#if I was thrust into that situation without knowing why all of a sudden

[ourfandomcrazyuniverse]

I have to get this off my chest but I feel like a lot of these “is it okay to do ‘this sexual thing’ in ‘public place’?” polls are getting voted for in the sex isn’t morally evil and don’t judge people way, rather than a respecting other people around you and their boundaries and consent way.

Like some of this stuff is just basic level respect and it’s just kinda common decency to respect other people irl. Sex is fine! It’s not a bad thing at all.

But I feel like if you took away the ‘is this universally a depraved and immoral act’ versus ‘okay in real life would I actually feel a little weirded out by this’ they are very different, and irl you might react completely differently, internally or externally, versus voting no I don’t think this sexual thing is a bad thing to do.

Actually being in that scenario makes things different. Whether it’s the ethical state of the sexual thing made up person/people are doing, or how you actually might react/feel thrown unwillingly straight into the situation.

Not all, but with some of these polls, I feel like we’re forgetting the human pet guy post - on his site. If other people around you aren’t consenting to you doing something sexual in front of them then stop, you don’t need to do it, people aren’t consenting, and you’re making them be part in something sexual without it. Again this bit only applies to some of the posts I’ve seen, not all.

Just had to vent about this personally, it’s fine if you disagree I’m not here to fight lmao. This post is literally just for me. But I feel like a lot of these posts are sometimes misconstruing the moral value of the act versus the usual respect you’d show to people around you when it comes to something sexual, they may not usually be a part of, and may have no warning to beforehand.

[visionsofmagic]

day 16: bruce wayne [power play]

࿓ synopsis • the game you play takes a different route in which you try to dominate him, but, he doesn’t allow you.

―❦ nsfw, dominance/submission, roughness, licking, marking, wrist holding, short, f!reader, brat!reader, riding, begging, pet names, ‘is all I guess? • 0.7k • he's my favorite dc character and the idea popped into my mind because he's looking so dom! enjoy! [kinktober m.]

“who’s in control now, love?” he asks as he pounds into you, hands holding yours above your head as your back arches onto his bare chest, filthy voices leaving you one by one since it’s too much to keep silent – he’s trying to gain it from you after all, wanting to make you scream his name louder with each of his deep, hungry thrusts that hit the exact spot that drives you crazy in every time.

the question is a reference to what you said before being in this situation; leaning down on the mattress, wrists inside his palms, breasts bouncing shamelessly and even hitting his chest from time to time, legs wide open, pussy soaking wet enough to make the white color of the sheets goes grey because of how much it is, legs shaking yet still having the strength to stay on his back, hugging him from there only to bring his body closer to yours as if it’s possible – as if he’s not already deep buried inside you, fucking you roughly because he has something to prove to you – to dig it into your pathetic mind as he said before.

he’s angry – a little bit, with the lust that flows inside his veins until it reaches the tip of his thick cock – using it to shove it into you mercilessly.

the feelings are there due to you – being a little brat and trying to take control while riding him a while ago, teasing about how his dick dripping, pale face is full of redness, breathtaking with a rapid way, and even sweating – only you can make the vigilante sweat like this – the reasons why he is rough now.

with the power you had at that moment, your body moved without your mind acknowledging it, making you look down at him, taking control, riding him so slowly to make him beg for you to move, to fuck him, yet, bruce who knows you better than anyone else, including you, understood what you were trying to do, especially when your hand tried to hold his neck – with sudden movement, he gripped your wrists, turning your body over, hovering above you as he mocked you – showing the dominance he has on you – not yours – his.

power play ended when he began to fuck you ruthlessly.

his question remains unanswered – he doesn’t seek one either, he just enjoys watching how messy you’re getting under him, ready to beg more when his hips slow down – and nearly stops as he fucks you leisurely, taking his time, and even having a ghost smirk on his face. 

and when you look at him, your vision is blurry yet witnessing his lustful expression, representing of the dominant side he has on you, you know he waits for you to beg – to cry. weren’t it for your aching pussy that is in need to be fucked by bruce, you would stay still, yet, you have no brain at all – only a greedy wet pussy and passion mixed with love.

“bruce –“ his name comes out of your parted lips on its own – pure instinct. “ohh – bruce!”

“yes, my pretty slut, what’s wrong?”

“move – aghh – please, move already! nee – ohh – need you to move!”

leaving your wrists free, his hands positioned on your hips, holding it strongly, ready to bounce into you with all his strength, his weight can be felt on you, sending a different sense of both pain and pleasure at the same time.

“look who’s begging now –“ he teases, kneeling down until his lips touch your neck, biting it – licking it so that he can leave marks on you- bigger and more efficient ones than yours that you left on his entire body before he took control. he enjoyed being under you, yet, the delight of having you under him is far greater than it. “tell me – that I am the one who is in control over you, not you over me,” he lowers down, licking and kissing your exposed body gladly, reaching until its tongue travels on your hardened breasts. 

pushing you against his hot tongue, you answer, feeling his cock leaving your pussy slowly, “you! bruce – ohh – you!” “good girl.” he says lastly, then, pushing his hip further, the cock fills your warm walls entirely with a powerful thrust and he doesn’t stop – he thrusts into you with a great pace and power that you no longer remember the power play – letting him do whatever he wants to do with you until he’s satisfied.

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina & @snowprincesa1 & @dookiemeshibear & @chloee0x0 *lots of kisses!*

[konigbabe]

frosting of my cake

DAY 5 ⇢ Breeding Pairing: Satoru Gojo x fem!reader Word count: 1.2k Tags/warnings: no y/n; smut; breeding kink; manhandling; mating press Summary: You want a baby. Satoru is determined to give it to you. [Part of NSFW Gojo Week 2023]. Divider by @benkeibear [source].

event masterlist • masterlist • navigation • faq • AO3 • ko-fi

"My last, third wish," you put up three fingers, "want a baby."

He looks at you in silence, not quite comprehending the request you've just made. Casual over the breakfast bowl in your hands, hair still all messy and tangled from sleep.

"I was thinking you'd say more of a food play when you said you got the idea when grabbing lunch with Shoko…or another threesome. Both would be acceptable."

But this...this was unexpected. You've surprised him for once, made him speechless.

"Is baby not acceptable," you query, setting your breakfast bowl on the kitchen island.

Satoru shakes his head quickly and puts his breakfast on the table. "No–god no," he moves to stand beside you, one of your hands in both of his. Yes, it might've been sudden, but Satoru can't deny his heart skipped a beat when your words reached his ears – body shaking with anticipation and excitement, mind already running ideas of how you could make a baby.

"It's acceptable. Of course–completely acceptable. Very sudden but that's it."

"So…do you want a baby with me?" you suddenly feel timid. Even though this conversation has been long overdue.

The question seems to linger in the air. You remain still, staring into his face. Waiting.

"I do–yeah," he exhales oppressively, squeezing your hands between his own in a reassuring manner as if he knows exactly what you're thinking without ever having to say a word.

And so you get to work.

You should've seen it in highsight–

Satoru's determination – no matter the cause – has always been unwavering. Perpetual and steadfast, he's committed to his goals regardless of the situation or objective, whether in the jujutsu world or your love life. And if it involved you, Satoru Gojo has become anthropocentric.

–so when those words left your mouth a few days ago, you should've been more aware of the consequences.

It's also the reason there's a calendar on his nightstand, today's date circled in red – ovulation.

And why your cries resonate through the dimly lit bedroom. Sheets sticking to your back, slick with your sweat as Satoru pivots his hips into your quelching cunt. Puffy and swollen; already leaking his release, creating sounds that would make your face burn with shame if it weren't for the pure greed in his hungry eyes..

"Satoru–," his name flows out of your mouth, head fuzzy and unable to comprehend no more, "agh–feels so good."

Satoru's hand settles on the dip of your knee, pushing the leg into your chest more as his chest presses against your legs.

"Fuck," his hips roll into you with fervor devotion, "squeezing me so tight."

Once more you utter his name in a shattered tone. Satoru's response an unsteady thrust of his hips. It makes your back to arch in his grasp, toes curling as he relentlessly batters that sweet spot that sends waves of ecstasy crashing over your senses.

His thumb brushes against your slick, swollen lips, and his kiss is a wild, intoxicating mess. Sloppy. Messy. Unhurried with languid strokes of his tongue against yours. An oasis in the storm; a brief reprieve from the intensity that throbs between your legs. Satoru's hand drifts to your breast, cupping it like a precious gem, as he slows down.

The pressure moves from your breast, trailing along the curve of your waist until it presses against your throbbing clit. Small, filthy noises escape from the back of his throat as his lips meld with yours; a satisfied hum that spreads through your body with each thrust he gives you.

"Ahg–I'm gonna cum, Satoru–"

A guttural moan rolls over his tongue, past your lips. A rumble of approval that makes your stomach flutter with glee.

Your limbs pinned, unable to do anything against the relaxation that overcomes your body. And in this position, even if you could move, you wouldn't. You savor the leisurely gliding thrusts, the euphoria and warmth flooding your veins, the sensation of his body covering yours and the breathless sound of his moans against your lips.

"I love you so much," it's barely above a whisper, lips brushing against your skin as you feel his mouth curve into a smile against your neck. Satoru's name tears from your lips, fingers digging into the meat of his shoulder blades, legs straining painfully as he folds you in half.

It's your third time today and your second time in a row. A record for you. The sheer amount of energy you've expended almost unfathomable. A few minutes of rest to catch your breath is all it takes to has Satoru all hot and bothered again.

His name a constant thread beneath your breathless lips, heart racing so fervently that it threatens to burst from your chest before it's pulled back into your throat.

"Fuck–fuck–love you s'much," he babbles, feeling your pussy flutter around him. helpless to resist the temptation as your slick warmth pulls him in again and again–

The white stars in his eyes have always been mesmerizing but when he's close – about to blow – you've never seen anything more stunning.

–milking him dry when he reaches yet another climax.

(Fourth, you think. But given the passage of time, you wouldn't be surprised if it was even more.)

Satoru waits until you calm down, limp and pliant in his arms, before he lays a palm over your abdomen.

"I think we need more."

Satoru stretches his muscles as he rolls onto his back, his arm extending beneath the bed. Fumbling around in the dim light, searching until his fingers close around a thin, lightweight book. The image of a newborn on the cover already gives away the content, so it comes as no surprise when you read the title: BABY MAKING 101.

With an almost magical swiftness, Satoru produces a pen from somewhere and flips the publication open to its last page. You watch as he scribbles inside for a moment, his actions causing a curious intrigue to build within you until you can't help but ask, "What is that?"

He glances at you, his cheeks still sporting a faint pinkish hue. "A book. It has a list of all the best positions for breeding. Look, "and he turns the open page toward you, revealing a bulleted list of various positions—missionary, reverse cowgirl, wheelbarrow, waterfall, mating press—some of which you've never heard of before.

You raise an eyebrow and notice that some of the positions have a star drawn next to them. "Should I be asking why some of them have a star next to them?"

Satoru grins mischievously, and the tip of his pen clicks against the word "lotus" on the page. "For future reference," he says playfully. "My personal favorites."

You can't help but chuckle before he continues, "It even has tips and research on how to make babies."

"I'm pretty sure I know how babies are made."

[merakiui]

it’s my first time ordering for lunar love hotel 🥺🥺🥺 i’m not sure if i’m doing it right but i’d like to order a flower bouquet with chamomile tea and lemon squares from the midnight menu and a fruit smoothie from the morning menu for ceo azul and afab reader (maybe either his secretary or just an employee working under him, whichever you prefer!)

thank u so much! 🥰

yandere!azul ashengrotto x (female) reader cw: yandere, nsfw, dub-con, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, somnophilia, obsession, power imbalance, abuse of authority, mention of pregnancy, implied alcohol use/inebriation, ceo!azul, secretary!reader note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

You wake to a dull pressure between your legs, roused from dead, dreamless slumber like a reanimated corpse. Groggily, you blink bleariness away and search through the dimming light for the body propped up above you. Your fingers, clumsy and numb, brush against his chest, climbing up to drag across his collarbone and, ultimately, reaching his face. He’s without his glasses; twin pools of the deepest sapphire flick over your form, assessing the state of your sentience.

“Mmh… Mr. A-Ashengrotto?” you mumble, still so out of it. His hips stutter to a halt. Your eyes shut once more, and this time he takes care to move slower. Softer. You arch up into his touch, breathing heavy. “Ooh…”

What happened? How did you get here? If your spotty memory is to be trusted, you arrived late to the company party, got into a drinking competition with Floyd Leech, and stumbled out into the chilly night, hanging onto the arm of the one and only CEO of Mostro. Your benevolent boss—Azul Ashengrotto.

And now here you are, lying beneath him on a plush bed, your legs wrapped limply around his waist while he rocks into you with a gentleness rivaling that of the smoothest sea. Just beyond the rain-spattered windows, a gloomy cityscape sprawls. You’re not sure where you are or what floor you’re on. Exhausted, your mind a muddled wreck, you force your eyes open.

“Mr. Ashengrotto, what are you…” You swallow dryly. Hangover sticks to you like wet socks on soles. “What’re you doing?”

The hand that had been previously rubbing circles into your hip slides away to grasp at your breast. He rolls your perky nipple between two fingers, marveling at the way it sinks in when he presses down. It springs back with ease, still just as pebbled as before.

“You should know—” he starts, only to break off with a low moan— “that it’s impossible to out-drink Floyd.”

“No… No, that’s not—” You suck in a shaky breath through your teeth. His cock curves up inside you, hitting all the right places. “Can’t… We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Why not?”

“Not right and—it’s wrong… You’re my boss and it’s not…gonna look good.”

“My dear, is that all you ever think of? Even now, your mind is on work. Won’t you relax?”

“Because…” You squirm beneath him, deeply unsettled and yet unable to phrase your protests in sharper terms. “Mr. Ashengrotto—”

“Azul,” he murmurs, running his knuckles over your cheek. Sickeningly fond, he has the gall to smile at you like an angel. “It would make me happy if you called me that in private.”

You try to shake your head. “I can’t—”

“We offer paid maternity leave,” he reminds you, punctuating that point with a sharp, sudden thrust. Your legs tighten around him out of some bodily instinct.

“Don’t want that,” you babble, grabbing at his shoulders. “Don’t want a baby. I can’t—need money to live. It’s expensive… Please, Mr. Ashengrotto…”

He tuts, a frown flickering on his handsome face. “You look so tired. Rest, my dear. I’m here for you.”

Azul lifts you from the bed, angling his hips down to ensure his seed will find its rightful home in snug, gummy depths. He’s borderlining the edge of the end, teetering on a pleasurable precipice. You feel yourself falling. In spite of everything—the situation and the intention in every thrust—it feels good. Mindless. Intrinsic. Strangely meant to be.

“You work so hard on my behalf. Such a diligent secretary, always knowing just what I want when I need it.” Azul takes your hand in his, squeezing reassuringly. You shiver at the contact—whether in revulsion or reverence, he can’t say. “Ah, but your eating habits are abysmal. You work late and arrive early. You come into the office on the verge of death, and then you lie to my face when I ask if all is well.” He peers down at you, eyes shimmering with an odd emotion. “Why do you run from me, my dear?”

“A-Azu—ooh… Azul…”

“Was that so difficult? My name isn’t a mouthful. If you say it enough, it may stick permanently. Mrs. (Name) Ashengrotto—what a precious title. So musical.”

You follow his hand as it moves to press down against your stomach. You can’t be with him. He’s your boss and you’re his secretary. It wouldn’t look right. The rumors that would spread… You couldn’t handle that sort of pressure—of having all eyes glued to your figure whenever you walk into a room.

“I wanna go home…”

“You are home.”

“My home.”

His expression sours. “I wouldn’t call that hovel a home.”

Your head falls back against the pillows. What’s the point in debating? Sleep claws at you, dragging you back with greedy fingers. Bile rises in your throat, so you swallow it down. You have to say something. You can’t let him have his way. You can’t be a mother. Not now. You can’t. You can’t. You can’t.

But it’s so easy to float along and succumb. It’s so easy to be lazy. It’s so easy to agree. It’s what your boss wants. As his dutiful secretary, you must listen and do just as he asks.

“Get some sleep. You need it. I’ll be here when you wake.”

You don’t intend to, but your eyes fall shut. His voice is soothing like the sweetest song. With your consciousness now waning, you slip away just as he bottoms out and releases with a groan. Your insides are flooded with cum, but that’s the last thing you concern yourself with. It’s what he says next that follows you into your dreams. An ominous omen. A confession.

“I love you, (Name)… And soon—quite soon—you’ll love me, too.”

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

We need medic x virgin reader!!!

Ofc!!!

First time

Medic x f!virgin!Reader

Cw: none

It had been 4 hours since you found out you and your team would be dying within the next 3 days, and all you could do was think of the things you never got to do. Like traveling, bringing someone home to meet your parents.. or having sex. You were a virgin, and it pained you to know you’d die one too. You were getting everything in order when the 3 days were up.. not that you had to do much considering everyone you knew thought you had died when you joined the mercenary group. Though there weren’t many things you could do within the 3 days.. there was one. You’ve been studying under a medic for some time now, and every day he gets closer and closer with you. You were certain that one day he’d just fuck your brains out on the operating table, but you were always too scared to make the move. Now that the circumstances are different, what’s it going to hurt to ask?

~~~~~~~~~~

You took a deep breath as you prepared to knock on the doctor's office door.

Two shallow knocks reached the door, and your body shook as you heard the doctor say something behind it.

“Come in.” The doctor was obviously stressed out with the whole situation (but what could sex not fix?)

“Hey.. medic.”

"Please, Y/n, we’ve been over this. Call me Ludwig.” The man looked up from his papers “What can I do for you?”

You looked down. “I- uh- well it’s a funny story.“

“Spit it out, Frauline." The man leaned back in his chair.

“I was wondering if you—uhm—“ you began stuttering, “ever took someone’s virginity.” You mumbled

The doctor raised an eyebrow. “What was that?”

You coughed, “if you ever-“ You stretched your fingers. "taken someone’s-“

“Virginity?” He chimed in, finishing your sentence.

You nodded, your face beet red.

“Of course I have; why do you ask?” Secretly, he definitely knew why you asked.

“Well. I don’t know if you know this, but.. I’m a virgin, and, well, I don’t really want to die without ever knowing what sex felt like.. If that makes sense..?”

The man stood up and walked over to you.

“What are you trying to say, Prinzessin?” The man was inches from you, his voice shaking your core.

“I want-“ You took another deep breath. “I want you to take my virginity, Ludwig. ” You stared at the floor. “And I have for a long time..”

“How long?” He smirked

"Oh, I don’t know.. since I first met you.”

That’s all you had to say. The man had his big, calloused hands around your waist, kissing your neck while leaving small bites. Who cares? No one was going to see them, and if they did, why did it matter?

You moaned at the new and sudden sensation.

Medic grabbed your ass with his hands as he lifted you up and laid you down on his desk, still peppering your neck in kisses.

Medic began to remove your pants and panties, positioning himself in between your shaking legs.

“Y/n.”

You looked into his eyes.

“Be a good girl for me, ja?”

You nodded frantically.

He began lapping at your soaking pussy, taking in all of your juices and flavors. You began pulling at his hair, earning a grunt from him that sent jolts through your smaller form. This sensation was unreal. You swear you were seeing stars, and by god, the way he worked his tongue on your needy clit was just heaven.

“M-medic! Something’s- happening!!” Of course you’ve had an orgasm before, but this felt different.. and it definitely was. You came, squirting all over his face. Your juices are leaking off of his glasses and chin.

He continued to keep lapping at your pussy, prodding one finger into your tight hole as he did so.

You moaned out as he began thrusting his thick finger in and out of your inexperienced cunt.

“M-more!!”

He pulled away from you for a moment "Bitten,” he thrust his finger into you to accentuate his command.

“Please!! Please, doctor, please fuck me—I need it!! Oh my go-ah-d!”

“Good girl.. you’ll like this. Watch.”

Medic smiled against your cunt again as he slipped another finger in, scissoring your pussy open to take him.

“Fuck, Ludwig, I’m going--." Your eyes rolled back into your skull as your body shook from another orgasm. Grabbing his hair tightly as you did. Medic stood tall again, wiping his face and glasses onto his clean shirt.

He walked over to the shelf he had next to his desk and pulled a small box down.

He took the contents out and began explaining them to you.

“So. Y/n.”

You nodded

“Have you ever used a vibrator before?”

You shook your head. “N-no.”

The man laughed maniacally.

“This will be so much fun! I’m going to break that pretty body of yours, Y/n!”

He was already straining against his pants from the way you were unapologetically moaning his name earlier.

“You’re wet enough already.. but we will still use lubricant, ok?”

“Ok..”

He popped the cap and drizzled a generous amount onto the toy. He placed the tip near your pussy and switched it on. The buzzing was unfamiliar to you and took you by surprise.

“Oh-!” You yelped

Medic He chuckled as he ran the toy up and down your folds. You were a moaning mess.

“My my, it doesn’t take much to get you ready, now does it?” Medic poked fun at your shaken and tired form.

“Please..”

“Hmm? Please, what, liebling?”

“Please put it in me already. I want to be filled..”

medic complied as he began slowly slipping the toys head in and out of cunt

You let moans flow freely, letting yourself become entranced by the feeling of freeness.

He began plunging the vibrating toy into your pussy, hitting your g-spot every time. He held his hand to your lower stomach, where he could feel the toy buzzing inside of you.

He let out an animalistic growl as he felt the length within you. When you were nearing your orgasm, the medic ripped the toy away from you.

“I- I was close! What was that for!?”

“Don’t want you too fucked out, now do we?” He began unzipping his pants and freeing his aching cock. He put some of the open lube on his cock, pumping it until he was fully coated.

“Are you sure you want to still do this?”

“Fuck.. yes. Fill me up, Ludwig!”

He placed his cock head at your sopping entrance.

You both let out a moan as he entered your head slowly. “You’re so tight.. mein Gott..”

He felt you tear slightly around him, earning a small yelp from you.

“It’s ok, y/n. It’ll only hurt for a moment.”

You nodded

He waited for you to say it was ok for him to continue, and when you did, he shoved himself into your warm cunt.

"Scheiße,” his head fell onto your shoulder as sweat began sticking to his forehead.

His thrusts became more hard and rough as time went on, his cock penetrating you like your fingers never could have, balls heavy with cum smacked your ass as he plowed into your pussy.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,“ you gripped his back, leaving red scratches through his shirt.

“Gonna cum- Ludwig, please." You could only mumble words as he fucked into you.

“Cum? Oh, liebling cum around my cock. Let me mold my dick into your tight pussy forever! No one can ever make you feel this good, is that right?”

“No! Never!! And I never want them to!”

You moaned out into his ear as he gripped your hips tightly.

“Oh god!! Fuck!” Your eyes rolled back and your mouth lay agape as you came, the doctor not far behind.

“Please, inside me.“

“You want me cum inside of you? What a slut, Y/n! This is your first time!”

You nodded. “I don’t care!!” You moaned out, “Fuck me full of your children!! Please!!!”

Medic did as you asked, moaning loudly as he came deep within your not-so-virgin cunt. Claiming you as his.

You trembled around him, your body still trying to milk his cock for every last drop of cum he had.

He slid out of your abused pussy and smirked at you as you looked into his fogged glasses. “You don’t think we’re done yet, do you?” He took them off to clean them so he could see your flushed, fucked face. “We still have 30 hours to go!”

[x--sinner--x]

I’m out dancing with a group of friends and we all dressed cute. You immediately noticed me as the only one wearing earplugs. After watching a while, you also notice that I drink a lot and take frequent trips to the bathroom.

That’s where we “accidentally” bump into each other, causing your drink to spill all over me. For a split second, you see rage in my eyes, but I’m too drunk to care that much and “it was honestly getting hot in here anyways.”

The line is long, and it becomes apparent to you that the only thing covering my body is this thin orange dress and white tights, practically on display (if it weren’t so dark and crowded in here. )

I’m too wrapped up in my own world, body bouncing with the rhythm, swaying a little, feeling good. You feel drawn to me and lean closer, causing my back to rub your front. Another look as I turn away disapprovingly, secretly hoping you notice that I’m wet and hot between my legs.

Whenever I go to a pub, I usually don't go there to drink. Sure I may have a drink in my hand and swirl the ice cube inside the glass, but I'm always on the lookout for my next victim from the comfort of the bar table.

That's when I noticed you (you stood out from the crowd to me as you were the only one wearing earplugs, and I could spot your orange dress from anywhere in the bar) having drink after drink, disregarding your friends' warnings and taking frequent trips to the restroom. This was my chance.

That's why I purposefully made my way to the restroom, knowing full well I was next in line to the restroom. You stumbled out of the restroom and tripped over your own heels and started falling towards me. In a sudden call to action, I saved you from falling although your orange dress was now ruined with my scotch whiskey drink and the glass had shattered on the floor.

That's when I realised I don't have to do anything to seduce you, you are too drunk to make any sense of the situation. I watched you rejoin your friends on the dance floor, swaying your hips to the music with your body not listening to your brain as your legs lose balance almost often from how much you drank. I waded my way through the crowd until I was behind you, slowly hoping you would bump into me.

And you did exactly that, bumping your ass on my cock and you didn't even seem to mind that you did. I could practically smell your perfume you had on, I can see the sweat trickling down your body and I couldn't resist myself. I grabbed on to your hips and moved myself front and back, mimicking the doggystyle position and you only seemed to comply with my touch.

I grew only more confident that I put my fingers between your thighs and could see your pussy had become so wet. In one swift motion I put my hand over your mouth and slowly dragged you backward, very slowly as to not alert anyone. The dark backdrop of the pub gave me an opening and before long, it was just us two in one of the lobby rooms at the bar where people go to have intimate fun.

I placed you on the sofa and immediately started ripping your clothes in a frenzy. You looked so beautiful, sporting big tits and a nice fuckable body. I rip off your tights as well and start forcing myself on your intoxicated self without any remorse as I simply couldn't hold back.

The next 30 minutes that followed was a period of pure bliss for me as I relentlessly thrust myself over and over inside your tight cunt and came several times. My cum was practically leaking out of your body after every orgasm, messing up the sofa. On some orgasms, you squirted so hard and started moaning so loudly and it only made me all the more feral. I choked your neck and marked you in hickeys and bruises all over your body and decorated you with my cum once I was done with you. I slapped your face and spanked your ass so hard they had turned so blood red. I had pulled on your hair as i fucked you from behind, leaving some strands of hair scattered on the floor, making your hair look so messy. Your lipstick had been smeared on your face, your make up ruined, and all that was left was a raped slut under intoxication covered in their rapist's cum and their own squirt.

I then secretly exited the bar leaving you there, thoroughly used and covered in cum for your friends to find.

[queenuchiha89]

ohhh yes def need a part 4 with itachi and preg lil sister 🥺 maybe she hungrily gives him a very needy, messy blowjob, which turn him on so much he face fucks her before creampieing her sweet needy pussy 🥺👉🏽👈🏽 her belly ain’t that noticeable rn but it’s becoming rounder by the day and itachi wans more n more to breed her even tho she’s already pregnant? maybe sasuke starts using her creampied panties to jerk off? 😭plus bonus if sasuke know of sisters pregnancy? sorryyy i just having brainrot of this

The Uchiha brain rot be REAL! which is why my blog exists. 🤣 Totally love it! Ate and left no crumbs! Without further delay, I give you...

Part 4...

*** NSFW ***

*** 18+ MINORS DNI!! ***

*** TW. DARK CONTENT ***

*** TW. DARK CONTENT ***

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ the following story contains but is not limited to incest, voyeurism, dubcon, strong language, and other topics that some readers could potentially find offensive. Viewer discretion is STRONGLY advised!

Y/N looked at herself in the full length mirror in her bedroom, observing her body as it had began to change. She was beginning to show a little pudgy pouch just below her belly button, and her breasts were so sore and swollen. She ran her hand along the tiny bump in her lower belly, knowing full well that it was her older brother Itachi who was responsible. Something about this turned her on in the most disgusting way, but she couldn't resist her own thoughts. Somehow the taboo nature of the situation made it all the more erotic to her in her hormonal state. Y/N sighed and decided if she had to be her big brother's little fuck toy, why shouldn't he have to suffer too??

After changing into something thin and skimpy, she made her way down the hall to her big brother's room, knocking softly before entering. "Itachi... I was wondering if you could help me with something..." Y/N said leaning against the door frame. Itachi looked up "of cou-" Itachi's words fell away as he saw his sweet little sister standing there wearing nothing more than a thin white top, and a pair of black cotton booty shorts. "something wrong Itachi??" She replies and she closes his door behind him, and slowly walking over to the bed and sitting down next to him. Itachi looked her over, God she looked delightful. He cleared his throat "so what was it you needed hel-" before he could finish his question, Y/N pressed her lips against his, taking him off guard. He moaned into her kiss, savoring her sudden shift in attitude towards the whole endeavor. She breaks their kiss, looking deep into his big black eyes, and without warning, pushed him down onto the bed.

With a hungry Itachi had never seen from her before, Y/N pulled off his pants, his already stiff cock springing out and hitting her in the chin. She wasted no time, and greedily took every inch of his thick cock into her mouth. Itachi's head tilted back and a soft moan escaped his lips as the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. Drool coated his cock and balls as he watches his sweet litter sister choke and gag on his cock like a dirty little slut. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off his cock, gasping as she caught her breath. "All I can think about is knocking you up again. Filling up your sweet little pussy with my potent Uchiha seed. You're going to take this cock. Right. Now." He growled as he was swiftly on his feet and pulling her up off the bed.

Itachi forced Y/N's face down onto the bed, holding her head there as he pushed his aching cock deep inside her pregnant pussy, and she moaned in delight. "Fuck little sis, you're so much tighter now that you're pregnant with your big brother's baby..." He moaned thrusting deep inside her wet cunt, their moans and the wet slapping sounds of flesh on flesh filling the room and echoing off the walls. She couldn't take anymore and her body shivered as her pleasure was reaching its max. "itachi i-i can't take anymore! I-im gonna... Fuck!!" Y/N cried out as her walls gripped and pulled around Itachi's cock, milking every drop of his cum out of him. They both tremble against each other as they come down from their orgasms, and reveling in the afterglow of it all. "Next time sis... Just tell me you're hungry for big brother's cock... I'll feed it to you..." Itachi teased making her giggle slightly. She gets dressed and kisses Itachi before leaving the room. On the way to her's, she passes by Sasuke, his cheeks red and flushed. "Hey Sasuke..." She say as she enters her room, shutting the door behind her. Little did she know that Sasuke was struggling to hide his rock hard cock after listening to their encounter in Itachi's room. He quickly entered his room, shutting the door behind him. He quickly heads over to his bed taking a pair of stolen panties from the day before, his sister's juices still coating the crotch... And his older brother's cum. "Ugh... I have to say something but this... But...." Sasuke's hand disappeared inside his shorts. He would worry about that tomorrow....

To Be Continued...

A.N: I've been out of it y'all but trust me I haven't forgotten about you! That being said, my bad on the spelling and/or grammar errors, I will edit when I can. Enjoy! 🥰🥰🥰

[wrrrenff]

Spiraling

Obey Me Angst Mammon, Levi, Lucifer, Diavolo (brief mention) Synopsis: Your are suddenly transported to this strange place called the Devildom. You don't know what's going on. These people, no... demons, seem ok but are you okay? You HAVE to stay here and be part of the exchange program? This sudden change is really spiking your anxiety and send you into a full panic attack in front of these men. Trigger Warning: Anxiety, Angst, Panic Attack, Mentions of Dying/Death

Still new with writing angst but i wanted to give it another go. This is my interpretation of what the beginning of the game would actually be like for an MC who isn't so immediately accepting of what's happening lol

"Mc, from now on you will be living in the House of Lamentation. you'll be staying with Lucifer and his six younger brothers. Humans, angels, demons, I imagine a universe where each accepts the other. Where we are brought together as friends. This is my dream and I'm asking you to be the foundation for it. One year, that's what I ask of you. Good luck MC"

Before you knew it you were being pulled along by the white haired man, no, demon. I think they said his name was Mammon. His touch burned. Your head was spinning. You couldn't breath. You're supposed to be okay with being forced into this situation? Living amongst a species that wants to eat you? You were able to keep your cool a bit better back in the council room, but now that it's just you and this single demon, the reality of your situation really hits

Mammon was too busy trying to get you back to HoL and get the house tour over with to even notice your breathing quicken. Once inside the HoL, Mammon stopped you at the base of the staircase and without looking back at you, started explaining where everything was. "Downstairs on the right is the kitchen and your room. On the other side is my room and Be..."

You couldn't focus on anything coming out of his mouth. Your breaths where staring to get shallow, heartbeat racing so much your chest was starting to ache. The room felt like it was spinning. Mammon's hand is still latched on to your wrist and he still hasn't noticed your change in demeanor. Too deep in your spiraling, you don't notice a blue haired man demon appear at the top of the staircase. Before he can introduce himself, he immediately noticed the state you were in. "Uh Mammon, what did you do to the human?" Mammon looks confused. "C'mon Levi. Why'd you assume I did-" He finally turns to look at you.

"Oh shit. MC? Can you hear me?" Though he doesn't let it show, Mammon is in full blown panic mode. He instantly recognizes what's happening. He's very familiar with panic attacks ever since he and his brothers where cast into the devildom. His face gets serious and he starts taking action. "Levi, get me some water and meet me in their room." Levi gets flustered at the commands but Mammon is too focused on moving you to the bedroom to even care.

You're still out of it. You don't even realize the grip on your wrist has loosened and there is now a supportive hand on your back rubbing circles. You feel sick, like you're gonna die. Hell, if you don't have a heart attack right now you might actually die at the hands of these demons anyways. Why did you have to be the one picked to do this? Why was your luck so bad that you had to be thrusted into this like a lamb surrounded by hungry wolves? You will probably be dead by the end of the night. The brothers and Diavolo seemed nice enough before but what if that was all an act? Play nice and sweet for the scared little human so they trust us and then pounce. And if when they kill you how would they do it? You hoped for quick and painless but some of them seemed like the torturing type. Suddenly you feel someone touching your face. it brings you back to reality just a little. Was he wiping tears away? You were crying?

Mammon had just sat you both on your bed and wiped some of the tears out of your eyes. He see's you recognize him for a moment. "MC, try to breathe for me okay?" He gently grabs one of your hands and puts it on his chest. "Try to match my breath." He breathes nice and slowly. He notices you struggling to keep rhythm but keeps encouraging you regardless. With his other hand he texts his brothers and lets them know what's happening, hoping the extra support and reassurance from them will help calm the human down. Soon after, Levi returns from the kitchen with a tall glass of water and a box of tissues and sets them on the nightstand. He then crouches on the side of the bed and starts lightly rubbing your arm with a circling motion. "H-hey, you're MC r-right?"

You register a second voice and turn to acknowledge it. Oh, it's the blue haired boy from earlier. You nod so subtly Levi almost missed it. "I'm Levi. I brought you a drink. Do you want to take a s-sip?" You look at the glass for a moment. What if they put something in it to make it easier for them to kill you... You look back to the boys, concern and distrust washes over your face. It hurts, but the brothers understand. If they were you, they'd probably feel that same. Mammon is the first to speak again. "Will it make you feel better if one of us takes a sip first?" They both see a slight bit of guilt show on your face before you nod yes.

With no hesitation Mammon takes a big gulp. Seeing the demon so willingly drink had convinced you to take a sip. The brothers sighed quietly in relief that you were starting to come around. "Good girl. That's it." Mammon says encouragingly. The hand holding yours to his chest relaxes, his thumb rubbing calming circles on your wrist. Levi pipes up again. "When I-I get anxious, I like to try and point out interesting things I see around me. Do you maybe want-t to give it a try?" Mammon didn't want to admit it, but his brother just had a good idea. You looked around. You could consider it all interesting if you were being honest. It's all new and unfamiliar you you. Looking around, you noticed all of the foliage in the room. "Plants." You croaked, voice raw from your crying. "I always found this room to be quite calming. I would often come in here to calm down after stressful days."

A new voice appears in the door frame. You remember him from earlier. Lucifer. Upon meeting the sleek demons eyes, your heartbeat picked up a little again. Mammon noticed immediately. "Oi Lucifer, can I talk to you in the hallway real quick?" Wordlessly, Lucifer goes into the hallway. Mammon was about to follow him until he felt a grip on his arm. You stared up at him with pleading eyes, begging him not to go. "It'll be just a second, okay hun?" He squeezed you arm and asked Levi to take over before heading out into the hallway. In hushed tones, Mammon fills in Lucifer on what's been happening since he first texted. "I filled in Diavolo and told the rest of our brothers to stay back. It seems I was correct in assuming that seeing more of us before they were fully ready would escalate their fears." Lucifer speculated. Mammon sighed. "I mean, can you blame them though? Demons and Angels as a part of the exchange is one thing, but I don't know if humans are going to be able to handle all this change." Lucifer wanted to agree but something was holding him back. He remembered back to examining your documents while narrowing down who to select for the program. He remembered there was something so special about you, something that just drew him to you. He couldn't put a finger on it but he knew it HAD to be you. "We'll make it work. Lets get back in before Levi completely scares them off."

The brothers walk back into the room and see Levi explaining the lore of his favorite show 'The Magical Ruri Hana: Demon Girl. Mammon almost let a groan slip but held it back when he noticed a smile on your face. The smile dropped quickly once you noticed Lucifer come back in. Mammon took his place back on the bed while Lucifer hesitantly joined Levi on the ground. "MC, I am terribly sorry about this situation. I completely understand your reservations but I am afraid there is nothing to be done now." Mammon kicked Lucifer, annoyed with how blunt his brother was. Lucifer glared at his brother then continued. "We do wish to make your time here as pleasant as possible and we will do whatever we can to make you comfortable."

You were starting to come to terms with the fact that there was no way out of this. You let out a sigh and started speaking with a slightly shaky voice. "Other than bringing me here against my will, you guys have been very nice an welcoming to me. I just have a million questions. Why me? What if a demon wants to eat me? What if you guys get too annoyed with 'babysitting the human' and just leave me to the dogs? Can I even eat anything here to survive?" Lucifer chuckled. Slowly and hesitantly, he reached a hand out. After seeing no resistance from you, he placed his hand on your knee and gave a reassuring squeeze. While I can't share the selection process, I can tell you that you are here because you are special. I promise that we won't let any demon outside of these wall, with the exception of Diavolo, lay a finger on you. And if they do we will take them out swiftly." You shivered at the statement. Lucifer continued "We actually have another human that is apart of the exchange program, Solomon, who we can introduce you to if that might help you feel better about being here. There are also two Angels in the program as well if that makes you feel any safer. But rest assured, my brothers and I are friends, not foe. We may seem hostile at times but we want nothing but the best for you. We want you to succeed here, to feel welcome, to be part of our little family."

Wow, you didn't expect to be moved by a demon like this. You still couldn't shake certain thoughts and feelings from your head but you decided to give in to this crazy situation. "Thank you. I'm sorry for freaking out like this. I think... with time, I'll get better about being... here. But if today, how you handled -" You wave you arms around you, motioning to yourself. "-THIS, is any indicator, I think I'll be okay."

Mammon squeezed your hand, pulling your attention to him. "Hey, there's no need to apologize, 'kay? If you ever need to talk to any of us about any of this again, we're here for ya'. No ifs, ands, or buts." You were starting to feel overwhelmed by how supportive the demons were being to you. Without a word, you leapt forward and gave Mammon a crushing hug. He let out a surprised sound before slowly hugging back. Poking your head out from the crook of his neck, you face the other two brothers. "Get on in here." Surprised at the request Lucifer got on the bed and joined in. Levi was still hesitant on the floor. He wasn't used to being asked for affection. With your foot, you lightly nudged his shoulder. "Come Levi, you too." Levi tried to push back his anxiety and slowly wrapped his arms around the three of you. You started to wonder what other crazy or interesting adventures would come out of this. You were still extremely terrified to think about it, but you couldn't ignore the rush of excitement you started to feel too.

[salowrites]

praise kink — kinkology 101 ★

૮꒰ྀི ୨ ៸៸៸ ୧ ྀི꒱ა who has the biggest praise kink in devildom??

ft. asmodeus, mammon, diavolo, simeon, beel.

contents. usage of the word whore! doggy style. submissive men! praise (obvi)

noties: i do have a bleach version out!

#1 asmodeus 

WHORE. major WHORE, but he’s an insecure whore. He needs to fulfill that validation. He needs to know he’s the greatest. 

you’re both delirious at this point. desire seems to cloud the whites of your eyes. you’ve been folded against him since you got back from the party. asmo didn’t seem to take too well to his brothers ogling you again.

#2 mammon 

the great mammon would never admit it. he often goads you into praising him. he’s a sly thing really.. 

he’s got you taking it from behind. his thrusts are rough and calculated and you can’t even hold yourself up anymore, as your cheeks are fully connected with the soft pillow.

mammon leans over you his wet lips beside your ear. “who’s gonna fuck you like me?” he teases.

there’s a certain, truth to his words. because who could? but there’s also an allusiveness to his words. A request is hidden behind a question. “Nobody only you,” you rasp. “Fuck me better than anyone,” you slur. That’s all he needs to keep fucking you and bringing you to the crest of your orgasm again and again.

#3 diavalo  

He’s a slut. Just one big slut and I’m convinced he knows what he’s doing and isn’t even the slightest bit ashamed. 

His fingers linger against your clothed pussy. He’s so close to you yet so far. You’re sitting at the dinner table. The brothers were out for the night and there was a bit of quietness for once. His fingers swirled around your cotton panties. Diavolo wasn’t making any move to make you come. 

“dia, “ you sigh falling into his massive chest. He hums against your ear. 

“yes.” 

“Please fuck me,” you whisper. Although there’s nothing and no one here you are still ever so quiet. “Of course hon. After you tell me how good I make you feel. Tell me you can’t live without me.”

#4 simeon  

He’s Delusional. Although he thought you said delicious. Simeon swore up and down a couple of words couldn’t make him finish. 

Until he’s bent over like a bitch in heat. He couldn’t wait until you guys left before his cock started to leak. He’s sighing, moaning, and groaning as your hands wrap around his stiff cock. 

His body jerks so gracefully as you slide up and down with your fingers, twisting every so often giving him such pleasure. “Simeon you’re doing so good. Taking it like a big boy.” you whisper sweetly. He can’t help what happens to his body his tenses up as a mess begins to form on your fingers. Shame is the first thing he feels form coming too quickly. 

You place a kiss on his back, “Its alright. We have all night.” 

#5 beelzebub

complete airhead.

he doesn’t even know what he’s feeling, he just knows he needs to have more of it.

you’re riding him for a change. He’s not the dominant in this situation. He agreed you could take lead tonight.

Even though he can’t wrap his mind around why you needed to do anything on your own. When he can do it for you.

Albeit he would fufill your request to the best of his abilities. his hands are tied and his mouth is gagged.

You straddle him slowly, sinking down on his cock slowly. A hand on his shoulder and furrowed brow. “Fuck fuck fuck,” you whimper. beel breath becomes ragged.

you remember just how delicious the stretch was when he was inside you. 

“forget how good you feel inside my pussy,” you say as you begin to ride him. Your pace is steady and smooth.

You roll all the way to the tip and slide back down. your pace only became aggressive as you have a nasty thought of beel fucking someone eles. It cause your eyes to open.

“This perfect cock is mine,” you grunt out as you grab his balls. 

“It’s mine to fuck, suck and ride. Do you understand?” 

Beel feels so hot all of a sudden understanding, the importance of experimenting.

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[everybodyshusband]

"no kinktober from me this year, unfortunately" YOU FUCKING LIAR ??! anyway.

kinktober ; day two, quintosis ❤︎ aether/dew

cw. quintosis in the form of body control, phone sex, mean aether but in a really gentle way

approx. 650 words

“Ae– Aeth, please,” Dew begs, his words coming out as strangled moans as his own fingers pump torturously into his cunt of their own accord, hitting the sweet spot without fail every time. “Please, I’m so close…”

He hears Aether chuckle over the phone line. “They’re your fingers, sundew. Why don’t you do it yourself?” he teases. Dew can practically hear the smirk on the quintessence ghoul’s lips.

His arms ache from the strain of trying to take back the control of his limb to find his own release, and so, impossibly, infuriatingly close but he just can’t get there. Although despite his struggles, he wouldn’t ask Aether to relinquish his hold over dew’s body for anything in the world. The sensation is akin to being pinned down without the pressure of another body on top of him. Aside from the arm controlling the motion of his fingers, he couldn’t lift his limbs from the bed if he tried—and he has tried.

Despite being continents apart, Dew swears he can feel Aether in his hotel room. The quintessence ghoul’s presence surrounding him beyond their connection until Dew suffocates in his scent. He doesn’t know when or how Aether learnt how to do this, whatever it is. Possession is the most accurate word that comes to mind. His body pinned under Aether’s far away magic while his mind and mouth are still free to cry out for more of the quintessence ghoul’s agonising touches.

This has been going on all tour. Every time Aether tells Dew that this time he’ll let the fire ghoul tip over the edge, and every time he denies him at the last second. At this rate, Dew is certain Aether won’t let him cum until it’s actually him fucking Dew, and as frustrating as that is right now, logically, Dew knows his orgasm will be all the more satisfying once he gets back from tour. Right now though, it’s akin to torture. It’s not like he’s been without orgasm this tour—the rest of his pack have made sure of that—but Dew can’t deny he misses the particular way Aether pulls him over the edge, or in this case, keeps him there until he’s about to sob with frustration because his fingers keep pumping into him but he can’t quite tip over the edge and–

“Urgh, Aeth, just lemme fucking cum!” His desperate voice is laced with tears and he’s being louder than strictly necessary in this situation. He doesn’t care.

The quintessence ghoul’s laugh crackles through the phone’s speakers. “No, I don’t think so… Not yet.”

Dew’s fingers slip out of his cunt and he sobs out at the sudden lack of stimulation. “Aeth, please.”

“Patience, love,” he murmurs down the line, “You’ll be home soon, just a few more days.”

Dew takes a deep shuddering breath in, trying to calm himself now that he senses their session is over for the day. That is, until his hand slowly begins to make its way up his body, ghosting over his bare chest, leaving trails of his own slick in his wake. “Aeth,” he starts, voice shaking. “Aeth, what are you doing…?”

“Oh, nothing.” Dew can practically hear the smirk in Aether’s voice. “It just feels like you’ve made quite a mess. Don’t you think you need a little help cleaning up?”

Dew moans out as his fingers are slid into his mouth by Aether’s outside force, tasting evidence of his desperation on his fingers. He knows it’s only matter of time before Aether makes him fuck his own face with them.

“There’s a good boy,” Aether encourages. “Clean up your mess, love. And if you’re really lucky, maybe Mountain’ll come eat it out of you later…” Dew hears the whoosh of a text message on Aether’s side of the phone call, and his fingers begin to thrust. He chokes. Aether laughs.

[box-architecture]

"You're so cute, Sammy."

Sam whimpered, turning his head to the side. In Dream’s -usually correct- opinion, this only made him cuter. He grinded tiny circles into his lover's hole, delighting in choked moan he got in response. They were taking things slow this morning, no need to rush, but Dream couldn't help but want to push for a little more, to see how many noises he could get out of his sweet, adorable husband.

He'd always been a little greedy. Hadn't Sam said so himself once, back in prison?

The thought was soft and amused, but he didn't say it out loud; Sam wasn't supposed to be fretting over the past. Not here, not now. Dream wanted him pliant, with all the pleasure his body could take. A good boy, all for Dream.

"My good boy." He murmured. Sam keened, arching as he clenched down around Dream's cock. Dream hummed in satisfaction, letting his eyes flutter closed.

Without preamble, he began to thrust again, quick and shallow. He'd deepen it over time, of course, he wouldn't let his love go without, but Dream was in a gentle bliss, the kind that came from knowing how good the buildup could be.

Sam's noises were more than proof of that.

"You are mine, aren't you? My Sammy? Made for me?" Dream asked. He pet his beloved's flank, smiling at the way Sam's eyes went wide. "It feels like you are. Your hole was made to take me, I think. You feel so good around my cock."

Immeadietly, Sam's hips stuttered, trying to take him further, deeper.

"Yes." He gasped out a sob. "Yours, all yours, Dream, Dream, please-"

"I've got you, Sam." Dream reassured him, leaning forward to fuck him deeper. "You're doing so good. My good boy."

Affection bloomed in his chest as Sam warbled and hissed in embarrassed pleasure. Dream nuzzled the fluff of Sam's creeper belly, fighting the urge to stop thrusting just to lay on top of him and bask in their connection. Another time, maybe, where Sam could cockwarm for him, or he for Sam.

Dream felt paws pet the back of his head. He looked up to meet Sam's desperate face.

"Dream, are you, can I- please, I need-"

His paws were so gentle, clearly trying not to claw Dream in their attempts to hold him. Dream slowed his thrusting and took them both into his hands. He pressed them against his cheeks, to cup his face the way Sam wanted.

"You're so good to me." Dream kissed a pawpad. "My husband. And I'm all yours."

Sam warbled, a wet note in his voice. Dream stroked his paws with his thumbs.

-

I wanted to write Dream topping Sam and also Dreams POV and also its really nice to picture, years down the line when they're all adults For Real and not dumb 20 somethings, that Dream has healed and is Living and able to laugh very softly as he thinks of how Bad it was but it doesn't hurt anymore

And for Dream prison becomes something he's able to think about without pain, able to make jokes that aren't self depreciating or intended to hurt. But for Sam it's never going to be that, because of what he did, the person he became, even if Dream has forgiven him and they're in such a good place now

And they're both Valid and Good and Understandable and

Like obviously in an abusive situation the victim comes before the abuser, but also also I really like. Abusers becoming better, reflecting on their behavior, anxious and traumatized through the self-realization. Sam did not come out of prison okay. No one did.

And Dream wants Sam to be happy and healed and so even if it's safe for him to talk about he understands why it's not for his puppycat husband and he respects Sam's differing needs and and. I know I'm overexplaining but it's Important. To Me

Their relationship isn't just Sam taking and being remorseful all of a sudden it's both of them Wanting Wanting Wanting and changing to be able to fit together again, to love each other like they want to.

And with awesamdrunz it's Punz countering Sam's more abusive tendencies learned from prison so that that growth can be Facilitated and Sam already thought Punz was handsome and strong and pretty but as he starts to self-realize and reflect on prison he's able to understand Punz and fully falls in love with them instead of just the Possessive Yearning and the need for them to be around to make Sam's brain go brrr properly

(Because Sam Has All The OCD you see. And if things aren't a certain way he will Simply Perish.)

But it's better now and they're better now and Dream is in love with his big silly puppycat who isn't a good person, but that's okay, because neither is Dream, neither is Punz. He isn't 20 anymore, crushing on Sam because Sam is so upright and lawful (but also because he's handsome, strong, and so smart with redstone-)

He's in love with Sam now, because Sam is helpful around the house, has a nice laugh, is so strong but works with such a delicate thing like Redstone that requires gentleness. He fucks Dream like he's something worth wanting and his ears perk up when Dreams cane taps against the floor.

Being with him Feels Good, Feels Safe, after so long.

Dream is living in the present now, instead of trying to get back to the past.

[itoshi-s]

the blurb u posted about the rin & sae-nii 3sum reminded me of your itoshi divide poll lol- that being said, sae 100% degrades in this scenario and rin praises, but do u think they’d switch up at any point? 👀 cuz I personally think sae degrades like 90% of the time but still praises if ur really really good for him & then rin def gives more praise, still will degrade once in a while tho <33

(also I send u asks often so might as well claim an emoji :3 -🪷)

blurb in question!

UH OH i think they def switch up sometimes!

sae is the embodiment of tough love, will lure you in until you can't help but give in to him. but barely a second later he's in your ear, telling you how fucked up it is of you to be enjoying this :( (as if he's not like 3 thrusts away from spilling himself lol make up ur mind boy!!!!) i like to think of him as a bit of brat tamer if you will?? you really wish you could be on ur best behavior for him, but he's so rough and mean with his actions alone - and all your whining grants you all the more demeaning words instead. sae rly does know how to put that sharp mouth of his to good use :,3 makes you believe that all this whining and whimpering isn't going to get you anywhere - but truly, there's nothing else that gets him harder !! that being said, he'd definitely switch up as soon as you're reaching your limit i think - and it usually comes right around when he's just about to finish, too, so he naturally gets a little vulnerable as well. he'll squeeze your face in his hand and give you all the sweetest kisses, mumbling out praises and calling you his best girl :( he presses his lips to your reddened cheeks, where his fingers dug just moments ago, and wipes every tear away. he really does love his imouto so, so much, even if the way he treats you might be telling a whole different story!! :,)

rin on the other hand naturally gravitates to giving praise simply because he truly wants to reward you for being so good, yk?? i think sae's def more dismissive about the whole.. thing going on between you two - he knows it's not right by any book, but doesn't pay it much mind - and rin is the opposite. he doesn't feel bad per se, either, don't get me wrong!!, but it's also exactly what gets him off so much at the very same time. the way you give yourself to him, despite all moralities and common sense.. :( maybe he's lying to himself, and you, too, when he tells you how good you are, so eager to please and solely focused on him and making him feel better than anyone else in the world ever could. either way, he doesn't rly care. he means all of that, he really does, so he speaks the honeyed words without any filter at all. he can be so rough with you, hands tight around your neck until you're wheezing, hips bruising yours for what seems like hours now, but he's still holding you so close, eyes full of stars and mouth spilling the heavenliest of praises :( rin can be a lot, really, so he has to make sure you know he's so, so proud of you for taking it so well :( one of the situations where i can see him switching completely is when you start to act up a little too much - shying away from his touches, snapping at him (as if it's not natural for siblings to do that ??), giving him attitude in general. even worse if it's around sae!!!!! WHEW. he CAN be mean, and you know it, yet it always takes you aback anyways. rin's very passionate in his touches alone, always rough and greedy with his actions and it's hard to take him like this already - so imagine how insufferable he is when upset or annoyed </3 honestly i can see him with an even fouler mouth than sae's if you push the wrong buttons. he can and will make you cry lol AND sneer at you when he sees the tears :( BONUS: that's when sae will also soften up for sure !!!! switch up his role and be the knight in shining armor instead. probably tells rin to slow down and go easier on you, cause c'mon, why are you so mean all of a sudden, rin? and it only makes things worse :,) now he's pissed off because of both of u. good luck taking it lol

[shaybreezy-17]

Straw Hat Monster Trio + Usopp Getting Turned On by You

Trigger Warnings: Sexual content, fluff, inappropriate language, potential aggression, substance use, suggestive behavior, etc.

- Please refrain from reading if you are younger than 18. Viewer discretion advised.

Luffy

Finds himself wanting to be near you more often, and by near you, I mean on you. That boy knows nothing about personal space, so the fact that he’s attracted to you and doesn’t even realize it calls for lots of tight hugs where he often ends up with his face buried in your chest.

His hard on mixed with his natural animalistic nature makes him dry hump you whenever he gets the chance. He doesn’t know why, but it’s sweet relief whenever he does it. You guys could be laid up on the deck and next thing you know he’s thrusting into you as you’re both clothed, in agony, yearning for more skin to skin contact.

Luffy loves to eat, that’s no secret. So when he sees you stuffing your face during one of your many parties, he instantly falls in love. He always wondered why most girls avoided eating when he was around, but you ate without a care in the world. You were also incredibly drunk and high as fuck, so the munchies were getting the best of you, but he didn’t mind that, being pretty buzzed himself. Drool started pooling around the sides of his mouth and his penis started growing as he marveled at the sight of his two favorite things, you and delicious food.

Zoro

You’re secretly the object of his desires but he would die before admitting it. This causes him to be sort of distant and mean, because he’s annoyed that he wants you.

Tends to warm up after a long night of drinking booze when he’s feeling properly wasted. You often bump into him when you find him alone during these nights, out on the deck away from the crowd, because he actually asks you to stick around with him. He usually ends up pulling you into his lap as you both stargaze and he falls in and out of sleep, having the wettest dreams of his life, with a half-assed hard-on that you can feel, but ignore, because you don’t want your first time with Zoro to be when he’s drunk.

You offer him a massage after catching him finishing up a particularly tough workout. As you work out the knots in his back, his dick twitches every time your fingertips touch his skin. He gets really hot all of a sudden too and his cheeks get all red, but he blames it on the post-workout hot flashes even though his mind is running wild picturing himself on top of you, pinning your arms to your sides, while he rearranges your guts as you look helpless. He loves that you’re so frail compared to him, it drives him mad.

Usopp

You find Usopp to be the most stylish Straw Hat boy so whenever you guys dock on an island, you drag him shopping with you. You don’t mind having him in the dressing room with you, as it makes judging outfits together easier, but this always proves a challenge for Usopp and the raging boner he tries to hide while you try your next outfit on.

He’s a little scaredy cat, so whenever the seas are particularly aggressive during bedtime, you let him sleep with you. He tries his hardest not to check out your sleeping body, but he can’t help but admire how good you look in your panties. He puts a pillow in between you two because he’s scared you’ll wake him to him poking the hell outta your back.

Usopp always feels like the weakest link in the crew, so whenever you’re in a vulnerable state or you find yourself crying into his arms, he finally feels like he’s doing his duty as a protector. It turns him on so much, seeing that he’s like your knight in shining armor when you need a shoulder to cry on. It’s a win-win situation for you too, because you love when his toned arms wrap around your body and pull you into his chest where his musky scent instantly provides you comfort.

Sanji

Sanji can be a gentleman or a total perve, there’s no in between. Most girls know this, so they don’t give him the time of day or the chance, but you’re quite fond of him and his doggish antics. You get a kick out of inviting him to bathe with you, as popping the question results in a major bloody nose from the French chef. Despite the initial heat of being naked with a beautiful girl in his presence, he actually makes bath-time a pretty relaxing experience. He can’t help but stay hard pretty much the entire time, but he still manages to keep cool as he massages your hair, working in the shampoo. You take turns washing each others backs, and you always let him feel you up, as it’s enjoyable for both of you.

When you dock on an island, you accompany him while he goes grocery shopping. This also gives you the chance to flaunt your cute little summer outfits while you walk throughout the town. It just so happens to be sundress season and you’re totally not wearing underwear either. As you bend over to check out the different herbs and spices, Sanji catches a glimpse of your exposed booty. He lets out a gulp, sweat dripping down his curly brow. He wants nothing more than to get behind you right now, but his eyes shift over to the dairy section instead. Being with Sanji always gives you a confidence boost because you know he wants you, so you don’t mind throwing him a bone or two. As he stands behind you in the checkout line while you wait together, you back into him and wrap his arms around your waist. You can feel him growing harder and harder, but you pretend to be clueless. You even lean back and rest your head into his chest. Grocery shopping with a hot girl? He’s in literal heaven.

Being around the boys, Robin, & Nami for so long now, means you’re all pretty comfortable. All of the Straw Hats had pretty much already seen each other naked before, so it was pretty normal for you to walk around the ship in your panties, especially on hot days. On occasion, you’d ransack Sanji’s closet and take one of his dress shirts to wear, half-assed buttoned up, in just your undies and it drives him wild. Seeing you in his shirt with nothing under except a thin piece of fabric covering what’s in between your legs that he so desperately wants to be in right now. You’ll even take his cigarette and place it in between your lips in attempts to jokingly imitate him. He would normally never share his cigarette, but he’d give up his legs for you at this point when you look like that.

[verona2314]

Judgment of the Damned (translation) PART II

LINK PART I

Summary:

In the realm of Limbo, where souls deemed too good for Hell but not virtuous enough for Heaven reside, Victoria finds herself thrust into an unprecedented mission. When a notorious sinner, Sir Pentious, achieves redemption and ascends to Heaven, it sends shockwaves through all realms. Tasked with unraveling this mystery, Victoria, a minor judge of souls, is sent to the infamous Hazbin Hotel in Hell. For the first time, an emissary from Limbo steps foot into the fiery depths, tasked with observing and judging the denizens of Hell for their potential for redemption. As Victoria navigates this unfamiliar territory, she captures the unrequired attention of the enigmatic Radio Demon, Alastor. Amidst the chaos of demonic antics and the pursuit of understanding redemption, Victoria must confront her own beliefs and judgments. As she delves deeper into the secrets of the Hazbin Hotel, Victoria uncovers hidden truths about sinners, redemption, and the ultimate fate of souls caught between damnation and salvation. With each soul she encounters, Victoria's journey becomes not only a quest for answers but a personal voyage of self-discovery in the heart of darkness.

Chapter 2: The Judge from The Limbo

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Charlie: 

"So, what do you think, Vaggie, don't you think it's an excellent idea for us to be closer together to form a stronger team bond and cooperation?," she asked with a lot of enthusiasm, almost jumping out of her office seat. However, her girlfriend didn't seem so thrilled with the idea.

"I don't know Charlie. I understand what you want to do but I think this is putting us all... too close together. 

"Why do you say that?," she replied without fully understanding what the problem was."

"It's twister Charlie. Twister. I'm not saying it's a bad idea, but maybe it's...too much." 

"I see," she replied, a little discouraged by Vaggie's opinion, but perhaps it was true. Sometimes she could push others too hard to achieve the breakthroughs she longed for, and that wasn't right. On the other hand, some might be uncomfortable with the physical contact involved in the game...and then there was Angel." 

"I know you can think of another way. You're the most creative person I've ever met. I know something will occur to-

"I KNOW! ," she interrupted "Oooh it'll be great!" Vaggie looked at her stunned at the sudden change in mood, but it wasn't long before she gave her a smile."

"What?"

"SPORTS! Nothing better for bonding than a team sport driven by rivalry and the need to beat the opposing team!"

"Actually... that's an excellent idea." 

-I KNOW! ," she exclaimed, raising her arms and prancing in place, "it could be football, volleyball or badminton...uh uh uh, catch the flag or tennis! And there should be prizes, or maybe a scoring system...- Her state of absolute excitement was interrupted by the sound of her mobile phone ringing. It was her father. She tried to take a deep breath to calm down a bit and have a proper conversation," HELLOO...ehem.. I mean, hello dad. 

Vaggie looked at her with a questioning look on her face, but Charlie just shrugged. She hadn't expected a call from her father. While their relationship was on much better terms, he was a rather busy man with the duties of a king, or so she wanted to believe. As always, they exchanged greetings and asked the usual trivial questions, but she could sense something in his tone of voice.

"Dad, what's wrong? I get the feeling something's bothering you. Is it about Mom? no? I see. Sit down? okay. Yes, I promise not to panic ," Charlie sat down on the chair from her office. Slowly, he began to tell her about the situation. Her heart raced and her eyes began to widen in surprise, excitement and concern. There was a hint of disbelief, but her father would never lie to her about something like this. She used all her self-control to keep her cool. Vaggie watched her with curiosity and some trepidation as her girlfriend could obviously sense her nervousness. Once her father had finished speaking, Charlie sighed ,"I see. That's the situation. Don't worry, Dad. I'll take care of it and make sure everything is in order," she finally cut the call and looked off into the distance, intertwining her fingers, remaining silent, sitting with her back completely straight as she forced a smile.

"So, what did your father want ," asked Vaggie. Charlie couldn't hold back any longer and jumped out of her seat and grabbed her girlfriend by the shoulders.

"THEREISAMINORJUDGECOMINGFROMLIMBOANDITHOUGHTITDIDN'TEXISTBUTITTURNSOUTITDOESANDTHEJUDGEWILLBESTAYINGATTHEHOTELSOITCANSTUDYSINNERSINSEARCHOFUNDERSTANDINGREDEMPTIONANDMYDADWEREATTHESUPREMEJUDGESWHICHIALSOTHOUGHTTHEYWEREJUSTAMYTHANDICAN'TMESSITUPBECAUSETHISISSUCHAGREATOPPORTUNITY."

"Wow, wow, Charlie, take it easy. Take a breath. I can't understand what you're saying to me ," Vaggie took her hand and looked at her with love and determination, "Whatever it is, I'm here for you. We'll work it out together. We'll get through this. Nothing can be that bad if we face it as a team."

Charlie looked at her partner in relief. Vaggie had a way of calming her down and making her feel safe, that she could accomplish anything she set her mind to. She smiled gratefully at her, "Thank you, I needed that, " she inhaled deeply and then let the air out slowly to let the tension go, "My father called to inform me that we will be receiving an unexpected and...somewhat important guest.

"An Overlord?"

She shook her head, "No... What would you think if I told you that the Limbo is real?"

"Uh, well, I'd be a little hesitant since no one's ever seen anyone from there, but if you were the one to tell me, I'd believe you." 

"Well. It's real Vaggie...and it's not just that. A being from there will come here to the hotel."

"What? Why?"

"Well, apparently for some reason the supreme judges want to better understand the phenomenon of redemption and have decided to send an emissary to study the sinners or something like that," Vaggie looked at her with completely wide eyes,"Ah yeah. The supreme judges are also real. And...the person who comes as an emissary...IS A MINOR JUDGE! Vaggie, I can't mess this up. Imagine if this judge comes back to the Supremes with a positive report on the chances of redemption...but It could also make a negative report. I don't even have any idea how it is going to do this job or how long it will stays. WE MUST WARN THE OTHERS TO BEHAVE," The panic was getting to her again. This whole thing was completely unexpected and alarming. It was a great opportunity to effectively bring about the change she so longed for, but it could also result in the utter doom of her dream."

"Charlie," Vaggie again took one of her hands and with the other, tenderly held her cheek, "Don't worry. I'll make them all act their best before this emissary, even if I have to tie them up. Even if I have to tie them up, but... I'm sure they'll understand the situation. We are here to support you. Besides, we still have time to prepare, don't we? When does this judge arrive?... What I still don't understand is... why are they interested in redemption now?"

"Today. Any minute now. 

"What? Uh, and your dad just told you?! I'd better lock those lunatics in the basement until we can talk to them about this.

"Vaggie!," Charlie exclaimed.

 "Uhg... Fine. I won't do it. Now that I think about it, I think today is the best day for the arrival of this emissary."

"Why do you say that?" 

"Well, Angel had to film all day today, " Charlie couldn't help but feel her heart shrink at the thought of Angel spending the whole day with Valentino. She didn't like that situation at all, but the last time she'd intervened, she'd only made things worse. She remained silent, letting Vaggie finish her explanation," Niffty, for her part, declared war on the insects in the attic, so I think she'll stay there all day. As long as we don't give her another extremely sharp dagger, I doubt we'll have any trouble. As for Husk, he's most likely drunk in the hotel bar. I can't deny that that place is quite cozy now that it's become this sort of lounge with the reconstruction of the hotel. As for Cherri, I doubt she'll be visiting if Angel isn't here.

"I see," she sighed, leaning on the desk, "So no one is at the hotel." 

"That's right. Everything will be alright. You needn't worry about a thing. We'll manage to impress this judge," Vaggie smiled warmly at her. Charlie began to relax and feel calm. A feeling of peace came over her chest as she looked into her partner's eyes, lovingly, grateful for her support. But...something in the back of her mind began to nag, a discomfort, as if she was forgetting a detail. Suddenly, the realization struck her like a bolt of lightning.

-WHERE IS ALASTOR?

Alastor

There was something in the mood that made him uneasy, as if something was missing, and it bothered him deeply. He pondered for a few moments until he finally understood. The hotel was quiet, too quiet. The silence was deafening. Usually he would find that pleasant, but he had grown accustomed to the incessant din that the residents of the place emitted. They were like white noise. Boredom was beginning to creep in, so he would soon have to figure out something to occupy his time. He now had fewer responsibilities or sources of amusement since the hotel had been so...flamboyantly rebuilt. And at that moment, he felt someone ringing the front doorbell. Wonderful! He wouldn't have to go far to find entertainment. He teleported into the hotel lobby and walked calmly to the door. He could see a figure through the stained glass. Curiously, his hand hesitated for a moment before grasping the knob. He opened the door revealing a somewhat unexpected sight. 

"Good afternoon" greeted a pleasant, polite female voice. It was a woman whose head reached no higher than his chest, but who, despite her short stature, stood gracefully and dignified. Her face had a calm expression and her deep amber eyes studied him closely. She wore a white blouse with a black collar and sleeves, as well as her palazzo style trousers at the waist. Her brown hair was tied back in a low ponytail. Her hands held a black leather briefcase. Alastor couldn't help but be intrigued as it was clear that this woman was not an angel, let alone a being from hell.

"Oh, good afternoon dear lady! Alastor is the name. You seem rather interesting, I must say. Could you tell me your name if it's not too much trouble," he replied with his usual charisma, looking into her eyes. He could see a certain sharpness in them. The woman arched an eyebrow, but remained calm. 

"I have a meeting with Miss Charlie. She must be waiting for me," she replied. 

"Oh, I see," he said, unable to contain a chuckle "you must be a lawyer or some sort of secretary, aren't you?," he asked as his smile grew. The woman's face subtly changed to a sterner one."

"With the greatest respect, that is none of your business, sir," she replied, still maintaining her dignified posture."

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," the woman's evasive answers made his curiosity grow. He studied her again and noticed that she had a mallet-shaped ring on her index finger. She definitely had something to do with the law.-Perhaps you can tell me what your meeting is about. After all, a little small talk, a chat, never hurts and it's also the politically correct thing to do, isn't it?" he said, moving aside to allow her to enter the hotel. The woman crossed the threshold of the door into the hall without looking at him."

"A chat? Is that what you call trying to get information from me?,” she said, looking sideways at him."

"I can tell you're an intelligent one," he decided to shake his hand in greeting "but to be honest...what harm can do a little information that I'll eventually know, like...your name, for example"the woman elegantly accepted his greeting, shaking his hand with a firm grip as well. She smiled slightly, but not in a friendly way."

"Oh, it is not the point whether or not it is harmful to give out the information you are requesting. I am simply choosing not to give you my name because I don't feel like it," she released his hand and in her eyes he could see a trace of defiance. This person's attitude irritated him a little, but it also intrigued him. Alastor could understand this woman's intentions. She was testing him, analyzing his responses and character in the face of his refusal to give something as simple as her name. A way of sizing each other up, testing the waters. He couldn't help but hold back a sly smile.

"You are stubborn, aren't you? However, you are right. You have every right to keep your name. But I may as well keep insisting. You'll see. I don't like to take no for an answer. This time I'll be nice, and I'll settle for you telling me what business you have with the esteemed princess from hell."

"Again, and I also keep insisting, it's none of your business," she replied, still remaining calm and sounding strangely gentle. He could not deny that he felt increasingly irritated by this individual. This woman was only making his curiosity grow, but she was not giving him any answers. His smile was becoming more and more forced. The fact that this stubborn woman would not answer a demon's questions spoke volumes about her character. On the other hand, he couldn't deny that his boredom had completely disappeared. This woman was amusing but annoying.

"It is a delight to talk with you, I suppose I shall have to play the guessing game. But I would advise you to watch your imprudence. I may not be so...charming next time. 

"This is you being charming? I guess it's not your strong suit. Don't worry about it. I imagine you must have other talents," the woman replied with striking elegance and ease. 

Alastor could feel his smile tighten. His patience was being tested "I wonder where such boldness fits in someone as small as you," she returned his gaze, keeping her composure.

"How curious. I was wondering how tall people like you do it so that they don't get airs and graces on their heads?

Alastor looked at her this time without hiding the irritation he felt, leaning slightly towards her, trying to impose himself with the size difference. Perhaps it was time to simply put manners aside. The woman didn't look away for a moment. She seemed to have no intention of backing down. The atmosphere was tense and seemed to grow darker and darker. At that moment, he heard hurried footsteps running down the stairs towards them.

"Alastor!!!," Charlie called after him. The princess from hell continued to run until she was between him and the irritating woman "Alastor, I see you have welcomed our distinguished guest".

Alastor took a step backwards and resumed his usual manner "Guest? Of course! She mentioned something about having a meeting with you, but nothing about being distinguished,"

"Charlie laughed nervously. She seemed very tense,"I guess she didn't have time to introduce herself," Charlie replied, looking at the woman.

-Yes, she did. But she refused fiercely.

"She must have her reasons," the princess from hell continued, "I welcome you to my hotel. You must be...

"Miss Charlie," greeted the woman with a genuine smile. Her amber eyes no longer looked defiant, but warm "It's a pleasure to meet you" she continued, bowing her head gracefully "Your assumptions are correct. I am Victoria. The judge of Limbo."

Alastor watched in surprise. This was clearly not what he had expected, but it explained her dignified and stubborn attitude. So limbo was real. But what was a judge from Limbo doing there, and why did she seem to be so sympathetic to Charlie? If the stories he had heard about that place and the beings who lived there were true, then this situation would be completely- interesting.

LINK PART III

[dark9896]

Mistaken [Klaus x Reader]

Requested by Anonymous 😰

A haze crept across Klaus's vision. What was going on? This mission to infiltrate and isolate their target was going so well. What was this sensation? Why did he feel like the room was spinning? He needed to sit for a moment. That would fix this.

Surely that would fix everything.

His trusted friend, the person whom had assisted them all with the infiltration. She was guiding him to a quiet corner. Somewhere he could gather his thoughts. A soft mention of thanks, escaping like a grunt just before everything went black.

Klaus sat up in a cold sweat, clutching at his night shirt. Shaking his head, hoping to dislodge the dream... the memory.

Throwing the covers as little as he could, only wanting to free his feet and not disturb you if he could help it. Klaus stood up, half stumbling to the bathroom.

He needed to clear his mind.

The slightly haunted face that stared back at him was anything but reassuring. That had happened nine, no ten months ago. Anne had long since had the child Klaus had unknowingly thrust upon her.

Options? There had to be at least a hundred options for the two of them to either hide or get rid of the child. But neither Klaus nor Anne had any inclination for those options.

Of course you had been informed as soon as Anne told Klaus she was pregnant, and the three of you sat down to figure out the solution together. From basic adoption, to abortion, to how on Earth you would hide the baby from Klaus's family. Or rather, how you would explain it away.

While Anne wasn't anything phenotypically like yourself, the child had turned out to favor Klaus more, so passing them... him... off as your own child would be fairly easy. The problem was the timing and the values Klaus's family held ever so close to their collective chest, particularly his parents. Specifically his father.

Klaus let out a shaky sigh, staring himself in the eye. What was he to do? Anne had already agreed, already given up custody of the baby boy. Taking on the role of an aunt instead of a mother. It had been easy for her, shockingly easy at that. Anne had never wanted children in the first place.

And her enemies knew it.

That had been the motive behind the actions that evening. The one which haunted Klaus to this day. He had no clue why it had to be him, why was he the one they chose to drug and rope into this mess? Was that a premeditated decision? Had he somehow made the same enemies as Anne? Despite being part of a completely different organization? Or was he just the closest target? A victim of circumstance rather than planning? He-

He jumped at the sudden warmth over his forearm. Startled, but ultimately glad it was merely you. Rubbing your eyes and trying to speak, finding it rather difficult to form a single word. Klaus's face fell a little in the silence, he had been hoping to avoid waking you. Especially with little Lucas refusing to go back to sleep without you rocking him.

This whole situation was taking it toll on you and Klaus didn't like just how much you were shouldering. Between the wedding and a new baby, Klaus felt like he was somehow asking far too much of you.

"What's wrong Liebhaber?" You finally managed to break the silence, "It isn't healthy to bottle yourself away."

Klaus tried to avoid the question. Attempting to calm himself with slow, deep breaths, until he couldn't take the silence weighing on his conscious like a rock.

"Liebling, I just..." His gaze slipped off to the side then back to your eyes, "I fear this whole situation is my fault. That I'm asking too much of you and--"

"Klaus."

The tired sigh had him stopping, shuffling a little guiltily, he knew exactly what you meant after all.

"Please, we've two days until our wedding. There hasn't been a secret between us. Not one that was life shattering at least." You reached up, cupping his face, "I want to know how you feel. I don't doubt your worries. But I do want to help you, especially after everything that's happened."

"[Name], I..." Klaus leaned against your hand gently, "I don't want to add to your burdens. I know you worry as much as I do, and yet..."

His hand almost floated up to hold yours. Slow breaths behind closed eyes as Klaus gathered his thoughts. Knowing that he was delaying the inevitable. Unfortunately, the very thing he wanted to avoid was the exact thing was perpetuating.

"I can't help but feel that you got the worst end of this entire ordeal." Klaus's eye opened, focusing on you, "Your fiancé had an affair behind your back. And during work no less."

"My fiancé was drugged and in no proper state of mind to think clearly." You corrected, "Neither you nor Anne had any say in what happened that night. And neither of you have any intention of repeating the affair."

Klaus's expression softened a bit, torn between wanting to agree and arguing that it was still a traumatic experience even with explanation.

"In the midst of planning our wedding, you had to also think ahead of the consequences of those actions. Adding caring for a woman whom was carrying your fiancé's child to the list of responsibilities bearing down on you."

"Helping a friend through a difficult time and ensuring the health and safety of both the mother and child. While also trying to figure out the best, safest solution for everyone involved."

"And now you're taking care of said infant whilst the final touches are being put on the wedding. Stressing yourself out over small details and caring for a child that isn't even your own."

"Lucas won't know that." You tilted your head, "He'll only know that he grew up in a home where he is loved. Maybe one day we can tell him what happened, that his real mother is a trusted friend and a heavily altered version of why such a thing happened at all. But for now we shouldn't worry about that."

Klaus bowed his head, closing his eyes once more but keeping your hand against his cheek. His thumb slowly rubbing along the length of your pinkie as you brushed just under his eye. His mind churning everything slowly. The way you saw the situation was far different to how Klaus did, no doubt about it. Perhaps for once he was worried a bit too much.

But the real problem was nibbling at the back of his mind.

"Liebling," He finally broke his silence, "I worry about how my parents will react. Given how we can't show them evidence that Lucas is..."

Klaus shook his head again, "More than that. With how my family, my parents, treat having a child. Particularly one born out of wedlock and never even properly mentioned."

You stepped closer to Klaus, trying to free your hand so as to hug him. Alas, he was being stubborn about keeping your hand against his cheek, so you just had to slip your free arm around him.

"I don't know what to do about that Klaus, I'm sorry." You nestled yourself against his chest, "But you aren't going to face this alone. I'll be right here with you, okay?"

"Of course mein Herz."

[aspra-apiryn7132]

Lilith and Voldemort

Lilith was walking along the long hall of Malfoy manor admiring the paintings that lined the walls. She had always loved this hall of Malfoy manor for many reason but the one reason why she really loves it was because of how long it was, cause that meant she could walk down it without really having to watch and see if people are walking towards her.

And today that is what she was doing right until the end of the hallway.

Right when she reached the end of the hallway Voldemort turned the corner into the hallway, walking straight into Lilith, knocking her to the floor.

When she righted herself up she looked down towards his feet and said “I’m so sorry my dark lord. I need to learn to keep my eyes on the path in front of me, and not what is on the side of me. “

She stood there for many moments waiting for something to happen, a crucio, an imperio, hell and avada kedevra, she would take anything at this point rather than just standing here in silence with him. Then he broke the silence by saying, “ follow me to my chambers miss Lilith.”

Immediately her heart started pounding so hard in her chest she could hear it in her ear. She was think of all of the possible things that could possibly be done to her and it wasn’t helping her situation in the slightest.

And she realized that she must not have been paying attention to where she was going or anything because suddenly she was standing behind Voldemort in his chambers.

She looked around and noticed that I was pretty void of light except a few lamps strewn across the room. She also noted a kind sized bed that was draped fully in a black fur blanket.

Then all of a sudden Voldemort turned around and started kissing her. The after a minut or two he pulled back and started to rip her dress off as if it were physically paining him to see it on her. He didn’t stop until she was just in a very thin lace underdress that she liked to wear.

Voldemort picked her up and threw her down hard on the bed. The Voldemort grave his wand and cut it in half only along the underside. Then he pushed her legs until they were sitting as far wide as they possibly could. Then the last thing she saw was him disappearing under the dress, and the next thing she felt was his forked tongue on her clit, and it felt amazing, far better than Lucius’s.

He kept licking for a long minute, right until she was about to cum. Then she felt him pulled off and had to refrain from whimpering at the loss of stimulation. Then she watched as he stripped himself bare to nothing except his underwear. Then he crawled up to her and kissed her deeply. And she was so caught up in the kiss that she was profoundly startled when she fel two cold and long fingers thrust inside of her.

She felt him start to press his finger on a part of her that felt rather good. Then she felt him start to thrust and press his fingers inside of her until again she was right about to cum. And then he pulled out, leaving her feel empty.

Then she saw him stand up and pull his wand out again. Lilith was confused as to what was happening until she heard another cut on her dress and then Voldemort was stuffing a piece of her underdress into her mouth. She had no ideas why she was doing this but she didn’t. Exactly argue with him about it either.

She watched as he pointed his wand at her and she didn’t know what he was doing until she felt horrible writhing pain, and she realized he was crucioing her. And it wasn’t until he stopped that she realized that she liked the feeling of it. In the silence of Lilith catching her breath she heard Voldemort say “why is this happening to you? Tell me.” But because she had the cloth in her mouth all she could do was whimper, and it got the reaction she was hoping for cause right then Voldemort crucioed her again. This time for much longer, so long in fact that Lilith started writhing and running her legs together trying to feel something.

Finally she felt him stop and watched as he tossed his wand to the side of his bed. She also watched as he stripped himself of his underwear. She felt as he pushed her legs wide and into the air, and then when they were in the air she felt him lick the entirety of her vagina. Then he dragged her down to the edge of the bed , and took the cloth out of her mouth.

She closed her eyes and breathed deeply as he began barely thrustin in her with his tip and she accidentally let a moan come out of her mouth. Then she felt nothing for a few second until she heard and get him slap her vagina, and while most people would probably hate that she absolutely loved it. She also heard him hiss out “Don’t be greedy.”

She did nothing but give a small nod at his words. But right as she was laying there waiting for something to happen, he thrust in hard a fully, which did hurt slightly but she really didn’t mind. Then he waited for about 10. Seconds to let Lilith get used to the feeling of having him inside her, to which she note he was about 9in long and about 4in in girth.

And right as she made that conclusion l, he started to thrust. And by thrust she means pound, cause he went hard and fast as if this were going to be the last time ever. However due to him edging her on so much and the vigorous way he was going at it now she came much faster than she ever had before. However that didn’t stop him.

He kept going at the same pace as before, causing her mind to be lost in a haze of overstimulation and whimpering. Then after a couple of minutes, she felt him start to speed up, which she didn’t even know was possible. But, the change in speed caused her to let out a moan that was louder than the other ones.

Which caused Voldemort- still thrusting hard and fast—to lean down against her ear and whisper “You might want to be quiet, you don’t want someone to come in her and see your slutty pussy like this do you?” Lilith whimpering shook her head no, and Voldemort leaned back up.

Then she felt him start to lag a bit and then she felt something warm spill inside her, and she realized he came inside her.

However right when she thought he was about to pull out he instead flipped them so he would be sitting on the bed leaning haunts the heard board and she would be sitting on his dick.

She was about to take herself off of him when he grabbed her by the shoulders and made her sit down fully on him, causing her to moan loudly again.

She looked at him and asked “What are you doing my lord?” She could feel at the use of the words ‘my lord’ his dick twitched inside her. Then he said “I am going to read for the rest of the night and you are going to sit here in me keeping me warm, as a reminder to always watch where you are walking.” At the finally words he slapped her hard across the ass and she ground down on his lap, making his dick inside her twitch again.