#been avoiding that in favor of doing the hair and tail

[canarydraws]

May I offer you all a low-res wip in these trying times?

[sundaycentric]

I need fluff can you write yandere dan heng and if you do 2 Neuvillete (idk how to spell his name 😭)

Sorry if this goes over the rules you could ignore I loveee yandere dan heng hehe

(separate yandere) dan heng & neuvillette x gn reader

content ★ headcanons, minific, yandere, not proof read, gn reader, reader has hair in dan heng's part, sfw, fluff?

note ★ i love yandere hcs.. idk what it is i just eat them up every single time. but sorry for my recent inactivity ?!?! i rushed these a bit tho.. hope theyre still good </3 mainly just put my thoughts down :(

DAN HENG ★

Dan Heng knows what it's like. He knows what it's like to be locked up, forced away from the outside world. He knows what it's like to be alone and scared. He knows what it's like to have someone watch your every move. Dan Heng knows what it would be like for you. Yet, he can't shake the thoughts and desires to take you.

Dan Heng knows it's wrong. He can sympathize, which is probably why he tried to deny it all in the first place. However, he's been so selfless. He accepted punishment without complaint. He helps around the Astral Express so much. It's hard for Dan Heng to not be selfish this once and indulge in his love.

That is if he can even call it love. Dan Heng tried to deny his feelings for you first. He knew how hard it would be, even without expecting the obsession to come along with it. His draconic heritage makes him more possessive than the average lover. They hoard what they love, and it includes their mates as well.

Dan Heng can't avoid it entirely, though. Being without you feels like an even worse punishment than his banishment. With you, he feels something he has never felt before. Dan Heng can no longer deny his love for you, even if it may be more than that.

You might notice him giving extra attention to you. It is never anything big, but rather small things. Dan Heng looks at you a bit longer. He smiles slightly when you talk. He stands closer to you. He won't flinch away when you grab his hand. He'll let you into the Archives. Dan Heng will treat you differently.

He is still silent as ever, but he is more relaxed around you. At the same time, he feels more tense, though. Dan Heng doesn't want to push you away. He'll take his time with you.

In his dragon form, his thoughts are even worse. It is harder to suppress his desire for you. Especially when he already begins to subconsciously think of you as his mate. This is when things get a bit more severe. He's less controlled.

Dan Heng's tail might loosely wrap around your ankle as if you'd run. He'll glare at people he thinks are too close. He'll only go where you go. He'll favor you and always find a way to defend you. Things like this are much more noticeable as his love grows.

The Archives have a lot more entries about you. Your physical description, personality, hobbies, interests, and moods all have their own extensive pages. When he can't be with you, he'll simply write or read about you. Dan Heng will find himself reading over your information if he can't go to sleep.

At this point, Dan Heng knows it is more than love. He knows he is obsessed with you. But he doesn't care all that much. He feels something, something that isn't cold. Something that feels good and warm in his heart, even if it is terribly wrong in his brain. He's given up on trying to suppress it. He simply can't, so Dan Heng embraces it. He embraces you. He loves you.

If you do end up loving Dan Heng as well, he will be overjoyed. You can't see it on his face, but the way his tail tightly coils around your waist tells you otherwise. He isn't too big on physical touch normally, but he will always have some kind of touch on you.

He'll get a bit overbearing. He doesn't want to see you hurt. It's dangerous trailblazing. Dan Heng needs you.

If you find out the extent of his love, he might finally lose the rest of his self-restraint. You'd probably run. He doesn't want that. He won't let that happen. You're his now.

Dan Heng gently ran his fingers through your hair, playing with it. You sat down in front of him with his tail securely wrapped around your waist. Your back snugly pressed against his chest. Both of you breathed slowly, enjoying the moment.

"Dan Heng?" You asked. He did not respond. He only continued to mess with your hair. You couldn't see his expression, how he looked at you with utter love in his eyes. He was thinking.

"Dan Heng..?" You question softly. This time, Dan Heng seems to have heard your words. His fingers stop for a moment as he blinks.

"Yes, what is it?" His fingers resume once he speaks. They softly pull through any tangles, Dan Heng paying extra attention to make sure he doesn't hurt you. His tail lightly twitched around your waist.

"I was thinking about going on the Luofu with March and..." You didn't get to finish your sentence as Dan Heng's grip on your hair tightened. It hurt a bit, as his fist pulled on your hair unknowingly. Dan Heng's voice came next.

"No," he said. Dan Heng's voice was far colder than it usually was. He sounded angry and disappointed and upset. It was impossible for you to turn to see his expression with his hand holding your head straight. Dan Heng repeated, "No. It's too dangerous. The.. Stellaron Hunters are there. He is there. If something happens to you, you will never be able to best him in a fight. You need to stay here, where it's safe. Besides, March and the others don't need you. They can do this alone."

Dan Heng's words came out harsher than he was meaning to, but he was too busy worrying about you to realize. He shuddered slightly, imagining what it would be like if you were Blade's next victim. It wasn't hard to figure out Dan Heng is attached to you, so perhaps he would go for you to get to Dan Heng. The thought sickened him. He never wanted to see you in pain like he had to be. Slowly, his grip loosened as he went back to playing with your hair.

However, you were also a bit uneasy. Dan Heng's tone was off, and he had been acting weird recently. You spoke after a few minutes of silence, "I'm feeling tired... I'm going to go to sleep in my room now, Heng."

"Hm," Dan Heng hums, "No. I think you will sleep in here from now on."

NEUVILLETTE ★

Neuvillette also knows it's wrong. What he stays up at night thinking of is illegal. It goes against everything he does in life. Yet, he would never think it would feel so good.

Neuvillette has never been a selfish man. For hundreds of years, he upheld justice for others. He was always fair and righteous, even when it hurt. However, Neuvillette has never really wanted anything specific in the first place. Yes, he yearns to understand himself and others, but he has never felt that carnal desire to own something.

That is, until he met you of course. Suddenly, he felt something he'd never felt before. It was weird, bubbling in his chest sweetly. It made his heart ache with yearning. It almost felt a bit painful, but it was also so enjoyable. He wanted more of it.

You made him feel something he has yet to grasp. He may not understand emotions well, but he knows what certain ones are. But this, he does not know. You made Neuvillette feel something new. Something that made him feel a bit more alive. As if you were the purpose, the reason he was born.

Neuvillette tries to dismiss these thoughts, but it's hard. He must focus on his duties, but he often thinks of you in the moments between work. He knows it's wrong. But it doesn't feel bad. It feels good. So, is it really that wrong?

Neuvillette is still very busy, though. He will get the melusines to spy on you, which they happily accept. Neuvillette often tells them about you since he doesn't have anyone else he can tell. It's gotten to the point where alongside seeing Neuvillette as their father of sorts, they see you as a parent as well. Of course, they think, you must be the monsieur's spouse. They certainly have no issue with simply ensuring their 'parent's' safety, after all.

Neuvillette never corrects them. After all, it makes him feel warm inside. Marriage sounds nice. A legal contract, bounding you to each other forever. Suddenly, Neuvillette seems to pay more attention to marriage documents and trials related to it.

He will never say anything first. Ever. Even though Neuvillette wants you badly, he will not break his moral code and risk doing something irrational. He likely wouldn't either way, but he worries. Especially when it comes to you.

Neuvillette is very protective of you. He wasn't very big on touch, but now he likes to have some sort of contact with you. Holding your hand, arm, waist, finger, whatever it may be. It helps him make sure you're okay. It's been so long since he's felt affection like that, and he tries to get you to spoil him with it sometimes.

He loves it so much when you treat the melusines like they are your children. Maybe one day you can have children together. Whether it's biological or adoption, he doesn't care. Neuvillette wants to be with you however he can.

And once the prophecy kicks off entirely, you're never leaving his sight again. Even if you're not from Fontaine, there's still a risk and uncertainty. Neuvillette won't let you slip away. He can't. He'll pamper you, do whatever you ask of him (besides letting you go), but he just needs you to stay where he knows you're safe.

If you try to leave, then good luck. It'll be raining. Hard. You can barely even walk without getting soaked. It's never been this bad in Fontaine before.. but as soon as Neuvillette sees you again, it's unbearably sunny. The weather is quite extreme.

You're his mate after all. Why are you even trying to leave him, if you are? This is your home now. Neuvillette sighs, perhaps you're just nervous. It's okay, though. He figures you need to adjust.

He won't care if you find out how much he loves you. Why does it matter? Of course, he loves his mate.

"I forbid you," Neuvillette stares you down, "My dear, please, come back over here. I'd hate to request a guard to block the door."

You stop in your tracks, not doubting Neuvillette's words. You could feel his gaze burning into your skull. It scared you. He was incredibly powerful, and it would be best to comply with him, no?

You turned around. He smiled gently, "Good. Now come, sit back down, mon ange (my angel)."

You listen to him, slowly walking back towards him. You sit on the couch next to his desk before he sighs. The rain gets a bit harder.

"You know that's not your seat," he murmurs. And you know exactly what he means. Neuvillette waits for you to return to him, and sit on his lap—your seat. You do.

"There," Neuvillette breathes out on your neck. He wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face into your neck. The rain alleviates, slowing. You shake a bit in his grasp, either from his breathing or your possible fear.

"Shh.. it's okay, mon cœur (my heart), is it that you're cold..?" Neuvillette asks sweetly, before holding you tighter. "I'll warm you up, my love. Just stay with me.."

His hands begin to rub circles into your back as he flips you over. Neuvillette isn't manhandling you roughly, but he does it with such ease. It may not be purposeful, but it's a reminder of just how much stronger he is than you. After all, he is a dragon. He uses his glove hand to gently push you against his chest. Neuvillette effectively trapped you in his warm grasp.

"Neuvillette.." You say softly, "There is no need to hold me like a lifeline."

He smiles but doesn't loosen his grip. "I beg to differ. After all, I don't think I could live without you, so you are my lifeline, no? My lifeline and my mate.."

Neuvillette's voice is longing. You won't be able to get out of this any time soon. The rain disappears alongside your smile (or frown).

[quin-ns]

Fake Blood (Ethan Landry x Reader)

Word count: 5.6K

Summary: spoiler: the blood isn’t fake. alone in your apartment after your friends had been attacked, you ask ethan to stop by. he does in an unexpected way and you get more than you bargained for

Tags: (18+), friends to lovers, minor violence, knife tw, flirting, making out, virgin!ethan, virgin!reader, fingering, unprotected p in v sex, the ghostface robe stays on during sex, denial ab ethan being a murderer :) (if bad why hot?)

A/N: just watched scream 6 for the first time only a few days ago and couldn’t get this psycho out of my brain (tiktok edits didn’t help lol). timeline might be a little wonky but tbh it’s not relevant. also this follows the theory that ethan did the big apartment attack. I really wasn’t expecting this to be this long but it’s worth it yall I promise

Misc masterlist + main masterlist

As much as you liked Mindy, if you knew becoming friends with her would lead to you being integrated into her friend group of past and present serial killer victims, you might’ve thought about asking someone else to partner up with you for a presentation in your film studies class.

When you’d asked her, it was mostly to avoid having to accept an offer from a guy named Jason, who had always stared at you during that class and brought up the ‘Stab’ movies whenever he could (this was before you knew your friends knew him, but you still got a weird vibe from the guy).

She’d been excited to hang out with you after you two gave your presentation, and that’s how you wound up spending most days with her and her tight knit group of friends.

You were probably closest with Mindy, but you liked her brother too. For a guy named Chad, he was actually pretty chill. You got along with Tara as well, who was in a bit of a rebellious phase after being attacked and nearly killed, which you only learned about once they trusted you enough. Her older sister Sam was mostly cool too, but a bit overprotective. There was a gloomy aspect to her, but you supposed it made sense given that she was betrayed by her murderous boyfriend and now the internet peddled theories that blamed her for a series of killings in their home town of Woodsboro.

They had a tight bond, and even though you grew close with each of them, you knew you’d be an outsider. Like Tara and Sam’s roommate Quinn, Mindy’s girlfriend Anika, and Chad’s roommate Ethan. You all had shared multiple conversations about their trust issues. It must’ve been hard to even start to trust people after all that.

Out of all of the other “newcomers” as Mindy once put it, you got along with Ethan the best. He was a little quiet and sorta dorky (which your friends would tease him about a little—all friendly, of course) but he was fun to talk to. You guys liked a lot of the same stuff, including horror movies, and it didn’t hurt that he was cute.

In your opinion, with his curly dark hair and eyes to compliment, the whole “shy guy” thing was part of the appeal.

You wondered if he’d ever make a move, or if he even knew you were curious about him in that way. You wouldn’t go so far to say it was a crush for your ego’s sake, but you wouldn’t send him running off with his tail between his legs like you did with most guys.

Like that guy Jason from film class, who, just before Halloween, was killed alongside his roommate by a masked killer.

“Didn’t he have a thing for you?” Mindy asked you as you were all gathered around the TV, finding out the news together.

You were sitting crammed in a chair next to Ethan since the others had all taken up the couch space. He didn’t seem to mind, but it did unfortunately make it easy for them all to look your way and stare. You didn’t like the attention.

You were in shock at the news, especially when the anchor revealed Jason had also killed your film professor. Ethan pointed that out, saying if the guy was crazy enough to do that he might’ve even gone after you.

“Maybe the killer who killed him did you a favor,” Quinn suggested in response to Ethan.

The thought terrified you. You looked around the group. “Do you guys think he really would’ve hurt me? He seemed weird, not psycho.”

“We talked not that long ago, nothing seemed off,” Tara revealed with a grim look. “He asked if you and Sam were gonna come to the party.”

You hadn’t planned on going—what the hell would’ve happened if you had?

You exchanged a look with Sam, who seemed to have the wheels in her head turning.

You zoned back into the news as the reporter explained the mask found was a ghostface mask—like from the Stab movies. And of course, the actual Woodsboro killings.

“Pack a bag,” Sam told her sister, springing up to move around the apartment building.

Sam and Tara argued, which was a little weird to witness. You tried to sink back into the chair, while Ethan looked at you like he wanted to say something.

Hopefully it wasn’t “get out of the chair” because you didn’t think you could move.

The night ended with you going back to your little apartment alone. Your roommate was out of town and so your anxiety was on high alert.

A lot had happened that night apparently, including Sam and Tara getting attacked in a convenience store and them being questioned by the cops.

As much as you cared about them, you feared what would happen if you were with them.

That’s why the next night when you were invited over, you had been hesitant. A government paper was the perfect excuse, but you had FaceTimed with them so you all could keep an eye on each other.

You sat at your little desk, your laptop opened to work on your paper, and your phone propped up on your cup so you could talk to them hands free.

Apparently everyone was together at the apartment except Ethan, who told you he was studying in the library when you texted to ask him. You responded that you were working on a paper and that if he wanted to come over to keep you company, he could.

You’d spent some time alone with him, but not a lot when you really thought about it. It was always in the group—who were all murder suspects, according to Mindy’s movie rules.

You knew you weren’t the killer, and you had absolutely no motive. The others were still suspicious of you so that hurt a little (maybe that was another reason why you were keeping to yourself), but you did your best to understand that they weren’t just suspicious of you.

Everyone was a suspect, and no one was safe.

You felt even less safe when Mindy said she’d call you back. You didn’t know why she had to hang up so urgently, but you had a feeling it had to do with the emotional conversation Tara and Sam had been having in the background. You couldn’t make out most of it clear so you avoided mentioning it.

You sighed and checked your chat with Ethan. He hasn’t responded to your text. You were getting nervous now that you weren’t video chatting with your other friends anymore and the thought of being home alone didn’t bring you much ease.

You thought about just going over to the Carpenter’s (and Quinn’s) apartment, not wanting to bother Ethan further. Maybe he was ignoring you on purpose.

However, it was a far walk there. You didn’t feel safe making it alone at night—especially with a killer on the loose, likely targeting your friends. If you had a car, maybe, but you were a broke college student who could barely afford a place to live.

You sucked it up and double texted Ethan, this time asking if he could come over and that you were worried.

When he didn’t respond right away, you gave it a few minutes.

A little while longer passed and since you now couldn’t focus on your paper, you tried to call Mindy back. Then Tara. Then Chad. Then Sam. Then Quinn. Then Anika.

Not a single one of them answered.

You took a deep breath. Then, you went to double check that your door was locked.

You tried to call Ethan, but his phone went immediately to voicemail. It must’ve been dead or powered off.

That left no one else to call, and you felt more alone than ever.

You sat down at your desk and tried to focus.

You ended up going to your bedroom, putting on sleep clothes, and watching a comfort show under all your blankets instead, paper completely forgotten.

Your phone dinged from your bedside table and when you looked at it, you saw a message from Ethan. Only a few hours late, but he said he was on his way up.

That was sudden. You tried to not overthink being alone with Ethan too much.

A few moments later, there was a knock at your front door.

You climbed out of bed, not really caring that you were wearing sleep shorts and a baggy shirt. Your friends had seen you go to class in about the same when you had all night study sessions.

When you got to the door, you got a little nervous. But you knew it had to be Ethan, so you tried to push the anxiety aside and unlocked then opened the door.

You were met with shock and horror.

Towering over you in your doorway stood a figure in a black robe… and a ghostface mask.

You tried to slam the door, but the person caught it. You choked on a scream when they shoved their way in, holding a knife. There was a small stain of red on the metal blade and a darker, bigger mass on the robe.

Blood. Blood was red.

You scrambled back and tried to think of where to go. None of the doors in your apartment locked, not even the bathroom door.

Your heart and mind raced and suddenly you were spewing words.

“I don’t know what to say to make you not kill me, but I please don’t,” you rushed out.

The person—the killer—moved closer to you after shutting and locking your front door.

You ran, but there was really nowhere to go. The killer ran too. You tried to lure them to the bathroom and shove them in, but they dodged and had you almost within their grasp.

They didn’t slash the knife, though.

You ran for the front door, but the killer grabbed you by the arm. You were shoved back against your hallway wall and pinned. Your back slammed against the wall, but not hard. They held the knife to your throat—not too close, but it was still there and still kept you frozen.

“Are you gonna kill me?”

The words came out before you could stop them. You internally scolded yourself. That’s the kinda shit the girls who got murdered asked.

There was a laugh, and then a familiar voice.

“I’d never do that.”

By the time the killer reached for the mask and pulled it off, you still hadn’t processed your shock.

“Ethan?” you gawked up at him while he gave you a cheeky smile. He let the mask drop and the hand holding the knife fell to his side.

“You should’ve seen your face,” he said through a smile, excited eyes scanning your face for realization.

“Is this… is this a fucking prank?” you questioned, finally comprehending. “Ethan, what the fuck!?” You shoved him back by his shoulder, admittedly a little pissed. “You’re covered in blood!”

He stayed standing in front of you.

“It’s fake, I promise. It was just a joke,” he reasoned, looking a little guilty. “Y’know, cause Halloween and… alright, maybe my timing isn’t great.”

You scoffed out a laugh at that. “It’s terrible timing. There really is someone after us.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” Ethan apologized with a small, apologetic smile. You stared at him, still surprised. He looked so innocent for someone that could pull off, let alone come up with, such a messed up prank.

“Is this where you’ve been? Dressing up to mess with me while there really is a killer after us?” You questioned, raising your brows and crossing your arms.

“Y’know, if there really is a killer after us, we probably shouldn’t let each other die virgins,” Ethan stated in a flirtatious way he easily could’ve played off as a joke. Maybe it was entirely a joke, but you played along in a different direction.

You scoffed. “And you’re just assuming I’m a virgin?”

He shrugged, the long fabric of his costume rustling. “I see how you are with guys. They want you, you never want them.”

“So what, I’m a tease?” you guessed, used to hearing that but a little disappointed to think it would come from him.

“No,” he clarified quickly. “But they’re just never good enough for you and you know that. Like that jerk Jason.”

You cringed a little at the mention of him, and then felt bad about that. The guy had been murdered, after all.

“Don’t say that, he’s dead.”

“So what?” Ethan asked plainly, surprising you a little. “He was a killer too. He could’ve gone after you, you should be grateful to whoever did it.”

You furrowed your brows. He was starting to sound like someone else. “Grateful?”

“It’s okay, you’re allowed to be.” Ethan’s expression as he spoke was one of reassurance. “You could’ve been next, you never know. He was one of those guys who couldn’t take a hint that he was beneath you.”

You had no idea he thought that way about you—that there were men he deemed unworthy. It was enough to distract you from the shift in his demeanor.

“And what? You’re saying you’re one of the guys who’s good enough for me?” you couldn’t help but wonder. You never thought about your dating history (or lack of) like that.

“Hell no,” he said, surprising you yet again. You were expecting a ‘yes’ with the way he was coming onto you all of the sudden, but what he said carried even more of a self-depreciating brand of charm. “But I’m hoping maybe you’ll pity the loser who’s had a hopeless crush on you for a while now and give him a chance.”

“You’re not a loser,” you said before you registered the rest of his words. When you did, you were taken aback at the confession. “But you’re not usually this… bold, Ethan.”

You wanted to ask him if something was wrong, but there was a lot wrong these past few hours.

“What can I say? I’ve been feeling more confident recently.”

You hummed, understanding that in a way.

“Maybe it’s the whole ‘we could die any second’ thing,” you ventured a guess.

He smiled to himself, like you’d just referenced an inside joke you weren’t a part of.

“Could be,” he agreed. He laughed a little and looked down at himself, then met your eyes again. “Sorry about scaring you. It was in poor taste. We both like horror movies… I don’t know, it was stupid.”

You scoffed, but you weren’t really mad anymore.

“I like horror movies, I don’t want to be in one,” you told him, eyeing the knife he held loosely in his right hand. “Is the knife real?”

“What?” Ethan asked, feigning confusion. He lifted the knife and examined it. “This knife?”

“Yeah, that knife,” you parroted back his playful tone. “You said the blood is fake, but is the knife real?”

A devious look crossed Ethan’s face. He held it to your throat slowly, holding it horizontally. You didn’t flinch, much to his pleasure. He seemed almost impressed.

“Gotta be authentic, right?” he mused, eyes flicking to your parted lips as you breathed steadily. “Can I kiss you?”

When his curious eyes looked back at yours, you couldn’t help but notice he still held the knife. The rush of excitement you felt scared you more than the fear of him letting it slip forward.

“What’s the knife for?” you asked with a surge of confidence, taunting him a little. “If I say no?”

Ethan laughed at that. He pulled it back and let it drop to the floor. It clattered against the wood, and you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. But it wasn’t from fear—it was from anticipation. Maybe your curiosity was a little more than that after all.

“You’re safe with me,” he assured. “Promise.”

His words felt layered, but in a way you couldn’t define.

Perhaps it was his way of saying he’d protect you. Maybe it was strange, especially given his entrance, but you found yourself feeling exactly that with Ethan. Safe.

Nothing was going to hurt you, certainly not him.

“About that kiss…” you started, giving him the indication that he was looking for.

Ethan took the hint and ran with it, lips crashing into yours in the blink of an eye.

His lips were soft, but the kiss was needy and hungry. You tried to move your lips in sync with his, but he was much more dominant.

A joke that you’d never say flashed by about him practicing.

It was easy not to laugh when Ethan’s hand threaded into your hair and his tongue began to explore your mouth.

The leather glove felt strange. It made you pull back a little, which you almost couldn’t do with the way Ethan eagerly chased your swollen lips with his own.

You glanced over his costume again. It looked really legit—when did he have time to get it? Was he actually gonna wear this for Halloween? You swore you remembered him and Chad talking about some other costume he made out of cardboard for the frat party.

Before you could spiral down that path, Ethan pulled the leather gloves off quickly and cast them aside. It was like he could read your mind. Both hands went to your face, pulling you to meet him halfway in another searing kiss.

You didn’t know what was coming over you, but whatever it was was causing arousal to stir in your belly.

You figured out the answer to that pretty quickly.

It was want. You wanted Ethan.

“Is the other offer still on the table?” you uttered softly when you and Ethan had to part for air.

He grinned, unable to contain it.

“Thought there was no way in hell that would work,” Ethan admitted a little breathlessly. “Thought I never stood a chance with you, but I liked you anyway.”

Ethan had a boyish charm about him usually, but now that was combined with a streak of deviance that you finally now noticed.

You weren’t expecting to be as intrigued by it as you were.

“Give yourself a little more credit,” you told Ethan, raising your hand to cup his cheek. He leaned into your touch a little. One hand rested on your shoulder and the other fell to hold your hip, tucking under your baggy shirt and rubbing your skin beneath. “You are pretty cute.”

Ethan’s smile only grew, but when you leaned in to kiss him again his lips met yours.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and guided the two of you to the ground with your back leaning against the wall. He was in front of you, on his knees, with you in his lap.

You ran a hand through his curly hair and you guided his lips back to yours. From what he’d revealed, Ethan hadn’t had a lot of experience with girls. It was a damn shame, because the boy was a great kisser.

His hand caressed your thigh as he trailed upward. You gave him a soft sound of encouragement when his fingers found their way to the waistband of your shorts.

“Is this okay?” Ethan asked, which made you want to grab him and kiss him again.

“Yeah.”

His hand slid into your shorts and your underwear.

One finger—you guessed middle—pushed inside of you. A small gasp escaped you at the intrusion and he watched your face.

Ethan was making sure the sound wasn’t of pain, which it wasn’t, and you appreciated that.

He withdrew the digit, then pushed in again. He repeated the motion a few more times before adding his index finger.

Ethan’s breathing grew heavy as he felt you squeeze around his fingers. He thrust and curled them inside you with rhythm. He managed to find one pretty quickly. That plus his thumb rubbing at your clit, you were falling apart in mere minutes.

Your brief orgasm rocked your whole body, leaving you clenching his fingers and quivering.

Ethan muttered things to you, but you could hardly hear over the sound of your own heart pounding in your ears.

Your head rested back against the wall as you caught your breath, still trembling from the aftershocks. Ethan withdrew his hand from between your legs and out of your shorts.

Your eyelids felt heavy, but in between slow blinks you saw him lift his fingers to his lips. You watched breathlessly as he placed them into his mouth and moaned at the taste of you.

No words would come out of your mouth, but he took rendering you speechless as a compliment.

“I’ve thought about that,” Ethan started, voice a little ragged. He was watching you, but his hand had moved off to the side. “What you’d look like… what you’d sound like… what you’d taste like.” The awe in his eyes as he spoke left you swooning.

“And?” you managed, sitting up a little straighter.

With the change in your angle, you could feel the bulge in his pants, even though the added layer of the costume he had yet to remove.

“You’re better than I ever imagined,” Ethan finished.

A scrape against the floor alarmed you. You looked to the sound and saw Ethan grabbing the knife off of the floor.

You watched as he brought it between your bodies. He first tucked it through the leg of your shorts, the cold metal sliding against your skin as it caught under your underwear as well. Then, he pointed the sharp side facing out. Finally, he sliced up through the fabric. You gasped a little as the cold air of the room hit your newly exposed skin. He did the same with the other leg, then pulled the tattered material away from your body.

You did the honors of pulling off your shirt. You didn’t have a bra underneath and you almost laughed at the way Ethan gawked at your fully naked body when you cast it aside.

“Your turn,” you told him. You were completely undressed, while he still wore the long, black disguise.

“Actually,” Ethan said a little eerily. There was something in his eyes you couldn’t quite pinpoint. “I was thinking I could leave it on?”

It was a question, there was room for you to say no. Maybe you should’ve, it was a little weird. But you weren’t really thinking about that. You were more focused on how badly you wanted Ethan to fuck you, and that clouded your brain.

“As long as you don’t put the mask back on,” you relented in a joking tone.

“You’re so fucking cool,” Ethan rushed out before slamming his lips into yours. The knife was cast aside again—you didn’t see it happen, but both of his hands were on your face.

You laughed a little against his lips, dazed and drunk on arousal. You didn’t really care about the logistics of it.

His hands moved down, but you were distracted by his lips dominating yours.

You heard the sound of his zipper being undone and he moved a little—you guessed shoving his pants down his thighs.

There was no time to look down because in a rush, Ethan was pinning you back against the wall with his body. One hand gripped your waist, holding you in place for him. The other was presumably guiding his cock to your entrance.

You gasped a little against his lips when he started to press forward while simultaneously pulling you down into his lap. The fabric of the costume draped over your thighs, blocking your view.

The stretch of his cock pushing into you was more intense than you could’ve predicted, but your whole body trembled with pleasure at the feel.

Finally, he either got too excited or lost his patience, and guided you down the rest of the way until he was fully sheathed inside of you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ethan cursed to himself, body straining to keep from moving. His head dropped to your shoulder, heavy breaths hitting your neck. He leaned against you, forcing you against the wall.

His cock twitched inside of you and his body tensed, trying to hold back.

You panted slightly, trying to get your breath back. You ran a hand up his back and you felt him shiver. Your hand moved up the back of his neck and into his mess of curls.

You always liked Ethan’s hair.

You gave a small, barely qualifiable tug, but it had an effect. His body jerked, causing him to move inside of you. You gasped a little, but the motion felt good.

He lifted his head to look at you. His face was a little flushed and the lust blown look in his eyes made you quiver.

“You can move,” you whispered out, not trusting your voice.

Ethan didn’t need to be told twice. He secured the arm around your waist a little tighter and he put the other hand on the wall, giving himself leverage.

The slow drag of him moving out of you made you gasp for breath. The thrust back in knocked the air out of your lungs.

He set a quick pace after that, hips slamming eagerly into yours as the pleasure and excitement overwhelmed him.

It felt good, really fucking good.

Neither of you knew exactly what you were doing, but you were sure you’d figured it out because your whole body tingled with pleasure.

You cried out his name, which only spurred him on.

In a jarring movement you could hardly track, Ethan dragged you from the wall to the floor. He put himself on top of you, never once withdrawing from inside of you.

He watched your face as he pounded into you. Ethan had more leverage this way, able to grip your hip in one hand while the other held the top half of him off of you by being planted on the floor near your head.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, which you couldn’t see because the bottom half of your body was covered by the black costume. You hardly paid any attention to that aspect. You didn’t care that he wore it, not when you were this caught up in pleasure.

(In hindsight, you should’ve).

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Ethan breathed out, hips starting the stutter with every thrust.

The knot in your belly started to tighten as he buried himself into you over and over.

You couldn’t speak, your breathing was so labored as you reached to cling to him.

His head dropped down to your shoulder as he allowed more of his body weight to fall onto you. You found yourself enjoying the feel of him truly being on top of you.

You hardly noticed the fake blood smearing onto your bare skin. When you did, you were too gone to care.

You bucked your hips, meeting his stuttering thrusts. He was getting close to his edge and so were you. You moaned beneath him as his forceful thrusts sparked pleasure through your entire body.

“I’m close,” you managed to moan out against his ear.

“Oh, fuck,” Ethan groaned out, cock pulsing inside of you at the thought. He lifted his head enough to be able to watch your face. “Come again for me, please,” he panted out, nearly falling over the edge at the mere anticipation.

The begging was hot, and your body was already ready to give him what he wanted.

You noticed his eyes flicking down your body, seeing the red stains on your skin. That was quickly forgotten by you when your whole body began to tense and quiver. You held onto him tight as waves of ecstasy crashed over you.

You didn’t see his eyes linger.

Ethan couldn’t hold it together, not with the way your body tightened around him as your orgasm rocked you.

He collapsed on top of you, holding you against him as his forehead pressed to yours. His eyes were clenched shut as he frantically shoved his hips against yours, burying himself deep. His cock twitched, his whole body shivering as he spilled himself inside of you with a moan.

The sound of him alone was enough to prolong your pleasure as you rode it out, but the extra movement and the feeling of him filling you was an added bonus.

He kissed you hard on the lips, effectively pulling the air from your lungs.

After a moment, he found the strength to roll off of you, only to then drag you to his side.

“I can die a happy man, now,” he joked morbidly.

You shoved him a little by the shoulder like you had before, but not enough to actually make him go anywhere.

“Don’t say shit like that,” you argued weakly.

He flashed you a brief grin. “I meant it as a compliment.”

You rolled your eyes and did you best to laugh it off.

You lost track of how long it took you to move from the floor to your couch. The same thing happened between the time it took for you to get from the couch to your shower.

It was a tiny shower that couldn’t fit two people, so you rinsed off as quick as you could. You were tired, and your legs felt weak, and you knew you’d be sore in a way that would make it hard to keep calm tomorrow.

Whatever he had used for the blood, at least it washed off fast. You were able to finish up in a matter of minutes.

You threw on new pajamas and crawled into your bed, managing to tell Ethan to take however long he wanted and that he could stay over if he wanted.

You found yourself hoping he would.

You were nearly asleep when the shower shut off and Ethan finally joined you in bed. He was only in his boxers and a black t-shirt, which he must’ve been wearing under the costume robe.

A thought nagged at the back of your mind about the costume, wondering why he’d gone through all of that just to mess with you for a minute—albeit a terrifying minute. It didn’t seem like him, but then you remembered you’d only met him a few months ago.

You were so exhausted you fell asleep in his arms, not awake enough to care about all of the weird details. In fact, the only thing you could think about was how much you liked falling asleep with Ethan’s arms around you.

In the morning, you found out your friends had all been attacked.

You showed up with Ethan after the feed on your college’s chat app blew up with images of cops swarming and ambulances outside of Sam, Tara, and Quinn’s apartment.

Mindy seemed relieved to see you, but not so much when she realized Ethan was with you. Maybe she’d cleared you as a suspect in her head.

She yelled at him to stay back, accusing him of being the killer. Nobody was taking Quinn’s death well, but Mindy was especially heartbroken over Anika.

“Stay back!” Mindy yelled at Ethan, who did as she commanded.

Everyone turned on him then, even Chad. Everyone except you. They demanded his alibi.

“How do I know you’re not the killer, roomie,” Chad spit at him, amped up.

“I was with Y/N last night,” Ethan defended, holding his hands up in a small show of innocence, before you could say a word. “We were… preoccupied, alright?”

You wanted to elbow him for how he worded it, he couldn’t have been more obvious if he tried. It might’ve been on purpose, you weren’t sure.

He wasn’t close enough to do that, though, and now all eyes were on you.

“Yeah, he was with me,” you backed Ethan up.

You weren’t going to leave him hanging because it was the truth, but you knew what that implied, and so did your friends. They all shared subtle—but not unnoticeable—looks. Your face felt warm, while Ethan bit back a prideful smile.

“So you guys, um…”

“Chad, stop,” Tara scolded him before he could point out the obvious.

“Point is, we had nothing to do with this,” Ethan stated.

We?

They were suspicious of him, and now he was lumping the two of you together. There were always two killers in the movies—you began to doubt if the alibi would ease their anxiety or only spike it.

You thought back to when he had showed up to your apartment in that costume. He’d scared you, but you accepted it when he told you it was a joke that he mistakenly took too far.

It made you wonder. What if it was him?

If he wanted to hurt you, he easily could’ve. That didn’t seem to be his intention. What was? Seeing how much he could scare you? Get your heart rate up? Seeing if you wouldn’t believe him?

Or was it seeing if he could put the evidence right in front of you and have you ignore it because of a crush?

Fuck. Maybe it was some weird combination of all. Were you that gullible? Or were you overthinking it now?

Your brain struggled to come up with a conclusion.

You wanted to believe Ethan was innocent. You really, really did.

It was easier than believing you had slept with a killer. Or potentially worse, that you had feelings for one.

Ethan gave you a slight, assuring smile.

Your head told you one thing, but your heart told you another.

Maybe you shouldn’t have, but you kept your mouth shut and gave him one back.

[anarchytaco]

NSFW Alphabet for Art the Clown

A couple other people have done this already, but here's my take on it.

(18+ only)

WARNINGS: Canon-typical violence, gore, torture, one mention of n*crophilia, a teeny tiny hint at c*prophilia, you might think I'm a little insane

This is geared towards AFAB people.

As strange as it may seem, the reader character is consenting to these acts.

Whether you love or hate the Terrifier franchise, THIS POST IS NOT FOR EVERYONE. You’ve been warned.

Aftercare

There's not a whole lot of it. At the very most, Art will loosen up the restraints, if there are any. Even this, however, isn't a guarantee. He prefers to leave you in a state of "total ruin"; your scars, injuries, and extreme exhaustion get left untreated.

Body Part

His teeth allow for him to spread "joy" with his big smile, in addition with his ability to bite into your flesh. As for what is attached to you, Art favors your nose. It will absolutely be booped.

Cum

Semen will be inside you in some manner: vagina, anal, whatever new holes are created, etc. If it ends up in your mouth, then you must swallow.

Dirty Secret

There are no secrets.

Experience

Art knows the basics of giving pleasure, such as the clitoris location and how to stimulate it. It's unknown where he obtained these skills, but he definitely knows how to use them.

Favorite Position

It's when you're stripped and hung upside down with your legs spread open. He immerses himself in this sense of control, as you permit him to do whatever he wants.

Goofy

Art smiles and "laughs" as he tears you into pieces. He'll also honk his clown horn when he squeezes your tits and ass.

Hair

There's two possibilities here: his nuts are either as bald as his head, or the bush is absolutely wild. There is no in between.

Intimacy

His passion increases as the minutes pass; he immerses himself in your body and fluids.

Jack Off

Using a detached body part (head, leg, torso) as a flesh light would be Art's usual take on masturbation.

Kink

Art kinks generally revolve around a type of torture and gore; he engages in his own form of "BDSM". For instance, he'll handcuff you to the bedposts, then whip you with his cat o' nine tails. Another kink of his connects back to what he did in that pizza shop bathroom...

Location

His favorite places to fuck are within old, abandoned buildings, and especially the old carnival. He doesn't mind playing around in the laundromat either.

Motivation

Full-on clown cosplays, both sexy and unsexy, are one way to get him excited. What really gets Art going, though, is a fresh laceration. The sight of one makes him curious: how deep is it, and can he make it deeper?

NO

There may be a hint of gentleness in the beginning, but overall, Art will not go soft on you.

Oral

Blowjob sessions with him grabbing your head, forcing your mouth open, and having you deep throat his cock until you nearly pass out (and you sometimes do). When you're the one on the receiving end, Art starts out by teasing you with these long, agonizingly slow licks. Then, he'll start sucking on your clit in a rhythmic fashion, eventually inserting a couple fingers to match with the rhythm.

Pace

Art takes his time, but as previously mentioned, he'll be rough throughout; his favorite type of pain to inflict is one that's long-lasting.

Quickie

Quickie's with Art are rare. He prefers to savor his sexual urges for the perfect time and place. In his opinion, waiting enhances the experience, since he's finally able to release these bottled up emotions boiling within.

Risk

As a man of creativity, Art is always coming up with new ways to mess around. However, he leans away from submissive roles in order to avoid a scenario where you have the advantage. That principle may be thrown out the window, though, once you start referring to yourself as "mommy".

Stamina

Sessions as a whole tend to be about an hour long at least, so there will usually be just one round at a time. In terms of how long until Art ejaculates, it averages to about fifteen minutes (when you're directly stimulating his penis, of course).

Toy

You'll be faced with whatever tools and weapons Art has in his garbage bag, in addition to the recent project he's crafted on his workbench.

Unfair

There will lots of teasing from him, especially during the first ten minutes of sexy time. He loves how much it makes you beg, and also how loud you whine from denied orgasms.

Volume

Bro is obviously silent the entire time.

Wild Card

Imagine yourself hanging upside down (refer to his favorite position), blood rushing to your head as Art licks your pussy, digging his fingernails into your ass cheeks

X-Ray

It's pretty thick, reaching to around 5 or 6 inches.

Yearning

His sex drive is slightly above average, but he mostly relieves the tension through his acts of murder.

ZZZ

As I sort of stated at the beginning, he leaves you alone after sex. In other words, he doesn't fall asleep next to you. His sleep schedule is likely terrible anyway, due to how late he stays up.

[sweetadonisbutbetter]

Omi gosh I fell for your Adam post instantly!

What about him after getting trapped in hell or something, he gets to meet a sweet fallen angel??

Like, she was so concerned because she knew how bad it felt to be damned to hell and falling from grace so she did her best to make him feel better!

(They're both unaware that they'll be smitten with eachother in the future and would have matching wedding rings)

hhh fallen adam and fallen reader tearing my hair out (lovingly) this is the inspo for adams look! EDIT: I GOT THE ARTIST!!!! ARTIST IS SCOUT_ISH IN TWT!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH HUNTERS-TRASHBLOG FOR TELLING ME!!!! also reader will be slightly thicker/implied to be chubby!! but other than that, everything is kept ambigous so you can imagine yourself!! adam 4 the chubbies teehee

Bewitched | Adam x Fem! Reader

Relationship: Romantic Warnings: None!

Adam grimaced as he looked at himself through a broken piece of mirror. Long gone was the golden halo, now replaced with horns that mimicked his exorcist horns. His handsome face was no longer human, now looking like his mask. When he first arrived, he thought it was one, and tried with all his might to remove it, his face being a different color than his maroon body. The realization that this was his body now dawned upon him in the moments afterward. He turned to look at his back, knowing that under his shirt were stubs, stubs where his once golden wings were. Instead of wings, he had a tail, similar in color to the rest of his body. Overall, Adam hated his new look.

He knew that no matter how much he looked at himself or avoided his gaze, he would still look the same. The truth of his reality that he kept running from, he was the very thing that he hated, he hunted, he killed. He was now a sinner. Fallen from grace, no longer in favor of the heavens. Truly left with no hope of ever being in God's good graces. This was the harshest truth Adam had ever faced, and it hurt more than his fall and even more than his wives leaving him. He didn’t know how to comprehend it at first, all his death, which was far longer than his life, he had only ever known Heaven. 

He didn’t know what to do with his afterlife now. Not to say he was put together in Heaven, but after his divorce from Eve things never really improved; But now that he was in the same place as the people he saw below him? That fact alone wasn’t making things better. His first few days in Hell were spent with him licking his wounds, and gathering his thoughts. Adam couldn’t keep to himself forever, returning to the same alleyway that he was calling his temporary home. But where would he go? He knew he wouldn’t survive this place, especially if the sinners found out he was the one who led the exterminations. Which led him to the one place he had been avoiding since his fall. 

The Hazbin Hotel.

He couldn’t return after he was the reason why the place was destroyed and why they no longer had a friend. But nowhere else was safe enough for him to run to. He was snapped out of his thoughts at a can being kicked. He turned to the sound and saw you. 

Adam felt his breath catch as his heart stopped. The mere sight of you made it seem like he was back at heaven gate, that warm feeling of the sun against his skin as angels sang him his welcome. You glowed in a place that seemed to thrive on the depravity and sin of humans. Your natural hair framed your face in a way that he felt that if there was a halo, you would be otherworldly. You were full in all the right places, with the tummy to show it was real. You were dressed pretty modestly, which was odd in a place of debauchery, but not too much to seem like a prude. Your eyes were warm, with golden specks in them, almost as if you were from heaven. Once Adam realized that he was ogling a sinner, he snapped back and tried to glare at you.

“What do you want?” He snarls. He sees that you flinch back, and at that moment he begins to soften but keeps his tone. You look him over, and no matter what he tells himself, he knows that you aren’t doing it to be judgy. You have this look of concern on your face as you take in his form. He scoots back away from you, unsure why you are staring at him as you are. 

“How long ago did you fall?” You ask, catching him off guard. Questions begin to swirl in his mind as he looks at you dumbly. How did you know he was from heaven? Did you see the battle? Did you know who he was? How did you know he fell? Thoughts swirling in his head, Adam couldn’t even ask you all of them. “Ah, it must have just happened. Sorry, didn’t mean to scratch at a new wound.”

“How did you know?” was all Adam could ask. You give him a small smile before you turn. With you back to Adam, he takes a brief moment to look at your ass before looking at what you were showing him. It was a pair of wings, with some stubs under your main pair. Adam’s breath hitches as he sees that the stubs are healed as if they had been that way for years. Knowing that he got his answer, you turn back around and give him a sad smile. Now new questions form in his head, starting with what you asked him. “How long ago did you fall?”

“Hm…A long time ago.” You say, shifting slightly as your wings retract. Adam nods as he takes in that he wouldn’t be the second-ever angel to fall. It made him feel less alone and relieved that he didn’t have to relate to Lucifer on something. You clear your throat causing him to look at you. “You don’t seem to have a place to stay…looking at the sight of this…alleyway. I could take you somewhere.” 

You reach out your hand for him to take, which he does. You lead him somewhere as you both make idle chatter. Throughout the walk, Adam couldn’t scratch the feeling that he knew you. This strange feeling of deja vu washed over him as he tried to realize where he knew you from. 

Unbeknownst to him, you knew exactly who he was. He was the first man and the first ever to enter heaven. You never got to meet him, having fallen by the time of his death for covering for Lillith and Lucifer. A part of you felt guilty, having hidden the first-ever affair. However, you wouldn’t trade it for the chance to stay in Heaven, knowing that you would get your niece Charlie. Not hiding the fact that it still haunted you, you saw this opportunity as a way to amends for hiding the betrayal. As you led him to the Hotel, you couldn’t think of how you would one day tell him how you knew him, however, you decided to focus on getting back on his feet. 

You talked about how hell is, not aware of Adam behind you slowing down. You felt his hand leaving your own, look behind you, and see him with this look you cannot describe. He was looking down at your hand and then his own. You walk towards him and wave your hand in front of him, causing him to lift his head to look at yours. 

“Is everything okay?” You ask, concerned. He doesn’t say anything as he nods. 

“Yeah…sorry. Thought I saw something. You were saying?” He says, shaking his head and grabbing your hand. You flush and turn away, before continuing to talk and lead him to the Hotel. 

What Adam had sworn he had seen was the formation of a little red string going pure white before disappearing. 

In the OG writing reader was going to be in lvoe with adam alr but it didn't make sense so i scrapped it teehee

[iliketangerines]

angry sex

a/n: i'm rawdogging this event bro @neteyamsoare @inlovewithpandora

pairing: tsu'tey x afab!na'vi!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), pain kink, public sex (you're in the forest), orgasm denial/edging, creampies

you crush the herbs in the bowl in front of you, muttering underneath your breath as you make it into a paste, and you swipe some onto your fingers and rub it into Tsu’tey’s wound roughly

he hisses at the contact and turns around to glare at you, but all you do is glare back and bare your fangs at him, making him huff at you and turn his head back to face forward

Tsu’tey had gone and attacked one of the big hunks of something unnatural and unearthly that destroyed the trees and ground the animals into the dirt

in the process, he had gotten himself injured and had to confront you, when he knew how much you hated him go and find the tawtutes

you finish applying the salve and bandage the wound carefully, slapping it on roughly to make him hiss in pain, and you growl, good, that he deserved it

standing up, your tail whips at the air as you shoo him out of the tent, and he looks back at you and glowers at you before angrily shoving the flap to the tent out of his way as he steps out

the rest of the day is spent stewing in your anger as you crush the herbs in your bowl with the pestle and hand them over to Mo’at

you cannot believe the nerve of Tsu’tey, risking his life to go and settle a score with some tawtutes while he knew that you were at home waiting and worrying about him

soon enough, dinner comes, and you pay your respects to Mo’at and leave the tent to go and find a meal for yourself, picking up a leaf full of cooked meat

Tsu’tey sits where the two of you usually are, and you contemplate on going over there to make things up to him

but the feeling of pettiness wells up in your gut, and you turn away from him as he looks at you and go and sit with your friends instead to eat dinner

the pattern continues for a few days, he tries to call you over to him to eat or rebraid hair or hunt or gather herbs, and every time you ignore him in favor of doing it with someone else or doing it alone

you go sleep in the sleeping pods rather than the family hut that he had created for you and him to live in together, and you can slowly see his irritation grow with each day

as you gather herbs in the forest, basket set neat the tree as you pick and pluck at the herbs that grow in the roots of the tree, you can hear Tsu’tey’s familiar footfall as he approaches you

turning around and standing up, you barely have time to react as he pushes you against the tree and asks why you’ve been avoiding him, nostrils flared and teeth bared

you scoff and say that he knows why, squirming in his grip to get him to let you go, but his grip is strong and keeps a hold of your slippery body

he pins his ears back and says that him protecting Eywa and the Omatikaya as the future olo’eyktan was not something you should be so angry over

your tail lashes behind you as you push at his firm chest, saying that it was something you are angry over, that everyday you are scared he won’t come back, that one day you will find him in the Tree of Souls, that you will never be able to build the life you wanted with him because of his anger

your fists pound at his chest, but he is unmoving as he growls at you, asking if you really believed so little in his skills as a warrior

you hiss at him, and he hisses right back, his breath fanning over your face as the both of you have your teeth bared and ready to bite

he’s close to you, the closest he’s been in days, and despite the anger coursing in your veins, a part of you misses him, misses his warmth and his touches on your skin

his eyes flicker to your lips for just a moment, and you take the opportunity to smash your lips onto his, teeth clacking together as one of your hands cusp the back of his neck to pull him in deeper

Tsu’tey groans into your mouth at the feeling and moves his hands to your waist, squeezing at your skin to make you gasp

his hands move a little lower, tugging at the waistband of your tewng, and he deftly unties the knot holding it up and lets it fall to the forest floor

he presses his thumb into your clit, making you whine into his mouth, and he bites your bottom lip hard enough to spike pain

all it does it spur you on to hiss and pull away to move your mouth to his neck and bite into the sensitive flesh there

he growls at the feeling of pain in his body, rubbing your clit faster, and you can feel your slick dripping down your thighs as he continues to rub at your clit

even after all this time apart, he still knows your body better than you do, quickly bringing you up to your peak and throwing you to the edge, but just as you teeter over the cliff, he pulls his thumb away, opting to run his fingers through your slick

you whimper at him and pull back from his marked neck to glare at him, and he laughs at you, a glint in your eye as he thrusts his long fingers into you suddenly

it makes you jolt and whine, and he uses it to his advantage to bite into your neck, growling into your skin as he fucks you on his fingers, palm grinding into your sensitive clit

you hiss and dig your nails into his shoulder, the hard muscle tensing underneath the pain, but he doesn’t stop, curling his fingers to hit that sweet spot inside of you to make you keen

Tsu’tey massages the spot, making you see stars and tighten your grip on his shoulder, and just like before, he brings you to edge only to leave you hanging

he smirks up at you as you snarl and tell him to make you cum, and he simply hisses back, slipping his fingers out of you and shoving them into your mouth

instinctively, you go to suck on them, tongue cleaning every bit of your want from his fingers, and he watches, eyes focused on how your lips wrap around his fingers

muttering underneath his breath, he pulls his fingers from your mouth, a thin string of spit connecting your lips to him before he throws his own tewng off of himself

his hand wraps around the length, pumping it a few times, and his free hand goes to hook underneath your leg and bring it up high to reveal your pussy to him

you lean against the tree behind you for balance, and he pumps his cock a few more times before leaning in close to you, lining himself up and thrusting into you with one quick motion

he bites into your shoulder at the same time, and you scratch lines down his back to make him grunt as you let out a groan as the pain and pleasure mixes together

his hand on your leg tightens as he brings your leg up further, stretching your muscles further than you thought they could, and he fucks up into you, angling his hips to make sure his cock bullies against your sweet spot

you let out a strangled sound, biting into his shoulder as you struggle to keep your composure, the wet sound of his hips slapping into yours echoing in the forest

it’s not long before his hips start to stutter, and he groans into your skin as his hand goes to rub at your clit, needing you to cum first on his cock

your pussy clenches down on his thick cock as you whine and cream on his cock, coating it with your cum, and you pant and moan as he fucks you through his orgasm

he groans at the feeling of you clenching around him, and he buries himself inside of you, groaning as he cums, spilling his seed inside of you

he sloppily thrusts into you, cum leaking out of your pussy and down your leg as the both of you pant into each other’s skin and calm down

finally, he stop moving but stays buried inside of you, and you pant out that you’re still angry at him

Tsu’tey mumbles into your skin that he’s still mad at you as well, giving you a small thrust into your abused pussy to make you whimper

he grins as his fingers finds your clit, rubbing at the sensitive bud, and he says he’ll just fuck you until you beg him for mercy then

you scoff and say that you can outlast him, and he laughs into your skin and hums as his fingers pinch at your clit

neither of you win

[justpeaxchy]

'Orange Hues'

A/n: It's fall, what more can I say? Since it's my favorite season, I thought of this, so here you go! :) Warnings: mentions of Stoick's death, kind of short? Imo. Hiccup x !fem reader!

You weren't one to hate the wind as much. Especially when you had a dragon of your own. It was impossible to avoid the gale that rushed past you whenever you took to the skies, so you didn't mind it. In fact, it was most enjoyable that way. However, in your current situation, it didn't seem like one of your highly favorable moments.

You stood next to the Chief, arms folded across your chest, as you tried to ignore the ever-persistent current of air that blew against your hair, pursing your lips in annoyance. It was fine to experience that on your dragon with your secured helmet on, but having to deal with nearly the same conditions on land wasn't what you had hoped for.

Hiccup had came across another island, yet again, and he didn't waste any time in recording it in his map - or, at least, tried to. He needed a few rocks to keep the parchment paper down so he could carry out his intentions of marking down every detail his viridescent eyes found, a concentrated expression on his features as he continued to jot down as much as he could. Toothless, similar to his rider, didn't appear bothered by the weather, not even in the slightest.

'Who am I kidding, he's a dragon. He has scales, not hair.' You internally told yourself, playfully rolling your eyes at the Night Fury as he nudged your side. Your hand gently scratched underneath his chin, glancing at your own dragon who was laying beside Hiccup. It was funny, really. Whenever you two were together for longer periods of time, each of your dragons would go to the opposite rider. It stood true, even now, as Toothless grumbled in satisfaction, plopping down next to you as you gave him the scratches he silently asked for.

You glimpsed at the Chief, seeing his hand reaching up to pet your dragon's head as he finished up the last details of the map, glancing up one final time at the scenery around him before he sat up straighter, ignoring the wind that ruffled his auburn hair. "Alright, I think that's about it..!" He spoke, a carefree tone in his voice as he stood up and dusted his hands off. "We should probably be heading back now, I can't be out for long.." He remembered that he had to put away his map as your dragon nudged him, motioning his tail towards the paper, causing him to kneel back down.

You folded your arms, trying to hide the fact that you wanted to stay a while longer. Hiccup had become Chief a year ago after Stoick's death, and he couldn't go flying with Toothless to discover new islands as much anymore. It made you truly realize that he was the Chief now, and he couldn't run away from it this time. You hadn't came to terms with how much you actually enjoyed going on those small trips with him - whenever you caught him doing so, at least. He managed to get by today and take you with him to go for another one of those flights, despite his new schedule attending to Berk.

Things changed so quickly, and you barely had enough time to wrap your mind around it all that Stoick was really gone, that he couldn't be there to scold Hiccup anymore, that he couldn't be the one going to chiefly meetings, that he couldn't be the one to gather Berk together for a meeting, and he wouldn't be the one taking care of a whole island of people. That was Hiccup's duty now. With your help, of course. You watched him take on the new responsibilities as best as he could, but there were moments when he felt overwhelmed, just like he had been before he even became Chief. You were glad that he was able to take the time and bring you with him today for a small break from it all, but you both knew that there wouldn't be as many opportunities to do what you two were doing now.

You had to grow up.

"Well, it has been a bit windy.." You muttered, your arms still folded as the last bits of wind flew past your face, "..But, uh, you sure you got everything you needed on the map?" You questioned, speaking out the unsaid words of 'Can we stay just a little longer?' You hoped that Hiccup would understand what you were really trying to say, and yet, at the same time, you didn't want to distract him from the things he needed to do at Berk.

Your eyes trailed to the side for a moment, blinking at the orange and red leaves that were scattered across the grass. It only heightened the exquisiteness of the whole area, and you'd be lying if you said it didn't catch your attention. Slowly turning back to Hiccup, who was watching your subtle actions with a questioning gaze, you faintly shrugged. "Y'know... We could stay for a couple of minutes..if you want to. It wouldn't harm anyone.."

You observed the brief conflict on his face, assuming that he did have something to do at Berk already. You felt a little...regret, for asking now; If you hadn't asked, he wouldn't be placed in the spot of having to say no to something you both wanted to do, "Actually... nevermind, we can just--" Your words fell short as Toothless suddenly bounded over towards the scattered leaves, a delighted grin on his face as he purposefully ran through them, causing colors of scarlet and ginger to fly up in the air. Your dragon was soon to follow afterwards.

With a slightly gaping mouth, you witnessed two dragons begin to play with leaves. Before you could say anything, however, Hiccup was by your side with an amused smile tracing his lips, "Well, looks like we'll have to stay now; Toothless looks like he doesn't plan on leaving anytime soon yet." He grinned, seeing your surprised expression, as he gently grabbed your hand and walked forward to where your dragons were, "Would you give me the honor of staying a little longer here with me?" He worded his question in a sarcastic manner, but you could tell he was making sure that you were willing enough to agree.

So, without wasting anymore time, you chuckled and pulled him forward, running towards the autumn-shaded leaves, feeling like a child again as you watched them fly over your head with a delighted smile, and trying to catch some as they fell back down again. Toothless must have done it on purpose, or he didn't know, but his tail had swung across a small pile of leaves right next to you and Hiccup, making you only see colors of red and orange for a moment. You couldn't help but giggle at the Night Fury's face when he realized what happened - at least, when you were finally able to view him.

Hiccup playfully smirked as an idea came to his mind, throwing even more leaves at Toothless 'in return' for his actions, but it only seemed to make the dragon more excited. Rolling his eyes at his best friend, the Chief turned to glance at you, snorting when he found a leaf still stuck in your hair. Trying to recompose himself, he cleared his throat and gestured towards your head, "You, uh, got something in your hair, Milady." He snickered, leisurely reaching out for the leaf, showing it to you right in front of your face as you realized what he meant.

You narrowed your eyes at him, seeing the teasing glint in his own. "I noticed something about your hair too.." You muttered, quickly extending your hands to ruffle his auburn locks, smiling to yourself when he stared at you with a gaping mouth, "It's messed up now... Or, actually, I kind of like it this way--" You were, once again, interrupted as your dragon suddenly came bolting past you both, chasing a specific leaf, causing you two to fall on the ground. Thankfully, it didn't hurt as much as you thought it would, and you landed next to each other, unlike the many times when you accidentally fell on Hiccup's prosthetic leg.

Despite the cause for being on the ground, you couldn't stop the laughter that came from you, holding your stomach as you grasped in as much air as possible. Hiccup shook his head, recovering from the sudden fall as he glanced at you. He felt the corner of his lips tug upwards at the sight, sitting himself up with his arms as he observed the different colored leaves that surrounded your form. It looked like a perfect moment captured in time as he kept his gaze on you, making sure that he would remember what he had seen.

He was glad that he decided to stay, just for a little longer.

[gravehags]

pray it all away (but it continues to grow)

Pairing: Dewdrop x f!Reader (Ghoul Bicycle Reader)

Rating: EXPLICIT, MDNI

Words: 3,689

Tags: hurt/comfort that turns into nasty filth, showering, biting, blood drinking, dick riding, cum eating, descriptions of violence and cannibalism (i mean...is it considered cannibalism if the ghouls aren't human tho)

Summary: You knew something was up with Dew, and you intend to take care of him in the best way you know how.

a/n: i just think dew should get some tender loving care. and then get ridden so hard his cock snaps off. yknow?

~~~

“Where’s Dew?”

The pack files into the den one by one, giving each other nervous looks.

“He’s uh…still in the practice room,” Rain says softly, putting his hand on your shoulder. You frown.

“At this hour? You guys were already there way later than usual, he shouldn’t…is he okay?”

Sunshine comes over and gives you a firm side hug.

“He’s going through a rough patch lately,” she murmurs, “Mental block, bad mood…you might have noticed the past few days.”

Ah. So that’s why Dewdrop had been sullen and quiet, slinking off to his room rather than gathering with the pack. You know better than most about rough patches and immediately your heart goes out to him.

“Should I go get him?”

“No,” Rain says quickly, “he needs some time to hash things out. He won’t be long and then you can abduct him for whatever plan you have to help, okay?”

“Am I that obvious?” you say with a soft smile. Sunshine nudges you with a smile of her own.

“To us? Of course. And don’t let him push you away when he does return - you know how he is.”

Moody little bastard, you think fondly.

–

It’s almost an hour later when you hear the door to the den open and slam and you come out of your room and down the hall. You pass the empty living room and stand with your hands behind your back. Dew rounds the corner after a few seconds, brow furrowed and hair in a messy bun at the nape of his neck. He doesn’t appear to see you as he shuffles your direction and jumps when he bumps into you.

“Hey, hon,” you say quietly, wrapping your hands around his forearms and lifting them to sit around your waist. He holds on half-heartedly, eyes avoiding yours.

“You don’t have to tell me what’s going on if you don’t want to, but you are going to let me take care of you tonight, okay?”

He winces and one of his hands flies to the back of his neck.

“Not really in the mood, y’know?”

“Yeah. I know.” He finally looks into your eyes and the lines on his forehead soften as he beholds you.

“Please,” you murmur, reaching out to cup his cheek. He sighs and rests the weight of his head in your palm. “I know all too well how these things get when you bottle them up. It will make you sick and I can’t stand by and watch that. So please…come with me.”

He sighs heavily through his nose and his shoulders slump.

“Alright,” he says softly.

Taking his hand you guide him to the end of the hallway and into your room, shutting the door behind the two of you with a snap. When he rubs his arm anxiously you notice that his hand is shaking.

“What uh…what do you have in store for me?”

You smile.

“Gonna take a shower and wash your hair, first of all. The rest is a surprise but you won’t have to do a thing, my love. I’ve got you. C’mon, let’s get you out of those clothes.”

You strip alongside him and you know something really must be bothering him from the way he doesn’t react to your nudity like he normally would. Guiding him into the large bathroom you open the shower door and turn the water on. When you turn to look at Dew your heart breaks. He looks so…small. Which physically, of course, he is but something about his aura seems downtrodden. The military precision with which he normally comports himself is gone in favor of rounded shoulders and anxiously rubbing his palms, tail low and twitching. You gesture him over to you and as gently as possible, you undo his tangled bun and grab your brush. With great care you run the bristles through his long, blonde hair, gently easing the knots out with a practiced hand. You swear you hear a faint purring coming from him over the sound of the water and it makes your heart swell, just a little bit. Setting the brush down you reach in to check the temperature - scalding, as both you and Dew like it. You step in first, holding out your hand to him and drawing him into the steam. As soon as he submerges himself in the water he lets out a deep groan that you know comes from his soul. You let him stand there soaking it in for a moment, watching him roll his neck and reach up to rub at the base of his horns before grabbing the shampoo bottle and squeezing some out. He obligingly lets you pull him out of the stream and massage it into his scalp, eyes slipping closed as your fingers scratch gently at him.

“Feels good,” he says, so quietly you can barely hear him over the water.

You hum and place a kiss to his shoulder, nuzzling into the skin. You scrub at him for a good while but when you stop and push him back under the water, he lets out a needy whine.

“Don’t worry, cinder. I’m not done with you yet.”

You know he loves that nickname, kept private between the two of you in your most intimate moments. He tilts his head back as you rinse his hair, and not for the first time you’re struck by how beautiful the slight ghoul is. You eye the scars on his neck and the matching ones on his sides, remnants from his previous life as a water ghoul. The slope of his nose, the arch of his brows, the curve of his bone-colored horns. 

“You’re staring.”

For a brief moment and for the first time in a long time you feel a flicker of the old Dew come out. His eyes are cracked just barely - just enough to watch you ogle him with the corner of his mouth curled.

“Yeah, well,” you say, easing him back out of the water and squeezing the excess out of his hair, “you’re real pretty, you know? Anyone ever told you that?”

“Usually when they want something from me,” he says as you open the bottle of conditioner and squirt a healthy amount into your palm, “but when you say it I kinda believe it.”

Oh. Your heart aches at that.

Gently, you begin to ease the conditioner into the ends of his hair, combing diligently for a thorough coating.

“Don’t go back in yet,” you tell him, “Gonna wash your face and scrub you down.”

He flushes, even in the heat of the shower.

“You don’t have to do that–”

“But I want to,” you say simply, putting a dollop of face cleanser in your hands and rubbing them together, “now close your eyes for me.”

He does as he’s told and you massage it into his skin in small, circular motions, making sure everything is covered. When your thumbs rub at the base of his horns, he slides a hand around your waist and pulls you in closer.

“I like that,” he says.

“Mmm, I know you do,” you smile, scooping a handful of water and washing the cleanser off his face. The spade of his tail is drifting along the back of your calf as you grab the silicone scrubber and shower gel.

“Gotta let go of me if you want me to get the job done,” you tell him and he pouts but acquiesces. Tenderly, you run the bristles along the slender planes of his body, smiling when he lets you manhandle him into different positions. When your soapy hand drifts down to brush against his cock, he makes an intrigued sound.

“Later,” you promise with a grin, “if you’re still interested.”

“Sweetheart, I’m always interested.”

“Yeah, the Dew I saw walking into the den twenty minutes ago wouldn’t say that.”

He frowns as you rinse him off.

“Probably not. Ah fuck,” he raises a hand to rub at his eyes, “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, love,” you tell him firmly as you guide him back under the water to rinse the conditioner off. “Now let’s get this out of your hair so we can go relax, okay?”

“Don’t you have to–”

“Nah. Showered earlier. Just wanted to be in a compact, steamy space with you.”

He snorts.

By the time you shut the water off and grab two of your fluffiest towels, Dew already looks worlds better from what he did earlier. He obligingly lets you put toner and moisturizer on his face, as well as brush out his damp hair. When you hand him a clean pair of pajama pants he cocks his head.

“Did you steal these from my room?”

“Yeah,” you smirk, pulling your nightgown over your head, “I wasn’t about to make you get in my bed nude. How scandalous would that be.”

“Real scandalous,” he says, with a sharp grin. He starts to make his way toward you when he stops and makes a pained sound, gripping his right hand.

“We’re going to address that next,” you say, grabbing a tube of your nicest hand cream off the bathroom counter, “Bed. Now.”

He knows better than to object as the two of you exit the bathroom and pad across the rug to climb into your large bed. When he settles his back against the propped up pillows he lets out a sigh.

“Fuck, I love your bed,” he says, smoothing a hand over the plush, soft duvet. He looks up at the canopy overhead and gets a thoughtful look on his face.

“We should put a mirror up there–”

You groan.

“Not you too…Cumulus already said that. My demon lovers are degenerate sex freaks.”

“That a new reality show like ‘My Strange Addiction’ or ‘Say Yes to the Dress’ or…”

You pause thoughtfully.

“You know actually, I would watch that. Okay stop changing the subject and give me your hand.”

With some hesitation he reaches out and lets you gently take it, squeezing hand cream onto the back.

“Like I said, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” you tell him, gently massaging the lotion in, “but what’s with the shaking, huh?”

He groans and squeezes his eyes shut, tilting his head back against the pillow.

“Been having…cramping a lot recently,” he says, “It’s not the first time but unholy fuck it sucks. I’m not playing as well as I should, I’m in pain, they’re unsteady…”

You turn his hand over so his palm is facing up, gently kneading into the meat of it. He lets out another groan - this time of pleasure.

“Your hands are my favorite thing about you,” you murmur, “Favorite physical thing, that is. Even before all of us got together I always admired them.”

“Really?” he says softly, tilting his head to look at you.

“Mmhmm. Strong, dextrous. Love the veins on the tops of them. Love the way they handle a guitar. Love the way they handle me even more. You remember our first time?”

“Heh. Sure do.”

“Thought about your fingers for weeks after that - the way they curled inside me hitting all the right spots? Tried to replicate it on lonely nights with my own fingers but they just didn’t cut it. Don’t tell anyone I said this but no one in the pack fingers like you. Not even Cirrus, and she’s good.”

He laughs, loud and sharp, and the sound makes you grin.

“You buttering me up for something?” he asks.

“Not even a little bit,” you tell him, turning his hand over once more to rub the top, “do you remember the first time we spoke?”

“Yeah,” he says, fondness clear in his voice, “you were helping clean up the practice room. Pretty little thing, hair like fire.”

“Told me you liked my rosary because the garnet beads looked like blood,” you chuckle. “Morbid ass weirdo.”

The sharp grin is back.

“As if you don’t fucking love it, sweetheart. You know I’d kill for you. Shit, I have killed for you.”

You gently lay down his hand and gesture for him to hand you the other one.

“No one’s ever told me the details but Cumulus did mention something about Sister Tamsin…”

“You wanna know?”

You pause midway through squeezing lotion into your hand.

“Is it fucked up that I kinda do?”

“Yeah,” he smirks, “you sick, twisted, beautiful thing. Well since no one else has had the balls to tell you, I will. Sister Marguerite came to Papa after whatever happened in the library that day and whew if you could have seen the look on his face. He suggested dismissal but Marguerite said to let us take care of it in our own way. Papa knows how important you are to us so…he did. Set her loose on the grounds and well…it was grisly. I made the killing blow but the ghoulettes really did a number on her too…we made sure none of her went to waste even if she was a waste in life.”

Your breath comes in short pants as you eye the points of Dew’s canines and the smile that plays on his lips.

“Oh,” you murmur, a sharp ache throbbing between your thighs. “Oh.”

He lowers his hand and you look down to see an all too familiar tent in your sheets. It should make you ill that your lovers murdered and devoured someone who was once cruel to you but all that settles in your stomach is heat and arousal.

“How do you want me?” you ask quietly, eyes flying back to his, “I-I need–”

“I know, baby,” he purrs, lotion-softened hand coming up to run along your jaw, “Horrific little thing, getting turned on by bloodshed in her name. I know exactly what you need.”

He lifts his hips up and slides the sleep pants down, pushing the covers with it to reveal his cock. There’s a fat bead of pre hanging onto his slit and he reaches down to scoop it up with his thumb. He doesn’t even have to say anything and your mouth opens obediently.

“Always knew you were fucked up,” he breathes as you suck diligently on his thumb, “it’s always the quiet ones, huh? My beautiful girl. Come here,” he says, crooking his finger and patting his lap. You don’t even hesitate as you pull your slip over your head and throw a leg over him, drawing your cunt to rest against the curve of his cock.

“Needed this for a while,” he murmurs as you rock your hips against him, “fuck, I missed this. Missed you.”

“Me too,” you whimper, “Dew touch me, please.”

He obliges, first slowly sliding his hands along the meat of your thighs, up and over your belly, to come rest on your breasts. He kneads the flesh, thumbs teasing your nipples in tight little circles. When he leans in to slip one in your mouth, you sigh and he runs his tongue along the bud. 

“Dew,” you sigh, “I–ah!”

You jolt forward as Dew sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of your breast. He begins lapping and sucking more hungrily and when he briefly pulls away, his smile is bloody. You’re speechless, cunt clenching around nothing as you watch his tongue slide over his teeth. Without a second thought you lunge forward, slamming your mouth into his and burying your fingers into his damp hair. The kiss is hungry and where you thought there would be disgust at the taste of your blood on his mouth there is only raw arousal. He’s laughing in between kisses, hand cupping the back of your skull as he sucks on your lower lip.

“Ravenous,” he pants, “fucking ravenous, huh? Tell me how much you want it, baby.”

You raise yourself onto your knees and grab his swollen cock, positioning it.

“Dewdrop I want to ride you so hard we both see stars and I want you to bite and lick and suck and fuck up into me. I want to keep tasting my blood on your lips. I want–”

“Do it,” he snarls, “come on. Take what you want from me.”

It’s all the permission you need and you slam down, taking him to the hilt. He lets out a howl as you viciously begin to take your pleasure.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he pants, flexing his hips upward, “show me what a filthy little beast you are.”

You laugh and when you toss your hair to expose your neck, Dew’s eyes get wide.

“Come on, cinder,” you coo, “I know you want to.”

With a snarl he grabs you and licks a stripe up your throat. He gives no warning before biting down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder and fuck it hurts but you feel so delirious you barely register the pain for longer than a few seconds. The little whimpers he makes as he sucks at your wounds make your cunt clench around him.

“Fuck, baby,” you pant, your shower-damp breasts pressed against his narrow chest as you roughly bounce on his cock, “You’re–ah!--perfect.”

He groans and ruts up into you, claws biting at the skin of your waist. When your moaning gets louder, he unlatches his mouth from your shoulder and pulls back to look at you.

“Belial, look at you,” he growls, grinning blood at you, “Fuck, I love–oh fuck–love the little slut we’ve made you.” 

You moan in response and his hand flies to your hair, tugging sharply at the scalp to expose your throat to him once more. When his teeth graze your pulse, you gasp.

“Love–ah–love being your slut, Dew.”

“Yeah? Like being my little fuck toy? My stress relief?”

A laugh bubbles from your throat and you clench around him, hard. He lets out a moan that’s more of a prolonged whine, and tips his head back. 

“Just like that baby, just like that,” he hisses as you ride him, “Fuck, I know you’re close.”

He’s right - your movements have become sloppy and your moans higher in pitch as you chase your high. You reach down to pry one of his hands from your waist and, bringing it to your mouth, slip two fingers in.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, “You want me to fill you up? Go on, show me how you take these fingers you love so much.”

You trace every ridge and callus with the tip of your tongue as your mouth bobs on them, drinking in the way Dew stares at you with eyes like embers. 

“Good girl,” he grunts, hips jackhammering up into you. He may not be as big as some of the others but unholy fuck his stamina is unmatched and you can feel yourself starting to come undone, drooling around his fingers. Without warning, he pulls them out of your mouth and brings them to your swollen clit, rubbing furiously.

“Fuck, Dew! Ah!”

“Come on baby, scream for me like the first time. Want everyone–ah–in this fucking place to hear how good I’m fucking you.”

As your orgasm mounts, you struggle for breath - gasping and choking on your own moans. Dew drags his thumb along the wound on your neck and slides the digit along your bottom lip. The second your tongue darts out and tastes the metallic tang of your own blood, your back arches and a wail crawls out of your throat. The ghoul beneath you pants sharply and then with a long, desperate moan you feel him cum inside you with your name on his lips. Your thighs ache and you can feel the sweat on your scalp. So much for being freshly showered. You let your forehead fall forward and land on Dew’s as his fingers delicately brush the skin of your waist and hips. When he tilts his head forward for a sweet kiss, you smile against his lips.

“How’s your bad mood now, cinder?”

He grins.

“If I’d have known this was what was waiting for me, I wouldn’t have been so pissy today, that’s for sure.”

With a groan, you ease yourself out of his lap, exhaling hard when you feel his cum slip out of you. Dew sees it and his hand darts between your legs to scoop up what’s left on your thighs. You watch through a tired haze as he places his fingers on his tongue and gives you a slow wink.

“Nasty boy,” you murmur, collapsing against your pillow.

“We should uh, probably do something about those?”

Your brow furrows when he gestures to your breast and neck, having completely forgotten that he bit you not once, but twice tonight.

“Am I going to get rabies or something?” you ask sleepily, watching the slender ghoul slide out of bed.

“Dunno, maybe. I’ve never bit a human and kept them alive so…”

It’s horrible, and morbid, and you shouldn’t laugh. But here you are, giggling with your forearm thrown over your eyes.

“Interesting reaction to being told you might have rabies, sweetheart. Come on, up - need to clean the wounds.”

“Aurora bit and drank from me our first time together and I was fine.”

Dew’s eyes unfocus a little as a wicked grin spreads across his face.

“Baby, I’ll make you a deal. You get up and tell me all about your first time with Aurora and I’ll clean these wounds. Then, I’ll fuck you for the rest of the night until you beg me to stop. Sound good?”

You smile and sit up.

“I was supposed to be taking care of you tonight, Dew.”

“Trust me,” he says, reaching out a hand to pull you out of bed, “this is exactly what I need to make me feel better.”

“Want me to text Aurora? Might be better if we just reenacted it,” you say, sitting on the edge of the bed. You’re giving him your most wide-eyed, innocent smile and Dew’s heavy exhale comes out in a wheeze.

“Sweetheart, you are way, way too good to me.”

Your phone is already in your hand.

“You’re welcome, cinder.”

[strawberry-cow-smut]

"It's always been there."

Character: Gojo Satoru, Jujutsu Kaisen

Reader: Gender Neutral

Exploring: First Meeting, Love at First Sight, First Date, Relationship Moments, Gaslighting (about small and inconsequential things), Awkward Moments, Lots of Fluff

Gojo Satoru is known for his boyish demeanor; full of fun, laughter, and a playfulness that rivals any other. Sure, he's possibly the most powerful sorcerer to have ever existed in the written memory of mankind and likely the closest thing to an actual god that humanity currently has on its side, but none of that really changes anything; at least when you look at him.

Satoru is like a mischievous cat. He'll mess with your hair and move essential items onto higher shelves then hide the stepladder just so you have to come ask him for help. He'll lurk around corners just to "casually" walk out just as you're coming around them to cause a crash of bodies in which he can ever-so-heroically save you from "certain death". To put it frankly, he's an asshole (affectionate).

But he's your asshole.

Gojo Satoru asked you out back when you were both in middle school. He'd decided to walk a different path on his way to the local convenience store after class had ended. For you, on the other hand, this path was your chosen way home from your own middle school.

It was a cold spring and the cherry blossoms had yet to bloom; decorating the landscape with trees that vaguely resembled themselves after the first powder of a chilly winter season. Some buds had already fallen and were floating their way down the stream next to his path.

He remembers seeing your reflection in the water of the river first, then moments later being awestruck as your figure popped out from a corner and began heading towards him. Normally, Satoru wouldn't think much of a person walking towards him, but something about you just had his heart in shambles the moment he laid eyes on you.

Is it really all that unusual for a middle schooler to hear wedding bells when he's barely even gotten over the idea of cooties?

The distance between you two was closing at a slow yet steady pace. He'd been frozen in place since the moment you'd appeared, but you hadn't stopped walking at all. Once you were roughly six or seven meters away, he couldn't hold himself back any longer.

"HEY!"

The sudden yell caught you off guard; bringing your own body's movements to a grinding halt.

"DO YOU WANT TO GO OUT SOMETIME?"

With a boyish smile and bright eyes, Satoru stared eagerly, waiting for an answer. Sure, the delivery wasn't the most impressive, nor had you ever seen this kid before in your life, but what did you have to lose?

"No."

Apparently, your dignity.

Not giving him another second of your time, you turned tail and walked away, leaving him frozen in the same spot, with a much sadder posture.

Satoru stayed still for a few minutes, processing what just happened and what he'd just done. What he'd just done was make an absolute fool of himself and blow what possibly could have been his only chance with you. He wasn't about to give up so easily, though.

For the next month and a half (or forty-three days, to be precise), Satoru walked that same route every single day at the same time, even on days when he didn't feel like heading to the convenience store, just hoping to see you again.

You, on the other hand, purposely walked a different path in hopes of avoiding a weird white-haired kid with a tendency to yell out his unfounded love confessions. On the forty-third day, you incorrectly decided it was safe to return to your normal path, and encountered the doofus once more.

Once again, he was awestruck. He did wait for you to approach a bit closer this time, though. Once you had passed by and were a few steps behind him, he stuttered out his name, accompanied with a rather charming voice crack. You muttered your own in response, and he lit up. He jogged a bit to catch up with you, abandoning his trip to the convenience store in favor of a conversation with you.

In all honesty, he was a bit of a pest. He was loud and a bit obnoxious with hardly any regard for personal space, but something about this weird kid with his sights on you seemed oddly right; maybe not a good idea, but right all the same. Reluctantly, you conceded and agreed to meet him for a movie after class next week.

Your first date wasn't all that great. He was so amped up about the idea of seeing you that he'd practically yelled every sentence he spoke. Whenever he awkwardly attempted to hold your hand, he'd squeeze a bit too tight.

But still, he'd opened the door for you, bought both the tickets and popcorn, made sure you had the best seats in the theater, and had tried his best to manage both the date and his enthusiasm.

Oh god, his enthusiasm.

You'd arrived to your first date exactly when you said you would, but Satoru had already been standing outside the theater gates for two hours before the movie would even start. He'd visited two different flower shops on his way there, trying to decide which ones were the perfect ones to get for a first date, then ultimately decided holding flowers during a movie wouldn't be all that comfortable and forgetting about that idea altogether.

He didn't plan on you ever knowing that, wanting to seem as cool as possible in front of his crush, but the box office cashier made sure to tell you all about it. Of course, Satoru was bright red by the time they'd finished, but so were you. It was a new feeling to have someone be so excited to see you, and even more new to know they'd been thinking of you so intensely beforehand.

Before you two parted after the movie, you did mention an ice cream shop you'd be at that Saturday. Despite all his annoyances, they were still charming annoyances; and he'd earned a second date.

Throughout the years, you two would go on hundreds of other dates where his annoyances would make themselves known time and time again, each of them becoming endearing and something you'd almost look forward to.

He'd tell you there's a cool bird outside to get you to turn your head, then steal a bite off your plate when you weren't looking. When you'd invite him over, he'd open your sock drawer the moment you left him unattended and would switch around all the paired socks with others that were very obviously not their mate. He'd leave cute notes that said "I love you" or something similar in places you'd undoubtedly find them: your glovebox, your dresser, the kitchen counter, inside the fridge; although they'd always have a silly little poorly drawn penis in the bottom right corner. He'd reenact the famous "Long Live the King" scene from The Lion King with your stuffed animals then flop back in your bed, claiming to be the only thing you need to snuggle at night.

With all this in mind, it's truly a wonder how willing you were to trust him when he started gaslighting you.

It started small, and it certainly wasn't intentional the first time. As far as you know, the first instance was when you noticed a large stash of your favorite snack sitting in your shared pantry. Not wanting to lose his cool like he'd done so many times before, Satoru played dumb and acted like he hadn't ever seen the snack before in his entire life. You held firmly to your suspicion that he had something to do with the tiny mountain on the shelf, but it's not like it mattered, nor could you prove anything... and you did really like the snack, so you just shrugged it off and went with it; genuinely considering the possibility that you'd forgotten accumulating so many treats for yourself.

He really didn't think it'd be that easy to convince you. He turned the situation over in his head a few times that night, thinking about what your gullibility meant for the future of your relationship, but he didn't see many downsides; at least with how he planned to take advantage of it.

"Yes dear, the TV was always that big. No, it certainly didn't grow overnight. Are you imagining things?"

"Oh, you really like the fabric of our bedsheets? It's your favorite texture? What do you mean they're new? Oh, Honey, we've had these sheets forever and you're just now telling me about this?"

"You haven't worn that outfit in a while. What do you mean you've never seen it before? It was always in the back of your closet. It was just behind that old shirt you stole from me when we first moved in together. Yeah. You mentioned it was your dream outfit, but you've always had that."

"No, a jeweler didn't call today. You must be going crazy. I didn't even hear the phone ring and I've been home all day long. You're so silly."

One morning, the sun started shining a bit brighter than usual, or at least it appeared to since Satoru had forgotten to close the window before bed last night. He said he would before he laid down to sleep, but apparently forgot to keep his promise. While you slept peacefully. he'd been up the majority of the night. He'd been stirring about the house the entire night; sitting in every chair, making a thousand Google searches, playing Jenga by himself, and debating on whether or not to crawl into bed with you. Eventually, he would give into this little desire, but not before tending to another small task first. Satoru completed his little task before climbing into his side of the bed and snuggling up to you as per his usual.

You woke the following morning with the sun's rays leaping through your window and assaulting your face as it rose on the horizon. The arm around your waist kept you cemented in place. As you attempted to roll over to escape the warmth of another day, tired grumbles sounded from the face hidden from the same criminal in the small of your back.

"Five more minutes."

Given how he towered over you in both strength and stubbornness, you sighed and gave in to his grumbling without much of a fight. If you're going to be stuck here, you might as well make the most of it, right? Five minutes for him can at least mean four more for you too. As you lay your head back down on your pillow, a sudden and bright sparkle from your bedsheets caught your eye.

What the hell could that be?

In your sleep-drunken state, you attempted to reach out and grab the object, only to realize the shimmering object moved at the same pace as your fingertips... or did it?

The mysterious twinkle seemed to be attached to your hand; your left ring finger to be precise.

The extra heft was surely noticeable once you'd awakened enough to gain some form of higher thinking. There is absolutely not a single logical reason as to why this giant ring, almost gaudy in its presentation and glittering enough to make oncoming cars swerve, would be on your finger. Sure, Satoru had made some jokes in the past, but you swore he'd never proposed to you.

He stirs and grumbles again, obviously disturbed by your refusal to lay back down.

"Satoru? What's this?" you inquire without breaking your gaze at the ring. Satoru sits up slightly and yawns; blinking a few times before waking up enough to respond properly.

"... Oh! I know this one! It's a ring!"

Wow. So intelligent.

"Of course it's a ring, dumbass. What's it doing on my hand?"

"It's your engagement ring, silly. Don't you remember? I proposed like a month ago."

"......... Are you sure you did that?"

"Absolutely positive. Never been more sure of anything in my life."

"I think I'd remember something like that."

"Hmm... I don't know if you would. You've been forgetting a lot of things lately. Good thing I can remember it enough for both of us. We were in that cafe you like with those cute plants on the windowsill and it was snowing outside. You ordered a hot chocolate in their signature seasonal Santa mug and I had my glass of steamed apple juice to go with it. I got down on one knee and you said yes before I even had a chance to ask the question. It was so cute how eager you were." Satoru took a deep sigh and gave your body a slight squeeze, burying his face in the small of your back once more.

You're immediately calling "bullshit" in your head, but the slight tremble in his breathing makes you go along with it this time, fully understanding exactly what he's trying to do. With a sigh, you lay back down as well, rolling over to face him and cup his cheeks. Looking into his cerulean eyes, you give a soft smile and a gentle peck on his lips.

"I'm so glad you remember. I'm sorry I don't, but maybe you can do it again so I can remember this time?"

Satoru froze for a moment; taking the time to think through his next words carefully.

"Of course, my love." He cupped your cheek with one of his large hands and pressed his nose to your own; bright eyes peering directly into your soul.

"My beloved dove, I have loved you with everything that I am, and, if you'll allow me, I'd be honored to love you with all that I will ever be for all eternity. For the rest of our lives, I want to wake up next to you, just like this, and hold you in my arms, just like this. Whether we're fighting the clock and rushing out of the house after another 'Just five more minutes' or taking it easy and sleeping in until noon, I want that to be our every day together. I want to stay with you as long as you'll let me, as close as you'll have me. When I'm with you, the days turn into hours and the hours into minutes and minutes into seconds. I fear that forever may not be long enough to truly show you how much I love you, so I'm afraid I'll have to cut my little speech short. What I'm really trying to say is... Will you marry me?"

~~~~~~~~~~~Author’s Note~~~~~~~~~

Happy holidays to @saintsugu!! I'm your Secret Santa! This one's written especially for you, Ezra! This is the first JJK piece I've written so it might seem a little funky, but I sincerely hope you enjoyed getting to experience this little love story with Gojo <3

Heart dividers made by @/cafekitsune

[thetomorrowshow]

Whumptober Day 12 - Starvation

title: eve or the serpent?

fandom: hermitcraft smp

cw: starvation

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“Please.”

Cleo growls at him—at Joe, they trusted him, they can't believe that they could ever have trusted him—

“It's safe, I promise.”

“No, it's not,” Cleo snaps, even as her stomach stabs through with lancing pain.

An apple. An apple is all that Joe holds out to her, and Cleo doesn't know if he's the serpent or if he's Eve but they know that to partake would be the end.

“Cleo.”

They had given him their name. That's how much they had trusted him.

They were so terribly, terribly stupid.

Joe was different, she'd thought. They were friends. They were inseparable, as nervous as it made everyone in town.

The artist’s daughter and the púka. What a foolish pairing.

Cleo still remembers when they met—as she strayed a little too close to the forest during recess, kicking a rounded pebble along in the grass, only seven years old and already well-versed in avoiding the fair folk. She carried a cold iron ring, a protective charm in the necklace that was commonplace for children, a salt packet in her pocket and enough knowledge to recognize and keep away from any fairy circles.

This fairy wasn't what she'd expected, though.

He was a little boy, with goat horns and dirty clothes, tears pouring down his face as he tried fruitlessly to pull his leg free of an iron trap clamped around his ankle.

He was bleeding, blood trickling down between his toes, and he blinked up at her with big, golden eyes and she knew that she wouldn't leave him, fae though he clearly was.

“You can call me Scully,” she had said, because of course she had been taught to never give her real name.

The little boy couldn't have been older than six, and Cleo's chest puffed up as the oldest and therefore the one in charge, and she set the fairy free.

You aren't supposed to do favors for the fae, but Cleo didn't know that.

When the boy showed up a week later as she played at the park and helped her spin the merry-go-round, she just thought she'd made a new friend.

He became Joey when he turned up one day with tall ears and a thick tail (they had read an an alphabet animals book the day before, and he had been enraptured with the kangaroo), and she had laughed and told him he was too small to be a real kangaroo, but maybe he could be a joey. She carried him around in a makeshift sling like a mama with a pouch, both of them giggling the whole time.

Everyone in town avoided them. Cleo's father was angry at first, then scared, then resigned. It makes her want to smile, remembering the fear in his eyes slowly fade to tired acceptance the first time Joey had come to dinner, when she was around eleven, and they had caused far too much chaos together without a word of communication between them.

For the most part, it was just Joey and Scully, together against the world. Cleo didn’t mind that she didn’t have any other friends. She had Joey, and Joey he stayed until Cleo was fifteen and Joey was too young of a name (he was a teenager too, hair long and face scrawny and floppy dog ears hanging down to his cheeks) so he became Joe.

“Don't tell him your name,” her father had said, again and again and again, once he gave up on trying to argue with her. “I won't stop you from having a púka as a friend, but never give him your name, all right?”

Cleo should have listened to him. She should have taken that one piece of advice, even if she ignored all the rest.

It was her eighteenth birthday when she told him her name.

They had thought, at that time, that they might be in love with Joe. They hadn't felt so close to anyone ever, so they gave him their name in case something was truly there.

Joe had gone still, his golden eyes blinking owlishly at her (an apt description, his mouth beak-like, his ears pointed and feathery). “Scully—you shouldn't—”

“I don't care,” Cleo had said brusquely. “I'm Cleo. Freely—”

Joe cut her off with a hand to her mouth, head swiveling around to make sure they were alone.

“Don't say that,” he had implored. “Never say that. Freely given can be accepted by anyone, Scully.”

“But there's no cost. You don't owe me anything.”

Joe had just let his hands fall to their shoulders, concern writ in every line of his face. She had always been able to read his emotions so well, no matter what face he wore.

She had loved him, but not like that. She had loved him as her closest friend, her Joe, who had always been there.

Even now, he's here, at their side, at the end.

The traitor that he is.

He had carried them, taking the form of a horse as he so often did, through fields and over streams and into the forest, and Cleo had known the way and had laughed and enjoyed the wind on their face until everything went dark.

They awoke in a labyrinth.

A maze of twisted trees, Joe nowhere to be seen.

She wandered for days. She had so trusted Joe that she had neglected to pay any mind to wherever he took her, and that had clearly been her downfall.

She walked, and walked, and walked, until she was faint with hunger and thirst, until she had collapsed and could barely even crawl.

Days, she thought. It felt like months, but it was probably just days.

Laughter rang from the trees around them, and they covered their ears. This was what she’d always been warned away from as a child—a fairy circle, sometimes a dance, sometimes a maze, always a disappearance.

There was no way back home. There was no way of telling how long it had been out there, if anyone they loved even was still alive.

All she knew was that it had been long enough for her to die, and now—if Joe wouldn’t stop pressing this apple into her face—she will.

She doesn’t want to eat it.

“Please, Cleo,” Joe begs, and they register vaguely that Joe never uses their real name. She had given it, but he never used it.

Not until he was trying to make her do something that would change her forever.

“I . . . I don’t want it,” they say, lacing their voice with every ounce of venom they possess. “You . . . you. . . .”

“I know,” Joe says, and Cleo thinks he might be crying for some reason. There’s a shift, and then their head is in his lap, and Cleo can’t help from melting into him as his fingers gently comb through her hair.

She was nine the first time she practiced braiding on Joe, and he had made it extra long just for her to practice.

He learned how to braid, as well, and she gave up on braiding her own hair and just let him do it whenever the fancy struck him.

His hands are more familiar in their hair than their long-gone mother’s. Isn’t it cruel, to find comfort in his touch now?

“I’m sorry, Cleo, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry it took me so long. But you need to eat something, we need to get you out of here.”

“But—but—”

She turns away as he presses the apple closer. Her stomach jerks with piercing pain again; her breath is stolen from her lungs.

“I know,” Joe says again, his voice soft. “I know. But you have to. I’m sorry, but you have to. Then we can find our way out, okay?”

If they eat that apple, they might never die. They might be bound to Joe forever.

Is that worse than starving to death?

Cleo looks at the apple out of the corner of their eye, glaring at it. “I don’t . . . I don’t like . . . Red Delicious.”

The apple changes in front of them, Joe just twists his hand a little and it’s green, a little bit of condensation dripping down it in the most appetizing way.

“Granny Smith, your favorite,” Joe murmurs, his free hand still caressing their hair. “We can leave afterwards, I promise. But you have to eat.”

Cleo closes her eyes.

A tear slips out.

Then they take a bite.

[queeniesblog]

Desires of The Heart and Body

Pairing: Z x Carmi(Fem Favor!OC)

Word Count: 12.2k

Warnings: Smut

Synopsis:

Thankfully, Z grabbed Carmi's chin and forced her to look directly into his heated eyes. Oh how beautiful they were, she lovingly sighed in silence. Swirls of shimmering gold, crimson as red as rubies and a dash of violet beneath a mess of soft hair hypnotically entranced her, keeping Carmi hanging off of the demon’s every word.

“Do not,” Z growled, glaring down at the dark skinned woman as his tail began to curl around her throat. “Even think about those humans in my presence. Not your pathetic little friends, not your insignificant little ex, and definitely not that sniveling, annoying blue haired idiot.”

Carmi could feel herself trembling, but not from fear. Oh, never from fear. But she wished that it was, for fear would be a far less shameful emotion to have at this moment.

‘Jesus, sweet Jesus,’ Carmi silently prayed to a god she knew would not listen. ‘Please, please, please, do not let this man find out how attractive his voice is. I’ll never hear the end of it.’

Notes: Welcome to the first fanfic I have for planned for the VN Favor! Before the story starts, I would like to give a special shoutout to @concreteparasite for not only creating Z, but also developing this amazing VN that will NOT leave my head. I also would like to give another massive shoutout to zackvalence for absolutely killing this VA role and really bringing Z to life. And finally, I would like to give a big, big shoutout to @winged-self-indulgence for helping me, inspiring me and giving me the courage to actually publish this massive fic. Diya if it wasn't for you I wouldn't have the balls to post this. Please enjoy!

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“...finally I gave up and recommended some simple tips to get better rest: don’t ingest caffeine or alcohol, avoid any tech when getting ready for bed, try lowering the room temperature… You know, things like that.” Carmi’s dark eyes flickered to her drink as she remembered the conversation that took place earlier in the day with her creepy coworker at the movie theater they both worked at. It was already bad enough that Alvin just couldn’t(or wouldn’t at this point) take the hint and give up on his crush on her. A crush that was unreciprocated as Carmi had a boyfriend. A boyfriend who she had told everyone about multiple times. A boyfriend who made her happy. A boyfriend who was…

Listening to her story about her day at this very instant.

“Then I told him if all that didn’t work, then he should just hit up his GP and ask about using some zolpidem or eszopiclone.”

“Hmph.” Z’s face, which was usually a mixture of adorably cute and devilish handsome, had scrunched up in annoyance at the mention of her human co-worker. The demon made no efforts to hide his intense dislike of Alvin. But then again, it didn’t appear to be personal as Z didn’t seem to like anyone in her “friend group”. Maybe that was a red flag. Or, it would be if Carmi didn’t also start to carry an ever growing dislike of her supposed ‘friends’. 

“You should have left him to suffer his fate. That would have been much more entertaining.” Z seemed to perk up at the thought of Alvin having to suffer multiple sleepless nights. Dizzy, disoriented and having to endure splitting headaches every single waking moment. As tempting as it was to ignore Alvin and leave him to suffer, Carmi was worried about him. Not because she cared about her co-worker(quite the opposite really) but more so, concerned that if his mental state deteriorated any further, there was no telling what Alvin could do. As easy as it was to simply wave off Alvin of being incapable of committing horrible actions due to his personality alone, it was better safe than sorry. Carmi would rather deal with a minor annoyance now, than a massive problem later.   

“Hmm.. at least he has good tastes in candies.” Carmi rolled the strawberry bon-bon between her dark fingers. At least helping people sometimes had its perks. Even if Alvin was an annoying, creepy, incel of a stalker, at least he had a general idea of what she liked. “It's one of his few redeeming qualities.”

“Few?” Carmi could already hear Z’s unspoken question of ‘He has ANY redeeming qualities?’

“I mean, as much as I don’t personally like the guy, Alvin isn’t the worst person I’ve had to work with…” Carmi thought long and hard about the many group projects she had to endure in her younger school days. Unfortunately, being the quiet kid with the best grades often meant that her classmates were going to be as useful as a broken candy coated jizz-filled condom.

“He pulls his weight, he doesn’t do things that would get me in trouble, and when I ask him to do something, he does it.” Carmi listed off, oblivious to the demon’s growing ire. “Yeah… he’s not a bad partner at all.”

Carmi swirled the chilled brandy around, as if the sound of the liquid hitting against the glass would help calm her thoughts. Carmi had been in romantic relationships before- first with Jay and then her recent ex, Xander. Feeling sexual desires for another wasn’t new territory for her, hell, even having sex wasn’t. But she had never felt it with such intensity, such ferocity . It was as if the make-out session Carmi had shared with the fiend had unlocked some sort of floodgate. When they were together, it was bad enough, but at least Carmi could distract herself with the endless entertainment that Z provided. He was very good at distracting her from her problems after all.

When they were apart however?

The dark skinned woman knew from the moment that she looked for Z’s adorable dimple whenever he smiled, that she was done for. And unsurprisingly, her hypothesis had been one-hundred percent correct. Whenever the two could not be around each other, it was like utter agony . All she wanted to do was spend time with Z, or talk and text him to see how he was doing when they couldn’t be hanging out. It had even affected her emotionless persona at her job. If there was any time that Carmi didn’t need to use her brain on the job, she would simply sigh and mentally moan about how much better it would be if Z was with her, or she with him. In the back of her head, all Carmi could constantly think about was her boyfriend- his shit eating smile showing off his sharp teeth and split tongue, the smell of whiskey and smoke that curled around his body, his dangerously honey sweet voice, his eyes, his memorizing eyes…

Carmi mentality slapped herself aside the head. She was becoming too clingy. This way of thinking was downright creepy and had gotten to such a bad point that Carmi had bought a black silk choker with an oval shaped pendant. But not just any necklace. No, it was a gorgeous fire stone opal that shimmered beautifully, with the same colors of Z’s eyes. It had cost her a pretty penny too- but when she had first seen it while window shopping on one of her few off days, it was like the dark skinned woman had blacked out. Before Carmi could even register what was going on, the bagged and paid for necklace was already in her hand with the shopkeeper waving her goodbye. She resisted the urge to kick herself as she quickly strode her way back home. Why, why had she done that?! 

Carmi's eyes flickered to the agitated demon as she once again stewed over her thoughts. No, she knew why she had bought the damn necklace. She hated to admit it but… the thought of wearing something that subtly showed just who she belonged to sent a pleasant tingling chill down her spine. God, that was so embarrassing to admit. It was even more embarrassing to admit she was wearing the dang thing! Not that Z had made the connection thankfully. Or… did she want him to notice? A non-verbal symbol of her devotion to him. Would Z like it if they had known just how badly she wanted to be marked by him…?

The small candy felt warm in her hands. Carmi didn’t feel like eating the sweet, nor answering any of the questions she had asked herself. Besides, the woman could see how annoyed her companion had gotten at the mention of her coworker. 

“Uhhh, I don’t really want to eat any sweets right now.” Carmi placed the candy on the table in front of the fiend. She didn’t want to risk touching him, as any physical contact might have emboldened her to ask Z if he wanted to grope her ass or chest. “You can have it if you want-” 

Z swiftly flicked the candy across the table and onto the floor. Or rather, attempted as Carmi quickly intervened, blocking the action with her hand. The strawberry bon-bon rolled pitifully onto the floor.

“Z… why would you do that?”

“It had a bug on it.” Z lied. Carmi sighed and narrowed her eyes at the demon as she pointed a finger at him.

“Listen Z. I don’t know what type of demonic mumbo jumbo you have going on where literally no one reacts to our presence,” Carmi started to lower herself to receive the abandoned candy. “But I was raised to always clean up after myself when I went out to eat. It is never okay to leave a mess!”

“Really now?” Carmi couldn’t see all of Z’s face, but she could practically hear his eyebrow raising. She thought about what she said a bit more as she hummed thoughtfully.

“Hmmm… not really, no. They were pretty abusive to the waiter staff now that I think about it.” Carmi rested her chin on the table. “Not the point though. I always clean up any mess that I make.” 

“Awww, look at you being such a good girl Carmi.” Z cooed as if she was an adorable pet. A tiny shiver nearly ran through her body but she suppressed the sensation. She was getting quite good about doing that around Z now. 

‘Yeah, I’ll be your good girl any day of the week.’ Carmi thought to herself. 

“Haha, yeah! Right back at you, your highness!” Carmi nervously laughed as the woman practically dove underneath the table to hide the blood rushing to her face.

‘Right back at you? RIGHT BACK FUCKING AT YOU?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!’ The urge to slam her head on the wall in frustration was immense. ‘WHY THE FUCK DID I SAY THAT?!’

She wanted Z so, so incredibly badly that at this point, it was making her look fucking stupid. And even though it caused her spikes of shame to run rampant throughout Carmi’s body, it did nothing to rein in the borderline animalistic urges she felt towards the demon. The thoughts about Z couldn’t be stopped at this point.

But… would she want them to stop?

True, it had become difficult for Carmi to rein in her lustful urges. It was if every time she managed to squander one depraved thought about the demon, two more would pop up. They would whisper temptations in her mind, recounting and speculating the possibilities of what could happen if she managed to fuck Z. Each time left Carmi with goosebumps on her dark skin and her feeling like a depraved, dripping mess. But, wasn’t it natural to feel sexual attraction to a romantic partner? Maybe not to this particular degree, but many people had started relationships based on lust and lust alone(they weren’t necessarily good relationships, but that wasn’t the point).   

It wasn’t that she didn’t like being in a relationship with him either. It was in fact, the very opposite. Z had been a breath of fresh air in the piss-filled diarrhea shitstorm that was Carmi’s life. A reprise from all of the worries and fears that plagued her mind. Was it sad to admit that Z had treated her better than anyone else in all of her years alive? Probably, but it wasn't like she had anyone else to tell. The demon was interesting, charming and… surprisingly sweet. He had the ability to distract her from problems she couldn’t immediately fix, or make her laugh so hard that she struggled to breathe. And even when he couldn’t help her with her problems or cheer her up with a joke… Z would just… be there for her. Listen to her worries and offer comfort. They couldn’t fix everything that was wrong in her life, nor did Carmi expect him to. It was the simple fact that he stayed, and supported her that mattered the most. It had felt so foreign and yet so good to know that no matter what, Z had her back, and that she didn’t have to be alone anymore. 

It also didn’t help her that Z was extremely easy on the eyes. Carmi hadn’t even noticed her growing attraction to Z until it was too late. When she had first laid eyes upon him, Z looked… fine. His horns, tail and sharp teeth were such an oddity that it caused her to take a second glance but aside from that, there was nothing particularly notable about him. It was only when Carmi started to grow ever fonder of her demon that she began to take notice of certain features he had. How his brownish black hair curled around his face and horns. Was it always so soft looking? The way that his tail would slow down once the demon was deep in thought was downright adorable. She even took note of how Z even had a cute little dimple on the right side of his face that would appear once he smirked. It was easy to miss, but it was there. Carmi would know considering she stared at it in awe every time it showed. Sometimes, they even gave her cuteness aggression so intense that she just wanted to squeeze him(with both her arms and legs) for the rest of her days. 

In other words, he was stupidly gorgeous.

So why couldn’t she bring herself to finally bang him?

Who was she kidding? Carmi was a terrible flirt and was just as responsible for the lack of intimacy in the relationship as Z. She wanted to, but everytime the opportunity came up, she would just freeze and then laugh it off. And the few times she was bold enough to tease the demon, the courage would disappear faster than her biological parents did once Z retaliated. Why was she like this? She liked Z, she really, really liked him and… Carmi didn’t want to fuck it up somehow.

Suddenly, the idea of hiding underneath the table for the rest of eternity was starting to look very appealing. What if he didn’t like how she looked naked? What if she sounded or said something weird? What if she didn’t pleasure him well enough? So many doubts and worries filled her head that when there was a chance to make a move on him, she restrained herself. But Carmi had needs and was getting desperate at this point. The woman had half a mind to just flash him her fat tits and hoped that it somehow worked out for the both of them.

‘Why won’t you claim me for your own?’ Carmi wanted to ask him. Thinking about Z like that was wrong. But she couldn't help it, and the urges were growing more and more.‘Reach out and take me for yourself? I've dreamed of it. Every single night I have dreamed.’

As her eyes scanned for the discarded candy, Carmi’s thoughts began to wander towards Z once again. She really couldn’t help it. 

Even her own body had become obsessed with him. 

“Fuck…!”

Carmi’s body shuttered and squirmed from the pleasure given to her by her vibrating dildo. Laying on her back, she had one hand on her large chest to play with her tits, twisting and pinching them until they were sensitive. Carmi let out a little whimper as she worked her toy deeper inside with a quiet squelch. What she really wanted to feel was Z sliding two of his fingers deep inside, jackhammering her abused hole. Wanted him to rip off her lacy panties and cram his fat cock inside her, use her like a fleshlight while he moaned about how good she felt. As Carmi got closer and closer to her climax, her brain provided her with new scenarios about Z and she thrusted the toy in deeper.

…Her shoulders on the blanketed floor and her holes pointed up, legs bent as Z furiously pounded into her practically limp body. The position would make Carmi feel vulnerable, exposed and she would love every second of it. Z felt so big and hot that it would feel like her body was melting from the numerous creampies her lover had already so graciously provided her. 

Carmi would then tense up as she reached her own orgasm, the action making the overflowing cum in her twitching hole be pushed out. More and more large pearly droplets would drooled down to hit her bunched-up hem and splashed onto her panting chest with each thrust…

…Or maybe she should ‘conveniently’ forget her panties and spread her legs wide while she wore a shorter dress? That would have to get Z’s attention. Besides, Carmi would love to see the look on his face when  the little fiend had an unrestricted view of her leaking entrance, relaxed and flushed with arousal at their next meetup. The alcohol provided by the bar and the thrill of the exhibition would provide her with all the courage she would need. What would Z do when they noticed? Would he fuck her right there and then on the table…?

No, she should keep the underwear. After all, the idea of Z masturbating while pointing his cock at her crotch so he could cum inside her underwear would get her so hot and bothered. She’d lift up the hem of her dress and hold them between her teeth to better expose her cunt and breasts, just for him. Carmi would love to see Z furiously stroking his cock to the sight of her exposed pussy, flushed and panting like he was a dog in heat. But the feeling of the lashings of pearly cum on her bare mound would feel so much better. Yes… Carmi would love to have something she could feel on her lips all day. Especially if it was from Z…

…Large and heated hands would slip through the spaces between Carmi's arms and firmly gripped her heavy chest at home. A hot mouth settling in the gentle slope between the back of her neck and her shoulder, beginning to leave a trail of kisses and nips in their wake. Carmi would moan and reached back to grasp the demon’s body and horns for support. She’d bet that she would be able to feel his erect cock sliding between her thighs, and grinding himself between her dripping sex as his tail curled around her waist. 

Fuck, she would give anything to have Z swipe his harden shaft through her lips and bump the bottom of her clit, pace growing in intensity as they both reached their peaks. She would flex her thighs around his dick as they both came. Z would be able to feel her tremble with an orgasm of her own, her pussy spasming on top of his cock and she wanted to feel Z slamming his hips against her ass a final time as he spurted rope after rope of hot cum onto her waiting hands in turn. After all, she couldn’t allow a single drop of Z’s load be wasted…

…The two locked in a passionate embrace, Carmi on her back, ankles locked around the demon’s hips, while Z was mounting her, thrusting deeply and drinking Carmi’s ecstatic noises with a deep kiss. He’d hold her in his arms and moan lovingly in her ear about how she was made for him, nobody could take her from him and how they were meant to be-   

Carmi rode out her climax with a wail of pleasure, imagining it was Z who was bringing her to completion instead of some large silicone toy. After regaining control over her labored breaths, the heated pleasure that she felt turned into an icy bath of shame that washed over Carmi. What did she just do?  She had just felt so lustful and pent up in the moment that she… 

The reality of what had occurred set in and she felt something well up in her flushed body. Not shame, but frustration. Even though Carmi had orgasmed, it brought her little relief from the burning well of desire within her. It didn’t seem to matter if she fucked a plethora of people or pleasured herself with the newest sex toys, the end result would be the same. The feeling of being unfulfilled as all she could think about was Z.

Z, giggly and ecstatic as her dog licked his cheek. Z, warm and relaxed under the soft light of the bar. Z, annoyed and adorable as he lost their numbers game. Carmi wanted to love Z, be loved by Z, make love with Z, Z, Z, Z -

The glint of a shiny candy wrapper caught Carmi’s gaze, pulling her away from the depths of her memories. Great. Now she was kind of horny. Again . Back to square one. Crawling towards the strawberry bon-bon as it(ironically) laid near Z’s boots, Carmi slipped it into her jacket pocket. She’d make sure to throw it away when she’d return home. Or maybe she should find a trash bin here…? Carmi really didn’t want her dog to go looking for a forbidden treat that came with a trip to the vet. Knowing him, he wouldn’t even need to smell it. He'd just assume the young woman had something on her and start searching. Carmi blamed Z for that.

‘Okay, now I just need to… to…’ Carmi’s thoughts trailed off as she realized what position she was in. She was nearly touching the demon’s knees and past his thighs was his…

‘NO!’ Carmi mentally yelled at her brain. She wanted to force it back on track and never mention this day again. ‘ Stop it! We can’t be weird!’

But it was too late as her head had heard the name ‘Z’ and lost all ability to reason with logic. Carmi couldn’t get a good sight on his bulge from where she was, but it looked like it was on the larger size. What did he sound like when he was being pleasured? Carmi already found Z’s voice to be lovely, but she knew it would sound even better if he was whimpering from overstimulation. Was his cum more watery or was it thick and creamy? Oh, she hoped he cummed buckets. Carmi would be willing to bet money that Z giving her a nice and deep creampie would feel utterly amazing . Orgasming was the best part certainly, but Carmi liked to enjoy the tension and journey of reaching her high. Would the fiend be a selfish lover? She couldn’t imagine it, considering Z had been surprisingly so attentive to her needs. The hot, weighted feeling of her lust for Z sunk down the bottom of her stomach as she squeezed her aching thighs. For a single second, Carmi even wondered how he tasted …

Suddenly, as quick as a viper, Z’s tail wrapped itself around Carmi’s dry throat, pulling her closer to him. Despite its slim appearance, the thing was just as strong as any other part of his body, and it didn’t stop until her head was practically on one of Z’s thighs. He was already man spreading, so Carmi tried really hard not to think about the position she was in. 

Key word “tried.”

‘DO NOT LOOK AT HIS DICK PRINT CARMI.’ She was practically screaming in her head at this point, begging her brain to listen to her just this one time. ‘FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DO NOT FUCKING LOOK AT IT. HE WILL NEVER LET US LIVE IT DOWN IF WE GET CAUGHT STARING.’   

Thankfully, Z grabbed Carmi's chin and forced her to look directly into his heated eyes. Oh how beautiful they were, she lovingly sighed in silence. Swirls of shimmering gold, crimson as red as rubies and a dash of violet beneath a mess of soft hair hypnotically entranced her, keeping Carmi hanging off of the demon’s every word.

“Do not,” Z growled, glaring down at the dark skinned woman as his tail began to curl around her throat. “Even think about those humans in my presence. Not your pathetic little friends, not your insignificant little ex, and definitely not that sniveling, annoying blue haired idiot.”    

Carmi could feel herself trembling, but not from fear. Oh, never from fear. But she wished that it was, for fear would be a far less shameful emotion to have at this moment.

‘Jesus, sweet Jesus,’ Carmi silently prayed to a god she knew would not listen. ‘Please, please, please, do not let this man find out how attractive his voice is. I’ll never hear the end of it.’

Carmi was so entranced by his voice, that it took her a second to register what Z had said. Instantly, whatever spell over her had broken and her jaw nearly dropped to the floor in shock.

“I’m not, and I’m borderline offended that you think that I would be thinking about that creep!” Carmi scoffed. She also wanted to roll her eyes, but she squashed the urge down. Honestly, she was more confused than anything. What on earth would Z have gotten the idea that the one she was thinking about was Alvin?

“Demon, remember?” Z tapped their horns, silver rings shining brightly. Carmi frowned, looking up at them, confusion swirling in her head. Why was Z bringing that up now? It wasn’t like it was hard to forget that he was a fiend from the literal pits of hell. What did that have to do with situation at all-

Oh. Oh.

Carmi felt heat flushing to her face for the second time that night. Z could have probably sensed how… excited she was getting underneath the table, which was extremely embarrassing. But that still didn’t answer the question of why Z mentioned her co-worker specifically . Was it something Carmi had said? She had mentioned a few things she thought were good about him, sure, but every other single time the guy was brought up, her distaste for him was clear as day. That was even if Carmi brought up Alvin at all, which she rarely ever did.     

“Z, Alvin is not the cause of this!” Carmi hissed. She could feel the blood rushing to her face as she tried to stutter out a response. “I-it’s…”

“Hmmm?” 

Her face was practically on fire at this point. Why wouldn’t she just spit out the truth? Carmi thought about it, confessing about… everything she had been feeling. The insides of Carmi’s guts churned as if they were the deep, oily waters of a terrifying storm. She did want him in that way, lord knows she couldn’t stop thinking about it. So why hadn’t she? Z was kind, he was funny, he was sweet… they were practically the perfect boyfriend, even if they loved to ramble on about arson. His many odd quirks just made him all the more charming. Carmi felt her heart let out an affectionate squeeze. She loved him. And insecurities be damned, she was going to show it.

In an instant, Carmi made up her mind. She was finally going to fuck Z.

Trying to calm herself before she fell into an anxiety fueled breakdown, Carmi looked straight at Z.  

Z stared at her.

She stared at Z.

The flat spade shaped tail began to lightly slap Carmi on the forehead and nose. 

“Hey-wait! Z, cut it ou- will you stop?!?” She spat out, her eyes closed as Z promptly ignored what she said. Without thinking, Carmi snapped her teeth forward and caught Z’s spade shaped tail in between her fangs. Immediately, Z let out a rough, pitchy gasp that ended in a grunt from the back of the throat, as if he was fighting the urge to moan fully. 

Carmi nearly dropped the tail in pure shock. The gravity of the situation dawned on the heavyset woman and a mixture of fear and arousal combining themselves as one, twisting and squirming as it resided in her stomach. Did she really just put his tail in her mouth? Z had told her(albeit it was under his breath) she could if she wanted to, and god she did. The idea of finally being able to see Z in such a state again only made her heart pound faster. 

“Aww, Dove . Do you need me to fill up your mouth that badly?” Z cooed, a beautiful red blush spreading upon his face. She was amazed that such a tiny action had such a profound effect on him. “If you’re truly that desperate, I can make sure that you put that sweet little tongue to good use.” 

“Yeah, I am.” Carmi bluntly replied. “Can I suck you off Z?”

It was Z’s turn to look dumbfounded once he realized that the woman was serious, clearly not expecting his teasing to work this time. It didn’t stop him from excitedly nodding his head though. Oh fuck, if a simple touch was enough to have her fighting the urge to ask the demon to feel her up with his large, warm hands, then seeing Z leap at the chance for a BJ nearly had her naked on the table with her legs spread from the entrance of the bar to the fire exit. Carmi had to fuck him. Right now.

The stem was nearly as thick as a finger, smooth like rubber, and pleasant against her tongue. Taking the feeling of Z’s hand cradling her head as a more intimate invitation to continue, Carmi lapped the tip in between her teeth. It pressed against her lips and the woman lovingly gave a very light kiss before allowing her lips to part, her tongue dragging it into her maw. Again, Z huffed out a long groan. Her mind spun into a daze. Slowly, gently, Carmi dragged the demon’s tail deeper into her hot mouth. She rubbed it against the roof of her mouth as she could feel it pulsating with Z’s quickening heartbeat. 

Flicking and lapping circles around the piece of flesh, Carmi made a show of sucking on it. The more the woman lavished the fiend’s tail with attention from her tongue, the more Z would let out delicious sounds that started to drive her insane as he thrusted his tail deeper until it hit the back of her throat. Hearing their breathy moans, no doubt enjoying the affection she was giving him, had caused Carmi to become bold enough to feel up his cock. 

Instantly, the woman could feel him harden underneath her touch, could see the swell of his cock straining against the fabric of his pants from her presence. Hot excitement flooded her stomach and she could feel drool pool into her mouth. Swallowing thickly, Carmi’s dark hand quickly unbuttoned his black jeans and once again she felt him stir beneath her touch. Feeling bolder by the second, Carmi’s mouth leaned forward to Z’s pants and slowly, carefully, began to unzip his pants with her mouth.

Finally, Z’s cock sprung free as he was already half-hard, nearly hitting her in the face. A circumcised penis that was much like his fingers, long, thick, and turned black with a red crown. Dribbling precum in her soft hands, Carmi noted that it curved up slightly, in a way that was designed to attack that sensitive spot.

Carmi also noted that it was stupidly fucking massive.

‘What the FUCK?’ Why the hell is he so damn BIG?!’ Carmi asked herself, an incredulous tone weaving itself in her internal dialogue. It wasn’t just the length, but the thickness of it too. Though she felt a spike of panic bolt through her body, Carmi’s outward expression did not visibly change. Could she really take Z’s cock…? Carmi thought back to the many, many toys of differing sizes and shapes hidden in her apartment. If she was horny enough with some good prepping… eh. She probably could. But in the mouth was a different ball game entirely. It wasn’t as if Carmi had been practicing how to take a massive cock down her throat just in case she had the opportunity to suck Z off.

Well.

Maybe she had… but that wasn’t the point! Blowing a dildo was much different than giving one to a person made of flesh and blood. How the fuck was she going to fit this thing in her mouth? She really wanted him to feel good too… Maybe if she had a few more weeks of training her throat underneath her belt, Carmi would be less hesitant.

‘Well… I’ve got to see this through. I’m not backing down now.’ Carmi thought to herself.  She was NOT going to go another day without dick. ‘I wanted to fuck Z, so I’m gonna fuck Z.’

Using just one hand and a whole bunch of lust filled courage, Carmi started to stroke him and palmed the demon’s cock as pre-cum dripped out, running in sticky ribbons alongside the veins of his shaft. Her cameo patterned off-shoulder dress had exposed her large chest, and the bottom of it had begun to ride up her thighs, revealing her wet panties. Even though the thought of Z shooting a nice and large load of hot cum onto her heated flesh made her hornier than she’d like to admit, Carmi did mean what she had said earlier. 

She always cleaned up any mess that she made.

Carmi slowly let her half-lidded eyes fall shut as she parted her plump lips so that she could kiss the head of Z’s hardening cock. 

Hearing the demon take a sharp intake of breath, she began to lovingly pepper small kisses all around the tip. Her steady wanting had quickly evolved into a lustful ache. Carmi wanted to take his hardened shaft in her mouth and feel him slide down her throat. How would it feel to have Z make her jaw ache and her dark eyes water? To feel the shake of his thighs, to hear his moans when he filled her mouth? The heavyset woman was very eager to find out. 

Once Carmi was sure that she had smooched every single bit of the fiend that she could see, she opened her mouth a little wider and sucked on his leaking tip. Rubbing her tongue across his sensitive head, Carmi could hear a stuttering gasp once again catch in Z’s throat. Her tongue licked a hot stripe over their slit as her dark hands began to pump his cock.  

“Thaaaat’s it Dove.” Z rasped out. The larger woman could feel the hand cradling her head tense tightly, sharp nails touching her scalp. “Go on, open up your throat for me.”

Resuming her task with renewed vigor, the eager woman began to run her hot tongue all over his throbbing shaft, licking and slurping at his cock. Then she began to sweep with long moist strokes as she sped up her hands. Lavishing his dick with eager attention, the more effort Carmi put into her blowjob, the hungrier she became. While she was excited for the demon to shoot cum in her mouth, Carmi was in no real hurry as she was pleasantly enjoying the experience of sucking Z off underneath the table.

“Aww, look at you go.” Z practically cooed through the breathless groans of pleasure. ”Such a good human. My good human.”

The excitement from having Z praise her had her body shivering from the anticipation, and her mouth felt just as hot as her clit. She focused on the heat of his stomach, the faint taste of his skin. The scent of smoke and whiskey to spur her on. Pressing her lips against the hairy base of his shaft, the woman could feel his cock oozing precum all the way down her hungry throat and Carmi moaned, the vibrations of her muffled cries had Z becoming louder, groaning in pleasure. His warm hands reached out to her face and stroked it tenderly, lovingly , as Carmi looked up at him, tears welling up from her dark eyes.

“Fuck…! Your mouth feels so damn good sweetheart.” Z was practically panting at this point. “You’re trying so hard to get me all the way down…”

At this point, Z had taken a more… active role. Grabbing her head to guide her mouth on his cock, Carmi simply followed the demon’s lead, licking and sucking as they tangled their claws in her muti-colored hair. Slowly and steadily, Z began to guide her head up and down until he was gently face fucking her, using Carmi’s mouth as nothing more than a glorified fleshlight.

And something about that turned her the hell on.

Carmi wanted Z to use her to reach his own orgasm. She wanted him to throw his head back and shamelessly moan as he emptied himself in her mouth. But most of all, Carmi wanted Z to stroke her face in the same loving manner he had done so before, all while staring down at her with the loveliest pair of heated eyes she had ever seen.     

Carmi shuttered, waves of pure lust raced through her heated body as Z began to speed up his pace. His thrusting became more erratic and wild, body tensing up and the woman trembled in anticipation as much as the demon did. Z’s release was rapidly approaching and she couldn’t wait to finally taste him. Following his lead, Carmi began to pump and suck to match his tempo, her soft lips were slick with his pre-cum, making it easy for her to glide them up and down his shaft.

Z suddenly let out a choked curse as ropes of hot cum hit the back of her throat, Carmi stiffened and pushed down the urge to gag. As her lover continued to thrust his dick into her mouth, Carmi kept sucking voraciously as she gulped down everything their body provided. There was so much more than the woman expected, almost too much. But when the spurting seemed to slowly die down, Carmi practically nursed on the demon’s cock, milking out every last drop of their cum as used her hands to stroke his shaft.

She pulled her mouth away and his black and red cockhead bobbed up and down before her face. Carmi licked her lips and opened her mouth. She wanted to show him how she had drunk every single drop. 

“Did I do a good job?” Carmi asked with a slur in her voice, drunk on the taste of him. Of Z.

The demon was practically caressing her face. She leaned into his loving touch as Z pulled her up. Carmi had become entranced by the way their bodies moved so smoothly in sync. Placing one knee on each side of his legs, the woman slid on top of Z and sat herself snuggly onto his lap, right where she belonged. Through dark, half-lidded eyes, Carmi spread her thighs to encourage Z to have access. Her body was filled with both shame and arousal, and eager for more of his touch.

But Z had never felt shameful and wasn’t going to now, especially with how his human was practically moaning in his lap. Z grabbed her ass and guided Carmi flush against them, her chest to their and her legs parted just enough to straddle their hips. Pulling her in close, their slick tongues slid against each other, hot and insistent, before disappearing into the other’s mouth in a heated french kiss. Z bucked upward against her covered entrance, grinding their throbbing cock against the spot that was dripping wet.  

Carmi moaned into the kiss as she felt a rippling thrill run down through her belly and swirled in waves in her crotch. She could feel her engorged clit. The woman pitifully writhed her body in sync with Z’s, their hips moving against each other, allowing her to relish in the delicious friction. The persistent wet sounds of lips and tongues had left her pussy throbbing with desire and brain a scrambled mess. But she wanted more, no, she needed more.

“Z, I need you… Please?” Carmi tried to whimper as softly as she could. Squeezing Z’s hand before she intertwined with her own(or tried to anyway. She loved how small she felt when her body was near his), Carmi guided it between her breasts where the demon could feel her pulsating heart, slid it down below her quivering belly, and didn’t stop until his hot, black tipped hand was cupping her already dripping slit.

“After all this, of course you're soaked.” Z retorted. The demon didn't hesitate for a second as he pressed two fingers against Carmi’s swollen clit. “Nothing gets you off like being my personal little cum dump, hmmm?”

A jolt of pleasure shot through her body as the demon rubbed her heated mound with their fingers and restless movements, bringing forth a delicious, pulsing warmth into existence. Her body felt empty, as if she wanted something to plunge deep inside her core. As if the demon could read her mind, Carmi could feel Z’s hot fingers sliding down from her clit to the entrance of her hole, rubbing and teasing it before sinking two thin but long fingers in. Her juices were so plentiful that Z’s fingers slid in with ease. The palm of his hand slammed against her pussy, with juices dripping down onto his palm with each thrust.

Soft, pliant, and imbued with a sense of lust and desperation, the two kissed the other over and over with growing wetness and force. Breaking one of their heated kiss left Carmi whining at the loss of contact. Z kept one large and heated hand on her thick waist with the other fingerbanging her. The demon, forward as ever, left an open mouthed kiss to her collarbone and began to suck, most likely intending to leave a bruise. Carmi let out another breathy sigh.

“Z… Can we go back to your place…?” Carmi whispered in his ear, praying that she wouldn’t have to have their first time together on a bar table. Not because she was embarrassed, but more so the thing looked uncomfortable to get fucked on. “I don’t want anyone else to see me like this except you.” She trailed her lips on the edge of his helix before biting it for good measure.

Z muttered a “c’mere” underneath their breath as they grabbed her thighs and picked her up like she weighed nothing, holding her in a way that kept her legs spread wide. Despite not wanting to have a full-blown fucking session in the bar, Carmi couldn’t help herself and squeezed her legs, grinding her clit onto him. She could hear Z grunt in her ear. And for a single moment Carmi felt like she was completely weightless, clinging tightly onto her boyfriend for support as there was an inky blackness that surrounded them- 

The pair of lovers landed softly onto Z’s bed.

There was unmistakable lust in every movement, every flinch, every twitch to their bodies. She moaned and pressed into him more. No matter how close the demon was, would it ever be enough? Carmi wanted to not only hold Z, but to have him bind himself to her soul. The woman wanted to have them intertwine themselves so intensely that they could not ever part, not without losing something integral.

When it was clear he was going to kiss her once more, Carmi didn’t resist. Kissing him back just as passionately, Carmi could barely remember the two throwing their clothes off. Every time they broke apart so Carmi could intake air, another piece of clothing would haphazardly be thrown to the side. She did spot the demon pocketing her thoroughly soaked panties which drove her wild. She’d have to remember to see which ones Z liked the best.

It didn’t take long for the lovers to be completely naked. A tantalizing combination of excitement and arousal pumped through her body. It was really happening, was she really about to have sex with her boyfriend? Carmi didn’t know and for once in her life, she didn’t care either. All Z had to do was lovingly stroke her face and whisper her name with that honey sweet voice of his, and she would fold in an instant. Carmi wanted to feel him, to taste him. To experience the dizzying rollercoaster that was Z with all of his ups and downs.

Carmi’s world shrank to just Z’s embrace as once again, their lips found each other, soft, pliant, and imbued with a sense of lust and desperation. Z eagerly ran his tongue over Carmi’s mouth and vice versa as the two lovers melted into a puddle of needy lust. Moving purely on instinct, Carmi allowed the demon to wrap his warm arms around her soft body and guide her down into the mattress, deepening the kiss while his hand roamed down her arching back. She hooked her thick legs around his hips and locked her ankles, pushing and grinding her crotch against his. He was already rock hard. Carmi could feel it.

‘More.’ Carmi wanted to beg him, her own mind clouded by a sexual fog. Months of pent-up lust had caught flame and was now threatening to boil over. ‘Give me more…!’

But Carmi couldn’t talk. Z was tasting her tongue, licking her lips, and drinking in all of the tiny sounds of pleasure she mewled out. Carmi’s long, black nails dug into his muscular shoulders, threatening to draw blood. They were in their own world and Carmi never wanted to leave it.

Z began to move from her plump lips to her exposed neck, alternating between kisses and nips all the way down until he reached her breasts. He rolled his tongue around them, teasing and sucking the tip of her nipples. They hardened inside his mouth and Z pinched the other one with his finger as Carmi cried out his name again in excitement. Sinking lower, the demon left a trail of kisses and sharp nips down her stomach until he left one directly above her smoldering mound. As Z parted her pillowy thighs, they lowered their head and hungrily gazed down at her leaking slit. Carmi could feel the air as it was sucked in by Z.

Was he… was he smelling her?

He groaned and kept his nose buried against her soaping entrance for a few more moments before he apparently found what he was looking for. Pulling at her dripping folds, the demon spread her pussy wide open with his black tipped fingers, revealing the vulnerable flesh of her throbbing clit. Carmi was amazed at how soft the demon’s lips were as she received a tender kiss to her overheated flesh and then a rough lick with the flat of his tongue that had left her whining for more. 

She was starting to really squirm at this point. Trying her best to keep her eyes on the demon feasting between her legs, Carmi involuntarily throwed her head back in pure, cardinal bliss with a full-throated moan when Z gave her throbbing bud a nice, rough lick. Just like Carmi had suspected, Z felt much better than most of the toys she owned. If this was how good sex felt when they were just using his tongue, Carmi couldn’t wait for the main course.

“S-Shit…! Oh God, Z, your tongue …” She panted out.

Carmi thighs clamped around his head as Z continued their assault.

She grinded herself against his face, shamelessly thrusting into his hot mouth. Z switched between giving Carmi fast attention to her engorged bud, and then slowly fucking her with his dexterous tongue in her clenching hole. The demon fervently drunk up any juices Carmi’s body provided, greedily slurping up every single drop like it was the most exquisite thing he had ever tasted. The sounds were lewd and filthy, and did nothing but bring her closer to the edge.

‘Fuck.’ Carmi cursed at Z in her head. The fiend’s oral was making her release noises that no one had made her cry out before. ‘Stupid demon, with his stupid good-looks and his stupidly long tongue-’

“Ahhha-AH!” Carmi’s body curled at the sudden onslaught of pleasure. It seemed that Z’s tongue had found that oh-so-sensitive spot that resided deep within her cunt. She wrapped one hand around one of his red tipped horns and fisted a handful of the demon’s soft locks with the other, as if to gain a sense of control she knew she didn’t have. As she clung onto his horns with her fingers roughly tangled in his wild locks, her hips began to pump. The young woman was quivering and drenching her lover’s maw, grinding her crotch against Z’s hot mouth. 

“Z-Z ! Sl-Ah, AH! Slow down! PLEASE!” Carmi finally managed to let out a high-pitched panting wheeze, but Z made no move to listen to her request. In fact, the demon began to eat her out even faster, devouring her with a vigor unmatched from any of her previous lovers. The woman began to wither and buck to escape the unrelenting pleasure but Z firmly held her in place no matter how hard she tried to escape his grasp. He held on to her hips as she bucked against him, back arching uncontrollably. She continued to let out a mixture of whimpers, moans and pleads that ended in tear-streaked crying as Carmi struggled to keep her head raised enough to watch Z practically make out with her sopping wet mound. Carmi could feel his hot, forked tongue abusing her g-spot, thrusting his tongue in and out of his tight slit, making her clench and tremble in Z’s mouth. She could feel her orgasm approaching closer and closer until the demon suddenly stopped the oral assault on her body.

“Hu-wha..?”  

“You want to tell me who was the one who had you so flustered, Dove?” Z asked with a smirk, but there was no mirth within his eyes. Carmi nearly hit the roof. Was he really asking this now? Couldn’t he have at least finished eating his plate before giving her a random interrogation? 

“I already told you Z, I-I wasn’t thinking about anyone!” Carmi tried to protest, attempting to close her legs. Z forced her dark thighs apart with ease, as they were much stronger than a human could ever hope to be. Carmi hated to admit to herself how hot it was that he could manhandle her like that.

“It’s no use lying to me Dove.” He replied in a singsong voice. Carmi did NOT feel like explaining how Z’s voice nearly made her bust a nut in the bar. The fiend already had so much power over her, they didn't need anymore ammo to bully her with. Besides, what if he found it more creepy than flattering?

“I-I wasn’t thinking about anyone you s-should worry a-about..!” It was technically the truth. But Carmi could see that her vague answer did nothing to placate her lover.

“Fine Dove. If it’s a game you want, it’s a game you’ll get.” Z said, their smirk turned into a downright sadistic grin, their smile showing off his dangerously sharp teeth. Carmi didn’t think she liked where this was going. “Let’s see how long you can last until you’re begging me to let you cum.”  

And he was true to his word. Twice more did Z bring her close to the edge, and twice more did Z deny Carmi release. By the end of his third denial, Carmi had been reduced to a teary, sweaty mess. This was no longer a dream. This was a nightmare.

“Do you want to be a good girl and give me an answer?” Z smugly asked like the little fucking shit he was. This was the guy who had a claim of her mind, body and soul?

“Not. Happening.” Carmi gritted out through clenched teeth.  

Seemingly deciding to change tactics, Z began to push Carmi’s legs closer to her chest, bending her in-half until she felt like a pretzel. 

“I could devour you whole,” Z says gently, and Carmi could feel the heat of his words sinking into her bending body. “And I'd make it so good for you. Won't you let me, sweetheart? You just need to tell me the truth.”

Carmi cursed underneath her breath as she shook her head, hips involuntarily jerking into his touch. Fuck, should she just tell them? She wanted to, but the fear of rejection wrapped their hands around her throat and slicened her. It’d be fine right? Z had to give in at some point.

His fat tip drooled pre-cum and he took it one hand to slap it against Carmi’s already sensitive mound. She flinched at the feeling. The fiend nudged his cock against her throbbing clit once, twice, gathering her leaking juices before dragging it down to the very spot where he could have sunken himself into her warmth.

“Fuck, you're so wet.” Z groaned as they lined themselves up against her entrance. Carmi could feel him using the head of his shaft to part her labia. “When I rub the head of my cock along your slit, it's completely drenched. I bet I could just slide it right in-”

Carmi could feel the stretch, she could feel every throb, every vein, all his thickness filling her. Even her cunt started to squeeze his cock’s head like it was made for this and this alone. But before Z could penetrate her too deep, give her something that she could clench down on, Z would pull himself out.

“Why did you pull out?” Carmi breathlessly whined. “You felt so good …” Even though Z’s hardened cock was resting on her throbbing mound, She could swear she felt it twitch as a response to the question. The heat of their combined lust made her head spin. Holy shit, she was so sensitive that Carmi couldn’t tell if she was going to pass out or cum so hard that she would see heaven. She was leaning towards the former. Z must have sensed that, as he delivered a sharp bite to the back of her leg, determined to keep his human’s attention on them. The nip wasn’t necessarily painful. No, all it did was bring forth a different type of feeling within her body. 

Z wasn’t far enough inside to be able to properly fuck Carmi yet, he’d start to move his hips, giving shallow thrusts as he pulled out slightly and sank himself right back in. The demon was only using his thick cockhead to stimulate her for now, giving her a taste of what she could have if Carmi gave into their demands. And much like receiving a sip of water while abandoned in a desert, the feeling had only been a brief moment of pleasure that, once passed, only left the woman craving more for more. However, with the combination of the fiend’s wandering hands, Carmi was sure that this was the closest she’d been to Hell. Z’s hands, large enough to greedily grab at her breast, pinching and twisting them. The woman wanted to break down in tears, everything felt simultaneously too much and not enough. Z gave her pleasure but never enough to satisfy her, to give her release from the torture of being denied another toe-curling orgasm. Z continued their teasing assault for what felt like hours , until Carmi finally cried out in defeat. 

“It was you!” 

Immediately, the woman could feel Z’s hands freeze up. She could feel the blood rushing to her face as Carmi  tried to remember how to use her mouth and hurriedly spit out an explanation. 

“It’s just that your voice sounds so nice and sometimes when I hear it, I start to think about you saying certain things and I know it’s weird, but sometimes you sound territorial and it, you, sound so good and I…” Her voice got smaller and smaller with each word when she realized what she had confessed to the demon who’s cock was still inside her. “I really… like… hearing it…”

Silence. That was all Carmi heard.

Instantly, she felt a freezing pit drop into her stomach. Holy hell, she fucked up. Oh, she fucked up bad. Why did she say that? Shit. Shit. Shit . Oh, this was it. Z was gonna call her a creepy weirdo, they would never talk to her again and she be left alone-

“You… like my voice…?” Z asked incredulously.

Carmi hesitantly removed her dark hands from her face, peaking at them to see the fiend with his jaw dropped. Z had looked completely gob smacked, as if he would have never in a million years guessed that it was his voice that got her hot and heavy back in the bar. Carmi nodded. 

“Yeah… But that’s not it. Every single time you flirt, or when you show that I can trust you , or e-even when you smile…” Carmi practically murmured. This felt too intense, too intimate , confessing her feelings like this. “Every single part of you drives me insane, Z. Is that really so hard to believe…?” 

“I could feel you getting anxious every time I tried to initiate things, so I assumed that you were too scared of me. Besides,” Z shrugged as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “Who would ever trust a demon? You’d have to be insane.” 

“I don’t trust other demons. I trust you Z.” She confessed. She had finally spilled everything out and Carmi could feel her face grow hot from not only being exposed physically, but emotionally as well. Oh God, she was rambling again. “And like you. Like, a lot. A concerning amount even-”

Z cut her off with a deep kiss. Immediately, whatever thoughts plagued her mind dissipated when their lips touched. Carmi looked at him with a dazed, lovesick expression as Z pushed her onto her back. How was he always able to calm her down so easily…? Was this what it was like to be in love?                                                                                                        

“Hmm…? Is that right? My voice alone is all it takes for my human to get all worked up…” Once again, Carmi could feel the heat behind his words, the feeling running down her spine and making her walls twitch. 

“Ugh, stop!” Carmi threw a pillow over her head. She wasn’t in love anymore. She was going to strangle him with her bare hands instead. “I knew you were gonna be like this!”

“Stop? How can I?” Z once again grabbed her, their lips meeting once again. She practically moaned as her lover slid his tongue against hers, feeling a rush of pleasure pump throughout her body. There were so many things Carmi wanted Z to do to her, and she to him . “Especially with the way your body is reacting .”

“Z…” The intimate kisses had riled her up all over again. She couldn’t and wouldn’t deny anymore. She was willing to beg for it at this point, shame and insecurities be damned. “Please…!”

“Go on,” Z purred as his tail swissed. His voice had switched from that of a lover to one of a predator that has caught its prey, playing with it to indulge their own sick desires. The cock inside her responded immediately with another pulse. Carmi could feel it. Was Z…  was he fucking getting excited about hearing her beg for it? For him? “All you have to do is ask. Nicely. ”

Her pussy was like a smoldering ember between her pillowy thighs and Carmi nearly let out a sob, tears practically streaming down her face. “Please, please, please fuck me Z. I need to feel you.”

Carmi winced as her lover licked the falling tears from her cheeks as if they were droplets of an expensive spiced wine. Satisfied with her desperate pleads, her lover crawled back on top of her, their combined body weight sinking her into the mattress. The woman could feel her lover kissing her face and neck, sucking on the bite marks they'd left earlier. While they would disappear by the morning, Z would not. Sharp nails sunk into his arms as her boyfriend pushed himself deeper and they let out a moan, and grunt mixed into one. Her heated walls tightened around him reflexively, and she waited for the rest of that delicious stretch.

“Look at you, taking me like you were born for it.” His thrusts were still somewhat shallow, Carmi knew she wasn't taking him all the way, not yet. But her twitching hole was starting to adjust itself to accommodate the great bulk of his shaft as Z pushed himself in again and managed to slowly fuck in and out of her eager entrance. “And to think you’ve wanted this the entire time. You little tease.”

Z’s cock was much thicker than his tongue, less flexible but it filled her up so much better, a sturdy hardness that she could finally clench around so nicely. Carmi almost sobbed as Z withdrew, pulling his long, delicious cock almost completely out. He returned immediately when she whined from the loss. Z felt so good , so warm and so, so big … he was fulfilling her entirely, every bit of Carmi that was empty, every little space that needed his heat was now his and stuffed to the brim.  

“I'm not some- I wasn’t-!" Carmi’s already weak argument ended in a loud gasp as Z reminded her who she belonged to with another good, deep thrust.

“Fuck… I can feel you tightening up, you’re- oh hells, trying to suck me in deeper-”

“Z-Z… ohgod oh fuck–!” Carmi shut her eyes from the intense pleasure, but Z was having none of it. He sunk his dagger like fangs into her leg once again, making sure she was watching his every move.

“Don't you dare look away sweetheart. Keep your eyes on me, just like that…” Carmi shuttered from a mixture of the pleasure of finally being fucked. Z’s honey sweet voice as he mumbled obscenities into her ears, reveling in her tightness, and the way her body fit so perfectly against his. Carmi gasped and cried out from his sudden depth as his cock rutted against a spot that left her absolutely writhing . “I want to see your face when I make you cum.”

Her body felt so weak, twitching, vulnerable and at the mercy to whatever the fiend desired. She tried in vain to hold back her whimpers, but they slipped out of her throat anyway, in a long and constant stream of cries that grew louder and more desperate as Z continued to fuck her. Carmi had tried to pull away from the demon, but she was in no position to do so. She could sense his hungry gaze as Z leaned in close, grinding his hips against hers. Fuck, Carmi could feel every single inch of his throbbing cock inside her spasming walls.

“Z-Z, I c-can’t…!”

“Oh, no, no Dove. You can. I barely even need to grab your hips, your body wouldn't let me go if I tried…” His tail began to rub on her engorged clit and Carmi gave another frantic series of moans from the stimulation. She was practically drowning in pleasure. “Look how badly you want this, sweetheart. Go on, squeeze me tighter. Thaaat’s it Carmi. Good girl.”

Carmi, for her part, could scarcely formulate a coherent thought aside from ‘yes, yes, yes…!’ . She'd put up so many walls, and having them all crumble at once was more than she could really process. She'd been terrified of ruining her relationship with Z, but now, she wanted to kick herself for not giving in and confessing how she felt sooner. Her lover rocked her back to the edge once more. Now Z was fucking his whole massive cock into her pussy with every lunge, burying the shaft so deep that his balls were slapping on her ass. Letting out high pitched whimpers as Z slid his painfully hard cock against a dangerously tender spot, Carmi genuinely couldn’t tell if his loud moaning made the experience better or worse. Z didn’t even try to be quiet, and it was nearly driving her to insanity.

Carmi squealed, breaking away from the kiss, as Z started to fuck Carmi with a frenzy that he’d held back until that moment, spurred on by her cries. The pressure was increasing, more and more.

“Oh Z-FUCK! I’m, I’m…!”

Carmi didn’t even have the chance to prepare herself before her orgasm hit her, juices gushing from her soaked pussy, coating Z in her arousal. Her back arched as her body spasmed while Z continued to fuck Carmi through her high for as long as it lasted. Her pulsating cunt slowly eased itself, leaving behind an overwhelming sensation that was strong enough to cause her legs to twitch. Z could feel her velvety walls clench around him as Carmi’s orgasm left her cunt drooling and pulsing with desire.

Even though she was sensitive from cumming, Z still rutted his fat cock in the whimpering woman. The feeling made her repeatedly squeal with every thrust with desire, surprise, even a little sting of pain. Carmi let out a particularly loud gasping wail when she felt for the first time a rush of hot, thick cum deep inside her. The pleasure was intense and overwhelming as the demon continued thrusted with spurt after spurt of hot cum, moaning as he practically emptied himself in her cunt. Once he was finished, she could see how the demon’s body trembled with the aftershocks of his release, still feeling the remnants of pleasure that washed over them.

Carmi wiggled her shaking legs from under Z and wrapped them around his chest. Maybe it was due to the orgasm he had just had, or maybe he was simply curious on what Carmi planned to do. Either way of thinking led to the same result. With Carmi straddling the demon underneath her. An excitement began to grow in her and she shifted her position so that the growing bulge pressed into her leaking entrance.

“Do you really not know what you do to me…?” Carmi grabbed hold of the length of his cock and rubbed her freshly filled pussy, teasing him. The cock had already become hard again, the head of it entering her. Z was panting at this point, more precum oozing from the tip to lubricate her already wet hole as Carmi began to slowly drop her full weight into his lap, enjoying the sensation of grinding his cock inside her. Taking in a deep breath, the woman fully sank onto him, feeling Z’s pulsating cock inside her once more. She planted her soft hands firmly on his toned torso to help steady her as she huffed and moaned. 

“W-why would I even think about anyone else?” She raised herself up until only his sensitive, hard tip rubbed against her heat and then slammed herself down hard once more.

“Ah!  Ahn!  Ahh-mphf!”  Carmi gasped and huffed delightedly each time she slammed her wide hips down. She could feel her pussy clamp down on Z, trying to keep the demon inside her as all she could do was moan, pant, and cry. The emotions that weld up inside of Carmi were so intense, that it was dizzying. She felt almost lightheaded, with nothing but the feeling of Z’s pulsating cock keeping her grounded. Fuck, why had she been holding back all this time?

“How can I-ngh! Even think of fucking any-Ah… Ah! One else?” Carmi could barely whine out her question. She was going to pound Z into the mattress and milk him for all he was worth, even if it was the last thing she was going to do. “All I think about is you , Z!”

Carmi’s hips began to ride Z’s cock in a frantic, almost frenzied pace and she could hear the absolutely filthy noises their bodies made together, a reminder of just how much Carmi desperately wanted to feel Z’s cum inside her body once more. The sounds of her pleasure reverberating through the room as she was riding him so hard that the bed bounced alongside her. From her plump lips began to spill every single lustful and downright depraved thought she had about the demon in the past few weeks. She professed how handsome he was, how much she desired him, and how much she couldn’t stop thinking about him. She couldn’t help nor even stop herself. It was as if her body had a mind of its own and decided that a confession of her sinful desires while bouncing on Z’s cock was the best course of action.   

“When we were in that bar,” Carmi dragged her sharp nail on his chest, tracing the tattooed sigil and giving Z a devious smile. She really wanted to savor the feeling of the demon’s twitching cock inside her. Her cunt was aching and sensitive, but she didn’t care as Carmi was overcome by the freedom of her giving into her lust. She could cry out Z’s name, could whimper for his cock, could thrash and moan and sob and Carmi wanted to. God, she fucking wanted to. “All I could think about was how I wanted you to fuck me properly until I was stretched out, aching, and sore.”

Before Carmi would spill out anymore of her desires, bare anymore of her soul to him, Z had stuffed his neglected tail in her rambling mouth. She had bitten down on it. Hard.

Carmi immediately wanted to stop and check on the demon to make sure he wasn’t seriously hurt once she realized what she had done. Z may have been an immortal demon that could barely register pain, but Carmi could never forgive herself if she had harmed her lover, accident or not.

She would have done that, had Z not given out the most vocal and sluttiest moan Carmi had ever heard in her life, as he arched his back in pure, cardinal ecstasy.

“Ngh, that feels so good! Do that again, Dove! Harder! ”

Z began to loudly beg and whimper for her, stuttering Carmi’s name in an incoherent babble as they furiously pumped their hips to meet her own brutal pace. His shaft glided in and out of her sweet cunt easily due to the thick load he’d already flooded her with. The louder and more desperate Z got, the more times she would simply stop and squeeze his throbbing cock with her velvety walls, denying him release as the demon had done to her. She wanted to see him weak and whimpering. That would be a lovely sight to behold. 

“Ahh f-fuck Dove! Keep riding me like that! ”

“I c-can’t stop, oh fuck, you feel so–!” Carmi felt the tingling sensation in her lower stomach. Z’s thick, creamy load once again flooded her cunt, and Carmi let out a pitiful, full body keen at the feeling of being so full, pumped so completely. Perverted sounds of pleasure filled the room as the two lovers rode out their collective orgasms together in a scene that was as passionate as it was deprived. Finally, when the last spasm from his cock died out, Z let out a low moan and went into a full body shudder.

By the time she was done riding him, Carmi was unable to do anything but lay upon his warm chest, feeling limp and satisfied as she listened to his racing heartbeat. Her mound still tingled in the aftermath of her climax. She could feel Z’s cum drip sluggishly out of her abused hole and down her thigh. Carmi was exhausted, but also happy and confusingly, dizzyingly in love.

‘I could stay like this forever.’ She thought to herself as she nuzzled the crook of Z’s neck. She breathed in his scent. ‘I wouldn’t mind it. Not one bit.’ The steady beating of Z’s heart, the feel of his caring embrace and snuggling into the warmth the demon’s body provided… Yes, Carmi could stay like this forever and she wouldn’t have blinked an eye. 

But unfortunately, the world had never been kind to Carmi and wasn’t going to start now.

The dark-skinned woman let out an embarrassingly loud and weird sounding yelp as she suddenly found herself on her back. Before Carmi even had a chance to make sense of what was happening, Z was already climbing on top of her body, spreading her legs and looking down at her sweating and flustered form. Though she could not see his eyes, Carmi could feel the heat of their gaze trail hungerly across her body. 

“Uhh… Z?” She nervously giggled, wondering what was going on. “What are you…?”

“Oh, I’m going to make sure that I fulfill every single one of your fantasies tonight to make up for lost time.” Carmi stared up at the demonic entity between her thighs. She could already tell based upon his excited, almost manic smile and unhinged personality, that Z was not kidding.

“Don’t worry Dove,” They practically purred, a toothy grin spreading across their face. Z settled themselves right in between Carmi’s legs, hiking her warm, soft thighs around his waist. “I’ll fuck you until you can’t remember how to speak, and I’ll keep fucking you until you pass out. Even then, I won't stop. I’m not one to get tired easily , after all,”

Z pressed such a gentle and deceptively innocent kiss on her mouth, that it made Carmi instantly relax and nearly forget the position she was(and going to be) in.

“Oh, me and my big, stupid, horny mouth.’ Carmi thought, already resigning herself to her fate. ‘Well, it was nice being able to walk when I could...’

[acoldsovereign]

[DEFAULT VERSE #1].

{Main verse} - The Queen of Cold

Special note: The timeline of this verse varies with its flow of events (to accommodate and respect other roleplayers' portrayals and canon-divergency), so you may see overlap with other verses. Keep in mind that the majority of Maiz's characterization comes from here (and is the main setting of her misadventures).

If you have a question about anything, feel free to ask me. I don't bite.

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Maiz's failure to conquer her sixth planet comes at a price; the Galactic Patrol has been alerted to her presence (or rather, someone's presence) as an oppressive force that attempted to illegally occupy a planet within their bounds of protection. The scale of her failed invasion is not wholly recorded because some of it was destroyed during the skirmish and subsequent counterattack to liberate Planet Grenad. Maiz and her army were locked in a three-month war that saw both all sides suffer. The Grenadians had more than half of their population wiped out underneath the light of a full moon; the Galactic Patrol lost one-fifteenth of their forces guarding the Northwest Quadrant, and Maiz lost 500 of her slaves (300 Karoseanites and 200 Kokytans, bringing the latter Race that much closer to near extinction). Not wanting to lose any more of her own, she fell back.

The Galactic Patrol wanted her arrested, but she made that difficult. She escaped them by blasting the agents and their ships "seemingly" at random, stranding them (however temporarily) on the planet. On the way out--in the utmost, pettiest fashion she could muster--she made sure to destroy and crush any communication devices and digital scrolls she saw in her path; the end result was her inadvertently deleting some of their records on her. She's noted to be a 6 foot-something Saiyan woman with red hair and a brown tail wearing strange colors; she has an army of conquered people, and possibly more illegal planets under her belt (assumed).

There is a warrant out for her arrest.*

*Muses who are Earth-bound (unless discussed, or plotted beforehand, or if they're aligned with the GP in some way) will not be privy to this information.

She reluctantly lays low, her endgame being to avoid arrest at all costs; she has five planets and that's enough. For now. She needs to tend to them--so she does. Many months and space years pass, and even though these once neutral, now Maiz-aligned planets are reshaped in the image she favors, it's not enough. She needs to spread more of her culture, she needs to resurrect what she's lost or else she'll lose her sanity.

She plots. Schemes. She tends to her planets. Mourns. Rages. Destroys. Isolates. She has no equals. Her heart, which has long become stone, is frozen forevermore.**

**On Earth, the beginning of the Android Saga happens.

. . .

This cycle bores and hollows her out. She makes a move. (Around this time, the end of the Cell Saga has occured). With the full intention of expanding her empire, she travels to another planet within Western Quadrant. More on this in another post since this is already too long.

[RP specific/canon to this blog: On Planet Beakl, she discovers a slave market. This is where she encounters, buys and takes in Samantha (@particlecreator). Through this auction, Maiz learns a planet called Earth exists and that the young woman is originally from there. Intrigued by the fact that these creatures called humans could be kidnapped without consequences, she makes a note in the back of her head. Spoiler alert: Samantha's not treated well initially because of Maiz's frosty and cruel personality. Things DO get better between them. Eventually. For the most part.]

Finding a suitable planet to land on was exhausting; she lands on Earth for a pitstop, after noticing her trip was taking longer than usual. The problem is that her usual needs aren't on this planet, and second--for some reason, one half of the populace looks like her sans the tail, fangs, and other distinctly Saiyan features, which infuriates her to no end. She learns that these beings are called Earthlings (humans specifically) and is immediately discriminatory towards them. For the duration of her stay on Earth, she oscillates between a white-hot, narrow-minded hatred and ice-cold numbness, paired with indiscriminate murder.

[RP specific/canon to this blog: A couple of weeks of this behavior drew the attention of a version of Future Gohan that comes to the past instead of Trunks. (@likeadragcn)]. They fought. It was bloody.***

***Can be any Z-Fighter (or a civilian!) that encounters her instead! This is also around the late Buu Saga, so keep that in mind! (But can be earlier or whenever you want, if you have another idea for muse interactions).

On the news, it's reported that people are freezing and being shattered--often to gruesome detail (shattered brain matter, blood, etc) that has to be censored out. She's nicknamed "The Ice Woman" because there's no clear footage of her; everything is either blurry or she's completely out of frame, only parts of her Battle Armor showing (gloves, thigh guards, cape, white boots with yellow/golden tips, upper thighs). The reports go on for a month before they cease (she's left Earth with makeshift materials and new fuel). She hates Earth and the people on it. It takes her a while to calm down and come to a place of callous indifference, mild tolerance or reluctant acceptance. Using Earth as a pitstop, whether she likes the planet or not, surprisingly helps with that. She typically lands in West City, Parsnip Town, a quiet little place away from civilization (up on the outskirts) since humans bother her (smell, looks, noise level) until she, again, gets to a point of indifference, tolerance or acceptance. At this point, she may exude a relaxed, chill, or deceptively laid-back disposition. She's capable of being approached for conversation, especially when she's people-watching (indifference usually, tolerance second).

Final note: She will not reveal that she's a tyrant or dictator in casual conversation unless she knows or feels that you are one/a terrible person as well--so it's possible that your muse might feel betrayed when they find out about her "day job" later down the line. The most that'll happen is one may feel her dark, heavy ki (it's a suffocating presence), sudden cold (the air around her is naturally colder because she is colder than the average Saiyan), and notice peculiar behavior: lack of empathy towards the plight of humans/most other Races, odd responses to things such as laughing or snickering at death, staring hard as if she's trying to focus, the lack of emoting, stiff or aggressive body posture and language etc. but that's it. She won't herself, reveal anything.

Not unless she feels like she has to, or unless your muse is reasonably perceptive enough.

And even then.

In other words, Maiz is a liar. A twister of words. She omits things. She thinks what she does is nobody's business unless she says so. In the midst of being accused, she may accept it or not, or she may or may not play coy about her answers. If it means getting to drive your muse insane with trying to prove she's a "bad person", she'll do it. She's not above being frustrating about turning your interrogation of her into a game.

--After all, who's gonna believe you if your body can't be found?

[bangfantanfic]

Our Own World: Chapter 10

Warnings: stalking, masturbation, yandere behavior, future smut

Type: romance, yandere, hyrbid!bts

Authors Note: It is here. Not as long as I had hoped but hopefully y’all enjoyed it anyways! its a bit spicy. And more Hoseok this chapter. As always, I hope you all enjoy, if I have missed anything in the warnings please let me know. Feedback is greatly appreciated, lemme know your thoughts! Until next time <3

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It was a relief for everyone to finally be back home. Returning to a surprisingly spotless house, a full refrigerator, and a pantry had honestly been the highlight of your week. The entire ride to the house all you could think about was the disaster the house had been left in and all the food that had been tossed away. The thought of having to do any shopping or cleaning, had you considering jumping out of the moving car. You had sent your brother a thank you text, and as expected, even hours later, no reply. You had honestly begun to worry, the extreme part of your brain screaming he was dead and you were trapped here with hybrids. 

What a nightmare. 

Thankfully your mother was more than confident he was still living, she had even spoken to him a few hours before you had called. You felt bitterness, or maybe anger was a better way to describe it. Honestly, at this point, you weren’t sure you were still angry. You were just disappointed with the way things were playing out. The gut feeling you had the weeks before arrival was right, as always, and of course, you ignored it, as always. Unless something ‘dire’ was happening, your brother was practically a missing person, at least towards you. Your mother said she spoke with him every day, and even the hybrids had shared that they all heard from him at least once a week. So what have you done? Why was he avoiding communication? You were doing him a favor. The whole situation had your head spinning. 

Your brother was never such a flakey person. He responded to every text and every missed call, his behavior now was out of character and you couldn’t figure out why now he was deciding to act out. Not even your mother could explain it. She had promised to speak with him, but she had done so multiple times these last few weeks. How much longer were you going to have your mother act as the messenger? 

You were exhausted, anxious, and angry. Three emotions that didn’t mix well together. 

You were also a little disappointed in yourself. You had finally reached a point of comfort around the hybrids. Sure the brush of a tail, or a more animalistic trait would occasionally make your stomach churn, but it was something you could look past a little better. After Jeongguk’s stunt, it had sent you reeling back. You’ve been trying to convince yourself it wasn’t that bad. He was probably just messing around, trying to scare you. He didn’t seem to like you anyway, so this was probably just him trying to freak you out for his own entertainment. The others shouldn’t be punished or pushed away for someone else’s actions, and yet your gut instinct warned you that his behavior wasn’t out of the ordinary, and trusting any of them was a step in the wrong direction. 

“Y/n, bathrooms free!” Namjoon smiled, walking past the living room with a towel rubbing at his wet hair. He looked fresh and revitalized, with loose clothes hanging from his body. You had decided to shower last. While the outside of both the hotels looked lovely, you were sure the human building was in much better condition inside compared to the hybrid building. 

“Thanks, Joonie.” You grinned, making your way toward your brother's ensuite. 

—-

It was obvious that Y/n was uncomfortable. Her poor attempts to seem busy were almost endearing. Hoseok had watched you clumsily make your way down to the docks, suitcase barely standing upright as you rushed. You were running behind. You were talking somewhat loudly, phone in a free hand as if trying to make a point that you shouldn’t be spoken to. White chords hung from your ears and headphones. Judging by the voice coming through the headphones Hoseok easily pinned it to your mother. He had heard the voice a million times. His owner was quite the mama’s boy. 

Hoseok often wondered what his own mother was like. Like most hybrids, he had been separated from his mother the second he was able to have an all-solid diet. He never saw or heard of his mother again. He wished he could say it made him sad, but honestly, it didn’t really. How could he miss someone he didn’t really know? 

Hoseok didn’t have a lot of experience with human women. He had been around hundreds of female hybrids, and they were easy to understand because they were like him. Bred strong, beautiful, and submissive to their masters. And sure, there were plenty of beautiful humans out there, and you were one of them, but there was something very different about the beauty of humans compared to a hybrid. Most of the human women Hoseok had seen were through the screen of his phone, or whatever shitty show his owner was watching. When he found out you were coming to care for them and keep the house intact, he was thrilled. A human? A human woman?

Of course, he hadn’t met you before and knew very little, Jay had been overly sensitive about sharing your existence with the pact. Avoiding even letting your name slip. It had been strange when his owner did a sudden 360, going from hiding your existence to practically thrusting you into their life. Hoseok wasn’t going to complain, a new human was always exciting. 

He had only seen glimpses of you, faintly heard your voice through the speakers of Jay's phone. So when Hoseok found your social media profiles he was pleased to see you weren’t very private on anything. He spent the entire evening looking through every photo you had posted, everything you were tagged in, and every comment you had made that he could find.

He could finally understand why his owner wanted to keep you hidden. 

He had been thrilled when Jay left, and when you finally arrived he thought he would throw up from his excitement. When you finally come out to their cages, you’re scent him like a ton of bricks. 

Unfortunately, this excitement had triggered him into an early rut. So when most of his packmates had made their way back into the house, he was stuck outside. This, he was sure of, was some form of torture. You were so close. Even from so far, he could faintly smell you, it lingered on his tongue. 

How do you taste? 

Arriving home Hoseok watched everyone disappear, desperate for a shower, fresh clothes, and their own beds. His pack had rushed upstairs, desperate for the familiarity of their own room. He had his own plans. The blonde-haired man watched you throw your bag into your tiny sleep space, hiding out in there for a while before sitting out in the living room. You fiddled on your phone, tapping angrily at the screen. Hoseok had wanted to smooth out the angry creases on your brow and fix whatever was bothering you. 

You waited awhile before Namjoon made his way out of the ensuite of your brother's room, announcing the space was free for your use. With only two showers it meant long lines, and you had urged the boys to go first, promising you were more than happy to wait, they needed it more than you. 

You had practically leaped off the sofa, sending a bright smile toward the pack leader before practically running to your brother's room, towel in hand. A jealous pang had hit Hoseok's chest. You hadn’t smiled at him like that before, and judging by the surprised look on Namjoon’s face, even he was surprised by the relaxed tone and pretty smile. 

Hoseok waited, watching the hall for a few moments. His ears twitched when the sound of water rushing through the pipes, and then music. Loud music. His cue. 

During your stay, Hoseok had picked up on a routine you had whenever you showered. If music was playing you were going to take your time. He had figured it out pretty quickly. He wanted to know everything about you. Every habit. Every quirk. Things about you that even you were unaware of. 

Your makeshift room has become Hoseok's favorite place. Your scent covered every crevice, it was a comfort he never knew he needed. The space was tiny, your bed being a fold-out sofa. Your brother didn’t like sharing his room, in fact, he nor his pack were supposed to go in there, not even for the bathroom. Seven men in one bathroom had been a huge issue. Thankfully, the shower and the toilet were separated. The converted bedroom was originally Jeongguk and Jin’s gaming room, their computer setups were actually still there. You didn’t mind letting them in to play either, you would stay on the bed or sit out in the living room if you needed space. You just asked if they didn’t play too late into the night, which had irked Jeongguk. But Seokjin was more than happy to comply. Even Taehyung and Jimin had started sitting in the room ‘watching’ the two play. Hoseok knew well that they just liked being in the room that smelt so strongly of you, but sometimes he wondered if perhaps they were in there for the same reasons he went there. 

None of your bags had been unpacked into the small wardrobe in the room, you had left everything neatly folded in your suitcases, almost as if you were counting down the minutes until Jay and Mila returned home so you could take off. But the surprise trip to the hotel had thrown out those plans and your room had become a colorful array of clothing. This honestly made things much easier for Hoseok, and he was thankful to Jay for the surprise trip. 

You had made no move of leaving the bathroom, clearly having settled into the stream. Hoseok took this as a go-ahead. The soft click of the door behind him was almost like a signal to his nervous system, his body instantly relaxing. Your room was messy, as always. He was honestly thankful for it. The messier the better. You wouldn’t notice if he touched anything. He had been worried you had cleaned up during the time you had spent in the room. 

The hybrid dropped onto your bed, nose scrunching in discomfort. The mattress was old and thin, the springs nearly ripping through. It was no surprise you always seemed so tired. 

Wrapping your bedsheets around himself, Hoseok wiggled himself closer to your suitcase that you had left open and disheveled. He wondered if you had just packed it like crap, or maybe looked for something before going to shower. Either way, he didn’t care. He dug through the bag, not having to look too hard, a triumphant grin on his lips when he found your panties. Pale blue, soft with lace at the ass. How pretty the little fabric would have looked against your skin. 

Part of Hoseok knew what he was doing was weird. He was being a creep. But he needed this. He needed you, but you weren’t ready for him. Not yet. He could wait as long as you needed but in the meantime, he needed something of you. Sure he had a few items of yours already, but over time the smell fades and he needs to replace it. 

A soft hum left his throat as he pressed the material to his nose, taking a deep inhale. His body shuddered in relief, it had been too long. The smell of you lingered on the back of his tongue, his mouth-watering. His imagination was wandering, yet never straying from you.

The pretty material smells of you. Your scent wraps around him. His cock strains against his pants, groping at his hard cock. Taking in a deeper breath his cock twitches in his hand.

How does she smell so sweet?

He works himself over, smoothing the pearly precome over his base. He could happily suffocate in the sea of lacey blue. His hand transforms from his large callused one to your dainty hands. Your soft hand can hardly wrap fully around his girth. God he can't wait to split you with his cock. A whine left his throat, it was as if he could feel the gentle tips of your fingers teasing. The brush of your tongue on the tip of his cock had his spine shivering. You would be so shy, your cheeks burning red as you touched him, begging him not to look you in the eyes. He trusts that she's naïve in the acts of harlots as she is in the day-to-day aspect. Hoseok loved the way humans touched, clueless in the way of pleasure. He'll have to instruct you.

Has anyone touched you before? Did you touch yourself in the night? He groaned at the thought of you whimpering, dainty fingers touching and rubbing. Already Hoseok knew his nights would become restless. 

He feels his orgasm pull at his nerves. He holds her panties to the head of his cock fucking into the material. He bites back his moans. She may be in the shower but he doesn't want to give himself away. Although the idea was exciting. What would you do if you found him this way? His cock out, rutting into your used panties? Would you be angry? Flustered? Turned on? Perhaps you would enjoy seeing how desperate he was for you, crawl over the bed to help him out. 

He paints the inside of your panties at the thought. It's not the same as covering the walls of her pussy but it will do for now.

Hoseok’s body sags into the bed, his grip still tight on the now-ruined panties. He would have to dispose of them, but that was a future Hoseok’s problem. His scent was entangled with yours, a welcome comfort as his eyes fell shut. Sleep was threatening to take over, and he was tempted to give in, just for a moment, but the silence of the house had settled onto him.

No music. 

Your light footsteps were too close to the door. There was no way Hoseok could get out of the room without you seeing. Anxiety grappled at his throat. You had already pulled away, there was no way he could explain the current… situation he was in. 

“Sorry Y/n my dick fell into your panties and I came, my bad!” 

He felt ill. He was well and truly fucked. You would find him and then what? Leave? Call your brother. 

Jay.

The thought of his wonder finding out about his misdemeanors had him hyperventilating. He would rather you drag him to the police. Another set of feet came tumbling down the hall, Jimin, stopping by your door. 

“Y/n, Seokjin hyung asked me to get you. He’s starting dinner.” 

Your response was muffled, and honestly, at this moment, Hoseok didn’t care for your answer right now. Jimin had unknowingly bought him a minute. Rolling off the bed and under the bed Hoseok grunted in pain. He probably should have tried to shimmy his shorts back up, laying on his stomach on the hardwood floor wasn’t the coziest position for his dick. 

Your door clicked open, your bare feet came into view. Much to Hoseok’s disappointment you were already dressed, the fluffy white pants ruining the view of what could have been your legs. Soft humming filled the silent space, you had been singing the same song to yourself for the past week. Hoseok had learned very early on that you had a very different music taste compared to not only himself but his pack too. While the music wasn’t really his cup of tea, he was more than happy to listen to it just to see the smile it brought to your lips as you sang along, or spoke about the artists. Seeing you smile was worth any mild dislike he may be experiencing. 

A pile of clothes dropped to the floor, drawing Hoseok’s attention away from watching your movements. Peeking out of the pile, almost like you had done it on purpose, was another pair of panties. His heart was hammering in his chest. He hadn’t been able to get a pair this fresh. Any logical thought seemed to melt out of his brain, the wires of his brain severed allowing his body to act on its own accord. He watched in horror as his hand shot out and latched onto the slightly damp material, dragging it back under. The room fell silent. Your humming stops abruptly. 

Fuck fuck fuck

Eyes. 

Your eyes peered under the bed, staring into his almost as if you weren’t actually seeing him. There was a bleak look on your face, and for a brief second Hoseok felt his heart stop beating. And then a blood-curdling scream ripped out your throat, the scream itself seemed to send you to your ass, your feet pushing yourself up to the wall. Your eyes never strayed from his. The action made his chest ache. You were running from him. 

The sound of his pack's feet thundered toward your room, and within what seemed like seconds, Jimin and Seokjin had burst into the room. Jimin had squatted by your side, his back to Hoseok, hands soothingly rubbing your biceps. Hoseok could hear the sound of Jimin’s voice attempting to soothe your trembling figure, but he couldn’t understand a single word. The room was spinning, he felt sick. His stomach knotting so violently he was sure everything he had eaten that morning would soon be forced back out his throat. 

“What happened?” Seokjin frowned, eyes flickering over the room. Slowly the rest of the boys had shown up, standing behind Seokjin, trying to peer over his shoulders. 

Hoseok watched in horror as you pointed at him, your face was pale like you were seconds away from vomiting. Jimin had followed your finger, his jaw-dropping. 

“Hoseok hyung?” 

[raccoonfallsharder]

if you liked Giftwrap...

⋆˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall 𖤣𖥧𖡼⚘.˚⋆ preview [est 2/14] (a meetgroot*)

this has been a labor of love since like. august or september. featuring semi-shy ultrafeminine angel-reader from giftwrap (kinktober 2023).

18+ only | rocket x f!reader | no use of y/n | 3? parts | wip | word count: pending.

wind·fall /ˈwin(d)ˌfôl/ noun. an apple or other fruit blown down from a tree or bush by the wind; an unexpected piece of good fortune.

semi-shy ultrafeminine touch-deprived reader tries to avoid meeting knowhere’s intimidating captain. is profoundly unsuccessful. see end for more notes.

part one anticipated 2/14

“Do you and Groot live here? In this building?” He nods, and takes another drink. “I’m on the ground floor,” he says, then winces. “Uh, Groot spends most of his time up here when he’s home. S’why it’s weird he ain’t made it back yet, actually.” He leans against the wall. “Where’s your room, angel?” Something about the timbre of his voice makes you shiver.  “The floor just below this one,” you tell him. “I saw the door to the roof open this morning, and - ” You shrug helplessly.  “You snooped,” he says, but he sounds amused, in a snickering, snarky sort of way.  “I was curious,” you admit with a little smile, and it’s more of an embarrassed agreement than a defense. He just looks even more pleased, teeth flashing at the corner of his mouth. “Bet you were.” He leans back, and you can feel his eyes on you, plucking delicately at your hair, the strap of your dusty sundress, your skin. “Think I got you pinned now, sweetheart.” You laugh softly, a little delighted despite your self-consciousness. “Pinned?” He takes another long swallow of his wine and wipes his mouth with his forearm, eyes half-lidded. “Yup. Figured you out.” “What did you figure out about me?” you ask, wide-eyed and fascinated. He’s watching you like your cat used to watch birds on the other side of the window — right down to the flick in the end of his tail, draped over the edge of the wall. “You’re curious enough to get yourself into trouble,” he tells you with mock solemnity, “and prob’ly too soft and sweet for your own good once you’re in it.” His voice rolls lower: velvet and smoke and gravel.  “And you’re so, so needy, angel.” A sly little smirk taunts the corner of his mouth.  “But too shy to do anything about it.” Your fascination has fled in favor of pure heat, pooling in your abdomen like molten sunlight, licking up between your thighs, curling over your chest and throat. You feel your panties dampen and you truly cannot remember the last time that happened.  “Have I got you about right?”

(sidenote: look the sundress is basically its whole own character in this.) please note the model is in the sketch below is like. just there for the dress. i don't think there are any descriptions of size, skin color, or hair texture in this fic.

mcu-based, post-volume-three, explicit sexual tension rising through parts one & two, smut in part three (a very ♡‧₊˚✩ Blackmail Material format with slightly more plot/slightly less smut??). possible secondhand embarrassment. happy endings only don’t worry.

based on a prompt by @creativepromptsforwriting: The apartment she moved to has a beautiful, well-tended garden. After a while she finds out that her neighbor is the one tending to the plants and she decides to help him out one day.

[hyperfixatingonbowuigisohard]

Super Mario Bros Labryinth AU (Pt2)

(Note: Sorry the the strange looking Bullet Point, copy and pasted this from my notes and this is what it formatted as)

- [ ] While Mario has multiple things to freak out about— such as a giant lizard koupa, and suddenly being who know wheres when he was in his room just minutes ago—he manages to stifle his questions for later

- [ ] After all, he has a little brother to save

- [ ] And a little brother to applogize to as well

- [ ] He couldn’t beleive he said all those things…

- [ ] Mario makes his way down the hill to what he can assume is the entrance to the Labyrinth

- [ ] There’s another Koupa there, spraypainting the walls

- [ ] While he looks strikingly similar to that Bowser guys, he’s smaller and has less hair.

- [ ] When he spots Mario, he jumps in surprise and immediately raises his spraypaint cans at Mario, as if to threaten him

- [ ] “You didn’t see anything, got it?!”

- [ ] Ah, Mario thinks. So he wasn’t supposed to be spraypainting the wall.

- [ ] Mario: “I don’t know kid, it’s pretty obvious you spraypainted those walls….”

- [ ] Junior: “Hey! Thats Prince to you! Prince Bowser Jr!”

- [ ] For a second Mario considers taking this child hostage or somthing. Trading him for Luigi would he much easier than solving this maze.

- [ ] But then Mario remembers how big the Koupa King is and that he doesn’t want to see what all those spikes and mussles can do to him if he threatens his child

- [ ] Also Mario isn’t a monster, duh.

- [ ] So instead, Mario thinks of a way he can use his status as a witness of Bowser Jr’s mischief in his favor

- [ ] Mario: “Alright, Prince. I need to get to the castle in the center of the Labyrinth. If you take me there, I won’t tell your dad what I saw.”

- [ ] Junior: “Ha! Yeah right, Daddy would burn you to a crisp beforr you could even get a word in!”

- [ ] Mario: Well I guess I’ll have to tell every Koupa in the city about your graffiti before I get to the castle. Surely one of them will tell the King about this—“

- [ ] Junior: “Your a tattle-tail!”

- [ ] Mario: “But if you take me to the caslte, then he’ll never find out.”

- [ ] Junior: “….”

- [ ] Mario: “So? Do we have a deal?”

- [ ] Junior: “Fine, whatever! Your such a snitch!”

- [ ] Bowser Jr grabs Mario by the wrist and leads him to a giant door that definitely was not there before.

- [ ] Bowser Jr leads him through the door

- [ ] Before Mario can say anything thought, Bowser Jr runs back outside and locks the door behind him

- [ ] Mario: “Hey! This wasn’t the deal!”

- [ ] Bowser Jr giggles wickedly

- [ ] It would have been cute if he wasn’t a little cheater

- [ ] Junior: “Daddy won’t ever find out if you never make it to the city in the first place! Good luck getting out of there!”

- [ ] Where is there? It seems to be a long straight road, going on for miles and miles

- [ ] Mario does his best to continue through the Labyrinth, but it seems this single path goes on forever

- [ ] Theres not a single turn anywhere, seemingly no way to progress further

- [ ] Mario cries out in frustration and tries to punch the wall

- [ ] He ends up falling forward onto the ground

- [ ] The wall was an option illusion, and there was a fork in the path right in front of him!

- [ ] Mario sighs in releif

- [ ] And also embarrassment

- [ ] Mario finds himself in a much more complicated area, the paths lines with giant green pipes.

- [ ] Different creatures and things seem to pop in and out of them at random.

- [ ] He tries to keep track of where the pipes seem to go, but its no use

- [ ] And as for the creatures that are using said pipes?

- [ ] Well, lets just say after getting bit by a piranha plant he’s avoiding anything that comes out of those pipes

- [ ] Mario feels like he’s finally getting somewhere in this Labryinth when he hears loud screaming

- [ ] And no, its not Luigi’s! Thank Goodness!

- [ ] The shouts seem to be in fear and distress, and among them he can hear wild laughter and shouts of amusement

- [ ] Whatever he’s hearing doesn’t sound like a good situation for the screamer, and so he goes to investigate…

No sketches this time I’m afraid, but the next part will have some! I hope you all enjoyed this second part, what do you guys think of it?

(1)…(You Are Here)…(3)…

[silenthowls]

Dear JIN YOHAN,

You are cordially invited to a private gathering this Sunday, the 21st of July. It is a dinner among old friends, and it will be just like old times. The dinner will be held at Shin Junpyo’s mansion on Jeju Island. Dinner will be served strictly at 7.30pm. Your attendance is expected by 6pm.

Don’t be late.

P.S. Do yourself a favor and burn this letter once you have read and understood the terms. We don’t want to piss the alums off, now do we?

Best regards, YOUR KING, 2016

Yohan crumples the letter on the spot with a defiant huff. The high quality paper the words have been neatly printed on would serve as good enough kindling. He procures the rook-shaped lighter from his pocket to test that theory; then ignite the cigarette pinched between his lips. Both wisps of smoke dance in tandem with the warm summer breeze. "Fine. I'll play this game again."

He is none to pleased to receive this letter; even if the alleged "sender" would have been someone he would have rather enjoyed hearing from in such a personal way back then. ( Maybe even now. ) But he's curious, and he cannot seem to help indulging, as if it's a reflex to attend without question. So, he drags himself all the way to Jeju Island within a few hours of reading the invite. He figures he might as well enjoy a little "vacation" for a few days if he's going to take time off for this.

As usual, Jin Yohan arrives to the place EARLY, and is the first to do so at 5:30PM. He looks more put together than he did during his days at SNU. No loosened ties or sloppily tucked shirts to be found; nor un-styled hair. The other difference is, he can't stop reaching into his pockets and contemplating having a cigarette.

6:00PM — He sparks up a chat with the butler while waiting. The conversation soon turns tense the more Yohan's probing questions seem to go unanswered. The butler is rather unmoving. He asks about Shin Junpyo and if he is in attendance, if he knows who else would be coming, the length of the party; among other things... particularly the familiar uniforms and place settings in the dining room and where they got them. Something is off. But he gets no answers and becomes rather frustrated. He turns tail and walks away when Intae "interrupts".

For the remainder of the waiting time, he gravitates toward hanging around the bar, and library for the most part until dinner time. He indulges in a drink and heads out into the pergola for a smoke to soothe the nerves that are rising to the surface through negative memories. The more familiar faces arrive, the more he flits about the place to avoid them like the plague. He tries his damndest to keep to himself for the night, but, as usual, it becomes an impossible feat amongst King's Club members.

7:15PM — Yohan is shaken by what he sees in the pool. So much so, that he even appears all too willing to escort Zhang Xiaotian inside and "supervise" him after he falls in the pool. He'd rather not be present before such a grim reminder of his failure and the strange thoughts that brew in his mind.

By the time dinner is meant to be served, he's lost every semblance of an appetite. He feels terribly sick thinking about all of this. He sits at the table in relative silence, picking at the plate set in front of him every so often. As prone as he is to make an outburst in this sort of situation, he decides to sit back and observe, waiting for any indication of who might have planned all of this. He knows there are bound to be accusations flying.

He leaves the party as soon as he can.