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Part 10
So, what can we do?
It's not a one-stop-shop kind of deal. It will require intervention before thing get worse, as well as damage control. Sounds harsh, I know, but that's the reality.
Apps need to take further measures to prevent kids from being on social media. Now, I'm not saying everyone under the age of 18 is banned from Snapchat, but these companies target young kids specifically. YouTube made a whole different section for kids (which may or may not be kid friendly). Kids can learn a lot from watching things on T.V. They can learn very valuable skills, especially if they are homeschooled, on breaks from school, or an only child.
Kids can learn new vocabulary through Dora or be inspired to learn some kind of martial arts from some version of TMNT. The problem doesn't lie with technology, but how we use it. Showing kids media that is meant for them is different than handing them an iPad and letting them frolic in the pixel fields of Instagram and TikTok.
Most media on television are curated and labeled appropriately. If you're watching a show with mature themes, there are warnings stating what about it gives it that rating. So why is it not like that for other forms of media.
Well, it's kinda hard. We are living in a time where anyone can post anything. You don't need a medical degree to give medical advice. You don't need a business degree to start a drop shipping business. You can be whoever you want online. It's hard to verify that people are who they say they are. And if Instagram were to start asking for pictures of our ID's, people would be worried (for good reasons).
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So (for the love of God) what do we do?
Parents can limit screen time for kids. This includes monitoring their activity when they are online. Be conscious of what they are watching and how it might affect them. Just because it is 'kid friendly' doesn't mean it was made for kids. Talk to your kids about what they experience on the internet AND in real life. Show them that not everything has to be digital. Show them DVDs and VHS tapes. Give them a Walkman or show them how to use a payphone. Show them that they can have a safe and healthy presence on social media, even as a kid.
Social media sites need to crack down on creators who are under 18. This one is a bit tricky because it can be hard to determine if an account is run by a 12-year-old or not. If apps stopped incenting videos with kids in them, parents couldn't exploit them. There are way too many kids out their who's next meal depends on if they can cry long enough to take a picture for their latest video's thumbnail.
Social media sites also need to stop promoting content geared towards kids. There's a difference between parents reviewing toys for other parents and adults playing with toys so children watch them and give them money. It's gonna be biased and unfair with this kind of crack down but it needs to be done.
For those of you who are reading this and are a kid, stop and think about what you are consuming. Just because you are under 18 doesn't mean you don't know the difference between right and wrong. But sometimes there are bad things on the internet that might not seem like it. Just because something is 'popular' or 'trendy' doesn't mean you have to like it or follow it. If you see something that you don't like, close the app. If you see something that could harm you or someone else, talk to someone about it. It may be scary but sometimes talking about the bad stuff we experience can be good. Always remember that, while you can delete apps, you can't always get rid of posts and comments. Even if you think they are gone forever, someone else probably remembers it. Be careful about who you watch and talk to on the internet.
HOLD PEOPLE ACCOUNTABLE!!! There are so many creepy and money hungry people in the world and on the internet. Don't be one of them. If you notice gross comments, report them. Don't like how TikTok promotes videos with kids in them? TELL THEM ABOUT IT. Even if these CEOs, founders, or social media teams don't do anything, you can say "at least I tried." Don't be on the wrong side when things start to go bad. Protect kids. Protect yourself.
Even if you make mistakes or become famous on accident, breathe. We make mistakes. Mistakes don't matter as long as we grow and change because of them. Give yourself some grace!
Be aware of things on the internet. Not everyone has the same intentions as you do. Stay safe!!
#actually teach your kids how to be safe on the internet!#call your peers out for bad behavior#someone will always understand what you're going through#talk to someone if you accidently become famous (i wish i did)#do things that make you happy#make your internet famous 13 year old self proud!#educate youth#educate yourself
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⋆˚࿔ SYMBIOSIS — venom! geto suguru

SUM. absorbing curses was simple enough, right? until your boyfriend absorbs something that wasn’t quite a curse.
CONTAINS. 18+ content, MDNI. 6.2k words. x fem! journalist reader. non canon compliant/au. smut. blood. monsterfucking (?). tentacles. dead chickens (first venom movie ref lol). light bondage. unprotected p in v. consensual recording. oral (f & m receiving). riding. missionary. pet names (baby, princess, etc.) some aftercare.
A/N. another geto repost whoops. positive comments and reblogs are appreciated <33
You were going to strangle your boss.
Or, you would've entertained the idea had it not been for the hefty stack of ALMOST DUE bills cluttered around your kitchen table in bright red ink (and the very real possibility of ending up in jail, whoops).
Maybe you'd just stick with your original idea of writing a heavily worded word document. One that you'd never send, of course. But one that would explain the absurdity of this situation, nonetheless. Using your journalistic degree—and the many years of debt that it'd set you back, to come to an abandoned barn house in the middle of nowhere.
Unsolved mysteries and speculation led you to explore some complaints farmers had about missing chickens. On some hunch that Venom as the city dubbed him had been responsible.
Brown, dried out leaves crunched underneath your feet with each step as you slowly began to approach the abandoned barn. A coyote howled in the distance, the sound of cicadas buzzing around only adding to the animal symphony. You wouldn't be surprised if a chainsaw popped out from the back of the barn and began chasing you down.
"Can't be that bad, right?" You muttered to yourself, standing in front of the tightly shut doors. Trying (and failing) to convince yourself to go through with this investigation instead of tailgating it straight out of this horror scene. You managed to get the heavy door open, its hinges creaking obnoxiously. No chainsaw in sight—okay.
Holding the small candle in front of you, the area around you began to illuminate while you made your way further inside. Nothing out of the ordinary. A couple horses sleeping in their stables, buckets and rakes in almost every corner. Until you approached the chicken coops. Flies buzzed around a couple of the spaces, bunching up in the masses.
Shooing them away, you peered your head inside. And you almost immediately wished that you hadn't. Instead of getting an angry chicken looking back at you, you only got to see a chicken's body laying there. With no sight of the head anywhere. And while you were just a journalist for a mid tier newspaper.. even you could tell that it wasn't normal behavior.
SWISH.
A sudden burst of air hit your face, the hinges of the barn door creaking even further. The culprit had been just a couple meters away and you'd missed it. You jogged outside to try to see if you could catch a glimpse, looking up and down. Only to receive nothing but the buzzing cicadas from earlier.
In the short amount of time it'd taken you to come out, whatever—or whoever was out there, disappeared in the blink of an eye. You were left standing there with your mouth agape, camera weighing heavily in your hand. And now, a missed call from your boss.
"Hello?" You decided to answer the second call, pacing around the barn. Trying to think of just how you were supposed to begin to explain this. How every fiber in your being felt Venom's presence.. without actually facing him. Without actually having any proof that he was even here in the first place.
"I'd appreciate it if you answered my calls the first time around," her voice snapped out from the other line, an agitated groan leaving her lips. "I called to ask how the investigation was going. I'm assuming you have what you need to have the paper by tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow?" All the blood in your body ran cold, even more than the near death experience. The woman's working you into an early grave.
And all you received in response to your question was another groan. You could practically picture her pinching the bridge of her nose by now. "Yes, tomorrow. I plan on having it released a couple days from now, you know how the process is."
"Right, right, yeah. I'll get the paper to you by tomorrow," You assured her, your steps starting to get faster. It wouldn't be that hard, right? You just had to do what a couple journalists hadn't achieved in months by tomorrow morning. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm screwed," you muttered to yourself, pushing your phone into the depths of your pocket.
The animals woke up from their nap, looking over at you with an unamused expression. "Don't look at me like that," you hissed out, catching a glimpse of them before letting out a groan, "And now I'm arguing with a bunch of animals." A slow breath left your lungs, forcing yourself to calm down. You'd just work with what you had in front of you.
Only drops of blood staining the tan floor in front of you served to prove that you weren't seeing things. You set the candle aside and pulled your camera out of your bag, starting to take pictures from whatever angle you could muster up. Whatever angle would look the most inconspicuous and mysterious to the newspaper editors.
You couldn't help but feel like something was staring at you—gauging every single one of your movements when you stepped out of the barn. The creature wouldn't have been stupid enough to stick around, would it? You looked up at the barn roof, almost expecting to see something ready to attack. But once again, a whole load bucket of absolutely nothing.
You truly didn't get paid enough to deal with this.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
An unquenchable thirst consumed Suguru's being inside and out, the urge completely taking over any last sense of rationale that he had remaining. Taking over every single last one of his thoughts. Even with the warm, iron taste of blood coating every single one of his tastebuds—the need wasn't satisfied. It wasn't nearly enough.
It almost felt like it would never be enough.
Dried crimson smudges smeared across elongated canines, pieces of raw flesh sticking to the ends. A mix of his own drool and blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin and bare body. A body that wasn't really quite his own. Or more accurately, a body that wasn't just his anymore.
Suguru wasn't completely sure what the thing was, originally thinking of it as curse when he'd been sent out by Yaga to 'handle' the issue. Ironically enough, for the same thing that you were investigating just now. Except that he went to absorb it, the black glob in the ground didn't behave anything like a cursed spirit.
The taste of vomit and shit was one that Suguru was used to by now. The taste of every single one of humanity's evil doings—from lust to greed—sticking to the back of his throat while his body absorbed that very same evil. It was a taste that he couldn't get rid of no matter how hard
The little glob didn't taste like anything going down, which probably should've served as the first red flag. One of the other things was that the little thing didn't exactly appear on his command—much like the others in his repertoire, but rather when the thing wanted to make itself known. Like it had rational thinking.
It'd somehow bonded with Suguru's DNA, latching onto him for survival. Even with every method that he'd tried to take it off—prying it off with a metal bar, burning it off, freezing, it was all pointless. The little thing would just stick its gooey tongue out at him before retreating back to the safety of his own body. Going so far as to claim that they were the 'perfect match.'
Dead chicken heads cluttered around his feet, the sound of bones crunching against each other and the last desperate clucks in vain still echoed throughout his skull. Even a couple pieces of flesh remained on the tips of his teeth, the creature inside of him savoring each last bit of the pieces. Better than it being a human, at the very least.
He'd become too sloppy. That much was clear after you'd almost caught him in the barn earlier. If you'd been even just a second faster, you would've noticed him sticking to the side of the roof with no problem. Despite every sense in his body being enhanced, he'd almost gotten caught. All for his blood thirsty to have chickens before going back home for dinner.
How'd this even become a problem? Suguru had made it a point to take just a few chickens—just enough to satiate the thirst that seemed to run deep within his veins. Taking a few from a different farms scattered across the countryside shouldn't have been suspicious.. and yet here he was. Being investigated.
The smart thing to do would just to leave the chickens alone for now, right?
Just leave the whole thing alone. That would be easy...
Until he had the stupid idea to swing by your apartment. Just to make sure that you'd gotten home safe after driving in the snow. And maybe think of some lie of how he got stuck out with Gojo on a mission again, anything that would ease the suspicions you had.
After spending what seemed to be an eternity waiting for some kind of sign to show up, for the culprit to make themselves known—you decided to call it a night. With just a couple photographs and a new conversation topic for your therapist in the following days. And now you were stuck writing a multi page article with nothing but good vibes and a couple dead chickens.
Can after can of unfinished energy drinks cluttered the expanse of your desk, serving as a paperweight for the several papers that laid in front of you. The laptop screen in front of you illuminated your face, nearly blinding as every tab you could find in regard to Venom was opened up. Which was a complete grand total of three articles.
All built up on pure speculation. Exactly what the farmers had told you during their interview—rambling about it being a two headed monster, a soul snatcher, a demon. The eerie presence that hung around the farm was too strong to be ignored.. and yet, no one had actually found the source behind it. No source, no reliable clues, nothing. Just a whole load of absolutely nothing.
The simple fact remained that no one had managed to catch a glimpse of it. Or probably, no one had managed to catch a glimpse of it and live to tell the story. The photos didn't offer much either—they were all either blurred, heavily edited, or just outright AI generated. Each failed result just made the pounding headache thumping against your head all the much worse.
Just what were you supposed to tell your boss and the multitudes of readers?
A loud thump against your window distracted you from looking at your computer screen for different job offers. A thump too heavy to just be a result of the snowfall outside. To open it or not to open it? You stayed still in your spot, gulping down more of the battery acid to keep yourself for a couple more hours. Until another thump. And the third thump came.
You reluctantly got off the chair, padding over towards the window. Nothing. The night sky was completely empty, albeit for a couple snow flakes that were starting to coat the streets in a thin white sheet. Your gaze went down to the three pebbles lying on the floor, matching the number of thuds you'd heard earlier.
"What the fuck?" You muttered to yourself, looking up from the pebbles. The words died in your throat when you looked up to see big, white eyes boring into your own. Not exactly what you were expecting to see living in the second floor. You scrambled away from the window, your heart beating against your chest as you heard the creature scratching against the glass.
The same creature that you were trying to write an article about was scratching against your window, each one grating against your eardrums. Had it been tracking your movements down since you'd left the barn..? Before you had the chance to begin questioning it further, it slid through the crack in the window like slime. Reaching up and up until it reached the lock.
Slipping inside of your apartment in a span of seconds, Venom stood in front of you. Its head pressed against the ceiling, taking over the space it had available with ease. Chills ran down your back when the creature met your gaze—his stare unsettling. The way a predator would look at its prey. It didn't help that you could practically see it salivating as it took you in.
The chickens were the appetizer and you were about to be the full course meal.
"You're the one writing those articles," not a question, just a simple statement. Its voice came out like something out of an alien movie. You rubbed the back of your neck, awkwardly looking up at the goo-like creature. Trying to figure out what lie you could pull out of your ass.
"I mean, not exactly. There's a lot of people writing those articles, mine don't really get as much traction," you were babbling the first thing that came to mind, trying to buy yourself enough time. Enough time to figure out if jumping out of the second window in just your pajamas was too stupid of an idea. Except... that Venom wasn't even paying attention to you anymore.
It busied itself with picking up one of the various news articles, an indignant scoff leaving its mouth. Holding up the offensive piece of paper up to his face, its eyes narrowing down at you. "If you answer this wrong, I'll be eating your brains. If you answer it right, I'll be eating your arm. Do you think this is the most flattering picture of me?"
You looked over at the picture, trying to discern what was so wrong with it. Seeing Venom face to face, this was the closest thing that resembled it. "It's red but it still looks like you somewhat," you shrugged. Though your eyes quickly widened seeing Venom lick their lips, almost hungrily. Like it'd been waiting for you to say the wrong answer.
"But no, I don't think it's the most flattering. Doesn't look like you at all," you quickly backtracked with a nervous laugh, stepping back just the slightest bit. Just to where the creature wouldn't notice you were slowly slipping away. The creature seemed satisfied with that answer, slamming the photo down onto the wooden desk.
"So unfair that I'm still getting compared to that thing."
"That thing?"
"Carnage."
Venom picked up the camera that laid next to the disorganized stack of papers—holding it up to his face. "Not bad, could've done with some better lighting," he tsked, looking through the pictures you'd taken earlier at the farm. "There wasn't any better lighting," you grumbled, folding your arms across your chest. The subtle click of the camera filled up the room as the creature continued to look through the photographs.
Until even it got tired of multiple copies of the same photos. Venom held up the camera lens to face its slimy face, having the nerve to smile just as the flash came on. "There. A much better picture for your references," the creature spoke almost proudly.. holding up your camera to take another photo of itself. Taking on a more serious expression. "Replace those ugly ones on Google."
Venom moved across your room curiously, exploring it like something out a museum. Picking up the articles you had scattered throughout your desk, holding it up underneath his scrutinizing gaze. And then.. the first change started to happen. Its mask began to disintegrate, human flesh starting to show underneath its cover.
You were delirious. That was the only possible explanation. The fumes from the filthy manure finally infiltrated your brain. The sight of the dead chickens was starting to mess up your cognitive function. "Suguru?"
"Surprise," now he sounded nervous, looking everywhere in the room except at your face.
All the little signs that Suguru had been displaying throughout the past couple weeks slowly started to make sense. From being insistent to be the one to wash his uniform (not that you'd minded at the time) to coming back home at the ass crack of dawn. Claiming that a mission held him up. And still, you found yourself wanting to believe that maybe you were just hallucinating.
"I didn't scare you too badly, right?" he approached you slowly, like he was the one that had to be cautious. You stayed frozen in spot, your mouth agape even as he came to hold your hips.
"Wait, so you're the murderer? How long has it been going on for? A-And why'd you show up here as Venom?" The questions spilled out of you, struggling to even begin to wrap your head around this.
Choosing to ignore your other questions, he simply answered, "You wanted to write your article, didn't you? What better way to do that than to keep track of our exclusive interview." Your phone looked ridiculously tiny held in between two digits, one of his fingertips tapping at the screen. To get the camera app set up?
Suguru placed the camera against one of the perfume bottles on the desk, capturing your bed in the frame. "What's that for?" you questioned, looking over at him as he moved around your room. No longer with that curious gaze, but the usual comfortability instead. "It'll be easier for you to remember if you have it digitized."
Your bed squeaked underneath his weight as Suguru went to lie down, resting his hands behind his head. "Come on, princess. The interview's more comfortable this way," he patted down on the spot next to him, a couple of your stuffed animals flying to the floor from the sheer force of his hand.
"So, what do you want to know?" Suguru questioned, running one of his fingers down the sheer material of your sleep shirt. Bunching up the thin material underneath his hands before slowly raising it up to your stomach. Abnormally cold hands slid up your torso, goosebumps forming instinctively at the touch.
"Why'd you murder the chickens? Not like we're missing any food at home," You looked over at the camera, making sure it was recording. And trying to avoid looking at Suguru. Was he still the person that you fell in love with? Well, clearly not.. but maybe, just maybe, the symbiote hadn't changed him?
You weren't sure how to deal with the possibility that the thing inside him had changed him completely. But Suguru was still gentle, his fingertips lightly caressing your body while he let out a small hum. Considering his answer.
"The thing inside me craves blood. Morning, day, and night. It's like an urge. An itch that I can't really control," Suguru moved his hand up your shirt, letting out a small hum. "I know that doesn't answer your question. Give me a bit."
Suguru grasped one of your breasts in his hand, rubbing his thumb against your areola. Feeling your nipples getting harder and harder underneath his fingertip, both from the cold seeping in through the slightly ajar window and his actions. He did the same to your right breast, slowly taking his time to move down your body. Eliciting all the goosebumps he could muster within you.
Suguru's fingers rubbed slightly against your clothed cunt, tracing the outline of your folds through the flimsy material. "Or better yet. Why do you think I murdered the chickens?" the deflection was smooth, even you had to admit that much. His fingers were just as smooth, sliding your panties to the side to reveal your already glistening cunt.
The two digits began moving in a scissoring motion, slowly starting to spread you open. It was hard to focus on the damn chickens when all you wanted was for him to keep going. Your hips bucked up to meet his hand, getting the slightest bit of friction against his palm. Just as soon as that sense of relief came over you, it was quickly ripped away.
Suguru pulled his fingers out of your pussy, bringing them up to his lips. Wrapping his lips around them and sucking on them like a decadent dish, rolling his eyes back. "I'll be nice, even though you didn't answer. Want a little taste?" You simply nodded at his question, leaning up to meet his lips. Suguru closed the gap in between you two, pressing his lips against your own.
The first thing you could taste was yourself, the taste clinging onto his lips for dear life. Your tongue ran over his bottom lip, picking up the remnants.
“If I knew why'd you murdered the chickens, I wouldn't be asking," you pointed out, a small gasp leaving your lips. His thumb teased your clit yet again, teasing you to that crescendo before letting it drop again.
"But you're so smart, baby. I wanted to hear your thoughts on why chickens. Why not dogs? Why not cats?" Suguru spoke in puzzles, only serving to confuse you even further. "Come on, put that big brain to use and let me hear your thoughts."
"Because.. it's easier to overlook?" You blurted out the first thing that came to mind, trying to put your 'big brain' to use without blanking out completely.
Suguru clicked his tongue, nodding his head from his spot in between your legs. "Something like that, yeah. I thought no one would really notice if a couple chickens went missing," he looked up at you, amethyst eyes almost seeming to sparkle underneath the moon.
The only time where Suguru didn't feel like the hunger was all consuming was when he was in between your legs, eating you out to his heart's content (or until you had to pull him off you after the nth orgasm, either or). "Could smell you all the way outside the window. Such a good scent," he all but purred into your skin, completely removing your panties off.
Just how enhanced were his senses now? Maybe that should be your next question. If you remembered, that is.
Sharp canines grazed upon your inner thighs, the movement surprisingly gentle. For someone who'd just bit off a chicken's head with those same teeth, anyways. His long tongue licked a stripe up your inner thigh, sucking on the supple skin and savoring the taste all the while. Your hips bucked up in need of something more, only to quickly being pinned down by his hands.
"Let me take my time, princess. Savor this," He looked over at you, a firm grip on your thighs. "I'll give you what you want, I promise," Suguru hadn't even done anything—and he was already starting to get delirious. He could practically taste you from here, could feel the scent of you completely invading his senses. All he could think about was you, you, and you.
The stretch of the symbiote's long, pink tongue as he pushed it in deeper into your cunt had you gripping the sheets beneath you all that much tighter. The silken sheets bunching up underneath your vice grip. Just the tongue was enough to reach up where your boyfriend's cock normally did.
You writhed against the silk bedsheets, your eyes struggling to stay open as the tongue pushed further inside of you. Filling you up with so much ease. It slowly retracted, pushing back inside of you with one swift motion. "D-Don't stop," you let out a gasp, your back arched while the tongue reached deep within you.
"So tasty," a low gravelly voice that didn't quite belong to Suguru sounded from the back of his throat. The different entity living within his body. "Don't get used to it," Suguru's voice came out muffled, tongue-deep inside of your cunt. His tongue eagerly lapped up and every drop of your slick, coating his mouth and chin.
He pulled away for the slightest bit, letting his spit dribble down on to your pussy. Watching intently at the way your walls clenched at just that, the way you twitched with just the lightest of movements. "F-Fuck, Sugu!" A whine left your lips, feeling his fingers push into you again. Curling them just right, hitting that sweet spot inside of you with each thrust.
"So good," he babbled against your cunt, the tip of his tongue swirling against your clit. "T-Taste so fucking good, I love you," Suguru rutted his hips pathetically onto the edge of the bed, leaving his precum onto the sheets. The hand that wasn't essentially knuckle-deep inside you wrapped around his cock, thrusting himself in time with your own.
The symbiote's tongue was quick, precise in the way that it flicked around your clit. Suguru swirled it around the nub, letting out mindless groans and babbles as he leaked further into his hand. Your cunt gushed around his fingers—squelching with every thrust of his fingers he gave. You tightened up around them, your fingers digging in further into the bedsheets.
"G-Gonna cum, gonna cum," you babbled out, your toes curling. It was just so deep, so good, so much of everything. "Cum all over my fingers, pretty. Wanna taste you so bad," Suguru managed to get out through his own whines and babbles. You felt that pressure inside of you build up before finally releasing—covering his fingers in your release when you came.
Suguru took his fingers out, replacing them with his tongue to lap up every last drop that started to leak down your thighs. With one final kiss against your folds, he pulled away to clean away his fingers. You sat up, coming face to face with his cock now that he was standing up.
And to call it a beast was short of an understatement.
Your swollen lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, struggling to completely get him inside of your mouth. It was just so.. thick. You looked up at him, your eyes starting to water up from the way your jaw was starting to slack. "You don't have to, princess," Suguru cooed down at you, wiping away your tears with his thumb. Though, even he would be a fool to deny this sight was anything short of perfect.
You looked absolutely sinful on your knees, your cheeks hollowing out in some attempt to ease the way down. You ignored the warning, slowly starting to bob your head down his shaft. Becoming complacent with the fact you wouldn't dare to try to take all of him in—not unless you wanted a quick trip to the hospital and an awkward explanation to the ER doctors.
With the spit pooled up in your mouth, you blew bubbles on the tip of Suguru's cock before letting it dribble down his shaft. One of your hands wrapped around the base, slowly starting to twist your wrist and start to jerk off what you couldn't reach. "F-Fuck, that's it, princess. So good," Suguru moaned out, one of his own hands resting on the back of your head.
"If you want me to keep going—answer me this. Have you hurt any civilians?" You pulled your mouth away, a string of saliva connecting you to the tip of his leaking cock. Suguru let out an exasperated groan, "No. I haven't. I don't want to hurt any people."
Even from this awkward angle on the floor, you could tell that he was telling the truth. Finally. You continued to drool on his cock, the filthy sounds of you gagging on it when the tip hit the back of your throat echoing through the thin walls. Your tongue traced through the thick veins on the sides, feeling Suguru's thighs twitch beside you.
"O-Oh f-fuck," Suguru bit on his fist, his head lolling back the more you tried to push his cock inside your mouth. Your tongue licked down the underside of his cock, going all the way to his heavy balls. You looked up to see Suguru struggling to meet your gaze, his chest heaving and strangled breaths leaving his lips.
Your tongue drew small circles on the sac before you took it in your mouth, sucking on them. "Wait, wait," Suguru started off, gently pulling you off, "Need to come inside you." He grabbed your hand, helping you off the floor.
Though the camera was still running on the nightstand, you decided to make mental notes of everything he was saying. Just in case. You weren't even completely sure if you'd remember by the end of the night. Suguru made himself comfortable just like at the start of the night—and the pieces started to click together. No way the man wanted you to ride him now.
"S-Suguru, I can't," the words escaped your lips in a hiss, slowly impaling yourself onto the first two inches of the large cock underneath you. Not even enough to completely get the tip in. Each inch felt like it was splitting you apart all over again.
"Yes you can, you're taking it so well baby," Suguru cooed, watching as you slowly sunk yourself down on his cock. Squeezing the life out of him while you tried to find your momentum.
You could already imagine the words on your tombstone— death by monster dick.
Suguru placed his hands on your hips, gently squeezing the flesh to ease your movements. "There you go, that's it. That's it, take it for me," he encouraged your movements with each bounce you were giving on his—the symbiote's(?)—cock.
Suguru looked over to see his cock nudging a bulge in your tummy when he thrusted up into you, the sight nearly having him close to an orgasm again. He thrusted in deeper, watching how the tip protruded with each one. "S-Sugu, you're in too deep," you moaned out, practically feeling the man in your guts. And he wasn't even fully in. You wouldn't be surprised if he could reach your guts.
Your hips gyrated, trying to keep up some sense of rhythm. You pressed your hands firmly against their chest for some semblance of balance, feeling the goon underneath your fingertips sticking to your fingers. "Take it, take it," Suguru let out a moan of his own, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips. His feet pressed against the mattress, using you like a toy as he thrust himself in and out of your cunt.
"S-Sugu, too much, too much," you babbled out, struggling to keep up with the pace you'd set for yourself. That, and the absurdly big dick jackhammering you.
"You tired, baby?" His tone was sickly sweet as he spoke, pulling you off his cock and setting you down on the bed. "It's okay, I'll take care of you now. Just lay there and look pretty."
Suguru's body began to change back into its original form, the symbiote retreating back into his body. Thick, extensive tentacles protruded out of Suguru's back, each one wrapping around one of your limbs. Suguru slowly rubbed his cock across your folds, covering his length with your slick until it glistened against the moonlight peeking in through the windows.
Suguru slowly pushed the tip inside, feeling your walls tighten up against his shaft. "Is that better?" He looked down to watch for any signs of discomfort, and upon not finding any, he placed your legs up on his shoulders. Using the angle as leverage, hips snapping deeper inside of you.
"Taking everything I give you so well," his finger lightly caressed your cheek, the sharp thrust of his hips completely contradicting the gentleness he was trying to give. Your cunt covered his shaft with your slick, squelching as he slid it in and out of you. "Rub my clit, please, please," you let out a mewl, keeping your gaze directly on his own.
"Can't say no when you beg so pretty," His thumb slowly began to rub your clit, building up your orgasm for the second time tonight. Your walls clenched around him tightly, milking his cock in the process. Everything started to get too much, too little, you weren't really sure what you wanted. The only thing that you did know was, well, you wanted to cum.
“So. Fucking. Tight," each of his words was pronounced with a thrust, sweat dripping down from his forehead and covering his skin. Your orgasm hit you like a wave, a moan leaving your lips as you came. It was both a sight and a sound that Suguru couldn't find himself getting tired of even if he tried. His own hips began to grow sloppy, his thrusts losing all sense of rhythm while his balls continued to grow heavier.
A groan erupted from the back of Suguru's throat, his head thrown back while his eyes barely managed to stay open. "Take it baby, it's all yours," Suguru let out a groan, his hips growing more erratic. Your messy pussy was pushing him closer and closer to his own orgasm. You simply nodded your head against the pillow, your nails digging into his forearm.
"Y-Yeah, all mine," your moan came out so sweetly, being the last thing to push Suguru over the edge. Ropes of cum spurted deep inside of your cunt, filling you up almost immediately. He didn't bother to move just yet, remaining buried deep inside of your cunt. The only thing that he did do was start to press slow, sloppy kisses on your calves before setting your legs down on the bed.
A soft whine left your lips when Suguru pulled out his twitching cock, the tentacles retreating back inside of him. Globs of cum dripped down out of you, streaming down your thighs and ass. "I never harmed anyone in what I've been doing, by the way. I don't want to harm anyone, I promise. I'm still your Suguru," he whispered, low enough to where your phone wouldn't pick it up.
"Still your Suguru. Your Suguru," Entrusting those words to you and you only. His thick fingers pushed inside of your dripping cunt, pushing his cum back inside of you. Filling you completely yet again. Suguru pulled out of you once again, wiping his hand off with a rag on the bed stand.
"You okay?" Suguru whispered, using the rag to gently wipe away the sweat that dribbled down your forehead. One of his hands reached down, fingertips gently rubbing against your thighs in a bleak attempt to soothe the ache.
"No, think you and that cock earlier might've broken me," you mumbled, your voice coming out hoarse. At this rate, you'd have a noise complaint taped to your front door first thing in the morning. Suguru reached over for the nightstand next to you, opening up a water bottle. "Sit up for me just a little."
Your body ached even further, pushing yourself so at least your head would be straight. "I know, I know it hurts," Did he really? Suguru took a hold of your chin, lightly tipping it up before giving you slow gulps of water. Your throat cleared up with each sip, but you could practically feel your body crying out underneath you with each second you stayed up.
"You're okay, pretty girl. I'll take care of you, did so good for me," Suguru murmured praises against your back, wrapping his arms around your stomach and keeping you close. Keeping you far warmer than any blanket you've bought as of yet.
Silence clung onto the room, but it was a comfortable silence this time around. All of the previous tension had disappeared, leaving the two of you spent. "I know you're still my Suguru, but thank you for answering the questions. You scared the shit out of me when you popped up in the suit."
"I know. Wouldn't hurt you or another person, though. Please trust me," Suguru peppered a kiss onto your upper back, continuing with his gentle motions. After nearly splitting your body in half, he was being delicate. Keeping you safe and assured.
Suguru looked over at the drawer where your phone rested, remembering all about the 'interview' he'd signed up for. "I'm gonna go see how photogenic we were, I'll be right back," He spoke quietly, pressing a small kiss onto your forehead before getting up from the squeaky mattress. It'd been a miracle that the old thing hadn't given out just from tonight.
"Yeah, okay," you spoke through ragged breaths, watching him stand up and move through the shadows of your room. Suguru took his time in picking your phone up and looking through it, watching every second of the 'film.'
"Think we're gonna have to do re-do the interview," Suguru noted, watching through the footage recorded. The phone had toppled over around 1/3 into the video, completely coming to a stop shortly after with a 'storage full' pop-up. Your chest heaved, barely registering any of the words he was saying. Interview..?
Oh, right. The Venom article you still had to finish writing. By tomorrow. Very important.
"You don't mind that right, baby?"

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cockwarming adult!lottie because she might have gotten a little jealous... 😋 takes place when lottie still has the wellness center, tfem lottie. warning for legal age gap (reader is in 20s) and some possessive behavior / language!


this is torture. she's torturing you.
generally speaking, lottie wouldn't call herself a jealous person. you're hers as much as she is yours, and you've never given her any reason to think otherwise. but nonetheless, those thoughts and their corresponding emotions fester when she'd gone to pick you up from your campus earlier and seen you talking to someone. but it wasn't that, no, you chatted with your peers on the regular; what bothered her was just how close the other person was. their hand on your arm, lips turned up in some half-smirk-half-smile. you either hadn't caught on to what was them obviously flirting or— she doesn't want to entertain the possibility of an or.
when you climb into the passenger seat, dumping your bag and other belongings into the back, you can immediately tell that there's something off. lottie's shoulders are tense, and the leather on the steering wheel is creaking under her grip, but when you question her, she waves it off and gives the simple excuse of having a long day.
obviously, it was more than that, because here you are now. straddling her, face sitting in the crook of her neck, and her cock buried to the fucking hilt inside of you while she fills out paperwork. you've been instructed to remain still, with the lingering threat of being left untouched if you don't. you're fairly certain it's because of something that happened, something you might've done, but she won't give you any answers.
"l–lot, is—" you interrupt yourself with a hitch of your breath when her hips twitch up, a silent warning to be quiet. she needs to focus, doesn't she? your soft whimpers aren't helping any, but there's only so much she can do about that. not that she's actually working, she just has a point to prove.
after another what feels like a lifetime, (realistically, four or five minutes), you finally get some context into where her bad mood is coming from. "who was it that you were speaking with, when i came and picked you up?" it takes a moment or two, not only for the question to register but for you to connect the dots on what exactly she's talking about, but it's clearly not fast enough, because at your lack of response, lottie's fingers curl around your jaw and maneuver you away from the comfort of her skin, nails biting in subtle yet demanding way.
there's a sharpness in her eyes you see only in rare instances, the pen she was previously wielding discarded in favor of her palm skimming up and under the hem of your shirt. "i asked you a question, darling, and i expect an answer. who was it?"
you rummage around in your brain, stammering before getting your words in order. "a new transfer student, s–she—" you shiver, forced to take pause when her touch travels along your ribs. "she needed directions, so i was helping her o–on where her next class was."
lottie hums, pretending to consider what you'd said. it hardly matters, she has plans for you either way, though it does serve to soothe her nerves over just a little. you wait longer, expecting at least something in return, but instead, all of a sudden her hands are anchoring under your thighs and you're being lifted up; and then promptly discarded on the desk. she remains inside of your cunt, ensuring you're never completely seperated. the paperwork she was supposedly filling out will be ruined, if not now then soon, but they can always be reprinted.
"you're mine, sweetheart. you know that, don't you?" she guides you to lay back fully on the desk, one of your legs sitting lazily on her hip while the other remains held up by her hand. your lips part with the intention of saying something, maybe asking if she was uncomfortable with what she saw or thought she saw, or giving her a 'yes, i know', but all words fly out of the window when she's pulling back and then thrusting forward again, the muffled clap of your thighs against her own through the loose fabric of her gown a delicious sound.
you've never seen her jealous. really, you didn't know she got jealous, but you'd been lying if you said you didn't find it at least a tiny bit thrilling. lottie is known for her impeccable composure, and watching that slip from her grasp so she can ruin you on expensive furniture she frequently utilizes sends your mind reeling.
she's rougher than usual, but not unkind. by the time she pulls out, panting and spent, you're left practically boneless, eyes glossed over and head empty. when she hums again, it's smug, amused as her gaze follows both her cum and yours dripping out of you and onto the floor. your entire body jerks at the feel of her fingers prodding at your entrance before pushing inside, two, three times before they're gone again.
"can't have that going to waste, can we?"
#a little gift before the release of episode 5#still haven't recovered from ep 4... don't talk to me#lottie matthews#lottie matthews x reader#lottie matthews x you#lottie matthews smut#yellowjackets#yellowjackets x reader#yellowjackets x you#yellowjackets smut#simone kessell#† antlersaint#† my works
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♫⋆ ₊˚ toxic til the end!

call us what we are, toxic from the start...toxic!boyfriends ft. karasu tabito, michael kaiser, nagi seishiro, and itoshi rin.
tw: toxic behavior (duh), mentions of violence (kaiser), foul language
notes: fem reader! part 2 + part 3 for rin!

karasu sees green the instant he catches you with any other guy; heck he even cares which girls you hang around. it's a pitfall of his, he doesn't see himself as enough, just the average joe, so he doesn't trust that you love him enough, that you'll stick with him. hell, you should've taken the first warning—when he was upset that you were with your male cousin and his friends even before you two began dating. and now? it's tenfold worse, you can't do anything without his approval.
karasu thrusts his phone into your line of sight, eyes cold.
"care to explain, sweetheart?" but there's no trace of sugar in his honey-like words. you peer at the screen, confused.
"it's a picture of me...and my friend...at his birthday party?" you're confused at what he wants you to say, was it not obvious by the stupid little silver party hats atop both your heads in that digital camera shot?
"so? why're you posted alone with him?" tabito scoffs. "who is this guy anyway, why've i never seen or heard of him?"
"he's a friend of my parents, and we only ever see each other occasionally. i was only really invited because-"
"you're alone. with him."
"he took a solo shot with everyone, tabito! it was his damn birthday!" you're exasperated already. karasu was always a bit odd with who you were with when he wasn't there, and he seemed to recently have taken up stalking your socials and anyone who was connected to you. it's almost as if he was trying to catch you with somebody else in that way, and it hurt. did he not believe it when you told him that you loved him every morning and night? and this wasn't even near the first time, no, he had been questioning everyone you interacted with since a few weeks after you'd started dating, and although it had been almost a year by now, he seemed to grow more persistent if anything.
karasu reads your expression in a heartbeat, and he knows. if he doesn't act now, you'll slip far away from him. so he forces up a smile, murmurs an apology, and kisses you, distracting you from your worries. it's why you can never bring yourself to break up with him, he knows exactly how to play you into the palm of his hand. you think you're in love, even if your boyfriend is a bit twisted: jealous and possessive.

michael kaiser loves you. that's a fact, set in stone so clearly that you wonder why you doubt him. even if he snaps at you, even if he picks fights for no reason, even if he nearly slaps you, it's all out of love, right?
the day he breaks you is a frigid and rainy, afternoon. you're over at his place, fussing over michael because he's been coughing quite a bit, believing him to have caught some kind of cold.
"what are you doing?" he hisses, watching you mess around his forehead, hands pressed to it.
"checking to see if you're sick," you reply, frowning slightly, the concern evident on your face. he was a bit warm, but not enough to warrant a fever. "mihya, you should wear a thicker jacket or something before going out-"
"the fuck you are, my mom or something? i've practically lived on the streets since birth, i can take care of myself." he interjects, swatting your hand away like your presence was akin to a pesky bug's.
"i-i just wanted to..." you feel so small against him.
"to what?" his tone is dangerous now, eyes gleaming with an anger you've come to fear. had you caught him in a bad mood? you can't fight the tears slowly precipitating in your eyes, and when michael sees this he only makes it worse.
"and now you're crying? the fuck is this, you trying to make yourself the victim here?" his blonde locks in your vision blur, the teardrops now a steady waterfall leaking away. the room walls suddenly feel too white, like they're closing in on you, and oh, you might just suffocate if you don't get out of the damn room right now. every time, you tell yourself it's the last you allow him to mistreat you like this; you try to believe you're tired of him. so you storm out his front door wordlessly, back turned, and he waits until you're outside in the pouring rain before he allows his facade to fall, lips twisting into a scowl.
you're blubbering in the rain like an idiot on a phone call to your best friend, without an umbrella and now hopelessly drenched. she swears up and down that it's not normal for your boyfriend to act like this, you should leave him for good this time. and you're almost ready to believe her and cut yourself loose, almost.
kaiser picks the perfect time to show up, holding a black umbrella over the both of you. before he can ask who you're calling, you've already hung up, refusing to meet his piercing gaze.
"hey," he says softly, his demeanor a full 360 from how he was acting minutes before. "i'm sorry, liebe. i went too far, huh?" cold, slender fingers tilting your chin up, forcing you to look.
you just sniffle, averting his stare and still juggling the idea of leaving him. but it's futile, as if he can read your mind, because he says "i swear i won't do that again. don't leave me, please." and his tone is oh so heartbreaking now that you can't not look at him. that's the mistake which seals your demise because when you see his eyes, you're a lost cause under his spell.
"m'sorry," you mutter, as if you have anything to apologize for. he merely nods.
"i love you," michael whispers, and you hate that you actually believe him. he's just so manipulative, and you've developed a taste for his sweet venom.

nagi genuinely doesn't lift a finger some days. being with him is so tiring, so much work, on top of your already jam-packed schedule. what's worse is that nagi can't seem to understand.
"why're you avoiding me all the time?" nagi whines from the sofa.
"sei- huh?" you're baffled. you'd already told him that you had a group project for a university class and that you would likely be occupied, but nagi didn't get it.
"reo says he sees you on campus with this other guy a lot."
"sei, that's my groupmate! and it's not like we're alone, there's always three other people with us!"
"so you like them better than me?"
you have to stay silent to avoid snapping at him.
"y'know, you're bein' a real hassle right now," he sighs from under the blankets, clicking lazily at his xbox controller.
"oh, i'm the hassle now? who just cleaned your filthy living room, cooked us dinner, and did your laundry?" you're seething, was he really just a toddler in the body of a 6-foot teen?
eventually, you've had enough. it doesn't even feel like you're his girlfriend—more like you're his maid, hired help. when you end things over text, he doesn't even bother to reply to your message. it's honestly impressive.

it's a surprise to you that itoshi rin asks you out—you didn't think you were anything to him—just a classmate at most. but there was something so alluring to his cold personality, and you wanted so badly to understand him. not to mention that he was drop dead gorgeous.
so you don't think about the reasons he could have for asking you, of all people, to date him. you blindly say yes, believing that he liked you.
and he was a perfect boyfriend at first, you swear! all of your friends acted like you were the it couple: he would take you on dates in his luxurious sports car after class, pay for dinner, willingly take your instagram photos, hell even your parents liked him.
you didn't think anything could go wrong, not a hint of something amiss in the relationship, until last week. last week when his childhood best friend suddenly broke up with her boyfriend of two years, coincidentally the exact same week rin became distant.
suddenly he's taking her to the same places in the shotgun seat of the lamborghini that you used to sit in. and you pretend not to mind that much, after all they were friends. and she did just go through a breakup. it was only natural for rin to want to comfort her, right?
fuck yourself for being naive. you should've known from the things rin had told you. the impact that she's had on him was clear as day to anyone. she was his first friend, first crush, first kiss, first everything. oh, except they'd never dated! though it seemed that itoshi was deadset on changing that as well, ignoring his own girlfriend for her sake. and really, how would you ever compare to someone like her?
"rin, who're you even dating?" you complain to him as soon as he finally has the time to come over, something you'd pestered him for days about. you're partially convinced that he only did so just to shut you up.
"huh?" it's an emotionless reply.
"given all the time you spend with her, you might as well be dating her instead," you begin, ready to rant. it's unsettling, how unbothered he is by the whole ordeal—like he doesn't even have it in him to care about how you feel.
"that's a great idea." he interrupts. it's your turn to be confused now.
"huh?" you echo back, eyes wide.
"let's break up." couldn't he pretend, just a little, that he felt some unease about this? yet all you see is his expressionless face, and maybe even a hint of a smile if you squint.
"seriously?" you can't believe him.
"why would i be joking?"
"y'know what, fine! go ahead," you huff, shooing him out of your house before you collapse on the sofa, berating yourself for believing that he ever loved you. of course you couldn't be good enough for itoshi rin.
but apparently she was, because a few days later, on her instagram story, she's shoulder to shoulder with rin at the beach, him sporting an uncharacteristically wide grin, fingers interlaced. he'd never smiled like that with you. the text read "my day one luvr" and rin was tagged. you bite back a gag.
word eventually gets around that he only dated you to make her jealous. great, you hate that he had you participating in his sick little game.

a/n: been thinking ab this song all week now, i could not resist LOL. me when i realize bllk lowk has no green flags...also rin's is sm longer is my fav that obvious?
ılılılılılılı now playing: toxic till the end by rosé, heather by conan gray, tumblr girls by g-easy.
masterlist!
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sweet and soft | elrond peredhel
okay LISTEN
I read this prompt about the elves ears DAYS ago and it has not left me alone. it being their most sensitive part of their body along with touching their ears meaning you want courtship.... and I then had a dream about this with Elrond
not a drop of angst in here, I want to kiss him so bad
enjoy!
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Sunlight cradles the two of you from where you sit among the gardens in Lindon. It is a rare day where the High King has given Elrond reprieve from his duties as Herald, and you both took the opportunity to spend the time together in the gardens where you’d met.
Elrond only had one condition: You had to play for him. As your skill with a violin was renowned, you’d earned your place as High King Gil-Galad’s violinist who was often called upon for important events. It was what had initially drawn Elrond to you, seeing you playing at Gil-Galad's feast.
That was almost six months ago. Now you find yourself enraptured by the Half-Elven man with his head in your lap, your fingers idly carding through unruly curls as you recite lines of poetry from the book he’d brought to read.
Your first mistake in being so engrossed in your poetry is that you miss Elrond’s breathing hitch when your fingers ghost the tips of his ears. He is aware, as are you, what the implications are behind touching the ears of another elf. Elrond has never made the depth of his feelings for you known.
He is cognizant of one detail, at minimum. Elrond wants to court you.
He is also aware that his cheeks are burning as he turns to press his head into your thigh.
Your fingers curl just beneath the neckline of his shirt before dancing upward once again and repeating the same motion. Out of the corner of his eye, Elrond catches the faint smile upturning your lips as you peer down to meet his gaze. His eyes are astonishing already, but washed in the glow of the morning sun, he almost seems as if he is sent straight from the Valar themselves.
“Is something wrong, Elrond?” You ask innocently. He reaches up to snap the poetry book shut, allowing him the opportunity to sit up and face you. “I thought you were enjoying the poetry. This is our weekly routine, after all.”
He takes those next few beats of silence to allow his eyes to sweep across your face. Elrond has known you to be somewhat of a mischievous person, feigning innocence and naivety in situations where repercussions are demanded if fault is admitted.
“I was simply admiring the person who chooses to spend their waking hours with me instead of making practical use of their time,” Elrond remarks, voice stuttering as you curled your fingers into the lengthening curls at his temples to tug him close to you. “And how devious you are.”
You grin widely at him. Elrond is the only person you have ever allowed yourself to be genuine with. Being in Gil-Galad’s favor means that you so often have to wear a practiced facade of grace and poise. There is no room for child like behaviors.
Being with Elrond allows you to truly, truly embrace the very being of who you are. That is one of the many characteristics you have come to love about him.
“Me? Devious? Surely you are joking." You tease. "All I did was-“
He catches your hand before you can do it again. The two of you sit there in silence for a brief moment as you stare at your hand caught in his own. It’s the first time he’s really taken it. Sure, the two of you have walked with one another in these gardens plenty of times, but only as friends.
You have wanted Elrond for what feels like lifetimes. For the sake of yourself and for him as parts of Gil-Galad’s court, you chose to love him from afar. You didn’t want to impose upon Elrond. He already carried enough.
However, given the way he’s looking at you, part of you quietly wonders if he feels the same way and chose not to speak it for fear of your rejection.
Elrond takes each one of your fingers and spreads them apart, laying a kiss on each fingertip before enclosing your hand with his own. Your breath stuttered in your chest as he leaned impossibly closer.
“You know what it means to touch the ears of another elf,” Elrond said lowly. It almost sounds like barely concealed restraint. “Do not tread upon a path you do not wish to walk down.”
You hum softly and grab his chin with your fingers so he will look at you. Trepidation lingers in the depths of the gray irises that stare back into yours. “And if it is a path I wish to tread upon?” You whisper. “Let it be my choice.”
Elrond shudders as your fingers trail upward to tangle in his hair again, and he finds himself unable to breathe as you slowly shift your positions so you can settle yourself into his lap. It's a bold move considering you have done little else outside of resting your head on his shoulder and holding his arm as you venture Lindon's gardens. You're quietly praying that you have not overstepped a boundary.
Elrond doesn’t push you away. He welcomes it. He welcomes you.
He tries to focus on the sights around him to avoid the fear of disappointing you lingering in the back of his mind. You are a sight to behold among Lindon’s gardens. Despite the wonders of the sights around him, none of the flora and fauna that have grown here over the centuries are comparable to you.
“Hey,” You call softly. “Where did you go, nin mel?”
Elrond is not usually one to fumble over his words, but they roll off his tongue before he can stop his rambling, “I do not want to bring any disappointment if I am not what you wish me to be.”
You’d be lying if you said the statement didn’t make you melt. He was so earnest and sweet when it came to ensuring he lived up to what other people wanted but so often gave himself such little credit. “Elrond,” You began, taking his hands into your own to press them against your waist. “I have wanted you for so long. You could never disappoint me, meleth nin.”
You bend your head to the juncture where his jaw meets his neck and place a kiss thereupon. As you anticipate, Elrond groans low in his throat and grasps you more tightly. “Please,” He breathes, breath hot against your ear as you drum your fingers against his neck. “Please touch me.”
It was the closest to a declaration you were going to get at that moment. He wants you to be near to him, to touch him, to be witness to the rawest and most vulnerable parts that he so often hid from everyone else. He had to hide. Who would want to see the human side of the Half-Elven Herald of the King?
You tilt your head and gently graze your fingertips over his ears as he bends his own head to meet your mouth halfway. It's cataclysmic. You've been dreaming about this moment since the first time he asked you to play for him at the very end of one of Gil-Galad's feasts with the other elves who dwelt in Lindon.
Elrond shudders as you come together and lifts a hand to touch your jaw just beneath your own ear.
The action alone causes you to gasp just enough for him to take the opportunity to kiss you more deeply, licking into your mouth with a low groan as you wind your fingers through his hair.
"Elrond," You breathe. The two of you pull away just enough to feel the warm breath of the other on your skin, your fingers twirling circles against his temples as he worked at undoing the braids that hung over your shoulders. You want more of him. You want to bury yourself in his heart and never let anyone hurt him again. "That was-"
"I would very much like to do it again. And again, and again, until you are rendered breathless," Elrond whispers, reaching to the side to pluck a lily from the flower bed before tucking it behind your ear. There is hope lingering on the edge of his tone as he looks at you. A hidden promise for something that you both can chase, not a futile dream he has to chase alone. "But only after I hear you play."
You stand to your feet and motion for the violin case beside him. "One on condition," You reply as you tuck your chin into the base of the instrument and poise your bow against its strings. "There must be more kisses at the end of this song."
You swallow the knot in your throat as the melody begins to echo in the gardens, allowing Elrond the opportunity to lean back on his elbows and peer up at you from his spot on the blanket. "I believe that can be arranged. Is there anything else?" He asks innocently. You raise a brow and pause as his shirt shifts to reveal the skin beneath. Warm, tanned skin that you wanted to... "You're staring. You're going to mess up your song."
"You are distracting me." You retort. "I do have one more condition."
There are several beats of silence between you two as Elrond goes quietly, enraptured by the melody that seems to encompass your entire being as if it comes from the very heart of you. You are the very essence of what makes music beautiful.
When your final note decrescendos into the serenity of the garden's life around you is when you open your eyes to look at Elrond once again.
"What's that final condition?" Elrond asks.
"A date, Elrond Peredhel." You muse, leaning down to return your violin to its case before swooping in to press a kiss to reddened cheeks. "Anywhere and any time. I will leave the rest up to you."
He does not dare move as he watches you walk back towards your rooms. You truly are a marvel, a sight to behold. You are the brightest light that has entered his life since he lost Elros. He would not dare to dim that light.
"Anytime and anywhere," He whispers to himself as he traces his fingers over his cheek. "For all my life-time."
#Elrond x Reader#Elrond Peredhel x Reader#Rings of Power#Rings of Power fanfiction#Elrond x Y/N#Elrond x You
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Heeseung when their s/o tugs on their tie

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪She pulls me in enough to keep me guessin' ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ And maybe I should stop and start confessin', confessin'
[When enha's s/o is being bolder and giving enha a taste of their own medicine] 🫧⋆。˚玫瑰 [rose] Part 1/7
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Warnings: light kissing, they makeout just a bit, down bad behavior, suggestive ending? Paring: girlboss!reader x idol!heeseung WC: 645 words
Lee Heeseung ᯓ★
You had an exhausting workday, attending meetings after meeting, having clients after clients. After what felt like a century at work, you packed up your stuff, threw your empty Americano into the trash, and left the office.
On the way home, you turned up the radio. While you were barely focusing, you heard something about ENHYPEN's Coachella and smiled faintly. Sometimes it's still hard to believe that the 'red hair guy' is your boyfriend.
After a peaceful drive home, you silently opened the door of your penthouse. Hey, all that work had to be for something, right? From the look of shoes, you could tell Heeseung's home. The scent of his cologne faintly wafted towards you as you opened the coat closet.
'Baby~!' A voice called out from the kitchen. 'You're finally back!'
While you were still putting away your coat and bag, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you waist from behind.
'Are you tired baby?' He asked gently, resting his head on top of your shoulder. You turned around to be faced with Heeseung's warm bambi eyes. He was still wearing a suit, maybe from a photoshoot. The top two buttons were undone, and the shirt was slightly untucked. He had been home for a while, then.
'Yeah...It was a long day.' You sighed, and pressed a soft kiss onto his lips.
You felt his lips curl into a playful grin, and he pulled away with a smirk. You internally cursed yourself for doing that, as the teasing wouldn't stop for a while now.
'Not too tired to be with your boyfriend right, ahjumma?' He said with a clear smirk.
With an aspirated sigh, you gently slapped his arm. And so, the teasing started. He made little comments on everything while slowly backing you into the living room, not even giving you a chance to take off your heels.
'Hey grandma, do I need to pick up some fish oil for your creaking joints?' He said lightly, gesturing towards the door.
His endless teasing slowly added to the blur of thoughts that was rapidly turning into a headache in your brain. The clients, the paperwork, the emails, and now, your boyfriend. Something in your brain just snapped.
A thought crossed your head. Why couldn't you boss Heeseung around like you could with that annoying guy from HR? Was it his eyes? Or the way he talked? Is it his hand on your back?
After hearing another tease from his mouth, you decided to act on your impulsive thoughts.
'Hey I bet your blood is already 90% coffee-' Heeseung's sentence was cut short when you tugged him towards you by the bottom of his tie. His body jerked to stabilize itself, and he stood, shocked and speechless.
You peered up at his shocked Pikachu expression.
'Just be quiet for a moment. Yeah?' You said before tugging him closer, and sealing your lips with his.
After a few seconds, Heeseung pushed himself away.
'T-that's...That's not...' He trailed off, seeing the the smirk you were giving him.
'What was that baby? You were getting on my nerves, calling me a grandma. I thought I should try something new.' You said, tilting your head at him.
'Y-yeah, but...' He started, his hands fidgeting with the belt loops of his pants.
'That was...hot.' He reluctantly admitted, before quickly adding, 'But maybe a warning next time?'
You gasped softly as he claimed your lips again, as if savoring the taste of a sweet treat. Slowly, his lips trailed down your neck, across your collarbones, pulling down your shirt to expose them further. He pulled away and knelt before you, helping you ease your foot out of your heels. He carelessly tossed them towards the direction of the door before pressing another kiss to your lips.
He pulls away and hovers his face just above yours, leaving the choice up to you. You yank him back by his tie again before he could say or do anything dumb. This time you felt his mouth open against yours, as if he was extending an invitation that was exclusive to you. So of course you accept, teasing at him with your tongue. The tranquility of your living room was occasionally interrupted by a quiet moan or his soft groan. A low groan slipped from his mouth as your teeth bit his lower lip softly.
'Baby...I would tease you a million times if it meant I could see this side of you.'
end. ₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.did you enjoy this one, my player 2? ˙✧˖°📷 ༘⋆。
a/n: first fic on this acc. :p
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Whirlwind | MYG

♡pairing: min yoongi x reader
♡wc: 3.1k
♡genre: smut, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, non-idol AU
♡ warnings: unprotected sex, degradation, oral sex (f receiving)
♡summary: with a hurricane coming your way towards your state, your roommate provides a safe haven to the man you’ve despised for as long as you can remember.
MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked)
The grocery store was bustling with people getting ready to prepare for the hurricane that was set to land in your state by the end of the week. You always knew once hurricane season started you needed to get supplies to keep you stocked, but since you’re plagued with the disease of procrastination you have no choice but to do last minute shopping. At least you had the company of Park Jimin to help you with your grocery run.
Park Jimin has been a close friend of yours since high school and have stayed roommates even after your college years. He has been the biggest support system for you throughout the years and you have been the same for him.
Once you were done checking out at the store you made your way to the car to pack all your groceries away. There was already a steady drizzle of rain falling down from the sky and you sighed already imagining the flooding that was bound to come with the storm. Jimin decided to take over the role of driving back home. You thanked him and quietly slid into the passenger seat. Jimin had refrained from any conversation throughout this trip and it made you a little concerned for him. He is never one to shy away from conversation or saying what he thinks so this behavior leads you to believe that something is wrong.
“Hey Chim, is everything alright?” You glanced his way to see if his expression will give anything away, but his face didn’t even twitch.
“Yeah I’m good bub, I just have some stuff on my mind. Don’t mind me.” He sent you a small smile to try and placate your worries.
“Okay well you know I’ll always be here to listen whenever you’re ready.” You gave him a small squeeze to his shoulder and dropped the topic the rest of the drive home. The soft hum of the radio filled up the silence of the car ride.
Once at home the groceries were unpacked and put into their respective places in the fridge and pantry and Jimin stored the cases of water bottles in the garage. Without glancing your way he called your name softly to get your attention once he was back in the kitchen. You peered at him waiting to hear what he was going to ask.
“Can we talk once I’m out of the shower?” You nodded and retreated to your room to give him the space he needed to do.
Your mind started to sift through memories of the past weeks to see if it could give you any kind of hint as to what this conversation could be about. Is he going to move out? Did you do something to upset him and didn’t realize? The cogs were turning and anxiety was starting to make you feel a little queasy. The time that Jimin took to shower and change felt like it was stretching on for too long. You were about to get up and check on him when you heard tow soft knocks against your door before he opened it to let himself in.
He was changed into an oversized sleep shirt and sweatpants and his bare cheeks were slightly flushed from the hot shower. You patted the middle of the bed for him to sit down and get comfortable.
“What’s going on Jimin? Are you sure everything is okay?” He was wringing his fingers together
And his eyes shifted around the room as he was preparing himself to speak. “With the hurricane coming up, is it okay if a friend comes and stays with us until it passes? His town is directly in the path of the storm and his area is prone to flooding.” You stared at him with widened eyes and nodded without hesitation. Why was he so nervous about this? This wasn’t nearly as bad as all the scenarios that you came up with in your mind.
“Of course that’s okay Chim! Any friend of yours is a friend of mine. Don’t scare me like though again I thought you were dying or going to move out!” You stretched to give him a hug and he rubbed your back gently. With that being the end of the discussion he bid you goodnight with a tight lipped smile that you gave no mind to and he took himself back into his bedroom.
Okay -scratch that- there is one friend of Jimin’s that is not a friend of yours. That person is the one and only Min Yoongi. He has been a thorn in your side since Jimin has entered your life. He has never done anything that was genuinely that awful to you but it’s the way he speaks and carries himself with such an arrogant attitude that aggravates you.
When you saw him walk through the threshold of your front door with his duffel bag you instantly felt your blood start to bubble from the boiling rage you had in your body. The glare you sent Jimin was deadly and you motioned him to follow you into your room so you can tear him a new one talk.
“Park Jimin I don’t know if you suddenly have amnesia for the past 10 years, but I don’t know where you got the idea that Min Yoongi is allowed into our home! If I had known it was him that you were offering a place to stay I would’ve just let the hurricane take him away.” You were livid. Jimin took your hands in his to stop the gesticulating you were doing. With the way your hands were moving wildly he was afraid you would hit him.
“ I didn’t tell you because of that reason Y/N. I know you don’t like him, but this is only temporary. I told him to be on his best behavior, but if he really acts out I’ll send him to a hotel nearby if the weather isn’t too bad.” You let out an exasperated sigh, but had nothing else to add to the conversation that would make it productive. You stomped back out into the living room and refused to acknowledge Yoongi’s presence. Maybe if you just ignore that he’s in your home you can keep your sanity intact.
“Hey princess, can you sit somewhere else? This is gonna be my bed for the next couple of days.” You gritted your teeth hearing that god awful nickname Yoongi called you. He always said it in such a condescending tone that would get under your skin in the perfect way. “In case you forgot Yoongi,” his name rolled off your tongue with a sharp bite. “This is my home that you are a guest in. You don’t get to boss me around on what I can and cannot do in my home and my couch.” You continued scrolling on your phone hoping he would get the hint to leave you alone. Needless to say you were wrong. Instead he decided to plop himself down on the couch without a care that jostled your body. You glared at him and he met your gaze with a stupid fucking smirk. On top of this he started to unpack his duffel bag noisily, tugging on the zipper with a strong force. You got up from the couch with a huff and locked yourself in your room with a slam of your door. This was going to be a strenuous couple of days.
The next day you woke up and found Jimin and Yoongi working outside to put shutters around the windows. This blowing wind was starting to pick up but the humidity was still high in the air. You stepped outside and greeted Jimin while he was busy holding the ladder to keep Yoongi stabilized. You retreated to get two cups of cold water to give the boys and when you came back outside Yoongi was wiping the sweat off his face with the front of his t-shirt. The way the fabric rode up to expose his pale skin and toned back had you staring without even realizing. Jimin was suddenly clearing his throat and when your eyes landed on his face he was staring at you with a raised eyebrow. You looked back at the cups and handed them both to Jimin and headed back inside without a word.
When they finished the project of the shutters the sliding door opened and when you walked in Min Yoongi’s shirt was off. You stared at his abs that were just as toned as his back. When the hell did he get so fit? Even his biceps were much bigger than you ever remember them. Why do you even remember the size of his biceps?
“You seem to have a staring problem princess, keep that up and I might do something about it.” His low voice took you out of your daze and you scoffed at his comment. “You come anywhere near me Min and I’ll punch you into next week. Watch yourself.” You slid your eyes back on the Netflix show that had lost your interest minutes ago. He just snickered and walked into Jimin’s room to take a shower.
Once the door was locked Jimin stood in front of the TV blocking your view with his hand on his hips. “What’s up with the sudden ogling you have for Yoongs? You wanna fuck him or something?” This made you burst out in sarcastic laughter. “Get real Jimin. I wouldn’t even touch him with a 10 foot pole.” you rolled your eyes at the thought of even getting touched by Yoongi. “Whatever you say, but your actions are contradicting the bullshit that you’re trying to convince me with.” And with that Jimin stalked off into to kitchen for a quick snack.
Later in the evening the thunderstorm was booming with thunder and you could see peeks of lightning through the shutters. The combination of these conditions with the howling wind has led the power to go out. Jimin searched for the lantern in the garage to bring back some light into the home. You were left with Yoongi in the living room and no words were said between the two of you. It's for the best. Yoongi felt like breaking the silence first.
“You know, I never understood why you can’t stand me princess. I don’t think I’ve done anything to wrong you.” He studied his nails as he talked. “First issue already is that dumbass nickname that you won’t stop calling me even though I told you endless times that I hate it.” “Aw, but I think it suits you and your stuck up behavior.” He sneered and this made you meet his eyes with a fiery glare. “Go fuck yourself Min. You’re one to talk about other people’s behaviors when you walk around like an arrogant ass. You have some fucking nerve.” The tension in the room was rising to levels that made it feel stuffy. Why the hell is it taking Jimin so long to find the lantern? “You think you know everything about me princess, but you don’t even know how wrong you are!” His voice was rising as he got up from the couch and he was now towering above your seated figure. “Well if I’m so wrong why don’t you prove it to me that you’re not some self-important prick.”
As soon as those words came out of your mouth his lips were colliding with your own and his fingers grasped your chin to keep you in place. You kissed back with the same amount of fervor and gripped the front of his sweatshirt. As soon as you let out a whimper of desperation, you heard the garage door open notifying you both of Jimin’s returning presence. Yoongi pulled away at light speed and took his seat back on the couch to keep the distance between you two. “What did I miss?” Jimin looked between the two of you with confusion spread on his face. You ignored his curiosity and retreated into your room before he could detect the flush spread across your face.
Since the power was lost the house became hotter as the night progressed and the sweatshirt you had was discarded for a cropped tank top and nothing more than panties for the bottoms. Your handheld fan lost power an hour ago since you decided to have it on full blast instead of trying to conserve the power to have it last longer. The sheen of sweat was building up on your skin and you went to the garage to get yourself a bottle of water to help cool down.
You nearly jumped out of your skin when you opened the door and saw Yoongi’s figure in the garage too. “Christ, you scared the hell out of me!” You clutched your hand over your heart trying to calm your heart rate. You’re too frazzled to realize that you’re standing in front of Min Yoongi in just your panties and that he’s shirtless and only boxers. He smirked and slowly approached you. You pedaled backwards until your back hit the wall and was cornered by him. His eyes roamed over your body and smirked. “You know you drive my crazy princess?” You turned your face to the side to avoid eye contact, but his breath fanned your neck in the right way to make your heart race. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You murmured through pouted lips.
He took a small step back with his arms crossed over his chest. “Really? Because the way you were whimpering for me hours ago just from a kiss says otherwise.” You flushed at his words and you were again cornered by him. He slit his leg between yours and his thigh was just ghosting the already damp spot you have in your panties.”Well I can give you a little reminder and more to jog your memory.” He raised his thigh and planted his hands on your waist to keep you place. The sudden sensation has you gasping and rutting your hips to get more friction.
“Look at you, you’re like a bitch in heat rutting against my thigh. You’re so desperate for me already and I haven’t even done a thing princess. I can’t wait to fuck your shitty attitude out of you.” His words were starting to anger you. “Shut the fuck up!” You were too busy chasing your high to even want to give him the time of day to his taunting. To this, he swiftly removed his thigh and went back to standing straight. You were distressed and looked at him with wide eyes. What is wrong with him? “Yoongi what the fuck?” He wrapped his long, slender fingers around the column of your throat. “You think you deserve to fucking cum? With the way you’ve talked to me all these years I could edge you all fucking week. Don’t tempt me.” You shivered at his words. His fingers slithered in between your legs and pushed your panties to the side to tease your clit. You released a breathy moan and threw your head on his shoulder. “Tell me no right now and I’ll stop right now sweetheart. We won’t even have to talk about it ever again.” You shook your head against his shoulder. “I need words, that isn’t enough.” “I want you to fuck me Yoongi. Now stop talking and do something.” The desperation was so evident in your words and that’s all he needed to hear.
His dexterous fingers got to work and slipped into your sloppy cunt. The way his fingers pumped into you had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “F-fuck Yoon right there!” Your thighs were shaking and your pussy fluttered the closer you were to your orgasm. At the last second you were about to cum Yoongi slipped out his fingers and slapped your pussy. You were panting now with how worked up you were.
“Take the panties off. Now.” You obliged with his words and his dark eyes made you even wetter if that was even possible because you are the most soaked you’ve ever been before. Nobody has ever made you feel as good as Yoongi is right now. Once your panties were off he dropped to his knees and stuffed his head between your legs. You propped up one of your feet on his thigh and he grabbed the back of your thighs to bring you closer. His lips wrapped around your clit and started sucking on it. Your moans were rising in volume and in pitch. His tongue dipping into your hole and licking your cunt made you feral. You gripped on to his hair and that sensation had him moaning against your core. That was enough to send you over the edge. You let out a strangled moan as you came all over his mouth. “Fuck, you taste so fucking good on my tongue.”
You didn’t even get a chance to regain your bearings before Yoongi's lips were on yours. The taste of him mixed with you had you groaning. His cock was straining against his boxers and he was rutting against your thigh and he nibbled on your lip and kissed you fervently. “Now you’re the bitch in heat on my thigh.” You chuckled, but Yoongi wasn’t in the mood for jokes at the moment. He stripped off his boxers and the sight of his thick cock had you drooling. He tapped the back of your thigh twice and instructed you to jump up. You followed his instructions and his hands gripped your thighs as he pressed you against the wall. He angled his cock against your entrance and bottomed out in one go. This had you screaming out in pleasure and your nails dragged against his back.
He fucked into you mercilessly and reveled in the sounds you made. Knowing he was making you feel this good and scream out inflated his ego beyond the atmosphere. “Tell me you’re only fucking mine.” He growled into your ear. You were so fucked out you could barely process his words. “Tell. Me. Princess.” He punctuated each word with a deep thrust that had you seeing stars. “F-fuck I’m only y-yours Yoongi! Only yours!” He grinned hearing this. The coil in your stomach snapped and brought you to your second orgasm of the night. “Who would’ve thought the bitch with the most to say would be creaming all over my fucking cock.” Yoongi was groaning through his words and his thrusts were starting to get sloppy. After a few more strokes he pumped your pussy full of his cum.
You both were out of breath and panting and you winced when his softening cock slipped out of you. You both suddenly jumped at the sudden knock against the garage door. Jimins voice rang through the other side. “I’m glad you’ve been able to reconcile, but you two are fucking loud!” You heard his footsteps fade away and you and Yoongi snickered at each other. Maybe Min Yoongi isn’t as bad after all.
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"exes"
satoru gojo
mdni
The very last person on this earth that you would have wanted as an ex is Satoru Gojo, and for plenty of reasons.
Aside from the obvious, of course, suffering the loss of such a lively and attractive spirit from your life remains one of the many reasons as to why breaking up with Gojo was a difficult thing to go through with.
But in addition to your mourning of his charm, personality, and presence, there comes the burden of his persistence that you should have known would proceed outside the barriers of your faded relationship - or at least, what Satoru would call a "temporary break."
It began with little things, like the music he would play on his social media that had a very blatant reference to you and your bond, which he refuses to believe has actually come to an end. When you enforce no contact, he takes to his stories and Instagram notes, bombarding them with the intimate songs you would share with one another, songs only you could recognize as specific to yourselves.
Then came the indirect check-ins... through other people. The two of you have always had the same group of friends, however, at times the group splits in two: Satoru, his best friend Suguru, and then you and Nanami. Shoko likes to float between the two, as if the rift is connected by some bridge allowing her to gather intel from both sides.
And you would roll your eyes every time Suguru would randomly shoot you a text inquiring about your wellbeing or what you're doing when in reality you know that Suguru preferred to leave you to your own devices and respect your space... unless of course, a certain blue-eyed nagger insisted he speak to you on his behalf.
God, and Shoko was no better. In fact, she was worse, often buzzing about to share information on how badly Gojo's been doing without you, only to run back and report how you're doing to him, no doubt. The only person who exhibited somewhat normal behavior when it came to the two of you was Nanami, but of course, he never much cared for Gojo's antics and was consequently happy to stay out of them.
And you wish you could hate Gojo the way Nanami did. You wish you could ignore every sign and every shout to be seen and heard he's thrown your way. You wish it annoyed you enough to never want to speak to him again, but much like how you reacted when he pulled similar stunts to begin dating you, you're undoubtedly attracted to his reckless persistence.
"See? S'not so bad, now is it honey?"
His whisper is heavy, hot breath dragging into your ear as sweat drips from his pale skin onto your own like a faucet leaking water. You want to scream at him, punch him, push him away, but the silkiness of his lips gliding over your cheekbone, graciously kissing away as though you have starved him does little to make you oppose.
You whine as your hands fling to press into his spine - a noise of desperation or frustration you're not quite sure - but Satoru is quick to thrust his hips down into your own teasingly, slowly, bruisingly in response and you're filled to the brim with the weight of his obsession with you as well as his throbbing length.
"I hate you," you manage through a low hiss, vision blurring over as you stare up past ivory locks. Satoru kisses your temple sweetly, tucking his previously propped arms under your own to press his body into and hold you impossibly close. His hips stutter, circle, and plunge with devastating, prolonged strokes. Your eyes screw shut and a cry spills from your lips just in time for your ex to hush you softly, his nose buried into the crook of your neck.
"I love you too, baby," he groans, intoxicated, dizzy with arrogance and ardor that never died. "Love you so much. You're always so good to me."
And just like that, your back in his claws. Stuck. Unable to move on from your heckler of an ex-boyfriend. Constantly pushing and pulling, promising that the last time is truly the last until he shows up at your door again with those hypnotic crystal eyes peering down at you as though he could never glance into anyone's direction but yours for the rest of time.
You hate it. You hate having Satoru Gojo as your ex because you know that you will never allow yourself to truly get rid of him.
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Heavenly Creatures



Pairing: Altar Boy! Leon Kennedy x Catholic School Girl! Reader
Summary: Growing up in a conservative, Catholic community, you and Leon were kept apart as kids for your own good. However, a fateful encounter at church many years later causes you to question those boundaries.
Content & Warnings: 18+ Smut, porn with plot, unprotected p in v, oral (m & f receiving), rimming (f receiving), semi-public sex (church), Catholicism, religious imagery & symbolism, temptation, guilt, shaming, name-calling, growing up, smoking, swearing, romance, fluff, secret relationship.
Author's Note: Leon and Reader are in senior high and 18 when smut happens. No guarantee that you won’t burn in hell after reading this 🔥😂
Special thanks to AliBelleRosetta for being my sounding board + shadesoflsk & Cameron for your helpful feedback.
Title from Heavenly Creatures by Wolf Alice.
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Snake. Devil. Satan’s spawn.
Those were the names you had grown accustomed to as a child. You didn’t know why you were called them, instead of the one your parents had given you. You were too little to understand. All you knew was that you were made to feel different. Maybe you were really an anomaly from the rest after all.
Instead of being quiet and shy, you were loud and boisterous. It was natural for you, seeing as you were going through your tomboy phase, which was the exact reason your parents had stuck to when they received complaints about your behavior. They laughed it off, while others reined their daughters in, forcing them into perfect Sunday dresses, braided hair adorned with pastel ribbons and clean, black Mary Jane shoes. Good enough to fit into a pretty gift box with wrapping paper. But you would tear it all down, before anyone could lay a finger on you.
Growing up in a place where other children were told to shun you was difficult at first. But then, you learnt to play by yourself and relish in the power of make believe. You climbed trees, rolled in the mud and ran through the forest fending off imaginary monsters. Sometimes, when you bumped into other groups of boys who threw stones and made fun of you, you fought back, further earning the title of crazy witch! Who needed these idiots anyway? You were your own best company.
One day, you sat in your disheveled, cream cotton dress, swinging your legs from a tree in your front lawn as usual. It overlooked the suburban neighborhood street, giving you a bird’s eye view of your surroundings. You noticed a family of three strolling along the sidewalk, though the couple gave you a disapproving look as they walked past, and whispered to their little, adolescent boy. They thought they were being so discreet, but you could hear every single word they were saying.
“Don’t pay attention to her. She’s bad news.”
Regardless of this remark, the boy gave in to his curiosity and as he peered up, you held his wide-eyed gaze. His irises were azure in color, glowing as it caught the early dusk light from different angles, shifting across a stunning spectrum of bluish, iridescent hues. You were captivated by them, and as you continued staring, his cheeks turned rosy red, though it seemed like he could not break away from you either. That moment was abruptly cut short, as his father smacked the back of his head, chiding his son for disobeying him.
“Come along now, Leon.” The older man wrapped an arm around the boy’s shoulders, turning him away from your direction.
Leon. So, that was his name. As you watched them turn the corner at the end of the street and head off, you wondered if and when you’d see him again.
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Leon had heard the stories passed around about you. His parents had often commented about your family as being one of those ‘weird, hippy types’. Frankly, this didn’t scare him, but rather, it fascinated him. They made you appear like something he had read in a book about myths and legends, and he wanted to see if it was real.
The next time he went out to play in the field, he walked by your place again on purpose, even though it would have been the longer route. As he had predicted, you were up in the tree again, lounging across its branches with your eyes closed, like a slithery snake basking in the sun. Your dress was stained with grass and dirt, and your feet were soiled and filthy. Twigs poked out haphazardly from your knotted, messy hair.
You looked like a creature of sorts, alright, he thought.
He inched towards the base of the tree trunk gingerly, trying not to stir the sleeping beast. But as he got closer, he accidentally stepped into a pile of dead leaves, which crunched underfoot.
You roused from your slumber then, rubbing your eyes as you stretched your arms out with a lazy yawn. He flinched when you looked downwards at him, as if you might strike out, but you just smiled and said, “Hi.”
He was confused then. From the descriptions of you, he had expected you to breathe fire and gnash your teeth at him fiercely, but you were just a normal girl. He gave you a puzzled look, nodding as he greeted you with a stutter, “Hi… I-I’m, uh, Leon.”
“I know.” You grinned.
“You do?” He looked astounded, as if you’d conducted some dark ritual to find out.
You picked up on this and teased him, wiggling your fingers as you mouthed, “Magic…”
He laughed, relaxing his stiff shoulders and asking you for your name. He’d only known you until now as that girl, or one of those nicknames people gave you out of spite.
You introduced yourself and offered him a half-eaten apple you had munched on before napping on the tree. He hesitated at first, regarding it as if it were a forbidden fruit, but eventually he reached out for it. Gratefully, he bit in, savoring the flavorful burst of its juicy flesh.
“Do you go to church?” He asked suddenly, out of the blue.
Shielding your eyes from the afternoon sun with your hand, you squinted at him. “Yeah, why?”
“Oh.” He paused, considering his next words, though he blurted out with unfiltered honesty, “Well, my dad said that demons can’t enter hallowed ground.”
“I’m not a demon,” you huffed indignantly.
“No, you aren’t,” he agreed, waving his hands in the air apologetically, trying to salvage the situation. “I think you’re nice, actually.” His face was warm and pink again.
“I think you’re nice too.”
And it continued on like this. Some days, he’d pop over to visit and speak with you from below the tree, when he was sure no one was watching. Until a day came where he wasn’t as careful, and was spotted by a concerned neighbor, who ratted him out to his parents.
You were sad that he wasn’t allowed to see you again, but you’d grown used to being alone for most of your childhood, so you tried to put it behind you and move on, unaware that he’d often look out for you at each week’s Sunday Mass.
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A number of years passed, and you filled out into your own body. You were in your senior year of an all-girls Catholic high school, and had recently turned 18. Reaching womanhood also meant that you became acutely aware of the changes in the way society treated you now, as compared to the opposite sex. Heads turned as you stalked around with one of the more unruly cliques in your school. Instead of being name-called after otherworldly creatures, you were reduced to bitch, slut, or whore.
People hated what they couldn’t understand or control. You’d been giving the nuns a hard time by asking controversial questions about the biblical text you were meant to study and recite blindly. Detention was nothing new to you and your friends, whom you’d been caught smoking cigarettes together with on school grounds. You were a rebel at heart, and the rest of the law-abiding community wanted to crush that and make you conform.
Leon, on the other hand, had been going to the all-boys school next door, which shared a brother school relationship with yours. He was in the same year and age as you, though being a man meant he had the privilege of getting away with certain things you couldn’t. Even there, your name wasn’t safe from being circulated around the rumor mill. You were the subject of boys’ locker room talk. They associated you with the ‘bad girl’ crowd, highlighting your love for reading banned books and boasting about supposed sexual escapades with you.
“She’ll do favors,” they said, making vulgar gestures by moving their fist back and forth in front of their mouth, while poking their tongue against their cheek.
Leon slammed his locker door shut and stormed off. It made him uncomfortable that they gossiped about you that way, but he was even more ashamed of the fact that he made no effort to stand up for you. He hardly knew you, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that what they were doing was finding a scapegoat to blame. That, unfortunately, time and time again, happened to be you.
Most of the students there were sexually active anyway, but no one had complained about them. As long as one kept things on the down-low and upheld a certain moralistic façade, they were considered as ‘innocent’, ‘pure’, or ‘normal’ even. For one, he was pretty sure that his father was having an affair with the church choir mistress, but that seemed to go overlooked.
Everyone’s such hypocrites, he pondered, frowning in distaste. Including himself. Although he liked to think that he was brave and courageous, in actuality, he was afraid of rocking the boat. Fitting in was more important, just as his parents had taught him from a young age. It was the side of him that he hated the most, but could not get rid of.
Gathering his belongings, he left school and hurried off. He’d been requested last-minute to serve at Mass that evening, as one of the other altar boys had fallen ill. At church, he exchanged his school uniform for the standard black cassock and white surplice, before starting with the Introductory Rites.
You, on the other hand, had been singled out along with a bunch of other troublesome girls to attend Evening Mass with the Mother Superior that day. It was just your luck that you had to devote an hour of your time to a set of outdated rituals and prayers, with the aim of reflecting upon your sins. The most frustrating part of this exercise was that all of you were placed in the front row pews, so there was no chance of daydreaming or dozing off in front of the priest. You’d never been much of a believer, but sometimes you did speculate if God was watching your every move from above.
As you stood up for the entrance procession, which signaled the start of Mass, a familiar mop of dirty blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes passed by. You’d recognize that anywhere, but it was a wonder how you hadn’t realized that he was serving as an altar boy all this while. Maybe your Mass timings hadn’t aligned? Or maybe you just never paid much attention in church. You’d only seen him here and there when he attended Mass with his family as part of the congregation, but you ignored him back then, because you didn’t want to remember the feeling of losing the closest thing you had to a friend in your pre-teen days.
When Leon turned around to face the congregation for the greeting, he gulped as he saw you, standing almost directly in front of him as both of you made the Sign of the Cross. Speak of the devil, he muttered internally, before chastising himself for unintentionally insulting you and shook that thought away.
You gave him a coy smile as he scampered off to where he was meant to be stationed. For the first time in a while, you took the chance to admire his chiseled features and how much he had grown. He had always been attractive, but he was no longer the little boy you used to know, and instead now a fine, young man, in an even finer religious attire. Puberty did him good, you mused.
All at once, a mischievous plan flashed across your mind as you plotted how to win his attention. It would be an entertaining way to pass the time in this mundane institution. Viewing the school uniform as yet another means for the authorities to curb people’s freedom and creative expression, you had a habit of violating the dress code by making minor adjustments to it. Whether it was shortening the hem of your skirt or wearing below the ankle socks, you went for it. And today was no exception.
You waited until it was time to be seated before attempting to catch his gaze. Within a few minutes, he sneaked a peek your way and you stifled a laugh. Bingo. As you continued looking straight at him, you stretched your legs out cautiously, so as not to alert the Mother Superior, who sat beside you, to your antics. His eyes widened and flickered, as you showed off their length, rotating your ankles in small circles languidly. The other altar boys started to take note and whispered in hushed tones amongst themselves. But you only had eyes for Leon, scrutinizing him like a hawk, as you bared your teeth with a sly grin plastered across your face.
It was only a matter of time before the Mother Superior rapped you on the legs with a thin, wooden cane she carried around for doling out such punishments. The other girls in your row giggled as you returned your legs to a respectable position, disregarding the smarting pain that had accompanied the blow.
It was worth it, you reasoned, spotting Leon’s lopsided smile, as he turned away to hide his blush.
This soon carried on like an unspoken game between you and Leon. You’d attend Mass whenever he was serving as an altar boy, and he’d look out for you, exchanging glances like a secret code shared between the two of you. A sense of thrill arose within him each time, as to what you’d try next. If only he knew what you were capable of.
At some point, you grew bolder. During the Holy Communion, where Leon had been helping the priest to hold the patina under the chins of those who received the Sacred host, you made sure once again to make eye contact with him the whole way through. Your mouth was slightly agape, as you extended your tongue, clasping your hands together in a pious prayer position. When the priest placed the host in your mouth, you swallowed it suggestively, licking your upper lip for a finishing touch. Leon nearly stumbled over backwards as his face turned bright red like a tomato. The last thing he heard was your silvery laughter, and you returned to your seat as if nothing had happened. You had ensnared him now.
When Mass ended, you slipped him a note, asking him to meet you at the confessional when everyone else had been ushered out. You knelt in the penitent compartment, waiting for him to arrive, confident that he would show up. A few minutes later, you heard someone enter the booth where the priest usually sat.
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” you began. Through the latticed screen, you could just about make out Leon’s face as he chuckled.
“What are you playing at?”
“You tell me,” you challenged, testing the waters. “I haven’t received any complaints.”
“Well, I have a question,” he mentioned quietly. “Do you still remember when we hung out back then? At the tree.”
There was pang in your heart, as you recalled your childhood memories. “Of course, you were the only one who bothered to speak to me.”
You pursed your lips before taking the plunge. “I really appreciated that.”
There was a momentary pause, as he took your words in. “I wish they didn’t separate us.”
“It isn’t too late to start over.” It was humiliating how eager you sounded. No matter how much you tried to repress it, you yearned to rekindle that connection you had with him once.
“Listen, I like you,” he admitted, sighing heavily. “But, I can’t go public with this. My parents-”
“Who says it has to be public?” You retorted defensively.
His heartfelt confession emboldened you, yet a part of you felt dejected that this was the best option he could offer. However, you didn’t want to concede without giving it a shot.
He made a noise which sounded like he was in disbelief. “You mean-”
“Shall I come over and show you?” You interrupted, already getting up before he could answer.
“Y-yeah,” he stammered. “I-I’d like that, I guess.”
Exiting your compartment, you stepped out and swiftly went over to where he was, closing the door behind you. It was crammed and stuffy in this tiny box with two people, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. Giving him a once-over, it struck you that he was still in his altar boy attire and perhaps what you were about to do was wrong on so many levels, but you brushed those thoughts aside.
“Um-”
Before he could speak any further, you ran your hands up along his chest and planted your lips onto his, soft and pillowy in texture. He let out a low moan, easing into your embrace as he kissed back, holding onto the back of your head for better leverage. His tongue grazed across your lips and you parted them in response, allowing it to slip inside as you tasted each other. Grabbing the collar of his cassock, you pressed your bodies together heatedly. You sucked on his tongue, eliciting another moan from his throat, as you shuffled him around, pushing his back against the wooden wall with a loud thud. Both of you had lost yourselves in a whirlwind of kisses, oblivious to the outside world and the ruckus you were making.
However, it was hard to ignore the hymn that was being sung when the next Mass started. Leon froze, before pulling away hastily. His mouth was red and swollen, and a pearly string of saliva connected it with yours.
“Shit, we lost track of time,” he panted.
If you didn’t want to be seen, you’d need to remain where you were until the Mass ended. In other words, both of you were trapped here for at least another hour.
Not being one to let such matters ruin the vibe, you responded, “That’s not a problem for me.” Trailing a lone finger down Leon’s body seductively, you let it come to rest above the growing bulge in his cassock.
“Are you serious?” He breathed, as you cupped your hand around it, palming him through his clothes.
“You got a better idea?” You murmured in his ear, squeezing his erection a little as you continued rubbing against it.
“Don’t get me wrong, it feels amazing.” His voice was strained as he spoke. “But, it’s just…”
“Catholic guilt?” You teased.
“Yeah, probably.” He nodded sheepishly.
“Well, maybe if we get you out of this thing.” You gestured to his attire. “You might relax into it more.”
“Makes sense,” he agreed, tugging the surplice over his head and discarding it to the ground. “Though it never really goes away, does it?”
You shrugged, shaking your head. “I still get it, but it’s less of an issue now.” It made you follow up with a question of your own. “Does that mean I’m a bad person?”
His eyes crinkled as he grinned. “You're doing it again.”
“Hm?”
“Guilt,” he indicated. “But to answer your question, no, I don’t think you’re a bad person.”
“Doesn’t matter anyway.” You tried to deflect the topic, knowing the rumors that people spread about you. Leon had probably heard it all. “At least there’s still hope for you.”
“Thanks?”
“Don’t thank me yet.” You winked, removing the sash from his cassock as he unbuttoned the rest of it, revealing a plain white shirt and a pair of shorts underneath.
He snickered as you clucked your tongue at the sight. “What did you expect me to do? Go Commando?”
“Would’ve been hot,” you pointed out.
Leon had always been perceptive. From your interactions, he began to suspect that sometimes you relied on lighthearted banter as a way to mask your nervousness and other underlying emotions.
Nestling his fingers under your chin, he turned you towards him. “You sure about this?”
“Mm hm.” It was sweet of him to check in. Most guys never offered you the same courtesy. “Been thinking about it since Communion,” you added brazenly.
He snorted as you gave him a quick peck on the lips. Working your way down, you kissed his clothed body, pulling the waistband of his underwear and shorts to his ankles. Kneeling before him, you reached for his cock, smearing beads of his precum carelessly along his velvety skin, while you pumped his hot shaft slowly.
He inhaled sharply, snapping his eyes shut, as he tilted his head back in pleasure. In the background, you could hear the priest’s sermon droning on.
With a smug smile, you warned, “Do me a favor and try to keep it down, will you?”
Before he had a chance to react, you filled your mouth with his cock, sliding all the way down its hardened length.
“Jesus,” he groaned.
Instantly, you released it with a pop and tutted in mock disappointment, “Taking the Lord’s name in vain?”
“We’re so going to hell for this,” he laughed faintly, tangling his hands in your hair.
“Ah-” He gasped again, as you held onto the base of his cock, lifting it to flatten your tongue on its underside. Slathering it with saliva, you took his balls into your wet mouth, one at a time, sucking on them delectably. “Fuck!”
“Don’t you ever shut up?” You joked.
“Not if you keep doing what you’re doing, angel.”
Angel. That was a new one. You’d never been called that before, but you liked the sound of it.
Wrapping your lips around his cock, you started a steady rhythm, bobbing your head up and down his shaft. Each time you came up, you flicked your tongue at the tip, licking it as you stared up at him. His eyes flew open, gazing at you with lust and arousal while you sucked him off more vigorously.
Sliding his cock in deeper, you allowed it to hit the back of your throat, causing you to make a guttural noise. Clenching his fist, he bit down hard on his knuckles to stop himself from crying out. If this was hell, he’d stay right here with you. He couldn’t think straight anymore, as he bucked his hips forward in response.
Grabbing his ass, your fingernails left crescent shaped indents on his skin, as you let him fuck your mouth to chase his high. Tears lined your eyelashes and sweat poured down your brow. It had gotten incredibly hot and humid in this enclosed space. But his muted moans only served to turn you on even more. You wondered how perverse and trashy you looked in this position, though Leon could only mumble the opposite in his feverish state.
Soon, he tensed and quivered while hissing through gritted teeth, “God, I’m gonna cum.”
Lady Luck appeared to be on your side, as the congregation were in the middle of singing another hymn, which inadvertently muffled whatever sounds were coming from the confessional. He struggled to hold in his groans as you felt a thick, salty load of his cum wash up against your throat. You choked a bit before swallowing it whole.
Collapsing backwards, you leaned against the cool surface of the seat behind you, wiping the edges of your mouth. Tucking his spent dick back under his clothes, he sank down beside you, kissing you gently and tasting himself on your lips.
“You ok?” He brushed his thumb along your cheek.
You nodded silently and smiled, contemplating if there would be a future to what you had with him now.
“I ruined you,” he jested, showering you with kisses along your jawline.
“As if.” You rolled your eyes, but deep down, you knew it was the truth.
And, just like he had read your mind, he uttered the magic words, “So, when will I see you again?”
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Since the encounter at the confessional, you continued your clandestine meetings with Leon, just like back in the old days, except both of you were now wiser in covering your tracks. In public, you pretended not to know each other, yet shared furtive, longing glances when you were in the same vicinity. Sometimes, he would make an excuse to brush past you, his touch ghosting across the curve of your spine, your shoulders, the back of your hand to the tip of your pinkie finger. Away from prying eyes, you hooked up passionately, damning each other further to hell. How many levels were there again? You’d lost count.
You enjoyed the moments spent with him. The aftercare and cuddling. The long talks into the night. You understood each other somehow, it wasn’t like this with other people. So, if the Day of Judgment arrived, why would God not sympathize with you both?
Despite that, neither of you had put a label on where you stood with each other. How did this secret relationship work? If you were found out, would he ditch you like before? Would you be thrown under the bus, so that he could be purified again? It wasn’t long until insecurity reared its ugly head, gnawing at you from within.
Leon sensed something was off as you lay in his arms, naked while he spooned you in the back seat of his car, parked along a desolate dirt path near the forest. You had that pensive look on your face, like you were in a world of your own, one where he couldn’t enter.
Pulling you close to him, he kissed the top of your shoulder, coaxing you out of your reverie. “Wanna talk about it?”
You hummed noncommittally. After a long pause, you asked, “Are you embarrassed by me?”
He was caught off-guard by the question and his breathing stilled. “No,” he argued. “Why would you think that?”
“I’m just tired of hiding,” you sighed. “It’s like I’m making you do something bad.”
There was a brief ache in his chest, as guilt swelled up like a wave. Coward, an inner voice spat.
Carding his fingers through your hair, he pressed his lips against the temple of your head. “You make me feel like the best version of myself.”
“Hm.” You pinched your lips together, wanting to believe him, but you weren’t convinced.
He observed this, but decided not to press the issue any further, knowing that you needed action, not words.
She’ll be your downfall. A surly voice piped up within him, like fire and brimstone. He shook it off, ignoring the moral tug-of-war that had occurred once he made that statement, as he vowed to prove himself to you in the coming days.
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The next time you’d agreed to meet was in church, after the very last Mass of the day. He was serving as an altar boy again, and you were intrigued as to whether he had planned to reenact the entire confessional scene or switch it up with something new, like making you go through the Stations of the Cross while fucking you. You giggled at the idea, only to be shushed by a fellow parishioner, whom you had disturbed in meditative prayer.
When Mass ended and everyone except yourself had left the nave, you waited patiently for him in the pews. After a while, you felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around to face Leon, who had changed into his casual clothes. As you got to your feet, he cupped the sides of your face in his hands, closing the distance, and bringing your lips to meet his in a fervent kiss. You were slightly taken aback by his initiation, since he was usually the shyer one out of the two of you.
Claiming your hand in his, he led you to the front, where the altar stood before the austere crucifix that hung from the wall. He smirked, noticing the look of shock and incredulity on your face, as it gradually began to dawn on you what he had in mind. However, he was anxious too, you could tell from the way his hand was trembling. He was sealing his fate, and you were both going down together. Nothing could bring you back after this ultimate act of blasphemy.
At the foot of the altar, he caressed his lips against yours. “I guess God is our witness now.”
Leaning in, you found yourselves consumed in a lip lock, which deepened with each passing second as you helped each other out of your clothes, kicking them off unceremoniously to the side. He spun you around, bending you forward against the smooth, marble top of the altar. The cold surface caused your nipples to harden and goosebumps to form on your skin. You shivered as he spread your legs wider apart and knelt down, holding your thighs as he licked a firm stripe along your silken folds.
As he continued to lap at the sensitive flesh, he brought a hand towards your clit, stroking it softly with his middle finger. You jerked from the sensation, whimpering as he alternated between thrusting his tongue into your heat and suckling it with his lips. There was a slight pressure as you felt one of his fingers sliding into your pussy, already soaked with arousal. At the same time, his tongue trailed up towards your rim, teasing it with long, flat licks.
“Oh my god!” You gasped, gripping the edge of the altar, as an electrifying tingle coursed through your veins.
There was a playful smack on your ass. “Forgotten the Third Commandment already?” Leon scolded.
“Huh?”
“Taking the Lord’s name in vain,” he mimicked your tone from when you had teased him at the confessional.
“Ugh,” you whined. “I’m sure this is the least of our concerns.”
You felt his hot breath against your asshole before he dipped his tongue in lightly. Simultaneously, he pumped your pussy, pushing in another finger and stretching you out, before his tongue went back to circling around your rim, inciting a string of moans from your mouth.
“Feeling good?”
“Mm, yes,” you replied hoarsely. “But when are you going to fuck me?”
He coughed out a laugh at your bluntness, before imparting a piece of unsolicited advice. “Patience is a virtue.”
You groaned at his quip. “Really, Leon? Are you-”
He interrupted rudely, pressing his hand on your back as he entered you, burying his cock deep into your cunt. You nearly screamed in ecstasy as he pounded his hips against your ass repeatedly, already setting a brutal pace from the beginning. Maybe you should’ve been careful of what you wished for.
“What was that again?” He taunted.
You growled, clenching your jaw as you felt his dick dragging against your sensitive walls. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin echoed across the space. Your mind fogged up in an insatiable haze as you pushed back rhythmically against his thrusting, allowing him to penetrate you further, and taking pleasure in how his head brushed against your cervix with each stroke.
“So close,” you rasped, your core tightening as if it was about to burst.
At this, he pulled away briefly, flipping you over as he lifted you onto the altar top. He had a bruising grip around your thighs, which you wrapped around his waist instinctively, interlocking your ankles behind his back to draw him closer. Bewitched, he took a moment to drink in the divine sight of your flushed, moist body, supple and wanting in his arms, before kissing you sloppily on the mouth. Pressing his forehead against yours, he asserted, “You don’t know what you do to me, angel.”
With that, he rutted into you relentlessly, your breasts bouncing as you clung to the back of his neck, crying out in rapture. When you finally snapped, a glimmer from the gold cross necklace he wore daily flashed before your eyes. You looped your index finger around it, tugging at it as you peered up at the bleeding face of Christ looking down at you ominously from the crucifix. The last remains of the day’s light filtered through the stained glass behind him, casting a kaleidoscope of mottled colors across your bodies, the altar and the stone floor, like a disease.
You realized you had tempted Leon beyond salvation. But in spite of it, he had followed you willingly. This was the proof he had wanted to show you. You were the angel he would desecrate everything for. He’d cut your wings off so you’d be his and stay.
His cock throbbed with desire as he rode you through your orgasm. As he neared the edge, he pulled out, finishing himself off. Nuzzling his face into your neck, he murmured a mixture of curses and professions against your skin, while spurting hot white cum over the mound of your pussy. Holding onto the marbled structure for support, he bent over you, placing tender kisses on your eyes and your lips.
It seemed as if he had turned his back on God and worshiped you now. But instead of a guilty conscience, you felt nothing but love. Silently, both of you cleaned up and got dressed. He delicately reattached the butterfly clip that had come loose in your hair, while you wiped away the lipstick that had smudged onto his face. There would be no signs of what had transpired, except he had another surprise lined up for you.
Upon exiting the church doors, Leon took your hand, lacing his fingers through yours, as you walked out onto the street together. You were his - he’d show you off to the whole damn world without shame.
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Malicious swap
The body swapping program was designed to help students better understand their peers. It was an opportunity for students of different backgrounds, interests, and personalities to experience life in someone else’s shoes, even if only for a day.
It was the brainchild of the school’s new principal, who had been a psychology major in college. The idea was that by understanding one another better, students would get along more harmoniously.
So the students were divided into pairs, each pair consisting of one student who had been nominated as being particularly popular, and another student who had been nominated as being particularly unpopular.

The first pair chosen were Jace, the star football quarterback, and Mike, the class nerd. It wasn’t an arbitrary choice; Jace and Mike had a history of animosity between them. Jace had often picked on Mike, calling him names, tripping him in the hallway, and even stealing his homework from time to time. The hope was that by switching bodies, Jace would understand what it was like to be Mike, and would stop his cruel behavior.
Jace didn’t seem too excited about the idea, but he went along with it anyway. After all, he wanted to be more popular after all this event, and the principal said this would make him so.
The day of the switch arrived. Jace and Mike sat down in front of the strange machine the principal had built. It was shaped like two chairs, facing each other, and there were wires connecting them. A light flickered on top of each chair. The principal sat down at a small desk next to the machine. He looked up at the clock on the wall.
But before the swap I want to set up some rules, he said. Each of you will be in the other’s body for 4 days , unless the person whose body you are inhabiting decides to switch back early. If you do something harmful or cruel to your partner while you’re in their body, they can decide not to switch back, as punishment. But if you don’t harm your partner, they are required to switch back at the end of the 4 fays period. Are you both ready?
Jace and Mike both nodded.
Jace climbed into one chair, and Mike climbed into the other. They held hands with their partners, and closed their eyes. The principal turned a switch on the machine. The lights on top of the machine began to blink faster and faster.
The principal counted down from ten. When he got to zero, the lights flashed brightly, and the boys’ eyes shot open.

They both gasped in shock. Jace looked down at his body and saw that it had changed into a chubby body. His skin was now pasty white, and his hair was long and unkempt. His clothes were a baggy shirt and loose jeans.
Mike looked down at his new body and saw that it was muscular and strong. His hair was short and stylish, and his clothes were a tight t-shirt and skinny jeans.

Jace stood up out of the chair, and stumbled slightly. He looked at Mike, who was still sitting down.
“Dude, how do you walk around in this body? It’s so heavy!”
Mike smiled. “It’s not that bad once you get used to it.”
Jace stumbled over to Mike and patted his new back. “You’ve got some junk in the trunk, eh?”
Mike blushed, and looked down at the ground. “Well, yeah, I guess so.”
Jace laughed, a cruel laugh. “Well, you know what they say; the bigger the belly, the smaller the dick!”
Mike’s face turned bright red with embarrassment. He looked up at Jace, tears in his eyes. “I hate you!”
Jace laughed again. “Oh, shut up, fatty! Don’t be so sensitive!”
The principal, who had been watching the exchange, spoke up. “Jace, you’re not allowed to make fun of your partner. That’s against the rules!”
Jace glared at him. “Oh, come on, dude. I was just joking around!”
The principal shook his head. “Jace, you know how Mike feels about his weight. You should be more sensitive to his feelings.”
Jace crossed his arms, scowling. “I’m just joking around! I’m not hurting anyone’s feelings!”
The principal sighed. “Jace, you need to apologize to your partner.”
Jace glared at Mike. “Sorry,” he muttered.
Mike looked up at Jace, tears still streaming down his face. “It’s okay,” he said softly.
The principal nodded. “That’s better. Now, let’s get you two to class.”
Jace and Mike walked down the hallway, Jace stumbling slightly as he tried to get used to his new body. Mike walked beside him, feeling strange in his new body as well.
When they got to class, the other students all stared at them in shock. Some of the girls started giggling, and some of the guys snickered.
Mike sat down at his desk, trying to ignore them. But it was hard. Everyone kept staring at him, and he could tell they were smiling at him.
At lunchtime, Jace went to sit with his friends on the football team. But when he tried to join them, they all looked at him and asked "hey Mike why are youcoming near us" jace was angry and that's when Mike also came the football team welcome him as jase as he was now in his body . He act cockily like the real Jace would do and start enjoying his lunch . The real Jace was so sad seeing them like this.


Jace was getting ready to go home in his Farari when he realised the keys was with Mike in his body , Jace went to look for Mike but he saw Jace driving his Farari car with ease and heading my house or should I say his former body's house I went dejected to the hostel where Mike was living for 3 years and saw how average the facilities were. I couldn't even sleep on the bed cause it was too small for me. I got to know that Jace never tried to understand what he did with me and I felt sorry for him cause he was so ignorant.

The next day Jace woke up and was surprised to find himself naked. He still remembers he went asleep fully dressed so that means i now can undress myself naked while sleeping unconsciously He quickly got dressed and went to meet Mike.
“You look like shit, fatty. Did you stay up all night jerking off?” Mike mocked form my own athletic body.

Jace looked at Mike , a mixture of sadness and anger on his face. “I didn’t jerk off, you asshole. I stayed up all night thinking about how to end this shot project quickly so I can get my body back”
Mike laughed. “Oh, poor baby. Can’t take a little bit of humiliation?”
Jace glared at Mike. “Shut up, nerd! You don’t know anything!”
Mike smirked. “Oh, really? Well, if you want to get your project marks you’d better start treating me nicely.”
Jace’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?”
Mike smiled. “I mean that you have to treat me with respect, and not call me names. Or I might switch back early .”
Jace’s face fell. He knew he was in trouble.
The next two days went just barely survivable with so much bullying and now I also start to get hard seeing handsome young man in locker room because this was a gay nerd body .
Meanwhile,

Mike was masturbating on his new big royal bed shooting his cum all over his chest and face . He can't believe how much cum can this body shoot and how good he feels now . He is now enjoying the body of Jace and now he has made some new friends , even girls who liked Jace are now interested in him . He started to feel that he doesn't want to switch back cause his life is so much better in this body. He was starting to forget how much pain Jace caused him before. And Jace was just a shadow of his former self, always bullied and humiliated in his new body. And Mike was enjoying it more than he should. And that was his downfall.
On the last day of the swap, Mike woke up in Jace’s bed. He looked in the mirror and saw Jace’s handsome face staring back at him. He smiled at his got an idea how to make the swap permanent.
Mike went to his old hostel and silently put aphrodisiacs in Jace food . He kept an eye from a hole in his old rooms window made of wood , till he saw Jace eating it clean getting ready for school . He knew his old body was gay. So......
Jace went to laundry room for picking up Mike's or rather his washed clothes his eyes fell on several shirtless young men caming from the gym his penis got super hard and start leaking precum forming a wer spot . The young gym players got an evil idea they went to Jace and asked him to accompany them to bathroom, he nervously went with them . They closed it and starts striping him naked and let him suck their covks and swallowing their cum they even spiit in Jace mouth saying to pl ase them whenever he sees them .
All of this was being recorded by me with a drone showing how Jace fucked up his former life , Mike sent this to the school higher ups demanding explain tion from Jace why he did such horrible things . Jace was in tears telling everything . That he was forced to do it , they showed the video in school and everyone knew he was a gay and he had no choice but to suck dick . The school administration asked Jace to beg Mike to switch back the bodies but Jace was crying that Mike don't wanna switch back cause he doesn't want to get a fucked up life .
The school principal said that now Jace has to live as Mike because of his crime and now Mike will be the new 'Jace ' the famous rich football quarterback living his luxurious life . And so he did . Jace was now forced to live as Mike . He was forced to wear the nerdy clothes, and to eat the nerdy food, and to live in the nerdy hostel. And he was forced to do nerdy things, like studying hard, and playing chess. And he was forced to do nerdy jobs, like tutoring, and mowing lawns.


One day Jace heard noice from the store room so he decided to look what was there but got shocked at what he saw . He saw his former self or rather Mike fucking three cheerleaders at once , Mike was sucking one girl's breast while putting his hard penis in the second girls vagina and pushing his fingers in the third girls butt . They were all screaming in pleasure as they all were in an orgasm. Jace couldn't take it and he left the store room in tears and ran to his nerdy hostel . Mike was now living his former life and he was enjoying it a lot. And Jace was now a nerd, a gay nerd. He was crying every night, missing his Farari, and his hot girls. And he was missing his former life, the life of a famous quarterback. He was now a nobody. And he was forced to live like this forever. This is his punishment. And he learned his lesson. He learned to be more nice to nerds. Cause now he is a nerd, a gay nerd.
And Mike was living happily ever after, in Jace’s body, with all the riches, and girls, and friends. He learned that sometimes, life isn’t so bad. Sometimes, life is good. And he was happy to be alive, in Jace’s body. And he was happy to be a quarterback, and to be popular. And he was happy to live like this forever. And he learned his lesson. He learned to never bully nerds again. Cause now he knows how it feels. And he knows that sometimes, nerds can be the best. .
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Tripping Over You
pairing: azriel x reader
warnings: swearing, some typos, sexual tension, clumsy reader, just fluff
summary: Your lack of situational awareness has a certain Shadowsinger stumbling to maintain his patience.
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If Azriel was being perfectly truthful, he didn’t like you much.
It wasn’t personal but in the time he’d known you, he found you to have an annoyingly bad habit of being completely unaware of your surroundings; always just barely dodging being flayed by some disaster.
Call it bad luck or just plain carelessness but Azriel fucking hated it.
His fingers twitched when he’d caught you in a pile of your own limbs on the kitchen floor, a knife held loosely in your hand and a sheepish smile on your face as if you hadn’t almost just shoved the sharp blade in your neck because you’d been too preoccupied to clean up the little puddles of water you left around. “Give me that,” He grumbles with a scoff, carefully snatching the blade from your hands.
Unintelligible words drip from his tongue and you watch wide-eyed, slowly rising back to your feet as the shadowsinger quickly finished the sandwich you were attempting to make, slicing it four ways with a huff and sliding it in your direction. “Thanks.”
“You need to be more careful.”
More of that went on for weeks.
Short, snappy comments on your inability to step out of bed without the possibility of breaking a bone, soothed over by Azriel just completing whatever task for you. His behavior should’ve deterred you; the deep scowls and gruff voice, the tension in his shoulders that formed when he noticed you in a room—but at least he always noticed.
Always had a hand curling around your arm when you tripped and was the first one to pull you out of the water after wandering off a little too deep. Water soaks your hair, dripping into your eyes and you’re weightless when he tugs you over to the more shallow area, seaweed sinking in your toes. “Why are you even in the water if you can’t swim?”
“I can swim,” It comes out choppy, cheeks red from all the coughing but Azriel can’t help the feeling that burns in his belly when you peer up at him, eyes glittering and full lips quirking at the corners. “Just didn’t realize how far out I’d gotten.”
He looks positively exasperated by your passiveness, chest rising and falling quickly with each breath and you’re no better than any of the other women who dared stare at the spymaster long enough to take in the true expanse of muscle that lies beneath those leathers. Rippling pectorals, biceps that flexed deliciously as he spoke; he’s more animated than you’d ever anticipated, usually offering nothing but perfect silence—or the occasional sarcastic comment towards his brothers. You’re not really paying attention to what he’s saying, eyes wandering down his form and he abruptly stops talking when he sees the way your eyes catch down his abdomen, mouth pouty and hair dripping down your shoulders. “Are you even fucking listening?”
“Not really.”
“Unbelievable,” The view when he turns is almost as amazing as the front, perfect dips and ridges of his back and broad shoulders enough to have you forcing your eyes away before you drooled enough to fill the lake three times over. Inky hair shines under the sun, hazel eyes snapping to you over his shoulder and shadows slink out to you in seconds. They push at you, urging you forward until your toes sink in dry sand.
Azriel lets you go ahead first, partially because he wasn’t a hundred percent confident you wouldn’t try going back—but mostly he just wants a better look at the bathing suit you’d slipped into. It’s nothing overtly scandalous but attention drawing all the same, skinny ties and bottoms that show enough to have his fingers twitching with want at his sides. “You’re staring,” Rhys informed, a bare elbow nudging into Azriel’s ribs.
“Because, I just don’t get it,” He’s referring to you, tripping twice over nothing on your return to the girls under the shade, your knees scraped from a tumble and a scarred hand reaches to cup the back of his head when Amren swiftly stabilized you. “How come when Amren finally decides to make friends it’s with fucking Bambi of all people?”
“She’s sweet,” Rhys shrugs, violet eyes regarding you no more than a sister but your beauty was undeniable. “So, she’s a little clumsy—big deal.”
“A little clumsy,” Az repeats, sounding genuinely annoyed and the High Lord can’t push back the growing smirk that tugs on the corners of his mouth. “She’s a liability, she’s going to get herself ki—“ The words die on his tongue, a low sound pulling from his chest when Azriel is forced to send a shadow out to stop you from slicing your fingers clean off with the dagger Mor had handed over to pry open the wine bottle. “Mother above.”
The air was fresh, a cool breeze sifting through quickly drying clothes under the sweltering sun and Rhysand could admit he’d seen his brother through many emotions. Anger, grief, disappointment, happiness—but never such mother hen like attentiveness; hazel eyes tracking your every move like a hawk. “Are you interested in her?”
“Are you insane?”
Rhys shrugged, bare shoulders going golden under the suns rays. “That answer varies depending on who you ask but that doesn’t really answer my question.”
“She’s—“ The words get caught in his throat, muscles tensing under the discomfort that grows under his skin because Azriel hadn’t even thought about that. Sure, he’d been slightly more involved than he’d originally planned but you just kept getting yourself into such trouble; he had no choice but to stay close behind to make sure you stayed safe. “There’s no way—“ Heat begins to warm the top of his ears and the shove he gives is less than gentle. “Oh, fuck you.”
Rhysand doesn’t seem phased, a teasing smile on sharp features and Azriel doesn’t miss the way the High Lord keeps trailing his eyes back to Feyre, her fingers raking through your hair until most of it was braided out of your face and decorated in an assortment of little flowers. You’re soft—a little too sweet and that obliviousness Az always grumbled about was a little noticeable in the way you allowed things to just happen around you. Fey deciding to do your hair, Mor topping off your wine before you’d even gotten halfway through, Nesta snatching at the book you’d had tucked in your bag and her eyes widen when she flips to a random page, a red tinge flushing her cheeks.
But the book shuts too quickly for even Az’s shadows to sneak a peek.
“You’re allowed to be happy you know,” Rhysand doesn’t look; doesn’t even let his voice get too loud in fear that his friend would shut down or disappear and never bring up a single personal thing again. “If you like her then just act on it. Mother knows we all could benefit from a little more happiness.”
There’s a pause and Rhys can’t get a good read on what Azriel’s thinking. “I appreciate that but that’s not what this is. She’s just a danger to herself and others—it’s better I keep an eye on her myself.”
A knowing smile on the Lord of Darkness’ face. “Right, of course.”
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It only gets worse from there and while Azriel doesn’t catch onto it right away—Rhysand was definitely behind it. Conjuring up wisps of darkness to curl around your ankles and trip you up, forcing the shadowsinger to rush to your aid and somewhere along the way he ditches his sneer for just a soft frown. “Sorry,” You sheepishly allow yourself to be steadied, acutely aware of the large hands splayed at your hips. “I think I’m still a little tired.”
“I bet,” Azriel’s quick to retort, hands slipping away entirely too soon and the ghost of where his touch once was yearned for more. “Heard Amren and Mor have been introducing you to Rhys’ liquor collection.”
At the reminder your hand raises to press to your temple, a low grunt sounding under your breath and he finds your crankiness kind of adorable. “Yeah, they’ve been breaking me in.”
He swallows audibly at the word choice, hazel eyes stealing a glance at you from the very corner of his vision but you make no indication that you were intending being flirtatious—it still doesn’t stop the blood from rushing to his cock. Giant wings bristle behind him and Azriel can’t stop staring at your night clothes; a tiny pair of shorts and an oversized shirt that hung off one shoulder. Your legs look soft; bare toes padding against the floor until you’re perched on the stool, eyes still a little hazy with sleep but you don’t make a move to cook anything—not with Azriel around.
He would’ve stopped you if you tried anyway and then he’d start complaining about you not being able to touch the appliances after forgetting to turn the burner off one time—or four.
But, who was really counting?
It’s instinctual the way he grabs for some fruit and a bowl, washing and carefully cutting them; peeling bitter citrus off and leaving the sweet parts before sliding the blow over. “Eat.”
You don’t hesitate though you do sigh softly, feet swinging. “Did Amren hire you to like take care of me or something?”
His brows furrow, confusion growing at the question, at your tone, at the embarrassed expression sinking into such pretty features it makes Azriel’s stomach twist. “No.”
But you only nod, frown still present while you spear at fresh fruit. “Are you sure? I know you’re the High Lords spymaster and Ren told me how you like to keep an eye on things.”
Ren?
Since when did Amren allow nicknames?
“—mentioned how she’s had you look after a few prized possessions for her before.” You seem different to him somehow, more guarded and stern than he’d ever once seen you and it sends a shiver up his spine. Intrigue grows, the picture of you he’d been painting of some scampering baby animal was beginning to seem furthest from the truth with such contained fire behind your tone and suddenly he wonders exactly where Amren even found you.
“I have before, yes.” The kitchen remains silent; probably not for much longer with the steadily rising sun and the smell of hot food beginning to waft in the air as Azriel sauntered about the kitchen—chopping here and adding spices there, cracking an egg or two before cranking the heat up a little higher to cook the potatoes faster. “And no, she didn’t ask me to watch you.”
“Then, why are you here?” You clear your throat, seemingly aware of how it comes off and he can’t resist a smile when you look genuinely confused. “Why are you always here?”
“I’m still not a hundred percent sure about that yet but,” He doesn’t face you when he answers, shoulders stretching out a plain black tee with carefully cut out lines on the back nearly six inches in diameter to make room for the base of his wings. They hover high behind him, flexing and shifting with his arms as he moves and you find yourself a little transfixed—a trained killer preparing you breakfast in his pajamas. “—you looked like you’d been stumbling your way through life for a while,” You’re pleasantly surprised by the amount of care in his voice; hair mussed and pillow lines fading in the left side of his cheek and your eyes catch on the low hang of his sweatpants. “Getting passed off from one hand to the next, just allowing life to happen to you however it came at you and I guess—“ He lets out a deep breath, the words seeming to be a struggle to muster up, to say out loud and you stay quiet in fear of scaring him off. “I suppose I could relate to what that felt like once upon a time and I figured you could benefit from a little support.”
You’re quiet longer than he’d have liked and Az can’t tell if the uptick in your heartbeat is a good thing or not but his shadows urge him to turn—to look. You seem skeptical at first, eyes boring into him so intensely he felt like you were stripping him bare, pulling back his ribs and holding his heart in your hands; judging his character and his choices and the soul that resided somewhere in between.
It’s a struggle to remain calm, the cool disposition that Azriel had thought he’d mastered crumbled to nothing before his very eyes. Scarred hands take their time fixing your plate, piling on the protein and making sure to add the fruit he’d caught you wiggling over the last time.
“No one’s ever said anything like that to me before.” Someone’s awake, you can hear their footsteps against the glossy floors and a steaming piece of bacon is pinched between two fingers when you lean over and press a kiss to Azriel’s cheek; just a gentle pressure an inch or two away from his mouth but you might as well have just punched him right in the gut with the way it takes his breath away. “Thank you.” He’s still reeling when you continue, humming in appreciation over your food and his fate is sealing when you smile brightly at him. “You know, you’re not so bad when you aren’t being a prick.”
“Tolerable enough to let me take you out sometime?”
“I’m surprised you know that’s a thing,” You tease over your food, wisps of cool darkness careening through your hair and resting at your thighs like a napping feline. “—considering you’ve taken to just following me everywhere.” There’s a blush burning on the curve of his ears, shadows ghosting past your ear as a distraction and distantly you wonder if Azriel could feel you the way they could. “Tripping me up with these things just to have an excuse to put your hands on me.”
“Wait, I haven’t—“ There’s a smug cough sounding in his brain and the spymaster’s gaze cuts to the corner of the room. A smirking Rhys still shirtless from the night before just lingering in silence, silently urging, mentally pleading with Az to just take this slice of happiness. He sucks in a soft breath, heart thudding against his chest and his voice is barely above a whisper. “If you knew why didn’t you stop me?”
He can smell your conditioner when you turn to face him, palms braced on the stool beneath you and you lean forward, eyes staring up at him and your toes graze at his knees. “Because, I like your attention.” More rustling and the unmistakable sound of Cassian’s booming laugh and you’re jumping off the stool, food finished and plate dropped off in the sink and Azriel can’t help but think that’s the most balanced he’d ever seen you as your hips swish a little on your way out, words thrown over your shoulder before you disappear. “And yes, I would like to go out with you sometime.”
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💭 thinking about… bau!spencer and barista!reader
it’s late, and the case the BAU had been assigned is particularly cruel. a young boy, dismembered and then left on the side of the road to rot. it puts the whole team in a weird air, and leaves them to spend almost the entire night trying to crack it.
so naturally, they need coffee. and unfortunately for spencer, being the youngest means he’s the designated coffee run person. so grudgingly, with a pat on the back from morgan and a few bucks from hotch, he takes the elevator to the last floor, and exits the bau building to the coffee shop just across the street. surprisingly, the light inside is still on.
the door dings as he opens it, and there you are. sweat beading on your brow, your brown uniform cap a bit askew as you wipe down the counter with an old rag. and in this moment, spencer doesn’t think he’d ever seen a more beautiful girl.
you, on the other hand, feel like this. it’s the your first (and not your last) late night shift that you’ve picked up since you started college, and it’s weighing down on you. you swear you can feel your bones aching as you move. the sound of the bell is heard, but you don’t acknowledge it until the actual customer has walked up to the counter.
“hi, welcome to peet’s coffee, what can i get for-“ and then you stop speaking, expression a bit stunned. it’s the fbi boy. the boy you’ve seen more than a few times exit and enter the BAU building(and have harbored a secret crush on).
spencer smiles, seeing the flush grow on your cheeks, the way your expression is a bit stunned. and sure, he’s not great at picking up social cues despite being a profiler, but in this moment he can quickly tell you think he’s attractive.
“one black coffee with sugar, two with milk, and one with milk and sugar. please.”
you nod slow, as if your brain hasn’t quite caught up with the fact that he’s in front of you. then you snap out of your (embarrassing) reverie, and quickly grab a few paper cups, writing the orders on there.
“um.. what’s your name? i- i mean, the order, the order needs a name-“
“spencer. spencer reid.”
if spencer wasn’t so nervous he’d be happy at the fact that for once, the other person in the conversation is flustered instead of him.
“o-okay.. spencer. your coffee’s will be out soon.”
he gives a polite nod and another smile, holding back a chuckle at the way another flush spreads on your cheeks.
“thank you…” spencer trails off eyes darting down to the shiny silver name tag, reading your name. he says it out loud before making eye contact with you again, and he can’t help but think about how cute you look with that smudge of coffee ground on your cheek.
within minutes the coffees are done and placed in a cardboard holder. you don’t bother calling out his name since he’s the only one there anyway. spencer smiles and takes it from you, his hands growing clammy when your fingers brush.
“hey uh.. you’re from the fbi building across the street right?” you internally wince at your lame attempt to make conversation. but instead of just brushing off, he nods and answers.
“yeah uhm.. i work at the BAU,” he sees your confused expression. “behavioral analysis unit.”
“wow that’s really cool. so you like.. fight bad guys?”
that elicits a chuckle from spencer’s lips, but he nods anyway, shrugging. “i guess you could say that.”
“well, anyway, guess i’ll see you around more often?” you offer nervously, raising your brow.
“yeah i.. id like that.”
you both smile at each other, holding eye contact like you’re in a cheesy rom com before spencer is off, back to his team to deliver the coffees. when he comes back, dishing out the different orders to the team, he fails to mention about his little meet cute with the pretty barista at the shop.
but fate finds its way to make him spill the beans.
“why is there a number on my cup?” says morgan aloud, peering at the phone number clearly written on the side in black sharpie.
spencer freezes, his expression giving him away as all eyes dart to him.
he regrets not telling you which coffee was actually his.
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Èxtasis ~ Hanta Sero x Reader

Hispanic! Hanta Sero x Hispanic! Reader
PART 1 HERE
YALL I ATE THIS TF UP FOR EVERYONE WHO’S BEEN WAITING I THINK IT WAS WORTH IT
Summary: Months after hooking up with the sexy hispanic man of your dreams at a baile, you are invited to one of his college parties. You missed him, bad.
Wc: 9.2k (sorry!)
Cw: AU! w no powers, porn w plot!, p in v, College AU! Hanta, SMUTT, dirty talk, drinking, weed smoking, spanish-speaking, reader and sero display hoe behavior, the two of them are DOWN BADD for each other, a HINT of breeding kink mb, unsafe sex
CHARACTERS ARE 21+ MDNI
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Hanta Sero has not had a girlfriend since High School. He told himself there would be no point in dating in College. He was too busy studying, doing internships. He did not have time for a relationship. Plus, he's young and handsome. Girls have always liked him and it was always fairly easy to get a bit of attention from them. He never tried very hard in that department, the hookups came to him. But ever since he met you, months ago at that stupid baile he cannot seem to get you out of his head. It pisses him off, he audibly groans whenever you send a text. Yet he whines even more when you don't text back, he'll even double text to get an answer from you. He calls you every morning, stalks your socials religiously, every time a dude comments on one of your posts he goes straight to their profile, scoffing loudly at the douches you seem to attract.
Denki says Sero is one of the douches but Hanta disagrees. He likes you, really. He just does not want a relationship right now.
However, if he were to get in one (which is just a hypothetical-of course!) then it would be with a girl like you. Someone sweet and pretty. A girl his mom would actually approve of.
"You should tell her to come up during break man" Denki suggests, peering over Hanta's shoulder which is watching your story. "Invite her to our party"
He shuts off his phone, trying to act like he was not just caught stalking your account for what felt like the hundredth time. The guys all make fun of him for it-and he tells them to shut the fuck up. "Nah..." Hanta sighs, rubbing his head at how screwed he would be if you showed up to their annual spring break bash. He would love to party with you again, get a chance to see you dance something other than a Huapango. You know how you to move your hips-he can only imagine the way you might grind on him to some shitty house music should you show up. But it is that very same reason he cannot allow you to come because then he would have to answer to the handful of girls he'd been hooking up with since Freshman year. "Not if I wanna get caught the fuck up"
Plus he'd hate to embarrass you. Or have you see him for the hoe he truly is. You think he's a nice guy-he will leave it at that.
"Quit bein' a dumbass and invite her! Not like you fucked anyone since you came back" Bakugo casually drops himself into the conversation, plopping onto the couch beside Sero. "Right?"
"Right" Hanta sighs again because yes, it's true. He has not even texted a girl that wasn't you or Mina since visiting home. Since meeting you. He's not sure why, they just don't really interest him anymore. He knows what he wants, and you are too far to indulge in that desire.
"Holy shit Bakugo's right! You haven't even kissed anyone! That's a new record!" Denki laughs, scrolling through his phone as he takes a hit of his pen.
"Shut the hell up. Make it sound like I'm a man-whore or something"
The way they look at him makes Sero roll his eyes. He guesses he should not be so surprised his friends seem to think the worst of him. It's what they do best. "You're almost there bro...starting to catch up with Bakugo's numbers"
Katsuki grumbles, flipping Denki off as he texts some girl back who has been swiping up on his story for weeks. The irony is not lost on him.
And before Hanta can keep playing dumb his phone begins to ring, your cute little contact photo pops up. A picture he took of you on facetime, mouth open as you slept comfortably in bed. But yeah, Hanta's definitely not obsessed with you. Looking back at the contact name he smiles-Hermosa😍'. He stands up to answer the phone but it seems his two friends have other plans .
Denki grabs the phone in one swift motion, immediately running up the stairs as Bakugo tackles Hanta back into the couch. They wrestle for a bit but it is obvious from the very beginning-Hanta is going nowhere any time soon. He can hear Denki laughing on the phone, joking around with you-he asks what you're wearing and Sero has to fight the urge to lunge after him for even trying to flirt with you. Joking or not, Denki's gonna get what's coming to him.
"Stop talking to her dumbass!" Sero's voice is muffled due to his face being pressed into the couch. Katsuki is practically sitting on top of him by this point.
Kaminari is giggling and quite literally twirling his hair as he talks to you. He goes further up the stairs as Hanta fights for his life. Then a few minutes later, Denki sets the phone down of the coffee table, anxious eyes waiting for the second Katsuki gets off of their lovestruck friend. And when Hanta finally does break free he chases Kaminari around their house, shoving through every door, throwing him into walls before he finally gets a good grip on him. Bakugo does nothing but sit and watch.
Later that night when Sero calls you, lying comfortably in his bed, practically kicking his feet in excitement at the sound of your sweet voice all he can think about is what Denki may have told you. But he doesn't bring it up because his mind is still not decided. It's not that he does not want to see you (that's not the case at all), he'd just hate to throw you right in the middle of all his mess. You deserve better than that. At the same time, he would absolutely love to show you off in front of all his college friends. The girls (and Bakugo) especially.
"Can I ask you something?" You question, doing your skincare routine on the other side of the phone. Hair pulled back, face all greased up with product as you use a jade roller on your face. He probably wouldn't think you're so cute if he could see you now. Or maybe he would.
"Dime" He's on his back, staring up at his ceiling-he doesn't realize the heavy beating of his heart until it drums against the fingers on his chest. He's down bad for you. He hates it. All he can imagine is what your room looks, he's seen it a few times on FaceTime. It looks so comfy and clean, it probably smells good. Your bed is fluffy and full of stuffed animals, what he would give for the chance to cuddle up with you.
"Is there a reason you didn't tell me about your party? I mean I don't really care if there is I just thought it was weird Denki invited me and not you"
Sero sighs, fuck. Should he be honest? And possibly taint the image you have of him in your head. Or should he lie? Which would likely set off another string of lies and then your situationship would be built off of something that's not even true. Things built on lies never last, he is painfully aware of the fact. And he is not ready to say goodbye to you any time soon. So he puts on his big boy pants, it's how he knows he genuinely likes you. If you were someone else he would lie without second thought. "I mean....there's just some shit I'm kinda embarrassed of. I want you to go! I really do it's just....complicated"
"Mhmm" You nod, eyes narrowing because you are not naive. You know men by now. "You trying to hide me or something?"
He laughs weakly. "M'not trying to hide you"
"So what is it? You're embarrassed of me?!"
"No!" He pinches the bridge of his nose, shit. He can't remember the last time he had to explain himself like this. It's why he hates having a girlfriend, life is easier when you're single. "Just don't want you to think anything bad of me. I feel like we have a good thing going. Don't need to fuck it all up"
You laugh. "Ohh okay I think I get it. You're being a little sucio and don't wanna introduce me to all your hoes"
"Oh my goddd not even" He sighs, rubbing his face. "Y'know I don't talk to girls anymore. Not since I met you.."
He sounds like he means it. His voice gets quiet towards the end, as saying it out loud makes it all feel real. He sounds afraid almost, that's how you know he is being truthful. "Yeah me neither, I haven't talked to any guys"
Except for the one you made out with last week but that's not really important. He means nothing. "Hanta, you can tell me the truth. I won't judge you or anything"
"Yeah?" He asks and you confirm, yes-you will not get upset at whatever he has to say. It's not like he's your boyfriend although you aren't completely opposed to the idea. "I got with a lot of girls before you...most of them will probably be there. They might try and say some shit to you"
You remain quiet for a while, for a moment he is afraid you are going to just hang up and never talk to him again. Block him on everything and move on. "You lead them on?"
"No, was never serious with any of them. There's this one girl who keeps texting me and I haven't answered. She's the one I'm mostly worried about"
"Well that's it? I can handle that estupido! Just promise you won't make me look dumb and flirt with them right in front of my face!"
"Oh nah I'd never do that. If i'm inviting you then you're mine. Gonna show you off to everyone mamas"
You laugh, finally at ease. You really thought it was gonna be worse than that. You'd be lying if you said you would not be in a similar situation should you invite him to one of your friend's parties. "Aw Hanta! We both aint shit!" You giggle and he can finally laugh too.
You're so cool, he should have known it would be okay. Now he's excited more than anything to have you over. He also cannot stop but think about the fact that he'll finally have you in his bed, not the back seat of his pickup. Maybe he'll get you flowers, try and be a little romantic before he rearranges your guts. It's all he can think about.
"Is it okay if my friend Kiri comes too?"
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It's the night of the party and you have yet to arrive, Hanta checks his phone every five seconds to see if you've texted saying you're there yet. Even as a few people begin to show up, Denki setting up the music as Mina and a few other girls start to make some drinks all he can do is stare out the window. Waiting for you rather impatiently, he is interrupted by Denki shoving a beer into his hands.
"C'mon loverboy, she'll be here soon" He drags his friend into the kitchen to do some shots. Anything to get him from moping around and kill the vibe before it's even started.
The party started two hours ago and you are barely about to pull up. Thanks to Kirishima, who forgot to check his tires before the two of you left for what was supposed to a cute little road trip. It turned into sitting on the side of the road for an hour while you waited for his brother to bring the spare that should have been in the trunk already. So yeah, you're annoyed, whole body turned the opposite way as you look out the window. Ejirou spares a few glances towards your way, sighing when he realizes you still refuse to look at him.
"Im sorry dude" He pushes your shoulder and you groan, pushing your body up closer to the door.
"Don't touch me dumbass"
"Brooo, we're gonna go party! And you're gonna see your mans. Lighten up!"
You scoff, arms crossed as you finally look at him. "Yeah hopefully he's not fucked up already with his tongue down some girl's throat!"
Kiri rolls his eyes. "So dramatic. We're literally here"
Your head perks up as you look out at the row of cars taking up either side of the street. You giggle excitedly, clapping your hands together as you pull your phone out to call Hanta. Only problem is that he doesn't answer, you see a group of people heading into a house which you rightfully assume to be the party. You slap your best friend's shoulder, encouraging him to slow down. "Im getting down! Byee"
And before he can even protest you are hopping out of the car. You fix your little short shorts, flipping your hair a few times as you go for the mini perfume in your pocket and lip gloss. You pull out your phone to check yourself out in the camera, pulling your shirt down a bit to make sure one of your best assets are on display. You give a little kiss to the camera, to yourself as a bit of encouragement before trying to call Hanta again.
Sero is upstairs putting Midoriya to bed. It seems the green haired boy partied a little too hard a little too fast. And to save him the embarrassment of throwing up in front of half the school, Hanta scooped him up before it could get any worse. He sets a trash can down beside the bed, ridding him of the shirt now covered in jungle juice. He pats Izuku's head. "Gonna head back downstairs man. Stay here, kay?"
"Yer a good friend" Is all the inebriated boy can stutter out and Hanta laughs.
"I know" He shuts the door behind him, crossing the hall to go and grab a blunt from his dresser. He's been waiting for you, only took one shot and is currently babysitting his second beer. When you get here, then the fun can really start. He saw your texts about what happened, how sorry you are but he's just happy you're still coming. He thought you'd cancel for sure. Placing the blunt behind his ear, he is careful not to squish it with the viper sunglasses which sit atop his head. Fuck, he just wishes you were here already. Digging his hand into his pocket, his eyes widen.
Where the fuck is his phone?
You look around like a lost puppy, quickly dodging a few drunk people who come hurling downstairs. Finding a spot against the wall you try and call Hanta again, listening to the dial tone as you search for anyone you might recognize. Kaminari and Mina are nowhere to be seen. You sigh as Hanta's voicemail rings through your ears.
"Hey, you want a drink?"
A blonde guy goes up to you. He has spiky hair and towers over you as you realize you have seen him on a few of Sero's snap stories. He's pretty cute. You think Hanta's cuter though. "Uhhhh" Your eyes scan the crowd again, you shield them from the whole light show they have going on. Clearly, they are no strangers to throwing big parties. "Yeah sure"
"Want me to make it for you?"
You narrow your eyes, you know better than to say yes to that. And then you chuckle when you read his shirt; 'I Heart Latinas'. "Nah just show me what you got"
He nods and you follow him through the crowd, you notice the way people just seem to move out the way when they see him coming. It's nice, much better than having to shove your way through. "I like your shirt by the way" You compliment when you reach the kitchen, he hands you a red solo cup.
He looks down, smiling as he suddenly remembers what it says. "Oh yeah...Kaminari got em' for all of us"
You giggle, it makes sense. "Aw well we appreciate the love"
He smiles, showing off his perfectly straight teeth before showing you the plethora of mixers they have. There's two whole buckets of ice, some jungle juice. Bottles, beers, seltzers, just about anything you can think of. You settle on some jungle juice, he promises it's good and you are about to bring it to your lips when you pause. You raise an eyebrow curiously. "Hold on...this shit's not like laced is it?!"
"The hell kinda party you think this is?!" The blonde clearly takes offense, face scrunching up. You laugh, shrugging your shoulders.
"I dunno but you always gotta be careful" You defend yourself. He takes a step closer, pouring himself a cup and takes a long, exaggerated sip. You laugh at the theatrics. "Okayy I believe you"
He extends his cup out to cheers, you tap it lightly with your own before taking a big chug. Squealing in delight when you realize it actually tastes pretty good. "Not bad!"
His eyes scan you up and down, checking you out a bit as someone scoots past the two of you. You have to step a bit closer to him to let them through. "I got class with you or something? You look familiar"
"Oh no I don't even live out here. I'm supposed to be meeting my friend but he won't answer his phone"
Bakugo's face drops, mumbling a small 'shit' under his breath. "Sero?" You nod excitedly at the mention of his name. Of fucking course, the first cute girl he decides to try and talk to is his housemate's date. "Yikes I gotta go"
"What?! Why?!"
"You're Sero's girl...can't do my boy like that" He shakes his head.
"Ugh" You groan, trying to look around for him again. "Will you at least help me find him?"
"Sure thing" Katsuki nods. "Let's go ask Denki if he's seem him anywhere" He extends a beefy arm out to guide you through the crowd. You are about to grab it but that just happens to be the moment your best friend finds you. With someone he knows all too well.
"Katsuki?!" Kirishima calls out excitedly, completely ignoring you.
"Kirishima?! Man, the hell are you doing out here?!" They look like two kids in a candy store, dapping each other up a bit too excitedly. They do the classic 'bro-hug', you roll your eyes because all you want is so find Sero and get the party going.
"Im friends with Yn! Im sleeping on your couch tonight man!" They dap each other up again and you groan. Of course Kirishima knows him-he knows everybody. They both decide this calls for a shot and before you can argue, the guy you now know as Katsuki shushes you.
"Fuck Sero! Come take a shot with us, pretty girl!"
Well, you can't say no to that. So you follow and after throwing the first one back with ease, Ejirou convinces you that you need another one. You smile, this is why you brought him out here-he knows how to party. Always your partner in crime you accept, this time you let Bakugo pour a shot of the Buzzball right in your mouth, Kiri records it all for snap.
And as you are recuperating from the back-to-back shots you spot him, in the corner with a fucking girl. One of his arms is up against the wall, basically trapping her up against it. His free hand moves as he talks, hanging his head in what seems to be exasperation. It looks like they are arguing, you furrow your brow as you watch. Could it be that girl he was warning you about? Was it more serious than he let you believe?"
"Bro! Give me my phone back!" Hanta pleads, arguing with a drunk girl is never fun. Especially when it's one you hooked up with months prior and she has now stolen your phone with no intent of handing it back.
Unless you reach in her back pocket, where her hands cautiously guard the device. "I told youuu where it iss" She slurs and Hanta sighs, rolling his eyes as he looks for anyone that can help. He has Mina in mind specifically.
"M'not fucking reaching back there!" He shakes his head. "This shit's not cute, you know? It's annoying!"
She giggles, obviously not in the right state of mind to listen to anything he has to say. He looks around and spots you, sipping a drink and staring right at him. You're in between Bakugo and your friend that you've told him so much about. You look pissed, head cocked to the side when you realize he's finally spotted you.
His eyes widen, looking back down at the girl he now realizes he may be standing a bit too close to. He can imagine how it looks, it's going to be hard to explain this one. But he gives up on his phone, body immediately moving towards you. Like a magnet, he makes his way through the crowd, chest buzzing in excitement although you may not feel the same way about him.
"Hermosa!" He calls out when he's close enough, he tries to give you a hug but you refuse, arms crossed and completely closed off to him. "I'm so sorry this dumb girl stole my phone! I was just trying to get it back, I promise! Been waiting for you"
He hangs his head low, slowly scooting closer as your body language remains the same. You turn away when he tries to go in for a kiss, his lips land on your cheek. "Mi princesa don't be like that. M'sorry if you called. I dunno how she got my phone, must have left it down here"
He hugs your waist, dropping his forehead to your shoulder as you sigh. "Come onnnn" He whines.
You crack a smile, running a hand up his back and through his hair. "Te extrañé" And you look down at his shirt, one that is matching with Bakugo's. 'I Heart Latinas'. "You wear this for me?" You joke.
"Mhm" He nods smugly, his stomach has butterflies now that you're here. "Let's take a shot, been waiting for you preciosa"
You nod excitedly. "Mkay" You attempt to make your way back to the drinks but he pulls you back. Blocking your body with his, he pushes you up against the counter.
"Besitos first" He's practically pouting, grabbing your chin and leaning in so close you can smell the mint gum he had previously been chewing. "Since you wouldn't give me any before"
Perhaps you should fight him a little longer, make him work for it. But you've been waiting for this moment for hours (weeks actually). Anxiously making up scenarios the whole car ride over as you ached to feel his lips on yours again. You give in, placing a quick yet feverish kiss on his lips. Your tongue swipes his bottom lip but pulls away before he can do anything about.
He chuckles lowly, it reverberates deep within his chest as he gets even closer, hips pushing right into yours. "Qué coqueta" He says it so quietly that the music drowns him out but you are far too preoccupied by his lips meeting yours again. They move in sync, a hand grips you by the hair as his tongue invades your mouth. He melts into your touch, suddenly forgetting all about the party as he is too focused on how addictive your lips taste. He's impatient, having thought about this moment far too much. A hand grips at your hips, rolling it against his with no shame. He swallows the whimper that leaves your throat, not even caring to stop when someone taps his shoulder a few times.
It's only when they yell his name that he turns his head away from you, bottom lip red and swollen. "Huh?!" He asks, rather annoyed.
"Now that your girl's here we gotta take a shot, man!" Kaminari has suddenly appeared, abandoning his post as the DJ. A matching 'I Heart Latinas' shirt with the rest of his friends. "She like the shirts?!"
"I love them!" You shout, popping your head out from behind Hanta.
"I want one!" Kirishima says, making you roll your eyes.
You do a cheers, taking shots of Patrón (Patronskis as you so lovingly call it). Setting off the rest of the night, you look around and smile-so relieved to finally be back in Sero's presence. You've been waiting to let loose and as you watch Hanta light up the blunt you look over at your best friend who seems to be having fun. You give a thumbs up, because your mission has been accomplished-you almost feel bad for yelling at him so much earlier. But he clearly has no hard feelings because he shoots you one back, a cheesy smile on his face. Now, the real fun can begin.
You keep it cute and classy, pacing yourself because you have every intent of making it through the whole night. You want to cherish every moment, most of the party is spent dancing and grinding on Sero on the dance floor. Although you are sure he doesn't mind, he looks amazed really, as you throw it back on him. He couldn't care less about his phone anymore, his friends are taking videos anyways. They'll definitely be sending them to him tomorrow. DJ Denki is playing bangers, the drinks have yet to run out and you are having a great time.
That's what matters the most to him, how happy you look. Going back between giggling at the unexpected duo that is Bakugo and Kirishima-you swear your friend has gotten at least four girl's numbers and dancing with Mina-who drunkenly hugs you as the music plays. Slow dancing to a song which has probably never been slow danced to. "You're so fuckin' pretty I love you!" She hiccups, giggling when she catches herself. "Fuck I need to stop drinking"
You agree and go sit down with her for a while, sure to share a bottle of water between the two of you. Hanta watches you with a soft smile from the other side of the toom, not even pretending to care about whatever story Monoma is yapping about. You just look so good right now, it takes everything in him to not just throw you over his shoulder and bring you upstairs to fuck you stupid.
Mina's head is on your shoulder, you finish the rest of the water bottle feeling surprisingly okay. Sure, you're drunk but the room isn't spinning the way you thought it would be by now. You don't feel gross, or sick. You feel hot more than anything.
"You're a really cool girl Yn. I hope Sero stops fucking around and asks you out" It's the most sober Ashido has sounded since you've arrived.
"You really think he'd do that?" You ask, a bit in disbelief that this could ever be anything serious. You feel like it is quite obvious that whatever the two of you are doing has no labels attached to it. He lives an hour and a half away, not too far but at the same time it isn't ideal. He's also mentioned before that he was not really looking for a girlfriend anyways, you did not take it to heart because at the time you felt the same way. But for some reason, things feels different now.
"Y'knoww" Mina stops, clearly in thought as she tries to put the words together. "He looks happy when he talks t'you. Gets super excited when you call. It's cute" She giggles, thinking back on how it is quite rare to ever see him get flustered in any way. "Just sayin"
Later, while the party dies down you find yourself on a stool by the kitchen counter, watching Sero attempt to find Kaminari's vape. Someone stole it! (He swears). Although he is not trying very hard because every few seconds he stops to give you a kiss, give your skin a little pinch, ask if you're okay. Every time you giggle and say you are, that he should stop asking.
He has successfully searched the entire kitchen and found nothing. He decides he's done his part as a friend. It is time to turn the attention back to you. He finds his place between your thighs, spreading them apart to fit his broad body in between. Your arms rest on his shoulders, gazing up with the cutest look in your eye. You want him as bad as he wants you, he can tell.
"You still okay?" He questions for the millionth time that night, nose bumping into yours.
"I'm good" You chuckle, nibbling at his bottom lip. He groans, thankful that the music is still playing to drown it out.
"So pretty" He compliments, looking you up and down as he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. Finally, his lips crash against yours, hungrier than ever before. Not caring who could be near, he is too lost in the sensation of your tongue rolling against his. A hand guides the back of your head, making it impossible for you to pull away. When a hand squeezes your thigh you squeal, pulling your lips apart and looking down. You rest your head on his chest, trying to catch your breath. "Wanna go upstairs hermosa?"
You nod wordlessly, hopping down from your seat with his help. Your hands don't leave one another until the door slams shut behind you, a loud click as he locks it behind the two of you. And no less than a second later he pushes you against the door, too impatient to drag you all the way over to the bed. "Yn...fuck" He pants, so desperate to feel you. Hands rake up and down your body, squeezing whenever it feels necessary. His lips latch onto your neck, his leg settling between your thighs as he lets you rest against it. Oh so slowly moving your hips back and forth. "Need you. Been needing you" His mouth waters as he kisses down your chest, pulling your shirt up to kiss at your tummy as he begins to kneel.
His head goes down to kiss your legs, he licks a stripe up your calf and it makes you shudder. "Gonna taste you, been thinking about it this whoole time" He groans, pulling down your cute little shorts. A wet spot hugs your lips, seeping through the baby blue material. He mentioned it was his favorite color once, you wanted to surprise him. If only you knew how many times he imagined this very moment and fucked his fist to the thought of it. "M'dying to know how this pretty pussy tastes"
He is pathetic with the way he shoves his face into you without abandon, breathing in your scent and not caring if you think it's weird or not. He pulls your thighs over his shoulders, encouraging you to rest all of your weight in him, he'd like to be suffocated by your pussy if possible. The only thing more pathetic are his moans, the way it vibrates off your core. "Shitshit Hanta" Your mouth agape at the pleasure.
He eats you in a way that is absolutely filthy, sloppily swirling his tongue around your clit. He pulls back to spit on it, to moan, to tell you how good it tastes. When he starts blowing little bubbles on your clit, your hips begin to twitch, jerking erratically to either side involuntarily. It tickles in the most pleasurable way possible. "Ohh Hanta! Your mouth's sooo good-fuck!"
You squeal as his tongue begins to fuck your entrance, shaking his head vigorously as the muscle attempts to stretch you out a bit. Your legs try to close but his head stops them. You begin to rut against him shamelessly, the man continues to moan into your pussy. "Fuckk yeah ride my face baby" He encourages, one of the arms wrapped around your thighs gives it a good smack. "Want me to use my fingers?" He asks hurriedly, as if he cannot stand one second spent away from you.
"Mmm yes please!" You whine, bringing down one of your legs for balance as one of Hanta's hand grips your hip. The other slides two fingers into your hole, face going back up to suckle your clit. You practically scream as he sets a pace, your juices splashing about as his fingers curl inside of you. His hand shaking up and down as he fingers you quickly. He feels your walls clamp down against his digits. "Yess mamas give it to me. Wanna feel you cum on my face"
He's practically begging for it, how could you ever deny him? Your stomach and thighs begin to quiver, hips rolling erratically over his face-not that he minds. It is not long after that your release washes over you, all over Hanta. Hanta who drinks you up like he is dying of thirst, lapping up as much as he can before finally resting back. He looks up at you with dilated pupils, wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his hand. "Thank you" He says earnestly.
You laugh, fixing your underwear as he stands up. "I should be thanking you" Your heart is practically beating out of your chest, shaky thighs as he leads you to the bed. You push him on his back, climbing on top of him and throwing off his shirt with no regard as to where it ends up.
You run a single nail down his chest, smiling when he twitches as it reaches his stomach. He giggles, body jerking to the side. "Ah! That tickles" And then you pinch his nipple, he practically squeals and you laugh again. "You're a freak" He teases.
"Says the one all spread out for me" Running a nail down his collarbone you go down to kiss it. Chasing the path with your tongue, he audibly groans. His hands fumble with your bra, pulling it off to leave you in nothing but panties.
Squeezing and pulling at your nipples, his hips jerk up when you pick a spot on his chest to suck on. You'd like to leave some evidence, teeth biting down softly as you get off on the thought of claiming him as your own. His breath catches in his throat, a hand slides down to smack your ass before pulling it down on him-desperate for any type of friction. And upon feeling his hardened length through his shorts you know exactly what you want to do. You slide your head down, kissing down the middle of his abdomen, stopping to run your tongue down his happy trail. He shudders in anticipation.
You look up at him one more time, he silently takes note of how fucking pretty you look right now. Taking a handful of your hair, he helps you gather it all away from your face. Wasting no time in shimmying down his shorts, his swollen cock springs out, slapping his stomach as your mouth fills with saliva. You almost forgot how pretty his cock is. Starting at the bottom of the shaft, you run your tongue up the side, bringing the head into your mouth when you reach the top.
And when you go deeper he lets out a breathy moan, suddenly remembering the hand in your hair as he helps guide you down. Eyebrows furrowed in pure concentration as he watches his cock disappear into your mouth. "Shitt baby....got such a pretty mouth" Pools of spit gather at either side of your mouth, head bobbing up and down as you set a pace. Trying to breathe when you can but it becomes harder every time his bulbous head reaches the back of your throat. If you weren't so turned on, so focused on every sweet sound exiting the man's throat you definitely would have pulled away sooner for some air to breathe. Your fingers reach out to play with his balls, using whatever spit had dribbled down from the messy way you continue to guzzle up his cock.
"So fucking good for me" He compliments, petting the side of your head as you suck him off shamelessly. Gagging and moaning noises fill the room. "My godd you're a good fucking cocksucker, huh? Been thinking about this dick haven't you baby?"
You let out a muffled, desperate 'mhmmm'. The vibrations send chills down Hanta's spine as his hips begin to fuck your throat. You push through, although every instinct in your body tells you to pull away. Every time you feel like it's a little too much he lets out a slutty moan that reminds you of why you're here in the first place. He's so hot, you're down fucking bad for Hanta Sero. His hairs tickle your nose each time his hips meet your face, one of your hand claws at his thigh before tears begin to form. A crying, slobbering, sweaty mess is what you become, some pieces of hair find a way to slip through-Hanta pulls them back. Grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail he guides you up and down his long shaft, toes clenching and curling with the way you run your tongue along the bottom. And when you bring a finger, gathering some spit before going to rub that sensitive little spot behind his balls he lets out a loud groan. "Ohh fuck yeah" Dark brown eyes blown out in pure lust as he watches you intently.
And finally, a complete fucking mess-you pull off of him, coughing and gagging as you try to catch your breath. Sero's breathing heavily, closing his eyes as he already begins to reminisce on the feeling of your mouth around him. For once, he thanks God for all of the drinks he had. He would have came ages ago without them. "Did so good pretty girl. Fuckk that felt so good" He laughs, cheesing up at the ceiling. Damn, he missed you.
Springing up in his spot, he lays down longways, pulling you with him before placing his mouth back on yours. A hand goes down to jerk him off, he bites your lip as a reaction. Mumbling something about how good you are, his tongue slips back into your mouth. He's on his side, pulling a leg over his hip to have you closer to him. One of his hands goes to grab your ass, slapping and squeezing as he pleases. "Gonna fuck you so good mi reina" Smacking his lips against yours, you smile into the kiss. Yeah, he definitely missed you. "Mi hermosa linda"
"Pleaseee handsome" You speak into his mouth. "Fuck me. Been waiting to feel you again"
And as he's reaching over into the nightstand, searching for a condom a knock at the door interrupts the two of you. He groans, trying to ignore it as he slams the drawer shut hurriedly. But soon the knocks get closer to bangs until a voice shouts from the other side of the door.
"Hantaa! Open the door! I still have your phone"
Sero smacks his lips, pissed off that this fucking girl is even back in the first place. He was hoping she'd sober up and be embarrassed about whatever took place earlier and leave it with Mina or something. "Just leave it out there! M'fucking busy!"
Your eyes dart back and forth between him and the door, he goes to rip the condom open with his teeth. Ready to just roll it on and begin fucking you right there. "Hold on" You stop him, placing a hand on his chest as you start to get out of the bed. You're going to just go and snatch it from her, put an end to it all. But he gets ahold of your wrist, bringing you back to bed.
"Nuh-uh" He clicks his tongue, positioning your body below him. Tugging your underwear down hastily, he wastes no time in trapping you beneath his arms. "You're staying right here princess" One of his fingers brushes a piece of hair behind your ear, soft as ever. Then, he kisses a spot on your cheek-you smile up at him, giggling at a few more bangs on the door.
One quick thrust is enough to make you cry out, his curved limb burying itself deep inside. A low growl leaves his chest, full of desire. And he pulls all the way out before snapping his hips back in, you claw at his back. Squealing as your walls adjust to his size, he breathes heavily above you, trying to find it in him to go slow. To let you get all settled before he fucking ruins you. His chain is dangling in your face, teasingly, you bite it.
A small moan encourages him, your hands pulling him down by the shoulders to get even deeper. He takes that as the signal to start fucking you the way he really wants to, leaning up a bit and angling his hips before snapping! them back into place. Into your sweet velveteen walls that make his vision go fuzzy. "Ohh fuckk" He lets out a moan of nothing but relief, all the tension in his body oozing away.
His right hand grips you so tight, guiding your hips up to meet his with each powerful thrust. "Mmm yes...feels so good" You whimper.
"Yeah baby?" He leans close into your ear, licking up the shell. "Y'like it? Y'like me?"
"Mhm" You manage to let out, gripping his shoulders even tighter as your fingernails dig crescents into his skin. "You're all I've been thinking about baby" Pausing to gasp at the insane amount of pressure you feel deep within-like you might just split apart. "Like you s'much"
Hanta brings a rushed, eager hand down to shock your clit, rubbing and smudging little hearts into it. Your back almost arches off the bed, it encourages him to pin you down flat on the mattress. He pick both leg up over his shoulder, wrapping an arm around your thighs so that your ass lifts completely off the bed. At an angle, higher than where your head he rests he starts to absolutely drill into you-the bad slamming against the wall. "Ohhh shit ohshit"
Out of instinct, your hand flies out to push his chest away. His mushroom tip violating your insides in a way that makes you squeal, cry and whimper. Shaking your head back and forth you whine. "Too deep Hanta...c-can't"
And he's beginning to sweat, chest undulating as his head cocks to the side-stuck on the way your body twitches in reaction to every little move he does. "Shhh yes you can" He leans forward to press sloppy kisses on your head and face. "Such a good slut for me, huh? Let em all hear how good it feels mi princesa" Capturing your lips into a kiss you whimper again, he folds you in half even more. Knees kissing your chest as it allows his dick deeper than before. Smudging globs of pre inside your most sacred area, absolutely ruining it. His thrusts get harder, almost shaking the whole wall as the headboard slams against it.
"Th-they're gonna hear" You whine, eyes scrunching shut as you zero in on the feeling of his greedy hips taking all you have to offer.
"Yeah I hope they fucking do. Let them know good I treat my sweet girl" He growls, licking at your lips feverishly as he cannot decide if wants to kiss or bite you. He settles on squeezing the sides of your mouth with his available hand, making you open it up more. He does not have to tell you to stick your tongue out before spitting a cool droplet on the limb. "All fuckin' mine. Stupid fuckin Katsuki tryna talk to my girl" He brings his head down to rest in the nape of your neck, a hand goes up to grab the headboard for support-using it to barrel out battering rams that knock every little breath out of you. "Nadie puede tocar, eh? Solo a mí" his words are laced with venom, as if he's proving a point by making you moan and cry out so loud you attempt to cover your mouth with your hand. But he doesn't let you, quick to pull it down. Locking eyes, he looks down at you-the most possessive and almost angry look overcomes him. Shit, he likes you. A lot. He is in far too deep, figuratively and quite literally.
"Mm, come here" You coo, desperate to feel his body directly up against yours agains. "Promise ts'only you"
Sliding down, he nods furiously. Spreading your legs far apart he settles himself between your thighs. Arms slide beneath your shoulderblades, holding you close. His lips pressed right up against your ear. "¿Solo mí?"
"Sí, sí" This position has you seeing stars. Your bawling cunt is almost obnoxious with the way it squelches and talks to him. He wishes he could just put an ear up against it and listen. "Solo tú!" You're on the verge of screaming, hips bucking up everytime his cockhead reaches your g-spot. "Única que quiero bebé..mmm" He kisses you again, sloppily, he moans freely into your mouth.
If only you knew how often he dreamt about this. The many ways in which he imagined it would take place. And now here you are beneath him, close to being absolutely ruined. Rubbing a frosty thumb down your silvery slit, he laughs at how wet you are. He laughs at the way your insides clench around him, as if they never wish to let him go. "Greedy pussy wants me to stay, wants me to live in her" With no warning, a hand goes down to grip your throat, hard.
Your eyes are practically crossed at the delicious mix of pleasure and pain, walls squeezing every bit of life out of him. Not that he minds. He is content staying inside you forever. "Wanna hear her talk to me again" He chuckles, moving his hips in circles just so he can hear the obnoxious pops and cracks and sloshes coming from your juices. "My pretty pussy" His hand remains locked around your throat like a necklace, hips so unforgiving and relentless. "She loooves me" Letting go of the grip on your throat, his hand slides back down to your clit. It's hard to pick just one place to touch you, he wants to feel every bit of flesh imaginable. "Yeah she likes that, huh?"
"Hanta!" You warn, keening at the back of your throat. A pit forms deep in your tummy. You're seeing stars again, vision going in and out as the thrusts slow down but gain more power. Your body ripples with each one, his thick heavy member bullying your poor cervix. A hand tugs hard at his hair, emitting the sexiest moan you can ever imagine.
"Pull it harder" He gasps, barely audible as he picks his hips all the way up before slamming back into you. So when you do, tugging at the roots he lets out moan after moan. Each one deeper with desire. "Please please, feels so fucking good mamas" He does not know what he is begging for but he will continue to do it. "Oh pleaseee cum on my dick, wish I could take this stupid shit off and feel you for realll" And one particular squeeze of your pussy catches him off guard, chest quivering as he fights every urge to blow his load. Through gritted teeth, he says something which probably would have scared you off if you did not like him so much. "Ts'okay though. I'd probably fill this pussy up so much I'd get you pregnant. See you all fuckin' pretty with my baby"
For some twisted, sick reason that is what puts you over the edge. He's rubbing the ridges of his veiny shaft along the deep slope of your pussy, convinced that this is what love feels like. Even if he's not so sure about being in love with you yet, he is certainly in love with her. Your cute pussy that takes him so well it should be a crime, now he has to make you his. He will do whatever it takes so long as you never fuck another man again. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, crying, squealing as you finish around him. Gushing all over his heavy, curved dick. "Am I good for you sweet princess? Wanna be my little toy forever?"
You nod furiously, hoping that this is not him asking to be your boyfriend for real. You are too fucked out, too far gone to even think. "Yes pleaseplease"
He continues fucking you through your orgasm, whole body shaking and twitching as his thrusts grow erratic and sloppy. You forgot how much of a fucking freak he is.
Ugh, he's perfect. His face, his attitude, his jokes. His dick.
That is all you can think as release finally calls his name. He cums impossibly hard. The globe of his swollen head batters out stripes of hot cum as he continues to thrust into you. Syrupy white liquid floods the condom, bloating the top of it. Head bursting with nothing but white-hot pleasure as he moans aloud. "Ohhh godd m'in love with this pussy" He leans down to smooch all over your face, salty with sweat. Too pussydrunk to understand the depth of his words. "And this pretty fuckin' face my god baby" He bites your bottom lip, hips still twitching into overstimulation. "Wanna just keep going. Make you a mess"
He is in so deep, catching the sides of your gooey walls. Every now and then you clench around him, making the both of you whimper. He fucking into you slowly, deliberately as he chases the high that is you. "Más?"
He was not expecting you to say yes but you nod weakly. He grins sleazily, glad to see you are just as desperate for it and depraved as he is. He has every intention of fucking you until either one of you passes out from exhaustion. "Ay mi bonita. Nadie en esta pinche casa está durmiendo. Not til'mdone with my pretty girl. Gonna fuck you til' the birds start chirping"
You giggle as he pulls out, ripping off the condom and reaching over for a new one. But you stop him, grabbing his hand and bringing it back to your throbbing, puffy clit. You can feel your heartbeat in your pussy. "No. Wanna feel you"
He looks at you like he has died and gone to heaven, not even bothering to conceal the amazed look on his face. Yeah, you're his now. Maybe not today but he's getting you fucking pregnant, you're gonna he the mother of his kids. He decides it in that very moment. "You're perfect"
He fucks you until he shoots blanks and you are a quivering shaking mess, not even bothering to check either of your phones that are blowing up from both of your friends (Katsuki and Kirishima) to shut the fuck up. But you don't, fucking one another into pure exhaustion. You finally collapse into each other's arms and sleep naked, bodies tightly pressed together. And when he wakes up he kisses your head, standing up and cleaning you up as much as he can without waking you. He sets a shirt out for you, leaving a little note that he will be back so you can just 'sit pretty and wait'. He also finds his phone.
Ignoring the ache in his head he continues on his mission, maybe it should be more romantic than this. Yet at the same time he does not wish to wait any longer, the idea sprung up into his head first thing in the morning as he watched you sleep, brushing a piece of hair behind your face and watching adoringly. Actually, the possibility first popped into his head as he was fucking you but you don't need to know that. He goes to the only guy in town that sells ramos, begging for one because he knows people usually place their orders weeks in advance. He offers half of the original price as a tip and that seems convincing enough for the dude to sell him one that was practically finished already. It was meant for someone else but hey, the price was right.
He buys food for the two of you, and a little stuffed puppy with big sparkly eyes that remind him of yours. He was going to make a sign but you woke up early enough that he didn't have time for it. So when he walks back into the house with a big bouquet of roses, larger than his head and a little sparkly crown in the middle all the guys-who are seriously hung over and gather around the kitchen counter do a double take.
Even Kirishima, who knows very little about Hanta. He can't help but smile though, you deserve to be spoiled. Even if he was forced to listen to you get your brains fucked out all night as the room spun around him.
Katsuki glares at Sero, arms crossed as he drinks some water. "You stupid, nasty fucker" He spats out, brows furrowed. "Made me listen to you all night"
"That was you?" Midoriya asks incredulously, looking up from the hands that cup his head. The green haired man has seen better days. "Sounded like some animals or somethin"
Sero laughs, not even bothering to be embarrassed. "Yeah my bad"
"You don't sound sorry" Denki grins, probably the most excited out of the bunch. "But shit man I wouldn't either. The fuck'd you do to her?"
"Wouldn't you like to know, freak?" Sero teases.
"Only freak here's you" Bakugo grumbles. "Her too
I guess"
"You're just salty" Hanta rolls his eyes before ascending upstairs. He knows it's all in good fun, he's been forced to listen to his friends hook up with girls countless times. He never said a word about it so it's the least they could do, really.
He looks so fucking happy bursting into the room, food and presents in hand as he finds you sitting on his bed looking all cute. Messy in the best way as your hair is thrown back in a lazy bun, no makeup and wearing nothing but his oversized t shirt. You squeal at the sight of the flowers, and the food, and the stuffed puppy. You cannot remember the last time a guy even bothered to buy flowers, much less a ramo.
"Buenos días princesa" You throw your arms around his neck, kissing him excitedly as you thank him repeatedly. And he can't help but ask because he is far too impatient. He can't wait for dinner at the fancy place he's taking you tonight. He needs you to be his now.
"¿Quieres ser mi novia?"
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In Odio Est Amor

warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, descriptions of blood and violence, some exhibitionism, lustful/cathartic sex, angst, mutual pining, talk of death, oral(f receiving), think that’s it
summary: in a trade gone bad, you’ve been sought out by macrinus due to your animalistic combat skills. stuck in the camp of gladiators, Hanno is assigned your sparring partner. your existence is a bitter reminder of what he lost but in hate we find love.
a/n: saw gladiator for a second time and i felt compelled to write, seeing as i CANNOT stop thinking about lucius/hanno. he’s just too hot. considering the historical timeline, this is a little inaccurate, seeing as gladiatrices were banned in 200 AD. hopefully, this will be up to par with the rest of the amazing writers in this tag. hope you have a great day!
lucius verus x female!reader
word count: 7.4k
Being the only woman in the camp of gladiators left you feeling like a chewed piece of communal meat that was too tough to swallow. Stuck in a loop of forever being spit out, only to be soon placed in the mouth of another slobbering animal.
Anything beat the damnation of being a courtesan.
The life you lived before was that of sexual servitude, left to your own meticulous devices of survival. Even with your promiscuous occupation, you found ways to be exceedingly picky. It was the only way you could save the last bit of dignity that you had left. Caracalla, saw a means to see an end to your persnickety nature when you denied him of the favors he requested. After the exile and potential murder of his late wife, most of the other courtesans never denied his requests, but when you were placed between his legs and met with unsightly sores as the base of his shaft; you couldn’t find the gall to risk your health. Especially, not for some entitled tyrant who was destroying Rome for all that it was worth.
You told yourself that this would be one of the few clients you’d swallow your pride for but instead, you forced him to vomit his. Your refusal birthed a mirage of embarrassment and shame shrouded in anger and a battle cry for your death. After being whisked away by his servants, you were foolish to think that this would be the end of the interaction. As you walked the path home, you were overcome with wilting anxiety. In the moment where you felt you might be able to make it safely back, you were bombarded by royal guards.
Pummeling you to the ground, your fists connected with as many faces as possible. When your coiled hands of fury and fright failed you, you resorted to more primal behaviors. Using your teeth to stall your enemies, shreds of crimson skin stained your mouth, but alas–you were severely outnumbered. One man struck the back of your head and covered your face with a burlap sack. Feeling metal cuffs being placed around your wrists, you allowed your bones to relax in your defeat, understanding that you were once again shackled to the fall of Rome.
They tossed you around like garbage. You knew that’s how they saw you and could only imagine what Caracalla had said about you for them to be so rough. Dragging your body across the gravel, you fell limp in their grasp not caring where you ended up next. Soon sleep draped over your body and you hoped that your eyes would fight fluttering open, leading you to an everlasting sleep.
When you awoke, you were in a stone cell clad in your dirtied stola. The ends of the dress were speckled with dirt and the low, modified neckline was frayed as if someone tried to tear it open. Sitting up on the bed you peered through the bars of your royal cage, your eyes landing on sweaty, shirtless men across the way. Walking to the bars, you could see that a few guards were patrolling the area, but you couldn’t help to notice that it seemed you were the only woman in these cells. Before you could find the strength to call out to someone, a brown-skinned man costumed in elaborate robes and jewelry came up on the other side of the cell.
“Ah! You’ve awakened. And just in time, I must say, you get to prove your worth to me this morning.” “Excuse me?” “Apologies, suppose it would be a common courtesy to inform you what your new duties are. I have to admit, I saw you last night, tearing into those guards like a feral banshee; very similar to my barbarian.”
Barbarian?
Your face contorted in confusion, wishing that the antics of storytelling would be removed from the conversation; however, judging from this man’s outward appearance you doubted you’d be awarded the luxury.
“A gladiator of mine likes to eat monkeys. Proven to be one my best fighters, and seeing you behave as equally inhuman if not more than him, especially…after hearing what you did–I have to say I’m overjoyed to have a barbarian of beauty to bet on as well.”
Your face soured, realizing you were slavery bait. No better than cattle waiting to be slaughtered.
“I’m not fighting for you.”
“Ah, my banshee, you see–you aren’t fighting for me. No…but rather your freedom. Fight for me, and I’ll give you whatever you want.”
Your hand struck the metal bars of the cell. The ringing of the bars reverberating off the chambers of the stone prison. It was equally as haunting as the shriek of a banshee in the dead of night. Frustration and agony rushed through you, demanding a destination for its release, the rusty bars alchemizing the brunt of your fury. The only way out was through. Through blood, through agonizing pain, through the tears of what was left of your family name, through ruin. You let your mind wander about what could possibly satisfy the seething, bitter ache that now resided in your soul.
The fall of Rome? Its mighty walls finally crumbling due to its horrific excuse of the ruling. A damning plague? Disease wiping out all of those who were destined to meet the divine in some display of retribution? Or perhaps, the death of Geta so that Caracalla could choke on the verity of his despotic rule? Each thought seemed chaotic enough to satisfy the storm of rage within but there was only one thing that would snuff the flames.
“Caracalla’s head.”
You stormed to the cell gates, fire breathing out of your nostrils and rage swimming in your irises. If he were to fall headlong, a bloody trophy for you to display, your hunger would be satiated. You fought tooth and nail your entire life, to be something more than a slave and here you were being pawned off for entertainment. Justice demanded her dues.
“There she is. Now, put these on and follow their orders, I’ll be with you soon.”
The cell gate opened and you were handed an olive green tunic, strophium, and subligar. Sighing as you looked at the fabric in your hands, you braced yourself for the long road ahead. Nodding to the man you realized something before he walked off.
“What was your name?”
“Macrinus. Yours?”
You hesitated, the weight of your given name threatening to roll past your lips. This couldn’t be your legacy–a woman discarded for the entertainment of others, her last shreds of dignity wrung dry and tattered. No one would seek the truth, nor would they care for the details of your defiance toward Caracalla. They would crave the story spoonfed to them by a diluted man.
A savage.
A wanton woman who was too picky in her own right in a poor attempt at survival. A woman who denied a royal the spoils he believed to be his right.
A whore. Nothing more.
That would be the glorious legacy, at least that would be the emphatic story the town would cry if this were to result in your untimely death. And yet, as you bored your eyes into the man on the other side of the bars, something about his presence loomed like a shadow too wicked to trust. The unsettling dissonance was difficult to ignore. Should he ask for the truth of your life, you’d give it willingly, but something in his gaze served as a warning: this truth would bear no fruits for you.
“Nero.”
“That’s not your birth name, is it?”
“My birth name will die with Rome, if I see it fit.”
Macrinus nodded a knowing smirk painting his lips before he walked off.
In your new robes, you sat on the bed, waiting for your cell gate to be opened. In your dissociative state, you noticed all the different colors in the dirt and the different sizes of the rocks and pebbles. Wondering how long it took for these fragments of eternity to be reduced to small scraps of their original form. The squeaking from the gate tore you from your thoughts and a man dressed in typical gladiator armour greeted you with something mixed with disdain and pity.
“Come. Time to train.”
You rose, the stretching of your limbs and the movement towards the man wrought with apathy running through your marrow. Was the struggle ahead worth the anguish that came with it? Would surrendering your life and facing judgment by the gods to everlasting torment bring a sense of solace in its finality? Would there be any reward in this life or the next for a soul being unmade by its own hand to escape imprecation?
Your head hung as you followed the man outside, leading you to a gathering of burly men in tunics with all love for life stripped from their faces. They were bruised, scabbed, and jaded by the torment they’d been subjected to; but of course, the entrance of a woman breathed some vitality back into them. In the time spent in your cell, you had braided your hair away from your face, leaving your imminent beauty on display despite the rags they clothed you in. It was as if the world silenced around you as you walked in, your head now held high in the presence of others. A ringing filled your ears as your eyes landed on a ragged man, a cold detachment surrounding his aura. He was staring. A jaded expression tracked your every move as you took the open seat next to him, not uttering a sound.
You hung your head again, hoping to ignore the invasive and curious gazes of the other men. Clasping your hands together, you prayed to the Gods to give you the strength to survive. Your prayers were cut short as you heard Macrinus’ voice echo over the various sounds of the training camp.
“As you all can see, we have a new barbarian joining our ranks today. She is destined to earn her place in the arena just as all of you. Her late arrival means her trials begin in full. No. Mercy. Since my barbarian, Hanno, claimed victory in the hand-to-hand combat two days ago, perhaps it’s only fitting that you, Nero, show us the skills that spared you your life. After all, they chose to throw you in the gladiator pit instead of severing your head. Hanno, Nero, up!”
Macrinus clapped his hands together to urge haste in movement from you and whoever Hanno was. As you stood, you realized the body next to you was also rising in stature. Gazing in his eyes this time, there was an emptiness that stirred. For a moment you saw a flash of sorrow in his eyes and you furrowed your brow in response. He was built and you began to wonder what your limitations were for combat. You stood in between the benches of men and the elaborate chair Macrinus was sitting in, planting your feet in the dirt in a fighting stance. You waited for Hanno to reciprocate the stance but every time he leaned his body down, he stood back up in apprehension. Shaking his limbs in rejection, he turned to Macrinus.
“This is not right. To fight a woman in these…in any conditions. Pick someone else.”
“You will fight her or all deals are off. Who’s to say she’s not a worthy opponent?
Your shoulders lifted lazily, dropping them with a defiant slouch as your face cast a dismissive look. Without hesitation, you settled back into your stance, surging at Hanno. You landed a jab straight to his jaw before drifting around his ankles, creating a tornado of dust that wove through his defenses. A storm of grit and determination fueling your fury. When he fell, the sorrow in his eyes was swallowed and replaced by vexation. You dodged his punches with precision, though his fist made home in your gut, dropping you to the ground. You hobbled up slowly, coughing out the bitter dust in your throat before lunging at him again with savage resolve.
He was an equal opponent, but you were determined to win. Tapping into the same energy from the night before, instinct ravaged your body as you lept on his back, raining blows of rage down on his chest. His attempts to rid you of him only fueled your fire of wrath more and you grabbed a fistful of his hair. You let loose a scream that was sharp enough to sear the air, a blistering echo to the ears. Baring your teeth you were disposed to bite.
“Stop!”
Macrinus’ voice bellowed through the camp ceasing the dog fight in front of him. You hissed at him, an animal seized mid-hunt. Hopping off of Hanno’s back, you stood in front of him and bowed in tense submission before walking with your head hung low back to your seat. Macrinus stood and gave a calculated, smug look towards the man clad in leather armour that brought you down here.
“Hose her down and cell her with him. Balance already hangs by a thread in this camp. We must keep vigilant. I believe two invasive species, separated, will incite chaos. Keep them together and maybe those who resist them will have enough strength to endure”
You raised your head slowly, turning to look at Hanno seated next to you, commiseration flooding your features. You were surprised to see the same look staring back at you. Pressing your lips in a fine line, you rose and followed the guard to the bathing chambers.
~*~
Your muscles ached, the hot water soothing the pain radiating through your limbs. You assumed it was Macrinus, but there was folded fabric at the edge of the bath. Stepping out and drying yourself off, you draped the clothing over your body, only to find that it barely reached your mid-thigh. You knew you’d be asking for too much to be treated with some note of decency, but at least you were able to clean yourself. The guard walked you back to the cells and as you passed your previous one being occupied by another man, you realized the orders from earlier were not a bluff and you’d have to face Hanno like a fool.
As you walked down the corridor, men in the other cells were whistling, catcalling you to come stay in their cell instead. Claiming that they could show you a better time than Hanno or the emperor.
The word spread like wildfire. Once a whore, always a whore.
You hung your head, hoping that somehow if you wore your shame on your sleeve you’d disappear from all the madness. The squeak from the cell bars ripped you from your thoughts and you looked at Hanno apologetically before seating yourself on the bed across his.
“By Gods, why do they have you in here?”
You shook your head, trying to will away the tears that were welling up in your eyes. His first words to you weren’t vulgar or accusatory, they were forged of concern and despondent curiosity. You licked your lips, caging them in between your teeth in an attempt to swallow the burning ball of emotions that was bubbling up your throat. You turned to face him finally, swallowing your fears and accepting your fate. Something about him told you that you could trust him. Sighing, you found your strength to speak.
“I assume you’ve heard the echoes of what I’ve done?”
Hanno nodded slowly.
“There is some verity to the words but not all. I know you may find it difficult to see truth in such a claim, especially as I stand before you clad in garments of odium, bestowed so graciously upon me. But know this– I am more than a mere cyprian. Indeed, I am Rome’s poorest excuse for one, and that very deficiency is what has landed me in the arena.”
“What is this deficiency you speak of?
“Being too particular in whom I offered services to. I only did what I did to survive…and now, I must survive for sport–entertainment for eyes who would care less if I lived or bled out in the dirt.”
Hanno looked down at his hand, fiddling with the ring that adorned his pinky finger.
“I also…I want to apologize for my behavior earlier today. He christened me a ‘barbarian of beauty’ –figured I needed to give him a reason to keep his favor. I do hope you understand, but still, the animalic behavior was unjust.”
“No need. We must survive, by any means necessary. I only wish the Gods decided a different fate for you.”
Hanno’s breath became heavy but sparse. He seemed to be reminiscing on something but wouldn’t dare let the words fill the air between you. He mumbled something you couldn’t quite catch and you were about to inquire but his low voice painted the silence first.
“Your name, it’s not Nero, is it?”
Your body separated itself from your mind and you stared at Hanno with fear and uncertainty. Your birth name was shallow on your tongue but heavy in your throat, begging for someone to see you for more than just your flesh. To attach an identity to the body more than an insult. You shook your head and turned to the makeshift window toward the ceiling, seeing a navy blue begin to stroke the sky in its image, hoping that something would give you the strength to share yourself the same way you had done when it was at the expense of others. Hanno’s hand encased your own and brought you back to the conversation as the gesture startled you.
“I’m not your enemy. Remember we’re ‘barbarians’, only the two of us.”
Sighing, he swallowed his pride and revealed his belly to you.
“Hanno is not my name, and I’ve not always been Rome’s favorite beast. I’ve come to know I bore a name that mattered. Lucius Verus Aurelius. The Prince of Rome. A name I may never be able to reclaim in glory.”
He paused tightening his grip around your hand as if seeking comfort.
“There was a dream of Rome, one that my father fought for. But through slaughter and slavery, power won over the people and now we wade in the remnants of what once was. In search of the hope that someone or something will restore the honor.”
Lucius let go of your hands and brought one of his calloused ones to his face, Rubbing the stress-ridden features away as the scratch of his beard caught your ears. You watched him attentively, waiting on bated breath for him to speak his next words. He leaned closer, the gap between seeming to never have existed. He gazed into your eyes, searching for something you knew not of until he uttered them in the next breath.
“You remind me of her.” His voice was nearly a whisper. Something you’d miss again if you weren’t so focused on him. With more chest to his tone, he admitted.
“My wife. She burned like you do. A flame that never quit dancing. A warrior who refused to bow–they stole her spark. The same day they made me a slave. A bitter goodbye, I shared, but when I look at you…I see her ghost.”
There was a touch of venom in his last words. They seemed to have meant good will but the taste was sour in your mouth. A moment fleeting once again. Even in your vulnerability, your search for someone seeing you for you, you were a reminder of something else. You paused, taking a deep breath in before you spoke. Removing your hands from Lucius’, you stared at him with the cracked concrete resolve that you walked through life with.
“Y/n. Y/n L/n is my given name. My father was once an accredited soldier here in Rome, but he tried to overthrow the twins. With that political betrayal came familial shame and poverty. Sinking deeper into poverty I couldn’t watch my mother fail. My beauty had always been prominent, so I exchanged my virtue in an effort to clear our debts and save what dignity my mother had left.”
Tears began to well in your eyes as you thought about the orders that were carried out against your family.
“They slaughtered her.” you began, voice trembling like a frayed string.
“As I spent hours severing my pride, they cornered her. There was never a debt–only a performance of humiliation, a spectacle of shame to the so-called traitor.”
You stood, staring out the cell bars before turning to face him again, your shadow stretching across the stone from the torch on the wall.
“My father raised a viper. A soldier to bear his name in honor. But those tyrants–these incompetent rulers–they’ll soon choke on their arrogance. I will have his head.”
“Who?”
“Caracalla. I may have sold my poise for survival but I will not suffer my health for the pleasure of a rat.”
You sat beside Lucius, your words heavy in the air.
“I carry the guilt, a constant companion. I reminisce the fragments of life I had before all of this and now I reminisce of what it felt like to live a life unspoiled by the fear of death. The scars of my servitude are my food for that arena. This isn’t about freedom it’s about reclaiming a dream they stole.”
You felt Lucius staring but you didn’t dare return the gesture. You were naked, said too much about yourself, you only hoped that you could keep his favor.
“We should get some rest. God knows the entertainment we’ll be performing tomorrow.”
Standing up you settled back into your bed, curling your body into a fetal position with your back facing the wall. You tried your best to maneuver the fabric of your dress to cover yourself but soon gave up on the endeavor and just stared at the ground covered in shadows of yellow and orange.
~*~
Sleep evaporated in a single breath as the cacophony of clamoring metal and gruff voices jolted you awake. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you dressed in the olive garments from yesterday, the scent of sweat and earth still clinging to the fabric. In the corner, a pile of gladiator armor taunted your peace. With a heavy breath escaping you, you braided your hair, coiling it into a bun. Every strand you attached a prayer of strength to. The weight of Lucius’ gaze bore into you, his presence going unnoticed until now. He lingered, his eyes flickering between your own and the twisted knot of hair at your nape.
“Something on your mind?”
“You mirror her as if she’s still here.”
You noticed where his eyes were landing and gently touched the bun. A tight-lipped, bitter smile cracking your face. Rolling your tongue around your teeth, you spoke.
“Whoever your wife was” you murmured, unspoken and unintentional venom in your tone, “do not look for her in me. Whatever regard you hold her in, I could never–honor the shadow of her memory. I am a poison.”
You meant no harm but your words were dripping in acrimony. You hated that throughout your life, you were always seen for something other than yourself. The epitome of you, torn to shreds and left screaming. Y/n was never seen and how could she be? A family name forgotten in a smear campaign and a life lived of shame, what was there to be reveled in? You abhorred that he saw someone much more valuable in you than you deemed yourself worth. You were a ghost. A shallow reminder of what he once loved.
The cell thickened with unsaid words, Lucius opened and closed his mouth, betraying the storm of thoughts that swirled within him. He walked toward the cell door, grabbed your blade, and passed it to you with care.
“I see you, Y/n, and your strength. Fight for your name today and do it with intention.”
You nodded, swallowing the bubble of hatred and sorrow in your throat. Standing you grabbed the grip of the blade, steadying its weight in your fingers. You heard the other cell gates opening and you waited to be released. Adrenaline and ferality coursing through your veins.
The walk to the arena was short but brutal as the sun scalded your skin. As you stood in the shaded maw of the tunnels, you felt water sloshing at your feet. The rays of the sun blinding your eyes in its reflection. You watched Lucius walk to the front of the group, a commanding presence blanketing the air.
“This is about survival! Survive!”
You followed his lead, wildly unprepared for what was to happen next. The feeling of the water squishing between your toes made your skin crawl but a shiver of fear soon took over as you saw the vessel you’d be fighting on today. Suddenly, the water made sense. You took a seat towards the front awaiting Lucius’ command. Your hands gripped the ore tightly and you looked at the bearish man next to you who greeted you with mockery.
“Hope your teeth come in handy in the water.”
You stared forward, fire in your eyes. You separated from your body feeling an unknown level of rage sear your being. You heard an announcer on the other side and the gates were released open, water rushing underneath the boat. Quickly scanning your surroundings you noted with disgust how the arena had turned into a spectacle of chaos. Floating vessels on either side filled with poor bastards, desperately seeking a second chance at life in this gauntlet of survival for the entertainment of nameless faces.
Lucius commanded the ship valiantly, some men perishing to the sharks or arrows from the opposing side. As the boat was steered to demolish the other ship's ores, you felt a surge of rapid excitement run through you as you watched the shards of wood penetrate their skin. Leaving them in either complete agony or to bleed out amongst their crew.
In one more calculated steer, Lucius’ ship barreled into the side of Roman’s warship, debris shooting into the air and clanking back down on the deck. All hell broke loose. You watched Lucius hail down from his post, sword in hand as he slaughtered two men with unusual ease. You’d seen a rage poor out of him that you never seen actualized in anyone but yourself. Your eyes caught Caracalla’s as he sat in his imperial chair watching with glee as your limbs froze in anger. You were one of the last to flee the boat and the game announcer made sure everyone saw your unease as you comprehended your reality.
“It seems our newest gladiatrix hasn’t earned her sea legs.”
Unbridled fear and rage soiled you as you stared at the crowd with wide, brazen eyes. You growled, tightening your grip on your sword, and ran into the chaos with reckless abandon. Your resolve didn’t care who your sword struck, just as long as your bloodlust was satisfied. Helmets adorned with hideous plooms made your targets easy to strike and you made it worth your while. Your blade was stained crimson and you clawed at their exposed skin just to ensure their death was agonizing. Flesh caked under your nails, the dried blood becoming sticky in your palms.
Baring your teeth, your back was hunched and heaving in the air. You snarled seeking your next victim within the chaos. A blade slashed your arm, leaving fresh garnet to ooze from the wound. You looked up into the emperors’ box seeing Caracalla leaning forward in his seat pouting at the outcome in front of him. Macrinus was behind him, hands steepled together as he hid a smirk from the rest of his peers. Hearing the announcer’s grating voice echo in the Colosseum, you stalked your next target.
“What an animal! She’s worse than our sharks. Perhaps, we should have put her in the water instead!”
Laughter erupted in the area and you looked around feeling a sense of helplessness begin to wash over you. You were giving them exactly what they wanted. Stomping around on the deck, you were planting your sword into already dead soldiers just to feel the destruction of their flesh through your blade. Your eyes landed on a lone bow with a perfect arrow clattered on top of it. You dropped your blade, the metal clattering against the wood of the ship. Blending in with the chaos around you, you picked up your new weapon and drew your arrow back. Slightly hidden by the tattered sails, your attack was camouflaged by those in front of you. Lining up the point with the emperor’s box you let the arrow spring free. When you dropped the bow and stepped from behind the ragged sail you were defeated to see that the arrow had lodged itself in the side of Caracalla’s throne.
“TRAITORIUS!” Emperor Geta cried. His yell acted as a death knell for the arena.
Lucius whipped his head around from where the arrow hailed and when his eyes landed on yours he stormed to you shaking you to bring your spirit back from the brink. You heard nothing he said. They would remember you if it was the last thing you did. Your eyes were locked in on the imperial daises relishing in the fear that briefly flashed their faces.
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Retired to your cell, the air was thick between you two. You avoided his gaze and didn’t dare to speak. You had cleaned yourself prior, but you were still picking at flecks of dried blood under your nails.
“That was heedless what you did today.”
“I said, I’d have his head. I missed. The fear he held filled me well. Tomorrow is a new day.”
“And what if they saw the attack, what revenge have you then?” His tone grew more accusatory as he stood, his figure imposing. You spoke to the ground, not having the strength to fight with him.
“Then at least I died trying. Something my father wasn’t granted the courtesy of.”
Lucius paused, trying to find the right words.
“You fought like a storm.”
You raised your head to face him, surprised by his change of tone. You silenced the flutter of happiness you felt from the praise, but your small smile didn’t go unnoticed.
“A storm drowns as easily as it conquers. I was blinded by rage today. They got exactly what they wanted.”
Lucius’ frame softened as he sat next to you and you traced the stitches of your battle wounds. It suddenly became usually silent within the camp, the crackle of a fire pit out in the quad of the prison, the burning bark of the torch, and the occasional shuffle from a guard were all that echoed through the halls.
“You’ll ruin your skin if you keep at it like that. Leave it be, y/n. You’ve endured enough today.” The flicker of care that painted his words was the antithesis of his rough exterior. It challenged you and your vulnerability.
“And if I don't?” your breath shaky in its opposition. “What would it matter?”
“It matters to me,” he spoke quickly. A note of something raw in his tone. You turned to him, the silence that filled the cell now was an entirely different energy. Startled by the vulnerability etched into his face and the weight of his gaze, you were stripped of your defenses. The shell you encased yourself in crumbled to dust, exposing the fragile girl beneath. Your body moved before your mind and you scooted closer to him, your shoulders brushing feeling the heat radiate off him.
Lucius exhaled, a sound that harnessed the weight of everything unsaid. His hand came to rest on yours, the gesture done out of harmony rather than dominance. The scruff of his beard tickled your forehead as you raised your face towards his. In the soft glow of the torchlight, both of your eyes said a thousand words in complete silence–then your lips met. Not with haste but with an aching tenderness that your soul burned for. The outside world ceased to exist, enraptured with one another in this moment.
The kiss started soft but your breaths soon became heavy, vacuuming air through your nostrils out of fear that if your lips disconnected this moment would disappear. Lucius moved his hands to capture your waist and slotted his hand under your thighs to move you into his lap. It was then that you broke the kiss, uncertainty filling your being once again.
“What’s wrong?” Concern laced in his tone, afraid that he made you uncomfortable. You sighed, feeling unwanted emotion rise viciously up your throat like heated bile.
“I want this to be more than just a fleeting moment. I don’t wish for you to see me as the whore they’ve so harshly crafted, nor to feel like a conquest for you–a prize so easily won.” Your voice was shaky as you spoke, unable to hide the waves of emotion well. Lucius caressed your sides, soothing you as you sat in the pit of regret and sorrow of what you had done in life. Your head hung, but not for long as Lucius’ thumb and forefinger raised your head to look at him.
“Do not tether yourself to that title. It is not chains of eternity that shackle you to it. Y/n–it is a false truth whispered through the minds of shallow men to make you small. To me, you are no more a whore than a flame is a shadow. Your light burns through the weathering of rain, igniting your strength.” He paused, his eye contact unwavering to show that every word he spoke held the weight of complete veracity.
“If you wish to stop, say the word. But know this–my desire is not conditional, no debts or games to be played. What happens here is your command.”
Lucius’ hand came up to wipe the tear that you hadn’t realized fell. It was overwhelming to feel such acceptance. You believed every word and let yourself soften into his embrace, wrapping your hands around his neck and playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“Thank you–I…Iwant this. I want you.”
His lips found yours, this kiss more searing than the last. Your hands tangled themselves into his hair and your hips rolled in rhythm against his own. His hands trailed down the sides of your curves before finding refuge in the fat of your ass, squeezing the flesh with zeal.
His hips stuttered as he squeezed your flesh and you could feel the bulge beginning to form underneath his tunic. You rolled into the feeling, both of your breaths labored in wanton desire. You pulled your lips away only to pepper kisses down the length of his neck, swiping your tongue up before you bit the lobe of his ear. The faint taste of sweat fired you up even more and you couldn’t get close enough to him.
Curling your fingers into the fabric that clung to his chest, you pulled him close suffocating his lips to yours. In a moment, he had positioned your body so that your back was laid down on the bed and Lucius hovered over you. Taking in your form for every strand of beauty you were worth—a dangerous hunger flashing in his eyes.
Your hair was splayed underneath you and Lucius moved a few strands away from your face before placing kisses on the length of your jaw and down the column of your neck. Lucius placed a lingering kiss upon your lips before resting his forehead against your own. His breath mingled with your own as if to rid you of all the pain and uncertainty you had felt throughout your life. He wanted to replace all those negative feelings with something raw and unbreakable.
You trailed your hands down the front of his body before looking back into his icy eyes, seeing a new emotion swirl in them. Your actions were no longer reigned by caution but falling victim to a deep, unspoken yearning.
“Let us be whole in this moment,” you whispered, the words dripping in true desire. “Let our bodies tangle and relish in the ecstasy.”
Lucius didn’t answer with words, but instead captured your lips in a kiss that stole your breath. It devoured and soothed you in one fell swoop. His touch was firm, but tender, massaging your body with something more than lust. This was a testament of humanity amidst the terror of your world.
With ease, Lucius removed you from your clothes, leaving your body to be painted by the distant flames. When he stared at your naked form without saying a word, you soon grew self-conscious and wanted to cover your body from his raking eyes. Catching your hands in his, he gave you all the reassurance you needed.
“Don’t hide from me. Let me see. One should feel so blessed to lay their eyes on you, like this.”
Lucius kissed down the trunk of your body, leaving flowers to bloom in their wake as he made a path down the valley of your breasts. When he reached the area above the mound of your sex, he paused and looked up at you for permission–eyes showing you a hunger you’d never seen before. You nodded as you gently spread your legs wider, giving him complete access to you. His eyes were blown wide as he dipped his head to meet your petals. His nose teased the top of your clit and the anticipation was driving you mad. Before you had the chance to beg him to touch you, his tongue swiped up your folds, collecting a puddle of arousal on his tongue.
Your body shivered in shock and pleasure, your hips jolting forward and your back arching slightly. You threw your head back, shuddered air falling past your lips. Your hands immediately found solace in Lucius’ hair, gripping the strands as he lapped at your garden. Soon your hips were rolling in rhythm with his tongue and you could feel the heat begin to pool in your lower stomach. Your muscles tighten and release with each passing second of foretaste.
“...Lucius…I,” he lifted his head only for a moment to shush you. “I’ve got you. Cum for me y/n.”
You let the feeling of pleasure swallow you whole as he dipped two fingers into your cavern, your walls sucking him in greedily. The added stimulation brought you over the precipice of your rapture and your body wriggled with euphoria against Lucius’ mouth. When your spirit settled back into your body, you giggled breathlessly. Second nature soon taking over as you lifted yourself from the bed.
You moved forward, your hand feeling his cock through the tunic and you felt a salacious urge brew rapidly within you. Lucius quickly rid himself of his clothes, his sculpted body on display for you to indulge in. When you moved yourself to your knees and began to return the oral favor, Lucius’ hand stopped your head from its descent and guided you to look at him.
“No,” his voice was laced with desire but thick with command. You could see his resolve crumbling a bit in front of you. “This is not about me. It’s for you. You’ve done more than enough in this life, let me return a fraction of that and allow me to give it all to you.” Lucius pushed you and laid you gently back down. His face rested against your own, his lips grazing the shell of your ear as he whispered into it.
“I want to hear your pleasure, not just give into mine. You owe me not a thing,” he paused feeling a bit of his dominance morph into a teasing leviathan.
“You want this?”
You nodded rapidly, your hands wrapping around his arms just needing to feel his skin against your own. You looked down between your bodies. His cock hanging heavy off of his frame, tip flushed with desire. Your mouth watered at the sight of it, needing to feel his length somewhere inside of you. Lucius swiped his tip against your folds, soaking his shaft in your arousal just to show you exactly who was in control.
His tip pushed at the entrance of your heat, your brow furrowed in ardent zeal as you squeezed around the small bit of length that was inside of you. Lucius held the base of his cock guiding it to the hilt until your bodies clapped at the connection. He brought his arms down to rest on his elbows, bringing his face closer to yours to watch your expressions contort in fervor. You couldn’t help the sound that escaped you as he buried himself inside of you and on instinct you covered your mouth to muffle the sounds.
Lucius removed your hand from your mouth, his smile wicked as he shoved his tongue in his cheek.
“Let them hear. Serves them right for locking us in a cage together.”
He began to move, his thrusts deep and slow. Closing your eyes, you felt every ridge and curve of his cock. Dragging out your pleasure in the most beautiful way imaginable. The clap at the end of each thrust was unmistakable and you couldn’t quite bring yourself to care. You almost wanted everyone to hear the lustful wreckage he was throwing you in.
Opening your eyes, the closeness of his face caused you to writhe against him and moan out. The sounds amplified by the stone in the cell, leaving everyone else outside at the mercy of your cries.
“Lose yourself in me.”
Lucius pushed himself up so that he could grab your hips and deliver more calculated thrusts. Each time he pushed in, you could feel his tip kiss your cervix with pure carnality. Your moans were low in timbre but grew more frequent as you felt the knot in your loins begin to tighten at the new speed.
There was a sheen of sweat across Lucius’ chest, a bead dripping down his brow. He brought himself back down and tortured you with the same bruising pace.
“Cum for me. Cum with me.”
He captured your lips in his reminding you that this was more than just lust at work. Your sounds were swallowed by his mouth as the heart of your wanton need contracted around his length in lascivious rhapsody. He fucked you through your orgasm before pulling out and painting your stomach in his alabaster drippings.
Lucius hovered over you, taking in what just happened. As you held eye contact with him, you snuck your hand down to the milky portrait and scooped up some of his salty sap. Bringing it to your mouth, you sucked on your finger, savoring the taste. He groaned at the sight and you smiled at him when you released your finger with a pop sound.
Lucius stood up, grabbing the poor excuse of a blanket off his bed, and used the corner to clean you of him. Wiping the stain of his cum in the dirt, he threw the sheet back to his bed. Grabbing your robes and motioning you to stand up, he covered your body.
“No one else needs to see you like this.”
The gesture was warm and his words held a sense of finality to them. As if he were counting on the fact that you’d never go back to the life you lived before. Lucius covered himself in his tunic. Pheromones, and earth flying off the fabric as he lay down on the bed. He opened one arm and nodded his head toward himself to motion you to lie down with him. The fit was tight but that didn’t matter at this moment.
The quiet lingered, heavy with everything you hadn’t said. Lucius’ breath came slow and steady as you traced patterns over his body, his hand soothing your arm—an unspoken promise in such gentle touches.
“You deserve more than survival. I’ll fight for that. I’ll fight for you.”
The weight of his words settled in your chest, and you allowed yourself to believe for the first time in a long time. To believe that the life ahead could be yours. Not stolen or dictated. With the warmth of his steady presence, you curled into him. Letting the moment take root in the deepest parts of you. Whatever lay ahead, you knew you wouldn’t face them alone.

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Thinking of Yandere! Light with an enabler darling.
In order for this to work I think they'd have to meet at childhood, like in primary school or perhaps their parents would've been friends; because that's when kids have the most innocence and not understanding the true nature of the world.
I like to believe that even at a young age, Light would hold a dislike for those who did wrong. After all his father served in the police department, so it wouldn't be unusual to hear cases that are darker. Thus, leading him to mature more quickly than his peers. So imagine when he meets darling who doesn't understand human nature. As in the behavior and actions of a person, Light doesn't know this so he chose to believe darling is extremely sheltered and innocent.
So just imagine how it would be in secondary school, at this point you understood that Light was... more abnormal than the rest of your peers. Such as- Clings on to you, makes others feel inferior compared to you, uses "study sessions" as a way to hang out more, etc. Knowing this, you aren't afraid to use it and manipulate him, of course, he won't notice because how could you do such a thing? In his eyes, it's practically impossible, he's smarter so he would think he'd catch on quick. (He doesn't know you are fairly intelligent yourself...)
And oh boy do you really use that potential once he gets the book. When you find out, you act all shocked, and at first try to tell him he's wrong for killing people and that it's no better. This leaves him a way to think he can control you, he isn't afraid to change your beliefs to fit into his wants. So you act as if you gave in, praising him for removing the evil in the world, feeding into his ego. In fact, you convince him to kill certain people, people who wronged you? People who you just don't simply like? They'd be gone with a brutal death, after all, wouldn't it make them a bad person to hurt someone so innocent?
I want to add more but due to the fact I'm debating whether or not to write this as a one-shot or a series and whether not to include L in the shipping (because why not?) I don't want to reveal anything if it were to become a series. I also don't know if this fandom is dead on tumblr... So uh, if y'all want it comment to let me know your thoughts! (In any case you guys want to see how I write and whether or not you'd like it based on that, I have a csm post and a quotev account that's a Danganronpa fic! It's a Mikan x reader, called "You always forgave me..."!)
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I saw the yandere prompts and my first thought was 2 for Leona, but since you wrote it for Azul, maybe 47 instead..? 👀 I specifically pictured nightmare suit Leona and ougghhh hes so hot <3 he can become my shadow and haunt me forever anytime. Preferably a metaphorical shadow and not literally so he can get handsy- I mean!! 🙈🙈
-🐈⬛ anon
NIGHTMARE SUIT LEONA!!!!!!!!!
(cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, gender neutral reader, leona's a demon you have a pact with, so in that sense he's a shadow, victorian era, arranged marriage, leona's basically the (literal) demon on your shoulder, he has nothing but bad (read: questionable) advice on how to deal with your husband lol, subtle jealousy)
(monstrously yandere prompts)
"Well, aren't you dressed for death? Guess white's gone out of style for weddings. Mourning black is finally in fashion."
You don't have to turn around to confirm the owner of that sardonic drawl. He's been with you ever since you called out to the darkness in your desperation all those months ago. In exchange for keeping you safe and playing the part of watchdog, the demon known as Leona would have your soul. You've since realized business with demons is foolish and dangerous, but the pact has been sealed and its proof is stamped right above your heart.
You are stuck with him until the end of your days.
And while you suppose you're grateful for his help, even if he is the laziest demon you've ever met, he is not the most pressing problem. Rather, it's your wedding.
This day has been penned in the calendars ever since you became of age, and even then you were dreading it. You're not sure what your husband thinks. He's a man led by advantage. Your social status and your family's wealth is far more important than the role you're meant to take up by his side.
Leona has given you countless options to save yourself in the years leading up to this day, most of which were rather unsavory, but today you're truly contemplating them.
"I'm not going to tell you what you should or shouldn't do. It's your life," he says, leaning casually against the wall. A single green eye tracks your movements. He watches you run your fingers along the sheer fabric of your veil. "If you'd prefer to skip all the pleasantries, I can do it in your place."
"You'd do that?" you ask around a disbelieving scoff. All he really does is work in the shadows, offering his sarcastic commentary when he's bored and wants to find entertainment in you.
"Why not? Better a demon than a human with a clean record, right?" he muses. You blink and then he's at your side, peering into the mirror alongside you. Gingerly, he takes the veil from your hands and places it atop your head. "You're already dressed for a funeral. It'd be a waste otherwise."
"You just want to sharpen your claws on the poor soul, don't you?"
A sly smirk quirks up on his lips, and he feigns surrender. "You caught me."
Perhaps I ought to run away, you think, but only for a second. There's still your pact with Leona. You're tethered, and eloping with a demon doesn't sound particularly appealing. His company would only serve as a reminder for your bad choices.
"No need to pout, little human," he adds, melting away into the dark corners of your bedroom. "The solution is staring you right in the face. If it were me, I'd take it. An opportunity for an immediate checkmate... And it's so simply acquired. Don't tell me you're tied up in a moral dilemma!" He barks out a sharp laugh. You've long since abandoned your morals, for they were swallowed up the moment you shook hands with a demon.
Worst of all, he's right. This is the best move you could possibly make. A mysterious death on the day of his wedding... Why, no one would be any wiser and you'd play the part of a grieving spouse well enough. They'd say it was the will of a higher power and then his beastly business practices would be exposed. The odds are in your favor. Leona will ensure that and you know it.
You grit your teeth, and suddenly there's a dagger lying where your brush once was. Your fingers curl around the ornate handle.
"Would I ever steer you in the wrong direction?" he asks, emerging from the dark with the face of your soon-to-be husband. "Well, human? All that stands between you and your precious freedom is one pitiful human. Are you really going to let him dictate your life?"
It's a trick question. Your soul already belongs to him, but right now...
You lunge at him and he scoops you up, pulling you into a strange, stilted waltz. The dagger is plunged in his chest.
Leona challenges you with a sharp grin. "More force next time. How else are you going to puncture his heart?"
"You are an abominable influence," you snap, scowling.
"And I am your shadow, little human." He drags you closer to him, his hand delicately caressing your cheek. "No matter where you go, you'll never escape me. So why not make a friend out of your enemy while you still can? I'll give you everything you could ever want and need, and all it costs is the heart of your husband."
You've never known Leona to willingly offer you an advantage in this never-ending game of chess he seems to delight in.
But perhaps his benevolence stems from a place of envy.
A silly thought. As sinful as envy is, you can't possibly imagine your demon harboring it.
"One condition," you tell him, taking hold of his gloved hand. This time, rather than your husband's face, you peer at him. Into that singular green eye.
He raises a brow. You imagine your demanding nature is quite impressive to him. For a human to demand things from a demon without any regard for the consequences... Fascinating.
"Do him in ruthlessly and you shall have my appreciation."
Malice sharpens his smile into something starved. "I intend to."
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