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Greece with a Side of Murphyâs Law
Alessia Russo x Reader
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Alessia had poured herself into planning this trip, hoping for a dream holiday in the sun-soaked beaches of Greece, where she and Y/N could finally unwind from their busy schedules. But things took a bad turn as soon as they stepped into the airport.
They were running lateâvery late.
âLess, come on! Weâre going to miss our flight!â Y/N called over her shoulder, passport clutched in her hand as she power-walked to the security line. Alessia rushed behind, arms loaded with bags, almost tripping over her own feet.
âWeâll make it! I swear!â Alessia gasped, but as they neared the gate, dread washed over her.
The gate was closed.
They watched helplessly through the glass as their plane began to pull away from the terminal. Alessia dropped her bags and slumped onto a seat.
âNo, no, no,â she muttered, eyes wide as if sheer disbelief might change the situation. âI booked this months ago.â
Y/N settled next to her, nudging her gently. âItâs okay, Less. This happensâŠright?â
After hours of rescheduling and waiting for a new flight, they finally boarded. Alessia fell asleep before the plane even left the ground, exhaustion from the morningâs disaster finally catching up to her. Y/N, on the other hand, couldnât help but stare at the ceiling, wondering if this was a foreshadowing of the trip to come.
They arrived in Greece after a bumpy flight, the hot air blasting them as they stepped out of the airport and into the sun-drenched chaos of Athens. Alessia fished out her confirmation email and gave Y/N a confident nod.
âAlright, nothing but smooth sailing from here,â she declared.
âSure, Captain,â Y/N teased, grabbing her hand. âLead the way.â
They arrived at the hotel, bags in hand, ready to finally drop everything and relax. Alessia approached the check-in desk, confident and beaming.
âHi, checking in under Russo,â she said, sliding over her ID with a winning smile. âAlessia Russo.â
The receptionist scanned the screen, frowning slightly. âHmm⊠I see your reservation, Ms. Russo, but it looks like itâs not for this property. Itâs for our branch in Lisbon.â
Alessia blinked, her face going pale. âLisbon? Lisbon inâŠPortugal?â
The receptionist nodded, tapping at the keyboard. âYes, unfortunately. It seems this booking is for our Portuguese location.â
Y/N covered her mouth, looking at Alessia with wide eyes. Alessia was at a complete loss, staring at the receptionist as if sheâd just told her sheâd booked a hotel on the moon.
âWell, can weâŠmaybe book a room here?â Alessia asked, her voice almost pleading.
The receptionist checked. âWe do have one room left, but itâs a standard double, not quite the ocean-view suite you booked in PortugalâŠâ
âThatâs fine! Weâll take it.â Alessia handed over her card, trying to save face. Y/N squeezed her hand, clearly trying not to laugh.
Once they finally made it to their room, Alessia tossed her bags onto the floor and collapsed onto the bed.
âNot exactly the suite I planned,â she muttered, cheeks red.
âItâs fine, Less. A bedâs a bed,â Y/N replied, flopping down beside her.
They decided to unpack a little to settle in, hoping things would start looking up. But as Y/N opened her suitcase, a frown crossed her face.
âUhâŠLess?â she began slowly, pulling out a pair of trousers that were definitely not hers. âWhy does my suitcase have someone elseâs clothes?â
Alessia whipped around, staring at the suitcase in horror. âNo. No way.â
As they dug through the bags, they discovered that neither of them had the right suitcase. Instead of swimsuits, sandals, and summer clothes, they had a random assortment of business suits, formal shoes, and a toiletry bag with initials that were definitely not theirs.
âWeâŠgrabbed the wrong suitcases.â Y/N held up a shirt with a defeated sigh.
âOh my god.â Alessia sank to her knees. âHow could this get any worse?â
She felt around for her phone, hoping to call the airport. But her phone was missing. She looked up at Y/N, whose face was turning pale.
âWhereâs your phone?â Alessia asked, panic creeping into her voice.
Y/Nâs hand shot to her empty pocket, and a horrifying realization dawned on her. âThe taxiâŠâ
Both of their phones were still sitting in the back seat of the taxi theyâd taken from the airport.
âSoâŠwe have no clothes, no phones, and weâre in the wrong hotel,â Y/N summarized, trying to keep a straight face. She looked at Alessia, who was wide-eyed, and burst out laughing. âThis is turning into the best holiday ever.â
Alessia buried her face in her hands, groaning, âI wanted to give you the perfect trip, and now weâre living in a sitcom.â
Y/N wrapped her arms around Alessia, pulling her close. âItâs perfect because Iâm here with you,â she teased, pressing a soft kiss to Alessiaâs temple. âBesides, weâll laugh about this one day, right?â
Alessia couldnât help but chuckle, finally leaning into Y/Nâs embrace. âOnly if we survive this.â
Alessia paced around the small hotel room, biting her lip as she surveyed the disaster around them: unfamiliar business attire spilling out of the wrong suitcases, the single hotel bed that wasnât quite the dreamy suite sheâd imagined, and their lack of phones.
âOkay, we need a plan,â Alessia muttered. âWe canât just sit here doing nothing.â
Y/N, sprawled across the bed with an exasperated look, held up the hotel room phone. âWe could try calling someone?â
âLike who? Everyoneâs away on their own little trips,â Alessia replied, but a small glint of hope flickered in her eyes.
âWhat about Katie?â Y/N suggested. âi think she said something about taking Cait to greece during the break, and Iâm sure sheâd love the excuse to make fun of us for this.â
With a smirk, Alessia took the phone and dialed the number she knew by heart. After a few rings, a familiar voice crackled on the other end.
âHello?â came Katieâs slightly groggy voice.
âKatie, itâs Alessia,â she said, her voice a mix of desperation and relief.
âLess? Where the hell are you calling from?â Katieâs voice perked up, clearly curious.
âLong story short, we missed our flight, weâre in the wrong country, and we have someone elseâs suitcases. Oh, and our phones are somewhere in a taxi. We need help,â Alessia admitted, holding back laughter at how ridiculous it sounded all put together.
The silence on the other end lasted for a second, and then came a loud burst of laughter.
âOh my god, you two! Only you could turn a holiday into the plot of a rom-com!â Katie laughed. âAlright, Iâm coming to get you. What hotel are you at?â
Alessia fumbled with the keycard and relayed the name of the place, barely managing to pronounce it through her nervous giggles. âWeâreâŠat some budget hotel, Katie. Itâs not what I had planned, trust me.â
âI bet itâs not. But hey, look on the bright side,â Katie teased, âat least you two are safe and sound, right? And now we can finally go on that double date you guys have been avoidingâ
Katie promised to sort everything out,for the price of an all expenses paid boujie double dinner date, and after an hour of waiting and a few more laughs, Alessia and Y/N spotted her at the hotel entrance, an unmistakable smirk on her face as she spotted them.
âAlright, you two clowns, hop in,â she said, patting the hood of her rented car. âAnd letâs salvage whateverâs left of this holiday.â
As they piled into the car, Katie handed them each a phone sheâd picked up from a nearby shop. âPrepaid. Just in case you two lose them again,â she said with a wink.
They made a quick detour to grab clothes and essentials from a local store, Katie playfully holding up outrageous outfits to make them laugh.
As they finally arrived at a beach resort sheâd booked last-minute, Katie sighed, grinning at the relieved looks on their faces. âSee? Nothing a bit of Irish luck canât fix. Now go relax.â
Alessia and Y/N wrapped her in a grateful hug, unable to contain their laughter. Katie smirked, pretending to brush them off, but the warmth in her eyes gave her away.
âGo on, enjoy your holiday, you goofs,â she said with a chuckle.
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the telescope adventures continue
#this was jupiter a little over an hour ago!#i think u can just barely see the great red spot right underneath the center of the lower ring/belt but I'm not 100% sure#but I think I identified the moons correctly#I wasn't gonna take any pics tonight but then I thought the positions of the moons was funny and I wanted to show my mom lol#I wanna get a better scope already but unfortunately I simply don't have the money for it right now shgjsdgh#and I still get awestruck every time I find jupiter and put my eye up to the eyepiece and see all the moons so rly there's no need to rush#just seeing everything with your own eyes is insane enough already#I was out there for a while tonight and it was kinda funny to notice some of the moons had actually moved#like at first ganymede and io were perfectly mirroring callisto and europa in their positions#like. it looked like i was just seeing double of one pair of the moons#but then as u see in the pic above they moved so ganymede and io were a bit closer to each other than io and europa were#ANYWAYYY
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ANIMAL INSTINCT
PAIRING: logan howlett x vampire mutant!female reader
RATING: explicit | WORD COUNT: 2.3k
SUMMARY:
after helping you out by letting you feed from him, logan asks you to return the favor.
part two of bloodthirsty
AUTHORâS NOTE:
thank you for all the love on bloodthirsty! hereâs a nice and smutty second part. big thank you to @guiltyasdave for reading this over for me đ
TAGS/WARNINGS:
explicit sexual content (18+ mdni), x-men (2000) logan howlett, able bodied reader, vampire mutant!reader, no use of y/n, single POV - reader, primal play (chase/capture), gratuitous use of growling/roaring, light fighting, mentions of blood, biting, rough sex, semi-public sex (in the woods), oral - f receiving, unprotected p in v, multiple orgasms, creampie, dirty talk, blade play (the claws come out).
Logan finds you in an empty hallway one afternoon, about two weeks after your encounter in the kitchen. You made the mistake of making eye contact, leaving you unable to turn and pretend you didn't see him like you've been doing since that night.Â
"You avoiding me or something?" he says, hint of a smile on his lips.Â
"No," you reply quickly. "What makes you think that?"
"Haven't seen you around much lately."
"Just busy."
"Right." He looks away for a moment, hands on his hips. "Look, I got a proposition for you."
"I don't--"
"I got this issue--," he continues, ignoring your response "--where it gets to be too much, you know? And I helped you out so--"
"What are you talking about?" you interrupt.
His voice drops a bit lower. "We're predators, right? And I don't know about you but sometimes my prey drive can be...too much, if you catch my drift."
"Okay..."
"And I got two words for you - quid pro quo."
You blink at him. "Logan, that's three words."
"I thought pro quo was one word."
"Why would you think that?"
"We're getting off topic," he says, waving his hands. âThink you can help a guy out?"
"Help you...how, exactly?"
You agree to meet Logan at the edge of the dense forest that surrounds the X Mansion at nightfall and as you walk through the grounds blanketed in darkness, your senses begin to feel more alive. Anticipation courses through you and the further you venture from the mansion, the darker the night becomes.
Logan is already there when you arrive, tension rolling off of him in waves. He gives you a tight smile.
"Took you long enough," he says. You roll your eyes.
"I'm still here, aren't I?" You gesture to the forest. "So, what now?"
"You run," Logan replies. "I hunt."
The deep timbre of his voice sends a shiver down your spine. What he's asking for goes against your nature but some deep part of you is eager to please.Â
You take off through the trees, running as fast as your legs will carry you across the soft forest floor. With your enhanced speed, it's not long before you're miles from the manicured mansion grounds, surrounded by gnarled roots and a thick canopy of leaves that blocks nearly all light from the moon.
You slow to a stop, catching your breath. The snap of a branch is the only warning you get before Logan's heavy weight barrels into you, sending you both tumbling to the ground with him coming out on top, smiling down at you, a wild glint to his eyes.
"Gotta do better than that, bub," he says. He stands up, holding a hand out to help you to your feet. "I'll give you a head start this time."
"I don't need a head start," you grumble. "I'm faster than you."
He laughs. "We'll see about that."
You start running, his laughter ringing in your ears. Your path is less direct this time, weaving through the trees and doubling back to leave your scent in more places and crossing a small creek with the hopes that the running water helps to cover your tracks. You grow comfortable enough in your lead that you begin to slow down, keeping yourself attuned to the sounds of the forest and any changes that might indicate Logan has found you.
The trees break into a vast clearing, tall grass swaying in the breeze. Moonlight trickles past the branches, stripes of faint light illuminating the floor. You take a moment to appreciate the tranquility of it, but the calm is short lived when you catch movement at the corner of your eye.
Logan steps through the trees. He's removed his shirt, thick muscle glimmering with sweat, his chest heaving with labored breath. Your mouth goes dry at the sight and for a moment you really do understand what it's like to be prey, faced with something so deadly it's almost hypnotizing, impossible to look away even when youâre in danger. He stalks closer and you feel frozen in place, unable to move a muscle.
"Found you," he growls.Â
Your survival instinct kicks into gear and you attempt to run away, sprinting across the glade with renewed vigor. If you can make it back into the forest you know you could shake him loose again, but staying in the clearing makes you a clear target.Â
Logan roars, the sound loud enough to shake the branches of nearby trees. You risk a glance over your shoulder and are met with the sight of the man on all fours, running towards you with single minded determination. He rapidly closes the distance with impressive speed, wrapping his arms around you and taking you down to the ground for the second time that night.
You grapple with him, landing a kick to his chest that gives you the chance to crawl out from beneath him. He reaches a hand out for your ankle and drags you back toward him, using his weight to hold you in place. You wiggle an arm free and strike at his face, though he dodges and your fingernails scrape against his neck, leaving red gashes in their wake that heal in the blink of an eye. He pins your arm to the ground above your head.
"No more runninâ,â he says, a command that shoots straight to your core. You know heâs not talking about just tonight, but rather how youâve been avoiding him.Â
But how were you supposed to face him when the only thoughts you had of him since then were about how sweet he tasted, how good he felt, how much you wanted more, more, more that you couldnât possibly ask him to give?
Your inner turmoil is lost when his lips slam against yours in a kiss thatâs hot and hungry, stealing your breath with its ferociousness. His teeth sink into your bottom lip and you gasp at the sharp sting of pain that lights up your nerves. Thereâs nothing gentle about it, but youâre not gentle creatures and the beasts that pace and snarl beneath your ribcage have finally broken free.
Logan breaks the kiss to stare down at you with wild eyes. Blood, your blood, stains his lips and his tongue darts out to lick it away with a satisfied hum. He leans in close, burying his face in your neck, inhaling deeply, mouth open against your skin with the threat of sharp teeth over your racing pulse.
âCanât hide it,â he says. âNot when I can smell it on you, sweetheart.â
âSmell what?âÂ
âHow much you want it.â He nips at the juncture between your neck and shoulder, making you hiss. âHow much you want me.â
Heavy hands find the hem of your shirt, shoving it up your chest until itâs bunched beneath your armpits. He pulls down your bra to expose your breasts and your nipples tighten at the sudden burst of cold air against your skin but his mouth is on you in an instant, warm tongue tracing the taut buds. Your back arches at the sensation and you dig your fingers into his thick hair, pulling at the strands. He hums with pleasure as he switches to your other breast, giving it the same maddening attention.
His palm slides down your belly, fingers dipping beneath the elastic of your leggings and finding your needy center, swirling through the mess youâve already made in your underwear. You can feel the smug grin on Loganâs face before he even lifts his head to look at you.
âThatâs what I thought.â He withdraws his hand, holding it up to his face. In the moonlight you catch a glimpse of the strands of slick stretching between his index and middle finger before he sticks them in his mouth with a groan, licking them clean. âFuck, you taste better than I imagined.â
The metallic sound of his claws unsheathing reaches your ears and your pulse jumps as he drags the blunt side of a single blade up the inside of your thigh. The tip catches on the fabric covering your pussy and with one quick move of his wrist he slices through your pants. His claw disappears and he reaches down with both hands to tear the fabric further.
Logan settles on his belly with his head between your thighs, your legs propped up on his broad shoulders. He kisses your pussy over the soaked fabric of your underwear but
spares you any further teasing, grabbing your panties in a tight fist and pulling roughly until the elastic snaps against your skin and he holds the torn fabric in his fist. He tosses them aside and buries his face in your cunt, devouring you like a man on a mission. His tongue alternates circling your sensitive clit and dipping into your dripping entrance, expertly tracing every inch of you. Youâre so lost to the pleasure that you donât notice him getting to his knees until heâs lifting your hips, hands gripping your ass tightly to keep your lower body suspended in the air and his mouth sealed to your cunt.
âFuck!â you cry out, muscles growing tense as your orgasm builds. It hits you like a tidal wave, coursing through your veins as you shout his name like a prayer. His hold remains tight as he works you through it until you grow boneless in the aftermath.
He lowers you slowly back to the ground and you fight to catch your breath while he quickly removes his belt and shoves his jeans down enough to free his cock. You watch him take himself in hand, a brief slide of his fist over his impressive length before he runs the glistening head through your sensitive folds, bumping your clit and making you shiver.
Loganâs gaze remains fixed to yours as he presses forward, breaching your tight entrance. Your body accepts him greedily, the slight sting and stretch barely a thought when all you can focus on is how full he makes you feel.
His lips find yours for a messy kiss while he begins to thrust, a slow drag of his cock from your body followed by a sharp snap of his hips that punches the air from your lungs. You cling to his shoulders, clawing at his skin. The scent of his blood invades your senses and your teeth begin to ache at the memory of his taste.Â
Your teeth catch on his lip and he hisses but doesnât pull away. Copper blooms across your taste buds and you canât help the desperate moan that escapes into the kiss.
âCome on, baby,â Logan says. âTake a bite.â
You rest a palm on the back of his head, urging him closer, lifting your head and kissing his neck, licking the salty taste of him from over his fluttering pulse. You open your mouth, sinking your teeth into skin and muscle and vein until warm blood spills into your mouth. The combination of his blood on your tongue and his cock spreading you open sends you over the edge.
Above you, Logan growls, a deep rumble you can feel down to your marrow, some ancient part of you preening with excitement. He holds himself still as you clench around him. Your orgasm slowly subsides and you find the strength to unclench your tense jaw from his neck, gently licking at the blood that spills from the deep impressions of your teeth.
Logan sits up, cock slipping from your body and leaving you achingly empty. His hands grip your hips, forcefully turning your lax body over and hiking your ass into the air. He spreads your cheeks and the vulnerable position has your whole body growing hot.
âHope you didnât think we were done,â he tells you as he positions himself behind you, thrusting his length back into your body and setting a brutal pace that has you crying out into the night.Â
One hand holds your hip with bruising force while the other settles on your shoulder, pulling you into every delicious snap of his hips. Your mind goes blissfully blank with the overwhelming pleasure building up inside of you for the third time.
He folds forward, his chest pressed to your back and his pace growing sloppy as he nears his own release. A hand curls around yours, a moment of intimacy that leaves you reeling.
Logan roars, hips slamming into a final time, dragging your last orgasm from you as his cock pulses with his release inside of you. A sharp pain on your hip makes you gasp and you notice his claws have extended from the hand wrapped around yours, sinking into the dirt.
âShit,â he pants, sitting up after a moment. The loss of his heat makes you shiver. âI nicked you.â
You slowly move yourself into a seated position, muscles feeling like jelly, and inspect the area that the pain came from. Your leggings have a new slice in the fabric and the material is sticky with blood but to your surprise, thereâs no wound to be found.
âYou heal that quick?â Logan asks. You shake your head.
âNot usually.â You run your fingers over smooth skin. âMust have been your blood.â
âYou think so?â
You shrug. âJust a guess. Never fed from someone with advanced healing factor.â
âYou sayinâ Iâm your first?â he asks with a smirk. You canât help the laugh that escapes and his smirk stretches into a grin. Logan stands, fixing his pants and holding a hand out to help you up.Â
âHow am I supposed to get back into the mansion like this?â you ask, gesturing to your destroyed leggings.Â
âGuess I didnât think that through,â he admits. âGive me a few minutes and I can be back with some new clothes.â
âHow are you going to get into my room?â
He turns to look at you, continuing to walk backwards.
âIâm a man of many talents.â
With a wink, he disappears through the trees. You sigh.
What have you gotten yourself into?
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Ovulation
G!P Natasha Romanoff x Fem Reader
Warnings: 18+ content, masturbating, oral sex (R and Natasha receiving), finger sucking, dry humping, fingering, unprotected sex (P in V), overstimulation
Summary: You're ovulating while on a mission, causing you to be uncomfortably aroused. Luckily, the agent with you is more than eager to help you out...
WC: 4.1k
The motel was just like any other â grey, dusty and lit only by dim off-white. You would only be here for a night and when you pressed your hand against the cold metal of the radiator, you were glad. You debated whether or not you ask the receptionist about it but keeping your head low was key when travelling on an undercover mission. The more questions you asked and the more times your face was seen and captured by CCTV, the greater the risks. You decided against it.
You inspected the bedroom, following safety procedures which included searching for signs of any electronic devices but luckily, there were none. The bed was a small double with beige, striped sheets that were thinner than you wouldâve liked. The back wall was taken up entirely by a sturdy, wooden cupboard that matched the tawny-brown, bedside tables covered in dust. You switched on the lamp and ran your hand over the mattress, noting that you would need to wear thick layers of clothing to bed. You assumed the other bedroom was the same but didnât bother checking. The other agent could do that.
You sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing your forehead with the palm of your hand. One of the things you hated most about being a woman and a spy was the problems it caused when it conflicted with your cycle. Missions on your period were uncomfortable, draining and painful. Ovulation week was also a mess; you had no way of dealing with the surge of hormones it triggered while on a mission. You made a mental note to take a cold shower after the other agent arrived.Â
You read over the intel for the upcoming mission while you waited for them, straining your ears for the door. It was a complicated mission; you had to infiltrate the base of a growing terrorist organisation and hack into their systems to gather as much information about them as you could. S.H.I.E.L.D. knew scarily little about the organisation so you were going in almost blind â anything could happen.Â
The plan was for two agents, including you, to blend in as one of the terrorists to get into the base. You were unaware of the identity of the agent you were paired with. You were curious to know if they were someone youâd worked with before or a complete stranger. You assumed the latter â you were still young and hadnât been assigned to many difficult missions yet. You tightened your arms around yourself, shivering as the light outside the window was sucked from the sky, the moon blocked out by an array of dark, restless clouds.Â
âYou look cold.â You jumped and leapt on your feet, spinning around to see a woman standing behind you. Her face was painted with a smirk and she looked at you with her hands on her hips, her jade eyes travelling up and down your body. You swallowed. How did you not hear her come in? S.H.I.E.L.D. werenât exaggerating when they said she was the very best they had at espionage. You didnât realise you were staring at her until she brought you out of your thoughts, âCat got your tongue?â
âUh, sorry,â you said, clearing your throat, âYeah, I am. East Europe is always freezing at this time of year.â You could feel sweat trickling down your neck. Not only were you ovulating on a mission but you were stuck with an extremely attractive woman during it. You were so fucked.Â
âMm, it is,â she said, stepping towards you and offering out her hand. You noticed the electrified branches of azure and emerald running down her arms up to her fingers, pushing up against the skin, your heart thundering against your ribcage. You quickly pulled yourself out of your trance. You were a spy for goodness sake, not the nervous wreck or helpless whore your elevated levels of estrogen were making you feel like. You shook her hand.
âItâs nice to meet you,â you said, âIâm Agent Y/l/n.â You pulled your hand away from hers before she could pick up on your clammy palms but unbeknownst to you, sheâd already felt them.Â
âI know,â she said, âIâm Agent Romanoff but to you, itâs Natasha.â You could feel your breath hitch in your throat. Natasha. You could already imagine how those three, pretty syllables would feel falling off your tongue.Â
You dismissed your dirty thoughts immediately, feeling ashamed of yourself. She was a stranger and your teammate; you seriously needed to pull yourself together. She nodded to the file in your hand, âI see youâre already prepared for the mission.â
âI was just double-checking all the details,â you said. The tight, black shirt and jeans she was wearing hugged her in all the right places, her sculpted arms in full view to you. She must take her training seriously, you thought, I wonder how often she goes to the gym.
âGood,â she said, dropping her bag on the floor, âI already know Iâll enjoy working with you.â You placed your hands behind your back so she couldnât see your fidgeting fingers. Your gaze fell onto the bag and you frowned.
âOh, were you planning on sleeping in here?â You said, âIâll move to the other room then.â She held her arm in front of you as you stepped towards the door.Â
âThere isnât another room.â You felt your heart drop. You realised the other door must be to the bathroom. You couldnât imagine how your situation could get any worse, âAre you unhappy with that arrangement?â
âNo, not at all,â you lied, âI just didnât expect it, thatâs all.â You swallowed, hard. You started moving towards the door, âIâm going to take a shower,â you mumbled, not waiting for her answer. You fumbled with the handle, cursing under your breath and slammed the door shut behind you.Â
You didnât waste any time taking off your clothes and turning on the shower, sighing as the cold droplets collided with your burning skin. The water only offered you a few moments of relief, however. The more you thought about the redhead and how close youâd be together that night, the more you fed the raging arousal between your legs. It became clear that there was only one way you were going to calm yourself down.
You covered your hand with your mouth as you touched yourself, your mind overwhelmed by images of Natasha. It didnât take long for you to reach your climax and you were certain that the sound of the shower and your hand had muffled out all your moans. You cleaned yourself before stepping out, drying yourself with a towel and getting dressed, praying that your body would be satisfied for the night. When you returned to the bedroom, Natasha was on the bed facing you, resting a pillow on her lap.
âYouâre even prettier in real life than you are in your pictures,â she said, the unexpected compliment drowning you in butterflies. You noticed that her cheeks were flushed a bright red and her breaths seemed more laboured than before.Â
âReally?â you said in disbelief. You had never seen yourself as unattractive but you didnât think you were anything special either. You were nothing compared to the Goddess in front of you, that was for sure. She chuckled.
âYouâre a humble one,â she mused, âHow cute.â You couldnât quite believe her words. Natasha thought you, of all people, were humble? You searched the room, looking for any kind of escape from the conversation and spotted a clock hung above the bed.
âItâs getting late,â you said, trying to hide your stutter, âIâll sleep on the floor.â You knew it would be uncomfortable but anything was better than being next to Natasha. Youâd slept in awkward places before so youâd just have to deal with it.
âNo you wonât,â she said, shuffling to the other side of the bed and lifting the sheets, âThereâs room for both of us, see?â The amount of room wasnât the problem â it was the proxemics between you and the internal chaos your body was experiencing. How were you supposed to explain that to Natasha though? You noticed the moment your eyes fell on her that her autonomy wasnât the same as yours so she wouldnât understand your dilemma.
âUh, okay,â you said, knowing you had no choice. You never sounded nervous or vulnerable, not even with your close family and friends. If embarrassment was a type of poison, youâd have collapsed in agony by now. You climbed into bed beside Natasha, turning your back to her. You were reminded of how small the bed was when you shifted slightly and felt her hand brush against the small of your back. You took a deep breath. You were in for a long night.Â
She switched off the bedside lamp and to your horror, you could hear her unbutton her jeans and discard them on the floor. It was almost as if she was doing it on purpose. You tensed your muscles, forcing yourself to stay as still as humanely possible so there was less chance of you accidentally making contact with each other again.
âThatâs better,â she mumbled and you felt her leg against yours as she adjusted her position to make herself more comfortable. You didnât know how long it took for you to fall asleep with her body so close to yours, her breath creating goosebumps along every part of your skin that it hit. Unfortunately, you found out the hard way that your head was the worst place to escape to you in your current state.Â
You woke up, gasping and blinded by the darkness around you. You pushed yourself up, feeling the slick on your thighs from the filthy dream you had just experienced. Natashaâs head had been buried between your thighs and you had been an absolute mess beneath her. You could honestly die from humiliation â how could your mind conjure up something so vile while you were sleeping next to her? As you were about to move off the bed and sprint into the bathroom, a light was switched on and you felt a hand tighten around your wrist.Â
âWhere do you think youâre going?â Natasha said, a dark rasp accompanying her words, âYou are not going into the bathroom to fuck yourself again.â Your eyes widened and you felt a tide of heat rush to your cheeks. Sheâd heard you.Â
âIâm so sorry,â you said, âI shouldnât have, it was really inappropriate of meâŠâ She silenced you by straddling your hips, trapping you beneath her on the bed. Before you could react, you were distracted by the feeling of something hard against your stomach. You looked down to see Natasha in only her boxers, the bulge pressing against your abdomen straining in its confines. Your jaw dropped. It had never even occurred to you that there was a chance sheâd want you too.
âI was going to let you make the first move,â she said, âBut you took too long.â From how the other agents described you, she had been so sure your boldness and confidence wouldâve caused you to spring onto her immediately. She was annoyed that sheâd had to listen to you pleasure yourself in the shower without her but at the same time, Natasha loved that her presence had changed your demeanour so much.Â
You gulped and looked up into her eyes, seeing that her iris had shrunk into a thin line around her blown pupils. You drunk in the sight of her on top of you, placing your hands on top of her bare, supple thighs, her skin like velvet beneath you.Â
âFuck,â you breathed. She tilted up your chin, running her thumb over your bottom lip, wanting a better view of you.
âTsk tsk. Such a dirty mouth.â You knew you shouldnât be letting her walk all over you but you were enjoying it more than you wanted to admit. She lifted herself off your body so she could move her other hand to the waistband of your trousers. She hooked a finger underneath the material, âCan I?â You nodded and she dug her nails into your chin, âI want to hear you say it.â You werenât used to this power dynamic â you were always the more dominant one.Â
âYes,â you said, âYou can. Please.â She grinned at your obedience and slipped her hand into your pants, feeling you drip onto her fingertips. She groaned.
âOh God, youâre so wet already,â she said, âI could stuff you with my cock right now if I wanted to.â She removed her hand from your underwear and brought it to your mouth, pushing her fingers past your lips. You sucked her digits hungrily, tasting yourself on your tongue. The sight only drove Natasha even crazier but she also felt a pang of envy, wishing it was her cock in your mouth instead. You felt so good around her fingers.
After pulling her digits out of your mouth, she lowered herself onto your body and she didnât hesitate to connect her lips with yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your veins. Her lips moulded against yours perfectly and you moved in sync with her, your kisses becoming more and more desperate. She could taste your sweetness as she kissed you and she forced herself to forget about breathing, not wanting to pull away for even a second. Her hands cupped your face and you reached up to tangle yours in her hair, her lips staining yours with garnet lust.Â
You pulled her even closer against your chest, your mind a buzz of her and her only. You let her tongue slide between your teeth when you felt it press against your bottom lip, making no effort to fight against it with your own. She swallowed your whines, her crotch grinding against your thigh. You had never hooked up with anyone before; you werenât that kind of person. But you were willing to break all your rules for Natasha and give every part of you to her without hesitation.Â
Her mouth moved to your jawline, littering your face with kisses, her hands trailing down your arms. You shivered under her feather-light touch, gasping as her teeth sunk into your neck, intending to leave a bruise that everyone else would see. She tugged at the hem of your shirt.
âTake it off,â she said. She leaned back to give you space to pull it over your head and unhook your bra before she pounced on you like an animal. She traced her fingers over your collarbones before venturing further down to your chest, her fingers circling your nipples. You arched into her touch as she caressed your breasts, her movements sending a spark straight to your core. You reached down to cup her bulge, noticing the wet patch on her boxers but she slapped your hand away, âNo touching,â she snapped.Â
âPlease, Natasha,â you said, âI need you; it hurts.â She tutted.
âPatience,â she husked. She pulled away from you and started taking off her clothes, freeing her aching breasts before pushing down her boxers. Her erection sprang out from the material, the tip inflamed and ringed by an enraged red, pre-cum dribbling onto the sheets beneath her.Â
She led back onto the pillow, giving you a full view of her body and you took a moment to admire her. Everything about her was a masterpiece â her facial features, her muscles, her curves. Her crimson hair was a mess around her shoulders and the front pieces had fallen forward, framing her face, âI want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.â You shook your head.
âNo, Natasha,â you pleaded, âItâll feel so much better in my pussy, I promiseâŠâ You fell silent as her eyes burnt into you. You reluctantly crawled over to her on all fours, hesitating before wrapping your mouth around the tip. You tried to irk her, moving as slow as possible but she grabbed a hold of your head and started pushing you down on her cock.Â
âSuck.â You gagged around her length as she started bucking her hips upwards so she was fucking your mouth but the sound only drove her more. It didnât take long for you to start moving your head up and down her cock without any guidance, guttural moans escaping Natashaâs mouth from the warmth and skill of your tongue, âFuck, that shut you up.â
Tears spilt down your cheeks as she hit the back of your throat over and over again, the vibrations of your whines sending even more waves of pleasure through her body. She lifted her legs onto your shoulders so you could grab onto her thighs, spurring you on even more, âIâm so close,â she breathed. Her thrusts were messy and out of rhythm by the time she came undone, spilling her cum into your mouth. You made sure to swallow it all.Â
She pulled her cock out of your mouth, a mixture of cum and drool coating her length, some of it dribbling down your chin, âYou did so well. Such a good slut for me.â She took a moment to catch her breath, watching with eagerness as you pulled down your trousers and your panties that were positively ruined, throwing them on the floor. There were tears of white running down your legs and your clit was visibly swollen. She smirked wickedly, âYou want me that bad, huh?â
âPlease, Iâve been a good girl,â you whined. You tried to reach for her again but she caught hold of your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.Â
âLie down.â You went to lay on your back but she grabbed your shoulders, her nails indenting crescent-moons into your skin before pushing you down onto your stomach. You gasped as her hand pressed against your cunt, her fingers running through your sensitive folds. Her movements were slow and deliberate, intending to increase your need but not give in to it.
âMore,â you begged as her thumb massaged your clit. The smell of sex was heavy in the air and your senses were intoxicated by the vanilla and brown sugar fragrance of her perfume. She gave your clit a sharp pinch in response to your pleas, causing you to inhale a sharp intake of breath.
âYouâre insatiable,â she said, âYouâre begging to be fucked by a woman you just met. Like a whore.â You started rubbing your crotch against her hand, your motions erratic and frantic.Â
âMore, please,â you cried, your thoughts becoming incoherent as the need between your legs started to burn, âPlease, Natasha.â She pushed two fingers inside of you, stretching out your entrance but making sure to avoid your g-spot.Â
âTell me what you want.âÂ
âI want you inside of me,â you groaned as she added a third digit to your cunt. Natasha started to play with her breasts using her free hand; she was burning for you just as badly as you were for and the sound of your begging only worsened her desire. It took all the strength in her body to hold herself back and not ruin you right there and then. She was so glad you couldnât see her.
âI am inside of you.â You whined.
âI want your cock. I need it inside of me, please.â She grabbed hold of your hips, smirking. As much as she enjoyed seeing you so needy for her, her patience was wearing thin.
âThen youâll take it all.â She suddenly rammed inside you without any warning, not being able to resist you for any longer and you cried out in shock. Your initial discomfort was drowned by explosive bliss as Natasha filled you to the brim, hitting places you didnât even know existed. She was met with no resistance as she rutted into you despite her size which stretched you out deliciously. Your pussy was so much better than she couldâve ever imagined.
She flattened herself against your back, needing to feel more of you. She grunted against your ear as her hips slammed into your ass with each powerful stroke. You were dizzy with pleasure as her speed increased, your moans intensifying as she started to pound into your sweet spot. She was older and more experienced than anyone you had been with before which was evident in how she was making you feel. Your body was coursing with more pleasure than you thought was humanely possible.Â
The knot in your stomach was tightening fast and the sounds of your wet cunt were echoing through the room, âOh fuck, youâre so tight,â Natasha said, not caring about her dignity anymore, too lost in the sensation of your warmth clenching around her cock, âTell me how you feel baby.âÂ
âI feel so, so good,â you said, âPlease, donât stop.â You looked back at her and she tilted her head so your lips could connect for a moment before her mouth moved to your shoulder. She sucked on the soft skin there, slowing down so she could sink deeper into your cunt. She could feel your legs trembling beneath her own as you pushed back in rhythm with each of her thrusts.
âHow close are you?â Natasha didnât want to admit it but she was already teetering on the edge, struggling to hold back from how well you were taking her. You could feel her movements become sloppy as more and more of your juices gushed from your entrance.Â
âSo close,â you said, your walls clenching even harder around her cock. It only took a few more thrusts before you could feel gasoline flood your bloodstream, ready to be set on fire, âNatasha, f-fuckâŠâ You didnât even have to say it.
âLet go for me,â she commanded. You let the knot in your stomach unravel, screaming her name as all the nerves in your body were electrified, sparks of searing light shooting across your vision. No drug could replicate the state of euphoria you were both lost in as your walls were drowned by white, your cunt milking her cock dry until there wasnât a single drop left to give. You had never experienced an orgasm so strong, so prolonged, so incredible. You expected Natasha to stop after fucking you through your high but instead, she picked up her pace again. You whimpered.
âNatasha, thatâs enoughâŠâ She pulled out of you and flipped you onto your back before slipping straight back inside of you. Your eyes widened.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â she mocked, âYou begged for my cock, slut. Isnât this what you wanted?â She smirked when you didnât give her an answer, already drowning in ecstasy again despite the building ache between your legs. You were losing your grip on reality as the new angle gave her access to more places inside of you and you knew it wouldnât be long until you were overstimulated.Â
She didnât take her eyes off you, wanting to see your reaction to everything she gave you. You were growing more sensitive by the second and you could feel her cock throbbing against your walls each time you squeezed her, drops of perspiration gleaming on every inch of your skin. You reached up to cup Natashaâs breasts, the extra layer of stimulation pushing her towards yet another climax in record time.Â
She started to rub your clit, hoping to speed up your release but it was becoming evident sheâd have to release without you. You wrapped your legs around her waist, pulling her even closer and for a moment, she forgot your pleasure, getting too lost in her own. She tore her eyes away from you and threw her head back, panting like a dog.Â
âCum inside me,â you said and at the sound of your words, she didnât hesitate, letting her orgasm crash into her body with full force. She moaned your name between gasps as she was hit by waves of bliss that slowly decreased in intensity as the milliseconds passed, pulsing through her entire body. She finally pulled out of you and collapsed on the bed. You both gasped for breath, your thighs and the sheets beneath you stained with lust. You were glad you hadnât climaxed this time â you didnât think youâd have survived it.Â
âThat was fucking incredible,â Natasha admitted, turning her head to face you. You nodded in agreement, too fucked out to form a sentence, your limbs still shaking from adrenaline.
That morning, Natasha woke you up with her cock between your legs, already hard and ready for another round. Her hands only left your body during the mission and three days later after its success, she didnât hesitate to fuck you senseless until you passed out.
A/n - I have an idea for part two so let me know if that's something you'd like.
#natasha romanoff#black widow#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha x reader#natasha romanoff x y/n#natasha x y/n#natasha x you#natasha romanoff smut#marvel#mcu#marvel smut#mcu x you#mcu x reader#mcu x y/n#g!p natasha romanoff#g!p natasha x reader#g!p natasha
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When you have plushies
Pairing: Ot8!skz Ă Gn!reader (individually)
Genre: fluff, reactions
Request: so if skz had a partner who sleeps / collects plushies??? maybe also add a little where the reader is a tad bit embarrassed of it?
Warnings: none
A/n: if you saw this when I posted it for the first time no you didn't!
Bang Chan
Y'KNOW THAT LAUGH OF HIS
The one that's so adorable and it looks like a giggle while his eyes are like crescent moons
THAT ONE
It's the one he gives you while he tries to understand that somehow he is dating the most adorable human being in the whole world
He literally has no problem if you want to sleep with them, will reassure you when it comes to that
"Do you think I can take one of your plushies with me for the tour? It'd make me feel closer to you"
Lee Know
Of course he will tease you
That's like one of the things that are included in his boyfriend package: relentless teasing
He will stop immediately if he sees that you aren't feeling it though
Will take a picture of you cuddling your favourite teddy bear and set it as his phone's wallpaper
AND will buy you some plushies and put them in his dorm
So you can feel more comfortable even when you're away from your own collection
Will never admit but he cuddles with it when he misses you
"Dori was sleeping with the plushie I bought for you. I'm going to send you a pic"
Changbin
Now that he knows, there is nothing stopping him from buying you thousands of plushies
Your collection will double in less than a month if you let him (please let him)
Might even buy some matching ones so you guys can share something in common
But he'll feel a little betrayed if you don't cuddle him to sleep and instead hug the teddy bear
"Why are you cuddling a plushie when you have me right here?? Like, c'mon now!!"
Hyunjin
You know those things where you can make a teddy bear from scratch and then gift it to someone?
He would do that for youđ
Would probably gift you a personalised plushie in your first valentine's
But overall he finds it adorable
Laughs endearingly every time he sees you sleeping while cuddling one
But will not lose the opportunity to replace the plushie and hug you throughout the night
"Would you rather have a dog or a bear as a plushie? No specific reason"
Han
Wants to give names to some of them lmao
And finds you 200% cuter because of it
Like, he knew you were adorable but you always surpass his expectations somehow
And if you get embarrassed abou it he finds you even cuter
But will make sure you don't have a reason to be embarrassed
He will throw himself in the pile of plushies, feeling like he's in heaven and making sure you knows he likes this side of you as well
"This one looks just like you! Oh my God, it's literally you"
Felix
HE LOVES IT
And he would be so casual about it as well??
Like, you'd be kinda scared of his reaction but then he's just the kindest about this
Wants to know about their names and stories you might have about them
The kind of guy who'd stitch one of them if they need to get repaired (I love him btw)
Tries to win plushies for you in those claw machines
"Which one do you want? I'll win it for you"
Seungmin
Is kinda intimidated at first lmao
Like I can see him just standing still while an army of plushies stare at his soul đ
After the initial shock though I think he'd find it cute
Especially if there is a plushie who kinda looks like him/his skzoo
If that's the case he'll just tease you (while finding it so endearing)
"You should name this one 'Minnie'"
"I'm not naming every single one of my plushies after you"
"Why not?"
I.N
I think he wouldn't react at first, but mostly because he doesn't know what to do
Will you get sad if he teases you? Will you get embarrassed if he says it's cute?
He ends up not saying anything lol
Acts like he sees a huge collection of plushies every day
Might give you some plushies as gifts after finding out
"I just bought a very cute teddy bear in Japan. I'm giving it to you once I come back home."
Dividers by @cafekitsune
Reblogs and feedback are always appreciated!
#for all the people who have plushies because you guys are the best#stray kids#skz fluff#skz#stray kids fluff#stray kids soft hours#stray kids soft thoughts#skz x reader#skz x you#stray kids x reader#bang chan#bang chan fluff#lee know#lee know fluff#changbin#changbin fluff#hyunjin#hyunjin fluff#han#han fluff#Felix#felix fluff#seungmin#seungmin fluff#i.n#i.n fluff#jeongin fluff#celi headcanons
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Alr bro I am BACK from the Malevolent Kitchen- So this whole thing takes place in the Heian era, when Sukuna was at his strongest and walking around as a four armed, tall monster of a man (he has two massive dicks I am not being told otherwise don't even play, lad)
Reader (do I even gotta say it? I'm real predictable let's be fr đ) as Sukuna's favourite shrine keeper- as he's speaking to some sorcerers (prolly begging for mercy or smth), he calls the reader over and commands him to strip and warm his (massive) cocks, all the while the poor sorcerers are just fucking sitting there. Eventually, he gets tired of the reader just warming his cocks and commands him to start moving, scoffing when the reader is too slow for his liking- ultimately he just grabs the reader's hips with his lower pair of arms, using him like a fleshlight,,,,,,,
ALSO if and only if you are feeling up to it,,,,, skip to modern day when Sukuna gets incarnated again and is immediately like okay where the fuck is reader (he's been alive with Uraume, which is why he hasn't physically aged, either) so he can drag the reader into his innate domain and get his dick wet after centuries of no bf :((( kinks- degradation, sadism/masochism, size, double penetration, exhibitionism
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Warnings âș first time ever writing Sukuna. Reader is trans male and he has breasts. Use of breasts and chest is interchangeable. Pussy, cunt, and hole are also used. Sukuna is still very mean but I made him just a little bit nicer, cuz romance lmao. Mentions of suicide. Boku is the JPN male version of I. Reader slurs his speech a lot
Kinks âș degradation, sadism/masochism, size, double penetration, exhibitionism, nipple play, creampie, breast/chest play
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Wakizashi.
Thatâs what your dad called it. A Wakizashi. Shorter than a katana, larger than a dagger. The only weapon a civilian could handle in broad daylight without being seen as a threat. Many used it as a way to commit suicide.
He told you to use it for that reason.
It was the only good thing you could do.
The Fujiwara clan was powerful. No doubt about it. And while your father wasnât the strongest, he was well respected. Many were excited when his wife was pregnant with you. Even when you came out as a girl, they werenât too disappointed. Even a woman could be a strong sorcerer.
But you never did.
You had a curse technique.
But it was weak. It was fully based on defense.
The technique to manipulate shadows. But it was only your own. You could hide well but how does that help you in combat?
Didnât help when you started spewing ânonsenseâ of not being a woman.
That earned you multiple whippings.
Everyone in the clan stopped paying attention to you after that moment. Your back covered in scars.
And the one large scar across your face.
Your Wakizashi flickered in the soft pale moonlight. The gold casing shining proudly. You took great care of it.
The harsh patters of feet caught your attention. You stood up from your makeshift mat, shuffling over to the small crack in your dilapidated cabin. It was practically a box. You glanced out, seeing multiple assassins hurriedly rushing out.
It looked to be the entirety of the Sun, Moon, and Stars Squad and then Five Empty Generals. Odd.
You shrugged it off, going back to lay down. You turned your attention back to your Wakizashi. It was the only thing you had in this box. You flicked your wrists, practicing your technique.
Even though you were weak, you still practiced everyday. With a sigh, you collapsed onto the bed. The rebellions you used to do as a child seemed so silly now. Cutting your hair, bathing with men, wearing male kimonos. Just to be locked away in the corner of your own home.
The door was unlocked but they made sure to make you fear even pushing it open.
Your mother took pity on you, being the one to deliver you food. You were sure that if she didnât, you wouldâve starved to death. But she seemed to be late today.
The soft sound of wind creaked against the old box. It shook slightly, always threatening to just collapse over you. Your eyes fluttered closed, clutching your Wakizashi close. It was only a few minutes later when the sounds of screaming caught your attention.
âHeâs here!â
âDo not run away! We are the Toh!â
You sat up, staring at your door as the screams women, men, and even children reverberated through the cabin. Your grip tightened around the Wakizashi, bringing it up to your chest. Slowly, you crawled over to the door, pulling it inward to peek outside.
The sight⊠was horrific.
Blood. Blood everywhere. Weapons scattered. Arms detached. Heads rolling off bodies. Even a few bodies didnât have the upper half. Many sliced into pieces.
You wanted to vomit. Who was doing this?
The Toh⊠was defeated.
You stepped outside the cabin, your bare feet touching the soft grass. The grass was colored red as you walked over to the piles of bodies. Your eyes scanning them, being able to name at least a fraction of the corpses. Underneath one, your motherâs eyes stared right at you.
Your breathing hitched, your hand clamping around your mouth. Despite the cruelty they gave youâit was difficult seeing them like this. The further you walked to the entrance of the Toh estate, the more gruesome each body became.
A few just being blood splattered against the floor.
â(Name).â
You shrieked, feeling a hand grasp your leg. It wasnât someone you knew but her eyes were filled with fear. Blood trickled down her face.
âRunâŠ. For your own sake.â She whispered.
Your eyes trailed over her body before you backed away.
The lower half of her body was gone.
Her arm fell down as her eyes closed.
You needed to run. If people as powerful as your clan were dropping like flies, youâd be killed immediately if this thing came to see you.
You began to run. Ignoring the bodies you had to jump or step over. You kept your eyes straight ahead. The Wakizashi tight in your grip. You hoped and prayed you would make it out free.
âSukuna, is there any you want for dinner later?â
A horrid gasp left your body as you skid to a stop.
Your dadâs head hung from the grasp of a person. They were dressed in a kimono, short white hair. They held your fatherâs head up to a⊠thing behind them. The thing took your fatherâs head and examined it before tossing it aside.
âNot that one. Look for another.â
Its voice shook your body. The two of them were speaking as if they were looking at meat. Did they eat humans? But the white haired one looked like a human. You didnât get the chance to think further when they suddenly turned over to you.
âWas something there?â The white haired one asked.
They saw nothing. The spot you once stood was empty, the only sight being corpses. They turned over to the thing, Sukuna.
âGo look for acceptable meat, Uraume.â
âYes, Sukuna.â
Uraume began to move a few of the bodies about, looking for one that was acceptable for Sukuna. Sukuna hummed, cracking his neck as he looked around. His staggering form covered in blood. He stared in the direction of where you once stood.
You kept silent, staring right back at him. You had hastily summoned your curse technique, making yourself invisible to the naked eye. Your curse technique allowed you to hide in the shadows and even manipulate your own to hide yourself.
But it wasnât strong, you could never hold it for longer than five minutes. And you havenât eaten all day, you were weak. Hiding yourself physically didnât hide any noises you made. So you clamped your lips shut, trying to not breathe, hoping heâd look away.
If you moved, heâd surely hear your footsteps, especially with how quiet it was. Your knuckles turned white as you clamped tightly at your Wakizashi.
Unable to hold it any longer, you let out a soft huff, pulling in as many air as possible.
But that was enough for Sukuna.
A large puff of air attacked you as you lost control of your technique, suddenly becoming visible. You collapsed to the ground, crying out in shock as you stared up at Sukuna.
He was large. Four arms and two faces. His eyes narrowed at you, glancing over you as he began to smirk. Blood covered his body. You knew your father and motherâs blood was mixed in there.
âHow could I have missed you? You puny little thing.â He reached over to grab your hair but it went right through your body. Sukuna huffed, slightly confused on what just happened.
Your other ability, besides just becoming one with shadows, was the short ability to make your body unable to be touched. Sukuna pulled back clamping his fist before thrusting it into your chest.
It went through, but he didnât kill you. Sukuna pulled his arm away, his head tilting. He didnât look angry, on the contrary. He looked amused.
You quickly pulled the sheath off your Wakizashi and stood up on shaky legs. You had never fought. Never even used the Wakizashi against a real opponent besides a tree.
Sukuna chuckled. âDo your best.â He said, grinning. It was no encouragement. He didnât even move into a fighting stance. Just from a look at you, he knew he was going to win.
âDomain Expansion: Moonlight Paradise.â
Dark matter spilled out from the ground as it formed into an orb around you and Sukuna. Your domain wasnât strong. It wasnât anything that helped you win fights.
It was a paradise.
A crescent moon shined, adding light to the otherwise dark domain. Spider lilies grew from the ground, surrounding you like a barrier of protection. A large sakura tree sprouted from the ground, growing tall as it quickly blossomed.
You shivered as you looked up at Sukuna. A feeling of bile filled your throat as you doubled over and coughed out blood. Sukuna looked at you with disgust, the hell was this?
ïżœïżœïżœIs this your best?â He asked, stepping over to you. He was hoping for some sort of fight. But this was all you had to offer? A piss poor attempt at a domain.
You held out your Wakizashi, handing the hilt to Sukuna.
âIf⊠dieâŠâ You winced, unsure of how to explain yourself. You werenât taught to speak. Not after your whipping at age 9. And with everyone no longer speaking to you, you hadnât spoken in years. Your voice was hoarse, struggling to work after years of being dormant.
You made the effort to write and read. But you stopped speaking. You hated your voice. This female voice that wasnât yours.
Even now, just hearing your voice made you angry.
Itâs a shame you were going to die with this voice.
âIfâŠIâŠmust dieâŠYouâŠwilldo..bymyâŠWakizashi.â
âBoku?â Sukuna muttered, staring at you. His eyes roamed your body. You werenât a man. Not by the sight of your ample chest. You were wearing a female kimono. But your hair was cut short by a blade, judging by the jagged ends.
âBoku!â You screamed, glaring at him. You werenât going to die being misgendered. You were going to die with the pride of being a male.
Sukuna grabbed the Wakizashi. It was small in his large hand. He lazily spun it around, making you slightly worried that heâd break it.
âYou call yourself a man but you give up so easily?â He tossed the Wakizashi to your feet. âPick it up. You have a technique, use it.â
You bent down, picking it up. âNouseâŠstrongerthan⊠me.â You could tell he had a bit of trouble understanding you, but you didnât care. You just wanted your death to be over with.
âWhy the domain?â
âdieinâŠprettyâŠplace..â
Sukuna glanced around. Your domain seemed to be just for aesthetic. There wasnât any hint of anything else brewing inside. Nothing that was waiting to attack him. You really seemed set on dying without a fight.
You knew your place quite well.
He liked that.
âDomain Expansion: Malevolent Shrine.â
Your own peaceful domain was torn to shreds as red covered the sky. A large Buddhist shrine grew out of the ground behind Sukuna. Skulls decorated it. It looked to be human skulls. The ground beneath you became dark water.
But your spider lilies stayed alive. The crescent moon still shining down on you.
Sukuna sat down on his throne, his leg resting against the arm. He stared down at you, his eyes roaming you from his new position over you.
The Sakura tree died, disappearing like a puff of smoke. You collapsed to the floor and coughed heavily, the toll of opening your domain already affecting your body.
âAre you from the Toh?â He suddenly asked.
You mutely nodded.
âLook at me when I speak to you.â
You glanced up, trying to ignore the growing pit of fear in your belly. He smirked, leaning forward. One of his hands resting on his knee. The other holding up his chin.
âI find you interesting. Iâll allow you to live, as my shrine keeper. Once Iâm bored, Iâll kill you.â
âinmyâŠdomain..?â
âIf thatâs what you desire.â
Despite the voices in your head tell you to not accept, you nodded. You knew at most, this curse would only let you live for a day or two before he kills you. At the very least, youâd get to enjoy Earthâs beauty in the fullest.
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âYouâre filthy.â
A basin of water poured over your head as you shivered outside, fully nude. Your arms tightened around your chest as you were soaked twice before a rag began to rub against your body.
It was Uraume. They werenât impressed that Sukuna had chosen to keep you alive. You were weak, what did Sukuna gain from keeping you?
But Uraume didnât question it. They knew their limitations.
âWhen was the last time you bathed?â
You winced, being roughly manhandled to face Uraume as they kneeled down, scrubbing between your legs.
âRiverâŠbathein..River.â
Uraume hummed. Their hand trailed upward, unabashedly scrubbing your pussy before moving to your ass. âWhatâs your technique? Or were you not blessed with one?â
âShadows.â
âHow does it work?â
You bit your lip, unable to stop the slight giggle when Uraume moved up to your ribcage. They stopped for a second, believing they had hurt you until you gave a slight smile. They huffed and continued on, making sure no part of your body was left untouched.
With the moonlight shining down on you, you glanced down at Uraumeâs shadow. You reached out and gently poked the shadowâs cheek. Uraume stopped, looking up at you with wide eyes.
You couldnât help but grin. You grabbed the shadowâs hair, twirling a strand. A strand of Uraumeâs hair began to twirl as if a finger was doing it. But there was nothing holding it up.
âYou can manipulate shadows?â
âMhnâŠjusttouch.â You slurred. âCanâtâŠdomuchâŠwasnâtâŠtaught.â
You stepped away, shyly smiling as you slowly disappeared into your own shadow. Uraume hummed, nodding themselves as they watched you come back up.
âCanâtâŠhideforâŠlong. NoiseâŠcanbeâŠheard.â
âDo you have no offense attack?â
You shook your head. âTouchâŠcouldbeâŠoffensiveâŠbutiâŠcanât⊠canât handleâŠweapons..tooâŠweak.â
âI donât believe that. Every curse can be offensive. You simply wasnât trained properly.â Uraume walked over, grabbing the basin filled with water. They brought over your head and dumped it, ignoring your slight shriek at the cold water.
âIt wonât matter now. Sukuna more than likely wonât let you live longer than a day. Itâs a shame.â They draped a small towel over your body. âUse this to dry off. Iâll retrieve your clothing.â
As you dried off, you thought about what they said.
Was that true?
Could you use your technique for offense?
It made sense. You were never taught to try as you had quickly mastered hiding first. And then the whole problem of your stunts of being a male, itâs no wonder you stuck to defense.
It was the only way you could protect yourself from such hatred.
It didnât matter now though. You were going to die in a day, anyway.
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Itâs been months.
Itâs been months and you were still alive.
It was shocking. After the first day, you were so sure you were going to die. But Sukuna didnât even pay attention to you. He walked right past you. He hardly talks to you at all.
You stuck to cleaning his shrine, most of the time.
Even Uraume seemed surprised you even made it to a week. But soon, they started to treat you⊠decently? They showed you how to cook certain meals and if they were up to it, taught you ways to use your curse technique in an offensive manner.
âSpeak slowly.â Uraume said, sitting across from you in the small room. You and Uraume lived in a small minka, just a few feet away from Sukunaâs shrine. He seemed to have two shrines, one in his domain and the other here.
You sighed, nodding your head. Uraume would sometimes hold speaking lessons. They had gotten tired of having to listen to your almost incoherent way of speech.
âIâŠwieldâŠtheknifeââ
ââThe. Knife.â
âTheâŠKnifeâŠâ
âContinue.â
âTheâŠKnifeâŠtoâŠcutâŠmeat.â
âGood enough. Go bathe.â
You nod, grabbing your Wakizashi and walking outside. Since the minka was small, the shower area was just outside the home. Your robes pooled around your feet as you filled in the basin, yawning to yourself.
âYouâre still here?â
A chill rushes up your spine as you look back, gasping in shock. It was Sukuna. He stood only a few feet away from you, his eyes trailing down your nude body. You blush, using your hands to cover your crotch and chest from his gaze.
âwhatdoâŠyou..mean..? WhyâŠwouldi..leave?â
Sukuna smirked. âYou have no sense of free will. You had multiple attempts to run away. Uraume canât sense you when you use your technique. Yet youâre still here.â He walks over to you, kneeling down to your level. You gulp, wondering if this is the moment of your demise.
His hand reaches out, coming into close contact with your face.
Your eyes clamp shut, leaning away.
But he doesnât hurt you.
You feel a hand squeeze your right breast. You open one eye and look down. Sukunaâs hand squeezes your breast as he hummed in satisfaction.
âItâs soft.â He said.
âMngh?!â You shriek, unable to really move in fear heâd tear you in two.
Two of his hands grasp both of your legs, spreading them open as you cry out. You were practically manhandled, spread open for his eyes to see. Your hands flung to his chest, embarrassment filling your chest as you tried to calm down your heavy breathing.
âIf you wish to keep living, become useful to me.â
âUsefulâŠ?â
âI already have a cook. I need pleasure in other ways.â
A feather like touch teased your cunt. You gasped, looking down to see his one free hand slightly teasing your cunt. Youâve never touched yourself down there. It felt odd. You didnât understand how this could give him any sort of pleasure.
Sukuna seemed to notice your confusion as he chuckled lightly, manhandling you to rest on your back, legs still held up high.
âI will simply train you to handle me.â Two fingers sinked into your tight heat. You felt your body thrash against his hold, believing he was somehow killing you. It felt strange. So strange to have something inside you.
Was this apart of his technique?
Would you explode if he curled his finger?!
Sukuna chuckled, enjoying your fearful expression. âRelax. Pleasure will soon consume you.â The fingers began to slowly move in and out, rubbing against your wet walls. You gasped, toes slightly curled as something weird began to burrow in your belly.
His thumb rubbed against your clit, causing you to cry out. That seemed to be your weakness. For the next few minutes, he slowly teased your cunt open, occasionally rubbing your clit. Your body stopped thrashing but you couldnât help but arch your back, biting your lip as screams threatened to live your throat.
âeeeehâŠpee..pee..!â You cried out, tears welling in your eyes. Sukunaâs fingers didnât stop, instead they continued. Even as you continued to cry that you were about to piss, Sukuna only laughed.
Your cunt clamped tightly around his fingers as you felt your body spasm. A moan left your throat as something washed over you. You feltâŠgood?
What was this? Why did you feel so sleepy?
With what little strength you had left, you grabbed your Wakizashi and held it against his chest, glaring up at him. Sukuna released your legs and grabbed your hand, simply having to squeeze it to have you release the Wakizashi.
You felt too sluggish to actually put up a fight.
âYou orgasm but still have the energy to use a weapon.â He laughed to himself. âYou truly are interesting.â
He stood up and walked away, leaving you on the floor, legs spread open.
JustâŠ. What the fuck was that?
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Orgasm.
It was an orgasm.
And Sukuna had been giving it to you constantly.
He appeared more frequently at the minka. He grabbed you whenever he pleased, even if Uraume was in the area. Spreading your thighs as he fingered your heat. He would sometimes squeeze your breasts, always commenting that it was his favorite body part of yours.
You were even forbidden from wearing underwear.
Easy access, apparently.
Uraume didnât seem to comment or care about this new development. They simply helped you bathe whenever you were too tired. You still had your occasional lesson on speech and offense but you werenât making much progress.
But somehow, the crazy murder, Uraume was encouraging. Believing it was just difficult for you to let go of old habits, especially in speech. You still couldnât believe that they were a ruthless killer by how nicely they treated you.
It had been close to a year now.
You still thought about your clan. The massacre that happened right in front of you. But you couldnât mourn them. Not after how they treated you. Such cruelty.
Sukuna and Uraume treated you like a male.
How could monsters treat you so well but not your own family?
There were days Uraume and Sukuna were gone. Those days you knew they were killing some other clan. Killing any sorcerers that dared stumble onto their path. But you never ran away.
Despite the amount of times you could.
You just never did.
Your fingers traced against Sukunaâs shrine, making sure there was no dust collecting on it. This was one of the rare occasions you were in his domain. But there were other sorcerers hereâthey were on their knees, pleading for their life.
You didnât look at them at all, not wanting to be reminded of their humanity. To be reminded that Sukuna was a ruthless killer. That you were lucky you could stand near him and not fear death.
â(Name).â
You glanced up, looking over to see Sukuna motion for you to come over. Your bare feet pattered against the dark water as you went over to him, standing up straight as you waited for whatever he could want.
âSit.â
When you moved to kneel, Sukuna grabbed your arm and pulled you onto his lap. You cried out, feeling your body freeze at the sudden closeness. Youâve never been so close to him. Being able to feel his breathing. The slow swell of his chest.
He began speaking to the sorcerers again but you didnât pay attention. Hypnotized by this new position. Your hand slowly rested against his chest, your head leaning on his shoulder. You looked so small against him.
You couldnât help but sniff the air, wondering if he had a scent.
He didnât.
You stayed on his lap for a moment, wondering if he had just wanted you to cuddle him but you felt something twitching against your crotch. It was thick. Being strained by his robes. You wondered if it was just his knee but it kept twitching.
It was strange. It pressed against your cunt, earning a whimper from you. You had gotten so sensitive down there, easily orgasming when Sukuna touched you.
There was a tug at your robes as it was pulled down, causing you to gasp. Your breasts plopped out but you quickly covered them. It was luck that you had your back facing the sorcerers. Though they seemed to have stopped talkingâonly their soft whimpering and cries heard.
Sukuna didnât say a word as he pulled open his own robe, two cocks springing free. You stared at it in shock. Youâd never seen anything like it. Itâd been years since you saw male genitalia. Did all males have two? That seemed a bit much.
You were glad you didnât have any. It looked to be a pain to have to walk with something so huge between your legs. They pressed against your pussyâteasing your entrance. You backed away a little, only to have Sukuna grip your waist with his two lower hands.
âI trained you for this.â He simply said before turning his attention back to the pitiful sorcerers.
Training?
That training was for this?
Is that even safe?
You felt nervous. That⊠thing was supposed to go inside you? It wouldnât kill you? You slowly sat up, hesitantly hovering over his cocks. The thought of putting two in so quickly, you didnât think you could handle it. So you settled for one at a time.
The bottom cock slowly nestled inside your cunt as you eased it inside. It wasnât painful but you didnât like the feeling. It was odd, different than Sukunaâs fingers. His hands squeezed your waist once you finally bottomed out.
You glanced up, seeing his eyebrow raised. It was easy to tell that he was amused you could only fit one. You pouted, burying your face in his chest. He couldnât blame you. You didnât even know cocks could go inside a person! How could you fit two in the first try.
His second cock rested against your tummy. It looked a bit dejected. You kinda felt bad.
Sukuna and the sorcerers continued their conversation. You couldnât pay it much attention. Your pussy clenching tightly around his cock. Your fingers clutched at his robe as you took deep breaths, beginning to feel weird with the thick cock spreading you full.
The sound of someone screaming caught your attention, but when you made the effort to turn around, Sukuna kept you still. He pushed you to rest against his chest, face smushed against his shoulder.
Someone was killed.
It was silent for a few more minutes before the remaining sorcerers began to speak about festivals they would hold in Sukunaâs honor. Sukunaâs cock twitched inside you. Huh, he must find that arousing.
Your eyes fluttered, sleep almost taking you over until Sukunaâs hands tightened around your waist. You felt your body be lift up until he slammed you back down. Your back arched as you screamed out.
The pain of the sudden movement somehow made you feel good. He bounced you on his cock as if you were nothing but a plaything. His grunts filling the domain. You were so happy he couldnât see the sorcerers eyes on you, watching as you were used by the King of Curses for his own personal pleasure.
The thought of anyone in your clan knowing too brought fear inside your heart.
Any sort of pleasure you were feeling left. Your eyes fluttered closed as you just allowed Sukuna to take whatever he pleased. The reality of your situation had hit. You were nothing.
A toy for Sukuna.
Pitiful.
You were fucking pitiful.
Something warm erupted inside your heat, coating your walls. You let out a shuddered gasp, unable to ignore the small amount of pleasure that brought you. There was something white coating your tummy from his second cock.
Was this sperm?
It didnât matter.
You couldnât live like this anymore.
You proved your father right.
You were only good for one thing.
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Wakizashi.
The Wakizashi was smaller than a katana, bigger than a dagger. A weapon civilians could carry around safely.
A weapon many used in suicide.
It was midnight. The moon shining down at you. You stood deep in the forest, bare feet touching the soft grass. You always loved the beauty of nature. The one thing that couldnât be tainted.
You wore the female kimono you were forced to wear in the Toh. Despite the trauma, you still held the kimono close to you. It was made by your mother.
Your Wakizashi was held tightly in your hand. Its sharp blade glistening in the pale moonlight. You slowly widen your stance, arms gently moving into position as you whispered those faithful words.
âDomain Expansion: Midnight Paradise.â
The paradise soon engulfed you. The familiar spider lilies blooming around you. Sakura petals fluttering from the makeshift sky. It was peaceful.
The ground, however, was dark water.
Youâd never done that before. Sukuna mustâve rubbed off on you. A bitter laugh left you. You really allowed a curse to take youâallowing it to plant itself into your heart.
The Wakizashi felt heavy in your grip. Even as you placed the blade against your neck, your hand shook. It rattled in your hand as tears streamed down your face. You didnât even know why you were hesitating. Sukuna didnât like you.
He used you for pleasureâhe said it himself.
You were simply doing him a favor.
Your grip tightened as you sighed. It would be okay. This is what you always wanted.
Maybe, youâll be born to a happy family.
The blade cut clean through your throat, blood oozing out. You dropped the Wakizashi as you collapsed. Your eyes fluttered closed as you accepted your death.
Only for you to realize you werenât bleeding anymore.
You reached up and touched your throat, feeling a scaring instead of the open wound. It⊠healed?!
âDomain Expansion: Malevolent Shrine.â
âYou humans are amusing.â The calming paradise burstsâSukunaâs shrine appearing in front of you. The spider lilies stayed, curling around you as if it was comforting you. âYou seem to have forgotten you belong to me.â
Sukuna appeared on the throne, staring you down with a glare. âI choose when you die. I will grant you the freedom of death. Now, come here.â
You slowly sat up, staring at him in shock. You had so many questions. How? Why? What did he do to make you live?
âCome here. Now.â He said, his tone stern. You stood up on shaky legs, slowly walking over to him. His body seemed larger than before. His eyes narrowing at every movement you took.
Sukuna grabbed your kimono as soon as you were close enough and tore it open. It ripped to shreds, falling to your feet in minutes. You held back your tears, keeping your eyes on the ground.
â(Name), you will look me in the eye when I speak to you.â
You glanced up, feeling your body hiccup as your tears began to flow. Sukuna simply stared at you, his eyes roaming your nude body. He stood up and gripped your face, moving your face upwards.
You expected anger. His cruelty to show for your actions. But his thumb gently traced the scaring across your face. It was from the whipping back then. It was jaggeder, covering your left eye to your right cheek. It was pure luck that you could even see from that eye.
âThis body,â his hands trail down to your throat, tracing your new scar across your throat, âisnât yours anymore. Itâs mine. If you wish to die so badly itâll be my hands.â
His grip tightened, causing you to gasp, your hands clutching at his arm. He stared you down, eyes showing no sign of any heart. But he didnât strangle you. He moved down, grasping your right breast.
âHumans are insignificant. You should be grateful that I keep you alive. Your only purpose is to please me.â He pushed you into the ground as you gasped out, staring up at him as he kneeled down, tearing off his own robes.
You parted your legs, not even attempting to fight back. But you didnât want to fight back. You wanted him.
Sukuna smirked. âSome man you are. Whoring yourself so easily.â
âitsokayâŠbecauseitsâŠSukunaâŠâ You whispered, giving him a soft smile through your tears. Sukuna froze for a moment, staring down at you as he grunted in anger. His hands gripped your waist and pulled you close, rubbing his cocks against your pussy.
âYou know your place now?â
âMmmmh. SukunaâsâŠâ
Sukuna chuckled, his lips slightly tugging into a smile. It was odd. You felt safe in his presence. The dark thoughts swirling in your brain felt like nonsense when you were near him. But you didnât know why.
It felt counterintuitive to feel safe in the arms of a man that committed a massacre.
His degradation felt like care. He used a technique to save you.
He must care about you.
Even if the way he showed it was cruel.
Perhaps you werenât mentally sane.
More than likely.
You reached over, grasping two of Sukunaâs hands and bringing it to your breasts. He easily squeezed them both, pulling at your nipples. A shuddered breath left your lips as you whimpered.
âYou must be punishedâfor damaging my possession.â You feel his cocks teasing your pussy. There was no getting out of it. Youâll be taking both at the same time.
Slowly, inch by inch, his two cocks sinked into your pussy. It was painfulânothing you could have ever imagine. Your breathing shuddered, hands gripping at his shoulder for some form of relief.
How could anyone like this?
Two of his hands gripped your breasts while the other two held your waist down, keeping you still. You wanted to thrash around, pull away due to the pain but he was too strong. But even though it was so painful, your cunt clenched around his cocks.
Your hands moved downwards, tracing his abs as you giggled to yourself. Being so close to him, you could finally take a good look at him.
The black markings all over his body. The second face. His four large arms.
He looked better in the moonlight.
Your hand moved away from his chest, reaching over to grab your Wakizashi. With a swiftness, one of Sukunaâs hands grabbed your wrist.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â
âWakizashi.â
You managed to pull your wrist away and grab the Wakizashi. You used your other hand to grab one of his and place it over the other gripping the Wakizashi. Sukunaâs eyes stayed on you, his eyebrows raising as he watched you with curiosity.
âMyheartâŠandâŠ.WakizashiâŠbelongtoâŠSukunaâŠRyomen.â
A childish grin spread on your lips as you leaned up and gently kissed Sukunaâs hand that gripped yours. You looked up, unsure if Sukuna understood you. He seemed to have trouble understanding your form of speech.
But the look he gave you was scary. It was as if he was angry but also⊠lustful?
He released his grip on your hand and reached up, grabbing the back of your head as he smashed his lips onto yours. Your eyes widen, your hand releasing the Wakizashi. It clattered onto the floor before being pushed away by Sukuna.
You didnât know curses could kiss.
You never thought a curse would be your first kiss.
But you eagerly kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck. He manhandled you to lay back down your back as two hands lifted your legs. You almost forgot all about his cocks inside of you.
His hips moved back before slamming forward, causing your body to jostle from the force. You screamed out, nails beginning to claw at his back as he took you.
The sounds of skin slapping and your stuttered moaning filled the domain. Sukunaâs cocks stretched you full, reaching so deep inside you worried heâd spilt you open. You glanced down, seeing the soft tell sign of something bulging against your stomach.
From the insideâŠ
Was that his cock?
Curses were insane.
It didnât take long for you to reach your orgasm, your cunt clamping tightly around his cocks. But he didnât let up, using you like a sex toy. Though it didnât bother you this timeâyou liked it.
Sukunaâs hips slammed into you as the warm sperm began to coat your inner walls. That was fast.
You glanced up at Sukuna to see him looking away, as if he was also shocked he came that fast. A cocky grin appeared on your lips as you giggled, pressing kisses on Sukunaâs cheek.
âWasiâŠthatgood?â You asked, looking up at him with eyes that resembled a puppy. Sukuna didnât answer, simply pulling away from you despite your whines.
âIâm hungry. Go tell Uraume to cook me a meal.â Sukuna bluntly said, standing up as he slipped back into his robes. You simply wrapped an arm around your chest and clamped your legs closed for decency.
You reached over to grab your Wakizashi when it was quickly taken from you. Your eyes nervously turned over to Sukuna, watching as he lazily flipped the weapon before hiding it in his robe.
âUhmâŠ.myâŠâ
He smirked, âdid you not say that it belongs to me now?â
You frowned. Well now you regretted that.
âYouâll earn it once you learn your place. Now go.â His eyes trailed down to the new scar on your throat. You could never tell what Sukuna was feeling but you couldâve sworn he seemed⊠upset at the sight. But his face quickly became neutral as he walked back to his shrine, sitting down and getting comfortable.
Your fingers gently traced the scaring on your throat. Youâve never seen the technique Sukuna used. It wasnât something anyone taught you. But it mustâve been a strong one.
And he used it to save you.
Was thatâŠ.
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You havenât gotten your Wakizashi back.
Sukuna would occasionally taunt you with it, threatening to snap it in half. But he never did. He seemed to enjoy your panicked responses.
He kept it close though. It was always tucked inside his robe. You wondered if he ever used it when he went on his sorcerer killing sprees. Not that heâd ever need to. He could kill towns in minutes.
But it felt nice to have him hold it.
Your speech was still terrible. Uraume was the only person who could understand you, especially when you spoke longer sentences.
âAndiâŠsawtheâŠbunnyrushâŠawaytotheâŠburrow..! ButigrabbedâŠthecarrotsâŠitstole!â
âYou shouldâve killed the bunny.â Uraume responded, handing you a bowl of miso soup. They gave Sukuna a plate that looked to be human meat. You had gotten used to ignoring the smell.
Sukuna stared at you from across the table. âThe bunny ran where?â
âTheburrow.â
âUraume, I thought you were teaching him to speak clearly,â Sukuna said. Uraume shrugged as they sat down beside you.
âTeaching takes time. (Name) is twenty two, itâs harder to change habits by this age.â
It practically became a habit for you to constantly repeat yourself when speaking to Sukuna. Other times heâd tell you to stop speaking. He was still rude and a bit cruel.
But he certainly changed. Judging by the fact heâd occasionally kiss you. Though it wasnât soft and romantic kisses. Most kisses would leave you breathless with bruised lips.
He still took you whenever he pleased. Having you ride him in front of people. That was still embarrassing. But you learned to live with it.
You were sitting outside, the moon shining down at you as you slowly weaved a bracelet with flower stems. There were three others scattered beside you, dawned with small chrysanthemums decorating them.
The thin robe you wore hardly covered you properly causing you to shiver at a particular rush of cool breeze. You grinned, holding the finished bracelet in triumph. They were larger than your wrists, having been made as large as possible.
As you grabbed the other three, two hands grasped your breasts, harshly squeezing them. You gasped, almost dropping the bracelets as you looked back to see Sukuna. He used his other two hands to lift you up, just as his domain opened around you both.
He sat at his shrine, settling you onto his lap. His hands pulled your robe off as you clutched the bracelets tightly, making sure to not accidentally drop them.
One of his hands trailed between your legs, easily teasing your pussy. You shivered, resting your head on his chest as he slowly teased you open. His large fingers slipped inside your cunt, stretching you out.
âSukunaâŠâ You mewled. âGotyoupresentâŠâ
You felt the loud reverberation of his grunt through his chest. It was somehow comforting that he had such human bodily autonomy. Your hands slowly opened, holding them up for him to see. Four brackets with red and white chrysanthemums in the center of the flower stems.
Sukuna grabbed one of them, examining it as his finger continued to stretch you open. He chuckled slightly, placing it back into your palms.
âI donât need gifts from you.â He said, earning a frown from you. Your lips parted as you tried to argue back only for him to lean down and nip at your lips, kissing you with as much softness as he could possibly muster.
âI already own you.â
Your breathing hitched, staring up at him in shock. You eagerly kissed him backâmoaning as he began to feverishly finger you open.
âTakemeâŠplease.â You whispered, placing the brackets onto the ground as you moved to properly straddle him. Your hand pulled his robe open, allowing his cock to freely press against your thigh.
You shyly grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck. âUsemeâŠSukuna Ryomen.â
Sukuna smirked, two of his hands instantly gripping your hips. âYou donât get to complain later.â He said before slamming you down onto his cock. You screamed out, the painful stretch bringing you a pleasure that you had learned to love.
He bounced you up and down on his cock with reckless abandon. Your sweet, high pitched cries being music to his ears. The sight of you was intoxicating. Your breasts bouncing in tandem with his thrustsâyour cunt clenching around his cocks like a vice.
And to think⊠he was going to kill you that day.
He wouldâve missed out on such great pussy.
Whatever he felt for you, he wasnât sure. But what he did know was that he loved fucking you.
His hand reached down, kneading your ass. He leaned over and began to suckle on one of your nipples, earning a whine from you. You would always end up cumming more than twice, the least.
His name left your lips like a prayer, your nails digging into his shoulder as you wailed out.
You reached your first orgasm in minutes. He could always tell whenever you did. Your nose would scrunch up, lips curling into a frown, as your body began to stiffen. Your cunt would always tighten as well, practically begging him to fuck his cum into you.
The effect you had on him was different. He could last longer with random woman he found but with you⊠He always found himself releasing faster.
He bit down on your nipple, causing you to shriek at the pain. Despite the cries and whimpers you gave whenever he would intentionally hurt you. Twist a nipple too hard. Spank your ass a bit too red. You would always come back for more.
Fuck⊠just what have you done to him?
He pulled away from your breasts and pulled you closer, claiming your lips with anger. You helplessly kissed backâunable to really take any sort of control in the kiss.
You pulled away from the kiss to breathe, hiccuping as you nuzzled your face into his neck. He continued to bounce you on his cocks, getting you closer to your second orgasm.
It was unreal. To be so connected to a curse. The King of Curses no less.
You felt the quick swelling of his cocks, indicating he was about to cum. Your cunt tightened as much as it could, earning an animalistic grunt. He began to use you with no regard whatsoever to the bruising his grip left on your body.
He slammed into you just as his cocks began to cum deep inside you. You pulled him close to give him a kiss, reaching your own orgasm.
You didnât know if what you felt for Sukuna was love. But you certainly didnât want to live without him.
Itâs a shame this would be the last day you saw him.
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It was interesting to see Japan grow so much.
You didn't know that you wouldâve been alive for so long. To not age at all. It was a blessing and a curse. You certainly stopped getting to know people, tired of seeing them grow old in age or even die by unfortunate events.
You would occasionally see how the sorcerers were doing. But you never got closeâknowing you were technically a betrayer. Uraume was still with you though they would occasionally disappear to meet a man named Kenjaku.
Other curses still disgusted you so you never made any effort to speak to them like Uraume did. They kept speaking as if they could bring back Sukuna but you didnât really believe it.
No, it was more so you didnât think it would be a great idea. Youâd lived longer than youâd been with Sukuna at this point. And while you still love him, you knew deep down humans were doomed if he were to come back.
The soft breeze gently flew past as you sat in the woods. Moonlight shining down on you as you moved to lay down.
Something felt off, but you had pushed the feeling away. Being able to live for so long shouldâve been a blessing though you would occasionally wish to die.
But you never got your Wakizashi back. You assumed Sukuna died with it.
You didnât know if that made you feel better or not.
People were nice. Many calling you a man. It was like a dream come true.
It was like two sides fought inside of you.
The need to protect human lives.
The want to kiss and hug Sukuna.
Why couldnât you have fallen in love with someone normal?
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âYou shouldnât come to Shibuya tonight.â
The soft hums of the television almost entirely drowned out Uraumeâs voice. You looked over at them, watching as they grabbed something from the closet. Shibuya?
âI havenât been to Shibuya in a while.â You said, glancing back at the tv. Your style of speech was more coherent after centuries of practice. Though you would sometimes revert back when emotional.
âWhy? Is something going to happen in Shibuya?â
Uraume simply hummed. âCould your body handle Sukuna today?â
You got up from the couch and walked over to Uraume. âHm? Handle him?â Your hands rested against the countertop of the kitchen as you thought for a moment. âNo. I havenât had sex in centuries. Iâm a virgin again.â
You giggled at your own joke while Uraume rolled their eyes.
They turned over to you, their eyes trailing over your body. âYour chest is bigger.â
You glanced down at your chest before glaring at them. âI just gained weight.â
âThatâs a good thing.â They patted you on the back. âBigger is better. Iâll be back.â
You mutely waved as Uraume left, humming to yourself. Bigger is better? You were pretty sure you had seen porn ads with that as a slogan. But there was a weird feeling your tummy. Why did Uraume suddenly ask you about Sukuna?
It been forever. Did theyâŠ.
No. You pushed the thought away. Youâd become a stuttering mess if Sukuna appeared in front of you.
But you were sure youâd kill him.
Just for leaving you.
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âYouâre okay keeping your face like that?â
âFor now. If Iâm going to be fighting amongst sorcerers, itâs better to maintain this kind of appearance.â
âŠ..
âWhere is he?â
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Uraume hasnât been back for a while now. You didnât get too worried, they had a habit of doing so. It mainly worried you that things seemed off. A massacre happened in Shibuya.
It felt too similar to his work.
You shrugged it off, knowing just how difficult to was to reincarnate Sukuna.
But what ifâŠ
You groaned in frustration. You needed to go visit the forest. Your favorite forest was all over the place. You would always change it whenever you felt tired of another. This forest was beautiful with a large crystal blue lake.
Small baby ducks floated about while its mother watched. You sat down right next to the lake, putting your feet in it for some cool water against your skin.
The pale moonlight shunned down on you, always being a comforting blanket. It would always calm you down. Your legs slowly treaded through the water, sending small waves to the ducks.
A giggle escaped your lips as you watched the baby ducks scatter at the sudden movement.
You leaned over and stared at your reflection, gently poking it with your index finger. Soft ripples carried across the lake.
Your mind began to blank as you yawned. The ease of distractions began to push away any worry you had before. Until you felt⊠something was off.
The forest was silent. No more soft rustle of the wind. Crickets. Birds. Even the ducks on the water were long gone. Something was wrong.
You slipped out of the water, glancing around. You slowly stood up and tried to ignore your own wishes for your Wakizashi. Youâd get through without it.
But nothing happened. It was stillânothing came out and attacked you. You shook your head, scratching at your scalp as you turned back to face the lake.
âDomain Expansion: Malevolent Shrine.â
Those words.
That voice.
The familiar black water pooled your bare feet. The same shrine covered in human skulls. The memories of cleaning it. Sitting on Sukunaâs lap while he taunted helpless sorcerers.
Spider lilies began to bloom around you, forming a circle. The moon was still shining down on you. You didnât want to turn around. In fear of just how youâd react to seeing him.
Would he look the same? Did he still like you?
Did he ever like you?
You felt young again. The young and naive (Name) rushing back in. Who couldnât speak properly. Who couldnât fight to save his life.
Two hands suddenly appeared from behind you and spun you around.
He was still taller than you. His markings still all over his body. But his hair was black this time. He didnât have two arms either. You almost didnât believe it was him until a smirk spread on his lips.
Yeah⊠thatâs your Sukuna.
Your body felt stiff as you slowly stepped forward before leaping into his arms. His arms immediately wrapped around your waist, holding you close as you began to wail. Your hands gripped at his bodyâmaking sure this wasnât a dream.
He was real. He was real.
âYouâve missed me, huh?â He teased, his hand trailing downwards to grip your hips. His thumbs sinked into your skin as if he was now checking if you were real too.
âMhmâŠ.missedsukunaâŠsolonelyâŠâ You whined, cursing when you noticed you couldnât speak properly anymore. Now that was just embarrassing.
You continued hugging him, leaning in as close as humanly possible. Your hands gripping at his shoulders while you buried your face in his neck.
You really did betray your clan, cuddling with the murderer.
A sudden squeeze at your breasts caught your attention. You pulled away a bit to see Sukuna squeezing both of your breasts together. He smirked, his thumbs rubbing against your nipples through the shirt.
âTheyâre bigger.â
You glared at him. âStopit. YoucanttouchâŠmeuntilâŠigetâŠWakizashi!â Sukuna rolled his eyes but complied, pulling away as he reached into his robes. Slowly, he pulled out your Wakizashi. Its gold sheath somehow still shining proudly.
Your hands practically snatched it away from him as you held it in the air, letting the moonlight shine down on it.
As beautiful as you remembered.
It looked recently cleaned. You glanced back at Sukuna, biting your lip. He kept it safe. He kept your Wakizashi safe.
Which meantâŠ
He kept your heart safe.
âDo I get a reward for keeping that pathetic excuse of a weapon safe?â Sukuna asked, crossing his arms across his chest. Despite his words, you knew he took its protection seriously.
You mutely nodded. âDidnâtâŠ.sleepwithâŠanyone. Not sinceâŠyouwereâŠgone.â You slowly placed the weapon on the floor as you stepped over to Sukuna.
âKept myself just for you.â You managed to say before looking down in embarrassment. âIstillâŠbelongâŠtoâŠsukunaryomen.â
A grip on your chin caused you to flinch as he forced you to look up at him. Sukuna stared down at you, his eyes roaming your face. The same whip scaring on your face almost gone in its entirety. The scar on your neck completely faded.
âI see I have to remind you of the rules.â He said, forcefully tutting your head around as he continued to look at you. âLetâs sey that cunt of yours can handle me.â
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You missed this. His fingers thrusting into your pussy as he stretched you. Roughly kneading your breast with his free hand. It was weird being only touched by two handsâyou couldnât wait until he got his normal body.
Your back arched, soft mewls leaving your lips. You were fully nude, sat atop of Sukunaâs lap as he sat on his throne. Your cunt was tight. You really havenât touched yourself ever since Sukuna left.
âWere you waiting for me?â Sukuna suddenly asked, his thumb teasing your clit as you whimpered. âWaiting to be used as my whore again?â
âNghhhâŠâ
âI was waiting to fuck this pussy again.â He slowly spread your pussy open. âSqueezing your tits. All I had was that fucking Wakizashi of yours.â He muttered bitterly, slamming his fingers deep into your cunt. You cried out, your hips moving upward as you tried to catch your breath.
He didnât care that it had been centuries since you had sex. He seemed to enjoy that you were so loyal to him that you practiced celibacy.
âYouâre lucky I need to feel your pussy around my cockâyou deserve a punishment for not fulfilling your duties.â He pulled open his robe, his cock springing out. Your shuddered, feeling it rub against your pussy.
âWhatâŠdutiesâŠ?â You whispered.
Sukuna harshly squeezed your breast, pulling at the nipple. You cried out in painâyour body squirming in his grip as his cock began teasing your pussy.
âYou mustâve forgotten your place.â He whispered into your ear. âNo matter, Iâll remind you of it.â
His cock slammed into your pussy, ignoring your scream of pain. He was harsh and unforgiving. Your body spasmed as it tried to get used to the harsh thrusting. Itâd been so long, you already felt yourself feel close to an orgasm.
Sukunaâs hands gripped your thighs, pulling them upward as he thrusted into your tight cunt. The sound of skin slapping and your stuttered moaning filled the domain.
Despite the pain, you couldnât help the slight smile on your lips. You missed being used like a toy for his pleasure. A groan left you as your pussy clenched around his cock. Even as you orgasmed, Sukuna didnât let you, using you to reach his own.
You felt his cock suddenly pulsate in you as warm cum filled your insides. A shuddered moan left your lips. You almost forgot just how warm sperm could be.
But you began to feel yourself being moved up and down. His hands moved to grip your waist, easily bouncing you on his cock. The overstimulation instantly caused you discomfort but your whines fell on deaf ears.
âIâve been without your cunt for centuries.â He said, grunting as you clenched around his cock. Your hands gripped at his thighs. You couldnât hold back your moans, they were on the verge of screams. It was so much for what was essentially your first time.
Sukuna grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back, smashing his lips into yours. You eagerly kissed back. The kiss reminded you of all the past ones. The bites on your lips. The feeling as if he was stealing your breath away.
As you pulled away, he gave you a lustful smirk.
âI intend to make up for lost time.â
You werenât going to be able to walk for years.
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wowowoâŠ.my first fic at 10k wordsâŠ. Jesus! I hope I did Sukuna justice <3
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neuvillette + zhongli // syn : Two dragons who wandered the earth with certain purpose, stumbled upon a villager girl whose fate turned upside down when they laid eyes on her. // monsterfvcking, dubcon, double penetration.
If you had known that kindness would have you ended up being captured, chained and caged in a cave you would have never offered food and refuge to those young men. During days you were free to go anywhere and at night they would visit you, Zhongli and Neuvillette would talk and dine with you. And when the starts would bloom in the night sky they would slowly warm up to you, get cozy and handsy with you. Their touch definately had something, something boderly human yet compltely inhuman. Once, out of curiosity you tried to runaway, but ended up getting lost because everywhere you looked there were just vast stretches of forest whichever way you chose to go. Besides, if you wandered too far away from the cave the blue dragon would always bring you back to their nest.
At night, during the dark Zhongli would cover your eyes for a second with his hand and when he removed them all you witnessed was darkness. you can only feel them, the inhuman side of such affection. every time they visit you for mating, they would deprive you of your vision. You could feel their cool slippery skin against yours, long and powerful tongue licking your skin, sharp fangs digging your skin and marking you in your most intimate parts: inbetween your things, around your boobs, on your butt, and sometimes calf muscles. And when it is all over, you would wake up to a nest made of scales of different colors, but mainly blue and yellow, glowing in the dark, during the night providing you both warmth and light. But they never properly mated with you. It always ended up with overstimulating themselves with you; until that night when full moon shone at one starry night.
At that night, they did not blindfold you. Zhongli had your back against his chest as his golden-brown tail kept you in place, his hand toyed with your nipples while Neuvillette became busy in between your legs, his tail moving ocassionally as he slurped your juices. This is the first time your eyes are witnessing their inhuman form: to see them in this way after so many days was overwhelming and astonishing but not rebuking: all the while you could only feel them. You extended your hands to touch Neuvillette head but Zhongli grabbed both of your arms by the wrists. "Look at me, bunny." he commands, also gaining Neuvillette's attention. They share a moment of eye contact as he pulled you up, his cock nudging your entrance.
Neuvillette partly standing, on his knees, scooted closer speading your legs and pushing his cock inside you. His large, predatory hands that exhibitted so much strenght started touching your boobs so gently and so slowly. He has been playing with your tits for a while; your nipples are starting to itch and ache. His tongue wets his bottom lip as he twists and turns your taut nipples but he gives in finally. He hunches down to reach down to your boobs to suckle and mark them, like he usually does. Zhongli silences your moans and whines as he starts to buck his hips against yours.
Its wild how their cocks are grazing against each other inside of you as you slowly lose your vision. you can feel them being close, the cave being slowly full of echos of growls and moans, squelching of skins and low dragon squeals. You recognize the venus in the sky for a second. their wings flap open when the knot inside of you tightens, and a gush of cum leaks from between the skins when all of you climax together. They huff and pant, their cocks still throbbing inside you so does your body as they wait for their knot to slowly unwind. You are entirely covered by their wings, the scales from their body start to peel off and deposit to form a nest. They share a look before digging their fangs into your neck, both of them marking your neck, simultaneoulsy as you lull into deep slumber.
Next morning, you woke up naked, both of them curled up on either side of you. This is the first time they had spent the night as well as made it till dawn, their scales covering certain parts of your body and a stinging pain on both sides of your neck. Now you know they truly belong to you and only you, a sense of protection fills your heart as you run your hands over the both sides of your neck. An act of kindness that promised protection in return from any peril that your fate had to follow. What a gift! What a blessing life is!
kaeya + dainsleif // syn : In the absence of the owner of Dawn Winery, Kaeya offers special services to the Bough Keeper, Dainselif // nipple stimulation, spit k!nk, voyeur!kaeya, exhibitionist!dansleif.
The moon smiles brightly along with the sparkling stars adorning the night sky. Lord Diluc has already left The Dawn Winery around evening properly telling you the instructions and procedures for each and every little thing. On top of that, he has given you the privilege to ask Kaeya for help if you need. The clock has struck midnight an hour ago yet Kaeya has been sitting in the same seat when he first turned up late in the evening, his eyes moving along with you as you work. If only Lord Diluc knew what Kaeya has been up to behind his back, then he would not have informed his brother about his absence tonight.
Taking off your apron as you turn around you are met by a drunk Kaeya up close, standing inches away from your body. âDarling, why are you in such a hurry?â He chins up your face to meet your gaze. âYou weren't in such haste while working though. . .â As he trails he takes a sip from the wine bottle before inclining towards you.
âLord Kaeya please, not here.â you whine but all he does is to pout, squeeze your cheeks. It is not like he has not fucked you before. He did. Multiple times in multiple positions. Sometimes those memories ravage through your mind whenever he shows up during work, gets you worked up; your hopes too and then leaves. He keeps the bottle on the slab behind you and slips his hand under your skirt.
As he pushes aside your panty, his squeeze onto your cheeks becomes stronger forcing your mouth open. âLord Kaeya,mmm-mghâ
He lets a drop of spit mixed with wine drop into your mouth, eyes never leaving your before finally sucking your lips. A little wine spills through the corner of your mouth as his arms rests against the slab caging you in but it does not stay there much longer. You grab onto his collar returning the favour, tongue dancing against eachother as his hands squeezed your ass cheeks. You can feel yourself getting wet, nipples getting taut and tight, Kaeyaâs lips has moved onto your neckline to your chest. He tears off your blouse spilling your breasts in the air. You quickly sit on the slab wrapping your arms around his neck but he continues teasing you by kissing over your neck, chest and around the nipples; and suddenly a chime freezes your heart.
A customer. Lord Diluc did mention a special guest would turn up after midnight which why you were being a dilly dally while working. A cresent blossoms over Kaeyaâs face. His crotch is pressed against your feminity while you cling onto him out of shame, out of concern for being seen. He has not moved an inch since the customer stepped in
âwe're already closed but I think we can offer special services.â He takes the bottle of wine and pours it over chest. âWhat do you think, Dainsleif?â
The customer approaches you slowly, one step at a time his eyes watch the crimson fluid stain your dress, drip down to your tummy. Kaeya licks off the wine from your chest, your cleavage still remains stained with red. The customer wipes off some of the wine running his index finger from your tummy up to your cleavage.
Lord Dainsleif is not an old customer of the master of Dawn Winery but he is a new customer to you. If anything you two shared was some accidental glances in past and now you two are going to share same air. The thought makes you welp.
âNot bad,â Dainsleif exclaims tasting the wine from his index-fingertip. His legs fold, knees touch the ground as Kaeya holds up your skirt for him. You still do not move, neither bother yo cover yourself up, but only look at Kaeya. âTsk, focus.â he says before taking one of your nipples in his mouth and suckling hard enough make you bite your bottom lip as Dainsleif licks your pussy clean of wine.
Kaeya holds your hand, fingers interlaced as he watched Dainsleif eat you out. âCâmon darling, spread your legs. It would be rude to not to offer Mondstat hospitality to our guest, hmmm, don't you think?â Kaeya exclaims watching your eyes begging more of him as Dainsleif gets himself drunk on you. The night feels incredibly warm despite cold gusts of winter striking the city. The moonlight vanishes as the cluster of clouds shrouds the moon, enveloping g the stars; even such natural harbinger of time can not seem to bear such obscenity.
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Can i request megumi comforting reader after a bad day? i need happy comfort fluff today and you words are magic
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Stargazing with Megumi
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Pairings : fem reader / Megumi
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Synopsis : Megumi takes you stargazing. Who knew he was such a space nerd?
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Content : fluff, comfort, cheesy/dorky flirting
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Note : đȘđź sprinkling cosmic happiness dust on u rn!! hope u feel better!!
Arms spread out, laid on your back in the cool grass as a humid summer breeze drifts by, looking up at the dusky purple sky as stars slowly start to appear one by one.
Megumi shifts around next to you, trying to get comfortable. He bends his knees, you glance at his legs and note how much longer his legs are than yours.
A soft sigh leaves his nose. He brings his hands together over his midriff and fidgets his fingers while stealing sideways glances of you.
One particular star in the sky has caught your attention. It shines like a jewel. You blink at it, ignoring all the other littler stars that are coming out.
"Megumi, which star is that?" you ask.
"That's Venus."
You stare at Venus. "Why is it so much brighter than the rest?" you wonder aloud.
Megumi looks over at you, his heart throbs, then he looks back to Venus.
"Because it has thick clouds that reflect lots of sunlight." he answers your curiosity, "Uh, and it's the closest to earth. You know, it's also the hottest planet in our solar system â because of its clouds."
He goes on a long, dorky ramble about planets and constellations. You smile and listen to him geek out about space.
ââââ
Just a few hours earlier, Megumi had found you lingering gloomily on the steps outside Jujutsu High.
He did a double take and furrowed his brows when he saw your weighted expression. Characteristically, he sunk his hands into his pockets and approached you coolly.
"What's that heavy face for?" he asked.
"Bad day." you shrugged.
"Oh..." he stiffened, "What happened? Do you want to talk about it?" he asked softly.
"No, nothing in particular happened." you replied, "It's just been one of those days, you know?"
He scrambled his brain for ideas that could make you feel better.
What would the others do?
What would Yuji do? He'd crack jokes until you smiled and then infect you with his contagious laughter. What would Nobara do? She'd take you out on the town for retail therapy â and hype you up in the fitting rooms until you felt like the hottest person in the world. What would Gojo do? Probably give you one of those bone-breaking hugs while saying something dumb like "Don't be sad, it's just life, kid."
But joking didn't come naturally to Megumi, and he didn't believe in retail therapy, and he was too shy and reserved to give you a bone-breaking hug, and he was too sensitive as a person to tell you to just get over it.
"Uh, do you want to stargaze with me?" he asked.
That was the only idea he could come up with. Laying in the grass and stargazing was something he did when life exhausted or disappointed him. The stars could call back his calmness.
ââââ
"... I feel bad for Mercury, it must be lonely without moons." Megumi finishes his long ramble about Mercury.
"I think I'm Mercury." you joke, laughing at yourself.
Megumi looks over at you, "Then I'll be your moon and keep you company."
Your cheeks warm up.
"Okay, then let's tell 'em to rename Mercury to Megumi and throw a me into its orbit, too."
Megumi fidgets with his fingers more as you and him flirt like dorks.
"... yeah, and then you can orbit around me." he nods.
"Sounds like a good time. I'd love to orbit around you."
His cheeks go red, but the lamps are too far away to illuminate his face and reveal his blush to you. So you just barely see his lips purse together into a smile.
"I'd also love to orbit around you. I could be like your moon admirer."
You burst out laughing at last, and then Megumi feels accomplished; he could actually fix your mood with some stargazing and dorky astral flirting.
For the rest of the night, he teaches you how to spot famous constellations and passionately talks about outer space. At some point, when he's saying something about Pluto, you zone out to his voice.
"... and you know, personally, if I were Pluto I'd be enraged. How dare they."
"You got a bone to pick with NASA, Megumi?" you chuckle.
"It wasn't NASA it was the IAU. And yes I have a bone to pick with them."
"So, why was Pluto downgraded to a dwarf planet?" you ask.
Megumi clicks his tongue, "Uhhh... something about it not absorbing surrounding debris or something? Like asteroids and stuff. But jeez, maybe the asteroids are Pluto's friends and he doesn't wanna absorb them, you know?"
You turn on your side and use your arm as a pillow. Megumi feels you looking at him, so he looks over at you.
"You're quite passionate."
"That's a nice way of calling me a space nerd."
"No, I mean it! I hardly ever see you talking so heatedly about anything. You're usually pretty calm."
Megumi smiles a little. "Bet it's funny to see me heated about big rocks floating in a vacuum, huh?"
"Yeah it's hilarious. Anyways... we should get back before we fall asleep here."
"Have you never slept under the stars? It's a great experience." Megumi says.
"I have not. But it's getting cold so... you better keep me warm."
Megumi tenses up as you snuggle him. The sudden closeness and feeling of your warmth and softness takes him aback and he goes completely silent.
You rest your head in the crook of his shoulder, sinking into him like a pillow.
"Hey Megumi?"
"Yes?"
"Isn't Venus the planet of love?"
"Yes...?"
"Nothing, nothing... just thinking."
His heart pounds.
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A different kind of Valentine
Summary: Your fiancĂ© breaks your heart on Valentineâs Day out of all days.
Pairing: former!(any male character) x fem!Reader, Mafia!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Warnings: angst, break-up, mentions/implied cheating, making out with a stranger, language, drinking, tipsy reader, a little fluff
Promises shouldnât be broken.
Promises are meant to be kept. Right?
Love should be strong and unbreakable. If you swear to someone that you love and adore them, you cannot take it back so easily.
How could your fiancé take the words he whispered lovingly not months ago back?
âI canât do this anymore,â he replied coolly when you asked why his suitcases were standing in the hallways. You believed he must go on yet another business trip.
That he wants to leave you never crossed your mind.
How foolish of you to believe that he wants to stay and keep his promises.
Shell-shocked you watched him grab your hand to slide his grandmotherâs ring off of your finger.
You couldnât think, speak, or even whimper. All you saw was the man you loved turn his back on you.
He stuffed the ring into his pocket, murmuring someone elseâs name under his breath. You knew the name. Once in a while, he mentioned his assistant.
Of course, he had to turn your breakup into a cliché. He had to bang his secretary and leave you for a younger model.
If not for the tears running down your face, and the heaviness in your heart, youâd laugh at the fucked-up situation. It felt like you ended up in a bad rom-com slash comedy movie. The only difference was people werenât laughing at the bad joke your life turned into.
âYou canât be serious,â oh, you finally found your voice. âWhy are you doing this? Did you get bored? Is it the wedding? We couldâve talked things out.â
âThatâs not it.â He grunted in your direction.
âIs she prettier? Better in bed,â you got angrier and louder. âDoes she like it up her ass? Is it that?â You threw the next best things at him, making a scene. âWhat is it? Huh? Is her cunt squeezing your tighter?â
âYouâre just not it!â He bit back and threw his hands up in surrender. âCan you not do this right now? How about you donât throw a tantrum? People break up all the time!â
âFive years and thatâs all I get?â You yelled. âI deserve better than a lame excuse! I want to know what happened to us!â
âI love her because I donât love you anymore!â He yelled back, making you flinch at his outburst. âItâs not only that the sex is better. Sheâs all I ever wanted in a woman. You got too comfortable and want to cuddle on the sofa instead of going out and blowing me off behind a bar.â
âWhat?â You huffed. âI was the one trying to drag you off the couch! You only ever went out with your buddies.â He ignored your tears, and that your voice cracked. âI guess this never mattered. You had to fulfill the clichĂ©. So, go ahead. We will see if she can make you happy.â
You stormed toward the door, blindly grabbing your keys and phone. It was impossible to stand there, staring at the gifts you placed on the coffee table in the living room.
âIf you are still here when I come back, Iâll stab you right in the face,â you looked over your shoulder at the man who used to be your moon and stars. âIf you touch my shit, you are a dead man. I will find you and your whore and turn you into dog food.â
âAnother one,â you slammed the glass down onto the bar counter. âMake it a double.â You placed fifty bucks onto the empty glass. âNo, give me the bottle. I think Iâll drink it at home.â
âWe donât sell the bottle for you to take it home,â the bartender gruffly replied.
âAre you fucking kidding me?â You glared at the burly guy. âI can drink the whole bottle at the bar, but I canât pay for it and take it home?â Quirking a brow, you look at the man.
âHouse rules.â
âFuck this,â you grabbed the fifty bucks and stuffed the money into your bra. âIâll get more at the next liquor store. Fuck you, and all of you.â
âAll of us?â The bartender asked with amusement.
Storming out of the bar you huffed again. âFuck Valentineâs Day.â You muttered and walked away, almost running a guy over.
You glared at him and bared your teeth.
âAssholes with a ding-dong between their legs. You are all the same. Useless and worthlessâŠâ
âHey, watch your step, doll,â the guy snickered when you threw your clutch at him. âOuch, what do you think you are doing?â The man caught your clutch just in time.
âFuck you too!â You poked two fingers into his chest. âYou are no better than the bartender and my lovely fiancĂ©. All of you are useless and have a limp dick. No man is worth my time.â
You snatched the clutch out of the manâs hands. âLanguage, lady,â he said, his voice now dangerously low. âIf you donât watch your tongue, someone might teach you some manners.â
âOh, and you are that kind of man,â you slapped him across the face with your clutch. âWho do you think you are?â Usually, you wouldnât attack a stranger in the dead of the night, but you were a little tipsy, and still mad because of the events of the day. âThreatening a woman.â
âSweet cheeks,â he said while rubbing his face. It was still red from the slap, and he considered his next step. âI wouldnât dare to raise my hand against you.â The man stepped closer to grab your clutch. âI saidââ He grabbed you by your throat and slammed you against the wall, âIâll teach you a lesson.â
âIâll scream,â you began to race. Maybe you messed with the wrong guy. âGet off me.â
âYeah, you will scream,â he smirked darkly and leaned closer to whisper in your ear. âIâll make you scream my name, doll. So, what will it be? Do you want me to make you scream, or do you want me to make you whimper my name?â
âThatâs not a choice!â You complained. âI have had enough of selfish men believing they can toy with me and my heart. Iâll cut yours out if you dare to touch me.â
âA cocky one,â he dropped his hand from your throat and pressed his hand against the wall, right next to your head. âTell me, doll. Who hurt such a sweet girl?â He looked you up and down, hungrily roaming your body with his eyes.
âHeââ You looked away and blinked a few times. âYouâre not my therapist, and Iâm not your problem.â
âYou made it my problem when you attacked me because a douchebag hurt you. So, again. Who hurt you, doll?â
God, he smelled so good, and his lips tenderly pressed against your earlobe. You didnât know what got into you, but you grasped for the stranger, taking him by supposed when you pressed your lips to his.
His hands grabbed your face, gently cradling it while he allowed you to dominate the kiss. âDoll,â he murmured against your lips. âYouâre a little drunk, huh?â
âMake me forget about him,â you pleaded and fisted his jacket. âHere and now. Come on. Donât be all talk.â
âIâd love to make you scream my name.â He pecked your lips twice. âI love me a crazy girl hitting me at first sight but, I wonât take advantage of you. Youâre hurt, drunk, and a little lost. Let me take you home.â
âI donât even know your name,â you gasped and stepped back. âI just kissed a stranger and asked him to fuck me. Whatâs wrong with me?â
âNothing is wrong with you, doll,â his features softened. âItâs alright. Iâm a nice guy.â He smirked and laughed as you stepped back again. âMy name is Bucky, okay. Iâll take you home if you want me to. Or I could call a cab for you.â
âY/N,â you murmured your name, embarrassed about your actions. âSorry. I didnât want to attack youâŠor kiss youâŠor ask you to fuck me.â
âY/N,â Bucky hummed. âA very nice name.â He said. âFor an even nicer woman.â Holding out his hand Bucky waited for you to take it. âI wonât bite, promised.â
âMaybe I like it when you bite me,â you challenged him.
âLetâs stick to getting the alcohol out of your system,â Bucky wrapped his arm around your shoulders when you didnât take his hand. âDoll, you shouldnât stay here. We started on the wrong foot, but Iâm not a bad guy.â
âWhat the shit!â You exclaimed loudly while you looked around your apartment. âThat bastard had the guts to unpack the gifts I got him before leaving our home to bang that bitch.â
âHmmâŠthat him?â Bucky lifted one of your picture frames. âHe looks like a douchebag. I was right.â
âWhy did you come with me again?â You glanced over your shoulder at the stranger in your home. âIâm good. Really.â
âI wonât leave a pretty dame in need alone on Valentineâs Day,â Bucky said. âNot after that man left you for some other woman.â
âIâm fine,â you lied. âJustâŠmad.â You shrugged. âI had the whole day planned; you know. Dinner at our favorite restaurant, the perfect gift, and naughty underwear toâŠâ You shook your head.
âHis loss,â Bucky shrugged while looking at one of the gift bags on the table. âIt shouldâve been him making big plans for Valentineâs Day. If you love your lady, you spoil her.â
âHe found someone prettier and sexier,â you sniffled. âHe told me so. The man I loved fell in love with his secretary because he doesnât love me anymore.â
âAgain, his loss,â he stepped closer to look inside the gift bag, taking the lingerie out. âRed lace, huh?â
âHe liked redâŠâ You snatched the underwear out of Buckyâs hands. âI wanted to turn him on. Itâs been a while since he was interested in doing more than sleep in our bedroom.â
âIâd say white suits you more,â Bucky threw the lingerie over his shoulder. âHow about you change into your favorite outfit, and I invite you for dinner. No strings attached, doll.â
âYou want to take me out?â You questioned.
âPlease let me take you out,â he stepped closer to grab your hand. âYou deserve to spend this day with someone who cares.â
âYou donât even know me.â
âYet,â he said. âLet me get to know you, please.â
You nodded and agreed to go out for dinner with Bucky. It was a risk, but one you were willing to take.
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âÂ·Ë àŒ * only bought this dress so you could take it off (take it off!)
warnings: iykykâŠ
pairing: percy jackson x daughter of hades and persephone
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this time aphrodite wasnât here to help you get ready which disappointed you in a way. this time percyâs mother helps. a plus side was that your brother would still be walking you down the aisle
âdoes it feel weird not living in your palace?â asks sally
âwell I lived there my whole life. I donât think I ever liked growing up in royalty though, my father was always controlling of me and my siblingsâ
âso Iâve heardâ
you nod your head. âit was awful. my sister even moved out when she was of age. I donât speak to her often either but Iâm hoping Iâll be able to visit some timeâ
âI didnât know you had a sister?â
âmelinoe. sheâs a goddessâ
âminor?â
âvery. my parents kind of wanted her to be kept a secret but I suppose I told you so itâs not really a secret anymoreâ you laugh
sally finishes tying your hair back and puts her hands on your shoulders. âyou look lovely. percy is very luckyâ
your cheeks flush a pink hue at the mere mention of your soon-to-be husband. good gods of olympusâ if someone told you a month ago you would be marrying him instead of his brother you wouldâve laughed in their face. yet here you are. you canât help but feel nervous about this, yes you had been seeing percy since you were twelve and you were beyond comfortable being in this relationship but what if he didnât feel that way? gods this whole marriage was your fault, I mean youâre only eighteen what if it was too early? did he actually not want to get married?
âoh, dear. you look like youâve seen a ghostâ
âI donât think I thought things throughâ
sally frowns and sits on the bench beside you. ânervous?â
âyes. do you think percy really wants to get married? or is he just saying it so I can be happy?â
â(name), marriage is the only topic he has been able to stay on since it happened. I can assure you he is over the moon about thisâ
you feel tears brewing in your eyes but you quickly push them back to prevent ruining your makeup. âreally?â
âyes, darling. Iâd never lie to youâ
you open your mouth to speak but the door opens, revealing your brother. âweâre starting in fiveâ
you turn back to sally and mutter a quiet âthank youâ before exiting the room with nico and you begin walking out to the double doors leading to the beach
âtake twoâ nico jokes, holding his arm out for you to link yours with, instead you throw your arms around him, without a doubt he returns the embrace
âthank you, nicoâ
âfor what?â
âfor being my brotherâ
âwell then youâll be happy to know Iâll always be your brother. even if you decide you hate meâ
you pull away with a sigh and loop your arms through his. âI think Iâm readyâ
âpromise me somethingâ
âanythingâ
âyouâll visit me in the underworldâ
âI will. Iâm sure percy isnât very welcome there anymore thoughâ
you both burst out into an uncontrollable laughter. when you try to get any words out your stopped but your inability to breathe
âoh my godsâ imagine dadâs face!â
the image of hades seeing your boyfriend husband fills your mind, making you lose any breath you had left. you decide to add onto the fit, âdo you knowâ how dad was so eager to get me married-â you breathe out âhe was obsessed with triton Iâm starting to think he likes him more than momâ
ânow thatâs a wedding I would like to attendâ
when both of your breathing steadies back to normal you collect yourself and wipe the slight tears that streamed down your face, fixing your hair to assure you like presentable for guests
âokay Iâm ready for real nowâ
âthen letâs get you married!â
you take in one last deep breath before opening the double doors and walking out onto the platform covering the sandy ground. the scent of salt water fills your scenes instantly. this time it wasnât because of your asshole ex husband. this may have been the most nerve wracking part of the weddingâ people watching your every move, but when your eyes meet a pair of sea-green ones your nerves feel at peace
when you finally make your way to the altar you hug nico once more before ushering him to his seat, then taking both percyâs hands into yours to prevent them from shaking anymore
âstrapless dress? howâd you know those are my favorites?â
your cheeks flush red and you roll your eyes. âshut upâ
âwant me to save the dirty talk for later? I understand, my mouth is sealedâ
when everyone finally settles the officiate begins speaking all that nonsense that they say at weddings. youâve never actually been to one but you supposed if you were in the crowd this might have been the perfect opportunity to take a nap. he talked on and on for what felt like forever until the vows and until the ending kissâ your personal favorite part. when he finally said the iconic âyou may kiss the brideâ you were sure youâve never seen percy move as fast as he did then, quickly throwing your arms around each other into a very non-audience appropriate kiss which on a normal day you wouldâve scolded percy for but you were to happy to care about anything right now
à©â©â§âË
you didnât end up getting home until around midnight unfortunately. and you should have seen it that the moment you got walked through the doors percy would be eagerly sliding your dress zipper down. you made him wait howeverâ finding it amusing every time you pulled his hands off you, making him wait until you were in your shared bedroom. after what felt like percyâs whole life (he was sure it had been) he was able to unzip your white dress
âyouâre quite eagerâ you laugh. percy ignores your comment and slides your dress off once the zipper was undone, you fumble with your legs to throw it on the floor, then connect your lips back with percyâs as you unbutton his white shirt
âhave I told you that you look gorgeous tonight?â he mumbles into your mouth, making butterflies erupt into a frenzy in your stomach
âfifteen timesâ
when finally you unbutton the rest of the shirt you tear it off and throw it to the sideâ you only hope it didnât hit anything important. percy then slides his hand from your bare waist to your underwear, and slowly slides them down your legs. you know for sure youâre not getting even a second of sleep tonight
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oh, the joy of having jeon jeongguk as a boyfriend | jjk
â pairing: boxer!jk x f. reader
â genre: fluff, slight smut | college!au, boxer!jk
â word count: 0.8k
â warnings: sleeveless jk, suggestive themes, usual boxer!jk and his gf shenanigans hahaha
â summary: you just want one bite.
â author's note: pls tell me im not the only one heavily affected by his vogue photoshoots D:
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âJust one, please?â
Youâve been at this for the past fifteen minutes. The first five you spent leaning your head on your boyfriendâs shoulder, enjoying the warmth on your cheek from the skin-on-skin contact. He was still unaware of your intentions, thinking it was just a silent gesture to initiate physical touch. Heâd put his arm around you then, squeezing you further into his side.
The second five minutes you spent tracing his tattoos with the tips of your fingers. You paid special attention to your favoritesâthe tiger lily, the Winners Never Quit wording, and the recently-discovered moon on his shoulder (which you recolored with your own mouth some weeks ago)âand gripped his arm a bit tighter when you got to his bicep. The black tank top heâs wearing gives you too much of an easy access that you didnât realize when you start squeezing your boyfriendâs bicep repeatedly like itâs your own personal stress ball.
âBabe, what are you doing?â
Jeonggukâs question triggered your next course of action, which you have been doing for the last one-third portion of the aforementioned fifteen minutes.
âCan I bite your arm?â was your opening line. When he blinks blankly, you continue with a paraphrased question, though it doesnât really cease Jeonggukâs confusion: âJust one bite, please?â
âWhy would you wanna bite my arm?â The puzzled look on Jeonggukâs face deepens, his thick eyebrows furrowing and scrunching up his face. A sliver of recognition flashes across his eyes as he squints at you in suspicion. âAre you horny again?â
âNo, no.â Youâre quick to deny. âItâs justââ You give the bicep in your grasp yet another squeeze, watching, fascinated, as the skin bounces firmly in your hand. ââso ⊠big, so sexy, so ⊠delicious.â Thereâs a giant drooling emoji in your head right now and Jeongguk can only stare in part amusement and part confusion at his entranced girlfriend.
âPlease, one bite?â
Your boyfriendâs eyes jump from your pleading eyes to your pouting lips, a tiny smile playing at the edge of his lips. The double piercing on the right side of his bottom lip taunts you, almost making you swerve to a whole new part of Jeonggukâs body to have between your lips and teeth. Oh, the joy of having a hot boyfriend.
âOkay.â
âOkay??â
âOkay, you can have one bite of my arm.â
You have your mouth on his arm not even a second after Jeongguk finishes his sentence. Sinking your teeth into the flesh, youâre careful to apply only a little pressure at the beginning before gradually adding more until you see Jeongguk grimacing from the corner of your eye. Itâs his fault, though, for only giving you one bite of this big, sexy, and delicious inked arm. Youâre just making the best use of the opportunity you were given.
In the seconds you spend attached to his arm, you think, why stop here? You could be doing so much more to this arm than just giving it a bite mark. So, with that in mind, you start to suck. The hiss Jeongguk lets out in surprise flashes something hot in your belly that you promptly ignore to continue your assault on his arm.
âI guess itâs kinda my fault, huh?â Jeongguk hums, his free hand tucking your hair behind your ear. The gesture seems sweet, innocent even, but the way he grips your nape after is anything but. âAlways flaunting my tattoos, flexing my arms ⊠even giving you surprise kisses. I wanted your attention and got more than what I asked for.â You pretend not to be affected by his words, now licking at the angry-red skin beneath the black ink. Jeongguk doesnât need to know how much this is turning you on.
âI didnât say anything about giving me a hickey, though.â
Jeonggukâs grip has moved from your nape to your hair, where he gives a slight tug to pull you away from his arm. When you look up, your blurry vision is met with Jeonggukâs piercing stare, making excitement course through your veins. You didnât plan for any of this to happenâyou just wanted to bite his arm, reallyâbut if Jeongguk wants to teach you a lesson for what you did to him, youâd happily be a good student and accept whatever he decides to give you.
âExactly,â you challenge him, grinning. âYou didnât say anything about it, therefore, thereâs no reason for me not to give you a hickey.â
âHuh.â He squints his eyes. âYou said you werenât horny, didnât you?â Your heart drops to your stomach as he leans forward to start tracing your neck with his nose, planting a tiny kiss on it. âSo it wonât be a problem if I donât let you cum while I use you to make myself cum, right?â The sickeningly-sweet smile on his lips contradicts the lewdness of his words. âYouâre not horny so you donât need to cum, am I right?â
Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.
Oh, the joy of having Jeon Jeongguk as a boyfriend.
â a/n: thank you for reading! feedbacks here would be very much appreciated :D
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Run Baby Run
Survive the Night: Day 2
Paring: Neteyam x Fem!Avatar!Reader x Lo'ak
Warnings: MDNI 18+, NON-CON, Fingering, predator/prey, explicit language, bondage, gagging, rough sex, biting/marking, mentions of bleeding/blood, blowjob, double penetration, anal
Word Count: 4.1k
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Event Masterlist
The RDA just landed back on Pandora about one month ago. Only now did they decided to wake up all the avatars from cryo. They are meant to aid in finding new land to build the main outpost on. After all, they do want to be cautious this time around, it has been 20 years since the last time the humans have been on the green bioluminescent moon. Â
You walk with your group of four through the forest trying to find a clearing for the RDA to dig up and start building on. There were many groups that were given specific parts of the moon to map out, collecting data for future use as well. Unfortunately for you, your group was placed in the Omatikayan territory. In their forestÂ
This section of the forest was not meant to be used as they will not interact well with humans after the last time they were around, which to you is understandable. What you do not account for is the predators that roam the forest. Your team consist of two ex-army soldiers, a scientist and a doctor, you.Â
Two big men with guns should be enough to keep you safe, but that just isnât true on an unfamiliar planet. You skip over tree roots as you make your path through the dense bush, occasionally turning back towards your grow to make sure they are still close behind you. Â
You make jokes and laugh as you move through but everything comes to a stop when an arrow with green and yellow feathers hit the chest of one of your men. You watch his body drop to the floor and spin around looking in the direction of the arrow. However, the naâvi blend in amazingly with the surroundings, you don't see jack shit.Â
The other man holds his gun up aiming at his surroundings ready to shoot anything that moves. The scientist calls in for back up but no one answers, something must be jamming your signal. Thats so odd, how can something stop your communications this deep into the forest, one of the main features of the tech that was designed to be used on Pandora was it only have one specific device to jam communications like that, and only humans have it so how is it out here?Â
Your thoughts get cut short when the other man is shot in the back, arrow sticking out of his chest when he falls onto his front. You make eye contact with the scientist before your both becomes panicked, âIs your tracker on? You can back track it and go back to the shipâ you ask her your tail sways anxiously in the air. âYea I got itâ she whispers and grips my hand as we look around. I give her hand a squeeze silently reminding her of the protocol we were supposed to follow.Â
If the group ever gets into an altercation, the remaining team is supposed to scatter into different directions, because the less people we lose, the better for the RDA. âReady?â you glance at her seeing her nod, âGo!â you shout and run in the opposite direction from her. You run as fast as you can away from the naâvi even though you canât see them. You have no intention of dying today.Â
You quickly make your way through the unfamiliar terrain, jumping over small logs and continuously running into big leaves. Honestly, it is upsetting you quite a bit at this point, are you not supposed to be taller? Why is everything hitting you in the face. Â
You are harshly pulled back to reality by the sound of heavy footsteps running after you. Not one pair, but two. âFuckâ The adrenaline running through your body makes you pick up speed, as if that was even possible and you feel like you are flying in your feet. You donât even take a second to look back, too scared at what you might see. The last thing you need is two giant blue creatures chasing you with knives.Â
In the distance you see a fallen tree âthis must be the remains of hometree from all those years agoâ you beeline straight for it. âNo way they would come in here this must be too painful for them.â You didnât take into consideration, some of the naâvi never had to go through the pain of losing hometree. Â
When you make it to the base of the tree, you glance behind you no longer hearing footsteps or seeing anyone, you still choose to hide out inside. The planet was getting darker but not so much that the bioluminescent effects came into view yet. When you walk in, as expected it is total darkness, besides the faint light that can be seen on the other end of the tree, which is now a tunnel. Grass has grown on the inside bottom of the tree and you are pretty sure you can make out the silhouette of vines handing from the top. You sit close to the entrance you came in and took the backpack off your back. Â
Rummaging through it to see if you have anything useful, you find a mini flashlight and some rope while you were searching for your tracker. But low and behold, nowhere in sight. It must have dropped out the side pocket while you were running but you didnât want to risk going back out there, at least not yet. Â
After a about 3 minutes of sitting with your legs to your chest, arms wrapped around them. You hear shuffling outside; the rustling of leaves makes your nauseous. The footsteps are back, they found you? Oh no you are about to die. You put your head down in the space between you praying to every form of God you know, Eywa included for the great mother to spare your life.Â
When the sounds stop you raise your head and scramble to flick the flashlight on, pointing it outwards in front you. Your view is blocked however when 4 muscular, blue legs come into view less than a meter away they stand, just starting at you. You love the flash light up their bodies, taking note of the rock-hard abs and strong veiny arms on both naâvi men, but what scared you would have to be the grins they were sporting, fangs on full display.Â
 The taller of the two was smirking down at you, his hair was braided and lose down his back, it was long properly as long as your hair. The other was ginning down at you sickeningly scary; his hair was also braided but pulled loosely into with a hair tie, a couple braids feel over one side of his face. Â
âYouâre about to dieâ Â
âWell well, brother look what we have hereâ the shorter one speaks up, he is speaking English, his tone was so condensing perfectly matching his facial expression. Yon only now realizes, this one has five fingers, like you. Â
âPlease just let me go...â tears wield up in your eyes your vision becoming blurry as you look up at them from your sitting position, âI'll never come back to the forest again pleaseâ your eyes shift from one brother to the next trying to hit a soft stop somewhere but you know they most likely don't have one for anyone who is a part of the RDA but you still try. Â
âLoâak look at this, it is about to cryâ the taller one chuckles darkly when he kneels down to your level, his four fingered hand comes up to your face swiping away the stray tears that fell down your face. The other man who you now learned is names Loâak, laughed at you. Â
âSuch a nice little figure too huh broâ he replied they were still ignoring your pleads as the chuckled at your terrified form. He kneels down next to his brother and gripped your calf and pulling your leg harshly away from your body. You underestimate his strength when he pulls you and your entire body drags on the grass making you scream. Either way, he doesn't let go, only gesturing for his brother to pull on your other leg. Â
Your pleads get louder and you accidentally drop the flashlight, it hits a rock breaking the light so now its darker, safe for the new found bioluminescent vines and grass that have grown on around the fallen tree. They chuckle and laugh at your scared gasped as the area got darker. You launch forward at their hands on your legs and try to get out of their grip, but they were too strong. Â
You give up trying to pry their hands off you and opt for kicking and screaming instead, they grips did not falter but you try anyway. âPlease, please let me go!â you shout out. The taller of the two speaks, âNo I donât think weâll be doing that, so can you stop... Itâs getting annoyingâ his voice is deep, stern. If you werenât so frightened for your life, you might think it was hot. âYea just relax a bit, and maybe we might let you go when were doneâ Loâak spoke. Â
âWhat? After what-â you were cut off by the taller pulling out a knife from the side of his loincloth and gripping your t-shirt at the top. âWait!â you try to use both your hands to keep his hand away as you cry, âEywa, Neteyam you are going to give the girl a heart attack, we canât fuck a dead girlâ he grins wickedly making Neteyam laugh. âWHAT?!â you scream, his words catch your attention and you loosen your grip on Neteyamâs wrist involuntarily giving him an opening to cut your top down the middle ripping it off. You pull your hands to cover your chest even though you were wearing a bra.Â
Both men effortlessly remove your hands from blocking the view as you squirm to get out of it, âWait- I wait- Boys canât we talk about this?â you try to reason with them but they ignore you once more. âSheâs quite pretty, even when she cries, Loâak you did a good job picking this oneâ He tilts his head to the side to look at his brother before turning back towards your smaller form. Â
âEywa yea, we are going to have so much fun with this oneâ Neteyam lets go of your wrist and moves to grab the rope that was sitting next to your backpack on the floor, âcanât do anything if her squirmy ass doesnât stop moving.âÂ
Loâak moves to sit behind you bringing your body flush to his chest holding both your wrist together in front of you. Neteyam straddles your legs so you canât kick him away as he wraps the rope tightly around your wrist. He pulls it tightly making red angry marks appear on your blue skin, you whimper and try to pull away but you are a bit slow, fighting them will not get you out of this situation, they were faster and stronger than you, clearly well-trained warriors. Â
Neteyam waste no time cutting off your belt and unbuttoning your pants, while Loâak holds you still. He rids your body of everything but your undergarments and now you lay in between two massive native men tied up and half naked. Maybe if they werenât threatening your life, you wouldnât have such a big problem with this. Â
âLoâak look at thisâ he pulls your legs open wide for him, holding onto your skin so tightly, you were sure he would leave marks. Loâak moved from behind you now situated next to his brother pulling your legs further apart to see what his brother was seeing. A small wet spot, barely noticeable but it was there, âif I didnât know any better, I'd say you like getting tied up and fucked Avatar.â Loâak chuckled, âand we havenât even touched you yetâ this brother spoke up as if they were finishing each otherâs sentences. Â
You wiggle and squirm but nothing you do seems to stop their actions. Eventually your pleading starts to irritate them so, they pull off your underwear and stuff the fabric in your mouth muffling your protest and only laugh at you when you try to speak. Loâakâs fingers immediately move to your pussy, it wets his fingers when he runs them through your folds, Neteyamâs hands join his making you mewl in protest, you did not want to admit if it felt good.
Your thoughts are pushing away however by the feeling of 4 fingers being inserted at the same time. Your scream at the stretch and pain you feel, but it's muffled by the fabric. You shift trying to make yourself more comfortable but nothing helps. You cry out when they start taking turning pumping in and out of you, their fingers getting soaked up in your essence making it drip down into their palms.Â
Your back arches at you watch them stare at your private parts, practically entranced by the amount of slick they are getting out of you. Thanks to naâvi anatomy, you know the slick the women produce is much more and much thicker than that of humans, to accommodate the massive size of the males' genitalia. Your body betrays you when you feel yourself opening up for them to fuck into. You cry and whimper as they hit that amazing spot inside you that you could have never seems to reach.Â
âPlease-â your voice is muffled and getting drier with every breath you take. âPlease? Your begging? Fucking whore, what do you want huh? to cum you think you deserve that?â Both mean speak harshly to you but you canât find it in yourself to decipher who said what. You arenât even sure if you are begging to come or if you are begging for them to stop. Either way you continue your whimpering and pleading until you finally gush on their fingers. Â
This doesnât stop them however, the donât stop when you're thrashing in their grip but just smugly look towards you observing your overstimulation. Eventually they do give up and pull out of you, both men sticking their fingers in their mouth sucking off your excess juice. Honestly, the sight turns you on but you donât want them to know that. Â
Your pulled to reality once more when they undo their loincloths simultaneously, cocks spring up into the air you glance back and forth between both men. They were fucking huge, you have only seen what the naâvi male genitalia look from photos but goddamn, its fucking huge, unless itâs just them. Neteyam ties his hair back into a half up half down hairstyle to get it out of his face, and Loâak pulls his knife out and cuts open your bra, exposing your breast to the cool air of the night.Â
Your tits bounce slightly and your nipples harden in the air, Loâak throws his knife aside before bringing his face down to bite and suck on them, you mewl as he does your head hits the ground under you and both your hands still tied together rest on his shoulder, your legs are pinned by his body but at this point, you have stopped fighting and ready to get over this. Â
It may be the only way to keep your life. Neteyam pushes Loâak off the bottom half of your body as he spreads your legs and pushes into you without any warning. You thought their fingers were much, you had no idea what you were in for. He doesnât give you time to adjust when he bottoms out, but starts bulling his cock into you, you fuck you like heâll never get the opportunity to fuck anyone ever again. Â
Your muffled screams meet their ears but they once again ignore you. Loâak grabs your thrashing tail in his hand and give it a firm yank making you yelp. He chuckles when your movements calm a bit due to the pain he just inflicted. His mouth moves away from your now purple swollen nipples and up to your neck. Neteyam bends down to the other side off your neck as he fucks into you and they both suck and kiss leaving deep purple marks. You just know it is going to look like someone strangled you. Â
You whimper and moan at the feeling of their fangs grazing your skin, what you donât expect is when they bite down hard on your soft skin. You are once again screaming into the muffled fabric, your nails grip and scratch on one of their shoulders but you arenât sure which one. You feel the warm blood running down your shoulder and neck, the bite hurts, but when they start lapping at your new wounds it becomes more bearable. They pay no mind to you as they continue biting and sucking on your skin, creating bite marks in their wake from your neck to your stomach.Â
Loâak pulls away from your body admiring their work and Neteyam starts grunting in your ear, heâs gonna come. The thought of him coming on your body sends you spiraling and you come on his cock not being able to hold it, his cock just feels so good fucking into you. When Neteyam releases he groans in your ear, you swear it is the sexiest thing you ever heard, you donât even realize he come deep inside you before pulling out.Â
Your hole is gapping and both brothers watch the cum ooze out of you slowly. Loâak taking his fingers and pushes it back in, curling his fingers up to the stop Neteyam was just bruising with his cock, the feeling makes you whimper but it doesnât last long.Â
Loâak lines himself up and pushes his cock into you now, you didnât even get a second to rest. He doesnât wait much like his brother when he starts pounding you into the floor. You moan and mewl as he fucks into you, almost as hard as his brother but not quite that much. Â
Neteyam moves to kneels next to your face, cock hanging heavy over your eyes as you watch him stroke it up and down. This are by far the sexiest men you have ever been with, and the stamina, you arenât even sure you can keep up but you are sure they are gonna cut you until you pass out. Â
He taps his cock head on your lips before pulling your underwear out from your mouth and throwing it to the side, with the rest of your forgotten clothes. he grabs your hair on the top of your head and pull your lips over the head of his cock, he thrust into your mouth pulling your head to meet his thrust and throws his head back while he does it, feeling your tongue trace the veins on his cock. When you near your next release you moan around him, sending vibrations through his body. Your anils now dig into his muscular thigh as you try to find something to hold on to. When you do gush on Loâakâs cock, he follows not far behind cumming inside you with a sweet moan, it's almost submissive the way he throws his head back.Â
After he comes down from his high and pulls out, he stares at your pussy watching your gaping hole pulse and clench around nothing. He pulls his eyes away from the sight and watches you suck on his brotherâs cock; he strokes his cock that is already hardening again and speaks to him in naâvi, saying something you didnât understand.Â
Neteyam smiles down at you wickedly as he pulls you up and away from his cock. âGet up evenge (girl)â he says as he pulls you to stand up by your hair. You have no idea what they said but it was so hot listening to them speak in their native tongue. When you are pulled up, your knees buckle almost instantly and you fall forward on to Loâak. He barely moves, standing strongly and catches you in his arms.Â
He lifts you like you weigh nothing and your legs come to wrap around his thin waist as he brushes stray hairs off your sweaty face. Neteyam comes and press his chest up against youâre back and pushing your chest into Loâakâs. You have no energy to hold yourself up so you rest your head on his shoulder. Your eyes feel drowsy and you blink slowly.Â
 âEver had anything up in here sevin (pretty)?â Neteyam ask you while his fingers brush over your puckering ass hole, he drags your mom mixture of cum down to the hole and push one of his fingers in. âNo! No pleaseâ you feel as if all the tiredness left your body when you jump up trying to get away from his touches but Loâak holds you tightly.Â
You should have known this was a trap, they were nice to you for no reason when they picked you up like a baby, you should have known they wanted to do something. Neteyam reaches around your body and cut the rope that was bounding you. Your wrist now sported red ligature marks about 3 inches thick, they really made sure you wouldnât get away. Â
All your fussing was for nothing when his finger squeezes into your tight hole deeper, your hands fly to Loâakâs back and you grip him as if he could somehow save you. Your nails dig into his skin when Neteyam inserts another finger pumping it a few times before you relax and he pulls out. Loâak inserts himself into your overstimulated cunt bottoming out inside you, but this time he didnât move.Â
Neteyam lined his cock head up to your other whole pushing it inside slowly, you felt both of their cocks touch inside you even though itâs in different holes. You head falls back on Neteyamâs shoulder as you babble and plead for them to stop. You hit and scratch at loak while tears fall down your cheeks as you cry your cute ânosâ and âplease stopsâ. Â
They find it sweet how much you are still trying to fight them down and not getting anywhere. When Neteyam bottoms out in your tight hole, you breath heavily as you try to adjust to him. When Loâak starts moving Neteyam slowly follows and their cocks move the way their fingers did earlier, they take turns thrusting into you. You cry and plead for them to âgo slowâ but they pay you no mind, only wrapped up in their own pleasure. Â
Eventually they are pounding into you, eyes shut tightly as you feel yourself loosen up enjoying the feeling of both men inside you. One particular thrust has you moaning loudly and they continue hitting that sweet spot. You blabber out nonscience bouncing up and down on both cocks, you have never been stretched out like this before, youâve never been fucked like this before.
Your mouth agape trying to catch your breath as they use you to chase their own orgasms, the words they spew at you goes in one ear and out the other, you cannot even make out what they are saying, you arenât even 100 percent sure they were speaking English. When you do cum on Loâakâs cock it's with a loud wail, you feel your own cunt pulse, gripping him inside you triggering his orgasm and Neteyam shortly after stuffing you full in both holes making you pass out in between their bodies.Â
When you awake you feel a warm body wrapped around yours as you lay on a soft blanket. You observe your surroundings and see Loâak sitting a couple feet to the side of you in what looks like a hut, which means Neteyam is curled around you. You raise your head confused as to why you are here, they never killed you, but they also never took you home. You hear the distinct sound of chains moving when you try to stretch your foot and you realized. They have you chained like some kind of vicious dog by your ankle, attached to pole in the center of the hut. Â
âAh you are awake avatar, what is your name?â Neteyamâs chest rumbles as he speaks to you. âI'm not telling youâ you feel like you throat was scratching as you swallow some no existent spit. Loâak hands you a cup of water and you chug it, âname girlâ he says sternly. ây/nâ you mumble.Â
âOh, thatâll fit perfectly on your new collarâ he gestures to the piece of fabric he was planning on sewing your name into. You arenât ever getting away from them.Â
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TAKE YOU DOWN A PEG âââ neil lewis â§đŠč
àłââ· âI want you. Your bones. Your body heat. The bite marks your teeth leave. To see how bad and beautiful those eyes look beneath me." â Beau Taplin.
pairing. sub!neil lewis x reader
summary. gumshoe videoâs got a rude customer who neil canât seem to banâŠ
warnings. swearing, voyeurism, unprotected sex, creampie, p in v, semi-public sex, breathplay, oral sex (m), cockwarming, degradation/insults, SMUT UNDER THE CUT!
word count. 5.3k
a/n. the hardest thing about writing this was scouring letterboxd for obscure films that i think neil would foam over. pls donât beat me to death if my film references miss the mark đ
Neil loves his job. Seriously, seriously, he does. It's completely self-satisfying, his personal passion project thatâs taken up a large amount of his life, and brings him the uttermost joy of allowing him to do what he does best: recommend films.Â
Gumshoe Video is like his fucking baby, and he takes care of it, immensely; he wipes down every tape every Sunday, he sweeps the floor and rearranges the furniture, he organizes the tapes almost constantly, and he does his hardest to provide stellar, passionate - if almost annoying - film advice. He wants the reviews up on this place, alright, otherwise it feels like heâs letting his baby down.Â
Now, if thereâs one thing Neil hates about his job, just one minor, teensy weensy thing, itâs probably you. You, the rude customer who came in three months ago and has come in everyday since.Â
The day you and Neil Lewis met was one just like the rest. Gumshoe Video was promoting old spaghetti westerns; Neil was wearing a cowboy hat and opening deliveries from a video tape shop in Calabasas that had closed down; you were coming off work and were daydreaming, dizzily entering shops to get your mind off the irritatingly mundane job you had. Unlike Neil, you fucking hate your job.Â
You had entered Gumshoe, browsing lazily through the Film Noir section, when Neil sprung up like a weed behind you, speaking animatedly about how the best film noirâs had to be Casablanca, Sunset Boulevard, or Double Indemnity, and if youâd ever watched them before.Â
As Neil blabbered on, your left eyebrow became increasingly raised. Finally having enough of him, you spoke. âSo, are you one of those guys that talk all over the girl and ask them if theyâve ever seen Citizen Kane, or if I can even name five Ingmar Bergman movies for you?â
Neil spluttered, flustered with being confronted about his obsessive cinephile talking habit of carrying the conversation away like a track runner in a relay race going off with the baton in the wrong direction. âWhat? I was just ââ
ââ name dropping film noirâs, âcause Iâm some ditzy, uncultured bimbo bitch who mistakenly walked in, right?â You said, rolling your eyes. Later, in retrospect, youâll wonder if you were too rude; then, youâll remember you donât give a fuck, you were having a bad day, and Neil Lewis had one hell of an annoying face.Â
Neilâs face grew offended, an irritated furrowed brow wiggling onto his features. âIf you donât want to watch what I recommend, you donât have to!â he exclaimed, arms up placatingly in the air.Â
âUh huh, okay, and you donât have to shove your pretentious cinephile knowledge up my ass.â
He just stared at you, boring his bright blue eyes into your own, face contorted so exasperatedly you might as well have climbed up to the stars, plucked the moon from the sky, and used it as a pillow.Â
My god, Neil thought. Are you just a rude customer? Or did you get off on berating small businesses like a sadistic freak?
After a moment of you two staring each other down in the fluorescent artificial light of Gumshoe, both looking terribly affronted, you left.Â
Neil would then rant about this âinsane customerâ for at least twelve hours straight to anyone whoâd liste. The next day, the distasteful experience was extremely close to thereby fully exiting his mind, but didnât, because you, yes, you, walked in again.Â
You shot straight daggers with your eyes at Neil, but your expression became soft, demure, and gentle when you saw Jonathan manning the register instead. You trailed through the aisles unperturbed, Jonathan too busy sporting a hangover from working the late shift at that obscure speakeasy copycat bar (in which, as often as possible, he would sneak a shot to stay awake) to recommend films.Â
In any case, that was Neilâs job, and Jonathan leaned over to whisper in his ear: âNeil, man, do me a favor and please distract that customer -- fuck, this headacheâs killing meâŠâ
Neil protested, shaking his head rapidly. âThatâs her.â
âHer who?â
âHer! The - customer who -- who yelled at me!âÂ
Jonathan blinked blearily, clearly still too incapacitated to think about the matter much. âShe yelled at you⊠and sheâs back. Here. And why exactly is thatâŠ?â
âTo yell at me sâmore, probably!â Neil whisper-shouted incredulously.Â
Suddenly, you broke Neil and Jonathan out of their not-so-quiet argument by slamming down Gumshoe Videoâs copies of Casablanca, Sunset Boulevard, and Double Indemnity. The irony did not miss Neil - honestly, it was a little on the nose, even for him.Â
âThought Iâd see what all the rage was.â you explained âsweetlyâ, gesturing to Neil as you spoke, indignation seeping through your every word. Your grudge was, well, mostly unexplained, âcept for the fact you yourself were an avid cinephile, had watched those three movies more than you could count, and did not take Neilâs âhave you watched these beforeâ kindly.Â
Thus started you and Neilâs long-winded rivalry slash animosity slash terribly caustic back-and-forth correspondence.Â
You keep coming to Gumshoe Video, because, despite your anger towards Neil, you fucking adore the place. The films are downright amazing, the atmosphere is like fucking heaven with the walls lined full of video tapes, decorated in classic film props, campy lifesize cardboard cutouts making you jump at every turn, and Gumshoe Videoâs concept is insanely different (and lightyears better) than the corporate monolith that is Media Giant.Â
He keeps coming to Gumshoe Video because, again, Neil loves his job, and treats Gumshoe like he carried it for nine months and has been lovingly raising it for the five years it's been open.Â
From that first incident, you and Neilâs relationship twisted a little into something like this: you come in, insult him on whatever costume heâs wearing, return the tapes you rented the other night, argue with him for exactly an hour and a half on the couch, insult him for another ten as you browse the store, ignore his film recommendations, and rent three more movies.Â
He waits for you to enter, wears the ugliest costume he owns to visually assault you, gladly takes the tapes back, argues with you for 1 and Âœ hours, fires back retorts as you insult him, recommends movies he thinks will make you jump out your apartment window, and gives you your movies.Â
Youâre the minor, teensy weensy headache Neil experiences everyday, but at least, at the very least, Gumshoe makes daily dollars from your rentals - kinda like the payback or relief fund a town gets after a hurricaneâs run through it.Â
But, (somewhat?) shamefully⊠thereâs a reason Neil doesnât just ban you from the store and live his life without ever thinking of you again.Â
This reason occurred to him a month ago, when he was in the backroom, pasting barcodes and information stickers on tapes that were yet to be placed in the store. You were looking for the washroom, awkwardly stumbling through the back hallway of Gumshoe Video, and since you couldnât find Neil â he, in spite of the nature of your relationship, trusted you to look around and rent the tapes by yourself, having done it several times while arguing with him at the counter â you had to brave through it alone.
Now, the thing about the room Neil was in â more of a shoe closet than a room, honestly â was that it was locked from the outside, and he didnât have the key. The key was currently in the hands of one Lucien, who had gone to buy takeout for the two of them because of the late night cataloging of new tapes ahead of them.Â
And⊠he was taking about a hundred years to come back because he was trying to get the cashierâs number at their usual Chinese restaurant.Â
Anyway, imagine this: youâre looking for the washroom, and the door to a small room is propped open. You enter, donât think much of the small stack of empty tape boxes acting as a door stopper, and let it close. The light in there is dim, just a shitty little ceiling light; Neil turns, tapes in his hand; you turn, after closing the door.Â
Finally, remember: the room is more of a shoe closet than a room.
âJesus -- christ!â Neil yelped, startled at your sudden appearance. âWhat -- the hell are you doing here?âÂ
âI take it this isnât the bathroom?â You murmured, ignoring his question and shifting uncomfortably. Seriously, the tape closet was only meant for one person in it at a time.Â
If the lights were brighter, you wouldâve seen how hard Neil rolled his eyes; they almost rolled out of his head. âWell, I donât think so, given the lack of toilet, sink, and light, no.â
âWell, Neil,â you purred, hot breath curling around the sensitive skin of his neck, âmaybe, just maybe, you should have a sign for the bathroom, so I donât have my tits any closer to your face than I want them to.â You said this sweetly, voice husky, low, and oddly sultry, but Neil knew better than that: you probably wanted to fucking kill him right now.
You were right, though; your tits were flush Neilâs bandy chest, the heat between you two growing the longer you were this close in proximity.Â
âNow get me out of here,â you said quickly after, ignoring how warm Neil felt against your body. Youâd turned so your back faced him, hands twisting at the silver knob of the door - which, Neil honestly didnât know why was there, considering it didnât fucking work.Â
Neil sighed. âThe door locks from the outside.âÂ
âWhat?â You said, distracted by leaning down to press your weight against the door like it was just sticky. Moments later, ââŠWhat?â you all but shrieked, hands falling from the knob, turning to face him once more.Â
And, again, if the lights were brighter youâd have seen Neilâs face better: he was bright fucking red, because, apparently not accounting for the small space of the room, youâd leaned and obliviously had your ass pressed right against him. It didnât help that his large, warm hands, having long since dropped the tapes he was labeling, hung near the flesh of your rear, having nowhere else to go in the limited space.
Neil thanked the small mercy God graced upon him that there wasnât any kind of friction, so his soft cock remained just that: soft, and barely noticed by you.Â
âThe door locks from the outside.â Neil repeated breathlessly, the amount of air in the shoe-box room being incredibly small, too small to share between the two of you.Â
âFuckingâŠâ You cursed under your breath, shaking your head in disbelief. âSo, what, we have to stay here âtill someone busts us out? Whatâre you gonna do if I go batshit and eat you or something?â
âFor one, Lucien isnât going to take that long to come back. Anyway, whyâre you assuming youâll overpower me - what if I go batshit and tear into you?â
You snorted, like the connotation he could overpower you was completely implausible. âNeil, Neil, Neil,â you repeated nonsensically, before lifting a hand up to his shoulder and digging your nails into him, the fabric of his shirt obviously not thick enough to distort your strength. âI could have you pinned down in less than a minute. I do other things than watch movies all day, unlike your lanky ass.â
Neil merely let out a chagrined laugh in response, hands clammy at the thought: you pinning him downâ he then shook himself mentally, about to slap himself upside the head. Fucking hell, this situation was doing things to him.Â
âYou donât believe me?â You retorted with a raised brow. Swiftly, your hands curled around Neilâs wrists, pinning them behind him and pressing his back against you. âHow about now, huh?â you whispered softly in his ear, making his head swim.Â
Your chin rested on his shoulder, your nose brushing against his neck, and it took everything in Neil not to let out a breathy keen â this was all too much for him: your touch, your voice, and the apparent dawning on him that he found you terribly, massively, attractive.Â
âFuck, I, er - - um,â Neil scrambled for a response, when the door to the tape closet suddenly opened. Your hands released him immediately, and you strided out, breathing in deeply.Â
On the other side stood Lucien, plastic takeout bag in one hand, closet key in the other. âWhat happened to you?â he asked confusedly, as Neil filed out after you, gaze trained on your stretching figure walking off.Â
âWe got, uh -- locked, in the- in the tape closet.â Neil murmured, thoughts still fuzzy from your rough touch.Â
âWith her?â Lucien shuddered, handing Neil the chinese takeout bag sympathetically. âYou need this food more than I do.â
So, there it was. Neilâs reason. He wouldâve called you an insufferable bitch that he never wanted to see enter Gumshoe Video ever again hundreds of times by now â if your sensual voice insulting him didnât get him all tight in the pants.Â
He began having thoughts â thoughts of you. You, whispering vulgar, humiliating words in his ear, your hands carding his hair, pulling tight against his scalp, selfishly making him do whatever you wanted him to do, no matter his pleas.Â
The fantasy was unlike anything Neil had dreamed up before, having always believed it should be him on top, him controlling the situation, him dominating â but it wasnât a bad one. Heâd come faster than he ever did before, just by imagining you were rolling your hips into his own⊠your strength pinning him down⊠your lips brushing past the shell of his ear, telling him he was so fucking dirty, so filthy for being this needy.Â
However, that was all just a vague, distant pipedream, especially with how you seem to actually hate him. All the interaction heâd had with you consisted of poisonous, irritated words, insults and curses â which had him feeling both incredibly turned on, and sick at the fact he was attracted to you just by being mean to him.Â
Sometime after that, nearing the end of the work day, Neil was the only one left there: Jonathan had taken the morning shift, and Lucien was, surprisingly, on a date with the cashier at their usual Chinese restaurant place. Looks like he succeeded in getting her number, while Neil had been pressed against you in that tiny tape closet, moments away from getting a hard-on.Â
So, Neil was the only one there - and you were the only customer there. Your daily routine of stopping by and verbally attacking him was late today, so it was nearing midnight when you and Neil sat on the couch and began arguing.Â
âIâm sure your âmanlyâ ego isnât at all pathetic and easily hurt by the superiority of Mia Farrowâs performance in Rosemaryâs Baby.â You spat, leaning into the diverse array of old throw pillows that sat on the couch day after day.Â
Neil rolled his eyes, hands up in the air animatedly. âMy manly ego - and I donât enjoy the sarcasm nor the air quotes youâre using - isnât pathetic, nor easily hurt! Mia Farrow just wasnât better than John Cassavetes was. I stand by the fact they were equal.â
You let out a disbelieving laugh, your hand coming down on Neilâs knee to dig into him angrily. âNeil, I donât expect you to understand her performance - I donât think anyone does, not with that little cinephile brain you have. Do you do any thinking up there, or is it just The Treasure of the Sierra Madre on rewind?â
Neil flushed, both at the insults and how your hand was on his fucking leg. âWhat about you? What is it that makes you keep coming back here if you think my opinion is so⊠worthless and entitled?âÂ
You grit your teeth, leaning in closer to him. âBecause, Neil, this is the only other video tape shop for miles, and I will not be caught dead at Media Giant. Trust me, I despise this - âarrangementâ of ours, far more than you do.â
He huffed, his gaze trailing over your features, unable to come up with a response: he was too busy focussing, trying not to zero in on how your face was inches away from one his, your fingers oddly inching up his thigh.Â
âDonât go making this about me. Why is it,â your continued, hands traced dizzying circles into the fabric of his jeans, âthat you donât just kick me out? I come in here, day after day, berating you, ignoring your recommendations⊠shouldnât I have been banned a long time ago?â
Neil gulped. âYouâre still a - a customer, one who rents daily I might addââ
You smirked up at him. âDonât lie to me. I know Gumshoeâs doing just fine⊠and I heard you, yâknow? Last week⊠in your office.â
âWhat? What are you talking about?â He stammered out, racking his head for what he mightâve been doing in his officeâ fuck.Â
Fuck, he thought, mind racing rapidly, he thought you had already left by the time he startedâÂ
âI heard you, hiding in your office⊠stroking yourself, moaning my name.âÂ
Youâd rented just one tape last Friday, for a movie date with a guy from work, and you almost left - before realizing Neil took your membership card and never gave it back. You waltzed back in, and to your obvious surprise, Neil wasnât at the register.Â
âNeil?â You called out softly, trying not to spark an argument with him that would span hours, because you were trying to show up to this date on time.Â
You walked down the back hallway, and found his office door, which had a gleaming NEIL LEWIS printed on its foggy glass.Â
Your hand had almost reached for the handle, his name on the tip of your tongue, when you heard a needy whine slip past the door. Shocked, you lingered and pulled your hand away, pressing your ear against the pane to listen closer.Â
âGod, fuck,â you heard Neil curse, his name slipping from your lips like a prayer. âNeed you so bad,â you heard him whisper to no-one but himself, before a low moan belted out of him.Â
Your face grew warm, immediately, flushed at the news that Neil-fuckinâ-Lewis was jerking off, in his office, mumbling your name. You squeezed your eyes shut, continuing to listen to his pretty voice, and after several moments of your lust-riddled mind drinking in his sweet noises, how he was so focussed on his pleasure while completely oblivious to your listening in, you found one of your hands coming up to tweak your erect nipple â fuck, his stuttered little moans had your cunt pulsing with utter need.
Neil was getting close, you could tell, hearing him buck into - what you assumed - was his wooden desk, sloppily muffled mewls leaving his mouth.Â
You were biting down on your lip, hard, an incredible amount of self control in place. The man was so horny, sounding so fucking submissive it drove you insane: just the thought that heâd bend to your will and do whatever you wanted made your legs clench.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending who you ask, you felt your phone begin buzzing in the waistband of your modesty shorts - probably the date you were late for - and you had quickly fled.Â
âOh, jesus,â Neil blurted out now, alarmed, immediately in the flight part of fight or flight. âI- whatever you heard, I can - I can explain, really, so please donâtââ
Your hand gripped his thigh, keeping him from getting up. âHey, hey, shh,â you said, bringing a finger to your lips. âYou donât have to explain yourself. I know, just as well as you do, how bad you want me.â
Truly, Neil couldnât control himself that night. You had walked in, wearing a delicious little dress with a sweetheart neckline, strolling around in 3-inch heels, cooing mockingly at his costume for that weekâs theme â a criminal wearing nifty little handcuffs to promote the double feature promotion of crime films and dramas â purposely leaning down to make him feel smaller than you.Â
Neil had flushed, looking away, willing himself not to let out a needy groan at your get-up, instead silently checking out your tape rentals and quickly handing them back to you. After youâd walked out of the store, heâd dashed to his office, feeling the tent in his pants grow warm, aching.Â
Quite similarly to how he felt now, your eyes coursing over his entire form, so close Neil felt himself sinking into the couch.Â
âLook how fucking hard you are already.â you whispered, hand drawing away from his thigh and reaching for the bulge in his jeans, palming him between the fabric. âDoes it turn you on? The fact you got caught?â
Neilâs breath hitched. âFuck, please, IââÂ
âYouâre so pathetic.â You said, laughing at him. âI can feel how big you are, such a thick cock, and all you know how to do with it is beg.â
Your plush lips were curled into a cheshire grin, baring your sharp teeth at him, and Neil was ashamed at how badly he wanted those teeth to press painful bites into his sensitive skin.Â
He was about to whine again, plead desperately, but he shut up when you slipped off the couch, sinking to your knees, fingers undoing his belt buckle and fly. Shifting his jeans down, you dipped your hand down the waistband of his boxers and pulled his cock out: it was angry, hard and begging for release.Â
But you wanted to tease him before you got to the good part. First, your warm breath fanned over his cock, making him jump, trying to rut up into your mouth, and your soft lips slipping past his leaking head had his hands tugging at your hair, trying to pull you closer to him.Â
You thinned your eyes and got up, hand pressing his cheeks together and forcing his jaw open. You spit into his mouth, then patronizingly patted his face, âDo that again and I wonât touch you - Iâll take my tapes and leave you a needy fucking mess on this couch.â
Neil groaned, your spit foreign and hot on his tongue like lava. âGod, I⊠I just wanna â want you so bad.âÂ
You tutted, sinking back down on your knees to face his rock hard length up and pressed flat against his abdomen. âNot yet. You havenât earned it, you desperate fucking pervert. Dâyou know who jerks off in their office to someone they barely know? Fucking perverts.â
He leaned his head back, a moan leaving his lips at your insulting choice of words. It felt like you were torturing him, but his body wanted nothing more than you.Â
Your lips then ghosted past him for another moment before you started your assault on his strained cock: you laid tentative kitten licks all the way down his length, enjoying how he squirmed under you, wanting nothing more but your wet mouth around him. Then, without warning, you took him in your mouth whole, tongue dragging and curling around his cock. You devoured him salaciously, hollowing your cheeks, sliding his cock in and out of your full mouth at an alarming speed, hitting the back of your neck with each thrust.Â
Your tongue felt heavenly on his cock: wet, warm, and sticky, lapping at him without stopping. Your teeth grazed against him lightly, and Neilâs back arched into your touch.Â
He was practically convulsing now, drooling as his eyes rolled to the back of his head at the pure pleasure you were inflicting on him with no split second or moment for him to regain his composure. You wanted to see him fall apart, come undone just by your mouth, he realized, and he wanted to let you, wanted to let go â but, as fast as youâd taken his hard cock into your mouth, you let him drop from your lips.Â
âWhy did you - please, fuck -- why did you stop?!â Neil whimpered noisily, head rolling onto his chest to look down at your face: lips plump, faint tear tracks running off your cheeks, your gagged spit falling from your chin.Â
âI oughta take you down a peg, Neil. Show you what a dumb fucking loser you are, pretending youâre so confident, so dominant, like you know everything there is about movies.â You responded nonchalantly, getting up and shedding your panties and leggings.Â
âMânot dumb,â he whined, looking at you through heavy lidded eyes, âgod, youâre killing me here.â
âYouâll live,â you grinned, climbing on his lap and lining your wet sex with the fat head of his cock. Then you descended down on him, watching blissfully as his cock disappeared into your folds.
Neilâs hands wrapped around your waist, burying his face into your neck. He mewled against your skin, drunk on your tantalizing scent, lips wet with drool and leaving a slick trail.Â
Despite your dominance in this situation, completely controlling Neilâs pleasure, you couldnât control your own: Neilâs cock felt fucking good, long and thick in all the right places, a curve that arched right against your cervix, veins rubbing against your walls pleasantly. He stretched your cunt completely, making you wince, but there was still pleasure there, the feeling of your crevices being filled with his fat cock making your toes curl.Â
After a moment of getting used to his cock, you rose back up, then sunk down, your hands gripping his shoulders for dear life. Neilâs head shot back, a labored cry leaving him as you set a steady, almost too slow pace, torturously sliding his cock in and out of your tight hole.Â
Your hands trailed across his still-clothed chest, and you grieved the chance lost to have stripped him, your touch teasing him every step of the way â but having him deep within you was probably better.Â
âYour- fuck, youâre so -- so soft,â Neil squeaked below you, revelling in how you took him, bottoming out each time like it was nothing.Â
You simpered at his words, how helpless he was, succumbing to the pleasure; to you. âKnew you were,â you slammed down on his cock, making Neil choke, âpretending to be arrogant. You just needed someone to put you in your place.âÂ
Neil hadnât realized it wasnât a rhetorical question until your hand came up to his hair, tangling through his locks and tugging. âWho dâyou belong to? Who put you in your place?â you murmured lowly.Â
He whimpered at your roughness, leaning into the sofa obediently. âYou! You own me,â he pleaded, desperately chasing his own pleasure.Â
âThatâs it,â you said, shutting your eyes, bobbing up and down on his cock faster. Your ass bounced above him, and Neilâs hands rested on the flesh of your rear, massaging you.Â
Greedily, Neil tried to thrust into you, but you werenât having any of it, deterring his attempts by pushing him so he laid flat on the couch, your hands pinning his wrists above his head, the new position pushing him deeper into you.Â
âYou stay down, you dirty fuckinâ loser,â you said caustically, but your actions said otherwise: your walls were squeezing around him needily, your cunt sucking him in so far you could feel his balls brushing against your clit.Â
The tip of his cock brushed past your g-spot each time you rutted into him, and soon enough you felt it: that pulsing, that heat, that familiar coiling within your insides. Neil was reaching it too, his face flushed pink and his breathing as heavy as it was back then, in the tape closet.Â
You began thumping down on him, your fingers tightening around his scalp. Your pace had gotten feverish, bordering feral, both your minds focussed on one thing: release. You could feel your cunt tensing, your mind going foggy, and then, there it was: your pleasure ran through you like electric current, shocking your body. You felt numb, tingly like when the blood flow to your arm gets cut off for a moment, making your pace stutter.Â
You didnât stop, however, riding out your high on his cock, bouncing up and down on Neilâs thick length. He felt fucking delicious, piercing you in all the right ways, and you adored how malleable he was right now: so horny and submissive he stopped speaking and was merely letting dirty moans leave his mouth without any protest. His gaze, his focus, was elsewhere, lost in the deep haze of pleasure your cunt was subjecting him too.Â
You leaned down, pressing small love-bites onto his skin like heâd fantasized so many times before, and it broke him out of his stupor. âDid you think of this, in your office?â you whispered, âdid you think of me, my tits bouncing, your cock deep in my cunt?â
âUgh,â Neil groaned, reveling in how your seductive voice sounded like music. He was much, much closer than he thought, and when you licked up his jaw, your hot breath on the shell of his ear making him sweat, your cunt still fucking him roughly, he let go.Â
You felt it first, the familiar liquid bursting past his thick head and painting your fleshy walls creamy, like a new coat of alabaster that Gumshoe desperately needed.Â
âSo good, so wet,â Neil groaned, shutting his eyes and pressing his forehead to yours. You stared at him, watching his lewd expression throughout his entire high, waiting for that beautiful blue gaze of his to open and face you again.Â
âIâm milking you dry. Look how fucking full youâve made me, you filthy pervert.â You were taking him for every drop he could offer, and it was delectable.Â
You two were heaving now, both coming down from your highs. Youâd effectively ruined the couch, your slick soaking the cushions and his jeans, as well as his come, which was leaning out of your still-stuffed hole.Â
âI think youâve gotta replace this manky ass couch, Neil,â was the first thing you said, your hands sliding down from their grip in his hair to his pink cheeks, rubbing his skin delicately.Â
His eyes opened, watching you carefully. âIt was about time,â Neil shrugged breathlessly. âDo you⊠do you actually - hate me?â he continued, murmuring self-consciously.Â
You laughed, but it wasnât sharp, not at him like before, no; it was tender, like a scarf Neil wanted to wrap around him in the winter time.
âI never hated you,â you murmured, tone reverent, âyouâre just a little, how does it goâŠâ
âPresumptuous?â Neil finished for you.Â
You nodded, then grasped at his shirt and pulled him from the couch so he was sitting upright again. âJusâ wanted to, ahem, âtake you down a pegâ like I said earlier..â you trailed off, cheeks growing warm remembering your earlier behavior during sex.Â
This was all very new, to the both of you â you, in all your relationships and flings, were not the dominant partner. You guessed there was a first time for everything.
Then, you were about to get off his lap, but Neil held you steady on his cock. âDonât go,â he said simply. âIâve got Brief Encounter in the player, if you want to, yâknowâŠâÂ
He wasnât hard anymore, but it just felt good, cozy, having you two talk and regain your composure with him filling you nicely. It felt right.Â
You smiled, a gummy, blissful smile. âOkay. Iâve actually never seen this,â you said, turning to face the tv, wincing slightly.Â
âReally?â Neil said, an amazed joy seeping into his voice.Â
âIâm joking,â you snorted, and you could practically see Neil pouting behind you. âBut I donât think weâll be paying much attentionâŠâ you purred, clenching your thighs around his length.Â
âJesus fuck,â Neil groaned behind you, hands coming under your shirt, âyouâre exactly like those movies.â
âIâm even better, baby.âÂ
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Monster Mayhem: Donkeys & Dragons
Gender Neutral Reader x Malleus Draconia Word Count: 3.0k
Summary: In which your friends are idiots who think gallivanting around a haunted castle surrounded by lava is a great idea. And then there's a dragon.
ie. Or, I watched Shrek this afternoon and could not stop thinking about the memes of the Prefect being Donkey and Malleus as the Dragon.
[PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 3] [PART 4] [EPILOGUE]
âTreasure beyond your wildest dreams!â Ace said.
âKnowledge long since lost to time!â Deuce corrected.
âYeah, okay, but what is it,â you asked.
And neither of them had an answer.
Abandoned castles suspended over a sea of bubbling lava were not your preferred holiday destination. Youâd told Ace this several times. Youâd begged, pleaded, to please just be normal for once. But noooo. Both the snarky, ginger, bastard and the other half of his singular brain cell had apparently decided that suicide ala boiling rocks sounded like a perfectly lovely plan for your Saturday evening.
âIâm just saying,â you huffed as the rope bridge swung worryingly beneath your feet, âtaverns are a thing. Faires. Market runs. Casual side quests that wonât wind up with us being flambeed alive.â
âBut thereâs treasure!â Ace complained, the muddled light off the lava below illuminating his pout in a way that made it look especially punchable. âI heard thereâs this really awesome magical sword! Or maybe it was a shield or somethingââ
âOr something,â you grit out. âWhat if itâs a book, huh? You canât even read.â
âWe can try!â Deuce returned, a spark of that familiar determination zipping through his blue eyes.
âOr we can sell it,â Ace said, which was certainly the more likely option of the two.
One of the rickety, wooden, slats cracked beneath the low heel of your boot and tumbled down into the lava below. Maybe it hit the gurgling pool of death with a hiss, or a whump, or some other cool sound. But all you could hear was the ringing in your ears.
âOh my god. Iâm going to die.â
âI mean, maybe,â Ace shrugged. âBut at least youâll have a cool new sword propped up at your grave or something.â
You managed to make it all the way to the other side of the horrible death bridge without plummeting to your doom. Except now you were standing at the foot an equally horrifying castle. It was massiveâgrand on a scale that seemed entirely impossible for something constructed in the heart of a volcano. Its dozens of ebony spires clawed at the sky. The walls crawled with grey ivy and thickets of thorns so dense that you couldnât see even the barest hint of brick beneath. It looked evil in the way that cursed tombs felt evilâeternal, and still, and oppressive. Like a creature in its own right rather than just an agglomeration of black stone.
Ace drew his sword and Deuce readied his axe. You sighed and plucked at the strings of your stupid fucking lute, and wished once more that youâd had the foresight all those moons ago to take the cushy internship position Lord Crewel had tried to offer you. But, no. Youâd wanted to be an adventurer.
The massive double doors of the entrance swung open with an eerie groan. A pair of stern looking gargoyles stood guard as the three of you cautiously made your way into the castle. You swore you could feel their eyes following youâthat youâd seen them flex jagged claws into their stone perches in an aborted attempt to dive after you.
The inside of the looming fortress was no more welcoming than out. Dark, emerald, stained glass windows lined the wallsâsmothering any of the warmer light from the volcano and tinting the entire hall a sickly green-grey. The stone floors and walls were elaborately carved with the faded stories of dynasties long since passed, but what had once surely been immaculate craftsmanship had shifted and cracked with ageâcrushing floors into tight slopes and littering already narrow walkways with heavy debris.
âWe just have to find the tallest tower,â Ace hummed, swiping at a few dangling trails of thorns with the blunted edge of his blade. âAnd then the highest room in that.â
âThe treasure is never in the highest room in the tallest tower,â you complained. âYou just heard that in a drinking song once.â
âIs that true?â Deuce frowned, looking terribly betrayed.
âNo way!â Ace snipped. âI told you! An old crone read my fortune in her bone dice, and she said to always check the highest room in the tallest tower! Because thatâs where Iâd find my greatest treasure!â
âMaybe the greatest treasure is the friends weâve made along the way?â Deuce suggested helpfully.
âNo.â
So you split off from a grouchy Ace and dejected Deuce to try and find some stairs. Every room in this stupid castle was swimming in so many shadows that you could hardly tell right from left, let alone if there were any kinds of secret doors or passageways that may lead to an equally secret tower. The chamber youâd found yourself in now was gigantic, and each tentative step you took echoed discordantly through the ashy gloom. You kicked miserably at a loose rock and it skittered off into the darkness with a dull thunk. And then something⊠odd, began to happen. That darkness began to moveâto rise and unfurl like a great set of wings on a beast. Andâoh. Oh no.
âWould you look at that,â Ace whistled under his breath, neck craned all the way back as he squinted at what was most definitely the tallest of all the towers this creepy castle had to offer. âGuess what, nonbelievers. I found theââ
âDRAGON!â
Whoosh went the great swathe of emerald fire as it exploded down the barren hallway and nipped at your heels. You dove out into the open courtyard just in time to avoid being roasted alive, and the gargantuan monster behind you let out a roar fit to shake the earth. A quick tuck-and-roll left you crouched behind a fallen pillar, and the dragonâs bright, green, glower turned on you and your garbage hiding spot with a rumbling snarl. Its rows of sharp, white, teeth closing just above your headâmissing its mark by barely a hairâs width.
âGotcha!â Deuce snarled, his armored fists dragging the dragon away by its tail. Or, well, tried to. Because the dragon was a hundred feet long at least, and your blue haired friend probably looked like nothing more than a pesky rat darting between its feet. It turned and snapped at him irritably, taking a great, big, step forward in a bid to get a firmer stance to attack. You threw yourself in the other direction to avoid being trampled.
âGo!â Ace called, charging in from the other side. âQuick!â
Because at the end of the day, they were still both your brave, tanky, warrior, friends. And you were just a very, very, squishy bard who really would not fare well against a particularly motivated goose, let alone a dragon. So you skidded through the rubble and onto your feet, and started to sprint back into the castleâs hallsâhoping maybe youâd be able to find a bit more cover.
There was a great clatter, and both Ace and Deuce yelped. You looked back hurriedly to see the pair of them clutching onto the dragonâs tail for dear life as it whipped them back and forth through the ash and debris cluttering the ground. With one, final, great, sweep, the dragon pitched them into the air and sent them careening through the roof of that âtallest tower.â You muttered a hasty incantation and the sparkling outlines of soft feathers danced along your fingers. You hoped you werenât too far. You were probably too goddamn far. But you hummed frantically under your breath nonetheless and entreated your middling magic to give them a soft landing.
And then there was another wave of green hellfire raining down over your head and you turned and ran.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckâ
Even if youâd been a champion sprinter, there was little good it would have done you against a beast whose stride was longer than you were tall. You made it back into some hall or other, and into another cavernous room, and then you were pinned into a cornerâthe dragon looming over you like a vengeful wraith come to take its due.
It was gigantic. Probably the biggest creature youâd ever seen. And it was sleekâall lithe muscle and glossy rows of black scales that glittered oddly in the dull, grey, light. Its wings spread wide behind it, spanning the entirety of the vast chamber. They looked like the sort of wings that could stir up a hurricane. The curling horns atop its head seemed sharp enough to gore a man or twenty, and the purple crests lining its skull were tapered down flat in a way that reminded you a bit deliriously of a pissy cat pinning its ears back before it swatted at you.
Its lips curled back over pointed canines as it snarled at you, and you were showered in a swathe of hot sparks.
âOh, what large teeth you have,â you squeaked, and when the dragon dipped closer to bellow into your face, your reeled back with a splutter. âIâI mean white, sparkling, teeth!â you rattled, nearly incoherent. The dragonâs snout twitched away, almost like youâd startled it. âI mean, Iâm sure you hear this all the time from your food, butâwow! Just! Very lovely! Definitely the prettiest smile Iâll ever be eaten by!â
Slowly it lowered its great head, and you could see the neon glare from its narrowed eyes.
âNot that you have to eat me,â you added hurriedly, hoping to whatever Gods could hear you that your smart mouth could finally be useful for more than just talking circles around assholes in bars or weaseling your friends out of shitty contracts. âIâd very much like not to be eaten. But all the same, we did intrude in your homeâand itâs definitely a very nice homeâso Iâd totally get it. And I guess if I did have to die today, knowing that my life would be in the hands of something so magnificent is certainly reassuring.â
The dragon seemed to preen a bit at that. You could see the sharp crests beneath its horns soften as tension bled from the beastâs posture. It ducked in close again, and this time you felt a sharp pull of air rush past your cheeks as it sniffed you. Its nostrils were the size your headâbigger even, maybe. You didnât want to think about it, but the dry heat of its breath puffing into your face made the entire thing a bit hard to ignore. Â
âDid I mention what a charming home you have?â you rambled on. âVery aesthetic. The gargoyles at the gate were a lovely touch.â
The dragon made a low, warbling, noise in its throat that wasnât quite a growl, but wasnât particularly⊠reassuring, either. It made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.
It ducked awayânot far, just enough to reach one of the large, carved, walls at the outskirts of the room. Its long neck slithered out before pausing pointedly over an archway. It took you a long moment to realize it was gesturing to something. Another gargoyle from the looks of thingsâthis one almost entirely crumbled away under the strains of time. You could just barely make out the shape of its square jaw and taloned fingers.
You nodded so hard you nearly gave yourself whiplash.
âYes! I see! Very beautiful! Such fine craftsmanship!â
The dragon cooed at you. Swear on your life and all the money in your back packet. An actual, honest to God, coo. Fuck, maybe youâd managed to charm your way out of imminent dismemberment and death after all.
It ambled closer once again, a curiosity lighting its eyes and warming those neon irises into something that was less poisonous-hell-fire and more mellow-evening-in-the-forest.
Amidst all the rippling waves of ebony scales, your eyes caught on the smallest smear of crimson. Just a touch of redâright along the spikes of its tail. Carefully, cautiously, slower than molasses, you stepped forward with your hands raised. You whispered a handful of familiar words under your breath and your palms glowed fuzzy and blue. Dragons were supposed to be inherently magical, right? So this one would certainly understand that the string of syllables youâd babbled out were good, and helpful, and not at all a provocation. The dragon was looking down at you with lidded eyes, its gaze a bit unfocused. You gulped.
âIâm sorry my friends messed with your tail,â you apologized, gingerly holding your fingers out to hover over the abrasions without actually touching. âThey were just trying to protect me. Ifâif that makes it any better.â The minuscule wound began to knit itself back together neatly beneath the pulses of your magic. âI do tend to need a lot of protectingâIâm not much a warrior, if that wasnât completely obvious by the everything about meâso I canât really blame them for being a bit gung-ho about it.â
After a moment or two, the scratches had faded back into solid, matte, black and you drew back with a content hum.
âThere! All fixed!â You gave your most winning smile. Please donât eat me, your brain chanted on endless repeat. Please donât eat me please donât eat me please donât eat meâ
The dragon reared back and settled on its haunches with another heavy puff of sweltering breath. You could feel the heat of it prickling all the way up your arms. After a long, long, moment of silent consideration, the dragon leaned forward again and rumbled deep in its chest. When you only stood there, properly petrified, it huffed again and bumped its nose against your sternum, nearly toppling you over.
âI donâtââ you started, nervous. âIâm sorry. I donât really get what youâre trying to say.â
With another sigh that sounded entirely too put upon, the dragon lowered its great head. The air itself seemed to grow heavy against your shoulders, and you could taste the cloying bitterness of strong magics on the back of your tongue. Black miasma oozed from beneath the dragonâs talons and melted along its scales. The caustic scent of ash and petrichor burned along your nostrils, and you had to pinch your eyes shut and cover your nose to keep from coughing. You managed to sneak a peek past your fingers just in time to watch the shadowed outline of the beast collapse. And out of that puddle of black goo emerged a manÂ. He was tall and lithe, just as the dragon had been, with glowing green eyes that were terribly familiar. They were framed with thick, dark, lashes and sat perfectly on a face that was nearly too handsome to be human (well, it really wasnât human you supposed, so that little tidbit probably accounted for said inhuman beauty well enough). Recognizable eyes and stature or no, the curling horns atop his head would have sealed the deal plenty well enough on their own.
He shook off the shadows twining around his ankles with a lazy twist of the hand and then turned to you with a curious little hum.
And holy fuck Mister Dragon apparently had no sense of shame, or maybe just no qualms about social niceties and practicalities, because his human self was wearing about just as many clothes as his lizard form had been.
You squeezed your eyes shut with a squeak, and then double covered them with your hands for good measure.
A chuckle rolled through the airâas dark and pleasantly rich as the finest of chocolates. And then there was a clawed finger beneath your chin, tilting your head back, and back, and back until you were at least half-way sure it would probably be safe to open your eyes again without infringing on his decency.
âYou are fascinating, Child of Man,â itâheâhummed, low in his throat. His thumb dragged down to hook beneath the curve of your jaw and support the finger tucked up under your chin. âAnd itâs been so, very, long since Iâve been fascinated by anything.â
âUh,â you replied, like a perfectly functional human being.
The dragonâs lips curled up over his pointed teethâstill just as sharp and white as they had been when heâd been so much bigger and scalier.
âI think Iâd like to keep you,â he said with a nod to himself, as casually as one may talk about picking up extra groceries from the market.
âUh,â you said again.
âYou did mention that you needed protecting,â he continued, tapping a clawed finger against his own chin. The small smile quirking his lips twisted into something smug. âAnd that is certainly something at which I would excel.â
Your head was swimming.
âIâI mean. Iâm honored that youâthat⊠youââ You couldnât even think the words, let alone get them past your brain and out of your mouth. You cleared your throat and fought to keep your eyes level with his clavicle and nowhere else. âD-Donât you think youâre moving a bit fast?â you laughed nervously. âI mean, Iâm sure my friends will probably be on their way back down soonâandâI mean, we havenât even introduced ourselves yet. I donât even know your name.â
He blinked, slow and serpentine.
âOh. I suppose you wouldnât.â He canted his head to the side, long strands of that inky black hair of his spilling across his shoulder. An amused sort of grin worked its way along his mouth. âDragons are not keen to give out our true names so readily, but you seem like a clever one. Tell meâwhat do you think Iâm called then, hmm?â
You glanced up quickly at the horns atop his head and couldnât help yourself.
âTsunotarou?â
He let out a bark of laughter that seemed to shake the walls.
âOh,â he trilled, looking positively delighted. The hand not curled beneath your chin reached down to snag your own, and he brought your wrist up to his lips. You could feel the imprints of his canines against the soft skin there. âIâll definitely be keeping you.â
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Lies, Excuses and Bullshit
Pairing: Exboyfriend!Dave York x f!Reader
Summary: A man with a double life willing to do anything to keep his obsession around, and a woman who doesn't know what she's gotten herself into.
Warnings/Tags: 18+ MDNI, go on get! Breaking up, creepy!Dave, infidelity, stalker behavior from Dave, oral(f receiving), spanking, unprotected PIV(make smarter choices), manipulation, and if there is anything I missed please let me know!
A/N: Phew, not sure what happened here. This is a first, I don't usually write darker stuff but something about Dave made it just fly out of my finger tips. This was written for @punkshort's AU August Challenge! Thank you Shortie for letting me be part of the challenge đ I need to shout out @beefrobeefcal @strang3lov3 @ozarkthedog and @mothandpidgeon thank you all for the encouragement and lending your eyeballs for this story! â€ïž
@jay-zzle, my love, my bestie. This one is for you! đ„°â€ïžđ„°â€ïž
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You thought things were fine. Dave is the perfect gentleman. It is a complete shock to see this text from your friend. It was a picture of Dave with another woman and two little girls at a soccer game. Maybe itâs his niece's soccer game and heâs just there being a good uncle? Until the next text comes in.
Isnât that your boyfriend?
Another picture is attached featuring Dave, his arm around the woman. Then another and another and another. More evidence to suggest he is obviously in a relationship with the woman and you are the one left in the dark on this whole situation.
You stopped responding to your friend a while ago, staring at the pictures they sent. Back and forth, memorizing every detail. The way heâs looking at her. The way his arm is around her. The way heâs touching her. The way he kissed her -Â that was the one that sealed your fate of knowing you had in fact not been seeing a recently divorced man but a married one. Your phone buzzes with another text notification.
D. York: Hey baby, still picking you up at 9 right?
You glare at your phone unsure of what the next step is. Obviously he is cheating on his wife unbeknownst to you. How does somebody even handle something like this? You really liked Dave, you saw a future with him. Your relationship has been going on for months now.
After neglecting to respond your phone buzzes again with another text from the man himself.
D. York: Been thinking about youÂ
You roll your eyes and text him back.
You: Not tonight. Donât feel good.
D. York: Aw you poor thing. Do you need anything?
You didnât even have the energy to respond with this new found information rattling around your brain, pressing the button to make your phone sleep and making your way to your bedroom. You plugged your phone in and crawled into bed, ignoring the constant buzz against your nightstand as you tried to drift off. The sun was still out but you couldnât be awake right now. You needed to shut your brain off and this was the only way you knew how.
There was a pounding on your door when you woke with a startle. The moon casting shadows through the curtains into your room. You checked your phone, seeing the multiple notifications, some from your friends and some from Dave. Heâd also tried calling several different times.
D. York: Are you okay?
Did you talk to him yet?
D. York: Do you want some company?
Want me to kick his ass?
D. York: How are you feeling?
What do you plan to say?
D. York: Baby, please answer me. Getting a little worried here.
The pounding on your door continued as you checked your phone. The doorbell camera he insisted on getting for you and installed showed Dave at your doorstep holding a plastic bag, grumbling, you got out of bed and walked towards the door.
âIâm coming. Give it a rest,â you shout, hoping Dave can hear you over his loud knocks.
Sliding the chain lock you open the door.
âBaby,â Dave sighs with relief, âWhat have you been doing? Iâve been trying to get a hold of you for hours now!â
âI told you, I donât feel good,â you shrug, âIâve been sleeping.â
âIâm sorry to wake you, I started to get worried,â Dave says, looking around your living room, âI got you some stuff to hopefully help with whatever bug youâve seemed to catch.â
You watch as he carefully steps into your space, placing the bag on the coffee table in front of your couch.
âDave,â you sigh, âI know.â
âKnow what?â Dave asks, hands on his hips and shaking his head with a smirk.
âI know youâre still married.â
You see his adam's apple bob as he swallows, flopping back onto the couch, and clasping his hands together. He stays silent for a moment, contemplating what to say next.
âHowâd you find out?â
Your eyes widen, not expecting him to fold so easily.Â
âA friend sent me some photos from today at the soccer field,â you murmur, trying to keep the wavering in your voice to a minimum.
âI see,â Dave says with a nod.
âYou also have kids?â
Dave nods again, facing you this time.
âWhy?â
âWhy what?â Dave scoffs, âSleep with you?â
âI wouldnât just call what weâve been doing as âsleeping together,â Dave,â you say, using your fingers as air quotes when the words sleeping together leave your mouth.
âItâs really not that big of a deal,â Dave chuckles, âI get bored from time to time and like to play with someone new.â
âYour wife know that?â you ask, glaring at him. This man who you thought you knew is showing an entirely different side of himself, and you donât like it.
âShe doesnât need to know because itâs not a big deal.â Dave sighs exasperated.
âI think itâs best if you left.â
âAlright,â Dave says standing, âIf thatâs what you want.â
âYep,â you say with a sharp nod.
âListen,â Dave says, reaching a hand towards your arm, and you slid your arm back letting him know not to touch you, and he put his hand down beside him, âOkay, well, itâs really not as big of a deal as youâre making it out to be. I like you, I like what weâve beenââ
âDave, youâre cheating on your wife,â you grit through your teeth interrupting the spiel he was going on, and swung the door open for him, âLeave.â
â
âFucking take it.â Dave growls in your ear, thrusting his hips harshly into you, âJust like that baby.â
Your moans fill his ears, he can tell youâre close. The way your walls flutter around his length, squeezing him tighter. He can practically taste your climax in the air around him, gripping your hips tighter and angling them so he can get deeper.
âDave,â you sob, after a particularly harsh thrust. Fingers gripping the sheets beneath you, back arching as you continue to cry out his name.
Dave. Dave. Dave.
âDavid!â
Dave jumps to the sound of Carolâs voice. Looking around to see heâs in his own bed in his home, not yours.
âHoney, your alarm has been going off for 10 minutes now.â
He lets out a sigh facing his reality, adjusting the hardness in his pajama bottoms. It was just a dream. Itâs been months since heâs seen you. Youâve seemed to make your way into his brain at all times of the day, conscious or not.
âIâm gonna get the girls ready but you donât need to be late for work again,â Carol says, giving him a smile and wink. After last night, heâs not sure how much longer he can do this. Heâs been trying to have sex with Carol more. Sure, sheâs his wife but she doesnât scratch the same itch you did.
Heâs tried. Heâs tried to be a good husband, heâs tried to be a good dad and heâs exhausted. Dave feels himself becoming more of a shell since you told him to leave.
Youâve made it abundantly clear you want nothing to do with him. He tried to reach out to you, only to have his number blocked. You disabled your doorbell camera after he left that night. You must have known heâd try and look at it on his phone, you knew he had the information for your account. Why wouldnât he try to look?
What you donât know is that once Carol takes the girls to school, he gets the second phone hidden in the false bottom of a shoe box in his closet that is an exact copy of your own. He can see who youâre texting, where youâre at, how things at work are going, who youâre hanging out with. Itâs become an obsession to check it daily.
â
As he steps out of the shower, Carol shouts up the stairs that sheâs leaving with the girls, and the front door closes shortly after. Time to start his day.
Getting dressed in his running gear and snatching his headphones from the dresser. He makes his way to the closet. Finding the shoe box with your duplicated phone.
Texts from your friends, a text from your boss and a missed call from your mom. What catches his eye the most is the notification from some jackass on Tinder. James. Scanning Jamesâ profile heâs definitely not your type: blonde hair, green eyes, gelled back hair, and a full beard.
James, 29
Looking for a girl who just wants to have some fun, if it leads to more thatâs cool too. I like hiking, graduated from Harvard, hanging with my bros, anything else hmu
Dave shakes his head as he reads the messages shared between the two of you. He scans reading hellos, good nights, sharing random facts about each other, until he stumbles upon the most recent messages
James: Hello gorgeous đ
Hello đ
James: So Iâve been thinking would you wanna meet up? Go get a drink or something?
Sure! 7 good?
James: Awesome! Yeah. Do you know where Salâs is?
I do! Itâs not far from my job
James: Perfect! Iâll see ya then beautiful
No. No way in hell is this James guy meeting up with you. Dave calls the office letting them know heâs taking a personal day, he has some business to take care of.
â
Salâs is exactly what you expected it to be. Dark, dingey, and small. Not too crowded thankfully, itâs definitely got character though. The random decor on the wall is confusing. You canât tell if this is supposed to be a sports or a punk bar with the random band posters on the wall along with sports jerseys next to them.
Making your way to the bar you sit down on a stool, flagging down the bartender.
âWhatâs your poison for the night?â He asks, wiping his hands on the towel he was carrying.
âJack and Coke,â you say, slipping your hand into your bag to get your wallet out. He makes quick work of mixing the drink and placing it in front of you, handing over your card while you hear the jingle of the door.
âStarting a tab?â The bartender asks, swiping your card.
âNo, thank you,â you smile as he hands your card back to you, putting it back in your wallet.
Out of the corner of your eye you can see someone standing a couple stools away. Looking down at your drink, moving the straw around before taking a drink. You take a peek at your watch to see itâs 10 minutes before youâre supposed to meet James.Â
Maybe this was a bad idea, you havenât had to do this in months. It was easier when Dave just kind of fell into your life.
âWhiskey on the rocks.â
The hairs on the back of your neck stood up when you heard the familiar timber of his voice, head snapping to look at him. Dave. His smirk as he waits on his drink says it all, he knew you would be here. Was he James?
âAre you fucking serious?â You hiss through your teeth.
Dave thanks the bartender, moving closer to you.
âI come in peace,â Dave says, sitting in the stool one away from you, âAll I want to do is talk.â
âAre you James?â You ask through clenched teeth, glaring at him.
âOh baby,â Dave tuts, âIâm not James, heâs very real.â
You continue to glare at him. Unable to force your brain to work with your limbs on moving, leaving, throwing your drink on him. Anything other than sitting here being in his presence.
âHe wasnât hard to convince to leave you alone though,â Dave looks at you with a smirk, one eyebrow raised and begins to chuckle, âOne mention of snapping any finger that touches you sent him running.â
You try to swallow but your throat feels like a desert, gripping the tumbler in front of you and taking a swig. Did he⊠did he do something to James? Surely not, Dave wouldnât even kill the spider that appeared in your apartment one day, scooped it up and took it outside. How could he cause harm to anything?
âDave did youâŠâ pausing pondering how to even ask the question.
âDid I hurt him?â Dave asks, scooting to the stool next to you and leaning in closer, invading your space and you nod your head, âNo, just made it known whatâs mine.â
You let out a sharp gasp at his words, arousal seeping into the gusset of your underwear, thighs clenching together at his closeness, feeling goosebumps erupt across your skin. This shouldnât be happening but your body thinks otherwise.
âIâve missed you baby,â Dave hums into your ear, âDonât like how we ended things.â
The way he says it has the ice around your heart melting. You hate him but canât help the way your heart betrays your brain at his words. Dave lets out a small growl, gripping your bare thigh beneath the bar top possessively.
âIâm staying in a hotel room tonight,â he says, the grip on your thigh becoming less and smoothing his hand against your inner thigh. Gliding his hand up, up, up. Pinky finger playing with the edge of your underwear under your skirt.
You grab his hand and pull it away from your core, bringing it to rest on your lap. Lacing your fingers with his, while his thumb rubs along your palm. You sigh, contemplating what to do. Go with him or send him packing like last time. The devil on your shoulder telling you to go with him, itâs just stress relief, it wonât- it canât mean anything, he knows your body better than anyone else. The angel on the other side just repeating the same words, heâs still married.
In the words of your mother, if he doesnât cheat with you then heâll just find someone else. Might as well have fun.
âIâve missed you too,â you confess with a soft whimper in his ear. Finally seeing him again after months of nothing has your practical sense crumbling.Â
âLetâs go then,â Dave smirks, standing pulling your hand slightly to stand with him and leave.
â
Dave drove like a bat out of hell to the hotel, dragged you to the elevator and his room as if this was his last chance to have you. Clothes flying off the moment you crossed the threshold of the room.
âDave,â you moan, his lips ghosting down your neck to your collarbone. His hands grip your ass, pulling you flush against his front, feeling his erection against your stomach.
âIâve missed you so fucking much,â he groans, his mouth sucking the flesh of your breast, capturing your nipple in his mouth and giving it a nip. A whine escapes past your lips at the sudden pressure of his teeth, moving your body with him until you feel the back of your knees hit the bed.
Dave releases your nipple, pushing himself against you to lay back on the bed, making room for himself between your thighs. His dark eyes swimming with lust study your face. His hand comes to rest on your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek.
âWhyâd you let me leave like that?â His voice barely a whisper, lying his forehead against your own.
âYouâre married,â you wince hearing the words leave your throat. You shouldnât be doing this.
âI can change that,â he smirks with a chuckle, kissing the corner of your mouth, âIâd leave if it meant youâd stay,â kissing your jaw, âIâd spend every single day of my life making you happy,â he coos, trailing his lips down to your neck, laving his tongue against your pulse point.
âDave,â you plead, hoping to stop his words. You donât want to hear this, itâs all lies to get you to stay. The ache between your thighs begging for more.
âMean it baby,â Dave says with a hum, mouth traveling down the expanse of your body, âOnly want you,â he breathes when his face inches away from your sex, âLooks like you want me too,â he teases.
You feel the warmth spreading through your body as he sighs using his thumbs to spread your lips apart, staring at your glistening slit.
âOh yeah, sheâs definitely missed me,â he hums, flicking his tongue against your clit.
âDave,â you gasp, gripping the sheets between your fingers. He works his tongue along your bundle of nerves swirling and sucking.
âGod Iâve missed this pussy,â Dave growls, gripping your hips tightly before fucking you with his tongue.
âFuck,â you moan, back arching off the bed. The fire in your abdomen grows more intense. You reach for one of his hands, linking your fingers with his. His other hand moving, fingers prodding at your entrance.
âPlease,â you beg, âDave, pl- please. More, I- I need m-â, you cry out when his fingers plunge into your cunt. Swiftly curling them inside you as he moves the pads of his fingers back and forth putting delicious pressure against your g-spot.
âThatâs it baby,â Dave groans, nipping your inner thigh, âLet me have it.â
Your toes curl feeling the coil in your lower belly tightening, leaning your head up to watch him. He looks as wrecked as you feel as he rapidly flits his tongue against your clit. His brows furrowed in concentration as he worked his mouth and fingers in sync for you to reach your climax, his lips shiny from your arousal. He opens his eyes to see your mouth hung open in a silent scream, brows pinched together as you pant looking into his eyes.
âDave,â you pant, âBaby, Iâm gonna come.â
Your walls clamp down on his fingers as you stare into his dark orbs. White hot heat spreads throughout your body, letting out a soft shriek.
âFlip over,â Dave instructs, moving your pliable limbs so youâre on your stomach. You cry out as he pushes his cock into you sharply.
âFuck.â
âShhh,â Dave tuts, âItâs okay baby, you can take it.â
You whine, it feels like heâs splitting you in two, walls gripping his length. He doesnât give you a moment to adjust before heâs roughly snapping his hips into you.
âMake you mine again,â Dave grunts, âNo one else deserves you.â
The pain quickly turns into pleasure as he works his cock in and out. The sound of your squelching pussy filling your ears as strangled noises crawl up your throat.
âGod damn baby,â Dave hisses, tilting your hips up as he grinds his hips into you, hitting that spot deep inside only heâs been able to reach.
âMissed this so,â he grunts, slapping your ass, âFucking,â another slap against your skin, âMuch,â another harsh slap before soothing the marks heâs left with his palm.
âDave,â you let out a choked sob, feeling the pleasure building, thrusting your hips back into him, âFaster.â
âDirty girl,â Dave hums, gripping your hips again, pounding into your pussy at a frantic pace, âYou gonna- oh fuck- come again?â
You can only nod your head weakly, feeling the sizzling pressure in your abdomen start to boil over. Your walls spasming and contracting around his cock. The muscles in your legs tensing before screaming out.
âOh fuck,â Dave moans, âThatâs it baby. Come on my cock. Just like that.â
Dave leans over caging you between his arms, thrusting into your wet heat a half a dozen times before his hips start to lose rhythm and going still, your name tumbling from his lips, letting your walls milk his cock feeling the warmth of his seed paint your walls.
âI really have missed you,â Dave admits slumping against you with a sigh, âSo fucking much.â
He kisses your shoulder before pulling out with a hiss. You groan feeling the emptiness before he helps you up, guiding you to the bathroom.
You shower together, taking time to wash each other with delicate touches, and sharing intimate kisses before crawling back into bed with his arms wrapped around you.
You wake sometime in the middle of the night. Daveâs snoring beside you, finding your phone amongst your belongings scattered around the room, you make your way to the bathroom. Looking at Dave sleeping so peacefully from the doorway of the bathroom you canât help feeling torn. You loved him, still do if youâre being honest with yourself, but this isnât what you two should be doing.
You find an uber available and schedule to be picked up. Quietly making your way out of the bathroom and grabbing your things when you hear two identical dings. One from your hand and one from Daveâs bag. Slipping your clothes back on you slowly wander over to his things. Rummaging around until you find a phone, similar to yours. Pushing the button on the side you see a notification for an Uber 5 minutes away, looking at your own phone to see it displaying the same.
âWhat the fuck?â You whisper to yourself, head snapping to look at Dave hoping you didnât wake him. You look around to find a pen and piece of paper.
â
Dave wakes the next morning with a smile, remembering what happened last night. Sliding his hand to where you should be, feeling the cool sheets under his palm, peeking an eye open to see the empty spot next to him.
He listens closely to his surroundings, hoping to hear the shower but is met only with silence. Frowning as he sits up, scrubbing his hands against his face trying to rub the sleep from his eyes. Looking around the room for any sign of you, taking note of your things being gone.
He sees a folded piece of paper lying on top of something on the dresser. Dave gets up to inspect what it is. His name is on the paper, sitting on top of two phones. Immediately recognizing one as yours and the other the duplicate he had made. His eyes scan the note you left, unable to believe what he was reading.
Youâll never be anything but a lying, cheating, manipulative douchebag. Figure your shit out. Donât ever reach out to me again.
Daveâs hand curls into a fist as he reads the note over and over again. You left. You really left and this time itâs going to be even harder to find you.
He smirks, shaking his head as he collapses on the edge of the bed. You must not realize how much he loves a challenge.
#shortieswritingchallenge#dave york x f!reader#dave york smut#dave york fanfiction#dave york x you#dave york equalizer 2
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little thought came into mine!
what if Otter!creator and Boar!creator meet each other?
Both of them will just be look at each and then nod, as if their understand each others exprience or or bonding with each other, I mean this is a other person! other person in your era/world, would anyone be wasting this? hell no, so yeah, Even tho theres two creators, mean doubles chaos and mischief, and their besties now. (Their kinda like Sun and Moon duo)
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à«źê°Ë¶á” á á”˶ê±á Pairings : GN! Boar Reader & GN! Otter Reader x Fontaine
à«źê°àŸàœČâ©ÂŽ á” `â©ê±àŸàœČá W.K. : 433
à»ê°àŸàœČá” á” á” ê±àŸàœČ১ Tags/CW&TW : fluff, crack
âDamn Fontaine is nice.â
That was the only thing on the boars mind. Completely oblivious to the people rushing away from their painted form.
Just walking around⊠eating some flowers⊠drinking from fountains⊠having a good day.
Naturally this random boar in the city was causing some problems for the people, especially since the melusine and meka seemingly refused to attack or get rid of it at least.
Unfortunately, Furina and Neuvillette were the only ones available, and they didnât want to leave their ËbÄbÄ behind⊠so off they went.
âThis is work unfit for a god!â âOf course.â âWhy are there no guards on duty able to take care of this issue?â âI am unsure, Lady Furina.â âThis is ridiculous.â âIt is.â âIâm so sorry you are forced to see this, ma raison dâĂȘtre.â âAs am I, ma raison de vivre.â
This small back and forth banter continued until they reached the boar, which was sitting on its haunches watching Coppelia & Coppelius spin gracefully across the floor.
âAha! There you are you scoundrel! How dare you desecrate the peace of my beautiful nation!â As Furina continued to rant on and on, Neuvillette noticed that the boar only stared at their darling otter.
And they continued to stare at them.
âHow come you got to be pampered!?â - Boar
âCause Iâm fucking adorable, look at me!~â - Otter
âThat is such bullshit manâŠâ - Boar
âWell, nice to know weâre not alone?â - Otter
ââŠ. Yeah. It is.â - Boar
â :3 â - Otter
â :) â - Boar
The otter jumped off their place from Neuvilletteâs shoulder - causing both Sovereign and Archon to jump and make noises of shock - and ran to the boar, both nuzzling each other.
âYo you gotta leave tho cuz their gonna kill youâ - Otter
â⊠Iâm not shocked, talk to you later?â - Boar
âHell yeah! Bye bye!â - Otter
âBye dude!â - Boar
After a couple of seconds of staring, the boar shook off their hilichurl mask and pushed it towards the shiny otter. Doing the same, the otter took off their hat and placed it on the painted boarâs head. The boar snorted before pressing their snout to the otters head, causing a giggle like chitter to erupt from their throat. The boar then wandered off, walking towards an exit from the city.
The otter picked up the mask and wandered back to a gobsmacked Neuvillette and Furina. Quickly being picked up by the dragon, both hydro users looked at each other as the otter snuggled in his grip with the mask.
âWhat⊠just happened?â âI am⊠unsure, Lady Furina.â
à»ê°àŸàœČ˶Ëâ°Ë˶ê±àŸàœČá Authorâs note :
Boar!Creator đ€ Otter!Creator
Chaos is the only true form of affection
They visit on weekends, and parents share custody. On weekends both are in Mond under Ventoâs care and during the week theyâre in Fontaine under Furinaâs care. ê°áą. Ì« .áąê±
#genshin impact sagau#sagau x reader#sagau#x reader#x gn reader#gn y/n#yandere x reader#yandere x you#Boar!Creator#Otter!Creator#anon <3#asks <3#Otter anon <3
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