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arabella0001 · 24 days ago

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one bed situation with Sasuke Uchiha

part 1 part 2 part 3

warnings: virginity lose, dry humping, fingering, after care

by the time sasuke returns to the inn, the room is quiet, save for the faint shuffle of his footsteps against the wooden floor. you’re standing at the table, pretending to be busy with your tools, organizing and cleaning the kunai for the second time today. it’s a distraction—one you desperately need. the tension from last night clings to you like a second skin, and now, with sasuke’s presence behind you, the weight of it feels unbearable.

“what are you doing?” his voice is low, calm, but it cuts through the silence with precision.

“organizing,” you reply curtly, not turning to face him.

the soft creak of his boots draws closer, and you feel his presence at your back, the faint warmth of him brushing against you. his proximity makes the room feel smaller, the air heavier.

“hn.” the sound is low, skeptical, and dismissive all at once. “you’re terrible at hiding things."

your grip tightens on the kunai, but your hands tremble, betraying the tension radiating through you.

“what do you—”

you glance down, feigning distraction, but it’s impossible to ignore him. every inch of your body is aware of his proximity, the way his presence seems to draw the very air out of the room.

“you’ve been acting strange all day,” he says suddenly, breaking the silence.

you blink, caught off guard. “i don’t know what you mean.”

“your heartbeat says otherwise.” his words are sharp, pointed, and accompanied by the faint brush of his breath against your neck.

“sasuke, it’s nothing,” you say, though your voice wavers.

“you’re lying,” he states plainly, his tone unflinching.

the kunai slips from your fingers, clattering against the table. before you can reach for it, his hand brushes yours, stopping you mid-motion.

the contact is fleeting, but it ignites something inside you, a spark that ripples through your chest and leaves you breathless. his fingers linger just a moment longer before pulling away.

“why are you trembling?” he asks, his voice quieter now, probing but calm.

“i’m not,” you stammer, though your entire body betrays you.

his lips press into a thin line, and you feel the faint brush of his exhale near your temple. he doesn’t move away, lingering as if waiting for something.

you try to ignore it, busying yourself with the tools in front of you, but it’s futile. you’re too aware of him, the way his presence shifts the air itself.

“did the mission bother you?” he asks.

“no,” you reply quickly. too quickly. he hums, clearly unconvinced.

when you glance back again, he’s studying you carefully, raising an eyebrow, his gaze too knowing. the way he watches you makes your pulse spike. you shift on your feet, trying to steady your breathing, but the faint flutter of nerves doesn’t escape his notice.

the conversation drifts toward the mission—details about the intel, the layout of the base, possible next steps. but it doesn’t stay there.

by the time you both settle into the bed, the tension feels heavier than it has all day. the inn is quiet, the soft creak of the bed the only sound as you lie stiffly on your side, trying to keep as much space between you and sasuke as possible.

but it doesn’t matter. you can feel him there, his presence an inescapable gravity that pulls at you, makes your chest tight.

“now will you say what are you trying to hide?” he says suddenly, breaking the silence.

you blink, caught off guard. “i don’t have something to hide.”

“yes, you do.” his voice is calm but firm, and you can feel his gaze boring into the back of your head.

you roll onto your back, staring up at the ceiling. “i’m just tired,” you say again, but even you can hear how hollow it sounds.

sasuke shifts, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at you. his expression is unreadable, but there’s a sharpness in his eyes, like he’s picking apart every piece of you. you feel your cheeks blush.

“lying again,” he says, echoing his earlier words.

you don’t answer, your throat too tight, your pulse too loud in your ears.

he exhales, his free hand coming to rest near your shoulder, caging you in. “if you have something to say, just say it.”

his voice is low, a quiet challenge that sends a shiver through you. you shake your head, your hands gripping the blanket tightly. “you’re imagining things,” you murmur.

“am i?” his voice is low, almost teasing, but there’s a subtle edge to it that makes your chest tighten.

the silence that follows feels suffocating. you can feel his eyes on you, searching, waiting. and then, before you can react, he moves suddenly on top of you.

his hand catches both of yours, pinning them gently to the bed as he leans closer. “stop avoiding it.”

“sasuke—” your eyes widen.

“why do you always look at me like that?” he interrupts, his voice quieter now but no less intense.

when you deny it, he cuts you off. “tell me.” his grip tightens slightly, but it’s not rough. just firm enough to keep you grounded. “why?”

you don’t know what to say, your thoughts a jumbled mess as he watches you, his face impossibly close. the weight of his presence is overwhelming, and all you can do is look up at him, your heart pounding painfully in your chest, looking quickly at his parted lips.

“i can feel it,” he says, his tone low, as though testing the weight of his words. “every reaction,” he murmurs, his dark eyes flickering, “i feel it all.”

his gaze drops to your lips, just for a moment, before snapping back to your eyes. “and you’re distracting,” he murmurs, almost to himself.

your lips part to respond, but the words never come. before you can process what’s happening, he moves again, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that’s both hesitant and insistent.

it’s not perfect—almost awkward in its intensity—but it’s real, his body pressing closer as the kiss deepens.

you’re too stunned to react at first, but the heat of him, the sheer weight of him against you, pulls you under. your free hand finds his shoulder, clutching at him as he presses further into you, his movements growing bolder with every passing second.

when he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, both of you breathing hard. his grip on your wrist softens, his fingers brushing against your skin.

“this isn’t... just me, is it?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

you shake your head, your breath shaky. “no.”

for a moment, neither of you moves, the air between you heavy with something neither of you can name.

his lips crush against yours again, harder this time, almost punishing, as though something inside him is unraveling. the careful, measured sasuke uchiha you know seems to falter, replaced by someone who acts on instinct rather than control. yet, even now, there’s a precision to him—a tension that keeps him grounded. his hand tightens around your wrist as his body presses more firmly against yours.

“tell me to stop,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice low, rough. “if you don’t want this.”

you shake your head quickly, your voice catching as you whisper, “i don’t want to.”

something shifts in his expression at your words. his dark eyes flicker, the intensity in them burning hotter as his grip on your wrist loosens just slightly, his thumb brushing the soft skin there. “good,” he mutters, almost like a warning, before the weight of him presses you into the mattress, his body firm and unyielding as he settles between your legs. the friction of his hips rolling against yours pulls a quiet gasp from you, the deliberate drag of his body against yours ignites something in your core, a heat that builds with every slow, measured grind of his hips.

he’s not rushed, but there’s an edge to him, a growing urgency that makes it impossible to think about anything else but him.

your legs close around him uncontrollably and his lips leave yours to trail along your jaw, then lower, pressing heated kisses to your neck. his breath is warm, uneven, as he lingers against your pulse, the sharp edge of his teeth brushing your skin just enough to make your body shiver.

his hips press into you harder, the rhythm growing firmer, and the friction makes your breath catch. the soft sound you make against his ear draws a low, almost inaudible groan from him, his body stiffening slightly before he forces himself to relax.

“tch,” he exhales, his grip tightening at your waist, holding you steady as he adjusts the angle of his hips and your own hips buck instinctively to meet him.

your inexperience makes you hesitate, unsure of how to move, but sasuke doesn’t seem to mind. his hands guide you, his fingers gripping your waist firmly, almost possessively, as he presses you closer.

“stay with me,” he says quietly, his voice strained, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

you nod, though you’re not sure how coherent you are at this point. the heat pooling in your stomach is overwhelming, every movement sending another wave of tension coiling through you.

his hand moves lower, the calloused pads of his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your pants.

your stomach twists, your body unwilling to betray how deeply his presence affects you as he pauses, waiting for your reaction.

“is this okay?” he asks, his voice rough but steady, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

you nod, your cheeks burning. “yes.”

he doesn’t rush. his hand moves slowly, his touch firm but careful as his fingers find the sensitive spot between your legs. the first press of his thumb against your clit makes your entire body tense, a sharp gasp escaping you before you can stop it.

his eyes darken at the sound, and his lips brush against your neck as he starts to move, slow circles that send shocks of pleasure radiating through you.

your hips buck involuntarily, a soft moan slipping past your lips as his fingers work you with careful control.

“sasuke—” his name falls from your lips before you can stop it, and you feel him shudder slightly against you, his breath hot against your skin.

“yes?” he murmurs, his tone quiet but laced with something deeper, something almost reverent.

you can’t answer, your mind too clouded by the sensation of his touch. his movements grow more purposeful, the rhythm of his fingers relentless as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

sasuke’s fingers move with precise intent, brushing over the sensitive spot between your legs with a pressure that makes your breath hitch sharply. the circles he draws are steady, almost maddening in their slowness, like he’s savoring every reaction you give him.

“you’re holding back,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough against your ear.

your hands clutch at his shoulders, the sensation too overwhelming to think straight. “i—i’m not,” you manage, though your trembling body betrays you.

“you are,” he says firmly, his tone carrying that same cold confidence he uses in battle, but here it’s tempered with something darker, something hotter.

his thumb presses more insistently against your clit, and your hips jerk against him without permission.

“see?” his lips brush against your ear, the barest hint of a smirk in his voice. “stop fighting it.”

the words stir a chill in your veins, your body responding to the deep, commanding timbre of his voice as much as to his touch. you try to stifle the soft moans slipping past your lips, but it’s useless.

the friction, the warmth of him, the way his hand is working you with relentless precision—it’s all too much.

his other hand moves to your hip, gripping firmly to keep you still as your body twists beneath him. the control he exerts is intoxicating, the weight of his body pinning you down as his fingers work faster, dragging soft gasps and cries from you that you can no longer hold back.

“keep going,” you whisper, barely able to get the words out as your head tilts back against the pillow. “please, sasuke.”

“mhm.” his murmur is cool, but there’s an edge of satisfaction in it, like your surrender is exactly what he wanted.

his fingers slip lower, teasing briefly at your hole before returning to your clit, his movements growing bolder.

the firm press of his thumb paired with the way his middle finger begins to slide between your folds has your whole body arching off the bed, a strangled moan escaping your lips at the new sensation.

“i didn’t know you’d be this sensitive.” he murmurs, almost to himself, his dark eyes locked onto your face. “i can feel how wet you are.”

your cheeks burn at his words, the heat pooling in your stomach growing unbearable as his finger slides deeper, the intrusion unfamiliar but not unwelcome while he is testing your reaction with every movement.

when his finger curls inside you, pressing against a spot that sends white-hot pleasure shooting through your body, you cry out, your nails digging into his back. he groans softly at the sensation, his control faltering for just a moment as his hips press against yours instinctively.

“does that feel good?” he asks, his voice a low rasp against your neck.

“yes,” you gasp, your hands clutching at him desperately. “yes, sasuke—don’t stop.”

he doesn’t. his thumb continues its steady rhythm against your clit, his finger curling inside you faster. the combination is overwhelming, your body trembling beneath him as the pressure builds, winding tighter and tighter until you feel like you might snap.

and then you do.

pleasure washes over you, leaving your body trembling, his name slipping from your lips as your hips move instinctively against his hand.

sasuke doesn’t stop immediately, his movements slowing but never ceasing as he coaxes every last bit of sensation from you. his eyes remain locked on your face, his expression unreadable but intense, like he’s memorizing the way you fall apart under his touch.

when you finally collapse, your chest heaving and your body trembling, he withdraws his hand carefully, his touch lingering for just a moment before he rests his palm on your thigh.

his lips twitch into the faintest of smirks, and he leans down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. for a moment, the quiet fills the room, heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions between you.

but as you catch your breath, you notice the way his body still feels tense against yours, his breathing still heavy. you glance down, your eyes widening slightly when you see the strain in his pants, the undeniable evidence of just how much he’s holding back.

“sasuke,” you whisper, your voice soft but questioning.

he exhales sharply, his jaw clenching as he looks down at you. “this isn’t about me,” he says firmly, though the restraint in his voice is palpable.

you hesitate, your heart pounding as you reach up to brush your fingers hesitantly against his cheek. “it can be,” you say quietly, your words laced with both nervousness and determination.

his eyes intensify at your words, and for a moment, he just stares at you, his expression unreadable.

then, slowly, he leans down again, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that’s softer this time, but no less intense.

“are you sure about this?” he asks, his gaze lingers for a beat too long, the question unspoken but clear in his shadowed eyes as you nod anxiously.

sasuke doesn’t say much as he pulls you into his arms, his body warm and solid against yours. his hand brushes idly over your back, his touch grounding as your breathing evens out.

“you’re full of surprises,” he says, his tone flat but his actions—his hand tightening around your waist—giving away more.

you smile faintly, resting your head against his chest. “you weren’t so bad yourself.”

a quiet chuckle escapes him, and his hand moves to your hair, brushing it back gently.

he holds you close, his touch steady against the small of your back. the room is silent, but his breathing, calm and even, roots you in place. for once, you let yourself believe him.

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growthhyp · 22 days ago

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I am a man in my 50s. I wasn't looking for anything in particular but when the guy asked what I was looking for I jokingly said something to recapture my youth. He wasn't phased by that and he then gave me showed me a pair of shoes.

Recapture my Youth

You meandered through the garage sale, the early morning light casting shadows over the assortment of knick-knacks and dusty relics. In your fifties, you've seen your share of muscular men in your time, and this one was no different. His biceps bulged under a sleeveless shirt as he organized a table of sports equipment. You couldn't help but wonder if the path you chose long ago would've led you to look like him, but you quickly pushed the thought aside. Your life had been good – a loving wife who'd passed, two successful sons, a doctor and a lawyer. You had your share of battles, and retirement was your well-earned reward.

"What would you like to purchase?" the man's deep voice rumbled. You chuckled and replied, "Anything that will recapture my youth." It was a jest, a fleeting wish tossed into the air like a leaf in the autumn wind. But the muscular man's smile grew, and he looked at you with a knowing glint in his eye. "You know what? I can make that happen." The words hung there, improbable and tantalizing.

The shock on your face must've been comical, but he wasn't joking. He held out a pair of worn football cleats, their spikes glinting in the light. "These," he said, "Just wear them and lie down on the couch over there." The skepticism in your eyes was palpable, but curiosity had always been your constant companion. You took the cleats, feeling their weight and wondering if there was some kind of VR gear hidden in the garage.

In the living room, you sat down on the plush sofa, the football cleats in your hands feeling like a relic from another life. The muscular man nodded and said, "Whenever you're ready." You slipped them on, feeling a little silly. But as you leaned back and closed your eyes, you felt a strange tingling in your fingers, then a wave of warmth washing over your body. You didn't see the contraption you'd imagined, but you felt something shift within you.

The world around you grew hazy, and you felt yourself sinking into the couch. A gentle pressure, like the weight of a warm blanket, pushed you down, and you realized that you were indeed lying down. A brilliant white light filled your vision, so intense it was like staring into the sun, but without the pain. It grew, enveloping you in a cocoon of luminescence. You felt a moment of panic, unsure of what was happening, but it quickly dissipated, leaving you in a new reality.

As the light faded, you found yourself in a living room that was not your own, but somehow felt eerily familiar. The layout was different, the furniture untouched by time's hand, and yet it was as if you'd seen it all before. The scent of freshly baked cookies wafted from the kitchen, and you heard the distant clang of metal on metal – the sound of pans being moved around. You looked down at your hands and saw that they were smaller, smoother, and unmarred by the decades of work and life experience. You were ten again, shrunk back to the size and mindset of a child.

Your mother, a stunningly beautiful woman with auburn hair and a warm smile, walked into the room. She was younger, her skin untouched by wrinkles, and she looked at you with the same love and concern she had when you were truly that age. "Sweetie, are you okay?" she asked, her eyes filled with genuine worry. You nodded, trying to process the sudden shift in reality. Your father, a towering figure of strength and discipline, followed closely behind. He was in his prime, his muscles still flexed from a career of playing football, a game he had mastered.

In the new timeline, you grew into a lean and muscular teenager, your body stretching to match your father's height. The football field became your playground, and the pep rallies echoed with chants of your name. You were the star of the high school team, the one everyone looked up to, both literally and figuratively. The muscular man's garage sale was a distant memory, replaced by the sweat and grind of early morning practices and the roar of the crowd on Friday nights. Your father's guidance was invaluable, his knowledge and experience sculpting not just your body, but also your strategy and passion for the game.

As you approached graduation, the college recruiters came knocking, their eyes gleaming at the prospect of having you on their team. The letters of interest turned into full-blown scholarship offers, each more enticing than the last. Your father, ever the proud coach, helped you navigate the sea of opportunities, pushing you to consider the schools that would not only challenge you on the field but also in the classroom. You chose one that reflected your newfound ambition, a place where you could grow both as a player and as a person.

In college, your body continued to transform under the meticulous regimen of workouts and diet that your father had ingrained in you. The gym became your second home, a sanctuary where you pushed your limits and honed your skills. The weight of the barbell above your chest grew heavier, but so did your resolve to become the best. Your muscles swelled and tightened, each rep and set a testament to the hours spent sweating and grunting in the pursuit of perfection. Your teammates looked up to you, not just for your strength, but for the dedication and discipline that you brought to the table.

As you slept on the sofa, your chest expanded with every breath you took, the fabric of your shirt stretching taut against the newfound muscle beneath. Your stomach, once a gentle slope of middle age, now rippled with the promise of a six-pack. Each abdominal muscle defined and strong, as if it had been chiseled from marble. Your back, once a canvas of experience, grew wide and powerful, a testament to the hours spent under the barbell's embrace. Your shoulders, once rounded from years of office work, turned into boulders that seemed to hold up the very roof of the garage. The veins in your arms popped out like a map of uncharted territory, tracing the new contours of your bulging biceps and triceps, shaped like the letter 'V' of victory, and your forearms thickened, becoming sturdy branches that could bend steel.

Your neck grew thick and powerful, a pillar of strength that could support the weight of your new identity. Your legs, once mere supports for your daily grind, transformed into the mighty trunks of an ancient tree. The muscles grew and swelled, each fiber pulsing with the vitality of youth. Your calves, once hidden under the layers of life's sedentary routine, now bulged like rocks that had been shaped by the relentless tides of time. And your feet, once confined to the comfort of retirement shoes, had grown into the very essence of athleticism, perfectly filling the football cleats as if they had been waiting for this moment all along. The transformation was palpable, your body reshaping before the muscular man's very eyes. He watched with a knowing smile, understanding that the magic of the cleats was more than mere nostalgia; it was a gateway to a different path, one of athletic prowess and potential.

The smell of the garage, a mix of oil and dust, was replaced in your mind by the scent of freshly cut grass and the faint aroma of sweat. The sound of the garage door opening and closing was drowned out by the cheers of the crowds at the college games. Each day, as you trained harder than ever before, you felt the burning in your lungs, the ache in your muscles, and the thrill of victory that came with every successful tackle. The summer sun kissed your skin, turning it a deep, rich bronze as you pushed through sprint after sprint, your legs moving with the grace of a gazelle and the power of a locomotive. Your lung capacity grew, allowing you to run further, faster, and longer than anyone else on the field. The other players looked at you with a mix of awe and envy, knowing that you had tapped into something extraordinary.

In the real world, the fabric of your t-shirt stretched and tore as your chest expanded. The pants that had once fit comfortably now strained against your growing thighs, the seams threatening to give way at any moment. The football cleats, once too large, now hugged your transformed feet like a second skin. And the bulge in your black briefs grew, a not-so-subtle reminder of the legacy of strength passed down from your father. The transformation was more than just physical; you felt the youthful exuberance bubbling up inside of you, the excitement of endless possibilities that came with being a college student. Your skin smoothed out, the lines of age retreating before the relentless march of time.

Your face, once etched with the stories of a life well-lived, now reflected the freshness of youth. The handsome features you inherited from your mother and father shone through, sculpted by the genetic lottery into a visage that could turn heads. Your cheekbones sharpened, your jawline grew more pronounced, and your eyes sparkled with the mischief of a young man. The wrinkles that had once been the map of your life's journey were erased, leaving only the promise of uncharted adventures ahead.

As the transformation reached its crescendo, your body grew taller, your legs stretching to accommodate the newfound inches. Your feet, now encased in the football cleats, bent at unnatural angles to support your heightened frame. The sensation was strange, but the pain was a distant memory, replaced by the invincibility of youth. With a final surge of power, you felt the sofa beneath you give way as you toppled over, landing on the garage floor with a thud that echoed through the space.

The muscular man, Jack, rushed over from the garage, his face a mix of surprise and amusement. "You okay there, buddy?" he inquired, his eyes glinting with curiosity. You sat up, grinning from ear to ear, and quipped, "Must've had too much fun at the party last night!" Your voice was different now, lighter, younger. You felt like a college student again, carefree and ready to tackle the world.

Jack chuckled and handed you your old clothes, which now looked like they belonged to a child. The fabric hung loosely on your new body, a stark contrast to the form-fitting muscles that rippled beneath. You looked at him, and in that moment, you realized that Jack was no stranger. In this new reality, you had met him at one of your high school games. He'd been in the stands, a tower of muscle and wisdom, and you had looked up to him as a mentor, a big brother who had taken you under his wing. His friendship had been a beacon of guidance and support as you navigated the complexities of adolescence and the pressures of athletic greatness.

The bond between you had grown stronger over the years. You had shared countless moments of triumph and defeat, of laughter and tears, all while pushing each other to be the best you could be. Jack had become your confidant, the one who knew your deepest secrets and fears. He'd seen you at your most vulnerable, and yet he had never judged you. Instead, he had offered his friendship and encouragement, showing you the path to greatness that lay before you.

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lanawinterscigarettes · 5 months ago

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hi!! i absolutely love the layout of your account <33 i was wondering if i could request a joe goldberg x fem! reader where you’re as obsessed with him as he is with you and you manage to get him into a situation similar to the ending of season 3? like you drug him. but he REALLY doesn’t expect it. so you’re planning on keeping him for yourself and he’s trying to figure out a way to escape?? you can decide the ending <3

aw, thank you so much! you're the very first person to request something for joe, which makes me unbelievably happy <33

All Tied Up (Joe Goldberg x fem reader)

Warnings: the reader is obsessed with Joe to an unhealthy degree, swearing, restraints via rope, drugging, kidnapping, mentions of murder, brief mention of Joe being a bit of a pervert, drinking (wine), manipulation/blackmail, kissing that could technically be seen as dubcon since Joe's drugged/tied up when it happens

Shit, this wasn't supposed to happen- that's where his mind immediately went when he woke to find his arms and legs restrained to a chair with some rope, his vision blurry. You'd drugged him. Great.

When Joe met you, it was like a dream come true. You were so much better than Candace, or Beck, or any other girl he'd ever been with before in the past. You were perfect. Or so he thought.

He really should've known it was too good to be true. After all, he'd been down this road before so many times, always expecting a different outcome, but there never was. Excuse him for being optimistic.

The problem was that you weren't a bright-eyed, innocent good girl like Beck. Not like he'd thought. Instead, you were obsessive, almost like a leech with the way you latched onto him so quickly.

At first, he was flattered. He liked not having to be the one to iniate everything. He liked being taken care of the way he took care of you. And he like all the time you spent together.

What he didn't like, however, was your obsessive nature that rivaled his, and even Love's. In fact, she paled in comparison to you.

He really should've learned after what happened with her. If something seems too good to be true, it's most likely because it is. But alas, he did not, which is why he now found himself to be tied up in your kitchen.

Why did he have to go and mess everything up by confronting you with the bloody shirt he found at the very bottom of your laundry hamper? He could've just put it back and you would've been none the wiser, then none of this would've happened. (Of course, if he wasn't poking around your dirty clothes like a creep in the first place he wouldn't have known about it at all, but it was a little too late for that.)

You insisted the murder was only a one time thing, that the girl you killed had gotten too close to him and he hadn't realized it. For one thing, he didn't believe you in the slightest, and for another, he was offended by the implication that he was unaware of other people's actions.

He obviously knew that she liked him, he just didn't think it was that big of a deal. Not big enough to address, certainly not big enough for her to be killed over.

Apparently, you disagreed, which naturally led to a huge fight. God, it was like Love all over again. Except you did something she'd never done, which was apologize. That certainly threw him for a loop, one that was big enough for him to let his guard down.

You even offered to cook dinner to make up for it. No problem, right? Just the two of you, spending some quality time together. If only he'd known you were going to spike his glass of wine, and maybe he wouldn't have been so quick to agree.

It was partially his own fault, he could admit that. He should've been more suspicious with how easily everything seemed to get cleared up and how quickly it took for you to calm back down.

But that would've been making comparisons with you to his past girlfriends, and he didn't want to do that. He didn't want to compare you to Beck. He didn't want to compare you to Love. It felt like an insult to your relationship for him to do so.

God, why did it always have to be the perfect ones who ended up being crazy?

The sound of your footsteps snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked up the best he could, his gaze foggy from whatever it was that you put in his wine.

"Oh, Joe," you sighed as you knelt down on the floor in front of him. "I'm sorry. I never wanted to have to hurt you."

Then untie me, you psycho bitch, was what he so desperately wanted to scream at you, but the alcohol combined with the drugs in his system made his mouth dry and tongue heavy, and because of that it was difficult for him to speak.

"You always look so pretty, especially when you pout." If he could, he would've moved away from your hand when you reached out to touch his face, but there seemed to be a disconnect between his brain and his body, causing him to stay still.

"I have to go check something really quick, okay? I want you to behave while I'm gone." He watched as you stood, gently running your fingers through his hair before leaving him alone again.

He had to get out of there. He couldn't be stuck with you the same way he almost got stuck with Love. He needed some sort of plan to escape.

Unfortunately, whatever the hell you used on him to keep him immobilized was doing a pretty damn good job of it. Even without the ropes keeping him tied up, there was no way he'd be able to get together the strength to move.

Maybe if he closed his eyes for just a second, he'd snap out of whatever sort of haze he was in and wake up to find out that this was all just a bad dream. You weren't crazy, you hadn't murdered anyone, you were just a sweet, normal girl who he happened to be in love with.

He must've fallen asleep, because the next thing he knew he was being jolted awake by the feeling of his body being moved around without his control, which was followed by a sharp jab to the back of his head.

Blinking a few times, he opened his eyes, realizing he was no longer in the kitchen and was instead in the basement to your house, laying on the floor as his head throbbed. You must've accidentally dropped him at one point when transporting him from one place to another, which certainly explained the welt he had forming, not to mention the headache.

He looked around, still a little groggy from a mixture of sleep and whatever you spiked him with. You weren't there from what he could see, and the rope you'd use to tie him up with was loose. Maybe this was the opportunity he so desperately needed to escape.

It took several tries, but finally he was able to untie himself. After a minute or so of trying to get over the light-headedness he felt, he got up and slowly started to make his way over to the steps that led back upstairs.

"And just where do you think you're going?" Your voice suddenly cut through the air, causing him to freeze in place. Looking up, he saw you standing at the top of the steps with your hands placed on your hips, watching him with a stern expression. He was screwed.

Unfortunately for him (and luckily for you) he was still feeling a little disoriented and dizzy, so it wasn't very hard for you to get him tied back up again. "I knew I should've used a better knot," you muttered to yourself, ignoring his fruitless attempts of squirming free. "Stop that. I gave you some more of the stuff I put into your wine while you were asleep, so I wouldn't waste your energy."

"Now-" You began as you stood back up again, staring down at where he sat on the floor. "-I want you to know that I really didn't want to have to do this. Nor did I want to have to do this, either."

He could only watch as you took out your phone and pulled up a collection of evidence- all of the evidence that directly linked him back to his string of several murders, including that of his wife, Love. Joe was speechless. How did you manage to get all of this stuff?

"Where I found this isn't important," you said casually, as if you could tell what he was thinking. "What is important is you knowing that the account where all of this information is kept needs to be logged onto at least once a day, or else it'll automatically send to the nearby police department, and the local news, and whoever else could make good use of it. And you don't have the password, so you can't just murder me and delete it all yourself."

Safe to say, he was in disbelief, too stunned to say anything. His past girlfriends may have provided some difficulty in getting rid of, but they were nothing like this. And now he was really screwed.

You looked smug, clearly proud of yourself for being able to outsmart him. "Now, I'm going to give you a choice. You can either leave or kill me, both of which will result in the information I know about what really happened to your past girlfriends and belated wife to be released. Or, you can stay, and no one will have to know but us. Choose wisely."

It was then he realized what he had to do meant he was never going to be able to be truly free. He was going to be stuck there with you, forever. Was prison really that bad that this was the choice he had to make?

Swallowing thickly, he opened his mouth to speak, uttering out one little sentence that was only two words. "I'll stay."

He could tell from the giddy look in your eyes that you were excited by his answer. "Good choice." You knelt down on the floor next to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you leaned in to give him a brief kiss. "Oh, baby, we're going to be so happy together."

His past caught up with him in a way that he never thought was possible, and now he was stuck in a trap of his own making. At this point, he truly did only have himself to blame.

End notes: idk if the bit with the evidence makes a lot of sense but I just thought it was a fun idea so 🤷 some artistic liberties may have been taken but that's okay

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Baby Wile E. “meets” the Road Runner as a Jack-in-the-Box surprise, in this layout drawing from the short “Little Go Beep.”

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― jaehyun + taesan with piercings ❁｡ﾟ･°

౨ৎ🍪 warnings ⋆.ೃ࿔ : 18+, genital piercings, oral, penetrative sex, not proofread / wc: -400 / masterlist / a/n: posting this for my partner 🤎

jaehyun !!

weak boy, if you think he’s sensitive now imagine how he’d be with a piercing

im thinking prince albert piercing??

#1 Horny Boy would be even more on edge all the time, constantly whining about the weight of it, his sex drive would be through the roof

his favorite thing would be oral, he’s such an oral loving guy giving and receiving, he’s also a pain slut but you have to be gentle with his piercing, hurting him in other areas like pinching his thigh or raking your nails down his stomach but lapping around his slit and licking up his length, he’d be all noisy and twitchy

he’s so sensitive the longer you do it, pulling back before he cums and going back in after he’s settled down, he’d be delirious, whimpery, high pitched gasps and slurred words as he begs to cum, trying to buck his hips up and chase your mouth when you pull away

in subspace so quick when you ride him, the feeling of the jewelry’s weight and your warm walls, oh he’d be so fucked up, eyes crossing and drooling everywhere

taesan !!

fake nonchalant you dont even expect how much of a freak he is, you’re shocked by his piercing when you get his pants off

i’ll let you decide which piercing taesan would have but like jaehyun, it would get him soo sensitive, any time you brush against him he’s hissing as tingles of pleasure shoot through his body, it’s torture but he loves it

taesan maso…what who said that…but you could be a bit rougher with him vs jaehyun, tonguing around it while you suck him off, he’d be obsessed with the way you hollow your cheeks around it

It would be so much easier to break him down just by playing with it, he’s dropping his stoic act so quick when you tease your fingertips around it, and he’d be so vocal, heavy pants turning into shy moans while you play with him

his favorite thing would be fucking you with it, he’d love hearing you moan about how good it feels against your walls, even if the drag is a little painful it only gets him more spacey, stuck between how good your squishy walls feel and the small spikes of pain prickling as he fucks into you

i used the layout for this story as a guide so ty @hanfourz 🩷

#taesan hard hours #boynextdoor hard hours #boynextdoor hard thoughts #taesan hard thoughts #jaehyun hard hours #jaehyun hard thoughts #omg these are both my biases now!! wow #divider by v6que #queuecumber ◡̈#drabbles: jaehyun 🐶જ #drabbles: taesan 🐈‍⬛જ

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Clash of the Cubes - Challenge TWO

“Welcome back to the Clash of the Cubes! Hopefully everyone’s over the shock. But now, I’m gonna give the next challenge!”

“…”

“…..”

Someone asks where the challenge is.

“…Aaaaany second now…. and bam.”

Everyone who shook Pulse’s hand, shocked or not, suddenly loses consciousness. As for Cube Leangel….

Everyone wakes up in separate cave-like rooms, suspended in a cage.

A TV inside the cage turns on.

“Surprise!!! My hand was also laced in a substance that makes anyone who touches it faint in 3 days.”

“Anyways, you’re currently in a cage in a cave suspended above spikes. The cage’s bottom will detach in approximately 1 minute when this recording’s gone.”

“Your challenge is to either get out the cage in time, or call for help loud enough so that that guy over there will come over to help. Dunno how, but that thing will.”

Your gaze pans to a spiky-headed blue flower dressed in military clothing. It seems to be asleep.

“Okay, so…. Your challenge starts… now.”

The tape recording ends.

// OOC, IMPORTANT:

The room’s look is similar to the overworld in the lost cavern, but there’s an image provided for the layout

Also, ima provide a ref of the flower (whose name is null)

btw if you wanna, you can make more nulls appear when you decide to call out for it since there’s canonically a lot of em

oh yeah null doesnt wake up if anything below 80 decibels doesnt enter his ears (directly btw)

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#jsab #just shapes and beats #jsab cube #clash of the cubes #LOOK AT ME

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Kinktober 2024 Day 9: Eremites x Reader

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 7148

Warnings: Afab!reader, coercion, dubcon to noncon, size difference, anal fingering, anal sex, anal creampie, anal gape, tag teaming, passed around, ass to mouth, cumflation, multiple orgasms, stomach distention, pregnancy mentions, implied piv, implied double penetration

A/N: Do you guys remember when I did that Eremite poll not too long ago? 🤭 Now, I do have to warn that this one got kind of gross BUT when I write any kind of butt stuff I simply pretend like excrement does not exist. Like at all. So no matter how I describe anything involving this topic there is absolutely NO scat content in this fic or any other I post. That's one of my 'absolutely not's for a reason! I promise this is a safe space for us anal enjoyers lol

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The dark winding corridors that lead further and further down into the bowels of the earth seem never ending. You’d read, of course, that the construction of King Deshret’s various temples and monuments scattered across his kingdom in the now barren desert had been long, arduous endeavors each that took many, many years to finish. But somehow you hadn’t grasped the full scope of it until you were traversing one of them yourself, stomping down the same path the ancients had once walked with sand grit caught in your shoes.

You were hot and tired, and growing increasingly more irate the further you went into the stuffy, closed off space of the underground network. Claustrophobia wasn’t usually a problem you had to deal with but it was getting harder not to succumb to that instinctive spike of anxiety when you thought about how many tons of sand and stone must be sitting right over your head. It was enough to make anyone panic.

Luckily your guides don’t appear to have any such concerns about getting out of here or not, and that goes a long way in helping you keep your head on straight. If they were well acquainted enough with the layout of this temple to not have to worry about such things then you were probably in good hands.

Or so you wanted to believe, anyway.

“Sorry to ask this again but … are we starting to get close now?”

The one who’d curtly introduced himself as Sunfrost back at Caravan Ribat huffs a faint sound of acknowledgement but otherwise keeps his attention turned forward at the path ahead. “Soon. The chamber is just a little further on.”

Never mind the fact he’d said the same thing almost an hour ago now.

You’d been mentally keeping track so you could notate how long it took to get from the now long distant entrance of this place to the hidden inner chamber deep within but it had quickly turned into some bizarre form of self flagellation. You were just a student of the Akademiya, you weren’t built for walking for hours on end.

Oh, if only one of them would offer to carry you for a while, you’d happily take them up on that and probably even throw in a bonus on top of it. You didn’t have a whole lot of mora to spare but in this case it would’ve been well worth the extra expense.

Unfortunately the Eremites were, by nature, not very fond of anyone who came from Sumeru’s rainforest, let alone those who were affiliated with the prestigious school there. It had taken you a few days just to find someone who’d even listen to your request and then a few more on top of that to find a mercenary actually willing to take on the job. They didn’t truly care about you or your wellbeing, a simple fact that had only been made all the more apparent over the course of this relentless death march they were leading you on. It felt like an eternity had gone by since the last time you were permitted to sit down and rest.

The other one who called himself Stone Enchanter liked you even less than Sunfrost though, and he’d barely spoken more than five words to you so far. In truth you’d been more than just a little hesitant to accept their help when both of them were so large and imposing, not to mention clearly very dangerous individuals, having much preferred to work with someone who was a bit less scary, but you’d had no other option at that point. The memory of them towering over you on one of the caravan roads where they’d cornered you still sends a vague shudder racing down your spine. At first you’d thought they were going to rob you, not offer up their services.

But you’d already made it this far and it was much too late for second thoughts now. You were miles underground in the labyrinthine maze below the Dune of Carouses with no reasonable grasp on which way was which after taking so many turns and descending an innumerable amount of crumbling staircases to get here. These two were the only thing standing between you and certain death down in the silent tombs so you had no choice but to trust them.

And when you finally step into a spacious chamber at the far end of the corridor you’d traveled together, you think that your patience is paying off at last. This room looks virtually indistinguishable from all the others you’d had to pass through to get here with the sole exception of a massive slate door on the opposite wall. It looked like it hadn’t been touched in centuries, your eager excitement quickly making you forget your fatigue as you hurry over to examine it.

“This is amazing.” You murmur, reverently putting your hand on top of the carved stone to feel along the hieroglyphic inscription. This thing must have weighed a ton and you wonder not for the first time how the people of Deshret’s civilization managed such a feat. What remained of their monuments on the surface was already impressive enough, but this was so deep below the sand that it was hard to imagine how they’d accomplished it.

“Is it all that you’d hoped for?” Sunfrost asks as he comes up behind you with Stone Enchanter bringing up the rear.

“Yes, this is exactly what I was trying to find. This should lead straight to a treasure room if the books in the House of Daena are right.” Your head positively swims with thoughts of all the ancient artifacts just out of reach as you turn to look at them imploringly. “Do you know how to open it? Everything I read just briefly mentioned some sort of mechanism but I don’t see anything like that here.”

Silently, the two Eremites exchange a shuttered look with one another.

“We know how,” Sunfrost says in a careful tone, somehow eyeing you through the red brocade tied over his eyes. You’re not sure if it’s genuine or just a result of the blindfolds making you uneasy, but a sharp chill works through you in response.

“Then will you tell me? Please?”

Another glance is exchanged between them but this time it’s Stone Enchanter who speaks. “I doubt you’ll like the answer.”

Your surprise at hearing him talk is quickly overshadowed by the deeply unsettling confusion that washes over you. “What do you mean? Is it not like the other mechanisms we passed on the way here?”

Breathing out a terse sigh that makes his broad shoulders rise and fall, Sunfrost steps forward to come tower over you much like he had back at Caravan Ribat. “Tell me, little scholar. How much do you know about the magick of the forgotten civilization?”

You frown up at him at that. “I know a fair amount but I don’t think I’d call it magic. The technological advancements of King - -“

“Ah, but that’s not all it is, is it? You seem clever enough for someone who hails from the comfortable rainforest so you must realize that there was more at play than mere technology. What do you suppose powers those machines, hm?”

Chewing on your bottom lip, you turn that over for a moment. He certainly wasn’t wrong about that and they did seem to be fairly familiar with this place so …

“Alright.” You relent, bringing your head up to look at him head on. “What you’re saying is this door doesn’t utilize the same mechanical components as the others but some sort of — magic seal?”

Sunfrost nods to make his tied off hair bounce slightly with the motion. “Yes. This leads to a very important inner chamber, after all. It only makes sense to protect what’s inside with higher security measures.”

“Okay, what do we have to do to unseal it then?”

“Well - -“

“The inscription says that a pound of flesh must be offered up if you wish to gain entry to what lies beyond.” Stone Enchanter cuts in, not mincing his words or sugar coating it even a little bit. “Do not look so frightened, scholar. It’s not as gruesome as what you’re probably thinking. A human offering can be made in several different ways, can’t it?”

“That’s right.” Sunfrost helpfully nods his head again. “Sex magick was favored by Al-Ahmar and his courtiers at many times during his long and prosperous reign. It can be even more effective in stopping unwanted intruders than a true blood rite.”

“Wait —“ Your head positively reels in outright disbelief as you hold up a hand to stop him from going on any further. “You can’t be serious, right? Do you really expect me to believe that?”

“Believe it or don’t.” Stone Enchanter huffs, crossing his big, burly arms across his equally massive chest. “We are telling you how to open the door. It is none of our concern if you’d rather turn back now since we’ll be getting paid either way.”

“B - but this doesn’t even make any sense.” You stammer. “Even if I wanted to proceed there isn’t anyone here who can …”

You trail off into stunned silence at the pointed looks they both send you. It takes you a prolonged moment to fully understand what they were trying to say without outright saying it, and your face immediately burns hot enough to fry an egg on.

“No. No way, absolutely not!”

“Then we will leave and return to Caravan Ribat.”

“No! Just — give me a second to think!” Hands coming up to clutch at your blazing hot cheeks, you set in to anxiously pace back and forth in front of the door while the two Eremites disinterestedly watch on.

But no matter how you tried to slice it there was no getting around this if what they’d said was true. Either you had to resort to politely asking one of them to have sex with you or you had to return back to the Akademiya empty handed. It was truly a matter of choosing between either the fire or the pot, and you struggle just to wrap your head around such a difficult decision.

This could not be happening. It couldn’t be!

“Do you truly find us that disagreeable?” Stone Enchanter finally asks after a long moment of tension filled silence, making you aggressively round on him.

“That is hardly the problem here! I - I’ve never … I didn’t plan to do something like this so suddenly, and with someone I barely even know on top of that.”

“You’re a virgin.” Sunfrost supplies, and even though you can’t see it through the headband tied over his face you can all but sense his brows lifting in genuine surprise.

“Even putting that aside,” You hiss, shooting him a dangerous look. “I can’t run the risk of getting pregnant on this expedition. I’m still in school! I’ll never be able to graduate if I have to take care of a baby!”

“There’s an easy way around that.” Stone Enchanter says, cooly interrupting you mid outburst and earning himself a sharp look of ire from you as well. “You have more than one hole, don’t you? And only one of them is known to result in a baby.”

You just stare at him in numb disbelief. He wasn’t actually suggesting … he couldn’t be!

“Wha — a - and how exactly do you expect to accomplish that, huh? Just right here on the floor like I’m nothing more than an animal to you?”

“No. It must be done on the offering slate.” Sunfrost nudges his chin at the stout dais you’d completely bypassed in favor of the much more interesting door.

Situated directly in front of the sealed entryway but pushed back from it by a few feet, it was all too easy to overlook in your initial excitement but looking at it now you can see the wisdom in what he was saying. You’d thought there weren’t any mechanisms in this room but it was actually right in front of your face the entire time. It was logical enough to guess that it was likely meant for some sort of ritualistic purpose given its important positioning as well as the intricate carvings decorating the slate sides of it but …

It feels like your stomach is doing anxious somersaults as you regard the fixture like it was something that might jump up and bite you, yet you still find yourself grudgingly coming to terms with the situation. If this was truly the only way then you had no choice. You’d spent far too much mora and time on this expedition, tirelessly trekked over countless miles just to get here, and you simply couldn’t turn back now.

Resolutely bringing your head up, you look the two Eremites over with a frown. “Fine. I’ll do it. But I don’t want you touching me.”

Stone Enchanter stiffens slightly when you point an accusing finger at him. “What did I do?”

“You’re incredibly rude, for starters.” Narrowing your eyes at him in warning, you decisively turn your finger on Sunfrost next. “You. Will you d - do it with me, or not?”

The ponytailed man sends his companion a silent look before breathing out another clipped sigh, this one somehow even more long suffering than the last. “I suppose I don’t really have a choice, do I?”

Your face positively burns at his martyred act but even as someone who was not overly familiar with this sort of thing you can still recognize the anticipation in his body language now. At least as a man you could trust him to not have any problems giving you what you want, and you stubbornly keep your head held high as you walk over to join them by the slate dais even though every single alarm bell in your head was going off all at once. You couldn’t actually believe you were about to go through with this, and the fast thrumming adrenaline pumping through your system seems to be the only thing that keeps you going.

“What should I do to get ready?” You ask as you sidle up beside him, earning a brief glance from the exceptionally tall man.

“Take off your pants and any underwear you might be wearing.”

Well, at least that sounded easy enough.

Hesitantly reaching for the front of your slacks, you make careful work of slowly unfastening them so you can shove the material down your legs. They’re kicked off right along with your boots and, unsure of the etiquette, you decide to take your socks off as well. Standing there in your underwear with two men you’d just met only a few days prior almost makes you second guess this decision but the promise of what lies beyond that door urges you on. The chance to make a name for yourself before you’d even graduated and earn the academic accolades that would come with it was simply far too tempting to resist.

Resolutely sliding your panties down and stepping out of them, you find yourself fiddling with the bottom hem of your blouse as you look up to Sunfrost for his next instruction.

“Okay, what’s next? Should I just - -“

A startled gasp cuts you off when he smoothly pivots towards you and grabs under your arms so he can heft you up without even an ounce of difficulty to show for it. Squeaking at suddenly finding yourself much further up from the ground than you were used to, you blindly latch your fingers onto the firm, unwavering stretch of his forearms to hold on for dear life.

All he does is set you down on top of the carved slab and then lay you back against it though, surprisingly gentle despite the manhandling. The polished surface is infused with a deep, dank chill that makes goosebumps erupt all over your body as soon as your bare skin touches it, nipples pebbling to hard points against the interior of your brassiere. A soft whimper slips out of you as he pulls back to situate himself while Stone Enchanter watches on from the side. Despite the red blindfold hiding his eyes from your line of sight, you can tell he’s unabashedly studying the fleshy seam between your legs.

No, that wasn’t quite right. Both of them were.

You’d never felt quite so anxious or jittery with nerves in all your life, and you uncertainly track the motion of Sunfrost’s hand when he pulls something out of his supplies pack. “W - what is that?”

“Oil.”

You gulp so hard it almost makes you gag. “What … what kind of oil?”

“Does it really matter what kind it is?” Stone Enchanter chimes in with a condescending tilt of his head. “You’ll be thankful for it soon enough so relax. You might even enjoy it.”

You very much doubted that but you keep those thoughts to yourself as Sunfrost shuffles into the space between your legs where he nudges one of your ankles upward with his free hand. “Hold them up and keep them spread for me. This won’t work if you’re trying to squeeze them shut.”

It’s a struggle just to breathe with your heart wedged inside your throat but you slowly comply, curling your legs up and letting them fall into a shameless spread that you know completely bares you to them. There isn’t an inch of you they can’t see clearly like this, the thought alone embarrassing you enough to feel faint.

But you just keep reminding yourself what you were doing this for, why you were sacrificing your dignity in such a humiliating manner while Sunfrost makes quick work of unscrewing the cap from the vial. You watch him reach down between your legs where he carefully upends it and you hiss at the first cool, sticky touch of the copious liquid.

You can feel it clinging to your skin, making a goopy mess of you where it hits its mark in the center seam of your cunt. It’s incredibly watery though despite the thick consistency and it quickly dribbles down in excess to coat your twitching asshole. It’s a strange feeling, and one you don’t think you like very much, but you clench your teeth to keep silent while Sunfrost crowds his other hand close to rub the mysterious liquid over your puckered hole.

At least he’s being gentle about it, you think to yourself. But at the same time you’re more than just slightly alarmed at how quickly the goop he spreads over your skin makes the muscle start to puff up and loosen under his ministrations. You can feel it in stunning high definition, especially when he starts to focus in on the center of it, and you soon find your breath coming a little quicker, a little harder. You were starting to get unbearably hot too.

And then when he finally starts to ease the tip of one blocky finger into the slackened wrinkle, you choke on a haggard sound at the ease with which he penetrates you. Whatever kind of oil that is, it was incredibly efficient as a lubricant and even the sensitive squeeze of your untested passage isn’t enough to keep him out. Sunfrost just slides right up into you straight down to the knuckle, and you positively quake there on top of that slate slab.

“Do not tense up, little scholar. It will only do you more harm than good in the long run.” He chides you, the noticeable drop in his voice registering somewhere far in the back of your mind. You’re a bit too caught up in the reeling rush of sharp edged stimuli to linger on it for very long though, shuddering fiercely as he starts to thrust in and out of you.

“Oooh, Archons, that’s …”

“Only one finger.” Stone Enchanter chuckles from somewhere just on the edge of your fuzzy periphery. “You’ll have to take something much larger than that before this is through.”

“It’s working though.” Sunfrost adds. “Look at the door. That should be all the proof you need to know we’re telling you the truth.”

Feeling dizzy and disoriented now, you slowly loll your head back against the surface they’ve got you laid out on to peer over at the sealed entrance. Sure enough, the center node fitted into the meticulously carved stone was starting to glow the faintest blue, as if it were actively getting a charge from the scene playing out before it.

You knew you should have been excited and happy about this revelation but somehow you’re just a little too distracted by the constant push and pull of Sunfrost’s hand to really focus on that right now. Especially not when you were keenly aware of the fleshy cling of your asshole gripping him on the way out before readily accepting the stretch on the next inward plunge. It was strange and borderline uncomfortable, but at least it didn’t hurt.

Even when he adds a second finger to further open you up for him, it just makes you squirm at the odd sensation of it all. The strangest part though was the sympathetic reaction in your cunt which gradually starts to grow hot and sticky the longer this goes on, almost as if it too wanted to be stretched and filled. You couldn’t make any sense of it when your head felt like it was stuffed with cotton so you just lie there and take it, hoping this ordeal would be over sooner rather than later.

“That’s still a tight fit,” Sunfrost murmurs after a prolonged stretch of silence only interspersed by the soft, sticky click of your asshole accepting his fingers and the strained inhales you suck in. “Guess you really are a virgin.”

“What else did you expect after the way she was carrying on?”

Your annoyance with Stone Enchanter only seems to grow every time he opens his mouth but this, too, doesn’t seem half as pressing as your slowly building arousal.

You were a bit miffed that this was actually having some kind of positive effect on you despite your best attempts to ignore it and remain impartial. That was a losing battle though, and you can only whimper a high strung sound when you feel him start to work a third finger into your loosely clenching hole. Now it starts to toe the line of painful, prompting you to hiss a sharp breath as you thunk your head back against the slate.

“I - it hurts!”

“You need to relax, or it really will hurt here in a moment. How do you expect to take my cock if you can’t even handle a few fingers?”

Seething a wounded little sound, you turn your head to look over at the door again. It was still just barely glowing and it didn’t look like it had increased in strength at all since the last time you’d checked. You really were going to have to see this through all the way.

“Can you bear down slowly?” Sunfrost’s voice pulls your attention back around with a tiny broken whimper.

You aren’t sure what else to do with your hands so you resort to reaching out to either side so you can clutch at the ledge of the dais in a death grip. Screwing your eyes shut in an attempt to dissuade the embarrassed tears that form in them, you hesitantly do as he’d requested and push down on his fingers, allowing him to slide the additional digit in right alongside the rest. You couldn’t even believe how stretched out your ass felt around him or the vaguely burning throb that comes with it. Worst of all is your cunt and how very empty it feels, your toes helplessly clenching and unclenching in the air as you try to suppress the urge to start squirming.

Your pussy felt like it was soaked and nobody had even touched it yet. How were you possibly supposed to get through this without mindlessly begging them to fuck you?

“There,” Sunfrost murmurs, adding a small twist to the thrusting motion of his hand so he can thoroughly stretch out your tight inner sleeve. “That’s much better. Just focus on your breathing and it’ll be over before you know it.”

All you manage is a faltering mewl in response, feeling so overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensations and the rush of stimuli that you can hardly even think straight anymore.

You’re so lost in the punchdrunk haze that you’re not quite certain how long he actually spends working your asshole open, but you are keenly aware of the muscle struggling to close again when he finally pulls back some time later. It’s like there’s a second heartbeat mirrored in your lower body, echoed twice over in both your pussy and your ass, and you’re really not sure how to process any of it.

So you just lie there while he fumbles around between your legs for a moment, drunkenly lolling in and out of reality until you feel Sunfrost shuffle right up against you. The nudge of something smooth and fleshy pressing in on your back entrance startles you out of your stupor though, and you quickly snap your head up to look down.

Your eyes almost pop right out of your head when you see how very large and rigid he is, frightened panic quickly rushing in to drown out some of the delirium. Sucking in a frazzled breath, you start to shove yourself upright but he’s quick to grab hold of your ankles, keeping them elevated and forcing you to stay down in the process.

“W - wait, I can’t - - it’s too big!” You wail, uselessly twisting your legs but his hold on you is as good as iron. It was clear you wouldn’t be going anywhere soon, not until he decided to let you go.

“You can.” He intones, nudging his hips forward to just dip the head of his cock past the struggling ring of muscle to rest along the inner rim. “And you will. Just breathe through it and bear down when I start to slide in.”

You can see Stone Enchanter stiffly shifting his weight at the edge of your peripheral but you’re a little too focused on not devolving into a full blown panic attack to pay him much mind right now. It would have been a frightening prospect to have that huge thing bullied into your cunt but your asshole … you genuinely didn’t think it would fit. No matter how much he’d stretched you out beforehand, there was a problem with the logistics!

To your rattling surprise though he does indeed start to slip inside you one torturous, slow moving inch at a time. A little nudge here, leaning into you to let his weight do the job there. You’re horrified at how wide your asshole actually spreads open around his girth to grant him entry to your body, that viscous lubricant making the slide as easy as it probably could be given the size difference. And he just keeps coming, feeding more and more of his cock into you until it feels like he’s reaching deep enough to press in on your guts.

You’re not sure when exactly the tears start up in earnest but your face is coated in hot, salty tracks by the time he finally nudges his hips up against your ass. Rapidly sucking in one ragged breath after another, you just lie there and pitifully shake while the sensation of being so deeply impaled on his length threatens to send you teetering right over the edge. It was inconceivable that you should feel this horribly close to an orgasm when your ass was the only thing being stuffed full at the moment.

Heaving a low, masculine grunt, Sunfrost gradually starts to move then, halfheartedly rocking his pelvis to give you a chance to adjust. Everything from the waist down is so sensitized and tender that even that much you feel in blinding starbursts of friction which practically has your eyes rolling back in your head.

“How do you like that cock in your ass, little scholar? Does it feel good?”

Blubbering a weak, faltering moan into the stuffy room, you plaintively shake your head. You didn’t like this, you didn’t!

Stone Enchanter chuckles a rumbling sound somewhere just off to your left as Sunfrost starts to pick up the pace, easing himself out only enough so he can then push back in. It was clear even to you that he was building himself up to fuller strokes though, something you couldn’t even conceive when your ruined asshole was already weakly clinging to his thick shaft, and you have to force yourself to shoot another bleary look over at the door.

It was indeed glowing a brighter color now, as if it really were responding to the defilement of your body. You probably would have laughed if you’d had the extra oxygen to do so. You weren’t sure how you were ever going to recover from this so you sorely hoped whatever was waiting on the other side was well worth the price.

And as the minutes continue to tick by in this fashion, Sunfrost becomes ever more uninhibited both in the way he eagerly fucks into your ass and the resounding noises of pleasure he lets out while he does it. At some point he even lets go of your ankles, confident you wouldn’t be going anywhere, and he allows your legs to weakly curl around his sides while he braces his hands along the top of the slab. Even in your intoxicated state of mind you can tell he’s longingly watching your tits bounce underneath your blouse with each and every thrust he gives, but you don’t quite have the presence of mind to scold him for it.

The fact they’d even left you that small dignity was probably a miracle.

Luckily, though, it doesn’t take too long for him to finish and you roughly hiss through your teeth when his once steady thrusts start to lose some of their rhythm in favor of jerky, shuddering jabs up into your guts. Then he grunts a heaving, bestial sound that seems to rush straight down to your cunt, making it pitifully squeeze around nothing, seconds before you feel the vague sensation of him shooting off deep within you. It’s an exceptionally odd feeling, particularly when you were keenly aware of that foreign sensation settling inside you in heavy, clinging clumps. But you just let him do it, glad that it was at least over. You weren’t sure how much more you could’ve taken if he’d decided to take his time with it and drag it out.

“Gods, that’s a sweet ass you’ve got.” He heavily breathes out, head hanging low between his shoulders while he recovers.

“Thanks,” You bitterly murmur as you reach up to lightly press on his hard stomach. “But can you get off me now? I’d like to keep going.”

Languidly laughing, Sunfrost gives his head a brief shake to send his ponytail swishing back and forth before he pushes himself up to stand straight. Hooking a hand around one of your ankles, he nudges it a little higher while the other reaches down to help ease himself out of you. He’s intentionally slow and careful about it, and you soon realize why when a dribble of fast cooling semen rushes out after him the second he slips free of your pitifully clinging hole.

Groaning a deeply embarrassed sound, you fitfully squirm on top of the dais as you desperately will your ass to close shut again. It’s an effort in futility though, and even when it starts to gradually return to its usual state you can tell by the looseness of the muscle that it was probably never going to be quite the same ever again. Damn him.

In fact, damn both of them. A little warning before they took you this deep into the monument ruins would have been appreciated. Your one and only consolation was that the door was now wide open, and there was nothing else standing in the way of your objective.

“Here, let me help you up.” Sunfrost says, offering you his hand which you somewhat grudgingly accept. You weren’t exactly happy about it but you knew your own body well enough to realize just how sore you were going to be after this.

Using his arm to steady your balance, you gingerly scoot to the edge of the raised slate and slide down to your feet. You’re beyond horrified when your ass instinctively clenches against the sudden flood of cum that rushes down with the shift but you valiantly hold it in for fear of further humiliating yourself. You’d already suffered more than enough as far as you were concerned.

“Alright, let’s get going.” Stone Enchanter says as he bends down to grab up your discarded clothes from the floor.

You’re almost fooled into thinking he’d had a change in attitude but then you watch him start to walk away with your pants and shoes in his arms, and your heart plummets straight into the ground. “W - wait, those are mine!”

“And you’ll get them back when we’re done.” He calls over his shoulder.

Deciding you really didn’t like that guy, you shoot Sunfrost a wide eyed look. “What is he talking about?”

“You’ll see.” Is all he says, further bewildering you.

You’re in such a confused state of shock that you don’t even think to protest it when he takes you by the arm and starts to guide you forward, making sure you don’t fall when your legs threaten to give out under you. The only thing you could seem to fully process in that moment was how utterly ridiculous you felt walking around in only a shirt with your sticky cunt making an even greater mess between your legs.

When was this going to end, you wonder.

Not any time soon, you realize only a moment later when the short walk down the unsealed corridor takes you to another door and a second offering slab.

For a long moment you just stare at it in slack jawed disbelief. No way this was actually happening.

“Do you understand now, denizen of the rainforest? Our people do not give up their treasures so easily.”

Eyes flickering to Stone Enchanter, you numbly watch him drop your clothes at the foot of the new dais. That’s also when you notice the intimidating tent poking up through even the red sash that hangs down in front of his waist. He must’ve been quite large as well then, a thought that doesn’t exactly come as a surprise but still disarms you a great deal. Surely he wasn’t actually going to …

“I told you I didn’t want you touching me.” You intone, trying your damnedest to keep your voice even and steady.

“Doesn’t matter. This offering requires two pounds of flesh to gain entry.”

You suck in a sharp breath, intending to scream at him to fuck off, but the words abruptly catch in your throat when Sunfrost uses his hold on your arm to steer you forward. Bare feet stumbling across the stone block floor, you wildly wrench back in an attempt to free yourself but it does you no good. He’s too strong and you’re more than just a little outclassed when you didn’t even have any pants on to put up a proper fight.

Fresh tears spring up in your eyes as he roughly passes you off to his partner who grabs you around the middle so he can lift you. All your kicking and thrashing doesn’t even seem to register as he moves to pin you on top of the smooth surface, belly down to leave your ass vulnerable and defenseless in the air.

Real panic grips you in a chokehold now as you frantically try to push yourself upright but he easily keeps you in place with one massive hand splayed out across your lower back while he fumbles with his pants using the other. Your sobbing pleas go completely unheeded as Sunfrost comes around to stand just next to your head. He makes quick work of wrestling your trembling hands into the hold of a single fist so he can then reach down with the opposite hand to release his now flaccid cock again.

“Stop!” You shriek at the top of your lungs, stomach painfully roiling with the debilitating pangs of fear that crash over you. “You - you can’t do this to me, do you understand? I’m — oh god, I’m a student of the Akademiya! When they find out what you’ve done - -“

“If they find out.” Stone Enchanter chuckles behind you, mere seconds before you feel his hand take pinching hold of your ass cheek so he can spread it apart from the other and bare your abused hole at him. Your mindless struggle immediately ratchets up another notch but they’ve got you completely trapped between them.

All you can do is suck in a rough gasp when you feel him carelessly squirt another healthy dollop of that mysterious oil over your puffed up entrance, pausing only long enough to wedge his thumb inside you to test the give. Meanwhile, Sunfrost has taken his soft cock in hand and he coaxingly nudges it towards your mouth but you quickly jerk your head away.

“What makes you think I’m going to - -!”

Your shrilling abruptly cuts off when he reaches under your chin to forcefully yank your face back around, meanly squeezing your cheeks while he does it. “It’s not a matter of thinking it, little scholar. You will.”

His fingers tighten until your lips start to push out in a loose pucker and you issue a dire whimper when he pulls you down to just ease the wrinkled tip of his foreskin into your mouth. An undignified, faltering wail rises up in your throat at the salty, bitter taste that immediately floods your mouth but you’re not sure if you should be more alarmed about that or the fact Stone Enchanter was using his thumb to hook the inside of your rim so he can tug it open again.

The inside of your body is a creamy mess with the first load you’d had to take but that doesn’t seem to deter him at all. You can feel his cock pushing in on the loosened muscle to fill the space he creates with his hand, and you outright wail when he starts to slide in despite the tight clench of your sore asshole trying to keep him out. Unfortunately Sunfrost takes advantage of that opportunity to feed more of his spongy, flaccid cock into your mouth to stuff it full and smother the sound, leaving you stretched terribly thin between the two of them.

And they're relentless in the way they use your body, each of them just as insistent and merciless as the other. While you’re made to clean Sunfrost’s cock and slowly coax it back to full strength again, Stone Enchanter takes his time slowly working his thick, rigid length in and out of you with savoringly measured thrusts that force you to feel the wide stretch of your hole. It was far too much for you to handle on any level, least of all physically, and it doesn’t take long for you to slip into a doped out, semi comatose state like this.

Distantly, you’re aware of the moment when Stone Enchanter finally reaches his peak some time later, shooting off a fat, heavy load deep inside your ass while he grunts his pleasure. The amount of cum you can feel sloshing around within your guts somehow manages to register as surprising to you but you’re a little too far gone to linger on it.

Especially not when Sunfrost pulls his now fully hardened cock from your mouth, leaving you in a puddle of your own drool while he walks back to take up the spot between your legs that Stone Enchanter vacates with a rumble of satisfaction. You brace yourself to be penetrated again, knowing the fresh stretch to your gaping hole was coming, but he manages to catch you off guard as he pulls you back by the hips to half slide down off the ceremonial dais.

You immediately collapse when your legs buckle as soon as your feet touch the floor and the only thing that keeps you semi upright are his arms around your waist. Hanging limp from Sunfrost’s hold like a puppet that’s had its strings cut, you let him jostle you around until he’s got you positioned how he wants with one arm slung back behind his neck and one hand hooked under your knee.

All at once he’s lifting you, and you plaintively squeal when the sudden shift of your body makes your loosened asshole give out to dribble thick, sloppy clumps of semen onto the ground. Lurching in horror at the apparent loss of your muscle control, you jerk your chin down as if to check yourself over and assess the damage, but the sight of your vaguely rounded belly stops you dead in your tracks.

The entire world suddenly feels like it’s crashing down around you as you struggle to make sense of it even though on some basic, intrinsic level you understood that it could only be the result of one thing. They’d filled you up with enough cum that it was not only squirting right out of you but it was also starting to distend your stomach too.

Worst of all, they didn’t appear to be done just yet as Stone Enchanter shuffles into the space between your spread legs, idly stroking his cock while he grins in your face. You aren’t sure what to make of it at first, suddenly finding yourself sandwiched between the two of them like this, but then Sunfrost nudges you lower to just brush his cock over the puffed out rim of your asshole.

Sucking in a half strangled gasp, you jerk your wide eyed attention up at the red brocade on Stone Enchanter’s face, knowing he could still somehow see you even with it in the way. “Please,” You warble, dread making your voice sound tiny and frail. “Don’t do this to me. I’m begging you. I - I can’t - -“

“Take care of a baby?” He helpfully supplies as he shifts even closer to line himself up with your cunt, just barely touching your labia with the fleshy tip. “Well, let’s just say you won’t have to worry about that out here in the desert. You’ll have plenty of time to devote to motherhood without any school to get in the way.”

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