#put the thigh highs down have some dignity

[muzsmocsing]

Luo Binghe's been trying to take revange on Shen Qingqiu for YEARS yet the guy only has to say he trusts him one (1) time and he's already putting the maid dress back on.

[servicpop]

loosing a bet delinquent oc x president bttm male reader

It was a bet amongst your friends against some silly game. They all supported one team but you supported the other — whether you actually had a big interest in the game or not, it didn't matter, you still preferred one over the other to win. If your team won, they would have to embarass themselves by wearing a cheerleader outfit, if their team won, vice versa.

What could go wrong? Both teams were good and predicting the win would be difficult.

The flashes of your friend's cameras caused you to hold a hand up to your face, desperately trying to hide the bright pink blush spreading across your cheeks. How did he mess up that last shot? The game was so close and right at the breaking point, the player missed and costed the whole game and your dignity.

It was a skimpy outfit with thigh high tights, no sleeves, and a skirt that probably met your mid-thigh. You could not let Adrien see you in this. Like a group of laughing hyenas, you and your friends finally walked out of the changing rooms, your head glued to the floor as you walked through the hallways. Everyone's eyes were on you and you swore someone wolf-whistled in your direction as a half-assed joke.

"You gotta wear it the whole day, you lost the bet," you felt a harsh clasp on your shoulder and your friend was met with a cold glare. You honestly wish you just bet money at this point. You were about to round the corner when you heard a familiar voice — Adrien's sickly smooth tone. Your heel grounded into the floors and you dashed the other way, ignoring the confused shouts of your friends.

Adrien's head tilted when he watched someone dressed in a pink cheerleader outfit practically run for their life in the other direction. At first, he genuinely thought it was some cheerleader girl who probably missed her practice or something, but the more he stared at the running figure, the more he realised. "Shit, is that prez...?" Earning a nod from the group, a smile curled onto his face. He's totally forgotten how different your friend groups were seeing as they furrowed their eyebrows being so close to a delinquent.

"I'm gonna... get a drink from the vending machine, go on without me," Adrien flashed a toothy grin at the boys and walked in the direction you ran, picking up his speed but not breaking into a sprint. You two still weren't an official or public thing. You hadn't run very far, opting to retreat back to the student council room — people wouldn't come in here willingly anyways. But one person would.

A whistle caught your attention and as you whipped around, Adrien was already in the room, closing and flicking the lock on the door. "What a sight," He chuckled, slinking a hand around your waist to get a better look at you. "It's not what it looks like," you try to defend yourself, pushing at his shoulders as he leans closer. Your back is pressed against the table and he's gripping your hips like you're about to fall.

"How'd you even get this?" Adrien drags his tongue along his teeth flipping up your pink skirt, "Wearin' anything underneath?" He muses, and to his disappointment, you were, but he couldn't complain since it was a pair of lacy white panties. "It just came with the outfit," You mutter, pushing the fabric back down as you turn your head. "And...? You still put it on," Adrien laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. You couldn't deny the fact that you had the choice not to put it on, but you still did so you kept quiet.

"Are you mad at me?" His voice is nothing but a whisper now as his head leans dangerously close to your ear. The delinquent has one hand on your waist while the other descends your back, trailing down to your cute skirt, pulling it up enough so that he could push your underwear down. You don't have half the mind to swat his hand away when he's so close to you. He slips the white fabric down just enough, spitting on his fingers before he teases you lightly. Adrien's brownish hair brushes against your ear as his head is positioned right next to yours, peering over your shoulder to look at his hands and your ass.

"You're always mad at me baby, I'm sorry," He cooes a gentle tone but it's deceptive. You flinch when he slips a finger past your rim, your arms instinctively moves to grip his shoulders. "I can't help it when you're dressed so cute," You can't see his face fully, but you know damn well he's smirking.

He's doing that knee thing where its pushed forward enough that if you rutted against it just a little bit, it would send sparks flying through your veins. "Adrien..." was basically the only thing you could whine when he's slipping a second finger, and then a third past that tight ring. He's really overestimating himself. His palm is against your tail bone as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, your warm, wet walls squeezing his fingers just right.

"Fuck, why do you have to feel so good, I can't just fuck the prez here," Adrien groans and you catch a glimpse of his eyebrows furrowing, he was genuinely frustrated. "I just wanna dick you down and make you take it like a good boy, I wanna see how loud you can— sorry that's corny," he bites his lip, slightly shivering from his own words. He knew you weren't like that, especially being such a goody-two-shoes; it was like second hand embarrassment from himself. He felt a twinge of guilt, a guy up to no good corrupting an angel like you.

"It's fine," and suddenly Adrien's head clears. Your reassurance was like cupid shooting multiple arrows into his heart, was he having a heart attack or was it just you? Adrien's head moves mechanically, like it was programmed to kiss you right then and there but he stops, short-circuits even. Kissing was out of the question. His relationship with you wasn't like that but oh how bad he wanted to. Adrien let's his head plop onto your shoulder, his fingers finding motivation to speed up, causing your body to straighten up.

He even adds a cruel curl to his fingers, pressing harshly against your prostate. "You're so evil," he murmurs, "Says— you!" You couldn't help the embarrassing moan that rips from your throat, the jerk of your body made you grind against Adrien's clothed knee, the cool fabric of the skirt rubbing against your tip wasn't helping either.

So you're stuck here, humping Adrien's knee as he fingers you from behind. Adrien slips his index finger out, leaving his middle and ring nestled inside you. Somehow, this allowed him to slam his hand deeper, pressing against your prostate once again. You could feel his breath fan over your shoulder, his back rising with each breath as his knee shifts, pushing against the underside of your dick behind the skirt. Your hands claw at his clothing, moans and whimpers spilling out of your lips.

His fingers work to aimlessly stretch you out before he pushed them in deeper, stilling them and curling them at random intervals. He was just playing with you at this point. You could feel your orgasm building but you weren't at the edge yet. Adrien seemed to hear your whines and desperate grinding, he smiles, "Alright sorry, sorry, I'll let you cum." He pulls his fingers out, groping your flesh before slapping his fingers against your hole, eliciting a confused gasp out of you.

Before you could open your mouth to insult him, he plunged his fingers into your entrance once more, fingering you as roughly as he could. His other hand that was holding you in place moved to the tent in your skirt. He smiled at the dampness pooling at the fabric, cupping the head of your dick with the fabric wrapped tightly around. The cool sensation of the fabric on your sensitive tip make you squirm, your body was unfamiliar with the feeling. Adrien clenched his arms around you, holding you still as he thrusted his fingers faster, humming at the wet sloppy sound.

You felt your eyes rolling back and your hands balled into fists, leaning on his shoulder for support. "W—wait!" You groaned as your body convulsed from the pleasure, tears welling in your eyes as you came, the mess contained by your skirt. "That's it," Adrien whistled, letting you ride your high out as he rubbed the fabric over your tip for a bit before stopping.

"Keep this," he grinned, "I'd like to see this next time."

a / n ; my motivation is in the dumps right now TT

[neerons]

Some of Ikémen Prince Emma's best quotes + Akatsuki's bonus quotes

"The day's barely started, but I want to go back to bed already." (—Emma's thoughts)

"I'm putting on the best performance of my life here, and you're turning this into the worst melodrama I've ever seen!" (—Emma's thoughts about her made-up romantic relationship with Clavis)

"I don't know what to do. Why can't I be like the heroine in one of my stories, able to outwit everyone no matter how clever they are?" (—Emma's thoughts)

"I didn't, did I? Please tell me I didn't. Oh god, what was I thinking? Why would I throw myself at a sleaze like you?" (—Emma's thoughts about Nokto)

"Ooooh, if I could strangle you right now, I would!" (—Emma's thoughts about Silvio)

"So... we have a prince that likes blowing up the palace and no one cares?!" (—Emma's thoughts about Clavis)

"I could feel Chevalier's cold, silent stare, and that was somehow worse than anything he could have said." (—Emma's thoughts)

"You mean between Sariel's hellish lessons or your adoration? You're right, it's blindingly obvious which is better. Thanks, Sariel, I can hardly wait!" (—Emma's thoughts about Clavis)

"Take this! Bunny... Kick!" (—Emma trying to kick Gilbert, as a bunny)

"Don't tell me one of his business deals failed? Or maybe he stubbed his toe on something? Or hit his fat head on a doorframe?" (—Emma's thoughts about Silvio)

"Honey: 1. Luke's dignity: 0..." (—Emma's thoughts)

"You have no problem invading my privacy and coming in here whenever you please, but you think it's fine to threaten me because I did the same to you?" (—Emma's thoughts about Clavis coming into her bedroom)

"I went on staring at him, trying to decide whether it was worth it to punch him or not." (—Emma's thoughts about Silvio)

"If you let down your guard just because I'm a little rabbit, you might be the one who regrets it in the end." (—Emma to Gilbert)

"Could you get your face out of my face?" (—Emma to Silvio)

"Ahhh, why do you insist on acting the villain when there's not a single thing villainous about you?!" (—Emma's thoughts about Clavis)

"I slowly lowered my head onto his lap as though it might turn into a bed of knives at any second. (...) I realized I was laying on what were possibly the most deadly thighs in the world." (—Emma's thoughts about Gilbert)

"I am SO close to punching this guy." (—Emma's thoughts about Nokto)

"Some people would call that a book..." (—Emma referring to Rio's love letter)

"I know you hate it when I call you adorable, but... you really are adorable right now." (—Emma's thoughts about drunk Licht)

"...Instead of grabbing hold of me, have you considered maybe wearing warmer clothing?" (—Emma to Gilbert)

"Who in their right mind could have imagined that I'd be dragged into his bed and pounced on almost every morning?" (—Emma's thoughts about Chevalier)

"His Highness... stole my first time." (—Emma talking about Silvio to the King of Benitoite)

"Wow. He said something sensible for once." (—Emma's thoughts about Nokto)

"I didn't have his strength, but I had fingernails, and I made sure they dug in deep." (—Emma's thoughts about Silvio)

"I'm not going to let you have your way about anything and everything just because you were born important." (—Emma to Gilbert)

"PLEASE SHUT UP NOW." (—Emma's thoughts about Clavis misleading everyone about their relationship)

"No, it's fine, really, please take your time... Take all the time you need!" (—Emma to Gilbert telling her he won't be able to spend time with her that day)

"I always thought you were pretty overprotective, Rio, but I take it back—you've got nothing on Silvio!" (—Emma's thoughts)

"Would it be strange if I said I was relieved that the man I love is so intimidating to other men?" (—Emma's thoughts about Chevalier)

"He'd leapt so cheerfully into the pit that I was pretty certain I'd be traumatized for the rest of my life by the flamboyant way he'd hit the bottom." (—Emma's thoughts about seeing Gilbert fall into Clavis' trap voluntarily)

"If we ever actually find you, Clavis, I have about a million things I want to say to you, and none of them are polite..." (—Emma's thoughts)

"If you live for me, I'll stay with you, forever. I'll never leave you alone, ever again. Don't you want to find more ways to have fun with me?" (—Emma to Gilbert)

"He's hard enough to approach when he's fully awake, I can't imagine what he's like first thing in the morning!" (—Emma's thoughts about Chevalier)

"You're lucky that I still want you even after you call me soft and silly and say my heartfelt declaration is 'embarrassing crap'. Silvio... take me."

"I couldn't help reaching out and squeezing his upper arm, just to see how it felt." (—Emma's thoughts about Gilbert)

"(...) I know you can be cold and ruthless, but you always make me feel more sure of myself." (—Emma's thoughts about Chevalier)

"This man invented a bizarre device to keep me cool, covered me up to protect my modesty... And now he's drying me off so I don't catch a cold. He's the sweetest person in the whole world, and I—" (—Emma's thoughts about Clavis)

"Gilbert can really make anything he puts his mind to. I mean, how many gunsmiths are also fashion designers?" (—Emma's thoughts)

"Oh, boy. Here comes Drama Queen Gilbert. (...) And here comes Sulky Gilbert." (—Emma's thoughts)

"I hope he comes back soon... ...Or just... never." (—Emma talking about Silvio to Rio)

"You're all good, kind men, and I know you'll never become the sort of corrupt, tyrannical rulers that Gilbert hates so much." (—Emma's thoughts about all the Rhodolitian princes)

"Okay, I admit that writing him letters in a language only the two of us know IS pretty romantic. But to think that people would assume I'm writing dirty things to him because of that..." (—Emma's thoughts about Chevalier)

"'By the time you'll be reading this, I'll be gone'...? Did you... Did you have to write something so cliched?" (—Emma reading Gilbert's letter)

"Nokto? Stop talking. You're only digging yourself into an even deeper hole."

"I can't see much with that hood in the way, but I can still tell you're exasperated. ...You know, I think we're going to become good friends..." (—Emma's thoughts about Roderic)

"He was the perfect prince... so long as he didn't actually talk." (—Emma's thoughts about Silvio)

"So he wants a kiss, huh? I think he's actually looking for more than that, but let's make him work for it." (—Emma's thoughts about Chevalier)

"I guess he means me...? What an ass." (—Emma's thoughts about an auction manager calling her a 'fine article')

"If you're asking stupid questions, expect a stupid answer. That's all I'm saying." (—Emma to Nokto)

"Is it just me, or has his expression softened a tiny, tiny, TINY bit?" (—Emma's thoughts about Chevalier)

"He was like a tyrannical villain from one of my books, flashy and loud and pompous, and a part of me wished he'd go back to whatever book he'd come from." (—Emma's thoughts about Silvio)

"It's like every time I think something positive about you, you find a way to ruin it immediatly." (—Emma's thoughts about Nokto)

Akatsuki's bonus quotes:

"Kill him." (—Akatsuki replying to Rio asking him what he intends to do to Gilbert)

"How dare he do something so shameless to my daughter, in front of a crowd like that..." (—Akatsuki talking about Gilbert)

"(...) when your vacation is over, you will return to your duties. (...) And I know someone as earnest as you would never do anything to breach a contract like that. ...I will come for you. So it's just until then. Got it? (—Akatsuki telling Emma he'll come save her from Obsidian)

"I'm not your father." (—Akatsuki to Emma)

"...I did not tell you stories about Emma so that you could make her your wife." (—Akatsuki to Gilbert)

"...I'll stop by to check on you regularly. If something happens to my daughter, I'll kill you." (—Akatsuki talking about Emma to Gilbert)

"She may not be my real daughter, but I'd never let a man I don't know near my valued worker." (—Akatsuki to Rio)

"They're for Emma. I collected them from all over the world in order to handle any sort of injury or illness." (—Akatsuki talking about his medicinal herbs to Rio)

"If even a single hair on her head is harmed, I'll never let you see my daughter again." (—Akatsuki to Rio)

"Your potential is limitless. It would be a shame for you to be confined here. (—Akatsuki talking about the bookstore to Emma)

[diejager]

I don't know if it be more of a köing thing or a soap thing but I wonder if he'd ever misjudged his strength while pulling some punishment on reader and end up really hurting them

Cw: fingering, spanking, use of safeword, crying, dacryphilia, pain kink, dom/sub dynamic, humiliation, punishment, tell me if I missed any.

It would depend on the situation you find yourself in. Where König is more of a anxious and social mess, sometimes underestimating other’s strengths and underestimating his despite his subtle confidence and strong strides like he owned every room he walked into; Soap is similarly compared to an overzealous puppy, energetic and eccentric as much as he was strong and prone to overuse the power behind his strong arms and back. 

In Soap’s case, it was a moment of agitation, lost in his dark haze of excitement and irritation from your mistake. He is nothing, if not a man with a determined mind, focused and on-track on the task at hand, and in this moment, that was you: your punishment. Perhaps you’d done something to crack his mind; perhaps you’d offended him in a way that had both surprised and enraged him enough to demand retribution; or perhaps you were just being a brat. 

But whatever you did had forced his hand into acting, pressing you into the hard mattress, the sheets muffling your cries and grunts and ass raised. Your thighs shook with every rough thrusts of his fingers, pumping into you with loud and wet squelches that made your ears burn a bright red as much as the overstimulation bled your body pink, panting and squirming. 

Whatever pleas that slipped from your heavy tongue were drowned out by the tent poking at your stomach and how embarrassingly wet you’d became from his rough treatment. Leaking down your thighs and Soap’s wrist, your constant squirming and kicking had annoyed him so much that he had to force you still by your nape. 

It’s in these moments where he loses himself, too drawn by your warm walls clenching around his digits and your cries that he forgets you until he hears the muffled safeword fall from your lips. He’s apologetic, extremely affectionate and at your beck and call for the next month. No punishment, no demands, and no expectations, all he’d do is please and fulfil your needs, becoming nothing but a man with a one-track mind to service you and you alone. 

In König’s place, if he’s overwhelmed by something and so stressed by the mounting responsibilities and work he has as a Colonel. It itches at his mind, crawling under a thin layer of skin, threatening to burst and all it needed was a small tick, a spark to ignite and send his irritation on fire. You were just the victim of his maelstrom, a dangerous and wrathful man on a warpath.

Spanking seemed to fix most of his issues, splayed across his desk, paper and pen recklessly shoved off it, littering the floor with dark ink spots and crinkled reports that he’d have to work on later. He hadn’t locked his office door and the room wasn’t soundproof despite the high budget KorTac had, and it worked for him, his punishment rarely only being about putting you in your place or relieving his pent-up aggression, but sometimes aimed to humiliate you, to play into your dignity and ego as much as it boosted his. 

And in such a strong haze, his hand would land too harshly, the usual tingles from spanking turning into a burning pain, every strike seemingly setting the skin on your ass ablaze. It left you a wailing and begging mess, taking the first few hits with pride and bitten lips to hold back any sounds until it got too much, your safeword falling out of you in gasping sobs.

He stopped then and there, his mind cleared at the simply utterance of the safeword you both decided, quick to pull you against his chests and praising you, mumbles of apologies and promises to pamper you. He let his aggression fester for too long and in the end, you ended up paying for his stubbornness, beating your ass black and blue. And next thing you know, he’s following you everywhere, taking his time massaging your ass with the pain ointment he bought for you and holding a bag of frozen peas on your swollen ass until it healed completely. Even then, he won’t let you off alone until the nest month or so.

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[moonrisecoeur]

LEON GETTING PUNISHED BY NOT GIVING HIM PERMISSION TO FUCK YOU BUT INSTEAD USING YOUR THIGHS???

sorry this is kinda short! i love ur blog and u we should get married-

no pronouns mentioned, afab reader

leon doesn’t wanna get punished :(

he literally tries so mf hard to be a good boy (even if he slips up bc the attitude this man has istg) but your punishment of not being allowed inside of you has him so sad bc he’s literally ur boy like what do you mean he can’t fuck you :(

but he does like your thighs!! just not as much!! he can get off but he’s not happy. his body is aching, and all he wants is to feel the wetness of your cunt pulse around him, but he can’t.

you don’t even remember what he did to piss you off this time, all you know is that leon secretly loves being punished, being talked down to like he’s just some bratty child.

“i’m being nice, baby. if you don’t get your act together, i won’t let you touch yourself at all, won’t give you anything. you’ll just be horny and aching, and by then you’ll be begging for my thighs, won’t you? maybe then you’ll appreciate how generous i’m being,” you say, giving him no time to interject or talk at all. he just listens to you talk to him like this, almost lecturing him.

while you’re doing so, his cock is smoothly sliding in and out of your thighs, in and out rhythmically. he hates this because he can tell you want him to fuck you too! so why are so you insistent on torturing the both of you? he doesn’t get it. and he hates it.

but god if you don’t look hot with his cock between your legs…

“f-fuckk,” he stutters, his hips losing their rhythm as you move away from him just to tease him, “no, fuck, please, i’ll, what do i have to do? anything. i’ll be good, promise, please!”

“so pathetic, baby, are you really gonna get off on this?”

he thinks you must be sadistic because that smile on your face at his whining and suffering is too cruel. do you delight in making him desperate and ruining his dignity?

he gasps, chasing a high he knows isn’t going to be as satisfying as he wants, “y-yeah…”

you chuckle, enjoying the show he’s putting on, “yeah? you were so upset earlier, baby. and now you’re so quiet…”

“can.. can i cum?”

“mhm, of course, sweetheart. just cum your cute little brains out, get my thighs all messy…” you smile softly even though your intentions are anything but innocent, he likes how sickly sweet you talk to him.

he can’t even blame you. it’s kinda hot..

but he will admit the best part of thigh fucking is that his cum all over your pretty thighs makes his head spin and his dick hard again. he is a gentleman though and will help you clean it off, by whichever means u prefer (and he does like sucking his own cum off your fingers)

[the-dixon-effect]

Beyond Broken

summary: In the aftermath of Y/N marrying Negan to break Daryl out of the Sanctuary, she doesn't know why he is so upset with her.

era: season 7, Negan-Saviours era

pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

genre: angst

words: 1.3k

warnings: mentions of non-con, Negan being horrible, saviour shit

When the night was full of terrors And your eyes were filled with tears

The tight, form-fitting black dress clung to your thighs with sweat as you stepped off the rusted bike. Not a word escaped anybody in the crowd that had gathered at the front gate as Daryl stormed off. You simply stood there, confused and upset as to why he would be so angry with you, and embarrassed to have every pair of eyes in Alexandria staring you down. A moment later, the woman you recognised as Maggie darted towards you and flung her arms around your shoulders. Your eyes swelled with tears, but you were not about to break down, not here, in front of everyone.

"Oh.. my God, Y/N, you're back! Are you alright?" she spoke softly into your tense shoulder.

"Maggie... I'm so sorry," you began, your heart full to the brim with regret. "I couldn't do it.. I couldn't kill Negan.. 'M sorry, you deserve so much better," you choked, spluttering over the words you wished you didn't have to say. Preparing for the humiliation, the disgust that would soon be radiating from those around you. She's the coward who thought marrying Negan would do some good.

"No.. no, it's okay, you got Daryl back," she spoke in that familiar Southern drawl. It reminded you of someone else's voice that needed to hear right now. "What happened? Is he okay?"

"I- I don't know... I got him out. They had him-" you stuttered, struggling to bring yourself to utter what you had seen at that God-awful 'sanctuary'. "They put in him a cell. Made him eat shit, listen to this awful song that played over and over... I got him out, but Negan made me-"

"Hey, hey, it's okay, you're back here now. You're safe, you saved him, Y/N,"

"I'm sorry, I have to find him,"

Your black high-heels clicked on the tarmac as you exited the crowd with as much dignity as possible. Why the hell would Daryl storm off like that? Maybe he's just tired, maybe he needs some space. He's hurting, and you so badly want to be the one to comfort him. You approached his shared home and hesitated before knocking on the door to his basement, the place that had remained empty for what felt like the longest time. Before knocking, you registered a couple characteristic grunts from inside, and suddenly your eyes glassed over once more.

Knocking twice, you brought up a palm to smooth over your clammy forehead and straightened up your dress, just now realising how silly you look as one of Negan's costume girls. You knew he was in there, and yet, no one answered. Your heart was bubbling with sorrow while you remembered what you had to go through, just to end up here.

You didn't deserve this, you thought. Not being blown off by Daryl after saving his ass just a couple hours ago. You bust the door open and strode inside, not paying attention to the surroundings or how you appeared.

"What's going on Daryl?" you cried, praying for a response, anything, just to know what's going on in that brain of his. He stood there silently, not moving a muscle, staring you down like a deer in headlights.

"Daryl, please, just tell me-" you started, tears threatening to roll down your puffy cheeks.

"Why would ya' do sumthin' like that? Ya' know how stupid that was, bustin' in there?" he yelled, throwing his arms up and approaching you. He towered over you, berating you like you were a misbehaving child.

"I- I don't understand," you thought of the way Negan grabbed you, trapped you beneath him as you tried to control your movements by repeating words in your head, like a mantra. It's all for Daryl, this is all for Daryl, all for him. You remember the things you'd heard in your direction during your time there. Whore. Slut. Scared little bitch. Abandoning Rick and the crew just for a chance to get a piece of Negan. It wasn't fair. You felt like a traitor as you lay awake in Negan's bed on those cold nights, knowing Daryl was awake too, tortured and bruised in a cell three floors beneath you.

"I got you out.. I came to rescue you Daryl?" you sobbed, unable to prevent the tears from falling now.

"Listen ta' me. Don't ever do sumthin' like to yerself ever again," his tone was so harsh, so mean, it was difficult to actually register his words. "I need ya' ta tell me why... Why would ya' do sumthin' like that? Put yerself through tha'?"

"I- I did it for you, Daryl! I did it for you because- because there's nothing else, no one else.. It was.. It was the only thing!" your lips trembled and your whole body quivered beneath his sharp gaze.

Daryl looked around the room and resorted to staring down at his feet. He looked so shaken, so confused and scared, poor thing. If only he could give into the desire to hold you close and never let go. It seemed, at that moment, like that would be the only thing to heal him.

When you had not touched me yet Oh, take me back to the night we met

"But- but why?" he spoke, quieter than he had done previously.

"Don't you get it?" you began softly. "You were being tortured down there... and I couldn't stand for it. It makes me sick, thinking 'bout what I had to do to get you out, but it's all for a reason. Daryl, no one else here is wading into Negan's territory to get you out..."

You thought about the ridicule. The disgusting glares and grimaces you received from psycho-leader's personal foot soldiers. Having to humiliate yourself all day, all night, worrying about being discovered, worrying about getting killed.

The two of you just stared at each other now, as if there was nothing left to be said. But oh, how much he wished he could say to you.

"He lay his hands on you?" he asked, softly and cautiously, as though now he saw you as a wounded animal, sobbing and frightened.

"No... he just..." you couldn't bring yourself to speak of the things he had done to you. He appeared to understand. You wanted to be okay. You wanted to make Daryl okay.

"C'mere," he whispered, pulling you into a tight hug. You buried your face into his wide shoulder blade and wept. Maybe this was it, just what you needed. You had both suffered so much, all you needed was a gentle embrace and someone to hold you like an angel. God knows Daryl needed it too. All he's never known was violence and sorrow, and all you've ever wanted was to dry his tears and hold him late at night.

"I will kill that motherfucker... and any son of a bitch who thinks about touchin' yer'," there was something so poetic about the way he threatened the rest of the world. Like you two were the only ones that existed.

He stroked the back of your head and placed his hand in your soft hair, pulling you closer. "Hey. I dun' wantcha puttin' yerself in danger fer' me, alrigh'? Y/N, I.. I can't let nuthin' bad happen to ya',"

You hummed into his shoulder before pulling away to gaze up at him, arms still wrapped firmly around his torso. "But, Daryl..."

"Nah, I'm righ' here. An' I ain't leavin' ya again."

[tadpolesonalgae]

Amarantha x f!reader: The High Queen’s Courtesan[*]

Warnings: right I don’t know what the fuck happened here but water-boarding while squirting???, facesitting, sex-slave things, dubcon but you really have to squint.

“Is Rhysand going to join us?” You question, tilting your head as she prowls toward the bed. “If I wanted to fuck him, I wouldn’t be with you now, would I?” She speaks, her icy voice sending flame licking between your legs. You pout, thighs squeezing together as you look up at her, “I could fuck you.” She raises a brow as you shift to kneel before her, “just give me a strap,” you raise your hands to her thighs in supplication, “I’d treat you so good, my Queen.”

She grins, that cruel glint in her eyes sparking heat between your legs as her nails rake over your scalp, tugging at your hair harshly, “if I got you a strap, you’d spend your days choking on it. I’d fuck that pretty mouth raw.” She delights in your masochism, how your lip is tugged between your teeth, arousal permeating the room. “You could gag it to my mouth,” you breathe, leaning into her desperately, “ride me for real,” you pant, brows curve up at the idea.

Her fist tightens in your hair, pulse increasing as silver lines your eyes, cruel, wicked delight coursing through her body. “My good little pet.” Her words are cruel and demeaning, but so arousing. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? You’d like to have my thighs spread over your mouth, able to watch as I fuck myself, hm? Collect the slick that drips down?”

You whimper, curving your brows as you look up at her pleadingly, desperate to have her seated on you. “Please, my Queen.” She only laughs, the sound lacking any kind of amusement. “Lay on the bed. Face up.” Excitement flares in the pit of your stomach as you wiggle back onto the bed, positioning yourself how she likes. You make no mistake in thinking she’s doing this for you - it’s all for her own pleasure. It just happens that you delight in being used, and she needs an obedient toy.

She prowls around the bed, crown resting on her brow as she slides out of her robes, making you wait. You bite your lip as you watch her near the foot of the bed - closest to your head. “If you don’t satisfy me, I’ll throw you beneath the mountain,” she threatens, and you know she’ll follow through. What good is a toy that doesn’t fulfil it’s purpose? “Leave you to starve, be eaten by something stronger.”

A throb of arousal sparks between your thighs at the reminder of how replaceable you are. “I’ll satisfy you, My Queen,” you breathe reverently, “satisfy you until my last breath.”

That seems to please her, though her mouth doesn’t change from it’s cruel set. She turns around, leaning over as she spreads herself wide, your eyes fixated on her wet heat, her scent slamming into you. Your eyes roll.

From above you, Amarantha watches between her legs. She’s never understood how some fae can be so content to act as slaves for another. Your lack of dignity is embarrassing, but beneficial. It’s disgusting how you beg for her to commit depraved acts on top of you. How you ask her for things even she hadn’t considered. But she gets a sick thrill every time, one that has become desensitised even to her favourable torture methods.

You truly put Rhysand to shame with how whorish you act for her.

She settles on your face, pleasure slicking her hole as she perches on your mouth, recounting every obscene performance you’ve thrown at her feet. Remembers the first night you’d been used, how she’d been in need of a flash of excitement, in need of inflicting a lash of pain.

She remembers how she’d forced you to kneel before her in her then-empty throne room, and slowly hooked a leg over the arm, baring herself. In most cases, the fae would shatter right then and there, understanding where she was throwing them. To the bottom of the food chain.

Yet you’d dived right in. At first she has assumed you were just desperate for life. It was only when her release gushed from her, soaking your mouth as it spilled over you to the dais that she’d understood your succubine nature. How you’d sealed your lips over her, drinking her down as your eyes latched onto hers, pleading. Pleading for it to continue.

When you’d finished with her, she had been ever so slightly slumped on her throne, circlet tilted forward. She’d been furious at you, furious at you for having that effect on her. Her nails had scraped over your scalp painfully, tearing, and you’d leaned into her, letting her jerk your head back.

She remembers how she’d landed a kick to your shoulder, sending you careening down the dias steps until you were sprawled at the bottom, arms bound behind you. She remembers how she had stalked down the steps until one leg was either side of your face, sinking down onto your mouth as her hand had tangled in your hair, smothering you.

And here you are now, set beneath her wet cunt as her nails scrape through your hair, jerking you against her as she slides her hips back and forth, humping your mouth. She knows you can’t breathe, slowly suffocating beneath her pussy but that’s you damned job, it’s certainly not hers to care.

Amarantha watches with drawn back delight as your eyes roll at the feeling of having her atop you. How many times have you begged to have her seated on your mouth? It was a peculiar fixation to have, but one that solely benefitted her so she couldn’t care less over the reasoning.

Her brow dips in displeasure when your hand taps lightly against her thigh, disturbing her. She glared down at you, ice in her eyes. What? The look says. Amarantha observes as your lower lip is tugged between your teeth, an expression she recognises as you having a suggestion. Her brow quirks in irritable question. This had better be good or she was going to have you flayed. No matter how well and obediently you had serviced her, failure was failure.

“Spit it out,” she drawls, her words razor sharp and dripping with poison. Your eyes latch onto her own, they’re wide and dilated with pleasure. “Would you…be interested in bringing torture into the bedroom, my Queen?”

“Do you not count your lashings as torture?” Heat flushes your cheeks. No, she supposes, you don’t. “What do you have in mind, whore?” Your hips buck lightly at her title for you and she feels how the pads of your fingers press lightly into her plump thighs. “I would request you place a cloth or rag over me.” You shift beneath her, “to absorb your release, my Queen.”

Her lips tilt in sinister pleasure, “you want to drown in my come?”

“Only if it would please you.”

Her brow narrows. “My Queen.”

She turns the idea over in her head, the idea of you suffocating on her release sounding wickedly appealing. Into her hand drop a thickened sheet of fabric. “Set to work, whore.” Immediately, your mouth is reattaching to her hot sex, tongue lapping deeply as you await your torture impatiently. Her hips wind over you with a new vigour.

You feel her tighten around your tongue, a sure sign she’s close. When she doesn’t lift to allow you breath, you know she’ll be unraveling in moments, masochist euphoria hazing your dumb mind as you persist in pleasuring her. Arousal builds equal to anticipation as she hits her peak, pushing the fabric between you and her as she winds over the rough material, delightfully textured. You take care not to suck in a breath.

Hot liquid sinks into the cloth, spilling over you as she comes, hard. Her growls of pleasure echo throughout the chambers while you gasp for air beneath your Queen who uses you like a saddle. Euphoria bursts within you as your mind short circuits, unable to oxygenate your mind as she keeps her thighs spread, pressing into you as she rides out her mind-shattering high.

Your eyes roll back into your skull from the overwhelming pleasure, dizziness swirling through your conscious in a torrent of euphoria, knocking you out cold. All you remember is the scent of her arousal soaking into you, erotic contentment singing in your blood to the comfortable weight of your Queen seated on her rightful throne.

[heavensmtl]

TNGDH 42

I endured it for just a day, and then popped my head into the capital the next morning.

Of course, I didn’t forget to place the replica hamster inside the house while I was using ‘summon’. I asked the system to make the crying sound believable, so it should be ok for a while.

‘Still, I should go back quickly……’

Kyle, he’s so perceptive, he’ll probably call the vet again, saying our beast is acting strange. For the sake of the poor veterinarian who was trembling in front of the Grand Duke, I had to resolve the issue as briefly and quickly as possible and then return.

“Okay then.”

I ‘summoned’ to a deserted bush outside the castle, and the first thing I did was find out the location of the top of the castanets with the help of the system. Fortunately, it wasn’t too far away, and if I went straight, I’d be there in less than 10 minutes.

However the real problem was different.

I don’t know how life can be such a clogged sewer. Even if I sold my country in a previous life, honestly, it wouldn’t be any worse than this.

[⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄]

Ha……

I squeezed my eyes shut and took a few deep breaths before I looked down at my body.

The sweater knitted by hand, stitch by stitch, was riddled with holes. An embroidered strawberry so large it could be seen from 50 meters away. And, of course, my skinny thighs that felt like they were basking in the warm breeze of the Imperial Palace. 

It’s the icing on the cake, it’s the icing on the cake.

I sank down and put my head in my hands. Then I let out a soundless roar.

At this point, I think I’d be happier as a hamster. At least my dignity wouldn’t be hurt!

“.......”

Nope. Isn’t it more dignified to be a hamster?

“.......Ugh.”

I sighed and stood up.

In any case, it was better to acknowledge the situation quickly. I had some work to do, and I couldn’t waste time here.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts and looked around. The first thing that caught my eye was a family home with a wall as high as my waist and a simple but beautiful rose flower bed.

“I’ve never committed a crime in my life, and I can’t believe I……”

I muttered to myself as I walked up to the wall of the house. Then, I raised my tiptoes and, after failing around a few times, I finally managed to grab a pair of shorts that were lying on the clothesline.

Just the pants, please, just the pants, I’ll wash them and return it to you.

My eyes were also drawn to a shirt hanging right next to the pants, but I held back. If I can just get to the top, I’ll find my clothes, and then I can say goodbye to this nemesis, the strawberry-embroidered sweater.

Right. Even if there were people at the top, how many would there be?

*

“......”

Damn castanets top. I should have known when they said they had branched all over the place to move stuff.

[The Castanets Shipyard is the fourth largest shipyard in the Meinhardt Empire, and the largest transportation business!]

I hit my chest. 

You should have told me something that important beforehand! Then I would have stolen the shirt! I thought there would be a couple of receptionist at most!

“Look over there…”

“Bare feet and a strawberry-print sweater.”

“......It’s really unique.”

It’s not that I’m unusual…….

Ah, Kyle Jane Meinhardt, for real!

I wanted to tear off this strawberry embroidery, but if I did that, I would become infamous in the capital as a true pervert wearing nothing.

Let’s calm down. You need to stay calm.

“But, those bare legs…… No way, he’s not wearing pants?”

I shouted, my patience quickly running out.

“I wore it?!”

What are you looking at, man? Did you see it? Don’t follow me! Don’t even whisper. Just stop paying attention to me!

“......ha.”

Being treated like a pervert by strangers was not part of my plan, but I managed to retrieve my money and items safely.

After changing into normal clothes, I returned to the palace as quickly as possible. I only have a penny or two, and it would be a shame to lose it,

“Oh, Shu. Are you here already? Your Majesty said it would take a little longer…”

As soon as I entered the imperial palace, I ran into Sen, who was strolling through the gardens. It was a stroke of luck.

I approached her with a happy expression. After a quick hello and a quick “How are you?” we reached out to shake hands.

[The overdue miracle figure is settled all at once!]

[Person, ‘Serena’ has been deleted]

…….What?

Serena, deleted? 

Who is the person in front of me then?

[A character not in the original work, ‘Sen’, has appeared.]

[To the extent that it contributes to the character’s change, it is reflected in the miracle value.]

Because I became involved in this novel, her fate changed over the course of the winter.

But what does it mean that Serena has been deleted? Sen becomes engaged to her prince, Belial… Does this mean that, unlike the original, Belial will not become the emperor this time?

System windows began to appear mercilessly before my confused eyes.

[Current miracle value 31.0%]

[Current miracle value 34.5%]

[Current miracle value 37.0%]

[Current miracle value 39.2%]

“......”

I got a little tired of that bright blue light, so I hesitated and took a step back. The instantaneous increase in miracle value seemed strange. 

Is the change in Sen’s fate a good thing for Sen? Would she be able to find her own happiness this time, without killing Kyle…..?

Whether it knew my thoughts or not, the system window, still glowing menacingly blue, just came layer after layer.

[This person is not in the information!]

[You cannot view the person’s story!]

It was a strange thing to say.

From the beginning, this story was about the contents of <Heart of Winter> being reconstructed  due to my appearance and actions. But what happens if someone becomes a different person to the point where they can’t be viewed at all?

‘Serena’ is the term for empress.

But just now, the ‘Serena’ of this story disappeared.

Why?

You don’t know the future. It can change. There are three princes of the Meinhardt Empire. Lorenz, Belial, and Kyle.

Kyle has no interest in the throne, but Belial does. He’s not dead, and he hasn’t broken off the engagement yet… Why did fate make ‘Serena’ into a non-existent person?

“Shu?”

Sen stretched her arms out to me. Seeing that worried expression, I bit my lip and took a step back.

I didn’t know what to say. What the hell had happened to the Imperial Palace while I was gone, and what would happen to Sen now that she was no longer a character?

Sen approached me. I took a step back.

Sen approached me again. I took another step back.

“......Wait, Sen. I’m sorry. I’m…..”

What expression should I make?

What should I say?

As I hesitantly stepped back, my body hit something, hard and warm. When I lifted my head to the shadow overhead, Kyle was staring down at me.

“Shu.”

In a flash, my vision snapped back. He grabbed my shoulders and spun me toward him.

Grabbing my chin and lifting it, Kyle looked at my expression, then pressed his body close to me, almost as if I was half-hugging him.

“Did you take a carriage on the way here?”

“.....No.”

I wondered for a moment whether I should tell him that I rode a horse or a donkey, but Kyle didn’t ask anymore questions, looking like he’s just asking for a good excuse.

“Okay. You must be tired.”

“......ah. Yeah, I guess so. You said we got separated halfway through, right?”

Sen smiled awkwardly, as if apologizing.

“I didn’t think of that, sorry, Shu. We’ll talk about it later, but first, let’s go inside and get some rest. The room is……”

“I’ll show you, it’s next door.”

“You sure?”

“Mhm.”

I looked up at Kyle. There was no expression on his clean-cut, stern face.

What are you thinking? He still doesn’t ask me anything. He just watches my expression, then walks away, his arm around my shoulder.

“Your Majesty.”

“.......”

“....... Your Majesty.”

“Just a little.”

He said, matching my pace.

“Just a little while. This way.”

There was more than one thing suspicious about me.

Not only did I show that unnatural expression to Sen, I arrived much earlier than expected despite not getting on the carriage, and I looked neat……

But Kyle doesn’t ask me anything. I’m a little taken aback by his attitude, as if nothing is more important than my current state. 

Rattling.

The door opened, and the two of us were gently sucked into the darkness. The curtains were closed, so I could barely make out the outlines of the furniture.

“You must be tired.”

Kyle said, placing his chin on the top of my head and hugging my waist.

“You’ll feel better when you wake up after a nap. I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep.”

It’s not that I’m not suspicious. There are so many questions I want to ask. But I don’t ask because I don’t think it’s the right time.

“I’m okay……”

Kyle cut me off with a low laugh.

“It doesn’t look very good.”

“.....”

“I’m just tired.”

Kyle would get away with anything with that excuse. At least, for today.

“You’re right.”

In the end, I responded with a light sigh.

“I’m just tired, and maybe a nap will help.”

Turning my head slightly, I saw the system window floating in the air.

There was less than 10 minutes left until ‘summon’ ended. I slipped out of Kyle’s arms and obediently laid down on the bed, and turned to him.

“Don’t worry, just go back.”

“I’ll watch you fall asleep.”

“......”

I quickly closed my eyes tightly. He was so determined to see me fall asleep, so I had no choice but to pretend to sleep. It’s awkward even thinking about it, and I don’t know if he’ll fall for it, but…….

I heard footsteps walking towards the bed. With my eyes still closed, I felt him move closer.

Stopping in one spot, Kyle gently brushed my forehead, then leaned in close enough for our lips to touch.

However, the lips that seemed like they could touch did not. His hand slowly moved away and pulled the covers a little further, and then he walked away with a small voice.

“Have a nice dream.”

The door closed, and the room was filled with silence. I lifted my hand to touch my forehead, where his fingers had been, and where his breath had grazed.

“It’s…… hot.”

Yes. It was hot.

It was as if he had transferred his heat to me.

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Caelum's Note

This chapter had me giggling ahhh I love them so much (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄). I think I might have a somewhat schedule. I'll try to get chapters out every Wednesday and either Saturday/Sunday. Hope you enjoyed this chapter, please look forward to the next one °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°.

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Your Highness by Femmeandfancyfree

Purgatory is a lonely place when you're waiting for others to arrive. Fortunately for Sonia Nevermind, she's found company in one Celestia Ludenberg.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: None apply

Pairings: FxF, Celestia Ludenberg/Sonia Nevermind

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Purgatory functioned much like Sonia’s life on Jabberwock Island had. A getaway location of sorts populated by the dearly departed. Specifically those victims of the killing games.

By human metrics it had been an unknowable amount of time since she'd actually died. She'd passed naturally while living on the island after despair was defeated. Yet, her best friend was evidently continuing to haunt the world.

Gundham Tanaka had not yet arrived in purgatory.

Yet, Sonia still stayed in the Welcome Hall, hoping she would be the first thing he sees. The two had never been an item, but Sonia would be lying to herself if she said she didn't regret never making it so.

“You can't be serious,” a familiar voice echoed.

Sonia didn't need to turn around. She resisted the instinct to roll her eyes as Celestia Ludenberg’s heels clicked against the marble floor.

“Do elaborate,” Sonia replied without looking at her.

“You're behaving very unbecomingly for royalty,” Celestia continued. “Sitting here alone in an empty hall waiting for your prince of darkness like it's a fairytale.”

Sonia didn't say anything but clenched her fists. She turned to face Celestia, glaring at her. Celestia just grinned.

“It would be far more beneficial to your spiritual growth for you to just adapt to your circumstances. That is, in my opinion,” Celestia continued as Sonia took deliberate steps toward her. Celestia stepped back, taunting her. “Though I know I've made my envy of you very clear, I am rather agitated at your insistence to waste your time waiting for a man. Quite frankly your behavior strikes me as pathetic. Like we have been instructed, we ought to focus on our immediate escape to heaven. Not on our childish obsessions with unrequited love.”

Sonia slammed Celestia’s back against the wall behind her before trapping her between both arms. The two of them held eye contact for the briefest moment. Celestia was still smiling snidely. She opened her mouth to speak again only for Sonia to immediately silence Celestia’s lips with her own. 

Sonia was demanding. Though Celestia put up a front of dignity, Sonia knew she had none. The two of them kissed passionately before Sonia finally pulled back for air.

“Fuck, Sonia-” Celestia breathed.

“To you, I am ‘your highness.’” Sonia threatened as she traced her hand up Celestia's thigh. “And it is time I taught you how to show some respect.”

Celestia couldn't hide her eagerness. As Sonia picked her up and pressed her back to the wall, Celestia wrapped her legs around Sonia's waist. Locking the two of them together as Sonia dominated Celestia’s mouth. 

Sonia once again parted from their kiss before immediately attacking Celestia’s neck. She licked and kissed at that pressure point under Celestia's skin that drove her mad. Sonia was sure she could feel Celestia’s pulse against her lips as she finally bit down on her neck.

Celestia whined and tilted her head back submissively. Completely surrendering as Sonia rubbed her through her lace underwear. 

“Do you never grow tired of being what you are not?” Sonia questioned. “Of falsifying your place in the world for the sake of fulfilling a fantasy?”

Celestia panted for a moment as she searched for words only for Sonia to interrupt her.

“You will speak when I allow it,” Sonia insisted gravely. “This is what you are. You are beneath me. Do you understand? Speak.”

“Yes, your Highness,” Celestia whispered.

“Speak louder,” Sonia said as she drew her hand away from Celestia's pulsing core. 

Celestia whined pathetically. “Yes, your Highness!” She repeated.

“Good girl,” Sonia praised in a biting tone. “That is what you are. You are no queen. You are nothing but my stress toy. You enjoy every moment of it, too. Coaxing the worst out of me for your own pleasure,” Sonia said as her hand returned to Celestia's underwear. She rubbed her through the fabric, teasing at her clit as Celestia panted and shivered.

Sonia moved the fabric of Celestia’s underwear aside before prodding at her entrance with the pads of her fingers.

“What do you want, peasant? Be a good girl and speak.”

“Fuck me, your Highness,” Celestia pleaded in a knowingly seductive purr. Her smile was devilish as she wrapped her arms over Sonia's shoulders. 

Sonia dove in for another heated kiss as she pushed her fingers inside Celestia, who dug her fingers into Sonia’s blonde hair. Holding her in their passionate embrace. 

Celestia’s voice wavered as she moaned against Sonia’s mouth. Each time they'd part for air, Sonia felt caught between hearing Celestia’s moans and the desire to just continue kissing her. For a moment Sonia just watched Celestia’s expressions as she set a steady pace with her fingers. Before Celestia could speak again she was silenced by another kiss.

“Do not speak without permission,” Sonia reminded her. “The only thing I want to hear out of that mouth are your moans.”

Celestia nodded before kissing Sonia again, prompting her to pick up her pace. As Sonia steadily fingered Celestia faster, she used her palm to press against her clit. 

Once again, Celestia parted from their kiss to breathe, only for her own staggered moans to interrupt her. 

“I can feel you getting close,” Sonia said. “Speak. What do you want?”

“I want to cum, your Highness,” Celestia begged. 

“Speak louder.”

“Please, your Highness! Please, let me cum!” Celestia begged. She was almost completely undone. Holding herself over the edge with sheer willpower alone.

Sonia smiled at her gently. “Good girl. Go on then, cum for me. Cum for your true queen.”

Sonia joyfully watched Celestia’s expression tense as she finally came. Her mouth hung open, her eyes were on Sonia. 

Sonia cooed and praised Celestia, gently pumping her fingers into her as Celestia’s orgasm rocked her to her core. 

“Good girl… What a good servant for me,” she teased as Celestia all but collapsed against her.

Had it been anybody else to call Celestia such a thing, they would be a bloody heap by now.

[masterab]

Christina giggled nervously as she pulled on the small black thong. A glimpse in the mirror of her bedroom made her see she could just as well be wearing nothing at all. Yet the small triangle of black satin, held together by some string made her feel more dressed, more comfortable and tonight she could afford no distractions.

She had to lay down on the bed to pull up her trousers. It felt a bit silly, laying there with her legs in the air pulling up the very tight trousers, but when she stood up and saw how perfectly they followed her figure, hugging her legs, thighs and bottom, they felt perfect.

It was not something she’d ever wear in public, but tonight in the dark no-one would see her. They made her feel sexy and dangerous. The knee-high boots she pulled on over them were adjusted by herself, the hard sole replaced by something soft that wouldn’t make a sound in the night.

She pulled on her black leather jacket that fitted her body just as tightly and admired the effect in the mirror. She looked perfect, just like in the movies, she decided. She picked up the black ski-mask that would hide her identity and grabbed her backpack before leaving through her bedroom window.

In the dark she made her way to an inconspicuous building just a few blocks away. Inside this building was stored the private collection of a wealthy lady in the city.

There was only one security guard. She knew because she had hired him herself. She wasn’t really going to steal from anyone – not on her first night anyway – she was breaking into her own property, just to feel the trill, to experience her fantasy.

Nothing could go wrong, she knew the security system, knew where she could enter without being detected and which path to follow so that the guard wouldn’t see her on the camera’s in the surveillance room.

Some might say it would be too easy because she knew, that it wouldn’t be a real experience, but that’s not how she felt as she slipped inside through the window, skulking through the hallways, pressing her back against the wall when necessary to avoid a camera.

Suddenly a voiced boomed in the room. “Halt! Who is there?”

She froze on the spot. The guard hadn’t been sitting in the surveillance room, but was patrolling the hallways.

She started imagining her getaway, already seeing herself dodging the light from his flash-light as she ran through the building. Her heart-beat had increased and she checked if her mask was still in place.

Suddenly the lights went on. No security-guard stumbling in the dark waving his flash-light about like in the movies she realized as the man stared right at her.

She hadn’t seen him in his uniform yet and had to admit he looked very intimidating, of course the gun he had pointed at her helped as well. Rubber bullets, she knew, but that didn’t make her any less scared.

A good cat-burgler I make. She thought of herself mockingly, caught on my first night out.

“Well well, what have I caught today.” The guard said. “Looks like a little lady who thinks herself a thief.”

Christine was glad the ski-mask hid her blush. She could tell him who she was, before he’d call the cops, but she felt too embarrassed. Perhaps she could try to escape at some point, to save her dignity. For now she surrendered to him when he told her to turn around so he could put his handcuffs around her wrists.

The guard pulled her along by her elbow to the surveillance room, probably intent on keeping her there until the authorities arrived. She wondered if he would pull off her mask before he made the call, it would solve one problem, but she still hoped he wouldn’t find out who she was.

Arrived in the small room he didn’t make any efforts to do either however, he didn’t call anyone, nor did he take off her mask. He took a chair and placed it in the middle of the room.

“I have my own way of dealing with thieves.” He said. “Especially with ones as pretty as you.”

The guard sat down on the chair and pulled her closer by her elbow, suddenly she fell forward, across his lap. His arm stopped her just in time before she toppled over.

Her hands were still cuffed behind her back and thus she lay helplessly across his knees. Her pants were tight across her bottom as he caressed her thighs and cheeks.

Inside her mask Christina bushed furiously. She had to stop him, tell him who she was. But her embarrassment had stopped her before, and the situation had only gotten worse. She couldn’t let him know it was his own boss he was about to spank.

She swallowed her pride and tried to make the best of it as his hand landed hard across her bottom. The tight trousers barely offered her any protection from his hard smacks.

Consider it a lesson, she told herself, next time you won’t make such a stupid mistake again. The thought wasn’t very comforting however, with his hand rapidly heating up her bottom, smack after smack until it was stinging hot.

“Let’s get these out of the way.” The guard said and took hold of her trousers.

With her hands cuffed on her back and her feet dangling in the air she had no way of stopping him as he rolled down her trousers, revealing her pink bottom inch by inch, all the way to her knees.

“Well these aren’t going to do you any good.” He said mockingly. “You could just as well be wearing nothing at all.” And he pulled down the small black thong as well.

The ski-mask hid her blushes as Christina’s bottom was completely bared for the guard. Her trousers around her knees stopped her from kicking, but also kept her legs closed, hopefully hiding most of her private parts she thought.

They no longer protected her from his hands however, and when he started spanking her again it was hard and painful.

The ski-mask muffled her squeals as he turned her bottom red across his lap. Christina didn’t mind a smack on her bottom, she’d even fantasized about a sexual spanking with her boyfriend, but this was something different. Her bottom felt on fire and he didn’t give her any pause.

Her backside felt on fire and she could no longer fight the pain. “Stop, please, please stop.” She cried, hoping he could hear her through the mask.

The guard didn’t stop right away, but kept landing those smacks on her bottom making her squeal until he was satisfied by the result.

Finally, she felt his hand stroking her hot sore flesh as the spanking was over. Her legs were still pressed together, but he managed to push two fingers between her thighs.

Christina blushed furiously when she felt him explore her pussy.

“Feels wet, seems like this bad kitty has enjoyed her punishment.”

Again, she was thankful for the ski-mask hiding her blush. She couldn’t possibly be wet she thought, not after that embarrassing punishment; but then why had she never made an attempt to stop him? When he told her to stand up and she shifted her position she could feel he was right. She was wet with excitement, it had even spread between her thighs.

“Pull up those trousers.” The guard said after undoing her cuffs, and after pulling up her thong, Christina slowly rolled up her trousers.

The fabric felt sticky against the moisture on her thighs, and then came her bottom. She had to force the pants to fit around her swollen red cheeks. It stung and burned, and when she finally had them on, the feeling didn’t go away. They hugged her bottom tight, pressing against her, making her feel every smack she had just received. The smile on the security-guard’s face told her he was aware of her discomfort.

He stood up in front of her, very close. “I don’t want to see you here again, ever, do you hear.”

Christina nodded, embarrassed yet excited.

The guard’s hand reached out and smacked her sore bottom again. “Answer me.”

“Yes sir.” She said, the ski-mask didn’t seem to distort her voice at all, he must have just been ignoring her pleas.

“Good.” He looked at her threateningly. “Should I catch you trying to break in again, next time I won’t be so lenient.”

Christina reached around and grabbed her sore bottom, wondering how this could be considered lenient.

“Next time, that outfit of yours will be coming off completely, I’ll just let you keep that mask, and then when I have you naked I’ll bend you over that table over there and let you feel my belt. Do you understand?” The guard said.

She nodded again and then quickly added “yes, Sir” before he could spank her again.

He gave her the smack anyway. “Now get out of my sight.”

The next day, Christina woke up early. She had run straight home after her misadventure, straight for her bed.

A look in the mirror told her her bottom was still pink but not as red as the night before. She winced and picked a dress with a very loose skirt to wear today. She normally didn’t wear a thong under something that was this susceptible to the wind, but today she wanted nothing to touch her bottom more than necessary.

When she checked her voice-mail she got a message from the security-guard she’d only seen a couple of hours ago. She was afraid to face him, but told herself he couldn’t know it had been her.

She wondered why he wanted to talk to her. He hadn’t really followed protocol last night she realized, he should have called the cops. Of course she couldn’t berate him on that without betraying how she knew.

When she arrived at the compound he waited for her in the surveillance room. His guards uniform and the room around them reminded her vividly of last night as her dress brushed against her bottom.

The guard offered her a chair and when she declined a strange smile crossed his face. It almost looked as if he knew, knew why she didn’t want to sit down today or why she was wearing this dress in particular.

“There was a burglar last night.” He said.

Christina wondered how she should react, why was he telling her? “Really, I didn’t get any message, didn’t you call the police?”

He smiled at her. “No, I took care of it my own way.”

She didn’t know how to react to his smugness. “Are you sure that was wise, won’t they just come back?”

He looked at the chair she had declined and said: “Oh I’m sure it was very effective.”

Christina blushed, he knew, she was sure of it. Had he recognized her voice? It seemed the most plausible answer. He had chosen not to tell her he knew however, just like he had chosen not to take off her mask.

She felt strangely aroused by the thought that he was letting her keep her secret, in exchange for her ignoring he hadn’t done as he should. She felt very well trapped.

“Well I’m sure you’re more experienced in these things than I am.” She replied.

She thought about last night again, she hadn’t fallen asleep immediately after going to bed. She had fantasized about being spanked by his belt, completely naked and bent over the table she was now leaning against. Her pants would no longer stop him from spreading her legs, offering him full access to her, and not just with his fingers this time.

“If you think your methods are efficient, I permit you to use them should this burglar return.”

The smile on his face told her that he understood, including the hidden meaning of her words. She felt herself blushing as she left.

Once at home, Christina gathered her outfit from where she had dropped it the night before. She waited for the day to end and then returned to her compound.

She wasn’t going to let herself be caught of course. She tried her best to be sneaky, to avoid capture.

“I thought I might see you again today.” A now familiar voice said.

Christina blushed, suddenly a bit nervous. She had fantasized about what was about to happen yes, but maybe she’d also hoped to defeat him this time. The belt did sound like a scary consequence for failing to do so.

Moments later she found herself back in the surveillance room, stripped fully naked and bent over the guard’s desk. She bushed heavily, her mask the only thing protecting her identity from the guard she employed herself.

The guard placed one hand on her lower back, pushing her down. The other came down hard on her backside.

Christina moaned and squealed as her buttocks bounced beneath the onslaught. Her bottom quickly turned red, but this time she also felt the excitement building between her legs.

When the guard stepped away, pulling the belt from his trousers, Christina whimpered, her bottom already on fire.

The belt wished through the air, a loud crack echoing in the room as it landed on her bottom an Christina squealed. Again and again, the guard swung the leather implement, drawing broad red strikes across her backside.

Christina bit her lips, moaned and squealed, but despite the pain could not deny her excitement evoked by her punishment.

Over and over, the belt striped her bottom, sending ripples of flesh along her buttocks and shivers of pain all across her backside.

When the guard stopped, placing his hand on her sore bottom, she whimpered.

“I hope you’re learning that this is not the right place for you to rob, young lady.” He said.

“It’s perfect.” Christina disagreed. “Where else would I have the opportunity to practice my skills with such an effective method of encouragement as your belt?”

“Well, if you’re going to use my expertise as an advantage in your training, there should be something in it for me too.” The guard replied, letting his hand slid down her bottom, grasping her pussy.

Christina blushed, yet moaned at the same time. During her first spanking he had touched her as well, but her trousers around her knees had prevented her from spreading her legs. Now she was fully naked and her legs already wide, her wet pussy on full display.

“I’d pay any price.” She said. “For one day I will successfully rob this place and it will have all been worth it.”

“Stay down.” The guard said.

Christina obeyed, but looked over her shoulder to see him grab a pack of condoms from his desk. She blushed slightly, realizing he must’ve placed them there after their last conversation. There was no doubt left in her mind that he knew exactly who she was and how much she had enjoyed being treated like this.

“I think you’re wrong.” The guard said. “You may try a hundred times, but all you will end up with is a red bottom and my cock inside your pussy; which is the price you’ll pay for your failed attempts.”

Christina blushed as the guard grabbed her by the hips. She was paying him to do this in a way, she realized. As the owner of the place he was guarding, she was his employer. In fact, the spanking she’d received was at her own command, for she’d told him to do as he pleased with anyone he caught trespassing.

By keeping on the mask, she submitted full control over to him and there was not a thought in her head that said to take it off.

She moaned deeply when he thrusted his erect cock inside of her. As he fucked her however, she vowed to someday successfully beat him. Until then though, she’d be at his mercy when she was caught.

That didn’t matter though. Just like stealing her own stuff was never the goal of her nights out; this too was more about the journey than the destination. The spanking and fucking was what she really wanted and they were what had her trembling, bent over the guard’s desk, her bottom on fire and her insides contracting as the orgasm took hold of her body.

[eddiethekaspbrak]

baby. baby. baby, baby, baby.

it was like crack. eddie felt high, hearing richie call him baby. it broke something in his brain, unleashing everything he'd been holding in for decades. eddie whined -- like a goddamn animal, he whined -- hands flying up to grab at richie's face and bring it right back to his.

eddie slammed back into him, letting his erection rub against richie's thigh without any attempt to hide it. why would he? richie wanted this, too. more than that: richie was asking for it. he was using his fucking manners -- something eddie had never heard -- politely asking eddie to hurry up and give him more. so he would. of course he would. eddie would give richie anything. everything.

he nodded his head and closed that remaining distance, having been patient for long enough. eddie's lips melted against richie's, but within seconds, he had them parted, tongue slipping out taste the bourbon they'd been sharing earlier on.

now it was his turn to moan. eddie's hands slipped out of richie's hair and sunk down to his chest, spreading out over his pectorals, then drawing in to find the stupid fucking buttons keeping richie's shirt closed.

while he started fumbling his way through them, eddie shifted. he shifted, just an inch, and --

"fuck. jesus. fuck."

eddie broke the kiss with a heavy pant of air. he looked at richie with wide eyes and blown pupils, entirely overwhelmed by the feeling of richie's erection rubbing against his own -- even by accident.

eddie gripped richie's shirt in his fists and used it as an anchor, swaying his hips a little to make it happen again. then again. then again. another moan escaped him, his cock throbbing, straining against his briefs as he rubbed the crotch of his jeans into richie's. before long, he was rutting against him, using the bulge of richie's covered erection to relieve his needs like some horny, clueless teenager.

so much for dignity. so much for proving himself any kind of talented. eddie was simply frantic, like he was possessed by his own fucking need for richie tozier.

eddie put one hand back up into richie's hair, bringing himself in to rest his head on richie's shoulder. he exhaled a short, shaky breath, wondering if richie would stop him, or if he'd let eddie grind his dick against him until they both made a sticky, embarassing mess of their pants.

"fuck. rich -- rich -- i need you. i fucking need you."

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✘ . *. ⋆ TIME HAD A FUNNY WAY OF ESCAPING ONE WHEN IN MOMENTS LIKE THIS. when the pleasure became overwhelming , when the desire for another person got so intense that all one could do was go after them and kiss them just as PASSIONATELY as he was kissing eddie right now.

it was like an instinct to richie at this point. putting his hands on eddie , his lips on eddie , to reach for eddie and feel his body on his as SENSUALLY && NEEDY as he was right now.

he couldn't deny the rush of heat that throbbed between his legs , and he decided to briefly chase it , his hips bucking against eddie's , hoping the smaller man could feel the FRICTION of his clothed erection against his thigh. it certainly did something for him , that familiar sensation of pleasure shooting through his body and eliciting another moan against eddie's lips.

his noises only grew in volume the more eddie kissed him , his lips finding richie's jawline in a way that nearly made the taller man's knees BUCKLE underneath him. his body was quickly turning to the consistency of putty underneath eddie's hands , his lips , his body , undeniably wanting every part of him for himself.

a slight disappointed whine left him when eddie pulled back , but the moment the noise fell from his lips , his lungs began practically SCREAMING for air , his chest moving up and down in rapid succession , fighting for breath.

❝ b-baby , please — ❞ he only paused as he stumbled backwards , letting eddie guide him despite him having almost a good five inches and maybe forty pounds on him. he gasped out , his cheeks flushed red , his arms like pudding , his arousal absolutely STRAINING against his jeans. ❝ j-just ... hurry up and show me what you got — c-can't wait — ❞

[pocoyo-yo]

[Vanilla Wafers- Draken x F!Reader]

Summary: Y/N and Draken have been hooking for a while now and Y/N has a big secret that is about to be unveiled.

Warnings: smut, F/M, daddy kink, lots of degradation, some praise, cheating, cum play? (I guess, bro I don't really know), dirty talk, this is post timeskip, slight overstimulation, pet names, humiliation, vaginal intercourse, public sex, did I say degradation?, unprotected sex (or just imagine Y/N has birthcontrol idgaf) !!!CONTAINS SLIGHT MANGA SPOILERS!!!

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

-Part Two-

It had been so long that you had forgot how this even started.

But you knew you didn't want it to end.

Your eyes rolled back in your eyes as large hands dug into your plush ass. You uncovered your mouth and choked on tears as your knees gave out.

"Draken! D-Draken it's too much!"

His entire office was filled with the sound of you desperately trying to hide your moans, Draken shamelessly groaning as he took you from behind, and his abdomen slapping against your ass with each of his thrusts.

"Fuck- don't act like you can't take it, how many times have I fucked you on this desk?" He taunted but the only reply that left your lips was a high pitch squeal. Draken's thrusts grew faster and his cock brushed against your cervix everytime he moved, "Everyone knows why you come here- it's not that hard to figure out if you leave with messy hair, hickey's, and your legs wobble everytime you try to take a step."

You whimpered, your jaw went slack as a series of moans left your lips. "Fuck- oh fuck s'good!" You cried out and Draken chuckled, his thumb stroked the curve of your ass.

"Yo Draken," There was a knock at his office door, "the new tools arrived."

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks as you clawed at Draken's desk, you wanted to stop moaning but you couldn't, you felt too good- way too good to not make any noise.

"Yeah- fuck- can you sort them out for me?" Draken questioned like he wasn't literally taking you from behind at that very moment.

"Yeah, got it."

Just like that the conversation was over and you felt nothing but embarrassed. You knew he could hear you from the other side of that door. Draken was right at the fact you had become his well known hookup.

"Do you know who that was, baby?" He asked and you nodded slowly. "Mhm it- it was Inui!" You whined and he chuckled. "Yeah it was, yet you kept moaning like a whore and I know you're not a whore, you're not a slut either so do you just lack the dignity?" Draken grunted and you sniffled while tears clung onto your bottom lashes, "I dunno..."

"You don't know? So what," Draken pulled out and flipped you on your back. You stared up at him with teary eyes and he placed his thumb under your bottom lip. "Can you not think? Do you not have a brain up there," Your lip trembled as Draken dragged his fingers down you neck and over your breasts, giving them a squeeze. "I doubt that since you came to me in lingerie that was my favorite color and these pretty thigh highs so you had to have put some thought into that." Draken concluded and you gasped as he pushed his cock back inside you with one swift movement.

"Tell me sweetheart, what's got you acting like a whore?"

You let out a loud moan as Draken pushed your legs back against your chest and rolled his hips against you slowly. "Hold your legs." He said and you took over the job of keeping your legs spread. You two had fucked like this before but you always found it embarrassing, you were so spread open for him- he could see everything clearly. Draken placed a hand on your pelvis and rubbed your clit with his thumb, you threw your head back and gasped.

Draken muttered, "Come on, tell me baby."

"...I-It's you- I'm only a whore for you Ken- only you!" You confessed and his stared down at you with a grin, his cock felt like it got even more hard inside of you.

"Me? So you're saying it's my fault?" He scoffed as he leaned down. Your faces were only inches apart. You shook your head and tried to explain but Draken began to thrust into you quickly. You bit down on your bottom lip and squeezed your eyes shut while Draken's pelvis slapped against your skin.

"But why'd you come to me hm? I'm well aware that you have a boyfriend,"

Draken whispered as he leaned into your ear.

"Is Mikey not enough for you?"

Your eyes shot open and you looked at Draken with a nervous expression but all he did was kiss your temple. "Y-You knew..." You mumbled. Draken pulled away just a bit and chuckled. "You're the head of Botens girl how could I not? So be a bit grateful," Draken gripped your hips. "Cause if we get found out by Boten do you know whose in for it?" He asked.

You began, "You-" Draken shushed you.

"That's not my name, princess." Draken hummed.

Draken pulled his finger away and you stared up at him nervously. You murmured, "...Daddy'll be in for it."

"Oh? Well damn," Draken grinned. "I wasn't going for that but shit I'll take it."

You pressed your lips against Draken's and let go of your legs. (but it didn't really matter because Draken was pressed so close against you) You ran your fingers through his long black hair as his cock slid in and out of you at a rapid speed. Your slick covered your thighs and with each thrust it dampened Draken's pants. You moaned into the kiss, letting Draken's tongue explore every inch of your mouth. Your clit throbbed due to his cock dragging against it every time he moved.

"So you're Daddy's little whore huh? I bet you like getting tossed around between two men like this," You dug your nails into Draken's back as his cock continuously brushed against your sweetspot. "Don't you, princess?"

Tears rolled down your hot cheeks. "I-It's not like that- ohhhh fuck," You tugged on his silky locks. "I'm close! M-M'close Daddy!" You cried out as your pussy tightened around Draken's cock. Your stomach twisted and turned in the most uncomfortable way and you dug your nails into Draken's scalp as your toes curled.

"Are you going to come for me, baby?"

You nodded eagerly.

"Uh huh go and come on Daddy's cock, princess." Draken groaned and right as his cock slammed into your cervix. Your eyes rolled back in your head and a loud moan left your lips as your came all around Draken's cock. You hid your face in the crook of Draken's neck while you pressed your nails further into his skin.

"That's it," Draken chuckled. "I knew you had a brain up there."

Broken sobs left your lips as Draken continued to fuck you through your high. Your pussy was absolutely sensitive and your legs wouldn't stop shaking. "How about you taste Daddy's cum this time," You then felt Draken slowly pull out of your cunt and you watched with confusion as he sat up straight. "So when you go back to Mikey and be all lovey dovey- kissing him and shit...he'll know Boten's little princess was fucking another man." Draken teased.

Your legs fell limp on the desk, they were spread wide with your swollen pussy on display and Draken held the base of his twitching cock. "Stick out your tongue f'Daddy." He ordered and you didn't hesitate to do so.

He grunted as he began to stroke his cock right in front of your face. You pressed your sore thighs together as the already red tip was growing even redder. Draken groaned, "Fuck princess..."

You watched as Draken cheeks flushed pink while he furrowed his brows before you squeezed your eyes shut. His cum then shot on your tongue and some your face. You opened one eyes since the other had cum dripping over your eyelid.

"Such a pretty sight...swallow,"

Draken whispered and you closer your mouth and swallowed his cum the best you could. It was warm and slightly salty, honestly you hated every second of swallowing it.

"Show me."

You stuck out your tongue once again and earned a smile from Draken. "That's a good girl," He gathered some tissues and cleaned your face off gently. "you're such a spoiled little princess." He hummed and you felt your face grow warm with nervousness.

Draken threw away the tissues and fixed himself up before gathering your lingerie set and and the short dress you had wore when you came to the shop earlier. He helped clean you up a bit more and honestly you started to feel that maybe he was spoiling you for you only being a hookup.

You slid on your lace panties and clipped on the top of your lingerie. You braced yourself as you stood up from Draken's desk and a wince immediately left your lips. "Hey, take it easy." Draken warned you and you shook your head, "I...I have to go Ken."

Draken sighed as you fumbled with your dress and forced you to look up at him. "...Don't take what I said seriously, there's nothing you have to worry about." He explained and you stared off to the side. "Why didn't you tell me you knew I was dating Mikey?" You questioned and Draken was quiet for a moment, "I wanted to see if you would ever tell me buuut I got lost in the heat of moment so I guess now you know that I know."

Draken stroked your cheek with his thumb and kissed you deeply, "Be safe, princess."

You nodded shyly as you slid on your flats while Draken ushered to the door of his office, still shirtless. You caught a glimpse of his back and damn did you fuck it up. He looked like a tiger, each scratch was red and puffy and had you check under your nails to see if you didn't take any of his skin with you.

You could barely walk straight and Draken rolled his eyes as he opened his office door.

You stepped out before quickly turning around, "Ken, I-" Just like earlier he shushed you but this time you frowned.

"Don't say shit you might regret...hey do ya know what you remind me of Y/N,"

You shook your head with a scoff, "What?"

"Vanilla Wafers." Draken said.

You raised a brow.

"Everyone wants a piece of you and even though you know it's wrong you let 'em have it. 'Cause in your own way you're just too sweet for your own good."

-[I REALLY THOUGHT I ATE WITH THAT TITLE DROP 😭💀 ...this is definitely getting a part two btw]-

[kongkhoi]

do i need to tell you again?

character: scaramouche

warnings: smut, degradation, dom scaramouche, biting, teasing, orgasm denial, blowjob, swallowing cum, hair pulling, creampie, afab reader

word count: 1.8k

a/n: not proofread, enjoy (?)

“sc-scaramouche! ah-”

you’re laying on the bed, the man above you pinning your wrists down into the plush surface. his head is in the crook of your neck, hungrily licking and sucking, marking you as his. he relishes in your sounds and in your scent, his control slipping with every noise you squeak out. he wants to take you then and there. 

it’s absolutely hypnotic to him. how sensitive you seem to be, how he can feel your hands clenching tighter, how your thighs are on the verge of shaking from desire. he wills himself to prolong the moment. extend his patience. 

after all, who knows what cute sounds you’d let out if he were to.. 

you let out a repressed squeal when he bites down into the soft flesh of your neck, leaving you panting. you try to hold back your noises, biting your lip. 

“bastard,” you manage to spit out. “that’s gonna leave a mar- nngh!”

you’re interrupted when he harshly sucks on that same spot, almost making him laugh at your sudden silence. he smugly chuckles against your skin, continuing his kisses. he trails up your now-sensitive neck, to your jawline, to the corner of your mouth. you can’t stop the mewls that spill from your lips, your mind going blank. 

he takes a second to see what’s become of you. face flushed, lips rosy and swollen, pupils blown wide, marks littering your neck. with a low growl in his throat, he licks his lips at the sight.

“already so needy. i’ve barely even started,” he teases, his voice lilting ever so slightly. it sends a shiver down your spine.

you open your mouth to respond. to deny, to retort, anything. but his lips crash into yours before you do, robbing you of whatever you had to say. his kisses are breathtaking. ravenous but reticent. rough and yet ever so slightly laced with sweetness. before long, he has your back arching and your hips desperately rolling into his--despite any of your claims to want otherwise. heat pools between your legs more and more by the second, making you crave for any kind of relief through friction. but you wouldn’t dare let him know about that.

scaramouche pulls away, meeting your eyes, loving the way your eyes look distant and hazy. smirking, he releases your hands to trail one down to your slick cunt sopping with arousal. your eyes widen at his touch, wanting to become undone with just his fingers alone, only your pride stopping you from outright begging.

“look at this, he hisses. he brings his hand into view, his fingers glistening with your slick. aware of every detail, you take a sharp breath in, entranced.

“such a slut. this wet already? i can only wonder what goes on in your head right now.” he smirks. bringing his fingers to his mouth, he slowly drags his tongue along them. he maintains eye contact, not for a moment missing any of your reactions.

the feeling in your gut tightens at that, almost making you whimper. 

with your hands now free, you flip him over with you on top. you’re freeing his cock from it’s confines when he grabs your hair and tugs, making you moan and look up at him.

“ah, ah, ah,” he reprimands.

it’s a simple gesture. yet for some reason it sets a fire within you. you want to see him cry out in pleasure and yet you obey, staying a hair’s breadth away from his angry cock. you’re eager and awaiting, even enjoying the ache his grasp on you brings.

so you feign annoyance. “what is it this time,” you grunt.

“as nice it would be to have you doing this on your own accord, i could only imagine what a view it would be if i did...this.” his grip on your hair tightens enticingly.

“open,” he commands, and you do, leaving your mouth wide open for him to use like a toy.

not wasting any time, he brings your head down onto his cock. you gag at the sudden intrusion and he lets out a low moan at the sudden tightness your throat brings. tears sting the corners of your eyes and your glare shoots daggers up at him, making the man laugh.

“it only gets rougher from here. but i’m sure you already know that, whore.”

you suck harshly on his dick in retaliation, shutting him up with a grimace.

he thrusts up into your mouth again, building up a regular pace. gagging and choking on his cock, you elicit long, drawn out moans from scaramouche. fucking his cock into you deeper, his breath hitches, his other hand tangling into your hair as well. 

you swirl your tongue around his length and groan, making him pull your mouth off of him.

breathing heavily, he demands, “what do you think you’re doing?”

“can’t handle it?” you chuckle. the spit your escaping from your mouth and the darkened blush on your face drives him crazy. before he can answer, you blow hot breath onto the tip of his cock.

eyes darkening, he grips onto your locks once again, his cock filling your mouth. the even faster pace and the lack of air makes your head spin and your vision blur.

heavy breathing fills the room as you continue to struggle for air, the man above you adoring just how tight and warm your throat is around him as his visage contorts in pleasure. the tears falling from your lust-shrouded eyes is the icing on the cake, and it’s not long after until scaramouche shoots hot cum down your throat.

he releases his grip on your hair and you pull off, wiping the tears from your cheeks. you’re finally able to breathe when he shoves you onto the bed again, your back meeting the cushiony mattress.

scaramouche positions himself between your legs, gripping your thighs so tightly it was sure to bruise. but you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t like it. after much anticipation on your end, he hauls your legs over his shoulder, and easily slips his cock into your sloppy cunt, making you cry out.

“hah, you’re not even putting up a fight anymore. has my stupid little slut finally come to her senses?”

you manage to squeak out a response.

“hm? speak up,” he sneers.

“yes!”

he raises an eyebrow and pauses. “yes, what?”

you hesitate to answer. but the way the desire pools in your stomach is more than enough to make you swallow whatever dignity you have left. anything to relieve the burning ache that only builds.

“i... i need you to fuck me, scara. please.”

“not good enough.” he begins to stroke his cock, to send a message. “if you keep this up, i’ll leave you here and get off by myself. so tell me. what do you want me to do to you?”

your throat bobs as you gulp. with a deep breath, you beg. “please. please i need you to fuck me, scaramouche. i-i’m your dumb slut and only yours, just pl- ngh! ah s-so big!-”

upon his bottoming out into you, the only thing you can do is curl your toes and throw your head back in pleasure as his cock drags so deliciously between your walls and his skillful fingers rub circles into your sensitive clit. you can only grip the bedsheets and watch with blurred vision as he thrusts deep into you.

scaramouche fucks into you and ravages you better than you ever could with those fingers and toys. almost pulling out, he rams back into your tight cunt, making you scream. “i can’t -ngh- i can’t, scara-”

“take it,” he growls in between thrusts. “you’re gonna take anything i give you, understood?” 

his head perfectly aimed at that spot you love, hitting it with every thrust makes your mind go blank. it feels so good, you can’t help but babble out incoherent “yes, thank you”s and “feels good!”s. the coil tightening in your stomach and the way you clench around his dick tells him everything he needs to know.

right before you can cum, he pulls out of you, eliciting a whine from your lips, now bitten raw and red.

“hah,” he pants. “bend over. the side of the bed. c’mon, you can do it.”

it takes a few seconds to process. “b-”

“do i have to repeat myself?”

you blush and shake your head, doing as he says. your ass now exposed, back arched, cunt dripping, you manage to comply. the lack of vision you have in the new position sends goosebumps across your skin.

he rests his hands on your hips and caresses your ass, making you shiver. he lines up his cock to your welcoming entrance, groaning at how it sucks him in so nicely. wet, hot, and tight for him, he bottoms out into you. its cruel and torturous, the pace he sets. his cock kissing your g-spot, you press into the mattress at the pleasure it gives you. but you want more. and he knows it.

“more! please,” you sob. “f-faster!”

“all you had to do was ask.”

the harsh thrusts and his fingers digging into your stomach bring you closer and closer to your high. your whimpers and moans come out higher pitched as you near your climax.

it hits powerfully, amplified by your previous denied orgasm. you near scream into the bed, your sobs muffled and your tears flowing. but he doesn’t stop there. you’re still sensitive when scaramouche bends down to whisper in your ear, “god, you’re so -nngh- so tight! does my cock feel that good? going stupid already?”

you try to respond, but can’t form the words. your tight hole clenching tighter around his cock at his venomous words.

“you like that? is that gonna make you cum? go on, then.”

your thighs have long given out, your body convulsing under him. mind screaming from the pleasure the overstimulation brings, hearing nothing but scaramouche’s voice and the sound of wet skin against skin. it’s all too much. you cum for the second time, making him groan at the feeling.

he thrusts harder into you, causing you to cry out. his voice husky and moans broken, his hips stuttering, and his legs giving out, he cums inside. the hot liquid shooting deep mixes with your own slick and cum, slowly dripping out as he pulls out of your used hole. he uses two fingers to swipe up as much as he can and stuff it back into you.

“good,” he pants.

you tilt your head to the side, face red. “mmm. good?”

he nods. he moves the stray hair away from your face and sits down, fixing your body in a more comfortable position. “yeah. we’ll sort things out in the morning.” he pulls a blanket over the two of you. “rest up.”

you sigh as you take one last look at him. “alright.”

[toiletwipes]

COCKWARMING/HUMAN • DAY TEN OF KINKTOBER

Summary: A college, Halloween town and you've gone dressed as absolute bare minimum. But all you're wearing is thigh highs and an incredibly long button down. It catches the pretty boy's attention. Nice going, harlot. It's a win for you considering you have a thing for pretty boys.

Word Count: ~1.7k words

Character: George

Warning: its in a public place but george is nice enough not to be a dick and also its consensual but youre both drunk so. keep that in mind.

Kinktober Masterlist

tag list: @oyakuya@ruminationnn@despicablenotions@grrrlsagainsthumanity@wolfie-doggo@boiled-onionrings@struggling-with-time@midnighthasstruck@modx-reborn@dreamwvrld

~

This boy had been too pretty to avoid, your eyes always seeking him out whether you could hold it back or not. Tonight was no different.

Someone popular on campus was friends with someone rich and that’s how you’re sipping on something expensive while sitting by yourself at a party. You still had work to do. But it’s Halloween, so you relented, did as much as you could until your friends had to drag you away from the computer and sat you down at a vanity.

Your friends, all giggly from the pre-game shots, took turns dabbing brushes with products on the bristles onto your face, the sturdiest hand of the four of them drew soft wings on your eyelids. Accentuating the smokey eye bestowed upon you, courtesy of the cosmetology major. And yet, as soon as the party was underway and you had a drink in your hand while trying to get out of the most boring conversation ever with someone who was hardly your type- they all abandoned you.

Then the pretty boy of the campus had walked in. George. Everyone loved George, in spite of his quiet personality, he was all wide smiles and genuine banter. Plus the scruff on his chin and somewhat lean body, he was easy on the eyes.

Definitely a sight for sore ones, too.

You didn’t hold the staring back, taking a sip from your blue solo cup and he turned his head, making direct eye contact. His shoulders roll back as he twists his neck back and forth. Tossing a few words over his shoulder, he kept an eye on you.

It probably didn’t help that you’re wearing somebody’s white button down and hardly anything else. You’re not sure whose idea it had been in the first place but nobody was complaining too much. You certainly didn’t care that much. Might be that much easier.

Squeezing your thighs, you avert your eyes, trying to have some dignity, while half-naked while also at a Halloween party. Trying is the key word.

“I’ve seen you somewhere, but I can’t remember where-” George comes towards you, having already started the conversation for you, how considerate. You smile behind the lip of the cup.

“I have been told I have one of those faces. I definitely would have remembered your face, though.” You respond, leaning back into your seat and holding it away from your mouth, aware that your oversized shirt slid higher on your thighs. With the way he kept his eyes there, tongue darting out of his mouth to wet his lips tells you all you need to know.

He was also aware.

“But what’s a boy like you doing out here? I’m sure there are better parties happening tonight,” your head tilts, curious to hear his answer. You already had a hunch.

His smile is wide, naturally so with his mouth. His wide mouth. You can’t look away from there. “My friends are throwing the party, thought it would be nice to drop by and grace everyone with my presence.”

“Glad you did.” You smile back, leaning forward a little to put the drink on the table in front of your knees, he leans closer to your personal space, eyes refusing to move from your figure. The way your legs crossed, the way you didn’t care what the shirt showed the world. “It was starting to get boring.”

“You’re confident for someone who’s not wearing underwear,” he comments, taking a sip from his own cup.

Of course, ice filled your veins but you knew better than to give in.

“Don’t I have to be? Keep their eyes on me to make sure they miss the show below?” And yeah, not your best line, you’re cringing at how awful it was inside your head, but his smile gets bigger somehow, reaching past his eyes. A laugh pulled out of him as if he wasn’t trying to suppress it.

“What’s your name by the way?” He asks, an arm coming up on the couch’s edge behind him, leaning his temple on a relaxed palm. Your heart sits in your throat, but you’re floating on a nice high, wanting to shake it right out of George, whatever he’d done to you. You lean closer with a tiny smile of your own and tell him, “whatever you want it to be, baby.”

His smile doesn’t leave, it’s his eyes that dart from your gaze to your lips, seeing the way you’d bitten it, the way your tongue swiped off the mint gloss from the beginning of the night. The way you looked only at him.

“How do you feel about doing something crazy?” He asks, a hand reaching out to mess with the buttons of your shirt. You don’t look away from his face. Smile still wide on his face. Couldn’t even see the pupils in his eyes, but you’re not too caught up in that. You can’t get over the way his stare made you feel.

“What do you have in mind?” And from the way his eyes managed to light up even more, you wanted to know everything about him.

He takes your hand into his warm grasp and he stands up, staring into your eyes the entire time. Squeezing your fingers, he leads you away from the main chaotic crowd.

~

You’re biting gasps down, burying your head into the crook of George’s neck with your legs straddling his waist. Feeling way too hot with the way this blanket had been draped over you. “I know what it’s like to be clingy while drunk but are you sure you’re okay George, I mean-” you heard your friends clamor around him while you pretended to be sleepy and tired and clingy on the prettiest boy you ever seen.

You can also hear the whoops and hollers of the boys playing some game on the new Xbox, feel the vibrations from George’s casual laugh. He waves them off. He doesn’t mind, he tells them. And being pressed up so close against him, chest to chest, you were addicted to the way you could feel him. Loved the way he spoke. Loved hearing him speak too. Adored the way he wrapped an arm around your back over the blanket. Liked the way he told them that he’d make sure I get home safe too.

If you had it your way, you would be going home with him. Hopefully. Maybe.

But you had to get past this.

Past this moment where his cock is buried inside you and you’re completely surrounded and it’s fucking hard to do it when he adjusts you every other second. Where you are completely at his mercy.

He could rip the blanket away, give the guys a show as he forces you to bounce you on his cock, hands pulling your cheeks away so they can all get a look. (Oh the thought makes you clench around him, feeling every curve and vein on him. You can feel the sharp intake he does, feeling both of your hearts race faster and faster.) But he doesn’t do that. Doesn’t even hint that there’s anything wrong with you. Just a sleepy drunk who happened to drape themself on him.

When your friends take the hint and leave, all patting your head and saying goodnight, he wraps his arms tighter, leaning his cheek against the back of yours. You feel so full, he barely stretched you beforehand. Slipping a finger inside of you after you lathered it with your spit, he barely had a moment to think when he heard people approaching. And because the two of you liked crazy, you had to bite into his neck when his head popped inside of you, whining quietly to yourself. And then the guys emerged from the staircase.

And it leads you to now, where he keeps moving his hips every now and then, holding you close and keeping the kind and considerate friend facade up.

It leads to the moment where the group playing the game, they heard some commotion happening outside, a fight maybe, and although you’ve definitely seen George run to watch a fight, he declines their polite offer to carry you with them. None of them give him shit. All of them leave the upper living room.

It’s quiet inside, not a peep from anywhere in the house. Everyone is outside. And if they’re not, then they’re probably doing the same thing as you were.

George is quick to push the blanket from over your shoulders, helping you unbutton the shirt till it opens without fuss. Not wasting a second, his lips are wrapped around the bud of your nipple, lapping at your chest, holding your back close to him as your head tipped back. It’s useless to hold back any noises you made, moving your hips as you fucked yourself on him.

One of his hands comes to your other nipple, pinching it and switching with his mouth. And it builds, the tightening feeling in your lower stomach, the pleasure blinding your senses until all you could say was his name. A hand grips at your chin, holding your face still as the other hand was tight on your waist, his own hips bucking up at a bruising pace. “Look at me,” he said, with his eyes barely open, but he stares, keeping eye contact with you even after you cry his name. Squeezing around him and losing yourself in his eyes, a few tears slip as you ride out your orgasm, feeling boneless everywhere.

He fucks you through it, squeezing your waist with his hands past the point where you had a faint thought of tomorrow. Tomorrow’s bruises that’ll make your stomach flutter at the reason. He fucks you through his own orgasm, even a little past it, when you knew the both of you were extra sensitive. He pants as he speaks, “you just feel too good to leave, like you were made for my cock.” And though most of your thinking abilities are gone, you couldn’t help the moan that slips past your lips. It was small, but for him, it was enough. Enough for him to tease his cock against your skin, rubbing some of the excess cum on there, on your ass. “Think you can go another round?”

Fuck.

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟕𝐭𝐡

nsfw below!

" Look, Xiao, you're taking it so well, like a good boy."

Xiao let out a muffled moan, his noises being muffled by the makeshift gag you had shoved into his mouth quite some time ago. The fabric was now soaked with his saliva, as he was being fucked senseless, and it was even under threat of slipping from his mouth at times, as his jaw had gone slack at every few intervals. Really now, he was getting rather sloppy. He had came yet again, and honestly, you'd lost track of how many times, but judging by the milky white pool of cum spurted on his stomach and thighs, he came quite a lot.

His thick eyelashes fluttered rapidly, as tears welled up and welled into those trembling golden eyes of his. Even with his fucked out gaze and his hazy mind, he still had it in him to try and come as close to you as possible, desperate to have even the slightest amount of your touch on his bare body. But you were rather cruel, and you wouldn't let him have even the slightest amount of relief just now. No, you'd give it to him when you damn well pleased.

" It's so deep inside of you Xiao. Can you feel it?" you whispered, bringing your lips near the shell of his ear, causing him to shiver, a particularly high-pitched whimper managing to sneak itself from the confines of the gag. " I bet it's...right here," you breathed out, trailing a finger down the middle of his chest, slowly making way down to his stomach. You stopped, before slowly adding pressure with the tip of your pointer finger, causing Xiao to arch his back, and you grinned. You could actually feel somewhat of a bulge, moving with each thrust that was made into his tight ass.

" Mmmp!Hnghh-!Ghhh!"

Well, you had put a rather generously sized tentacle deep inside of his pretty hole, so it would make sense that it was fucking so deeply into him that it would prod upwards, causing a sizeable bulge in his tummy. Xiao knew it too, as he violently jerked about, his toes curling like he was desperately trying to run away from the onset of pleasure. Well, it's not like he couldn't even do anything about it either, seeing as you had bound his hands to the headboard to keep him from being too disobedient.

" You're so cute like this Xiao, y'know? Hehe, I'm almost jealous of the tentacles. They're fucking you so well," you whispered, a soft grin sliding onto your lips as his dewy golden eyes met yours, a silent plea he sent that was begging for you to touch him, or to end his sexual torment. But you smiled, silently shaking your head, to which crystalline tears began to slide down his cheeks. Really, Xiao was too cute for his own good, y'know?

" I wonder if you can fit more..." you mused, shuffling to stare at his stretched hole as he attempted to close his legs to salvage whatever dignity he even had left. You tsked, shoving your hands in between his legs and prying them open yourself, causing him to cry out, not only from the jerking of your hands but also, it seemed that the tentacle had pushed against a particular spot, causing more tears to freely flow.

" Oh, I have just the thing!" You chirped as you excitedly leaped off the bed, skipping away to find another one of your toys for Xiao to have fun with. You rummaged around your messy room, only momentarily stopping whenever Xiao let out another one of his adorable whimpers-

" Ah, found it!~" You cheered as you skipped back to where Xiao lay, his head turning to face you, and, ultimately, what lay on your hands.

Another tentacle.

" Look Xiao! I brought another toy for you to play with!" You excitedly chirped, making sure to have a tight hold on the wriggling massーit sure seemed just as eager as the first to slam itself into his tight ass. His eyes widened, his whole body stilling, but only for a moment. Now, it seemed to click in his head that the tentacle would be going into his already filled hole. He began to thrash about, sobbing and kicking up his legs as you neared closer, still presenting that same warm smile.

You immediately grabbed a hold of one of his legs with your free hand, making sure to squeeze and press down with enough exertion. " Shhh, shhh, Xiao, it's gonna be okay, it won't hurt too much," you cooed gently. Ugh, you should've used a spreading bar had you'd known he would've been this difficult. Well, no matter, he'd shut up soon enough. His hands being bound were good enough for you anyway.

" Be a good boy and spread your legs Xiao," you smiled, tilting your head at the young man beneath you, who shivered and silently sobbed, save for the constant muffled moans and cries that were near silent. Even if he hadn't physically done anything, you could tell that he was hesitating, mentally wondering how those two slimy tentacles would even fit into his tight ass.

" Now."

You dropped your smile, a slight frown now upon your lips as you stared down the yaksha, a cold edge in your voice. He flinched under your stony gaze before he silently nodded, and his legs began to slowly spread, giving you a full view of his ass, and the slimy appendage that filled him.

" Good boy."

You smiled warmly again, before pushing the tentacle in your hand closer to his hole, before it began to prod against it, eager to slip inside of him. How lewd.

" Ready?" Your ( eye color ) eyes flitted up to meet his, to which he nodded and let out a soft groan in response.

With that, you slammed the tentacle into him all the way until your hand met his reddened cheeks, causing his eyes to snap open fully and his back to arch, and his legs to push off the bed in response to the sudden stimulation.

" Mnnghh! Guhhhh! Ounghhh! Hnghhh!"

" Woah, Xiao! You're taking both of them so well!" You cheered, ignoring his moans and cries that grew louder as he squirmed and flailed about, trying desperately to manage to fit two of them into his tight hole, and you watched eagerly, your cheeks heating up at the lewd sight. Fuck, he looked so damn adorable, it almost made you want to cum in your pants right there and then.

" You're doing such a good job Xiao, I'm really so proud of you," you were breathing heavier, your arousal growing as you watched him. It was exciting, watching as the tentacles began to move, their thrusts perfectly matching each other as they curled deeper and deeper into him, slamming themselves into his prostate, and pressing upwards, causing such an adorable tummy bulge.

" Fuck Xiao, you're so damn sexy," you groaned, digging your nails into your palms as a way of keeping yourself from pouncing on him and violating him even further. He didn't even respond, too busy cumming like a whore and spurting all over himself.

Really, he seemed to be enjoying this far more than he had let on.

Well, you decided that he should enjoy himself, like the lewd whore he was. He deserved it, after all, seeing as he was such a good boy. And who were you to take away what he earned?

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Unequal.

Commissioned by the very lovely @meri47.

Pairing: Yandere!Fukuzawa Yukichi x Reader (Bungou Stray Dogs).

Word Count: 2.6k.

TW: Unhealthy Relationship, Mentions of Blood/Injury, Emotional Manipulation, and Threats of Physical Harm.

You should’ve given his tea another minute to cool.

Your right hand was starting to hurt, the skin of your palm already beginning to blister due to little more than prolonged contact with the porcelain. Your coffee cup was more manageable, layers of paper and cardboard employed to balance out the heat, and part of you, more of you than you’d like to admit, was tempted to put the comparison to good use, to think of ways to tease him for it, even if the wittiest thing you could come up with was a peck to his temple and a playful jab at your high-maintenance boyfriend. He’d scowl, and you’d laugh and kiss his cheek, and then you’d perch yourself on the arm of his chair while he told you about some new contract, some new client, some new lurking danger that you’d have to deal with when the sun rose and the rest of the world was real, again.

But, it’d been so long since the last time you teased him for much of anything, and the arm of his chair was a dangerously uncomfortable place to sit, and the rest of the world wouldn’t stop being real, lately, more so in his office, where the door was just a little too stiff to gracefully shoulder open, where the tile provided too little grip to let you stumble over the threshold while keeping your dignity relatively in-tact. You smiled, forcing yourself to laugh, but you didn’t have to. He only nodded as you let yourself in, doing the bare minimum to acknowledge your presence. You couldn’t bring yourself to be surprised, let alone disappointed.

“Your tea, Yuki’,” You called, instead, setting down his cup on the edge of his desk and taking a sip out of your own. “It’s green – I figured you could use the caffeine. That, and the café was barely a minute away from closing. If I asked for something that took any longer to brew, the waitress might’ve gone for my neck.”

That earned you a slight smile, a breath of a chuckle. Finally, finally, he looked at you, and you tried to savor it before his attention was stolen away, again. “Have I ever told you that you’re the love of my life?”

“Once or twice.” You didn’t perch yourself on the arm of his chair, didn’t twist yourself in knots to be as close to him as you possibly could, but you positioned yourself behind his chair, leaning over the backrest and pecking his cheek when he tilted his head back, giving you the time to, the motivation to. “I wouldn’t mind hearing it again, though.”

It was a simple enough exchange, a common signal between the two of you. Immediately, he grinned and pushed his chair away from his desk, his expression suddenly expectant, bordering on eager. “Have I been neglecting you, beloved?”

You didn’t answer, not at first, not until you’d picked up the manila folder he’d been looking through and taken its place on the center of his desk, directly In front of him, so that your feet hung between his parted legs, so that he could cross his arms over your thighs, staring up at you as you idly paged through the case file. “It doesn’t seem that bad. Edogawa and Yosano should be able to take care of it in a few days, with a few stakeouts. If you’re really that worried, we could as Dazai to—”

“I already have Dazai monitoring Port Mafia activity, and Edogawa’s out of town. I can’t ask him to cut his current case short just for this.” Of course. He’d always had a bad habit of spoiling his favorites, but you guessed you didn’t get to complain about that. “How do you feel about Miyazawa?”

“It depends, how does the client feel about having their witnesses hospitalized due to blunt force trauma?”

“Unmentioned, but most likely unpreferred.” He paused, bowing his head, letting his eyes drift to the side. “Nakajima could—”

“The client’s not going to cover property damage, Mr. President.”

“Nakajima couldn’t.” He pursed his lips. “I am open to further input.”

You took your time. He’d been working harder than he usually did, recently, taking more jobs, overbooking himself and his detectives until there wasn’t time left to sleep, to think, to breath. He was clearly busy, clearly overwhelmed, and you felt for him, hated seeing him so exhausted. It hurt to see him push himself so far, and it hurt to picture yourself taking advantage of him, putting more weight on his shoulders. It hurt, but…

But, you knew, from experience, that it’d hurt more not to try at all. You’d already made that mistake, and you weren’t ready to repeat it, just yet.

Still, you hesitated. Not for very long, but long enough. Longer than you should’ve let yourself. “I could go.”

To his credit, he pretended to consider it, waiting a long, agonizing moment before shaking his head, dismissing the idea easily, thoughtlessly, as if you’d offered to spit in his tea or shot him in the foot. “No, no, your ability isn’t suited for fieldwork. We’re better off keeping you as a non-combatant.”

Right. Of course. He wasn’t wrong – your ability was solely predictive, a series of minute-long prophecies that drilled their way into your head throughout the day, void of all context, but almost always depicting key moments, situations you’d be able to safe-guard or change, depending on which outcome would better suit your needs. For the most part, they were small things, not worth personal involvement, cats stuck in trees and vehicle collisions happening halfway across Japan, but sometimes, just sometimes, you’d see something else, something important, a bomb that would’ve killed dozens, an unattended stroller knocked into oncoming traffic, a hostage being held in an abandoned warehouse on the other side of Yokohama. Big things. Important things. Things you could change, things you could use to help.

If you were going to be as totalitarian as possible, you’d be the most useful locked in an empty room, left to draw prophecies out of the recesses of your mind and hand your predictions off to your detectives, to people better equipped to handle violent situations, but you were selfish, you liked being able to help people. You knew what you were doing now, what you were doing with Yukichi, was just as necessary as fieldwork, that you were helping people like this, that you could trust your detectives, but…

But, it’d been months since your last mission, since the last time things got desperate enough for Yukichi to let you out on your own. You trusted him. Obviously, you trusted him, and you trusted his judgment, and you wanted to believe that he trusted you, too, as much as he used to. As much as the Silver Wolf had, when he asked you to help him make something that would help people.

You just had to convince him you could help, if he let you.

You sighed, letting your shoulders slump forward and forcing yourself to smile. Carefully, you placed the case file to the side and patted your thigh, just above his crossed arms. He hesitated, but gave in quickly enough, laying his head in your lap and letting you card your fingers through his hair, letting your blunt nails scrape over his scalp. A routine you knew intimately, one perfected through time and practice. He enjoyed it, even if you knew he’d never say as much out loud. It helped him to relax, and you wanted him to relax. You needed him to let his guard down.

“Do I have to point out that you’re a non-combatant too, by your own reasoning?”

“It’s… That’s different. We can’t afford to make generalizations.” Because strict, hard fast rules were only allowed, only valid when he was exempt from them. When he didn’t have to abide by his own logic. “And you’re well-aware I only draw my sword when I don’t have any other choice. We have to be careful. If we resort to extremes for every little thing, if we let ourselves lose our rationality—”

“We’ll lose our way, I know, I know.” You did. You could recite his speech on your own, by now, all of his flowery words and twisted reasoning permanently carved into your memory, as if you’d been born listening to him spout off his favorite mantra. “Someone would get hurt.”

“Someone would die.” Always so dramatic. He claimed you were the one who jumped to worst-case scenarios, who ‘resorted to extremes for every little thing’, but everything seemed to be so crucial to Yukichi, a matter of life or death. For a good reason, of course, you knew that, you understood that, but sympathy didn’t make dealing with his pessimism any less draining. “You would die.”

You stiffened, then exhaled, tried to let go of as much tension, as much anger as you could.

It was all so familiar, but that didn’t make it any less painful.

“I can handle one case, Yuki’.”

“Unless something goes wrong. Unless it turns out to be more than you can handle.”

His head was still in your lap, your hand still in his hair. You tried to focus on that, on something so simple, on something you were supposed to like. On something you, with questionable success, tried to tell yourself you did like. “I’m not a child. I know when I'm in over my head. I’ll ask for help, if I need it.”

“There may not be time. Miyazawa and Nakajima can fight their way out of a bad situation – you can’t.”

“Neither can Edogawa. Neither can Kunikida, if we’re only going to talk about abilities.” You sighed, again, letting your exasperation seep through, this time, allowing your rigid smile to crack and fall away completely, as you went on. “But, you never tell any of them to sit still and behave, do you?”

That got him to open his eyes, to glance towards you. “That's not what I said.”

“It’s what you meant, though, right?” You pulled your hand away from him, letting your fingers curl into your palm. “I can fight. You’ve seen me fight. With or without my ability, I can take care of myself, and you know that. You know I can keep myself safe.”

“I know you think you can.” He lifted his head, made an effort to meet your eyes. You turned away, staring pointedly at the office floor. “Do I have to remind you what happened last time you tried to ‘keep yourself safe’?”

You opened your mouth, then closed it again, digging your teeth into the inside of your cheek. “It was fine. I handled it.”

“We found you in an alleyway, barely conscious and covered in your own blood.” It shouldn’t count. It didn’t. It had nothing to do with the case, nothing to do with the agency; it was just bad timing, a run-in with someone who’d recognized you before you’d recognized him. It wasn’t uncommon, not for the agency, not when you had such a reputation, but Yukichi refused to let you leave your apartment for weeks, afterward, wouldn’t let you touch paperwork, let alone another case. It’d been sweet, at first, how he fretted over you, how protective he could be of the people he cared about.

It'd been sweet, and then, it hadn’t stopped.

“I’ll bring Yosano.” It felt awful, having to treat her like a compromise. You didn’t want to, hated the taste of it on your tongue, but you had to, needed to. It was that, or let him keep you locked in an office, trained to your desk for the rest of your life. “And I’ll be careful, too. It’ll be alright.” You let your hand fall over his, squeezing gently. He didn’t move. “Don’t you trust me?”

“It isn’t that simple.” Right. Because everything always had to be so complicated, with him. He couldn’t just have faith in you. He couldn’t just trust you to keep yourself alive without his caring, loving, suffocating guidance. “If I could trust the rest of the world to be as careful with you as I am, I would, but you know how cruel other people can be.” He paused, taking your hand in his with a long, shallow exhale, intertwining his fingers with yours. Slowly, he raised your hand, letting his lips ghost over the inside of your wrist in something you could generously call a kiss. “I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you.”

You pressed your lips into a thin line. “I’m not fragile, Yukichi.”

He deflated, slightly, his grip loosening. “That’s not what I—”

“I got hurt once, once. You make it sound like I’m throwing myself in front of bullets every time you let me out of your sight – which, for the record, is a very bad habit a lot of our detectives seem to have, and yet, I'm the only one you've ever put on house arrest. It’s just me. Apparently, I’m the only one reckless enough to deserve your conveniently isolating punishments.”

“My love, I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m only—”

“You can’t even be honest with me, either. I’d be able to take it if you could just admit that you think I’m weak, but you keep pretending you’re so—” You inhaled, sharply, cutting yourself off, but that did little to dull your irritation, to stop all the vile, irrational thoughts you’d tried so hard to bury from bubbling out, from spilling over as soon as you opened your mouth. “You can’t just keep telling me that you’re worried. You can’t use that as an excuse to treat me like a child. You can't pretend you're locking me up for my own good—”

“Beloved.” Strict. Stern. Before you could continue, before you could do much of anything, he was standing, one hand suddenly cupping your chin and the other at your side, curled around the edge of his desk. You forgot how tall he was, sometimes, how easily he could tower over you, look down on you, make it so you didn’t have any other choice but to look at him, too. You tried to lean back, to shut your eyes, but his thumb dug into the side of your jaw and you thought better of it, corrected your mistake without further incentive. “I think you should apologize before we go on,” Slow, even, utterly composed, utterly in control. “For your own sake, as well as mine.”

You hesitated, but not for very long. “I’m sorry. I overreacted.”

“You did. But, I’m willing to forgive you.” He let go of your jaw, but his touch only drifted, only fell do your neck, then the collar of your blouse, curling around the fabric and jerking you that much closer to him. “You’re not fit for combat. You’re more useful here, with me, where you won’t be hurt, where you won’t get yourself killed because you think you’re capable of more than you really are. I don’t want to have to prove that to you, but I will, if you force my hand. I don't want you to have to know what it's like to truly be restrained.”

He leaned forward, his stare intensifying. “I’m not afraid to demonstrate exactly why you can’t be trusted to defend yourself. Do you understand?”

You dropped your gaze to his chest. This time, he let you. “I understand.”

“Good.” Just as abruptly, he let you go, falling back into his chair. When you failed to move, failed to breathe, he glanced towards you, but his concern was temporary, quick to fade as soon as he made sure you weren’t physically hurt. “We should review the client’s preferences. There may be something we missed that’ll make this decision easier.”

You only nodded, in response, never speaking a word. It wouldn’t have mattered, if you did.

As if he’d ever listen to a word you said.