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[brandedsurplus]

Score Steals: The Ultimate Guide to Surplus Buying

[snakegirllegs]

It's not so much that the moon is hot or cold, but that the sun is really fucking hot. If you're on the bright side of the moon you'll be in direct line of sight with the suns radiation so your spacesuit will need to work very hard to cool you down. It's even worse if you are in a crater because you have to consider that the surface of the crater will reflect energy back at you.

If you are on the dark side you'll be obstructed from view of the sun and experience the coldness of space.

btw here's a pic of the part of the spacesuit that cools down the astronaut.

Okay be honest, because I feel really dumb right now:

(Like, am I the only one who thought it was like -80F/-60C daytime range???)

[yanderestarangel]

⊹₊⟡⋆ 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻... 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓪 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻

♡⁠┊TW — dp, anal sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, monster fuck, praise, breeedkink, afab reader, dark smut, dead dove, Ghost has two dicks here (because I chose to write it like that)

"Don't look anywhere else, look at me... I'm still your husband." The words were followed by the wet sound of the two cocks of your now radioactively-rayed husband, who looked like a monstrous anomaly — with two extra heads, two extra arms, and... two extra cocks.

You hadn't expected that in thousands of years, but when Simon came out the door completely safe and sound, looking like that was shocking and at least scary to your eyes.

Even so, you were on your hands and knees, feeling one of his cocks enter your ass while the other filled your wet pussy, making you whimper loudly as you felt his very hot and heavy balls hit your clit with the slow thrusts that the military man was giving you.

You could feel every pulsing vein of his shafts in your wet holes, the slickness between your thighs and his groin increasing. His now gray eyes were locked completely on your figure, two of his four arms gripping your waist while the other two held your wrists behind your back, ready to dominate and maneuver you as he pleased.

Hearing your moans of acceptance, his two cocks throbbed like never before, impaling you to the point where you even forgot that your partner was now a shadow of what he once was.

All that mattered in that moment was that you could take every inch of what he was giving you, as if your life depended on it—as if every fluid that came out of his cocks was a poison that made you crave more and more of him.

The slow, flesh-to-flesh pounding that had once been tender was now replaced by Simon's almost animalistic movements above you. A little drool dripped from your mouth as you could only wriggle your toes every time one of his cocks reached the tip of your womb while the other kissed limits you didn’t even know existed.

Grunts escaped his lips, muffled by the mask that was now completely part of his skin, fused to his flesh like a second garment. His fingers dug into your flesh hard enough to leave marks as a hoarse growl came from his throat, echoing like a triad through his three heads.

"Come on, sweetheart... I know you want to cum, don't deny it... cum for me." His words were tinged with the same honey that once soothed your soul. It was still him, even with that new body—and you felt yourself becoming addicted to it, like a drug, leaving you with pleasure so intense it made your system shut down.

You felt him give one final thrust, and at the same time, your pussy was filled with the warm, viscous liquid of his semen. Your other hole was filled as well, causing tears to spill from your eyes as you whimpered from how full you were. But your partner didn’t stop—Simon continued with small thrusts until he felt your inner walls drain him. One of his many hands moved to your pussy lips, slowly opening them to expose your tight slit as it swallowed his cock.

"I won’t let you leave here until I see you beautiful, full, and carrying my children in your belly... Do you understand, my angel?" His words left no room for argument, and no matter how tired you were, saying "no" wasn't an option. After all, you wanted him too, regardless of his appearance. He was still yours.

[specshroom]

•The Queen of Curses•

Part 1 / Part 2

(CW: It's smut bro. Sukuna has two dicks, pp in vagina, pp in ass, They fuck in the curse blood bath, cunnilingus, fingering, cervix fucking? Idk. )

The Queen of Curses tries her best to be as nonchalant as possible as she's being escorted to the curse blood bath meant to reguvinate her body to it's full strength. Anybody would struggle to stay nonchalant if they could feel the gaze of the King of Curses trained on their body. She's surprised he can't smell the need flowing off her from where he walks, a few feet behind her. Uraume definitely can with the way the woman's perked nipple presses into the sorcerer's arm and the way her flushed skin radiates heat. 

As they reach their destination a few steps above the giant pool, the woman turns to her husband and bows dramatically.

"Please you first, My king" she says with a grin.

Sukuna scoffs at his wife's antics, crossing two arms over his chest as the other two go to undo the string keeping his baggy white pants up. The article drops to the floor and his wife isn't bashful about taking in all her husband has to offer as he walks past her into the huge pool of dark liquid. 

She looks to her subordinate who is already kneeling on the ground folding up Sukuna's forgotten pants. Taking the opportunity she steps towards them and says. 

"Uraume, would you mind helping me undress?"

Uraume stands up without a word. When they stand to full height their head only comes up to their masters cleavage, something that was always very amusing to the woman. 

Uraume's delicate fingers go to the knot tying their masters kimono around her body. They gently loosen the knot until it unwraps and the loosened clothing exposes her whole front to them. Uraume isn't surprised at all by the fact that their master isn't wearing anything under her kimono. 

"AY, hurry it up!"

Sukuna yells from where he sits in the waist high blood. The woman clicks her tongue and rolls her eyes. 

"So impatient."

she scoffs to Uraume before shrugging the kimono off her shoulders till it falls to the ground. She walks down the steps towards the pool as Uraume kneels again to fold the long silky piece of fabric. They know that neither of their masters will need their garments any time soon. 

Sukuna stands up as his wife steps into the pool, dark droplets falling from his sculpted frame. Where Uraume only makes it up to their masters breasts, she barely makes it to Sukuna's shoulders.

She looks up at him through her lashes as she gets closer, so close her tits graze against his crossed arms. 

She slowly reaches out to caress the skin of her lover, following the inked lines up his waist. She keeps following the dark lines until she gets to the pair of crossed arms, encourage them to uncross and bringing them to her waist. Sukuna starts rubbing his fingers into her lower back just the way she likes. She traces the black patterns higher up his chest, along his neck until she cups both sides of his face. 

She delicately runs her fingers against the deformed side of his face, caressing the massive beast as if he's made of porcelain. He grasps the wrist of the hand that so gently touches him, holding it still as he leans into her palm. The two hands on her waist pull her body closer, he closes his eyes and breaths her in. 

"why so soft all of a sudden?" 

he mumbles against her tattooed wrist, it didn't sound as teasing as he wanted it to. 

She smiles at him. 

"Because I'm your wife."

 She says lowly, half lidded eyes staring into his soul... If he has one. The curse king stares back with just as much reverence, they move closer until their noses are touching, breaths mixing. 

She suddenly pushes him away hard enough to make him lose balance and fall ass first into the thigh deep blood they're standing in. When his head resurfaces he sees his wife doubled over laughing, clutching her stomach.

The man growls in anger. Why must the woman he loves be so irritating? 

"Hahahaha! Uraume did you see tha- ah!"

Sukuna grabs his wife while she's gloating, pulling her closer to him by her thighs. One hand on the upper thigh, one on her ass, one on the other knee, pulling it over his shoulder and the last one around her ankle holding her in place. Finally his face is exactly where he's wanted it to be for a thousand years now, just a few inches away from her warm cunt.

He looks up at her with four angry eyes.

"You play around too much, woman."

She looks down at him from between her breasts which move up and down with her short breaths. Having him so close to where she needs him the most is making something in her stomach heat up.

"You think I can't tell how much you want me right now? You think I don't know you crave me just as much as I crave you?" 

She grabs at his hair and shuffles in his hold. She can feel his breaths on her cunt, her need is overwhelming. She tries pushing his head to finally make contact with her needy pussy but he doesn't budge, grinning up at her while he nuzzles the side of his face into the flesh of her thigh. 

"Mhm. I can be a tease too, baby."

She lets out an irritated huff. 

"Ryo, if you don't eat me out right now I swear-"

She pauses, not knowing what to say while her husband looks at her with a shit eating grin, cocking his eyebrows up for her to continue. 

"I won't suck either of your dicks."

She says with finality as if she didn't just come up with that on the spot. She crosses her arms over her tits, all proud of herself.

Sukuna chuckles, she can feel the breathy laugh on her cunt. She involuntarily clenches around nothing and her posture hunches a little.

"Well damn baby, that's all you had to say."

 He says before finally. Finally. diving his head in between her plush thighs. Licking one big stripe up her cunt to her clit before settling on a rhythm of eager lapping and sucking. The pleasure is instant as she hunches over and curls her fingers in his short fluffy hair.

The groan she lets out is so gutteral it makes him moan into her pussy. Safe to say, even after so many years he hasn't lost his touch. He keeps going at it as she grinds back into his mouth. The hard malformed part of his face scrapes against her thigh but she's always liked it. It reminded her exactly who was making her feel so good. 

"Ahh, Ryo" She groans into the night air as her husband holds up her whole body without any struggle, getting perfect full access so he can get his tongue as deep inside her as possible. She places a foot on his shoulder granting him even easier access, hands still tugging his hair.

He squeezes her ass and gropes at her thigh pulling her impossibly closer like he can never get enough of her. By the higher pitched noises she's making and the way her thighs tense up around his head, he can tell she's already on the edge of orgasm, about to reach her peak. 

He suddenly unlatches her legs from his shoulders and reaches up, grabbing her by the neck to pull her down into a harsh kiss. Her entire body gets pulled down so that she's straddling him now, blood coming up to just under her breasts. She struggles in the kiss, kicking at him and reeling from her ruined orgasm while Sukuna grins into the kiss.

She bites at his lips and he just kisses back with equal intensity. When her animalistic growls give way to a pitiful whine, he releases her from the kiss. Her nails dig into the wrist of the hand still around her throat. Drawing blood that drips down and mixes with the blood of hunreds of other curses. 

"You fucking bastard." 

She snarls at her supposed lover. He chuckles menacingly at her, very much enjoying the rageful passion she spits at him. That part of her is what made him fall in love with her in the first place after all. 

"Aww, poor baby."

Sukuna coos in the most patronising manner possible. The look of absolute rage on his wife's face makes him surprised the blood around them isn't at boiling point. She thrashes around in his grip, grunting, pushing, splashing, fighting against her horrible husband's hold. Sukuna just holds onto her tighter, never holding up, like she's his life force and if he lets go he'll die. 

She yells out in frustration and anger which is when Sukuna thinks it's the perfect time for the fat toungue of the mouth on his stomach to lick a hard long strip up her whole pussy. She instantly stills as her breath hitches. 

Sukuna brings his hand to her jaw making her look him in the eyes again as he thrusts the large tongue into her. The stretch makes her hiss and tense up. The initial sting quickly grows into euphoria, the feeling of the huge tongue moving against her walls is a pleasure that is indescribable. 

As her moans get louder and her eyes roll back, she almost loses herself again in the feeling but quickly shakes her head and looks at her husband with an intense glare. 

"You better make me cum this time, Ryo" 

She says in a raspy voice, the man in question grins as if he's innocent and replies back. 

"Of course, anything for My Queen."

She groans, not appreciating his teasing at all. 

"I'm serious, I'll kill you. I'll kill you if you do that again-"

Her ernest death threats are rudely interrupted by Sukuna shoving two of his fingers in her mouth. The other hand holds her jaw up for better access. Her dark eyes still trained on his, fingers wrapped around his wrist. 

"I said I will." 

He says, the teasing tone replaced with something deep and honest like a promise to her. 

The Queen takes a moment to admire her devoted partner before she allows herself to lose her mind on his tongue. 

Sukuna slowly thrusts his two fingers into his wife's mouth, loving the way her tongue flattens out to lick his fingers as he thrusts. He brings his other hand that's not holding her down on his tongue to press gently into her unoccupied hole.

She groans at the new sensation of having her ass played with as Sukuna slowly moves to thrust a finger inside. He lowers the hand on her jaw to fondle and squeeze at her tits. 

The woman is in absolute euphoria, her eyes flutter shut as her tongue lols out, spit messing down Sukuna's wrist and her chin. So many different places being stimulated. So many areas of pleasure. It's so overwhelming, it's no wonder she's already almost there again. 

She opens her eyes to stare at her husband, they always liked looking into eachothers eyes when they cum. She only gets louder and needier as Sukuna uses multiple hands to dutifully work her up to her climax. Sukuna brings two hands to her hips and thrusts her down hard on his tongue right as he thrusts it up so deep into her. She uncontrollably clenches hard as she comes undone on his massive tongue, loving every second he gives her. 

Sukuna takes his fingers out of her mouth to kiss her sloppily as she rides out the high. It takes a while for her to come down but once she does she's wrapping her arms around her husbands neck, pushing her body as close to him as it can be while kissing his neck.

"I missed you."

she whispers in between the soft kisses. Sukuna feels his heart and dicks pulse.

"I noticed." 

He grins cockily, the expected response from a bastard like him. 

"Yeah? Well I missed them too."

She murmured against his lips, shuffling her leg so that it grazes the two hard shafts below her. The King grins at her and waists no time hauling her up, pressing her close to his chest. He walks towards the edge of the giant pool and rests her down on the edge.

She leans back on her hands, legs spread wide for him to stand in between them. She admires her husband's imposing frame as he admires how she openly flaunts her body to him. 

Sukuna then holds both her legs right under the knee and brings them to either side of her chest so that his pretty wife is bent in half for him. Said wife lightly moans at the position he's chosen, shes basically presenting her pussy to him. She lets out another louder moan when she feels his two heavy cocks graze against her wet puffy pussy. Sukuna brings his face close to hers so he can see her face clearly as he rubs his cocks up and down her cunt. 

"You ready?" 

He asks, knowing full well that she most definitely is with how slick her hole is. She nods looking into his eyes. 

"Put it in then"

He says lowly, it was meant to be an order but there's just a hint of a plead in there. She reaches down between them to line up his two cocks to their respective holes. She holds them there so that Sukuna can slowly tease them into each entrance. Once the mushroom heads pop in, they both weakly moan. She moves her hand to grab his waist to ease him forward, gradually burying his cocks deeper into her. Once he's halfway in she presses on his waist to make him still, letting herself adjust. 

"Cmon, ease up baby." He mumbles, caressing her hips, waist and thighs soothing her body so that she's not so tense. He gives her neck kisses and eventually she eases up enough, pulling him forward again by the waist. Both of his fat cocks bottom out and the two lovers are in absolute euphoria. Chest to chest, arms clutching around eachother. They sit there for a minute, foreheads touching so they can stare into eachothers eyes. Neither of them meant for this to be so sincere but they truly just missed eachother so damn much and it's overwhelming. 

Sukuna adjusts, getting in a better position where his knees are bent and his whole body is hunched over his wife's in a mating press like position. This gives him much better leverage to slowly pull out, indulging in his wife's cute whines before he slides a pair of hands around her lower back and slams right back into her. 

The hands under her back lift her hips up slightly and it's such a perfect angle, allowing him to go as deep as possible. Feeling every inch of him in both her holes is making her go crazy. They both are so loud when they fuck, the sounds of their moans and the fast plap plap plap of their skin echos through the otherwise silent atmosphere.

"Ah! Squeezing me so tight, you're already gonna cum? Fuck!"

Sukuna tries to sound cocky but miserably fails. She can't even respond, she's been lost in the pleasure since he started thrusting. His grip on her thighs and waist tighten as she tightens around both of his cocks, so close to release. He has no idea how he hasn't cum yet but he's getting so desperate humping into her almost like a dog. The clenching and shaking is too much for him, he's gonna- 

"Fill me up, Ryo."

She whispers to him, tired eyes still looking up at him. With that, he cums hard and fast, shooting strong ropes of cum into her pussy and ass. Her eyes squeeze shut as the feeling of being filled up so well in both holes roughly pushes her over the edge. It's a feeling she'll never get used to.

 It takes a while for her to come down from the high, her fingers ease the grip she had on his newly bruised skin. Sukuna is lazily sucking on her neck, licking at the sweaty skin. Hes laying all his weight ontop of her, good thing she isn't a mortal woman or she'd be crushed under his monster weight. She feels him soften inside her and grins, a devious plan cooking up in her evil brain. 

"Hmm, Ryo?"

"Hmmm"

His head doesn't leave the crook of her neck as she rubs his back. 

"Do you think I can still fit both of them in my pussy?"

He halts. She's built up enough energy to roll the tired man onto his back and sit up in a single quick motion, dicks still inside her. Feet planted on the floor on either side of his waist she places both hands on his chest for balance and lifts herself off his cocks, making them both groan at the loss. He only watches, enamored by the sheer amount of cum that drips from her holes onto his abs. 

She adjusts to balance on the front part of her feet, spreading her legs wide as she manoeuvres her pussy over his two spent cocks. She takes both of them in hand, looking at his face to watch his reactions to her touch on his sensitive members. His eyebrows scrunch but he doesn't waver, lifting himself slightly on two elbows. She holds her pussy open with two fingers and brings herself down slowly, slightly taking in both heads. They both watch where the two heads disappear inside her dripping cunt. She stills and just when Sukuna opens his mouth to complain she quickly drops herself down, taking both cocks inside her in a rapid motion. Both of them let out something between a moan and a scream at the sudden stimulation of both Sukuna's thick cocks being forced so deeply inside such a tight space.

"Fucking crazy woman." 

He struggles out. The stretch feels so devine as she clenches and moans. Her head tilted up to the stars in the sky with a dreamy look on her face. She brings her hand to caress her tummy and grins when she feels it, the bump in her stomach right where his two cocks inside her are. She looks down at it which makes Sukuna look too and the man curses, tipping his head back, absolutely enamoured with his perfect wife. 

She pulls his hand from her hip to her stomach to hold it over the bulge there. They both moan at the feeling as she starts grinding back and forth in slow circles. 

"You got another one for me, Honey?"

She asks snarkily, as if she doesn't know how many rounds her husband is capable of, he just huffs and smirks. She raises herself up on her feet, until both dicks are juuust about to pop out and rams back down letting out a gutteral sound as they reach the deepest parts of her pussy. She continues with these hard long thrusts, moving her whole body up and down his lengths. Sukuna just let's his wife do her magic, occasionally clutching into her thighs and hips. Sukuna knows he'll never be allowed into heaven but the feeling of his two cocks rubbing up against one another inside his wife's pretty cunt is the closest thing to heaven he'll ever need. 

As she gets closer and moves faster the overstimulation starts getting to her and her full body thrusts get sloppier. Her body can't keep up with her need and she frantically tells her husband. 

"Ah, fuck me, Ryo please!"

Sukuna waists no time following his wife's orders and reaches under her legs to grab her waist with two hands. Her legs are pressed against her chest and he sits up before lifting her body up and pounding her even deeper than before. She clutches his biceps for some stability as she gets her cervix fucked by her insanely big husband.

 The position, the depth, the speed, the strength it's all too much for Sukuna as she clenches impossibly tighter. Before he can even register it, his balls clench and his dicks twitch until he's cumming hard for her. He hisses and lets out a long groan, pulling her close to him as he bottoms out so he can shoot his cum as deep inside her as possible. She can barely handle the amount of cum that gets pumped into her. Nothing in the world can compare to the feeling of being filled to the brim by her lover, its no time before she's cumming with him. Her pussy milking his two cocks for all they have. 

 They stay dead still like that for a solid minute until Sukuna falls onto his back bringing his wife with him, still clutching her tightly to his chest. They both breathe ragged breaths, bathing in the sweaty after glow.

"Wow." She chuckles in exhaustion lifting her head from where it rested on his chest to rest her hand on her chin and smile dazedly at him. He lazily grins back from the hard ground while his hands stroke up and down her thighs and back, one arm resting under his head. 

She slowly pushed herself up more with her hands on his chest before she gradually pulled his softened dicks out of her now fill cunt. She's surprised her belly didn't expand with all the cum inside her at this point. 

She stands up, feet on either side of her husband's waist. The copious amount of cum that leaks out of her is so lewd it would make a pornstar blush. He curls a hand around her ankle, his eyes not leaving the leaking pussy infront of him. She places her hands on her hips and puffs out her chest, standing there like some lewd naked superhero. She clears her throat to get his attention and his eyes flick up to her very smug face.

"I win." 

She says simply. His dazed grin falls comically fast.

"What?"

"I made you come first, both times we fucked."

She holds out her hand, presenting two fingers. Sukuna is dumbfounded to say the least. 

"What the fuck are you talking about? I made you cum first on my tongue."

He retorts, holding up one finger.

"Nuh uh, that doesn't count."

He's getting angry now and she knows it. He lifts himself up on his elbows.

"What the fuck do you mean it doesn't count?"

She stretches her arms above her head stepping over him to walk away.

"Doesn't count. Better luck next time, My Love" 

He grabs at her ankle.

"Hey! You promised me you'd suck my dick if I made you cum, remember?" 

She pretends to think for a second. 

"Huh, I did say that." 

she pauses before shrugging,

"Well, I'm hungry now. Uraumeee!" 

She dashes out of his grip but he anticipates it and stands up to grab her around the waist. 

"You will make good on your promise." He growls into her hair slightly grinding his bare cocks into her ass. 

She's unfazed as she turns in his hold and says sternly. 

"I know you know what it's like to not eat a single thing for ONE THOUSAND YEARS!"

Sukuna groans in exasperation, tipping his head up to the sky. 

"You got to eat plenty of innocents already! I've not had a single mortal and might I remind you who's fault all this was in the first-"

"You called master?“

Uraume suddenly appears bowing behind the woman, interrupting her tangent which Sukuna is relieved about. The woman turns with a gleeful look in her eyes.

"Uraume~ Darling, I'm starving."

"I've already prepared you both a few meals and clean clothing."

The Queen practically vibrates with happiness. She reaches out to bring the sorcerer into a sweaty hug.

"Oh Uraume, what would I do without you?"

Just like that the Queen of Curses is back to cooing over her favourite sorcerer, clinging onto them as they lead her to the meal they prepared.

Sukuna just stands there for a minute, contemplating his entire marriage to this point as he watches the two scale up the stares. He peers a bit lower to the absolutely drenched state of her thighs as his multiple loads leak from her filled pussy, walking just a little wobbly. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. As much as he wants to complain and act like he hates it, he knows he's absolutely pussy whipped.

[defmaybe]

Cherry

NMIXX’s Oh Haewon x Male Reader

2.5k words

A/N: Dawg. Another BFH fic, I promise I’ll reduce the output rate lol. Also, thanks to @djnayeon for inspiring this with a fucking Shrek gif lol. Thanks for reading!!!

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Haewon tosses a torn piece of paper with a scribble on it.

My dorm, 602

—

You stand in front of a dormitory, exuding malice with its structure–black, trapezoid, dystopian. A buzzer then signals you to enter. The glassy doors slide open, giving the sight of its stark interior. 

You trail through the rotating stairs, seeing your destination up high. Each step grows heavier, as her room comes closer and closer. Fatigue sets in. Fuck.

But just as you’re about to give up, the number appears on the door right in front of you—602.

Thank fuck.

You knock on the door, as the customs—three times, knock, knock, knock. You wait. You wait. You wait. It’s an eternity of ten seconds. Before the door swings open, giving you the sight of an olive-haired woman, dressed in a tight, cream top, with the pants that leaves little to your imagination.

“Get in,” Haewon orders, annoyance spreads on her expression. “Don’t fucking ogle me right now, keep it to when I fuck your brains out.”

You settle yourself inside her room immediately. It’s tidy, perfect for a lone living space–bed over here, bathroom over there, table by the bed. It’s everything you’d expect from this type of room. Then, you catch the Imaginal Disk vinyl sitting above a player, with other ones: Alvvays, Emotion, Keepsake.

“Come,” Haewon orders, snapping you out of the trance. “Eat my cunt.”

—

“Fucking pervert,” she huffs, as the wet squelches of your tongue lapping up her tangy nectar carry through the room. Her tempting lush folds only heighten your lust further. And despite the nonchalant verbal expressions, her quivering nails gripping on your scalp seem to have their objections. Oh, the woman that you are, Haewon.

Long gone, her lower garments, leaving her in a cream top. Every blow of wind would give the view of her erect nubs from time to time, What a sight. Not to add, her luscious, creamy thighs only sate your unquenchable thirst.

Right now, your world is only her—her glistening cunt, to be exact. You need to take all of her for yourself—every square millimeter of her velvety flesh, every strand of her silk, every drop of her salty liquid gushing out in arousal. You alternate between her juicy folds and the swollen nub, sweeping her sensitive area for all you can. “Ah! Fuck!” And you earn a wailing from her.

You’re sure that the crescent marks are going to be visible until at least the next week, eliciting some laughs and giggles from your prudish peers. But they will never know what an ecstasy it is to be eating Haewon’s pussy like this, with the mixture of your fluids running down your chin.

“F-Fuck, yeah, just like that, boy toy,” Haewon moans. “Keep eating my pussy like this and I’ll fuck your ass until you can’t walk.”

The promise of her plastic phallus pushes you up among the clouds. God, her artificial cock plowing your ass, making you her bitch. Every thrust ramming your prostate to your own brim, as you moan like a fucking cockslut you are–hungry for her domination.

You part her wet folds at an even quicker speed. “F-Fuck, boy toy, you’ve improved, haven’t you?”

“Life is a learning, mommy,” you answer through the act. Haewon lets go of your sore head, instead using her palms, softly pressing your head onto her instead.

“Witty, I like that.” And you just whimper out in response.

Her stream of lubricant won’t seem to stop, and it’s like you’d complain about her taste–tangy, intense, robust. While the scent, far from the flowers of the springs, only shackles you by the throat to keep eating her cunt like there’s no tomorrow. It’s intoxicating, she’s intoxicating, fuck.

Queued, her legs shake, signaling the pending orgasm on your face. “M-Mommy’s gonna cum soon, boy toy. Keep eating my cunt just like that,” Haewon commands.

With her words, your touches become more intense, eager to please your mommy to her climax. You wait for her torrent on your pretty face.

And just like that, her legs shake, a fountain of her squirt paints your features. You let your tongue out to taste her liquid–clear, yet intense like her aggression.

“Fuck, yes, drink it up, you dirty cuntslut,” she grunts, body still convulsing from the pleasure. God, quite a thesaurus she has.

Her squirt flows for a few more heartbeats into your welcoming mouth until she comes down from her climax. Her juice comes out just as slow as her subsiding breathing.

“F-Fuck, that was good, boy toy,” Haewon huffs, smiling, before her voice would become low again. “Now get on the bed, get that asshole ready.”

On a whim, you jump back first onto her bed, with her plushies jumping a bit upon your landing. You quickly push your pants off, and your cock springs out. Not to mention your eager puckered hole, so ready for her rough pounding.

Haewon picks up a harness with a dildo on it–daunting in its length, outrageous in its girth. You aren’t walking normally to your dorm today.

“I-It’s so big, m-mommy,” you whimper.

Standing, latching her strap, she bends forward to speak, “A slut like you deserves to be stretched out, don’t you?”

“Y-Yes, mommy.”

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.” She finishes the last lock of her strap-on, before discarding her creamy top, displaying her tits in glory.

“Give me the lube, it’s above your head,” she orders, and you toss her the red bottle from the cabinet above you.

“Ready?” Haewon asks, stroking her plastic cock with a strawberry-scented lubricant.

“Yes, mommy.”

Boldly, she pounces on your thighs for a grip–so tightly. Her glistening length is merely an inch away from you. She grins–so malevolent.

Boldly, her length pierces your tightness, inch by inch. Fuck, it’s stretching you out. You’re fighting the urge to moan, like you haven’t been under her assertion all this time.

“Hmm~, so ready for mommy.”

Boldly, she buries her plastic cock up to the hilt, hitting the little spot called the prostate. It sends shocks through you, and she seems to be satisfied with your contorted expression.

Boldly, you moan, so loud, too loud. And she giggles at the sight.

“Can’t handle my cock, baby?” she says, as she slowly slides the length out.

“Ngh,” you cry out. The filling inside you agonizingly disappears. But as you thought she’d pull out all the way, she rams herself back into you. “Ahhh. Fuck.”

Haewon chuckles at you, pulling out again. And it begins, the rhythm of her dominance.

You become pliant for her–to touch, to play with, to fuck. She gains her tempo in messaging your inner walls. “Keep moaning like that, boy toy, It’s a song to me.”

Your mind is lost in the stars, only moans and whimpers to follow her orders. “Ngh, ahhh, mmmh.” Her pounding is so rough, yet it only fuels your fire further.

“Y-Your cock is so good, mommy.”

“I know, boy toy, I know you’d love my cock like a slut you are,” Haewon responds with a chuckle. Her hips strike your ass faster, hitting your prostate at the bullseye with each jerk. “Say it, who’s my little slut.”

You take a deep breath, before responding, “I-I’m your slut, mommy.”

“Louder.”

You take another deep breath, before shouting this time, “I’M YOUR SLUT, MOMMY.”

“Good boy, good fucking boy,” Haewon says, before dragging out her pace as she pants.

“Wha-What are you doing, mommy?” you ask, voice shaking with worry.

“I-I need your cum inside me, c’mere,” Haewon huffs, as she pulls in your thighs until they press against hers. The plastic cock points up along with yours.

“Can’t have your cock go soft before I, ugh,” she grunts, forcefully attempting to unbuckle the strap from herself. “Why the fuck is it so hard?”

“Nghhhh, mommyyy, please just fuck me already,” you groan out, being pulled away from the precipice second by second.

A forceful slap lands on your ass, “Ah! Fuck!”, the red mark of Haewon’s hand is probably imprinted on a canvas called you.

“You’re in no position to exert your needs here, alright? Shut the fuck up!” Haewon shouts, voice raspy, and you can do nothing but comply. “You’re so fucking lucky that I let you get a taste of my cunt. If you’re pulling some shit like this again, I’ll fucking hang you on the edge, alright?”

“Y-Y-Yes, mommy,” you whimper, voice shaking.

“Now, let me get this ugh- fucking strap off.” She struggles with it a bit more, until she finally tears it off, revealing her aroused sex for you once again. “Fucking finally.”

And it’s quick—the way she quickly envelops your cock within her drenched folds. And it plays out by the cowgirl’s book—her supple ass sliding up and down your cock, your moans, her moans (even if hers are in a much lower register–more like a groan per se).

“Nghhhh.”

“Fuckkkk.”

“M-Mommy!”

“Ah!”

The cacophony fills Haewon’s room, combined with the mess of fleshes clapping into each other. The allegro tempo makes it easier for you to make your eyes flutter in raw, unscathed ecstasy. The storm is still far away, but you can see it. You can see it. Lightning. The sound of it. The small drops of water on your arms, signaling the whirlwind of a release in the distance.

With her movement, your eyes keep alternating between her bouncing, luscious mounds and the sight of your cock disappearing into her. This shit is fucking hypnotizing.

“Don’t you dare go fucking other slut, understand? I-I only have you.”

Her first tinge of genuine affection. Your heartbeat quickens even more at her words.

“Y-Yes, ah, mommy,” you respond.

And somehow, boldly, Haewon captures you with her cherry-flavored lips–ardent, confident, ass still grinding on your filthy cock. She keeps gasping for air, but her tongue sweeps every square millimeter of your dirty, lustful mouth. She cups your face tight.

But before you can revel in the act, Haewon pulls back from the kiss. Her face is now flushed, eyes elsewhere with hands wiping the saliva away. And you smile.

“The fuck you’re smiling at, huh? Just fucking cum inside me, boy toy, fill me up.”

Your voice isn’t shaky anymore, reinvigorated by the kiss. “Okay, mommy.”

Haewon rides you faster, upping the tempo of yourselves clashing together. Her tight, velvety walls are calls of the storm. It’s raining now, and flashes and flashes of lightning can be seen from afar.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I-I’m gonna cum,” she moans, as her body atop of you shakes–violent, unyielding. She keeps the pace for her sex to be impaled by your length. Her juicy thighs lose their controls. Her breaths grow shorter. And her wanton cunt is quivering.

And she cums, “Fuck, shit!” Streams of clear juice leaks out in a torrent, legs trembling once again. Her whole body convulses, mouth open, you’d do anything just to see this again.

But she won’t stop just here.

“Now, your turn.” Haewon recollects herself up to a languid pace, opposite to the frantic tempo earlier. She’s definitely fucking with you now.

“Oh, my toy is frustrated because I’m not riding him fast enough?” Haewon pouts, and of course it is a sarcastic one. She doesn’t seem to let you have your pleasure yet.

“What if I–” Haewon swipes her lips with a finger, gathering a hue of coral on it. “–do this?”

Slowly, she docks the digit on your needy lips, pasting the tinge along them.

Slowly, she pushes her finger into your mouth, giving you the taste of cherry.

“Like that, you slut?”

“Yes, mommy.”

Slowly, you envelop her slender digit with a warm welcome–eyes closed, humming through the act.

Slowly, she sweeps your cavern, spreading the fruity paste everywhere, and you surely forget about how slow her tight cunt is pressing onto you right now.

“Mmmmmm,” you moan, sucking her digit. The taste only entices you more.

“Yeah, suck mommy’s finger like a bitch you are,” she says, and you just can’t deny that–her finger and the title.

Here you are, surrendered to her conquest, sucking her finger with an incomparable hunger. The submission just becomes innate now; you are so ready to give her the full control.

Without a warning, she finally ramps up her pace, slamming her wet, dainty cunt down your cock with more frenzy.

“Ah, ah, nghh, fuck, mommy~” you cry out, so lost in the haze.

“Breed me, fucking breed me.” Haewon looks up onto the ceiling as her groan fills the room. “I want to feel your seed hitting my womb, only yours.”

Thunders start to strike the ground with each thrust–bang, bang, bang. Each one has the determination to set the fire inside you alight.

“I-I think I’m cumming, mommy, a-are you sure about this?” You can feel it, the spark of it.

She huffs, “F-Fuck yeah, I want a creampie this time, boy toy.”

You start to grow greedy, despite the fear of her punishment. Still, it’s like you’d care right now, with any of her so-called disciplinary actions only pushing you towards the edge. You pump your cock upwards to match her slams.

“Hmm~, putting in some work too?” Haewon bends down to ruffle your hair, pouting. “So adorable for mommy~.”

Again, she captures you with her lips, every moan, every whimper, every cry is contained within the connection. You can feel it, the little fires everywhere. It’s only a matter of time until it merges into a raging inferno.

“M-Mommy~.”

And it burns, deep into her womb. Your cock paints ropes and ropes of essence within her needy cunt, as you scream deep into her lungs. The blaze consumes both of you, still fighting with your tongues. Your hips jerk with each shot, “Ngh, ngh, ngh,” and your back becomes an arch.

Eventually, the fire is gone, only the remnants of the burns left. Haewon pants against you as you do so, foreheads touching, smiling.

“You’re just fucking fun to use, you know that?” she says, before latching onto your quivering lips.

Long gone, the ardor buried within you two, replaced by something else, something you can’t quite pinpoint. Haewon kisses you, and you kiss her back with the remaining passion for her that’s left inside you.

Finally, she pulls back from you, a string of saliva connects you two in the separation. She’s smiling.

“I love being your little boy toy too, Haewon,” you say, she laughs. Before she gets down from the ride, lying next to you. Your cum leaks out of her cunt onto the bedsheets.

“Wanna do this again?” Haewon asks.

“Definitely, maybe.”

“Maybe?” Haewon furrows her brows, getting up to look you in the eye. “I fucking dicked you down until you moaned like that and you say ‘maybe’?”

You chuckle with the statement, before turning your back to her, “Cuddle me please, mommy.”

“Sure.” Haewon says, smiling, as she lies down again, hugging your frame from behind, ready to go through this nocturne together.

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When you wake up you're alone, it's just you and the fire. The disappointment you feel terrifies you. You should be relieved to be alone, you should feel safer now that the Orc isn't near you.

Orcs are brutal warlords, everyone knows this, they can't be trusted. You glower at the fire and manage to shuffle a little closer to the hearth. The idea of just leaving before the Orc can come back floats in your mind but it quickly dissipates when you try and sit up. Your limbs betray you, your arms shake and falter under your weight as if you're a pathetic waif and not a self-sufficient woman of the woods.

You slump back to the floor and bundle the thick wool blanket tighter around your still naked frame. Surely your clothes are dry by now. You take on the burdensome task of looking around the living room for your clothes but freeze when you see the big green figure standing in the connected kitchen. His back is facing you as he moves around, opening cabinets and draws with an unnerving quietness. How could you not have heard him? The realization paralyses you, have your senses dulled that much from the hypothermia?

As if he could sense your fear he turns around and locks eyes with you. His dark eyes make your heartbeat jolt and you turn over to avoid looking at them or him. You look around again for your clothes and finally spot them on a wooden drying rack next to the hearth. You try and scooch your body towards it but you can only really wriggle on the floor. You hear him stepping closer and the fear just rises with every step, you try and reach out for your clothes but he gets to them before you.

If you had energy you would yell something vulgar but your anger quickly settles into confusion when the massive man sits behind you and gently brings you into a seated position supporting your back against his chest. You go even more limp as he slowly brings your hands through the long sleeves of your shirt and pulls the garment over your head with some difficulty on your part because of the strenuous action on your sore muscles.

He buttons up the shirt and you want to slap his hands away but you can't, your fingers are far too numb to be doing any fine motor functions like that anyway. He then does the same with your pants, gently pulling them into each leg. The softness that he treats you with is upsetting, like he looks down on you. You can feel his breaths on your ear and you can feel how he tenses when you wince at a particularly painful movement. It's all so humiliating.

When he's done he lets your head slump onto the pillow again. He put a pillow on the floor for you? How have you only noticed that now? He walks off into his kitchen again and leaves you to stare shamefully into the fire. If you tried to leave, even if you could make it out the door, you'd probably just freeze to death or be saved again by this stranger and be even more humiliated than you are now.

The orc comes back with a steaming mug and plate. He helps you sit up and positions you up against his chest again. You absolutely hate how easily you relax into his warmth. He holds the mug up for you to take and you hesitantly reach out and curl your fingers around the warm ceramic, holding it to your chest and assessing the contents.

It smells earthy and sweet. You take a tiny sip and your taste buds sing. It tastes like honey and a woody spice you can't place. You down the whole cup in no time, almost spilling as your arms struggle with the exertion of holding it up. You gulp down the last of the thick hot liquid and sigh in relief. You hear a very irritating amused huff from the orc behind you as he takes the mug and lifts the plate up in front of you. It's filled with hot steaming buns, it smells divine and you pick one up only to drop it back on the plate when it burns your fingers.

The hot food nips at the sensitive skin on your fingertips painfully. The digits are still cold and numb, not cooperating with what you want them to do. You try again but quickly drop the hot bun onto the plate once more. The orc sets the plate into your lap and carefully maneuvers you so that you sit across his crossed legs, like sitting bridal style. He picks up a hot bun and holds it to your mouth, after a moment of hesitation you finally give up even more of your dignity and bite into the delicious smelling treat. You barely stop yourself from moaning at the taste.

You make the mistake of looking up at his face, you haven't actually gotten a good look at his face until now and you almost choke on your bun when you do. He looks nothing like the depictions of orcs you've seen and read, they're supposed to be ugly and scary beasts who pillage and kill for fun. Looking at this him you can't help the uncertainty that trickles into everything you know about orcs. Concern is written all over his orcish features just like his cautious movements.

His tusks have little carvings on them, shallow indents in the ivory so beautiful and intricate it's difficult to imagine orc hands carving them. You realize he's also staring at you and you wonder if he's thinking similar things about your human features. You have no idea how orcs perceive humans but if it's anything like how humans perceive orcs it can't be very good.

A sudden guilt comes over you and you have to look away from the orc. You stare at your lap, where you sit comfortably in his hold and accept another hot bun he holds out for you. You can feel his hand hesitate on your back, he wants to comfort you but he's...scared?

If you're honest you're scared too, you can't even remember how long it's been since you just talked to another person let alone touched someone. With a full belly and a warm face, you drift off once again against this stranger's chest wondering if it's been just as long for him.

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ZAYNE DOMESTIC HEADCANONS

~ PART 2

cw: suggestive below cut!!!

Zayne who, when he doesn’t want to read research articles to get you asleep- due to how monotonous and tedious they get- instead reads ‘The Little Prince’ to you. Sometimes to tease you he turns the book and points to the picture like he’s reading it to a little kid or something. If you react with a warning paw to his arm he’ll respond with a breathy chuckle.

Zayne who always steals a sip of your drink with your straw when you’re out on a lunch date. Will tell you that a variety of liquids is good for the diet if you call him out.

Zayne who responds to the doodles you make on the calendar hung on his kitchen wall with his own snowman doodles. You can tell there’s a lot of love behind them but certainly also a lazily held pen (which you’ll allow since he does these very early in the morning before work). Other times he’ll just respond with comments like “oh really?” to the nonsense you write and graffiti on that thing.

Zayne who enjoys all kinds of sweet cold treats but always has some classic Magnum ice creams in his freezer drawer because it’s a reliable choice. He can’t nag you and will just give a touché happy sigh about any sort of snacks you store next to his beloved Magnums: it’s your checkmate.

Zayne who has a small potted plant in the desk of his office. He’s never really went too long without watering it, but ever since you’ve put a plant poke with a cute little character to give company to his plant, he’s never been more motivated to water it. It certainly adds a bit of you to his space, and he has the habit of stroking the little plant’s leaves in caress when he thinks of you during work.

Zayne who packs your bag for uni or work if he knows you’ll be too busy to attend to it until the morning or if you’ve dozed off already.

Zayne who readjusts your sleeping positions with the most gentle hands, otherwise he can’t be soothed to continue doing anything else. He gets prickles on his back just to think about you waking up with a hurting back.

Zayne who feels contentment he can’t describe when he slides his closet door open and opens the shallow little accessory drawer, and finds your jewellery in a specialised velvet tray and his prescription glasses on the other end.

Zayne who because of you, has a little egg timer resemblant of a chicken to help out when he cooks. He used to just use alarms on his phone, but ever since your silly little gift, he won’t use anything else. The first thing he did when he found the incongruous little chicken character was ask if you if it had a name.

Zayne who picked up your little habit of storing socks as little balls. When you’re both sat on the bed balling up his and your socks, he’ll grab one like a snowball and boop it to the side of your cheek.

Zayne who when he sees you really sluggish coming out the shower, will get you dressed and have you sit cross-legged on the edge of the bed mattress as he stands and dries your hair with the hairdryer.

Zayne who once put your soiled slippers in the washing machine while you slept before leaving for work in a really early dark winter morning. He kissed your hand and jotted down a little note on the bedside table for you to use his slippers instead, which were faced outwards from where you’d naturally put your feet to get up from bed.

Zayne who has a regime with you of cutting and peeling fruits for each other back and forth. Once outdid you by making his orange to you look like a water lily, knowing and having schemed that you couldn’t do anything more creative. The bastard. All your oranges from henceforth were like that, to rub it in your face with the excuse of vitamin D. Yeah right. You’ll get him.

Zayne who involuntarily (or voluntarily, who knows) flusters you when removing your underwear from the plastic peg rack. Upon meeting your dazzled face, holds the cloth almost touching the side of his cheek.“Should I not take this garment to face value?”

[kitten4sannie]

ateez and corruption kinks… that’s it I just had to let that out into the void

communion

pairing: priest! yunho x nun! reader (fem)

summary: priest jeong wishes to share another communion with the most beloved member of the monastery.

wc: 1.1k

warnings: for the love of god (lol) if sacrilegious smut isn’t your thing do NOT read this,, however if it IS wellll i got something good for you <3, wine drinking, but like, in an unconventional way lmao, nasty perverted dom! yuyu, subby cock hungry! reader (can we blame her tho?), implied sex slave training, oral (giving/receiving), deepthroating, finger sucking, cum eating, implied toy usage (the toy is um….well…a religious object…)

a/n: oh nonnie idt you realize what you’ve unleashed with that ask ^^ there’s nothing i love more than corruption 🖤 physical, emotional, psychological ughhhh,,, anyways writers block and some shitty real life stuff have been taking turns beating me up the past couple months so i thought this might be a good escape for me :3 i hope you enjoy <33

p.s: i’ll be posting two more fics with a corruption theme very soonnn,, one features perverted bsf wooyoung and the other involves frat boy sannie 🫶🏼

song rec: take me to church - hozier (i mean come on….)

No matter how dark the communal church grew in the late hours of the night, the bright light of the moon still shone through the fragmented mosaic glass, now casting a myriad of gleaming crosses across your face and body as you sat on your knees upon the altar. You raised your hands up to begin worshipping your Lord in the way you were taught by Father Jeong, gingerly opening his robes to unveil the point of your focus.

Yunho lifted up a ceremonial bell and rung it once, his robes pooling around his feet, watching as your thighs squeezed tightly together underneath your heavy garments, your shaky exhale fanning over his exposed, twitching cock, finding the unyielding look of pure lust inside your eyes to be so beautiful he could shed a tear. Over the many, many communions you’ve shared together, it seemed that the bell reminded you of your loyalty to him and to your shared savior, of the pleasure you shared all in the name of God.

He pushed your veil off to expose your hair, before he placed his large hands on either side of your head, his long, slender fingers wrapping securely around it. “And, what do we say now, Sister L/N?” he asked softly, as though he were testing you, dragging his tongue over his top set of teeth, letting out a few heavy breaths.

“O’ Lord, for which I am about to receive, is truly your most precious Body and your life-giving blood, which, I pray, makes me worthy to receive for the remission of all my sins and for everlasting life,” you recited your prayer like many times before, the wetness between your thighs everlasting, watching Father Jeong let go of your head for a second to pick up a chalice of wine from the ceremony table behind him.

Yunho held the gold chalice just above his waist, growing that much harder as the dark liquid began to pour down his long, curved length, spilling off of his sticky tip and dripping into your open mouth. “The Blood of Christ…” He watched you swallow it all down, like the obedient servant you were. Something this sinful simply had to be holy, didn’t it? He swallowed down the abundant saliva that filled his mouth. “Ahh?” he voiced, like he was waiting for you to say something.

“Amen,” you sighed out, licking the remnants of wine and pre-cum from your lips, your trembling fingers clasping around his bare hips.

“Amen.”

Yunho then thrusted forward until he hit the back of your parched throat, eagerly dragging you back and forth along his sizable cock, using you like the faithful cocksleeve you were, the repetitive sounds of squelching, gagging, and muffled moaning sending delightful shivers down his spine, much like the sacred hymns did to him every morning during mass. “Sister L/N, your throat has molded to the shape of my cock, has it not? Bonding with me all these long nights, over and over, it’s like you were made for me, and only me. Tell me, Sister, does taking the Body of Christ down your throat make you feel closer to God?”

You let out a stunted, pleased moan, blinking a few tears out of your dazed, half closed eyes, watching as a blurry version of Father Jeong brought his rosary up to his lips to kiss it. Due to being trained so consistently, you knew to relax your jaw and throat in order to take all of him without fail, your gag reflex nonexistent, simply drooling all over his long, heavy cock instead, much to Yunho’s delight.

“Oh, God, let His will be done….” He hunched over slightly, in order to pound himself into the back of your throat over and over, thick strands of pre-cum and saliva dripping from your chin and landing onto your previously pristine garments, his fingers closing in around your bulging throat to feel himself moving inside it. It was simply too much for the priest to handle. “So…nnngh–sovereign, so pure, this divinity…” Yunho expressed between heavy pants, suddenly pulling out until his twitching cockhead rested against your splayed out tongue. “Sister L/N, you must show me something heavenly so that I may fill you with the Holy Spirit. Be quick, for I am at my limit…”

Licking the beads of pre-cum from his slit, you began to lift up the layers of your tunic until your bare cunt glistened underneath the moonlight that was casted over you like a spotlight, the edges of your skin glowing as though you were a real life angel, one that was sent down from above to tempt Yunho, especially now that he could see you in your most vulnerable state. “Father Jeong, please see what I’ve done for you. I’ve kept myself full…so that I may take you inside properly…”

It was then that Father Jeong fell to his knees before you, looking up at the slick heaven in between your thighs, before leaning in to lap up the abundant wetness from your lips, his hot tongue practically melting against your cunt as he ate you out like a starved man, spreading your open with his ringed thumbs. Maintaining steady eye contact with you, he slowly pulled the hood of your clit back to expose your weak point, wrapping his plush lips around it as he began to suck and lick until he had you trembling above him, your nails digging into the dense wood of the pews. “Cum before me,” he commanded, dragging his tongue along your fluttering slit up to your throbbing clit until you let out a beautifully broken cry.

You spread your trembling thighs open just enough to allow what was filling you up the entire time to slowly come sliding out, both you and the priest letting out a similar gasp once it did. A thick, slick-covered silver cross landed inside Yunho’s open palm. He watched diligently as you lifted it up to his mouth, not even having to say anything as he sucked it clean. Without exchanging words, Yunho stood back and squeezed his throbbing cock, just as you lowered yourself back down onto your knees with a loving smile, watching with pride as he began to shudder, long spurts of his hot cum landing onto your tongue and disappearing down your throat.

“What a thing of beauty….” The priest swallowed hard, letting out a shaky breath. “You never fail to bring me close to our Savior, my dear,” he praised, reaching down to rub the remaining remnants of his seed over your swollen lips and onto your tongue with his thumb, pulling it away from your mouth and licking the last of his saltiness off of his digit himself.

“It’s all for the greater good,” you softly replied, slowly standing up and hiking up your now soiled garments, so that you could bend over the pew, spreading yourself wide, opening the gates of your heaven and giving Yunho access like every blissful night before. “Now, please allow me to bring you even closer.”

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𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓 — *:ꔫ:*

A strong hold on your wandering hand stops you.

“Not here, sweetheart.” Nanami groans, gruff and utterly commanding. You feel yourself shiver involuntarily at his tone, body falling pliable in his hold in bitter defeat.

“But Ken…” you whine, your small, angry fists banging on his chest. “We haven’t done anything in weeks. You’ve barely even touched me.”

A drawn out sigh fills the expanse of Nanami’s office. Had you really come all this way, up two flights of stairs, for such a thing?

“We just can’t.” his hand reaches up to his temple, rubbing, and momentarily, his eyes flicker with sour jealousy.

But Nanami’s not stupid. He’s seen the way the men in the office stare at you–their gazes journeying the curves of your body as if you were on display. And, while he does put you up on a pedestal, men lusting over his wife is something Nanami doesn’t exactly find mirthful.

So, then why would he give them the opportunity to hear your sweet, sultry moans?

“My final answer is no, love,” his voice booms–a deep rumble that you feel ripple against your skin.

You frown. “I locked the door…”

Nanami shakes his head dejectedly. “Some of my colleagues have keys.” he hums, his chair turning towards his desk to resume his work, but you stop him.

With determination in your eyes, you place a delicate hand to his cheek.

Stroking his face, “Can I at least?..” you trail off, venturing your free hand down his sculpted body and rippling muscles to his belt. Your fingertips caress the expensive leather, waiting for a response.

Nanami exhales. You’ll really be the death of him.

“I–” he begins, his mind battling between right and wrong–morality or pleasure. But, surely, this wouldn’t hurt.

Right?

The slight nod he soon gave you was all you needed.

You start to undo the garment, succeeding and tossing it elsewhere. He stops you. “Under the desk.”

Swiftly and almost embarrassingly so, you comply, hissing as your knees make contact with the cold, ceramic flooring. Liquid heat and anticipation begins to bubble in your stomach, your mouth watering at the bulge poking through his khaki pants.

Slowly, you peel down his slacks and soon his boxers. His cock springs up, sturdy and excited, and your abdomen clenches fiercely.

“So big,” you mutter to yourself as you lean your head in to place kitten licks on his tip. Soft and supple against him, your hands twist around him, pulling out little whimpers from his lips.

“Mhm..take it all in, sweetheart.”

Nanami’s hips stutter upwards as you bob your head down his shaft, taking it in little by little. You gag as his protruding veins rub against your throat, the neatly trimmed hair at his base tickling your nose.

Breathing in heavily through your nose, fat tears swell in your eyes.

“Don’t back down now,” Nanami tilts his head, amused. His calloused thumb swipes at your tears, a bittersweet feeling of soft and rough against your skin.

Pleasure courses through the both of you. And although there’s no physical feeling for you, the satisfaction you get out of seeing Nanami finally wind down is just about enough.

Just.

Underwhelmed, you grind the balls of your feet against your core. Your shoes had been discarded long ago since you’d practically skipped into his office.

The moans you emit vibrate flush to his cock, a deep groan as his hands tangle in your hair.

“You—fuck, don’t do that,” he rasps, tugging your head backwards and watching as your tongue lolls out instinctively in an attempt to lick him. “I’ll be too loud.”

His cheeks flush a blush pink in realization…He’d just told you his weakness.

“Too loud, huh?” you grin, taking all of his girth in, purposefully humming around him. And it takes all of his strength not to cum right then and there—and he still fails.

Hot spurts of his seed flow into your mouth, bitter and warm on your taste buds and tongue. Nanami grips the armrest of his chair and swallows hard, head thrown back and mouth pressed into a tight line.

Through his orgasm, he still has the strength to order, “Swallow.”

And you do, proudly showing him your tongue after, clean of any residue.

Satisfied, you both take in a shared inhale. You stand to sit on his lap once again, humming into his skin. Silence as his fingers caress and he kisses your hair.

“Love,” Nanami breaks the silence, and you frown, knowing his next words. “I know, I know,” you interrupt, planting a chaste kiss to his lips as you get up and put your heels back on. “I’ll be waiting for you at home.”

Tasting himself on his lips, he moans, albeit faintly.

Giving him a sultry smile and wave, you exit. Your heart almost jumps out of your chest when you turn around only to be met with a certain white haired person.

“Gojo, fuck,” you whisper under your breath, clutching your heart and things. ‘What are you doing…”

“The same could be said to you,” He grins and arches an eyebrow, pearly whites on display. “Coming out of Nanamin’s office like…this.” He sassily looks you up and down, referring to your unruly hair and wrinkled clothes.

You place a hand on your hip and look up at the freakishly tall man. “And just what do you mean by that?”

“Hm, nothing. I’ll just be going now,” He shrugs, giving you one last look before he begins to strut away from you. Confused by the whole interaction, you stand there, wondering.

“Oh, and…” Gojo turns around to face you again. “There’s something white on your top lip.”

[moonchild9350]

All for You

Summary: Your friend sets you up on a blind date in which you are unsure of attending. However the night takes a turn once you meet Hyunjin himself.

Pairing: Hyunjin x fab!reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, fluff, smut-18+MDNI

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: exhibitionism, fingering, clit play, nipple play, oral ex (m receiving), cum tasting, spanking, squirting, unprotected sex (don’t), creampie, multiple rounds, dirty talk

Notes: just Hyunjin being on my mind and wanting to write something with a lot of tension, plus there’s not a lot of blind dates so decided to change that hehe

If you enjoyed please consider a like, reblog, or comment as it keeps me motivated:)

Divider by @cafekitsune

Please do not copy, translate, modify, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©️moonchild9350

You were pacing the floor, wrapped up in your towel as you were fresh out of the shower. You were in a slight predicament, your face turning into a frown at the thought of it.

Your friend, Ashley, decided to set you up on a blind date tonight with Hyunjin, a mutual of hers, saying you needed to put yourself out there more. You were perfectly content at home, but she insisted and wouldn’t leave the topic alone so you eventually agreed.

She stopped by earlier to pick out your outfit, settling on a black leather dress and some heels. She tried to pick out your bra and pantie set, but you drew the line there, preferring to pick out your own intimates.

You opened your drawer, your fingers brushing against the lace that laid there. You touched each piece until you stopped on a lace, black thong. You picked up the garment and eyed the piece thinking ‘might as well go all out.’

Slipping in one leg, then the other, you pulled the thong up your legs, snapping the band in place. Grabbing your dress, you slid the outfit on, fixing the straps, your eyes set on how your breasts perched perfectly within the top, your cleavage peaking out from the deep cut.

You made sure every hair was in place, no makeup smudged, and then proceeded to put your heels on, delicate hands fastening the buckles against your ankle. You gathered your bag, making sure you had all the essentials.

Your eyes drifted to an envelope next to where your bag was, the white square taunting you. Your friend told you to take the item with you and not open it until the night was at a conclusion as there was a surprise inside.

Looking at the clock on your dresser, you saw it was time to head to the predetermined destination. You ordered a ride share and waited in your living room, your mind wandering how your date would go. You hoped he was good company and hopefully someone good to look at.

You didn’t have time to wait for long as your ride pulled up. You shut your door and took a breath, ready for whatever the night would bring.

— —

You had arrived at the venue, some fancy bar that your guest had picked out. You carefully took each step to the front door, pulling it open to step into the hallway.

Your eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, painting the room beyond in a mysterious light. Couples and groups gathered intimately at tables, the heads together in soft chatter. There was soft jazz music playing over the speakers, adding to the intimacy of the atmosphere.

Scanning the room, looking for your date, your only indication on how he looks based on the description given by Ashley. As you slowly looked around, your eyes stopped at a man sitting in a corner by himself.

He was wearing a white shirt and blazer, and black pants. He was nursing a glass of amber liquid, his fingers softly tracing the rim of the glass. You smiled, happy so far with what you saw.

You walked his way, your heels softly click clacking along the tile until you stopped right in front of the table the man was at. Sensing your presence, the man looks up, his dark brown eyes drifting to your face. He takes you in, a gentle smile spreading on his face underneath the locks of wavy hair framing his face.

“Y/n?” The man asks with a knowing smirk.

“Hyunjin?” You reply, the name rolling off your tongue like silk.

“The one and only,” Hyunjin said, bringing his glass to his lips and taking a sip.

You sit down in the seat next to him, your elbow only a breath away from his arm. You place your bag on the table and then rest your head on your chin, your fingers dangling as you gaze at the man next to you.

He was very good on the eyes, nicely dressed, and seemed confident, the thought causing your heart to flutter within your chest and your pussy to clench. You couldn’t help but smile as his eyes kept drifting to your cleavage, his tongue darting out to lick his plush lips.

“So can I get you something?” Hyunjin asked, motioning to his glass.

“Mmm I’ll have whatever you’re having,” you purred, keeping your eyes on his.

Hyunjin smiled at your choice as he lifted his hand up to signal to the waiter. He pointed to his glass and then held up two fingers, the waiter nodding in acknowledgment.

Hyunjin entices you in conversation, the words that fall from his mouth smooth like honey, his voice making your feel dizzy in this dimly lit room. You find yourself enjoying his company, enjoying his banter, something you haven’t felt in a while.

Just as you listen to him, he listens to you. You talk about your interests, your job, and even how you met Ashley, his eyes on yours as he listens closely. He smiles and offers feedback, seeming genuinely interested in your boring life.

You feel your heart race, the incessant pounding loud in your ears, so loud you’re surprised Hyunjin can’t hear it. Every time he looks at you, you feel your core flutter, little droplets of your slick leaking out onto the strip of fabric covering your pussy.

You are interested in this man, you couldn’t believe it, your mind trying to catch up to the fact. You feel the heat rise to your face, painting your cheeks and neck in a rosy color, as Hyunjin scoots closer, so close you can feel his breath on your lips.

There’s static in the air as you breathe him in, the scent of some type of mint laced with the bourbon he’s been drinking all evening. You can see the imperfections on his face, the mole printed below his left eye, the slight dimple that forms as his mouth turns up in a slight smile.

Despite all of this, you can’t help but think he is absolute perfection, a god sent to you to change your whole world.

Hyunjin gazes at you with a sultry gaze, his eyes scanning your lips down to your cleavage and back to your eyes again. You feel a shiver down your spine as his arms brush against yours, his fingers reaching out to touch yours that are now resting on the table.

You lick your lips as your pussy clenches, your thighs tense, and your clit throbs, the ache growing incessantly within. You subconsciously scoot closer to him, wanting to be as close as possible. There is silence between you two, the chatter of those at the tables around you drowning out with each passing moment until it seems like it’s just you two in the dim room.

The candle flickers on the table, casting a soft glow over your hands, that have now found their way together. The tension is palpable, so thin you could cut it with a knife. You find Hyunjin leaning closer and closer to you, his lips slightly parted as he stares you down, his eyes searching yours with lust.

You brace yourself for the kiss, your eyes closing at the last second as you feel his hand gently on yours. You wait and wait just to snap your eyes open when nothing happens, Hyunjin eyeing the waiter walking over to ask if you needed anything.

Hyunjin clears his throat and leans away, slight annoyance on his face.

“We’re good thank you. May we get the check actually?”

The waiter nods and walks away, returning shortly with the bill. Hyunjin slaps down a shiny black credit card and hands it back to the waiter who graciously retreats to run the card.

Once Hyunjin is in possession of his card again, you pull out the envelope, deeming this moment as good as any to view its contents.

“Ashley gave this to me to open at the close of the night. So…wanna open it?”

Hyunjin eyes the white envelope than looks back at you.

“Why not.”

You nod and pick it up, your finger sliding under the lip of the seal. You break it open, holding your breath as you pull out the contents. A little slip of paper is there, some handwritten words present in what seems like Ashley’s writing.

You read aloud, “You have a room booked at Clarence hotel, have fun ;)”

You chuckled, showing Hyunjin what was written on the slip of paper. He smirked at the message, setting the card down on the table.

“Shall we then?” He smirked.

You giggled, grabbed your bag, stood up, and walked to the door. You couldn’t help but be aware of his hand on the small of your back, the heat of his palm transferring to your skin. You both decided to walk to the hotel as it was only a block away. The night air was crisp, the scent of promise lingering.

You both walked with hurried steps, the need to be alone together growing with every passing minute. Hyunjin grabbed your hand as you approached the doors of the hotel, pulling you through as they opened.

You approached the desk out of breath and laughing, startling the clerk behind the desk.

“Reservation for y/l/n,” you managed to get out in between giggles.

The clerk searched through the computer before smiling, finding your reservation.

“Here’s your key, everything else has been taken care of,” the clerked said.

You raised your eyebrow, surprised that your friend took care of the logistics. You reached for the key, thanking the clerk before taking off towards the elevators. You pressed the button, willing the it to arrive soon.

Your skin was burning, the heat radiating off your skin as you waited for the car, Hyunjin standing so close to you, you could feel his breath against your neck. Your breath hitched as you felt his fingertips graze your waist, sending shocks of pleasure down into your core.

You thanked your lucky stars as the elevator dinged, the metal doors opening up. You pulled Hyunjin within the car and pressed the number four, the doors closing shortly thereafter. Hyunjin had his arms fully wrapped around your waist now, his nose skimming the strands of your hair and down to your ear.

You felt his soft lips brush against the back of your neck, as he pressed lazy kisses along your skin, causing your pussy to clench, as more arousal slowly trickled out. Time seemed to stand still as you stood in the elevator, Hyunjin’s lips attached to you as the numbers slowly ticked up as the elevator took you to your floor.

You rested your hands on his, titling your head to give him better access to your neck. Hyunjin buried his head immediately within the crook of your neck, his hair falling onto your shoulders obscuring his face as he bit the skin there. You let out a soft moan, jolts of pleasure traveling straight to your core, Hyunjin chuckling at your reaction.

You heard Hyunjin groan as the elevator dinged once more signaling you had arrived at your floor causing you to chuckle at his disappointment. He disentangled from you as you both walked down the hallway, your eyes scanning the wall for your room number.

Once there, you looked at Hyunjin before scanning your key, the key holder turning green to allow you in. Swinging open the door, you both stepped in, turning on the lights of the grand room.

You took in the bed, nicely made against the wall, to the little sitting area on the opposite wall.

However, what caught your eye was a large window at the other end of the room, the expanse of the city on display. You hurried over, your eyes watching the nightlife, seeing the various people walk by on their way to their destinations.

You gasped as you felt Hyunjin come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, his lips immediately attaching to your neck. You sighed as he pressed kiss after kiss along your skin, savoring the slowness of the moment.

As he continued to pepper you with kisses, his hands traveled up to fondle and squeeze your breasts over your dress causing you to moan out. He chuckled against your skin, pressing a kiss there before lifting his head.

“I can see your reflection love,” he said in a deep tone, his eyes trained on you in the reflection of the glass.

You pressed your thighs together at the implications, as you looked straight ahead at Hyunjin. You watched as he lowered the straps of your dress, the flimsy string falling immediately to rest on your arms, revealing more of your breasts.

Hyunjin lowered the fabric over the flesh, his eyes glued to your reflection. He cupped your breasts, his fingers brushing over and playing with your nipples, the nubs slowly hardening at his touch. You let out a moan at he pinched them, sending a shockwave of pleasure straight to your pussy.

“You look so beautiful love, letting me touch you where anyone can see.” Hyunjin teased as he continued to play with your breasts.

You mewled at the dirty talk, the thought of someone watching you through the windows causing you to brush your ass against his pelvis, his bulge pressing against your ass.

“But by the looks of it, you want others to see hmm,” he said in a low voice. “Let’s give them a show.”

His hand slid down your dress, his fingers running over the expanse of your tummy until they slipped under the fabric and going straight to your panties. You moaned as he pressed against the wet fabric, sliding his finger through your folds.

“So wet for me…what if we just…” Hyunjin trailed off as he moved your panties to the side, his fingers touching you directly.

“Hyunjin, ah!” You moaned out as he fingered you, the digits dipping into your dripping hole before coming up to circle your clit.

With the aid of your slick, his fingers slid across the bud, his hand hot against your pelvis holding you to him. You whined at the throbbing of your clit and the pad of his fingers tweaking it, little jolts of pleasure traveling through your core as he switched speeds.

You could hear just how wet you were for him, the sounds only increasing as another gush of slick dripped out onto his hands. Hyunjin brought his other hand to your breast, a smile on his face as he toyed with your nipple, coaxing out steady moans from you.

“Shit! Hyunjin, please!” You begged, the coil within your core expanding with each slide of his fingers on your clit and tug on your nipples.

“Are you gonna come for me, a person you just met? Come all over my fingers?” Hyunjin said, his voice sultry and sweet in your ear.

“Yes, yes, please let me cum,” you whined, subtly thrusting your hips against his hand as you barreled toward your orgasm.

Hyunjin chuckled, increasing the pace of his administrations as he pressed wet kisses along your shoulder.

“Come for me,” he commanded, the band snapping as you released all over his fingers, your walls contracting with the intensity of your orgasm.

Hyunjin continued to rub your clit, helping you ride out your high as you thrashed against him, your knees buckling at the sensation.

You tried to catch your breath as you looked at your reflection, just making out your fucked out face.

You braced your hands on the window as Hyunjin slowly bent your over, the palm of his hand sliding up your spine and then coming down to slap your ass. You jolted at the sudden pain, but soon let out a groan as the sensation turned to pleasure. He spanked your ass a few more times before sliding your dress down, the fabric pooling at your feet.

You heard the rustling of fabric, watching as he popped open each button of his shirt, revealing his chest. You waited in anticipation as you heard his zipper, the slide of the metal along the track teasing in the moment.

Hyunjin stepped out his pants and boxers, kicking them to the side as he parted your legs more. Gripping his cock, he brushed the head through your folds before sinking into your entrance, his moans filling the room at the feel of your walls stretching to accommodate him.

You whimpered as he didn’t give you time to adjust, but instead began to thrust his hips into yours, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the room. You were loud, your breath from your moans fogging up the glass as Hyunjin fucked you fast and hard.

Your gaze was straight ahead, your fingers splayed across the glass as you took in the scene before you. You clenched your pussy around his cock, a gush of arousal dripping from your hole as the thought of someone watching Hyunjin fuck you.

You were close to coming again, the band winding up within your belly once more. Hyunjin groaned as your walls clenched over him, sucking him in with each thrust.

His eyes roamed to the window as he watched your breasts bounce as he fucked you, the look of pleasure on your face. He quickly looked down at where you were taking him, his cock twitching as he watched your ass jiggle as his pelvis collided with the flesh with each stroke.

He pushed you back, bending you over more as he brought a hand down, slapping your ass again and again until the skin turned a pretty shade of pink.

“Shit, this pussy y/n, just taking me,” Hyunjin groaned.

You moaned at his words, a warm sensation slowly expanding with each passing moment as he continued to pummel into you. The throb within your core became too much as you squirted around him, your arousal dripping down your legs and onto the floor.

You thrashed in his hold, your legs threatening to give out, that is until he held you up, your back flush against his chest.

“Fuck, fuck fuck! Gonna cum, gonna fill you up!” Hyunjin groaned, his hold on you tightening as he came, rope after rope of his hot cum filling up your walls, the pearly liquid seeping out of your hole slowly.

You whined as he pressed a kiss to your cheek and withdrew his cock. You straightened up, shivering as more of both of your release dripped from your hole, watching as he walked away until he reached the bed, the sound of the boxspring creaking as he lowered himself onto it.

“Come here love,” Hyunjin cooed, beckoning you to come over.

You walked over to him and climbed onto the bed, kneeling in front of him.

Hyunjin gripped his softened cock, presenting it to you, glistening in your arousal. He cocked his eyebrows as he waited for you to get closer as your eyes traveled to his cock.

You grabbed him by the base and bent down, wrapping your lips around the head, moaning at the taste of your cum and his. You began to bob your head, taking each inch of his cock to get him nice and hard once more.

Hyunjin laid his head back and moaned, his hips slightly bucking up into you, his now slightly hardened cock kissing the back of your throat. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked, your other hand coming up to fondle his balls, that were hot and heavy in your palms.

You continued to suck him off until he gripped your hair, pulling you off his cock.

“Come, sit love,” he said, his cock standing erect against his belly.

You shuffled closer, gripped his member, and lifted your hips up, bringing the tip to your entrance. Slowly, you slid down his cock, letting out shaky moans as you descended. Once you bottomed out, you paused, your pussy clenching around his length, causing him to groan.

You braced yourself and bounced on his cock, little cries falling from your lips at the new angle. You reveled in the feel of his cock dragging against your walls, your slick making the glide easier.

Your breasts bounced with each thrust until Hyunjin reached out and cupped them as his mouth wrapped around a nipple. He licked and sucked the buds, alternating between the two as you rode him, your ass slapping against his legs as you came down.

You panted as you begun to swivel your hips, the new motion catching your clit just right. Moaning you leaned forward shoving your breasts further in Hyunjin’s face, who let out a moan as he continued to suck your nipples.

“Mm close Hyun,” you said, letting out a cry as you felt your orgasm build for the third time that night.

You didn’t slow down your hips, instead increased your pace as you chased your high. Hyunjin let go of your breasts with a pop and gripped your ass, helping you rock against him.

“Come on y/n, love, give it to me, come on my cock again.”

Between the feel of his cock within you, hitting your spot just right, and his dirty talk, you let go, your orgasm traveling through your core, your pussy spasming around him. You shook on top of him, your toes curled at the pleasure, as you cried at the intense feeling.

Hyunjin smiled, and began to snap his hips up into yours, causing you to scream out as you rode out your high. He didn’t stop until he let out a loud moan, as he came within you again.

“So good love, so good,” he breathed as he finished filling you up, his arms reaching out to catch you as you collapsed on his chest.

You laid there for a moment before Hyunjin laid you on your back, his cock slipping from your pussy causing you to wince.

“I’ll be back love,” Hyunjin said softly as he got up to go to the bathroom to warm up a towel.

He gently cleaned you up, making sure to be extra gentle around your pussy. You sighed at the feeling of the warm towel on your skin, the temperature soothing.

Once done, Hyunjin cleaned himself up and then slid under the covers with you.

“Y/n,” he said after a moment of silence.

“Mmm,” you whispered, barely being able to talk.

“Go on another date with me?” He asked, his fingers drawing patterns on your back. “I’ll give you the world, it’ll be all for you.”

You consider his request, your mind reeling at how this blind date turned out. You’d have to remember to thank you friend whenever you saw here next, that’s for sure. The answer was pretty obvious, and it wouldn’t change, not today and not tomorrow when you wake still in his arms.

“Sure, I’ll go on another date with you.”

And you meant it to, every word.

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[anantaru]

ayato + a soul sucking blowjob

synopsis. ayato was tired, fatigued and frustrated. arriving home from work shortly after to get finally spoiled by you <3

cw. oral (male! receiving), flustered ayato, fem! reader

you can easily discern certain noises in your place, or specific emotions you feel when you hear them. serving as an illustration— look at when the quick chime of the door being unlocked sparks over your eardrums. what's more, you remember that it's like an unwinding lullaby to you, when ayato lastly arrives home after a long day at work.

the high-priced material of his shoes made a rhythmic click as he walked, which then echoed through the living room when the yashiro commissioner crossed the dinner table to walk towards the couch— nothing else in his mind other than the cloying anticipation to feel you in his arms.

each footfall was unevenly separated from the last and clearly indicating fatigue, no rhythm in them at all. you note that your boyfriend must be utterly tired from his long day, quite spent as he ultimately reaches over to greet you before adjusting his pants to sit down.

"how was your day?" you kindly ask, your smile rumbling with a welcoming affection as you place one hand on top of his muscular thigh, "everything ran smoothly... not to worry," the man assures you after a moment of hesitation.

if there was something entirely true about kamisato ayato— it's that his honesty towards his beloved would only include the details he deemed for you to be okay to know. you were aware of that and really didn't mind, although sometimes you wished you could smooth over the secrets he's forced to carry with himself and make it a little easier.

chewing briefly on his lower lip, ayato searches for your trace, his hands slowly slipping between your legs to rub over the inside of your thigh as he gently exhales through his parted mouth, the clouded sight on his face accentuating his immense attractiveness.

"you look tired, baby," you note, squeezing his thigh, a sensual chime melting on the tip of your tongue when you move as slowly as the petals of a flower opening, silently kissing his cheek before pointing towards the obvious tent in his trousers.

"or… do you want me to take care of this?"

"you— you mustn't trouble yourself with it, i—," ayato ponders out loud, glancing awkwardly to everywhere but your face.

he didn't even realize that he's gotten a little too excited to see you tonight. this hasn't happened in ages and only served as an additional indicator that there was more to the frustration inside of him than he originally let on.

swiftly, and with a touch of silk, you unravel every sharp edge of his strong bravado— and the tension rises beneath the layers of garments he wore, a slight hue of embarrassment catching onto his pale skin.

"i'm just so happy to finally see you, 'cannot control it, i apologize."

his pure admittance coupled with his flustered expressions burns into your heart like liquid gold as he laps over his lips softly when you smile back at him, ready to worship him as if you're born to savor this hallowed moment.

"don't apologize," you remind him, and in the split second that your hand feels over his bulge, every nerve in his body and brain was electrified— as the motion of your palm spoke of a movement coupled perfectly to itself, confident, focused and reverent, "i missed you too."

unhurriedly, you get yourself off the couch before settling in between his thighs, your hands coaxing out a shaky groan from him as you slid them over his legs before hooking your fingers into the waistband of his pants, freeing him shortly after. at the feeling of his bulging erection being met with the cold air of the room, ayato whimpers, yet what actually made him lose his mind was when you took him in your hand, his glossed pre glazing over your knuckles and sending him into a heady trance. 

he feels how his balls were tightening when you slant your lips forward to spit on his cock, his body starting to ready itself for your warm, wet mouth before you're slowly dragging your tongue over the slit, the feeling of ecstasy coming through him in a controlled wave of pleasure.

in this moment, ayato feels like all the relief in his life settled in his stomach and his worries died down, all the times he had dreamt of you the entire day when he was supposed to be actually focusing on work— not the memories of last night where he had you draped over the mattress, stuffed entirely with his cum. the memories of the night still left him in a tremble, and how utterly beautiful you looked claimed in such lewd manner.

your hand wraps around the base tight enough to heighten the feeling of pressure and bliss on him, a choked rumble coming from above you as ayato covers his face with one arm while the other settles on your head. your hand firmly palms around the base of his erection as you began to gave his tip a tentative lick, never focusing less on how he was reacting to you.

the more inches you decided to swallow, the more you cam into contact with a rich, masculine musk permeating on your tongue at the first taste of him— ugh, ayato tasted so good, and he always took such good care of himself that you cannot help yourself but rub your thighs together, hoping it's enough to pleasure yourself on your own.

to make him further lose his mind, you know what you had to do and proceeded to sweep your tongue across the head several more times until his eyes would turn bloodshot from the little droplets of tears hovering on his pretty lashes.

oh well, he must be so tired, fatigued and frustrated. at the same time, suffusing into the loss of his mind and the hotness of your lips softly pressing into his shaft.

he cannot wait until you take him in your mouth.

which then, naturally you did, yet slow, encouraged by the addictive taste of him filling your senses as you take more of his length into your mouth. you bob your head up and down, the heavy tip of his erection nudging in the back of your throat as you let him guide you up and down with his hand, working the first couple inches of his dripping dick against your tongue until you hit your limit.

for what you couldn't gather inside your wetness, you let your hand make up for the rest, finding a comforting pace as ayato grew so absorbed in watching you please him, it's almost as tasteful as feeling it in the first place.

just how obediently you let him feel around your mouth as his fingers slide through your hair— he hopes he manages to turn you soaked by the end of it, so he mustn't prepare you any further and can sink himself inside of you much quicker.

you lift your eyes to meet his delirious half-gaze before you hollow your cheeks, pulling back with a soft popping sound and a faint rush of adrenaline.

"you enjoying yourself?" you coo devilishly, then cock an eyebrow that destroyed all its softness within your triumphant gaze, "very much so," he smirks back.

boldly, he hides between the beautiful implications of a clouded expression hovering all over his facial features, when in reality, ayato has already planned out the entire night for you two.

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[daycourtofficial]

Blood moon in Autumn

Pairing: Eris x Rhys’s sister!reader | WC: 1.3k | warnings: mentions of nudity, mentions of sex, mentions of violence

Summary: fae cycles are no joke, but your mate is always there to provide you comfort in the best way possible: by being your personal heating pad

Author’s note: this is part of my gingerfucker series, however this can be read as a standalone. @writingcroissant actually gave me the idea for this so everyone say thanks Tori 🥰

Death was imminent, you were sure of it. Every fiber of your being ached, the pain emanating from your lower abdomen through the rest of your body. It felt like someone was stabbing you with a rusted, dull knife, the blade carving out your insides slowly at their leisure.

You heard your bedroom door open and close, footsteps coming towards the bed. You groan in greeting as the steps get closer.

“Just leave me here to die, Er.”

A soft chuckle makes its way to your ears, despite the layers of blankets you are burrowed beneath, the blankets not offering you the comfort you so desperately crave.

“You’ll be remembered for even in death, your flare for the dramatics never faltered.”

You push your face from the blankets, allowing your face to be seen. You scowl towards your mate, his smirk making you want to push him from the window. You take in the sight of him - he had changed into more relaxed clothes since you saw him last. Gone is his formal jacket, a deep red velvet with golden leaf embroidery. The garment would make anyone look like court royalty, but on Eris it made him look positively radiant, as if the fires of Autumn truly originated from him, as if the apple orchards and the crops found their nutrients from him. You loved when he wore it, your fingers tracing the fine embroidery along the lapel as you would straddle his lap, grinding softly-

You groaned, the idea of moving so much making you nauseous and slightly dizzy.

Now he wore a loose, billowy shirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, casual brown trousers covering his toned legs. If it were any other day, you’d devour him. Any other day, you’d pull him directly into bed, pushing his clothes off of him, neither of you leaving bed until you slipped his shirt on to grab the two of you some pastries.

Instead, the sight of him made you slightly annoyed - he seemed fine as he set down a tray on the table next to you. He was fine this morning when he rose, having to tend to some things before returning. You were dying, and he was perfectly fine. You groaned, shifting to sit up on your elbows. “What’s this?”

“I believe those of us who leave our beds call it ‘food’.”

His smirk disappears at the pillow that hits his feet. He sends you a withering glare that just makes you scoff. “That could have hit the tray of coffee I made for you.”

You perked up at the sound of coffee - you were sure the warm liquid would at least distract your insides. Or at least provide you some comfort.

You’d take anything at this point.

“Did you make the coffee? Or did you just prepare the tray?”

“What difference does it make? Coffee is coffee.”

“Well, if Jora made it, then I aimed perfectly for your feet.”

“What if it was my coffee?”

“Then I would have aimed for the tray.”

He gives you a withering stare, his fingers halting their movements. “Now that’s no way to treat your mate who lovingly made you coffee.”

You squint your eyes, “if it’s my mate that’s making the coffee, it’s more of an assassination attempt than love.”

“You wound me, my love.” Despite your grievances, he continues preparing your cup exactly as you like it.

“Is the wound fatal?”

“Perhaps.”

“I shall pay my respects at your funeral, then. With my next husband.”

His eyebrow quirks as he rests the cup on your side table before he rounds the bed, peeling back the layers of blankets on top of you. He crawls in behind you, his body heat causing you to melt.

“Next husband?”

“I will get lonely. Besides, the hounds need a male’s touch. They’ll grow soft under me.”

“And who is this next husband? Is he capable of this?”

Before you can ask what ‘this’ is, he slides his arm around your waist, his palm lying flat over your lower abdomen, his fingers spreading across your skin. Your skin began heating under his touch, and you moaned at the relief he provided you.

“If he’s not, he’s not worth it. Perhaps one of your brothers will be capable. Lu, maybe?”

Eris growled at the teasing, your friendship with Lucien a constant sore spot for him amidst his rekindling relationship with his youngest brother. He hated to admit it, but he seethed with jealousy watching you interact with Lucien, the way your conversation would flow easily.

A life of regrets and Lucien takes several of the top five spots.

“Lucien would make a terrible husband. You’d never see him - he spends all day brushing his hair.”

“I like a well-groomed male.”

“The noises his eye makes would keep you up all night.”

“I think you’re getting us confused. The whirring would soothe me to sleep.”

He buries his face into your neck, mumbling, “you are not marrying Lucien.”

“Alastor, perhaps?”

You clutched onto Eris’s arm, the heat providing you some relief. You nuzzle your head into his bicep, and he blows out a hot breath, “if I die, and you are unable to continue alone, marry outside of my family, leave my brothers out of your marriage pool.”

You open your mouth, but he cuts you off.

“Not Azriel.”

You huff, “well if I can’t have a Vanserra or Azriel, I’ll stay alone forever.”

“I prefer that alternative.”

“I will rule Autumn alone. Just as Beron would have liked.”

You spin in his arms, pushing his shoulder down so he’d lay on his back. You crawl on top of him, laying so every inch of you is touching him in some way. Not an inch of space exists between your bodies. You poke his ribs, urging him to start heating up. He ignores you, so you start tugging on the bond between you two.

“Patience is a virtue, don’t they teach that in the war camps they call villages?”

“I’m dying, I think the Mother can forgive my lack of virtues.”

He huffs, but starts warming his skin to better provide comfort. You groan, laying in silence with him for several moments, the heat a comfort to the constant pain.

A few moments later you roll, your back laying across his chest.

“Ah,” you sigh, the pain in your lower back lessening at his touch.

“You’re spinning like game over a campfire.”

He rests his hands on your lower abdomen, the warmth making the stabbing pain into a dull ache.

You sigh at the contact, practically melting at how he soothes your muscles.

“I want to go bathe but that requires movement and leaving this bed.”

Eris laughs into your hair, but you hear the water running in the bathroom. You groan just thinking about how soothing the water would feel on your joints. You breathed out slowly through your nose, preparing yourself for the trek across the room.

You rolled off of Eris, and before you could get off the bed, Eris moved from behind to in front of you, his feet landing softly on the floor.

“Care for a ride?”

You nod, and his arms sweep you up.

“I think this is my preferred method of travel.”

“Perhaps this is how you will tour Autumn, hm? I shall carry you throughout the lands.”

You laugh as he sets you down, helping you remove your clothes. He must be warming the air somehow, because you don’t feel the chill of the air when your clothes are completely off. He helps you into the water, which you melt into immediately. You close your eyes, laying back in the tub, the porcelain a nice surface to lean against.

You’ve completely forgotten about Eris’ presence until you feel him nudge your shoulders forward, his lean body slipping behind you into the tub. His legs stretch besides yours, and you lean your head back to rest on his shoulder.

“There’s no way my next husband will be as helpful as you are.”

He breathes out through his nose, “I fear you can only marry down from here. A pity, truly.”

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𝐢'𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : steve harrington x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : you move to hawkins because it's cursed, and what is a curse if not inspiration for art? you plan to spend your days painting and thinking about the macabre. what you don't plan is steve - his perfect smile, the ease of his affection, the inexplicable need you have for him.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ minors dni! unprotected piv, oral sex (f receiving), size kink, multiple orgasms, pining, slight breeding kink even though r is on the pill, biting, r is kind of weird and steve loves it

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 5.8k

You’re smoking in the cemetery when Steve first meets you. 

You’re wearing all black: tights, leg warmers, and a long sleeve dress. He assumes you’re mourning someone freshly deceased, so he gives you a polite, acknowledging nod when you look at him. You don’t react. 

The wind is bitter, biting. The tip of your nose is so cold it’s numb, so you rub at it while you exhale a puff of smoke into the dreary November air. You watch the stranger find the grave he’s looking for, and when he squats down by it and disappears from sight for a few minutes, you go back to reading the names on the tombstones closest to you. Birthdays, death days. You think about how old they were - or how young. You try to picture them in your head. 

“It’s cold out here,” a voice says beside you. When you look up, there he is, hands stuffed into his pockets. He’s got a nice face: pretty pink lips and wide eyes framed with long lashes, cold-kissed cheeks flushed deep. His breath fogs in puffs of white vapor. “Do you want to take my jacket? I have another in the car.” 

Before you can respond, he's already shrugging out of the garment in question, a brown coat lined with warm-looking sherpa. You leave your cigarette in your mouth and slip into the jacket because that's what he wants you to do. "Thanks," you say around your cig.

"Who are you?" He asks the question in an almost demanding way, but then he catches himself and shakes his head with a grimace. "Sorry. I just haven't seen you around."

"It's okay. I just moved here." You tell him your name. He repeats it back, his voice soft but gruff in all the right places. You decide that you really, really like the sound of your name in his mouth.

"Steve," he introduces himself, then goes to shake your hand. He wants to ask why you're here. Why you'd move to this town while everyone else is trying to get out. Who you know that's dead. Instead, he just says, "Well. Welcome to Hawkins."

"Thanks," you say. It looks like he's going to leave - his car is parked in the street nearby, and he's walking backwards toward it. "Wait. I can't take your jacket."

"If "No, it's fine, take it. I don't want you to freeze out here." He pauses his backwards-walking. Bites at his lip like he's stalling, deciding something. "If you want to give it back, I work at the diner in town.

Basically every day. I make a mean coffee."

You ask, "Are you flirting with me?" and he freezes.

But then you smile, so he gives a nervous little laugh and looks away. "Bad place to flirt, I know. Sorry. I'll see you sometime?"

You nod at him, lips still quirked upwards, and he says something like okay cool bye before he rushes back to his car, clearly shivering.

Steve does make a mean coffee. He asks if you like it sweet, and you do, so he gives you a steaming mug of caramel-colored liquid, still swirling with freshly poured creamer and what looks like cinnamon. You take a sip and sigh deep.

🕯️

Outside, it's gray and gloomy and absolutely frigid, as it so often has been throughout autumn in Hawkins. You wore Steve's jacket all the way inside, until you slipped into the vinyl seat of your booth, and he'd practically tripped over his feet to come and greet you with a million-dollar smile. Now you're listening to his recommendations while the warmth of the coffee in your system spills outward to your limbs.

"And, I mean, the bacon is just... Crazy. You've gotta pour maple syrup over it." He lifts his hand to his head and makes an explosion sound with his lips pursed, fist opening in time with the noise. You snicker at him. "We have the real stuff, like, from the tree, not the other crap. You'll love it. Promise. Are you laughing at me?"

"Yes," you tell him, body shaking with giggles, and he doesn't even look hurt. "'m sorry, you're just funny. I'll take whatever you think is good, okay?"

Just when you notice that Steve's cheeks are tinted the prettiest, faintest shade of pink, he nods, spins around, and disappears into the kitchen.

He comes back ten minutes later with way too much food. There are too many plates to count, piled high with wide, fluffy pancakes, grits slick with butter, pepper-flecked scrambled eggs, and that bacon Steve promises is mind-blowing.

"Steve," you say as he slides the last plate onto the table. Perfectly toasted triangles of bread, with jam and butter. "I cannot eat all of this."

"Take whatever you can't eat to go. It's on me, if you're worried about how much it is. You told me to give you whatever's good, and there's a lot, so..."

"Help me?" You grab one of the napkin-wrapped bundles of silverware and unravel it, eyes on him. He takes in a sharp breath and looks around the diner.

It's Wednesday morning, ten o'clock. There's two other people nursing coffees at the bar, one of them reading a newspaper, the other watching the tiny television fixed to the wall. The emptiness of the place encourages him to slide into the seat opposite you. "Since you asked so nicely," he says, grabbing his own bundle of silverware.

The two of you eat around the assortment of plates, and he's right - everything is good. The bacon, smothered in that "real" maple syrup Steve talked up, is utterly divine. You eat until your stomach feels like it's stretched to double its size, and wash it all down with coffee and orange juice.

"Thoughts?" Steve asks. He wipes a sheen of hash brown grease from his lips with a napkin.

"Good. So good," you say, "but I'm going to need to hibernate after all of this.

"That's how you know it's good ole comfort food." Steve stands up and wipes his hands on his apron, then starts to stack empty plates in a complicated pile. You try to help, but he playfully swats your hand away with a chastising look. "'ll be back," he tells you and rushes off to discard the dishes and grab a few to-go boxes.

He doesn't let you help him pack up the leftovers, nor does he let you even see the price of everything you'd devoured. You try to stuff some cash into the pocket of his apron but he backs away with expert agility.

"First I steal vour iacket. now this? | feel like a leech."

"You're not a leech. I'm buttering you up on purpose."

"Oh?" You grab your discarded scarf from your seat and wrap it loosely around your throat. "And why is that, Steve?"

There's something mischievous sparkling in his eyes. He lets a couple beats pass, then slides over your plastic bag of to-go boxes. "Just welcoming you to Hawkins."

🕯️

You can't make Steve pay for your food and flirt with you on the job forever, and you certainly can't live on pancakes and bacon grease, so the two of you eventually move your hang-outs to non-working hours. You invite him to your place: a shabby little cottage on the edge of the forest, rented for stupid cheap from a family that just wanted to skip town and not worry about selling the house first. You've been here for a month or two, you're not really sure, but you've already settled in nicely. There are old wooden shelves pinned to the walls, sporting half-melted candles in silver holders and a few jars of oddities you've collected over the years: animal bones, butterfly wings, funny-shaped rocks, dried herbs. Long-dead flowers hang in bunches throughout the home, and on nearly every flat surface, there are collections of thoroughly used paint brushes and squeezed tubes of acrylic paint.

Stupidly, you'd tried to hide the countless canvases bearing your paintings in varying states of completion when Steve had first come over. But of course, he'd found them.

"Creepy," he'd mumbled while he browsed through your work. He caught himself sounding rude and stammered, "I mean, in a good way, in a really good way.”

He looked through your paintings for what felt like hours, oohing and ahhing at the whorls of black and violet and scarlet paint, portraits of frightened-looking women and blood-splattered angel wings.

Even though Steve must've already known you were somewhat... Odd, given your choice of clothing and jewelry and makeup, the sight of him taking in your art made your palms sweat. Because what if it was too much? What if he thought you were too strange?

Instead, he'd turned to you with a lightbulb-moment expression. "I should introduce you to Will, a friend of mine. He paints. He'd probably love this stuff. It's good."

And that had been enough to keep you from worrying that he'd run for the hills from you, yelling burn the witch!

Now, it seems silly that you could ever doubt Steve's interest in you. He comes by your house a few times a week, brings you leftover sweets from the diner that he promises were free of charge. He leaves you notes on the kitchen table that you never seem to catch him writing, and calls you on the days when he's too tired after work to come over. He wipes chocolate frosting from the corners of your lips and massages your forearms while you hum along to the mixtape you'd made for him, An Intro to Real Music, darkwave beats thrumming in the close quarters of your home. He makes your heartbeat feel unsteady.

"I have a stupid question," he tells you today, as one song peters out from the speakers and the next begins. He's rubbing circles in your arms, and the warmth of his touch is so comforting you think you could fall asleep like this.

"Hm?"

"What do you look like without your makeup?"

You can kind of hear him hold his breath. Truthfully, it's not a stupid question. Not when you wear black kohl eyeliner like it's going out of style, smudged all around your eyes and pointed outward at the inner and outer corners. You cover your face with foundation a shade or two too light, and your lipstick is always a smear of deep, wine red. Still, it's sweet that he thinks he's being insensitive.

"Normal. Boring, I guess. Why? You wanna see?"

"Seriously? No, no, it's fine. I was just... Wondering. Dunno." His hands find one of yours, and he rubs his thumbs into your palms to relieve the tension there.

Tension you didn't even know was there.

You peer up at him and smile, eyes finding his. "You wanna see. Okay, hold on."

Standing up from the cheap, rickety couch in the living room, you make your way to the bathroom and rifle through your cabinets for a container of Pond's lotion. It takes a good while to rub away all the makeup, but you're patient with it, and eventually you emerge from the bathroom makeup-free, skin shiny with moisture. Steve is still on the couch, and it looks like he's biting his nails when he looks up and sees you.

You gesture to your face and murmur a little ta-da! as you climb back onto the couch beside him. His arm snakes around your shoulders and he uses his free hand to pinch your chin, just to angle your face perfectly for his viewing. "God," he says.

"In a good way or a bad way?"

"Good, good," Steve rushes out, "I think you're just as pretty. But it's different. I like you both ways, I think."

You smile shyly at him, not really knowing what to say. The mixtape plays a few more songs while the two of you slip back into conversation. Steve is curious about you, and you feel the same about him, so you take turns trading little life anecdotes. He learns that you came to Hawkins because it's cheap and you felt drawn to its paranormal allure - you know, being cursed and all. You learn that he's lived here his whole life, long before it started getting...

Weird.

You don't ask him why he doesn't leave. The people he talks about, his friends, his found family, are clearly important to him. And they've stayed. Steve strikes you as one of the most loyal people you've ever met.

🕯️

It snows for the first time of the season in late November. You wake up to it that Sunday morning, pulling open the curtains and seeing flurries cascading down to the gray-brown earth. You get a fire going in the living room, poking at the flames with the set of wrought iron tools by the fireplace.

The phone rings.

"Hello," you say into the phone. You already know who it is - you don't get calls from anyone else.

"Did you look outside yet?"

"Mhm, it's pretty. I'm freezing." You twist your finger around the coiled cord of the landline, listening and agreeing in all the right moments as Steve invites himself over for coffee and banana bread. Both of which are provided by him.

When you hear the hum of his car engine outside, you wrap a blanket around yourself and swing open the front door to greet him. He's clad in a puffy jacket and a blue flannel underneath, nose beet red as he rushes through the door with a glass dish covered by aluminum foil. "Hi," you say and he shifts the dish to one hand to give you a quick hug. "Hi," he says back.

You both agree that the warmest place in your tiny is the rug next to the fireplace, so the two of you lay out some blankets and pillows there to share breakfast. The banana bread is, like, ridiculously good.

"Did you make this?" You cover your mouth to keep from spitting out a crumb while you talk.

Steve snorts. "No, my mom did. Sorry to disappoint."

You stop chewing and give him a funny look. "She made it... For me?"

"Oh, uh. No. I kind of swiped it from the kitchen this morning." He breaks eye contact and looks very focused on a speck of dirt or dust or lint on his jeans. It almost looks like he winces at himself. You hum your response, not really surprised by his admission. You swallow a mouthful of banana bread and chase it with some coffee. "I don't really talk to my parents," Steve blurts suddenly, and you give him another funny look, though you try to mask it. He charges on. "So they don't know about you. But my friends know. I mean, about you. I've told them about you."

His eyes flicker up to meet yours, and you're acutely aware of how soft his gaze is, how sweetly he looks at you when you're together. You couldn't keep from smiling if you tried. "What have you told them about me?"

Your question earns a scoff of surprise from Steve.

"What haven't I told them? That you're pretty, but, like, kind of intimidating at first. That you're an artist and everything you create is crazy good - art museum kinda stuff. You're smart, mysterious, and just... Cool. So cool. l've never met anyone as cool as you."

Laughing, you wrinkle your nose. "Nobody's ever called me cool before."

"That's insane. You really are so cool."

"You're embarrassing me," you mutter as your cheeks warm, surely spreading redness from your face to the tips of your ears. Steve says sorry, reaches forward, and grabs your hand. Your fingers intertwine and he's so warm, it thaws you out instantly.

It's hard not to pry any further. You want to ask Steve what you are to him - what he tells his friends you are. Just another friend? Some girl? Or something else? You open your mouth to ask but he doesn't see it, so he dives into a story about how the first snow of the season is always the most magical, because even though you see it every winter, its return carries the excitement and comfort and familiarity of seeing an old friend.

🕯️

December comes, and with it, more snow.

Christmas lights blink at you from where they line the homes on Steve's street, a few snowmen standing guard in the whiteness of the front lawns.

The car pulls into Steve's driveway and he puts it in park, turning to you with a grin. "Here," he announces unnecessarily.

The two of you make your way inside and hang up your outerwear, toeing your shoes off by the door.

You've brought a backpack with you, stuffed to the brim with everything you need to stay the night - Steve suggested that you two should have a

"sleepover" since his parents were out of town, and how could you say no? Of course, he'd made sure to qualify that it was an innocent sleepover, as opposed to... The other kind?

You're genuinely intimidated by the niceness of his house - it's bigger than any home you've ever lived in.

Even so, Steve looks embarrassed as he gestures around vaguely and says welcome. He asks if you want hot cocoa and you do, so you follow him into the too-big kitchen where he searches the too-big cabinets and too-big fridge for everything he needs.

You stand by the island and look around some more, only stopping when Steve places your warm mug in front of you.

You take a sip and shift around, the noise of your backpack ruffling catching Steve's "Oh, shit. You wanna put that upstairs? Sorry. Forgot you had a bag." He reaches out to take it from you and you oblige, trailing after him yet again as he leads you upstairs to his bedroom. It's crazy, the sheer amount of lights in his house. He has to flick a new lightswitch every few feet, and the house just keeps spilling out before you.

When you finally reach his room, he places your backpack on his neatly made bed. The room is nothing particularly notable, but the fact that you're in his room at all makes your neck get hot, and you bite at your lip to self-soothe.

"I don't know what you want to do tonight," Steve says, "but I have movies and music, some board games too. You can pick?"

He seems anxious, too, and you wonder if it's for the same reason that you are. The intimacy of being in his house for the first time, the fact that you'll be alone with him until tomorrow afternoon or maybe even later. The emptiness of the hours in front of you. The pressure to fill that time with something interesting.

"Let's make a fort." You take a few steps up to his bed and touch a folded-up blanket that sits atop his duvet cover. "Got more blankets than this? Pillows, too? We'll need lots of them."

So, you find yourself spending the night building a fort in Steve's living room with an array of sheets, blankets, comforters, and pillows. You two have creative differences regarding the structure, but when all is said and done, it's a pretty solid fortress.

You're panting from the effort of it all, the back of your shirt stuck to your spine with sweat, when you finally splay out on the pillows inside the fort. Steve is beside you nursing the last of his hot cocoa, equally spent from all the effort. "I haven't built a fort since I was a kid," he reflects, and you nod in agreement.

"Same here. That was fun. What should we call it?"

Steve thinks, shrugs his shoulders. "I'm bad at names. Let's just call it The Fort."

"Okay. The Fort." You let out a laugh and Steve's lips twitch into a smile. He reaches down at you and swipes a strand of loose hair from your face, expression turning serious. The change makes your heartbeat pick up a few notches. It's quiet, so quiet, until Steve says, "You are so pretty it hurts."

You're lying flat on the pillows and you want to sink further into them, because his words make you feel like you're melting. You mumble something that you hope sounds like thank you, shy under the intense gaze Steve's giving you. He licks his lips and you watch the quick flash of his pink tongue. Then, he sets his empty mug just outside The Fort, turning just for a second before he's facing you again. He shuffles around until he can lower himself onto the pillows beside you.

"I'm sorry. Was that too much?"

"What?"

"I said you're so pretty it hurts. And I meant it, by the way. But do you not like that? When I call you pretty?"

You tap your foot, pick at your nails, whatever you can do to expel some of the nervous energy that buzzes in you. "I do like it," you tell him, "especially because it's you saying it."

You can feel him moving beside you; your peripheral vision lets you see that he's turned his head so he can look at you. The sound of his breathing is closer than its ever been. Or maybe you're just more conscious of it than you've ever been. You close your eyes, turn your head to face him, and open your eyes again. Just like you'd thought, he's already looking at you.

You somehow find your voice enough to say, "You're also pretty. So pretty it hurts."

Steve's pupils dilate wide, and you think for a moment to a time someone had told you that your eyes do that when you're looking at someone you like.

You can't do it anymore. The holding back. You give up and kiss him.

Steve tastes like his hot cocoa, so sweet and chocolatey, but there's also the taste of him underneath the Swiss Miss that makes you shiver.

He holds you through the tremors, hands all over you but somehow not on you enough, and you struggle to breathe when he moves to climb on top of you and cradle your hips as you make out. Your tongues slide against each other and Steve's saliva is slick in your mouth, but you want more of him, as much of him as you can have.

You moan into his mouth and the sound makes him draw in a ragged breath through his nose.

"How can I get you to do that again?" The question is murmured against your lips, but before you can think of an answer, Steve is nosing at your jawline, inhaling your scent and pressing open-mouthed kisses to the smooth skin of your neck. You keen at him, sigh and moan at him, squirm underneath him with your eyes squeezed shut, and he loves it all.

"Yeah?" he asks once, when you moan particularly high in your throat. He'd found a sweet spot on the crook of your neck, and your noises encourage him to stay there until an angry, purple-red bruise marks you.

"Steve," you call out, because he keeps going. His hands slip under your shirt and he's warm on your belly, the soft fat of your hips, the roll of your skin underneath your bra. He unclasps the bra in one quick motion and then palms at the round swells of your breasts, nipples already peaked under his thumbs. "God," he gasps into your throat. "You're going to kill me."

"I would never," you whisper back. Steve huffs a short laugh and brings his lips back up to yours to kiss you deep. Then he breathes out, "Do you want this?"

He rocks his hips forward and you feel something hard bump against your hip. The sensation sends a cascade of butterflies throuah vou. "Please." is all is all you can manage to say.

So he peels your shirt from your torso and sets it somewhere to the side with your bra. Then he's staring at the newly exposed skin before him, the planes of your stomach and sternum, the soft flesh that's thrumming with the need for him. His lips are parted and his eyes are so, so wide.

"Beautiful," he murmurs before he litters your body with hot kisses. You don't think he's aware of how he's moving against you, the restrained length of his cock grinding down on you in search of friction. You hook your leg around his waist and cant your hips up to meet him and he makes a tortured sound, panting. Encouraged, he works on undoing your pants and working them from your hips, until you re just in your lace panties and fuzzy socks.

Steve looks like he really is going to die. Brown hair mussed, lips swollen and blushing, pupils taking over his irises. You want him inside you. So you tell him, "I want you inside me."

His brows knit together and his expression looks like he's been kicked in the head. "God, okay, of course, yeah. But I have to get you ready for me. That okay?"

You think you're so wet that you could take him already, but the prospect of him stretching you open in other ways is thrilling, so you let him roll your panties off and bring his fingers to the wet heat of your cunt, the flood of arousal pooled at your entrance. His eyes roll back for a second or two when he feels you.

"So wet for me," he says in a strangled kind of voice.

"Bet you want me to just fuck you already, huh?" His words simultaneously embarrass and arouse you, setting you aflame with need. You bite the inside of your cheek and nod, thin brows furrowing as he spreads your wetness through your folds, all the way up to the swollen nub of your clit. Your hips twitch and you gasp while he plays with you, his attentive gaze watching for every subtle change in your expression. He works you open with one finger, then two, the thickness of the digits inside of you leaving you whining.

He's still fully clothed, towering over you with his hand between your legs, and the fact that you're so vulnerable in the moment while he's still in his still in his stupid sweater and stupid jeans makes you want to rip the fabric from his body. But it's hard to move when he's scissoring his fingers inside of you, then leaning over and opening his mouth to let a mouthful of saliva drip down onto your already-drenched folds. You whimper at the obscenity of the gesture, then whimper some more when he brings his mouth to your cunt and spreads his own saliva with his tongue, his low grunts and moans vibrating against you. It's too much, but it's somehow not enough. You're writhing beneath him, the fat of your inner thighs pushing inward to cage his head between them, and he doesn't stop, he just keeps lapping at your cunt like a man possessed, fingers pumping into you at a relentless pace. The promise of an orgasm burns bright in the heat of your lower belly, and when it gets too much to bear, you go rigid and release a tortured sound from your lips.

Steve can feel your hole squeezing him like a vice, but he fucks his fingers into that extra tightness to help you ride out your orgasm, tongue prodding at your clit until you're twitching away from his touch.

"There you go, babe," he says as he pulls back from your oversensitive cunt. "That wasn't so hard, was it?”

You're too dizzy with lust to respond so you just nod at him. He moves back up your body to kiss you again, the taste of your cunt in his mouth, and when he pulls back he's smiling at you. "D'you like tasting yourself?"

"Yes," you breathe. Your hands search for the hem of his sweater and tug until he chuckles at you and obliges, undressing himself too slowly for your liking. When it's just him in his boxers and you in your socks, you sit up, gaze falling to the hardened length of Steve's cock obscured with a thin layer of fabric. You gulp because he's big. He's really big.

"Told you I had to get you ready." Steve smirks at you, having caught on to the way you looked at his cock. "C'mere, baby."

You breathe through your nose as you crawl over to him and palm his length through his boxers, salivating in your mouth when you finally get the courage to pull the elastic waistband down and free his cock. It's big and it's pretty and it looks almost heavy, the weight of it tapping his stomach briefly when it bobs free. His tip is wet with precum, and you bring your thumb up to spread it around, You breathe through your nose as you crawl over to him and palm his length through his boxers, salivating in your mouth when you finally get the courage to pull the elastic waistband down and free his cock. It's big and it's pretty and it looks almost heavy, the weight of it tapping his stomach briefly when it bobs free. His tip is wet with precum, and you bring your thumb up to spread it around, prompting a sharp inhale from Steve as he watches.

He curses under his breath.

"Spit on it," he tells you. His hand finds your hair and he pets at it.

You do as you're told, gathering spit in your mouth until it's enough to coat his cock. Steve's hips rock forward when you circle your hand around him and spread the wetness of your saliva, the glide of your skin on his too easy. He draws in another quick breath and then moves to stand up, only pausing when you grab at his hand.

"Where are you going?" You frown at him.

"Gonna get a condom," he says with a wry smile,

"What? You can't wait that long?"

When you shake your head, he laughs. You insist,

"I'm serious. I take birth control."

The smugness of his expression falls, his eyes The smugness of his expression falls, his eyes searching your face for a hint that you're joking, but when you're not he makes a show of flaring his nostrils and rolling his eyes back.

"Fuck, okay. Lie down."

So you do. You spread your legs for him to climb between, and his body is a welcome heat against yours; the feel of his skin on you is so tantalizing you think you might pass out. The prod of his head against your entrance sobers you up, and then he's sinking into you inch by inch, face pulled into an expression you want to memorize forever. But then he tucks his face into your neck to bite at your sensitive skin. his breath hot and needv as he So you do. You spread your legs for him to climb between, and his body is a welcome heat against yours; the feel of his skin on you is so tantalizing you think you might pass out. The prod of his head against your entrance sobers you up, and then he's sinking into you inch by inch, face pulled into an expression you want to memorize forever. But then he tucks his face into your neck to bite at your sensitive skin, his breath hot and needy as he bottoms out.

"How's that feel?" Steve grunts.

"Good, so good, please move, Steve." Your cunt squeezes around him in encouragement.

When he starts to fuck you in earnest, the slapping sound of skin against skin ringing out in the living room, the way he hits something blindingly good within you makes your mind go blank. You're not usually so pliant in bed, but he's so good, and you can't think to do anything other than just take it as he ruts himself into you. His hands come to grab your hips with a bruising grip, and even that feels impossibly good. Steve's not quiet about how much he's enjoying himself, either, responding to your sweet moans and cries with his own curses and grunts, good girl and so tight for me falling from his lips in an endless stream.

You're a panting mess beneath him when he reaches between your bodies to thumb at your clit, the sensation drawing a ragged gasp from you.

"Come for me again?" Steve asks but it's not much of a question, because he's dragging a second orgasm out of you already, fucking into you without abandon while you cry out his name and arch your back in pleasure. The sight of you like that, stretched out under him and lost in your own haze of lust, letting him fuck you as hard as he wants, it's just too fucking much for him. He leans closer to you and tells you he's going to come, and when you chant inside inside inside at him he damn near bites your neck open.

"You want me to fill you up?" He pants out the question while he chases his release, hips snapping into yours impossibly fast. You're nodding, eyes squeezed shut. "Huh? Tell me."

The blunt edges of his fingernails dig into the fat of your hips, and he doesn't slow down to let you speak easier. "Yes,"

' you gasp out, "Please, please fill

me up with you, please--"

"Mm. Good girl." Steve brings a hand up to pet at your cheek and then he's coming, hips stuttering as he fucks into you a few more times, somehow deeper than before, the head of his cock brushing against your g-spot while he spurts his cum within "Mm. Good girl." Steve brings a hand up to pet at your cheek and then he's coming, hips stuttering as he fucks into you a few more times, somehow deeper than before, the head of his cock brushing against your g-spot while he spurts his cum within you. The warmth of it makes you feel whole.

It takes a while for the two of you to come back to your senses. You're sweaty and struggling to breathe, wrapped up in him, and he brings his mouth to yours in a touchingly tender kiss that makes your stomach turn. Cum leaks from your hole when he finally pulls himself out. He looks at you with a dazed sort of expression when he slips his fingers into you again, pushing some of his semen back into your cunt. He beams at you as if you aren't whining and rolling your hips at his touch. "Can't let it go to waste, now, can we."

"You're evil," you say to him when he removes his hand from between your leg and kisses you on the cheek, settling into the pillows beside you again.

"Not always. You like it, don't you?"

A beat. "Yes," you confess.

"Knew it. We should shower. C'mon." Steve gathers the discarded clothes circling The Fort, then taps your hip to encourage you up. He leads you upstairs to his bathroom, where the shower is insanely big, and it's too tempting to keep yourselves from fooling around again when you're halfway through lathering your bodies with soap. And Steve fucks you again when you're in bed, hair still damp from the shower, then another time still when you wake up next to each other the following morning.

Outside, it snows so hard that the world looks like a painting. The lawn is powder white and the streets are empty, howling winter winds keeping you cuddled up to Steve for every morsel of warmth you can find. He kisses you like you're his, and you think maybe you are.

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[infamous-light]

You Belong to Me Ch. 3

Alcina Dimitrescu x F! Reader

Ch. 1 Ch. 2

AO3: You Belong to Me

Summary: Lady Dimitrescu's obsession knows no bounds as she becomes increasingly possessive over you. Will you succumb to her dark embrace, or find a way to break free before it's too late?

Word Count: 3.9K

Warnings: Yandere, possessive/obsessive behavior

You wished you were anywhere else but here.

After breakfast, Lady Dimitrescu requested that you be fitted for a new uniform. The idea of standing still while being scrutinized and poked around with a measuring tape was more than a little uncomfortable. Especially with Lady Dimitrescu watching. The thought of her critical eyes studying every inch of you added an extra layer of anxiety, making the entire process feel even more invasive and nerve-wracking.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as the heavy oak doors to Lady Dimitrescu’s bedchamber opened and a young maid entered, her head bowed in deference. She carried a small, leather-bound notebook and a tape measure in one hand. Her steps were brisk but quiet as she approached you. However, her eyes avoided direct contact with yours as she came to a halt a few paces away. Lady Dimitrescu’s gaze flickered momentarily to the maid, and with a subtle nod, she granted her permission to proceed.

“If you could please stand in the middle, I’ll begin.” The maid instructed softly.

You gave her a small nod as you positioned yourself in the center of the bedroom.

Her touch was light as she began to take your measurements. She moved with practiced ease, circling around you as the tape measure slid around your waist, chest, and shoulders. Each precise measurement was recorded in her notebook and the sound of her pencil scratching against the paper was almost hypnotic to your ears. As she continued her work, you became acutely aware of Lady Dimitrescu’s eyes on you.

Unable to resist, you glanced over at her.

She was a vision of elegance, lounging in an armchair by the fireplace while cradling a crimson wine glass in her right hand. She idly swirled the wine, the dark liquid catching the light and reflecting the fire’s glow. A hint of a smile played on her full lips as she observed you, her gaze unwavering and inscrutable.

The maid finished her task a moment later and stepped back from you, her eyes flickering to the Lady for the final approval.

“I have all the measurements, my Lady.” She said, her voice quiet and respectful.

Lady Dimitrescu took a slow sip from her wine, her eyes never leaving yours. She took a moment to savor the wine, holding it in her mouth before swallowing. She set the glass down on the small table beside her, the crystal making a delicate clink as it touched the surface.

“Very good, Irina. That will be all for now.”

Irina curtsied and hurriedly exited the bedroom, leaving you alone with the Lady. Lady Dimitrescu rose from her seat with a grace that belied her towering stature and made her way over to you. Her gaze swept over you, assessing.

“I must say, my dear, I can’t wait to see you in garments that is more befitting of your new station within this household.”

Her fingers brushed lightly against the sleeve of your current uniform, tracing the rough stitching and faded colors.

“Silk, velvet, and brocade,” she continued, her eyes gleaming with pride. “I will not have you clothed in anything less.”

“Thank you, my Lady.” You said awkwardly, a faint flush rising to your cheeks as you tried to suppress the unease that you felt.

It wasn't just her request to have you dressed in finer clothes that made you feel strange, but the fact that you would stand out among the rest of the staff. You were accustomed to blending into the background. The idea of drawing attention to yourself, especially in such a lavish manner, felt foreign and unsettling.

Why was she really doing this?

Lady Dimitrescu's lips, painted a deep red, curled into a satisfied smile at your gratitude.

“Now that we’ve had your measurements taken,” she carried on. “Come with me to my study. There is much to be done.”

***

Upon reaching her study, she pushed open the door and gestured for you to enter.

You paused by the threshold as the memories of what happened to the young woman flashed in your mind. The sight of her cold, lifeless body, the bloodstains that took hours to scrub clean – it all came rushing back, causing you to falter. Lady Dimitrescu noticed your hesitation and raised an eyebrow, her lips still curled in that ever-present smile.

“Is something the matter, dear?” She asked, her voice smooth yet tinged with a hint of mockery.

You shook your head, trying to steady your breathing as you stepped further into the room to avoid her knowing gaze. She stepped in after you and closed the door behind you with an ominous thud, sealing you in.

“Come, sit.” She commanded as she walked to her large, intricately carved desk.

She settled into a high-backed chair and crossed her legs with a feline grace. She took a moment to watch you as you walked over to the chair in front of the desk and sat down.

“You seem troubled,” Lady Dimitrescu observed, her tone deceptively gentle. “Surely you aren't still thinking about that incident with the maid?”

Though her words sounded caring, there was an underlying tone that dripped with cruel amusement. You swallowed hard, the memory of the young woman’s vacant eyes and the sticky warmth of blood coating the mop resurfaced with vivid clarity.

“I-I'm fine, my Lady.” You managed to stammer, desperately trying to maintain your composure.

“Good,” she purred, leaning forward slightly. “Because I have a task for you. There are several documents that need to be looked over and signed. I need you to retrieve all the files dated in May and June of this year and hand them over to me. Can you do that?”

“Yes, my Lady.”

“Start there.” She motioned her head toward a tall bookcase that took up the corner of the study.

You sat up from the chair and made your way over to the bookcase. The shelves were filled with neatly stacked files, each one labeled and organized by year and month. It didn’t take long for you to find all the June files which were aligned in their designated place. However, a few from May were perched just out of your reach. You stretched onto your tiptoes, your fingers grazing the edges of the files, but it was no use, the top shelf might as well have been a mile away.

Suddenly, you felt her presence appear behind you. Before you could turn, her large hand descended, resting on the nape of your neck. Her fingers, encased in supple leather, curled around your throat, almost possessive-like. Each fingertip pressed into your flesh with deliberate intensity, sending a wave of discomfort through you.

“Allow me.” Lady Dimitrescu murmured.

She reached up effortlessly with her other hand and grabbed the remaining files with ease. Her eyes met yours again. There was a glint of mirth in them as she observed your reaction.

“Don’t be afraid to ask me for help, darling,” she whispered, her voice a sultry caress. “In this castle, you are mine to care for. Do you understand?”

You nodded, trying to hide the shiver that skittered down your spine at the way she said the word “mine.”

“Yes, my Lady. I understand.”

You thought that would be the end of it, but Lady Dimitrescu continued to stare down at you. For a fleeting moment, you considered averting your eyes, but you forced yourself to meet her gaze head-on, swallowing down the fear that threatened to overtake you. As you did, her fingers flexed around your throat, the pressure intensifying momentarily before easing, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.

Lady Dimitrescu’s smile stretched, a primal gleam flickering in her eyes, and then, as quickly as it had appeared, the predatory spark receded.

“Let’s get started then.”

***

The atmosphere in Lady Dimitrescu's study had grown stifling over the past two hours as you both poured over paperwork. She finally broke the silence with a weary sigh, her fingers reaching up to massage her temples.

“I think we've been at this long enough,” the exhaustion in her voice was noticeable. “Let’s take a break and have some lunch. It’s about that time anyway.”

Her words were a welcome relief but despite your own desire for a respite, the thought of joining Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters for lunch made you feel uneasy.

“That sounds good, my Lady.” You replied, your tone carefully neutral.

Before you could even stand up, her phone rang, shattering the momentary peace like a bolt of lightning. The shrill ring seemed to cast a chill over the room, and you watched with bated breath as Lady Dimitrescu's expression shifted. Her usually serene features contorted into a mask of cold fury.

“Go ahead and have lunch without me. I must take this call.” She said, her tone brooking no argument as she picked up the receiver and pressed it to her ear.

With a nod of understanding, you rose from your chair. As you walked across her study, you glanced back briefly to catch a glimpse of her furrowed brow and tense posture. Her distress was palpable, etched into the lines of her face, and it tugged at your curiosity. You couldn't help but wonder why she was so visibly upset.

Who was calling her?

As you exited her study, a wave of relief washed over you. Finally, a moment to yourself. The tension that had been building in your shoulders slowly began to dissipate, but it wasn't long before a swarm of questions flittered around in your mind.

What should you do next? Should you find Catalina? Were her daughters even expecting you to join them for lunch?

The decision weighed heavily on your mind, but your concern for Catalina overruled your hesitation. You decided to find your friend first.

You moved with a sense of purpose as you navigated through the many hallways, your footsteps echoing against the carpeted floors. As you rounded a corner, you came across a maid dusting a drawer with her back to you. The soft swish of her duster stopped as she heard your approach. She turned to face you and her eyes widened in recognition.

You weren’t particularly familiar with her, but you had seen her a few times throughout the castle. You racked your brain for her name – Sofia, yes, that was it. Her youthful face was framed by a neatly tied bun, and her uniform was pristine.

“Good afternoon, Sofia.” You greeted her with a warm smile.

Instead of her smiling back at you, Sofia looked nervous, her eyes darting around the hallway as if expecting something terrible to happen.

“Please, don’t.” Sofia said in a low, trembling voice.

You frowned, confused by her reaction. “What’s wrong?”

She stared at you for a long moment, her gaze filled with a mixture of fear and urgency. Sofia glanced in both directions again, making sure no one else was within earshot.

“We can’t be seen talking to you. If the Lady or her daughters see us with you…” She trailed off, but the unspoken consequences hung heavy in the air.

Your eyes widened in alarm as her words sank in.

“What?” You interjected; your voice tinged with disbelief. “What’s going on?”

Sofia’s face paled and she bit her lip. Her gaze dropped to the ground, avoiding your questioning eyes. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves.

“Please, Sofia,” you implored, your voice a desperate whisper, “Can you at least tell me where I can find Catalina?”

Sofia's gaze snapped back up to meet yours, a flicker of hesitation evident in her eyes before she finally relented.

“She’s in the east wing.”

Her hurried glance around the hallway made it clear that she was eager to be done with this conversation. It stung more than you expected.

“Thank you.” You said softly, struggling to keep your voice steady.

You watched as Sofia turned away from you quickly, almost too quickly, as if being near you was a danger she couldn’t afford. With a heavy heart, you resumed your solitary trek down the hallway. Each step felt like a journey into deeper isolation. It was made worse as each passing maid averted their gaze once they noticed it was you.

As you pressed on, the silence grew, wrapping around you like a suffocating shroud. Soon, you reached the east wing. The hallways here were much quieter, the atmosphere almost serene compared to the tension-filled main hallways. Catalina stood near a large window, bathed in the soft glow of the afternoon sun filtering in.

“Catalina!” You called out her name.

She turned around from cleaning the windowsill and a spark of fear crossed her face. The cloth she held slipped from her fingers, falling silently to the ground.

“What are you doing here?” Catalina asked worriedly. She glanced around nervously, as if expecting someone else to appear.

“I wanted to check in on you.” You said, your voice carrying a note of concern.

She shook her head almost imperceptibly, her expression becoming increasingly forlorn with each passing moment.

“You can’t,” she whispered, almost to herself. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“What? Why?” Your voice wobbled with hurt as you looked at Catalina, hoping for some kind of explanation. “I don’t understand what’s going on! Everyone has been avoiding me!”

There was a long, tense pause as Catalina met your gaze, her expression a mix of pity and uncertainty. She seemed to be weighing her words carefully, reluctant to share whatever she knew.

She sighed and spoke softly. “The Lady’s daughters told us early this morning that we weren’t allowed to interact with you. That you were off limits. That you were…” She struggled to finish her sentence, glancing away as if the words themselves were painful to say.

“Catalina, what did they say?” You urged, your heart pounding in your chest.

“That you were the Lady’s pet.” She finally admitted.

You froze, the words hitting you like a physical blow.

Pet.

They all knew. Every single one of them. The realization washed over you, bringing a rush of emotions that you could barely contain. Tears welled in your eyes, blurring your vision as you shook your head in denial. This couldn’t be happening.

“I need to get out of here.” The words escaped your lips in a trembling whisper, barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

Catalina's eyes widened, catching the desperation in your gaze.

“You know that’s too dangerous,” she urged, her tone laced with fear. “Someone already tried to escape yesterday but she didn’t make it.”

For a moment, an unbearable silence hung between you two.

“I know,” you said plainly, your voice almost calm. “I saw what happened to her.”

Catalina's expression shifted from fear to horror.

“Miss Cassandra made me clean up what she did to her.”

Catalina gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. “Oh goodness,” she breathed, her eyes welling up with tears. “I’m so sorry.”

Catalina stepped closer, her hand reaching out as if to comfort you, but she stopped herself short. You could see the genuine sorrow in her eyes, but it did little to ease the suffocating dread that swallowed you whole.

“Please,” you pleaded. “I need to find a way out of here. I can’t keep doing this!”

You searched Catalina's eyes, seeking solace. Her gaze softened but there was a weight of uncertainty in her expression as she sighed.

“I think I know someone who may help.” She murmured, her tone cautious.

“I’ll take all the help I can get.” You said eagerly, grasping onto any sliver of hope.

“I can’t promise you anything, but I’ll try,” she replied. “For now, don’t seek me out. I’ll find a way to contact you.”

Relief flooded through you, soothing your frayed nerves. “Thank you, Catalina.” You breathed.

Catalina nodded before she glanced around warily. “You should get going now. I feel like we’re being watched.”

You nodded in silent agreement, your senses on high alert. It was about time you made your way to the dining room.

Every step was taken with caution, as if each movement might betray your presence to whatever unseen eyes might be tracking you. It was unnerving. The very air seemed to hold its breath, as if even the slightest sound could shatter the fragile veil of silence surrounding you.

Lost in your own thoughts, you barely registered the world around you until it was too late. With a sudden jolt, you collided with something solid. As you stumbled backward, adrenaline flooding your veins, you found yourself face-to-face with Bela. Her expression was dark and foreboding as she glared down at you.

“What were you doing here?” Her voice was low and dangerous as she spoke.

The seconds stretched into what felt like an eternity as your mind raced to come up with an explanation that might pacify her, that might be believable. Bela's eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing through you as if she could read your mind.

“Don’t you dare try to lie to me, little one.” Bela warned, her golden eyes burning brightly beneath the hood of her dress.

She stepped closer, her heels clicking against the floor, and grabbed your arms. A sharp twinge of pain shot through you as her fingers tightened around your biceps. In that instant, you felt a surge of fear, not just for yourself but for the staff who might inadvertently get caught in the crossfire of Bela’s anger if she knew you spoke to them. There was the risk that she would harm them anyway, but you could almost hear the unspoken plea in your own mind, urging you not to lie but to tell her the truth.

With a deep breath, you made your decision.

“I-I was talking to some of the staff, but I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to.” You confessed, the words tumbling out of your mouth in a rush.

Bela's expression remained impassive as she listened to your explanation, her features giving away nothing of her thoughts. Despite her apparent detachment, her sharp eyes caught the tear tracks on your face, and she frowned.

“You were meant to be at lunch with us,” she stated cooly, each word measured and precise. “I will inform Mother of this transgression.”

An impending sense of dread welled up within you. The thought of facing Lady Dimitrescu's punishment made your stomach churn.

“Let’s go. I will accompany you back to the dining room.”

With a firm grip on your left arm, Bela began to pull you along, her steps purposeful and determined.

***

The doors to the dining room loomed ahead, large and imposing. Bela wasted no time and pushed them open, dragging you along in after her. Cassandra, seated at the table, looked up from her meal, her eyes brightening with mischief as she caught sight of you.

“Aw, did you make her cry already, Bela?” Cassandra teased, her tone dripping with faux sympathy.

Bela responded with an exasperated eyeroll.

“She was in an area where she shouldn’t be.” She explained, her voice tinged with a hint of annoyance.

Cassandra gasped theatrically, her smirk growing more pronounced. “How naughty,” she purred, her tone turning suggestive. “She should be punished.”

“Hm, such a bad girl.” Daniela added with a wicked glint in her eyes.

Her smile only broadened as a furious blush spread across your cheeks at hearing those two words.

“Mother won’t be attending lunch, unfortunately,” Bela interrupted, changing the subject. “It’ll be just us this time.”

“Ah, I see.” Cassandra said, her tone devoid of emotion, though a flicker of understanding danced in her eyes. It was as if she knew the reason why her mother wasn’t present yet chose not to dwell on it.

Bela released her grip on your arm, the coolness of her touch lingering on your skin. She turned her attention toward Daniela, her expression softening slightly.

“Daniela, move over a seat. She’ll be sitting next to me.”

Daniela happily complied, her enthusiasm evident as she scooted over with a little bounce in her step. Taking your seat, you noticed Daniela grinning at you, her eyes sparkling with excitement. The proximity made you feel claustrophobic as you were sandwiched between her and Bela, their shoulders close to brushing up against yours. Cassandra, sitting across the table, raised an eyebrow unamusingly at Bela.

“She won’t be sitting next to you.” Bela stated matter-of-factly, though there was a hint of amusement in her voice that suggested she enjoyed ruffling Cassandra’s feathers.

Cassandra scoffed but the corner of her lips quirked up slightly. “Rude.”

You finally turned your attention to your lunch instead. In front of you was a salad bowl, a colorful mishmash of mixed greens, cherry tomatoes, sliced cucumbers, and roasted red peppers, all topped with a tangy balsamic vinaigrette. Even though it looked appetizing, you found yourself staring at it sightlessly. You tried to muster the courage to lift your fork, to pierce through the layers of greens and vegetables and take a bite, but something held you back.

“You’re so quiet.” Cassandra said, her voice breaking the silence. She gazed at you with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

Daniela giggled, her laughter light and infectious. “You can speak around us, you know.” She added, her tone warm and encouraging, trying to coax you out of your shell.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, feeling the weight of their attention on you. “Um – well, I don’t really know what to say.”

Cassandra leaned back in her chair, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Well, you could start by telling us a little about yourself. Like, where are you from?”

“Yes, we'd love to get to know you better!” Daniela chirped, her voice as sweet as honey.

You felt a pang of discomfort as all eyes turned to you, their gazes probing. Talking about yourself was never easy, especially to the Lady’s daughters. But as much as you wanted to retreat, you knew that you couldn’t avoid their questions forever.

“I'm from a small village not far from here. It’s near Lady Beneviento’s territory.” You explained, hoping to satisfy their curiosity with the simple answer.

Cassandra hummed, a low, contemplative sound. “We’re familiar with it.”

“It must be quite quaint living near her land,” Daniela remarked. “Have you had any encounters with her?”

You paused, a slight furrow forming between your brows. Daniela’s tone struck you as oddly eager for such a harmless question. You couldn’t shake the feeling that her interest went far beyond mere curiosity.

“No.” You said, your voice steady despite the tension creeping into your chest.

Bela, who had been silent up until now, suddenly spoke. “Do you have any family there?”

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of their collective gaze bearing down on you even more. Something wasn’t right here. The thought to lie struck you but you knew Bela would see through your deception.

“Yes… my parents.” You answered hesitantly, watching Bela’s reaction closely.

“I see.” Bela said, her tone flat and devoid of emotion.

She turned her attention back to her own plate, as if the conversation had never taken place.

You glanced back at your meal, trying to shake off the horrible feeling that settled low in your gut. Their interest in you seemed benign on the surface, but you couldn’t ignore the fact that there was something more sinister underfoot.

As you picked at your salad, the vibrant colors now seemed a little less bright, overshadowed by the turmoil that churned in your mind.