#i almost feel like my hands r not worthy to hold it

[biosacried]

THEY'RE HOME.

[gremlingottoosilly]

The Horror and The Wild (yan!Emperor!Konig x fem!Reader) COD Fantasy AU

You decided to visit Konig's harem. Turns out, they like you as much as the emperor himself. Tags and TWs: Dub-con, aphrodisiacs, power imbalance, breeding kink, size difference, age difference(Konig in his forties, Reader in her twenties), medieval/fantasy AU, Konig is a pervert AND an evil dictator

Word count: 3274 AO3

Your husband has a harem. It didn’t bother you as much as you thought it would – he is the emperor, after all. You’d be more concerned and surprised if he didn’t have an army of perfect women lust all over him – catering to his every whim, to every last one of his perverted desires. You read about kings having harems in books – you think that the king of your country had at least a dozen mistresses, although none of them were an official part of the court. Empire is a bit different in its customs – every territory in its big hold wanted to give the sole ruler their greatest treasure, so the politics could be ensured through maidenhood of their daughters. — Little empress is so shy…is this her first time with an angel?

A woman – you think her name was Stiletto, or something equally sharp – was holding you tightly, her breasts against yours, her hips straddling yours in hold that didn’t make you feel unpleasant. If anything, you loved it. Reminded you of the sessions you shared with the Princess. Something that had to be hidden far, far away. — I would r…I think we should discuss, ah, the further fate of the… She holds you close, her lips on your neck. You whimper, looking back only to see König in a relaxed pose, drinking something – you don’t think it was wine, way too golden for anything like this – out of the transparent, beautifully sculpted goblet. For some foolish reason, none of the women in his harem were particularly interested in him – but you counted at least four who already proposed to make your night better. 

It made you feel ecstatic. 

It made you feel shy. You came to the forbidden part of the palace, the one that almost no one is visiting – with the goal to drag at least a few of the servants by their hair, thinking that it would just ensure that you won’t be poisoned later. You came here expecting to be assassinated by some lovestruck princess – but you were kissed, held, and touched by many of them. Your legs already spread wide enough to reveal the edges of the thin laces of your undergarments, your emperor enjoying the show as the women of his harem made a blubbering mess out of you. 

— Are my women not treating you well enough, little princess? 

— Y…your Highness, this is… You whimper, feeling a soft hand on your breast. König was there too – his palm enveloping your chin, gently tilting it so he could kiss you, your face hidden by the fabric of his hood slowly lowering over you. His kisses are softer now, much warmer than they were before – maybe, finally stealing your virtue prompted him to be softer. Maybe, he knew you wouldn’t be running away or trying to kill yourself anymore – so he was able to share with you the softness he previously kept hidden. Maybe, he was always soft and you just never got to see it – but now you can’t help but stare at his softness, taking in every last inch of it. You feel like a fool, honestly. 

There are beautiful women touching you, whispering sweet nothing to you. There is a beautiful man who is devoted to you completely – who burned down an entire castle and took your country just so he would be able to marry you. Yes, with all of these people – powerful, beautiful, angels and gods walking on this sinful earth, you still felt like a servant. Dirt under their boots – the indoctrination of your class is making it impossible to think of yourself as someone who is worthy of even the tiniest bit of praise. 

You think about your princess – if she is alive or not. If she remembers your sacrifice or curses you for it. The news of your wedding should have spread far and wide, even with the little notice that König gave to the bordering kingdoms – and you wonder what would her reaction be. You are getting too far ahead of yourself, after all, You should know your place by now, all things considered. 

König and the girls – you think one of them was the duchess, send here as a peace offering only to be held up in the lower harem, with the Emperor only seeing her for one time and then retreating back to his chambers – only let go of your when you started sniffling, an action so freakingly ugly for an empress. You should never show your true emotions – you knew this even from your years with the princess, with other servants being as cruel as devils while she wasn’t looking. Perhaps, you still haven’t outgrown this mentality. 

— What’s wrong, meine Liebe? 

— You’re disturbing the Empress, your highness. 

— I am her husband! 

— Maybe, this is why she is disturbed. Are you ignoring her needs too, Your Majesty? 

— I will nit be ridiculed by my…

— Oh, but please, do proceed, our lord. The princess is crying already. 

— You scared her!

— Maybe, she didn’t want to be married. You could send her to harem and make her like us… — And to have you, vile creatures, fuck her till she passes out? — At least we could show you pleasure. Maybe, she’s on edge because Your Highness was…

— I won’t be talking to you about it! 

— Ah, but the Empresses’s distress is evident already, our lord. Do we need to cast a potion for your…

You feel their hands on you again, soft touches mixing with rough fingers caressing your face – your cheeks, your lips, passing into your mouth and making you suck for the tiniest bit of a second, leaving right when you started to feel uncomfortable. You feel loved, so thoroughly, by him and by them – and you don’t feel like you deserve to be. 

You can’t find a real reason to talk to them – so you do your best to shut up, biting your lips that were smeared with makeup so thoroughly. You felt awful, you felt horrible, you felt like you were going to freaking burst because, by gods, there are so many people around you who deserve to be treated as kindly as possible, who deserve to be treated like equals – and yet, you still feel like a servant. Like a bought pet who was dragged to the house where no one wanted to see you and to hold you – and yet, there are so many people, longing to just… You sigh, curling up in a corner. Distasteful display from an empress – but you could worry about assassins and court intrigues the other day. You don’t have the strength to play in the games of these vile women anyway. Not that you would be able to even if you’d want. 

— Meine Liebe, please, you must protect your dignity over those…

— I’m sorry. 

— What? 

Hands are gripping you tighter, suffocating. You shouldn’t mistake their devotion for kindness, their affection for liability. No matter your cries and pleads, they won’t let you go – and even the girls who looked the kindest, the ones who already got your dresses collected and your hair in elaborate constructions, with their soft hands running up and down your breasts, your hips, your rear – were nothing more but a pack of people who used to get what they wanted. And you shouldn’t think that your opinion would matter – but you could close your eyes and think about your country. Close your eyes and try to enjoy it if only for a little while. 

— I’m not…not fitting as a queen. 

One of the girls plummets on your lap, her hair spreading across the floor. You start to pet her out of pure instinct – and you can feel König’s hand in your hair, doing the same. Somehow, the tiniest act made you feel even more like a pet and less like a person with power. Maybe, because you never had power to begin with. 

— Of course not. You’re an empress, not a… You gulp, worry still in your mind. You are surrounded by people who should look up at you – and yet, you feel like a pet, brought to them for amusement. Then it strikes you – then it falls down to your shoulders, heavier than the crown you never wanted to wear. 

A consort empress – no power, no influence, just smile and wave to your people in a pathetic attempt to remind them that you exist. You exist, you exist, for their amusement, for your husband’s amusement, to make the crowd wild with promises of heirs, to make everyone forget what exactly you are doing here. That your job as an empress is to sit back and look pretty, hoping that it would be enough. That it needs to be enough.

— Am I? Seems more like a toy for everyone. 

They laugh – they smile and push their hands on you again, surrounding you with swirls of touches and gentle pushes. Back and forth, back and forth. You feel like a fool falling for something as silly as this – being consumed by lust of not just your husband, but also the women who, by all means, are supposed to take you in and leave nothing behind. You were supposed to swirl around in cort intrigues, not in… A hand moves down your stomach, fluttering just above your labia. Dancing on the gentle skin, caressing in a tingling motion – you moan and spread your legs depsite yourself, despite the feeling of apathy slowly growing in your bones. Your body got so used to constant pleasure, it makes you crave it like the last whore in the whole empire. You aren’t sure who is touching you – but you know that König is nearby, his hand tilting your head to the side, so he could look. Enjoy the view – god, you must look like such a mess right now… — The consort is a toy for the whole Empire, Schatzen. You knew this when you agreed to marry me. 

— You never asked my hand properly, Your Highness. 

— Why would I need to, if I could just chop it off and bring it with me? 

You gulp, thinking again – gods, your choice in marriage is as horrible as the legends say. Especially since there are no legends of him yet – his rise to power is too fast and too early – and since you never had a choice on the matter anyway. Since there is no way you could have escaped this. 

— Would you like it, then? To kill me for spare parts? 

He laughs, and the others followsuit. You feel weird – you don’t understand them, their reactions, you feel like your head is going to burst from all the emotions being contained deep inside. You take a deep breathe and think. Trying desperately not to seem insane. — This would be a waste of a perfectly fine princess. 

— She’s an empress now, your highness. 

— Oh, but she will be a princess to us, ja? They giggle – and you feel dragged to the other room, finally alone. Not as much as you linked to be – König is still there, his hands are keeping you in place firmly. Fingers playing with the edges of your outfit, you feel somewhat sated and drained already. Your maidenhood throbs between your legs, soaked and warm from the touches and nice words of the women of his harem – and you feel weird, knowing that he allowed this infidelity to happen on his watch. At least you knew he never touched a single one of these women, although they were gifted to him. At least you know that he is ready to throw you in for the wolves in order to satisfy you while he is away doing everything an evil ruler should. 

He lets you sit on a chair, pulling you in his lap – an intimate position, the outline of his cock is poking at the outline of your rear even through the skirts of the dress you wore. He pushes his face in the crook of your neck and you feel the tingling sensation of his tongue outlining your skin. You don’t want him to make you even warmer, to play with you more than all of his harem did – but it’s a welcomed distraction. You still feel like an imposter who never deserved to even be here in the first place…

— You do realize that you not being a princess doesn’t matter, right, Schatzi? 

He cocks your head to the side, making you look at him wide-eyed, surprised. You are pressed against his chest, your face dangerously close to his – you want to get as far away from him as possible, but he whispers in your neck like it’s a gospel. You’re inclined to listen. 

You don’t answer – you just let him keep going because, in the end, this is what a good empress is supposed to do, you think. Sit tight and listen and listen and use all of the space in your head to get into theirs. You feel like a fool even trying to attempt this, but…you never listened to the stories about your husband before he came into your life – and now you’re fabulously undereducated on the matters of his life. 

König’s hands are going up, into your cleavage – almost ripping your corset open and not caring for how expensive it was. He has a terrible habit of running every pretty thing he buys for you – and you bite your tongue as to no scold him for leaving your breasts out, the diamonds and ripped seams on full display. You feel like a fool, knowing just how inappropriate he is with you. And how you allow him to do it. 

— I would never accept that stuck-up royal of yours as mine. As a part of the harem, maybe. To forget about her bloody existence. 

You bite your lips, a scowl escaping your expression. You don’t want to act like this, but she was still your princess – whenever she is now, if not dead and forgotten even by her own people. 

— Don’t…don’t speak of Her Majesty like this. 

— What a loyal servant you are, meine Liebe. Why not put that loyalty to me? 

— Do you also need help with wearing your own clothes and warming your jewels? 

— Maybe. If I get to feel your hands on me each time you do it. 

You feel your cheeks burning. Your teeth are clenching, your hands and gripping your skirt, almost ripping the delicate material to shreds. Oh no – you’re getting used to a rich life, not even caring for your own clothes and how expensive it would be to replace them. König kisses your forehead, laughing, and your entire face and neck are burning now – the expression of his affection always makes you embarrassed, even if this is, by far, the most innocent thing he did to you. Much more pure than…no, if you’d start thinking about it, the space between your thighs would be wet again – and you already established just how sinful it would be. 

— You are making it look like I have to worry about every maid who swings her skirt around you. 

— Hm. I don’t think that my maids are half as cute as you. 

— So you went to steal maids from other countries? 

He chuckles, holding your chin in an iron grasp. You can’t turn away and save your graces when he is taking his mask down, smiling like a cat who got the cream. Perhaps, he is just like a cat – a ginger one, arrogant and smug, with rare stubble grazing over your sensitive skin as he plants a sloppy kiss on your lips. He is hungry, devouring you with each stroke of his tongue – the literature made you think that those kinds of embraces should be gentle, slow. You know better now, of course. 

— I knew I needed a wife. People won’t take lightly to their emperor being more and more involved with dark powers – I thought that maybe, having a people-pleasing empress would make a difference. 

He pinches your nipples until they are nice and firm, almost bruising your soft breasts in his hands. He is trying to handle them gently, but he is unable to contain his excitement – and you feel your lower parts clenching around nothing, moisture collecting in your undergarments. König isn’t soft when he is handling you like this, the overwhelming pleasure is risking to make itself known to everyone – by gods, you are tired of always getting handled like this. Like just an afterthought in his perverted desires…but, perhaps, you are just that. 

— It was stupid. I sent the first letter, then the second…and this entitled brat didn’t even bother to answer. I knew she wouldn’t – but it still stings. 

You remember the letters. Remember the annoyed voice of your princess, as she told you to handle them – burn them, toss them away, rip them to shreds, and feed them to the birds passing by. Everyone knew that the emperor already had a harem, and your princess didn’t want to be a part of it – besides, the king already established no connections to the empire, even as it was creeping to his doorstep. 

You also remember writing the answers. Polite ones, short ones – the types that wouldn’t involve you in a political ploy. Leaving the emperor without an answer would be even worse than proclaiming war – wounding a man’s pride is something, that your princess knew how to do well, and also a thing that you knew how to take care of. Always the one to clean up her messes.

— I knew it wasn’t her writing those answers. But I remember how they felt, in my hands. The smells of whatever fragrance you put, ja? 

You also remember accidentally cutting yourself while writing one of the answers – ink mixing with blood on expensive paper, made you think twice instead of changing the paper piece to a new one. Perhaps, if you were truly smarter than that, you’d just toss it away. Unfortunately for you and the kingdom, you didn’t want to waste expensive, fragrant paper. 

— So…you’re saying that…

— It’s your fault, Meine Liebe, really. I fell in love with you since the first word you have written for me. So why would you cry in front of me and my harem like that?

— You’re lowering yourself like this. Being on my level…not something fit for an emperor. 

He laughs, his fingers returning to gently squeeze your nipples together – and then go high, to push your face in place again. König plants another kiss on your lips and dips, his tongue playing over one of your swollen nipples. You don’t want to think about how much your body will change when his seed is going to take – but you know it won’t be long, with how often he pushes himself between your legs, filling you up until you can’t walk anymore. 

— You know nothing about me, do you, Schatz? 

— Thought you wanted it that way. 

— Public won’t take nice to a ruler like me. Not a drop of royal blood. 

You don’t think you knew the stories about him. The rumors, maybe – calling him the bastard king, the one that killed the previous ruler of his country in a soldier’s uprising. It’s all being taken down now, with all the old rich families either getting wiped out or signing their loyalty to the new emperor. The books are being burned and written anew. 

— We’re both servants, little princess. And I would never someone born into this uptight fucking family. 

Hm. A bastard emperor and a fake princess.

You really were made for each other. 

[hungermakesmonsters]

(Once Bitten) Twice Shy

Chapter Seventeen

Plot summary : Desperate to get away from your controlling family, you take a job in New York as a wealthy vampire's blood source. A million dollars awaits if you can make it through a year, but life with Billy Russo is not going to be as simple as you think.

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : R  Chapter Rating : PG

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] Nothing too warning worthy, just some really creepy vibes at the end. All chapters will contain mentions of blood. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story. 

Word Count : 4.5k

A/N : happy fic-friday!

CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO | CHAPTER THREE | CHAPTER FOUR | CHAPTER FIVE | CHAPTER SIX | CHAPTER SEVEN | CHAPTER EIGHT | CHAPTER NINE | CHAPTER TEN | CHAPTER ELEVEN | CHAPTER TWELVE | CHAPTER THIRTEEN | CHAPTER FOURTEEN | CHAPTER FIFTEEN | CHAPTER SIXTEEN

MASTER LIST

Chapter Seventeen

You sat in silence, too paralysed by fear to think rationally. There were things you knew you should be doing, like looking out of the window and trying to figure out where you were and, perhaps more importantly, where you were going. But, really, what did it matter? You’d always known that it would come down to this, that you’d end up his prisoner and, now, you knew for certain that no one was going to save you.

Your eyes drifted to the rear window, not looking at him, not even acknowledging his existence. 

The streets of New York all looked the same at night; all bright lights and crowds of people. The only thing you could tell was that you didn’t seem to be leaving the city. Somehow that made things worse, knowing that you were still so close to Billy but you might as well have been a million miles away. 

And, suddenly, despite your situation, Billy was all you could think about. He was probably at Josie’s by now, he’d probably realised that you were gone and that he’d never see you again. He was probably so angry.

“You’ll soon get tired of giving me the silent treatment,” he stated with a confidence that made you sick to your stomach, “but I’m not going to rush you. I have patience and we have the rest of forever.”

Forcing a breath, you tried everything you could to keep a blank face and not give into the scared helplessness that was filling you. Your gaze remained focused on the window and the streets you’d been so excited to explore only a few weeks ago. 

A sense of claustrophobia took hold the moment the limo turned into an underground parking structure, darkness filling the car and making you feel more trapped than ever. Then the car stopped.

You didn’t move, didn’t even tear your eyes away from the window.

Until he reached for you.

His cold hand on yours caused you to flinch and pull away, only to find fingers tightly gripping your good wrist.

“You’re going to behave for me,” he told you, the slightest hint of annoyance seeping into his tone.

“Or what?”

You weren’t sure what came over you in that moment but you were just as surprised by your sudden snap as he was.

“Do I have to remind you what will happen to your family?” He asked, leaning closer, gripping tighter. “Or maybe I should remind you what I’m capable of...”

“You don’t scare me anymore, Mr Drake,” you answered back, his name spat from your mouth like venom despite knowing you were only making things worse. 

“Please, you should call me Justin since you’re going to be my wife,” he offered with a smile that made you feel ill. “And you should be scared of what could happen if you try to refuse me again.”

“Am I supposed to care what happens to my parents after they sold me to you?”

You didn’t expect the laugh that followed, a sound that caused the dread in your stomach to continue to build.

“And what about Irene? You still care about her, right?”

The sound of your sister’s name on his lips was almost enough to cause your heart to stop. It was a lie, it had to be. She’d been gone for years, no one knew where she was or how to find her.

“You’re lying.” You decided to call his bluff.

He let go of your arm to reach into his pocket and pull out his phone. A moment later you felt bile rise in the back of your throat at the picture he showed you. It had been years since you’d seen her, but there was no mistaking that it was your older sister. The sickening feeling only continued to increase as he started to swipe through pictures; pictures of a family, of two young children and a telltale bump on her belly.

“If you’d prefer I could take what’s owed me from her instead, along with your nephews and your unborn niece.” He put the phone away, no longer needing it to threaten you. He’d made his point.

“You’re a monster.”

He laughed again.

“Oh, darling, you have no idea.” He leaned to open the door and then gave a wave of his hand, indicating that he wanted you to move. “It’s up to you whether we do this the easy way or the hard way.”

For a few seconds you remained completely still, defiant.

Then you moved.

What choice did you have? You knew he could bend you to his will if he wanted to, you knew he could hurt you and those closest to you. More than that, you knew that you were completely alone. No one was going to look for you. No one was coming to your rescue.

“Good choice,” you heard him mutter as he followed you out of the limo.

You bristled at the touch of his hand against your lower back, guiding you towards the elevator but you moved regardless, knowing better than to think you could outrun a vampire in the gloomy parking lot.

The elevator doors slid shut, trapping you with him and his driver, watching as he swiped a key card for the penthouse floor. Your heart lurched along with the elevator and, despite wanting to remain steely and unphased by the situation, you found yourself pulling your arms across your chest.

It was only then that you realised your suitcase was nowhere to be seen. Try as you might, you couldn’t remember what had happened to it. It had been with you when you left Josie’s but then you’d walked into Krista and -

And after that, everything was hazy.

“Where are my things?” You asked. “I had a suitcase.”

“Gone. You don’t need it,” he answered.

Your chest tightened, squeezing out a breath. Your eyes fixed forward, unblinking, not wanting to show him how upset you were. You weren’t bothered about your things, about your purse or phone, but your heart was breaking over the stuffed beagle that meant so much to you, the last little piece of Billy that you had.

“I want it,” you demanded defiantly. 

“Why?” He asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“Because it’s mine. If you want me to stay here and not cause problems, then you need to find it.” You glared at him as he spoke, as if there was really anything you could do to hurt him. 

He seemed disinterested but shrugged before giving his driver a glance. The man nodded, understanding his orders without a word even passing between them. Though, by now, you knew it was probably too late. You’d probably never see Bill the Beagle again.

As he led you into the penthouse suite, his driver disappeared back into the elevator, but you weren’t so naive as to think that you were alone with him. He’d have his goons somewhere near, in case he needed them. If you wanted to even think about trying to get away from him again, you were going to have to bide your time.

Your stomach dropped when you were led into a bedroom. You lingered in the doorway, leaving as much space between you and him as you could and, of course, he noticed.

“There’s no need to be shy,” he told you, barely holding back a smirk.

“I’m not being shy,” you answered back. 

His gaze darkened.

“I can’t say that I like this new attitude you seem to have developed. I can see now why William Russo had to resort to physical means to keep you in line,” he stated, gesturing at your broken arm.

“You don’t know anything about Billy,” you snapped through gritted teeth.

“Oh, Billy is it?” He asked, looking at you like he could look right through you, like he could tell every little thought in your head, and he didn’t like what he saw. “Got close to him, did you?”

You felt your cheeks start to burn while your hands clenched to fists at your side, and he noticed it all.

“More than that?” He asked, though he didn’t need to hear an answer. “You’re lucky I’m not a jealous man, otherwise I might have taken it out on poor dear Billy. But, then, why should I be jealous of a vampire who likes to play with his food?” 

“You know nothing about it or him.”

“Oh, I know plenty,” he answered back. “Enough to know that he’ll have a new girl in his employ, bleeding for him by the end of the week and probably in his bed just as quick, just like he replaced your friend Krista...”

You shook your head, insolent, even though some part of you wondered if he was right. Perhaps Lissa had already put out an advertisement for your replacement.

But you weren’t given time to linger on the thought. He closed the distance between you, his cold fingers grasping your chin, turning your head one way and then the other as he inspected your neck.

“Did he bite you?” He asked and you stayed silent, so he resorted to threats. “Do I have to strip you and check for myself?”

The threat was enough to break you. “No. He didn’t bite me.”

“Good. Now get changed out of those clothes, so we can have supper and discuss our future together.” A wave of his hand led your gaze to an outfit that had been set out for you on the bed.

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“Why didn’t she tell me?” Billy asked as if he thought Karen might have some magic answer to explain everything that was going on.

She’d explained about Madani, about the questions the Homeland agent had about Billy, as well as the warning that she’d offered outside the hospital. But she only knew what you had shared with her and the little that Madani had been willing to say, and it wasn’t a lot. 

And it certainly wasn’t enough for Billy.

“I don’t know, I guess because she didn’t believe it, she didn’t think it was worth worrying you with it,” Karen offered, lifting her glass and taking a slow drink.

Billy and Frank had asked around, hoping someone had seen you while Karen called Madani, but the most they got was from a drunk who thought you might have gotten into a limousine with friends. By the time they sat to wait for the Homeland agent, Billy was crawling out of his skin.

“And you’re sure she didn’t believe it?” He asked, again trying to get an answer that he knew Karen couldn’t possibly know.

“Well, she saw Krista, didn’t she?” Frank offered. “Hard to think you killed someone who’s still walkin’ around.”

“But, what if -” he started and stopped as Karen dared to reach across the table, placing a hand on his arm.

“Billy, she didn’t leave because she thought you’d done something wrong,” she offered.

“No, she left because I’m like... this...”

Frank bristled at his side but didn’t say anything, though Karen could tell just how much effort it took for him to bite his tongue. She’d seen them have that argument before, and she’d been the one left to console Frank afterwards.

“We’ll find her, Billy,” Karen tried again, pulling back her hand.

“I just -” he started but stopped the moment he noticed a woman in a suit approaching them, eyeing him with very obvious suspicion.

Karen’s eyes followed Billy’s, and she quickly stood up.

“Agent Madani.”

“Ms Page,” she greeted Karen before uncomfortably eyeing Billy and Frank.

“Something’s happened and we need your help,” Karen tried to explain, waving a hand, trying to get Madani to sit. 

Between the three of them, they explained what had happened as far as they knew, up to the point where they found your suitcase on the sidewalk. An uncomfortable silence fell while Madani took it all in.

“How can you be sure she didn’t just abandon it?” Madani asked, glancing at the case.

“She wouldn’t do that,” Billy answered, his hand resting on the stuffed beagle. “Why would she leave her phone and purse?”

Madani looked at him for a few moments, saying nothing.

“And how do I know that any of this is true?” She finally asked. “How do I know that this isn’t some elaborate ruse? How do I know she isn’t dead somewhere and all of this is to stop me from asking questions later on?”

“I didn’t kill her. I haven’t killed anyone. I -” Billy started to snap.

“Bill,” Frank warned, silencing him.

“You’ve got a badge, right?” Karen asked. “The store across the street has got a security camera pointed at the street, you can take a look at the last hour and see if we’re telling the truth or not.”

Frank struggled to fight back a grin, nudging Karen with his elbow, impressed with her. Madani on the other hand, seemed a little less enthusiastic. 

“It’s not that simple, I’d need a warrant, and -”

“We don’t have time -” Karen started.

“Fuck this,” Billy muttered, getting to his feet.

Frank followed suit. “What’re you doin’, Bill?” 

“I’m going to get the security footage myself,” he answered.

“Hey, if you think I’m going to sit back while you commit a crime -” Madani was on her feet a second later.

“The more time we waste, the harder it’s going to be to find her,” Billy snapped. “And I’m not going to lose her. You can either help or you can stay out of my way, but I’m warning you, Agent Madani, I’m not someone you want as an enemy.”

Without another word, he started towards the door, Madani and Frank following after while Karen opted to hang back with your suitcase.

Billy made his way across the street, not caring if he was followed; he was determined to find out what happened, with or without help. With the way he was feeling, he’d tear the store owner apart if he even tried to get in his way. And Frank seemed to realise that. It was why he didn’t let Billy get more than a few feet ahead of him.

And Madani followed because she was almost hoping that he’d do something to prove her right about him.

“How we doin’ this then?” Frank asked just outside the little corner store, stopping Billy in his tracks. 

“That’s up to Agent Madani,” Billy answered, glaring at the Homeland agent.

For a few seconds she looked at the two vampires, hating that she was being put on the spot but realising that there was nothing that she could do to stop them from looking at the footage one way or another.

“Fine, wait here,” she answered, as she moved to step past Billy.

“What? If you think I’m -” Billy was silenced by Frank’s hand on his shoulder.

Madani waited for a beat before entering the store alone.

The bell over the door chimed, signalling her arrival to the young guy behind the counter who looked up from his phone for a split-second before dropping his gaze again. Madani strode towards the counter, reaching into her jacket for her badge and ID. For a few seconds she didn’t say anything, instead she listened to the faint sounds coming from the assistant's phone.

‘If vampire’s keep taking all the wealth and making it so honest, hard working humans can’t find a decent job that pays a decent wage -”

She cleared her throat, having heard all she needed to. Anti-vampire sentiment was still widespread and there were plenty of online commentators willing to try to make a quick buck from it, and in this situation, it was something she could use to her advantage.

“Agent Madani, Homeland Security,” she stated. The kid looked ready to shit himself at the sight of her badge. “I’m going to need to see the CCTV footage from the front of the store for the last couple of hours.”

“I -” for a moment he struggled to find the words, “- I think I’d need to ask my boss.”

“Is he here right now?”

“No, he lives in Jersey...”

Madani let out a sigh, letting the kid see her frustration.

“Listen, I’ll level with you, I’m tracking a dangerous vampire,” she told him and saw a flicker of anger on his face. “I think they’ve hurt a lot of people, a lot of young women about your age...”

“Fucking bloodsuckers,” he muttered.

“If I could see that footage, I might be able to catch him and, if I do...” she shrugged, “well, there’d be nothing to stop you from posting the whole thing online. I hear you can make a lot of money with stuff like this.”

Madani could practically see dollar signs lighting up behind his eyes. At any other time it might have bothered her just how easily influenced the kid was, but time was of the essence and she needed to know if Russo was lying to her. 

“Yeah, okay,” the kid relented, “it’s in the back here.” 

He gave a quick glance around the store, making sure it was still empty before showing her into the backroom. The set up was hardly state of the art, but it was easy enough to use - in fact, she’d used several similar systems in the past, so it didn’t take her long to scrub through the video and find the exact moment that you left Josie’s. The picture quality wasn’t brilliant and the poor lighting on the street didn’t help, but you were easy enough to spot with your suitcase.

Madani watched as someone deliberately stepped into your path before taking you by the arm and leading you towards a waiting limousine. She managed to get half of the licence plate of the limo and snapped a quick photo of the blurry figure with her phone while the kid’s back was turned, then she stood.

“Is it on there?” He asked.

“No,” she answered, forcing another sigh, “looks like the bastard managed to slip by just out of range of the camera.”

His disappointment was palpable.

“But that isn’t to say that he won’t come back,” Madani offered, “so it’d be best if you didn’t mention this to anyone, otherwise you might spook him and... well, I wouldn’t want to see you charged with obstruction after you’ve been so helpful.” 

He nodded and she didn’t waste any time in making her excuses to get out of there.

Billy was pacing by the time she stepped back outside, both men seemed to be engaged in a heated debate about something, and it looked as though Russo was on the losing end of it.

“All I’m sayin’ is -”

“What did you find out?” Billy asked, ignoring Frank and quickly refocusing all of his attention on Madani.

“I’m not sure,” Madani stated, pulling out her phone, “she left the bar and someone met her outside before leading her to a limousine. There wasn’t a struggle but... something didn’t seem right...”

“You think someone was compellin’ her?” Frank asked.

“Maybe. I can’t be sure. I got a partial plate and I’m going to call in some favours to run it, see if I can figure out who owns the limo and where it went,” Madani explained before holding up her phone to the men, showing the blurry image she’d captured. “But, while we wait, we should try to figure out who this is.”

“Fuck,” Billy grit out almost instantly.

“Goddamnit,” Frank let out a second later.

“Well, that was quicker than expected. Care to fill me in?” Madani asked.

“I knew I should’ve killed her,” Billy muttered, forcing an uneven breath, struggling to stay in control of himself.

“It’s Krista Dumont, alive and well, and still pissin’ everyone off,” Frank answered, though his gaze stayed on Billy. “You went lookin’ for her, right, Bill? Know where she might be now?”

“Yeah, I know where she lives,” Billy answered, his attention quickly turning to Madani. “You wanted to know what happened to my previous employees, right? Well, you’re about to find out.”

Without another word, he started moving back towards where he’d left his car. Frank and Madani quickly followed after, the latter on her phone calling in those favours to try and track down the limo.

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You were finally left alone to change, though you spent at least five minutes searching the room, looking for anything that might help you escape. As much as you’d felt resigned to this eventuality, just being around him again had panic and dread gnawing at your insides. You had to get away.

The first thing you did was check the windows, despite already knowing that you were too high up to even consider it an option. In fact, the penthouse suite was so high up that the people on the street below seemed like ants.

Next thing you checked was the room’s phone by lifting it to your ear. No dial tone. No cord connecting it to the wall. If you could get a cord from one of the other phones in the suite, you might be able to call for help. You filled away the thought for later. 

Then you checked the drawers and the wardrobe, feeling sick to your stomach when you found several outfits that were obviously for you. They looked like the sort of clothes your mother would have picked for you and not at all like the outfits you’d enjoyed wearing over the last six months. Even the dress he’d laid out on the bed for you felt uncomfortably conservative - though you supposed you should be glad he wanted you to dress that way.

Shaking your head you tried to force the thought away and concentrate on finding things that might be helpful. 

Wooden hangers could perhaps be turned into weapons but... well, that was a line you didn’t want to think about crossing until you really had to.

“Dinner is here,” you heard his voice from behind the door. “Unless you want me to come in there and dress you myself, I suggest you hurry up.” 

As much as you wanted to be stubborn, as much as you wanted to cause him as much trouble as possible, the sorry fact of the matter was that you were scared. And you had every reason to be scared. So, you gave up your search and quickly changed into the clothes that he had left for you and stepped out into the suite.

The main room was lit by lamps, creating a romantic glow that made you feel sick.

Instead of looking at him and the table, you glanced around the room, taking note of where the phone was and how close the door was. But your host seemed to realise what you were doing.

“Sit,” he ordered, pulling out a chair at the table.

You made a point of walking around him and taking a different seat.

“You’re starting to test my patience,” he remarked, taking his own seat. 

“Already?” You remarked off-handedly, reminding him of the comment he’d made not two hours ago in the limo.

“Did Billy Russo let you talk back like this?”

“He never gave me a reason to,” you answered without hesitation, despite knowing it wasn’t strictly true.

He gave a grunt of irritation before uncovering your food. You looked down at the plate, your lips curling at the sight; tuna steak and salad. While he started to eat, you simply stared down at the plate. Even though you knew you’d never see him again, let alone bleed for him, the thought of eating anything from his list of prohibited foods. It took Justin Drake  a minute to realise that you weren’t eating, and then came the frustrated sigh.

“Are you going to fight me on everything?” He asked.

“I don’t eat tuna.”

“Since when?”

“Since I decided I don’t like it.”

“Then eat the salad,” he snapped.

You took small consolation in the fact that you were already getting to him, showing him that you were going to be far more trouble than you were worth but, again, you knew better than to push too far too soon. He could hurt you. He would hurt you if he felt like it. 

Reluctantly, you began to pick at the salad with your fork, silently wondering if you’d be able to sneak any of the cutlery away from the table.

You ate in silence, neither speaking until you were both done. He’d poured you a glass of wine, but it had been left mostly untouched and, thankfully, he hadn’t thought to order dessert.

“Tomorrow we’ll be travelling home,” he informed you. “The wedding is being arranged as we speak and, by this time next week, you’ll be my wife, so you should rid yourself of any childish notions of escaping or denying me.”

“I won’t marry you.”

“Yes you will.”

“Why? Why any of this? Why me?” You asked, anger quickly starting to bubble over. “I’ll never stop fighting you, I’ll never be yours. How is any of this worth it to you?”

He just laughed at that, sitting back in his chair and lifting his wine glass to his lips, taking a slow drink before even thinking to answer you.

“Because it’s fate.”

“What?” Had you heard him correctly? Had he called it fate?

“It was never about the money - that was just to keep your parents in line - it’s always been about you, my sweet girl.” He continued to smile as your skin started to crawl. “I knew I had to have you the first time I set eyes on you.”

Your stomach continued to churn and tie itself in knots as you thought how long ago that must have been.

“Why?” You dared to ask even though you were terrified of how he might answer.

“You look just like your great-great-great-grandmother.” He paused as if he was expecting you to say something but the shock had rendered you silent. “She was like you, she refused me what should have been mine, and she paid the price.”

It felt like your blood had turned to ice in your veins, not sure exactly what he was telling you, but not wanting to ask for clarification either. You remained silent, wondering how long he’d been tormenting your family like this and if you were the first to find yourself in this situation with him. 

“I always regretted it, once she was gone I mean. I should have handled things differently, but I was young back then, barely past my first century...” he sounded almost wistful, like he was recounting a fond memory. “But then I found you. And I won’t make the same mistake twice. You will bend to my will. You will be my wife in every sense of the word and, when you’ve finally accepted your place at my side, I will give you the greatest gift imaginable.”

You didn’t have to ask to know what he was implying.

“No,” your head shook. “I don’t want to be a vampire.”

“My sweet girl, what makes you think you have a choice?”

End Note : ... I'm not even sorry about ending it like that, I'm having too much fun getting things ready for the final confrontation. I think that there's probably only two more chapters left of this one now (depending on how carried away I get with the next part), so I hope you all enjoy what I've got planned. Also I'm sorry I picked that name for the bad guy...

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[melonsodypop]

Hi! I like the way you write (´꒳`)♡ Could I please request sfw and nsfw headcanons for the dearest Agni from Black Butler? Thank you! ♡

WAHHH ANON U R SO SWEET !! i'm very surprised by thankful by the love i've gotten so far aaaaaa!! ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ and thank YOU for the opportunity to write about my lovely boy agni!! >:D

agni sfw and nsfw headcanons !

☼ pairing - agni (black butler)/afab!reader

☼ tags - nsfw, minors dni, no gendered terms or pronouns used, fluff, possessiveness, mention of blood, oral s3x (reader receiving), size kink, mention of reader being smaller than agni, soft s3x, br33ding kink

☼ SFW ☼

rest assured, if you're agni's lover he will devote everything he has to you

he simply can't stand being in a world where his darling has to lift a finger for anything when he could be the one taking care of it

if you even so much as hint that you're hungry or he overhears your stomach growling there's a hot plate of food in front of you within minutes

it gets to the point where you have to remind him that you're very much capable of walking when he starts insisting that he carry you everywhere

which he'll respect immediately - part of him is embarrassed that you scolded him, but part of him still dies a little inside that you would be bothered by anything, itching to just do it for you

he's overly gentle when holding or touching you, especially at first, terrified that he'll somehow accidentally hurt you with his strength

it takes a lot of reassurance for him to even hug you, but when he finally does he holds you SO tight and doesn't let you go for a long time

"i'm sorry for my selfishness, my dear - would you allow me to hold you for a bit longer?"

extremely protective of you - if he were to be completely honest, the thought of anyone else even looking at you makes him sick to his stomach

he's able to suppress his jealousy enough so he doesn't embarrass or become a burden to you, but he still walks beside you with his arm possessively wrapped around your waist

kisses your forehead often - he's 6'5 (apparently?! according to the wiki), so he's most likely going to be taller than you, and he loves just cradling your face in your hands and bending down to do so

his giving love language isn't just acts of service, but words of affirmation too - he'll take any chance he gets to remind you how radiant you are and how much he adores you

his receiving love language isn't the same, though - even though his chest almost explodes anytime you praise him or deign to do favors for him, physical affection is what absolutely melts him

at his worst, even after all the years at soma's side, he still feels like an untouchable beast after all the violent things he did in his past

so when he feels your oh-so-gentle touch on his skin, pulling him close and your warm body against his, reminding him that he's not untouchable and just as worthy of love as everyone else... oh he could cry

but he doesn't - he doesn't want to stain his dear lover with blood, anyways

☼ NSFW ☼

it's not surprising at all that his need to take care of everything for you translates to the bedroom as well

THEEEE service top

he's entirely focused on your pleasure the entire time

he couldn't really care less if he cums, as long as it means his pretty darling is taken care of

sex is another thing that you're going to have to really coax him into

it's not that he doesn't want to have sex with you - quite the opposite, in fact - but again he's afraid of somehow accidentally hurting you

your every wish is his command - if you wish to cum, he's doubling his efforts and bringing your orgasm to you on a silver platter in seconds

gives you oral without fail every single time, his favorite way to show just how devoted he is to you and your pleasure

always eats you out like a man starved - he knows he's a great cook, but nothing he could ever make could compare to the taste of your pretty pussy

he won't admit it in fear of influencing you, but he absolutely LOVES when you sit on his face

the only time he'll be a little forceful with you is if you're sitting on his face and he senses that you're hovering or not putting your full weight down onto him, hooking his arms around your thighs and forcing your hips down to smother his face

his eyes grow glassy when you cum on his tongue - whether you're a squirter or a creamer, he obsessively laps up every drop of your juices

being as tall as he is, it's also no surprise that his dick is as big as the rest of him

he knows that he's bigger than most, and he's so nervous about hurting you that he'll insist that you not need to touch it or take it inside of you even when his cock is darkened with a blush and so hard that it's throbbing

but when you ask oh so prettily to please fuck you... well, how could he ever turn you down

goes so, so, slowly, starting with just his tip pressing against your entrance before rolling his hips and working himself inside you inch by inch

rubs slow circles onto your clit to get you wetter and relaxed, whispering praises of how good you're taking him right in your ear

"you're doing so good, darling, taking me so well - shh, you're okay, just relax"

he'd been so focused on making sure you weren't in pain and praising you that he ignored how good your walls felt clamping around his whole length

as soon as he finally lets himself register it, the warmth of your insides, he nearly cums right then and there

once he's sure you've fully adjusted to his size, gently but firmly holds your trembling thighs open when he starts to move, not letting your body subconsciously twitch away from his grasp or the pleasure he wants to give you

once he gets past the fear of hurting you, he realizes he loves just how much bigger he is than you, the sight of your little trembling body underneath him so adorable

even with how good he feels inside of you, he always makes sure he makes you cum first, his efforts focused on angling his hips right and rubbing your clit just the way you like it

selfishly imagines that one day, you'll ask him to cum inside and fill your belly with his children, marking you as his forever

but for now, he'll pull out once he's fucked you through your climax and shoot his thick load onto his abs, not daring to sully his darling's skin with it

well... unless you ask, of course. he was born to fulfill every one of your wishes anyways

[astraxxei]

I'm happy to see you're back pookie :)

Speaking of Leon from RE, I want him to put me in a chokehold with those big arms of his. I guess that's my request? Sorry for being immediately horny.

CHOKEHOLD ᶠᵗ : ˡᵉᵒⁿ ᵏᵉⁿⁿᵉᵈʸ.

Warnings: Suggestive. Young minors DNI.

Male reader | reader uses he/him pronouns | Fem aligned DNI | Fujoshi DNI | reader is addressed as "you" and "y/n" | chokehold | size difference | slight degradation .

You and Leon are on a mission together for the first time, a mission to neutralize an abandoned building from the infected and retrieve a lost item from there. However, the whole situation with you two just walking around to search the first floor of the building and Leon being, without a doubt, extremely annoyed from having the most annoying brat, in his opinion, to ever work at the R.P.D. as his partner for the mission, is extremely entertaining for you. You wanted to see just how mad he could get, because you found it so attractive. The way his large, strong frame towered over your small and vulnerable figure ignited something inside you that you never even knew existed. You couldn't help but imagine him growling in your ear...

Leon scoffs and grunts in annoyance at your lively and mischievous attitude.

"We are on a very serious mission. Quit acting like an infant."

However, you just giggle and continue behaving exactly like he hated. You play around with his nerves. You pretend to purposefully kick a bunch of metal pipes to make noise that will attract the zombies. Leon exhales in desperation. He doesn't know what to do with you.

Minutes later, you both arrive at the center of the building. On a dusty desk, you find the old, shiny antique - ish item you're supposed to retrieve and return to the R. P. D. Leon reaches out his hand to take it, but with a grin, you snatch it and quickly climb up to damaged window up high, staring at him with this smile of yours.

"Hey! Y/n, what the hell do you think you're doing! We're on this mission together!"

However, his words have no impact on you whatsoever. You're extremely curious on how he's going to react.

"Aww, but what if I tell everyone that I found it first and that I'm more worthy of recognition. What are you going to do? Huh, Leon?"

You immediately knew you went too far when you felt his hand grab your leg and pull you off, and when as soon as you got up, you saw him slide behind you with a swift movement and wrap his strong, muscular arm around your neck.

He leans near your ear. You keep a tight hold on the item, holding onto it for dear life. You hear his heavy breathing and his voice roughening, as his huge arm feels so tight around your small neck you almost feel like you're going to pass out. His tall figure holds you up in place firmly, your feet not touching the ground anymore. You sway your legs slightly and let out a little whimper. Even though you can barely breathe, you can't say that you didn't want this to happen. He smiles and whispers near your ear.

"You though that I'd let you annoy me since we got in the car. Who do you think I am?"

You let out an audible breath, looking in his direction. His grip is tight, but not too tight, just enough to keep you conscious.

"Now apologize, y/n, and don't make this any harder for you dear. This would have never happened if you didn't make me mad...But oh, you look like, you wanted this after all... Didn't you, y/n? What a filthy boy you are."

Your head is spinning, and your heart is beating rapidly. Your fingers release the item and it falls to the ground. You nod your head eagerly, letting out little whimpers and short breaths.

"I- I'm s- sorry...I- I won't..do it again- nghh..."

Hearing your exclamation, he lets go of your neck and puts you to the ground. He towers over you and grins, ruffling your hair softly as he sees your pretty face flushed red and hearing your erratic breaths.

"Good. Now be a good boy and behave. I promise I will reward you if you're good and actually useful. If not, I will punish you. Got it?"

Looking into his eyes with heart shaped ones, you nod your head. You never imagined that he would make you so flustered. Let alone, that you would end up being this worked up because of him.

~ ♡ ~

a/n: I AM DISRESPECTFULLY FOAMING IN THE MOUTH.

[gloomth-and-wanderings]

I guess there's no better day to drop my silly little les mis playlists! e/R playlist under the cut for length, since I've added relevant lyrics.

Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears for Fears

There’s a room where the light won’t find you / holding hands while the walls come tumbling down / when they do I’ll be right behind you / so glad we almost made it

(planning an animatic for this one once I learn how to animate! This song is so them coded)

The Secret Garden by The Divine Comedy

So much time and so little to do / I furnish my mind with pictures of you / Fading portraits, peculiar names / Replaced by your face in a big golden frame

Golden fragments of moments in time / Tarnished with guilt for an innocent crime

The Rise and Fall by The Divine Comedy

(Basically all the lyrics but especially the chorus:) Hold me in your arms / Hold me till you kill me / Hold me till you break my will / And passion fills my heart

Ignorance is Bliss by The Divine Comedy

You rely upon my charity to survive / I deny myself to keep this world alive / You walk headlong off the edge of the abyss / I oppose the motion / Ignorance is bliss

Under Pressure by Queen and David Bowie

This is our last dance / This is our last dance / This is ourselves / Under Pressure

Your Daddy’s Car by The Divine Comedy

Can you feel the sadness in our love? / It's the only kind we're worthy of / And can you feel the madness in our hearts?

Timewatching by The Divine Comedy

If I fall in love it could be forever / So I'll never fall in love / But the moment I can feel that you feel that way too / Is when I might fall in love with you

I Will Follow You Into The Dark (Obviously)

Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered jazz standard)

Lost my heart, but what of it / He is cold, I agree / He can laugh, but I love it / Although the laugh's on me

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out by the Smiths

To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die […] To die by your side, well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine

And in the darkened underpass / I thought "Oh God, my chance has come at last” / But then a strange fear gripped me and I just couldn't ask

Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now by the Smiths

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour / But heaven knows I'm miserable nowTwo lovers entwined pass me by / And heaven knows I'm miserable now

How Soon Is Now by the Smiths

You shut your mouth, how can you say / I go about things the wrong way? / I am human and I need to be loved / Just like everybody else does

(I think of this one as the switch from outer words to inner feelings)

It’s the End of the World as We Know It by R.E.M.

World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleedYou vitriolic, patriotic, slam fight, bright light / Feeling pretty psyched / It's the end of the world as we know it / It's the end of the world as we know it / It's the end of the world as we know it / And I feel fine

Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives / And I decline / It's the end of the world as we know it / It’s the end of the world as we know it / It's the end of the world as we know it / And I feel fine

You Take My Breath Away by Queen

Every time you make a move, you destroy my mind / And the way you touch / I lose control and shiver deep insideI could give up all my life for just one kiss / I would surely die

So please don't go / Don't leave me here all by myself / I get ever so lonely from time to time / I will find you anywhere you go / I’ll be right behind you / Right until the ends of the earth

Watch What Happens by Michel Legrand

Let someone start believing in you / Let him hold out his hand / Let him touch you and watch what happens

Falling in Love With Love by Carmen McRae

Falling in love with love is falling for make believe / Falling in love with love is playing the fool / Caring too much is such a juvenile fancy / Learning to trust is just for children in school / I fell in love with love one night when the moon was full / I was unwise with eyes unable to see / I fell in love with love, with love everlasting / But love fell out with me

Born With a Broken Heart by the Divine Comedy (I actually don’t like this song very much but it gives such Grantaire vibes especially with the loser recorder solo so I actually like it)

Basically all the lyrics buckaroo it’s a Grantaire song

Hallelujah (assorted versions but I didn't think about it till I saw the George Blagden version)

Well baby I've been here before / I know this room and I've walked this floor / I used to live alone before I knew ya / I've seen your flag on the marble arch / But love is not a victory march / It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Also I forget if he does this verse but:

Maybe there's a God above / But all I've ever learned from love / Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you / And it's not a cry that you hear at night / It's not somebody who's seen the light / It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

I Wanna Hold Your Hand by the Beatles (I’m so sorry)Oh, yeah, I'll tell you something / I think you'll understand / When I'll say that something / I wanna hold your hand [something = long live the revolution! I belong to it]

All That Jazz by Echo and the Bunnymen

Where the hell have you been / We've been waiting with our best suits on […] See you at the barricades babe / See you when the lights go low, Joe / Hear you when the wheels turn round / Someday when the sky turns black

You Give Love a Bad Name by Bon Jovi

Shot through the heart / And you're to blame / Darling, you give love a bad name / An angel's smile is what you sellYour very first kiss was your first kiss goodbye / Oh, oh, you're a loaded gun / Oh, oh, there's nowhere to run / No one can save me / The damage is done

When Did You Leave Heaven (jazz standard)

If I kissed you would it be a sin? / I am only human but you are so divine / When did you leave Heaven, angel mine?

Maid of Orleans (the Joan of Arc Waltz) by Orchestral Manuevers in the Dark

(Basically all the lyrics)

eta:

Electric Blue by Icehouse

Are you hiding somewhere behind those eyes? / I just freeze / Every time you see through me / And it's all over you / Electric blue

Thank you for bearing with me through this awfully disorganized list! Happy Barricade Day Part II!

[coldshinypearl]

reiji sakamaki x reader

The perfect bride

one shot

part 2

NSFW!

he has got her now. And he won’t simply let go. They run away together from the ball and as he drags her with him she just wishes that he has mercy.

disclaimers: [y/n] instert with some physical descriptions, suggestive descriptions and content, blood sucking, inappropriate language, symptoms of social anxiety, fingering, choking, over stimulation.

-“you….have chosen me..?” [y/n] responds with her vulnerable soft voice, still trying to comprehend his words.

She softens her eyes as a look of fear paints her face, her hands tremble and her breath shortens as she as she cannot formulate an idea of what his may move is.

-“As my bride.” His cold tone speaks once again, this time making her spine freeze from shivers.

Now it was all clear what his plan was, certainly it was an immense honor to be the queen, but it was all so sudden!

-“As your bride? You mean me as the queen?” [y/n] repeated once again speaking her mind as she looked directly at him.

Reiji nodded keeping his smirk and arms crossed gazing at her like a prey.

[y/n] looked down, holding her hands together like she was searching for support and couldn’t find it, almost fainted when she heard his sharp words.

Of course a loving husband and important titles were what she most wanted, not to mention the envy looks she would get from all the other debutants that have been rejected by him.

But he hadn’t even asked properly for her hand! She always knew that the second prince of Karlheinz was known for his coldness and sharp looks, and also for constantly looking at himself above everything and everyone.

Her thoughts were interrupted by his matured voice.

-“That being said i will have your luggage transferred in my palace at once.” Reiji said once again reaching his fist inside his coat to check the time on his pocket watch.

[y/n] flinched again and looked up at him.

-“R-right now? I never said i was to marry you your majesty!” [y/n]’s trembling voice came out at one breath speaking her inner thoughts, just when she saw his corrupted expression she understood that he had heard her stutter and insolence.

Reiji sharpened his eyes and gazed at her, his smirk melted.

The air was colder once she finished talking, and his anger was visible.

-“I have chosen you. That is all.” Reiji spoke.

Looking directly at her pupils sending shivers and cold sweat in her body, but certainly.

Another feeling that couldn’t be hidden was his pleasure to her afraid reactions.

All the flinches and gasps, and the stutters made his decision only more sensed.

For how much [y/n] was afraid of him, she knew that staying silent would’ve only made her position lower than he considered.

-“Your majesty i just came back from an immense journey, marriage is the last thing i would desire right now.” [y/n] spoke once again fixing her tone as she tried to be heard.

Reiji crossed his arms once again, all that arrogance had him flamed with rage, but also intrigued.

He wondered how dared she to speak with such insolence to none other than the King.

Acting like white-trash with someone so worthy like him.

-“I couldn’t give less importance to your say.”

He said keeping a calm tone but an angered look.

He stepped closer to her figure and she yet flinched again.

They locked at each other’s eyes, his magenta sparkling irises looked like a juicy and forbidden fruit, and it was gazing her like his eyes were trapping her in a prison.

[y/n] stepped back, her back shivering as it met the quartz cold pilaster of the pavilion.

He stepped closer making their figures being only inches away, he placed his clothed hands reached to the sides of the pilaster blocking her moves.

He looked deeply in her eyes, she looked like a little bunny being cornered by a fox.

As their mouths were only centimeters away, her lips trembled along with her whole body.

-“Y-your majesty….what if someone was to see us…?” [y/n] whined, stuttering once again her words.

Reiji chuckled, a dark monstrous giggle that made her guts dry.

-“Isn’t it only right to strut my bride?” He claimed smirking at her fear, knowing all the exact effects that he caused her.

[y/n] blinked more than once when he pronounced those words so flawlessly, ignoring the weight they had.

She looked around nervously, her cheeks warming as they became rose from embarrassment.

-“Is it not?” He repeated claiming an answer, as he spoke his clothed hand moved from the pillar and grabbed gently her chin, lifting it up to him and forcing her to look at him.

[y/n] took a deep breath between the gasps and uneasy breaths, her chest rised and then lowed.

-“it…is..” [y/n] answered the only words the wanted to hear.

As she braced herself for the worst she continued to breath uneasily, she finally understood that she gave him complete access.

His smirk widened at those words, the grip in her chin became tighter, he harshly moved her head to the side as she gasped.

His finger traced her bare pale neck, his head got closer to her skin.

He inhaled the caramelized perfume of her neck, her skin to thin that it almost didn’t pop from her nervousness.

His hand lowed from the chin to her neck itself grabbing it not putting any pressure in it.

He opened his thin and purplish lips, and with a smirk, his pointy white fangs sinked inside her neck, like a knife in a cube of meat.

She gasped and let out a whimper at that sudden move, feeling the pain and pleasure of his fangs being stuck in her bloody meat. She squeezed her eyes and slightly opened her lips allowing another whimper to fall from her voice.

His breath trembled when he started to drink her pure and thick blood, loosening his composure his other hand traced her back and the laces of her corset.

His brows corrupted down tasting like an expensive dish her blood, letting his palate embrace that sugary and creamy liquid.

With a smooch sound he let go of her neck, his fangs still covered in her blood and some drops of sweat on his neck, [y/n] looked at him as the arousal began to infect the scent around her.

His finger caressed her cheek as she slowly melted like warm honey at his touch.

His hands went reaching for her puffed sleeves and slide them down her arms revealing her shoulders.

She looked at his movements still with a frightened expression and gasped when he revealed her skin.

-“Let your king admire you.” He said unzipping her gown.

Her dress still remained on her body but loosed revealing more of her skin, as he undid her corset her hands went on his shoulders gently caressing them hoping to calm his instincts down.

He smirked at her and enjoyed her scared expression as he slowly seduced her pure spirit.

His hand traced back and slid inside her skirt holding her back, and his other went on his mouth, with his fangs he slid the glove off his hand as the pure white color of the fabric began to sink in the blood of his fangs.

Reiji spit the glove on the grass and harshly forced two of his fingers inside her mouth. His long fingers moved inside her mouth being cornered by her hot wet tongue.

Her pale hands held onto his hand that was tormenting her mouth trying to diminish the fast movements.

Little thin tears fell from her eyes that looked directly at him, a needy and fragile look posed on his harsh and dominant manner.

Reiji snatched his fingers from her mouth leaving her gasping, how he enjoyed those desperate reaches for air when she was so aroused.

-“Settle down or they’ll hear your scent.” Reiji ordered as his wet piping hand ripped her soaking panties off from her womanhood.

At that her eyes widened, this was the very first time someone ever treated her with such no respect, but still her arousal won over her will when fresh air touched her dripping and needy clitoris.

His wet hand cupped completely her womanhood, he moved his fingers around her pink clitoris gently stroking on the soft tips.

[y/n] moaned softly when he started to move and held tightly onto the fabric of his coat leaving her mouth wide open.

-“I can feel you pulsing.” Reiji said once again embarrassing her.

Without any warning he stretched slightly her hole and sticked inside his middle dripping finger, feeling it warming from her sides.

[y/n] looked at him with widened eyes as her mouth went completely open, whining softly she corrupted her expression letting her eyes talk for her needs.

Reiji slid inside a second finger feeling her inner g-spot pulsing.

He started to move his fingers inside and out her hole, scissoring for good inside and stroking properly all of her inner spots.

He moved so right inside of her depths one would have guessed he wasn’t a stranger to her womanhood.

He moved inside of her with an unnatural speed that made her toes curl inside the expensive footwear, and her eyes blank.

-“S-…Slower..! Slower..! Please…!~” [y/n] whined feeing the stimulation come too soon and fast before she could’ve properly acknowledge it.

Reiji chuckled at her spouted words.

-“And why would i listen to your moaned words? Speak properly if you want to be heard.” He said with a sharp tone almost making fun of her and her feelings.

[y/n] gasped for air as her grip on his coat tightened.

Reiji snatched the fingers out of her at once, [y/n] almost fell in relief, her hair sticked to her neck as it soaked in sweat.

She closed her eyes finally breathing again, then suddenly.

She heard a clinging sound, when she opened her eyes she saw his belt being undone, she widened when she understood his wills.

Reiji slid off his underwear revealing his pulsing manhood.

His long and pale manhood, that was dripping from pre cum from the tip and looked piping hot.

It looked hard and erect as it stood before her bare womanhood under the gown.

Without any signal he picked her on his arms letting his hands cup her tighs, instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Her skirt’s length fell of the grass and lifting to her stomach letting her bare womanhood finally enjoy of spirited breathing.

Reiji forced his length in all at once as her arousal fluid served as lubricant.

-“What has got you so soaking wet that it made it so easy for me to slip in?”

[y/n] moaned when she felt a bigger grip inside of her, her cheeks went red and her eyes teary, along with her hair that was now slightly undone.

[y/n] looked at his eyes directly as her hands placed on his cheeks, gently caressing them as now her vision went softer when se saw him.

Reiji saw her becoming docile under his touch and smirked.

He began to gently stroke her hair, and then slowly place it behind her back, leaving her chest bare.

As he began to thrust inside of her, he slowly and harshly rubbed his manhood all over her inner walls, almost like marking her for getting used to his shape.

Their heads closed to eachother, and then their lips fell inside a genuine kiss.

She moved her lips slowly almost trying to eat his lips, her tongue reached inside of his mouth searching for his, their tongues finally touched and began caressing the other.

It quickly turned into a harsh and violent kiss where Reiji held her chin up from her neck and pushed it behind in the pillar.

Almost as if he was trying to choke her, she smiles at her struggles as her trembling hands reached for his hands on her neck.

His thrusts increased their speed as he harshly rubbed inside of her, all the worries of being caught or of what the others would’ve thought of her started to dissolve slowly as her pleasure increased.

The more the went in the more she felt her walls tightening and his length plump inside of her.

She whined when that happened and a little tear finally watered her warm cheeks.

His thrusts started to become unnaturally violent and fast, almost as if he was searching for something inside of her.

She felt it going closer and closer to her sweet point, the one hidden that would’ve clarified their relationship.

At her surprise he hit it.

He clenched his manhood deep inside of her pushing it in her walls as it reached parts of her, he continued to violently hit her inner part as she felt her orgasm only increase.

She tightened around his length as her walls pulsed more from the stimulation.

Warm shivers ran upon her legs almost causing her to fell, his thrusts became so fast her voice broke while moaning.

-“Y-yes..~” [y/n] whispered while catching deep breaths as her orgasm was coming.

Reiji chuckled, a dark and terrifying chuckle that embarrassed her even more, knowing that he heard her pleasure inside and out.

-“I couldn’t be more glad to know you’re enjoying this…” His sharp and sensual tone spoke to her.

Reiji reached for her ear and whispered his words, his mouth posing on her ear as he spoke the words blowing.

-“To think that someone so heedful would let herself pleasure like this in a public space… Makes me wonder if you’re so perverse like you look…” He said blowing every single word on her ear making her eyes roll back.

At his shameless words her pleasure increased being only seconds away from her climax, the feeling became almost velvety.

And then, just like a wave her orgasm ravished her, feeling it on her whole body her breasts petals swollen and her legs almost fell from her trembling.

A long and soft moan left her mouth as she bit on his coat’s sleeve for covering, her breathing became uneasy again as she tried to catch her breath.

She closed her eyes and let her head rest on his chest.

Reiji patted her head and looked down at her as he picked her up.

-“Would you like to retire home now?” Reiji asked smirking knowing the answer already.

[y/n] looked up at him.

-“T-that would be wonderful…” [y/n] said in a string of voice as she tried to speak from still not having regained her energies.

[cc1010fox]

Still Young

Rating: PG-13 to R

Pairing: Alpha-18/Fox

Summary: The clones of Alpha-17's ARC training program are now young men, but he still sees them as bright-eyed cadets. He doesn't appreciate that Alpha-18 sees one of them as a young man now, not when he watched him grow up just like Seventeen did.

...

The mess hall fell into stunned silence, leaving it quiet enough to hear blood drops splattering against the floor. It echoed to the far end of the room where, cautiously, the clones in the back rose from their benches to ensure their fallen trainer was alright.

When the shock wore off, Alpha-18 caught the bright red droplets in the palm of his hand to spare his group that haunting sound, before he wiped his throbbing mouth on his sleeve. "I probably deserved that..."

"If you ever touch him again, I will kill you," Alpha-17 seethed out through his clenched teeth. He hadn't planned on attacking his fellow Alpha class clone; rage had just taken hold of him.

Eighteen pulled himself up off the floor, smearing it with the evidence of his wounded flesh and pride. "You would do that to your vod?" he challenged.

Seventeen raised his hand, the back of which was as red as their audience's clothing, and pointed at his so-called vod. His voice was low, dangerous. "I would do that for my ad."

That was impossible for a clone to argue against. It was in their genes to treasure their adopted ade. As much as Eighteen wanted to fight, all he could do was respectfully lower his gaze and press his swollen lips into a hard line. He wouldn't argue.

"If I catch you even looking at him again, I will pull my privilege and make sure you never set foot on Kamino again," Seventeen warned. Disgusted with the man he used to proudly call his vod, he turned away from him to the small crowd of worried clones, all of which were looking to him for an answer, all but one, whose back was turned to the fight. "Finish your meals! You have five minutes!"

The panicked shoveling of food into hungry mouths muffled the grumbled words of one CC-1010, named Fox. "Who told?" He was almost certain it was Cody. They were at the top of the program, which put them in competition with one another. There was no doubt in his mind he was jealous he had earned the attention of an Alpha.

His theory was proven wrong, though, when his best friend spoke up confidently. "I did."

Confused, Fox looked to his vod with a furrowed brow. "You, Thire? Why?"

CC-4477 paused in his eating, laying his utensil back on his tray. He didn't dare look at Fox, though, afraid to see the betrayal on his face. "Something felt wrong about it, Fox..."

Contrary to what Thire was afraid of, Fox's expression softened. His best friend wouldn't betray him, he would only help him. Maybe there was something wrong about what had happened between himself and Alpha-18. He was just too excited about it to see it. "Oh..." Feeling confused and anxious, he rested his cheek on his best friend's shoulder. Fox wasn't hungry anymore.

Relieved, Thire wrapped an arm around his batchmate's shoulders and gave his upper arm a comforting squeeze. He hadn't noticed that no one around them had been eating until Cody picked up his utensil again. When he looked up, their vode were eating slowly while sneaking glances at the somber duo, wearing their worry on their faces. Thire couldn't blame them. Even though they had greedily asked for every dirty detail the night before, Seventeen had just made it abundantly clear that what they had heard about was in some way worthy of breaking a bond over. That meant Fox was a victim of something bad.

...

That night, Seventeen leaned against the doorframe as he watched his chosen batch sleep. Their cheeks were no longer chubby, their eyes no longer rounded, but they still looked so young to him. They were still his ade. They certainly acted young. Even in that moment, the majority of them had dragged their mattresses onto the floor for a massive bed to cuddle up on in a pile of indistinguishable limbs tangled in blankets.

Fox seemed to be at the center of it, one hand tenderly resting on Thire's head, which was pillowed by his chest, and the other arm comically wrapped around Wolffe's neck in what Seventeen could only describe as an affectionate chokehold. Wolffe was at least getting some semblance of revenge by drooling heavily on Fox's sleeve. That made Seventeen smile.

But only briefly...

He couldn't imagine watching that young man, he had to admit, grow up from a cocky little cadet, the one that had made him snort despite the mischief he had caused, and seeing him as a means to get off. He couldn't imagine looking at his face and not seeing that miniature aspiring celebrity pointing finger guns at him after another effortless high score. He couldn't imagine him on his knees...before him...

Eighteen had watched them all grow up just as Seventeen had. He'd been there at every chance, burning with envy, until his request for his own cadets to train had been granted. Even then, Seventeen had caught him smiling at the cadets that had inspired him to train his own.

So why? Why Fox? Sure, Fox was confident, overconfident at times, and he was undeniably attractive. He didn't just take care of his appearance, he primped himself until the last minute every morning to appeal to his peers, Seventeen mused. That didn't turn Seventeen on, though. That made him proud. Fox was his beautiful ad, the ad he could show off at face value. Why wasn't Eighteen proud? When had he stopped seeing Fox as a cadet and started seeing him as a hole? Had he always just been waiting for Fox to reach maturity so he could have his way with him?

Seventeen's upper lip curled in disgust. The more he thought about it, the more he wondered just how much he could get away with. Jango wouldn't be happy if he pummeled Eighteen into tender chum, but he wouldn't take him off the ARC training program...would he?

Sighing, he ventured into the pile, stepping over and between bodies. When he found himself in the middle, he nudged Fox's side with his foot. The younger clone stirred, but it took another nudge to get him to open his eyes. When he did, he smiled, and that little sleepy smile brought a smile to Seventeen's face. Fox then tucked himself more towards Thire, releasing Wolffe from his death grip, and Alpha-17 took the invitation. Carefully, he molded himself into the space created between Fox and Wolffe, tucking Fox under his arm. He didn't mind the weight on his bicep or how his right arm was going to be dead weight in the morning, not when he knew his ad was safe and warm against him.

[boredw69]

Nurse's Office pt.2

Fluff

This is a part 2 to my previously requested fluff. It was my first post on here, and after re-reading I've thought that it would be worthy of a part 2! and possibly a 3rd with some smut *wink wink* ;)

Link to Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/boredw69/678942089244966912?source=share

(Please do not Repost copy and paste or steal my work in any way shape or form)

Warning: | emotions were shared and so were kisses 😌 that’s all.

Its been a few days since George had sprain his wrist. I've been fairly certain he had woken up and left a few hours after our encounter. My thoughts had drifted me into a deep sleep and I wasn't awaken until Madam Pomfrey opened the Office in the morning.

The next couple of days I had just been avoiding the twins as normal, except now I had different reasoning behind it; I did NOT want to continue the conversation with George. Then again, it kept nagging at me. I had replayed that night over and over in my head trying to find the courage in myself to believe what he was saying to me.

"y/n? I do believe it would be smart of you to pay. attention. in my class" Snape's slow agitated voice had scared me out of thought, but I suppose he was right.

"My apologies sir.." I mumbled and picked up my quill quickly scribbling down the note that lingered on the board.

6:08 PM

Mrs. Pomfrey and I had been cleaning the office for hours now, making sure it is sanitary and spotless for the Ministry to inspect tomorrow.

"Oh dear! Look at the time, I do believe you should be heading off to bed! You have the OWLS to prep for now don't ya?" She had spoke up lifting her duster from off the shelves.

I pulled my watch from my pocket and nodded looking up to her, "Yea.. I do need to do some more studying. Thank you" I bowed to her and snatched up my things excited to finally go up to the common room and rest.

I began my slow decent/accent to the y/h common room. As I turned the corner I bumped shoulders with the tall ginger. I huffed looking up at him; of course it had to be George. I didn’t spend long looking up into his gazing eyes before pushing past him; or until I felt his hand wrap around my upper arm yanking me back to him.

“y/n.” He turned me towards him frowning down at me.

I avoided looking at him at all costs; I was afraid that if I did, I wouldn’t be able to control my own words as they’d roll off my tounge in a fit of panic.

“Can you stop avoiding me. I mean, I’m tired of pretending nothing ever happened.” He mumbled.

I kept my mouth shut as he continued; “what are you thinking.?”

“I don’t know.” I whispered. “I want to forgive you but I just can’t; you fuck around too much, and to be honest I don’t even know if I can trust you right now.”

His eyes softened; and for a second I wanted to believe they were real, maybe they were.

He grabbed my shoulders holding me still in a nurturing way. “I’m sorry. And I promise you. I’m not fucking around when I say that.”

I looked down briefly watching as he shuffled closer to me. “George..” I sighed. “Thank you..but I just d-“

My eyes widened as he grabbed at my chin softly raising my head to look at him once again. “I-don’t know how to feel r-ight now.” I barely finished my sentence leaving my mouth agape in shock.

He looked down at my lips so briefly that I had almost missed it; and before I knew it, his lips were on mine.

Was this a way to confirming his apology to me? Because it was unfortunately working. I moved my hands to his chest and up his shoulder blades pulling him closer. He stiffened up like this wasn’t expected.

The kiss deepened for a moment but i started to feel hot and my stomach was fluttering.

Shit.. shit this is so awkward.. I thought before I pulled away gently.

His hand rested on the small of my back still keeping me close.

This feeling was insane, euphoric almost. Did I like George Wesley…? Merlin’s beard.. I liked George Weasley..

He looked down at me studying my face. As I looked up at him I noticed how relaxed and heavenly he looked. He looked at ease, happy.. a different kind of happy than the pranking people with Fred kind of happy.

Merlin.. what is he doing to me.

Finally after the moments of silence he spoke. “Y/n, I’m going to be terribly honest.. I really like you. And I’d like you to go out with me tomorrow afternoon after OWLS.”

I nodded anxiously. “Yes- of course.. I mean I’d love to!”

He stifled a smile before pulling me in for a hug. My heart melted aswell as my body as he pulled me in.

“Good luck tomorrow. Ya know, on your OWLS” he said as he pulled back turning to walk past me.

“See ya tomorrow.!” I stuttered out as he walked off.

I gulped and stared at the wall for a spell before continuing to my dorms.

[forest-falcon]

R&R

Kayo spread a towel on a sun lounger. After a string of sinfully-dull boardroom meetings, it felt like a tonic to feel the sun on her skin.

She delved into her beach bag and felt for her book - her guilty pleasure. The plot line was definitely ammunition-worthy for her brothers to rib her with, but she had never attempted to hide it from them; at least, not in the conventional sense of the word. Obscuring things from view was an invitation for her brothers to go looking. Gordon, for one, had picked a couple of locks in an attempt to uncover what he thought would be some juicy ribbing material only to find a note reading: Nice try Fish Face!

Kayo smiled at the memory. Yes, hiding things in plain sight had, and would likely always be the way forward. She had grabbed this particular novel from the bookcase in the Comms room, right next to Virgil's easel. With John hoarding his reading material on Five, nobody ever thought to look in the most obvious place possible.

Relax. Relax, relax, relax…

The sound of the ocean, the lazy clouds, no brothers around to judge…so why couldn't she relax?

She forced herself to focus, but something…some feeling niggling deep in her gut told her to be on guard. If Gordon really did had a Squid Sense, then whatever her version was of that was-

"Help!"

Kayo sprang to her feet just as Gordon came bounding out of the villa. His speed caused him to teeter on one foot as he cornered sharply to avoid falling into the pool.

“What's wron-”

“Kayo - yes! ...Ah sh*t!”

He grabbed both his sister’s arms to help slow himself before pivoting behind her, just as a furious Virgil appeared.

The gentle giant, seething, stalked towards the cowering aquanaut, who was now using Kayo as a human shield.

"What's going on?"

It was only at this moment that Kayo mentally registered that their older brother was dressed in no more than a robe for modesty. It billowed precariously behind him as he closed the distance between them, keeping one hand closed around the fabric at his waist for decency at all times.

“What did you do?” Kayo whipped around to face the prankster.

“I did nothing!” His protest was undone by his laughter.

“NOTHING?” Virgil’s baritone erupted.

“Call this nothing?” he spat, throwing a medley of garments on the ground.

Gordon continued to skirt around Kayo for protection, though the glee radiating off him was so potent it was almost tangible.

Kayo went to inspect the items of clothing.

Virgil made to grab at his brother, but the smaller Tracy was much more agile and dived just beyond reach. Gordon straightened but kept his arms up close to his chest in a precautionary, defensive stance.

At least he'd remembered something from the lessons she'd given him.

“These are all trousers and underwear?”

Kayo allowed the evidence to drop back to the floor. Her gaze switched to Virgil.

“How many?”

“All of them.” Virgil lurched for Gordon again; his physical size and strength almost knocking Kayo off balance.

“You sewed all of the leg holes of his garments closed?”

Don't laugh, don't laugh, don't laugh. Her ribs ached with the effort. Gordon would be sans shield and would be so dead if she caved.

“In my defence, he had had a couple last night, so I was a good brother - I helped him to his room! And there was this sewing kit on the side, just sitting there! I mean, who has a sewing kit just lying around like that?” he gave an impish yet triumphant grin.

Virgil's eyes darkened a fraction more.

"Come on Virg, be a sport! I'm sure Brains will lend you a pair of his tighty whities!" Gordon snorted.

Kayo braced to hold Virgil back. His expression radiated enough explosive energy to power Two. It was like the fish wanted to become pâté.

“Hey. Hey! Let me handle this.”

She levelled Virgil with a stare which, thank whatever power, stalled the advancing tank. Kayo staggered a little as she adjusted her balance, no longer needing to counter his weight. God, Virg was a powerhouse.

Gordon peered around her side, giving a smug grin. Nobody dared question Kayo.

Kayo inwardly smirked, reading his thoughts.

It was true, nobody dared challenge her. But what the Squid hadn't accounted for is that no-one would expect her to counter mischief with more mischief.

In one deft movement, she flicked her hip, sending a completely unsuspecting Gordon careering into the pool.

“Once he’s out and dry, he can use my Karambit to unpick his handiwork. Should keep him out of trouble for a good while.”

"You own Karambits?"

Kayo offered another dangerous glare.

Virgil held up a hand in mock self defense.

"You know what? I don't need to know."

He squeezed her shoulder in appreciation.

A slap of water broke the moment.

"You should come join me, the water's lovely!" Gordon beckoned, swimming casual laps around the pool.

"Maybe find some pants first."

The engineer's temper ignited much in the way Grandma's attempt at pasta had the previous week.

Virgil cannon balled into the pool.

Gordon yelped.

Virgil swam.

Gordon swam faster.

Kayo sighed and thumbed a page of her book.

[mummyofgoonpigs]

Part four

Scott lay on his bench as the nurse cleaned his cock, it still showed no sign of of giving up its erect state and he could feel it throbbing as she wiped it down. He’d been doing the maths in his head, he’d been fucked for 90 minutes, cum 5 times and Hayley still hadn’t visited, he was getting worried his over worked balls wouldn’t be able to produce much more cum. Brought back to reality from his musings he saw and felt the nurse gently licking his bellend, he lifted his head as far as he was able and she winked at him and said “see you later big boy” with that she stood and left the room, giving Scott more to think about.

Hayley was in her early 40s, pretty and well turned out, Sean was now kneeling at her feet holding a cup of coffee he’d just made for her. She was enjoying this, having control over a man wasn’t something she was used to and now having him naked at her feet gave her a feeling of great power.

Sean had his eyes to the floor, looking at the boots he’s spent over an hour licking clean, he’d long admired Hayley from afar but this wasn’t the kind of relationship he had in mind. She took the mug off him, finished the coffee, stood up and said “follow me boy” Sean crawled along behind her watching her arse away as she went.

As she entered the she stopped on seeing the tightly restrained Scott and stifled a giggle “oh my, look at you” Scott looked towards her, he’d quite fancied Hayley at one point but never got very far with her other than a quick kiss and a grope at a Christmas party.

“Come here boy” she motioned for Sean to follow her the the bench “now look at this, this is a real cock, not like that little maggot of yours” she said as she grabbed it and a waggled around “here, hold it” she ordered, Sean looked dumbfounded, she grabbed his hand and said again, sterner this time “hold it” Sean took hold of Scott’s cock, it was that big he couldn’t get his hand all the way around, Scott looked at Sean wide eyed, this was clearly a new experience for both of them “good, now give it a stroke while I get myself ready” Hayley continued.

Sean and Scott exchanged glances and Sean mouthed “sorry” as he started slowly wanking Scott’s cock. Hayley started undressing behind him and Scott got a full view of her beautiful perfect body, he almost forgot he was being stroked by another male employee.

Hayley made her way back to the bench, now completely naked and straddled Scott “right boy” she said to Sean, “rub his cockhead on my pussy”

Lost in the moment, Sean just watched as he rubbed Scotts huge bellend along Hayley’s waiting pussy, she was wet and her lips started to part, she groaned a little as it started to enter her “mmmmm yes, that’s good” she turned to Sean and said “leg go now, I think I’ll manage from here, get behind me, reach around and play with my tits” Sean gulped, he’d not touched a woman for years, he was well aware of his tiny cock and it’s inability to please, the last time he had sex resulted in him cumming almost the minute he entered the girl he was with, she’d already looked disappointed when she saw him naked and was disgusted when he finished so early so she just dressed and was never heard from again. At this point Sean decided to engage on a life of porn, wanking and gooning to women he knew he’d never be worthy of. He put a leg over the bench and stood behind Hayley, he reached around and cupped her tits, he could feel his caged cock trying to harden but it was no good, the cage was doing it’s job. He squeezed and kneaded them, pinched and rolled her nipples as she slowly lowered and raised herself on Scott’s huge erection, as she did her arse cheeks were rubbing against his cage which was causing him great discomfort, his little cock was straining but still couldn’t get hard “yes that’s good” she said, pinch them harder” she started rubbing her clit slowly as she rode Scott, he in turn was getting close again. He could feel her pussy expertly squeeze and release his cock as she rhythmically fucked him, slowly building herself to orgasm, Scott was starting to tense up at which point Hayley just stopped “not yet” she said looking down at him. She could feel Sean behind her pressing his cage against her arse and smiled to herself. As Scott’s orgasm subsided she started slowly riding again, she reached around and pulled Sean in closer, rubbing her arse up and down his cage. She could feel Sean’s breath quickening on her neck and new it was having the desired effect, she moved a little faster now as she knew Scott wasn’t far away, he was mmmmpppphing into his gag and she could see his muscles starting to tense again, once more she started rubbing her clit as she felt her own orgasm building. Scott had is eyes closed now he could feel the familiar feeling in his cock and balls, Hayley it turned out was the best fuck yet, he was so close but he knew she was teasing him a little longer, Sean behind her was breathing heavily as the constant friction of her arse rubbing his cage meant he was also very close to cumming.

Hayley felt Sean’s grip on her tits tighten and rode a little faster, rubbing her clit hard now, Sean pushed his caged cock against her bouncing butt and with a loud arrrrggggghhh squirted his beta slime all up her arse crack, Scott MMMMMPPPPPPPHHHHHHHED into his gag as he also shot his load and finally Hayley had one of the best orgasms of her life, her whole body tingling and shuddering as the electricity shot through her.

After a minute or so she turned her head and said to Sean “you can let go now” he was still gripping onto her tits shocked and amazed at what had just happened. Scott lay there in a daze as Hayley slid his cock out of her. Sean had moved off the bench and had knelt down and beside it, as Hayley climbed off she stuck her arse in his face and said “you’d better lick that off you dirty boy” Sean licked his cum off her butt and and then she turned and put her sopping wet cunt in his face “now clean that” he licked her and could feel Scott’s cum running into his mouth.

Hayley dressed and walked towards the door “with me” she barked at Sean and he dutifully crawled behind her, once again leaving Scott alone with his constant hard on

[carewyncromwell]

Ben 🤝 Carewyn

tw: discussion of attempted suicide, suicidal thoughts

Ben Copper was one of Carewyn's very first friends not just at Hogwarts, but in her entire life. In a lot of ways, Ben and Carewyn had been complete opposites at first meeting, with Carewyn being this brave Slytherin paragon and Ben being this shy Gryffindor scaredy-cat, but their shared love and talent for Charms led them to interacting more in class. Once Carewyn publicly stood up for Ben by dueling bully Merula Snyde in the midst of the crowded castle courtyard, their friendship was sealed, and Ben and Carewyn were both 120% in each other's corners.

Of all of Carewyn's friendships, though, her and Ben's went through the most highs and lows, largely because of how much both of them changed. Carewyn had once been an overly emotional, judgmental, slightly insecure girl who was prone to losing her temper and was more open with her problems, but now was as poised, stoic, and lady-like of a Prefect as one could hope to be. Ben -- once a sweet, timid boy afraid of his own shadow -- was now a brusque, authority-questioning daredevil with a fierce, sometimes violent protectiveness toward his friends. What bonded them all the more despite these increasingly dramatic differences, though, continued to be their shared experiences, not just as being friends for so long, but also -- in their sixth year -- witnessing the murder of their mutual close friend, Rowan Khanna.

Carewyn had just left the Hospital Wing following the event and the trauma after it, and quite a few of her friends had rushed to help her get back on her feet again. One of those friends -- understandably -- was Ben.

The week following Carewyn's release, the 6'0 giant Gryffindor insisted on accompanying her to all the classes they had together almost like a bodyguard. Carewyn would've fought it before, both out of her own pride and a desire not to involve her friends in her problems -- but after Rowan's death, she knew how foolish that second line of thinking had always been. And, well, after watching Rowan die...could she blame Ben for being scared?

She glanced at him out the side of her eye.

Ben was scared. Even if he'd so forcibly trying to shut fear off and never be afraid again, so he could protect his friends from Rakepick and R...he was, all the same.

Ben glanced at Carewyn too out the side of his eye as well, and their eyes met, brown on light blue. The Gryffindor paused, as if taking the time to assemble his words in his head before articulating them.

"...I know you don't think you need protection," he said lowly, "but -- "

"It's okay," Carewyn cut him off gently.

She looked ahead toward the hallway rather than him, unable to hold eye contact.

"I know I...haven't given you much reason to have faith in my capability," she said. "Considering I nearly threw my life away -- "

"Bill should not have said that," Ben cut her off much more harshly. "That is not what you did."

Carewyn was startled by Ben's righteous anger. Ben glanced up toward the hall too, his face a mix of frustration and pain as he cobbled together a proper response.

"...You were hurting, Carewyn. You felt responsible for what happened, and you...didn't want to live, knowing that. You didn't feel worthy of living, when she couldn't. That it was your fault, that she couldn't. ...That's not throwing your life away. Professor Flitwick said there's a term for it: it's called 'survivor's guilt.' He said he felt it plenty of times too, during the War -- that plenty of people who experience loss feel that way..."

Something in Ben's eyes darkened, betraying even more of that pain from earlier. Compassion prickling at the corners of her heart, Carewyn reached out a hand and took hold of Ben's arm. The two walked together for a short ways before Carewyn spoke again.

"...Bill didn't mean it that way, Ben," she said quietly.

Ben scoffed.

"He was upset -- and he had plenty of reason to be upset with me, right then. He still does."

"I don't care, he was wrong," Ben said resentfully.

Carewyn gave his arm a light squeeze. It prompted Ben to look down at her, his expression still a muddled mess of emotions.

"I'm glad Flitwick was there for you," she murmured.

When I wasn't, she didn't add verbally, but she hoped it still came through. Fortunately it seemed to, since Ben's eyes softened the slightest bit.

"He asked me to stay after class, after it happened," he explained. "He said he'd been worried about both of us...especially since you weren't talking, then..."

Carewyn nodded.

"He offered me some tea and fairy cakes in his office," Ben said with a choked smile. "Even enchanted them to fly across the room, so I could summon them over to me when I was finally in the mood to eat one..."

Carewyn gave his arm another light squeeze. Ben brought his other hand up to take hold of hers on his arm and squeeze it too.

"Carewyn...I know you blame yourself for what happened. And you know...that I feel the same way. ...But for once, Merula was right. We can't just blame ourselves, when we still have so much to lose. And right now...right now, I really don't want to lose you. Because I almost did -- and even if I do understand why and I would never have been angry with you, if you'd -- ..."

Ben swallowed, unable to finish. He bowed his head, his face going into shadow.

"...You were my first friend in the world. Even if I hated how you always treated me like a child and refused to rely on me or anyone else...you believed in me when no one else did. ...I want you there with me, now that I believe in myself too."

Carewyn paused outside the Charms classroom with Ben, coming around to better look her old, much taller friend in the face.

"I'm sorry, Ben," she said lowly. "I'm sorry I refused to trust you. And I hope you know...I'm so proud of you. Not just because I'm treating you like a child, but because you're my friend. And I'm so proud to be that."

Ben was quiet for a moment. Then he actually covertly rubbed at his eye, as if wiping away the slightest trace of a tear, before raising his head again.

"...Thanks, Carewyn."

He paused. He glanced at the door to the Charms classroom and then back over his shoulder, as if checking to make sure no one could overhear.

"...Look...I know Charlie and Merula have been mostly in charge of recruitment for the Circle of Khanna...but Flitwick mentioned another student who's an 'up-and-coming Charms master' in our meeting. I talked to him on the Training Grounds afterwards, and I think we might want to recruit him."

Friendship Drabble Prompt!

[sukirichi]

ASKING BONTEN! HUSBANDS TO BREED YOU

—  haitani ran, haitani rindou, kakucho hitto

—  explicit smut, minors dni. breeding kink, like so much of it to the point i’ve reached my limit. cumplay. creampie. pussy eating. shower sex. rough sex. teasing. slight dacryphilia. overstimulation. shy! fem reader. mentions of pregnancy unedited.

—  requested by anon

♡ — HAITANI RAN !

It’s no secret that Ran is a tease. This man lives for seeing you squirm, shake, breathily moaning his name like you’re unsure whether you want him to stop or keep going. It doesn’t matter whether you’re cumming from his tongue, his cock, his fingers, or hell, his thigh – Ran will always have one goal. And if you’re not falling apart in his arms, then he’s not showing any mercy. Not even when you’re grasping on his shoulders, your perfectly manicured nails digging into his flesh littered with kitten scratches.

“R-Ran...” you mewl, the sound making his cock throb harder than it already is. His lips latch onto the sensitive spot of your neck, prompting you to moan more in his skin, but it’s not enough. He’s not satisfied until he has your composure shattering by the next second.

“Let me hear you,” his fingers prod at your folds, determined to elicit more from you. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart, you know I love it when you moan for me, hmm? Come on. I want to hear how good I’m making you feel.”

Shaking your head, you feel pathetic tears form in your eyes. He’s always like this – slow yet eager, passionate yet rough – there’s almost no escaping from his touch. Your sighs are falling short into mere trembles and sharp gasps when he slides two fingers in, tongue darting out before he sucks into your neck. Just like that, your hips rock forward onto his lap, head falling backwards at the sudden sensation flooding you.

Ran smiles at your skin, his other hand caressing the small of your back. It’s numbing how he’s both trying to make you lose control, but at the same time holding you close enough that you’re not scared of falling over the edge.

Eyes shut tight, you relish in the feeling of your husband stretching you out, a brief yet worthy preparation before he fills you up. His length was not something to be taken lightly, and the last thing he wanted was to hurt you. So he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t stop until you’re creaming all over his fingers, reaching over to muffle your moans with a kiss. Ran almost pulls away because he wants to hear you the same way he’s feeling you clench all over his fingers, spurring his mind into the different ways he’s going to fold you in half later once he’s buried deep inside you, but you’re so sweet, crying and quivering his arms that he never wants to let you go.

“Look at you,” he mumbles at your lips, coaxing you to lean back on the fluffy pillows where Ran basks in your beauty. Chest flushed with sweat, nipples hard and cunt puffy for him and him only, Ran groans. He doesn’t keep his eyes off of you as he fists his cock, using one knee to nudge your legs open. Aligning himself with your entrance, Ran watches the way your face contorts in the slightest of discomfort. “I’m going in now.”

“Slow.”

“Slow,” he nods in agreement, lacing his hands with yours before his forehead touches with yours. Both of your skins are hot and slippery from perspiration, but the thought of moving away doesn’t even cross his mind. Ran is beyond drowning in the pleasure your heat envelopes him with, the obscene sight of his member slipping inside your cunt enough to make him cum instantly. And your face – Ran has never felt more torn in his life before.

He can’t decide between reaching for his phone to capture your mouth falling open in a mute gasp or pulling out to blow his load right onto your pretty, fucked out face.

As if feeling eyes on yours, your gaze meets with his, unintentionally clenching around his cock as you see his smirk. Ran growls at the back of his throat at your reaction, eyes fluttering close momentarily before he hitches one leg up around his waist, his nose nudging yours. “You feel fucking perfect,” he rasps against your lip, hips snapping forward until your cheek hits the pillow, teeth capturing your bottom lip. It hasn’t even been the first time he’s fucked you like this, but he never fails to catch you by surprise, to overwhelm you with his length filling you up to the brim.

“T-too much!”

“Already?” he teases, “I’m just starting. How can I make you a mommy when you’re already giving up on me?”

Although you know he’s half joking – almost nothing is serious with Ran except his feelings for you – you can’t help but freeze in his words.

Ran is much too absorbed in fucking you that he doesn’t notice you not being responsive, but it’s there. The image of Ran filling you up, making your belly swell from his child and him being even more doting on you than he ever was before – you’re pulling him into you the next moment, kissing him hard and deep that you feel him everywhere inside you.

“I want it,” you whisper, albeit shyly, that Ran raises a brow in question, his hips slowing down for a moment. There, you cup his face and hold his gaze, a small smile on your face as he lets you feel each delicious inch of his cock sinking into your heat. Yes, him, it’s him you want and you want all of him, but it’s hard to say. It’s not that easy to vocalize something vulgar despite the fact he’s currently making love to you, his brows drawn together in tethering concentration.

“What is it? What do you want? Tell me.”

“Your babies,” you blurt out, gripping his forearm in hopes it’d distract you from how much your body is burning right now. With need, with embarrassment, with his body flushed with yours – Ran doesn’t give you the time to think. The next thing you know, he’s gripping your hip tight enough to barely leave a mark, his eyes darkened with lust.

“You want me to breed you?” Gosh, hearing him say it out loud sounds even more taunting now. It doesn’t help that he’s grinning at you, either, his cock kissing the insides of your walls. His ministrations are but an experiment – testing the waters of some sorts – before he decides he’ll paint your insides white, truly mark you as his because the ring resting on your fingers aren’t enough to prove that. And he can see it already. You walking around swollen with his child, breasts heavy with milk and the desire intensifying for his touch and his cock, all while you’re still struggling to look him in the eye; he’d be fucking crazy if he said he wasn’t totally ready to give you what you want right now.

“Let’s do it,” Ran grins,  pushing your knees all the way down to your chest until you’re whining. “I’ll make you a mommy. Gonna stuff your pretty cunt with my cum, yeah? Gotta get you a plug too. We can’t waste a single drop,” he says with narrowed eyes at your pussy, mentally calculating how many times he should cum inside you tonight.

After all, what kind of husband would he be if he didn’t grant your wishes?

♡ — HAITANI RINDOU !

When you heard word your husband was quite the sadist, you didn’t think they meant it. He’s been nothing but gentle with you, too careful to a point there are times Rindou prefers to keep his hands to himself. Every time you confront him about it, wondering if maybe he no longer likes you the same way he did back when you two were dating, your husband will only shake his head, reassuring you he’s just afraid of hurting you with his strength. Truly, it puzzles you, because what can he do that could possibly hurt you?

You suppose you should’ve stopped being too curious, because curiosity always killed the cat, and in your case, your own wandering mind, your own naivety is what led you to this moment.

Muffling your cries by biting on your lace panties that Rindou’s stuffed in your mouth, he bounces you into his cock, his free hand pushing his hair away from his face. It’s as if a switch has been flipped inside him ever since you began to dress comfortably in your own house, changing from pyjama sets to nightgowns, to stealing his shirts and going to bed bare underneath. Suddenly, all the gentleness is gone from your husband, his previous behaviour of respecting your personal space replaced with a feral man who could no longer keep his hands to himself.

Rindou blames you for it; for turning him this way, a ‘pussy hungry beast’ as Sanzu had once phrased, but of course not. How could make your husband like this when you’re his precious, innocent, timid wife who totally didn’t bend over the counters to retrieve a pan, ass intentionally perked high and thong digging into your skin right exactly where you know he’ll see it?

Surely, you won’t do that, right?

“R-Rin,” you cry out, steadying yourself on his shoulders when he flips you over completely.

“Mmmh?” Rindou isn’t listening. How can he when he’s got you spread eagled like this, one leg over his shoulder and the other pinned down to the bed, exposing your dripping cunt that’s stuffed with his cock? It drives him even more insane that you’re acting so shy about this, pretty tears and drool on your face while he pounds into you like you weren’t expecting this to happen. “Don’t be so shy now. You weren’t so demure when you accidentally spilled water down my pants today, did you?”

“Didn’t mean it,” you whimper, shivering when Rindou sucks on your tit, bringing the nipple around his warm mouth. He never tears his gaze away from you the entire time, his other hand harsh as he twists your other nipple to keep it attended for as well. The gesture has you arching into his mouth, bringing your sensitive buds deeper into him, teeth grazing the bud.

“So naughty, baby,” he chuckles against your skin, watching as you whimper when he flicks your nipple with his tongue. “Who would’ve thought? My innocent wife, now here so eager for me. Have you seen your pussy, baby? You’re sucking me in so tight I’m not sure I can pull out. There’s a mess on my thighs too—”

“R-Rindou, please!”

“Please what?”

“Stop saying such dirty stuff,” you hide behind your palms, a groan following afterwards when he drags your bum forwards. Sliding onto his lap, your lower body is pulled up into the air, right where Rindou has the perfect angle to drive his thick cock deep into your body. You grasp at the sheets helplessly, unable to breathe and think coherently with each powerful thrust delivered.

“Yeah, that,” Rindou snickers, “So pretty when you’re stuffed with my cock, baby.”

“Em not, I can’t—”

“I’m going to cum,” he shakes his head, hugging both of your legs that are placed on his shoulders. You wonder how he’s not suffocating yet from this position, even more so as he’s mindlessly littering kisses over your calf, cock sliding in and out of you sloppily. “Where – where do I cum? Your mouth, stomach, tits—”

“Inside.”

“What?” Rindou looks confused it hurts. Teeth gritting, jaw locked, brows knitted together and his cock painfully hard as he prolongs his own orgasm, your husband stills. “You on the pill-?”

Shaking your head, you begin to rub at your clit, desperate to cum together with him. “Inside, please.”

You don’t have to tell him twice. One of the best things about Rindou is he doesn’t take long to understand what you want to say but never could, and he’s pistoning his cock into you immediately, no more form of restraint as he blows his load inside, right where you want it. Both of you groan as you come down from your highs, your legs slipping down his shoulders and folding onto the sides. Beside you, Rindou falls back down on the bed, dragging your waist until your ass is pressed into the hardness of his abdomen, his cock still hard in you.

Rindou starts moving again. “Rin?”

“Hmm?”

“Aren’t you – aren’t you tired?”

Your back vibrates with the laughter emanating from his chest. Then, ever so gently with the feathery touches you’re so familiar with, Rindou snakes his hand to your neck. “Can’t be tired now that I know you wanted a baby,” his gruff voice next to your ear sends shivers down your spine, back arching absentmindedly to meet his slow thrusts that you know will only get rougher if it were not for him easing you from your oversensitivity. “That what you want, yeah? You want me to give you a baby?”

“Y-yes,” you confess, thankful that you can’t see his handsome face right now, otherwise you’d completely combust, both from the pleasure and desire you have for him.

“I’ll give you one,” he nips at your earlobe, hitching your leg up so he could drive his cock in deeper. Rindou slips inside much easier now that you’re both slick with cum, and combine it with him tugging at your ear with his teeth, his breath hot against your skin, you realize you’re not leaving the bed any sooner. “You asked for this, so I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk, you understand? We gotta make sure it takes.”

“But Rin—”

“Shh, don’t worry,” he kisses your neck, “I’ll carry you around if I have to. Just be a good girl for me now and take it.”

♡ — KAKUCHO HITTO !

You’ve always known that Kakucho wants kids. It’s evident in how he lights up when playing with the Haitani Brother’s children, his smile brighter than a lit Christmas tree. He’s mentioned it at least once or twice, as well, in mundane conversations between how his work is going and how much he wishes he could spend time with you if only he wasn’t so busy. So yes, you do know he’s been thinking of it, if him cumming all over your body until you’re painted with his seed isn’t a telltale already.

But he never does it without your consent. Kakucho never asked you to stop on the pill, and he makes sure to pull out each time you fuck because you haven’t given him a go signal.

It’s not that you don’t want to have a family with him, it just hasn’t occurred to your mind. He’s often gone and bringing a baby with the risks of his job would make anyone have second thoughts, but you’d be lying if you haven’t been dreaming of it yourself.

Kakucho is good with kids. Kakucho is a great husband. Not once has he failed in taking care of you and making you feel good, so what’s holding you back? That’s right, nothing. You’re no longer hesitant as he runs his soapy hands all over your body, his lips leaving kisses on your back and your body melting with his. For him, it’s another long day; it’s routine by now that he likes to shower with you before going to bed. Usually, it would just be you washing his hair and him helping you scrub the parts you struggle to reach for, but something bad at work must’ve happened today with his rather impatient touches.

Kakucho doesn’t even register you calling for him. He doesn’t hear you when you ask him what’s wrong, for his attention is focused only on the heat radiating from your pussy that’s inches away from his cock. Driven by his lust-filled haze, your husband drops down to his knees and pulls your ass cheeks apart, diving into your wet cunt before you could prepare yourself.

“Kaku!” It’s too late. He’s a starved man eating his last meal, lapping at your folds to coax all your juices into his mouth.

Thankful that the glass walls are strong enough to hold onto, you lean against them, eyes blown wide at how Kaku’s too lost in the scent of your cunt. He nudges his nose between your folds before he’s licking a flat stripe down to your hole that’s clenching around nothing.

You’re no virgin – this isn’t the first time Kakucho’s eaten you out like this – but he’s so hard that his cock slaps against the cold tiles back onto his toned stomach, the lewd image of him humping the floor and the loud, slurping noises of your embarrassingly wet pussy would make you weak in the knees. Sex with Kaku was always slow and romantic, lights off the rose-scented candles lit where he takes his time with you. This time, he’s different. He’s impatient, stressed; the exact opposite of your passionate, careful husband you’ve been so accustomed to.

Maybe it’s the fact the lights are one and you’re completely exposed to him. Maybe it’s the way Kakucho’s face is totally buried in your cunt, taking deep inhales like your scent numbs his pain away. Maybe it’s his deep groans vibrating against your pussy when you tug at his hair that makes the cold room suddenly feel so hot, your insides stirring at the same time your heart beats so loud you feel it pulse onto your tongue.

“Can I fuck you?” he mumbles in your pussy, looking up only for you to see how your juices makes his face glimmer under the lights. “Been so fucking tired.”

You don’t know why he bothers asking. He’s pulling you to stand up on your feet the next second, placing your hands flat against the walls before his cock slides inside you, both of your moans bouncing off the walls. He’s so thick and huge that you could never get used to the stretch. Each time he fucks you, he leaves an imprint, shaping your pussy to the shape of his cock until you become more and more used to the girth kissing and pounding away at your walls.

This is unlike him.

Your husband has never been this deranged before. Kakucho has always kept his patience and composure, no matter what the circumstance. His unexpected yet welcomed roughness stirs something strange deep within your belly that has you keening for him, hips meeting his cock thrust by thrust until Kakucho is sighing, cursing out incomprehensible mutters under his breath.

It’s time. It’s not a good time, but what’s the point of waiting any longer?

“Love,” you croak out, tilting over your shoulder in hopes he’d look at you. He doesn’t – which you’re thankful for, because then you’re left ogling at his beauty without shame or fear he’ll see how flustered you are from meeting this new side of him – because his eyes are zeroed in on how his cock is disappearing inside your body, one of his hands with an iron grip on your his and the other palming your belly. He doesn’t realize it, but it’s written all over his face. Kakucho doesn’t want to let go, and neither do you.

“Kaku, let’s have a family.”

As if your words held some power to them, his eyes immediately snap to yours. Kakucho sees nothing but his wife, whose eyes are hooded with lust and drooping to the floor with a tinge of shyness, which is all the more addicting with how your breasts are bouncing with the rough motion of his thrusts. Kakucho feels nothing but his wife clenching down on him, a silent plead of harder and faster, something you’ve never really asked for but want now, that it’s all too much for him to handle.

He hears the word baby and want you mixing together with a blur. He doesn’t really understand. Kakucho is too far gone, his restraint dissolving into nothing at this point.

“I love you,” is all he’s saying, his words falling down the drain like the water and tears pooling down your cheeks. He knows he’s being too rough, knows he’s quite punching through your walls, yet you’re so good for him.

You don’t turn away despite your mewls. You don’t push his hand away when he holds onto your breasts as leverage to pummel his cock through, his cum spilling inside your womb until the thick substance is dripping down your inner thighs that smears with his. You don’t allow him to pull out and simply drag his hand back to your breasts again, murmuring the command that makes him tug at the nipples and bite down onto your shoulders.

Resting your head against the marble walls, shy smile fucked out and eyes shimmering with tears, you plead to your husband. ��One more, love,” you say, rolling your hips back into his hard cock. “Give me one more. Fuck a baby into me.”

[huenjin]

the devil’s tango.

summary — and when your demon boyfriend's best friends ruin your valentine's day plans with said demon boyfriend by lighting up a restaurant in flames, they make sure to apologise well. or, in which jisung, changbin and chan show you all the ways a devil can fuck a woman.

pairing — 3racha x reader

genre — smut | demons!au

ratings — 18+

word count — 14.4k words

warnings — mentions of flame, indications of objectification, mentions of themes of afterlife, heaven and hell | smut specifications under the cut

note — the way this was written only thanks to @chaangbin​ and her sprinto discord thing pwp and is totally inspired from this one nsfw asmr i chanced upon on reddit. happy reading and sinning, babes.

smut warnings —

i. groping, dirty talk, objectification, car sex, marking, slight temperature play, thigh riding, dirty talk, slight blood play (jisung gets a slight rush !!), grinding, fingering, sir kink, nipple play, clitoral stimulation, vaginal stimulation, ruined orgasm;

ii. changbin calls you baby girl (!!), choking, cunnilingus, dirty talk, dumbification (changbin talks a loooot dirty, heads up !!) nipple play, breast play, pain kink, spitting, marking, so so so much marking omfg, intercrural sex, clitoral stimulation, unprotected sex (better safe than anything else irl okay?), squirting, overstimulation, reader slips into subspace, changbin's kinda hard on the reader; chan bring you back from subspace because he's protective like that !!!

iii. tattooed!chan — chan has this huge dark feathered wing tattoo in his back omf and the reader has a tattoo kink, of sorts— dick piercing!chan, tongue piercing!chan, so !! much !! making !! out !!, calls you princess throughout the story because you are one, nipple play, breast play, daddy kink, grinding, spanking, pain kink, degradation (but chan like gives reader heads up in such a nice way because chan best boy !!), teasing cause chan won't give it to you just like that !!!, so much begging, pussy slapping, clitoral stimulation, cunnilingus, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it before you snap it!), bulge kink, creampie, slight after care.

Chan thinks Valentine's Day is a marketing scheme by the very commercial, capitalistic world. 

Not that his devilish self cared when he could have all the luxuries in the world in his hand by the very thought of it. Chan doesn't care even more because you, his girlfriend, loved Valentine's Day more than anything in this world, second only to your love for him. If anything, you loved Valentine's Day this much because of him.

And that is exactly why he is driving down the neat lane to this newly opened restaurant, right across the town, that you have been hyping up for months now. His fingers wrap around the steering wheel, shoes pressed flat against the gas as his other hand lies gently on your exposed thigh, thanks to your little black skirt riding up to his delight.

"Thank you for doing this," you mumble, your right hand shifting to place itself on top of his hand and grip at it softly. "You know, even after you hate all the couples out there, ever to exist."

Chan laughs, a hearty one in fact. His thumb rubs against the palmar side of your hand — one of the many affectionate things your devil does for you, albeit all the times he reminds you he is second to Lucifer himself.

"I don't hate them all." Lie. Chan knows that's an obvious lie and so do you. You click your tongue and your boyfriend bites his lower lip in a sheepish action, momentarily glancing at you before bringing his attention back on the road. "I like us. We make such a power couple. If anything, we should be the only couple to exist. Valentine's Day should exist for only one couple and that should be us."

Raising your eyebrows before letting it fall, face softening up instantly as you gaze at your boyfriend's side profile, you coo, "Aw. I see finally that there are things the devil too doesn't get at his will."

"You were one amongst them," Chan sniggers, his hand slowly trailing upwards as they shift from underneath your hand's grip. "But look where we are now."

Your breath hitches as his fingers slightly trace parallel lines as they move upwards and your eyelids flutter a bit. The pads of his fingers are hot against the coldness of your skin and the temperature difference is great enough to raise goosebumps on them.

"Chan." It's a whisper. Almost as if a great amount of determination is required for you to make this decision to turn him down. "You are driving. Plus, let's not ruin the night already. You've booked us a nice table in this amazing restaurant on this beautiful night."

"But I could make it even better." Chan licks his lower lip as he presses on the brakes, the heavy traffic stopping him from proceeding further. His hand is now completely underneath your skirt, short enough to his pleasure, fingers edging so close to your panties that your head involuntarily shifts back and your lips part.

You have been dating him for months now and every single time he touches you, you feel like a starved woman craving for every drop of his affection, desiring every part of him. Chan has been more than willing to comply, however. Your body reacts to his touches and his kisses like you are on heat and every time your boyfriend points it out, you blame it on his extraterrestrial, hellish skills; that he had you in his control.

Little do you know that it is the other way round. That Chan chooses to stay in the mortal world for you, to be with you. That he knows he will have to part with you one day when you shift over to the other side and maybe you could have sinned enough to be with him in the other world too. However, Chan knows how much God loves playing his cards and for that, he'll seize every single moment he gets with you.

All because he loves you. He is in love with you. 

Chan realises this a few weeks back. Of course, he feels the weird thing humans call butterflies when you are so understanding of him being hell's very spawn. However, it is when you cook dinner for him as you wait for him to come, or how you ask him about his day and listen ardently that he realises: hell could never be worthy enough to have someone as beautiful as you. He shouldn't deserve you — fuck, the very act of him laying his filthy eyes on you should have sent your guardian angel into a frenzy but you chose him. You chose to be with him and for that, he'd mayhaps, thank that lousy old God up in the heavens. 

"Dinner first," you strictly say. You remove his hand from underneath your skirt, wrapping your hand around his as you hold it up to kiss his knuckles. "When we get back home, I promise. In fact, I'll be the one to jump at you as soon as we reach the doorsteps." Chan laughs, mumbling, "Ah, my baby girl, my princess," under his breath and turns to look at the signal that has changed to green. He presses on the gas, speeding to reach the place on time as per reservations. 

Having Chan's hand in yours roots you in confidence from your biggest fear deep down — that he would fade away from your life one day and worse, he'd take away the memories with him to rid you of the pain from his absence. His calloused hand grips onto yours and you hold it close to your chest, shutting your eyes for a minute because this is what Valentine's Day is all about for you. Bang Chan and everything your devil of a boyfriend is. He has shown you both heaven and hell and even though you did not believe in the afterlife, you do not mind going to hell, especially not if he is there with you. 

"Why is there smoke up in the air?" Chan asks himself in absolute confusion as he takes the right on the road to the restaurant. Upon finding a neat parking spot about a hundred meters away from the restaurant, he gets out of the car, rushing to your side to open the door for you like a true gentleman. 

"Why, thank you!" You giggle, hand slapping right across your lips at the unpleasant sound that leaves your mouth and Chan smiles so widely at you, almost as if he is looking at his whole world right before him. You get out of the car and Chan closes the door right behind you.

"You look so damn pretty today, baby," Chan hugs you by the waist temporarily and snuggles into your neck, only to leave a quick kiss against it. You push him slightly and Chan chuckles, raising his right hand, that is not held by you, to protest. "I'm not making a move. We did get dressed well so let's have a nice romantic dinner first and when we get back home—" His voice drops a note lower. "We'll have a hot night and let this Valentine's Day wrap up rightfully as it should."

"And what's the right way, Mr. Hotshot Devil?"

"With my dick wrapped around your sweet little pussy," he smiles, lips extending so wide across his face that your cheeks heat up. He leans closer, pressing his lips against the pinna of your ears as he whispers, "You'll be begging me over and over and I'll treat you like the good little girl you are for me."

Your breath hitches and a flustered broken gasp leaves your lips as your fingers dig into his forearm. Chan's harmonious laughter over having made you a flustered mess rings in your ear till it is cut off by loud screams and foggy vision thanks to dark grey smoke. 

"That's a lot of smoke," you comment worried as your boyfriend takes you by his hand and walks you down the road to the restaurant. He takes small strides to let you walk at ease. "I wonder if something is on— Fuck. The restaurant is in flames. It's on fire. Fuck."

Chan's eyes widen and he stares at the fire long enough to see two figures making their way towards you. Two very familiar faces too hard for him to ever forget, especially because Chan has spent more than a millennium with them. 

"Jisung? Changbin?"

"Do you know them, baby?" You whisper into his ears, hiding slightly behind him as you cower at the magnanimous presence of the two individuals before you. 

"Sometimes I wish I didn't," he rolls his eyes and folds his arms as he looks at the two younger demons in a gaze filled with doubt and suspicion. 

"You lie!" The taller of the two says. "We had ramen together and you know ramen is exactly the way for people to bond."

"That's Jisung," Chan introduces as he slightly brings you forward. Your fingers play with the end of your short skirt, trying to bring it further down as the two men — demons, you presumed — looked at you and almost seemed to be studying you. "And the one by his side is Changbin."

"We've been friends for a while," Jisung informs and judges at Changbin who still continues to stare at you in displeasure. Did one of Chan's friends already not like you? You guess it is normal but deep down you know it hurts. You have always had the innate tendency to make sure that everyone liked you and the very thought of Chan's friends disliking you puts you to this sorrow as much as you hate to agree to it. 

"Stop scaring my girlfriend, Bin," Chan glares back at the shorter of the two before drifting his attention to Jisung and enquiring, "How did this even happen?"

"That's on me. I crashed my car into the restaurant," Jisung rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. Your eyes widen and you look further beyond the two men to see a beautiful red Maserati driven into the restaurant, caught in flames just as the whole building is. 

"The people!" You scream, rushing forward. Chan holds your wrist in worry, holding you back, and you look at your boyfriend with eyebrows furrowed in concern. "They are my people."

Changbin scoffs, mumbling under his breath, "Stupid humans and their weird sense of morality at all the wrong times." Your heart drops at his words and Chan lets go of your hand, only to take a step forward in Changbin's direction, eyes narrowing at the demon. 

Jisung laughs hesitantly, slipping right between the two males and pushing them away. He looks at you and rushes forward to lean close to you. You are taken aback by the sudden invasion of your personal space but something in his eyes holds you fixed, enamored by his whole being. 

"There are no casualties, sweetheart. Don't worry!" 

Jisung leans back soon after, standing firm on his toes, and turns to look at your boyfriend. Smiling as wide as you've seen any devil smile, he prompts, "Since all our Valentine's Day plans got ruined, what if we spent it together?" He glances at you and you look away, eyes catching Changbin's who still looks at you in suspicion. 

"I—" 

"Jisung," Chan warns.

Jisung rushes to Changbin's side. Directing his attention towards you all while nudging the hell out of Changbin's side, he wiggles his eyebrows, "He may seem rude like this but trust me, he's the tsundere kind of lover."

"What the fuck," Changbin mumbles and turns his head away. "I'm not saying anything."

Your boyfriend is very flustered at the very happenings around him. Jisung suggesting a possibility of a wild night, the restaurant going into flames, and his girlfriend, albeit looking scared, positively looking at this whole proposal — maybe it has been too long since he has been away from hell for the mere chaos to fluster him.

Without a word said further to his friends, he pulls you away. You bite your lower lip, nibbling and pulling at the dead skin. Chan quickly takes your hand in his, eyes fixing on yours and staying in silence for a short while till he finally asks, "Are you okay?"

"Can I be honest?"

"Yes, please."

"Are all your friends this hot and a solid mess?"

"Should I be offended?" A soft chuckle leaves his lips when he sees you joke nervously. 

"No, no." You hit his arms, jokingly. You draw circles onto his arm and bring the topic forward finally. "I know I might have looked like I was taken aback — I was — but remember how we had this talk once about bringing people into our sex lives," you gulp, "I think this is a great moment to see if we'd like it in our relationship."

"Are you sure?" Chan's hand frames your face and you lean into it. 

"One hundred percent."

"These are demons, baby," he hesitates. 

"And you're a demon too. Stop stating the obvious, Chan. Plus, I have you."

"Are the two of you done?" Jisung asks loudly. You hold Chan's wrist and drag him towards his friends. Changbin raises an eyebrow at the sudden beam of confidence that radiates from you. 

"We are. I'm Y/N," you finally introduce yourself. "Sorry for being awkward in the beginning—"

"Oh, don't be," Changbin mumbles, gaze still wary of you. "Jisung tends to have that effect on people."

"Hey!"

"Anyhow," Changbin finally smiles tonight. "Thanks to someone," He glares at Jisung, "We lost both our dinner and our car. So do you mind if we travel with you?"

"Oh, no," you clasp your hands together. "We'll give you a ride back to our place. Chan could cook us something," you smile at your boyfriend and he merely shrugs.

"And we can let the night roll into whatever it is, right?" Jisung's gaze is different, almost like he's insinuating a thousand different sex positions in one look. 

"Yes," you say after a long pause and an audible gulp. "We can let the night roll into whatever setting it turns to."

"Lead the way, princess," Jisung's arms move in abduction and you smile, skin wrinkling by your eyes at his chirpy self. You walk forward to the car and Chan slows down his strides to walk with the boys. 

His arms wrap around the shoulders of both the demons and he pulls them closer to sharply whisper. "You fucking hurt her and I'll have both your arses burning in the hottest flames in hell. I swear to Lucifer."

"What if she likes it?" Changbin raises an eyebrow, almost provoking Chan and your boyfriend glares back at him equally, gritting his teeth and almost growling. 

With clenched teeth, he restates, "Keep it tame," and lets go of them.

Chan should know better. Nothing is tame for the men in hell.

Changbin calls shotgun, putting you next to Jisung in the back seat while Chan drives the car.

"This is consensual, right?" Jisung asks again. There is concern lacing his face and Changbin sighs, mumbling, "She has said she wants us more than ten times, Sungie."

"Chan, you're alright with me fucking your girlfriend in the back while you drive?"

Chan's breath hitches, coughs entailing and you smile at how lost he looks for a minute as he turns back in worry, slowing the car down. "In the back or in the back of the car?"

"You never know. Maybe she might like it."

"Don't you dare!"

"Fine," he begrudgingly agrees. 

"As long as she's okay with it. Do not make her uncomfortable at all, guys," Chan sighs and turns back, pressing on the gas and almost taking all his thoughts out on it. You blush, cheeks staining a shade lighter and heat rising up as soon as you feel Jisung edge closer to you. In the front seats, Changbin talks to Chan, catching up on every single thing they have missed out in these years.

In the back seat, however, Jisung has different plans. A whole different plan to break you down into putty in his hands. 

"So, it seems like you are the girl that Chan wouldn't stop talking about and fawning over," Jisung's voice is huskier in the low tone he chooses to speak in to keep the conversation just between the two of you. "Nice to meet you, lovely. I'm Jisung. Now that I see you, I realise what all the fuss is about. You really are breathtaking."

You giggle, "You flatter me. Do all demons sweet talk this well?"

"Only the finest," Jisung winks. His hand wraps around your forearm and he slowly asks again, "It is alright for me to fuck you, right?"

The crudeness of the word in front of not just you but also two other demons leaves you flustered. Jisung pushes your hair strands that have gotten loose and fall to cover your eyes, behind your ears. 

"Yes, it is," you repeat for what you have counted in your head as the eleventh time. "It's totally alright, Jisung."

"Then, can I come closer?" You nod and Jisung edges forward, closer than he already is. "You know how us demons work, right?"

"Uh," you look down at your hands on your skirt. "You get wild every now and then." Jisung hums in approval, cupping your face with his left hand.

"Bingo, you're right!" Jisung grips your face a little stronger than a second before. "We, demons, love to go wild." He scoffs and continues, "Your boyfriend loves to play nice and pretend like he doesn't lose control and has only virtuous thoughts. All a big fucking facade to hide the fact that he just wants to bend you over and fuck you—" Jisung kisses your neck right underneath your face. "—Again and," he kisses your jugular. "Again and again." 

"I however am not. I like to do a lot of things to you."

Jisung bites sharply into your neck, sucking at the skin. The lewd noises resonate in the locked car and you know your boyfriend can hear each moan and each sound that comes from the back seat. The car moves only faster and Jisung's action matches the pace. He lets go of your neck only to crash his lips against yours, sucking in your lower lip as he kisses your hard. His arms snake around your frame and push you against him. 

You moan against his lips. It's volatile, you realise. Jisung's kisses are volatile. One minute they are harsh against your lips, strong enough to bruise them with cuts, and the very next minute, there is nothing softer than his lips or the goosebumps that trail your skin that he touched after untucking your shirt.

His skin is hot against yours, hot enough to raise goosebumps again on your skin. His lips are warmth personified and his grip makes you want to go unhinged 

He pulls back, lips parting and looking sinfully delectable. "It's in moments like these, princess, I realise how different our body temperatures are. How much warmer demons always are compared to humans. It must feel nice to have warm hands over you, doesn't it?" Jisung removes his hand from your bare skin and from underneath your white shirt. You gasp at the lack of contact, your skin feeling irritably cold all over again, and move closer into him.

"What a needy human," Jisung chuckles, and in the very blink of your eyes, he unbuttons your first two ones, exposing your black bra, laced to perfection, to him. "That's a pretty one. You really did go all out for Chan, did you not, princess?"

"I did. I wanted him to fuck me stupid and make me his tonight," you agree boldly and the car jolts to a stop suddenly. You are pushed forward into Jisung's warmth, your half-naked self pressed against Jisung's nice shirt. Changbin chuckles, looking at Chan and you turn to the side to see the traffic. You whisper again, "I still want him to fuck me stupid tonight."

"Oh, you are going to be all of ours tonight. We are going to make you such a slut for demon cock, princess. Make you greedy and desperate for it."

You are in the public. You are on the road, visible for any child or adult to look into your car only to see all the lustful deeds out in the open. You should have felt embarrassed, quivering in nothing but shame. However, all these triggers are for you to get wetter, panties sticking to your core and your grip to tighten on Jisung's arms. 

Jisung's hand moves back to unhook your bra. He lets it fall off your shoulders slightly before taking your left breast in his arms and bringing his face closer to it. He sucks on your left nipple, nipping on the areola around. His hand massages the right breast over the black lace bra and your head lolls forward. Your hand tightens around his shoulder and you desperately crave some friction in your nether regions. 

"Can I sit on your thigh, please?" You beg and Jisung's mouth leaves your nipple only to look up at you. 

"Only if you call me sir."

Jisung has an immaculate grip on your waist as he lifts you slightly, holding you mid-air and not letting you settle down on his thigh until you call him by what he desires to be called.

"Please let me sit on your thigh, sir."

"You're a good girl," and Jisung drops you down on his thigh. You blush at how Jisung calls you a good girl. You like being called names. Be it a good girl or a slut, the words coming out from them right during sex made you feel unique and special. Your skirt rides up and your wet panties are pressed flat against his nice formal pants. He kisses your lips again, this time biting into your lower lip and drawing a bit of the blood. The copper taste does nothing for the demon exactly, besides indulging him in a slight high he could almost get off on. You seethe against him and your hips grind down on his thigh almost unknowingly. Your lips part behind your panties, the two materials underneath and his flexed thigh providing you enough to ease the lust and thirst of wanting to feel more. 

"Does this feel good?" You moan in response and Jisung's eyes sparkle. "Ah, look at the expressions you are making." His hands grip tightly on your hips as he resolves to go back to your breasts and suck on them till the nipples harden for him and the areola swells up. His hands help your hips to move against his thigh quickly, soaking his navy blue pants darker. Your covered clit rubs over and over against his flexed thighs and the moans that leave your lips are loud and unhinged.

"Sir, ah, ah—" Your hands drop to hover your palm over his covered cock that rubs against your outer thigh. "I want more, sir. Fuck, fuck, I want more. Please, sir." And just as you begged, Jisung bites slightly into your breast just when he lets go of your hips and plunges two fingers into your wet lips, pushing the panties and skirt aside slightly. With your pussy filled with his fingers, Jisung continues to suck on your breasts and little kisses and hickeys all over them. 

Your moan is the loudest so far this night in that minute. His fingers are long and bony and they hit your walls and push against them exactly the way you like. Your pain and pleasure senses, both activated, seemed to be mixing signals leaving you with a slow, slow path to euphoria. "You like that, princess? Tell me."

"Your fingers feel so good, sir." You move against his thighs quickly, grinding on it rough as your pussy is stuffed with his fingers. "Sir, sir— Fuck, sir. There." Jisung curves his fingers, the joints by his finger rubbing against your spot, deep inside that has your thighs shivering and your whole body aching for more. He rubs against the spot till you gasp over and over again and he's laughing like the very devil he is.

"Oh my god, you're so wet for me, princess. You are dripping." Jisung quickly stills you on his thighs, his other hand digging into your hips. "I'm going to go a little—" He pulls out slightly before thrusting his fingers back in. 

"Sir, oh my god," your voice pitches higher and Jisung takes the positive signs well. He pushes his fingers back in after pulling them out. His forefinger moves away from the middle all while they are deep inside of you, stretching your walls apart and the sensation rules you up further as you move down, pulling him deeper and making you feel fuller than a second before. His fingers scissors inside of you, enhancing the sensations against your soft wet walls 

"You're so needy, princess. You like that, huh? Does it feel nice to have my fingers wide apart inside of you? Do you like it when I curl them up?" And Jisung curls them, eliciting a loud groan from you and your head dropping into his shoulder as you can feel yourself edge closer. 

He thrusts them faster. The lewd noises from your arousal gushing out and being pushed back in thanks to his fingers is intensified in the small space and your moans are like spice. Jisung sucks on your neck as his fingers hit your spot over and over again till the knot tightens so much that tears well up in your eyes and you pray he pushes you over the boundary. 

"You like my fingers thrusting fast, princess?" You nod and Jisung orders, "Words, princess."

"Yes, sir. I love it. I love it. I love— Ah! Ungh—" 

His thumb brushes finally against your clit and you bite into his shoulder. "Such a good princess. You deserve to cum, don't you? You were such a good girl." Jisung's thumb presses into your clit. His thrusts stills for a short second and your impatient self slides yourself up to fuck his fingers. The obscene sounds get louder with every second as you move closer to your orgasm. 

"I think I should introduce another finger. Princess got my two fingers sopping wet." Jisung's third finger now plunges into you, pushing you apart even further and your breath hitches. He thrusts at a great speed, "We'll be faster, a little bit faster. That will be alright, right?" You know you are close, just a little bit of clitoral stimulation and Jisung's three bony fingers thrusting up into you, hitting the spots—

The electric motor revs and the garage door opens. Chan slowly moves the car into the garage, darkness seeping into the car. Jisung thrusts sloppily, once and then twice before pulling them away from your core, leaving your walls to clench on nothing desperately. You cry, "No, no, no, no—" 

His voice is husky as he says, "Looks like we are here, princess. We are home." Slowly, without breaking contact with your eyes, Jisung sucks on his forefinger and then the middle finger and then the third slowly, tongue wrapping across it, dancing almost like a whole orchestra was playing in the background. 

Chan rushes to open your door. He sees your haphazard hair, unbuttoned shirt and exposed breasts and he groans. You are insatiable just as he has always known. Your eyes are lost and mind far away at dreams of achieving orgasm. Chan buttons up your shirt and helps you get out of the car. His hold on your frame is tight and he kisses the side of  your forehead.

"Chan's making pasta," Changbin announces and walls towards you, raising an eyebrow at your sight. 

"We already have a whole meal here." Jisung licks your arousal from his lower lips. Chan rolls his eyes, before calling out loudly, "Jisung!"

"Yes?"

"You're helping me with dinner."

"But why me? I want to fuck Y/N," he whines. "All I did was tease her in the back of the car." 

Chan leans into you and whispers, "Feel free to hit him when you want to. You'll have me to reason out and save you from anything." You laugh lightly, head slowly focusing on your boyfriend. He shifts his attention back to Jisung, "Because I said so and it's the least of hospitality you must show."

Jisung groans, before reluctantly agreeing, "I have a huge appetite, so heads up." You stare at Jisung, head with thoughts far in the past than in the present. 

Fuck appetite. Fuck Han Jisung. Figuratively, and if fortunate, quite literally. You have a ruined orgasm for the first time that night and all you have an appetite for is one — to be humble — mind-blowing orgasm to take you to the end of the world and back.

Your boyfriend is a gentleman.

In the years you have known Chan, you know for sure that heaven and hell is nothing but a lie. Ironically. The stigmatization of having to be only bad or only good is so skin deep in humans that the very thought of a devil being nice seems like an illusion. That is, if the whole concept of heaven and hell is not an illusion already.

Chan is nice. He is nice to you and that is all that matters to you. He treats you like a princess because you are his princess — the only person worth staying on earth for. 

So when he lets the guys go ahead and pulls you behind a wall right before the huge living room of his apartment is in view, you know he has something to say. That, or he has a kiss to steal.

"Are you okay?" 

Chan's eyebrows are furrowed, eyes softening in worry as his hands lift up to cup your face, thumb rubbing circles into your cheek. You break a smile, leaning forward to brush the tip of your nose against his and you place a delicate peck on the same spot. 

"More than ever. I told you, baby, right? That I'll tap out the minute this gets too much for me."

"I'm just so worried. You've never—"

"Are you guys making out?" You hear Jisung's voice resonate against the walls and you turn your head, stifling the laughter that bubbles inside of you. Jisung yells again, "Chan, pasta!"

"I'm coming," he yells back, dropping his hand from your face. "I'm coming. Oh, if only Lucifer burnt you alive!" 

"I'd have to be alive for that, ha!"

"Go," you chuckle, kissing his lips only to pull back in a short second. "I'll hang out with Changbin."

"He's. . ." Chan sighs. "Just remember to be comfortable, baby, okay?"

"I know. I trust them. Beyond everything, I trust you."

You hold Chan's hand in yours and pull him away from the shadows of the wall, bring him before his friends. Changbin raises an eyebrow at the two of you, before taking a step forward as Chan follows Jisung to the kitchen.

"That leaves us together alone for a while," Changbin suggests, arms folded over each other as he takes quicker steps towards you. He doesn't tower over you much but his entire persona that he broods is enough to make you whimper, lips to part unknowingly and eyes to widen in want. "I should probably introduce myself properly. I'm Changbin. I've known your boyfriend since forever. We became demons around the same time."

"Oh," you respond, mouth patching up with the excessive want.

"I'd like to get to know you, sweetheart?" Changbin is close enough for you to feel the warmth that exudes from his body. His arms drop for a small second before his right one lifts up. His thumb and forefinger grips on your chin to angle it up slightly for you to look at him properly. The name he calls you by makes you gasp under your breath, loving the endearment and he notices. Changbin notices how much the term has its effect on you in this minute.

"Do you like being called a sweetheart, princess? An angel, maybe? Do you like dressing up in pretty pink lingerie for Chan? Maybe you want to be a baby doll on top of me for the night?" Changbin lets go of your chin before taking a step back and walking towards Chan's sofa. He sits down on it, thighs spread apart as his arm rests on the side. His attention drifts back to you, lips quirking up in brief excitement. "Or despite dating one of the most sinful creatures ever to exist, you like being called a good girl?"

Your thighs clench together and you grip at the end of your skirt. Changbin laughs at the reaction he draws out from you. He taps on his thighs and beckons for you, "Why don't you come be a good girl on my lap, hm?"

You take shy steps towards him, before sitting on his thighs that he now has pressed together. Either of your legs dangle on the sides of his body and Changbin holds your hips as he pulls you closer. Your skirt crumpled up, exposing so much more to him and Changbin is in delight at how pretty you look on top of him.

"May I?" And you nod, mumbling a soft yes. His hand slowly trails above, starting from the point right above your knee joint. It's slow and sensuous for a soft second as his fingers slowly climb up your thigh before the tables turn over and Changbin's hand rips the panties from underneath your skirt and throws it to the side. Your eyes widen, cheeks heating up as you hold onto his shoulder at the sudden force. 

"We won't be needing that for the night now, do we?"

You bite your lip and Changbin's hand hovers over your sodden lips from the previous encounter with Jisung. He rubs his palm over it as he locks his gaze with yours and asks, "Respond, princess. I need to hear you respond."

"No, we won't need that."

"That's my good girl," Changbin praises you and presses the heel of his palm into your clitoral region and you moan explicitly and unhinged. He rubs it slightly and your burning core oozes more of your arousal out into his hand, burning for that long forgotten orgasm you had hoped for. Using his other hand, he rips open your blouse, the top button letting free from the dress at all the harsh happenings it has been through for the night. 

"Oh dear, look at that," Changbin clicks his tongue repeatedly before plunging his fingers into your core and pulling your bra down with his teeth at the same time, grazing slightly at your breast that it leaves you thrusting yourself on his fingers that drive hard into you. 

You whimper, "Changbin, fuck," and he lets out an amused sound. He thrusts his two fingers in and out of you as he lips wrap around your nipple, lapping at it. He lets go momentarily, hot breath fanning all over your mound and he asks,

"Do you like this or maybe is it some pain that you like?" 

And within a second, Changbin's teeth bite into the flesh by your mound. His unoccupied hand cups your mound, massaging it before flicking your nipple. Harshly. You gasp, head dropping forward as you lean into Changbin's chest, whimpering repeatedly.

"Baby girl likes that, doesn't she?" He flicks it again, pain shooting up your nerves and you slightly bite into his neck. He speaks into your skin. "She likes it a lot."

Changbin says he likes art. He talks about how he loves the purple colours that blend into the pink and then, the colours of your skin. He sucks on your bosom, littering the area around your areola with pretty, pretty marks all while his fingers are plunged deep inside of you, pads of the same rubbing your walls while his palm rubs the collected arousal into your core, pressing into your clit and stimulating it 

Your senses are alert and every breath, every moan that is present in the air is hyperbolised in your ears. You can feel Changbin's rough fingers slowly pull out while his mouth trails down to wrap his lips around your areola, tongue wrapping around your nipple and he laps at it like a starved animal.

"Chan's too nice to you, too gentle, too kind to you. Treats you like some porcelain doll. I don't blame him for that," Changbin taunts you. He pulls his fingers out from your dripping core and his mouth leaves your breasts. Your walls contract at the sudden absence of his fingers and you grind down onto his thighs, expecting — begging more.

Changbin flicks at your stimulated clitoris. It sends a rush of both pain and pleasure intermingled up your spine, hitting your brain cells, leaving you lost and in a trance. He continues the mockery, "I usually don't fuck with humans. In fact, I even condoned Chan for doing that. No offense to you, baby girl, but humans are delicate, too fragile, for my taste. No matter how sex crazed or ravenous you are, you are still no match for a demon by comparison."

Changbin kisses up your neck, marking you up as he draws out his mockery. You think it is weird that this time round Changbin doesn't intimidate or anger you. Rather every word he says sends a trail of arousal shooting downwards, making you wetter with every passing second — making you anticipate for so much more. It is embarrassing at how wet you are from every single teasing you have been put throygh for the night. 

"You may think Chan is different but he isn't, baby girl. He's just as demonic as we are, just as fucked up as every creature from hell is. He might hold back for you, but when you push his buttons well enough, you know he'll unleash it all. Even Jisung. The only difference between them and yours truly is that—" Changbin pauses. His lips quirk up and his hand unbuckles his belt, metal clinging as it comes undone. He unzips the pant and shoves it down as he lifts himself up with you with such ease that your fragile, weak and overstimulated self is in surprise. He pulls his dick out from his formal pants and it is hot, hard and everything you crave at this point. 

You think it's unfair for a man with this big an ego to have this thick a cock and you were this close to blaming God for being unfair when you realise this isn't his territory. And history has proven that Lucifer has always been kind to his followers. 

Changbin strokes his cock, thumb rubbing at the slit at the hot head. You salivate, almost ready to drip from the corner of your mouth when Changbin cuts your thoughts — filthy thoughts, too dirty to be spoken of; filthy, filthy thoughts on how heavy his cock would be on your mouth, on how wide his cock would stretch your mouth and how deep he'd go, perhaps all the way to your throat — and holds your thighs, pulling you closer into him to position you in such a way that his cock is straddled right between the flesh of both your thighs.

"The only difference between me and the other two, baby girl, is that," Changbin's voice drops an octave lower as he almost growls, "I don't make a habit of suppressing it at all. I can grab you by the throat just like this—"  The demon holds you by your throat, his fingers wrapping around your neck hovering right across your jugular and carotid, pressing them slightly. It is scary how you are here trusting a demon fully aware that an inch deeper and you would be accompanying him in your journey to the other world. Or mayhaps it's your trust in your boyfriend. Changbin's fingers are wrapped deliciously around your neck and your pussy leaks juices, coating his dick that is pressed against it. "—and thrust my dick so deep into you and fuck you so hard that your body, mind and soul is broken beyond repair."

Your mouth opens wide, tongue resting against your lower lip and Changbin spits into your mouth, ordering you instantly, "Swallow," and when you do, he lets go of your neck for a second, caressing the roughened area and mumbling, "You're a good, good girl for me, aren't you, baby girl?"

You nod, voice hoarse as you beg like a kitten in her worst heat, "Please, please, please—"

"Please what, baby girl? Use your words like the good girl you are."

"Fuck me, Binnie. Fuck me, fuck me. Need your dick in me. I'll be a good girl." 

Changbin laughs loudly, almost as if he is mocking you. He is, because his fingers wrap around your neck once again as he thrusts his cock upwards. It slides against your wet lips, striking against your clit. "How could I fuck you when your thighs are this inviting? Look at how wet they are because of your arousal. You are leaking, baby. What a good whore."

"Binnie," you gasp, barely phrasing with his hold on your neck as he thrusts back upward. He holds your close as you equally grind on him. "Binnie, I want more. I want more."

"Be a good girl and I'll reward you, baby girl. Be a good girl and let me fuck your thighs." You nod and grind down. "How does it feel like, baby girl, to have my hard cock rubbing against you? Squeeze your legs tightly around me—" You wrap your legs around him, heels digging into his back. "Fuck, just like that." 

The squelching sounds are loud and prominent. The friction of his cock rubbing against your wet skin is amplified in the silence. Your hips move slightly trying to get as much as contact possible on your clit. Your head is empty, voices hindered and you can only think of how badly you want to get fucked, how badly you want Changbin to treat you more roughly. 

Changbin is vocal. Very, very vocal. He whimpers at every rub, moans loudly and grunts as you grind down on him. The filthy words that leave his mouth does not stop — "Your skin feels so warm and cool against my cock. Oh fuck, can you feel your clit throbbing against my dick, baby girl? You naughty little fucking thing."

His pace quickens as he thrusts further, grunting, "You are fucking delicious, baby girl. Chan's been keeping a whole asset away from us."

"Binnie, Binnie—" you moan, breasts rising and falling with every occasional jumping you do on his thighs to match the pace of his thrusts. "Choke me harder, please."

"What?"

"I want you to choke me harder."

"Fuck," and Changbin listens clearly. His fingers dig a little deeper and you are gasping, arousal dripping even more and staining his navy blue formal pants after coating his cock further. "Fucking grind on my cock. Baby girl, you are making me rethink my policy on humans."

"Ungh," you whimper when his cock stills and grinds onto your clit, focusing only on that. Changbin chuckles. His voice is laced with tease, "Easy there, baby girl. If my cock were to accidentally slip into your pussy, who knows what I might do." 

"Please, please—" You barely speak out when Changbin's grip on your neck loosens for a bit.

"Did I fuck the words out of you, baby? Did I fuck you stupid? I haven't even fucked you with my dick yet and look at you already. You would want that right, baby girl? For me to fuck you dumb, fuck you stupid. I'll have you ride my cock till all you know is how to be a good girl for me and how to take my big fat cock."

"Yes, yes, yes—" 

Changbin stops right when your whimpering increases, pitch shooting up higher and your chest rises and falls as he halts. However, in one swift motion, he pins you on the sofa, him on top of you and he stares at you. You are a disoriented mess, hair spilling onto your face and everywhere, clothes open partially but enough to spill everything and your legs — thighs specifically — are glistening in the lights.

"It sucks that you are Chan's girl, sweetheart? Do you think he'd mind sharing more than once?"

Changbin does not wait for your response. With the support of his hands, he brings his body down, head in direct contact with your skirt stained with your arousal and the precum that oozed out from his cock. He sucks deep purple marks into your thighs, trailing them all the way to your glistening core. And then, his mouth is on your sodden lips.

It's a miracle at how you are able to keep your eyes open. All the teasing this night has made your body heavy and yet, like some starving woman on sex steroid, your pussy aches for more. His lips are on your wet ones as he licks at the lips, pushing it apart as he takes in your arousal, lapping in to take it all. It is merciless. The demon he is, is marvellous, hot and a sex god at that. His tongue licks your lips, tip teasing your entrance as he rubs your clit, slowly. he draws small circles over it, tapping at the engorged button till your toes curl in, knees lift up to bend for your feet to press down. Your eyes are squeezed shut and your fingers pull at his hair every time you feel the knot tightening. 

The room is filled with lewd noises and your moans are loud enough for everyone in the house to hear. Changbin licks stripes after stripes on your lips, lapping up your arousal as he hums in delight. Another stripe up your wet lips and he soon wraps his plump pair around your clit and sucks on it, loud noise of suckle resonating and causing you to move your hips slightly. 

Changbin's sharp teeth graze over your clit, nibbling slightly till you feel the knot clench in your stomach. The vortex forms deep within you again, the sign of an impending orgasm and you can only pray that he doesn't leave you begging like Jisung did. It's coming. You are so close, again, for the second time this night and you needed it. You are sure that you would go crazy if you did not receive the release you had so prayed for. Changbin rubs your clit furiously, lips moving back to your cunt as he eats you out. Changbin's tongue flicks to perfection, hitting your sensitised bud over and over again till you snap and come undone all over his face, arousal squirting out and over his entire face.

Your legs quiver as Changbin laps it all up, tongue swiping across your lips till he has drunk every single drop of your arousal. Your eyes that were squeezed shut opens and you see the mess you have made on his face. 

"Fuck, I'm sor—" You try to lift yourself up to help him when Changbin pulls you by your legs closer to him and wraps his lips on your clit, sucking on the bud till it borders overstimulation and you are screaming out in both pain and pleasure, your abdomen pitting at the sight of another orgasm with his actions.

"Binnie, fuck, oh fuck," Tears well up at the corner of your eyes on being overstimulated. You can feel your brain getting fuzzier, sense hyperbolic at everything around you. You are falling into something you are unfamiliar with. "I'm sensitive, fuck. I'm so sensitive."

He moves forward, overstimulating you and your eyes roll up at all your nerves being triggered to send the excess messages of stimulation to your brain, knots tightening and you are ready to combust once again until Jisung walks out of the kitchen, announcing, "Dinner's ready."

"Too bad I had my fill," Changbin sniggers, tongue extending out of his mouth to lick your arousal off the corners of his mouth. Your chest rises and falls and you try to focus in on something on the ceilings — ah, the spokes of the fan, yes. Three. Three. Three. Three. Changbin quickly notices the change in your demeanor, "Baby girl? You alright?"

"Princess?" Chan's rushing to your side as soon as he hears something is up with you. You giggle, laughing soon enough as you look up. Changbin stands up from your side, concern filling him when you start laughing. Jisung, on the other hand, walks to keep the pasta on the table behind the sofa. "Princess, are you there with me?"

It is the rush of endorphins that cloud your brain. Your heart beats fast, breathing rapid and it's a different kind of high you are in. You hold onto Chan's sleeve, giggles nonstop as you mumble in between, "Chan, uh, Chan! Chan!"

"I've got you, princess," he says softly, before wrapping his arm around your thighs and the other over your torso before lifting you up. "I've got you. I'm right here." You cling onto his shirt, snuggling into him as he verbally assures you. 

He stops midway in his path, turns to look at two of his friends, especially glaring at Changbin, before firmly saying, "Eat and leave. I'll talk to you later. I have to take care of her."

"We could hel—"

"Not today. Not now. I'll—" Chan sighs, holding you closer to him as you mumble words incoherently, smiling to yourself. His face softens, as if he's trying to comfort Changbin who looks guilty for the first time before Chan in eons of years together. "We'll talk to you later."

"Okay."

"And guys?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for tonight. I know she liked it. A bit too much, if anything."

Chan holds you close.

So close to him that even the rush of endorphins in your brain isn't loud enough to hear how loud your own heart beats next to his faint beating one. 

His arms wrap around your frame, hand holding your head close into his chest as he soothingly rubs the back of it and at every short interval, he coos into your head, "I'm right here, baby." Your body shifts to a relaxed position from the very tensile state it was in that second thanks to his voice, at his words and at his very being.

"Relax, baby. This is going to pass. You did so well, so, so well."

And you giggle into his chest, eyes closing warmly for a fraction there before looking up at him. Chan believes if synesthesia was a thing for demons, he would see the colours behind your eyes. How the crimson red slowly — so, so slowly — turned to darkest shades of pink and then the softest ones and Chan knows. He knows for sure that this is it. This is his whole world.

Chan feels jealous of humankind for the first time.

He is envious about how it would not be him that grows old with you, has kids with you and gets to be physical with you at every point. He knows he can't do that with you forever. He cannot do this with you forever. And even if he did decide to fuck it and do it anyway, you'd leave him one day. 

Chan knows he could never do much. He cannot change fate or turn himself into human for you. That is impossible. And yet he hopes — ah, a dangerous thing for a demon to have, something they mustn't possess — that every moment he spends with you is infinite and never dies. 

Your body tightens up again, goes rigid in his hold and he worries for you. That is Chan's first mistake, or so he believed years back. He cares for you. He cares for you in ways a demon shouldn't. He cares for you enough to know that demons have feelings or at the very least, he does. He cares enough to call it love. 

"It's alright," he mumbles and you mumble back, "We couldn't spend time together tonight."

"It's still eight. We have time," Chan smiles and rubs the hair off your face, only to press a soft chaste kiss on your forehead. "We have a lot of time. You should rest. You were such a good girl tonight."

"I was," you hold onto his shirt before letting your hands trail underneath and Chan realises the endorphins are slowly calming down, keeping you in a safer position than you were minutes back. "Wasn't I, daddy?"

"Princess, you really had a lot today, do you—"

"I want to. I—" You kiss Chan, hands cupping his face and lips pulling at his before letting your tongue twine with his. You moan unknowingly as your body rises to lean further into him. Your fingers graze the small stubble by the side of his jaws as you find yourself getting lost in him, in the feeling of his hot tongue lapping around yours.

"Mmh," Chan moans before holding your jaw tighter, leg wrapping around your frame. In a swift motion, he pins you down underneath him as he still kisses you. His lips are beyond tempting as you draw every kiss out, draw every moan out from him. He pulls back the minute you lift your hips to grind onto his crotch, feeling himself against your bare core. "We should stop—"

"No. You're my Valentine. Not Changbin or Jisung. You'll always be my Valentine," you respond, tugging him down into you by his shirt. Chan's eyes widen before softening as he looks at you — looks at you like you are everything better than him, hell and afterlife. 

"But you really had it rough today and—"

"I want more. I want so much more rough and I want them from my boyfriend. No one else." Your hand grades the stubble again and Chan leans into your hold. "The fact that you've never been rough with me and that I had to hear about it from Changbin and Jisung did no good to my ego, baby."

"They were—" Chan pauses on his own this time. You don't interrupt or cut him. He knows he can't lie to you. He knows how much he holds back but Chan knows that he has no issue with that. It's a safer option for you and yet here you are tonight asking him to be himself, be everything he is and show you how far he can go — he was going to fucking lose it at that alone. 

"You know they were not lying," your voice lower. "They are demons, you had said, and that I should be careful. But Chan, baby, you are a demon too. So why do you hold back? Is it because I'm a human?"

"Yes," Chan reluctantly agrees and you sigh. You drop your hand from his face and Chan's lips pucker in response. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You know you won't," you reassure him. "You could never hurt me unknowingly and even if you did, you know you'd take care of me till I'm back to the same."

"There shouldn't be a situation that leads to the worst case scenario, Y/N."

"But I want that. I want you to show me everything and I want to know if I'd like that. Give me a choice. I—" You gulp, scared of telling it out loud finally now that you have come to a partial conclusion to it yourself. "I liked Changbin being rough on me. I liked it a lot. I liked Jisung edging me. I liked it so much that all I could think about till Changbin touched me was of Jisung giving me an orgasm."

Chan's hand presses down by the sheets adjacent to your face and he holds it tightly. If care was an emotion he shouldn't have felt, jealousy is another that should never have a place in a demon's mind. Especially not when they were all brought up with the thought of sharing. 

He hates how Changbin got to be rough with you before him. Something so petty and so, so territorial arises in him that he wasn't even aware for him to feel this. He knows he gave consent. He knows he was there to hear it all and yet hearing you say you liked it brought in exactly two emotions in him that conflicted each other so much that he knew he was going feral — a) delight, over you being so content and over you being so understanding of demonic natures and b) jealousy, over another demon having had you in ways only he had before. 

"Chan?"

"Yes?"

"You were lost there for a minute."

"You promise me you'll tell me to stop if it gets too much, right?"

"Always," you peck at his lips. "I'll always do that. I just want everything you are and you have to offer. I don't want to know stuff from others. I want to feel them through you."

And Chan kisses you again. This time however, it is a lot different from the previous kiss you drew out from him. His lips find home in yours as they come upon you, imperatively. The kiss gets deeper each time, tongues chasing and lapping each other, earning continuous whines and whimpers coming out from both of you. Your arms wrap themselves around his neck, your fingers trailing up his nape to his hair, gripping the small hair at his back and Chan kisses you passionately, his hands cupping and tilting your face, angling it so that he could intensify the kiss as he desired.

He's desperate to show you everything he is.

The very second your mouth had brushed his, Chan knows that you are the one for him. It had always been you. Even now, if he closed his eyes, he could feel the tingle over his lips and your warm breath wafting over his chin. It is exactly as he had carved in his mind, etched so deep that it could never fade away.

His hand is prominent on its grip on your neck, as you lift your chin higher — so you can press your lips harder into his —  while your hands fist into his shirt — white, clean and perfect all for the night only for it to be discarded to the very corner of the bedroom the two of you share. His free hand drops to wind around your waist, arm pressed between the bed and you and in one swift movement, he pulls your body flush against his.

Gasping at the motion, Chan seizes the opportunity to slip his tongue between your teeth, your lips parting further in response. His tongue swipes across yours, curling around your tongue and gently massaging it. The metal ball at the tip of his tongue provides a sharp coldness and you hiss into his mouth, only for him to provide more contact with the metal that it leaves you emitting moans into him. 

It is electrifying. Every single thing with Chan has been exciting, unpredictable and leaves you begging for more. It is perhaps mankind's adhesive nature towards sin itself that made you like this — that made you into such a moldable clay in his hands and you don't mind going to hell for this. Because every single moment you lived on earth, if it were with him, would be relentlessly passionate. You would never want to swap with anything, even if someone handed heaven to you on a platter.

Because Chan is your heaven. 

When you feel his tongue flick against yours, slightly, grazing it, your hands uncurl from his shirt - only to wind up his chest, along his throat, towards the nape of his neck. You find yourself lapping around the metal ball on his tongue, rolling your eyes shut. 

With every passing second, you find yourself drowning into Chan. His body is pressed flat against yours, chest against yours, his saccharine taste coating your senses till that is all you can think about, and his warm breath all over your face. You find yourself drowning into him — you always have — his entire presence encasing your senses as you lose yourself deep into his entire being.

Is this how people were dragged into hell? Tempting. 

Chan pulls back and you smile at your boyfriend, like a little girl happy to have received her candy. You glance down at your shirt that is half open as a result of everything that happened tonight and proceed to unbutton the rest and remove it off your body. Chan's eyes linger more than ever on the marks that Changbin has left all over your body — marks that have turned dark purplish red and he seethes at the very sight of it in anger. 

"If we do this again, on your request, of course," Chan kisses over all the marks slowly, taking his own time to lick it over with his tongue before pressing his lips against it. "I'm going to be physically present. Not going to let anyone mark my baby up like this. That's for me."

And Chan sucks over it. His hand goes behind your back to unhook your bra and toss it aside. His hand lands firm on your breast, fingers playing with your nipple as his mouth slowly moves down to kiss your other nipple before sucking on it, lewd sounds emitting from his mouth.

"Daddy, fuck—" Your back arches, hips jutting upwards into his pelvis only to feel his covered growing length rough against your sticky skin. Chan uses his free hand to hold onto your waist and lift you slightly, allowing you to hook your leg over his waist, tight enough to tease you.

Chan hums in approval as you grind up, exposed core moving and staining your favorite formal pants of his, all while his tongue laps at your areola. The metal ball right at the centre of the tip of his tongue is pressed to your nipple and the difference in temperature has your mind spiralling. 

His palm squeezes your breast, thumb running over your nipple before he purposefully leans down and gives you a taste of his warm mouth. You gape open at the contact of his mouth on your nipple, teeth purposely grazing against the skin only for the metal ball to soothe over the burn.

Puckering his lips, he presses them to the sensitive spot by your jugular before sucking harshly. Responsively, a low mew resounds from your lips, leaving them in the open for just you and him to hear to.

"Do you remember the safe word?"

You nod, "Red for you to stop, yellow for you to give me time and green for you to proceed."

"Perfect," and Chan moves so quickly to remove your skirt off your body as he hovers over your completely naked self, fully clothed. You have always wondered if Chan would ever be into power play, especially with how he could project himself sometimes. Like in moments like these. You make a note in your head to ask him about the very thing. 

Chan kisses your lips, tugging at your lip before dipping himself further, getting lost in you. He rubs his tongue across your lower lip, metal ball harsh against your coral lips. He kisses your cheek and then, your pinna.

You feel his warm breath against your ear, shuddering in impact. You are about to ask him to stop teasing you — that you've had enough foreplay the whole night. However, in the next second, his hand lowers and lands on your inner thighs in a loud spank and you gasp, not expecting it. He hits the same skin almost a second after before the pain recedes and you are moaning out loud, brain wiring differently as heat pools between your legs.

“Fuck," he swears under his breath. His hand edges closer to you, dangling so close to your core that he can feel your arousal by your thighs, all over again and over the dried ones by your thighs. "You’re so dripping wet,” Chan mutters, only to laugh and comment, "At least I can credit this to myself."

Chan leans forward, next to your ear again and mumbles, "Baby, I'll be using words that would come off as very demeaning but I need you to know that I would never use them unless we are in the mood. You are and will be my baby girl, my princess forever. Is that alright?"

"It is," you blush, heat shooting straight to the core and you can feel yourself leak further, embarrassingly, right when Chan's hand is so close to your lips.

"Fuck, you are dripping. Such a filthy whore," Chan taunts and you feel it, deep in your gut. You've never seen this side to Chan but fuck, you love it. You love it more than Changbin having called you a good girl. You want to be called a whore, a slut — as long as you were his whore, his slut. 

Chan collects the arousal that you drip out, coating his fingers and palm. Moving his fingers, he collects your arousal that leaks from your gaping hole and watches the transparent stick to his fingers. The bulge in his pants is hard and seems too painful to be confined. You gulp evidently, throat parched. Chan's hand edges closer towards your lips and languidly strokes your slit with his fingers coating in your arousal. The pads of his finger circles your hole and you mewl, clutching slightly onto his shoulder. 

"Daddy, please, need your fingers in me."

"You've been fucked by two demons already and you are still so horny," he scoffs. "Impressive." He raises an eyebrow. Almost like he is teasing you further, he continues to play with your cunt. You whimper, gasping and hoping to feel the burn of the stretch that would come with him thrusting his fingers up.

Each small action Chan does has you moving forward in pleasure, hoping for the same as you try to move with his hand, all in an attempt to drive his digit deeper into you. Nonetheless, Chan controls the pressure and the pace and no matter how hard you try to move, he never lets you have his way, clearly showing that it was him in power here, not you. Growing tired of his teasing, anticipation filling you to insanity, tears brimming your eyes, you whine, “Fucking hell, Ch— Daddy, come on."

Chan chuckles, kissing your clavicle, biting into the skin above and sucking furiously enough to mark you. You sigh, breath exhaled out desperately. "Please, please, pl— Ah!"

Chan hits your core with the pads of his finger, labia silently flapping in impact and you moan at the pain that shoots up from your sensitive core. This causes you to moan, body moving forwards in a surprised reaction. The palm hitting the clit sends electric sparks throughout your body, your brain almost fusing. The sound is sharp as it rings through the air before you feel pain along the vulva. Crying in pain, you mumble softly out before holding to him softly, “Please,” you implore. "I need you, daddy." 

The sensation of the pad of his thumb swiping against your swollen, needy bud causes you to buck into him, your cunt soon contracting around nothing. Chan mumbles as he lowers his body silently, kissing your skin on his way. He kisses the skin right above your acetabulum, tracing his lips down till he kisses your core, a soft peck over it. 

It is a stark difference in your clothing that takes you aback; of how you were completely naked while Chan was completely clothed and yet that excited you. The power he has is enough to have you ooze out more arousal that would prompt the sheets to stain further. 

Chan licks at your core, once, twice and then he is sucking at your clit, like a man walking days in a desert with no water source. His mouth is against your core, licking on it, the cold wet metal ball pressing against it, before he sucks on your engorged button. The lewd noises that leave your mouth are pornographic and your legs have lost their strength.

You are about to say a word before Chan curls his fingers up into you and your back arches slightly at the feeling of his fingers in you. "D-Daddy!" 

You feel Chan searching your walls for the spot he has felt enough that he finds it in a few minutes. He rubs against the same spot that brings the loudest reaction from you before dragging his fingers back slowly only to slip his fingers easily into you again, the slick of your arousal dripping down your thighs. The sheets are stained. His pants are stained and so is his white shirt. 

"No demon I've fucked before would have sex this close to being out of the world. Fuck, princess. Your slutty pussy is clutching onto my fingers." He rubs your walls and your enlarged button. Your hips gyrate with him, thrusting and chasing after his fingers desperately as you press into him. 

Chan's fingers are fast as they thrust in and out of your core. You could find yourself getting wetter and wetter with the lewd sounds that resonate the walls. The demon presses his metal piercing flat against your clit and you gasp. "F-Fuck, Daddy!"

And as Chan sucks on your button of nerves, his fingers thrusts into you at a relentless pace, pushing right at the spot that has you feeling the endorphins spilling into your bloodstream. You feel the knot that tightens in your stomach, ready to fall over the cliff till Chan's teeth graze your clit and you lose it.

“Come for me, my princess,” Chan urges. His command, paired with the way his tongue dances across your clit and how his rough thick fingers drags against your sweet spot, has you careening off of the brink of pleasure and into an oblivion. You can feel your bloodstream soaking slowly with the rush of endorphins. You need a moment to calm down from how good that orgasm is, as Chan slowly rubs you through your high. 

You think Chan is about to drag his fingers out of you and away when he picks up the speed of his fingers. He toys with your sensitive clit. 

"Daddy, ah—" You feel the pain slightly of being overstimulated, slowly getting intense and intense. You are crying and he slows down, looking into your eyes, expecting a colour to be screamed and when you don't, smiling softly, he continues, kissing you and swallowing every cry you have. 

You feel your skin standing at the very precipice of being sensitive to anything. In a split second without any warning, his mouth still on you, Chan holds your clit between his forefinger and thumb before twisting it and instantly, you feel something deep within you tighten up.

That was it. Your breath is disoriented. Your jaw falls loose and you let out a loud cry as a powerful orgasm cuts right through you. Chan drops his hand on to the bed as you squirt on being overstimulated. Your arousal soaks his shirt, fabric sticking to his body and he is amused. Your thighs shake, quivering uncontrollably as your back curves, body lifting up. Chan's other arm wraps around you as he kisses you through this. Your muscles tremble, ache and are sour. Eventually, you find your hips stopping gradually as you fall victim to the pleasure, squirting slowly receding. His hand is covered in your juices and he chuckles against your lips after pulling back, placing you lightly on your back.

"That was so fucking hot," he looks at you proudly, pressing his forehead against yours. Your eyes are closed, post that powerful orgasm, tears staining your cheeks. He moves only after your eyes open, making sure you are alright and are able to breath right.

"Daddy," you smile and Chan smiles brighter. That's his girl. That's his girl, alright.

"You've got my shirt messy, princess." He chuckles and your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as your head drops to the side to look away. Chan holds your face with his messy hands and kisses you, drawing out another long kiss to rid you away from any other thoughts besides ones of fucking him tonight. 

You pull away and mumble, "It's not fair that you were dressed completely in the first place."

"Is that so now?"

"Yes," you huff and your hand trails up Chan's arm, fingers digging into his arm. "It's a damn bother." 

Chan unbuttons his shirt, taking his own time with it as his fingers roll against them before popping the material out of hold from the button. Your hand lies in wait by his waist, fingers rubbing against the curve of his ass and you stare up at him. With every button that he maneuvers his shirt out of, you can see his tattoos more and more clearly.

The feathers that poke out through the corner of his shoulder, flat on the coracoid process, more present superficially right above his clavicle, are detailed. You can see the feathers variant in their styles as they fall from a greater source that lies behind him.

Chan's tattoo had always been magnificent, as if they were rebuking the almighty as he acknowledged his very being. The ends of the black feathers also tease into the head of his biceps. Two beautiful wings, bold and powerful, arise from his spine and exhibit loudly on his back.

Your mouth gapes open at the sight of it as Chan bends forward to unbutton his pants, the wings clearly visible to you and your heart leaps at the sight of it. Chan raises an eyebrow at you, staring down at his tattoo, as soon as he pulls down his pants. 

"Ah, the tattoo kink," he chuckles. "How could I forget."

"It's not a thing," you blush.

"Please," he laughs, eyes wrinkling soon. "There's no way you could lie to me, princess." 

You blush. Crunching forward, you stretch your arms, fingers pointing to draw against the outline of the wings. "It's beautiful," you whisper. "It's so fucking beautiful, Chan." He chooses to ignore the call of his name because nothing else would sound sweeter in this moment than his name itself. What you would do to give everything in wrapping your lips around his flesh by the corners of the wings and to ruin it with your own marks.

He unsheathes himself off the confines of his undergarment. Chan has always been bigger in comparison to every single one you had seen, girth firmer than you had envisioned and the frenum piercing has you salivating. It shines under the dim lighting of your room, your eyes unable to drift away from it, lips parted slightly.

You let out a small mewl — the walls of your core throbs against his member at the sensations of the piercings rubbing against the same — enhancing both your senses. Chan notices how your thighs quiver and he raises his eyebrows in sheer amusement.

"You really don't fail to surprise me, princess," Chan sniggers. "Look at you eye fucking me all while I just unstrip."

"Please," your eyes glisten and Chan coos. "Please. Need your cock in me, daddy. Need your big fat cock to fill me up and stuff me stupid." Your hands move down to hold his engorged length in your hand, rubbing the metal balls on the head with your fingers and feeling the coldness in a sharp contrast to his hot girth.

"You've been such a good, good whore tonight. Daddy's going to reward you well. So well." His hand trails down your frame and you shudder as they move down your sides.

Chan moves slightly, his hands bracing on either side of yours. The strong muscles of his arms twitch as he bears the entirety of his body weight on them. You push your body upwards and you stretch your arms up. You run your hands over his naked shoulders and his back, grazing his tattoo a little more before tangling your fingers into his hair as you tug him further over you. 

A soft gasp slips from your mouth when his weight presses over you: his defined chest over yours and his hips pressing into yours in the most enticing way. His cock brushes against your thighs slicken in your arousal and you moan. The metal ladder framing underneath his shaft is cold against your skin and you can feel the goosebumps that arise atop your skin all the way to spread the heat to your core.

Chan's arms wrap around your body, holding you so close to him that your chests brush against each other. You feel his hardened erection sharp against your thighs, brushing against your core and you whimper in his hold. "Please."

"Please what, princess?"

"Fuck me, daddy."

Chan's lips crash onto your swollen ones with a force that has to be reckoned. He grinds his heavy cock into your core, rubbing over your clit. It leaves you moaning, holding onto his deltoids with a ferocious grip, fingers digging into the muscle.

Holding onto the opportunity that presents itself to him, Chan seizes and dives his tongue right into your mouth. They glide across your tongue, your body arching in pleasure. You feel the metallic ball of his piercing run over your tongue in a wistful want, you wrap your own around it before kissing him at the same intensity. Chan's groan hits back through the air in barely a whisper as you swallow most of the sound. Immediately, you let go of his lips and your hand reaches out for his cock slowly coated in precum, you squeeze it softly.

Before you can think straight, you can sense Chan holding his cock in his hand to position himself and with a mere grunt, he enters through your twitching core. His thick girth pushes your walls apart as they move further down into you. Your grip on his deltoid slips to his biceps, desperate to catch hold of something. All that leaves your mouth are parched breaths and desperate moans. 

The lewd noises from his dick seeping through your wetness to enter you and stretch you out resonates through the wall only to hit back to both of your ears. Chan's gaze shifts downwards to watch his cock spread open your lips and disappear into your being — all it does to the demon is excite him more. 

You feel the piercings against your wall, dragging across your softness. The slight dentations cause you to moan as Chan moves it against it over and over again, ensuring to hit your spot as much as possible with every thrust. 

"You're dripping all over my cock, fuck," he grunts as he slips out only to thrust back in carefully. You grind back this time round, trying to match his pace with your fragile body. It takes you aback when you feel Chan grow into his complete girth inside you, stretching you out with an intense burn.

"Daddy," you choke out, words caught in the back of your throat. "Too big, ah."

“No, it’s not, princess," he bites his lip. "We both know you can take it. You're doing so well,” Chan coos. You find him slowing down with every thrust, making sure you are alright. His fingers ghosts right adjacent to your side, caressing your breasts with affectionate touches. 

Slowly, the pain fades away, only to be replaced by a rush of pleasure with every thrust. The hard metal of his piercings drag against the sensitive nerves of your wet core, enough to stimulate every other nerve in your body, rubbing it over and over again. 

Chan notices your face calming and how you were truly living in the moment. He takes this as a sign enough to thrust quicker, metal piercings striking the spot furiously. The sudden intrusion has your lips parting, eyes rolling back and tongue falling out in ecstasy. Your thighs, that quake, spread apart to take more of him, to let him have more control over you. Your walls clamp down on him, holding his cock tightly and magnifying the thick length of his. The moment his length pokes at the end of your cervix, you jerk, throat drying up instantly as a reaction. He was so thick and so full that he reached all the way to your cervix, ready to show you what it truly is like being fucked by a demon.

Chan grunts as he presses his hand down on your belly after pressing a short kiss. There is a slight bulge and Chan loves how you are, almost as if you are made for him. This leads your wall to press around him. His length pulses against your walls and you feel him completely, in his length and girth. Your walls ripple around his length accepting him completely — in his large, engorged, thick length.

"Fuck, I love this. Hell, I love how your juices coat my length and your lips kiss around my cock. Perfectly fitting my cock as if you were made for me,” he mutters. "Aren't you? You're mine. All mine." 

“So pretty, princess,” he coos. With every thrust of his length into you, your body is jolted back and forth, rocking the bed loudly, at an impeccable strength along with your boyfriend's.

In between all the thrusts of his cock, the way his piercings mercilessly drags inside you, triggering every single nerve bundle ever to exist in your body, you feel the clouds of euphoria come at your being. You slowly find yourself losing your being into the sheer bliss of Chan's actions.

With one more rough thrust, you are unable to hold back and with a loud cry, you come undone around Chan's cock. Feeling your walls clamp vigorously around his length, he lets out a deep growl and continues to thrust his hips into you. It is these thrusts that draw out your orgasm, bringing forth waves of bliss and euphoria, slowly seeming to shut down all your senses. The results of your intense orgasm still fluctuate through you. Your thighs tremble and toes curl. Your walls wrap so tightly around his cock that it drives him close.

His cock pulsates in your warmth and you know it too. "Oh fuck! That’s it, princess,” Chan groans out. He thrusts back into you messily, trying to keep up with the same initial pace. However, he falls out of the same relentless thrusting in the pursuit of his own orgasm. Burying his cock as deep into you, he erupts inside of you. He plays with your clit and comes undone in your core as he swears under breath, unfiltered compliments showered upon you. 

His thick cum fills you up. Buried deep, he empties everything of his load, coating your walls with thick stripes of his residue. Slowly, you find yourself back to your senses, body more alive, having ridden yourself of the giddiness of your orgasm. Your body shudders under him in your haze of orgasm.

Chan pulls out his softened cock out from you, glistening under the coated mixture of yours and his orgasm. He holds you close and rubs the side of your face gently as he compliments you, "You did so well, princess. I'm proud of you."

You kiss his lips in response, a soft, chaste one. Chan continues showering you with compliments as he falls by your side, holding you close into his sweaty naked being. He lifts himself soon enough to attend to you when you pull him down, locking him with your grip on his wrist.

"Let me take care of you, baby."

"Five minutes more, please." You look at him with a puppy like expression and Chan sighs, knowing fully well that there would be no way that he could deny your request. 

"Fine, princess," he rubs your hair away from your forehead and pulls you impossibly closer into his chest. 

"Chan?"

"Hm?"

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby."

Chan chuckles, kissing the top of your head and then your forehead as he teases, "You worked too much for a Valentine's Day, baby."

"Please," you stretch the syllable and speak into Chan's chest. "If anything, it is the wildest one I've ever lived to attend."

And as Chan holds you through the night, attending and taking care of you, his phone beeps soon enough,

[1] Voicemail from Changbin Happy Valentine's Day, beautiful and to you too, Chan. Call me back when you hear this. Bye.

[1] Message from Jisung This is how technology works??!!!! Oh my God. Fancy. Anyhow, Happy Valentine's Day. This goes down in my history as best Valentine's Day ever, bitches. P.S. Best sex ever too. Let's have a foursome sometime soon.

[queenshelby]

The Concubine - Part Four

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning: Angst, Very Graphic Violence, Domestic Violence, Abuse, Blood

Words: 1,589

Shortly after you left Tommy’s house, Tommy grabbed the telephone and enquired with the directory about where the call was made from.

He had an uneasy feeling about your fiancé, almost like a vision of some sort and, after he found out your fiancé’s address and where the call was made from, Tommy instructed Arthur and Isiah to keep an eye on you and your fiancé and intervene if necessary.

He knew that there were things you were hiding from him, things he didn’t know about you and he never dared to question you about any of it until he overheard how your fiancé spoke to you.

Now, he was suspicious and, for him, it was surprising that you willingly stayed with a man like that. A man who was using abusive language towards you and treated you badly, a man who cheated on you and who had nothing to offer.

***

That same morning, when you arrived at your fiancé’s apartment, he had gone.

There was no note, no nothing and you decided to wait for him patiently.

At around 7 o’clock in the evening, he finally barged through the door and saw you sitting inside the loungeroom with the curtains closed and the fireplace lit.

‘See how it feels having to wait around Sweetheart?’ Steven said sarcastically as he threw his gun onto the loungeroom table and took off his jacket.

‘I am sorry Steven. I had to work’ you explained and Steven was quick to grab your throat with one of his hands, pushing you back against the lounge firmly.

‘Working for fucking gypsies, huh?’ he said harshly before continuing on, his breath smelling like booze and cigarettes. ‘My woman chooses to work for someone else instead of servicing me’ he went on to say before ripping off your blouse harshly, causing the buttons to tumble onto the floor.

‘Steven stop, you are hurting me’ you said as you tried to squirm away, but his hold was too strong.

‘No no no Love, you don’t get to tell me to stop. I want to have some fun with you’ Steven then huffed out.

But, as he held you down, it didn’t take long for him to notice the small bruises on your neck and chest and, without any sort of warning, he pulled you up on your hair and threw you against the coffee table.

‘You are fucking someone else aren’t you, you fucking whore?’ he scolded at you as you hit the table, injuring your chest and stomach on the long edge of the oak.

‘Steven stop, please’ you cried as he again pulled you up on your hair, hit you across the face and dragged you into the kitchen.

As you reached the kitchen, he forced you to lean forward against kitchen table and you knew very well what he would do next.

Fearful and in tears, you leaned forward and held onto the table while Steven removed his belt which, almost in an instant, came flying across your back.

‘Stop, please. I am sorry Steve, please stop’ you cried as he hit you again, harder with each stroke.

‘You want to behave like a whore, huh? Yes?’ he scolded as he hit you again and you began to scream.

‘Well, I need to treat you like a fucking whore then’ he yelled again, hitting you even harder and, by that time you lost count of how many strokes he inflicted on your back until, suddenly, you heard someone kick down the front door.

‘Get the fuck off her you fucking animal, eh’ Arthur shouted, pointing the gun at your fiancé.

‘Who the fuck are you?’ Steven then asked, dropping the belt as he did and you immediately fell to the floor, crying and whining as you barely managed to hold onto one of the legs on the kitchen table.

‘I am Arthur fucking Shelby and you are fucking dead, eh’ Arthur said, pulling back the release mechanism on his gun in readiness to shoot.

‘Don’t’ you yelled out quickly and Arthur lowered the gun.

‘His father will kill my family. Please, don’t shoot’ you pleaded and Arthur waived at Isiah and one of the other gang members who walked over towards your fiancé and restrained him.

‘Listen to me you little fuck, eh. She and her family are under the protection of the Peaky Blinders now and you don’t fuck with the Peaky Blinders. You get this message to whoever the fuck your father is and unless he want’s a war with us, he will back off. Do you understand?’ Arthur explained to Steven before he pulled off his cap and cut him across each side of his face.

‘You will regret this’ Steven shouted in between screams from the pain across his face.

‘I think you haven’t been listening boy. My brother’s orders were to kill you if you harm this woman. You are alive right now because of her mercy but, my brother’s orders will stand if you lay a hand on her again or anyone from her family’ Arthur then said before kicking Steven into his crotch and helping you off the floor.

‘Common Love’ Arthur then said as he placed his coat over you carefully and helped you to his car.

Your back was bruised and bleeding and so was your chest and stomach. Your face was slowly turning purple and your cheek began to swell.

‘We will take you to the hospital Love’ he then said as he lay you down onto the backseat.

‘No hospital’ you said, knowing that the hospital staff will ask questions.

‘Tommy’s house it is then, eh’ Arthur said and you nodded quickly before asking about your parents and sisters.

Arthur asked you where they live and decided to send Isiah and one of the other gang members to their house for protection while Tommy decides what was going to happen.

***

After about twenty minutes, you arrived at Tommy’s house and Francis greeted you quickly when she saw Arthur’s car pull up.

As soon as she saw that you were with him and heavily injured, she ran to get Tommy while calling one of Tommy’s trusted doctors to come to the house.

‘Fuck’ Tommy growled as he saw you. You were barely managing to hold onto Arthur’s shoulders.

‘He did this to her Tommy’ Arthur said as Tommy held onto you and helped you inside while you were still crying, barely able to deal with the pain across your back and stomach.

Without losing any time, Tommy and Arthur placed you to lie down on one of the lounges in the reading room while Francis fetched several towels and some water to clean up your wounds.

‘Tommy, I am sorry’ you said, unsure what you were sorry about. Was it the fact that you had just caused him trouble or that you were ruining his expensive sofa?

‘Don’t Love. There is nothing for you to be sorry about, eh’ Tommy said as he helped Francis to clean you up while Arthur gave him a detailed run down of what had happened at the apartment.

‘Oh my god, fuck’ you growled in pain each time Tommy or Francis touched one of your wounds with the cold wet towels and it was at this point that Tommy pulled out a small brown bottle from his jacket.

‘Drink this. It will make the pain go away’ Tommy said but you pushed his hand away and shook your head.

‘No, I can’t’ you said before another scream escaped your lips.

‘Where does it hurt?’ Tommy then asked as he observed you holding on to your stomach.

‘My stomach, it’s so much pain’ you cried.

‘Sit up. It might be better sitting up. The doctor is on her way, eh’ Tommy said reassuringly as he helped you into an upright position but, just as you sat up straight, you suddenly felt a gush of liquid drenching your skirt.

Instinctively, you reached for your lap with your hands before looking down, seeing your hands and skirt covered in bright red blood.

‘Y/N’ you heard Tommy shout loudly and then again more quietly as your mind went fuzzy and dizzy.

‘Call a fucking ambulance’ Tommy then shouted out to Francis, which was the last thing you could recall before everything in your mind went blank.

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[kurimiaki]

T, R, N and P with Diluc please?

the uncrowned king of mondstadt, diluc ragnvindr.

yandere alphabet via dear-yandere! revisions i made are flaky so. my bad wwwww

cw: dark content, physical abuse, kidnapping, confinement, claustrophobia, extremely unhealthy relationship.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Just because Diluc may be attending to business elsewhere, does not mean you are free from his heady grasp. Distant yet coddling; his attentiveness is a curse just as much as it can be a blessing. You’re never without security, that much is true. Dawn Winery is his eyes and ears, every single servant wrapped around his finger, wrapping around and constricting you. Self isolation could never be a possibility, not when Adelinde ushers you out of bed without a minute left to spare, always in such a hurry, as if wallowing in utter boredom for days on end is anything of importance. From the very beginning, Diluc had made it a point to ensure your physical health was a top priority to those surrounding you; strict itineraries have maids silently mourning over their packed workload. A plethora of duties— take you on brief walks outside the winery, never longer than 15 minutes, feed and serve meals delicately planned and catered to your health, eyes and ears constantly watching, watching, watching. They keep you like a dog on a leash, no matter how pampered. They do so dutifully. They must. Who could possibly decline such a hefty pay at the expense of silence?

It would be a blatant lie to say your physical health had declined any whilst under his... care, however, the same cannot be said for your mental well being. He can’t, despite how much he hates his inability to do so, prevent your tears. And by the archons, do you cry. Diluc is unable to approach you some days, those days when the illusion of normalcy and domestic living he works so hard to put up simply melts away, when you can do little more than curl in on yourself and wretch into your silk sheets with a litany of tears flush in your eyes. He wills himself to allow you the mercy of a few hours alone, albeit with check ups and that blatant discomfort of his when you wail at the slightest touch to your shoulder. Of course, it’s a different case entirely when such cries are symptom of punishment— whereas Diluc will weakly attempt to comfort you with softened eyes when you work yourself up, flaky and visibly uncomfortable, his resolution is unflinching and unwavering should you choose to act out of turn. Wail, sob, beg and beg for mercy, for forgiveness, his mask of nonchalance will stay firm.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No. Diluc is understanding that the situation he has thrust you into may not be ideal, he anticipates a lack of reciprocation and overall resistance, but he feels absolutely no guilt. In his eyes, this is for the best, the world is much too cruel— who better than him to make that judgement for you? Even if you do prove yourself to be capable of taking care of yourself, (with Diluc himself to measure up to) this Darknight Hero will find every minute, minuscule little thing to prove you otherwise. Just about every one of your shortcomings Diluc will try and use to his advantage, to put himself in a better light. Who else is as capable as he is, who else can prove themselves worthy of your companionship, your devotion, in the ways that he has? The longer you stay in his grasp, not that the possibility of leaving will come otherwise, the more difficult it becomes to prove him wrong. He feeds you with the utmost care, keeps you healthy, entertains you should you need conversation or otherwise, and provides, provides, provides. There may be a lack of freedom on your end, but really, do you have much room to complain? Without him, you may very well be dead. He ensures that point is driven straight to your heart, however many times is necessary until you grow compliant.

His will and rationality is fully reasonable, in his mind, hence why his wishes to keep you by his side shall forever remain solid. Perhaps it is the idea of you keeping close to him that entraptures Diluc so entirely, for he is a distant admirer. He would be contented growing old and without your touch, merely sharing your company for as long as life allows. All the same, he wishes to swallow you whole, skin, blood, guts and tears, if only to keep you with him. It is selfish, but he tells himself that is something of which he is deserving. He must.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Diluc is nothing if not dedicated to his goals, a driven man in everything he sets his mind to. In order to maintain the position he thrives in, he is forever alert, forever adapting, prepared for any strenuous situation thrown his way. Should you push past a line you are never meant to cross, jab at him a tad too harshly, well... it’s not as if he gives no thought as to how to keep you in line. Rarely are you knowing enough of his inner workings to be able to push him past the point of no return, a point where even you, his dearest, are not spared from his wrath. Emphasis on rare, for he is wholly tolerant and gentle with you, to an extent. Any person has a breaking point, and Diluc, despite his detached disposition and stoic attitude, can only withstand so much. He bottles up so much to remain composed, after all. When he snaps, he is unable to hold himself back any longer.

He is not one to take pleasure from the suffering of others. Lest they truly deserve it, is what he’ll tell himself, to at the very least maintain the illusion of normalcy. Sway not from the path of righteousness, forget not the splendor of dawn. His mind is able to concoct the most horrific scenarios he could possibly put you through, for he does the same with his enemies. In a way, when you act out of turn, an instinctual part of him, cultivated after years spent at the whims of the dangerous and unknown, sees you as just that— an enemy. He doesn’t often choose the more unsavory methods to keeping you in line, ie: beating or threatening you with his vision, further keeping true to said threats should you continue. Diluc is wholly capable of restraining the urge to simply slap the snark off of your face (he had done so regardless, once or twice), and much prefers isolating you on his own terms, away from everyone and everything, even himself. It’s a small room, not even on par with that of your shared bedroom, much more similar to a closet or crawlspace.

A room, but a cage all the same. Splintered wood floors, dank cobblestone surrounds you and few cracks in the stone leaves room for bugs of all nature to crawl through, allows the elements to rain hell upon you should you end up locked up during the harsher months. A lone maid, not even Adelinde, the head, attends to you, sparing meek glances should you call out when she gently places a meal of one roll, a piece of meat, and a few shoddily cut slabs of potato. No begging and weeping and screaming you may do will soften Diluc into coming back for you- again, his resolve is akin to that of steel, his will forever unyielding. He decides when you are thoroughly broken in, and when it is time to hold you in kind, he shines through like that of The Darknight Hero the people proclaim him to be. In the end, what is necessary is that he shows you how much better off you are when with him. He’s much too possessive and to a point, coddling, to ever consider discarding you into the wild and at the whims of hilichurl camps and abyss mages alike.

His hold is firm and grounding. Had he always been able to hold you with such ease? Had he ever truly held you in kind, as he does now? He’s warm. A familiar, comforting scent of smoke and acidic wine fills your senses and him, oh, him. He had left you, left you alone, all alone, in that room, not even a room, all alone, and yet you can do little more than gag and writhe and latch onto him with pleas of his name whispered hoarsely— ‘Diluc, Diluc, Diluc’. A cry of your savior.

He can’t look at you, won’t look at you. Won’t give you the mercy, but he couldn’t be angry. Not anymore. He holds you tighter and so flush to himself, with a ferocity narly shown to anyone but you, not in kind, not with this passion. You smell of dust, a husk of yourself. Faintly of his sheets, faintly of iron, of vomit, of filth.

Fresh memories of your betrayal burn hot in his mind. He’s contradicting himself. He cannot relent. It comes out as a whisper, barely even heard to himself, and he curses his very soul the moment it passes his lips.

“Strive to do better. Lest you want your time there to increase tenfold.”

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He can bear with defiance and unwillingness on your part, to an extent. He can anticipate as much, for he is not delusional enough to fool himself into thinking your relationship is even somewhat typical to that of a normal couple, no matter how much he wishes that to be the case. No, for the initial few weeks of your captivity (he’s always gotten so mad when you refer to him as such, a captor) Diluc allows you to lash and sob and attempt to reason with him, attempt to soften him, attempt to hurt him. He’ll allow you to do so, but he himself remains impenetrable, unblinking, almost uncaring. He is prepared for about anything and everything, always expecting the worse possibilities as to save himself from further harm. For you, as well, he is constantly anticipating and observing. In hidden, minute little ways. It may even come as a shame to him if the fact that he enforces the maids to note down your every little move ever reaches your ears.

All in all, Diluc’s complete preparation for anything and everything you may throw his way makes him extremely patient, for better or for worse. Difficult to crack, impenetrable, almost— on one hand, the distance he keeps from you to accommodate for your lack of reciprocation may come as a blessing, but it makes it all too difficult to try and pester him into letting you go, to try and understand his goals and motivations in keeping you locked right away. Your complacency is inevitable, sooner or later, Diluc will begin approaching and weaseling his way into your routine in the smallest of ways, gradually and unconsciously causing you to grow fonder of his presence. It’s a slow process, one he had planned from the very moment his wishes of a domestic life with you grew much too much to handle. He loves you completely, yearns for your love, and for it, he will wait as long as necessary.

Blazing red eyes leer down upon you, your shame increasing tenfold for each second that passes subjected to that gaze of his. A fit of expaseration, you will admit, had sent the cutlery dear Hillie had so delicately prepared flying off of the white tablecloth and onto the hardwood floors, further staining the expensive rugs with wines and crumbs and oils from his favorite meal, a concoction of pasta and steak and cheese. He had prepared yours alongside with it, striking tonight as a tad more special than the rest. You didn’t blame yourself for what you did, not when he had proposed something as outlandish as marriage.

He keeps silent, leaning back in his seat, his throne, as if he were a king observing a mere peasant begging for mercy— quite frankly, you should be. But perhaps tonight he will be more lenient, you ponder, averting your gaze to the flickering embers sparking from the fireplace beside you.

He sighs, suddenly, worn and thoroughly put out by your antics, further embarrassing you by his facade of nonchalance. No, you could tell from the way his leather gloves creaked from gripping himself too hard, he was barely concealing his own anger.

“You hardly let me finish my scentence. Come, we’ll continue this conversation upstairs.”