#i tried so hard to suppress myself from screaming

[athousandbyeol]

helo helo was down for a bit but am back for now

how have you been ???? hope you doing well and fine and alright and OK and healthy and is safe.

the unboxing video is soo cutteee i could literally feel the excitement and I was squealing with yoh also I love ypur chrome bg it's pretty my guncher also the traumatic side of me whenever I saw u handling the cardholder kept seeing the letter from cher O_O am sorry am as traumatised as gun when he wakes up to an empty bed in ep12 and freaks out o.o

annddddd I saw these videos and thought you might like it

https://twitter.com/minty_licious/status/1678478467229265920?t=IKpFS9mgSS8KqPLx_qxDlw&s=19

https://twitter.com/F0XMOCHI/status/1678722424542752769?t=UKbPOeY7vYj0vZFoCJWsMg&s=19

hope it makes your day!!! <3

also that was such a beautiful topmew discussion it gives so much depth to the trailer and the pics and guess what I am someone who focuses and gives attention to eveey little detail while watching something I like tjough i don't k ow how to put them to words it's all in my head I otice it all and reading your discusiions/analysis pure bliss is what I felt <3

also I zoned out for a while and forgot whaf i was about yo say... anyhhoo... have a lovely day/night

#the unboxing video was soooo cute

#atp I feel cherkrub is like a kink for them?

#it was beautiful you are beautiful inside out

#bye see you later

#I am really sorry if I am annoying you with all these asks of mine randomly

<3

hi hi hi :) i hope you're feeling/doing better now. the weather is constantly changing so i hope you'll stay hydrated and just overall, taking care of your health ^^

thanks for asking. i'm doing well. but i'm a bit under the weather so i'm just resting at the moment. i hope your wishes for me will be granted. i appreciate it very much.

AHHH thank you :') i still couldn't believe it came waayy earlier than expected. but i'm thankful it safely reached me before other things happen in my life hahaha. i've changed the background because it didn't show up when i refresh the tab :( a bit sad but it's no big deal. wait— i'm sorry... now you've mentioned it, that moment was indeed traumatising. couldn't even imagine how lost gun felt when cher left him with only a note. <'3

op the first video! i watched it without the audio yet i still blushed! aside from it being a religion, i think it should be illegal... it has awoken some questionable things in me that i choose not to address. xD

it did make me smile :( how cute! p'book is really adorable <3 thanks for always sending me these cute videos. i'm so happy to look at them all.

i think you've seen this before but it's so best friend behaviour and i love that about them :') why are they such dorks? goodness. they need to slow down. and this too... i have tears in my eyes every time these pictures pass my timeline. how wonderful. i hope they'll be happy with each other for a long time.

oh my God, you read my discussion??? i'm going to hide now—

thank you. i haven't seen much discussion on only friends probably because the show hasn't aired yet. but i think it's fun to build up theories and make speculations before we get the real thing (just to see everything crumble because i'm always wrong xD). anyway! i'm glad the discussion provided clarity to your own input about the characters. i'm also thankful that you saw what i saw! which is cool! i'm such a sucker for colours/symbolism so it's nice to know someone sees it too.

hahahaha it's ok. i do that all the time. and i just wanna say thanks for wanting to talk with me. i have a feeling you have a lot going on in your head and i also have many thoughts. therefore when we communicate like this, i feel like my ideas are clarified to an extent, which is liberating. so thanks op for sending these asks. i'm thankful.

[immortalmrwavell]

Wavell’s Vacation 2

(Original story posted 26th August 2022) This story has received mild edits and corrections

Read the First Part here!

Week 2

It was only after about an hour of surveillance that I came across another man that caught my eye. He was a lean guy, average height, decent bit of body hair and looked to be in his mid 20’s. But what really caught my attention were those dazzling blue eyes and not to mention the ginger hair and beard. I’ve always had a soft spot for gingers honestly, especially ones as cute and handsome as this guy. I thought it over for a while but quickly decided that this was going to be my next stop.

When I found him he’d been out jogging so I followed him around for a bit until he eventually arrived home. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead as he grabbed a quick snack from the kitchen. Minutes later I watched as the man marched into the living room with a sandwich on a plate, placing it on the small table beside his chair before getting comfortable to watch some TV.

Part of me wanted to sit around and observe for longer and usually I would but I was so drawn in by that lovable face of his that I just couldn’t help myself. With Tim I dove in through his mouth so, to keep things interesting, I wanted to find a different entrance this time. I had a couple options of course but it didn’t take long to decide which would be the most fun.

Just as he was about to grab the TV remote I dived down, past his face and towards his crotch. As you can imagine the man jolted in shock and surprise when I began forcing myself into the tip of his cock. He leaped up onto his feet immediately, sticking a hand down his shorts in panic only for him to see his cock bulging slightly as an invisible force pushed its way inside. Dropping his shorts to the floor, the handsome ginger tried desperately to figure out what the hell was going on! But as I continued to force myself inside, the nerve endings in his penis were going crazy! He wanted to scream and panic but all he could do was let out animalistic groans while his now fully hard cock continued to bulge, levels of pleasure never before felt racking his body.

I’d say the only downside to this method of entering a body is how much slower it is. By the time I’d pushed about a third of myself into this young stud’s cock, I could’ve forced myself down his throat five times over. But then again maybe that isn’t much of a downside. Listening to him groan out lustfully while his entire body quivered with ecstasy was quite the treat honestly. As was feeling the shaft of his member continuing to engorge as I squeezed my form inside.

Eventually I found myself about three quarters of the way in when the man let out a deep roar, deeper than what I had expected from him. It very soon became apparent why as I felt a wave of cum ripple through my ghostly form before shooting out of his cock in large splashes. I had zero doubt in my mind that it was the biggest load this body had ever produced as it continued to drip and spurt. Of course after that his moans only increased as I still had a small piece of myself to fit inside his now even more sensitive cock.

It had to have only been a few minutes but for him it likely felt like an eternity. However the end finally drew near as the last of my ghostly body slipped into his shaft. But not before causing him to grunt and let out a few extra squirts of his man milk. After that I decided to get straight to work. Unlike Tim, I made sure to spread myself throughout this sexy fucker’s body entire body the second I was fully inside. I wasted no time taking full control.

Next thing I know I’m falling backwards onto the couch, my new sensitive as fuck dick twitching away after all that intense stimulation. My eyes fluttered shut as I suppressed the mind of the man whose body, forcing him down into the deep recesses of his own subconscious. After that I hooked myself straight up to his memories and got to work on absorbing them. From there one of the first things I learned was his name. Jake Rumble. And for the next week it would mine.

I sat there for the next ten minutes or so as my cock returned to its usual flaccid size, carefully sifting through Jake’s memory bank. I found out about his family and friends, what he does for work, what hobbies he enjoys and more. It also didn’t take long to discover that he was already gay. Good. At least hooking up with dudes shouldn’t be anything new to this body.

Once I had everything I wanted, I cleaned myself up and pulled my shorts back on before pretty much resuming where Jake left off. I grabbed the TV remote, switched it on and flicked through a couple channels until I found one I liked before grabbing my sandwich. Of course I’d put it on the sports channel. What better to watch when having a meal than a bunch of bulky men tackling each over to the ground while fighting over a ball. Though maybe that was my recent experience as Tim Tebow speaking.

Over the next few days I actually had a ton of fun living out this life. My new job was certainly something I’d never done before. I worked in an office space where my job was to design and develop ideas for games and I’ve gotta say I really enjoyed it. I’d never done anything like it before but, with Jake’s memories and skills at my disposal, it all seemed like a piece of cake. It was also a very comfortable and positive atmosphere that I found quite relaxing and enjoyable. I got on very well with Jake’s co-workers too as I settled in nicely to his ordinary life. A life I’d never had. Maybe that was my own fault though. I could have a normal life with the rest of these humans if I so desired… but that wasn’t me. Not now anyway.

Back on the topic of co-workers however, there was one in particular that really caught my eye. Well he wasn’t really a co-worker, more like my boss but he never treated any of us as such. He was fun and tried his best to keep the office energy high. Bosses like that weren’t as common as they should be. I had to admit he was pretty handsome too. Quite nerdy too like most people in the office but in an adorable way that made my heart flutter.

Looking through my memory banks I soon came to find that my new boss, who’s name was Jim, was not only gay like my current host but that he’d sort of made a pass at Jake a couple weeks back. It was during a night out with a bunch of the people here in the office. He ended up getting rather drunk and by the end of the night he was hugging Jake profusely while telling him what a good employee he was. It got to the point where someone had to take Jim home and, since the man was already clinging to him, Jake offered to do so. Thing is nobody was actually sure where his house was and he was too drunk to give trustworthy directions so Jake just ended up taking Jim back to his place. The second Jake closed the door however, Jim started planting kisses down his employee’s neck. He even started getting a bit handsy. After the initial shock Jake pushed his boss away gently. He couldn’t deny that he’d been having thoughts about Jim as well but it was his boss and he was way too drunk to be consenting for sex.

Jim woke up the next morning on Jake’s couch and apologised profusely after remembering his behaviour from the previous night. Jake was quick to forgive him and the two promised not to share any of it at work. Since then there has been some noticeable sexual tension between the two…

I could feel it even now as Jim leaned over my shoulder to see what I was working on. Placing a hand on my shoulder, feeling his hot breath on my ear, smelling the deodorant he’d put on this morning. Oh it was driving me crazy! I could feel Jake’s cock beginning to grow harder with my excitement and I made no effort to hide it. He even stumbled with his words when giving me feedback as he glanced down at my crotch to see the visible outline of my dick straining against my pants.

The rest of the day went pretty much as it normally would for Jake. I’ve gotta say though, I really got stuck into my work. I had much more fun than I’d expected, especially considering I've never worked a proper job in my life before. Unless you consider offering my body swapping services a job of course.

Soon enough however, lunch rolled around and people were beginning to set their work aside in favour of getting some food to satisfy their growling stomachs. Honestly I was starting to feel that way myself. It’s a weird feeling though honestly. Hunger that is. I forgot to mention it before but I actually don’t have to eat whatsoever in my true form. I can but it’s usually only for pleasure. When I’m possessing someone however I of course need to eat for my host's sake. In any case I decided to forgo lunch for the time being, instead saving the work on my computer before getting up and heading towards Jim’s office.

“Come in!” I heard him shout from the other end as I knocked. Upon seeing none other than his ‘favourite employee’ Jake walk in however, Jim’s calm expression turned to a blush that he didn’t do well to hide. “O-oh Jake! What’s up?”

“Ahhh not much. I just can’t stop thinking about how amazing of a boss you’ve been recently.” I hummed while strolling up to his desk. “I dunno… I just thought you deserved a bit of appreciation is all.” I moved around his desk before placing a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it while relishing in how flustered he was getting. He was speechless. This was gonna be fun.

Slowly I turned his chair to face me before dropping to my knees. I looked up at him, a smirk growing across my bearded face. He looked conflicted. Like he knew we shouldn’t be doing this but couldn’t bring himself to protest against me. That is until I started to unzip his suit pants.

“J-Jake what are you doing… I thought you said this would be too complicated… me being your boss and all” Jim asked as he stopped my hand.

I got back up and looked him in the eyes, cupping one of his bearded cheeks in my hand. “Well maybe I was wrong. Maybe it isn’t that complicated at all. I want you…” My other hand reached down and gripped his crotch again. “…and you want me. It’s that simple.” By that point Jim’s face had gone bright red.

I returned to my kneeled position before shoving my hand inside his suit pants. This time he didn’t stop me. Simply looking down while gripping the arms of his office chair. I whistled as his dick finally sprung out at me, full mast. It was bigger than I’d expected. A solid 7 inches or so with pretty decent thickness all around. Not bad. I took a moment to admire it, telling Jim how big it was before wrapping my lips around the tip. I sucked on it gently for a while before going the whole way down and taking his entire length. Jake’s mouth was better at sucking cock than I imagined.

Jim was trying his best not to moan aloud with all the other employees outside still having their lunch. He instead grunted as quietly as he could while running a hand through my short ginger hair. With that I slowly started to get more enthusiastic, bobbing my head faster and occasionally pulling off to lick around the shaft and suck on his balls before going back down on his fat member. Just as he was starting to relax and get into it though, we both heard a knock on Jim’s office door.

He told me to get up in a panic but I instead gave him a sly look before sliding under his desk out of view before whispering to Jim to call them in. I could see he was conflicted but surprisingly he did exactly that. In came another employee named Patrick. He was asking around for opinions on his most recent designs and wanted to get Jim’s input. As he did I couldn’t help but grab at Jim’s still hard and pulsing shaft, kissing the tip a little to tease it as he tried desperately to maintain his composure.

“I’m uhh… a little busy right now Pat but I ca-UGH” Jim stopped short when I squeezed his balls without warning causing the other employee to look at him confused. “I’ll have a look later Pat but… I’ve got some work to finish right now.” Jim tried to play it as cool as possible. Patrick gave him a strange look but soon left the boss’ office.

It was hilarious how Jim berated me for squeezing his balls in that moment but he couldn’t stay mad for long when looking down at the cute face I now owned. Instead he got up from his desk and locked the door before checking all the windows were closed. By the time he turned his focus back to me, I’d already stepped out from under the desk. My shoes were discarded as I slowly pulled down my pants and briefs.

Jim stopped and stared for a moment until I beckoned him over. The first thing I did was pull him into a long deep kiss as our beards collided before moving some stuff off his desk and getting him to sit on it. Once he had, I climbed onto his lap before carefully positioning my hole above his cock and lowering myself down. The two of us grunted out in unison as he slipped inside, not wanting to make too much noise. Before long I found myself sitting on my boss’ dick, bouncing up and down as we continued to make out. I have to say that Jake’s hole was perfect for taking dick. It welcomed Jim’s cock inside easily while still squeezing around it tightly. Plus the sensation of that 7 incher rocking back and forth inside me was out of this world. But then again cocks always felt amazing. I believe that was the point.

“Wow… I’ll have to take your cock and body for a spin sometime.” I blurted out as I kissed along his neck.

“Huh? What do yo-mmmfmmph.” Jim was cut off as I pressed my lips against his once again while grinding my ass against his crotch. He soon forgot about my strange comment and went back to thrusting his hips to my delight.

Soon enough we switched positions. I gently pulled off his cock and lowered myself off the desk. Once he’d done the same I presented Jake’s supple ass to him once more by bending over said desk and told him to have at it. Soon enough I found myself being eaten out as Jim pressed his face between my fuzzy cheeks and licked around my hole. It was only after he couldn’t ignore his dick any longer that he finally pulled back and started aligning his member that was still poking out through his zipper.

The moment he plunged back inside I couldn’t help but groan. As I did however, Jim slammed a hand over my mouth to muffle me so we wouldn’t be heard. But that only turned me on more. Next thing I knew I was letting out all kinds of muffled sounds of pleasure as Jim began plowing into me. His spare hand grasped my shoulder while his balls smacked into me. For such a bashful and nerdy guy, Jim had some real sexual vigour once someone pulled it out of him. Now that those primal urges had bubbled to the surface, he was giving me the pounding of my life.

I couldn’t even say how long we went on for. I was simply in a whole other world. One of pleasure and bliss. I was only brought back to reality by Jim muttering about how he was about to cum. Hearing that I began grunting out even more. So desperate for his load and when I got it I wasn’t disappointed. He let out a low roar as I felt his thick ball batter pumping into me and coating my insides. Such a hefty load. He’d for sure wanted to do that for a very long time.

The two of us basked in the afterglow for a few minutes before he offered to finish me off. I replied saying there was no need, revealing that him pounding into my prostate over and over caused me erupt all over his desk already. As one can imagine Jim was pretty smug about that while stuffing his dick back into his pants. After which I offered to help him clean up the mess I made before putting my clothes back on before going back to work.

About ten or so minutes later I found myself walking out of Jim’s office and back to Jake’s desk. I pulled a food container out of my satchel and began to eat with a smile on my face thinking about all the other ways I was going to try and seduce my new boss at work for the next week.

And that’s exactly what happened among other things. I went out with my new friends on a few evenings for drinks. I kept up with Jake’s fitness routine to keep a lean and toned physique. I even got to meet a big part of Jake’s close relatives during a huge family dinner they do once a week. But the most fun still came from work. I teased Jim around the workplace as often as I could by whispering sweet nothings in his ear when nobody was looking. Brushing my hand against his when we passed one another. Always conveniently dropping a pen when he was around and having to slowly bend down to pick it up. Oh, it was fun.

And I don’t think it even needs saying at this point but the two of us continued to have our sneaky fuck sessions in Jim’s office throughout the week. I topped him a couple times but mostly I just wanted his dick inside me. Ordinarily in my regular Wavell form I’d be more of a dominant top but this body just yearns to be fucked and I’m willing enough to oblige.

But all good things must come to an end and so did this week. I enjoyed my last day as this cute ginger stud before getting home and sitting on the couch with a sigh. And with that I began my ejection. Of course I just had to go out the same way I came in, causing Jake’s cock to bulge like before as my ghostly form slowly pushed its way out. Gradually I relieved my control over Jake as he started to go limp and unconscious. It took a few minutes but eventually I managed to squeeze my way out of his dick. The last of my form slipping out at last, swiftly followed by a few ropes of cum that spluttered across the living room floor in front of him.

I looked back at the body that’d hosted me these last seven days and smiled. It was a great ride. I even decided to leave him with some pseudo-memories of the week rather than leaving it blank. I made it out to seem like all the choices I made were his own. After all it'd be a shame if the passionate connection I’d sparked with Jake’s boss were to be extinguished. Who knows, maybe one day they’ll move from office fucking fun to being in an actual relationship. Wouldn’t that be adorable?

Maybe I’ll have to come back and check on him in the future to see how he’s doing. But for now I had one last body to hop into before the end of my vacation.

Read the Third Part here!

[justastraymoa]

Unwilling Alpha

Chapter 3

Masterlist taglist

Hard conversations and 1st meal with the Omegas.

Warnings ⚠️ swears, abo dynamics, mentions of slave trade, mentions of rape, mentions of abuse, mentions of death, fear, manipulation.

Nothing within reflects anyone or anything irl

There was one open seat left in the living room. An oversized, overstuffed chair. I moved around the others, not missing the way they leaned towards me to sniff as I passed by. I wanted to hug myself and hide. It was very weird to be sniffed so openly.

Felix sat close to Chan, still not looking up. Chan had an arm over his lap.

“Anyone here not completely convinced y/n is their Alpha? Our Alpha?” Chan asked.

I looked around the room, no one spoke up or raised their hand.

"None of the other Alphas even came close to smelling like her. My instincts are going crazy right now.” Hyunjin confirmed.

"Hey Chan.” I spoke saccharine sweet.

“Yeah?” He replied.

“I hate you.”

"No, you don’t. You’re just being dramatic.”

"My life is over! I’m allowed to be dramatic!

Chan just rolled his eyes, ignoring my entire fucking crisis. I wanted to scream, cry, and punch him all at the same time.

"Hyung, you said you were going to explain.” Changbin reminded.

And so, Chan went on to tell everyone all about his quick trip to my small town and the deal that was made. It occurred to me that I never planned beyond the week. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would be the one to be able to bond with them. So, I made no plans on what to do next. If I should do anything.

“So, you’re not going to bond us?” Seungmin asked when Chan was finished.

They were all looking at me again, making me feel incredibly self-conscious. “I didn’t plan on this actually working.” I was the only response I would truly, honestly give them. I didn’t know what to do now.

"She is going to be here for the week. No one is going to bug or pressure her to stay beyond that.” Chan warned. “Let JYP and I discuss it with her.”

And I’m sure there will be a lot of discussions. A lot of promises made. Guilt trips. I would get it all.

"So, nothing’s been solved. We are still just as screwed as ever.” Lee Know sounded angry and I looked at my lap knowing this was all because of me.

I stood up. “Maybe I should go-“ I pointed a thumb at the door.

“No!” The response was immediate and from every Omega in the room, making me blink.

Han reached and grabbed my forearm. “You promised a week.” He reminded. His chemo signals smelled of anxiety and fear.

“To a hotel. I was going to say to a hotel.” I finished. I had meant to suggest the hotel to give them time to discuss this without me.

“We can’t guarantee no one will smell your subgender in a hotel. It’s not safe.” Chan reminded gently.

I let my head fall back before I dropped into a crouched ball and hid my face in my knees and arms, tears threatening behind my eyes. Everything was so messed up now.

I felt someone crouch next to me and start to rub my back, but I didn’t look to see who.

"You guys know how dangerous it can be for an Alpha nowadays.” Chan started talking again, softly. “We have heard horror stories from almost every Alpha we’ve tried. Y/n has been hiding her subgender with suppressants. Even coming here is a huge risk for her. Let’s all keep that in mind.”

There was a heavy thump on my upper arm that I assumed was the person rubbing my back resting their forehead on me. The contacts made me feel better.

They showed me to what appeared to be a guest bedroom. There were faint scents of other Alphas so this must have been made up specifically for potential bonding Alphas. It even has its own bathroom. It just reminded me again what I am really here for.

I sighed and bid them goodnight, shutting the door with no plans to actually sleep. I was on an opposite sleep schedule then them. And I slept on the plane not too long ago.

By the end of the week, I’ll be on the same sleep schedule as them, only to go home and repeat the whole process all over again.

Instead, I stripped off my clothes and ran a nice hot bath. Grabbing my phone and a book I brought I slowly settled into the water, hoping for a relaxing time reading and doom scrolling to pass the night.

I did manage a few hours of sleep near dawn. Hopefully enough to get me through the day. I was awake and dressed for the day when Chan knocked on my door. I bid him enter.

“Um, breakfast is ready.” He informed. He looked unsure.

I nodded. “I’ll be right out.” I needed a moment to gather the strength and courage to face everyone again. My dream of meeting Stray Kids has turned into a nightmare.

But instead of leaving, Chan stepped in and shut the door. I watched him in question.

"I wanted to apologize for last night. Things did not go like any of us planned.”

I snorted softly. That was an understatement. “It’s fine, Chan. I just-I don’t know what to do now.” I admitted.

He smiled sadly and nodded. “Well, you have all week to figure it out. In the meantime, just enjoy your time here.”

I followed Chan out to the table where everyone was sitting in varying stages of being awake. I sat at an empty chair between Seungmin and I.N, noticing no one had started eating yet. I wondered what they were waiting on.

When I was settled I.N started putting food on my plate for me. Heavy on all the best stuff. Then he sat back, and everyone looked at me. I blinked not knowing what they wanted.

“You have to start eating.” Han whispered helpfully from across the table.

“Why?” I whispered back. I was the only one with food, it would be rude to eat in front of them.

“You’re Alpha.” He said it like that explained everything.

“It’s an instinct thing. Just take a bite.” Seungmin sounded exasperated with the whole thing.

So, I picked up my chopsticks and took a bite. As soon as I did, they flurried into motion, filling their own plate and eating. Then I realized what happened. It finally clicked into place.

Their Omega instincts wouldn’t let them start eating until their freaking Alpha did. I felt sick to my stomach suddenly and set my chopsticks down.

I stayed at the table only because if I left it would have upset them, but I couldn’t bring myself to eat another bite. If any of them noticed, they didn’t bring it up. Instead, they talked amongst themselves, pretty much ignoring me entirely now that I did what they needed.

Slowly they all finished and left the table to start their day, leaving the dishes, leftovers, and me alone at the table. My eyes pricked with tears again as I started to gather dishes to clean up.

This is what they expected from their Alpha. Follow them around the world, take care of them, clean up after them, fulfill their instinctual needs. If I stayed, that’s what I had to look forward to at “home”. Meanwhile, their managers would shape me into the idol Alpha that can be seen with Stay Kids and make them money.

I put away the food, did the dishes, wiped the table, and swept the floor all in silence. While I did, I could hear the 8 Omegas going about their day. A small group was in the living room playing games. Some were in their rooms; doors open but doing their own thing. They were loud, yelling at each other from different rooms. Chaotic as they enjoyed their days.

With nothing else to do I set up my laptop at the table, put some headphones in, and logged into work. I would get an email from my boss later since I was supposed to be on vacation, but it was after hours back home, so he wouldn’t know for hours yet, and I needed a distraction.

There wasn’t so much a lunch as people made something to eat when they were hungry, so I was spared being used as an Alpha for the moment. I had a feeling dinner would not be the same story.

Not even one of them spoke to me all day. Ignored my presence as if I was a lamp or coffee table, only interacting with me when they needed me.

“You’re stinking up the room.” Lee Know complained as I.N filled up my dinner plate.

I had been in my own depressing thoughts as I stared at my plate. Instead of answering him I took a bite of food and chewed as they all loaded their dishes.

I was once again left with clean up.

As I was washing dishes, the doorbell rang. Assuming someone would get it, I kept washing. The bell rang again a minute later.

“Someone get the door!” Seungmin yelled.

I sighed as I dried my hands as I walked over to the door. It was JYP. “Chans in the living room.” I informed him as I went back to the dishes.

But he followed me instead. “They already have you doing chores, huh?” He joked.

I tried to smile, but my lips wobbled dangerously so I quickly looked away, back to the dishes. “Just doing my job. An Alpha takes care of their Omegas. Even prospective ones. However temporary.”

That’s right. This was only for the promised week. I didn’t have to stay. They weren’t my Omegas. 1 week, and my end of the bargain was fulfilled. Just play their game.

Since I was avoiding looking up from the dishes, I was startled when JYPs hand entered my vision, gently taking the sponge. I looked over. He had rolled his sleeves up to the elbows.

“Let me help. You can dry.” He said gently.

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Unwilling Alpha Taglist: @xxeiraxx @hanniemylovelyquokka @breadedloafs @songleepark @f1ln4dr3cl16mv33 @hyunjinhoexxx @kayleefriedchicken @vietjeb

[hopefulidiocy]

Your Aemond

Prince!Aemond x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fingering, rubbing, choking, praise kink, gagging, p in v.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT‼️ 18+ ONLY‼️

Context; you’re stressed and Aemond is SOFT for you, he loves you more than anything so he helps you relax.

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You came into your chambers, slumping down on your king sized bed, your face hiding in the silk sheets as you tried to suppress your screaming. Everything had annoyed you today from something as simple as a spelling mistake to a full blown argument with Otto Hightower. You had enough, you couldn’t handle it for any longer with boiling over and exploding. Tears streamed down your face, painting your sheets as you basically wailed into the fabric, beating the soft mattress with your small fist. A low whistle came from behind you, causing you to snap around with blurry eyes. Your betrothed, Prince Aemond stood behind you, taking off his leather gloves and throwing them on the night stand. His face a mixture of stoicism and curiosity.

“Bad day?” The comedic timing was something else and it instantly had you smiling, your tears still running but at least you had some positivity in the day. He was smirking at your smile, his reached forward, gripping your chin in between his thumb and index finger. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Otto.” You embarrassingly started crying again, his grip tightened, telling you telepathically to keep going. “He’s giving me all these jobs that I can’t handle by myself, since Dayna left, they are yet to find another maid for the children and now it’s down to me to help them. I know I’m just a mere girl and I have no authority here besides being your betrothed but it’s way too much, I don’t know what to do or say to anyone anymore.” His thumb stroked the tears away, his eye full of comfort. You sighed into his hand as he stopped wiping the tears and cupped your left cheek.

“Thank you for telling me.” He whispered, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’ll talk with him tomorrow but for now, I want to help you out.” His left arm slid under your legs and his right around your middle, you were suspended in the air and you wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your head on his shoulder. He settled you down between his legs on the bed, his back up against the headboard, your back resting in his chest and your head comfortable on his shoulder. “Relax for me, princess.” Slowly, he hitched your skirts around your waist, his hand roaming around your inner thighs and traced small circles on your soft skin. You sighed just from the relaxation, your eyes closed as his hard fingers slowly made their way towards your heat. Just the mere touch of your betrothed made you weak at the knees, the way his hands moved like he was playing an instrument every time he touched you; sexual or not. He treated you like a prized possession and you were the only person who could make him so soft. His hands switched out your underclothes to reveal your glistening pussy, the one that made him treat you like a toy one night and his goddess the next. His long fingers teased around your folds, his breathing deep as he pressed his lips towards your temple; he got just as much pleasure from seeing you moan and squirm under his touch than from you bobbing your head up and down between his thighs.

“Baby, relax for me.” He whispered so softly it was hardly audible. You relaxed, your shoulders softening as you melted your body into his; once you relaxed, his middle finger played with your precious clit. You let out a breathy moan, your eyes heavy as his hand perfectly treated your pussy.

“Aemond.” You whispered, breathy and a slight whine. He kissed your temple.

“You should be proud of yourself for what you’ve been doing, my love. You are so good. So precious.” His hand sped up. “Let me treat you, let me show how well you’re doing.” Your juices wet the tips of his fingers as he works you, your back arched upwards and moaned as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You contracted as he slid in two fingers, curling them and rubbing them against your g spot, your legs tensed slightly as he stroked your g spot; not letting you have a moment to breathe as his other hand came around your waist and pressed down on your abdomen making you moan loudly at the increased intense feeling.

“God, Aemond… it feels so fucking good.” You whined, turning your head and attaching your lips to his neck. Using your teeth, you managed a small hickey and he grunted with the slight pain you gave him but it definitely got him harder.

“You’re doing so well, baby.” He felt your squeeze around his fingers as your legs kicked out with quick, intense energy that rippled from your core and ignited your body with thousands of little lights. Your eyes glazed over, a small tear leaking out the side of your eye as you shake in his arms. He smiled against your head.

“Let it go baby girl. Let it go. Show me. Show me how good I can work that beautiful pussy.” He purred, pressing harder on your abdomen whilst his fingers work faster. Your entire body trembled as your orgasm washed over you, making you a dazed mess in his strong arms. He pulled his fingers from you, beckoning your mouth open as he stuck them down your throat. Your head thrown back, his eye looking rougher, as he forces his fingers to tickle your gag reflex. “You taste good, don’t you?” He asked, but your mouth was too full so you didn’t reply, just looked at him with welled up eyes. He slapped you harshly. “Answer me.”

“Yes.” You sounded muffled and a bit like you had a lost voice as his fingers were still in your throat. He pulled them out when he was satisfied. Harshly, he grabbed your throat and pushing you face down on the bed, once you had your ass in the air, he removed his breeches and smacked your ass as hard as can be, you yelled out. You heard his cock spring out of his breeches, slapping his belly button as he pulled it down and pumped it whilst looking at your perfect ass waiting for him. He loved the sight of you, trembling with your legs wide open for him. He knew you had to accommodate for his length and thickness, so he slowly stretched out your pussy with his cock. You groaned as your pussy ached, filling up with his perfect cock, the only one for you and the only one that could make you feel so lewd. He stilled, feeling your walls make room for him.

“Fuck yourself on my cock. You’ve earned it.” He said, his voice dripping with seduction. You loved it when he let you fuck yourself because you could go at any pace but usually he just grabs your hips and fucks you at an inhumane pace. Slowly, you picked up your upper body on your elbows, your hair falling over your face as you rocked back, letting his tip massage your g spot; no matter how fucked you were, you would always welcome this feeling. You rocked forward, your legs doing most of the work as you groaned out in bliss; his cock treating you so well. You started bouncing on his length harder and faster, working yourself towards your end. He watched as your tight pussy clung to his cock and the way it looked got him even harder as the noises of sex filled the room. He loved this image, the one of you fucking yourself with his hard cock. He relished in the feeling of your heat, the way you squeezed around him and suddenly he felt he couldn’t hold on any longer so he grabbed your hips; stopping you in your tracks, a little mess beneath him. You groaned from the lack of power over this as his fingers bruised your hips, you were being rocked hard against him, your ass hitting his abdomen as he fucked you with little to no mercy. He grunted each time your bodies slapped together, you whined with satisfaction as you saw stars come into your vision, your head full of nothing but sex and stars as you ready yourself for a big orgasm. You started trembling again, the biggest sign that you were going to have an overwhelming climax, and you gripped the sheets you were hitting your fist with earlier as you released your juices onto him, gushing everything as he slowed down his pace. You moaned loudly as he released himself inside of you, painting a masterpiece in his favourite place. He pulled out, you ached at the cold and the lack of his cock. He swiftly picked you up, your legs hanging over his arms and your arms wrapped around his neck as he kissed your head, taking you to the bathroom.

“Well done, baby.” He stroked your hair as he filled the tub with warm water, he caressed your cheek as he cupped the water over your bruised thighs. You sank in the heat, letting yourself relax; ignoring the aching between your legs. Grateful for the stress relief and for him. Your Aemond.

[gaycentral]

Secrets

Part One:

@reidcoffeemoon

You had known Spencer Reid for years now, back when he was a young, fresh-faced agent who struggled to speak to people his age and couldn’t beat Gideon in a chess match. He was thirty now, you’d both changed, unspoken feelings simmered beneath the surface, and you knew for a fact that Spencer was hiding something.

Your suspicions began a year ago.

Spencer was never late, and the few times he had been, it was always due to something strange. Years ago, it was his Dilaudid addiction that caused him to arrive late to work, other times it was migraines or nightmares. It was never for an innocuous, innocent reason.

A year ago, he showed up late to work with a black eye.

“What the hell happened to you?” You’d asked, eyes scanning over him for any other injuries. You wouldn’t have been able to find any with his purple cardigan and black slacks obscuring your view, but it didn’t make you worry less.

“I, er, accidentally punched myself last night when getting changed.” He visibly grimaced at his own poor attempt at a lie, suppressing a wince as he sat down, his muscles aching, every individual joint in his body collectively screaming from last night’s events.

Your brow raise told him you clearly didn’t believe him, although Morgan snickered loudly from his desk, having bought the boy wonders story. He was quite clumsy after all.

You were a profiler, you thought you’d be able to figure out what was happening quite easily. At first, you worried he’d relapsed, but ruled that out fairly quickly. Then you wondered if something was going on with his mother, but it wasn’t that either. It was frustrating, because you knew that something wasn’t right, but you had nothing.

The last thing you expected was for him to actually tell you what was going on, because if there was anything to know about Spencer Reid, was that he could keep a secret, and keep one very well.

Until he couldn’t.

It was one in the morning when he called, waking you up from the warm, cozy haven of your comforter as your phone buzzed loudly on your nightstand. With a tired groan, you reached over, a fumbling hand grabbing the phone and squinting at the harsh sting of the light in your eyes, fully expecting Hotch or Garcia to be calling you in for work.

You didn’t expect to see Spencer’s name on your screen, and you felt anxiety shoot through your veins as you sat bolt upright in bed, answering the phone.

“Spencer?”

“Hi,” his voice was a pained rasp, one you recognized as your heart sank. “I’m…I’m really sorry to be calling so late, but, can you come over? I need, uh, I need some help.”

He hadn’t even finished his sentence before you were scrambling out of bed, briefly getting tangled in the sheets and nearly face-planting on your floor before you managed to orient yourself.

“What happened? Are you okay?” You didn’t bother to change out of your pyjamas as you sped through your apartment, looking for your keys as simultaneously tried to put your shoes on.

“It’s hard to explain. It will make more sense when you get here, just…try not to freak out too much?”

“You can’t say that and expect me not to freak out, Spencer!” Your voice came out more of a shriek than intended as you all but burst out of your front door, making quick strides towards your vehicle as the cold night air rose goosebumps across your skin.

“I know,” he sounded exhausted, which didn’t help your growing concern. “I’m sorry.”

You would’ve told him not to be sorry, that he didn’t need to be while simultaneously chewing him out for worrying you but he hung up the phone before you could get a word in.

You definitely broke some traffic laws on your way to Spencer’s apartment building, and you were grateful suddenly that the roads were unusually quiet tonight or there was a good chance you’d have hit someone. But right now that was the least of your worries as you burst into the building.

For a moment, you considered taking the elevator, but you remembered how Spencer had made an offhand comment on his buildings elevator being slow.

Screw it. You’d take the stairs.

You hated the stairs, you soon learned, sprinting up several flights to get to his door. You weren’t sure where you’d gotten that burst of speed or endurance, but your lungs burned and your legs hurt like a bitch. But you made it.

Not bothering to knock, you tried the door, fully expecting to find it locked due to Spencer’s vigilance. Strangely, it slowly drifted open under your hand. He must’ve left the door unlocked for you.

“Spencer?” You called out into the apartment, shutting the door behind you as you entered. It was dark, the night and the deep green walls casting the space in darkness.

You didn’t get any sort of response back, but as you walked further into the apartment, you saw a light peeking out form under the bathroom door. Your stomachs twisted anxiously at the thought of what you might find as you slowly opened the door.

Whatever you were expecting, it wasn’t that.

Spencer was slumped over on the floor, barely holding himself upright against the base of the counter. The bizarre blue and red suit he was wearing was torn in several places and cuts littered the exposed skin. He was covered in blood—his own, presumably.

“Oh my god,” you crouched down in front of him, not even sure where to start, your hands hovering aimlessly. “Spencer, can you hear me?”

He seemed to be straddling the line of consciousness, his eyes heavily lidded as he managed to lift his head slightly before it dropped back down. You reached out, supporting his head in your hands.

“Holy shit, Spencer. We need to get you to a hospital.” The words were barely out of your mouth before Spencer was firmly gripping your wrist. Not hard enough to hurt, but to get your attention.

“No,” the word came out a broken plea, his grip on your wrist loosening but not letting go. “No hospital.”

You remembered the last time he’d been in the hospital, it had been due to anthrax exposure a few years ago, and it had been an incredibly traumatic experience for him despite the rather fortunate outcome. You supposed you couldn’t blame him for not wanting to go.

“Spencer, you’re hurt. You need some kind of medical attention, you can’t just stay like this.” Your eyes flitted over his bizarre outfit. It looked sort of like a Spider-Man costume. You’d seen that vigilante around a few times. But you couldn’t help but notice how detailed it was for a costume, a little too high quality.

“Just…just help me up, please?” He managed to look up at you, his tired eyes pleading and soft, and any further arguments died in your throat as you cursed to yourself.

“Damn it. Alright, put your arm around my shoulder.” He did as asked, his arm draping around your shoulders as his fingers lightly gripped your bicep for support, leaning against you as you wrapped an arm around his waist and began to help him to his feet. You heard him wince, biting down on his lip as he struggled to stand with your help.

“Breathe through it, in through your nose, out through your mouth.” You instructed him, briefly pausing to let him catch his breath. He nodded shakily, hair hanging in front of his eyes before he tried to stand again. It took a fair bit of effort but he was finally to his feet, leaning against you for support.

“We’ll take it nice and slow,” you assured him, beginning the slow shuffle out of the bathroom. Your mind swam. What the hell happened to him? You’d ask later, you figured he didn’t want to talk about it right now, but you were going to get answers eventually even if you had to shake them out of him.

You were halfway down the hallway when he passed out. His feet had begun to drag until he slumped against you with a heavy breath, sending you both to the floor.

“No, no no no!” You barely manage to catch him as you sink to the ground, keeping him from smacking his head off the floor, your hands hooked under his arms and his head in your lap.

“Don’t you dare do this to me, you ass!” You felt your eyes burn with tears that you refused to let fall. “If you die I’m gonna kill you so much!”

He groaned incoherently, his breaths strained, but he didn’t wake. His brow was furrowed, face twisted in discomfort.

“Okay…okay.” You stand up, picking him up and adjusting him in your arms until you’re carrying him bridal style, surprised at just how light he is. You knew he’d be light, but even when he was dead weight he was relatively easy to carry as you rush to his bedroom.

Setting him down on the bed, you anxiously wring your hands as you try to get your thoughts in order. In the dim lamplight his face is contorted in pain, his skin paler than it should be.

You rush back to the bathroom, grabbing a hand towel from the cupboard under the sink and running it under the cold tap, grabbing the first aid kit on your way out.

He was right where you’d left him, but he was mumbling incomprehensibly now, his words garbled and incoherent. You place the cool, damp rag on his forehead to regulate his temperature and begin looking for some kind of zipper on his costume.

“How in the fuck do you get in and out of this thing?!” You huff, knowing you’re not going to get an answer. There’s no zipper in sight, and you want to yell in frustration. You were about to go look for a pair of scissors when your hand brushes the raised spider emblem over his chest, and the suit suddenly loosens enough to be taken off.

“What in the–“

Oh.

It wasn’t a costume.

[make1wish]

sequal of Sylus: Crimson Curse

Dragon Sylus x Fem! Reader

TW: noncon, NSFW🔞

Setting: In this setting, I ( a female ) was condamned as witch by the masses and sentenced to death. To survive, I use the forbidden spell to release Sylus, the dragon that has been caged for a thousand years.

The pyre beneath the stake had been lit, smoke beginning to rise. Bound to the post, I listened to the angry crowd shouting "burn the witch." Just as the flames were about to consume me, I uttered the forbidden spell, opening the cave that had been sealed for a thousand years.

A thunderous dragon's roar shook the heavens, and a massive shadow engulfed the square. The crowd screamed and scattered as a red and black figure descended from the sky. It was Sylus, the legendary last dragon. His horns gleamed coldly in the sunlight, the ruby on his chest radiating a dangerous crimson glow.

He effortlessly tore away the ropes binding me and pulled me into his embrace. I could feel his hard scales pressing against my skin with an irresistible force. Before I could gather my thoughts, he spread his wings and soared into the clouds.

Sylus's lair was deep within the mountains. The cave's interior was far more luxurious than imagined, sparkling with gems everywhere. Piles of gold and jewels were heaped in corners, while a soft silk bed lay at the center. He placed me on the bed, looking down at me dominantly.

"You saved me," I said softly, only to see a meaningful smile curve his lips.

"No, little witch," his voice was deep and magnetic, "you saved me, so you must pay the price." His dragon tail slowly rose, its tip gently tracing my cheek, sending shivers through me. I instinctively tried to retreat but found myself enveloped in his aura.

Deep in the cave, days passed quietly yet oppressively. I could feel Sylus's golden eyes constantly following my every move, as if watching a precious collection. I began to notice that this powerful dragon always revealed an unmistakable loneliness when alone.

During one dinner, Sylus unusually initiated conversation. "You know, hundreds and thousands of dragons once inhabited this continent," his voice was deep and distant, "now I'm the only one left." I put down my silver cutlery, gazing at the flickering light in his eyes that held so many untold stories.

In the dead of night, I quietly slipped out of my room. By the faint firelight, I made my way to Sylus's weapon collection chamber. Various swords hung neatly on the walls, gleaming coldly in the dim light. My attention was drawn to an ornately decorated dagger, said to be an ancient elven artifact capable of penetrating dragon scales.

My daytime observations revealed that Sylus would take a brief nap every afternoon. This habit seemed like a fatal weakness, yet it filled my heart with conflict. That afternoon, as I stood before the sleeping dragon holding the dagger, moonlight filtered through the cave ceiling's cracks, casting a dreamlike shimmer on his scales.

Just as I raised the dagger, Sylus suddenly opened his eyes. His golden pupils reflected my startled face. "So you chose betrayal after all." His voice carried an indescribable disappointment. My hand trembled slightly, but I maintained my grip on the dagger. Sylus slowly rose, his massive form looming over me, yet showing no sign of aggression.

"Why don't you just kill me?" I suppressed my fear, meeting his gaze directly. After a long silence, Sylus finally spoke: "Perhaps because I haven't seen such defiant eyes in so long." His tail swept gently across the ground, stirring up dust. "You remind me of many past memories."

My grip on the dagger tightened, knuckles turning white. Sylus turned toward the depths of the cave, leaving behind a meaningful message: "You know, this dagger can indeed harm me, but its greater value lies in its ability to break dragon curses." His words hung in the air as his figure disappeared into the darkness. I stared at the gleaming dagger in my hand, my mind flooding with even more questions.

Sylus's tail tightly coiled around my slender waist, his rough scales rubbing against my delicate skin. His deep voice resonated by my ear: "Trying to escape?", his hot breath washing over my sensitive earlobe. I trembled involuntarily, feeling his dominant control.

Sylus's claws gently traced along my neck, sharp nails leaving faint red marks on my fair skin. He leaned down, his hot breath brushing over my collarbone, his rough tongue lightly licking the delicate skin there. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, my body becoming increasingly sensitive under his teasing.

The dragon tail slowly tightened, forcing my body closer to his. Sylus's palm caressed my waistline, feeling my body trembling slightly from nervousness. His lips gently nibbled my earlobe, his tongue teasingly tracing the shape of my ear. My breathing became rapid, my hands unconsciously gripping the sheets beneath me.

Sylus's other hand slipped inside my clothes, his rough palm caressing my soft abdomen. His movements were both dominant and gentle, carrying an irresistible possessiveness. My body grew increasingly hot under his caresses, waves of tingling pleasure surging from deep in my lower abdomen.

His kisses gradually moved downward, leaving a trail of moist marks along my neck. His dragon fangs lightly scraped against my skin, bringing both slight pain and indescribable pleasure. My breathing became more rapid, my body unconsciously drawing closer to him, craving more contact.

Sylus's hand wandered up along my waistline, feeling the smoothness of my skin. His tail slowly rubbed against my inner thighs, the sensation of scales making me tremble involuntarily. My fingers tangled in his hair, alternately tightening and relaxing with his movements.

My body trembled under his caress, sensitive peaks being kneaded by his fingers, waves of tingling pleasure making me moan sweetly. His tail coiled around my inner thighs, the tip lightly brushing my most sensitive spot, making my whole body shiver.

"Ah... no... not there... too sensitive..." I twisted my body trying to escape, but his tail only wrapped tighter. His fingers circled my peaks, sometimes gentle, sometimes firm, making me pant continuously.

"Your body is quite honest..." his deep voice sounded by my ear, hot breath hitting my earlobe. His other hand slid down my waist, drawing circles on my lower abdomen.

"No... don't..." my voice carried traces of crying, but my body honestly welcomed his caresses. His fingers finally reached my most private place, already wet and dripping.

"So wet already..." his fingers gently teased my bud, making my whole body tremble. His tail also restlessly roamed my inner thighs, occasionally brushing against my sensitive spots.

"Ah... too... too intense..." my moans grew louder, my body becoming more sensitive. His fingers circled my entrance, sometimes inserting shallowly, sometimes withdrawing, torturing me to ecstasy.

"Please... give me..." I finally begged, tears welling in my eyes. He chuckled softly, leaning down to kiss my lips while simultaneously plunging his fingers deep inside me.

"Ah!" my moans were muffled by his kiss, only able to make unclear whimpers. His fingers thrust inside me, each time accurately hitting my sensitive spot.

( Craving for more? Let’s go to Wattpad! Hope you guys like it :-3)

[sanemistar]

cw: angst, slight mention of blood, character death

a few months pass by after you and your husband sanemi’s 25th birthday and both of you remain alive and in good health, so you think there’s nothing to worry about anymore. that you both safely overcame the demise caused by your demon slayer marks that the two of you had already awakened during the final battle against muzan, that your life with him will be filled with nothing but happiness from this point onwards.

only to realize, in the hardest way possible, when one day sanemi collapses on the floor all of a sudden right in front of you, that all of these thoughts about spending the rest of your lives together happily were just foolish wishes of yours that will never become a reality.

you immediately rush to him, holding him in your arms as you put your hand on his forehead that is burning hot. he also seems to struggle with breathing as he starts panting more frequently. you feel your heart clenching tightly inside your chest.

“y/n…” sanemi says your name in a faint voice that’s unfamiliar to your ears. you desperately try to remain positive, suppressing a stream of hot tears from flowing down your cheeks.

“nemi… you’ll be okay, everything will be okay. i promise you.” your voice is as shaky as ever, and you cup his scarred cheeks in the palm of your hands as you softly kiss his forehead.

“t-this might be the last time i see you, so i just want to thank you for everything, thank you for loving me. meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me. i love you so much, my dear y/n.” things get worse when he starts coughing blood, and in this moment you feel your vision getting blurred by your tears that you tried hard to suppress earlier.

sanemi slowly extends his calloused hand and softly caresses your cheeks as he leans forward to place his lips on top of yours in a long kiss as he tries to savor the taste of your lips for as long as possible before he can no longer feel them. such a sweet yet painful bloodly kiss that leaves you feeling overwhelmed.

you helplessly watch as the light and life in sanemi’s eyes start to fade, his eyelids slowly shut, his hand that once caressed your cheek not too long ago hits the ground. you scream his name on the top of your lungs but to no avail, he can no longer hear you. it hits you like a truck in this exact moment that this was your last moment with him, the last time you hear him say that he loves you, and the last time you feel his lips crashing against yours. this is truly the end.

“oh God why didn’t you take me with him, why do i have to stay here alone without him…” you wail endlessly.

your beloved husband, whom you love more than anyone else, even more than yourself, is now dead. he died and took your heart with him. you cry hysterically mourning his loss until you could no longer feel anything anymore.

“until we meet again, my one and only love, my nemi.” still tightly holding onto his lifeless, you place one last kiss on his forehead before you let him go.

note: GOD WHY AM I MAKING MYSELF SOB AT 4 AM WTF IS WRONG WITH ME

[lucysarah-c]

When the inspiration to write Holy Ground has finally come back only for a little bit. And you remembered why you loved these dorks so much.

“And then… Right there, between the ruins of the castle,” the pauses between each word were accentuated by the flickering candle inside the lantern, casting an eerie glow on our faces.

My teeth clenched as my hands balled into fists, my shoulders tensed with anticipation. The fallen tree we sat upon felt less uncomfortable as I had entirely forgotten about it in the dead silence, my attention unwavering.

“I swear I caught a glimpse of something... whitish, iridescent.”

Involuntarily, my body scooted closer to my right, my knees raised, swallowing hard as I braced myself, though not entirely sure for what.

“I focused my eyes on the tall trees, trying to elucidate the shape of what I had seen, then SUDDENLY, ON MY BACK—”

In that exact moment, someone pressed each side of my back under my ribs, and I screamed at the top of my lungs. My cry in the middle of the night was abruptly interrupted by Hange and Nanaba laughing hysterically as they high-fived each other. “She always falls for it!” they exclaimed between bouts of laughter, clutching their bellies. The rest of the scouts, who had been listening to Hange’s horror story, joined in with quieter chuckles.

“HANGE!” Erwin’s deep voice resounded from the other side of the camp, and the undertone of his call was anything but friendly. “Could you stop scaring the cadets so they don’t scream in the middle of the night as if they’ve seen a titan while we are outside the walls?!”

Hange looked at Erwin from their seated position and feigned an innocent smile that Erwin, surrounded by squad leaders, did not reciprocate. “Sure thing, honey~,” they replied cheekily, but the blond man merely rolled his eyes.

“He’s such a party pooper since he’s single,” Hange muttered to the rest of us, covering their mouth to avoid being overheard.

“Only a crybaby like Y/N would take a horror story seriously,” Oluo said with that snobbish tone he so often adopted, taking a sip of his drink. He was three years younger than me, yet he felt entitled to act cocky.

"Then why'd you grip my arm when four-eyes was talkin'?" Levi, who sat between us, remarked while looking at Oluo. "You were shakin' like a leaf; for a second, I thought ya were gonna piss yourself."

It was priceless to see the cadet’s face turn crimson with embarrassment as the rest of the group continued laughing. “Levi doesn’t miss a thing,” Eld pointed out. My boyfriend had been silent the entire time but jumped in to state the facts.

Before I noticed, I was gripping Levi’s left arm as if my life depended on it, and he hadn’t even flinched. I let go, trying to regain my composure because, despite Hange using the only light source to creepily showcase their face, I didn’t want anyone to jump to conclusions.

I tried to play it cool. “Y/N, I don’t even know why you keep getting scared, sweetie, especially knowing that shorty is by your side.”

It was a word game, I knew. Levi was sitting next to me, but I knew by the brunette’s raised eyebrows that they implied something else. This did nothing to help the flush on my cheeks.

“Cut it out, four eyes,” Levi intervened.

But Hange dismissed it. “I’m just saying, shorty killed more titans today alone than most of us have in our entire careers as scouts.”

It was true; it was Levi’s third expedition, and his numbers were becoming hard to ignore. He was simply that good. If my memory serves me correctly, I pretended to focus on my hands, trying to suppress a prideful smile. But when I glanced at his side profile, my eyes betrayed the expression of someone utterly smitten with love and admiration. Gunther snorted, trying to stifle a laugh, while Eld playfully smacked him on the back of his head, although he too wore a playful smile.

Who could blame me? Only a day ago, at that very hour, the two of us had been intertwined in the attic for the very first time. I felt like a little girl with a crush, and it was hard to disguise.

[stonertora]

Sub Kenma x Demon Fem. Dom reader ❤️

Part 1

MINORS DNI, HEAVY NSFW

Warnings: drug use or abuse idk (reader smoking weed) , breath play, fingering, size kink, rough sex, blood, spanking, marking, biting, slapping, pet play, bondage, humiliation, orgasm control, cursing, heavy language, overstimulation, age gap (age isn’t mentioned), choking, hair pulling, squirting, anal, spit, pegging, mommy kink

So I’ll just make something clear right ahead or ppl get confused, the reader definitely has some demonic abilities and features like horns, wings and a tail, I’ll just say that Reader herself can choose who sees the features or not, so people might not see them. I’ll also write it in readers pov.

After I ended my 9 hour shift, I just needed something to drink, an energy drink would do it’s job tho, so I’ll buy two for my boyfriend too. after I say goodbye to my coworkers, I quickly left.

my legs were hurting. standing all day really wasn’t made for me, I could just fly all day, but of course I can’t do that, what would people think of me, seeing some cashier randomly floating in the air? they’d probably freak out and call the police, so yeah, I can’t do that here.

It’s about 8 p.m. so now I’m on my way to the nekoma highschool, getting my boyfriend from his volleyball training. I could hear his friends already yelling and laughing, nothing new though they’re always fucking around with each other. I bet Yaku’s beating Levi’s ass again.

Only thinking about it got me crackling. I mean he shouldn’t mention Yaku’s height all the time, so it’s his fault. As I walked closer to the boys, I looked for Kuuro cause where Kuuro is, Kenma can’t be far away.

,,Sup bitches. Where’s Kenma at?’’

I yelled out of no where, suddenly the pain in my legs all gone, and adrenaline building up in my body, that’s one thing I love about his friends, they never fail to light the mood. Most of them nearly got a heart attack, which brought a wide grin to my face.

,,Damn y/n, you could’ve warned us at least, Levi almost shat his pants. Anyways your boyfriends on the toilet right now.”

Kuuro told me, almost loosing it himself thinking about Levi’s scream, but couldn’t suppress a slight grin on his face. So I sat down on the bench next to the boys, listening to how their training went, how Levi kept on fucking up the easiest stuff, or how they once again tried to stop Yaku from beating his ass, which I know had Kenma’s hair growing grey soon.

,,Damn Levi, you really should keep up with the training, if you keep fucking up Yaku’s really about to kill your tall ass.”

I told him, while opening my energy drink.

,,But it’s not that easy y/n-Chan, I just seem to really be too stupid for all this. And stop calling me ‘tall ass’, or I might call you minor dater, old hag or something like that.”

he said already getting himself ready to run for his live.

,,The fuck you said you lil bitch?”

I yelled at him, ready to rip his limbs one by one. I was ready to yeet his stork ass, but couldn’t do it. He got hit pretty hard in the face by some basketball.

,,OWWWW! That FUCKIN’ hurt man!!”

He yelled while blood ran down his nose.

,,Then shut your reckless fucking mouth, bitch.”

Everyone now looking shocked over to the direction the basketball came from. An angry Kenma walking towards us. Okay he was pissed, even more than me myself, you can see it, even a blind person could see it. The fact he extra got himself a basketball instead of a volleyball proves it even more.

I walked over to Levi, and stared straight into his eyes while he sat in the ground, Tora holding a paper wipe on his nose.

,,You can be happy it was Kenma who threw the ball, if it was me and I’ve had be half as mad as Kenma you’d be headless by now. So watch your language.”

I told him, I know he’s probably shitting his pants, but he must hear it.

,,I-I’m sorry, y/n-Chan, Kenma-San, won’t do it again I promise.”

I kneeled down of his level of height and grinned slightly.

,,You’re good, lev. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t kill you. take my energy, it’ll help with the pain, yeah? Keep the cold can on your nose it’ll help it to stop bleeding. “

I stood back up walking over to Kenma handing him the other energy I bought.

,,Take it. You need to calm down. You’re right about what you said but you really didn’t needed to throw a whole ass basketball in his face. Poor man’s probably got a broken nose by now.”

I told him still grinning, I know Lev deserved it, and the scene replaying in my head almost got me loosing it.

,,Whatever…”

Kenma said, taking the energy drink out of my hand.

,,What you say?”

I asked him, voice stern.

,,Sorry, I meant thanks, Babe. He just pissed me off.”

he told me.

,, Yeah, I understand, let’s go home. Your live stream should start in about an hour.”

we walked over to the others.

,,We’re leaving now, his livestream’a gonna start in a hour. See y’all tomorrow!”

After we said goodby to everyone, we’ll except to lev for Kenma, we walked home, enjoying the weather, it’s so hot outside like we’re almost melting. We went inside our apartment, while he started his livestream I started cooking. Some Katsu cutlet with rice and fried eggs and soysauce.

Placing it in two rice bowls, and walking to our shared bedroom. I opened the door quietly, careful not to make any noise, not to disturb his livestream. I placed his bowl next to his PS4, and quietly sat down on our shared king sized bed. I ate my food while watching him gaming. After about 10 minutes I finished, meanwhile he didn’t even touch his food once or looked at it. I didn’t wanted to disturb him, so I sent him a message to eat his food before it gets cold.

After another 10 minutes I got an idea on how i could make him eat. I crawled under his gaming desk, gently laying my head on his left thigh, gently massaging the other one with my right hand. He slowly looks down, while I whispered to him to eat his food. Which he nodded to, but still didn’t touch his bowl once. This. Little. Bitch.

The fuck he thinks he is to just ignore me? So I decided to change my plan a little. Just a little. While he kept streaming and talking to his viewers I started massaging over his crotch, which finally got me a real reaction. Man’s almost choked on his own spit but no one noticed. But he kept ignoring me, so this bitch really wants to know it huh…?

Playing all cool in front of his friends, only if they knew what a little slut he is for me. I kept massaging a little harder on his crotch, already feeling how his boner grows. Still acting all cool huh? Wait till you feel this. I slowly pulled down his pants, together with his boxers. His cock jumping out of his boxers, saying hello to the cool air. A little whimper can be heard.

,,AYO? What was that Kodzuken? 🤨”

I heard one of his friends ask.

,,Nothing, are you schizophrenic or something?”

,,Nah, I heard what I heard. But if you say so…”

heh. You heard damn right, I slowly licked a stripe along his cock, then a few licks on the tip, which ended in me sucking his cock while he’s streaming. I can hear his breath getting faster, heavier, it got worse with every second. Swirling my tongue around his cock, adding my hand to pump what doesn’t fit in my mouth. When I felt him almost cumming I suddenly stopped and stood back up and let myself fall on the bed, watching some TikTok’s. After another 5 minutes I heard something like,

,, Alright, that’s all for today chat, see y’all in 2 days. Bye.”

then he ended the livestream and turned off his PS4, and walked over to the bed, laying down next to me, trying to kiss my neck.

,,Uh excuse me sir? Sluts that don’t eat don’t get to cum, it’s that easy. So eat your food now it might still be warm, if not put it in the microwave. After you ate we can maybe talk about this.”

He looks at me with the “are you serious right now” look on his eyes, but stood up and started eating. I knew he wanted to talk back, but this ain’t working on me, it’s only gonna make everything even worse for him, and he knew this. So I continued watching my videos, after a few minutes i felt something entering the bedsheets, one look down already told me everything.

so I laid back, turning off my phone and laid it down on the little nightstand next to the bed. I felt my pants being pulled down, then some light kisses and rubs against my clothed pussy. My heart starting to beat faster, legs lightly trembling. I felt him pulling my panties aside, his hot breath meeting my now free pussy. He slowly started licking along my pussylips, just how I like it. His tongue meeting my clit, licking lazy circles around it, sucking on it here and there.

,,H-hah…keep going, pretty boy.“

I told him, my breath getting a little heavy. He then moved his wet tongue from my clit to my entrance, now tongue fucking me.

,,Hnggh…just like t-that..“

I grabbed a fist full of his hair, pulling on it, he moaned into my pussy, sending little vibrations straight to my core.

,,Mmhh..g-gonna cum soon, pretty. Make mommy feel good..“

he then again started massaging light circles around my clit with his tongue, adding two fingers inside me, curling them up to meet my g-spot.

,,H-hnggghh~…just like thaat…you’re making mommy feel soooo good..”

my moans getting louder from minute to minute, the lewd sounds working me up even more,

,,P-please…mommy…wan’ you to…c-cum all over..m-my face…m-m’ s-soo…needy for your c-cum..”

that’s all I wanted to hear, him begging, knowing his place, the lewd sounds of moans and being eaten out mixed together sending me over the edge…

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Sup:) There’s definitely going to be a part two for sure! It’s just it’s 1 am over here and I have to work in like 5 hours. 💀 so I’ll post part 2 tomorrow or Thursday:3 I hope you liked it

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Ghostface | Matt Sturniolo P3

'What's the matter Sidney? You look like you've seen a ghost.'

ghostface!matt x reader

Chapter 3: liar.

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8

warnings: SMUT!, jerking off, cursing.

a/n: I've never written smut before bear with me guys 😭

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y/n's pov

"What's the matter, y/n?" he peers at me with utter malice in his eyes . "You look like you've seen a ghost."

I turned to cry out for help, but his hand closed around my mouth, muffling my screams.

Panic surged through me like a tidal wave. I struggled against his iron grip, but it was futile.

My vision began to blur, the world spinning around me as I fought to stay conscious.

'She had a bit too much to drink,' he chuckled to someone in the distance that I couldn't see.

His words echoed in my mind, each syllable a dagger of betrayal.

Lies. He's a liar. I thought in my head, unable to speak from the strong grip he had over my mouth.

No doubt he'd take me to his car and toss me into the trunk like all the unfortunate girls in the horror movies.

My heart pounded in my chest as the realization hit me like a freight train. My life had been turned into a horror movie - a nightmare that I couldn't escape.

Panic surged through me as I struggled against his grip, but it was no use. Matt's strength was overpowering, and I was helpless against him.

But before I could confront him, he removed his hand from my mouth, allowing me to speak. With trembling lips, I managed to stutter out, 'you're a liar.'

After receiving no reply, I gritted my teeth and braced myself for the inevitable, expecting to be roughly thrown into the trunk on his car.

But to my surprise, I felt Matt's touch gentle, not forceful. Instead of being tossed aside like a discarded toy, I was gently laid across the backseat of the car, my body trembling with a mixture of fear and confusion.

I fought to stay conscious, my eyelids heavy as lead, but the world around me blurred into a chaotic mess of shadows and lights.

My fingers clawed at the seat, desperately seeking something to hold onto, but my strength was waning, slipping away like sand through my trembling hands.

Each breath felt like a struggle, the air thick and suffocating as it filled my lungs.

I could hear Matt's voice, distant and muffled as if coming from underwater. He spoke of things I couldn't comprehend, his words swirling around me in a dizzying whirlwind of confusion and fear.

But one sentence stood out to me, 'I killed him '.

But despite my best efforts, consciousness slipped through my fingers like grains of sand, until finally, I succumbed to the darkness, my mind plunging into the abyss of unconsciousness, and confusion.

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Matt's pov

As I drove down the deserted road, the weight of my actions hung heavy in the air, the gravity of the situation pressing down on me like a suffocating blanket.

Guilt gnawed at the edges of my conscience, as I tried to ignore the growing erection in my pants. But, as I glanced at her through the rearview mirror, a rush of desire surged through me, igniting an insatiable urge of lust.

Her disheveled hair framed her face in a tantalizingly tousled manner, her lips parted ever so slightly as she struggled to regain consciousness.

With each passing moment, my arousal grew, fueled by the soft murmurs and faint moans escaping her unconscious state.

It was wrong, I knew it, after the events at the party, the carnage that she had no idea about...

I couldn't bring myself to ignore my now painfully hard cock, stealing glances at her until I couldn't take it anymore.

The tension in the air was palpable, thick with desire and temptation. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turning white as I struggled to suppress the lust and desire I had been battling with.

But with each delicate sound she made, a surge of heat washed over me, eroding whatever restraint I had left.

Closing my eyes briefly, I took a deep, steadying breath, attempting to quell the storm raging inside me. Even as I tried to resist, the pull of temptation was too strong to ignore.

This was wrong- I shouldn't be feeling like this when- I was interrupted by a loud moan, the lewd sounds going straight to my pulsing length.

'fuck it.' I muttered under my breath pulling the car over, wasting no time unbuttoning my jeans.

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y/n's pov

My head is pounding.

we're not moving. the car is not moving.

'fuck y/n'

The sound goes straight to my core, and I realise I'm wet before I even open my eyes.

As my eyelids flutter open, and I find myself gazing at Matt, who was pleasuring himself, his eyes screwed shut, his hand is pumping his cock, pleasured whimpers to slipping out of his mouth.

With each word, his tone grew more urgent, more fervent, until he was practically pleading, "Please, baby, I need you."

Unable to tear my gaze away, I watched transfixed as Matt's hand moved rhythmically over his length, each movement making me more wetter.

His soft groans filled the air, mingling with the sound of my own ragged breaths as arousal surged through me.

And then, as if unable to contain himself any longer, he succumbed to the overwhelming need, his voice breaking in a guttural moan of pleasure.

Despite the confusion and fear swirling in my mind, I couldn't deny the undeniable heat pooling between my thighs.

Rubbing my thighs together, I shifted uncomfortably against the seat, my body aching with need as a wave of desire washed over me.

Despite the wrongness of the situation, I couldn't deny the overwhelming hunger that pulsed through my veins.

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With a newfound surge of boldness, she mustered up the courage to speak, her voice dripping with seduction. "Need a hand there, ghostface?" she purred, gesturing to the mask that lay on the centre console

A wicked grin spread across Matt's face as he met her gaze, his eyes sparkling with lust. "Ride me, cowgirl," he growled, his voice seductively low.

After throwing off her denim skirt, she made her way to the driver's seat, to be met with the sight of Matt, his red tip now leaking with pre-cum.

With a sultry smile, she straddled him, feeling his hardness pressing against her as she sank down onto his lap.

As she sank onto Matt's lengthy dick, she threw her head back in pleasure, as she, at an agonisingly slow pace, began to rock her hips against his, back and forth.

In a haze of desire, Matt reached for the cowboy hat resting nearby and gently placed it on her head. "You look so sexy, ma," he whispered hoarsely, his breath hot against her skin, sending shivers down her spine

Matt's eyes began to close as he gripped her hips tightly as she quickened her pace, beginning to bounce on his dick, as his lips connected with her neck, marking what was his.

He began to trail his lips down to her chest and let out a deep groan as she clenched around him, bucking his hips up as y/n's eyes began to glaze over in pleasure, her mouth open, small gasps audible over Matt's deep groans.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "You're mine," before sinking his teeth gently into her neck again , marking her as his.

Her breath hitched at her possessive declaration, his hands moving down to her ass, and squeezing, making her clench around his cock.

'I'm yours' she whined, her tits bouncing urgently as she chased her climax. That's when Matt became rough, the grip on her ass getting tighter and tighter as he pushed her down onto his cock, throwing his head back in pleasure.

Matt's hands roamed eagerly over her, tracing every curve with a hunger that matched her own. With each thrust of her hips, she surrendered to the ecstasy coursing through her veins, her moans mingling with his.

As Matt thrust into her, his movements became more urgent, his every motion calculated to send waves of pleasure crashing over her.

With each deep penetration, he seemed to hit her g-spot with pinpoint precision, eliciting moans of ecstasy from deep within her throat.

As she felt the climax building inside her, she arched her back, pressing her body tightly against Matt's as . "Oh, fuck... Matt...Don't stop!" she cried out, her voice filled with raw desire.

She arched her back, pressing her body closer to his as she buried her head into the crook of his neck, her breath hot against his skin,"Shit, that's it, baby... Come for me," Matt urged, his eyes closed in pleasure.

As they both tumbled over the edge, curse words spilled from his lips, lost in the throes of ecstasy. As she sighed in pleasure, her eyes fluttered shut.

Impossibly, she slept.

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CHAPTER - VI | HIS NIYATI

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"What the hell were you thinking, Bhalla?" Bijjaladeva's voice thundered through the room; his frustration was evident. His expression was confused and rage, as though he no longer recognized the son standing before him. Perhaps he didn't—not after what had spoken.

Why? The answer was simple: me.

I stood silently, my eyes shifting between father and son, but my mind was elsewhere. It spun back to yesterday's events, back to when Bhalla's lips had been on mine, claiming them with an intensity that left me breathless. His touch had been firm yet soft, his arms exploring every curve as if he had memorized the map of my body in a way that defied reason.

I had tried to keep my wits about me, tried to suppress the shivers of pleasure that coursed through me as his lips found the sensitive dip of my neck. When his teeth grazed the skin there, a gasp escaped me, followed by a moan I barely managed to stifle. My body betrayed me, responding to him even as my mind screamed for me to pull away.

I couldn't let this go on as I whispered, "Can I ask you something?" though the words sounded hollow against the storm of sensations he was making me feel.

He paused, his thumb gently brushing against my swollen lips, his gaze heavy with desire as it locked onto mine. "Anything," he murmured, his voice a husky promise as he leaned in to press another kiss to my neck, trailing heat down to my chest.

"It's about the wedding," I managed to say, though my words came out breathless as his hands slid around my waist. He pulled me closer, and before I knew it, I was straddling him, his firm grip holding me steady.

How did I end up like this?

Oh, I knew. The kiss I had foolishly allowed had quickly spiralled into this—a fevered entanglement that seemed intent on searing itself into my memory. His hands, his lips, every touch felt like a brand, leaving traces I wasn't sure I could erase. My heart and body were traitors, swooning under his attention, even as my mind begged me to resist.

"Anything you ask is an order", he echoed, his voice tinged with urgency. His lips found mine again, capturing them in a kiss so consuming that I felt myself unravel.

I had to push through and stop this before I lost myself completely. I pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss despite his protests.

"You're killing me," he whispered, his breath ragged as his forehead rested against mine. His fingers traced my jaw with tenderness, cupping it like I might disappear.

I almost forgot what I was about to say for a moment. Almost.

"It's just... I want the people from Kuntala to attend the wedding," I finally managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. His intense gaze never lowered, sending shivers down my spine as I continued, "And I want Baahu and Deva to be back for the wedding." There. I said it.

The moment the words left my lips, regret washed over me—not entirely, but enough to make me second-guess my timing. Perhaps I should have waited, had more control over the situation, or, honestly, over myself. But it was too late now.

Bhalla froze, his expression unreadable, before something dark and fiery flickered in his eyes. Was it anger? Desire? Or both? It was hard to tell, especially when we were still so intimately entwined, his touch lingering on my skin, the scent of our heated exchange still thick in the air.

I couldn't help but wonder: Was the fire in his eyes born from the intimacy we'd just shared, or had my lips uttering Baahubali's name in this vulnerable moment ignited something else entirely? A dangerous line had been crossed, and I wasn't sure which side I was standing on—or if I was even safe anymore.

"Baahu and Deva?" he finally said, his voice low and deceptively calm, though there was an unmistakable edge. His thumb brushed against my lips again, his touch lingering as if testing me, waiting for me to respond.

I nodded, my throat dry. "Yes. For the wedding."

His lips curled into a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "You make bold requests, little flower," he said, his voice whispered yet carrying something dangerous. His hands tightened slightly on my waist, pulling me closer. "Do you think I'll give you everything you ask for so easily?"

I swallowed hard, but I refused to back down. "It's important to me," I whispered, though my voice shivered. "Please."

His expression shifted—just for a moment—as if he were weighing my words, my resolve against whatever storm was brewing in his mind. Then, leaning in, his lips grazed the shell of my ear, and his voice dropped to a chilling whisper.

"Careful, my good girl. You're playing with fire."

A shiver ran down my spine as I felt his words' promise and warning. And yet, even as fear flickered in the back of my mind, I couldn't bring myself to look away from him.

He was sorely mistaken if he thought I would back down so easily. Yes, Bhalla was scorching hot, his whispers igniting sensations I couldn't ignore, but my mind remained stronger. I needed Baahu and Deva back—no matter what it took.

I pulled away from him, slipping off his lap as he tried to capture my lips again. Not this time. If he was the fire, then I was the oil, and I knew just how much to add to make it blaze or extinguish it completely.

"Hmm, is that your final decision?" I asked, meeting his smouldering gaze head-on. His smirk widened, lazy and confident, as he leaned back against the headboard, folding his arms behind his head. The movement accentuated his triceps and abs, blatantly displaying his physical power. I quickly averted my eyes, refusing to let him distract me.

Standing tall, I tilted my chin up. "Then I think you're not very serious about this marriage," I said, calm but deliberate. I watched his expression shift; his smirk vanished just slightly as my words hit their mark.

Before he could respond, I pressed on, my tone sharper. "You call me your queen, but what's the point if I can't even have a say in something that matters to me? If my words mean nothing to you, then maybe this..." I gestured vaguely between us, "...has no meaning either."

He shot up from the bed so quickly that it startled me. His presence towered as he closed the distance between us. Firm yet surprisingly gentle, his hands cupped my face, forcing me to meet his fiery gaze. His lips curved into a dangerous smirk that sent me shivers of fear and something darker through me.

"My love," he whispered, his voice low and intoxicating, "you are my queen. But don't forget—I am the King." His thumb brushed against my cheek, his grip tightening slightly as his tone hardened. "And we cannot overturn the decisions of the throne so easily. Baahubali left by the orders of the Queen Mother—my mother. Do you think even I can defy her wishes without consequence?"

His words sent a chill down my spine, but I refused to waver. "If you are truly the King," I said softly but firmly, "then act like one."

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They say even the strongest men fall prey to the love they feel, and in Bhalla's case, that couldn't have been truer. Hours of my relentless stubbornness finally wore him down, but not without a condition—Baahu and Deva could attend the wedding but would have to leave immediately after.

It wasn't ideal, but I took it. After all, it was a start where I had managed to bring Bhalla, the great villain, to his knees. To see him trying to bribe me with gifts and lavish jewellery in exchange for dropping my demand was a sight I'd never forget.

But victory came when he finally gave in and promised to speak to the Queen Mother and his father. My heart fluttered with victory, and I decided to reward him. Leaning forward, I kissed his lips—not full-on, but enough to make sure my lips lingered, caressing his, teasing him just enough to set the fire ablaze.

When I felt him trying to deepen the kiss, his hands reaching to pull me closer, I pulled back, smirking. This time, I was playing the cards.

"Should leave something for after the wedding," I whispered, my voice low and coy, before stepping away. His expression was priceless—dumbstruck, frustrated, and burning with a need I wasn't ready to quench yet.

I didn't look back as I vanished into the gardens, but I let out a shaky breath when I was out of sight. My legs gave way, and I sank onto a nearby bench, my cheeks flaming.

Oh, my gods. I did it. I did it.

The memory of his stunned face brought a small, victorious smile to my lips, though my heart still raced in disbelief. Somehow, I had managed to outwit Bhalla—and I was beginning to realize how dangerous this game of hearts could become.

And that's how Bhalla ended up being grilled by his father, Bijjaladeva, while Sivagami loomed nearby, her gaze sharp and unyielding like a hawk. The tension in the room was palpable as I stood quietly to the side, my expression crafted into perfect innocence—like the good girl Bhalla so often called me. Good girls, though, know how to play bad when it counts.

"Stop!" Sivagami's commanding voice echoed through the chamber, instantly silencing the argument. She stepped closer to Bhalla, her sharp eyes analyzing him before flicking toward me, burning with intensity. "I am not sure how you made this decision," she said, her voice dangerously calm, "but I hope you've thought it through. After all, it's my future daughter-in-law's wish, and I want it to come true."

Her words left me stunned. Did I earn Sivagami's approval—or was this some calculated move of hers? She turned and walked away, leaving behind a fuming Bijjaladeva. His glare felt like a dagger aimed straight at me, anger and disdain practically radiating from him. If looks could kill, I'd already be six feet under.

But I held firm. Rolling my eyes inwardly, I kept the same broad, innocent puppy-dog eyes fixed in place while sensing Bhalla's gaze softening as it settled on me. His expression shifted, melting from irritation to adoration. My heart strengthened—this man was wrapped around my finger, and I intended to use it to my full advantage.

Without a word, Bhalla took my hand and led me away from the cold atmosphere of the council chamber to my room's privacy. There, he gently laid me down on the bed, his eyes warm and protective as he brushed strands of hair from my face.

"You're my queen," he murmured, his hand caressing my hair. Leaning down, he pressed a tender kiss to my forehead. His touch was gentle, his devotion clear.

As he stayed with me until I drifted into sleep, I couldn't help but smirk inwardly. It's a good thing Bhalla either loves me—or is utterly obsessed with me. Because I'll need every ounce of that obsession to ensure my plans become reality.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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This is the first part of my fanfiction 'To The Three of Us.' The rest of the fanfiction will be published on Wattpad and I will be making art for the fanfiction here

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Third Person/Kenny pov:

Whenever something good happens in South Park you’ll be foolish to think it’ll last long. That was Kenny’s mistake.

Kenny tries to steady his thoughts by removing himself from the frantic commotion that happens during the lunch period. He couldn’t let himself slip. He’s dealt with way worse situations but the feeling of isolation is corrupting his life.

Kenny hides behind the dumpster at the back of the school making sure no one is around. He takes out a lighter and cigarette, taking in the rush of smoke filling his lungs to ground his body to some feeling. He slowly recognizes quiet footsteps from his left leading in his direction and tries to stomp out the cancer stick, but the damage is done.

He turns his head to the person on looking at his form and immediately notices the mass of erratic blond hair and messily button-up olive shirt.

“Tweek, what are you doing here?”

Tweek looked down at the cigarette I stomped then replied to my question.

“You know, smoking at such a young age is going to make you die faster.”

I was going to make a joke, but for some reason, I decided to be honest.

“Heh, I don’t smoke for ‘that reason.’ Smoking can actually suppress your appetite, and well, my parents would rather waste money on cigarettes than feed the family.”

“Oh… Well- Do you think this could help?”

Tweek hands Kenny a brown bag with a Tweek Bros. logo filled with a sandwich and a muffin. I haven’t talked to Tweek since the whole “replacing me with him” fiasco so why is he suddenly worried about me?

“What’s with the special treatment?”, I ask Tweek.

Tweek replies saying, “Well, most people know Kyle and Stan give you some of their lunch. I noticed you haven’t been talking to them.”

God, why are people at this school so fucking nosy?! Kenny tried to ignore his resentment and responded.

“I’m fine. I just needed some space from them.”

“What did you eat today?”

“Uhhhh…” Why is it so hard to remember? “I think I had one-fourth of a waffle-”

“OH GEEZ! THIS ISN’T NEARLY ENOUGH TO FEED YOU! AHH!! I COULDN’T FORGIVE MYSELF IF YOU STARVED TO DEATH! GH- THIS IS WAY TOO MUCH PRESSURE!!!”

Tweek is shaking frenziedly and pulls his hair hard enough to almost make bald spots on his scalp. Kenny already had a hard time handling Tweek’s uncontrollable frantic movements from afar so Kenny tried to say anything that he thought could help.

“Tweek! I’m okay! Really-”

“GAAAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHA-”

Tweek dashed away from Kenny, with arms flailing and all, and left the school premises into town.

Kenny watches in awe for a couple of seconds until the bell rings. Kenny almost makes it to fourth period but is quickly interrupted by a dead-flat monotone voice.

“What the hell did you do to Tweek?”

Kenny turns his head to see Craig staring at him with his eyebrows frowning.

“What do you mean ‘what I did to Tweek?’”

“Tweek told me he was going to talk to you and I can’t find him anywhere.”

“Oh,” How the hell do I explain THAT situation? “Tweek gave me food, then he screamed, then he left school.”

“Okay.” Craig flips Kenny and walks to his fourth period class.

Why are they so weird? Eh, I guess that means they’re made for each other.

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Kenny woke up the next morning with the mindset of ignoring the two boys. He honestly doesn’t know how to feel about them, especially Tweek, but it’s not like life has gone his way before so it doesn’t.

Kenny notices people staring at the erratic boy walking towards him. Tweek is lugging on his back an enormous backpack filled with who knows what while also trying to carry his school backpack. Kenny also observes Tweek’s face. Tweek somehow looks more tired than before with large eye bags hanging off of his eyes and he’s barely able to stay awake.

Tweek finally makes it to Kenny and says, “Hey Kenny.”

“Uh… hey to you too.”

“Um, I wanted to give you this.”

Tweek struggles to take off the backpack consuming his form and hands it over to Kenny. Kenny unzips the backpack to look at a backpack filled with homemade sandwiches, baked goods, and fruits.

Did he- did he run home screaming and stay up all night cooking and baking just to feed me and my family? That is simultaneously one of the strangest yet sweetest things someone has ever done to me.

“I’ll be out of your hair now,” Tweek trails to his homeroom but Kenny grabs his shoulder and brings them into a hug. Tweek is shaking profusely in Kenny’s arms, but this time Kenny doesn’t care.

“Thank you, Tweek. No one has done something like this to me before.”

Kenny pulls back and sees Tweek look at him anxiously. Kenny could practically hear Tweek doubting himself.

“Really, I mean it. Who knew someone so cute cared about me.”

Kenny wasn’t lying when he said that. Sure, Tweek was twitchy but he had nice soft yet masculine features and Kenny definitely wasn’t disappointed by Tweek’s face going red.

“ALRIGHT! I’ll SEE YOU LATER! BYE!!! Tweek covers his face and trips to his homeroom.

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After Tweek’s intervention three months ago, Kenny started hanging out with Tweek and Craig. Kenny initially distanced himself from people because he was depressed about graduation. Pretty much everyone graduating would be leaving South Park (who can blame them, really?) and Kenny didn’t have any money to leave with them.

Despite Kenny’s concerns he still wanted to spend time with the two boys. He genuinely had a good time with them and they in turn somehow tolerated him.

Kenny was currently situated in Craig’s backyard at night, throwing pebbles at Craig’s window trying to get his attention. After a couple of seconds, he sees a light flicker on from one of the windows and hears the window slide open.

“Can I come in?” Kenny whispers to the familiar chullo silhouette.

Craig flips him off.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Kenny whispers back.

Kenny’s times as Mysterion helped him quickly climb Craig’s wall. He lands his feet on the floor and walks to Craig’s bed.

They’ve pretty much made this a routine at this point. Whenever Kenny’s parents would get into a fight (which was often) he would walk to Craig's house and use his telescope to distract himself. Tweek would sometimes join if his parents weren’t coddling him. Even though Kenny didn’t understand space, he did understand the appeal of looking at the vast space to fill your thoughts.

Craig puts Stripe #3 in his cage and sets up the telescope. Craig noticed that Kenny was being abnormally quiet so he decided to speak up.

“So?”

“Just thinking about things.”

“Like what?”

“Like how I’m pansexual.”

“Okay.”

Ah, there goes the classic Tucker charm.

“That’s really all you have to say,” Kenny replied.

“I don’t care.”

“Well, it’s kind of a big deal.”

“Why should it be a big deal? Sexuality is used by both sides as an excuse to ‘other’ each other and I don’t care to continue the trend.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true.”

Craig finishes setting up the telescope and guides Kenny to the eyepiece.

Kenny continues the conversation by saying, “Do you have a crush on someone?”

“Why are we on this topic?”

“Oh come on! You gotta like someone unless you’re aromantic.”

“No. I’m not that.”

“Hmm… is it Clyde?

“Ew. No”

“Is it me?”

“No.”

Kenny was a little disappointed that it wasn’t him even though he knew his real crush.

Kenny removed his right eye from the telescope to see Craig’s reaction to his next question.

“Is it Tweek?”

Craig’s cheeks and ears were quickly covered in a vibrant red. Craig tried to hide his face with his chullo even though his reaction was obvious.

“U-Uh… I don’t know…”

“Aww! Someone has a crush! I think you should tell him though. You guys work well together.”

Craig didn’t say anything, turning his back to Kenny and wanting to cut the conversation. Kenny didn’t push him and continued to look at the stars through the telescope.

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Around midnight Kenny sneaks out of Craig’s house and takes out his phone to text in his group chat with Craig and Tweek.

Orange AirPod

hey guys. You wanna hang out tmw?

Space Cadet

dude you literally left my house like 2 secs ago and it’s fucking late. Stfu

Orange AirPod

meanie >:(

Coffee Bean 

aw ;-; I wish I was there

Orange AirPod

see Tweeky wants to hang out

Coffee Bean

Tweeky? really?!

Space Cadet

fine. We can talk about it at school. Night mcwhoremick. Night Tweekers

Orange AirPod

🖕

Space Cadet

Hey that’s my thing

Coffee Bean

what’s with the nicknames? :(

Kenny closes his phone and continues to walk home. He knows he should probably distance himself from them but there are only three weeks of school left so why not?

To make the walk a little more entertaining Kenny sings Butter’s song

“Lu Lu Lu, I’ve got some apples,

“Lu Lu Lu, you got some too!”

What? It was catchy. Don’t blame Kenny.

Kenny sees the outline of his house but then he hears someone running up to him. Kenny turns around and sees a zombie coming close to his face.

“THE FUCK-“ Weren’t zombies supposed to be slow?! His answer was confirmed when the zombie ripped on his flesh and the world went blank.

Huh… nothing ever goes right for me.

My Wattpad

[ms--lobotomy]

Short, dirty daemon Fulgrim fic made in defiance of God and all He deems holy. May write another bit of it in the future. Who knows.

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Summary: You tried to hide from your town’s invaders, but a certain snake daemon takes a liking to you.

Word Count: 800

TW: dubcon, general 40kness, this isnt the smuttiest thing I’ve written but I felt the most dirty writing this. Have fun

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Your hiding spot wasn’t perfect, but it was the best that you were able to come by. Twisted men in violet armor roared past you, never thinking to check the cabinet in what used to be a building. In a hurry you’d pulled out all of the silverware and ripped out the shelves of the cabinet, and you waited. You waited amidst the screams of your fellow civilians, amidst the grinding and tearing of flesh. You waited as the sounds grew louder, and as rubble moved and shifted near you.

You tensed up. You had nowhere to run. You had heard rumors of men in violet armor, men that either killed or took prisoners. Being killed was the preferable option. They would do unspeakable things to the survivors, all in the name of pleasure and sensation. They’d spared you all the gory details, but you were able to fill in the blanks.

You heard the crackling of dish against dish outside of your hiding spot. It was almost as if someone was sifting through it, trying to make sense of the random assortment of pottery. You tried to suppress your breathing, taking short, quiet breaths every so often. But in the end, it was futile.

“I can hear you in there, you know,” you heard a voice coo at you. Before you knew it, the cabinet doors were open, and you were being scooped up by four arms and held close to an armored chest. The man… the being who had taken you had a long snake tail trailing behind him, and some of his stark white hair fell onto you.

“Let me go!” you cried as you kicked and screamed. But your efforts were futile. His grip on you was firm, and he was maybe twice your size. His wings folded around you, almost completely cloaking you. He slithered back from where he came, towards a violet ship from which more disfigured men came. Some of the men closer to you stopped to stare and you, and some of them reached for you as if to pry you from your captor.

“Find your own human,” he snapped at his men. Your writhing became weaker and weaker until he reached the ship and you were exhausted in his arms.

He chuckled. “We’ve barely begun, darling,” he said as he slithered up the ramp into the strange ship.

The hallways were cramped. The thing that took you could barely fit through the halls, but he navigated them with ease. “Let’s find a private room, shall we?” he asked. You tensed up, and he threw his head back in laughter.

“You’re going to learn to like it,” he hissed in your ear before finding a door that he could barely fit through and opening it. It was almost empty, save for a mirror and some various items on the floor. He carried you into the room before shutting the door, pulling out a key and locking it. He set you down so that you would face the mirror. Your face was flushed with horror and something else.

“You’re so cute when you struggle,” he remarked. “Please. Would you do me the honor of taking off your clothes?”

“And if I refuse?” Your voice was faint and wavering.

“Oh, do I have to do all of this myself?” he asked, pinning you to the wall with two arms and taking off your clothes with the other two. “You’re really making this hard for me, you know.” He cast them aside as if they were nothing, and you were stark naked in front of him now. You could swear that he was a little smaller than he was, though he still towered over you.

He grabbed ahold of your face with his free hands and mashed his onto yours, immediately adding his tongue into the mix. A slight “mmph-“ escaped your mouth, and you went limp in his arms. Before you knew it, though, he lifted his face from yours and turned his attention to the items that scattered the floor.

“You would look so good in rope,” he mused, picking up some rope off the ground. He held your arms behind you and tied them up in a practiced maneuver before doing the same to your legs. When he was finished, he turned you around to look at yourself in the mirror. Here you were, reduced to nothing but a plaything for this monstrosity. What was even stranger was that you didn’t exactly hate it either. He trailed two hands along your body, stopping at your chest. He grabbed you there, and your face scrunched up.

“Sensitive?” he asked, his fingers pinching your nipples. You felt a noise escape you.

“Get ready. We’re going to be in for a long night.”

You nodded.

[sorrowful-hyacinth]

Twin Terrors

[Next] -- {Masterlist}

Content: Siren Whumper, Pirate Whumpee, Humiliation, Forced to Choose, Lady Whumper, Defiant/Reluctantly Submissive Whumpee, TW Threats, TW Blood, TW Restraints, TW Nudity, TW Cuts/Slashes, TW Bruising, TW Suggestive Call Back to Rape, TW Begging, TW Fear.

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Malik couldn’t remember the last time he was this cold. This stiff. This heavy. It brought back those suppressed memories of the orphanage. The days when he’d get in trouble daily. The days when he would be locked away for days as a punishment. The days when he made choices of his own even if they led to some pain. They were his choices, his to make, his to deal with the consequences after. His freedom.

Where did that all go?

When did these shackles manage to slither their way onto his wrists and ankles? When did he get stripped down to nothing but his trousers? When did he get strung up like meat being left out to dry? Being held up by his trembling arms, raw wrists above his head, bruised feet dangling off the floor. Blood trickling down from his chest and thighs, the daggers having dug deep to prolong the bleeding.

His head was so light and yet the invisible weight made his chin press to his chest. The only mercy, he thought, was the occasional times when he’d manage to sleep from his fatigue forcing him into unconsciousness. It never lasted long. As if Caspian could sense when he’d have a moment of reprieve that he couldn’t allow. He just wanted to rest, just for a few minutes.

“You’re not dead yet, are you, big guy?”

An involuntary strained whine escaped his dry lips when he heard a voice. Just a few more seconds, please. The voice sounded different, some part of his subconscious taking notice. His glued eyes fluttering open slightly as his head fought against gravity just to manage a small tilt. Enough to see the figure. Caspian. No. Close, but not exactly. As the presence moved closer to him, he naturally tensed and his arms screamed at him from the sore movements.

“He really did a number on you this time. Must’ve talked your mouth off, huh?”

Soft. A softer tone than he’s had this whole time he’s been here. Flinching away at the warm feeling of skin grazing his cheek only to lean into it subtly. Still fighting in his mind. Don’t give in, don’t give up, you’ve been knocked down worse than this before. As his vision clears slightly from the haze, he sees the… woman. He would’ve mistaken her for Cas. He had mistaken her for him, but seeing her now more clearly, he could see the differences. Though the features were generally the same, she had softer eyes. Her hair was longer, reaching down to her hips. She was slender and looked more delicate. Not that he’d be fooled by appearances anymore. He once thought the same of Caspian.

“Hey… it’s not very nice to glare at people you just met. Do people on the surface not have manners anymore?”

Her voice almost playful with a light tone. Her thumb absently rubbing his cheekbone. He hadn’t even realized his expression, just being so used to feeling anger towards Cas that it was a natural response. He just averted his gaze to the side and tilted his head away from the woman’s hand. Finding himself more conscious of the situation and not trying to fall into any traps. “It’s hard to find myself being polite while I’m strung up like cattle.” His voice slightly gravelly and muddled.

“… what’s cattle?”

Malik’s eyes widen a little as he looks back towards the woman. Seeing the genuine confusion on her face. His eyes flickering slightly as he tries to remember the fact that these were merpeople. Half of them have probably never even been close to land before let alone know about land dwelling animals. “It’s… an animal. We eat them and sometimes they’re drained of their blood first. They hang kind of like how I am.” He didn’t know why he was bothering to explain, but just something about they she looked almost innocently curious while listening to him made him relax a bit. He needed a moment without fearing something anyway.

“Ah, I see. We do that with people sometimes.”

She admits casually like it’s normal. Of course it’s normal for her. He looks over her figure slightly. Not in a manner with ill intentions, but just to size her up. Was she really as innocent as she seemed? No. She’s a siren just like Caspian, and most likely related to him in some way. She can’t mean anything good. Then why did he feel calm enough to breathe around her? “… what do you want?” His caution getting the better of him.

The siren looking seemingly hurt by his direct tone and clearly not trusting her, but she puts on a soft smile anyway.

“Nothing much. Just… wanted to meet the man my brother is so obsessed with. Well, not an obsession in your interest obviously, but I was just curious. Malik, isn’t it? ‘Captain of the Seas’.”

She says that last comment with a light giggle in her tone. Like she thought the title amusing. She must not be very well acquainted with pirates, or she’s playing dumb. “I guess I don’t need an introduction… but you do, princess.” Malik’s voice holding a hint of disdain towards the royal family of this fuckfest of fish he’s found himself stuck in the grasps of.

“Oh. You’re very right. How rude of me. I’m Nerissa. Princess of the Glaucus kingdom and twin sister of your gracious host.”

She says with a bit of flair as she jokingly bows as if introducing herself in the highest form. Malik just looked on with a tired expression, not caring much for the theatrics or how hard she’s seemingly trying. “Twin… that explains a lot I guess. Are you just as deranged as your psychotic brother?”

The change wasn’t subtle. Her expression transitioning to a blank gaze before a smile returned. Only it wasn’t warm or kind. More of a smirk that pulled at her lips in an unnatural way. One that made her eyes almost sharpen as she looked up at Malik past her lashes.

“I would advise you not to talk ill of my brother. In front of me or even alone. You’d be surprised by what you think isn’t being heard by someone here.”

That was… a threat? Malik’s gaze hardened slightly. There really wasn’t a single siren in this place he could catch a break from. Not that he didn’t expect it, but she was a good actress for the first few minutes. He shouldn’t have expected anything less from a sister of Caspian. “I don’t give two shits what anyone hears. Your brother is nothing but filthy, pathetic caviar whose too much of a coward to face me in a real fight. You’re not that far off from him either siren. Why don’t you turn that fish tail around and leave while I still have the pati— Ack!”

His abdomen spasmed and his wrists burned when he squirmed from the deep slashes that appeared in an instant. Looking down, there were three very visible and irritated scratch marks that were almost as deep as the dagger wounds. His breath shortening as he looks towards her with a glare mixed with a strained wince.

“It seems my brother still hasn’t managed to break you in completely quite yet. No offense to his skills, but I’m sure I can help speed up the process a little.”

Her smile turning almost cheery now after putting him in his place. She saunters over towards the wall behind him. The pit in his stomach already deepening out of instinct knowing what’s back there and what it leads to. His heart rate skipping with each of her steps. Struggling was pointless, he knew that already. His wrists raw and bruised enough already and yet the fight in him still hadn’t died yet. Twisting and squirming in the air as he grips the chains connected to the shackles, hoping they’ll give way. Hope was fleeting in a place like this.

“Mm, now he’s only ever really beaten and cut you down. Which is fun in its own right, but there are many other ways to play. Let’s see…”

A few moments later, Nerissa came back into view as she walked to the front of Malik. His eyes flittering down to the tool in her hand. Weapon? Didn’t matter when it was going to be used to hurt him either way. It looked like a sickle. The curved blade recently sharpened. The handle being tossed between her fingers as she plays with it with a practiced ease.

“… now if I heard correctly, during my brothers time on your ship, he experienced rather horrible hospitality. Especially from your crew during the wee hours of the night. And yooouuu, Mr. Captain, allowed it all to happen. Encouraged it even.”

Malik swallowed thickly, already having a feeling where this was going but didn’t want to give any ideas so this wouldn’t be worse than it needed to be. Watching the tool carefully in her hand while she spoke. Feeling his chest tighten at what she was implying. “He didn’t… mean anything to us. My crew was bored, and… it doesn’t matter. You’re all just fish hiding in the depths. You’re beneath us and we can do whatever we fucking please with you. Your brother should be grateful he even got the luxury of getting any attention when I could’ve simply killed him.”

“My, my. Entitled. The spitting image of a pirate captain. Only, you’re not so invincible now are you?”

“Maybe let me down and I’ll show you what I’m a capable of, krill.”

“I do love a good challenge. It gets so boring down here… but we’ll save that for another day. I will offer a choice as I am a bit more merciful than my brother.”

Nerissa steps closer to Malik. Brandishing the sickle before guiding it down and trailing the back of the blade along his thigh. Seeing his muscles tense under the cold steel and silent threat.

“For bad mouthing my brother and well… my family essentially. Why don’t we consider these options. One, I slice off your tongue and you’ll never speak another word again. Two, for putting my brother through non consenting activities, I’ll cut your little buddy off. So… Captain. Choose.”

Malik felt his mouth dry up. Not even noticing the way his face looked right now. His expression clearly nervous, eyes widened a bit and lips pursed. His eyes trained on the sickle and watching where it went. His breath hitching when she glides the blade up to his trousers. Circling over his bulge lightly, teasingly. His head naturally shaking no without his control. Extracting a light chuckle from her as she brings the sickle up towards his face. His attempt to lean away from the impending danger in vain as she brushes the point of the metal along his chin. His shiver not going unnoticed, his eyes squint as the fear starts to build up and he purposefully clenches his jaw more to keep his mouth shut. A disapproving tsk leaving her lips.

“Now, now. You can’t not choose one. You know why?”

She moves in closer, as if telling a secret that he couldn’t already guess just from all the torment he’s already been through.

“Because I’ll choose both for you.”

The blade grazes up his lips slightly in a way that makes them quiver out of fear. Feeling the need to take deeper breaths from holding them in but the anxiety keeping his mouth shut. He’s tries to muster up a glare. He was a Captain, a Pirate. He shouldn’t be succumbing to mere threats like this. He’s been through a worse. He has. He just needs to— “agh… f-fuck.” The blade making a slice along his bottom lip and causing some blood to surface.

“Taking too long, big guy. Guess you can’t make up your mind.”

She doesn’t wait for an answer as she crouches down in front of him and is eye level with his pelvis. Her touch deceivingly gentle but her claws act as a reminder towards the danger she poses. Dipping under his waistband along his hips before tugging his trousers down around his thighs. Having to stifle a whimper just to keep himself from falling into his fear. “Don’t you fucking dare, kelp.” His tone trying to hold any sense of authority but failing to.

Her hands gently coaxing out his member and leaving it on display. Malik not being able to help the mix of humiliation and fear. Her left hand cupping it while her right hand tilts the sickle down to carefully caress his length. Making his breath quicken as his body stiffens in order to not make any sudden moves. His throat was thick but his fatigue and terror was starting to give way. Not being able to hold back when the curve of the sickle wraps around his circumference. “W-wait wait I-I… p-please you can’t, I’ll bleed out if you do that so just fucking think for two seconds with whatever small brain you have.”

“Mm, so it’s your tongue then?”

“No you psychotic bitch!”

“Then it’s this instead. Very easy choice, good job.”

She pushes the balde down more firmly, pressing her left hand up to apply more pressure and press it up into the tool. Making Maliks thighs start to tremble as the fear takes a hold of his body and he can’t contain the whimper from his soft flesh being close to being cut. “P-please please, N-Nerissa. I’m s-sorry. Okay? I won’t talk shit about your brother again, o-or you.”

She doesn’t show any signs of stopping, carefully slicing the blade in a circular motion around his member, digging in enough to cut a light line that makes his whole body run cold as he hisses and bites his lip. Until he winced from biting into the cut that’s on his lip too, making it bleed more. She was already going in for another cut before he could take a breath. His voice coming out so fast that some of his words were mumbled and loud out of panic.

“N-Nerissa please don’t please, m’sorry I’m really sorry, I promise I’ll never say anything bad like that again, I’ll hold my tongue, I l-learned my lesson I swear. I can’t control what already happened to your brother but please d-don’t do this. I-I c-can’t… I d-don’t want to lose it please, f-fuck I’m sorry…”

The tears pricking at his eyes weren’t lost on him, but he couldn’t care less right now when he was hyperventilating and trembling all over. Nerissa pausing finally after some consideration. Gently extracting the sickle away and letting him breathe fully for once. She lets go of the soft flesh and stands back up fully. Looking up at him with that same, almost, innocent gaze that she had when she first came in. A soft smile on her face as her left hand comes up to cup his cheek.

“What a good boy you’re being. Already learning so quickly. You don’t deserve this mercy, but perhaps I’ll be lenient today, considering it’s your first day with me. Are you going to behave the next time I come back?”

He desperately wanted to lean away from her touch. His body rejecting her presence, not being fooled by the act anymore, but he knew better than to piss her off again. Reluctantly staying still as he listened to her. Behaving was something he despised. He doesn’t behave, he’s a pirate for crying out loud. But those days were farther than he would’ve liked. Those days felt like an aching memory of what he used to be. Those days when the sea was at his beck and call. But for now, for this second, for this moment that he was given a sliver of mercy. He’s never begged for anything in his life, and yet, peace was as sweet as a sirens song.

“… yes.”

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Date: November 2, 2024

Taglist: @paperprinxe, @melpomenelamusa, @gala1981, @starsick1979

[wonderland-smile-stories]

~ Chapter 1. 02~

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.

With a jerk, my body shot up from the bed only to feel the hard cold ground a second later.

My eyes scanned around the room not knowing where the hell I was until I saw the spots of stains that I had tried to cover up with paint, yet you could still see them no matter how much I went over them. Letting out a sigh knowing I was just in my room I put my cheek back on the cold floor.

My body was hot and sweaty so I didn't mind the cold.

I flinched leaning on my arms when a banging came from the other side of my wall.

"Be quiet!" I hung my head low letting out a deep breath seeing it was only my grumpy neighbor.

To be honest I couldn't blame him. For a couple of months, I have lived here I have screamed myself awake from nightmares or more like night terrors.

"I'm sorry Mr. Choi!" I yelled back only hearing a loud grunt from the other side.

I rolled over onto my back letting out a deep breath. My hand went to my neck feeling around if there weren't any marks left from the dream, but of course, that would be impossible. You can't get injuries from a dream. I have had nightmares ever since I escaped that God-forsaken place, but for the past months, they have been getting worse. There are only certain parts I remember, the rest is so blurry and I can't remember what they were about.

The only thing that has been recurrent is the other me. She has appeared in my dreams for the past week. Always saying the same thing, trying to give in to her. I always managed to say no or suppress the urge to say yes. But today it felt like I almost gave in.

My thoughts were cut off when I heard my phone going off from above me. With stiff limbs, I sat up taking the phone from the nightstand. A smile came to my face when I saw that I had two new messages

The first one was from Ji-su asking if I wanted to meet up later on so that we could go to work together.

You see we work together, we both play an instrument she plays the base and I the guitar. A month ago she came to where I work looking for a job, luckily for her, we indeed needed one. Our work is in a bar where you can listen to live music and our bassist had quit a week before, so she was more than welcome for my boss.

Because we had to work together so much we began to talk and quickly bounded over music and other stuff we both liked. If it wasn't for our work I wouldn't have bothered to talk to her. After moving here I wasn't in a rush to meet new people and become friends with them.

I came to find out that she needed a new apartment and that she was staying with a few friends for now. Luckily for her, there were empty apartments in Green Home where I lived.

After thinking about it for a long time I offered for her to stay with me until she could move in because she had told me that she was grateful that she could stay with her friends, but the space was a little cramped for that many people. She happily said yes and from that moment on we have been friends. If I was in her situation I would want to stay somewhere else as well.

I quickly typed 'Yes! Of course!' before looking from whom I got the other text from.

I only moved to Korea six months ago so I don't know a lot of people here so not too many people have my phone number. I could have guessed from who the other text was. There are only two people who text me a lot. Of course, Ji-su and the other one is Eun-yu. It still surprises me that she talks to me let alone texts me every time she's on the rooftop.

'Need music. Come to the roof.' Rolling my eyes at the text, I quickly answer.

'Be there in ten.' She can be a real bitch. No, never mind she is a bitch, but she will do anything for the people who are close to her.

Apparently, I'm one of those people.

'Five.' I shook my head before standing up.

My whole body felt sore from the bad sleep I had. But hey at least I got some sleep. Most of the time I don't bother to sleep, too scared I will have a nightmare again about what had happened, and because I don't want to anger the neighbors more by screaming every day. I only slept when I absolutely needed to.

I didn't want to test Eun-yu's patient today so I quickly took a shower because my body was still sticky from all the sweating I had done. With a towel around my waist, I went to my dresser grabbing some shorts with an old band t-shirt I had since forever with a long-sleeved shirt that had black and white stripes on them that I put on underneath the other shirt.

I slip them on before quickly putting on my white socks. I grabbed my guitar's case from the wall with the guitar in it, swinging it on my shoulder. I was Struggling on one leg attempting to put on my black Converse while trying to be as fast as possible.

With a rush, I ran out the door to the elevators quickly pushing the buttons. A sigh of relief left my lips when it quickly arrived. I pushed the button to the highest floor before watching the door slide shut. I wonder why she needed music this time. Most of the time she wanted it so she could practice her ballet, but there were times she just wanted to sit down, smoke a cigarette, and just talk while I played the guitar softly.

Apparently, it calmed her down from all the stress she had because of school and her older brother. Eun-hyuk was in my eyes a good older brother, but I can't really tell her that without getting a load of curse words and complaints about him. Maybe it is because I had taken care of a little boy Miles back at the orphanage and felt like an older sibling to him. Deep down I know she loves him, she just has a hard time expressing her feelings in a none bitchy way.

The sound of the elevators stopping brought me out of my thoughts. Exiting the elevators I began to walk in a steady pass to the stairs that would lead me to the roof. I could already feel the light breeze coming from outside when I was at the bottom of the stairs.

Skipping steps I walked up the stairs being greeted by an impatient Eun-yu tapping her foot on the ground.

"You're late."

I let out a chuckle shaking my head.

"Only one minute."

She let out a huff before walking to the place where we always hang out.

"So what's wrong this time?" I asked taking the case from my shoulder and placing it against the edge of the building.

She sat down and began to put her ballet shoes on.

"Did it hurt or bother you when you quit ballet?" she asked without looking up at me.

My whole life I have been doing ballet and loved it. It was one of the few things I was allowed to do. A year or so ago I had to quit because of her. Ms. Ward had pushed me down the stairs when I ran after her when she wanted to hit Miles after he ran upstairs scared of her. I hadn't broken anything when I landed at the bottom, but her being the cruel person she is stomped on my feet and ankle making sure I wouldn't be able to walk for a while. In doing so she also ended my ballet life.

"To be honest. Yes." She looked up at me probably not wanting to hear that.

"It was something I loved to do since I was little, so yes it hurt when I had to quit." I didn't know why she would ask me this out of the blue.

"Why are you asking? Are you considering quitting too?"

A frustrated groan left her lips when she stood up.

"I quit my lessons." She huffs out.

"Why? I thought that your brother made enough money for your school and to live off."

She let out a groan rolling her eyes at me.

"That's just it! Not the money, but him working! Why did he have to quit his school? I never asked him for it!" I could hear the frustration grow in her voice the more she talked.

"He did that so you can keep doing what you love," I explained, knowing she wouldn't listen to me.

"Whatever." She mutters putting her other shoes to the side so that she has space enough to dance.

"Look I asked you to come for the music not to side with my brother." I held my hands up in defense before taking the guitar out of the case.

Sitting down on the ground I began to strum the strings until my hands began to make more of a melody than just noise. Eun-yu began to stretch while I played further knowing she didn't want me to stop, which I didn't mind. I loved playing the guitar and I loved watching Eun-yu practice ballet.

It's the only thing I have that reminds me of dancing it myself. I really wish my ankle would be better, but every time I try to dance it begins to hurt, and sometimes it ends up swelling so much that I can't stand on it for days. I hate that she had forced me that way to stop doing ballet. She never liked me doing it. In fact, she hated every activity I did outside the orphanage.

It didn't even cost her a penny. Every kid in the orphanage was allowed to do an activity outside the orphanage and the state would cover the costs. I'm pretty sure that she just hated to see us happy. The only reason she started the orphanage was to earn easy money. Every paycheck she got from the government for the orphanage and the children went into her own pockets. She was smart about it too. She spent just enough to pretend to take care of us and to keep the orphanage neat on the outside and if there was an inspection she would make sure that everything was okay on the inside as well.

It's not like she doesn't have enough money already. When I was fifteen I got a job to earn some money for myself. The moment she found out about it she demanded the money.

Of course, I protested at first, but she said that I lived under her roof and if I was old enough to work then I was old enough to pay her rent. Which was stupid because it was an orphanage, I had to agree with her after she locked me up in the shed for two days straight without food.

My attention went back to Eun-yu when she suddenly stopped in the middle of her dance. My nose crinkled in disgust when I saw that there was gum stuck to her shoe. With a groan, she untied her shoe and said hey to someone else which surprised me because I hadn't heard or seen anyone coming up.

There was a boy around our age standing on the edge of the building.

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Dante x male reader ♠️

870 words

Huge thanks to @halfetirosie for working on this fic and the epilogue with me! They did an awesome job and because of them this fic turned out amazing!

He looked like he was sculpted by the God of Klein himself. His slender, muscular frame; white tattoos ornamenting copper skin; fiery hair; eyes shimmering tourmaline and deep brown. Every feature displayed his majesty, and even at a glance, one could see he was worthy of the throne…I never expected that one day, rather than watching him from a distance, I would be looking down at him as I use him as a throne of my own.

“Hngh!”

A sudden jolt of his hips knocked me out of my stupor, and I couldn’t suppress the whine in my throat.

“Slowing down already?” he said with a smirk, “I didn't realize my favorite guard needed more stamina training.”

Favorite.

My chest tightened. Had I not already been struggling to keep my body upright as his cock speared into me from below, I would have hidden my face in my hands.

The sound of my panting filled the room as I tried to adjust myself. “M-my Lord…with all due respect, i-it has been two hours. My stamina is normal, y-yours is just...far above a-average.”

A light chuckle escaped his lips. “Is that so~” He rolled his hips slightly, hitting my sweet spot perfectly. My cock twitched against my stomach despite having cum multiple times already. The world was spinning. Warm hands caressed my sore thighs and gently massaged them as his mismatched eyes looked into my own hungrily. “Would you like to wrap this up then?”

I nodded my head sheepishly, and before I could blink, he had me flipped onto my back. I found myself caged beneath him, trapped in those strong arms; exactly where I always longed to be.

I didn't even have the energy to react as he started moving his hips and lifted my legs over his shoulders. His cock is long to begin with, but this position hit me even deeper. Broken moans fell from my lips with every thrust, and then-

“A-ah? W-wai–AAHHHH!”

My scream echoed through the bed chamber as he pinched the tip of my cock right below the head. He playfully nipped my calf that was on his shoulder, adding to the many marks he had already decorated my shin with.

“OH! OH, GOD!”

I gripped the bed sheets so hard I was afraid they would rip. Sweat and tears soaked my face. I could barely think, I could barely speak. Everything ached, but the heat the enveloped me from the outside and invaded my insides–

–It’s so good. Oh God, it’s so good!

His handsome face contorted in pleasure as he continued to fuck me. Every other thrust hit my prostate and rearranged my guts. My own pleasure was building again, almost overflowing, but his strong grip on my cock stopped even precum from dripping out.

It hurt, and it hurt so good. My body tensed up, my cock became harder and harder. Every violent thrust vibrated through my entire body. I hated it, but I loved it. I was fighting against my own strangled moans in an attempt to speak.

“P-please!” I finally managed to squeak out. My voice and throat were raw. One weak hand managed to grab onto his pistoning thigh. “Please, My Lord!!”

He smirked down at me. “Please what?”

His thrusting didn’t stop, but it did slow down a bit; allowing me a short break to catch my breath. Still, my lips shook as I begged, “L-lord Dante, p-please let me cum. I can’t take it anymore. P-plea-”

Like a carnivore pouncing on its prey, he released my member and leaned forward; folding my knees against my chest. My mouth, already slack, welcomed his ravenous tongue.

Something inside the both of us snapped. We were out of patience. His thrusts were longer and harder than ever before, hammering into my most sensitive zones without mercy. I moaned loudly, pitifully, into the mouth smothering my own, and I reached to pull him even closer…

Close. Close. Oh God, I’m close! I’m-

I couldn’t finish the thought, much less warn him, before the unbearable heat scorching my stomach exploded. I keened, and my cum splashed across our stomachs.

He didn’t follow immediately after; he fucked me through my orgasm, releasing my mouth and grunting erratically against my ear. “Fuck, it’s tight…”

My mind became hazy, my insides continued to clench tighter, and my fingers dug into his warm flesh. I couldn’t tell if seconds or years went by. But just when it seemed everything was about to be too too much-

One last thrust, his teeth sinking into my neck, muffling his raspy moan. I felt my insides filling up, bloating and overflowing. Ecstasy.

I desperately tried to hold onto him; to hold him close for as long as possible. Who knows if this will happen again? But my arms were starting to slip, and so was my vision. Whiteness and paralysis were beginning to take me. I needed to do something, to say something at least, while the chance was still here.

I felt my lips move, briefly, but couldn’t hear.

The last sight, before I drifted away, was his beautiful face; surprised, at first, but then smiling with a sweetness and pride that took my breath away.

Epilogue