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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 months

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All In 5

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power imbalance, low self esteem, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: you meet a mysterious man on a night out with your sister. (petite!reader)

based on the winning option for this poll

Characters: casino owner!Bucky Barnes

Note: Happy weekend.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

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I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

The car comes to a stop. It takes you a minute to notice as you reel yourself back to reality. You blink through the tinted window as Merv turns the music down; a song about glory days or something.

“Here we are,” he announces and cranes to look back at you, “have fun, miss.”

“Have fun...” you whisper to yourself in confusion, “what? Where do I go?”

He laughs, not mockingly, and he points through the window, “well, you’ll want to go into that restaurant and give them Mr. Barnes’ name. They’ll sort you out, I’m sure.”

“Oh,” your brows draw together. A restaurant. What?

You undo your seatbelt hesitantly and peer out through the glass again. This is strange. You’ve only had a few interviews and most of them were in cramped backrooms or closets. You pull the handle and let yourself out, thanking Merv before you step up on the curb.

You shut the car door and hook your bag over your shoulder. You stare up at the restaurant’s marquee. It’s a bistro of some sort. Upscale by your measure, thought you have little experience beyond chain joints and fast food. The white facade with its tall windows is intimidating as you approach the entrance.

As you step inside, you’re all but assured that you don’t belong. A woman greets you with a pearly smile, her hair in a wispy bun, as she sports a flowery white dress. You look back and forth as she cradles a tablet in one arm.

“Do you have a reservation?” She asks.

You look down at yourself. That’s a generous assumption. You don’t know how she’s not telling you to leave.

“Erm, I... I think I’m looking for someone,” you say, “Mr. Barnes?”

“Barnes, yes, party for two,” she taps the screen, “he’s waiting. Won’t you follow me?”

She spins on her heels and strolls away. She’s tall and gorgeous, just like the woman at the casino. You peer around and find no less finery and beauty among the staff and diners. The table are all white and polished and the walls are hung with abstract paintings of heaping fruit and bright cocktails. You’ve never seen brunch done so extravagantly.

You nearly trip as you look ahead just before you reach the stairs. The hostess climbs ahead of you. You envy her modelesque figure. How is she stuck here? She’s breathtaking. She could be in magazines.

More importantly, where are you going?

Several flights and you emerge into the open air. You've never been on a rooftop. You’ve seen things like these in movies. There’s a bar center to the space and tables beneath umbrellas set all about. There is only one diner despite the sunshine. It is strangely desolate for such a warm scene.

You’re led to the only occupied table. Mr. Barnes stands as you near. He wears a pair of teal slacks and a patterned shirt with an open collar. Casual but just as refined as before. It hardly seems like job interview.

“Doll,” he greets you with a kiss on the cheek to your surprise. You don’t comment on it, it might just be his way. “You made it.”

“I...” you check your watch, “it was before noon when I got to the casino.”

“That’s on me,” he insists as he pulls out the chair for you, “I got restless. Changed my mind. Please.”

He gestures to the seat and you accept stiffly, moving your bag into your lap as he tucks the chair in under you. He resumes his seat and looks up at the woman patiently standing to the side, “Melody,” he says, “she’ll have a vodka cran, give me my usual. Thanks.”

“Yes, Mr. Barnes,” she replies eagerly.

“Oh, and the lunch menu,” he returns.

She clacks off in her heels as you squirm and clutch your purse. You peer around the rooftop and finally at Bucky. You give a sheepish smile.

“This is a nice place.”

“Sure is,” he sits back carelessly. There is no tension in him but your wound tight as a spring.

“Never been anywhere like this...” your eyes drift over and you stare at the city skyline.

“Made sure we weren’t near the edge, doll,” he assures, “I remember you’re not a fan.” He rests a hand on the table, rubbing his index and thumb. “And I wanted to have this time alone so my pal did me a favour and cleared the roof.”

“Oh, wow.”

“He owns this place,” he shrugs. “Never got into the restaurant business. It’s fickle.”

You nod, not knowing what to say. He knows about these things. Obviously, a lot. You’ve never even worked a full-time week of work.

“How’s your sister?” He asks, “I assume you got home safe.”

“Yes, er, thank you, again, for doing all that,” you bite your lip and his blue eyes catch the gesture as his eyebrow tweaks. “I’m really sorry she did that.”

“Doll, you’re real sweet apologising for her,” he inclines his head slightly, “but you gotta worry about yourself, don’t ya? That’s why you’re here.”

The hostess, Melody, reappears and sets down two glasses. Yours is bright red with a lime on the rim and his is dark, no ice. She lays down a menu in front of each of you and straightens her posture.

“I have to get back to the door but Hailee will be up to help you shortly. Our specials today are a goat cheese and beet salad or a brown sugar salmon with seasonal veggies.”

“Thanks,” Bucky says as he taps the menu.

Melody leaves you again and you bend your neck to read the menu. You look for a price beneath the dishes and find none. That can’t be good.

“I’m not very hungry,” you sit up straight.

“Doll, don’t worry about it. It’s on me,” he circles his hand around his glass, “why don’t you try your drink? Make sure it’s up to snuff.” He sits forward and lifts his own, “cheers.”

Your hand slips up the condensating glass before you get a grasp on it. You raise it and clink it against his. You bring it to your lips slowly as he does the same, mirroring you as he watches you intently. You gulp and set down the glass as your cheeks strain.

“You don’t like it?” He wonders.

“No, I... well, I don’t drink much,” you take the cloth napkin and dab your lips.

“Ah, if that’s too tart, you can have a look at the cocktails. Some of them are so sweet, you wouldn’t know the difference.”

“I’m okay,” you assure him, “so...” you swallow and force out your breath, “about the job--”

“Damn, doll, I’m so all over the place lately, I didn’t even tell you how good you look.”

“I...” your eyes widen but you quickly wipe away your shock, “that’s nice. I mean, thank you.” Your voice shakes as you struggle to comprehend the compliment. What do you say? “You too.”

He smirks, “yeah, you think so?”

“What?” Your voice cracks.

“You think I look good?” He combs his fingers through his long hair. Oh god.

“Yes,” you answer cautiously, “I like your shirt.”

“You’re adorable,” he snickers and shakes his head, leaning forward once more, bending his arms against the table.

“Uh...” you peek down at the table and back to him. You can’t even blame the sun that you’re about to melt. The umbrella blocks out the bright beacon though a glare comes over the edge. “Bucky, sir, Mr. Barnes,” you shuffle through his titles, “the job. What would that be?”

His brows rise and he brings a hand up to drag over his mouth and beard, his fingers brushing along the trim of his jaw.

“The job,” he repeats as he narrows his eyes, “ah,” he lowers his head and presses a fingertip to the menu, “let’s order before we get into all that.”

You look over the menu again then raise your chin, “I appreciate it, but it’s too much, Bucky. I wouldn’t want to... waste your money.”

“It’s my money,” he looks at you, “so I’ll decide how I waste it.”

“Oh,” your cheeks set alight, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he tilts his head again, “you’re just that type of girl. You don’t know what it is to be treated so allow me to show you.”

You’re confused. This is the oddest encounter you’ve ever had. You almost feel like it’s a joke. You’re this poor helpless girl and he’s flaunting how rich and powerful he is. Is there even a job?

“I’d feel worse if you didn’t eat, so doll, don’t step on my toes.”

You chew your cheek and look down again. That’s it. You’ll have the cucumber sandwich. That’s not too much. It can’t be.

The waitress arrives, a different woman but just as stunning. She introduces herself as Hailee. Bucky prompts you to order first before he gives his own. As she leaves, you rock slightly in your chair, stilling yourself before you can look weird.

“So... I could clean or... I could learn something--”

“Let me stop your there, doll,” he puts a large hand up, his palm rough and lined. “It’s my turn to apologise. I... haven’t been honest with you.”

Your heart drops and you can’t help the glimmer in your vision. No. You’re going to have to go home and tell your mother you failed again. That you wasted her time and gas. You close your eyes and frown.

“Doll, doll,” he says and you hear his chair scrape. You open your eyes as he pulls his chair around to sit closer to you, “hey, let me finish here.”

You look him in the eye. Big mistake. You could drown in the blueness. He smirks and rubs your arm.

“I’m not... it’s not a job I have to offer you,” he says deliberately, his other hand fluttering on your knee, “I would call it an arrangement. Mutually beneficial.”

You stare at him. You’re entire being is on fire. You don’t understand what he’s saying, more so, you can barely think with him touching you.

“But... I need a job,” you sniffle.

He scoffs, not unkindly, “you’ll have money. I know you got a family, your sister, maybe your parents? Economy’s tough, I know it.”

“Money? For what?”

He squeezes your knee and sits up, draping his arm over the back of your chair as he leans even closer, “for your company. For yourself.”

“What?” Your voice piques sharply. “I don’t...”

“Look, let’s take it slow here, alright? Today is the taster. We spend some time together, see how we vibe, and go from there. Now I know you went to a whole lot of trouble to get so nice and pretty for me today,” he coaxes, “and I’m not gonna waste your time so you won’t go home empty handed. One thousand.”

“Thousand?” You breathe.

“Just for lunch,” he says, “I’d pay a lot more so I’m open to bartering.”

“That’s... a lot...” you mutter.

“Nothing’s too much for a girl like you,” his fingers dance along your shoulder.

“I... I...” you heave each word.

“Now don’t you freak out,” he’s on the edge of laughing, “doll, I mean it. Just lunch. You and me. Nothing...” he pulls away from you and puts his hands up, “untoward.”

He stands and moves his chair back across from you. He sits and pushes his shoulders wide, “I mean it. Let’s get to know each other. I want to know all about you, doll.”

“Me?” You gulp.

“You,” he points over the table, “you must like music. You went to that concert, didn’t ya?”

You nod and curl your shoulders.

“What kinda music you like?”

“Oh, I... old stuff, I guess. Destiny’s Child?” You give a sheepish cringe.

“Old school,” he remarks, “I like it. Spice girls too?”

“Yeah,” you clamp your lips together.

“I’m not teasing ya. I can’t lie and say I never turned the radio up when I heard them,” he chuckles, “no judgment. That goes for you too, alright? When you find out how much I like ABBA, you can’t giggle.”

Your cheeks dimple as you try not to smile. It’s hard to imagine him listening to Dancing Queen. You push your shoulders higher and look away.

“Don’t laugh,” he chides.

“I didn’t,” you turn back to him.

“Yeah, you’re too nice, that’s why,” he purrs, “you gotta tell me your fave ABBA song.”

You shrug and he squints cynically, “everyone has one. Come on. Fernando?” You shake your head at his guess. “Waterloo?” Again, no. “Mamma Mia?” Nope. “Take a Chance on Me?” No. “Alright, I surrender, tell me.”

“Gimme, Gimme, Gimme,” you eke out.

“Hm, not what I would guess but interesting,” he muses as his eyes wander from your face and back up, “but I at least knew you had taste.”

He winks and you let out a giggle. Whether your nervous or something else, you can’t untangle all your emotions from one another. Yet you do feel a little better, a little lighter. It’s an unexpected situation but not as bad as you foresaw.

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #au #mcu #marvel #casino au #winter soldier #avengers #captain america #all in

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sonic-fankid-showdown · 5 months

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Poll 29, Round 1.

About Blitz: (by @jestopolis) Blitz is a chaos energy sink, meaning that his body is barely able to keep itself alive unless he absorbs energy from another source. His parents didn't know this and were scared of harming their fragile child, so he was majorly left to raise himself. He grew up bitter and jaded living in his parents' shadows, and tried to explode the whole world about it once he figured out what he was capable of. #justgirlythings

About Juice: (by @sonlc) 10 years old. Juice uses she/they, but doesn’t mind any other pronouns being used for her. Juice is Silver's kid. Her other parent is unknown. Actually, how she came into existence is unknown too. Silver doesn’t seem to know where she came from himself, though they do seem to be related because their likenesses are so similar and she has the same psychokinetic powers he does. Her being raised is kind of a collective effort-- it takes a village and all that. Silver is her main parent but others like Blaze, Sonic, and Tails help out often enough that she would consider them family. In fact, they were technically named BY Sonic both in universe and in real life. They were created because of a joke I made while watching satAM with some friends about the fact that Sonic says “gotta juice!” a lot. In universe, Silver named them Juice because Sonic suggested it (as a joke) and he couldn’t think of anything better. She has an overactive imagination, and tends not to speak very much. Instead, she prefers to use non-speech sounds like humming/chirping/growling when communicating. When they do speak, they’re typically very soft spoken, but can be loud when they want to be. Their fur is white, but their quills are pearly iridescent and shimmer in light. Her eyes glow when using her powers. She likes to use them to make wings and to pick things up so she doesn’t have to touch them. She has texture problems, so they almost never wear clothes, including gloves and shoes. They’re also very picky with their food, however she WILL try to eat inedible things. Silver has had to stop her from chewing on random things like plastic and metal more than once. Their necklace is chewelry given to them by Sonic and Tails as a gift.

#blitz #juice the hedgehog #round 1 #sonic fanchild #sonic fankid #sonic fankid showdown #sonic oc #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sfs 1

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thekillingvote · 1 year

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Tʜᴇ Kɪʟʟɪɴɢ Vᴏᴛᴇ

Thirty-five years ago, DC Comics opened a phone poll to kill Batman's child sidekick, Robin.

The poll was open to paying callers in the U.S. and Canada for a window of 35 hours, starting on 15 September 1988 at 9AM EST. There were two premium-rate phone numbers—one for Robin's survival, and one for Robin's death. Each paying caller could call multiple times. The results were decided by a margin of 72 votes out of a total 10,614 votes—the difference was just under 0.68%.

Now you decide.

KILL ROBIN

Jerry Smith of Covington, Kentucky claims to have sold his Mercedes-Benz to pay for votes to kill Robin

"Who Killed Cock(y) Robin? I Killed Cock(y) Robin" article by Glen Weldon (2008)

"1-800-DEAD-ROBIN" autobiographical comic by Tony Wolf (2015)

"We killed Jason Todd" feature by Matt Markman (2021)

SAVE ROBIN

Senator Patrick Leahy (D-Vt.), a noted Bat-fan and scholar, denounced the episode as a "Roman gladiator-like readers vote."

"I loved him [...] I personally voted for him to live 100 times, and my mom flipped when she saw the phone bill," says magazine writer Savas Abadsidis.

MJG6 said: I was dead broke, working my way through college, but I voted. My first job was at a comic book store, making me an OG fan girl, I guess, and I encouraged people to vote to save him. [...] Because killing a teen, in a role kids are supposed to identify with, that was just sick.

Further Reading

"A Death in the Family, or: How DC Comics Let a Phone Vote Kill Robin" via r/HobbyDrama

"Living Dead Boy: Jason Todd vs. The Culture That Killed (and Resurrected) Him" on Women Write About Comics

"The Vote to Kill Robin" - trivia, misconceptions, opinions by comic-commentary

Some fan letter columns from Jason's later times as Robin

No Birds Allowed: Batman without Robin

"A lot like Robin if you close your eyes": Displacement of meaning in the Post-Modern Age by Mary Borsellino, an essay on dead Robins, sexism, and classism

🦞 The Tale of Larry the Lobster 🦞

Submitted arguments below:

Kill Robin

Anonymous propaganda IN FAVOR of killing the lobster the Robin!

I love Jason Todd. I love his post-crisis Robin days, I love his sense of justice and his adorable love of learning and his silly curly bangs! I say this to emphasize that I don't want him killed out of any dislike of the character.

I want him dead out of a love for storytelling that gets to stick to its guns and doesn't pull its punches. In context of the poll we readers have just seen Dick Grayson get kicked out of the role due to Bruce's fear of him getting hurt, then he turns around and gets a new Robin anyways because he misses him! I really like that Bruce is being messy and hypocritical! Let that have some real consequences please!

If there were no real consequences then Dick got shoved out of being Robin for what? Hairbrained overprotective worry? Why even change the way he graduated into being Nightwing so much then or heck why even kick him out in the first place?

One might argue that we haven't even given this Robin proper time to develop, that instead he might be taken in new and interesting directions as his own unique Robin shaping the mantle into a legacy rather than just something that was Dick's. I admit this is a very good point, and we are cutting off some possible interesting avenues. As I mentioned, I do like this character! But are we really going to get that?

If DC is already prepared to toss him out of this mortal coil and through the pearly gates after such a short while, do we really think we're going to get much more love and care applied to him?

I say let's roll the dice for something new! May the comics world and all these characters have to deal with the ramifications for many years to come!

Save Robin

robin’s death (and subsequent resurrection) is, frankly, an insult to robin fans of that era. to want to see this child get killed in a brutal manner for no apparent reason, to see jason essentially removed from the narrative so batman could go back to being gritty and depressed—this is awful to me. he hadn’t even been robin for very long!

but that’s not why he should’ve lived.

the resurrection of jason todd as the red hood was narratively interesting enough that it kept most fans of the original jason hooked, and it still does! he has become a prime example of a trauma survivor: his death changed him, and those who loved him have difficulty accepting that.

but there is no resolution to that story, nor was there a resolution to jason’s tenure as robin. dick chose to leave robin behind and take on a new mantle. tim, steph, both had robin taken away from them (and let’s forget about how tim is still robin, because that doesn’t matter right now). damian’s role as robin conflicts with his misconception of his role in the family. everyone else has had an ending, and jason’s death…well. after his resurrection, he has somehow remained stagnant and wildly inconsistent at the same time. this applies to under the red hood too.

at its core, utrh is a deeply classist retelling of jason’s life pre-death in the family. winick makes him a villain—albeit a sympathetic one—who fucks over or kills people that he would’ve thrown himself in front of to save as robin. in utrh, the implication is that jason had always been violent and angry (and morally compromised), and that he was destined to become worse.

it sometimes feels that jason’s transition into being the red hood (and all the characterization that comes with that) was a decision dc made for shock value. just from jason’s robin run, it’s difficult to imagine jason becoming the red hood. it doesn’t feel inevitable. it’s tragic.

ultimately, i believe that jason never should have died, and that his death was a stunt by dc for its shock value. jim starlin wanted jason dead because to him a child sidekick, in a medium that was originally made for children, was “sheer insanity”. he was fridged, plain and simple.

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simoneslibrarys · 10 months

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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧

𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷－𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵

cw: fem! reader, afab!reader, angst, hurt/ comfort, family gathering, bi-han's mother being the girl boss she is, bi-han’s mom does slap bi-Han’s father but it’s sooo deserved..,bi-han's father is kind of a dick :(, shy! reader, young! reader, young!bi-han, soft!bi-han, kuai liang and tomas being the best wing-men ever, poor reader is just gonna get judged, is not expressed to be POC but isn't stated that she is not, AVAHEJEJEJDJNDDNN I LOVE THEM

NOT PROOFREAD

a/n: hellloooo, sorry for not posting for a while :(( I’ve been busy with real life so I apologize for that! due to the poll i posted out people wanted to see the reader meet the rest of bi-han's family and properly meet his mother as well. I want to say thank you so much for interacting with it! this is really good responces to my first fanfic on this site. I love you guys so much, please reblog to help me out!

✧- when bi-han asked you to meet his family after a while of offically dating, you couldn't help but be confused. you've met his mother in fact see her everytime you came over. his brother do the same. come over and hang out with you at the bakery, even help you out with custom orders. so you thought you knew his family pretty well. until..

✧- you arrived at the home in your prettist blue dress, pearly white heels passed down from your mother. a pretty necklace that bi-han had gifted you and light blue sweater. hair pinned up with a blue glass buyao. you had brought some dishes and food of your own to share with his family. wrapped neatly with a soft blue cloth and hand woven basket you bought for this occassion.

✧- once you arrived at the home of the Lin Kuei family, bi-han came by your side. greeting you and kissing your forehead. you couldn't help but sweat and shake in your heels. "bi-han im scared to meet your family. I've met everyone before but your father.." youmumbled as he walked you to the home. the garden fountain trying it's hardest to calm your nerves

✧- bi-han's eyes wander quickly at the word 'father' . bi-han cleared his throat and gave you a wiry smile. "everything will be alright. no mayter what my father says, you'll forever be mines." he said, his gruff, maturing voice soothing throught it. he kissed your hand as you giggled. "please, your treating me like royality." bi-han chuckled as he helped you up the steps. "are you not?" he joked.

✧- once you entered, you saw tomas look up with glee and kuai liang flashing you a cheeky grin. "oh my god! hi (reader)!!" tomas cheered. he rushed out his seat to hug your side as bi-han groaned at his little brother's adoration. "tomas.." he grunted. you laughed as ruffled his hair as he giggled and hid inbetween your legs. "no, it's okay! I don't mind!" you giggled.

✧- sitting beside bi-han's mother was his father. his father. his face stone cold and seemingly angry. bi-han's mother smiled at you, waved her hand out to you to sit. "please darling sit, I know it was a long walk her formt he village!" she cooed. you nodded as bi-han took you to your seat next him on his father's side. he pulled out your chair and pushed you as he sat next to him.

✧- "i've brought some pasteries of my own if that's okay?" you whispered. the grandmaster looked at you with disgusted, you felt so ugly as soon as his gaze sat on you. bi-han's mother pinched his thigh, making him jump a little in his seat. "hello. (reader) is it?" he said, his voice just as gruff and harsh as his eldest son. "yes my grandmaster." you answered quickly but quietly.

✧- "please my sweet! don't be afraid! you have nothing to fear!" bi-han’s mother assured. her husband grumbled as he closed his eyes. bi-Han’s mother leaned into her husband. “please show some respect! she is a sweet girl who loves our son dearly. Do not scare her away..” she barked softly in his ear with scorn.

✧- as all of you ate, you were shy and bashful. bi-han’s father asked away about you. Where is your bakery? Who is your father? How do you and bi-han meet? Everything was confusing and stressful and bi-han could feel that.

✧- “interesting..” his father groaned. your face was lowered and sat in between you shoulders. hi-Han had just about enough of his judgmental and rather rude behavior towards you. “can you stop? she very uncomfortable!” bi-han shouted. bi-Han’s father growled and slammed his fist on the table, scaring Tomas and kuai liang.

✧- “sit down!” his mother shouted at her husband but her demands went unnoticed. “It was you huh? you! you come into my home and shame me? Use my son was a cover?!” he roared. you started to tear up and sob, “no, that’s not it my master! I-I…!” bi-Han took your arm and lift you up and stood you up on your feet.

✧- “she said nothing of you! you ask her questions and make her feel like she’s below us. she is not. excuse us mother..” his family watched as he take you outside as you sob and crying into his chest. his mother had a faint smile on her face as she watched her son take care of you from afar.

✧- “disrespectful I say..that girl is nasty little baker girl. I don’t want my son around her, dirtying his image and mines-“. his wife lands a nice and sting slap on the grandmaster’s face. kuai loans stood up and picked up Tomas and ran away from the table as Tomas was tearing up. “How could you?! your other raised you better than this! get your head out of your ass and wake up you douche bag! that girl is doing what she can to survive! I am ashamed of you..”

✧- the grandmaster’s wife left the table, leaving him all behind. meanwhile with you, you were worn out. you got out of your dress and into a me of his shirts. you laid on his bed as he kissed you cheek. he got out of all of his gear and slipped into night clothes. he laid next to you, holding your hips tightly as you softly snored.

✧- as bi-Han was ready to fall into slumber, you woke him up. “bi-Han am I really dirty? gross? beneath you?” another emotion. it was new but not in a good way. like in a way that twisted his heart into pieces. “no, never. you are mines nothing can change that. not even my father can change that…” he kissed your lips as you snuggled to him closer. He rested his chin on you shoulder as you laid on his exposed arm.

I love you bi-Han

I love you too

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eldritch-spouse · 1 year

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[Part 3 of Gifted. Fem reader.]

Previous poll winner: Obediently take a seat next to Vesper (85.4%)

TW: Exhibitionism; Altered states of mind; Dubious consent; Hyper cum (sort of? Maybe??)

New choice! [VOTE]

Although you reflexively glance at the now empty elevator, a wave of dread snuffs out your impulsive thought.

No, who knows where you'd end up if you just darted inside and started poking around? The few floors you've been to so far are so... Different from each other. This place is unpredictable, you can't take wild chances like that. Furthermore, with this degree of madness having taken over the literally hellish crowd, there's a pretty good chance you'll be swiped up before you get anywhere significant.

Just like Santi said you would, if he let you outside earlier. Hm, no. Not a good idea at all.

This doesn't exactly mean you're thrilled about the alternative.

Vesper, this massive demon, is unlike anything you've ever seen before. It's hard to take your eyes off him, and for so many reasons. As if the fact that he's a huge, pink and purple, slightly furred form wasn't bizarre enough- There's so much to pick at here! You could start with his head, why is it that he doesn't have horns, and sports this odd tendril instead, like a second tail? His eyes are so bright... Santi's are already intense, his are like the headlights of a truck in a pitch black road. Hypnotic is an understatement, you can almost feel a phantom force keeping your head veered his way, nudging you back every time something else tries to beckon your attention.

There's a foreign sort of plumage- No, it's almost like a puffed scarf, around his neck. You're not sure why, but it looks soft. From what you can see, he sports similar tufts of fur around his elbows. Putting aside large hands are bracelet-clad wrists, you're amused by the form of his chest. Large as he is, you aren't exactly surprised by the magnitude of his upper body, it's moreso the unique form of his nipples that has you blinking vapidly.

He... His nipples are heart-shaped. Huh. Is that natural? Did he get those? Better not ask. The shine of golden chains connecting them distracts you momentarily. Although, it appears all sides and angles of this demon are determined to be scandalous. Because, as your gaze flutters further downward, you catch sight of what you can only call a maw. This comparatively enormous mouth with full dark lips and pearly teeth just like the ones on his face. It moves and parts occasionally, a fat tongue peeking out from time to time. You've never seen a monster with that type of anatomy.

Something tickles the small of your back.

Oh. Right.

Looking down, you force yourself to take a seat right next to Vesper. The booth is circular, so you put a little bit of distance between yourself and the large figure. Santi follows suit, sitting opposite of the powerful concubus. Little does it matter, as you’re soon forced flush to Vesper by a large paw.

“ How obedient of you! “ The demonlord coos. “ Had I known you’d be this much of a good girl, I wouldn’t even have ordered my imps to tie you! “

You realize now, definitely belatedly, that this monster isn’t dressed either. Maybe all concubi are just always naked like that? You have no idea. Instead of listening to his words, you’re busy examining that bizarre wonder of a mouth. Observing, flabbergasted, as it parts and allows a grotesque tongue to slither out, only for it to lap at the flushed slit located directly beneath it. O-Oh? Okay. That’s happening. Is he doing this on purpose? Does that count as masturbation? Is this King actually casually getting himself off- Why wouldn’t he be. Isn’t that his whole reason to exist?

Still, the fact doesn’t make it any easier to ignore.

You sense your cheeks steadily heating up, watching this debased spectacle that no one acknowledges. Almost as if miraculously picking up it's being stared at, the maw smiles, its great muscle darting to take a long, gross lap of your side. It's intense. You're quickly figuring out there's something very wrong with these monsters and their saliva, because the way you shudder is violent, a moan dying silently in your throat.

You... You kind of wish it would do that again.

A fleeting moment of lucidity tells you to distance yourself, but Vesper's arm is like marble around your shoulder. Oh, you're not going anywhere at all. F-Fuck.

" Your majesty- " Santi starts, looking vaguely uncomfortable. Vesper shoots him a disapproving glance and he's quick to correct himself, coughing. " Vesper... Are all Icons here? "

" Indeed we are! " The demonlord jovially exclaims. " Your boss has a lot he'd like to discuss with us. " You get to see Santi look to the side, lost in thought, like he wants to say something more but isn't sure if he should. Vesper flicks his claws. " It's a bit early for that, so we're enjoying the establishment as is for now... "

Although it sounds like something obscure and sinister is being discussed, you could frankly care less, finding this Icon's oddly behaved stomach mouth a lot more intriguing. While the two resume their conversation, so too does it continue its antics, returning to a teasing wet drag over Vesper's slit. Some tiny part of you is almost jealous you can't do that to yourself, though fact of the matter is you're still watching, as obscene as it is. It drools copiously, Vesper's slit becomes even more flushed and puffed than it already was. Having decided licking was getting dull, the muscle dips into that pouch. Blinking, your attention is on the way it undulates slightly, having found something in there already to stimulate.

Vesper's legs twitch apart further slightly, and you think you hear him sigh- But it could just be because of their talk. The motions, albeit filthy, are also undeniably sensual. With such practice, you wonder how it'd feel to be the target of those attentions.

" Well, it's always a treat to have you here, but we're all very confused. "

" Oh, so you're in the dark... " Vesper's grin stretches, an air of mischief about it. " Then, here's my little hunch- I think you're all taking a vacation to Hell pretty soon. "

You cast the smaller incubus a side-glance, finding his expression to be carefully conservative.

" ... Are we? "

The larger one shrugs theatrically. " Your lord works in mysterious ways. "

Lord? Huh?? Neither Santi nor Vesper react to your scandalized glances. If Vesper's not this "lord", then who the Hell could it possibly be? Even aware religious imagery doesn't often coincide with reality, you can't help but think of a larger than life depiction of all evil. Something unfathomable. The silence is cut through abruptly.

" But please, let us talk about more engaging topics. Tell me about this sweet minx, I picked her well, didn't I? "

It seems you're still a hot conversation topic, because your chin is suddenly grasped between two thick lavender digits, angled up so deep magenta eyes can study you thoroughly, from top to bottom, invasive and lecherous. With enough strength, you're sure he could crush your jaw, though he's only stroking along it for now.

" Did you! " The incubus you've met, maybe even think ever so slightly fondly of, agrees. The way he licks his lips heats your cheeks. He had you beneath him only a while earlier, is his appetite that big? " Such a taste, such a scent... "

Vesper laughs heartily, nodding hard, stroking up and down your side. " Yes. You get me old friend, you do... "

The pink demon looks at you as if you're a rare specimen, holding some type of mystery, some form of supernatural splendor -How ironic- Human weakness has you focusing on those large, almost bug-like eyes, his irises appear to swirl hypnotically, and you wonder why they're getting bigger, until you feel his breath on your face.

" Don't tell me you didn't try her. " Santi's voice interrupts the trance the two of you had entered. He's watching, brow lifted, a smirk on his pallid features as his arms cross.

This time, the Icon barks out in delight, shaking you unintentionally. " What rude etiquette! And you'd enjoy that? A sloppy, dripping second of mine on your garden? "

The other doesn't miss a beat. " You know the answer. " You try to scrub the mental image off your mind, but it's persistent, titillating. Why? You've never been this perverted before. " I can't speak for my coworkers though. "

Vesper's gaze sharpens ominously. " Mm, indeed you can't. "

A short pause unfolds, though far from a calm one. When the Icon turns to be facing you better, you can only cower slightly, more in fear of your own enjoyment for what's to come than genuine terror of him. His hands are fast, a clear goal in mind as he lifts your tattered, borrowed shirt out of the way and starts tugging insistently at your shorts.

" H-Hey! What the fuck- " It's a weak protest, so pointless and tame that both monsters just chuckle to each other. A rougher shove, one you'll never admit was kind of exhilarating, manages to peel the fabric down to your knees. Vesper's hand traps you in place by the hip before you can sit properly again.

Silence.

You're inwardly questioning his inaction, wondering what could have put him off when he merely stares at your pubis.

" ... You didn't mark her. " He makes a pensive noise. " Could it be that she's not to your liking after all? "

It's a joke, even you can tell that was meant to be a joke. Santi snorts, shaking his head. " I don't know what'll happen after tonight. I need to be ready for everything. "

You recall what the monster in a cloak said to you at the very start of this.

-We have no time to sort you out properly. You will pick one of us to stay with for the day-

Sure enough, you have no idea what will happen to you afterwards. The fact that neither does the demon is worrying. Mark you... A concubus mark. Control, a leash tattooed into your skin. You'd be helplessly his in mind and body, you recognize this much about his kind of demon because it's something young adults are warned of. Santi could have marked you already, how did that not even cross your mind? How were you so oblivious to the danger you were in? It's impossible to tell if you've been inordinately lucky so far, or if the worst is yet to come.

The demonlord huffs. " What of finders keepers then? "

Santi pauses. " ... I didn't quite find her, per say. "

" Oh? " The other clicks his tongue. " Tsk tsk... "

" The mimic did. " Green eyes roll.

" Ah yes, I've seen the stud. How come you're with her then? Ooh, did you fight him for her? " Vesper's excitement has him mushing your face to his abdomen, looking down at you. " Such a romantic fool, isn't he? "

The conversation is taking turns the King of Lust appears to enjoy, something slithering around steals your shorts and you're easily lifted onto his lap like a living doll. Given your size compared to him, you might as well be one. " Wait- Wait, Vesper! "

Whatever you say holds no meaning to the larger monster, he only shushes your outburst and angles you so that his second maw is directly beneath you. The thing rumbles out, ceasing its masturbatory motions to instead slap onto your bare cunt, instantly rubbing back and forth, ever greedy, ever persistent. The molten heat that spreads over you is indescribable, your whole body arching and your head tipping back so you can release a full-throated beast of a moan. It has you hooked, salivating. You didn't know it was possible to feel this good from something so mundane, tears prick at your vision and you couldn't give less of a shit about what happens so long as he keeps licking you.

" First timers are so cute, look at her face. " Vesper coos.

You don't know when Santi started moving, but you feel him against your back, the King's legs having shifted enough to allow you both to pose above his lap. His dick grinds lazily at your fluttering hole, and you can feel Vesper's tongue delight itself with the two of you, switching between your soaked folds to the other's length, spreading fire wherever it touches. The monster behind you is a lot more composed than you, and though your frying brain doesn't grasp why, it'll make sense eventually.

" Adorable. " Santi agrees, kissing at your neck, sucking a claim there. The one type of mark, aside from his cum, the monster can keep on you. There's a pressure you recognize all too well, but before even a word makes it past your lips, a broken moan does, and Santi sinks half-way into you. Both of them make patronizing vocalizations at the way you restlessly squirm, getting assaulted by pheromones from both sides, so horny you feel as if seconds from exploding.

You're going to die here, you're going to die- And you'll be damned if it won't be the best way you could possibly go out.

" No such thing. I didn't have to. " Santi eventually resumes, drool-slicked cock slowly thrusting into you, at a snail's torturous pace, the two of you being worshipped. Your cunt is so flushed and teased it almost hurts. " That little minx picked me herself. "

The Icon is thrilled to hear this. " OH? " You only nod soundlessly when he searches your face for a confirmation, grin turning deadly. " Yes, yes I picked very well... "

Slow seconds of this torture pass, you can neither bring yourself to beg them for more or to stop, stuck in a loop of shame, frustration and wanting to draw this divine pleasure out. It's incredible how these beings read a body, as soon as you feel the crests of orgasm, their attentions recede, leaving you a clenching, teary-eyed mess before they restart the climb. You're drooling on yourself and Vesper's chest, not that he seems to care.

Something's poking at your thighs, and it doesn't quite feel like anyone's tail. Your curiosity eventually takes over for a split second, and upon glancing down, you nearly choke on your own spit. You can't even comprehend it at first.

Two massive, pierced cocks bob aimlessly, featuring odd rings in two sections. A strange fat tendril you don't quite understand the purpose of twists and turns between both members. What is... What kind of madness is this? One of those fucking tree trunks isn't enough, he's got a second one, plus a tentacle? How does... Where does he keep all that? You sure hope he's not planning to put any of them inside you, it's absolutely impossible, ludicrous!

But then again... You said that about Santi's cock, and he's snug inside you right now, plus he feels so good. Maybe Vesper can do the same, can make your body take him. You can't even begin to imagine the unreal stretch, the fullness. So much, and all for you. All of it.

A snicker snaps you out of your shameless gawking. " You can touch, honey. "

No, you absolutely cannot. If you touch those, you know you'll lose yourself. In fact, you don't even consider it for too long, shaking your head and looking away, ignoring it as best as possible. Santi's arms sneak to your head, forcing you to face Vesper when he speaks to you. " Come on, just get acquainted. Not everyone has the privilege to, you know? "

Those hues blaze into yours and you shut your head, wrenching it out of the incubus' grasp to rest it on Vesper's front. A soft, pained cry leaves you when your clit is lapped at insistently. Thankfully, after a couple of very pressuring seconds, both monsters relent.

" Mm, so, she picked you, right? What then? " He says, with this "regale me" tone.

" I made sure she didn't regret her choice. " The darker incubus shrugs, playing with your hair idly, stilling your hips so you can't thrust against him. " And now we're here to get something in that belly. " Santi clicks his tongue. " Or, well, that was our initial plan. "

" No no, do order! " Vesper leans back to look around. " Where's that waiter boy... "

While the demonlord is busy looking for said waiter, you nearly sob in Santi's hold, wanting only to come. The other shushes you calmly, ever unbothered it appears, but you can feel him twitch inside you.

" Santi... " You huff, sweaty and gross and wet.

" Yeah? "

" Why is he here if this isn't how your kind eats? " It's been bothering you. Why be at a restaurant, when your food is attained through sex? Doesn't that seem counter-productive?

The monster laughs, like you should know better already, as if it were a top-tier joke. It's confusing and you grunt vapidly. " People will gather where there's food, love. You blend in, you offer them a treat, and you get one in return- Oldest trick in the book. " He sighs.

It takes a moment or two before you grasp it, but it does make sense. It's a trade, in layman's terms, something primitive yet effective.

Vesper makes a sharp waving gesture above you two, and far too soon, a new figure zooms into view. Ah, you've seen this one before, it's that bat monster, he was part of the group -The staff team- That argued over you in that little room. You can't believe he's seeing you like this right now, sandwiched between two other monsters like a mere toy, an appetizer at a crowded party.

" Y-Yessir! " The little monster cowers in Vesper's presence, though takes in the scene before him pretty quickly, making a disgruntled sort of face. A lot of emotions flash through that complexion. Shock, sadness, anger, disgust. And then, finally, he schools his features into a painfully fake fanged smile. Odd.

" Hi dearie, bring us something for the little minx here, yes? " Vesper strokes your hair, keeping you always in the moment through constant stimulus. " Oh, and a strawberry smoothie. " He adds.

The bat nods, apparently eager to leave, not that you blame him. " Right away- "

" Grimbly. " Santi calls, getting his attention, a wary squint even. The incubus quickly points at you, then the table, and wags his finger. Both workers exchange an understanding nod, and he sprints off.

What the fuck did that mean? It's your turn to look warily at the incubus, though he looks unpreoccupied, smiling and pecking your cheek. It's not as comforting as you'd like it to be.

The next couple of moments -Minutes, perhaps hours, as if you could tell in such a stupor- Are spent in the very same trance of carnality. The demons around you rumble meaningless words to each other, making casual use of your trembling body, but never offering relief to each other. It's a game of tease, it must be, but it feels far too good, even the times where they slow down to wave away your orgasm begin feeling oddly satisfying. You don't know what you want anymore, but you think you'll cry if they let go of you.

Nothing lasts forever, thankfully, so your mindless state is eventually broken by the annoying and sharp tip tip tip tiptiptiptip of the waiter's footfalls- If you can even call those appendages feet. His nature is greatly confusing to you, but you could say just about the same for the two demons who've got you wrapped around their fingers. He doesn't stop to say anything to you three, expression somber, creases of carefully contained rage ruining his youthful charm while he places the ordered items on the table and dashes away. What was his name again... Grimbly?

Santi fully pulls out of you, with a solemn grunt, leaving you needy and slightly panicked, even more so when Vesper sits you back down beside him. Why? What did you do wrong?! Soaked as you are in all manner of fluids, when you sit, you're very aware the cushions are getting ruined. A distant pang of shame voices itself.

When great irritation and befuddlement subside, the plate in front of you gets your attention. It's... You didn't really order anything specific, nor did you care to, but you have to admit it looks delicious. The steak on your plate is grilled to perfection, juicy-looking, the potatoes next to it appear entirely homemade, and the greens are so fresh you're enticed. It's not a fancy dish, but it's beautifully arranged, and the serving size is extremely generous. Even knowing you'd kill to have something this nice any other day, your appetite isn't very strong right now- Possibly because of your never-ending, throbbing arousal. It's hard to think about feeding yourself when your body screams for attention.

" It looks great. " You settle for saying, saddened by your own lack of appetite.

The smaller one nods. " The chef here is very talented, you've met him before. "

Have you...? Oh. Oh, right. The big blue one. Scary and loud, wore a white sort of smock. You remember the outline of a large knife on his pocket. That must be him.

During this exchange, Vesper uses a single claw to edge the large smoothie his way. The delicious-looking drink sits in an appropriately large -Ridiculous, to be honest- Fountain glass, curved elegantly. You wonder, for a blissfully innocent moment, if he's actually going to drink it. Just to taste it. A dark and tired expression spreads on your gradually paling face when the demonlord, with neither shame nor hesitation, tilts the container, and the majority of it spills down his lap. It lands everywhere on him, down to that huge mouth lapping itself clean, to both his cocks, tendril and thighs, dripping obscenely down his body while the King shudders and hums in filthy delight.

You stare blankly. What a waste! It looked so good! Why is he smirking?!

" Tsk, what a mess I've made...! Hah. " He waves, offering you, specifically you, a facetious pitiful glance.

" And there's no napkins here too, hm. " Santi adds, also staring at you, clawtips drumming on the wooden surface of the table.

Oh come the fuck on. This is another level of raunchy. There's napkins on other spare tables, all either of them would have to do is get up and go fetch them, but you're not an idiot, you know damn right what Vesper wants. Still, you have to push for something.

" Just- Just call the waiter- "

" But honey, don't you see how busy the poor man is? " The Icon laments. " Our little minx will just have to help me, it seems. "

" But... " You glance at his strawberry smoothie covered package, gulping. " The... The food- "

Interrupted again, some of the larger monster's playfulness fades into mild disappointment, a deadpan on that pink face. " I'm sure it can wait just a tiny bit, can't it? "

It was foolish of you to expect a King to be patient, or merciful for that matter. Naturally, cornered and still roused, you cave to their pressure. " Uh- Okay. "

You don't know what to do, where to start, there's just so much of him, you've never been in a situation like this before, it's intimidating and vaguely humiliating. Perhaps sensing the discomfort, Santi takes initiative, edging the table itself away from the seats, and gently nudging you into a kneel between Vesper's legs, which part for you to get a greedy look at him. The Icon of Lust studies so intensely it makes you burn in place, breath shortening.

" He doesn't bite, love. " Santi jokes, squatting behind you. He tucks your hair on your ears and away from your front, rubbing soothing circles on your shoulders.

" I- I can't- " You can't fit either one of those beasts in your mouth. It's just not happening, not like this.

Vesper appears to get the gist of what you're hinting at, grinning, arms crossing behind his head. " Fit me? Baby don't stress, I just need you to clean me up. "

You sigh, happy to know he at least won't kill you trying to get a blowjob.

Too timid to go straight for the gold, you start by lapping a stripe up Vesper's inner thigh, hearing him rumble in victory. You were right, the smoothie itself tastes fantastic, and that distraction is what makes you power through it, not wanting to acknowledge how the nature of this act might be adding to your secret enjoyment. Well, there's nothing secret about it in truth, these two know when someone's into it.

Still, trapped between the massive monster's legs, knowing at least a good portion of the restaurant's clients are aware of what's going down, it sends something of a lecherous thrill dancing down your spine. From both thighs, you have no choice but to go upwards, grabbing that strange cock-tendril separating both his members and holding it up as it squirms so you can dip to clean around his slit. Vesper sighs, purring.

" Good job. " Santi assures, wrapping his hand around yours and encouraging you to pump the same tendril you hold until you start doing it on your own. The other rolls his hips slightly.

The mix of sweetness with Vesper's own addictive slick has you losing most inhibitions, finding the courage to trail your tongue up that flushed tendril and sucking around the tip, the only part thin enough to safely welcome. It must be sensitive, because he makes a surprised, pleased moan, large tail thumping. If anyone was oblivious to what was going down at your table, they sure aren't now.

The one behind you takes the opportunity to claim your mouth as soon as you pop the tendril off, a ravenous kiss, uncaring that your lips were wrapped around Vesper mere seconds prior- Perhaps aroused by the notion. Santi eagerly pulls one of the King's dicks closer to your face, and you respond by placing a kiss on its tip, swirling your tongue automatically and busying yourself with sucking the smoothie off his sticky girth. You feel like you're in heat, like you can't get enough of this. When Santi's knuckles brush against your back repeatedly, you don't need to think to know he's jerking off.

The hand that isn't holding the cock you're making a lollipop out of wraps feverishly around the spare. Well, as much as your short human fingers can reach, sloppily stroking him off. You moan around him without even realizing, saliva, precum and strawberry sweetness coating your chin. Although you could never see it yourself, your pupils are creepily wide. Vesper was right, this is a privilege, this is an honor, you've been picked personally, you must be so special!

" Ohhn- Fuck yes, I knew those pretty lips were good for something, that's why I didn't gag you. " He groans when you pull both lengths together, switching from one to the other quickly. Vesper's thighs tense beneath you and he subtly lifts his pelvis off the cushions.

" She got lucky none of the garden crowd fucked her face. I would have. " Santi huffs, causing the former to chuckle.

" Oh yes, what do you think would have happened to you if Sybastian didn't find you there, sweetie? "

Having spent all this time focused on trying to fit Vesper's cockhead in your mouth, a herculean and fruitless effort, you stop squeezing and pumping at him, blinking. " ... Huh? " What are they on about?

Both demons cackle, your head is pat in reward, you have no idea why, but it makes you happy. Santi kisses you again, and you don't think you could get any higher, swaying slightly, smiling against him. You're so fucking wet, you could cum if either one of them so much as blew air on your pussy. Part of you wants to reach for your privates, but then, you'd have to stop touching Vesper, making him feel good, and you don't want that. Not when he tastes so good and makes those low noises that flatter you so much.

You actually giggle when he starts thrusting rhythmically, open-mouthed, lidded eyes begging wordlessly, as if he's burning this into his mind.

" Work hard now, love. " The one behind you whispers into your ear. " We want to make sure the King has a good time here, don't we? " You nod frantically. " Of course we do, what a sweet girl you are, making sure to thank Vesper for the free meal. "

Your melting mind gets to see Santi swiftly pumping the ruler's left member while you busy yourself with the right one and that twisting appendage. Every time he pistons in pleasure, abdomen flexing, he brushes against your face, your skin becoming gross. It's nasty, it's perfect.

When Vesper comes, it's explosive.

He's loud, so embarrassingly loud, neck craned back and cries lashing out of him. Your cheeks are so hot they should be glowing by now. Nothing could prepare you for the volume of his cumshots, load after load far too thick for you to catch, so you purely resign yourself to getting soaked, face and chest pelted, globs of it cascading down your figure to pool at your oversensitive cunt and drip to the floor.

You don't know what's happening, but the sensation is so foreign and powerful that the mere contact with his seed has your entire body pulsing, vision fading.

And you come.

Hard. So hard, so intense, you can't even cry out, gripping onto pink legs for dear life as the most powerful orgasm of your entire existence breaks you from top to bottom. You don't know what noises you're making or what face you have on, but you can hear giddy laughter and feel Santi hugging you to him, trying to ground you- Lest you fly off to only god knows where. You tremble like a leaf, dots swimming around your sight, letting yourself be plopped onto the cushions and sink into them, a dead weight, melting like butter in the aftershocks of whatever paradise that was.

Holy shit.

When you're minimally composed, slightly lucid, the ambiguous hum of conversation between those two becomes actual words, with meaning. You shiver at the sensation of cooling cum on your body and eye both of them. Vesper paws at himself idly, milking the rest of his climax while his stomach maw cleans most of the mess that didn't fall on you, Santi, or the floor. Speaking of, Santi's beside you, still hard but stained by his own seed- He must have come too at some point there, you can't tell.

" Good eye there, dearest. Want to clean Santi up too? " The King murmurs, calm.

" The poor thing, Vesper, you'll break her. " He tuts playfully, but definitely hums in appreciation when you bend to do as told, a relatively chaste tongue collecting the wet string taunting you before you rise back up. The incubus groans.

" Nonsense, see? She can take it. "

You stare at the plate in front of you. Now that you've had more to eat, however obscene that might sound, you have even less of an appetite. But... This is the only meal you'll get to have, for all you know. And, let's face it, you can't subsist on body fluids. So, forcing yourself to pick up the fork, unwilling to look at the surroundings in fear that people are watching you try to eat while soaked, you try to take in as much as you can.

Santi disappears from your side for a short while, and comes back with a kitchen towel. He hums happily while cleaning you as best as he can, and Vesper strokes idly at your back. It's comforting, especially after what you've just done, and you relax further, eating slowly. It's ridiculously good, you wish you had the stomach to down it all.

" Oh, I so wish I was a fly in the wall for that moment where you all had her pick one of you. It must have been priceless. " Vesper drawls.

" It was. Today just keeps getting more and more interesting. "

Interesting is a way to put it, sure... You sincerely just hope you make it through today, make it out of here. Perhaps it's not death that'll take you, what if it's pleasure? What if you get hooked on this? On being tossed around? No. No, it's just their pheromones, it's just their influence on you. You're going to be fine, everything will work out, you'll survive. The chanting repeats itself ad nauseam.

" Speaking of, you can't let the fun end now, Santi! "

" Hm? " Where are you going with his, the incubus' look reads.

The King makes a face, as if Santi missed an obvious point. " Well, she's yet to meet the rest of your wonderful team, isn't that right? "

Santi's eyes widen, he makes an amused little "hah" and places his elbows on the table, done trying to fix your image. " That she does. Do you have anything in mind? "

No. No no, don't let him pick! You'll go insane if you have to spend much longer around both of them.

Vesper lets out a sinister chuckle, bending to hold his head and on his palms over the table. " Me? Oh no, not as such, wasn't it this beauty who got to choose her escort today? "

Both you and Santi hang off his every word, you stop chewing.

" Let her pick again, since she has such good taste in company... " A wink is tossed at you.

Actually, this is a good idea. You like getting to pick what to do, your gut instinct has been mildly helpful so far.

" Yes! " You almost shout, piping down as soon as both raise their brows at you.

" Why not then? " Santi says, shrugging at you mischievously.

" Perfect! " The demonlord claps. " What do you say dear? Would you like to maybe, oh I don't know... Give your regards to the chef? "

Both Santi and Vesper grin wolfishly at you, waiting.

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