#i imagine penetration would be actively painful

[midnight-roses-candy]

Sex in the bath is one of those things that I absolutely wish worked because it would be really hot but unfortunately doesn't.

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Frank Castle X Reader: Spaghetti and meatballs

This post contains explicit content (minors dni)

Warnings: Smut, creampie, oral(male receiving), nipple play, rough sex, explicit depictions of sexual activities, unprotected sex, penetration (p in v), use of birth control, dirty talk, cursing, dry humping, size kink(kind of), bit of begging, pet names, fluff, sad feelings, ptsd.

Summary: Your curiosity about your new neighbor lead to unexpected consequences.

This man deserves the world

He didn’t know why he did it. Maybe he missed not hiding who he was. Maybe the lies were making him forget the truth of his identity. Or maybe he was just a lonely man looking for some comfort. Comfort you were more than happy to give him.

The apartment was shitty, the building was falling apart and you could never have a moment of peace and quiet since the thin walls allowed everything to pass through them. Still this was home, mold stains and all. 

Frank had become used to the musty atmosphere he lived in. He'd spend most of his nights at the construction site, hacking away at the walls until his fingers bleed and the voices of his loved ones died down a bit. But they never went away. Not fully. He was grateful for the outside noise, it seemed to dampen the weight of the memories but it couldn’t erase them. He’d been living here for a while but  had never gone out of his way to introduce himself to anyone. He wasn’t looking for friends. He wasn’t looking for anything really. But you had other plans.

You’d grown curious about your mysterious neighbor. You rarely saw him in the months he lived at the building but you could hear him through the walls. You’d hear him in the middle of the night gasping for air as he awoke from another nightmare. Could hear the sound of his boots clanging against the floor as he left to god knows where in the middle of the night. Listened to the small pained grunts he’d let out as he washed up after a day of work. You knew Frank's routine like the back of your hand, still you’d never met him before. It felt a tad invasive listening to him through the walls but it wasn’t your fault they were so thin they could barely keep out the noises on the other side. You don’t know what triggered you to walk over to Frank's apartment that fateful day but it was safe to say that nothing would be the same after your decision.

Frank didn’t have visitors. Ever. So when he heard a knock on the door on a random afternoon it surprised him. He’d gone into protection mode, the years of being in the army having forced him to believe all unplanned visitors were unwanted. Frank stood to his full height as he opened the door fully expecting to be greeted by some old enemy. Instead what he got was you. Your hands shook lightly as you held onto the tupperware container you’d decided to bring over. It seemed like a nice enough thought. Bringing some food over to your neighbor sounded like a hell of a good excuse to you but it didn’t stop you from being nervous. Your anxiety tripled the moment Frank opened the door, your eyes falling on him for the first time. He was huge. Much taller than you had anticipated and much more muscular than you’d imagined. You couldn’t help but think of how handsome he was. Frank glanced down at you, his eyes falling to the container in your grasp before moving up to your eyes.

“You need something?”

Gosh his voice sounded like heaven.

“Oh uh hi, I live next door.”

You gestured to your apartment door watching as Franks glanced at where you were pointing at.

“Okay.”

“Uh well i know we’ve never met before but uhm i ended up cooking too much food and i’m not one to waste a meal so i was wondering if…uhm… maybe you’d like some?”

You were stuttering like a little kid which caused Frank's eyes to soften a smidge. He glanced down at what you were holding his eyes trying to figure out what you were offering him. 

“It’s spaghetti and meatballs.”

Frank wasn’t picky but he was careful. He was used to having enemies which made him always stay on edge but the way you were shaking was enough to tell him you meant no harm. Frank reached for the food in your hands, taking the container from you. You played with the hem of your shirt, trying your best to keep yourself occupied.

“Thanks.”

“That’s what neighbors are for.”

You gave him a smile and Frank almost stopped breathing at the sight. He’d been too busy admiring your innocent features to notice the hand you’d stuck out for him to shake. Once he realized he hesitated for a moment before gripping your palm in his. Your hand was so warm against his. You told him your name and before he could stop himself Franks told you his. He told you his real name, not the shitty fake one he’d had to come up with. He expected your face to drop into a look of fear but you continued smiling up at him, seeming completely unaware of who he was.

“Well I'll get out of your hair. It was nice meeting you, Frank.”

And with that you walked back to your apartment, leaving Frank to himself. That day was the first time in a long time that Frank had indulged in homestyle cooking and the moment he put the first bite into his mouth he knew he was screwed. The PB&J’s weren’t going to cut it anymore. Not now that he’d tasted your cooking.

Since that day Frank and you kept crossing paths whether it be in the hallway or in the elevator or even at the supermarket. Basically wherever you went you’d risk running into Frank. You tried to brush it off as a coincidence but something told you it was more than that. And your gut was absolutely right. Frank had figured out your schedule and had made it his mission to run into you as much as he could. He wanted to talk to you but he didn't know how to go about it. 

Until one fateful day. 

He’d been laying in bed trying to read one of his books when his nose caught waft of a delicious smell. Frank got up from his bed making his way towards the scent. To his surprise the smell was coming from your apartment. He knew it was odd but he’d been itching to have another decent meal for ages. One of your meals to be more precise. And now that he could smell you cooking up heaven in your kitchen he couldn't resist. He knocked at your door lightly, his feet thumping against the ground anxiously. What the hell was he doing?

“One second!”

He heard you race over to the door turning the key before opening it. You were wearing an apron and your hair was pinned up so it wasn’t in your way. He didn’t know how to explain it but the homey nature coming from you made him feel calm.

“Oh hi Frank.”

“Hey, sorry for interrupting.”

“It’s okay, what can I do for you?”

“It smells like heaven in there.”

You blushed at the praise, Frank's words making you flustered.

“Thank you. It’s a family recipe.”

You glance back at the kitchen then at the small two person table in your apartment. It had been a while since you’d had company and you were sure Frank hadn’t just strolled over to tell you your food smelled nice. You’d reached out to him weeks ago and now he was reaching back to you.

“Actually… I could use some help. If you’re not busy that is.”

“Oh I wouldn't want to impose.”

“You’re not imposing. I’d like the company.”

You stepped to the side, holding the door open for Frank.

“Come on in.”

To your surprise Frank hesitated at the door for only a moment before entering your home. 

Frank helped you cook and the two of you enjoyed a pleasant lunch together. Before you knew it you were pulling out a bottle of whiskey and offering Frank a glass. The two of you moved over to the couch, the alcohol making your tongues lose. You spent the night chatting about things like you were old friends. Frank missed this. He missed talking to people like a human being. Missed being treated like a person rather than a machine. You were nice to him in ways he’d forgotten people were capable of being. It made him forget the idea of being alone. Made him crave something other than sleepless nights alone in a rickety bed. Made him wish he had someone to hold him again. Before he could hold back things started spilling out. He told you about his family, about the things he’d done, the people he’d killed and the truth of who he was. He’d expected you to run, grab a weapon, scream for help but you didn’t do any of those things. Instead you made your way over to him, placing a hand on his face and caressing his cheek. He looked up at you, the sadness in your eyes making his heart warm up. You felt for him. And in that moment it was like a damn inside him broke. The tears started pouring out of his eyes. All the pain and hurt he’d been hiding coming out all at once. You pulled him into your arms, your hands weaving into his hair as you shushed him. Frank latched onto your waist burying his face into your chest as he sobbed.

“That’s it, let it out dear. It’s okay.”

The two of you stayed linked in each other's embrace for a while before Frank sobered up a bit. He thanked you for the food and for listening to him and you told him it was your pleasure. He could tell you were telling the truth. Just as Frank was about to close his door you yelled out to him.

“Don’t be a stranger!”

And he knew there was no going back.

In the next few weeks you and Frank grew closer. Every morning he’d walk you to work before making his way to the construction site and everynight when he’d arrive there would be a container with food at his door. On Saturdays Frank would go over to your apartment for lunch and on Sundays you’d take him to your favorite restaurants. It was easy being around you. You didn’t push too much about his past and it was nice to not have to hide who he was. You liked having someone around and Frank made you feel safe. Just knowing he was on the other side of the wall in case you ever needed him made it easier to sleep at night. It got to a point that neither of you could be seen without the other and even though you didn’t know exactly what you two were you knew it wasn’t just friendly behavior.

One night you’d woken up to the sound of Frank banging on the walls as he screamed out in anger. You got out of bed, grabbed Frank's spare key and made your way over to his apartment. You knocked lightly on the door pressing your ear to it so you could hear inside.

“Frank, are you alright?”

No response. You knew about his night terrors, he’d told you about his bad dreams and the ptsd he had to deal with. The thought of him being alone when it happened tugged at your heart. You knocked again. Still no answer.

“I’m coming in, Frank!”

You unlocked the door, pushing it open slowly before entering the dark room. Your eyes adjusted to the lack of light from inside allowing you to see the rough outline of Frank's frame on his bed. You made your way to him, your hands moving to touch his shoulders. He flinched at your touch turning to look at you, a wild look in his eyes. His gaze softened once he realized it was you.

“You okay Frank?”

“Just a nightmare. Sorry I woke you. You can go back to bed i’ll be alright.”

He wouldn't be tough. Frank knew he wouldn’t sleep a wink after that dream. He'd just lay in bed looking up at the ceiling and trying to get those foul images off of his mind. You could tell he was lying. Of course you could. You’d spent enough time observing him to know the signs.

“Can’t bullshit me, Castle. Not anymore.”

Frank glanced at you as you gave him a small smile causing him to crack a slight smirk of his own.

“Can’t keep anything from you hum darling?”

“Lay down.”

Frank did as you said his body crashing onto the mattress. His eyes followed you as you moved to lock his door before coming back to his bed. You pulled the sheets over Frank's body, tugging them up so that you could move in next to him. Frank's brows furrowed as you laid down beside him and turned to face the opposite direction.

“Nothing bad is going to happen Frank. Not now that I'm here.”

Frank's shoulders sagged at your words. God you were an angel. What the hell had he done to deserve something so pure like you? You turned around to face him, your eyes finding him in the dark.

“This okay?”

You waited for him to kick you out but he didn’t.  Instead he pulled your body flush against his, his arms wrapping around your waist as you molded into his frame. You let out a content hum, snuggling into Frank's mattress.

“Night Frank.”

“Good night.”

Frank slept like a baby that night, the warmth of your body luring him into a deep sleep. It was an innocent gesture. The only idea in your mind had been about comforting a friend. Sure you liked Frank and if he offered something more you wouldn’t deny him but that hadn’t been your intention. Not initially anyway. 

It’s funny how fast things can change. 

You woke up the next morning to the sun shining through the thin curtains and making the room warm. You moved to stretch your body, pausing once you remembered where you were. Frank let out a small hum behind you causing you to recall what you’d decided to do last night. You’d been so focused on willing yourself to remember that this was real that you hadn’t noticed Frank's hand. There was no way it’d happened on purpose. Frank's hand was underneath your shirt. And that is not all. His palm was dangerously close to your breast. If he moved an inch he’d be cupping you in his hand. You closed your eyes as you let out a sigh. No way this was real. You had to still be asleep. Just as you were about to pinch yourself Frank stirred, his nose bumping into your neck as he moved closer to you. It was then that you noticed something was prodding at your ass. Frank Castle was hard. Hard and completely unaware of what that knowledge was doing to you. You tried to wiggle yourself out of his grip and spare yourself a weird interaction but the moment you moved you realized your mistake. Your hips had pressed against Franks hard on causing him to let out a groan, his eyes opening sleepily. Your eyes widened as they made contact with Franks who trailed his gaze down your body, eyes opening wide as he noticed what was happening. Before you could open your mouth Frank had sprang out of bed, his hands moving up in surrender.

“Ah shit. I’m so sorry I didn't mean to do that.”

You watched Frank stumble over his words as he tried to tell you that he’d never disrespect you like that and that he completely understood if you never wanted to see him again but that he was truly sorry. It was sweet of him to care so much but you’d be lying if you said you were paying attention to him rumblings. Instead your eyes were glued to his crotch. Frank noticed the blank stare on your face, his eyes trailing down to find what you were looking at.

“Oh fuck.”

Frank moved his hands to cover his hard on a blush staining his cheeks as your eyes found their way to his face.

“It’s a natural thing. It’s not your fault. Not that you couldn’t cause it i mean…shit i mean i’m not saying you’re not attractive enough-”

“Frank…”

“Dear god, I'm only making this worse. I just meant it happened other times too. But yeah you being so close to me didn’t help-

“Frank!”

Castle's eyes widened as you raised your voice forcing him to shut up. Now that you’d gotten his attention you moved closer to him, kneeling on the bed before reaching for his hands. You gazed up at him with doe eyes, your small hands wrapping around his large ones.

“I wanna see.”

Frank's breath hitched at your words a groan leaving his lips as he looked at you.

“Darling you don’t-

“I want to see you. I wanna see what I did to you.”

“Ah shit.”

Frank threw his head back as you moved his hands out of the way. You cupped his member through his sweatpants making him moan. You inched yourself closer to the edge of the bed allowing your feet to hit the floor before glancing up at Frank once more.

“You gonna let me take care of you? Or am I gonna have to beg?”

“Fuck sweetheart.”

You took Frank's flushed response as an answer, your hands grabbing the waist of his pants and tugging them down. To your surprise Frank wasn’t wearing any boxers which allowed his dick to spring free. You rubbed your thighs together at the sight, eagerly getting onto your knees in front of Frank. He towered over you and you couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to be railed by him. You’d find out soon enough. For now you were focused on bringing Frank some relief. Heaven knows he deserves it. You palm at Frank's dick for a bit before moving your head closer to his dick, allowing him to shove himself into your mouth. You struggle to breath, the pure size of him overwhelming. 

“Ahh, would you look at that? Taking me like a good fucking girl….”

You hummed at Frank's praise making him moan at the vibrations.

“You like that huh? Like listening to me praise you?”

You nod your head slowly keeping Frank's dick nudged deep in your mouth as you do.

“Well go on then. Show me what a good girl you are and suck me off.”

You do as you're told, moving your head up and down Franks shaft at a torturous speed. He liked it though. You could tell by the way the muscles on his stomach clenched at your movements.

“Attagirl.”

Frank's hand weaves into your hair, pushing his dick even deeper which causes you to gag lightly. Your hands make their way to Franks thighs, braceing yourself as he fucked your throat. Frank couldn’t help but watch his dick disappear into your eager mouth. He wondered,not for the first time, if this was real. If this was a dream he hoped he’d never wake up. 

Frank got lost in his pleasure, fucking into you faster and faster as he sensed his orgasm coming. He was close you could tell by how he twitched in your mouth but then, just as you were about to wrap your hands around his balls, Frank pulled out. You gasped for air you chest rising and falling rapidly as you glanced up at Frank

“What’s wrong?”

“Take your shirt off.”

You gave Frank a questioning look before doing as he asked. The second he caught a glimpse of your breasts Frank was a goner. You watched him wrap his hand around his cock before moving at a rapid speed. You didn’t understand what he wanted but then it hit you. Frank Castle wanted to cum on your tits. Wanted to mark your body as his. And you’d be lying if the thought didn’t make you fucking wet. You leaned on your palms allowing your breasts to perk up a bit more.

“Come on, Castle mark me with your cum. Let everyone know I'm yours.”

That was the last straw. Your words combined with the image of you on your knees tits perked up just for him made Frank's orgasm rip out of him.

“Ah fuckkk..”

You closed your eyes feeling Frank's seed spill against your chest and run down your body, soaking into your already damp underwear. You relished the sound of Franks moaning the thought that you were the one who caused them, filling you with pride. Your eyes snapped open when you felt a pair of hands latch onto your body. You glanced at Frank's eyes for a moment before pulling him into a steamy kiss. Frank's hands wandered around your body pulling you onto his thigh as he caressed your breasts, smearing his cum on you as he went.

“Such a good fucking girl.”

“Ah Frank!”

You gasped as Frank's lips latched onto your nipple, sucking on it harshly as you wrapped your fingers into his hair. You humped Frank's bare thighs, your need overwhelming you.

“Franky…”

“Yeah baby?”

“Need you.”

“Tell me what you need.”

“Fill me up.”

“Ah shit. Dirty little thing aren’t you?”

“Only for you Franky.”

“Oh is that so?”

Franks hands grabbed at your ass squeezing your cheeks roughly which caused you to buck against him.

“Franky pleaseeee”

“Patience. I need you to cum first. Think you can do that?”

“Uhhum but I need your help.”

“I’m right here baby. Take what you need.”

You understood what Frank was saying. You moved to straddle his hips pressing your clothed cunt against his muscular thighs. Frank guided your movements by holding onto your hips. You moaned as you found a good rhythm, your hips moving on their own. In any other circumstances you would have felt ridiculous about getting off on someone without them even touching you but the look of pure awe Frank was giving you made you realize you didn’t give a shit. You kept bucking against Frank until your legs couldn’t take it anymore.

“Frank…can’t anymore-uhu- so close.”

“Want me to help baby?”

“Please.”

God he loved the sound of your voice like this, all high and whiney for him. He could live off the sight of you all flustered and desperate, rocking against his leg like a bitch in heat. If he wanted to, he could be mean. He could let you get to your orgasm by yourself but the idea of watching you fall apart was much more appealing. So instead of torturing you Frank reached into your panties, his fingers latching onto your clit and rubbing the bundle of nerves. Two seconds later Frank's name ripped out of your chest, your cum staining his thighs as you reached your orgasm. Frank collapsed backwards pulling you on top of him as he went. The two of you stayed on the ground for a moment trying to catch your breaths. Franks massaged your scalp feeling your chest move up and down as your breathing became steady. 

“You okay darling?”

“Fan-fucking-tastic.”

Frank laughed at your words which made you smile. You looked up at Frank, your hand pulling at his beard and forcing him to look into your eyes. 

“One thing would make this perfect though.”

“Oh yeah what's that?”

“You railing the shit out of me.”

You watched as Frank's eyes darkened with lust, a smirk gracing his features. You propped yourself up laying your hands flat on Frank's chest.

“So what is it gonna be, Castle? You gonna fuck me? Or am I gonna have to take matters into my own hands?”

You punctuate your question by grabbing Frank's once again hard cock in your hand making him gasp at the feeling. In a matter of seconds Frank managed to get up, his hands wrapping around your thighs as he lifted off the ground. You let out a squeal when Frank threw you onto the bed before climbing on top of your body, his hands reaching down to rip your underwear off. You watched as Frank lined himself up to your cunt. He looked up at you with a smile on his face as he watched you gulp in anticipation.

“Careful what you wish for.”

Frank thrusted himself into you without warning, causing a groan to leave your lips as he filled you up.

“Ohhhh Frank….”

“Fuck darling-ughu- so fucking tight!”

You wrapped your legs around Frank's hips for support. Frank placed a hand against the headboard as he continued to thrust into you at a rapid speed. The bed frame creaked and groaned beneath the two of you. You were a mess of moans and mumbled words. Frank wasn't much better mumbling praises about how wet you were and how good of a girl you were being. Frank had never heard you curse before today but it didn’t surprise him to find that you had a dirty mouth on you. Especially when he started toying with your clit. His dick pulsated against your walls as they clamped down on him. One expert move of his fingers had you seeing stars, your mouth slackening as you moaned out his name.

“That it baby… that's it”

“Oh Frank, don't stop!”

He had no plan on stopping. In fact he’d keep you here all day if you’d let him. He’d fuck you in every position he could. He’d dine of your body for the rest of his days. He’d suffocate inside your thighs if that's what you’d want. Anything to keep you here with him. Anything to hear those pretty noises you made. He was close. You noticed the way his thrusts were getting more and more of tempo as his legs started to burn from the rapid movements he’d been making. Frank tried to pull out of you, fully prepared to cum on your stomach but you stopped him by pushing your heels into his ass. He looked into your eyes, his hair stuck to his forehead and his eyes were almost rolling back into his head but he managed to speak.

“Gotta let me pull out baby.”

“I want you to fill me up Franky. Remember?”

“Yeah but we didn’t use a condom.”

“Don’t need to. I’m on the pill. It’s okay, baby fill me up. Mark me with your cum.”

That right there did it for him. Before he could even respond, Frank's orgasm arrived, his hips moving frantically as he filled you up to the brim with his seed. Once he was done Frank collapsed beside you, careful not to squish you with his body. You threw your arm over Frank's chest snuggling into him as he came down from his high. You stretched your neck up leaving a kiss on Frank's cheek before laying your head back down.

“Thank you.”

“For the head?”

Frank let out a laugh. Always a jokester you were.

“For that too. But I meant for reaching out. For tolerating my shit. And for not running away.”

“I’d never run from you Frank.”

Frank placed a kiss on your forehead, his hands making soothing circles against your back.

“Hey Frank?”

“Yeah doll?”

“Can we make this a part of our daily routine?”

Frank's hand found his way to your chin raising your face so you were looking at him.

“I think we can fit it in the schedule.”

You smiled against Frank's lips as he kissed you tenderly. 

Thank heavens for that extra serving of spaghetti and meatballs.

[nctstar]

Hello!

I saw that your requests are opened so can you write something cute with a smut about period sex with Doyoung or Jaehyun?

Your writing is really good, congrats!!

hello! this is so late and you probably forgot about this already lmao but here it is! hope you like it <3 and thanks so much! appreciate the support.

slip

“You’re so cute. A real man isn’t afraid of a bit of blood, baby.”

“Still, maybe we should-“

“Already thought of that, beautiful.” He stroked your hair before reaching somewhere behind you to show you a towel. “Lay it out in front of you, pretty. Can you do that?”

pairing: doyoung x fem!reader

other members: nil

word count: 2.7k

genre: smuuutttt with a touch of fluff throughout

warnings: sexual content so minors please dni! everything is consensual and implied that reader x doyoung has discussed boundaries and safewords prior to the scene taking place + discussion takes place throughout, talking about periods and cramps throughout (reader has painful cramps and these are described), period sex, hard & soft dom doyoung, use of restraints, oral (male receiving), crying during and after sex, sex pausing because of pain, reader is manhandled + held down, sir kink, degradation (use of slut, whore, brat), spanking, pussy slapping, begging, sexual punishment, reader slowly slips into subspace towards the end, intense orgasms, penetrative sex (unprotected - please be safe irl guys), use of good girl, fingering + clitoral stimulation, squirting, profanity (f word, s word once)

disclaimer: this is a fanfiction purely from my (filthy) imagination. I don't know the nct members and don't claim that they act like this in real life. I also do not condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic.

a/n: happy new year guys <3 YES IK I said I would finish the old requests by the end of the year but...it got crazier than I expected so...anyways here I am. new year same old me (but worse it seems). I thought the markhyuckno and dojaejung fic was the most graphic nasty thing I could write but...here we are :D

Your dutiful stares were enough to send him over the edge. Thick, glassy eyes rimmed with black and adorned by lashes as sensitive as butterfly wings, fluttering as you whimpered. “P-please.”

Doyoung stood so tall in front of you, you could barely make out the outlines of his face, ones you knew so well. His slacks smelled of laundry detergent, and you gulped as he used one hand to press your head to the front of his thigh, another unbuckling his belt. The scent elevated your senses, thighs squeezing around nothing in anticipation. Your arms and legs tied tightly behind you with silky black ribbons, just the way he liked it, you were forced to balance on your knees, your body seesawing as he prepared himself. A cramp hit you then, and you shut your eyes, breathing through your mouth, letting it pass.

“Keep your eyes open.” He sounded emotionless, careless, like he wasn’t even looking in your direction, but you nodded anyway, looking up at his face. Bits of light in the room was now illuminating parts of his chin, the sharp lines of his jaw and nose. The hand behind your head contracted, fingers digging into your scalp roughly. You gasped, parts of your scalp now throbbing as he pushed your open mouth onto him.

“Nghhh…” you gargled noisily, your eyes silently pleading at him to go easy on you. But he persisted, even as your hands curled into fists, fighting against the restraints as he used your mouth as he pleased. Tears and drool ran down your face and onto the grooves of your collarbone, and that was when the next cramp hit.

The pain was sudden and immobilising, like a lightning strike on the most sensitive parts of your body. Your whole body jerked, and Doyoung’s hand release from your scalp. You cried out, doubling over, and you felt soft skin all over your bare shoulders. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

You began to cry softly, your stomach turning as embarrassment settled into your body. “Mmm, sorry, s-sir.”

“Shh, we’re not doing the scene right now, honey. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m sorry…” You rubbed your face on his shoulder, feeling his fingers quickly work to release you from your restraints. Once you did, your hands wrapped around his body instinctively, knees separated so you could sit on his lap. He patted your hair and upper back gently as you cried in his lap, the remnants of the cramp ebbing away inside your stomach. Once your breath slowed, Doyoung pulled your face away from him, but you still couldn’t look him in the eye. His thumb was gently circling the bare skin above the edges of your underwear. “Hey. This is for both of us to enjoy, right? If you’re in pain, we’re not doing it. And I’m not having fun either if you’re not, okay? Baby?” He kissed the top of your shoulder affectionately, and you felt your insides warm instantly, as if he had doused you in warm water. “Let’s get you relaxed and comfortable now, okay? What would you-“

“Doie, it’s fine. We can continue.”

“No, honey. It’s enough for today. There’s clearly something on your mind.” Your head snapped up to look at him, but there was no hint of frustration or anger lining his face. “It’s okay.” He rubbed up your arms, making you sigh inaudibly. “You don’t need to tell me right now, okay?”

“No, I…” You stopped, looking up and sighing, loudly this time. “I’ll tell you. I don’t know, I was just…embarrassed, I guess? But it’s not really a big deal, it’s just, well…something we haven’t really, um…” You were fumbling, playing with the bow on your bra as the anxiety rose up your body, threatening to silence you once again.

Doyoung’s plush lips pressed against yours, a clean, musky scent overtaking your senses. He squeezed your waist supportively as he pulled away.

You lashes fluttered as you spoke. “I’m on my period.”

Doyoung was silent for a second, maybe a second too long. Then, he sighed, resting back on his hands. “Oh, thank God.”

“What?”

“I thought you were gonna drop some huge bomb on me, like you had some weird fetish or something.”

“Doyoung!” You slapped his arm, making him laugh deeply. Your heart felt full as his face crinkled, your favourite feature on him being the way his entire face brightens when he smiles or laughs. You kissed his nose. “Thanks for not being weird about this.”

“Come on. Who would be weird about this? It’s such a normal thing.” Then, his face slowly dropped, darkened, and the worry started to creep again, tingling up the back of your neck. “Does it hurt? Is that why- oh.” He looked away, his hand slipping from your waist. “God, I’m such a jerk.”

“Wha- Doyoung, no. It’s not your fault, we agreed beforehand and, well, I thought the cramps would go away eventually! I mean, they usually do when I-“ You stopped, but Doyoung stared at you, willing you to continue. “What? What makes them stop?”

A blush crept up your cheeks, the exhilaration overtaking you as if you were 13 years old preparing to make your first sex joke rather than a grown woman who had just sucked her boyfriend’s cock for two minutes. “Um, well, you know. You know what they say about orgasms and cramps, right?”

Doyoung raised an eyebrow at you, before the realisation washed over his face. “Oh.”

You laughed awkwardly. “See, it’s so embarrassing, even if it’s not, technically. God, this is so weird. Let’s just finish here for today.” As you went to get off his lap, his hands pressed your hips down again, bare thighs slipping against his unbuttoned slacks. “I have a better idea.”

You looked into your eyes as your panty-clad core rubbed against the bulge of his cock in his boxers, making you shiver. “But if we do this…”

“Doie, are you sure?”

“Are you?” You nodded, almost too enthusiastically, which made him chuckle darkly. It was true that you were horny as fuck, despite the earth-shattering electric-shock level pain that was ravishing your body every now and then.

He grazed his lips on the shell of your ear, hot breath tickling the tiny hairs on your neck. “Good girl.” He gripped your ass with both hands, making you moan almost instantaneously. “We’ll play by the same rules we decided before then, okay? Promise me you’ll use your safeword, and tell me if it’s too much, okay? I don’t want to hurt you.” You muttered a mh-hm, starting to get impatient and grind against him, but he stopped your movements in place. “Words, sweetie. This is important.”

“Y-yeah, Doie. Fuck, I w-want it – I need it, please, sir…” You bit your lip, grabbing his hands to push them away from your hips and let you grind against him. Doyoung let go, but he hooked his arm around your lower back, other hand spanking your clothed ass harder now. “Oh my God!” The sting took you by surprise, and as he stood up, his shoulder pressed against your stomach, giving you some relief from the dull ache that came every time you were on your period. “S-sir, where are we-“

The wind whooshed out of your lungs as he threw you onto your bed, the covers warm against your skin. As you caught your breath, Doyoung slammed himself over you, throwing both of your arms above your head recklessly. “So disrespectful, speaking out of turn like that.” You bit your lip in response.

As he rose above you, you yelped as you felt your world spin again. Lying on your front now, you tried to move onto all fours, but a hard whack to your backside stopped you in your place. You yelped, feeling him push you down onto the bed and spank you three times in a row. The third hit make you cry out. “S-sorry, sir!”

Leaning over you, trapping you in between his knees, you felt a sharp tug at your hair. Your neck bent backwards awkwardly as he pulled your face off the bed. “A-ah!”

“Naughty girl, hmm? And what happens to brats like you, baby? I want to hear you beg for it.” The way the word beg fell off his lips, like poison from a vial, made your legs shake in anticipation. The burn in your scalp was overwhelming, and you managed to make out, with shaky breaths, “Please, sir, please punish m-me.”

You yelped as he grabbed at the plush of your ass, fighting every urge to move. “Please, please, I need it, I need this.” He pulled the waistband of your black panties down to your upper thighs with one hand, landing hits as he let his other hand keep your face buried in the sheets. “Stupid whore. Grinding on me like my cock is all you can think about. Is that right, baby? Is my cock all that you’re good for, slut?” His words made you melt like butter, your heart racing as the arousal that was now collecting threatened to send you over the edge too early. “Ah- fuck! H-hurts…” Your voice croaked. Doyoung paused, but his hand still pressed you to the bed. Realising he was probably waiting for a verbal all-clear, you wriggled your ass teasingly. “Sir, please, I deserve it. I’m your brat, please, please punish-“

The next few hits took your breath away, and you wondered how all of this strength was coming from one arm. Your eyes watered as he travelled down your thighs before coming back to the curves of your bare ass, now probably red on impact. Your body began to fight the pain, your hands gripping the sheets to keep yourself anchored to the bed. “Fuck, y-yes sir, I’m all yours, please, please, take me.” You babbled nonsensically as you felt yourself relinquish control, wetness now dribbling down your inner thighs.

When he stopped, you felt yourself breathe out, and in one go, Doyoung lifted you backwards so your back was pressed against his. The first thing you noticed was the pad that lined your underwear, now on full display. “Oh shit.” You scrambled to untangle your legs to throw it away, out of sight, making Doyoung laugh. “You’re so cute. A real man isn’t afraid of a bit of blood, baby.”

“Still, maybe we should-“

“Already thought of that, beautiful.” He stroked your hair before reaching somewhere behind you to show you a towel. “Lay it out in front of you, pretty. Can you do that?”

He was slipping in and out of the scene with so much ease. Tears sprung to your eyes for the third time that day as you unfolded the towel, leaning over to open it onto the bedsheets. “I love you.”

“Love you more.” He didn’t hesitate as he laid you down on your front, aligning you with the towel properly. “You ready, my love?”

Nodding furiously, you felt him push you down on your upper shoulders with a tantalising amount of strength. “Stupid brat is always ready for cock, right?” You moaned, loudly, making him groan and slap your soaked core. “Ah! Fuck, s-sir.” You felt his engorged bulb run through your folds, so slowly, teasing you with an agonisingly slow pace. “You need this to put you in your place, right?” Another slap, this time hitting your clit and making you cry out. “And where is your place, baby?”

As he landed another slap, you cried out. “U-under you, sir! I belong under you, stuffed with your coc-“ He thrusted inside without warning, making you arch your back almost involuntarily. Your brain catching up with the sensations now running rampant through your body, you began to cry, the tears flooding your vision as your body shook with the strength of his hips.

He mocked. “Cock so good you’re crying, is that it?” Doyoung slowed, signalling to you that he needed some sort of verbal encouragement to keep going when you were crying. He was always like this, no matter how many times you assured him you would use your safeword if it was too much. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, drool slipping out of your open mouth. “Fuck, please, wan’ cum, please.” You managed to make out these words as you climaxed, white hot pleasure running through your lower body.

Even as the overstimulation sunk into your body, you gripped onto the sheets, throwing yourself back onto him, not wanting him to stop. “Please! Please fill me up, make me, ah…” His sped-up thrusts and quietened demeanour could only mean one thing. As you felt his hot cum inside you, he muttered deeply, throaty moans and gasps escaping him. “Good fucking girl. That’s it, gonna stuff you full of me, isn’t that right?” You nodded dumbly, the pleasure overtaking all of your senses. You snuck one hand down your body, toying with your clit, as if your body had a mind of its own.

Doyoung slapped the hand away, grabbing both your wrists and pinning them to your back with one hand. “Filthy girl.” You whined, but a screamed ripped itself out of your throat as Doyoung pushed two fingers inside you, thumb pressing directly on your clit. “Fuck, wait, ah, too much…” You tried to wriggle away, and he pulled out momentarily to slap you hard on your ass, the sting on your already sore skin making you jerk off the bed. He released you from his grip. “Get up. Now.”

You were shaking, half confusion and arousal clouding your vision as you high-kneeled on the bed. “Legs out and hands behind your back.” You complied, aware now that your core was exposed. One of his arms snaked around your shoulders, fingers dangerously close to your boobs. “So you can be a good girl.”

“Mmm, only for you.” You kissed the skin of his arm, the one in front of you, and gasped when he pressed his bare body close to you. “Not getting my cock again, slut. But you can come. Only when I say so. Understand?” His free hand gripped your chin, strong enough to leave bruises. “Y-yes, yes, sir!”

“Oh, and, these,” he slapped the thin skin of your inner thighs, left, then right, “aren’t moving.” You nodded relentlessly, the waiting driving you mad now. When he pushed two fingers knuckle-deep inside you, slow but firm, you gasped, engulfing the air as if it would help you ground yourself. “Fuck, I’m all yours, p-please!” His pace quickened, and it took everything in you to keep your thighs where they were. They shook almost painfully, and Doyoung stopped, pausing to spread your own fluids over your inner thighs. “I’m so close,” you cried softly, and Doyoung shushed you, pressing kisses on your shoulder. “Good girl, you kept still for me. You think you can soak the towel under us, baby? Hmm?” Your thighs pushed together at his words, but you snapped them apart again, hoping he hadn’t noticed. “Sorry, sir! I’m sorry!” You felt yourself slipping slowly into subspace, kept afloat only by the arm that was wrapped tightly around your shoulders.

Doyoung cooed. “Obedient slut, aren’t you? It’s okay. We’ll keep going. You can come now.” You thanked him profusely as he rubbed firm circles on your clit. You gasped for air, random words flying out of your mouth without restraint. “Sir, feels so good, I- oh, I think I’m gon-, nggh, fuck, sir, it’s so much, please, please…” You came hard, seeing stars as you felt yourself let go completely. The feeling of the wet towel and your legs seemed to slowly bring you back to reality as you looked down, mortified. “Wait, did I…” your chest rose and fell. “Did I pee or something?”

Doyoung laughed delicately in your ear. “No, darling, you just squirted.” Your eyes widened as he pulled you closer. “You’re so pretty when you let go. We should do this more often.” You shook your head in disbelief. “Wow, I…didn’t think that was possible.”

“It’s gonna be hard to stay humble if you keep saying stuff like this, baby.” You laughed, anxieties lifting off your shoulders for a moment. You turned your head, moving your hair out of your face to kiss him deeply.

When you pulled away, he pecked you again on the forehead, cuddling you against his body. “So…you hungry?”

[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2023: October 30th

Day 30: Double Penetration, Hotdogging, Gape/Fisting

Agent Whiskey x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Mentions of anal, lubrication, anal stimulation, mentions of foursomes, dirty talk, fantasy talk, frottage, cum, anilingus, cunnilingus

**Hotdogging refers to the act of rubbing the penis between a partner's butt cheeks, but not penetrating the anus. This activity involves no penetration.**

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“You cozy, sugar?” Jack runs his hands down your spine and over the curve of your ass in a long, loving stroke. “Need a pillow under your stomach? I want you to be comfortable.” 

He’s eager, downright giddy to show you what this is. Hotdogging. Something that he had said would get you used to having someone touch you there, make you feel good even though the sensation isn’t what you would imagine. 

“I’m good.” Your body is pliant, loose. Limbs almost heavy from the times that Jack had made you cum with his tongue, his fingers, his cock. Despite Ginger’s throwaway comments about his prowess, you had found him to be a very generous lover. His theory was, he was always going to cum, unless there was something seriously wrong. You, however, it was his duty to make you feel good and duty was something that Agent Whiskey of Statesman Intelligence Agency took very seriously. “You aren’t going to put it in, are you?” 

That was probably your biggest fear. You’ve heard horror stories from other girls about guys who just stuck it in. They had said it was really, really painful. You don’t want your first experience with anal to be screaming bloody murder. 

“Not even the tip.” Jack promises. “I would slip in that little plug I bought you, but I want you to feel my cock rubbing against you. 

He had a plan. Mapped out for your approval, on how to introduce you to these pleasures. He was going to rub his cock through the cheeks of your ass, basically jerking himself off like that, something similar to thigh fucking, to get you used to having him there, so you don’t try to stiffen up on him. Then he would finger your ass, use a plug or beads, ect. Working you up to where you are begging him to fuck you anally. 

“I got that warming lube.” Jack leans down and kisses one ass cheek before biting it playful and swinging his leg over yours to straddle you. “None of that cold shit for my girl.” 

There’s a touch of pride in his voice, and you almost instinctively stick your ass up. Cunt clenching as you think about him sliding that hard, thick cock into your pussy, even though his cock is still wet from your cum. Addicted to his cock might actually be a thing. 

Chuckling to himself, he grabs the lube and spreads your cheeks apart to stare at the little puckered hole. Groaning when he sees you clench and imagines how tight it will be. He’s gonna make you love it. Make you want every kind of sex with him that you can have. So fucking grateful that he’s found a girl so willing to experiment. 

The lube is already warm on his fingers, Taking his time as he smears it between your cheeks enough to slick you up. Knowing that your cheeks aren’t going to gush like your little pussy does for him. 

Leaning over you more after tossing the lube down, Jack kisses your shoulder blade. “Gonna show you the world, sugar.” He promises, taking his cock in his hand and just above where he would position to slide into you, he starts to push through your cheeks slowly. 

To say it’s weird would be an understatement. It’s not something you are used to feeling, his thick cock rubbing though your cheeks, but it doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t feel bad. It’s odd, but your ass lifts and he groans, stopping his hips immediately. 

“Don’t do that, sugar.” He hisses. “Could accidentally poke it in and you aren’t ready.” 

Biting your lip, you nod, showing him you understand and drop your hips back down. You’ll have to stay still for this, somehow.

Jack stays on his knees behind you, pushing your ass cheeks together tightly and pushing them down a bit. Making sure that he has plenty of room to pull back before he could hurt you if the angle changed. Groaning at  how good it feels, the underside of his cock scrubbing against your little hole. 

“Fuck, you’re so dirty.” He huffs, “Gonna be my little dirty girl, sugar?” He twitches as he rock his hips, the lube keeping his thrusts nice and smooth. “Let me debauch you every way I can?” 

He enjoys the dirty talk, always has, and when he’s thrusting against some parts of your body, the filthiest ideas come to mind. 

“Gonna get Tequila and Rum in here one day to share you.” He pants, knowing that he would never do that. He’s not good at sharing a woman, and he would never share you. It’s just a dirty little fantasy that you both enjoy. 

You moan softly and he chuckles. “You like that, don’t cha?” He teases, watching as the head of his cock slips out on the other side of your ass cheeks, pushing through your crack. “Maybe I’ll let Rum suck on your tits and Tequila can lick your pussy while I fuck your ass. Would you like that, sugar?” He leans down and drops kisses along your back. “Work you up to fittin’ three cocks inside your holes while you whimper and whine like a good girl for us.” 

Jack has never done threesomes, and you both admitted that you wouldn’t like it in practice, but pretend is never a bad option. Your moan makes him grin, head turned and pressed to the sheets. “Yes.” You agree quickly. “Let all three of you fuck me full. Fuck my thighs, like- like you are now. My tits.” You pant out. “Cover me in your cum too.” 

He groans, twitching again as he imagines it. “You’d be our little slut? Let us use you?” He asks, continuing to rock his hips and he feels the way that your little hole has started to pulse, knowing your cunt is tightening down too. You’re enjoying this more than you thought you would. 

“Fuck Jack.” you whimper, closing your eyes. “You know I will do anything you want.” You promise breathlessly. Ironic since you had hard limits, but it’s fantasy. 

“Good girl.” He grunts. “Letting me rock my cock against that little hole. Imagining pushing inside you. Feeling you clench down around me. It’s gonna be so sweet. You’re gonna love it.” 

You hum, gripping the sheets as you imagine him fucking you like that. Experiencing something new with him. Because of him. Your life is so different from what you imagined because of one crazy cowboy sliding into your life like he’s sliding his cock against your hole. “You gonna cum, Jack?” You ask. “You gonna cum on my back? Or are you gonna slide inside my pussy to cum.” 

Jack groans again, twitching again as he steadily thrusts into your push together cheeks. You aren’t tensing up in fear, you’re trying to rock back. Obviously enjoying yourself or just enjoying working him up. “Cum on- on your back.” He groans. “Then I’m gonna tongue fuck your little pussy and that hole.” He promises. “Make you cum again.” 

He’s never pressed his tongue against your asshole, but the idea doesn’t sound so bad right now, making you moan. “Whatever you want.” You huff in agreement.

“Good girl, fuck, you’re so good to me.” Jack moans. “Letting me do this. Wanting to have me shove my cock into every hole you have and claiming it, claiming you.” He’s possessive, but he always makes you feel good. Even if it’s just using the things that he knows works for you. 

“Cum, Jack.”  You whine, pushing your hips up slightly and enjoying the way his fingers dig into the meat of your ass. “Want you to eat me out again.”

He chuckles breathlessly, ramping up his thrusts as he tries to comply. “It feel good, sugar? I bet that little pussy is drippin’ right now, soakin’ the sheets under you.” 

You moan, nodding. “I need, next time, I want a toy inside.” You gasp out, making him twitch even more at the idea of making this a thing. Adding this to the filthy, non penetrative things you can do.  There are times you want to cum, but you don’t want his dick inside you. He completely understands and was delighted making you cum but rubbing your clit with his cock the other month. It’s what gave him the idea to do this. 

“I’m gonna cum, sugar.” He pants. “Gonna paint your pretty skin with my cum and let it drip while I lick you.” He presses down on your hips, dropping his own as he starts to quickly fuck through the little crevice your cheek make around his cock. Desperate to cum now. “You want that?” 

“Yessssss.” You hiss, feeling the way his pace is stuttering and knowing that he’s close. Despite not being able to cum like this, you love the way it feels, how it makes you want to beg him to just shove his cock into your ass. 

Jack’s pace falters and he starts to groan, rocking his hips shallowly as his cum starts to spurt onto your lower back. Thick, hot jets of it splattering on your skin while he rocks through his high. Groaning your name sexily. 

You moan at the feeling, about to make a comment about how Jack can cum anywhere, when he’s pulling away. Making your eyes pop open in confusion until he’s grabbing your hips and dragging them up. His tongue diving into the crack of your ass to probe your hole greedily before sliding down to your cunt. 

“Oh, oh fuck, Jaaaaaack.” your eyes close again, moaning over how good it feels, even as his cum starts to cool on your skin. Hotdogging had been interesting, but you much prefer the eagerness of this cowboy’s mouth. 

[mykneeshurt]

Fields of Tulips - two

09 Soap x F!reader

All warnings are on the title page of this series

Chapter one

Synopsis - after a shaky first meeting with Captain McTavish, it’s time to meet your team.

A/N - Ghost and Gaz are based off 2022 MW, I prefer their characters/character models to 2009 MW2

Monday morning came round fast, your alarm buzzed at 6am and boy did it feel good to be back on base. To hear the dull drumming of boots on the linoleum floor, the laughs and banter from fellow soldiers filled the hallways.

Stretching your cramped legs you pushed your reoccurring dream to the back of your mind. There was no way it was about to impact on your first day. A new start. A new team. A new mission. It was exactly what you needed. Sheets were drenched, again, rolling your eyes you trudged towards the shower. Hoping the hot water would provide some solace from your lingering thoughts.

Make it hot … burn yourself … you’ll never be clean … they died because of you … you’re gonna fail today … worthless … pathetic

You did make the water hotter, the light sting of the liquid was enough to silence the thoughts that ravaged you. Every waking hour. Every fucking second.

Stepping out the shower you glare at your reflection in the mirror. You looked tired, a little gaunt even. A scar ran down the left side of your body …

Adam’s’ body led huddled into your chest, the fuselage of the plane dug into your torso, into your abdomen. Blood dripped from the open wound into a small puddle beneath you. It smelt strongly of iron.

You shook your head, and tried to focus on your next task. As you brushed your teeth the repetitive motion lulled you into a trance, up and down, left and right …

Your eyes were heavy, a sharp stinging pain raged within your body as you tried to move. The metal creaked and moaned above you, you tried to scream but no sound came.

Tears stung your eyes as you spat the toothpaste into the sink. ‘Fuck’ you whispered to yourself. Today cannot be a bad day. But it will be. Focusing on your breathing you counted to four, imagining a box. In for four, out for four. Trying desperately to cling onto your sanity, to cling onto normality.

- - - -

After you’d managed to get dressed you walked to the canteen, it was still pretty early so it should have been quiet. Except it wasn’t. The canteen was a bustling hive of activity, soldiers sipping coffee, scoffing eggs into their mouths ready for the day a head.

Keeping your head down you tried to keep to yourself, not to being any attention to yourself.

It lasted all of 2 minutes.

You felt something hit your back, something soft and moist. Whipping around you saw a soggy old banana skin at your feet, part of its rotten membrane coated your hoodie. Sighing you heard a chorus of sniggers and giggles coming from one of the tables.

You marched over, furious at the audacity of the person who threw it at you. As you approached you saw a group men eyeing you up and down. A lamb to the slaughter.

‘No one wants you here, Adams died cause of you.’ His voice full of venom penetrated your feeble armour. ‘Fuck you!’ You shouted, fists shaking from pure fury. The man slammed his fists on the table, the thud echoed in the canteen instantly silencing the busy conversations.

Within an instant he had you by the collar and shoved you up against the concrete wall. ‘Fuck you say to me? Fuckin murderer. Should have been you who died on that plane.’ His face contorted with sheer malice, spitting his words at you. You kept your voice low ‘I said fuck you.’

He slammed your back into the wall again causing your head to bounce off it. ‘I’ll fuckin end you, stupid bitch.’ Feeling your anger overflow you spat in his face, a smug grin spreading over your lips. The man wound his arm back ready to lay into you, fist clenched, veins protruding.

As he swung you managed to duck just in time, as you ducked you tackled him to the floor. The canteen erupted in a throng of cheers and chants, encouraging a fight to happen between the two of you. You managed to get a lucky punch in, your knuckles connected with the soft cartilage in his nose.

A grinding and popping noise rang out as blood started to stream from his nose. Just as you were about to swing again a forearm wrapped around your waist lifting you effortlessly. They placed you over their shoulder and stormed out of the canteen. Staring at the solider on the floor you flipped him off smiling at your lucky win.

As you entered the corridor you began pounding on the back of your captor. ‘Put me down! Who the fuck do you think you are?!’ You were taken into a small office, the door slammed behind you as you were thrust onto the floor.

Straightening up you were finally able to see who had taken you. Oh fuck. Of course. ‘Captain’ you said meekly, instantly withdrawing into your shell. You were fucked and you knew it.

‘You wanna tell me what the fuck that was?’ He asked standing over you, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. His face was stoic, not giving anything away but his voice was stern, he was pissed. You’ve done it now, see? Can’t do anything right. It really should have been you on that plane.

Brushing yourself off you chewed your cheek ‘he started it! He threw a mouldy banana at me!’

‘So you thought the correct thing to do was to tackle him to the floor and break his nose?’

‘Bastard deserved it. Told me I should have died in the plane.’

Soap pinched his brow and sighed heavily. ‘Alright, maybe he did deserve it, but it doesn’t give you the right to assault him. You aren’t judge jury and executioner.’

‘Oh? And what would you have done if you were me?’ You scoffed, crossing your arms. Mirroring his stance.

‘We ain’t talking about me lass.’

‘No that’s right. I’m the one who has to put up with this. I’m the one who was in that plane crash. I’m the one who sees their fucking faces every day, every time I close my eyes. Me. So excuse me if the way I stick up for myself is a little unconventional.’ Your chest was heaving. Who the fuck did he this he was?

Feeling tears start to sting behind your eyes you quickly darted around Soap. He tried to reach out for you but you pushed his hand away. ‘Don’t. I’ll see you in the gym.’ He dropped his hand and nodded, letting you leave.

Tulips. Think of the tulips.

———

After eventually calming yourself down you traipsed towards the gym, eyes still damp from your tears. Massaging your face you tried to calm yourself. The sound of punches and bare feet on mats sounded from behind the closed door.

This was it. Time to meet your new team mates.

Slipping into the gym you kept your hood up and slid onto one of the benches. Ok the mats were two men, one was a rather handsome young man. Young freshly shaven, a cheeky smile and a fantastic pair of legs. The other was a mountain of a man, broad and solid, he wore a mask with a crudely painted skull on it.

Soap and Price were talking amongst themselves as the two men beat the shit out of one another. You sat with your arms crossed, impressed at how nimble and fast they both were. Their movements were hypnotising, fluid. Each counter attack carefully calculated and executed, it was as if they were dancing with one another.

You were so lost in the performance before you that you didn’t notice Soap sit next to you. ‘You alright kid?’ He asked leaning on bis thighs. Sighing you took your hood down, biting on your thumb. ‘Yeah I guess. I’m not sorry for what I said, but I’m sorry for yelling at you.’

‘I get it. No need to apologise, but you should see someone. Just talk, see how you feel.’

‘I … I don’t know if I can.’

He remained still, mulling over your words. You felt as if he knew what you were going through, his tone was gentle. He wasn’t probing, he wasn’t being nosey, it seemed like he cared. A feeling you weren’t used to anymore. Maybe once upon a time, but not now.

‘I know. It’s tough. You can’t let it consume you though. You’ll lose yourself in it … trust me’ he half heartedly smiled at you. ‘Just think about it?’

You tried to smile back, but it came out as a grimace. ‘Yeah I guess I’ll try.’

‘Atta girl. Now, wanna come meet yah team? They been wanting to meet you.’

He led you over to the two men who were taking a break, the man with the mask regarded you closely. Eyeing you up and down as he drank the water from his scuffed bottle. ‘This is Ghost. Sniper, don’t mind the mask he’s an ugly fucker underneath.’ Ghost? Fitting. He’s got soap a glare but the corner of his eyes creased, clearly hiding a smile.

‘And this is Gaz. Chopsy, so don’t let him give you a hard time. But he’s one hell of solider.’ Gaz laughed, showing brilliant white teeth and a killer smile. ‘Nice to meet you love. Think you’re ready to settle in with us?’

You smiled up at him, he instantly put you at ease, his face was so kind. ‘Yeah, I think so.’

‘Boys this is Sargent Dunn. Sniper and demolitions expert.’

‘Demolitions eh? Gonna give cap the run for his money then?’ Gaz smiled, clearly trying to get a rise out of Soap.

‘You didn’t say you were in demolitions too sir’ you asked peering up at him.

‘Aye. Could probably teach you a thing or two.’ Fucker was getting smart.

‘Mmmm we’ll see. You don’t have the woman’s touch though. That I can guarantee.’

Gaz and Ghost both chuckled at your retort. ‘Oh and what would the woman’s touch be?’ He asked, head cocked, eyebrow raised. Holding his gaze you smiled ‘I always know where to find the on button.’ Soap smiled down at you, his normally stoic serious demeanour slipped for just a second. Gaz and Ghost let out a roar of laughter, you finally felt welcome. You felt no judgement after what happened.

It didn’t feel like home quite yet but maybe one day it could be.

———

A/N - fuckin hell this took ages to write lmfao I think the writers block is lifting. I PRAY

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[shmowder]

LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR POLY SERIES. i binge read ALL of them and I'm beyond obsessed!!!! the way you characterize both artemy and daniil is so amazing. everything feels so in character it's all my brain needs to squeal.

I've noticed that for the most part daniil ends up eating you out while artemy fucks or breeds you. And I've been wondering how it would be if they switched places? as in artemy eats you out instead and daniil is in charge of the penetration?

i love your writing so much and discovering your blog was like finding pure gold in a clump of hay. unexpected but much welcome

-🌈 anon

"unexpected but welcome" OFBQOXJAIJDJSJS lmao, nice to have you here rainbow anon <3

You noticed that detail! I do it deliberately, giving each character a subtle preference for certain sexual activities and how they tend to behave in bed. It helps make them seem more alive and keeps the smut different and refreshing for each new character, otherwise there are only so many ways to describe having sex before it gets repetitive.

That's why I assign them a trait or two, a habit in bed they rely on the most. You noticed how Artemy prefers holding you during sex the most. He prefers penetrative sex and doesn't care for receiving oral much, big dick problems and all.

smut below...after my monologue

Meanwhile, Daniil is nearly oral obsessed, be it receiving or giving. He rarely thinks of penetration when it comes to sex. He prefers fingering you or using his hands in general. He's also the least touchy in bed, but the most vocal.

Victor prolongs the foreplay, it's his favourite part above all and he tends to edge you for hours because of it. He's also extremely aware of the passage of time.

It's nothing set in stone. Just vague guidelines to keep things fresh. I want you to be able to distinguish between the characters through sex descriptions alone without me having to say their name.

Yulia stubbornly tries to push past her limit and comfort, she wants the "masculine" role in bed, the service caring top, even when her leg makes it very hard to hold these positions. You have to be the one to accommodate it otherwise she will endure the pain just to have you on her lap a bit longer.

Stakh–While I haven't written smut about him before, I imagine him to feel... undeserving of pleasure and attention almost? He neglects his needs and focuses on satisfying you. He tends to worship your body, touching it in reverence as his wide eyes gawk at your naked form. Shaking hands and tightly shut lips, he is the least vocal during sex but the most sensitive, touch starved even. He can shed a few tears from a particularly intense orgasm

I talked about Aglay and Big Vlad before. Anyway, you get the idea. So yeah! thank you for noticing this little detail <3

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Daniil taking Artemy's place

The size difference is the first thing you notice, the head of Daniil's cock seamlessly pops into place inside you with very little resistance. There is no painful stretch, no need for half a bottle of lube, and an almost hour of getting prepared by 4 of Artemy's thick fingers just to fit all of his girth inside you.

It adjusts to your insides clenching around it rather than the other way around, Daniil's cock brushes against your walls, slots perfectly in place.

The pace he sets is calculated, giving an experimental thrust as his hands ghost over your body. Testing the angles and observing your reaction with keen eyes.

Daniil makes a point to tell you before he goes in deeper, to inform you before he changes positions. He doesn't manhandle you around, rather coax your body into moving along with him, into following in his steps.

His fingers toy with your sensitive area, thumb grinding against your clit and circling around the bundle of nerves in rhythm with his thrusts.

Or having a steady grasp around your cock, trailing the sensitive underside and smearing the precum along the shaft. Watching it twitch and bounce with the movement of his hips.

His pretty face all flushed, a mess of fluffy black hair begging you to weave your fingers through it and tug, quiet moans slipping past his kiss-swollen lips. Daniil looks nothing short of mesmerising, half-lidded eyes filled with lust and desire.

Instructing you to meet his hips halfway, to touch yourself until you're tethering at the edge of climax before ordering you to stop.

Brushing his soaked thumb against your lips, pressing it against your tongue as he keeps your face positioned towards him, watching the drool seeping from the corner of your mouth as your whines and moans fill the room.

Rather than finishing inside, his cock slides out with a wet pop as he moves your hand to wrap around it. Jerk him off and you'll be rewarded with his cum painting your skin, stripes of white falling against your chest, stomach and pooling down your thighs.

Smearing it against your body, he makes sure to get a good amount of it on his hand before moving it between your thighs, using his cum as a lubricant to finish you with it. Watching you desperately chase your relief through his hand alone, like a sweet thing in heat, all needy and seeking his approval.

Your eyes searching for any sign of permission from him, pleading to allow you this euphoria he's tauntly keeping just out of reach.

"Aren't you being too harsh, Danya." Hearing Artemy's voice was akin to finding an oasis amidst the desert, "You poor thing, he didn't breed you like you're used to, did he?"

Your body eagerly melting into his familiar touch as the strong arms you're so used to finally find their place around you.

You go down without resistance when he guides your head by the nape to fall face first into the pillow directly next to Daniil's head, your bodies pressed together.

Artemy's cock sliding between your thighs, your hole clenching against the empty air, your body too well trained by him.

The delicious burning of being stretched on the head alone, before it's even fully in, an orgasm takes you by surprise as your insides convulse and overwhelming pleasure floods your brain, turning it to mush.

There's a surprise groan from behind you, Artemy not expecting you to clench this tightly around him so fast.

Your embarrassingly quick orgasm only surprised one of them, it seems, if Daniil's smug face was anything to go by.

"You were saying, Burakh?"

"Fuck you."

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Artemy taking Daniil's place

It was clumsy, the way his tongue swiped against your sensitive heat, experimental licks and curious touches.

But whatever he lacked in experience, he made up for in passion and enthusiasm. Artemy's could take all of you in so easily, the wet heat of his mouth felt heavenly against you.

There was clear frustration in his attempts to reach deeper inside, as if he could will his tongue into being longer somehow. No matter how deeply he buried his head between your thighs until his nose was directly pressing against your navel, he simply wasn't satisfied.

Without a warning, he lifted your whole body up as if it was a mere toy in his hands. Adjusting your position so your thighs are directly next to his head, he wanted you to sit on his face.

Truly sit down with all of your weight, Artemy didn't allow you the space to pull away or carry your own body. He needed you resting fully on him until breaking his neck becomes an actual possibility.

This new position gave him more control.

Allowed him to eat you out with fervour, as if you were his first meal after a long, exhausting day. The way he'd suck against your sensitive spots, swallow down your wetness, and savour every taste.

His hands massaging your thighs to get you to relax and melt against him more, squishing your hips, fingers digging into your ass and leaving bruises as he pulls you even more down.

Trailing up your sides, feeling your chest with the flat of his palm. His hands moved with a mind of their own as his brain only focused on eating you out, on completely overwhelming you with pleasure until you have no choice but to finish down his throat.

A haze clouding his eyes, the way his leaking cock is pulsing between his legs, screaming at him to touch it. Artemy has to supress his instincts telling him to slam his cock into you, to properly fuck you rather than just use his tongue to bring you pleasure.

But he won't... no matter how much he wants to. He gave you a word, and so he'll do his best to fulfil it.

It's only when your thighs press against his head impossibly tight that he's nearly suffocating, does he finally realise how close to the edge you are.

Artemy attempts to fit one of his fingers inside you while he takes your clit/cock into his mouth and starts sucking on it, flickering his tongue against it until you're losing your mind.

One finger quickly becomes two, they're thicker than the average person, and knuckles deep inside you by now. Brushing and grinding against your walls

Confident in their intrusive movement, as if he has memorised your body perfectly.

He doesn't stop or slow down as your first orgasm approaches dangerously fast, a rush of euphoria that quickly twists into sharp pleasure.

Overstimulating you until your thighs are shaking, his hand keeping your hips planted on his face, you can't escape as another painful orgasm is stolen from you in a row.

There's a feral look in his eyes, you've never felt more akin to prey than now with your most vulnerable and intimate areas exposed directly in front of his face, free for the taking.

You cry out his name, tug against his hair to no avail as he milks a third orgasm out of you. Your vision blanks out for a second, the only thing keeping you upright is Artemy's hand moving to support your back.

His hunger knows no end, insatiable desire to taste all of you, to choke down on your cum until your orgasms are dry or you pass out from the burning sensation frying the nerves between your legs.

Thankfully, neither will happen tonight.

"That's enough." Daniil's gloved hand dive shamelessly under your hips, taking a hold of Artemy's tongue like a misbehaving pet, harshly pressing down. "Look at all the mess you've made. Really, I expect that from a crude animal, but you?"

The hold on your back and hips finally releases, Daniil prevents your fall by catching you in his arms, gently lowering you to the bed instead.

It's only now that you notice the sharp teeth mark littering your inner thighs, the wetness covering Artemy's mouth and neck, how drenched his chest is.

You're met with the most satisfied look on Artemy's face, a sincere smile that has no right looking this innocent after all that he's put you through... Still, the sight of his usual glaring eyes being soft and relaxed for once is not something you'll ever forget.

It's hard to be annoyed at someone who manages to look breathtakingly beautiful after eating you out until you nearly passed out. It's so much harder when he calls you that endearing petname with his lovely deep voice.

"Shhh... you did well, Kheerkhen ." Artemy cradles your face with his hand, a gentle kiss against the corner of your lips, then your cheek, up next to your eye, and a final one against your temple. "Get some rest."

Your eyes flutter shut, and the world around you quiets down as you drift off to sleep.

[eeblouissant]

[Femme!Dorothy anon, this is a long mess and I wish I could articulate myself better because your thiughts are so interesting] yes exactly. Dorothy doesn't want to be associated with anything masculine, and she genuinely is not masculine. She wears the occasional tie and is straightforward and that's it. She is in no way masc in style or behaviour other than being tall with a deep voice. In fact she's very feminine, her style is entirely conventionally on trend femme as a younger woman and as an older woman she is still clearly feminine just not trendily so (her silhouettes are from older decades and her overall style is very unique for the time yet today looks almost proto Boho in certain respects- imagine a modern substitute arts teacher in a getup of hers.). Why it changed is something you nailed, the divorce hit her self esteem hard and I think facing the reality of that plus how she's treated in general drove her from her ideal style, she gets actively laughed at and mocked when she dresses up. So she's retreated to a compromise, a safe style that she feels comfortable in. I can't articulate my thoughts on the change in her whenever she feels nice in a glitzy gown but I know you'll see where I'm trying to go and how important those glimpses are. And to go back to behaviour, this is why I was actually thinking exactly of the scenario you brought up with the strap. She's a feminine woman who has spent most of her life not being seen as either of those things (and then having both tied to a teenaged pregnancy and marriage which is another depressing complication, her femininity and womanhood are by association denigrated as bad choices, moral failings to be redeemed by being a good mother and wife. what does it mean when Stan cheated on her, in this context?). Dorothy wants to be treated as a desirable woman, a lady, and that goes further than wanting to be seen as pretty in a dress. It's also why I think Rose would understand her far easier than Blanche, why I think Blanche would actually trigger her at some point, because Blanche blatantly sees Dorothy as a masculine figure. She puts Dorothy in a protector role, at times almost desexualizes her because of how she's masculinized her. I don't say this as hate, I love Blanche, but Blanche comes from such a specific and different world to the others and its not out of hate that she does it either, it's simply how Dorothy currently fits into her understanding of the world with the tools she's been given. That's really a whole other topic and I don't want to just shove a whole thesis at you that you might not agree with so back to the original point. Yeah, Dorothy wouldn't in a million years want to wear a strap or have a partner assume she wants to lead/top/penetrate. It would be so deeply, deeply humiliating to her in that context and the opposite of healing. You portrayed the exact opposite of this perfectly in your recent fic, you get what her fantasy would be. And I've vomited so many half formed thoughts at you I'm going to stop talking now. The only thing I want to bring up before I shut up is when they're in the Rusty Anchor bathroom because it kills me everytime on so many levels, seeing Blanche wrestle with actually seeing Dorothy as a beautiful feminine woman, how Dorothy clearly understands how Blanche usually sees her, and Dorothy saying she's jealous of Blanche every day of her life because God, that scene is practically this conversation we're having distilled with how the world sees Dorothy and how much pain that causes her. [This message is all over the place and so long. Please feel free to delete it or only quote little parts. It boils down to me thinking you're so right with your headcanons and meta.]

oh anon 🥹🥹🥹 hand in marriage asap because you just get me - oh my god, how could I ever delete or ignore an ask like this !!!!! I absolutely live for your thoughts always (I am in love, seriously, where do I even begin?)

Honestly - and this might be insane so hear me out - would it be too crazy to say that I think those few times when Dorothy does wear elements of a “masculine” outfit, it could possibly be tied back to her own internal struggle with how she presents herself & how she’s perceived? Like, she thinks that maybe the bullying will quit if she gives in and embraces it, if she takes it back and tries to make it something she’s in control of, to try and enjoy something she feels so deeply uncomfortable with (story of her life tbh) because maybe she’ll be able to drown it out then???? are we seeing the vision … just a little thought that came up after reading that first bit, I like angst a normal amount. I feel like there’s definitely a shift away from that “masc energy” as the show goes on but maybe I’m nuts - of course it could have been for many different reasons !!! But I do think it’s mostly a show of growth & shedding those insecurities / stereotypes / etc.

YES !!!!!!!!!! oh my god dorothy fits the 1920s silhouette sooooo soso well & I think that’s what she would say she gravitates toward if asked (on the surface of course. We know by now that the layers & hiding herself is a result of her past and the constant bullying - I do believe that she may also just genuinely find comfort in dressing this way on some level, I don’t think it’s all negative, but it is definitely rooted in insecurity. The fact that she isn’t the bitter type, going on and on about the body she used to have & how she used to look, is kind of shocking to me ? But also a very good example of her gentle nature!!!!! she’s a lot more sensitive and “submissive” than she lets on imo. Very very gentle soul, she is not what she makes people think she is and it’s so devastating to watch her never let that go in canon because we all know she never will.)

Oh my god exactly exactly exactly — like a lady !!!! I’m so glad you brought up Blanche here (and to the blanche enthusiasts, I’m sorry in advance, look away…) because, listen. I have and will always have a problem with the way blanche literally bully’s her constantly & also ropes rose into it a lot ??? like, does dorothy fire back at her just as harshly, yes. Is it (playfully) deserved on both sides sometimes, yes. But holy hell - it seems like every time blanche fires an insult at Dorothy it gets her right in that delicate place because she always puts up her walls so quickly, like she’s genuinely being attacked. And especially having comments like those come from someone like Blanche - the absolute opposite of everything Dorothy has ever been told is wrong with her. Can you even begin to imagine? This has been talked about a few times in the fandom but it’s a subject that makes me especially upset. Blanche is just so unreasonably harsh. I don’t blame Dorothy for some of the things she says to her sometimes I’m sorry 😭🤚🏻. That ep where they were sitting a the table talking about what they’d say at each others eulogy’s , after Blanche said she always felt safe with Dorothy in the house? Yeah, I dont blame her for throwing out that last comment, I would’ve too. Like wow, okay… ( for the record dorothy is not like exempt from also being nasty sometimes, she’s made some insane comments as well 😭)

Blanche most definitely triggers her, many many times we see it!!! It’s so heartbreaking and I could write an essay on the whole subject. And she HAS to be aware of how severe Dorothy’s insecurities are, Blanche is far from oblivious. She’s not stupid, the whole thing is kind of sick. Petition to stop beating Dorothy into the ground please ??????????? Holy hell ???? I absolutely 100% agree with you anon and feel very strongly about the subject. Of the four of them Dorothy gets it the worst idc - it’s sooooooo heartbreaking because she’s the last of them that can handle it, deep down. Yet another topic I could talk about for hours!!!!

I have manyyyyyyyyyyy many things to say on Dorothy’s insecurities playing a massive role in how she views & feels about sex but I’ll save them for my side account, for now know that you are SO correct anon - it absolutely would be humiliating for her (incredible choice of words btw - holy that was so spot on) and would most definitely end in tears. I’ve brought it up five million times now & I promise I’ll shut up until it’s actually published but this is expanded on in the second chapter of that same fic !! Promise to actually post it soon and stop teasing it every other post haha

[youremyheaven]

I love your horse post!💘💕

Honestly I’d love to see more discussion about yoni animals. Here are some of my thoughts that I wanted to share with you because I’m not sure if I’m misinterpreting stuff or not

(Yap incoming)

-Snake yoni are the type of people to like sex for the emotional connection rather than the physicality? Not that they don’t like the physicality, but rather they like how physicality connects them with that person instead of just the pleasure of it. For mrig specifically, you talked a lot about mars and celibacy which I agree with, but I know a lot of mrig moons with horse/buffalo yoni suns who are very sexually active and open about it, but it’s usually not very casual to them even if it’s outside a relationship

- A lot of cat yoni have sex only so that they can have children. You mentioned a while back in a post about how sex is painful for cats and vaginismus in cat yoni women, but also historically cats have always been a symbol of motherhood due to the fact that they can have large litters. Again I’m sure some cat yoni moons still like sex bc of other placements but still

- But then you have rat/hares who have such huge litters to the extent that they become invasive species. I can’t remember if it was Claire who said about how jyestha men are the types to have 1000 illegitimate children due to the hare yoni influence 😂 I feel like these ppl are the opposite of snake/cat yoni because they just have sex to physically satisfy themselves

-Elephant yoni are kind of private about their sexual attraction? Even though they’re one of the horniest yoni, they have this sense of dignity which makes them keep most of their sex drive to themselves. Not as in they’re conservative, you just wouldn’t have them pinned as a freak if you didn’t know them like that

-I have a theory that smaller yoni are more passive sexually, mainly because the smaller sex drive means they don’t have that “instinct” to tell them what to do so they’d rather have someone else do the legwork.

Might apply less to straight men because of how they’re socialised, they’re scared to be a little passive because it’s “gay” or whatever. I imagine this would create the kind of guy who expects oral from you but never wants to finger or eat 🐱. Need a field expert to verify that one though

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thanku cutie <33 i'll make more yoni related posts in the future hehe

Snake yoni being emotionally intense and having an emotional attachment to sex is vv true. I dont think they feel satisfied unless they have one of those soul merging tantric type encounters. Their feelings run deep and sex to them is super profound. i feel like that intensity can be scary af for others. Snakes are scary creatures and if you've watched snakes fornicate, you know that its a weird visual where they kind of merge into each other. This is precisely the kind of intimacy these natives crave, they want to merge into you. 🥵scary but hot

the Cat yoni observation is interesting and could be true. idk if it applies to Ashlesha as much bc I've never really met an Ashlesha who had any maternal desire lmao but with Punarvasus it could be true but something I've noticed is that even if they dont really crave/like/want penetration, Cat yoni girliesss love the foreplay sesh,, they love to make out, they love to touch and fondle, they're like cats,, they want affection on their terms basically lmao,, I also think Cat yoni girlies love getting head more than anybody else lmao 👀 for them foreplay is sex and penetration is kind of an afterthought. I also feel like this makes them pillow princesses lmao

I had mentioned this about rat yoni before but yes precisely. sex does not mean much to these natives, they just love the satisfaction they derive from it. their libido is extremely high and they seldom feel satisfied with just one partner.

elephant yoni folks being private could be true??? but i feel like they are the people who are KNOWN for being sexy af,, they may or may not express it openly (some of them, def do) but they are 100% known for their sex appeal,, its the largest yoni animal for a reason. like rihanna, revati moon and rising, angelina jolie, revati moon, megan thee stallion, bharani rising,, cardi b, revati moon etc i feel like they wear their sexuality on their sleeve and talk about it openly?? they ooze such big dick energy, both men and women??? so intimidating and hottt 🥵🥵

you're right about that theory of yours to some extent😉not all small yoni animals are passive, each animal has its own sexual nature, so there are many variations. like cat yoni is def passive and they're pillow princesses who will not reciprocate anything but rat/hare yoni and dog yoni are different from that?? not to let my Venusian men bias show but Purvaphalguni men (rat yoni) will literally cover your whole body in kisses and go to town on you without expecting anything in return,, they love to enjoy the female form?? they love to take pleasure in your physicality and sensuality. making love to you is what is pleasurable to them, not anything you can do for them. looking at you, touching you, feeling you, doing whatever they like with you,, thats whats fun,, so they are not passive in the slighest, in fact they're so passionate and over the top and truly nasty freaks.

Venusian men also love to give head 👀and dont really expect you to return it or anything,, im not saying they'll hate if you do,, except that they're doing it for themselves bc they want to taste you, not for any other reason 🙈

[auntie-venom]

Will of Fate

Chapter Three

Fandom: Star Wars: The Mandalorian

Story Rating: Explicit

Chapter Rating: Mature

Characters: Din Djarin x Original Female Character

Summary: There hasn’t been an unidentified spacecraft in the stratosphere of Arkadia in over two decades, let alone three in one day. Those skilled or mad enough to venture into the Chaos unguided were few and far between. That means no one has ever made it to Arkadia who wasn’t intending to be here.

Until today.

or

Din Djarin finds an unmapped planet filled with beings who have the same powers as the Child, but know nothing of the force or the Jedi.

Chapter Summary: Eziriel now has a concussed Mandalorian she has to get to safety and find out why he was even near enough to her planet to get here.

Word Count - 4,623

Chapter Warnings: Language

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A/N: Sorry for the week-long delay, had a friend visiting and we went on adventures. I am considering posting a copy of this as a second POV reader fic for those who prefer it. Would that be wise?

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this. Feedback and critique is welcome, I am trying to get better. Reminder this is unbetaed. :) 

Chapter three

The Mandalorian did end up sending the winch back down to Eziriel which eased her suspicions minutely and loosened the anxiety in her chest tremendously. She needs to know if he could be trusted and this was a minor assessment she put forth. She didn’t know if he threw the cable back down without a second thought or if he had noticed that the key to the speeder wasn’t in the ignition—it was definitely in her pocket—but she was thankful either way. She imagines he could have easily hot wired the speeder.

Her brief Infiltrator training had kicked in the moment she made contact with the unknown man. The responsibility to discover a person’s truest intentions in order to protect Arkadia was drilled into her head hard enough that she immediately casted her Will out. She is not nearly as skilled as others when it comes to using her Will to penetrate the mind, but she is able to glean emotions from others when she focuses. The problem was that his head injury is causing his emotions to jump in a disorientating way and her read on him is somewhat jumbled. He mostly cycled through panic, worry, and pain through the conversation she held with him on his ship, but he did have spikes in irritation from her verbal provocations which was a good sign.

Irritating a person of interest was her preferred tactic to elicit a truthful emotional response. It says a lot about a person when they don’t outwardly show their agitation or confront Eziriel’s vexing nature and it usually means they are presenting a facade to masquerade in some way. The Mandalorian not only physically reacted to her verbal jabs but he didn’t seem to hide his unease with her. She didn’t know if his authenticity could be truly trusted because it might be due to his injured state, but he did hold out an arm to ease her final ascent over the cliff’s edge which put a point in favor of trustworthy.

The man, like most adults, towers over her. He has a broad frame that displays his armor in a striking image. Each move he makes is self assured with no sign of second guessing. He keeps one hand resting on his belt while the silver armor gleams under the rain that pelts them both. The overall visage would be quite intimidating if she couldn’t feel the pain radiating off him.

After watching him scope his surroundings she activates her HolOmni to bring up a map of the local area. While showing him the projection she gives him a brief explanation that they were hundreds of miles away from civilization. She watches as his shoulders tightened and a resigned sigh left his vocoder at this information.

“I was staying there for the night and planned to head back to the capitol in the morning,” she says, pointing at the beaming light at the top of the beacon station that she previously exited in a rush. “You are welcome to join me.”

The T shaped visor of the helmet locks on her for a moment before dipping his head in agreement. He’s not much of a talker, it seems. It must be a Mandalorian thing because Rezzik also uses a silent demeanor when interacting with new people. She remembers when she was a child she asked him about why he was so quiet in public when he was a great storyteller at home; “People reveal who they are in silence,” he had said. She didn’t understand and hated the answer at the time, but that insight helped her misdirect authority figures who used that same silent tactic when she grew into mischievous adolescence. Knowing how the mind game worked before being forced to play it gave her an advantage that others did not.

The wind picks up and the storm rages a little stronger by the time she loaded him and tied his metal pod onto the back of the speeder. She feels the exhaustion of the being inside the pod and concludes they must be unconscious from how deep in sleep the mind is. There isn’t even the little spill of emotions from dreams most beings have when they sleep. Poor creature must have unwillingly gone under.

Glancing up at the Mandalorian she notices him holding himself very stiffly and he keeps correcting his head from swaying. She clocks this behavior and pulls up her visor so she could keep track of his vital signs while she drives. With a quick weighing of the pros and cons she sent a command into her HolOmni to have CHI sync her comm to the one in his helmet just in case they need to communicate on the ride. She didn’t want the man to fall off the speeder and injure himself further. Amarian would never let her live that down.

She kicks the speeder to life and makes sure to start off slowly so he can get used to the speed and balance. He grips the side handles tightly so she tries not to take turns too quickly. His head injury must be messing with him worse than she imagined and she makes a mental note to get the medkit to him immediately. About halfway there she notices his blood pressure dropping suddenly again and so she used the tactic that worked to stabilize him last time: annoyance.

“So my lovely Lori, you crash onto planets often or are we just lucky enough to get your handsome self?” She feels his larger frame jolt back into a firm stance and she watches as his blood pressure rises then stabilizes once again. She’d bet he had a hand on his blaster again, but didn’t look to verify her theory.

“How the hell are you in my helmet comms?” His unmodulated voice is a pleasantly low timbre. Through her earpiece she can hear the irritation in his voice and she feels his emotions match it. Still being authentic.

Good.

“Clever, remember?” She gives him a quick smirk over her shoulder and feels his irritation spike.

“Intrusive is more like it,” he grumbles back and she chuckles at him.

“Sorry Silver, I am bound to your safety,” she shrugs her shoulders, “and according to your vital signs it seemed like you were on the verge of going unconscious again. I had to keep you awake somehow.”

“And slicing into my helmet’s comms was your only way?” His voice seemed a little less slurred.

“It was the more fun option.” She smiles at the annoyance bleeding deeper into his emotions, “I mean, it also wasn’t exactly the most safeguarded.”

She hears a scoff that probably would go unnoticed if she weren’t directly in his comms. “What does that mean?” There is an air of offense in his reply.

“It means that anyone with a processor could get through that firewall if they had half a brain and an understanding of syntax patterns,” she verbally baits, and takes a turn a little harder than necessary hoping to keep him engaged and on his toes.

“I’ve never had a problem with my frequencies being hijacked before,” he states.

“Are you saying I am special?” She gives him a dramatized gasp, “You flatterer.” She smiles to herself at his heavy sigh as they pull up to the beacon station.

The door was still ajar and foliage and rain had made it into the entrance. She kicks as much of the mess back outside before dimming the interior lights in hopes to not make his concussive state more painful. She turns to invite the Mandalorian in and finds him right behind her and his helmet locked on her and the pod hovering next to him. She steps aside and gives a dramatic presentational bow to invite him in.

The ground floor of Ga’ladora Beacon Station is a cozy space. The main room has a small sofa that sits opposite of a round table. Along the back wall houses a small kitchenette and the storage cabinets of tools, emergency supplies, and the rations that were kept in all the stations. On one side of the room lay doors to a refresher and a small room with bunks while the other side is a staircase that ran along the wall that spiraled up to the top of the tower. Under the curved wall of the staircase lies the open utility door and the tangled mess of cables she left behind in a rush. She lets out a curse and rushes to deactivate the soldering iron that blackened the stone floor.

Glancing back she notices the Mandalorian standing just inside the entrance with the door still open. She reaches a hand in that direction and Wills the door closed, causing his shoulders to stiffen at the noise. She disregards him and peels off her drenched cloak, laying it on the back of a chair, and makes her way to the supply cache. Pulling out a medkit she gently sends it to the table with her Will before turning back to dig through the supplies for the kettle.

“I’m going to make some tea to go with these tasteless rations.” She pulls out the found kettle and turns to smile at him, “The fresher is through the door on the right if you want to use the medkit for your wounds. There should be some bacta injections for the head injury, and I can do some basic first aid if you need.”

He makes no movement from the entrance and she tilts her head at him curiously at the feeling of surprise coming from him. Her look seems to shake him out of his stupor and he grabs the medkit before disappearing to the refresher with that metal pod tailing him. She makes a face to herself at his behavior before setting up the kettle and pulling out rations.

While the kettle is brewing Eziriel takes a moment to fully go through what has happened this evening. The Cloak of Arkadia went down enough to allow undesignated ships into the planet’s airspace. She would guess that error had something to do with the odd signals she was receiving back in Helix from the south eastern beacon stations. It had been a three week journey to check all the stations in the quadrant and this was the last beacon station on her list. Every unit so far was fully functional upon her inspection and she was hoping to discover the source of the mystery readings here. Now that she was behind schedule she hoped she would get her answer tonight without losing too much sleep.

This malfunction was worrying enough as it is, but adding the possibility that the TIE fighter that got away could very well bring back more was disastrous.

“CHI-CHI, have Amarian send a drop team to the area the TIE fighter went down in. We don’t want any activated tracers bringing the Empire our way.” She gives a sigh at the thought before continuing, “We also need to make sure there aren’t any kriffing Imps on our planet from the wreck. It went down hard, but you never know.”

“Quite right,” CHI responds back from her HolOmni.

The kettle beeps and she goes to get mugs and tea bags while she tries to think about what to do about her new companion. She pulled a Mandalorian out of the wreckage of his own ship, bound herself to a man she doesn’t even know in order to gain his trust, and now she has to navigate the bureaucratic minefield of getting an unsanctioned person planetside when the person is already here. She’d rather spend three more weeks doing manual diagnostics scans on the beacon stations than have to play politics.

“King Amarian wants to know if he needs to send a real Infiltrator to interrogate the Mandalorian,” CHI’s bored voice fills the quiet space once more. She doubts that Amarian worded the offer quite like that.

“I’ll vet him, no worries.” She says with a shrug no one sees as she pours the boiling water into the mugs.

“Ahh, yes. The stamp of approval of a failed Infiltrator will pass screenings, surely,” they snark back, causing Ezirial to roll her eyes.

“Kindly, go suck some malware CHI,” she says as she drops a tea bag in each cup and turns around with both mugs in her hands to see the Mandalorian standing by the table. “Damn Silver, you are silent for a giant man of metal.”

“You were preoccupied.” He is giving her the opportunity to be honest about discussing him and she appreciates it over flinging accusations.

“Had to get a team to check out the TIE fighter wreckage. We don’t want any Imperial rubbish on this planet if we can help it.” She walks over and sets down the mugs and ration packs before sitting. “We have a very tight passage control on this planet. The fact that you are even here uninvited is a first, to my knowledge.”

She gestures to the food as an open invitation to sit and eat and he doesn’t move. She looks up at him in mild confusion at him just staring at her without doing anything. She reaches out and finds his emotions are less erratic, meaning his head is clearer and that bacta shot must have helped. He is giving off a solid stream of suspicion and curiosity.

“Uhhh, are you going to eat? Or–OH!” She interrupts herself with a memory of Rezzik explaining to her about Mandalorian how armor etiquette varied among the houses and clans. He grew up in House Jexum of Clan Borean that only wore helmets as a signal to inform others that they were in the presence of warriors, usually at training, war, or among enemies. Eziriel jokingly calls it “warrior mode” when she sees Rezzik with his helmet on which usually earns her a playful flick to the ear.

She gestures at the sleeping quarters and Wills the door to open with a groan.

“If you’d like, you can have your meal in there if you are from one of the clans who are persnickety about helmet removal.” She wiggles her fingers toward the door. “We can still talk if you want to keep the door open a smidge. You can even place this chair behind the door and sit on it to make sure I won’t barge in,” she says with a gentle smile.

He takes a moment to weigh his options before just sitting down at the table across from her and ignoring his meal. So that is a different level of trust that we are not at, got it, she thinks.

“So I need to be interrogated to be allowed to be on this planet?” he asks outright. She hums in affirmation into her mug.

“Typically.” She gives him a tired look before continuing, “Usually newcomers, like yourself, are sponsored by someone trusted and then we send agents to meet the newcomers offworld to do a few screenings. If they pass that then they are allowed to come here, but will have to tolerate drop-in screenings to make sure they can truly be trusted.”

“This planet wasn’t on any star charts I’ve seen, why all the secrecy? Where am I?” He props an arm on the table and leans his giant frame in almost like he is trying to intimidate her.

“Arkadia, ‘The Soul of the Galaxy’!” She spreads her hands in the air and wiggles her fingers in sarcastic exuberance and gives him a bright smile at the planetary slogan. After not getting a reaction from him she picks up her ration and continues, “This planet is deep in wild space and has been hidden to anyone who isn't our ally for thousands of years.”

“Why?” He asks.

Eziriel looks at him and casts her Will out once again to get a feel on him. There is a small hum of desire and confusion that usually correlates with curiosity. With no signs of maliciousness, she decides to be honest. She tells him a quick version of the planet’s history of being very rich with very rare elements of all types and how Arkadia was once a target of exploitation nearly a thousand years ago but was lucky enough to be able to hold off attacks and set up defenses which rulers used to lock the planet down for centuries after the attacks. She explains that after years of isolation, elected rulers of Arkadia opened the passage more with each generation until the fall of the Republic where they once again locked down; and how only recently with the destruction of the Empire were there talks about opening passage more once again.

She is finished with her rations and his tea is cold and over-steeped by the time she is done, but she keeps her focus on his emotions the entire time. Overloading information on a person is another one of her favorite tactics in getting an honest read. It’s harder to mask if you spike with emotion on a specific statement when someone is repeatedly hitting you with more and more information. His emotions stayed within the curious spectrum with nothing ever setting him off into another direction.

“Our secret keeps Arkadia alive. That’s why we are hidden.” She finishes before standing up to discard her rubbish.

“I understand,” he finally says almost gently through the vocabulator.

“Can I ask you some questions now?” She watches his shoulders tighten before nodding at her. “What’s a space like you doing in the wilds of man like this?” She asks with a smile hoping to break some of the serious tension. She can’t tell if the huff he makes is a sigh or chuckle but his shoulders loosen a little. She is enjoying the reactions from him, he seems a little wound up.

“Would you believe me if I said it was an accident?” His voice is deep and raspy, less stilted than earlier.

“My brother would say ‘there is no coincidence, only Fate’s Will’, but I find that mindset a little binary.” She moves over to the mass of cables she made a mess of, pulls out the glowrod to help her work in the dimly lit room and plugs her HolOmni’s scomp link in to restart her manual diagnostic scan.

“I was tagged by a TIE patrol squadron and I didn’t want to chance an uncalculated jump across unknown space so I cut through an asteroid field—”

“Wait,” she interrupts with wide eyes. “You flew through The Kusheri Asteroid Belt? Maker’s tits!” She whistles out an impressed tone before continuing, “It has odd gravity pockets caused by certain asteroids' electromagnetic fields. Our pilots usually wait until it passes before flying out and an offworlder just flew in on a whim.”

“Less of a whim, more a tactical desperation,” he says with the lightest tone she has heard from him so far as he crosses his arms and leans back in his chair. She unexpectedly falls into a full laugh at his witty explanation.

“Impressive, nonetheless,” she says to him as she digs out the datapad from the mess she left behind. She starts organizing the mess into piles of importance as her datapad gathers the readings from her HolOmni. He silently watches her as she murmurs to herself the list of things to check before starting her work. “So does the Empire have a bone to pick with Mandalorians or are you just special?”

There is a moment where the tension snaps back into the air. He lets the silence hang while she pretends a cable is more important to her than it actually is. She feels the rumble of anxiety in his emotions. He is special, but whether he is going to be truthful with her remains to be seen.

He remains silent.

“Right.” She nods at him. He is choosing to not lie to her but he also doesn’t want to give her the full truth. “Well, as long as The Cloak or Arkadia functions like it’s supposed to then you are safe here.” She turns back to get back to work before adding softly, “As far as I’m concerned, any enemy of the Empire is a friend to me.”

She asks a few more mundane questions that he answers honestly after she clarified that she has to ask these questions in order to clear him: Where did he grow up? Concordia. Makes sense after the purge, she thinks. Are you a part of a family, house, or clan? Clan Mudhorn. I’ll ask Rezzik if he knows them, she makes a note to herself. Any affiliations with other planetary system’s government? No. She smirks at his tone of disgust.

After pushing through some of the boring questions she lets the sounds of the storm fill the room once again as they both digest the information they’ve given each other. He watches her as she physically examines each cable, capacitor, fuse, and any other sort of connection before placing it back into the wall in a neat and orderly arrangement. She is over halfway through the mess when her datapad alerts her to the completed scan. She picks it up and she feels her stomach tighten as she reads.

That can’t be right.

“Everything alright?” His modulated voice breaks the silence.

“Someone hijacked my system,” she replies in an astonished voice before digging into the section of the hardware where the datapad claimed the problem was.

“Not a great feeling, huh?” There is a level of smugness in the gruff voice that would normally amuse her in any other situation, but her panic dulls the enjoyment.

“I think compromising a planet-wide defense system is a little more detrimental than me kriffing with your comms.”

She runs her hands along the supposed problematic snake of cables until she finds the anomaly that she can’t place. Under the casing of a batch of cables where wires input into a relay is an oblong device the size of her palm. There are no switches on the device, only two inputs and some lights along the side of the device that remain off due to her shifting The Cloak to emergency power.

She sees the wires that were input into the device had been stripped and spliced to fit into it. She carefully disconnects the wires and pulls the device free. She pops the casing at the seams to get a look into it. It’s well built with the circuit board having rudimentary soldering but organized overall and under one side of the shell is a manufacturing stamp.

Eziriel’s manufacturing stamp.

“What the bantha shit?” her voice cries out louder and higher than she expected.

This came from her lab. The lab that she was head of. The lab that only put out specific productions that she approved of. The thought of This is impossible is stuck in a loop in her head as her brain tries to catch up with this new information.

She breathes through the panic at seeing her designated stamp as she puts the device in her front overall’s pocket as she goes to repair the wiring to get the beacon back up on primary power. She did not approve of whatever this thing is and if it was the origin of the malfunction of The Cloak then this will be traced back to her. This is a problem.

The Mandalorian remains silent as she does the repairs, finishes her inspection, and checks her datapad’s scans all the while Eziriel mumbles to herself. By the time she gets all the tech back into the panel and has CHI switch back to primary power it’s well past midnight.

She turns around to see the figure still sitting in the chair and his helmet locked on her. He tilts his head in what she recognizes from Rezzik as a silent, but prodding, question. She walks over to the table setting the device down before dropping herself in the opposite seat and meets the black void of his visor.

“This device was trying to lower the planetary shields, which is how you got in.” She rubs her face in exasperation before continuing, “It has my seal of approval.”

“Which you didn’t give,” he surmises.

“Which I didn’t give,” she confirms and he bobs his head in acknowledgment.

She can’t do any digital forensics here, she doesn’t have the correct adapter for her HolOmni’s scomp link to have CHI read the circuit board and she tells the man as much.

Silence falls over them as she feels the wave of panic start to rise for her throat. She feels the spiraling thoughts begin to run amuck in her head. This is bad. This is treason. No one will believe it wasn’t you. You are going to be—

“C’mon Eziriel, get your shit together,” she interrupts her thoughts with a mumble to herself. She quickly catches the panicked sob that was making its way to her throat. She rubs at her wet eyes and breathes through the anxiety, before addressing the Mandalorian across from her. “Okay, I am going to focus on getting you safely to Helix and settled at home while I get your passage approval underway. You’re gonna be fine.” She says in a forced chipper tone and a strained smile not knowing if she was reassuring herself or the Mandalorian. Focus on what you can control.

“Is that your name?” He asks before clarifying, “Eziriel?”

“Wha—Oh! I’m so sorry! I’m Eziriel Kaita, an honor to save you from the wreckage of your ship,” she says with a dry smile and forced cheek before holding her hand out for a handshake. His helmet moves in a way that almost resembles an eye roll but he takes her hand in a firm shake.

“I allowed you to assist me in an evacuation,” he says as his leather covered hand retreats from hers and rests on the table.

“Of course,” she says with a tired chuckle. She waits a beat before asking, “And your name is?”

There is a stretch of silence that Eziriel is becoming familiar with. She waits patiently before he finally answers her.

“People call me Mando.” He crosses his arms and leans back in the chair.

“Mando as in short for Mandalorian?” She gives him a pinched look.

“Yes.”

“Is that your name though?”

“It’s what I’m known by,” he says with an exhausted tone and a shrug.

“Well that’s just lazy.” He gives her a questioning helmet tilt and she continues, “That people call you by what you are. Beings are more than their designation.”

“You’ve called me ‘Lori’ multiple times.”

“Yeah, but that was just to get a reaction from you.” She pouts a little when she realizes he isn’t going to give her his name. “Well, I’ll let you have the bunk room so you can feel comfortable and lock the door. Let me just grab a blanket and a pillow.”

She goes to get what she needs to sleep on the common space sofa while he stands up and gathers the rations she had given him earlier in the evening. He directs the floating pod into the room once she exits and gives her a nod at her melodic wish for sweet dreams.

Eziriel easily fits on the small sofa and turns the lights off once she hears the bunk room lock engage. In the darkness with the storm finally dying out she tries to think about finally coming home to Helix or the Mandalorian with the nice voice but the stomach dropping thought of The Cloak’s sabotage keeps sleep out of her reach.

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[my-fool]

Just collecting my thoughts... nothing scary but vague allusions to sexual trauma and ptsd symptoms

For 3 nearly 4 years ive been working hard to destigmatise sex in my mind and reduce the panic and fear that immediately flooded and immobilised me whenever sex was mentioned especially in relation to myself.

I made a looot of progress, reducing physical symptoms. Now, when im aroused, I no longer have intense physical pain in my pelvis, and arousal doesn't make me feel *as* intensely nauseous (it does sometimes, but I no longer start retching).

Actually sidebar that is so strange because I used to assume that was normal because I thought it was just overwhelming stimulation made everyone nauseous but other overwhelming stimulation (bright lights/noises) don't usually make me nauseous unless I'm already having a migraine so it's not even true for me?? Let alone everyone else? What kind of world would we live in if sexual arousal made everyone feel like they had food poisoning lmao

I still get vaginismus so intensely that it gives me very sore pelvic muscles sometimes if I dont conscious relax every minute or so. But vaginismus is so common that it could be coincidental anyway. Even if it isn't, the only way to solve it would be dilaters and any kind of vaginal penetration would be a Not Under Any Circumstances for me.

Anyway we've moved from sex awful to sex neutral... but the idea of having sex with someone willingly seems like such a daunting prospect. I find it so hard to imagine being that kind of person.

It makes me sad because I don't think I'll ever have a relaxed or natural attitude towards sex. Even if, in a couple years, I move the needle towards having a more-positive-than-negative attitude to sex, in order to actually sleep with a partner the level of trust would have to be on par with marriage worthy material.

And that's *if* I don't prematurely sabotage the relationship beforehand. A two years ago I turned down a girl I actually kinda liked, just because I knew I had such a huge amount of baggage surrounding sex (and they were sexually active) that I was petrified of getting to that point and being unable to meet them there. I couldn't trust myself to be able to communicate with them or act in a logical, reasonable manner because sex hits the Random Painful button in my brain and I act like a dog with a sparking shock collar.

Maybe someday.

Because my trauma happened so young, I never got to develop normally, so I've never had a simple relationship to sex. I don't know sex outside of a cold type of observation of the most painful parts of myself.

Most people seem to like sex so I'm open to someday liking it too. But I think a lot of peace comes from accepting that that might never happen, and getting to the point where the thought of sex no longer hurts me is more important than pushing myself to conform into a shape that society accepts.

Anyway, I lied. I don't like sex. Eat this rotating hamburger instead

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

238 of 2023

Yet another TMI as I got too much of them XD

   First kiss?

I thionk it was with Jay, I was 22 then.

   First time masturbating?

Consciously at the age of 15. I guess so.

   First sex toy?

Something my husband gave me, but I’ve never been interested in using it.

   First kink tried?

Nope, I’m a boring guy.

   First time doing oral?

With my husband, I was 28.

   First time having sex?

With Nielsje, I was 24.

   Turn Ons    Biggest turn on?

Eyes, omg. I love guys with pretty eyes *.* arms and thighs seem to be the closest second.

   Biggest turn off?

When someone stinks.

   Quickest way to get horny?

Biology lol. Like, really. Touching is enough.

   Weirdest thing that ever turned you on?

I can’t think of anything.

   Top 3 places to be touched?

3 places? Where am I gonna find that much? I don’t like to be touched by others anyway.

   Ultimate fantasy?

Being left alone so I can sleep.

   Do you like the idea of a three or moresome?

Not for myself, but I don’t care what others do, as long as I’m not involved.

   Do you send nudes? Do you like receiving them?

No and no. They make me cringe.

   Preferences    Sex or masturbation?

I’d say masturbation because I’m not into partnered sexual activities.

   Spit or swallow?

I don’t do that.

   Cut or uncut dicks?

Doesn’t matter to me, I’m indifferent to these body parts. On myself, though, I prefer uncut for reasons.

   Rough or sensual sex?

No sex, but if I really have to choose, then sensual.

   Oldest person you’d sleep with?

My husband, he’s 51.

   Loud or quiet partners?

Preferably quiet, my husband is not that loud either.

   How much foreplay do you like?

None, it’s boring and a waste of time.

   How much teasing do you like?

No, thanks. It gets on my nerves.

   What is too big for you to take?

Everything, it’s painful.

   Do you do hookups or only sleep with a partner?

I’d never do a hookup in my life. Only with a partner, if ever.

   How much kissing do you like during sex?

I’m not into kissing.

   What’s the most attractive part of the body?

Eyes, arms and thighs, I think so.

   Location    Favourite place to have sex?

Bed, if I really have to do it.

   Would you have sex in public?

No, never.

   Last place you had sex?

Our bed, surprise.

   Where would you most like to have sex?

Nowhere.

   Do you like spontaneous sex, or do you need to be in the mood?

I definitely need to be in the mood, and I’m basically never in a mood for it.

  Could you go through with a hookup at a strangers house?

Omg no. No hookups in the first place.

   Kinks    What’s your biggest kink?

In non-sexual way, the body parts which I mentioned before.

   What’s your limit?

Almost everything.

   Are you okay with name calling in bed?

Nope. I’m not into such things.

   Would you do any BDSM?

Never. Not interested in it.

   Do you prefer to tie somebody up or be tied up?

Neither.

   Favourite type of bondage?

None.

   Do you like orgasm denial/forced orgasm?

I still don’t really know what it is.

   Do you like overstimulation?

Nope, I’m oversensitive even without it. This would be painful to me.

   Do you like having pain involved?

No, it would be like a trauma.

   Do you like biting/being bitten?

Not into such things.

   Have you ever been made to/made somebody beg for it?

Nope. Not into such things either.

   Do you have any strange or extreme kinks?

No, thankfully not. I’m a really boring dude.

   Have any roleplaying preferences?

No, I’m not into it either.

   Send a kink with this number. Do you have that kink?

...what?

   Masturbation    Do you own sex toys? How many?

A few, but they’re a gift from my husband and I’m not interested in using them.

   Favourite Sex Toy?

None.

   What do you masturbate to?

My imagination.

   How often do you masturbate?

Sometimes once in a few weeks, sometimes multiple times a day. It depends on how annoying my body is at the moment.

   How often do you use sex toys to masturbate?

Never. Tried it once, it hurt.

   Do you masturbate with penetration?

Said above.

   Do you go for multiple rounds or settle at one or no orgasms?

I could have two when I was younger, once I had three, now I can come only once. I’m getting old, you know XD

   Oral    Do you enjoy giving oral?

No, ew.

   Do you prefer giving or receiving oral?

Neither. For receiving, it’s like overstimulation. Almost painful.

   What makes you orgasm the fastest when receiving oral?

I don’t know, I avoid it at any cost.

   Do you have a preferred technique for giving oral?

No, I rarely do it anyway and only because he’s into it.

   Can you deepthroat?

Omg, no.

   For people with dicks…    How long and how thick is it?

Ooh lol, there we go again. It’s not impressive, but I couldn’t care less.

   Do you do anal? Top or bottom?

Rarely I do, always bottom for some reason.

   Are you circumcised?

No, I’m not.

  Do you like your balls being played with?

Not really by others. Sometimes I’d allow my husband do it, though.

   Do you enjoy prostate stimulation? Ever came from it?

I did once, it was really intense and I figured out it’s not really for me.

   Where do you like to finish?

Wherever it’s easy to clean.

  For people with vaginas… (skipping this as I don't have one)    Do you like playing with your clit?    How do you prefer to do it?    What’s your breast size?    How often do you go braless?    Do you finger yourself?    How familiar are you with your g-spot?    Do you squirt?

   Sex    Favourite position?

“Leave me alone so I can sleep”.

   How often do you do unprotected sex?

Well, I have one stable partner and there’s no risk of pregnancy, so.

   How loud are you in bed?

I don’t moan, but I tend to laugh.

   Do you enjoy having nipples played with?

Omg no. They’re oversensitive as well.

   Do you like/dislike/love/hate cum?

I’m not a big fan of bodily fluids, even my own, so here’s your answer.

   How good are you at dirty talk?

Terrible and I’m not into it anyway.

   Do you get sleepy after an orgasm?

Yeah, I do. But I have some negative feelings either.

   Other    Do you like wearing/seeing people in lingerie?

No, I don’t like it.

   Do you masturbate or have sex with clothes on?

Yeah, I prefer that. Being fully naked kinda turns me off.

   What’s your favourite style of underwear?

Just a normal one that I wear as well. Is it called trunks or something?

   Are stockings/thigh highs a turn on?

Not for me. They’re too feminine.

   Ever had somebody say no to a kink you suggested trying?

I don’t suggest any kinks to anyone.

   Do you trim, shave or leave pubic hair untouched? How do you prefer partners?

That’s the only thing I shave, except for my face, and I don’t care about others. It’s a free country.

   How many orgasms can you have in a day?

Depends on how many times a day I “have fun”. I can’t have multiple, it seems, but after that period of refraction (is this how it’s called?), I can easily haveanother one.

   How many other people know your dick/bra size?

Two. Nielsje and my husband.

   What do you wear to bed?

Just underwear, or nothing in summer.

   Do you eat ass? Do you like having your ass eaten?

No, that’s disgusting.

   Try to describe how orgasm feels for you.

Too overwhelming and too intense. Seems that my body is way more sexual than my mind has ever been.

   Have you ever been to a strip club? How was it? If not, would you?

No and yeah, just for lolz. It woukdn’t turn me on even a bit.

   Fun questions!    Do you name your genitalia?

Lol no. It’s lame.

   What would be your stripper name?

Get off.

   Any funny sex stories?

I had a leg cramp during my first time, does it count?

   What food if any would you use during sex?

Omg lol, nope.

   Would you give somebody a sex toy as a gift?

No, but someone got such a gift for me.

   What’s the weirdest porn you’ve ever seen?

99% of it is either weird or boring.

   Do you often get horny in public?

Recently yes, and I hope nobody has ever noticed. Such a shame.

   Ever used something that isn’t made for sex in the bedroom?

No, I don’t think so.

   Have you ever walked in on somebody or been walked in on?

No and no. Thankfully.

   Do you have any friends you’d sleep with?

Does my husband count?

 ​

[dominantslasherking]

ugh i love noir 😫 kinda soon since it's like ur most recent post but could u make another part to that black noir one 🫶 idrc as far as nsfw goes i just love noir 😭

A/n: this one you can imagine whichever Noir, whether it be the Tv series or the comics!

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+.

Backstory: You were a villain, a threat to Vought, but Noir just couldn't bring himself to kill his hunky villain.

It was uncommon for Black Noir to leave a threat alive and basically uninjured at that...he was enamored by you the moment both of you met, so when his rating began to rise after being in a hero & villain duo with you it made bought happy, so happy that they allowed Noir to keep his darling in check, especially if you try to cross the line with them.

Vought didn't give a fuck about the people really, as long as you didn't come after them, then your little game with Noir was fine, no other heroes were even allowed to try and come after you, not that Noir would allow it.

So here we were upon the rooftop, Noir fighting you eagerly clearing holding back as did you. Closer and closer to the edge, you got, slowly looking down to see the group of people dispatched thinking the hero and villain duo already settled this.

Noir tugged you away from the edge, afraid of you falling. "Wow, careful my silent hero, if it were in any other circumstance, I'd think you'd be trying to get with me." Your husky voice whispered to Noir.

Black Noir pulled you away from the edge and slammed you down onto the rooftop's hard surface, your back face down. Noir getting on top of you and sitting on your waist.

"Fuck..." You murmured breathlessly, Noir rubbing his ass hard against your groin, through your tight suit which toned your lean villain body well.

Noir's gloved hand traced against your chest, taking a considerate feel at your goods, goods meaning your muscle.

He teasingly rubbed his butt on you some more, holding down your arms, forcing you to go through his teasing knowing, you wanted to get on with it and fuck him hard, but he wasn't allowing that.

Vought's gift was you, to him, and he was going to treat his prized possession---person?---carefully with love.

Wasting no time the hero tore your suit apart, before tearing the part of his suit which covered his ass.

His ass cheeks rubbed against your cock, it seemed Noir was already lubed up and anticipated this activity.

The silent hero's breath quicked, slowly sliding himself onto your large cock, which penetrated him deeply. Noir was no idiot to pain, he could take this.

In no time Noir started hammering himself down on your cock, not caring that his hole was being stretched, and started to ache from the pain.

However as he continued to bounce his hole down onto your cock, the pain started to fade and be replaced with a pricing pleasure. Upon hearing your small groans it made him smile underneath his mask.

Slamming himself up and down on your cock, felt so good, that the silent hero started letting out small whimpers of pleasure, which was music to your ears, as you began to praise him.

"Oh~--My hero, doing soo--! Agh~ Good, such a ---good boy~!" You groaned, Black Noir gripped onto your shoulders, sliding your cock in and out, with more ease and less aggression as he enjoyed it to the fullest.

Noir's cock which was being covered in his suit, eagerly twitched feeling confined. Noir suddenly tore off the piece of armor that protected and confined his cock, giving it more room to be comfortable in his suit.

Sloppily impaling himself on your cock, Noir finally finished and came all inside his confined suit.

Slowly getting up, he turned around to ride your cock reverse cowgirl style giving you a perfect view of your large cock sliding in and out of his puckering tight hole.

Placing your hands on Noir's hips, you watched as he continued to bounce, you also gave a few thrusts inside him hard.

Noir's moans increased, his moans were as if he was begging for your cum to fill him up to the brim, and so you did.

Finally spilling your seed inside his hole, which keenly devoured it all.

Both of you stayed silent slightly huffing out breaths of air, before Noir stood up, and let out a view of his ass, Noir parted his cheeks to give you a nice view of his hole sloppily pushing your large load of cum out.

[piratesfromspace]

Forget the pain (Rooster x Reader)

Pairing: Rooster x Reader

It’s my headcanon Rooster wouldn’t mind helping you get better when you’re on your period. So here is a little something about just that. This is pure comforting filth.

Warnings: hurt & comfort, very explicit, smut, menstrual sex, blood kink (kinda), oral, no penetration, tiny bit of size kink (Rooster is tall ok). Word count: 1.4k

Imagine 1 // Imagine 2 // MASTERLIST

“Wow, are you ok?”

Rooster features immediately steel at your sight. You are only wearing your underwear and a white top tank, laid in a fetal position on your bed. Your knees are tucked against your chest, eyes closed and eyebrows knitted in a pained expression. 

“What happened?” he inquires, a hint of panic in his voice. “It’s just… Ngh… Nevermind, I’m gonna be okay…” you grunt through gritted teeth. “Who did this to you?” he adds, tone urgent, anger already bubbling under his skin. “Tell me! Who?” he goes on, voice raising, muscles in his arms already flexing.

“Brad, for fuck sake…” you answer, searching for his eyes. “You can be such a dumbass.” you continue, trying to smile through the pain. “I’m just on my period.” He inhales loudly, and calms down enough to sit next to you. The mattress of your bed dips a little. His knuckles reach for your fevered cheek. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, I-I…” he stammers. He knows his anger - his fear - is something he still can't quite control. 

“Shut up, just hold me tight, please.” you cut short his lengthy explanation about how he’s losing his mind at the idea of someone hurting you - you’ve heard it a couple of times already. He goes to therapy for this. Now is not the time to examine it further.

“Yes, Ma’am” he complies, kicking off his shoes and settling on the bed against your back, his strong arms holding you. 

You’re not that small, you follow the same training as him, all the intense sessions at the gym and in the sky molding your body to be as efficient and dangerous as his. But Rooster is definitely taller than you, and as he tucks you against his broad chest, intertwining his legs with yours, you feel immediately safer.

He carefully lays one large hand on your belly. His warm palm is no match for the feeling of your inside being currently ripped out, but it helps you relax a little at least. You take comfort wherever you can on days like this. 

He noses at your neck, pressing his face against the soft skin there. “You smell good.” he whispers after a while.

“Yeah, I just took a shower” you pause, a grin growing on your face “Maybe you should try it too, you know?” you add playfully.  “I’m trying to be nice, and that’s how I’m rewarded??” Rooster protests. He squeezes you in retaliation, tickling your sides while you erupt in laughter and tries to escape. The joyful fight is cut short when your guts protest the sudden activity, and sharp pain courses through your belly again. Your whole body tenses and locks abruptly. Bradley notices and babbles excuses, he pets your hair while you swear under your breath, exhaling slowly to try and ride the wave of pure hurt.  

“I want to help you, love, like last time, remember? Do you want to?” he offers. You almost blush at his question, because, well, last time, he wanted to try and see if sex would make it better. He had sneaked his hand between your legs and he had made you come again and again until your nerves had been flooded with enough pleasure to act as a shield from the torture of your guts. It worked perfectly.

You nod your approval, but instead of slipping his fingers in your panties, he unlatches himself from your body, and brings your underwear down your legs. He’s still behind you, and he starts kissing his way down your back, hands open wide on your hips. 

“Brad, what are you doing?” you protest, face half smushed into your pillow. “I want to make you feel good. I want to taste you.” he says against the small of your back “I want to lick your pussy until the only thing in your mind is me. Until you're not hurting anymore.” he adds, opening your legs from behind, forcing one leg down straight and the other at a right angle.

“Jesus…” you mutter, already dazed, hands gripping the pillow tightly. You sometimes forget how blunt he can be with his words, and how hot it makes you. His skilled hands gently but firmly handling your limbs only add to the feeling. Still, you know you’re bleeding and when you can feel his warm breath against your ass, you get too self-conscious to not stop him. 

“Brad… I’m sorry, I-there might be blood, I don’t know if…” Fuck. He licks a wide stripe along the seam of your cunt, and the air is punched out of your lungs. Both his palms cover the top back of your thighs, keeping you in place and slowly spreading your folds open. 

“I don’t care baby” he drawls. He licks again, pressing his tongue at the top of your slit when he reaches it. “A little blood doesn’t scare me.” he huffs against your core, before going back. His tongue explores your cunt for long minutes, and you let him search every little corner of your flesh for sensitive spots. Every now and then, his teeth are lightly scraping against your skin, a stark contrast with the warmth of his mouth when he engulfs you whole. He eats you like you’re his favorite meal and he wants to savor every bite of it. Lick every last drop.

You’re writhing on the sheets, face burning from his shamelessness and the obscenity of him going down on you from behind, greedily lapping at your blood and your wetness.

You’re going liquid under his ministrations, and by the time he finally seals his mouth on your clit and sucks, you’re so wet his fingers slip when they try to hold your lips open. You cry into the pillow because it feels so good, you’re not gonna last long. Your knuckles are growing white, tight on the sheets. You wish you could hold him instead though. At this angle, you can’t grip his hair and hold his head and dictate the rhythm, you have to trust him to give you what you need. 

It’s like he senses your frustration and he leaves you for a second. “Let go, I got you baby” his voice is strained, almost as if he were drunk. Drunk but still thirsty for more. He’s enjoying this as much as you. 

He dives back into your open pussy, focusing on your swollen clit. Hands pressing you down against the mattress, against his hungry mouth. He’s getting rougher, he leans his entire body into it, locking your hips and legs in place so you won’t squirm away. 

“Rooster…” you beg “I’m gonna… fuck, don’t stop” you wheezes. Pressure builds and builds in your burning core, and it hits you, waves of ecstasy sweeping over your trembling form. Rooster doesn’t stop, he brings you down on his tongue, grinds your cunt against it. He can’t get enough of you. You ride it as long as you can, pushing through the overstimulation until a second high makes your body seize. You muffle your own screams in the pillow, already stained by your tears and saliva. He holds you tight, finally slowing his frantic pace. He licks at your wetness a few more times, drinking the tremors of your spasming cunt.

When he emerges from between your legs, and shifts on the bed to lay in front of you, his chin is covered in your slick. There’s no trace of blood though. He wipes his lips - pink and shiny from his previous activity - with the back of his hand, and you can’t refrain from grabbing his T-shirt to kiss him. He tastes like you, sweet and tangy, and just a slight note of iron - your blood you guess - at the back of his tongue. 

“Did it work? Because if not, I’ll be glad to try again” he offers prudently, voice low. “I think so, yeah… Thanks Rooster”, you bury your face against his chest. “But I need to shower again now. Maybe you can come with me?” you look at him, a mischievous smile growing on your lips. “I was not kidding earlier, you kinda stink” you complete as you scrunch your nose for emphasis. 

“Oh I swear you’re gonna be in trouble Lieutenant…” he playfully threatens, sweeping you in his arms and marching to the bathroom while your giggles grow louder with each step.

[mypoisonedvine]

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞... || father paul hill x reader

summary ✟ you want something that you can't have. he needs something he shouldn't take. it's a match made in heaven, but there's nothing holy about it.

word count ✟ 6.6k

warnings ✟ spoilers for midnight mass (even in the warnings!! but only up to episode 4, and it's somewhat canon divergent anyways, but still), SMUT (slightly dubcon due to overstimulation, penetrative and oral sex [m receiving], fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, a bit of painful sex/pain kink), virginity loss (for both of them!), extensive religious references throughout, 'father' title, brief suicidal ideation, self-injury (but not for mental health-related reasons, and not by the reader), age gap (reader is 18 and a high school senior, father paul is ??? older than that), innocent reader, tons of blood consumption, vampire shenanigans, way more fluff than this has any right to have

...𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧, 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧.

"I wasn't sure if you would come," he admitted quietly, sitting far off in the back of the room.

You swallowed nervously before you answered, clutching the strap of your bag where it crossed your chest, standing in his doorway and wondering if you looked as nervous as you felt. "I wasn't sure either," you replied.

And that was true, because when he'd asked you to visit him at his parsonage tonight, you had been too stunned to fully believe it. It seemed a little too good to be true, among other things. But even so, you were never really going to turn his offer down; because ever since Father Paul had arrived here on this quiet, dreary little island, you had begun to feel things you'd never felt before.

All of your friends at school had crushes, they had since elementary school, and you weren't sure if you were a late bloomer or… just not a bloomer at all. Then you met Father Paul. And though you had never expected or wanted to— not for your priest, anyway— you bloomed.

Your face got warm watching him give his homilies; your legs crossed and flexed against each other each time you heard his voice. You loved the way he said things, so wise and thoughtful. Though you'd always been active at the church, your activities there had doubled just for more chances to speak with him.

Where your lack of sexual interest had seemed like perhaps a blessing at first— a gift from God in your quest to maintain purity until entering the bonds of marriage with His soulmate created for you— now it felt like you were being unimaginably tempted. Was this from Him as well? Was He testing you to strengthen your faith?

Or was He showing you the man you were meant for, as impossible as that could be?

Father Paul, after all, wasn't made to have a companion. He was made to lead God's children; his purpose was greater than literal fatherhood, his destiny was not matrimony to another human but to the Lord and His church.

But gosh, he'd make such a good husband: so kind, so sensitive, so intelligent yet never condescending. And, well, he wasn't so difficult on the eyes, either. Sometimes he'd put his hand on your back, or your shoulder, and it usually took all your strength not to bite your lip when he did things like that. His touch was intoxicating.

Even now, standing in his dimly-lit parsonage, your skin was alight just imagining that he might touch you tonight. You weren't sure if that was why he requested for you to come here— you were far too sheltered to know how people might subtly proposition each other— but your intuition was strong enough to know he wanted something uncouth. If he hadn't, he wouldn't have asked you not to tell your friends, or your parents, that you were going to see him. There had been a certain look in his eye (even though he hadn't been looking at you when he said it, not directly), a certain darkness to his gorgeous voice…

Further evidence was what he said next. "Shut the door, please."

Nodding, you shut the door behind you.

When you looked at him again, he was standing— though you hadn't heard him move at all, hadn't heard his chair scrape on the floor or even his clothes rustle.

"Why did you come, then?" he asked. It took you a second to remember what he was even talking about.

"You asked me to," you answered plainly.

"I think there's more to it than that," he pressed, and you felt your throat tighten up. He knew. And to be fair, you already pretty much knew that. But even so, it was a little terrifying to hear him really acknowledge it, even if he was being subtle.

You were mostly just scared that he was about to admonish you. He wasn't the type for that, but it would be just as excruciating for him to have called you here just to let you down easy— for him to sit you down and have a talk about boys and girls and the special feelings they have for each other. About how there's nothing wrong with what you feel, just… misguided. And you'd have to just sit and nod and pretend not to be mortified, apologize if you made him uncomfortable, promise you would never act on childish temptations like this. Maybe you'd throw your dad under the bus, say you were attracted to a priest because of the fatherly support he'd given you that your real father never had. Maybe you'd thank him for everything he'd done for you and for his grace in your folly.

You'd act like you were okay with it. But you wouldn't even go back home, you'd just walk straight into the ocean knowing he'd have to speak at your funeral.

Ironically, in that moment you were tempted to pray— silently, in your mind— that Father Paul wasn't about to reject you. But that would've been such a waste, because God was absolutely not about to help you defile yourself and one of His most faithful servants. You were on your own for this one.

Amazingly, in all that thought, only a fraction of a moment had passed. “You do?” you asked quickly, keeping it all vague while you still could.

“Yes,” he agreed. “I think you came here expecting something— something you know that you shouldn’t want, but your body can’t help but crave.”

Geez, you knew he was insightful but you didn’t appreciate the way he’d apparently managed to read your mind.

“Is that accurate?” he asked you, smiling slightly.

“Yes, Father,” you admitted sheepishly, looking down at the floor.

“No, no, don’t look away,” he pleaded gently, taking a step closer to you— and you could see him a little better now in the light of the room, see the way his hair had fallen into his face slightly and the disheveled tilt of his white collar. He smiled a little bit when you met his gaze again. “You’re so young... I don’t think you know how young you are. I don’t think you know how pretty you are, either, or you wouldn’t be coming here looking for… well, looking for what it is that you’re looking for right now.”

As your face heated up a bit, you struggled to keep looking forward at him just as much as you struggled to find a response: but thankfully, you did both. “Thank you,” you awkwardly replied, “but I think I’m where I should be.”

“Oh, I think so too,” he agreed with a quick nod. “You’re exactly where you shouldn’t be, but— but you’re also exactly where you belong, I think.” He furrowed his brow as he pondered his own words. “That doesn’t make much sense, does it?”

“No, it makes perfect sense,” you denied. “To me, at least.”

Something overtook his expression— something a little darker, something not quite sinister but not exactly friendly, either— as he tilted his head back to look down at you just that much more. For a split-second, his nostrils flared and his eyes blinked quickly. "I'm sorry," he sighed quietly.

You would’ve assumed it was the beginning of his rejection, if it weren’t for the way he said it: deep and rough like the rocky bottom under the shore; thick and sweet like honey. You were certainly no expert, but you felt pretty confident that wasn’t the voice of a man about to turn you away. "What for?" you asked quietly.

"I'm sorry," he repeated as he stalked closer, your heartbeat hitting double time as he approached you. Though you had no way to know it, in his mind, he said the briefest prayer: Bless me, Lord, for I am going to sin.

And then, all at once, he was on you; You gasped as he grabbed you in an embrace, leaning in to breathe heavily by your face, moving lower to your neck where he inhaled deeply. You realized then what he was apologizing for, and you smiled a little as you shivered in his arms. "Don't be sorry," you soothed, eyes falling shut, "this is all I wanted."

"I'm so sorry," he said one more time, a hoarse whisper that tickled your ear, as his lips ghosted over your neck, "but I'm so hungry…"

For one perfect moment, you were truly blissfully ignorant. That moment ended as soon as you felt his teeth sink into your skin, though. You whimpered in pain, clutching at his shoulders, about to scream— but you couldn't, somehow. Your voice was gone, stolen by pain that crawled all over your body as you felt something drain from you; something more than just the blood spilling from your neck into his mouth.

Your toes curled inside your shoes, and if it weren't for his arms holding you so tightly, you surely would've collapsed.

As you grew weaker, choking on your shallow breaths and hearing your own whimpers of pain die out like a candle’s flame being slowly starved, he leaned down and laid you gently on the couch; you could barely tell the difference between standing up and laying down, spare for his weight on top of you as he drank eagerly from your wound.

You blinked rapidly as you stared up at the ceiling, tears welling and gently rolling from the corners of your eyes as pain faded into numbness and the ringing in your ears was even louder than the sounds of his heavy breathing and quiet moans of satisfaction.

Energy drained from you until you felt the pull towards the dark, the gentle wash of exhaustion beginning to lull you to sleep; and though your mind was foggy and swirling with confusion and fear, you knew this sleep wouldn’t be the sort that sunlight could wake you from. “Father…” you whispered, beneath your breath and near-silent but not unheard.

Just before you could give into it, he sat up slightly and hovered his face above yours. “Keep your eyes open, angel,” he whispered quietly. You tried your best, blinking and squinting as the light from the room cast a bright glow around his dark hair. “Hey, look at me…”

His eyes were dark, and you could feel the weight of his stare— heavy and cold. Your blood stained his lips and dripped down his chin, and as your gaze followed one drop as it rolled down over this throat and stained his white collar, your eyes drifted shut again as you let out a slow sigh of defeat.

"Don't sleep," he instructed patiently. "Don't rest yet. There's more He has in store for you."

When something warm dripped down to your lips, into your slack and panting mouth, you swallowed it instinctively without thinking. It hurt your neck to swallow, and yet every time you did it, you hurt less.

And less. And less. Until all your pain was gone, and with renewed energy, you opened your eyes and reached up to grab his arm and pull it down to your mouth so you could suckle at the mark on his wrist. He smiled proudly down at you, even laughing just a bit, as he watched you moan and eagerly drink from him as well. Already you were addicted to the taste, to the rush of energy it gave you and to the way it felt to have his skin against your lips.

“That’s enough for now,” he chuckled, pulling his arm away, but you reached out for it still.

“No, Father—” you whined, sounding much too needy and pathetic for your tastes, but you couldn’t help it; you’d never felt quite like this, satisfied in a way you hadn’t realized you’d needed so badly.

“Don’t be greedy, little one,” he frowned, and the firm correction made your breath catch and your hips squirm for a moment. It certainly distracted you from your desire for his blood, and reminded you of your desire for… something else of his.

Your eyes were just a bit wide as they looked up at his face, then back to the arm you were reaching out for like a child clamoring for a toy— and already his wrist had healed, just a moment after you drank from it. You didn’t understand it fully, but you understood as much as you needed to; you could feel it in you, too, this power. You reached up to your neck and though there was blood still on your skin and staining the couch beneath you, your skin bore no wounds. For some reason, you hoped that his teeth might’ve still left a scar— and you looked up at him, finally noticing the way it felt to have his body on top of yours.

When you made eye contact with him, you could see the question in his eyes: What do you want? And you found the answer on your lips, before you even realized you’d found the strength to speak it.

"I'm hungry too, Father."

He smiled at you, gentle and heartwarming as ever, and reached up to cradle your face in his hand. You could feel his hesitance, and you understood what you were asking him to do was well outside of his rights as a priest, but you continued as you reached up to run your fingers through his hair.

"We've given ourselves to each other already, haven't we?" you whispered. "My blood is in you, and yours in me. Please, Father, take my flesh, too— take my body. It's yours."

"Sweet child," he sighed, leaning in closer and pressing up against you; you hummed happily, relieved by his closeness. "My precious dove… I took what I needed from you. It's only fair that I give you what you want as well, isn't it? That I provide what you came here for? Your reward, perhaps, for being such an agreeable meal."

You shifted uncomfortably beneath him, glancing away and gnawing your lip for a second. "It's not just a favor, though, is it?" you finally found the courage to ask— though you didn’t ask it courageously.

He laughed quietly, tilting his head slightly as he spoke. "Are you asking me if I lusted for you, the way you have for me?"

You were almost tempted to deny it, with him looking at you like that. "Yes, I am," you whispered.

"I did," he answered after a moment that was brief yet excruciating. "I did, and I was so used to denying myself that it was almost second nature to turn my gaze away… but lately, I've been feeling so much less guilty for my desires. And for my indulgences."

He still moved slowly, though, as he leaned down to kiss you. It gave you time to admire how lovely he looked like this, to run your fingers further through his hair and up over the back of his neck so you could pull him down to finish closing the gap and press your lips to his.

You tasted blood— yours, his, didn’t make much of a difference— and you tasted his tongue as it slid between your lips; you tasted wine, and it was sweeter this way than sipped from the chalice.

Your fingers clutched at his hair, mostly an accident as your fist had tightened instinctively, but he gasped against your lips and it only made it easier to deepen the kiss as you felt his body press up harder against yours. Only when you felt him between your legs did you realize they had opened on their own, and you whimpered quietly when you felt that he was hard— fuck, just getting him hard made your chest fill with the warmth of pride. Do they give out trophies or medals for this, for making your priest get a hard-on that you get to feel through his trousers as he ruts his hips up against you? Maybe a commemorative plaque? You wanted a commemorative plaque.

As titillating as a dirty little secret can be, this wasn’t like that. It didn’t feel wrong, or sinful, or clandestine. It felt so right and you knew he felt it, too, when he let you reach down to hastily open his belt. You knew he felt it in just the way he looked at you, stroking his thumb gently over your cheek— whispering to you, calling you his angel again just to see how desperate it made you.

But just before you could reach into his trousers and finally touch him, he pushed your hands away.

“Not yet,” he explained breathlessly. “I need to prepare you first. And if you touch me now, I won’t have the patience to do it properly.”

You somehow found the self-control to pull your hands back and nod, your bottom lip catching between your teeth as he sat up and his gaze lowered to your spread legs. He rolled up his sleeves (all nonchalant, like he didn’t even notice that it drove you fucking crazy) before he pushed your legs just a bit further apart and carefully slid the skirt of your dress up your thighs; you felt like a present being delicately unwrapped by one of those people who likes to save the paper, but, you know… in a sexy way. It’s hotter than it sounds.

He let out a little sigh, his chest visibly deflating from it, and tilted his head as he looked down at where your plain cotton panties barely covered you. One finger drew a line down the fabric, right over the seam of your lips, and even through the garment you felt it so clearly that your body jolted.

“Oh,” he smiled, “you’re so… responsive.”

You already felt so exposed to him like this, but it became much more literal when he hooked that finger under the panties and pulled them aside; even though it was quite warm in the room, there was just enough of a draft that seemed to cling to your opening, giving away to yourself how wet you must be already.

He got a little more intense for a second, his nostrils flaring briefly, and he grabbed your underwear with both hands, just by the waist, only to tear them off with a quick snap! that echoed around the room.

Fuck. So much for saving the paper.

“Oh, little dove,” he croaked as he tossed the ruined panties aside, holding your legs open again since you’d mindlessly begun to let them close. “God, look at you.”

It didn’t sound like he was taking the Lord’s name in vain, even though he obviously was. It sounded like he was completely aware and purposeful that he was invoking the Lord’s name in this moment; his gaze drank in the sight of your body with so much reverence that it seemed perfectly right for him to call on God right now.

You whimpered weakly, the sound nearly lost in the back of your throat, as his fingers started to spread you open and slide over your slickened folds. "No one else has ever even touched you before, have they?" he realized, watching the way you reacted to every little movement.

"No, Father, never," you assured, though you struggled to keep track of the conversation at this point.

"Have you touched yourself?" he pressed, smirking at you slightly.

You hesitated before you answered honestly, "yes."

"And did you think of me?" he wondered. "Did you imagine it was my fingers… exploring you? Taking you apart?"

A sigh fell from your lips as he rubbed your bud in gentle circles, but you remembered his question after a second and nodded quickly.

"Did you put your fingers inside yourself?"

"No," you confirmed. "I was too afraid."

"Are you afraid now?"

"No," you said again.

He pushed two fingers inside you at once, making a sharp pain tear through you for just a second. Thankfully, it faded quickly, and you were left with a curious fullness and the delightful friction of his fingers moving slowly against your walls.

And when they curled in just the right way, your hand shot out to grab his wrist before your mind had even reacted to the feeling. It was a sharp sort of pleasure, severe and nearly overwhelming from just a second of it. “F-Father,” you stammered, but he just smiled down at you, flashing teeth that still had a few traces of your blood on them.

“Oh, that’s it, isn’t it?” he cooed, curling his fingers into that spot again even as you tried to move his wrist or your hips enough to get the sensation to de-intensify just a little. "Why are you pushing me away?” he asked roughly, his free hand holding your hips tightly so you couldn’t squirm anymore. It was pitiful how you could fight with all your strength and he barely had to do anything to keep you at his mercy.

“I-it’s too much,” you whined. “Father, please…”

“It’s not too much,” he promised. “It’s exactly as much as it’s supposed to be. Now, tell me how it feels.”

“It feels— ah, fuck— it feels… good, but it’s so…” you trailed off, voice falling to a whisper. “I don’t know if I can take it…”

“You can,” he whispered back, leaning down a bit, letting go of your hips to hold your face. “You can, my sweet dove— I know you can.”

“Fuck,” you cursed again, seeing your leg start to shake as pressure gathered deep inside you.

You bit your lip to try to keep down some of your moans, but he corrected that near-instantly. “It's alright if it feels good," he encouraged you. "It's supposed to. Don't quiet yourself— I want to hear you."

He pressed harder against the spot, he moved his hand faster, and you tossed your head back with a wavering cry.

“That’s good, just like that,” he praised.

The feeling was building up so quickly inside you, making your hips rock and your thighs quiver and your back arch more and more with every twist of his fingers. There was something familiar about the weight that pressed right up against your entrance, from the inside, and your eyes shot open in shock and fear as you worried what would happen when you reached the peak. To be entirely transparent and a little crass, it felt like you needed to pee— really bad.

You tried to warn him or ask him to stop but when your mouth opened, all that came out were moans and pleas for more. “Give into it, dove, don’t be afraid— just let go,” he soothed, though the softness of his voice was ironic contrasted with the brutal force of his fingers fucking into you with unmatched speed. He had to keep raising his voice to be heard over the sound of your desperate, crying moans: “I know you can take it, come on, I know you can," he groaned, sounding almost demanding in the most delightful way. "Oh, I know you're so close… I wanna hear you, c'mon, sing for me little dove— come for me, show me you’re ready for me to take you.”

The best way to describe it would be like a massive ocean wave hitting a wall; like it was building and building until it crashed all at once. And when it crashed, you let out a noise you were sure that you’d never made before as you felt a sudden gush of liquid come out of your body.

You tried to sit up to see what was happening, but you were too weak, too overwhelmed as convulsions shuddered through your body like electric sparks up a coil. For a second he didn’t slow down— for a second you thought he wouldn’t stop at all, leave you suspended in this no matter how loud you screamed or how drained of energy you became. But, thankfully, he had mercy on you and slowed his movements down to let you start to catch your breath and process what you had done. Finally you could lift your head and look down at the mess you’d made.

He didn’t need to ask if that was new for you: it was obvious, with the way your mouth and eyes were wide open when you looked up at him. He seemed a little surprised, too, but less than you were; after all, he’d rolled his sleeves up, so he must’ve seen it coming to some extent, right?

And it was a good thing he did, too, because his forearm had gotten the worst of it: you noticed a few spots where wetness had darkened his clothes and the couch, too, but you noticed a larger patch of wetness right by where the bulge of his cock threatened to pop right out of his trousers. Of course, after a moment, you realized that one wasn’t from you, and your face (which was still a little numb and tingly from your orgasm) warmed up quickly.

“O-oh, Father, please,” you whimpered, “I-I’ve been good, I need you…”

“I know, dove,” he cooed as he carefully pulled his fingers out of you and brought them to his mouth where he sucked on them shamelessly. “I know, and you’ve been so very good,” he agreed once he was done licking your taste from his hand, his voice a little deeper now as he leaned down to hover over you again.

“I’m ready— please, Father,” you whispered, humming happily when he pushed his trousers out of the way and pulled his cock out with a tight grip around it.

But, you see, you felt a little bit less ready when you actually saw it. Because only then did you appreciate that it was much, much bigger than two fingers. You really didn’t see how it would ever fit inside you, but you were still excited to try.

He only had to move his hips forward a bit to press himself right up against you; that close by, it was even more intimidating, though the warmth of his body was also soothing as well. He looked down to watch his cock rub over your opening, and the sight seemed to have quite the effect on him considering he let out a little sigh and shut his eyes for a moment.

"Forgive me," he whispered hoarsely, gaze darting up to your face again briefly when he opened his eyes. "I've never… I won't make it very long, I don't think. I'll try, but—"

"It doesn't matter," you promised. “Please just— fuck, Father, I need to feel you inside me.”

You didn’t usually swear this much. But, you didn’t usually drink blood and have sex with priests, either, and those were probably a bigger deal than the swearing. And it’s a good thing, too, because you did it again when he slid his cock inside you in one stroke.

“Fuck!” you sobbed, clutching at his arms through his sleeves hard enough that you were at risk of tearing the fabric.

His head fell onto your shoulder; he was trying so hard not to move, to be patient and gentle with you, and you could tell from the way he breathed like he was halfway through running a marathon even though you were both completely still. He was trying so hard not to move, but he’d already given in to so many instincts tonight, and his self-control wasn’t exactly at its highest right now.

So he moved, and you cried, but he reached up to hold your face in his hands and kiss your tears away. “Father,” you whispered to him under your breath.

“My dove,” he whispered back.

The stretch left a stinging, burning pain inside you; every movement of his hips only hurt you more, but you didn’t even mind. You liked it, even. Once already tonight he’d given you pain so he could take his own pleasure, and it didn’t bother you much either way.

Of course, when he pulled out just enough to push his head against your spot, it wasn’t all pain for you anymore. You were so sensitive from coming before that it took no time at all to begin treading that same path again.

His breaths were so heavy that each was nearly a moan, if a rough and deep one so quiet you'd almost miss them. But they were like music to your ears; you wanted to hear nothing but his pleasure from now on, if it sounded this good.

When your head tilted back to let a shiver tingle up your spine, you felt his lips against your neck, licking up what was left of the blood from your wound and leaving gentle kisses and bites over your jaw. You moaned at the feeling— louder than you’d expected, and petering out to a whimper at the end..

"You sound so sweet, little dove," he whispered roughly, "and you feel… I don't think I have the words for how you feel."

He started to rock his hips a bit faster, your hands gripping tighter on his neck and tugging unintentionally on his hair again. Overall he was still moving quite slowly— patient, deliberate, like he was savoring every detail of your body— and pressing himself deep into you at the end of each thrust. So deep that you choked on your little whine each time; so deep that you were sure he had claimed your entire body as his plaything.

And you didn't mind at all, you were happy to belong to him when this was how he staked his ownership. Already a humming, electric feeling buzzed under your skin, making your fingers and toes curl and forcing desperate moans to jump out of your slack mouth.

Each pang of pleasure made your walls tighten; which made you both wince from the unbearable tightness of it all. “You’re close, aren’t you?” he asked darkly.

“Y-yes,” you groaned, even though you could hardly believe it. “Yes, Father, don’t stop…”

Even so, when the peak of it hit you, it was so intense that you almost wanted him to stop after all; your hands found purchase on his shoulders and tried to push him away, but he grabbed them by the wrist and pinned each of them back to the cushions of the couch beside your head, beginning to thrust faster.

"Oh, sweet dove,," he groaned, struggling to hold himself back when he could feel your body succumbing to the pleasure he brought you with his own. "You can't let anyone else touch you. You have to be mine."

“Yours,” you agreed, “yours, Father, I’m yours—”

“Christ,” he hissed, and you hadn’t expected to not only hear him swear, but to hear him say that at a time like this. It was… jarring; incredibly hot, yes, but also jarring. “Say that again.”

“I’m yours,” you promised, clutching at his black shirt as you stared up at him through your lashes with half-lidded eyes. “All yours.”

The sound that slipped out from between his teeth was undeniably a growl, and he descended on you for one more ravenous kiss as his thrusts became so fast and desperate that all you could hear was his skin against yours.

And then his pace faltered; and then, as he sighed against your lips, a warmth began to fill you from the inside, not at all unlike the warmth in your stomach when you drank his blood. His thrusts stuttered and slowed to a stop, both of you letting out a low sound of satisfaction, both of you sinking down into the couch and each other.

He laid his head on your shoulder, smiling and letting out a quick ‘hm’ to himself.

"What?" you pressed quietly, reaching up to comb your fingers through his hair.

"I can hear your heartbeat," he explained. "I mean, I could before, but… it doesn't make me hungry like it used to. Or at least, not in the same way."

You smiled and let your eyes fall shut, relaxing beneath his weight. It made it hard to breathe, but it was also oddly comforting.

The two of you laid that way, silent except for quiet breathing and still except for your fingers twirling locks of his hair, for an immeasurable amount of time. You never fell asleep, but you weren’t quite awake either: you just let yourself float in that lovely in-between place, finding your mind uncharacteristically quiet and empty of worries.

When he started to move, the dull ache of soreness inside you pulled you from rest and made you wince slightly. “Sorry,” he mumbled, “I’ll try to do this carefully…”

He was still hard, which meant he was still as big as he had been this whole time, which meant it was a little painful for him to pull out right now-- but as soon as he’d done it, you felt his warm come begin to leak slowly from your opening, and somehow it eased the sting.

Once he had sat back with a slow exhale, you sat up as well and licked your lips as you saw your own blood stain his cock; it was almost as if you moved on instinct as you found yourself sitting up, reaching for him and looking up for approval.

"Oh, Father, let me— please…" you begged, but before you even got an answer you were bending forward and licking the blood off of his length, hearing him groan a little as his hand gripped your shoulder.

He hissed in a breath when you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, while you moaned quietly at the taste of his come and yours blending together. It tasted so wonderful that you couldn’t help but keep licking over every inch of him, hoping to taste it all, and he certainly didn’t make any move to stop you.

You adjusted your position until you were (semi)comfortably on your hands and knees, though it was more like hand and knees since only one kept you balanced while the other gripped his thigh through the shoved-down trouser pants. When you started to suck on the head again, swirling your tongue and licking up the thin liquid that gathered at his slit, you found a natural rhythm of bobbing your head and taking him just a bit deeper with each movement.

At first, when you gagged, you felt a little embarrassed and worried you would disappoint him-- but he groaned as he grabbed your hair, and pulled you down to make you do it again.

He let you go just in time for you to pull back and get a gasp of air, looking up at him with watery eyes from beneath his erection casting a shadow on your face. You were ready for more, but his hand wrapped around your neck kept you from leaning in again, and pulled you up to meet him where he leaned down into a sloppy (yet perfect) kiss.

You found yourself trying to chase him when he pulled back, but that hand on your neck kept you at bay and you blinked your eyes open to find him smiling proudly at your neediness. “I wish you could stay all night,” he whispered, “but we should wash the blood off your clothes and get you home before your parents worry.”

With a nervous swallow that pressed your throat against his hand, you nodded.

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.”

You heard the quiet exhale of a suppressed laugh, glancing through the latticed partition to see his fingers intertwined while his hands rested on his lap. It was pretty dark inside the confession booth, but there was just enough light to sparkle on the golden embroidered details of his chasuble.

“I’ve known a man,” you continued, “outside of marriage.”

“In the Biblical sense?” he asked.

You scoffed a little. “I guess you could say that.”

“And what does it feel like? To be with him," Father Paul asked quietly.

“It feels like a little glimpse of Heaven,” you explained. “And since I think I’ve surrendered my shot at ever getting to see it for much longer than that, I might as well get as many glimpses as I can, right?”

"Sound logic," he chuckled. "I'm guessing that means I'll see you at the parsonage later this evening."

"How long should I wait to leave? So it isn't suspicious?"

"Come with me as soon as everyone's left," he demanded. "Tell your parents you're helping me with… something."

"Something?" you repeated incredulously.

"I don't care what anyone suspects anymore," he groaned, "I just need you. And I'm hungry."

"You know I can't satisfy that urge," you smirked. "My blood won't cut it now that… now that I have a little bit of you inside me."

"More than a little bit, I bet," he added, like he didn't even care that it made a tingle hit right between your legs. "Doesn't matter, though— I have something that'll feed us both. For a while, at least. Take communion with me tonight, angel… after we visit Heaven once or twice."

Even with no one to see it, you fought to keep from grinning ear to ear. And though you knew it was risky, you were helpless to his commands to come see him as soon as you could, giving a flimsy excuse to anyone who cared to ask why you were staying late at the church.

The second you knocked on his door, he opened it; and the second he opened his door, he pulled you inside and pounced on you.

His hands ran all over you, his body pressed you back against the wall, his lips and tongue tasted all over your neck. "I meant to tell you, you gave a really nice homily today," you managed to pant breathlessly.

"Thanks," he groaned softly. "It was so hard to write, when all I've been able to think about for days is you and the way you sound and the way you feel and the way you taste…"

You purred beneath the weight of him, finding your hips rocking up of their own accord.

"Are you hungry, little dove?" he whispered. You nodded desperately, and he reached onto the table nearby to hold up the crystal decanter of communion wine; before you could reach for it, he opened it and moved it to your lips. "The blood of the covenant," he spoke to you as he lifted it and allowed you to drink. Your hunger washed away— some of it, at least— and you hummed happily between swallows.

He pulled it back when you were done, and you licked your lips to get the last drop down. It was his turn now, and he took a long swig: as he drank from the decanter, a drop of sacrament rolled down from the corner of his mouth; so you pressed your tongue to his jaw and licked up the dark red line, moaning quietly at the relief even just a drop of the liquid brought to your aching stomach.

His throat bobbed with each swallow, and even without your new power and its new cost, his neck looked fucking delicious.

As he finished and stopped tilting the decanter back, he met your gaze and set it aside. He smiled— gosh, his teeth were sharper than you remembered— and cradled your face in his hands

"Oh, dove," he cooed. "I've filled your belly, but you need more. You need to be filled another way."

You whimpered pitifully as you nodded. "Yes, Father, please…"

"Get on your knees," he instructed quietly, "and pray."

[henry-and-the-seven-lords]

(u can choose for it to be a hc or anything) the brothers go to the dentist with MC and see the process of her wisdom teeth getting removed

Ok! I actually haven't had mine removed, but I have had similar dental work so I am going to base it on that!

So I got REALLY into this for a few days and then I forgot where I was going with it so it turned into headcannons with a super long intro instead of an imagine... Hope you like it!

Warnings: Mentions Dental work, Mentions Needles, Mentions of Blood, Mentions of surgical procedures

Brothers Masterlist | Datables Masterlist

Brothers Reacting to a Wisdom Teeth Removal

MC had been crying out in pain for the past couple of weeks. They had continually mentioned their teeth or jaw being the source of the problem. The Brothers did all they could in the Devildom, but in the end they decided take MC to the human world to see a dentist.

"Well, it looks like your wisdom teeth are coming in. There doesn't seem to be much room left for them, so I would suggest an extraction." The dentist looked at the x-rays and back to MC who was currently surrounded by 7 scared men.

"Extraction!? Ain't no way you are taking anything from my Hum-," Mammon caught himself, "...MC."

The doctor eyed him suspiciously before going back to the x-rays. Lucifer sighed, "Mammon. He is not taking anything. This is going to help MC."

"Will it hurt?" Beel had made his way through the crowd of his Brothers to talk to the doctor.

"They won't feel a thing while they're under. There could be some aching after the procedure, but as long as it is properly taken care of there will be no complications."

The Brothers breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

"I'll go through with it." MC pipes up.

The doctor smiles and says, "Wonderful. You can set up an appointment and get the paperwork at the front desk." He then turned on his heel shutting the door behind him, leaving MC and the Brother alone in the room.

"Are you sure this is the best idea, MC?" Levi's voice shakes as he speaks.

"It'll be fine guys. This is a common human procedure, plus I have all of you to help me afterwards." This seemed to easy their qualms. MC went to the front desk and scheduled the surgery sometime during the next week.

Before they knew it, a week had almost passed and the procedure was to take place the next morning. All of the Brothers were frantically running around trying to prepare until Lucifer finally got their attention.

"I want all of you to listen closely," He stood tall and spoke to his brothers now gather in front of him.

"MC is not allowed to eat anything after dinner tonight. They are only allowed to drink water," Beel's face turned sullen, as MC was usually his partner in crime for midnight raids of the fridge.

"The surgery is said to take two hours," Levi's face lit up at the thought of being home early enough to join his team in game and maybe even have MC assist. Only for it to fall again as Lucifer continued, "But before we come home, we will need to pick up some human pain medicine for when the medicine from the surgery wears off."

Asmo seemed quite intrigued with the mention of shopping in the human world, but his thoughts were cut short when Lucifer added, "And we will not be picking up anything else."

Lucifer sighed before continuing, "I have already made a shift schedule for who will take care of MC when we get home. It is in the center of the table." Satan reached for the paper as Lucifer droned on while Mammon peered over his shoulder.

"I will also be giving you instructions on how to change out the guaze and other things to stay away from." Lucifer gave the stack of packets to Belphie who didn't even take one. He just yawned and passed them to Beel.

"MC will be unable to participate in most activities for at least four days. So put any schemes you have on hold until they feel better. Understood?" Lucifer's words were stern as he glared at all of his Brothers.

"Understood." They all groan in unison.

MC, meanwhile, had taken their seat at the table and has began to fill their plate.

Satan grabs his pamphlet and sits across from MC. He quickly flips through the papers before skeptically looking up at them.

"You are confident that this is safe?" He eyes the human nervously as they swallow their food.

"Sure it can't be that bad. Some of my friends had it done and they're still alive." The brothers look between themselves as they all begin to read the possible outcomes of the procedure.

Dinner ends with everyone but MC and Beel leaving their plates mostly full. Slowly they all go their separate ways to their rooms.

When morning arrives, Lucifer wakes everyone up. He quickly goes through the house and rushes everyone out the door in order forC to get to the human world on time. It takes a lot of effort, but the group eventually makes it up to the office in one piece.

Asmo sits next to MC holding their hand and talking to them, "They better not mess up your face. If they so much as make a wrinkle on your skin. I will personally tear them apart."

MC chuckles, "Asmo. They have to have something to keep my mouth open. Don't be so dramatic."

As MC finishes their statement, their name is called and the group goes back with them.

They watch as the dentist helps MC into the chair resembling a torture device as he talks to them.

"You should be out for about two hours, you didn't eat or drink anything correct?"

MC shakes their head no and the doctor smiles before putting on his surgical mask, "Great! Then let's start the procedure."

The brothers gather around MC gently laying their hands on the human's body as the needle penetrates the human's arm.

"I'll be fine guys... Don't worry... One... Bit..." They watch as MC's head slowly lulls towards them. They look at the doctor in fear only to be quickly ushered out by the nurses.

Thankfully, there was a small room where they could sit and watched MC being worked on.

As they watched horror struck their faces.

💙 Lucifer

He really just trusted the process and had no idea what was going to happen.

So when he sees a tube being shoved down MC's throat he is upset and nearly breaks down the glass.

Then he remembers that MC is doing this to feel better and restrains himself.

But only because MC wants this done.

💛 Mammon

Mammon did not like this idea from the beginning! It sounded to dangerous and no one should be taking ANYTHING from MC (besides him).

Definitely was not happy when he started to watch them cut into their gums and blood started to get everywhere.

Lucifer and Beel had to hold him back so he didn't rampage.

Immediately grabs MC when this is all over and does not let them go.

🧡 Leviathan

Levi thought this would be a quick and easy process because it was only going to take two hours.

So they pull out a tooth and that is it right? Wrong.

He is horrified when he realizes they have to cut the teeth out and sew MC back together.

Why would they agree to something so invasive!? Why is this normal for humans!?

💚 Satan

He did a bunch of research and was the reason they went to a human dentist in the first place.

He knew what the entire procedure would entail and even tried to tell MC that it was pretty intense.

But he wasn't going to go against MC's wishes if they wanted to get it done.

Definitely stepped out of the room when it was happening... He didn't want to see it.

💖 Asmodeus

Asmodeus was fine to do anything that MC agreed with, then he saw them pulling their cheeks back and he got angry.

He was quite upset that they were stretching MC's precious skin! They could get wrinkled! And don't even get him started on the tube in their throat.

He wanted to march into the room and stopped them, but he remembered how much pain MC was in and that they needed to get it done.

He will get revenge later. Right now, he is focusing on MC.

❤ Beelzebub

Beel just wants to make sure MC is safe and feeling better no matter the cost or procedure.

So when he starts to see all the terrible stuff happening, he steps out with Satan to get some snacks.

By the time he comes back full, the procedure is over and he can walk in with everyone else as they wait for MC to wake up.

He did save MC one bag of chips... he was worried about them not eating breakfast...

💜 Belphegor

Belphie would be upset at what's happening, but more upset that he can't be next to MC to take a nap.

He definitely cares about them being safe, but he knows they agreed to it and human procedures are weird so he isn't too worried.

He just wants to take a nap and he needs his human pillow.

He will lean on MC's arm and immediately fall asleep whenever he is allowed in to see a groggy MC.

[multiplefandomsblog]

request; COCKWARMING WITH SHUICHI OR MONDO PLEASEEEEE I BEG OF YOU

warnings; Shuichi is the ones serving(aka, the one who is… Penetrating), the reader has GN parts and pronouns, yeah penis microwaving, the slightest bit of sadism, the slightest begging kink, kissing, denying himself orgasms.

note; OKAY SO I TRIED MY BEST TO WRITE FOR MONDO AND I DON'T KNOW WHY ITS SO HARD TO WRITE FOR HIM IM SORRY SAUDBHJSKDFB also i couldn't tell if you meant hc or oneshot, so i just did head-canons- if that's okay- lmk if you wanted a scenario/one-shot instead, I'll totally re-do it for you, don't even worry about it!!!

Shuichi Saihara

◊ I think Shuichi wouldn’t know what it was at first; he’s pretty inexperienced when it comes to anything about sex, positions, kinks, fetishes... um, anyway—

◊ You’d definitely have to talk about it to him straightforwardly, he wouldn’t know what you were talking about at all if you tried hinting at it.

◊ The conversation is a bit awkward, and as much as Shuichi tried to remain serious about an activity such as that; you can see it on his face. He isn’t fooling anyone.

◊ Shuichi is open to the idea, maybe even more than just open. Like, he just,,, really wants to try it out. With you. Although he’s honestly a little afraid he might not do it properly, but even so, he’s willing to try.

◊ The first time you guys try it out, Shuichi sounds like he’s more strained than you, despite you being the one who has to be stretched out.

◊ Shuichi would probably get concerned for you halfway and ask you if you need to pull away, he has his hands supporting your hips the best he can. The baby boy looks up at you, flushed, panting face, but you can still see the concern glossing over his eyes.

◊ He doesn’t want to hurt you at all. So if you ever winced, he’d be quick to apologize or soothe you with gentle kisses on your neck and hands whilst apologizing under his breath. “I-I’m really sorry, a-are you okay? Do you need to pull off?” The idea doesn’t exactly rouse him, but he always puts your comfort and safety first. He doesn’t ever want to see you in pain, nor be the cause of any pain.

◊ Shuichi, for the love of God, cannot cock-warm and be doing something else at the same time. Like doing detective work and having you in his lap; it takes up so much of his brainpower to not cum, so imagine how much energy he’d need to focus on a case whilst you squeeze the life out of him.

◊ Maybe if he was kissing you and cock warming, sure. But even then, he has to leave short, fleeting kisses on your lips instead of long, passionate ones because he has to take a damn breath every few seconds to try and calm himself down.

◊ He’d be leaving you slow, short kisses that’d tease you to want more unintentionally, before pulling away to rest his head on your shoulder. He gets a bit overwhelmed from the dual intimate contacts. “W-wait, I... give me a second.” The boy is trying so hard not to cum right then and there from the way your walls clench around him, he has to grasp at your hips in desperation.

◊ Speaking of which, if you ever clenched around him particularly hard, he’d whimper and clench his eyes shut before digging his fingers into your thighs, “S- wait! P-please, wait…!” And he lets out that little strained moan, you know, in his JP voice files-

◊ If he ever saw you do this on purpose, he’d plead your name, followed by a strained groan from trying not to climax; it’s unfair. He thinks it’s super unfair.

◊ If he was feeling especially cloudy in the brain, he’d probably retaliate by bucking his hips ever so slightly, just to get that satisfying moan out of you. Obviously, he doesn’t admit to liking when you plead for him to wait, instead, he plays innocent; “I- I’m sorry…! It was on instinct…!”

◊ LIAR

◊ Sometimes Shuichi would unintentionally pull you closer to him by tugging at your hips, resulting in him going even deeper. This is a simple instinct to bring you closer, he truly doesn’t think about the effect it has on you.

◊ Cock warming doesn’t last long with this poor boy, he’d either cum on accident from the slightest movement, or he’d have to pull out before he did.

◊ Shuichi doesn’t love cock-warming a ton; as a result of the fact, he can’t last long before having to cum or pull out. But if you asked him to do it again, he wouldn’t say no. Though he’d be a little hesitant. Well, maybe if you begged him—

◊ Jokes aside, seriously, just one little plea out of you, and he caves in. It definitely strokes his ego to know you’d literally beg for it. There is a small sadistic part of him that wants to deny you again, but he doesn’t, he’s too weak, and he loves you too much.