#his pants got ripped along with his legs so i had no choice but to give him bootyshorts or else he'd be dicks out

[nakakabaliw]

So youre telling me theres a guy in the facility rn with no legs, one arm and a fuckton of guns and is living off of pure indignation with a hot voice coming towards us right now

[erxxi3]

A Sloppy First With Carlos?

Pairings: Carlos Oliveira x Fem! Reader

Summary: You have been dating Carlos for quite some time and finally decide to let him claim you as his own, but it is more like some sloppy sex.

Cw. Smut (nsfw), p in v, praise, virgin reader gets their first time wit carlos, dom carlos?, some begging, needy/desperate reader, a bit body worship if you squint ur eyes just a bit, possessive & a bit of cocky carlos, relationship had already been established yet we skipping to the part of where he just gives u a sloppy first time just to enjoy every moment of him inside you! This man is gonna make you a milf after he’s done fr fr want u to be the momma to his kids. Some fluff at the end there is def aftercare but I got too lazy to write it….

A/N: I’ve never written for Carlos before, so this is my first time writing for him and feel free to give me feedback!

SMUT AHEAD!! MINORS DNI!

Carlos Oliveira is definitely a charming guy when it came to women, but that all changed when you came into his life. He became so tough and cocky around you and others that it made him the kind of guy who didn’t let himself be vulnerable in front of people. It also caused you to fall for him a little bit faster. That was exactly what you wanted. Someone strong, and not afraid of showing it. The only problem with your choice was that he wasn’t exactly someone to get along with very well and was even more of an asshole than he already was.

Not something you expected from a man like that. But if it meant you could feel secure in his arms, then so be it. You could live with any kind of attitude. If he just wanted to keep you safe then so be it. You wouldn’t mind at all, actually. You enjoyed being near him, even if it made your heart beat faster and butterflies flutter in your stomach. You thought his roughness was sexy, even if you were slightly scared of him sometimes. And as long as there wasn’t going to be too much violence in the future, maybe you would be able to handle things better. Just give him some time, yet It wasn’t like you couldn’t deal with the bad side of him.

I mean he could be a total dickhead at times, sure, but you could tolerate that, too. He still respected you, afterall, and that was what really mattered. As long as you were happy and satisfied in his arms. And you had been that all this time. All your years of dating with a guy like Carlos Olivera didn’t go wrong. He treated you right, despite your flaws and his ego.

His ego brings out the best in him wether it’s in bed or out of bed, so there is no doubt about what you saw with him in bed that night. He was absolutely gentle, but rough when he kisses you sloppily, his hands firm when they roamed your body, and he took his pleasure in making you squirm underneath him. His tongue is hot and insistent in licking every inch of your skin and his fingers are rough and warm when they caress your breasts through the thin cotton fabric of your tight dress. And his eyes. Oh, Carlos’ eyes looked as if they were dark pools filled with lust and possessiveness. Without hesitation he took off his pants dropping them to the floor, his erection already trying to poke out the side of his boxers. You tried to take his boxers off although he had prioritized in spreading your legs apart and placed his hard member between them, foremost, further apart.

Fingers had trailed straight under the waistband of your dress while his hands started ripping your dress off, and your bra followed. With quick movements he tore the straps and panties away leaving you bare beneath his gaze, completely naked from head to toe. His lips left yours. Carlos began to apply lube to his hardened and throbbing cock, before slowly inserting it inside you, setting a slow movement in and out of you in a way that was torturous in itself. You whimpered from the sensation, but his grip on your hips tightened making the pain go away momentarily. Sloppily beginning to thrust into you, his pace quickened until he hit a certain spot that made you scream with pleasure. “Oh, God...” you moaned breathlessly before closing your eyes.

You never felt that way with anyone else. This is not your first time to say the least, but definitely better than masturbation to say the least. It made you feel so incredibly sensitive that it left you weak, yet at the same time it made you feel powerful and desirable. “That’s my girl…” he growled in a deep voice, grabbing one of your wrists and positioning it over your head as he continued hitting your sweet spot with his thick shaft. You moaned again while tears filled your eyes from the intense pleasure he gave you.

Your breathing started becoming erratic as he kept slamming his heavy cock into you with such force. He held your face, placing soft kisses all over your exposed cheeks and neck, causing goosebumps to appear on your flesh. “You feel so good, baby...” he whispered against your ear. Soon following after with, “Fuck… I’m gonna cum if you keep this up...”

“Don’t stop...” you begged breathless, feeling a shiver go down your spine as Carlos continued pumping his stiffening cock inside you. He kept pressing harder, making you cry out and bite your lip hard to prevent yourself from begging for mercy. “Please don’t stop….” You could hear your own voice quiver slightly, almost like a sob. In a moment you lost your restraint, and threw your head back, arching your back as you screamed loudly. A loud moan escaped your mouth as waves of ecstasy washed over you, and your muscles started tingling from his relentless thrusts into you.

He was getting close, you could tell, and soon he won't hold himself anymore. “Carlos…” you murmured, unable to finish your sentence because your breath was short and labored, and your voice was hoarse from screaming out.

You needed him to get you to your climax and come, now, now, now, you thought.

“Please..please…” you whimpered, feeling your body shaking with both excitement and desperation. Suddenly, everything came rushing in.

The orgasm. Carlos.

Your surroundings. Carlos’ name coming out of your mouth, His scent surrounding your whole being. You felt as if you were being penetrated by a monstrous cock very sloppily, even though you were. His warm and hard cock rubbing against your inner walls in time with his frantic thrusts. “Almost there… ah- hold out a little longer, baby…” Carlos grunted out of breath, panting heavily, his entire body trembling. Your breathing was starting to come out ragged as well, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you climaxed once again. “That’s it, baby… Come for me…” The next few minutes passed by in a blur, each second passing with such intensity it was overwhelming you. Carlos finally stopped after a while, releasing his cum inside you.

Your throat was sore and raw from screaming and your muscles were tense and sore from all the stretching, while your back was arched which he forced you to do as your climax hit. Carlos laid beside you and pulled the sheets up around you as he kissed your temple. "Are you alright?" Your mind was fuzzy as you nodded and snuggled closer into his chest. "...Yeah," was your reply, barely above a whisper. Your eyelids were glued shut, as you struggled to stay awake.

Carlos chuckled softly. "Did I fuck you that hard?" You shook your head and mumbled in reply that you loved how wild he got. "Mmm...you're welcome." After a while you felt tired and sleep began creeping onto your consciousness. Carlos seemed to sense this and wrapped his arms tightly around you to keep you warm as he nuzzled his nose against your cheek. "Get some rest, baby," he said quietly. You hummed in response as you relaxed into his hold, letting yourself drift off to sleep.

You were so tired that you were able to ignore the sound of heavy breathing, but it eventually woke you up when the covers moved slightly. Opening your eyes, and noticing your boyfriend staring at you intently. "Hey...sorry did I wake you up? Go back to sleep..." he whispered kissing the top of your head as he ran his hands gently through your hair. You buried your face deeper into his chest, and let out a small sigh as you cuddled up to his chest. Carlos laughed again, running his hand through your hair one last time before turning off the light with his other hand and lying down behind you, holding you tightly.

"I love you so much..." he said softly, kissing the crown of your head gently.

"Goodnight..." you breathed out before finally closing your eyes and falling asleep, enjoying the soothing warmth of his embrace.

[whalesforhands]

desperation looks good on you (bully!geto x fem!reader x bully!gojo)

warnings: 18+, SMUT, dubious consent, penetration, minors DNI, i hate myself for writing this, everyone is 18+ in this

On your knees, you could barely breathe as you choked on the length in your mouth.

”That’s it- That’s it… Good girl- Ugh, fuck…” Gojo Satoru groaned as he snapped his hips forward, a hand tightening its grip on your hair and lodging his phallus deeper within the warmth of your throat.

Your hands were tightened around his thick, muscly thighs as you felt more tears beginning to fall from your eyes, mouth sore and spit dribbling from your forced open lips from the sheer girth.

Gojo had always been one to pick on you. You, the quiet, non-assuming classmate of his that kept to yourself. Sweet, pleasant and easy to get along with underneath your shy exterior. You don’t understand how you ended up with the white-haired male tripping you in the hallways, causing you to spill the various books all over the floor, him laughing at your plight. Or how he would take perverse up-skirts of your panties as you walked up the stairs, making less than appropriate comments about your choice of underwear…

“God, you don’t know how much I’ve wanted those cute lips of yours wrapped around my cock.” He angles his hips to pull out of your mouth slightly, until only just the tip was inbetween your sweet lips. 

You take the chance to breathe in through your nose, gulping in air as you cough on the precum produced from his bulbous head. 

“Aww, look at you. Such an adorable mess already.” You pant slightly, meeting his admittedly, beautiful crystal blue eyes with such fear, submission and sheer cuteness. He almost feels bad when he shoves his cock back inside your throat. 

Almost.

You looked much better choking on it anyway. 

- -

He pats your head softly, lovingly as he cooed at you. His cum dribbling from your lips as he tucked his length away, satisfied and happy from making use of your warm mouth after 2 continuous rounds.

 A slight chuckle leaves his mouth before he glances down at the mess you made on your panties between your flipped up skirt. He lets out an appreciative whistle at the sight before he drags you up by your hair, hand moving to grope one of your exposed breasts and the other reaching to feel the wetness between your legs.

”Cute.” He rubs at the moist fabric, swiftly moving the thin barrier to the side and plunging a long finger into you. “Can’t believe you got this wet from sucking some cock.” He cooed, watching you squirm as he added another finger, allowing you to cling onto his uniform as you fought to hold back your moans. “You sure you still a virgin?” He laughed, curling his fingers right into that spot within you as you let out a squeal, how did he always manage to find that spot so quickly? 

“Of course you are. I’d never allow anyone to touch my cute toy.” Gojo cackled, his fingers speeding up, in and out, in and out, curled directly and perfectly at your most sensitive, his thumb rubbing at your clit.

Oh god oh god oh god…!

”C-cummin’…!” You buried your head into his chest, gripping onto his shirt for dear life, so hard that your hands felt like they were going to rip his uniform. 

“That’s right, that’s right… Cum all over my fingers, slut.” He coos as your release coated his fingers, spraying all over the hemline of his shirt, sunglasses tipped downwards as he looked down to see you adorably clinging onto him in pure ecstacy. God, you looked so cute. 

He pulled his digits out, giggling as he watched you whine from your oversensitivity. He was sure he made you cum so hard you were seeing stars right now, from the stagger you had when he parted from you, to the dazed look in your eyes.

”Clean them up real good okay?” He stuffs his sticky fingers into your mouth, watching as you closed your eyes, suckling and licking obediently. He chuckles, watching you through those beautiful eyes of his.

“Whore.”

Yeah, he definitely needs to do this more often.

- -

You always thought Geto Suguru would be different. He was always so kind, so sweet to you.

The only who to stand up against Gojo for you.

Helping you up after you’ve been tripped, sharing his textbooks with you when they’ve been stolen, stopping Gojo when he attempts to corner you.

Geto Suguru was your saviour. The shining ray of hope from the darkness that shrouded you.

It didn’t help that he was so handsome, sturdy shoulders and toned arms brushing against you whenever you scooted yourself closer to his to better view the textbook you were sharing.

Perhaps your crush on him was your downfall. The sweet innocent feelings of wanting to be near him, wanting to be the one by his side.

The one who was desperate to learn all about him. Him, who was so different from the tormenting Gojo Satoru. He, Geto Suguru, who loved to be around you as you are.

That’s why he saved you, right? Right?

Perhaps that’s why you trusted him so easily, eagerly agreeing to meet him at his home after school to better learn that recipe to the sweet tamagoyaki he had fed to you from his lunchbox.

Perhaps that was why you were pinned against his couch, allowed his head to slot inbetween your spread legs as he teased and licked over your panty-clad core. On his knees, hands gripping the underside of your thighs as he sucked at the wet spots of the fabric.

“You’re so cute, it’s hard to resist you, you know?”

His tongue was now toying with your clit, your panties long ripped off and laid uselessly in his pocket. His long fingers deep within your core, as they thrusted themselves mercilessly in and out of you.

Was this really what you hoped for when you came here?

“It’s okay because you like me, right?” You heard him whisper into your ear, his fingers intimately threaded through your own like some sort of sick joke.

You do like him. Your eyes met his own dark ones, a reminder of a crystalline blue flashed through your mind’s eye.

He wasn’t so different, after all.

You felt the thick, blunt head of his girthy cock notch itself at the entrance of your cunt. His strong hands held your legs open, exposing you in your nakedness to his hungry eyes.

He dreamt of this. Dreamt of you. He wanted you. He wanted you to want him too.

That’s why you were letting him take your precious cherry, right? You liked him. Liked him so much. You do, right?

“G-Geto…”

“Suguru.” He breathes out, hands still holding yours. “Call me Suguru, sweetheart.”

You gulped, your kiss-bitten lips trembling as tears began to fill your eyes. “Suguru, t-that won’t fit.” You cried out, trying to buck your hips away from the imposing cockhead that sat at your entrance.

You can’t possibly take that. He kisses your tears away.

“Don’t worry darling.” He begins to slide it against your drenched folds. “I’ll make it fit. Just keep being such a sweet girl for me.”

His balls bounced against your ass as he thrusted, his hands pinning your own to the bed as you cried and moaned and whined his name.

“Mmngh! No, no! Ah, Suguru!” You cried, your hips bucking themselves up to sustain the mind-numbing pleasure you were experiencing.

How did he feel so good inside you?

Suguru grabs your hips and begins vigorously thrusting into you, his powerful thrusts sending waves of pleasure through your cunt.

Though, as a thrust swings his heavy balls against you, you had come to the chilling realisation that without a condom, he will soon be flooding your womb.

“Noooo!” Thrust. “I- I don’t wanna-!” Thrust. “Pregnant!” Thrust. He mercilessly hammered his cock down deep inside your pussy, kissing the spots inside you as you squirmed and screamed. Begged him to not come inside.

He’s not having it.

“Sorry, pretty girl.” He gives you a kiss to quiet your moans. A consolation for what he was about to do. “You’re too gorgeous not to.”

Your fingers grip tight at his hands as you let out a scream, orgasming and arching your back as every muscle begins to tingle with pleasure, squeezing his cock with passionate convulsions as your cues echo around the room, the sensations too much.

How many times have you come undone for him already?

Suguru groans, thrusting balls deep inside you. His shaft filled you completely as a warm, sticky wetness was released inside you. The hot sperm pulsating inside as you fought to catch your breath.

- -

“Repeat what I just said.”

Gojo’s hands tightened around your hips as your hands found purchase on the wall for support. Your trembling feet not touching the ground, trembling mid-air as Gojo Satoru’s cum leaked out of your abused cunt, staining your ripped stockings and discarded skirt on the ground.

Your asshole tightened around his imposing cock, your befuddled mind struggling to obey.

“B-bad s-slaves get their cunts used like c-common whores…” A warning smack against your ass as you jolted from the pressure. “And g-get fucked up the ass!” You whined out, feeling him roll his hips.

Gojo Satoru was angry. Angry that Geto Suguru got to your heart first, making him lose the bet. Why did you not fall for him first? He was the Gojo Satoru.

What did Suguru have that he did not?

Why did you love Suguru first?

Why not him?

His pounding grew unsteady, his hips slapping against your ass as you moaned and moaned and moaned.

He grips your hair, pulling you backwards, enough to pull your face back and kiss you as his hips eventually stilled, buried all the way inside your ass as he started to cum, filling up your second hole with his essence.

Your body continued to shake as you were turned around abruptly, your back against the wall before you felt Gojo’s lips pressed against yours once again.

“Please,” You heard him whisper through your pleasure drunk haze. It was scratchy, his voice soft and almost desperate.

“Can’t you love me too?”

i have no asks or requests u are all making me really sad :(

[cloudcountry]

you don't have to leave.

Genre/Tropes: No notable ones!!

Summary: Can I have a soft angst with happy ending of Mc getting ready to go home but jade doesn't want them to so he does everything he can think of to make us stay and we decide to stay?

Author's Comments: I loved writing this one, I think it may just be my Octavinelle bias but I also think soft Jade deserves rights. ALSO FLOYD CALLS THE READER CLEANER SHRIMPY BC THEY HAVE A MUTUALISTIC RELATIONSHIP WITH MORAY EELS mc upgraded once they started dating jade.

~~~~~

“I found a way for you to go home.”

You looked up at Crowley, shock on your face. You didn’t think he’d taken the search to send you home seriously, and for a second you thought he was joking. Grim squirmed a bit in your lap at the news, but was clearly just as surprised as you since he didn’t say anything.

“Really? I can go home?” you asked, relief and anxiety crashing on you in waves.

“Henchhuman-!” Grim sat up, his paws resting on your shoulders. His expression was frantic for a moment, but it quickly shifted to sadness, “You...You can’t go!”

“In my infinite kindness, I will give you a week to decide. You may stay here and continue to work under me, or end your studies and go home. Ah, I’m such a generous Headmage!” Crowley hummed, beaming at his words, “Now run along! I am a very busy man-”

You walked out of his office in a daze, images of the home you’d occasionally forgotten during your stay here. The second you started on the path to Ramshackle, Grim started pawing at your shoulders again.

“You can’t go! If you leave then I’ll get kicked out!” Grim insisted, his eyes frantic.

“Relax, Grim. I’m sure Crowley will let you stay.” you set him down, continuing on your way, “I need to clear my head for a bit...this was so sudden...come on, I’ll get you some tuna-”

You turned to look back at Grim only to find the path empty. A brief sense of panic overcame you, but then you realized. You were going home. Grim was no longer your responsibility. Besides, he’d show up later for food. He always did.

You entered Ramshackle with a sense of finality, figuring it would be the last time you had to sleep in this dump. You’d gotten so caught up in Overblots and playing therapist for everyone that you’d forgotten how homesick you were. With no wallet or phone you had no photos of your family, just memories.

The sound of the front door bursting open ripped you out of your thoughts. You didn’t even get to turn around until Grim was clinging to your ankle again, two hands grasping at your shoulders.

“Hey Prefect, what gives? You’re going home?” Ace was just as panicked as Grim, his eyes wide as if you’d suggested something horrible.

“I mean! I understand why you want to go home! Of course I do! But...it won’t be the same without you! Nothing will.” Deuce looked like he was about to cry, clinging to your arm like you were his lifeforce.

“Guys! Stop crowding me. I haven’t even thought about it. I just got the news.” you pleaded, squirming out of their hold, “I can’t get peace to think about this for five seconds?! Just give me some time. I don’t want to leave you guys! You all are my friends and I care about you. Just let me be for a bit...”

You were finally able to breathe once the trio let you be. They were quiet, as if they hadn’t said anything at all. You left like you were about to cry as they moved towards the couches, Grim clinging to Ace’s pant leg. Your heart was lodged in your throat as they all sat down, back facing you.

They were giving you space.

You knew they weren’t mad or giving you the cold shoulder. They understood the choice you had to make.

Then why were you so upset?

Jade, your brain whispered, You needed to go see Jade.

Jade Leech, the Vice Housewarden of Octavinelle, had been your partner for a while now. You’d stumbled upon him in the greenhouse about two weeks after you’d shown up, trying to get a better idea of the campus layout. He’d been polite towards you, though now you knew he was trying to determine how interesting you would be. To be fair, you’d thought he was interesting too, and kept trying to find him. You learned his name, the fact that he was his dorm’s Vice Housewarden (which earned him a frantic question of whether he cared for formalities or not. He did not.), you learned he was in Octavinelle and worked at the Mostro Lounge, which is where you found your feet taking you. You had wanted to calm down and collect yourself there before telling him, but things never worked out the way you expected them to in Twisted Wonderland.

The second you stepped into the Lounge, Floyd popped up in your field of vision.

“Hey little cleaner shrimp!” Floyd beamed, “Are you here to see my brother?”

Good, Floyd was happy. If he was in a bad mood today this could have gone a lot worse.

“Yes. Do you think he could get a bit of a break for like...an hour?” you asked, hoping that Floyd would give you even a fraction of that time.

“Sure thing. He’s on break anyway. Probably making tea or looking through his mushrooms.” Floyd wrinkled his nose.

“Thank you, Floyd.” you reached up and patted his head gently.

You headed to the small break room behind the counter as Floyd giggled, continuing on his way to serve customers. The door opened with a slight creak, and you shut it quietly behind you.

“Hello, dear.” Jade hummed, appearing next to you so quickly you would think he teleported, “Did you come all this way just to see me?”

“Jade, I have something to tell you. It’s important.” you said, your stomach twisting in knots.

He blinked, surprised. The look didn’t last.

“Okay. What is it?” Jade smiled, taking your hand in his.

“Crowley found a way to send me home.” you confessed, meeting his gaze.

Silence.

Jade’s smile twitched a bit, his eyes never opening. He chuckled, but you could tell there was a troubled undertone now. Being around Jade for so long helped you pick up on those little things that only Azul and his brother could decipher.

“Would you like some tea?” he hummed, turning away from you, “I have a new blend. I’m sure you’d love it.”

“Jade.” you stood your ground, watching as he stopped in his tracks.

He didn’t turn around.

“Would you like sweets instead? We have a new dessert you can try. I submitted the recipe myself.” he hummed, starting towards the small table without looking at you again.

“Jade, please look at me.” you pleaded, “I wanted to talk to you to clear my head. You’re the only one I can trust to do that right now.”

“What is there to discuss? Do you want to hear about the new mushroom species I’ve found? I can’t say I blame you, it’s certainly fascinating.” he finally looked at you, that smile still plastered on his face.

“Jade, I don't know what to do.” you reached for him, but he didn’t meet you halfway.

“About the mushrooms?” he turned away from you, pouring a cup of tea, “I can teach you how to take care of them. Then you can forget about this going home nonsense.”

“But Jade...I care about you.” you murmured, staring at your lap. That last comment was like a knife in your heart—you knew Floyd and Jade were blunt people, but you expected a little more communication from him.

“And I you, dearest. But I’m afraid that doesn’t matter anymore.” Jade handed you your tea, his eyes finally meeting yours, “You’ve got your home back, and it would be selfish of me to stop you.”

“That’s not what you’re thinking and you know it. You’re teasing me right now. You want me to stay and I know that, Jade.” you barely restrained yourself from slamming your tea on the table.

He briefly looked taken aback before he began to chuckle, his hand rubbing the top of your head.

“Well, it seems you haven’t lost your touch. I would not be myself if I were not selfish.” Jade retracted his hand, still managing to keep his distance despite the fact that the two of you were so close just moments before, “But you’re wrong. I am being selfish. Now, would you like to see those mushrooms? I submitted a new recipe to the lounge, too. You can tell me recipes from your home and we can make them here. You don’t have to go back when you’ve found another home here.”

“But it’s my home.” you breathed, heart twisting painfully in your chest.

“But am I not also your home?” Jade’s eyes flashed as he leaned down to your seated position, unexpectedly close, “I was under the impression that I was just as important to you.”

“Don’t guilt me. Don’t make this harder.” you mumbled, tearing your gaze away.

“How do you think I feel?” he asked.

“The same. We feel the same, I think.” you mumbled, “I…I think we’re both making a decision that might leave a home behind.”

Jade said nothing for a few beats. You didn’t either. He stood up straight again, sitting down across from you as he poured himself a cup of tea. The silence was suffocating as you two sat across from each other.

“I knew this day would come.” Jade hummed, “I just did not expect it to be so soon.”

“That makes one of us. Crowley can be so incompetent sometimes that I just... assumed I’d never go back.” you confessed.

Jade made a soft noise of interest, but changed the topic again.

“I’m going on another hike tomorrow. I hope you will be there to join me.” he stated, plunging the both of you into an awkward silence for the rest of your meeting.

You received his silent message.

Make a decision by then.

🍄

“Whaaat? You’re going back into the mountains again?” Floyd huffed, glaring at the small pile of Jade’s gear.

“Of course. At this time of year, certain species of mushrooms are thriving. It'd be foolish not to take advantage of it.” he hummed.

“Gross. Just don’t bring any of those weird things back, okay? I hate them.” Floyd grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I’ll bring back whatever I please.” Jade laughed softly, hoisting his gear on his back and opening the door.

“You better not!” Floyd shrieked as he shut the door, ignoring his brother’s plea.

The walk to his usual hiking trail was more thought provoking than he was used to. Jade, for once in his life, had no idea what you were going to do. After all, your entire motive during this school year was to get by and go home. Who knows if a few connections would be enough to soften your heart? Jade thought it would, but with your indecisiveness yesterday, he couldn’t be sure.

He couldn’t be sure until he saw you waiting for him at the trail.

Was it just his imagination, or was the walk taking longer than usual? He checked his watch and blinked a few times when he saw that only a few minutes had passed. It wasn’t taking slower than usual. Laughing quietly under his breath, Jade found himself intrigued with this feeling.

Anticipation.

What would you choose? Would you choose him (and your little Heartslabyul friends too, he supposed they’d be included as well) or your home?

The last stretch of trees before he turned on the trail seemed to drag on. Jade purposefully slowed his pace, the anticipation welling up in his chest. There was some sort of enjoyment he found in this unpredictability, even if it was you. He hoped you’d forgive him for being late if he ever saw you again.

He turned down the path, eyes immediately sweeping the area.

He almost laughed when he saw you, sitting down, leaning against a tree. You were examining a map of the trails with a furrowed brow, and he remembered the first time he’d taken you up here. He’d let you navigate for the fun of it, and you both had gotten lost. Jade was far more happy about it then you were, and he’d had camping supplies prepared. This earned an enraged exclamation from you because you thought he’d packed those thinking you’d get lost. He’d told you that no, he’d packed those because he knew you’d get lost.

To this day, he thought your angry face was cute.

“I’m glad you decided to stay.” he placed a hand on your head, making you jump.

“Jade! I didn’t even hear you!” you stood up quickly, dusting yourself off, “Um...Ace and Deuce wouldn’t leave me alone. And I have Grim to take care of. And...I don’t think I’d want to go home if I couldn’t take you with me. I think this place feels more like home than anywhere else. Even if I miss some people from my world...I found more people here. It wouldn’t feel right leaving them.”

Jade laughed, sweeping you into a hug. You buried your face in his neck, clinging to him tightly.

“You’re so cute, my dear.” he tilted your chin and kissed you gently, one of his hands cradling your face as the other held you against him.

Breaking away, he relished your flustered expression.

You chose him.

[backmuscles21]

Dead To Me

Zdog x Reader

Summary: You couldn't be happier with your girlfriend; you never wanted to be apart from her, but then you had a choice: fight for the humans or the Na'vi. Zdog is my muscle mommy and you can't tell me any different.

Warnings: explicit language, internalized homophobia, implied/referenced homophobia, lesbian character

You were in the garage working on your mech suit, you were trying to switch out some of the hydraulics, being an engineer in the Marines was both amazing and kind of rough. It was better than running drills, if you had to be sweaty and covered in grease, might as well be while you're close to a shower.

It wasn’t till you heard some commotion that you remembered there was a whole bunch of new scientists and marines coming in today. You kept on working and occasionally your eyes would flick up to your colonel in his mech suit and more often than not look at your girlfriend working on some guns with Lyle. It made you smile; it also made your cheeks heat up whenever you found yourself just staring at her biceps.

You heard your colonel start talking to someone, you turned your head to see him walking along with some new guy in a wheelchair. As they go to pass by you, Quaritch calls out your rank, you stand up and grab the towel by you to clean your hands.

“Jake this is (y/n), she is an engineer, a damn good one at that. Also has an avatar body. Turns out when you can kick ass and know languages really well, you’ll get the job.”

You laughed a little and cleaned off your hand and shook Jake’s hand, “It’s nice to meet you, Jake.”

“You too, good to know there’s another marine in an avatar body.”

“I didn’t come here for that; I came here as a marine but I picked up the language quickly and Grace needs protection. It’s more money so why not.”

Jake could already tell he liked your smile; you were so kind and sweet it’s hard to find that on earth and on top of that finding it in the Marines.

“I wouldn’t think about flirting with her or trying to start anything,” Quaritch said to Jake as they left you to your work.

“Why, she yours?”

“No, but she is hers,” Quaritch points to Zdinarsik who looks like she’s about to rip his head off.

“She is quite tough and very possessive of that girl. They work well as a team though, and get everything done no questions asked and everything is done right. Try to stay on her good side.”

“Got it, don’t flirt with mean scary girl’s girlfriend.”

Zdog walked over to you and had you in her arms, you knew she was jealous, almost everyone here knew you were hers and knew to steer clear. You were pretty and Zdog knew that she didn’t need these horny military boys coming after you when you were hers.

The next few days went by and it was Jake’s first day linking in with you, you heard about how his first time linking in went. He ran out onto the field still in his medical gown and everything, you and Grace had a good laugh about that.

You and Jake were going out to do some field research with Norm and Grace, you were excited to get back into your Na’vi body and stretch your legs. You hadn’t been out in a while but they were going far out and needed some extra firepower. Linking in and getting ready to head out was the best, you looked just like you did out of your avatar, armed to the teeth and in camo pants. You kissed Zdog before linking in and she saw you in the garage before flying off with your team. It was weird being so much taller than your girlfriend, normally she was a few inches taller than you and more muscular but now you had everything on her. Saying goodbye was always the hardest, you knew you wouldn’t die but there’s always a chance and just being away from her for hours sucked too.

Grace was on the ground scanning neural pathways in the roots of the forest, she and Norm were geeking out over the synapsis. You chuckled hearing them talk, you and Jake were keeping watch, hoping no bogeys decided to visit, you wanted this to be a quick in and out.

But Jake just had to fuck it up, now he’s missing and we can’t find him.

“I can go boots on the ground.”

“It’s getting dark, that’s stupid,” Grace replies.

“Well, what are we supposed to do? The guy knows nothing and to top that off he’s an idiot. We can’t just leave him alone.”

“We can pick up in the morning.”

“No, let me down, I’ll take a look.”

“Absolutely not, we’re heading back.”

“If we lose his billion-dollar avatar body, it’s your fault.”

So, you went back to the base and hours later, Jake came out of his link pod, the idiot found his way into the Na’vi people.

Months went by and you could tell, Jake wasn’t on the side of humans anymore, he was more Na’vi than human. He spent every constant second linking in, he was obsessed with the people, the land, and Neytiri.

It was time to make a decision, were you team human or team Na’vi, you and Trudy were talking and you were going to save Grace, Norm, and Jake. You were going to get them out of there and get them to safety, you were going to help the Na’vi that was the only way. You didn’t want to hurt people, that’s not why you signed up for this, you disagreed with Quaritch’s methods.

So, you helped them escape.

Then you lost Grace and it made you lose yourself a little.

She was one of your best friends, you in a split second gave up your military friends and your girlfriend. Grace and you had a strong connection for being in two different parts of an operation. You cried a lot, it was hard to be without her here with you and on top of that, you just left your girlfriend with nothing. You just left her, you didn’t break up with her, you just chose the opposite side which was basically the same thing. She was going to feel so betrayed; she was going to hate your guts; she was going to kill you if she ever found you.

You cried for the loss of your best friend and for just leaving your girlfriend, you still loved her so much. But that didn’t matter anymore, you had a job to do, you had to fight back, you were going to win. In the short time of getting ready for battle, you tamed an ikran, you changed into traditional Na’vi attire, you had your hair done and you found yourself falling into the same trap Jake did.

You loved this place, the people, the culture, the flora and fauna.

You couldn’t leave now; you were going to stay if they let you and if you survived this gruesome battle.

After the battle, mourning the dead, getting rid of the unwanted sky people and trying to move into a new safe home, it was finally a moment to breathe. You assimilated with the people, you were a true Na’vi and to top it off, you were permanently in your avatar body. You were one of the best warriors the Omaticaya had now, you and Jake were the best of the best.

However, sky people will always return.

Jake has kids now; you were the most decorated warrior and you weren’t as successful in finding a mate. You never really tried; you figured trying to go after a girl here was hard. You did have men try to court you but it never felt right, it felt like you were being pushed into the closet again. You tried to not stare at some of the beautiful Na’vi girls, but you couldn’t help it sometimes. Some of them were so nice to you and so helpful, you couldn’t not have a crush.

One day as you and Jake were getting ready for another raid you talked to him as you saddled your ikrans.

“Hey Jake, do you know if the Na’vi allow two females to be together? Like as a mated pair?”

He snickered at you, “missing Z still?”

“Yes and no. I just wouldn’t mind mating with someone and I know you know about all the guys that have asked me, but I don’t want that, I want a girl.”

“Well, I haven’t seen it here, at least not yet. Maybe ask Neytiri. They may be okay with it; they just happen to not have any here.”

“Oh my God, that’s embarrassing. I can’t ask Neytiri that.”

“Well, then sucks to be you.”

“Why can’t you ask?”

“Because she is my wife and I’m more scared of her than you are.”

You laughed at that, “fine I’ll ask her when I get back.”

So that’s what you did, after another successful raid, you went to Neytiri. Your body was full of anxiety, you were scared to admit this to your new family, and you were scared of being rejected and outcasted again. You had no choice, if you wanted a mate, a female mate, you’d have to ask. You walked over to the Sully residence and entered, Neytiri was getting dinner ready with Kiri, which made this worse.

“Hey, I have a question for you Neytiri.”

“What do you need?”

You took a deep breath, “I want to find a mate, but-“

“That is wonderful, I know many suitors that would be a perfect match for you.”

“Neytiri, wait, I-“

She started to list off male warrior names and why they’d be perfect.

“Neytiri, stop please.”

She stopped talking.

“I don’t want my mate to be male. I wanted to ask if you’ve even heard of two females being mated.”

She just stared at you; your anxiety skyrocketed impossibly.

“There are a few girls here that want a female mate.”

“So, you guys are accepting of that?”

She nodded.

“I didn’t know if you would be or not. I know it’s a really big thing to have kids and stuff so I didn’t know.”

“Jake told me that you were with a military girl before this.”

“Yeah, I just left her to help out the Na’vi people. I didn’t want more people to die. I didn’t want good people to die.”

“We thank you for that.”

“I still think about her, I still miss her. She was everything to me and I just left like it was nothing.”

“I don’t blame you for wanting to move on. I can introduce you to someone I think you might like. If I stand corrected you two are already good friends.”

“Jake told you I had a crush on her didn’t he.”

“Yes.”

“Remind me to punch him next time I see him.”

She laughed at that.

In the next few days, you started to court this girl and you were happy, you could feel it. You followed Jake’s kids and Spider into the forest, you knew that they were headed towards the old link shack. You knew Jake’s rules about it, but you figured they would go anyway might as well be here to tell them about it. You were here to protect them if needed and to top it off, seeing the old battle sight was at times a good reminder of the old days.

As you came up to the shack, ready to take a look, you all saw it, the Na’vi bodies in full military tact uniform. Your body went cold, this wasn’t good, something was wrong, why were they here?

“Call your dad,” you said to Lo’ak and begrudgingly he did.

“We got to go, this isn’t safe,” you said trying to usher the kids away but then you caught it.

Was that Zdog’s face, it couldn’t be.

As you tried to leave with the kids, you got caught, and now they held you like prisoners. You tried your best to keep your head down, just to avoid suspicion but hearing that voice, that was your colonel, no doubt about it. Your body just felt more scared; your body was tingling with anxiety.

It didn’t help that the person holding onto you was Prager, you and him were like siblings, fighting and then laughing. You didn’t fight and you didn’t look around, you just wanted to melt away, you knew at this point they’d kill you. You betrayed them, you just left without a word, not to mention you now knew without a doubt your girlfriend, well ex-girlfriend, was among these soldiers.

Quaritch was going around to pretty much each person asking where Jake was, but Quaritch knew better, he saw the five fingers on Lo’ak and Kiri. Then he checked out your hand and of course, there were five fingers and he got down on one knee to get closer to eye level with you.

“Looks like someone is pissin’ their pants,” Quaritch said aloud to his teammates then looked back at you. “Never been this scared before, huh half breed.”

Did he think you were one of Jake’s kids too, your body was the same age as Jake’s, I guess maybe he can’t tell.

“Oh, I’ve been plenty scared, just not as scared as you’re gonna be.”

He looked quizzical, “what are you on about, you ain’t nothin’.”

Quaritch went to kick your leg and you used your training to your advantage, you twisted your wrists over to grab Prager’s wrists then you extended you’re your legs to catch Quaritch’s between your thighs. You twisted over and Quaritch fell to the ground and Prager lost his grip on you, you moved fast to straddle Quaritch.

“Betcha didn’t think you’d be seein’ me again now didya.”

His face held bewilderment and shock, they all thought you died, they didn’t realize you assimilated with the Na’vi people. Quaritch quickly flipped you over so you were on your back, he now held the power and he lifted you up by your braid.

“Looks like we found ourselves another traitor.”

You heard the gasps and you saw the shock written over some of your old teammates’ faces, they thought you were dead. Then you saw Zdog, she looked hurt more than anything, she lived with the fact that you died. You were here all along, you just left her and for what, fucking blue monkeys, she couldn’t believe it.

“Z-“

“Save it.”

“Please let me explain.”

“There's nothing for you to say, you’re dead to me.”

[plaguechyld]

Ghost!Muzan x AFAB!Reader

This is the same as my other ghost!Muzan fic, I just changed the reader’s sex.

@alexkibutsuji

"Please.." Muzan mumbled into the crook of your neck, his legs shifting slightly in anticipation of your touch. A smile grew on your face as you pressed the spirit against the cold wall of the corridor, making his cheek press against the stone. His palms pressed against the smooth surface and he let out a little gasp when he felt your warm lips on the back of his neck. It had been so long since he had felt any type of warmth, having died centuries ago. He arched his back so that his stomach pressed against the wall as well. He tried to look back at you but because of his position he could barely see you.

His body hitched when he felt your hand rub one of his hips, undoing his pants and slipping them down. He let out a soft groan when he felt you rubbing his hardening cock, his hips bucked into the warmth instinctively and searched for more of the feeling. His legs shake from the feeling of you removing his underwear and palming his cock bare. Your hand curls around the base and slowly pumps it, ripping sweet moans from the ghost's lips. His back arched further and he pawed at the stone wall helplessly. He swallowed thickly as you sped up the pace of your actions, his legs shaking more and his moans growing louder. You merely smile at how you've been able to reduce your best friend's ancestor into a whimpering mess with only a few gentle touches. Once again, the pace of your hand movements speed up, leaving Muzan aching for more, for something deeper. He let out an impatient whine, trying to tell you to speed up. He desperately wanted you deep inside him and he wanted to feel the sweet release he had been robbed of for so long. He blushes when he hears you let out a quiet chuckle at his antics.

However, you do not keep him waiting for long as you unbuckle your belt and allow your pants to pool at your feet. You tap two of your fingers against Muzan’s lips and he wordlessly opens his mouth so they can enter. He sucks on the digits, coating them with saliva quickly. He lets out little groans around your fingers when your free hand finds his hip. Your hand gives little squeezes all along the exposed skin of Muzan’s hip, eliciting a new sound for each action. Soon enough you remove your fingers from his mouth and move them down to his hole. You insert one and then another soon after. His eyes roll back from the feeling of being stretched for the first time in centuries. You work your fingers in deeper while his body welcomes the warmth, clamping down every time you move deeper. Soon enough, he lets out a little yelp of pleasure, alerting you to the place of his prostate. His legs tremble as you continuously stimulate the sensitive spot and his moans grow louder in volume and more frequent.

Before he can cum from your skilled fingers, you pull them out. He whines at the loss, temporarily dissatisfied. However he let out a tiny whimper as he felt the head of your strap on pushing against him. He nodded his head quickly, pushing back on you with his hips. It had been a long time since he had taken anyone and had since grown sensitive and the stretch was no longer familiar. He gasped as you began to push in, his hands pawing at the wall again as he fought with himself on whether to try and run from the overwhelming stimulation or push back and get more. However the choice is shortly made for him as your hand holds him steady by his stomach. He whines from the feeling of being filled, his legs shaking even more from the powerful sensation.

“Please, it's too deep! I- Oh..~” He complained though he rocked his hips against you. You smiled, feeling the bulge in his stomach from you. You pressed down on the area, making him squeal in surprise and enjoyment. Soon, you started moving, your thrusts were gentle and slow at first but soon got faster, harder and deeper. You would rub his hips every time you sped up, easing him through it. His moans grew louder in volume, echoing off the walls of the empty corridor. As you thrust harder and harder into the spirit, you were met by sobbing sounds joining the mix of moaning and creating a chorus of explicit sounds that met the slightly chilly air of your surroundings. His wordless pleas grew more desperate and you could tell he was getting close to his orgasm. You were growing close too with him clamped down so tightly around you.

You let out your own quiet groans and deep breathes into Muzan’s ear, spurring him on in his desperate attempt at release. He squirmed slightly, legs barely holding his weight anymore. He practically screamed as he came, white staining the wall along with his stomach. He let out a few sobs as you fucked him through his orgasm, tears spilling down his flushed cheeks. He nearly collapsed after that, had you not caught him. You pressed a loving and gentle kiss to his temple and he could only weakly lean into the touch, looking for more comfort after such intense sensations. You lifted him into your arms and cleaned the cum from his stomach with the back of the curtain that framed his portrait before dressing him. You pull your own pants back up and then begin walking down the hallway, the passed out ghost snuggling up to you.

[idiotwithanipad]

Gore AU

(TW: Graphic injury detail)

Robin:

Gore AU Robin is a lot more ‘savage’ than the canon, not just in appearance but in behaviour. He rarely speaks and is mostly completely silent, mainly communicating via growling, groaning and panting. But when provoked he is extremely loud and aggressive. The only ghost who can seemingly ‘calm’ him down is Mary, but even then, he won’t speak. He rarely comes in the house and prefers to stay outside, mainly in areas where there are places to hide. He’s rarely seen during the day, even by the other ghosts; he’s so obscure to them that they never even got the chance to rename him ‘Robin’, leading them to just refer to him as ‘the savage’.

His posture is a lot different as well. Sometimes he can be spotted walking low to the ground leaning down on his knuckles like an ape, or even walking on all fours completely. When he DOES walk on two legs, his back is hunched and he has difficulty holding his head up straight. His skin is littered with scars from when he met his demise from the lightning, but along with those scars are the scars he received from the bear attack. Gore AU Robin had a ‘Revenant’ moment of sorts with the bear before it turned away to finish off the remains of the other hunters, during which time, Robin took the opportunity to flee. Then came the tree. The bear managed to get a few good swipes at him as he climbed, tattering his furs and ripping his skin beneath them.

He had been rendered almost half deaf; His brain is still sizzling inside his skull from the lightning strike, consider it like Tinnitus, he can constantly hear the sound in his head, literally in his head.

Rare moments where he is peaceful mainly involve either Mary or a child/baby. In those moments he will be quiet and almost nurturing; Gore AU Robin never evolved as much as Canon Robin did, so he is forever stuck in a permanent loop of remembering his responsibilities to protect children, seeing adults as threats.

Mary:

Gore AU Mary is almost more like a banshee than a ghost; like Gore AU Robin, she is almost completely silent, but unlike Gore AU Robin, that is by choice. She no longer wants to use her voice to explain, or to plead her innocence, she wants to use it to frighten men away. Mary is a lot more vengeful and hate filled, becoming a poltergeist to any man who sets foot on the land. Her furious screams can be heard from any direction from anywhere in the house or on the grounds.

Unlike canon Mary, Gore AU Mary is completely burnt to a crisp, her skin charred and flaking like burnt leaves. Her clothes are reduced to rags and her hair is burned off, her head is mostly only covered by her bonnet. The only indication that she is a woman is her figure; her shoulders and hips are the same width, but her waist is cinched slightly beneath her charred apron.

She, like Robin, rarely speaks to any of the other ghosts, aside from Fanny and Kitty. She communicates nonverbally with Robin, the two sharing a love language of sorts. Mainly through eye contact and hand motions. Mary had a habit of speaking with her hands while she was alive, something she still does in death, and she uses it to her advantage to settle down the caveman if he gets restless.

Because of the constant noise in Robin’s head deafening him, Mary can do little to talk him down from his moments of crazed paranoia and aggression, so lulling him with actions is the only thing she can do. Holding his face in one hand while slowly waving her other hand in front of his eyes like a soft flame; almost the equivalent of someone dangling a pocket watch in someone’s face to hypnotise them.

The topic of children is bittersweet to Gore Au Mary, although she would never bring herself to frighten a child, she actively avoids them if they end up in the house at all. Especially if the child was a little girl, Mary would become a grim angel of sorts and guide them away from any danger they may face.

[thatgirl101blog]

Teasing Game

Request by @starobsidianruby

I couldn't help but notice the way Bret's eyes followed me as I moved across the room. It was like he was spellbound, unable to tear his gaze away from me. A mischievous smile played on my lips as I decided to have a little fun with him.

I sauntered over, each step deliberate and enticing, knowing that every movement would only intensify his desire. As I got closer, I could see the anticipation building in his eyes, a hunger that mirrored my own.

Leaning in close, I whispered seductively, "Is it my imagination or are you finding it hard to resist me?" My voice dripped with sugary sweetness, teasing him mercilessly.

Bret's breathed as a smirk curled up at the corner of his lips. He tried maintain his composure, but I could see the fire burning in his eyes. knew I had him right where I wanted him.

I gently traced a along his jawline, feeling the tension in his body increase with each touch "You know," I purred, "I could make it even harder for to resist." I leaned in closer, my warm breath grazing his ear, sendingivers down his spine.

His voice came out strained, barely a whisper, "What are you suggesting?"

With a playful glimmer in my eyes, I teased, "Well, maybe if you can prove yourself worthy of my attention, I might consider giving in to your desires."

A mix of frustration and determination flashed across Bret's face as he took a step closer, closing the remaining distance between us. His voice was low and filled with determination, "Challenge accepted."

I couldn't help but chuckle at his response, delighted by the thrill of the chase. With every trick up my sleeve and every tantalizing move, I would keep pushing his boundaries, teasing him until he couldn't resist any longer. The game had just begun, and I was determined to make him crave me like never before.

As the days went by, the teasing between us escalated. I would send playful glances his way, slyly brush against him in passing, and drop hints of what he was missing out on. Bret became even more determined to win me over, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and frustration.

One evening, we found ourselves at a crowded party. The atmosphere was electric, and I could sense the tension between us reaching its breaking point. Spotting Bret across the room, I decided it was time to take things to the next level.

I approached him with a confidence that matched the fire burning within me. "You've come a long way, Bret," I whispered as I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against his ear. "But are you ready for what comes next?"

His breath hitched, and I knew I had captured his full attention. With a mischievous smirk, I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards a secluded corner of the room. There, hidden from prying eyes, our little game would reach its climax.

The excitement was palpable as our bodies pressed against each other, the undeniable chemistry crackling in the air. Our lips finally met in a passionate embrace, and it was as if time stood still. All the teasing and taunting had brought us here, to this moment of undeniable desire.

In that electrifying kiss, we both knew that there was no turning back. The teasing had served its purpose, igniting a flame that couldn't be extinguished. As our hearts raced, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing that my playful teasing had led us to this intoxicating connection.

He pushed me against the sink and pulled my dress up and ripped my panties. I breathe as I felt him quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. His hands cam across my chest and pulled down the straps of my dress.

“So you think I wouldn’t win this challenge without you being punished for it.” His choice hushed with deepness undertone. “Of course daddy I’m good little girl for you. I teased him. I felt his hand come across my black ass before I felt him spank me.

Feeling my juices run my leg while feeling his cock against my ass. He flipped me around and deeply kissed me before going to my black pussy. I deeply gasped as I felt his tongue on my clit, I gripped his long black hair and pulled him closer. His hands on my hips to keep me in place.

Felt like I was running out of air as my lungs burned. He chuckled on my pussy as I was almost close to my orgasm. “I’m close baby just please stick your finger in me.” I deeply whimper. “Haha no you don’t deserve an orgasm. Only good girls get to to cum.” He stood up away from me standing in shock.

Grabbing the back of the back of my head and pulled me towards his cock. Forcing my mouth sucking it while the party still going outside. “That’s it my slut baby, suck on daddy’s cock for me.” His voice echoed. Taken him deeper in mouth while foundling with his huge balls. I decided to tease his slit while doing kitty licks.

He shoved my head back down and told me stop teasing. I decided to do my special trick is to swirl my tongue around his cock while sucking. His grunting and loudness against the music was so damn erotic and a turn on. It was soon he blew his load in my mouth making sure I drink his cum.

“Hehe and no you been a bad girls don’t get to come.” He said while tucking his cock back in his pants. Fixing our selfs up and leaving out the bathroom and decided to leave the party. Hated to not cum but I knew he would when we get home….

[shardkeeperwip]

Cold

Got off work early so I wrote a little something spooky!

Of course it was madness to travel this late. Only the ghost-white gleam of the moon showed our path, the sun having fallen below the horizon line hours ago.

But what choice did we have? What passed for shelter along the road was unstable when we inspected it. Our last shelter had vanished into a hole and we couldn’t chance another close call like that.

Aurea gasped for air as she held her hands against her shaking legs. We’d walked all afternoon since our hideaway fell and she could barely stand. But she still put herself between the younger girls and the lumbering figure with the blade.

“Get… get them out of here,” she said through panted breaths.

My eyes darted to the two girls we’d found. Cori was no older than ten. She huddled behind Allis, who had picked up a rock and was steadying her aim. She herself was only about twelve. I had to get them somewhere safe.

But I couldn’t leave my sister.

I found a stone of my own and hurled it with everything I still had. It landed miserably short of the figure but its – his? - attention shifted to me. I puffed out my chest and stood as tall as I could manage.

“Over here! Yeah! I’m the one you’ve got to deal with!” I was shouting before I could stop myself. I hopped to the right over what used to be a retaining wall and picked up another rock.

The figure turned slowly and deliberately. We were all tired and hungry and wouldn’t last long in either a chase or a fight. It didn’t matter what order we went down in.

“Shade!” Aurea shouted.

Too late. I was lunging forward with a crazed yell. I want to say I hoped to put the figure off-guard but the truth is I was just running on instinct. The blade rose into the air above my head as I closed the distance. I knew I’d never dodge in time. My only prayer was to ram the figure with the rock hard enough that the sharp metal would lose momentum before slicing me to ribbons.

My forward foot found only air where the ground had been.

I fell forward. In my surprise I dropped the rock. It didn’t hit the ground.

Because there was no ground.

A hole like the one that had swallowed our shelter gaped open where the dirt road had been less than a full second earlier. An impossible void of eerie blue light took its place.

The figure and I both fell into it.

***

I never landed. These holes weren’t simply places where the ground had fallen in on itself over some hitherto unknown hollow. They were blank spots in the fabric of the world.

I’d expected to be dead by now after falling into one. But I could still see and feel. I must have been alive.

What I could see and feel did little to reassure me. My gaze found nothing but the pale blue light in all directions. The large blade and the figure that had held it were nowhere to be found. I wasn’t plummeting any longer. Gravity no longer had a hold.

But more than anything else I felt the cold. Bitter and biting like a winter’s relentless wind. My fingers and ears ached as it tore into me. My skin almost burned with the icy nothingness that ripped through me like thousands of microscopic shards of glass or steel.

I shook with an involuntary urge to warm myself through motion, shivering through the horrible, unending cold. My teeth chattered so hard I was sure I’d break them against each other. They champed together so violently I couldn’t even force out a cry for help.

I wasn’t dead, but I was certainly dying.

I forced my eyes open again. I had to find a way out. A way back up to the solid world.

And then it appeared.

A great, thin being stood before me. It had the shape and proportions of a human but no human was ever that tall. Nor was a human’s skin the pale blue that only barely distinguished itself from the light, not even one deprived of oxygen. It wore tattered, dark robes and I more than half expected a skeletal hand to reach out when it extended an arm toward me.

But the being wasn’t Death.

“Lost little one… from the world of humans…”

It had a somewhat singsong voice that I heard more in my mind than with my ears. I forced my chin from where instinct buried it into my chest for warmth to look up.

“You have come to our world… and found only danger here…”

The pale blue hand that extended to me was palm up and open, like it was offering me to take it. Beyond the color and size it was a simple human hand with flesh and skin. I looked higher to meet the being’s eyes.

I found a mask instead of a face, blank and featureless with not even holes for eyes to look out. Around its head it wore a crown of twisted metal with five branching points reaching down and out until each end finally curled up into a sconce as though it had found some fallen chandelier and decided it would be a fine hat.

I tried to force a smile at the ridiculousness of the thought but the cold bore into my bones and I found myself forced to look down by a body that insisted on curling around itself for protection.

“I have an offer… for you, little human…”

I pulled my head up again and tried to keep my gaze steady. I tried to ask what it meant but I couldn’t form the words with my teeth chattering.

“Save our world… and you may be returned to yours…”

Home.

The thought overwhelmed all else. Even, for just a brief moment, the cold. Since Aurea and I had come to this world we’d searched and searched for a way back to the human world. The closest thing we’d ever gotten to a lead was another pair of human children, just as lost as we were.

I forced my rigid arm outward. It struggled to wrap itself back around my torso. The cold was too much. I couldn’t reach.

My hand met the being’s outstretched fingers. Just enough to brush them before I curled back in on myself against the stinging cold.

The being nodded. The hand reached forward and pressed against my forehead.

Everything burned with a cold more frigid than I could imagine was possible. I heard my scream echoing through the void around us as the being pulled… something from my forehead: a light, faint and glowing orange against all the blue.

I watched as the being lifted the light to one of the sconces of its crown. The flame caught and settled into place, burning with a warmth that slowly flowed through me starting at the place on my forehead where the being had taken it and running through my blood to my organs and limbs and finally to the tips of my near-numb fingers and toes.

“Thank… you…”

I stared at the flame dancing on the prong of the crown, warm and lively and lonely, the only lit sconce of the five.

Gravity returned to the world beneath me. I fell again.

***

I landed on the dirt road before the figure with the blade. It had plunged the sword into the ground – the ground! – inches from my side. I rolled to an opening away from the weapon and scrambled to my feet.

I spun before the figure could loose the sword from the dirt and gripped my palm around the handle of a dagger. I lunged and pushed the short blade deep into the figure’s side. Ice spider webbed out from the point of contact. I pushed harder and I could hear cracking.

The figure howled: a horrible noise that reverberated through my body as I forced the dagger as far into its body as it would go. White chunks of ice broke out along every exposed patch of the figure’s flesh.

I pulled the blade back. The figure shattered.

I stood there for a moment processing what had occurred.

“Shade?” asked Aurea, her voice shaky. I looked up.

Aurea and the two girls crept forward to see that the threat had truly gone. I breathed and stared at the dagger, clear as water and solid as ice, that now rested in my hand reflecting the moonlight.

“Shade,” asked Aurea. “Where did you get that?”

“I… I don’t know,” I lied.

[snaillamp]

June of Doom - Day 7 Old Man’s Bones

So, uh, I’m gonna admit defeat for @juneofdoom. I got a massive cold and didn’t write for days and so I can’t be bothered to catch up now. I’m also a little burnt out. I’ll still finish the challenge I’ll just be a bit late. It’s not a writing challenge if the universe does everything it can to make you not do it right? Anyway, I wrote this one to be a bit different to the others, I like it. ************************************************

Masterlist

Day 7: “What’s the bad news?” | Disoriented | Bite | Chainsaw |


CW: Animal death

Mathias nodded, raising the chainsaw. “What’s the bad news?” He yelled as he guided the teeth into the side of the old, rotted tree. “Well, the bad news is that no one knows where he went.” Laura covered her ears from the grating sound of the chainsaw. The tree leaned, making a loud creaking sound and then crashed down beside Mathias. “Aight. So what am I supposed to do about it?” Mathias asked, picking up a small hand axe and swinging lazily it as he walked back towards his cabin.

It was small, moss covered and honestly quite cozy. A small trail of smoke danced lazily out of the chimney.  An autumn wind rippled through the trees, making them whisper. Laura followed the man towards his cabin. “The best person for this job is you, you know the mountain like the back of your hand Mathias.” The man looked up at the young woman, well dressed in her freshly pressed uniform. “And if I don’t?” He pulled his long matted hair out of a lose pony tail. His black hair was mixed with more silvery grey since the last time she saw him. Hell, that was years ago now that she thought about it. The man’s black eyes met Laura’s, and his weathered, tanned skin creased with a sad smile. “What exactly happened? Who am I dealing with here, hey?”

He had leaned his chainsaw against the wall of his cabin, along with his axe and slid off the thick protective gloves. He shrugged off the warm jacket he was wearing, revealing a sweat stained t-shirt underneath. He shivered when the wind snaked its way around his body. “Love this time of year.” He smiled to himself, running his hand through his hair. “Been chopping all day, I’m too warm.” Laura rolled her eyes, “Don’t change the subject. Will you help or not?” Mathias stared at the young police officer again, “What am I getting into?”

Laura groaned in annoyance, before plopping down on the steps to the cabin. Mathias eased down next to her, stretching his leg out and wincing a little. He was bigger than her, stronger too, but what else would you expect from a wild man who lives in the woods? He wasn’t particularly tall though, so he could stare at Laura from her eye level when he stood. Now, he rested his elbows on his knees and stared at the ground beneath his feet.

“A man kidnapped a woman and disappeared into the woods with her. We can’t track him. We have to find him before he… does something bad.” Laura made a face, she couldn’t divulge information like this but she had no choice, their police force consisted of six people including her, and they could not afford to call in the search helicopter. Not that it would come anyway, a front was coming, it wouldn’t be able to search in the thick mist.

“So you came to me to find your man. Right. That sounds about par-for-the-course.” Mathias stroked his chin. “Mathias, please, you’re our last resort. The woman… it’s… Larissa’s sister, Maeve.” Laura looked down sheepishly, she shouldn’t have said that. “You shouldn’t’a said that.” Mathias eyed the officer. Laura nodded, feeling tears well up in her eyes.

“I should go.” She stood, brushing the dirt off her pants, and turning to Mathias, she scowled. “You know, I figured that you might want to do one good thing with your life. But I guess I thought wrong.” She marched to her car, ripping open the door angrily. When she was halfway into the seat, she heard Mathias’ voice. “Wait. Let me grab some shit ’n lock up. I’ll be 10 minutes.” The man eased himself up slowly from the stair, gritting his teeth, before swallowing the pain and walking into the cabin. He still had a slight limp.

Laura sat back in the car seat, waiting for the man to return. He did, wearing a thick leather jacket, heavy combat boots that thumped along the verandah of the cabin and a small bag. He plodded over to the car, throwing the bag in the back seat, before getting in the front with Laura. “Let’s get going. I smell rain.” He muttered, flicking his hair behind his shoulders. Laura turned the car on with a rumble, and pulled away from the cabin.

In the corner of her eye, she watched the man sitting next to her. He wasn’t particularly old, only in his early 50’s. He smelled like smoke and pine needles, and stared blankly at the road, eyes glazed over. He was deep in thought. “So tell me, what do I need to know.” He finally asked, leaning back into the seat.

Laura explained that Maeve had gone missing two days ago, but they had no idea where she was. Then they had received word from the district over that a man had gone missing, that man was under investigation for murder. It lined up too well, Maeve was in her early 30’s, brunette and tall, she had disappeared walking home in the evening. All matching suspected victims of the man, Peter Shaw.

Laura told the man everything she could think of about Peter, he was an avid survivalist, a hunter and had been missing for two days. He disappeared when Maeve had gone missing. Larissa was beside herself. “So what, you couldn’t get some fancy city tracker out here? You had to come to me? Why?” Laura gripped the wheel, “Cause you’re the best we got Math, you have more skill than anyone in the force… and Larissa wanted you out there. She suggested it.”

Mathias looked uncomfortable at this, “She- fuck.” He looked out the window. “Riss.” He sighed, looking frustrated. “I just want to be left alone, Laws.” Laura looked at the man, a shadow seem to have cast itself over him, and he cast his eyes down to his knees. A small strand of hair down his face, but he ignored it as it hung there, limply. “After what happened, I just want peace… and quiet.” He stretched his knee out, rubbing his leg and letting out a soft grunt. “Shit.” Laura glanced over at him, “You right?” Mathias shook his head, “Just cramps.”

The car rolled up to a small clearing. There was a white tent set up, sheltering computers and radios from water, and police milling around. Dogs barked as the exited the car, Mathias stretching his leg as he got out. He stamped his boots in the ground and opened the back door, grabbing his bag. Tucking his hair behind his ear as it fell around his face, a little flicker of a scar on his neck flashed as it settled over his shoulder.

The two people walked over to the tent, where the Chief of Police was standing. Laura coughed as they entered, causing the big man to turn around. He raised his eyebrows surprised. “Greene. Didn’t think ya’d actually get Wild Man out here.” He nodded down nervously at Mathias, who was, despite his smaller stature compared to the Chief, was holding his ground with a scowl. The Chief took a subconscious step back. “Paul.” Mathias acknowledged, before walking past him, deeper into the tent. He stood observing the map, tracing the marks of pathways with his fingers, following the contour lines of the tall mountains. He stopped somewhere, along a cliff line, tapping it thoughtfully. 



The five available officers, including Laura and the Chief wandered into the forest to show the tracker where to begin. After being wandering for half an hour, they came to the spot where they had found the evidence. A small, torn piece of red clothing was tangled in a sharp bush. It was the exact colour of the shirt that Maeve had been wearing. Mathias lowered himself down to the ground, examining the boot print in the mud. Pulling a small torch from his bag and shone it on the imprint, examining it from all angles. Looking around he began to wander around the area, stopping a few meters away from the group, in a tangle of blackberry bushes.

He whistled, short and sharp, indicating the team to come over. 

He pointed a finger at the bush, showing the shred of denim tangled in the thorns. It was barely noticeable, a small speck of fluff really, but it was there. “How did you find that?” Laura asked in shock. Mathias pointed to a sapling nearby. “Branch bent this way, he dragged her off the path. That patch of grass was trodden on. Bush been disturbed, the ripe berries fell off.” He pointed at a few scattered blackberries on the ground, too fresh to have fallen off on their own. “Happened recently too, they aren’t dry yet.”

He stood, following a path through the trees. The group followed the man as mist began to curl around their feet, an officer was marking their trail with a line of police tape. A fat raindrop splattered on Laura’s nose. Groans emerged from the group as the rain began to fall around them. “Guys! I’m calling it!” The Chief yelled as the rain began to fall stronger. Laura turned around. “I’m fine! Let us go together!” She pulled the raincoat she had managed to nab from the tent around her. Her hair was becoming plastered to her face. The Chief looked between Mathias and Laura, she could tell he didn’t want to, but he also had no choice. “Come back by nightfall. You have your radios?”

They both nodded and continued into the woods as the group left them behind. 

Mathias didn’t seem to be bothered by the rain, pulling his hair off his face, he continued through the mist and rain. He would stop occasionally, examining the ground, a rock kicked out of place or a broken twig. Occasionally he would wander off in a different direction.

But before too long, he stopped. “Too misty.” He remarked, looking at the waist high mist surrounding them. “Do you know where we are?” Laura asked, looking up at the tall Fir trees surrounding them. “Roughly.” Mathias looked out into the misty forest. Laura snorted, “Bullshit.” “Come on. Let’s shelter.” Mathias pulled her further.

They both began walking slowly through the mist, occasionally stumbling on rocks or logs. Laura yelped as she almost fell into the mud. Mathias whirled around and caught her, steadying her, but grimacing as he did. “Right?” He asked, looking at Laura’s pink nose.

She sniffed, pulling the jacket around her. “Yeah, just went ’n cold.” Mathias nodded, before reaching down and feeling the ground. He found Laura’s foot caught under a root, pulling it free. “Caves should be nearby.” He looked around curiously, “We aren’t lost but I don’ know exactly where we are, mm?” He tried to comfort the cold police officer who started to shiver. “Shit Math, just admit you’re lost.”

Mathias shook his head, “Nah, I know roughly where we are, but I want to be careful. This part is a little patchy, trip hazards, cliff faces and caves ’n shit.” “That’s bullshit, we’re lost.” Laura protested as he pulled his torch from his bag, shining it at the ground. “Stay close Laws.” He held his hand out behind him. Laura grabbed it, and together they stumbled through the forest again, the torch doing little to help.

Suddenly, Mathias yanked Laura’s arm, pulling her to the ground. Before she could protest, a hand clamped down on her mouth. She looked over at Mathias, who shook his head. 

Heavy footsteps cracked twigs as a large shadow appeared in the mist. A massive bear trampled through the trees, stopping and sniffing the air. It let out a growl, staring in the direction of the two people. Laura reached instinctively for her gun but Mathias pressed is hand down slightly against her face, ‘No’. She paused, still as a statue.

The bear walked closer, and Laura heard Mathias take in a slight breath, holding it in anticipation. The creature walked right by the two people, glancing in their direction for a second, letting out a grunt and moving off into the mist. Mathias and Laura lay still for a few tense minutes, until they were sure that the bear was gone. Mathias held up his chin, feeling the air, it was blowing away from the bear. “We can move.” His whisper was nearly audible.

Laura felt the adrenaline course through her body. “Shit.” She breathed to herself, fumbling for Mathias’ hand to hold again. They both stood, but Mathias stumbled a little as he regained his balance. “All this kneeling ain’t doing me any good Laws.” He glanced around before leading her along a path.

“That was insane. How the fuck did that bear not attack us?” Laura queried, still half in shock. “That’s Old Man Bear, he doesn’t have any issue with us bein’ here so long as we leave him be.” Mathias replied. “He’s a good sign, means there’s caves nearby.” Mathias took another step before stumbling, biting back a yell of pain. “Fuck.”

Laura dropped to his side as he collapsed down. “Shit. Fuck. Shit.” The man grunted obscenities as he held his leg. “Leg slipped, fuck me.” He grimaced in pain. “Gimme a minute.” He lay there, on the bare rock, breathing hard. Slowly he eased himself up, managing to stand. “Let’s go.” He grabbed Laura’s hand as he stood, before swearing again, in surprise this time. “Laws. Look.” He pointed up at a massive tree. Massive claws marks trailed their way down the trunk of the tree, bear marks. “We are so close.” He whispered, taking a step, before wincing. “Math, you’re hurt.” Laura tried to argue, but Mathias just turned and pulled her arm. “I’ll walk it off.” He reached out, tracing the claw marks down the tree. “This way.” He pulled Laura in a random direction, moving off into the trees.

Laura felt the ground rise as they traversed up a hill. Gradually the mist thinned as they got higher, “You have no idea where we are do you?” She complained as Mathias took another step. “Not really, but the Old Man does. I’m following him.” “Great so we are trespassing into a bear’s territory. Wonderful! You just have genius ideas Mathias.” Laura grumbled.

Mathias stopped, looking at her seriously. “Everywhere’s Old Man’s territory. Look, we gonna survive here or we gonna die here? I’m finding that girl and if that means living with a bear I’ll fuckin’ do it.” His voice was rough as he limped further up the hill as Laura sighed. “At least take a rest. You’re hurting.” She knew he was just trying to push on until he found somewhere they could stay safe for the night, but she was worried that would be at the cost of his own health.

Mathias continued up the hill, ignoring Laura’s plea. As they reached the crest of the hill, they were met with a cliff face. Mathias reached out, tracing the wall, as he followed it along the hill, leaning heavily on it. They smelt the cave before they saw it.

Death.

“Well, we can find another, Old Man probably doesn’t want guests.” Mathias said to himself. They followed the cliff along more, before Mathias stopped suddenly. They waited in silence, before Mathias reached into his bag, grabbing his small axe, before he glanced back at Laura and in a low voice muttered one word.

“Run.”

Laura took off, down the hill, Mathias hot on her trail. She tripped, tumbling down the slope, coming to a rest against a rock. Her shoulder screamed in pain. Mathias’ hand wrapped around her other arm, hauling her up and dragging her into the forest further.

She glanced behind her to see the shadowy figure striding through the trees. 

They came to rest behind a rock, breathing hard. Their lungs burned as the cold air chilled them. “Was.. that?” Laura asked, already knowing the answer. “Who else… could it be?” Mathias gulped, his chest heaving. They lay silent for a second, and Laura closed her eyes, trying to slow her breathing. “Boo.” A voice sounded behind them. From around the rock, the figure emerged, Peter, holding a large log. “You can’t hide from me coppers.” Mathias stood, shielding Laura. “I ain’t no cop.”

Peter swung the log at Mathias, who ducked it. Laura crawled back into the mist, trying to gain cover. If Mathias could distract him, maybe she could shoot him down. Peter swung the log again, Mathias grabbed it, holding it in his strong grip.

Laura’s hands shook with cold as she readied her gun. She aimed it but couldn’t get a clear shot. Mathias wrenched the log from Peter’s hands. He adjusted his grip and grinned. “My turn.” He swung at Peter, who jumped out of the way, then again. Peter managed to catch the log, twisting it from Mathias’ grip and throwing him off balance, before he swept his leg out, catching Mathias’ own and with a yell, Mathias dropped to the ground.

Raising the log, Peter brought it down with a sickening thud on Mathias’ head. A gasp escaped Laura as she saw the figure on the ground go limp.

Peter heard the gasp and turned towards her. The mist was growing thicker with each passing second, and the man walked off into it. The sounds of his movements sounded around her, “You can’t shoot what you can’t see, officer.” his voice taunted her. She aimed at the white clouds around her, listening for the echoing voice. She turned at the last second when a twig cracked behind her. “Too late.” Her ears rang as the log met her skull. She stumbled, stars swirling in her vision, as she saw the log come down again.

Laura woke with a start. She turned to her left to see Mathias slumped against the cave wall, staring at her. As she came to her senses, she realised they were both tied up behind her. Across the cave, a very dirty and scared woman was curled up, staring at them with tear stained cheeks. Her skin was covered in black dirt and there were sticks and leaves tangled in her hair. Laura took a second to recognise Maeve, but there she was, alive.

Mathias grunted, turning his head slowly to look at Laura. “Oh, you’re awake. Good news, we found shelter and your missing girl.” His continued in his sarcastic tone. “Bad news, the guy who made her go missing found us.” He rested his head against the cool cave wall. A black bruise was forming along his temple and down his cheek bone.

“He wouldn’t shut up either. Told me his master plan ’n shit. Worse than my headache, I was half tempted to ask him to knock me out again.” Laura glanced outside of the cave, trying to tell how long they had been out. “We’ve been out a few hours. Least that’s what she said.” He nodded in the direction of Maeve. “Where’d he go?” Laura asked, glancing around the cave. “Hunting for food I s’pose. He doesn’t have much in the way of... anything, really.” Mathias answered dryly.

Laura sat, her head pounding and tried to figure out what to do. She struggled against her bindings, noticing even her fingers had been bound together. “Bastard knows what he’s doing.” Mathias replied. “We are stuck Laws. Truly fucking stuck.” Laura sighed and shook her head. “I’m sorry, Math. I got you into this.” Mathias shook his head. “Nah, shoulda’ turned back. But we can’t change the past now. ‘N we still have a chance, we just gotta be patient.”

Maeve sobbed, before crossing the cave. Her clothes were torn up, and she was missing a shoe. “Maybe I can help?” She held out her own wrists, they were bound in front of her and her fingers were free. Maeve looked at her, then Mathias. “Quick, before he comes back.” Laura whispered, leaning forward. Maeve’s hands made quick work of the knot, and before long, Laura’s fingers were free. A crack in the distance made her jump and she scurried back across the cave, returning to her spot. Mathias closed his eyes, pretending to be unconscious.



Peter entered the cave, swinging the gun in his hand as he walked along. He whistled as he dragged the fox he’d shot along the ground. It leaked a little blood behind it. “Ohhh, you’re awake now.” He grinned, rummaging in Mathias’ bag, pulling out a knife. “Thanks for bringing him by the way, his bag of goodies makes my life a hellava lot easier.” He began the skin the fox. “Hope you like vixen.” He grinned wickedly. 



Laura felt Mathias slowly slide his hands across to her fingers. She began tugging at his rope, until his fingers wiggled free. “Don’t bother struggling. Your man already tried.” Peter didn’t look up from skinning the fox. With an expert tug he pulled the fur down the body. “Shame, she’s so pretty.” He said to himself, “Its always a shame when they are so pretty and slender.” Laura shivered, she didn’t know if he meant the fox or people at this point.


Mathias and Laura began fiddling at each other’s binds, Mathias managed to loosen a rope enough for Laura to pull her hand free. She worked on his bindings until his hand slipped free as well. Peter butchered the fox as he talked, looking over at Laura and squinting. “He’s the guy right? Wild Man?” He gestured at Mathias with is knife. Laura’s face betrayed her, as a flash of acknowledgement danced across her face. “Ahh. I see. How did that happen again?” Peter began to make a small fire.

Laura thought back to the day. She was new to the force, having only moved back to her sleepy home town.

She had been finishing up for the day when she received the call. A man had broken into a house and attacked the people inside. The address was nearby, so she hopped in her car and raced to the scene. When she arrived she found Mathias sitting in the doorway, covered in blood. A paramedic was dressing some wounds on his arm and neck, and his leg was sliced deeply along its’ length. A second paramedic was loading a stretcher with a body bag into their ambulance.

“He killed his best friend right?"

It turned out the body bag contained a man, Andrew, Mathias’ best friend. Andrew had gone on a drug induced rampage, breaking into Mathias’ home and attacking him and his wife with a knife for no reason. Only Mathias had made it out alive.

Andrew had been the father of Larissa and Maeve. They were like Mathias’ own daughters, even though he had no children of his own. Over the years, Mathias had grown distant from the small community they were all apart of. He had moved out into the woods, fixing up his grandfather’s old cabin and living off the land, earning him the nickname Wild Man.

The less people he had to interact with, the better, he had said. He become distant and angry, only every coming into town when he had to, going off at anyone who so much looked at him. He had ended up in their cells more than once, due to getting in fights, breaking things and generally being disruptive. It had been almost 10 years since it happened.

Mathias had been a friend of her father, but after the murders, he hadn’t spoken to them, except for the occasional hello if they passed in the street, but he had become a stranger.



The fox meat made a slap sound as it landed beside the fire, breaking Laura’s train of thought. Peter sat impatiently, staring at the flames, waiting for it to cook his food.

Mathias opened his eyes, staring away from them all. The memories swirled in his head, and a flash of white hot pain ripped down the scar on his neck. “Ah, welcome to the land of the living, Wild Man.” Mathias turned his eyes to Peter, staring him down with a look meant to kill. “Oh? Hungry? Sorry only so much to go around I’m afraid.” Peter picked up the chunk of flesh and shoved it in his mouth. He chewed loudly, but it was soon overshadowed by the howl of wind filling the cave.

Mathias grinned as the flames were snuffed out, leaving them in sudden darkness. Silently, he moved to the back of the cave, brushing Laura’s hand as he stood. Peter turned as he heard them move, scrambling for the knife. “Get back to your spot, both if you.” He glanced into the darkness. Mathias stayed silent as he pushed himself and Laura into the wall at the back of the cave. He patted her shoulder, indicating she should stay put. Turning slowly, he stood as moonlight began to shine in, illuminating the cave a little.

“Well, I have good news and bad news for you, Peter.” He took a step forward, raising his hands in a surrender, “I have no intention of killin’ ya.” Peter smiled, holding the knife out, ready to strike, “What’s the bad news?” Mathias raised his eyebrows, nodding behind Peter,

“He does.”

A grunt behind Peter made him turn around. Old Man Bear stood on his hind legs, taking up the mouth of the cave with his immense body. Mathias moved back into the shadows, pressing himself into the cave wall as Old Man roared. Peter scrambled to dodge the bear’s massive paws, throwing himself to the ground. “Oh, he’s fucked it now.” Mathias chuckled to himself.

Peter had landed in the fresh guts of the fox. He smelled like food, and Old Man was hungry.

When the sun kissed the horizon, the police in the tent looked out in worry. The officer and her tracker had been gone all night. The Chief looked anxiously into the trees, he should have forced them to come back. A shout drew his eyes into the misty treeline, as three figures emerged from it.

Two were holding a third up between them. All three stumbled into the clearing, panting from the effort. Mathias and Laura lowered the weakened Maeve to the ground, before collapsing themselves. The officers rushed over asking them if they were okay and grabbing blankets. All three people lay on the ground panting as the officers wrapped blankets around their cold bodies. The Chief would eventually ask how they did it, but for now, he let the tired rescuers rest.

In the distance, the bear turned his head and walked back into the forest. Those men had no issue being there, so long as they left him be.

[the-letter-horror-lover]

Really short shorts about shorts

LolietaRound

Summary:

small stories about Alois Trancy's shorts and the many people who think there inappropriate warning shorts shrinking in the wash multiple times.

Notes:

Hey Lolli here to say that i don't own Kuroshitsuji but i do own a pair of short shorts so i am not hateing them

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: Laundry Day/Tea Party

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1: Laundry Day

It was laundry day and the Trancy household's servants were systematically doing the washing one room at a time; the only one who seemed to have any problems with the washing was Claude, since he had unknowingly shrunken Alois's 20 pairs of short shorts and was now trying to figure out how he could unshrink them without Alois finding out that he shrunk them. As he walked to his masters room to collect the tiny shorts he heard a scream 'CLAUDE' as Claude heard this instead of walking at a steady pace he ran. When he got to his destination he found his master on the ground his shorts halfway up his legs and tears going down his face 'Claude "sniff" I'm fat I can't fit in my short shorts now "sniff" now I'm going to have to wear what Phantomhive is wearing' finishing off with one last whimper Claude finally opened his mouth to speak 'Your Majesty, you haven't gotten fat your shorts shrunk in the wash, and it wouldn't be a bad idea to wear longer shorts any way' this earned him a glare from Alois and was sent to by him twice as many Short Shorts as Alois had owned to begin with.

2: Tea Party

It was 6:30 in the morning when Claude woke Alois up and handed him his mail for the day along with his Tea and Toast; as he was going through his mail he noticed an invitation from the Phantomhive manor; no doubt this was a product of Ciel's Fiancé and not from Ciel himself; 'Claude, get me my Event Shorts' said the Blond as he continued to sip his tea, Claude sweat dropped as he went through his masters wardrobe in hopes he would actually be able to find a proper pair of pants or shorts that went below the knee and win the bet he had with Sebastian; unfortunately there wasn't a pair of pants or longer shorts in the whole entire wardrobe, just really tiny and inappropriate shorts; as he went through the rest of Alois's clothing he heard a voice behind him, it was Alois 'My Event shorts are the ones with the lace on them' he said with a very amused voice and all Claude could do was groan in annoyance.

At the tea part Claude went up to Sebastian and gave him his pocket watch and sighed "you do realize what this makes your master right?' Sebastian asked and Claude gave him a very wicked glare and answered 'Yes but I don't think he realizes this yet'. Oh how wrong Claude was.

Chapter 2: Ciels Opinion/Finding Out

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3: Ciel's opinion

Alois always did like going over to the phantomhive manor to tease the young earl who lives there but today was different, today Ciel had the gall to make a comment about his oh so sexy booty shorts; even thought Ciel himself dressed like an old lady dressed him. Alois was absolutely astonished with the fact that Claude his own butler had agreed with the Earl Phantomhive, and all Alois could come back with was 'Well at least my shorts don't have a split in them'; yep very insulting, but very effective because his whole household burst out laughing because I was right, Ciel had a massive rip in the backside of his shorts. Yeah that will teach Phantomhive to mess with him.

4: Finding out

It had been a week since Claude had lost the bet to Sebastian about Alois's choice of bottoms and Claude didn't think he would have to worry about Alois finding out about the bet; that was until Alois called him up to his study. 'Phantomhive has informed me that his butler has your pocket watch, might I inquire why he has it?' Alois said trying to be serious but Failing miserably; Claude spent an hour trying to make an except able excuse and was failing so he just did what a butler shouldn't do, he blurted everything out. This infuriated Alois and Claude was put on short shorts duty for three months.

Chapter 3: Not Again/Ciel in Short Shorts

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5: Not Again

It had been three weeks since Alois's shrinking shorts catastrophe, and no one wished it to happen again; but unfortunately no wish comes true in the Trancy Household; Alois had decided to stay at the Phantomhive estate and thus Sebastian had been put in charge of washing the young Trancy's clothing; everything had turned out well; Because why would it be Sebastian was one hell of a Butler after all; until he pull the ridiculously small shorts; they were smaller than they were before he had put them in the wash. As Sebastian turned around he saw a very scared looking rival demon butler, Claude started to mutter 'not Again, why now? Not again' Sebastian could only give Claude a look of disgust; because who in their right mind would be scared of a child. That very next morning Sebastian found out just why you should be scared of Alois when it came to the short shorts.

6: Ciel in short shorts.

The Trancys had left the Estate rather early that morning; in fact Ciel had still been asleep when they left. As usual Sebastian woke him up, opened the curtains, poured some tea, asked him if he wanted scones or toast, told him of his appointments, then he began to dress him; everything was fine, shirt was soft and silky, socks covered all ten of his toes and his garters still held them up, eye patch was in the right place, shoes were shiny, shorts were short; 'Sebastian why are my shorts ridiculously short like Trancy's?' Ciel said in a rather angry voice, Sebastian began to freak out, and began to search his Bochans closets, not one pair of Earl's original shorts remained 'My lord, it appears that the Earl Trancy has switch all your shorts' Sebastian said with a slight smirk, only to receive a glare from the enraged boy. Mean while in the Trancy manor 'Hannah have you seen Claude?' Alois said rather peeved that he couldn't find his butler anywhere.

Chapter 4: Hannahs Thoughts on the Shorts/Ever Wondered What the Triplets are whispering about

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7: Hannah's Thoughts on the Shorts

If only I had gotten to his closet or tried out mind control he wouldn't be wearing them; he would be wearing proper pants or longer shorts, but I didn't and, and oh god why don't you just strike me down now; now he is about to go out visiting in nothing but those shorts; oh hell Claude's glaring at me, Ok Hannah just give him your best 'It isn't my fault he won't wear proper pants look'. Oh god it didn't work. Good bye cruel world."Hannah what are you thinking about so hard?' Claude asked, behind him the three triplets were whispering to themselves; "I was thinking about why I didn't try something to get the young lord to wear proper pants' I answered and with that Claude walked away.

8: Ever wonder what the Triplets are whispering about?

It was morning and the young lord was coming down for breakfast; we had everything set out just the way our master liked it, though he will find something wrong with it and blame it on Hannah; we being as silent as we are, are glade he takes it out on her. Cantebury was the first to notice and whispered 'His shorts have gotten smaller' Thompson nodded in agreement, but it was Timber that said it 'He must be getting desperate for Claude's attention' both Thompson and Cantebury gave him a nod of agreement, Hannah heard and gave them a look of agreement, Claude just smirked.

Chapter 5: Mr. Candy Pants/Phantomhive Conspiracy's about the Shorts

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9: Mr Candy Pants

If there was anything Alois could do better than Ciel; it was stealing. Every day at about 4 o'clock Alois would sneak into the Kitchen and stuff his shorts full of sweets and sneak back out without any of his servants noticing; or so he thought. Claude had gotten quite fed up with Alois stealing sweets from the Kitchen, not only was he going to put on weight; which wouldn't look so good considering the type of pants Alois wore, and the fact that every time he did the washing he found left over sweets in the pockets. So at 4 o'clock Claude waited in the Kitchen for Alois to sneak in; sure enough the little blond boy slowly snuck into the kitchen only to feel something grab his arm; Alois slowly turned around and right there in his face was a rather miffed Claude. From that, day on at 4 o'clock Alois had to sit in the study under the watchful eye of Claude and write "I must not go to the kitchen and steal sweets and leave them in my shorts pockets".

10: Phantomhive Conspiracy's about the shorts

All five of the Phantomhive servants were sitting in the servant's quarters talking 'So do any of you guys know what's up with that Trancy kid's attire?' asked Tanaka before going back to miniature form 'I heard that one of the servants of the Trancy manor had died and before they did, they put a spell on the Trancy household making every pair of pants they own shrink' said Bard trying to act mysterious but failing, the next to try and figure it out was Mayrin, 'I think he's just going through that rebellious stage that boys his age are going through, he must bed rebelling by the way he dresses' she said thoughtfully, Fin was next up 'maybe whenever he goes to get his pants the mix up his measurements' that one sounded more likely, but the one that stunned them all was what Sebastian said 'the truth is Alois is a hoe and Claude is his pimp' and with that they were all silenced.

Chapter 6: Fancy Pants/Shorty Fiasco

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11: Fancy Pants

Alois knew he was going to die someday but this was ridiculous, first of all he was surrounded by the Fruitiest guys he had seen in his life; that's not including the Phantomhive brat and himself (yes he admits it), and they were wielding garden tools; if anything he would survive and then make Claude face this embarrassment; then he remembered something. Claude was struggling to take Alois's shorts off of him 'This is going to take a while' with a couple more yanks Claude gave up 'God be damned it wasn't this hard to take them off when i was getting you ready for bed or baths why the hell are they so hard to get off no?' Claude said huffing and puffing with nothing but anger in his eyes finally Alois said something with his dieing breath 'Rape setting is on you can't take them off of me even when im dead' with that he let out a little laugh. With that last memory seen by the five reapers they all laughed then looked at Grell, 'You have that setting on your pants to, don't you? William asked, only for Grell to turn around and laugh hysterically; the truth was Alois put on his tightest shorts that morning knowing full well that Claude would try to remove them.

12: Shorty Fiasco

Alois knew people were jealous of his creamy white long legs; hell it's why he wore shorts that were so small; but why was the cook of the Phantomhive household giving him sexy time eyes and why was Claude not trying to do anything about it. The cook was really disturbing him; all through the dinner party at the Phantomhive manor Alois had a rather Disturbed look on his face. Ciel had noticed and tried to hide the fact that his cook was into Alois's type and continued to entertain his guests; Sebastian on the other hand was glaring at Claude for doing nothing to prevent what was most likely going to happen; because had Alois been his bocchan he'd be preventing it, ok he lies a bit he would watch the little tart squirm a bit before saving him but that was beside that point, real butlers prevent this kind of thing and not ignore it. By the end of the night Claude could see that Alois was quite disturbed about something, this cause Claude to frown, usually nothing fazed Alois; but Claude just brushed it off. Finally Alois had to do what he dreaded doing all night he had to go by himself to the bathroom, he didn't want to ask anyone to go with him because it wouldn't look to good if he did; slowly he excused himself from the table and left for the nearest restroom, he knew he was being followed; as Alois turned around he could see Ciel 'you do realize that you have a hole in the bottom of your shorts and in the army it is a sign that you are willing to do adult things right?' Ciel asked in a haughty voice; Alois could only stare then he fainted.

Chapter 7: If Shorts could talk/The Aftermath of a Nightmare

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13: If shorts could talk

Alois had just begun to settle for the night and Claude had just blown out the last of the candles: but as soon as Alois had drifted off to dream land the nightmares began. 'Hey Blondie' Alois gave a startled 'Huh' the mysterious voice 'Yeah you down here' Alois looked down and sure enough his shorts were talking to him 'Look Alois was it? Take me off and put decent pants on; because me I'm what you would call a "desperate cry for attention" and you and I both know Claude ain't going to give you what you want; all he wants is the little Blueberry tart who goes by the name of Ciel Phantomhive, and who can blame him anyone would be better then you' and with that the shorts ripped themselves off of Alois's lower half and was about to beat into him until Alois woke up. 'CLAUDE' Alois screeched out 'Get me all my shorts, something very flammable and a match' Alois panted out as he left his bed leaving the poor demon butler confused until he heard the words he thought he would never hear 'I'll teach my shorts who should be wearing them'.

14: The aftermath of a Nightmare

Three Days after the odd occurrence the young lord Trancy had been walking around without any cloths on, when asked 'why?' he would mutter 'even my cloths love Phantomhive' or 'they don't respect me'. It wasn't as if Claude was complaining he didn't mind Alois running around naked; truth be told it amused him, but there was only so much he could take; First it was Alois "Uncle" who commented to one of his associates that he would "do that" if he wasn't his nephew, then it was the Phantomhive cook who said "that he would go there if he was aloud", but the one that got to him the most was that darn butler Sebastian who whispered into Alois's ear 'You and Ciel on me, how about it?' not only did it make Alois Blush but it made Ciel Blush as if he knew what his butler had said; and with that Claude had picked up Alois took him to his room and forced some cloths on him.

Chapter 8: An Accident/Explanation

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15: An Accident

After the Naked incident Alois couldn't help but think of what would have happened if both he and Ciel took Sebastian up on his offer (AN: No not getting any smut on this fanfiction; you want smut go read my other one); even though he was at the royal palace he still wondered aimlessly only thinking of alternative endings to the naked incident; that was until he tripped on something and took a certain Phantomhive butler down with him. Alois sat there for a few minutes just blushing; which is weird because he never got embarrassed around anyone; then out of nowhere a cough was heard, Alois and Sebastian looked up; Alois still Blushing and Sebastian with a smile that said 'if you people weren't here right now this boy would be under me naked and screaming my name'; In sight there stood Ciel quit mad that he hadn't been invited (because Sebastian did clearly state threesome), Claude was pissed off at the fact the Sebastian had both Lords begging for him, the Queen looking quite embarrassed but not looking away (meaning she liked the scene in front of her) and Prince Soma and Agni were there for some unknown reason looking mortified.

16: Explanation

After getting up; cleaning the Queen up because she had A Mayrin style blood nose; both Ciel and Claude demanded an Explanation; Alois Started 'Well I was walking down the hall not paying any mind to where I was going when I tripped up and went to grab something to steady myself, only to grab onto Sebastian and end up taking him down with me'; Ciel looked a little sad because he was hoping it was a bit more saucy then that; Claude on the other hand looked pleased that wasn't going to last very long; Claude walked over to Sebastian with a smirk only to hear ' I just realized that Both Alois and Ciel want me in bed a Blond and a Bluenett nice' and with that Claude lost what was left of his soul as he pictured what would happen.

Chapter 9: What Pluto Did/The Secret revealed

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17: What Pluto did

It shocked everyone that day, it left some people questioning their sexuality and others just asking questions; they started to cast blame on whoever raised the two parties involved it made a certain red haired maid faint from blood loss and another maid angry; it gave the Phantomhive butler some rather smutty ideas and a Trancy Butler some Evil ones; it coursed the only Lady to blush furiously; and the cook to hide the gardeners eyes; it made the Stalker Red haired reaper giggle and Alois Trancy just stare; For what they saw that day; and what Pluto did will never be uttered and kept under wraps.

18: The Secret revealed

Little did everyone know that the incident that they swore not to speak of had been seen by the local gossip reporter; so in the morning news paper that had been delivered to the Phantomhive estate was an Article stating that the Lord Ciel Phantomhive liked to do naughty things with his servants whilst they were wearing the Lord Trancy's signature short shorts.

Notes:

I got my sister to read this and it made her laugh so I hope you are to

Read and Review please and you might get a pair of Alois's shorts :)

[biguyonline]

A Promise Kept

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x (GN!)Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: Somnophilia, DUBCON/NONCON, anal pinb, marking (hickies), reader is the catcher.

Summary: This is a Part 2 but it is a stand alone as well. Megumi had been playing xbox earlier and had received a blowjob from you. He said he would return the favor later, and even though you’re sleeping Megumi is a man of his word. Here's Part 1

Notes: Reader is described as having hair (1 once) and thigh muscles (1 once). I tried purposefully to be vague about “downstairs” body parts in this one because I wanted to keep it as gender neutral as possible. You could possibly imagine this to be piv if you’d like it to be that.

Don’t be silly, wrap your willy! Although the use of lube and condoms was glossed over/ time skipped in this fic I would highly suggest them irl.

Thank you @ginki for helping me edit ♡

This one is for my Gumi Theys and Gumi Gays I hope you enjoy:

Megumi turned off the TV before he could check the time in the corner of the screen. He didn't want to know what time it was, some ungodly hour for sure. The room was now pitch black, he slumped back in his seat waiting for his eyes to adjust. Once he could see in the shades of grey he ripped off his headset in a huff and got up. It genuinely surprised him that you were able to sleep with his music playing. Shuffling over to the bluetooth speaker, he turned it off.

Megumi stood still in the silence. His eyes wandered your sleeping form. You looked so peaceful, so comfortable, so soft, so sexy. Seeing you there on display, in his bed, in only your underwear, had his mind flooding with thoughts that reminded him of his promise he had made earlier. He said he'd take care of you later, and he is a man of his word.

You had sprawled out, hogging up the bed with all four of your limbs open wide, inviting him to come nestle between any two of his choice. He chose your legs of course. He rested his head there, and in the quiet of the night he could hear your heartbeat rushing down to meet his touch. You were in deep sleep but your body was responding to his presence even still. The heat between your legs throbbing against Megumi’s cheek was begging him to keep his word. Megumi smirked to himself knowing your body would always want him even if one day you changed your mind.

Taking it slow, Megumi began rubbing his nose in teasing circles against your growing arousal. A murmur left your lips and your head tossed in your sleep. Megumi was sure he was having an effect on your dreams. He trailed light open mouth bites up your thighs, seeing if you would stir awake. To his surprise you remained asleep. Regardless of whether you woke up or not, the need growing in his pants convinced him he should keep his word. If you weren’t going to wake up, he’d need physical proof that he did in fact ‘take care of you later’. Megumi began sucking the muscular smooth flesh of your inner thighs, leaving beautiful shades of purple along his path.

A breathy whine left your lips as Megumi slowly and carefully pulled away your underwear. As he bunched them and shoved them into his pocket he noticed the wetness of them and wondered if you were just pretending to still be asleep. Either way, you were there: motionless and compliant. Megumi had complete freedom to do as he pleased with you. He relished in taking you lazily. Going slow suited Megumi but you were so needy when you were conscious.

“Just look at you” Megumi moaned, pulling his pants down just enough to stroke himself as he took in your naked form lying vulnerable before him. Lips parted and hair disheveled, you were an intoxicating sight. Megumi could feel the ache in his balls creating a knot in his stomach that he knew was fixing to come undone. His own anticipation that had been like hot wax dripping down a candle was now an unstoppable force, a roaring fire and the flames were lapping at you.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

The sound of heavy knocking roused you out of your sleep. Panting hot breath fanned your face, you thought Megumi must be sleeping heavily next to you. As you woke up from a delicious dream, feelings of need and pleasure danced through you. Instead of fading as you came into consciousness the feeling only increased, racing towards a breaking point.

“Megumi!” You cried out half asleep and shocked. Your senses overwhelmed you, a dull pain in your core partnered with sparking heat rushing down your spine caused you to cry out again. You were frozen under him as you tried to take in what was going on. A burning sensation captured your attention. The tightness of your entrance squeezed along the length of Megumi's gurth as he nearly pulled all the way out of you before rocking back into you. You gasped fighting the involuntary rigidity, trying to relax again. Megumi hummed, biting your neck as he continued to thrust into you. You hissed in response as the sting of his bite added to the mix of feelings that were already too much.

“Now that you’re awake are you gonna cum for me?” Megumi teased between breaths. The vibration of his voice sent tingles racing through your body as he spoke against your ear. He was out of breath. How long has he been at this? His thrusts were roughly punctuated and slow. Each time his hips met yours the bedframe hit the wall.

You tried to move but your limbs were heavy from sleep. Megumi grunted, he noticed you squirming and grabbed your arms roughly. He easily pinned you down. “For real? It felt like you were so close earlier, what’s this about?” Megumi cooed, his sweet tone laced with anything but genuine concern. You were going to form words but your body seized with pleasure and the only sound that fell from your lips was a disgustingly needy moan. You felt betrayed by your body and mind seeing as how your wet dream had twisted itself into this depraved reality.

“Megumi, Meg- stop. Stop I-” You gasped.

“You want this.” Megumi interrupted. “You were dreaming of this, I know you were.” Megumi grabbed your ass cheeks, lifting them forcing your back to arch up into the air off the mattress. This angle was punishing as he bottomed out inside you with each thrust. Your senses were forced into clarity by the pain, you could feel him throbbing inside you. “Oh, hhuuuhfuck” Megumi let out a deep groan that rumbled his chest. He didn’t care about you right now, all of his thoughts had drained into his balls and you could tell by the dark look in his eyes. Megumi felt drunk from his over indulgence. The innocent and confused look on your barely awake face was too much for him, especially after spoiling himself with your body. He came so hard he nearly collapsed on you. Light headed and sweaty, he peppered you with sloppy kisses. You could feel his cock still jolting inside you pumping out countless spurts of cum.

“Hey everything's okay right? It’s me.” Megumi’s sudden gentleness gave you just as much whiplash as waking up to this. “So go ahead and cum for me” He purred, stroking and rubbing your place of need. You didn’t realize how untouched it was and therefore sensitive in comparison to your abused hole until you were already cumming. Any coherent thought you had was now gushing out of you and onto Megumi’s fingers. Your orgasm flooded you, the release was like a high. It must have been built up for so long the way you came crashing down. A moment ago you had asked him to stop but now you wantonly moaned praises as you rode your orgasm out. Megumi smirked. “I said I’d take care of you later.”

[sinfulwrites]

Omg imagine having the most passionate slow sex with Tommy. Him grabbing you gripping any flesh his big beefy hands can reach. Feeling him dragging against your walls hitting spots so deep you see stars.

Yeah...

I thought about it, anon.

(18+, gender neutral reader, fingering, Thomas makes love to you on a bed of sunflower petals)

A heart made of sunflowers

Thomas promised you that he would make it up to you for having to help around the house on the day of your planned date, and he kept that promise. You weren’t even upset with him, but you also were not complaining when he gave you his piece of pie for dessert. That would have been enough to put you to bed satisfied, after a nice glass of milk, but it wasn’t enough for Thomas. You might not be mad that the date didn’t happen, but he was mad, not at you of course. But he needed to make it up to you.

When Thomas gestured for you to close your eyes you rolled them with a shake of the head and a smile before shutting your eyes.

“What are you up to, Tommy?” He didn’t respond, but he did start turning you around by gentle pulls on your shoulders. Those hands were then gently placed over your eyes as he guided you along the hallway, to your room you assumed. A laugh now left your lips. “Thomas, I told you I wasn’t mad at you, what are you doing?”

He again didn’t answer, so you just had to wait until he stopped you from walking with a gentle press against your forehead. His hands finally left your face and found themselves back on your shoulders. You took this as your cue to open your eyes, and what you saw made your heart melt. Thomas borrowed Luda Mae’s candlesticks to light on the nightstands around your share bed. The bed had a heart drawn out with the petals of sunflowers. There were also petals scattered loosely around the rest of the bed around the heart in the middle of your light brown comforter. You were speechless. It was like something out of a movie, something you thought only existed in movies. But it was real, and it was for you.

“... We don’t have roses, so…” That was his explanation for the lack of the cliché choice of roses. You just shook your head and turned around so you could face him and hold his cheeks.

“I love it.” You whispered to him before standing on your toes and pulling him down by his cheeks so you could press a kiss to his lips, which he immediately returned while closing the door to your bedroom behind him. He made sure to lock it too.

You were swept off your feet soon after but he didn’t let your lips go once they connected. Your arms slid around his neck and your hands clutched onto the collar of his dress shirt as Thomas carried you to the bed, his hands keeping you close by supporting your back and rear. You heard the bed creak under Thomas’s weight when his leg climbed onto the foot of the bed. You were carefully placed on the bed, the petals blowing around you from the sudden rush of air that came with both of your bodies joining the bed. The kiss only parted so you two could start stripping off your clothes, as they were quickly becoming far too restricting.

His lips made love to you before his penis even touched you. His mask was the first thing he ripped off so he could kiss your soft flustered cheeks and trailed down to your arms before you even got your shirt off. Those large hands stretched out and stroked your chest down to your waist. His fingers sunk into the flesh on your hips, wiggling a moan out of your lips in response as your arms just fell above your head and clutched onto the comforter above you along with some petals. His lips trailed down your chest to join his hands, which were now pulling your pants and underwear down for you. To his surprise, you whined in protest when his lips trailed along your pelvis.

“Please Thomas…” You whined to him, meeting his confused yet lustful gaze with your own eyes that were blown out with lust. “Please baby, please just fuck me, I want you…”

Any other night he would have insisted, but he was just as pent up as you were. And you were going to make sure he stayed pent up when you finally found life in your arms so you could grab one of his large hands on your thigh so you could pull his fingers up to your mouth. A groan slipped past his lips when his fingers were in your mouth before he knew it. That was enough to make him shuffle up beside you on the bed and lay down with you as your tongue ran between his three thick digits as if they were a piece of rock candy. His only free hand tugged your underwear off your ankles and tossed them towards the foot of the bed, he didn’t care where they landed. He pulled his hand out of your mouth and instead locked lips with you one more time as your legs spread at the feeling of his now wet fingers creeping between your legs.

The kiss between you was interrupted frequently by the moans slipping out of you as Thomas’s thick fingers prepared you for the beast that was about to greet you. His lips kept your moans muffled for the most part, but Thomas was sure you two were going to get some remarks at breakfast in the morning. That could be dealt with in the morning, you were the only thing that mattered to him at this moment. Your fingers pulling down his zipper made him groan into the kiss, all but pleading you to free him from his restricting pants. You were getting the zipper all the way down when his third thing slid inside you, making your toes curl at the familiar stretch. His cock was all too eager to greet you when you slid his pants down enough to pull it out, with some assistance from Thomas. Your hand wrapped around his throbbing length and pulled another groan out of him when you gave him a pleasant tug that ended with his tip being caressed by your soft fingers. He was ready to hump into your hand, but he restrained himself. He didn’t want to get overexcited before the main event.

When you both knew you were ready, he briefly parted from you to slide back between your legs, which spread to accommodate his hulking form. Thomas’s hand grabbed your thigh and wrapped it around his waist as his other hand pulled you towards his hips to connect you two like the puzzle pieces you’ve morphed into over the years. His lips claimed yours once more as the two of you finally connected the way you’ve been wanting to the moment that bedroom door was closed. Your back arched and pressed your stomach into his stomach while your eyes rolled back as a moan slipped into the kiss completely uncontrolled. Your arms fell completely slack on either side of you as both of your pelvises met and nuzzled into one another. Your fingers twitched and soon clutched the sunflower petals as his hips dragged back, only to push back in while his hand gripped onto your thigh to keep you from sliding forward on the bed.

Your body squirmed in his hold out of pure instinct in response to the pleasure he gave you. His hands kept you in place, squeezing every single area they found themselves on. Your arms, your sides, your hips, thighs, and of course your rear. His touch was gentle, admiring every inch of you in a love language only you two could understand. His hips picked up more force from the beginning, making the bed lightly creek and shake every time his hips came pushing back inside you. A soft slapping sound could begin to be heard over your moans, which were being muffled with your own hand as Thomas kissed your neck and left greedy hickeys he would be guilty about in the morning, he was just simply lost in the lovemaking at the moment to think about it. His hips made a slight shift when your hips spasmed in response to the pleasure, and it was enough to get him to hit your sweet spot dead on. Small white dots flashed in your vision as your eyes rolled back once more and your fingers gripped your own cheek so you wouldn’t cry out in ecstasy. A couple more precise hits had the knot in your stomach snapping, you were cumming before you knew it. Those little white dots soon became just a sheet of white, then black as your eyes fell shut. Thomas just groaned in response to your walls spasming against him as you came. He liked to draw out the sex with you, especially on nights like these, but then your hand slipped off your face.

“Cum in me,” You pleaded, your eyes now tearful as you looked up at Thomas, who was now staring back at you in awe at your expression. He was making you feel so good, he wondered if you even knew where you were anymore. “Please Tommy, please, cum in me…”

Thomas felt his own eyes roll back a tad before he shut them and used your shoulder to muffle the groan that ripped out of his throat when his hips made one last thrust, making him cum the moment his balls smacked against you again. You were teetering into overstimulation, but his hips continued to roll against you as he pumped you full of his seed, his voice mellowing out into a soothing hum, a kiss on your shoulder blade soon following it. His large hand clutched your thigh one last time, maintaining his grip his time as he kept you close. His other hand trailed up your sweaty arm, traveling up to find your hand and intertwining your hands on the bed the moment he felt it. Sunflower petals found themselves trapped between your palms.

“Luda Mae is going to kill us when she finds her sunflowers all over our room.” You had this realization as you watched Thomas blow out the last candle before pulling you close to his side, letting you wrap your arms around his chest and use him as a pillow. Thomas nodded in agreement, but he simply kissed your head and stroked your side in response.

“Thank you, Tommy…” You placed another kiss on his lips, this one short and sweet, because the two of you were spent for one night. Thomas pressed his forehead against you after he placed a kiss on your nose.

Tomorrow’s problems could wait for tomorrow. For now, all that mattered was getting out a final “I love you” between each other before drifting off to sleep. Thomas finally felt like he had made it up to you for missing the date today, and in his mind, he was already making plans for the date to happen tomorrow. No matter what anyone says he needs to do.

All he needs to do is show you that he loves you.

[dreamescapeswriting]

Kinktober ~ Day 20

WORD COUNT: 2.4K

PAIRING: Firefighter!Jeongin x Photographer!Reader

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, little storyline, missionary, riding, multiple orgasms, 

Jeongin looked over at you with a shy smile as you snapped another photo, this was something he had been nervous about all week. Sneaking in extra work out's whenever he had the chance to.

"You don't have to be shy around me." You let out a small giggle and he could have died right then and there. It was like heaven to hear you giggle and smile the way that you did. 

"Innie?" You questioned, going off what the other firefighters had been calling him. He blushed deeply realising that he had been too distracted to focus on what he was supposed to be doing. 

"Yeah?" He let out a stutter, not wanting to come across as stuttery and nervous he was about this.

"Do you wanna move on to the shirtless ones?" Shirtless what? His eyes lingered on you until he remember what he was doing. The photoshoot. Calander for the charity event. All firefighters were doing a shirtless/lewd photo for each of their months and he was October. Surrounded by pumpkins, orange colours and fake leaves all over the floor. The photos in full uniform were to make him comfortable at first and then you would slowly move on. As agreed on before he came to the photoshoot.

"Sure." It wasn't as though he was nervous about being shirtless in front of you, he had been shirtless in front of everyone at the station. This was what all of his extra work-outs for, trying to build up his body just to impress you. He'd never tried to impress someone so much in his life before now.

"I can turn away if it makes you comfortable." You covered your eyes as Jeongin blushed, he would have disagreed but he didn't want to seem needy. You had been so kind since meeting with everyone last month. Getting to know each of the firefighters but you spent a lot of time with Jeongin. The two of you got along like a house on fire, excusing the irony of it all.

The shirt was gone and you could have whimpered on the spot. Squeezing your legs together with a little as you saw him standing there. You couldn't help the growing arousal you were getting from seeing him like this in front of you.

You never would have imagined Jeongin to be as ripped as he was. Such toned muscles, it seemed as though he could pick you up if he really wanted to. Though...You supposed all firefighters were supposed to be like that.

"Erm...Right," You cleared your throat ding your best to focus on the task at hand but it was distracting. Knowing that after the shirtless photos Jeongin would be standing or laying behind a pumpkin with nothing on. Just having everything you had been imagining for weeks out on display. 

"Do you want some music? Maybe that'll help." You stuttered out not waiting for an answer as you put on some music and turned back to Jeongin. 

The music being a bad choice since as soon as it began to play the soundtrack to fifty shades of grey began to play. A blush crept onto the fireman's face but he continued to pose for you. Wanting to impress you and doing his best to ignore the growing boner that was in his pants.

"Maybe we can take a break." You said suddenly as Jeongin was getting ready to strip. Your body was already heating up enough as it was and if you weren't careful you were just going to beg for Jeongin to put you out.

"You okay Y/n? Do you need some water?" Jeongin's concerned hand pressed against your shoulder but it made you let out a whine. Desperate to have him as close to you as you could even get him.

Your body turned around to look at him, pussy practically dripping as you stared back at him. It was now that you saw why Jeongin had been so red in the photos. His cock was outlining along his pants, biting down on your lip as you saw it.

"N-No but it looks like we have the same problem." You whispered looking him up and down before licking your lips. 

"We do?" He looked at you, eyes never leaving yours as he bit down on his lip a little. Your eyes gave him a questioning look as your hand slowly travelled down his chest and running towards the outline in his pants. He let out a breathy moan as you stopped, waiting for him to confirm that it was okay and he did. Giving you a single nod as you smirked, dropping down in front of him. 

"Oh fuck," You whispered as you palmed him through the material he was wearing smirking as he lets out whimpers. 

"Y/n." He choked out as you pulled down the pants he was wearing followed by his underwear. Taking his cock into your hand and whining a little. He was so much bigger than you had expected him to be this big by the looks of him. Running your fingers over the veins of his cock you smirked, licking the underside of the tip and taking him into your mouth.

"Hmm." You hummed around him as you began to take him into your mouth. Bobbing your head slowly around his cock, using your hand to massage what you couldn't fit. 

"Oh shit just like that," He grunted, moving his hand to rest n  your shoulder as he watched you in awe. Eyes closing for a second as his head fell back

"S-Shit, I couldn't help it Innie." You breathed out as you looked up at him, pumping him as you swirled your tongue around the cock. 

"It's fine. F-Fuck it's better than fine I've needed you for so long." He grunts as you take him back into your mouth. Making sure to bob your head slowly at first as you took him all the way to the back of your throat. His head rolling back against the wall behind him as you continued to suck on his cock. 

Hands reaching to play with his balls as his hips automatically bucked into your mouth. Saliva and mixed precum running down your chin as you continued to sloppily work on him. Wanting to enjoy every minute of this as you never knew if this would happen again. 

"Y/n please don't top." He grunted as you continued to move your head faster. Taking the full length of his shift to the back of your throat and holding him there. Gagging around him a little as he moaned your name loudly. 

"Oh shit!" His hands gripped onto you tightly as you pulled back off him again. Hands pumping him quickly as you pulled back the foreskin of his cock. Licking around the head as you keep your eyes locked with his.

"Just like that, d-do that again." He begged as he licked his lips, watching as you repeated the same action. Loud groans dripping from his lips as you once again began to take him back into your mouth, his body jerking as he reacted to the warmness of your mouth.

"H-Here," He moaned out as he sat down on the floor, seated between two pumpkins as you stripped in front of him. Completely exposed for him as he looked up at you, pumping his own dick at the sight of you. 

"What?" You giggled looking at him, running your fingers down towards your pussy and rubbing slowly. Matching the pace of his pumps. 

"Do you want me to ride your cock?" You smirked as he blushed deeper, nodding his head at you as you nodded. Kneeling your legs on either side of him as you held the tip of his dick at your entrance. 

"You wanna be buried deep inside of me?" You teased with him asking him in a cocky tone. He nodded at you with a smirk. 

"You want me to stuff that pretty little pussy?" He asked with the same cockniess you had questioned him with making you whimper just a little.

Slowly sinking down onto him you let out a loud gasp, sighing in happiness as you finally had him inside of you.

"Jesus Christ." He grunted feeling you clenching around him almost immediately as he held you down on his cock. Looking up at you as he let out small moans, eyes completely filled with lust as he watched you. All of his dreams coming true. 

You began to bounce your hips up and down on him, Jeongin's hands wasting no time as he grabbed your arse. Steading you as you moved up and down his large shaft, moans filling the air. 

"Oh my god Yes!" You moaned out looking over your shoulder to get a glimpse. Moaning louder as Joengin picked up the pace of your hips, thrusting upwards roughly to meet you.

"Oh fuck yes Jeongin!" You cried out as he let slips of your name fall from his mouth, grunting louder. 

"That's so good," He moaned out as you sat down on his cock, just rolling your hips back and forth as he touched that one spot that made your toes curl.

"Y-Yes, Yes," You moaned out as he began to thrust up hitting that spot over and over again. Your head falling down to rest on his as he smirked at the sight of you. 

"Fuck you're so fucking wet, dripping down my cock like this." He chuckled darkly as he continued to thrust into you, your head spinning as you nodded at him. 

"You've wanted me this whole shoot?" You whimpered as you clenched around him, confirming what he already knew to be true. 

"Good because I've wanted you too, fuck that little skirt and low top number you wore." He grunted as he got a little rougher with you, biting his lip as he continued to fuck his cock deep into you.

"Holy fuck!" You screamed digging your nails into his shoulders as he continued. Your eyes rolling back as you gripped him,

"Fuck you knew exactly what you were doing didn't you? Wearing something so seductive I couldn't help but stare?" You nodded as you continue to ride him, feeling your orgasm fast approaching. 

"Fuck don't...D-Don't stop! Don't stop!" You begged as you continued bouncing, ignoring the burning you were getting in your thighs as you cried his name louder. 

"Such a good girl, you love being stuffed full of cock." He grunted. 

"Did you do this will of them or just me?!" He smirked wanting to know the truth. 

"Just you, F-Fuck just you." You whimpered as he continued to pound into you. Using his free hand to rub your clit and sending you hurtling over that edge. Your orgasm suddenly ripping through you as you let out a loud scream of his name. Hips bucking uncontrollably against him as you came down from your high. 

"Sounds so fucking good when you scream my name like that," Pulling out of you he laid you down on the floor below him, smirking at you. 

"I wanna hear it again." You smirked spreading your legs for him. 

"Do you think you can make me cum again?" You teased, rolling your hips a little as he looked down at you.

"No. I know I can." He smirked lining himself back at your entrance. Holding on your legs on his shoulders and hugging it as he suddenly stuffed himself into you. Watching in delight as his cock disappeared into your body and you let out large moans. Hitting into you at a frenzied action, giving you no time to adjust to the new angle he was fucking into you at.

"Holy fuck!" You screamed out as you looked up at him, head rolling back against the floor as he looked at you. 

"S-Shit Jeongin, you feel so fucking good." You moaned out as he continued to fuck into you. Hands finding their way to your already needy clit as you ached around him. Throbbing with each thrust of his cock, you could feel each and every inch pumping in and out of you.

"So fucking deep." You cried out as he continued to fuck into you,

"Look at the that, the way you clench around my fucking cock as if you're a vice."

"You're so fucking big." You moaned out as he fucked into roughly. Your head threw back against the floor as he began to hit that one spot over and over again. Your pussy clenching tighter with each and every thrust. 

"So tight look at you." He grunted as he continued to fuck into you, holding your hips down as he picked up the pace. Moan growing louder as he looked at you, 

"You close again? Look at you, screaming my name and whimpering beneath me." He laughed as you cried out his name over and over again, not caring if someone outside the room heard you. All you wanted was to cum around his cock again and again. 

"S-Shit make me cum! Make me fucking cum,." You begged as he continued to thrust into you over and over again. As soon as you clenched again he went wild, hips thrusting faster than before. 

"YES! YES!" You screeched out as you chased down the orgasms that were right in your reach. 

"Jeongin." You cried out as you shook your head, 

"Oh my god...O-Oh my god yes!" One more thrust and you were over the edge, head throwing against the floor as you screamed his name. Your second orgasm washing over you suddenly as you screamed over and over again. 

Jeongin continued to thrust grunting as you looked up at him. 

"C-Cum for me, cum for me innie." You whimpered as you rubbed your clit. Moaning with each hit of his cock until finally, he twitched. Grunting as he pulled out of you and came onto your abdomen, eyes never leaving yours for a second. 

"Oh fuck." You giggled looking at him as he continued to pump. Slowly you took some of the cum from your stomach and place it into your mouth. 

"S-Shit." You giggled sitting up beside him as he smirked at you. 

"That was hot." You laughed as you leant your head against his shoulder watching as he wrapped his jacket around you. 

"Okay...But I need to take you out...I can't let that be a one-time thing." He chuckled at you, holding your hand in his as he kept you close to him.

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[nightowlfandom]

Kanato Sakamaki- I’m Sadistic For You

FINALLY SOMEONE REQUESTS DIABOLIK LOVERS CONTENT AAAAHHH THANK YOU BESTIE! I GOT YOUR OTHER ONE AND I’M DOING IT TOO!  

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For Kanato from DL ( I haven’t seen much done for him and it makes me sad because he’s a favorite ). (: I could Lowkey do some more if you’re not super bogged down I had another idea BUT I ALREADY SUBMITED ANOTHER BEFORE THIS SO IM NOT GONNA OVERWHELM YOU LOL but- anyway Fee free to be as nsfw with my prompts (if you do them) as you want. I dont have any triggers so- writing them super accurate and sadistic won’t bother me :3

Bruh....Jesus is my helmet...but NOT TODAY let’s fucking go! Okay readers, you heard, they aint got no triggers. So if you do...move it along.

52- “You can’t call me cute!”

80- “Shut up! I’m not blushing!”

31-“You need to be taught a lesson…”

81- “You look so...inviting all tied up.”

84- “What’s the word I’m looking for?....Pet!”

Also in this you and Yui are BFFs because she isn’t some cold hearted bitch (homegirl trips over oxygen, plus I love her lol)

I was legit about to have him spit in your mouth....I’m so shameful...maybe next time.

Leggo!

I’m turning into a Yandere account and I am totally okay with that.

...

“You know living here isn’t that bad.” you mused to Yui. “When no one is talking.”

Your friend laughed as she cut up some carrots. Yui turned to look at you as she prepare to peel some potatoes. “So living here is terrible every day other than right now?” she replied.

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. She wasn’t wrong. 

You and Yui were making dinner for the house. After a ambush that landed everyone injured except you and her (thankfully). You had offered to make soup and stew for everyone. They were all in their respective rooms healing while you had prepared everything.

“They really fought hard today, I thought Kanato was about to rip that vampires jaw off. He’s really protective of you, Y/N.” she winked. “I think he likes you more than he lets on.” 

Kanato and you had a very strange relationship. He hated you, but he didn’t HATE you. No one could lay a finger on you, no one could even look at you, even if he said he didn’t care. Reiji tried to and Kanato almost murdered him.

“He then told me that Teddy said I was ugly.” you reminded her flatly. “Yeah he so cares.” you snorted.

“Maybe he has trouble telling you his feelings”

“I wish everyone was as optimistic as you.” you shook your head. “Looks like the soup is finished.” 

“I’m just saying Y/N, just think about it.”

...

You only had one bowl of soup left to deliver, to Kanato’s room. You grumbled as you stood outside the door. 

“Kanato? It’s me.” you knocked on the door. “I’m coming in okay?” 

Before you could wait for an answer you opened the door and walked in with the cart. 

Kanato was laying on his bed when you entered, groaning in what you assumed was boredom.

“Teddy, tell Y/N that I don’t want whatever she made.” Kanato turned away from you. The scars he had suffered on his back said it all. All for you...

Your recalled the terror in your voice as you had screamed for help as the rogue vampire wrapped his claws around your leg. Kanato’s name was the first to escape your lips as you had tried to crawl away to Yui. You remembered reaching out to Kanato with your strongest hand, begging him to save you.

The look in his eyes was feral as he screamed your name too, grabbing you hand and pulling you to him. You were sobbing into his chest, clutching onto him for dear life for a good ten seconds before Yui replaced him, hugging you tightly in her small arms too. Before you knew it, the rogue’s head had been thrown through a window...

...

“Y/N, Look at me! You’re safe now...you’re safe with me...”

...

“Teddy, could you please tell Kanato that while his pouting is very adorable, it won’t get him out of this?”

“Don’t call me cute! You can’t do that.” Kanato glared at you through hooded eyes. “If I wasn’t so weak I’d-”

“Well let me take care of you.” you cut him off, taking the bowl to him. “For me?”

Kanato paused, his glare softening. 

“You must be in love with me if you’re so insistent on me getting better.” he grumbled, sitting up. “Y/N is in love with me Teddy!”

“Kanato.” you felt your face heat up violently. “Don’t say things like that.” you groaned.

“It’s blushing teddy, how cute!”

Kanato’s use of the word ‘it’ wasn’t new to you. In fact when he wasn’t calling you names, chasing you around with forks pretending to stab you, or worse, it was denoting you to objects.

“H-hey! I am not blushing!” you pouted. “My face just looks that way.” you lied. “S-shut up.” you grumbled.

“And what if I don’t feel like it?” he challenged, knowing you wouldn’t say a word back. You were kind of like Yui. You wouldn’t dare challenge any of the Sakamaki brothers. It was a death sentence in every sense of the word.

“Kanato, I just want you to feel better.” you looked down at your feet. 

“There’s one thing you can do.” Kanato used his strength to stand to his feet. Despite his looks, he was tall, and under that cute exterior was a mean and feral beast. He staggered over to you, a sick smile on his face. That couldn’t be good, not by a long shot. 

“And what exactly would that be?” you asked. You couldn’t look at him. You didn’t wanna know what he was planning. You were positive that it wasn’t gonna end well either. 

“Get on your knees.”

“My knees?” you repeated. “Why do you want me to-”

“Now Y/N.” he spoke over you. You felt his hand on your shoulder. “I don’t like repeating myself.” his nails dug into your skin, causing your knees to wobble under the pain. “On. Your. Knees!”

Your feet gave out, practically sending you crashing down to the floor. You looked like a dog, on your hands and knees. You appeared weak and pathetic.

You found it in yourself to look up at Kanato. Teddy was perched on the bed, ‘watching’ you two. You felt his fingertips creep under your chin. 

“Aww...” he smiled. “You’re like a little...What’s the word I’m looking for...PET!. It’s cute.” He caressed the side of your face. “Too bad I kill all my pets...they can’t handle me...can you handle me, Pet?”

“Yes, Kanato.” you found yourself saying. You felt like you didn’t have a choice...

and you loved every second of it.

“Bullying you has made me regain my strength! Isn’t this wonderful?” he wrapped one of his hands around your neck. “You’re so fun to torment” he laughed.

“K-kanato.” you coughed.

“Is it hard to breath. Y/N?” he asked sinisterly, that crazed smile gracing his lips. His words were terrifying although his actions said otherwise. He loosened his grip on your throat, allowing air to flow more freely. It was those small things that made you think he didn’t hate you as much as he loved to preach.

“Y/N...when that vampire came...I thought I was gonna lose you for good this time” he said sadly, allowing his arm to return to his side. “I thought I had-...that you were gonna die.” 

“You saved me though.” you replied. Kanato knelt down to your level, still slightly above you. 

“Yeah...because if anyone is gonna break you, it’s gonna be me.”

“I care about you a lot, Kanato.” you finally said it. “I like you too much.” you exposed yourself. “I want you stay by your side.” you said pathetically. “Even if you hate me.”

Before you could say another word, Kanato claimed your lips in a kiss. He held the sides of your face in his hands. It was the first time he had ever kissed you. He hummed thoughtfully, pushing you down to the floor so you were laying on your back. He crawled over you, not breaking the kiss. 

“K-kanato.” you whimpered.

“You need to be taught a lesson. If your gonna be my girlfri- I mean pet, you’ll have to learn.” he kissed down your neck.

Suddenly, Kanato ripped the seam of your jeans all the way up your left leg, leaving it completely exposed to the air.

“Oh look, your clothes are messed up, guess we’ll have to take them off.” he smirked. In another swift motion, your pants were torn to shreds. The fabric fell in a circle around you both.

“Teddy look! Y/N is wearing such cute panties.” he cackled maniacally. “Her naughty place is leaking.”

You trembled, waiting for him to do whatever it was he was planning.

“I heard blood tastes better when it’s from your naughty place.” he ran his tongue along the top row of his teeth. “Y/N” he moaned, running his index finger along your clothed heat. “You smelled so much better here...I just want to- ungh.”

He suddenly drove his fangs into your right thigh. You gasped, arching your back. He violently grabbed your legs, holding them down. His tongue lashed against your freshly made wound. 

You could hear him whimpering, cursing under his breath. 

Kanato would deny it with his life, but everything about you was like a drug to you. Tasting your blood was even sweeter than every dessert he’s ever tasted. Feeling you whimper and plea for him did things to him that would make a sailor blush. 

Forget Yui, forget his brothers, forget it all.

“Fuh-” Kanato couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t stop himself from ripping off your panties and driving his tongue into your most sensitive parts. Hearing you moan for him, cry for him. 

The rumors were right, vampires were godly lovers. It was like Kanato knew what you wanted and where. He lashed his tongue against your heat, grabbing your legs. 

“Wrap your legs around my head,” he demanded. “Not like it’s gonna kill me.” he laughed manically. “

Knock knock

“Y/N, are you in there?” Yui’s small voice caused you to panic a little. As you tried to get up, Kanato pushed you right back down, growling into your pussy,

“FUCK!” you whined, making it very obvious what you two were up to. “Kanato, I can’t-”

“Then don’t.” he grunted, not ceasing his movements. “Cum, cum for me.”

“K-KAANAAA!” you cried as you came. You thrashed and writhed under his touch, but he didn’t stop. His tongue never stopped moving. “fuh- fuck! Kanato, t-too much!”

“I said cum for me, I didn’t say I’d stop.” he thrust his fingers into you to add insult to injury. “You’re so fun to fuck with!” he spat.

“Kanato!” you sobbed. You couldn’t stop moving, you couldn’t stop thrashing. Th epleasure had gotten to you so much, you were drooling.

He finally withdrew his mouth from you, smiling evilly at the mess he left.

Kanato had grabbed one of his ties that had left on the floor and bound your wrists together.

“You look so inviting tied up for me...” he shuddered as he bit his lip. He licked his fingers clean of your blood and juices. “Good thing the night is young...because I’m not done with you.”

...

[babyboibucky]

Project V: Pierced

Pairing: College!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky convinces you to get matching nipple piercings.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, mention of oral, piercing pain lmfao, these two being dumbasses as usual

A/N: Maaaaaaaan, seeing Seb with them piercings really hyped me up to write shit lmfao

Project V Masterlist ||  MAIN MASTERLIST

“Let’s get matching something.”

Bucky proposed as he lounged on your bed, his notes against his chest. You just got out of the shower, a towel wrapped around your chest with water droplets dripping from your neck down to your cleavage. You saw how Bucky’s eyes followed the droplets until it disappeared into your towel.

“Matching what?” You asked and started applying lotion all over your body.

Bucky’s ears turned red as he watched your hands slide up from your calf up to your thighs, the hem of your towel riding up a bit to expose your skin beneath. You snapped your fingers right in his face and made a face, “My eyes are up here, why the fuck are you so horny all the time?” you complained.

“You’re in a fucking towel and I can literally see your pussy from here. Of course I’m gonna feel horny!” he defended. “Anyway, matching something. What do you think?” Bucky asked again, turning to his side as he watched you continue with your post-shower routine.

You shrugged, “How about bracelets? Rings?” you suggested as you slipped on your underwear.

“Too basic.” Bucky said.

“Matching tats?” you asked and then gasped when an idea struck you. “Get a tattoo of my pussy and I’ll have your dick inked on my butt cheek.”

Bucky deadpanned at you, “Are you for real?” he asked. “Also, I don’t want matching tattoos. It’s too common. And Steve and Sam got matching tattoos. We gotta stand out ‘cause we’re not just regular best friends.” he explained, finally sitting up on your bed.

You were now clad in a loose shirt and skipped on the shorts. Turning around to face Bucky, you placed your hands on your hips. “You’re just jealous that Steve decided to get matching tats with Sam and not you.” you teased and sat down next Bucky on your bed.

Bucky rolled his eyes, “Whatever.” he dismissed and thought about what else the both of you can get.

You were combing your hair when Bucky found himself staring at your tits, noticing your pebbled nipples straining through the thin fabric of your shirt.

And then had a eureka moment.

“Let’s get our nips pierced!”

-

“Can I still back out?” you asked, tugging Bucky’s hand as the both of you entered the tattoo parlor.

You refused to get your nipples pierced, you clearly remembered shooting that idea down as soon as Bucky suggested it. But Bucky, Bucky, Bucky...he had a way with his words and his tongue that made you cry out yes to his suggestion.

Fucking Bucky and his talent at cunnilingus. If that man tried to convince you to help him hide a dead body by eating you out, you would’ve started digging a grave as soon as he was done with you.

He was that good at it.

“Pussy.” Bucky teased.

“Using ‘pussy’ as an insult doesn’t make any sense because this pussy can take a pounding. You should know that better than anyone.” you spat back with a scowl.

Bucky frowned at you, “Okay, fine. I take that back. But no one’s backing out. C’mon, we’d be the coolest BFFs in town with these piercings.” he insisted.

You were about to retort back but was immediately cut off when a guy called both your names, confirming the appointment that was made a week ago. Bucky took your hand and pulled you with him further into the parlor, leaving you with no choice but to give in.

“Alright, so nipple piercings huh?” the guy asked. “Are we gonna do both...or?”

You raised your hand, “What’s the aftercare like?” you went straight to the point.

“Oh well, just don’t touch it for as long as you can. It takes about 6 months to a full year for it to completely heal. Wear a cotton bra or skip on it if possible. Try not to tug at the piercings so when doing the nasty, try not to include the nipples.” he explained so casually.

You turned to Bucky, “When doing the nasty, try not to include the nipples. You sure about this, Buck?” you asked, knowing how much Bucky loved playing with your tits during sex.

Bucky swallowed, “For how long should we avoid the nipple play?” he asked shamelessly.

“Couple of months to a full year.”

“Fuck!” Bucky hissed, ignoring how the piercer burst out laughing at his disappointment.

“So what? We still gonna do this or?” you asked.

Bucky pondered for a couple of seconds before letting out a sigh, “I really want us to be the coolest BFFs out there.”

-

The both of you decided to show off the piercings back at the dorm, wanting it to be a moment of surprise. The Uber ride was quiet for some reason, tension thick in the air.

“You screamed like a bitch back there.” you said, finally breaking the silence.

Bucky looked offended when he snapped his head towards you, “My pain tolerance is low, okay?” he excused. “And it really did hurt. At least I didn’t whimper like a whore.” he said.

It was true though, you did whimper like a whore getting fucked by three dicks all at once. You always thought you tolerated pain pretty well, getting a Brazilian was a regular thing for you and it never made you flinch. Nipple piercings though? Jesus fucking christ, you couldn’t even explain how much it fucking hurt.

You laughed sarcastically at Bucky’s rebuttal, “Better than screaming as if you were being pegged with no prep.”

As soon as you arrived at Bucky’s dorm, he scrambled to lock the door in hopes of Steve not coming home any time soon. He’d already seen you wearing Bucky’s boxers, he doesn’t need to see the both of you showing off your newly pierced nipples at each other.

“Okay. You ready?” Bucky asked as he stood in front of you.

“On three.” you said before starting off the countdown.

As soon as the countdown was over, Bucky reached for his shirt from behind, removing it at the same time you removed yours, followed by the thin bralette you wore underneath.

“Oh my god, we actually did it.” you snorted, looking closely at the ball closure ring that Bucky went for.

“Shit, I didn’t know you got straight barbells on yours.” Bucky asked, his eyes glued on your slightly red nipples. “Fuck, your tits look so good with piercings.” he grunted breathlessly.

You licked your lips and groaned at the confession you were about to make, “Look, I’m gonna be honest. I’m so fucking turned on right now.”

Bucky groaned, “Me too. Jesus, I thought I was gay because I got an erection when the dude pierced my first nipple. I mean, he was pretty handsome too.”

“I’m sure we can fuck but we just have to avoid the nips so just hit me from the back.” you said and quickly shimmied off your pants together with your panties.

Bucky rushed to remove his and went over to his bed, kneeling behind as you positioned yourself on all fours. You got so wet at the thought of Bucky’s nipples having piercings that you didn’t need that much foreplay to get ready. Bucky slid his fingers along your folds, gathering more wetness from your entrance before smearing it.

“Fuck, just get on with it!” you moaned and gripped the bedsheets tightly.

Bucky jerked his cock a couple of times before finally sliding easily into your cunt. He choked on his moan at the feeling of your velvety walls clenching around his hard cock. He had been hard too on the way home, no wonder there was tension in that Uber ride.

“Go fast and hard, I’m not gonna last.” you urged, pushing your ass back to meet Bucky’s thrusts.

Placing a hand on your neck and the other on your waist, Bucky fucked you the way you wanted. Thank goodness you started taking pills because Bucky didn’t have the patience to even put a condom on. He felt like he was going to nut as soon as his eyes landed on your pierced nipples, so perky and still swollen.

“Oh shit, fuck. I’m so fucking horny.” Bucky said, his jaw tensing as he watched your ass bounce every time he slammed back inside of you.

A couple more thrusts and your entire body trembled, a soft moan slipping past your lips when you came hard. Even without being touched, your nipples felt sensitive because of the piercings, the sensation only adding to your pleasure when you reached your orgasm.

“Shit, fuck. I gotta see those tits bounce. I can’t cum without seeing them.” Bucky said and pulled out to gently turn you around.

Now on your back with your legs spread open, Bucky slipped inside and continued to fuck you. His hands gripped the pillow beneath your head for leverage as he jackhammered you onto the bed, your hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders as you felt another orgasm approach you.

You lifted your head up to meet Bucky’s lips in a kiss, moaning into his mouth when you felt the tip of his cock kiss your cervix. Your vision blacked out momentarily when you came for the second time. Just as when you regained your senses, Bucky got lost in his own orgasm that he completely forgot about the piercings. He grabbed your left breast and pinched your nipple, your scream joining his loud moan when he came.

“Fucking hell, Bucky!” you cried out, the pain too much to bear that you also didn’t notice that your hand clawed at Bucky’s right pec with your middle finger getting caught in his piercing, accidentally ripping it out in the process.

“Motherfucker!”

-

“What the hell happened? Are you both okay?!” Steve worriedly asked as soon as he arrived at the ER of a nearby hospital.

Upon getting Bucky’s voicemail about rushing to the hospital, Steve panicked and went there as soon as he could. He had been Bucky’s emergency contact for a long time now and he was used to receiving calls from police stations due to how often Bucky got himself in trouble, especially when drunk. But Bucky calling, sounding like he was in immense pain, telling him that he needed to go to the hospital?

It was the first time it ever happened so it was understandable for Steve to panic like a husband who got a call informing him that his wife was going into labor.

You and Bucky exchanged glances, faces red from embarrassment before nodding.

“We’re good.” you curtly responded, scratching your neck.

“What happened?” Steve asked again, brows furrowing as he looked at you and Bucky alternately.

You nudged Bucky’s ribs with your elbow, widening your eyes at him as you urged him to do the explaining.

“We uh...werippedouteachothersnipplepiercings.” he murmured to himself.

Steve frowned, “I didn’t catch a word that you said.”

“We ripped out each other’s piercings by accident.” you repeated, clearly and slowly this time.

“Did your earlobes get ripped off or what?” Steve asked, taking a closer look at both your ears.

Confusion washed over his face when he noticed that your ear piercings were still intact and that Bucky didn’t even have his ears pierced. Steve straightened up and crossed his arms over his chest, looking at the both of you like a reprimanding father.

“What did the two of you do this time?”

A nurse stepped into the scene and offered Steve a kind smile before turning to you and Bucky, handing over a prescription.

“Make sure to follow the instructions when applying the ointment and both your nipples should heal properly.” she explained before walking out.

“Nipples?!” Steve gasped out.

Bucky sighed but shrugged in response, “At least we’re the coolest BFFs out there with matching nipple piercings.”

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