#blue striped man is darling

[dumbbitchgalore]

Price’s cute little whore 💓

Idk what people say but John will absolutely be adamant to have a housewife. And it is absolutely because he is a hypocritical fuck.

Sure, he’s worked with female colleagues who he has deemed equal and possibly better than other men that he has worked with but at the end of the day, he’s not there to make those women his wife.

John knows when to fuck you like a slut and when to treat you like a princess.

Coming home after months away on the battle and sees you in your home looking absolutely fucking comfortable on the couch wearing his worn out Led Zeppelin t-shirt and suddenly the rope of restraint in him snaps. Dumping his duffle bag on the floor, he can barely kick his boots off his feet as his strides towards you purposefully, finally having you in his arms after months away filled with lonely nights with just a polaroid of you on the wedding night absolutely dishevelled, makeup ruined and hair tousled. He’d groan, fisting his palm frantically using all his might to imagine the feeling of your wet, warm cunt squeezing his cock, but there is only so much he can imagine being hundreds of kilometres away from his birdie. The single picture gives a depraved man like him a sliver of comfort on such nights. 

And now he finally has you and he’s not gonna let you go. 

John would push you to lay flat on the couch, kissing the side of his neck to lick a long stripe down his neck, his nose burying into your skin as he inhales your scent deeply and he swears that he can just cum in his pants right there. 

You chuckle softly, the scratchiness of his beard tickling his skin as you push his face away from your neck only to cup his face in your hands as you look into his eyes. You notice how his dull blue eyes slowly gain back its spark back the longer he looks at you. The pad of your thumb caresses his cheek, tracing the contours of his face as a loving smile gracing your lips. 

“Didn’t come home in a casket…” You mutter softly grateful to once again have him close to you, alive. 

A weary smile makes its way to his face, his knee making it between your thighs, gently pressing against your cunt. John hovers over you, leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead. 

“Told ya I wouldn’t as long as I know you’re here waiting for me,” John murmurs, placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

You respond eagerly, kissing him with fervour, closing your eyes. John slips his tongue between your lips, tasting the faint flavour of rum on your tongue. He pulls back, memorising his face with reverence, his saviour and ticket to salvation. 

Staring up at him, eyes glossy with need and lust, you try to pull him back down for another kiss only to have him pull away. John helps you to take the shirt off your body leaving you in a pair of cotton panties. It was nothing fancy but made John’s head swirl with hunger. 

John is a patient man, even though in this moment he wishes to do nothing but to use you like a fleshlight but he can see the love you have for him. He needs to take his time, he reminds himself; to prepare his darling to take him again after months of being apart. He takes his time to worship your body to relish in the pudgy-ness of your flesh groped by him, splayed underneath him for his eyes only. Heat pools in between your legs, sticky arousal coating your flesh. A silent plea for the need to be taken care of. 

John stops kissing, pulling away, tsk-ing at your neediness. 

“I’ve left my girl alone for too long, hm?” 

You choke back a sob unable to hide your desperateness, “Uh huh!”

John hums, your cries fueling his pride. Making his way down to your sopping cunt, nuzzling his nose into your begging hole inhaling your scent with zeal.

“Gonna fuck this pussy good tonight, kiddo.”

[rizzyu]

hey there! could i request luxiem reacting to their s/o cosplaying as them or one of their alter egos? :) thanks!♡♡

When You Cosplay As Them

Pairing: Vox, Mysta, Luca, Ike, Shu x gn! reader

Category: Fluff, slightly suggestive if you squint hard enough

Warning: Uhhhh slight cursing in Mysta’s, mentions of exposed chests and smol waists, pet names

Summary: If you’re braindead and didn’t understand the title, this is how the Luxiem members react to you cosplaying as them stoopid :)

A/N: thx for the requeeeeeeeeeeeeeest I wanna cosplay as shuey shu :3

Vox Akuma

As you step out of the changing room, Vox’s eyes widened at the sight of you in the white suit and red shirt identical to his own. And just like his, your black and red hair was sprayed over your shoulders. You looked away from him, blushing, as you were worried about what his reaction would be. “Darling, don’t be shy, look at me.” Your beloved demon walked over and lifted your chin, making you face him. Your red eyeliners and golden lenses were displayed clearly for him to see. “Holy Riku Tazumi, you look so hot.” You felt your face heat up at his comments. Vox chuckled at your reaction and leaned in to peck you on your lips. “See? No need to be shy, you look stunning. I’ll have to take a photo later.”

Mysta Rias

“HOLY SHIT-” Mysta’s lips were left agape, and his eyes got so wide when you walked into you and his shared bedroom wearing a cosplay of him. You were dressed in the orange patterned shirt, white pants, and the fox beret similar to his. You had one hand on your waist, the other lowering your orange sunglasses, showing him your turquoise lenses while slightly sticking your tongue out. Your cleavage was also slightly revealed by the orange shirt. Mysta was ready to just cross his arms over his chest and pass out right there. Why do you look so beautiful?? “So, what do you think?” Your question snapped Mysta out of his thoughts. Mysta lifted your taupe coloured hair to peck your forehead. “Absolutely perfect.”

Luca Kaneshiro

What’s a cleavage? Your entire chest was exposed at this point. Luca’s face immediately heated up at the sight of you in the similar looking white striped suit, dark grey shirt, and fur coat. To be honest, both of you were way too flustered right now. Luca had never seen you wear such exposed clothes, and you never had worn any. “So uhhh… do you like it..?” Luca tried to keep his composure and lifted two thumbs up. “You look so poggers babe.” You chuckled “And you were so adorable just now” You walked over to him to squish his cheeks, causing him to become a blushing mess (not that he wasn’t already). “My cute golden retriever boy” Oh man what did you do to him?

Ike Eveland

Ike leaned forward on his seat when you came out all cute looking in his cosplay. He felt like in heaven when he saw you in heels, fishnet gloves and the golden rimmed glasses. You even held a book and a quill pen by your side as props. You tucked away some of your grey-to-blue coloured hair while slightly blushing. “Heheh, your cosplay was kinda hard to put on. At least it looks good.” Dammit, how could you speak in such a sugar-coated voice while cosplaying as him? You were going to make Ike ascend. Ike walked over to you, and like the gentleman that he is, he took your hand and tenderly placed a peck on the knuckles while keeping eye contact with your golden lenses. “You look way more than good.”

Shu Yamino

“EYYYYYYYYYYYYYY” And that was the hardest Shu had ever eyy-ed before, just from looking at you in his sorcerer cosplay. As soon as you showed Shu your cosplay, it was visible that Shu was looking at your small waist bound in the black corset. “Shuey, it’s not nice to stare~” You chuckled as you managed to snap your banana boi back to reality. “O-oh! S-sorry…” Shu could only sheepishly look away blushing upon getting caught staring at your waist. You pulled him closer by the arm, close enough for you to whisper in his ear. “Don’t worry pretty boy, I often stare at your snatched waist too.” Well if that did not bring the true flustered Shu out. Broski was standing there stuttering and everything. He’s too cute you couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction. “H-hey! Not funny! You’ll be paying back later when I get to hold your snatched waist all to myself!”

[the-avs]

Promo~?

As the camera flickers to life, thanks to some fiddling by a man in a blue suit, you were able to see four individuals. The TV-faced man sat back down, sighing and breathing heavily, as though he had just performed serious labor. On the far left, just beside the TV-headed man, was another man with red hair and deer ears, and a sinister smile painting his lips as he sipped on what looked like black coffee. On the other side of the TV man, there was another man smoking a cigar with pink fumes swirling around the room, and wearing a large red coat with striped neck fluff. And finally, on the far right, there was the only girl in the room, a young lady with red, white, and black swirled hair, scrolling on her phone with a bored expression. She appears the most trendy of them all in terms of her clothing.

"Phew..." the TV man panted, turning to face the deer-eared man beside him. "Fuck, Alastor, why did you insist on this camera?" he demanded between breaths, the deer man simply lowering his mug from his lips and setting it down onto a coaster on the table.

"Ah, tsk, tsk, darling. You simply don't know the difference between class and 'trendy'. Rest assured, an older camera will do us just fine," the man assured. He then tilted his head, his smile never dropping, although he looked confused. "So I suppose it's on then, yes?"

"The fuck- Of course it's on! We're rolling! Fuck, let's just go down the line. Vel, you first, because I can't breathe," the TV man insisted, drawing out a groan from the girl. She didn't put her phone down, but she did spare you a look, looking at you with a bored expression.

"Fine. Name's Velvette, youngest overlord and ruler of social media 'n shit. Yadda yadda, you get the gist, don't be a dick, don't be a fashion disaster, and we'll get along fine," she listed as though it was nothing before quickly returning her gaze back to her phone.

The man beside the young woman gave a sinister smirk, a sickening look of lust painting his already creepy face. "Heya, sweet cheeks. Name's Valentino, owner of the Pride Ring's porn industry. Need a guy, a girl, something in between? I got you. I also accept 'sir' or 'daddy'~." Creep. Luckily, the attention is quickly taken off of him when the TV-headed man feigns a cough to get your attention.

"Ignore him, ignore him," he tried to laugh it off and be nonchalant. Valentino was still creepy, though. "I'm Vox, of course, the CEO and main engineer of VoxTek and numerous other products you may have heard of, including Voot Floops, VVs, the sound system Valkyrie, and of course, the Vogitek music app, not to mention VoxTube and the like. Pleased to make your acquaintance~" he said in a charmingly fake, yet professional tone, clearly attempting to maintain the appearance of the group's leader.

"Vox, darling, this isn't an advertisement," the man beside Vox said with a chuckle, a Cheshire grin spreading on his face. "Greetings, you wayward sinners! I'm certain most of you already know of me, but for formalities and politeness sake, I'll introduce myself. You may know me as the Radio Demon, my name is Alastor, darling! A pleasure to meet you, certainly, quite a pleasure! Now then, you see, we on the AVs have been rather bored as of late, and we'd like to socialize with those around us, so... would you be so kind as to give us a promo, dear~?"

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[thus-spoke-lo]

cw: nsfw/18+. afab!reader. oral sex (f receiving).

Sanji is, above all else, a man who finds paradise between your thighs. The All Blue may be his dream, but being on his knees with his face buried in your cunt, filling his lungs with your scent, your sweet flavor coating his tongue—that’s a treasure he can have any time he desires. Once he had his first taste of you, he became insatiable, pulling you into the pantry after dinner just to press his nose to you and inhale, letting shaky breaths out in order to breathe you in. He’d quietly sneak into the bath with you, setting you on the edge of the tub to lap at your freshly-cleaned cunt, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you until you’re a shaking, weeping mess; he’d pull you back into the bath with him to clean you up and soothe your sensitive, throbbing pussy with his long fingers gently pistoning in and out of you, only to find himself sweetly begging you for just one more taste before you dry off and head back downstairs for the night.

He’s always impossible to resist, even when you’re curled up in your quarters with a mug of tea and a book you’ve been longing to read. You are his comfort, his means of relief, his soft place to land at the end of a long day, and there’s nothing he needs more to quiet his mind and soothe his soul than to hear your pretty moans and feel you writhing under his skilled tongue.

“Sanji,” you groan, adding a few extra syllables to his name as you try to hide the smile that sneaks up the corners of your mouth. “Baby, I’m trying to read.”

“And I would never interrupt you, my love,” he responds, his voice husky with desire, his deft hands already tugging at the waist of your pants. “Keep at your book, you needn’t mind me at all.”

You playfully push him away, digging the ball of your foot into his chest, but he only laughs and grabs your bare leg, lifting your ankle up to meet his lips. He leaves a trail of warm and tender kisses up your calf, your thigh—both thighs, god knows he can’t leave any inch of you unkissed if he can avoid it—until his mouth just grazes your pussy lips, and you shiver at the feather-light touch of his facial hair against your skin. He smiles at you as he licks a slow, agonizing stripe up your slit, the tip of his tongue lightly flicking against your clit as he reaches the top.

“Sanji,” you sigh, reaching down to run your fingers through his hair, flaxen strands slipping between your fingers. “You’re too good to me.”

“It’s you who’s too good to me, my love.” His words are warm against your skin, as he pauses to suck and lap at your swollen clit while lewd, wet sounds echo in your small room. “I only live to give you half as much pleasure as you give me.”

Your muscles cease to be under your control and your book drops to the floor as he greedily relishes in your warmth, his face pressed into you, his own guttural groans vibrating you to your core. Sanji knows just how to tease you and torture you, holding the peak of your pleasure just out of reach; he knows when to pull back when your moans turn to wails, when to shift his attention to darting his tongue in and out of your drenched hole and swirling it around your pulsing entrance. And he knows, above all else, just how long he can drink you in before you’re quaking and shivering and desperate for him to take you over the edge, before you keen his name so sweetly that he can’t resist giving in, and he devours you like a man starved until your bucking your hips and practically fucking yourself against his tongue while you cry out for him again and again.

He sits back on his heels and gazes at you with adoration in his eyes, his tongue slowly running over his lips to imbibe every drop of your sweet nectar. “How was it my darling?”

“Distracting.” You smirk and point to the book that sits open on the floor beside your chair. “How am I supposed to do anything at all with you around, Sanji?”

He places his hands on the arms of the chair and leans up to kiss you, letting you partake of the taste of you that lingers on his tongue, as if to reveal the secret that drives him so wild. “The only thing you need to do, my sweet, is keep your legs open for me whenever I ask. The rest is all unnecessary.”

[puddle-nerd]

Eternity

Summary: You had already been his love. Now was just the ceremony to make it official to everyone else and the bonding at the Tree of Souls afterwards.

Prompt #13 for my submission for #𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬𝟏𝟒𝐃𝐎𝐋𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

Story Tags: No use of Y/N, Female Reader, Female Recombiant Reader, Omatikaya | Blue Flute Clan, Na’vi Culture, Na’vi Biology, Na’vi Language, Established Relationship, Wedding Ceremony, Wedding Night

So far, the other posts have been rated G or maybe PG if you squint. This one is going to be for mature audiences with a steamy scene towards the end. I will clearly mark it so you know where it picks up in maturity levels. However, we’ll also be covering, at least a little, the Omatikayan wedding ceremony of an Olo’eyktan and while the reader isn’t going to be Mo’at’s replacement, it was touched on that the Tsahìk and the Olo’eyktan don’t always have to be married; it just usually happens that way.

This is also meant to be a part two of Lean on Me but at least a year, to a year and a half later. Spider is a little older, our reader has made the soul transfer into her Avatar body permanently, and now she’s getting married to the love of her life.

I also stole a couple of @eywaite’s phrases from at least one of her Tumblr posts, which you can see in the translation below.

Na’vi Translation: Irayo, oeyä’itan – thank you, my son ⁂Kalin – sweet to the taste⁂ Kuru – neural queue Mowan – pleasing/enjoyable (physically, sexually) Muntxatan – husband | male spouse ⁂Oh, ma Eywa! Kehe ftang – Oh, Eywa! Don't stop⁂ Olo’eyktan – clan leader (gender neutral) ⁂Rutxe nìtam, new oe nga – enough please, I need you⁂ Sa’nu – mum | mom | mommy Sempu – dad | daddy ⁂Syor – relax⁂ Tsaheylu – neural bond made through the connection of two neural queues Tsahìk – the spiritual leader of a Na’vi clan, and the most important member next to the clan leader Yawntutsyìp – darling | little loved one

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You knew he didn’t quite understand why there was going to be a celebration for you and Tsu’tey today, though the little boy did understand the word ‘wedding’… kind of… being all of four-years-old because he knew you and your beloved both had promised and often reiterated that pledge to love him unconditionally and take care of him and raise him up together as you had been doing into a man of honor of The Omatikayan People no matter what trials and tribulations you all might face. And you did. You loved Miles “Spider” Socorro as if you yourself had given birth to him. And everyone within the clan certainly knew Tsu’tey adored the child if the Olo’eyktan continuous doting was anything to go by. You figured it would also take Spider some time to understand that your consciousness would no longer be bouncing back and forth between two bodies, having been there to witness your second rebirth from the circle of Trudy’s arms as you transferred yourself permanently into this body about a fortnight prior in preparation for today. You smoothed down the front of your beaded loincloth and Spider’s little, cherub face showed that he was clearly pleased to see you finished getting all dressed up in your beautiful new finery behind his oxygen mask, his grin so bright it could rival the sun, making grabby hands towards your towering, sapphire skinned figure. You automatically picked up your adopted son into your thin, striped arms and held the young child against your front, pulling the small boy in so you could rub your blueberry-colored lips through his freshly washed curls, the ones that weren’t tamped down by the straps of his mask. He giggled at the ticklish feeling and squealed, “Sa’nu!” Even after a year of him calling you that, it still made you light up with a beaming smile. You chuckled at his protest and pulled back, smiling down at the little human boy fondly. “~You look beautiful, Sa’nu~!” Spider gushed in English, leaning forward, and tugging on your woven chest covering and peering at the glittering stones you had painstakingly threaded together to make your wedding ceremony attire. “Irayo, oeyä’itan,” you replied softly in the Na;vi language as you and Tsu’tey agreed to have a bilingual home. You glanced up at Mo’at and Neytiri as the two other women came into view within the Sully matriarch’s kelku where you had come to get ready for your wedding. “And thank you,” you told the older female Na’vi happily, “for washing up this, little terror for me.” You tickled your son’s side, laughing at his answering squeal of delight. “Unfortunately, I give it an hour before he’s waist deep in dirt or mud again.” Mo’at chuckled and trailed a finger down Spider’s back with a fond smile. “He knows to behave for his grandmother. Is that not correct, little boy?” Spider agreed, nodding emphatically, and beaming up happily at Mo’at from behind his mask. Across the hut, Neytiri’s pointed ears flicked back as she took in you and her mother cuddling the human child, even now still a little angered by his constant presence within her village and what he represented (especially with his heritage) but not willing to spoil your day. Or, more accurately, Tsu’tey’s, since she was more his friend than yours. And for that, you were thankful, especially since she was getting close to expelling her second biological child’s chrysalis from her body soon and you didn’t want to upset her and cause her to push out the fetus early and disrupt its growth. “It is time,” Mo’at announced, and you nodded. Looking at your son, you announced, “Time for your Sempu and I to officially get married. Ready, baby boy?” He squealed with glee, clapping his hands.

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Tsu’tey was a vision that you couldn’t draw your eyes away from. Colorful beads – brighter and more elaborate than his everyday yellow and red carved wood – decorated his dark braids in a multitude of dyes. Bright feathers of bright greens and honey-yellows had been pushed into his hair into what almost resembled a crown. His battle belt encircled his trim waist, his dagger at his hip and a brand-new loincloth of bright red brushed his thighs, green and honey-yellow embroidery decorating the hem. Upon his chest, four painted handprints in different ochres coated his skin, one from either of his parents, one from his younger brother, and one from his grandfather. Woven armbands of those same bright beads encircled each of his lean biceps and his familiar choker necklace sat around his neck. His last gift from Sylwanin. You felt no jealousy at seeing it, no; instead, you were pleased he was honoring his first love as she had given you her blessing when Tsu’tey had brought you to the Tree of Voices before he had asked you to mate with him and she had hinted that had she survived, she might have happily been in the union with you.

You blushed at the memory of her teasing but intertwined your hands with Tsu’tey’s as Mo’at presided over the proceedings to officially bind you and the Olo’eyktan.

Tsu’tey’s parents stood behind him, arms raised in blessing to Eyway, though they didn’t actually look pleased with his choice of bride. Jake stood behind you as your parents weren’t on Pandora, nor would they ever be, his arms also raised in blessing as Toruk Makto. And Spider, not to be forgotten, stood as tall as a four-year-old could between you and Tsu’tey, a chubby hand raised high on either one of your shins, which had caused a few chuckles when he had escaped Neytiri and come to join you all. Before all of the clan, you and Tsu’tey exchanged vows to honor, protect, and love each other even after death until Eywa was no more, promising to remain steadfast and faithful during both good and bad times and to never give up on each other. Spider agreed full heartedly to more chuckles. Jake and Ateyo, Tsu’tey’s father produced cloths of green and gold and red and tied of your and Tsu’tey’s palms together after a cut was made on each of you, your blood mixing together as it would, should you eventually decide to have biological children, in the future. Then, Arvok, Tsu’tey’s younger brother who had been stood behind his parents, produced both a drinking gourd and a small loaf of bread, which you and your groom shared, having to placate your son when he wanted some too. Your muntxatan, your husband – Tsu’tey was now your spouse, you thought gleefully – the beautiful, wonderful man that he was, gave a small bite to the young boy with a grin, cheeks coloring slightly as you beamed at him, eyes becoming shiny with happy tears.

Finally, your union was sealed with a kiss and the Tsahìk concluded the wedding rites, the clan erupting into loud ovations, cheering and whooping noisily.

It was a bit of a blur after that.

Feasting and dancing and kissing. Those you remembered… partially. And lots of congratulations sent yours and Tsu’tey’s way. Spider was fed, eating from both your meal and your muntxatan’s and eventually taken off to bed in the nearby shack specifically made for him to be close by for your and Tsu’tey’s benefit by an amorous Trudy and Norm who had promised you both to make sure the four-year-old was watched over for the night. When the moons were at their highest points, you and your love slipped away to head to the Tree of Voices for the last step.

Giggling, hand-in-hand, you went together under the lilac glowing tree and sighed, kissing and touching upon each other in chaste ways, though you knew it would become filthy shortly. He led you to a secluded little alcove and pulled you down onto your knees, his breath washing over your face as he took you in.

“You are so beautiful, Yawntutsyìp,” he whispered to you before leaning in nuzzle his cheek against your own, marking you with his scent. “And you are all mine.” You nodded, rubbing against him in turn and breathing in his scent deeply, trying to tattoo it into your senses and never let him go. Then his lips turned towards you, and he kissed you, softly at first before the hunger set it. Then, he seemed set to devour you, his tongue plundering your mouth, his sharp teeth nibbling at your lip, his hands grasping tightly at you and not wanting to release you. But you were just as bad, moving your mouth from his and down to his neck, nibbling, kissing, and sucking upon his skin there, determined to leave marks for all to see tomorrow and feeling yourself get wet as he panted and moaned for you, fingers greedily digging into your hips and thighs. When you began to massage him through his loincloth, feeling him harden beneath your five-fingered touch, his control began to snap. “Yawntutsyìp, rutxe nìtam, new oe nga,” he begged.

You chuckled to yourself and pulled away from him, pouting as he desperately pulled your chest covering away, a few of the strands breaking and the beads scattering over the ground in his haste to bare your skin to his gaze, only to whine as his lips secured themselves around one of your nipples.

You moaned his name and allowed your fingers to busy themselves with removing the feathers from his braids as he suckled upon you like a babe trying to nurse, his teeth skittering the edge of your nipples and sending little thrills of pain-pleasure through your senses. When there was no more plumage to remove from his scalp, your fingers trailed down his striped back to the base of his spine and your gently wrapped your fingers around the base of his tail. He stiffened as you found a cluster of nerves there and pressed ever so gently, causing his cock to pulse where it pressed into your leg.

“Syor. I have you,” you teased him.

He nipped at your nipple in response before lowering his body further down yours and making short work of your own loincloth and baring you to his gaze entirely. He growled, hungrily, “Mowan, yawntutsyìp.” He lowered his mouth to your cunt and licked up the seam of your lower lips and groaned. “Kalin… better than anything I have ever tasted.” He then gently delved two fingers inside of you, feeling your inner walls contract tightly around the intruding digits as he lapped at the sensitive bud above and set a deliberately slow rhythm to tease you and heighten your need. Your hips began to rock up into his touch and his tongue, forcing his other hand to press down on your hip and restrict you from bruising his face. He chuckled at your needy whine. “Syor, yawntutsyìp. I have you,” he threw back at you.

You flipped him off the human way, earning an eyeroll before he began to suck on your clit.

You came quickly after that, his fingers curling in just the right way to have your torso going rigid, toes curling as your orgasm washed over you like a wave at the beach. Your jaw went slack and your mouth opened with a blissful moan as you rode the waves of pleasure that radiated from your core at Tsu’tey’s behest.

The male Na’vi eased away from your lower half and then leaned over you, enticing you to kiss him and taste yourself upon his tongue. You moaned and clung to him with one hand, the other working him free of his loincloth. He was hot as the center of a roaring fire and as hard as stone in your hand. He groaned as you stroked him and silently begged you for mercy, nipping at your lower lip. You spread your legs further and guided him to your entrance. He slid his cockhead agonizingly slowly against your core, gathering your wetness and coating himself with the proof of your want for him. You met his gaze and nodded, drawing one of your legs over his hip and slotting him where you needed him most.

The air punched out of your lungs as your cunt stretched to accommodate Tsu’tey’s girth, a groan escaping you as your slick, tight heat enveloped his thick cock. “~Oh, fuck~,” you whined, accidently slipping into English. “~So big. Give me a second. ~”

Tsu’tey smirked, chest puffing up slightly in masculine pride, even as he rolled his hips to ease himself slowly but surely further inside of your channel. Balancing on his elbows, he buried his head into your neck as his pelvis finally became flush with yours, your slick dribbling out of you and down his balls, reveling in the bliss of being connected with you in such a way and allowing your body to get used to your intrusion. When you began to move beneath him, he carefully slid back a bit before driving back inside of you. You gasped at the sensation, better than anything you might have felt with a human. Perhaps it was because he was so big. Or maybe it was because you truly loved him. You met each of his thrusts with a roll of your own hips, soft cries coming from your throat as your pleasure began to mount again. You grasped onto his back and accidently scored his back with red welts when you raked down his spine, your core pulsing where they were joined; you knew your orgasm was fast approaching.

Your muntxatan’s breaths were harsh by your ear, his hips wildly shoving into your as he neared his own end. You felt incredible, pleasure coursing through your veins like pulses of fiery heat and you could feel the coil inside your belly building a climax by winding tighter and tighter within you.

You locked your ankles at the small of his back to deepen the angle, crying out, “Tsaheylu, please. Oh, ma Eywa! Kehe ftang and make tsaheylu with me!”

He grunted and jerked his head to bring his kuru over his shoulder. Reaching for yours, the pink tendrils seemed to strain towards one another and then your pleasure doubled, and you climaxed with a cry, head thrown back, face contorting into a scream of ecstasy, your core squeezing the cock within you like a vice. His hips faltered and he came within your walls with a burst, a groan spilling from his lips as he shoved his pelvis as tightly against yours as possible, his seed discharging within your depths in thick spurts. You could feel his pleasure echoing back at you and shivered as he nestled into your side, his arms giving out finally. With sweat soaked limbs, you snuggled your face against his forehead, kissing him between the eyes and panting heavily as your orgasms ran its course.

“We are now one,” Tsu’tey whispered, his breath fanning over your breast. “We are mated before Eywa for all of eternity.”

You giggled, teasing, “Can’t get rid of me now.”

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Originally Posted: 13 February 2024 Word Count: 2,268

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[lotomber]

INCUBUS BSD MEN x virgin needy fem reader 😉😊😀

Just saying...you can do whatever you want with that...but...

please add chuuya ❤️

Incubus! Chuuya just makes me feel things😳😵 so I just thought about making a threesome with Incubus! Dazai.🫣

Deviant night!

Pairing: Incubus! Chuuya x Incubus! Dazai x Virgin Fem! Reader

Warning: Nsfw, Dub-con, Threesome, their bite has the effect of aphrodisac , slight mentions of Blood, Degradation, Oral, pussy slapping, anal, piv, double penetration, mdni, not proof read

It was finally the end of the semester exams so your friends decided to go clubbing you were not really the party type of person cause you find them tiring but for once you agreed to go with them. The place was full of people dancing intimately with each other with a lingering scent of sex and alcohol. After dancing for a while with your friends you went to have some drinks. As you sat there waiting for your drink, two man came and sat besides you "Seems like you came here to enjoy with your friends!" said the brown haired man, he had chocolaty brown orbs with long lashes and beautiful face. He was accompanied by a shorter handsome man with red hair and deep blue eyes. You were awe struck by their captivating appearance.

"Ah yes, our exam finished today so my friends wanted to celebrate." you replied swirling the drink in your glass.

"Hmm but it doesn't seem like you're enjoying yourself that much?" said the redhead.

"Oh! By the way I'm Dazai and this here is Chuuya, you can also call him doggy if you want to."

"Oi who the hell are you calling doggy you stupid freak!" you couldn't help but chuckle a bit seeing them bicker.

"I'm (name) Seems like you both are good friends" you said sipping your drink.

"Hell no! hmm let's just say this chuuya here is a colleague of mine."

"So you came here to have some drinks with your colleague?"

"Hmm no but we both do come regularly here. But you still haven't answered our question, you don't seem to be enjoying here as much as your friends?"

"Ahh does it seem that way to you? It's just that I don't usually come to places like this so I feel a bit awkward."

"Well there's nothing there to be awkward about here. It's just a club where people come to mingle and enjoy themselves. A perfect place for night! But if you want we can show you something more fascinating" Chuuya leaned closer to you whispering the last part in your ear. You gulped a bit "What do you mean by fascinating?"

"Oh cm'on Darling we both know that you're not that naive! you very well understand what we mean." Yes you very well understood what they meant. You should've refused but maybe it was the alcohol acting up in your system or it was just something so alluring and bewitching about them that you ignored the dangerous glint in their eyes and agreed to them.

Both Chuuya and Dazai are incubus and feed on the sexual energy of humans, a club is the perfect place for them to find their prey and feast on them on a daily basis. But since the moment you entered the club, both of them had their eyes on you cause they sensed you were a virgin and it's rare to find a virgin to feed on so despite their aversion to each other they both agreed to share you.

After that you don't really remember how y'all ended up in a hotel room, the only thing you could feel at the moment were their gentle yet firm touches on your body making you crave for more. As you felt dazai's tongue clashing with yours for dominance while chuuya striped you naked, spreading your legs apart. You twitch a bit as you felt the cold air on your bare pussy but chuuya's grip on your legs remain firm as he leaves dark red and purple hickies on your thighs moving towards your core. You groan as dazai suddenly bares his fang deep in your shoulders as your blood trickles down but instead of pain you felt a sudden rush of heat throughout your body as your breathe gets heavier. You try to clamp your thighs on chuuya as you felt your core aching for a release.

"Tch Doll don't be so impatient we are just get started or are you just a desperate little slut?"

"Mm..m No I..I ahh~" you were cut off by dazai as he starts biting and nibbling your nipple, while kneading your other tit a bit forcefully. You let out a sultry moan as you finally felt chuuya's tongue on your dripping pussy.

"Ahh f..fuck doll you taste so ravishing" he mercilessly starts sucking and slurping your pussy. While Dazai rams his cock in your mouth, you gag on his length struggling to take him fully. He grips yours hair thrusting his length to the back of throat in a to and fro motion as you suck him. You couldn't help but squirm as chuuya suck and glides his fangs on your bud but dazai keeps you in place while shoving his length. Tears fell down your cheeks from the continuous stimulation and as dazai keeps shoving his cock deep bruising your throat. You felt him throbbing in your mouth as he lets out low groans and grunts, cumming in your mouth as you swallow his thick, hot seeds. After a while you also came squirting all over chuuya's mouth as he let out a satisfying moan.

You pant heavily as chuuya pulls you in his lap your back on his chest supporting and helping you calm down from your high. You were still feeling the effect of dazai's bite as you try to rub your hips on chuuya's length trying to gain some friction.

"Hngh You are just a needy slut aren't you! All desperate to whore herself out." You felt your pussy throbbing and getting more aroused from how chuuya degraded you.

"Ha ha Looks like this whore really does like to be humiliated huh" the brunette said as he spread apart your legs aligning his cock on your wet entrance. You mewl and whine as he grinds his tip on your folds.

"Ahh Mmm please d..don't tease me I..I can't take it"

"Oh princess then tell us what you want, beg for it like the desperate slut you are!" Your could have never expected yourself doing something like this but right now you were just desperate to be relieved from this agonizing pain in your cunt.

"P...please i...i want you" you whisper as you tried to hide your embarrassment. Dazai slaps your pussy hard "Say it loudly princess or else you won't get what you want" slap* slap*

" Ahh Ahh w..wait I...please I beg you please fuck me" not waiting anymore dazai slides his cock in your pussy slowly stretching you out. You whine and moan all while adjusting to his length. Dazai's eyes roll back as he grunts keeping your thighs open with a hard grip. As dazai bottoms out chuuya lifts your hips a bit adjust his length on your butt hole.

"I can't take two of you!" you try to protest but chuuya's grip remain firm on your body.

"Oh don't worry you can take it doll, We'll make sure you do!" your weight fell on chuuya as you felt his and dazai's cock barging in your butt hole and pussy at the same time.

"f..fuck ease up a bit darling, you're squeezing too hard does it feel that good?"

"I..I can't help ittt" you let out a dragged moan as chuuya bounces you on his lap all while dazai thrusting in you at the same time. Chuuya leaves wet kisses all over your nape as both of them mercilessly rails you. Neither of them had the marcy or patience to slow down as they kept fucking you with such vigor. You felt the heat in your abdomen as the knot breaks and you come undone all over both of them. You kept chanting their name like a mantra as they kept fucking you through your orgasm. You felt your vision blurring and your body melting from all the overstimulation, you couldn't comprehend what was happening anymore and you were just scared from how good it felt! Soon you felt their cock throbbing as they filled both your holes with their hot cum. You went limp as both them halted their movements only to start moving again.

"n..no please no more I can't" you beg them to stop as they just turn deaf to your pleas.

"Shh darling just relax, and let us ruin you!"

[henrioo]

°•*⁀➷ YOU'RE TOO SWEET FOR ME: KILLER

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "Only him, with his sweet silence, sweet touch and sweet love would convince you to open your heart. He was sweet for his own good... At least he was for you"

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : Male! Reader (can be trans or not), gay relationship, homo relationship, cannon au (so pirates duh), some mention about short duration relationships, mentions about lies and promises about relationships, some cool guy trying to rizz the reader (and failing), nothing really triggering

꒰ WC ꒱ : 1,3k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : I wrote that when I was trying to get back on writing, it was from days ago now, it's not one of my best works but is sweet enough to make me actually like this one. Still in my fight of getting back on writing again so pls have patience with me. Fem, blank blogs and no pronouns = block

You continued drying the glasses behind the counter, while a young boy leaned against it. Big smile, shirt open to show a little of his chest and sleeves rolled up to show off his muscular arms, well-groomed hair and clean clothes. He was here sweet talking and hitting on you a while ago, what was his name again? You didn't make a point of keeping it in your memory.

"You know darling... I'm just trying to say that I know lots of ways we can have fun together" He said looking at you seductively and you held yourself back from looking at him with disgust. That wouldn't be good for business.

"Well you see... I'm a little..." You were cut off when the bar doors opened with some force, it was still early and the place was empty. Besides, of course, the flirty guy.

There he was. A man taller and stronger than anyone else on this island, long blonde hair was on his back, the white helmet with blue stripes prevented anyone from knowing his true intentions while leaving a deadly aura. The soldier of the massacre, one of the worst generation pirates, first mate of a famous pirate crew... Killer.

The man who was flirting with you straightened up and stopped talking, he now seemed nervous and uncomfortable. Of course yes, he could have sweet words but nothing more than that, no one on this island had enough strength to go against the pirates who arrived at the port a few days ago. That's why all the civilians were being cautious, trying their best not to get into trouble, there were no marines on this island and no one wanted to end up dead for angering a dangerous pirate.

“Welcome” You said, and now the smile on his face seemed a little more genuine.

The pirate didn't answer you, he just walked closer to the counter. The way he towered over you and the other man was somehow overwhelming, although you weren't scared by it.

"Are you busy?" He said, a serious tone that could have sounded like a threat, although you knew it was his calm voice.

You looked at the other man, the flirty idiot, silently asking what his next move would be. Would he fight for his right to flirt with you? Of course not, he immediately swallowed deeply and ran out of the bar, not bothering to say goodbye to you. How embarrassing...

"I hope I'm not scaring your clients," Killer said as he sat down at the counter.

"You guys definitely are, no one wants to come over for a drink and risk running into the infamous Kid Pirates" You smiled at him, joking about the situation, then filled a glass with beer, added a straw and offered it to him. "You came back."

“Good for me, less annoying drunks to deal with” he huffed accepting the glass, after a few seconds of drinking through the straw he looked at you. Although you couldn't see his eyes, you knew he was looking at you deeply. "I said I would come back."

“You said,” You smiled, cheeks hot as you turned away, pretending to organize plates, glasses, and other things, just to avoid looking at him.

"So? Do you have your answer?" He said as he rested his arms on the counter.

“I…” You bit your lip nervously. You had been working as a bartender for many years, your uncle was old and could no longer take care of the bar so this became your job.

You learned to appreciate the bar over time, it was tiring, but you lived your little adventure here. Among the drunk locals and visitors you were able to hear stories, meet people and discover islands. It was like traveling without leaving your place, you met a lot of people, you even made some friends, you had some passions, but you knew that all the visitors would leave. This made you not get lost in promises and sweet words, you needed something stable, someone who would always be with you regardless of the situation... And not promises without truths.

Of course, this fell apart when Killer arrived, his carefree manner, his acidic humor, his responsibility and independence. He was a man like no other, just a light laugh from him or a touch from his calloused hands could make you sleepless for hours. It even seemed like a joke the way he was able to disarm you so easily, he spoke so little and wore a mask that prevented you from seeing his face, how did he have so much power over you?!

And it turned out that you weren't the only one interested, it seemed that the blonde had also paid a lot of attention to you in the last few days. Everything he did with you was more than purposeful, the flirtations too subtle to leave you confused, the touches that seemed accidental, even when he stayed with you until the end of the night and took you to his house. All this just to be able to approach you subtly and not make you run away from him.

And it worked... Well, for the most part, since two days ago, when he admitted that he was very interested in you and would like to go on a date, you simply froze. White head, dry throat, limp body, it was as if you had forgotten how to act like a functional human! You weren't a child! You had already dealt with romance before, so how was it possible for him to completely dismantle you? Passing through all your barriers without any effort!

In the end you asked for some time to consider the request, for the two days you wondered if he would really come back... Maybe it was just a joke? Would he change his mind? You were nervous about all the possibilities. However, as soon as you saw him entering the bar, just like he always did, sitting and talking to you... his body found peace.

You weren't nervous anymore, your heart wasn't beating strangely anymore, you felt light and a little dizzy. You felt safe next to him... This was so embarrassing because because they were internal reactions he wasn't even able to see what he was doing to you!

"Then?" You could almost hear his smile, damn proud bastard, he always knew what his answer was, didn't he?

"Well..." You turned around, crossing your arms and trying to go back to being the harsh and aggressive man that some knew you to be. "If you're determined to tarnish your reputation as a fearsome pirate by going out with some random man who owns a bar..."

"An extremely attractive man" He corrected you and you swallowed deeply.

"Right, with an extremely attractive man like me... I couldn't pass you up and turn down that compliment..." You smiled looking at him.

"Lucky me" He stood up "And a shame for you, because when I like someone I'm not letting them go so easily..."

"Oh yeah? That would be a problem... After all, I live here and you're leaving in a few days" You said. Although this was a strange feeling for you, this had never happened before with any other lover, you had never wanted to leave everything behind and run away with someone. But with Killer you wanted it.

"No problem... I'm a pirate, I can just rob you" He said confidently.

"It's not stealing if I agree to go along, right?" You said, getting out from behind the counter and walking over to him.

"No... But what fun is it to say that you came of your own free will?" He said amusedly as he ran his hand around your waist and moved to your back, gently guiding you to get closer to him. You just laughed letting him guide you, it seemed like now you were going to have adventures again, but this time not stuck behind a bar counter. No, no... You will now experience them personally, with someone very interesting by your side.

[passionateseadruid]

Snake King’s Bride 2

The Meeting

Say hello to my intersex Imp Styx. As I'm sure many of you know the evenly stripe horns are indicative of male Imps and the thin strips white are Female. And also my hellhound Pluto. Also Vagqie is 5'4 and when lucifer met her they were about the same height; but also keep in mind that he was wearing heals (that's canon, like it's in the episode). Finally, I can't believe that he has a nose

When you woke up you were still in the old wedding dress and heals. The veil had fallen from your head, you had slid it back on and flipped the veil back over your face. Whatever brought you here isn't going to get to have you so easily.

You wandered around to the halls of the place you fell into. They were red with gold columns lining every few feet. The walls were lined with apples and the columns were accentuated with what appeared to be snakes coiling around them. "Whoever designed this place needs to be fired."

On the other side of the palace, in the thrown room, Lucifer was panicking. 

"Okay! Everything's going to be fine!"

A little Imp wants in. They were taller than most Imps and had big horns that curled inward towards each other like a heart. Their hair was slip down the middle. White on the left to match the male Imp horn that was slightly bigger than the one on the right; which was female in origin with black hair that was almost tinted dark blue from some angles.

"Styx! Did you get everything set up?" Lucifer asked panic evident on his face.

"Yes sire!" They saluted him. They stood at about 4'11 and wore black leather pants, a short burgundy corset, and a white shirt with long sleeve frilly.

"Good! good."

"Sire. It might be a good idea to take off your ring as to not scare or confuse the young miss."

"Oh! Yeah, I guess." He slid off the ring that had matched Lilith's. The first time he'd taken it off in seven years. "Can I really do this Styx?" 

"Well it is up to you, but if you want you could let her go."

"But then I'd be alone again."

"I suppose so Sire."

Lucifer looked down at his ring again and materialized a black box to slip the circlet if gold into. "I can do this, somehow I know it."

You hadn't gotten very far in your expedition of the strange new place you'd found yourself in. You found a library though which was good. Always good to have a place to hide. Eventually a small fluffy creature resembling a bull dog. She had grey fur and wore a loose black dress that went down to her knees, with a red wine colored bodice. She was only 4 and a half feet tall.

"Good evening my lady." She curtsies and you awkwardly due the same. "Please my lady. Don't feel the need to bow at me. Please follow me to the thrown room."

"Thrown room?"

She sighed. "Yes. Where the king is." She looked back at you and saw you planted firmly in place. "Come on!" she motions for you to follow.

"What's going on? Where am I? Who are you? What was with the spooky fiery rift in space back in the store?"

"Are you serious right now? You sold yourself to the king of hell. Don't play dumb and pretend like you have no idea what's going on. And what's with the wedding dress? Do you actually think the king would choose some lowly human like you?"

"I'm sorry I seem to have misheard you. I thought you said the king of hell."

"I did."

"...hell? ...as in-"

"Lucifer yes." She cut you off.

"There has to be a mistake! I didn't sell my soul to him! I shouldn't be here!"

"You wouldn't be here if you didn't."

'Maybe I can convince him to let me go. He can take Regan or Kaitlyn, I don't care!'

"Head inside." The bulldog ordered.

"May I please have your name."

"Pluto."

"I hope you have a good day Pluto." 

You walked into the room. 

"Darling!" A short man ran up to you and pulled you into his embrace. You struggled as best you could but his grip was firm and unrelenting. "Sorry, to tight?" He lessens his grip and you shirk away.

"Please don't touch me. We don't know each other."

"Oh of course! My apologies. Lucifer Morningstar, your new husband~" 

"What? No... um I think there's been some mistake. I don't belong here."

"Of course you do! You're going to be my bride! That little bug wouldn't have dressed you up like this if you weren't the one intended to be my new wife!"

"But I didn't exactly want that to happen."

"Well you're here now so you might as well make the most of it!" He cheered coming closer to you.

"Wouldn't you rather have someone who wants to be with you? I'm sure there's plenty of goth girls or satanists who would kill to get this opportunity."

"Ugh. You know you humans are really ignorant. Him and I aren't the same. Neither are I and Beelzebub."

"Okay...?"

"That's not important right now." He came even closer and you back into the door. He grabbed the bottom of your veil and you snatched his wrist.

"Doll..." He sounded serious. "Show me your face."

"No thank you."

"Sorry Doll but that wasn't a request." He yanked out of your grip and took your veil off with him. "There! That wasn't so hard, was it?"

You backed up as close to the wall as you could and actually got a look at him. He was about 5'4 and had platinum blond hair. His eyes seemed to glow piss yellow while his pupils were blood red. He wore a white suit with a pink and white stripped vest underneath. His books were black as were his hands though you weren't sure if those were gloves or his actual hand color. 'but he's so pale.'

"Hm? Take a picture it'll last longer~" You rolled your eyes. "You know darling if you're so interested in my hands I can give you a demonstration of what they can do~" Your face heated at his words, and the face that he brought one of his hand up to his mouth in a V shape and licked his lips.

"Why me?"

"Because you put on my ring!"

"But I didn't know what I was doing! Why not choose someone who knows what they're agreeing to?"

"I want you Doll. You're beautiful and my heart is calling out to you. The moment I saw you for the first time in that store i knew I needed you. Come on! We have a Wedding to plan! I'm thinking next month."

"Next Month?!"

"I know it's far off but We'll need to give our guests time to prepare gifts and of course we'll need time to send out the invitations."

"Well I was thinking of more of an August wedding. But eleven months is basically a year and I'm sure it'll still be warm in hell in September so... maybe we should make it a year from now?" Your voice grew meeker as you spoke. "It would also give us a year to get to know each other."

"If I make it a year from now will you be willing to marry me?" He asked excitedly.

"Um maybe?"

"Good enough for me! Come on then! you're probably tired and you'll want to get out of this old thing."

He takes your hand and leads you through the palace.

"Mr. Morningstar?"

"Call me Lucifer! You'll be a Morningstar soon! I suppose I'll have to talk to heaven about turning you immortal. Charlie had begged me for siblings when she was younger, so I'm glad to finally be able to fulfil that."

"Lucifer, I think that we should stay in separate rooms."

"What? But why?" He whined.

"We just met." 'and your the devil.' "And I'm rather traditional." 'No I'm not but you don't need to know that.'

"Alright if that's what you wish Darling."

"And one more thing. Wouldn't it be so romantic if our first kiss was the one we shared on our wedding day?"

"Ooooohh! Like the ones in those romance novels that are so popular on earth!" She squeaked. 

"Yeah... like those."

"Well here we are! It's the best guest room in the place! I'll have Styx put on some new warm sheets on the bed and I'll get you some clothes. You probably want to go take a bath."

"Um I'm good I'll shower in the morning."

"Nonsense Doll. Unless this is a backhanded way to invite me to join you~"

"I'll go take a shower ON MY OWN!" You said running out of the bedroom.

"What am I going to do?

After your shower you cracked the door and looked down to find a pile of clothes and no Lucifer in sight. You changed into them and found the shirt tight on you and the thong given to you a bit too revealing for your taste. "What am I going to do? I can't walk out there and show everyone everything."

"Yeah, I'd prefer this all saved for my eyes only." Lucifer's voice called from behind you.

"Ah! What are you doing in here?"

"Just admiring the view." he slowly gazed up and down at you tracing the curves of your body.

"May I please have something that actually fits me?" You rolled your eyes and your arms came up to cover your chest.

"Fine..." He huffed annoyed. "But I think the size of my old shirt looks cute on you." He snapped his fingers and the shirt grew so long it basically became a night gown. 

"Is this really okay to do to your clothes?"

"It's an old shirt I don't wear anymore."

"This thong better not have belonged to your kid."

"No! no. nonononono! It was uh, my ex-wife's."

"Oh. That's a bit weird isn't it?"

"I'll take you out shopping for clothes tomorrow, but for tonight you can either use those or go commando. I know which option I'd rather see~"

"Goodnight Lucifer!" You pushed him out of the room.

"Goodnight Darling!"

'What am I going to do?' You thought.

[ja3hwa]

Congratulations on 3K my love, it's rightfully early and I'm so happy to be a moot and read your talented writing.

Can I please request...Jongho and the prompts:

52: Maybe you should just give up

23: I can't wait to take this off you

Thank you lovely!!

Prompts : As Listed Above^^

【sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs】 : Running for most of the night, you seek a safe haven from a sweet stranger. The only thing is, he wasn't such a stranger by the end of the night.

『ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ』 :  5.96k

-> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Smut, Fake Angst, Fluff.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: (FreedomFighter) Criminal!Jongho x Runaway!Reader (She/Her Female Anatomy Used)

[ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs] : Dystopian world. LORE ACCURATE! Jongho is viewed as a criminal, but he's more of an anarchist. Making out. Dry humping. Knife play. Lingerie. Unprotected sex. Swearing. Pet names. Fake names. Run in with the law. Criminal activity. Big beefy Jongho. Fake non-con (dub-con)Nipple play. Use of the word slut. Pussy torture. Mention of subspace. Climaxing without penetration. Crying (slight dacryaphilia). Ripping of clothing. Sir kink. Mean-ish Dom/sub dynamics. Multiple orgasms.

Note : I went a little overboard with this one, and I have no clue why. It just kinda grabbed a hold of me. But I hope you enjoy it, my darlings ♡♡

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You ran. As fast as your legs could take you. Running through the quiet streets, the moon only just lighting your way. Your hand gripped the poles to a barrier of some kind, pulling yourself up with momentum before not so gracefully swinging over the barbed fencing. You didn’t look back, not wanting to see how close the two very ample men chased you. You swore over and over in your head as you thought for a second about which direction will shake them from your tail. In truth, this was completely your fault. You had to open your stupid mouth about freedom and down with the government towards one of those freaky men in all white. And now he called his hounds on you. Typical. Two very shivery-looking cops. Pigs….

“Shit…” You mumbled finding yourself in a dead end, not knowing what to do. That was until your eyes spotted a glint of light, a mechanic shop that seemly was still open. Better that than getting caught. You thought, jogging over, making sure no one spots you. There was a car covered in a tarp in the centre of the shop floor, with tools and machines scattered around it. Who would be working on a customer's car this late? Another thought wondered in your mind as you tilted your head to the right slightly. You walked carefully through the shop, past all the tools. Making sure not to hit the car on the way through. You notice a door in the back, thinking the worker was possibly behind it. A decision came to mind, knock and ask nicely for the worker to help, or… force them to help you. 

God, when did you become such a bad person? Forcing someone into helping you? How could you even begin to think of such a thing? 

“Is there a reason why a cute thing like yourself is doing in my shop late at night?” A deep voice echoed around you, making your body shiver and your brain near short circuit. Turning quickly you see a man standing next to the covered car, leaning against it with his large arms crossed. You go to open your mouth when your eyes glance over the piece of the cloth on the car that was tugged upwards from the strange man leaning against it. That when you noticed what type of car it was…. it was.

“Are you going to answer me or am I gonna have to arrest you and ‘terrogate it out of you?” His accent caught you off guard, making you take a step back almost bumping into a rack of equipment. The blue and red stripes that decorate the car, and the badge that hangs on his pants just hiding under his mechanic jacket.

“You’re a…” Your eyes were glued to his badge. He took notice, looking down himself with a sly smirk. His hand pulls his jacket up so he could pull the badge off his belt.

“A cop?” He tilted his head while waving the gold emblem in your face slightly. You felt your throat go dry, not only had you spent the last hour running from cops, but now you had run straight into the lion's den. Your doe eyes scattered around the room, trying to look for a way out and before you could notice, the strange tall man stepped towards you. His tongue clicks, scanning your features. You were definitely beautiful and… different. He has never met a woman in trouble with the law before. So, of course, you intrigued him. “Maybe you should stop running. Or I might just cuff you and make you give up.”

You visibly gulped, feeling so small in power compared to him. Your eyes snapped from his to gaze down his broad body towering over you. You can smell his vanilla musk cologne making your head spin in the best way. You were falling slowly into his seductive trap and he was excited about it.

“You’re not a typical cop…” You scanned the badge a little more intensely and notice the number on it was forged. A very good one at that but no good enough to fool someone like you. It finally clicked in your head who he could be. You’ve heard about a group of criminals as the government calls them. But they were more like freedom fighters, anarchists…. So He was a good guy? Right?

“No, I’m not.” He chuckled darkly, feeling himself go crazy at the innocence that spilled off your tongue. You were like a little bunny, running right into a wolf trap. Scared but just as intrigued as him.

“I think she went this way!!” A loud voice echoed into the shop, making you start to panic. You needed to leave, to hide. Maybe run? The man in front of you suddenly took a step back, walking quickly over to the door to what you thought was an office. He tilted his head with a hurried ‘in here’. you moved into the room seeing it was in fact an office, but there was a little couch that had seemly been turned into a bed. It was messy, papers scattered everywhere, but you couldn’t care about anything at the moment, only worrying about the actual cops that had been chasing you for most of the night.

Two guards stop outside the shop, inspecting it. But before they could enter any further, your stranger stepped out. “Can I help you, boys?” He chucked a have-ass smile while rubbing his hands against a dirty oil.

“Who are you?” “Where’s Mr Alexander..” “You’re not the normal mechanic.” “Have you seen a woman run past here?”

“Guys, chill. I’m John.” The stranger that seemed to be named John, shook his head trying to calm the pigs down. “Alex is sick currently so I’ve taken over.” he gave both men a devilish smile, seemingly making both men calm down. He then directed them in a direction towards the far city border, saying he did hear some faint women's voice echoing down those particular streets. And so, off they went, disappearing into the night. 

“John huh…” You spoke, leaning against the door frame seeing the men have finally left and you were in the clear. John turned around and rubbed the back of his neck slightly giving you a softened look.

“Actually John is not my name. But I don’t need them knowing who I really am.”

You took a step forward, nodding a bit, while crossing your arms in front of your chest almost like you were trying to protect yourself. you held off your question for a moment watching as he took a step forward, inching ever closer to you. Like it was an unspoken rule to be close to one another. Like a pull of some sort, making sure neither of you were too far from the other.

“Then what do I call my saviour then?” you tried to laugh a little in order to make light of your awkwardness. Which seemed to work as he too laughed slightly. 

“Jongho….Choi Jongho…”His gummy smile made your heart flutter.

“Cute.” You spoke without thinking suddenly catching yourself out. “I-uh… I…” You couldn’t even finish your sentence, mind completely going blank. He seemed to notice, taking another step forward, daring his chances. He wants to see how close he could exactly get to you. And with every short step, it's proven you aren't afraid of him. In fact it seemed like you were more enticed, slipping into a slumber of calmness around both of you.

“Not as cute as yours is, I assume.” He pushed even further noticing a blush paint your features, decorating your precious ears. You didn’t notice at first, but his body was almost flushed against yours. But neither of you felt the need to move away from one another. Like you two had spent forever being close and never apart. His hands dared to touch you, wanting to feel the softness of your skin. 

“My name is…” His eyes drew to your lips as you spoke your name.

“Like I thought…” His fingers, grabbed a piece of hair that layed on your face, pushing it behind your ear “Cute.” Jongho said, a sly grin spreading across his face. He was all sharp angles, his jaw looking like it was carved from steel. Even his eyes looked so harsh as he stared down at you. The world around you seemed to disappear like all the wrongs and time have stopped.

His eyes grew darker, feeling a sense of need or want. He needed to touch you and wanted to have you. A shiver threatened to wrack your body at the way his lips wrapped into a smile of affirmation, the hint of warmth and lust seeping into his tone. It was enough to have sparks flaring to your core, but you tamped them down immediately, your face trying to remain unphased.

Jongho’s grin ticked up higher as he could somehow read your thoughts, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he held a hand out to you, before whispering to you, “Come with me,” he murmured, the snap of a command in his tone.

Nervously, you slid your fingers into his grasp, feeling the callouses of his palm rub against the smoothness of your own. Another shiver slipped down your spine. Your legs felt weak beneath your weight and before you could stop yourself, you stumbled slightly as he pulled you along towards the back room. 

Once inside he pulled you close to himself, letting your hands fall to press against his chest, feeling his firm muscles beneath his jacket. His arms went around your waist, steadying you and drawing you closer. Looking up into Jongho’s face, you caught him staring down at you with hunger. Heat began to rise in your tummy, your body catching on before your mind. Leaning further against his chest without another thought. You were lost in his touch, his scent, but a moment later, his voice interrupted your staring.

“Didn’t think a woman who ran like you did to get here would be so unsteady on her feet,” Jongho murmured, a teasing smirk curling the corner of his mouth. Locking your knees, you try to make sure you didn’t stumble again. His sharp eyes were watching you closely, a smile so mischievous, his white teeth flashing making you gulp in anticipation. 

“You know I couldn’t help but think the moment I saw you tonight was how I can’t wait to take this off you.” He spoke his lustful promise in a deep tone while his fingers dance along the fabric of your top. Then he grabbed you suddenly, pulling you into his arms again. You fell into him, pressing flush against his body and feeling the bulge of his erection against your stomach. “Should I show you now—spread you out and make you cum on my cock on my office table?”

You gasped in irony, spitting out, “You wouldn’t dare.” Jerking a hand free in a cheeky manner from where he’d pinned them to your sides. Jongho smiled slowly, his expression all teeth and hunger as need sparked in his eyes. It seemed he intended to take your words as a challenge because, in the next breath, he was walking you backwards until you hit the office desk with the back of your knees. You didn’t fight against him, letting the lustfulness take hold of you. Wetness pooling between your thighs while you gripped against his muscled chest, your own desire growing with each breath you took.

Your tall stranger reached behind you, pressing his chest to you, his eyes drilling into yours, and cleared off the table with one clean sweep of his arm making papers and whatever else fall off around the room. “Is that a challenge honey? You want me a stranger to take you? Use you? Fuck you nice and hard?” he said, his words rumbling in his chest, the vibration teasing through your body. He had a determined look on his face and, at that moment, you thought he looked a bit like a god himself. He was eternal in your eyes.

“It’s a promise…” You whispered, feeling his gaze sweep down your body, hunger painting his face. Before you could start to squirm and add to your fake protest, he pushed you down on the office counter fully, covering your body with his own, and pressing you into the hardwood. He pinned your hands above your head, his hips settling against yours, his hardness flushing against your softness.

“Just wait and see then my honey—I always keep my promises.” With that, he placed his soft mouth against yours, taking your lips in a fierce kiss.

His lips pressed and tugged on your own, coaxing you with brutal diligence. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth, working you slowly. You gave in to him quickly almost forgetting you were supposed to have resistance from him. Your legs shifted, your knees widening as he slid between them, settling heavily into the cradle of your thighs. His hard, thick cock pressed to your heated core and a breathy moan slipped from your lips before you could stop it. You were lost to sensation, pleasure overwhelming your mind as you melted beneath your oh-so-friendly stranger. The corners of Jongho’s mouth tipped up as he pressed his advantage, grinding his hips into the opening from your thighs, gifting more gasps and moans from you. He slid his hands up from your wrists, tangling with your fingers even as he kept you pinned to the table, his lips working against yours perfectly. He fucked your mouth with his tongue and rocked his cock against your clit, taking possession of your body. 

It felt as though your mind had lost control of your body. Your thighs spreading wider and your knees climbed Jongho’s sides in haste, opening yourself up for him more willingly. Your fingers squeezed his, clinging to him and no longer trying to fight him off―but let's face it you weren't trying that hard to get him off you―. You were lost, your tongue twisted with his, your hips rising off the table to meet his grinding thrusts. Your bodies came together in a lustful and most primal dance. 

You pulled away from him so you could catch your breath, suddenly taking in your surroundings. Your body begged for him, a shiver of anticipation trickling down your spine and heat dripping from your core even as your brain told you to be wary of him. He is a stranger after all and you should always second-guess everything you did. Right? He moved to catch your wrists in one hand again so he could smooth the edge of his thumb down the side of your face, still holding you pinned to the office counter. As you stared up into Jongho’s hard eyes, you could’ve sworn you saw something almost soft in his gaze. It sent your heart thudding in your chest. It was hard enough to resist him when he was a stranger. If he went more soft and tender on you, you knew you’d be lost to him—not just your body, but your heart.

The softness you saw in his eyes moments ago was suddenly replaced with a dark hunger. A cocky smirk swept across his face as he tsked his tongue at you. “You look amazing honey. You know that?” he cheeked. With his free hand, he procured a small letter opener knife, grazing it along your side.

An audible whine sound burst from your mouth, and before you could nit back at him with a cheeky remark, Jongho was slicing through the tight fabric of your shirt, revealing the lingerie you’d worn beneath. It was red and lacy, with lavish silk ribbons holding the delicate material together to hide your most intimate places. Jongho ripped your garment down to your navel, his brown eyes sparkling with an insatiable pride at the sight of your body on display for him.

“Oh, Honey,” he murmured in a low rumbling that went straight to your pussy, making you throb. When his eyes had taken a long perusal of your soft breasts and curved plump waist, Jongho’s gaze returned to yours. “Did you wear this pretty little getup for yourself? Huh?” he asked in a taunting tone. He traced the flat tip of his knife around the edges of your lingerie, your body rioting at the feel of the cold steel against your skin. “or did you think someone was going to peel it off you tonight?”

Your expression hardened into a glare at his question, biting your lip you suddenly lost focus. Dropping the act for a moment you wanted to laugh, forgetting how to respond. “I wanted you to see it…” your mind went fuzzy, making him give you a bright smile, chuckling lightly at your subby tone.

“Baby…You wanna answer that differently?” He had to laugh, the plan you to made completely crumbling. The teasing tone he did went through your body, making your core dampen further.

“I’m sorry sir…” You whine grinding more desperately against him, dropping the act now entirely. You had planned out the evening so differently with Jongho early in the week, talking about wanting to up your sex life and mixing it with your “job” per say. But this was definitely not what you expected. The dominance Jongho showed, blurred your mind and sent you into a space you didn’t know you could enter. A submissive space where you could let Jongho take complete control and care for you.

He flicked his knife, slicing it through the lace covering one of your breasts. He didn’t wait for an answer, instead, he lent down and took your nipple into his warm mouth. Your gasp was seemingly answer enough for him as he growled appreciatively at the feel of you. He teased your nipple into a tight, hardened peak with his tongue and teeth, leaving it and nibbling on your sensitive flesh until you were breathing heavily.

Jongho had tortured your nipple to his satisfaction before he let it fall from his mouth and blew across it, the feeling of his warm breath on your wet, sensitive skin made you shiver in his hold. You wanted to squeeze your thighs together but your lover's hips were still wedged between your legs, his cock twitching against your slit through the layers of your thing joggers. Jongho noticed your body’s reaction to him and he grinned, catching your eye so you could see the spark of amusement in his gaze. He trailed his soft lips across your chest as he used his knife to push away the lace covering your other breast letting your chest free.

“Tell me how wet you are baby.” Jongho growled, his chocolate eyes darkening with intensity as he stared at you. With your hands pinned above your head and your lover wielding a knife, you pressed your lips tightly together trying to hide your desperate whimper. You held Jongho’s gaze, while he chuckled as he dipped his head and took your nipple into his mouth again, delivering the same treatment upon it as he had your other previously. A sharp gasp fell from your lips and your head fell back against the wooden office with a thud. you felt your head spin slightly from the pain but you couldn't care less as his tongue continued to swirl around your sensitive bud. He attacked your soft plump tits with a caringness you’d never known before until meeting him, licking and sucking on your nipples. All you could do was lay there at his mercy, trying not to be too loud in case someone else would hear the breathy moans and hearty gasps that wanted to escape your lips.

By the time he pulled away, a satisfied grin on his face, you were nothing more than a puddle of desire on his friend's office table. Your body was soft and compliant beneath his large frame and it took all your restraint in your foggy brain not to roll your hips against his, seeking the friction from his aching appendage that your weeping pussy so desperately needed.

“Mmm, I’m going to have fun with you, honey.” He rumbled, his deliciously smooth and deep voice settling low in your heated core. He lavished your chest with kisses for a moment. The drag of his jaw sent a delightful shiver down your spine. You couldn’t help yourself, a moan fell from your lips. “Such a filthy little slut, aren’t you?” 

“Please Jongiee” you shot back not bothering to answer him. Your voice was breathier than you could handle not being able to control yourself anymore. He rocked his hips into yours, making your words dissolve into a pathetic moan. He ground his hard length against your dripping core through the layers of your clothes, stoking your pussy against the harsh fabrics. 

“What was that, baby?” he asked teasingly, but yet, an affectionate tone. “You want me to take care of you?”

You had to stop yourself from nodding like an idiot and agreeing with him straight away. But he knew what you wanted, reading you like an open book. Slipping his fingers through your papers, learning each word and chapter writing all over your beautiful body. A satisfied smirk curled on his mouth, the expression so sinful you didn’t know if you wanted to slap him for keeping you waiting or pull him down for a kiss and beg him to fuck you so hard you see stars. Your eyelids fluttered and a soft, gasping moan fell from your lips as pleasure rocked through you.

Jongho knew too well how to work your body up into a frenzy, his hips grinding his hard cock into your dripping pussy while his mouth lavished your nipples with kisses and bites that sent pleasure shooting straight to your core. He toyed with one of your nipples again, furthering his torture on your body. He circled the other nipple with the sharp tip of his knife, sending excited thrills through your body. 

Your pleasure was rising higher and higher, coiling tightly as your legs clung to your lover’s waist and your own hips rose to meet his hard, grinding thrusts. When he rubbed his hard cock against your clit again and sank his teeth into the soft flesh of your breast, your eyes flew open as the tension in your body suddenly snapped. A sharp cry escaped your mouth and your body trembled as you came all over your panties and most lightly your joggers.

You were unravelled, your body quaking and your lips moaning his name like a broken record as your orgasm ripped through you. A sob tore from your throat and tears spilled from your eyes and pleasure overwhelmed your mind. It was too much to comprehend that you had come so hard for him and you both still had most of your clothes on.

“That’s it, such a good girl,” he murmured the soft praise as his grinding hips worked you through the aftershocks of your release. “Such a good little slut for me” He kissed away your stary tear “My Darling,” he said, his voice a low rumble. The possessiveness in his tone washed over you, making your heart thump in agreement.

“My Jongie,” you whispered through swollen lips from his kisses and your crying. His expression softened into a look so pure and vulnerable. You wiggled your hands against his hold until he let you free. Slowly, you brought your arms down and reached for him, cupping his face in both your hands. “Mine,” you said fiercely.

A gentle, genuine smile curved his mouth. “Yours,” he replied before leaning down and placing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. When he pulled away, his voice was gruff with emotion. “I love you.” Before you could respond, he began tearing the clothes from your body, using his knife to rip it to shreds while being careful not to hurt you in the process. Happiness and excitement bubbled up in your chest. You giggled before you could stop yourself, delight soaring through you. 

Something warm and overwhelming filled your heart and you smiled up at your man. “I love you too,” you murmured, reaching your hands out to him. He shed his jacket, tossing it onto the couch beside both of you, before climbing back up your body. You tilted your head into his soothing touch as he stroked your cheek, but were quickly distracted by his shirt, running your hands up his chest to his collarbone. 

Your fingers made quick work of the material as you responded to him. You pushed his shirt off and let your fingers start to explore his bare chest. He was all cut muscle and golden skin. There were scars dotting across his pecs and abdomen from old wounds, and you traced those delicately wishing you could kiss each of them like you have so many times before. Smiling down at you with affection written plainly across his face as he discarded the item on top of his jacket. Ducking down, Jongho dragged his lips slightly over yours in a ghost of a kiss. Grumbling through a smile of your own, you tilted your head, capturing his mouth in a proper kiss. His lips curled in a smile before he devoured you with his kiss, his mouth demanding and possessive as it moved against yours. When he finally pulled away, you were both breathless.

“Ready for my cock, Honey?” Jongho rumbled, grinding his hardness against your dripping pussy through his pants and your leggings. Heat and need coursed through you, your wet folds rubbing against the drenched lace between your legs and the hot, hard length of him. But it wasn’t enough, you needed more. 

“Please Sir pretty please….”

Jongho chuckled, The ruins of your shirt and bra lay in tatters around you, framing your body for his eyes only. “God and here I thought you couldn’t get any more beautiful.” He trailed the edge of his knife down your body, digging into your soft skin but never actually piercing your flesh. The delicious drag of the blade made you shiver, but the loss of contact against your pussy had your mind clearing somewhat but not quite.

Jongho pressed the flat edge of his knife against your clit to let you feel the cold steel against your heated flesh. He grinned down at you, bending down and planting a hand beside your head, watching as pleasure contorted your face. He dragged his knife against your clit, watching as your hips twitched in response. You gasped and writhed beneath Jongho’s knife. He was being so careful, and you were trying not to move too much so you didn’t hurt yourself, but it was too much of a tease for you to control. You needed more. And with a flick of his wrist, Jongho caught the hem of your leggings on the tip of his knife and he sliced through it, baring you finally as he tugged all the broken fabric off you. You whimpered as the cool air of the office brushed against your heated core.

“So beautiful, Honey,” he murmured, his tone adoring as he worshipped you with his eyes. He began dragging his knife along your body, tracing your soft curves slowly. He circled your nipples with the tip of the blade, making you gasp as excitement thrilled through you, shooting directly to your slit and making you throb desperately.

He moved the blade down so he could tease your clit with the blunt edge of the knife. He then slid it through your dripping folds and you fought to hold yourself still when all you wanted was relief. It was blissful torture. Chuckling, Jongho pulled the steel blade away from your throbbing core, holding your gaze as he licked your arousal from the silver edge. For a moment, you were stunned by this man's actions. Your fingers shaking in their eagerness, you reached for Jongho’s belt, undoing it and reaching into his pants to pull out the cock. He was thick and hot in your hands, feeling bigger and heavier now that it was out of his jeans.

You circled your fingers around his girth while he twitched in your hands, making saliva pool in your mouth as you ached to take him down your throat. While you stroked his cock loosely, Jongho hastily threw his knife down beside you and pushed his pants and boxer briefs down his legs, your focus getting distracted when his muscular thighs were revealed to you. You took a moment to appreciate the sight of him, his thick thighs his big, hard cock. His big beefy frame. He leaned down over you, bracing himself on a forearm beside your head. His lips found yours in a kiss while you continued stroking his length, twisting your hand around his tip and smearing his precum down his length until he pulled away with a groan. “Let me inside that sweet pussy, honey,” he rasped, an almost desperate pleading note in his voice.

Moaning and nodding your head, you guided his hard length to your slick folds, rubbing the tip of him through your wet pussy and teasing your clit until you were both panting against each other's lips. Finally, when you couldn’t take it anymore, you pushed the head of his cock at your entrance and his hips pressed forward until his tip drove into your tight heat. You both moaned raggedly, staring into each other's eyes. 

“So fucking tight, Honey, so perfect,” Jongho rasped, dragging his lips across your jaw and planting kisses down your throat. “You are just made for me aren’t you baby.”

Nodding stupidly, you wrapped your arms around Jongho’s shoulders and held on, moaning loudly when he pushed deeper into your fluttering hole. He was so hot and hard, but he was moving too slowly for your liking. You needed more and you needed it now. Your knees climbed the sides of Jongho’s chest planting your feet onto the wood table below you, opening yourself for him so you could urge him deeper. A growl tore from Jongho’s throat and he shoved his cock deep, burying himself in your pussy and making you cry out sharply as your tight hole stretched to accommodate his thick length. He filled you up perfectly, pausing for a moment to give you time to adjust. He rumbled random words before sucking the skin of your neck between his teeth hard enough to leave his mark on your body.

Your heart thumped in your chest as he filled you up so perfectly and you felt so safe and cherished in his arms. “Jongie,” you whispered, threading your fingers through his soft mixed-dyed hair. You rolled your hips in an effort to get him moving, unsure if you could get your lips to work enough to form a sentence. Your walls clenched desperately around Jongho’s thick cock, needing the friction that would drive your pleasure higher. Jongho recognized your body’s pleas and began moving his hips, at first only rolling in small thrusts, grinding the base of himself against your clit. It felt so good, nearly taking your breath away, and yet it wasn’t enough. You wanted him to fill you up and fuck you hard.

“Jongho, please, I need more—fuck me harder, fuck me like your little slut, please,” you begged, your voice raspy with desire.

“Mm,” He hummed, rising so he hung above you. His darkened gaze roved over your face, taking in the way your expression was twisted with pleasure and need. “You beg so sweetly, Honey,” he murmured, a smirk curling the edge of his mouth as warm affection shone in his eyes. He pulled his hips back until only the tip of his cock was still inside you before slamming deep into your waiting heat, wrenching a lusty cry from your lips. “Such a gorgeous little slut for my cock.”

All you could do was moan in response as he set a brutal pace, fucking you so thoroughly your mind went blank but for the pleasure that consumed you. Jongho growled out through gritted teeth, his cock ploughing into your wet pussy over and over, driving your pleasure higher and higher. He sealed a kiss from your lips. Then he shifted the angle of his body, pushing your thighs up and wider for him. Letting your calves hang over his shoulders and pinning you to the wooden table with his heavy weight. “Gonna fill you up with my cum, Honey,” He muttered, his eyes fixed on the spot where your bodies joined. 

“Fuck yes, please Sir, cum inside me,” you said with a filthy moan, your head flailing as your pleasure peaked. You clung to his biceps, nails digging into his skin to ground you as your mind threatened to float away on a wave of bliss. He pressed more kisses to your face before shifting his weight onto his knees. His hand circled your throat, pinning you to the office array. His fingers squeezed the sides of your neck lightly making your body finally settle. Jongho didn’t grip you too hard, but you found it was exactly what you needed. Your eyes opened and you stared up at him, feeling devotion in your heart and knowing it was written plainly across your face. 

“Cum for me,” he rumbled, his free hand finding your clit as he kept pounding into your soaked cunt. His cock hit a spot deep inside you on every thrust and that, along with his fingers mercilessly rubbing your clit, had sparks flaring all over your body. You came with a choked scream, your body going tense and your hips rising off the furniture to take Jongho’s cock further inside you, as deep as it would go. Pleasure overwhelmed your senses until you were staring mindlessly up at him with a goofy smile. When your awareness returned, the first thing you saw was the awe on Jongho’s face. You grabbed him and dragged him down for a messy kiss, his cock still pounding into your clenching pussy. 

“Cum inside me, Jongho,” you muttered when you pulled away, letting him see your eyes and how desperate you were for him. “Please…” Jongho squeezed his eyes shut for a moment like he needed to gather himself, and when he opened them again, they were sparked with determination, lust and something deeper. He growled in affirmation as he shoved his cock inside you, plunging as deep as he could go, his thrusts turning sloppy as he chased his own release. After a few more strokes, he came with a loud groan. His cock twitched as he spilled his white liquid in your pussy and you moaned softly at the feeling of him filling you up.

He then collapsed soon after on top of you, letting your legs fall around his waist as he lay his head on your still-heaving chest. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tight against him. You threaded your fingers through his wet hair, enjoying its softness as you both caught your breath. After a short while, Jongho picked his head up and looked at you, satisfaction written candidly in the grin on his face. You couldn’t help but smile in return, drawing him in for a kiss. 

“So much for roleplay.” He giggled through the kiss.

“I prefer knife play anyway…”

He couldn’t help but laugh at your words.

-♥︎

[cherrythepuppet]

My Corpse Puppet Fanfic [Part 2]

I'm sure it was obvious but in my fanfic I wanted wally and (Y/n) together and I thought to make them have better chemistry they would be childhood friends that forgot each other, Once again AU belongs to @sketchquill

"Look at the way you're standing! You look like you got rickets or something" Mother yelled as she straighted (Y/n)'s shirt Then one of the butlers in the mansion opened the door to let the (L/n)'s in "Oh, beautiful, innit?" Father mumbled "lt's not as big as our place, dear" mother mumbled "Bit shabby really, isn't it?" father asked but then mother smacked him "Shut up" she said"Lord and Lady Piller" the butler said as he introduced both families "Mr. and Mrs. (L/n)" he finished

"Why, you must be Mr Howdy Yes, l must say, you don't look a day over 20!" Mother said to Lord piller "Smile, darling, smile" Lady piller whispered to her husbandLord piller tried to smile "Well, hello What a pleasure Welcome to our home" he said "Thank you" Mother muttered "We'll be taking tea in the west drawing room Oh, do come this way, it's just through there" Lady piller said as she and her husband began walking to the west drawing room

With mother and father following behind "Oh, l love what you've done with the place" mother said, (Y/n) began to follow them but stopped when she saw a pianoThey hesitated for a moment as their hand lingered over the black and white piano keys then they sat on stool and began to play a few notes

A few notes turned into (Y/n) playing a full song as a man watched them playThe man was in awe at (Y/n)'s skills and walked toward them as (Y/n) turned around and saw him they got nervous and knocked over a small flower vase

"Do forgive me" They said as they picked duo the vase and grabbed the flower "You play beautifully" he said(Y/n) looked at him then realized who he was and also finally did get to see what he looked like

He were very tall, standing at 7 or 8 feet tall He had four arms and legs, green fleece skin, and blue hair styled into a pompadourHe had a large red nose, two red and yellow striped antennae, and small eyebrows and wore a gray suit, buttoned up at his waist, including a brown vest and a short wide icy blue shiny tie plumped to cover his white shirt

"l- l- l do apologize, Mr Piller How rude of me to- Well Excuse me" (Y/n) stuttered "Mother won't let me near the piano...Music is improper for a young lord. Too passionate, she says" He muttered "lf l may ask Mr Piller, where is your chaperon?" (Y/n) asked "Perhaps, in-view of the circumstances you could call me Howdy" He said"Yes, of course. Well Howdy" (Y/n) mumbled

"Yes, (Y/n)?" Howdy asked "Tomorrow, we are to be M-..M-..M-" (Y/n) tried to say it but nothing came out"Married" Howdy said for them "Yes! Married" (Y/n) said "Since l was a child, l've-...l've dreamt of my wedding day and l always hoped to find someone l was deeply in love with" Howdy mumbled (Y/n) stared at him with interest and admiration in their eyes

"Someone to spend the rest of my life with...Silly, isn't it?" Howdy said with a chuckle "Yes, silly- No! No, not at all, no!" (Y/n) corrected they both stared at each other for a moment before (Y/n) stumbled a bit "Oh, dear. l'm sorry!" They said "You are fine and you must not Apologize all the time" Howdy chuckled 

"Right sor-" (Y/n) had been cut off by Lady piller "What in heavens is this?! You shouldn't be alone together! Here it is, one minute before 5 and you're not at the rehearsal! Pastor Kermit is waiting! Come at once!" Lady piller demandedThen (Y/n) and Howdy followed her to the west drawing room

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"Miss (L/n) from the beginning. Again!" Pastor Kermot groaned''With this hand, l will lift your sorrows Your cup will never empty for l will be your wine...With this candle l will light your way in darkness With this ring, l ask you to be mine.'' (Y/n) recited

"Let's try it again" Pastor Kermit said "Yes- Yes, sir" (Y/n) mumbled "With this candle!...This candle...This candle" (Y/n) said as they seemed to have already forget the words "With this candle..." they paused as there was a loud knock on the door "Continue!" pastor Kermit yelled "Get the door, Emil" Lady piller said

"Let's just pick it up at the candle bit" Pastor Kermit muttered as the butler/emil came back in "A Lady Joyful miss" he said as Lady Joyful came into the drawing room

"l haven't a head for dates Apparently, l'm a day early for the ceremony" Lady Joyful said

(Y/n) stared at her...something about this women made her angry yet they couldn't figure out why "ls she from your side of the family?" Lord piller asked "l can't recall...Emil, a seat for Lady Joyful" Lady piller said

"Do carry on" Lady joyful said as she took a seat on an extra chair "Let's try it again, shall we, Miss (L/n)?" Pastor Kermit asked"Yes...Yes! sir. Certainly" (Y/n) said as they were snapped out of their tranceThis Lady Joyful was awfully familiar...where had (Y/n) seen them before? It's like...almost like they've met beforeLady Joyful stared at (Y/n) with a hateful glare 'This is going to difficult if that's who I think it is...' she thought....

[thomasisaslut]

Loki Laufeyson x F!Reader

Body Worship — Kinktober

Word Count: 1.1k

Includes: Vaginal Fingering, Hickeys, Squirting, Body Worship.

⚠️ - Descriptive BD

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51272161

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You looked at yourself in the mirror, you were suppose to be bathing right now but the sight of your body made you pause.

Your hands clutch the chub at your stomach, you squeeze the area. Tears forming in your eyes at the purple and red markings clawing at your sides like a tigers stripe.

You move further down your nude body, your fingers curl around your thighs. You squeeze the extra skin there, the tears are on the edge of falling when you hear a knock at the bathroom's door.

"My darling, you haven't gotten in the bath yet?" Loki asks from the other side of the door.

"Y-Yeah! I'm getting in now." You state, however, your voice betrays you. Your throat becomes heavy with your saliva, the tears you were holding back fall. You sniffle.

"Love? Are you alright?" His tone is laced with concern, the doorknob begins to fumble as Loki attempts to open the door. "Darling, open up."

"No... I'm just bathing."

"Darling." The concern shifts to a demanding tone.

You hesitantly open the door, your tears begin to flow down your cheeks.

"My love?" Loki instantly wraps his arms around you, he holds your nude body close to his clothed one. "What is wrong?"

"Nothing." You nuzzle your face into his chest, for a Frost Giant he was warm as hell. "I-I just... got burnt, by the water."

Loki dips his index finger into the water. "The water has gone ice cold, darling."

"Well, yeah, it stopped running-"

"Just moments ago." The god cuts in.

You send a small glare his way, he sighs and steps closer.

"Is something wrong, my love?" The god of mischief asks you, his tone concern for you.

More tears fall, he holds you tighter. You know you can't lie to your husband, not just because he is the god of lies and could tel instantly but because you couldn't lie to the man you loved.

"Yes."

"Why, darling?" Loki cups your cheeks, whipping away your tears with his thumbs.

"I... I don't understand how you could love me, how you could marry me!" You emphasize the word 'you'. "I mean, look at me." Your hands find your stomach chub again, squeezing the flesh as more tears stream down your face.

"Oh, my love..." He steps closer and whispers your name into your ear. "I could never not love you!" Loki smiles reassuringly, and for some reason you believe it. "You think fat is ugly?"

You slowly nod. "On me... yes."

In a second the two of you are sat in the bath, he kneels before you in the tub before spreading your legs. His lips connect to your lower stomach—the water only to your mid shin.

"Fat is natural, my love." He kisses your stomach, it sends a tingly feeling down your spine. "Chub..." Loki grips your thighs. "Is normal." He moves to your arms, he saw how you looked at those too. "Your body is natural and I love every part of it. I cherish the fact that I am the one who can see you like this." He presses a kiss onto your cleavage.

"But... wouldn't you prefer someone... you know, tiny?" You mumble.

A small chuckle escapes his lips, his chin rests on your breasts as he looks up at you—piercing blue orbs meeting your own.

"Your Midgardian standards..." His hands move back to your lower belly. "This." He gently squeezes. "Is the Asgardian standard, and you, my love, are married to a prince there. You think that I would find you any bit unattractive?"

More tears roll down your cheeks, but now they are the opposite of the emotion you felt before. These water droplets are happy tears.

Fuck, how you loved this man. He could go from being the god of mischief to the most nice being you've ever met.

"No... I... I am beautiful." You state, your voice shaky as you speak your statement.

"Yes." Loki purrs, his hands move to your inner thighs. "Say it again, pet."

"I am beautiful, Loki."

He smirks, his hands move closer to your suddenly dripping cunt.

"Again." The god demands.

"I am beautiful, Loki, and you made me think so."

Loki's index finger slips into your wet cunt, you let out a gasp of pleasure from the insertion, he quickly slides in another and begins to scissor your pussy.

"You thought I would hate you, my love? I could never. I hold you above all else, you are the one woman I would bow before, I would do in front of everyone in the Nine Realms as well." He smirk, his words distract you enough and he slides in his ring finger.

He curls them deep inside of you, once he hits that soft spot inside your core a moan passes your lips. Loki leans up and connects your lips, his left hand on your jaw as you kiss.

"My love, my princess, my pet, my everything. I want you to cum on my fingers tonight, can you do that for me, darling?"

"Y-Yes!" You moan, he only hums. His lips move from your own down to your throat, his fingers don't stop moving inside of you for a second as he does so.

Loki bites down on your throat, clamping on your flesh, sucking in a deep love bite, marking and claiming you all over again. It reminded you of your wedding day, how he took you in the hallway before you could even get to the bed—the god nearly ruined your dress he was so frantic to fuck you.

"I love you," Loki whispers before sucking another hickey. "I love you so much, my darling." He kisses the love bite. "I love you more than I have loved anything in the entirety of the universe, you and your body, you and your thoughts, you."

His thumb strokes over your sensitive clit and it makes you almost hit the edge, he begins to pick up the pace of his motions, you buck your hips to match the fucking of his fingers.

"Loki!" You moan, your sound echoing in the bathroom.

"Cum for me, my love."

So you do, hard. Your juices cover his hand as your orgasm, your body going limp from the feeling of his hand. Loki kisses you again, softly and comforting.

"I will never stop adoring you, darling, no matter anything. Do you understand?"

You nod, you pull him down for another kiss, he instantly smiles and kisses back.

"And I will never stop loving you, Loki."

The god's smile only grew. "Would you like to prove it, princess?" His smile quickly fades into a suggestive smirk, his hardened cock rubbing against your bare thigh, the part of your body you didn't feel ashamed of anymore—because of him.

"Gladly."

[witchersmistress]

A guarded walk home

hello darlings, here is a secon part for New Orleans. took me a few days, wanted to make sure i had some historical facts as close to accurate as possible!

Summary: A POV from both Aurora and Syverson, one set in the first year that they met in 1864 and then in the now in present time of their reunion.

Word count: 2.7 K

Trigger warnings: swearing, pda and swoon worth heroics

New Orleans 1864

Slipping on my lace gloves as the cool evening mist curled around my ankles as I made my way down the front steps of my friend Caroline’s home. “Are you sure you can’t wait a few more moments, John will happily walk you home? '' she said as she held her hand on her back and the other one cradling her pregnant stomach. “ I don't want to see you go missing like so many women before you” her face taught with worry “Tsk tsk” i said turn to meet her gaze “ You need John more than I do, it's only a short walk down the road, I’ll be fine, I'll stick to the french quarter, they have those fancy cast iron lights now” I teased her “now remember what I said about the tea and stay off your feet'' she nodded and watched me walk to the end of the walk way, waving one final time as she closed the door.

Father certainly would disapprove of my lack of escorts but after seeing my patients I'd like to go over what we discussed and preparations I may need for next time. As one of the few midwives here in the French quarter, I was always summoned at every hour of the day and night. The sun was well past the horizon but the moon was full, the gas men won't be out tonight to light the street lamps, officials ordered, there was still plenty of light from the moon to guide my way home. Passing shop owners as they closed down for the night, Bourbon Street was rather quiet this evening. The local drunkards started to filter out into the moonlit night with their fallen women of choosing, ducking passed to avoid being insnared in that mess, I made my way across the cobble stone street as a woman let out a horrific shriek, looking back to see her, pinned to the wall as the man rutted into her.

I kept walking but collided with a wall of some sort. Losing my balance, I began to fall back when strong arms encircled my waist to keep me steady. I looked up into the face of my hero and it was the heroic Captain Syverson. In his confederate uniform. The long grey sleeves are lined with red, with a red cuff at the bottom. His three gold stripes on his shoulder blade indicate his status. He looked down at me with those cerulean blue eyes. The corner of his mouth was turned up in a crooked grin. “Well Ms. Hathaway, you need to be more careful where you are walking” he steady me on my feet, reaching down he grabbed my basket and handed it back to me. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks “Thank.. Thank you Captain "I stutter trying to conceal my blushing face.

He cocked an eyebrow, “Where is your escort home? It's not safe to be walking the streets late at night "I brush away the imaginary dirt off my skirts “ I was just leaving The Davenports, Caroline is a dear friend and she is nearing the end of her pregnancy and is a nervous wreck.” i said with a slight smile “ I was admit that i would make it home just fine on my own, that she needed John more than I so hear i am” i let out a soft laugh, i seriously sounded so ridiculous, that even Logan was laughing “ My you are a stubborn thing, aren't you?” Straightening to his full height, he adjusted the sword on his side. “ Would you allow me the privilege to escort you the rest of the way home?” I nodded at him as he offered me his elbow, looping my right arm through his as we continued our walk towards my fathers home. We chatted softly amongst ourselves. I've never felt more relaxed in another person’s company, we laugh over the little things. We come upon the gate to my home, far too quickly. He opens the gate and allows me to pass by before closing the gate behind him. He walked me up to my front door.

We stood there for a few silent moments, stepping closer,while he cleared his throat “ Should you ever find that you are in need of an escort, especially at night, please feel free to send for me, no matter how late or how early.” he stepped back as my front door opened, it was Charlotte, our maid, she was a dear friend of mine and so curious about the work I did. The captain smiled up at her “Good evening, just making sure that Ms. Hathway made it home safely, with all these disappearances you can't ever be to safe” she smiled softly and in a soft voice “That is very kind of you Captain, her father would be quiet pleased by this'' she looked over at me “ Your father instructed me to wait for you before heading for home, he was called away on an emergency and will be back as soon as he can.” i nod “Thank you Charlotte, give me just a moment with the Captain, I’ll be right in” she nodded, curtsied and closed the door with a soft click

New Orleans 2023

“ I wanted to thank you again for escorting me home” he gave me a smile, his white canines flashing at me, as i went to turn and open the door, his hand gripping my jaw stopped me. I looked up into those blue eyes, swirling with so many feelings. He leaned in so close that his lips were centimeters from mine “I mean it Aurora, send for me, don't travel alone in the dark '' I nodded as I stared at his plump lips. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss against my lips before pulling away and walking down the stairs “Have a good night Ms. Hathaway” I’m too stunned to speak as i watched him disappear into the foggy evening, hastily open the door, i let myself in and shut the door with a slam, as my cheeks turn pink, placing my basket and gloves on the table Charlotte rounded the corner, she just raised an eyebrow, she didn't have to say anything but i knew what she was thinking I waved her off “I’m off to bed, incase Caroline needs me” she nodded “Yes ma’am, have a good night” i thank her and make my way up to my room. Still thinking about the feeling of his lips on mine.

I was loading up my truck in the early morning sun, with the help of Gus, when a familiar smell washed over me. The smell of juniper, citrus and rose, I knew that perfume anywhere. It was her. But that was impossible, I lost her so long ago. Sliding the pocket watch out of my pocket, the one she had given so long ago, I opened it to reveal the only photo I possessed of her after that faithful night. I still remember everything about her. The way her porcelain skin flushed a beautiful shade of pink when I said something that caused her to blush. The way she lite up when she talked about something she loved. Her funny and silly demeanor that she fought so hard to hide. Her dedication to her patients, the way she slept on my chest on the night she managed to escape from her duties. With a sad smile I closed the pocket watch and put her back in my pocket. The scent grew stronger with a faint hint of green tea and honey. I tracked the scent across the street to the cafe, but it wasn't there, it was higher up, moving my eyes across the balconies when a flash of red caught my attention, i focused in on the girl, she lifted her gaze from her mug and met mine, those eyes, id recognize anywhere, where looking back at me with a slightly blush to her cheeks.

Syverson’s pov

She was just as beautiful as the last time I saw her, the same night, she died in my arms. That was over 150 years ago and it felt like yesterday I watched her breathe her last breath. She had the same striking green eyes, the freckles that peppered her skin, like a million little kisses from the sun. That same shade of red-hair, down to the middle of her back, where I'm sure she has those two dimples at the bottom of her spine just above the sweet swell of that curvy ass. I chewed on my lip as I took her in like I was seeing her again for the first time.

This first time we had met was at a founders day party. She was absolutely breathe taking in the emerald green gown, with black lace and beading on her bodice. Her black satin gloves up to her elbows. Her hair pinned back in elegant curls and around her neck was a simple silver and gold heart shaped locket, that she had inherited from her grandmother on her 13th birthday, that's what she told me. I starred at her for a few moments before I smiled and waved at her. Her cheeks flushing even more. Throwing my rag in the back of my pick up, I jog to just under her balcony, my body vibrating with the possibility that it was indeed my girl.

We bantered for a minute but I couldn't stand to not be this close to her and not have her in my arms. I jumped up and grabbed the railing of the balcony and hauled myself up with ease. She stood there with her mouth agape like a cod fish out of water.

I placed two fingers under her chin gently pushing it up with an audible click as her teeth met. I'm Logan and you are?" She took a few moments "Aurora, but most people call me Rory" I took a step closer and curled a strand of her hair around my finger " I think I prefer Aurora" I drank in her features I never wanted to forget them trailing my eyes down her neck and chest settling on the silver and gold heart shaped necklace that she had worn so many years ago, I gave it to her sister after passed, its what she would have wanted. I looked back up at her inquisitive face, her green orbs sparkled with amusement, and delight but also recognition. Some part of her soul remembered me. "I finally found you" I breathed. She looked at me with a quizzical expression,and one of my men whistled at me "Come on Syverson, we need to get going." I let out a low growl of annoyance at him before looking back up at her. " Till next time sugah" placing a soft kiss on the corner of her plump lips, I dropped down over the balcony and strutted over to my truck.

I looked at the few strands of hair I got off her shirt and looked at Gus " Come on old boy, we have a witch to find" he ground and rolled his head back " No way man you can drop me off, I ain't ever stepping foot in Ms. Freya's house again" I rolled my eyes at him " She isn't that terrifying" he looked at me like I was a edjit. " I swear that woman put some voodoo magic in my house and she always watching me" I belted out a laugh "Fine then you big baby" as I parked the truck I'm her driveway " you can stay here and wait for old Louise, I'm sure he misses you" his eyes widen looking around the property " on second thought going inside doesn't seem like such a bad idea after all" he quickly hopped out of the truck and on to her porch, I laugh at him as I climbed out, and up the stairs to visit an old friend.

Looking up one last time at my shining star, she stood there bewildered, a soft wind blowing her hair behind her. Looking over at my passenger seat, looking at my right hand man, Gus. "Kill joy" he just smirked at me as I drove down the bustling french quarter, looking back at mon cher as she leaned over the edge of her balcony till all I could see was her silhouette.

[oceghoul-blog]

''My Favorite Sweet''

Pairing: Ranpo x Atsuki

Content Guidance: fanfiction, OC x Canon, fluff, Ranpo acting clingy at the end of the day at the Agency.

Art credits: Hitoribocchiowo ♡

The last rays of the setting sun filtered through the windows of the Armed Detective Agency's office, painting golden stripes on the floor and creating a cozy atmosphere that contrasted with the calmness of the office after a typical day of work.

There was no one left at the Agency; everyone had gone home. Atsuki was tidying up the last of the paperwork on her desk, while Ranpo kept his eyes on her, seeming a bit anxious for her to finish. Finally, Atsuki closed the drawer and looked at him.

"I might take a while. Are you sure you don’t want to go home?" she asked in a soft voice.

The detective shook his head.

"I’ll wait, but you should take a break now" he replied as he unwrapped another candy and popped it into his mouth.

Atsuki considered it for a moment before speaking again.

"If you insist, I think I’ll take a few minutes." Atsuki said with a slight sigh, setting the last document aside and leaning back in her chair.

Ranpo smiled and jumped up from his seat.

"Wouldn't you prefer to rest on the couch?" he asked curiously.

Atsuki glanced at him again before standing up from her chair a few seconds later. She followed Ranpo, who was already lying down on one of the Agency's couches. She smiled as she sat down in front of him. After a few minutes, Ranpo pouted slightly as he watched Atsuki, as if something was bothering him.

He then got up and moved closer to her.

She opened her eyes, feeling Ranpo settle on her lap, with a pleading look for affection. It struck her as adorable, much like a cat’s behavior, and she smiled softly.

Gently, she placed one of her hands on his cheek, caressing it with the same tenderness as one would touch a fragile flower. Ranpo's heart leaped with happiness as he felt Atsuki's hand move across his face, drawing closer to her, eager for more contact.

Ranpo wrapped his arms around Atsuki’s waist, and their embrace grew warmer than before. It felt as if their bodies were melding together in such warmth, contrasting with the faint rays of sunlight that streamed into the room.

Anyone who saw them at that moment would be overwhelmed by such sweetness. Atsuki's deep blue eyes radiated pure, genuine love for the man in front of her.

The detective couldn’t help but shiver slightly at the overwhelming emotions of the moment. He felt so comfortable that he thought his heart might burst at any second.

It was as if a flame burned intensely in both of them whenever they shared a moment like this. Until finally, Ranpo closed the little distance that remained between their faces with a sweet kiss. Atsuki responded, closing her eyes and moving the hand that was on his cheek to the back of his neck, pulling their bodies even closer.

She could still taste the faint flavor of caramel from some candy on the detective’s lips. But after several long seconds, she pulled away, and Ranpo let out a slight whimper at the loss, immediately pulling her closer again.

"Just a little longer..." Ranpo pleaded with his eyes.

Atsuki smiled and lovingly pressed her lips against his again in a more passionate kiss, fulfilling the detective's wish. A shiver ran down her spine as she felt Ranpo's fingers tracing her figure with affection.

Ranpo lost himself in the sensation of Atsuki's lips, deepening the kiss as his hands caressed her silhouette with growing desire. Until finally, he broke the kiss, breathing heavily.

Atsuki gazed at his face for a moment before gently bringing her thumb to Ranpo’s lips to wipe off the lipstick that had smudged on them.

"Couldn't you wait until we got home, darling?" she asked softly.

Ranpo couldn’t help but smile at Atsuki's calm and loving demeanor.

"I can’t resist, especially when you look this beautiful" the detective replied, still holding her in his arms.

Atsuki's cheeks turned a soft shade of crimson at his words, her locks falling over her shoulders like a cascade, while her skin, pale as snow, glowed under the delicate rays of light, enhancing her beauty. To Ranpo, it was a perfect sight.

"I can’t believe you’re mine." he murmured, captivated by her charm as if he were seeing her for the first time.

Atsuki let out a gentle laugh and looked at him with tenderness, feeling her heart race at the overwhelming sweetness. Silently, she slid her fingers through his hair with gentleness. It wasn’t often that Ranpo showed this vulnerable side to others, but she had the privilege of seeing it in private, just for her.

Atsuki gazed into his eyes with her characteristic heart-shaped sparkle that Ranpo adored so much, feeling as though, in that moment, nothing else in the world existed but the two of them.

"I love you, Ranpo." Atsuki whispered softly as she stroked his hair, and the detective melted under her touch.

Her simple words were sweeter than any candy Ranpo had ever tasted. His heart beat fiercely, overflowing with happiness and affection. He couldn’t understand how someone could make him feel this way.

He had never understood the true meaning of love until he experienced it with Atsuki, who had now become his obsession.

She had transformed every moment and aspect of his life into something filled with meaning and beauty. Every look, every smile, every touch from her was a constant refuge that brought him deep happiness, turning even the most mundane or tedious moments, like work, into precious memories.

He recognized that Atsuki had changed him for the better.

He knew that without her, life would return to being an empty puzzle, but as long as she remained by his side, everything gained such intense clarity that he couldn’t imagine his existence without the love that made him feel so complete and truly alive.

[euphoriajunkie000]

underdog. prologue

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-7 years ago- 

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“The Jian, also known as the bird who shares wings. Only possesses one wing. Unless two people lean on each other and act like one, they’re incapable of flight. They’re imperfect, incomplete creatures.”

"But, for some reason, their way of life struck me as profoundly beautiful.....It was beautiful, I felt."

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...How do you explain to a child that their parents have just been murdered...?

...A seven year old child no less...

...Do you sugar coat it...?

...Or do you tell them the horrible truth...?

...Do you lie and say that they are in a better place now…

...A place wyoue they’re flying with beautiful, white wings…

...A place wyoue angels thrive…

...Or do you say the five words that nobody ever wants to hear… 

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

...No one would ever want to be the person to break the news...

...But that was okay...

...Do you know why...?

...It's because you had to experience it yourself...

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My darling,

It was late at night. The moon was shining over the dark night as stripes of the luminescent light was making its way through the windows. The scenery was still. It was beautiful. Too beautiful to even be real. But not everything had to have a grim setting in a tragedy like the stories your mother would read to you. No. This was your reality. And honestly, you didn't want anything to do with it anymore.

By the time you read this, everything has changed.

The moonlight was your one and only light source as you could only see what had laid out in front of you. You were crouching behind a rather large sofa, your hands over your mouth. The screams of escaping your parent's lips were horrifying. They kept on bouncing off the walls and you already knew that those wails of pain would forever haunt your dreams. You felt your heartbeat rising faster and faster as you broke out in a cold sweat. Your eyes were practically bulging out your head as you were afraid. Afraid of what would happen if you came out of your hiding spot. Afraid of what might happen if you even let out a squeak. Afraid of the dark figure that was in your house.

I won’t be able to wake up to your beautiful smile everyday.

When it all went quiet, you turned your head to the side to see what had exactly transpired. There was a man looming over your parents. He held a knife that was dripping with thick pearls of blood. "Where is she!" he yelled. "I’m not going to let any witnesses out of this damn house if it's the last thing I do!"

Or be able to see you on your wedding day.

"Get the hell out of my house!" your father yelled. His piercing blue eyes were gazing dangerously into the murderer's eyes. If he even did have the ability to move, there was no question he would kill the murderer with his own two hands. He would do anything to protect the only family that he had.

But I hope you know that your dad and I would do anything for you.

"Don't you even dare touch my darling!" your mother snapped with tears rolling down her face.

I hope when you're older, you can find this letter.

The man let out a *tsk* sound as the knife clattered to the floor. "Whatever," he said in a dangerously low voice. But you could tell that there was an evident smirk on his face. He grabbed the shirt collar of your father and raised him up. He gnashed his teeth together and slammed your father's head to the ground. He didn’t move after that. The villain bellowed at the top of his lungs, "I’ll search every square inch of this house if I have to!” You heard the creak of the white, carpeted staircase as the murderer began walking up the stairs slowly. Once it was dead silent, you had immediately scrambled away from the sofa.

As you looked around, your throat tightened up. There on the ground were your parents. It wouldn't even matter if the ambulance had arrived because by that time, they would have already left this world.

I know it hurts to finally realize that we’re gone by the time you read this.

Your breath hitched. your mother’s beautiful, long, pink hair was laid out in a fan. Her hair and clothes were drenched in blood. Some of it had started clotting around her recent wounds. Your father's black hair that was once combed neatly was now tangled up in a rat's nest. He had stab wounds that littered his body trying to protect your mother. They were laying on the once white carpet floor as their skin tones were a sickly pale color. The red liquid was everywhere. Not only was the blood dripping down the walls, but it was splattered on the floor in a horrifying manner. But the most heart-stricken thing you saw was your parent's eyes. They looked so dull and empty to the point you couldn't bear to look at them anymore. Your mother's once sparkling sea-foam green eyes and your father's deep, ocean blue eyes were now gray. Like they had lost any emotion connected to them in the world. You saw them barely move their fingers as they both tried to cling onto the last threads of life.

But it won't matter.

YOU FELT LIKE YOU COULDN'T BREATH.

Do you know why?

The most depressing part was the fact that they didn’t have the chance to name you. When holding the infant in their arms, they had a million thoughts running in their minds that were only filled with love. They had thought of a thousand dreams of what they wanted their beautiful little girl to achieve. Too bad they didn’t have the chance to see what their child grew up to be.

It's because we’ll be with you every step of the way.

Their names and actions would forever be engraved in your memory. If only someone could stop what was going to happen to you and the adversities you would be forced to face. 

Our ghostly fingertips will forever be connected to you, heart, mind, and soul.

It truly was such a shame for them to have died such a young age and quirkless as well. No wonder you felt so helpless, you felt like you were nothing. You felt like a zero, like you were worthless. 

You are worth so much.

You. Had. Nothing. 

Don’t feel grieved by what you couldn’t save.

If you had been a bit stronger, you could have saved them from this cruel fate. Your stomach was doing flips and front handsprings. You felt like you were about to puke. You had to get out of here, fast. You didn't want to see the sickly pale corpses of your parents.

If you ever miss us, call our names.

"M-mom? D-dad?"

If you can learn to do just that, you will be okay.

You didn’t know what to do other than to drop down onto your knees and intertwin your small fingers with theirs. Your lips began trembling as clear tears were about to flow down your face.

Don’t hide away.

You tried not to cry. You didn’t deserve to.

Never hold back your tears, you're trying so hard to be strong.

But as that same action replayed in your head, you couldn't hold it back anymore. "P-please... D-don't leave me... This is a joke right...?" You gripped harder. "...so please..." You inhaled a deep breath as you snapped your head to look at the ceiling, your beautiful wide eyes letting the tears cascade down your face. "...wake...up..."

I love you.

"...Darling..?" You lowered your head towards your mother. "...Darling... are you here...?" you mother asked. Her sweet as honey voice was now dry and cracked as it wavered in the air. 

Do you know why?

"Ye-yeah, I'm here, Mom..." You said with a shaky voice. 

It’s because.

"I just- I just want to let you know that we love you so much, darling. You have always been the light of our lives. And I know you're such a bright girl. I'm just- I'm just so sad that I'm never gonna see you when you grow older..."

You.

Your heart sank to the bottom of your chest. "This can't be happening-"

are.

She lifted up her hand as she gently caressed your face and wiped your tears away. She had put on a small smile yet, it held so much pain. "Hey, hey, hey. As long as I get to see you one last time, I already know that I can finally rest happy... Be the hero you want to be... And… I love you so much..."

my.

And then, she went limp.

everything,

The perfect wings that had once adorned your body were now ripped from your body as they would forever leave a wounded battle scar. They were your wings, and then they were ripped apart from your future in a blink of an eye. There was a hole in your heart that you couldn't cover up. But one thing’s for sure, you have finally found your name; it's...

Absolute Zero.

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Bursting through the doors, you could never fathom the thought of any innocent people dying. From that day on, you wanted to be a hero. A melancholic smile appeared as you recollected your memories. You wanted to do what you couldn’t have done for your parents. You honestly didn’t know where you were going. All of that didn’t matter anymore because you just ran; with you tears overflowing until all you saw was darkness. The sting of the snow sticking onto you feet was just enough for you to stop moving.

It was such a shame that you didn’t notice the taller figure watching your every move.

As he aimed the tranquilizer at your neck, he shot it. He bounced off of the dark tree. He smiled painfully as he was pleased to say for a fact that you were unconscious. Bringing his mouth close to the communication device he only said one thing. 

“Phase 1 is complete.”

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The tall figure reached down and you in his arms. The touch of your skin was starting to get colder and colder with each passing second. He traced the features of your face with an indescribable look. He looked solemnly at you, as if he was recalling something from his past. You were only a child. He bit his lip and positioned his eyes to view the night above him. Sighing to himself, he slowly carried your unconscious body towards the center of the forest, where you were originally running into. 

The silhouette of the tall trees surrounded him. A rush of wind and snow blew through his hair, he felt a shiver run up his spine. He closed his eyes out of instinct while holding the girl closer to his chest. As he peered around through the dark night, he had come to notice a very distinct concrete square. Piercing eyes stared down at the potential gateway.

Now stepping onto a concrete square, there was a certain symbol embedded onto the surface. It was a zero with a line slashing the number diagonally, left to right. As he rested his hand directly onto the emblem, he only whispered one thing, “Code:1016.” It glowed a beautiful blue hue. Suddenly a rush of azure and green colors came to life. They blasted upwards to the sky, the colors that had mingled together could put the northern lights to shame. When the light died down, you both were gone.

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And there he was. 1016 stood on a clear launchpad that looked to be used for astrology and rockets. The pad looked to be strikingly similar to the hues of colors that the figure had experienced only a few minutes ago. The colors had a mind of their own as they began thrashing around wildly until they cooled down into a more peaceful state. Though, it wouldn’t matter because the tensile strength of the glass was unreal because it never let the colors out.

1016 looked around in his surroundings and it never failed to take his breath away. Above him was a transparent dome which led him to see the galactic hues up close and personal. It was almost as if the barrier wasn’t there and he could have just brushed his fingertips against the stars. The floor was made of tungsten or some other metal he couldn’t identify. Tubes that were filled to the brim with all the shades of the color wheel, ranging from green, blue, and purple. They glistened and glowed with sparks of light that appeared to be stars in each individual one. Black wires were everywhere, interconnecting within each other. But the one thing that he noticed was the hospital bed that laid in the corner. There was a recurring aesthetic of galaxy colors, tubes, and glass. But that was no different. The hospital bed was big with a clear, thin cylinder surrounding it. The top and the bottom that sealed the ends of the chute were both made of connected metals with an abundance of buttons on each side. A pillow rested peacefully against the mattress accompanied by delicate, white blankets.

Suddenly a soothing voice asked,“Did you get her?”

1016 nodded his head. “Yes, I did.”

A relieved chuckle was to be heard. And there he was. There was another young man sitting on a chair looking through a grand telescope. It was enormous. A tense silence filled the air until 1016 took a deep breath. “Can’t we think of another plan… You know one that doesn’t involve her?” As soon as those words fell out of his mouth there was a dangerous aura that radiated from the teen that was now standing in front of 1016.

An airy laugh left his lips until he exploded. 

“Do you still don’t understand?!” he demanded. There was a menacing glint in his eyes. He gritted his teeth together while gripping the 1016’s wrist tightly and dragged him to a telescope. Pushing him down into the chair, he said, “Look.” As the teenager looked to the dark night, he was absolutely spell bound by what he saw. It was absolutely beautiful. Splotches of purples, blues and pinks filled the nights until they were all mushed together in a brand new color. Stars were swirling around as they brightened luminously. It was perfect, too perfect. That is, until he spotted it. It was a meteorite hurtling towards them.

 “Now do you understand?!” he yelled. He pulled 1016 away from the telescope and forced his head to look up at the sky. He pointed to the meteor and fumed, “In about a few years or so, that fucker is literally about to obliterate the entire Earth! And do you know who has to pay up for our screw ups?! Us, you idiot! And that includes me.” The male pinched the bridge of his nose until he dragged his legs to sit in his chair. An inaudible ‘sorry’ whimpered out of the once furious man. He leaned his back against the cool metal chair with his palms pressed against his eyes. “What are we going to do…?”

1016 was shocked by the sudden outburst. In all his life when working with his partner, named 1004, he had almost always kept a cool composure. Sure, he would occasionally crack a few jokes or two, but he would never blow a fuse. As a result, 1016’s stomach churned with uncertainty.

1004’s gaze was cast down. “Look, 1016,” he started to grieve. “It's been around 20,000 years since you fell from grace and when I got banished.” There was a long pause. “We did something that we weren’t supposed to do. And this, this is the punishment for our actions.” A deep breath was to be heard from 1004 as he continued. “But you know the deal. In our punishment, we’re supposed to protect this planet, but because of our actions, we had most of our powers stripped!” 1004 groaned. “I mean- if we fail to protect this planet, it’s really going to be over.”

1016 thought hard for a moment, trying his best to think of any possible answer. “Oh-! I got it!” 1016 snapped his fingers. He grabbed 1004’s shoulder and looked him in the eye. “I know what to do but you have to trust me.” Quickly, 1016 grabbed your body and handed you to 1004. Pushing one of the buttons of the capsule he laid you on the hospital bed. He attached a gasmask to your head. On the back were numerous ports that were connected to an abundance of the same wires he saw earlier. Gripping the black wires in his hand, 1016 plug each into a very large computer.

In a flash 1016 fingers typed at an alarmingly fast pace, his eyes never leaving the keyboard. 1004 looked over at his shoulder and raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing this time?”

But 1016 ignored the question of his partner. “You said that they only deleted some of our powers right? Well if you still have your time powers, I need you to stop time itself. Only for 2,000 years. This is the only way.” He looked directly at the screen that had an illuminated blue and continued. “I’m loading some data into her head. I honestly don’t know how it will work, but she’ll mentally be ancients of years old, though her physical appearance wouldn’t change. There are some things we have to alter though, understand?”

1004 nodded his head in agreement. 1016 grabbed a pen as well as a piece of blank paper. When he was done, 1016 slipped the paper to 1004. “At this exact time and place, I need you to release you. This is crucial. Like I said, you need to trust me.”

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Your eyes opened.

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You were starving. The piercing internal jab that kept on stabbing your abdomen was getting severe. Living on the streets was hard. How many years have passed? Three? No, four? You had lost count after a while. You found solace in a beaten up cardboard box. It was placed in a very dark alley as there were piles of garbage growing bigger with each passing day. You had managed to survive only on the table scraps that restaurants had no use for. Using the garbage bags as pillows, you curled into a ball on your right side and you waited for the night to engulf the city whole.

If anyone thought that the days were bad, the nights were hell in comparison. Heavy gunshots echoed between the alleyways while the air smelled like liquor. There would always be blood splattered on the concrete while drunk laughs and hiccups were heard from nearby bars. Neon signs that ranged from pink to blue and even a purple appeared everywhere if someone had just simply opened their eyes. It honestly would have been comforting knowing that the darkness wasn’t the only thing that consumed everything; if only the signs weren’t promoting sketched out night clubs.

You really did try resting your eyes but as soon as you did so, you woke up again. But no matter how much your eyes were battling the urge to close them, you couldn’t even sleep. You couldn’t take it anymore. You could survive. No. You needed to survive. You would do anything to see the next sunrise, even if you did get your hands a little dirty.

You pulled yourself together, what else could you do? Taking a deep breath, you set off to the neon lit streets. As you started walking, you ran into a boy who looked a bit older than you, not by much, however. You bumped into him, fully expecting pain to follow through, but nothing happened. In fact, he seemed quite fluffy, like an enormous teddy bear, the kind you would see in those rigged carnival games. 

“I’m so sorry!” you gasped.

But the person you ran into just smiled and waved his hand dismissively. You almost laughed because of how unreal he looked. He looked tall, though. If you had to give an estimate, your bet would be around 195 centimeters. He looked wide and friendly with his big smile touching the corners of his cheeks. It was as if the main fat animal from Studio Ghibli’s My Neighbor Totaro came to life and had sandy blonde hair.

“Are you okay?” he asked, with genuine concern overflowing from his facial expression.

Your face shamelessly heated up. He was too nice, it almost made you feel guilty for what you were about to do next. “Yeah!” you grinned. And unbeknownst to you, his face had also heated up. Although the dirt and grime was muddled in your hair, it didn’t take away from the shine in your eyes. He actually thought you looked… pretty cute, in a way. A short silence had ensued and you quickly broke the ice. “Thank you for worrying about my safety,” you expressed, but then you quickly started to run in the direction you had previously gone and lazily waved your hand. “You should go home before your parents start to worry!”

“W-Wait!” the middle schooler stuttered. “I didn’t catch your name!”

You bit your lip at the sudden words. It certainly has been a long time since you’ve had a friend. But, what if you scared them away because of the way you lived? You gulped and pushed those disgusting doubts away. You grinned, “You’ll know soon enough!” And with that, you ran, and you didn’t look back.

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Once you were alone, you sighed. You were scared that you were going to get caught. In between the dark alleys, you sighed and leaned your back against the cold cement. You opened up a wallet, a wallet that did not belong to you. You had pickpocketed that nice middle-school boy who had tried to make sure you were okay. God, you were such a scumbag. You knew it wasn’t right, but life wasn’t fair. Survival of the fittest, right? That was the phrase that you had used to single-handedly justify your poor actions. You shrugged it off, you’ll pay him back soon enough. As you looked at the contents of the wallet, you saw and identification photo and name of the same boy you had ran into and his home address, along with–

“30,000 yen!” you gulped. Oh shit. You didn’t need this much money to enable you to do what you needed to do tonight. You bit the inside of your cheek, you weren’t going to use all of his money, just enough to help you survive this night. You smiled sadly, showing remorse for your actions as tears began to well up.

“Thanks, Taishiro Toyomitsu…”

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As you navigated the grimy stairs that led to the underground tunnel, you scrunched up your nose. The air smelled of grime and dried blood. It made your stomach churn and your eyes very, very unhappy. The concrete below your feet was stained with water and mold started to form on the walls. The dull lights that illuminated the tunnel looked unstable, flickering as if they were about to burst a fuse at any second. You finally reached it, the front desk. The lady looked at you with sad eyes. Probably wondering why a young girl such as yourself would be in a place like this.

“May I help you?” she said.

“Yeah,” you said bitterly, but you tried your best not to show it. She didn’t do anything to you, so why should you take your anger out on her? Save it for the fight, you always remind yourself over and over again. “I’m here to compete, actually.”

“O-Oh,” the lady spluttered. “What’s your quirk?”

“You can’t turn me away,” you said apologetically. “This ring allows anyone of any age to compete. And, unfortunately, I don’t have one.”

“N-No! Sorry, that’s not what I meant. I just mean that there is an entry fee of 10,000 yen! I’m just not sure if someone as young as yourself can come up with that kind of cash-”

But before the last could say anything, you slided the demanded amount of money (thanks to Taishiro) on the cheap, plastic table she was sitting behind. She counted the money and nodded for you to go in.

You gulped, half terrified for what was to come next. You were about to fight for money in an underground martial arts ring,

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Your duffle bag had already been waiting for you in the women’s locker room, you just needed to grab the bag with your belongings. You got ready in the dimly lit, unsanitized bathroom. Your long hair was tied back into a ponytail and you put on the rest of your uniform. It consisted of loose parachute pants that had hung by your hips, a sports bra, and a tight fitted black shirt. No quirks, and no armor to protect yourself, this was definitely going to be a long night. You shoved Taishiro’s wallet in your bag with the clothes you wore. You gripped your towel and your water bottle and pushed the bathroom door open. You shuffled through the packed stadium with your head feeling light. You knew that in the shady parts of the big city, people paid to see fighters dual it out in illegal rings. In addition to this, you also knew that fighters could enter by paying a rather hefty fee, but if they made a good enough show, they would also get paid a rather hefty fee. In the years you fought, you made a name for yourself. You weren’t the best by any means, but you were… respected among your peers. They were a lot older than you, and they knew that you didn’t have anything. No job, no education, no family, no quirk, and no future. During practice when you sparred against them, they didn’t hold back at all. They didn’t need to because you could get up by yourself. After a brutal beat down, they’d buy you snacks as a little token of their appreciation. And you’d graciously take it. You always did.

Now, you were watching the fight that had unfolded in front of you. You sat in the front row, the ring itself was a lot lower than where the audience sat. It was a safety precaution for if any fighter had a dangerous quirk, at least the difference in height between the ring and the stadium could offer protection. The element of the ring would change, it would offer a water based zone, earth based, you could name it all; anything to keep their patrons hooked. As you gazed below, your cheek resting on your forearm which was in turn resting on the railing. Although the cheers were so loud that you could have sworn that your ear drums would burst, you managed to block them out. You had other things to worry about. You looked at the one victor that had stood proudly. And you looked at the victim with such sadness, he was obliterated. Blood gushed from heavy hitting wounds with a black eye to match. You grimaced. That was going to be you.

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“And now!” the announcer boomed. “What you have all been waiting for. The darling of this ring! Although she may look small in stature, I promise you that she kicks one hell of a punch! Give it up for… Honeysuckle!”

Cheers erupted from the crowd and claps filled the air. You smiled ever so graciously and you waved a hand in the air, pretending that this crowd won’t know what your bloodied face will look like in the span of twenty minutes. You had to pretend. You were good at pretending. So, you pretended that everything was fine. You looked up to see your opponent's face. He was a large, muscular man. A torn up wife-beater was tightly worn on his body with black cargo pants to match. And when you looked at his face, his right eye was completely white with a nasty scar that made its way from the right side of his forehead, through his eye, and ended at the corner of his lip. And your heart dropped. You studied all of the opponents in the databases this ring had to offer. And his quirk was nothing to sneeze at. It was shock absorption. Everytime you hit, he could hit harder. Everytime you kicked, he kicked harder. This felt like a sick joke. You were only a teenager for fucks sake, a teenager living out in the streets trying to make ends meet. You were angry at the organizers of your event. You were quirkless trying to face upon a stone, cold fighting machine. Your mouth ran dry, ‘Oh shit.’

“Ready! Three! Two! One! Fight!”

The man made no hesitation to strike first. He threw a right hook at your face and you dodged, only by a millisecond to lose. You gasped, you didn’t expect him to be this fast. While he was still fixed in his position, you gathered up the strength to kick him square in the ribs. It was powerful and you could hear the audience mourn in favor of him. You looked up and he only paid you a sickening grin. He harshly gripped your foot that had kicked him and he spun you around like a rotating top. You felt the air whipping your hair carelessly until he let go. Your back had hit the wall of the ring, hard. You felt yourself coughing up blood and you saw double. However, your opponent didn’t spare you any mercy as he kicked your ribs and you have sworn you felt your spine crack. 

‘Get up!’ you pleaded with yourself.

‘Get up!’

‘Get up!’

‘Goddamnit! Get up, Absolute Zero!’

Unbeknownst to you, he had grabbed a hold of a boulder. You felt the shadow looming over you and your eyes were blown wide open. He was about to smash your skull into a pulp. ‘Are they even allowed to do this!?’ you screeched. And with every fiber of your being, you did get up. With your hands planted on the ground, you pushed your torso from the ground up and moved your legs in a windmill fashion and kicked his legs with such an unwavering force that he fell down, boulder in hand. And you did it, you did manage to get up on your feet. But, he didn’t like that at all. Unfortunately, he recovered quickly as he started to bolt at you.

“You think you’re so cocky, huh?” he spat, lifting you in the air by gripping your collar.

You must have had a death wish because before you could stop yourself, you shot back, “Yeah, a cocky brat that knows how to use mouthwash.” 

He wiped the smug grin off your face by giving you a punch square in the jaw and on your eye too. Pain coursed through your body, but you weren’t done yet. You moistened your lips and with your core strength you swung your legs and crossed them over the arm he was grabbing you with. With one fell swoop, you rotated your body on top and his back hit the floor. While on the dirt of the ring, you knew you had to act fast. In all the years you have been fighting, you knew that you couldn’t win by brute strength alone. Endless night you have been studying about the pressure points located in the bodies of humans. Everyone has a constant flow of energy that allows them to use their quirks. Once you block that energy flow, you block their quirks, temporarily. It was this small piece of knowledge that was going to make you win the battles to come. Without a second to lose, you positioned your hands in order to make a certain formation. Your pinky and ring fingers were held down by your thumbs leaving your middle in pointer fingers extended. You jabbed the pressure points located in his neck, shoulders, arms, legs, and chest. The stadium soon fell silent. As your opponent came to his senses, he groggily tried to get up, although his eyes looked tired and clouded. He tried to throw a right hook at your face, but you dodged. You grinned, his movements were significantly slowed and it felt like fighting a drunk. Slowly breathing in then out, you enacted a front handspring and finally jumped so high as to see the top of your opponent’s head and you used a hook kick that took him down from the neck where your leg made contact. He fell, and you were victorious.

Everyone applauded you and you offered them a lazy grin. This was the first fight that you weren’t beaten into a pulp. You were escorted out of the ring with a genuine smile plastered across your face. You went to the bathroom and took a hot shower and cleaned yourself up. It felt like a reward in itself. You changed into a baggy crew neck and equally baggy cargo pants as well. Your hair was still wet, but you couldn’t care less. As you looked at your complexion in the mirror, you touched your jaw gently and you hissed with pain. Although you won, you didn’t feel like a winner. You felt like a girl who had escaped getting killed on the field and was given a head splitting migraine.

Putting on your shoes and clutching your duffle bag, you left the bathroom for a final time. You met the lady at the front desk; the same location in which you had given her the entry fee. She smiled ear to ear once she saw you.

“I’m so glad that you made it out okay!” she beamed. “I watched the footage and you truly are the darling of this ring! I made a bet on you because I knew you could do it!”

“Thank you,” you smiled shyly, “I’m glad that you didn’t lose your money.”

“Are you kidding me? I’m glad that you made it out in one piece! Which reminds me!” You saw her lean down and grip a safe that was hidden from others in plain sight. She placed it on the desk and opened it using a combination. “You award for tonight!” With that, she pushed a check for 550,000 yen to you.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. “550,000 yen?” Your voice wavered, this was ten times the amount that you were supposed to earn for this one night. “I-Is this a joke?”

The lady looked at you with concern. “N-No! It’s all authentic darling. I actually spoke with some of your friends that train with you. And they say that they want you to have a better life than this.” She sighed, “Their words not mine, but they say that you aren’t very good at hiding that you are homeless. Since your first day at fighting, they were actually matching the amount of money you earned and putting a deposit in a separate account once they think the money they will give you can support you, for fighting for good, or something like that. They overheard that you had dreams of becoming a hero and they wanted to help you reach that threshold.”

As the lady babbled on and on, your voice began to crack and you couldn’t hold back your tears any longer. The years of busting your ass trying to survive off in the streets, even opting to sleep in public restrooms for safety—it was all going to end today. “I-I don’t know what to say.”

“You could say thank you.”

You heard a familiar voice and you whipped your head to see your friends who you fought with standing at the end of the tunnel. You gripped the check in your hand and you raced toward the people you could have called your family. You jumped and hugged everyone that was there. Your hug was filled with gratitude and love for the people there. Heartbeats mingled into one unwavering rhythm.

“Why would you guys do this?” you asked with such happiness in your eyes.

“Because!” one of your friends said. “You’re too damn young and too damn kind to be living like this. You deserve the whole world for making it out this far.” He looked at you with tired eyes that had seen the world for decades now. “We all want to see you thrive, and smile like there’s not a care in the world. We all want you to make it to U.A. and become a hero!”

Now, you were just a mess. Ugly crying was to be heard along with sniffles and smiles along the way. “I don’t know what to say other than…

Thank you!”

As you ran outside of the underground tunnel, you heard one of your friends joke around and say, “If we don’t see you on the big screens, we want our money back!”

You laughed and waved. “Don’t worry! I’ll be sure to give it back with added interest!”

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As you gazed at the high-end houses that stood neatly next to each other, you walked and looked at the addresses that could potentially match the one you were looking for. Then you saw him. For what you could assume to be his bedroom light, you could have sworn the boy you had met earlier had walked briskly past the window. It looked as if he was pacing back and forth frantically. Your shoes pattered against the sidewalk until you reached the front door of his house. His room was on the second floor and you cursed. Although you were good at hand to hand combat, you weren’t good at climbing people’s walls Rapunzel style. You were, unfortunately, not Flynn Rider. As you scaled the wall silently, as to not wake up any of the neighbors, you managed to find a resting stop under the presumed Taishiros window sill which was a minor roof that jutted out from the main body of the house. As you stood up on your tippy toes, you saw Taishiro pacing back and forth in a hurry. It looked like he was on the phone with his mom.

“I-I don’t know where I put it! I’m so screwed!”

The pit of guilt in your stomach just sank lower. God, you were just a selfish jackass weren’t you. Shaking your head, to get rid of those thoughts, you carefully opened his window once you saw his retreating figure head to another room. And carefully placed his wallet on the window sill. You heard his footsteps come closer and closer and you began to panic. You lost your balance and fell onto the ground. Thank god a rose bush was there to help the fall, not. You groaned but then as soon as you remembered your current situation, you ran as fast as you could into the moonlight.

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“You know what, I think my teacher likes me, maybe she’ll be more lenient-” but Taishiro’s voice stopped to a halt. He looked at his window. He… He never remembered opening it up at this hour. “Hold on, I’ll call you back…” he said hesitantly and hung up the phone before the person on the other end could say anything. As he started to walk closer and closer to the window, he found the wallet he had been looking for, the wallet that made him nearly lose his mind over.

Opening the wallet, he saw a note tucked in the clear, plastic protector allocated for his middle school ID photo. It read:

“hey! absolute zero here! i just wanted to say that you lost your wallet somewhere and thank god there was an address along with your shining face :D here’s my number if you wanna talk (xxx)-xxx-xxxx”

Taishiro’s face burst into flames and he looked outside to see if you were there. You weren’t, but nonetheless, he grinned. As he counted the money in his wallet once more, he noticed the extra wadded up 1000 yen bill that was to be seen between the stacks of 10,000 yen bills. And he gave a boisterous laugh that echoed in the halls of his home.

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[puddle-nerd]

A Helping Hand

Summary: You meant to help Spider with his hair. It escalated quickly after that. (Spider/Female Na’vi Reader)

Prompt #3 (Lingere/Stockings) for Avatar12DaysofKinkmas2023.

Story Tags: No use of Y/N, Lingerie/Stockings, Female Na’vi Reader, Aged Up Characters, Everyone is Legal, Yes they’re both eighteen+!, Accidental Stimulation, Hair-Pulling, Begging, Hand Jobs, Biting

Na’vi Translation: Olo’eyktan — Clan Leader Tawtute — human | Sky Person Tewng — Loincloth Yawntutsyìp – Darling | little loved one

AO3 Link

You flopped your big blue body onto the Na’vi sized couch in the tawtute compound, letting out an ‘oomph’ as Spider carelessly dropped his weight on top of you with a throaty laugh, his soft skin brushing against yours enticingly. It was the first time in a long time you were able to have the young man to yourself, your younger siblings – especially Kiri – jealously hogging his attention as much as possible. Speaking of your sister, she was busy with your grandmother today, while Lo’ak was grounded again (for what you couldn’t recall but it was probably something stupid) leaving little Tuk to trail after your mother like a pa’li filly and your twin brother, Neteyam, to be training with your dad as the future Olo’eyktan.

“Dude, when is the last time you washed your hair?” you teased, shoving lightly at Spider’s shoulder when you got a whiff, and wrinkling your nose in semi-feigned disgust. You sat up on the couch, displacing him from your lap and leaned forward, picking at his messy dreads, and added, “We should really re-do these. Like… completely. They look… rougher… than normal, to be honest, dude.”

You didn’t want to be hurtful because you really liked Spider, maybe a little (or a lot) – more than your mother would tolerate if she knew), but upon closer inspection, it was clear his dreads needed a lot of work.

The blonde tawtute male scoffed and rolled his eyes at you, muttering, “It’ll take forever to redo them.”

You shrugged, retorting, “I have nothing to do today. Why don’t I help?”

So, that’s how you found yourself sitting on the couch with Spider perched between your spread thighs, a tail comb in your hand as you carefully untangled each dread so you could help him start from scratch, after a thorough washing, that is. Your golden eyes roved over his dirty blue-henna-stained skin, and you considered, maybe a thorough body scrub down, too. The image of you helping Spider wash his strong… naked… body flashing through your mind’s eye made you shiver, your tail twitching in arousal while heat pooled low in your belly. You swallowed and forced yourself to focus on the task at hand; it wouldn’t do your tawtute friend any good if you were to become a distracted horny mess.

Meanwhile, Spider was having a similar problem and was glad you couldn’t see his face.

You had been riding your ikran earlier that day and so had put on your leg guards to prevent chafing from your mount’s rough scales, the pretty woven green lace stretching taut from ankle to mid-thigh giving tantalizing hints of your striped legs and he thought you looked sexy as hell in them. Well, he thought you were sexy no matter what you wore or didn’t wear, but he couldn’t tell you that, not without ruining your friendship for one, and for two, not without your mother absolutely annihilating him, if Neytiri ever found out that is.

So, the two of you sat on the couch, each trying to maintain yourselves as you undid his hair, and he tried not to pop a boner from sitting between your stocking covered legs and having his hair tugged on.

“Sorry,” you muttered each time your comb hit a particularly rough tangle, causing you to pull at his hair a little rougher.

Spider gulped, voice dropping low and husky as he replied, “S’fine.” He then shuffled cautiously, trying to adjust himself surreptitiously as his tweng pulled tighter over his hardening length. Unfortunately for him, you looked down at that precise moment and saw the tent he was beginning to pitch. He was aroused, you blushed then realized what that meant. He was aroused because of you. You gasped as your tail flicked, causing the tufted end to land in his lap, only to twitch against the brown material teasingly. He stifled a groan, hands grabbing onto your legs desperately.

“Sorry,” Spider whispered, moving to push himself up and away from you.

Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his middle, dragging him back into the juncture of your thighs, complaining, “Don’t move. I’m not done with your hair, yet.” The tawtute moaned, your stocking clad calf pressing into his erection, and he laid his fingers on the soft material covering your shin. “Besides, I’m taking this,” you flicked your tail over his groin once more, “as a compliment. Do you like it – when I play with your hair?” You tugged his head back firmly, tilting his chin up with your other hand, adding, “Or is it something else?”

The young man moaned and nodded, “Yeah… yeah, I like it… and your… your stockings.” Your stockings, huh? You grinned to yourself and tightened your legs around his waist, rubbing over his crotch again. “Want me to stop?” Spider shook his head, driving his hips up into your legs. “Oh, no, please don’t,” he begged, breath coming out shakily as you tugged at his hair again and nibbled down on the side of his neck. “Ohhh, please,” he pleaded, shivering as your other hand stroked down his strong chest. “Please, baby.” Curious, you loosened your legs, chuckling at his immediate whine of disappointment. “Nooo, no, please, please don’t stop.” “Don’t worry, I’m not,” you assured him. You reached beneath the waist of his tewng and pulled his hard cock free of his clothing, eyeing his tawtute genitals in curiosity that was so different than any male Na’vi you had ever seen before. “Better?” you asked, your sapphire-colored hand wrapping around his pink girth and giving his shaft an experimental stroke causing him to whine needily, rutting his hips up into your touch. “Use your word, yawntutsyìp,” you teased him, giggling as his fingers tugged on your thigh-highs and he thrust up into your hand urgently. “Your words, Spider… or I stop.” “No, no please,” he whined, digging his fingers into your legs. “Don’t stop. Feels s’good, baby. Please. Please I–I’ll be so good… just please touch me!” He pouted up at you, eyes sparkling with building tears, making you grin in satisfaction. Tugging on Spider’s hair gently once more and stroking him simultaneously had him whimpering again. Your thumb teased his slit, pre-cum oozing in thick droplets from his slit, earning a whimper from your tawtute. You tightened your grip on him and sped up your movements, giving little twists of your wrists towards the mushroom-like tip of his shaft, watching the way his abdominal muscles tensed and slackened as his breathing increased in speed while more whimpers and a litany of begging words fell from Spider’s throat. You assumed he was nearing his orgasm as you saw his testicles, large and full and covered in a thin layer of dark blonde hair, drawing closer to his body. “N’gh,” Spider suddenly groaned through gritted teeth, fingers curling harder into your legs. “Gonna cum for me, yawntutsyìp?” you asked, breath fanning over one of his rounded, little ears. Spider nodded jerkily, his reddening cock leaking steadily, begging, “Y – yes, yes, please, please let me cum, baby. S – so close.” You chuckled to yourself and then cooed into his ear, “Go on then, and show me how a tawtute cums. Make a mess and let it all out. Cum for me, Spider. Please.” The blonde male let out a wail that you had never heard from his throat before as his spine suddenly bowed upwards, his cock pulsing hotly and white cream spurting from the reddened tip, landing everywhere: up onto his chest, his hips, his thighs, all over your fingers, and decorating your thigh highs. Nuzzling his cheek, you used the hand in his hair to twist his head, sliding your lips over his and initiating a kiss. He hummed and kissed you back, twisting towards you to get a better angle. “That was fun,” you grinned, warmly. “We should do that again. After we finish fixing your hair.”

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Originally Posted: 16 December 2023 Word Count: 1,323

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Wally's new powers (Naga!Wally Darling x GN! Reader)

MY VERY FIRST WELCOME HOME FANFIC! I hope you enjoy! 😁

Wally's new powers (Naga!Wally Darling x GN! Reader)

(Sequel: https://www.tumblr.com/annaberunoyume/714038926701101056/sleepy-tight-hugs-in-the-night-nagawally?source=share)

It had started small. In the Neighbourhood, Wally was his usual, cheery self. Only, this morning, his legs seemed more sluggish than usual. They seemed like they did not want to obey Wally and would rather stay in bed. And they felt rather warm. Wally still went about his day.

Later on, when Julie told a particularly good joke, Wally chuckled, but for some reason, he lisped. Almost like a hiss. Perhaps was it an abscess or a button on the tongue. Odd...Wally did not feel anything in his mouth.

In the late afternoon, when the sun was slowly beginning to fade, he was dreaming about his secret crush, Y/N. The mere thought of them made Wally drift into amorous thoughts and utterly forget Barnaby in front of him... His reveries were so powerful that rings of colours seems to filter through his eyes...

''Wally? Wally? What are....yooou...dooo...?''

''Huh, what is it, Barnaby? Barnaby?''

Wally looked, incredulous. Barnaby was still as a statue, arms sagged on each side of his torso and his mouth ajar. But that wasn't the surprise. The surprise was...those rings of green, dark green, purple, yellow and some shades of orange. Round and round like a carrousel. Wally began to feel afraid...

''Barnaby....Barnaby! Please, wake up!'', he waved his hand before him,

But the tall, chunky dog did not stir. Wally shook his shoulders, nothing. Wally even gently slapped his cheeks, nothing. Panic started to creep in. But then...His legs felt like over-cooked noodles. He collapsed. Panting, Wally looked down. Since he was wearing shorts (for the hot day), he could see, to his fright, his legs being slowly but steadily covered in the same coloured stripes he saw in Barnaby's eyes. And try as he might, he could not get up, it was as if his legs were lead. With colossal willpower and adrenaline, he managed to limp his way, towards Home...

(TIMESKIP)

Y/N was quietly reading a book when their (favourite colour) telephone rang. They picked up.

''Hello?''

''Oh, thank Henson! I need your help, dear!'', a barely composed, familiar voice, answered. Y/N smirked at how Wally was ever so polite, even in crisis.

''What's the matter, Wally?''

''It's...It's my legs! They hurt and I can't move them!'', they could hear Home creak, squeak and bang in alarm.

Y/N gasped, ''Say no more, I'm on my way! Hang on!'', they slammed the telephone and dashed like the wind towards Wally's Home...

(A LITTLE LATER)

Y/N knocked.

''Wally? (knock knock) Are you in here?'', for an answer, Home opened herself to Y/N. As soon as they were inside, they were shocked to see Home protectively craddling Wally in her goo. Said goo wrapped around his legs... They gently approach the curled up yellow puppet man and gently stroked his shoulder.

Wally looked up, in tears, ''What's the matter with me? They hurt so much...They're burning and stretching....Help me....'' he said miserably.

''Will you let me see it?''

He nodded. Home gently lifted a tad her gooey, dark veil...And to Y/N's stupor...Wally's legs were shortless, melted together, with stripes of many colours, like the legs of an unfortunate wax doll left in the sun. Wally's breath quivered and he sniffed.

''P-Please, Y/N...Make it stop...''

''I don't know how....But...It seems to be growing...into a tail...'', unsured of what to do, Y/N gently ran her left hand in Wally's thick, blue hair, shushing him. The tearful puppet man wrapped his right hand around Y/N's left cheek and sniffed, closing his eyes and nestling his nose into their neck...He tried to calm his breathing and found that it lessen the pain, the calmer he was.

Meanwhile, the legs kept gently growing like a thick vine, creaking and making an almost boiling sound...Getting longer...and longer...and longer...Its stripes glowed darker in its colours and neatly settled for bright, warm cozy hues....Wally breathed in and out...In...And out...In...And out...enjoying, despite himself, the sweet fragrant of Y/N.

''Ssssh...Breathe,Wally...Breathe...You're safe...I'm here...Sssh...''

'' (Breathy, calm sigh)''

Wally couldn't help but smile, despite his predicament. His crush was here and he had never been closer to them. He was so grateful to them for coming so quickly...And holding him and soothing him...He hummed and slowly opened his eyes...

''Hum, Wally?''

''Yes, dear?''

''Your...Your eeyes...'', Y/N felt their mind melting like ice-cream. They still managed to take their pocket mirror and open it for him. He gasped. In his eyes danced rings of many enthralling warm hues...Like a kaleidoscope. He touched his cheeks...How could he stop it? Wait...Was it these that froze Barnaby?

''How...What?...''

Y/N shook their head, awake again. Thankfully, somehow Wally's eyes returned to normal.

''I think I know what happened to you. By some magic, you turned into a naga.''

''Naga?''

''Half man, half snake. And it seems you can hypnotize, too. Good thing I had my mirror handy.''

Wally's mouth was ajar. So...he was stuck like this? And he would enchant his friends like this, forevermore? He suddenly realised what that entailed...He sighed, shuddering and burried his head into his arms, tail huddling close to his frame.

''I don't want to be a naga. What will I do, what will become of me?'', he sniffed.

''I wish I knew, Wally...'', but then, Y/N brightened a little, ''But, you know...I've always loved nagas.''

''You have?''

''Yes...And now that I look...'' they said, getting up and walking a few steps to admire it, ''These colours really suits you.''

Wally dried his eyes and began to smile. It did look pretty, like his painting palette. He lowered his hands on the floor and pushed himself up. Amazingly, his tail did not feel like lead and did not ache anymore. It was big, but agile. He was up, again! He experienced and was in wonder at how easily it moved to his liking. He even chuckled with a hiss.

''And besides, perhaps you can learn to control your eyes.''

Wally nodded, still focused on his tail, ''And I bet this tail gives the best hugs...'', his smile suddenly turned devious, ''Huh? What are you-'', started Y/N, but they were caught by coils and lifted in the air.

''Hahaha, gotcha!'', he said in a mock-evil voice, but then realised what he did, blushing.

''Ah-I'm sorry...I didn't mean to-''

''Ah, no, it's okay, your tail is in fact pretty comfy.'' reassured Y/N. They hummed and nuzzled it.

''Almost like plush.''

Wally gasped quietly, his cheeks now reddish-orange. They...they complimented him...And they hugged him...He felt...He felt...

''Wally?...You okay?''

Wally said nothing, but gently, gently lowered them to their eye level...He smiled shyly at them and gently tightened his tail around their body...Like a warm hug...

''Are you keeping me safe? Am I your treasure?'', cooed Y/N, understanding Wally's feelings immediatly.

''Yesss...'', his eyes half-closed dreamily, ''I wanted to confess it to you...'' , his yellow lips ghosted Y/N's...

''For ssso long...''

They finally shared a kiss. He stroked their cheeks tenderly and coiled around them even more...

Home had to contain a creak of fangirling...Then she purposely closed her eyes to let you two be...

THE END

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