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ilikerafayelwaytoomuch · 27 days ago

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Help me learn?

Best friend! Rafayel x inexperienced! Reader

After getting stood up on another date, you find comfort in your best friend Rafayel. But what happens when he offers to give your first kiss?

Warnings/tags: little angst, both reader and Rafayel being a lil dumb, some fluff, smut, p in v, first time reader, blowjob, fingering, use of vibrator, I think that's all?? Not proofread so sorry if there's any mistakes, I'll proof later. Around 7k words 😵‍💫

A/n: haven't written smut in a long time and I may have gone a lil overboard...but I just love this trope and Raffie 😭

Walking through the door of Rafayel's apartment, I sighed, throwing my bag to the ground. ��Another dud?” He asked, turning to look at me from the couch. I sighed again.

“Yep. This one didn't even bother to show up,” I informed him. He sighed as well.

“You need better taste in men,” he stated, turning his focus back to the TV. I frowned.

“It's not that bad,” I argued. “I just don't understand how people are able to use dating apps so easily and not get stood up every other date. Am I that unattractive?” I asked, feeling insecure. This was the third date in 2 weeks that had stood me up. The ones that did show up were awful, either their manners inexistent or huge red flags. I hadn't dated at all before this, making my insecurities even more rampant. Was I really hopeless? 25 years without so much of a kiss from someone. I was tired of being alone. Inexperienced. But I refused to just have sex with a random guy I didn't like just to say I've had sex. That was proving harder than I thought though.

“Come sit,” Rafayel patted the seat next to him and I walked over and sat down, resting my head on his shoulder as his arm wrapped around my back. “You're not unattractive, quite the opposite really. These guys are just stupid.”

“You have to say that. You're my best friend,” I argued.

“I really don't have to say it. I say it because I mean it. Besides I literally tell you when your outfit is atrocious, why would I lie to you?” he teased.

“Because saying a piece of clothing looks bad on me is very different than telling me I'm ugly. I just don't understand Raf. I try to be nice and do everything right. I'm fucking 25 and never been kissed for gods sake. I can't even get someone to kiss me, so therefore I must be pretty fucking repulsive,” I sniffed. I felt tears approaching and cursed myself for crying over something so dumb. These men didn't even deserve to be kissed, yet they showed no signs of being attracted to me at all. No one ever did. “Is that the problem? No one wants to kiss me because I've never kissed someone? Wouldn't someone like that in some sick weird perverted way? Yet still nothing,” I lamented, tears falling now. “I just feel so fucking stupid. I feel like I should just give up and be alone forever. Live and die a virgin.” Rafayel rested his head on mine with a sigh.

“I know you won't believe me, but I promise you, you're gorgeous. These guys are really missing out on an incredible woman. You're so kind, caring, fun and so very pretty. It's easy for me to tell you to not place your worth in worthless guys, because it feels worse to be where you are. But try not to? I know one day you'll find someone worth it,” he comforted me. I nodded. His words helped some, but I still felt incredibly insecure. He wiped my tears with his sleeve and moved slightly to grab the remote, wordlessly putting on my favorite show. I stayed next to him for a few episodes, letting his presence comfort me. I wished that I could meet someone like him who cared about me. But all I got was shitty guys. And still no experience. I felt like I was missing out on a big part of life. And that sucked. “Can I stay the night?” I asked him between episodes.

“Of course you can. I'd be happy to binge watch this with you all night and the tub of ice cream sitting in my freezer,” he smiled. I nodded.

“I'm gonna go wash up then,” I decided.

“Sure. You know where everything is already.” I got up and headed to his bathroom connected to his room. I stopped by his closet to see if I had some clothes left here. I somehow didn't, even though I could have sworn I left some sweatpants here last time I crashed at his place. I had been stood up again, but had decided to drink away my sorrows. Rafayel had picked me up and brought me here to sleep.

Instead, I found one of his shirts to sleep in and a pair of his sweats. They'd be big on me, but that was fine. I got into his shower, taking my time to wash up, using all of his fancy expensive products. Rafayel was very particular about his hair and skin care, always buying expensive products. I couldn't say the same for myself, so taking a shower at his place was like a little treat. Once out of the shower I followed up with more of his products, because how could I not. Once I was clean and cosy, I headed back out to his living room, joining him on the couch. For a moment I thought I caught him staring at me, eyes roaming my body and checking me out. I brushed it off, knowing it wasn't possible. He handed me a spoon and opened up the tub of ice cream, setting it between us and beginning to play the next episode of the show.

It was comfortable. Sitting next to him, eating ice cream, wearing his clothes and watching a comfort show. The pains of being stood up had eased some, my mind being distracted. It was always comfortable with Rafayel. He never judged me for my weirdness or crying over stupid things. In fact, he was just about the only person I ever confided in. He didn't tell me I was weird for not having experience, telling me that it wasn't weird at all and shouldn't make a difference. He was the reason I felt confident enough to try dating. But even with all of this, his next words shocked me. “I could help if you want, you know,” he randomly informed me.

“Help with what?” I asked, unsure what he was talking about.

“Kissing,” he stated as if it was the easiest thing in the world. I almost dropped my spoon, surprised. I didn't know what to think or feel. “I just mean,” he paused, growing insecure himself. “If it'll help you feel better to have kissed someone you know before trying to kiss someone you don't, I can. That way you can say you at least have experience in that,” he glanced at me nervously. “But totally cool if you don't want to, I just thought I'd offer. Actually, now that I'm saying it out loud I don't know why I said that. You wouldn't want to kiss me-”

“Okay,” I interrupted him, surprising myself as well as him.

“What?” He stared at me, surprised.

“I mean yeah, it would help. I know you and I feel safe with you so it wouldn't be as scary to kiss I don't think. It could probably help me feel more confident about things. But I don't want to make things weird or anything,” I explained, thinking out loud. It did make sense. I wanted to experience being kissed by someone I knew, not someone random. It was just a kiss. It didn't have to mean anything. He'd show me how and that would be that. Easy solution. After having kissed someone, I think I'd be less scared of initiating that or more with someone else. “Are you sure?” He breathed.

“Yeah,” I said after a beat of silence, nodding. “You can show me how it's done. You always brag about how every girl says you're the best kisser. So why not learn from the best? It doesn't have to mean anything…”

“Yeah, uh, okay,” he blinked, realizing that I had agreed to what he thought was a wild suggestion. “So, should we just–” he paused and looked at me.

“Well I don't know what to do, that's why you're here,” I laughed.

“Right,” he chuckled. “Here,” he took my spoon from me and set it down along with his spoon and the tub of ice cream on the coffee table. He stared at me expectantly and I tilted my head at him, signaling he was fully in the lead here and I had no idea how to begin. He twisted his body towards me before slowly leaning in. My breath caught in my throat at the distance. I could feel his breath on me, his nose almost touching mine. His head tilted slightly, hesitantly moving closer, before he suddenly stopped and frowned, groaning. “Ugh, at least close your eyes you weirdo,” he whined and I laughed, closing my eyes. I felt him move closer again, anticipation bubbling up in me. His lips gently pressed against mine, capturing them in an unfamiliar sensation. His lips were soft, softer than I would have guessed. He moved them against me, encouraging me to move. I did, hesitantly separating my lips slightly. His slotted between, deepening the kiss. I felt my face heating up, my whole body really. Rafayel's hand gently caught my face, pulling me into him more as our lips danced. My hands shook as I hesitantly reached for him, landing on his thighs. When he felt it, his other hand guided mine to his shoulders, wrapping around him. I scooted closer, wanting more. I gasped as I felt his tongue, teasing and exploring. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced. And I wanted more. I felt hot all over, but like I needed to be closer to him. I no longer worried about how I was at kissing, only focusing on how I was feeling. Was kissing always this nice? If it was then I definitely was missing out. I felt like I was suffocating, but made no effort to stop. Rafayel was the one to pull back first, pressing his lips to mine one last time in a quick kiss before resting his forehead on mine. I felt his breath, panting onto mine. I was afraid to open my eyes. Afraid of what I'd see. Insecurity ripped at me once more. Was it awful? Is he repulsed? I peeked open my eyes to see him staring at me with an unfamiliar expression. It was like he was staring into my soul, searching for something or engraving a memory there. He blinked suddenly, backing away. “So yeah, that's uh, how you do that,” he stuttered. He backed away fully and gulped, avoiding my eyes. That scared me more than I thought it would. I took it as a sign that he hated every second, that he'd regretted his decision to offer. I nodded and bit my lip, looking away and praying I wouldn't cry. It felt even stupider to cry over. I sniffled and Rafayel's head shot up to look at me. “Are you crying?” He asked, voice trembling in fear.

“No,” I lied, sniffing again.

“What's wrong? Did I do something wrong? Are you okay?” He asked, concerned. I shook my head, too embarrassed to even explain what I felt. “Talk to me, please? What's going on in there?” He pleaded, worried he had done something wrong. He never wanted to hurt me, and if he had accidentally done something to upset me he wanted to know so he could fix it.

“It's nothing,” I told him, stopping my tears.

“It's not nothing if you're crying. Should I not have kissed you?” He asked softly.

“It's not that,” I muttered.

“Then what is it? Was it so awful and uncomfortable that it made you cry?” He asked, teasing but genuinely worried.

“Are you sure it wasn't awful and uncomfortable for you?” I asked. His eyes widened.

“Are you kidding me? Absolutely not. It was perfect,” he breathed. “Did you think I didn't enjoy it?”

“I mean I don't know. It's not like I know what I'm doing and then you just looked away like I had slapped you,” I admitted.

“You misunderstand. I did enjoy it, maybe more than I should have,” he slowly admitted. I understood what he was saying and was unsure what to say, so I just nodded. We were best friends. Best friends don't just kiss and enjoy it that much, do they? Is that a rule or something? Had we just ruined everything? Surely we could go back to normal after this…. “I'm gonna wash up,” Rafayel decided, disappearing pretty quickly. I sat on his couch, stunned. Worried. Pretty much feeling every emotion you could feel. Maybe it was a bad idea to kiss my best friend. I had just ruined everything. My one friend. I flopped onto the couch, laying down and hugging a pillow. Thoughts swarmed my head, attacking me. I pushed my eyes closed and wished them away, but instead, sleep greeted me.

When I woke up I was confused as to where I was. Then I remembered what had happened. The date that stood me up. Rafayel. The kiss. Oh God the kiss. Could we pretend like it hasn't happened and go back to the way things were? Did I even want that? I was in Rafayel's bed and I knew I hadn't fallen asleep there, so he had to have brought me there. That was a good sign? I sat up and stretched, looking around to see Rafayel was not there. I heard movement outside, likely him making breakfast. It wasn't abnormal. I had spent the night with him before and had eaten breakfast with him. That's all this was. Normal. But why did it feel so scary to face him? He said he liked the kiss, but I had a hard time believing that. Either way, the kiss has changed things. And that scared me the most. I didn't want to lose Rafayel and our friendship. I couldn't lose him. So I decided to pretend I felt normal and that my mind wasn't flooded with confused emotions. “Morning,” I greeted Rafayel entering the kitchen.

“Sleep okay?” He asked, turning to look at me. I nodded.

“Whatcha making?”

“Just some eggs.”

“Perfect, something you can't burn,” I teased.

“Everyone knows the first three pancakes don't turn out,” he argued.

“Mm, but that's the first three. Not most of them burning.”

“It was a new pan!” He pouted. “Apparently I should have made more to show you I can make pancakes just fine without burning them.”

“Next time then,” I chuckled. He shook his head.

“Better watch it or you're not eating.”

“You wouldn't dare,” I gasped.

“Try me,” he sang. I laughed, making him smile. He got a couple plates and handed me one with food on it. We sat and ate as normal. Everything was going pretty normally. Almost too much so. We avoided talking about the night before or really anything even closely related to it. Just talking about surface level things. It felt a bit tense. We were still talking and teasing as usual, but it was different. I prayed it wouldn't last and we'd go back to normal. After we ate, I had to grab my things and head home, having work to get to.

Almost a full week passed and I hadn't heard anything from Rafayel. That wasn't normal. I was terrified. I was worried I'd messed everything up and would lose him. I couldn't lose my best friend, my only friend. He said he liked the kiss, maybe even too much so…what did that even mean? Did he regret it? Regretted it because now he's repulsed even just by my sight? No. That didn't make sense. Maybe he was like me. The kiss unlocked deeper feelings for him than I had realized were there. But I knew he couldn't feel the same, he always went for the exact opposite of me. He was comfortable with his sexuality, with intimacy and things in general. I wasn't. I was too rigid and anxious. He was carefree and moved with the wind. I never gave myself a chance to think of him romantically. But after the kiss, that had changed. Feeling for him had been building up in the box I buried them in. And they wanted out. All I knew was that the silence was killing me. I couldn't lose him. I had texted him and called and heard nothing. So I took matters into my own hands.

I knocked on his door, unfamiliar to me, but it felt better than just walking in as normal. He opened the door, looking disheveled- his hair looked like his hands had ran through it countlessly, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips and tank top strap sliding down. “Y/n,” his eyes widened. “Wh-what are you doing here?” He asked, seemingly out of breath.

“You haven't answered me all week-”

“Rafa?” A woman's voice interrupted me and felt like a slap to my face. It was then I put two and two together…his appearance, a woman's voice calling to him…

“Oh, I'm sorry,” I began, voice shaking as emotions took over. “I didn't realize…bye,” I suddenly spoke, turning and leaving without giving him a chance to say anything. Tears pricked at my eyes, beginning to fall as I felt my heart break. Of course he didn't like me. He only said he enjoyed the kiss to make me feel better. I should have known. I should have kept a better lock on my feelings. I went home and broke down, cursing myself for making things even more complicated. But only more complicated for myself. Rafayel probably couldn't even stand the thought of me. I should have gotten the hint when he didn't say anything for a week. I had messed everything up.

I woke up to pounding at my door. I had fallen asleep crying last night, heartbroken. Not bothering to change out of my PJs, I got up to answer the door. My eyes widened when I was met with Rafayel. I said nothing, not even knowing what to say after interrupting him yesterday. “Can we talk?” He breathed, looking unsure. I nodded and let him in. We sat on my couch, saying nothing. I didn't know what to say. I was heartbroken over someone who was never mine. My emotions and feelings were all over the place. I didn't know how to feel. “I'm sorry about yesterday,” Rafayel broke the silence.

“You don't need to be sorry. I'm the one who interrupted you and your company,” I muttered.

“Not that, well yes that. I'm sorry I'm such an asshole. That I did that to you,” he breathed.

“I really don't know what you're talking about Rafayel,” I admitted. He nodded and took a breath.

“Last week, when I offered to kiss you,” he began. “I did that because I liked you, because I like you. I didn't really mean to say it, but then you agreed and I felt like I had won the lottery. I was going to kiss the girl of my dreams. But then, after, I realized I had messed up. You're my best friend. Like you said, the kiss didn't mean anything. I panicked and worried I had messed up. I tried to tell myself the kiss meant nothing, that what I had felt wasn't that. I tried to get over it, over you, but I can't. It doesn't matter who I see or what I do, all I can think about is you. How your lips felt against mine. How if you were mine I'd get to kiss you whenever I wanted. How you mean everything to me, but I was too afraid to say anything because you were actively dating other people. Actively looking for someone that wasn't me. I thought I was okay with just being friends, that I could get over you, but I can't. It wasn't right of me to do what I did with her yesterday, wasn't right to you or her. And for that I am sorry. It was stupid. But I realized that I can't get over you. No one can replace you, y/n. I want you. I want to be yours. I want to take you on dates and show you how you deserve to be treated unlike all those guys who stood you up. I want to experience your firsts with you. I know it's messed up to say as I'm clearly not a virgin, but thinking about someone else experiencing that with you makes me so jealous. I want you to myself, even though I messed up. I'm sorry.”

“Kinda weird to apologize about being balls deep in another woman last night and then confess to another woman the morning after,” I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. He laughed breathlessly.

“To be fair, I didn't actually sleep with her. I couldn't after I saw you. She was rightfully pissed about it,” he admitted.

“I was mostly kidding. I was afraid I had messed everything up. I buried my feelings for you when we first met, thinking I'd never have the chance. I didn't know that those feelings grew in the box I buried until you kissed me and they exploded out. Then I saw you with another woman and I figured I was just an idiot,” I shrugged.

“I'm the idiot. I should have just confessed to you then and there.”

“We both are. I should have brought it up after. Talked about it with you,” I nodded. An awkward silence grew, feelings out in the open. “So, what now?” I asked, unsure.

“I show you how sorry I am?” He smiled. I tilted my head, confused. “Let me take you out tonight for dinner. Take you on a proper date?”

“I'd like that,” I nodded.

“Aaaaaand if you’re so willing we could go back to my place after and I can make it up to you even more, show you how other things are done,” he smirked.

“Don't get too far ahead of yourself,” I chuckled.

“That wasn't a no?” He raised his brow.

“It wasn't a no,” I agreed. He smiled.

“I'll see you tonight then? I'll pick you up around 6?” He asked.

“It's a date,” I agreed. He smiled and nodded.

“But before I go, I have to do this,” he warned, reaching for my chin and kissing me. He sighed when our lips met, pecking my lips once more before looking at me. “Been thinking about that since last week.”

“Me too. Now get out of here I have to get ready for a hot date tonight,” I smiled at him. He laughed and stood, leaving me in my apartment.

The date went well, obviously. Rafayel had showed up with my favorite flowers, dressed nicely. We ate at a restaurant neither of us had been to, but had heard a lot about. It was comfortable. Fun. Somehow, his silliness charmed me as he wiggled his eyebrows and asked if I wanted to go to his place, as I agreed. We were sitting on his couch and I was a bit confused. We had obviously gone back to his place for a reason, we both knew that. Yet Rafayel hadn't made a move. We were just chatting away on his couch. I was getting a bit frustrated. “Rafayel?” I asked suddenly.

“Yes?” He blinked.

“When are you going to make a move?” I asked.

“What?” He stuttered.

“We both know why we're here, unless I misread every single signal in the book. Do you not want to?”

“I do!” He quickly spoke. “I just- are you really sure about this? You want me to be your first?”

“I do. More than anything,” I confirmed, tone serious. He nodded, but still made no effort to move. With everything out in the open once more, I felt a bit more confident. I chuckled before moving to settle on his lap, facing him and pressing my lips to his. Despite my inexperience, Rafayel happily complied, hands resting on my hips and lips moving against mine. The kiss quickly turned more desperate, sending waves of heat to my core. I moved to catch my breath, lowering my lips to his jaw. Rafayel gasped, bit tilted his head back slightly, allowing more room. “Someone's feeling bold now,” he breathed as I moved my lips lower, sucking slightly. His fingers tightened on my hips and I smiled against his skin.

“Just always wanted to try this,” I admitted. “Can I leave a mark?” I asked, a bit embarrassed.

“Anything you want,” he breathed, letting out a small moan as I left a small hickey on his neck. “Fuck, you'll be the death of me.” I smiled at him, sitting up to look at him. His cheeks were flushed and eyes lidded with desire. I unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his chest. “Oh? This fast,” he smirked. I pouted and he laughed, helping me take the rest of his shirt off.

It wasn't the first time I had seen Rafayel shirtless, but it felt different this time. I hesitantly touched his stomach and he grabbed my hand, leading it to brush down his torso, starting at his chest. My breathing deepened, Rafayel's intense gaze on me. I eyed him curiously, brushing a finger against his nipple. He gasped and slapped a hand over his mouth. “You,” he breathed, surprised. I smirked at him.

“Figured you'd be all sensitive,” I giggled, feeling more confident and tugging on his nipple now. I continued to play with his chest, squeezing, brushing and flicking to my heart's desires as I watched him wriggle beneath me. His chest rose and fell rapidly, small gasps leaving his throat. He was even more flushed now, redness creeping down his neck. And the best of all, was feeling how hard he was, all because of me. I wanted to try more though. I wanted to hear more from him. Hurriedly, I unbuttoned his pants, trying to push them down. He wasted no time in raising his hips to help me, but stopped me from moving further. “Are you sure you want to?” He breathed, trying to catch his breath. I nodded.

“I do. I probably won't be that good at it, but I wanna make you feel good,” I explained. He nodded as I sunk to the floor in front of the couch, waiting. He groaned at the sight and threw his head back. “I haven't even done anything yet,” I teased.

“You're too gorgeous, I don't know if I can even handle you with my cock in your hands or mouth,” he admitted, making me chuckle. I insistently tugged on the band of his underwear and he listened, taking them off. His cock sprung out, almost resting against his stomach, shining with precum. I stared at the sight. “Nothing?” He asked, looking down at me. I shrugged.

“It's not like I've been this up close and personal with a real dick before,” I rolled my eyes. “It's nicer than I thought. More pretty than pictures, but I also have no idea how that's going to fit.” He chuckled at my honesty.

“Want some guidance for this or you just wanna go for it?” He asked.

“Help for now? I wanna know what you like, what you do when you stroke your cock,” I admitted. His jaw dropped, not expecting the lewd words from my mouth.

“Fuck ok. Give me your hand,” he instructed. He wrapped my hand around his cock, his hand on top to guide me. “Like this,” he demonstrated, moving it up and down and squeezing some. “Don't be afraid to squeeze it more, just have fun and go with it,” he breathed out slowly. I nodded and he removed his hand. I was hesitant at first, moving slowly before deciding to speed up. That was the right move, Rafayel moaning at the pace, his head lulling back. I continued, experimenting as he said to see what he liked. It was not only helpful that Rafayel was vocal, but also incredibly hot. I was burning up, panties sticking uncomfortably to me. Rafayel was whining now, pawing at my shirt. I took it off without hesitating, my lacy bra on full display. He moaned at the sight before throwing his head back. It was then I decided to be even more confident, wrapping my lips around him. He yelped in shock, eyes widening in shock as he looked at me. I smiled at him, humming in content that he was now watching me. “Shit, you like me looking at you like this?” He asked, and I nodded, beginning to bob up and down. His hand gently made its way into my hair, Rafayel using every bit of focus to not thrust into my mouth. “Your tits look so good, fuck. Did you buy that just for me?” He asked, I smiled and nodded, taking him further into my mouth and almost choking. I gagged and Rafayel chuckled. “Careful baby. Take it at your own pace. You can use your hands for the rest,” he suggested. I took his suggestion, using my hands to reach what my mouth couldn't. I found my pace, making Rafayel get louder as he approached his orgasm. I was surprised when he wordlessly pushed my head off of him, his hands reaching down to finish himself off. He cursed as he came, spurts landing on my breasts as I watched him in awe. He had never looked so ethereal, head thrown back as he screamed my name. He recovered almost too quickly, pulling me up onto his lap and kissing me. Before I could ask how I did, he was picking me up and carrying me to his bed, setting me down on it. I gasped as my back bounced against his bed and he dove in immediately, licking up his cum from my chest. I moaned into his touch, the feeling of his tongue on my breasts and the lewd sight of him cleaning me up. “Fuck Raf,” I breathed, chest pounding. He stopped and smiled at me.

“Did so good for me, let me repay you?” He asked. I nodded and he reached behind me to unclasp my bra, my breasts falling. I was insecure about their size and Rafayel somehow knew this. I had complained multiple times about them being too large for certain tops, he always disagreed. He was more than excited to show them the love he believed they deserved, hand immediately groping them. “Told you they're so pretty,” he mumbled, eyes locked onto them in awe as he played with them. He wasted no time in wrapping his lips around my right nipple, making me whine and arch into him. “Gonna convince you to let me see em more, my pretty girls,” he chuckled, suckling harder before switching.

“Raf,” I whined, pulling his hair slightly, my chest beginning to hurt from all the attention. He moaned at the feeling, throwing me off. He froze, burying his face in my chest. “Did you just– are you into that?” I asked curiously, tugging his hair again. His hips jerked into my leg as he softly moaned.

“Don't make fun of me,” he whined, pressing his lips into a kiss between my breasts. He trailed kisses lower and lower, making my breathing deepen as I shuddered. He paused when he reached my pants, looking up at me. “Are you sure you still want this? We can stop at any time,” he asked. I smiled at him.

“I'm sure. I want this. I want you,” I confirmed. He nodded and I felt his fingers frap the top of my pants.

“Then let's get these out of the way, shall we?” He smiled, pulling down my pants in one go. He licked his lips when he saw my panties, lacy and matching my discarded bra. “You're so cute,” he breathed, head dropping onto my stomach. “Gonna have to buy you some more sets so I can see you and worship you in them more,” he sighed, pulling them down as well. I bit my lip and looked away, afraid to see his reaction to me completely bare. He wanted none of that, gently turning my chin towards him in a kiss. “You're perfect,” he told me, looking into my eyes and making sure that I knew he meant it. “I know no one's done this before, just tell me if you feel uncomfortable and I'll stop immediately okay?”

“Okay,” I breathed as I watched him move lower, settling in between my legs. I felt his breath on me as he breathed in my scent before diving in, licking a teasing stripe across my folds. I gasped at the feeling, legs instinctively wanting to close. Rafayel placed an arm across my hips, the other gently holding my thigh so I wouldn't move. He continues to explore, slurping away as if starved as he moaned. I was doing no better myself at staying quiet, hands finding his hair and pulling slightly. When I looked down, I saw his hips rutting into his mattress, his eyes briefly making contact with mine before he smiled and moved his tongue to circle my clit. My hips jerked, held down by his arm.

I yelped in half surprise, half discomfort when I felt one of his fingers enter. “You okay?” Rafayel immediately paused. I nodded. “Just bear with it, I promise you'll feel good soon, but if not, let me know.” I nodded once more and his tongue returned, focusing on my clit. After a moment he experimentally moved his finger, gently thrusting it in. He set a slower pace, eventually adding another. “Raf, I,” I began to panic, tugging his hair up. He stopped once again and looked at me, caressing my face. “Is it too much?” He asked.

“I dont- I don't know,” I managed to get out, feeling unsure.

“Do you want to stop?” He asked, looking for an honest answer in my eyes. I hesitated.

“Not really. I'm just nervous or something, I don't know,” I tried to explain. He nodded in understanding and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“We can stop if it's too much, I promise that's okay. I don't want you to be scared or uncomfortable. Is there anything I can do to help?” He paused. “Have you touched yourself before?”

“Rafayel,” I covered my face, embarrassed. He chuckled and moved my hands.

“It's nothing to be embarrassed about. I only ask because if there's something you know you like and I can do to make you feel better, I want to do that. More clit stimulation? Less? Slower pace?” He rambled.

“I…have,” I winced. “But I don't really prefer my fingers and things,” I whispered, embarrassed. He nodded.

“More of a vibe gal? Does that make it more comfortable?” He asked. I hesitated, still feeling a bit uncomfortable talking about it with him. But he seemed so sincere, it was harder to be completely embarrassed. “It usually helps, yeah,” I admitted.

“Mm wait here, lemme see what I got,” he said before running off, bare ass out disappearing into his bathroom. I furrowed my brows in confusion, laying there in his bed. He returned with a smile, holding a small black bullet vibe in his hand. “Will this do?” He asked me, showing me. My mouth opened and closed. Where the hell did he get a vibrator? Was it his or some random woman's? Did he get it to use on another woman?

“Um, probably, but, whos- where,” I stuttered, unsure what to ask or how to ask it.

“It's mine. Only been used on me too, but I'm willing to share,” he smiled. My eyes widened.

“You?” I began, he cut me off with a laugh.

“Everyone masturbates sweetie. I was curious about what it's do for me so I bought one. Didn't really like it, but I'm glad I kept it because now I can use it on you,” he explained. I blinked but nodded slowly. “Now let's just hope this babys got enough battery,” he said before kissing my nose and lowering once again. I felt the cold tip of the vibrator press against my clit and I instinctively pressed into it. It clicked on and I let out a moan at the feeling, relaxing immediately. I felt Rafayel watching me, looking for any reaction from me. He turned it up another notch at the same time I felt his finger enter me again. My back arched slightly. “Better?” Rafayel asked. I nodded.

“Mmm, yeah,” I admitted. He nodded, beginning to thrust his finger before adding another. He added a third while simultaneously speeding up the vibrator, beginning to move it in small circles on my clit. His fingers began to thrust faster, curling slightly and making me cry out, seeing stars. It was an overwhelming amount of pleasure, coiling up in my stomach. “I'm close,” I warned Rafayel.

“Mm, go ahead and let go for me baby. Let me see you cum,” he lazily encouraged me, continuing his pace with his fingers and vibe. The tight band in my stomach snapped, an orgasm rolling through me. I whined as I came down, the vibrator still on my clit and overstimulating me. Rafayel had mercy and turned it off, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean. I couldn't focus on him, not realizing he had sunk lower until I felt his tongue moving across me, gathering my cum in his mouth as he moaned at the taste. “Raf, it's too much,” I pulled at his hair, dazed.

“You can handle it, love. Can't let it go to waste,” he slurred out, not making an effort to stop anytime soon. He lazily licked up my cum as I squirmed, overstimulation turning into me wanting more. Rafayel finally deemed his job of cleaning me up done, stopping to kiss me once again. I groaned into it, pulling him closer to me. I was exhausted, but I craved more. “Need you,” I breathed out. He nodded, breaking the kiss and grabbing a condom from his bedside table. He seemed drunk, drunk on my taste and me beneath him.

“Gonna make you feel good,” he muttered, slipping the condom on and pulling my legs up and onto his shoulders. I blushed, his eyes bore into mine, biting his lip. “God, you're so beautiful. Can't believe you're in front of me,” he admitted, moving his cock between my folds, but not pushing in. I blushed more at his words, not exactly feeling pretty in the compromising position. He looked down, guiding his cock into my entrance before looking at me for any signs of discomfort. I breathed in sharply at the intrusion and Rafayel was quick to reach over and grab the vibrator, turning it on the lowest setting and pressing it to my clit. “Relax for me baby. Let me in,” he instructed. My body reacted, letting him push into me further. He dropped the vibrator when he was all the way in, both of us moaning at the feeling, the vibrator forgotten and still buzzing to the side. Rafayel breathed heavily, letting me adjust. What once felt like pain began to be pleasure and I needed him to move, my hips grinding up onto him. He groaned, and got the hint, hips slowly moving back, cock almost slipping out before he moved his hips back in. The pace was unbelievably slow for both of us. “Feels so good,” Rafayel muttered.

“So full. I need more,” I told him, pace too slow. He nodded, picking up the pace by thrusting into me faster, still pulling out slow. Rafayel watched me as he moved, jaw dropped in awe when he slammed into me fully, soaking in the feeling when he pulled out. It was addicting. But not enough. I clawed at his arms, begging him to speed up. “I don't know if I can keep it together,” he warned.

“Then don't. Please Rafayel, I can take it. I need more. I need you,” I cried. He nodded and his pace immediately switched, pounding into me as quickly as he could. I cried out, holding onto whatever I could of his. His eyes never left me, watching my face or my body, watching the way everything moved as he pounded into me, watching where we were connected. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the buzzing vibrator and got an idea, reaching for it. He turned it up and pressed it against my clit, the vibration making me scream his name. The vibration was strong enough for him to feel it, his cock being sucked in deliciously while the vibrator added extra stimulation to it. “Fuck, you're taking me so well. I'm not gonna last much longer,” he warned.

“I can't!” I breathed, not even able to form sentences. Rafayel smirked, proud of himself for getting me into this state.

“Cum with me,” he demanded, thrusting a few more times before coming undone, exploding into the condom. I came just as quick, milking him for all he had, squirting slightly on his cock. Rafayel collapsed onto me, wrapping his arms around me. We stayed like that for a while, coming down from our highs and returning to reality. “Oh my God,” I breathed, embarrassed when I realized that I had squirted. “Did I really?”

“Mmm yeah. Didn't think I'd make you feel good enough to squirt on my cock,” he teased. “Gonna set my expectations high.”

“I'm sor-”

“Don't. You have nothing to be sorry for. That was fucking hot. Nothing you did today was bad. You were absolutely perfect. More than perfect. Everything I could have ever wanted and more. So don't apologize,” he cut me off. I nodded. We stayed like that a bit longer, until Rafayel sighed. “We should get cleaned up,” he reasoned but didn't move.

“We should,” I agreed.

“Before that, and I'm totally not saying this just to stay here a bit longer, we should talk?”

“About what?”

“I wanna make sure you had a good time and you felt good. That everything was okay or if there's anything I can do next time?” He asked, kissing my jaw.

“I can assure you that was probably the best I've ever felt. It was perfect. You were perfect. Is there anything I should change or do?” I asked. He shook his head.

“If you having no experience felt like that, I can't wait for more,” he laughed. I laughed with him and he sighed, getting up and pulling out. After disposing of his condom, he picked me up and carried me to his bathroom, placing me on the counter while he ran a bath. Rafayel put me in the bath before getting in behind me, wrapping his arms around me again. He was always clingy, but felt extra clingy now. I was perfectly okay with that. He helped clean me up, noticing I was on the verge of sleep. Once we were done, he helped me out of the bath and info some of his clothes to sleep in. He practically clung to me when he got into his bed after me, holding me closely and pressing a kiss to my neck. “Thank you for trusting me. Sleep well my love,” he whispered.

“Thank you for taking care of me. Sweet dreams fishie.”

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krewekreep · 2 months ago

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Help Me Create Perfection Part 2

Part 1: Prelude + Plot

Tags: Evil Scientist AU, Reseacher!Reader, Mad Scientist!Sukuna, dubcon, enemies to... (have fun), boss/subordinate dynamic, God complex, Yandare realness, Breeding Kink Sukuna wants to defeat life itself...it's Sukuna, kinda expect the worst.

Summary: 2.6K words. Ryomen Sukuna is on a quest to become God. What happens when his most prized researcher keeps messing up his experiment?

Author's Note: Kinda Proofread, always editing. (Took way too long, sorry 😭) ((Also no word count, it’s super long.))

“Y/N,” Ryomen forces you to face him again. How annoying it is your tears are falling all over his hand and arm. How beneath you it is to cry and allow someone to affect you so much. He’ll have to be sure to teach you better than that. “What does my creation need?” You’re gonna tell him one way or the other. You have no choice now, and the darting of your eyes—obviously trying to think of something, made Ryomen enraged. Is the idea of him that repulsive? Are you really someone so prideful to deny yourself the privileges of his association? Any other woman would’ve done anything to be in his bed—plenty do. Do you think you really are that special? How lucky you are he simply needs to use you for a much grander goal.

“What does…our child need?” He can’t wait for you anymore. It’s decided, had been long before he snatched you away. “It,” you spat but before getting any farther in your denouncement he grabs you by the hair pulling your head back. A warning to refer to your child with proper acknowledgment. “He…he needs parents Ryomen.” You’re a breathless and dazed mess from the sheer weight of the confrontation at hand. He pulls you to face him—his expression a blazing mysterious scowl. “Everyone, get out.” His assistants are stunned and look between each other and Lu, poor baby, might have had his eyes on you the whole time but can’t bring himself to come between the two of you. And he hopes you can forgive him. Which won’t matter given he’ll never see you again. No one will. “I said…get out.” Ryomen never shouts. He never has to as when the baritone of his bravado drops to an eerie growl, it is a deep primal assertion to do whatever he wants. And everyone follows suit. They all quickly leave, Lu essentially escorted out by the assistants who could only pathetically push him towards the exit. His apology was all over his face and if you could you’d tell him there’s nothing he could do. Because there is nothing he can do. The doors slam and flutter until settling close, a deafening silence sealing your fate.

“Now tell me,” you’re still against the wall, lab coat fallen from your shoulders as your hands brace against the cold lab. Your legs are failing you and buckle leaving you at the mercy of the strength of his very harsh grip. Ryomen has a physique indicative of a psycho. Someone absolutely obsessed with perfection. His 6’5 frame seeming silly in a lab coat. How he bulges out of all his clothing seemingly testing on himself too. Atleast that was the rumors. How you would cough and look away catching yourself staring at the rise and fall of his huge pecs as he barked commands. How disgusting you felt feeling stimulated when your hands touched or when he gave only you praise for a positive update. Ryomen knew you wanted more too. Just too cowardly to get it. “Tell me your observations Doctor. I imagine you have a number of invaluable insights.” He huffs against your lips, fighting what little he has to not simply have at you right now.

“Mahoraga is too ambitious. You are not the first and will not be the last man attempting to create life in his image. Your image is blemished, bruised—and so therefore he cannot be better than what he comes from.” Something in you while afraid feels…free. Free enough to be honest and clear. Ryomen is abhorrent but…he’s not trying to hurt you right now. Not anymore than he already has, he wants your opinion. He needs it. “So what do you think, with your expertise, is what I know to be what he needs?” He leans closing in on your ear. Your cheeks touching feeling his radiating annoyance against your stiffened neck. It causes the both of you to quake with goosebumps. “Do you finally understand what I’ve been wanting of you?” This is the softest he’s ever sounded. He’s contemplative but frustrated. He settles even closer to you, his immense bulge twitching against your stomach. You sigh heavily knowing of course you knew what he wanted, he just didn’t deserve to get it. He is too nasty and evil and expectant. He’s a child that can’t be told no. And you refused to give in to the type of man you could never respect. He might be powerful, but not all powerful and refused to be scared to death of him.

“Whatever you want. You will not have.” He releases you leaning away. “What did you say?” He can’t help the maniacal surprise you elicit. His eyes almost twitch and his fangs bare because he will possess you even if you leave out of the room between his teeth…you could be nothing more than an experiment to him. He is trying to see you as an equal, stop fighting him. “This is not a discussion, Y/N.” He snatches you easily by the wrist pulling you to him. You crash into his chest and look into eyes that damn near blaze red. “I have chosen you to ascend with me.” His eyes soften again, you realize Ryomen is beyond mad, beyond evil. He’s absolutely fucking crazy. “Why don’t you want to ascend with me? Adam and Eve were nothing but pawns. Nothing but new limbs without any sense of self. We, are the next evolution Y/N…we are the next generation.” His grip doesn’t loosen but his eyes are so sullen. This is the sweetest he’s ever been, how he is looking at you as an equal. How he always did. Is this just someone who has been alone and misunderstood? He doesn’t really want to do this? He’s just…troubled. Maybe he just needs someone as smart as him to make him understand his goals are just overcompensation. Maybe you can fix him.

“Ryomen, please. This isn’t the way. You do not have to go this far. You’ve created organs from nothing. Your the name everyone wants to be attached to…including me. I didn’t know that someone I had admired and looked up to had only created good in the world by accident.” The tears fall again. “Working with you to cure diseases, innovate health sciences all over the word, all to realize it’s because you’re a sick person with even sicker aspirations. People look up to you! If only the rest of the world even knew five percent of the bullshit we do here…we all deserve to die. We do not deserve to play God, Ryomen. We don’t.” You collapse in his arms. The work stress, the failure of your dreams, the dredge of life, the mind bending philosophical madness of the entire situation…you couldn’t tough it out anymore. Ryomen holds you as you weep into his arms. How annoying this all is. If you could just put the emotions aside for the bigger picture. If you could realize the point of stupid people are for smart people to live better than them. How short sighted you are…if everyone is of his image they’ll never be another disease to cure. How he seriously needs you to put the emotions away to fully become the best you possible. The you he knows he can help you to become. If only he could distract you of this overly emotional mother complex of yours. How perfect this would be for later, when you’d be a mother. The protectiveness, the concern—a proper mother of the world. You will be able to balance his iron fists…oh how perfect you are in every sense of the word

His cock is the most emotional though, and Ryomen has been fighting his urges far too long. You’re in his hands, in his grasp, albeit not the sexiest presentation but you’re here. He’s waited so long to break these barriers down and as the sick man he is he doesn’t quite care it comes at the cost of your mental health. He sees you coping through a breakdown, but needs you to break so he never has to hear you care about strangers again. He pulls you into him, placing his head on top of yours as he accepts your clawing into his shirt and crying your eyes out. What you think is a moment of getting through to him is simply him counting to thirty. You have thirty seconds to cry, and be comforted. He can admit he put a lot of pressure on you. He wanted you to get here. So the very least he could do in his victory is let you weep. He considers the way your nails dig into him, how he’s wanted to know how much strength is behind those always manicured hands. If you’re a biter or a sucker. He wants to know what you’re hiding that makes you so fixated on keeping up appearances. How once he’s seen the plushy shadow of your pussy lips when you bent to retrieve something, Ryomen veered his head from the other side of the room to soak up your mound hidden by black panties and black stockings. How’s he’s wanted to leave you a sullied mess in his office while he goes on with his work day.

“28, 29, 30.” He counted the last three aloud. You were too busy thinking maybe he wasn’t all that bad. Yet, your brain couldn’t recognize being lifted and laid down on your desk as swiftly as he did it. Ryomen was so big your thighs had no choice but to spread. Your knees almost flush to the desk as your scared pussy kisses his angry bulge through your clothes. You squeeze instinctively already emotionally overstimulated. Your mind wracking to accept or make sense of the position you are in. Ryomen might be a monster but he can admit it.

“It will hurt.” He leans over you, his full weight crushing as he holds you by the thighs. Your heart beats even faster because no matter your attempts he is fully overpowering you. “I don’t want it to…” he places a kiss to your temple. “I’m risking the results testing this while you’re under so much stress…so my new hypothesis is how the emotions in the midst of child rearing will impact their personality.” You cry more. “No, No, shhh…” Ryomen’s kindness makes you sick. His softness and affection confusing you. “Eh, I change my mind.” His demeanor switches back to cold and for a moment you think he’s lost all interest in you and this. If anything just some other poor woman will be his victim. But he’s not done. The bit of hope ripped out of you when he seats himself in your work chair, shirt buttons lost to the wrestling and his belt and pants unfastened.

“Open your legs, Y/N.” You refuse, only able to shake your head in protest. A thunderous rumble barrels out his chest as he barks. “Open your fucking legs you stupid slut.” You couldn’t help but cry at the verbal abuse, knowing you had no choice. You spread your legs weakly, trembling all over. Your pussy visible through your soaked cotton panties. How Ryomen’s mouth watered at the wetness coating your thighs. He knows the body can betray itself but you…how humiliating you must feel to be at his mercy. Someone you not only despise but once…admired. He wants to pull his cock out and make you watch him please himself to your tears. How beautiful you are, how superior you will be once he fucks all those tears out of you. How he will fuck some sense into you once and for all.

“Play with yourself Y/N.” A command just like any other. There’s no fight left in you. It’s easiest to obey and follow orders. You bring your uneasy hand to your core. Tears brimming as you close your eyes, unable to watch him enjoy this spectacle. How any sense of humanity is gone. How he looks starved, rabid, and wide eyed. You begin to rub yourself moaning against your better judgment. For what’s it’s worth the mild pleasure of this helps you not lose your sanity entirely. If you can just hold on long enough you can survive him. Just give him what he wants, he’ll leave you alone eventually. Play along, be eager. “Enjoy” yourself. Play on his depravity and get the first flight out of there the minute he lets you go. You begin to roll your hips, uncomfortable but needy for something. Your wetness coats your fingers and makes massaging yourself that much better. He watches you, studies you, and approves. How he learns from this you know yourself well, a proper woman. Your migraine is beating at the top of your skull, and you press harder on your clit for that numbing feeling. Ryomen can tell you aren’t doing this for him. It turns him on even more. How he knows your spitting in his face by refusing him the power to fully humiliate you. What you don’t know is the little respect he does have for you is your saving grace from his own tested form of annihilation. He’s the worst of the worst. He likes you fight him, for whatever reason. You aren’t weak, and his heart swells with pride at how well his selection was. He grips his crying cock with a hurtful tightness, he wants to fuck you until you pass out, slap you awake, and continue. Your immersed in finger fucking yourself having inserted two fingers and bucking against yourself like a mad woman. Fuck Ryomen, fuck this job, fuck your life. You needed to cum. You lock eyes with Ryomen for a moment almost embarrassed but you hold his gaze and keep at it. There’s no name to call, there’s no person to think about. And Ryomen is seething at you refusing him the delicious satisfaction of taking over you. What little humanity he has tells him he doesn’t need to hurt you. He shouldn’t hurt you. Yet, the man in front you snickers before throwing out: “Cum. I want you to cum. You're still going to get fucked.” He laughs at your hand stopping and your eyes opening wide. “Oh no, keep going. Now you have to see it through.” You bit into your lip, pussy throbbing and awaiting you as the cold lab air chills you back to reality. “Finish. Or do you want me to do it?” You both narrow your eyes at each other. True enemies. Regardless of being his subordinate. “No.”

“No what?” He questions amused.

“No to both.” You slip your hand away frustrated but determined. “That was enough Ryomen…” you can't even catch your breath, haphazardly wiping your sweaty face. “You get no more…” you look over at him who is seemingly bored. “No more you say?” Without a word he releases the behemoth in his pants. “I don't really get the final say…he does.” His cock was massive, eleven girthy, veiny inches. His tip was blushing red and leaking. His cock just wanted you to notice him. He's wanted your attention so long and could've had you for so long. How he's wanted to meet your cervix and kiss her hello. Ryomen is such a pretentious asshole. You could've been pregnant the second week you began working under him. He could've had Mahoraga completed and on battlefields by now…he could cause the world to end knowing he can happily return to the family he's coveted with you. He's a sick fuck who likes a sick fuck. He gets tired of lovers fast, he gets tired of sex. After time he could only cum if he thought of the surpreme being lying dormant in his body. How he conserved his ejaculation or lied. How he's physically repulsed by the idea of his seed being incubated by a weak vessel…

“Come,” he orders. “Sit in my lap.” You look over him. There's nowhere to run, no one to turn to, and for certain no way to report him. You can only plea a final time. “Ryomen please…why not the normal way? A date? A drunken night out…why like this?” For once he can say he has no words. No answer. Why didn't he just...talk to you? He had done it (albeit resentfully) every day he had to seem sociable at this god forsaken place. He could've manipulated you traditionally. Why the long game? Why flat out… this? He had no answer which angered him a bit. Who are you to challenge him in any way? Why has he allowed you still some sense of pride when you deserve to be choked by his cock. “Maybe I would've… understood or…accepted things if you just treated me like a person... But nobody is a person to you so…” you spread your legs and lean your head back looking up to the ceiling. He wanted you to accept him and you are...you just never said you would with a smile. “You plan to take me? Take me…but I'm not a plaything and I'm not going to entertain you any more than I already have...” Ryomen is stunned. The air sucked out of the room. His bloated and blinded ego called out to show itself. And it is nowhere to be found. He rises from the chair, debating now with no upper hand what he should do. He hasn't been unsure since an orphan child, how small you made him feel. Unwanted and undesirable and nothing more than a monster. But… his child won't be. They'll be a God. They have to…

It's sealed. Ryomen is shirtless, his slacks to his ankles. He thumbs over the tip of his cock, eyeing your pussy before reaching to rub you vigorously. You moan at the contact, futiling pushing him away. He's eerily silent, keeping an analytical gaze all over your body. He's calculating and theorizing and trying to not lose his composure. Not much to lose for him but only he knows the brutality he locks far in the recesses of his mind. How he cums his hardest from cruelty… he knows how genuine your despair would be and for what it's worth that's not a good time for him. You just need to accept being Queen, Mother, and all bearer of the next generation. Whether through science and test tubes or the oldest human activity—he will conquer new lands and create new people with your help.

He pumps himself and without a word he edges his tip against your puckering hole. Your pussy closing even tighter. You won't give in easy and your body disagrees with his presence even more. You pray he has some sense of humanity, enough to not take you carelessly. And, he comforts that fear by slipping a finger into his mouth coating it before gliding the digit into you. He pumps you with a precision, curling to touch the ribbed, sensitive pallette of your g-spot. Your thighs squeeze his arm as you grip his wrist painfully tight. Your too weak to do anything besides accept it. You both know you can't and won't get him to stop. But it's wrong how your toes curl, how your back arches, how your hips roll. He knows what he's doing on a scientific level. He knows you can only battle it so much. Your pussy clenches on him and is too upset he's the one causing this pleasure. “Mmm, your pussy is angry with me? She doesn't like to feel good?” He slips a second finger in which stings you slightly at the spread. You yelp and moan out to which he scoffs and lowers his mouth to your clit. Your heart is definitely beating through your chest as you pull his hair. Your legs clamped around his head both pushing away and pulling him deeper to suck and nibble on your exquisite clit. He could taste the sweat, the fear, the resentment. He could taste the enjoyment and release and relief. His dick jumped and twitched in his lap. Just a little while longer, he's waited enough for this — he won't ruin it being a too rash. His tongue became precise with the order to make you cum and get you ready for penetration. But your taste combined with the fact you just won't hold still made it hard to conquer you. He just needed you to succumb and wondered how hard you'd squirt. You work up enough courage to face the man between your legs and the sight was amazing. Ryomen, eyes closed, nails digging into your thighs a bit too harshly , eating away at you nastily. His tongue flat like a dog as he licked from your asshole up to your pubic hair. It was unlike someone so distinguished and strict as him. His strange pink sunset hair a mess across his face. Unrecognizable as anything other than a perverse, deprived man. You admittedly were fighting cumming all over him for minutes. Agonizing minutes of hating yourself for how your eyes rolled to the back of your head and no matter how hard you pulled at his tresses it was nothing more than encouragement to bring you past your peak.

“Ryomen, p-please. It’s too much.” Your body betrays itself as your pussy clenches around his tongue. His tongue darted in and out of your heat before pulling away enough to lap against your overstimulated clit massaging it until the hot rumble in your belly exploded. Your head falls back with a loud gasp as you squirt all over Ryomen. His face, neck, and chest soaked. You release a gushing mess that causes Ryomen to scoff and tease, “Someone was pent up.”

You futilely push Ryomen from between your legs. Chest heaving and falling despite your genuine attempts to remain calm. Your migraine creeps back, as your nervous system is absolutely confused. The true fear in your belly can’t make sense of the pleasure your body wants more of, and Ryomen takes in all your efforts and calculates: stubborn but willing, combative but fearful, too smart for her own good and too good to not have…

Has he? Zoned out? You think to yourself as he’s absentmindedly placed his fist under his chin. You almost are inclined to feel insulted but the way his eyes take over your physique in a far-away but rabid kind of expression…you decide it best to let him finish his musings and compose yourself as best you can. “When were you last on your cycle?” So matter of fact and without regard. Useless to do but still you pull your lab coat together protectively. “I—I don’t think that’s appropriate to ask…regardless of the circumstances…” you sheepishly reply.

“I must. The best time to get pregnant is during ovulating as you well know…” is he really trying to small talk? “It’s most optimal to attempt conception five days leading up to your menstruation. Most are afraid the female cycle may undercut the attempt but the female body is an exemplary example of durability…” he eyes you over again… “then once you take into account intelligence level,” he takes your face into his soaked digits, a thousand words behind his eyes and the thoughts he does allow you to hear. “A highly intelligent, durable, emotionally balanced female…” his eyes spark with an intimidating gleam. “How rare…” you think to spit at him for that insult but know better. He sets his thumb on your lips and lightly taps them after every word. “Last.Day.You.Bled”

“Three weeks ago…” you answer easily. His command is powerful, palpable and decidedly you won’t make this experience any worse. But you should’ve lied because the fire that ignites lets you know he’s gonna try for this child until you conceive. “Do you track your cycle?”

“Myself. Yes, I don’t use apps. I know what the government does…it’s not like we don’t use biomedical data...” You throw out awkwardly. He doesn’t laugh.

“So you know you’re ovulating, correct?” You snap back to your reality and his only purpose for you.

“Yes…I would suppose that’s correct.” You resituate your mind, taking in how his usually slick back undercut is all over his head and his brutish inner nature shines through the stiff, arrogant, dismissive expression he holds you under. This must be who he really is: evil and morally unkempt.

“What are your plans? What happens if anything is wrong with the child?” You cringe at the language openly upset at the idea of any child being vulnerable to his wrath. He scoffs looking away and waves away your comment snidely.

“That won’t happen…”

“But it—“ He snatches you up easily. His grip isn’t enough to choke but enough to warn successfully.

“It not only won’t happen…” he brings your face to his. His breath hot across your fear stricken face. “It can’t happen…but I’ll amuse you…” he sets his forehead against yours, pulling you to him enough he can wrap his arms around your sat frame. “If anything is wrong with our child…” he pulls away to down at you. His eyes dreamy but empty. “We’ll simply make another one…” and with that he yanks your hair enough to make you gasp, but doesn’t release you, taking the opportunity to overtake your mouth with his. You wrestle in his iron clad bear hug, unable to avoid his tongue as it wrestles messily with yours. You can move enough to lean back which simply allows him to set himself between your legs. His grip changes to holding your hands behind your back. It’s too easy for him to hold both of your wrist in one of his hands and to hold you by the hair to kiss you properly with the other. Your chest pushes into his and your nipples harden through your stiff work bra. Ryomen leverages his weight to hold you down against the desk. Your back pressing on the cold furniture firmly as Ryomen maneuvers your remaining clothes off. Your stockings and underwear ripped and accounted for, last being this insufferable bra that’s been fucking up his view.

Your body was beyond his imaginations and the jiggle of everything now free was delightful. He examined you again without an expression, taking himself in his hand and setting against your shy but blazing hot hole. How his veiny girth spread you open without hassle. Your pussy wet and confused as much as your own head. “Ryomen…” he paid you no mind. His eyes closed and his mouth pulled tight as he entered you slowly. He chokes on a growl creeping out of his throat as he feels your plushness tighten instinctively. He goes as far as he can immediately, reaching your cervix with a bit more ease than he would’ve had you not been prepped already. It seemed he couldn’t even help himself. His usual cold, sterile demeanor replaced with a rapidly breathing grunting sweaty mess. You dug your nails into his shoulders, clawing him really and a soft bleeding came through his button down. The rhythm of his thrusts and ability to move you easily made accepting him embarrassing but fulfilling. You didn’t have to do anything and felt oddly better for it. The slippery slap of skin began to fill the echo less void of the lab. A man of so few words now down to nothing but choking on his moans and grunting. He could hear the slam and movement of the desk objects but could only focus on the numbing squeeze of your bullied pussy. Ryomen tucks his head into nape of your neck sucking and biting and licking like a crazed feign plunging in and out of you with little regard. How you adjusted to him but kept your digging into his skin. Both of you biting your own lips to not give in to the moment. He doesn’t know why this is different from any other time he’s fucked. Maybe because he knows you’ll bear him a beautiful child, multiple. How no matter what you do— you will be pregnant. Without another thought and giving into his instincts he raises you in the air before plunging his cock into you without remorse. You yelp and tighten your legs against his frame feeling his immense girth stretch and meet a much deeper part of you.

The both of you finally forgo any sense of formality and Ryomen can’t help but watch as you glide along his girth with a sick expression of satisfaction. You can’t muster the courage to face him but his canines bear ever so slightly as he huffs and grunts his sexual frustration into you. You move your hands to grip his hair and close the distance tucking your head into his neck and biting down. The bite and tug of his hair makes him do the same and in a fast adjustment sets himself in the closest office chair, bringing your bodies even closer as his clothes are torn and strewn across your heaving, hot bodies. “Ryomen!” You yelp as his hips adjust to stuff his entire cock in you. To the hilt and instead of continuing his relentless bucking he forces your hips to ride him. An agonizingly intense and far too intimate for the both of you but the heat of the moment evaporates all shame. Ryomen can’t contain himself and digs his fingers into your flesh as you mutually nibble and bite across each others’ necks and shoulders. It’s an admittedly disgusting display of ferality that neither of you care to restrain. Your body is quaking and dripping in sweat, goosebumps all over as your stomach swirls with dazed anticipation. You never forgot the point of all this and although you can admit to giving in to him you await his gushing conclusion with intense anxiety. “I’m really being bred by him,” you think. But with a sudden, fearful gasp you’re taken from any clear thinking by the way his mouth suckles along the veins of your neck. Is he enjoying himself? Somewhat of a stupid consideration given you’re far too gone to notice he’s equally far too gone. Feeling close but wishing this conquest had taken place in a more resigned environment. He wanted to test your limits until you had no choice but to scream at him to stop and use all you could to push him away. But he had to admit this was just too good to ruin. Your grip on his hair was admittedly strong and he liked you had more strength to you than he first suspected. He smirks to himself and gazes up at you sneakily with a feverish glare. He isn’t someone to be good, not even decent and he already feels you received enough fair treatment in this circumstance. Without a word he quickly wraps one arm around your waist keeping your grind concentrated as you accept him as deeply as he can go.

“Are you ready?” He says softly, much too sweet and far more intently venomous as he tugs you by your hair to kiss you sloppily again. Too distracted by his overstimulating intimacy, the pull of your hair, and the aching of your pulsating walls, you gasp loudly into his mouth as you feel him cumming in you. You can’t break away and with extremely futile, weakened effort you scratch and push at his chest helplessly. Yet his strength is overwhelming while you can’t even break away from his forced tongue kissing. You feel him filling you much more than any other partner or anything you expected. With one hand pushing you to continue your kissing and the other wrapped keeping you chest to chest Ryomen settles comfortably and confidently pumping the last of his seed in you, thrusting without any sense of restraint. The throb of his cock and the stiffness of his tip against your pulsating plushness dizzies you. Dizzying you beyond belief and sinking into his kiss with a humiliating submissiveness. He’s succeeded with his mission and can’t help but savor the sloppiness of your breeding session with a harsh slap to your ass. He already is impatient for you to grow his seed, be big and plump, and bear his fruit smoothly. And to do this again and again until your womb can’t anymore. He can’t help his sick mentality of conquering, and you don’t help since you are the one now gliding up and down with ease. His seed coating his shaft as you ride him recklessly— he’s proud of you even if he’ll never mention it. “Good girl,” he mumbles against your colliding lips. “Ah, good girl…” he says as he catches himself relaxing into your assertive work of his lap.

He pulls you away from the kiss roughly, a large portion of your hair remaining tangled in his thick, mean fingers. “Enough.” He says with finality and without another thought you almost automatically halt at his command. You blush with a sense of embarrassment and recline away gripping his hand with the both of yours to indicate he should loosen his grip. You finally give him a good look in the eyes, still completely shaking and filled on his soaked lap. You meekly attempt to look away but he corners you with a quick grasp of your chin, roughly making you face him in this moment. Both your chests’ heave as you openly catch your breath, taking in the man who took you so forcefully with his calculating but calling gleam in his glare.

“Get up.” He demands and you come back to reality enough to feel the weightlessness of your limbs and the absolute lack of energy you have. He knows this by the dead weight you are in his lap but it amuses him to see you fail at gaining any sense of self respect or wherewithal. He’s absolutely taken with you and his conquest of the little laboratory brat who seemed so above everyone is tantalizing to his egomaniacal mentality. Mahoraga and his siblings are well on their way to actualization. “Get. Up.” He spits harshly, raising himself from the chair without thought. Against your better judgement, and with some self respect to not just fall to the floor, you cling to him wrapping your legs around as much of his hulking frame as you can. “Oh, mommy’s not that weak is she?” He retorts with a truly chilling laugh. You forgot who you were dealing with, someone of plain evil intent. “Well then, if you refuse,” and with little force on his end but undistinguishable to you he weakly attempts at removing you from him. You cling to him albeit humiliating and with your pussy dripping against his torso he swiftly takes his oversized coat to strap over your frame. The scene is immensely familiar to a child being wrapped in a blanket and carried to bed by their parental. Ryomen can’t help but smile devilishly to himself. “One baby carrying another…both mine.” What should’ve been an awkward redressing was easy as you kept your face hidden in the crook of his neck only lifting away enough to let him pull and fasten his pants. The rest of him bear to the no longer cold laboratory. “Well I guess that means back to my place?” Another command you knew it to be despite his sociopathic ability to feign sincerity. You didn’t have the confidence to speak but were forced to when he continued: “Yes or No?”

“Yes, Ryomen. Please, I can’t be any more put down than I am…” you say defeated.

“Oh no that’s not true,” he shushes while patting your head. “There’s far more ways to…put you down…the experiment isn’t over. One success just means you’re perfect for more tests…” and without another word he carries you out of the lab, leaving it a belligerent mess. “You’ll be living with me now. As I said…your things have already been moved. The plan was going to go my way regardless— one way or the other…” he laughs again while patting your back all too softly. You scowl to yourself disgusted at what he’d done to you and more disgusted you lost yourself in intense pleasure. But you wouldn’t let him ‘succeed’ so easily. You regained enough composure to think a thousand swirling thoughts as you were carried easily towards Ryomen’s office that had its own exit. He wouldn’t win so easily but you knew a fight was definitely in your futures. Mahoraga whether experiment or child or child experiment — wouldn’t come to fruition. But the odds were not in your favor and the fight was now on, whether Ryomen could tell or not. And nothing in you was convinced he believed this could truly happen so easily.

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cyberrose2001 · 1 year ago

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Kinktober: Day 9

Prompt: Spanking

TFA Sentinel x afab gn human!reader

Warnings: Spanking, degradation, fingering, size difference, roleplaying.

Word Count: 1,542

Got a little carried away with this... just a little... i hope y'all enjoy

@sentinelprimeswife because she requested the character and wanted to be tagged :)

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the fleshy that's been snooping around on my ship," Sentinel slams the airlock shut, turning towards you with an authoritative posture, "You didn't think we'd have surveillance cameras, did you?"

You jump at the boom of the airlock, whipping your head around to face Sentinel like a deer in headlights. All you wanted to do was check out the weird spaceship in the dead centre of the city, but naturally, you got curious and slipped past the invisible shield through a hidden opening.

Well, that's what you would say if all this wasn't roleplay.

Everyone thinks that Sentinel is organic-repulsed, that he finds humans so disgusting and pathetic. But it's all a cover-up. His attraction to humans feels shameful and is considered an abomination, in his words. So he plays pretend so as to not make the other bots suspicious. But occasionally, there's an opportunity to play for real, with a little human Jazz made friends with.

It's cute really, how much it turns Sentinel on, to wield his power over you, a tiny human that has no business gettin' flirty with alien robots.

You feign fear, not expecting him to find you so soon. Though that's a bit stupid of you to think when your hiding place was Sentinel's private office. But it wasn't entirely an accident.

"I'm sorry sir," You back yourself up against the large desk, much too large for you, "I-I was just curious-"

"Oh you were curious, were you?" Sentinel scoffs, striding over to you, "You humans have a saying, now what was it- ah yes, curiosity killed the tiger."

"Cat."

"Whatever," Sentinel rolls his optics, "My point is, you've got some nerve sneaking around on my ship, squishy. And that's enough to warrant punishment for a Cybertronian, let alone a human."

You bite your lip, "What kind of punishment are we talking about, sir?"

Sentinel looks down at you, getting an absolute kick out of the difference in size. His derma tugs at the corner, "That's for me to know and for you to find out."

You watch with ardour as he walks around to his chair behind the desk and sits down, though his posture seems more relaxed. He clears his vocalizer, a garbled static with a hidden excitement, "Well? Are ya gonna come out from the front of my desk or what?"

Taking a small gulp, you briskly walk behind his desk where he sits, standing next to his pedes. You don't dare look up at him, half out of embarrassment for what's to come and half from the sheer nausea-inducing height difference from this angle.

"Now, instead of just standing there, why don't you come closer?" Sentinel scowls, returning to his assertive personality after faltering for a moment. He leans down with an outstretched servo, and before you can even blink, he literally scoops you up to his eyeline. God if you weren't having head spins before, you sure are now.

"Hey don't do that I'll-"

"Don't even say it, you freak me out enough." Sentinel lies through his dentae, but he pulls a one-eighty real quick when he flips you on your stomach with a finger, "Arch your back struts, that's an order."

Ohhh. You know exactly where this is going now. He wants to spank you into obedience. You weren't going to lie, Sentinel is definitely the type of mech to have this kind of kink. Though a bit tamer than you were expecting, the thought of getting spanked by Sentinel sends a shiver of arousal to your core.

So you obey, arching your back for him. He, surprisingly, helps you out by bending his middle digit so you can drape your upper body over it. He's got a full view, tight jeans showing off all your humanly curves.

Sentinel's breath hitches, he can't help but bask in the warmth of your soft, pliable body. How you just melt into his servo and bend so fluidly. But he's getting distracted. He'll let himself lose control later, for now, he'll try to maintain at least some of his dignity.

"Look at you, taking orders like a good organic," Sentinel taunts, using his other servo to trace down your back, "I half expected you to put up a fight; a bit disappointing actually."

You don't have the nerve to say anything, afraid that you'll say something you'll regret. Because it's only a matter of seconds before Sentinel notices the small wet patch seeping through your jeans.

"Not talking?" Sentinel teases again, trailing a digit to your ass, "I guess I'll just have to make you scream."

Sentinel wiggles his digit behind the waistband of your jeans, pulling them down to your knees. If he didn't notice how wet you were before, he most certainly does now. He groans at the sight of the foreign sticky fluid soaking through your underwear, his spike involuntarily pulses behind his panel. Oh, what he would give to bend you over his desk right now. But you're far too small for his length.

"If my knowledge of humans is correct, I would say that you like this." Sentinel runs his fingertip across your ass, "How pathetic."

Before you could open your mouth to actually give him a comeback, he strikes the fat of your ass with a flick of his digit. A simple move on his part, but it was enough force to send you forward and make you cry out.

"There's your first one," Sentinel soothes the area, rubbing the reddened area gently, "Let's see how much more you can take, trespasser."

He does it again with just as much force but on your other ass cheek, watching how the soft flesh jiggles. Though he's 'punishing' you, he watches your every move and listens out for your safe word, making sure he's not pushing you to your limit.

A gush of arousal seeps between your legs at the third slap, back arching outwards like a cat with each one in a kneejerk reaction. Tears start to prick at your eyes at the sting, but you don't bother wiping them away. You know Sentinel likes to see the reactions he gets out of you.

Nearly half an hour passes, and your ass is red-raw, jeans ripped off long ago, crumpled on the desk. You're like a trembling leaf in his servo, which now collects a small pool of your fluids in his palm. You never once complained or back-chatted, taking your punishment like a good little organic. Sentinel's spike slipped past his array a while ago, and now resorts to grinding against the desk in replacement for his hands being full.

"One more," Sentinel pants, hips softly grinding against the desk, "Be a good little human and take one more for me..."

"Sentinel, please..." You whimper out, prepping yourself for the next sting. It comes swiftly, causing a shaky cry from you. But you take it, letting the tears run down your face and onto the digit you rest heavily on.

"Good... very good," Sentinel groans, rewarding you with a few pats on your back, "You took that a lot better than expected, I suppose you deserve a little repayment."

You half expected him to slap you again, but he doesn't. Instead, he moves your underwear to the side and rubs the tip of his digit against your soaking slit. The relief of finally getting some stimulation to your numbed nervous system causes a rush of exhilaration, and you can't help but grind against his digit.

"Please... I've been good," You shiver as you feel him press past your folds, "I promise I won't snoop around on your ship again I swear- nghffh!"

"I've heard enough of your yapping," Sentinel pushes his digit the rest of the way inside you, growling at how hot and tight you feel, "All I wanna hear from you now is those little whimpers, you understand?"

"Mhm," You moan as he thrusts and curls inside you, wet squishy sounds accompanying your whimpers, "Yes, sir."

"Good little organic..." Sentinel pants, resuming his grinding against the desk, focusing on how your tight cunt eagerly swallows him up, "Primus, I bet you'd look so tiny on my spike, wouldn't you?"

"Yes sir," You're so fucking desperate to cum at this point, you start bouncing your ass on his finger, imagining it's his thick spike stretching and filling you out, "Fuck... nffnn-"

"Bet you'd be so warm too," He groans, close to finishing on his own, "Frag it-"

Sentinel cries out as he shoots thick ropes of transfuid across his desk, spike throbbing with yearning. Though trembling through his overload, his relentless thrusts of his digit buried inside you only hasten.

And before long, he's watching you cum hard around his finger, impaling yourself as much as you can on him. You cry, scream and jerk as you work yourself through it. Fluid drips from between your shaking thighs, running down your legs as you collapse on his hand.

Sentinel half-laughs half sighs in exhaustion, slipping his finger out and flopping back onto his chair. He lifts you back to his level, petting your limp form with a shaky servo, "Guess you're good for somethin' after all, human."

#tfa #tfa sentinel #tfa sentinel x reader #tfa x reader #transformers animated x reader #transformers x reader #valveplug #cyberrosewrites #kinktober 2023 #cyberroses kinktober 2023

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tttovarichhh · 9 months ago

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well if anyone is giving

my take on that iconic quote 🫣😏

A proper education has lots of benefits – detailed in-depth study of the material, the best teachers and the harsh discipline of public schools, well, to prepare in advance for a harsh life. The only thing that the creators of such closed educational institutions obviously did not think about is how, what kind of things teenage boys do during puberty.

partly 18+ 🤫

if you want me to tag you under something like that next time, just say, i am gonna be very happy to do so

The difference between Charles and Erik is the deep abyss.

Charles is mesmerised by the abyss, while Erik is repulsed by its depth and the sharp rocks at the bottom, which could fatally injure him. But each day Lehnsherr comes closer to the edge, peering down, testing his own interest.

And God, that damn difference is sometimes Erik bloody needs while hates at the same time.

“Yes, not everyone had that privilege,” whiskey runs through the blood with growing irritation and Erik hisses at Charles once again, still trying to hide inner rage from not being on the same level with Xavier.

Charles is better, Charles is so fucking ideal, you can use his image as a religious symbol to protect souls of all those pitiful bastards, who just never had money to experience normality of life.

And that is what makes Erik heart race with anger every time.

“It doesn’t make any difference, Erik. We are not represented just by our education or wealth or anything else.”

Charles is soft, as usual. He knows, this topic is hard for Lehnsherr. There is so much pain in him, Charles is surprised anyone can have it and not go completely mad.

Erik hums, takes one more sip of whiskey and smirks, looks at Charles with some hint of growing drunk playfulness, still mixed with annoyance.

“Tell me, how was it?”

“How was what?”

“Your school. Your proper posh education in a castle where no one allowed, where you all know each other and play golf during lunch or whatever. How was it?”

“Well,” Charles smiles, takes a drink himself, recovering some vivid memories, “we haven’t played golf on a lunch break, actually. But believe me, Erik, it wasn’t so ideal as you imagine it. Yes, we had great lecturers, but boys everywhere the same, no matter the social class.”

Lehnsherr smirk at that, tilts his head. He looks at Charles and laughs softly.

“Of course. The same.”

“I am not saying my experience was the same as yours, my friend, I would never make that comparison, but it seems like you think those, as you say, castles, are some sort of sacred places,” Xavier smiles back, runs fingers through his hair, then glances at Erik again. Erik just watches him, lazily running his index finger on the edge of glass.

“Aren’t they?”

“Not at all. I might say, they are the dirties places in the country, full of teenage boys, who are just figuring out things about themselves,” at that, Charles smiles softly, reminiscing about his younger self and what used to happen behind closed doors at school. He glances up at Erik, his gaze darts at Lehnsherr.

Erik smiles back, leans back in the chair, his own eyes never leaving Charles’.

Silence in the room is palpable and slides under Erik’s skin with a light tension and growing feeling of warmth from the whiskey.

“Did they know about your mutation?”

“No. I am glad they didn’t as I was using too frequently. It was a fun time and I am sorry you are still feeling like we are different in that regard. I understand it, but please, don’t think of me as just a posh bastard.”

“I am not.”

“I know you do, deep inside you still do,” Charles says it softly, nearly whispering and Erik not completely sure was it even a real phrase or just Xavier’s presence in his mind.

They stay silent for a while, this time the quiet feels way more welcoming and soothing. Erik drinks a bit more, still glancing at Charles, knowing, there is no need to talk. Everything is clear and just waits it’s time.

“I better get some sleep, Charles. Thanks for the game,” Lehnsherr glances at the chess on the table, smirks at his win. Once again, he proved himself to a better opponent.

Charles smiles, stands up, steps closer to Erik, looks up at him before gently tapping on the shoulder.

“I am not your enemy, Erik. I am your friend, please, let me be one.”

Erik glances down at the palm on his shoulder and nods. Their eyes meeting again, darting at each other, testing who is gonna give up first to the growing need to jump in the abyss, knowing of death down there. And Erik does.

The kiss is gentle, full of drunken need and some bloody sentiment he hates to pull out to the light. He needs it like air, searches to response, scared to be rejected and then covered with shame for not keeping him self conscious. Erik pulls away, looks down at Charles, searching for all the answers again and frowns slightly as the sense of growing regret raises inside as a flame.

Xavier looks at Erik, takes his hand and rests on his neck, smiles as Lehnsherr brushes fingers agains the skin slowly.

“I am not pushing you away, Erik.”

“But do you accepting me?”

“Yes,” this time Charles leans forwards, meets Erik’s lips in a kiss, less sensual one and way more fierce. Lehnsherr responds to it, sliding his other hand in Xavier’s hair, tugging slightly. He breaks the kiss, his heart is beating rapidly and he smirks.

“So, what exactly do all the boys do in those private schools?”

“Making out a lot,” smiles Charles, resting his hands just above Erik’s hips while Lehnsherr is still brushing his fingers over his skin, “too much, even.”

“Mmm, I see. You aren’t as innocent as others see you, Charles.”

“I never pretended I am,” he smirks playfully, steps even closer and looks in Erik’s eyes once again, without any hints, just clear proposal. Lehnsherr bites his lip, laughing softly, his caresses are gentle yet on the line to become more possessive.

Erik doesn’t go to his room this night. He lets his guard fall and Charles smiles, kissing Lehnsherr’s neck, sometimes nuzzling with soft bites, making Erik exhale deeply.

“Is this what you have learned?”

“Precisely, my dear, and much more,” another bite, this time on the shoulder just above hundreds of small freckles Erik hates, “they are beautiful, stop thinking badly of them.”

“Stop giving me life advices at least right now,” Erik hisses, looking up at Charles, who laughs at that, before reaching out for the belt on trousers. Xavier smirks when it flies away by itself and Lehnsherr pops up on his elbows.

“Ops,” he smiles, reaches for Charles and pulls him closer by the hips, still gently, “I have my tricks as well, just so you know.”

“I know,” he says, leaning down again, biting on the collarbone, leaving growing marks, while Erik lays down on the pillows, closing eyes, moans softly.

Charles kisses him all over, bites and brushes his fingers on every line of the body, settling everything in his memory. Every bone, muscle, scar, freckle and mole, everything needs to be healed by kisses and touches, and Xavier volunteers to be a doctor.

And Erik is grateful. Arching under the touches, he lets control go and just allows himself to feel and moan in a pillow, while Charles once again, presses lips on the back on his neck, making sure that Lehnsherr feels comfortable with him.

And he does. He does so much that they start to spend nights together nearly every day, changing roles, but still being there for each other in every aspect. And they fall into the depth of that abyss again and again, making Erik wonder if there ever will be the end of this fall.

#erik lehnsherr #charles xavier #professor x #magneto #cherik #x men movies #x men first class #x men #michael fassbender #james mcavoy

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ashley-slashley · 3 months ago

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what's so important to you about Harlan Ellison? (sorry in case it sounds accusatory somehow, I haven't used English in quite some time now lmaoo)

Oh god where do I begin 😄

I admire how he went out of his way to piss off as many people as possible while also making meaningful social commentary. Sure he made fun of people and said and did repulsive stuff, but dude's been dead since 2018 and his wife passed away a few years ago, nobody's really being supported by reading or interacting with his work. No matter which book of his I pick up to read, I will never guess what bullshit I'm getting myself into. Some stories are semi-autobiographical, some stories are just him talking to us (the reader) about topics he finds important, some stories are him obviously trying to upset people, some stories are him calling people out, and some stories are just things he did. He was a very talented and strange man. He woke up every day and chose violence because he didn't like how society as a whole was. He hated right wingers, he criticized the left (he was a hardcore liberal btw), he criticized religions, he criticized and made fun of being Jewish (he too was Jewish, and his traumatic upbringing formed his nihilistic perspective and, obviously, the degenerate content is his stories), he essentially hated everyone equally and poked fun at everyone. Now, I'm not saying he's the epitome of political correctness and social justice, he obviously had his issues and own traits that I'm still surprised people haven't tried to erase him from history because of.

I absolutely hate how he gets lumped into "science fiction" all because of his early works in little subscription based sci-fi and fantasy anthology magazines in the 50s, 60s, and 70s, writing an episode of Star Trek TOS, and obviously I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream, in my experience of reading close to 13 of his books, he was most definitely not a science fiction writer. Harlan Ellison was just simply a writer. There's not one singular genre his work fits it, he just wrote whatever he wanted and got it published. Dude did his own thing, and didn't really care about who or what he offended. If you look through my tag of him, you might find more reasons why he's my favorite writer and one of my favorite people in general

Notable quotes of his that I have saved include

- “if it hadn't been for my getting beaten up daily on the playground of Lathrop Grade School in Painesville, Ohio - this book would not be what it is" (source: Approaching Oblivion)

- “if i insulted you, it’s probably because you deserve it” (source: Harlan Ellison’s Watching)

- "don't fuck with me, I won't bite you. Fuck with me, you're gonna walk with me hanging from your neck for the rest of your natural life"

- "Of course I said it to shock you (or wrote it to shock you)" (source: Shatterday)

#the shitposter replies #harlan ellison

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gt-zel · 1 month ago

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To Zel:

Hey dude, listen, I’m sorry abt all this shit. I have like 2 important things to say that might?? Be some flavor of helpful? Do what you will w this.

1) online space is not real life, and your blog is first and foremost for you. You are not beholden to the mental wellbeing of strangers. Ever. For any reason. You don’t owe your followers anything, actually. Nothing at all. If they try to force their moral repulsion down your throat that is a Them problem. If other people cannot handle the shit you’re posting they have a fucking block button. It’s literally right there.

2) I’m not your mom so I’m not gonna tell you how to handle this. It’s up to you. I wish you a restful time away from all this if you need it. Not everything is your fault, especially not this shit. You didn’t hurt anyone, you were just posting what felt right at the time. They hurt themselves by failing to pull away and enforce their own boundaries. That is on them. The act of creation, even darker creation, in and of itself is not one that can ever harm anyone aside from the creator, and it sounds like you’ve been running yourself ragged trying to keep up with people who haven’t asked you to compete with them. Rest. Come back when art is fun again. Come back if art is fun again.

TL;DR: I’m so sorry someone forced their emotional wellbeing onto your shoulders bro oh my god.

To the fuckhead that did this:

How dare you make someone else’s artistic expression about your needs. You’re being mean and unreasonable. It’s childish to expect others to bend to your fucking whims because the way they post makes you uncomfortable. They are NOT violating your boundary by existing on their blog, especially when you can block freely. It is your responsibility to cater to your online garden. If that means pruning a shrub that you once liked a lot because it’s no longer producing the pretty roses you want from it, do that. This space literally gives you a hedge trimmer. Use it. Either that, or ask nicely for them to tag and then understand that they don’t actually have to do anything for you if they don’t want to.

PSA: nobody owes you emotional safety on the internet, even in sfw spaces!!! You gotta make the safety yourself god dammit and that includes blocking entire blogs even if you like some of the stuff on there! It’s your decision and it’s your life and it’s WILDLY DISRESPECTFUL to demand other ppl cater to your fucking whims all the time. It is your job to moderate your online space.

Sincerely, 🌙

I appreciate the passionate words, however it was my fault for not clarifying via trigger warnings that the content I was posting was gory and had depictions of torture in it. So it is my responsibility for not keeping a safe space in the first place and I’m taking the blame for those actions.

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rubyreddom-nsft · 9 months ago

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Introduction

He/Him

Dominant Top

I am GAY. I'm okay with women interacting, but I will not engage in sexual conversations w/ you.

IMPORTANT SECTION FOR SEXTING/ANONS:

For transparency's sake, I am a trans man, so you're not gonna get any dick photos from me (sadly). However, we are all gonna pretend I am a cis man and treat me as such. Understood?

Having said that, if you're a "cis men dni" person or uncomfortable sexting with a cis guy, I am probably not the dom for you. I am also not exclusively t4t. Again, I'm not gonna talk about myself being trans in sexting. (Hence why none of my posts are tagged trans or t4t lol)

This is said in my "hard nos" but I am not into pussy! I am sorry, I just have a genital preference for penis and genital aversion to pussy. I will sext with pre-op trans guys, but do not send me photos of your pussies. I also am not into terms such as "boytits", "tdick", "boypussy", etc. I swear, there are plenty of other doms for you! I am just not that dom if you're looking for those terms or talking about your pussy.

Main Rules

Do not misgender me.

I will NOT send photos (some exceptions, if I feel like it)

Personal information (including my irl name)

Hard Nos

Blood (I have an intense phobia)

ED/Feederism

Pussy photos or heavy talk about your pussy, I'm sorry but I have a genital aversion/repulsion and I like dick specifically. (Of course you can DM me if you're a pre-op trans masc, just have this in mind.)

Not a Trigger, just an "Ick" (no judgement)

Piss/scat/vomit/any bodily fluid that's not cum

Scent/sniffing/body odor

Forcemasc

Detrans/fakeboy

Feet

Kinks

CNC/rape play

Sadism

Overstim (giving)

Cum denial (giving)

Crying

Degradation (giving)

Biting

Fauxcest

Age play

Public play/exhibitionist

Snuff (rare)

I'll add more as I realize more about myself:)

Anons/asks: #my anons

Original posts: #my post

Me just speaking : #my rambles

#cnc k!nk #cnc somno #r@pe k!nk #r@pe fantasy #g@ng r@pe #r@pe kink #somno k!nk #mlm nsft #nsft mlm #nsft dom #rough cnc #rough nsft #my post #my anons #my rambles

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heehappi · 2 years ago

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Bite Me

❯ Pairings: Heeseung x fem! reader

❯ Genre: Cakeverse AU (please read A/N if you aren't familiar with this AU), smut, yandere.

❯ Word Count: 3.612

❯ Tags: unprotected sex, suggestive, yandere, praising, stalking, slight possessiveness, and manipulation.

❯ Narrative viewpoint: First-person point of view (for Heeseung) and Second-person point of view (for the sexual part)

❯ A/N: I'm sorry for any inaccuracy in grammar as well as writing style because English isn’t my first language.

❯ A brief of Cakeverse:

“Cakeverse” is a spin-off of the “Omegaverse”. Similarly to its predecessor, characters in the Cakeverse are divided into three categories: Cakes, Forks, and normal people.

Cake: They are born with delicious fragrances, but they don’t know about it. The only way they find out about their status is through the coincidence of kissing a Fork.

Fork: When reaching a certain age, Forks will lose their sense of taste, only able to feel the taste of Cakes. Fork's basic instinct is eating Cakes, including bones, blood, and meat (NO, TRUST ME I NOT GONNA ADD THEM IN THIS FIC, they sound horrible to me)

The first time I met Y/N, through those innocent eyes, I'd already visualized her figure being pressed aggressively under my body.

I couldn't help myself from the desire to kiss, bite, and lick every inch of her skin, much as one would suck the fruit filling on a strawberry dessert. I narrowed my eyes at Y/N in the hopes that I hadn’t scared her off. I could smell the fragrance of blood running underneath her skin from this far.

“You must be sweet like that too, don't you think?”

At that moment, I realized that Y/N had awakened my taste buds. She is my Cake, and this is a fate that none of us can escape.

The first strategy in hunting is gently approaching the prey.

For several days, I observed the small bar where Y/N was singing. She initially went there with her buddies, but after a while, she went herself. She looked abstracted that day, seemed to think about someone, revealed a hint of sadness, and even though it only lasted for a moment, I still clenched my jaw in a fit of jealousy. She should have been on my bed, sobbing uncontrollably until her eyes turned red. I would have applied something like cream on her lower abdomen and licked it off slowly.

Y/N is the most expensive and high-grade Cake in the world, yet nobody can taste her sweetness.

“But that’s not bad at all. Thanks to that, I have more time to put you in my pocket.”

The second strategy in hunting is deceiving, pretending to be pure and innocent to gain the trust of prey.

Y/N was surrounded by a lot of low-level Forks who are so despicable. She only realized that she was a Cake when those bastards couldn’t control their fangs and the repulsive desire in their eyes. She was always sluggish, and it was too late to flee.

When those inferiors were getting closer to her, I kicked them hard from behind. Even though I wanted to delay this fight a little bit, I couldn't bear to witness their dirty hands ruin my dessert.

I pulled Y/N in my arms tightly. Her eyes were wide with panic, her knuckles became white as she grasped my shoulder to calm her rushing heart.

The distance was so close. I hoped that she wasn’t aware of the sound I made as I gulped saliva. I made an effort to control myself, but her body and soul were so fragrant that they kept triggering my hunger.

A half-deaf Fork rushed over with an empty glass bottle in his hand. I turned around so that he could hit me. As I had hoped for, Y/N witnessed that scenario. She was terror-stricken, looking at me with unbelievable eyes.

My plan was half successful.

The worst disappointment was that Fork's dirty hands had touched my sweet little Cake. I broke his hands and watched him trembling uncontrollably on the ground like a loser. I covered Y/N’s eyes, my palms were wet with her tears. She touched my injured forehead out of worry. She probably didn’t know how fragile she looked at that time: a blush of shyness crept up her face, and her eyes were blurred with tears. She looked like a ripe cherry waiting to be picked. I wanted to bite her lips, but my vision was becoming blurry…

“It’s all right, this is just the beginning.”

After being discharged from the hospital, Y/N accompanied me home. I told her a lie about being homeless. My band and I used to have a good time, but I eventually fell on hard times. My innocent little Cake was always easy to be fooled. All I had to do was stare at her with my bambi eyes. She looked awkward but still soft-hearted at the end. I couldn’t look at her for too long because doing so would arouse my hunger.

The third strategy in hunting is penetrating her life step by step.

Because I had spent a few days with Y/N, I was somewhat aware of the reasons for her earlier unfocused attitude in the bar. She had previously lived with her colleagues, one girl, and one boy. Then there had been some conflicts, so she moved out. I was quite curious about the circumstances, so I looked through a photo album in Y/N's big suitcase. The relationship between her and her ex-roommates seemed so good. Actually, too nice that it was a bit abnormal. Y/N looked at the boy with a sparkle in her eyes.

Perhaps Y/N had been in love with him, but they had cut off contact due to some reason, so her mood was extremely terrible. But in my point of view, it was fate. That’s why I was here, in her house.

I started to live with Y/N. Every morning, I woke up and waited for her to make breakfast for me. Although I had lost my sense of taste, I could feel a little craving when glancing at Y/N, then tried to swallow food. She didn’t know much about cooking, perhaps just begun to learn so she could take care of me. Like a fledgling waiting to be fed, I waited for her to finish her work and go back home every day.

Y/N uncarefully cut her hands while slicing meat. I put her finger in my mouth, her blood tasted sweet, like syrup. I innocently glanced at Y/N. She assumed I was worried about her. She moved her hand backward and comforted me by saying that it didn’t hurt.

When we went to the supermarket, I liked to buy things in pairs such as house slippers, toothbrushes, cups, and even bowls. Y/N clenched her fists and hit my chest as she stared at the long receipt. The last time she had such an upset expression was when I had eaten all the flavors of ice cream in her refrigerator. I liked to tease her and relished her kitten-like anger. I assured her that I would pay her money every month.

I developed a close bond with Y/N that was apart from our Fork-Cake connection. She progressively became open to sharing some stories of her life, how she had experienced loss, how her confidence had faded away, and how her unrequited love had not been returned. I coaxed her by complimenting her unconditionally every time she writes songs for me.

I made up some fairy stories and told Y/N before bedtime every night. She had worked during the day, then she quit her job at the bar to take care of me. People who were too lonely usually don’t have a peaceful night, and my Y/N consistently had trouble sleeping. Every time I completed a fairy tale, she would beg me for more. But I always said that the best would be reserved for later. I was aware that she didn't particularly want to hear those stories.

Y/N simply did not want to sleep alone.

The fourth strategy in hunting is attacking and grabbing the chance to swallow prey.

When I thought the time was ripe, I feigned to be ill. A slight concussion, according to the doctor, led to vomiting and an appetite loss. Thanks to that dirty Fork with his glass bottle.

I didn’t eat anything. Y/N tried to come up with new foods for me to eat more. She attempted to study a new recipe and used her meager monthly wage to buy cooking supplies.

No more fairy tales at night. I wrapped myself in the blanket and pretended to be extremely exhausted. In spite of the fact that I didn’t eat much during that month and lost a lot of weight, my desire for Y/N outweighed my bodily hunger.

Y/N made a bowl of egg soup, which she had just learned when getting home from work. She ruined numerous eggs before encouraging me to eat by patting my back, like coaxing a child.

- Hee, please eat something.

I didn't take her spoon. Instead, I pulled her closer and gave her my passionate-bambi gaze until she blushed. My little sweet Cake has innocent eyes but at that moment, I just wanted to see them in tears, seeing that she couldn’t help but wrap her legs around my waist. I wanted to devour her.

I was dying of hunger.

I tentatively pressed my lips on hers. Y/N didn’t shy away, then I knew I could start tasting my Cake.

I had waited far too long for this day. When I caught her on the first day, my heart raced faster uncontrollably. My palm was so cold. When I touched her, she trembled slightly like a young bird that had just been wet, and I was her only wind-avoiding nest.

My lips parted from hers. I could hear the sound of her heavy breath, the sound of her blood streaming rapidly. I kissed her forehead softly. That was my devotion to the prey. Those eyes came next. Her eyelashes were shaking. Y/N's eyelids were so thin that I could see the tiny blood vessels beating slightly beneath them. She was too white. Even when Y/N wasn’t shy, her nose tip and eye corners remained rosy.

I believed that a high-grade Cake had to have a gorgeous outlook. It couldn't just be a smooth cream surface; it also needed some decorative strawberries. And Y/N had all of those characteristics.

Heeseung guided you to sit on his lap, locking your arms around his neck. His hands on your hips eagerly pushed your heat down against his erection, hoping that you would notice his half-hard boner pressing your core. His hands found the hem of your nightgown and slowly took it off. You were too nervous to open your eyes. Heeseung lifted your head by your chin and mildly bit your cheek. He said that it was fluffy like soufflé.

- Naughty girl with no bra huh?

His hands squeezed your boobs, leaving kisses alongside your jaw. He kissed down your neck to your collarbone, pinching and rolling his thumb over your hardened nipple. He took one boob in his hand, rubbing it. His tongue twirled around the bud before sucking your nipple while his other hand rubbed your thigh, slowly reaching your intimate area.

You moaned like a mess, feeling the sensation build up inside your stomach.

- So fucking cute, moaning like this just because I suck your boobs.

Heeseung blew hot breath on your tits after abusing them. He kissed the area of the underboob, leaving strings of his saliva all over your flesh. Your tits were shiny like being sprinkled with sour cherry Brandy wine. You ran your hands through his hair as he pressed his head more on your chest, inhaling the smell of shower gel that he bought for you. His hand abandoned your ass and started running his thumb around your nipple.

- T..that f..feels good, Hee.

He smiled.

- Yeah? If you consent to me, I can make you feel even better.

Heeseung looked up and saw the unshed tears glistening in the corners of your eyes. He squeezed your waist to stop your non-stop trembling body.

- Baby, it will be ok...

- I-I allow you…

Heeseung couldn’t help but grinded his hard cock against your core. He reassured you as he pulled you into a slow kiss, and let you lay down in bed. Your belly must be the most delicate area since there are hundreds of butterflies fluttering inside. Once his lips pressed on it, they seemed to fly out. Heeseung gripped your waist as his teeth pulled your underwear down.

He suddenly remembered the milk pudding he had eaten in childhood. When unwrapping the plastic package, the soft pudding exposed to the air, even bounced up to the amplitude of movement, left memorable ripples. He squeezed your butt cheek and watched the tiny moan coming out of your lips.

- I'll be gentle. Once you feel uncomfortable, I will stop immediately.

His fingers traced over your clit, middle and index fingers spreading your pussy lips apart. Heeseung pushed two fingers into you slowly and scissored them to stretch you out. You started clenching around his fingers. It drove him mad with lust when feeling your velvet walls tighten. He had no intention of stopping, added a third finger, and began moving faster, his thumb reaching up to your clit, not until you were begging him.

- P-please, Hee. Please I want more….

Heeseung thought it was really cute whenever he teased you. Maybe he would edge you until you were sobbing and then make you get off with your own fingers. But not now, not this damn moment.

The sound of him pulling down the zipper of his jeans was loud enough that sent a shiver down your spine. It was nothing, though, to compare with the groan he made as he stroked his cock outside his boxer. You held your breath as you strained to hear him. Heeseung pulled his cock out of his confinement, his cock throbbing against his stomach. He wrapped his fingers around his erection, spreading beads of precum on himself.

- Wanna feel it?

He guides your hand down to touch it. You grabbed a hold of his dick, stroking slightly. Only God knew how desperate he was to see this scene.

- Do you want me to use a condom or not?

You bit your lip and debated for a minute whether to answer truthfully.

- No, I want to feel you.

- Shit Y/N, you have no idea how much I want to bury my cock inside you, stretch every single inch of you until you writhe under me, beg me to stop.

It was your turn to breathe out weakly, back arching off the bed to reach his dick, wondering if he could feel how wet he was making you.

- I want that as much as you do, Hee.

You lifted your gaze to meet his. His eyes were dark and glazed over with both lust and frustration. Heeseung smirked and raised an eyebrow upward as he guided your legs wrapping around him, heels digging into his lower back to facilitate his penetration. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down over your sopping fold.

- Let’s carve the safe word in your head baby. Chocolate.

Chocolate because there is no more Vanilla.

You nodded, and closed your eyes, waiting for the delicious stretch of his dick pushing into you. Heeseung dragged his cock along your fold and lubricated it with your wetness and his precum before slowly plugging his length down your hole until he bottomed up, making the two of you sigh in relief. A deep groan escaped his lips as he adjusts to the feeling of your hot, wet cunt around him.

- Fuck, baby. Like fucking made for me.

You gasped and tossed your head back, your hand covered your mouth and your eyes rolled back. Heeseung left sloppy wet kisses on your neck to ease your pain. It took a while for you to adjust his big size. You guys stayed in the position, just feeling each other.

- Hee, you can move now.

He nodded and started to fuck you slowly, before eventually hitting your walls at a perfect angle with an unforgiving pace that has you seeing stars. Your hands ran over his torso, scratching his back deliciously that got him hissed, obviously leaving marks on it. Your back arched high from the mattress, your voice reached that high pitched while Heeseung kept thrusting into you constantly. Your room echoed with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. Heeseung moved his hand to your belly, feeling the small bulge he made every time his dick was buried inside you. The stimulation was becoming too much, something in your stomach slowly tightening.

- Heeseung!

His name ripped from your throat when he led one hand down to roll your clit in circular figures.

- I.. I’m about to… to cum.

He sped up and kissed your cheek.

- Go ahead babe, cum for me.

You came with a string of moan mess, painting his length with your juice, some getting on his base, some dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets. Heeseung was in awe as he watched milky white rings around his cock. He stopped for a second for you to catch your breath.

- Will you cum in me too?

Heeseung cussed under his breath. The way you sounded so innocent while spilling those lascivious words. He panted against your lips.

- You're gonna kill me Y/N. You’re so hot.

- Say it to yourself.

You kiss him one more time before bucking your hip upwards. He chuckled at your flirtatiousness.

- Yea- gonna put our kids in you.

Heeseung sank further, cockhead burying itself deep into your cunt with every snap of his hips. He grabbed your jaw to force your gaze onto him.

- You take me so well, so fucking tight for me. Look at my eyes when taking my fat cock, love.

Heeseung angled his hips higher so his tip aggressively reached the right spot that made you see stars. He thrusted hard for the last time before he spurted his white and warm load of seeds inside you. His head falls forward and he takes the opportunity to plant sweet kisses all over your face and cheek. He leaned into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

And at that fucking moment, Heeseung started to lose control over his desire of eating you, like a Fork want to devour his Cake. Finally, his sharp fang coming out wanted to pierce through your seductive neck.

Suddenly, a dagger was placed against his chest. Heeseung gave you a shocked expression. Both of you had not yet fully recovered from the intense orgasm. Your eyes were crimson in the corners, fierce yet also attractive. You spoke to him in a shaky voice that was full of hatred.

- You are a Fork too. You wanted to eat me.

This statement wasn’t a question. You indulged him repeatedly despite the fact that you were quite certain of his motivations and had known it for a very long time.

“No wonder you are my little Cake, Y/N”

Heeseung grinned at you and kissed your hair and eyelashes gently. He grabbed your hand and positioned it an inch to the left, where his heart was there.

- Here, love. Stab here to kill me. Kill me and no one will tell fairy tales to you tomorrow night.

The last step in hunting is a retreat for a longer-lasting relationship with prey.

Y/N's dagger fell to the bed. She covered his eyes and whimpered. In fact, Y/N has been in love with me for a very long time. When I gradually entered her life, she became accustomed to seeing the lights in the house while coming back from work, and paying for the long receipt in the supermarket's checkout,... In her perception, her house now became warm with a full smell of cooked food, rather than an empty room and midnight takeout.

I replaced the photos of Y/N and her ex-roommate with our photos.

Y/N started composing songs with happy tunes. When she played piano, they sounded like soft lullabies. I learned those tunes by heart, humming them while I brushed my teeth next to her in the morning. Y/N turned her head excitedly and asked me how I remembered it with a mouth full of toothpaste foam. I said that I could recall all the songs written by her.

Y/N also no longer took sleep pills. She hid a variety of psychiatric medications under the bed, including red and white tablets that I have no idea what they taste like but must not be delicious. If I had a chance, I would have surreptitiously replaced them with colorful candies. Y/N looked forward to my stories every night because I would lean close to her and pat her back. As long as I was beside her, Y/N could sleep peacefully.

Y/N couldn’t accept my leaving. She would gladly offer me her heart if I asked to devour her. There was a lack of love and safety in her. People were a little friendly to Y/N, she was willing to offer them all of her love and kindness.

Y/N held my face and kissed my lips while pleading with me not to leave her. She was still in tears. Y/N twisted around, shoved me down, and raised her white wrists to my mouth.

- Lee Heeseung, bite me. You can devour me, just please don't go. Don't leave me.

My plan of letting my Cake bring herself to me was achieved. I bit her collarbone and tasted the bleeding skin where my teeth had left their marks before biting somewhere else. My tongue stirred in her mouth, playing with her tongue…

Little tooth marks were highlighted on her white boobs, yet Y/N still insisted on hugging me.

I thought that I would devour Y/N because she was really seductive that challenged my ultimate limit time after time.

But I wouldn't have survived if I had eaten Y/N. We had managed to achieve a symbiotic connection in some way.

Y/N had already fallen asleep. She continued to sob in her dream while encircling my neck with her arms. That pose was very uncomfortable to sleep in. I took her arm, embraced her in my arms, and kissed her forehead.

Good night.

My little Cake.

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