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[beingsuneone]

PART TWO!!

Tragedy: Pt. 2

PART ONE | PART TWO

SYNOPSIS: mourning the ‘loss’ of your husband is difficult, especially when you aren’t entirely sure what happened to him. PART TWO

FANDOM: ACOTAR

PAIRING(S): Rhysand x Fem!reader

RATING: G

MEMBERS MENTIONED:

GENRE/AU: I don’t even know y’all. It’s not fluff. It kinda of more angst but not entirely that either.

WORD COUNT: 2.8k

WARNINGS: hhggggg uhm, mentions of death, mentions of drinking,

A/N: JUNE DONT LOOK. ITS SPOILERS.

DEDICATIONS: jjjbdbhshdhshsjskksjsjsjsjjs

CREDITS: n/a

Fourty-nine years, for a Fae, isn't significant, just a blip in their immortal lives.

Fourty-nine years with a missing Mate and a bond that’s indiscernibly dead, is a much different story. 49 years of mourning a lover you don’t know is dead, of missing a man that you could still one day have again.

In Velaris, you and the others have only the most basic of knowledge, obtained previous to being locked within the city.

You know that a fearsome general named Amarantha had infiltrated Prythian and demanded that all the high lords come live under the mountain. You know that Rhysand must have given himself up to protect Velaris.

You know that the whole of Prythian had begun to be razed just before Rhysand locked you all away.

The other knowledge you have is based only on assumptions.

Rhysand’s under the mountain, Rhysand locked you in. Rhysand is stuck. Or dead.

You don’t know why the mating bond has gone dead without actually going dead, or why there is no line to tug anymore, no mental wall to caress, no voice to respond to.

Silence. Terrifying, heartbreaking silence.

For you, 49 years had felt longer than the lifetimes you have already lived, and longer than the centuries that will come.

“Y/N?” Mor slips through the door, pulling you from your thoughts.

You smile at her, though only half-heartedly. “Good Morning, Mor; to what do I owe this visit?”

She grins back at you. “I know that you still fret over Rhysand– we all do– but I heard that some of the citizen’s have been organizing a festival to celebrate him.” her face drops only a little as she sighs. “I thought it might be a nice change of pace for us.”

You take a shuddering breath as the reason for the festival dawns on you. “It’s almost the anniversary of the day he disappeared.”

It’s a statement. Mor nods. “The people still have hope that he’ll return.” she pulls you up out of your bed, leading you towards your dresser. She retrieves a dress that she knows is one of your favourites and shoves it into your arms. “So should we.”

You know she’s right– Rhysand could very well still come home– but something in your mind tells you that something is not right.

His emotions are not there for you to read anymore, like his mind had been blocked off.

It almost felt like there was no bond anymore.

Even so, Mor was right; you needed a distraction— something to take your mind off of your position as High Lady, and the details of your husband’s disappearance.

Mor slips out the door as you slip into your dress. It’s peak Night Court style— covered in shimmering stars and made of beautiful midnight fabric. It had been your first anniversary present from Rhys.

Still your favourite after all this time.

You huff at your reflection and shake yourself free from your thoughts.

Your people are waiting.

They need reassurance just as much as you do.

……

The square is decorated in purple and silver finery, the classic colours of the night court splashed in each eyeful.

The stones beneath your feet glimmer with a sort of dust that catches the sun like a gemstone and the plant life is strung with a thin string of glimmering sliver.

There’s a wall painted with a chalk portrait, a night sky, deep and dark with an insightful moon looking down on the land.

And, finally, in the middle of the square, is a beautifully painted portrait of your dear Rhysand; the likeness is sickening, but only in the way that it makes you miss him even more fiercely than before— it's an otherwise incredible painting.

The faces of your citizens reflect much more hope than you yourself hold. You see the few children of velaris, running and playing with chalk just a few paces from the festivities.

Most of the adults are already drunk off of whatever alcohol they could first find and Amren is standing bitterly in a corner, nursing a cup with— what you assume is— some sort of blood in it.

Cassian is very loudly drunk, his arm slung over Azriel’s shoulder while Azriel tries to pretend he’s annoyed.

Mor smiles sincerely at you and shoves a cup of something into your hand. “It was made by one of the citizens, they say it took them a month to perfect the brew.”

You peer into the cup; even the drinks at this event replicate the night sky. It has the same shimmering silver, swirling within a midnight blue base. It smells divine.

There is a small platform with two chairs at the edge of the square, blocked off by a navy rope. It would be yours and Rhysand’s seats, but today, it is just yours.

Although you're sure that your friends will all take their turns bothering you if you are sitting up there. Rhysand’s chair will not remain empty.

“Come on,’ Mor says, walking beside you up to the platform.

Once you're up there, you catch nearly everyone’s attention. Cassian and Azriel immediately move to stand near the platform and Amren settles into Rhysand’s chair like a cat would settle right where you don’t need them to.

However, you suppose it’s not the time in the evening because everyone resumes their previous activities not long after.

Cassian walks up and locks you in a headlock. “Hey! How are you doing?”

You sigh and smile once he lets you go. “I’m… Alright. This festival is stunning.”

“It is.” Mor chimes in, still staring out at the crowd.

There’s even a string of vendors lining the square, some with food and some with other wares and frivolities.

“How are you Cassian? Azriel?” You ask, looking past Cassian.

Azriel shrugs slightly. “Good.”

Cassian holds up his cup of whatever it is and grins. “I can’t complain.”

“I’m glad.” You respond absent-mindedly, finally taking the first sip of your beverage. You hum in delight. “That’s lovely. Mor, you must show me who made this.”

“We’ll do our rounds, and I’ll introduce you when you cross her path.”

Cassian leaves to mingle once more but Azriel sticks close-by, Amren stays in her spot with a book in her hand and Mor chats idly with someone near.

You wipe your palms on your dress, even though they aren’t sweaty and begin your rounds.

You talk to several people, conversations that involve idle chatter, Rhysand and even some problems you have to consider as High Lady; but those are far and few in between.

Finally you make it to a small booth, lined with cups and a few tea cakes, all fitting in the night court theme.

It’s the same swirling drink you hold in your hand.

“Hello, My lady.” The old woman behind the counter greets you. She is an older fae, much older than you.

“Hello,” you greet, smiling graciously at her. “The wine is amazing, were you the one who made it?”

She grins a toothy grin at you and nods. “I’ve been trying to make it for years and finally perfected it in honour of our High Lord.”

Your sweet smile drops just a fraction and you know she sees it by the way she begins to study you.

“I’m sure our High Lord is alive and well, my dear, that boy was always resilient.”

You breathe, a sort of laugh.

Rhysand may very well be alive, but if he were well, you were sour he would have returned already. Still, you must ease their minds. “I’m sure he is. Rhysand is…” you trail off, not having enough to describe how you see your husband.

She nods knowingly. “I know, My lady, you truly love him and his absence is very painful.” She passes you one of the small cakes. “Here, take this.” you start to each for a few coins but she shakes her head. “Please, my treat. I know well how you must feel.”

Your eyebrows furrow as you gently take the cake from her hands. “If you don’t mind my asking, what do you mean?”

There’s a forlorn look behind her wise eyes as she sighs. “I do not mind your asking, My Lady.” She continues as you take a small bite of the cake. The woman is talented when it comes to cake too, you find. “Many years ago, I had a mate, he was everything to me; we were together for thousands of years before he suddenly disappeared. I had no knowledge of where he might be, just a faint bond that I would try to tug on.

“I had hope that he would come home but… eventually I discovered that he had been murdered by a human after they had tortured him for months.”

Your swallow thickly. “I am so sorry.”

She shakes her head once more. “It was a long time ago, dear. What I'm trying to say is, you need to hold onto your hope, no matter how much time has passed.”

You purse your lips introspectively and nod slowly. “I’m trying to. I want him to come home.”

She gives you one last comforting smile. “He will. Our High Lord will come home.”

Your eyes burn and you have to choke back the urge to cry. “Thank you— for the cake, and the insight.”

“Anytime, My Lady.”

……

the day progressed into the night, teh children long in bed in their home by the time it hits midnight. You’re dancing slowly with Mor, a comforting waltz that you probably would have danced with Rhysand.

You can just imagine him here, pulling you in by your waist, gently kissing your cheek before telling you that you look beautiful and how much he loves you. The way his deep purple eyes would have shone with his love for you.

He would have loved this.

You would have loved watching him love this.

“I think it’s time for a speech.” Mor says, halting your dance and pulling you up to. the platform.

You settle into the chair while Mor grabs Azriel and Cassian.

Cassian whistles loudly to catch the crowd's attention.

when everyone is watching you stand, taking a deep breath. “I just want to begin by saying that this festival is breath-taking and every person who put effort into this festival is wonderful and talented.” You pause. “I just know Rhysand would have loved this.”

The crowd murmurs a bit and you see a few worried expressions. You know you must calm their fears even though you cannot calm your own.

“A wise woman told me tonight that I cannot let go of my hope— I have to believe that our High Lord will return to us, and so must all of you.” You pause. “Rhysand is out there somewhere and he is fighting to come back to us. He’s strong, smart and resilient; so please, do not worry for his safety, continue to celebrate him. Celebrate your past with him and your future, just as I will.”

The worried expressions seem to have softened which make you loosen up a bit. Mor looks at you encouragingly, expecting you to continue.

“In the meantime, while we wait for him to return, I am here to help you with whatever problems you may have. I am here to protect Velaris from any threat that may arrive.” You pause one last time and take a deep breath. “And lastly, thank you all so much for putting so much thought and care into this celebration of Rhysand.”

It’s silent for a second before a few fae clap and then everyone claps for you and shouts reassurances to you and everyone else in the crowds. You dismiss everyone and the party starts in full swing once more; expect now, it’s more uproarious, more joyful– your speech must have had the attended affect.

When you look at the portrait of Rhysand, you don’t feel so sad anymore.

……

You startle as the front door opens loudly, you wonder who it is but decide it’s probably just one of your friends. It’s been a few months since that wonderful festival, and you managed to maintain that unrelenting hope that your husband would some day walk through that front just as you’re sure one of your friends is doing now.

“Mor?” You call, assuming she was the most likely to come. “Is that you?”

Your feet patter softly, slowly as you walk out of your bedroom; you’re dressed in your Pajama’s but it really doesn’t matter.

It’s nothing that they haven’t seen before.

The silence unnerves you as you walk down the hall, Mor would always respond back. Maybe it’s Azriel? But, why would he come here alone?

Unless something bad has happened.

Your heartbeat quickens and you’re rushing to turn the corner into the living area.

The sight before you is worse than anything you imagined.

“Rhysand?” You squeak, feeling equally happy that he’s alive and upset at his silence.

He looks up at you; you see the trauma in eyes, the suffering and torture that you know he must’ve had to endure.

Rhysand doesn’t even get a word out before he drops to his knees; the sound permeates through the wooden floor as you join him down there.

You sit down and pull him into your chest, stroking his hair and listening as he sobs silently.

Your heart breaks for him, all over again and in a completely different, more angry way than before; you desperately wish you could hurt Amarantha for what she did to him. Whatever it might have been. It must have been her that kept him away for so long.

You’ll learn when he’s ready to tell you, you’re sure.

“Rhysand, My Love?” You whisper, still holding him close to you.

He pulls back and looks up at you, his mouth seems stuck, like there aren’t any words he could say to describe what he’s feeling or what happened; maybe there isn’t.

You gently pull him to his feet and lead him to your bedroom where you sit him down on the bed; he stares at the wall as you grab some new clothes for him.

You set the clean clothes down besides him and nudge his arms apart so you can take off his old clothes.

He complies; let's you unbutton his shirt and pull it off, pulls off his pants when he needs to, and then he slips the new clothes on.

“We have much to talk about, y/n.” He says, even his words sound broken.

You shake your head. “Save it for another time, My Dear Rhys. For now, let’s sleep. Okay?”

He nods.

….

Rhysand’s tale is long and winded; he tells of a human woman who fell in love with your brother, saved all of Prythian and ultimately died to save all of you.

The high lords had all used their powers to bring her back to life, turning her Fae and allowing her to live out her life with the man she quite literally died for.

He tells you how Amarantha had had an infatuation with Tamlin and had apparently cursed all of the spring court to wear masks for fifty years or as soon as he was able to get a human to genuinely say that she loved him. He had, evidently, been successful. She had also intended to keep the citizens of Prythian, high lords included, trapped under that mountain and under her power foever. He also tells you that he had tried to cut off your bond as best he could to avoid any detection of it and, once his magic was dampened, he couldn’t access it himself.

“I made a deal with her,” Rhysand says, “I told her I would help her make it out of there alive if she promised me a week of every month.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “Why did you do that? Take weeks of her time, I mean?”

“I’m not sure. I think maybe I wanted to save her from Tamlin before he could hurt her.” He pauses, “She seems convinced that she loves him.”

You ask her name and Rhysand complies.

Feyre Archeron. An interesting and fitting name for the woman who saved you all from an eternity of suffering. Especially the people under the mountain.

Especially Rhysand.

“It’s weird.” Rhysand, tugs at your sleeve and pulls you down into his lap. “Our deal made me able to hear into her mind, much like our mating bond. But still quite different.”

You nod absent-mindedly and run your hand through his hair. “I couldn’t tell if you were dead all these years. The bond was broken but it wasn't gone. I was so scared you were dead.”

“I’m sorry, My Love. I wish I could’ve talked to you. Maybe I wouldn’t be as hurt as I am now.” He buries his face into your neck, breathing deeply.

You stroke his back gently, not responding, letting him speak his mind.

How do you console someone after all that?

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[immoralimmortals]

A Song With Ten Names

Chapter 19: Yes, to Err is Human, So Don't Be One (3)

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Summary of chapter: The thicker the water, the more weeds for sirens to hide in. Secrets, secrets, secrets. Their flavor is so delicious to the split plant man.

Author's Note: The sung song in this chapter is Come Along by Cosmo Sheldrake. As before, the title and the chapter breaks are lyrics from Yes, to Err is Human, So Don't Be One by Will Wood.

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I could take your life, if you're done with it, sweetheart

You still picking at that? Only ate the good parts

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The woman...is a horrible liar.

In her mind, hiding behind the props around her musical stage are the clarinets, the oboes and the drums. They rise from the cattails, the tall grass and brambly bushes— instruments that either don’t exist here or are simply not available to her. All the same, the symphony is in the stranger’s mind, and that’s enough. This murky atmosphere and the song of lost souls go hand in hand like lovers trying to run away, eloped and gone forever. She remembers, that first day with Hidan, that man in love with another who planned to escape to the land of the stars, who unwittingly snuck her a backstory for this character she’s become.

The promise to live has made the woman forget her promise to not come here without Kakuzu.

The edge of the lake is muckier and rockier the farther she circles to the south end, the farthest from her home she’s abandoned tonight, coming here so foolishly by her lonesome. The moisture of the mud sinks between bare toes, tells her that marshland may near by.

How perfect.

She follows the cattails’ path, walks underneath twisty gnarls of old trees, their branches stretched overhead like gates as she imagines herself stepping into a magical realm. Is she already in one? Doesn’t matter too much. There’s different kinds of magic, and the kind that contains death isn’t really one she wants to dwell on more than necessary.

The intro to this composition is long, and she sings onomatopoeia breathy and dramatic as the instrumental needs, swings her hands and arms and steps in a waltz. Shadows grow taller as she wanders deeper into gloomy perdition; it should terrify her, but danger is familiar. The parasites that accompany such untamed ecosystems don’t intimidate her, even as she leaves her shoes by the clearer water.

The spirit of the trees watches her spin around in her white nightgown, the shape of her visible beneath as moonlight shines through the thin cloth. A few final “bum bum bum”s, and finally she gets to sing. It’s as close as one can get to inviting the ghosts in without your ouija board.

Come along, catch a Heffalump

Sit with me on a muddy clump

We'll sing a song of days gone by

Fireflies are re-imagined as sprites, little chimes as their voices that reply much as bells do in the original song. Dum, dee, dum, dee. Hands stretch to each one like a band's conductor; then fingers pinch their fingers and twist by her wrists, like they're plucking and shaking the fairydust out of the bugs' wings.

Run along now, don’t be glum

Get you gone, now, have some fun

Don't be long, for the end is nigh

Dancing is not something she has done, not in front of the others, but here surrounded by the dank of stagnant water and the thick oxygen of the rooted plants, there is no other choice. She is alone. She gets to be the archetype she’s always wanted to be: the fairy in the forest, the witch of the woods, the siren of the swamp. Change is stirring in the air and it needs a bit of stewing, a bit of time in a watchful magician’s cauldron lest the concoction of time and fate begin to form a scum on the top, like milk does when left alone in a mug for too long. Itachi and Tobi and Kakuzu and Hidan and Kisame, in separate degrees and directions, know her biggest secret and shame. She can finally let go, at least in some sense. She has no calendar on paper but as generations before did, the traveler can still see days pass. The grass is yellowing at the tips and her roses are beginning to wilt. Summer is ending, autumn nearly begun. Her favorite seasons are the ones of change, where the scent in the wind carries another aroma than just heat or cold, where either the perfume of blooms or the rot of dead leaves leave a taste in the back of her mouth just from being outside for a minute or two.

Don't let moments pass along

And waste before your eyes

Winter is her hardest time of the year, and she is afraid, but autumn will make it worth it. The fall will help her prepare for a tumble through the blizzards to come. The ribbon is untied from her hair, held in her hand and swirled around like a flag as locks bounce mussed and free.

March with me and the borogoves

Come with me and the slithy toves

And never ask us why

Autumn is the time of mysteries, whimsies, and magics. That’s why a silly girl is out by her lonesome, asking the life around her to come along, come play where prying eyes can’t see.

She may be a performer, but she is still a horrible liar. The spirit of the trees witnesses her in her folly, raw and vulnerable and so very eager to get lost. He watches her hop and clap and skip in the way one only can when they believe they are truly all alone.

Come, come, come, come, come along now

Run away from the hum-drum

We'll go to a place that is safe from

Greed, anger and boredom

We'll dance and sing till sundown

And feast with abandon

We'll sleep when the morning comes

And we'll rise by the sound of the birdsongs

Perhaps her lack of sleep for these starlit dreams is catching up with her, as with one extra spin she sees a shadow grow over her shoulder, sees the jagged, toothy shapes on the soaked grass ahead begin to crack open like an egg, revealing the shape of a human head. Abruptly, it is known that this is not simply getting herself dizzy.

“AH!”

She trips as she attempts to spin on her heel, and for the third time since they’ve properly met, Zetsu catches her in his arms. His eyes— one complete and one merely a circle— shine like will-o-wisps, like her fireflies that flutter blinking lights around the ankles and knees.

The spirit of the trees smiles ever so softly with half of his face.

“So...you’re a little ghost after all.” Nearly like Tobi did before, she’s kept in this dip, forced to feel herself in his grasp, at his mercy lest gravity take her the rest of the way down. She watches the way that his arms grasp not through his sleeves but the middle of his cloak, like the massive green structure around his skull must go further down his body than just the shoulders. It’s all too staggering for her to have a quip, an explanation more than stuttering “I-I-I-”s. He’s so calm; is he mad?

Wait…

She finds her tongue, the monster’s namesake.

“A...ghost?”

“Yes, of course you are. I can see it now,” White Zetsu speaks more to himself than to her, yellow orbs drinking her in. Then he and the dark one take turns in their revelation:

“The fear.”

“The whimsy.”

“The affinity for death.”

“The desire to live.”

What the heck is he talking about?! The only thing on her mind, now that she can talk, is to try to get herself out of trouble, wiggle out of his hands. “What? What are you— Huh—?” His one full eye crinkles the bottom lid up as he grins. To her horror, it is distinctly in tease.

“You’re not allowed outside alone, you know.”

Electricity shivers down her spine, makes her breath hitch as he looms over her. She tries to counter: “I— I was told so. Kakuzu told me—”

“You misunderstand.” As Black Zetsu speaks, she gives a surprised, questioning hum, still tinged musical. The white one picks it back up: “I don’t mean that you need to prompt someone to go with you, lest you misbehave.” And black delivers the blow, voice so deep it nearly makes her see a scowl on a blank face:

“You are never alone when you step out those doors.”

Holy shit.

The woman swallows, frog from the lake having jumped in her throat, making her eyes wide and boggling like she is one herself. Breathless lips part. Does this mean what she thinks it means?

Beyond shadow of a doubt, the terrible answer is yes.

“Our little ghost,” Zetsu confirms, both voices at once. He knows. He heard everything.

She wants to scream but she can’t. Simultaneously, a black arm wraps around her back possessively, making her unable to so much as squirm. The white hand reaches up, and almost as if he’s never had opportunity to touch another human being, an index finger trails its fingertip from an invisible target ring on her forehead, down the bridge of a nose that should grow in length for each and every lie, down to the lips that release her secrets. Zetsu loves secrets; they’re almost as delicious as the freshly dead.

“...Let’s strike a deal,” the unearthly creature bargains. The scent of pollen wafts around her again, so soft it’s underneath the stank of the swamp, but so distinct she remembers it from the last time Zetsu held her, upside down from a tree.

It isn’t necessary, per say, to hide that she is dead, but Zetsu finds no harm in a bit of playtime. Where would the fun be found if he didn’t find a way to keep every piece of the puzzle under his thumb, have leverage in case it is necessary? Let her believe it changes her fate. Eyebrows furrow underneath haunted wide eyes. Yes, of course she accepts the wager, but what is it she must give in turn?

Zetsu either hasn’t decided yet or is keeping it a secret. His answer is too plain, to cryptic, too charming to be the truth:

“Continue,” he demands, light voice airy like he’s trying to draw out her breath with a spell. “Dance. Sing. With me.”

…

The frog in her throat sinks down to her stomach. Her voice is free. Ironically, the amphibian from the night with Kakuzu is no longer here to sing in her place, to fill the silence. Eyeballs twitching in their sockets evaluate the split man, the greatest mystery of all, in all of this twisty-turny dream. He’s made of stuff from nightmares, yes: stark black and white divided and unreal, character design that screams “carnivore”, the way she can never tell what he’s supposed to mean when he speaks.

But.

But.

What are fairy tales if not making the nonsensical, uncomfortable palatable? With the parting of her lips the deal is struck, as if she has a choice. The stranger sings him her story with no need to pick up from the beginning. He was there for that, and she knows it. She begins stiff at first, voice quiet now that she’s being so intensely scrutinized. Zetsu raises her at a matching, theatrical pace, gradually from dipped to upright, a hand firm upon her back and one placing its fingers delicately under her chin. Blunt teeth peek from half a smile.

The first thing, after all, that the spy admitted about her is how well she does sing.

We'll be here when the world slows down

And the sunbeams fade away

Keeping time by a pendulum

As the fabric starts to fray

These lyrics are truer than she ever realized. Will it be this way, just like that? Just him and her till the end of her time, till the sand in the hourglass tumbles down its last grain? Bi-colored hands loosen once she's back on her own unshoed feet, the black one slipping back into his cloak as the white one begins to tug at the fabric. The stranger watches, evaluates as the monster reveals more of his inhuman body. Even so, even struck with this sight, she must continue:

There’s no such thing as time to kill

Nor time to throw away

This near whisper knows the next part of the melody is louder; if she doesn’t meet the need it presents, it will be obvious. She feels her shoulders rise and fall with a panicked breath she tries to control, waiting as he begins to undress. The red clouds slip to the ground, soaking the damp of the earth. He’s split black and white as far down his torso as remaining clothes allow sight of. In a flex— almost like a stretch, waking up in the morning— the massive leaves fold downward to skirt his waist, his arms now free to do entirely as they please...

They are held forward, palms up and waiting. The diptych man continues to send mixed messages with his face.

...Entirely free for her to take back and perhaps, perchance, pretend that she is in control. A hand of fate and a hand of chance are held in either of her own, and she spins one...

So, once for the bright sky

Two...

Twice for the pig sty

Three times...

Thrice for another day

...As she counts her lives and wonders if maybe she can get one more.

The chorus is given another go, and she attempts to skip and jump and dance with the fae that has never left her side. He's somehow halfway between stiff and melting so very, very easily.

Come, come, come, come, come along now

Run away from the hum-drum

We'll go to a place that is safe from

Greed, anger and boredom

The only retort to such a being is to either play wholeheartedly or not join the game at all; the latter is no longer an option. The performer prays to the gods of night that she may never give him her real name in her sleep, and she swings them around with nothing to lose. He won’t be satisfied by dance alone, surely…

...But part of her enjoys being chased, doesn’t it?

We'll dance and sing till sundown

And feast with abandon

We'll sleep when the morning comes

And we'll rise by the sound of the birdsongs

Clarinets again, just in her head. She must attempt to sound them out, humming and dumming so the split man gets some sort of idea of the waltz with sprites and things undead. Is that her now? Is she undead?

Come with me, catch a rare type specimen

Cuddle up with a hesitant skeleton

We'll break our fast with friends

Once we're fed, we shall disappear rapidly

Many moons to the west of here and happily

Our journey never ends

He whispers again, mouth brushing against her neck as he pulls her close in one of these whimsical steps into the unknown, the tone too uncertain to her ears: “Our little ghost.”

Shut your ears when sirens sing,

Tie armbands to your feet

Midnight honeysuckle’s scent is so thick she’ll smell it on herself for a week. The performer closes her eyes, pretends this is all a dream, and twirls with he that may take it all away. There is one comfort: the dream doesn’t have to end if she doesn’t fall asleep, if she doesn’t have something to wake up from. Perhaps the monster knows this is all she’ll ever want.

Listen up and you won't go wrong again

Float along on a verse-less song and then

Get to where the two ends meet

Perhaps now the monster can feel some semblance of control, over the strange spell the witch casts, the song the siren sings that lure others in. Perchance he is playing too much. Zetsu wonders if her sort of death has a different kind of taste, marinated in pale, moonlit gloom and steeped in the irony of human gods.

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Hey, whatever works, I'm a cheap date

(Check, please)

Falling off the bone, I'm awful glad we met

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[lilartifex]

Ink and Fictober 2023 Day 3: "Okay, show me."

Inktober Prompt #3: Path

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Fandom: Good Omens

Character/s: Crowley, Side Characters, Mentioned Aziraphale

Additional Tags: Hurt No Comfort, Angst, Crowley is Good with Kids, Walks in the Park, Christmas, Inspired by Music

Summary: Christmas always reminded Crowley of angels (or a very special one, at least). Now it leaves a bitter, vile taste in his mouth and Crowley can't wait for it to end.

Quick Note: There is a piece of music embedded further down the story. It's a Swedish folk song and the English lyrics mentioned here aren't the same as those officially written because they're the ones my choir sang when I was a kid. I strongly encourage you to have it playing in the last few paragraphs if you can. :)

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Crowley didn’t mind Christmas, usually. 

Technically, he should despise it and all it stood for - he was a demon, after all - but ever since the holiday had come about sometime in the third century, he’d found himself quite fond of it. Good food, good wine, plenty of plants and a whole day when Hell was guaranteed not to bother him. Although he could do with less of the carolling and choirs showing up on his doorstep (which he hadn’t actually had to worry about since he’d started living in the Bently, but still).

And it always reminded him of angels. Or one, very particular angel.

But this year, Crowley despised it. 

He hated it with his entire being, with every fibre of his demonic entity. Everything that had once made Christmas tolerable now made it insufferable to him; the lights were too cheerful, the gifts too full of love, and the little angels people still placed on top of their Christmas trees leered down at him mockingly. He <em>especially</em> hated the angels.

He found himself hiding away in the Bently, wishing he could just fall asleep and set a timer for January next year. Or maybe several years after that. But every time Crowley tried, his thoughts came back to haunt him. There were memories of other Christmases when he could convince Aziraphale to down bottles of wine ‘because it was the season’ and watch the angel try to drunkenly sing Christmas carols and fail atrociously. Or quieter times when they would simply have tea at the Ritz and stroll along the duck pond, chatting about nothing and everything at the same time. 

But those memories were tainted now. Tainted with the grief and knowledge that they won’t happen this year, or indeed, ever again. There won’t be a friendly, angelic face waiting for him in the next year like there had been in recent years. There would be no warm bookshop or dinners at the Ritz. No strolls along the lake or picnics under trees. No nightingales to sing their song in Berkley Square.

There was just Crowley. And a shattered, broken heart.

So, after failing for the third time in a row to quiet his loud thoughts (and possibly setting a nearby Christmas tree on fire by accident), Crowley decided to go for a walk.

He locked the Bently and let his feet carry him wherever they wanted to go, his shoes making soft crunching noises as he trod over a thin layer of frost and snow. There weren’t many people out tonight. It wasn’t quite Christmas yet, but Crowley still passed a few children’s choirs, all bundled up to sing their little hearts out. Crowley blocked them out.

It wasn’t until he found himself standing in front of a familiar pond that he realised where his feet had been taking him. They’d been instinctively walking to one of the few places he hadn’t felt alone, even when he didn’t have Aziraphale beside him. 

The duck pond was frozen over now, and most of the ducks were gone. Crowley wasn’t too sure if they were the kind that migrated, and he didn’t really care anymore. Everything felt numb and fuzzy, save for the frigid air that he drew into his lungs, burning with each breath and clouding in front of his eyes with each exhale.

He stood there, alone, for a few minutes. Just breathing. Then, as he turned to leave, something small wrapped around his hand. 

Crowley looked down, a little surprised.

“Hi there mister,” said the little girl that had grabbed his hand. “You look sad. Want to come with us?”

Crowley blinked at her slowly, then looked around. A couple were standing a few metres off, clearly waiting for her. For him?

Crowley stared at her. “...Why?” he croaked.

The girl grinned. “We were going to watch the choir and you looked lonely and sad. Nobody should be lonely and sad at Christmas.”

Crowley wanted to point out that yes, people were lonely and sad at Christmas, and yes, he was one of them, and no, he did not want to come, but she started pulling him along anyway, in the direction of whom he guessed were her parents. He was about to tell her that she really shouldn’t be walking up to random strangers and pulling their hands, but she gazed up at him with wide, cheerful eyes. Crowley sighed. He’d always had a soft spot for kids.

“Okay. Show me,” he relented. The girl’s grin widened.

“This way!” she called happily, dragging him along. Her parents gave him apologetic smiles but he just shrugged at them and shoved his hands in his pockets. He’d had nothing better to do anyway.

As they walked down the path, the sound of children singing drifted through the air around them, getting louder as they approached.

“Who can sail without the wind?”

“Without oars who can row?”

Crowley frowned. This didn’t sound like a Christmas carol. 

The girl and her parents joined a small crowd that had already gathered around the choir, made up of small children aged between eight and twelve. A black-clad conductor was instructing the children with a baton. The girl waved at another who was standing among the choir’s rows, each sharing a goofy, best-friend smile with eachother. Crowley’s heart clenched painfully.

“Who can leave a friend behind?”

The choir girl made a face and her friend in the audience laughed. 

“Without the tears that flow?”

When the choir had finished their song, the girl looked over her shoulder, beaming.

Crowley was gone.

[staticsqueaks]

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Send me 🚪  ( or ‘door’ )   and I’ll generate a number for my muse to show up on your muse’s doorstep ( a mix of angst, silliness, and fluff ) … ((TW: Dark humor and alcohol. GOOD LUCK PHARMA LOL)) Number Generated: 5 - blackout drunk ______________

Hosin rarely partied. It wasn't really in his nature to even want to. Maybe, just maybe, he'd been egged on by a few minibots at the bar. Maybe he's emptied an entire canister and a half of helium. Maybe he'd gotten in his ship and plugged in the first coordinates that lit up on his screen just to see what happened. Maybe he'd knocked on Pharma's door until he answered. Hosin stared up at his friend from below, swaying where he stood as he blinked unevenly and took a few steps, instantly face planting into the floor as he laughed. He rolled onto his side and stared up with a half lidded gaze, trying to comprehend what his helium intoxicated mind was seeing. "Huh...?" He lost himself in another fit of giggles. "Wait, I was there and now I am here? Life is funny that way." He slurred, pushing himself up to his knees and instantly falling back forward onto all fours. "Annnnyway, I wanna see if," He paused, trying to let his thoughts catch up to themselves when Pharma's colors started to confuse him. "Woah, woah, I am colorblind, what color are you supposed to be?" He laughed again, outlining Pharma's features from below with an unsteady finger as he amused himself. "Oh! I-I was gonna ask...do you wanna come back to the Lost Light and party with us?" He rested his chin in his palm, missing a few times before digging into his satchel for a can of silly string. "We are having a smashing time and...a-and I think you should get out of this musty old clinic and come have some fun, Pharma! It would do you good!" With that, Hosin haphazardly uncapped the silly string and sprayed it over Pharma's chassis, coating him in a thin layer of bright yellow fun before he caught the remaining bit that fluttered down in his mouth. He wrinkled the bridge between his eyes and spat to the side out of disgust when the taste wasn't what he'd expected. "G-Goodness...that does not taste silly at all!" Finally, he managed to force himself up to a stand, taking a few wobbly steps. "Let us depart, p-post....post haste, Pharma, my friend! We should....we....s-should....-" With that, Hosin faceplanted back into the floor and conked himself out, snoring messily over the once pristine metal of the clinic as he finally fell into his drunken stupor.

[cessey22]

CONTACT INFORMATION

Name: Princes G. Nazar

Address: San isidro Rest.

Country: Philippines

Contact No#: 09263221303

Gmail Account:princesnazar022@gmail.com

Title: Family , Love , Support

CAST OF CHARACTERS

-Paul is the kindest in the family and hardworking and studies well, smart and always honors, he is the hope of the family.

-Mel is the most arrogant and lazy in the family, gobbled up and always sleeps

-Dap is the most supportive in the family and the kindest and most loving child in the family.

Time and setting

-Day Time

-Sunny day

Setting

- House

- Living Room

- School

SYNPOSIS

Family , Love and Support

Family is the anchor of our lives.

Love binds us together, heart to heart.

Support from family is like a sturdy bridge over troubled waters.

In the arms of family, we find solace and strength.

Love is the language we speak without words in our family.

Supportive families create a nurturing environment for growth.

Love is the foundation upon which our family stands.

Through thick and thin, family stands by our side.

Supportive families lift each other up when life gets tough.

Love knows no bounds within the embrace of family.

THE MEETING

Paul ‘s School

(the best in their room and studies hard and always listens, a kind child)

-Paul

(paul is very angry with mel)

Mel, are you just sleeping?

Scene shift to (Dap is the most diligent child in their house, he always cleans)

-Mel (most arrogant and knows nothing but sleep)

Paul: (all the dreams and success of Paul’s life as he works hard in his studies)

Dap: (Is the most loving and fond of plants and animals)

(Scene transitions back to paul they talked a lot about what Mel was doing at home)

Paul : Dap can we talk?

Dap : Yes , what do you want?

Scene transitions back to mel ( Mel is very angry because Paul and Dap are talking loudly)

Mel: and why are you talking about me?

Paul: because you’re just sleeping!!

Dap: how can we not talk about you when you were asleep, what you did here at home!!

(And mel was silent and could not speak after dap spoke.)

(Scene ends with Paul , Mel n’ Dap)

THE BOND

3 years ago later

House’s

(They have become better as siblings and it’s good to be together with them, the extent of Mel’s change is because she realized what her siblings were saying and she listened to the advice of her siblings)

Paul : How are you mel?

Mel : Im fine brother

Dap : very nice brother , Im happy for u!

Paul :I hope you continue your change because Dap and I are proud of you!

Dap : YESSSSSSS!! SUPER PROUD OF YOU BROTHER MEL!!!

Mel : thank you very much for your advice brother n’ sister!

(Scene ends with Paul , Mel n’ Dap surroundings by loved siblings)

Closing Scene

Dap and mel on the way to paul’s house

(Their life as siblings became a success because of the hard work of their brother Paul and they were able to build a house.)

Paul: hi mel n’ dap , thank u for coming!

Mel n ‘ dap , paul (and they hugged!)

Mel: our life can change now, I never imagined this life

(And dap cried)

The joy of their life as siblings now is because of their older brother’s hard work.

(THE END)

[tearsinthemist]

Vegan Breakfast Burritos | Easy Recipe

These vegan breakfast burritos are loaded with roasted potatoes, avocado, mushrooms, and peppers. They are great for a healthy protein-packed breakfast or brunch! Furthermore, they are easy to make with simple ingredients. Are you tired of eating oatmeal for breakfast? Then try these plant-based savory breakfast burritos!

Healthy Vegan Breakfast Burritos

What’s your favorite breakfast? Are you team sweet or team savory? Maybe you are eating oatmeal for breakfast every day and want to try something new? If yes, then look no further and give these vegan breakfast burritos a chance.

They are hearty, savory, flavorful and loaded with lots of good stuff like roasted potatoes, beans, mushrooms, and avocado! Did your mouth already start to water? I would say let’s check out this plant-based breakfast goodness right away.

Roasted Potatoes

I love roasted potatoes, they are crispy, satisfying, and simply perfect for these delicious vegan breakfast burritos. They are furthermore super easy to prepare, you simply need to toss them with some spices and a little bit of oil, and bake them in the oven until golden brown.

In the photo above you can see the potatoes before baking and in the following photo, you will see how good the looked after baking.

I added whole cumin, smoked paprika, onion powder, salt and pepper to taste. You can, of course, also add cayenne pepper to make them spicy and hot! Also, it’s totally possible to use sweet potatoes instead of regular potatoes.

Simple Ingredients

These vegan burritos are amazing for a healthy protein-packed breakfast or brunch! I used only simple ingredients for this recipe. Kidney beans are one of them. You can also use black beans, or even chickpeas instead.

Furthermore, I added tomatoes, peppers, mushrooms, onion, garlic, and avocado. If you aren’t a fan of e.g. mushrooms, simply leave them out and use something different instead, for example, zucchini.

These Breakfast Burritos Are:

Vegan

Flavorful

Hearty

Soy-free

Gluten-free (if you use gluten-free tortillas)

Easy to make

Also perfect for brunch or as a snack

Satisfying

Healthy

Freezer Friendly Vegan Breakfast Burritos

Another big bonus is that you can prepare these vegan burritos ahead and freeze for busy mornings. All you need to do is wrap the prepared burritos in aluminum foil, place them in Ziploc bags and put them in the freezer.

You can heat them up in the oven until crispy or for about 3-4 minutes in the microwave (please remove the tin foil before you put them in the microwave).

Cashew Sauce

A good creamy sauce is a must for these yummy vegan breakfast burritos. And the great thing is that it’s super easy to make. All you need is cashew butter, some spices, hot sauce, and water. To make the sauce nut-free you could use sunflower seed butter or coconut butter.

Vegan Breakfast Burritos

Author: Michaela Vais

These vegan breakfast burritos are loaded with roasted potatoes, avocado, mushrooms, and peppers. They are great for a healthy protein-packed breakfast or brunch! Furthermore, they are easy to make with simple ingredients. Are you tired of eating oatmeal for breakfast? Then try these plant-based savory breakfast burritos!

Ingredients 

Roasted potatoes

▢ 4-5 medium-sized (600 g) potatoes

▢ ½ tbsp oil

▢ ½ tsp onion powder

▢ ¼ tsp smoked paprika

▢ ¼ tsp cumin seeds

▢ Sea salt and pepper to taste

Burritos

▢ 1 avocado sliced

▢ 1 (15 oz) can of kidney beans drained and rinsed (you can use other beans)

▢ 1 green pepper chopped (or color of choice)

▢ 2 tomatoes chopped

▢ 5 oz (140 g) mushrooms sliced

▢ 1 onion chopped

▢ 2 cloves of garlic minced

▢ 2-3 tbsp red cabbage shredded

▢ 4 flour tortillas gluten-free if needed

▢ ½ tbsp oil

▢ 1 tsp dried oregano

▢ ¾ tsp ground cumin

▢ ½ tsp onion powder

▢ ⅓ tsp smoked paprika

▢ Sea salt and pepper to taste

Cashew sauce

▢ 2 tbsp (32 g) cashew butter

▢ Juice of 1/2 lime

▢ Enough water to thin out

▢ ⅓ tsp onion powder

▢ ¼ tsp garlic powder

▢ Hot sauce to taste

▢ Sea salt and pepper to taste

Instructions

Roasted Potatoes

Preheat oven to 400 degrees F (200 degrees C) and line a baking sheet with parchment paper.

Chop potatoes into 1-inch cubes and put them in a bowl. Add the other ingredients for the roasted potatoes.

Toss well to coat and transfer the potatoes onto the lined baking sheet. Bake in the oven for about 30 minutes or until cooked through and golden brown.

Cashew Sauce

To make the cashew sauce, simply mix all ingredients in a small bowl with a whisk until smooth and creamy.

Burritos

While the potatoes are in the oven, chop mushrooms, onion, garlic, tomatoes, pepper, avocado, and red cabbage.

Heat 1/2 tbsp oil in a skillet, add onion, mushrooms, and pepper. Cook on medium heat for 5 minutes. Add the spices, garlic, tomatoes and cook for a further 1-2 minutes.

Toast a tortilla (in a pan) and place about 2-3 tbsp each of the veggie mixture, the beans, the roasted potatoes, the avocado, a little red cabbage, and cashew sauce onto the tortilla.

Roll the burrito up by folding the sides inward and the edge closest to you over the filling, pulling tightly.

Once you rolled up all burritos, toast them in a pan for a few minutes until crunchy and golden brown. Enjoy! Check the blog post to find out how to freeze the burritos.

Notes

Recipe serves 8. Nutrition facts are for one serving with the cashew sauce.

Vegan Breakfast Burritos

[luna-pun]

Tfw your front and back yards have such diverse little ecosystems that you find spiders that come from whole other countries.

[xiao-isms]

Hello I just recently found your Sub Xiao things and oh my god thank you for the food 😍😍 If ur taking requests, Reader with a strap on with a dildo that can vibrate, and Xiao taking it ? 👀 Multiple orgasms would be fun, but anything you write is excellent so I don’t mind where you take this 😳

— dirty.

character. xiao

content warnings. multiple orgasms, semi dirty talk, verbal humiliation, cum eating, a little bit of cross-dressing. note that reader does have a strap-on but i tried to make it as gn as possible !

word count: 1.7k words

voicemail. agshs thank u sm anon! i really liked writing this one so i hope you enjoy <3 ps sorry if the ending is rushed, i recently started uni so ive been superrr busy lately

you slid a hand up xiao’s milky thigh and underneath his blush pink pleated skirt with a mischievous grin on your lips. halting for a moment, you took the opportunity to squeeze that soft, meaty flesh that you loved so dearly, pressing wet kisses and angry red hickies across his skin. once satisfied with your work, you pull away and lift your head to look the mighty yaksha right in his now watery eyes and archons, you doubted even the lord of geo himself would believe you if you told him how pathetic his war-hardened adeptus looked at this very moment, all from a few simple touches. the sight was laughable, really; his hard cock protruded from his pretty little skirt, precum already beginning to stain the garment, accompanied by a face so flushed you swore you could see steam emerging from the top of the other's head. you grabbed the man by his chin and yanked him forward. "you're fucking disgusting." the words came out a bit harsher than intended but xiao, oh xiao, he loved it. he loved it when you made him feel absolutely deplorable; when you broke him until he felt like he couldn't be fixed. he didn't respond, just looked at you with hunger, like he was silently begging you to fuck his brains out.

you could feel a primal need rumbling from deep inside your chest. “does that turn you on?” you asked with a cheeky grin that only seemed to be getting larger by the second. the petite man whimpered in your tight hold, nodding ever so slightly but much too embarrassed to give a direct response. “how naughty of you, xiao. so shy, and yet so, so dirty.” you interlocked your lips with his, sliding your tongue in his small mouth as soon as you got the chance. it was messy and sloppy and it felt like xiao hadn’t kissed anyone a day in his life, saliva running down the sides of his pointed chin while his mouth hung open, completely pliant, but it was so hot. you were the first to pull away which only made the adeptus whine in a desperate, high-pitched voice.

“so needy,” you whispered in the shell of his ear, rubbing his sensitive sides. “you want it? you want my cock in you, pretty boy?” he makes a sound of affirmation, one that you can’t quite make out, but one nonetheless. xiao shouldn’t be acting like this, he knows he shouldn’t—he’s a yaksha, a seasoned demon slayer, and yet, whenever he’s with you like this, he just can’t seem to control himself. he thrusted his little hips into thin air with vigor in what seemed to be an attempt to get some kind of friction, something—anything—to soothe his aching, leaking dick. “ah, ah,” you hummed, gripping his waist so tightly you were both positive there would be bruises there the next morning. “the only way you’re going to cum tonight is with my cock plowing into your tiny hole.”

the way his face contorted slightly and his brows furrowed while fresh, blood-hot tears ran down his flushed cheeks only spurred you on further. you spread his legs as far as possible, yanking both his cute panties and tight skirt off, throwing it behind you without care. you haphazardly coated your fingers in saliva before inserting them inside your boy with newfound fervor, eager to fuck him until he couldn’t think straight and was unable to scream anything other than your name. he moaned and cried and whimpered as you pumped your wet digits in and out of his hole. the adeptus whined, he was so close, so close, but he desperately wanted to be good for you-- and there's hardly anything that he wouldn't do to achieve that, even if it meant holding back his own orgasm. you scissored your middle and index finger, adding a third once you were sure xiao was stretched well enough. soon, you were able to thrust your digits in back and forth freely while the other's body continuously spasmed and shook with close to unbearable pleasure.

too impatient to keep waiting to enter the small man, you pulled your fingers out entirely, the act ripping a loud wail from your lover. "wh...w-why'd you stop?" the words were slurred and almost incomprehensible—it sounded something akin to what someone drunken on sex would say, certainly not a powerful immortal such as himself. the question truly makes you wonder if he'd actually been paying attention to your previous statement or if he really was that incoherent already. how cute, you hadn't even started and here he was, a drooling, stupid mess. you didn't respond, instead opting to press your lips against his, thrusting your tongue deep into his mouth once again. whether or not he understood you before didn't matter, the night would end the same way: with xiao becoming an inchoate husk of a being, only able to give as much pleasure as he received.

quickly, you fastened the harness onto your waist, clicking the straps in place. the plastic toy connected to the o-ring of the strap-on was useful in more ways than one; you knew the both of you’d love it as soon as you saw it. slowly—or, as slowly as you could, patience thrown to the wind long ago—you slid inside of your boy with ease, his breath hitching in the most adorable ways. you smirked and wrapped your fingers around the small device that activated the dildo. “are you ready?” before the man under you had a chance to answer, you clicked the 'on' button, the sex toy whirling to life. for a second, you thought you could see hearts in xiao’s teary, amber eyes. he looked so, so beautiful like this; spreading his legs and moaning for you like a cheap hooker. nimble fingers landed on his waist once again, allowing your hips to slam against the meat of his thighs. his mouth hung agape in shock at the sudden movement, whimpers and whines spilling from those pretty, swollen lips. "a-ah! mmph, p-please go s—oh!—" the words seemed to have fallen dead on his tongue due to a particularly well aimed thrust, hurling him forward. every little movement felt so good, like he was on cloud nine, and oh god, don't even get him started on the way the pseudo cock vibrated in him, making his head go blank with overwhelming lust. he could feel that familiar heat stirring in his abdomen, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

"mm, 'm gonna cum, ooh, g-gonna cum, p-please!"

with one more rough, domineering push of your hips, he came over the newly washed bed sheets. you slowly came to a stop and slipped your fingers over the head of his now softening sex, swiping away a hefty amount of your lover's seed and putting it towards his face. "open.” you demanded, inserting your moist digits in his mouth. his red, puffy lips wrapped around them, lazily licking you clean. "good boy," you praised as you pulled your fingers from him. "do you like that? you like eating your own cum like a filthy whore, hm?" he didn’t respond, apparently much too fucked out to even nod. you pulled the man’s cheeks together, leaning down and pressing the tip of your nose to his own.

“i asked you a question.”

his mouth opened slightly at the deep, commanding tone of your voice; he was trying to answer you, he was trying to be good, but his mind was so fuzzy he could hardly breathe. with much struggle, he moves his head up and back down. the action was hardly noticeable with how subtle it was, but you took pity on the poor yaksha, placing a kiss that he felt was almost too gentle considering the current situation. you heard a whimper erupt from xiao and a small, close to inaudible humming sound could be heard within the quiet room.

oh.

you had forgotten about that.

the adeptus trembled underneath your form with overstimulation. he feared he was going to cum again, untouched; he could feel it in the way his dick was beginning to harden again, the way the muscles in his stomach churned and tightened in the most delightful ways, ways that made him feel lightheaded and painfully aroused. you were silent, watching your lover’s face scrunch up with a glint of pure lust clear in your half-lidded eyes. you begin to rock your hips back and forth again, only moving a centimeter an inch this time. xiao couldn’t stop thinking about how good you felt inside him, how his slick walls clenched and unclenched around your barely moving cock, making the smallest squelching noises.

it was all so filthy.

with that thought, the warm coil in his lower body burst and he was positive that he was seeing stars from how hard he’d just orgasmed. it was ego-boosting, really, knowing that only you could touch him like this, look at him like this. you hummed, increasing the pace of your thrusts until xiao was crying and incoherent, garbled whines falling from his mouth. “s-sen—o-oh fuck!” tears clouded his vision as you abused his prostate, taking advantage of that sensitive spot inside him. with heavy breaths, you leaned down to look at him directly, the smell of sweat and sex prominent on both of your bodies. “you’re such a good boy, xiao,” you commended between grunts and quiet moans. you brushed his messy hair back so you could see the pleasure on his flushed face, planting kisses on each of his cheeks. he keened at the attention, throwing his arm over his face to hide from the embarrassment.

“you take my cock so well, such a brave boy.” you knew he loved to be showered in praise more than anything, even more than he loved to be pinned down and degraded. he felt as if he’d cum at any second, the way the silicone toy felt inside him was more than exhilarating and your occasionally words only added to that addicing feeling. nimble fingers wrapped around the base of his dick, hard and dripping precum, preparing itself for its third orgasm. you finished him off with just a few strokes, his small form twitching with overstimulation. you slowly came to a stop and cupped his red face with your hands.

“what am i ever going to do with you, baby?”

[buckyhoney-library]

𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲, 𝐛.𝐛

a/n: i had to turn this into a whole ass blurb/one shot, this is different than anything that i've written in the past.

reblogs/likes/feedback is greatly appreciated & highly encouraged! However, do NOT steal/repost ANY of my fics!

18+ warning

Warnings: 18+, no plot- just porn, dubcon, age gap (early/mid 20's), stepdad!bucky, dom!bucky, sub!reader, virgin!reader, unprotected sex, praise kink, size kink, innocent kink, corruption kink, breeding kink, fingering, oral (f), masturbation (f), sorry for any missed typos!

Word Count: 2.2k

Chills spread over the surface of your body- his fingers trace along the tops of your shoulder and up your neck- stopping at your jaw. The sound of his breathing is the only thing you can hear. His clothed chest presses against your back- his crotch flush with your ass.

Having another body so close and pressed against you is foreign.

Nerves bundle in your stomach as his fingers slide up the sides of your waist, stopping right before your breast- cupping them through the thin fabric of your tank top. Your sensitive nipples pebble and poke through the tank top.

A surprised gasp falls from your lips, he chuckles into your ear.

That tank top is what landed you here with your breasts being groped and messaged. Bucky had gotten fed up with you wandering around the house with tiny clothing that barely covers your most intimate areas.

With the innocence of what such clothing does to a man, you thought nothing of it- as it’s been warmer outside, and you needed to cool off.

“Daddy…” Breathlessly whining, your core began to tingle- something that has been happening more often.

Humming, Bucky moves the strands of floral-smelling hair to the side- exposing your neck. Pressing soft pecks along the base of your neck, he trails up to the bottom of your ear.

“Honey, have you ever played with your special place?” Your shoulders tense.

The rough callused palm roamed over your tummy, stopping at the band of the muted pink pajama shorts.

Bucky knew the answer. He heard the soft muffled moans and whimpers that come from your bedroom. This sparked curiosity.

Through the crack of the door, Bucky witnessed the sinful act of your hips rolling on your stuffies.

Accidently grinding against one of your bear’s nose in the middle of the night was the act that started the exploration of your body. You knew that what you were doing wasn’t allowed- but the feeling you got when you grind your clit into the face of the teddy was unlike anything you’ve experienced before.

The first orgasm you had took you by surprise, drenching your favorite teddy in your juices.

From that night forward, your fingers exploded the sensitive bud and the aching hole.

When your fingers weren’t enough, you teased your needy clit with the hard nose of your teddy. The simulation became addicting and masturbating with your teddy became a daily occurrence.

Tweaking your nipples and toying your clit are acts that you knew would get you in a world of trouble- if you caught by your mother. So, you kept the touching and teasing for when she went to work- but you had no idea that this whole time you had an audience for your private sessions.

Breasts swaying, nipples barely grazing the sheets, and the sight of the light brown teddy bear, that he gifted to you for your birthday, stimulating your clit- left Bucky no option but to stroke himself in the hallway.

Praying silent prayers that his wife wouldn’t catch him cumming in his hand to his precious stepdaughter.

Overtaken with the pleasure, your grasp on your teddy’s head tightens as the rocking of your hips became more aggressive. Simulation from the nose on your clit becoming too much for you to bear. The sounds fell from your lips like honey off a spoon- Bucky could listen to your whimpers on a continuous loop.

Your eyes flutter shut as your mouth jaw fall opens- this time, no sound comes out. The overwhelming wave of intense pleasure washing over you- causing your body to twitch and your eyes roll back.

Bucky became addicted to the beautiful sight in front of him, he watched you explore your body almost every day.

“Yes.” Heat flushed your cheeks, and you look down at his fingers playing with the strings.

“Do you want Daddy to touch your special place?” Bucky’s breath is hot on your neck.

The question made the heartbeat between your legs grow louder. All you could manage to do is nod. The sensation of your nipples mixed with the hot breath on your neck put you under a spell.

You knew that Bucky shouldn’t be touching you, but you wanted his fingers to play with your cunt- knowing he could make you feel better than any of your teddy’s.

“Has anyone else ever played with you?” Embarrassed, you shake your head.

The answer makes his cock twitch and harden. Bucky dreamed of being the first one who gets to stretch your tight hole. The first one to feel how sweet you tasted as your dripped with arousal- The image of your cunt swallowing his cock has made him cum too many times to count.

“How honored I am to be the one to ruin your innocence.”

The grip on your breasts moved to your hips, leaving your assaulted breasts sore. Twisting your hips, forcing them to turn to face him. Your doe-eyed expression only made Bucky’s cock throb.

Guiding your shaking fingers to his cock, Bucky's eyes are mesmerized at the innocence beginning to drain from your body.

The yelp that you made from the feeling of his erect cock- makes him chuckle.

“Don’t be scared, Honey- Daddy is gonna be gentle with you before I stuff you full of my cock.” The fallen piece of hair is moved ever so gently from your cheek.

The adrenaline soaring through your veins and dampening panties gives you a confidence boost, you squeeze him.

A low groan from Bucky causes you to giggle and your eyes light up. Bucky smiles, tilting your chin upward. He plants a small kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“See, little one? You made Daddy feel good- do you want Daddy to make you feel good too?” The softness in his voice relaxes your tense shoulders, trusting that you’re in good hands.

Heat rises in your cheeks at the taboo question, you nod anyway.

“Use your words. Tell Daddy exactly what you want him to do to your special place,” His fingers slide down the thin strap of the tank top, stopping at the base. Your mouth runs dry as he traces the tank top, circling over your nipple.

“I want your cock… inside me…” The request takes Bucky back- thinking you’d ask for your clit to be played with.

“Oh, little one… I’m too big for your little cunt, I have to stretch you out first.” Forming a pout, you frown.

“I promise, Daddy is gonna fill you up real nice, okay? How about you show me how you play with yourself, yeah?” Still pouting, you nod.

Motioning to your bed, you sit on the edge of the bed. Bucky takes a seat on the small ottoman next to the bed.

Tugging the ends of your tank top upward, your breasts drop. An incoherent mumble escapes past Bucky’s lips as his legs spread. The self-control that his exhibiting by not shoving his cock down your throat is astounding.

His flustered reaction causes you to giggle. Leaning back to the bed, you slide off the pajama shorts. The clothing is discarded to the floor beside you.

Legs spread wide, you let one hand play with your nipples, and the other slide down to your glistening cunt.

“You’re so wet, honey- I can see you dripping from here,” Bucky’s palm is over his bugle, messaging himself through his pants.

Hips dig down at the relief from your touch, sliding your fingers between your folds. The juices coat your fingers, you bring them to your mouth- closing your lips around them, sucking off your arousal. Bucky is in disbelief from how natural it was for you to taste yourself and how comfortable you were playing with your cunt in front of him. He begins to fiddle with his zipper.

Your light breathy whimpers fill the room as your fingers toy with your clit.

Bucky’s fingers wrap around himself, slowly stroking himself- attempting to process the breathtaking sight of your cunt on full display.

Your hips buck into your fingers, while whimpers beginning to recklessly fall from your mouth.

Blindly reaching around for your stuffie to grind your now swollen clit into, but instead, feel a pair of calloused palms on your inner thighs.

“Couldn’t take it anymore- I need to taste that cunt for myself.” The sound that leaves your mouth surprises both of you as you feel his mouth attack your cunt.

His tongue dragging all over your cunt, licking up all the juices. The new sensation is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before- the way his tongue flicked your clit and lapped up your fallen juices pulled you closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck. I’ve never seen such a stunnin’ pussy before, honey” Bucky can’t stop himself.

The moment your hips began to squirm, and the squeals and whimpers fall from your lips- his forearm holds your tummy down. Bucky wants to savor every last bit of you. The pad of his finger glides over the moist fold, examining you up close.

“Gotta see how tight you are,” He inserts his middle finger.

Curling in them in, grazing your g-spot. The force on your tummy enhances the pleasure building.

“Oh, honey- Daddy needs to stretch your little cunt,” The ring finger joins the middle, sending you flying into a euphoric state.

Bucky pumps his arousal-coated fingers, growing in speed. You ball the sheets in your fists, bucking your hips into his fingers.

“Please Daddy!” You choke pathetically.

“Please what? You need to cum?” You can barely manage to nod as you feel the lower half of your body become weak.

“I need you to tell me with your words.” You’ve entered another world and your fingers desperately try to unhook his grasp on your tummy.

“I can’t hold it- Daddy, please let me cum all over your fingers!” Proud of how quickly you’re learning his rules, he grants your wish.

Twitching and bucking aimlessly, you are overwhelmed with the shockwaves of pleasure that are soaring through every nerve of your body. Bucky continues to stretch your pussy, curling his fingers into your g-spot.

Another wave of pleasure takes you, you're blinded by who powerful it is- no sound comes from you, body silently convulsing.

“I’m so proud of you, honey. Can’t wait to ruin you with my cock,” Bucky discarded the rest of his clothes, dropping them with the others.

Regaining your vision and the rest of your senses, you met with his cock looking right at you- angry, swollen, and dripping with precum.

“See what that pussy does to me?” He chuckles, watching your eyes go wide and chest rise.

“I’ll be gentle,” He coos, kneeling down, placing a tender kiss on the top of your heat.

The confidence you once had vanishing as he grabs hold of himself. His cock throbbing against your folds as he slides his tip up and down.

Your moans don’t sound human as his tip finally enters you. The grunts match your moans. The tightness of your walls around Bucky catches him off guard. His fingers were nothing compared to his girth and length.

“Daddy- you’re too big for me I can’t-“ Tears form in the corners of your eyes the further he pushes himself.

“I’ll make it fit, ‘m filling you up.” With one swift motion, his pelvis flushes with your thighs.

The sweet sound of your cries and the instinct to pull off him- turns him feral. Bucky’s palms spread your thighs out, keeping them from pulling away from him.

“Don’t pull away. You’re doing such a good job,” Each thrust releases an animalistic sound from you, your body feeling numb with bliss.

Bucky feels your body relax completely, opening you up more, granting him the ability to go deeper. Turning into his fuck toy, you’re a babbling whimpering mess. You’ve lost vision and the ability to form words.

After being stuffed inside you, there is no way that Bucky going to be able to use his hand again. There is no replicating your cunt- how tight, warm, or the sounds you made.

“Daddy is so close, little one. Do you want Daddy to fill you up? Want him to stuff you full of his cum?” Bucky’s voice almost mocking how pathetic you look you’re your breasts bouncing, and your body paralyzed by his cock.

“Fill me, p-please!” You cry through the pleasure and pain.

Bucky’s palm presses on your tummy, increasing the pleasure of his cock ramming into you. Bucky’s foul curses and strings of praises of how amazing your cunt feels around him sound muffled to you.

As he presses on your tummy, he can feel himself filling you through your tummy. You cry out in pure bliss, desperately trying to move your hips from the sensitivity. The third wave crashing into you and wrecking you completely.

“Oh, look at that! Look at all my cum inside you,” Once he removes himself from you, your body twitched.

Bucky can’t take his eyes off of your cunt, cum dripping out of your abused hole. You’re laying heaving on the bed, processing all the pleasure rushing through you.

“I’m so proud of you,” Bucky lays next to you, tracing patterns on your tummy, bringing you down from your high.

Bucky grabs the towel from the hook, opening your shaking thighs. He wipes away the spilled cum. Still sensitive you whimper at the contact of the towel. Bucky peppers kisses around your inner thighs and on your tummy.

“Thank you for letting me ruin this pretty pussy,”

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Lucifer walked around the house. It was dark. And the air was thick. It hasn't been aired out in weeks.

Slowly walking into Seth's work room, he heard the click of a gun, making him stop instantly.

Lucifer: Seth...? It's me, Lucifer. Put down the gun-

He couldn't see anything. Seth's work room had no windows, so it was pitch black. But he could make out a faint outline in the darkness. A glint of metal where Lucifer guessed Seth's neck to be.

Seth: ...is it here...?

Lucifer: is what here, Seth?

Seth: d-dont play dumb with me, boy. Is. IT. Here...?

Lucifer has never heard Seth sound so terrified. He could even hear his gun rattling from how much Seth seemed to be shaking.

Seth: t-the creature- the man... or the thing that's trying to be a man. Pretending be human- I saw it! I saw what it truly is- a monster! Unlike anything I've ever seen! Is it here? Did you bring it?

He's never seen Seth like this. The man was rambling and shaking. He was petrified. What did Adam do?

Lucifer: Adam? He's in the car Seth-

Seth: NO! PLEASE! Keep it away-! I-I haven't doe anything wrong! I'm so sorry, Lucifer! For what I did- I love you! Like a son! Please! D-dont let it- no... please

Lucifer watched as the outline of Seth sunk to the floor, holding his head. He started rocking, muttering prayers both satanic and godly.

Lucifer: Seth- he won't come in here- I promise. Can I turn the light on?

Seth didn't answer. Not for a few minutes. But finally, Lucifer heard a soft, shaky 'yes'.

He didn't take his eyes off where Seth was. Flicking on the light, Lucifer gasped. And quickly made his way to Seth's side. He was old already, but he looked ancient. He looked exhausted, like he hasn't slept in weeks. His eyes were dating around, but he always landed on the door,

He was muttering paranoid words, rocking back and forth. Lucifer saw how thin he was.

Lucifer: Jesus Christ, Seth. When did you last eat.

Seth: d-days... ago. Need to stay here- incase it comes back- can't let it- live

Lucifer: Can't let what live?

Seth: Horror. All of humanity's sins rolled into one being. Pure dread. Pure hate and Wrath. Y-your father-

Lucifer: my father-?

Seth: always said- the end was near. The end of all time- and creation. T-the only thing that could g-go against God. S-Stand against him- END HIM! IT'LL KILL GOD! IT'LL KILL THE DEVIL! it'll devour every living thing- everything that that is or will be- ...and you... you brought it into our home...

Lucifer: Seth- you're nothing making sense-! Adam isn't like that-

Seth: that... THING- is not... Adam. Adam- never was ans never will be- it's- LYING to you-!

Adam was leaning against Baby. Thank god he brought his lollies with him. This was a long wait. It was taking a lot of willpower not to go in there and check on Lucifer.

30 minutes. He's been gone for 30 minutes. That bastard better not have don't anything to him, but Adam trusts that he learned his lesson.

40 minutes. Adam was looking around Seth's garden at the front of his house. For such a sour dude, he took a lot of pride in his plants, Adam could tell. They were gorgeous. He'd love to see what he had going on in his back yard, but that probably wasn't a good idea.

55 minutes. Adam started to try and climb the large tree Seth had. It was a Willow, one of Adam's favorites. He stopped climbing after the third fall. His back was going to be screaming at him later. Instead, he decided to run his hands through the hanging leaves.

Willow and Wisteria trees have always been his favorite. Anything that hands and flows in the wind. They always relaxed him.

1 hour and 10 minutes. Adam didn't even notice Seth's door opening. He was still playing with the leaves.

Lucifer slowly opened the door, and his arms gripped the tracking spears. He panicked for a moment when he couldn't see Adam in Baby. But instantly relaxed when he saw him walking around the giant willow tree.

He knew Adam. At least, he felt like he did. There was no way that man was faking who he was. He even told Lucifer what he was, all the way back on their first mission. Of course, he bragged about it, but that was so long ago now. Or at least, it felt like it.

Adam looked so sweet, like he was made by nature itself. He looked like he belonged there. Lucifer believed Seth. How couldn't he? The poor guy was basically insane. But he also doesn't know Adam like Lucifer does. Fuck, they went trick or treating a few days ago, and Adam had a blast. So did Lucifer, but he won't admit that.

He was just a big kid. Or, acted like it anyway.

Lucifer didn't realize he had been staring. Not until Adam looked at him and smiled. It was almost blinding. Adam was like the sun, beaming and warm. He quickly walked over to him and helped Lucifer with the trackers, carrying them like they were nothing.

No one has ever been that happy to see Lucifer. Adams is the only one. And once, that would have broken Lucifers heart, but now? Now he beamed alongside Adam. Each is so excited to see each other. Like they belong together.

Lucifer feels so completely safe with Adam, no matter what he is.

Lucifer loved having Adam here. And Seth wasn't going to change that.

Lucifer: come on, bud. We've got a Bigfoot to hunt.

Adam: fuck yeah!

BOO

@fanofstuff01 BOO TO YOU TO BOOO

Happy spooky month! This is bullshit! I'm in pain and have a headache, so take this au, my beautiful online friends!

Dentist!Adam au.

He's a menace. He's not even a real dentist. He just walked into a random dental office and put on a uniform.

I feel sorry for whoever his patients are because fuck numbing- he just pulls out the fucking tooth. And it's usually the wrong tooth. So you have to go back.

He's the only dentist in this area, so good luck finding someone else.

You'll either get your teeth cleaned or he'll ride you- there's no in-between.

People honestly prefer having sex with him because he's actually really fucking hot. As you can guess, people really don't like it if he's in his working heads pace.

Penitent: I- uh- I'm here for 69ing-!

Adam: Sorry, babe, but that canine's gotta come out. Maybe next time~

He fucking eats the teeth. He's a fucked up tooth fairy. He doesn't make the rules.

Then Lucifer comes in. A monster hunter and collector of bones. Monster bones.

He hears about some creepy fuck taking people's teeth out, so he goes to see what's up.

He gets an appointment, but he doesn't let Adam touch him. He instantly knows what he is because he's got the sharpest fucking teeth.

Adam is instantly infatuated with this guy. He loves monster hunters. They taste great.

And Adam thinks this guy is going to be an easy kill because holy shit, this guy is so fucking small.

Lucifer doesn't reeeally want to kill Adam because even though he's creepy, he hasn't killed anyone. So, he finds the basement where Adam lives and ties him up.

Adam: ooh~, what are you going to do to me, Mr big, bad monster hunter~?

Lucifer: I'll going to take your head once I find a fucking person you've killed

Adam: take my head, huh? Oh, baby~, I'd rather take yours~. Allll night~.

Lucifer: ...

Did the real dentist fuck off or something lmao I'm loving this though.

Lucifer: Seriously?

Adam: Yeah, I see the outline from here big boy.~ I can take it.~

Lucifer: You eat people's teeth like potato chips.

Adam: Girls gotta eat babe.~

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me and Tas were using this poem for a lil writing exercise but i want to see what you'll do with it. Something fluffy, based on the poem: I Went Out to Hear by Leila Chatti. Here's just one line: "My God. How lucky to have lived / a life I would die for." (Perhaps for Vir, or even Cass <3 or anyone you want)

oh this is beautifuuuuul 🥺thank you beloved

For @dadrunkwriting Virelan Lavellan x Solas Rated G 757 words Based on this beautiful gift: Virelan and Solas in their old age.

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Solas does not know how long they rest here, in the gardens of what had been at once a military fortress, a sanctuary, a home. Time slips, and it is because they both allow it to — Virelan, in his arms, is a languid symbol of the acceptance of age. 

The sun warms their skin, just as it does the wild exuberance of this garden that their son planted and studied in his burgeoning curiosity. The morning glories, lilies, datura, belladonna, and more than Solas could identify have made this place their home in a half-cultivated, half-wild wealth of colour. But most beautiful of all, to his eye, is the woman who stretches her tired body atop his folded legs, like an old cat sprawling in the sun. Her long, tapered ears twitch, flicking away the white locs that tangle behind them. She does not seem to care that his knees press to her spine, or that she has no left hand to stretch — what stump she has extends, and her scarred, tattooed face twists in a yawn. 

He pushes contentment, comfort, into her remaining hand, clutched as it is in his own long fingers. Her deep umber skin is wrinkled and thin beneath the press of his fingertips, and he gazes upon it as if scrying the future. There is little of it now, but what remains is warm.

Solas absorbs her, as he does this sunlight. He clasps her shoulder tight when she looks up at him with a one-eyed smile and tugs him close — he slips his grasp to her wrist, reluctant to let her go. He steals this chance to count the fluttering pulses of her heart, echoed in the veins beneath his thumb. 

Whether Virelan pulling him nearer was a request, or a command, it matters not — he presses a kiss into the downy hair of her scalp. His own falls from behind his ear and veils them in white. 

“You’re doing it again,” she mutters, “looking at me like I’m a fragile bit of blown glass in your hands. Breathe, ara lath.”

He hums, then leans forward to brush his nose against hers. She crinkles it in protest, but she cannot suppress the chuckle that shakes her shoulders. 

“I shall not,” he tells her, “I am counting them.”

“Why?”

He does not tell her — his only answer is a brief, deep kiss upon her mouth, which she takes as her due. There is no wonder in this kiss, but there is familiarity. There is trust. There is acceptance.

“Do you ache?” he asks her.

She crinkles her nose again. “Only a little, in my chest. But I breathe deep and it eases. I’m fine.”

Solas knows that is as close to a lie as she tells him anymore. They both know it for what it is — I do not hurt now, I am glad with you, if I must hurt, I am where I am loved. He knows her past as a reaver takes its payment from her flesh. She changed herself, deeply and irrevocably, with every draught of the dragons’ magic, and what once made her strong now makes her bones brittle, her muscles overwrought — her scars shine with faint scales, her teeth are sharp, her eye opens and closes with the double-snicking sounds of two sets of lids, and her very cells divide, divide, and divide again. The magic that once healed her has become confused with time, and it unravels her, slowly. 

But together, they chose. Together, they allow this time to slip. 

He buries his hand into the locs at the nape of her neck and holds her close, forehead to forehead. He remembers what she told him, at the start of their new beginning:

Solas. Give me the gift of time.

Her eye flicks open, and it’s bleary, half-lidded from its inside corner, and fond. His thumb passes over her cheekbone in slow, methodical swipes. 

“Solas,” she says, as quietly and as devotedly as she once said Creators, or the beginning of a well-known prayer. “How lucky I am, to live a life I would die for.” She blinks suddenly, and he feels heat behind his own lids. “Thank you for living it with me.”

He aches, with sadness, with joy, with age, with love. He folds every winding thread of emotion around her, here in this garden where the Beyond and Waking are one, among the beautiful, blooming flowers that bring deadly sleep, until he is able to speak. 

“Var lath vir suledin,” he says, “vhenan.”

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Hooked

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ch. xxvi - reward

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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

Once in his room, Hongjoong put you down on his bed and his bag by the foot of his bed.

You sat up to your knees and loop your pointer fingers around Hongjoong's belt loop while looking up at him, "did you really spend your free time trying to solidify my case?" You asked, fingers caressing his belt.

Hongjoong looked at you while biting his bottom lip, excited at the prospect of being rewarded by you. He nodded slowly at your question, "every spare second I have," his breath hitched when you tug him closer by his belt loop.

You immediately reached forward to pull him into a kiss. The kiss felt a bit rough, tongue lashing and teeth clashing with each other in a fight for dominance.

Pulling away slightly, you mumbled against his lips, "is it whore-ish of me to jump on your bones as a form of gratitude?" you asked. He raised an eyebrow at you, "no, definitely not," he simply stated before connecting both of your lips again.

As your lips were busy with each other, your hands began unbuckling his belt and pushing at his shirt, wordlessly telling him that you want his clothes off.

Getting what you wanted, he pulled away for a second to tug his shirt off. As he was about to push his pants off, you stood up and push him back onto his bed, stunning him for a second. His eyes were wide and filled with confusion.

Hongjoong opened his mouth to ask what you're doing but stopped when he saw you beginning to strip for him. You maintained eye contact with him as you slowly peel your shirt off of your body, showing your lacy bra underneath. Slowly, your hand began to trace the hem of your lounge shorts, caressing the skin of your tummy and even your inner thighs before turning around and bending over, pulling it off painfully slowly for Hongjoong's liking.

As your ass and clothed core slowly came into view, Hongjoong groaned in protest. You could hear the sound of his belt and pants being taken off. When you stood back up and turn back to look at him, you saw that his pants had been discarded to the side and he was palming his very obvious bulge over his underwear. He had a smirk on his face and by God if that's not one of the sexiest things you've ever seen.

Even with your underwear still on, you could see that Hongjoong had begun to get very excited by the prospect of being able to feel your pussy again. With the way he gulped as his eyes zeroed in on your clothed mound and the hard on in his underwear seem to grow and twitch, you just can't ignore it.

You climbed back on the bed to straddle Hongjoong's lap. You circled both of your arms around his neck and began to nibble around his collarbone, making him throw his head back and let out the most satisfying groan.

"Please baby, I need to be inside you," he moaned when you suck on the spot just below his ear, "I've been wanting to be inside you since the first time you touched me but Park fucking Seonghwa just had to be there," he grumbled as his hands proceed to grip your hips and pull you down on his lap.

Your hips were flush against his, the flimsy and thin barrier between you two did almost nothing to separate you two. You couldn't help but squeal against Hongjoong's skin when he pushed your hips down to grind him hard.

The feeling of his cock so painfully hard sent shockwaves to your spine. You imagine how he'd feel inside you. Having already seen his oh so pretty cock, you can't deny that the thought sent arousal seeping out of your core.

"Damn it, Joongie, I can't hold it anymore," you unlatch your lips from his skin and immediately get to work. Not bothering to take your panties off, you tug it to the side while simultaneously taking him out of the confines of his underwear.

You look down as your hand pump him, smearing precum all over the tip before aligning it towards your pussy. You let the tip graze over your pussy lip, making Hongjoong exhale shakily at the feeling.

"Shit, (Y/N), no teasing please," he moaned, thrusting his hips up so his head would slide into your dripping hole, making you gasp at the contact.

Though you ended up obeying him. You lower yourself onto him, letting his cock enter you in one move. The feeling of him inside you made you sigh in satisfaction, throwing your head back and closing your eyes to enjoy just having him there.

Hongjoong leaned his face forward and began peppering kisses along your collar bone and chest, he let his tongue glide over your bra and teeth nipping on your nipple over the fabric.

After a while, he began to roll his hips upwards which sends you back to reality after being so distracted by his kisses on your skin.

"No, Joongie," you pouted at him, hands on his shoulders and knees on either side of his legs, "you've done enough for me, so let me do all the work here," you smiled at him before connecting your lips with his again as your hips began to roll against his.

At first, the movements were slow and sensual, both of you just enjoying the feeling of the other. But by the fifth roll of your hips, you began to feel the need for more. So you started to lift your hips and thrust yourself on him to gain more friction.

Soon enough you both began moaning. Lips detached from each other, the moans you both let out only lead you to quicken your pace.

"That's it, baby, fuck yourself on my cock, I know you want to," he said. One of his hands reached forward to grip at your jaw, pulling your face close to his. You both were so close but he was keeping a gap between you two. Though you can feel his breath against your lips, you can't help but stare deep into his eyes as his own stared into you, "tell me what else you want," he growled.

The sound of his voice so low and his grip on your jaw almost made your eyes roll back. But you held yourself and focus on him, "I want you to cum in me, make me so full of you that when you pull out I'd be dripping," you dared yourself to let your tongue out and lick his bottom lip, "I want you to make me keep your cum inside me and make me walk around the house still dripping, letting everyone know how you dump your load in me and make me your good girl,"

Your words were the last straw for him.

Before you could realize anything, Hongjoong grabbed one of your legs so that your foot is planted firmly on the bed before proceeding to ram his dick into you at an inhuman speed and such ferocity.

The sudden intrusion made you squeal loudly and wrap your arms around Hongjoong to anchor yourself so you wouldn't fall. His hands moved to hold your hips firmly so he could fuck you better and deeper.

Not wanting for him to work alone, you began moving your hips with him, both of you having a steady rhythm that sent you both closer to your edge.

"J-Joongie, I c-c-can-" you cut yourself to let out a moan when his dick managed to hit your g-spot, "I-I ca-an feel i-i-it! I'm s-so close!" You stuttered out.

"Me too, baby, come on, cum on me," he said under his breath, focus completely on trying to get you to climax.

Both of you started to thrust sloppily, but neither faltered. You both had goals to send the other over the edge.

It didn't take long for you to cum first. When Hongjoong snaps his hips up at you harshly, your body jolted and your legs shook. You gasped loudly when you came which prompted Hongjoong to sneakily reach a hand into your panties to rub at your clit to prolong your climax.

Seeing your fucked out face and the way your walls flutter along with how your juice seeps out of you sent Hongjoong to his own climax. He sent three final harsh thrusts into you before cumming deep inside you, hands still holding onto your hips tightly to make sure he's coating your walls well. He groaned loudly when he felt his cum leak out of you onto both of your and his thighs.

You both stayed in that position for a while. Him still deep inside you and you on his lap, trying to catch both of your breaths. He wrapped his arms around you as you have your head on the crook of his neck, pressing kisses on the sweaty skin which made him chuckle at the feeling and your adorableness.

He was about to say something when suddenly loud bangings were heard from outside his door.

"If you two are done, I have to get something from Seonghwa hyung's desk!!" San's voice yelled out from the other side of the door.

"He's lying! He just wanna see what you guys are doing there," another voice yelled out which you then identified as Yeosang's.

Sounds of someone grumbling and something falling to the floor was heard. You could only assume that San tripped Yeosang after what he had said about him.

Hongjoong groaned at the interruption, his head falling to your shoulder as he mumbled against your skin, "fucking cockblocks can't even let me enjoy my time with you properly,"

You couldn't help yourself but giggle at him, patting his head in a comforting manner.

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[lavishedinjimin]

Ok it's my first time doing a kinky ask .... but y/n having an orgasm and squirted and JK was shocked so he juSt violently pounds inTo her with a repeating manTRa of "give mE, Give me more" and being the hardeSt he's ever been iM crying 🤐🤐👉🏻👈🏻

haven’t written one of these asks in a while and I feel bad, but here you go! please forgive me... :( 

~

"The louder you are, the harder I fuck you.” 

You were trying to control and quiet your moans down because your dorm has super thin walls. You were sure that the neighbors can hear everything and they probably hate you by now. But his deal was so intriguing that you couldn’t care less anymore. 

Your whimpers and moans easily slipped past your lips after a long time of being suppressed, Jungkook’s name falling out of your mouth like it was made for it. He smirks and gladly fastens his pace, putting your leg up to hook around his waist so that he can shove his cock deeper inside your pussy. 

“That’s it...” he mutters deeply with a hot tone, the sound causing shivers down your spine, “I know you like it when I fuck you rough, baby girl.” He licks his lips and lifts a brow up to you, “Yeah baby?” 

“Ohhh-- fuck yea,” you inhale a sharp breath when he suddenly hits the right spot from the new angle. “There, there, there! Right there Kook!” 

You squeal loudly after he brings his tattoo-covered hand down to your cunt as his fingers start to rub your clit furiously, desperate to bring you to an orgasm. You can feel your core tightening as your mind thinks of nothing but the pleasure. The build-up was overwhelming, too overwhelming at this point that you couldn’t breathe properly. 

“B-Baby,” you say as your legs start to quiver. Your arms fail to wrap around his neck for you didn’t have the energy to do so, hence you only resulted in grabbing the sheets beside you. “Jungkook please, I’m -- ohh s-shit --” 

Jungkook watches your head throwing back in euphoria, exposing your sweaty neck for him. His skilled fingers continue their mission to play with your throbbing clit, while his thrusts deepen. 

“You’re so tight, baby,” he chuckles, “cum for me. C’mon, I know you want to. Be a good princess and cum all over my dick.” 

But Jungkook got a lot more than what he asked for. 

You suddenly squirt all over his cock and hips, some juices landing on his abs and onto the sheets. Everything around you turns black as if you just passed out, seeing stars. Jungkook, however, was stunned. 

He gasped so loudly when he watched your body shake and quiver like that, the way how you squeezed his cock so fucking tight -- he wanted to experience it again. 

“Holy fuck,” he groans, “you just...you fucking just...” he couldn’t believe himself. Did he really just made you squirt? 

You didn’t even have the time to recollect your thoughts or what just happened, and Jungkook was already wrapping his arms around your body to put you into another position. He fixes you on all fours before shoving his cock right back in, making you scream. 

“You’re so hot, god fucking damn it.” A sudden spank to your ass makes you mewl, closing your eyes tight. Jungkook kneels behind you and hikes his left leg up, planting his foot on the bed to control his thrusts even more. He pounds your cunt harder, not caring if you’re too sensitive for another round and if your body is a quivering mess. 

“More, give me fucking more,” he mutters underneath his breath, almost as if more to himself, “Give it to me, baby. Give it to me.” You notice how desirous he sounds, frantic curse words and moans being emptied out. A pout forms your lips when you immediately feel another familiar sensation in your lower stomach, making your mind dizzy once more. “Mmngh, s-sensitive...” 

He disregards your words and grabs onto the roots of your hair from your scalp, making your head tilt back ferociously. The slapping sounds of your skin hitting together, mixed with the wet squelching noises your drenched pussy makes whenever his cock fucks you in and out were music to his ears. 

“Squirt one more time for me, one more. Give me more, give me more, give me more baby girl.” A sudden desperate whine escapes Jungkook’s mouth, “Please fucking do it again.” 

It didn’t take long for you to do it a second time, for his big cock was repeatedly hitting and rubbing against your g-spot, and you were still high from your first climax. Your upper body falls to the bed as you gave Jungkook what he wants. His pupils enlarge from the sight of your hips shuddering as your cunt poured more of your wetness out, spilling onto the bedsheets. He pulls his cock out to watch you make a mess, watching the mess he created. 

[ilbound]

Although the patrons in the tavern might attempt to feign indifference to whatever is happening at the bar , the din of evening conversation carrying on as if paying no mind , it’s obvious enough their attentions are distracted by the palpable ire of the Matriarch , gazes risking an occasional glance over to her and the unknown ( unwanted ) interlocutor.  Notable is the way the rabble collectively quiets JUST ENOUGH to let their conversation be more audible above everyone else in the place ( predictable , verona knows , humans have a penchant for being dreadfully nosy ) .

Maw splits w i d e r , twisting and sharpening the gleaming marble of her features , showing off more of those teeth , teeth , teeth ( & that might be all she is anymore ) .  His startled outburst earns him a flicker of humor , eyes thinning slightly with mirth and pale brows quirking upwards.  So he can tell ?  Good , that shall make things easier.  ❝ A … w h a t ? ❞  The Independent prompts , clearly teasing ; hard to say if she means well or wants to see a man squirm.  He could say it aloud , if he likes , make the accusation – the bold proclamation about her origins – but the irony is that EVERYONE & EVERYTHING in this town is already in on the joke ( as well as each & every cruel punchline ) .

❝ Let him alone , ❞ Comes the warning from the owner who had served Vash just moments prior.  Claudius , a fifty-something redhead with a gruff , no-nonsense sort of disposition , cants his head to his shoulder , giving the Matriarch a pointed l e e r that most would not dare think to do.  The action only earns him a frown as Verona regards him , but the man persists , sighing and filling a drink for her , ��� It’s nothing new for people to wander into town , V , can’t you let it go for once ?  Would be real nice of you not to make a scene in my bar , you know. ❞

There’s a moment where it seems the two might come to blows – a human challenging the unshakable authority of the Plant who presides over Wellspring is an o f f e n s e – but then , Verona merely waves him off , relenting the case and settling herself into a stool beside the stranger.  There’s a collective SIGH OF RELIEF and Claudius gives her a k n o w i n g smile ( as if the two have an understanding , as if they have done this afore ) , setting a glass of gin in front of her clawed hand.  Verona nods to him and picks up her glass , once again turning her attention to the man who came into Wellspring.

Silver hues wander over her guest ( blond , clad in red , a gun holsted at his hip ) , her former agitation dissolving into a mild curiosity.  He’s FAMILIAR , and not solely because she swears his face has been on those wanted posters in other places but … Because there is something in h i m , specifically , that rouses her.  She takes a contemplative sip from her glass , humming softly.  Didn’t he say— ❝ Kindred spirit… Implying we are alike , ❞ The words are open on purpose , allowing the other room to fill in her suspicions or deny them.  ❝ You also mentioned you are looking for your brother , but what makes you believe he would take an interest in this out of the way place … ❞  A pause , another sip , a point look.  ❝ … Vash ? ❞  The name falls from her lips , garnering the attention of those nearest with looks of wariness and shock.  But she’s less interested in his reputation and more piqued by the fact he is THE SAME as she.

From the moment he set foot within its boundaries, this town has struck Vash as unlike others he has visited in recent memory. On the surface, everything looks normal. The people appear well-provided for by their Plant. Businesses down the main street are open to the constant stream of foot traffic, unattended children dodge the giants among them and scream and squeal down the streets to the bouncing ‘thomp’ of inflated worm leather balls. 

He can sense the presence of a Plant clear as the blue sky over his head, and yet–

No shroud of glass rises over the rooftops, no fortress to protect their lifeline in the savage desert. Most towns lacked the means to migrate their Plants to more desirable positions. In most cases, humans toiled and clawed for a foothold in the sand right where they or their Plants landed. 

Eventually, Vash gives up seeking out the source of the Plant resonance. The town is faring well, as is its Plant as far as he can tell, and the fact that it is well-hidden ensures Wellspring is a far less attractive target to raiders. Searching for his brother is the actual reason he has been crawling the desert sands. Seek out Plants first, Plants in need of help or Plants driven to the brink of their Last Run, and Knives would no doubt follow.

By now, he’d wandered through the town long enough to start losing daylight. Green is a rare color even in the cities. There are flashes of it here and there and at the town’s center. A tree, capturing the town’s central monument in an eternal embrace, stands strong even under the heat of the twin suns. Maybe a Geo Plant had been seeded here long ago. Someone clearly knew how to tend to it and cultivate its continued growth.

Time for a break. Dabbing sweat from his brow, Vash decides the tavern is a good a place as any to pick up something refreshing and figure out accommodations for the night.

The lone bartender (and, he assumes, the proprietor) behind the counter seems happy enough to earn extra double dollars when he pushes through the front doors. As for everyone else– well, times are dangerous. He can’t fault the wary stares tracing shapes into the back of his jacket. Strangers are to be looked upon with suspicion when all the patrons in the room are on a first-name basis except him. No one rises from their seat to hassle him as the bartender slides a frosty pint across the counter.

An actual factual cold beer. Vash is in the midst of admiring the condensation gathered on the sides of his glass when a chorus of voices goes up in response to the newest guest walking through the open door. 

Clack, clack, clack! across the floor in a direct beeline towards him. Vash blinks and looks down and aside in time to see an elegant hand poised along the bartop with the scritch-scratch of sharp nails dragging across the polished surface. She seems well-venerated by everyone else in the room, despite the aura of menace.

And it occurs to him then, the latent Plant energy that he’d sensed throughout the day–

“You’re a–?!” he starts to say, only to cut himself short by clamping his right hand over his mouth to muffle his indiscretion. Clearing his throat, Vash coolly takes a pull from his glass. A perfect recovery (to him, but not everyone else, maybe).

“Just a kindred spirit, tumbling through the desert as the wind blows. Not looking to start any trouble. I'm looking for my twin brother.”

[luvsicksubs]

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sweethearts - bakugo katsuki 

wc: 1.6k 

cw: pegging / anal fingering, degradation, dacryphilia, sub!space, dom!reader (afab but i dont think there’s anything gendered?), using the word cunt for bakugo,  pro-hero!bakugo, and a lot of super fluffy aftercare at the end. 

“Y-you’re so — hic — so fuckin’ mean,” 

Your laugh is warm - too warm for something like this. With Bakugos face pressed firmly into your shoulder, strong arms wrapped around your neck - your laughter feels cruel. It sounds sweet but Bakugo knows better than to fall for it - aware of the irony in his words as your hands grip the meat of his thighs. Your fingers are bruising as they hold onto the muscle, legs lifted and wrapped your back with his calves twitching and trembling. 

You’re trying to hold in your amusement - refocusing your eyes on Bakugo in this state. Your favorite pro-hero’s expression, normally so stoic and cold now broken. Skin flushed red from the tips of his ears down to his chest - warmth running down his back in waves. He’s sobbing poor thing, nails scratching up your back without remorse.  

In an effort to get him to show some submission, you pull out full-stop. Bakugo gasps at the emptiness, whimpering as your heavy eyes watch his hole tremble. So pretty and so desperate, the feeling of hot plastic is replaced with strong hands - angular and plunging. You lay him on his back and lean back yourself, your fingers teasing and prodding the sensitive ring of muscle. It’s sore, red and puckered from exhaustion - stretches all too easily around your thin fingers. 

But it’s more precise this way, Bakugo realizes in half-terror and half-lust - eyes flickering down to your middle and and ring fingering scissoring him open. Not a tight fit by any means but Bakugo clamps down on you anyway. You laugh at him, can’t help yourself as your hand presses down on his belly. 

“You’re so mouthy, aren’tcha brat?,” you tease, pressing a kiss to the calf at your face, resting your cheek on it as you position Bakugos hips up using a pillow. His cock weeps pathetically onto the muscle of his stomach, red and burning and aching. Everything in him feels warn out and he can’t do anything but sob - not a thought running through his mind other than missing having you inside. 

“So damn disobedient but this always shuts you right the fuck up, doesn’t it baby?,” and the question is rhetorical - always is. Your fingers are angled directly at his prostate so perfectly, practically milking the orgasms out of his body with only one hand. Everything is too much. 

“Too much - ‘s too much, fuck,”  

He’s thrashing, arms desperately clawing into the sheets for life as you easily work another orgasm out of him like this. He’s lost count, doesn’t even care to know as he feels your other hand simply brush against his sore cock. He can’t breath, half choking out a sob as his body floods to weakly spurt out a thin stream of cum, if you could even call it that. 

“See? Didn’t talk back even one time right there, did you?,” and your hands, cruel as ever - draw a line in the cum that coats his stomach and the sheets. He shivers, eyes welling up with tears of shame.  

“This is the only way pretty boys like you know how to cum right?,” you ask, hand landing on his and leaving another familiar print in your wake. The pain jolts him awake, makes him drool. 

“Like your body was made for me to fuck ‘n use like a little toy, right Katsuki? Pretty little hole you got is begging to get fucked all over again,” 

“I don’ like it, swear I don’t, swear  — fuck,” 

You grin - so much spitfire in your sweet brat. You take pleasure in pulling your fingers out and thrusting them right back in, massaging his g-spot with intensity in your gaze. His eyes shoot open, frantically searching for your face in pure need before seeing your feral expression and swallowing. 

“Liar. You love it when I use you.  So pretty and perfect like this,” 

You lean up, the weight of your body pressed against his - lubed plastic cock grinding hard against his own. He bites his lip hard enough for it to swell moments after, arms desperately coming around your body for support as he loses strength. Fuckfuckfuck. 

“Tell me you love it - tell me how much you love when I ruin this pretty lil cunt baby,” 

Bakugo swallows a heavy breath as his body tightens up. Your hands feel good but it’s not enough, he knows he needs more. His body trembles, throat hoarse as he sobs and sniffles into your chest. Bruises and hickies blooming all over his skin create a hazy buzz in his head as panicked eyes find yours - gasping as he desperately tries to find his voice. A hand wrapped around his throat has him shaking violently. 

“I love it — hic — fuck.. fuck me already,” he chokes out the words between sobs, fat tears sliding down his face and onto the sheets as his hands lock around your shoulders - desperately searching for reprieve. His ass is grinding against the strap even more eagerly than before, cock almost limp and making a wet noise as it moves against his belly. 

The tip of your cock presses right against his hole, and you grin. A hand around his throat, another pressed on his stomach - you lean low. Teeth catching his ear lobe, you whisper. 

“Say please, Katsuki.” 

“Fuck, please!,” 

Like something had been triggered in you, you immediately pull-back and slam back in one fluid motion. Bakugo cries out - moans so brokenly in a silent scream as you set a violent pace. He uses his hands to hold his legs up, afraid of what’ll happen if he doesn’t as you jackhammer him into the bed. The mattress ricochets off your every movement - headboard banging loudly against the walls. But Bakugo’s voice is louder, lewd and desperately croaking about how fucking good it all feels. His cock stands to attention again - and the pleasure drowns out the blurry pains of overstimulation like a drug. You grit your teeth as the friction of the strap grinds against your clit. 

Your hand pumps Bakugo’s cock furiously as you fuck him, and Bakugo has given up on doing anything but repeating your name like a prayer. His incantations send shivers up your spine as you grunt into his ear - your own orgasm mere seconds away. 

“One more yeah? Give me one fuckin’ more - be a good little cumslut for me and give me one more baby,” 

“Oh, god,” 

Almost in tandem, you reach your orgasm only seconds after your boyfriend reaches his. You nearly choke at how hard you cum, lungs burning as pleasure curls through your body and you’re groaning into neck. Panting desperately, you lift your head-up to meet Bakugos with a soft smile

You kiss his jaw softly, smiling. 

“You did so well baby,” you hum against his throat, brushing his hair back. 

“Let’s get you fixed up,” 

__

[ after-care ] 

You would argue this is the best part. After fucking the daylights out of your bratty boyfriend - he’s half-way there as you kiss and massage his body. He’s pliant, dizzy - somewhat gaining his consciousness. He can only half-find it in himself to argue with you as you take care of him. He succumbs to your touch and silently plants himself in your lap or otherwise as you do. In the bath, he spent ample time having you hold him and scratch his scalp as you wash it. 

When he wanted kisses, he simply looks up at you - vermilion eyes catching light as you laugh lightly and kiss whatevers closest. He only closes his eyes against when he’s satisfied with it. The warm water helps him feel steady, relaxing into the water. 

You dry his hair off in the bathroom before transpiring back to your bedroom - where Bakugo curls up exhaustedly in the corner as you fix up the sheets and get him to lay down. 

You talk idly as you rub lotion down his body - watching his eyes flutter close. Your hands go over all the marks, bruises, bites and scratches with soft kisses before paying special attention to them. For the first time since you’ve finished, you get a sentence out of him. 

“You’re a demon,” he slurrs. You can’t help but break out into a laugh, you hands squeezing his pecks before bending down to kiss him. A glass of water by the bed-side prompts him to sit up and drink before leaning against the frame. 

“Nice to see you, baby,” you joke. You grown serious just as fast, sitting between his legs with his face in your hands - observing him. 

“How do you feel, angel?,” 

His eyes flutter open - sleepy and full of vulnerable adoration. You’ve fucked the fight out of him, literally so he’s in no place to deny your affection. He yawns. 

“‘s fine, stupid. ‘m okay. Are you?,” 

Your heart flutters. Sometimes he reminds you in little ways like this that this goes both ways. You nod, hold one of his hands in yours. 

“I’m fine. Worried I was too rough on you, or too mean,” 

He scoffs, almost offended. 

“Who’dya take me for,” comes his reply. You laugh, softly placing his forehead against his - shrugging. 

“Right, right,” you hum, leaning forward to kiss him deep and slow. Everything is still, slow and perfect. He opens his eyes, overcome by his own emotions and hugs you tiredly. 

“Love you, dumbass,” he chokes. You yawn as he clings to you, kissing the crown of his head. 

“I love you too, Katsuki,” 

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[bestiesenpai]

I have another getou x scared curse reader idea to put into the world and ruin everyones day(s) with. You already know the drill, it’s dubcon, it’s mean, it’s slimy, it’s what we all live for here, and there’s an image to accompany it.

Getou was truly a sick man, in many senses of the word. He had no care for anyone but himself, making it evident at every point in his plan to rid the world of non-sorcerers that he had allegiance to anyone. Everyone was expendable, everyone could be replaced.

He was also sick in the way he treated you. Using your shy disposition to his advantage, he didn’t have to twist your arm too much to get you to do things you didn’t really want to do. One of them being this.

“Come out, (Y/N).” Getou called from the bedroom, staring right at the door to the en suite you were in. He’d cajoled you into following him to his private bedroom and thrust a pile of clothes into your hands, shoving you into the bathroom and demanding you changed.

“I don’t know...” Wringing your hands together, you could barely look at yourself in the mirror. The dumb schoolgirl outfit he gave you had parts of your body accentuated that you’d rather keep hidden from his prying eyes.

“Don’t make me get up.” He threatened with a cheery lilt. You jerked back in response as if he was right in front of you to say it. If Getou had to come and get you, the whole ordeal would be a lot worse for you.

“Coming.” With an almost sad drawl to your voice, you gripped the doorknob tightly and opened the door. Sliding out on thigh high socks, a shiver ran up your body from the cold temperature of the room.

“Well would you look at that!” Getou’s eyes were wide open to take in the outfit, a large smile stretching his cheeks wide. The plaid skirt he’d given you was a rich green and much too short, skimming the edge of your panties and hardly covering the swell of your ass. With a white button up and a gentle cream cardigan to complete the look, you looked every bit the part.

“Don’t stare.” Whining softly, you brought your hands to the front of your body, hoping to draw his eyes away from the white panties you’d chosen to wear.

“Come closer.” Waving you over from where he lay against the headboard, Getou groaned softly watching your legs move. The long socks were a great addition to the outfit, paying off with the way they molded to your legs and squished your thighs a bit.

Coming to the edge of the bed, you couldn’t look at him. It was hard enough to look at him normally throughout the day but now, dressed like this? You would never be able to live it down if you made eye contact with him.

“God, aren’t you just the cutest most useless thing ever?” Getou mumbled, and whether he meant to say it or not you heard it and it made a soft peep come from the back of your throat.

You hated when he called you useless, because you knew it was true.

Playing with the ends of your sleeves, it was silent in the room except for the fan in the corner and Getou’s soft hmm’s and huh’s as he looked at you.

“Turn around.”

“What?” Snapping your head to attention, this was the first time you were looking in Getou’s eyes and it made a strong burn come over your face.

“You heard me (Y/N).” Twirling his finger in the air, Getou cocked his head to the side and waited.

“B-but I-”

“You’re being real disobedient today, will I have to fix that attitude of yours?”

“No!” Gasping loudly, you nearly flung yourself to the floor in your urgency to turn around. Getou liked to find any reason to punish you and you wanted to stay far away from it.

There was the soft sound of fabric rustling but you didn’t turn over your shoulder to see what it was. Getou’s eyes burned into your back, no doubt staring right at your ass.

“Take your panties off.” A disheartened whine was threatening to come out of you, but you did as he said. Slowly bending over, your cheeks burned even more at the whistle he let out upon seeing you.

His hand shot out into the corner of your vision just as your panties came off and you knew what he wanted. Dropping the fabric into his hand, you immediately heard him take a loud sniff of them.

“You think you’re so innocent, hm? Wearing these little white panties.” There was the sound of skin rubbing against skin and that’s when you dared to look over your shoulder.

Gasping loudly, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from Getou’s large hand stroking his cock, your panties shoved right against his face as he did so. A pearly bead of precum dripped out onto the tip of his cock, thumbed away and smeared across the shaft.

“Take that cardigan off, (Y/N), I bet you’re getting hot.” It was true, your body was beginning to sweat from the situation you were in. With trembling fingers, you undid the buttons and let the cardigan slide off your shoulders and onto the floor.

Turning back to face Getou, you weren’t sure what to do now. It felt wrong to look at him while he was like this but you knew he wouldn’t have called you in here if he didn’t want an audience. He could have just stolen your panties while you were in the hallway, he’s done it before.

Dropping your panties to the side, his hand shot out once again, this time to grab you and pull you onto the bed. Pulling you across his lap, Getou leaned back against the headboard and tucked his arms behind his head.

“Undo your shirt a little, won’t you?” His voice sounded as if he was giving you a choice in the matter when there was none to be found.

“G-getou, I don’t-” You were squirming far too much on his lap to heed his instructions. You were trying everything in your power to avoid settling too comfortably in his lap and letting his cock rest against your cunt.

“Just sit down, it’s okay!” Pushing you to sit back on his thighs, Getou’s patience had run thin and he grabbed the top of your shirt, ripping it open and making the first few buttons pop and fly across the room.

“Wait!” Wrapping your arms around your chest, for once you used the strength given to you as a special grade curse to keep them there. Try as he might, Getou was unable to take them away and see what lie underneath.

“(Y/N).” Taking a deep breath, Getou curled his fingers around your upper arms.

“Yes?” Flinching at his suddenly soft tone, you watched his fingers go white from the pressure he used to hold onto you.

“I really don’t think you’re in the mood to get punished today, and frankly I’m not in the mood either. But if you want to keep trying to waste my time, I’ll have to-”

“Okay, I’m sorry!” Ripping your arms away, tears started to form on your lash line just from the mere threat about to be spoken on his lips. Getou sighed, content that he could finally get to what he wanted.

He’d instructed you not to wear a bra with the outfit and he was pleased you actually followed through. Cupping your breasts, he squeezed them, making your back arch into his touch and your hands resting on his waist to keep you steady.

Pinching and twisting your nipples between his fingers, Getou groaned at the subtle way your hips began to rock forward against the fabric of the pants he had on. Massaging both breasts, Getou smirked when you bit your lip to hold back a moan.

“Let me see it.” He whispered, and although you whined and shook your head no, you still lifted up your skirt and presented your cunt to him. Dropping a hand down, Getou thumbed your clit and his smirk got even wider when you keened into his touch.

A wonderful slick had coated your cunt, the heady aroma a welcome scent to Getou’s nose. He could easily rub your clit with two fingers, finding the puffy bud more than receptive to his touch.

With a hand on your ass, Getou scooted you up his lap, your cunt just barely in reach of the tip of his cock. He tried to get you closer, let him stick the tip in and sink you down all the way, but you refused to budge.

“It won't fit.” There was an adorable pout on your lips, one that made Getou audibly coo at you. You often said he wouldn't fit, a statement that was true until it wasn’t. Getou made himself fit, whether he was meant to in the first place or not.

“Shut that little mouth of yours, you don’t know anything.” He spoke to you like a baby, condescending and mocking and belittling. Tapping your hands to make sure you kept the skirt in the air, he nudged you closer again, and this time you moved.

“Getou...please...” The tip of his cock kissed your clit, making you twitch terribly. His precum mixing with your slick, making his cock glide easily against your folds.

“Shut up, I don’t want to hear it.” He did in fact want to hear you whine and moan, and telling you to be quiet only made them worse because he knew you couldn’t hold them back, there wasn’t any use to trying.

His cock pressed against your entrance, just barely slipping in. With pouty whines and mumbles of ‘no, no’, Getou’s cock squeezed past the tight muscles at the entrance to your cunt.

Slowly, inch by inch, his cock slid into you. Your hands had let go of the skirt, grabbing onto his shoulders instead. When he bottomed out, Getou grunted, grinding your hips against his and curling his toes at the pleasure that followed.

“You know what to do.” Putting his arms back behind his head, Getou leaned against the headboard and peered down his nose at you.

“I...” Worrying your lip, your fingers pressed into his shoulders more as you began to rock your hips back and forth, catching your clit against his skin. Whenever Getou had you on top, he let you do whatever you wanted, knowing eventually he’d get what he wanted.

It was fun watching you figure out what you were doing like it was new to you. The way you rocked back and forth, planted your body more firmly onto whatever surface was underneath and bounce on his cock - it was like you were figuring out for the first time, every time this happened.

Sliding your hands down to grasp the front of his shirt, you bounced on his lap. Your breasts moved with the motions of your body, nipples moving up and down and enticing Getou to take one into his mouth and bite it.

Your breath came out in huffs the faster you went, your ass clapping against his thighs and drowning out the sound of the fan in the corner. There was enough slick between your legs to drip down Getou’s shaft and onto his balls, adding to the wet clicking of his cock sinking into you.

“Surely you can do better than that, (Y/N).” Getou said, lifting a brow at you. His own breath was beginning to come out as soft pants and his cheeks had grown a light rosy color, but he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to belittle you.

“I-I’m trying! I swear!” Scrunching your face up, you forced your legs to harder, faster. It wasn’t like you were going to run out of stamina anytime soon, but you weren’t the most deft at being on top of a man.

“Try harder.” Loosening his arms, Getou grabbed a handful of your skirt and held it away from your body, watching his cock disappear inside you. “This messy little cunt should be used to this, but it’s like you’re not even trying!”

“Getou, please!” Aggravated tears fell down your cheeks, pooling at your chin and dripping down onto your breasts. There was only so much you could do, and it wasn’t like Getou was offering any tips.

“Do you need my help? Is that it?” He cooed, mocking the pout on your lips with one of his own. Letting out an aw at the sad nod of your head, he put his hands on your hips. “Who knew a special grade could be as worthless as you are? Can’t even ride a cock right, need my help.”

“Stop.” Sniffling as more tears fell, every word he spoke was another jab at your already fragile ego. Laughing right in your face, Getou bent his knees and planted his feet into the mattress.

Fucking up into you was probably his favorite part of having you on top. You still tried to prove your worth by lifting and slamming your hips back down in tandem with his, but he got to prove that you couldn’t do anything if he wasn’t there.

You moaned loudly and freely as Getou fucked you, your head lolling back and forth. Anyone walking by could hear exactly what was going on and someone probably already has. But you couldn't hold the noises back, not when Getou’s cock felt this good inside you.

All the movement had made Getou slide down the headboard and eventually his back met the bed. Your body naturally followed suit, chest resting against his while your head landed in the crook of his neck.

With the new angle, Getou could use the full length of his cock to destroy you, tapping against your womb with every thrust. His skin rubbed directly on your clit, making pleasured tears mix with the previous ones.

When you came on Getou’s cock, that was probably his favorite part. It was certainly the leading reason in why he kept coming to you for sex. Your walls seemed to milk him dry when you came, squeezing and pulsing around his shaft and making it almost impossible for him to keep going, do anything except shoot his seed inside you.

Cumming into you with a deep, growling groan, Getou was forced to still his hips and ride out the waves of pleasure going over him. Getou could feel every last drop of his cum get drawn out, coating your insides with the sticky fluid.

“Well, you’re not useless for one thing.” Getou sighed when he was finally able to relax and slide his cock out of your tight heat.

“W-what’s that?” Your tears had absolutely soaked his shirt, and as you sat up on your elbows, Getou wiped a stray one off your cheek.

“You make an excellent cum dump.”