#illumination roleplay

[timetobutterfly]

Hi! I'm looking for mature people or people 18 years of age and older that love animation to join a Discord roleplay. Roleplay in any style you want. You can choose animated characters from Disney, DreamWorks, Illumination, Nickelodeon, and more. Hope to see you there!

[at-liberty-news]

Hi again! I was curious if your sources have any information on the black hole we created in Meridia? I've heard whispers amongst the crew that it may not be a black hole at all, but a worm hole? And if so, where it may lead to? I know we got the Dark Fluid from the Illuminates, but people seem to think our scientists don't actually know what they were doing! I find that hard to believe, so was hoping your sources could help quell the unrest!

Hello again, Rhyske! We appreciate your continued correspondence.

Unfortunately, we never had any insider information from the dark fluid research facility on Moradesh, and our takeover of this vessel predated the destruction of Meridia, which means we never gained access to any of the dark fluid vessels ourselves.

Although Terry, our resident scientist, is brilliant in many fields, he knows little about these kinds of exotic matters. Despite that, we devote what little spare time we have to studying the black hole. From afar. Unfortunately, Super Earth heavily monitors the area, rendering it practically impossible to make significant progress.

While we won't rule out the possibility completely, there is simply a lack of conclusive evidence that the phenomenon is truly a wormhole or that such a wormhole would inherently be linked to some sort of Illuminate territory.

If Terry makes any promising discoveries, we'll be sure to let you all know! Oh, and Terry says hello.

[cavefilllingcorporation]

The Illuminate Threat

Vismark sat in his war room. With him sat the Introvert, the Centurion, and a holographic projection of the General. It was a meeting about corporate security, so he had to be involved. Sadly, Carl was off seeing family, so he wasn’t here for this meeting. Hopefully he would be able to catch up later.

The General then started the conversation:

“So, those squid boys are back. What are we facing metal brain?”

Vismark grimaced as he went to answer the question.

“The Illuminate were an enemy of Cyberstan and Super Earth back in the First Galactic War, which was around 100 years ago. From what I understand, they were peaceful before Super Earth got involved… naturally. And then they were crushed and were forced out of the galaxy.”

“Well, they aren’t so peaceful anymore!” Exclaimed the General. “If I understand correctly, they’re going out raiding planets and zombifying everyone!”

“Not our workers I hope” the Introvert said worriedly.

“No, we’re fine for now. I’ve put a pause on camp calling to ensure that we aren’t attacked randomly. Not now anyway.”

“That’s good.” The Introvert said relieved.

“Well, what else do these guys have?” The General asked.

“Well, I sent some of the HellLeaguers over to investigate. The zombies are easy to take out, but the Illuminate themselves have tough armor, and the less said about their Harvester mechs the better.”

“So, what’s the plan wise guy?”

“Evacuation.” Vismark answered a matter of factly.

“Seriously? You’re just going to run?”

“There’s nothing else to do.” The Introvert said as he defended Vismark. “We are not risking our employees to face an enemy we cannot fight against. We can always set up shop somewhere else.”

“Alright, what about the mines we have on RD-4?”

“Currently they are closed, and will be until the Chaosdiver council returns my calls. I’m tempted to make another one, but I don’t want them to shut down the comms.”

“Wait, why would they shut down the comms?” Asked the Introvert.

“Because the Chaosdivers, or at least their council, are taking a holiday for a few days. We won’t hear back from them until they return. Still, hopefully I can get those mines reopened. It’s a pain for us to not be able to get back to production. Especially from the Social Media team. I can’t catch a break with those guys!”

Suddenly, someone burst into the room, interrupting the meeting.

“Sorry to interrupt sirs, but we have a situation!”

“What situation?” The General barked. “Surely it can’t be that bad!”

“Hesoe Prime has been invaded by the Illuminate!”

While the Introvert was confused, and the General was irritated, Vismark’s eyes went wide.

“That’s in the same sector as Rouge 5!”

The Introvert then chipped in “Isn’t this the second time when the Illuminate has attacked near this area?”

“Yeah, Seasse. That’s not good.”

“Right, I say we keep the mines closed until further notice. Not until the Illuminate actually make themselves known and are actually settled.”

“Agreed.” Vismark stated.

He wasn’t sure what the future held. He just hoped that things would settle into a new normal sooner than later.

[villaincide]

ミ★ hey ! making this post as a placeholder until I make something else ! better obvs

I’’m Stan , He / They , 17 . nsfw blogs && 18 + blogs DNI !! as well as VVc€st shippers , pr0shippers , terfs , Zi0nists , z00philes , etc . && DNI personal blogs / non rp blogs

. Made && Interviewed by STAN ✫彡

[salrikstrongbow]

Another commission, not Thaumopolis related! More illuminated Manuscript!

[syrenqin]

Love and Deepspace, Ft. Assorted Kinks➶-͙˚ ༘✶

>>>>>>>>>>>>> smut, mdni! >>> f!MC

➸ caleb

praise kink: okay so he gets off of being praised, like tell him he's the only one in the world who can satisfy you. Tell him he's the only one you need, and he'll show you just how well he can pound you.

lingerie kink: something about sneaking into the lingerie stores of the girl he's loved since childhood, the shedding of innocence and seeing you as an adult for the first time.

dacryphilia: I believe he has a savior complex. Seeing you cry and call out his name to save you would turn him on 100%.

powerplay: he's the colonel ffs he def gets off having authority and would love to display it in bed, having you at his mercy. The two of you get mutually turned on by this.

golden shower: The dawg in him will pee on you to mark his territory, especially after he sees literally any MALE interact with you, he'd feel the need to drown you in his piss and show you who you belong to.

➸ sylus

cockwarming: sylus is someone who needs external stimuli while working, since he tends to work all day. What is a better stimulus than your warm walls hugging his lonely cock as he types away on his laptop, or attends calls with his dealers, or cleans his guns...

body worship: will 10/10 be bowing down to every inch of your body. No matter how insecure you are, HE can't BELIEVE that all of you belongs to him AND he's allowed to touch it. Expect a lusty compliment every 10 minutes, sex or no sex.

sensory deprivation: canoncially believes that switching off one sense heightens the other so.... expect a lot of blindfolds and other innovations he might come up with to please you to the fullest

motorcycle sex: some days he wants to ride his motorcycle, some days he wants you to ride him, atop the motorcycle sfhsfk. he'd take you out on a ride to see the nightlights and you'd find a spot dark enough to climb on top of him and ride out the adrenaline rush.

size kink: big fat dragon cock, you'll definitely need to be trained to take in. It will take a few sessions but Sylus is more than patient.

➸ xavier

roleplay: I think specifically like... he wants to roleplay as hunters who bang bang after killing off a particularly difficult bunch of wanderers after a perfect display of teamwork? I can see it as something he'd want to do in real life but can't so he makes up this scenario in bed.

consensual somnophilia: he sleeps so much, he gives you the permission to play with him even when he's asleep. He'd often, to his delight, wake up to you sucking him off as he giggles drowsily

groping: possessive kitty, will grope you in public if anyone even looks at you. He'd grope your ass anyway frequently but he'd bolden up and grope your boobs too.

anal: ... he loves your other cavities but the shitter is his favorite place to nest.. something about the deviation from the norm and the chance to plug in 3 fingers into your pussy while he fucks your ass really gets him off.

also, golden shower: would def pee on you too. Wants you to swallow it mostly. Does it more than caleb, and not to mark his territory - he just likes peeing on you. Love when the sound of the trickle bounces off your tits.

➸ rafayel

waxplay: well melt some candles with his evol and pour it over you. It really resembles his cum. Spreads it around your body to guage your reaction.

neon paint play: Loves having sex in the dark but also wants to see the shape of you properly. Paints your curves with neon paint as he watches you illuminated breasts marked with glowing Xs bounce around in the dark as he thrusts into you.

underwater sex: again, he loves watching the flabs of your body, especially your breasts and ass bounce in the water when he pounds into you. He also feels this is his natural habitat and the most natural way for him to make love to you.

also roleplay: he'd love to play the hostage with you as the capturer, sorry not sorry.

foot fetish: hear me out, him licking your toes and rubbing up wet strips up your sole and kissing your heels. He wishes your feet were a tail but they aren't so he shows his admiration for you by lathering up your legs.

➸ zayne

bondage: he likes it when you take away his ability to move. He's the one the likes to be bound up so he can frown and snarl at you while you have his way with him. Closeted sub boy.

nipple play: loves loves lovessss suckling on your nipples like a baby. Wants to have you boobs constantly in his mouth, rent free. Will especially need a nip session post a tiring work day.

car sex: He has an AUDI for a reason and it's not mileage or performance. It's to make it reek with the smell of sex after you and him go multiple rounds atop the expensive leather of the back seats. He makes sure your head never hits the car interior

face sitting: Sit on him, sit, put all your weight on the wicked curve of his nose. Don't just hover over his face, plant yourself DOWN. He will give you the best head of your life while his angry cock slaps itself on his abdomen, waiting for its turn.

breeding kink: Dr. Zayne wants to knock you up so bad but you aren't ready yet. So whenever you decide to be on birth control, he will absolutely fill you up with his seed and watch it pool inside you, guaging your fucked out expression and dreaming of the pretty babies you will make in the future.

[timetobutterfly]

Hi! I'm looking for mature people or people 18 years of age and older that love animation to join a Discord roleplay. Roleplay in any style you want. You can choose animated characters from Disney, DreamWorks, Illumination, Nickelodeon, and more. Hope to see you there!

[another-template-blog]

Which do I make next? Also might make a poll on some WIPs I abandoned to see if you guys are interested in any of them

[everlastingserenitys]

PULLED OVER OR BENT OVER?

summ. your police officer boyfriend who pulls you over and takes you in the station for a little "questioning"

pairing. sylus x f!reader cw. police officer!sylus, light roleplay, p in v, uniform kink, handcuffs (sorry), creampie, clothed sex, gentle sex, tension a/n. police sylus has been stuck in my mind forever.. had to do something

Driving along your gloomy city at night was something you enjoyed doing.

The way the lights from the buildings illuminated the city to make it look somewhat lively made you at peace. You were resting on the back of your car seat as you blasted loud music in your car, peaceful, right?

Well, not really.

As you were driving, the flashing of blue and red lights peered through your rear view mirror. With a scoff, you pull over to the side and glanced at your mirror, noticing the police man stepping out of the car and making his way towards yours.

You slam your hand against the window roller button and push the button down, the officer leaned his head in and inspected your car before looking back at you.

“Hello.” Sylus smiled.

“Sy–Uh, I mean, officer, hello.” you nod, resting your fingers on the steering wheel, tapping a slow rhythm on it. Sylus raised an eyebrow and asked you to lower the volume, of course you listen and glare back at him.

“What am I getting pulled over for?”

“Going over the speed limit.”

Your eyes avert to the sign where it said the maximum speed limit, and then back at Sylus who was already getting a ticket ready. Your eyes widened and you smacked the ticket away from his hands.

“First off, I wasn't going over the speed limit. Second, I…I can not have another ticket! So please, let me off this one time!”

“Can’t do that, sweetie.” Sylus teased, his pen wrote the last strokes of the ticket and he folded it up, placing it in the cleavage of your tits. You scowl and take the ticket out, throwing it outside before starting up the car.

“So that’s how you wanna play huh?” Sylus mocked, rushing over towards his police car. As his car was inching towards you, you pressed your foot against the pedal and stared at the mirror, you notice Sylus poking his head out of his car flashes a grin at you before he pushed the pedal on his car.

“Try to catch me.” you mumble and start driving, fast. Your tires roared against the rocky pavement as you pressed the gas pedal even harder, until you were seriously way over the speed limit.

Sylus’ car was still behind you, his sirens echoed through the empty road only the two of you were at. And that's also when you also realized, there was a dead end soon. Swerving was way too risky, it may cause your car getting damaged but a little part of you had hope, the tiniest amount of hope.

So when you swerved to the right, Sylus was quick to know what you were doing and he blocked your way before you could drive ahead. Taken aback at the sudden move he pulled you to a halt and you rested your forehead against the steering wheel as your breathing started to get unsteady.

The sounds of knocking on the window snapped you out of your daze. You stare up at the window and roll the window down to see Sylus looking down at you with a concerned and mocking gaze. He kept his composure and cleared his throat before pulling out a ticket.

“Please! N-no S– Officer! I’ll give you something else instead of that ticket, please!”

“Will you now?” Sylus raised an eyebrow and put his ticket and pen away. Sylus rested his large arms against the opened window on your car and tilted his head to the side as he stared at you with a seductive look.

“Come with me then, we’re going to the station.”

What?!

“That's not apart–I mean, okay! What about my car?” you ask, snapping your seatbelt off and stepping out of your car in a quick movement. When you hopped out of the car and closed the door behind you, Sylus grabbed your arm and flipped you until you were pressed against your car. He grabbed both your arms and placed them behind your back.

“You have the right to remain silent…”

What. The. Fuck.

Sylus finished the rest of his speech and you snapped your lips shut, not daring to say a word. Whether this was real or not, this was scaring the fuck out of you.

When Sylus acknowledged your silence he wrapped his fingers through the space between the handcuffs and your arms and dragged you to his car, he opened the door in a swift movement and shoved you inside. A whine escaped your lips when you felt your head hit against the seat and Sylus’ eyes flashes with a hint of concern, but he didn't say anything.

Sylus got in the car moments later and started it up, you couldn't even sit up due to the bumpy road causing you to lie back down every time you tried to get up. The car was dead silent, all you were listening to was the jerky road meddling with the low tone of the static radio playing in the front.

“Officer?”

“Hm?” Sylus lowered the volume of the radio and peered his eyes through the fenced border behind him. He looked good, a little too good. You stammer out some random gibberish and before you could even ask if you were going to go to jail, the car stops to a halt and Sylus lets you know you’re at the police station.

“Already?” you groaned, wriggling around on the seat as you tried to get up but the door flung open and Sylus stared down at your figure, his eyes lingering on your hiked up skirt which was practically showing off your bare ass.

“C’mon, I have to take you in for questioning.”

“Questioning for going over the speed limit?! Seriously officer? It's not like a committed a crime or anythi–”

Your rambling was interrupted when you felt Sylus grab onto your hair and pull you into a fierce kiss. You kiss him back in the same needy manner he's kissing you in, and before you could seek for more, he pulled away, a smug grin crept on his face before he picked you up with one arm and threw you over his shoulder, walking the two of you in the station.

The cool breeze of the station rushed through you and you sighed against Sylus’ shoulder. He eventually made it to the room that had the sign ‘interrogation room’ labeled on it and kicked open the door. The room was just…empty.

Sylus placed you on the table and stepped away from you.

“No chairs, so the table it is, okay?”

You nod and he chuckled, stepping close to you again, he was just mere inches away from kissing you, and, instinctively, you leaned in closer, you were just seconds away from your lips to touch his. Sylus snaked his fingers around your waist and lightly pressed his lips on yours.

“Care to bother why you basically sped away from me after I gave you a ticket?” he asked, planting his lips on your face, pecking small kisses as his ruby iris glowed in the illuminated room. You shrug and dart your eyes to his lips.

“Look at me. Also tell me why you decided to swerve?”

“I don't know, officer. Maybe ‘cause there was a dead end soon?” you whisper, pecking his face in a teasing manner. A shaky whimper escaped Sylus’ lips and he gritted his teeth before lightly pushing you on the table. The handcuffs cause a loud clang to echo through the room and Sylus cups your knees.

“You could've stopped, huh? You know you shouldn't swerve, it's dangerous.” he said. You only nod in response and buck your hips towards him.

“You’re going off script, Sylus.” you mumble staring into his eyes, only to catch a glint of anger spark through them.

“So I shouldn't care for you, is what you’re saying?” Sylus asked, pressing himself against you, the fabric of his pants making contact with your laced panties sent shivers down your spine and you moaned in response.

“Quiet down, sweetie, there's still guards lurking around here.” he mumbled, grinding himself against you. You nod and clench your teeth, tight. Sylus continued his movements on you as he watched your reaction intently.

“Officer…” you whisper, rocking yourself against Sylus.

“One more question…” he whispered, leaning in closer as his movements started to slow down and he grabbed onto his belt securing his police uniform. He twirled around with the fabric securing him and then, a click echoed through the room and his belt fell on the ground.

Sylus pulled his pants and boxers down, revealing his hard, thick cock on display for you. You whine in response and wriggle closer to him. Sylus stopped your movements and pressed his cock against your fabric covering your pussy.

“What's your question?” you ask.

“I have two actually…” Sylus mumbled, slipping your panties down and pressing his cock against your soaking cunt before slowly pushing the head inside you. Before a loud moan could escape your lips, Sylus shoved his fingers deep in your throat.

“Can you stay quiet?”

You nod.

“And my second question, where were you going today?”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head, trying to speak but his fingers and cock were making it difficult to. Sylus pulled his fingers out of you and planted kisses on your face before pushing his length further into you.

“I was doing a night drive o-out of boredom…ngh”

“That’s all I needed to hear.” Sylus whispered before thrusting his full length inside you. A wave of pleasure sparked through you. You try to hold onto something but you couldn't, the handcuffs kept banging against the table on every thrust he did and god, it felt too good.

“Mm.. handcuffs..too” you gasp, arching your back, seeking for more pleasure of his cock ramming inside you in a slow movement.

“Too tight..” you whine, still bucking your hips back and forth, back and forrtthh–

“Yeah?”

You nod repeatedly and that just made Sylus chuckle in response, he pressed himself against you and the feeling of his heavy armour grazing your breasts was turning you on, his pace quickens and slows down, it was like he needed to cum, but then didn’t, and fuck you needed to cum.

“Hah..’m close sweetie.” Sylus’ arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you closer towards him, sending the last final thrusts inside you before he mistakenly forgot to pull out, and coat his white mixture inside you.

A groan escaped your lips when you felt his cock continue to ram inside you. The table was shaky, way too shaky and you felt like you were going to fall off any second. The sounds of his mixtures slicking in and out of you filled the room, you glance down to see the huge mess pooling out of you.

“Sy–fuck” before you could warn him about your release, a stream of your warm cum streams out of you and Sylus carefully pulls away, leaving a small trail of your mixtures coated on his cock, slick down it.

“You’re a good actress, sweetie.”

“Sylus! I didn’t expect you to take me to the fucking station?! I thought we agreed on doing it in the car, only.”

“I don't hear you complaining” he teased, his fingers sliding through your hair as he quickly gave it a ruffle.

“Whatever, let's clean this up, also get these cuffs off of me.”

“You're still getting that speeding ticket, by the way.”

part 10 of untamed desires | sylus -> next work

[at-liberty-news]

Galactic War Status: Day 13

Within less than a day after the reclamation of Varylia 5, Helldivers have received their newest major orders. High Command has begun operation "Enduring Peace," an ultimate plan to clear the threat of Meridia's supercolony once and for all. Phase 1 is already underway, with SEAF forces moving to take and hold Fenrir III and Turing in the Umlaut sector, along with Angel's Venture in the Orion sector. With these planets secured, the SEAF will surround Meridia on three sides. With Angel's Venture already in their control and Fenrir III taken just hours ago, all that's left is Turing, which we have full confidence will be under Super Earth control within the order's allotted time.

While the exact details are still obscured, the Federation's official news cycle is publicizing more than they normally would in an effort to drum up public support and morale. On Moradesh, a scorching desert planet in the Celeste sector, a previously secret weapons research facility has now been made known to the public. This facility was working to weaponize "dark fluid," a synthetic and exotic substance that Super Earth originally plundered from the Illuminate in the first Galactic War. This facility has recently suffered a debilitating loss, resulting in an unstable microblack hole that lasted no more than milliseconds before evaporating from Hawking radiation. Unfortunately, milliseconds were all it needed to spaghettify at least a dozen people on site and a considerable portion of the facility. While official news outlets downplayed the damage and played the entire incident off as an unfortunate accident, the real truth remains elusive.

Despite the incident, the researchers are confident they have reached a breakthrough that will allow the SEAF to finally purify Meridia. With Turing the only necessary planet not currently under Super Earth control, High Command has ordered all special forces to ignore the loss of any territory not currently pertaining to the operation so as to maximize its chances of success. This is a risky gamble, and we hope to see it pay off.

One such 'nonessential' planet is Acamar IV in the Jin XI sector, which is already undergoing infestation by Terminid spores. At current rates, the planet is estimated to be completely overrun by the end of the day. Let's hope Enduring Peace comes before the bugs occupy the entire outer rim.

That's all for now, but we're sure more excitement is soon to come. Give 'em Hell, Divers!

[cavefilllingcorporation]

Vismark reacts to Squid-based accusations

The events of this Employee Experience happened on the night of 12/12/2024, right after [Insert thing here]

Vismark was slumping in his chair. This was… not how he wanted tonight to go. Still, he had made the best with the cards he had been given. Carl had just confirmed that the RD-4 mines had been evacuated, and that he was now heading to the Steel’s Vengeance, where they would join the Introvert until things cooled down. Carl was using the more direct method of FTL, which was risky, but Vismark had to be sure that they would be safe. He just hoped that the Chaosdiver Council would be ok with the temporary pause in supplies. In fact, he could use the pause in supplies as a negotiation tool to get the proper compensation the company deserved for said mines. The Accounting Department finally got back to him after all.

Suddenly, the comms message opened up. It was from a signal he didn’t quite recognize, but he did know that it was related to the chaosdiver council. Maybe they were calling from a bunker location? He then pressed it, and out came an unfamiliar face, one showing many emotions. Vismark was quick to recognize anger, betrayal, fear, stalwart, bravery… oh no. Was this a council member in person? No, it wasn’t. Couldn’t be. The council was infamous for being anonymous. They wouldn’t show their face like this. Still, it must be someone very high up.

The man then started to speak: “Vismark... I've heard many things from Caelus about your meeting. My question is, did you do this? The Illuminate are slaughtering everyone, everything. Your origins from beyond the Galactic frame are, suspicious… Did you bring them back, Commander Vismark?”

Vismark was stunned, but he quickly replied, partially without thinking: “What the- You think I'm responsible for this?!? I'm in the middle of overseeing an evacuation of the mines and a lockdown to protect my employees- Why would you think I would be responsible for this?!?"

This guy thought he was responsible for the squids?!? What? That was a leap of logic. Clearly this guy was high of rank, considering that he knew that the Cave Filling Corporation was an extra-galactic company. Must have read an ODST report or something. Still, all of the clues would point to Cyberstan being their frame of origin, not squidland…

Before Vismark could fully calm down, the man then shouted: “THE ILLUMINATE WERE MEANT TO BE EXTINCT COMMANDER, AND CONVENIENTLY, THE YEAR WE FIRST FIND YOU GUYS IS THE YEAR THEY RETURN”

Ok then, he was dealing with somebody who was clearly thinking with his emotions rather than with logic. Not that Vismark was much better, but still. He had to be the logical one, he had to be reasonable. At least as reasonable as he could be given the situation.

“With all due respect sir, we have been here for months! We have been here closer to the Reclamation of Cyberstan than the squids returning! And if you take the time to look at our technology and our naval vessels, they look NOTHING like the squid ships!”

Before Vismark could realize that he hadn’t calmed down as much as he thought he had, the man than mockingly parroted Vismark: “Nothing like the squid ships.” Before he expressed in a frustrated voice: “We have no idea what else the squids have in store, for all I know, YOU could be one of the blue bastards.”

Ok, this was getting ridiculous. Did this guy seriously think that the Illuminate were in the outpost and mines, after all of this time?

“Your agent has seen me in person. The Chaosdivers have seen my men, human and cyborgs, working in the outpost. The ODSTs and Mercdivers have trade relations with us. If there was a squid in our ranks, it would have been very, very obvious by now.”

Vismark thought that this was the answer to that accusation, but then the man then pulled up something Vismark hadn’t thought of, and he did it with a snarl:

“We don't know if you have some sort of shape transfiguration tech, for all I know you could be broadcasting this back to your homeworld.”

While he wasn’t wrong that this meeting was going to be recorded and sent to the Investor’s Blog, Vismark became incredulous and almost offended.

“Shape configuration- ARGH! How would that work genius?!? Holograms that go over my body? Genetic mutations that allow me to shapeshift?”

Seriously, how the heck could Vismark and his men disguised themselves like that for months? It made no sense whatsoever? Was technology like that even possible?

Unfortunately, that was the wrong thing and tone to say, as the man’s anger seemed to built up to a boiling point, before it was dropped altogether.

“I am done with this conversation, we may continue at a later date. But as of right now I need more intelligence on the matter. I must know if our planet will be invaded or not.”

The man then put on a helmet and the screen was turned off, the only thing displayed being "Signal Not Found".

Vismark than stood there, not sure what to think or say. The communication line was still on, the video part was just disconnected. He just stood there, alone with his thoughts. He hadn’t even realized he had stood up during that heated moment.

A lot of things were now going to be worse than before. If there was any doubt that the council knew of their extra-galactic origins, they knew now. Not only that, but if this is the guy who he had to meet with to make sure they were actually paid for the mining, or if this was a common sentiment with the higherups, it was going to make that conversation exponentially harder. However, that was all in the future. Right now, Vismark had one major priority to worry about, and it could be summed up in the next 6 words that he spoke before turning off the call:

“So do I... so do I.”

[authorhjk1]

I also really enjoyed reading RV doing cosplay for reader.. Would you be so kind as to making one for ITZY too?

Yeji

You were surprised seeing her dress like this. After all, she just asked you to take her on a coffee date, so you thought she would go out like all idols do, when they don't want to be seen. But instead Yeji looked hotter than the summer heat and more recognizable than ever. When the two of you reach your car, you're surprised Yeji asks you to pop the hood. You quickly do as she says, before walking over to her. Your eyes grow wide when you see Yeji lift the top and secure it, but stays bend over the hood. While she looks down at the engine, your eyes are glued to her tight midriff. A couple drops of sweat on her skin glisten in the summer sun.

"Wow. Nice headers. You've got a high-rise double pump carburetor. That's pretty impressive."

You heard these words so many times already. But hearing them come out of Yeji's mouth, with her bent over your hood, pretending to examine your car's engine and her tight tummy on display...

Ryujin

She didn't tell you the whole plan. But just enough to make you worried. Ryujin is dominant in and outside the bedroom. And sometimes her roleplaying is very hard on you. This time is no exception. You lie on the bed, pretending to be asleep, when she opens the bedroom door. She only told you to play along. And now you know what she means.

Ryujin is standing in the door, her brown skirt reaching her knees. Her upper body is hidden by a tight brown top and white furr is draped over her shoulders. Maybe wolf, or polar bear or something. Her mischievous, almost dangerous smirk makes you swallow hard. Your eyes focus on her hands. Her left is holding a round shield. Her right an axe.

You get off the bed, but Ryujin is faster. She uses her shield to pin you against the wall. Her axe dangerously close your throat.

"Looks like I found myself a new slave."

Chaeryeong

"Chaeryeong?"

You yell through the apartment, but you don't get answer.

"Why are all the lights out?"

You step into the living room, which is dark as well. The only light you see is the small light on your music box, which is standing on the coffee table.

"Chaeryeong?"

You wait for a while, but it stays quiet.

Suddenly a sharp snap-hiss sound interrupts the silence. You know that sound. And you're looking at the source. The red lightsaber, which is giving off a steady hum, is being held by Chaeryeong, who is standing in the door. The red light illuminates her black leather outfit. A wooshing sound cuts through the air as she lifts the lightsaber near her face. The red light makes her look so evil.

"If you are not with me, then you're my enemy."

Lia

You don't know if she is supposed to be a Disney princesses, or if it's just a random dress, but Lia looks great in it. She twirls around for you once more, her dress lifting off the floor and showing her feet.

You didn't expect her to come out of the bedroom like this. Even when she said she wants to try something new. But you like it nonetheless.

"My lady."

You give her a quick bow with a smile on your face.

"I'm in need of some assistance. Would you be so kind to follow me into my quarters?"

You laugh at her choice of words, but you follow after her after taking her hand.

Yuna

"Daddy!"

Yuna surprises you as she walks out of the bedroom and in your direction. With no build up at all, she is suddenly standing in front of you wearing what seems to be a makeshift school uniform.

"I failed my exam again."

"Really?"

You luckily don't need much time to adapt to Yuna's sudden roleplaying.

"Yes. I hope you aren't going to spank me again?"

Her eyes, filled with lust, tell you that that's exactly what she is hoping for.

You close the book you were reading and put it to the side. Without a word, you pat your thigh. Yuna pouts, pretending to be disappointed, but moments later, she is bent over your lap.

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Hey babe, Can you do a origin story on how the reader or Terry got obsessed with each other ? And how their relationship is going currently?

pairing: dark!terry richmond x black reader

warnings: dark themes, smut (18+), deception, power imbalance, voyerism, possessiveness, obsession, roleplay and implied noncon/dubcon fantasy elements

word count: 2K

a/n: ahhhhhhh dark terry - my favourite. i didn't wanna rehash previous fics i had done so i hope this turned out okay !

how it started:

The engine sputtered. A harsh, grating sound that sent frustration rippling through her body as she twisted the key in the ignition again. Nothing. Just the futile whine of a car refusing to cooperate.

She exhaled sharply, her grip tightening on the steering wheel. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She had places to be.

Pulling out her phone, she searched for roadside assistance, fingers tapping with growing irritation. The estimated wait time? Two hours.

"Oh kill me now!" she muttered, tossing the phone onto the passenger seat.

As if on cue, headlights appeared in her rearview mirror, illuminating the dim roadside with a golden glow. The hum of a powerful engine slowed behind her, and a familiar truck pulled up alongside her stranded vehicle.

She squinted through the window, and the tension in her shoulders eased when she recognised the driver.

Terry Richmond.

She didn’t know much about him beyond the surface-level pleasantries they had exchanged in passing. He was just… around. A neighbour? Maybe. A local? Definitely. Someone who existed on the periphery of her life, always within reach but never close enough to question.

The window rolled down, and his deep, smooth voice reached her ears. "Car trouble?"

She sighed, rubbing her forehead. "Yeah. Just my luck. Won't start, and roadside assistance is useless."

Terry nodded as if this was expected. "Pop the hood. Let me take a look."

She hesitated. She wasn’t naive—accepting help from a man, even one who seemed familiar, always came with a level of risk. But then again, what choice did she have? It wasn’t like she was going anywhere.

Flicking the lever, she watched as he stepped out of his truck. His presence alone was commanding, the way his broad shoulders flexed under his jacket, the purposeful way he moved. He propped the hood open, inspecting the engine with a practiced ease that suggested he had done this plenty of times before.

"Looks like your battery cable’s loose. Could be the alternator, too. But either way, you’re not getting far like this."

Her stomach sank. "Great. Just great."

Terry straightened, wiping his hands on a rag he had pulled from his pocket. "I’ve got tools back at my place. I can fix it up for you if you want a ride. Won’t take long."

She studied him for a beat, weighing her options. On one hand, she could sit here for hours, waiting for a tow truck that may or may not show up. On the other, she could take the offer of help from a man she had no real reason to distrust.

And maybe it was the exhaustion, or maybe it was the fact that his expression held no urgency, no pressure—just quiet assurance—but she found herself nodding.

"Alright," she relented. "Guess I owe you one."

Terry smiled, slow and knowing, as he opened the truck door for her.

"You have no idea."

The ride back to Terry’s place was quiet, but not uncharged. The soft rumble of the truck’s engine filled the space between them, but it was the glances—the way he occasionally flicked his gaze toward her, then back to the road—that made her shift slightly in her seat. The heat from the vents wrapped around her like a cocoon, lulling her into something close to comfort.

Her fingers traced the edge of her phone absentmindedly. She had texted a friend before getting in, something casual, letting them know she’d broken down and was catching a ride. No real details. Just enough to ease any lingering hesitation.

“You live far from here?” Terry asked, his voice rich, deep, filling the cabin like a slow pour of something strong.

“Not too far,” she murmured. “Few more blocks up.”

“You want me to take you straight home?”

She hesitated, just for a moment. “I—”

“You should warm up first,” he offered before she could decide, his eyes cutting to her with that unreadable gaze. “Don’t want you catching a chill sittin’ out there all that time.”

It made sense. And the way he framed it, so casual, so considerate—it was easy to say yes.

At Terry’s place, the atmosphere was warm. Almost too inviting.

The space was clean but lived-in, a mix of rugged and refined. The scent of something distinctly him clung to the air—woodsy, masculine, with a faint trace of leather and something smoky.

“You’re a cognac girl, right?”

She blinked. “Yeah… how’d you know that?”

Terry just smirked as he poured, the amber liquid catching the light. “Lucky guess.”

She didn’t question it, not when the glass was pressed into her palm, smooth and cool. The first sip burned in the best way, spreading warmth through her chest.

They talked. Not about anything particularly deep—work, the neighbourhood, the occasional grumble about bad mechanics. But it was the way he listened that drew her in. The way his focus never wavered, his eyes drinking her in as if she were the most fascinating thing in the room.

At some point, the space between them shrank. Small touches—his knuckles grazing hers when he reached for his glass, the press of his knee against hers when he shifted in his seat. Nothing overt. Nothing she could call intentional. But it was there.

“You comfortable?”

She nodded, a slow smile playing at her lips. “Yeah. I am.”

The attraction was undeniable, humming between them like an electrical current. And when he made his move—fingers trailing up her arm, his touch firm but unhurried—she didn’t resist.

The first kiss was slow, exploratory. A test, a tease, a promise of something deeper. Then it unravelled, turning into something more. More urgent. More consuming. By the time they made it to his bedroom, their clothes were a scattered path of surrender.

The way he touched her, the way he moved against her—it wasn’t the fumbling heat of a chance encounter. It was deliberate. Measured. Like he’d been waiting for this. Like he’d memorized her, studied her, known exactly how to unravel her piece by piece.

By the time they collapsed against the sheets, tangled and spent, her mind was a hazy blur. She barely registered the press of his lips against her temple, the way his hands smoothed over her skin as if grounding himself in the reality of her.

She drifted into sleep, thinking she’d just had a wild, unexpected night.

And Terry watched her, gaze heavy, unreadable.

He finally had her right where she needed to be.

The room was bathed in the dim glow of a bedside lamp. Terry leaned against the headboard, watching her sleep, his expression unreadable. She looked peaceful, oblivious to the meticulous planning that had brought her here. He reached over to the nightstand, pulling open the drawer with slow precision.

Inside lay a well-worn, leather-bound journal. He flipped through the pages, each filled with entries detailing every step, every calculated move that had led to tonight. Notes on her routines, the places she frequented, the things that made her smile. The entry from earlier that day was already taking shape in his mind.

February 23rd. The plan worked perfectly. The cable came loose just as expected, right on schedule. Her frustration was predictable. The waiting time for recovery services? Unacceptable, of course. I knew she’d take my offer. She trusts me now, even if she doesn’t realize it yet.

He glanced at her again, reaching for his Polaroid camera. The soft whir filled the silence as the picture printed, her sleeping form captured in the glow of the moonlight. Carefully, he pasted it into the journal, right beside that night’s entry. His fingers trailed over the image, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

She fits here. In my space. In my bed. Right where she belongs.

Terry exhaled, closing the journal with quiet reverence. He slid it back into the drawer and switched off the light, his possessive gaze lingering on her for a moment longer. Tomorrow, he would continue what he had started. But for now, he let himself revel in the victory of having her exactly where he wanted her.

how it's going:

Time had done nothing to dull Terry’s obsession. If anything, it had sharpened it.

She thought their relationship was normal—intense, passionate, but normal. He was protective, devoted, the kind of man who knew her better than she knew herself. She had no idea how deep it went.

He still followed her when she left the house. Still kept a record of her every move. The leather-bound journal on his nightstand had filled with more details, more polaroids—her in his bed, her at the coffee shop, her combing her hair in the bathroom. A timeline of his devotion.

She never questioned how much he watched her. If she caught him staring, she only smiled, shaking her head. "You’re always staring at me, Terry." He never denied it. Just smirked, the dark glint in his eyes unreadable. "Can’t help it, baby."

She fed his obsession without realising it. When she went out, she sent him pictures—sometimes a mirror selfie, sometimes just a glimpse of her outfit. She thought it was harmless, flirty. But to him, it was something else entirely. Proof that she belonged to him, even when she wasn’t by his side.

Then came the night everything shifted.

They were curled up on the couch, a bottle of wine half-finished between them. She was relaxed, teasing, playing with the hem of his shirt. And then, so casually, she said it.

"Let’s pretend we’re strangers."

The words settled between them, a spark to dry kindling.

She had no idea what kind of door she had just opened for him.

The bar was dimly lit, low music humming through the space. They sat at opposite ends, pretending not to know each other. She played the part well—giving him coy glances, pretending to be intrigued when he finally approached.

"Can I buy you a drink?" His voice was smooth, casual.

She tilted her head, smirking. "Depends. Are you a gentleman or trouble?"

His lips twitched. Both.

She thought it was just a game, a fun way to switch things up. But for him, it was more than that. It was reliving the thrill, the chase, the quiet power of watching her, studying her, making her fall into his orbit.

He leaned in, brushing his knuckles over her wrist. "You look familiar. Have we met before?"

She laughed, playing along. "Maybe in another life."

If only she knew how true that was.

By the time they got home, the tension had reached a breaking point. As soon as the door shut, he had her pressed against it, hands greedy, mouth claiming hers. She gasped against his lips, breath hitching as he lifted her, carrying her to the bedroom like he had that first night.

It was the same hunger, the same fevered need. As if no matter how many times he had her, it would never be enough.

When it was over, she lay sprawled across the sheets, her body limp in sleep. The moonlight cast soft shadows over her skin, her chest rising and falling in steady rhythm.

Terry sat up, reaching for the nightstand. The leather-bound journal was exactly where he left it. He flipped to the next blank page, picking up his pen.

March 2nd. She played right into my hands. Just like before. She thinks it’s a game. She thinks it’s just for fun. But this is more than a game. It’s a perfect excuse.

A reason to keep watching her. Hunting her. Even inside our own home.

He reached for his Polaroid camera, snapping a photo of her sleeping form, capturing the way she belonged to him. Carefully, he pasted it into the journal, fingers tracing over the image.

A satisfied exhale left his lips as he clicked the book shut, tucking it back into its place. He slid down beside her, curling a possessive arm around her waist, pulling her close.

She murmured something in her sleep, nestling against him. Completely unaware.

A slow, satisfied smirk tugged at his lips.

Even now, she doesn’t realise. And I’ll never let her.

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birthday wish - kuroo

tw: stepcest, virginity loss, very slight mention of food play, size, says big brother so many times srry, brief mention of panty stealing, brief mention of a cnc roleplay fantasy, creampie

word count: 3k

18+

a/n: i KNOW i'm late to kuroo's bday but i got too busy 😭 but happy birthday to my scorpio king ����🎀. this was a lovely request, so sorry it's late but i had so much fun writing it. 💗💗

older stepbro kuroo who only wants one thing from his baby sister on his birthday.

he smirks to himself when the door to his room cracks open, letting in a sliver of light from the hallway. it’s midnight now, and he’s officially one year older. he doesn’t have to turn to know it’s you walking towards him. he recognizes the patter of your feet against the hardwood floor, smells the perfume he likes most on you fill the room. his mattress dips as you sit beside him, careful not to disturb him.

“happy birthday,” you whisper. “are you awake?”

he cracks an eye open to see a light in your hands that illuminates your pretty face. a cupcake piled with pastel pink frosting and a single lit candle stemming from it.

“yeah, i’m awake,” he mumbles, turning onto his back to get a good look at you. “what’s all this?”

“it’s for your birthday, silly. quickly blow it out, though, it’s melting.”

he shifts to sit up, closely watching as you turn your gaze and flush at the realization that he’s shirtless. he'd normally tease you, but decides against it, closing his eyes for a moment to pretend he’s thinking of a wish. he already knows what he wants. you both do.

he blows the flame out quickly and you smile, pulling the candle out and dropping it in the waste basket near his bed.

“i hope you like the cupcake, there’s a whole batch of them downstairs. and i hope you don’t mind the pink frosting, it was the only color i had. it’s extra sweet, though, the way you like it.”

he likes when you ramble. you do it when you’re nervous, which you seem to be now that you’re alone with him. you haven’t let him this close to you in a while, nowadays always squirming and fidgeting and finding excuses to get away when he comes near. he was worried he’d have to hold you down like he did when you were kids, not let you up until you were ready to be sweet again, maybe make you give him a couple kisses to make it up to him. he couldn’t blame you for being skittish, though. you’re a shy thing — always have been. and since your last talk about his birthday gift, it seemed appropriate that he let you come to him.

“go on, taste it for me. tell me if it’s sweet enough.”

he obliged you, scooting closer to you on the bed and wrapping his big hand around yours, guiding it up to his mouth as he slowly bit into the small dessert. it was sensual. he held eye contact to make you squirm.

“mmm,” he hums, tracing his thumb over yours. “that’s good, baby. delicious.”

it’s true. he loves when you bake. makes him want to play house with you, envisioning himself coming home after a long day to find you in the kitchen wearing your cute little apron — he imagines bending you over the counter and fucking your brains out, or licking frosting off of your clit until you cry.

“i know you didn’t want much for your birthday, but you should at least blow out a candle on your big day.”

you haven’t quite relaxed yet, still a little twitchy as he sets the cupcake aside on his beside table and scoots even closer to you. you’re hyper aware of his shirtless body being so close to you, towering over you even while sitting down, his muscles making him feel even more intimidating. you took a breath and leaned into him, trying to calm your racing heart. if it beat any faster you were sure he’d hear it.

“don’t remind me. your big brother's getting old,”

you giggle at that. he says it every year, always complaining about how every birthday is a reminder of his "aging." he swears his birthday isn’t a big deal, that he never wants a fuss about it. this year, he encouraged your parents to take the trip they’d been planning early — he practically shoved them out the door to convince them that he really didn’t care that they’d be gone the whole week of his birthday. they finally conceded, leaving the two of you all alone — the birthday boy and the only gift he’d ever asked for.

“but really, thank you for the cupcake. it’s sweet, just how i like it.”

and before you know it he’s leaning in, cupping your face in his big hand and pressing his lips to yours. it's a sweet kiss, tastes like vanilla. it’s not unusual, either. your big brother always kisses you on the lips, even when he’s shirtless or walked into your room unannounced and found you only half-dressed. he sometimes makes you sit on his lap and press your chest against his and give him long kisses, his big hands rocking your hips back and forth until you’re all flustered and sticky down there, and then he teases you endlessly. you like the affection, though. he’s always been comforting to you, and he’s always reminded you how important it is that you two are close, that physical touch is just another way for brothers and sisters to bond. but you’ve been avoiding that closeness recently, ever since he came to your room late the other night and told you what he wants for his birthday.

he traces your bottom lip with his tongue before pulling away, leaving you breathless and flushed.

“was that the only present you have for your big brother? hm?”

his voice is lower now, sort of raspy, and you’re fighting not to whimper at the way he talks in your ear, his lips brushing against your skin. your fingers are tangled together in your lap because you feel like you have to hang onto something to ground you. your heart is pounding against your ribcage again.

“n-no, i’m… i wanna give you something else.” you can barely speak. you’re cursing yourself because you wanted to be sexy. you wanted to get this right.

“oh? what’s that?” he kisses your jaw and you gasp. your palms are against his hard chest now, and you’re stuck between bringing him closer and pushing him away. but that’s how you’ve always felt about him. torn between what feels good versus what feels right. but at this point, pleasure is winning the fight against your morals. it always has.

“my… my— don’t make me say it,” you whine, reaching forward to hide into his chest. he chuckles, wrapping his arms around you and laying back down against his pillows. you’re on top of him, face buried into his neck in embarrassment, his hands rubbing up and down your back and tangling in your hair. “gonna give you something special.” you mumble, and he lets out a soft groan.

“yeah? my baby sister’s gonna make her big brother happy? hm? look at me,” he tugs your hair so you have no choice but to gaze into his dark eyes. "you gonna let your big brother stuff you full of cock?"

you whimper, nodding your head as best you can with his firm grip on your hair. you were already wet before you came into his room, anticipating how the night would go. you'd been planning it ever since he told you it's the only thing that would make his birthday a good one. you wanted to please him, wanted to make your big brother happy. you wanted to stop feeling like a dumb little virgin who can't even get herself off properly after her big brother teases her 'til she's crying from frustration. you were sticky now, could feel your own wetness in the frilly panties you wore -- the cute little white ones that go missing from your drawer all the time. you figured he'd like you in them tonight.

"y-yeah...i'm gonna let you take my... my virginity. want you to do it, 'c-cause i love you so much." you're stuttering and stammering, blushing furiously. you hardly recognize your own voice, sounding all whiney and desperate because you want it so badly. you've never been able to put it into words, but you're forcing yourself now. you're all shaky and your heart's racing, but you feel better at the way he grunts at your words, jerking his hips up to let you feel his hard cock through his sweatpants. you gasp, and before you know it he's flipping you over, pinning you beneath him as he grinds his bulge into your crotch.

"that's it, baby," he says, his voice low. he helps you slide your sleep shorts down your legs and throws them somewhere behind him, gazing down at your cute little panties. the only light in the room is from the hallway, but it's enough to see the way the fabric clings to the wetness of your pussy, and the sight of your bare breasts when he pushes your camisole up. "tell me you wanna be full. tell me you want your brother's big cock to stretch you out."

he slides his own sweatpants down, revealing his full length to you. it's so big you gasp, shyly reaching out to run your much smaller hand up and down it gently, making him throw his head back with a low moan. you can feel the individual veins running along it, and the way his fat tip bulges out and leaks precum. you're all teary-eyed now, worked up and squirming because you're getting nervous. but you say the words anyway because you want him to give it to you, you wanna take him all and make him proud.

"w-want my brother's big cock to— to fill me up," he grips your hand in his and makes you run the length over your clothed pussy. "oh, feels so big. 's not gonna fit." you whine as the tip softly prods at your much smaller entrance through your soaked panties.

“don’t worry, little one, i'm gonna make it fit.”

he pushes your panties to the side and uses his thumb to play with your pussy, smearing your wetness around and giving your clit a gentle rub. you buck your hips up involuntarily to meet the stimulation.

“always wanted to push your panties to the side and make you take me whole, bratty girl always walking around in short skirts and cuddling up next to me,” he breathes, now dipping his thumb into your entrance. even that’s an adjustment for you, and he groans as you whine and squirm at the intrusion. “but, oh, baby, you’d hate me if i did that. i’d have to hold your face down to keep people from hearing your screams. or maybe just choke you really hard.”

you shake your head, pouting up at him.

“no, don't say that. could never hate you, i love you.” you cry, not really registering what he was telling you. he replaces his thumb with his pointer finger, thrusting it a couple times before adding his middle. you’re gasping, spreading your legs a little wider as he curls them inside you. he reaches deeper than you ever have with your own.

“you can hardly take my fingers, baby. if i held you down on my big cock and fucked you the way i want to, you’d never be able to look at me again.”

you still think he’s wrong, but you’re in no position to argue. you’re lightheaded at the way his fingers are pumping into you, the heel of his hand repeatedly bumping against your throbbing clit. it’s messy, and you’d cringe at the sound of your pussy gushing every time he sinks back into you if it weren’t for how good it feels. you feel an orgasm building, slowly started to burn through you as you moan.

“i-i’m gonna— i’m gonna cum,” you breathe. “don’t stop, please.” his lips are on yours as soon as you get the words out, his tongue sliding into your mouth and tangling with yours. it’s enough to push you over the edge, cumming around his fingers with a squeak. he helps you ride it out, moaning into your mouth as you clamp down on his fingers before he pulls them out. you’re breathless, only half-aware as he breaks the kiss and smears your essence all over the crotch of your panties before sliding them off you and tossing them to the side. you’re not aware of it in the moment, but you’re never getting them back. you’re not aware of anything, actually, still recovering from your climax. you’ve never been able to release like that on your own, always crying out of sheer frustration because you can’t get yourself to that point. shame was the only thing keeping you from knocking on your brother’s door late at night and asking for help — he’d never let you live it down.

“that’s it, baby, breathe. feel good?” he chuckles as you only nod, still a little twitchy in the aftermath. “good, baby, i want you to feel good. this next part is gonna hurt, okay? so just relax for me,” he says softly. he grips your legs and pulls you closer to him, spreading them a little wider and lining himself up.

"ready?" he asks, and you nod. you can’t imagine anything ruining the blissful state you’re in right now, but the stretch that comes from his fat tip nudging itself into your entrance brings you back to reality. he pushes in slowly, carefully watching your face for signs of distress as he fills you. he can feel your walls clamping down on him and it makes him dizzy, even more so when he meets a little resistance.

“here we go, baby. big stretch, that’s it,” he grunts, bringing his hand to the side of your face. he can feel the tears slipping past your eyes, sees the way your mouth drops open in a silent scream as he pushes deeper into you. your gasping, panting as you try to adjust to his size. he’s as gentle as he can be, but he feels the sweat running down his back as he fights the urge to drive himself in to the hilt. it’s better than he imagined, warmer and tighter than he ever thought possible. and your watery eyes gazing up at him, your arched back and trembling legs and small hands kept cutely to yourself, they all make it so much better. your innocence is laid out before him, and he’s destroying it with his bare hands.

“i’m almost all the way in, baby. you’re doing so well for me, taking your brother’s big cock so well.”

you both gasp at the way you clamp down around him, his body shuddering and almost collapsing on top of you. he almost feels like a virgin himself, feeling like he could shoot a full load of cum into you before he’s even started thrusting.

“j-just push it in— ah, s-so big, wanna take it all." you whine. fuck, he thinks, you're perfect. before he can really think about it too much, he's thrusting his hips forward, burying his length inside you to the hilt. you both gasp at the feeling, and you almost scream when he pushes down on your tummy to feel how deep he is.

"oh, fuck, baby. you feel me right here?" he presses his big hand down on the bulge again and you think you might faint. the stretch still stings and the depth of him still aches, but there's pleasure in it. "'m gonna get you used to it, baby. gonna break you in, keep you cockwarming me every day from now on. never wanna leave this pussy."

you nod along dumbly because you want it, too. never wanna go without his cock again. wanna be a good little sister and take it forever.

he gives you a slow, experimental thrust that makes your eyes roll back, then another. it's still not a perfect fit, but you're getting there. the dull pleasure starts to grow with each slow roll of his hips into you, and before you know it you're weakly mumbling for him to go faster. you hear him chuckle, but you don't care. all you can focus on is the way he curves upward inside you, his cockhead nudging the spot that makes you whine every time he thrusts into you. you think about his big cock leaking precum against it, against your womb, and you feel dizzy.

"f-faster, please... i can take it."

he obliges, less concerned for how it might hurt you and more concerned about how he's going to keep from cumming early. you've got such a tight grip on him, he's in heaven. he's already thinking of round two — maybe he'll make you ride him, or he'll bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you from behind. he wants you in every position. he wants to fuck you in your own bed, on those pretty pink sheets, and maybe he'll make you hold your teddy bear while he stuffs you full. he'll make you tell him to stop, that you don't want it, that big brothers shouldn't touch their little sisters down there. you'd do it, because you love him so much. you like what he likes. you do what he tells you — you always have.

he's nearing his end just thinking about it, sweat running down his abs and his temples. he's pounding into you now, and you're starting to sound like a squeaky toy, high-pitched noises escaping every time he pumps into you. he can tell you're getting close.

"h-hurts," you choke out, and he almost stops. "hurts but it feels s-so good. i'm gonna— oh, i feel like i'm gonna cum. i'm gonna cum again."

his thumb finds your clit, massaging circles into it to get you there faster. he can't hold out much longer, so he's relieved when your back arches and your legs start to tremble again. and the grip on his cock gets impossibly tight around him, sending his own release crashing through him. he cums with a groan, quickly pinning your thighs against you to fold you into a mating press. you're crying and gasping and babbling about how much you love him as he empties his load into you, and he can't think of a better way to kick off his birthday than with his baby sister thanking him for taking her virginity.