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misserabella · 1 year

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abby anderson x fem! reader

summary; abby loses her match, and when her frustration takes the best of her, she takes it out on you.

cw; +18 content! minors dni!, swearing, abby getting mad, harsh treatment, rough sex, name calling (whore, slut), spanking, clit slapping, fingering (r receiving), strap-on sex (r receiving), multiple orgasms, degrading and praising, abby being really rough, breeding kink (😵‍💫), abby uses reader like a toy, hair pulling, making out, finger sucking, cum eating, squirting, use of pet names instead of y/n…

abby was losing. and abby hated losing.

24-39. a 15 point difference.

“fuck!” she hissed, sending the ball flying against a wall, making the other team wince in fear. and who wouldn’t. abby, with her 6,3ft and muscles could make anyone shake in their place.

“anderson!” her coach reprimanded her, and she huffed. you were worried about her. you could clearly see she was frustrated. but at the same time you couldn’t help the way her roughness made you feel. your thighs pressed against the other as you bit down on your lip as you felt your clit throb. why did this turn you on so badly?

you had come to her game to cheer for her, her sweater —with her name on the back— engulfing you and almost hiding your pink skirt. you loved the size difference in between the two of you.

you loved watching abby play, there was something about it, about the way she moved, that made it impossible for you to pull your eyes away from her. she was good. she was the captain for a reason and due to that she always took it personal when the match would go sideways even if it wasn’t her fault. she was too hard on herself.

“referee please!” she yelled, huffing when a player from the other team hit her and yet he didn’t count it as a foul. next time he did indeed called it was when abby did a blockage. “oh come on! are you fucking serious?! i didn’t touch her!” one of her teammates went to her, stopping her on her tracks. “fucking dick…” she muttered, shaking her head. you squirmed when she tossed the ball to the referee a little bit too harsh, winning a warning from her coach. but she was too good, he couldn’t risk to sit her on the bench.

“come on abs, don’t get frustrated, it’s alright.” one of her teammates tried to cheer her up, and then her eyes were on you. her beautiful blue eyes. you trembled.

there were 5 minutes left.

the time was flying by.

30-43

the crowd was roaring, cheering for their respective teams.

“come on abby…” you muttered. she was chugging water, her whole body and strong arms covered in shiny sweat.

she did her best to diminish the point difference, running from side to side of the court and scoring as many points as she could.

but sadly enough, despite her best efforts, they ended up losing.

46-58

the glowing red numbers were like a mock to her face.

she cursed, sitting on the bench with her head in between her hands. her coach made his best to not let it consume her, as so did her teammates, but she was blaming herself. and she was frustrated… furious.

you watched as both teams shook their hands congratulating each other for the game and took their things to leave.

you left the stairs and made your way down to meet with your girlfriend, who didn’t even look at you and simply started walking towards her car, having you following her behind like a lost sad puppy.

she didn’t say a word though the whole way back to your shared apartment, the silence and heavy atmosphere inside the car making your skin crawl.

you watch her muscled back as you made your way inside the apartment, abby harshly leaving her bag on the floor. she could feel her blood boiling, her hands shaking in adrenaline and rage.

“abby.” you called out for her, touching her shoulder, gently. but there was nothing gentle in the way she was now pressing you against the wall, both of your hands on the side of your face.

“shut the fuck up.” she growled, taking your lips in a rough kiss that had your lungs begging for air. “i’m so fucking mad.” she groaned, sucking on your neck, and you whined, feeling one of her legs push up in between your own and against your throbbing cunt. “you know what i need right now, isn’t that right, doll?” you nodded. “yeah, you do. so you’re gonna stay quiet and let me fuck you, hm?” you moaned, nodding once again, feeling heat pooling in between your legs, her voice was low, dangerous. and you couldn’t help but want to satisfy her, to make her feel better. “atta girl.” she went back to kissing you, one hand taking a hold on your wrists to push your hands over your head as the other came down to the seam of her hoodie, pushing it up just to discover that you were wearing nothing underneath. “well would you look at that… you were ready for it, huh?” she chuckled, her free hand pinching one of your nipples, making your back arch and a whimper fall from your lips. “wether i lose or win i was gonna fuck you anyways, so why bother… isn’t that right, doll?” she teased you, grinding her thigh against your clothed and aching cunt. “but we both know that you like it best when i lose, right? you get off by me being mean to you.” her lips latched to your neck, slowly making their way up to your ear. “my girl just needs me to be rough with her, huh?” you shivered, nodding, your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. she was right. “fucking answer to me when i speak.” the hand that had been rolling your nipple harshly spanked one of your thighs, making your skin burn and you let out a needy moan.

“yes, abby.” she hummed.

“good girl. now, why don’t you go wait for me in our bed, hm? and take off your clothes, want to see you spread and open for me once i get there.” you nodded, and she let go of your wrists.

you followed her command, getting to your bedroom as you heard the faucet of the bathroom opening. she had probably gone to clean her hands. you quickly got rid of your clothes, letting them aside on the floor before getting in bed, your back against the duvet and your legs spread for her to see your now drooling cunt. you wanted nothing more than to reach out in between them and touch yourself, get some relief. but you knew better. you knew abby wouldn’t like that, so you sat there, waiting for her to come to you.

she didn’t take long.

when she came back she was on her underwear and sports bra. muscles on display and pumped due to the recent exercise. you were drooling.

“look at you.” she shook her head, her eyes on your pretty cunt. her pretty cunt. “open up for me, darling, let me see you.” she said, and you blushed, letting one of your hands trail down in between your thighs, your index and middle finger making contact with your folds to spread them and show your twitching entrance to her. she groaned. “so fucking pretty.” you moaned. “and so wet… you’re soaked, princess. all that ‘cause i’m mean to you? you’re a slut.” your thighs shook at the name, your clit throbbed, awaiting to be touched. “you like it when i take it out on you, baby? when i use you like a little toy?” you nodded, making her need to fuck you bigger. “of course you do. ‘cause that’s all you are, my pretty little toy.” you watched as she made her way to the bed, abs flexing, strong thighs spreading. your back arched when her fingers met your exposed and open pussy, a whimper ripping your throat when she slapped your clit. “you just can’t wait to be fucked, can you?” your eyes rolled to the back of your head when she suddenly and harshly pushed two of her thick fingers inside your tight walls. “sucking my fingers right in like the whore you are.”

“abby…!” you whined as she started to fuck them in and out of you. they slid so easily. you were so wet for her. it was embarrassing, how much control she had over you.

“haven’t even started fucking you yet and look at how drenched you are.“ you moaned, your hips rutting against her touch, making her chuckle. “so desperate…”

“please, abby, please… fuck me, please.” you begged.

“want me to fuck you baby? want me to use you?” she inquired and you nodded.

“yes, please. use me. use me.” you pleaded, eyes tearing up. you needed her so badly it hurt. you were so turned on…

she took her fingers out of you, looking at how they shone with your slick before pushing them inside her mouth to taste you. you whimpered as she hummed.

“get on your knees baby, ass up.” she ordered, and you followed, laying with your tummy down against the sheets and your knees holding your ass up, your back arched as your chest rested against the mattress. you knew this was how she liked to have you, with both your holes showing. she relished on your muffled moans and cries against the pillows, how you’d hold the sheets in between your hands for support as she pounded her cock inside of you.

she put on the strap, buckling it around her hips as she stared at your drooling pussy, slick now pooling on your thighs in droplets. she groaned. she couldn’t wait to have you creaming her dick. it was big. around the 7 inches, and purple, with ridges and a great girth.

you gasped when you felt the tip tease your folds, bumping against your clit. abby was using your arousal to lube herself up. you could feel your cheeks burning at the sound of your slick folds engulfing her tip, the neediness of your twitching hole to be filled and fucked.

one of her hands took your hip as the other guided the strap to your hole, pushing in in a harsh and quick sudden thrust that had you gripping the sheets and screaming. “thaat’s it. fucking take it.” your breath got punched out of your lungs as she started to fuck you open on it, hitting your g spot with every snap of her hips. “be a good doll and sit pretty for me while i fuck you, hm?” you moaned, feeling your walls squeezing the silicone and sucking it in. her pace quickened, harshly fucking into you as she grunted. your moans were getting cut by each thrust, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you tried to stay up on your legs, although you couldn’t. that’s why abby was there for, grabbing your hips with such strength that will leave the marks of her fingertips on your skin. “fucking shit. pussy so good taking my cock. look at it. fucked open and drooling for more.” you whimpered, your tits bouncing and hardened nipples brushing against the sheets, making your mind feel fuzzy.

you were a babbling and moaning mess, begging for more, pleading for her to take her anger out on you, to fuck you harder, faster.

she groaned, pistoning into you until you were nothing but a body for her to let her frustrations out on. shit. she was fucking your brains out. one of her hands gripped your hair, pushing you against the sheets to keep you in place, abusing you g spot over and over and over again.

“abby!” you screamed, your walls squeezing shut around her cock, your orgasm building up on your lower stomach.

“that’s it baby. louder. let me hear you. who’s cock are you taking, hm? whose pussy is this, huh?” she inquired, and when she didn’t hear and answer she spanked you, making your body jolt.

“yours!!”

“fucking right.” she growled.

“gonna cum!” you cried out.

“yeah? you gonna cum, doll? gonna cream my cock? gonna drip for me?” you nodded. “of course you are. now be good for me and let me have it. let me see you fall apart.”

she didn’t have to ask twice, your orgasm hitting and drowning you like a tidal wave, making your world turn white and your ears ring as your moans became louder and louder.

abby fucked you through it, never backing down and keeping the same intensity, what made your orgasm last what seemed like ages. and when you thought it would die down it just kept growing.

“abby, i’m gonna cum again, i’m gonna, oh fuck!” you cried out, feeling it turn into something else. your thighs soaking wet in your squirt as your back arched, her cock sliding in and out of your pussy so easily…

abby groaned, the back of the strap rubbing her clit in just the perfect way.

“there it is…” she muttered, relishing on the sight, on the sound of the splashing of your juices against her hips and strap. “pussy feeling so good is crying for me.” you took it. took her anger, her frustration… but it was…

“too much! too much!” you begged, one of your hands scratching at her abs as she kept fucking you, but it didn’t stop her, the hand that pressed your head down taking both of your wrists behind your back to pull from you and on her dick. you screamed, feeling her on your cervix, and squirting non stop.

“fucking take it. stop being a fucking baby and take it.” she grunted, feeling her orgasm approaching. “gonna cum so hard. gonna fill you up, princess, fuck a baby into this pretty pussy of yours. gonna leave you dripping for a week, doll.” you whimpered.

“yes, please, cum inside, cum inside! want your cum please, abby please…” you pleaded. and that’s what made it for her.

“look at you. completely cock drunk... yeah? you want it? then take it. fuck. fucking take it.” she groaned, harshly and quickly fucking into you as she hit her peak, watching you squirt like crazy as she came and soaked her boxers. she fucked the two of you through it. by the time she was finished the sheets completely soaked.

she let go of you, your cunt trying to still suck her in, making you whine as she pulled out of you and let go of your wrists, making you fall against the sheets. you were breathless, boneless. she had fucked you completely dumb. your whole body was shaking in exhaustion and the high of your orgasms.

your cum was coating the base of her strap in a white ring, and your cunt shone under the lights of your bedroom, puffy folds reddish and swollen due to her abuse.

it was needless to say that abby wasn’t angry anymore.

a/n; reader is me while my crush got frustrated playing today 😫🤭

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theradiostarr · 7 months

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content/warnings: NSFW Alastor/Lucifer x reader, mentions of blood and bruises, gender neutral reader/gender not specified, just Alastor and Lucifers rivalry in the bedroom

〃 Thinking about….

Alastor and Lucifers rivalry when it comes to their darling, how eager to please you they are.

They take their turns with you, with their endless bickering being enough to drive you mad. Lucifer indulges all your fantasies, driving you to the brink of madness with his touch night after night, whispering sweet sin into your ear, caressing the most vulnerable parts of you and promising safety.

“Fall with me my darling, I’ll show you pleasure like you’ve never felt before.”

Alastor simply loves the power he has over you. You’re utterly helpless below him and it drives him mad with need. You’re not allowed to touch him, with the radio demon being averse to it, but that only adds to the thrill of being dominated entirely.

“I should broadcast your pleasure for all of Hell to hear, oh how pathetic you look right now my doe. All for me.”

But when they’re together?

Your backs pressed up against Alastor’s chest, the demon whispering promises of sweet profanity into your hair. Lucifer is between your legs, his hands seeking out every inch of you, tongue tracing every crevice. It drives you mad how well the two sinners work together, when their only goal is to please you.

“My oh my, you’re quite excited aren’t you, dear? Are you going to reward us with more of your sweet sounds? Or is Lucifer not up to par, hmm?”

While your body is completely exposed, the two bodies cage you in an unholy embrace. Your lips are bleeding with the brutality of Alastor’s love making, neck and chest blooming red and purple hues. He’s still fully dressed, a hand encased around your throat, a dangerous threat to behave.

He’ll force your eye contact, even as the King of Hell goes down on you. Their rivalry manifests in making you scream, sob out their names, give into their touches and melt under their gaze.

Where Alastor is violently devoted, Lucifer is reverent in his desire. He laps at your lower body with need and worship. As if you are the sun incarnate, shining down on him with love and admiration.

His pants are still on despite the painful constraint, his eyes never leaving your face and thoughts consumed entirely by you. His face is damp and his fingers are coated in your fluids, but he could ignore his pleasure forever if it meant getting to see your face contort in bliss again because of him.

“Come on my sweet duckling, you can give me another, can’t you? My angel, you’re doing so good for us.”

You can be sure you’re not leaving that room unscathed, their darling is simply too irresistible, and every wayward sinner in Hell needs to know exactly who you belong to.

〃✧

Late night Drabble, and before you start with the “Alastor is aroace >:(“ complaints, I myself am on the spectrum. If you don’t like it, scroll xo

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freedomfireflies · 1 year

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Pillowtalk*

Summary: An extra for Mine*

Save a horse, ride a pillow.

Turns out, Harry isn't always so forgiving.

Word Count: 4.4k

(This one shot is separate from the events of the last extra!! Just something smutty for fun!)

*Contains Mature and Explicit content! Please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞 You are so much more important!*

You know you’ve fucked up even before Harry walks through the door.

He’s normally a very patient man. Very forgiving. Understanding.

But you know today will be different.

See, you’ve done the one thing he absolutely hates, more than anything in the world:

You’ve lied to him.

Or rather, you’ve refused him. Refused his suggestion. His offer to help you relieve some tension. And not because you don’t want to or because you feel uncomfortable. Because you know if you’d used your safe word, he would have dropped it instantly, no questions asked.

But you know he’s been watching you for the past few days. Noticing how you rut against him in your sleep. Throw a leg over his thigh and grind down without even realizing. Whimper beneath your breath at the faint contact before curling into his side.

See, you’ve been fighting your subspace for weeks. You’re not sure why it’s kept trying to creep up on you. Maybe you’re lonely. Maybe you’re in heat. Maybe you just need Harry to fuck you into the mattress to set things right.

But he’s been incredibly busy. And stressed. And the thought of bothering him with this has been out of the question. So, you’ve kept it to yourself.

It wasn’t until Asher found you squeezing a pillow between your thighs earlier today that Harry became aware of how serious it was.

Asher had called him instantly and told him before Harry made him put you on the phone. He was anxious to fix it for you, asking if you’d like to come to the warehouse so he could help you out. He’d play with you, kiss you, cuddle you, and make everything better.

But you hadn’t wanted to be a bother. You’d brushed him off, told him you were fine. You’d watch some TV and get over it.

And he hadn’t liked this, instead suggesting that he leave work altogether and come home so he could dedicate the rest of his day to you.

Another proposition that you refused. Insisting once more that you didn’t want to take up any of his time. You knew he was busy, and this was nothing. You weren’t an animal. You’d be fine.

It was your second refusal that upset him. The way you lied just to please him. How you put his needs above your own.

You knew he wanted to chastise you over the phone, but he simply offered a solemn but chilling goodbye before the line went dead.

So, you handed the phone back to Asher with a sheepish raise of your eyebrows.

He tutted sympathetically as he said, “Oh, sweetheart. You’ve done it now.”

It became clear then just how badly you’d fucked up. And you could do nothing but wait for your boyfriend’s return as the anxious pit in your stomach began to form.

This is how Harry finds you a couple of hours later. You’ve been anticipating him, his driver having radioed to Asher about his arrival before he left.

And you’ve done nothing but pace the living room floor, practicing what you’ll say when you see him. Which will be any second now. You can hear him coming up the stairs, the heavy boots on his feet echoing in from the hall.

He can’t be that mad. He can’t. Not after he hears your side.

You’ll start with a string of apologies and then an explanation. And maybe he’ll understand because sometimes you don’t think when you’re in this type of headspace, and surely he’ll be able to see that. Surely he’ll listen to reason—

“Hi, mama.”

The normally loving nickname is murmured beneath a low strain of voice, and you look up from the carpet to find the man of the hour.

Shit.

He’s standing by the now closed door, eyes narrowed, and expression stern. His tongue is running over his bottom lip and he casually makes his way into the apartment just as Asher steps out of the room.

“Hi,” you call timidly, hands sliding behind your back as you wait for him to approach. “How was…how was your day?”

“Fine,” he replies after a long moment of pause. “Before I got a rather upsetting phone call.”

You swallow, lashes fluttering the closer he gets. “I know, I’m sorry. I…look, you’ve been under a lot of stress, and I know you were just trying to help, but I didn’t want to—”

“No,” he says simply, bringing your spiel to a halt. “No, I don’t want to hear you speak again until I give you permission to do so. Is that understood?”

Instantly, your lips press together as you nod once. Shit, shit, shit.

“Good.” He takes another step, and it feels as though he sucks the air right out of your lungs. “Do you understand why I’m upset?”

Another nod, wordless.

“Do you understand that I don’t like when you lie to me?”

Nod.

“Do you understand that if you’re struggling or floating away from me, I need to know?” He’s close enough now that you can smell the faintest whisper of cigarettes and cologne. An oddly comforting mix. “That if you lie to me when you’re in your subspace, it’s incredibly dangerous? And scary?”

You hadn’t thought of it like that. In fact, it never even crossed your mind to imagine how he might feel to be put in this sort of position again. Especially after the last time.

Guilt crawls up the back of your neck as you fight the urge to look down at the floor, forcing eye contact with the tall man before you.

You motion your agreement once more before Harry’s hardened expression softens.

“Did you know you were slipping?” he asks gently, now reaching out to brush his palm along your cheek. “Because if this was an accident, and you weren’t sure, then I won’t be mad at you, sugar.”

You could say no. You could get yourself out of this mess with one simple word. Make him happy. Reassure him.

But…you knew. You had a suspicion even if you weren’t one hundred percent sure. And lying to him again will only make the damage worse.

You press your hand over his, keeping it against your face. Soaking up the contact and the few short moments of his relaxed demeanor you have left.

“Yes,” you whisper quietly. Bashfully. You don’t look at him. You look at the collar on his shirt, willing the tears to stay inside. “And I was scared.”

He takes hold of your other cheek now, grasping onto you with concern and love as his brows furrow. “Scared how, mama? What can I do?”

You whimper, fingers slipping around his wrists. “I didn’t want to take you away from your work. It was more important. And I didn’t want you to fall behind or feel like you had to help me. I thought I would be okay, that I could fight it. And I could wait until you weren’t as busy.”

He’s still frowning but it’s softer now. As though he’s in great pain. “My sweet girl,” he exhales, stepping closer until your chests brush. “I never…ever feel like I have to help you. I want to help you. I thought you knew that.”

And you do. But when you’re in that sort of mindset…

He sighs. “I never meant to neglect you. Or leave you here or make you wait. You are the most important thing in the fucking world to me. There’s a reason I have so many men working for me, and it’s so they can take over whenever I need them to. Whenever I have better places to be. Like here. With you.”

A tear falls but his thumb gingerly wipes it away.

“I worry about you all the goddamn time,” he murmurs, and your stomach flips. “It’s hard enough being away from you, but knowing you were in so much pain and so much frustration when I wasn’t here to fix it for you makes my fucking skin crawl. It’s the scariest thing in the world to me to know you’ve slipped when I’m not here.”

You nuzzle into his touch, remorse clouding your vision.

“It’s even scary when I am here,” he whispers, almost as if admitting a secret. “Because it proves how much you trust me. And all I want to do is keep you safe, keep you mine. Keep you. In any way I can.”

“I know,” you finally say. “I know, I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to upset you.”

He scoffs a bit beneath his breath, like it wounds him to hear you say this, and you can see the repercussions of it on his face.

“Sugar,” he breathes, “asking for my attention will never upset me. My attention belongs to you. It’s yours, always, every fucking second of every fucking day. Even if it’s just a headache and you need me to come home, I will. I will always put you first.”

Your heart feels as though it blooms in your chest.

“And if I can’t be there,” he continues, “I know there’s someone else here to keep you safe until I can be.”

With this, he glances over his shoulder toward his second-in-command, who’s now leaning against the doorframe, watching you both closely.

Surprised, and a bit relieved, you and Asher exchange a small, knowing smile before you look back to Harry. “I know. I’m sorry. Really.”

And you can tell this hasn’t fixed anything, but he seems somewhat comforted by this as he leans forward and presses his lips to yours. His palms pressing hard into your cheeks to keep you close.

“I know,” he echoes, leaning back and releasing you. “But you still lied to me. When you knew better. And actions have consequences, don’t they, mama?”

Your blood runs cold as you nod mutely and watch him walk toward the couch. He’s relaxed yet firm. The air in the room shifting instantaneously while he nods at Asher who begins walking closer as well.

Everything is spinning, your head, your heart, your stomach. You have no idea what to expect next, and as Harry takes a seat, you decide that you probably aren’t going to like it.

“I promised I would always take care of you,” he begins, throwing an arm over the back of the sofa as his right-hand man comes over to sit beside him. “And I plan to keep that promise, even after you’ve been so disobedient.”

You notice now the large pillow in Asher’s hand, and a hundred and one questions flash through your mind as it’s handed to your boyfriend.

“So, that’s what I’m going to do,” Harry says, taking the object from him before tossing it toward the ground at your feet. “Gonna let you ride this pillow until you feel better.”

Oh.

It all clicks now. Makes perfect fucking sense and heat floods your cheeks as you look from the pillow to the two men in front of you.

Harry nods his chin, the corner of his mouth curling up into a rather sadistic display of reassurance. “Go on.”

And you can’t refuse him again. Can’t argue or try to talk him out of it. He’s made up his mind. In fact, he probably decided on this the moment he hung up the phone earlier today.

Instead, you swallow thickly and slowly lower yourself onto your knees. You can’t deny that you’re slightly…thrilled by the idea. Something you assume Harry knew you would be. No matter how callous the man can be, he always puts your pleasure first. Even when he’s upset.

And yes, this is meant to humiliate you. Which it does.

But you like the idea of them watching you. Of them seeing the way you get yourself off with something as pathetic as a pillow.

“Uh-uh,” comes a warning tut, forcing your eyes up. Harry is frowning, head cocked to the side. “Panties off, mama. You know better.”

You do know better, and you nod mutely as you warily grab hold of your shorts to tug them down, your underwear following suit.

Now left in nothing but your thin tank top, you return to your position on the floor, hands on your thighs as you kneel before the pillow.

The men are far too relaxed as they settle back into the cushions, looking down at you with smug appreciation.

“Come on, Sugar,” Harry pushes, once more encouraging you to begin. “Haven’t got all day.”

And Asher smirks at this, arms crossing over his chest, focused eyes glued to yours.

So, with a deep inhale, you scoot forward, grabbing onto the pillow to angle it the way you need. Then, you straighten up a bit, pushing and fluffing the cushiony fabric just so before pulling it between your thighs.

Once it’s in the right place and you feel comfortable in your straddle…you lower.

You can’t help but gasp as your cunt makes contact with the pillowcase, the soft yet somewhat rough material like ecstasy as it slides between your bare, silky folds.

The boys are quiet. Far too quiet for your liking. Not even a hum of approval or a look of excitement. They watch you like they’re watching the daily news. Intrigued yet hardly fascinated.

You suppose this is a part of your punishment, but it breeds something insatiable in your stomach. Making you want to earn their interest and admiration.

You begin to rock yourself back and forth. A steady rhythm, just to get started. The need you’ve been fighting for weeks returns tenfold, growing stronger with each brush of your clit against the side of the fabric.

Then, Harry speaks.

“Talked to Cal today,” he says to his partner, glancing over as if somehow, that conversation is more important than watching you soak the pillow between your legs.

It makes you frown.

“Yeah?” Asher responds, looking over as well.

Harry nods. “He’s working on expanding the shipment. Said he found a way in.”

“Good. You think he can handle it?”

“Probably not, but that’s why it’s not the actual shipping container. I’m leaving that to you.”

Asher laughs, and the amused sound makes your stomach clench. “And what’ll you do if he finds out you’re testing him?”

“If he’s really on our side, he’ll understand,” Harry says simply. “And if he has a problem with it…we’ll take care of it.”

The ominous threat has you whining softly in the back of your throat as you squeeze your eyes shut and work your hips a little faster.

This time, Harry chuckles. “She’s cute, isn’t she?”

“Very,” Asher replies, and even without seeing them, you know they’re smirking at you. “Maybe she should disobey more often.”

“Maybe,” Harry agrees. “It’s more fun this way.”

Your head lifts, attention finding them as you plead with your boyfriend to have a little mercy on you.

But the second he sees you looking, he smiles and shakes his head.

The living room falls silent for just a moment as you continue to thrust against the material in search of more.

It’s building, slow at first and then really fast. A very prominent wet patch has begun to form and knowing you’ve most likely ruined this poor pillow makes you whimper as you arch your back.

Your knees slide on the carpet, spreading you open. Over and over and over you rut against the cushion, breathless and panting for air.

And it's nice. Tantalizing, in a sense. But it will never be the real thing. Never be able to satiate your appetite the way you want. Can't fill you, or fuck you, or leave you.

Yet, despite its faults, it helps get you there. And maybe you should have been doing this all along.

Harry’s focus glues to you now, eager to see you come, and it makes your heart soar as you sneak a glimpse of his handsome face. Punishment or not, having his eyes on you is like an honor. Knowing that he could be looking at anyone…but he’s looking at you.

Your orgasm rips through you like a tornado, tearing your insides apart as you practically collapse on the floor. Hips twitching while you attempt to ride it out.

Again, a certain quiet settles over the room, and you feel relieved to know you’ve completed this little exercise, no matter how degrading. You’re ready to jump up onto your feet, crawl into his lap, and bury yourself in his arms for the remainder of the night.

But it seems Harry has other plans, and he hums condescendingly when he sees you begin to sit up.

“Where you goin’, mama, hm?” he calls.

You blink.

“You’re not done yet,” he says, far too pleased for your liking. “In fact, you’re not done until I say you’re done.”

…shit.

“So, go on,” he instructs, once again nodding at you. “Give me another.”

With that, he leans back against the couch, leaving you to wilt under the stares of the two men above you.

Shaking slightly from the aftershocks, you squirm a bit over the pillow and steady your stance. Then, with a deep breath, you lower yourself back down and drag your pussy over the side of the fluffy material.

But you’re incredibly sensitive, and you instantly lift up with a mewl as you attempt to get away from the sensation.

“Sugar,” Harry warns, “s’part of your punishment, and you know it. You gonna make Daddy even more upset?”

It takes all your strength to whisper, “No,” before you begin again.

Pleased, they return to their previous conversation, allowing you to twitch atop the cushion as you whine and cry out pathetically from the overstimulation.

Your poor, puffy clit is rubbed raw against the pillowcase yet even through the slight pain, you feel relief. Because this type of ache makes you excited. Makes you want to find reprieve and drives you toward the end.

So it’s not too difficult to work yourself back up, now grinding against the floor as though you’re a rabid animal in heat.

Your legs are sore, knees bruising from the harsh sting of the carpet. But you don’t mind. You can see how proud Harry is of you, even if he’s not always watching.

This is your punishment. And if taking it like a good girl will make him happy, you will. Take anything he gives you.

The second one is slower to form and unravel but it’s still just as potent. It forces a shudder to roll down your spine as you moan lewdly and tremble from your spot on the ground.

Hoping that this will be enough and that he’ll have a bit of compassion on you, you glance up expectantly.

However, he simply runs his tongue over his bottom lip.

With a slight sink in your stomach, you press your palms into the floor and readjust your straddle.

It aches a lot more now. And it’s so bad, it’s good. Tears are quick to slip down your cheeks as you writhe and buck against the fabric, joints strained, and pussy abused. It's damp between your legs. And while the idea is invigorating, you don't know how much more your body can handle.

“Please,” you whisper, glancing up through the water in your lashes to plead with the man before you. “Hurts.”

“Does it?” he coos, frowning some but it’s incredibly condescending. “Does it hurt as bad as you lying to me?”

You shiver again, choking on a soft, pathetic whimper as you continue to gyrate along the edge of the material. “Daddy, please—”

“No.” It’s so simple, it makes your stomach flip. “Keep going.”

“Please—”

“Mama,�� he warns lowly, and a fresh wave of arousal seems to rush between your thighs. “Begging won’t help you today. You’re gonna keep going until I tell you to stop.”

So with a pitiful cry, you continue your thrusts along the pillow, chest heaving from the deep breaths you’re attempting to take.

Harry watches you closer now. Perhaps to make sure you’re all right, and knowing that he’s still worried about you, even when he’s dominating you, is all you need.

You try to make the most of your punishment. Try to get yourself to the next one the way he wants. And it almost kills you, but you carry on. Lowering your shaky fingers toward your cunt as you scoot up to make room.

You circle them around your clit a time or two, indulging in the way it feels. It’s not as teasing as a pillow and it makes you clench in a desperate flutter as you begin to thrust against your hand.

“Uh-uh,” he suddenly calls, a low bark of disapproval. “Did I tell you to touch yourself?”

And you could practically disappear through the floor from the chasting tone of voice as you glance up. “Need to—”

“No,” he repeats, just as unrelenting. “Move your fucking hand.”

“Please—”

“I said no. Would you like to make this worse?”

And that’s the last thing you want. Because the look in his eye tells you he’d happily leave you untouched for weeks on end if that’s what it took to help you learn.

And you’d rather this pain than that.

With a mangled gasp, you pull your fingers from your soaking pussy and instead raise them to your chest. Needing to please him somehow, and he’s always been privy to your breasts.

You take hold of the low-hanging neckline on your tank top and rip it down until your left tit is revealed. Then, you squeeze it in your hand—tight. Groping the delicate flesh as you rut atop the pillow. Exactly the way he asked.

You vaguely catch the way both men shoot you smug looks of approval, endlessly entertained with this little display as you’re left to your humiliation on the ground by their feet.

So, you switch your focus. Linger on the tent in your boyfriend's pants as you picture how hard he must be about now.

You're pleased that this degrading act of remorse is turning him on. And you wish, more than anything, that he'd take out his cock and present it to you.

You'd suck him into your mouth eagerly. Flick him with your tongue before dragging it along the underside. He'd be heavy and warm between your lips. His fingers would bury into your hair as he forced himself down your throat, making you swallow around him.

And he'd groan through gritted teeth. Praise you the way he loves to do. Or maybe he wouldn't. Maybe he'd tell you how fucking pathetic you look with spit dribbling down your chin. Tell you that you can do better. That you need to be better to make him come.

The mere thought makes you stutter, sucking in a sharp inhale as you work your tit and cunt faster to the thought of him.

Always to the thought of him.

“That’s it,” Harry says, tossing both arms over the back of the sofa while his legs spread apart. “What a cute, pathetic little bunny, hm? Look at you, humping your poor pillow just to get some relief. Bet you like it, don’t you? Like showing us how desperate you are?”

You moan again as his words instantly and expertly work you back up that peak.

“Should I start calling you Bunny?” he continues, and Asher grins. “Are you my naughty Bunny, baby?”

Your eyes roll back, hips stuttering through the pace you’d begun to set as you cry a little harder and fight to keep going.

“Please,” you whisper, head shaking quickly. “Can’t…can’t do it—”

“Yes you can,” Harry corrects, a bit harder but still laced with encouragement. “Know you can, sugar. Come on—”

“No…no, hurts. Can’t—”

“Keep going,” he says. “Make us proud, Bunny. Don’t you wanna make Asher proud?”

And you can’t even look at the man in question because you’re so humiliated and so overcome with about ten different emotions. Instead, your focus finds the floor as you suck in a shaky breath.

“You’re all right, sweetheart,” you hear Asher offer, and it makes you whimper as you force your head up.

He’s smiling at you. It’s incredibly proud although still haughty, and it does something to this desperation you’ve already begun to succumb to.

“Go on,” he adds, and you drop to your elbows.

You become deranged. Yearning for this release more than anything in the world.

You’re a blubbering mess, practically collapsed on the ground as you roll your hips at a swift pace.

“Please,” you whine again. “Need…can’t—”

“Shh,” Harry murmurs, now leaning forward as he rests his arms over his knees to peer down at you. “You’re okay. One more, Bunny, come on.”

This praise and encouragement are nice but not nearly as nice as the smell of him as he gets closer. You’d do anything to feel his hands on you. In any capacity. Do anything to have him hold you. Or kiss you. Or just make it better.

“Think of it as my face,” he adds, and you whimper just from the thought. “Know you love to ride my face, don’t you, mama? So go ahead. Ride that pillow like it’s me, yeah? Make me happy.”

It shouldn’t work so well, but it does. You can already picture the glistening of his chin. The puffiness of his lips, all swollen and red from how he’s licked you clean. The way he’ll pull your clit into his mouth by his teeth before releasing it. How he’ll scratch down your ass to keep you stuck to his tongue.

He’s always so good. So fucking good to you and the moment you imagine it…it hits you.

The noises you make are loud and incoherent, and you feel as though your body is being ripped apart by the cruel hands of the sadistic men before you. Despite the fact that they aren't even touching you.

You begin to weep dramatically the minute it subsides, which is only a second or two later, and instantly, Harry is dropping onto the floor in front of you.

“Okay, okay,” he whispers, quickly pulling you into his arms as Asher crouches as well to pull the pillow out from between your legs. Relieving you of the stimulation. “You’re okay, sweet girl. M’right here. You’re okay.”

He tucks your head under his chin as he strokes your back and cheek for comfort. And it’s so perfect. All you’ve ever wanted, but you can’t stop crying. Even if you aren’t inherently sad.

You don’t know what you are.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you gasp, nose nuzzling into his shirt. Comforted by the warmth of his chest. “I’m sorry. Didn’t wanna make you angry. I’m so sorry—”

“Baby,” he exhales, holding onto you tighter. “I’m not angry. Promise. Could never be angry with you—”

“I hurt you,” you whimper, and you feel his breath catch. “I hurt you, Daddy. I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to hurt you. Was trying to be good. Trying to be patient—”

“Oh, my darling love,” he whispers, pulling you away from his body only so he can shower your face with kisses. “I know, baby, I know. You are so good to me. So patient, so kind. You’re okay. We’re okay.”

Your fingers clutch onto his dark button-up as though he’s going to let you go. “I’m sorry—”

“Don’t have to be sorry,” he hushes you, eyes flicking to Asher as they exchange a certain look before Harry is nodding once and Asher is standing to his feet. “It’s okay. It’s over, yeah? I’m here.”

You sniffle as you watch the other man go, lashes filling with water again. “Where’s he going? Did I make him mad?”

“Never,” Harry tells you, nuzzling his nose against your cheek and snaking his arms even tighter around your frame. “Never, mama. He’s just getting the bed ready.”

You look back, blinking some of the wetness away. “Oh? What for?”

“I wanna hold you,” he says simply, leaving another kiss to your bottom lip to help it stop quivering. “Haven’t gotten to hold you in forever. Just wanna sleep with you in my arms for a bit. Is that okay? Can Daddy do that?”

“Yes,” you say quickly, nodding. “Wanna make you happy.”

“You do, sugar,” he chuckles but it sounds sad. “Always make me happy. You’re my favorite fucking thing in the whole world.”

It’s exactly what you’d needed to hear, making you blush the entire way to the bedroom as both boys help you get settled under the covers.

Harry instantly pulls you into his chest the moment the two of you have laid down, but before Asher can offer you your privacy…you’re thrusting a hand toward him.

“Stay,” you call quietly, lips pushing into a pout.

He freezes in the doorway.

“Stay?” you repeat, eyes pleading with him. “Please?”

He looks toward his boss, who frowns a bit before nodding once, allowing him to return to the bed.

Asher is gentle as he takes a seat on your other side. Almost as if scared to cause a rift in the dynamic.

But you simply smile and hum as you nuzzle back into Harry’s embrace.

“There,” Harry smirks, keeping you close. “Better?”

“Better,” you whisper, already drifting off. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“Always,” he whispers back, pressing his mouth to your forehead and keeping it there until you fall asleep.

And it’s better than any dream in the world.

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𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝

❝touch me, yeah, i want you to touch me there; make me feel like i am breathing, feel like i am human.❞

♡ gojo satoru ♡

a/n: since daddy’s home, you know i gotta write for him (yes i know i’m super late, cut me some slack).

a/n (cont.): pssttt, what do we think about a tattoo artist!geto smutfic? ;) lmk in the comments!!

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! <3

content: gojo satoru x fem!reader, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, brief mentions of suicide, smut, fwb to lovers, best friends to lovers, spoilers, not edited.

you don’t remember how all of this started.

was it his hands that went on your body first or your lips crashing onto his? the night where all of this began was nothing more than a haze in your memory. yet, the painful memories were stronger than any of the liquor that you both consumed, haunting you to the very end.

after the death of geto, you and gojo became more paranoid of losing each other. it was already painful enough that shoko has isolated herself to deal with this whole incident on her own, but, gojo couldn’t afford to lose you.

so, to cope and distract each other from all of this madness, you both sought pleasure.

whether that was through the gentle cuddles and caresses that you both swore had non-romantical feelings attached to having intense sex; no strings attached, of course.

“did you get the text from the higher-ups too?” you asked as you settled down the plated breakfast in front of gojo. the snowy white haired man nodded his head before taking a bite of the buttery toast.

“mhm, shibuya.” gojo’s words were slightly muffled as he tried to speak between his chewing. you let out a heavy sigh, playing around with your scrambled eggs.

“what’s wrong?” he asked, trying to get a good look into your eyes in an attempt to read you.

“that place brings back bad memories.” you bluntly responded, resuming to eat your breakfast as both you and gojo were already running late for the meeting. to be fair, it wasn’t your fault.

well, sort of.

you didn’t expect gojo to fuck you until nearly sunrise.

as fun as it is getting pleasured, it certainly is very tiring and draining. especially when having it with someone like gojo, whose stamina and sex drive is so high. long story short, the both of you were deaf to the blaring alarm that rang at eight; which led you both to finally wake up in each other’s arms at ten.

“oh.” gojo simply said, realizing what you meant. it was the last place both you and him last saw geto before he abandoned his old life. he could remember it as clear as day, you were only left with the option of getting on your knees to beg geto to come back.

that was the last conversation that you ever had with geto suguru, and gojo always refused to tell you geto’s last words.

“i just don’t get it. even after all this time, i can’t piece it together.” you balled your hands to fists, gritting your teeth in frustration.

“hm, and what is that?” he asked in curiosity.

“why did suguru leave? it makes no logical sense. i know that whole mission involving riko amanai and toji fushiguro took a toll on him, but, i didn’t notice any major warning signs.” you spoke, making gojo frown as he wasn’t in the mood to talk about his dead best friend this early in the morning.

“who knows?” gojo simply shrugged his shoulders before getting up with his finished plate to wash it. you followed him inside the kitchen, continuing your little ramble.

“hey, satoru. you were much closer to geto than i was, surely you guys shared info that he didn’t share with me maybe ‘cause i was a girl or something? i don’t know.” you tried to egg him further, but gojo was slowly getting irritated by your little pestering about something that was in the past.

“i told you before and i’m gonna tell you this once again, after that whole incident, suguru’s isolation meant that he didn’t speak to me either about anything. he left without a trace.” gojo sternly replied, wiping his hands with a paper towel as he went over to the sofa to sit. you groaned in dismay, not getting the answer you truly wanted from him.

“then who brainwashed him into believing all that nonsense crap he spewed?” you whined, gripping your hair as you were trying to work your brain hard.

“can you just drop it already? no one knows.” gojo snickered, but you didn’t budge.

“do you think he had some past connection with riko or toji?”

“most likely not and if it was something that had to do with toji then i would’ve known since i’m literally raising his son.”

“was it the higher-ups?”

“i don’t know.”

“maybe family problems? love relationships?”

“i don’t know.”

“was it us??”

“i don’t know, y/n! alright? i don’t fucking know, neither do you or anyone else! we’ll never know why suguru left because he’s fucking dead, y/n; and you need to learn how to accept that. so, please for the love of god, can you just drop it?!” gojo yelled, looking at you with a glare as your jaw dropped. he’s never raised his voice at anyone before, especially you.

you felt your blood boil, your face being replaced with an angry scowl.

“i think you’re the one who needs to learn how to accept it, you fucking piece of shit.” you spat, making his eyes narrow.

“what?” he questioned as his tone dropped. you bitterly chuckled before looking at him with sharp eyes.

“don’t act like you’re oblivious, satoru. you’re always running away from your problems and this is one of them. tell me, when was the last time that we both actually sat down and last talked about suguru, hm? not even related to his death, just about him. tell me, when was the last time?” your voice started to become higher as you yearned for answers to all your questions, wishing that you could express how much confusion you were forced to live in.

“...”

“answer me since you know everything, gojo satoru!” you bellowed, shaking him back and forth, only to receive nothing but silence.

“y/n, stop it.” gojo lowly spoke, his eyes not meeting yours.

“why?! i’ll tell you. it’s because all we ever do is have sex. any time that you feel sad or mad you’re at my door because you want to fuck me! am i wrong?! you have sex with me to ignore all your problems and it’s getting out of control, satoru.” you yelled, your body trembling with anger as you were so fed up with everything. you hated how things were, you just wanted your old best friends back.

and you hated these burdensome feelings that threw you in loopholes. these feelings being what you felt towards gojo. you knew that neither of you were mentally stable enough to get into a relationship and you weren’t sure if these romantic feelings were mutual.

so, you played it safe but being casual friends with benefits.

but, this was going to far. now that you look back it, you both were hurting each other more by letting all that grief, anger and sadness bottle inside.

“oh, so now i’m the problem, right? i killed suguru, i caused your fucking depression, i caused myself to become a sad sex addict, everything’s my fault! anything else you’d like to blame me for, y/n?” he accused himself, eyes piercing into your soul as you gasped.

“satoru, i never once blamed you for suguru’s death nor did i say you were the problem! i’m just saying that this is unhealthy, i’m just worried.” you tried to calm down and level with him so that you could tame the heated conversation.

“don’t make me laugh, y/n. i know that deep inside you feel some kind of resentment towards me because i killed suguru. but... you don’t say it ‘cause i’m the only one you have left.” gojo’s voice faltered, his lips thinning as he looked at his feet.

“the hell are you trying to say? that i’m using you? god, you’re so fucking full of shit, satoru!” you were in disbelief, not believeing what your ears were hearing.

“then what the fuck do you want, y/n? you’re so fucking confusing and it’s driving me insane. so, please, tell me what you want!” gojo grabbed a hold of your hands, eyes begging you to put an end to it.

“i need the truth. what was suguru’s last words, satoru?” you asked in a monotone, looking at him with a straight face. gojo’s face fell, your hands slipping away from his as he backed away.

“i already told you, even if it means that i’ll have to die, i cannot say what he told me.” he dismissed your question, making you bite the inside of your cheek.

“ugh! god, i hate you so much! why won’t you tell me?! i deserve to know because by the time i came it was too late! why didn’t you wait for me? you did this on purpose, you fucking jerk!” you continued to throw your harsh words at him, too blinded by your pain and anger to realize the heavy weight of your words.

“are you fucking dumb? he was already in so much pain, do you think i’d wait thirty minutes for you to come while he suffers from his injury? i put him to rest and so should you, y/n. suguru is dead, y/n, it’s time to wake up.” gojo said, his voice emotionless as he had nothing else left to say to you.

“stop treating me like i’m crazy!” tears streamed down your face, your hands going to the nearest item, which was the flower vase before you threw it on the ground; shattering it to pieces.

gojo’s eyes widened, quickly wrapping his arms around you to prevent you from hurting yourself.

“y/n, you are acting like a fucking crazy person! i can’t fucking bring him back to life, okay? so stop, please!” gojo struggled to hold you still, although you were a woman and smaller than him, your strength was very high.

“i hate you, i hate you, i hate you! i fucking hate you, gojo satoru! you took away my best friend, you fucking piece of shit! i wish you died instead!” you sobbed, feeling his body become stiff as his arms loosened around you.

you curled up into a ball on the sofa, feeling gojo’s weight being lifted from the furniture, before you heard the clicking sound of your front door closing.

if only you knew that would’ve been your last time seeing him, perhaps you would’ve done things differently.

maybe you would’ve rushed to the door to stop him from leaving.

but, it was too late and the damage has already been done. you can’t take back those words anymore and you regret it so much.

---

gojo satoru has been sealed for 1189 days.

it seemed that the world was going through the apocalypse. for the past three years things only went downhill in your life. truth be told, you don’t even recognize the person that you’ve become.

you’ve been spiraling down a very dark and twisted path. life just wasn’t the same as it used to be when you were just a stupid and silly teen who attended jujutsu high.

you lost so many people, those who were dear to your heart, people who you grew up with in this cursed world.

you weren’t the same.

there were times where everything just hurt so much, to the point where it felt like you were being suffocated with all your past traumas and regrets. you wanted to end it all for good.

though, even taking your own life wouldn’t have brought you any peace. nonetheless, all your attempts failed as shoko, yuji and megumi kept you under tight patrol.

after seeing your declining mental state, the higher-ups officially put you up for suspension until further notice. it was stupid, no really it was. you tried to go to the main office and kick their old hag asses or even kill them, but megumi and yuji nearly chained you to the bed.

so, here you are now, stuck at home without a clue as to what was going on. yuta and yuji kept you posted as to what was happening, sometimes shoko too. the culling game was taking place, geto is back but you realized that his body was used as a puppet for the curse kenjaku, and now megumi was gone because sukuna found him as use for a new vessel.

it was a lot to take in but as per usual, you chose to run away. the only thing that was helping you keep somewhat sane was sleeping pills, anxiety medications and liquor.

you were hanging on a thin thread.

a heavy sigh left your lips as you exited out of your bathroom after taking a warm shower, making your way over to the couch. you plopped down before your eyes fell on the picture frame where it was gojo feeding you cake on your 17th birthday.

your eyes softened upon seeing the man who you missed so dearly, tears welling in your eyes before a sob escaped your throat. you held the photo close to your chest, wishing that you could turn back time to take back everything that you said.

love is the twisted curse of all.

you heard your door bell ring, making you wipe your tears as you sat up. your eyes glanced at the clock which showed that it was nearly midnight, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

you never had any unannounced visitors at such an hour and your friends already paid you a visit earlier today. surely, if they had forgotten something then they would’ve called. you got up, putting on your slippers before shuffling your way to the front door.

you opened the door and froze in your spot. in shock, a gasp left your mouth as your eyes met the familiar cerulean colored eyes.

“s-satoru?” you stammered out, your voice waivering as your tone was nothing more than a soft whisper. he was wearing an outfit which had a strong resemblance to what toji wore, giving you strong ptsd from that cursed day. your eyes teared up when you noticed how his body was covered in scars, some which were still bleeding, indicating that they are fresh and were made not too long ago.

suddenly, you saw gojo’s wavering before rolling back, his body going limp as it fell forwards. you quickly rushed closer to him, catching his body in your arms.

“satoru?! holy fuck.” your voice was filled with panic, not knowing what to do or who to call at this hour. with all the strength left within you, carefully you tightly grabbed a hold of him before helping him inside your place, locking the door behind you.

with slow and heavy steps, you finally reached the couch where you gently laid him. you sat on the floor, holding his hand as you sobbed, feeling absolutely clueless and useless.

“y../n..” gojo attempted to call out, his voice even lower than a whisper, his chapped lips barely moving. however, he caught your attention as you quickly cupped his cheek.

“i’m here, satoru. i’m here for you, don’t worry.” you quickly assured him, his flesh was a burning temperature under your palms. gojo let out a painful groan, his eyebrows furrowing before he cleared his throat.

“i used all of my reverse curse technique to heal fifty percent of myself. but... i don’t have anymore within me to use.” he spoke in a hoarse voice, breathing heavily as his blood stained your furniture along with your clothes and hands.

“i’ll heal you.” you sternly responded, placing your hand on his chest, only for him to shove your hand away. you gave gojo a puzzled look, not understanding the reason behind his actions.

“i didn’t come here for you to save me. matter of a fact, i don’t wish to be saved.” gojo replied as if he could read your thoughts.

“you’re talking crazy! stop being stupid and let me help you.” you spoke through gritted teeth, once again placing your hand on his chest, but he insisted on being stubborn, grabbing your hand to tightly hold it away from his body.

“you’re right, i should’ve died instead of suguru. perhaps, that would’ve been the case when i fought against toji. i’m paying off my debt, y/n. i... i was selfish and because of my immature arguments with suguru, i resorted to kill him instead of finding another way.” he heaved in between his words, trying his best to explain his thoughts and emotions to you in the most clear and coherant way possible.

“please, satoru, don’t do this! let me help you!” you begged him, trying to slip away from his astonishingly tight grip even at this state. however, the snow haired man simply shook his head.

“i’m sorry, y/n. i was prepared to live my entire life in guilt because i killed him, but, i can’t live my entire life knowing that you hate me.” gojo gave you a pained sad smile, making your heard clench in pain.

you sat on your knees, bringing his hand that was holding yours to your lips to place a tender kiss on his skin.

“i don’t hate you, satoru, i never have and i never will. without you, i am nothing. when you were sealed, i went crazy and nearly killed myself so many times. i’m sorry, i never meant anything i said before, i swear! i was just so angry and hurt that day that i said those in the heat of the moment. please, satoru, come back to me. let me save you, i beg you.” you cried, tears falling on his flesh as the man looked at you with warm eyes. he gave you a small smile before placing your hand on his chest.

your eyes widened after realizing, quickly trying to concetrate hard to heal him. you counted and watched each scar that was engraved and bleeding on his skin disappear, bullets of sweat trickling down your forehead and you softly whimpered in pain. gojo was passed out cold, his body limp as you tried to heal him fast to avoid any alarming damages.

an hour has passed.

you started to feel numb, your body trembling as all your energy was being sucked out of your body. there was just a few more that had to be healed and you decided to shove your own health aside and push through this feeling of agonizing pain.

you can’t lose him for the second time.

another painfully long hour has passed and with heavy lidded eyes, you watched the final scar on his cheek disappear. a contented smile etch onto your lips, but it wasn’t much long after that you felt your vision grow blurry, head lolling forwards before dropping on gojo’s chest as you passed out.

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you stirred in your position, a grimace painted on your face as you tried to open your glued shut eyes. it took you a few seconds to adjust to the lighting of your room, until your vision cleared up and met with the familiar pair of blue eyes staring back into yours.

“hey.” gojo croaked, a small smile tugging on his lips.

“hey.” you copied his words, biting the inside of your cheeks to prevent yourself from bawling your eyes out from how relieved you were that he was alive and breathing in front of you.

there was a moment of silence between you both as he sat up on the couch while you sat on the floor. his eyes were glued on the wall while you stared at your lap, fiddling with your fingers.

it’s been nearly three years since you’ve last seen him from a horrible last encounter, it was pretty awkward.

“you changed your house decor.” he suddenly blurted out, catching your attention.

“nobara thought it looked depressing, so she did whatever she liked.” you shrugged, making him let out a breathy chuckle.

“do you like it?” gojo asked, his eyes now averting to your face, in which you still refused to meet his eyes.

“i don’t really care about it, i had bigger things to care about than some stupid house decor.” you bitterly spat out, making gojo’s lips thin knowing that his follow-up question unintentionally struck a nerve.

“is that so? and what may they be?” he cocked an eyebrow, making you look up at him in disbelief.

“are you seriously asking me that right now?” you scoffed, making gojo cross his arms over his chest before leaning back into the sofa.

“i am.” he confidently responded, making your itch with irritation.

“god, you truly are insufferable.” you sneered, making him roll his eyes.

“and you’re still the same. you’re still hung over his death, aren’t you? it’s been about a decade, y/n. yet, you still haven’t matured. it’s truly pitying.” gojo snickered with faux sympathy, making your jaw drop to the floor.

“he was our friend, satoru! how can you say that?!” you spoke through gritted teeth, making gojo scowl as he rubbed his temples.

“because he’s not the same suguru we were friends with before he died! he died as a villain, a criminal, a mass fucking murder, y/n. stop defending him, you’re making a fool out of yourself.” he harshly spoke, not an ounce of care in his tone as he glared at you.

“it wasn’t his fault. it was ours, satoru. despite being so close with him, we failed him. neither of us caught onto him spiraling down, maybe we could’ve prevented this if we just paid attention more.” your throat burned as every word left your lips, guilt choking you like an enemy as your lips quivered.

“for the love of god, stop spewing shit like that. did you shove those beliefs and ideas down his throat? no. did i shove those beliefs and ideas down his throat? no. why are you destroying yourself over this, y/n?!” gojo yelled, his eyes begging for an answer as you grew quiet.

“i..i-”

“no! there is no ‘i’, y/n. stop defending him! god, it’s always ‘suguru this’ or ‘suguru that’. it’s never satoru! i’m sick and tired of this, do you not care about me? am i not important to you?” he choked out, chewing on his lips as your eyes widened at his sudden words.

“what?” you said, slightly astonished as your voice was as low as a whisper.

“actually, i don’t wanna know. i don’t even know why i came here, my stupid half-dead brain at that time clearly didn’t know any better. anyways, i’ll get going then. goodbye, y/n.” gojo dryly spoke, attempting to stand up and leave without another word. but, before he could do so, you quickly crawled towards him and shoved yourself between his legs, hugging his waist and forcing him to sit back down on the couch.

gojo was frozen on the spot by the sudden embrace, not knowing how to react at all. so, he stayed quiet with his hands to the side as you continued to hug him tight.

“stop putting words in my mouth, satoru. you have no idea how much i suffered on my own when you were sealed. i thought that i’d never see you again. at one point, i was ready to offer kenjaku my soul or beg him to seal me with you. i can’t live without you, satoru.” you shook your head, face buried in his stomach as your tears seeped into the material of his shirt.

you heard him let out a sigh before softly stroking your hair. your body shook in fear, arms squeezing him the slightest as you breathed him in. gojo heard you softly murmuring to yourself, choking on your incoherent words between your sobs.

“come here.” he whispered, making you pull away as you took his invitation of being seated on his lap. without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around his neck while your legs wrapped around his waist. gojo’s arms protectively laced around waist, beautiful clear blue eyes staring into yours.

your chewed on your bottom lip to prevent an ugly sob from leaving your lips, soaking in the sight of him being in front of your after three years. you cupped his face, thumbs caressing his cheeks as he leaned into your touch.

“i’m sorry.” gojo mumbles, holding your hands before bringing it to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

“for?” you asked, slightly confused by his sudden apology.

“for everything that i said three years ago. you were right and i was in denial. it’s just... i’m so scared, y/n.” his voice cracked at the end, noticing how tears pooled in his eyes. you heart bled at the side, pulling his head to your chest as you heard him sniffle.

“i don’t wanna lose you, y/n. i know suguru’s death has been hard on us and i tried to distract us both from it so that we both don’t lose ourselves. but, i never realized how badly it was destroying us both inside. it’s just so hard talking about his death.” with that being said, the world’s strongest sorcerer broke down in your arms. you tried to resist yourself from crying, but, it was as if your tear ducts worked like a damn waterfall.

“i know, satoru, i know. it’s okay, we’ll be okay.” you stroked his hair, kissing the top of his head as you assured him. however, he shook his head before pulling away, looking up at you with a guilty expression.

“i killed him, y/n. i-i... it’s my fault that he’s gone forever. i could’ve brought him back to jujutsu tech and have shoko heal him but i didn’t. i wasn’t thinking straight back then and screwed up! why don’t you hate me, y/n?!” he bellowed, eyes becoming red as he trembled in your embrace, making you sob at his words.

“stop doing that to yourself, satoru. it’s not your fault!” you tried to convince him, needing him to see the truth and finally be pulled out of that pit of self-loathe and blame.

“you don’t have to pretend anymore, y/n. i know that you’re only saying this to not hurt me.” gojo gave you a sad smile, his tears staining his cheeks as you thinned your lips while shaking your head.

“if i was in your place... i would’ve done the same.” you said in a shaky voice, making his eyes widen.

“w-what?” he stuttered out, completely in disbelief.

“suguru lost against yuta, that was inevitable. if he was found by anyone else but us outside of jujutsu tech, he’d be immediately executed by god knows how. i’m pretty sure he’d rather die by the hands of his loved ones than those shitty higher-ups. i know i would.” you wiped away his tears, locking your eyes with his.

“it’s okay, satoru. you’re okay, alright? we’ll be okay.” your voice lulled him back to sanity, a soft kiss being pressed onto his forehead.

“i missed you so much, y/n. every minute that i spent in that prison realm felt so long, like death was a much more favorable option. i felt so alone and miserable, my thoughts consumed me with no mercy. i felt like an insane person.” his voice was low, no longer having the strength to talk as he spoke about his traumatic experience.

“that sounds awful, satoru. i’m glad you came back to me, i missed you so much, too. you were the glue that pieced me back together, when you left... i shattered once again. i’m so sorry for everything that i said to you, i never meant anything! i’m so happy and relieved that you’re alive, i-i don’t know what i’d do if you died. i think i’d go crazy or kill myself. please, don’t ever leave me again.” you begged him, hugging him tight as you cried on his shoulder, feeling him rub your back in a comforting manner.

“i’ll always be here, y/n.” gojo promised, kissing the side of your head. you both spent a few more minutes together in each other’s embrace, mumbling many ‘sorry’s’ and promises. after cooling down, you lifted your head up and looked at him.

you noticed how beat up his condition was, as gojo looked completely drained. his eyes were puffy from the crying and his hair was a mess.

“i’ll run you a bath and then let’s get some takeout.” you suggested with a warm smile, making him hum in response as his eyes lit up.

“thank you.” he reciprocated your smile, kissing your knuckles once more before you got off of his lap and headed into the bathroom.

if there’s one thing that you’d consider as the ‘positive’ side of working as a jujutsu sorcerer was the handsome salary that you received. it allowed you to get a bigger place that had a spacious bathroom which allowed the placement of a huge bathtub alongside a standing shower.

of course, your place wasn’t nearly as big as satoru, but it was what you’d consider luxurious enough for you.

you soon heard footsteps behind you, indicating satoru’s arrival. he ruffled your hair, making your head turn as you looked up at the tall man.

“it’s ready, you could get in.” you wiped your hands with a small towel, about to walk outside of the bathroom to give him some privacy, until you felt him grab your wrists.

“could you please wash my hair?” he requested, his soft tone mixed with his tired expression tugged at your heart strings. so, you nodded your head, locking the bathroom door behind you.

satoru thanked you with a smile, not wasting anymore time as he began to strip in front of you. of course, it’s not like anything that you haven’t seen already. yet, the sight of his naked body after three whole years was enough to set your body on fire as your cheeks burned in embarrassment. you looked to the side, clenching your thighs together.

you knew his body like the back of your hand, memorized every muscle and scar painting his skin. however, you can’t deny the fact that he’s gotten even more buff recently than last you’ve saw him.

gojo didn’t notice your flustered state, hopping inside the warm soapy water as he submerged his body. you heard him let out a sigh in bliss, eyes rolling back as he leaned his back against the tub. you took the small shower head and began to wet his hair, all the while his eyes were strictly on your face.

you tried your best to not pay much mind to him, trying to quickly wash his hair and be on your way to go order food because he was making you so damn flustered. you squeezed some shampoo his head before beginning to gently massage his scalp.

gojo moaned at the satisfying feeling of your nails scratching his scalp, fingers threading through his snowy locks as you bubbled up his hair. you couldn’t help but be content at the sight of him being so relaxed, an unknowing smile etching on your lips.

you washed away the shampoo, his eyes opening before glancing at your lips. gojo would’ve been lying to himself if he said that he wasn’t tempted to kiss you. however, he tried to maintain some form of self-control, especially after what went down.

“okay, all done.” you notified, making him look up at you with appreciative eyes.

“thank you, y/n.” he smiled.

“no problem. you can finish washing up in the shower, i’m gonna fix the towels in the bathroom and then look for some clean clothes for you.” he nodded at your words, standing up as your back was turned to him, now heading inside the shower as he slid the glass door.

you finished folding the small towels in the bathroom along with draining the bath water. you went by the sink, examining yourself as you fixed your hair. not noticing when the glass doors slid open, you felt an arm grab you by the waist before you were being pulled inside the shower.

you let out a yelp before your back was met by the cold wet walls. your breath hitched as gojo towered over your body, arms caging you between them. you gulped at the sudden closeness, your face now wet from the water along with your clothes that were now drenched as well.

“fuck, i tried so hard to resist you. but, when you look at me like that, i just wanna fuck you senseless.” gojo sensually whispered, leaning towards your face before pressing his lips to your jaw. you let out a shaky breath, being able to smell the scent of his shampooed hair along with his body wash that you always kept a spare in your bathrooms, even after he disappeared.

“then do it.” you breathed out, feeling him leave open mouthed kisses all over your jaw until down to your neck. gojo pulled away, taking in the sight of you soaking wet, his hands coming up to your face as his thumb softly dragged along your lower lip.

you teasingly bit his thumb before he experimentally pressed it down on your tongue, making you suck his finger. gojo smirked at your eagerness, looking at you with playful eyes.

“you missed my touch, princess?” he asked, pulling your chin up as he forced your eyes to meet his. god, he looked so fucking hot and it made you so bothered.

“yeah.” you shamelessly admitted, making him chuckle.

“my poor baby, let me make it up to you.” with that behind said, gojo leaned his head down to crash his lips against yours. you wrapped your arms around his neck, running your fingers up and down his nape as you kissed him back. the sweet taste of his soft lips made you moan, feeling his tongue soon enter your mouth.

gojo sucked and licked your tongue, nibbling on your bottom lip as he teasingly pulled back with a bite, you bottom lip between his teeth. you felt his heavy cock resting on your thigh, not even having the moment to gwak at his body.

“need more, ‘toru.” you whined out, heat growing between your thighs as you craved more from his body.

"yeah?" gojo teasingly asked, placing small trails of light kisses down your temple. you felt hypnotized, trying to figure out if it was because of the intoxicating scent of his or the way he was delicately feathering you with his kisses.

"satoru.." you breathed out, feeling suffocated from how much tension there was between the both of you. it was pathetic, how sensitive and responsive your body was to just mere touches.

but who could blame you?

you haven't touched him in three years, not being molded into his body in so long that you forgot how it felt to be this intimate with him.

"what is it, baby? tell me what you want and i'll give it to you." he promised, cerulean eyes now clouded with lust. gojo didn't know how much longer he could last, convinced that if you even just touched him once more, he would cum untouched.

that's how badly he needed you.

"make me feel good. please, i want you to touch me." you begged, looking at him with desperate eyes. satisfied with your answer, he hooked his hands around your thighs, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as your arms wrapped around his neck. gojo turned off the shower before getting out of the bathroom, walking into your room.

the both of you were so incredibly horny for each other that the thought of you both wetting the carpet slipped out of your mind.

"gonna give it to you all, princess. i’m gonna make you mine tonight." gojo seductively responded as he gently threw you on the bed, towering over you.

"so fucking pretty." he muttered under his breath, unable to control himself as he lowered his head, lips ghosting above yours for a brief second before finally capturing them in a very needy kiss.

you cupped his face, pulling him closer to your face as your lips began to move against his with more aggression. gojo sucked on your bottom lip, tongue swiping against the plump flesh.

without hesitation, you opened your mouth as gojo wasted no time to shove his tongue inside, the wet muscle exploring every cavern in your mouth. you moaned into the kiss, loving the feeling of how his spit coated your tongue. your hands found their way into his wet snowy locks, entangling them as you gave his hair small tugs, making the man groan in between the kiss.

he sounded so sexy, making you wetter every second from how hot and heated he got you just from these simple interactions.

feeling the need to breathe as both of your lungs nearly gave out from the lack of oxygen, both you and gojo pulled away from the steamy kiss. panting heavily while a string of saliva connected your lips, the man couldn't help but stare down at you.

your damp hair made the bed sheets wet as you were still in your wet clothes, white t-shirt now becoming transparent and sticking to your body as it revealed your black bra.

the flushed color of your cheeks along with how swollen and red your lips looked from the harsh sucking during the kiss earlier. you looked so gorgeous under him, all riled up just for him. it made his mind spin, just the thought of having you in his hold all to himself while he pounds you senselessly.

only gojo satoru could ever have you like this.

you chewed on your lower lip, your arms now wrapped around his neck as you both stared into each other's eyes. gojo mentally cursed at himself, wanting to attach his lips back onto yours and keep kissing you until both his and your lips go numb.

but he wanted to please you, to listen to whatever you wanted him to do to you. because tonight, gojo satoru wasn’t gonna fuck you, he was gonna make love to you.

"so fucking special to me, y/n. gonna make you feel so good, baby." gojo mumbled onto the wet skin of your neck, kissing down to your collarbones. they were wet kisses, as he took the time to smell and taste you, being greedy with his desire of wanting to have his mind be only consumed by you.

you decided to lessen his work by pulling your wet t-shirt over your head, throwing it on the floor. gojo’s hands reached behind you to unclasp your bra, hooking a finger to quickly remove the annoying fabric that was acting as a barrier to prevent his mouth from attacking the plush mounds of flesh.

"was getting in my way." he snarked, completely speechless as he watched how your tits spilled out, nipples perked up and swollen from being neglected for so long. but not anymore as gojo took one of your nipples in his mouth, suckling on it while his other hand massaged your other tit.

"fuck." you swore under your breath, eyes shut tightly as you felt his fingers toying around with your other nipple. you opened your legs wider, allowing both of your bodies to be as close as possible. you could feel his cock rubbing against your thigh, all hard and throbbing.

"you're so hard, satoru." you commented, bringing a hand down to stroke his throbbing cock, making him choke from the sudden touch.

"all because of you, pretty girl." gojo looked up at you with a grin, placing a teasing kiss on your nipple before kissing down your stomach. they were open mouth kisses, his tongue swiping your skin here and there as he was able to taste the sweetness of whatever lotion you used before getting wet.

"you think i’m pretty?" you looked at him with dreamy eyes, making him pause as he tried to process your words.

"prettiest girl in the whole fucking world, i could just eat you up." he pampered you, tugging on your soaking wet pajama shorts to pull them down along with your panties which were pretty much drenched from the water and your slick, leaving your bare cunt exposed to gojo's full view.

the man was now in between your legs, both of his hands spreading your thighs wide open, refusing to let you close them. he took in a good minute to admire your pretty pussy, puffy folds that were coated with your arousal and your swollen clit that begged for any kind of touch.

god, he missed you so much.

embarrassment began to eat you away as you buried your face in your hands, unable to take in the sight of gojo being completely mesmerized by the sight in front of him.

"y/n, look at me." gojo spoke, voice laced with a stern tone yet you shook your head, declining. he scoffed, peeling away your hands from your red face as you looked at him with wide eyes.

"prop yourself on your elbows, i want you to watch me while i eat your pretty little pussy out. you'll be good for me, won't you?" he innocently asked, yet his eyes were clouded with dark lust, two fingers proding at your folds before he used his middle finger to gently run it down your slit.

you shuddered from his touch, barely able to nod your head as he gave you a half smirk, lowering his head until you could feel his warm breath fanning over your wet cunt. although gojo loved the way your body responded to his praises, he also loved the way your body became twice as responsive when he teased you.

gojo began to kiss your inner thigh, slightly licking the area before placing a soft kiss on the wet skin. your thighs trembled whenever he would get dangerously close to your pussy that was drooling in anticipation for his tongue. but, gojo was determined to play some twists on you for a bit more before giving you what you wanted.

he continued to kiss farther up, lips now at the corner of your folds as you practically begged him to eat you out. he gently nibbled on your skin before peppering soft kisses, making small smooching noises as he continued this sweet torturous action of his for a bit longer.

"stop teasing, satoru." you whimpered, making him chuckle.

he licked a fat strip up your wet cunt, making your eyes roll back as you tried your best to hold your composure. a strained gasp left your mouth, his tongue swiftly gliding between your sopping folds, slurping all of your slick.

gojo moaned into your wet cunt, you tasted so good that he couldn't have enough of you. he felt like a starved man that was finally fed, he pressed his mouth deeper into you, tongue now lapping at your juices as you gripped onto his damp hair.

"f-fuck!" you stuttered out, feeling his tongue circling your throbbing clit, your thighs threatening to just clamp around his head. gojo's grip on splitting your thighs open was pretty firm, but he had no complaint against getting crushed between your thighs because he practically wanted to live there.

curious blue eyes peered up at you through his thick white lashes, making sure that you were watching the beautiful sight of him devouring your pussy. you tried your best to keep your eyes on him, but the intense amount of pleasure he was providing you with made it hard.

you felt a soft stinging pain on the flesh of your thigh, as gojo lightly slapped the skin. it was a warning that you weren't following his words, and you muttered a small 'sorry' before opening your eyes.

"taste so good, i could eat you for hours." he breathed out, taking in the sight of your sloppy folds that were now coated and dripping with both his saliva and your juices. he pressed a soft kiss on your clit, making your body jolt from how sensitive you were at that point.

you were near your orgasming point, feeling a tight knot forming in your stomach. you pushed his head further in, feeling his tongue teasing your hole as you practically squealed from feeling the wet muscle enter.

"oh god—please, satoru! i-i'm gonna cum!" you cried out, chest heaving up and down. the beautiful man continued to tongue-fuck your hole, thumb coming up to brush against your clit as you shook under his hold.

you were seeing stars, gasping for air as your breathing became irregular. you were so close, feeling like you would cum on his tongue any moment.

but, gojo stopped, making you let out a whine as you were on the verge of tears. he raised his head, a playful grin on dancing on his lips in comparison with the frown on your face along with furrowed eyebrows.

"satoru, i was so close!" you sulked with a pout, making him roll his eyes.

"patience, baby. let me take care of you, yeah?" gojo left a tender kiss on your lips as you squirmed under him.

his fingers rubbed your hips up and down, while his lips began to kiss down you neck. your eyes fluttered close. a hand moved up to grope your tits, giving your nipples a soft pinch which made you let out a gasp.

"please.. i wanna cum, i need it so bad. please make me cum, satoru." you leaned your head back against the mattress, desperate eyes looking up at the gorgeous man. he gave you a soft smile before leaning his head down to place a kiss on your lips.

"i never said that i wouldn't, baby." gojo continued, big hands giving your thighs a small squeeze before parting them open.

you wanted to cry from the constant teasing and edging, it was becoming too much and you needed a release.

gojo’s long fingers lightly ran up and down your wet slit, before he spread your folds open with his index and middle finger. his free hand came up to grab your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

"look at me while i make you cum." he ordered, looking down with stern eyes which made you nod because you're ready to do anything as long as you could cum.

he started off by rubbing your clit slowly, making your eyes roll back as you tried so hard to keep your eyes on his. the whole sight was so pornographic, your legs wide open while his fingers were playing with your dripping cunt.

gojo's fingers began to move much faster now, your slick coating the pads of his fingers which was caressing your swollen nub. your thighs trembled as you felt like you were on a high rush, breathing becoming more faster and that's when he suddenly entered two fingers inside your wet hole.

"satoru!" you screamed out his name, a satisfied smirk stretching across his pretty lips. he began to thrust his fingers in and out of you at a fast pace, determined to make you cum because you deserved it.

“right here, baby? hm?” he whispered, making you shudder as you nodded deliriously.

your walls were clenching around his thick fingers, as he moved them in a scissoring manner. the squelching sounds of your pussy was like music to his ears as he watched how your cunt dripped with your juices that were now covering his whole hand and your inner thigh as well.

"wait! it's too much, i can't!" you cried out, tears forming in your eyes as you held onto his wrist, trying to halt his movements of thrusting his digits into your pussy. the feeling of your previously ruined orgasm along with this new one combined created an overwhelmingly large wave of pleasure.

"you can do it, baby. cum for me." gojo encouraged, the hand that was on your jaw now coming down to open your thighs that were wrapped around the hand that had his fingers deep into your cunt. he then continued to plunge his fingers inside you, his other hand playing with your tits to increase the stimulation of your pleasure.

he craned his head down before taking your nipple in his mouth, lightly nipping and bitting it while his fingers continued to stroke your velvety walls. soft fingers pinching your clit before rubbing the swollen bud as well.

you were frantically moaning and crying, gasping for air. he hit your g-spot and you began to cream on his fingers, your cum running down his fingers as he continued to finger fuck it back inside you.

"what a good girl you are, y/n." he praised, pulling his wet fingers out before smearing your juices all over your messy cunt. but, he made sure to bring those same fingers up to his mouth before sucking on them, groaning from your sweet taste.

"i-i.. holy shit." you were at a loss for words, all your energy drained out from the powerful orgasm you just had from his fingers and tongue.

with the remaining energy that you had left in your body as gojo seemed to suck that away as well, you wrapped yourself around him before rolling over, now hovering above his body. gojo’s eyes widened in surpise from your sudden dominance, but he had no time to protest as you crashed your lips onto his.

you sucked on his bottom lips before giving it a gentle bite, making him groan before opening his mouth as you slid your tongue inside. one of your hands trailed down his neck, all the way to his well-built abs that you brushed your fingers against.

gojo let out a whimper, your touch felt like a fire has been set off his flesh as he was burning in pure ecstacy. he felt your lips grazing on his neck before leaving open-mouthed kisses on his collarbones as you moved down to his nipples.

"y/n.." he breathed out as he felt your lips latch onto his nipple, taking it between your teeth before you gave it a soft kiss. your hand crept down, grabbing a hold of his thick and heavy cock.

gojo swore under his breath, closing his eyes as you began to stroke his throbbing cock. it was huge, heavy and the tip was leaking with precum. your thumb began to gently caress his tip, smearing his precum as you continued to pump his cock a couple of times.

he buried his face in the crook of your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he peppered kisses on the side of your face.

"feels good?" you asked but your voice was low like a whisper as the man nodded. he loved the feeling of your soft palms, that were undeniably smaller than his own hands, wrapped around his huge cock. your movements were just as teasing as his, shifting the pace from fast to slow just like how he did when fingering your pussy.

"so good, baby. but, i don't think i could wait any longer. i need to be inside you soon or else i'll go insane." he admitted, as he looked up at you with begging eyes, his face flushed red and sweaty. his shaky hands pulled your head down for another needy and wet kiss.

"fuck me, pretty boy." you moaned onto his lips, feeling the tip of his cock rubbing against your folds, occasionally nudging your clit as he continued to do that a few times, getting his cock nicely lubed up with your slick.

he carefully caressed your head, flipping you both over so that he was now on top of you, letting you lay on the bed.

"try to relax, okay?" gojo softly spoke, his cock aligned with your hole. you nodded, hugging him as you tried holding him closer to you because not only did he act with you as delicately as possible but he was just so comforting in general.

he felt so warm and soft.

you felt him push his tip inside and already a stinging pain hit you, closing your eyes shut as you let out a groan. he was barely able to push in the fat mushroom tip of his lengthy cock. tears pricked your eyes, forgetting how big he was. gojo deciding to pause to give you some time to adjust to him again.

little by little, he managed to push about half of his cock inside your tight cunt. your fingers dug into the duvet, taking deep breaths.

the man groaned from pleasure, feeling suffocated as your walls clamped onto his cock like no tomorrow. gojo felt like he could cum right then and there, your walls felt so soft and warm.

"shit." you breathed out, tears rolling down your eyes and he looked down at you in concern. he asked you if you wanted him to pull out but you quickly said no, firm on your decision that you just needed a minute to get used to it.

"tell me when you're ready, okay?" gojo carefully assured, catching your lips once again with his. a hand went to your clit as he began to stroke the twitching nub while you moaned into his mouth, distracted away from the pain of having half of his cock lodged into your wet cunt.

experimentally, he lightly began to buck his hips forwards while simultaneously rubbing your clit. you whimpered under him, eyes peering up to his before giving him half-lidded eyes.

"k-keep moving." you managed to tell him and that was the only thing he needed to hear before he pulled back out and entered his full length in one go, bottoming out. he began to thrust his full cock into your wet pussy. the squelching and wet noises of his balls that were now coated with your slick hitting against your ass filled the room.

gojo continued to drive his hips into yours, skin slapping against yours as his hands now grabbed onto your waist to increase his pace. he watched your tits move up and down due to the force of his movements, leaning down to suck and bite on your nipples.

your legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in place as your hands went to his hair, running through his messy white hair. his cock perfectly molded into your pussy, you were made for him. your legs began to shake, feeling his cock rubbing against your g-spot, the ridges of the veins of his cock deliciously caressing your wet walls.

countless number of moans were exiting out of both of your mouths, a single droplet of sweat trickling down the side of his forehead as you watched his face with adoration.

he was so adorable yet sexy at the same time. the way his eyebrows were furrowed together as he tried to loosen up your cunt that was forcing your walls to hug his cock too tight. but you eventually were able to relax, allowing gojo to bury his hard aching cock deep into your pussy as his thrusts remained sharp.

“s-satoru, f-fuck... feels so good!” you moaned out, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss filled with tongue and teeth.

you felt the familiar build up in your lower abdomen, body trembling under him as he was able to sense that you were close.

"you wanna cum, baby?" gojo asked, placing soft and tender kisses on your lips as you were too focused on the feeling of his cock pistoning into your hole. you hummed in response, begging him to not stop.

"cum for me, y/n, please." he pleaded as he continued to thrust into you deeply, tip brushing against your cervix as you began to crumble in his hold. gojo’s hand grabbed yours before pinning it next to your head, intertwining his long fingers with yours.

"fuck! i'm cumming-" you choked out, your eyes screwing shut as your body shuddered under him while you creamed around his cock. gojo felt your walls being welcomed with your warm cum, a ring of white forming at the base of his cock as he continued to fuck your through your own orgasm, chasing his high.

"fuck! gonna cum, god, i love you so much! love you so much, y/n!" he cried out, his hips slamming into yours as his movements became more sloppy, thick wads of cum painting your walls as you whimpered from the feeling of it.

the warm liquid filling your hole as he was in so much pleasure, not able to stop moving his cock inside your walls that were now coated with both his and your cum. gojo buried his face in the crook of your neck, placing small kisses and love bites on your shoulder as his hair tickled your face.

he carefully collapsed his body on top of yours, making sure to not put his full weight on you. the both of you tried to calm down from your highs, irregular breathing filled the room as a moment of silence graced the room.

one hand stroked his hair while the other stroked his back, your legs still clamped around his narrow waist. gojo finally raised his head to look at you, a half-lidded smile dancing on his lips.

“hey, princess.” that stupid nickname that always made you fold had butterflies swarm in your stomach once again.

“hi, ‘toru.” you giggled at his playfulness, making a breathy laugh escape his lips as he kissed the tip of your nose.

“let’s clean up before we both catch a cold.” gojo said, sitting up before pulling his cock out, making you wince from the lack of contact. he watched your hole pulsate, his cum spilling out as he gwaked at the sight.

“you literally came your entire life’s worth inside me tonight.” you joked, making a blush creep up to his cheeks.

“sorry, i couldn’t control myself.” he bashfully admitted, making you chuckle.

both you and gojo cleaned up each other, finding dry clothes to wear before gojo helped you change the wet sheets into new ones. the feeling of fatigue washed over the both of you, dinner completely slipping out of your minds.

you and gojo now were in bed together, you laying on his chest as his arm was wrapped around your waist. you listened to his heartbeat, counting them as you vividly remembered praying to god that you could hear it again.

“i meant it, y/n.” gojo suddenly blurted out of the blue, making you hum in confusion.

“what do you mean?” you asked, now looking up at him as he peered down at you.

“i love you.” he confessed, making your heart skip a beat. you hugged his chest tighter, burying your face in his neck.

“i love you too, satoru.” you smiled against his skin, pressing soft kisses on that sensitive area, making him giggle at the ticklish feeling. you rolled on top of him, straddling his waist as gojo held you.

you both stayed like that for a while, until a heavy sigh left his lips. your eyebrows pinched together, looking at him with a puzzled look.

“you wanna know suguru’s last words?” his words made your eyes widen, your head lifting as you looked at him with a shocked expression.

“huh?” you were speechless at his sudden offer.

“his last words was for me to tell you that he was in love with you, y/n. i didn’t wanna tell you because i was selfish towards my own feelings for you.” gojo looked to the side, shame washing over him as he couldn’t bear to meet your eyes.

you could sense his guilt, but, you didn’t have the heart to punish him.

you cupped his face, turning his head to face you. a warm smile was plastered on your lips, eyes softening as you looked at him with nothing but love and adoration.

“satoru, it has always been you who made my heart flutter. whether you told me this three years ago, ten years ago or even later in the future; it would’ve never changed the fact that i love you and only you.” your voice was gentle and your words were tender, making his heart race.

“y/n.. fuck, i love you so much.” he chewed on his lower lips, tears forming in his eyes as he pulled you down closer to his body. you stroked his hair before wiping his tears away, leaning down to pepper his face with many kisses.

the world was cruel, but when you’re in the arms of the strongest sorcerer, it no longer felt that painful.

after all, within every touch and every kiss, you made gojo satoru feel like he was breathing; like he was human again.

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INTO THE WOODS

TITLE: INTO THE WOODS | part of the INFERNO event

PAIRING: werewolf!johnny x werewolf!yangyang x werewolf!jeno x werewolf!jaehyun x werewolf!kun x fem!human!oc/reader

GENRE: smut, werewolves/abo*, halloween themed * they are alphas but there are not abo dynamics since the mc is human

SUMMARY: ‘don’t go in the woods, past the first two rows of trees.’ It’s a simple rule, planted in every kid’s mind in the village since they are born. Nobody knows why, but nobody dares to question why. But pride leads to do dangerous things and what’s supposed to be a silly bet to prove something, gets you lost a bit too far into the scary forest. And those who seem to be polite strangers turn out to be something they’re not.

WARNINGS: smut; dubcon (monsterfucking, light fear play, aphrodisiac saliva), monster fucking (= monster c*cks and bodies* and unrealistic sex), unprotected sex, sixsome, oral sex (f&m), marking, biting, degradation, minor impact play (slapping and chocking), manhandling, rough sex, slight animalist behaviours here and there (mostly within each other), big size difference, spitroasting, knotting, mean!kun (he hates human, rip), in general some dark content. * they're not fully transformed, though

WORD COUNT: 11.604k

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Growing up in that small village she learnt that there was only one rule to follow: don’t go in the woods past the first two rows of trees. And honestly, unless it was really necessary, avoid going in the wood at all.

And she always listened, she never had a reason to disobey and get further into the dark woods and risk dangerous meetings. Her grandmother and the other old ladies of the village warned the kids from a young age, telling them stories about unknown beings that lived in the deepest heart of the forest. Scary tales about men never coming back from the hunt, innocent ladies being found dead at the edges after disappearing for days, and kids being unable to sleep for months after meeting the eyes of those creepy beings.

So she always kept her distance from it, even if she lived near the borders and never really felt scared of that vastness of trees.

She also wasn’t the type to let her friends’ remarks get into her head, but when Donghyuck didn’t stop mocking her for not going with them past the second row, she felt something inside of her rise.

“You can’t seriously believe some monsters live there, you think two rows of trees would be enough to scare them?” He had said, laughing at her mad face when he and their other friends, Jaemin and Renjun, came back from the forest.

She huffed, rolling her eyes. “I don’t believe in those stories,” she replied, “but I follow the rules. You could’ve got hurt,” she added, checking that nothing happened to them. But Donghyuck simply rolled his eyes before grabbing his backpack and starting to walk away.

“You’re a scaredy cat, honey. But that won’t stop us from being your friends,” he joked, waving at her as the other two followed. “See you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, bye,” she greeted, grabbing her things too and walking back home.

But for the whole way back home, walking right across the river that separated the wood and the village, she couldn’t help but wonder about what lived there. It couldn’t have been anything bigger than some deers or hares, right? And the woods seemed so quiet, how could they possibly be as terrible as her nanna told her when she was a kid? Why were the villagers so terrified of them?

So curiosity got the best of her, and at the nearest bridge, she crossed, making sure nobody was around to see her break the rules. When she found herself in front of the first row, she gulped. The sounds surrounding her weren’t creepy at all, she could hear birds chirping, the creaks of some insects and the water flowing behind her.

She took a deep breath as she started to walk past the permitted zone and then whispered to herself ‘Just a little bit, but don’t get too deep. Just to prove Donghyuck you’re brave.’

But she soon lost track of time, and before she could realize it, the night had fallen, turning the woods into the stereotypical scary place they were in the tales the ladies of the village told. And the more she tried to find the way back home, the more lost she felt. She was sure she had followed a quiet traced path before, but now she couldn’t find anything of that kind anymore and she felt like she was spinning in circles.

Panic started to creep in when the sky turned darker and the air around her got colder and every sound rang scarier in her ears.

When she felt something behind her, the only thing she could do was run. She had no idea where she was going, or if she was putting herself into more trouble, but she kept running. Fast as the wind blew on her face and made her force her eyes to fight to stay open.

And she kept going for what felt like ages for her, she could feel her heart race in her chest and her lungs were struggling to keep up with the fast speed she was forcing her body to move, and all of a sudden it became too much, but right when she felt like giving up and falling on the floor to meet her destiny…

“Oh,” a voice said when her scared, small frame impacted against his broad chest, “what do we have here?”

Her eyes widened and her mouth opened to let out the loudest scream of her life that was in vain; nobody was going to hear her here, in the pulsing heart of the forest. And the yell didn’t scare the figure in front of her at all, instead, it caused him to laugh.

“Scared?”

She gulped and then started walking backwards only to be trapped by another figure. And at that point, she felt tears stream down her cheeks, but the man in front of her was swift at leaning down and cupping her face, gently.

“No, shh, don’t cry. Are you lost?” He asked, his voice low but almost reassuring.

She nodded, not able to let out a single sound. As she desperately tried to look for a way out. But the more she looked around the more it seemed there wasn’t a way out there. Trees all around her. Trees that were all the same. She was going insane.

“Guess you need a place to stay for the night. It gets quite cold here, we were just coming back from the hunt,” he said, giving a quick glance to the man that was still behind her, not even blocking her anymore since fear had frozen her on the spot. “Should we take her home, Yangyang?”

The man, well, boy, behind her smirked and then replied, “It’s not polite to leave a nice lady like her out here.”

The other wet his lip and then said, “Mind following us?”

She hesitated, looking around again, trying to grasp onto anything that could’ve made her run away from there and go back home, but there was nothing. She had been looking all evening for that, and it only seemed like she made it worst by going too deep into the woods.

“If you’ve never been in the woods, you don’t know how to move in them. Trust us, it can get dangerous at night out here, especially for people that don’t know how to recognize beasts.”

“I just… I want to go home.”

“We know. We’ll take you home tomorrow as soon as the sun comes up. Right, Yang?”

“Yes, the walk back to the village is long and impossible to follow right now.”

She nodded, mindlessly… they didn’t seem bad, they were trying to help her, and also if they were there, it meant that whatever lived in the woods that the eldest talked so much about wasn’t real, or anyway, they probably knew what it was and knew how to defend themselves from it. Nobody survives the woods. And yet, they were there.

So she nodded and grabbed the man’s hand, silently following them.

The walk in the forest was silent, and even if it looked like they knew exactly what they were doing, she couldn’t help but jump at the slightest of sounds. Owls hooting, branches creaking, wind whistling. Everything frightened her.

She had no idea how long it took to get to their small cabin but it felt like ages, and when they passed the door, the sensation didn’t dim.

“We’re back from the hunt,” the taller man shouted as soon as they opened the door of the wooden house and she stilled on the spot once again. It wasn’t just them?

A man peeked out of what she guessed to be the kitchen and his eyes moved from his friends to her, an unsettling smirk on his face.

“Brought dinner?” He asked, eyes still boring holes in her.

“Yeah, hunted a hare,” the youngest replied, lifting up the animal in his hand. She didn’t even notice he had been carrying it the whole time.

The other man huffed, “Just that, really? We also have a guest.”

“Go out and hunt yourself, Jaehyun,” the tallest man replied. “Let’s see if you can catch something sweeter.” And in his tone there was something that made her think that he probably wasn’t talking about the animal, but her…

“You look stressed.” Lost in her thoughts she didn’t realize she was alone in the room with the other man. Jaehyun? Was that his name?

“I… I just need to sleep,” she replied, gulping and feeling her heart pump hard in her chest. He was walking around her in circles, studying her every detail and from so up close she felt a weirder sensation creep into her bone. He was tall and broad, just like the other man she had first spoken to. They probably were way too big but she simply didn’t notice that before in the dark, but now, in the dim, warm lights of the house, she could pay attention to the small details.

“Sleep? Really?” His laugh was deep, almost mocking and her only reaction was to cross her arms on her chest and stare at him that now came to a stop in front of her. “The night is still young.”

“But I’m tired,” she mumbled, looking around, once again trying to find a way out. All of a sudden this didn’t seem like a good option.

“Did you run here?” Another voice spoke from behind her and she turned around to see another man. He looked a bit younger than the other two, she would’ve guessed he was around Yangyang’s age. He had black hair that fell messily on his forehead and was tall and fit, muscled arms peeking out of his white shirt. And she was so lost in the sight of his body that she didn’t realize how close he had walked to her. “Ran straight into the wolf trap?”

When her eyes widened and her breath faltered, he laughed loudly, throwing his head back. “I’m kidding, kitten. Don’t be so scared, we won’t eat you. Well, unless you want to,” he smirked, wetting his lips and suddenly she felt embarrassment take over fear.

“I’m Jeno, by the way,” he greeted, smiling at her, an oddly reassuring smile that made his eyes turn into half-moons. She simply nodded, not giving him her name, brain so hazed she didn’t even remember it anymore.

“Are you okay, kitten?” The other one asked. “Want to sit on the couch?”

She nodded, grabbing his forearm and letting him guide her to the sofa. Right when she was about to speak and ask once again to just have a bed to sleep, the door slammed open making her yelp and move closer to Jeno that smirked and rested a hand on her shaking thigh. Oh, it was going to be fun.

“Who’s she?”

“I… I’m — I,” she stopped when the man’s stern gaze got even more intense, and he huffed.

“Great, can’t even put two words together,” he mocked, getting rid of his heavy coat and leather boots. “What is she doing here?”

The men at her side shrugged and pointed at the door next to the room. “We didn’t bring her here.”

“We brought her here, Kun,” the tallest man explained coming out of the room with Yangyang behind him. “She was all alone in the scary woods. You don’t want such a pretty doll to be all alone out there, right?”

She felt her face heat up at the name but didn’t dare to say a word. Her eyes instead wandered to Kun that was now staring at her, eyes running on her frame, making her shiver.

“I can… I don’t want to bother,” she whispered but the man ignored her and walked around the couch, and stood in front of her.

“What were you doing in the woods in the first place? Don’t you know it’s against the rules?”

She gulped and shifted back until her back met the couch. “I didn’t mean to.”

Kun scoffed and then leaned down, lifting her chin with two fingers. “I thought at the village they planted this idea into your human stupid brains since you’re born.”

She furrowed… what did he mean by that? “I —”

“Shh,” he said, moving his finger to rest it right on her lips. “I can’t blame you, though,” he said, letting go of her face and taking a step back to walk to the fireplace that was burning and add more wood from the heavy bag that he carried on his shoulder, before leaving it next to it. “They never explain why you can’t go in the woods.”

“I was scared,” she replied, trying to defend herself but that answer made all of them laugh.

“You were scared and ran into the woods? Wow, so Kun’s right when he says that you humans are dumb.”

“Hu-humans?” She mumbled, looking around. What were they talking about? Weren’t they just like her?

“Still didn’t click?” Jaehyun asked, resting a hand on her covered thigh.

“I… I don’t,” she started saying but the words got stuck in her dry throat.

“Guess I’ll have to show you the hard way,” he replied, and before she could say anything she felt a sharp pain as the skin of her thigh was being pierced, white dress staining with the dark red of her blood. His nails weren’t normal nails now, they looked like claws and felt just the same.

She looked up at him, speechless, she couldn’t even scream from the pain, she was just petrified. He didn’t even dig that deep, but the sting and the sharp cut were enough to cause pain.

“No, don’t cry, kitten,” he cooed, lifting his blood-stained hand to caress the skin of her tears-streaked face.

“We won’t hurt you,” Jeno whispered against her ears, hands wrapped around her waist, feeling her shake. “If you behave.”

Her eyes scanned the room, trying to look at the others for reassurance but something inside all of them shifted. Their gazes were more intense, their eyes were of a brown that seemed closer to red or yellow and, unless she was going crazy, she could swear she could smell their changed scents, stronger, sweeter.

“I didn’t mean to, I didn’t mean to find you. I swear I was trying to go home and got lost. There was somebody following me, I was scared,” she stammered. She truly didn’t walk in the woods trying to find out why it was forbidden. It was a mistake; she didn’t want to reveal their true nature.

Kun smiled, kneeling to stare at her, big hand tracing the scarred thigh. “We don’t really care why you’re here. But since you are, we might as well have some fun.”

“You know,” the tallest man said, standing in front of her, brushing her hair back. “Nobody ever comes to pay us a visit. It gets so lonely here.”

“Yeah, Johnny’s right,” Jeno replied. “We’re all alone because of that dumb rule your people decided to establish.”

She gulped. “I’m… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Jaehyun said. “You decided to betray them.”

“I didn’t. I’m not supposed to be here,” she said, finding the last drop of sanity to stand up and get out of there. But her attempt was all in vain when Jeno pulled her back down against the couch and his lips crashed against hers, hand cupping her face, holding her in place tight, strong body not letting her go. And it strangely felt good. There was something almost intoxicating in his lips and the way they moved on hers. Nobody ever kissed her like that.

“It’s dangerous outside,” he cooed against her lips. “We don’t want you to meet bad people.”

“Oh, c’mon,” Yangyang whispered behind her, lips brushing against her right cheek. “Don’t tell me you’d rather be outside and not here with us.”

“I don’t know you and you… you…are” she hesitated, terrified of saying the wrong words; Jeno’s hand was still around her chin and it would’ve taken him nothing to sink the claws into her neck and kill her.

“Monsters?” Kun finished for her, moving Jeno’s and Yangyang away from her, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back, forcing her to stay still and look at him.

“N-no, no, just… strong. You’re stronger than me,” she cried, tears starting to flow on her face as fear took over. But no feeling of pity sparked in his heart. Kun knew exactly what the tales in town told about them. He knew how they were pictured. And as much as some things might’ve been true, some others weren’t.

“Are you afraid, little thing?” Fuck calling her ‘kitten’, humans were humans, disgusting, selfish things and he couldn’t stand them. And yes, she was beautiful and probably she truly had no idea what was going on, but he knew she was disgusted by them anyway.

“I’m… I won’t tell anybody.”

Johnny snickered. “You think the eldests don’t know about us?”

She looked at him with a confused expression.

“Oh, you want to go back and tell your little friends?”

“No!” She screamed. “I won’t. I promise, just let me go.”

“It’s dangerous outside,” Jaehyun repeated, fingers tracing the skin of her legs. “And if something bad happens to you, it’s over for us.”

“We don’t want to hurt you,” Yangyang remarked, taking advantage of Kun forcing her head back to lick a stripe on her neck. Her eyes closed and her breath faltered for a moment, why did it feel good? No. She couldn’t give in. They weren’t human. They were werewolves and for all she knew they could’ve killed her with a snap of the finger. They were bad. Her grandma always told her when she was little. Monstrous creatures are not trustable.

Her eyes snapped open again and she tried to push Kun off of her but with no success.

“You’re not going out of here, tonight. We’re not letting you get hurt.”

“I won’t, I know what I’m doing.”

Kun scoffed. “You’re human. You’re fucking dumb and get hurt with the smallest things, and we won’t let this be our fucking responsibility,” he growled, making her freeze on the spot. But her body betrayed her when her thighs clasped hard against each other. His growl triggering a feral reaction inside her.

“Fucking pathetic,” Kun muttered, looking at her closed legs. “You humans get off over the weirdest things.”

“I don’t… I’m not. I don’t like this.”

“Not even this?” Yangyang asked, kissing her neck again and she had to fight hard with herself to don’t moan when his sharp teeth grazed her skin.

“N-no…” she replied, but her voice was close to a whimper, and she could feel her panties getting wetter. They were bigger and stronger. They could’ve done anything to her. Then why she felt excitement rise?

“Starting to loosen up, finally?” Johnny said without getting closer to her, and she almost wished he was the one so near her body. But instead, she was pressed between Jeno and Jaehyun while Kun still hovered over her and kept her face still. And the teasing smirk on Yangyang’s face that she could feel wasn’t helping at all. Probably he was the one that scared her the most, he seemed so nice, way too nice for being a monster.

“What do you want from me?” She dared to ask, eyes drifting on the others in the room and chest panting hard, in fear, in arousal, she had no idea anymore at this point.

The same teasing smirk curled Jaehyun’s lips, “Isn’t it clear already, darling?” He mocked, fingers brushing next to Kun’s as he tilted her head toward him. “A taste.”

She felt her head spinning while she blinked repeatedly. “Are you going to kill me?”

Jeno snickered, “And what’s the fun in that?”

“Well, I don’t know, I don’t think like a…” she stopped immediately, and her eyes drifted up at Kun that was sternly staring at her.

“Right, because you are superior to every other species,” he scoffed, not even being mad at her. He didn’t need it. He just needed to prove a point, and his point was going to be proven soon.

“No, I meant —”

“Just shut up,” he groaned back at her. “Shut the fuck up.”

She stilled once again, terrified of him.

“Good, so you can listen when you want to,” he huffed, running a hand in his hair and taking a step back, briefly looking outside of the window. It was going to be a fucking long night and he just wanted it to be over as soon as possible. If the others craved to have some kind of fun with human beings, he despised them, and nothing could’ve made him change his mind.

“I —”

His stern gaze glaring back at her stopped her once again. “Did I say you could talk?” She shook her head, shrinking back into the couch and averting his gaze. “Well. And now listen clearly. You have to spend the night here, we won’t get in trouble because of you. And when the sun comes up again, you’re going back home without saying a single fucking word about what happened here tonight, got it?”

She nodded, lips pursed together and feet nervously tapping on the ground.

“And stop doing that,” he said, pointing at them. “You’re getting on my nerves.”

She immediately stopped, but still felt shaken. What did she even do to him? She had all the right to be scared of them, they weren’t humans, and it wasn’t even a bad thing, it was their nature. And she knew nothing about it, she knew nothing about them.

“And see what you have to do with her. One more scratch on her body and I’ll kill you before anybody else can,” he warned the others before disappearing somewhere, probably in another room of the cabin, she had no idea.

“I just,” she started saying but Jeno’s lips were already on hers, again. Her hand raised in the air to try to push him away, but they soon gave up and rested against his broad chest. Pecs flexing as he moved closer to her.

“You talk too much, that’s humans’ biggest problem,” he said after pulling away from her. “Just let things happen.”

“I never —”

“Shh,” Yangyang shut her up, sharp teeth grazing her neck once again. “He just told you to don’t fight it, why are you doing it?” An answer crossed her mind, but she had no time to speak that his lips were on hers. His kiss was messier than Jeno’s, it was playful, and he nibbled her lower lip a lot. When he pulled away, he was giggling lowly. “See, it wasn’t so hard to kiss me back.”

And then another pair of lips were on hers, this time more adventurous as Jaehyun’s tongue passed her lips and when he pulled away he had her lower lip trapped between his teeth, pulling hard before letting go with a smirk.

Johnny was next, after attentively looking at the scene in front of him he leaned down and cupped her face with his big hand. Lips so good she felt he was sucking her soul away. And at that thought she realized once again what was happening. No. She couldn’t give in. They were werewolves, and not one, but four. Four big alphas against her. And as much as curiosity pushed her closer to the danger, again, her rationality was making her realize that there was no way she was going to be able to walk back home, or worst, survive the night.

“Hear me clearly, the night is long, so long. And as much as we would all love to have fun, I need to hear it from you. Do you want to spend the night or go to sleep?” Johnny asked, signalling the others to stop touching her with a stern glare, he needed her to be lucid right now.

“I don’t do these things,” she gasped, shaking her head to scroll far away the dumbest part of her that wanted to give this a try. “I don’t, I never. I couldn’t take it.”

Johnny raised a brow. “So you want to but are afraid?” He asked to make sure.

“I do,” she replied faster than imagined, “but I don’t think it’s a wise thing. I don’t think I could take it.”

He hummed, smiling at her, “You’ve never done that, you can’t know. Why don’t we prove it?”

She shook her head and tried to stand up, but Johnny swiftly pushed her down again. “I said, why don’t we prove it?”

She gulped. “You’re going to… fuck,” she cursed just imagining what a night with them could’ve meant.

“Destroy you?” Jaehyun whispered against her ear, fingers brushing the skin of her arm where the sleeve of the dress rolled up.

She hummed lowly, slowly shaking her head.

“Oh, no,” Jeno purred against her other ear, shifting in his place, moving closer to her. “We’ll be gentle with you, right, guys? Also, you heard Kun, even if we wanted to, we can’t even mark you too much.”

“A shame, by the way,” Johnny added. “That’s my favourite part.”

“Or maybe we could leave you some memories that this night happened in places where nobody looks at,” Jaehyun taunted.

“Yeah, so when you go back, they’ll remind you, and only you, that you’re not crazy.”

“You — you’ll let me back?”

“Be a good girl tonight and you’ll be home before midday,” Johnny promised, reaching a hand for her to take. “But if you don’t want to, the door to your room for the night is open and you'll get home tomorrow anyway. It’s up to you.”

She hesitantly looked up at him and then shook his hand. Having no idea that was like signing a path with the devil. “I want to try and I’ll... I’ll be good.”

“I love it when you listen,” Johnny smirked, lowering to get closer to her. “I hope you’ll be a good girl for the whole night… because it’s going to be a very long, long night,” he whispered, lips brushing against her cheek and big hand cupping the flesh of her thigh, right where Jaehyun had cut her. She closed her eyes, almost as if he was commending her, guiding her body just with his touch, or thoughts, she had no idea, and she hoped they didn’t have any special powers, that they couldn’t read her mind and see how excited she was getting over this.

But they didn’t need to read her mind when her body was singing to them.

“Are you going to be good for us?” Jeno asked, pushing her hair back and letting his fingers wander on her neck down to her collarbone, loosening the strings that intertwined on her chest.

She nodded, forcing her eyes open to try to stay grounded. Somehow her head was already spinning and they had barely touched her.

“Answer,” he ordered, forcing her to look at him by cupping her face and turning it around, not so gently anymore.

“Y-yes, I’ll be good.”

“Good girl,” he cooed, leaning close to her to kiss her again. And while Jeno kept her busy with his lips, she couldn’t understand much of what was going on around her; sounds of clothes meeting the ground, hands running on her legs, other lips wetting the skin of her body.

“You’re so fucking greedy, Jeno,” Jaehyun huffed, trying to break their kiss and successfully doing so when they had to part to catch their breath.

Johnny giggled when Jeno rolled his eyes but wasted no time pushing the sleeve of her dress down. “We have all night,” he said, kneeling on the ground and forcing her legs open, eliciting a gasp from her, muffled by Jaehyun’s hungry lips. “And she’s promised she was going to take everything we have to offer, right?”

When the man pulled away she nodded, chest already panting hardly just by the way Jeno and Yangyang’s hands cupped her boobs completely. And just now she was able to get a glimpse of how big they were and how their bodies weren’t so human-like at all, the clothes hiding their broad shoulders and defined back and abs and well… their enormous cocks. And it was just two out of four since Jeno was still dressed and Yangyang was behind her.

“Should I take this off?” Johnny asked, already rolling up her blood-stained white dress. “Or would you rather if I tore it apart?” He smirked, tilting his head to the side, sly smirk curling his face when she yelped at his words and started shaking her head. It was so funny to see humans’ reactions every time they reminded them how strong they were. But it was even funnier to see that fear wasn’t enough to push her away. He could smell her arousal since he walked back into the room, so sweet and intoxicating. And now it was just stronger. He didn’t need to take a peek to see that her panties were drenched.

“You don’t want me to ruin your dress? But it’s already dirty. It’s better to get rid of it, maybe we’ll give you something prettier to wear tomorrow,” he pointed out and she only moaned when Yangyang sank his teeth in the exposed flesh of her breast.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Johnny shrugged and with one swift movement tore the fabric in two. She froze at the sound of the fabric being pulled apart and at the effortlessness that it took him to do it.

“Don’t worry, I won’t be so harsh with you,” he reassured before doing the same with her soaked panties. “Well, unless you want me to.”

“I want to eat her out,” Yangyang’s voice rang next to her ear before Johnny could bend down on her wet core and she looked up to stare at him. He looked so out of place there, she couldn’t understand him. Something about him was too nice and that made him even scarier. And her doubts started to make more sense when he kneeled between her legs and, after spreading them apart, pulled out a long tongue and his lips twitched in a smirk.

“Surprised?” Jaehyun asked, now taking Yangyang’s old place and torturing her neck with tickling kisses and bites. “He’s the only one that has this gift,” he snickered lowly, placing a hand on her knees to keep her in place.

Yangyang winked at her still-shocked expression and then completely leaned in, licking a long stripe of her wet pussy. He hummed loudly and gutturally at the taste and then whispered, “So fucking good. I could smell you from there.”

She felt her face burn and had to close her eyes due to the embarrassment, they could fucking scent her. In no way she could hide what she was feeling, she was so exposed.

Jeno snickered against her ear and then whispered, “Don’t worry, kitten. You smell good, the sweetest cunt we ever had.”

Her eyes widened and she was tempted to ask just how often they did that, but Yangyang’s tongue started moving on her and it left her no chance but to concentrate on it and what he was doing.

“Wh-why do I feel like this?” She mumbled, already feeling so close.

“Sensitive?” Johnny asked, raising a brow and she nodded, letting her head fall behind, the rest of the body frozen at their manage.

“I told you it was a gift for you,” Jaehyun said.

She tried hard to hold back the moans but Yangyang was too good at what he was doing. She never had many experiences in her life, but she could swear on her life she never felt so sensitive. She had no idea if it was the texture of his tongue, or the way he knew exactly how to move it on her, or the excitement that came with his big claws keeping her legs spread apart and his eyes staring at her intensely. She couldn’t look away, she was drawn to and enchanted by him.

And the first orgasm rippled through her easily, probably didn’t even take him two minutes to make her come.

But when she thought that at least he was over, his thick long tongue slipped past her wet walls, fucking in and out of her while the tip curled inside perfectly.

She let her head hang back, mind going hazy with every passing second and she almost didn’t even register the mocking laughs of the others.

“Is it too much, kitten?” Jeno asked, and she could barely feel his fingers playing with her hard nipples; mind completely focused on Yangyang. “You promised, remember?”

She nodded, mouth falling open to let out loud and lewd moans when the tongue speed got incredibly fast.

“This is just the start, pretty girl,” Johnny added, staring at the scene while licking his lips. It was always funny to see how easily they fell apart into Yangyang’s little tricks, well, when nature gives you a gift, it would be a shame not to use it for others. “You have to let him stretch you good if you don’t want it to hurt later.”

She gulped, remembering once again that the night had just started and there was no way on earth her body could take them.

Yangyang wanted to praise her for how good she felt, pussy clenching hard around his wet muscle and sweet juices dripping down his chin, but he had no intention of pulling out of her. He surely had aphrodisiac saliva, but she was just as addictive.

“He’s good, isn’t he?” She heard Jaehyun say, hand wrapping around her neck and claws grazing her neck, enough to make her snap her eyes open but not enough to cut. He didn’t want to make her bleed, not again.

“Y-yes,” she breathed out with a string of voice. “ ‘s so good.” And her words made Yangyang twirl his tongue in a way that sent her over the edge again. She felt boneless and yet, somehow, needy for more. It was good, but it wasn’t enough. And a new strange confidence wanted her to prove she could take them.

Yet, when Yangyang was done with her, she was so lost in the pleasure that she didn’t even realize Kun was leaning against the doorframe and was staring at the scene. He had tried to ignore her, but fuck, her moans sounded like a haunting melody. And when he came out of his room and saw her there, legs spread on the couch with Yangyang’s head between them, eyes closed, head thrown back and mouth open, he knew he just couldn’t go back inside as if nothing happened. As if a stupid human being didn’t just get him rock hard.

“A little bit unfair to let him go first, don’t you think so?”

Johnny chuckled. “She didn’t need him to loosen up, she promised she’ll be good, right pretty girl?”

She mindlessly nodded, with no strength to even pay attention to the fact that now also Kun was in the room.

“You like easy games,” he replied, moving a big furred armchair closer to the couch to stare at the scene. He wasn’t going to take part in it, but he wanted to watch her fall apart.

Johnny snickered and then walked close to her as Yangyang got up and moved to her face to kiss her; a wet and sloppy kiss, before winking at her and walking away to sit in front of her.

“Now, are you ready for the big thing, pretty?”

Her eyes darted up to meet Johnny’s gaze, an oddly reassuring small smile plastered on his face. “Want more,” she replied, brain completely shut down she knew she couldn’t put together more words even if she wanted to. Her mouth was almost watering at the sight of his big cock, pulsing and veiny.

“I want her first,” Jeno said before swiftly getting up and getting rid of his clothes too. Her eyes wandered on his body and she felt more wetness pool down her thighs, immediately closing them, but Johnny pushed them open again.

“No, no, pretty girl, let him see how badly you want him.”

Jeno smirked, before reaching her. “Can I be the first?” He asked, somehow managing to hide the urge behind his voice. He needed to fuck her. He just couldn’t take it any longer.

As soon as she nodded Jeno grabbed her and tossed her against the couch seats, body trapped underneath his, legs pushed up, close to her chest, a feeble pain on her right thigh where the cuts still hurt a little.

She held her breath when Jeno’s tip brushed against her slit, smearing her cum and his pre-cum and slowly trying to make its way in. It was big, bigger than anything else she had ever taken before, and she couldn’t find any rational way how was going to fit. But he was going to make it fit.

Jeno was tempted to just go all the way in and make her take it, but he truly wanted to have fun with her. He wanted to watch his cock stretch her open, thick girth slipping further into her wet cunt desperately trying to fit him all in. Walls opening up to welcome him because she needed him.

Jeno’s gaze drifted from their bodies to her face, head lolled back, eyes squeezed shut and mouth gritted as she tried to fight the pressure he was putting her under. But even like this, with some sweat pearling her forehead and tears starting to stream down her face again, she looked absolutely breathtaking. The prettiest human he had ever seen.

“Big,” she mouthed, voice barely coming out.

“I know, kitten. I know,” he cooed, brushing her hair out of her face and finally bottoming inside of her completely. “But you can take it. You’ll be so fucking full once we’re done with you.”

She mumbled something incoherent and Jeno started thrusting into her, not waiting any longer for her to get used to him. Because no matter how much he tried, he was a monster for fuck’s sake, he couldn’t control himself. And he was used to omegas being made for this, not humans, so full of themselves and yet so fragile.

Yet, after the first discomfort, she started relaxing and her moans got loud again. Probably it was whatever Yangyang put on her while going down before, or maybe it simply was the way Jeno was thrusting into her. Big cock hitting her hard and right, bulge already visible in her tummy.

Oh, it felt like he was going to split her in half but somehow, the more he fucked into her, the better it got.

“It’s good, right, kitten? You like that? Big cock stretching you open.”

“Y-yes,” she moaned, whole body being yanked back and forth with his every move.

“Fuck, you’re sucking me inside,” he groaned, feeling her getting tighter with every stroke. “Want more? Want it harder?”

She didn’t answer, mind too far gone to formulate a sentence, but moaned and when her hips rolled up so gracefully to meet him halfway, Jeno lost it, the animal inside him took over. One hand grabbed her wrists pushing them over her head, pinning her down onto the couch, and the other wrapped around her waist and held her down. Sharp nails grazing the soft flesh not caring if he was going to leave a scar. He wanted to make it clear he had been there anyway. He wanted to haunt her following nights, his hands, mouth, cock, and voice the only things she could think about.

“Please… please, fuck,” she mewled, uselessly trying to struggle underneath him as the pleasure became overwhelming. She felt so weak in his arm, broad body caging her, shielding her from other hungry eyes that wanted to watch but could only hear, the sound of their skin slapping together, the lewd sounds of her wetness squelching every time he penetrated her, her pretty moans and his grunts.

Jeno was possessive, he didn’t like to share, he wanted to own. And he needed to make sure she was going to remember him and be already completely gone when she was going to be passed to the others.

“Scream my name, kitten,” he whispered against her ear, teeth nibbling at her lobe making her clench hard. “Let them know who’s making you feel good.”

She opened her mouth to talk but getting a word out was harder than expected. “You, fuck, you’re so good, Jeno,” she forced the words past her lips, and felt him smirk against her skin.

“Again, kitten,” he ordered, sharp fangs grazing the flesh of her boobs. “Louder.”

“Je-jeno,” she moaned, digging her nail in the palm of her hands, trying to buck her hips and find the release but he kept her still in place.

“I’m not letting you go. Stay there,” he growled with a harder thrust that made her yelp. He was hitting places she had no idea she had and if a part of her wondered how it wasn’t painful and how she wasn’t already split in half, the other just took it and whimpered at his mercy.

“Jeno, please, please.”

“Gonna take my knot, kitten?”

“Don’t knot her up,” before she could answer, Kun chimed in. There was no way she could’ve taken a knot already, and strangely enough, he was enjoying the show. He didn’t want this to stop or see her pass out, not so soon at least.

Jeno groaned in anger and then threw his head back. But he ignored the comment and leaned down again to kiss her messily, hands holding her so tight he surely left marks around the wrists and waist. If he couldn’t knot her, he was going to make sure to leave his sign in some other way.

“Jeno, ple-please,” she mumbled, slightly parting her eyes to look at the alpha on top of her, big luminous yellow eyes staring at her. “Need you.”

He smirked, “Need my cum? Need to be filled to the brim?”

She nodded, tears spilling down her face as she could feel the knot in her stomach get incredibly tight, she was so close and it felt so intense she was sure she never felt something like this before, and she wasn’t so sure she could take it.

“Then take it, kitten. You’ve been so good,” he growled, knowing he just couldn’t last longer. Pussy too good, sucking his big dick inside.

“Fuck,” he moaned, voice low and thrusts getting even harder as the orgasm pierced through the both of them together.

She screamed when the pleasure washed over her, so strong she felt close to passing out and completely powerless while Jeno kept thrusting into her to ride their orgasms and make sure all of his cum was deep into her womb.

He sighed, pulling out when he could feel his knot start to grow. How badly he just wanted to grow even more inside of her and stick all the cum inside but he knew better than to disobey Kun.

So as he got up, after kissing her one last time, huffing and trying to catch his breath, she laid there, panting heavily and feeling every muscle in her body ache.

But she had no time to try to gain sanity that Jaehyun was already on top of her.

“Hi, darling,” he purred, pushing back her sweat-soaked hair and caressing her burning wet cheeks. “He made you cry? Was it so good?”

She nodded, barely registering what he was saying. Already feeling her body beg for help. She might’ve miscalculated how hard it was going to be to take them all.

“Oh, poor human. You look so pretty like this, though.” He caressed her face and then swiftly turned her around, face smashed against the couch and ass up in the air in full display. He pulled her cheeks apart, white cum spilling in a blob from her swollen cunt. “So, so pretty.”

Her watery eyes were barely open and stared at her right, where the others were staring at the scene. Her eyes swiftly drifted up to Kun, he was the only one still fully clothed and he seemed to be so unaffected by the scene and she almost wanted to talk to him, to beg him to look at her like the others were. But she couldn’t read him, and before she could dwell too much on it, Jaehyun’s fat tip pressed against her entrance. Unlike Jeno, he didn’t hesitate to push past and immediately bottom in, stretch so good she let her mouth hang open and her nails dig in the fabric under her.

“So fucking tight, fuck,” he moaned through gritted teeth, hands placing around her waist to support her limp body up.

His thrusts were fast even though she could feel him go completely out before slamming back inside. Her brain went dizzy with every animalistic sound he let out and the other grunts that filled the room. She felt drool slip out of her mouth but she couldn’t care much about the mess she was making when it felt just too good.

“Fuck, ‘s so good,” she slurred, toes curling when his claws pressed against the skin of her waist and his body kept slamming against hers.

“Pathetic thing,” Kun mocked, wetting his lips as he watched how well she was taking so much. “You’re taking it a little too well for somebody that has never done this before.”

His stern and cold tone made her squirm under Jaehyun that was still restlessly moving into her.

“Maybe you humans are good at something,” he snickered, unzipping his pants, fat cock finally being freed, throbbing hard and leaking cum at the sight in front of him. She moaned at the sight and the smirk that bloomed on Kun’s face made her face burn up.

“Do you want this?” He asked, big hand wrapping around his length. “Want this cock?”

She nodded shamelessly, half face still smashed against the couch and mouth drooling at the view and pleasure.

“How shameless,” Kun scoffed. “All these cocks, and you still want one more, still want mine.”

She mewled something, a whine, or a beg, she didn’t even know what she wanted, she just knew that she wanted more, whatever they could give her.

“Trust me, you wouldn’t be able to take it,” he simply replied, lazily pumping himself, watching her wasted state.

She wanted to complain again, but Jaehyun’s groan and slap on her ass cheek made her pay attention to him once again.

“How disrespectful,” Jaehyun said, “I’m fucking you so good and you focus on somebody else. He was so mean to you, why do you want him?”

She mumbled a senseless reply and the werewolf pounding into her slapped her ass again.

“You like it when they’re mean with you? Is this how you let the other boys in town treat you?”

She shook her head rapidly, sobs coming out louder.

“Oh no, I think you want it hard. Want to be pushed to the limit?”

“Don’t do anything dumb, Jae,” Johnny warned this time. “We still have to fuck her and if you make her pass out I promise you won’t see the light of the day.”

Jaehyun huffed and rolled his eyes before grabbing her hair and pulling her behind, back arching up and hands planting on the couch to stand up. “Don’t worry, she won’t break.” He leaned closer to her and then whispered, “You won’t because you promised you were going to take it and I don’t like being let down, got it?” He almost growled in her ear, pussy clenching harder around him and cum dripping out more.

“Y-yes, ‘ll be good… pro-promise,” she mewled, but wasn’t expecting what came after. Jaehyun chuckled and then pulled out of her, but before she could whine at the loss, he grabbed her again and lifted her from the couch. Standing in the middle of the living room he effortlessly eased her on his cock and after quickly smirking at her, he started fucking her up and down, hands wrapped around her fragile frame to hold her up and make her bounce on his dick.

“Fuck,” she cried, feeling him so deep into her belly in this new position that he was taking her breath away.

“You like that, don’t you? Them silly humans can’t fuck you like this. Pick you up and turn you around however they want to.”

“N-no,” she replied weakly, hands wrapping around his broad shoulders, suddenly realizing even more how small she was compared to him, well, them. She let her head fall behind as he kept moving her up and down his dick, feeling him so deep inside she felt like she was going to be broken in two.

“Look at me,” he ordered, hand cupping her chin and forcing her face to stay straight and stare into his yellow-brown eyes. The way he was staring at her tempted her to roll her eyes back and moan louder but she didn’t, she knew better than disobeying him, he didn’t like it, she had to be good. So instead her nails dug into his broad back, not even making him flinch, doing nothing compared to what he had done to her before.

“Please,” she moaned, feeling like she couldn’t take it anymore. She needed to come again, she needed to feel another load inside.

A snarl ripped through his throat when she squeezed incredibly tight and he could only still inside of her, balls deep stuck in her as he released while holding her up, feeling her walls pulse around him. Pulling out before he could knot her almost felt like a fucking punishment for how good she felt.

Her legs gave up from wrapping around him and he held her up on his shoulder, limp like a ragdoll, cum spilling down on her thighs, legs and to the floor.

“Who wants her?”

“Me,” Yangyang said, signalling him to let her sit on his lap.

“Twice?”

“I didn’t fuck her, please,” he whined, glaring at the older alpha. Jaehyun grinned at his desperation and then turned her around, left one last kiss on her lips and then sat her down on Yangyang’s lap.

“Finally,” the younger moaned. “Hi,” he said, moving his hand to her ass. “Have you ever been fucked here?” He asked, fingers playing with her sensitive rim.

She shook her head, whispering a broken ‘no’ and squeezing her eyes when his fingers pushed past her rim after collecting a lot of cum that spilled between her legs.

“Well, guess it’s going to be a first time, then,” he winked, successfully inserting two fingers inside.

“You’re big,” she whined at the intrusion. “You’ll hurt me.”

“No, if you relax and listen to me.”

“But I —”

“You’ve been listening to them all night so you will listen to me, too, right, pup?”

“Pup,” Kun snickered, scratching his chin as he looked away for a moment to avoid her eyes that immediately snapped toward him as soon as he spoke.

Why was she so damn attracted to him? Why was she craving his attention when she had four other wolves on her?

And it was clear they weren’t enjoying the way it took him nothing to have her attention. In fact, in a second Yangyang’s tongue was tapping against her lips, and his free hand forced her head to turn around again. If he had to play dirty, he was going to do it right. And it took nothing for her to fall apart, muddy at his mercy as he kept kissing her and swiftly pulled out his fingers to replace them with his dick.

She almost didn’t even notice, or well, didn’t feel the pain she was expecting to feel. But why was it so easy with him? Why Yangyang always felt so good, almost unrealistically good?

As much as she wanted to know, she couldn’t care to think about it, not now. Pleasure overflowing as the alpha didn’t stop kissing her and started thrusting up into her.

“Do you like it, kitten?” He asked, staring at her face; eyes closed, mouth open and tears streaming down her cheeks.

She nodded swiftly, not able to let out any word. She could feel him in all her body, everywhere. It was like he was owning her completely, mind totally clouded by pleasure.

“Fuck, ‘f course you do,” he groaned, nails digging into her skin as he tried so fucking hard to don’t let his claws come out and sink into her skin. “Are you sure you’ve never been fucked here? You’re taking me so well.”

She shook her head, biting her lower lip to suppress the pathetic moans from leaving her mouth so shamelessly.

“Pft, can’t even say a word.” Kun’s voice grabbed her attention once again, head snapping toward him, and eyes looking at him.

Yangyang growled, “Stop getting in the way,” he glared down at the older werewolf. “If you think you can do better just fuck her yourself.”

Kun grinned, wetting his lower lip and whispered, “Maybe.”

But before his word could be registered, Yangyang was once again forcing her to kiss him. Tongue twirling around hers and reaching the back of her throat making her gag, without stopping fucking into her.

Her hands wrapped around his broad shoulders as she tried to keep herself steady when his speed became incredibly fast and she felt like she could pass out. It was too much. Muscles aching, mind gone, throat dry from all the moans that slipped out of her.

“Please,” she breathed out with a string of voice, trying to keep her eyes open and look at the creature in front of her. Feeling the familiar sensation in the pit of her stomach once again.

And her pleading eyes and wasted expression were what he needed to let go, “Fuck — I’m gonna come,” the alpha under her warned before realising into her and making her come too.

“Fuck,” Yangyang moaned, rolling his head back, slowing his thrusts, still holding her from the waist.

She collapsed on top of him, trying to steady her breath but soon after, somebody was lifting her up. She whined but was shushed immediately.

“Shh, kitten, let me have some fun, too,” Johnny whispered against her ear before laying her down on the couch once again. “I was the one that saved you after all,” he smirked, moving her hair out of her face, gently caressing her wet cheek.

“I can’t,” she wept.

“Oh, you can, pretty girl,” he cooed, sitting on the couch. “Come here, on your knees in front of me.”

Her eyes drifted around the room before she hardly moved her body right where he wanted her. Her toes curled when she looked up and Johnny was looking down at her. He was big and she felt so small, even more now that she felt like a boneless being.

“It would be a shame don’t use that pretty mouth of yours.”

Her eyes widened… he didn’t want to…

“What? Scared? Don’t tell me you’ve never done that before?” He teased, wrapping his hand around his cock to pump it slowly, precum rolling down his thick length.

“Don’t make us think it was a night full of first times,” Jeno chimed in, walking closer to them because he wanted to watch her. It was always fun seeing them trying to do their best to take Johnny in and, most of the time, fail.

She gulped, briefly looking at him and then going back at Johnny’s cock. Well, it was a night full of first. And it was a night nobody was going to hear about. She disobeyed running into the woods, and then fucked with the very creatures that terrified her people, she surely wasn’t going to let out a single word about this.

Her attention was brought back there when Johnny tapped against her lips and she could only open her mouth and try to take it. But she could already feel the corner of her mouth burn at the size of his tip.

“Shh, kitten, you’re doing great, see,” he purred, slowly entering her mouth. “Keep your eyes on me.”

She did as told, even if the smirk on the other’s faces that now surrounded her made her frown. He wasn’t going to be gentle, right?

And as expected, the gentleness lasted just until his cock reached the back of her throat, and then his hands were in her hair and he got up, mercilessly fucking into her mouth.

Her whines were completely muffled by his strong strokes and the tears falling swiftly on her face didn’t stop him at all. Instead, the sight made him groan louder and tighten the hold on her hair.

“You’re doing good,” he praised, voice soft and caring, keen contrast between his moves. “Relax, kitten.”

She tried to, jaw slacking as she welcomed him in.

But then something happened, an exchange of gazes, and whispered things she couldn’t hear behind the sound of her gagging and spitting around his cock. Johnny pulled out, making her gasp and then swiftly yanked her up, making her sit on the couch on her knees, face staring at the backrest where Johnny was standing behind.

“What are you —” She had no time to finish that another pair of hands were on her. She turned around and Kun was standing behind her, now completely naked too.

“Kun?”

“Shut up,” he ordered, cupping her chin and forcing her against his chest. “I don’t want to hear any complaints from you, got it? Can you be good and take it?”

She hummed swiftly in his hold and he squeezed harder around her face. “And answer me, I don’t like dumb bitches unlike them.”

“Y-yes, alpha,” she mumbled, feeling excitement and fear creep together. She was smashed between the two biggest werewolves and none of the two seemed to have a little bit of mercy in their bones.

“See,” he said, talking to the other three that were staring at the scene with their hands wrapped at the base of their cocks. “You can make her talk if you know how.”

They rolled their eyes but didn’t say a word and before she could realize it, Johnny was again prodding at her lips, dick easily sliding into her warm mouth.

“Look at the fucking mess you made,” Kun mocked, collecting the cum that dripped, and was still dripping, on her legs.

She let out a strangled cry when he pushed two fingers into her and then pulled out, making more cum drool.

“Is this what you do in your small town? Let boys take turns with you? Fill you up as if that’s your only purpose in life?”

She shook her head for what she could, considering the way Johnny kept moving into her mouth.

“No?” Kun scoffed, shaking his head, hands still running over the soft flesh of her ass. “Because humans are not enough, right? You ran all the way here because you wanted this. Ignoring the rules because you wanted to be fucked by monsters.”

She cried a ‘no’ when the other alpha pulled out of her mouth, spit and cum dripping down her chin.

“No? You humans are so reckless. Think we’re the only creatures in the wood? You were so lucky you found us.”

She had no time to reply that she was getting filled by both ends. Kun’s cock filling her in one single stroke making her silently cry out around Johnny, hole burning up at the nth penetration of the night, bulging veins rubbing her walls and tip reaching her cervix.

“Always want so much, you need to be adventurous, brave, but you’re just dumb,” he laughed against her ear. “And since you wanted this so badly, let’s see if you can take it. If you can take the real thing.” There was a reason if he avoided fucking with humans, his seeping hatred not giving them a way out, and as much as he hated them, he usually was also kind enough to keep his distance, but with her, it felt nearly impossible. No hesitation crying and moaning that she could take it all, only to be proven wrong at the first orgasm.

She closed her eyes and fought against everything to don’t bite down on Johnny as Kun started thrusting into her at an inhuman speed. She could feel her lungs burn, trying to let out sounds that were locked in by Johnny’s size. Kun was bigger than the others and all of a sudden she regretted how badly she wanted him before, because no matter how good it felt, she knew she was going to fail to take him, there was just no way she could last longer.

“Are you crying?” He cooed with a mocking tone, wiping the tears that were spilling fast from her eyes. “Afraid you’re going to break? Not so sure you can do this anymore, right? Always so good at throwing the rock and then hiding the hand.”

She wanted to bite back, tell him she could take it, but she wasn’t so sure anymore as she felt her body get weaker with every passing second. Maybe it was the flow of hair getting restricted by Johnny, or the way Kun was pounding into her, or the five — if she remembered correctly — orgasms she had before, or the way she could feel the other three bore holes into her skin and the slick sounds of their hands on themselves.

When Johnny pulled out to let her breathe, she coughed and looked back at Kun. “I’m close,” she whispered, shivering when his eyes looked up at her, drifting from where their bodies met.

“Again? Pathetic little thing. I barely touched you.”

She whined again, letting her face fall against the backrest but Johnny’s hand forced her up again.

“Come on, pretty, keep sucking me,” he ordered, but this time he didn’t start moving, he simply let her do all the job. Her cheeks hollowed around his length and her eyes tried to stay open to look at him. But trying to suck him properly was hard when she felt like she had zero control over her body and when another alpha twice her size was railing her with no mercy.

“Make me come and I’ll leave you all alone with him — fuck,” Johnny groaned when her tongue licked his slit. “Do you want to be left with Kun?”

She shook her head, and felt her heart skip a beat at the thought. He hated her.

Another one scoffed, probably Jaehyun and then said, “Now you don’t want him? Acting as if you didn’t keep begging for him while we were fucking you.”

She looked at him, an apologetic look on her face and then felt another orgasm rip through her. Long and exhausting since the werewolf behind her never slowed down. Probably she even came twice in a row but she had no idea.

“So pretty for us,” Johnny praised, cupping her chin and starting to pick up a rhythm again. He needed to come and get this shit done, he had been on the edge for the whole night. And so his hand quickly moved down and wrapped around her throat making her almost gasp when he closed it around it and she felt the air completely block out.

“Shh, just like this,” he moaned, rolling his head back and then looking back at her, and her eyes full of fear were the last thing he needed to send him over the edge. His cum spilled down her throat and her chin and boobs as she coughed trying to breathe again. “So, so good, kitten,” he purred, kneeling to her level and wiping the mess on her lips before kissing her.

“Good? Coming like this, like a pathetic little thing, and you think she’s good,” Kun mocked, slapping her ass cheek, pussy clenching around him harder.

“I’ve been good,” she cried and he yanked her by her hair and said. “did I say you could fucking talk? Especially talk back to me?”

She shook her head and mumbled, “no, no, alpha.”

“Then keep your mouth closed and don’t you dare test me.”

She nodded and rolled her head back on his shoulder as he didn’t let her go, but kept her body up against him. Cock slamming into her perfectly, sending her close to the edge once again.

“Please,” she cried out, feeling her stomach curl and her thighs shake.

Kun smirked. “Hold it in, human. Don’t you dare come.”

Her eyes snapped open, and she slightly turned around to look at him. She wanted to retort but he had warned her and at this point, she knew she wasn’t going to be able to take any kind of punishment. So she kept staring at him, trying to distract herself from the pleasure, trying to look for any sign of flaw on his beautiful face and she couldn’t help but wonder how could a monster be so fucking attractive. When her eyes fell on his lips they curled into a smirk.

“Want me to kiss you like they did?” He mocked harshly, bringing her back to reality. “Want me to praise you? Uh? Maybe you should fuck with humans like you if you want sweet things. Remember what I am, princess.”

She let out an angry moan and then gasped when his hand wrapped around her throat and his claws crazed her skin. Her heart jumped in her throat but a loud laugh rolled out of his mouth when her walls tightened around him.

“You like this more than you want to show, human.”

“Don’t — don’t call me that,” she mewled, and his claws dug enough to make some blood spill out of her.

“That’s what you are, that’s your nature. Human, fragile, nature,” he growled. “You know how easily I could kill you right now?”

She felt blood freeze in her vein. She knew it damn well. Had been aware of the fact the whole night, but none of the others seemed capable of actually doing something to her. Him, on the other hand…

“You — you won’t,” she cried, hating her body for the pleasure she was feeling with every single one of his thrusts even right now that he was playing with the thin string of her life.

“No, you’re right, I won’t,” he whispered against her ear. “But I could, and I want you to always keep in mind how inferior you humans are. Got it?”

“Y-yes, alpha.”

“Good,” he smiled, licking a stripe on her neck. “Can you take my knot?” He asked and her eyes snapped open again.

“I – I,” she stuttered.

“My bad,” he added and for a moment she thought he realized how impossible that was. “You will take my knot like a good brainless human and then tomorrow we’ll bring you back and you won’t say a single word about tonight, got it?”

She nodded and mumbled a faint yes, by now not even caring anymore. She needed to come. And a dark side of her brain craved to be knotted up by him. They had already pushed her way past her limits, so how hard could that be?

“Good, then take it,” he groaned, letting go of her neck but still holding her close. Orgasm exploding for the both of them, but this time he didn’t pull out like the others did shortly after they came, he stayed there, balls deep into her, letting his knot grow.

Her body fell limp forward when he started growing and the stretch felt unbearable to take. But Kun held her by her waist as his head laid against her shoulder and low grunts left his lips. “Fuck — so fucking good,” he whispered, lazily moving his hips in circles pressed against her ass to make sure every drop of his seed was inside of her.

And if it wasn’t for his body covering her, some cum of the others would’ve landed on her tired-out body.

They stayed there for what felt like hours to her but when he pulled out, she had no more strength to say or do anything, body aching, holes gaping, chest panting and eyes dried out of all the tears.

She could feel arms lift her up, what she imagined to be a wet cloth pass between her legs and on her body, maybe even some faded praises but she was too far gone to be aware of what was going on around her.

“She’s nice, you can’t lie,” Johnny chuckled, staring at her sleeping figure on his bed. The others went to their rooms and they were left alone with her, a big white shirt covering her sore body as she slept peacefully curled up on herself.

Kun rolled his eyes, running a hand in his hair, and swiftly looked at her, thinking of before, how easy it had been to ease her into that, how naïve she truly was. A smirk curled up his lips, “Maybe we should keep her.”

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Sorry for the mini-essay but I think people massively underestimate how much hard work and dedication goes into a Passion Project. People think that creators who make free content, who do their work as a hobby and not as a job, must only get enjoyment out of it.

That’s not how it works. Doing it purely because you want to doesn’t automatically make the more challenging, frustrating, or (gasps) TIME CONSUMING parts of the project any less burdensome. If anything, it makes it worse because you aren’t being paid for all of that labor. You’re just doing it for the sake of doing it, and as rewarding as it can be, it can also be demanding.

Im finally publishing a fanfic for the first time and don’t get me wrong, it’s been great to get feedback on my work and interact with a community. I love that there are usernames and profile pictures I can actually identify because they’re regulars on my work.

But does that mean I don’t have to constantly redo work because I don’t like how it turned out? No. Does that mean I always update on time? No. Never get burnout? No. I still very much go through all of the things paid writers do, because the Creative Process is difficult and demanding no matter what they paycheck is or isn’t.

And all of that is just if you guys WERE missing updates, which you’re NOT. So like… these complaints are not only very entitled and ignorant, but also just confusing. People really just be mad for the sake of being mad, I guess?

Anyways yeah, free content creators are still content creators, and passion-driven hard work is still hard work. You two are cranking out absolutely STUNNING visuals, compelling characters and engaging worldbuilding every single week and that’s amazing. Thank you for your hard work and I’m sorry about the twerps that don’t appreciate it enough!

Ah the price we pay for being human and having a brain, amirite haha

It's to be expected, to a certain point, that people simply don't understand that things like comics and cartoons take time. General impatience is something that can be ignored. If people asking for updates bothered us, we wouldn't post anywhere ever haha You gotta have at least SOME backbone if you want to do a comic. Or anything really.

Comics are a TON of work, and I knew this going in cuz I've done shorter comics before. It is not to be treated as if its easy. (Well, its easier than animating a whole series by yourself LOL) There's a lot of pre-comic planning that people don't tell you about. And that's just the stuff you have to do before you even start drawing. Of course this only applies to long-form storytelling, there's different rules for different kinds of comics.

And I won't even get into what it takes to making the comic itself, there's a lot of parts that need to be considered like formatting, time-management, what shortcuts you have to take to save on labor, and getting across as much information as you can in a short amount of time, while using mostly visuals. It's a skill, so it can be learned haha

A lot of doing comics is on-the-job training. Which I know can be frustrating for perfectionists, but from a reader's perspective, part of the joy of webcomics is seeing how far the art has come. And you can't exactly get out a webcomic if you keep redoing things over and over. You'll burn yourself out even faster. This is why it's important to have a plan lol it just makes it easier to adjust if you have to change things, than if you have no plan at all.

Even if RJ and I for whatever reason no longer felt passionate about this story, and wanted to move on to something else entirely, we wouldn't leave everyone hanging. We'd tell everyone what happens one way or another. Because too many people just abandon a story just to tell another one, and that's not fair to people who were here to read a story that appealed to them.

But the entitlement of people sucks, the constant heckling, the fact we can't moderate our own comment section, and more importantly Webtoons just sucks as a site anyway. - Cat

#ask #ask us stuff #cat answers #general comic stuff

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padawanlost · 6 months

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Is it normal for Star Wars novels to contradict each other sometimes? How do the writers stop many inconsistencies from happening?

Yes! But why it happens depends on a lot of things like “what’s canon (to you)?”

Unlike most franchises, Star Wars doesn’t have an quick and easy answer for what is canon and what’s not. I’ve wrote a little about this here, if you’re interested.

But the gist is: over the last 40 years, a lot of different people wrote a lot of different things so inconsistencies are simply a fact of life. Here’s a example: when was Anakin Skywalker knighted?

Before 2008 the ‘canon’ answer would’ve been: shortly before the end of the clone wars, as seen in Clone Wars (2003).

But after 2008 the official answer would’ve been: right after the end of Attack of the Clones, as seen in The Clone Wars (2008).

Lucasfilm checked everything but sometimes things slipped through the cracks. Considering the enormous amount of star wars lore published since the 70s, I don’t find the inconsistencies all the shocking.

I believe the biggest issue for most fans was the “Disney re-writes”. Currently most debates come from that and the erasure of over 30 years of lore. So now you have entire characters and arc being rewritten after so many fans spend years of their lives consuming that particular content. The most obvious example is Luke, Leia and Han’s lives post-ROTJ. Imagine spending 30 years of your life reading about their lives, their children and grandchildren…and now being told that that never happened and the Skywalker lineage is dead and gone.

This is happening to many arc and characters which makes the debates very confusing because it’s like arguing about two different stories lived by characters who only share the same name: The Luke Skywalker who died as greatest of all the Jedi and the Luke skywalker who disappeared on everyone.

Anyway, inconsistencies are part of the packaged at this point. as new movies, shows and characters are altered or introduced, more and more of them will appear. You can go mad trying to solve it or you can just accept it as part of fun lol

#ask #anon #sw meta #meta: fandom #txt

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Tough choice, like i wanna read the other part 👀 lol but leaving it there just además right <3

Whatever the Poets Say | b.b. | 22

Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Oral (female receiving), heavy petting, handjob, implications of penetrative sex

Author’s Note: Goddamn we are in the HOME STRETCH. The final part will be the EPILOGUE! I don’t have a source for the gif, other than the link provided by anon!

Series Masterlist | Talk to Me!

I have said it time and time again –I am so breathlessly in love that nothing else around me seems to matter. No scandal, no accusations –nothing. He consumes my every thought, makes my heart ache and sets every part of me on fire. There are things that no respectable lady should think or do prior to her marriage…but I have thought them, and I have done them, and I want so much more than that. I want to feel him all over me; I want him to become the very air I breathe so he is all I have in me.

I have tasted the wines of lust and love and I want more.

Their arrival at My Cottage was marked by a rather hasty hello to the keepers who were waiting outside, a quick, “Thank you but we aren’t hungry,” and a quick retreat to the main building that would be theirs. Perhaps it was in bad taste, rushing through their greetings and even skipping a meal…but truthfully, he didn’t think it mattered at the moment. All Benedict wanted was her, and he knew she felt the same.

The ride from London had been tortuous; even the simplest of touches were driving him mad and Benedict decided she quite liked that it did. She warned him several times that it wouldn’t do to have their wedding night in the carriage, but then continued to tease him when she felt fit. It did not help that her writings were getting more and more detailed. When he had asked her to read to him, he should have known better.

As soon as the front door of the cottage shut, something almost primal took over Benedict. He did not need to be as slow and as careful now; of course he would be gentle, as that is what she deserved. But his hands were reaching for her hips, and before she could even whisper his name, his mouth was on hers in a heated kiss. There was no hesitation from her; the newly wedded Mrs. Bridgerton wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself as close as she could but it still wasn’t enough.

Benedict’s hands inched up her waist, hiking her skirts up, as he pushed her back towards the nearest room. He had no idea which room was the master suite, but none of that mattered at the moment. All he wanted was to lay her down in their bed –their bed –and make love to his wife. Her hands were pulling at his cravat, trying to yank it off so she could feel his skin against hers. When her back hit the door, she didn’t even release her hold on his shirt; she simply reached back with one hand to open the door and the two stumbled into the bedroom with an unbridled excitement.

When the back of her legs touched the edge of the bed, she finally pulled herself away from Benedict –though not too far away, as he moved his lips from hers to her neck as she spoke. Her voice was breathless, almost not even there, as she tugged at the buttons of his shirt.

“There are far too many pieces of clothing between us.”

Benedict made an inhuman sound against her skin before he pulled away and looked down at her, grinning. “I love it when you’re right.”

Slowly –well, slowly in comparison to how they had previously been –he turned her around. His hands traced up her arms, then over her shoulders before finally reaching the buttons that held her wedding dress in its place. A sigh of contentment slipped from her lips, and he couldn’t help the smile that spread over his face as he undid each button –one by one –and kissed the skin that became exposed to him. The chemise that rested under her dress –a far thinner material than she ever wore before –was held in place by a simple stay and Benedict had an absolute joy untying it and pulling it from her body.

However, this seemed to be too slow for his wife, who turned to look up at him with a devilish look in her eye –one he had been introduced to in the carriage. Her hands reached up to her shoulders, with her eyes on him still, and she slipped her dress off her body and onto the floor without a care. She reached up and unpinned her hair next, allowing it to fall naturally. It was not the first time she was bare before him –nor would it be the last –but there was a confidence there that she did not have before…and by God, Benedict adored it.

Benedict stood there, admiring her in all her naked glory. Memorizing every freckle and curve; burning it into his mind’s eye so he could remember it forever.

“Let me paint you like this,” he murmured, reaching out to take her by the waist again. Her skin was hot to the touch, and it drew Benedict in closer. Her bare chest pressed against his body, and he swore he could feel her heart beating; though perhaps it was his. “Let me immortalize your beauty forever.”

“You may do whatever you want with me, Benedict,” she promised, raising her arms to take his face in her hands. Her grin was mischievous as ever. “But you must take off your clothes as well.”

It was then that Benedict suddenly remembered what they had started –how could he have possibly forgotten? –and he nodded furiously. It did not take long for him to strip off his jacket and shirt, tossing it to the side. She was growing impatient, and it was certainly Benedict’s turn to make her writhe a bit, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Instead, he scooped her into his arm with a flourish, causing her to gasp in surprise as he carried her to the side of the bed.

Benedict slid onto the bed with her in his arms still, setting her down carefully against the pillows so he could hover over her for a moment. Her confidence seemed to be waning, hesitating for a moment before she reached over to pull him in by the waist of his pants. Her fingers slid under the hem just enough for Benedict to suck in a breath, and he looked down at her with narrowed eyes.

She was simply smiling up at him, innocent as could be. “Please, Benedict,” was all she asked.

Who was he to deny her?

His pants soon joined their clothes on the floor, and they laid bare on the bed together. It was like that first night but then, not at all alike as well. Every nerve was on fire; every touch lit a fuse that could only be doused by her. And even with his lips on hers –their tongues tangled and teeth nipping –he wanted more. One hand held his weight as the other inched down the valley of her breasts, down over her belly, before reaching just above her neediest place. She hummed with excitement, hips bucking just slightly to encourage his movements.

With gentle movements, he parted her legs and dipped his fingers between. She jolted back some, sensitive to the touch as he ran his fingers over the sensitive bundle of nerves before finally slipping through her folds. He groaned; he couldn’t help it –she was wet and it was all for him. He pulled back from their kiss, and she whined.

“I want to taste you,” he managed to breath out, voice hoarse.

She looked at him in confusion. “I don’t understand –,”

However, instead of telling her what he meant, Benedict decided it would be best to simply show her. He pressed a soft kiss to her pouting lips before descending down. He trailed his tongue over the skin of her throat, relishing in the goosebumps that appeared when he did so. She sucked in a breath when he left a bite at the base, and he grinned up at her before continuing his task down. She was getting antsy, he could tell, but he wanted to worship every inch of her in this moment.

His lips latched onto her nipple and she gasped in surprise, tensing up at the sensation of his tongue swirling around before sucking. When he deemed it enough, he moved onto the next one and repeated the action –this time earning a pleasurable moan of his name and a desperate plea from his wife. His fingers were still rubbing slow circles around her clit, pushing her closer to the edge but not letting her fall just yet. She would –but he wanted to taste it when she did.

Finally, as he kissed and licked his way down her body, he kissed just above her clit –then he looked up at her. She was shaking –not from fear, but from anticipation and over sensitivity –and watching him curiously. Keeping his eyes on her, Benedict pulled his fingers away from her core and replaced them with his tongue. She tried to close her legs, suddenly overwhelmed with feeling, but he kept them open as he buried himself in her. As she adjusted and realized just how amazing it felt, it did not take long for her to reach down and run her fingers through his hair.

Her hips chased his mouth, trying to catch any moment of friction to push her over, but Benedict held her down with his arm. The hand in his hair started to pull, and he groaned into her, causing her to buck up into him once more. She was tensing up, building into her climax, and Benedict’s hips were rutting against the bed, desperate himself but he wanted her to come first.

The grip on his hair tightened, and she suddenly arched off the bed as Benedict sucked on her clit a little harder than before –and she finally cried out his name as she came. He did not pull away, however, but instead lapped at her folds, basking in every moment he had as her climax veered off and she slowly came down from the high of it all. As her body finally calmed down, her legs were left shaking and Benedict finally pulled away. He kissed her inner thighs, leaving wet kisses all over before he returned to his position over her on the bed.

His mouth was on hers again, slick with her, and his tongue slipped past her lips to allow her to taste herself on him. She groaned at the sensation, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer to her. There was not a lot she knew about the physical action of sex, but she knew what she wanted and at that moment –it was only him.

One hand pulled at his hair, running her fingers through it, as the other mimicked how he touched her earlier. Her nails were manicured and rounded, leaving faint scratch marks down his chest as she ventured further down. That confidence had returned in her post-orgasm sense, and her touch ignited every nerve inside him as she finally reached his cock. With just a little hesitation –not enough for him to intervene, but enough for him to know she was determining what to do –she wrapped her hand around him carefully.

The touch elicited a hiss from him, causing him to throw his head back and hold his breath. Satisfied with herself, Miss Everly squeezed him carefully as if to test the waters. When he didn’t jerk back, but instead bucked his hips into her hand, her movements became fluent. However, as she worked him in her hand, he was beginning to breathe too heavily, inch too close to the edge –so he stopped her.

She frowned deeply, looking up at him as he pulled her hand away. “Oh, no, I’m sorry I –,”

“There is nothing to apologize for,” he quickly interrupted, breathless. “Nothing. But if you keep up with that, then our night will be over sooner than either of us would like.”

She nodded once as Benedict pushed her back into the pillows. His hands ran over her legs, over her knees, to part them as he brought himself the rest between her thighs. For a moment, she tried to shy away as he held himself in his hand, looking her over. That wouldn’t do of course; he wanted to see her, and so he reached forward to pull her hands away.

“I love you,” he promised, leaning over to rest his arms on either side of her. His smile covered his face, making his cheeks ache, as he looked down at her. “I love you, my beautiful, witty, talented wife.”

Meeting his eyes, she practically melted into a puddle of tears below him. “I love you too, Benedict. My wonderful, handsome husband —I love you more than words can even begin to describe.”

“To leave an author speechless —what a remarkable feat,” he teased, his smile turning into a boyish grin.

She rolled her eyes, but reached up to touch his cheek gently. “Show me how much you love me, Mr. Bridgerton.”

“With absolute pleasure, Mrs. Bridgerton.”

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First yandere please don’t judge been busy with school.

Yandere Poseidon x reader

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Deep beneath the mysterious depths of the ocean, a love story unlike any other unfolded. Poseidon, the powerful and enigmatic God of the Sea, had fallen madly in love with a mortal - you, the ordinary mortal . However, this love was not your typical romance. It was a dangerous and twisted affection, a love that would consume Poseidon and bring chaos to both gods and mortals alike.

From the first moment he laid eyes on you, Poseidon could not resist your beauty and innocence. He watched you from his watery domain, observing every movement you made on the land above. As time passed, his infatuation grew, and his actions became more possessive. He ensured that every wave brought you gifts from the ocean - shimmering pearls and seashells, tokens of his undying love.

Unbeknownst to you, Poseidon's love had driven him to madness. He became a Yandere, a possessive and obsessive lover. He would not rest until he had you by his side, forever. His watery rage was unleashed upon anyone who posed a threat to his beloved human, even his fellow gods dared not stand in his way.

One fateful day, as you stood by the shore, admiring the sunset, Poseidon could no longer contain his desires. He emerged from the ocean, his majestic form rising from the depths, towering over the land. With his trident in hand, he commanded the sea to part, creating a pathway just for you. And as if under a spell, you followed the enchanted trail, drawn towards this divine being.

Poseidon yearned for your love and devotion, but he was no longer content with simply watching from the shadows. He wanted you completely, body and soul, and he would stop at nothing to make you his own. The seas boiled with envy as he revealed his true intentions, his eyes burning with a possessive fire that matched the wrath of the ocean itself.

But even in the face of such intense obsession, you remained defiant. You saw through the madness in Poseidon's eyes and longed to bring the kind and gentle god he once was back to the surface. You knew that love should never manifest in such a destructive manner. With compassion in your heart, you vowed to show him a love untainted by possessiveness, to teach him the true meaning of love.

As you delved deeper into Poseidon's twisted world, you discovered his tragic past - a tale of heartbreak and betrayal that had driven him into darkness. Sympathy filled your heart, and you realized that only by healing his wounds could you steer him towards the path of redemption.

Through endless conversations beneath the moonlit waves, you learned to navigate the treacherous waters of Poseidon's love. With your guidance, the god began to understand the difference between love and obsession. Slowly, the madness waned, and the violent storms that once brewed within him subsided.

With each passing day, Poseidon transformed into a more compassionate deity. He used his powers to protect rather than harm, to bring peace to the tumultuous seas. And as he changed, so too did your relationship - evolving from fear and obsession to trust and respect.

Finally, the day came when Poseidon realized that true love meant setting the object of his affection free. Knowing that you could never belong to him completely, he made the ultimate sacrifice. With a heavy heart, he let you go, releasing you from the spell of his possessive love.

Though it broke your heart to leave Poseidon behind, you knew it was the only way for both of you to find happiness. And so, you returned to the world above, cherishing the memories of your tumultuous love affair with the a Yandere Sea God.

Years passed, and you carried the lessons you learned from Poseidon deep within your heart. You experienced a love that was deep and fulfilling, a love that was free from possession and control. And every time you gazed upon the restless sea, you couldn't help but wonder if the God of the Sea had found his own peace.

For even in the realm of gods, true love has the power to heal and transform. The love story of Poseidon and Yn proved that no matter how twisted or complicated, love can bring out the best in even the most dark and troubled souls.

#yandere greek gods #yandere #yandereposidon

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deepperplexity · 2 years

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🎄 RICKMAS - a challenge for all creators who love Alan Rickman or any of his characters! 🎄

HI DARLINGS! 2020 I created Snapemas, 2021 I converted it to Rickmas and I’m hopeful about keeping this tradition going for many years to come. I have my darlings to thank for that! You have asked me, even before Rickmas 2021 ended, about what’s going to happen with Rickmas this year - even asking me for specific continuations before I had even posted the last fic for last year's Rickmas 😂👍 - which helped me see how important this is to continue with. So, I know you’re excited about this tradition I’ve started and will continue with for as long as I possibly can, but I still need you to help spread the word and help the creators joining in to spread their work too. We create free content because we love it, but we share it to have people join us. So, share fanwork, share content, spread stuff all over and show your appreciation towards all creators working hard out of love - or spite perhaps 😂❤

Now, you all know the drill! I will give one prompt for each day up until the 24th of December. Do with it what you wish - make it the theme of the fic/drawing/song/video/etc., make it a feature or simply mention it in a corner. It’s all good no matter how you choose to create with these prompts! All creative things are welcome, everyone is welcome to join in the fun and if you do one or all prompts is completely up to you!

I’m hosting this lovely event to create more content, to allow fans to connect and build the fandom further. There has been so many rumours about the Rickmaniac fandom dying, the Snapedom dying, there not being a fanbase for certain characters etc., but I must be in completely different circles from those who think that because I only see everything growing and growing - WHICH I LOVE!

So, let’s build our fandom universe further this December!

This year’s tag is rickmas2022 - make sure to tag your work with it so we can all find your posts darlings - and I’m hoping that even more creators and consumers join in the fun this year!

Let’s yet again spread some love for our dear Alan Rickman and his characters this year!

On to the challenge list! ...drum roll please...

💚 RICKMAS 2022 💚

Home For Christmas

Friends Are Family

Glittery Mishap

Biting Cold

Mistletoes & Secrets

Sleigh Riding

Hot Drinks & Sweet Treats

To Be Alone

Strings Attached

Gingerbread & Peppermints

Forgotten Gift

Warming Fire

Repetitive Carols

Icy Roads

Frosty Glass

A Folly Holiday

Dying Embers

Snowstorm

Old Traditions

Twinkling Christmas Tree

Snowball Madness

Slipping & Sliding

Cherishing Joy

Christmas Party

Good luck everyone and I hope December will be good for you!

💚 Lots of love, and jolly holiday wishes, Plex 💚

DON’T FORGET TO TAG WITH rickmas2022!

Creator tag: @smilingformoney @groovy-lady @snowblossomreads @crazysleepydreams @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky

(Posted: 2022-11-18)

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Hey I noticed you saying you weren’t a Geoff Johns fan, and I was wondering why? I love his Flash, GL, and Justice League work, amongst others although I haven’t read his Teen Titans, and I’d defer to you as the expert on the core four anyway. So I was wondering, is that run just bad or is it something about his writing as a whole? Obviously not an issue you dislike Johns, just curious why.

AH YES okay so. Yeah, my problem is more specifically about his Teen Titans run rather than necessarily Johns as a writer in general. (Which I can understand not being 100% clear from the context of what I recently said. My point was primarily 'it's frustrating talking about this run with a Johns fan who blindly defends that run's characterization of the core four despite how drastically Johns had altered things')

Frankly, I don't even think I've read all that much of his work to even try to make super general comments/form general opinions on him as a writer. His Teen Titans run often incites a fiery rage within me if I try to think about it too hard/don't just joke about the funny (not intentionally funny, just turns out that way funny) parts, I was Not a fan of Three Jokers after the first issue, I did enjoy Stars and S.T.R.I.P.E., I do really enjoy Superboy: Boy of Steel, and Infinite Crisis was like, interesting. Those are the main things that come to mind that I've read from him, so like, there's definitely varying opinions there—it's not all negative. Just the negative feelings are Strong when they occur.

Anyways, to TLDR why Geoff Johns Teen Titans bugs the shit out of me: it just shows a blatant disrespect for the history and prior characterization of the Core Four! It's not even that I think the book is entirely bad, there are plenty of elements of plots I like (though it's a lot of... 'cool idea, i do not like this execution') and it in general does have some good moments... BUT I think that time where within a three day period I did a full read through of Young Justice (1998) -> Graduation Day -> Teen Titans (2003) thus within a pretty short period of time consumed about 13 years of content that pretty consistently featured at least some combination of Tim, Kon, Cassie and Bart... well it was just eye opening and showed how little care was put into many choices made with how those guys would get portrayed when they transitioned between teams.

Now, at this present point in time, it actually has been a while since I've given Teen Titans Vol. 3 (or even just Johns' run of it, so #1-50 barring a few issues with guest writers) a full reread, so I'm maybe not in the best position to articulate all my thoughts on this subject. Though I did find this post from pretty freshly after I'd done that big mega reread talking about my frustrations in how Cassie was handled.

Just seriously, look how he massacred/yassified my girl….

(Teen Titans Vol. 3 #25)

Now, one thing about me though, is that when I approach these books, even when I have problems with them I don't like to ignore them (the ‘reject the canon you don’t like’ approach to fandom simply does not work for me personally outside of situations where canon literally has conflicting info you need to ignore some of to try to reconcile things OR things get rewritten over like by reboots/retcons).

I like to try to find ways to rationalize/make sense of the things that occur, I try to put pieces together and still find something enjoyable out of it even if it’s far from what the author(s) intended. That’s how I manage to feel as negative as I do about TT Vol. 3 while then also enjoying Boy of Steel—because many of my problems with TT Vol. 3’s approach to Kon come from how changes with him were made and handled… but when I approach Boy of Steel accepting that those changes happened and taking that story in not just still being mad about the previous stuff, I do really like it. I contain multitudes.

Anyways I rambled far more than you probably needed me to, but uhhhh. yeah!

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Hold Tight (4/6)

Status: Complete. Unbeta’d, we die like Hob doesn’t.

Series: The Hob Adherent series.

Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022) Includes some comics canon, and some cameos from the wider Gaiman-verse, but it’s not necessary to know to enjoy the story.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Discussions of grief and in-canon character death. Also includes some erotic content. Please curate your internet experience accordingly.

Relationships: Morpheus | Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling, Past Eleanor | Hob Gadling’s Wife/Hob Gadling (past), Hector Hall/Lyta Hall (past)

Characters: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Hob Gadling, Matthew the Raven, Desire of the Endless, Lyta Trevor-Hall, Daniel Hall, Rose Walker, Jed Walker

Summary:

Hob is tasked with his first quest as Vassal of the Endless, Morpheus is bad at using his words, Destiny thinks he’s so clever, Desire makes a confession, Rose Walker meets her Uncle’s boyfriend, and Lyta Hall punches Dream of the Endless in the nose. Or, the one where Hob Gadling turns into everyone’s therapist, and honestly, he ain’t mad about it.

Set at the end of Cling Fast - after the premiere of “Elizabethan Manor”, but before the Epilogue.

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Chapter Four

"What," Morpheus demands, as soon as Hob enters his flat above the New Inn that evening, "Is that repugnant stain on your mouth?"

Hob resists the urge to check the mirror above the entryway table. He knows he got all of the lipstick off because Cassie had given him a makeup wipe. It must be some lingering metaphysical mark that Hob can't see.

"Desire kissed me," Hob says, not seeing the point in lying.

He toes off his shoes and moseys into the kitchen, where he finds Morph standing beside the counter, outrage clear in every line and curve of his corporation. Before him, an array of tea things is scattered over the work surface, and the electric kettle whistles high and shrill with Morpheus' eldritch fury.

Hob reaches around him to save the kettle from overboiling, sets it aside, then uses his closeness to crowd Morpheus against the cabinets and offer up the filthiest, most ardent kiss he can.

"Eugh," Morpheus says, when they part.

"Eugh?" Hob echoes, eyebrows bouncing. "I kiss you like that, and you say eugh?"

"You taste like Desire."

"I do not!" Hob says, indignant. "You're just being a drama queen. Besides, how would you know what your sibling tastes like?”

“Eugh!” Morpheus repeats, but he doesn’t push Hob away. Instead he does the opposite, lounging back against the counter and tugging Hob close by his beltloops, pressing them hip-to-hip. There is nothing urgent about it, nothing consuming, just the gentle comfort of basking in the warmth and touch of a person you love.

“Were you making me tea, duckie?”

“I was attempting it, yes,” Morpheus says. “The further away from being Dream of the Endless I become, the harder I find mortal tasks. I’ve never been human, not like my heir will experience. I simply… came into being as more and more humans prayed Morpheus the God of Sleep into existence.”

“Which means…?”

“I cannot simply reach into the aether of human consciousness and know how to do the thing. I must learn it. On Matthew’s suggestion, I have begun keeping a notebook. Today, we were writing down the steps for making hot beverages. I am certain that with enough repetition I will have no trouble, but I—” he hesitates, and Hob leans back a bit to get a good look at his expression. He looks determined, if a little out of his depth. “I want to ensure that in case I become consumed with learning a different task, I have steps recorded so that I may return to them. Matthew calls it ‘setting myself up for success’.”

“That’s smart,” Hob says. “Here, why don’t you finish this up then, while I go get out of my work clothes?”

“I will make tea for you,” Morpheus says firmly, more an affirmation for himself than a promise to Hob. “And then you will tell me what my grasping, greedy sibling wanted and why I should not smite them for daring to touch you.”

“That’s not a very nice way to talk about Desire,” Hob points out, as he walks to the bedroom, shrugging out of his v-necked jumper as he goes. “Especially considering how often you and I are under their influence, Mr. Bossy-Bedroom. If you’re not careful, they’re gonna pull a Satyricon on you when you’re human, just for the laughs.”

The poleaxed look on Morpheus’ face makes it clear that he hadn’t thought about that.

Hob stops in the doorway and turns back to his lover. “You… did realise that once you’re human, the Endless are going to have as much sway over you as they do me, right?”

“I… had not thought of it that way,” Morpheus says and purses his lips.

“Don’t worry,” Hob says as he kicks off his jeans and unbuttons his dress shirt just enough to get it up over his head too. “I have it on good authority that the rivalry between Desire and Dream of the Endless is at an end.”

A clatter in the kitchen has Hob worried enough to peer around the door frame in just his pants.

“Babe? Did you drop something?” No answer comes from the kitchen, but no sounds of breaking crockery or a broom, either. "Are you okay?" More silence. "Morpheus?"

The answer that Hob finally gets is thin and strangled-sounding. “Desire told you this?”

"In more words than not," Hob agrees. "Swore by something called the first circle that they no longer wished you harm?"

Hob doesn't know what swearing sounds like in the dark and ancient languages of the Endless, but he imagines it sounds a lot like the noises Morpheus is making right now. Deciding to forego lounge clothes, Hob throws on a ratty old housecoat (a hundred years old if it's a day, a floor-length, full and flowy, peackockish thing he'd picked up during the height of the 1920s Orientalism trend), and pads out to the kitchen.

Morpheus is leaning over the counter, hands braced on the edge, knuckles whiter than the normally human-pale complexion he wears in the Waking. His veins pop out on his inner-arms, tinged with a blood-blue that didn't used to be there before the Dream-child had been born.

"Was Desire the one who tasked you with this quest that takes us to New Jersey?" Morpheus asks, a bit of Endlessness leaking out of his voice.

He must be a lot more upset than he looks, Hob thinks.

"No," Hob says honestly, stopping beside Morpheus to lean his hip against the fridge. The tin of Hob's favourite loose-leaf tea is on its side, the contents dashed across the countertop, which explains the clatter Hob heard.

"But Desire visited you this day?"

Again, there's no point in sharing anything but the truth with Morpheus. "Yes."

"Why?"

Hob thinks about the best way to answer that while he gently nudges his lover aside to clean up the spilled leaves and finish making up the pot. Eventually he settles on: "They were made aware that I would be visiting the Walkers and asked me to help them repair their relationship."

"What relationship," Morpheus snarls, but his voice is slowly regaining its mortal timbre, so he must be calming down some. "They sired Rose and Jed's mother, and then abandoned Unity. There is no relationship to repair."

"Exactly," Hob says gently. "And they want to change that."

"Desire will never change," Morpheus spits. "They are a being of grasping want, and immediate gratification, and petty jealousies, and satisfaction-in-the-moment. Their memory is short and their motivation is petty."

"But aren't desires also long-term aspirations, and future goals, and putting in the work to achieve the longed-for outcome?" Hob asks as he cleans the tea off the counter and rights the tin. "Do you think marathon runners have any less desire in them than sprinters? Or the people who get up at 5am every day for years to write the novel of their hearts before the rest of the family wakes? Yeah, desire is Mr. Wickham and Mr. Willoughby. But it's also Mr. Darcy and Col. Brandon.”

"You and your romance films. It is charming how much you love love, inamorato, but they will never change," Morpheus repeats stubbornly.

"Why not?" Hob asks. "You did. You are. "

"Choosing to relinquish my Function is not the same as personal growth."

"I dunno, duck," Hob says. "Knowingly stepping away from a toxic working environment that doesn't make you happy or fulfil your soul in order to protect your mental health sounds an awful lot like 'personal growth' to me."

The kettle, which Hob had set back on the base to re-boil as they talked, clicks off. Hob lets Morpheus go through the ritual of filling the infuser and setting up their tea tray while he chews on that response.

"You are determined to approach things from a human perspective," Morpheus grumbles, which is how Hob knows he's won this round. Hob carries the tray to the living room, and sits down on the armchair so Morpheus can sprawl on the sofa in order to most effectively demonstrate the extreme level of his supposed emotional agony.

Hob would never dare say it out loud, but Desire and Dream even pout the same way.

Once the tea is steeped, Hob bitches the pot. Knowing that Dream is distracted by the sliver of his hairy thigh visible through the gap of his housecoat, he says, as nonchalantly as he can produce: "So why are you moving on?"

"A child comes," Morpheus says, as if that answers everything. It’s his rote response, practically a reflex at this point.

"You've said that before, and that still isn't an answer. At least not to me," Hob says with a small headshake and a depreciating laugh. "But then, I'm just some silly little human bloke with a big mouth."

"And a keen mind, and a generous heart," Morpheus rushes to assure him. "Do not devalue or speak ill of my beloved, Hob Gadling. I shall be cross with you if you do."

Hob laughs in earnest as he prepares his tea to his liking and then sits back in the chair. And if his robe slips open a little at the neck, well, let it never be said that Hob isn't above using the charms of his body to make confessions more rewarding.

"So explain it to me," Hob says. "Little happened in your realm that you didn't know about for you were the Dreaming. And sure you couldn't see what the Vortex hid, but you said the woman's baby was dreamstuff. You could have made it…" He gestures with his hand, fingers splayed, wrist limp, in approximation of how Morpheus scatters dream sand into the air. "But you allowed it to exist. Why?"

Morpheus shakes his head slowly, filling his own mug with as much sugar as liquid. Hob wonders how his lover can stand it when the tea he drinks is literally gritty.

"I wept as I unmade Gregory the Gargoyle," Morpheus confesses softly, stirring his sludge delicately. "It saddened me greatly to unmake Gault, and the Corinthian. They were mine. My children, and I had made the choice, and it was terrible, but it was my choice to make. I know intimately the pain of having no choice in the matter. Of having your child snatched away through no fault of your own." He meets Hob's eyes hare, and they both know they are thinking of Orpheus, and Robyn, and Wee John. That they are both the fathers of dead sons. "I could not… I could not choose to unmake that woman's child. Not on purpose. I could not do that to her."

"You know, you still haven't told me the woman or the baby's name."

Morpheus sips his tea and doesn't elaborate.

"Oh, okay, I see how that is," Hob says. "Keep your secrets then, Drama of the Endless. But you know, this doesn't explain why you're… 'giving up' isn't the right phrasing but… well, why are you doing …" he gestures at the tea things and the notebook on the kitchen counter, at the flat around them that is beginning to acquire black sweaters and socks, and raven-care paraphernalia, and leather-bound sketchbooks that Morpheus will not let Hob peruse. "All this?"

Morpheus (who has never in his existence has spoken without carefully planning his words) and Hob (who never in his existence has ever wanted to rush Morpheus) get all the way to the end of their mugs of tea before the answer is forthcoming.

Then he sets aside his mug, and licks his lips, and true to his nature, tells Hob a story.

"Once, when I was feeling very low, my sister Death asked me to accompany her to watch her work," Morpheus says, with all the cadence of an old-fashioned bard. "I told her that I felt empty and… and miserable, when I contemplated my life outside of my Function. That my torment and imprisonment had left me hollow, and my subsequent revenge had ultimately been meaningless."

Hob didn't want to be the one to bring it up, but there had been something unstable about his Stranger when he had first returned. Violent reactions to unwanted touch or unexpected changes, issues with being in tight spaces or tight crowds, sensory problems with loud noises, the way his eyes would dart around and his chest heave with breath Morpheus didn't need if he heard a glass break—it had been strange and awful, and Hob hadn't known how best to help him, then. But one thing had been clear: Morpheus, for all his power, had not taken the time to heal from his torturous ordeal.

It had worried Hob.

It doesn't worry him anymore. He was proud of how hard Morpheus had worked to understand and process his trauma, with Hob (and a few texts on PTSD and cognitive therapy) by his side.

Now, Hob reaches for Morpheus's hand, and Morpheus takes it, because it is a safety and a security that they have forged together. It's so much like that first night here, when Hob learned of his oldest and truest friend's century-long suffering, that he is struck with a wave of deja vu.

I love you, Hob thinks fiercely. I loved you then, too, but it was a small, new thing. Just an ember. It didn't burn yet. I didn't know, couldn't hope to know, how much I'd blaze in just one short year.

"Do you know what she said to me when I had made my confession, Hob Gadling?" Morpheus asks with a weary huff.

"No, what?" Hob feels his face draw down into a frown to match the one sinking onto Morpheus' mouth. He has a feeling he isn't going to like what he's about to hear.

"She told me that I simply needed to embrace my Function, to remember that I serve humanity, and if I simply do so, I will be alright."

Hob sucks in a sharp, shocked breath. "That… sorta sounds like the opposite of what I thought you would have needed."

"I believed the same as you say," Morpheus confesses with a bitter twist of his lips. "What worked for my sister, what helps her achieve balance and thoughtfulness in and happiness in her Function… did the opposite for me. I followed her for a half a day as old men passed away alone. As a bride's honeymoon was cut short, and a young man just wanting to play with his friends was senselessly destroyed by a careless driver."

Hob squeezes Morpheus' hand three times— I love you.

Morpheus squeezes back.

"My sister Death finds fulfilment and pride in her Function. She is there for them, in the end. She is a friendly face and a warm smile for all. She is not the cause of their deaths. Her Function, as many mortals would say in the common vernacular, for her it sparks joy."

"But not you?"

Morpheus heaves a wistful sigh. "It did. Once. But when I told her of the hollow ringing of my heart in the vast cavern of the Dreaming, she told me I must just bang the gong of it harder. As if the thunderous rollback of the echo would fill me with serene music, and not become an agonizing cacophony. She assumed that because her Function is enough for her, that I must be the same. But instead of helping me find joy in my Function, it instead made it feel all the colder and more meaningless.” Morpheus scrubs his hands through his hair, frustrated with his inability to convey all that he’s trying to tell Hob. “Dream of the Endless is meant to fill mortal sleeping hours before they are met with Death with wonder and joy and inspiration. And I felt none of my own. Do you understand me?"

Hob slips from the chair to kneel at Morpheus's sweet socked feet, take both his hands in his own, and kiss the backs of them. "A little?"

"I was seeking connection on a personal level, brother to sister. She… denied me this. In a kind and well-meaning way, but denied me all the same. She spoke to me not as a sister, but as one Endless to another. She told me, not in so many words, but plainly enough, to stop my whinging and get on with it." Morph’s eyes shimmer with the mercury-silver tears, shoulders trembling with repressed emotion. "And I… I could not. I could only … I thought of you."

“I’m sure she didn’t mean it like that,” Hob says gently.

Morph looks earnest, like he's trying to confess something, trying to say more than simple words can convey. The prince of Stories has a whole tome behind his eyes, and Hob does his best to parse it.

"She reminded me that humanity is the reason I exist, and remembering that I serve humanity will return me to a place of happiness and she was not wrong, she meant it kindly, I must emphasize that… but it was the wrong advice in the moment because all it made me think about was you."

Hob tries not to let himself preen too much. "And then you came to find me at the New Inn. You let me keep you when I begged."

"Yes," Morpheus says, licking his rosebud mouth, leaving his lips shining in the growing twilight. "You only sought to connect with me on a personal level. You dubbed me ‘friend’, and asked for my name, and wanted to know the mundanities of my own preferences and experiences, and gave little care to the power and prestige of my Function. And I realized… this is what I want. I no longer desire the connection that solely comes from fulfilling my duties. I want only that of… you."

"Well, more than just me, I hope, duck," Hob says, tugging gently at his ear. "I can't be your, you know, only reason for existing."

"Not you, Hob Gadling, you vainglorious creature," Morpheus chuckles. "But... you, the most human of humanity. And therefore the representative of the whole.”

"Oh, duck," Hob says, turning Morph's hands over to lay kisses down the long, broken path of each of his lifelines.

"I have lost the joy of being Dream of the Endless," Morpheus says, with such gravitas, such candor, such fear that it seems as if he dreads Father Time and Mother Night themselves descending from the heavens to strike him dead for such blasphemies.

Hob kisses the plush mound of each of Morpheus' thumbs.

"I have lost the colour and thrill of being Nightmare King. The creativity doesn't move me. The plights of the Dreamers do not wound me. Their laughter does not fulfil me. Their wonder is stale and their terror tastes like ash. My duties are like a weighted and wet cloak. The burden of their care drags me down. I am… unhappy, Hob. I cannot serve my Function because it leaves me in miseries. And my miseries impede my ability to serve my Function. It is… time to hand the reins to one who can… who can dream again. For I have quite lost the knack of it."

"I'm so sorry to hear it," Hob tells him earnestly. He perches his chin on Morpheus's knee to peer up at him. "And I'm so proud of you for being able to recognize it. To choose to do something about it."

"It is you who is the source of that bravery, erasti," Morpheus says, meaningfully. He frees one of his hands to push Hob's loose hair back behind his ear, petting down the side of his bare neck.

Hob feels his ears go pink. "And so when the child came, you let it?"

"Morpheus, the God of Sleep, is no longer in his temples, nor supping at his altars. The old god is dead. The new must rise."

"So what do you want now, then?"

"You. Just you. Just… just this."

"You have it," Hob says urgently, rising on his knees to cup Morpheus' cheeks in his own hands, to draw him down into chaste, slow kiss. "You have me."

"I do. But I want to choose it, do you understand me?" Morpheus asks, dragging Hob up to straddle his lap so he needn't bend double for their gazes to be level. "Death told me to just accept my life and be happy with it as it was. To push aside choice. To simply follow the rules and it will be good enough, but she followed the rules and I suffered. When I needed help… in Fawny Rigg… she did not come. She knew where I was, she took Jessamy away and she left me there. True, I did not call on my siblings for rescue, but I did so to protect them from Burgess and his terrible greed. But she came for Jessamy, and she saw me, and she left me there. Do you understand?"

Hob pets his hair back, soothing. "I understand."

"She does not mean to be cruel, but what does Death really, know of life? Even if she walks as a mortal one day a century, she is never really human. She has never really loved and lost as I have. When I asked for help to find my purpose and happiness again, she… took me to watch a mother scream. She knew Orpheus, dandled him on her knee and whispered poetry in his ear to soothe him to sleep, and yet that was her solution. There were a thousand other beings dying in that same moment, but that is the one she took me to see. When I expressed my fear that I can no longer connect with humanity, she invited me to watch a baby die. I asked for her help and she did not help me. Not the way that you helped me."

Hob's frown has by now become a mighty scowl, but before he can say something he's sure he'll probably regret later, Morpheus adds:

"Do not mistake me, erasti. Death loves me. I was the first infant she ever held. Besides Destiny, and you, I will be the last being she escorts to the Sunless Lands. But just because she loves me does not mean that she knows how best to care for me. Not like you do, my beloved."

"I try," Hob says, infusing every syllable with the devotion and determination he feels. "I always will."

"I know. As I will for you. And so, it is time, I think… to pass the crown on to one who will not only wear it, but marry themselves to their realm as a monarch ought. I am a creature born of human worship and naming. The child is a creature born of Dreamstuff, created to be of them instead of over them. To the Dreaming he belongs, and in the Dreaming he will find his purpose, and his happiness. In ways that I…" Morph looks down at his palms, and picks at the callus that his pen nib has begun to leave on the inside of his middle finger. "I never fully have. Not in the way that the other facets of Dream of the Endless revel in or enjoy their function. I've always been… trapped by the constraints of what those who thought me up believed a god should be."

“Oh?”

Morph laughs, mirthlessly. "You humans! You are the only creatures in existence who believe your gods to be just as flawed, and petty, and greedy, and compassionate, and loving as you are. And as I am created, I am also thus. It has made me… singular among the other Dreams."

"You're not petty, or greedy," Hob says, but knows he looks dubious as he does. Hob has known him to be petty and greedy in the extreme.

"Oh, Hob, but I am," Morpheus corrects him gently. He settles his hands at Hob's waist, sliding his palms through the slit in the silk bathrobe, spreading his fingers over Hob's furry stomach like he can reach through it and fist his hands in Hob’s guts and merge their flesh. He probably could. " So greedy. But you see those as virtues, see the good that comes of those traits. You see them as flaws worth loving, rather than reasons to discard me."

Hob clamps his hands down on Morpheus's shoulders as his lover shifts and spreads his legs, allowing Hob to settle more fully against his pelvis.

"And so. There is your answer, Hob Gadling," Morpheus says, leaning up to paint his confession against the flesh of Hob's sternum, directly between his nipples. "Morpheus God of Sleep was born of human thought, and of humanity he now must become. Dream of the Endless is a being dedicated to its Function, and this facet of the jewel must be shaved off and polished anew, for it is dull, and scuffed, and scarred. But fear not, my dearheart, for the cutting shall come thick enough that the jewel can be buffed smooth. It can shine on its own."

"Hell of a metaphor," Hob says with a low whistle. "But I guess you invented them, so that's all right."

The flight is tolerable only because Hob throws back a handful of sleeping pills as soon as the plane begins to taxi away from the jetway, and he spends most of it in the throne room with Lucienne as they index a catalogue of all of the new denizens that had come into being along with the birth of the new sovereign. There are an alarming number of children's dreams of simple animated dogs.

Hob reaches his hotel room still groggy from the jetlag, the lingering effects of the medication, and the stomach-lurchingly erratic cab ride from Newark International airport. He’s happy to find Morpheus there, waiting for him. He’s lounging indolently in one of the armchairs, that fancy moleskin that Hob’s never allowed to see into on his lap, his fingers splotched with ink.

Morpheus takes pity on Hob and draws him a bath in the luxurious jacuzzi tub. He tucks himself into the water and makes of himself a bath pillow to keep Hob upright and protected as Hob begins to doze. Morpheus feeds him fruit and sugared nuts from the dreams of children and bakers preparing for the upcoming holy day, and coaxes the sweetest, most lazy orgasm out of Hob's body with teeth in Hob’s neck, and his elegant hands roving below the water line.

Hob wakes up ravenous, and orders a ridiculously American-sized portion of scrambled eggs, streaky bacon, toast, and coffee strong enough to damn near melt the spoon Hob uses to stir in his sugar.

Then Hob dresses. Spring has well and truly arrived in New Jersey, and it is warm enough for him to leave off his brown leather jacket and roll up the sleeves of his pullover. The air is tinged with possibility, and the faint reek of the Delaware River, which is different from, but at the same time, exactly like the Thames. The day is bright, and virtually cloudless.

Morpheus leads him through the old neighborhood, telling him the dreams of the colonial buildings that ring the nearby park. He converses with each curious corvid, makes a leg at the local regent of the squirrels, and awakens every sleeping blossom they pass by with a light tap of his elegant fingers.

"You're an honest-to-god Disney Princess," Hob tells Morpheus, crowding him up against the base of a statue of some Yankee war hero or another. Hob kisses the indignation out of Morpheus's mouth, and then adds: "I fucking love it."

"Dr. Gadlen!" someone shouts, from the cement pathway by the water.

Hob detaches from Morpheus and scans the crowd for the source of the call. "Rose!" he shouts back, waving his arm delightedly. Beside him, Morpheus smooths down his coat and hair, too majestic to do something so infantile as wave and whistle.

Rose and Jed pop out of the crowd and begin climbing the verdant green hillock toward them. Trailing behind Jed, a classically beautiful brunette woman veers onto the grass to follow him with a pushchair.

And in the chair sits a little boy. A tow-headed child with a guileless smile and emerald green eyes, exactly like the one depicted in the stained glass behind Morpheus's throne.

There comes a child, Morpheus had said, and Hob feels like an idiot for not connecting the dots sooner. The child. Who Morpheus has never named in front of Hob, but is clearly and obviously the one born to Lyta Trevor-Hall.

The one born to a woman whose husband was long-dead, but who was intimate friends with a Dream Vortex, who can make things like this happen with a mere thought and a wish.

Hob stands there, mouth agape, staring at the toddler like a complete and utter prat.

Before Hob can say any of this though, Lyta Hall catches sight of the shadow looming over Hob's shoulder. Her face darkens and hardens in fury. She shoves the pushchair at Jed to mind, strides across grass and right up into their personal space, hauls back, and punches Morpheus square in the nose.

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