#physical assault over waste removal

[townpostin]

Neighbor Dispute Erupts into Violence in Jamshedpur's Mango Area

Three seriously injured in fierce fight over construction debris in Daigutu Dhobi Line A violent altercation between neighbors in Jamshedpur’s Mango area leaves three men seriously wounded. JAMSHEDPUR – A dispute over construction debris escalated into a violent confrontation in Daigutu Dhobi Line, Mango police station area, resulting in three men sustaining serious injuries. The incident…

[see-arcane]

Be for real, Jonathan/Mina are not 5% as fucked up as Mina with any other characters they put her up with like Dracula, Quatermain, Hyde, etc. Jonathan is human and perfectly good and nice guy, it pretty much ends all possibilities for twisted gothic relationships exploration. Cause people who pair Mina up with all those different male characters do it to explore forbidden or dark or twisted relationships. You can’t do it with Jonathan-there’s nothing twisted or forbidden there.

Hey friend, not sure if this is in earnest or diet trolling, but I'm going to try and lean towards assuming the former.

The three guys you mentioned are just Alan Moore in very thin masks.

Dracula is basically every director and writer's body pillow who they think should Get All the Ladies~ for voluptuous empowerment reasons (ignore the castle harem), but with Quatermain and Hyde specifically in your roster, I've got to assume you're referring to TLoEG Moore-Dracula and company. I won't waste our time going into all the reasons I hate this comic series for what it did to every single classic lit character unlucky enough to show up in it, let alone the especially disgusting treatment Mina gets. There is no version of this where I give that thing a fair chance.

So let's get straight to your point:

Jonathan is human and perfectly good and nice guy, it pretty much ends all possibilities for twisted gothic relationships exploration.

people who pair Mina up with all those different male characters do it to explore forbidden or dark or twisted relationships. You can’t do it with Jonathan-there’s nothing twisted or forbidden there.

I don't know if you've read the book or not. Maybe this is your first year Dracula Dailying, maybe you've already gone through the novel and just didn't hit the brakes like most of us did over certain ominous tell-tale points to examine the implications under some very concerning text. Either way, the novel is objective proof that you're wrong.

As is every adaptation and spinoff to ever come after its publication that 1) Turns Dracula or whoever else into Mina's only possible gothic romantic option and inevitably includes 2) Somehow removing Jonathan Harker from the board due to being played with all the feeling of a broom, getting killed, divorced, or afflicted with sudden-onset-shitty-bastard syndrome.

The thing is, your take on Jonathan--the very human heartwarming do-no-wrong sweetheart--is absolutely right...up until October 3rd. And then allll the way up to the climax in November. Because within that span of time, Jonathan Harker:

(DRACULA SPOILERS EN ROUTE)

Has a literal physical transformation in front of the entire group as Mina describes Dracula's assault. No metaphors here. His hair goes white. His eyes burn. He looks like a corpse. His hands turn cold. By the time of the climax, we find out that he now has a Glare on par with Dracula's basilisk gaze which sends enemies running upon eye contact. This is followed by a surprise dose of super strength ala his hoisting a box that took multiple men to carry even while empty, but now is full of soil and Dracula himself. He hefts it over his head and chucks it. Like nothing. Stoker never says exactly what Jonathan's deal is, but whatever it is by the book's end, It Is Not All Human.

2. Almost guts Dracula in his own house. He lizard fashioned himself out a window specifically to chase after Dracula in order to slaughter him in the middle of a crowded street and was only stopped from doing so because the Count escaped out of range.

3. Has the same determination at the prospect of needing to attack ordinary strangers if they obstruct their pursuit of Dracula. He says he's prepared to hang if need be. Meaning he's prepared to be caught and convicted of murder if it comes down to it.

4. Makes a secret oath. One that neither Mina or the heroes get to know. Namely, that if Mina winds up a vampire, he will not destroy or abandon her, but join her in her new state rather than forsake her. Mina as a human? Mina as a vampire? Mina in any form however saintly or monstrous? Still Mina to him. All other considerations are secondary to keeping with Mina and keeping Mina safe. He is prepared to prey on humanity for and with her if that's what it takes.

5. Keeps that oath secret and refuses to join the others in swearing to slay Mina if she rises as a vampire. Full stop. "It's the right thing to do! They did it for Lucy!" Jonathan Harker could not give less of a fuck. He's sitting there sharpening his kukri, now quietly reconciling with the notion that if Dracula is not put down, he may wind up turning the knife on his allies. Something we don't see in text, but the reader gets to connect the dots on. His silence itself is dangerous.

6. When he is finally forced to part ways with Mina for the sake of the hunt, he leaves her with her own gun. To use as she needs. Keeping in mind that, even if it were loaded with blessed bullets, we never once see a gun be successful in putting down a vampire. Throughout the book, the undead are only ended by beheading and staking. The gun is therefore not meant to save her from a vampire. She is heading off with Van Helsing for company, the guy who led the 'Behead and Impale the Bloofer Lady' party. As an ally, of course. Just as he was Lucy's ally. Once. (This weapon is yours, my love. Use it when you need it. On whoever it must be used on.)

But the most telling thing comes well before all of this. Even before he first swings his kukri at Dracula. One single line:

“I care for nothing now,” he answered hotly, “except to wipe out this brute from the face of creation. I would sell my soul to do it!”

This? This shit that Francis Ford Coppola flat-out stole from Mr. Harker and duct-taped to Oldman Sexyman Dracula for his erotic fanfiction? This is important. Because out of all the characters in the cast, Jonathan Harker knows the danger of the vampires very, very, very up close and personally after two months of psychological torture and exposure to unavoidable proof that demons are real, that they walk the Earth, and that the Powers that make them possible must also be real and gloating in actual factual Hell.

Meaning that Jonathan knew exactly how potent such a promise was. He was not joking. He was not making a hyperbolic gesture. He fucking meant it. Van Helsing, fresh from his library book binge on the subject and therefore rightly panicked, lays out the danger himself:

“Oh, hush, hush, my child!” said Van Helsing. “God does not purchase souls in this wise; and the Devil, though he may purchase, does not keep faith. But God is merciful and just, and knows your pain and your devotion to that dear Madam Mina. Think you, how her pain would be doubled, did she but hear your wild words..."

Jonathan spent his summer in a territory covered in crosses and vampire wards and dutiful prayer, buddy. He knows God is good enough to sting, but not enough to stop the undead fucker from preying on a full pious mountain range's worth of people like his personal feeding trough for 400+ years unhindered. If Jonathan needs the Devil on his side to end him, so be it. If he has to sign on with the undead fucker because Mina went full vampire and the only alternative is letting her be slain, so be that too.

Van Helsing, the suitors, the whole of the human population, his own humanity, even Mina's own martyr-plea for destruction rather than inflicting herself on the world, being kept under Dracula's thrall and luring Jonathan back into the same torment--None of That Matters to Him.

Jonathan Harker's only priority is Mina. Period. Over God, over humankind, over friends and foes and sanity. Mina's existence trumps them all in his mind. And if she were to stop existing, he would fall on his kukri as readily as he once risked death on the cliff or to the waiting wolves.

The end of Dracula allows him and Mina a happy ending. Stoker is a softie in the end and these characters who represent so much of a queer author's hopes--(My partner loves me unto blasphemy. Even if I am wrong, unclean, unfit in the world's eyes, this person loves me so dearly and madly that they will go to unthinkable extremes to protect me, no matter what.)--were due for a well-earned bliss. But he also makes it very clear all the way up to that point that the story could have gone wrong. Horrendously.

And in the hundred unwritten versions of the tale where Dracula got away, where Mina turned, where the good guys were too late? Jonathan Harker would be the sudden shadow at their backs, raising the kukri to strike.

Jonathan Harker cannot be allowed to exist as himself in any of the ~twisted gothic horror romances~ where authors and directors graft Mina into relationships with [INSERT BASTARD], because whether those creators know it or not, they have already fallen short of everything Jonathan Harker is and what he was prepared to do on Mina's behalf in the canon. The young man's immensely Unwell about his wife if you scratch even the thinnest layer of paint off him.

And if Stoker had given him half a reason to prove it, he'd have left a pile of valorous corpses behind in the Transylvanian snow.

tl; dr: Jonathan Harker is both a sweet little guy and a bit fucked up actually. He is not just allowed in the twisted gothic romance potential club, he is the club president. And he's married to the founder.

[mariacallous]

Sean “Diddy” Combs’ countless abuse and sexual assault allegations caught up to him on Monday after he was arrested and charged following a grand jury indictment. Though he pleaded not guilty to three federal counts of sex trafficking and racketeering the following day (he’s in detention pending trial after being denied bail twice), the damage is done in the court of public opinion.

After the U.S. Attorney’s Office in the Southern District of New York unsealed Combs’ indictment early Tuesday morning, social media wasted no time cherry-picking the most searing details — most notably the narcotics and 1,000+ bottles of baby oil and lubricant that law enforcement seized during the March raids on Combs’ properties, which were allegedly intended for his abusive sex parties, aka “freak-offs.”

The shocking information and other parts of the indictment became another point of scrutiny for Combs after his 2017 rebrand as Brother Love failed to conceal the darkest parts of his alleged disturbing behavior behind closed doors.

The U.S. attorney’s indictment of Combs appears to bolster what many have alleged about the now-disgraced music mogul for years, with alarming claims of violence and abuse going back as far as 1990.

The beginning of Combs’ end began on Nov. 16, 2023, when his ex-girlfriend and former record company artist Casandra “Cassie” Ventura filed a bombshell civil lawsuit under New York’s Adult Survivors Act, accusing the Bad Boy Records founder of sex trafficking, rape, physical violence, intimidation and more over a period of 10 years. Combs and Ventura settled the suit just one day later. The latter’s public claims started a domino effect in the months following when seven more women and two men — including Combs’ former producer Rodney “Lil Rod” Jones and another former label artist, Dawn Richard of Danity Kane and Diddy — Dirty Money — to come forward with their harrowing accusations about Combs, all of whom claimed to at some point have been assaulted, abused or threatened by him.

But Combs isn’t the only high-profile figure in the music industry whose alleged misdeeds have been exposed recently.

Shortly before Ventura filed her lawsuit last November, former music executive Drew Dixon filed a lawsuit against famed producer L.A. Reid, claiming that he harassed and sexually assaulted her twice in 2001 while she was working for him (Reid’s request to have the case thrown out was denied in August). In June, producer The-Dream was hit with a sexual assault lawsuit; his former protégé Chanaaz Mangroe accused him of rape, sex trafficking and other violent actions (the producer filed to have his suit dismissed in August). That same month, Kanye West’s former assistant, Lauren Pisciotta, sued him for alleged sexual harassment (a legal representative for the rapper claimed the lawsuit was “blackmail and extortion”). And in July, Murder Inc. Records co-founder Irv Gotti was sued for alleged rape and abuse by a woman identified only as Jane Doe (he has denied any wrongdoing).

As history has shown, a culture of abuse has run rampant at the hands of powerful men in the music industry who refuse to take accountability for any of their alleged harm. Combs claimed in December that he “did not do any of the awful things being alleged” against him before brutal surveillance footage that surfaced in May clearly showed the music executive physically assaulting Ventura at a Los Angeles hotel in 2016 (Ventura detailed the same encounter precisely in her lawsuit). He later released a video apology on Instagram (which has since been removed from his page), taking “full responsibility” for his actions in the footage but for nothing else he’s been accused of.

That could change once Combs’ yet-to-be-scheduled federal sex trafficking trial begins, as his mountain of allegations is just the tip of the iceberg of what’s publicly known. Federal prosecutors’ extensive evidence of Combs’ alleged criminal enterprise will likely expose more, especially since they claim the mogul’s unlawful behavior persisted just days before his arrest.

Nonetheless, Combs’ indictment, which also cites unnamed associates and employees, signals a watershed moment many didn’t anticipate would come so soon after Ventura’s lawsuit — remember, it took over a decade for charges to come down on Jeffrey Epstein for his crimes. With prosecutors adamant about trying Combs’ case in a court of law, the American justice system has taken the first significant step toward holding the industry executive liable for his improprieties.

Now the music industry has officially been put on notice.

The public takedown of Combs is a warning to any wealthy, high-powered folks in the music space who indulge in similar criminal acts and the fearful enablers who stand by silently, unmoved and unwilling to intervene in corruption that goes on far too long. The same goes for those, like Russell Simmons, who thought fleeing could erase the horrid accusations coming from survivors who bravely went on record about the pain endured in their workplace or inflicted by their powerful employers. Evading justice only prolongs the damage, as Combs may be figuring out. But the day of reckoning, for the music industry, at least, is here, and the reign of its abusers is coming to an end.

If we as a culture are to do right by any survivors who have spoken up, we cannot stop with Combs. It’ll take more action and more listening to prosecute unscrupulous men to the fullest extent of the law. Moreover, the music industry stakeholders must commit to creating a safer environment by exiling those who continuously defame it with their deceit.

[everlastingdreams]

The Weeping Monk x Reader : Born In The Dawn Chapter 23

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Story Summary: Locked inside a dark room in a dungeon, kept alive only for your power, you believed you’d never see the daylight again. That is until the Weeping Monk finds his way down and steals you from your captors. It is the beginning of a journey that leads you through hardship and newfound hope, but nothing is assured in a world that is changing for the Fey. The magic that runs in your veins is drawing out the worst the world has to offer, does it include the man who pulled you from the dark?

Chapter Title: The Wrath Of The Gods

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Warnings: !Grief!. !Violence!. Torture. !Sexual Assault!. !Rape Threat!. Gore. Enemies To Lovers. Pining. Trauma. Flagellation. Manipulation. Strong Language. Blood. Gore?. Misogyny. PTSD. Spicy and smut parts. Slight redemption arc.

Other warnings: Jealousy. Forbidden Love. Romance. Slow-burn…

Word count of this fic: +190K

Chapter:  23/ It’s a secret.

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Lancelot fell over on his side. Your body caved in at the sight of it happening, “No! Please, no!!!”

The Hidden’s enraged voices took over all sound.

You fought to get to him before it was too late to save him with your magic, the Brothers used their combined strength to keep you on the floor.

They forced you to watch him suffer, blood streamed out of his chest fast and began to pool under him.

The many times you had screamed out his name were countless, it was like being in a haze.

It took longer for Lancelot to die than the others, and by the time it was over you sat defeated and drained on the cold tile floor. Your vision was blurred completely by the tears.

This was the Reaper’s way of motivating.

Soran was saying something, you heard not a word of what it was.

Your eyes did not move away from the Ash Man, your friend, that had met a cruel end.

Only when the Reaper knelt down in front of you did you hear, “Bring him back.”

You spat in his face in response.

Soran held back his anger and rose to his feet. “Unhand her.”

The Brothers let go off you immediately at his command.

Soran coldly said, “Change his fate. Or will you leave him to rot?”

With the shock going through your body, you did not trust your legs. You crawled to Lancelot, your knees were in the blood when you got to his side. “Lancelot…”

The leaf pattern that had risen to the surface of his neck, no longer looked green, they looked withered like leaves who had abandoned their tree long ago. A sob cruelly forced it’s why out of you at the sight of it, you couldn’t stop them from flowing out of you anymore, the agony had taken hold on your body in the worst way.

Soran had left the knife where it was, a cruel act.

You could not heal a person when a weapon was still in their heart, the Reaper must have known this.

It forced you to remove the knife from Lancelot’s heart, and doing so was the most awful thing.

The knife fell from your hands, you didn’t want to touch it ever again.

“I am so sorry.” You sobbed and touched his cheek.

It was testing the Reaper’s patience it seemed. “Stop wasting time!”

You felt physically ill, it did not stop you from cupping Lancelot’s face and quietly begging the Hidden for help. “Please… hear my plea… give me your strength.” The green glow overtook your eyes, “And I will be your summoner.”

The Hidden’s power surged through your veins at the offer and it felt almost too strong to bear.

This magic felt wrong, like the Old Gods themselves gave it to you with great reluctance.

Still, you selfishly took it from them. If they decide to punish you for it, so be it.

Your head began to hurt, and as the pain increased blood came from your nose.

Your vision blurred until all you saw was green and all you heard were the Hidden.

The Old Gods had accepted you as their summoner and took control, proving how powerful they could be.

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The cold that enveloped you in the cell had you jolt back into consciousness.

Inside the cell it was dark and it only added to your disorientation. You tried to get up and your legs gave up immediately.

Gods… you were tired.

It felt like you had been trampled over by a horse. You crawled to the bars and held on to one. What had happened after you had lost control to the Hidden? Had they made you do the impossible? One thing was for certain, it had drained you.

An attempt to call out Lancelot’s name failed miserably, your voice was both too weak and too strained, his name changed into air instead of a word because of it.

Your throat hurt and your trousers were covered in blood. His blood…

They had left a meal for you, the soup was still warm. The grief made it difficult to swallow a sip of soup to fix your sore throat.

You drank some, no longer caring if it contained poison, you needed to catch your strength and the warm soup helped your throat.

When you called out for Lancelot, louder this time, you waited for a reply.

The wait lasted and you had never felt so alone. You put the soup down and knocked it over on purpose.

It was as if your body had shut down, there was no hunger or thirst anymore. There was no point to drinking soup to fix your throat if there was no one there to hear your call, at least no one that you cared about.

The Ash Man’s death was numbing.

The only feeling truly registering was of the cold iron bars against the side of your face.

You had not even heard them enter the dungeon and only noticed them when the group of Brothers stood outside your cell.

“She’s finally awake. Soran will be pleased.” These bastards sounded happy to find you alive. Even though they had left you in a cold dark cell unconscious.

The cell door was opened, and you were still too weak to get up off the floor.

It took two of them to tie your wrists and drag you out of the dungeon whilst the others helped.

They weren’t taking you to the dinning hall, it took too long and the route was different.

They opened the door to a bedchamber, the carpet flooring was softer to sit on when they left you there and locked the door. They didn’t even bother to help you sit on the bed, you sat on the floor, looking at it.

You didn’t know how much time had passed when the Reaper walked into the room, your mind was elsewhere.

He spoke his usual madness. “We control the balance of life and death.”

Your thoughts slowly returned to you, “What?”

Soran kept a small distance. “The Weeping Monk is alive.”

Your eyes snapped to him, it didn’t feel real, was he even telling the truth?

Your question was sharp, “Where is he?”

He was deliberately vague. “We are keeping him somewhere else right now to see how well your magic has worked.”

You tried to get up from the floor and managed to do so by using one of the bed posts as support. “I want to see him!”

Soran had not expected the news to fuel you so. “I was right to believe in the legend of the Dawn Folk.”

You hated that he had been right. “This is wrong!”

He stepped closer, hand close to a knife on his belt, “Did you consider it wrong when you brought the Monk back from the dead? No. You are willing to defy the odds if it serves your purpose, just like I am.”

How dared he compare himself to you?!

You were tired of his blatant attempts to try and get you to join his cause. “I will not damn my people for you! The Hidden gave me the power to save a Fey. They make it no secret that they are the gods of the Fey and not of Manbloods. This sort of magic is against the rules of nature itself!”

Soran knew how weak you were after such use of your powers, he took the opportunity to get physically closer. “ In a few decades, a new Brotherhood will be born of the Dawn Folk. Half-bloods, but your legacy will spread and bring victory to the Church. My warrior blood, mixed with yours.”

It was the final insult to your clan, for them to become what had caused their erasure. He would turn them into murderous monsters, they would be able to heal and bring each other back from the dead, an enemy to be feared. Even one Dawn Folk child would be enough to heal the Brothers for years to come and ensure that the Brotherhood grows in power.

He continued to try and act like this was normal. To try and… charm you? Did he truly think you could ever fall in love with him??

He tried to caress your cheek and you quickly moved away, using the bed as support.

You tried to get that idea of of his head before it lead to trouble. “The Church will never accept Feys as allies!”

Soran was unwavering in his belief. “You saw how Father Carden used his Weeping Monk, his name is feared among the Fey. Not even the Holy Father will disapprove when the Dawn Folk rises to bring us glory. The Brotherhood will be undefeatable, Dawn Folk will heal their brethren.”

The danger he posed to you was evident.

You fed him doubt, “What if I can’t carry children? Have you ever thought of that in your ‘great’ plan?!”

He did not care for the torment it would put you through, his eyes were on the goal. “We will try. Your gods are no strangers to using their powers to assure the Fey are surviving. And I know the secret to children of the Dawn Folk. A full moon.”

It was a long kept secret among your people that all Dawn Folk children were conceived on a night with a full moon, that was the key. If the Reaper knew, it meant one of the Dawn Folk must have told him.

Soran had not a glimmer of real compassion in his eyes. “Think of my offer. You could become the most powerful woman in the lands at my side.”

He was truly delusional.

Finally you got back some strength in your legs and used the bedpost as support to try and take some steps away. “The only thing I would become is a monster!”

You noticed how he kept his hand close to the belt that held the knives across his chest.

He tried to reason, “In time you would be seen as a saint. Your children will save many.”

“Many bastards of your Brotherhood!” You snarled.

There was a change in his eyes.

Your instincts kicked in and with the little strength in your legs, you bolted to the door and actually reached it.

But the Reaper’s reflexes were fast, he pushed it shut before you could open it enough and trapped you between his body and the door.

Panicked, you hit him with your elbow and tried to turn around.

He shoved you with your front against the door, and even now he acted like he wasn’t doing anything wrong. “Shhh… do not fight.”

You wished he wouldn’t feel you tremble, but he was too close not to.

Soran seemingly believed you could be persuaded. “I intend to keep you alive, to offer you an existence outside of locked doors, something the Church will not offer you. All I ask is that you surrender yourself to me.”

It was obvious what he wanted, he had made that very clear these past few days.

And you weren’t willing to have this bastard anywhere near you, let alone carrying his children and letting him have your body to use.

You struggled against his hold. “Go to hell!”

He gave a sneer, “Only the Fey are headed there.”

You gave your own back, “I will do one thing for the Dawn Folk. I will survive you.”

Some of his anger slipped out, he took hold of the back of your head and slammed your temple against the door. Hard.

Right afterwards, while tears began to brim in the corners of your eyes, he acted like it was your fault.

“Stop making me take these measures.” He warned and began to move your vest up.

The panic truly settled in when he touched your lower back and the waistband of your trousers.

No. No. No…

You used the strength of your wrists bound together to try and push back to no avail. “Get off of me!”

He coldly dismissed the protest. “It will not take long, stop struggling.”

It only made you struggle more and than a knife was near your eye.

The bastard threatened, “Remember, I do not need all of you. You do not need your eyes to use your magic or have children.”

Oh, you dearly wished that the knife was in your hands instead, you wouldn’t be threatening…

By trying to hold back tears, you wanted him to know that he wouldn’t break you. Not when his hand groped your chest and not when he tried to take off your trousers.

The fury that flared up inside of you was the thing that kept you from shattering.

He did not care when you began to quietly ask your gods to give you their strength.

Maybe he should have cared.

The voices of the Hidden filled the air and Soran all of a sudden stumbled backwards and away from you.

Their aggressive intervention came with the whisper of your title.

~“Summoner.”~

“What are you doing?!” He regained his footing fast but it was clear that he was in pain.

Was that… panic you saw in his eyes?

You had no idea what was happening or what the Hidden had done.

“Brothers!” He called out, the panic audible in his tone.

Two of them entered the room at his call, quite baffled to see their leader half-buckled over in pain.

“Soran-” One tried to speak.

Fury burned in the Reaper. “Take her back to her cell! Now!”

You heard the Reaper curse as they dragged you out of that room again.

The Hidden had kept their promise to you as a summoner. The ancient power of Festa and Moreii was their gift to your acceptance. And what better use for it than making the Reaper regret all he had done to you.

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Hours passed in the cell again, and you were yet to see if it was true that Lancelot was alive. Where were they keeping him? Was there another part to the dungeon you had not seen yet? Or was it a lie the Reaper had told to pacify you?

You still felt his hands on your skin, and in the darkness of the cell you could let the tears flow.

Your shocked state, huddled up in the corner, did not alarm the Brothers who passed.

“They say our leader’s steel is damaged.” One whispered.

Steel?… Oh.

“Do you think… she did it?” The other wondered.

They looked in the direction of your cell with great suspicion.

Good. Let them fear.

The bastards were cruel enough to take the torch that provided little light and moved it to a holder on a wall further away.

Their footsteps rescinded and you heard them close the iron door that led to the stairs.

It was both frightening and comforting to be in the darkness alone. At least they left you alone there.

You leaned your head against the wall, hiding far at the end in a corner of the cell.

Another hour passed, then a Brother came over with a stale looking piece of bread.

“Got you something to eat, Fey.” He put it down on the floor, putting his arm between the bars to do so.

When you gave no response and didn’t even look, the Brother whistled.

His pathetic attempt at comforting could not hide the threat under it. “Come now. It will only get worse for you if you behave like this, Soran can do a lot worse than what he wants to do with you. Give him what he wants.”

You didn’t want to waste the little energy left in you on this bastard and continued to ignore his existence.

The Brother sighed. “Can’t say I didn’t warn ya. All you had to do was open your legs.”

It really made it hard to hold your tongue and not call him every horrible name you could think off.

Your eyes never left that strange dirty spot on the wall.

You heard him take a couple of steps away and past the cell, and then a loud thud, it made you jump a little

You looked and saw the Brother face down on the ground.

The steel of a blade had cut across his neck and send the Brother to the floor whilst he bled out rapidly.

The next thing you registered was a sword sinking down into his back and withdrawing from it.

You had not moved a muscle, like your body was frozen in place.

It was strange to know that you knew who stood in the shadows outside your cell just by the way he walked and moved.

The door of your cell was unlocked seconds later. Your mind was slow to process it all and slowly you rose to stand.

Lancelot stood in the doorway, like something had stopped him.

Even in the dark he could see enough of your face to know that you had been crying. Your eyes were haunting.

He spoke your name, gentle and with relief.

You couldn’t believe the miracle that stood before you.

This was the second time the Ash Man had opened the door to freedom for you, this time you were actually glad to see his face.

And only the heavens knew how it gave you a surge of energy strong enough to cross the small distance and breach the line that had once been.

You reached for his aketon and latched yourself onto him, feeling the warmth of his body and considering it a blessing after having it felt cold and lifeless.

Tears ran their path down your cheeks and unto his clothing. There were things you wished to say, but you couldn’t get a word out.

Never before had he felt arms hold him like this, another being willing to blend into him.

After the cold hold of death he had experienced, the warm hold of life was more than welcome.

The Ash Man’s response was delayed by only seconds, then his arms came around and brought you in closer.

No one had ever held you like this before, in an embrace that felt like it could protect you against the ocean’s strongest wave within a storm, with your head cradled in his hand while he vowed that you would have your freedom again.

You weren’t afraid to hold him tight, murmuring into his shoulder. “The Hidden brought you back to us.”

Lancelot couldn’t stop stroking the back of your head with his fingers. “You brought me back.”

It was your voice he remembered pleading for his life.

He explained how he freed himself, “That hairpin was useful indeed.”

With great reluctance you broke away and took the smallest step back, he took the moment to cut the ropes from your wrists.

You noticed the second sword at his side, “Found those?”

He handed it to you. “One for you. I ‘found’ keys as well.”

He found it all on the one that had been guarding the door to the cell they had kept him in. He could only try to pick the lock when the Brother guarding his cell was asleep. The man was snoring like a boar seconds before he died.

Next thing you knew, Lancelot was steering your chin to the side as his eyes focused on your face, “Did he do that?”

He could see the discoloring on your temple.

It took you a second to realize he must be seeing a bruise from when Soran had slammed your head against the door. “He…”

Your throat tightened like a cord had wrapped around it.

He feared the worst, hot white rage boiled in his veins, “What else did he do?”

“Nothing.” You didn’t know why you lied, maybe because it felt humiliating.

By steering your chin again, he made you look at him as he searched your eyes.

It was that that made you try to tell the truth. “He tried to… but the Hidden helped me.”

You didn’t need to say more, he understood what it had meant.

He cupped your neck, the burning fury carried his vow, “I am going to kill him.”

For now, all you wanted was to leave this place behind. “No. We need to get out of here.”

It was like his mind sprung into action seconds before he did. He took hold of your arm. “Stay close to me.”

You let him lead you out of the cell, it was easy to tell that he had some idea as to where he was going. “Where did they-”

He quickly hushed you before it would alert the enemy.

As you followed him, you had to step over the bodies of the Brothers that had crossed his path whilst he had made his way to your cell.

He plucked a torch from the wall and used it to set fire to the wooden pillars you passed.

“What are you doing?!” You whispered.

Lancelot continued to strategically set them alight. “Burning this fort will force them out and offer distraction.”

He steered you along, and away from the fire.

The keys he had taken from one of them were put to use on a door that lead into a narrow pathway, he locked it behind you. He wasn’t guiding you out of the dungeon the way the Brothers had been doing so.

The pathway ended with another door and opened to a dungeon where many rodents had their home.

It looked far worse than the one you had been kept in.

He shared a look, and while passing a cell he pointed to the dead Brother he had left inside of it.

They had kept him there…

You gave a look that told him you understood.

A vague sound came from the direction you had come from, then a loud bang was heard. They were trying to break through the doors that had been locked to keep the flames behind you.

“They know.” Lancelot said and urged you to follow.

He walked faster and led you to a narrow stairwell. You followed him up the steps, sensing he no longer knew where to head now.

He searched through the keys to find the one that would open the gate at the top of the steps and let the two of you out of the dungeon. He was visibly stressed.

You touched his arm, hoping it would calm him somewhat.

Lancelot took a deep breath and focused on the keys, finally finding the right one that unlocked the gate.

It was impossible to ignore how many times he had touched your arm now, as if he constantly feared that you would disappear from his side.

Oh, how things had changed. Once you had hated this, now if felt quite nice.

Past the gate it was a completely different world to be in. The fort was warmer than the dungeon below, but it was also swarming with members of the Brotherhood and you knew that any loud sound could cost you your freedom again or worse.

He wanted to turn to a hallway on the right but you stopped him, that one lead to the large stairs that they had dragged you up to bring you to that bedchamber.

You could see him take a deep breath through his nose.

If he could smell a breeze that would lead him the way to an exit…

Lancelot tilted his head, deciding to take the route ahead instead.

The urge to run out of there was strong, but it would make too much sound. The only thing you could do was walk faster than usual. A door was opened in the distance, Lancelot quickly opened one nearby and upon finding the room empty he moved you with him inside of it.

It was pitch dark inside, the only shimmer of light came from the torchlight passing under the door.

The both of you stood against it and listened.

A group didn’t walk by, they ran by. They must be on their way to the dungeons to find you and help their Brothers.

Lancelot waited a few seconds longer, than opened the door again.

The plan was to continue the path ahead, but there were so many voices coming from there that you pulled him into the direction you had come from.

He took the torches off the wall and set the large curtains in the hallway alight.

You pulled a curtain down and draped it on the floor across the width of the hallway, “Put the torch to it, it will give us time.”

Smart.

He set fire to the curtain on the floor, and then followed your lead.

You remembered a little from the path to that bedchamber, there had been two other stairwells, one that led up and one that led down.

The size of the stairs took up the width of the entire hallway. Such a big fort must have multiple exists, there had to be.

Once up the higher floor, you hurried to the stairwells that were right next to each other.

You were about to begin descending the ones leading down, when you heard voices coming from below.

Lancelot shared a look with you, you were already rushing over to the curtains and pulling one down while he took a torch again.

You let some of the curtain drape over the first few steps, than he put to torch to it.

The castle was already starting to smell of smoke, the old wooden floor would not survive for long.

Lancelot took you by the hand and pulled you up the stairwell that went a floor higher again. “I can smell the sea.”

That meant you were close to getting out of there…

At the top of the stairwell was a heavy wooden door and you could hear the sea at the other side of it.

None of the keys he had on hand worked and the two of you ended up having to use your swords to get the door to budge, then Lancelot put his shoulder against the door a couple of times and broke it down.

Heavy wind and rain almost pushed the door shut in your face again, luckily the Ash Man anticipated it and kept it open. He let you step outside first and you couldn’t care less that the rain was enough to soak through your clothes in minutes.

The rain mixed with the dried blood on Lancelot’s aketon and cloak. The moonlight was the only thing offering light, the sea around you would have appeared as a black abyss otherwise. You were at the top of the castle’s keep, fear had no place in you anymore when hearing the sound of the sea around you and the wind going through your clothes.

Fire was breaking through the windows in multiple places throughout the castle and it was spreading with aggression. For a moment you wondered if the flames were somehow connected to the one who had created them. If the Hidden made your healing magic stronger, who was to say that they did not make their summoner of the Ash Folk stronger as well?

Lancelot stood not far from you, his eyes fixed on the flames down below.

You faintly heard the Hidden, and deep down you knew that the flames were not just born from fire, but from fury as well.

While you were looking around to reach the alure of the castle walls, the heavy door Lancelot had shut behind him was kicked open.

The Reaper had managed to avoid the flames that had begun to fill the hallway where his bedchamber was located, by fleeing for his life he had chosen the same route you had taken.

The sword was already in Soran’s hand, still he seemed surprised to see you and Lancelot there.

Immediately, Lancelot stepped in front of you.

This bastard would have to crawl over his corpse before he would ever get to lay a hand on you again.

The Reaper watched the flames destroy his Brotherhood, then looked at the one responsible for it. “If Father Carden had seen this, he would have given the order for your execution himself.”

Lancelot fought back the response it caused in him and spoke to you over his shoulder, “Go. I’ll distract him.”

You weren’t going to leave his side again, especially not when he was facing the Reaper in battle. “No.”

There was a sword in your hand, you weren’t running from this.

Soran offered a chance to the Ash Man, “Hand her over and I will see past this.”

Lancelot scoffed, a wry smile formed. “I will not.”

The coldness in the Ash Man’s tone put ice to shame.

Soran took some steps closer. “I only offer, because I know how she will suffer once I kill you. Permanently, this time.”

Even now, he was trying to blackmail others into submission, while his fort was burning to the ground and none of his Brothers were there to aid him. The confidence the Reaper displayed worried you, he showed no fear.

Soran got closer, warning you of what it meant to fight him, “I have trained the strongest of men, the Trinity Guard’s skill is no match for the Brotherhood and neither is yours, Brother.”

“I am not your ‘Brother’!” Lancelot’s tone was sharp.

The Reaper spun the sword in his hand. “You’re right. You betrayed us and now you will suffer the consequences of it.”

Lancelot did not let Soran get closer and faced the inevitable battle head on.

You knew he was doing it to try and keep Soran at a distance from you. The Ash Man was walking to the blade to protect you from the monster that wielded it…

Lancelot was the first to lunge and saw Soran move skillfully to avoid the blade.

The Reaper was not the sort to fight fair, the knives he carried on him weren’t there for decoration, he drew one and tried to cut Lancelot’s arm with it.

It was anticipated by the Ash Man, he had seen him reach for it and punched Soran in the jaw after avoiding the knife.

He had to duck to avoid Soran’s sword cutting off his head, the bastard did manage to land a kick against his stomach that send him stumbling back.

You attacked the Reaper, aiming to disarm him.

Soran blocked your sword with his, but you took him off-guard by striking him across the face with your fist.

He hooked his sword with yours, forcing you closer and then he moved his elbow in a quick motion, it struck your jaw and nose.

Only a few ‘things’ of you were necessary to him, others could be damaged… he had been truthful about that.

That blow to the face landed you on the ground, leaving you disoriented for a moment.

Liquid ran over your lips and you realized blood was running down from your nose.

The fight was still going on and you pushed yourself to your feet, feeling some vertigo hit as you did.

Soran was trying to get Lancelot closer to the edge of the keep, undoubtedly to make him fall. He attacked Lancelot, using the sword as a distraction to aim the knife for the heart of the Ash Man again.

Lancelot was strong enough to grab Soran’s arm to prevent it, but the Reaper took solace with sinking the knife into his shoulder instead.

He gave Soran a push, who left the knife lodged where it was.

You saw Lancelot pull the knife out of his shoulder. The knife was worse enough, but you saw where he was standing.

You ran up to the Reaper, sensing what he was about to do.

That rotten filth had lunged at Lancelot with the sword, Lancelot blocked it with ease, but he could not defend himself against the second kick he got from the Reaper.

He lost his footing and stumbled backwards. As a last effort to save himself from falling down to the rocks below, Lancelot held on to the edge of the keep with his hands.

Dangling from the wall, he had little chance to pull himself up again, Soran was quick to go and step on his hand so it would let go.

You charged at Soran and slammed your body into his side to knock him over, when he hit the ground you reached for Lancelot’s arm to help.

You had only took hold of his arm for a few seconds when you were ripped away from him by the Reaper who pulled you away from the edge.

He clearly didn’t want to risk you falling to your death. “Stay away from the edge, you are still needed.”

You elbowed him in the side and broke free, only to be grabbed by him again.

He held on while you struggled against him. “I will let you watch how the Weeping Monk shatters his skull on the rocks below!”

The Reaper was determined in not letting you escape from his sight and steered you with him to where Lancelot was hanging on for dear life.

And then Soran saw that the Ash Man was no longer hanging on to the edge.

Soran had made the mistake of turning his back on Lancelot, his priority should have been with him, not you.

You knew that there wasn’t enough time for you to pull Lancelot to safety, but what you could do was touch his arm and heal his injuries, making him strong enough again to save himself.

Then all that need to be done was distract the Reaper to buy him time. To move in Soran’s grasp so he would not be facing the edge.

Soran must have thought Lancelot had fallen, because it took him three counts before the truth of the matter set in and he realized he had been tricked.

Lancelot’s sword came down on Soran’s arm, and severed his lower arm from his elbow.

It fell to the ground at your feet and you instantly felt the hold on you disappear.

You broke free and created a distance.

The sight of the severed arm did shake your stomach a bit.

Without a sword, and horribly wounded, Soran was powerless when Lancelot stabbed him through the heart.

Lancelot twisted the blade and then withdrew it.

The blood mixed with the rain and it made for a gruesome sight.

Soran fell down next to his arm, and his dying breaths told you that he was choking on his own blood.

The silence that soon followed felt strange. You never thought you would be looking down at the Reaper’s corpse one day.

Lancelot stopped in front of you and wrapped a hand around your upper arm, then he moved closer, “Are you hurt?”

You could only shake your head, to lost for words by what had transpired.

Something on the ground reflected in the moonlight.

Soran’s ring…

“That ring… if we show it to the Fey…” You offered him the idea.

With the ring, they would be more inclined to believe him when he would tell them he had killed the Reaper.

Lancelot went over to retrieve the ring from the severed arm, while focusing his thoughts on something else and not on the fact that he was stealing from the dead.

He pocketed the ring and came back to you. “We need to go.”

You agreed with him on that and together you made your way over to the alure of the castle walls in search of a safe way down to ground. From the direction you were heading into, shouts were heard. You shared a look with Lancelot, knowing that the way back only led to fire.

He knew what had do be done to survive, “We have to jump.”

It was a long fall down into the sea and you weren’t keen on that plan at all, “Are you bloody mad?!”

Lancelot sheathed his sword, took you by the arm and steered you to the edge of the wall in between the battlements. “We jump or we die.”

Even his own faith in the plan seemed to falter for a blink when looking down at the sea that was only illuminated by the full moon.

The voices sounded closer, this had to be done.

“Dammit…” You cursed and sheathed your sword too. “You first?”

Lancelot managed to grin. “You lead, I follow.”

Oh, so now he had no problem with someone else taking charge.

“You’d better.” You warned and stepped to the edge.

It took a lot of your courage to make the jump into the depths below.

The fall went faster than you had anticipated and you hit the water, you swam to the surface right away.

Just as you reached the surface, the Ash Man hit the water on your right.

It were a couple of worrisome seconds until he came above the water as well.

Together you swam to shore and were grateful that the sea was calm compared to the rain and wind.

You crawled unto the sand, tired from the healing and the swim.

Even Lancelot struggled to get to his feet, when he did he looked back and saw the castle burning like the sun in the night sky.

You looked as well, seeing the flames claim all of the fort without mercy.

A deep sigh of relief left you, and for a moment all you focused on was the water moving around your body whilst laying in the sand.

A castle burning in the midst of night was sure to draw attention.

There was no time to rest. Some of the Brotherhood would escape the flames.

Lancelot held out a hand for you to take. “We have to leave this place. Others will see the flames from afar.”

You sighed and let him help you up, vertigo set in again and you had to lean into his side to keep yourself steady.

He did not complain, your magic had been what saved him, “Can you still walk?”

“Depends on how far we are talking about.” You admitted, “Did they take Goliath when they took you?”

He shook his head. “I send him away before they could try to take him too.”

In other words, you had no horse.

Lancelot didn’t let the newfound hope escape. “There have to be horses nearby. They brought us here on wagons…”

“Use your nose?” You made the suggestion.

He deadpanned. “Hard to smell anything besides the ashes in the air.”

Still, he tried to inhale deep and slow a couple of times.

After coughing the scent of smoke out of his lungs, he said, “I can smell a stable.”

“You can smell the wood and horses?” You frowned while letting him help you walk.

An actual chuckle fell from him, light as air, “I can smell the manure, and now with the rain the scent is strong.”

Gods, and you had even asked him to smell it…

The small laugh escaping you felt wonderful. “Lovely.”

His chuckling increased until he composed himself. He helped you walk over the rocks that had washed ashore over time. All of a sudden he stopped you and turned you to look at him, before you could question it, he made you tilt your head backwards to inspect the damage to your nose.

“I wish I could heal you.” He stated and let go, something akin of remorse was in his eyes.

You wouldn’t hear it, he had done more than enough. “I will live. Don’t you worry about me, Ash Man.”

It was one of the few things he could not do.

The sound of horses neighing reached your ears, they must have noticed the fire too. Lancelot helped you walk towards the sound until the vertigo you felt lessened. The sight of the burning fort against the dark sky and between the rain and wind was imposing.

You found the stables at the beginning of the stone pathway that had led to the fort. A wagon with horse stood outside of it and you left Lancelot’s side to go to the poor animal waiting for it’s rider alone.

Lancelot walked by and went into the stables. “Call out if you see or hear anything.”

You gave a nod, and saw how the horse was clearly glad to see someone.

He had left the door of the stables open, a few horses suddenly darted out and headed for the woods. You looked and saw that there were still other horses inside of the stables and that the Ash Man was cutting their reins loose. He was freeing them. Once he was done, Lancelot came out of the stables and joined you by the wagon.

This wagon equipped with a bonnet would be very useful, especially in this weather.

“We are taking the wagon?” You guessed his plan.

He gave a nod, “I’ll ride.” And steered you to the back of the wagon. “Up you go. Careful.”

You almost envied how energetic he was from the healing he had received from you twice, because you barely managed to get yourself up on the wagon, it took two attempts.

On the second attempt, he offered his shoulder for you to use and supported your elbow with one hand while using his other to make sure you didn’t fall.

And that was where it got him into trouble…

His hand was on your back until you were halfway up the wagon. And his attention had been on getting you safely onto the wagon, not on where his hand landed next.

When you felt it touch your rear, you were on that wagon in a blink.

The last thing he wanted was to make you think it was on purpose, that he would use the situation to…

He quickly began to apologize, “Forgive me, I did not mean to-”

You stopped him. “I know.”

The experience with the Reaper was still fresh on your mind, and you could not hide the look in your eyes from the Ash Man. Your mind had went back to the moment, and it took you a few seconds to feel Lancelot’s eyes on your face.

Not a word was shared when you looked at him, he knew…

With some reluctance, he stepped away from the back of the wagon and headed to the front.

You saw him climb up into the seat and take the reins, “Have you ever rode a wagon before?”

No…

“Do not worry.” He eased your mind while trying to sound confident.

He would do the worrying on his own.

Luckily, some of the wagon’s bonnet covered him from the rain as well.

And by the answer, you knew it would be an interesting ride.

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[nonbinary-beast]

I've been thinking about Knight Rider again these past few days, mainly a what-if regarding a crossover/AU between Knight Rider and the alien tech I've got going in the Computer Hell/Devil's Advocate AU/crossover.

Anyway, what if KITT got some of that alien tech. No apocalypse, no nuclear war- just Knight Rider as is, but during one mission, KITT and Michael encounter a strange UFO and it changes them for the rest of their lives.

How I figure it would go is this, while working on a case KITT picks up strange readings on his scanners; Michael thinks it might be related to their case (maybe it could be something along the lines of the toxic waste dump episode, bad guy of the week is doing stupid shit regarding dumping nuclear waste or doing some Incredibly Bad Thing that would give off all kinds of funky electronic readings). They investigate it, and find there's this odd craft sitting out in some remote area- maybe nearby where they are supposed to be working, so it makes sense to them to have a look. KITT attempts to connect with it, get an idea of what it is and what it is doing here, and to his surprise, it tries to connect with him in return. At first it seems to be completely wireless, over the air transmissions, until Michael notices filaments starting to appear in the air around KITT- coming from the craft.

In fact, they are directly connecting KITT to the craft. Michael tries to remove them as they become more numerous and thick, but unfortunately, he started too late; whether there are too many of them, or the thick ropes of what looks like some strange, flexible chrome are too tough to break- KITT is now hardwired to the craft. He cannot detach himself physically or electronically.

Meanwhile, KITT is too preoccupied with trying to communicate with the craft to notice what is happening. At first the alien craft cycles through languages, finding a common ground to establish a connection, then he's met with a torrent of information- star maps leading towards a portion of the galaxy that is as of the current era uncharted, system information and intentions of its visit, the breadth and depth of its expansive capabilities- everything. KITT in turn is assaulted with queries about his own systems. It's all he can manage to keep up with it's pace of transmission- the craft's hardware and software effortlessly outpacing his processors as they ping queries and answers off each other (admittedly, it is quite stimulating, a welcome challenge under any other circumstance), and his cooling fans spinning at their limit as he tries to process the barrage of information coming his way. All he knows is that as he pursues communicating with the craft, the world around him gets more and more faint, until he can barely hear Michael frantically trying to warn him about the lines that branched out to ensnare him. Then, the rushing rapid of data stills, trickling down to simple statements:

Subject deemed compatible for transfer.

Transmitting subject to vessel.

Suddenly he's gone. All of his files, his consciousness, is pulled from the vehicle. KITT goes dark, Michael's blood runs cold. His eyes dart from the trans-am to the strange craft sitting in the middle of the californian nowhere and he is struck with the urge to get onboard.

Something something Michael does a Michael thing, Michael manages to break into the space ship. Michael is met with an interior that looks like it was never meant to be operated by a crew, or it is so advanced he cannot tell whether he's looking at controls for the vessel or internal organs molded from chrome. He does however, notice the massive tube-like vat in the center, with a massive being covered in glossy black floating within; curled up, fetus-like, and it is rapidly developing right before his eyes.

The next thing KITT knows is that he is suddenly back online, his processes feel faster than they had been when he had been communicating with the vessel- before he had been lightning quick, now he felt like he was operating at the speed of light.

But, he's not out in the warm california evening, there is no dirt beneath his tires- he has no tires. He has... Limbs, hands, digits. His body is no longer a rigid frame of steel and MBS coated paneling- he can move more fluidly, but he does not feel vulnerable either. Around him it is warm, but wet- viscous as he shifts around, new limbs spasming in time with involuntary electronic pulses from his quickly developing systems.

Then, his visual sensors come back online, and he sees for himself where he had been spirited off to. Surrounded in a thick, reddish fluid, he can see the array of tubes sprouting from his middle (how strange, to have a middle, a belly) to reach down to the floor of the vessel he is suspended in. But as his eyes roam over the inside of its confines, he finds he is not alone- not in the vessel, but outside of it; beyond a large window out into what looked like... Well, KITT was not sure what it looked like. His surroundings beyond the vessel was at once metallic and organic- but he knew who was standing among the strangeness, the oddity of the entire dream-like circumstance.

Michael was staring at him through the window, his face was twisted in a mixture of confusion and concern. On impulse KITT reached out towards him, his hand resting on the viewport. His hand, that looked like some strange mix between insect chitin and plate armor, black and glossy.

His hand, that was large enough to grasp Michael's head like a grape. he tried to call out to him, but there was only a guttural, garbled cry through the viscous natal fluid. Michael stepped back.

KITT could sense, see data streaming between the craft and himself; they were still linked, as the rapid development and maturing of his new, strange form started to slow, and then stopped.

Transfer complete.

A harsh tone splits the air, and the tube-like vessel he had been floating in suddenly drained, then split open to eject him. He fell forward onto the floor of the ship, dripping with the remnants of the red fluid he had been floating in, splayed haphazardly where he fell, struggling to get to his feet. Struggling to speak.

Michael looks on in horror, uncertain as to what he is seeing. He thinks to run, but this thing grabs him. Its grip is like a vice, he struggles, beating on the armored plating, trying to wrestle himself free. All the while, the thing that fell out of the vat is making noise, loud, almost deafening.

"MIiiIIaaauuughh!"

"Miiiichhhaaaauuu!"

"Miichaauuull!"

He pauses for a moment, realization striking him like thunder. There is a familiarity to the sound of this entity. It's voice, as it grows clearer, it sounds like-

"KITT?"

[thefreelanceangel]

How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass?

With one of the most flexible moral compasses imaginable, C'allie is... shockingly impossible to talk into breaking her very, very few rules. And she is not gracious about it if other people trespass on those rules.

Considering her profession and her enjoyment of flaunting rules that, to her, are pointless or flimsy, she's fine with dishonesty and theft and homicide. Cheating on someone who hasn't agreed to an open relationship is something she finds stupid but not morally abhorrent. (C'allie just doesn't understand why you'd cheat. Just break up and go fuck who you want OR talk to your partner and come to an agreement! Not hard, in her opinion.)

However, she will not abide something that can't fight back being hurt. Children, animals, people who aren't physically capable of defending themselves (who picks on the elderly anyway, really?) are just off limits. Completely. Fuck with them and she will find you and demonstrate what it's like to be unable to save yourself from harm.

Sexual assault is another thing she just does not abide. When it's so, so easy to find a partner to willingly share your bed, there's no excuse for it. (Steal the gil to buy a prostitute, fine! She doesn't mind that!) It doesn't matter who has been assaulted or what the excuses are. She won't only hurt you herself. She'll tell her BFF and partner in crime, Seifer, who also abhors rapists.

And then they'll have a gleeful time bonding over removing that waste of skin from Eorzea.

[thegreatstoryteller]

TF Therapy: Adam

“Hmmm my week? So I got this vintage cameras to take even better pics of myself. I fucking love actually using social media now! Who ever thought that I’d be just as popular there as I am in real life! Everyone loves seeing me flex. Bro! I got like 6 dates from these really hot chicks. And 1 from a dude!” Adam said snapping a picture of himself.

Dr. Eric Chang sighed. He understood his client loved his new body, but removing his shirt and flexing the whole time was a level of admiration that wasn’t normal, even in this business.  “Adam, I am glad you are enjoying your new found... popularity. I know this is a pretty big change compared to what you were experiencing previously. It’s also nice to see you embracing your sexuality in new ways... we’ll actually circle back to that. I actually had a question. I noticed you’ve yet to mention any of your old friends from before your incident. As they were some of the few people at the university who witnessed the event I expected some level of confidement.” 

Adam squinted his eyes “What? Noah and Arman? I mean... like. Fuck... I mean I said hi to them once when we were passing by in classes, but... they’re like so boring and shit now. Always talking about the lame stuff we used to do. Like, no I don’t want to play that stupid game. I gotta go to the gym and show off this awesome bod. Anyone who gets in the way can fuck off.” Adam said defensively. 

“Right...” Dr. Chang said trying to maintain composure. “Well on that note, I believe we should discuss the heart of the manner here. You’re aware of why you attend these program appointed session exists, correct?”

Adam rolled his eyes. “Because that puny little runt can’t take a fucking joke.” There was an involuntary clench of his fist as he said this. 

“I’m going to insist you don’t use language to disparage others during these sessions Adam. We’re here because of your assault of Vincent two weeks ago. I understand there may be animosity between the two of you given your history, but physical altercations are not a solution to any issue you may still have with him.”

Adam feigned a look of interest. “Really? Because it felt fucking good. Felt fucking vindicated when the wimp bumped into me and I knocked him over like nothing. Serves him right. The piece of shit. You have any idea what he did to me and Noah before? This shit is nothing compared to that.” Adam grew angrier at this point.

“This is actually a good start. Why don’t you walk me through what happened between you two before the incident?” Dr. Chang suggested calmly.

“Hell no. What’s the use in talking about the boring past? I’m not that pathetic nerd anymore. THAT”S HIM!” Adam growled, once again getting defensive. “I’m not that scared 18 year old weakling anymore. I’m fucking 23 now! I got wasted last night as these two hotties felt up my arms. That’s me. That’s who I am!”

“Alright. Adam, I know it may be difficult to discuss areas that make you feel discomfort, but I need you to respond truthfully to my questions. We won’t make any progress this way. Plus, the program has far more severe punishments for transformation related crime outside of appointed therapy. So please. Calm down and talk to me.” Dr. Chang’s voice was a bit daunting with how calm his tone remained.

“You want to know why I’m mad? Vince was garbage before this all happened. He’s garbage now too. He just lived his perfect fucking life, cheating on tests, asking freshmen to do his dirty work, and then picking on them in public. He strong armed me to do all this shit, and let his frat bros throw beer at me when I gave it to him. I’m fucking glad he walked in during my lab and ruined my experiment. I should say making a device that can swap bodies and manipulate reality should be what I was proud of, but no. I’m fucking glad I got Vince’s sweet ass body now. Not just that but his fucking reputation, friends, and his cocky alpha attitude. I don’t take shit from no one anymore.”

At this point Adam was seething and standing up. In his short time as an Alpha college guy, usually this got a rise out of people, however Dr. Chang seemed unphased. 

“Thank you for sharing this with me,” the doctor finally spoke up as Adam calmed down. “Victims of abuse can manifest their distress in many ways. I had assumed you’d never confided in the many instances of Vincent’s wrongdoings prior to the event and I am very sorry you felt that you couldn’t rely on the authority figures in your life or your friends to help you.” Dr. Chang had read extensively about Adam’s case prior to this situation. He found it helped to pacify some of the more heated situations.

Finally Adam, sat down and relaxed his all too visible muscles. “I uh... I just... I’m still fucking mad at him... Vincent... I know... fuck I barely know how to make sense of this shit anymore... I know my device swapped our bodies... but also our places in reality... so people always remember me as this huge handsome guy... but fuck I’m still mad at that guy. And no one fucking remembers how big of an ass hole he was to me...” Small tears began forming around his eyes, but were quickly wiped away.

“I understand Adam. Many people deal with abuse and violence in different ways. Many people also deal with their transformations in different ways. It certainly doesn’t help that Vincent had court ordered anger management issues that apparently have manifested in you as well. You are experiencing a lot of intense emotions more powerfully than ever. You’ll need to find ways of coping with those feelings that Vincent never did. If you’d like I can help you with some of those methods.” 

There was a silence for a moment as those words left Dr. Chang’s mouth. “I’d... like that... yeah... I... don’t like being angry all the time.. honestly I do love showing off, but I don’t like what it’s done to me... or how I keep being rude to Noah and Arman... could we talk about them later too? I don’t got anything in common with them so it’s kinda awkard now. They’re not even old enough to go to the bars I hang out at now.”

“We certainly can discuss maintaining relationships as well as some calming excercies. I look forward to working more with you on these things Adam. For now our time is up, but I’d like to ask one more thing for our next session. Can you please keep your shirt on for the duration?”

Adam smirked, but nodded compliantly as he redressed. 

Dr. Evan’s Chang’s Notes on patient: Adam

Age: (18) 23

Height: (5′0) 6′2

Race: Caucasian - Germanic

Subject appears to exhibit bouts of anger similar to original host of the body they now reside in. Unsure if that is due to prolonged exposure to a powerful personality inside the body OR if it is due to reality changing aspect of device that swapped body. Simple body swaps can result in changes in personality in a variety of ways (for example swaps larger bodies on average usually lead to increases in self esteem). However, body swaps as a result of reality changes are less common and cause/effect can be muddled due to limited records of previous personalities even existing. Unfortunately due to Adam’s device, his current knowledge of the device is... limited. He seems more interested in parties and bars than the scientific breakthroughs he made at such a young age. His brain scans showed similar levels of neural plasticity as that of a young prodigy though, so there may still be hope he recovers his intellect. For the time being any plans to use the device have been barred from any use or experimentation... even for willing subjects like Chris...

But this is all besides the point. Adam appears to be receptive to learning techniques and exercises that will help him better manifest his anger. Hopefully these pro social building blocks paired with re establishing old friendships will help shape his behavior more positively going forward. My hypothesis is that once his emotional outbursts settle down his normal brain patterns may return and he may be able to tell us more about how to operate his device.

[miyaagis]

demon lover

+ pairing. incubus! oikawa / fem reader / incubus! kuroo

+ genre. dark, smut

+ word c. 2,378

+ warnings. snuff, dub/non con, implied somnophilia and stalking, facial, choking, fellatio, creampie

+ author n. part 2 of monster. there are some references from it, but u should be able to understand the story even if u didn’t read that one before :)

it has been around five weeks since your encounter with oikawa and you’ve felt restless ever since.

it doesn’t matter where you are —on the streets, at uni, even in your own bathroom— there’s always an unsettling feeling of being watched.

but the nights are worse.

as soon as you close your eyes, images of him smirking down at you plague your mind and dreams. he’s repeatedly having his way with you, fucking you and making you come over and over again until you wake up. leaving you sore and wide awake for the rest of the night.

the days go by and it’s as if your energy is being sucked out of you, not even coffee nor energy drinks are able to keep you awake and away from the haunting dreams.

your body feels weak, you are weak. your fragile-looking body, covered in bruises and dull, sunken eyes easily attract looks of concern from your friends and family. but what’s most concerning it’s the fact that even if you’re restless, you keep thinking about that night.

your body and soul ache for him and you wonder if it’ll take another year until you can see him again.

it’s not until you’re at your weakest, delirious, and on the verge of insanity when he shows up. or at least that’s what you hope, being unable to distinguish your dreams from reality anymore.

“you’ve been such a good girl,” he coos in your ear, stroking your hair out of your face and leaning closer, “have you been waiting for me?”

you nod frantically, whimpering when his lips touch your cheek. he shuts you up with his mouth, his thumbs grazing the skin of your cheekbones and making you melt.

the blissful state you’re in vanishes when an unknown pair of hands start removing your clothes.

your eyes widen, trying to get a look at the intruder but oikawa keeps your face fixed on him with a strong grip on your jaw.

“i brought a friend, hope you don’t mind.”

you take a peek over his shoulder, and your eyes meet a pair of menacing ones. you recognize him immediately as oikawa’s friend from the party —another demon.

“hello, kitten. don’t mind me; i just had to see with my own eyes the pretty pussy that he has been bragging about.”

the dark-haired demon’s lips curl up in a smirk when he sees the troubled look on your face. but it’s true, oikawa hasn’t shut up about you so it's reasonable kuroo asked him to share.

his hands roam over your legs, forcing them open and keeping a firm grip on them when you try resisting him. he takes his cock out of his pants with one hand and lines it up with your entrance, marveling at the sight of your folds.

“oh and you can call me master too.”

he slides in without warning nor prepping you, the burn of your walls stretching as they make room for his cock bringing tears to your eyes.

you don’t want him. it should be oikawa, not him.

“s-stop, please,” you whine, looking at oikawa when kuroo refuses to acknowledge your pleas. but his eyes harden, a dark look taking over his features.

“don’t be rude to our guest and shut up.”

his words break your heart, tears now falling freely down your cheeks as you keep being fucked by the other demon.

“shit, kitten. i can barely fit inside your pussy. let me stretch you out, yeah?” kuroo groans as he keeps forcing his way inside your walls, his girth finally sheathing in and causing him to breath out in relief, “that’s it, sweetheart.”

“isn’t she amazing?” oikawa smiles brightly at his friend, craning his neck to the side to observe your pussy being abused by kuroo’s cock, “the neediest cunt i’ve ever had.”

you clench involuntarily at oikawa’s words which make kuroo groan.

his hand slaps your thigh only to grab a handful of it and squeeze it, “i knew you’d love my cock.”

you’re about to protest when kuroo places your legs over his shoulders and leans forward, resting his upper weight on top of you.

“no! wait– please. too much! ‘s too much, please!” you try to push him away, your nails digging into the skin of his forearms but your desperate wails fall on deaf ears.

kuroo’s pace is relentless, every graze of his cock against your snug walls feels like fire.

your eyes lock with oikawa’s, he looks pleased —much to your dismay— and you feel your heart drop when he catches you staring and smiles.

“enjoying yourself?”

a cry escapes from your lips when kuroo picks up his pace, the distinctive sound of his cock thrusting inside your pussy taking over the bedroom.

“fuck, shut up. you’re getting annoying,” kuroo groans but you’re way too preoccupied with the pain to register his words.

you keep sobbing your heart out, your desperate cries getting louder as he continues his assault on you.

his large hand suddenly covers your mouth, concealing your sounds and making your eyes widen.

“i told you to shut the fuck up, stupid whore!”

“can you control yourself and not kill her before i get a turn?” oikawa’s irritated tone reaches your ears, “you always do this.”

the tears refuse to stop, kuroo’s actions plus oikawa’s words wounding you both physically and emotionally.

“i’m close, fuck– so close,” kuroo’s grunts in your ear, the snap of his hips picking up its pace as he draws to his end. 

a few thrusts later and he’s finally reaching his high, emptying himself inside of you. his cock pulses as it pumps his cum inside your raw walls, moaning in relief at the way they wrap around him.

once he lets go of you, you curl up around yourself. your soft cries are the only audible thing in your bedroom, pain tugging at your heartstrings as the weight of what just happened falls on you. you’re so lost in your own suffering that you miss the quiet sound of clothes rustling.

it’s not until oikawa’s familiar scent reaches your nose that you look up —teary-eyed and with your eyelashes wet with tears— and observe as he crawls up his way on top of you.

“will you be good to your master?” he asks while wiping your tears away, pouting at you mockingly.

“please,” you don’t even know what you’re asking for, your mind too hazy and your body too weak to comprehend what's going on around you. 

but he goes in anyway.

his hard cock enters you easily, sliding in thanks to kuroo’s cum still coating your insides and bottoms out almost instantly.

“shit, it feels way better when you’re awake.” 

he starts a slow pace, basking in the feeling. his hands start kneading your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh under his fingers, and then running the pads of his thumbs over your nipples.

the sensation has you involuntarily gushing around his cock, wet sounds starting to echo around the room and prompting kuroo to lazily stroke his hardening cock again.

“naughty kitten, you want more don’t you?” a devious look takes over kuroo’s features, but he instantly dismisses your presence by turning to oikawa instead, “does she give good head?”

“why don’t you–hah, see for yourself,” oikawa struggles through his words, brows furrowing in pleasure as his hips collide against yours.

kuroo wastes no time, making his way next to your head while his hand keeps pumping at his now fully erect cock. the weight of it falls on your parted lips, running the leaking head over them and coating them with pre-cum.

you’re not given a warning, kuroo’s fingers get a tight hold on your jaw and force it open so he can slide in, the head poking at your inner cheek and making it bulge out in an obscene way.

“there you go, kitten. you are way better when you shut up,” he smirks down at you, thrusting up into your mouth, “all you needed was my fat cock.”

drool leaks out of your mouth but at this point, you don’t care anymore. you are drained, basically a corpse for them to fuck and fill with their semen.

you have a hard time trying to focus your vision on the demons before you, your head throbbing at the lack of energy. but it only gets worse when you feel a pair of hands fumbling around your throat.

“if only you could see how fucking gorgeous you look right now,” oikawa praises you as his hands wrap a collar around your neck, almost moaning at the sight underneath him, “my good girl, do you like your master’s cock?”

the leather fabric tightens around your neck, the leash allowing oikawa to jerk your head up and making kuroo’s cock slide out of your mouth in the process.

“oi! don’t hog her!”

your groggy brain barely registers them arguing over who gets to control you.

“shut the fuck up. i found her first,” oikawa tries to get his point across by lifting your legs over his shoulders and pounding even harder, your whimpers turning louder at the new position. 

“but you’re fucking her cunt! at least give me control over her head!”

oikawa’s too busy thrusting his cock inside your plush walls that he eventually gives in. once the leash falls on kuroo’s hands, he wastes no time and pulls your face towards him, making you gag around his cock.

your muscles contract at the intrusion which only heightens the blissful feeling, transmitting waves of pleasure through his body.

“ah fuck, i can feel her trying to suck my cum out of me. such a cum-thirsty whore.”

what both demons miss, it's the way your face starts to turn purple. the tight grip of the collar plus kuroo’s tugging at the leash preventing the air from reaching your lungs.

with the last bits of energy you've left, you try to rip the collar off of you. your hands desperately claw at the material as your eyes widen in realization of what will come next if you’re unable to free yourself from their grip.

but your actions seem to anger kuroo, who growls and drops the leash only to grab you by your head and shove your face all the way down his length.

you start to choke, his thick girth taking so much space in your mouth and when you try to take a deep breath through your nose, he pushes in even more. coughs erupt from your chest, his pre-cum and your saliva reaching your lungs while dark spots start to cloud your vision. their voices sound far away, numbness taking over your body as you start growing dizzy and a violaceous hue tints the skin of your face at the lack of oxygen.

both demons pay no mind, too busy chasing their ends to notice how you’ve stopped fighting them. their moans echo freely all over the room, the lewd sounds of their cocks abusing your holes bringing a sense of hunger to them.

“shit, baby you feel so good. i’m gonna cum in your sweet, needy cunt and fill you with it m’kay?” oikawa announces, his orgasm rapidly approaching and inciting him to thrust harder, getting lost in the way your walls rub against his twitching cock.

kuroo lets out a low groan as he finally cums in your mouth, pulling out just enough to paint your face with it and smear it all over your lips. he sighs in relief, smiling at the sight of your pretty face covered in his sticky cum. the way it sticks to your eyelashes and drips down your face to your parted lips etching itself on his mind.

he can’t remember the last time he had such an erotic sight. 

but when he notices a lack of movement from you after a minute, he couldn't help but curse out loud. thankfully, it goes unnoticed by oikawa since his moans got louder, his own orgasm sending shivers down his body and causing him to lose focus on his surroundings for a while.

“ngh– fuck,” oikawa spills inside your pussy, his cock throbbing as load after load pumps out of him and fills you to the brim.

his eyes are closed, breaths ragged as he basks in the afterglow of his orgasm. it’s not until he opens them to admire your fucked out face when he finally finds out.

he’s confused for a moment before it dawns on him. he slaps your thigh gently, calling out your name in a futile attempt to get you to answer him back.

“sweetheart, this isn’t funny.”

but as he turns to face kuroo in search of an explanation, one look at him is enough to answer his question. 

“i swear i didn’t mean to!”

a nervous-looking kuroo, fully clothed by now, stands awkwardly by the door. he’s well aware he fucked up—big time.

“fucking hell!” oikawa rakes his fingers through his hair in exasperation, “did i not tell you to control yourself?!”

he can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness since he did grow a liking to you thanks to his nocturn visits. but the sentiment quickly fades away when his eyes fall on your form once again. a pleased smile appears on his handsome face as he takes in the sight of your legs spread wide open, his cum seeping out of your pussy.

“she remembered how much i like this,” he coos to himself, plunging one finger between your folds and smearing the fluids.

he’s so lost on you that he doesn’t notice kuroo disappearing from your room and leaving him behind—not like he cares. his hands reach out to smooth out your hair, traveling down the side of your face and stroking the skin of your cheeks with his long fingers. 

you look so peaceful, so pretty, covered in their fluids, and with the choker still adorning your neck.

the nostalgic feeling returns, tugging at his heart and prompting a gentle smile to take over his lips. with a kiss on your forehead and then one on your lips, oikawa finally bids his goodbyes.

“don’t worry, baby girl. i have a spot in hell saved just for you.”

[acapelladitty]

Mouth: Part Ten (nsfw)

Pairing: Heisenberg/Female Reader

Warnings: punishment, spanking, rough sex, dirty talk, cockwarming, come marking.

A bored mind makes stupid decisions and your decision to wind up the Lord of the factory as he worked on a fresh project within his main invention room fell into that category. Idle hands were most definitely the devil’s plaything and your devil of choice was pointedly ignoring you.

“Can I help with anything?” You ask, standing behind the metal chair which he preferred to work from as you whisper the question into his ear, ensuring that you are as close as possible without physically touching him. He’d been locked in this room for hours and it was about time for some distraction.

“No.”

“Would you like me to hold something for you?”

“No,” he repeated, twisting his head away from your lips as he focused on his task, “now fuck off, please.”

Unwilling to budge, you ignore his pointed tone.

“How about I make us something to eat?” You purr, moving forward so that you are kneeling to his side, keeping out of the direct path of his gaze, which was focused on the metal floating above his workbench, “A late night snack. Something,” you pause, “delicious.”

“Not right now.”

His voice was firm as his attention refused to leave the pieces of metal before his eyes as they bent into unnatural shapes at his whim. The metal looked red-hot in some areas as it was folded into various positions, slotting together before coming apart in rapid succession.

“Come on, my Lord,” the words are little more than a whine as you stand again and run a hand along the firm muscle of his thigh, “your subject requires your attention for a little while. It’s been so long since you’ve serviced her.”

As your finger moves to brush lightly against his crotch, a high-pitched squeal from the intricately woven floating cogs were the only indication that something had went wrong, even as a loud “Ah, fuck!” escaped his throat.

At his exclamation, the metal gears before him seemed to contract for a moment before exploding in place and, as you ducked away from the grating noise and bright light, a sharp pain registered against your hip as you recognised his open palm shoving at your body to remove you from the danger zone.

His impressive strength matched with his momentary panic proved too much for your body and you found yourself being thrown to the floor, your ass colliding against the hard stone making you release a loud grunt of pain as he stood up from his work seat.

Surveying the residual mess of his work, his lips pulled back to bare his teeth as he stomped his foot in open frustration. His coat flared behind him with the movement and you watch the fabric settle as his hands slam into his hips.

“A whole day of work, up in fucking smoke!”

Oops.

“All because of you and your goddamn hole!”

Ah, shit.

There was a genuine anger in his expression as he turned and approached your fallen body, the harshness of his gaze causing your heart to stutter for a moment as you froze like a rabbit caught in headlights. The smart thing would be to give him some space and scarper away but as his presence loomed over you, you knew that escaping was out of the question.

“Would it help if I said sorr-”

Your words were cut off in a sharp gasp as he moved quickly to scoop you up from the floor and hold you to his side with one arm as he moved back towards his work seat.

Dropping into his makeshift throne, he pins you to the floor between his thighs and your knees crash off the hard flooring uncomfortably as you gaze up at him. His eyes are covered by his glasses but you can sense the anger behind them and you attempt to look as apologetic as possible, hoping to avoid his wrath.

“I said I was sor-”

“No, shut the fuck up.” He cut you off once again, his hand coming to cover your mouth to prevent any further speech, “You’ve done it now, kitten. A whole day of wasted time and resources all because you wanted to play.” His tone was curt, irritation barely restrained, and it causes a fresh spark of anxiety within you, “Well, you have my attention now and I hope you’re happy with what you’ve earned.”

His fingers are warm against your mouth, and you slip your tongue out as much as possible to flick at them playfully. The damage was done but you knew how to appease him, and you shuffle your head forward and tilt your head towards his groin in a show of penance. He was not a man to deny himself a free blowjob and you were certain that would take the heat out of him for the moment.

“Nice try,” he growled, pulling at your hair to force your head back away from his crotch, “but that’s not going to work, buttercup. You have ruined my plans and no amount of head is going to get you out of this punishment.”

“Let’s see,” he hummed, one hand wrapped around your hair while the other traced soft lines across your exposed throat, “I’ve been in here since 6pm and it’s now midnight. That’s six hours. I will also need to source three new gears for this manipulation so let’s make that the multiplier.” His expression is thoughtful as he considers the math, “Brings us to eighteen so let’s round it to a solid twenty. Twenty strikes as a fair punishment”

Unable to speak, you allow your eyes to widen in recognition at his words.

“Think you can handle twenty strikes? Shall we find out?”

It has been a while since he’d reddened your skin in such a way and there were alternative punishments which you enjoyed much less so you nod your consent, the small movement making the burn in your scalp worse.

“Would the little slut like the switch or the palm?” He asked, releasing your mouth to allow you to answer. The switch, a thin metal bar he could fashion at a moment’s notice was much more painful than his hand and the fact that he was even giving you the option was a good sign, “Or should I choose for her?” He continued.

“The palm, my Lord.” You answer, eyes downcast in a show of penance as you throw in his title to sweeten the deal and play your role, “Your hand should be my punishment.”

“Good choice.” He grunted and you inhale in surprise as his hands grip your upper arms in a tight grasp so that he can lift you from your knees and place you over his knees.

Your stomach lay against his firm thighs as your feet plant themselves on the ground, giving yourself some purchase as he runs his hands up your bare legs. A shudder trails down your spine at the softness of his touch, knowing what it was a prelude to, and you press your thighs together as his commanding voice booms out from above you.

“Place your hands on the legs of the chair and if you let go I’ll double your punishment.”

You follow his command, wrapping your palms around the thick metal of the chair legs and you can feel the blood rushing to your ears as your head remains upside down. Your breasts hung free just past the edge of his thighs but they remain covered by the shirt which still clung to your upper half as you settled yourself as comfortably as you could against him.

The warm air of the room hit your exposed lower half as your skirt was pulled up over your ass. His hand felt huge against your skin as he immediately palmed your ass roughly through your panties, calloused fingers running along the globe of your ass to admire it before the real fun began. A soft whoosh of movement caught your attention and you tilt you head in time to see his hand grasp around the hilt of his knife and a thrill of nervous anticipation rockets through you.

Before you can question its use, you feel the dull edge of the blade against your hip as the sharp edge sliced through the thin fabric of your panties before moving to the other side to repeat the process. With a flourish, he drops the knife to the floor and rips your underwear from you, the aggressive pull leaving a warmth in its wake as it dragged across your trapped skin.

Now fully exposed, you can do little but keep your hands clasped around the legs of his metal throne as you await his next move.

“Count for me.” He demands, his voice rough with undeniable lust as he adjusts his knees to bear your weight comfortably, “And if you fuck up the count then I start over. Understand?”

“Yes, my lord.”

The slight whisper of air as his hand draws through the air is the only indication you have that he’s started as he targets the exposed curve of your ass.

SMACK.

A grunt escapes you at the impact; it was painful but not unbearable as he was obviously trying to gauge holding back his impressive strength since a full-power hit would probably do some irreparable damage. Regardless, you hold your position steadily as your fingers remain clasped around the metal chair.

“One.”

SMACK.

Stronger than the first, the blow takes the breath from you as you jerk in place. Positioned in the same spot as the first, you can already feel the growing heat from your ass as the second smack only adds a fresh sting to the underlying discomfort.

“Two.”

“Good girl.” He grunts, pausing in his blows to run the tips of his fingers along your slit and you’re ashamed at the slickness there after only two smacks but your soft sigh turns into a quick inhalation as he swats at your cunt roughly, encouraging you to spread your thighs, “Are you ready to scream for me, sweetheart?”

He doesn’t give you time to respond before his hand once again connects harshly with your ass, the heat there barely dulling before it was inflamed again and, even as the blow pulls a pained gasp from your lips, you push your ass out to meet him, encouraging him.

“Three.”

Building into a steady rhythm, he continues to decorate your ass with patches of red as his hand abuses the flesh there. Groans and sharp squeals are all you can manage between counted numbers as the pain grew more apparent with every hit; the flesh growing more irritated as it continued to be assaulted without pause.

Continuing your count as each new smack sent fresh waves of heat across your ass, you let out a high squeal of surprise as he angles his hand downwards for one hit, the tips of his fingers catching the edge of your cunt as you stiffen in place.

“Thirteen!”

The pain in your flesh, the sting and heat which only grew with every hit, was intense but with it came an undeniable pleasure which coated your thighs with your own juices and made your core ache for stimulation. Every harsh-sounding slap was intercut with your own sharp yelps and needy whines as he alternated random strikes by pausing to grope roughly at your stinging flesh, kneading it between savage fingers to test the sensitivity.

You can feel his hardness pressing against your side as you remain in your prone position. Soft grunts escaped his own throat with every blow and were occasionally punctuated by soft mutterings which were too low to be picked up.

One particularly harsh blow catches you across the globes of your ass and fresh tears spring into your eyes as you give a pained yelp. The pain overshadowed the pleasure as the unyielding sting of your flesh and infernal heat seemed to spread across your body, making your limbs tight and your fingers claw against the metal of the chair leg.

“Nineteen.”

“One more, kitten.” He informed you, his hand coming to rest atop the back of your head as he pulled your head back, surveying the pained look in your expression.

SMACK.

Squeezing your eyes closed as his hand once again struck the searing skin of your ass, which you could guess was a stunning shade of red given the heat you could feel, you cry out the final number.

“Twenty!”

Having served your punishment, his hands are quick to wrap around your waist and pluck you from his lap as he deposited you in your earlier position between his thighs. Your heels dug in painfully to the heated flesh of your ass and you whine at the rough contact as he takes your face within his hands; the heat from his left hand, the hand used to punish you, clear against your cheek.

“Well done,” he drawled, and you can see that most of his anger has dissipated, replaced with a strange mixture of pride and obvious lust, “but we’re not over just yet.”

His hands are quick to unzip his fly as he pulls free his cock, the length looking painfully hard as it juts free of his opened slacks, and he pauses to give it a leisurely stroke.

Releasing himself, he secures his hands around your upper arms and pulls you up into his lap so that the length of his cock is resting against the cleft of your core as he wraps an arm around your waist. The pressure of his groin against your abused ass is uncomfortable but bearable as you lean forward slightly to take the pressure off.

“I’m going to fuck you, kitten,” his voice is rough and low, “and I’m going to do it right here in my work chair. This is the second part of your punishment.”

Not quite seeing the negative here, you nod demurely just to play into his game.

“Of course, my Lord.”

His hand slips into the space between you as he cups your mound.

“Tell me what hole you want me to use,” he growls in your ear as two of his fingers glide across your slit before sinking knuckle-deep within you, “and I’m not going easy so make sure you choose wisely and tell me why. You need to earn your forgiveness and I want to make sure you feel it.”

“My cunt,” you gasp out your choice, pressing down on his fingers as they probe you roughly, your body delighted at finally receiving some stimulation, “your thick cock forces me to stretch around it and it hurts.”

Only partially true but you know it’s what he wants to hear.

He removes his fingers and uses his hand to brush his cock against your slit, wetting his tip with your juices as he prepares to enter you and a shiver runs down your spine with anticipation.

You don’t have long to wait as he impales himself within you with an animalistic grunt; the unexpected fullness and force of his insertion as he buries himself fully drawing a low scream of pained pleasure from your lips.

Making no effort to move just yet, his free hand comes to clutch at the fabric of your shirt, tearing the buttons there with one swift movement and exposing your chest to his leering gaze as he pushes the torn fabric to the side.

Capturing your nipple between his teeth, the worries the sensitive nub there for a moment and the sensation is so intense that your fingers snake through his grey hair and pull at it almost desperately. A move which earns you a low growl as he repeats the move with your other nipple, clearing enjoying the sensation of being sheathed within you as he torments your chest.

He begins to move within you, using his strength to pull you free of him until only the tip of his cock remains inside before plunging within you once again. It’s pleasure and pain rolled into one as the stretch mixes with the wonderful sensations of his cock brushing your most sensitive spots and you whine out your anguish.

Writhing against him, the pressure of his thrusts is almost too much as it feels like he is trying to split you in half with his cock. Every nerve within you is firing off and your legs hang limply to the sides of the chair, toes curling with every powerful stroke, as you allow yourself to be used. His hands on your hips prevent you from moving too much but you push back against him as much as possible, movements frantic as the burn in your ass only adds to the growing pleasure alighting across your body.

Rough growls are the only noises coming from him and they mingle with the whines and moans which you can’t prevent from escaping your own throat. Particularly when he resumes his assault on your chest, his stubble rubbing against your breasts as he nips savagely at the sensitive flesh there with sharp teeth, his cock never slowing in its brutal pace.

Your orgasm almost catches you off-guard as one of his fingers come to rest against your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves there with an almost cruel pressure. Combined with the delightful stretch of your core plus the torment of your chest, it was too much and your vision seemed to white out for a moment as the band of arousal snapped; your hips snapping against his groin as your fingers clawed desperately at the leather of his coat which covered his back.

“I love it when you buck against me, kitten.” He snarled against your neck as he continued to thrust within you, chasing his own pleasure with little regard for how overstimulated it left you, “So wet and warm, and so fucking tight just for me.”

A garbled sequence of agreements is all you can manage as your body spasmed against his, his cock continuing to draw out your pleasure far beyond what it had to as the waves of ecstasy seemed unending. But even through your euphoria, you can feel the tell-tale jerking of his cock as it seemed to twitch within your walls and you knew he was close.

Just at the point of no return, he pulled his cock free of your core and the sudden emptiness drew a mournful wail from your lips as he instead drew his hand across his cock frantically. It took less than a moment before his orgasm hit, his release arcing high between you as it splattered across your exposed stomach and chest; one drop catching you just above your right nipple as he released a low, guttural groan at the sight.

Your legs were still twitching from the aftershocks and the burn in your ass seemed more intense than before, obviously disturbed by your writhing against his groin, as you fought to catch your breath.

A gasp stole your breath as you felt his fingers against your core once again but before you could question him, you felt him slip within you once again, his cock still hard but having wilted slightly due to his release.

At your questioning glance, he spoke.

“You’re going to wear those trophies until I say otherwise,” he growled as he indicated the mess of his release, spattered across your chest, “and if you touch them I’ll bind your hands to this chair until I am finished.”

“Finished?” You ask, not quite understanding his intent. His cock was welcome within you and you couldn’t help but clench around it as you once again enjoyed the fullness.

“I need to work,” his grunt was low and, with a flick of his hand, a handful of scrap rose from behind his chair and moved towards his workbench, “and since you can’t be trusted to not interrupt then you can stay here. Exactly where I can see and feel you.”

Thinking of your earlier boredom, you can see the appeal in his command and you nod your consent.

“Think of it as serving your Lord by keeping his cock nice and warm while he works.”

Leaning forward, you lay your head against the wide expanse of his shoulder as you settle against his body. Your body feels wonderfully used and abused and this position allows you to take the pressure off you ass while also providing a very comfortable resting place. His cock within you doesn’t move and you don’t imagine it’ll be too long before he gives in to the temptation of another round.

“Sounds good to me.”

He chuckles at the enthusiasm and settles into his task.

His attention is focused beyond you, on the metal which he manipulates with unmatched skill, but with every slight jostle of your bodies you can feel the fullness of his cock as it remains sheathed within you. His punishment had been fair and you knew that the sight of your reddened flesh would inspire him to lust for days until it healed up.

He loved leaving his little marks on you, be it with his hands, teeth, or even his cum. It was a sign of ownership that you allowed; just as he allowed you to claw your ownership into his back or bite it into the flesh of his chest and thighs. It was important that you gave as good as you got as neither of you could stand weakness.

Your thoughts were broken as a soft humming emitted from his chest, some unknown tune which you couldn’t place, and you sighed against him, settling in to the rare moment of pure intimacy.

Full fic available on AO3 @ DittyWrites

[outofangband]

So I mentioned here both Maedhros and Húrin have similar scars on their shoulders!

blanket Angband content warnings for captivity, restraints plus Morgoth being creepy and enforced nudity

themes of sexual assault in the first part, it’s not graphic but it’s a present theme nonetheless in the second there’s nothing explicitly sexual but still like, heavy violation of boundaries and personal space...

This is the first part I’ve posted something with Húrin experiencing this aspect of Morgoth’s personality and moods so that’s fun! 

masterlist 

I bolded where Húrin’s part starts!

(Maedhros’s snippet touches on some of the themes most explored in “Scar Touching”, and Another Darkness” and other pieces in the hidden hours tag, you definitely don’t have to have read those though)

Morgoth’s hands traveled lazily over his chest as Maitimo snarled in frustration, pulling on the restraints as though there is a chance they will give way. They do not. His attempt is performative.

His hands gripped his thighs, forcing them apart, nails digging into what little flesh remained there. No sounds did He manage to elicit at the moment, the elf was tense with the effort to remain neutral, to deny his Enemy the reactions He wanted. Clearly the effort was wasted as he both felt and saw the smirk on the Vala’s face as He bit into Maitimo’s shoulder. It hurt naturally but the pain he had become used to. It was odd to him, what he could and could not become used to.

The crooning voice sought to lull him into the most treacherously vulnerable state. “Foolish, ruined king, now you know you are mine forever.”

Pain, hunger, the viscera and gore he saw sometimes upon his own form and sometimes in other poor thralls…they were hardly pleasant but they seemed to be reaching an almost mundanity. They no longer constantly tore at him though this itself was hardly a comforting idea for him.

“Now, now, Fëanorian…” teasing, smooth as silk, the voice utterly at odds with the being who spoke it

There were other things though, including many that seemed less severe by comparison that Maitimo still could not become used to. The sense of vulnerability that came with frequently being disrobed in front of his Enemy was one of them. Not merely the simple humiliation of nudity but something deeper that Morgoth could inflict by gaze alone.

He was naked now, splayed on his back with arms and legs apart. The Valar did not have the same views of the elven form as they were originally formless beings but at some point Melkor had learned enough of them not merely to manipulate their physical flesh but to know far too much of how they themselves saw them. And naturally the ways He could utilize this for His own advantage or amusement were many and horrifying.

“Thou shalt not escape me as thy father did, Nelyafinwë.”

Maitimo very much wished he could say that his form was not his own anymore or that at least it was as simple as that. His form was not his own but he could not detach from it, remove all the aspects he could recognize even as the Vala manipulated them. He could see them clearly. It was at these times he most believed his captor’s claim that he was owned just as the Silmarils were.

…(Many years later)…

This is a scene I’ve had in my brain for way too long. 

The Vala dragged his claws over his shoulder, tearing through the skin, joining previously made cuts together and letting blood drip so steadily down his back, Húrin felt it down to his knees before it slowed. There was a silence where his ragged breathing was all that could be heard in the cold chambers. It was only ever his breathing that sounded. Maintained silence was of course his objective  yet the dread that Morgoth could so effortlessly exude made it almost unbearably tense. 

 To his horror, Morgoth leaned forward to actually lick the blood away. Húrin lost his battle with himself to keep his reactions hidden. A sound of alarm and disgust escaped his dried lips as he felt a twitch run down his spine. Morgoth laughed softly.

 “You did not like that,” The dark god commented almost dryly, “I admit to some interest. Stubborn as you are, you so rarely show me what you think of our little meetings.” There is a note of familiarity, of intimacy in the Dark Lord’s voice that makes Húrin’s skin crawl. He knows it is being done for precisely this reason. And as though his enemy hopes by using the hushed tones of treasured secrets he will receive them in return.

“Perhaps I should allow one of the vampires to join us,” Morgoth speaks in his deep voice of stones and ice even as he whispers so closely in Húrin‘s ear. He remained ever silent. This was not the worst he had been threatened with. The Dark Lord’s hand moved to grip his throat. Húrin waited for the sudden deprivation of air but it never came.

Instead, Morgoth leaned closer to him, other hand resting on his leg, nails digging lightly into the already bruised skin there.It was almost a kiss that was placed on his back just under his shoulder. No, it was a kiss, foreign and repulsive though the thought was to him. The Vala’s fingers at his throat must have felt the shudder that ran through him as he swallowed, body tensing even as he willed any response to remain hidden. In this Húrin failed and the laughter echoed softly in his ears for some time after Morgoth left.

(If a line in the last paragraph sounds familiar it’s a reference to “Blurring”!)

I couldn’t find anything where Húrin got to experience Morgoth’s creepy faux intimacy that he exhibits even in canon (and for example in the Lay of the Children of Húrin) but I’ve been thinking about it a lot

If anyone else writes some, please tell me I will be in your debt

[arans-princess]

Bad kitten

Tendou is a kinky mutha fucka ISTG I KNOW he is a sadist. So i tried to keep  this as gender neutral as possible so the reader has a vagina but no gender specific pronouns.

⚠️⚠️pain kink (reader is a masochist) bondage, choking, mirror sex, mention of blood, spit play, cummies, degradation and, overstim, hard dom Tendou, sub reader.⚠️⚠️

So, you know better than to tease Tendou in public, but damn if he had just fucked you this morning like you had wanted, maybe you wouldn't have; made him cum in his pants twice… at dinner… with his parents… ok yes you crossed a line but shit! you want that long cock in your pussy again so fucking bad it hurts. So now you're in the car headed home and he is far too quiet for comfort but you are too excited to give a shit. Instead of thinking about how brutal your punishment is going to be you decide to reminisce on how you got to this point.

Six hours earlier  

Now normally getting ready to go to a fancy dinner would be lots of fun, if you weren't ridiculously and extremely horny. Tendou thought it would be funny to wake you up this morning by eating you out, which would have been great if he had let you cum, but he didn't; instead he just got you riled up, gave you a smirk and said get out of bed. 

Thinking back to  how delicious his tongue felt against your folds, massaging, licking and suckling on every drop of juice you produce, letting nothing go to waste. the way he suckled on your clit made your toes curl. long fingers joined the assault to your nether regions. he pushed two fingers inside will you slowly long thin, curled them to find that perfect spongy spot inside of you making the pleasure even more intense, pumping them in and out of you faster in faster sucking on your clit even harsher than before now his teeth slightly graze it, nibbling just a little, the  sensation only adds to your pleasure, before you know it your body is contracting  on the cusp of cumming  but then he stops. Just  like that the intense pleasure you felt dissipates. 

Three hours earlier

It's 4 p.m. and you have  started getting ready to go with your loving husband to his parents anniversary dinner. in the shower the warm water cascading down your back  as you wash yourself then you hear the shower curtain pull back tendou joins you helping you wash your back and you wash his. this is not the first time you two have showered together, he almost always  accompanies you claiming it saves water. showering together almost always leads to some soft sex  but today there is no time for that. You two finish washing  and now it is time to rinse. she removes the shower head from its mount on the wall in an effort so he claims to not mess up your hair, He turns the nozzle on the massage setting claiming it's to help relax your muscles, like a fool  you believe him, it starts innocently enough, he rinses your shoulders and your back then turns you around to rinse the front half nice warm water washes away with soap and then he gets lower, and lower, and lower, on the way down he pays special attention to your nipples, now at your cunt,  before you can protest he has your back pressed against the cold tile one leg hiked up and thrown over his shoulder, the warm water That was massaging your body is attacking your clit with ferocity, the pressure and heat build up your orgasm quickly. Sensing your close he pushes the nozzle harder into your clit. As your orgasm approaches you begin clawing at his back in hopes to gain some stability, moans getting higher in pitch, drawing out into a whine of your approaching release. Every nerve on your body is on fire and then just like this morning he pulls away. The fire is snuffed and you were left high and dry yet again. He snickers and tells you to hurry up and get ready. 

30 minutes before dinner

After getting ready, dressed in your most seductive outfit, you had decided that Tendou is going to pay for the torturous teasing he forced you to endure all day. But it seems Tendou also had the same idea. as the two of you walked to your car you see him standing in all his glory, the moon light illuminating his handsome face; a sleeveless mock neck  fitted shirt tucked into black shiny leather pants, a spiky belt, long cross earrings. Since high School his appearance has changed drastically; he pierced his left eyebrow and his tongue, which you have thoroughly enjoyed, and now his once pale skin is adorned in brightly colored tattoos splaying across his chest up his neck and down his arms you have also enjoyed licking, his once slender arms are now much more defined but, the change hasn’t just been physical, no no no, his persona has transformed into something much more dominating, his aura saturated in his new found confidence, everything he says is laced with liquid sex, his new apperance has only applifed this. Essentially, Satiori Tendou is sex on legs, his constant teasing has made the ache damn near unbearable.  

The way you two complement each other is unmatched by any other couple going. Turning the heads and dropping the jaws of everyone around you, both stunned by your beauty but alarmed by your aura they part like the Red Sea. 

Arriving 20 minutes before the reservation time has its perks, grabbing his hand as you two exit the car, Making a b-line for the restroom pulling Tendou along with you. now it's your time to turn the tables, pay back’s a bitch so you thought. Once the door is closed luckily it is a single person restroom, you force him against the wall hands immediately trying to undo his belt, fumbling miserably in your desperation. 

“eager much are we?” his mocking only makes you more desperate. you fumble for a few more seconds before he undoes it himself. you remove the articles of clothing on your lower half to provide easier access as fast as possible; now it is time to execute your revenge or so you hoped, somehow you had forgotten how much of a dom your boyfriend truly is. seeing as you had been worked up all day long the need for prep was minut, deciding to forgo it as eagerness bled with arousal, the need to fuel your desire had consumed you. With one swift thrust he entered your stopping cunt.for whatever reason you believed you were in charge so you began to fuck yourself on his cock, throwing it back on him as hard as you possibly could, effectively pinning him against the door, thinking you still have the upper hand you decide now would be a great time give him a taste of his own medicine.

“What’s work baby? Can’t handle me fucking myself on your cock? I’ll slow down if you want me too, There is that better?” You begin a slow grind on him but he responds with grabbing your hips with on large hand and the other snakes to your hair. The control you thought you had dissipates faster than it arrived. He Meets your thrusts harder than you were able to handle, turning your tuants into moans arms flailing about trying to gain purchase on any available surface coming up short, you ultimately allow him to use your body. 

“Oh but I much rather enjoyed the faster pace. That’s OK I’ll do it myself.” His whisper husky in your ear. The hand on your hip joints the other in your hair yanking it back with such force your arch deepens. 

After being together for years Tendou knows your body almost better than you do, so the fact that you are not nearing your release as rapidly as you hoped is baffling, unless this is intentional… but surely after denying you twice today he will grant you this one wish...right? 

“Tendou baby please I need to cum, please I want it so bad, so so bad- ugh! PLEASE!” You pleas fall on deaf ears. The drag of his long cock against your velvety walls is almost intoxicating, his thrusts are relentless as he is chasing his own release slamming into you harder and harder than his cock twitch is the telltale sign he is about to cum. You plead for him to take you with him, but he falls over the edge alone. His cum Hot and sticky inside you coats your walls, the thick translucent spurts, make you involuntarily clinch trying to hold it in consequently you clamp down and milk his cock for every last drop. 

“Aww doll your clamping down on me it’s like you don’t wanna let me go” he purrs in your ear giving you two more thrusts for good measure then pulling out. “Since you want to keep my cum so bad how about this” he pulls your underwear off of your legs. He bends you over even further so your nose is touching your knees, pussy fully exposed to him. He balls up your panties and shove them inside your quivering cunt. “ I know i’ve been riling you up all day long, but just think about the pay off. Be a good little princess during dinner and you will get anything you ask for. OK how does that sound?” He murmurs placing gentle kisses behind your ear. His cool and slightly chapped lips help ground you, bringing you back down. 

Its now five minutes before his parents are to arrive, you two take this time to fix your tousled clothing. After making yourselves presentable you exit the bathroom and in hand and are immediately greeted by his parents who are accompanied by the hoastest. She escorts you all to your table for four and you all take your seats, Tendou’s mother sits next to you while his father and him sit across from you. You and his mother make small talk. The two of you catch up on your endeavors for the past few weeks as your schedules have been very busy leaving you unable to talk. After a few minutes the server comes to take you orders and brings out your drinks, your husband and his father are engrossed in some conversation you weren’t listening to as his mother was Inquiring about your plans for the future; whether or not that entailed grandchildren, moving, or new potential job opportunities, great full this was not a plead for grands as you weren’t ready for that yet, you joyfully answer her questions. 

“So Y/N you and my baby boy are students at the local UN, what the next step? I remember you told me your major is blank.” She inquires, turning her head to look at you. Looking at her in return you are reminded of where Tenie his gets looks from. 

“Well after I complete my major in blank, I’m going to be looking for a job in the blank field. Right now I currently have an internship in my field of choice and hopefully if everything goes according to plan a job will be lined up after.” Your reply is cool and calculated a stark contrast to what’s going on under the table. You stretched your leg out under the table lifting it to brush against Tendou’s knees, to your surprise he doesn’t spare you a glance. Keeping up the conversation with his mother you who’s your foot along the inside of his thigh all the way up to his crotch. You then begin to stroke him from outside his leather pants. You can feel his erection growing underneath your foot, still not bothering to look at you the conversation with his mother dies off and his father strikes up a conversation with you has tendou talks with his mother. Stroking his cock harder and faster suddenly the Waiter comes out with food. However the arrival of food does not stop you. You do a good job of keeping up the act then your foot is abruptly stopped, your husband’s hand gripping your ankle tightly at last, he finally looks at you and his gaze is predatory, daring you to continue. Being the brat you are you continue with your other foot prodding him closer and closer to climax. He can’t help the groans that leave his lips so he attempts to cover them by commenting on how delicious the food is. Satisfied with yourself you put your legs back down and continue eating your appetizers. 

Your husband has been shooting daggers at you throughout the first course, with the arrival of your entrées you thought to give him a break however The dull ache between your legs reminds you of how he left you high and dry not once not twice but three times today, paybacks a bitch. You begin your ministrations again, this time he looks at you, almost begging you to stop but he remains silent. His cock is still sensitive in his pants after cumming twice in such a short time span, you increase your pace and pressure and in no time he is on the brink of cumming. He’s pale skin slightly flushed a wonderful pink, his eyes slightly glossed over, just a hint of a blissed out expression dances across his face. 

“Son, are you feeling alright? You look a little pink?” His mother’s concerned voice rings. 

“Yeah you do look a little hot baby, you feeling alright?” You coo stretching a hand out to hold his, your thumb caressing the back of his hand giving him a dazzling yet teasing smile as he somehow glares harder at you, if looks could kill you’d be dead 10 times over. 

“I’m fine, it’s just spicy, very spicy” he manages to choke out.

“ well, if you say so” his father replies skeptically.  

Tendou shoves more food in his mouth to muffle the cry aching to be released signaling his third climax of the night. You left a satisfied smirk dance across your face as you put your foot back down. 

You all make small talk as dessert gets brought out chocolate lava cake with a side of vanilla ice cream, Tendou has been waiting for this all night so you figure why not make his dessert a little sweeter, now in hindsight you should’ve stopped long ago but you seem to be drunk on the little bit of control that you have accumulated as the night progressed so you try your luck one last time, you start slower this time much much slower. First you start at his calf trailing your foot up and down; gradually lifting it higher and higher until you’re reaching his inner thigh. You take a brief pause to allow everyone to dig into their desserts. Then you go in for the kill. You look across the table at your father-in-law a notice he’s giving his wife a strange look, weird but you think nothing of it and, continue prodding and caressing the growing bulge beneath your foot, staring at your husband with intensity as his parents are engrossed in a surely riveting conversation. Yet your husband seems Completely unresponsive. Prodding harder in hopes of getting some sort of reaction yet you come up short. You figure he’s just gotten better at hiding his expressions and continue until you hear it. A barely audible yet high-pitched whine, but it’s not coming from your husband. You look at his father and then it clicks as his eyes have slightly glazed over and his grip on the spoon has tightened to the point where his knuckles are grossly white. Mortified, you excuse yourself to the restroom. 

There you pull out your phone and send a text to Tendou asking him to make up an excuse so the two of you can go home and you’ll explain what happened later. He does and soon he knocks on the bathroom door, you step out and on your way to the car you begin explaining why you needed to leave so abruptly. 

“Baby I’m so sorry but i kinda… made your dad cum in his pants…. I thought he was you and I didn’t take off my shoe… IM SO SORRY” you explain as quick as possible praying he won’t be too upset. 

“I figured as much, I’m not too upset. I think it’s kind of funny, good luck facing him later on.” He jokes, pulling you close to his so he can whisper how much trouble you are truly in “ but I hope you don’t think your ass is off the hook, I told you to be good kitten” 

The present 

Once you get home your orders were to strip and go to the play room immediately, not wanting to get in any more trouble than you already were and you can apply as quickly as possible. Once stripped you sick to your knees waiting for him to come in and give you your next orders. The door opens and incomes Tendou, the presence that surrounds him does not belong to your husband it belongs to your master, this forces you to immediately submit to his every whim not an ounce of defiance is left in your body. 

“So you can follow orders, good slut. Now since you were so hungry for my cum here, clean my cock now!” He pulls down his pants and boxers together unleashing the monster. His thick long cock is coated in a thick layer of his cum, cum you cannot wait to taste, quickly you slurp all of the cum off his cock and then bob your head up and down taking as much of it in your mouth as you can. Then he grabs your head by your hair and begins fucking your face, his pace is brutal as he thrusts into the back of your throat triggering your gag reflex which only makes him thrust harder. Your eyes are watering tears streaming down your face your nose is runny you look like an absolute fucking wreck, but to Tendou you look just as beautiful as the day he married you. “look at you my pretty slut such a desperate whore for my dick!” Each word is accented with an additional thrust. He lets your hair go allowing you to set your own pace, bracing yourself by putting your hands on his thighs and you continue bobbing up and down as quickly as possible eager for more of his cum. Looking up his face is contorted pleasure ice crossed mouth hanging open knowing he’s close you hollow your cheeks this his cock to twitch down your throat followed by thick spurts of his delicious cum. You don’t have a chance to swallow as he pulls you just standing on your feet and kisses you deeply prompting you to push his release into his own mouth. He holds your jaw open and spits his cum back into your mouth you swallow without hesitation. 

He guides you over the bed and prompts you get on all fours, you do so quickly as not to anger him further. “Good bitch, now wait I have a special punishment in mind for you.” He walks to the wall on the opposite side of the bed and unveils a full length wall to wall mirror. “ I got this earlier in the week; I was planning for today to be your reward for being such a good little Doll, I had planned have you watch me pleasure you till your heart’s content but now the plans have changed, i’m going to use you anyway I see fit. the only way to get it to stop is if you SafeWord, what’s the SafeWord?” One hand is tucked under your chin tilting your head up to look him in the eyes. “Mocha” your reply is meek “yes that’s right baby mocha” he alway seems so tender in these moments, showering you with love reassuring you that this can stop at any time. But with the next sentence any trace of softness is vaporized “say stop when the pain is too much” 

The heavy paddle collides with your ass cheeks three quick and hard times in succession first your right then your left. The sting sends waves of pleasure up your spine intensifying the dull ache in your cunt. The strikes keep coming each harder than the last, your pussy is sopping wet dripping onto the sheets below. 

“Look at you, getting off on me hitting you, how filthy!” He shouts as he lays more strikes. You look up at yourself in the mirror, your face is scrunched up, One would think you’re in pain if you weren’t arching your back even further to try and make more contact. After a few more strikes he drops the paddle and lifts up your left leg so your cunt is exposed to the mirror as well. He slaps your clit harshly before applying a clothespin on the nub. The sudden pinch sends you flying over the edge, after being worked up all day your sweet release is the most powerful one you have had in awhile, toes curling arms no longer strong enough to support yourself your front half collapses onto the bed below you. Tendou turns your head to the side so you can watch yourself come undone and you realize you squirted. He quickly thrusts his cock into your cunt and begins fucking you ruthlessly. “Such a beautiful cum slut,” he coos in your ear, one hand moves from your hips to your throat forcing you back down onto his cock meeting him thrust for thrust. Due to his new grip you have nowhere to run. “Be a good whore and take every last inch!” His command is punctuated with a harsh slap to your raw ass cheek then his vacant hand trails to your clit flicking the clothes pen attached to it, sending another jolt throughout your body. You clamp down even harder on his cock screeching like a banshee when you come undone again your nerves are on fire you’re not hypersensitive to every touch. You can practically feel every piercing on his cock as he continues fucking you through your orgasm. The reverse Prince Albert, the frenum, and the deep shaft, all work in tandem amplifying your orgasm. He spits on your ass cheeks not stopping his pace for a moment. 

“Filthy slut, you liked making my dad cum in his pants didn’t you? Look at you clamping down on me, you fucking whore!” He spits harshly flicking your clit again. “Answer me bitch!” The hand around your throat tightens choking you. The lack of oxygen makes your mind fuzzy as you croak out a strangled ”no” 

“That’s fucking right you’re my little whore! Don’t you ever fucking forget it! Now cum cum on my cock so I can fuck you in to the mattress!” He spits on your back now the cooled off drool cools you off slightly. Your body is on fire and yet another orgasm is forced out of you. 

“Fuck sir, I- I don’t think I can cum any more!” You plead. 

“You can and you will what the fuck makes you think I care? You're my doll and I will play with you until you break!” He fucks you through three more orgasms before he pulls out. On the last orgasm you’re sure you blacked out for a second. Now you have been reduced to a heap on the bed unable to move a limb on your own accord. He gives you a few minutes to collect yourself, once your breathing finally steadies and you regain feeling in most of your limbs, He rolls over to your back and begins sucking dark marks onto your thighs leaving a trail up to your abused Cunt. Once there he removes the clothes pin in place is a gentle kiss on your heat. You roll your head to the side to watch him eat you out. Your sex is glistening and puffy form the abuse, your legs or adorned with dark blotches leading up from your knees, then his hands begin to caress your thighs when you feel something cold, it’s not his rings so what could it be you wonder. You lift your head slightly to get a better angle and you see it, a small switchblade in his hand trailing up and down your thighs. You gasp in shock. 

“Don’t worry doll, I’ll be careful.” His voice is reassuring so you relax, lay your head back down and watch him in the mirror. “Make sure you’re watching kitten, wouldn’t want you to miss out on the view, his words are slightly muffled because he is speaking into your thigh but you understand him clear as day. Then his assault begins, he sucks harshly on your clipped while prodding your G spot with two fingers. The Metal ball feels delightful against your sensitive knob as he keeps a vacuum seal around it. The hand fingering you moves rapidly causing your hips to back wildly as you quickly build tension, your walls flutter against his fingers signifying your close; the knife starts moving along your thighs pressing firmly but not breaking the skin. The thrill of potentially being cut makes the pleasure more intense. This causes a snowball effect and you come undone for the last time, your hips give one last yet powerful buck causing the knife to be pressed into your skin deeper, nicking you. 

“Fuck baby I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to cut you I-“ his apology is cut short. 

“Baby it’s ok accidents happen let’s just try not to do it again OK?” You reassure him calmly. 

“Of course sweetheart I know you’re tired let’s get you cleaned up.”

You two shower together again this time no funny business, helping each other wash and rinse then get dressed in the most comfy clothes you own you flop down on the bed. You feel the plush blankets atop the cozy mattress, crattleing your back as you and tendou lay together. His heartbeat steady in your ear; the heat from his body combines with the pressure of his fingers trailing up and down your body, lulling you into a place hovering between sleep and consciousness.

“Baby?” 

“Yes my love” You reply sleepily, snuggling deeper into his chest. 

“Why are you here with me?” 

“Well for starters we just had some of the best sex I have ever had in my life.” 

“No silly. A better question would’ve been why did you choose me? In high school you had people throwing themselves at you and you still chose me. Even now people off the street admire you. What makes me so special?” 

“Oh baby where is this coming from?” You have perked up a bit more and are now fully conscious. The skin on his chest is warm under your lips as you press gentle but firm kisses from his sternum up to the column of his throat. He can feel him swallowing quickly waiting for your response with baited breath. “baby I’m with you because I am in love with you. I love everything about you, except when you leave the toilet seat up.”

The last part makes both of you snort. His chest is warm under your palm feeling his heartbeat steadily as you gaze up at him, you search his eyes for any more uncertainty finding his features have washed over with relief somewhat, however you know something is still wrong. He’s been too quiet for far too long. He looks back at you, lips pulled into his mouth between his teeth as he chooses his next sentence carefully. 

“baby, honey, whatever you have to say just say it. I don’t get upset. You know I love you very much so where is all of this coming from?” You prod gently rubbing soothing circles onto his chest and torso.

“Well I just- I just feel like I’m forcing you…” he chokes on his words. “I just don’t understand how someone like you, gosh you’re so perfect, how do you love me? I’m a monster y/n! I like hurting you! And you still stay? I don’t understand! I love you so damn much but I love to see you in pain especially at my hands, they say you don’t hurt people you love but I hurt you, and you LET ME! WHY DO YOU LET ME? I cut you! I wasn’t paying attention and could’ve seriously hurt you! He sobs out, even with tears running down his face. He is just as handsome as the day you too met six years ago. 

You haven’t seen him this worked up Since the day he told you about His years as an Elementary school kid when he was bullied. From that stemmed insecurities over his appearance, hell even the nickname in high school ’guess monster’, made him feel As if he were some thing inhumane. Soon you realize you’ve been quiet for far too long, sitting up to straddle his waist you lean and pressing your foreheads together. His skin is soft. So soft, and warm under you, losing yourself in the closeness between you too, sighing trying to find the right words to express what’s in your head, but what watery red eyes of your lover staring back at you in pain fog your brain and dry your mouth. You move your hands to cup the supple skin of his cheeks thumbs under his eyes wiping away the flowing tears. Moving down you kiss a trail from his forehead to his lips kissing away tears as you go. As if he cannot bare the weight of your glaze he looks at the ceiling. Your heart clenches at the sight of your beloved so emotionally tormented. 

“Tendou, my love, I cannot express my love for you, but know this, you are not a monster, you're my Satori Tendou who I would love to spend the rest of my life with, you are kind and thoughtful. Some days I think you're psychic.” You move to sit up right in his lap bringing him up with you. 

“You know every little detail about me, like when we stop to get food and I claim I’m not hungry, your order for me and it’s exactly what I want each time, or when we go to parties, you can pinpoint the exact second when my social battery has died and you have no problem leaving then and there. You mean so much to me goddamnit.” you take a pause, throat burning and constricting as you attempt to choke back tears. “Yes you are a sadist but it works just fine with my masochist ass, baby. Not once have I ever had to safe word. So what you drew a little blood? It didn’t kill me. I told you I don’t like it, and I know we won’t have that problem again.” Hands cupping his cheeks pulling his forehead to yours to look deeply into his sad eyes, “honey I love you, I love every part of you!” Startled by the cold wet drops hitting your bare thighs, when did you start crying you wonder. Then a full body sob hits you, starting in your shoulders, to your burning chest, to your quaking thighs. Your body convulses as you attempt to spit out these words. “Nothing you can do will change my love for you! “ suddenly his long arms incase your body, pulling flesh against him as if you could possibly get any closer. 

Strong, so damn strong, his arms his soul his spirit, yet man sobbing in your arms seems so weak,  fragile, vulnerable; as if every ounce of strength has been drained from his body  leaving a hollow shell. Tendou has always been your anchor now it's your turn to do the same for him.   

[luvksj]

Undisputed Era: Pay the Price

author’s note: hello, this is part two of my undisputed era smut and please be aware, i’ve never written smut before so... i’m going off what i know so don’t come for me if it doesn’t sound right. 

it’s a bit weird to be writing smut because i don’t really know how to write sexy stuff so... excuse me if this story turns out to be absolute cringe. for the record, it’s basically you giving them a blowjob.

enjoy the story and apologizes for any mistakes!

plot: you did this and now you must pay the price for your actions.

warning: this story contains NSFW, explicit sexual content that may not be suitable for some readers

“They get punished.” 

Adam’s smirk turned sinister, he wasted no time in attacking your neck viciously, leaving purple swollen marks behind as a sign of ownership. Curling your hands into fist, it became challenging to prevent a moan and despite Adam’s best efforts, you prevailed. 

Squeezing your eyes shut, clenching your teeth, holding your breath, and your fists became tighter as you didn’t want him to gain satisfaction. But this only annoyed him, “Okay, have it your way.” Adam shrugged before yanking the zipper down, exposing your breasts and caressed them.

Shaking, you let out a gasp allowing Adam to insert his tongue inside your mouth. The pleasure became overwhelming and you almost gave in but Kyle thankfully interrupted Adam, allowing you to breath a little, sinking down to the floor. 

“Come on dude, stop hogging her.” Kyle complained, ignoring Adam’s annoyed glare.

The other members mumbled in agreement, Adam stares at your disheveled figure and back at the others who eagerly eyed the chance at being pleasured.

Grabbing the hood of the jumper, Adam drags you towards the others who watch your every movement intently. Crouching beside your right ear, he whispers, “Listen Y/N, you’ll pleasure each of us one by one and obey our every commands otherwise there will be a price to pay so... don’t collect too much debt.” he teases.

You could feel his smirk as he continued talking, “Whatever we want, you must do. Now be a good girl and start with Roderick.” Adam points towards him who motions you over with his index finger. 

Crawling over, you take a deep breath and look him in the eyes, “Suck me off.” he commands while removing his jeans, shoes, and boxers revealing his mate which excitedly greets you. “... please spread for me.” you timidly ask and Roderick stretches his legs wider, giving you more room.

Staring at it, you start slowly licking it like a lollipop. Slow, teasing licks up and down his mate making him shiver in pleasure, each time, your tongue grazes past the tip, “Stop teasing.” Roderick scolds and you start taking him in. 

Placing your hands on his inner thighs for support, you start increasing the pace, hungrier licks stroke his mate, nibbling desperately as he throws his back in overwhelming euphoria. Your tongue assaulted him, it was merciless, “GOD FUCK! RIGHT THERE!!” he exclaimed.

Bucking his hips wildly, you struggle to keep up with his alarming pace, the tip of his mate slapping the back of your throat violently. Bouncing, your scream made it vibrate and he grabbed a handful of your hair, tugging it harshly making you scream even more. “I’M--” Roderick didn’t even finish his sentence as he released. 

Releasing with a ‘pop’, you cleaned him up before moving onto Kyle, who was already prepared. “Suck me off as well.” he instructed and you nodded. Looking at his mate, it was already hardened and you could tell he was touching himself during your session with Roderick. 

Laying on the sofa, you climb up as he spreads his legs out to give you full access. Staring lustfully, you stroke it with your skilled hands, brushing past his tip teasingly making Kyle growl, “Stop it.” his voice commanding. Eyeing him, you lick his tip before diving in.

Coating his mate your saliva, you suck him, drenching him in your saliva. Curling your tongue around his mate and letting go with your tongue grazing his member, Kyle grabs your hair, yanking it angrily, “Stop. It.” he frustratingly said.

Couple more long licks before nearly planting your face into his area when taking him in, positioning your hands on his inner thighs for support, you start bouncing. Your tongue continues it magic while Kyle grunts, closing his eyes, enjoying the experience.

He starts bucking his hips, continuously slamming the tip of his mate against the back wall of your throat making you gag. “FASTER! FASTER!” Kyle yells, increasing his pace and you fumble to catch up, he finally lets go and overfills your mouth with his seeds.

Dribbling out, you force it down your throat, giving him a wavering smile. “Good girl.” he pats your cheek. Bobby was next and you didn’t want anyone to know that you were secretly looking forward to this because he was your favorite one amongst the members.

Bobby chuckles, able to see the excitement in your eyes, “I’ll let you have your pick, sweetheart.” he informs and spreads himself out for your eyes. Travelling your eyes down his god-like sculpted body, you had no idea where to start. 

Climbing onto his lap, you start sucking his lips off, squishing his face between your hands. Bobby stumbles back, slightly surprised by your actions, he eventually regains himself and responds back, matching your eagerness. 

While distracting him with your flurry of kisses, you start grinding against his clothed mate whose desperate to touch your needy pussy. Bobby pushes you off, flings his jeans, shoes, and boxers off hurriedly, his mate shoots up, happy to be freed from his restraints. 

Pushing him down, you spread his legs further apart and attack. Your licks were rougher, hungrier and more desperate as he groans, throwing his head back in happiness. Saliva dripped when you released, breathing in some air. “Well I guess we know whose her favorite.” Roderick said making you blush.

“I mean... she’s got taste, fellas.” Bobby responded.

Blushing, you hear Adam’s cough, “You’re not done yet, sweetheart.” Sighing, you reluctantly pull yourself from Bobby’s embrace and limp towards  Adam. “Kneel.” he demanded, cautiously lowering yourself in front of him. 

Staring directly at his member, it was hard not to be turned on, it was physically fighting with his black skinny jeans to be freed. “Do your thing... darling.” Adam instructed as you scan his sculpted figure, quickly trying to figure out where to begin. 

Leaning forward, you take the zipper of his fly between your teeth and slowly pull it down, his member leaps forward and whacks you in the forward making you jump slightly.

Undoing the button, Adam kicks his shoes off and you pull down both his boxers and jeans with your teeth leaving him completely exposed. Even though, your body was aching, it still turned you on and without hesitation, you started doing your thing.

Starting off with slow licks, you curl your tongue around his member in such a way, it makes him howl with pleasure. “Fuck!” he curses, throwing his head back. Smirking, you continue licking his member like a lollipop and ever-so-carefully graze his tip making him shiver.

Taking ahold, you relentlessly lick his tip with such passion and lust, Adam’s howls of pleasure increase. Once you can see his seed starting to leak, you take him in whole without waiting for him, “GOD DAMN Y/N!” Adam yells. 

Your saliva coating his member as you continue to suck, nibble and lick hungrily on his member like you haven’t eaten in over a week. His member bangs like a drum against the back of your neck as Adam bucks his hips wildly to increase the pleasure. 

“I’M ALMOST THERE! I’M ALMOST--”

He doesn’t even finish his sentence as his seed floods your mouth, “Swallow it.” Adam commands and with much difficulty, you do. The exhaustion hits you like a ton of bricks, collapsing against his legs, catching your breath, the other members start praising your performance.

Their words become incoherent to you as your eyes start falling, the heaviness overpowering everything else. Someone picks you up, you don’t know who it is and frankly, right now, you don’t care-- you’re too tried to. “Go to sleep, Y/N.” he whispers but you don’t hear that as your are already asleep on his shoulder.

Waking up, you were inside a hotel room, still in your clothes and looked around, holding your head in absolute pain. “What happened last night...” you trailed off as you saw Bobby Fish sleeping right beside you. 

Of course, the first thing anyone would do is scream but the events of yesterday suddenly invaded your mind and you blushed, remembering the difference between the sessions you gave the other members vs Bobby. 

He must of been the one who took you here... and carried you.

From the corner of your eye, you saw your keys and belongings were (thankfully) on top of the small bedside cabinet beside you. With much difficulty, you got up and wrapped Bobby’s oversized ‘Undisputed Era’ jumper around your petite figure, you venture out to the hotel buffet.

Eating breakfast, you surprisingly didn’t run into any of the members. Heading back to your hotel room, flinging open the door to reveal them sitting patiently inside the tiny living room looking at you. “What’s going on?” you question, closing the door. 

“Where did you go?” Kyle asked. 

“The buffet... to eat breakfast.” you responded truthfully. 

They chuckle, making you confused, Roderick stands up and in a flash, pins you against the wall. “Baby... if you were hungry, you could of just said so.” he teases making your cheeks bright red. 

Tossing you onto the bed, they encase you, preventing you from escaping. Crawling towards you in different direction and hover over your body, making your heart beat rapidly and a heat begins pooling inside your stomach.

“It’s time for us to... return the favor, isn’t that right boys?” Adam says and the others nod in agreement making you blush even harder.

And they attacked, rendering you useless for the next few days. 

hope it’s good, sorry for not updating in a while... been busy !!!

[mianavs]

the room

Falling in Stockholm part 2

a/n: this sets really sets the mood for the story and where it’s headed

tw: sexual assault, physical abuse, imprisonment

Falling in Stockholm

Coldness. Hardness. Ache. Those were the sensations you could identify after the thick fog in your head dissipated and you were able to process your thoughts. You were sitting up but the moment you tried to move your aching limbs, you realized they were bound by tight restraints that dug harshly into your skin.

The realization you were bound had your blood pumping fast and you darted your eyes open feeling fully alert. You were leaning against a cement wall while your ankles and wrists were bound together by thick rope in expertly tied knots. Instantly, you tried to activate your quirk but found it was to no avail—that fact alone had your heart beating wildly as you took in the situation. The room you found yourself in was made of cement walls and flooring. There was a single panel of fluorescent lights that brightly illuminated the room that differed from the one’s in the warehouse and indicated this was another location. You continued searching the room and found a plain bed in one corner of the room that looked to be for one person. Beside the bed was a small wooden dresser with a reading lamp that was switched off. Across the room was a small fridge that stood next to a door left slightly ajar and you could make out a sink. There was also a small table and two wooden chairs to match between the bed and the bathroom. The most glaring feature of the room, however, was the tall mirror attached to the exit. It almost covered the entire door and, in its reflection, you could see the state you were in.

Your hero costume was torn open near your wrists and ankles as well as across your waist where your supply pack had been. Your gloves and shoes had also been taken and you tried to tuck your bare feet under your legs to shield them from the cool air. Upon glancing at your face, you took in your haggard face covered in sweat and dirt. Your eye bags were darker than usual and your lips were chapped while your hair clung to itself with oil and dirt. All key indicators that you’d been out for days after the incident.

Footsteps interrupted your observations and the mirror rattled a bit as the door was unlocked and swung open to reveal your kidnapper. Upon seeing his scarred skin, you quickly recognized him as the same person who’d knocked you out in the warehouse and you tensed as you took him in. His messy black hair, his dirty clothes, large trench coat—they were all standard for a criminal but it was his piercing cerulean eyes and the burgundy patches of marred flesh that made him stand out. Then, after crouching down in front of you could you make out the staple-like metal that seemed to hold the scarred and unscarred skin together. You couldn’t help but shudder in disgust as his cold eyes wracked over your body not leaving one piece of exposed skin untouched.

“…you finally woke up.”

“Who the hell are you and what do you want from me?!”

The calmness of his gruff voice pissed you off but the assailant seemed indifferent to your little outburst. He merely stood up, headed to the mini fridge, and took out a bottle of water and a beer can. The sight of water reminded you of how parched you were and the man didn’t fail to notice how you opened your mouth ever so slightly at the sight of the bottle. He then pulled one of the chairs and straddled it in front of you while opening his beer and setting the water next to him. A smirk etched his face seeing the way your eyes traveled to the bottle neck to his foot. In your frustration, questions tumbled out of your mouth hoping he’d answer at least one of them.

“Why the hell do you have pictures of me from my childhood?!”

His eyes were indifferent as he took a sip of his cold beer and your eyes, like magnets, were on the drop of malted brew that escaped the corner of his scarred mouth and began to languidly trail down his face. You ran your tongue across the same spot on your own face while he simultaneously licked the beer up and maintained his eyes your mouth. Upon registering what you’d been caught doing, you averted your eyes in embarrassment but converted it back into anger.

“Why didn’t you kill me?!”

“Where are we?!”

“WHY DON’T YOU ANSWER ME—“

The pungent smell of beer assaulted your nose after you found yourself drenched by it. You blinked away the burning liquid and made out the bastard crushing the empty can and getting ready to chuck it at you. You braced yourself for the hit but instead it hit the wall next to you with a harsh clang that left you paralyzed. The next thing you knew, the chair was tossed to the side and the offender was straddling you legs, locking your feet in place, and held your tied arms above your head in a position that had your muscles screaming in pain. You used all of your strength to push him off but he was stronger, despite his lanky figure, and he used his free hand to strike your face with a resounding crack that blurred your vision. Hot tears framed your eyes and you coughed out the iron-tasting liquid that had filled your mouth. The same hand then forced you to face him by holding your jaw in a death grip that had blood oozing out of your mouth and onto his hand.

“Hmm…you don’t remember me, do you?” He sounded amused and disappointed as his deformed mouth twitched into a sinister smile. You racked your brain trying to remember his voice, his face, and his form from any altercation you’d had with villains or with members of the Hole, the illegal fighting club from your early teen years, but you drew blanks.

“It doesn’t matter since you’ll have plenty of time to remember.” A feeling of dread spread from the pit of your stomach to your throat as the implication of his words sunk in. He released your face when he got the reaction he’d been seeking.

“Why won’t you just kill me?” You were dumbfounded and you kept your eyes downcast. He raised his hand and you flinched thinking he would strike you again but instead his calloused hand cupped your cheek gently and raised your head to meet his cruel gaze.

“And why the hell would I do that when I’ve been waiting six years for you?” The toothy maniacal grin on his marred face made your blood run cold and your worst fears came to life as he closed the space between you to assault your lips with his.

He lapped at the blood around your mouth when you gritted your teeth denying him access to your mouth. It was only after he realized, no matter how much he licked and drew more blood from your lips, you wouldn’t relent that he decided to use his quirk. What began as uncomfortable heat you attributed to struggling against your binds quickly escalated to fingers like a branding irons that dug into your skin and burned the flesh in its path. Accustomed to pain since childhood, you held in your cries until you felt flames licking your lower arms and the bubbling of blisters forming.

His heavy tongue was in your mouth before you could react and lapped at your own. The heat of his breath filled your mouth and clouded your mind—that is until you felt his free hand travel south to the apex of your legs where he began to rub that bundle of nerves. You were reduced to a gasping mess as he continued his assault on your sex and your mouth. Strings of saliva connected the two of you when he pulled away for air and your moans that had been muffled by his mouth escaped your swollen lips. This only seemed to encourage him as he activated his quirk and burned though the material of your suit near your inner thigh.

“NO, PLEASE DON’T!”

Your blood curdling screams evoked his wrath and he burned the skin on your thigh until you were reduced to a sobbing mess from the scorching pain. Your suit was torn to expose your drenched underwear and he wasted no time discarding it to shove two fingers into your slickened hole. Your cry was muffled by his mouth as he harshly thrusted his fingers in and out of you while his thumb rubbed circles around your clit.

Betrayed by your body, you closed your eyes and tried to escape your reality the same way you’d done many years ago when your small body had been subjected to torturous amounts of pain. Your abuser, noticing your closed eyes, increased the speed of his ministrations until your fleshy walls fluttered and your eyes darted open while you cried out your release. Stunned and mortified by your actions, he pressed a wet kiss to your neck before whispering in your ear.

“Such a good girl cumming on my fingers.”

He removed said fingers from your still twitching sex and raised them to his face where, to your horror, he licked your fluids off them. “I think you deserve a reward.”

He climbed off your lap and reached for the bottled of water. You were far too exhausted, both physically and mentally, to try to fight him off so you sat there limp while he uncapped the bottle and carefully tilted it into your mouth. The refreshing liquid was heavenly as it went down your parched throat. You drank it greedily and whined when you felt some of it trickle out of the corner of your mouth. Your kidnapper, of course, noticed this and licked if off your chin, but you were focused solely on the steady stream of water on your lips and didn’t voice your disgust.

After finishing the water, you let out a groan wanting more but before he could react a phone went off. You froze as you saw him stand up and fish the phone from his pocket to answer it. A switch went off in your head and you were screaming like a banshee for the person on the line to hear you.

“HELP! HELP ME, PLEASE! SAVE ME! I’VE BEEN KIDNAPPED BY—“

You let out a choked grunt as he lowered the leg that had bashed into your stomach and glared at your crumpled form before returning to his call. “Nothing, just my girl acting up. Alright, I’ll head out soon.”

You couldn’t breathe as you laid there in the fetal position; the warm pain spreading to your entire torso. You were reduced to a wheezing mess of blood and tears while your lungs desperately tried to retain air. Your kidnapper regarded you with disdain as you convulsed on the floor before clicking his tongue and dragging you up to your knees by your hair.

“I was going to clean you up and feed you but after your little outburst, I don’t think you deserve it.” He pressed a cruel kiss to your cheek before throwing you to the ground, your vision blurry from the impact. Making his way to the door, he stopped and regarded your fallen form.

“To answer your first question, the name’s Dabi and I took you because you belong to me.”

[pterodactylterrace]

Guys Like You Chapter 8

Title: Guys Like You

Chapter: 8

Chapter Summary: It’s just 2.5K words of smut.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Smut. That’s really all this chapter is.

{Prologue} {Chapter 1} {Chapter 2} {Chapter 3} {Chapter 4} {Chapter 5} {Chapter 6} {Chapter 7}

The tension between the two was almost tangible the next week and a half on set. One would catch the other staring and respond with a suggestive smile. They would stand just a little too close during breaks. Stolen glances and gentle touches ran rampant, both waiting for their next opportunity alone together.

Therein lies their greatest problem. Being alone together. You see, their lack of sealing the deal wasn't a matter of effort on both their parts. Henry had Faye come back a few days later, willing to forgo his early morning exercise if it meant spending the night doing 'cardio'. As it turned out, Briar was still terrified sleeping in a room by herself in the strange house. They had tried letting Kal stay with her, hoping to kill two birds with one stone and stop the canine's constant wines from the other side of the door. Using that technique, they made it just to Henry with his shirt off and his hand down the front of Faye's shorts before being interrupted again. This time both Kal and Briar were outside the door begging to be let in.

The look of desperate exasperation on his face was a memorable one. That night ended with Briar and Kal squeezed between them, but sleeping peacefully at least.

A few days after that had been their next attempt. Lesson learned, this one took place at Faye's home. Now Briar had her own room to stay in, so that should be one distraction eliminated. Kal had a full bowl of kibble and water set out in the kitchen and his bed was placed in the small living room between the couch and the coffee table. Unfortunately, Henry had just wrapped up a physically demanding day on set and ended up snoring on the couch with Briar sleeping on his chest by 7 pm. Faye had felt too bad for the poor guy to wake him up for more exertion, plus Briar would likely throw a fit if she were moved now. Instead, she threw a blanket over the pair and retreated to her room alone.

Tonight, though. Tonight was going to be the night. They had the location worked out for the fewest distractions, and it was even a short day for Henry. This was finally going to happen. The pair tried to be discreet throughout the day but ultimately found it hard to keep their hands to themselves. Well, Henry did anyway. It seemed he was sneaking handfuls of her bottom every chance he got. She would turn to grab something off the makeup table behind her and feel a hand on her backside while he casually pretended to just be trying to look around her to see what she was doing. He would slide behind often her and run his palm across her ass as he went, giving her a cheeky pinch as he went. Finally, when it was time for Faye to head home for the day, Henry wrapped her in a bear hug, one hand on her lower back, the other firmly gripping her backside as he lifted her up, whispering promises to get out of his costume quickly to meet up with her at her home.

Now, here they were, the door to the bedroom barely closed before Faye was pressing Henry back against it, her arms around his neck as she tugged him in for a longing kiss. His hands found her hips, pulling her closer, more than happy to return her affections. This was happening. This was really happening and Faye was wasting no time. She practically ripped Henry's shirt off in her haste, greedy little hands mapping over every inch of exposed skin she could reach while Henry worked on his belt.

Faye's shirt was next, her bra being hastily removed after. Henry shoved his jeans down his legs, kicking them from his feet and pulling Faye back in for another hungry kiss, large insatiable hands gripping her ass and lifting her up with ease, her legs automatically winding around his waist.

"Lock the door." Faye panted against his lips, her fingers sliding into his curls as she squeezed his waist tighter with her legs, trying to gain some friction against her heated core. Henry reached behind him, blindly grasping for the handle, finally finding it and turning the lock.

He carried her to the bed, gently laying her on the blankets, slowly moving back to take her in again. "I'm never going to get tired of seeing you like this." He breathed, his fingers ghosting down her sides and hooking in her leggings, dragging them and her underwear down her legs reverently, groaning softly when he saw his glistening prize.

"Condom." Faye instructed, crawling back to the pillows and rummaging through her side table drawer.

Henry chased her up the bed, attacking her side and hip with playful kisses and nips, pulling back when she handed him the foil-wrapped protection. "Fuck." Henry groaned, his face falling in distress when he looked at what was in his hand.

"What?" Faye asked, tilting her head questioningly.

"Do you... have anything else?" Henry asked, sitting back on his heels, turning hopeful eyes up to her.

"No... why, are you allergic?"

"No, it's not that. It's just... too small." Henry sighed, a faint flush coloring his cheekbones.

"Too small?" Faye asked skeptically, sitting herself up on her elbows. Typical excuse.

"I'll use it, it's not that big of a deal, I can get it on, but it's more likely to break," Henry explained, looking despondently at the packet in his hand. "Also... don't be offended if I don't finish. I swear, it's not that I don't find you insanely attractive, but these squeeze me really tightly and I can't feel much when I use them."

"Henry..." Faye started, giving him an unbelieving look.

"I am not trying to get out of using protection. I'm responsible, I promise! I got checked for everything at my last annual check-up and I'm clean. I'm just telling you what can happen."

"What exactly are you working with?" Faye asked, sitting up and hooking her fingers in the waistband of his underwear, Henry leaning back to allow better access as she quickly pulled them down, grunting softly when his erection thumped against his lower stomach. "Oh shit." Faye swore, her eyes going wide when she took him in. She'd had a feeling he was 'gifted' from the times she had felt him through his clothes, but she had no idea exactly how 'gifted' he was.

"Are you ok?" Henry questioned after a beat, shifting uncomfortably under her intense gaze.

"That's... fuck. Yeah, we're going to have to take this slow. That thing is huge. Jesus... is that your dick or a third leg?"

"I wasn't being a prick when I said it was too small." Henry chuckled nervously. "Are you on the pill?"

"No, I tried a few different ones when I was younger but I always had horrible side effects." Faye admitted, a curious hand sliding along his shaft pulling a deep content sigh from deep within his chest. She'd never been with an uncut man before.

"Fuck." Henry groaned, his hips twitching into her touch. "I could... shit, just like that." He gasped when her thumb gently slid back his foreskin, circling the hypersensitive spot just beneath the crown. "Fuck... " Henry trailed off, his eyes falling closed as he allowed himself to just feel.

"How good is your pull out game?" Faye questioned, her other hand gently cupping his balls, massaging them the best she could in her tiny palm.

"No misfires." Henry chuckled, hope sparking in his belly. "Not to kill the mood, but are you... like... fertile right now?" Henry asked, gesturing vaguely to her lower stomach.

"It's a crap shoot, honestly. Never been regular, I have no way of knowing."

"Fuck." Henry groaned.

"Not that I don't think you're a great guy, but I don't know if I'm willing to risk being a single mother of two." Faye mumbled softly, continuing to work him with her hand.

"I don't plan on going anywhere." Henry scoffed, pulling her closer to claim her lips. "But I won't do anything that makes you uncomfortable. How about you sit on my face and we take it from there?"

"I thought you were joking about that." Faye squeaked, her eyes going wide.

"No, I'd love to have that pretty pussy riding my jaw." Henry whispered against her lips, slowly trailing down to her neck with playful kisses. "Have you screaming my name from on top of me." A gentle nip at the junction of her neck, causing her to gasp. "Using that amazing ass to pull you even closer." He descended lower, teasing her nipple with his lips, his tongue darting out to flick against it. "What do you say, beautiful?"

"I... fuck... what about you?"

"Worry about that later." Henry dismissed, rolling onto his back next to her, his greedy hands dragging her thigh over him to straddle his chest. "Right now, I'm hungry."

"Shit." Faye gasped as his hands gripped her ass, dragging her up to hover over his mouth, being met almost instantly by his impatient mouth on her heated core. He licked slow, deliberate stripes through her glistening folds, catching every drop of arousal he could before he began his assault on her sensitive bundle of nerves. The gasps and moans falling freely from her mouth spurred him on. He pulled her even closer with his hands on her ass, wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking it desperately.

Faye was vaguely aware of one of his hands leaving her backside, but only became fully aware of what it was doing through her lust filled haze when she felt a long thick finger slowly pressing inside of her, curling at just the right moment to press against the most sensitive spot inside of her. "Fuck! Henry!" Faye groaned, torn between chasing his mouth or pushing back against his invading finger as he moved it in small teasing wiggles inside of her, just enough to drive her insane with need.

His eyes snapped up to her face when she called his name, a cocky smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth as he added a second finger, massaging her inner wall with more purpose. All it took was one firm lick to her clit and a deliberate curl of his fingers for her to come undone, gushing onto his hand and jaw as she panted his name desperately, holding onto the headboard for dear life as she rode out her orgasm.

Henry gently slipped his fingers out, watching her closely as she moved to sit beside him instead, pushing her sweaty strands from her face as she tried to catch her breath. He absently sucked on his still wet fingers as he watched her, waiting to see what her next move would be. Would she be too tired to continue? Would she go back to teasing his shaft until he lost his mind? Might she possibly return the favor?

His ponderings were drawn to an abrupt close when Faye had finally caught her breath. Before he realized what she was doing she was laying between his legs, her lips teasing the head of his cock as her hands rubbed along his inner thighs. Her tongue followed the thick vein on the underside from the base to the tip before taking him into her mouth. She started out slow and modest, his thick shaft already stretching her lips; her jaw had to open impossibly wide to prevent scraping him with her teeth.

Slowly, she sank deeper and deeper, her tongue flicking along the underside, her hands busying themselves with pumping his shaft and cupping his heavy sack. Her cheeks hollowed out as she pulled back, releasing him with a lewd pop. Her hands kept working him as she stared up at him, content to watch him squirm for the moment.

"I've never done this with an uncut guy before." Faye admitted innocently, her eyes falling to his cock as her hand easily slid up and down. "This is certainly easier to do, but you need to tell me what you like."

"You can just... push it back and do what you'd normally do." Henry explained through his panting, his hips jerking up desperately into her touch. It had been so long since he'd had anything other than his fist to get him off, and he could tell he wasn't going to last very long tonight.

"So, just push it back?" Faye repeated, her tiny, agile fingers slowly pushing his foreskin back, watching his face for any sign of discomfort. How far back? Just enough to get it out of the way? All she knew for sure is she didn't want to be rough and end up hurting him, especially in such a sensitive area.

"That's good. You're ok." Henry praised, his fingers sliding through her hair, urging her closer to his twitching cock.

Faye licked along the head, growing more confident at his increasing moans. He was certainly vocal. She took him back into her mouth, her tongue focusing on the tip as her hand worked his shaft again. His hips continued twitching up into her mouth, occasionally pushing too far and causing her to gag. She took him as deep as she could, tears falling from her eyes as she fought her gag reflex. She slowly pulled back, sucking hard as she went, her hand pumping him faster, her head bobbing along with the rhythm.

"Shit." Henry hissed, his head falling back against the pillows, his hands gripping her hair tighter. "Fuck, Faye. I'm close." He warned, his hips twisting beneath her as he fought the urge to thrust up into her warm mouth. "I don't... I don't care where but if you don't want it in your mouth, you need to move." He gasped, the pressure building at the base of his spine until it grew too much to handle. He let go with a loud roar that sounded vaguely like her name, pumping himself up into her mouth with each wave of his orgasm until he was left a blissed-out, sated mess beneath her.

"Sorry... Didn't know if you swallowed." Henry apologized, his hands falling from her hair to cup her jaw.

"Not a problem if I know it's coming." Faye assured, crawling back up the bed to curl into his side.

"Tomorrow, I am going to the nearest pharmacy and buying out their entire stock of condoms." Henry determined, kissing the top of her head.

"Just the XL ones, or are you going to take everything they have?" Faye teased.

"I'm taking everything. If the universe keeps getting between us having sex, no one else should be able to do it either." Henry pouted.

"Pass them out to all your buddies. Be like their Fairy Rubber Mother. Make sure they know they don't fit your massive cock when you do it too." Faye giggled, kissing his chest gently.

"Damn right. If I have to carry this monster around all day, everyone should have to know about it." Henry chuckled around a yawn.

"Get some sleep, Bear. We have to be in early tomorrow."

[johnkrrasinski]

All Mine; 

full masterlist

Pairings: Dark!Steve Rogers x female!reader

Word count: 1,097

Warning: SMUT!!!! non-con. BDSM. use of toys. (MUST BE +18) 

Summary: Steve Rogers made you his and he had no plan in setting you free anytime soon. 

a/n: haven’t written any dark fics in awhile so enjoy! cause i'm always in the mood for dark!steve rogers 😌

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“Please… Let me go, I won’t tell anyone, please. Just let me go.” You sobbed through the raging fear. Your hands were tied uncomfortably behind your back and your thighs were spread wide, strapped to the icy cold metal table beneath you, with your ankles being restrained to the legs.

You were stark naked and the chilly air in the obscure room didn’t make it any easier for you to cool down your nerves. But how could you when Steve Rogers was standing tall above you, clad in all black, staring down at you like a wolf ready to devour its meek prey with its razor-sharp teeth.

You didn’t know where you currently were. You couldn’t even remember how you got here. All you could recollect was walking down the dark alley on the way back to your apartment before a broad figure pulled you aside and covered your mouth with a handkerchief. Then… Everything turned black.

He pulled up his long sleeves, revealing his solid, tufty arms as he remained unperturbed by your bewailings. He turned around to the table behind him and picked up a black silicone gag and he lifted your head before securing the buckle behind your head to make sure it does the perfect job in keeping you mute.

You only sobbed harder after he muffled you as you felt even more suffocated. You could no longer beg or plead. You could only cry and make shrieking noises to save yourself. And you didn’t know whether it could save you at all from this monster.

He then placed a pair of nipple clamps and attached them around your hard, sensitive nipples and you tried to trash your body around to deflect yourself from it but it was a futile effort. That only made him slap your cheek lightly and you were shocked by his reaction. You were helpless and you could only lay there in your exposed state as he physically hurt you by pinching the foreign toy on your nipples.

He then slightly pulled them and it made you lift your head and shrieked again. Another tear flowed from your frightened eyes, attempting to direct his gaze at you so he could see the worldless prays for him to release you but instead, he stripped himself of his burglar-like outfit as he shamelessly exhibited every part of himself to you.

He didn’t waste any time in proceeding with your torment as he shoved two of his long fingers inside your unprepared opening, scissoring you open as you tried to thrash around once more to get him out of you but he only placed his other hand on the centre of your body to stop you from moving.

“Shh. Don’t make this worse for yourself.” He spoke composedly. His intrusion grew faster as you felt yourself growing wetter and wetter. You felt absolutely humiliated by the assault, and you were even more mortified by the unstoppable reaction from your body. Your mind and your body were clashing with two completely different emotions and you didn’t know how to process it.

His thumb then circled your clit and it didn’t waste any time either by slowing down. The pace was just as swift as his fingers and it scrambled your brain even more. Your moans and your sobs were mixed and you could no longer tell the difference anymore. You felt the coil tightening in your belly and you closed your eyes, hoping that maybe if you shut it long enough, you would wake up from this god-awful nightmare.

But you didn’t, and in a matter of seconds, after a few more motions performed by his fingers, the bubble inside you burst, making a soggy mess all over his hand. Your breathing laboured as your mind went fuzzy. You tried to recollect yourself but the sight above you left you dumbfounded.

He sucked his drenched fingers and palm as if he was licking Nutella on them. “Fucking tasty. Just like I thought.”

You barely recovered from yet from the assault when he grabbed your hip as his other hand placed the tip of his cock through your opening. Slowly, it entered you inch by inch as you could feel him more and more inside you until he was fully seated. He groaned as his hand moved to the chain of the clamp that was hanging on your abused nipples.

He pulled it down as he began moving in and out of you. The onslaught of the pull and the thrust caused your head spinning as you could feel your vision grew blurry. His pace didn’t falter despite your faltering consciousness. You could only moan in agony, the drop of sweats flowed from your forehead to your jiggling breasts, as your chest heaved with pants.

“Tightest fucking cunt I’ve ever used.” He gritted through his brutal thrusts. “Gonna have so much fun in breaking you.” He threw his head back in pleasure.

You couldn’t help but think, if you weren’t so strictly tight to this metal table, you don’t think you had it in you to move or to fight his brute strength overpowering you. You’d still be forced to just lay there and take all of him until he was done and satisfied.

You felt the tightening coil once more in your belly as you shut your eyes trying to shake away the shame and the anguish. You gave in to wherever your body wished to take you as it exploded for the second time, stronger and more groundbreaking than before.

And it felt like it shattered your soul too along the way.

Your body shook with undesired orgasm, as your release soaked your thighs and the table beneath you. Steve was still going in and out vigorously until he reached his climax. He spilled his load of cum deep inside your womb as he stayed inside for a few seconds to make sure none were wasted, with a couple more shallow thrusts to empty every drop that he had.

He then unclasped the chain hanging on your nipples and removed his hand from his vicious grip on your hip. He was still sweating as his body glistened under the dim bulb on the concrete ceiling. You were still bounded in the exact same state as he backed away to take a good look at you. He was proud of the work he had done. He then spoke in a hushed tone.

“You are mine now, little slut. I’m going to do whatever I please to your body. Welcome to your new life.”

[blueeyedheizer]

near death experience - four/billy (smut)

WARNINGS: smut, oral (m on f), orgasm denial, cursing

A/N: I missed writing for ben, so here's a filthy little thing for y'all 👉🏻👈🏻 (18+ only, this is seriously pure descriptive smut) I think this might be one of my fav smuts so far (along with the matt one i'm currently writing 🥵) ++ update: the pixie trailer just came out, i'm right on time aaah

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"You could've gotten yourself killed." Billy speaks against your lips, his hand cupping your jaw as he backs you up against the wall.

"I'm a big girl, Billy. I was handling the situation." you answer, rolling your eyes at his overreaction. You push him away slightly and free your jaw from his loosening grip.

"You disobeyed an order and that almost cost you your life, Y/N. I don't care if you think you had everything under control. You would be dead if it wasn't for Seven intervening."

"But I made it out alive. Isn't that what matters?" he lets out a sigh before taking a step back, anxiously rubbing his face and running his hand through his hair.

"You scared me to death, Y/N."

You knew Billy was having a hard time separating his feelings from work, and that cost him a great amount of pain when the team lost Six. The younger boy had become like a brother to him, and Billy couldn't bear the thought of losing someone else, of losing you. You can't help but feel bad as you watch him pace around the room.

"Hey..." you call softly, walking over to him and reaching for his arm. You get a hold of his hands and pull him closer to rest your forehead against his. "I'll be more careful next time. I promise."

You only get a small nod in response before his lips are softly pressed against yours. The kiss starts out innocent and sweet but it soon turns into something more needy. Your hands bury themselves in his hair pulling him closer to you. Billy's hands slid up your back as he deepens the kiss. You close your eyes and moan softly as he leads you to the bed and pushes you down on it. He's quick to climb on top of you, his strong arms holding him up on both sides of your head. Your hands move to his chest and travel down until you reach the hem of his t-shirt, one hand slipping under it to trace his abs, smirking against his lips as you do. Billy breaks the kiss to take it off, you doing the same with yours. You prop yourself up on your elbows and lean up to capture his lips in a heated kiss, one hand snaking to the back of his neck as he starts moving his lips down to your neck, causing you to fall back against the pillow with a satisfied sigh. His lips move from your neck to your collar, trailing his way slowly down to your breasts. You hold yourself up on your elbows only long enough to unclasp your bra, allowing his lips to travel over the newly exposed skin. He takes a nipple into his mouth and starts to sucking gently while your hand slides up your body to grab your other breast and starts toying with the nipple, your back arching from the mattress.

"Fuck, I need you." you whine and pull him back up to kiss him, catching his bottom lip between your teeth and pulling it gently to emphasise your point. Billy groans at your words and crashes his lips back against yours, kissing you as if it was the very last time.

"Remember our safe word?" he whispers against your ear, making you shiver. You nod eagerly and go back to kissing him, your hips starting to buck upwards.

With one last kiss to your lips, Billy lowers himself until his head is level to your crotch and begins to unzip your pants. You help him with their removal, leaving you in just your underwear. His lips start kissing up your thighs slowly, getting you ready for him. The prominent throbbing between your legs becomes more and more intense with each kiss and you clench your hands into fists when he finally gets rid of your panties, exposing your wetness.

"So, so pretty." Billy leans in to press a single open mouthed kiss to your clit, causing your body to jerk in anticipation. He looks up at you with a smirk before going back to kissing your thighs, occasionally leaving marks on your skin. You whine, begging for him to touch you.

That's when his mouth finally comes in contact with your throbbing heat. Your hips lift off the bed as the first moans of pleasure slip past your lips. His tongue glides down the length of your slit before moving back up and ending the motion with a swirl of his tongue around your already pulsating clit. He's holding your thighs apart with both hands sprawled across them to give his tongue full access to you, licking along your folds before settling on your clit again, alternating between giving it small kitten licks and sucking.

"Fuck, baby." you whine, one hand clenched tightly in his hair while the other is busy squeezing your breasts. Billy moans against your flesh, flattens his tongue and licks all the way up your folds before covering you with the entirety of his mouth again, his tongue spreading your wetness around, massaging your walls in a way that makes you forget how to breathe properly. A louder moan slips out of you when his lips wrap themselves around your clit, sucking firmly while his tongue flicks over the sensitive bundle. “oh shit, babe," you gasp, you stomach tightening. "'m so close." You shove your other hand into his hair, making sure he stays there while you grind desperately against his tongue, needing a release.

Billy can feel that you're close, and when your moans become helpless whines and pleas he pulls away, looking up at you with a cocky grin.

"No...no, no, no don't stop." you cry out, eyes widening. Your walls clench around nothing and your hips thrust forward as you throw your head back against the pillow, your hands slamming against the sheets to grip them. Your breathing is erratic, and it only gets worse when Billy creeps his hands further up your thighs, holding them in place.

And then he's back at it again, teasing your entrance with his tongue and sucking your clit into his mouth before detaching his lips from you again, making you cry out.

And he does it again, and again, until you're writhing uncontrollably underneath him, body physically aching for the release that he keeps taking away from you.

"Please...please. It hurts." you sob, the throbbing sensation between your legs becoming achingly unbearable.

"Mmm...it hurts?" he teases, the vibrations of his voice only adding more to your pleasure. He waits until you stop moving to lean in and press a single kiss to your clit, his index finger sliding through your folds to apply pressure on it, slowly starting to rub the oversensitive bundle.

"O-Oh, god.” You're close to drawing blood as your teeth captures your lower lip, back arching in response to his touch. His name is leaving your lips in breathless pants now, a loud gasp leaving the back of your throat once he dives back in, his tongue working you just right. Within seconds you're about to cum, but once again Billy pulls away when you're on the verge of orgasming.

"No...no, please." you whine desperately, a few tears wetting your cheeks, your hips now violently jerking upwards. "It hurts. It hurts, please. I need to cum."

"Shh..." he murmurs, placing kisses everywhere but where you need him. Once you've calmed down from your sixth denied orgasm, he wastes no time and dips downward again to repeat the same treatment, flicking your clit over and over again, his nails digging into the soft skin of your thighs as you writhe uncontrollably beneath him, pleading, begging for more, the feeling of his tongue driving you crazy. You feel your orgasm build up again, jaw dropping wide open as he rubs just the right spots, leaving you a moaning, screaming mess.

"You gonna cum for me baby?"

"Yes. Yesyesyes." you moan out, ready to just do that.

He can feel how tense you are, how close you are. He lets go of your thighs and lets them wrap around his head as your orgasm finally explodes, sending intense waves of shock through your body. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, legs shaking violently as Billy continues his assault, letting you ride out your orgasm.

Once you've calmed down from your high, Billy leaves a trail of kisses up your body until he reaches your lips, capturing them in a deep kiss. Your breathing is still heavy, so he falls down on the bed next to you and lets you catch your breath, pulling you closer and planting a kiss to the top of your head.

"Fucking hell." you pant, resting the back of your hand against your forehead. "If this is what I get when—"

"Don't even think about finishing that sentence." he interrupts and you burst into a fit of giggles, leaning up to kiss him again.