#hes just so mmmmf you know

[cerise-angel]

Will graham x fem!reader

dont know if this is smut? pre smut? something like that. maybe ill do a part 2 if i ever stop being lazy (i wont)

Will is crowding your personal space since he got back from work. It bothers you, mostly because you, and apparently him, had a long fucking day outside the warm cabin, and you wish nothing more than a long hot shower and a comfortable bed. Will is tense and in a awful sarcastic mood, but he tries to fall back into your graces by following you around the house like one of the dogs. You are also tense and a little annoyed at his "pushing you away verbally but pulling you in physically" antics, plus the whole mess you had to deal at your job today. Will seems to enjoy annoying you when he's annoyed. It seems he actually craves the banter that it turns into a heated argument and ends up with you panting under him. Not that you don't enjoy it the same. Will has a need to prove himself right, and by needing to prove yourself right, you have the need to prove him wrong. You're not engaging in any bickering today though. You already had an exhausting day full of meetings and arguments at work and even though you do like to counter whatever comes out of his mouth just to spite him, you decide not to play games tonight. Plus, it's a very toxic behavior you both have, and you promised your therapist (not Dr. Lecter) that you would not indulge it.

Will is not very happy with your avoidance and blatant neglect of his sarcastic tone and words, he does like to hear you whine and argue back. He crowds you again, right as you leave the bathroom wrapped in a towel. You roll your eyes knowing exactly what he's about to quarrel about. Usually, you leave the door open and unlocked when showering, since he has the habit of jumping in or just chatting with you while you get clean. Today you did left the door unlocked, but closed. Semi-closed actually, you like some privacy while peeing, you assume the wind has closed it. It's not your fault really, and you shrug when he gives you those stormy eyes. Will frowns, his mouth opening to say something when you actually leave him in the corridor, walking straight into your shared bedroom and, purposefully, closing the door. Will rolls his eyes and sigh, deciding you're done for. Inside the room you can't help but let out a small laugh. Even though you said you weren't going to engage in any discussions just out of spite, you realize that ignoring him just out of spite its a better game. This one you intend to play, and you think you could win.

Will storms inside the room shortly after your realization, and you cover your mouth to hide a smile. The dogs tried to follow you both, but he effectively locked them out with a small "tsk" and hand gestures. You put your nightgown on, and there he is crowding your space again. Will is right behind you, you can feel him trough the sheer fabric and see him trough the vanity mirror. He wraps his arms around you closing and locking you against him. It's so sudden and tight you end up gasping. Will smirks while resting his head on top of yours, and you chastise yourself for giving him the upper hand. He ducks his head down, breathing in your scent, before placing his head on your neck, looking at your anxious face trough the mirror. You know he can feel you panting and the mocking smirk he gives you is more than confirmation. You avert your eyes from his and try to get out of his cage. He tsks at you the same way he does with the dogs and you stop. He scoffs "Good girl." You give him an annoyed look paired with a mouthed "fuck off". He plays an offended act, teeth nipping at your neck. Will smirks, knowing he's about to win whatever new game you made. It's not his fault you make it so easy, for him at least, to see right through you. "What are you playing tonight, hm?" He mutters while dragging his nose against your neck, and you push him away slightly. That does seems to fuel him. "Nothing. Don't wanna argue, that's all." You answer in half truth, trying to walk to bed. It's quite difficult, since Will still has you locked in his arms, but he follows your lead anyway.

He laughs at your poor excuse, and turn you to face him in his embrace. You have to control yourself to not let whatever lustful needing emotions are growing inside you, focusing only on winning your own game. Ignoring him. Will drop his arms from you and sit on the bed. Without any need of instruction you place yourself between his thighs, while his hands decide to slide up and sown at the side of yours. He looks up at you with mischief in those puppy eyes and a fake pout and you want to punch him. "You know I don't like being ignored." He says before resting his chin on your tummy, and the way he looks at you is enough to have you whining. Which you do, embarrassingly, earning yourself another wolfish grin. "Seems like you don't like it either." You huff, pulling away slightly, still trying to win. Will falls dramatically on the bed, his hands rubbing on his eyes and then tangling in his hair. You go around the bed, but he stops you the middle, a hand pulling you by the thigh to lay down on top of him. You straddle him, sitting up as he props himself in his elbows. "Quit playing." His tone is a little desperate which has you smirking. You shift on top of him purposefully. "I'm not playing." Will rolls his eyes and you can practically smell the annoyance growing on him. He sighs audibly before squishing your cheeks together with one hand, the other rests, respectfully, at the end of your spine. "Quit it." you look at him with what you hope is defiance and not utterly need. You realize it was the later one when he places his mouth on yours, again and again, until his hand releases your cheeks and you give him a sheepish smile. "So annoying." He mutters with nothing but honey on his tone, before dragging his mouth to worship the column of your neck and the plateau of your chest. You whine again and both his hands slide down your body, one squeezing your ass and while the other rest at the base of your neck, keeping your face tilted to expose it. Will looks up to you, his eyes still daring you to keep going. You shake your head, sighing in defeat. As the little motherfucker he is, Will smirks against the valley of your breasts. "Smart girl."

[chuuminn]

✦ AMBROSIA WINE

mdni - adult content ahead, chuuya x fem!reader, featuring: oral sex ( f. recieving ), intentional lowercase, cursing ( it is chuuya, so... ) summary: chuuya imbibes.

"ain't this a sweet picture."

the familiar timbre of chuuya's voice is husky and appreciative as he looks up at you from between your thighs. ginger tresses cling to a damp forehead, draping in that deliciously disheveled style that alone has your stomach twisting in knots. the sharp corners of a wicked grin peek into your view, as he admires the valleys of your body sprawled out before him.

he rocks forward on his elbows, the mattress dipping when he leans down to press a lingering, deceptively sweet kiss just below your navel. a light sound of content escapes you as you relish in his touch, the familiarity and comfort in his affections lulling your eyes closed just in time to miss the flash of teeth.

"chuuya ?!"

shock pulls your from your ease when something grazes your abdomen, your eyes flying open to once again meet chuuya's. only now there's a flicker of mirth there, no doubt lit by the surprised gasp he pulled from you. the fabric of your undergarment is held between his teeth, and already he's pulling it down with a grin.

somewhere in the back of your mind, a less lust-addled version of you is scolding him. you did not want to go shopping for the upteenth time, just because chuuya had the unfortunate habit of ruining your clothes. it didn't matter that he had the money to replace them, that wasn't the point ! sure hands find your hips, quelling that small voice in your head with a squeeze as he guides you to raise your hips for him to better tug fabric down your thighs. his exhale tickles as he settles back before his quarry, scorching your sex with a breathy "fuck"

"so fuckin' sweet, love" his head drops forwards to lean your thigh, adorning the plush flesh with hot open-mouthed kisses. your heart jumps at the proximity to your now aching heat. normally you'd receive some sort of teasing comment for the instinctive reaction, but no such quip came. the executive wholly engrossed with the glossy slick that already decorated you. "prettiest pussy i've ever fuckin' seen"

his lips descend upon you. a needy groan rumbling from his throat as he buries his head into the crevice between your thighs. he kisses your clit, and encircles it with his tongue, drawing tender figure eights with the warm wet muscle. he’s skilled, but more importantly, he’s passionate.

curses and praise alike are hissed against your folds, words muffled by the continued lolling of his tongue. licking up your perineum, lavishing your skin, and delving deep into you. while he loved having you take his cock, there was an unmatched bliss that came with fucking you silly on his tongue. getting to enjoy the way your legs tremble either side of his face and how your hips roll timidly to seek more friction.

you were being shy. how cute.

he could help with that. chuuya’s hands grab at your ass and pulls, shunting you down onto his mouth proper to be welcomed by another curl of his tongue. most of the noises you babble are half formed or plain nonsensical, making him grin against your heat. he adores when you lose yourself to him, knowing that you trusted him to take care of you like this made some primal part of him preen.

you're fucking him back now, grinding your hips greedily against him as he makes out, sloppy, with your cunt. addictive. that’s what you were. addicting in a way that put his nicotine habit to shame. "chuu- mmmmf, god-"

"uh uh, sweetheart-“ he tutted, closing his lips around your clit and giving a punishingly harsh suck. he wasn't a religious man, but if there was a god (other the flaming beast that inhabited his body), he was pretty sure that divine fucker made you just for him. but even that didn't warrant leniency when it came to what spilt from your pretty lips.

he releases you with a merciful pop, and smirks up at your blissed out face. you just barely catch the swipe of his tongue across his lower lip, tasting the ambrosia you'd left dripping from his mouth.

“if you're gonna sing anyone's name right now," he moves, smearing your slick across your body with glossy kisses. till he finds himself hovering above your sweetly parted lips.

"it'd better be mine."

eeeeeeee, hope you liked the first entry to my masterlist !!! at the time of writing, it is obviously lackluster, but you can find it here ! thank you @thewickedjazzy and @flametrashira for looking over this for me and giving me the confidence to post hehe mwah !!

[moody-alcoholic]

Cross My Heart

Part 18 - Epilogue

Summary: poly141 x reader. Enemies to lovers, mini fic. CW: +18 MDNI explicit content. Sex, PiV sex, oral (F receiving), foursome (MMMMF), cum play??, mention of weapons.

AN: I'm going to be re-writing this and turning into a full length fic, as well as continuing the story. Don't know when that will be, until then this version will remain.

Previous parts - masterlist

Enjoy <3

3 months later

You genuinely have no idea how John manages to do the things he does. Even when you first got into the UK and he helped you with all the paperwork, he seems to have a contact for everything. Before you knew it you had a flat and a bank account, you were staying in London, almost every day for the first month Johnny and Kyle would take you out. 

After a few weeks you talked to John about wanting to join the army. You expected nothing to come of it, you would need to be a citizen first and that wasn’t happening any time soon. To your surprise John came to your flat the next day with a stack of paperwork and a week later you were being sent to basic training. 

It all happened so fast you hardly got time to process it all, you still don’t know what he did or who he spoke to but you’re not one to complain, it’s a new life and that's good. You got on well with the other girls in your training troop, you didn’t talk much about what happened in Urzikstan or about 141 but they were all interested in hearing your stories. 

Your head snaps up as your name is called. Emily walks out the office and smiles at you giving you a thumbs up. You smile back at her blowing out the nerves and walk into the office. 

“Sit down.” Captain Wilson says. You nod sitting down across the desk from her. She’s been your troop’s CO, she’s nice, her hair is always pulled back into a slick bun, she always manages to keep it perfect. You all started to wonder if she kept a bottler of hair spray in her bag. 

“You still haven’t picked a specialty.” She says looking up from the papers she’s reading. 

“No, I’m still not sure what I want to do.” You reply. 

“Well, we always need more medical staff and given your history you would be a good fit.” She says smiling at you. You’d thought about it, there were so many options the only one that sounded remotely interesting was being a combat medic. You’re just not sure if you want to dedicate that much time to studying though. 

“I’m just not sure.” You reply. 

“If you want I can schedule for you to shadow someone from the medical team, it will give you a better understanding of how they work?” She offers raising an eyebrow. 

“I think I just need to sleep on it. I’ve spent the past few weeks focusing and training for pass out. I haven’t put much thought into it.” You say, you don’t know if it will be a satisfying answer for her or not. 

“Well. As for your general performance I am very impressed. Only one note on file for attitude, and contraband.” She says, you remember that day, you just woke up on the wrong side of the bed and snapped at her for some reason. It was your only disciplinary. 

“You’ll be joining an SAS unit.” She looks up at you and frowns then back down at the paper. “Very unusual for private’s to go straight into a unit like that but I’m sure Captain Jonathan Price will be lucky to have you.” 

You smile at her and nod. You got a few days off over Christmas but that was it. You’re looking forward to seeing them again. You didn’t ask them to come to your pass out ceremony but John said he would pick you up. 

“Do you have any family coming today?” She asks. You shake your head. “Well. I will wish you luck with your new unit, and the rest of your career. Do you have any questions?” 

You shake your head  and stand up saluting her before you leave. You’re still not too much of a fan of the rules, the properness of it all. It’s better than you thought, and at least you managed to stick it out for 3 months. 

“So what unit are you going to?” Emily asks as you step into the dorm room. 

“Just some medical corps.” You lie going over to your bed. She’s already half dressed in her formals. You open your cupboard pulling your top off over your head. “What about you? Still going for engineering?” 

“Yeah, got another few months of training then I'll be qualified.” She says buckling her belt up. “I think you’ll be a good medic Pepper.” 

“Please don’t call me that.” You plead looking over at her. 

“Sorry mate but you’re never going to live that down.” She says chuckling and coming over to you. You kick your boots off. 

“Check my bun?” She asks, turning her back to you. You watch as she secures her cap. 

“It’s fine.” You say. She smiles and turns to you. 

“Meet you down there?” She says heading to the door. You nod and look back at your uniform laid out on your bed. 

…

You’re nervous as Captain Wilson hands out the dummy weapons. Drill was definitely one of those lessons you hated the most. You liked it when you were out doing something. Even if it was a 10k walk with a full kit, it was better than 4 hours of a drill instructor screaming in your face. 

Everyone is getting excited, checking out the crack in the doors to the grandstand where family members and friends are all taking seats. You have to do this parade then you’ll get your badges and it will all be over. All you care about is seeing them all again. Johnny, Simon, John and Kyle, you would think of them when you were down or having a bad day.

You would remind yourself that they could do it so could you, although you imagine SAS training is a little more intense. You get into position and look round the rest of your troop, a lot of people dropped out, or at least it felt like that. Some people got rolled back for medical reasons and it doesn’t feel right moving on without them.

You’re not listening to the short speech Wilson is saying but you start looking for Emily in the lines of people. She had been your closest friend, and slept in the same bed next to you for 3 months. Her mother and sister will be here today, her father works on an oil rig. 

You hear the call to attention and straighten yourself up resting the weapon over your shoulder. Things go smoothly, you don’t bother paying much attention to the crowd of happy family members clapping and cheering for their loved ones. 

You wonder if your parents would have been happy for you. No, they wouldn’t have been happy unless you became a doctor. Now you’ll still probably end up fighting in the same war they died in, only this time you picked a side. 

You all come to a halt in perfect lines facing the grandstand. Captain Wilson steps up to a podium and begins a speech, when she finishes everyone claps, then you’re called up one by one in alphabetical order and given your new private badges then a picture is taken with you and Wilson. 

When your name is called you walk over to her. “Private.” She says handing you the badge.

“Thank you.” You say taking it and turning for the camera. 

You hear loud whooping and cheering. Your eyes snap over to the person calling. You know it's Johnny before you see him. Your eyes find him standing off to the side waving. You feel yourself blushing, you told them not to come. You turn back to the camera and smile then go back into your position in line. 

“Who’s that?” Emily mouths at you from across the way. You shrug, you’re still trying to get rid of the embarrassment. The rest of the names rush by and before you know it you’re all being marched back.

…

As soon as you’ve handed the weapons back you’re all allowed to relax and leave to go catch up with family, then you all get to go home. You scan around the crowds of people, you see people hugging and crying. Caps being thrown in the air like this is some college graduation. 

“Good day Private.” You hear a familiar voice behind you. You smile, turning to see John standing behind you. You want to hug him, you want to throw yourself in your arms. Then you see Johnny come up behind him throwing his arms around you. It almost knocks you off your feet, your hat flies off your head. 

“Look at you! Fucking sexy lass.” Johnny says, breaking from the hug. You smile at him, but you’re not sure what to say. 

“I told you not to come.” You say looking past Johnny at John, you see Kyle and Simon now. Simon’s just wearing a black mask over the lower half of his face. 

“Pepper!” You hear Emily behind you. 

“Pepper?” Johnny asks, throwing his arm over your shoulder. You reach down and pick up your hat. 

“I told you not to call me that.” You say through gritted teeth smiling at her. 

“This is my mum and sister. I’m going to show them the dorms, want to bring your-” She doesn’t know how to finish the sentence. 

“Friend.” You say. 

“I’ll come!” Johnny says excitedly, extending his arm out to shake Emily's hand. You nod then follow her, with Johnny on your heels. 

…

You were glad when you finally got to leave, Johnny helped you pack the last of your things then you head out to the car. John is leaning against the hood. Johnny insisted on carrying your bag. You can see other people getting into their own cars, family members. 

When you get to him he hugs you. “You look good.” John says. You smile at him and he reaches over opening the door and you get in. 

“Where are Simon and Kyle?” 

“Stealing muffins.” Johnny calls slaming the boot closed. 

“Muffins?” You ask, looking at him as he gets into the car next to you. 

“The chocolate muffins from the mess. I don’t know what they put in them but man they’re good, we’ve never been able to find them anywhere else.” He explains.

“It’s not that big of a deal.” John says. 

“But enough that you want to steal some?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. Before anyone can respond the boot opens again. You look back to see Kyle and Simon putting a box in the back. Kyle comes to get in the back next to Johnny and Simon gets in the front. 

“You took a whole box?” Johnny asked. 

“They’re not going to miss them.” Kyle says. 

“Are they really that good?” You ask. 

“I’m pretty sure they put crack in them.” Johnny says. John chuckles then starts to drive. 

“So what’s with the nickname, Pepper?” Johnny teases. You sigh.

“Nothing, just something silly.” You say nudging. You’re lucky you’ll never have anyone calling you by that again. 

“Oh c’mon love, we won’t laugh. Promise.” Johnny says. You let out a sigh, maybe if you tell them they’ll leave you alone. 

“Okay, one of the first nights we were in here I accidentally sprayed pepper spray in my eyes. The name just kind of stuck.” You explain. Johnny does chuckle, you elbow him. 

“Sorry, how do you do that accidentally ?” He asks. 

“I thought it was deodorant!” You protest. 

“Why were you spraying that in your eyes?” Kyle asks, smiling. 

“I wasn't-” You tut folding your arms and looking out the window. Johnny chuckles again, his hand coming to rub your thigh. You let him touch you, you haven’t seen them in 3 months, you’ve missed their touch.  

…

Before you even make it into John’s flat Johnny and Kyle are all over you. 

“Missed you so much love.” Johnny says his tongue runs up your neck. Kyle’s hands are up your shirt, your bra already unbuckled. 

“You two have no patience.” Simon says taking your coat as they pull it off you. 

“We haven’t seen her in 3 months.” Johnny calls his hands around your waist pulling you towards the bedroom. You trip on your feet stumbling into Johnny’s arms. 

“Calm down.” John says coming over to you. His hand lands on your back. “Not your turn anyway.” John pulls you out of Johnny’s arms and into his. His hands run up your arms to your shoulders, then up your neck. 

His thumb brushes your lips, you look up at him. He doesn’t look as tired, maybe he got some good rest. 

“You are amazing. I’m so proud of you, we all are. We’ve booked a restaurant later, to celebrate.” John says. “But first, you look uncomfortable in those clothes.” 

“You didn’t warn me how much the dress uniform itches.” You smile, he reaches down and kisses you. His hands wrap around your face pulling you into the kiss. His touch is soft, you feel someone come up behind you, their arms wrapping around your waist. 

You break from the kiss looking up at him. He leads you to the bedroom. There are always hands on you, pressing on your skin. John guides you over to the bed, you’re pushed down. Simon comes round your head stroking your face brushing hair out your eyes. John and Kyle’s hands run over your thighs pulling the rest of your clothes off. 

John pulls your chin up to look after he’s finished pulling the rest of his clothes off. “Look at me baby.” 

You blink up at him, as his hands run over your body. John leans over you, you feel other hands on your skin, other voices muttering praises into your ears. 

John’s mouth works its way down your chest and your stomach. You look over at Simon slips in the bed behind you grabbing your shoulders and resting your head on your knees. You’re propped up watching as John works his way down your thighs kneeling at the end of the bed.  

He looks up at you as you spread your legs for him, he smiles before leaning in and pressing his tongue through your folds. You moan arching your back, his hands grip your hips stopping you from squirming. 

Johnny and Kyle climb on the bed next, one on each side of you. You flick your head between them reaching out as John circles his tongue over your clit. It’s not long before Johnny and Kyles hands land on your chest. Their fingers squeezing your nipples, they look up at each other. Johnny licks his lips before leaning forward to make out with Kyle.

“Christ,” You breathe, Simon chuckles as you squirm in John’s mouth. Johnny and Kyle’s hands don’t stop playing with your breasts though, even though their mouths are locked together. You relax against Simon, John’s fingers grip your waist tighter. 

“You close love?” Simon asks, his voice is low like butter. You nod your breathing turns into pants. 

“Already?” Johnny asks, you look up at him, Kyle’s face is buried in Johnny’s neck. 

“You try to last 3 months without sex.” You say between pants, John tongue speeds up flicking against your clit. You squeeze your eyes close and arch your back as much as you can as you cum. John’s hands stroke your thighs as he rides you through the orgasm. 

“Not even a cheeky wank?” Johnny asks. Simon tuts. 

“There’s no privacy in that place,” You say relaxing down on the bed. John comes up from between your knees. 

“Johnny doesn’t care about privacy.” Simon says, Johnny winks at you before both him and Kyle look down at John with puppy dog eyes. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You reply, you watch as John comes over to Kyle his lips shine in the light. One of his hands wraps round the back of Kyle’s head pulling him in for a kiss. Johnny makes a disappointed noise as Kyle steps off the bed with John. You look up at Simon as you hear clothes being removed, Johnny pulls his shirt over his head and you run your hand across his stomach. 

“Fuckin stunnin love.” Johnny says one of his hands reaching down to brush your head. You smile at him feeling heat build up in your face. “Prettier when you blush like that.” He teases. 

You feel hands land on your thighs again, you look over to see Kyle naked at the end of the bed. John is stood behind him, his arms wrapped around him, his hands running up and down his chest. Kyle looks over at you, one of his hands runs up your thigh tracing the marks John left. When his fingers brush your clit you whine spreading your legs further for him.

He smiles at you pressing two fingers against your entrance, you almost want to beg him to push them into you. You keep your eyes fixed on him as he moves to line himself up with your entrance. When he eases into you moan, your hands gripping fistfuls of the bedding. You hear Kyle moan too, you look over watching John pressing kisses on his neck. 

Johnny reaches over, pressing his fingers on your clit. You reach over to grip him clenching round Kyle which makes him moan again. 

“Fuck Tav.” Kyle says looking blissed out. 

“What? Fucked out already?” Johnny teases. 

“Na, he can take it.” John’s almost growling in his ear. Simon chuckles and he reaches down to play with your breasts. Johnny attention fully on your clit as he teases Kyle. Simon’s hands are gentle, his thumbs brushing your nipples each time it sends throbs down your body. 

“Seems like you’ve really missed us.” Johnny says, you nod moaning in response as his fingers rub your clit in time with Kyle’s thrusts. 

“You’re one to talk.” Simon says. Yeah you missed them, everyday. Not even the sex though, just the company, just being around them. Basic was lonelier than you thought, John came and spent Christmas with you but Simon, Johnny and Kyle all went home to family. It was nice to see him, even if it was only just for a few days. 

Kyle’s hands grip you tight, angling you up slightly. It feels good, has you squeezing the bedding and gritting your teeth. You squeeze round him again which makes him moan, speeding up his thrusts. Johnny chuckles pressing his fingers harder on your clit.

You're out of practice and tired, with all their hands on you pressing each of your sensitive spots in time it's almost too much. You close your eyes letting yourself enjoy each feeling, each persons hand's on you. Simon's praises in your ear, John's mumbling in Kyle, Johnny's fingers teasing you, he knows how much to give you, but not to push you over the edge. 

It still happens quickly though, “Kyle-” You call as you cum. Johnny presses down on your clit as you pulse round Kyle. This time Simon doesn’t let you arch your back, his arms pressing you down. Johnny and Kyle ride you through the orgasm. Kyle didn’t cum though and after a few seconds he starts fucking you through the overstimulation. Johnny’s hand leaves your clit and you whine. 

He chuckles coming over to kiss you. 

“Fuck-” You almost miss Kyle moaning your name. Johnny pulls away and you both turn to watch Kyle pull out of you as he cums. Hot ropes shooting over your stomach. John reaches round to grip his cock stroking him until he starts twitching against him. 

You can hear him muttering praise in his ears, it makes you smile. Johnny lets out a sigh running his tongue across your stomach collecting some of Kyles spend in his mouth. He winks at you leaning back down to kiss you. He doesn’t get a chance though, Simon grips his hair pulling him up to his mouth instead. You let out a breath as they tower above you, the wet sounds of their sloppy kiss fills the room. 

“You broken?” John asks from the end of the bed. You open your mouth but you don’t know what to say, instead you just let out a sigh. You hear him chuckle and he goes over to grab a towel passing it to Kyle. He comes over and starts to wipe your stomach. 

“Aww.” Johnny whines, breaking from the kiss as you sit yourself up off Simon’s knees. 

“Down Johnny.” You hear Simon say as he pulls him away from you. “There'll be plenty more.” Kyle chuckles standing back up as John is looking round for his clothes. You yawn rubbing your forehead scooting to sit at the end of the bed. 

“Nap?” Simon asks, his hand rubbing your back. 

“What about the restaurant?” You ask.

“It’s not for a couple of hours, you look like you could use it.” John says handing you some fresh clothes. You nod standing up off the bed and handing the towel to Simon who walks round you. 

“Might join you.” Kyle says stretching. 

“We’ll wake you in an hour.” John says leaving the room with Simon. 

…

When you wake you see Johnny in the bed too. Your mouth is dry, you’re thirsty, you slowly slip out of bed. Johnny murmurs but his hand finds Kyle and he pulls himself next to him. You tiptoe out the room pulling a dressing gown round you. You look out into the living room, you can see someone standing on the balcony. When you get closer you can see it's Simon.

You smile heading over to the door. He turns as you open it, taking the cigarette out his mouth. 

“Hey,” he says. 

“Hey.” You reply, it’s still dark out, there’s a chill in the air, you only have a thin robe on. You walk up next to him and he wraps his free hand round your waist. “I’ve missed you all.” 

“Yeah, we missed you too.” He says. 

“Where’s Price?” You ask looking back into the kitchen. 

“Had to go to work, he didn’t want to wake anyone.” Simon says, you let out a sigh. 

“Why did you lie about the nickname?” He asks. You freeze all of a sudden. 

“What do you mean?” You ask, trying to play dumb. He just sighs looking down at you. You lean your head against him. 

“Emily bought a bottle of pepper spray in. The CO found it, and said we’d bought an illegal weapon on the base. Told us if the person who didn’t own up we would all face consequences. It was implied we might all end up being kicked out. So I said it was mine. She made me spray it in my face as punishment.” You chuckle, it was kind of funny now you’re thinking about it. “I wasn’t exactly in the mood to be kicked out on the second day.”

“I like it, Pepper, spicy just like you.” Simon says, taking a puff of his cigarette. You tut and nudge him. 

“I hate it.” You say. 

“It’s better than Soap.” Simon chuckles, pulling you tighter against him.

“How did you know?” 

“Price was keeping tabs on you.”

“I was getting special treatment?” You ask.

“No, just keeping an eye on you.” He says, you sigh, reaching round to hug him. He turns to face you. 

“What happens now?” You ask. 

“Now we catch the bad guys.” He smiles. 

“Jamal and Khaled.” 

“And many more.” He says. You relax against him looking out into the dark black sky, you can see the buildings light up the skyline. You’ve never been in a city this big before. 

“You never choose a specialty.” Simon says as a matter of fact. 

“My CO wanted me to go the medical route.” You reply. 

“You don’t want to?” He asks, looking down at you. 

“It’s another 8 months of training.” You say, looking back out at the city. “Longer if I want to be a CMT.” 

“We could use a CMT.” He says. 

“I’ll think about it.” You say. He smiles, reaching down to kiss you. He tastes of smoke but you don’t care. He breaks from the kiss first. 

“C’mon Pepper, we should wake the others, John said he’ll meet us at the restaurant.” He smiles. You huff following him inside. You turn around taking one last look at the London skyline. 

“I fucking hate that nickname.” You say smiling as you follow him back into the flat.

Banners by plum98

[hazbinfallinginaspiral]

Smoke Break

Vox’s voice crackles through the intercom. “Honey bun, get in here.”

I sigh, wiping my hands on my apron before stepping into his office. The glow of his screens flickers over him, casting digital light across his form. His shoulders are tense, his fingers drumming impatiently against his desk.

I know that look.

I cross my arms, standing in front of him. “Sweetheart, you know you shouldn’t be doing this so often.”

Vox scoffs, leaning back in his chair, his grin sharp but tired. “Oh, please, hon. You know the deal. You wanna keep me away from Val, you gotta step up.”

I frown. “I do step up. But this isn’t what you need right now, sweetheart. You need a break, not a hit.”

His screen flickers, static buzzing around him like an irritated fly. “I don’t have time for a break.”

I place a hand on my hip. “Well, that’s just too damn bad.”

His grin twitches, then smooths out again. “You’re so stubborn, you know that?” His voice drops into something softer, sweeter. “Lucky for me, I know just how to handle a hard-headed housewife.”

Before I can react, his left eye spirals.

The second I see it, my mind blanks.

It’s so pretty, and his voice is so smooth, so easy to listen to.

“There we go, honey bun,” he coos, his voice sinking into my head like syrup. “Let’s stop arguing, yeah? Be a good girl and do what I asked.”

I feel my lips part slightly, my body tingling, my thoughts dissolving into nothing.

“Do what I asked,” he repeats, gentle but firm.

And I do.

Still in trance, I let the smoke pour from my pores, just like he wanted. My control is usually precise—I choose what I release. But right now, I can’t choose.

It all comes spilling out.

The room fills instantly with thick, curling smoke—far more than I intended, a mix of the wrong toxins, too much at once.

My body slumps against Vox’s chest, a dopey grin spreading across my lips as warmth floods my limbs. Everything feels so nice, so fuzzy. I nuzzle against him, giggling softly.

“Mmmh… warm…”

Vox stiffens beneath me, his body instinctively fighting the effect for half a second—then it overtakes him.

His screen flickers, his muscles going slack. His usual sharp edges blur as static crackles lazily through his voice.

“Hhhhnn… whuh…?” His fingers twitch against his desk before his whole body melts into his chair.

His grin softens, almost dreamlike. “Hhhahhh… ohhh…”

I giggle again, my eyelids heavy. “See…? I told ya… needed a break…”

Vox groans, sinking deeper into the feeling, unable to fight it, unwilling to fight it. His arms feel like lead, his mind thick with haze.

“Mmmmf… shit, honey bun…” He giggles—a rare, genuine, loose laugh. “You really did tell me, huh…?”

I nod sleepily against his chest. “Told yaaa…”

His arms, sluggish but affectionate, wrap around me, holding me close as his body succumbs to the warmth, the bliss, the weightless, mindless calm.

“Gonna… gonna keep you in my office more often,” he slurs. “Way better than Val…”

I hum happily, my fingers idly tracing little circles on his chest. “Course I am, sweetheart… ’m your wife…”

Vox sighs, utterly relaxed. “Yeah… you are…”

And just like that, he stops thinking entirely.

Just holds me close, both of us lost in the warmth, in the haze, in the perfect, weightless peace of it all.

Time drifts. Soft and syrupy, melting away like sugar in warm tea.

Vox’s arms stay around me, his chest rising and falling with lazy, static-laced breaths. I feel good. Soft. My body molded against his, my fingers idly tracing patterns on his suit.

Then the door slams open.

“VOX, WHAT THE FUCK?”

Valentino’s voice rips through the haze, sharp and irritated. I barely lift my head, blinking slow and heavy. Vox, still loose-limbed and dazed, barely stirs.

Val stomps in, his wings twitching in agitation. “We had a meeting, dickhead! You were supposed to show up!”

Vox makes a garbled noise, somewhere between a chuckle and a sigh. “Mmmnnh… sorryyyy, Val… kinda… busy…”

Val’s glare drops to me, then the haze around the room. He sniffs, then rolls his eyes. “Ugh, you two and your fuckin’ smoke breaks.”

He doesn’t even bother resisting. It’s my smoke—he knows it’s safe.

Or so he thinks.

He strides over, still mid-rant. “You know how fuckin’ bad it looks when my business partner—”

Then he reaches the chair.

And it hits him.

His steps slow. His body sways.

“Ohhh… shit…”

His pupils dilate, his fingers twitching at his sides. His anger evaporates, warmth curling into his chest, his mind growing fuzzy, slow, nice.

Vox snickers, his head tilting against mine. “Mmmnnh… there he goes…”

Val blinks sluggishly, the tension in his body draining. “Nnnffhh… fuck, that feels good…” He exhales, his hands dragging down his face before smoothing back through his antennae.

Then his gaze, hazy but still sharp with mischief, flickers to me.

“Well, well, well…” He grins, stepping closer. “Looks like my little TV’s all fucked up on his sweet wife’s little cocktail.”

He leans down, one hand stroking Vox’s cheek, the other trailing under my chin. “But why stop there, huh?”

Vox hums, melting into the touch. “Mmm…?”

“C’mon, baby,” Val croons, his voice syrupy and coaxing, his lips brushing against the edge of Vox’s screen. “Why don’tcha talk to your girl a little more? Make her all nice and warm, real deep, real soft.”

Vox’s eye flickers, the remnants of that spiral spinning sluggishly in his gaze.

“Yeahhh…” His voice drops into a low, hypnotic purr. “C’mon, honey bun… let’s get you even softer…”

The second his voice wraps around me, I sink.

A deep sigh leaves me, my muscles loosening, my body melting further against him. My mind barely functions beyond the sound of his voice, the warmth of his words.

And just like that—more smoke pours from me.

Val stiffens for half a second before a long, shuddering exhale leaves him.

“Ohhh fuck…”

His knees nearly buckle, but he doesn’t let them—he just scoops us both up and drops down into Vox’s chair, pulling us onto his lap with ease.

Vox snickers, loose and hazy. “Mmmhh… Val… you really missed me, huh?”

Val groans, his arms wrapping around both of us. “Shuddup.” His lips press to Vox’s cheek, slow and languid, trailing along the edge of his screen. “You’re fuckin’ lucky you’re cute when you’re all drugged out, baby.”

Vox hums, melting further.

Then Val’s lips trail over to me.

“Mmm… and you,” he murmurs against my temple. “Always givin’ your man just what he needs, huh? Ain’t that sweet of you, doll?”

I giggle, my body completely pliant in his hold. “‘Course I dooo…”

Vox groans, barely able to lift his arms but still managing to wrap them lazily around my waist. “Mmmhh… fuck, I love my wife…”

Val smirks against my skin. “I bet you do…”

His kisses continue, slow and lazy, while all three of us sink deeper into the haze.

“Mmmh… look at her, all soft and melty already,” Val purrs, his fingers dragging lazily through my hair. “She’s so easy to work with, ain’t she, baby?”

Vox chuckles, his voice thick with static and bliss. “Mmmyeah… so easy… so good for us…”

I giggle, shifting in Val’s lap, nuzzling against his chest before turning to press a kiss against Vox’s screen. Their arms are wrapped around me, holding me close, keeping me warm and right where I belong.

Val hums, his mouth pressing against my temple, his voice a slow, intoxicating drawl. “C’mon, sweetheart… why don’tcha just sink for us?”

Vox joins in, his tone silky, hypnotic. “Sinking feels so nice, doesn’t it, honey bun?”

I sigh, my head growing heavier, my body melting further against them. “Mmhmm…”

Val grins. “That’s right, baby. Let us do the thinkin’ for you, yeah?”

“Mmm… yeah…”

Vox chuckles, his fingers trailing down my spine, sending tingles through me. “Let’s count you down, honey bun. You wanna go deep for us, don’t you?”

I nod, a sleepy, dopey little smile on my lips.

Val’s grip tightens, his voice dropping into a low, syrupy purr. “Alright, doll. Let’s start nice and slow. Ten…”

My breath hitches, anticipation thrumming through me.

“Niiine,” Vox coaxes, his voice electric, his static buzzing softly.

My eyelids flutter.

“Eight,” Val murmurs, his fingers curling into my hair, tugging gently.

My lips part slightly, a quiet little sigh escaping.

“Seven,” Vox continues, his antennae twitching under my breath. “You’re feeling so good, aren’t you, honey bun?”

I shiver, nodding. “S-So good…”

“Six,” Val croons, his lips brushing against my cheek, his voice dripping with praise. “You’re so good, sweetheart.”

“Mmmh…”

“Five,” Vox whispers, his voice sinking deeper into me. “So warm, so soft…”

Val’s hands roam, stroking my back, tracing over my sides, petting my head in slow, deliberate movements.

“Four… deeper and deeper, doll.”

I sigh, my whole body melting.

“Three… almost there, sweetheart.”

My fingers twitch, my lips part, my body humming.

“Two…” Vox purrs. “You love this, don’t you?”

“Y-Yeah…” My voice is dreamy, barely a whisper.

Val smirks, his lips brushing against my ear.

“One.”

I sink.

A warm, happy little giggle bubbles from my lips, my body completely boneless between them.

Val chuckles, his breath tickling my skin. “That’s a good girl.”

Vox hums approvingly. “Such a good girl…”

Val’s hand slides beneath my chin, tilting my head up slightly. “And you know what, sweetheart?” His voice is rich, teasing, knowing.

I hum, barely able to form a response beyond a breathy little sigh.

Vox leans in, his screen glowing soft and hazy. “We got a little treat for ya, honey bun.”

Val’s grip tightens slightly.

“Bubble pop.”

A jolt shoots through me. My mind empties, my body tingles, my lips curl into a giddy, breathless little smile.

More smoke pours from my body, curling around us, making everything heavier, warmer, better.

“Ohhh—!” I gasp, shivering, my fingers twitching against Vox’s chest.

Val laughs, low and pleased. “Oho, there we go…”

Vox chuckles too, his hands sliding down my sides, sending more tingles through me. “Feels good, huh, honey bun?”

I nod frantically, giggling, warmth buzzing through me like static.

Val smirks. “Let’s try that again, baby.”

Vox leans close, his voice like silk against my mind.

“Bubble pop.”

Another jolt. Another rush of warmth, of pure, empty pleasure.

I gasp, my fingers curling into Vox’s suit, my body shivering, releasing more smoke.

Val groans, his grip tightening. “Fuck, doll, you’re gonna wreck us.”

I giggle, giddy, blissed out. I barely have the energy to move, but somehow my hands find their way to them. My fingers teasing over Val’s antennae, trailing up to Vox’s, making both of them shudder.

Vox makes a small, delighted noise, his fingers twitching against my waist. Val lets out a slow, pleased sigh, his wings twitching, his lips curling into a lazy grin.

“Mmm, you like playin’ with us, huh?” Val murmurs, pressing slow, warm kisses along my jaw.

I nod sluggishly, my lips brushing against his. “Mmhmm…”

Then I turn to Vox, pressing a kiss against his screen, right where his cheek would be.

His static buzzes, his hands tightening around me. “Mmmhh… honey bun…”

Val chuckles, his voice thick with amusement and bliss. “Think we should wind her down, baby?”

Vox hums, still dazed. “Mmm… nah… let’s keep her like this a little longer…”

“Bubble pop.”

Another jolt. Another helpless, giddy little giggle.

More smoke.

More warmth.

More bliss.

By the time we finally stop, we’re all a mess of giggles and soft touches, slow kisses and mumbled praises.

Completely, utterly, perfectly lost together.

[tightsweatyclothes]

"You don't want the iced tea at all?" He takes a slurping sip of iced tea, waving it in her gag, letting her stare at the droplets of condensation.

"Mmmmf, hmmmmmph!!" (Fuck off, and let me out!) She glares at him, sucks in precious air as she tries to keep up with his pace, but the suit is so heavy and constricting on her slim figure she can barely walk at half her normal speed. The collar below the suit constricts her breathing, not letting her have a moment's relief from the choking discomfort. How many times does she wake up in a night, straining against the suit, trying to bring her mitted hands to her collar, trying to make the annoying tightness go away? Her full bladder presses at her, prods at her mind. In another life she was a street brawler, leader of an all-female gang known for their fighting prowess, but now her every move is hampered, stopped up, sluggish in the confines of the heavy suit, totally helpless against the city slicker who now holds her captive and toys with her, knowing she cannot fight back in the least.

Soon, she is out of the allowed range from the sensor in his pocket, and the suit goes into action, tightening at her collar and wrists and ankles until she is screaming in agony into the gag, still trying to keep up with his pace. He stops in his tracks to let her catch up, but she has barely gotten back into range before he walks off again, setting off the punishments once more. She fights against the suit, wanting no more than to rush him, to punch that smarmy grin off his face, to pummel him to bits for his taunting, but the suit is so stiff and tight and heavy she can barely raise her arms, flex her arms or legs without great effort, much less hit him, or even get within striking distance. Finally, he stops long enough for her to catch up, still panting and moaning in gagged agony. Letting her watch, her relieves himself onto the grass, takes another long sip of tea, letting out sighs of pleasure while she watches, dreaming of relieving herself for more than a few seconds each day, dreaming of even a single drop of the sweet and ice-cold tea, growling in frustration as he tantalizes her.

He watches, amused, as she tries with all her might to get at him, laughs as he simply steps out of the way of every single one of her slow and ineffectual blows, makes a mockery of her attempts to get at the sensor which remains firmly in his pocket. He fishes the keys to her suit out of the other pocket, dangles them right between her paws, snatches them out of reach as she close to them, watching her snarl in fury as he pulls them out of her grasp, just that little bit faster than her mitts can get at them. Again and again, and even though she knows he is toying with her, she cannot help but try to grasp at even the smallest hope of release, at even the faintest glimmer of freedom, knowing full well he will simply snatch it away each time.

[chronically-sawyer-pilled]

TCSM Sissy x Fem!Reader

"Sweet Sugar" Part 3

Part 1

18+, Minors BEGONE (DNI)

Warnings for whole story: NSFW, Murder, Cannibalism, Drugging, Coercion, Slight noncon, Unwanted touching, Abuse, Blood, Knifeplay, Bondage, Kidnapping, Sweat stuff, human faces being worn, pet names (sweetie, sugar, sunshine) general horror themes. This is a work of pure fiction, pure horror fiction - the actions in this story are not to be taken as positive depictions of affection.

The clicking of chains awoke you from your hazy slumber, followed by dim light flooding into the closet as the doors were swung open. You looked over to see Sissy, grinning like a kid who just got a puppy for Christmas. "Hey sweetie, did you sleep well?" She cooed, you tried to respond, but all you could produce was a pathetic moan. "Oh sugar don't worry, you don't gotta talk. Our bond is deeper than words. I'm sorry I had to keep you in here, but I couldn't risk the others findin' you. You're my little secret, and I won't let them take you away from me. ESPECIALLY that Johnny. He won't even touch you." She smiled, pulling you out of the closet and onto the floor, cradling you in your bound form. The pain of all the scrapes, bruises and cuts along your arms made you wince. "Oh you poor little thing. Here, let me help you." Sissy sighed, reaching for a stack of bottles resting on a wooden bench. Still cradling you in her arms, she poured the contents of the bottle onto a brand new rag, humming to herself all the while. "Now, this'll sting a little. That bastard Johnny will get his comeuppance for doin' this to you I promise, but for now, just - relax." She sighed, landing a soft kiss on your forehead before dabbing your wounds with the rag, causing you to hiss and whine into the gag with every touch. It felt like acid was being poured into a salted wound, it burned like nothing you'd ever felt before, even the numbing properties of whatever drug Sissy had slipped you wasn't enough to quell the pain. "I whisper words, you come to me. The song I sing, for all to see. The past is gone, and now I know - inside this cell, nowhere to go~" Sissy hummed, her voice dancing its way into your head, each lyric off her tongue drawing you in, like a hypnotic spell. "Oh love, my love, look at your love~" She continued, her voice was beautiful, like a siren song. You focused on her voice, on the melody, and soon the pain melted away.

When Sissy had finished cleaning your wounds, she placed you gently against the closet, wandering back to her bench, still singing to herself. You tried to vocalise to her, to get her attention, but all that escaped your throat was a dry wheeze. You were so thirsty - the gag mixed with the powder had dried your throat out completely. Sissy turned back to face you, staring into your wide, pleading eyes. "What's wrong sugar?!" She cried, on the verge of tears as she dashed to your side, brushing her fingers across your cheek "What's wrong?! Tell me." "Mmf…" You muttered into the gag "I… I can't hear what you want!." Sissy stared, her tone dropping, becoming irritated and angry. "mmmmf…." "WHY WON'T YOU TELL ME?!" Sissy cried, gritting her teeth as she grabbed at your hair, taking quick heavy breaths that were almost snarls. "Alright. This better be good." She hissed as she pulled the gag from your mouth. "Thirsty…" you whispered, your voice sore and hoarse, all moisture sapped from your mouth. Sissy stared for a moment, the anger fading away as quickly as it appeared. "Ohhh, of course!! Silly me, I was tryna read what your soul was tellin' me, but your body was tryna do the talkin'. Gosh, how could I make such a mistake. I'll get you somethin' sugar, you'll feel right as rain!" Sissy giggled, skipping back over to her alchemy table. You enjoyed your slight reprieve, being able to breathe through your mouth was a welcome feeling despite the dryness. "I got what you need, sugar." Sissy cooed, placing a few bottles down before wandering over to you, swaying her body hypnotically as she moved. She dropped down to her knees, shuffling onto your lap, inching closer and closer to your face, and trailing a finger softly across your cheek, slowly down to your lips, gently opening your mouth. With a sudden movement, Sissy pressed her mouth to yours, parting your lips with her tongue and spitting into your mouth; a strange, sour liquid made its way down your throat, Sissy's tongue collided with your own, circling around, spreading the viscous liquid. You desperately tried not to swallow, all attempts at pulling away were futile as Sissy held your head in place, every moan of protest and desperation was met with Sissy's tongue reaching further down your throat, making you gag and whine. Sissy's free hand parted ways with your cheek and made its way down your neck and into your overalls, her fingers danced their way towards your bra. She squeezed gently, the feeling foreign to you, new. What were only gentle squeezes spread jolts of hot, violent pleasure to every inch of your body, culminating in your groin. Sissy continued to squeeze, touch, prod and poke until she suddenly pulled away, leaving you staring emptily, your tongue lolling out of your lips. "As much as I'd LOVE to continue, I've got somethin' I've got to do." Sissy smiled, fitting the gag back into your mouth, and shoving you back into the closet. "Be a good girl and don't go anywhere." Sissy grinned, closing the closet doors and clicking the chain back into place. Your thoughts were hazy, in fact, you weren't thinking much at all. You just replayed the sensation of Sissy's tongue over and over again, the feeling of her hands, that hot, burning sensation in your groin. You were sweating, your hands were clasped behind your back but you longed to touch yourself, you were desperate for it, more desperate than you'd ever been, however your yearning was cut off by a mans voice from outside the door

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?! THAT GIRL IS STILL MISSIN' AND YOU'RE MEANT TO BE FINDIN' HER!" the man yelled, his voice stressed, he was clearly an older man, much older than Johnny. "DON'T YELL AT ME YOU BASTARD! I'M GETTIN' TO IT! IT'S ALL JOHNNY'S FAULT THAT SHE'S LOST YOU KNOW!" Sissy's voice echoed back "YOU TWO ARE GONNA BE THE DEATH OF ME YOU KNOW THAT! IF YOUD'A JUST KILLED THE GIRL OUTRIGHT THIS WHOLE MESS WOULD HAVE BEEN OVER BY NOW! GET LOOKING!" He yelled, his voice disappearing along with Sissy's, followed by the slam of a door and the hum of an engine - they were gone.

You tugged at your restraints, the ropes burning your wrists with each pull, whatever Sissy had drugged you with seemed to amplify all feelings tenfold, the good and the bad. You thought of Sophie, you thought of home. Would you ever see your friends again? Your family? All things once so trivial were now so out of reach. Tears began to well in your eyes, you were trapped here, unable to scream for help, unable to escape. If the others found you they'd kill you, like they killed Sophie. You were scared, so scared, the only times that fear seemed to relent was when you thought of Sissy.

So you thought of her.

[psylockexs]

The aftermath

Physical distress described

🌄

The sun rose gently over the thin sheet of snow that had fallen overnight. There was a sense of serenity in the air, left over from the Solstice. The birds chirped as they routinely did in the morning...except...that was it. It was only the birds that could be heard... 🤔...

Lore, Mikhail and Niko reconvene after a hot shower

Lore: Anyone know what time it is? I haven't checked the clock since I woke up.

Niko: It's about 9 am. Just after 9.

Mik: Feels too early.

Lore: You're a vampire. You shouldn't be feeling sleepy! Unless you, you know...

Mik: What? Siphoned one of you? Come on. There was plenty of energy to go around. No need for that. Speaking of which...it's too quiet in here.

Lore: In the room?

Mik: In the house. Didn't Morgyn say he wanted to stay home and rest?

Niko: He did, but I assume he went out somewhere else...sniffs several times

Mik: looks confused

Niko: Good nose. I...sniffs...I can't smell him...

Lore: What? What do you mean?! His smell should be all over the place!

Niko: That's the thing. It's not. It stops abruptly at the front door.

Lore: Did he tell either of you where he would be?

Both: Nope.

In the bathhouse...

Morg: Did we...sleep here all night?

Olive: We did. 🙂

Morg: Heh, sleeping under the stars. It's quite surreal.

Olive: Indeed. Especially with the right person. I've never enjoyed Solstice so much with someone.

Olive held his face gently as she looked into his eyes. So gorgeous. Full of life, power, color. Gorgeously orange. Not hazel or anything. Orange, like a flame. Like an ember.

Morg: You're quite beautiful, Olive. It's almost as if it's a spell.

Olive: Oh ho ho, this doesn't happen by magic...well, not all of it anyway.

Morg: Hm? Not all of it? How is that...mmmf...his eyes begin to droop Olive? What are you...what are you doing?

Olive: Oh nothing. Just...basking in your energy 😋...

Morgyn blinked. How could he have been so stupid? He could feel her hands were inexplicably warm but he chalked it up to the cold air.

https://on.soundcloud.com/GwQZrDQBUQJLLYE86

He could do nothing but stand there and watch her dig into his mind. Every inch of mana, drained from his veins. He could have sworn he felt some of his life force disappearing too. Not to mention the searing pain he felt. It felt like she was not only siphoning from him, but also reading his memories or thoughts.

Thankfully, she couldn't see anything of importance, but one face kept popping up...

Olive couldn't help but laugh. She truly had an interesting one in her hands.

Olive: Oh ho ho...him? Why is he etched here? You should have no memory of him.

Morg: Why...do you say...that....?

Olive: I've seen many like him. Any encounter with them is wiped from your mind, but you...you've retained it! And you kept the best side of him, too.

Morg: Let go...

Olive released his face and took a deep breath. The surge of energy she felt was...it was simply euphoric. Who knew he had that much energy in him?

Olive: How do you have so much energy stored in you? It's impossible for your body to handle this much!

Morg: And yours...can?

Olive: Ha! Of course! You're just a caster! Well, a caster masquerading as such.

Morg: Wha- mmmmf...tries to catch his breath What...what have you done?

Olive: Oh not much. Just...swapped our reserves around. After all, I've much more use for it than you do.

Morg: How do you....ugh....slumps to the ground, panting

Morgyn watched, as best as he could, as Olive's silver dress formed over her curves. Now, he could feel it. A sinister tint to her aura.

Morg: You...hide...well...

Olive: When you live as long as me, you get better at it.

Morg: Haha...so...you're....using us?

Olive: Using you? Maybe. I can't be in 5 places at once, no matter how much I tried. It wouldn't work, and I am not risking myself for a petty spell. So, I can thank you for that. I'll be off now. Don't want to keep my patron waiting. walks away

Morgyn watched helplessly from the ground. He wanted to get up off the cold floor but he had no energy left to even move a finger. She had drained every ounce of energy, magical and physical, from him. His head was pulsating with 5 different levels of pain. This was nowhere near the pain he felt when Mikhail invaded his mind.

Invaded his mind...

Over at the group's house...

Lore: Ugh, just when we take our foot off the pedal, this happens!

Mik: Hey, we can accuse people later. For now, we need to get his signature and find where he is. Don't forget he's technically the weakest of the group, and it snowed. He doesn't do well with the cold.

Niko: Well, like I said, his scent cuts off by the front door- he quickly turns his head to the side

Lore: Niko?

Niko's eyes shine gold as he speaks in a voice that's definitely not his own 😯...

Niko: raspy voice Mikhail...

Mik: What the hell is going on? Who are you? What did you do with Niko?

Niko: urgently Mikhail! Olive...

Mik: Olive...?

An image flashes in all of their minds

'Olive is a Morrigan.'

[indigoinka]

Kenna being a clueless muffin

I probably won’t post about this story too much because it’s a Ream exclusive, but I love these characters already. Earth Render is MMMMF (not reverse harem, just a weird little polycule with various dynamics) and it’s set in the same universe as the rest of my paranormal fantasy stories.

This is a tiny excerpt from Taryn (vampire) and Kenna (his clueless and faithful vaewolf).

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“It was after my mum died. I asked if there was anyone you loved, and you told me you loved me like a brother.”

“That was twenty years ago, Kenna. You think my feelings haven’t changed since then?”

My stomach flips as he moves closer. I just wish I could figure out what the hell he’s trying to tell me.

His hand lands on my shoulder, which feels… friendly? Then, he slides his palm over my skin, his gaze dropping to my chest, which is prickling with heat. His hand meets my neck, thumb rubbing over my Adam's apple, which feels a whole lot more intense, and my dick is getting on board with whatever this is before my brain is ready.

“I’ve always loved you, Kenna. And there is so much platonic love in there that I don’t know how to separate it from the things I want to do to you.” 👀

~~~

If you don't know, Ream is like a cross between Patreon (subscriber tiers) and Wattpad (social ereader) with added community functionality built in. The platform is very queer friendly and they don't censor spicy authors.

[47gaslamps]

Bringing us up to the present:

Um hold on I suppose ACD did not get a strongly-worded letter about this red-herring subplot back in chapter four. I cannot elaborate until five days have passed, but suffice to say there's at least one reader who can not be happy with the choices he made here

Mmmmf historical context wants to get out must sit on it

I mean by the preceding conversation there is no way Morris came to him because he suspects him all of a sudden but yeah, I would not have that perspective either if it were me. Of course, if it were me I'd be at the point of nervous screeching the first time I met Baldwin

"Q: do we know what this menacing detective Birdy Edwards looks like??? No? Ok, SUDDEN EPIPHANY"

Wonder what he would have done if the answer were yes. Bury the story and walk on broken glass every moment thereafter?? Holy moly.

Pinkerton had no mode with those he dealt with but Melodrama. We have records of his Anguish For A Lost Associate when his best-ever detective, Timothy Webster, was hanged as a Union spy. Edwards is picturing this vividly.

Seriously if Ettie had any sense at all he could never have lived happily ever after with her. I am so glad she has this much of a tacit death wish

Oooh that's the exchange that must chafe Baldwin like fire

"Or I'm mistaken" is an expression McGinty's used before. Expresses his absolute confidence. Him, be mistaken? Pah.

DON'T BLOW THE GAME MARVIN

The best bits are always when Edwards speaks complete and utter lies which are also the absolute truth

Case in point. snrk

MERCY TO THE HAPLESS, MOSTLY INNOCENT ROOMMATE

Not actually being tortured to death at this moment is definitely an encouraging sign, I guess

Anyway this exchange is everything

This paragraph always just stops my heart. The suspense.

Old man Shafter, who glimpsed the previous conversation and is determined to be the Obstructive Father in this tragic romance, seizes the letter at once. There is no possible explanation that will make him surrender his only daughter...

...actually wow that's a very good explanation

Not surprised he thinks of McGinty on an occasion when he gets a fever from a gunshot wound. Excellent summation of their relationship.

Now if you weren't a principal character in a Holmes story, this would be an obvious juncture to explain things to your wife for pity's sake

Scowrers Spoilerpalooza: Miscellaneous retrospective screaming omnibus

Well, we've yet to get back to Baker Street, but we've got quite a lot of story to look back on

Let's dance

"Hold on, someone might remember this fat wad of correspondence. Diversionary tactic: conspicuously take out a loaded gun"

(Worked on you, didn't it?)

but LOOK AT THESE GUYS

All the burnout and futility they've got to go through, and still they're putting on their American Swagger and setting aside time to warn the newbies (dramatically)

And, whoops, you've fallen irrevocably in love at first sight with your landlady on day one of the mission. What do you do?

Pretend not to be interested in her till mission success? Blab to her? Go for it, just try not to care too much whether she lives or dies?

Go for it with all your heart, but also as though you were a dangerous criminal. You absolute madlad. (Not like someone with her poker face is going to convince him she actually likes the guy she's going with, anyway.)

But um

She's very much into this approach

Let's clear something up real quick

All right. She has no sense of self-preservation whatsoever and I am sorely tempted to throw the whole game just to get her out of here this instant but... yeah this is a woman I want to marry

(but then if she had a sense of self-preservation the marriage wouldn't have happened)

And since the guy who escorted him reacted with such horror to his calling the Scowrers a "gang of murderers", he knows they actually are and his best bet is to play it like the tragedy of a half-fallen man who unfortunately paid minimal attention to the papers. Also, don't get in till they make you. You want to be a power unto yourself.

It's a free country, and I'm going to act like it.

All the courageous figures in this part of the story have that precept in their bones. Doyle has come a long way since the Tintin in America days when he wrote "Noble Bachelor."

RETROACTIVELY, IRREVOCABLY IN LOVE~

Pfff he is carrying incriminating evidence on his person at all times like a bad guy in Skyrim

Holmes totally stole that move. Twirling his moustache like he hasn't a care in the world is doubly out of his power - okay, we can count the second bit twice, under the circumstance - but he does what he can. Dangerous habits for dangerous men

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Imposter: Tomura Shigaraki

He’s often a subject of suspect during meetings

Always backed up by one of his groupies

With the white or cyan suit, you have every right to be wary of him

He’s the heir to a massive galactic crime syndicate

That needs the majority of this crew gone

Whether they’re ejected or eliminated by him and his team

It will be done

But he’s allowed to have a prize for himself

The cute and haughty navigator who he wants nothing more than to see you crying his name out will suffice

Since you met he’s wanted to break you down

To put you in your place next to him as a power

To own the bossy navigator that has no problem telling him how you feel about his work ethic

Always nitpicking in that adorable bossy voice of yours

Wagging your little finger in his face teasing him to no end

He’s always felt especially steamy in his suit when you’re critiquing his tasks over his shoulder

Just reach over and kiss him, why don't you

But he thinks it’ll feel even better when he’s the one calling the shots

With permission from his father, you are his reward 

As long your not working for the enemy you’re all his:

“Geez could this night get any worse!?” 

You called out to the echoing chamber of the control room. Awoken in the heat of the night by your captain you rushed to try and fix the malfunctioning system. Your crew was dwindling leaving the few of you to divide and conquer. Splitting apart to fix the most vital inner workings of the Innersloth ship which conveniently have all begun to malfunction at the same time. You were given your original station–Navigation, only for the adjacent system of communication to also be glitching. Trying to manage both systems you're running back and forth throughout the room you were so frazzled you almost missed the entry of your assistant. 

“Shigaraki?! Good, I’m glad that your here. I need help stabilizing communications and navigation, take your pick.”

You continued working, stopping to yell at him when you heard no movement or response. But when you turned the confusion of his appearance was enough to make you stop.

“What are you wearing? And why are you smiling like that?”

He indeed was smiling as he continued to walk into the room; wearing a red-hooded cape over a black skintight suit that reminded you of the elite space heroes uniform. He moved to the communication panel took out a flash drive and plugged it into the port. You opened your mouth to reprimand him for this bizarre behavior but you were stopped by the feedback from the public announcement system. 

“As of now we have control over all communications and in a bit, we will have….navigation. In three...two...one.”

At the mention of the word the red blinking lights changed to green, indicative of the remote access that was apparently being used. You wished that was the end of it but it was not. 

“Done! Oh and in a lil��� bit we’ll begin our little,” the speaker laughed before continuing,” firing squad courtesy of Dabi!! Would you like to hear from the lucky contestants?”

“Mmmf agh No please you can’t do this, please–mmmmf”

The voice of your captain pleaded to shrink as she was pulled away with a hand covering her mouth. Listening you could hear similar silenced noises of the remaining crew struggling.

“And that’s all from them! We’re going to have a great show! Do you want to join us Shiggy-boss man?” 

The click of a walkie-talkie from behind you and the smug response of your former assistant solidified any doubts that might have lingered on.

“You guys can start without me. I’ll just be getting my prize…”

Hollering and muffled screams on the PA were the last you heard before it was clicked off. A cold sweat formed on your neck and a bubble of fear formed in your mouth. You refused to turn, to look the man in his blood-hungry eyes. 

“So are you going to kill me now…?”

“You know that’s not what I want.”

“Than the prize you want…?”

“It's you. It’s always been you.”

[rexxdjarin]

You want some Rwx thoughts? Ooh-hooo babe, I'm tipsy in rosé and writing an Echo ficlet, so my mind is in the right place....

Every once in a while Rex feels mischievous and let you suck him off while he's on the comm with his COs, but she such a golden boy, they never suspect a thing.

zjdjsid STEP H IM GONNANPASS OUT. THIS IS SUCH REX BEHAVIOR IM EJFKS I GOTTA WRITE:

“I expect appropriate reports filled out by 0300 hours. Holos attached to the files…”

“Gods…mesh’la…mmmmf.” Rex’s eyes rolled back in his head as the words slipped out quietly, hoping to god no one heard him. You slipped your tongue along the long vein pulsing with need. His fingers were tangled in your hair, holding onto you desperately. He needed this. He looked at you with that cute little smirk on his face the second you stepped into his barracks while he was finishing up his call.

He wanted this. Your fist twisted around the base of him, following your mouth upwards as you popped off him. “Shhh, Captain. Nice and quiet for your holocall.” You rasped seductively, blinking up at him like you knew exactly how much restraint it was taking him to not bust right now.

Before he could respond, you wrapped your lips around the tip and kept your eyes glued to his. His grabby hands clinged tighter, his brows knitting together as your cheeks hollowed. His chest armor clattered as he panted faster to match your rhythm. You tried your best to keep the lewd suckling sounds to a minimum, but Rex was almost determined to make sure you were heard. Like he got off on it.

“Keep…k-keep going. That’s it. My…fuck…my good girl.” He practically whimpered, “you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth. Such a dirty girl and they don’t even know.” He chuckled, wearing a perfectly smug grin. You kept it up, swallowing more and more of him with each careful suckle while he fell apart in his chair.

You moaned softly, letting him relish in the satiny warmth of your mouth all around him. He could barely contain his groan as he finally snapped, tapping your cheekbone to signal his release. You popped up just in time to feel warmth spurting onto your face sloppily. You giggled softly, making good on your promise to finish him off and tasting some of the results for yourself.

He collapsed back into the chair and smoothed his gloved hand down the top of your hair. “That’s one way to get through a debrief. Stars…the mouth on you. I’m addicted. I r-really mean that.” He sighed, beckoning you up to your feet with a pat to his lap.

“Think they heard us, Rex?” You tease, sliding both thighs around his waist and seating yourself just above his length torturously.

He tipped your chin up to look at him and grinned. “No, but they’re about to.” He leaned forward and kissed you harshly, his hands gripping your waist and pulling your centers together to create enough delicious friction to spur him on for round 2.

[transholmes]

Title: Nightmare.

Prompt: Prejudice Against Witchers.

Pairing: Geraskier.

Rating: Teen.

Warnings: None.

Can be read on AO3. @whataboutthebard

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Geralt woke with a start, his heart hammering in his chest.  

Confused by the abrupt awakening and uncertain as to where he was, fear pricking through his veins, he lay still in the darkness and listened intensely. There was no sound apart from the soft huff of Jaskier’s breath where the bard lay next to him. He was clearly indoors, in a bed.  

His memory slowly began to reassert itself.   

The inn that Jaskier had insisted they stay at.   

The disdainful look the innkeeper had given him, one he had given to Jaskier too when the bard had requested a single room for them both.   

The sullen crowd even the bard hadn’t been able to cheer, though his choice of songs had done little to aid the matter, insisting on performing some of his more witcher-friendly songs. The lack of positive response had only served to make Jaskier even more stubborn and the crowd consequently more sullen, to the point Geralt had feared open hostility would break out in the taproom. Thankfully Jaskier had been so disappointed with his audience that he’d called an early end to his performance and retired soon after.  

Thank the gods for small blessings.  

Shifting slowly so he didn’t wake Jaskier Geralt sat up, staring into the dark of the room, still listening intensely, trying to pinpoint if it was more than the dream that had woken him. But there was nothing to be heard apart from the creaking of the building in the wind.   

They were safe.  

Letting out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding he lay back down, throwing one arm above his head.  

They were safe.  

He lay there, staring up into the darkness not even trying to go back to sleep even though he knew he should. But the worry that had been nagging in the back of his mind all evening had been fed by his nightmare and wouldn’t quiet down. The fear that this place would turn on them wouldn’t let go of him. That the crowd would find the need for a target for their dour anger overwhelming and with him being a witcher he made for a prime target. And Jaskier by associating so closely with him had painted a target on his own back.  

His not-so-secret fear, that he would one day be the death of Jaskier, had less to do with monsters and more to do with men.   

For all his curiosity, impulsiveness, and tendency to touch anything and everything, Jaskier did possess some survival instincts and he was good at running. What he was not good at was leaving Geralt and Geralt never stopped worrying that one day a mob would turn on him while Jaskier was with him and Jaskier would end up badly hurt, or worse, dead, trying to help or protect Geralt.  

“G’rlt?” Jaskier muttered, shifting.  

Damn, he must have woken him up somehow despite trying to be perfectly still.  

“Shhh, I’m fine. Go back to sleep,” he told him, hoping that would be the end of it.  

“Mmmmf. Why are you awake?”  

Jaskier sounded more awake by the moment and Geralt knew it was going to be useless to try and get him to sleep again now.  

“Just a bad dream. As I said, I’m fine,” Geralt replied, praying that Jaskier would let this go.  

Jaskier shifted closer and threw one arm across Geralt’s chest and buried his nose at his neck.  

“What did you dream?” he asked sleepily.  

“Just a nightmare,” Geralt emphasized.  

Jaskier shifted his head, giving Geralt a doubting look.  

“You know I get suspicious when you get evasive like this, don’t you? So what did you dream?”  

Geralt wrapped his arms around the bard and hugged him against his chest.  

“You were dead and it was my fault.”  

He didn’t want to talk about this, didn’t want to tell Jaskier, but it felt impossible not to.  

“Darling I know you would always do your best to protect me. It could never be your fault.”  

“You’re right, I will. But one of these days you’re going to put yourself between me and the wrong crowd and that will get you badly hurt.”  

“Is this about the people downstairs tonight?” Jaskier asked quietly.  

“You were deliberately provoking them with that repertoire Jaskier. I don’t need your defense.”  

“I beg to differ, my love. You may not want it, but you do need it.”  

“I looked after myself for decades, before you were even born.”  

“And that just went swimmingly, didn’t it? No Geralt, I'm not going to play this game with you. I know you’re scared of me getting hurt, but darling I’m terrified every time you battle a monster. That this will be the time things go so badly wrong you don’t come back from it. That this time you’ll be a little too slow or just plain unlucky and I’ll be left behind to grieve you.”  

“Fighting monsters is what I do, Jaskier.”  

“Yes, and singing songs is what I do,” Jaskier stubbornly pointed out.  

“You don’t have to choose those songs,” Geralt firmly retorted.  

“And you could opt for less dangerous monsters, yet here we are. I’m not going to ask you to stop fighting monsters and I kindly ask you not to tell me to stop doing what I do,” Jaskier concluded with finality.  

Geralt sighed. It was a perennial argument between them. The only true solution was for Jaskier to give up his songs, which Geralt knew he wouldn't and he would never truly ask him to, or for Geralt to permanently leave him behind, something he was far too weak to do. He craved the bard, his company, affection, and friendship far too much.  

“I don’t want to be the death of you,” he whispered.  

“And you won’t be. No Geralt, you won’t. Whatever happens, it won’t be on you. This is my choice. I could stop following you, but I won’t because I want to be with you. If I die because of it, it will be because of my choices, not yours. You are not responsible for the whole world and certainly not for my choices. Do you hear me Geralt?”  

“I do,” Geralt said.  

‘I just wish I could believe you,’ he thought.  

Jaskier tugged at him until Geralt rolled over so he lay half on top of Jaskier, his head resting on the poet’s shoulder, Jaskier’s fingers running through his hair.  

“No, you don’t. Not now, not yet. But one day you will,” Jaskier promised him.  

Geralt only hoped that the bard would be proven right. 

[mrskurono]

title: Bet Me || domming the Seijoh Grads

a/n: anon who gave me this idea, I thought FOREVER about how to execute this and I just like- this happened while taking a shower ok. Iwa had it coming to him being the alpha dog

word count: 2.7k 

tags: dom!reader, group sex (mmmmf), established relationship (on Oikawa’s end), bondage, handjob, slight degradation, edging, cockwarming, ruined orgasm, masturbation (male), oral( male and female), rimjob, cucking, male on male (penetration +oral), anal creampie, cocky Oikawa, brat taming Iwa, slightly dacraphilia, safe word mention (unused) petnames, uh probably something else but c’mon its fucking smut, unedited

character(s): Oikawa Tooru (hq), Hajime Iwaizumi (hq) Takahiro Hanamaki (hq) Issei Matsukawa (hq)

heavy nsfw undercut ⇾ ⇾ ⇾

Tooru ran his mouth like a bullet train.

No one took him seriously when he toted about how amazing you were. Claiming you to be the best. Which, to Iwa’s, Makki’s and Mattsun’s surprise, that was notably a lot coming from the ladies man himself. Tooru’s taste in women came like his coffee order did, sweet and sweeter. So when the man came sporting some glamorous little bruises on his torso. Well, that lead to a bit of a bet.

“This won’t work.” Iwa scoffed at the idea, nearly rolling his eyes out of his head when the last bit of rope was secure, “She can’t do it since Shittykawa is just a wimp of course he cums easily!”

“You gonna bet me for that huh baby?” Standing above the man who was now tied at your feet seemed to leave you in a pretty domineering position now over him. Iwa wouldn’t give it up though. He was certain you couldn’t edge him until he cried.

If Iwa cried, then the bet was in your favor. Makki and Mattsun would without a doubt bow to your ability. Seeing though as no one had bested their friend since high school, neither of them saw much potential besides maybe a fun circle jerk out of this. Tooru on the other hand was nearly vibrating out of his own skin with excitement for the occasion.

“You’re gonna eat those words you know Iwa!” Tooru grinning. His best friend really had no idea what he was in store for. And he wasn’t going to tell him either.

Rolling your eyes you wave your boyfriend away and kneel down in front of the bulky athletic trainer. Searching his face. Paying almost no attention to his half a hard on even now, and you simply smile at him, “No kissing. And the safe word is teal, yeah?”

Iwa rolled his eye once more, “Yeah ok.”

Mattsun and Makki elbowed each other with a bit of a giggle between the two of them. They didn’t think you could do it but were certainly glad to not be in Iwa’s shoes. Only arms tired behind his back, Iwa was left in a precarious position when your hand ghosted over his cock.

Feathery touch of your fingertips down his thick shaft and Iwa scoffed. An offhanded comment about if that was the best you got then you should just jerk him off. Instead you let his words fall on deaf ears. Smiling as you took your hand away. Earning all eyes on you as you reached for what was simply a regular bottle of lube. 

Drizzling it over Iwa’s cock until it ran down his shaft and between his balls to drip on the ground at his feet. You really had everyone’s attention now that his cock was slimy with lube and untouched. The peanut gallery snickered. Tooru said something in a husky mumble. But it was clear all three men were beginning to palm themselves through their pants. Iwa on the other hand, held firm that this would just be another handjob.

Which in reality you suppose it was. Your work slow and methodical. Wasn’t long before you realized Iwa was enjoying himself. Fingers dancing up and down his cock. The squelch of the lube when you squeezed his tip. Watching him roll his head back and savor the simple movement. Really besides his arms being tied behind his back this was all about to end like a normal handjob. 

That was, until the first stringy bits of precum dripped from Iwa’s cock.

“Fuck- Right there-” His low guttural moan. 

Indulgent and self centered. Iwa was about to cum and not a tear in sight. Even Makki and Mattsun who now shamelessly were jerking themselves off weren’t surprised by the outcome. But like he knew something they didn’t, Tooru had his hands off himself. Completely. Only those brown eyes set forward and fixated on your hands like he was waiting for you to do something.

“You gonna cum baby?” Your fingers working magic up and down his cock. 

Iwa nodded. He wasn’t even paying attention. The handjob was hot but all eyes on him while he was going to win seemed to fuel him even more. You could feel his cock twitch in your hand. Carefully you watched until his balls tightened and then you did it. Exactly what Tooru knew you’d do.

Hand smashed to the top of Iwa’s cock before he could say anything. Your strokes stopped completely. Replaced by a firm grip and your opposing hand feverishly rubbing your palm in circles over his slit. Iwa had no time to react. The overstim right into too much making his entire body twitch and convulse. He doubled over but could not escape. The bindings he strained against didn’t give way. And your hand didn’t stop with it’s cruel motions. Nothing he did could make him escape the pins and needles of pleasure cascading through his body on overdrive.

“Give up? Too much baby? Huh you not gonna cum? Baby wanted to cum though. Where’s all that big boy talk now, Hajime?” Your words sweet in tone and evil in context. Iwa was coming undone in front of everyone he knew. Makki and Mattsun had stopped stroking themselves entirely. Wide eyed at the sight as Tooru was giggling and palming himself finally to his slight relief. His queen was going to win the bet. He just knew you would.

“-‘s much-” Iwa croaked, body trembling under your touch.

“What? I can’t hear you?” Your hand only slick with precum and the lube off his cock, “Come now, I wanna see all your sweet milk spill out~ Won’t you do that for me Hajime?”

Iwa grunted, bucked his hips and gritted his teeth. His orgasm was being forcibly taken from him but still not a tear to spare. As he twitched and shifted his hips up he was certain this would come crashing into an orgasm. Building quicker and quicker by the passing second. He forgot to care if everyone around him was even jerking off to the sight of him anymore. Iwa gasped just when his orgasm was tipping to no return.

“That’s enough.”

Iwa gasped. Mattsun and Makki gasped. Tooru giggled.

Your hand completely removed from Iwa’s cock. All men witnessed the cruelest thing to date. Iwa’s cock bouncing, in desperation, with one exact bead of white cum oozing from his slit. You just ruined Iwaizumi’s orgasm and they all watched you do it.

“No! Don’t stop! Idiot! K-Keep doing it! Keep moving I- I just- I wanna cum!!” Iwa’s pleas fell from his mouth. Ending with his voice cracking as his orgasm tightened around him but just wouldn’t be released. You sat smug in front of him and when his voice cracked he knew it was all over.

You won.

“Shit....” Mattsun mumbled, fixated on Iwa’s poor cock standing so abused and hard.

“Man....that’s....wow.” Makki, still grabbing at his cock, couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“Told you guys so~” Tooru sung your praise more than happy to see both his friends adamant that what they saw wasn’t something they wished on anyone. Especially themselves.

“So.” You stood up, hand covered in slickness mixed with Iwa’s precum and looked at Mattsun and Makki, “Anyone else think I’m a liar?”

Quickly they shook their heads. 

“Good.” You smiled sweetly. Fixing to pull your panties off right away and throw them between Iwa’s legs still bound in front of you. On full display the natural juices clinging to your thighs with how wet you’d gotten on this little bet. So now you figured no one was going to argue with you, it was your turn for some relief, “Makki, come here.”

Eyes wide he looked at Tooru. Who grinned and nodded for him to do as you said.

Sheepish of the same treatment. He knew a bet was a bet. Undoubtedly you were proclaimed alpha and did as you asked.

“Sit for me yeah?” You point across from Iwa.

Makki swallowed hard but listened. He didn’t want the same outcome as Iwa. When he’d sat down you grab a fistful of his hair and pull him into your ass, “Lick me up a little. I don’t wanna sit on your cock this wet.”

Obediently Makki liked this outcome much more. His tongue swiping over your thighs and lapping at your juices with no questions asked. If he heard you right, sitting on his cock was next in line.

“Tooru baby,” You cooed at your boyfriend, “Mattsun looks awfully hard. Maybe you should take care of him?”

While you pulled Makki’s face into you more, letting him lick you clean in front of Iwa. You take pride in seeing how well your boyfriend drops to his knees to take his friends cock. Mattsun certainly as big as some of the toys you make sweet Tooru gag on. It’s within no time that he has him down his throat. Brown eyes looking up at Mattsun as his cheeks hollow out and he goes to town sucking him like a good boy. Allowing you to enjoy yourself a bit more.

“Alright thank you, Makki,” You pull his face away, coated in your juices and a bit of a dazed look. Adding to the bliss on the man’s face when you finally seat yourself on his cock. Makki’s hands going right to your hips, “Ah ah ah, don’t move. Unless you wanna end up like Iwa huh?”

“Y-Yes ma’am-” Makki stutters with the right amount of fear not to try you on it. Iwa is still left bound in front of you with his cock head purple and aching as it twitches against the air for some kind of relief.

When you wiggle yourself comfortably on Makki’s cock. Moaning softly and spreading your legs so Iwa can see his friend’s cock buried inside you. You click your tongue at Iwa to make him look at you.

Drawing a finger up your slit and teasing your own clit, you smile at Iwa, “Bet you wish you hadn’t lost huh? Wishing you were stuffing my cunny with that cock right about now? Instead, only seeing sweet Makki stretch me out and how hard my clit is. Bet I could cum like this. On his cock that is.”

Iwa licked his lips. How desperate he was to cum. You were absolutely right, Iwa desperately wanted to be Makki, “.....please.”

“Please what?” You asked, reaching your wet fingers back to stuff in Makki’s mouth, “Suck baby.”

Makki listened well. Tongue washing over your fingers to eat your juices up as he relished the feeling of his cock inside you after all this. He wasn’t about to screw this up.

Hanging his head low Iwa internalized his growl and finally spoke up, “....please...let me taste you.”

“That’s a good boy,” You use your foot to tilt his head up towards you. Making him face you but when that smile widened Iwa’s stomach tightened, “But first, Tooru~”

Popping his lips off Mattsun’s cock, your boyfriend turned towards you. Seeing you motion him over. Tooru hated to leave what he was doing but was more curious about what you could want.

“Love, do you think you could take Mattsun?” You ask sweetly.

Tooru blushed at the idea, “I mean...yeah...with a little prep I could-”

“Say no more,” You wave his words away and look to Iwa, “Prep him for me will you baby?”

Giddy at the idea. Tooru didn’t waste anytime getting on his knees. Hips pushed back towards Iwa and Tooru bringing his face inches from your core. Not allowed to taste you but where he could vividly see Makki’s cock stuffed in you. 

Perhaps it was the grogginess of a ruined orgasm. Or the fact he was desperate to cum at this point. But there was no hesitation when Iwa pressed his tongue against Tooru. Earning a lewd moan from his best friend that fueled him. Finding himself so hard at the idea of Tooru pressing back on his face as Iwa tongued him.

“Mmm there, does Iwa’s tongue feel good love?” You caress his face as your free hand plays with your clit. Makki not moving as you ordered but his hands certainly didn’t seem to count as he groped and fondled your breast.

“S-So good-” Tooru moaned. His labored breathing and cock hanging between his legs as Iwa ate him out was a beautiful sight. One that wouldn’t last long though.

“Can you take Mattsun now?” You asked sweetly of him. Tooru nodded. He didn’t want to lose Iwa’s tongue but he knew the next thing would be better. So you looked to Mattsun with an inquisitive look.

“Don’t gotta tell me twice.” Mattsun ready to stuff his cock in anything a this point.

You watched in pure bliss as you saw Tooru straddle his friend like he did you so often. Instead of sliding down on a toy though. You watched Mattsun’s enormous cock disappear in his ass. Tooru’s stomach tensing until he relaxed and the brown haired man sighed in relief.

“Feel good?” You asked the both of them.

Hardly a response though as Mattsun and Tooru ended up in their own little world. Fucking only mere feet from you. Makki’s cock buried in you as you lazily played with your clit. Leaving Iwa out of it.

“Please...” He stooped as low as to beg, “...Please let me taste at least.”

Feeling generous and like it would be a nice change. You indulge him. Allowing Iwa to finally get a little something even though he was the loser.

“Make me cum before Mattsun fills Tooru and I’ll let you cockwarm next time~” 

Iwa didn’t need to be told twice. Diving between your legs to find your clit instantly. His tongue working overtime as you leaned back into Makki. Making the man hold you and catching his lips. He was a good boy who wasn’t moving so kissing him was the least you could do. 

As instructed Iwa was an expert with his tongue. Giving your clit all of his attention. Sadly thought he wasn’t privy to winning this either. Glancing over at the other two soon assure you of that. The way Mattsun gripped Tooru’s hips. Cum drooling out of Tooru’s cock for lord only knows how long now. And the way Mattsun’s brows pinched in the middle and hips stalled meant Iwa lost once more.

Unsurprisingly the two men had to catch their breath. Mattsun pulling out and a flood of cum following. Tooru being a good boy when you told him not to waste any and he scooped up Mattsun’s cum and pushed it back inside himself. Fingering himself as Iwa’s tongue began doing the trick when your hand found his hair and your grip tightened.

First a wonderful little tickle until finally you were leaning back into Makki groaning with a shudder. No real movement save for the ripple of your cushiony cunt walls around his cock. After all this Makki wasn’t going to complain. Even as Iwa’s tongue glided over his shaft a few times in desperation to keep you cumming on his tongue. 

Neither men cared when your orgasm was in full swing. Your cunt tightening around Makki until he had no choice but to double over into you. Holding you tight as his cock throbbed inside you and his balls emptied every last drop of cum into your well deserving pussy. Even Iwa not caring as he did his job to ride out your orgasm and some of Makki’s excess cum drooling out around him and Iwa licking it up like a good boy. Focused on your hand in his hair until he knew he’d done his job when your grip slowly loosened and finally released him completely.

Satisfied but not letting Makki go anywhere just yet. Which he didn’t mind. Tooru crawled over to you. Kissing you with the faint taste of Mattsun’s cock on his lips and certainly his cum still dripping down his inner thighs. Tooru smiled against you before nuzzling his face against yours.

“Aye wait-” Iwa, still the only one who hadn’t came yet, huffed and looked around.

No one said a thing. Makki spared you a look by hiding his face in your neck like Tooru. Mattsun looked your way and didn’t say anything to his friend. And Tooru simply kept kissing your neck without a care. None of them were going to go against your wishes making you smile at Iwa, “Well, maybe next time you’ll know better than to bet against me now won’t you?”

[bloomyagi]

bleed me dry (m)

summary: where Itadori is your bottom-loving boyfriend and Sukuna reluctantly learns this vessel is the real curse. or: where seduction is a dangerous game, and the King of Curses loses.

pairings: itadori x f!reader, sukuna x f!reader

warnings: subby itadori, sub sukuna (yeah you read that right), light bondage, blindfolds, sukuna’s havin a whole ‘reconsidering life’s meaning’ moment, lotta swear cause u know sukuna things, coming untouched, he faints (yeah you also read that right) and is actually unabashed about it, all things considered

length: 1,432

notes: what? me? obsessed with jjk? that doesn’t sound like me at all! 

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His vessel is in love.

The word curdles in his mouth, tastes like ash. He has never known such a thing. It is part of his nature, he muses absently. Hardened from centuries of death and decay. Of destruction and war. He revels in it. Feels the most alive amongst the chaos.

But that’s the point. Curses can feel. They can have emotional attachment. Can’t you see? In so many ways, they’re not so different from us. He thinks you’re too loud. Your thoughts and beliefs are too loud. They’re also pointless and naïve, and he likes to pop by just to drive it home.

Hello, Sukuna. Where is the fear? Where is the resentment, the anger? The disgust? He enjoys it. But you—you just sit there and coax him into conversation like he’s another one of your classmates. Like he can’t crush your windpipe with a single flick of his hand. Like he isn’t the slow bleed of a death sentence for your lover. Like he isn’t anything at all. Like his titles and powers are stripped. What is he beyond it all? Who is he?

You ask about him sometimes. He rarely gives any indication he’s listening, but he does. Of course he does. There’s not much to do, bound and locked in this pink-haired boy. He lounges on this throne and watches his vessel pine and blush.

Sukuna watches his vessel fuck his fist and mewl your name every night.

It’s sad. “Brat,” he hisses. “Grow some balls. This is just pathetic.”

Itadori swallows. “Oh. Can you—?”

Sukuna shoves him off the ledge. A faint yelp travels, followed by a large splash. “Fuck her already. All this sitting and plotting is making my ass itch. If you won’t, I will.”

“You wouldn’t.” Sukuna tilts his head to peer down. Itadori’s eyes are narrowed, uncharacteristically solemn.

His lips bare into a slow grin. “Try me.”

Itadori blinks once. And then vanishes.

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Fuck. It’s the only coherent thought his muddled mind can pierce together. He gazes down at his palm, opening and closing languidly. His vision is blurry, spine tingling. He raises the other hand, reaching for his palm.

Mmm. He shakes his head firmly. The sharp tinge of metallic and iron coating his tongue clears the fog a little. The pain fades quickly, muted from his years of conquest and ruin.

Every nerve is on fire. His skin, this flesh cage, burns, an unfamiliar heat curling in his lower stomach. Sukuna is no stranger to the pleasures of the flesh—is well-acquainted, spent much of the centuries indulging in his vast harems. In the haze of blood and carnage, there is the memory of writhing bodies, of soft thighs and breasts, of glazed eyes and cries of his name. Of women fucked into wanton abandon, bred and lost in the worship of his cock.

But this. This heat is foreign in every sense. In its strange intensity and all-encompassing hold. All his senses are heightened but laser focused on the other pair of hands mapping his body. On the addicting sensations they’re inducing.

Can you—? Yes. Yes, he fucking can. He can feel everything and he wants to wrap his hand around your throat and squeeze.

His eyes roll back. Ngh.

“Fucking wench,” he snarls. You’re a fuckin’ tease and if you edge him again, he is going to murder—

“Ah, ah. Watch your language, Sukuna. Ask nicely.”

He jolts. Finds his eyes cloaked in darkness, arms tied to his back and legs spread. Bare, save for a pair of briefs that’s slick and restricting. Kneeling. The sheets bunch beneath him. Every muscle in his body is tensed, body coated in a thin layer of sweat.

This position—!

“That brat—mmph!” Is that a fucking—gag? Did you just gag him? He struggles harder against the binds, but he feels your lips curl into a smile where you’re suckling against the column of his neck.

“You’re powerless here. The binds will restrict you for the next twenty-four hours … unless you can be good.” You trace the thick knots, smiling only growing at the way he lets out a muffled growl.

Every fucking sense is heightened tenfold. He’s on firefirefire. The flames consuming him inside out, like he’s being exorcised from within.  

It’s humiliating. It’s exhilarating. It feels—

“King of Curses. I want you to beg.” You’re a witch. You’re enthralling. Temptation incarnate. His head falls forward, chest heaving.

“Mmmmf!”

“What a dirty mouth,” you murmur, and his struggling is renewed when he feels your fingers dig into his thighs.

Oi, brat, he growls. What the hell is this?

His vessel is silent, but the back of his mind prickles. He’s watching. That freaky little shit.

“So stubborn. Let go. You’re good at that, aren’t you?” Fuckfuckfuck, you’re palming his cock over the thin fabric. Maybe it’s been a while, maybe there’s a little more truth lurking beneath it, but he vaguely notes he’s never been so hard before.

You—! You’re fuckin’ burning his briefs off. Ash tickles his nose. A small part of him thinks it’s hot. His cock throbs, and even without visual confirmation, he knows you’ve paused at the sheer size. His mouth curls into a lopsided smirk, dark pride making his chest swell. What was he so worked up for? You’ll just end being another one of his breeding bitches, fucked stupid by his thick, long cock.

But then you pinch his left nipple, twisting harshly. Electricity courses through him and a sound he’s never heard in his absurdly long life escape his lips, muffled by the gag. His back arcs, head hitting the mattress beneath him.

His mind blanks, eyes rolling back as white noise fills his ears.

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He rouses slowly.

He blinks lethargically at the ceiling, gaze unfocused. Everything feels muted, limbs heavy like he’s swimming in a pool of ink. But he’s not restrained anymore. There’s a blur of movement in the corner of his eye.

He turns his head to peer at you, half-lidded.

“That’s a very nice expression,” you chuckle, moving to sit by his side. The mattress dips lightly. He lifts a hand to tug at the hem of your outfit, expression twisting at the staggering movement.

“That’s a very nice look on you,” he murmurs in response. You’re wearing one of his vessel’s dress shirts, the oversized fabric falling mid-thigh. It simultaneously swallows you and presses against your curves. Something inside him stirs. His throat feels shot, even though he knows he hasn’t had much of a chance to speak.

You help him sit up, propped against the headrest, before offering him a glass of water. His lips lift into a half-smirk and you sigh, shaking your head but acquiescing. You take a mouthful before kissing him. Water dribbles down his chin.

You wipe it away with a half-fond, half-exasperated expression. His chest tightens.

“How long—?” He tries to move, but you stop him with a firm hand. He’s conflicted at the way his body responds immediately to the touch. His temperature flares despite his obvious fatigue.

“A few hours. I asked if Yuuji would keep you out until you woke.”

There’s a pause, and the knowing look in your eye tells him you know he’s mulling it over.

And then—

He reaches for you, and you set the glass aside to climb on his lap.

He bares his fangs. “Then let’s make the most of it.”

As you press him into the bed, tongue stroking his in such a manner his brain is starting to haze over again quickly, he thinks, brat, we’re going to have a long talk after this.

Sukuna doesn’t expect an answer after his vessel’s continued vigil, so he starts when Itadori replies, she’s ours.

I don’t share, he slurs. He thinks he sees a flicker of Itadori’s grin.

You’re going to have to. Because you like her, too. And she’s the one in control, not either of us.

Dimly, Sukuna acknowledges he’s right. You might be the one bouncing on his cock, but he’s not the one fucking you, you’re the one fucking him.

Fine, he gasps as you run your nails down his abdomen. Deal.

Good, his vessel says. Because I’m next, and you better not get in the way.

He growls, eyebrows knitting.

Your smile only grows.

[chronically-sawyer-pilled]

TCSM Sissy x OC

"Sweet Sugar" Part 3

Part 1

18+, Minors BEGONE (DNI)

Warnings for this chapter: Abuse, forced kissing, bondage, drugging, general horror themes.

Warnings for whole story: NSFW, Murder, Cannibalism, Drugging, Coercion, Slight noncon, Unwanted touching, Abuse, Blood, Knifeplay, Bondage, Kidnapping, Sweat stuff, human faces being worn, pet names (sweetie, sugar, sunshine) general horror themes. This is a work of pure fiction, pure horror fiction - the actions in this story are not to be taken as positive depictions of affection.

Synopsis: 1973, Josie, a college student, is travelling across Texas with her best friend Sophie, when they come across a strange woman wandering the roads - horrible things ensue. (THERE ARE TWO VERSIONS OF THIS STORY, ONE IN THE Y/N FORMAT AND ONE IN THE OC FORMAT. THIS IS THE OC VERSION)

Word Count: I gave up on counting.

The clicking of chains awoke Josie from her numb slumber, followed by dim light flooding into the closet as the doors were swung open. Josie looked over to see Sissy, grinning like a kid who just got a puppy for Christmas. "Hey sweetie, did you sleep well?" She cooed, Josie tried to respond, but all she produce was a pathetic moan. "Oh sugar don't worry, you don't gotta talk. Our bond is deeper than words. I'm sorry I had to keep you in here, but I couldn't risk the others findin' you. You're my little secret, and I won't let them take you away from me. ESPECIALLY that Johnny. He won't lay a finger on you." She smiled, pulling Josie out of the closet and onto the floor, cradling her in her bound form. The pain of all the scrapes, bruises and cuts along her arms made her wince. "Oh you poor little thing. here, let me help you." Sissy sighed, reaching for a stack of bottles resting on a wooden bench. Still cradling Josie in her arms, she poured the contents of the bottle onto a brand new rag, humming to herself all the while. "Now, this'll sting a little. That bastard Johnny will get his comeuppance for doin' this to you I promise, but for now, just - relax." She sighed, landing a soft kiss on Josie's forehead before dabbing her wounds with the rag, causing Josie to hiss and whine into the gag with every touch. It felt like acid was being poured into a salted wound, it burned like nothing she'd ever felt before, even the numbing properties of whatever drug Sissy had slipped her wasn't enough to quell the pain. "I whisper words, you come to me. The song I sing, for all to see. The past is gone, and now I know - inside this cell, nowhere to go~" Sissy hummed, her voice dancing its way into Josie's head, each lyric off her tongue drawing her in, like a hypnotic spell. "Oh love, my love, look at your love~" She continued, her voice was beautiful, like a siren song. Josie focused on her voice, on the melody, and soon the pain melted away.

When Sissy had finished cleaning her wounds, she placed her gently against the closet, wandering back to her bench, still singing to herself. Josie tried to vocalise to her, to get her attention, but all that escaped her throat was a dry wheeze. She was so thirsty - the gag mixed with the powder had dried her throat out completely. Sissy turned back to face her, staring into her wide, pleading eyes. "What's wrong sugar?!" She cried, on the verge of tears as she dashed to Josie's side, brushing her fingers across her cheek "What's wrong?! Tell me." "Mmf…" "I… I can't hear what you want!." Sissy stared, her tone dropping, becoming irritated and angry. "mmmmf…." "WHY WON'T YOU TELL ME?!" Sissy cried, gritting her teeth as she grabbed at Josie's hair, taking quick heavy breaths that were almost snarls. "Alright. This better be good." She hissed as she pulled the gag from Josie's mouth. "Thirsty…" Josie whispered, her voice sore and hoarse, all moisture sapped from her mouth. Sissy stared for a moment, the anger fading away. "Oh course!! Silly me, I was tryna read what your soul was tellin' me, but your body was tryna do the talkin'. Gosh, how could I make such a mistake. I'll get you somethin' sugar, you'll feel right as rain!" Sissy giggled, skipping back over to her alchemy table. Josie enjoyed her slight reprieve, being able to breathe through her mouth was a welcome feeling despite the dryness. "I got what you need, sugar." Sissy cooed, placing a few bottles down before wandering over to Josie, swaying her body hypnotically as she moved. She dropped down to her knees, shuffling onto Josie's lap, inching closer and closer to her face, and trailing a finger softly across her cheek, slowly down to her lips, gently opening Josie's mouth. With a sudden movement, Sissy pressed her mouth to Josie's, parting her lips with her tongue and spitting into her mouth; a strange, sour liquid made its way down her throat, Sissy's tongue collided with Josie's, circling around, spreading the viscious liquid. Josie desperately tried not to swallow, all attempts at pulling away were futile as Sissy held her head in place, every moan of protest and desperation was met with Sissy's tongue reaching further down her throat, making her gag and whine. Sissy's free hand parted ways with Josie's cheek, making its way down her neck and into her overalls, her fingers danced their way towards Josie's bra. She squeezed gently, the feeling foreign to Josie, new. What were only gentle squeezes spread jolts of hot, violent pleasure to every inch of her body, culminating in her groin. Sissy continued to squeeze, touch, prod and poke until she suddenly pulled away, leaving Josie staring emptily, her tongue lolling out. "As much as I'd LOVE to continue, I've got somethin' I've got to do." Sissy smiled, fitting the gag back into Josie's mouth, and shoving her back into the closet. "Be a good girl and don't go anywhere." Sissy grinned, closing the closet doors and clicking the chain back into place. Josie's thoughts were hazy, in fact, she wasn't thinking much at all. She just replayed the sensation of Sissy's tongue over and over again, the feeling of her hands, that hot, burning sensation in her groin. She was sweating, her hands were clasped behind her back but she longed to touch herself, she was desperate for it, more desperate than she'd ever been, however her yearning was cut off by a mans voice from outside the door "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?! THAT GIRL IS STILL MISSIN' AND YOU'RE MEANT TO BE FINDIN' HER!" the man yelled, his voice stressed, he was clearly an older man, much older than Johnny. "DON'T YELL AT ME YOU BASTARD! I'M GETTIN' TO IT! IT'S ALL JOHNNY'S FAULT THAT SHE'S LOST YOU KNOW!" Sissy's voice echoed back "YOU TWO ARE GONNA BE THE DEATH OF ME YOU KNOW THAT! IF YOUDA JUST KILLED THE GIRL OUTRIGHT THIS WHOLE MESS WOULD HAVE BEEN OVER BY NOW! GET LOOKING!" He yelled, his voice dissapearing along with Sissy's, followed by the slam of a door and the hum of an engine - they were gone.

Josie tugged at her restraints, the ropes burning her wrists with each pull, whatever Sissy had drugged her with seemed to amplify all feelings tenfold, the good and the bad. Josie thought of Sophie, she thought of home. Would she ever see her friends again? Her family? Will she ever finish her degree? Will she pat her dog or eat at that burger place she loved? All things so trivial were now so out of reach. Tears began to well in her eyes, she was trapped here, unable to scream for help, unable to escape. If the others found her they'd kill her, like they killed Sophie. She was scared, so scared, the only times that fear seemed to relent was when she thought of Sissy. So she thought of her.

[serenevenene]

Tasty

Tatsu x Miku

DNI if you are a MINOR or TRIGGERED BY DARK CONTENT

Kinktober - Day 26

Tatsu can be dense sometimes, but once Miku makes her intentions crystal clear, he knows just how to satisfy her.

Cunnilingus, food play, thigh fucking, suspension kink

“Tatsu,” Miku said, leaning against him as they sat watching TV, “Tatsu, let’s have some fun.”

Tatsu looked towards his wife with raised brows. “Sure.”

The ex-yakuza left the room only to return with a bowl of topped-off strawberries and cream. He placed it on the coffee table that they sat at, strategically using his pinky finger to pad the landing on the wooden surface.

Miku looked at him irritably. Tatsu returned her glare with a look of confusion.

“This is tons of fun,” Tatsu defended himself, “The cream compliments the tart of the strawberries!”

Wordlessly, Miku pulled him back to the ground.

“What are you doing?”

Miku pushed him against the ground and straddled his chest. She pulled off her dress. Tatsu took her image in, intrigued that she hadn’t been wearing any underwear. She moved forward, so that his face was between her knees, where he could see everything. What kind of husband would he be if he didn’t immediately crane his neck to devour her?

“Not yet,” Miku said as she pushed his head back down. She reached over to the bowl of strawberries, dipped it in some cream and stuck it between her lower lips.

Tatsu was a woman-respecting man. He always had been, even when he still in the yakuza. Women-respecting or not, he was just a man, and he had never been so turned on in his life. His hands snaked around her legs and hips and pulled her torso down so that she sat on his face. His tongue licked the side of the strawberry that stuck out of her labia, savoring the sweet taste of the cream and her cream.

Miku felt her muscles relax as her husband dug his face in her slit. She could feel his tongue swirl around the strawberry, stretching her labia a bit, before the strawberry dropped into his mouth. She patiently waited for him to consume the strawberry, but it felt like an eternity. “Tatsu…”

The househusband gave his wife a grunt of reassurance. His tongue found her hole again, licking it clean of the cream he got on clearance before he made his way up to her swollen bundle of nerves.

“Mmmmf,” Miku moaned, her hands raking gently across his scalp. Tatsu started sucking, enjoying her taste. He moved back down to her folds, sticking his tongue as far into her as it could go. His nose tickled her clit, filling his lungs with her scent.

Miku felt the familiar feeling of an orgasm approaching. Her hands moved from his hair to his hands that were currently grabbing the thick of her thighs. She bit her lip, not wanting to be too loud. When Tatsu felt her push her hips down towards his face more, he knew she was close. It was hard to breathe, but there was nothing in that moment that was more important to him than her satisfaction. He persisted, his tongue going crazy against her hole. Miku couldn’t hold herself back anymore, and moaned loudly as she came.

Tatsu gently pushed her leg away, catching his breath before he wiped his wet face with his sleeve. He sat up only to lay Miku on the floor. Stripping away his apron and clothes, the Immortal Tatsu smirked evilly at his wife before growling the words, “My turn.”

The way Tatsu said those two words had Miku craving his touch. She waited eagerly as he pulled both her legs over one of his shoulders, wrapping an arm around them to secure them in place. With his other hand, he position his hardened length between her thighs and then pushed her legs closed.

“I want it inside,” Miku objected.

“Patience is a virtue, dear,” Tatsu replied as he started fucking her thighs. Miku watched as his cock tip emerged repeatedly between her inner thighs. She looked back up to his face. He usually had his sunglasses on, even indoors, but it was times like this – when he was being intimate with her – that she got to see his eyes. If she was being completely honest with herself, she enjoyed it when he did these things with her. Something about her husband masterbating using her own thighs while looking into her eyes made her so wet. Miku pressed her legs together tighter.

“M-miku,” Tatsu sighed. She noticed how his brows furrowed up a bit in response to the tight hold she had on his cock. “I’m gonna cum.”

Miku’s eyes returned to his tip. Soon, white ropes of Tatsu’s own cream shot out of it, splurting all over her stomach. After he regained his composure, Tatsu made sure that Miku’s legs landed gently on the floor. “I’ll be right back, don’t move.”

“Where are you going?” Miku asked curiously as he walked away for her vision.

“A man must clean up after his own mess,” Tatsu called out from the hallway. He returned with a towel in one hand and a black canvas bag in another. He knelt down next to his wife and was about to wipe off his cum from her skin when she sat up.

“Oi! You’ll get the floor all wet! That invites things like mold and mi—,” Tatsu couldn’t believe his eyes. Miku had grabbed a strawberry from the coffee table, covered it with his cum and ate it.

“Now there’s something I don’t get to see everyday,” Miku said winking at him, “How many people have seen you blush? Wait. What’s in the bag?”

Normally it would take a few minutes to set up a sex swing, but Tatsu managed to do it in under one, motivated solely by the lust he had for his wife. Pulling her up from the floor, he strapped her in.

“When did we get a sex swing?”

“When it was on sale,” Tatsu answered, “You mentioned that you wanted to spice things up a bit, so I thought I’d surprise you the next time you were in the mood.”

“You’re so sweet,” Miku said. She had meant it, but she also meant what she said next, “Now talk dirty to me.”

“Sweet?” Tatsu cooed, “You won’t be saying that after what I do to you.” He stroked his re-hardened dick. He was burning the image of Miku splayed out on the swing into his memory.

“How are you already up again?”

“It’s because you’re so sexy,” Tatsu replied, positioning himself at her entrance, “May I?”

“You may.”

Tatsu took his time with his insertion, inching forward little by little, savoring the micromovements of Miku’s walls stretching and clamping down on him. She looked at him pleadingly once she took him to his hilt.

“Don’t worry, I know,” Tatsu whispered, pushing her up on the swing so that he could lean over to kiss her. Then, he started his attack. He upped his tempo to a monstrous level – Miku always forgot about her husband’s insane physical prowess. Her head fell back, thankful that her back was supported by the swing.

“A sex swing relieves the person on it from stress on the joins…” Tatsu started.

“Shut up,” Miku retorted, “That doesn’t qualify as dirty talk.”

Smirking, Tatsu reached around her hips and gripped her ass, simultaneously pulling her towards him as he swung against her. Miku’s back arched and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her jaw slackened, losing more and more of her clarity with each of his powerful thrusts.

Suddenly, Tatsu was at her ear. “You look like you’re enjoying yourself,” he whispered. She felt herself tighten her walls. She was edging.

“I’m close,” Miku whispered, engaging all her pelvic and leg muscles to push against the swing straps to arch her back and push up her hips. With this angle, Tatsu’s cock grinded against just the right spot. “Please, please, please, please, please,” she begged.

Tatsu leaned over to kiss her again. “Cum. Cum all over me so I can have some cream with my strawberries too.”

“Oh, fuck!” Miku screamed, her eyelids shut tight. Her hands gripped at the chains of the swing as she felt her orgasm reach a peak. Tatsu came when he felt her release coat his length, creating a ring of cream at its base. Miku writhed in pleasure at the warmth of his cum entering her body. “Kiss me, kiss me, kiss m---mmmff.”

Tatsu pulled away from Miku and snagged a strawberry from the table. He took it to Miku’s drooling cunt, swiping away at their mixed juices. Miku watched as he ate it. She felt her pussy twitch against the air. Tatsu noticed. Meeting her gaze, he asked, “How was the swing?”

“It was tasty.”

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