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evanescentsun ยท 1 year ago
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shadybug ๐Ÿž
she isnโ€™t impressed with u.
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akkivee ยท 1 year ago
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so during the leaders cross talk with hayama-san and hirono-san, they played a jeopardy-esque game where they answered various trivia for points, and whoever got the most points won
at some point, they had to answer โ€˜what are kuukouโ€™s robes called??โ€™ and by circumstance, hirono-san happened to know the answer actually lol. hayama-san didnโ€™t tho lol and after eking out a hint from hirono-san (โ€˜weโ€™re family right??? ๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿฅบโ€™) hayama-san guessed it was a tank top and hirono-san answered itโ€™s called a samue. turns out they were both wrong LOL and hirono-san got humbled so quick esp when hayama-san roasted him for making him answer wrong on top of being loudly incorrect lol so hayama-san can be a bit of a sore loser lmao
if you can, pls tune into abemaโ€™s round one collab where hayama-san might be competing against fellow hypmic friends and root for him he doesnโ€™t like to lose lmao
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#this is vee speaking#i am once again pissed we arenโ€™t getting another cross talk with the 2/3gumi because i think of hirono/hayamaโ€™s cross talk so fondly ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ#like they happened to have dyed their hair the same colour and the pr vid for their show was them gushing over it ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ#lol the way hayama-san kept hirono-san humble was so funny like hirono-san wound up getting another question right#but hayama-san while clapping for him courteously started chanting โ€˜samueโ€™ at him LOL#and hirono-sanโ€™s absolutely delighted โ€˜btch????โ€™ in response makes me weep man i miss them ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ#(the best part was that the showrunners came back and said hirono-san actually was right about the samue lol)#(hayama-sanโ€™s betrayed โ€˜NO WAY?????โ€™ lives rent free in my head lmao)#hayama-san was feeling a bit shy around hirono-san (he hid it very well) and had been trying to hide how entertaining he found hirono-san#but at some point hirono-sanโ€™s hirononess got to him and he couldnโ€™t hold it in anymore#and started giggling so hard he was kicking his feet and it was so cute heโ€™s sO CUTE IMโ€” *exhales*#i have a bunch of little anecdotes about hayama-sanโ€™s competitive nature lol iโ€™m excited about the possibility of getting more lol#and if the anniversary is also a big competition too i will be getting fed lmao
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tojisun ยท 4 months ago
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Okay, now I need something about bf!logan and his girl making a porno (bonus points if wade finds out after the show they put on for him and that man is willing to RISK IT ALL to see that sex tape๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿคฃ)
cw: porn link; f!reader; smut; consensual filming during sex; slight sexting at the end // divider by @/plutism!
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this is definitely the porno they were making <3
logan has you on your knees, your ass dimpling with every one of his greedy caresses, his heavy hand kneading your flesh. youโ€™re whining to be creampiedโ€”to be bredโ€”and logan indulges you with a quiet chuckle because youโ€™re so adorable like this, all needy and demanding, babbling nothing but nonsense because heโ€™s fucked you to the point of incoherence.
you jut out your chin at his croon. he tells you to do it yourself if you really want his cum; says that youโ€™ve got to show him how much you need it.
โ€œanโ€™ here i thought i was beinโ€™ a gentleman,โ€ logan says, sighing in that what-can-you-do? tone like he hadnโ€™t been fucking you so hard, you were sure that the condom was on the brink of ripping.
you grumble, rolling your eyes even mid-tears, before reaching back to where heโ€™s got his cock rutting along the cleft of your ass. you give it a stroke, giggling breathily to yourself at its sheer girth and weight, before sliding your hand down to the pinched tip and tugging.
logan moans, and it rumbles deep, sending tingles to rise from the tips of your toes to the base of your neck. he sounds just a little too excited, and you wonder how you must look as you reach for the rubber, tugging it off the expanse of his cock. do you look desperate, the camera capturing the way youโ€™re shivering like youโ€™re on cum-withdrawals? or do you look like the brat that you are, whining how sex is not enough until loganโ€™s pumping you full of his sperm?
god, the thought that this moment is being immortalized makes you clench at nothing, your hole puckering as it waits to be filled.
the condom comes off with a pop, the rubber snapping off and into itself. it sounds so lewd and dirty, like the two of you are really starring in a corny porno, and it fills your cheeks with warmth as your need wanes in the face of your shyness.
you fling the condom to the side, before burrowing your face on the pillows, as though that alone can hide the palpable hunger rippling from you. logan laughs at your reaction like heโ€™s not softly humping his cock between your thighs, rutting it along the wet mess heโ€™s made out of your cunt.
โ€œyโ€™ready, bub?โ€ logan asks, still giddy with his laugh. you grumble a reply, before jutting your head in a stilted nod.
he taps his weeping cock along your folds, testing, and you shuffle in your impatience. you feel the itch exploding, the need to be stuffed bloating, but logan continues to tease and god, pleasepleasepleaseโ€”
โ€œiโ€™ve got you, darl,โ€ he grunts, then heโ€™s pushing in, steady and filling, and, andโ€”
the moan thatโ€™s ripped from your throat sounds foreign, like youโ€™re a damn wounded animal. you donโ€™t even get to adjust to his widthโ€”pussy lips going taut at his thicknessโ€”before loganโ€™s drawing his cock out until all thatโ€™s left is the head. thereโ€™s a bated breath that you two share, leaving you suspended in anticipation, then heโ€™s bullying it back in.
you flop on the bed, all useless now like youโ€™ve got your strings cut loose. logan doesnโ€™t seem to mind, not with the consistent ringing slaps of his pelvis meeting your ass echoing in your quaint room. god, your brainโ€™s being scrambled right now, youโ€™re sure, because you canโ€™t even think of anything but loganโ€”
loganloganlogan.
youโ€™re already cross-eyed by the time he sprays his first load inside you.
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wade gets a five second clip from loganโ€™s number. the thumbnail is just a blur of colours and wadeโ€™s interest is piqued because logan rarely reaches out to himโ€”a video is just unthinkable.
he was expecting many thingsโ€”that the video is the one of deadpool being broadcasted on national television with the words โ€œhero or criminal?โ€ after heโ€™s accidentally set the robberโ€™s van on fire, or that the video is an accidental recording of loganโ€™s butt because that wolverine suit was tight and wade canโ€™t even think where logan must keep his phone with him.
but thisโ€”
wade wasnโ€™t expecting this.
it was a video of youโ€”wadeโ€™s not even embarrassed to admit that heโ€™s memorized the way you look from all angles; what? one doesnโ€™t get a show of wolverine fucking his girl without gaining a new hyperfixationโ€”reaching for loganโ€™s monster cock. wade breathes in sharply as he watches you reach for the condom before tugging it off with a filthy, filthy pop. the video cuts into a next scene of logan relentlessly fucking you hard; the audio is a mess of squeaks and slaps, but also the wet squelches of loganโ€™s cock fucking in-and-out of your gaping cunt.
two things:
1. thatโ€™s fucking hot.
2. that video has clearly been tampered with; it was edited to show the barest of the highlights.
this was a conscious decision, with deliberate efforts. this was personal.
an invitation.
wade rubs oneโ€ฆ okay, fine.
wade rubs three out before heโ€™s running back to that apartment heโ€™s daydreamed about. mid-parkour, another notifcation comes in. wade falls, because of course he does, but while he waits for his ankle to mend itself back into its socket, his eyes devour the new message.
> darl wants to know if youโ€™re in.
wade sends a dick pic as a reply.
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wade busting a fat nut behind tim hortons because heโ€™s patriotic like that
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ervotica ยท 9 months ago
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MDNI pairing; simon "ghost" riley x fem!reader warnings; smut (18+ ONLY), rough rough sex, heavy choking, breathplay & asphyxiation in a controlled environment, loss of consciousness, multiple orgasms, simon is mean but in a sweet way, pre-established consent, subspace (may write a part two of the aftercare if that's something you lot would be interested in!) a/n; this is my first cod fic so go easy on me please!! my cod requests and thirst discussions are wide open (like me for simon ngl) so if you have anything you want to talk about or request PLEASE don't hesitate to pop it in my inbox!
Really, you did this to yourself.
You're the one who asked Simon to be rough, to manhandle you, to fuck you hard and deep until you forget your own name.
He does just that.
He's got your back anchored to his firm chest by means of a thick bicep curled around your throat, restricting your airways just enough until the world tunes out around you, everything a little fuzzy as he pistons his hips into your soft cunt; all you can feel is him, the way the fat head of his cock nestles deep against your cervix, the drag of it against your walls as he pulls out only to force you wide open again for him.
You're far past forming coherent words, eyes rolling and lashes fluttering when he hikes you further up by the soft column of your throat until you arch against his chest, limp and pliable like putty under the control of those experienced hands. Your cunt drools with each rocking movement, excreting more of the milky fluid as the vein that runs against the underside of his cock- purple and angry with his arousal- creates a delicious friction against your pulsing insides.
You garble something entirely unintelligible when that corded arm tightens around your neck, your mouth hanging open as you drool like a leaky tap, kiss-bitten lips gaping when you halfheartedly attempt to form something that isn't completely inarticulate.
You can't even warn him before you're cumming on the length of him with a silent cry, your muscles pulling tight like a bowstring as you quiver under his expert touch before you're falling limp, dead weight in his arms. His spare hand reaches up and over to deliver a firm slap to your cheek in an effort to rouse you from your haze, but you only sink further into that blissful headspace where nothing matters except the way that he's fucking you.
You're not sure you could beg him for more if you tried despite so desperately wanting it. Your sticky cunt weeps over his cock, running in a stream downward until his heavy balls are saturated in your sweet juices, your body twitching weakly when the pleasure washes over you once again.
"There you go, baby," he murmurs, fisting your hair into a ponytail at the back of your head until he's snapping your head up, those eyes hungrily surveying your wrecked expressionโ€“ eyes blackened with mascara from crying on his cock, lids barely open in your daze, lips swollen and flushed dark with colour. If he were to release his bruising grip on you, you'd crumple, entirely unable to hold yourself up. "My good, good girl. You gonna let me give you one more?"
You whine something that neither one of you understand, but the nod of your head and the way your eyes light up as you drag yourself from bliss just enough to affirm has him resuming his movements, hiking his knee up and over your hip to give him deeper access to fuck you; his pace quickens and you're damn near wailing by the time he grabs your bobbing throat, all hulking six foot four of him tipping forward until your airway is near completely cut off and your noises are silenced by the flexing muscles.
"Easy, love, take it easy," he murmurs, demands really, cadence gravelly but saccharine sweet, a stark juxtaposition to his cruel touch; you're barrelling towards another orgasm, entire body alight and burning with a pleasure that's damn near unbearable; your arse is slick and bruised, branded by his touch as his hips slap lewdly against you.
It hits you like a freight train, every muscle pulling tight and then suddenly liquifying all at onceโ€“ and as the pleasure ebbs away, you're hit with the frightening realisation that you truly can't breathe. You force a limp hand up to claw at the tense muscles clamped around your neck, a pained, gasping little noise breaking free of the confines of your chest. But still, he doesn't let up. The room spins and shrinks around you, darkness creeping in at the corners until it's consumed you. His voice is dark and unyielding against the shell of your ear.
"Let it happen," he says. "'ve got you. Don't fight it."
It's not like you have much of a choice anyway as your head drops, hair hanging loosely around your face when you fall headfirst into darkness.
When you come to, you're flat on your back, no longer speared on the thick length of him as he lazily pumps his cock, pressing your knees upward against your chest in order to have ample room to torture your throbbing cunt with calloused fingers.
"There she is." Simon grins when you whimper and reach up for him, gazing through sticky lashes with those teary eyes he adores. He indulges you, coming forward to smear a quick kiss to the crown of your skull before he's gathering your slick with the head of his cock, breaching your sore entrance once again.
That night, you're sure you meet God.
And he looks an awful lot like Simon Riley.
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konigsblog ยท 4 months ago
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Loser!Kรถnig and his desperation to lose his virginity. (๐ŸŒฝ link)
MDNI 18+
Kรถnig's desperation and dedication to lose his virginity is beyond humiliating.
It goes far beyond shame and embarrassment. It's been weeks since Kรถnig has felt the touch of a woman, felt your sweet, soothing, and reassuring touch against his scarred body. He'll sink to his knees before you, pleading with you for a taste โ€” for anything! He can see that familiar smug, playful, and mischievous grin curling the sides of your lips, amused and entertained by Kรถnig's audacity and boldness. You know exactly what you're doing to him, and it's torturous and cruel for the social recluse who's becoming more and more desperate to lose his virginity.
โ€œPlease, Mauschen. You know exactly what youโ€™re doing...โ€ Kรถnig grumbles through frustration, the ache between his muscular thighs worsening at the sight of you in front of him. He averts his gaze from you as his girthy, fat cock begins to twitch and pulse ever so slightly, straining inside of the tight confines of his boxers. He winces in agony as his cock begins to stiffen and harden, a bead of his creamy arousal forming on the head of his large, hefty length.
You know exactly what you're doing, and it's heartless. Kรถnig's desire to take you intensifies each day. His large, hung cock weeps and drools at the sight of your plush rear on display for him, with the outline of your slick pussy visible through your damp, cotton panties. He takes in the sight before him, admiring the colour and fit of your panties, the white and pale blue stripes, and the cutesy, dainty, and delicate bow on the front. You arch your back and giggle at Kรถnig as his breathing quickens, becoming laborious and heavy. You maintain eye contact with the giant who remains hunched over your form while he rubs and strokes his creamy, sticky tip against the outline of your slit.
โ€œHeilige ScheiรŸe, mein Herz... Wie kann ich einem so sรผรŸen kleinen Ding wie dir widerstehen?โ€ [Holy shit, my heart... How can I resist a sweet little thing like you?]
His calloused and rough fingertips dig into your supple and plush flesh, his grip tightening around your soft hips at the stimulation against his sensitive, wet tip. He grinds his broad, well-built hips back and forth against your rear, beginning to lose himself as his pace quickens. He throws his head over his shoulder as he drags his meaty boner between the outline of your slick folds, the wetness and stickiness leaving his fat dick painfully hard. Your panties become damp, coated in a mixture of your sweet arousal and Kรถnig's pearly semen.
Kรถnig can barely compose himself, hold it together as he humps you, desperate for that sweet release he'd been longing for. He'll spurt thick creamy strings of his milky creaminess all over your panties, bucking his wide hips uncontrollably at the sensation of pleasure and euphoria.
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loverafey ยท 1 month ago
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look at me ! afab!reader
๊•€ warnings - smut, brief mention of typical violent intrusive thoughts for rafe, rough and then gentle, unestablished relationship, poor guy's just having the worst day ever :( wc - 667.
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you didnโ€™t know how to label the relationship you and rafe had.
it wasnโ€™t exactly friends with benefits, definitely not dating. perhaps something in between, something much more worse? much to your dismay, you knew you felt something for him. sometimes you wondered if he did too. he had become so vulnerable with you in the past few weeks, whispering secrets unbeknownst to anyone else, speaking stuff about his father that he never dared to bring up to anyone else. not his sister, not his close friend. no one but you. that had to make you special, right?
although tonight, it was different. he wasnโ€™t soft or vulnerable, he was angry โ€” frustration threatening to burst out after a deal gone wrong, everything gone wrong โ€” and you were the willing subject of it.
big hands roughly gripped your sides, not too hard to bruise you for now as his cock pistoned in and out your weeping hole, your throbbing clit neglected. it was clear that he was chasing after his own pleasure, wanting to get his mind off from everything that was plaguing it.
disappointment and not being taken seriously pissed him off to the core, and that man from earlier who subtly mocked him this morning while talking over some deal made him want to do nothing but grab that guy and bash his head over and over on the table. a satisfactory sight that wouldโ€™ve been, but he was not going to do that shit anymore. he had promised himself to change for the better, and then perhaps, perhaps, he could properly talk about his feelings to you one day. make you his forever.
never let you catch the slighest glimpse of the violence ensuing in his fucked up mind.
watching the way your eyes rolled back and squeezed shut at his harsh thrusts alongside your shaky and loud whimpers, his annoyance just flared. โ€œlook at me.โ€
you hadnโ€™t heard him properly, mind already having melted to mush from the overwhelming pleasure spreading through your body, mouth agape. your attention only snapped at him when you felt his hand gripping the side of your face, his thumb taking advantage of your parted lips and pushing right in, pressing against your tongue.
โ€œi said fucking look at me.โ€
your eyes soon met his, your vision somewhat bleary. he just looked so beautiful, cheeks notably flushed and his skin glistening a bit, orange hues colouring his skin due to the light from the sun setting outside the window flowing in. his brows were drawn together, grunts leaving his lips. heโ€™d always been loud.
โ€œgood. i like it better when you look at me.โ€ he huffed, fingers tracing their path down to your neck, caressing there gently. โ€œno one makes you feel like this, yeah? no one but me.โ€ it was like a plea for approval.
โ€œyes..!โ€ it was so hard to speak, your voice mixing in with a moan once you felt his cock bump against your sweet spot again, your legs trembling, aching from exhaustion. โ€œonly you, rafe.โ€ your hands soon came to cup his face. his hips stuttered at that, eyes softening. god, he just wanted to cry, but not in front of you. not yet.
โ€œmmh, yeah?โ€ he breathed out hoarsely, leaning down to press a soft kiss on the side of your mouth. intimacy โ€” a concept so sickening yet warming to him. something he was only willing to commit with you.
you nodded, tilting your head slightly so you could keep looking at him, memorising the way his brows visibly relaxed, his eyes just staring right into you.
โ€œjustโ€ฆ just keep looking at me.โ€ his hand gently wrapped around your throat, not squeezing by any means, a simple hold. it felt nice, and you hummed, feeling his other hand slip between your legs, helping you reach your peak by rubbing the bundle of nerves. โ€œneed to see your face when you cum.โ€
fuck, all he needed was you to forget about his horrible day. his baby.
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hurthermore ยท 9 months ago
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ยปยป------โ–บ ๐™ฐ ๐™ผ๐š’๐šœ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐š๐šž๐šŒ๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐™ป๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ (18+) - ๐™ฒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š™๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š‚๐š’๐šก
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Pairing: ๐™ท๐šž๐š–๐šŠ๐š—!๐™ฐ๐š•๐šŠ๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šก ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ!๐š๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š›
Summary: ๐™ฒ๐š˜๐š—๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š• ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŠ๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ๐š•๐šข ๐š•๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š”๐šŽ๐š ๐š’๐š—. ๐š‚๐š˜ ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐šŠ ๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜ ๐š‘๐š˜๐šœ๐š ๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š•๐š’๐š๐šŽ, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š–๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐šข๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š— ๐š๐š˜ ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š˜๐š—๐š•๐šข ๐š™๐š˜๐šœ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž, ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š˜ ๐š™๐š˜๐šœ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐šž๐š›๐š—, ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š’๐š—๐š๐šž๐š•๐š๐šŽ ๐š’๐š— ๐šŠ ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š› ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š‘๐šž๐šœ๐š‹๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š๐šž๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š˜.
Word Count: ๐Ÿผ.๐Ÿธ๐š”
Warnings: ๐šƒ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š” ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š’๐šŒ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐š’๐šœ ๐šŽ๐šก๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐š–๐šŽ๐š•๐šข ๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐š” ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š’๐šœ ๐š˜๐š—๐š•๐šข ๐šœ๐šž๐š’๐š๐šŠ๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐Ÿท๐Ÿพ+ ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š’๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š’๐šœ๐š๐šž๐š›๐š‹๐š’๐š—๐š, ๐š๐š›๐šž๐šŽ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š™๐š‘๐š’๐šŒ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šก๐šž๐šŠ๐š• ๐šœ๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š—๐šŽ๐šœ, ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐šŠ๐š๐šž๐š•๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šข, ๐š˜๐š‹๐šœ๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š™๐š˜๐šœ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—๐šข ๐š๐šข๐š™๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐šŠ๐š‹๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐š. ๐š‚๐š™๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š’๐š๐š’๐šŒ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š›๐š—๐š’๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š•๐šŠ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š•๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐š’๐š๐šž๐šŠ๐š• ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š™๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ.
๐™ผ๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐š˜๐š ๐šŠ๐š‹๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š›๐šŠ๐š™๐šŽ, ๐šŠ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐šŒ๐š”๐šŽ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š, ๐š๐šŠ๐šœ๐š•๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š๐š’๐š—๐š, ๐šŠ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š–๐š™๐š๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—๐š’๐š™๐šž๐š•๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—, ๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šŠ๐š• ๐š‹๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š”๐š๐š˜๐š ๐š—, ๐š๐š•๐šž๐š๐š, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šœ๐š, ๐š‹๐š’๐š ๐šŒ๐šž๐š๐šŽ ๐š‹๐š’๐š ๐šœ๐šŠ๐š, ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ ๐šž๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š•๐š’๐š—๐š๐šœ
๐™ธ'๐š– ๐š—๐š๐š•, ๐™ธ ๐š๐š˜๐š—'๐š ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š” ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š’๐šœ ๐šŠ ๐š๐š˜๐š˜๐š ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š™๐š๐šŽ๐š›, ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐šข๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š‘; ๐™ธ ๐š‘๐š˜๐š™๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐šž๐šข๐šœ ๐šœ๐š๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐šŽ๐š—๐š“๐š˜๐šข ๐š’๐š.
๐™ธ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐š๐š•๐š’๐šœ๐š, ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š“๐š˜๐š’๐š—, ๐š˜๐š› ๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ!
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Blinking rapidly, you squinted your eyes as you attempted to fade away the blurred vision that clouded your line of sight.
What had happened?
Where were you?
Sitting up, you brought a hand to your head as the rush of vertigo filled your senses; your entire body flinching as a distorted deep voice honed into your audible senses. Attempting to focus on the noise, your eyesight slowly began to correct itself, only for a sense of dizziness to overwhelm you as something cold grabbed your shoulder; shaking you ever so slowly as if it was attempting to snap you out of the distortion you were experiencing.
Once your vision ceased the erratic movement of colours, stabling them into a fixation, you could finally make out that you were on the floor; the wood creaking beneath you.ย 
Why were you on the floor?
What on earth had happened to you?
Touching the floorboards, you stabilised yourself as all of your senses finally equilibrated; only for an awfully grating voice to sink deep within your ear canals, making every singularity of hair on your body stand up. โ€œDoll,โ€ The voice sounded unusually panicked. โ€œIโ€™m so sorry; I didnโ€™t mean it, I swear.โ€ The arms that belonged to the person who was weeping next to you wrapped around you; pulling you deep into their hold as the cries of liquidised tears hit against your shoulder.
Turning to face the person who you had yet to make out, your eyes widened in pure disgust as you recognised the person as your husband. Your nose scrunched up as everything came back to you; the flowers, the screaming, and the main event of you slapping your husband across the face, only for him to hit you so hard you blacked out.
Staring at the devil in disguise that cried over your form whilst embracing you, you began to feel enraged; seething that he thought he had any right to hold you after he had quite literally knocked you out as if you were some ruffian in a fighting ring. Yet you didnโ€™t move, didnโ€™t push him back like you desperately wanted to; only forcing your body limp as he held you, his vile face drenched with ugly tears of falsity.
You couldnโ€™t believe he had actually knocked you out; he had never hit you hard enough to the point of actually enforcing a concussion upon your brain before. Your eyes could only stare at him with zero emotion behind them as he continued to mumble apologies filled with deceit, and as he continued to flood your shoulder with salted tears you couldnโ€™t find yourself feeling any empathy toward him.
He couldโ€™ve killed you.
โ€œWhat time is it?โ€ Despite everything that ran through your head, asking that question was all you could find yourself saying in that moment; all you could find yourself formulating. You needed to know how long you had been out of it, needed to come to terms with the severity of the situation.
Vincent only pulled away from you slightly before sniffling. You could only cringe at how pathetic and apprehensive he appeared as he contemplated telling you. Surely you couldnโ€™t have been out for too long considering the sky was hidden within the confines of darkness, indicating you had possibly been out of it for a couple of hours.
โ€œItโ€™s Sunday.โ€ Was all Vincent said.
Stilling yourself, the muscles in your shoulders tensed as his words registered.
You had been unconscious for two full days.
He had left you on the floor for two whole days.
โ€œDoll, I swear to you, I didnโ€™t mean to do this.โ€ You wanted to ask him what his goal was when he had hit you then; what his goal was when he had smacked the side of your head with such harshness that it was bound to do some sort of damage.
But you said nothing.
You only sat there, taking in the information that you had been comatosed for two entire days; and the monster who enacted that upon you didnโ€™t even give you the courtesy of putting you onto a softer surface, or even taking you to a doctor.
Did he even know if you were dead or alive as he left your body on the floor?
Not a single word left your lips as your eyes fixated on a cracked piece of wood on the floor below you. You could feel your husband tighten his grip on you. โ€œDo you forgive me?โ€ He whispered into your shoulder.
Your shoulders began twitching as laughter slowly left your mouth as he asked for forgiveness. Your voice gradually reaching a maniacal screech as you giggled; tears streaming down your face from the sheer atrocity of the man beside you. He had beaten you for an entire year, raped you, desecrated your body in ways no person should be treated, and you always took it like a rag doll.
You were just his punching bag.
Thatโ€™s all you were.
Gripping your hands into your hair, you couldnโ€™t stop the fit of laughter that left your lips; as if your emotions, everything you had bottled up from the abuse you had endured split like a knocked over glass, flowing out of every pore of your body. Tugging on your hair, you began to pull; hard.ย 
Everything hurt.
Gritting your teeth with a screech, your husband grabbed your wrists and pulled your hands away from your hair with the same force he would use to push you around. His expression was horror-stricken; as if he had just witnessed some mentally unstable patient stain the walls with their own blood.
You found it incredibly ironic how he looked at you like you were the crazy one.
But as you looked into his eyes, the laughter halted in the depths of your throat, and your face contorted into a deadpanned structure.
No. You didnโ€™t forgive him; you wouldnโ€™t brush this off like you had brushed off everything else he had ever done to you.
But he didnโ€™t need to be aware of that.
โ€œI forgive you.โ€ You reluctantly said, your words laced with deceit. Despite wanting to spit in his disgusting face, that you would never forgive him, never love him, and always hate him, you couldnโ€™t tell him how you truly felt; you didnโ€™t want to experience being put in another two day sleep.
His face only softened as he forced you into a hug you didnโ€™t reciprocate; even if you wanted to, which you never would, you had no energy. You felt tired, and you craved to be away from the vile man who held you. You could only beg in your mind like a mantra for him to let go of you; it began to feel like he was holding you for much longer than he realistically did.
Like a blessing from the heavens, Vincent let go of you before he announced he was going to retire for the night, and as he attempted to pull you up from the floor to drag you into the bed the two of you shared, you refused to let your body stand up.ย 
โ€œI just want to stay down here for a bit.โ€ You whispered in a plea. It was the least he could do for you after everything; give you peace from his presence.ย 
Although you could sense that Vincent wanted to force you into bed, he finally graced you with a tiny amount of mercy as he let go of your wrist, turning away to walk up the stairs; each step creaking louder than you remember them ever doing.
As you heard the bedroom door shut close, you finally laid back onto the floor as you stared into the ceiling. Everything was too overwhelming. The tears that left your oculus organs felt strange against the now empty feeling in your chest, it was as if all your emotions had finally locked themselves away in an attempt to save yourself from the insanity of having to experience everything that was currently tormenting your psyche.
Closing your eyes, all you could see were a fluctuation of distorted colours against the black background; a sign you were still suffering from the damage that was inflicted onto your head from two days prior.
For some reason, you couldnโ€™t believe Vincent had just left you on the floor for such a timeframe. You knew how vile he was, but despite his despicable nature, you couldnโ€™t come to terms with the fact that he just left your body to fight for its life as he forced unconsciousness onto you.
You needed to stop having faith that people couldnโ€™t get worse.
What would happen next time he reached the same amount of fury he attained when he knocked you out? Would your body be ready for it?ย 
Or would you die?
It took hours for you to calm your psyche down; yet you were still on edge, still jumpy, and you feared that if any small inconvenience were to transpire, you would only break down once again.
So you decided to distract yourself.
Looking at the clock that hung on the wall, the arms ticked in seconds as it read that it was the witching hour, indicating that Sunday had now passed, and you were in the early hours of Monday. Picking yourself up, you walked into the parlour room, only to grab the newspaper Vincent had carelessly left out. Gazing over the cover, you could only scoff as the date of the newspaper aligned with the date from yesterday; meaning your husband had left you in the house alone as you remained unconscious.
Prick.ย 
You couldnโ€™t find yourself surprised; not after everything that transpired.
Focusing your attention on the main headline of the newspaper, you read the words that exclaimed a new murder victim had been discovered; providing a black and white picture of the poor victim who had succumbed to the serial killer roaming the streets of New Orleans. Looking at the image, it presented a young man who looked oddly familiar, and without feeling anything towards it, you realised it was a depiction of the man who had harassed you before Alastor had jumped in to help you.
Surprisingly, it didnโ€™t phase you; in fact, you could only smile as you bid him good riddance. He was a nuisance, and he was likely to harass another woman just as he did you.
As you began to read over the gruesome details of the killing, the paper explained how the man had been bludgeoned to death in a backstreet alley; suspected to be inflicted by hatchet due to the types of wounds carved into his skull. You could only imagine how bloody the scene mustโ€™ve been; imagining if his brain had splattered against the concrete as his skull caved in.
Continuing to read, you raised your eyebrows as the paper stated that one of his legs had been amputated and his entrails had been forcefully removed from his stomach; as if the killer had ripped through his skin with his bare hand.
You couldnโ€™t help but shiver as you read the gruesome details; it made you feel slightly sick, yet your heart raced as if it was excited.
Deciding that you had read enough of the recent murder, you turned the page of the newspaper, reading over the much more positive story that had been printed into the pages.ย 
As you read, you hadnโ€™t realised you had fallen asleep until a door from upstairs shut with a loud bang; jumping you into consciousness. Rushing to place the newspaper back where you found it, you jumped back onto the sofa before Vincent made his way down the stairs.
He could only look at you with downcast eyes as he dragged himself over to you. You wanted to roll your eyes; wanted to snarl at him and tell him to fuck off as he made his way towards you.ย 
But you didnโ€™t make a sound. Didnโ€™t move a muscle.
As he sat down beside you, you gripped your clothes that you were still wearing from the day you last saw Alastor. You probably smelt bad. Vincentโ€™s hand gripped your shoulder as he forced you to lean against him; your body stiffening as you involuntarily touched him. โ€œIโ€™ve been thinking about everything whilst you were out of it.โ€ย 
Your upper lip naturally twitched. Is that what he thought of it? That you were just โ€˜out of itโ€™? He was good at manipulating the script; so good that you wondered if he manipulated himself into believing he had done nothing wrong.
โ€œAnd I think we need a fresh start; New York, to be precise.โ€
What?
โ€œEver since that bastard of a radio host came over, youโ€™ve been acting out, doll.โ€
You had been acting out?
Did he not have any self awareness? How dare he suggest you were the one acting out when he was the one who assaulted your body on a near daily basis.
โ€œIโ€™m going to go to New York next week to see where I can establish a new business, so by the end of next month, we should be in the big apple; how does that sound, doll?โ€
Awful. It sounded awful. You didnโ€™t want to leave here; you wanted to stay here.
Here with Alastor.
Why were you thinking of Alastor?
Refusing to look at him, or even honouring him with a response, he took a deep sigh before speaking again. โ€œIโ€™m sorry for what happened; but donโ€™t you see that none of this wouldโ€™ve happened if Alastor wasnโ€™t in the picture, doll? Canโ€™t you see that?โ€
You wanted to scoff. None of it would've happened if he had never bought you in the first place; none of it wouldโ€™ve happened if he wasnโ€™t such a vile and abusive man who saw it fit to beat his wife into submission.
None of it wouldโ€™ve happened if Vincent was dead.
โ€œYou can stay quiet if you wish; but Iโ€™m not giving you a choice on the matter.โ€
Did he think he ever graced you the right of choice prior to this?
Surprisingly from your lack of response, your husband only stood up before walking out the door; most likely to leave for work. Your suspicions were proved correct as you heard his car start up, only to drive away. Glaring at the floor below you, your fingers slowly etched into the skin of your thighs.ย 
He was going to take you away.
He was going to take you from Alastor.
Letting out a scream you ran upstairs to calm yourself down. You needed a distraction. Wanted to get out of this dress; wanted to clean yourself, needed to clean yourself.
Tearing the dress off, you began to run yourself a bath as you gripped the rim, watching as the water slowly filled the tub before dipping into it.
As the heated water touched your skin, you sighed deeply, finally allowing the muscles in your body to relax. It felt nice after everything that had just happened, and you couldnโ€™t help but melt into the bath. Yet your mind refused to relax like your body did; it was still running at a hundred miles per hour, but only one thought stuck out more than the others:
Vincent was going to take you away from Alastor.
Why did that hurt you so much?
Why did the thought of never seeing that charmingly strange man again pierce your heart?
You knew you adored Alastor as a friend; but you had never experienced what you felt towards him before; it was as if you were overly attached to him. Sinking your lower face into the water, you rationalised in your head that it made sense for you to become fond of him in such a short time; you were a woman who had been isolated for the past year. Naturally, it made sense for you to latch onto the first person who showed you affection.
As Alastor began to swarm your mind, your thoughts lingered towards the desecrated flowers that had been murdered; stomped into a wilt by your husband.
What were you going to tell Alastor what happened to his flowers when he came over?
Gripping the edges of the cast iron bath, you straightened your spine; the water naturally rippled in momentum with your movements as you remembered that Alastor was to come over for lunch today.
Not knowing how long you had been in the bath, you hastened your pace as you finished cleaning your hair and body. Wrapping a robe over your body as your wet form left the body of water, you made your way to the vanity in your room. Yet when you opened the door, you could only roll your eyes as you took in the state that Vincent had left the bed in.
You werenโ€™t in the mood to sort it out.
Not today.
As you sat down at the well detailed vanity, you visibly grimaced as you took in your unhinged expression. Smacking your cheeks, you rubbed them as you forced your facial features to return to normalcy.
You were surprised that there was no damage done to your face.
Groaning, you realised you would need to cover up the bruises that covered your body from the neck down.
You didnโ€™t have the motivation to do this today.
Focusing on readying yourself for Alastorโ€™s arrival, you dried your hair before covering your bruise stained body, physically recoiling as you dabbed make-up over each individual blemish. After being content with the appearance of your skin, you stood, sliding your dressing robe off the skin of your body before picking out a dress to wear; only to wince as you heard a shave and a haircut knock echo throughout your home.ย 
Was Alastor already here?
Pulling a creamed coloured tea party dress out of your wardrobe and onto your body along with T strapped heels, you ambled toward the door as the person knocked once more in the same rhythm from before.ย 
Opening the door, the beating of your heart became irregular as Alastor stood before you, his demeanour was filled with confidence and adoration as he flashed his smiling teeth to you.ย 
Taking a good look at him, you began to flush at his more casual attire; a dress shirt that cuffed up to his elbows, revealing his thin yet toned forearms, matching a waistcoat on top of it along with herringbone pants; although quite a formal outfit for the normal person, for Alastor, it was extremely toned down from his usual attire. Your body couldnโ€™t halt the warmth that spread throughout you just from taking in his appearance.
Was it normal to feel this way towards a friend?
His smile seemed to glow as he spoke no words, only gesturing for you to place your palm into his. Feeling a wave of deja vu flood your innards, you remembered back to when he had kissed your hand when you first met him. Relinquishing your hand to him, he placed a kiss on your knuckles whilst looking into your eyes. Giving him a flushed smile, he only began to place more kisses along your forearm before you pulled away from him with a laugh of his name.
He only smiled further as he watched you laugh, suddenly, he closed the front door with his shoe before leaning towards you. โ€œOh, how Iโ€™ve missed you, darling.โ€ Your heart raced as though it was attempting to leave the confines of your rib cage as Alastor closed the door with such elegance; speaking to you with that tone laced with pure seduction.ย 
โ€œItโ€™s only been a few days since I last saw you.โ€ You chuckled as he kept leaning in towards you. The heat that enveloped your body only formed little drops of sweat on your forehead as Alastor loomed over you, forcing you to crane your neck skyward to witness his oddly attractive sharp facial features.
His face seemed dissociated; something you knew all too well as he gazed into your eyes; his glasses slowly etching toward the tip of his nose before he suddenly smiled, pulling up a paper bag that you hadnโ€™t noticed him holding until he shook it next to your head. โ€œI hope you donโ€™t mind darling, but I brought some ingredients with me so I can finally introduce you to an authentically spiced jambalaya.โ€ย 
You could only tug the corners of your lips back as you gaped at the fact he had even remembered the conversation where you both agreed for him to make his jambalaya for you; yet your mind seemed to focus on the contemplation on how Vincent would react if he found out you had eaten without him.ย 
You found yourself not really caring for once.
Looking at the bag, and then to Alastors face; you melted as he looked so blissful as gazed into your visual organs. The flustered feeling that swelled within you only grew the longer you looked at him.
Giving him a smile, you clapped your hands together, shocking yourself slightly when the noise of the clap reverberated through your body, forcing your vision to slightly blur.
Blinking your vision back, you took ahold of Alastorโ€™s free hand as you smiled. โ€œYouโ€™re too sweet; do you want me to make it?โ€ Alastor only raised an eyebrow at your question before chuckling; bringing your hand closer to him as he spun you around.ย 
As you came out of the spin, your vision distorted; yet you managed to stabilise yourself before Alastor could figure out you were having issues courtesy of your husband's violence. โ€œDonโ€™t be ridiculous darling! Iโ€™ll make it for you.โ€ He whispered the last few words, almost ominously before he softly held your shoulder, pushing you into his side as he guided the two of you to your own kitchen.
โ€œAt least let me help you then.โ€ You exclaimed, despite feeling a strange sense of warmth as you basked in Alastors presence. Placing the bag on the side before looking at you, Alastor faced you; his expression one of contemplation.
โ€œNo, darling. I want to do this for you.โ€ Trying to hide your flustered state at his words, you looked away from him, only to place your hands on your hips before huffing.
โ€œIโ€™m starting to think you forgot my name with how often you call me darling.โ€ You mumbled as you finally entered the kitchen.
Looking back at you, Alastor forced a gasp to escape your lips as he suddenly pressed his large hand around the small of your waist, pulling you flush against him; one of his legs forcing its way in between the gap of your legs, but not quite touching. Your hands gripped the counter behind you as a fire like no other began to burn within your chest.
โ€œWhat are you doing?โ€ You almost whispered with panic etched within your voice before Alastor forced your back to bend backwards as he leaned further toward you until you could no longer realistically flex any further. All you could see was Alastors face as he placed his forehead against yours.
What on earth was he doing?
And why was it making your heart race?
Panicked, you could feel yourself becoming flustered at the entire situation, craving for more; of what, you didnโ€™t entirely know. But as he stared at you with such a predatory gaze, your breaths became heavy; his expression indicated he was ready to devour you in ways you werenโ€™t ready to acknowledge.
โ€œI could never forget your name,โ€ He paused before moving his lips next to your ear only to whisper your name with debauchery. You could only sigh and scrunch your eyes shut as you could feel yourself getting worked up from the whole ordeal; he was bringing reactions out of you that Vincent could never attain; and Alastor had hardly done anything to you yet.
Why were you allowing him to do this?
Why did you like it?
Before you could tell him to back away so you didnโ€™t have to acknowledge the sensations you were currently experiencing, Alastor smirked at you with a chuckle as if the whole thing was merely to tease you; backing away ever so slowly before he began to unload the paper bag as if what just transpired didnโ€™t affect him one bit.
As you watched him busy himself with the products he had brought over, you couldnโ€™t help the pang in your chest as you believed the whole ordeal had meant nothing to Alastor.
Pushing yourself away from the counter, you attempted to distract yourself from the thoughts that forced pain upon the very surface of your soul, but your stomach managed to complete that task for you as it panged in pain.
You had forgotten you hadnโ€™t eaten in a few days now.
Walking over to the cabinets, you gathered all the utensils you would need to assist Alastor in cooking; you wanted to help, and although you wanted to adhere to Alastors wish of allowing him to cook for you, you knew the process would be quicker if you helped, regardless of what Alastor had to say about it.
Washing your hands, you quickly stole a green pepper from him, causing him to side eye you before you picked up a knife, fully intending to assist him, but as Alastor attempted to take the culinary vegetable back from you, insisting that you neednโ€™t do a thing, you pointed the sharp edge of the knife towards him. โ€œIโ€™m helping you whether you like it or not, Mr. Hartfelt. So start prepping something else whilst I cut up the vegetables.โ€
You watched as his face seemed to fluster along with a twitch of his signature stretched smile as he looked down at you pointing a knife directly into the direction of his neck. As you witnessed his adams apple gulp deep into the depths of his throat, he spoke up. โ€œAlright darling, you may assist me, but do stop referring to me by my last name.โ€ His voice edged on almost unhinged; completely contrasting to what you were used to hearing when he spoke.
Why did that specific tone in his voice shoot pleasant sensations through your nervous system?
Only giving him a nod, you focused on cutting the vegetables, only glancing toward Alastor for a slight moment, but focused on him as you watched him take out a slab of meat after washing his own hands.ย 
It wasnโ€™t a meat you could recognise.ย 
โ€œWhatโ€™s that?โ€ You questioned as you tilted your head.
Alastor turned to face you, his hand holding the chunk of meat, squeezing his fingers into the fatty piece of the butchered corpse, his eyes swirling with contemplation before his lips moved.
โ€œPork.โ€
For some reason, you didnโ€™t fully believe him as he gave you his one-worded answer, but you ignored the voice deep within your mind that kept ringing alarm bells, opting for humming in acknowledgment instead.ย 
Slowly, the two of you fell into a domesticated bliss, and Alastor became more animated as you both cooked together, cherishing each touch he placed onto you as he passed by you and each word he spoke to you as you both shared things about yourselves to one another.
It felt like you were Alastors wife; and not Vincents.
As Alastor poured the washed rice into the boiling pot, the two of you made your way into the parlour room as you had some time until the food approached the end of its finalisation.
โ€œWould you care to dance, darling?โ€ Alastor suddenly asked you. Looking toward him, you watched as he fiddled with the gramophone that stayed stationary on your side table; and without your response, a slow song began to fill the room; surprisingly it didnโ€™t cause your vision to blur.
โ€œI havenโ€™t heard this song for quite a time now.โ€ You smiled as you reminisced, allowing the song to fill your mind with memories of a time from your childhood. It had been a while since you had danced too; something you loved to participate in, but your parents slowly managed to make it an activity you began to hate, and the addition of Vincent only forced you to become fully celibate to the form of dance. โ€œItโ€™s been a while since Iโ€™ve danced.โ€ You admitted.ย 
Taking your hand, Alastor pulled you against his chest, only to open his closed lipped smile. โ€œThen you can follow my lead, ma cherie.โ€ Without a word, he threaded his fingers through your hand as his other laid on the dip of your spine, pushing your body into his before he swayed you along with the soft music that filled the room.
Your heart settled into bliss as you allowed yourself to follow Alastor's small movements as he held you; leaning your head into his chest as you listened to the beating of his heart. You could only sigh in pure content as you naturally flowed along with his movements, the dance between the two of you bloomed your heart like a flower basking in the warmth of the sun.
โ€œDid you have a good weekend darling?โ€ Alastor whispered into your hair after inhaling deeply.
โ€œNo.โ€ You spoke before your mind could think of a more appropriate answer to give him; the dance making you more receptive to telling Alastor your true feelings. โ€œI had missed you, too.โ€ You whispered before hiding your face further into his chest.ย 
It was true; despite everything, you had missed him. Even though you werenโ€™t conscious during the days that made up the weekend, Alastor was pretty much what consumed most of your thoughts during your awakening.
You had missed him.
But why did you miss him?
Tilting your head so you could look at him, you took in his love-drunk expression, took in the way his eyes glassed with adoration; bordering on what you believed to be obsession. And as he seemed to wait for you to do something, he stilled all movements.
In that moment, as your heart beat rapidly as Alastor held you, your mind seemed to click in realisation.
You harboured romantic feelings for Alastor.
Yet for some reason, that realisation felt like a knife to the heart.
You were married; to a monster nonetheless.
How had you allowed yourself to feel for someone you hardly knew?
Alastor wouldnโ€™t want a defiled woman like you anyway.
Tightening your grip on Alastor, your reality seemed to shatter before you, along with the contents of your heart.
Alastor was most likely just being nice to you.
He most likely pitied you.
It was the only thing that made sense in your mind.
Flinching, you pulled yourself away from Alastor. You could feel his grip tighten ever so slightly as he begged for you to not let go of him through his body language; and as his grip tightened, you looked back into his eyes; eyes that seemed desperate for you to stay, eyes that begged for more than just your touch.
Almost, you allowed yourself to relax in his touch as he ever so slightly leaned down towards you, as if asking permission to continue, and as you were so close to allowing him to close the gap to see what he would do, a ringing sound pulled you out of the trance.ย 
As the noise continued, you concluded the timer had gone off, suggesting that the food in the kitchen had finished and was ready to be consumed. Pulled away from the man you had just had a revelation about, you apologised in a whispered tone.
You began to frown as you watched him visibly deflate; his smile tightening in refusal to frown just like yours did as his eyes seemed to beg for you to hold him again. It made you want to cry, seeing him look so broken. Offering your hand out, Alastor could only twitch a more genuine smile on his face as he placed his palm against yours.ย 
Pulling him towards the kitchen as the music from the gramophone still played, you both allowed the strange tension between the two of you to subside as Alastor asked you to sit down whilst he plated the food in two bowls; one for you and one for him.
Placing the bowl in front of you, Alastor sat in the chair closest to you as he placed his jaw into his palm; watching you intently. โ€œDo give your honest opinion.โ€ Was the first thing he spoke since the two of you danced, his voice slightly downcast from his usual upbeat and charming persona.
Looking down at the food, you couldnโ€™t deny that it looked delicious, and as the steam filled your senses, you bit into the food. Alastors smile brightened at you dreamily as he watched you eating the food; waiting for your feedback. You couldnโ€™t help but melt as the tasty flavours sunk into the muscle in your mouth. It was spicy and well flavoured; you didnโ€™t think you had ever eaten, or made something quite as tasty. โ€œItโ€™s so good, Alastor.โ€ You near moaned, missing how Alastor covered his lower face with his large hand as you placed another spoonful in between your lips. โ€œWhere did you learn how to make this?โ€
Clearing his throat, Alastor kept his palm over his face as he watched you eat intently. โ€œMy mother taught me, darling; if youโ€™d like, I can give you the recipe.โ€ You nodded with excitement as you chewed your food with your lips closed.ย 
Swallowing your food, you sighed. โ€œYour mother is an amazing chef! Iโ€™d die for this recipe so please do!โ€ Picking up a piece of the meat, you chewed on the juicy slab. โ€œYouโ€™ve got to tell me who your butcher is too; Iโ€™ve never had pork quite like this before, itโ€™s really good.โ€ Alastorโ€™s smile tightened as the words left your mouth.
โ€œI butcher the swines myself, darling; so youโ€™ll have to come to me personally if you require more.โ€ You didnโ€™t catch on to the undertone of his words, only grimacing when you learnt he butchered animals; but you made no comment on it, only nodding as you continued to chew the food, Alastor beginning to eat his own portion after your first few bites.
As you ate, filling your stomach to its content from the lack of food your body hadnโ€™t been nourished with since the incident with Vincent, you heard Alastor ask you a question. โ€œAre you available tomorrow?โ€
You were surprised he had even asked, but you focused your attention onto him instead of the beautiful food in front of you. โ€œYes, why?โ€ย 
โ€œIโ€™d like for you to meet someone.โ€
Looking straight into his eyes, your oculi widened. Who on earth did he want you to meet? And why? Yet as you asked yourself those questions, the only question you found yourself asking him was on his workload as you contemplated whether or not he was skipping work to spend time with you.
โ€œI only work on Fridays and the weekend darling; so Iโ€™m all yours throughout the rest of the week and so forth.โ€ His promise of his spare time being dedicated to you and you alone had your emotions flooding a warmth throughout you for the tenth time today; it seemed.
Acknowledging his question, you agreed; not without asking him who you were going to be meeting, and what you should wear, only for Alastor to answer one of your questions. โ€œSomething casual, darling.โ€
Falling into another conversation, you noticed how the clock ticked closer and closer to the time Vincent usually arrived home.ย 
You didnโ€™t want Alastor to leave; you wished to bask in his warmth again, to restart the day over again, to experience everything over again, even if it meant having to deal with your repulsive husband in the morning, to deal with the pain of realising you liked the radio host more than just platonically, Alastor made it worth it.
โ€œVincent will be home soon.โ€ You stated. โ€œHe wonโ€™tโ€ฆ be happy if he sees you here.โ€
โ€œDarling, you speak as though weโ€™re secret lovers.โ€
Flushing, you turned your face away from him; a part of you hurt from his words.
Did he believe you two to be friends?
You wanted to ask him what the two of you were; especially with your realisation of your feelings toward him. But you didnโ€™t. You only huffed as you stood up, Alastor following suit, stalking behind you like a dog to its master.
Jumping ever so slightly, you felt butterflies swarm inside your stomach as Alastor wrapped his arms around you as your hand latched onto the front door handle; preventing you from opening the front door. His head rested on top of the crown of your skull before you heard him inhale deeply.
Did he just smell you?
Without reacting, you allowed yourself to disregard his strange sniffing as you leaned back into his chest; his strange actions not really phasing you. โ€œBe ready just before lunch, darling.โ€ He mumbled into your hair before detaching himself from you, pulling you slightly away from the door so he could open it himself.
As you watched him wave, your lips twitched down into a frown as he left your vision.
You were fucked.
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silk-fl0wers ยท 1 year ago
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Neuvillette rambles (ft. Zhongli)
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Imagine piching Neuvillette on the cheek. Not to hard but just a soft pinch on those chubby cheeks of his. Needless to say, you have now made him go into a shocked state. Why did you pinch him? did he do something wrong that made you upset? something on his cheek or could it be that this is how humans show thier love for each other? He's puzzled and now questioning everything.
It's only when you explain to him that he just looked really cute since it's not everyday you see a high esteemed and elegant gentleman having chubby cheeks so you gotta make out of it. It's fine anyway because it's you, his lovely partner.
๏ธตโ€ฟ๏ธตโ€ฟเญจโ™กเญงโ€ฟ๏ธตโ€ฟ๏ธต
He doesn't despise sweets to an extent, he just thinks that it shouldn't be eaten as much yet whenever he has a short break or any free time he likes to visit Cafรฉ Lucerne to have one of their conch madeleine cakes. It's just the right texture and taste for him, he even brings some back home to you incase of you being hungry or for craving something to eat at ungodly times in the early rise of morning.
๏ธตโ€ฟ๏ธตโ€ฟเญจโ™กเญงโ€ฟ๏ธตโ€ฟ๏ธต
Neuvillette or Zhongli being in their dragon or hybrid dragon form just cuddling you with their long tail wrapped around your body to prevent you from leaving them but if you're busy then he'll of course let you go but just so you know he will miss you a lot and will have you back in his arms once you return back to him.
Because they're dragons, they also have a slight protectiveness over you but nothing so restraining, they only become protective if anyone were to physically harm you. They make sure to put you in a safe spot before going ham on the person.
๏ธตโ€ฟ๏ธตโ€ฟเญจโ™กเญงโ€ฟ๏ธตโ€ฟ๏ธต
Personally, he'd be a great hugger. He's stiff and unsure at first but once he knows that you're comfortable and relaxed in his arms then he's going to hold you until it's time for him to go back to work again.
Vice versa too, so far you're the only one besides probaly Furina who knows that whenever it rains in Fontaine it's the hydro dragon weeping and you two know that it's confirmed to be Neuvillette, so whenever he has one of those bad days and ends up crying his heart out you always come by to his office to offer some comfort such as hugging him and hushing him gently while drawing patterns on his back.
He loves your hugs very much, that's all.
๏ธตโ€ฟ๏ธตโ€ฟเญจโ™กเญงโ€ฟ๏ธตโ€ฟ๏ธต
Braiding and decorating his hair with the melusine! He finds it somewhat relaxing after a long day of sitting down in the office or from a court trial cause now it means he can relax with his beloved and his melusine daughters.
It all becomes a big hangout as you would sometimes invite them for dinner or to hang out in yours and Neuvillette's shared home. Imagine them also cuddling up to you two while some will have to sleep on the floor due to there being no more space on the bed, it's a big cuddle pile when they're around.
๏ธตโ€ฟ๏ธตโ€ฟเญจโ™กเญงโ€ฟ๏ธตโ€ฟ๏ธต
You can make him flustered so easily, giving him a peck on the lips, cheeks or hand will have him go red. Or what about purchasing some flowers for him to place in one of the vases in his office? He's already got a perfect vase that will complement the colours of the flowers and it will be set near on his desk so he can always admire it.
๏ธตโ€ฟ๏ธตโ€ฟเญจโ™กเญงโ€ฟ๏ธตโ€ฟ๏ธต
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misseviehyde ยท 2 months ago
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BOTTLE IT
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Mike loved his girlfriend Ashton so much, but she really did have a confidence problem. It was the sixth time she had tried to pass her driving test and failed.
"Oh dear," whimpered Ashton as she reversed over a bicycle and crushed it... the examiner shaking his head as he ticked fail yet again.
The stupid thing was, Ashton was a great driver. When relaxed she was brilliant... but as soon as she was put under any pressure her confidence crumbled and she bottled it.
Michael comforted Ashton as she cried on his shoulder. "I can't do anything right," she wept.
It wasn't just the driving test. Ashton was a real wallflower and would lose her nerve as soon as any pressure was applied. Michael wished he could find a way to boost her fragile confidence.
But how?
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"Here, give your girlfriend this blonde hair dye and I promise her confidence will swell," smirked Michael's bitchy step-sister Gina. "Everyone knows blonde girls are more confident. Convince her to go blonde and I promise she'll never go back."
Michael didn't entirely trust his step-sister, but the bottle of confidence boosting blonde hair dye did seem like a thoughtful idea. Perhaps the psychological effect alone would make Ashton more bold and confident.
Michael knew that Ashton would be against using this dye, so he swapped it out for her usual hair colour and waited. He was sure she would forgive him once she saw the results.
***
Ashton hummed to herself as she lathered her hair with her usual dark brown hair dye and waited for it to take effect. It smelt and felt different this time, and as she rubbed it in she felt a strange erotic tingle throb through her body.
Ashton's eyes widened as she watched her hair sparkle and glow. A vivid blonde streak suddenly flashed through her hair, then another and another.
She moaned, her scalp tingling and throbbing deliciously as the dye was absorbed in. This was no ordinary dye, it was magical and she gasped as her hair lengthened and grew, turning blonder and silkier as it transformed.
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Ashton groaned as her skin tanned and her flat boobed chest swelled and expanded. Her lips curled into a cruel bitchy smirk as her lashes lengthened and sharp pink nails shot from her fingers.
"Fuckkk yessssss," she hissed as a surge of power and confidence throbbed through her body. She laughed, tossing back her hair and giggling as her flabby body toned up. Stretching her toned body, Ashton grinned as she grew taller and more curvaceous. Her tits were now large and firm, her ass perfect. Her body posture changed to become confident and bossy.
"This is soooo much fucking better," she purred. "That fucking loser Ashton is dead... I am Ash now."
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Ash grinned as she straddled her new boyfriends bike and looked over at the weeping loser on the road.
She'd kicked Michael over with with one of her booted heels, knocking him out of her way when the pathetic wimp had tried to stop her getting on the bike with Marlon.
"How many times do I have to tell you loser? I'm Marlon's girl now."
Ash's pussy was already wet and she could feel her superior new boyfriends big cock was rock hard through his jeans. He loved seeing his new woman crush losers.
Ash was so horny for her badboy lover. She wished she could fuck him right here and show the world what a stud he was. In fact she was tempted - it wasn't like she lacked the confidence anymore.
Since dying her hair Ash had quit her dead-end job and started working as a dancer in a bar. That was where she had met the biker gang and instantly been accepted as their newest recruit. She even had a tattoo on her lower back, the gangs emblem. She was a biker bitch for life now.
"Ashton, please. My step sister tricked me. That dye has turned you into an evil biker bitch. You have to listen."
Ignoring Michael, Ash kissed Marlon, her tongue in his mouth. Then spinning round she giggled as he groped her tits with one hand and used his other to grab the handle bars.
Ash had passed her driving test weeks ago, easily getting a perfect performance... especially when she sucked off the examiner. She loved driving, but her real passion was for motorbikes.
Ash couldn't wait to buy her own and join the gang for real, but for now she would ride with Marlon... in every sense.
Laughing wildly, she turned her eyes to the road as Marlon gunned the bike and they set off into the future. Her pathetic cuck of a boyfriend was left weeping, wishing his innocent and kind girlfriend would return.
But Ashton was dead. Ash had taken her place and this bad bitch was here to stay.
Blondes really do have more fun.
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foolishsunshine ยท 6 months ago
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And, just like that, it's over.
The music fades out. The cheering is like white noise, buzzing in his ears, as Astarion pulls him back upright. He's smiling; really, truly smiling, the way that he does so rarely it feels like a gift.
โ€œGood?โ€ Gale gasps, suddenly realising how hard he's breathing, but unable to hold back the smile that's trying to split his face in half.
โ€œMight be the best you've ever done it,โ€ Astarion says, squeezing his fingers before letting him go. โ€œCameraโ€™s waiting.โ€
The Season by Linnetagain
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Drawing the boys doing Tessa & Scottโ€™s Moulin Rouge routine again because I have no chill and no self control. The latest chapter had me screaming/crying/throwing up and this is how I am coping.
Again, inspired by the wonderful, magnificent The Season; the bloodweave figure skating AU fic that I didnโ€™t know I needed and now canโ€™t live without. Read it and weep, friends; join me in this brainrot hell.
Also I literally do not know how to colour/render but Iโ€™m trying to learn please be kind ๐Ÿฅบ
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kitcat22 ยท 7 months ago
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Yโ€™know that shop that keeps popping up on tiktok where couples or friend groups make bracelets that match each of their eye colours?
Iโ€™m convinced Cody and Obi Wan went to one of these places and told themselves it was a completely platonic normal thing to do, but late at night they like to stare at it and picture the otherโ€™s eyes. They wear these bracelets 24/7.
Later on, Ben Kenobi will sit alone in his hut with the remnants of a bracelet that was broken in a moment of rage and will weep over the chocolate brown beads cradling them in his hands while the blue remain scattered across the floor. Remembering the past hurts so much that although he finds it hard to admit, Ben cannot picture his commanderโ€™s face properly. He cant remember the little details, how exactly his eyes crinkled and where his dimples formed, how high on his head his scar was. His eyes, though, Ben will never forget his eyes.
On the other side of the galaxy Commander Cody, who has spent far too many years as Imperial Commander 2224, will stand on what was once a battlefield on Utapau and will stare down at the bracelet he dropped there oh so long ago. He didnโ€™t expect to find it, had thought the wind would have blown it away or a local may have found it, but there it lies. He doesnโ€™t feel he has a right to wear it, he killed the man with the matching bracelet after all, but still, he takes it with him and keeps it in his breast pocket next to his heart. When times get rough he takes it out and clutches it in his hands and stares at those beautiful blue beads and thinks of another time, another life.
In the end both die with their bracelet in their pocket.
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sashiavi ยท 1 year ago
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โ€ขยทยทยทยทยท๐Ÿ‘ยทยทยทยทยทยทยทโ€ข ึชู˜ ๏ธถ อ ู˜โ๐““๐“ช๐”‚ ๐“ฃ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐”‚โ อ ู˜๏ธถู˜ ึชโ€ขยทยทยทยทยทยทยท๐Ÿ‘ยทยทยทยทยทโ€ข
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#20โ€ข๐™ฒ๐šŠ๐š– ๐™ถ๐š’๐š›๐š•โ€ข#20
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Diluc knew he was pathetic.
A shining starlit in the big city, a monopoly on the finest wines money could buy, an elusive bachelor featured in far too many articles. He had a personal Assistant, easy on the eyes, pretty as can be, the sweetest girl he'd ever come by. He owned half of the city, inherited estates, lived lavishly and yet here he was. Pegged down to a dumb, pathetic mess.
Diluc knew he had better things to put his time towards - The charity that wouldn't stop blowing up his emails for an opportunity to use his face. The pressing paperwork scattered across his hardwood desk, long forgotten for the night. The staccato pings from his phone, messages from who knows, trying to get his precious attention. And yet he couldn't bring himself to care.
Diluc was preoccupied.
His eyes were glued to his personal computer, into a monitor with far too many hertz necessary for his daily life. One hand types at his keyboard, the other, palms at his weeping, clothed cock. Diluc had an infatuation. A near obsession towards the pretty girl on his screen. His darling Assistant.
Diluc couldn't recall how and when he stumbled across your stream. He knew he felt shocked, and perhaps even appalled. His mind screamed at him to back out, click the x button, file for a termination of your contract to save his reputation and yet. He couldn't ignore the soft swell of his cock in his trousers, pressing against the hard seam of the fabric. His eyes were glued to your half naked form, clad in the softest, prettiest colour of lace and silk. A stark difference to your pin straight blouse and skirt, ridged and pristine, just as he was. His eyes danced around your set up, personalized with soft fairy lights and pretty things. His eyes zero in on you, focusing on the sweet squeeze of your pussy around a thick fake cock, pressed past the pretty lace of your panties. That night Diluc found something to look forward to - Every week day you'd be by his side with a clipboard and coffee in hand. One night a week, he watched your pretty cunt swallow up the thick, squishy length of a dildo, aided by his never ending donations and text praise.
"Hey, Red.. I missed you~" Diluc's daydream is cut short by your pretty voice ringing in his ears. Before he even knew it he had typed up a quick tip to let you know he was watching.
Dark_Red : [ You look gorgeous tonight ] $50
He wasn't wrong. You had tweaked your makeup from the last he saw you, opting for something a little more out there than your usual work look. He honestly preferred you this way, eyes dazzling in sparkles and colours, pretty blush rosing your cheeks oh so cutely. You dressed in a pretty set of lingerie, just covering enough for his imagination to run rampant. He wondered if you wore them under your blouse, pretty lacy panties under your the black pencil skirt. He wondered if maybe.. He could sneak a little peak sometime, spill a drink on your shirt, drop a pen and watch you pick it up.
"Thank you Red~ You're always so sweet to me.. Love it when you drop by, making me feel special~" You wink into the camera, coming close, pressing your breasts together with your arms. You blow a kiss to him, oh so sweet with a smile on your lips. His heart jumps, his neck warms with an embarrassingly red blush.
Dark_Red : [ It's always a pleasure to visit you, Darling. Missed you so much โ™ก ] $70
His free hand types quickly, tapping away with his corny words, unashamed. You give the webcam a pretty pout, a soft downturned smile, a sweet glint in your eye. You wriggle in your spot, carefully tracing over the intricate lace and buckles adorned on your top. Your fingers threaten to pull at the fabric, snapping the elastic into your skin with a soft sigh. Diluc bites the inside of his cheek and squeezes at his clothed length.
"You guys wanna see my tits? Yeah..? Gotta beg for them big boy~ C'mon.. Beg to see them baby." Diluc should be embarrassed at how quickly he taps at his keys. He has to rival the other viewers, keep your attention solely on him.
Dark_Red : [ Please, show me your pretty tits Baby.. Gotta see them - Need to see you Sweetheart โ™กโ™ก ] $150
His donations steadily rise, not that he would worry. Diluc had a near endless pool of money, he was sure he could swim in it if he so chose to. If he had to buy his way to you then so be it. He could spend it all on you, treat you to the fanciest foods, the prettiest dresses, serve at your hand and foot. He'd make sure you'd never have to work again for at least three life times.
"Nawh.. Red you're always spoiling me.. Am I your favourite girl?" You poke at him cheekily. Gods if only you knew.
Dark_Red : [ You're my only girl, Sweetheart.. My pretty girl. ] $100
You give an airy giggle, arousal spits from your throat and trickles into your laugh. Slowly, you pick at your pretty bra top, hooking a finger into each side of the cup, pulling the fabric down and revealing just a taste of your nipples. The chat floods as the action begins, with countless babbles of praise and degradation. Diluc blissfully ignores them, focusing his eyes on you, watching as you slowly unclasp the latch on your top. You hug your arms around your fallen, lacy top, barely keeping the cups secure to your body. Gods you were a tease and he loved it.
"Wanna see them?" You ask, squishing the soft plush of your tits together with a cock of your head. You batter your eyelashes, giving a cheeky smirk as the chat floods once again.
Dark_Red : [ Show me, Darling ] $100
Diluc types out shamelessly, eyes blown out and in awe, chest tight in anticipation for your next move. You read his message and shrug with a side grin, slowly letting the pretty fabric drop from your form. Diluc takes in a breath, no matter how many times he sees you, you always stun him. You giggle and cutely shake your chest to the camera, showing off your pretty, perky nipples, hardened from the cool air. You pinch at your nipples, whining softly before turning around, showing off your naked back and pretty, lacy panties.
You bend over, pretty ass to the webcam, hugged sweetly by the taught elastic of your underwear. Diluc audibly groans, pushing hard into the head of his cock. You wiggle your hips, making your soft ass jiggle for the camera. Your pretty pussy strains against the silky fabric, hugged tight, looking fat and puffy just for him. Gods he wants a taste, wants to sink his teeth into the fat swell of your cunny through your panties. He spots a wet patch in your underwear, pooling dark with your arousal. He'd give anything to press his nose into your cunt, lick and lap at you from behind, taste your sweet slick on his tongue.
He hears a soft humming giggle and watches your fingers play with the elastic of your waistband. Slowly, slowly you pull your panties down, revealing the sweet, slick mess of your pussy. Your arousal drools over your folds, sticking to the silk of your panties with a drippy string. Diluc absent-mindedly wets his lips with his tongue, poking it between his lips.
He doesn't know how he can look you in the eye the next day. Maybe he wanted you to know just how stupid he was for you, how pathetic he felt in your presence. How much he wanted to pin you to his cluttered desk and lap at your pretty, puffy pussy. How he wanted to dig his nose into your clit, kiss and lick and tease your sweet cunt with his lips. Gods knows he'd worship you, hump the air pathetically while he suckles at your achey clit, focusing on your pleasure over his own. He'd fuck you good, maybe even use one of your little bullet vibrators on your clit to make sure you gushed on his cock. He'd praise you, pet you, caress you, let you walk over him in your pretty, stiletto heels. You could take anything and everything from him and he'd surely thank you for it.
"Hmm~ Like what you see Baby?" You wiggle your hips again, showing off your bare cunt, slick and wet in the soft light of your room. Gods did he. The sight of you could make him cream in his pants. He works his button open, fishing out his aching hard cock, idly stroking at it while he watches you pretty pussy. You dip your fingers in, stretching out your tight walls, arousal making a mess over your hands and thighs. Diluc nearly drools, pumping at his cock while you finger yourself open, wet and slick and loud just for him to hear. He was deluded, and he didn't care.
Dark_Red : [ Love seeing you like this, Sweetheart โ™ก ] $80
He relishes in the soft ding your stream makes with his fat donations, special and unique compared to the silly little blips in the chat. He hears you giggle again. You spread your fingers, pushing your wet pussy lips apart for the webcam to see. Your creamy arousal dribbles down your cunt, your hole clenches on nothing. He'd do anything to stick his own fingers into you, have you moaning and keening into him while he finger bangs your pussy. Have you squirt all over his lap and desk, messing up all the important paperwork he'd have out.
"Think I deserve a treat?" Your voice calls. You deserved everything in his eyes. He sees you reach over, grabbing something from off of the frame. He knows what's coming, he'd tuned in to enough of your streams before. The thick, squishy head of a dildo comes into view, practically shrinking your pretty pussy with its size in comparison. You tease at the camera, tapping the tip against your gushy hole, creating the wettest slapping sounds in his ears. The pings roll in, tiny little donations flood your chat, begging for you to shove it into your cunt.
Dark_Red : [ Wanna see you ride it Sweetheart.. Watch it bulge in your belly. Can you do that for me? โ™ก ] $250
He watches you glance over and read his message. The smile you give nearly stops his heart. You face the camera front on, pretty body open for all to see. You get on your knees, resting your weight on your thighs, squishing them deliciously under you. You continue to tease the squishy tip of the dildo against your clit, tapping it gently on your core. You're giggly again, talking to the stream in a silly tone.
"Want me to ride it? Take it like a good girl? Yeah..?" You tease. Diluc's cock twitches in his hand, dribbling hot beads of pre down his knuckles. He taps at his keyboard, half delusional, drowning in anticipation.
Dark_Red : [ Take that cock Darling. Be a good girl and Ride it. Ride it for me.. Don't wanna disappoint me, do you? โ™ก ] $2500
Diluc's finger slips on his keys, punching in one too many zeros into the donation balance. Fuck he didn't care. Not when you gasp so cutely, gush his name so sweetly, promising you'll treat him extra special for being such a sweetheart.
"Oh Red~ You treat me so well.. So, so well~ I'll take this cock just for you, 'Kay?" Your excitement isn't hidden, you lay it out all for him. He ignores the squabbling in the chat, the other men fighting for your attention, if anything, it drives him further into his delusion. You were his and his alone, his sweet assistant, his pretty thing, all spread out as per his request, all for him. Diluc watches you sink down on the thick, rubber toy, watching as the fat tip presses into your tummy. He grips his cock in time, squeezing at his length with his palm all to replicate the tight clench of your pussy.
"Ahn~ Your big cock feels so good~ Filling me up so full.. Love your big cock! Yeah~ Love it so much" He watches you babble as you ride on the thick length of the dildo. Your pretty tits bounce with your movement, framing the rest of your body oh so perfectly. Fuck. What'd he'd do to have you ride in his lap. To have you hug his big, thick cock with your warm cunt, keep him nice and snug while he works through the day.
He fists at his cock while you bounce on the thick, squishy length of your dildo. Your moans nearly rival the soft, squishy gushy slick of your cunt as you fuck yourself. He palms into his achey, velvet head, rubbing his thumb over the sticky slit of his cock. Would you lap at him? Lick up his salty pre? Chastise him for making a mess? For letting it dribble down the length of his cock? Gods, he hoped you would. Hoped you'd tell him off for being a dirty man, a pervert, chastise him for looking a little too long by edging him on and on. He'd let you do it too, anything to make you happy.
Yeah, he'd fill you up with his fat cock, choke you from the inside out. He'd plow you good, fuck up into your gummy spot, make sure you came again and again on his length. Diluc wants to worship you, spoil you with treats and his thick cock. He'd let you use him, any way you pleased he'd be at your mercy. Fuck he didn't care as long as it was with you.
He watches your pretty pussy suck in the fat length of the dildo, listens to your cute moans as you grind down again and again. He feels the all too familiar twist in his groin, a pulsing ache that threatens to make him whimper. Your moans flood his ears, soft staccato notes as you bounce and hump against the fake cock in your cunt. Diluc has half the mind to type out one last message.
Dark_Red : [ Always look so pretty when you cum, Darling.. Come for me, let it out sweetheart, cum on that cock. ] $3000
His bank account could run dry and he wouldn't care. As long as the pretty girl on his screen was happy. He sees you read his message, bouncing up and now harder and faster, squealing and babbling the sweetest sentences together. He fists at his cock, pumping it with the same vigor as you, milking at the tip with a flick of his wrist.
Diluc was right. You were pretty when you cum. He watches your sweet pussy quiver and squirt all over your bed sheets, making a sticky mess you'd surely have to clean up.
"Feels good! Feels so good! Cumming for you! Just for you! All for you Red~" You cry and cry, rubbing at your clit as you ride out your gushing orgasm on the fake cock. Diluc audibly growls, squeezing hard at his cock, shooting thick, rivulets of hot cum all over his knuckles. He grits his teeth hard, never taking his eyes off of your beautiful self. He milks at his length with his fist, surely sending him into a heated spike of overstimulation. He wanted to make it last, clasp his hand around his thick head just to imagine the feeling of your warm cunt wrapped around his cock. He relishes in your wispy whimpers as you come down, jumping when you bump your clit on the thick length of the dildo when you slowly pull it out of your pussy. He does it again, licks his lips, imagines how sweet you'd be if he wrapped his lips around your achey cunny.
You blow a sweet kiss to the camera, face dopey and smiley before the screen goes blank. Diluc is forced to reveal his own mess of a reflection, eyes blown wide, lips bitten red, hand and trousers soaked in a sticky mess of his cum. Diluc will retire for the night, slipping into a hot shower and make his way into bed.
And when he meets you again in the morrow, dressed up nice and neat, not a hair out of place. He'll smile, wish you 'Good Morning' and take a sip from his coffee. He'll ask how your night went and smile and nod when you shyly give him some other story. He knows all too well what you got up to. If he thinks about it for too long, he feels his pants get a little tighter.
Diluc knew he was pathetic - But he couldn't care less.
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I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him omg I love him
Diluc is a rich in the streets and a bitch in the sheets ๐Ÿ˜”
Yippie 2 in 1 day yippieee
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shewithoutrain-yugioh ยท 9 months ago
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I have fic art!!!!
The wondrous, amazing, incredible, talented @kathairoette gifted me some beautiful art for And Lead Me From This Dark! ๐Ÿ˜ญ
There are two versions, one with blood and one without. Iโ€™ve shared both, so TRIGGER WARNING: blood after the fold.
Iโ€™m going to be waxing poetic about it at the end of this post and I donโ€™t even care.
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Itโ€™s Yami, guys. ๐Ÿ˜ญ Itโ€™s MY Yami. With chains that weigh him down around his wrists and blood from where he scratches at them. And his expression???? Heโ€™s so unsure, so stunned, doesnโ€™t even know if the hand thatโ€™s touching him is real, and heโ€™s too scared to look in case itโ€™s all a dream.
And his posture: tight, still, hardly daring to breathe in case it all disappears, hands clamped tightly between his thighs to restrain the urge to touch. Trying so hard not to do anything to displease the light, not to do anything at all.
All wrapped up in such beautiful, beautiful colouring. ๐Ÿ’—
Iโ€™m honestly weeping. ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿซถ
Someone took so much time out of their life to create something for me โ€” for US. We all know thatโ€™s no mean feat. If you enjoyed this gift even half as much as I did, please, please leave kudos or reblog to show your appreciation and love.
@kathairoette, thank you so incredibly much ๐Ÿ’•
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scoutsbabygirl ยท 6 months ago
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Just gonna drop this in <3
Scout x shy!reader.
No matter how much they try, they can't bring themself to confess. With Scout taking full advantage of this trait.
hi friend! ofc <3 enjoy this little blurb!
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it had been many months since you confided within spy. you pleaded for guidance as he stared at you blankly, drawing his cigarette from out of his mouth. a puff of smoke left his mouth before he responded dryly.
"perhaps you try your chances." he concluded before opening the door to his smoking room while gesturing for you to leave with an open palm. you knew it was best to leave now than to aggravate him.
there had been three or four conversations just like this with a similar ending all theming with "try your chances, take the risk, what is the worst that can happen?" you repeated to yourself walking out of the once ambient room into the bright tuefort hall. the worst that could happen is he says no and you both get uncomfortable in each others presence and never speak to each other again. you briefly thought about dying on the sandy new mexican dirt then seeing him running and jumping over your bleeding out corpse instead of finding a medpac for you.
today was different, you laid on top of your bed, holding a book to your chest. you wanted to open the pages and get lost in the world of words, yet, it would be hard to stay focused and absorb the text written on the bright white pages. then it hit you, a memory of him laughing, swiping dells hardhat from his bald head and seeing jeremy jump back and remark about the engineer's bald head. his smile was so large, how his freckles complimented his face, how his nose crunched up when he laughed hard. even though his laughter was boisterous and echoed throughout the southern desert. you felt warm in your soul. you wanted to tell him how you felt but couldn't muster up the courage to even open your mouth.
a tear ran down your cheek. then another. then another from the other eye. you sat up, still clutching the book facing the pillows laid neatly on your bed. the tears came down until you began to audibly sob, attempting to mask the noises but shoving the book in front of your face.
how embarrassing would it be is soldier were to hear these pathetic noises from your room? he was growing on you- even after all the yelling.
you would be humiliated if tavish heard your weeping. would you still remain his drinking buddy on monday nights into tuesday mornings? then promise everyone that was the last time until it continued just a few days later that week.
a little knock interrupted you and brought you back to reality. your eyes shot wide open. the door creaked open little by little, somewhat cursing yourself for not locking it. at the time, in your head it didn't enter your mind to lock the door behind you. you could feel someone behind you. you didn't know who. little pitter-patters against your rug that you bought before moving hit and the noises of rubber rubbing against each other hit your ears.
and with a little muffled giggle you already knew who it was. a warm hand was placed on your back, which you melted right into the much needed warmth. behind you, you felt a dip in the mattress and crayons fell out of a yellow box, spreading all over the neat blanket.
"sure, we can color." you wiped your face once again, trying your hardest to conceal your emotions.
a familiar gas mask was looking at you as they got themselves comfortable on your bed while holding out a colouring book. it was your favourite- one of candies and cupcakes. you turned around to face pyro, thanking them for the colouring session as it got your mind off things. you had taken it upon yourself to learn sign language to communicate with pyro, which excited the firebug immensely. they signed something back but you couldn't piece it together entirely.
"me? you? scout?" you asked aloud in an attempt to piece your thoughts together, not entirely understanding what they were trying to convey to you. you watched as pyro flipped through the pages of their colouring book, scribbling something down on the last sheet of paper which was blank.
"scout said to get you." was written in dark purple writing which was surprisingly eligible and neat.
"why?" you questioned. "where is he?" you continued, picking up one of the dull sage green crayons. in a quick swift motion pyro raised their hand and pointed to your wide open door making a "mhpf!" noise through the thick material covering their entire face.
"is he outside?" outside the door?" yet you didn't receive a response from the firebug. you took that as a sign. could jeremy possibly be outside the door.
pyro scribbled something with a sky blue crayon.
"do you like him?" they wrote. this made you more suspicious. you made a comment about how jeremy could be under that suit it was so obvious. earning a muffled laugh from pyro. you covered your hand over your mouth whispering if he was outside the door simultaneously attempting to sign your inquiry. pyro nodded.
"yes but i don't have the courage to-"
"see! i told you i was right!" you heard that vivacious voice from right outside your room. you jumped a bit by the sudden noise with your cheeks turning into a light pink blush scattered across your face.
the room and hallway suddenly got silent. you would be able to hear a paperclip drop across the base it was that quiet.
"why can't you stay silent for one fuckin' second, you fuckin' drongo." you recognized mick's heavy and low drawl.
"sorry. i was excited." a few moments later jeremy spoke in a low monotone voice.
you looked back at the opened door to where the voices were emitting from then back to pyro, whom was still busy drawing in their book like nothing seemingly occurred. you felt confused yet butterflies flew around in your gut as this little interaction validated your feelings towards scout and those feelings were reciprocated vice versa.
suddenly, the door burst open and there appeared scout. he quickly walked behind pyro and found himself next to them on your bed. in another context you would have found this moment exciting yet it seemed as if the entire base was waiting right outside your dark oak wooden door.
"well, (y/n), i think you're really sweet, you make me laugh, uhh-" he looked up at the ceiling, trailing off his words. "i think your personality is great." he turned to the door which your eyes trailed there in confusion. spy was in the doorway with an eyebrow raised rolling his hand over and over as he was trying to signal to the younger boy to continue on with his waterfall of compliments.
distracting you, pyro made a gesture as they were yawning which earned a snicker from you.
"i think you're beautiful, smart, witty, clever, there are so many adjectives i could use to describe you. i admire you. you're the first girl (or boy or person) that i've felt attracted to without thinking about having sex with you in a broom closet."
you heard and annoyed sign from spy and a chorus of "what the hell's" and "jesus, scout" and something incoherent from soldier.
"and if im being honest, (y/n)-" he stopped briefly, pondering his words in his head again. "i like you a lot- i might go as far as saying love but i don't want you to think i'm crazy or love bombing you or something."
you smiled at him, feeling the butterflies do backflips in your stomach as your cheeks must've looked like summer roses.
"if you're insinuating for us to go on a date then yes, i would love to."
which was met by a high five between scout and pyro and a chorus of cheering from the men flowing into the doorway.
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inkykeiji ยท 9 months ago
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โ‹†โ‚ŠหšโŠนโ™กย vox + cum
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character: vox warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, snowballing (cum eating), cum play, a hint of implied blood, fem!reader words: 735
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when vox cums, he cums in thick dollops of teal cream.ย 
when vox cums, he cums so much that it oozes out of your holeโ€”past the tight seal of his shaft, cock still buried deep inside of you, to trickle down your thighs and ass in the prettiest streaks of shimmering streams, staining your skin in strokes of him.
when vox cums, he forces you to stay fucking put while he watches, eyes glowing with a bright voracity, as it dries to a hard glaze, large hands wrapped around your thighs so tightly his claws pierce your fleshโ€”cute little pricks that weep thin ribbons of scarletโ€”legs folded to your chest and knees nudging your chin, muscles gone stiff and achy from being held in one position for so long.
when vox cums, you beg him to feed it to you; sweet stringy whines that drip in a steady stream of drool from your raw lips, precious pleads that have him wedging his large head between your thighs and impelling them to spread wider, your muscles trembling beneath the strain. his long tongue unfurls from his mouth, slow and steady, drizzling buzzing webs of glimmering saliva across the intimate flesh at the apex of your legs.ย 
he appreciates the calculated mess for a breath before he finally shoves his tongue inside your cunt, massive muscle extending to brush against your cervix with a sweet kitten lick, eliciting a squeal mangled by a giggle, hips squirming beneath his grasp. a growl vibrates against your holeโ€”a wordless warning to hold still, to be goodโ€”tongue held motionless for a moment, tip pressed snugly to the sensitive mound of tissue as he waits for you to obey (which, you do, instantly, because of course you do).ย 
he takes his time with it, meticulous as he is with all things in his life, his tongue diligent and careful as it delves into your cunt, hooked and hungry. it wiggles, rubs, scours and then curls, skillfully scooping the substance from your body, cum cupped in his tongue like itโ€™s fucking precious.ย 
then heโ€™s giving you what you want, tongue busting past your lips and into your mouth, dragging along your own and depositing his cum in thick strokes. he takes a moment to admire it on your tongueโ€”vibrant cyan, glowing gently against slick pinkโ€”before he allows you to swallow it, gaze heavy as your throat bobs with the dense gulp.ย 
when vox cums, he kisses you with such ferocious vigour that his screen bruises your nose, glass pressed hard against your face, fingers hooked behind the hinges of your jaw keeping you still, keeping you trapped, his tongue popping with tiny glints of electricity as it stuffs your throat full, spilling growls and grunts and airy little moans into your mouth.ย 
when vox cums, his spit cracks and fizzles with sparks of energy, little jolts that seep into those tangles of thin vessels beneath your tongue and zip through your veins, leaving your blood frothing and humming for more, your eager mouth siphoning more of the viscous saliva onto your tongue as it twines around his own and sucks it clean. a responding chuckle flows into your mouth, vox mumbling out an affectionate so greedy against your lips, his tongue still tied up in your own.ย 
when vox cums, he cums fucking hard, bolts juddering through his body as his hips slow to an uneven stutter and then finally still. electric aftershocks ripple his skin as his moans hitch viciously in his chest, stammering in time with the blocky distortions glitching on his face, fragment pixels clashing against one another, splintering into different colours. ย 
when vox cums, it looks so fucking pretty splattered across his navy skinโ€”art created by your conjoined pleasure, crystal aquamarine smattering smooth planes of sleek muscle gliding gently beneath his skin with each of his ragged breaths, with every tense of his stomach as another silky rope stains his flesh, a perfect contrast. and he canโ€™t help but laugh when you ask, oh-so-obediently, if you can lick it up, gazing at him with twinkling eyes, the melody soft and tender on his tongue as his thumb skims across your cheekโ€”along the curve then tracing the edge of your jaw, glowing eyes dimmed and leaden with love as they follow the trajectory of his touch, murmuring out a syrupy of course you can, sweetheart.
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wc: 1.3k | simon riley x f!reader | 18+ dddne implied coercion . cumplay . unreliable narrator . breeding kink-ish . the concept of welding things to skin (man i was horny idk) . spanking . toxic relationships . idgaf!ghost . mean!ghost . inner monologue!ghost . reader dresses in a skirt, has afab parts, and paints their nails but is otherwise featureless
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Simon Rileyโ€™s bird was gone.ย 
Fled his nest while he was out fighting for his country.
Shameless, really.ย 
ย Left him with nothing but a handwritten note, a few bits and bobs forgotten around his house, and a pair of forgotten used knickers beneath his bed.ย 
The gusset was crusted, dried with past slick, long forgotten during one of the many nights that Simon would fuck you hard enough to leave the drywall behind your headboard indented. Simon hadnโ€™t cared about fixing it then. Still didnโ€™t care about it now as he stood before the full length mirror in front of your bed in his travel gear, covered in grime and foreign gunk, his boots impeccably laced, his hoodie too small to contain his frame, thighs near bursting from his worn jeans, duffle bag clutched in his free hand.ย 
They smelled like you too.ย 
A slip of red fabric, too rich in colour to remind him of blood, yet still reminded him of the hue youโ€™d been painting your toes when he left weeks prior. Satiny fabric, intricately printed lace across the front with one ofย those teeny, tiny bows at the waistband that did not untie anything despite how much you had reprimanded him to stop trying to unknot it, Simon.ย 
At some point the bag dropped from his hand. His gloves discarded, left in small piles at his feet. His mask rucked up above his nose, knickers pressed flat against his face inhaling as he angrily fisted his weeping cock in front of the mirror. His forehead knocked against the pristine glass, smudging the pane in a way that would usually result in you yelling at him for leaving prints against what youโ€™d just washed.ย 
Youโ€™d tear him to shreds over it, yowl in his ear on and on about mucking it up, and heโ€™d love every moment of it. The way your teeth would set back in a snarl, upper lip curled. Your right eyebrow always went higher than your left when you were annoyed. Your nose always crinkled in distaste like a mutt primed to bite. The way your voice went shrill after he'd said he would help around the house whilst you were off to work, and yet, every time, the chores went on untouched and he remained on the couch as you stepped through the door.ย 
He would do anything for it. To see that snarl, to watch the anger light up your eyes, your jagged, jerky movementsโ€”lacking in any sort of grace, reminding him of a fawn just learning to standโ€”as you paced, hands pumping at your sides as you yelled and cried and spat and whined and pestered until he got fed up with it.ย 
Then, and only when you were about to fragment, break into a million pieces, desperate enough to hurl something at his head, to do harm, did he acknowledge your existence. Half-lidded brown eyes would examine your figure. Leering over you. Objectfying. Undressing you with his beady gaze. Somehow, all at the same time, he managed to make you feel as if he were slightly disgusted by your presence.
Heโ€™d huff, like he were the one incensed and you were the inconvenience. Then, heโ€™d bend you over the table. Yank up your skirt, ignore the way your crimson nails swiped at his forearmsโ€”โ€beasty,โ€ heโ€™d coo with that infuriating chuckle of hisโ€”and when your nails connect with his skin.
Oh, how heโ€™d be waiting for that, returning fire with a scorching handprint across your asscheek. Imprinting himself into you. Holding you down by the scruff of your neck, your face pressed against the wooden grain of your table as he rutted his cock between your thighs, never quite allowing you the satisfying fullness youโ€™d keen for.
ย Punishment.ย 
Cumming on your clothesโ€”your pretty floral skirt, your expensive jumperโ€”spreading it across your knickers, ruining the fabric, labelling everything that is yours as his, and only after, heโ€™d fuck you in bed, leave you a blubbering mess afterwards. Too drunk on his cock, too full of his seed, orifices leaking his slimy, accursed essence.ย 
Anything to get you to shut the fuck up, really.ย 
His cock wept as his textured hand tugged on it. Using the precum as lubricant, his thumb notched back his foreskin, thumbpad rubbing against his ruddy cockhead, flicking at it with his blunt nail. Simon inhaled your knickers again, ran a hot stripe across the fabric as if he could rehydrate the fabric enough to suck your taste from it.ย 
It wasnโ€™t enough. Nothing was ever enough. Knickers in his hand, Simon slammed his open palm against the wall, rattling the mirror, knocking down a picture frame youโ€™d hung ages ago. The glass shattered along the flooring, yet, Simon only dropped that hand to his groin. More delicate than heโ€™d ever handled your body, he wrapped the fabric around his shaft. Carefully made sure the gussetโ€”the closest thing to you he had left, bleached, stained, worn far too many times to be considered part of your โ€˜sexy clothesโ€™โ€”was lined up with his slit.ย 
Simonโ€™s hand squeezed tightly as he rutted into the fabric, aiming to fuck his hand with enough vigor that heโ€™d forget it all. The small fact that you were gone. Brown eyes set in weary, pale skin and sodden with eyeblack remained open, vigilant in his watch, as the fabric darkened from scarlet to maroon. As he staked his claim into the final things of yours he had left. His breaths fogged the glass, his cock smudged against it, leaving prints each time he thrust too far into his hand. So close, yet not close enough.ย 
You had been wearing red the first night he met you. A scarf around your neck that had him thinking about how pretty youโ€™d look with a collarโ€”his name carved across itโ€”of the same colour forever welded against your skin. Youโ€™d looked pretty wrapped around another manโ€™s arm, huddled from the wind, Simon was enamoured then. Now, he was obsessed.ย 
His final few thrusts were sloppy. The burning that had started at the base of his spine spread like wildfire as quiet grunts escaped his gritted teeth. Simon shut his eyes against the onslaught, pretending it was your cunt he was spurting long, heated strings of semen intoโ€”as if it was your sticky womb he was once more filling, overfillingโ€”instead of the cold, stiff mirror.ย 
It was your complaints about the bedsheets being gross because heโ€™d refused to wear a condomโ€”โ€cunt squeezes me so good we donโ€™t need one, beastyโ€ heโ€™d reason only when he knew you were too focused on the rumble of his voice box against your hardened nipples as he peppered kisses along your skinโ€”instead of the roaring silence of an empty house, tinnitus ringing without the blanket of gunfire or of a Scotsman yapping for too long in his ear.ย 
Simon didnโ€™t bother wiping down the mirror, tossed the knickers back under the bed, stepped over the broken glass, as he headed for the dining room. He paused long enough at the table to scoop up your note, reading the delicate, dainty curves of your handwriting whilst his feet moved instinctively to the couch.ย 
Off on a work trip.ย  Call when you get home.ย  ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย xx,ย  ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย your beasty
He was watching football when you got home. Ignored you as you stepped through the front door, greeting him with a kiss to the crown of his head when you passed by to make your way into the bedroom. He counted to five before you came storming back out.
โ€œWhat the fuck did you do to the mirror, Simon?! What the fuckinโ€™ hell?!โ€
At least, this time, he swept the broken glass out of the main entryway and towardย your side of the bed. To be found and stepped on later when the two of you went to bed.
Wouldnโ€™t want you to spill that pretty red blood before he could lap it up.ย 
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