#the mind is willing but the body is weak &c &c

[badmoodbatflowers]

booing and hissing at the imminent need to edit

[thefloatingstone]

I wanna write and play video games but alas I'm at work.

Agh. ... I can do a bit of writing at work though I think. I just need more energy.

I am not at work right now but I still feel you 😩

[dearlenore]

NASTY DOG • S.REID

SUMMARY: sometimes spencer can’t help the impure thoughts he has about you…

PAIRING: fem!reader x perv!spencer

tags: reader is a bombshell, reader wears heels, reader canonly has big breasts, Spencer cannot stop fiending over reader, he needs a face full of boobs

a/n: perv Spencer solves all my problems 😵‍💫 not proof read and I’m currently high as a kite

w/c: 3.0K

DR SPENCER REID had a problem. A big one. And it wasn’t his IQ, eidetic memory, or statistical knowledge of serial killers.

It was you.

You, with your radiant smile, your effortless charm, and a body that could make grown men weak in the knees. The worst part? You had no idea.

And that drove him absolutely insane.

You were oblivious to the effect you had on people, strutting into the BAU in heels that made your legs look just a little bit longer, wearing dresses that clung in all the right places. It wasn’t intentional—you just liked to feel cute—but Spencer? Spencer suffered.

He tried to be a gentleman. He really did. But then you’d absentmindedly play with the chain around your neck, biting your lip in concentration as you studied a file, and suddenly, his mind wasn’t on the case anymore.

It was on you. Your lips. Your fingers. Your throat.

The way your perfume lingered whenever you passed him, floral and sweet, was enough to short-circuit his brain. You’d lean over his desk, oblivious to how your cleavage was right there, and ask something completely innocent.

“Hey, Spence, can you help me explain this profile again? The LAPD is a little confused.”

His throat would go dry. His hands clenched under the desk, willing himself not to let his gaze drop. Not to let his mind wander to things it definitely shouldn’t.

But his thoughts always betrayed him.

And God help him when you stretched, arms above your head, making your shirt ride up just a little, exposing the soft skin of your stomach. Or when you bent over to pick up a fallen pen, giving him an unholy view of your curves.

Spencer wasn’t proud of it. The way his thoughts turned filthy in a matter of seconds. The way he sometimes found himself staying late in the office just so he could sit in the chair you had occupied, inhaling the lingering scent of your perfume like a desperate man.

The way he memorized the little noises you made when you were frustrated, so he could imagine how they’d sound in… other contexts.

He was down bad.

And the worst part? You had no clue.

You giggled at his jokes, touched his arm casually, leaned close when he talked—probably thinking he was too sweet, too innocent to ever have impure thoughts.

You couldn’t be more wrong.

One day, you caught him staring—really staring—as you licked a bit of icing off your thumb after a slice of cake Garcia brought in. Your brows furrowed.

“You okay, Spence?”

His jaw clenched. He tore his gaze away and nodded stiffly. “Mhm.”

Spencer was unraveling.

The moment you caught him staring, really staring, at you licking icing off your thumb, he knew he was doomed.

He’d been careful before. Kept his thoughts contained, maintained the illusion of control. But that moment? That single, fleeting second when your brows furrowed in concern, your lips still slightly parted, your thumb glistening? It had cracked something inside him.

And now, everything was worse.

Everything about you was a test, and Spencer was failing.

Like now.

You were sitting on the edge of his desk, swinging your legs slightly, the soft click of your heels against the wood filling the space between you. The team had just wrapped up a case, and everyone was unwinding in their own way—Morgan and Garcia were engaged in some playful banter, JJ and Emily were chatting quietly, and you?

You had made yourself comfortable next to him.

“So,” you mused, tapping a manicured nail against the case file in front of him. “Explain this whole… psychics magic thing to me again? I swear, sometimes I think your brain runs on another frequency.”

Spencer swallowed, his hands tightening into fists in his lap. He could explain it. It was an easy enough request.

But you were so close.

Close enough that if he turned his head just a little, his lips would nearly brush against your shoulder. Close enough that your perfume was clouding his thoughts, floral and sweet, a scent he’d come to associate only with you.

And then you did it again.

You bit your lip in thought, eyes scanning the file, completely oblivious to the way Spencer’s gaze dropped like a magnet, drawn to the soft, plump curve of your mouth.

He had to force himself to look away, focusing on a spot anywhere that wasn’t you.

“Right,” he started, voice tight. “Well first of all the reaction—”

But then your fingers brushed against his.

It was nothing. A fleeting touch. You were just shifting, adjusting, existing in your usual, unconscious way.

But to Spencer? It was an electric shock straight to his spine.

He inhaled sharply, shifting in his chair, pretending to be deeply invested in the case file when, in reality, he hadn’t registered a single word on the page.

“Spence?” Your voice was soft, teasing. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

No.

Not even remotely.

Because now, your fingers were still touching his.

His pulse was a frantic drumbeat against his ribs. He needed to move. Needed to put distance between you before he did something stupid.

But then you tilted your head, your hair cascading over your shoulder, and that was when he noticed it.

Your necklace.

That damn, delicate chain you always fidgeted with. The one that had driven him insane more times than he could count.

And now? Now it had slipped down slightly, the pendant resting against the hollow of your throat, drawing his attention there.

Spencer clenched his jaw.

He could not be thinking about your throat. He could not be wondering how it would feel if he pressed his lips there, how your pulse would flutter beneath his mouth—

“Spence?”

His head snapped up.

You were staring at him, brows raised, a small, knowing smile on your lips.

Oh, no.

You knew.

Or at least, you suspected something.

“I, uh—” He cleared his throat, yanking his hand away as if your touch burned. “I should—uh—get some tea.”

Lame. So unbelievably lame.

But you just giggled. “You don’t even drink green tea .”

Spencer muttered something unintelligible and practically fled to the break room, gripping the counter so tightly his knuckles turned white.

This was getting out of hand.

He had always been good at controlling his impulses. He had trained himself to push past distractions, to focus, to keep his thoughts in check.

But you were proving to be an impossible equation.

It only got worse when the storm hit.

The team had been planning to leave early that evening, but the universe had other plans. A sudden downpour, heavy and relentless, had trapped everyone in the office. Morgan had grumbled about the drive home, Emily had sighed dramatically about her soaked shoes, and you?

You had sighed, looking out the window with a soft pout, clearly disappointed.

Spencer had to look away before he did something stupid, like stare at your lips again.

Eventually, the team had scattered, each person waiting out the rain in their own way. Garcia had dragged JJ off to help her with something, Morgan had disappeared down the hall, and somehow—somehow—Spencer had ended up alone in the bullpen.

With you.

You were perched on his desk again, scrolling through your phone, completely at ease.

Spencer, on the other hand, was about to lose his mind.

You stretched your arms above your head, letting out a small hum, and his gaze betrayed him again, dropping to where your shirt rode up slightly, exposing a sliver of soft skin.

He needed help.

“You’re quiet tonight,” you mused, looking up from your phone.

Spencer blinked. “Uh. Just thinking.”

You smiled. “About what?”

You.

He coughed. “Uh. The, um. Rain. It’s—uh—very hard- I mean uhm heavy..?”

A beat of silence.

Then you laughed.

A real, soft, sweet laugh that made his stomach flip in the most inconvenient way.

“Wow, Spence. You’re really on a roll with the small talk tonight.”

He groaned, dragging a hand over his face. “I don’t—I’m just—”

And then you did it. The final straw.

You scooted closer, your knees brushing against his, tilting your head ever so slightly. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

And that was it.

Something snapped.

He didn’t think. He didn’t analyze. He just acted.

One second, he was struggling for words, drowning in the scent of your perfume. The next?

His lips were on yours.

Soft. Hesitant. Like he was waiting for you to pull away, to laugh, to tell him he’d completely misread the situation.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you melted into him.

Your fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer, and suddenly, hesitation was gone. His hands found your waist, gripping tight like he was terrified you’d disappear.

And when you let out the softest little noise against his lips?

Spencer was done for.

By the time you pulled away, both of you were breathless, your eyes wide, lips slightly swollen.

“Wow,” you whispered.

Spencer let out a breathless laugh. “Yeah. Wow.”

A slow, teasing smile spread across your lips. “So that’s what’s been distracting you.”

He groaned, dropping his head against your shoulder, and you laughed, wrapping your arms around him like you’d been waiting for this moment just as much as he had.

Even now that you were dating, Spencer Reid still had a problem.

It was worse, really. Because now that he was allowed to touch you, kiss you, and hold you close, the temptation had only become harder to resist.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want you. He did, more than he could put into words. But Spencer, being Spencer, was always just a little too shy, a little too embarrassed to fully admit how much you affected him.

Like right now, for example.

You were sitting on the couch in his apartment, your legs draped over his lap as you typed on your phone. Spencer sat beside you, trying desperately to act normal, though his mind was anything but.

He was so close to you. Too close, really. The scent of your perfume lingered around him, sweet and intoxicating, and every time you shifted, the soft curve of your body pressed against him. His fingers itched to touch you, to run his hands over the smooth fabric of your clothes, but his brain screamed at him to keep his distance.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine,” he muttered, attempting to focus on something other than the way your skin seemed to glow under the soft light of his apartment. “Just thinking.”

You paused and glanced at him, eyebrows slightly furrowed. “About what?”

Spencer’s heart raced as his mind blanked. Don’t look at her, he begged himself. He could feel his gaze drifting toward you, the curve of your body so impossibly close. “The case from yesterday,” he managed to croak out.

You seemed to sense the tension, a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “Sure, Spence,” you teased, “the case. But you seem… distracted.” You leaned forward slightly, your legs shifting in his lap as you adjusted yourself. Spencer’s throat went dry. His heart pounded.

He wanted to touch you so badly. He wanted to let himself just be with you—really be with you. But the thoughts swirling in his mind were overwhelming. He didn’t know if he could handle it. You were so beautiful, so confident, and here he was, the shy, awkward genius, struggling just to sit beside you.

“Sorry,” he muttered again, unable to help himself. “I’m just… not good at this.”

You tilted your head in that familiar, concerned way, and Spencer knew it was now or never. He couldn’t keep bottling everything up. “At what?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“Being close,” he admitted softly, “being… with you.”

You blinked, a soft understanding crossing your features. “Spence, you don’t need to be embarrassed. We’re together. You can let go.”

Letting out a breath, Spencer closed his eyes, feeling the overwhelming warmth of your words. He shifted slightly, too aware of the heat between you, but you didn’t seem to mind. In fact, you shifted again, this time with a casualness that took him by surprise. You leaned back slightly, looking at him with those soft eyes of yours that made him feel like the world had faded away.

“Come here,” you said gently, pulling him closer. Spencer’s stomach twisted with nerves as you guided him down to your chest. The way your body moved against his made it almost impossible to concentrate. He was on the edge of losing control, but you were just so warm.

And before he could stop himself, he lowered his head to rest against your chest, the steady rhythm of your heartbeat calming him, making him feel more relaxed than he had in weeks. He let out a shaky sigh, feeling a mix of relief and discomfort flood his senses.

Your fingers gently combed through his hair, and Spencer couldn’t stop the tiny hum of pleasure that escaped his throat. He was so close to you now, so deeply buried in the softness of your chest, and all he could think about was how he was finally allowed to feel you like this.

“You’re so warm,” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. The tension that had held him rigid before melted away under the comfort of your embrace.

You smiled softly, running your fingers through his hair again. “I’m glad you’re relaxing, Spence. You deserve it.”

He wanted to stay like this forever. In this moment, there was no case to worry about, no evil lurking in the world. Just the two of you, together, as you held him close. He closed his eyes, his body relaxing into yours.

The temptation to touch you, to feel every inch of your body under his fingertips, was nearly unbearable. He kept his hands at his sides, gripping the fabric of his pants, trying not to act on the thoughts swirling in his head. But the sensation of your soft chest beneath his cheek, the faint scent of your perfume filling his lungs—everything about this was too much.

As if sensing his internal struggle, you shifted slightly, and your hand slid gently over his back, drawing lazy circles against his skin. It was a simple gesture, yet it sent a jolt of heat through Spencer’s body.

“Spence,” you murmured, your voice tender. “You can touch me. It’s okay.”

He immediately froze, unsure whether he should listen to you or not. He felt a fresh wave of embarrassment wash over him. What if I touch her wrong? What if he crossed a line he wasn’t ready to cross?

But then, your hands found his, guiding them to your waist as you softly cupped his face, bringing his gaze back to yours. The softness of your touch, the way your hands moved over his body so effortlessly, made him feel like he was losing control in the best way possible.

Spencer swallowed, heart hammering in his chest. “I don’t know if I can… I don’t want to make it weird,” he admitted, his voice cracking as he spoke.

You smiled at him, your lips curving up in a gentle, loving way. “Spence, it’s already a little weird,” you teased, “but that’s what makes it fun. We’re figuring this out together.”

He gave you a nervous laugh, a small chuckle that held all his uncertainty. And then, before he could stop himself, he pressed his lips gently to your chest, right where your heart beat beneath your shirt. He felt the warmth of your body against his lips, and the contact made him dizzy with sensation.

When he pulled back, he saw the softness in your eyes, the affection. You didn’t push him away. You didn’t judge him. You just… let him be.

“Spence,” you whispered again, a hint of amusement in your voice. “You’re so cute

[on-the-clear-blue]

Dead Man's Diner pt 7

Hearing the chime of rhe bell above the door, Danny mentally prepared himself before poking his head around the corner "Heya! I will be with you in one hot sec!"

Rushing around the kitchen, Danny set the chili to simmer and quickly cleaned himself up before coming back to greet his newest customer.

Stepping upt to the bar, Danny put his best customer service smile on and opened his mouth to speak, but the words that came out were not in English.

"Hey there! Welcome to Big C's diner what can i..." Blinking a bit before frowning, Danny looked closer at his customer, his eyes flickering a bright green as he squinted at the man.

Because either this man was the very strong revenant that had claimed Crime alley as his huant, or there some how was a 4th Halfa in the world.

---

Jason found the little diner comfortable, more up to date than the typical dive that was in the Alley, there wasn't even any blood splatter in the back booths!

He kinda didn't like how there was only a single person working there at night, being so close to the Alley and all, but that was easily fixed if he just happened to come around in his Red Hood outfit.

Sending a smirk like smile to the teen that came out from the kitchen, who had the fakest smile that Jason had ever seen outside of a gala.

But his smirk slowly slipped as the kid spoke, his words both sounding clear and distorted at the same time, he could make out words but it was very clearly not words at the same time.

Then, the kid's eyes flashed, and Jason had seen those eyes before, he had seen them in the mirror more times than he was willing to admit.

(Holy shit this kid is about to have a Pit episode in front of me...how the fuck did this kid get in the pits?) Jason thought as he leaned back into his seat, his hand instantly going to where his guns usually were, but only grasped at air.

(Right...forgot those at home...) He thought, settling instead to set his hands on the counter, Jason narrowed his eyes at the teen

But just like that, the green was gone, and the teen cleared his throat, "Sorry about that, um, welcome to Big C's, what can I get ya?"

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Danny gave a weak smile, he didn't exactly want to throw down with this potential halfa, sure he liked a good ghostly welcome every now and again, but he just cleaned up and he would like his diner to stay that way thank you!

The man across from him glared for amoment longer before shaking his head, "Shit, ugh...gimme a coffee and...what's your special today?"

Reaching for the coffee pot, Danny felt a rumble in the diner cart, and there was suddenly a chalk board on the wall behind him.

Pouring his customer a mug, his brain paused for a moment, translating the ghost script before he spoke "Cadavers chili hotdogs, made with 100% not person meat...I promise neither are made out of people, definitely didnt seen any bodies when I made it my guy."

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Staring at the blackboard that Jason was very much sure wasn't there a moment ago, he felt his chest tighten and ache as he read the...sigils? Words? They were definitely something and he totally shouldn't know what they mean.

Biting back a snort at the dry comment, Jason focused on him "I will take two...Danny? That your name or just the name on the aprin you got?"

Jason was totally not digging for information, because he totally wasn't a Bat or a Bird, and he totally didn't have an urge to know everything about the person across from him.

Getting a dry chuckle from the guy on the other side of the counter, who could only shake his head, "Sadly, that's my name, I will be back in a sec with your food, no running off tho' ya hear? Already dealt with dine and dashers once this week."

Letting out a chuff, Jason kept his eyes around the room, he knew logically he should be more freaked out by this whole experience, but he couldn't help but feel his body relax and his mind comfortable slow.

Holding the cup of coffee in both hands, he took a long sip and memories hit him harder than a crowbar.

It was his mother's coffee, not the bitch that sold him out but his mama, Catherine, the woman that struggled to keep him happy and fed.

It was the watered down brew, stretched to make it last longer.

It was milky and sweet with sugar packets pilfered form diners such as this and powdered milk he used to steal from the grocery store just for her.

His mama gave up so much for him, why couldn't he just do one little petty theft for her?

His heart aches again, and the intense feel of the pits roar in his ears, but they weren't calling for blood, the pits crooned in nostalgic heart break.

Usually remembering before his death was a trigger, was something that made him rage, but right now? He could only mourn for the mother and son that used to cuddle up together under a ratty blanket, of the mother that whispered stories to him during long quiet nights, of the woman that he had found dead on one such quiet night.

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Tossing on the last bit of fresh diced onions, Danny had a cheesy grin on his face as he brought the plate to the front, mouth opening to speak before noticing his customers disposition.

He was hunched over on himself, looking small (which was impressive for a man thst looked twice his size and 4 times more muscular)

Tears were streaming down his face as he stared at the now half full mug, for some reason it felt heart breaking to see.

Setting the plate down carefully in front of the man, Danny placed a hand on his shoulder, "It's okay man...your okay bud." Awkwardly Patting his customers shoulder, Danny felt a bit of panic, he wasn't Jazz he didn't know how to like, console people!

It took a few minutes for the man to calm, and Danny handed him a few paper towels to clean himself up, patting him on the back one last time, Danny let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, "Well...um, hope that the coffee is so bad that it made you cry, I-uhh, could comp it if you want?"

The man just shook his head, "Fuckin' hell, ain't bad, just...God damn it..."

---

Rubbing at his eyes Jason huffed, "Sorry for, um....blubbering on ya like that..

don't usually get teary at coffee, that's more of Timmer's shtick, just tastes...tastes like my mom's coffee when I was a kid..." shaking his head, Jason looked at the chili dogs, they still steamed, the cheese now melted on nicely.

Danny just nodded, "Yeah, some reason i have gotten a few comments on that" shrugging his shoulders, he started to figgle with a cloth, wipping down the counter as he spoke "Meh, Gotham is fucked up and I don't want to even begin to try and figure out."

Croaking out a laugh Jason dragged the plate of food closer, "Fucking right about that...though if you keep making it like that you got yourself a regular customer."

Reaching a hand across the counter, Jason gave Danny a weak smile, "Names Jason, nice to meet ya."

Taking the hand, Danny gave a smirk back, "Got it, one sad cup of coffee for you then-" Snapping his head over as he heard a beeping sound, Danny got a panicked look on his face "Oh shit! My cookies!"

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Storming to the back, Danny ran to the oven, throwing it open, scrambling for the oven mits, he phased a hand through them instead of tugging them on, and quickly pulls the smoaking batch of sweets from the rack.

Plopping them on the counter, he hears the oven snap shut as he sighs, turning to thank the diner, he pauses to see the sight of a man he was hoping that he would never have to see again.

"Oh little Bager, King of the Realms making food for the common folk? How the great have fallen.." Vald said with a viscous grin, his hand reaching up to flip off the oven, "Did you think I wouldn't find you? Thought you could rum off and not tell dear old Uncle? Don't worry Bager, while old Vlad might not come around to vist much..."

There was a flash of black light and where a man once stood was a ghost, his grin pulled back devilishly "I am sure Plasmius will make up for it very...very well."

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Laughing a bit as he watched Danny scramble inot the back, Jason stared at the food, he was still hungry but...he held an apprehension of sorts, was this going to bring back memories? Would they be good like the coffee or...

His thoughts were cut off as a body was through through the deviding wall from the front of the house to the kitchen.

Bolting up out of his seat, he watched as Danny stepped out of the hole in the wall, shaking out his fist as he did, "I really don't have the fucking time for you Plasmius, don't you see I have a customer?"

Jason stared as the body that was punched through the wall, that looked mangled, twisted and broken start to twitch and crack back into place, limbs bending back from positions they should never be, and then the man sat up, a feral grin on his lips.

(Really fucking bad day for not having my God damn guns.)

[depravitycentral]

Yandere! Tengen Uzui + Wives NSFW Profile

Yandere! Tengen Uzui x fem! reader, ft. all three wives

Tw: mentions of non-con, kidnapping, honestly this whole thing reads like one giant weird orgy, voyeurism, forced voyeurism, public sex, I don’t feel like I really captured his character but oh well, mentions of anal (f recieving), toys, all four of them are yandere bc I don't believe in splitting them up, sex dolls, mentions of cum eating, don't use lotion gifted to you by the Uzuis, fem reader, MDNI

I do not condone any of the actions described in this post - this is fiction and should be treated as such. If you or a loved one is in a similar situation to anything contained in this post or my blog in general, please seek help. You're in charge of your internet consumption; please make responsible choices. With that, enjoy!

WC: 14K

HABITS: 

Uzui’s sex life is extremely active, even before you step into his heart. Having three wives, he’s no stranger to the sweaty, writhing mess of sex, finding himself tangled with all three women on a nearly nightly basis. He’s just a passionate man, and finds that sex is a good medium to express his desire and love for his wives. And even on the nights when he’s too exhausted to join in on the fun, he’s more than happy to watch Suma, Hinatsuru, and Makio go at it in front of him, palming at his cock over his pants and watching like a hawk as they kiss and touch one another, moans ringing through the air and the musky scent of sex filling the room.

And once you walk into his life, this trait not only stays but grows stronger. He becomes so consumed by the thought of having you naked and moaning in his arms that it gets him salivating, gulping and feeling his knees go weak like some pathetic little schoolboy.

He’s constantly plagued by thoughts involving you, and a good portion of them involve you in rather lewd, provocative positions – he’ll be imagining what your tits look like as he idly gropes at Makio’s, biting his lip as he thinks of what color your nipples must be, how small or large, what shape your breasts are, how they fall or sit against your sternum, how sensitive they are and whether a few sucks and pinches is enough to get you bucking your hips and moaning.

(And all the while, Makio’s imagining the same thing – she’s picturing kissing you, pressing her naked chest against yours, hard nipples brushing against yours and making her whine, her hands coming down to force Tengen to squeeze harder, more insistently, more like how she fantasizes you would.)

He’ll be chatting with you, his stare much too intense and standing too close to your body, all the while daydreaming about how your voice changes when you’re in the throes of pleasure – does it get higher? Whinier, gaspier, every thrust of his hips drawing out a new moan that he wants to be loud enough to be heard by absolutely everyone in the near vicinity? Or perhaps you get lower, sounds starting deep in your chest and sounding serene as they fall from you, sounds that make him only tongue at you deeper, snap his hips against you faster, just trying even harder.

It’s not long before he begins craving you sexually, and so it’s also not long before he begins acting on those urges, humoring his rather explicit and depraved fantasies of you.

And so, when Tengen feels that same familiar, impossible-to-ignore aching when he sees you, his pants growing tight and his face feeling hot because fuck you’re so damn sexy it’s almost infuriating, he knows exactly what to do to quell it.

That is, fucking you is what his body is really craving, but his three lovely wives are more than capable of satisfying him, more than willing to indulge in the fantasy and let hands wander their skin all the with the idea of you in mind. And more often than not they’re suffering the same sort of sexual frustration, fingers twitching and biting lips because god, they want you so badly it’s almost painful.

And so, one of two things will happen.

The first – and more common – option is to simply fuck each other. All four are peeling off clothing, hands eagerly squeezing and fondling, mouths insistent and leaving each inch of skin wet with spit. It’s messy and loud and so very hot – sweat’s dripping from foreheads and gathering at temples, tongues eagerly lapping it up and moans filling the air. It’s truly carnal – a writhing mass of bodies, cum, and slick.

And while they’re touching each other, more often than not each is fantasizing about you – imagining the pretty pair of tits they’re sucking at and squeezing are yours. Imagining it’s your lips they’re kissing, your tongue they’re sucking on, your teeth they’re running their tongue against. Imagining it’s your ass they’re grinding against, your cheeks they’re groping, your asshole they’re thumbing at and cheekily kissing. They’re imagining it’s your pussy they’re spitting onto, your pretty folds they’re rubbing against your own, your hole that’s stretching so wonderfully to take a finger, two, four, a cock, anything and everything they give it.

You’re at the forefront of their fantasies, and they’re moaning your name allowed, each deeply engrossed in their own fantasy world of how you’re touching them, how they’re touching you, and how they’re making you absolutely dumb with pleasure.

That’s the more common option, yes, but it’s rather limiting – it feels best when all four are present, emotions feeling more intense because here they are fantasizing about you, their missing fifth person, and it feels wrong enough with one person not there. And so, when Tengen’s away on a mission or a wife or two is away in town or visiting friends, the others must compensate, their arousal insistent and needy and frantic to hump at something in replacement for you.

And so, the second common way for them to deal with their horniness before stealing you away is to take a turn with the rather pathetic stand-in they use for you. Tengen’s income is ample enough to finance the most recent development in large-scale sex toys – that is, the rather morbid life-sized doll they’d purchased surely isn’t an exact replica of you, but it gets the job done.

It’s a soft coating with padding inside that makes the doll decently malleable, not soft and squishy as they’re sure you are, but enough to have a decent amount of give when the fake tits are squeezed or the ass is slapped. It’s not complete – just a torso and a faceless head, with holes on the mouth and between the legs. It’s crude, vulgar, even, but on nights when they want a little individual, private fantasy session, it’s a better alternative. The doll sits in a particular closet, and is available on a first-come, first-serve basis.

And so, when Tengen arrives home one night after a particularly tiring mission, he’s quick to survey the Estate’s occupants. Hinatsuru had sent him a letter earlier in the day explaining that the three of them were taking a small journey to a neighboring village to gather some new herbs and supplies, and that they’d likely need to spend the night and return in the morning.

Tengen had of course been dismayed, but he’d stopped by your apartment on the return home and had caught a glimpse of you exiting your steaming bathtub perched outside your window, and had been absolutely insatiable since. The mental imagery of water droplets sliding down the curves of your figure had made him lick his lips so many times they were beginning to feel cracked, his uniform pants so tight that he audibly sighed in relief once he stepped out of them.

With no one else in the house, he’d briefly washed up, the cold water against his face waking him up, then wandered to the small, nondescript closet in the center of the Estate. Carrying the doll back to the large bathroom, Tengen shivers in anticipation. The metal image of you naked and wet is too much to forget, and so as he turns on the steaming water and let the bathtub fill, he slipped off the rest of his uniform.

Running a hand through his now tousled hair, Tengen grins, a thumb reaching out to cup at the doll’s – your – chin. My pretty girl, he coos, leaning in to press a kiss against the open lips, tongue coming out to lick and toy with the interior of the mouth hole, his eyes squeezing closed as he kisses harder, deeper, more fervently. He’s groaning all the while, a hand coming to lay at the doll’s waist, fingers pressing harshly against the material and feeling the way it divots under him, mind racing at how soft and squishy you’d be – surely much more than this stupid doll.

It’s not long before the tub is adequately full, and he stops the water flow. Settling into the warm water, he’s quick to grab the doll, laying it so that the back is pressed against his bare chest. He spends a long while simply talking to it – calling it your name, pressing wet, hot kisses against the neck, letting his hands come up to splay against the stomach, then creep a little higher to cup at the breasts. They’re not like yours – not the correct size or shape, but it’s a close enough substitute. And as his cock presses harder and harder against the doll’s ass, Tengen can no longer ignore the insistent throbbing.

He’ll chuckle against the neck, pressing one last hot kiss against the area and moving to take the ear between his teeth.

Bend over for me, he’ll groan, suddenly moving the doll so that its front is pressed against the lip of the tub, ass sticking out and the hole between its legs accessible. Tengen licks his lips, settled on his knees so that his groin perfectly aligns with the doll’s rear.

So pretty, he’ll murmur, running a thumb down the doll’s spine, imagining the way you’d get shy and bashful and tell him to not say such embarrassing things! He’s quick to lean over the doll, close enough to feel the ass flush with his cock, his nipples brushing against the doll’s arched back.

Tell me you want me. One hand comes down to knead and grope at the doll’s ass cheek, grabbing as much of the material as he can, closing his eyes and once again imagining how you’d be so much better. He imagines the way you’d respond, how you’d breath out his name, telling him that you need him, and that’s enough to send his hand to grab at his base, smacking himself lightly against the doll, smirking against the material as he imagines the way you’d squirm at his teasing.

Take it, baby, take me. And with that he’s pushing inside, hissing slightly at the squeeze, bicep flexing as he holds himself steady against the rim of the tub. The doll feels nice, but he’s sure you’d be much tighter, much wetter, sucking him in and offering so much resistance each and every time he pulls back. With a low groan and brings his hips back, precum smearing along the insides of the hole, but Tengen can only shakily sigh.

He starts a moderate pace, his thrusts as deep as he can make them, hips rolling and subconsciously aiming to the spot he knows you’d like. He’s talking constantly – praising the you of his fantasies, groaning out your name, breathily muttering small yes’s under his breath. The sloshing sound of the cooling tub water is background to the way his breathing gets slightly heavier, his cheeks getting more flushed, his muscles visibly flexing and tensing as his thrusts slowly get more instant, his hips picking up the pace.

Fuck, so good he’s groaning, a free hand coming down to smack at the ass of the doll, hand lingering to once again grope. His eyes are still tightly closed, trying to immerse himself in the fantasy of you – imagining your sounds as he fucks you dumb, the visual of your back arched before him, the sight of your ass bouncing and jiggling with the force of his hips. You’re just too damn sexy – his orgasm’s approaching much too fast, balls sporadically clenching and tightening, his breathing starting to get unsteady as the pleasure begins to mount.

A hand comes down to vigorously rub at where the doll’s clit would be, tight, fast circles pressed against he material as he buries his face against the doll’s shoulder, his voice tight as he groans out come f’me please god – I’m coming, ngh take it take it take it –

He lets out a low, deep groan as ropes of cum spurt from his tip, filling the doll, his shallow thrusts making a lewd, wet squelching noise. He’s still breathing heavily as he rides out the last bits of his high, sweat dripping from his brow and now cold water lapping at his thighs. He leans back, thumbs pressing against the doll’s back, eyes fixated on the sight of his cock buried inside of it, bits of cum having leaked out and leaving a white ring against the base of his cock.

He smiles, licking his lips, and reaches down to give his balls a good, gentle squeeze, hissing and curling his toes but determined to give this doll every last drop – after all, if it’s supposed to be you, he wants it to be as realistic as possible, to give you everything he has to offer. He’ll stay like that for a while, simply catching his breath and letting himself daydream about the aftercare with you; having you wrapped in his arms, the rest of his wives piled into the large bed with you, all tangled together and sleeping soundly, nude bodies pressed up against one another. The thought brings a smile to his face, and as he slowly pulls out, globs of cum dripping into the water below, he can only sigh.

It’s a quick job to clean up, washing out the interior of the doll and his own body, every trace of blood, sweat, and dirt from his mission going down the drain. The doll gets put back into the closet and he retreats to his bed, situating one of his wives’ pillows as a stand-in for your body, clutching it tightly against his chest and allowing himself to drift off into sleep.

And, when Suma returns the next day and finds herself feeling a bit antsy after having passed an intimates shop on the journey home, she’s quick to snag the doll, retreating to a private room to strip and perch herself on the doll’s face.

FAVORITE BODY PARTS:

 Your ass

Tengen finds every part of your body absolutely enticing. He finds you to be physical perfection, loving your every curve, blemish, roll, anything and everything in between. He likes all of you, but he has a soft spot for your ass.

There’s just something about it that drives him absolutely wild. He’s not picky about the way it looks, either – curvy, flat, squishy, firm, it doesn’t matter. His hands naturally gravitate towards it, absent-mindedly reaching down and simply settling there, letting his fingers idly press against the doughy fat and listen to the way you gasp. And frankly, it’s not even purposeful most of the time – it’s completely a habit, something he does without even thinking, something that his body truly just wants to do.

When he’s got you splayed over him, he’ll position you so that you’re laying on his chest, one leg propped up and over his, a hand securely sitting on the curve of your ass, absent-mindedly rubbing circles with his thumb.

And during sex it’s certainly no different – he’s a big fan of perching you over his face while you suck and lick at his cock, each of his hands finding home on your ass cheeks, kneading the fat and spreading them apart to allow him better access. He likes positions where your ass is visible and within touching distance, finding that he especially loves doggy and sitting you on his lap. He loves to watch the way the fat jiggles and ricochets as he fucks you, his thrusts getting faster and getting encouraged by the sight, loving the way the fat ripples and shakes, his mouth literally watering at the sight.

He’s truly fascinated by your ass, as well – it’s often that he’ll grab a fistful of cheek in each hand and pull them apart, getting a prime view of the pert, tight little hole that you always shy away from, the sight enough to leave him grinning, a thumb immediately coming up to lightly press and feel the way your body jerks slightly. He’s careful every time he plays with your asshole, though – always making sure to only very slowly work his finger inside and with ample lube, keeping his thumb shallow and slowly thrusting in and out. He likes the taboo of it, and while he won’t force you, he does harbor the fantasy of one day fucking you in the ass – if only to claim a hole of yours as his own, confident that even if you’ve laid with another man, it’s unlikely that you’ve ever done that.

(The thought of another man fucking you does, however, make him bristle with jealousy and anger. He doesn’t see you as some sort of pure, untouched angel, but he’s decidedly displeased by the notion that another man has touched you, has fucked you, has filled up your precious womb with their filthy, disgusting cum.)

He’s just truly a fan, finding that the area is simultaneously both sexy and endearing, and he’ll often reach out and land a firm smack against your ass as you pass by him in the Estate, his laugh ringing in your ears as he grins, pulling you in for a much too deep kiss and inhaling deeply by your ear. You’re just so damn pretty, after all.

Hinatsuru’s favorite part of you is your lips. There’s something about the shape of them that she absolutely adores – she similarly doesn’t care too much about the shape or thickness, finding that the softness and the fact that they’re yours are more than enough to make her happy. She’s always staring at them, fingers absent-mindedly tracing the shape against her thigh, closing her eyes and seeing them behind her eyelids. And you can feel that reverence when she kisses you – she’s gentle, even if the duration of the kiss and her wandering hands lead to you realize just how truly eager she is when she has you nude in front of her. She’ll slip a finger past them occasionally, sucking in a sharp breath at the way you suck and lick at them, your lips puckered and oh so pretty, her movements rushed as she suddenly grasps the back of your head, spreading her legs and pulling you closer to her cunt, frantic to feel those lips against her.

Makio’s favorite part of you is your thighs. She’s not exaggerating when she’d say that she’d die happy between them – they’re simply so soft and warm and squishy, the absolute perfect place to rest her head. When she’s cuddling you, she’ll maneuver you so that your legs are caging in her head, the plush surrounding her and simultaneously making her drowsy and aroused. She’s always pressing trails of kisses against the area, leaving soft little bites against the pillowy skin, groaning and muttering praises in a voice so low that the vibrations make you shiver. She’s grabbing fistfuls and kneading the skin, her hand sitting idly there both during the daytime and when she’s got you naked and moaning below her. She’ll perch herself on your thigh, dragging and grinding her cunt against the expanse of skin, grasping onto you so hard it’s nearly bruising as she chases her orgasm against your skin, her expressions and the noises she’s making almost too intimate, something about the sight feeling too personal for you to be viewing.

Suma’s favorite part of you is your voice. In bed, she’s very responsive to praise. She loves to be told what she’s doing well, how good she feels, all sorts of things that highlight how good she’s doing, how much you love her, how much you’re enjoying her touch. And so, Suma grows an absolute adoration and borderline kink for your voice. She loves the way you speak – the timber and tone, the way the letters roll off your tongue and how pleasing the sound is to her ears. And of course, when you say her name it only serves to make her shiver, goosebumps erupting across her whole body because oh, say it again, oh god please say it again she needs it… She loves to hear you moan and cry out in bed, too, finding that each and every sound you make it worthy of savoring, slick gushing from her with each whine and moan because don’t you just sound absolutely heavenly moaning and clenching around her fingers?

His mouth

In general, Tengen is a giver. He’s a firm believer in reciprocation in the bedroom, and one of his absolute favorite things to do between the sheets is to eat both you and his wives out. There’s something so naughty and lovely about it – the level of trust and intimacy is unmatched, and once your sexual relationship with the Uzuis officially begins, he will absolutely be using his mouth on you.

And he’s talented, too – he has incredible stamina, and would gladly spend hours between your legs if you’d let him. He’s able to angle his tongue just so, getting the correct pacing and movements to leave your toes curling and your hair tangling through his silver locks. He’s diligent, too – he’ll learn your body quickly, needing only a single time to find exactly what you like, and he’s always always looking at you, too. The eye contact is never broken, always watching to see how you’re responding to certain movements and techniques, adjusting to get you to make that face he loves.

(The one where your mouth is open into a little ‘o’ shape, eyebrows pinched in, eyes squeezed shut – the one that makes his cock absolutely throb, desperation tainting his movements because he will make you come, dammit.)

He loves the way you respond to his mouth; how you get so shy and nervous when he forces you to sit on his face, how you get so bashful when he tells you to spread your legs. And really, that’s where a lot of his love for eating you out comes from – you’re easy to tease, and the way you react to his words and actions leave him feeling giddy, your attention and acknowledgement of him making his chest puff out in pride because oh, this feels good.

So expect lots and lots and lots of teasing from him – biting playfully at the inside of your thighs, pressing feather light kisses against your skin, breathing over your clit and pressing his tongue against everything except where you need it.

He’ll push a finger against your entrance, pressing just enough to let the pad of his finger slip inside but not enough to give you any sort of real pleasure. Just enough to get you moaning and writhing, enough to get you begging for him in that sultry voice with that look that makes him throw all caution to the wind and absolutely destroy you.

He’ll edge you, bringing you so close to your high that you can almost taste it, your breathing getting ragged and your hips starting to shake, only to pull back and press kisses against the juncture of your leg and pelvis, chuckling when you whine, loving the way your body calls out to him and only him.

And even after he’s given in and let you come, he’s not stopping – oh no, not when you’re all sensitive and gasping him name, his tongue only picking up the pace as you writhe and whine, the oversensitivity starting to drive you mad.

And he loves the way you taste, too – the tangy, earthy taste, the way you taste so natural and raw and feminine. It’s to the point where he’ll tell you to go full days without bathing, only to pounce on you at night, pinning you down and rubbing his nose against the thin cloth of your panties, groaning and grinning at you, making some terribly embarrassing comment about how good you smell and how you taste even better.

So while he settles between your legs and brings you to orgasm after orgasm for your enjoyment and pleasure, a lot of it is self-serving. He wants you to feel good of course, but he wants you to know that he can make you feel good. He wants you to associate him with pleasure, to see him lick his lips and start shifting in your seat, to think of him as entirely capable at providing you pleasure and satisfaction. He doesn’t doubt his sexual prowess, but there’s something inexplicably satisfying about watching you fall apart all because of him and the way his tongue can work you.

The wives have different opinions, of course: Hinatsuru loves her hair. The way you pull and tug at it when she’s got her fingers curling and thrusting inside of you drives her mad, the twinge of pain mixing with pleasure clouding her mind and pushing her to go faster, to press even harder against the spot that makes your toes curl. You’re just so pretty and fuck the way you pull her hair has her near moaning, her own panties growing wetter with each tug.

Makio’s a big fan of own pussy, loving the way it feels to have you touching and pleasuring her. Of course, she enjoys touching you, but if she’s being entirely truthful, nothing beats the way you mouth at her, how you kiss and lick and suck at her, the feeling of you against her cunt leaving her breathless and desperate for more. She loves to sit on your face and grind against you, using your face as a sort of toy for her pleasure, the physical action feeling so dirty and possessive, as if she’s claiming you as her own. It’s the stuff of wet dreams – something that happens to her very often, courtesy of her fantasies surrounding you.

And finally, Suma’s favorite part of her body are her own breasts. She’s naturally very sensitive, her nipples easily hardening up and staying a bright, rosy pink color, and any time she’s got you naked in front of her, she’s always grabbing your hands and guiding them towards her chest, sighing and keening your name as you grope and knead at her. Roll her nipples between your forefinger and thumb, fit as much as you can in palm and squeeze, even slip her nipple against your tongue. She wants you to suckle, really, to lick and suck and tug for as long as you’re willing, her thighs rubbing together and little whines slipping from her because oh, if you keep this up she might just come from that alone.

DRIVE:

Between the constant flow of missions and having three sets of loving, eager arms to return home to, Tengen frankly doesn’t have time nor reason to feel sexually frustrated. His libido is naturally quite high, finding that sex is the perfect space to blow off some steam and also enjoy himself. He loves his wives dearly, and their sex lives are very active – which is why once their feelings for you form, they only fall into their beds more, hands wandering with new fervor, moans and fantasies increasing because oh, isn’t five the perfect number?

As a collective, all four of their libidos increase drastically once you step into their lives, and they’re not afraid to show this to one another. It’s extremely common for one of them to bring up a particular fantasy they’d been pondering on or harboring, the admission sometimes casual and nonchalant, other times stuttered out with red cheeks and twiddling thumbs. It’s become common place, really, for all four to share particular fantasies with one another, and often at inopportune times – not even necessarily in bed together.

Tengen will be off on a mission as the three wives sit down to lunch, making small talk and shoveling rice into their mouths, only for Makio to clear her throat and set down her bowl. The other two cock a brow but her their full attention, Hinatsuru even putting her own bowl down as well.

I’ve been thinking, Makio starts, fingers clutching at the material of her kimono, that perhaps she would enjoy a bit of spanking. It’s said as a statement, but she’ll look around the table, almost nervous at the reception of her thought – one that’d been plaguing her for nights, now, after having seen the way you yelped and stared at the ground when Tengen playfully smacked Suma’s ass earlier in the week. You’d been visibly uncomfortable, clearly unsure of what to say or do as Tengen teased Suma and the other two laughed along, but Makio is sure she’d seen some signs that deep under the façade of discomfort you’d perhaps been amused yourself, perhaps even a hair jealous…

After explaining that to the two raptly awaiting faces at the table, it’s Hinatsuru who first speaks up. She’ll softly smile, fingers tapping against the wooden table’s surface.

You may be right, she starts, and Suma audibly squeals at the idea. But of course, the only way to find out is to try it, and I don’t know that I advise Lord Tengen to be the first attempt.

Makio shakes her head rapidly, and Suma barks out no! It should be me! I’m much gentler, and she’d like it best from me and –

Makio cuts her off, snapping out where’d you get that from? Obviously it should be someone weaker than Lord Tengen but it was my idea so I should be the first one! Besides, you know I’ve been talking about how soft and pretty her ass must be for the last few weeks –

She’s also quickly cut off by Hinatsuru, who claps her hands together and laughs lightly. We must all try.

Suma and Makio grumble, the latter crossing her arms. Hinatsuru’s eye twinkles as she continues, but really, have you considered the other way around? That maybe she would like to spank us?

Chaos erupts at the table as Suma squeals once more, her eyes squeezed shut and her hands grabbing at the front of her kimono, fantasies of you bending her over and smacking at her while cooing her name running rampant through her mind. Makio’s cheeks turn an even brighter shade of red at the idea, shifting in her seat and clearing her throat, the mental imagery of her perched atop your face, grinding and swaying her hips as you grope and smack at her ass making her feel a bit hot under the collar. Hinatsuru, too, isn’t unfazed – she’s licking her lips, already thinking of how you’d be so gentle and nervous at first, a hesitant little smack against her that would only serve to make her moan lightly, her own hand coming and clutching at yours to guide you through it again, to help you hit it just right…

Tengen returns that night and is immediately bombarded with the idea, all three wives gushing at just how erotic and naughty the proposition is, and he can only boom with laughter, a hand already tugging at the front of his uniform trousers as he grins and tells them well, we should start practicing now – wouldn’t want to disappoint her, now would we?

And this behavior certainly doesn’t go away once they’ve permanently relocated you to the Sound Estate – no, if anything it increases. Because now that you’re with them constantly, their fantasies and libidos only increase. You’re just too damn pretty – they’re constantly staring at you, leaning in and inhaling your scent, fingers idly playing with your hands and hair and clothing, their attention always on you you you.

That said, you’re unlikely to be forced into anything directly sexual with them – certainly not with Tengen, who respects your clear discomfort when he lets his hands wander, instead choosing to only pull you into a rather intimate, wet kiss and whispering against your lips that you could be much happier if you’d let us pleasure you, you know.

Hinatsuru, too, is unlikely to force you into any sexual contact – instead she’ll just stare, constantly, her breathing getting slightly heavier and biting her lip but not making any motion to touch you or force you to touch her.

Makio, too, sees semblances of boundaries there, and will only force you to touch her in ways that aren’t explicitly sexual, but still feel strangely erotic. (She’ll make you brush her hair, massage her shoulders, help her to shave her legs, and absolutely insist that she returns the favor. Everything is long, drawn-out, and she’s always looking at you with baited breath, as if she thinks she can goad you into wanting something more, as if she thinks she can seduce you into wanting her.)

The only one who really toes the line, however, is Suma. It’s not out of some desire to make you suffer or to make you uncomfortable, but rather that her impatience and lust for you is simply so strong that she full-heartedly believes that you want her, too. She loves Tengen, Hinatsuru, and Makio, and she’s sure that if you just gave them all a chance you’d enjoy sex with them, too. She’s always detailing to you about the latest things they’ve done and tried, grabbing your hand and placing it on her breast as she describes a new technique Tengen has been using, something about flicking his tongue in particular ways against her nipples that she absolutely swears is amazing. It’s uncomfortable and it’ll leave you shying away and grimacing, but it’s only at the command of one of the others that she’ll stop, whining and pouting because she was so close to getting her to join us!

So while you’ll never be forced into actual sex, the four do have a rather nasty habit of getting you involved in their sex life – that is, it’s not hard for Tengen to get his hands on the newest, latest sex toys. His penchant is decent as a Hashira, and he’s got the input of all three wives on which models would feel the best, what the curvature and functions and textures should be to maximize your pleasure.

And so, any time the four of them are home, they’ll position you in one of the chairs at the end of the futon and mattress, a new toy in hand as they eagerly pile onto the bed. You’re expected to use the toy as you watch – thrusting in and out, angling it in time with Tengen’s thrusts and moving fingers, your own pinching and rubbing at your clit with the same speed, intensity, and mannerisms as all three women. They want your legs spread against the chair, wide and open so that they can see everything, and they’ll have you stripped down to nothing, your bare cunt and tits exposed for their viewing pleasure.

And they’ll put on an absolute show for you – clothes come peeling off, each person taking turns to sensually and seductively peel back the layers as the others touch and grope at new, exposed skin. They’ll moan and pant, Hinatsuru’s small gasps pairing with Makio’s throaty moans and Tengen’s gravely curses, while Suma’s higher-pitched whines fill the background. It’s contsant motion – Tengen’s always the first to undress, carefully folding his uniform and giving himself a few languid, tight strokes, making eye contact with you the whole time as Makio presses kisses against his neck, Suma licks at a nipple, and Hinatsuru takes over his hand, keeping the pace steady.

Suma will be next, eagerly rushing out of her kimono and slipping out of the lacy undergarments she sports, flinging her panties in your general direction and giggling when they land at your feet, the wetness of them palpable against your skin.

Hinatsuru goes next, Makio taking extra care to pull down the front of her kimono and let her chest fall out, a hand each groping and kneading at her breasts, pinching her nipples and looking at you all the while.

Makio goes last, slipping out of her clothing and spreading her legs widely, Tengen swiping a finger through her folds and licking off her slick, making a loud pop noise as he pulls them from his mouth. Each time will bring some new arrangement, the events never exactly the same, but one common arrangement is for each of them to kiss for a few minutes, continuing to grope and play with each other while loud, wet, slurping noises fill the bedroom air, until finally Tengen pulls away from Suma with a groan, settling down onto his back and grinning.

Jealous? He’ll ask you, grabbing at Hinatsuru by the hips and pulling her down to hover over his face, hot breath brushing against her cunt and making her bite her lip. Tengen will send you one last look, his voice clipped as he tells you to watch closely and don’t stop touching yourself, and then suddenly he’s pulling Hinatsuru all the way down, leaving not a hair of space between he tongue and her. She’s immediately humming and softly gasping, one hand tangling into his hair while the other grabs at Suma, pushing her onto her back and pulling her hips closer.

It’s typically at this point that you start to squirm, watching as she immediately dives between Suma’s legs, fingers slipping inside her and curling as her tongue works in circles, Suma’s hands coming up to clutch at the pillow under her head and toy with her breast.

Meanwhile, Makio’s settling over Tengen, pale fingers wrapping around his cock and lining him up against her, sinking down and letting her eyes roll to the back of her head with a simultaneous groan from Tengen, only partially muffled by Hinatsuru’s thighs. It’s vulgar, really, watching the way Makio starts bouncing, breasts rhythmically slapping against her ribcage as she moans, all the while keeping eye contact with you.

It’s loud – the wet, clickly noises and all the moaning and groaning, and the room is suddenly much too hot and humid. And what makes it all worse is how they’re all looking at you – stealing glances or blatantly staring, and oh god is that your name they’re moaning out?

Suma’s whining, looking at you through half-lidded eyes and slurring it together with yes yes yes, even while she pulls at Hinatsuru’s hair. Makio, too, is babbling out all sort of praise, telling Tengen he’s so – fuck, so big Lord Tengen, oh god you have to feel this too followed by your name over and over and over, like some sort of mantra.

It’s too intimate and it feels so much like something you shouldn’t be looking at or witnessing, but the moment you stop thrusting the dildo or playing with yourself, Suma’s shakily reaching out and smacking at your knee, her face contorted into something between a pout and a gasp as she tells you n-no! Don’t stop, don’t stop!

It’ll last much too long, some twenty minutes of writhing bodies, and at some point it devolves into them complimenting you, telling you that you feel good or that you’re so pretty or that they want to fuck you so bad, god please just let us!

It’s too much, but it’s only once you’ve finally orgasmed that it’ll all stop. The moment they see your body tensing up, your breathing getting more labored, your thighs shaking they’ll all freeze, watching you with rapt attention, even a bit of drool dripping along Tengen’s chin. They’re watching your face as your high hits you, listening and shivering at the sounds you make, your own pleasure often forcing their own orgasms to hit.

(Particularly for Tengen – cum’s flooding Makio without any warning, his balls twitching underneath her and cum dripping down and smearing along the insides of her thighs, too much for her to keep inside.)

Once you’re finished they’ll let you leave, hoping that watching them was largely responsible for your orgasm, and once you’ve slid the shoji door shut they’ll start up again, your used dildo eagerly being grabbed and thrown into the mix, the moans and whines of your name still audible long after you’ve retreated to the other end of the Estate.

It’s overwhelming, really, and so very intimate in a way that makes your skin crawl, but try as you might to ignore it, eventually you’ll grow to be curious, to wonder if Hinatsuru’s fingers and Tengen’s tongue can really be that incredible. And the moment you make any move whatsoever towards joining them?

Well, the frenzy to touch you, taste you, feel you, fuck you is almost too much, almost enough to make you back away again, but they won’t let you. Not when you so clearly want it – want them.

MAIN THREE KINKS:

Cumplay

Particularly for Tengen, this is true – he’s not terribly possessive as far as yanderes go, but there’s still something undeniably pleasing to him about the idea of marking you as his. He likes the idea of making it abundantly clear that you are his woman, just as you are Hinatsuru’s, Makio’s, and Suma’s woman. He wants both you and other people to understand that you are permanently claimed, and what better way to do that than through sex, where it’s both intimate and pleasurable?

And so, you’ll notice very quickly that Tengen has a penchant for finishing either inside of you or on you. And actually, his preference is often on you rather than inside. He loves to fill you, of course, his eyes rolling to the back of his head when he pushes himself as far inside of you as he physically can, a gasp tearing its way through him as cum absolutely floods you, the warmth and pressure of it inside of you making you squirm.

It’s erotic, thrilling, so very natural, but it doesn’t quite satisfy the possessive edge that Tengen feels. It’s good because he feels that he’s claiming you in the most carnal way possible, but it’s still not enough – and so, the next time Tengen fucks you, he’s pulling out at the last minute, hand moving so quickly as he strokes himself that it’s genuinely a blur, before rope upon rope of hot, runny cum is landing against your pussy, dripping down and following the curves and dips of your folds, winding up with your entire cunt absolutely covered in his seed.

It’s messy and dirty and it makes Tengen practically salivate, the sight enough to make him hard again, cock bright red and pain bleeding into pleasure because oh fuck, he wants to cover you in even more. There’s something about the sight of his cum on your skin that just feels so very right, dare he say even flashy – it’s a pride thing, and he’s not picky about where on your body he finishes.

 He’ll cover your cunt in rope after rope of cum, two thumbs spreading your lips wide so he can see your clenching hole, groaning lowly as he thumbs a bit of the cum against it, smirking when you clench so hard that some of it slips inside you.

He’ll smack your ass and mercilessly squeeze as he fists his cock over you, finishing against your pretty skin and staring down at the sight, loving the way you whimper slightly as he makes comments about how you look so fuckin’ good, baby, do you like being covered in me?

He’ll have you on your knees in front of him, your fingers wrapped around him as he tells you to open wide, painting your tongue white and giving himself an extra squeeze after just for good measure, just to make sure he gets every last drop onto your awaiting tongue.

He’ll finish on your chest, cum smearing across your nipples, moving forward to lick it off and flick and pinch at them, something like a strangled groan sounding from his throat because the taste of him on your skin is intoxicating in ways he can’t even describe.

And of course this kink doesn’t just extend to only you and him – oh no, the other wives are often involved, as well. He’ll bend you over and fuck you full, hips not stopping their movements until you’re shaking and a whining mess, cum trickling out and making a wet schluck schluck noise. He’ll slowly pull out with a hiss, sending a quick, payful smack to your ass, only to be immediately replaced by Makio, who eagerly grabs a handful of cheek in each hand, spreading them and groping as her tongue dips inside you, greedily sucking at and licking up every last glob of cum she can, paying no mind to the way you squirm and writhe at the overstimulation. Suma will be gagging around his length, pretty tears welling in her eyes and her jaw starting to ache at the stretch, only to have Tengen finish on her collarbone and breasts. Suma will giggle, giving his tip a quick kiss, then whine out your name, practically manhandling you as she makes you lick her clean, her gasps and moans as your tongue circles her areolas and sucks at her nipples ringing in your ears. And once you’re done, Tengen will expect you to clean him up, too – he’s still hard, still a deep, swollen pink color, and he’ll watch with a smile as you obediently lick up every last bit, leaving him clean and ready for the next orgasm.

And really, the kink isn’t even just limited to the bedroom – no, he’s more than happy to incorporate his cum in your day-to-day life, too. Even before he’s stolen you away to warm the Uzui bed at the Sound Estate, he’s idly fantasizing about you interacting with his seed. He’s not a complete creep, though, and so he’ll bar himself from acting on some of the more depraved, disgusting fantasies he’s harboring.

He’s daydreaming about snatching that pretty bowl of noodles you prepare for yourself nearly every night for dinner and jerking himself so fast that he can’t even breath, the off-white creamy texture seamlessly blending into the broth of the noodles, tip bright red and his breath unsteady because oh god, you’d look so dirty and sexy and risqué eating this and he wants to see it more than anything in the world. He won’t, obviously, but it doesn’t stop him from thinking about to an almost maniacal degree, instead making Makio settle between his legs and lick and suckle at him until he’s shooting blanks, all the while murmuring your name.

No, he’s not some depraved monster that would forcefully feed you his cum, no matter how raunchy and enticing the idea may be. Instead, he’s much more refined – that is, only a true pervert would trick you into ingesting his seed without your permission. Instead, Tengen finds other methods to get you to interact with his cum – ways that feel less invasive, less directly disturbing.

That is, it seems like a sweet gesture when you arrive home to find a pretty, decorative bottle of lotion waiting outside your front door one afternoon. It’s delicate packaging, a pretty bamboo with all sorts of flowers painted onto the wood, a small note attached claiming to be from the Uzuis. There’s a bit of writing from each of them – each filled with all sorts of proclamations of you being beautiful, of your skin being so soft and pretty that they felt you needed to have a good, high-quality, all-natural moisturizer to upkeep that level of perfection. And oh, isn’t that a funny coincidence! The wives have just recently gotten into the hobby of lotion making, learning all about the herbs and medicinal treatments that can be imparted into it.

Just ignore the slightly bitter smell to it, and the way that it’s awfully runny for a lotion, and the way that the discoloration seems a little too intense. It’s a home-made gift, after all, and one that each member worked very, very hard to make for you – hours of work, really, all with you at the forefront of their minds.  

So really, it’s a possessive thing, yes, but Tengen just likes the idea of the intimacy and lewdness that seeing the way you look all covered in his seed provides him – rather flashy, he might even say.

Voyeurism

While Tengen loves joining in on the fun, of course, there’s something very, very appealing about the idea of watching you get fucked. He’s got three very capable wives who’re all just as eager to get their hands on you, panties already soaked the moment their skin touches yours, and so why wouldn’t he want to see them go to work and leave you a moaning, disheveled mess?

There’s something erotic about being a bystander – he likes the idea of simply watching, of being a fly on the wall. This way he can see every angle that he can’t when it’s him hovering over you or guiding your hips to ride him harder and faster. And you’re damn pretty like this – he can see everything in real time, eyes glancing between your face, your pussy, your ass, your chest, and everywhere else he can greedily take in so fast that it’s almost dizzying, too desperate to take everything in to focus on any one thing.

It’s almost a kink for cucking, frankly, with how often he suggests it and the level that he enjoys it. Of course, you’re his woman, his wife, his cute little cunt that he gets to fuck and leave dripping with his cum, but you’re also his wives’. He’s not jealous when their hands settle on your skin, and so it’s very often that he’ll settle back into the corner of the room, sitting in a chair with his legs spread wide, one hand behind his head and the other idly cupping his balls, staring with rapt attention as Suma impatiently undresses you, Hinatsuru and Makio groping at every newly exposed inch of skin in a frenzy, wet kissing and sucking noises filling the room.

His expression remains neutral for most of the ordeal, too concentrated on watching and taking in every detail, all the while his fist slowly wraps around his base, pulling up and down, squeezing harshly and thumb playing with the tip as the scene unfolds in front of him.

And the wives are more than eager to put on a good show – there’s all sorts of dirty talk, each woman telling you exactly what they want to do with you. And frankly, the level of detail is crude – Makio’s telling you that she wants to taste that cunt of yours, want to make you squirt all over my face while Suma’s complimenting you in that awed, too-excited voice of hers that your tits are so pretty, can I touch them? Can I squeeze them and suck on your nipples until you come?

Even Hinatsuru exaggerates ever so slightly to entertain Tengen and fluster you, her voice ever-calm as she nips at your earlobe and tells you to get on your hands and knees so I can fuck you, love.

And they’re always so painfully honest that it makes you squirm in embarrassment and also discomfort. It’s flattering, in some far-off, fucked-up way, but the phrasing is too vulgar, too frequent, and too fervent to really let you enjoy and flatter yourself with it, because can you really be that flattered when you simply moan their name and their orgasm hits them like a fucking truck?

The whole thing is narrated as it’s happening, too, each wife talking about how good you feel and how pretty you look riding their strap, how sexy you look when you’re sitting on their face, how adorable you are when they keep rubbing and sucking at your clit long after you’ve finished. Their voices are breathy, uneven and choppy, pleasure tinging their words and often borderline unintelligible as they trail off into a moan or start begging you for more more more.

It’s uncomfortable, yes, but the moaned pleas and verbalized fantasies play into the experience, and though all three are doing it mostly to please Tengen initially, he starts fading away the longer they have you in bed with them. Their attention shifts entirely to you, almost forgetting about each others’ presence as they focus on touching you, making you touch them, making you come for them, them coming for you. It’s as if they’re in an entirely different world – one that Tengen absolutely loves to see, because if there’s anything that makes him happier and hornier it’s to see all three of the women he’s madly, deeply in love with absolutely losing their fucking minds over the fourth woman he’s so painfully obsessed with.

It’s arousing and leaves him on the edge of his seat, biting his lip and spitting into his palm again and again, the friction with how fast he’s moving his hand demanding more and more lubrication. And all the while Tengen’s still pumping himself, his stare uninterrupted despite the rather violent pace he’s set for himself. His thighs are tensing and his abs clench as he watching, but he wills himself to not finish until you do, to hold off his orgasm so he can come with you, even if he’s not the one touching you and bringing you there.

And when he feels that you’re getting closer, he’ll stand up from the chair, fist still diligently working his cock, taking occasional breaks to delay his orgasm as he fondles and gropes at his balls, only to inch closer to the four of you. He’s still staring, silent, but he gets closer and closer until he’s climbing onto the futon as well, getting onto his hands and knees, eyes still trained entirely on you. He’s keeping his fist stationary now and instead moving his hips to thrust into it, hissing through his teeth as he watches the way wives play with you, thrusting their fingers and dildos in and out again, matching his own thrusts to the same pace so it feels like he’s the one fucking you.

It’s just so dirty and sinful, and when he finally watches as you cry out and gush around Hinatsuru’s fingers, he can only throatily groan, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he shuffles forward like a crazed man, getting so close to you that he’s straddling over your laying form, tugging and jerking at himself so harshly only mere centimeters from your face.

And then suddenly he’s coming, a slew of curses falling from his lips as spurt after spurt sprays from his engorged, swollen tip and lands in streams on your face, the sight only making him grit his teeth, a second orgasm hot on his heels because you just look too fucking good. He’s breathing heavily after that, staring down at you with wide eyes and an open mouth, but once he’s had his fill he’ll simply lean forward and lightly smack your cheek with his cock, licking his lips and telling you in a strained tone to keep going, I want to see you come at least three more times.

So really, he’s note entirely uninvolved in the sex – simply watching until the time is right, wanting to time your orgasms together so that you feel connected and bound together. He thinks it’s sweet, really, but as Makio and Suma both lean down to eagerly lap up the rivulets of cum steadily dripping down and from your chin, it’s hard to find it endearing – not when Hinatsuru is already mouthing at your cunt again and not when you can physically feel the way Tengen is staring at you, already rock hard again and filling the room with the wet clicking sound of his strokes.

How very sweet.

Orgasm Control

As a general rule, Tengen is a fucking tease in bed.

There’s something captivating about the way you respond to his touch that drives him absolutely insane – he loves that a single brush of his fingers against your sensitive skin gets you gasping softly, his ego soaring because god, is he that good to you? He loves that a fleeting, teasing kiss against the inside of your thighs or the sensitive skin of your neck makes you whimper slightly, your eyes all big and doe-like and so very, very precious. He loves that a simple smack of his cock against your clit leaves you shuddering, the wet plop noise leaving a sticky, translucent line connecting his tip to your skin, everything so wet and messy and dirty.

He just loves the way that your body responds to him, even if your mind is slower to accept the pleasure and sexual gratification that he’s so eager to provide you with. And so, Tengen takes this and runs with it – that is, he’s never actively aiming to hurt you, but he has no problem teasing and making you beg for the orgasm he’s so confident he can give you.

And really, he should be confident – he’s got more experience than he knows what to do with, considering how sexually active he, Hinatsuru, Suma, and Makio are even before you step into their lives. That coupled with his extreme, borderline fanatical dedication to learning your every expression and sound in bed leaves Tengen as a sort of glorified sex-god, capable of bringing your body to the brink over and over and over, without even breaking a sweat.

And so, you’ll notice very early into your sexual relationship with him that he has a tendency to treat your body like a toy of sorts; fascination written across his face as he sinks his fingers into you, curling and rubbing against the sweet spot that makes your toes curl, eyes bright and wide as he stares down at you. He’s moving his thumb to rub circles against your sensitive clit, your legs shaking because fuck, how does he know exactly what pace and angle you like it?

(The answer, of course, is the stalking and long, explicit conversations with his wives about what specifically they like and what they think you’d like, too. They’re all eager to become experts at fingering you – taking turns practicing on one another, testing out different paces and angles, new techniques with their tongues and even brushing a finger over clenching assholes, anything and everything they can think of that you’d possibly like.)

He’ll be so attentive that it’s almost uncomfortable, the attention and awe in his eyes making you feel too exposed and vulnerable, but then all too suddenly you feel the telltale signs of your orgasm, squirming and shaking as he keeps working his fingers in and out and curling and grinding and oh, fuck fuck fuck-

But then the feeling is suddenly gone, the pleasure plateauing and plummeting, something akin to a whine falling from your lips because that possibly the lead-up to the strongest orgasm of your life. And Tengen will only laugh, licking off every bit of your slick from his fingers only to playfully smack your thigh, a grin settling on his face as he tells you that you shouldn’t just expect to get it – you have to earn it. Can you do that for me? Show me that you want me to fingerfuck you into an orgasm.

And he’s deadly serious – he'll make you straddle him, his pelvis wide and your hips stretching to accommodate, your cunt pressed so wantonly against his clothed cock, the fabric getting wet as he looks at you expectantly, that same cocky look on his face.

Well?

He’ll lean back, arms crossed behind his head as he watches you, shame eating away at you as you slowly move and grind, the pleasure good but nothing like what you’d experienced mere moments before. He’ll let you slowly grind for a while, finding the sight of you completely nude, wantonly using him to be very, very enticing, but eventually he’ll decide he’s made you suffer enough. A thumb will come down to rub at your clit, the moan you let out making his chest swell and his cock throb sharply underneath you – enough for you to feel it distinctly.

You’re awfully cute, he’ll start, only to suddenly have you on your back before you can blink, his lips hot on your and his tongue already running along your teeth, pressing deeper and deeper into your mouth, trying to taste and touch as much as he can. He’ll pull back with an exaggerated, lewd pwop sound, licking a long, wet strip along the seam of your lips. You’re cute now, but how ‘bout you show me just how fucking good you look when you’re creaming on my fingers?

And then he’s manhandling your legs apart, lips suddenly attached to your clit as he slips two fingers inside, resuming his pace and making your back arch up and off the futon. Red eyes watch with rapt attention as you slowly unravel, your cries getting louder and your hips threatening to buck, only weighed down by a heavy palm against your navel.

You’re so pretty, he thinks, and as you gasp out a slurred ‘m coming, he finds himself shallowly humping at the ground underneath him, hips scooping and gyrating as he watches the way your mouth opens in that pretty ‘o’ shape, your eyes squeezing tightly shut and your hands grasping for purchase, for anything to ground you as he works you through the pleasure. He’s keeping the same pace, tongue still drawing tight, purposeful circles with a bit of suction throughout the process, and even as your cries die out slightly, chest still heaving and your gaze falling onto him, crazed and half-lidded, the moans turning into whines.

Too much, fuck Tengen ‘s too much- He’ll cut off your rambling with a sharp smack against the fat of your breast, effectively shutting you up as he keeps up the pace, the oversensitivity driving you mad. It’s overwhelming, but even as you beg and try to wiggle out of his grasp Tengen won’t let up, instead buckling down and pressing onto your clit harder, slipping a third finger inside and pressing down on your navel even harder, watching the way your eyes cross and your stomach clenches.

He’ll easily pull three or four orgasms from you every time the two of you get intimate, often in quick succession, if only because the sight of you overstimulated and fucked out of your mind leaves him salivating, cock so hard it physically hurts because god, you look good like this.

It’s heaven, and he’ll often enlist the help of his wives to get you as dumb and overstimulated as possible, hands grabbing at every inch of your body and mouths leaving every part of you wet and sticky. It satisfies the protective urges he feels towards you to some degree, loving the way that you become so dependent on his touch to reach your high, the way you clutch onto him and keep chanting his name stroking his ego so heavily that it’s nearly enough to make him reach his own orgasm, too. He wants to see your muscles twitching weakly, your chest heaving, the pretty black eye makeup Suma had begged to put on your earlier trickling down your cheeks and making you look so messy and unhinged and hot.

You’re just so, so very endearing, and while he’ll always curl you into his arms, pressing your cheek against his chest and peppering too-long, too-wet kisses against your hairline and the crown of your head afterwards, Tengen’s goal each and every time he’s between your legs is to absolutely ruin you.

OTHER NOTABLE KINKS INCLUDE:

Clothed Sex

In general Tengen finds your body to be absolute perfection. He’s an appreciator of the female form in every way – finding women of all shapes and sizes beautiful, salivating over his own three wives like a dog in heat every time a sliver of skin is exposed or the urge takes him. And so, this naturally extends to you as well – he’s very, very sexually attracted to you, and enjoys the skin-to-skin intimacy that sex can bring.

However, while he loves to have the five of you completely nude, completely bare to one another and completely exposed in every possible way, he’s also a fan of rather unorthodox sexual ideas. And so, the prospect of clothed sex is something that happens to pass through his mind one day after walking by a red-light district shop, with illustrations sitting in the windows for purchase. It’s a small thought and one that merely makes him stop and ponder the image for a while, hand at his chin and his head tilted, but when he returns home from that mission he’s eager to try the fantasy out.

It’s not difficult to convince his wives, all three of them jumping at the chance to try something so erotic and oddly dirty, and it’s only natural that they encourage you to participate, too. At first, he only keeps a few items of clothing on just to test out the waters – he’s only wrapped in a loose, casual haori with his signature headband on. Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru are all in various states of undress, keeping panties or a light overdress on, the fabric sheer enough to see the general outline of their breasts and the curve of their asses through the material.

But you – oh, well, as attractive as the idea of clothed sex where you’re also clothed is, all four of them had agreed that they simply can’t bear to not have complete access to your body. They can’t not be able to see and look at every inch of you, your soft skin available to kiss and touch and grope at, your curves bouncing and jiggling and the ricochet of hips slapping against yours completely visible to the eye. And so, the first few times it’s not too noticeable – the feeling of cotton against your skin is a little odd as you sink down on Tengen’s cock or kitten lick at Suma’s clit, but it’s not too uncomfortable.

And with every time they get a little bolder, keeping more and more clothing on until all four of them are fully dressed, all while you’re completely nude. It’s a strange feeling – you’ll feel exposed, too exposed, completely vulnerable while they’re all dressed in uniform and kimonos, skin hidden behind fabric.

But they absolutely love the sight – you’re truly the star of the show this way, and they’re quick to coax you into touching them through and around the clothing. Makio’s encouraging you to reach into the top of her kimono and pull both breasts out, the soft, pale skin hanging out of the fabric, nipples already rock hard and hyper sensitive when she pulls you closer and guides your lips to suck on one.

Suma’s giggling and blushing furiously when she has you grind against her ass, your hand slipping up to squeeze and grope the fat through her clothing, her own grinding getting faster and harder, pushing back against you so strongly that you have to brace yourself on something nearby.

Hinatsuru’s only sighing and smiling when she has you dive underneath her kimono, gently pushing her panties to the side as you kiss and lick at her, her thighs moving to tighten around your head and lock you in place.

And Tengen can only smile and lick his lips when you dig under the waistband of his uniform pants, shivering lightly when you grasp at his cock and slowly stroke him, your movements clumsy under the fabric and only making him leak more precum because oh, aren’t you so very precious?

It's humiliating, really, the power imbalance more than apparent, but they absolutely adore it. You’re just so very tempting, and they’re more than happy to sink their teeth in and take a bite out of you.

Toys

It's a given, really, considering that the Uzuis were already rather sexually active before their infatuation with you form, but they are certainly no strangers to incorporating toys into the bedroom. It’s practicality more than anything else – four people is a lot, and it’s not uncommon for one of them to simply sit back and watch, masturbating with the aid of a toy as they watch their spouses go at it.

And so, as a new member of the ‘relationship’, they’ll be more than happy to extend this philosophy to you, too. And you’ll have absolutely anything your heart desires – every dildo under the sun, all sorts of shapes and materials and sizes.

(With the stark exception that you are not allowed to have one that is comparable to Tengen’s size or larger, simply because he wants his cock to be the ultimate for you, to be the one that fills you the best, the most complete, the one you crave most.)

You’ll have access to any sort of special pillow designed to be ridden, any sort of clitoral toy, anything and everything. And all four of them are eager to use them on you – to press the small, textured sheet against your clit and rub in circles and listen to you gasp. They’re happy to spread your legs as wide as you can stretch, cunt uncomfortably on display as they sink the dildo inside of you, the others watching with rapt attention mere inches away as you look away and moan, the attention and the adoration in their eyes nearly suffocating.

They’ll even attach the nipple clamps to your poor, sensitive tits, Hinatsuru’s eye glinting with some sort of sadistic glee as you wince slightly and grind against Tengen’s crotch, the pain strangely arousing under her gaze.

And of course, the wives will absolutely be using their straps on you – they’ve got the nicest harnesses on the market, with dildos made out of glass and flexible materials, all sorts of dimensions that they’re eager to try out on you. Each woman has her own favorite, too, of course – the one that she prefers to be fucked with, and so of course that’s the one she’ll use on you.

(It’s intimate, in their heads, and it’s often that they’ll share toys with you without washing them first, loving the idea that their slick and cum is inside you, loving that they’re almost one with you now.)

Hinatsuru’s is long, with a ramrod straight length that always leaves you clutching onto the sheets and squeezing your eyes shut with how it just never seems to end. Makio’s favorite is a little shorter but much wider, the girth enough to leave you wincing slightly in pain because it stretches you out nearly to your limit. Suma’s is more modest on the length and birth, but it’s got this absolutely insane curve upwards that brushes along your g-spot over and over and over again, leaving you arching your back and clawing at anything you can find because it’s just too good.

But be careful, because while Tengen loves to watch the shows you put on with all three of them, it’s his cock that you must crave the most at the end of the day – he wants to see all the exaggerated reactions, the gasps and screams of his name, the way your cunt sucks him in again and again and again as if you just can’t get enough of him.

And of course, you’re more than welcome to use toys on him, too – he generally doesn’t like imitations for pussies, so any sort of pocket-pussy like toy he’ll typically only use to humor you. Rather, he’s a big fan of cockrings and anything else that can act as a sort of restriction. Put a chastity cage of sorts on him and he’s breathing heavily, trying to resist the urge to just rip it off and open with his inhuman strength. He wants you to tease him, to leave him leaking so much precum that it’s pathetic, to have him on the edge of losing his mind before you finally, finally give him the release and pleasure he’s so desperate for.

The Uzuis really just like the myriad possibilities and options that toys bring them – and whether you like it or not, you’ll like it, too. They’ll make sure of it.

BIGGEST FANTASY:

Tying hand in hand with his voyeuristic tendencies, Tengen just can’t shake the idea of being intimate with you in a public place. He’s never really tried it too much simply out of fear for the ramifications it could have on his career, but the idea is significantly less easier to simply swallow down when it comes to you, where the marginal sense of propriety he feels flies out the window.

There’s something about the idea of claiming you in a public place that just really, really gets him hot under the collar, a light shade of pink covering the bridge of his nose because oh, isn’t that just so naughty and dirty? It’s a kink for the risk of getting caught, more than anything – the idea that people could hear or see, that the both of you have to stay quiet or else everyone around you will know exactly what he’s doing under that pretty kimono of yours.

It’s an enjoyment for the taboo, and a way to quell his possessiveness all while he gets to see you squirm as he makes you an absolute mess on his fingers.

And so, while it may be logistically difficult to swing if only because the Uzuis seriously limit your time in the public eye and away from the Sound Estate, Tengen could be very easily convinced to take you somewhere semi-public, to let his hand sneak between your legs and listen to the way you struggle to stay quiet and composed while he curls his fingers against the exact spot that has you seeing stars.

He’s a tease in every sense, and to see you struggle to maintain your composure because of him is arousing in a way that truly makes him breath heavier, his hands restlessly clenching and unclenching, his toes curling and his cock aching because god, you’d look so fucking cute all hot and bothered and embarrassed at getting caught.

               The theater is really quite pretty – carved wood and ornate painting against the grain, all sorts of details and skill that you’d noticed when you’d first entered. The light had been on then, the some twenty people also in the theater excitedly chattering away in preparation for the play about to begin. Tengen had led you inside, your hand tightly clasped in his own and his large body purposefully angled to shield you from any curious eyes and promptly placed you both in seats at the very far back corner of the theater. There was no one else in this row – the closest appeared to be a young couple two rows ahead of you, closer to the bulk of people near the front.

               Tengen had been awfully cryptic about the whole thing on the way there – only telling you that you’d be seeing something new tonight, and that he had a special plan on how to make it extra fun for you. The sense of foreboding was still sitting heavily in your chest, but the excitement at being in town and out of the Estate for a while was difficult to quell.

               It’s not long before the lamps are blown out and the play begins, the actors swarming the stage and reciting their lines in a way that leaves you mesmerized. The plot is something stupid, really, but you can’t find it in yourself to care – it’s too captivating.

               Wet, warm lips press against the side of your neck without warning, the sudden sensation making you jump and slightly yelp, Tengen’s chuckle and the hand that places itself over your mouth cutting off any sound. He trails kisses up and behind your ear, then down along your jaw, finally finishing at your ear, taking your earlobe between his teeth before huskily whispering, “You look ravishing.”

               Unsure how to respond, you just swallow, trying to ignore his ministrations and instead focus on the play. You’re acutely aware of the people in front of you, suddenly understanding why Tengen chose such an isolated seat.

               He groans against your skin. “Promise me you won’t make a sound if I move my hand, yeah?”

               You nod, mortified at the idea of letting anyone know what he’s doing to you in such a public place. He grins, exhaling slowly.

               Large hands find their way to cup at your clothed breasts, expertly finding your nipples and deftly rolling them between thumb and forefinger. You bite your lip, trying to hold back the small sighs at the pleasure, but Tengen only pinches harder, the pads of his fingers coming up to squeeze and knead at the rest. “Shh, you wouldn’t want anyone to know what we’re doing, would you?”

               You shake your head but he chooses that exact moment to slither a hand down and tightly cup your cunt, thumb pressing right against your clit. You gasp and let out a choked sound, only for Tengen to rush forward and silence you with a kiss, his thumb continuing to rub slow, lazy circles against your sensitive skin. He pulls back with your bottom lip carefully caught between his teeth, eyes sparkling as he comments, “Seems like you do want people to know. How unlike you – you’re not normally this bratty.”

               His lips move down to settle against your collarbone, tongue slipping out to lick and suck at patches of skin. You’d surely be left with bruises tomorrow, hickies decorating the entire expanse of your chest.

               “Tengen-!” Your scold is cut off by your own shuddering gasp as a finger slips underneath your kimono and presses hotly against your entrance, teasing and prodding through the thin material of your panties. You’re clutching at the arm rests of the chair now, thighs closing around his hand and not seeming to faze him at all. He’s moved down to sucking and kissing against your breasts now, over the fabric but still letting his saliva pool against the material. Wet spots form as he moves along, surely visible with the light-colored fabric of your kimono.

               Lips curve around and suckle at a nipple through the material as he slips his finger to the side of your panties, whistling very quietly. “For someone who seems so opposed, you’re awfully wet. Care to explain?”

               Your face feels hot, embarrassment creeping up your spine as you yet again glance towards the crowd of people in front of you. No one’s looked back or noticed yet, but you can’t help but wonder when someone inevitably will.

               “This is so – so wrong! We’re in public, you can’t-“ You start, but a teasing, rather sharp bite at your nipple has you shutting up.

               “We can. And we will.”

               It’s all he says before he’s getting out of his seat and quickly kneeling in front of you, throwing your kimono up and over his head as he quickly settles against your pussy. Teeth grab at the hem of your panties and pull down, fingers quickly coming up to rip the material in half and leave you squirming. Nervously you look around again, but the tearing noise happened to coincide with a loud yell in the play, and no one seems to have noticed.

               “Tengen!” You whisper sharply, one hand coming down to rest on his head as he throws your thighs over his shoulders. With nothing separating him, Tengen dives forward, pressing his nose against your entrance and deeply inhaling, audible to you even through the muffling fabric.

               You don’t have time to react, though, as he immediately starts licking and sucking, the lewd noises filling and ringing in your ears as your eyes flutter closed, his precise movements and the aim of his tongue leaving your legs feeling weak. He sets a steady, moderate pace, his fingers slipping inside to curl and press against you. Your toes curl and your thighs clench around his head but it doesn’t seem to bother him, his free hand moving to clutch at the fat of your thigh as he moans against you.

               It’s overwhelming and it’s not long before you’re right on the edge, one hand grasping at his hair through your kimono and the other tightly locked over your mouth to stop any moans from escaping. Your eyes are squeezed shut, the play entirely forgotten as you focus on not making any noise, but when Tenge suddenly speeds up the pace of his fingers to bully them directly against your spot, you can’t stop yourself.

               You arch up out of the seat, thighs clenched so tightly around his head that for a moment you fear he’ll suffocate, slick gushing into his open mouth as your orgasm wrecks you. You’re trying to stay quiet but the chair is creaking under you and a few moans slip out, and it’s only when your eyes flutter open and the last pangs of pleasure wrack through your body that you notice the way a man roughly your age stares at you in shock from a few rows ahead, clearly aware of what just happened. You tremble, embarrassment eating you alive, but Tengen merely presses a kiss against your quivering thigh and returns to his seat, licking his licks and sucking each finger clean. The man quickly turns around, shoulders stiff and clearly uncomfortable in his chair, but Tengen merely reaches over and squeezes your hand, sending you a half-smirk, half-smile.

               The rest of the play finishes painfully slowly, and once the lamps are relit you’re immediately glancing over at the man and looking away quickly when you catch eyes, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Tengen follows your gaze and his eyes narrow for a moment, before he clears his throat and pulls you into a searing, heated kiss, much too loud and much too wet to be considered polite. A hand settles against your hair, pulling you deeper and keeping you trapped as he has his way with you.

               The boy quickly walks away, practically scurrying out of the theater, and it’s only after the rest of the patrons leave that Tengen pulls back, eyes staying closed for a few moments.

               He swallows, the taste of you heavy on his tongue. Grabbing your hand, he pushes it against the very prominent erection straining against his trousers. “Next time, I think you should return the favor.”

[yourlittlebunnyy]

sweet request - eris x reader

masterlist

summary: Eris wants to see you pregnant with his child.

warnings: none i think?

w/c: 1k

You have tied the knot with the mighty High Lord of the Autumn Court, Eris Vanserra, ever since the day you discovered your status as mates. Currently, you're occupied with your newly acquired duties as High Lady. This allows Eris to be alone with his thoughts, and his mind is consumed by the desire to see you carry his heir.

Later, you make your way back. "My dear." Eris gently holds your face and says, "I would like to discuss something with you." He smiles. Instinctively you reach out your arms to encircle his neck, holding him close to you. It was hard for you to get used to spending all day divided from your mate, but you had to do it. When Eris became High Lord, a lot of things changed in the Autumn Court, including the power of females: you first wished to be an example for all undervalued, abused and exploited Fae and decided to work and toil as hard as Eris. This allowed many other females to emulate you, feeling free to make their own choices, and the Autumn Court slowly began to change its mindset.

But all this, of course, took time and effort, not allowing you to spend much time with your beloved. Eris’ grin widened as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close. He loved to feel you close again, after a whole day of being apart. He was happy that you were taking your status of High Lady so serious. But even he could see how much it was wearing down on you. Eris’ expression quickly changed into that of worry and concern as his eyes slowly looked over your tired body, noticing the bags under your eyes.

“Darling, are you tired?” The Autumn Court High Lord questioned, his hands gently cupping your face.

His concern tugs at your heart, and you can't help but smile at him. Eris has always been an outstanding mate, and before that, a friend always willing to help you.

"No, no. Don't worry. What did you want to tell me, you, rather?" You ask, returning the conversation to the question he had asked you just moments ago.

Eris knew you were lying, and it took everything he had in him to not call you out on that. He took a deep breath, knowing that if he would push it, it wouldn’t end well. He caresses your cheek, a frown on his lips as he sighed out quietly.

“Just something I’ve been thinking about.” He said, his hand now gently moving down to your hip, caressing it with his thumb. He was quiet for a second, as if mentally preparing himself for what he wanted to say next.

It was not often that Eris was... nervous. Sure, sometimes he is agitated, sometimes he is sad. But he was never... afraid to tell you something. In fact, once he was, you remember pleasantly.

Eris was the first to sense your bond, and that very afternoon he ran to you to reveal it, not wanting to lie to you and giving you a choice. He was nervous that afternoon, just as he is now. You wonder what was left so 'unsaid' between you that made him so uncertain.

"Hmm, and what is that?" You ask as you place a hand on his that was already resting on your cheek, an encouraging smile opens on your lips, inviting him to speak.

Eris took another deep breath. He was so nervous. No he was terrified. How would you react. He swallowed down the lump in his throat, his eyes locking onto yours, seeing the encouraging smile that you adorned on your beautiful lips. He couldn’t help but fall a little more in love with you.

“It’s something that I want.” He began. His heart was racing, but he couldn’t show weakness. He needed to remain calm. No matter the outcome.

Eris knows how much effort you are putting into your new role, and he does not want his request to prevent you from doing what you like, or worse-that you feel obligated to do what he wants just for him. If you were going to have a child, it would be at the behest of both of you; Eris would not agree otherwise.

"Well, love, you are a High Lord, I could say you can have anything you want." Your partner chuckles, but it doesn't calm his nerves. The hand resting on your hip fiddles with your dress, and it does not go unnoticed.

It felt like you were setting him up for rejection. But he couldn’t think like that. He can’t give up before he even tried. He looked down, away from your eyes now, a look of doubt in his brown-amber eyes. He inhaled deeply, as if to give himself courage to continue.

"Anything?" He questioned as his hand stopped moving on your hip. His heart rate picked up again.

Eris could see the worries that were starting to cross your mind. He knew a lot of scenarios were now playing out in your mind, and it pained him to know you thought he didn’t want you. That, by Gods, was the last thing he wanted you to think. He let out a small breath, and quickly brought a hand up to stroke your chin with his thumb. “Hey, stop thinking.” He muttered. “Just-“ A pause, as he tried to gather the words he wanted to say next.

"Please, love. Just say it, okay?"

He was quiet for another few seconds, mentally preparing himself once more. But he knew you wanted him to just spill it. He took a deep breath, and finally said what was on his mind.

“I want to see you pregnant.” He said. His cheeks heating up as he did so. He didn’t know why he was so nervous. It shouldn’t be a hard request for you to satisfy.

Your heart loses a beat as a mix of emotions takes over you. If that's really what he wanted to tell you, then you don't understand why he's so nervous. A slight chuckle escapes you, making Eris confused. Are you laughing at him, or at his request?

After a small moment when you recover, you take his hands in yours and look him straight in the eye. You make sure to send him as much love and comfort as you can through bonding, and smile sweetly when he reciprocates with the same emotions.

"So, you want a child? With me?" You ask shaking his hands, Eris smiles.

He was confused. He had been dreading telling you this, dreading your rejection, and he had expected a different reaction coming from you. But there you were instead, trying to hold back a laugh. He almost pouted at that. And was about to, if it wasn’t for you taking his hands in yours, and staring into his eyes. For a second his heart stopped. But it started up again as your love through the bond hit him.

He knew he had been worrying for no reason. He always did.

“With you.” He confirmed, his smirk returning again.

You smile again at his words.

He smiled back at you, before he gently used his hands to tilt your head back by your chin. He slowly started walking you backwards, gently pushing you towards the wall behind you, as his smirk slowly turned into a devilish grin. Once your back hit the wall, he leaned forwards, and spoke in a tone that left no room for any disobedience.

“I suppose I’ll have to put a baby in you now, won’t I?”

[fallecupid]

VICTORIA NEUMAN | NSFW ALPHABET

: thanks for the request, in fact, writing about victoria was even easier than writing about donaldson.!!!

A — ( aftercare ) after sex, victoria often just hugs your body or whispers sweet nothings to reignite your excitation, but doesn't really mean it. also, it's definitely holy ground, like showering and changing cum-stained bedding.

B — ( body part ) neuman would be lying if she said it didn't matter. your neck, one of her few weaknesses, sometimes just wants to nuzzle into it and smell your scent or leave a couple of sweet hickeys on your delicate skin.

C — ( cum ) in particularly tense moments, it's not always possible to keep clean, so the white sheets of her soft bed suffer.

D — ( dirty secret ) victoria would like to practice role-playing or bdsm, it cannot be called a dirty secret, for she is not ashamed of her desires, but for some reason she has not yet voiced it.

E — ( experience ) you're not the first. victoria is definitely an experienced woman who knows where to stick her fingers in and where to run her tongue, yet you never have a slip of doubt that she's committed to one of her exes.

F — ( favourite position ) victoria prefers to fuck you while you sit on her lap, unable to pull away or be too willful. only to whimper into her neck and wriggle.

G — ( goofy ) victoria is pretty damn serious herself, but during sex she becomes more of a horny cat?

H — ( hair ) often, during sex, you tug victoria's hair, which is so damn attractive, she's ready to melt while your fingers slide through her thick curls.

I — ( intimacy ) she can afford to take you out to a restaurant or buy you any trinket, expressing her affection in this way. of course she can be romantic, if that's important to you.

J — ( jack off ) she herself doesn’t jerk off, she has damn little time for this, too much work and crap surrounding her on all sides. but watching you jerk off during sex is a different story, but it’s too typical when she doesn’t let you cum, right?

K — ( kink ) any kind of obedience. you often practice this and this kink has become too common in sex.

L — ( location ) it could be anywhere. whether it's her office or a bathroom stall, it depends.

M — ( motivation ) it doesn't take much for a warm feeling to build up in her lower abdomen, but she still particularly likes your boldness.

N — ( no ) victoria will never really hurt you. the woman is able to tell when you're languidly asking her to stop and when you're really uncomfortable.

O — ( oral sex ) she doesn't mind being sandwiched between your thighs while her tongue moistens your clit, listening to muffled moans.

P — ( pace ) victoria never rushes, slowly caressing you with her fingers while running her tongue over your naked skin. every touch is a tease.

Q — ( quickie ) absolutely not. no speed in sex.

R — ( risk ) she has no problem fucking you on the balcony of her office or squeezing you in a dark corner at an event.

S — ( stamina ) after all she's super, she has enough energy to fuck you once or twice, but then again if you're exhausted after the first time, she sees no point in continuing.

T — ( toys ) your sex with victoria is bad enough without having to spice it up with some kind of toy.

U — ( unfair ) victoria always does this, especially when you're ready to cum, she stretches that moment like a rubber, teasing you and provoking you at the same time.

V — ( volume ) surprisingly she doesn't like to make more noise than necessary, so she mostly whimpers into your hair or rubs against your chest at all.

W — ( wildcard ) when she's at a debate, more often than not, instead of being distracted by the sweaty men next to her, she's replaying your recent sex in her head while keeping her guard up.

X — ( x-ray ) —

Y — ( yearning ) something between 6-7/10 eventually she's a public figure, an active politician and her brain splits in two to keep it all in her head, need and work.

Z — ( Zzz ) victoria doesn't go to bed at once, she manages to work until the middle of the night, right after sex.

[solar4seekstron]

Plan A - Megatron

Megatron x Cybertronian!GN!Reader Oneshot Part One

Solars Indie Series

Plan B, Plan C, Plan D, Plan E, Plan F, Plan G, Plan H, Plan I, Plan J, Plan K, Plan L, Plan M, Plan N

Introduction Indie Series

Content: 16+

TW/Tags: Bit of Angst, Toxic relationship, takes place after the movie, Megatron has trust issues. I think I’ll make a 2nd part but we’ll see. I like writing for our angsty boy.

After the war you chose to leave Megatron once he left a day before. You told Optimus and the others that you’ve made your choice and you believe you can help bring back D-16. Optimus was hesitant and asked reasonable questions. You told him that you’re willing to stay under cover and do your best. If anything like it becomes too much and if it calls for it. You’ll return to the Autobots. No connection or anything. You would just focus on trying to bring D back.

Your bond was broken from that die. When you told Megatron his way isn't right. But he only saw you as a traitor now. And so with that you carried out your plan. On the next day you transform into a sort of jet. And made your way to where Megatron and the high guard might be. As you kept flying, unknown to you. One of the guards detected you. Megatron knew it was you based on the shape, at least it must’ve been you. He had one of the high guards fly him to you. Getting right behind you on one of the high guards flying to you and before you even noticed and knew it. Megatron landed on top of you. Before telling the high guard that he’ll deal with you. Knowing he’ll be able to handle you one on one.

As he tried to get you to transform, you struggled to stay in the air. He continued, staying on top of you. So as you got lower, you transformed, finally getting him off as you both flew and rolled onto the ground. He was a few feet ahead of you and you were quick to get up. Your legs hurt from the landing. Almost losing your balance as you got up and you surely had a few dents on your body.

You watched as Megatron stood up and turned to you. That angry look in his red optics as he stared you down. He was way more than a few inches taller than you now. “Y/N…..” you backed up. Maybe you didn’t think this fully through.

”Megatron please listen to me I just came to ta-“ He charges at you. It was almost dark and at the same time you weren’t sure what to do. When you backed up you ended up tripping, landing on your aft as he got closer. You tried to protect yourself as he finally got close. Only using your arms to not anger him more with your blasters. Prepared for what ever blow he throws at you soon.

Only for him to stop in front of you. Letting out a few breaths as he stared down at you. He noticed you were shaking and wasn’t going to fight him. His face showed disappointment and his optics narrowed again as his fists fell to his sides.

He looked down at you thinking about what he’s about to do. He’d never hit you. Would He?

Your optics were closed until you finally opened them. You looked at him and you two stared at each other. You were shaking as he remained still. He continued to look at you with an almost tired but angry look. He then kneels down before grabbing your wrist as he brings you closer. You only looked down as you closed your optics. He analyzed you as his optics only closed a bit more. He finally spoke. His voice as dark and rough as before.

”Why….did you come? Prime make you a spy to use me?!” You stayed silent for only a second

”I……Megatron…I changed my mind….a-and…” Your optics start to gain tears as you spoke “I missed you Megatron….I-i can’t-“

”I have no room for weaknesses…no more.” He stood up pulling at your wrist making you stand up. He then held your jaw with a firm grip as he made you up look at him fully. You slowly opened your optics as you looked up at him. He’d then tilt his head to the side a little as his optics look down at you.

”Please Megatron. I just….I just can't live a life. Without knowing you’re out there. D. You’re still in there somewhe-“ His cervo on your wrist tightened causing you pain as he removes his cervo from your chin. Moving his hand to your neck. Gently squeezing. “D-16…..is dead….I Am Megatron.” He says as he leaned his face closer to you.

Now you were mad. You tried to pull your arm away but his grip was firm as he remained still. You used your other cervo to push against his chassis. “My spark belongs to D-16. Not. Megatron. D is still in there and I’ll only follow D-16. And if you can’t get that through your-“

In a fast movement, he pulled at your wrist. His other cervo that was once holding your throat was now around your waist. Both of your chassis together. “Now why is it D-16…instead of Megatron?…..Because I’m no longer weak…all…sweet?” You only had anger in your optics now. “You’re not the bot I fell in love with.” Your digits scratched at his insignia on his chassis. He did a really good job hiding how hurt he got from that……

“…..You’re just a con now.” You two stared at each other. Both of your optics narrowed. What you didn’t expect was him laughing. He was laughing at your face.

“Yes. I’m not him……” He leaned closer to your audio sensors, speaking in a deep voice. “I’m someone better.” Now you were really scared. As he continues to glare down at you. You try again to pull away until his arm is around your waist and his cervo on your upper back makes you stay close. His other cervo no longer holding your jaw. Moving to the back of your helm.

“This time, I can be a Better Conjunx for you.” Your optics widened as you kept trying to pull back. Only to feel Megatrons dermas against yours. Your own cervos pushing and hitting at his shoulders and chassis. His optics closed as yours remained open. Your cervos barely able to scratch his arm. The cervo behind your helm gently squeezed as a warning, making you stop but your cervos remain against his chest. Trying to create some distance.

He missed you. Oh how he deeply missed you. At first he wasn’t sure but knew he was going to be miserable without you. Despite his new found goal in life. You are the only good thing left. Might as well keep you seeing you’re here now. At first he didn’t trust you when you came. But he knows with his new cog and the power he holds….How can you ever protect yourself? Even from him now. He isn’t weaker then you now.

You can be his once more. By his side. Where you belong.

His kiss became more and more passionate. He deepens the kiss as he tilt his helm. His arm squeezing you closer to him and the cervo moved from the back of your helm to the nape of your neck. You were certain he would break your neck until he stopped. His head then leaned back a bit as he opened his optics once more. His optics not even a little softer.

”Y/N You may join me…but you are my Conjunx. Nothing more. Nothing less. And if you were to betray me in any way……Your punishment will become a part of your every being……” He meant it. You know he does. But you know you must stand your ground. Bring back D-16, stop him from this ‘goal’. You were going to suffer you knew this. But whatever comes your way. You can handle it..

”I’ll join you…” Megatrons finally shows a grin. Both of your forhelms touched once more as you knew what to do next. Both of your inner chassis open up and your sparks soon shine and glow.

You closed your optics waiting for the bond as his only stared down at you. His grin never left his face as his hold remained firm. Your bond with him is no longer soft and full of joy. But anger and…..distrust…..his love was there but it was so far. You have a lot of work to do. Megatron leaned forward, his dermas connecting with yours once more. This time you returned the kiss. Yours was gentle but the passion in your kiss was weak as his was more dominant.

Megatron then gets a comm from Soundwave asking where he was. Megatron growled into the kiss and pulled back. Removing his cervo once on the back of your neck to the bridge of his nose as he responds. His optics closed as he listened to Soundwave speak. You looked at his insignia. You know he’ll put one on you..eventually. His other cervo was resting around your waist continueing to hold you close. You looked down as you waited for him to finish. After a few nano cycles. His call ended and let you go. You were honestly happy to be out of his embrace. You didn’t know if that was a good or bad sign on your part.

”Follow me Y/N. It’s time you meet ‘the new team’…” He transformed. You did the same and flew over following him. You’re going to be stuck with Megatron for a very long time…

This was pretty fun to write and I hope you all enjoy this 😊

[asgard23]

Yandere Cheater x Reader Part 2

Warning: 18+ noncon, cheating, language

Summary: Alec's POV

*Sooo I tried delving into Alec's mind, describing his turmoil and regret. Let me know your thoughts!*

Part 3?

Part 1, Part 3

Thank you, and please don’t forget to reblog<3

Alec’s POV

The lukewarm water of the shower did little to wash away the sticky feeling of Ada’s skin or the heavier weight of his guilt. Alec leaned his forehead against the cool tile, the thud echoing slightly in the small bathroom of his apartment. It had barely been an hour since he’d stumbled through his front door, the city noise still buzzing in his ears, the phantom taste of cheap alcohol and Ada’s artificial perfume clinging to him.

He’d left the club, left Ada in that dingy backroom of the party after getting exactly what she wanted, and hailed a cab due to his tipsy state, the whole ride home, in fact the moment he was done hooking up with Ada, it was almost like a pit of contagious guilt formed in his belly and it would not leave. He wanted to see Y/N. He needed to talk to her, to hold her, to somehow erase the last few hours. The thought giving him lingering anxiety. How could he erase it? He’d done it. He’d betrayed the one person who mattered, the beautiful woman, who had given him everything but her body.

He turned off the shower and grabbed a towel, the movement slow and heavy. It was as if at any moment, any move could be an admission to his guilt. His phone buzzed on the counter – a notification.

The name on the screen was Y/N. His heart leaped. Was she already done helping with Tia?

He opened the message.

"We're over. Never contact me again."

His blood turned to ice. The towel slipped from his hand, pooling on the floor. He stared at the words, uncomprehending. Over? Never? Did she already know?

Then he saw the attachment. A video file. Hesitantly, hands shaking, he tapped it.

His breath hitched. It was him. And her. In that God forsaken room where he committed his ultimate sin. The back room at the club. Her eyes half-closed, her lips… God, he couldn’t watch. Not really. He scrolled forward, forcing his gaze onto the flickering, low-light footage. The raw, ugly reality of his betrayal played out on the small screen. He almost dropped the phone, bile rising in his throat. He was a monster. He’d thrown away everything for… for that. For Ada. A name that tasted sour. He felt a fresh wave of disgust, not just at himself, but at her. He forced himself to watch the end of the video. 

And then he saw it. Ada’s face, tilted slightly towards the camera, a slow, deliberate smirk stretching across her lips just as the video cut off.

That bitch.

He knew he would have to tell Y/N eventually. The guilt would have eaten him alive. But this? This was cruel. This was orchestrated. This was designed to inflict maximum pain. Pain to Y/N.

Y/N. His Y/N. Beautiful, radiant, with eyes like warm (E/C) that saw right through him, yet loved him anyway. She wanted to wait until marriage to have sex. He’d respected that. Truly. Years of laughing conversations, shared dreams under starry skies, quiet nights curled up on the sofa, passionate kisses that never went too far, a deep, soul-binding connection that felt stronger, more real, than anything he’d ever known. Besides one stupid, meaningless fling a year before they were even official, he had committed himself completely to her. He would wait. He would.….Until Ada.

Ada was just… there. Convenient. Willing. A fleeting moment of weakness, a void he’d foolishly tried to fill with something meaningless, something cheap, when his heart was screaming for the profound, patient love of Y/N. Ada wasn't even a person to him in that moment. He’d been weak. He’d been horny. She was just a hole to be filled in a moment of weakness. She was nobody. Nothing. Compared to Y/N, she was less than dust.Absolutely nothing. He needed Y/N to know that. He needed her to understand. But she wouldn’t let him in. A mistake he would regret for a lifetime.

He needed to talk to Y/N. Right now. Explain. Beg. Anything.

He stabbed the call button on his phone, dialling Y/N’s number. It rang once. Twice. Then, an automated voice: "Sorry, this number is not available."

His gut plummeted. Not available? Did she... did she block him? On his number?

He went to his contacts, frantic. Text message. 

He typed furiously: Y/N please, we need to talk, I can explain it wasn't what it looked like, I was drunk. Please, baby, don't do this.

He hit send. The message bubble stayed green. No, worse, it didn't even attempt to send. It just failed. She had blocked his number from texting, too.

Email. He rushed to his laptop, fingers flying across the keyboard. Subject: PLEASE READ THIS. He poured his heart out – the regret and the desperate plea for understanding. He clicked send. An immediate bounce-back notification flashed on the screen. Invalid recipient. She had blocked his email address.

Instagram. Facebook. Twitter. Every single platform they used to communicate, to share their lives, to send silly memes and late-night 'I love you's. He checked them all. His messages bounced back. Their shared photos were suddenly inaccessible. He was walled off. Completely cut off.

Panic set in, it was like a sharp-edged sword was slowly piercing his heart. She wasn’t just angry. She was gone. She wouldn’t give him a chance to explain, no matter how sorry the excuse.

The next two months were agonizing, filled with futile attempts. He drove to her apartment building every single day, parking down the street, just hoping to catch a glimpse of her. Sometimes he would find himself just standing right at her apartment door like a stalker at night when others were rarely out. He left bouquets of her favourite flowers on her doorstep, tucked behind a pot so they wouldn’t be immediately visible from the street. 

They were always still there the next day, wilted and ignored. He left carefully chosen, expensive gifts the first edition of a book she’d been looking for, a vintage necklace she’d admired in a shop window, tickets to a concert she wanted to see. They vanished from the doorstep, he never knew if she took them. Maybe the building manager, maybe a neighbour. He never saw her acknowledge them.

Then there was the incident with her car. He saw the cracked windshield one morning when he was parked illegally across the street. His heart ached for her. He knew her work schedule, waited until she left for the day, and called a mobile repair service. He paid double to get it replaced on the spot, leaving his number with the technician just in case, though he knew it was useless. It was something, anything, he could do for her. He never got a thank you. He never expected one, not anymore.

The silence. That was the worst. Her anger, her pain, he could have handled that. He deserved it. He was ready for the shouting, the tears, the difficult conversations. But this absolute, complete radio silence was a punishment more severe than anything he could have imagined. It was as if he had ceased to exist in her world. He missed her like air, like a vital organ suddenly removed. The easy laughter they shared, the comfort of her presence, the way her (E/C) eyes would crinkle at the corners when she smiled, the feeling of her hand in his – it was all gone.

He started drinking more. Sleeping less. He looked in the mirror and barely recognized the gaunt, haunted man staring back. The chiselled abs felt like a cruel joke when his insides were rotting with guilt. People at the gym asked if he was cutting weight too aggressively. He just shrugged. He was cutting weight from his soul.

He eagerly paced throughout his apartment, where every morning, the first thing he felt was the absence of her beside him. Every night, the last thing he saw was her beautiful face. All he saw were shadows of Y/N, like a ghost of the past. He wandered through his apartment, running a hand over the smooth, cool surface of the kitchen counter where she would steal his slices of pizza before playfully running off to be chased.

He ended up in the bedroom, her room, their room, now just his room again. It felt sterile, too big, too quiet. His gaze fell on the dresser, specifically the small, carved wooden box she kept her hair ties and small trinkets in. He avoided looking at it, usually, too painful a reminder. But the craving of having some semblance of her within his palms pushed him towards it.

He opened the top drawer. It was mostly his stuff – t-shirts, athletic socks, gym shorts. But nestled in the back, half-hidden beneath a pile of folded shirts, was something small, soft, and unmistakably hers. A pair of her panties he bought for her. Silky, black, with a delicate lace trim. She never came to get any of her stuff, which he both hated and loved. At least he had mementos.

His breath hitched. He picked them up, holding the material gently between his fingers. They were cool to the touch, but the mere sight of them ignited his arousal. He lost count of how many times he had done this before. Jacked off to her things. It was almost a ritual, really, especially when they were together. Sometimes, the intensity of his attraction to her, the sheer force of his desire, was overwhelming. A kiss that teetered on the edge of dangerous territory? He’d excuse himself to the bathroom, his body humming with need, needing a quick, release before he could face her again without completely losing control. 

A simple hug that lingered maybe a second too long? Well, he’d have to make an excuse to leave the room, find a moment alone to calm the frantic beat of his pulse, the sudden tightness in his groin. 

A long cuddle session on the sofa as they watched a movie, her head on his chest, her leg thrown casually over his? He’d felt himself hardening, aching with it, and had several tissues destroyed and filled with his cum in the bathroom later, the temptation almost becoming too much to bear while lying so close to her, wanting her fiercely but not wanting to rush or pressure her.

He brought them closer, burying his face in the soft fabric. He inhaled deeply, trying to pull her essence into his lungs, trying to forget the silence, the distance between them. The scent was intoxicating.

He imagined the way her skin would feel under his hands, smooth and warm. Her curves, the gentle swell of her hips. He imagined the way her eyes would be fucked out as he had his way with her, the soft sounds she could make when he touched her just right. He imagined what it would feel like peeling away these very panties as he undressed her.

A groan escaped his lips, ragged and desperate. The physical ache was almost unbearable.

His erection was hard and throbbing. He looked down at the panties in his hand,one of the only connections he seemed to have left to her physical presence. He took them to the bed. Falling onto the mattress, he pulled the soft fabric over his face again, inhaling deeply again. He pulled the panties away from his face, his gaze fixed on the lace trim. He fumbled with his belt buckle, his hands trembling. He kicked off his jeans and boxers, his erection springing free, hard and needy.

He positioned her panties just above his groin, pulling the fabric taut. He began to stroke himself, slowly at first, his eyes still closed, conjuring her image behind his eyelids. He imagined her hand replacing his, her soft touch. 

He moved faster, his breathing becoming ragged, punctuated by low groans. He slid the smooth fabric of the panties up and down the shaft of his cock, the sensation driving him wild. He ran the lace trim over the sensitive tip.

"Y/N… God, Y/N…" he desperately groaned.

He gripped the panties tighter, bunching the soft material in his fist as he stroked himself harder, faster. The image of finally being able to see her naked plastered in his brain, he pictured her writhing beneath him, her fingers digging into his back, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. He pictured her flushed and unfocused with climax, just for him. Just his eyes.

He pushed the fabric down, pulling it back up, the motion rhythmic and frantic. His hips began to buck slightly off the mattress. The tension coiled tighter and tighter in his gut. He wanted to scream her name, but only a choked sob escaped.

"Y/N!" he gasped, his voice rough with emotion, as the wave hit him.

He came hard, a violent, shuddering release that shook his entire body. His vision blurred, and he collapsed back onto the mattress, his arm falling away, the black lace panties slipping from his grasp to land on the sheets beside him.

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He was slowly going crazy. He felt the edges of his sanity fraying like worn rope. More insane without her. Even breathing was a struggle. He replayed the night in his head endlessly. How could he? How could he have been so weak? Four years of knowing her . Two years of dating, of cherishing her patience, of building a foundation of trust and respect… all shattered in less than an hour with Ada. A willing slut. 

He had to get his Y/N back; there was no other option. But first, he had to deal with Ada.

For weeks, grief consumed him. But slowly, a bitter anger began to fester. Not just at himself, but at Ada. That smirk. That cold, calculated move. He’d been so focused on Y/N, on his own despair, that Ada had almost been forgotten. Almost. Then he heard things. Rumors filtering. Not only had Ada sent the video to Y/N, but she was bragging. Bragging that she had finally slept with Alec, the guy who had been unavailable, tied down by "miss perfect saint." The rage that boiled inside him was immediately blinding. Irrate didn't begin to cover it.

That was the turning point. Grief gave way to a stone-hard resolve, it scared him, honestly but….. She needed to pay.

He decided to text Ada, a lie that  repulsed him, but it was worth it. A lure. He acted casual, like the encounter hadn't been life-altering, hinting at a repeat. Pretending he was still interested.

Alec: Hey. Thinking about the other night. 

Ada: 😘 Oh really? 😉

 Alec: Yeah. U free sometime soon?

 Ada: Always for you, handsome. My place? Address is [Ada's Address]. Come by tonight?

A foolish mistake. She hadn't thought twice, hadn't suspected anything. Just the eager, self-satisfied response of someone who thought they held the upper hand. "What a foolish mistake," Alec thought, the engine of his car rumbling as he typed the address into his GPS. He didn't even bother changing out of the expensive suit he'd worn to a useless meeting. He drove. Fast.

Ada's POV

Ada preened in front of her mirror, a wicked grin twisting her lips. Alec. Finally within reach. After years of witnessing him practically worship Y/N, the opportune moment had arrived. And she'd seized it with both hands. Sending the video? A stroke of genius, even if she did say so herself. A blow to shatter their perfect little world.

She and Y/N went way back, to high school. Y/N probably didn't even remember, but Ada did. She'd watched, seething, as pretty little Y/N had everything handed to her on a silver platter. And for what? Her looks?Her naive, holier-than-thou virginity? It was pathetic. It was infuriating. And it was why Ada had decided to embrace the opposite.  By owning her sexuality, by becoming loose, she discovered a power. Men’s attention. That was always her trump card. She knew how to use it. Pleasuring them, manipulating them. The thought of "miss perfect saint" being dragged down, humiliated, was almost more satisfying than actually sleeping with Alec.

She heard Y/N had gone radio silent, a ghost in Alec's digital life. Blocked everywhere. Good. Let him writhe in misery. Let him realize he had been blinded by some ridiculous fantasy. Maybe now, just maybe, he'd see her. See the real woman, the one who knew how to give him what he really wanted.

She tugged at the hem of her crimson dress, too tight, too short, practically screaming for attention. Perfect. Alec liked looking, she knew it. The text he sent, asking to come over tonight, had been a sweet surprise. She'd been worried he'd be too busy drowning in self-pity, but apparently her "head" was much more of a pressing need for him. Men were predictable, she thought. Easily led by their dicks, and she was a goddamn expert at guiding them.

The doorbell buzzed, a sharp, impatient sound. A little rougher than she'd expected. She smoothed her dress one last time, plastering on her most seductive smile.

Alec stood on her doorstep, but something was off. The usual effortless charm, the easygoing grin, were gone. His green eyes were hard, almost icy. The red hair still caught the light, making him devastatingly handsome, but...there was a tension in his jaw.

"Alec," she purred, leaning against the doorframe. "To what do I owe this unexpected, but welcome pleasure? Did I make you wait too long ?"

He stepped past her without a word, ignoring her blatant flirtation. His gaze was unsettling. He wasn't looking at her body; he was looking through her, like he was searching for something she was desperately trying to hide.

"So," she said, pushing the door closed, the click loud at the sudden, heavy silence. She couldn't resist the urge to poke the bear, to see the reaction on his face. "Did Miss Perfect Saint finally dump you?"

His jaw clenched, a flicker of rage igniting in his eyes.

Alec's POV

Ada's smug question hit him like a sucker punch, but instead of reacting, instead of letting her see the pain he felt, he slammed down a mental barrier. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction. Not yet.

He forced a smile, a cold, brittle thing that didn't reach his eyes. "Something like that," he said, his voice a low rumble. He walked further into her apartment, his eyes scanning the cheap decor with deliberate disinterest. "Look, about that night..."

Ada’s face lit up, misinterpreting his casual tone. "Oh, yeah? Good. I was hoping for a repeat performance. I know you enjoyed it." She sashayed towards him, her hand reaching out to touch his arm.

He sidestepped her smoothly, evading her touch like a viper. "Actually," he said, keeping his voice deceptively calm, "I'm trying to understand... why? Why did you do this? Sending the video? She…she blocked me everywhere." He fixed her with a piercing stare. "What did you say to her? Or show her, besides the obvious?"

Ada cut him off, a cruel smile twisting her lips. "Oh, I didn’t have to say a word, handsome. The video spoke volumes." She laughed, a sharp, brittle sound that grated on his nerves. "Letting her see what she was missing. Or rather, what she was foolishly denying herself."

Alec clenched his fists, trying to keep his anger in check. "Why record it, Ada? And why send it to her, though? he said, he was in genuine disbelief.

Ada shrugged, feigning nonchalance, but her eyes glittered with malice. "Why not? She needed a reality check. Always acting so high and mighty, 'I'm waiting for marriage,' bullshit. Like sex is some kind of sacred gift only she can bestow? Please. It's just…sex. And you're hot. I wanted you. Simple."

"But sending the video..." Alec felt like a broken record, his mind racing. "Did you want to hurt her? Or just show off?"

Ada dropped the pretense of casualness. Her face contorted into a sneer, revealing the ugly truth beneath the surface. "And if I did? She deserved it." Her voice dripped with venom. "Miss Pretty. Oh, I'm so beautiful. I'm so pure. What a joke. She gets everything handed to her. The looks, the smarts, and you, Alec. You were untouchable because of her." She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "She made me sick. Always looking down her nose. Always perfect. Well, guess what? Not so perfect now, is she?" She laughed again, a triumphant, ugly sound.

Alec was gobsmacked and she was not done.

"Knowing you were inside me while she was off playing the virtuous maiden…" Ada paused, savoring her words. "Best feeling ever. And seeing her cut you off? Even better. Now you know she's not so saintly after all. She's petty and unforgiving."

Alec listened, his blood turning to ice, not from fear, but from the sheer depth of her hateful jealousy. It wasn't just about him. It was about Y/N. The full scope of her maliciousness settled over him, hardening his heart. He had suspected jealousy, but this…this was a festering wound, a consuming obsession that had driven her to this. The sheer, unadulterated spite was breathtaking in the most horrible way.

"You sent it to other people, too, didn't you?" Alec’s voice was flat, devoid of all emotion.

Ada faltered for a second, then puffed up, her eyes flashing with defiance. "Sure. Why not? Let everyone know I finally got you. Proves how much of a downgrade Y/N is to me."

That was the final straw. He had come here prepared to confront her, maybe yell. But hearing her confess her deep-seated hatred for Y/N, hearing her brag about trying to ruin them both, hearing her dismiss his precious Y/N and her feelings with such callous contempt…something snapped within him. All he felt toward Ada was a deep sense of revulsion.

He had money. A lot of money. He had connections. He had power that Ada couldn't possibly comprehend, power he usually kept hidden, preferring a low profile. But Ada had unleashed a monster. She had attacked the one sanctuary in his life, the one person he cherished above all else. She thought she could play games, ruin lives.

Not with him. Not when it came to Y/N.

He looked at Ada, her triumphant smirk fixed on her face, waiting for him to praise her, to fall into her trap. He felt nothing but profound disgust. She wasn't worth yelling at. She wasn't worth touching. She was a problem to be solved, a contaminant to be removed.

"Ada," he said, his voice still quiet, unnervingly calm. "You have no idea who you just messed with." before leaving her apartment.

He didn't physically harm her. Not in the way she might have expected. That would have been too messy, too crude. Alec didn't leave fingerprints. He used his power.

He spent the next forty-eight hours making calls. Cold, precise calls to people in the right places. He leveraged favors, opened wallets, pulled strings that few people even knew existed. Ada had a fledgling career in a certain industry; Alec ensured every door was slammed shut, every potential employer received anonymously sourced, utterly damning information. She had friends in certain circles; Alec made sure her name became poison. He bought up her outstanding debts at a premium and called them in immediately, relentlessly. 

He didn't threaten her directly after that initial conversation; he didn't need to. The consequences he unleashed were far more terrifying – a systematic dismantling of her life. Her apartment lease was suddenly terminated with nowhere else to go. Her car was repossessed. Bank accounts flagged and investigated for nebulous 'irregularities'. Every direction she turned, a wall went up, built with Alec's money and influence.

He made sure she became radioactive. Unemployable. Unwelcome. Her phone stopped ringing with anything but collection agencies and angry former contacts. The brag she sent out came back to haunt her as people distanced themselves from the toxicity he had manufactured around her. He didn't physically force her out of town, but within a week, the city she had been trying to thrive in became a hostile, impossible place for her to exist.

 He heard through one of his contacts that she'd been seen heading towards the bus station, bags in hand, looking utterly broken and alone. Ada had disappeared from his world, not with an obnoxious bang, but as an irritating flea that was properly exterminated.

It was over. Ada was gone. Her karma served.

But the triumph was hollow. Empty. Dealing with Ada had been a distraction, a temporary outlet from the searing pain in his soul. It hadn't healed the wound Y/N had left. It hadn't brought her back……. But then his pocket vibrated, he frowned before fishing it out of his pocket.

Don B. : We found her boss she's at The Inferno.

His mood quickly switched to hopeful, You were great at eluding him, so he enlisted help.

………..

Don B. :  But she’s with a man….

His breath hitched, and he thought he was beyond rage when it came to dealing Ada. 

But no…. 

He was positively livid. With a man?

Alec : Good work, be there in 10

[oizysian]

27 // Nun and demon // Corrupt

Summary: Sister Wanda gets a visitor.

Pairing: Nun!Wanda Maximoff x Demon!Fem!Reader

Warnings: corruption, cunnilingus

Word count: 845

Kinktober masterlist

“- Lead us not into temptation; but deliver us from evil -”

“Amen.” I growled over her shoulder, a low whisper that caused her to jump and scatter away.

She held onto her rosary and did the sign of the cross at the sight of me. I couldn’t blame her, I was quite terrifying. I stood at nearly seven feet tall, had horns, a mouthful of razor sharp teeth and a long tongue. Other than the horns, the height and my deep, dark eyes, I was relatively normal looking, I assumed.

“W-what are you?” She trembled and I smiled, showing off my pearly whites.

“I’m the answer to your prayers.”

She shook her head, cowering before me.

“I didn’t pray for a demon!”

“No, but you prayed for someone to understand,” I extended my hand to her, still smiling brightly. “And I understand you. More than you know.”

Her frightened gaze fell from my face to my hand, long fingers extended out to her, just waiting for her to give in.

“What do you know about me?” She challenged, and I took a step toward her, beginning to close the distance between us slowly.

“I know about your dreams, your fears,” I took another step closer. “Your sins.”

Her eyes shot up to meet mine, a different kind of fear present in her gaze now.

“Sins?”

I nodded.

“Your greatest sin. Your greatest desire,” I almost closed the distance between us, and she didn’t make a move to run or create more distance. “You want to be with another woman.”

Tears filled her eyes as she looked up at me.

“How do you know about that?” Her voice was small and I knew that I had won.

“I know everything about you.” I finally made a move to touch her and she didn’t flinch away.

I cupped her cheek and she let out a shuddering breath.

“I can make it happen. I’ll show you the pleasures of a woman; the pleasures of letting yourself go.”

She relaxed, but only slightly, as I continued to talk.

“Your desires are not a sin.”

“How can you say that?” She whimpered, tears falling down her pink stained cheeks.

“I know what classifies as a sin.” I closed the distance between us, bringing her close to me. “I can show you what you’ve been missing while worshiping this so-called God.”

I brought myself down to face her, her lower lip trembling with emotion.

“You’re weak, and that’s okay.” I stroked her cheek with my thumb. “There’s no shame in being weak when it comes to something you desire.”

I kissed her, mindful of my teeth, and it took her a moment before she responded. She was trembling, crying, afraid, but still willing to give in to fulfill her desires.

She moaned into my mouth and I let my tongue slip out, lapping at her lips and skin, greedily taking her all in. She paused in shock, but didn’t flee. Instead, I could smell her growing wetness, her curiosity about me getting the better of her.

She attempted to remove her robes, but I was impatient and I just tore them from her body, the garments falling to the floor in shreds.

I got down on my knees and let my tongue wrap around her breasts, her hardened buds were teased by my long and strong muscle.

“Oh, god!” She cried out, grabbing onto my shoulders as her legs began to shake.

The virgin nun was giving in so easily and it filled my dark heart with pleasure. I thought God’s soldiers were stronger than that.

I gripped her ass with my hands as my tongue explored her body, slipping and sliding down and around her curves and contours, until I made it to the apex of her milky thighs. She shuddered under my touch, my tongue licking a long strip up her slit, as my hands spread her cheeks. I was devouring her and she was made to be embraced.

I filled her up with my tongue, the sounds she was making sounded dirty even to me. Her innocence and purity fueled my fire as I fucked her. The cross around her neck dangling, forgotten, just as her God now was.

Sister Wanda Maximoff was corrupted now, soiled, dirty, and all mine.

Her hips jerked and her body trembled as pleasure overtook her. Her belly had a little bulge from how deep I was inside her, wanting to claim every inch of her earthly form.

“I’m … I feel …” she tried to speak, but her words were failing her as her first orgasm hit.

Her juices flowed like wine and I hungrily lapped them up, not letting a drop go to waste. She writhed above me and I held her up, keeping her steady as I moved to fuck her again.

She couldn’t stop me as I gave her orgasm after orgasm, pleasure on top of pleasure. She wouldn’t dream of stopping me. This was what she wanted all along - someone to corrupt her and turn her away from her calling.

[postmoe]

Lucifer Yandere Alphabet

Fandom: Obey Me Character: Lucifer Threat Level: 7.5

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A - Allure : What do they love about you? Physical and otherwise.

His favourite parts of your body are your mouth, hands and eyes. Your smile never fails to make his heart flutter, your hands are the seraphic instruments that you use to idolise him, and your eyes are windows to every emotion and thought you have; it's like reading into your mind and tasting your soul. You're smart, you don't have to be intellectually intelligent but you know when to back down and he can admire that about you. It makes you nicer to train.

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B - Buddies : Would they be willing to share you with someone else?

Outwardly he would deny it. However, he isn't going to keep you in solitude if it makes his brothers sad. He can endure the annoyance of sharing if it's for family, Simeon included. If it were with Diavolo, then he may make arrangements to stay at the castle more often, or bring you out to visit him any time he goes out. You might even get a co-parenting situation, where Lucifer gets you for a week and every second weekend, Diavolo taking the following week and weekend. Just be prepared for the back and forth of it:

"You can't just give the human cake for dinner because they asked for it."

"But it makes them so happy! See, this is why I'm the fun one~"

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C - Care : Are they prone to hurting you? Do they care if they do?

Yeah, he's not... He's not very good at leaving you bare of any marks. Bruises are the most common, just from him holding you tightly during intimacy of when he's overstimulated and angry. You're like his personal stress ball. If you ark up enough then he may go worse, letting you reel in the pain of a dislocation or making you bleed, but he wouldn't do it unless you pushed him that far or he's built up too much anger and you just happened to be the one to tip the scale.

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D - Delusion : How aware are they?

He knows he's not a partner as such, more like an owner with a pet. It's just hard when you're so weak and he knows what's best for you, he won't admit he's crazy though. It's just factual, you need someone to look after you and he is the obvious choice. He knows you don't like the way he governs your life, he does believe you will get used to it, though. Eventually.

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E - Effective : How effective is their kidnapping? When all's said and done, could you escape?

Nawr, you fucked. You'd be kept in the Devildom so in order to leave you'd have to find someone capable of doing that. Not a lot of people would be willing to against Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride himself. There's more benefit to helping him or not getting involved. If he's sharing you then it's likely one of the others will leave something unlocked, so you might get to run from the house. You wouldn't last long, though. He's one of the best with magic, so you'd need a lot of luck to get anywhere.

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F - Fisticuffs : Are they tolerant of you fighting back? What about precautions?

He can take a little verbal smack here and there, but if you actually try to fight against him then your attitude will be reprimanded quite quickly. Stop while it's still playful, go overboard and there will be consequences.

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G - Gatherer : Do they like to accumulate your things? What kind of items go missing?

He won't actively go snooping around in your room or anything, but if you leave something out then he'll go through it like it's his. He might pick up something you leave behind as well, like a hair tie on the table, or one of your cute rubbers you use at RAD. Then you might find them in his desk in his office, or on the bedside table in his room. The only reason he would actively search your room is if he's missing you while you're in the human world or there's something specifically troubling you that he should know and the answer might be within your possessions.

Otherwise, he has patience, he'll own everything of you soon enough.

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H - Hell : The worst thing possible to happen under their care?

Being forced to watch torture and losing a limb. If you make the mistake of using those hands to touch some lowlife and flirt and beg for their help then he will kill them painfully as an example to others - and he will cut your hands off and keep them in jars for him to admire and you to remember. It also means he gets more say in how things are done, he will brush your teeth the way he wants, cook your meals the way he wants, you don't even get to eat the next bite until you've chewed your food to his satisfaction.

Magical World Rules dictate that a powerful enough healer or sorcerer could fix your hands back to their nubs on your arms. You don't get to know that though, not right away. If you're extra good then he might think about healing you one of these decades.

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I - Introvert : Will you ever get to leave the house?

Yes, if you're a good human. Good humans get to come to parties and eat at nice restaurants. No socialising, though, and he'll choose everything you get to eat, or order for you if you're rewarded decision making.

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J - Jealousy : Are they prone to getting jealous? How easily?

"Don't be ridiculous." 100%. He's good at keeping it reeled in until private, though he will make it plain that you're taken. Arms around your waist are common, but PDA isn't his style unless you're being looked at. Not making out, just a deep, passionate kiss to show much you love him, how he owns you.

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K - Kill : Does killing come naturally to them? How easily would they do it?

He doesn't do it often. He doesn't bat an eye when he does, either. A nice night of clean torture and death is okay here and there but it's more an art or fine wine, you don't consume it all day every day.

Killing can get messy and that's just added stress he doesn't need. Unless he thinks they have overstepped their bounds by hellish distances, then he's okay with a quick beheading for trying to touch you. Public or private doesn't matter in those circumstances, the only ones capable of stopping him won't care either way.

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L - Lovey-Dovey : How suffocating are they? Do they give you space?

Lucifer isn't draped over you 24/7, however he does expect you to kneel beside him like a dog whenever you get the chance. If you're not following him around like a puppy then he gets a little deflated. During busy nights he likes when you sleep in the same room as him. During calmer nights then he enjoys it when you're by his feat or curled up on the couch beside him, a glass of high quality demonus in one hand, the record playing a cursed song, perhaps a book in the other hand. He wants you to go mad if you're away from him for too long, it feeds his ego.

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M - Masquerade : How different are they with others? Would anyone ever guess their true intentions?

No one would know he's decided to kidnap you until he's done it himself, he may not even guess because his pride is too drowning. He doesn't hide the way he treats you, you're treated a lot nicer than others if you're well behaved enough. But, he doesn't see the point in acting like some sweetheart boyfriend when it should be known by the three realms that you're his beautiful possession.

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N - Nobody else : Are they a 'one darling per yandere' kinda mindset?

Between you and Cerberus (*cough, Diavolo and his brothers too *cough*), he's not sure he really wants more responsibility. The only other 'darling' he could think of would be someone else that was already in his life. Consideration may be Simeon, he gets overprotective of him. Could be easier to have you both on a leash, oh, how pretty would that be~?

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O - Obsequious : Are you their divine? 50/50? Or do they want you to bow to them?

Lucifer laughs at this, eyes crinkling with genuine humour. He's not some heartless ruler, if you revere and fear him the way you should then you will get the life you deserve. His gentle kisses and driving you to pleasure may seem kind-hearted, but you better show your respect or all that can be taken away in half a heartbeat.

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P - Partnership : Do you get a say in things? Or do they run the show?

Nooooope. Down to the clothes you wear, he picks it all. You may think you want that jumper but the material is too scratchy and you'll just get irritated. How about you pick this dessert for a treat? He can be flexible and let you choose the flavour.

Occasionally you might pop out with something interesting and he'd be willing to give in, you just need the right place and right time for it.

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Q - Quacky : Do they lie to you a lot? Is it better to tell you the truth or keep some things hidden? How crazy are they?

If the truth is gruesome enough then he might say it. "The human world is going through a pandemic, people are dying, why would you go back?" He'll show pictures, too. But if it's something where the truth will cause more of a headache then he'd just lie to end the subject. "The event is already sold out, let's just stay home where it's quiet and safe."

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R - Red Flag : Any early signs that you should've been aware of?

Not out of the ordinary. You could pick and choose with hindsight on all you like, but he doesn't really act any differently then pre-possession Lucifer. He is THE demon of Pride, traits are bound to show no matter what.

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S - Suavity : Are they likeable? What's everyone's take on them, did you like them, too?

People either love him or hate him; most hate him. Demons are a resentful species and will judge and spit over anyone better than them - and ho, is Lucifer better than them! He's one of the most powerful in all three realms, his authority reigns supreme and far, he's hot and carries himself confidently. Even those who hate him wouldn't say no to getting fucked by him, let alone just getting to have a conversation with him.

You liked him, too. He is different with you and the brothers, caring and dare you say kind. Just sucks with how it's turned out.

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T - Touch : Let's talk sex, what's their favourite ways to fuck you?

Any position that let's him see your expression. The tears in your eyes, the way you go from reluctance to pleasure, it feeds him. Spreading you open and facing a mirror works, or bending you in half to wedge his cock nice and deep. Anatomy or not, he's confident he will breed you to paralysis. If you can walk the next day without limping, or look in the mirror with no mark on you, then he's failed as your caretaker.

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U - Urgent : How long will they wait until they pounce?

No longer than two years. It's most likely one year or less, when he's sure he wants you then it might take a week to confirm everything and take control from there. If you're nonethewiser then he could go about it slowly, however, if you do something unbearably stupid, like accept a date from another demon or creature, then he'll just shut you down immediately.

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V - Victory : What's the likelihood of you giving in?

High. He has a firm hand and likes the human saying, 'Don't bite the hand that feeds you'. With enough training, isolation, punishment and rewards, you're bound to fall into a rhythm he likes. Thankfully, humans aren't resilient creatures, not like immortals, so it's not like it'll take decades or centuries to crack you in.

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W - Weakness : How to exploit them...?

Behave. Yes, buttering up to his pride kink will definitely win you points, but he is going to reward good behaviour without a doubt so if you want to get anywhere with him, well then, you better start learning how to sit, shake and roll over.

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X - Xanadu : What's your living space like?

Exquisite. You're always comfortable, the temperature is adjusted more to your liking than to his, you have a lot of things to keep you busy and entertained. Lucifer may enjoy adding a chain to your ankle, or a pretty collar around your throat, but that's more for his delight than yours.

Just remember, he can easily put you in worse environments.

.

Y - Yikes... They loved you too hard. Would they kill you?

Not unless it was part of some ritual to make you immortal or something. If you can't get out of your mortality, then he may find it romantic to end your life with his own hands, but it wouldn't be a painful process. You couldn't anger him enough to kill you, though, even if he threatens he would every other week.

.

Z - Zeus : What's the one thing you should never do, what will bring the thunder?

Look at anyone else outside of his circle with adoration. He can understand if Diavolo or someone did something cool, you're feeble, human mind being blown away by it, but if you think someone else is allowed to have your devotion then you royally fucked up. This lesser demon, who runs a shelter for hurt animals, who smiles with faux kindness and reaches for your hand to shake-

Pathetic. If someone like that is your standard, holy heck are you getting a rough education to follow.

[meixstar]

WORKING OUT WITH NANAMI PLEASE!

❥ Synopsis You want to get stronger? Nanami might just be the best person to help you with that.

❥ Pairing Nanami Kento x fem!reader

❥ Content explicit content! 18+, Minors DNI, foul language, working out afab!reader, teacher!reader, dom!Nanami, unprotected sex, Nanami is kinda mean, creampie, implied mutual pining, masturbation (m! receiving), vaginal sex, clitoral play, slight breeding kink, slight hate fucking at first, pet names (pretty girl, darling) dirty talk, fingering, oral (f! receiving), Nanami loves eating possay, doggy style, missionary, aftercare, Nanami being a gentleman, kissing/making out, praise, degredation if you squint, ripping clothes, teasing, porn with plot

❥ Word Count 3.4k

❥ A/N HELP THIS IS MY FIRST SMUT I'M SORRY IF IT SUCKS I'M REALLY EMBARRASSED RN BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT Anway I have no idea about working out and how to write it?? so I hope this was okay and doesn't suck too bad c: Thank you for your request!

PS i'm sorry if the requests are taking too long :( i'm not really used to writing this much lolol but i plan on doing them all, and I'm really excited about SatoSugu fluff that someone requested :D

!NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

Sweating It Out

"Faster. If you want to land a critical hit on your opponent, you have to charge at them like you mean it." Nanami's voice echoes through the courtyard of the school.

"Search for their weak point," He tightens the tie around his neck as he steps closer to her body on the ground. "You need to work on your form and condition." a quiet sigh leaves his lips as he helps her up from the floor in one swift motion.

You brush the dirt off your sports clothes and look up at him with a slight pout. "Easy for you to say," the back of your hand wipes across your cheek to get rid of the remaining grime. "I don't even know how I got this job in the first place." a soft chuckle escapes you.

A hint of amusement flickers across his stoic face. "Modesty becomes you. You're better than you think." his eyes scan your face for a moment. "We've still got a lot of work to do if you want to improve those reflexes of yours. If you're comfortable with it, I would help you do some simple work out back at my apartment." he gestures towards the parking lot, where his car is waiting.

"And by work, I mean actual physical exercise, not just tossing around excuses." Nanami remarks smugly, making your lips part in surprise. "Wha- I'm not 'tossing around excuses', thank you very much." The audacity of this stupid, attractive man. You let out a playful huff and fix your hair. "Although I do find it rather surprising that you would invite me to your place."

Nanami chuckles, the low sound and smooth "Formalities aside, I'm willing to make an exception for you. After all, someone needs to whip you into shape." his gaze lingers on hers, a subtle spark of attraction evident beneath the surface. "Shall we?" without waiting for an answer he starts walking towards his car.

"Hey, I would say I'm in pretty good shape.. physically wise." you remark teasingly with a soft chuckle as you follow him towards his car.

You get greeted with the sight of a raised, skeptical eyebrow from him. "Is that so? Then perhaps we'll focus on refining your technique instead. You can't rely solely on brute force. Strategy and finesse are just as crucial." he opens the passenger door for her, his movements fluid and courteous. "Besides, I have a few.. exercises in mind that might put your physical prowess to the test." Nanami's tone remains formal, but a hint of suggestiveness creeps into his words.

"Great, can't wait.." you groan in exhaustion, not noticing his suggestive hint. Your head rests against the window of his car while you wait for the arrival to his apartment. Trees, pedestrians and other cars move by in a blur as you look out the clean window.

His eyes glance at her briefly, a fleeting glimpse of amusement crossing his features before focusing back on the road ahead. "I suppose you should conserve your energy then. We'll be getting started shortly." Nanami's voice remains steady, betraying no emotion, but his grip on the steering wheel tightens ever so slightly as he accelerates onto the highway.

He emerges from the driver's side, his suit jacket fluttering open to reveal his crisp blue shirt underneath. "Please, come in." his hand gestures towards the entrance as he leads the way inside to his apartment. "We will start with some stretching exercises. I have a few routines that will help improve flexibility and balance." his tone remains professional, but his gaze lingers on her for a fraction of a second longer than necessary.

"In that?" you point towards his clothes. "Scratch that actually, I'm the only one doing this, aren't I?" a sigh escapes you. You put down your bag on the floor and stretch your arms above your head.

Nanami pauses, one hand resting on the doorknob as he turns to regard you. "Ah, good point. Don't worry, I will change into something more suitable and join you." his gaze travels down her form, lingering on her curves before snapping back up to meet her gaze. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back." With a brief nod, he disapears into the bedroom, leaving you alone in the living room.

So here you were, alone in the apartment of your colleague who you have been crushing on for a year now. Totally fine, right?

You slap both palms of your hands against your cheeks and shake your head. Trying to distract yourself, you walk around his living room, taking in the minimal decorations. Your head turns towards his bedroom door as he re-emerges from the room, now clad in some sweatpants and a tight fitted shirt, showcasing his toned physique.

"Now then, shall we begin with some light cardio to loosen up your muscles?" his tone remains formal, yet a hint of anticipation underlies his words as he approaches her, his eyes locked on hers. "Alright, but don't be too hard on me - again." you chuckle and wait for his instructions.

"I assure you, I will push you to your limits but not beyond. Now, let's start with some jumping jacks. Twenty reps, please." he stands with his arms crossed, watching her every move with an air of authority, my gaze scrutinizing her form.

"Ah.. seriously? Isn't that like some high school stuff though?" you sigh and get into position as you start doing jumping jacks. His expression remains stern, unyielding to your protests. "High school or not, it's essential to build a solid foundation. You'd be surprised how many experienced practitioners neglect the basics. Focus on your form, and don't slacken your pace," he takes a step closer, his eyes narrowing slightly as he monitors your performance. "Focus on my form? With jumping jacks? Okay then.."

Nanami observes her movements, his sructiny unwavering. "Not bad. However, I detect a slight imbalance in your landing. Remember to distribute your weight evenly between both legs. And keep your core engaged." his voice remains firm, yet measured, as he provides constructive feedback. "Yeah, yeah.." you answer and keep your lips pressed into a thin line.

"I suggest you adopt a more receptive attitude. This isn't a trivial matter. Proper form is crucial to avoiding injuries and optimizing performance. Try again, and this time, heed my corrections."

"Why do I feel like a student all over again?" you sigh in slight annoyance and stop your jumping jacks. "Fine, fine."

He gives you a curt nod, acknowledging your efforts. "Better. Much better. Your posture has improved, and your footwork is more precise. Not, let's move on to the next exercise. We'll focus on building your strength now." he gestures towards the adjacent room, where various pieces of equipment are set up. "Please proceed to the pull-up bar. I'll demonstrate the proper technique."

You glance around the room, taking in various fitness gadgets in surprise. "Wow, Nanami.. didn't expect you to be that type of man. You know, the type who is so obsessed with working out." you let out a playful hum.

"This is not about personal indulgences. A well-equipped training area is essential for optimal results." he leads the way to the pull-up bar, his movements efficient and purposeful. "Now, pay attention. The key to a successful pull-up lies in engaging your latissimus dorsi muscles," Nanami begins to demonstrate the correct form, his words punctuated by precise motions.

"My what now?" you mumble to yourself in utter confusion. Your gaze drifts towards his working form, hungry eyes lingering on the veins popping out on his forearms every time he pulls himself up. Just then he halts mid-pull-up, his eyes locking onto yours with a faint glint of amusement flickering within. "Latissimus dorsi. The largest muscle in your back. Focus, please."

He releases the bar, dropping back down on the ground with ease. With a scoff you cross your arms over your chest, "Whatever, let me give it a go, Mr. Know It All." you joke lightly and grab onto the pull-up bar before lifting yourself up slowly. Nanami stand back, observing your form with a discerning eye. "You're managing to engage your lats somewhat, However, your grip could be wider, and your body straighter. Allow me to assist."

Nanami approaches her, his big hands closing around her waist as he adjusts her position, his fingers splayed wide. "Feel the stretch in your back, and maintain control throughout the movement." his voice stays calm, but the intimate proximity of your bodies sends a spark of pleasure shooting through his body. At the same time you bite down on the inside of your cheek as his strong hands grab you.

You feel grateful that your back is turned towards him, this way he can't see your cheeks turning a soft pink. "Aren't you straightforward?" you chuckle.

Ignoring your words, Nanami's grip on your waist tightens ever so slightly, his fingers pressing into your skin ever so slightly. "Focus on your form. One more rep, please."

"Yes, Sir." an innocent hum leaves you as you begin to pull your body back up the pull-up bar, letting out soft breaths now and then.

His fingers seem to linger on her skin for a moment before releasing her. "Proceed to the mat. We will work on some grappling techniques." With a soft thud, you let yourself go from the gadget. "Grappling? So you can kick my ass again? Just what I want," she sighs and takes her place on the mat.

"Grappling is an essential aspect. You can't always count on your cursed technique. It requires strategy, agility, and control. Let us focus on some basic escapes and submissions." he assumes a neutral stance opposite her. "Let's begin with a simple wrist lock escape. Observe closely, and replicate my movements precisely." he extends his arm, offering her his wrist.

"Bla bla." you abruptly grab his wrist and twist it to push him down onto the mat with a controlled thud "Easy," a satisfied smile forms on your face. "Good initiative, but poor execution. You relied on brute force rather than technique." he pulls himself out of your grasp and rises to his feet, brushing off imaginary dirt from his clothes. "Again."

"This sucks.." you sigh and run a hand down your face in frustration. "Can't we do something fun instead? Like, fuck I don't know, chess. Would be way more fun than this." you grimace before grabbing his wrist once more to push him down and lower your body to sit on his back to hold him down.

Nanami remains composed, unfazed by her antics, as he lies beneath her, his wrists still clasped in her grasp. "You can have fun some other time." his tone maintains its formal quality, despite the unusual position they find themselves in. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I believe we've digressed sufficiently. Let's refocus on the task at hand. Release my wrist." he issues the command calmly.

You glance down at the side of his face with a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Hm.. no." You feel his body tense beneath you, his muscles coiling in anticipation. "I see. It appears you're blurring the lines between playful banter and actual combat. I suggest you clarify your intentions."

"You could just roll over and pin me down with ease, Nanami.. Why haven't you done it yet if you are oh so irritated about my antics?" you tease him softly and lean your head closer towards his ear.

In just a moment his body is springing into action as he swiftly flips them over, pinning her beneath him. "Satisfied? Now, shall we resume the lesson, or would you prefer to continue exploring.. other avenues?"

You feel your body growing hot under his intense gaze, "Other avenues? Please, do tell." you wrap one leg around his waist to pull him closer, feeling his growing hardness press against your inner thigh making him grit his teeth ever so slightly.

"Hm, it seems you require a demonstration of the consequences of testing boundaries." he leans closer, his lips inches from yours. This is no longer a lesson for combat, but a display of discipline."

"Aren't you tough? All bark and no bit-" your taunts gets silenced as he claims your mouth in a firm kiss. Out of instinct, your press your chest further into his, deepening the kiss in the process. A soft moan of desperation leaves your mouth that gets swallowed by his own.

Nanami's tongue probes the depths of her mouth, his long fingers maintaining a firm grip on her waist and wrists. He breaks away from the kiss, his breathing heavy. "Now, shall we proceed to the next stage of this.. lesson?" he rocks his hips into hers, eliciting a quiet gasp from her. "Cut the teacher crap, Nanami." she breathes out hotly against his wet lips. "As you wish, but you will receive exactly what you're asking for." With that, he sweeps her up in his arms, carrying her towards the bedroom.

He deposits her on the bed, his tall form towering over her as he looks down at her flushed and desperate expression. "Undress. Now." his tone brooks no argument, as he begins to shed his own clothes with deliberate slowness.

Her eyes wander over his now exposed body, lingering on his cock that leaks with pre-cum already. Out of reflex, she runs her tongue over her kiss-bruised lips, making him flex his fists for a moment. "Mh.. I don't wanna," she bites back a smirk.

"Very well. If you insist on playing games, I will play too." With a swift motion, he reaches out and rips the shirt open, baring her torso to his hungry gaze. "What the fuck! I loved that shirt, aw." she pouts up at him with furrowed brows before glancing back at the now broken fabric on the floor.

Nanami raises an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I'll buy you a new one, and also.. no bra? Naughty girl. Must have slipped my sight." he remarks, his gaze roving over her bared skin, eyes lingering on her perky nipples exposed to the cool air in the room. "Now, will you take off the rest of your clothes? Or should I do it for yo-"

"No, I'll do it myself this time." you scoff lightly and stand up to pull your leggings down, seeing Nanami's eyes following your every move. "Fuck.." you hear him mutter to himself - and god, was it hot to see him loose his composure. "Turn around and bend over, let me see all of you, pretty girl." A pleased hum escapes your lips as you do just that. You bend down over his bed, the soft sheets brushing against your skin, and the smell of him filling your nostrils.

"Mmh.. you know exactly how to tease me, don't you?" Nanami reaches out, his hand reaching out to run over the contour of her ass, the touch feather-light, while his other hand reaches down to stroke himself slowly. "Look at you," he whispers, his breath caressing the skin just above the waistband of her panties. "I can already see how wet you are. Is that because of me? Hm, pretty girl?"

You only manage to get out a weak nod accompanied by a soft whimper as he lets out a throaty chuckle. His fingers hook into the waistband and slowly peels her panties down, revealing her soaking pussy to his eyes. He settles onto his knees on the floor behind her. "Been craving your pussy so often, gosh.." he moans softly as he keeps his gaze fixated on your entrance while fisting his own arousal.

With a glance behind you, you see the scene unfold with hooded eyes. Just that alone makes your pussy clench around nothing. "Nanami.. don't tease me, please."

"I won't.. fuck, I won't." he breathes against your wetness, making you shiver before his tongue slides into the slick folds of your pussy. "Mmh, pussy tastes even better than I imagined." You stuff your face into his sheets as you feel his hot tongue run through your folds. "Oh god- hah,"

His hand leaves his cock, solely focusing on her pleasure as he holds her hips in place. "You like that? You like my tongue inside you, licking your sweet little cunt?" his voice muffled against her flesh, as he works her into a frenzy while his own hips desperately buck against his bed to relieve some tension. "Ohh, fuck.. Your tongue feels so fucking good!" she sobs into the fabric of the bed.

"Come for me, pretty girl. Come all over my face." he let's out a soft groan as he redoubles his efforts, desperate to drive her towards orgasm as he slowly enters two fingers inside her pulsing cunt.

She desperately pushes back against him, needing more. "Hah.. Nanami, please- fuck me already." His eyes flash in excitement, ceasing his oral assault as he stands back up to his full height. His angry red tip glistens with pre-cum, his hands running along her cheeks. "Turn around for me. I want to see your pretty face when you come."

And you do just that, laying down on your back as you glance up at him. He gently grabs your ankles and pulls you towards him as he lines his hard cock up at your entrance, poised to thrust deep. You impatiently wiggle your hips, wanting him to finally take you. You've been waiting for a whole year, after all. So if he doesn't start fucking you right this inst-

"Hah!" You throw your head back with a high-pitched moan as he slowly thrusts forward, his cock sinking deep into your pussy, filling you to the brim as he groans in satisfaction. "Fuck.. so hot." he mutters, hips drawing back before plunging forward once more, setting a slow yet deep pace. "Is this what you wanted? That I fuck you?" he grunts, his strokes growing more frenzied, his cock throbbing inside you.

The only thing that you can do is grip the sheets beside you and hide your flushed, pathetic face in them, frantically trying to hide your arousal.

His chest presses against hers as he leans forward, his arm wrapping around her waist to hold her in place. "Don't hide from me, Darling. Look at me." he demands, voice rough with exertion as he continues pounding into her. "Watch me as I make you come," his other hand snakes around to grasp her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze as he himself drives towards climax.

Her eyes are unfocused as she gazes up at him, her mouth falling open as he fucks into her deep. "Oh f-fuck.. ngh, your cock feels so good!" she bites down on her bottom lip, his balls slapping against her ass cheeks with every thrust.

"You're going to take every last drop of my cum. You're going to milk me dry and beg for more, aren't you?" he coos into her ear. "I'm going to fill you so full of cum you will be dripping with it for hours.." his hand let's go of your chin, reaching down to rub your swollen clit in slow circles with the pad of his thumb. "I can feel you clenching.. are you close? Want you to come all over my cock, can you do that for me?"

Without even giving it a thought, your toes curl and your back arches up into him as your orgasm washes over you with a loud whine. Nanami hisses when your pussy tightens up. His cock surges deep one final time before erupting in a torrent of cum, flooding your hole with his seed.

He collapses forward, his chest heaving with exhaustion as he wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close.

You both lay there for a few minutes, catching your breaths. You feel him slowly pull out of you, making you both let out a soft gasp. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?" his thumb runs over your cheeks, his gaze never leaving yours. "I hope I wasn't too rough-"

You interrupt him with a kiss, this one far more gentle than the others. "I'm fine, it was perfect. But.. you can make it up to me with dinner?" you glance away nervously, scared of rejection after what just happened.

What if he only saw this as a one time thing? You did rile him up quite a bit, maybe that was just him being a man. But is Nanami really that kind of man? Perhaps he doesn't even like you and this was hate sex? Plus, you both are colleagues. That would be really unprofessio-

"Of course, is there a specific place you would like to eat at?"

Oh.

♡ fanart from @ilameys on twitter ♡

♡ divider by @benkeibear ♡

[vulpixisananimal]

[A: 6 C: 95] - HOLE IN MY HEART

[Small feat of characters from @neoncityrain @lavender-tea-dragon and @fungal--wastes]

[BIG TW FOR: Graphic depictions of gore and violence. Eye strain. Ear straining noises.]

(Once upon a time, there was an island.)

(An island with people, culture, clothes, food, literature, history.)

(Until there wasn't.)

(You stumble through the town of Bambouche. Body weak, eyes wet, and throat bloody. Fire spreads through every limb, but you take step after step. You breathe in, and out, the warm white cloak shielding you from the cold.)

(You stand in front of the fence, you undo the latch to the gate, you walk up to the small shack.)

(A wish is a mix of willpower and ritual. You had the willpower, but a ritual. . ?)

(Once upon a time, there was a king.)

(A king who cried endlessly, who froze a country in time, who longed for a home that no longer existed.)

(Until there wasn't.)

(You open the door, slowly. You couldn't wake them up now, could you. You didn't want to disturb them. Sneaking around in the dead of night as you were, you'd cause a scene. You tiptoe, stepping around Nille, sleeping on the floor. Bonnie, wrapped in blankets. You walk past Mirabelle on the couch. You sneak past the door where behind Odile slept. You walk until you're at a door at the back of the house.)

(You pause at the door.)

(There’s folding cranes, there’s blowing into leaves, but. . . No. That won’t do.)

(Once upon a time, there was a couple.)

(A couple who loved each other. Who would die for each other. Who saved the other from a lifetime of decrepit narcissism. Who in turn saved the other from willful self destruction.)

(Until. There. Wasn't.)

(You open the door. A bedroom. Isabeau and Ramos, sleeping on the floor. And on the bed, your prize.)

(A fallen star, the brighter the better. The closer the better. The strongest, most impossible wishing ritual in history.)

(You grab the dagger on the side table. You loom over the sleeping rogue.)

(You needed a star, and, as luck would have it, you knew where to find one! You raise the knife, and-)

{What if you’re wrong.}

(. . . . . If. . . If you’re wrong? You hesitate. If you’re wrong, you’ll have killed them for nothing. Blood will be on your hands, and the only person who could have helped you would be dead. Permanently. There would be no time looping, there would be no second chances.)

(But, this is the only chance you have, and so what point is there to a second chance? No. This is your only option)

(Siffrins eye springs open as your hand clamps over their mouth. He's too slow. In a swift motion, you plunged the dagger into their chest, and your mind delved into theirs.)

(In a blink, you’re in that headspace. A tree looming above you, with endless stars beyond that. Below you, sitting at the base of the tree, was Siffrin with your sword through his chest. Hello, Siffrin. You yank your sword back out.)

(You cough up blood, w-what-- P-Perci?!? He’s, h-he’s standing in front of you, sword bloody. He looks different than before, his university uniform was in peak condition, not a wrinkle, not a hair out of place. The hundreds of scars on his body were bleeding, but he didn’t seem to have a care in the world! H-he was, smiling! Wh, w-what, why--)

(You have something I need. You step on their arm and lean down, putting a hand to their. . . . They. . . They. Don’t. Have. It. You don’t have it, then who has it.)

(W-wha, h-have, have what-!)

(LIAR!!! You kick them in the ribs. No, not a liar, oblivious. Then you’ll just have to tear this mind apart piece by piece to find it-)

[[S-STARDUST!!! You jump from your tree, aiming to land right on that stupid blinding invader, what did you DO!!!!]]

(There they are. You sidestep the attack easily, before riposting, striking the star in the arm. Tell me, Loop, do you have it?)

[[STARS- Have, have WHAT!!! You glare at him, clutching your shoulder.]]

[<BAD. DANGER. BAD!!! HEART LUNGS LIVER NERVES OUR HEART OUR HEART I-IT’S, IT’S-- >]

(The strange void of a bird was like an apparition around Loop. Subsystem. Kyros, how good to see you. So, do you know if YOU have it?)

[<N-NONONONO!!!>]

<You don’t hesitate and swing- PERCIVAL!!>

(Ah. Old friend. You block the sword swipe. You are looking quite well, you know. So, do YOU have it? You always have been privy to your own time, not the time of others.)

<You jump back and swipe again, whatever you want, we don’t have it.>

(You bend around the sword swipe like a snake, body contorting in ways it could never in the real world. Don’t be silly, Null, I’ll find out who does. You step forward into the waves of sea grass, then dash at him and strike.)

<Block, try and push him AWAY!>

{You strike, your movements a blurr.}

(You catch the blade with a sword and glare at the sadness. Haa, hahaaa. What about you, Mal? Do you have it?)

{You move past him, somethings wrong.}

<No TIME for that! You rush to the side, flank him, swipe!>

(Ha. You fall backwards into the sea grass.)

[[BLINDING-]]

(You strike the sadness from behind, and throw a hand of your inky craft at the soldier. Ametures.)

(G-get your heads stright!!! It’s, s-stars-)

<We’ve rarely truly fought in our own head. You shrug off the sting and keep low.>

+W-WHAT IN THE DEEPEST VOID IS GOING ON?!?!!+

(Aha! Memory keeper. You rush forward and reach out a hand.)

[(NO!!!! You take over, and dive into Rosmarinus. The blinding Historians blade cuts into your side, but the two of you tumble into the grass. S-stars-)]

(Annoying thing, you raise-)

|You slash at him with your claymore. He stumbles back, but shrugs off the blow like it was, was nothing!!!|

(Hello, King.)

|I AM NOT-|

{Die.}

(You twist your spine on the spot fast enough to catch the sadness at your back. You jump above Nulls strike next, and slash down at them both.)

{--!!}

<Gh- you stumble back, bastard!>

(Here you stand, in a field of grass. You breathe, as you always have, feeling the pulsing heart in your hand. Siffrin lay bleeding at the tree, Mal and Null both coming to your sides to strike. Asterion stands vigilant against you, protecting Saffron and Rosmarinus. HA! Even the cat crawled out of hiding! All scared and trying to look tough to scare you off.)

=G-GO AWAY!!!=

+Y-you try and keep Socks by your side, stop nya from attacking Perci. L-let them, fight, he’s, stars he’s dangerous!+

[(HE WILL NOT. HURT. YOU!!!)]

[<H-heart, lungs-- >]

(You can feel them collapsing already. Just give up, let me search for what I want.)

<Never. You dive at him and swipe as fast as your hand will allow. You won’t leave here in one piece!>

(No, I will. You block his sword swipe, and slash with your dark craft.)

<That’s nothing! You swing at. At. A-at.>

+N-NO!!!+

[(THAT’S FAKE, IDIOT!!!)]

|AH! NO!!|

(You slash him across the chest. Ha, it took a while, but you finally got through all that armor. . . Typical. Stupid idiotic heroes playing checkers while you play chess. Who knew that the thing to distract him and break his will was just a little girl.)

{You lunge.}

(Attacking me, are we? How very like you! You stand your ground, go on then!)

{You kill, you stab, you will kill him. You WILL!!!}

{. . .}

(Ha, it tingles.)

{Wh, what-}

(Blood, do I have to spell it out? You work on rules of the mind. And you are homesickness personified. What can you do against someone with no home to miss?)

{That’s, not-}

(You cut it in half.)

|NO!!!!!!!|

(M-mal--)

(You hear screams from the others as you step forward, dragging your swords through the sand as you approach Asterion. Silver. Didn't you know my swords have silver? Ha, no of course you don't. It never comes up in conversation, but silver banishes ghosts doesn't it? In tall tales at least.)

(Why. . . W-why, why are you doing this!?)

(. . .)

|He’s stopped moving towards you, but you don’t let your guard up.|

(. . . The mind tries to fill in the blanks, Siffrin. It tries to make things fit! If there’s a hole in reality, in logic, in what is to be, the mind will craft all sorts of fantasies to explain it away. It’ll spew reasons to why, that it never happened, that you were asleep, that you don’t know what you’re talking about. It will even try to make false memories just to make. Things. Fit.)

(And here I am! With a hole in my heart that cannot be filled by any fantasy my imagination could conceive! I can’t trust any guess I make, any action not imagined, any truth not clouded in ignorance!)

(All I know is that on my right ear I have an earring. I made this earring, a pair of this earring. I gave one away, and got one in turn; a bonding earring. I know I cannot remember what hangs from my left ear. All I know is that it’s lighter than my right. That it was given to me by someone I love. That I will never, ever take it off.)

(And I know, that no matter what I do. . . . . . . . . .)

(I. CAN’T. REMEMBER. THEIR. FACE!!!)

=!!!!!!!!!!!=

|SIFFRIN!!!!|

+WHWHAAHAA---+

(Ha. . . Ha. . . .)

(Finally. They finally stopped talking. You yank your sword back from inside Siffrins mouth and wipe it on your sleeve. Now. You turn to the remainder, surrender your mind, or die.)

|. . . . I, refuse.|

+A-Asterion. . .+

(You rush forward and clash your sword against his. You swing in with your second.)

|You block with your arm, and the shackle on your wrist keeps the blade from hitting your skin. You need to leave, Perci! T-there, there’s nothing in this place for you!|

(Ah King, still the villain pretending to be a hero. You’re trying to stop me, stop me from reaching someone lost to the wind! Give up, you lost once already.) 

|H-he swings again! Both swords in the same strike! You hold your sword in defiance--|

(It shatters under your weight. Give up.)

|N-no!!! You hold up your arms, I, I won’t let you-|

(You slice through the ‘armor’ of the metal cuffs. His face. . . It’s priceless.)

|. . . P-perci-|

(You slash at him again. . . He falls to his knees, then, to the floor.)

+N-nn-no--+

(His head follows a few seconds later. Now, are you ready to surrender?)

[(You get up. Y-you’re, NOT. GOING TO HURT THEM!!!)]

[[OUT!!!]]

[<N-NONONONONO!!!>]

+. . . . Saffron, stop. Please.+

[(NO!!! I can’t let him hurt you I can’t let him hurt you I CAN’T LET HIM!!!)]

+SAFFRON!!!+

[(. . .)]

+W-we’ve lost, okay? Just, j-just let him. I’ll, I’ll be okay and, and, you won’t get hurt.+

+. . . Right?+

(. . . . . . . .)

+. . . . . Okay. You, y-you hug Saffron, and, give them a kiss.+

[(!!!!?!?!?!!?!)]

(. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . You sigh.)

+Sorry. Just. . . T-take what you need.+

(You wordlessly reach out and grab them-)

+You’re standing in front of the favor tree. It’s finally over, two coins in your pocket, Loop is gone, but the star is there, laying on the ground. You kneel down, pick it up, put it to your mouth, and. . .+

(. . . Hah. You let her go and push her away. Of course. That’s where it is. You turn to Saffron.)

+W-wait, WAIT!!! NO!!! You, use [Memory Of-+

(You spin and slash across their chest.)

[(NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! YOU LEAP AT HIM. MUST. KILL. HIM!!!)]

(You grab Saffron out of his sloppy leap by the throat. All that bravado gone in an instant. Haaaa. . . This explains so, so much about you. And yet, you don’t care. You don’t care at all. All you know is that- Oh?)

=A-ah-=

(Hello, Socks. The cat, standing on two legs and holding that child's toy of a dagger. Trying to act brave? Come on, I’ll skin you next.)

=. . . . . . .=

[S-so, sssoo,,c,,, cks,--,]

=. . . . Y-you, you. . . .=

[,,h,, ,a,-- hh,el, p----]

=. . . . . . . . . You ran away.=

(. . . Coward. COWARD!!! At least pretend to care about your friends! You throw Saffron to the side and start storming towards where the blooded feline went. Socks, soooooocks~)

=N-NONONO PLEASE NO PLEASE NO!!! You run through the sea grass, you, n-need to get away get away away away AWAY AWAY!!! PLEASE!!! Y-YOU’RE, P-PLEASE, SAFFRON I’M SORRY I, I-I-=

(Swish~)

=AH!!! A blade reaped through the grass right over your head! NONONO!!! Water, wet? O-on your head?!? T-that’s, that’sblood, that’sbloodthat’sbloodthat’sbloodthat’sblo=

(Swosh~)

=AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHITHURTSHURTS!!!!! B-BEHIND, SWORD, BEHIND YOU AND--- Y-YOUR, TAIL- N-NONONONONONONO!!!! P-PLEASE NO NO---=

=PL  -      E A    =

(You put the beast out of its misery.)

(Ha. . . . Ha. . . . . You get up, bloody, and walk back to your prize.)

{Was it worth it?}

(. . .)

{KIlling an innocent little thing. For catharsis? Was it worth it?}

(. . . Yes. It was. Your rage fueled your footsteps as you grabbed the star trying to crawl away. Because I know this is also entirely your fault.)

[. . . P-per. . .]

(I reached out. They reached out. You know they did, you know it in your heart just as much as I know I love them. And yet you spit in the face of the person I loved, then while trying to apologize you stabbed them in the back!)

[D-diddn’t. . . . Want. . .]

(To hurt me? Hurt us?!? Please, you just want to be a hero again. To be loved again. To be “useful”, and so you rather turn us into villains instead of opening up your heart. You’re less than human. You’re less than monsters, than sadness, then even those who gave me my scars. Even nothing has some good in it, because at least nothing doesn’t plot to slit your throat.)

(You’re. A fraud.)

[. . . . . .]

(You plunge your hand into their chest.)

(You rip the heart out of their chest without a drop of blood spilling onto the bed. It's still beating despite the damage. Ha, oh Kyros you really are a miracle worker~ Your nerves are ablaze as you push your craft into it in the act of keeping it alive. You had time, but not much. You grab the dagger and hold it to the heart. . .)

(. . . Please. . . . Please work. Please work. Please work. You carve into the heart.)

(As the blade pierces the main cavity, light fills the room. You were right, no, they were right. Whoever they were, they were right! They were RIGHT!!! For the first time that night, a true smile lights your face as you reach into the heart.)

“Wh. . . What’s, what’s going on? Siffrin?”

(Your own heart starts pumping faster. That defender, Isabeau, he’s getting up! You reach in, and grab the burning ball of light. Your hands, they’re on fire, THEY’RE- N-Not! Burning! HAHA! You feel fire, but no heat! You let the heart drop back into its place. This is it. This is your only chance. This is your lifeline.)

[kawaiipeacemusic]

Just imagine this....

A/N: this may or may not be completely self-indulgent, but whatever. I also didnt know whether to write this in first or thrid person pov soooo yeah! enjoy!

The room was peaceful, the soft hum of the television filling the space as they lay sprawled across the couch, completely at ease. Their limbs were loose, their breathing steady, and the warmth of the blanket draped over them only added to their relaxed state. It was one of those rare moments of pure comfort, the kind where time seemed to slow down.

They didn’t notice the way the cushions dipped beside them, nor the quiet shift of movement creeping closer. A presence loomed just within reach, patient… waiting.

Then, without warning, a single fingertip traced along their side.

A sharp breath hitched in their throat, their entire body tensing instinctively. It wasn’t much—just the lightest, barely-there touch—but it sent a jolt of awareness through them. Their muscles twitched involuntarily.

They froze.

No.

Before they could react, the touch returned—firmer this time. Fingers pressed gently into their ribs, wiggling in tiny, calculated movements. The reaction was instant. A helpless, breathy giggle bubbled up before they could even think to stop it, their body twisting away on instinct.

"Oh?" The voice beside them was slow, teasing. "What was that?"

They shook their head quickly, willing themselves to stay still, to keep quiet. But their body betrayed them—another poorly stifled giggle slipped free, their shoulders scrunching up in defense.

That was all it took.

Their attacker grinned. "Ohhh, I think I found something interesting."

Before they could protest, both hands latched onto their sides, fingers kneading in quick, merciless movements. The result was instant—laughter burst from their lips in a sudden, uncontrollable rush as their body convulsed, limbs flailing against the cushions.

"Nonono—! P-please—!" they choked out between gasps, their hands desperately pushing at their tormentor’s wrists. But their fingers were weak, their body too consumed with laughter to put up any real fight.

"Please what?" their attacker cooed, completely unbothered. "You’re just so ticklish, it’s adorable."

They shook their head frantically, thrashing as the fingers dug into the hollows of their ribs, trailing down to their waist before moving right back up again. Their laughter pitched higher, breathless and helpless, as their attacker explored every sensitive spot with ease.

"Nohoho—I c-can’t—!" Their words broke off into hiccupy giggles, their body twisting in vain as their attacker shifted to straddle them, ensuring there was no escape.

"Can’t what?" The fingers slowed, only slightly, but now they were tracing featherlight patterns along their stomach, just enough to keep them squirming. "Use your words."

They gasped for air, trembling from the aftershocks of laughter. "I—" Their breath caught as a single fingertip dragged torturously slow along their side. A fresh giggle slipped out before they could help it, and they instantly clamped their hands over their mouth, trying to smother the sound.

Big mistake.

Their attacker grinned wickedly. "Ohhh, you’re trying to hold it in now?"

Before they could react, the fingers returned in full force, digging into the sensitive dip of their waist, skittering along their ribs, pressing into every single spot that sent them into hysterics. Their hands flew away from their face as another shriek of laughter tore from their throat.

Their attacker only chuckled. "That’s better."

They were losing their mind. Tears pricked their eyes, their laughter turning silent as they gasped for air. Their body jerked with every ticklish spark, every calculated movement keeping them helpless beneath their tormentor’s grasp.

Finally—finally—the tickling slowed again, though not without a few teasing squeezes to their sides just to make them twitch.

They lay there, chest heaving, weak giggles still slipping out as they curled in on themselves. Their entire body tingled, every nerve still on high alert.

Their attacker hummed in amusement. "You look exhausted."

They shot them a half-hearted glare, their face still flushed with residual laughter. "You…" They panted, voice weak. "Are. Evil."

Their attacker only smirked, reaching out to tap a single finger against their stomach.

They flinched so hard they nearly fell off the couch.

A satisfied chuckle followed. "You are way too fun to mess with."

They groaned, burying their face in the cushions. They knew one thing for certain.

This would absolutely happen again.

And they were completely, utterly doomed.

[laursdomain]

Hello would you be okay with writing an angsty fic centered around Bodhi reacting to Liam‘s death (maybe they were dating in secret before he died or Bodhi has had a crush on Liam?) and with some platonic h/c from Imogen, Garrick? Now with Liam week it‘s been all I‘m thinking about!!! I hope you‘re doing well queen💖

loss of my life

pairing: bodhi durran & imogen cardulo & garrick tavis

genre: angst

synopsis: Liam Mairi is dead. Traversing death isn’t easy, and Bodhi Durran finds himself falling into the depths of grief. Hours after the events of the Battle of Resson, Bodhi needs a savior. Or, saviors. They may not be able to completely pull him out, but they stop Bodhi from drowning in grief.

warnings: angst, cursing, character death, mentions of death, crying, sadness, brother!garrick, bff!imogen, xaden is oblivious

w/c: 1.9k

ྀིbodhi durran masterlist

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Bodhi didn’t know how to feel about death. Losing his parents and Uncle felt like ages ago, but perhaps it’s the trauma he’s gained since then making him feel that way. 

Death was a funny thing. A person either you knew or never knew existed was no longer by your side. You’d never see them again until you yourself joined Malek. You either mourned or felt indifferent when someone died. There was no in-between.

Bodhi prayed he could not feel this way. He hated the feeling of being vulnerable, especially if people are seeing him that way as well. Bodhi thought he’d become strong since joining the Riders Quadrant, he has never flinched witnessing the other deaths through the Parapet, Gauntlet, and even during his first War Games.

But nothing could prepare him for Liam Mairi’s death.

Every time he closes his eyes, all he sees is Liam’s body. His dead body propped up against Deigh’s dying body. What makes it worse is that there was nothing wrong with Liam. He was the strongest fighter in his year. He wasn’t wounded, and he wasn’t weak. No, it was the bond that tied rider to dragon that led to this. Deigh was the one dying, so Liam had to follow.

Bodhi lays in his bed at Aretia, mindful of his arm that rests in a sling. His face felt raw from the hours of crying he’s done since they arrived. Nobody noticed when he slipped away to his room the minute Brennan finished his sling for him. He was tired, but couldn’t bring himself to succumb to sleep. 

He didn’t want to face the memories. The memories of laughing with Liam, the way his smile and voice made his heart clench effortlessly. The way he was always kindhearted to everyone, even those who didn’t reciprocate it. The way Liam would let Bodhi ruffle his hair in public, a platonic gesture that ran deeper for both boys. The way Liam always hugged Bodhi like it was the last time, and had a special hug for the older boy. 

Bodhi squeezed his eyes shut, willing the tears away. He didn’t think he had any more tears to cry, but it was Liam we’re talking about. To Bodhi, Liam is his world.

A knock on the door has the memories fading away and his tear ducts promptly closing. Bodhi doesn’t have the energy nor the will to get up, so he simply unlocks his door with lesser magic, “come in.”

Imogen’s pink hair pops through a small crack between the door and the wall. Bodhi glances at her, not bothering to hide how terrible he looked. Surely, she could tell he was crying.

“We’re going to burn them now,” is all she says, giving her friend a solemn look. Though it may not look like it, she too was grieving. She wasn’t as close with Liam as Bodhi or Xaden, but she still had a soft spot for the blonde boy. 

They had taken Soleil, Liam, and Deigh’s bodies back with them, they deserved a proper burning. Bodhi didn’t answer, he simply got up and went inside his connecting bathroom. Imogen didn’t follow, but he presumed she was still standing at the door, waiting. Cold water splashing on his face made him alert and reduced his puffy cheeks and eyes. Hopefully, if he kept his head down, nobody would notice he was crying. 

Bodhi walks towards Imogen, “let’s go.” His voice was raw and cracked, but he didn’t care. Not when a Liam-sized hole had ripped into his heart.

Everyone stood in a circle, all of those who survived Resson. All but Violet was present, who was still recovering from her injuries. They could’ve lost her too, but Brennan had saved her in time. Her older brother—who should be dead—stood in her place. 

“Should we burn Deigh first?” Garrick’s question floats over the group, directed at Xaden. 

“Soleil first,” Xaden declares. “Sgaeyl says Deigh should be burned with Liam.”

Bodhi winces at the mention of the boy’s name, though nobody notices. He was grateful it was dark outside, and the fire hadn’t been lit yet. The only person who could’ve possibly noticed was Imogen or Eya. 

Garrick nods, walking a couple feet away from the group to lift Soleil’s body off the ground. He carries her to the middle of the group, where a couple of firewood laid against the grass. A blanket laid over her body, one that Imogen had found in one of the spare bedrooms. Garrick gently places her against the firewood, stepping back to his original position. 

Within seconds, fire met the wood, encasing Soleil’s body. Bodhi tentatively turned and squinted his eyes in the direction the fire came from, barely making out Tairn’s dark body. He looked like a pair of floating golden eyes within the darkness. 

Everyone took a moment to say a silent prayer for Soleil, everyone bowing their heads in Tyrrish tradition before Tairn dropped Deigh’s body into the flames, forcing it to become much larger. Everyone had to take a couple steps back to make room to accommodate for the larger flame, not particularly wanting to get burnt themselves.

Bodhi’s heart stopped when he saw Xaden carrying Liam to the flames. It was as if time slowed, and there was only Liam’s covered body. His cousin must’ve went to Colonel Mairi’s deserted quarters, because Bodhi instantly recognized the shroud that covered her son. It had runes embedded into the fabric, ones that held magic, and must’ve been a form of practice for Colonel Mairi. 

Nails bit into the skin of his palm as Xaden placed Liam into the fire, nearly burning his hands in the process. He could feel tears prickling at his eyes, but he refused to cry. Not in front of everyone else. Bodhi spoke his usual Tyrrish prayer for his Liam, but not without witnessing flashes of Liam.

The way Liam would close his eyes in content whenever Bodhi’s hand brushed through it.

The way Liam would laugh at anything Bodhi would say, even when his jokes fell through.

The way Liam would tilt his head, a sign that he was intently listening.

How calm and peaceful Liam looked in his sleep, a small smile etched onto his face, showcasing his dimple.

How soft Liam’s lips felt against Bodhi’s skin, especially on his lips.

How protected and safe Bodhi felt within his arms, even if Bodhi was the taller one.

An arm touches Bodhi’s elbow, immediately retracting when he jumps in response. Bodhi whips his head around, met with Garrick’s shocked expression. His defenses lower at the sight of his best friend, turning around to face him.

“Are you okay?” Garrick whispers, though a quick scan of the field shows that everyone else had already retreated to Riorson House.

“Yeah,” Bodhi mumbles, though he fails to convince the older boy.

“Come with me,” Garrick offers, turning on his heel as he leads Bodhi towards Riorson House.

Bodhi hoped he wasn’t being forced to see or speak to other people, especially not his cousin. Xaden was never the comforting type, and would be appalled to see his younger cousin this distraught over death. He could already hear his cousin’s voice saying don’t let anyone see you like this.

Bodhi doesn’t even notice that they’re at a large window, one that leads to the rooftop. Garrick slides it open, climbing through before gesturing with his hand for Bodhi to follow. Tentatively, Bodhi follows, joining his friend on the roof. They sit a couple feet away from the opened window, close enough to easily get back inside but far enough to still have a private conversation.

Bodhi stares ahead, watching the stars decorating the sky, some of them forming the images he knows as constellations. Liam was obsessed with them, and forced Bodhi to learn as many of them as possible.

“I know you’re upset about Liam,” Garrick whispers between the two, not looking in Bodhi’s direction.

Bodhi gulps, “how’d you know?” 

“We all grew up with him in the homes. Plus,” he nudges Bodhi with his elbow, “you were always the most sensitive of us.”

A dry chuckle leaves Bodhi’s mouth, though he was glad Garrick hadn’t caught on to his real feelings for Liam. The ones that Liam reciprocated. The ones they acted on before he died.

“Yeah,” Bodhi’s voice comes out weaker than he intends, silently cursing himself for doing so. 

“Want to know something?” Garrick inquires, looking at Bodhi. Bodhi turns to him, raising a brow for him to continue, “Liam had a huge thing for you. The way he’d give you puppy eyes from across the courtyard was annoying because he’d never act on it.”

Bodhi face drops. Garrick didn’t know the two had actually acted on their feelings for one another, so he couldn’t blame him for telling him this information. 

“And we both know you liked him back,” Garrick adds, watching as Bodhi practically snaps his neck to look at the older boy again. “You weren’t subtle about it. Although, maybe I’m just observant because Xaden never noticed.”

“Maybe you should occupy yourself with other things so you aren’t worried about my love life,” Bodhi snaps, a loss of control slipping from his grasp.

“Holy shit,” Garrick breathes out, chuckling in the process. “You two told each other, didn’t you?”

Bodhi looks away, suddenly interested in his boots. He secretly wished he was in his room or atop of Cuir, away from Garrick’s pestering self. 

“I’m sorry,” one of Garrick’s bulky arms wraps around Bodhi’s shoulders, pulling him closer. “I can’t imagine what you’re feeling right now.”

“Don’t tell Xaden,” Bodhi whispers, feeling tears prick his eyes again.

“I won’t,” he promises, tucking Bodhi tightly under his arm.

“Can I join, boys?” Imogen’s voice wafts into the air, the girl was already perched on the windowsill, waiting for her invitation. 

Bodhi simply pats the space next to her, who simply climbs over, interlocking her arm with Bodhi's. She lays her head on Garrick’s arm, something Bodhi never thought he’d see her do, while she caresses shapes into Bodhi’s arm. 

“I’m assuming you both know?” Bodhi weakly asks, grateful for the comfort from both of his friends.

“Of course I know,” Imogen speaks, giving a side-warded glance at Bodhi. 

It’s true, there were only two people who actually knew about him and Liam. It was only two weeks after Bodhi realized his feelings that he confided in Quinn and Imogen. More so Quinn than Imogen, but when you told one of them, you were telling both of them.

“It’s okay to grieve, Bodhi,” Garrick whispers between the three, giving the younger boy a comforting squeeze in the process.

“Xaden would disagree,” Bodhi whispers, his voice swept away by the night wind.

“Who cares?” Imogen retorts, raising a pink brow, “you lost your lover, Bodhi. You’re allowed to mourn. And if Xaden objects, I’ll kick his ass for you.”

“Like you’d dare to do that,” Garrick teases, leaning forward to look at the pink-haired girl.

Imogen blows a raspberry at Garrick, who simply rolls his eyes playfully at her. Bodhi looked between the two, knowing they would eventually get together. That quickly turned into sadness, knowing no matter what, he would never truly feel that way ever again.

Liam Mairi is the love of Bodhi Durran’s life…and he lost him.

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[cyllres]

Devil | JJK x Makima! Reader

Chapter 28

You stirred awake, the white ceiling of Ieiri’s infirmary coming into focus as the fog of unconsciousness lifted.

“Y/n… you're awake. I'm glad,” Yuuji’s voice broke through the silence, filled with a mixture of relief and concern. He was immediately by your side, his face etched with worry. You tried to speak, but your voice was little more than a rasp.

“Yuu…jii,” you croaked, attempting to sit up, but Yuuji gently pressed you back down, his hands firm yet careful.

“Lay down, Y/n,” he insisted, his tone serious, almost scolding. “Ieiri-san said that Nanamin found you in the sewers, injured. I thought you asked someone to come pick you up? You didn’t tell me you were going after that curse.” His voice held a note of betrayal, his eyes searching yours for an explanation.

You bit your lip, thoughts swirling as you tried to come up with an excuse, but nothing seemed sufficient. Instead, you sighed, your mind shifting to a more pressing concern. You quickly summoned Pochita into your arms, and a cold wave of dread washed over you as you saw its canine form, still mangled and bloody.

“Dammit,” you cursed under your breath, trying to channel your reverse cursed technique, but every attempt seemed to worsen Pochita’s condition. Whatever that patchwork curse had done to your creation was beyond your immediate ability to repair. You needed to find a solution quickly, but Yuuji’s presence complicated things.

“Y/n…” Yuuji’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. You looked up at him, his expression somber, eyes clouded with grief. “Junpei’s mother was found dead,” he said quietly, the words heavy with mourning. “I-I want to help him. I think I could save Junpei, but Nanamin said I might get in the way.” His voice wavered, uncertainty and desperation mingling in his tone.

An idea formed in your mind, dark and dangerous, but one you knew could work in your favor. “You should,” you rasped, your voice strained but determined. “Junpei… I think you could save him.” You insisted, despite the knot of dread tightening in your chest at the thought of Yuuji putting himself in harm’s way.

Yuuji hesitated, torn between wanting to protect you and his desire to help Junpei. “But… what about you?” he asked, clearly conflicted. “You’re hurt. I should be here with you.”

You forced a smile, suppressing the pain that flared with every breath. “I’ll be fine, Yuuji,” you assured him, though the words tasted bitter on your tongue. “Right now, Junpei needs you more. You have to go.”

“But—” Yuuji began, still reluctant to leave your side.

“Please, Yuuji,” you interrupted, your tone firm despite the weakness in your voice. “I’ll rest here. Ieiri-san will take care of me, but Junpei… he needs someone who can reach him before it’s too late.”

Yuuji’s resolve wavered for a moment longer before he finally nodded, the determination returning to his eyes. “Okay… I’ll go. But I’ll come back as soon as I can,” he promised, squeezing your hand before stepping away.

As he left the room, you exhaled shakily, leaning back against the pillows, exhaustion washing over you. You hated the idea of Yuuji in danger, but it was a calculated risk you were willing to take. Besides, even from afar, you knew you could protect him if necessary.

-

“I’m fine, Ieiri-san, really,” you rasped, your voice still raw and broken as you slid off the hospital bed, your legs unsteady but determined. Ieiri watched you with concern etched deeply into her features, her gaze flicking between you and the bloodied form of Pochita that materialized on the bed. His small, battered body looked almost pitiful against the sterile white sheets.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to help you heal yourself, Y/n-san?” Ieiri asked again, her tone more insistent this time. Her hands twitched, ready to begin the process of healing your ravaged vocal cords, but you simply shook your head, dismissing the offer.

You gestured to Pochita, the tiny, weakened canine form lying still, its chainsaw tail barely twitching. Ieiri’s eyes softened as understanding dawned on her. She nodded, already moving to tend to it.

“Thank you,” you managed to croak out, each word scraping painfully against your throat. “I’ll leave it in your care for now, Ieiri-san.”

“Wait, where are you going?” Ieiri’s voice followed you as you turned to leave. “You’re supposed to rest—!”

“I’m heading to the dorms, Ieiri-san,” you interrupted, forcing a tight smile despite the sharp pain that shot through your throat with each word. “I just need some sleep.”

Without waiting for a response, you walked out the door, the sterile scent of the infirmary quickly giving way to the more familiar, comforting smell of the Jujutsu Tech hallways. But instead of heading toward the dorms as you’d said, you veered into a dark, rarely-used corridor, the shadows here providing the perfect cover for what you were about to do.

“Testing, testing,” you murmured, your voice rasping and strained as you began to channel your reversed cursed technique. The warm, soothing energy flowed through you, gradually easing the sharp pain in your throat. With each breath, the sensation of healing spread, bringing a semblance of relief as your vocal cords mended and your voice regained some semblance of its former strength.

Your expression hardened as you summoned a transfigured human, the grotesque creature materializing before you, its body twisted and deformed, its eyes wide with terror. It whimpered pathetically, tears streaming down its disfigured face as it cowered at your feet, its sobs echoing off the walls.

You crouched down to its level, leaning in close enough to feel its ragged breath against your skin. “Shhh, I know it hurts,” you cooed, your voice a mockery of comfort as you gently caressed its misshapen head. “But it doesn’t hurt as much as it did before, right? Not after our little contract.”

The creature’s sobs quieted slightly, a faint glimmer of hope flickering in its eyes despite the obvious pain it was in. You offered it a twisted, almost tender smile, your words a soothing balm to its tortured mind. “I know, I know,” you continued, your tone softening as if you truly cared. “But I need you to do something for me.”

You pulled back, gripping the creature’s face tightly in your hand, your nails digging into its flesh as you began to manipulate its form. Slowly, its grotesque features shifted and morphed until it resembled you—a twisted, imperfect copy, but close enough to fool anyone who didn’t look too closely. The transfigured creature now stood before you, its eyes wide with fear, its mouth opening and closing as if it wanted to speak but couldn’t quite form the words.

You placed a finger to your lips, silencing it with a soft hush. “Don’t try to speak,” you whispered, your voice laced with quiet menace. “I want you to stay in my dorm, to lie low and avoid any interaction. Sleep if you can. But remember this—if you fail, if you’re discovered…” Your eyes narrowed, your grip on its face tightening, causing it to whimper in fear. “You will die. Immediately.”

The creature trembled, but it nodded, the fear in its eyes mingling with a desperate hope. “But,” you added, your tone softening once more, “if you succeed, I promise I’ll try to find a way to revert you back to your original self. Don’t you want that?”

It nodded again, more vigorously this time, clinging to the faint promise of redemption. You released it, watching as it shuffled away, your twisted doppelgänger disappearing into the darkness toward your dorm.

Pulling a black and dusty trench coat that you luckily found lying around, you quickly wore it, noting how the oversize hid your appearance.

A smirk curled at the corner of your lips, turning more sinister as you heard the faint squeak of a rat nearby. It was a reminder that even in the shadows, you were never truly alone. And that was just the way you liked it.

-

“Most people would let go, you know,” Mahito taunted, his voice dripping with mockery as he watched Yuuji advance with a determined stride. Yuuji’s focus remained locked on Mahito, ignoring the provocation and charging in with renewed ferocity. Mahito’s smirk widened as Yuuji closed the distance, but before Yuuji could strike, Mahito was suddenly overwhelmed by a suffocating pressure—a sensation of being crushed by an unseen force. It was as if the very air around him had become dense and oppressive, pressing heavily against him.

Instinctively, Mahito recoiled, his body swaying as he summoned a doppelgänger to take his place. The moment the duplicate materialized, the pressure intensified, culminating in a violent explosion. The doppelgänger erupted in a shower of blood and gore, its lower half left in a mangled mess, while Mahito staggered back, stunned and disoriented.

“What the fuck?” Mahito’s thoughts raced, his confusion palpable as he tried to understand what had just happened. His distraction was immediate and complete, giving Yuuji the opening he needed. Seizing the chance, Yuuji launched a powerful attack, his fist connecting with Mahito and sending him reeling.

Mahito quickly recovered, his confusion giving way to a fierce determination. “You can’t defeat me, you know,” Mahito sneered, pressing his hand against Yuuji’s chest. “Just switch it already,” he added, murmuring, “Mui Tenpen.”

In an instant, Mahito found himself in Sukuna’s innate domain, the oppressive atmosphere shifting dramatically. Sukuna, sitting amidst a sea of skeletal remains, regarded Mahito with disdain. “You dare attempt to touch my soul?” Sukuna’s voice echoed with menace. “Since we both shared a laugh at that brat’s expense, I’ll allow it just this once. There won’t be a second time.”

Mahito’s fear was palpable as he faced the overwhelming presence of Sukuna. The suffocating pressure returned, paralyzing him with its sheer force. He felt trapped, unable to move or act, his body frozen under Sukuna’s gaze.

“Know your place,” Sukuna continued, his voice cold and commanding. “Fool.”

The intense pressure abruptly lifted as Mahito was jolted back to reality, only to be met with another heavy, crushing sensation. Instinctively, he moved away, summoning yet another doppelgänger. The duplicate burst apart in an explosive release of cursed energy, and Mahito’s restraints on Yuuji dissolved. Freed from his previous limitations, Yuuji wasted no time, pressing his attack with relentless vigor.

“I’m not going to switch,” Yuuji growled, his voice resolute. “I told you, I’ll kill you.” He struck with increased power, his cursed energy fueling his blows. Mahito, feeling the oppressive pressure once more, summoned another doppelgänger, which quickly exploded, leaving Yuuji momentarily confused about Mahito’s whereabouts.

Mahito was preparing to launch another attack on Yuuji when he was abruptly interrupted by a new arrival: Kento Nanami. Without hesitation, Kento swung his cursed tool with precision, forcing Mahito to leap away and distance himself from both sorcerers.

“Nanamin!” Yuuji exclaimed, visibly relieved at the timely intervention.

“I’ll lecture you later,” Kento responded curtly. “What’s the situation here?”

Yuuji’s expression turned somber. “I couldn’t save Junpei or his mom,” he said, his voice heavy with regret. Kento gave him a brief, understanding glance, noting Yuuji’s selflessness.

“Always thinking of others before himself,” Kento thought, shaking his head slightly. “First, explain your physical condition.”

“I’m fine,” Yuuji said, brushing blood from his face with a nonchalant shrug. “Just got some holes in me.”

“How is that fine?” Nanami asked bluntly, his tone leaving no room for ambiguity.

Yuuji sighed. “Also, a bunch of students from the school are knocked out in the gym.”

“Hey, you’re alive and kicking, seven to three sorcerer!” Mahito taunted, reverting to his normal form with a mocking grin. “Glad to see we both made it. How about a hug���?” His words were cut short by an intense, pressing sensation, the same suffocating force that had previously disrupted him. Instinctively, he moved away, summoning yet another doppelgänger. But before he could fully move away, the figure exploded violently, leaving half of Mahito’s body severely damaged. He grimaced, hastily working to heal himself.

“What’s that, Yuuji?” Nanami asked, glancing at the struggling Mahito.

“Honestly, I don’t know,” Yuuji admitted. “But whatever it is, it seems to be causing him significant damage.”

“Alright,” Nanami said, his voice steady and strategic. “If another one of those occurrences happens, or if we get an opportunity to catch him off guard, we need to shower him with relentless attacks.” Yuuji nodded in agreement, both of them assuming their combat stances, ready to face the renewed threat.

With their plan set and the urgency of their situation clear, Yuuji and Nanami prepared to press their advantage, the battlefield’s tension mounting as they awaited their next move.

meanwhile

The shrine atop the mountain was cloaked in eerie silence, save for the faint rustle of leaves and the distant hum of the wind. A girl stood with an air of unwavering determination. Her posture was calm and composed, but her eyes betrayed a hint of cold, calculating intent. She kneeling Infront of a blindfolded transfigured human, trembling and weeping softly.

"Come on, say it," she urged with a voice that was deceptively gentle, yet carried an edge of steely resolve. "Ma-hi-to." The girl's words were deliberate, drawn out slowly as she leaned closer to the transfigured human, her gaze unwavering.

The transfigured human’s sobs grew louder as it struggled to comply. Its voice cracked, but the name barely escaped its lips. “Ma...hi...to…”

The girl’s lips curled into a smirk as she observed the human’s desperate effort. She stood up and turned her attention to the ancient shrine, her hand moving in a slow, deliberate motion. The transfigured human's body went limp, collapsing to the ground beside her with a sickening thud.

She isn't entirely sure if this would work on a curse, or if a transfigured human is sufficient, but she has to, especially right after that, disrespected her.

The girl's expression darkened as a crow, perched nearby, flapped its wings and took flight. It was her eyes and ears, surveying the situation from above. After a moment, the crow returned with unsettling news: it was still alive.

Annoyed, she exhaled sharply, her frustration palpable. She approached another transfigured human, which cowered before her. With a tone that was both sweet and chilling, she cooed softly, her voice laced with a sickly sweetness.

"Say it," she coaxed, kneeling down and gently cupping the human’s face. "Ma-hi-to."

The transfigured human, its form trembling with fear, nodded weakly. As she waited for the final utterance, the girl’s gaze remained fixed on the shrine, her mind already calculating the next steps.