#both of them need to be placed under a restraining order

[relmint-draws]

Peak Good Girl x Bad Boy dynamic

[maxinesgun]

sneaky linking with abby ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

fwb, soft dom!abby, fem!reader, strap sex, fingering (r!receiving), rough/rushed sex. wc 0.8k ᡣ𐭩

a/n: why do i lowk want to write more of these two?? the dynamic turned out kinda cute lmao

"You sure no one's coming in here?" Abby asked breathlessly as she helped you pull your shirt up over your head and toss it haphazardly aside. You began fumbling clumsily with the button of your pants as Abby's hands flew to her belt, unbuckling it and tugging it off feverishly.

You were both already breathing heavily, stumbling into each other and working to shed your clothes frantically as if you'd die if you waited another moment to touch each other. It had only been two days, but it felt like much longer. Too long.

"I'm sure. It's always empty," you assured her, shoving your jeans down your hips with one hand and pulling her into you with the other, so that both of you fell back against the wall. You were in some kind of storage room that seemed to be forgotten, small and tucked away in a far corner of the Stadium that was never busy. Perfect for your and Abby's... meetings.

Abby grunted a little as she collided with you, her hands immediately roaming hungrily over your bare torso and then dipping straight between your thighs, stroking you over your panties. "Don't know why we couldn't have just gone to my dorm," she muttered, rubbing her fingers over the damp fabric a few more times before shoving her hand under your waistband.

"Because," you panted, releasing a shaky breath as her fingers slipped through your wet folds, her thumb pressing over your clit, "last time we did, Manny almost walked in on you fucking me on your desk. Or did you forget?"

"We're not talking about Manny right now," she grunted, bracing an arm on the wall beside your head and leaning almost flush against you as she worked you. Her gaze was zeroed in on your breasts spilling out of your lacy bra, the sight clearly working her up.

"Right. Sorry." Not the time. You hooked a leg around her waist to allow her better access, your hands anchoring themselves on her thick biceps.

She thrusted two fingers inside you then, and your hips involuntarily arched into her touch, a soft moan falling from your lips. You were so slick with arousal that they slipped in easily, that your pussy made a squelching sound as she fucked you with them, curling them repeatedly into that tender spot as her thumb circled your clit.

"God—so fucking tight," she breathed, more to herself than you. She was looking down at the motion of her hand, at your hips rolling against her, her breathing growing heavier.

Your face had begun to screw up in response to the mounting pleasure, head tilting back against the wall and lips parted as her fingers thrusted into you, stretching you just right. Gradually, she sped up, and when the flaring heat started to become too intense, your grip tightened on her arm.

"Mph—need it, Abby," you moaned. When she continued her ministrations, apparently too caught up in the feel of you around her, you let out a strained groan. "Abs, fuck, please."

With a low sound, she pulled her fingers out of you, sucking the taste of you off her before hurriedly undoing her pants. "Turn around," she ordered, and you were quick to comply, turning and placing your hands against the wall.

You heard the sound of her zipper, the shuffling of her pants, and then your panties were violently tugged down, something nudging against your backside. A soft moan of anticipation fell from your lips, but you were both equally desperate, and you didn't have to wait long. The tip of the strap dragged along the slick of your entrance, Abby gripped your hips, positioning you, and then entered you with a firm thrust, filling you all at once.

The rhythmic sounds of her hips snapping against you filled the space, each one hard, unrelenting, pushing you up against the wall. You felt her warm breaths hitting your neck, heard the barely-restrained grunts in between her panting in your ear.

"Mm—mmph, Abby," you moaned out, because you knew hearing her name on your lips like that, all whiney and borderline pornographic, drove her insane—not that she'd ever admitted it. Sure enough, her grip on your hip tightened, and a guttural moan spilled out of her as her thrusts grew faster. You bit your lip against a smirk, reminding yourself in your blissed-out haze to tease her about it later.

"F-Fuck, take it," she huffed in your ear, each little whimper, each sweet sound she fucked out of you spurring her on. "So fuckin' good for me, baby."

It wasn't long before your breaths were stuttering, face scrunched in ecstasy as the heat in your core coiled tighter and tighter. With a muffled cry, you tumbled over the edge almost at the same time as Abby, cheek pressed against the wall and mouth hanging open in undisguised pleasure.

She slumped forward against you for a moment, catching her breath, before slowly pulling out of you, leaving you feeling empty. You turned, leaning back against the wall with shaky-feeling legs, watching her silently begin to dress. When she glanced up at you, you raised your brows at her.

"Baby?"

"Shut up," she muttered, cheeks turning pink.

[hoshigray]

𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 | ryōmen sukuna

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: true form! Sukuna x fem/afab! reader - mosterfucking - double penetration (he got two) - biting - spanking - light choking - mention of blood.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: a quick something I wrote for Sukuna to take a break from writing a fic + I have jack shit for him in my masterlist, lmao.

Ryōmen Sukuna is most definitely a biter. There is no need to state this since it is obvious. But imagine him plowing you from behind, watching your ass quake under his erratic thrusts, forcing out choked moans from your writhing body moving to and fro with his. Tears roll down warm cheeks onto the cold cream sheets that cover the futon. Hands grip the material for dear life with every rut to your leaky cunt. And when he smacks the cusp of your ass, a shriek cannot be restrained from your lips. 

Sukuna loves your screams. They please him to no end — a gorgeous tune to his devilish ears. As a sadistic man, nothing gives him more joy during these moments than inflicting pain onto your sweet tiny body forced to accommodate both his girthy cocks. A beast like him is allowed to use you as he sees fit. His little pet. His little toy. Not like you can refuse. Judging by how your body adapts to his dicks inside your holes, it is apparent that you're also enjoying this, too.

Two hands are stationed on your hips to propel you forward to him, and the other two hold your hands behind your back. You're left with nothing to conceal the whimpers and cries that fly out your mouth. He wants to hear it all — the sound of your ass meeting his pelvis, the choked sobs when his black fingertips dent into the depth of your hips, your pants for air as he takes them away. It turns him on so fucking much.

He can’t fight the urge anymore — the sight of your sweaty body quivering under his bow gets him riled up. Your skin, so beautiful and pure, displayed none of his markings from the times before now. Blue eyes narrow to your shoulder, clear of nothing but sweat. Well, he’s just going to have to fix that.

He comes down to your shoulder and sinks his teeth into your flesh. A sharp cry sneaks its way out of you. 

“Eyyahhhh!!! Su-Sukuna, don’t, please! I can’t have any ma— Ahhaahhnn!!”

“Who told you’re in a position to order me, brat?” He gives the mark on your shoulder a slow lick, tasting the twinge of blood to engage his taste. One of his hands snakes its way to your throat to squeeze. Your mind plunging into a deeper haze than before. “Know your place. Don’t stop screaming for me.”

More chews to your shoulders prompt more tears to escape from your strained-shut eyes. And the pacing of his cock becomes unbearably fast for your brain and senses to keep up. The pain inflicted by his demon mouth, along with the tongue from his stomach licking the sweat of your back, coinciding with the erratic tempo of his hips — it’s all too much to bear. And your release hits you hard, your cunt and ass clamping onto his lengths that continue to rut into your now sensitive parts.

“Mmmph, haahhh…Heh, now you think you can come without my permission, huh?” Sukuna whispers dangerously to your ear, and you whine when his teeth catch your lobe. “Such a pathetic pet, aren’t you.” He pistons his dicks deep inside, churning your tender areas to the point of incoherent babbles. “A damn noisy one, too…Hmmgh! Oh fuck, fuck…”

Before he experiences his climax, Sukuna gives the back of your neck one last bite. Your final shriek signals the ingress of his warm load filling your holes. He keeps you pinned to the futon, making sure you stay still for every bit of his essence to enter within you. Your mind is too far gone to try and fight it — too occupied with the feeling of him corrupting your body internally. Just letting him ride out his own crescendo until he slowly dismembers his huge members off of you. Heavy pants are used to steady his breathing, and he examines his messy work on your body. Bloody bite marks, your ass trembling from the onslaught of ruts and slaps, and silent tears trickle down a dazed face. He snickers to himself. 

“Perfect.”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2023 — dividers from @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[homiesexuallaj]

Red Ginseng

Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x reader

Warnings/Genre: a sex pollen fic <3, porn with plot, foreplay, semi-heavy petting, fingering (fem receiving), unprotected p in v (non recommended), fluff, smut, size kink if you squint, let me know if I missed anything, not proofread because I'm lazy

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You’d worked with the Mandalorian for a few years now. What started out as some commissioned help had developed into some lifelong work. You were good with a blaster and excellent with knifes, which you assumed in the beginning was why the Mandalorian kept you around. Now, you think he keeps you around simply for the company.

The Mandalorian is a many of few words, even this long into your partnership. He prefers to shoot first, ask later. He wasn’t also too fond of physical contact. You only felt the Mandalorian’s touch when he needed to pass you through the small hallway under the cockpit of the Razor Crest. This ship really wasn’t meant for two people..

This week, or two at this point, you’d been brought along to a forest-y planet that you couldn’t remember the name of in hopes of finally catching a bounty that the Mandalorian has been hunting for about a month now. This planet was hot and sticky. Leaves, vines, and other foliage practically soaked you when you just barely brushed past a leaf. It was irritating at this point, never being dry.

You let out a loud sigh, stomping over dead leaves and slapping away wet leaves. You were soaked through your clothes. You internally cringed at pealing your leather pieces from your body tonight. Just before a complaint crawls up your throat, an arm cut you off. You looked at the Mandalorian with scrunched eyebrows and annoyed eyes.

He only gestured ahead of you with his head.

You followed the gesture, peaking between your cover of leaves.

Ahead of you, in a shady clearing, is your’s and the Mandalorian’s bounty. It was a male Gungan with burnt orange skin and green eyes. With him was a small male Neimoidian with gray skin and gold eyes. Both were huddled around a smoking campfire, and were sopping wet and obviously malnourished. Runaway life seemed to be harder than they thought.

The Mandalorian caught your attention when he moved the arm down from in front of you.

You looked up at him, waiting to tell you what to do.

He gestured to the right with his head, indicating to circle around and trap the runaways in their clearing.

You headed off and around, careful to barely brushing by foliage and tiptoe over sticks. You positioned yourself facing the back of the Neimoidian. And you watched as your companion strutted into the clearing, the leaves of his cover dripping water onto his already shiny armor.

At the sound of a breaking twig, the runaways snapped their head in the direction of the Mandalorian. They both stood quickly, looking around nervously.

“A Mandalorian!” Exclaimed the Gungan. “What a surprise!” There was obvious panic on the creature’s face. “I didn’t know Mandalorian’s resided on this planet.”

“Perhaps he can show us to a nearby village,” The neimoidian hoped.

The Mandalorian only stayed quiet, waiting for the two to get their panicky blabbering over with. Once deemed quiet for long enough, he spoke.

“Via order of the leader of the planet Naboo,” The man started. “You two have a bounty placed on your head to be brought straight back to Her Majesty’s palace.”

“We can’t go back!” The gungan exclaimed.

The Mandalorian did not react. He only started walking towards them.

The creatures panicked and ran straight for you, the only clear way out of the semi-dry clearing. You jumped out, stopping the runaways in their path. You grabbed the small Neimoidian, trying to restrain him.

His partner, the Gungan, ran straight at you. He pushed himself against you and the Neimoidian, knocking all three of you over. It was a slick battle of trying to grab and get up at the same time.

There was a high-pitched zippering sound that caught your ears and the Gungan gasped, and you watched as he was dragged from the pile and back towards your partner.

The tussle got easier again, with only you going against one. The small Neimoidian fought and squirmed, but his small stature made it an easy fight for you. You restrained him with ease, knocking him to the ground and holding him down back and arm twisted around his back and a knee across both of his legs.

You heard a battle-ish cry and looked up.

The Gungan had leapt from the ground and onto the Mandalorian. The Gungan used his bottom half to grab onto the upper half of the Mandalorian and send them both tumbling down a small hill and into some foliage. Squabbling and scrambling was heard before the Gungan crawled back up into the clearing. He took a gasp of air before there was a shot of something and he fell to the ground.

You’d thought for a moment that the Mandalorian had killed him out of frustration, which wouldn’t have been the first time.

The Mandalorian came out from the foliage, his shoulders heaving as he caught his breath. His chest place and lower left part of his helmet was covered in this sticky looking red pollen, no doubt from a flower or two. As you looked him over, you saw a blaster in his right hand.

“Only a stunner,” The Mandalorian said. “Don’t worry.”

Without another word, he pointed the stunner at the Neimoidian and shot before the creature could get in his pleas. He went limp with sleep, finally.

You both picked up your respective bounties and hauled them over your shoulders. You made your way through the foliage and towards the ship. After you figured enough time had passed for the Mandalorian to catch his breath you started talking.

“What is that stuff?” You asked, hoping he knew that you were talking about the pollen.

“Pollen from a flower I’ve never seen before,” The Mandalorian answered, his voice slightly gruff. “It got under my helmet.”

“I hope there’s no side affects to inhaling the stuff,” You wondered.

“I hope not,” Your partner sounded disgruntled.

You thought back to the time where you tripped and fell into a garden of flowers you’d never seen before. All was fine and dandy until about halfway through that job. You’d becoming loopy and tripped over your feet about every other step. There was no way you’d be able to help the Mandalorian now, so he hauled you over his shoulder, much like he’d done to the Gungan now, and brought you back to the Razor Crest. He sat you down in your bunk, which was one of two bunks in the Razor Crest, and told you very sternly to stay. And off he went.

You don’t remember what you said during that time, but you hope it was nothing too embarrassing.

Once you two arrived at the ship, the Mandalorian encased both bounties in a block of carbonate and slowly got settled into the ship for the night. The Mandalorian disappeared in the refresher to shower and clean his armor and you wandered into the shared space of yours and the Mandalorian’s impromptu shared closet/bedroom space.

It was a small nook in a semi-hidden corner in the bottom half of the Razor Crest. The only light over here was a small lamp you’d bought for the space and the dim lights from your bunks. There were shelves and racks here for clothes, towels, blankets, shoes, and other necessities.

Taking advantage of the limited time of the Mandalorian showering and cleaning his armor, you peeled off your soaked clothes and limited pieces of leather armor. It was more a struggle that it needed to be, but soon enough you were free from your uncomfortably wet prison and it was a wet pile on the ground. You changed into some looser, brown cloth pants and a large white sleeveless shirt, with some socks and a knife around your waist to accompany you. You patted your hair dry with a towel before brushing it out and picking up your wet clothes and towel. You hung the clothes on a nearby rack that was below a vent in the ship, hoping to dry them off before the day tomorrow.

You sighed, stretching a bit. The hiss of the refresher door opening caught your attention and you turned.

The Mandalorian made his way from the steaming doorway, clad in some now shiny steel armor.

“Feel better?” You asked, still observing him.

He hummed in affirmative, making his way past you and up the ladder to the cockpit.

You followed.

When you found you footing on the cold, metal floor of the cockpit, you saw that the Mandalorian was already typing in coordinates for Naboo.

“We’re not taking off already, are we?” You asked, coming up beside him to watch as he pressed buttons.

“No,” The Mandalorian answered. “But I would like to get up early and take off as soon as possible.”

“Why? Is this planet to wet for you?” You teased. “Or are there too many weird, stinky flowers.”

The Mandalorian only looked at you, before turning his attention back to the buttons so he could finish what he was doing. Once done, you noted that the armored man hobbled his way over to his captain’s chair and groaned as he sat, subtly clutching his right side.

Upon not so close inspection, you could see blood seeping out from his black flight suit and pouring over his metal belt, the black cloth damp across the ribcage on the Mandalorian’s right side.

“Mando, you can’t even take the time to stitch yourself up in the shower?” You scolded lightly.

He knew what you were talking about immediately, “It wasn’t bleeding in the shower.”

“Mando.” You scolded.

He only sighed.

“C’mon,” You gave a sigh of your own after a few heartbeats. “Let’s get you stitched up.”

You made your way down to the second level of the Razor Crest first, knowing that the Mandalorian wouldn’t have to take much convincing to follow you down.

While you dug around for a medpack, the Mandalorian sat down on a crate, awaiting your instruction.

Once you found a medpack, you drug over another crate and set that medpack on top of that, opening it and making sure it had all the supplies you needed.

“Alright, armor off,” You order around first.

The Mandalorian unclasped his chestplate and abdomen armor from his torso. Then he removed his cape, setting all pieces to the side. You did the next parts yourself.

You pushed up his shirt and slowly inched down the tight cloth he wore around his mid to lower abdomen until you had clear view of the cut that made its home on the Mandalorian’s right side.

The cut was long and jagged, looking like whatever cut him had torn its way forcefully through the layers of cloth and into the skin. The Mandalorian was lucky that whatever cut him didn’t cut him deep, but it was still needed-stitches deep.

Before continuing, you went and grabbed a washrag and wet it in the refresher’s sink before settling back down at the Mandalorian’s side and wiping off the blood that had smudged around the wound, revealing the golden skin that hid under the armor.

It wasn’t the first time seeing the Mandalorian’s skin, having needed to stitch him up a few times now, but it still caught you by surprise, especially when you could see the muscle rippling under his flesh with every move. It was still distracting, especially as the Mandalorian stretched an arm over his head so you could work with more area.

You shook your head slightly, willing away your distracted brain. After a few more wipes against the skin, all blood was gone. You grabbed a bottle of medical alcohol and damped the rag with the liquid, wiping and the dabbing the wound with that now, hoping to kill off any chance of infection. And next, the stitches. You grabbed a sterile needle from the medpack and situated a thing of thread through the eye. You glanced up at the Mandalorian, anxiety making you nervous.

“Ready?” You asked, giving the Mandalorian a few moments to compose himself.

He nodded.

The Mandalorian never really reacted when you stitched him up, but the tense muscles and the clenching of fists was the tale tell sign of discomfort and pain.

Upon the first stab of the needle, the Mandalorian sucked in a breath and you heard the squeak of leather as the Mandalorian clenched his fists.

“Breath, Mando,” You told him. “I’ll be as quick as I can.”

It was a slow process of stitching up the jagged wound, but in order to close it properly you had to take your time. Before long, you were done. You tied the stitch off and cut the thread with some small sheets you kept in the medpack. In order to keep the wound clean, you packed some firm cotton around the wound and wrapped some gauze around his abdomen to both keep out germs and hold the cotton in place. You gathered up the medical supplies and turned to put most of it back into the medpack, and threw the used and unclean stuff, like the needle, away. After getting the area situation again, you crowded into the Mandalorian’s space, checking that the gauze was tight, but not too tight.

“Okay,” You patted the Mandalorian down. “I’ll have to check the wound and change the bandages tomorrow morning.”

He nodded.

To check, you poked around the wound again, to make sure there was no excess bleeding. Upon touching a tender spot, the Mandalorian groaned and grabbed onto your waist, the closest thing for him to grab.

On instinct, you jerked your hand away and froze at the contact. A shiver erupted from the grasp and traveled outwards through your body and a hint of heat bubbled in your lower abdomen. It was still moment before your touch sense picked up on something else, how hot his hands were. Not on an attractive scale, but on a temperature scale. From the scarce touches that the Mandalorian provided you, you knew that his hands were abnormally hot. Without thinking, you reached down between the Mandalorian’s legs and placed the inside of your wrist on the man’s upper thigh, noting that the heat radiating through the pants was abnormal as well.

Full on concern, you spoke, “Mando, you’re running a temperature!”

At your words and touches, the Mandalorian adjusted his hips, dragging your attention to the tense cotton between his legs.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry!” You tore your hand away from his thigh. “I-I was just checking your temperature, I promise! When I was little my mom used to check my temperature this way!”

The Mandalorian only groaned in response, gripping your waist tighter and hanging his head, which ended up resting on your stomach.

“But I think you’re sick, Mando,” You held your arms up and away from the man’s body, not sure where to put them.

The armored man only groaned again before a strained voice broke its way through the static of his modulator, “Hot. It’s so hot..”

“Okay umm,” You hesitated. “Do I have permission to take the rest of your armor and shirt off? It should help you cool down.”

You felt the Mandalorian nod, so you got to work with unclasping his shoulder and forearm armor and setting the pieces on the ground. Carefully you inched the t-shirt off and over his helmet, and found out that the overheating man wore two shirts and inched off the long sleeved turtleneck he wore to keep his skin concealed from the world. And finally you took off his gloves. With all these clothes on, you wondered when he had the time to get sun and make his skin such a golden tan. It had to have been when you’re not around, or busy with something inside the ship.

The Mandalorian still rested his head against your stomach and his hands had wandered down from your waist to your thighs, gripping the flesh.

Letting your eyes wander before the Mandalorian sat back up, you noted that his back was wide and rippled with muscle at every breath. The skin was littered with scars, big and small, short and long. The perks of being a bounty hunter, I guess.

You tried to keep your hands to yourself, you really did, but the temptation to rest your hands upon the Mandalorian's shoulders was too much. You gave into the temptation and the man jumped below you before relaxing under your touch.

After a few more heaving breaths, the Mandalorian sat up and looked up at you. You could feel his intense gaze boring into you from underneath a heavily tinted visor of his helmet. His large hands squeezed at the fat of your thighs again before he tried to speak.

"I need you," The man croaked out.

"Wha-?" You were shellshocked at the confession.

"Please," He practically begged. "I can't-"

He could barely finish his sentence before a shivered flowed throughout his body and a groan forced itself passed the Mandalorian's vocal chords.

"Ok-okay," You agreed, nervous. "What-what do I do?"

You could barely get the words from your mouth before the Mandalorian stood at his full height. You hands fell from his shoulders and he gripped your own, his large hands engulfed the area. Gently but urgently, the tall man pushed you backwards. You had no idea where you were going until your surroundings became overcast and you were dead-legged by a firm object behind you. You fell and the plush surface of an unmade bed caught you. The overwhelming smell of manly musk and leather were tell-tale signs that you'd been pushed into the bottom bunk of the small sleeping lofts, the Mandalorian's bunk.

Metal sliding against metal filled the small area and the bunk became dark, too dark to see. You could hear a small "hiss" from somewhere above you and a "clank" of metal being dropped to the ground.

A hand patting around on the side of your face, fingers gently finding their way around. A finger found your lips and within a heartbeat it was replaced by a pair of lips. You jumped in surprise, grabbing onto the body that hovered over you, meeting thick biceps.

The Mandalorian leaned down onto his forearms, one hand resting against the side of your face. He kissed and kissed, switching between quick pecks or smooches. A shiver passed over his body and you heard a groan and a quiet "smack" of a mouth opening. You met the man's open mouth with one of your own, and the Mandalorian practically plunged his tongue into your mouth.

Your tongues danced and teeth found lips, tugging slightly. The Mandalorian pulled away for a moment before nosing his way over the right side of your face and burying himself into your neck. He started out with kissing all over, searching for sweet spots, before leaving open mouthed kisses all over. He accompanied the wet kisses with nips of teeth and the sucking of skin.

At a particularly harsh nip you gasped, "Mando!"

"Din," The Mandalorian breathed out.

"Huh?" You questioned through a foggy brain.

"My name," The Mandalorian answered. "It's Din."

You nodded, hoping that the Mandalorian, Din, would feel your response.

Din moved over to the left side of your neck, giving this side the same treatment.

You felt one of his arms move and you felt a tug at your waistline. A quiet hiss of fabric rubbing against fabric told you that Din was untying the tie at the waist of your pants. You let it happen, gladly. After the loosening of the tie, you could feel your pants and underwear being pushed down. You helped Din out, lifting your hips and using your hands to help shimmy the clothes down your legs. You kicked the fabric away. Instinctively, you tried to close your legs at the cool air against your center, but the body between your legs prevented that. You jumped at the feeling of foreign fingers exploring your lower lips. They traced the skin before dipping into the slit and feeling up the wet flesh hidden away. Din's fingers danced all around, feeling you up and almost trying to mesmerize the new area of flesh. They traveled up and up before skimming against your clit. You hissed at the contact, gripping Din's left bicep tighter. He doubled back, finding your sweet spot.

"Here?" The man asked, rubbing your clit with two fingers.

"Yeah," You breathed out.

The warmth and presence of a body left you as Din sat up. His fingers began rubbing and circling themselves around and on your clit. His other hand gripped at your hip, attempting to keep you still.

You gripped at the wrist of the man's left hand, the one gripping your hip. You whined and moaned, squirming below the man. Due to the special attention and desperation, it didn't take you long to climb to your peak. Your pelvis tightened and tightened.

"You gonna cum?" Din asked, his own arousal evident in his voice.

"Y-yes, sir!" You answered.

Din kept the same pace and pressure and before long you were crying out and squirming. Din kept his fingers moving, helping you ride out your orgasm. But the man kept moving, driving you into overstimulation. You tried to pull Din's hand away from your clit but he captured both your wrists in his left hand and kept moving his hand until you tried to close your legs.

You took a deep breath and relaxed, skin cold due to a light sheen of sweat. You tried to catch your breath and Din pulled his fingers away from your clit. Only a few seconds after did you feel a prodding against your vaginal hole. Din's already wet fingers and your soaking arousal made it easy for Din to edge his one finger inside of you. It wasn't hard to do and you felt his finger, whichever one it was, press itself against your cervix. The Mandalorian gave a few gentle pumps of his finger, bringing out gasps and moans from you.

You yelped a bit, Din's finger pressing uncomfortably against your cervix.

"Two-" You tried to speak between breaths. "Two fingers."

A grunt answered you and Din pulled his singular finger out before pressing two against your opening. He slid in with ease. It was uncomfortable at first, but after a few squelching pumps of the man's fingers you relaxed.

Sensing your relaxed state, Din pulled his fingers from your cunt, which caused a noise of protest to sound from your chest. You could hear the shuffling of clothes and the drop of fabric onto the floor. Din sat you up and moved around you, laying down and taking up your place on the bed. You felt hands grab at you and urge you in a certain direction.

You followed his hands, moving up and over to straddle the Mandalorian. You were surprised to find that the man had already discarded his armor, pants, and boxers. You hovered over Din's pelvis and felt around for his cock. Your searching hand skimmed over Din's dick and you heard the man take in a sharp breath. You grabbed the member, taking note of it's girth, length, and a vein that traveled up the side. You adjusted your body and pressed your vaginal hole over DIn's dick. The head stretched you out a bit more than his fingers and you whimpered at the feeling. A few more presses down and the head practically popped into you. You sighed, sinking down more until you and Din were pelvis to pelvis.

"Comfortable?" Din asked, obviously breathless below you.

"Umm it's-" You tried to get words past you tongue. "Something doesn't feel right."

"Here," Din gripped your hips and forced you down more onto his pelvis.

The movement caused Din's cock to press wonderfully and overwhelmingly against your cervix. You cried out, gripping onto Din's biceps again.

At the adjustment, Din started shallowly thrusting up into you. His hands wandered up from your hips to your abdomen. He gripped your loose t-shirt and pulled it up and off your body. Both of you were now completely naked.

"Gods..," Din breathed out.

He gripped your hips once again, urging you to move on top of him. The meeting of your pelvises was made apparent by a slapping sound. You couldn't help but throw your head up, eyes squeezing shut. You still gripped onto Din's biceps. Din groaned and gasped below you, growling as his thrusts became harsher.

In an almost too-quick-to-process movement, Din gripped your hair into a ponytail in one of his hands and pulled you down by an arm around your shoulder blades. He smashed your lips together so hard to almost hurt. He opened his mouth almost instantly, invading your mouth with his tongue. You wrapped your arms around his head and gripped his hair. His messy, wavy hair caught you by surprise, having never actually seen or felt his hair. You wondered what color it was.

The Mandalorian pulled you from your thoughts when he pulled away and buried his face into the left side of your neck, resuming his previous kissing and nipping. At a rather harsh nip, you pulled the man's hair and Din groaned.

Almost out of nowhere, Din's thrusts up into you sped up and lost their rhythm. His body tensed and you inferred that Din was getting close to his own orgasm. You could feel his heartbeat speed up below you and his breathing become ragged.

"Bite me," You begged.

Din made a questioning noise below you.

A moan forced itself as a sob from your throat and you begged pitifully, "Bite me- bite me- bite me!"

Din listened to your cock drunk babbling and sunk his teeth into your neck. With a muffled groan and the tightening of his jaw, Din reached the peak of his orgasm. Slowly, his harsh thrusts slowed and he relaxed, still keeping himself buried in you. The man unsunk his teeth and let your hair go, letting his head fall back into a pillow and wrapping his other arm around you.

You relaxed into Din's sweaty, hot body. You waited until you caught your breath before speaking.

"You feel better?" You asked.

"Yes," Din answered with a sigh. "Thank you."

You responded with a hum.

"Can we..," Din hesitated. "Can we stay like this for a little bit?"

"Of course," You tell Din. "For as long as you want."

[schemmentisimpasours]

Simping for Schemmenti

THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL

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Summary: Melissa has been pining after you all school year and after a much needed push to finally tell you.

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It was the last day of school, a half day, that Janine had turned into one last employee outing. At first, everyone was resistant until you offered up your sister’s pool while she was away on vacation. Once you had promised Ava it was in a nice neighborhood and yes she was a real doctor that she had agreed as long as she could bring her ring light. Janine and Gregory had readily agreed when they looked up how hot it would be. Barb only hesitated until she was promised cocktails. Jacob promised to bring a volleyball for water sports. It was only Melissa that needed convincing.

��Mel, come on you don’t want to spend one last day together before we all separate for the summer?” You asked leaning to pluck a piece of chocolate croissant off her plate.

Everyone else would have gotten their hand slapped (even Barb) but you had a special claim over Melissa’s food. You always had a special place with Melissa since you started working at Abbott at the beginning of the year, when you had proved yourself as a more than adequate 3rd grade teacher in her opinion and pulled a knife from underneath your skirt to defend a child from a hostile dad breaking a restraining order. However, that was a story to be explained more fully for a different day. 

  You seemed to have fit in easily with everyone at Abbott. Being Ava’s friend since childhood she gave you shit constantly but you had a nerdy side that appealed to both Jacob and Janine. Gregory and you had become close over his love of gardening and how you were more than willing to follow his directions on how to care for it while he was gone. Even Mr. Johnson appreciated your extra help in fixing things that seemed to go wrong around the school. Barb had loved you when you came in mumbling the hints for the crossword under your breath one morning, and she finally had someone to do them with. 

Now you stared at Melissa and the woman tried to put up another protest before Barb gave her a sharp kick to the shin. She kicked back before replying, “Of course as long as I get to cook the snacks. I don’t trust any of y’all with food.”

A huge smile spread across your face, “Great, I will go finish the details and text y’all the address.”

When the bell rang and the teachers made their way to classrooms, Melissa pulled Barb to the side, “I’m going to have a bruise because of you. What the hell was that for?

“Because you were about to say no to one final day with Y/N. You still haven’t told her about your feelings and you really want to go the whole summer without seeing her,” Barb retorted.

“Maybe they will go away this summer.”

Barbra’s friend let out a hearty laugh, “I have watched you try to get over this crush ever since you eye banged her over the knife fight. I am not going to watch you sulk all summer because she isn’t around to pester you with nonsense questions. Now tell me why you didn’t want to go.”

Melissa groaned, pushing her glasses up, “Because the thought of Y/N in a swimsuit of any kind makes me have all sorts of not school appropriate thoughts.”

“Good thing we won’t be in school,” Barb laughed before heading into her classroom.

Melissa shook her head before making her way to her own class. On the way, she peeked into your room. You were sitting on the top of your desk, legs spread in your blue jeans with your burgundy converse swinging back and forth, showing how short you actually were. It made her smile the way you were so comfortable in your classroom.

Melissa could have stood there staring at you all day but a child grabbed her hand, “Mrs. Schemmenti we are waiting for you.”

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The final day of school came and soon everyone was sprawled out by the pool. You had your face in a book toes dipped into the water. A loose red Abbot Elementary shirt was rolled up and tucked into your swim suit top showing off your black biker shorts. You had intentions of getting into the water at some point but little did you know that plan that your coworkers had put together. Sick of you and Melissa flirting with each other but never making a move it was Barb you had called together the group. And Ava who had enforced fear upon Janine to actually keep the secret. 

“Y/N what book you reading?” Janine asked leaning over. 

You went to show her the cover but she snatched it from you and Ava rushed in behind you and pushed you in. You fell into the pool popping back up quickly but not before you were entirely soaked. You whipped your head towards Ava and Janine who were laughing.

“Ava, I expected this from you. But Janine. I thought you were above this,” You said before whipping your wet t-shirt at both of them.

“We wanted you to get into the pool and actually enjoy the event that you planned,” Ava smirked.

“You getting in then?”

“Girl you know I just got my nails down,” She said holding them up to reflect the blue and green sparkles, “I couldn’t get..”

She stopped mid sentence as your shorts hit her square in the face, “You nasty Y/N, I never asked for you to be dropping drawers for me. We all know you got a crush on someone else in the school.”

“Ava!” You screamed and then sank under the water trying to compose yourself. You jumped up quickly off the edge and pulled Ava back into the water with you. 

You both landed with a splash, but came up both laughing. Janine jumped in after you and soon the three of you were hounding the boys to let you play volleyball with them. 

While all of this transpired, Barb was watching Melissa intently. Melissa’s eyes had been on you the whole party, to the point she could have told you how far you had gotten in your book Legendborn. When you had thrown your shirt at Ava, exposing your purple bikini top she had taken an audible gulp. Then when you had tackled Ava to the pool and the couple of moments your barely covered ass had been showing Barbra could have sworn that Melissa’s face had started to sweat.

“You are going to bore a hole in that poor girl’s head,” Barb said, shaking Melissa.

“There relationship is so odd,” Melissa said, avoiding Barbara’s comment, “Ava is a completely different person around her. Happier.. Less cliques.”

“Y/N brings out the best in people. Including you,” Barb smiles, “However if you don’t tell her your feelings soon I may have to scream it like Ada just did.”

“So you did hear that?” Melissa said finally flipping her eyes off you, “Who do you think she was talking about.”

“You! You bumbling idiot,” Barb muttered.

Before Melissa could respond, you were calling her name. She looked over and you and swore under her breath. You were perched up boobs on the pools edge your hair falling in wet droplets around you. 

“So what do you say Mel, you coming to join us so we can beat the boys,” You said, breaking her out of her silence.

“Boys and Janine!” 

“Yes and Janine,” You rolled your eyes, “Come on we bet tickets to the next Eagles came that my sister got at work.”

“For the Eagles I will do anything,” Melissa smiled quickly shedding of her pool cover and jumping in the pool. 

Barb smiled from the sidelines, winking to Ava their plan was working. 

With Barb roped into being the referee the heated game of volleyball lasted about an hour with your team coming out victorious. You turned around and gave Ada a huge high five before turning to Melissa. You raised your arms but instead, Melissa pulled you in close, placing a kiss to your lips. 

It took your breath away to feel her pressed up against you, hands wrapped into your hair. The kiss was timid at first until you reciprocated the kiss and then all bets were off.  You wrapped your arms tight around her until the cheering started. 

The kiss was broken leaving you breathless and you looked at your coworkers all letting out loud whoops. Your face turned a bright red but Melissa still kept her arms around you in a hug.

“What ya looking at you pervs?” Melissa barked, making everyone laugh and lightening your embarrassment.

“Two people who finally got over themselves and decided to reveal their feelings for each other,” Ava laughed, “Now get a room or something. We don’t need Barb to have to go to confessional over y’all fucking in the pool.”

You and Melissa flipped her off simultaneously, making you laugh again. This woman, with her red hair plastered around the curves of the face you had spent hours memorizing. Blue eyes sparkled down at you and you knew that you could get lost into them forever. 

“What do you say Y/N, me and you on a real date tomorrow night. I’ll cook you dinner and the whole nine yards.” 

You grinned giving her another small kiss, “Sounds wonderful.”

The rest of the day Melissa kept close by placing small kisses on whatever exposed skin she could find. She held your hand while talking to Barbra and made you a plate of food before making sure that you sat down at the table next to her. 

“Yo Red!” Ava yelled, sliding into the seat next to you, “You understand she was my girl first, right. I still get first dibs on where we sit at lunch.”

“Yeah whatever Ava,” Melissa said before kissing your cheek, “We all know you don’t like sharing.”

“Neither do you,” Ava retorted, “Yet Y/N is the only one you let steal your food every day.”

You paused with a piece of Melissa’s cannoli in your grasp, “Not even Barb.”

“No hun, I left that pleasure for you only.”

“Fuck,” You whispered, “Really should have seen the signs.”

Melissa laughed squeezing your hand, “And I should have had the balls to tell you sooner.”

[freakyformula]

Honeymooners part 2

Summary: You'd been together for 5 years, you and Lewis. And finally, you tie the knot. But you've made a promise that you're scared to fulfill...

A/N: Read part 1 for context. No part 3 requests please, I'll make another chapter if I feel like it.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, smut, fluff, oral (both receiving), praise kink ig, creampie

Word count: 4,9k

The warm air that greets you upon landing in Mexico contrasts with the air that is chilled by air conditioning in the cabin of the plane. You had arrived in the middle of the night and the city looked awfully calm. When you landed and got into the taxi though, you had to swallow the fact that you were wrong and realised the city was full of life. The streets were full of people, both locals and tourists. The drive to the outskirts of the buzzing city felt awfully long, and you almost dozed off on Lewis' shoulder.

When you arrive to your destination, you believe you got the wrong address. The only thing in vicinity of the abandoned-looking house is a beach and some palm trees.

"Are you sure this is the right place?" You glance over at Lewis.

"I am, come!" He says enthusiastically as he takes your hand.

As you walk closer to the hut, you see lights spread all over.

"Oh, Lewis." You start, not knowing what to say. As you walk along the candle-lit path, Lewis grabs hold of you and pulls you into his arms. You're taken back to the times when your dad would carry you to bed at night, and you feel just as safe in Lewis' arms as you did in your fathers.

When you get inside, you're met with more candles. You turn around to face the man behind you, lost in a frenzy of lust, and there is no way to restrain it. You feel yourself growing more feral by the second.

Lewis walks up to you and grabs your hands, holding them tight, and giving them a few squeezes. He communicates with you in a language that doesn't require spoken words. His eyes tell you everything you need to know.

"I am sure." You breathe out heavily, craving his warm embrace. You feel yourself pulsating in your panties. Lewis doesn't waste his time, and lifts you up into his arms, making you giggle like a schoolgirl. When he kicks open the door to the bedroom, he orders you to the bed.

"Please, Y/N, sit." He says as he stays put in the room's entrance, holding his arm on the doorframe to support himself. You shoot him another look as you walk towards the bed, and sit down.

"Good girl." He starts as he starts walking over to you with slow steps.

"Safe word?" He asks.

"Safe word?" You ask him.

"Yeah, safe word. You know, in case we need to stop for any reason."

"Oh, right. I don't know, suggestions?" You ask, this being new to you.

"What do you think about the traffic light system?

Red- full stop and hands off,

Yellow- proceed with caution,

Green- more, please.

How does that sound to you, sweetheart?" He asks.

"Sounds good to me." You smile nervously as he sinks down in front of you, helping you remove your shoes. When they're off and Lewis is done tickling you under your feet, making you kick and laugh, he comes to a full stop. You look at him nervously, worried you did something wrong. All of your senses are on high alert, so when he touches you, goosebumps appear on your skin, giving you chills. His hands move up your legs, his touch is feather-light, barely touching your sensitive skin. You fall onto the bed and surrender completely to his mercy.

When his hands reach your thighs, you gasp in delight. "Please, Lewis." You beg.

"What do you need, sweetheart, say it."

"Need you!" You exclaim in irritation, as if it is the most obvious thing in the world. Lewis responds with a chuckle, not pushing you further, and then uses his hands to pull down your shorts. He accidentally pulls down your underwear in the process too, revealing your bare pussy to him. When the smell of you hits him, he lets out a moan.

"Jesus, baby, smell so good." He whispers as he leans down to you and gives your lower stomach a wet kiss. He moves up, much to your dissatisfaction, as you want him lower. His hands move up to your shirt and pulls it over your head, revealing your cute bralette under it.

His hands creep under you, unbuckling the last piece of clothing. He throws the bralette somewhere in the room and goes to work.

You lean into his touch as his hands cup your tits and slide over your nipples, wanting more. "So responsive…" He whispers. His hands and mouth are all over you, licking, biting, squeezing, palming… Everywhere but where you need him most. The feeling drives you mad and you grab his hand to pull him where you want him, but he pulls away.

"What do you want, Y/N? Be specific."

"Need… Need your fingers… In me." You whisper, barely audible. Your confession makes you cringe and you hide away in your hands. Lewis is having none of it though, and pulls your hands off your face.

"Good girl." Lewis says, satisfied. He wanted you to be more open when it came to intimacy, and this was a good first step. You being able to talk about what you like and what you want from him.

Then, with a smile on his face, he leans in and breaks into your mouth, sucking on your lower lip, licking your teeth, and fighting for control with your tongue.

His kiss moves down to your neck, and the first mark of your life is sucked on your velvety soft skin. He stops what he's doing because of the gasp you make as you feel the sharpness of his way to worship you.

"You okay?" He asks.

"Green." You confirm, unable to form any sentences. His mouth leaves purple marks everywhere they touch, and you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter.

"You're so gorgeous… That pretty face of yours, these tits, and this… Pussy." He coos as his fingers touch the space between your legs.

It feels like you've ascended into heaven. His soft touch touching your clit, and diving down along your slit to your opening. You have been naked before, but you have never been bare, not like you are right now. Lewis sees every part of you in a new light, like he is seeing you for the first time ever. You feel the connection you are currently making, it's there, raw and newborn. You are sure Lewis feels it too, but you decide to let it be an unspoken discovery.

You were so reactive to him, not only his touch, but also his words, his smell, his voice, his soul.

Love is a sickness, you felt weak when you gazed up at him, like you were coming down with the flu. But at the same time, you felt a tingle, the same tingle you felt so many times before when you saw him. And not the usual look you would give a loved one on a daily basis. No, a real intense stare, noticing every little detail about them, the little things that made them who they were.

You squeeze your eyes shut in anticipation, you do not dare to look at him, wherever he is. When you feel his warm breath above your face, your breath hitches and you hold your breath. The tension could be cut with a dull knife at this point, and Lewis knew how ready you were for him, egging you on even further, testing how far he could push you.

When the tip of his tongue finally touches your flushed cheek, you groan. "Don't tease!" You whine.

His tongue licks a stripe down to your sternum and stops. His hands grab a hold of your tits and his mouth takes turns to suck on your hardened nipples. His tongue sucks onto your peaks as it moves around them, earning a moan from you. Then, a small, playful, bite. You yelp from the sudden wave of pain, but when he does it again, lighter this time, you look down at him and lock eyes. God, was he beautiful like this. He continues licking adorations along your body, loving lower with time.

His mouth dances on your skin, licking down your ribcage, and down to your belly button. His touch, addicting and hot, makes you shiver in anticipation. When his tongue reaches the space between your belly and your mound, (your lower stomach, if you will) he stops. "So this is what it feels like feeling pleasure without receiving pleasure…" He concludes to himself. You can't hear him, you are busy focusing on your breathing, afraid to lose it to the pleasure you are feeling.

You are lost to him, losing all sense of time and space. And when you feel his mouth on your clit, your mind goes blank, you are a groaning mess as he starts to work your clit with his tongue and mouth. He is sucking, flicking, and caressing your thighs with his hands, holding you in place for his treatment.

"Taste just as good as you smell." He whispers to himself, high enough for you to hear but you don't react.

He moves down to your entrance, teasing your sopping hole with his tongue. "Just imagine Y/N, this is where my cock will be in a bit. I can't wait."

You want to answer, but you don't find the correct words, so you settle on moaning like a proper mess. You're close, and Lewis takes notice by the way you're pulsating around nothing but his tongue.

"Cum for me, sweetheart, you can do it." He coaxes you, and a mere couple of seconds later, you're cumming around his tongue, yelling, whimpering and convulsing in his grasp. You just had the strongest orgasm of your life, and that was only by his tongue. You slowly come back to awareness by his tongue still inside you.

Jesus Christ, you think to yourself. As you come down from your peak, Lewis continues his assault on your poor clit, working you towards another orgasm. You feel his hands on the back of your thighs, pulling your legs up. His hand moves down to where his face is already working on you and places a few carefully considered circles around your clit. His fingers are replaced with his mouth, and you feel his finger teasing your entrance.

"Can I?" He asks tenderly.

"Yeah.." You answer out of breath.

The breach is more welcome than anything. You groan out as you feel his finger working its way inside of you, and with the angle of your hips, he instantly hits the right spot. Surely, this was something that Lewis had worked out beforehand.

Then, another finger. He gives you some time to adjust, and slowly, almost too slowly, he starts pumping into you at a persistent pace. The feeling of his mouth sucking down on your clit and his fingers preparing you for him, drives you closer to the edge faster than you could ever have imagined. With a few more pumps of his fingers, you cum, for the second time of the night. The sight of you, completely out of it, makes his dick twitch; the knowledge that he was the cause, that is.

You shoot up when you have recovered enough. His turn. You see the bulge and almost feel sorry for him. You unbutton his shorts and slide your hand inside. Lewis falls back on his back, and you follow him, kneeling next to him. It takes you some time, but when you finally get his shorts off, he's left in his shirt and underwear. You decide to tackle the problem in his briefs first, and pull his member out. Poor Lewis, he was hard as a rock, and panting heavily as your soft touch slid up and down his length. His member was veiny, with a particularly large vein sitting comfortably on the backside of his shaft. You slide back his foreskin, and admire his wet pink tip for a moment. The sight makes your mouth water.

He can't help holding on to the bedsheets for dear life as he feels your tongue on the tip of his twitching cock. You taste his arousal on your tongue, making you both moan out in unison.

You take his tip into your mouth, closing your mouth around it. You start to suck on it, your tongue sliding around him and along the slit of his cock. The more of him you take into your mouth, the louder he moans. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't fit his whole length into your mouth. When his tip hit the back of your throat, you gag. Lewis instantly looks down on you and pulls you off.

"Don't do that to yourself, baby." He looks at you with a genuine expression. When his cock slides into your mouth again, you don't force it, as you bob your head up and down. When he feels himself getting dangerously close, he pulls you off him.

"Do you feel ready?" He asks while his fingers brush your cheek.

"I think so?" You ask yourself while nodding.

"Colour?"

"Green." You reply.

"Good girl." He coos as he helps you onto your back, spreading your legs for him.

"Just let me know if I'm hurting you." He says before he gives his member a few pumps. When you feel his cock against your entrance, you instinctively tense up. Lewis notices, and tuts. "Just breathe, sweetheart, I've got you. Everything is alright." He tries to comfort. You try your best to breathe and take a few deep breaths. When he is back at your entrance, your hands interlock, and he lifts your hips up to ease his way inside. When you feel the pop of your entrance giving way, you yelp.

The pain of him entering your tight pussy is impossible to ignore. Lewis stops your whine with a kiss and stills inside of you, allowing you to adjust around him. He pulls his tip out only to push it back in, and this time, it doesn't feel as bad. Sure, it still stings in an uncomfortable way but you can handle it. With a little pressure by him, he burrows his way further inside.

"Let me help you." He suddenly says as he picks up a pillow and stuffs it under your hips, changing the angle. You sigh when you feel him enter your cunt again. This time, you are able to take all of it without an issue, and you both moan out in each others mouths. Your mouth is left gaping, looking up at the dark ceiling, whimpering at it.

You feel the tip of him hitting your G-spot again and again, coaxing you closer to that sweet release that you desperately need.

"Please, please!" You beg. "I know, baby. Just a little longer." He brushes against your ear. The feeling of him bottoming out within you, makes you yell out your orgasm. Shaking, you pull him down to you, catching his lips in a heated kiss. You lick his plump lips desperately, and he counters with giving you the same care.

You notice him getting closer when his pace slows down and you feel his cock twitching.

"Where do you want me?" He asks.

"In me, please." You beg as you pull him closer.

"Fuck…" He sighs out. "Want my cum huh? Want my babies?"

You come to a full stop. You look at him with a shocked look, feeling speechless. "Ehm…" You sigh nervously. What should you say?

Lewis notices how uncomfortable his comment made you and quickly apologises. "I'm sorry. It's just that… I'm so turned on by you, and I can't stop thinking of you carrying my babies one day."

"Jesus, Lewis…" You breathe out, just as turned on as Lewis was.

"Think about it, a baby, in here…" He says as he presses down on your belly.

"And some day there will be." You look up at him with a smile.

"Some day… Shit, baby. Can't wait." He rambles.

"Please Lewis, give it to me." You plead for his cum.

His thrusts speed up when he hears your begs, and he cums with a loud whimper. His white streaks of seed paints your insides, and he catches your lips in a searing kiss, moaning into each others mouths.

"My god, you did so well for me!... Such a good girl, taking my cum." He rambles as he cathes up on his breath.

When his shaft slides out of you, he goes down to look at the cum threatening to leak out. He does not let that happen though, and stuffs it inside again with his fingers. "Can't let any of it go to waste, right, sweetheart?" He coos as you look down at him between your legs.

"I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did." You say.

"Oh babe, this is the best sex I've ever had." He answers. "You're phenomenal."

Lewis gets up from the bed and quickly comes back with a wet towel for you to clean yourself up with.

"What do you want for dinner?" He asks.

"Lewis, you don't have to-" You start.

"Shush, Y/N, I insist."

Silence. Why is he the one making dinner after making you come not only once but twice? You give up trying to talk him into letting you help and you finally decide on ordering tacos instead of cooking. Lewis, of course, orders vegan tacos and you end up ordering the same thing.

As you wait for the food to arrive, you talk. Talk about everything. Future plans, wishes, hopes.

"I'm thinking about retiring." He admits.

"What?" You ask, not sure if you heard him correctly.

"Yeah. To have more time for you and the baby."

You giggle. "Lewis... There is no baby, yet."

"Yet." He says with a wink, and catches your lips in a kiss, feeling ready for round 2.

Ding dong. Finally, you were starving.

"These are the best tacos I've ever had!" He exclaims as he takes another bite.

"Mhm." You agree.

When you're done, you get into bed again, and cuddle up next to him. You're lulled into a comfortable slumber as he brushes your hair with his fingers and strokes your arm.

"Morning…" He groans.

"Morning, Lewis." You look down at him, and lean in, giving him a soft kiss on his forehead. He giggles, and pulls you closer. He's warm, as always, and the feeling of him envelops you as you're tangled up in each other.

When you look up at him with a frown, his calm expression turns to worry.

"Is something wrong, love?" He asks.

"No, nothing. I'm just thinking about what you said last night."

He looks at you with confusion in his eyes. "Oh, kids?" He suddenly remembers.

"Yeah…" You look away to avoid his warm gaze.

"Sweetheart…" He takes hold of your chin and moves you to look at him again, and continues. "I just said that I want kids. Not that we need to have them now. Right away."

Silence. You process his words for a couple of seconds before you open your mouth, but no words come out.

"I…" You start. "But I want to, I want kids too, I'm just… Scared." You admit.

Lewis tuts and leans in, giving you a lengthy kiss. "What are you afraid of, love?"

You take a moment to gather your thoughts. "I don't know. Failure. Pregnancy. Birth. Parenting. All of it?"

"You'd never fail as a parent, Y/N. I've seen you with kids and they adore you!" He tries to resonate. He sighs, "I love you, Y/N, all I want is for you to be happy. I don't mind waiting for you to be ready."

His words make you smile, and you feel your heart swelling with adoration for the man. "Well… What if I 'forget' the pill tonight?" You ask.

The thought of carrying a baby for 9 months, the morning sickness, the aches and cramps. Not to mention birth itself. Risking chronic health issues just because you had a kid. But you loved children, and you wanted nothing more than to create a family with Lewis, and you knew you were safe with him, and your kids would be too. They would grow up in a loving household. And to add to it, you knew Lewis would support you through pregnancy and birth.

When he hears your words, his eyes widen. "Are you serious, Y/N? Don't fucking mess with me right now." He warns, springing up in bed.

"I'm serious, Lewis, I'm ready to start trying."

He scans you for any sign of uncertainty, but you show no sign of hesitation. He jumps out of bed and runs into the bathroom with a trail of "wheeee". When he comes out again, he's holding your packet of pills, "Last chance, Y/N." He says. You giggle and nod, and he takes that as a sign to toss the packet in the waste bin.

When he's done, he walks up to the bed again, and sits down. "So, when do we start practising?" He asks with a teasing tone.

"Later. We've got plans, remember?" You remind him.

You were set to go surfing with a surfing teacher, something you had been looking forward to for months. Lewis was a natural at surfing, compared to you, hence... The teacher.

Lewis groans into the bedding and suddenly doesn't seem that enthusiastic about surfing anymore.

"Come on, it'll be fun!" You clap his shoulder as you get up to get ready.

You were sporting a black backless bathing suit for the occasion, which you knew would drive Lewis mad.

"Ready to leave?" He asks, as you start your walk down to the beach where you would be meeting up with the man helping you out.

You spend the whole day in the water, riding the waves and even keeping your balance a few times, not falling into the water instantly as you try to stand up on the board.

"Don't crouch, stay up, head up!" Lewis yells as you find your way towards the shore once again, riding a wave.

You do as he says, and succeed, riding the wave all the way back.

"You did so well!" Lewis runs up to you.

"Thank you!" You reach out for his embrace and say your goodbyes to the teacher accompanying the pair of you. It was already getting dark. As you walk back to your hut, Lewis holds you close, giving you looks. "What do you want to do when we get back?" He asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Hmmm, hit the bed and… Sleep?" You joke.

Lewis lets out a laugh, "I'm not letting you sleep before I've filled you up, love." He whispers in your ear. You come to a full stop, feeling yourself already getting wet. He had to stop talking like this, otherwise you would go insane.

"Stop!" You gasp, slapping his butt with your towel, earning a laugh from him as he picks you up into his arms, swinging you around. "I love you so much, Y/N." He whispers as his gaze travels all over your body.

When you finally make it back to your small abode, Lewis can't hold his hands to himself anymore. His hands are all over you, touching your heated skin. Your body exists only where he touches you, setting you on fire.

Where his hands isn't, his mouth is. He is licking, nibbling, and sucking on your skin, leaving marks along your neck and chest, something you would curse him for the day after.

"Can I remove this?" He asks, pointing to your bathing suit.

"Yeah." You reply, already stepping out of it and tossing it across the room.

You are bare before him, not knowing what to do next, so you stand there like a fool. He is mirroring you, and just stands there. You wait for him to make a move, but he just looks down at you with a smile, his eyes shining brighter than the stars.

You slowly move your hand to the lining of his swimming shorts, and slip your hand inside. When you find what you want, you slide his member out, and give it a few pumps while feeling him go from semi-soft to hard. You watch a few droplets form at the tip of his cock, and you watch as the drops slide down his slit and drip down on the floor with amusement.

"Look at the effect you have on me..." Lewis moans in your ear, as you both look down at his pulsing member. When your hand stills, he lets out a groan from the lack of friction. His hips starts thrusting to keep the movement going and once again, he's a moaning mess. He feels himself getting close and stops himself, sliding away from your hands.

His hands travel down your chest to your tits, admiring the marks on your skin. "Look so good like this, marked. So everyone knows you're mine."

He looks up at you again with a mischevious smile, and bends down, lifting you up on his shoulder, with your body hanging like a ragdoll. You figured it was no idea fighting him, so you let him carry you wherever he is going.

When he lets you down, you land on the soft bed. He follows not far behind and leans in to kiss you, his hands palming your tits. When you feel his hand dipping lower down, you tense up in anticipation.

When he reaches your legs, and what is between them, your breath hitches, and you let out a moan, which sounds rather desperate.

"I love the smell of you..." He coos, as his face burrows into your neck.

He longed to be inside of you again. He longed for you, to melt into you. He was right next to you, and yet, so far away. When his hands reach your mound, you lift your legs up, giving him space and allowance to slide his hand home, where he belonged. His fingers slide along your slit and land on your entrance, circling around your sopping hole. Two of his digits bore their way into you and you gasp at the intrusion. "Shhhh, just my fingers."

His fingers scissor your insides, and tickle the right spot, coaxing you closer to a orgasm. You are shanting "I love you's" and profanities mixed into a incoherent mess of words.

Lewis is working you up to the edge of an orgasm quickly, and stops. "What the fuck?!" You yell at him. His reply, chuckling and continuing what he was doing, pisses you off even more.

Helplessly, you sink down under water as Lewis pushes you over the edge, and you finally cum. You can't help it, and whimper out your first orgasm of the night. When you make it to the surface again, you are floating, with Lewis holding you in place by your core. Sweat is gleaming on your forehead as you slip back to reality, and Lewis looks down at you with a warm smile, flashing his dimples.

"Do you think you can take me?" He asks.

"Do not start with me, Lewis. Come here..." You pull on him.

"Get on all fours." He commands. And you do, quickly as anything, swaying your hips and arching your back for him. When you feel his cock against your cunt, you push onto him, desperate to feel him in you. The tip easily slips in and you yelp, the pain just as intense as the day before. Surely, you would never get used to his size. He was big. But somehow, he fit perfectly.

His strokes are soft and slow at first, letting you adjust to him. Soon enough though, his pace picks up, and you're both whimpering in delight.

His hand travels down to your lower stomach and stays put, stroking the soft skin. "You're gonna look so beautiful full of my babies, love."

The words that come out of his mouth makes you moan out, feeling yourself getting closer to your second release. You fall silent when your orgasm crashes into you like a freight train, taking you by surprise. Lewis looks at your contorted face and continues ravaging you. When you come back, you gasp for air.

The feeling of him sliding in and out of you sends you reeling. "Oh, Lewis..." You moan, trying to catch his attention.

"Yeah, love?" He answers.

Then, softly, innocently, you speak as angels might; "Please cum in me..." You beg, shanting the same ditty over and over.

"You deserve that." He coos in your ear as his pace quickens. "Want me to fill you up, huh? Want me to impregnate you?"

"Please, Lewis, please, yes." You ramble.

And with a last thrust, he yells out his orgasm. His cum spills far inside you and the feeling of him painting your insides pushes you over the edge for the third time.

You are both a panting, heaving mess. You melt into his body as he collapses on you and as a result, you collapse on the bed.

"Aren't you going to pull out?" You ask after a while.

"Why would I? I'm going to make sure it sticks." Lewis says nonchalantly as you feel him getting hard again.

And so, it starts all over again...

[vigilskeep]

Can we hear about the soap opera style second de riva?

oh sure

she’s the human mage daughter of the previous talon de riva and she’s also illario’s arranged married wife

viago killed her dad in order to replace him. she’s not angry abt this, actively. (she doubts anyone who had met her father could be angry about it.) but there IS underlying tension, how could there not be? viago could have killed her too, and instead has in some ways become like a brother to her. but in another world where he hadn’t gotten there first, house de riva might have been hers

illario did not want to marry her, she was picked out for him by caterina, to strengthen their house ties. to illario, it reads like an insult: she’s not a match meant for a future first talon, she was passed over and disinherited in her own house. she’s also a mage, which despite all caterina’s claims of it being a new era under the new divine and house dellamorte moving with the times, he suspects would be used against their branch of the family inheriting anything. he didn’t even want to get married in the first place, because he’s a chronic flirt here for a good time. and nobody is dragging lucanis back from tevinter to make him get married like he’s a pawn you can afford to sacrifice

his dissatisfaction means he continues to be a chronic flirt, with other people, after they’re married. she’s professionally humiliated, which is as good as personally humiliated for a crow; charm and beauty were skillsets of hers, she can’t even win over her own husband when it’s required to maintain the alliance in treviso, and everyone knows it? viago’s furious because it’s an insult to house de riva’s honour, too. (he’s being a protective big brother. which would be nice, if he could express it or indeed if he had acted on some of those instincts before agreeing to her being married off. read the contents of these brackets in teia’s voice.) all this is why she is still referred to as a de riva, because she kind of went back home to soothe tensions but without actually getting a divorce

she was obviously normal and rational about all of this, as she always is, a good, composed, collected crow, who has never lost her cool in training or on contracts or with her own father’s murdered body before her very eyes. she would like to clarify that the above events had no effect on her eventually lashing out at a certain antaam patrol and setting several things both metaphorically and very literally on fire. unrelated.

lucanis, on his return, immediately knows exactly what illario was like about it and is intensely mortified on behalf of his family, because he is a man with Romantic Standards. she thinks this is endearing and restrains herself from playing on his heartstrings about it too often. the deeply obvious thing to do here is have them fall in love for drama, that would be the maximum soap opera move, and to be clear i DO think it’s funny for illario to suddenly decide he does actually want his wife as soon as lucanis wants her, but honestly i just want lucanis to have one decent family relationship and this is how i can make that happen by force of will. and now not only is illario’s own wife siding with lucanis in the power struggle, but lucanis is replacing illario with her! we actually don’t need romance to make this deranged

thus i’m still debating the most amusing option on the veilguard team to sweep illario’s wife off her feet. i would love to see where almost any of them are going with this. emmrich, for example. and davrin with lucanis’ sister-in-law is obviously amazing (though i actually don’t think he’d go for a wealthy married human woman, i think he’s got more sense and/or self respect 😭). ultimately neve absolutely has a noir detective’s prerogative to win over a femme fatale with a rich husband who doesn’t treat her right so she would get dibs

[melobin]

riize top three kinks

✧ the top three kinks shotaro, eunseok, sungchan, wonbin, seunghan, sohee and anton have in my opinion

cw. dom/sub themes, restraints, mentions of blood, slapping, dacryphilia, spitting, breeding, daddy kink, exhibitionism, cock stepping, cuckold.

✧ shotaro

• restraints

goes both ways. he thinks you’re so pretty when you’re tied up and can’t move, likes having you at his mercy, unable to do anything other than whine and beg for him to touch you properly and make you cum. likes when you get to the point of begging for him to let you touch him. he knows how much you like having your hands on him, fingers on his skin scratching at it, pulling at his hair, you always need something to hold when he fucks you and when you’re restrained you can’t have that do you end up whinier, he loves it. shotaro also likes being restrained, he loves the sensitivity that comes with. being able to touch you drives him insane, all he wants to do is get his hands on you and fuck you silly, or grab your whilst you ride him. depending on his mood, he can get a little teary and whiny if you tease him whilst he’s restrained.

• biting

he’s smarter than the others when it comes to leaving marks on you and naturally, he just enjoys leaving bite marks over hickies. he likes the way the indents of his teeth look on your skin, how you whine when he bites down a little harder than usual and he is quite weak for the times he draws a little bit of blood, always licking it off of you with a giggle and an apology for biting down so hard. tends to bite down on your shoulder when he fucks you in order to keep himself quiet, he’s not the best at keeping his voice down and in all honesty he loves being vocal so when he can’t be and he has to be quiet he uses biting as a way to keep it down. he also loves biting your ass, no reason for it, he just loves it.

• cum eating

it’s quite filthy and not something you expected from him when you first slept together but he surprised you. it’s not just your cum he’ll eat, he loves fucking you, cumming inside of you then eating you out. he’s not shy about kissing you after you’ve sucked him off and he’s came in your mouth. in fact he encourages it, grabs your chin before you’ve even properly swallowed his cum so he can kiss you, an open mouthed kiss to. it’s so messy and filthy but he loves it.

the rest are under the cut!

✧ eunseok

• pussy slapping

eunseok can be mean, very mean in fact. he thrives off of seeing tears in your eyes and whimpers falling from your lips. wants you begging and crying before he even thinks about pushing his cock inside you, will drag it out for as long as he can before he actually gives you what you want. pussy slapping is almost a punishment, almost, except he uses it whenever he can. when he’s working you up, pushing you to the state of being cock drunk, he likes pushing his fingers inside of you, finger fucking you and basking in the way you shake and the squelching sounds that come from your sopping pussy. pulls his fingers out when you’re close to slap your clit harshly, laughing when you jolt from the sudden contact and the roughness of the slap. has to tease you when you moan out due to it too. “such a pathetic little thing getting turned on by something so filthy”.

• eye contact

eunseok loves forcing eye contact. he loves watching you struggle to keep your eyes closed and on him as he fucks you silly, simply laughing when you whine about struggling to keep them open. likes how they fill with tears after a certain amount of time, how he has to hold your chin in place in order to keep your eyes on him. he can be sweet about it too, hips rocking against yours, hand softly holding the side of your face. “look at me baby, wanna see you when you cum on my cock” encouraging you to open your eyes and look at him so he can feel how pretty you are when you fall apart. he also looks eye contact when his cock in in your mouth, hand in your hair, your eyes watering at the sensation, he thinks it’s so filthy and just so delightful.

• dacryphilia

seeing you cry is one of eunseoks favourite things. no matter what he does as long as you’re in tears of pleasure after. sometimes he enjoys pushing you into tears of frustration, on nights he’s feeling meaner and more teasing he’ll play with you until you’re crying and begging for him to make you cum in pure frustration and desperation. after that he’ll be sure to make you cry from him cock, his ego inflates seeing you so fucked up and overwhelmed from how good he’s fucking you. will always bring his thumb to your face and softly wipe away your tears, sometimes even leaning down to kiss them away as he fucks you into his mattress, might be being rough with you but still needs you to know he loves you more than anything and is there to comfort you through the sensitivity.

✧ sungchan

• slapping

sungchan is mean and he loves rough sex, so slapping goes hand in hand with that. he loves it, hand on your jaw, other hand striking your cheek. laughs in your face when you moan and clench around him at the contact. sungchan also actively enjoys when you slap him, slap him when he’s fucking you and he’ll moan. then he’ll slap you back, ends up fucking you rougher and harder after too. he’s so obsessed with the fact you get off on being manhandled and roughed up, things in the hottest thing that you always cum so hard from it too. he’s quite sadistic too so he often ends up laughing about it too, teasing you with his words. “such a little slut”

• choking

sungchan loves having his hand around your throat, loves digging the tips of his fingers into the sides of it. the way your eyes roll to the back of your head and how you gasp out his name drives him insane. feeling you gush and clench around him makes him laugh sadistically. knelt up on his knees, fucking you whilst you’re laying on your back, it’s the perfect position for him to wrap his hand around your neck and fuck you silly with it. he’s also into wrapping his arm around your neck whilst he’s fucking you from behind, having you flat on your stomach and being against your back, arm around your neck, flexing, as he fucks into you.

• creampies

sungchan loves filling you up with his cum. loved pressing his cock inside of you and stilling it so every last drop of his cum empties inside of you before he pulls out, loving how your cunt looks with his cum dripping out of it. his eyes always linger on where his cock leaves you after he’s came so he doesn’t miss the sight of it happening, has multiple videos recorded of it, videos he always watches when he’s away from you. he has two place he loves cumming, on your face and in your cunt, he loves nights where he gets to do both.

✧ wonbin

• pussy spitting

wonbin always looks so put together and elegant, the way he is in bed is the complete opposite of that. he likes things messy, likes to make a mess of you, make you so wet that you ruin the sheets under you. pussy spitting is something you quickly learnt wonbin enjoyed doing. having you laid on your back, sat back on his knees looking down at his cock sliding into you, can never stop himself from spitting on your pussy just to make you even wetter. he loves the sound it makes when he fucks his cock into you, the wet sound turns him on even more, that along with his skin slapping against yours and the mattress creaking under you. he just loves filthy, messy sex.

• dumbification

in his eyes, you’re perfect, so pretty and delicate. so sweet and compliant for him at all times. he loves fucking you into a state where you’re brain dead and dumb, so fucked out and ruined for him. once you hit that point where you’re babbling out incoherent words and whining every time he takes his hands off of you, he knows he has you exactly where he wants you. likes slowing down, barely moving inside of you so you’ll whine out for him to not stop, he finds the way you struggle to plead for him to keep going endearing. you’re sweet when you’re fucked out and ruined because of him. his sweet girl.

• marking

you’re his, his angel, you mean everything to him and he loves showing you off. with that, he also loves marking you. he wants to cover every inch of you in marks made by him showing people that you’re his and only his. hickeys on your neck, chest and thighs, finger prints on your hips and ass, even a hand print left behind on your neck after he’d choked you whilst fucking you. he thinks cumming on your body is a way of marking you too, covering you in his cum is a way he can mark you for just him to see. he likes when you mark him back too, lip stick marks on his skin, scratches on his back, hickeys on his neck… he’s obsessed with marking.

✧ seunghan

• daddy

seunghan and his daddy kink… he loves taking care of you, in everyday life, domestically. you’re his little love, he wants to love you and look after you, doing the most domestically dominant things for you, sometimes subtly bringing out the “daddy’s so proud of you baby” when you do the most mundane, everyday thing. sexually, daddy seunghan is incredible. he’s sweet, doting, lovely, fucks you so good that your head is spinning but is always sure to hold you close to him and let you cry into his skin at the pleasure. likes holding your cheek in his hand and asking you if you’re okay, only accepting your answer when you assure him with a “feels so good daddy”. always has him looking down at you with the most amount of adoration despite the fact he’s fucking you silly, leans down to kiss you ever so softly because of it.

• breeding

seunghan was born to be a father, born to take care of someone and love them forever. one of his biggest dreams from the moment he met you was the be able to start a family with you, have kids and raise them with you. he can never stop his mind from wandering when he’s fucking you, always leading to places where you’re swollen, carrying his child. it spurs him of to fuck you a little harsher and fill you up. seunghan really enjoys the mating press position, having you completely pinned down as he fucks himself into you. he’s rough as he fucks you, head in your neck, grunts and groans leaving him with each thrust, ending up in a state of babbling in your ear as he approaches his orgasm. “need to fuck a baby into you, need to fuck you until you’re carrying my child” “gonna let daddy fill you up baby?” “such a sweet girl for me”

• bulge kink

seunghans cock isn’t small, he knows it’s not. it’s on the longer side, it’s thick, veiny. he knows how much you love his cock too, knows how much you struggled to take him at first and how happy you are now that you can. the way you’re always begging for him to fuck you, knowing you’ll go brain dead on his cock the moment he pushes into. the bulge makes him weak and he loves showing it off to you. loved stilling inside of you and grabbing your hand, pressing it against your tummy so you can feel how deep he is inside of you, watching you gulp with a smile on his face as he slowly slides out and back into you. “feel me baby? daddy’s so deep inside of you”. let’s go of your hand so he can press down on it himself, wanting to be sure you feel every inch and vein of him.

✧ sohee

• exhibitionism

sohee gets the biggest thrill out of fucking in places you could get caught. he thinks it’s the hottest thing ever. it starts small, fucking you with his bedroom door open, in shared hotel rooms with the other members, in different rooms of the dorm. the kitchen, living room etc. branches out into more risky places, fucking you in the dressing room or music shows, pulling you into the bathroom of restaurants, having you ride him in the back of a car. all leading up to the riskier things like fucking you on the balcony of his hotel room or pressing against the wall in an alley way at night and fucking you against it. anywhere that gives the risk of you being seen, being caught or even recorded by someone turns him on so much. he also really enjoys the thought of you full of his cum whilst walking around with him.

• oral fixation

he’s obsessed with having his lips on you, everywhere. he loves sucking on your neck, wrapping his lips around your nipples and fucking you with his tongue. he always really likes it when you suck on his fingers, he finds it both comforting and arousing. even if it’s something as small as sucking something off of them when he wants you to try something, he always ends up getting hard over it. he’s quite into having you suck on his fingers when he’s fucking you, both the sight and the feeling goes straight to his cock.

• recording

sohee gets a kick out of recording your sexual encounters. he loves watching them when he’s away from you, sohee ends up in a state where the only thing that can make him cum is you so they come in handy when you’re not around. from when you’re on your knees for him to when you’re riding him, he loves capturing the way your tits move, the way his cock disappears inside of you and the way your face contorts with the pleasure. one of sohees fantasy’s is to fuck you in the practice room with a camera set up, the mirrors in the room would capture so many angles for the video, he thinks it would be the hottest thing.

✧ anton

• cock stepping

it’s mean, so mean, but he loves it. he never originally thought something so painful and crude would turn him on and make him cum as hard as it does but he’s weak for it. he loves when you’re dominant, when you’re horrible to him and treat him like he’s nothing more than a piece of garbage under your shoe. don’t get him wrong, anton adores being praised, he’ll always succumb to his tears and cave when you praise him. but on the rare occasion, he fucking loves being treated like he’s basically worthless and cock stepping is the one thing that sets him off more than anything. especially when you’re wearing your pretty heels, the feeling fills the void in the bottom of his stomach, he can’t help but whine when you press down against his cock. always ends up cumming because of it which just leads to you degrading him more, poor thing would be in tears by the time you’re done with him.

• size kink

anton isn’t small, 186cm tall, a large boy, your large boy. anyone of that height surely has some dominance around him? no, at least anton doesn’t. he folds at your words, melts the moment you touch him. his size means nothing to his dominance because well, he has none. his size only makes things more fun, your so little compared to him, hand so dainty wrapped around the girth of his cock, it turns him on more. how someone so small next to him can reduce him to nothing but a mess of tears, whines and his own cum.

• cuckold

this wasn’t a kink he wanted, but it happened. it all started when he stumbled across videos of men letting their friends fuck their partner, it got to him. made him harder then ever, he always ended up cumming so hard to the videos too. he was slightly ashamed of it, wanting to experience it for himself but being too scared to tell you about it, and after telling you he’d have to speak to his chosen friend about it and he knows his friend of chose would give him a hard time about it. it would be light hearted teasing but, it’s still teasing. speaking to you terrified him but the moment you were on board he had the difficult task of turning to eunseok for it. once eunseok was on board, after the relentless teasing that anton wanted another man to fuck his girl, evrything ran smoothly. anton was a mess from the moment it started, fingers wrapped around his cock as he’d watch eunseok fuck you. eunseok is mean, he’s rough, fucks you into a state that anton had never seen you in before and he loved every second of it. would’ve came over himself so many times by the time you’re done.

[rosekeu]

RED. [dabi x reader]

[sypnosis: you though escaping the hassaikai meant freedom but then you got kidnapped into the league of villains and you have to learn how to live with them, along with your kidnapper dabi.

[ prologue ] [chap.3] [ chap. 4]

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slow burn.

this is the official part two of this dabi short drabble, i saw that it did well and wanted to make an official well-written chapter. hope you all like it :) if you want to be tagged for the next part please let me know! i'll make a taglist <3]

When you open your eyes you're met with bright yellow eyes, holding an almost cat-like gaze. The air escapes your lungs and you start to panic, thrashing in place when you notice the pair of handcuffs tied to you and to the bed you were laying on.

“Shigaraki! Dabi! She's awake!” The girl that was watching over you yelled, grinning from ear to ear. Cute space buns and a knife dangerously close to your face.

Heavy footsteps approach the room and you are met with him. The guy who had kidnapped you. The one that had taken you from your own home. And you kick and fling your arms desperately at an attempt to flee. The girl from earlier is now gone from your side.

“Calm down princess, no need to throw a tantrum.” His combat boots hit the hardwood floors with a lazy weight. He leans close to you, inspecting your face. Your rage.

And that's when you let your fingers curl and point his direction. But nothing. Your quirk was gone. “Well, isn't that a bummer? You’re a one trick pony.” He said, digging in his pockets.

You looked back at your hands, confused. “Those are quirk restraining handcuffs, pretty expensive equipment. I suggest you don't break it. Boss will be here any minute so try to act civil until then.”

Boss? What boss? You thought that when this mysterious guy wearing a long coat had freed you from your cell that it would be over. That suffering under a higher power had ended.

Chisaki had made his mark on you. On your mind. On your soul. On your heart.

Convincing you that any type of warmth or freedom was not an act of kindness but of manipulation, a way to keep you tethered to him so escaping never crossed your mind. And for a long time, it worked.

“It’s Dabi by the way.” You looked up at him, now getting a good look at his face, the purple burns that littered under his eyes and jaw. Multiple piercings on his ears and nose. And the bluest eyes you had ever seen.

You just scoffed, moving your arms against the metal of the bedframe to try to break free.

“So this is the special girl that Dabi wouldn’t shut up about. I’m Tomura Shigaraki.” the new voice continued, cold and calculating. You could feel the weight of his gaze as he stepped into the room, a human hand covering his face in a strange, unsettling way. “I have to admit, you don’t look all that special to me.”

Dabi chuckled at his reply, tilting his head at you. “You’re just looking at her all wrong then, boss. She’s a valuable asset.”

You narrow your eyes at the both of them, a visible scowl on your face.

Shigaraki noticed your defiance and clicked his tongue. “You’re not saying anything, huh?” He stepped closer, his fingers twitching as though itching to destroy something. “That’s fine. You don’t need to speak. We’ll figure each other out soon enough.”

He looked to Dabi, who merely shrugged in response. “She has this thing where she talks with her mind. Used it when I captured her.”

“Take the handcuffs off,” Shigaraki ordered, his voice low, but there was no room for argument. “But don’t let her get any ideas. I’ll disintegrate her on the spot if she tries anything.”

Dabi nodded, approaching you with a cold smirk, his hands reaching for the restraints. You flinched instinctively, but he let you loose and you rubbed your swollen wrists.

You stood up from the bed, waiting.

“You aren’t a prisoner here, y’know. We went after you so we could recruit you to the League of Villains.”

You listened carefully, your eyes bouncing between the two of them.

“Now you could refuse, but now that I did a little digging learning that you're a failed government experiment, I'm sure you wanted out in the open.” He paused scratching his neck slightly before continuing.”By the heroes.”

You swallow the saliva pooling inside your mouth. Taking a deep breath, analyzing his words. You didn’t want them to be true.

But they were.

“Look sweetheart, best bet is that you stay with us.” Dabi said, taking a step closer to you.

“We’ll grant you protection and you’ll help us take down the heroes.” Shigaraki offered.

You stood in silence, heart racing, feeling the weight of their words settle over you like a heavy blanket.

“You’d think I'd trust you.” Your voice echoes in both of their heads, Shigaraki’s hand twitches for a second.

You flex the joints in your fingers,red sparks of energy emitting from them. But before you can do anything more, Dabi lets out a low chuckle, flashing you a cocky smirk.

Shigaraki doesn't look amused, he's ready for you to either accept or deny. “You make one wrong move,” he murmurs, voice low and deliberate, “and it’s game over for you.”

The air in the room grows heavy, the weight of his threat settling over you like a noose. You know he means it. You can feel it—the steady rhythm of his heart, the evenness of his breath. There’s no hesitation, no bluff.

That’s enough proof of his honesty. And the last thing you want is to dig any deeper into his mind. The red energy surging through your palms is gone now, disappeared with the air around you.

“Fine.” You sat down on the bed again, nails digging into your palms in a frustrated fist. Dabi strides over, his grip rough as he takes your wrist and locks the cuffs back into place. Your eyes dart up to meet his, then shift to Shigaraki, confusion evident in the furrow of your brows.

“You’ll stay cuffed until you earn the League’s trust. Until then using your quirk is off-limits. We don’t know what you’re capable of.”

For the first time, he steps closer, his presence looming. His fingers twitch, but when he gestures for your hands, you hesitantly obey. He gently pinches the interlinking chain that binds both of your hands with his five fingers.

It becomes dust in a second. You stare at the remnants, the fine particles floating briefly before vanishing completely. A shiver crawls up your spine. He barely applied pressure. If he had wanted to, your hands—your entire body—could’ve been reduced to nothing just as easily.

Shigaraki steps back without another word, his gaze lingering on your for a second before turning on his heel.

Dabi gives you one last smirk, hands stuffed in his coat pockets. "Welcome to the League. Try not to make this harder than it has to be."

Your hands reach out to Dabi, fingers brushing against the empty air before he’s out of reach.

You wanted answers.

Why? Why did he choose you?

Now you're alone with your thoughts, looking down at your palms. You're nothing but a tool to be used, again. First when you got sold off to a government facility and then again to the yakuza. Maybe nothing had changed after all.

You cursed your existence. Why did the universe curse you with such a quirk?

But what hurt you the most was the fact that you might not see him again.

You wanted to hold him again. You wanted to sing him lullabies until he fell asleep. Was that so much to ask? That’s the reason you went home.

[ososphobia]

the art of the hunt.

pairing: hannibal lecter x reader

summary: hunting a human with hannibal!! and more..

word count: 1k

content warning: graphic violence, cannibalism, psychological manipulation, stalking, knife play/blood play, sensory overlap.

[12:17AM, PATAPSCO STATE PARK - BALTIMORE]

The forest exhaled around them—damp earth, decaying leaves, the faintest whisper of panic clinging to the air like cologne. Hannibal didn’t need to glance at his watch to know the time; the moon’s position told him everything. His gloved fingers flexed around the handle of his knife, the bone grip worn smooth from years of use.

Beside him, you adjusted your stance, quieter now than you'd been on your hunt. Progress. Hannibal’s lips curled.

"Our Mr. Vogelsong is late," he murmured, tilting his head to catch the distant crunch of leaves under clumsy footsteps. "Rude, but predictable. He always takes the long route home after his Thursday night poker games." A pause. "Losing puts him in a temper. His wife’s restraining order mentions broken wine glasses. Teeth."

The wind shifted, carrying the sour tang of sweat and nicotine. Your breath hitched—not with nerves, but recognition. Hannibal’s smile sharpened.

"You remember the rules?"

A beat. Then: "No hesitation. No wasted movement. Make it…"

"Beautiful," Hannibal finished, handing you the knife with the reverence of a priest offering communion. The blade caught the moonlight, winking. "Shall we teach him manners?"

[1:43AM, PATAPSCO STATE PARK - BALTIMORE]

The corpse sprawled between you both like a broken marionette, its strings cut by your precise strokes. Hannibal observed the tableau—arterial spray fanning across frost-kissed ferns, the gaping maw of the throat wound, the way your chest heaved with something beyond exertion.

"Lovely work," he praised, stepping over a pooling rivulet of blood to cup your jaw. His thumb smeared crimson across your bottom lip. "Your technique has improved. The third rib is always the sweetest leverage point, isn’t it?"

Your pupils swallowed their irises, your knife hand steady now, certain. Hannibal’s pulse gave a traitorous throb.

With practiced ease, he knelt beside the body, parting flesh and ribs with his own blade and hands until the heart lay exposed, glistening in its cradle of bone. He lifted it, tendrils of connective tissue clinging like cobwebs.

"A token," he said, placing the organ in your palm. Your fingers curled instinctively, staining red. "Not as precious as yours, of course, but… sentimental."

When he kissed you, the taste of copper bloomed between your lips. You bit back—hard enough to draw blood—and Hannibal laughed against your mouth.

"Next Thursday," he breathed, "we’ll hunt someone with better taste in wine."

The heart pulsed its last beats against your palm, warm and slippery with blood. Hannibal watched, enthralled, as your fingers instinctively tightened around the organ - your calloused grip leaving imprints in the soft muscle. His own breath came just slightly quicker now, the only outward sign of his arousal.

"Still warm," he murmured, pressing close enough that his coat sleeves soaked up the blood on your arms. "Can you feel him fading?" His lips ghosted over your temple. "The precise moment when a soul becomes just…meat."

The forest held its breath around them. Even the cicadas had gone silent.

Your free hand found his waistcoat, twisting in the fabric, pulling him in until the brass buttons pressed cold through your bloodstained shirt. Hannibal made a pleased sound in his throat - half chuckle, half growl - and captured your mouth again, less a kiss than a claiming.

When he finally pulled back, a thin strand of crimson connected your lips. His tongue darted out to catch it, eyes never leaving yours.

"We should get you cleaned up," he said mildly, as if commenting on the weather rather than the fact they were both drenched in another man's lifeblood. "I'm preparing osso buco tomorrow. The veal will be perfectly paired with…" His gaze flicked meaningfully to the heart in your hand. "A reduction."

His arm slid around your waist as he guided you back toward the tree line, stepping over Vogelsong's vacant chest cavity with the casual grace of a man strolling through his own dining room. The knife in his other hand still dripped onto the fallen leaves.

"Tell me," he purred, nose buried in your hair, inhaling the scent of sweat and iron, "was it good for you?"

The night swallowed your retreating figures, leaving only crimson footprints and the hollow-eyed corpse to mark your passing. Somewhere in the distance, an owl cried - but by then, you guys were already laughing.

[2:30AM, HANNIBAL'S TOWNHOUSE - BALTIMORE]

The steam from the shower still curled around the bathroom door when Hannibal guided you onto the tufted stool in front of his vanity. The marble countertop gleamed under soft candlelight, scattered with bone-handled brushes and imported French oils. His hands, always steady, always precise, worked the plush towel through your damp hair with the same care he might give to patting dry a 1947 Château Cheval Blanc.

"You missed a spot," he murmured, thumb swiping behind your ear where a single streak of pink-tinged water still clung. His silk robe gaped slightly with the motion, revealing the fresh scratches down his chest - four parallel lines, still raised and angry. Evidence.

The scent of bergamot and blood orange mixed unsettlingly with the faint copper still lingering in the steam. Hannibal inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring, as he reached for the comb.

"Your technique tonight was… inspired," he said, dragging the teeth through tangled strands. A sharp tug when he hit a knot. "Though I noticed you hesitated when he begged. Three seconds precisely." Another tug, softer this time. "We'll have to rectify that."

Outside, Baltimore slept. Inside, the refrigerator hummed cheerfully.

Hannibal set down the comb, his palms sliding to cup your jaw, tilting your face up to catch your reflection in the mirror. The candlelight pooled in your pupils, in the healing bite mark on your lower lip. His thumbs pressed into the hinges of your jaw - not enough to hurt, just enough to feel the flutter of their pulse.

"Beautiful," he breathed, watching your throat work as you swallowed. His smile showed teeth. "Shall we see how long we can keep you looking like this?"

The robe's belt came undone with a single practiced tug. The towel joined it on the marble floor. Somewhere downstairs, a clock chimed three times.

They'd missed the news.

[kinkyrafe]

Of Light Punishments and Cruel B******

Kinktober, October 20

THIS WORK IS 18+ ! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Summary:

The one where Rafe needs to be punished for calling domme!reader a cruel bitch.

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, domme!reader, sub!rafe, very explicit

taglist: @yagirlwrites @audzzz @valyrianflower @aariahnaa

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“You know we’re having a punishment session today?” you ask, your voice soft but laced with authority.

Rafe smirks, his usual cockiness present at the beginning of a scene. “I was hoping you’d forget.”

You narrow your eyes, teasing yet firm. “Tsk, I never forget. And even if I did, I’d hope you’d be man enough to remind me.”

He shrugs, still smirking, but you can see it’s just an act. “Sure,” he says, though you both know he’d never remind you willingly. You roll your eyes at his false bravado.

“Get fully undressed and kneel on the bed,” you order, your tone leaving no room for argument.

“Yes, ma’am.” The smirk lingers, but you know it won’t last long.

Good thing his cockiness always fades about five minutes into it.

“Anything you want to say before we start? Anything I need to know?”

He hesitates for a moment, looking everywhere but at you. Then he looks up, shortly before his gaze wanders off again. Then he admits, “I need you to make me obey today. My head’s all over the place.”

You nod, understanding completely. Submission doesn’t come easy to Rafe, but that only makes breaking him down so much more rewarding for you.

“Hands out,” you command, fastening cuffs around his wrists. You secure them behind his back for now, savoring the change in his body language as the restraints start to take effect.

“Kneel at the end of the bed and bend over until your head touches the mattress,” you instruct. 

He complies, his body tense as you fasten a spreader bar between his knees and cuff his ankles, tying them securely to the bed to keep him wide open. You untie his wrists from behind his back, guiding his arms forward in the direction of the headboard before restraining them there.

“I want your face and chest on the mattress at all times. Arch your back more. I want that ass up.” You watch as he shifts, lifting his hips higher, displaying himself perfectly for you.

“There you go.”

You step back, admiring the sight of him. His body is positioned just the way you like—completely exposed, vulnerable, and utterly at your mercy.

“How does this position feel?” you ask.

“Humbling,” he says with a laugh.

You chuckle. “Good.”

Your hand moves to caress the soft skin of his ass, feeling the warmth already building under your touch. “Remember, today isn’t necessarily about pleasure. It’s a punishment, a reminder of your place. But your safe words are still in play. I’ll check in at yellow, and stop at red. Understood?”

“Yes, mistress.” Before you can continue, though, he rasps out, “Can I ask something before we start?”

You halt your movements immediately, stepping forward so that he can see you as he tilts his head to the side. “Anything, Rafe,” you say seriously.

“I know this is supposed to be a punishment, but I need it to stay light, alright? You can't get too mean with me—I—” He gives you a small, reassuring smile. “Otherwise I can’t deal with it.”

“Yeah, I know, I'm very aware of your hard limits, babe, don’t worry, okay?” You say softly, “And if it ever gets too much, you can always call yellow, or even red. You should still enjoy it. Always. Never do anything that you don’t enjoy, please.”

He swallows thickly. “Yeah, I know. I won’t,” he says quietly, “I trust you, I really do, I just needed to check, I think.” 

You lean down and kiss his temple. “We only do this for fun, okay?” You whisper against his skin, “Just for fun, nothing else.”

He closes his eyes and nods. You kiss him again and let your fingers run through his hair, knowing how much he loves it. It always helps him relax.

Then you take a step back.

“What are your safe words again?” You demand to know just to make sure. You ask at least once at the beginning of every scene—on the one hand, to make sure that he never ever forgets but on the other, because this simple question in itself helps to get him into sub mode. You don’t need to make this harder on him than it already is.

“Red to stop. Yellow for check-ins,” he answers.

“When are you allowed to call your safe words?”

“Any time,” he answers immediately, his voice steady again.

“Good boy,” you purr, running your fingers along the sensitive crease where his ass meets his thighs. His body reacts instantly—he shivers, and his cock twitches, already starting to leak. He is usually hard to second you start to order him around but this is surprising, even for him.

You decide not to acknowledge it. You want to see how long he manages to stay hard during a spanking. 

Without another word, you begin with your bare hands. The first smack echoes through the room as your palm connects with his ass, catching him off guard. He jolts forward with a hiss, but he pushes his hips back almost immediately, knowing better than to break position. “Color?” you ask, just to make sure.

“Very green.” You can hear the smile in his voice.

“Good boy,” you praise, your hand coming down again, harder this time. As you smack his ass, you grin and say, “I know you secretly love this. Don’t pretend, Rafe, your hard cock tells me all I need to know." He lets out a soft chuckle despite the sting. 

“I never pretended otherwise.” You can hear the smirk in his voice without seeing it.

The sound of skin on skin fills the air as you settle into a rhythm, alternating between both cheeks, each smack drawing a sharp intake of breath from Rafe. 

“Remember to breathe, babe,” you remind him softly but you don’t stop.

You take your time, spanking him steadily. You enjoy the way his skin heats beneath your hand, turning a soft pink. His breathing quickens, and you notice his muscles tense as he fights to stay still. 

“You’re taking this so well,” you say, your voice smooth, laced with a hint of admiration. You bring your hand down again, harder, feeling the satisfying sting in your palm as his skin reddens further. “Concentrate on your breath, though, come on.”

Once his ass is glowing, you pause, rubbing your palms over the warmed flesh, kneading it to get the blood flowing even more. He’s panting now, his cock rock hard and twitching, but you don’t touch it—yet.

“I’m going to spank you a lot today, Rafe,” you warn him, leaning down, your front flash to his back, so your breath brushes against his ear. “And you need to breathe through it.”

He nods, though his breath is already coming in shallow gasps. 

“Let’s maybe wait another second until you’ve calmed down a bit,” you murmur, rubbing your palms over his whole body now, soothing him, praising him over and over again. “You’re doing so good, babe.”

“It’s easier when I have to count out loud,” he says after a while and chuckles a little bit, “As weird as that sounds.”

“It doesn’t sound weird, I know it’s easier that way,” you explain, “But I want you to concentrate on the feeling, not on the hit, if that makes sense.”

He laughs a tortured laugh. “That is not nice,” he says.

“You’re the one who called me a cruel bitch,” you say, chuckling yourself.

He groans at the reminder. “I swear, I never learn.”

“Yeah,” you say lightly and shrug, “Maybe today helps you learn a bit.”

Then you walk over to the dresser, selecting a flogger next. Its tails are soft but with enough weight to leave a sting. You know, he loves the flogger. You trail it over his ass first, letting him feel the anticipation building before the first strike. He tenses under your touch.

Then, without warning, you snap the flogger against his skin. He groans, hips jerking forward, but he stays in position.

“Good boy,” you murmur, bringing the flogger down again, harder this time. The tails leave red marks across his already warmed skin, and he gasps, his breath hitching with each strike. “Breathe, Rafe!” You remind him once again and let your free hand run gently over his reddened skin. “You're doing so well, babe. You know I'd never really hurt you.” He breathes out, relaxing a little, obviously reassured by your touch and the tenderness in your voice. “And you know, I’d always stop if you wanted me to.”

“Yeah,” he whispers back, “I know.”

Good.

You alternate between light and heavy strokes, letting the flogger caress his body one moment, then crack against his ass the next. His whole body shakes with the effort of staying still, his breath coming in ragged pants.

“You’re trembling. Is it from fear, or from wanting more?”

“Both,” he manages to choke out, his voice strained. You notice that he is shy about it.

“Both?” you ask, your eyes widening in awe. “You’re trembling from both fear and desire?”

This boy really is something else.

“Breathe in!” You say, and it’s an order now, your voice low and soothing. He inhales sharply, trying to control himself. “Breath out.” He exhales. “Longer exhales, Rafe, come on! Good boy.”

After several more strokes, you switch to a riding crop. You drag the leather tip down his spine, then tap it lightly against his ass, teasing him before the real punishment begins.

The first strike of the crop makes him cry out, the sound muffled by the mattress. You watch as his body trembles under the sting, but he doesn’t move out of position. His back arches even more, presenting himself to you, desperate to obey.

“Stay still,” you command, bringing the crop down again. This time, you aim lower, letting it snap against the sensitive crease between his ass and thighs. His whole body jolts, and a pained moan escapes him.

So he can adjust to the sensation and ease into the pain, you cup his balls gently, massaging them in contrast to the impact. “There you go, doesn’t that feel better?” You tease, watching his breathing grow heavier. “See, I can be nice too, so much more than a cruel bitch.”

Again, he groans at the reminder of what he called you only last week. He really put this on himself.

You hit him again and again, alternating between the roundness of his ass and the tender skin of his thighs, watching as he struggles to keep his composure. His breath hitches, but he doesn’t break. You’re impressed by his endurance. 

You pause, leaning in to kiss the back of his neck softly. “Still green, babe?” You murmur, your lips brushing his skin. He nods, and you smile, your hand running down his back in a soothing gesture.

After several more strikes, his ass is a deep, glowing red, his skin marked with lines from the crop and the flogger. “Breathe, Rafe,” you remind him again, watching the way his muscles tense under the strain.

His breath comes in ragged pants, his body trembling, and you know he’s close to his limit.

This is when you finally decide to stop, standing back to admire your work. His ass is a vivid red, marked with welts from the flogger, and the crop. He’s panting, his whole body shaking, but he hasn’t used his safe word.

You let your fingers trail over the raised welts, admiring the marks you’ve left. And much to your surprise, throughout all of this, his cock is still throbbing more than ever, leaking more and more precum onto the sheets.

“Good boy,” you praise, your voice dripping with approval. 

You reach down and brush your knuckles lightly over his neglected cock, teasing him. He moans, his hips jerking forward at the faint touch.

“You’ve taken your punishment so well,” you murmur, stroking him gently. “You deserve a little reward.”

You pull a magic wand from the dresser, placing it lightly against his balls. He flinches at the vibration, his body quivering. He is so incredibly turned on right now, despite or maybe even because of the pain. You take a mental note to take special care of him afterwards to not let him drop.

“Y/N,” he gasps, “I’m gonna come—I’m gonna—”

“Hips back,” you command. “And ask permission first.”

“May I please come?” he whines, his desperation palpable.

“No,” you whisper. “You’ll feel so much better afterwards if I make you hold out a bit longer.”

He groans in frustration, but his body obeys, trembling with the effort of holding back.

“You’re doing so incredibly well, babe,” you say softly, your voice filled with awe. His whole body shudders, and you know you’ve taken him exactly how you both needed it.

[love-and-deepspace-wiki]

Surrounding Characters: Luke & Kieran

Ages: 18

(In the spring of 2046, they were both 16. At that time, Rafayel was "22", Zayne was 25, Xavier was "26", and Sylus was 26. Since Sylus is currently 28, this would mean the twins are currently 18)

Birthday: Unknown

Employer: Sylus

Occupation: (basically whatever tasks Sylus needs done)

Workplace: primarily, Onychinus' Base

(Update: In light of the new World Underneath story "Mischief", I've updated this post to include more detailed information about the twins. In addition to this post, Luke and Kieran each now have individual posts that are linked below)

Luke

Kieran

Random Facts

Details:

Luke and Kieran are twins employed by Sylus. They first appear in the Main Story when they rescue the protaganist from the "Man in Black" who had taken her from The Nest. They subsequently appear in the recently released World Underneath story "Mischief".

Throughout the game, they function like Sylus' errand boys, enforcers, assistants, etc. They're like his rignt hand men, handling various tasks at his (and sometimes, the protaganist's) request. They're described as "eccentric, rule-breaking twins" who "enjoy playing pranks". Their in-game note says they "often wear masks to conceal their faces", but we've yet to see either of them appear unmasked.

Note: Interestingly, the protagonist makes mention of expressions of theirs (for example, seeing them do things like smile) that wouldn't be visible behind the masks they're depicted in. So, I'm unsure if they have removed their masks in interactions we aren't shown direct footage of.

Background:

In the World Underneath story "Mischief", we learn that Luke and Kieran were both research subjects under the Ever Group's supervision. Their subject ID was 808. After multiple attempts to escape, they finally succeeded when they were 16.

After Protocore exposure, they both showed rejection reactions and researchers concluded that "transformation occurring within three months is highly possible". For this reason, they were being transferred to the disposal site for termination when they made their escape.

Since they were projected to only have three months of life left, they opted to go out with a bang by killing Sylus. Though there was a real possibility Sylus would kill them, Luke said he'd rather "get killed and die early" than transform.

Through their story, we learn that:

The twins have identical builds, movements, and (originally) identical faces.

The twins mutually influence each other's visual, pain, and auditory senses

Luke can see images within Kieran's field of vision and vice versa.

When one experiences pain, the other feels it in equal measure.

Restraining one of them effortlessly subdues the other

When they act together, they're even more coordinated than one person.

Luke is always in the light, and Kieran in the shadows.

They grew up on the streets before being placed at Ever's research facility.

While at Ever's research facility, the twins became experts at fighting each other. They learned it could earn them painkillers or sedatives. If the fight was severe enough, it earned them a pass on the next day's “trials”.

The twins often used their identical appearances to convince an opponent that there was only one of them. The first person who didn't fall for this trick was Sylus.

Masks:

After their attempt to kill Sylus failed, the twins expressed a desire to work for him instead. Upon this request, Sylus tells them to prove themselves by fighting each other.

In the middle of combat, one of the twins began to transform. From within his body, black crystals crawled up his body and face. Though the other twin didn't transform, they still experienced the same agony. To escape the pain, the transforming twin considered killing himself. But rather than risk harming his twin in the process, he ultimately opted to gouge the crystals out with a knife. As a result, that twin was left with grotesque scars covering his face and body.

In order to still look identical, Luke had matching masks made for them by one of the 303 twins (inferred to possibly be Philip from the Odd Workshop).

Clothing:

Both twins are only ever shown wearing matching black outfits, which consist of the following:

A bird-like mask with red accents

Shorts

Leggings/tights?

Boots

A black top

A hooded, long-sleeved top

A vest-like outer garment

A belt with ornamental feathers

Leather gauntlets

The only notable difference in their outfits are the number displayed on their hoods and the placement of a decorative ring on the attached horns.

Notable Quotes:

Kieran: "She ours, by the way. We called dibs a long time ago."

Luke: "I'm really curious… She's brave enough to drink from a black glass."

Interesting Facts:

Kieran refers to the "Man in Black" as "that ungrateful traitor"

When Sylus arrives, they leave to take care of any remaining troublemakers before ultimately bringing the protagonist to Onychinus' Base.

[sulumuns-dootah]

Good boy! - sub!Beelzebub x dom!Reader (18+)

⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

A/N: It's subby Beel hours and I'm working overtime ^^

Word count: 1335

Warnings: Submisive Beel(ofc), Reader is a mean dom + is called mommy at the end, but if that doesn't vibe with you, feel free to ignore it/replace it with what you're comfortable with

‎‧₊˚✧ 18+ Minors Do Not Interact‎ ✧˚₊‧

The bed slightly shakes as two strong inked arms tug on specially enchanted handcuffs, so no demon no matter how powerful or strong can get out of them. You've custom ordered them from a store in Abaddon, so you were sure they would truly fulfill their intended purpose. Though, the store assistant did seem to freak out a bit when you told them on who you're intending to use them.

But they seem to be working just fine. Otherwise, you'd doubt you'd be able to have such sight in front of your eyes. The demon's inked-up torso bare, his horn already leaking, making his hair messy. His cheeks flushed as he attempts to wipe some of the sweat from his forehead onto his biceps, both beside his head as his wrists are securely cuffed to the top of the bed's headboard.

You'd barely stripped him of his clothes and restrained him, yet he's already breathing heavily. Partially due to your credit, but also due to the chase and playfight you've both indulged in just moments prior. From the look in his eyes, you can tell it's his first time feeling fully helpless. His muscles tense and jerk at the cuffs.

Licking your lips, you trail your hand from his ankle all the way to his underwear, which at this point might as well be ripped off by the sheer force of his proud boner. You can't help but chuckle to yourself. Seeing Beelzebub in this state is a feast for eyes – pun intended.

A low groan comes from the demon under you as he tries to free himself by tugging on the restraints. Thankfully, the enchantments include the inability to break whatever they're attached to or he'd be surely quick to switch your positions.

“What a bad little impatient demon have I got here? I've barely touched you and you're already pathetic.” you seat yourself on your feet between Beelzebub's spread thighs to keep them apart. They're slightly trembling from the adrenaline of being fully captured.

“Huhu – must be different demon. Ugh, I can't get out of these. Where'd you get them? I'll obliterate that place. I don't want Bael to get hold of these.” Beel tries to pretend to be unbothered, but just from the sight alone you can tell he's lying more to himself. Pretending like he's still secretly the one in charge in the situation.

“Oh, don't worry your pretty little head about that. They're custom and and with the price they cost, I'm not letting anyone borrow them ever.” you laugh and move your hand to teasingly dance around the demon's clothed erection, purposefully evading the spot he needs touched the most.

“Y-Y/N~... C'mon, you can let me out. You know I'll be good. There's no need for these.” sweet pleas come from the demon below you, but you only dismiss them with a shake of your head. Slowly crawling up his body until you come face to face with him, you can feel the hot breath on y our features. With a teasing look you whisper to him:” I know you will be good. That's why you're also gonna take this like a good boy without complaining.”

A mixture of anger and desperation fills up Beelzebub's face and his hips try to buck upwards to meet up with your pelvis. When they fail to do that a frustrated cry leaves his lips. He's so pathetic you can't help but to chuckle again. This time the laugh comes out more dark, almost like you're the demon and not him.

“Please...” a small, broken whisper catches your attention as you're moving back to your previous position between his legs. You slowly let out a deep breath, relishing in the pathetic mess below you and thinking about what your next move will be. He didn't go easy on you during you playfight, so why go easy on him now, right? You bite your lip and move back so your face is close to his throbbing dick.

“Just wait when I get out of these. I'll have all my clones make sure you regret this.” he grits his teeth as you grab his still clothed cock with one hand and start nuzzling your face into it. “Now why would you do that, when you're clearly enjoying this just as much as I do.”

“N-nah... I don't... Nngh!” a whine escapes Beelzebub's lips as you finally free his boner and start giving his tip small licks. You've gotten his hands out of the picture, but his hips are still free to start thrusting up to try and get you to take him fully in. That action makes you pull back and hold his dick painfully in your hand. Giving the demon an irritated look, you pointedly breathe out. “And here I thought you wanted to be good. Keep this up and I'll keep you tied up like that overnight.”

“Ha~... You wouldn't. Please, just...!” he's stumbling over his tough-guy facade. Okay, you admit you might be a little bit too mean now, so you lower your head back down and start taking him bit by bit into your mouth. Both of your hands are firmly on either side of the king's hips to remind him to keep his movement in check.

Once you're satisfied with how soaked with your saliva, his cock is, you pull off and replace your mouth with your hand. Now you get to fully appreciate the moaning mess you've made Beelzebub into. To think that this man is the strongest demon in Hell, and now he's fully at your mercy. The moans coming from him are nothing like you've heard before. You'd never before even imagine that he can get this whiny.

Beel's eyes are starting to roll back and he doesn't even need to voice that he's getting close to tell you that. You can also tell by how sensitive he's becoming. His hips are thrusting up to meet your hand. Still, you're planning to punish him for that small mistake in the beginning and so you slowly start to slow down.

“N-No... Why are you..?” he instantly notices the lack of friction, delaying his orgasm. “I want you to beg for it, baby.”

The mischievous green eyes, now teary with few drops threatening to spill any minute, widen and Beelzebub's mouth falls open. “You heard me. You gotta let me know how much you want this, babyboy.”

“Y-Y/N~! I need it so bad! Please, oh pleasepleasemommyohplease!” he starts begging between whines as your hands starts to move again. The closer he gets, the faster you get to go thanks to his precum helping to lubricate his cock.

As the demon gets closer and closer his sobs and whines get louder. The bed is also getting really loud from him tugging on the cuffs and making it shake under the both of you. To help fully finish him, you decide to join with your other hand. All this added stimulation pushes Beelzebub over the edge and amidst all the cries and moans you can even make out few words:”Thank you mommy, thank you so much! Feel's s'good mommy!”

You can't help but smile at the new nickname while Beel fully paints his abdomen and your hands white. Feeling a bit mischievous you draw a heart in the puddle of cum on his lower belly once all of it comes out. The slight scratch of your nail against his skin helps bring him back to reality from his surprisingly intense orgasm.

“Fuck...That was...” he starts to catch his breath. Once he sees you start to move, he doesn't even finish his sentence. Slowly you crawl back to be face to face with him, trying to avoid the milky puddle as much as possible, you plant a kiss on his forehead. “You did good, baby.”

“So will you undo the cuffs so I can return the favor now?”

[not-that-dillinger]

“You shouldn’t be out here alone this late.”

The voice is echoed... garbled like it had been through too many layers of distortions gone wrong. The only tell that there was someone nearby on this forsaken piece of digital terrain was a flicker of something dark... cape?... or fabric maybe... just out of sight.

"It... isn't safe... for programs."

He'd had one of those days, where he'd been in not so great a mental space after a board meeting and couldn't go home but the walls of Encom tower felt more oppressive than safe like they usually did, and that perhaps made Ed a little more reckless. He'd gone for a walk, hoping to burn the last of his spoons so that maybe he could just go home and pass out.

He hadn't realized how far he'd walked until he found himself leaning heavily on Colossus, blinking up at the unlit sign of Flynn's arcade. He'd never really thought much about the place; he hadn't been allowed as a kid when it was open, and the one time his father's assistant caught him trying to sneak in with friends, he'd been... discouraged from returning.

Perhaps it was Flynn's old files he'd found on the Encom server that he kept thinking about, that drew him here. The files had been filled with ramblings that lined up so much with the angry rants his father used to have, and Ed couldn't stop thinking about them. He stood in front of the abandoned arcade, and something clicked into place. He realized he might have the missing puzzle piece to solve the mystery of where Flynn disappeared to.

Sherlock Holmes and Nancy Drew had always been a worse influence on him than his father made any of his childhood friends out to be; picking the lock on the door was trivial, and he quickly found the hidden basement.

It took him little time to find the Grid.

It took even less time for them to find him, though they didn't know what to do with the massive dog that had come with him.

They'd stripped him out of his clothes, put him in a light up suit, and given him a disc. They'd put Colossus in a suit and given him a disc as well. And then they marched him to Clu.

Clu had hoped to use him to lure his user out of hiding, and Ed laughed. Rescue his nemesis's son from certain death? Yeah right.

It was the sight of the test tube-looking prison, large enough to contain an adult human, more than Clu's plans to turn him into mindless soldier under his control, that had sent Ed into a panic.

Colossus had always been gentle with other people, and Ed had never seen the dog snap, much less bite someone, but Ed's panic must have triggered something, because the next thing he knew, the guards that had been restraining him were on the ground, and he was sprinting down the hall with Colossus, Clu dropping yellow voxels from the stump of his wrist as he pursued after them.

Ed didn't remember much about the escape, but an explosion or ten later he was hiding in an abandoned building in a darkened sector of the city.

---

That had been... Ed had no idea how long ago. It felt like months. They'd probably given up the search for him, if there even was one when he went missing. The darkened sector made an ideal hiding spot. It seemed like Clu or his forces couldn't track data there, though Ed also couldn't access the Grid to write scripts, execute command lines, or draw energy, which meant that Ed had to venture out in order to obtain energy or code anything he needed. And that meant he had to leave Colossus, since the dog was instantly recognizable.

Regardless, he'd learned how his disc connected him to the Grid, and had figured out how to use it to change his outfit to something slightly closer to his usual clothing with a floor length cloak, and had coded a swordstick with a pigeon-head for a hilt to defend himself with.

It was his third time venturing out, in need of more energy for both himself and Colossus, that he'd been found.

Ed froze, leaning heavily on the swordstick. He was having a low energy day, but he could fight, if it came to it.

He shifted his weight off the cane ever so slightly. "Is that so?" he asked, voice intentionally kept even and calm. "The same could be said of you."

[dr-spectre]

The scrunkly-ification of this man in the community needs to get studied via a microscope.

Friendly reminder to those who forgot, this man is probably responsible for hundreds if not thousands of deaths during the Great Turf War (although both sides were kinda fucking bad), he feds his army and society propaganda via music to motivate them to fight. He allows CHILD SOLDIERS INTO HIS ARMY!!!! He has stolen the Inklings power source several times without even trying to negotiate peace due to prejudice between the two groups.

He manipulated and then later hypnotised a mentally unwell Callie in order to get her to help him. Despite Callie willing to help, he still hypnotised her so that she doesn't randomly change her mind and keep her under his control more. Or at least that's what I speculate as to why Octavio developed the Hypnoshades for Callie in specific. She is very chaotic even under the shades, and when you factor in her being mentally ill during the events of Splatoon 2, yeah I can see why Octavio would develop the shades.

Although he didn't brainwash his army or Callie, I'll give him that. Like I've gone over Hypno Callie MANY MANY TIMES on this blog before and the whole idea of Octarians being brainwashed slaves is fucking stupid as hell and factually false. He at least allowed Callie to decorate his bases, influence the Octarians, and give them more motivation after their loss in Splatoon 1. He never restrained her, he never abused her or tortured her, hell he didn't fucking kidnap her despite what you have may been told, but I've said that trillions of times before.

He was never truly evil or malicious in his acts but Octavio still ain't no saint. He did redeem himself somewhat at the end of Splatoon 3, but he isn't some cute and cuddly 130 year old octopus guys. He's a war general and will do ANYTHING to save his people. He will kill teens and manipulate the mentally unwell to save his people from death. He's filled with nuance and I think we gotta respect that more. Not turn him into some cuddly cute octopus guy who's a good person.

Im not hating on those who do so and make fan comics and art where Octavio is more laid back and is a silly grandpa. It has its place in the community, Splatoon is a silly franchise!!! We should have fun of course! But I don't want y'all to forget what kind of man Octavio truly is and the acts he's done for over 100 years.

[huffelpuff210]

Soft dark mob Steve Rogers x innocent reader part 3

Warning: mentions of abuse and beating dark behavior,

The sound of beeping in the background was heard, Steve the big bad mob boss brought to his knees by one woman, Steve watched as your chest rose and fell at a steady pace,

Steve and Bucky both knew they couldn’t risk taking you to a hospital Brock probably sent word out about you,

They had the mafia doctor look at you, you had multiple injuries, six cracked ribs, a collapsed lung, you had a fractured jaw, multiple fractures in your cheeks, concussion, dislocated shoulder,

Steve was beyond pissed taking out his anger on Brock who is in a warehouse hanging from a meat hook bound as he gets the shit beat out of him, Steve had never been so angry, Bucky either after your brother threw you under the bus both Steve and Bucky decided to send him to Tony for some tough training, Tony has a way of breaking idiots from their habits and selfishness,

Your heavy eyelids slowly flutter open, you stare at an unfamiliar ceiling, the sound of a heart monitor could be heard, you slowly turn your head seeing that it was just starting to get dark..

What time was it? How long? Were you asleep? And where were you? You look around but the room was empty, you groaned at the pain but suck it up, pulling the blanket off of you. You see you were in a oversized grey tee shirt, it hung just above your knees.

You pull your IV out of your arm the heart monitor off your finger.

You get out of bed only to stumble, but you regain your footing, as you walked past the mirror you see your face was beyond bruised,

Gauze was wrapped around your jaw and head.

You just shake it off opening the door looking around it all looked familiar,

You walked down the hallway your arms crossed, but as soon as you pass a familiar picture you knew exactly where you were, Steve’s place,

You walk down a few hallways that was until running coming from behind you, and flashes from being captured rush back, you froze,

Suddenly Sam comes into view along with Natasha

“Oh thank god, Y/N what the hell?” Sam says as Natasha was talking through her ear piece

Not long Steve and Bucky strode towards you,

“Jesus doll you had us scared.” Bucky says with a worried look Steve looks relieved yet concerned,

“Let’s get you back to bed.” Steve says

Steve guides you back to the room,

Steve nods at everyone and they leave,

Steve would be lying if he said seeing you in his shirt didn’t turn him on, or the way you were looking at him, but he had to remind himself to control himself, you were injured and needed rest,

He helped you into bed, he got Bruce to put your IV back in,

He sat in the chair next to your bed,

You knew there was a lot on his mind so you decided to speak,

“I’m sorry,” your voice came out raspy

He looked at you confused,

“Kitten you shouldn’t be apologizing I should,” he said with a sigh

You shake your head

“I brought into a mess you shouldn’t have had to clean up.” You say

He chuckled

“Kitten I would fight the devil himself if I had to in order to save you.” He says

“Besides it was your dimwit brother who is the real artist for this situation.” He says with a growl

“I tried so hard to keep you away from this life..” he says with a sigh

“But he brought it to your doorstep so I’m no longer going to restrain myself when it come to you. Not anymore.” He says

You were completely oblivious to what he was talking about, he stood up towering over you, and still this man doesn’t scare you, never has, his blue eyes shine as he smiles,

He gently cups your face with his large hands, he kisses you, you were in shock,

You’ve never kissed A man before or felt the touch of a man, Bucky always scared them off before they would even think of it,

But here was Steve the king of New York, your friend, Bucky’s boss,

He was kissing you!

You were stiff at first but eventually melted into the kiss,

After he parted he smiled down at you,

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” He says

You smile back at him, because deep down you wanted to as well…