#the sheer sound i made sucking a breath in through my teeth

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[dark-moonlust]

A Better Use for Your Mouth

Pairing: Dragon monster x human f!reader

Summary: you are bored and you decide to go tease your dragon mate which gives him ideas about using your mouth.

Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, explicit monster smut, huge 🍆, oral (male receiving), lots of come that leads to belly bulge. Don’t like, don’t read.

It was a quiet evening. Too quiet actually.

The lair was silent, your mate Eryndor was studying some ancient scrolls and practicing his dragon magic. You sat on the edge of the grand bed, staring at the ceiling. You were bored and you missed him. You dragon mate was wonderful but once he started studying his magic, he lost track of time. You were certain he was once again entranced in his books and scrolls.

With a mischievous grin on your face, you hurried to the big library and peeked your head inside. Your dragon didn’t take notice of you and you let your eyes caress his image. Eryndor was sitting on his back legs, studying some ancient scrolls while weaving fiery magic with his clawed hands. He was a sight to behold; huge and towering, his scales shimmering like molten gold. He had a horned face, a strong jaw with sharp teeth, amber eyes and a body that exuded power and grace.

“I can smell you, little mate,” he drawled and turned to you, his voice vibrating delightfully.

Smiling, you sauntered over to him, letting your fingers trail along his body, feeling the heat of his scales. “Eryndor,” you purred, leaning in close, “do you really have to study those old scrolls right now?”

He chuckled, the hint of a smile playing at maw. “Are you trying to distract me, pretty mate?”

“Perhaps,” you answered, your fingers dancing lower, tracing his underbelly and over the slit that concealed his cock. “How about you take a break? We could talk.”

Eryndor’s eyes darkened. “Talk? Hmm… I have some ideas…”

“Including talking?” you prodded suggestively.

“Including using your lovely mouth.”

“That sounds exciting, dragon.”

Eryndor tossed away the scrolls with a sharp thump. He sat on his back legs and gently pulled you to your knees between them.

“You have my attention, little one,” he said, his voice a velvet purr.

A huge clawed hand, as big as your head guided you down, with such gentle care and love. His other hand toyed with your plump lips as his thick, impressive cock emerged from its protective slit. Your mouth watered at the sight; his shaft was long and thick, covered by ridges. The head was flared and tipped with breads of moisture. The sheer size of him made your pussy clench, warmth pooling in your belly.

You cupped the base with both hands and wrapped your lips around the head, swirling your tongue over the sensitive tip and licking the precum. Eryndor let out a low groan, his grip tightening slightly as you took him deeper, inch by inch. His cock was a challenge— you couldn’t wrap your hands around him nor take him fully in your mouth. But you could pleasure him, he’d taught you what and how he liked his cock to be pleasured.

“That’s it,” he growled approvingly, his voice thick with arousal. “Such a good mate. Show me how deep you can take me, precious.”

Nodding fervently, you lowered yourself on his dick, taking the whole cockhead, your eyes fluttering up to meet his glinting gaze. Eryndor looked so pleased and aroused so you pressured yourself to go a little further, hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard. You heard his growl of approval and shivered pleasurable as he gently petted your hair while you worked your mouth over his length.

“Such a pretty sight and such a good little mouth,” he rumbled, watching his cock fill your mouth, your lips stretched around him.

You moaned around his cock and relaxed your throat, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. Then you pulled his cock out of your mouth, which was now coated in your saliva and dove back down on it. Eryndor’s breathing grew heavier, his body jerking slightly. Your slurpy sounds and his growls reverberated through the lair. You pumped your mouth over him, tongue lavishing attention on every ridge and all around the sensitive cockhead.

“Such a beautiful mate,” he praised, his voice strained. “Taking me so well. Are you ready, mate? Ready for your dragon’s cum?”

“Mph… ‘m ready—” you could hardly speak with his cock in your mouth.

“Will you swallow everything down like a good girl? Keep it in your belly?”

“All of it—mphhh—” you muttered, your head bobbing up and down on his shaft. “Gonna swallow it all.”

With a menacing growl, Eryndor’s claws tightened in your hair, gently holding you in place as he thrust gently, your throat stretching to accommodate his girth. You gagged because he was so deep, your mouth too full of him. With a final, deep thrust, he spilled into your mouth, his cock pulsing erratically. He released load after load of his seed, and you swallowed eagerly, the taste of him filling you completely. It was too much—it always was, but you licked every single drop, until your belly was bulging with his seed.

When he finally stopped cumming, you drew back, gasping for air, your lips swollen and glistening with his essence. You cupped you swollen belly and sighed; fuck, that was one good session. You called when he ripped your clothes, his draconian eyes caressing your form.

“How about I lick your pretty drenched pussy now? Hm?” His voice was a sensual purr.

You opened your legs wide, an eager smile on your lips. “Yes, my dragon,” you whispered. “Oh, yes please.”

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Pretty in Pink

Synopsis: your boyfriend, rafayel, finally lets you buy feminine clothes for him after you asking. he tries them on for you, but to your surprise he ends up liking them a lot more than you imagined.

Tags: rafayel x afab!reader, MDNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED, no use of y/n, smut, porn with little plot, not proofread, not edited, femboy!rafayel, overstimulation, pegging, dressing rafayel up, whiney and needy rafayel, use of pet names (m receiving- my fishy, baby), raf calls you master, light spanking, you suck him off through his panties

Words: 4.2k

a/n: hi everyone, i know that there is a lot of stress right now especially with my fellow americans so i hope this can distract you even for just a moment. also i literally wrote this bc moot on twitter were making me and tbh? i loved it. but this is my one shot to tell everyone im back to writing after taking a week off! i hope you love femboy rafayel as much as i do because this man makes me insane actually

ao3 | kofi

It's been over a month since you've tried to convince your boyfriend to let you dress him up in feminine clothes, the thought of seeing his smooth, silky skin wrapped with lace and soft fabric made your head spin and twisted the desire in your gut even tighter. He finally warmed up to it, allowing you to go out and buy whatever your heart called out to. Excitement wasn't even the word to describe the feelings that whirred around in your head.

You sat on your shared bed, staring longingly at the massive walk-in closet that held Rafayel, gnawing your lip as the only sound to occupy the space was the soft shuffling of him dressing behind the closed door. You wondered what he would choose first, having gone maybe a bit crazy in the luxurious stores, grabbing anything with lace and bows. Fuck, the anticipation making you nearly jump out of your seat to see his beautiful milky skin in fabric so thin you could rip it to shreds. The image of his long legs in stocking, or better yet, thigh high socks nearly make you drool.

Rafayel poked his head out from the door, cheeks a rosy pink, his eyes not meeting yours. "I think I'm finished..." His voice quiet, embarrassed. You shift, sitting up straighter on the bed as you wait for him to show you.

"Well?" You question, wanting nothing more than to walk over, throw open the door, and run your hands all over his body. He gulps, taking a breath before pushing open the door at an agonizingly slow pace. You wished he would hurry, toss it open so you can drink him in, but the slight tremble in his hands and the blush deepening down to his neck you knew he was nervous.

"Uh," Rafayel spoke, stepping fully into view in front of you, hands attempting to pull the short skirt down further to cover more of his delicate skin. You rake your eyes down his body, slowly taking him in fully. 

A baby blue sweater hung off of his torso loosely, small cherries embroidered on the knit fabric, making it look warm and perfect for spring. The sleeves falling just shy of his fingers as his palms lay hidden underneath. Hugging his hips and dipping down his legs a blue and white pleated skirt lay, falling a few inches below the curve of his ass. Legs almost fully on display, white sheer stockings stopping just at the middle of his plush thighs - lace bows tying at the top. 

You watched as he wrapped his arms around himself, eyes darting off to the corner of the room as his cheeks and the tips of his precious ears blazed in heat. His thighs rubbing together as your gaze pierced right through him. You knew, just in the way he squirmed under your eyesight that the other outfits would have to wait for another day. You needed him, and the growing tent he tried to conceal in his skirt told you that he needed you too.

"Come here," Arms opening for him, voice soft and warm. Your boyfriend flashed his eyes to you, teeth sucking his bottom lip in as he nibbled. Unsure footsteps towards you, his eyes staying trained on the floor as he inches closer. 

"Do you... like it?" Rafayel asks, eyes never meeting yours, hands running down the length of his short skirt. Do you like it? Surely he's joking. The growing dampness between your thighs was answer enough for his silly little question. You loved it. Wanting nothing more than to pull him onto your lap and let your fingers run over every inch of his heavenly body. 

"I love it, baby," You reach out to him, hands finding his small waist as you pull him closer, needing to feel his body heat on you. He looks down, watching your hands slip under his sweater and caress his soft, sweet skin. "So beautiful," You whisper, barely enough for him to hear. Rafayel reaches forward, hands resting on your shoulders as he slots himself between your spread legs bare thighs brushing your own. You could feel how warm he was, how his body temperature raised just by you admiring him.

Hands running down to his thighs, you rub your thumb where the stockings met his skin, admiring the way the lace looked as if it belonged on him, like it was made for Rafayel alone. Hands brushing over his creamy pale skin, running up towards the hem of his skirt, you could hear his ragged breath quicken. How his hands gripped your shoulders tighter and how he shifted between your legs. You knew he liked this, could see how turned on he was from wearing this for you. You continued on your path up, groping here and there at his delicious thighs until your fingers brushed against something soft and thin on his hip. Something you hadn't expected.

"What?" You question, reaching to push the skirt up higher so you could get a look for yourself. Your boyfriend's hands flying to still yours, just a second too slow.

"W-wait!" He stutters out, voice high and desperate - but it's too late. With his blue skirt hiked up to his hips you're face to face with a pair of pink pastel panties you do not recall buying for him - or even owning for yourself. Fabric so thin you could make out the outline of his shaft through them, the small but growing wet patch near his tip becoming translucent with his precum. A tiny pink bow sat at the waistband, a pearl in the center glistening in the light. You couldn't help the smirk curling its way onto your lips as you stare at his weeping cock through the material.

"I don't remember buying you these, fishy," You hum, index finger reaching out to stroke his pretty, pink head. He gasps at the touch, cock twitching as his thighs rub together.

"I... got them myself..." Words nothing more than a mumble as you finally look up at him. Eyes blown wide and glossy, pink lips parted as he pants out hot breath, a heavy flush painting his beautiful face. A few strands of his purple locks brush the tip of his nose as he looks down at you. "You were so excited, I wanted... to surprise you..." 

Oh how badly you wanted to take him right then and there, toss him on the bed and have him writhe beneath you as you fuck his beautiful brains out. Rafayel had always been one to have a surprise or two up his sleeve, always leaving you on your toes - but this was something you would've never expected from him. 

Without answering, you let your finger run up the length of his shaft once more, a teasingly slow pace until you made your way back to his tip. He twitched beneath your touch, stomach clenching as you assault his sensitive skin. You wanted nothing more than to savor this moment, drag it out for as long as you can so you can drink in every moan, every twitch and flex of his muscles as you milk his sweet cum out. Lips graze over his cock as you lean in, placing a soft kiss to it, his wetness painting your lips when you pull back. You swear he stopped breathing as you look at his face, in a daze of lust - wanting you to ruin him.

"I don't think we are going to be able to see the other outfits I picked for you tonight, fishy," Hands coming to lift his sweater, exposing his stomach to the chilly air of the room, his muscles tightening under his skin. 

"Yeah..." Throat bobbing as he gulps. You stand, bodies flushing together. Hands cupping his cheeks, you bring his face to yours, lips connecting in a kiss. You can feel his desperation, the way he works his lips against yours, hands coming to your waist as he grips you closer. Feeling him grind his hips helplessly to yours, seeking relief for the tight tension that wound its way into his core. You hum, slowing him, licking at his lips as he tried to bury his tongue deep in your mouth, a cat and mouse game you both played so often, but him being on the receiving end. He didn't like it, a grunt leaving his mouth as he tried once more to deepen the kiss, only to be disappointed when you pull away completely.

"Not yet," You hum, thumb caressing his face as you admire his eyes, pupils wide with lust, with need. Hooded, showing the pink hue that swirled and darkened. Heavy pants leaving his lips as they dusted on your face. "Why don't we take this off of you?" Fingers coming down to play with the hem of his sweater. He nods, barely enough time before you pull it up and over his head, leaving his torso bare. Pink nipples hardened, your mouth wanting nothing more than to latch on and hear him whine for you, arching his back into you. But that could wait, you needed to get him on the bed.

Wrapping your arms around him, you switch positions, the back of his knees pressed to your shared bed. With a small push he sat with a bounce, you could see the nerves tensing in his arms as he stared up at you. Those eyes waiting in anticipation, swirling with need and want, moments like these you were thankful he was all yours. 

"Do you want me to take this off?" Rafayel asked, hands smoothing over the pleated skirt. You smile, lips curling as you climb on his lap.

"No, I want it on," With shaky hands he holds onto your waist, looking up at you with wide eyes. You lean in, kissing him again, slow and lazy as your hands roam over his top half. Snaking down from his neck, over his broad shoulders, down to his pecs. The nails of your index fingers grazing softly over his sensitive nipples.

"Ah!" He pulled back with a gasp, chest heaving with every rough breath leaving his lungs. You feel him twitch beneath you, cock jumping at the contact he craved. Chuckling you place a soft kiss to his forehead, brushing his soft locks to the side before you let your hand drop to his chest again. Thumb brushing over one perked nipple, a hiss drawing from between his teeth. You flick it, softly, feeling his hands tighten on you as a soft, sweet whimper leaves his blessed lips. A sound so beautiful you wish you could record it, your favorite song. 

"Lay back, baby," Whispering in his ear, sending a shiver to rake through his body. He obeys, back hitting the mattress and eyes closing. You run your hands down, teasing him with just your fingertips as you draw out small gasps and heavy breaths from him below you. Taking the opportunity, you grind your hips down on him, rubbing your clothed heat against his leaking dick. A moan slipping from your lips from just the feeling of how hard he was for you, how much he wanted to be fucked by you. Rafayel cried out, eyes screwing tighter shut as he arched his back, trying to get even more friction any way he can.

"Mm, please," He whined, thrusting his hips up in an attempt to meet yours, but you pull away before he could make contact.

"Please, what?" You coax, knowing this would only make the blush on his face deepen. While Rafayel took his time to whine and wiggle in protest, you sink to your knees on the floor. Fingers tracing between his thighs as you push them apart, getting a glimpse of his pretty pink panties that held his needy cock. Peeking an eye open he glanced down at you, brows creased as he watched you plant a single kiss to the skin of his thigh.

"I'm waiting," You remind him, fingers playing with the hem of his stockings, curling under softly and letting it snap back onto his skin. 

"Please..." Rafayel pauses, breathing in deeply as he stares into your eyes. "Master..." Word so soft you almost didn't catch it, but as it rings through your ears something ignites deep in your core. Pushing his skirt up, bunching it at his thin, slutty waist, you waste no time to touch him.

Cupping his member through his now sheer panties you feel him shudder, pearls of precum leaking from his pretty tip. You stroke him once, a soft moan slipping from him as his thighs tighten around you. Already so touch starved and you haven't even gotten started yet. Swiping a thumb over his tip Rafayel tries to lift his hips, desperate, already so close to cumming for you, but with your other hand you hold him still, wanting to draw everything you can out of him.

"Not yet, baby," You mumble before leaning down, placing a firm kiss to his throbbing cock. "I've barely had any fun yet." Placing another, you hear your boyfriend stutter out a moan, the slick wetness of his groin collecting on your lips. It made you drool, just the taste of him sending your brain into a frenzy.

Flattening your tongue, you lick a fat stripe up his shaft, his fingers curling in the sheets, hips attempting to rock forward. He didn't make it far, bumping onto your outstretched tongue once before you held him back down. He whined in protest, high pitch and defiant, but slowly washing out into another moan as you lick one more stripe. 

"Please, please please!" He cried out, head falling back onto the plush bed. You wanted to laugh at how cute he sounded, how his whimpers and whines only wanted to make you torture him even more. But you wrapped your lips around his leaky head, tongue brushing over his clothed slit as you lapped up his precum through the fabric. Rafayel choked out a cry, body jumping as one of his hands threaded through your hair. Now, you had him right where you wanted him. 

"Taste so fucking good for me, baby, you know that?" Lips brushing on his cock as you spoke, low and sultry to make his head meddle into mush. He only cried in response, shifting under you as to coax you into pleasing him more. You obliged, humming as you wrapped your lips around him once more, drooling on his dick, his panties completely soaked in the front. Other hand coming up to caress his balls, granting a high pitch whine from him as his fingers tug at your scalp. You could feel how close he was. How much he aches for release from the way your mouth was flooding with his wetness. The way his balls tightened, and the vein running along the underside of his shaft throbbed. 

"Cum-!" He cried out, words dying on his tongue, mixing with a moan as his hips jutted forward, pressing your face directly onto his cock, forcing you to smell the musky scent of his skin and arousal. You could hear how quick his breaths were becoming, almost on the verge of hyperventilating.

"Not yet fishy. Hold out a little more," You hum onto his sensitive skin. Tongue massaging his cock from base all the way up to his head. You slurp at his slit, sucking down everything he had to offer as he tried to hold back his release, the lewd sound buzzing off of the walls. You could feel your arousal dripping down your thighs, soaking through your underwear at just him alone. It didn't matter if you came tonight, you just needed to string out as many orgasms from him as you could until the sun rose, the image of him cumming for you was enough to get you off.

"C-can't! Can't hold-!" Rafayel cries, back arching as his hand falls from your hair and back to the sheets below. Releasing him, you lean back, hand still stroking him as you watch in awe at his cock twitch, tip an angry shade of pink as he tried to hold himself back. 

"Cum for me baby," You whisper, eyes never leaving him as your hand moves faster, forcing him to reach his peak. 

Rafayel wastes no time, a deep moan growling from his chest as his eyes roll so far back you swear he could see his own brain. His beautiful cock twitches once, twice, then you watch as his milky cum spurts out of his tip. Soaking his panties even more, dripping through the fabric and onto his pelvis. You want to lap it up, drink whatever he has to offer, but that wasn't the plan for tonight. His mouth the perfect O shape as his moans drowned out to silent gasps of breath.

As he slowly calms down, only thing left was him twitching beneath you, you never released him. Still stroking him, milking his cock dry, sending spasms through his body with every stroke. You don't allow his cock to soften, pumping him until his shaft swelled and thickened once more.

"You did so well," You praise, other hand coming to stroke his soft thigh. "Do you think you can do one more for me?" Voice silky, hoping he would grant you your wishes. With a weak nod, you see him bob his head, chest inflating and deflating with every breath. 

You waste no time pulling his spent panties down his legs, freeing him completely. Slick and wet cock, shining in the lights of his room. Your hand returns, pumping him, not satisfied until you see those pearls dribble down from his slit. He squirmed, thighs jumping, abs flexing as he threw his head back onto the bed again.

"Ah-!" Your lover cries out, hand coming to push yours away from his sensitive member. Swatting his hand away, it only drives you further, feeling him twitch in the palm of your hand, watching the first beads drip down his shaft. 

"I want you to ride me, baby. Can you do that for me?" You push off of him, standing to your feet and strip. Cool air kissing your skin as you lay on the mattress. Reaching your hand to your nightstand and pulling open the drawer, your fingers clasping over a bottle of lube and your pink opal strap on. You slip it over your hips and reach out to your pink faced boyfriend. With shaky arms, Rafayel crawls to you, still huffing out hot air, cock stiff and leaking as he settles on your lap.

The dildo pressed to his backside, your hands come down and kneed his ass cheeks. Two full handfuls as you massage them, soothing him as he made himself comfortable on your thighs. His hands coming to rest on your waist, holding him steady as you fondle him, fingers giving you a small but loving squeeze as his eyes bore into yours. Vibrant irises swirling with color, lust, and affection - moments like these made you realize just how much you loved this man. After a beat, you released him, hands finding the bottle of lube and coating your fingers.

"Are you ready, my fishy?" He nods, bobbing his head as he lifts himself off of you just enough for you to reach around. Fingers graze over his hole and you feel him clench, a small hiss at the sudden liquid. Your free hand hold onto his hip, squeezing it to let him know you would take care of him, that he is safe. Rafayel and you have used your strap a few times, him slowly warming up to it more and more but every time you started you could see the nervousness in his pretty eyes. "I have you," You promise, easing a finger through his tight ring of muscle. He relaxes, letting out a breath, allowing you to sink in deeper. He was so warm, wishing you had an actual cock so you can feel what it was like to be inside of him, feeling your own personal heaven.

He whines from above you, shifting his hips to let you know he wanted more. You reach another finger in, him relaxing more, taking your fingers to the base. You give him a moment to adjust, watching his face intently for any signs of discomfort or rejection. But the only thing you can find is his glossy pink lips parting, tongue darting out to swipe at them and his lust filled eyes calling out to you.

"More," Voice clear, almost demanding as he moves his hips, grinding back onto your hand. You oblige happily, pulling them out almost completely before thrusting them back in. He grants you a moan, eyes fluttering shut, his hair brushing along his cheeks as he tips his head forward. 

"Already such a mess and I haven't even fucked you yet, someone is a needy boy tonight," You coo, thumb brushing against his hip as you thrust your fingers into him again, this time curling them. 

"N-need you in me, M-Master!" Rafayel cries out, thrusting forward into the air between you. You don't waste any time, pulling your slicked up finger out and coating your fake cock with lube. No matter how much you wanted to push him down and fuck his brains out you knew you had to be patient, just for a little longer at least.

"Go slow," You soothed, holding his clothed hip firm as he slowly eased himself onto your fake cock. You watch as his mouth falls open, the tip of it sliding in his hole as he slowly sunk deeper until he consumed it to the hilt. His skin on yours was hot and damp, a light layer of sweat glowing on his skin as you watch him breathe in and out. 

Rafayel recovered in seconds, rising his hips before letting them fall back down, skin slapping on skin. You watch as he takes his bottom lip between his teeth to conceal his noises, those delicious sounds he kept from you. 

He rose his hips again, stiff cock slapping on your tummy as he fell back down, bobbing the hem of his skirt, dribbling his precum on your silky skin. When he rose once more you watch the thin string connect from your stomach to his head snap, before another bead rolled down his swollen shaft. You raised your hand and placed a hard smack to his ass cheek.

"F-fuck, ah!" Rafayel gasps out, shaky body lurching forward. You take the opportunity to shift your hips under him, hands coming to his waist so you can take control. One thrust, his sweet, beautiful cries ring out. Eyes closed, his flush spreading to his broad chest, looking ethereal and fucked out. 

"So pretty for me," You breathe, caressing his skin as you fuck up into him again, faster. He hummed in response, brain foggy and only filled with sex, not able to form words. 

The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the space around you, both of your moans clouding your mind as you give your all to your lover. Watching his godlike body crumble over every small touch you grant him, every twitch of his weeping cock as it smacked against your skin leaving behind marks of his love for you. You wanted nothing more than to watch him come undone, paint your body as you feel him shake with pleasure on top of you.

"Close-" Your lover shivers out, hands coming to hold you tight as he squeezed his eyes shut. You bless him with another spank, it ringing off of the walls as he falls to your chest, arms giving out beneath him. 

"Yeah? I want you to cum for me, fishy," You whisper in his ear, hot breath fanning down his neck and making him groan. That was enough to send him over the edge, a string of high pitch moans falling from his beautiful lips as you feel him twitch twice, then his warm, hot liquid seep between your bodies. You don't stop, slowing your hips to lazy thrusts until every last drop drained from his balls, every spurt met with its own thrust. Sweaty forehead nestled in the crook of your neck as he cries, lips pressed to your skin, hands grabbing you wherever he can, rubbing his softening cock against your body. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close to your chest as you ride out his high with him. 

Slowly, your boyfriend stills, hips jerking once before settling quietly in your arms, breath fanning over your skin as he fights to control himself. You ease out of him, earning a hiss in response, but once you're out he bares his full weight onto you, crushing you beneath him onto the bed. You kiss him, lips brushing on his temple as you feel his rapid heart beat against your chest. 

"You did so well for me, baby," Cooing as you pet his dam hair. 

"Well obviously," His cocky attitude returning in no time as he huffed out of breath, making you laugh out loud with how ridiculous he could be at times. 

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Unexpected

Pairing: Sukuna Ryomen/Yūji Itadori x f!Reader Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, fucking, Sukuna (although he‘s kinda domesticated?lol) Plot: Honestly, no plot here, really.. Just Sukuna who takes over as he‘s fucking tired of watching Yūji fuck you.

Yūji pinned you down against the mattress. His hot body was pressed against yours. You flutter your eyes at him, biting your lower lip. He looked good; his hair clung to his forehead, and his broad chest glistened as the street lamps illuminated your room. 

He dipped his head to the crook of your neck, breathing heavily as he bottomed out in a single thrust. Your wet cunt clamped down around his cock almost as if you tried to suck him in even deeper, "I needed this so much,"

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, lips pressing against his temple, "you always work so hard,"

Your fingertips ran over his back, making him shiver beneath your touch, "(Y/N), you feel so good,"

A whiny moan spilled over your lips as his teeth dragged over your neck, biting into your flesh. Your legs trembled as his cock grew, filling you up in a way he usually couldn't. 

"Y-Yūji," you breathed, and a low chuckle vibrated in his chest, making you widen your eyes. You knew that devilish chuckle and knew very well that it didn't belong to your beloved boyfriend. He parted ever so slightly, just enough to stare down at you. Your brows furrowed as your gaze fixed on his black markings.

"Yūji," your voice was loud, demanding as you hoped to reach your boyfriend. 

"Oi, don't say that brat's name," Sukuna commanded, looking down at you as if you were his prey. His fangs showed as his lips tugged into a sly grin, his eyes roaming over your exposed chest, "not bad,"

"Yūji, I'm sorry," you muttered. Your hand came up, slamming against his cheek, hoping to get your boyfriend back to reality.

"Careful, little one, better not get on my bad side," he growled, his red eyes glowing. He pinned you down by your neck, "he won't come back for a while,"

"W-what," your gaze found his.

"I'm having my turn with you," he stated, "so stop hiding,"

He pinned your arms down by your wrists just above your head while his other hand was still firmly on your neck, "besides, what's the point of hiding if I'm already inside you?"

You felt your cheeks heat up, wondering how you could ignore the sheer size of his thick length stretching you out. Just like his appearance differed from Yūji's, his cock seemed to be different too. It felt better than you would've liked to admit.

Sukuna thrust his hip against yours, earning a strangled moan. There was a hint of amusement in his eyes as he stared you down, "feels good, huh?"

"Better than that brat," he groaned as he pounded into your wet heat.

"Fu-uck, S-Sukuna," you moaned, hands coming up and gripping his shoulders. Your nails dug into his skin as you were holding on for dear life. Your small bedroom was filled with lewd sounds as your moans, his groans, and the way his balls slapped against your skin echoed off the walls.

Sukuna leaned down, lips feverishly clashing against yours before he forced his tongue past your lips. You moaned into the kiss, which only spurred him on more. He was sick of watching Yūji fuck you like he didn't know what he was doing. It made him rage, being only a matter of time before he'd eventually take over. Just like he did now.

"Damn, you're freaking tight," he said through gritted teeth.

"You're enjoying yourself a bit too much, ay," he chuckled lowly, "that brat's going to be jealous,"

Your eyes snapped open as you looked at him, "w-what?"

"He's watching," Sukuna smirked before his head dipped into the crook of your neck, "he's seeing all of this,"

Your walls tightened around his girth, earning another low chuckle, "you like that? What a slut,"

His tongue slipped past his lips, running over your bruised neck. He bit down, his fangs digging into your flesh, almost drawing blood. The sheer sting sent shockwaves through your body as you felt your orgasm approach, "c-close,"

"I know," he groaned against the crook of your neck before he propped himself up. He hooked his hands on your thighs, pushing them until your knees met your chest. Sukuna enjoyed how you looked all folded up, boobs pressed together, face flushed as you looked at him through half-lidded eyes.

He reached an even deeper spot with the new position, his tip hitting against your cervix as he slammed his hips against yours. You felt that tight coil snap as you were pushed over your edge, legs trembling, head thrown back as you turned into putty beneath him.

"P-please slow down," your voice was slightly above a whisper, "please,"

"If you're asking this nicely," Sukuna watched you with an amused expression as your body jerked and jolted as you came down from your high. He dropped your legs, his large hands rummaging over your body before they settled on your boobs. 

You gasped as his claws moved over your buds, arching your back and pushing your chest into his touch. He was thrusting into you steadily, not as brutally as previously. Sukuna wanted to have fun after all. Suddenly, you felt a wet sensation on your buds. The mouths in the palms of his hands were toying with your nips, licking and biting them with his sharp fangs.

You were squirming beneath him, and he loved it. Your hands came up, wrapping around his wrists.

"S-Sukuna," you whined, feeling like another orgasm will wash over you.

"Huh, that sensitive,"his cock was buried deep inside you, and he could feel your walls clamp around his length, "gonna cum again for me?"

With a hard thrust, you came again, and he felt how you spasmed around him. Your nails dug into his wrists, back arching only to push his cock deeper into your cunt. You were a mess already, trembling beneath him. 

"You seem to enjoy that he's watching you,"  Sukuna smirked, "do you like that he sees you getting fucked like a whore?"

"S-shut up," you breathed.

"What did you say," he asked, cocking a brow at you as he picked up his pace, rutting into your wet heat.

"T-too much," you moaned, "fuck,"

"Then, you better watch your mouth," he grunted, bringing his hand up to your neck. He lowered his head, tongue dragging over the marks before he bit down, earning a whimper as you felt overstimulated - overused as he fucked you stupid.

Your arms snaked around his shoulders, legs wrapping around his hips. You couldn't think about anything but him. The way his cock stretched you out so perfectly, the way his fangs sank into your skin, how he groaned in such a lustful way, "g-gonna cum,"

His grip around your neck tightened as he neared his orgasm, breathing and groaning heavily as his primal instincts took over. "Shit, want me to fill you up, huh? "

He felt you nod against him. With a smirk, he snapped his hips against yours before he came with a loud groan, painting your insides white as your walls milked him dry. He collapsed onto you, head still buried in the crook of your neck. All the while, you tried to catch your breath. 

"(Y/N), are you alright," although it was low and husky, you knew very well who that voice belonged to. He parted slightly, and your lips flicked into a smile as you noted that the markings were gone. Yūji looked at you worriedly, relaxing once you gave him a reassuring nod.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a lustful kiss.

[callsignavalon]

i wanna take you there

logan x reader

warnings: established relationship, no protection, literally no plot and all smut

(this has been in the drafts for years and i stumbled across it when i was going through my google docs & it’s literally perfect because who doesn’t want logan?)

Logan’s kissing you and you’re kissing him and it’s explosive and chaotic and you can feel it in your bones, feel it gather in your stomach and curl up your spine and tear the breath from the back of your throat. His hands are warm, warm and calloused and familiar and tight on your hips, your palms sliding over the broad expanse of his chest, his body pressed up against yours, hard and strong and safe—

Your head tips back as the kiss deepens, rough and slow and building, spreading like wildfire and lighting every single nerve in your body, fueling the needy ache of anticipation deep in your abdomen. His hand drags through your hair, brushes over your cheek and the curve of your jaw and slides up under your shirt, callouses scratching against your skin. He’s being so gentle—so careful, like you’re glass, like you’re fragile, like you’re liable to break—which is stupid and pointless and so very, very true, because as his teeth scrape ever-so-slightly over your bottom lip you know with startling certainty that you are going to collapse--

You wrap a hand around the back of his neck, grip the collar of his plaid button-down in a small, white-knuckled fist and tug him closer, curving your body against his, and he makes a sound between a growl and a moan and moves his hand farther up under your blouse and when he thumbs over your nipples through one thin, sheer layer of fabric your skin becomes electric, a low pulsing throbbing rhythm that spreads through your entire body. And then Logan breaks the kiss and he looks at you and he’s saying fuck I want to touch you baby and you’re saying yes yes yes Logan please, and then his hand moves down, down over the muscle of your thigh, and he pushes your skirt up,out of the way,and you’re choking out a sound you’ve never made before. His mouth trails down over your neck, nipping and sucking and kissing the delicate skin of your throat, his breath coming hard but steady, and you’re leaning against his shoulder, anticipation very nearly setting your entire body on fire. And then—and then you can feel him, feel his fingers through your panties, moving in a tight, irregular rhythm against your clit, and it’s maddening, the slip and slide of damp cotton not enough pressure, not enough friction, not nearly enough—

Your muscles are locked, as his finger sneaks under the edge of your panties, and his nail scrapes just a little at your skin, not enough to hurt but enough to wring a whimper from the back of your throat. Logan chuckles, and you can feel it, the sound deep and rough and warm and vibrating in his chest. And when he moves his hand again, he rubs a tight, slick circle around your clit, just one, and your muscles tense up, and your thighs fucking quiver, and he nips your earlobe and then does it again and again and again—

“Fuck Logan oh my God right there please yes fuck oh god Logan.”

When you come it’s short and sweet, a flash of everything gone hot and white and good, and Logan catches your eyes and doesn’t look away the whole time, doesn’t let you look away, either. You don’t think you could even if you wanted to, even if you had to, because the way he’s staring at you—it’s like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, and it makes your blood run hot and fierce in your veins and it makes you want him.

You reach up and you’re tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling him down into a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth, and Logan’s dragging his thumb over your clit, groaning into your mouth when you grind into his hand and the bulge of his cock in his jeans. He guides you back with his hand on your hip, and then the backs of your knees hit the bed and you’re stumbling, off balance, falling back onto the blankets. You drag yourself further up the bed on your elbows and watch as he works on the buttons of his shirt, tugging off the sleeves and letting it fall to the floor, and—

You stare.

Because Logan is tall and muscular and powerful, and there’s a strength written into the lines of his body that makes you shiver—he’s broad and dark and barrel-chested and impossibly perfect and the way he’s watching you makes you feel like you’re on fire.

You’re tugging your blouse up over your head and then he’s there, Logan is right there, tossing it to the side and unclasping your bra—Jeez, you’re fuckin’ perfect, baby, fuck—and then his hands move down and he’s tugging off your skirt and panties in one smooth motion—so goddamn sexy, I swear to god—he kicks off his jeans with that same brutal efficiency, not bothering to let go of you, or not wanting to, his hands kneading your breasts and your hips and your ass, like he can’t decide, like he needs to touch you everywhere, all at once.

Logan kisses you, eases you down onto the bed and then he stares, his eyes clear and hot as his gaze rakes over your body, makes you squirm with the intensity of it, a light flush spreading like wildfire over your cheeks. A smile stretches across his mouth, crooked and dirty and deliberate, and then he places his forearms on either side of your head and his muscles are bunched up and solid as he holds himself over you.

“Darlin,” Logan murmurs, his voice urgent, his cock hard and thick and heavy between your thighs.

There is a long electric moment when your eyes meet, clashing and dilated and filled with want—

Logan pushes into you with one long, slow stroke, and his gaze is locked on yours the entire time.

And it’s—

It hurts, yeah, because he’s big, but it’s more than that, because you feel full and stretched and there’s something helplessly, hopelessly erotic about how Logan’s eyes never fucking leave yours, not for a second. He stills and he grits his teeth and he groans out, “Fuck,” and you consume the word as his hips stutter and rock into yours, spark little flares of pleasure that make you tremble underneath him. And then he starts to move, starts to find a slow, nearly painful rhythm and your breaths are coming out in little gasps and the warmth of his body is suffocating, his eyes still locked on yours—fuck, fuck,I’m not gonna last—and then you lean up and you kiss down beneath his jaw and then follow up with your teeth and he jerks like he’s been struck by a live wire—god yes feel so fucking good, baby—

The angle changes, just slightly, but then Logan is hitting something inside of you that makes your nerves light on fire, and there’s a pressure building up in your stomach that’s hot and blinding and it makes your muscles tremble, your hips rock against his almost of their own volition. He groans your name and you can feel it, your body taut and tense and waiting for the thunderous fucking wave of something that threatens to drown you both—and then Logan’s looking at you and you’re looking at him and it’s intense and powerful and fucking catastrophic and that’s finally enough to break you both open.

Logan leans down and his eyes are brown and flecked with gold and his pupils are blown wide and he’s saying something, he’s saying something and it’s low and tight and hurried and perfect—

“I love you. I love you, I—fucking hell, baby, fuck—“

“Logan—God, I’m—“

Everything goes hot and white and your body trembles with the force of it, muscles clenching and fluttering and then Logan makes a low, harsh desperate noise against your neck and gives one last deep thrust and then makes a sound like he’s drowning and coming up for air at the same time. And he’s rolling over, pulling you close to him and his grip is crushingly tight, his face buried in the crook of your neck, holding onto you like you might disappear at any second.

Everything seems to slow down for a while.

When the pieces come back together you’re still lying there, and you’re shaky and your breath is coming rough. Logan’s grip is still tight around you, and he doesn’t react when you shift slightly. In the new, strange quiet, you wrap your arms around his neck and lean against his chest. Logan lets out a long, shuddering breath, his chin resting on your head. You stay that way for a long time.

“You know I love you, too, right?” you say finally, your voice quiet and small.

Logan chuckles, and kisses the top of your head. “Yeah.”

[i-smoke-chapstick]

can you write gotham ozzie x reader?? like, their first time together and all; smut obviously, but with kinda feelings (we respect our emotional short king)

‘OFF TO THE RACES,

-GOTHAM!OSWALD COBBLEPOT X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Oswald embraces his rather crude interests.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!oswald x female reader. SMUT! (with feelings) PORN WITH (some) PLOT! I can’t stop writing oswald smut fics to lana del rey songs. Oswald being soft,,,and a bit rough. He’s a gangster, after all.

♫ “My old man is a bad man, but I can't deny the way he holds my hand / You are my one true love” Off To The Races by Lana Del Rey

You stare at him from across the table. God, you love this place, and you know he does too. His luxurious mansion and a banquet full of food parallel to you.

It feels like home to you two. And he’s been riding on a high ever since the both of you aknowledged your feelings. He still remembers it like yesterday- the way your eyes lit up. The way this feeling of sheer adoration, love, admiration; was reciprocated.

But somethings different tonight. You can’t quite place it. He’s at least eight feet away from you, fidgeting with his cain like how he did before you admitted your feelings to eachother. He’s stuck in his own head, and a blush dusts his perfect freckled face. He refuses to meet your gaze, and in his other hand, he lazily stirs a glass of brandy in his palm. Every now and then, you catch him looking into the swirls of the glass.

It surprised you, how much he drinks when somethings on his mind. Not to mention, he typically didn’t ask you to dinner like this. No, not now that the two of you were dating. This type of behavior was reserved for those flustered days beforehand- not now.

Your almost scared he’s going to break up with you. Let you go. Do something rash. Does he think you betrayed him or something…?

You tap your fingers along the side of the table. The food infront of you has gone uneaten, both of you anxious.

Finally, his blue-green eyes look up- and he clears his throat. He looks at you through dazed, hooded eyes. He’s obviously a bit tipsy from his drink, but not over confident. You almost jump at the sound of him. You cross your fingers and pray for the best.

He stares at you and his eyes narrow, feigning confidence. But in a way, his lip quivers, betraying how nervous he is to speak.

“Y/N. A man comes to a crossroads in his life, and he has to make a choice. Does he choose safety and cowardice, or…does he opt for courage, and risk everything?”

You take a beat as you follow his words. It almost sounds rehearsed. Just what the hell was he saying?

You can audibly hear him swallow.

“A man, ahem, also has…needs. So to speak.” He clears his throat again. “I choose courage. What I’m trying to say is-“ He sucks his teeth, almost rolling his eyes at himself. “The thing I’ve been wanting to ask you all day long is…”

His voice gets caught in his throat like a fish out of water. He continues to stare at you incredulously, almost horrified with himself for not being able to speak. You go to prompt him- before the dots connect in your head. The crimson blush on his cheeks. The fidgeting.

A man has needs.

You let out a loud bark of laughter, interrupting his crestfallen scilence. He immediately looks even more terrified, mouth opening and closing in surprise at your outburst.

“Y/N!” He tries to reprimand you, but it wavers. He’s flustered beyond belief, sure he’s made a fool of himself. “Why are you laughing?!” He weakly demands, a clear expression of dread on his beautiful face.

Through soft chuckles, your laugh dies down. “Are you asking to sleep with me, Oz?”

He’s rendered slack-jawed at the bluntness of your response. He immediately goes to defend himself, as to not sound offensive or vulgar.

“What?!? No-“ He quickly denies, before catching his breath and closing his eyes in a huff. “Yes.” He says quietly through gritted teeth.

It makes you chuckle again, and if his pale skin could get any redder it would. He glares at you now, obviously feeling a bit rejected.

“Okay, well you don’t have to laugh!” He squawks. The grip on his drink is so tight you can see his knuckles go white.

You realize that laughing might not have been the best idea. But you can’t help it. The man set up a dinner to ask his own girlfriend to sleep with him. It’s…sweet. Very gentlemanly. You flash him a smile.

“No, Oz. Trust me, I want to. It’s just…we are together now. You don’t have to ask me to dinner like you’re courting me in the 1800s. If you want to have sex, just say so.”

He’s stunned into scilence, obviously still a bit embarassed. He wants to explain himself. That he isn’t used to this. That he doesn’t want to offend you. He doesn’t want to lose you.

You realize you might have to make all the first moves for now. You quickly stand up from your seat at the table, and he watches your every move like a hawk.

“What are you-“ He goes to ask- before you stand over him. You offer him your hand, and nod.

“Bedroom.” You lower your voice to a whisper. Through utterly confused and stunned brows, he stares at you, before standing up in a hurry. He smooths his suit jacket down and spins his cane in his hand; quickly following you in a hurry out the dining room.

It started painfully slow, his hands messily stripping you of your clothes. His nose bumped into yours while the two of you kissed, his teeth clashing against you in a desperate and needy attempt to be closer. But you knew- every moment and kiss and too gentle peck placed against your skin was all out of love.

He got hard almost embarrassingly fast, and he knew it. But how could he help himself? The woman he loved was about to open her legs for him. You two were going to become one. What could be more fitting for his one true love? The amount of pleasure the act could bring you both had been on his mind for days. But he couldn’t necessarily just…ask for it. For one, it was embarrassing. And two, he’s fairly inexpirenced. That much he was sure everyone could see.

His lips ghosted over every inch of your skin, kissing you like his life depended on it. He worshipped you, eyes widening when you laid bare before him. He took in the sight, mouth agape as he stared intently at every curve of your body. You shuffled needily under his gaze, and felt his cool hand trace a long stripe down your chest to your slit.

You gasped when he inserted a finger suddenly. Without giving you time to adjust, he musters a pitiful “I’m sorry,” in a whisper. Oh, you can see right through him. He’s not sorry at all. He’s been waiting for this on the edge of his seat for the past week, you’re sure. And you’re happy to give it to him. Especially when his hand reaches a spot inside of you that makes you mewl underneath him.

The sound of your wet slick fills the room. You can tell he’s smiling at the sound, confidence finally spurring him on.

He hums at you underneath him, and quickly undoes his trousers in a much less elegant fashion than he had undressed you. No, now all of his moments are hard and fast. He keeps his suit jacket on, keeping himself clothed. You don’t see his cock, but you feel it peirce you in a swift movement.

The both of you let out an embarrassingly loud moan at this. You pray Olga is in a room much farther away.

He buries his face into the crook of your neck, soft grunts following as he thrusts slowwwww. You thread your hands in his hair and trace the light muscles in his back, and you hear him panting. He’s already getting close.

Only a few more seconds pass, before his whole body stills- and you know he’s cumming inside you. He becomes rigid in your hold, his hands grasping at the sheets and your body hard. You let out a yelp at the bruising grip, and feel his load in between your thighs as he slips out of you.

He lets out another series of “I’m sorry”’s, and these are much more genuine. He can’t bare to look at you, finishing so quickly. But you felt so good. So tight. And he hasn’t done… this in a long time.

You gently shush him, and feel him press soft ghosts of kisses to your head. Oh, he’s embarrassed. Let him catch his breath.

A few more moments pass and he’s lifting himself up on his elbows, looking down at you.

Your confused as to why he’s staring until he enters you again.

He places his forehead against your own, eyes closing. He gasps, sweat tainting his brow. You let out a loud moan at the feeling of being stretched out again- you know this must hurt for him. He must be overstimulated beyond belief. Not to mention how quickly he got hard again.

…But you think a part of him loves this. The feeling of his partner clenching around him, the feeling of the walls of your cunt grasping onto his cock. It makes him feel needed. The joining of your bodies and minds. After this, he is yours for eternity; like a dog on a leash. Just as you are his.

Prepare yourself, this is just the begginning. He intends to stay up all night claiming you like this, for many more nights to come.

[ellieswrldd]

trust me?

kinktober day 1 - blindfold

pairing: ellie williams x f!reader

summary: ellie wants to try something new.

content warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI, porn without a plot, use of a blindfold on reader, fingering (r!receiving), use of baby & babe

a/n: my very first kinktober post (omg) so excited for this month…just a quick disclaimer that i am using a kinktober prompt list that i made myself! you can take a look at my profile if you'd like to see what prompts ill be doing :)

Her question came out of the blue. She lay beside you on her bed, hand trailing up and down your side slowly. Her kisses were lazy and tantalizingly slow as if she was trying to get you worked up. Ellie's hand slid past the waistband of your shorts, fingertips just brushing past your clothed clit and eliciting a soft gasp from your lips. "Do you trust me?" Ellie murmured, her lips kissing the outer part of your ear. She cupped your pussy with one hand, the other tracing along your jawline. "What?" You breathed, slightly confused at her question. "I asked you if you trust me." "Yes, always." You bit your lip and looked at her with a half-lidded gaze. With your confirmation, Ellie pulled away from you. Your brows furrowed together as you watched her leave the bed and rummage through the drawer of her nightstand. "What are you doing?" You tilted your head slightly. Ellie pulled a long, black strip of fabric from the draw and turned back to you. "You said you trust me, yeah?" She pushed your chin up with her index finger to meet your eyes. You nodded slowly. "Wear this for me then." Ellie gently brought the dark blindfold to your eyes, hesitating for a second to see if you would deny her before tying it in a knot behind your head. With your vision blackened by the blindfold, you were forced to rely on the sounds Ellie made and the feeling of her fingers on your skin to lead you. You felt her fingers on your arms first, running up and down the exposed skin. Then the warmth of her hands was on your waist, tugging your shirt up and revealing your chest. "Lay back, baby." She said, her voice husky. You let out a soft breath and fell back onto the bed. Ellie's coarse fingertips trailed down the valley between your exposed breasts, stopping just above your belly button. "You look so pretty like this..." "Ellie," You sighed as you felt her lips kiss your stomach. The kisses were feather-light at first, just sweet little pecks along the smooth expanse of your torso, but they quickly turned into heated love bites. Her teeth nipped and sucked at your skin, causing you to squirm underneath her. Almost teasingly, she dragged your shorts down your legs, leaving you completely bare save your thin panties. "Please, Ellie," You whimpered when you eventually felt her mouth against the warm flesh of your inner thighs. It frustrated you, not being able to watch her movements, being left completely oblivious to what she planned on doing next, but you knew that was why she was so keen on doing this.

"Please what? What do you want babe?" She chuckled as her fingers ghosted along your thighs. "Please touch me, Els..." You whined. "Where? Show me where you want me to touch you, baby." Blindly, you slid your hand down your stomach until your fingers ran along your wet slit, covered by your sheer panties. "Here, please, I need it," You let out a shaky breath. Ellie laughed softly and pulled your underwear off in one quick tug. You waited in anticipation for her touch, breathing deeply as you lay there. The first touch was electric, enough to drag a breathy moan from your mouth. Her thumb circled your sensitive clit, causing your hips to jolt up. "So wet 'n I've barely touched you," You felt Ellie's hot breath fan across your skin as she laughed. She slid a finger up along your cunt, marveling at how your body reacted so easily to her touch. "Mmh," You moaned in response when Ellie pushed a finger into you, her digit entering your slick cunt without resistance. Her fingers were curling inside of you relentlessly in no time, her raspy voice egging you on as she brought you nearer to climax. As much as you were enjoying the pleasure she was giving you, you yearned to see her. "E-Ellie let me take the blindfold off," You gasped as her fingers pushed against that spot inside of you that made your legs shake. "Not yet." She said sternly and you could practically see the smirk on her face by the way she spoke alone. "M'gonna cum please," A choked sob came from your lips as you felt the pressure in your stomach begin to build.

“Just a little bit longer baby, you can do it.” A finger began rubbing circles on your clit.

“I can’t— Ellie!” You cried out and arched your back as an intense pleasure exploded within you. You trembled slightly as your orgasm flowed throughout your body, gripping the bedsheets tightly with each wave of pleasure.

Once your intense orgasm faded, you reached up and fumbled with the blindfold, pulling it off your eyes.

You stared at Ellie. She looked up at you with half-lidded eyes and a playful smirk, her hair slightly disheveled as she sat in between your legs next to the edge of the bed.

“Who said you could take the blindfold off? I’m not done, babe.” Ellie grinned as she grabbed your legs and placed them on her shoulders.

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tag list: @ellabsprincess @ximtiredx @asteroidzzzn @ihartellie

[teaberrii]

Chapter 26: Where it Ends

You've been Cupid for as long as you can remember. You've brought countless soulmates together, yet you've never found love.

When you're assigned to bring two childhood friends back together, it should be simple until you unexpectedly catch feelings for the mysterious and cold Ph.D. student, Dan Heng, the man with a soulmate… the man with answers to your past.

Dan Heng/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

“You should’ve come to me years ago with this proposal,” Jing Yuan said flatly. “I would’ve accepted it on the spot. But now, I think you're out of your mind."

Young’s eyes flashed in the dark. “You can’t hide your real identity forever, Jing Yuan. If Mother's plan goes through, whose side are you going to take? Will you expose Mother and her ugly lies? Or, will you continue living amongst the humans who cannot accept your real identity?"

Jing Yuan sucked in his teeth. "And what about you? You're the fucking heir to the Middle Kingdom. Don't tell me no one is going notice that you just suddenly vanished."

"...Which is why I plan to erase their memories."

"Erase their...?" Jing Yuan scoffed. "You're going to erase your existence? For a woman? Pathetic." When Young said nothing, Jing Yuan sighed. "I'll hear you out. Just make it fast."

Your body is slightly shaking. Young chose to die? You already hated your parents and society, but it was Young’s death that drove you over the edge. He had been your heart and soul, and he chose to die so you could continue living in the very society that robbed you of your happiness.

“That day…” you begin quietly. “You knew that your mother used a concealment spell. You knew that she thought Jing Yuan was going to kill me. You knew…” Your voice breaks as you say, “You were going to die.”

“...When the execution happened, it was supposed to trigger a spell to eventually wipe their memories of me.”

You take a small breath as you try to keep your mind sound. “And was that supposed to solve everything? You dying… Your mother believing I was dead… forgetting about you…" A pause. "No. When she tried to kill me, she remembered you.“

“That was not supposed to happen,” Young says quietly. “By then, the spell should already take effect, but I don't know what went wrong. The plan was to keep you alive… but also have Mother slowly let her hatred go.”

“That still doesn’t make sense!” You clench your fists. “You said she wanted to enslave the humans. Fine. But how was keeping me alive and forgetting about you supposed to stop that from happening?”

“Jing Yuan.”

“...Jing Yuan?”

“Jing Yuan came to the north to take revenge for what your parents did to his father. He and Mother share the same hatred. If Jing Yuan killed them, he could take control of the north. He’s also respected in the south.”

You scoff and look away. “He’d become the ruler of the Kingdoms. Is that it?”

Young puts his hands on your arms. “That’s why I needed his help. There would be no war. You would be ali—”

“I would be alive, yes,” you say through gritted teeth. “Jing Yuan eventually made my life a living hell. Even before you two came up with this little plan. I… I can’t—”

“Jing Yuan came to the north to kill your parents. But… because they’re your parents, he put off his plan.” Young briefly closes his eyes. “He fell in love with you.”

“Do you think I’m going to thank you?” There are tears in your eyes, and you clench your fists. “I loved you… I loved you so much that I cursed people. I bet you and Jing Yuan didn’t have that in your plans, did you? You thought I was just going to have a little heartbreak and then move on?" You glare at him. "Oh, wait. I guess I was supposed to forget about you, too."

Young wants to reach out to you but the sheer anger in your eyes tells him otherwise. “...What happened was beyond anything I could’ve imagined. It was not supposed to happen.”

“Well, I guess I’m just full of surprises, huh?” You take a small breath. “It’s too late to say this now. But, we should’ve fought. The war your mother wanted to happen… it should’ve happened. Then…” You can’t stop the tears from falling now. “...Perhaps we would’ve died together. That would’ve been the best outcome.” You aren’t looking at him anymore. “Did Jing Yuan know everything? About why you tied your soul to this locket?”

“...No. He never knew about any of the magic imbued in that locket.”

“Here’s another question. You asked Pom to put a protection spell on this locket. What was the point of that if you and Jing Yuan were working together in the first place?”

“This wasn’t something we were planning from the beginning. Jing Yuan and I were still enemies when I went to Pom.” Young slowly hugs you. “...I know you’re angry, and I’m sorry. I should’ve told you. I—”

You close your eyes and exhale softly. “Do you know what I’m most upset about? You know… besides the whole oh-my-God-I-literally-cursed-people?” You pull away and give him a little, sad smile. “It’s that you didn’t confide in me. Whatever your mother was planning… She could've been planning to summon the God of Death or King of Hell, but I wished you could’ve talked to me instead of trying to protect me by yourself.”

The look in Young’s eyes tells you he understands. 

But, maybe this is also fate.

Suddenly, your phone buzzes with a message.

Pom: Found Caelus!! At hospital!!! Get chur butts ova here.

By the time you and Young arrive at the hospital, you see Jing Yuan sitting in a waiting area with a bloody bandage on his arm. When he sees you, he only nods at a door where you assume Caelus is.

“What are you doing here?” you ask.

“That’s what I’m wondering myself,” Jing Yuan mutters. Then, he sighs loudly. “I knew I shouldn’t have taken that damn shortcut today.” Upon noticing Young staring at him, Jing Yuan slightly narrows his eyes. “Is there something on my face?”

“...It’s been a long time."

Jing Yuan raises a brow. “Not long enough for you to be saying that. What’s—”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Jing Yuan slid a hand into his pocket as he stared at his half-naked brother who would be dead in the next couple of hours. “Do you know I’ve had dreams about killing you? But looking at you now…” Jing Yuan sighed. “I’ve been too into my head about hating you.”

"You say this now when I'm going to die."

Jing Yuan crossed his arms. "We love the same woman, but you're literally dying for her. I don't know if I could top that."

Young looked down and smiled. "...Hard to say."

"How did you find out? That we were related?"

"My father. If he didn't tell me his story about him and Mother, I probably would never have found out." 

“What made you ask? Something must’ve prompted you.”

Then, Young quietly said your name.

“Were you really stupid enough to say her name in front of your father?”

“I told him there was a girl I love so much that I want to marry her. But… due to circumstances, it’s impossible for us to be together.” Jing Yuan looked away. “I couldn’t tell him everything… but after all that, he said I should marry out of love, something he never got to experience.”

“...And that got you asking questions,” Jing Yuan muttered. Then, out of curiosity, he asked, “Does he hate humans as much as Mother?”

“His hate does not run as deep as Mother’s, but the pain of the war that happened many years ago… that cannot be easily erased.”

“And here we are now…” Jing Yuan sighed. “If Mother had taken a different path… things would’ve turned out differently.”

Young scoffed with a small smile. “Yes. We'd be fighting over the same girl instead of trying to save her life.”

Jing Yuan put a hand on Young’s head. “We did fight over her, and in the end, she still chose you over me. Now, here I am… making her hate me even more as I kill my brother and the fucking man she loves. What a joke.”

“It’s not like you to cry.”

“I’m not!”

“Right. I’ll pretend I didn’t see anything.”

“Smartass.” When noises could be heard outside, Young heard his brother say his name. The half-dragon looked at his brother as he said, “...She won't forget about you, you know.” A small pause. “I won’t forget.”

“I liked you better when you were trying to assert your dominance.”

Jing Yuan glared at him. “Don’t make me walk out there with your head in my hands.”

Young looked down, and with a small, sad smile, he said, “It’s time, Brother.”

Jing Yuan stares at Young in shock, but before he can say a word, the door suddenly opens. Caelus’s father is the first one out followed by a nervous-looking Pom. As soon as Caelus’s father sees you, he frowns.

“...You.” He walks up. “What did you do to my son?”

Pom quickly slips between you and Caelus’s father. “Sir, it’s—”

“You’ve said enough,” Caelus’s father interrupts. “Now, move.” You don't get a chance to say anything as he shouts, "Explain why he keeps saying you're the reason why he's sick!"

Before Caelus’s father can grab you by the shoulders, Young quickly steps in, glaring at him. “Touch her, and you’ll be sorry.”

“Y’know,” Jing Yuan says, “I’d like to know why your son attacked me at the park. You don’t see me barging in there and grabbing at him.”

Caelus’s father glares at him. “He mentioned you as well. Something about you betraying him. How do you know my son?”

“...Dad.” Stelle comes out with Lan. “Stop.”

“I just want some answers, Stelle. I’m sure you do, too. Caelus isn’t supposed to be here! He’s—”

“He wanted to keep it a secret,” Lan says. “All of us”—he nods towards you—”we were looking for ways to help him because this cannot be solved using normal means.”

“How do you expect me to believe that my son is cursed? That is utterly ridiculous! I—”

“It’s true,” you say, and everyone turns. “...I was the one who cursed him.”

◆◆◆

A scream. A slash. A thud.

By now, the curse had taken over all three kingdoms. There was chaos and destruction at every corner. There was no order, no royals, and no titles. Everyone was strangely equal, but the situation still favoured those with wit and strength.

Just as Luocha pulled out his sword from the throat of an infected, he saw three of the infected swarm on top of a guard. Having no choice, Luocha fled and eventually sought shelter in his father’s room. The room still smelled like blood.

Luocha had just closed his eyes when he heard a light creak behind him. He spun around, his sword raised, and his eyes widened when he saw… you. He quietly said your name, nearly dropping his sword. A black veil covered half of your face, revealing nothing but your sharp eyes. Your clothes, a mix of white, gray, and black, were nothing like what the other women your age wore. Yours were fit for battle.

“How… Why are you here?” Luocha asked.

“I was curious.” You glanced at an ink-painted portrait of your family with bloody fingerprints all over. “...How everyone was doing.”

Luocha narrowed his eyes. “...You knew about everything that was going on."

“Stop trying to get a confession out of me, Luocha. Just say what you want to say.”

“You used magic… disguised yourself as Jing Yuan’s handmaiden and cursed our father.”

You looked down and chuckled. “I shouldn’t be surprised that you were the one to figure this all out. How long have you known?”

“For father’s health to suddenly deteriorate like that… it wasn't normal. After weeks of trying to treat him, I had a hunch this was because of black magic.”

“And from that, you suddenly decided that I was the one responsible?”

“No. Rather, I thought Jing Yuan was the one behind it. But, when his wife was cursed, I started to think it was you. I never thought you'd give up studying magic. You also had Young teaching you when he was alive.” Luocha walked up to you. “It’s been years, Sister, but you haven’t changed. At least, your thirst for knowledge never fails to surprise me.”

“Are you going to kill me? For killing Father?”

“You should’ve stopped there.” You glared at him, but Luocha didn’t back down. “Was Young so important that you had to get innocent people involved? He wouldn’t have wanted this to happen.”

Your sword was now at the side of his neck. “...Young was my happiness. Why should I continue living in the very society that turns a blind eye to injustice? What did we do that was so wrong? Young had every right to live as much as everyone else. Yet, his life was taken away, and for what? For me? Because of the political rivalry?” You scoffed. “I doubt we’re the first, and we won’t be the last.” Your blade drew closer. “...I want to end all of this political bullshit.”

Luocha was silent for a moment until he said, “And are you happy with the outcome?”

“I’m not finished.” Luocha briefly closed his eyes. Then, you quietly said, “I trusted you. Yet… when everything was happening, you did nothing.”

He could’ve preached that he was trying to protect you, but he knew he wasn't. Looking back, all he did was follow the status quo. So, he told you to stay away from Young, knowing well what would happen if you got caught. But, it wouldn’t be his fault. He warned you, after all. You just didn’t listen. Even when Jing Yuan banished you, Luocha remembered how he wanted to say something. But, what if he ended up getting banished with you? What would become of him? His status as a doctor? Would all of his hard work go to waste? Deep down, Luocha knew that he only wanted to protect himself.

A vial appeared in your hand. “I was saving this for you.”

“...Are you not going to use it?”

Then, you smiled wryly. “I don’t know… Who do I hate more? You or Jing Yuan? If you were Caelus or anyone else, I wouldn’t be having this conversation with you.”

Luocha suddenly grabbed your hand that was holding the vial. He popped the vial open, and the mist wasted no time snaking up the glass and into the air. “I may have failed you as a brother, but know that during the time you were gone, I always hoped you were well. And…” Luocha neither flinched nor stepped back as the mist swiftly crawled into his eyes. Suddenly, he dropped to his knees, and the sound of swords hit the ground. When Luocha looked at you, the whites of his eyes were already turning blood red. “...And that I was proud to have a sister like you.”

You watched your brother fall to the floor, his mouth opening and closing as if he were a fish out of water until someone said your name.

“I found him.”

You stood just as your brother turned eerily quiet. But, instead of answering Pom, you picked up your sword. With both hands, you held it over your brother.

Before Luocha could regain consciousness without any humanity left in him, you struck the sword through his heart.

Luocha has one hand on the sink, the other is clutching his heart as he stares at his reflection in the mirror. You had killed him to spare him from turning into a horrendous creature. But the pain remains. His heart feels as if it’s engulfed in flames. When he closes his eyes, he sees you and then collapses to the floor.

◆◆◆

“...My son is dying in there,” Caelus’s father says, pointing to the closed door. “Do something!”

Then, the rest of the group walks out of Caelus's room, and March closes the door behind her. “He's finally asleep,” she says.

The doctor who had taken over for Luocha looks as white as a sheet. “I don’t know how long the sedation will last given his current state. Let me try to get in touch with Doctor Luocha and see if he can come in to help.”

“...Don’t think the guy will be much help,” Jing Yuan mutters.

“Dad.” Stelle puts a hand on her father’s shoulder. “...I can stay with Caelus tonight. You should go home, and get some rest.”

Before he can answer, his phone goes off. With one look at the screen, he walks off and answers it. “Yes… Yes… I know. I’ll deal with it…”

“Sounds like he’s got a lot on his plate,” Gepard says, watching the man round the corner while looking down.

“He’s been stressed,” Stelle says. “Not sure about what… but—”

“You really don’t know much about your father, don’t you?”

March puts a hand on her hip. “Are you saying you do?”

“I know my clients like the back of my hand, sweetheart.”

“Clients?” Gepard asks, raising a brow.

“He asked you to do something about that article about The Withering, didn’t he?” Stelle asks.

Jing Yuan smiles. "You're a smart one."

“L-Look,” March says after a sigh. “There’s too much going on right now! What are we going to do about Caelus? What happens after he wakes up? He’s not just going to… I don’t know… bust outta here, right?”

“...What can we do?” Gepard says quietly. “Let’s just wait if Luocha can do something about this.”

“Yeah, if you’re talking about the tall, blonde, pretty boy, you’re out of luck,” Nanook says, sitting on a nearby chair.

Stelle quickly looks at him. “...What? Did something happen to him?” Then, she looks at you. “What happened to Luocha?”

Jing Yuan steps in front of you and Stelle and says, “He’s fine. I can get in touch with him.”

Stelle frowns. “Don’t tell me he’s associated with you, too.”

“Take a guess.”

Stelle’s father comes around the corner and looks at his daughter. “...Stelle, we’re going home.”

“What?” Stelle looks at Caelus’s closed door. “But, what about Caelus?”

“It’s not like you can do anything if you stay.”

Gepard frowns at Lan. “Did you really have to put it like that?”

“It’s true,” Nanook says, looking at Stelle. “There’s really nothing you can do for him at this point.”

Stelle’s eyes land on you, and she walks up. “I may not know exactly what happened between you and my brother,” she says quietly. “But, isn’t that all in the past? I hope… I hope you can find it in you to help him.”

Then, she walks away with her father.

“I’ll keep an eye on Caelus,” Nanook says. “He won’t be going on any murderous rampages under my watch.”

Gepard and March are the first to leave. Then, in an attempt to lighten the mood, Jing Yuan turns toward the rest of the group and says, “Does this mean I’m officially off the radar? No more babysitters?”

Young finally turns to Pom. “You’ve been fidgeting for a while. What’s wrong?”

Pom quickly turns to Young. “M-Me? Oh, um, well…”

“I’ve noticed it, too,” Lan says. “Is there something you’re not telling us, Pom?”

Pom takes a breath and looks at you. But, before he can say anything else, they hear another voice. “Yes, Pom, don’t you think it’s time to stop keeping secrets to yourself?”

Nanook frowns at Sampo who’s suddenly sitting in a chair next to him. “How long have you been eavesdropping?”

Sampo shrugs just as Pom nervously says, “There’s a way to stop the curse.”

“How?” you ask.

Pom slowly looks at you, but it’s Sampo who breaks the news. “You die, Cupid.” Then, he stands and walks over. He leans down so he’s at eye-level with you. “...This is the choice you have to make.” When you look Sampo in the eyes, it’s as if he’s compelling you not to look away. “To live or to die.”

“...So, if she dies, the curse will go away?” Jing Yuan asks. "Everyone will live?"

“Correct.” Sampo leans upright. “You’d better decide quickly, dearie. Because time is not on your side.”

Then, he looks over his shoulder and sees Jing Yuan standing behind him. But his gold eyes are fixed on you.

“...What are you doing, Jing Yuan?” Lan asks.

Jing Yuan pushes past Sampo and suddenly grabs you by the hair, forcing you to look at him. 

“You’re at a disadvantage,” Young says sternly. “Let her go.”

“I thought we’re all on the same team here. We want this curse gone, don’t we?” Jing Yuan shoots you a look. “And now we have an answer.” Without turning his head, Jing Yuan looks at Young. “You must be the one I’ve been hearing so much about. Cold Dragon Young.”

“...If you really wanted to kill me,” you say quietly. When Jing Yuan looks back, he sees you glaring at him. “You would’ve killed me that day.”

Jing Yuan had his sword drawn. Something creaked behind him, but when he turned all he saw were the shadows of the candles on the walls. After he and Luocha split up, he ended up seeking refuge in your old room to escape the chaos outside. Ever since Jing Yuan banished you, he didn’t let anyone use your room, not even his wife. Sometimes, he’d pass by, and the night when he first tried to woo you almost always came back to him.

It was the night you had been drinking with Jing Yuan and Luocha. You had a little too much, and Jing Yuan ended up giving you a piggyback ride back to your room.

“...Young…” you’d whispered. “I miss you.”

Would his name ever leave your lips like that? Jing Yuan slid your door open, walked inside, and went straight to your bed. He gently put you down, but his hand was also itching to grab the knife hidden inside his hanfu. It would be so easy to kill you. One slash to the neck. One stab to the heart. You were completely vulnerable. Yet, before he knew it, Jing Yuan was leaning over you, his face dangerously close to yours. He could smell the alcohol, and he was fighting the curious urge to taste it on your lips.

Your eyes slowly opened, and you quickly sat up as if the sight of him made you sober.

“What are you doing?” you asked, holding the blanket over you.

“You passed out,” Jing Yuan answered calmly. “I took you back to your room.”

“...Okay, but why are you still here?”

Jing Yuan decided to take a risk. “Because I’m curious.”

“About what?” You frowned. “Don’t tell me you’re curious about a girl’s room.”

“You kept muttering a name. Young. Don’t tell me it’s Young, heir of the Middle Kingdom?” Jing Yuan knew, but it was your reaction that he was looking for. You’d stiffened and looked away. “...Looks like I was spot on.”

"Thank you for taking me back to my room, but if you could just leave—"

“Race aside… It’s not wise to waste your time on men who play with your feelings.”

Your gaze hardened. “He’s not playing with my feelings."

“So, you’re pathetically pining over him?”

“...Get lost.”

Jing Yuan grabbed your cheeks and forced you to look at him. “...I could make you forget about him.”

“You’re crazy. I think you’re the one who had too much to—”

His mouth was on yours, hard and rough. One of his hands held your wrists, and when he nipped your top lip, he raised your hand to the side of your head. He gently pulled your lip with his own and repeated the caress on your bottom lip before your lips finally parted. Jing Yuan wasted no time. The heat that began at his mouth had unfurled so fast that he needed more.

The alcohol tasted even better on your tongue. Your bed dipped when he climbed on top. Soon, his body was flush against yours until he heard you say, “...Stop.” Jing Yuan broke away. He had you on your bed, hands on either side of your head. The sight had sent his nerves on fire, but your face said a different story. " This isn’t right.”

“Who said?” You looked away, so Jing Yuan continued, “You aren’t his.”

“I’m not yours either.”

“But, you didn’t resist, which means… you also feel something for me.”

“I don’t want this,” you muttered. “Get off me.”

“...Say it while looking at me.”

You finally looked back at him. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. Then, his mouth was on yours again.

Another creak made Jing Yuan spin around. Except this time, a sword pierced just next to his heart. Jing Yuan instantly fell to his knees. He could feel the tip of his blade scratching at his heart like fingernails on a chalkboard. This was deliberate. The placement was planned. With shaking hands, Jing Yuan put his hands on the grip until he saw you emerge from the shadows of the room.

“...We finally meet again.”

“I remember now,” Jing Yuan mutters. “You tortured me that day.”

Nanook looks at you. “Tortured and cursed?”

“No,” you say, without looking at him. “I didn’t curse him.”

Lan and Nanook glance at each other. “...Why not?”

Young has a hand on top of Jing Yuan's, and the man lets out a short scream before releasing you.

“Because once the person is dead," you say, "the curse won’t work.”

Jing Yuan couldn’t move. A small knife had pierced his hands, forcing them together. With every small movement, he felt the tip of your blade press against his heart. You were standing in front of him, your eyes cold, dead, and beyond saving. He was shirtless with blood and bruises all over.

“...I didn’t want to believe it was you.”

“And look where that got you, General.” You heard something crash outside. “Fire. Destruction.” Your eyes landed back on him. “Revenge.”

“This… This is all for Young, isn’t it?”

You twirled a knife in your hand and teased the blade down the side of his neck, drawing a thin line of blood. You walked behind him, stabbed him, and slowly dug the knife deeper… and deeper, taking great pleasure in hearing his painful groans.

“Why couldn’t we just get along?” you asked, leaving the knife inside of him and another one appeared in your hands. “...Your initial kindness was just an act.”

“...No,” Jing Yuan managed to say He took a breath. “Do you know why I came to the North?” At your silence, he forced a little, painful smile. “Your family took everything from me. My childhood. My parents. The life I could've had. And for what?” He looked up at you. “Because they couldn’t stand that my father fell in love with a woman from the Middle Kingdom.”

Was it ironic or a cruel twist of fate that Jing Yuan suffered a similar fate?

“I could’ve killed them earlier… but seeing how you were their daughter”—a small scoff—”I started rethinking everything.” Jing Yuan screamed in pain as his hand slid across the blade until it was finally free. But now there were two gaping holes in the middle of his palms. The blade fell to the floor just as he grabbed your hand with the dagger. “I want to stop this. For you. For Young. For myself.” Upon pulling you closer, he felt the tip of the dagger against his abdomen. “...My brother and I wanted to protect you, but I guess we failed.”

As if sensing it was coming, you tried to stop him, but with the last of his strength, the dagger impaled him. With the amount of force you felt, you knew he was gone.

Sampo looks at you. “Your revenge ended with Jing Yuan, but the war raged on. Nothing could stop the monsters you created.”

“Pom,” Nanook says. Then, he eyes Sampo. “Is that what you wanted to tell us? You knew she had to die for the curse to be over?”

“I had a dream about it,” Pom says quietly.

“That may have been true, but perhaps not anymore.” Everyone turns to Young, but he's looking at you. “...There might be another way.”

Chapter 27

End notes: I think a lot of people are probably wondering about why/how Cupid became a God. Well, our dear 'ol Sampo is going to reveal that in the next chapter lol now that all this revenge has finally come to light.

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Request:

Reader wakes up strapped to a table. She thinks it's sleep paralysis, but it really isn't. And then Caesar basically experiments to his heart's content. I don't know why reader woke up in this state, you get to imagine the reason, or perhaps it's unknown. I'd like it if Caesar talks like someone trying to calm a child down, while still making no effort to hide his sadism (not age play, but more like "good girl" and stuff like that)

I got the idea from my own inner fear of waking up during surgery, sleep paralysis and similar situations. I am weirdly into mixing these nightmare scenarios with the person I love the most, Caesar. Mixing pleasure with pain is well known, but I want to mix it with fear of death too! And Caesar is just amazing, he can kill you in mere seconds and still be super comedic in other situations!

Hello! I adore writing things like this, and I couldn't agree more. One of the things I love about him is that although he can be really goofy, he's extremely lethal. I hope you like what I've written for you. 💜💜

The sounds of drilling faded in and out. Your eyes fluttered open but fell soon after. Blinding lights above and a shadowy figure looming in the corners just out of reach before you slipped back into unconsciousness. A rare opportunity had presented itself to him, and you took center stage in his twisted fascination.

CW: fem!reader in mind because of ‘good girl’ but no other gendered language is used, very suggestive, mentions of experimentation, surgery, and the threat of death.

The reason I lie awake at night (Caesar)

Images of the reaper stalked your dreams. Hidden behind thick swamp fog, his dark shadow looming in the distance sent your resting heart into a fit of terror. The thumping against your chest, the pumping of adrenaline in your veins, the bead of sweat running down your temple: you were riddled with fear that kept you cemented to the murky sludge; the gunk rose the closer he got. Approaching through the parting clouds which flooded the earth was a smile that beamed with unnerving pleasure. It paired with golden eyes that shined from even the faintest glimmer of light.

Any attempt to flee that who hunted you when at your weakest was in vain. The muddy waters of the swamp continued to thicken and solidify around your legs, inducing a panic that the personification of death was eager to lap up. A sharp inhale to taste your sweetened scent of torment now lingered on his tongue. He licked his lips slightly as your eyes widened from the sheer size of him towering over you. Long dark flowing hair cascaded down your sides as he leaned in to whisper words void of genuine empathy.

“Shhhh, there, there. Don’t get yourself so worked up,” he hushed. Without having touched you, you felt the extension of his hand caressing the side of your face. Your chest tightened from it as you struggled with comprehending your own reactions to him.

No words could be formed, and yet you could hear yourself screaming at him to stay away. Trapped in limbo—you were abandoned here feeling as if this was your eternal resting ground: the upturned land in which you were meant to rot. Soft hums trailed into your ears. The soothing sounds and gentle touches left your mouth dry.

His fingers ghosted your jugular; its delicate pulse quickening under them made his smile more sinister. Teeth borne down at you and a gaze that held a piqued interest: the air around you grew frigid. Puffs of your breath were kept short and faint as the cold grew more and more bitter. Drilling sounded in the distance as his grip on your neck became firm. Your breath caught in your throat from the teasing pain burrowing down to your core.

While his fingers laced around your fragile neck, your gasps turned into choked moans the tighter he held on. Slight jostling from above carried no searing burns, but the discomfort from them shook down your frame. Soft whimpers were barely audible, each being sucked straight from your lungs by the king ruling over the land of the dead.

“Oh, how fascinating you are.” His deep, velvety voice made your eyes roll back. Strangled cries escaped you but that was the only thing that obtained freedom.

The fog was settling as darkness crept further into purgatory. The shadows from before completely engulfed you for a moment—a total black out. Soft praises from him allowed a light to flicker on. Its ray spread across your limp form. Rumbling laughs were half-heartedly suppressed, while the drilling remained consistent. When it suddenly stopped, only your trembling breaths could be heard.

“Good, very good.” Such drawn out praise coiled around you, snaking up your bare legs and teasing that knot tightening deep within. “Good girl,” he cooed. A shrill laugh followed suit, when your legs trembled. 

The quaking of your now tired state was jostled awake. A deep gasp filled your lungs and your body tensed from the waves of electricity coursing through you. Your vision went white before smearing into a blurred contortion, and while your lashes batted, the room shifted. You could feel a slab of metal beneath you and the light above reflecting off of it made you wince. Lazily turning your head from side to side lured the reaper out of hiding.

Gloved hands straddled the sides of the table as he eased himself down, his lips ghosting your ear. “Don’t move. We wouldn’t want any accidents, now would we?”

“N-No…” Was all you could muster.

He brushed your hair off your face and grinned at you with half-lidded eyes. A sharp jab in your arm was promptly followed by his soothing whispers. “This will make it so you don’t feel a thing. Just let yourself dream. It’ll all be over soon.”

Your protest was muffled as you slipped back into the cold grip of despair. The sounds of clinks and clanks were the only visitors this time round.

Strings of wire blended in with your hair as the monitor flashed images of your twisted nightmares. You were perfectly punctured in the ideal places on that pretty head of yours. Admiring his own handiwork with a smirk, he sighed and brought his attention to the screen. The only one within his grasp that was plagued with tantalizing misfortune, your horrors were his playground for as long as they intrigued him.

Swirling masses of creatures that threatened to tear you into fragments of your former self were all a ruse, figments of your cruel imagination, and yet to you they were as real as life itself. He glanced down at you. Your pulse was raised, and your breath was sporadic. Testing the theory he was mulling over, he reached out to touch you. His fingers ran their way up the dip of your hip and the subtle curve of your waist. Your breathing was becoming more regular, so he turned back towards the monitor.

The creatures were kept at bay, though still present. Their roars of blood lust morphed into shrieks of agony the more he caressed you. Even with this nightmare being witnessed through your eyes, the gentle sways of your head and heaviness in your limbs were experienced like they were his own. Disorienting but not foreboding, his curiosity was piqued further.

“You’re doing so well.” The furrow in your brow was subtle but didn’t go unnoticed. That sly grin stretched his purple lips again. “Such a good girl.” He hung on those last two words like he was savoring them. Accompanying the ill-intentioned praise with a squeeze to your hand caused cracks in the enclosing darkness to form. Speckled rays of light being played out in front of him made him huff in amusement.

This sensation of calmness, peace, and tranquility…how naive of you to find these in him. With his smile having faded, a stern expression took its place. His fingers danced upon your skin, relishing the twitches they coaxed out of your body. Your lips quivered the closer they got to your face, and your eyes darted rapidly behind your eyelids. Taking his hand away for a moment, the fog returned to the trance he forced you into.

The outline of your bottom lip was then graced with the curvature of his index finger. Those golden globes that brought upon both mercy and peril burned into you. Your soft sigh was warm, inviting even. Snapping his hand away, he typed furiously on the computer. The urgency to record his findings thus far struck each key without a moment’s hesitation. 

A screen recording was put into place, and the security camera above made you the star of the show. Without bothering to throw another glance your way, he turned to leave the room. Slapping his hand over the switch, the automatic doors sealed you in the metal tomb, which granted access to the corners of your darkest fears to eat away at you.

[rats-and-robots]

Hi, two certain mutuals of mine have injected a small dose of Abaddon brain rot directly into my soul and in return I have vomited it onto paper in the form of my Rogue Trader-turned-Daemon Prince meeting Abaddon for the first time.

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“Ezekyle.”

It won’t get out of his head. How dare this usurper come into this meeting that he had so kindly agreed to attend. And he leads… with that.

A wall shudders and bends under the force of his fist, a roar escaping him.

The daemon had only said his name.

“Ezekyle.”

But he’d said it… in his Father’s voice. In Horus Luprical’s voice.

The audacity of it. The sheer foolishness of the daemon’s choice to mimic his genefather’s voice had rippled through every former wolf at the meeting. His throat had long since healed from the strain of yelling, yet he remembered the burn of it. His fist relaxes and his arm falls back to his side.

The worst of it all… The worst of it all, as hot tears fall down his cheeks and disappear against the heat of his power armor… is that he’d nearly not recognized it. He’d almost forgotten what his genefather sounded like. No, he had forgotten. He’d only been furious at the lack of formality in the first second, the lack of respect, to refer to him with the familiarity none had the right to, not these days. He hadn’t realized until one of his legionnaires had been the one to point it out. And he saw the shift in the daemon’s eyes as it stared at him, watched and tasted his reaction as it changed. From yelling into a silence of naught but rage, mouth gaping in such a deep fury that no words would come. 

… the ice that had speared his heart and had refused to stop spreading until the heat of rage had been sucked dry from him, now.

He wishes he had seen mirth or mockery in the daemon’s eyes. But instead he saw softness. The look of an apothecary about to administer a painful procedure followed by the acceptance of Abaddon’s reaction.

No, perhaps that wasn’t the worst of all.

—

The daemon, Rhu’zrak, is coiled on a balcony, watching the movements of his and Abaddon’s forces in their different and yet so similar ways. Both made up of multiple legions, once full of current purpose and confidence, and the other uncertain and wary of the other. To be honest, Rhu’zrak was also a bit surprised that the Black Legion had not left as angrily as their leader had left the initial meeting. He must have misjudged the Warmaster a touch.

Something curls at the edge of his psychic awareness. His feathers raise up off his neck in curiosity and his head tilts to the side to view his new visitor. Very few would be allowed in his presence…

Ah.

His teeth click, “Warmaster.” His voice is his own. Or, at least, it is the voice his mortal form used. His eyes turn back to the forces below.

“...Beacon.” Abaddon’s voice is low. Quiet.

A few brief beats of silence pass between them. The soft wind of the air sings with the acrid bite of the acidic ocean of the strange planet. It rustles the daemon’s feathers in the same way it rustle’s Abaddon’s hair.

“I will not apologize.”

“I did not come to ask for one. But you knew that.”

“...” The daemon’s head turns to look at him, “I did.”

A slow, measured breath, pale eyes searching the ground below as he approaches the railing of the tiny balcony. Eyes have lifted up. Seeing the two speaking, and calmly, is no doubt a curious sight.

“You want something, Warmaster.”

“If you know that, you know what it is. You read my mind, don’t you?”

“...I am trying not to. But doing so is like trying not to see pale fog on a field.”

Abaddon’s jaw rolls, gnawing on his lip in contemplation. Feathers and silks shift behind him as the Daemon moves, its tall form coming to stand next to him.

“I will not make you ask, but perhaps this is not the place.”

Abaddon’s eyes close… and he nods.

[drpeppertummy]

[stuffing, tummyache, tummy rubs]

"Sunny, don't try to eat that whole thing."

"What? What the hell do you think I bought it for?"

"That's like eating three pounds of straight sugar!"

"Course it is, how do you think I stay so sweet?" Sunny flashed his friend a toothy smile, batting his long eyelashes. Laurie rolled her eyes.

"Don't come crying to me when you give yourself a bellyache," she said, returning her attention to her book.

"I wouldn't come crying to you if my life depended on it," Sunny retorted. He pried the packaging open with his teeth and tossed it aside, holding up his opponent: a three pound gummy worm. Laurie supposed she should just be glad he hadn't gone for the bear, which apparently was even heavier. Sunny chomped down on the worm--not on the tip, but right in the middle, as though it were an ear of corn. It was so sweet it almost made his teeth ache. With a grunt, he yanked off a rubbery bite.

Laurie was doing her best to ignore Sunny, but he was making a lot of noise. Each bite was punctuated with grunting and slurping and a small cacaphony of other unpleasant eating noises. After sitting uncomfortably through a few bites, she looked up from her book, wrinkling her nose at him in disgust.

"Can't you do this any quieter?"

"Huh?" Sunny looked up at her, mouth full of worm.

"You sound like you're trying to suck the siding off a house! If you have to eat that stupid thing right next to me, do it quietly," she said. Sunny nodded, swallowing his mouthful with a thick gulp, and returned to his worm. He took another bite, this time making an effort to be quiet, and to his credit, he did manage to cut down on the amount of noise. Laurie was a little bit impressed by this; quiet wasn't generally Sunny's strong suit. She could still hear soft sounds of struggle as he worked to pry chunks off of the worm, but she supposed she could deal with that. In fact, she would never say so, but his little vocalizations as he wrestled with his rubbery snack were almost cute.

Sunny had only gotten through a small portion of the worm, but his tummy was already beginning to ache. With the worm being as large as it was, it didn't take much of it to fill up his stomach with dense, gummy sugar. Still, he knew it would take forever to get through it if he didn't push himself a little, and by this point, it was too chewed up and sticky to share with anybody else. He took a breath and pushed on.

Laurie glanced over at Sunny again. He definitely wasn't eating with the same gusto he'd started with. Still, he looked determined. He also looked a little ill. It was hard to judge given the strange way he'd decided to go at it, but she estimated that he must've been about a third of the way through the worm. The thought of a solid pound of gummy candy sitting in his belly made her own stomach ache. She almost opened her mouth to say something when Sunny finally lowered the worm, looking tired. He sat like that for a moment, and then, to Laurie's surprise, he set the worm back down atop its packaging. He leaned back against the couch with a sickly sigh. His tummy bulged out slightly.

"You're in for it now, Sunshine," she said, reaching out and giving his belly a gentle pat. "I don't think even ginger ale can fix that." His stomach let out a sad little gurgle. Feeling sorry for him, Laurie carefully pulled Sunny into her arms, resting her hands on his achy, bloated belly. He tensed up for a moment, then allowed himself to relax.

"I thought you said not to come crying to you," he mumbled, laying his head against her shoulder.

"Well, you're not, are you?" She rubbed his belly softly.

"I guess not." He closed his eyes and tried not to think about how sick he felt. In addition to the massive onslaught of sugar, the sheer quantity of gummy worm he'd eaten was far too much for his tummy. He should've stopped when he first felt full. In fact, he never should have bought the stupid thing in the first place. Not only did Sunny feel sick, he felt foolish and guilty as well.

"You've gotta start being nicer to your poor little tummy," said Laurie, still rubbing his belly in gentle circles. It wasn't the first time she'd said it, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. Sunny knew she was right. Sometimes, however, he just couldn't help himself. He wasn't known for his good impulse control, and he had a bad habit of taking things as a challenge. He was aware of this flaw, but he couldn't seem to shake it, and he was nervously waiting for the day when his friends' sympathy would run out.

"It's hard," he said quietly. It was all he could think to say, but Laurie had a feeling she knew what he meant. Taking care not to squeeze his tummy, she hugged him. Sunny opened his eyes, surprised, and, after a moment of hesitation, returned the hug.

[thebrathashira]

Emmy said I should write about J’lena in this dress and Hunter on his knees. So I did 😌 everyone say THANK YOU EMMY. (Nothing toooo risqué but there’s an air of intimacy)

J’lena purses her lips, as she studies her reflection in the vanity mirror. She turns this way, then that, watching the dress flow with her movements. In one light, the sheer silk appeared pink, but in another, almost purple. That was the trick of Ulserian silk.

The dress by all means was not flashy, but rather ereathal. The way it hung in sleek waves, practically translucent along her legs and chest.

J’lena almost felt demure wearing it.

“Well now,”

With a startled curse, J’lena catches Hunter’s reflection in the mirror. He leans against the balcony, helmet resting on the rail. There’s a lazy but sly grin on his face that J’lena knows all too well.

“Hunter,” She whispers, surprised by his sudden but not unwelcome appearance. She gives a quick glance at the door. Almost certain her mother would have manifested on the spot.

Without another moment to wait, she begins to move towards him. He meets her halfway.

“What are you doing here?” She asks, leaning up on her toes to pepper kisses around his face. She hears the rumble of his amused chuckle and feels as his hand rests on her hips.

“Had to come see my girl before she ships off,” He answers. His eyes begin to travel over her, slowly taking in just what she was wearing.

A slow heat begins to warm J’lena’s face at his gaze. But still, she rolls her green eyes.

“I am just going to Ulseria for Alpenglow,” She clarifies. It had been a long year for her people to fight alongside the Grand Army of the Republic to win back their freedom from the Separatists.

This Alpenglow would be used to celebrate that and remember the fallen.

“I will only be there for two rotations,” She adds.

Hunter hums in response. His fingers brush along the fabric of her dress. “Explains why you’re dressed like a princess,” He says finally.

J’lena scoffs, flicking her finger lightly against his chin. “Ulseria doesn’t have a monarch anymore,”

Hunter’s hands don't cease in their exploration of her dress. Every so often, skimming over her skin over her midriff. J’lena is not able to fight back the shiver that runs through her.

“Aren't your family descendants of Ulseria’s royals?” He asks in a low mumble, his breath by her ear.

J’lena doesn’t answer right away, trying to find her voice. She gives a small nod, her hands coming to grip onto his arms to try and slow his touches.

He does, and it’s the worst mistake J’lena could have made. Each caress leaves a wake of fire along her skin.

It’s when his lips barely brush over hers, that he speaks again.

“Then if I’m in the presence of royalty,” Hunter says thoughtfully, but J’lena could hear the obvious tease in his husky voice. “I should get on my knees,”

J’lena sucks in a sharp breath, her eyes widening slightly. She feels his body sink low against her. He’s on his knees, his eyes narrowed up at her.

“You have me on my knees, angel. Now tell me what you want.”

Her heart races and she knows Hunter can hear it as a smirk pulls at his lips.

She keeps the tremble from her hand as she lifts it. Her thumb starts to trace along his sharp jawline, feeling the beginning roughness of a stubble. At that, she finally hears him let out his own shuddering breath, his body shifting closer.

She keeps her touch agonizingly slow. A small payback. Tracing the tip of her pointer finger along the outline of his face tattoo, enjoying the low sounds that left him. His hands squeeze tightly to her hips.

J’lena hums in satisfaction, letting her thumb brush over his lips once, then twice.

“You,” She finally answers.

Hunter doesn’t wait another moment. His lips find the soft skin of her leg under her dress. J’lena’s eyes flutter shut, and her next breath carries his name.

She feels his lips leisurely make their way up along her thigh, his teeth leaving small nips here and there.

He intended to make a short night, very long. A restive whine leaves J’lena, her hands finding his hair through the slit of the dress. Her fingers tangle into them.

His hand gently presses her exposed stomach, guiding her against the vanity table. Her head rolls back against the mirror.

“Quiet, angel…” Hunter warns, his voice barely above a growl.

J’lena only has a chance to cover her mouth as he drapes one of her legs over his strong shoulder and his lips move higher.

[whumpschild]

Me and a nother account in here @writehardwhumpharder wrote something with that in it. An au with our charecters

Mine: Tyler (17 here)

Theirs: carson (19 here) & diana

(Posted this pic before but this was drawn for it)

It was safe to say Carson was driving on auto-pilot at this point. With the cruise control set to 65 mph all he really had to do was keep the steering wheel straight and keep heading west. Quiet music came out of the speakers, not high enough to hear clearly but loud enough to break the silence. The only channels they picked up out here were country and some weird kind of instrumental jazz. He hadn’t glanced at Tyler in miles which wasn’t unusual for them, after all with the kid being dead silent there wasn’t much to even remind him he was there. Between all the adventures there were a lot of times like this, just quiet hours on the open road. The last town they’d passed was an hour behind them and if the flat desert stretching out before them was any clue, it’d be a while before they passed another one. Carson wasn’t worried though, they had enough food and water to get through the day.

He was so lost in thought, Carson hadn’t even noticed the large pothole in the road until the car jolted violently. In that moment Tyler’s eyes shot open and he screamed. It was nothing like Carson had ever heard from him before, just an uncontrollable shriek of sheer pain. Not knowing what was going on, Carson immediately slammed on the brakes making Tyler lurch forward with momentum before coming back down hard in his seat. This time he sucked in a breath of air and held it, as if every muscle in his body had seized up.

“Wrong’s wrong?” Carson asked, “What’s happening?” Tyler didn’t respond, he didn’t even breathe. “Come on, Tyler, talk to me!” It was like a flip had switched and Carson had gone from being completely calm to full on emergency mode. He couldn’t wait for Tyler to explain it to him so he thoughtlessly reached over and grabbed the boy's shoulder. What he saw made him yank his hand back in surprise. It looked like fire spreading inside Tyler from a spot on his right side.

Tyler pressed hard into his side with both hands willing the pain to go away. He’d managed to start breathing again but only quick shallow breaths through clenched teeth. “Fuck,” he croaked, “It hurts so fucking bad.”

Carson grabbed his shoulder again to take another look at his energy, confirming what he already knew. “I think your appendix burst.”

“My what?” Tyler asked groggily. The pain kept him alert but it clouded his ability to think too. He felt like he was shutting down.

“Your appendix, it was infected. Now that it’s burst it’s leaking pus into your abdominal cavity. If I can’t contain it, you might die.”

“Oh no,” Tyler mumbled, “oh no no no.”

“It’ll be fine, trust me. Just- just wait a second.”

Carson grabbed his phone and stepped out of the car, not missing the look of panic on Tyler’s face as he stepped away. He barely had one bar out in the middle of nowhere but he had to try. His mom might know how to help them. The phone rang for a painfully long time before Diana answered, sounding busy.

“Mom, I need to perform surgery in the desert. I need your help,” He said breathlessly. There was only a brief pause before Diana processed what he had just said.

“Put me on speaker, tell me everything you know and while you do that I need you to find a knife, some hard liquor, scissors, and a clean cloth. You’re gonna need your magic for this.”

Carson got to work searching the car while Tyler sat rigid in the passenger seat trying his best not to die. “I’m pretty sure his appendix burst, the infection is spreading.”

“Okay, in that case you should also grab a straw, and I don’t suppose you have a needle and thread?”

“Who do you think I am? Martha Stewart?” Carson asked as he found exactly one clean pair of socks still in its plastic packaging.

“In that case you’ll use your magic to cauterize every cut you make to stop the bleeding.” Carson found the last of the supplies and ran around to the passenger side door. He set his phone down on Tyler’s lap so he could keep Diana informed. He briefly considered moving Tyler to the ground but it was too dirty and any unnecessary movement would make it worse.

“I’m gonna recline your seat back okay?” He told Tyler who glanced at him with glazed eyes and nodded. Carson felt bad for him, knowing he didn’t realize how much this was gonna hurt. Unsurprisingly, the sudden movement felt like a bomb going off inside him and Tyler screamed again, grabbing onto the walls of the car for dear life.

“Do you know where the appendix is?” Diana asked, sounding muffled through the phone.

“I know where the problem is.”

“Close enough. Now lift his shirt, pour some of the liquor onto the area and on the knife and your hands.”

“Okay, now what?”

“Now you cut.”

Carson froze, he knew what he had to do but actually doing it was a different story. Tyler must have heard her because he started grabbing at Carson's hands desperately, urging him to stop.

“Sorry Tyler, but I have to do this.” Carson ducked his head into the car and used his left shoulder to hold Tyler down while he sank the blade into Tyler’s skin, dragging it through to make a small but deep cut. Tyler must have hit his limit because Carson could feel him going limp under his grip. This would be easier with him unconscious so it was probably for the best.

“Alright, it’s just us now. Tyler’s out and I made the cut, all the way through.”

“Good job, now I suggest you remove the appendix as carefully as you can. It’ll be the small organ that is visibly inflamed.” Without magic Carson would have been going into this completely blind but using his senses he was able to make a pretty clear picture in his mind. He sent a little energy into Tyler to keep him stable as he struggled to keep the incision open wide enough to access the appendix. “Do you have it?”

“Yeah,” Carson responded. The ridiculous position he was in wasn’t making things any easier but he didn’t dare move.

“Pinch it at the base between two fingers and burn it. You know how to do it with your magic right? Sever it completely while burning the blood vessels closed.”

Carson took a deep breath and got the small organ between his fingers. Luckily he was able to tell where the healthy tissue ended and where the bad tissue started. He tried not to think too hard about the fact that he literally had his hands in Tyler’s guts and focused on what he was doing. Even with all the practice he had channeling heat into his hands it was no easy feat to do it with surgical precision. Once it finally came free and Carson saw that it had left minimal bleeding behind he exhaled with relief, unaware that he’d been holding his breath that whole time.

“Okay,” Carson panted, “I did it, it’s out.” He dropped it into a nearby empty cup and leaned back out of the car, relieved to be able to stand up straight again. It was short lived though because he knew he needed to immediately get back in there and finish once he’d resanitized his hands. “So how do I close him up?”

“Um, remember that straw I asked you to get?” Diana said, the grimace she had on her face came through in her voice making Carson immediately skeptical.

“Yes?”

“Take another look with your magic, his energy is still a mess isn’t it?” She asked.

Carson did as she suggested, giving him another once over. His vitals were still stable enough at the moment. Just as she said though, his energy was still a mess. It didn’t make any sense. “But I got the appendix out…”

“Yeah, but you got it out after it had already burst. Without an operating room suction machine handy, I’m gonna need you to use that straw to suck out the pus yourself.”

“WHAT?”

“Do you want your friend to die?”

“No. Can’t I just use magic somehow?”

Diana sighed, “I don’t know, can you use magic to remove it?” Truthfully, Carson had never been very good at moving liquid with his magic and they both knew it. She was right, their best bet was for him to do it manually.

“He better appreciate this,” Carson grumbled.

“That’s my boy, you can do this.”

What happened next, Carson would never tell another living soul, not even Tyler, to spare himself from ever having to relive the experience. It took a lot of hard work, swearing, gagging, and mouth rinsing, but he did it. He suctioned out enough that he could keep the rest of the infection in check just using his magic. Double checking the area for damage, Carson was finally able to close the incision. Yet again he used heat to seal it which would most definitely scar and create another wound entirely but it was the best he could do.

Diana waited patiently on the other end of the line as Carson collapsed backwards on the desert sand next to the road in the midst of his own existential crisis. He wanted to cry but no tears would come. “I can’t believe I had to do that,” he choked out. Diana attempted to soothe him but there wasn’t much she could say. “Mom, you have no idea what I just went through.”

“I know, honey.”

“Oh god,” he cried, “What is my life?”

“You’ll be fine. Now you just need to keep an eye on it, monitor the wound, and get him some antibiotics and painkillers.”

“Okay...”

“Alright, it’s the end of my lunch break, I gotta get back.” Diana explained.

“Um, okay,” Carson muttered. He hadn’t been aware that she was literally at work that whole time. He hung up and slowly walked around to the other side of the car. He was absolutely exhausted. Tyler was starting to stir but he was far from awake. Driving however many hours it would take to get to the next motel sounded like hell but Carson had no choice. He turned the car back on shakily. The radio turned on automatically, playing that weird jazz music quietly. Then he took off heading west on the interstate. After getting up to speed he set the cruise control back to 65 and tried his best to go back to autopilot.

Aftermath—

It took about an hour for tyler to wake up completely. Every time they hit a bump he hissed in pain, less pan than before but enough to where his forehead was beaded with sweat .

"Ah, fuck" Tyler whined, his voice cracking. He clutched his side hunching over.

"Sorry, i tried to slow down.well make it to the next town and get painkillers and antibiotics."

"How long?"

"About an hour,"

Tyler sighed and lent back in his seat still holding at his side, he couldn't really sleep in this kind of pain but found it difficult to stay awake too. The music in the radio was soothing, pleasant, if weren't for that pain he could have fallen asleep faster. Carson was trying to keep him stable but if he used too much magic it'd be bad for both of them and Tyler can't drive right now. Eventually he was able to fall asleep, scaring Carson for a second because he had stopped complaining and became a little too quiet for comfort.

Carson managed to be able to top off the tank and move on to the next town,if it weren't for that massive wad of cash they had they’d be in trouble. Tyler was more awake but seemed dazed still but continued to whine any time they had hit a strong bump while they were on the road. Carson searched around for a while, found pretty strong painkillers but wasn't really able to find any over the counter antibiotics, that was what tyler needed most. He'd have to try the next town.

"You good?" Carson questioned. They had gotten back on the road and had been for a while. In that time the kid had gone quiet. Not much reaction to anything. He seemed paler than he was supposed to be, his skin glistened with sweat in the sun making him look more so. “Tyler?” he asked again with a louder voice trying to get his attention. He shook his shoulder trying to get a response, normally he’d brush Carson off wanting to be left alone but nothing. “Hey-” Carson placed ahead on Tylers scarred up forehead, ignoring that the scar felt like leather, he was burning up. How could he have neglected something like that, maybe he was still hazy from that concussion.

Carson shifted gears and swung the car around making a highly illegal U Turn and gunned it back to town, making a 45 minute trip in 15. They had to get to a place to rest at least, Carson saw a motel 6 in town earlier and that's exactly where they were going. He kept an eye on Tyler the entire time, making sure he stayed stable enough. He got sketchy looks from the receptionist when he had dragged an almost unconscious teenager to the room telling him several times to pick up his feet. He managed to get tyler on the bed and take a break before checking the “surgical” site. Just like he thought it was infected. Normally Carson would try it but hes never healed something like that before. Hed have to break into the urgent care and steal the antibiotics.

one very small specific whump trope I like is when whumpee's automatic reaction to pain is to hold their breath, even though that is obviously not going to help. this either prompts panic from their friends or, if it is a reaction already known to them, they have to coax them into forcing breaths back in.

[monstersandmaw]

Male ‘yautja inspired’ alien x gender neutral reader - Part Eight (sfw)

Disclaimer which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

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Content: violence, threat, some minor injury to the reader, blood. Wordcount: 4311

Your comments on the last one - tags and reblogs especially - made me cackle with pure delight. Thank you. As an early birthday present from me to you, here’s the next part. I hope you enjoy it! It’s been a while since I’ve written ‘action’ like this, so I hope it works! Can’t wait for you to let me know, as always.

Catch up here:

Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw), Part Four (sfw), Part Five (sfw), Part Six (nsfw), Part Seven (nsfw)

Don’t scream.

Don’t fucking scream.

Do not be that person. Do not. Fucking. Scream.

With cold sweat prickling down your spine and your heartbeat thudding in your throat, you inched your hand over for the tranquiliser pistol that you had set near your pillow only a few hours earlier, just in case. Thank god it was a specially-engineered military issue one, not the unwieldy kind of rifle that vets use on safari from the safety of the back of a jeep.

God, since when did sleeping bags make so much fucking noise?

Was it still out there? You couldn't hear it any more, but it was hard to hear anything behind the pounding of blood in your ears.

The machete lay in its sheath beside the gun, and you picked that up too. Glinting steel slid easily over leather, and then you froze again. The hilt felt clumsy and awkward in your hand. Your fingers refused to hold the grip of the tranquiliser gun properly out of sheer terror. Nothing was working right; you couldn’t see; you couldn’t think. Your finger refused to close on the trigger.

Fuck. The safety was still on anyway.

“Shitshitshit…” you hissed.

In a vain attempt to get your thoughts out of tail-spin, you sucked in a deep, sudden breath and held your lungs at their fullest capacity for a good three seconds before silently exhaling to a long count.

A single, muffled footfall outside sent pine cones skittering against the thin, insubstantial canvas of the tent, and the growling began again in a low, teasing taunt.

It was playing with you.

You genuinely thought you might piss yourself with terror as you just crouched there in the dark, shaking and clinging to your ineffectual weapons.

The footage that Red had showed you of its black, articulated tail going right up through the tough, thick hide of his companion flashed once again across your mind, and you kept on replaying the way the tail had actually lifted their eight-foot tall body right up off the jungle floor like an offering on a spike, with the curved, obsidian talon at the tip of the tail buried deep in their flesh like a harpoon.

Shit.

Croc had been tough enough to survive having his entire left arm ripped off during the crash, but another warrior of his calibre had died to this enemy from the cold reaches of space in the blink of an eye. What chance did a soft, untrained human like you stand?

They cannot be destroyed by radiation. They cannot be poisoned or trapped. They can only be killed by the most skilled of warriors with the truest of aim and the deadliest weapons. The metals and alloys you currently use are insufficient to cause fatal damage to them. The voice of the High Elder rattled through the empty corridors of your brain and you barely stifled a yelp of terror as you stared at the gun and knife in your shaking hands. It wasn’t even a proper gun. There was no doubt about it; you were alone, and you were going to die.

Something pressed down on the canvas of the tent above you and you shrank away against the back wall with a strangled scream. Three black, glittering claws punctured the material and dragged long, slow slices across the fabric with a horrible rending sound. As the rips in the tent widened, out in the deeper darkness beyond, something glinted.

Teeth.

A drop of foaming, acidic drool melted through the polymer canvas and dripped onto the mat between your legs. It etched a small, frothing divot into the surface before the reaction burned itself out, and you tilted your face up to find a maw full of cylindrical teeth bearing down on you like a shark about to attack. Moonlight glanced off the shiny carapace of its elongated head, and a low, delighted growl filled the air as it regarded its trapped prey.

Without even thinking about it, you raised the tranquiliser gun and unloaded two darts directly into the creature’s open mouth. The darts sank deep into its soft palate and it staggered back with a screech that tore at your eardrums. It flailed wildly and crashed into the underbrush nearby, and you seized the opportunity to get out of your tent, lashing out blindly with the machete and tearing the rest of the fabric open before lurching off into the clearing. Out in the open, you felt like a mouse driven from a hole by a snake.

The creature writhed in a patch of brambles for just a moment before it found its feet and rounded on you.

Six feet tall, lanky, bipedal, and composed of a glossy black carapace, flashing teeth, and a tail measuring half as long again as its body, the thing darted at you through the darkness faster than your eyes could follow. It seemed to disappear completely into the shadows only to reappear on your left with another shriek of rage and an open, attacking maw.

You fired the gun but it missed wildly. You only had six shots and you’d used half of them already. Each dart apparently had enough in it to tranquilise one of Big Red’s kind in five seconds flat, but it didn’t seem to have had any effect on their enemy beyond a moment of fleeting annoyance and discomfort.

In another flash of moonlight on shiny, black chitin, it was onto you. It barrelled you backwards into the wreckage of your tent and you landed hard enough that all the air was knocked from your lungs in a stunning blow that left you wheezing. In a tangle of tent poles and canvas, its claws began tearing into your clothes as well before it spun away to extricate itself from the collapsed and splintered tent and start its attack anew.

As it left, it lashed at your face with its scythe-like tail. Searing pain shot across your cheek and you instinctively brought your palm to your face. It came away slick and hot and your skin burned in the aftermath.

With a cry you never would have thought yourself capable of making, you screamed a defiant challenge at the creature, like some kind of berserker before a last stand. You raised the gun and held the machete level in your other hand. If you were going to die, you were not going to go down without a fight.

The creature seemed slightly amused by your reaction.

As it bounded off the nearest tree trunks like a playful cat hunting a small bird, you squeezed the trigger again and caught it between the plates of its armoured throat with your fourth shot.

You just barely flung yourself to the ground in time as it lunged at you, half hoping to slash at its underbelly with the machete as you did, but the blade just glanced off it like a child playing make-believe knights with sticks and dustbin lids.

The edge did sink deep into its flailing tail as it sailed past though, and the creature hissed and screeched. The momentum of its leap ripped the weapon right out of your hand, but the machete stayed lodged in the tail and the creature roared and landed hard in a spray of dry pine needles on the other side of the clearing.

“Oh good, now I’ve just pissed you off,” you muttered as you staggered to your feet again. Now you had fifty percent less weaponry at your disposal, and, thanks to your efforts, the creature had acquired a new and deadly spike in its tail. Wonderful.

Two shots left.

It flipped itself upright again onto its hind legs just as a cloud scudded across the face of the moon, plunging the forest into darkness. The creature took full advantage of your sudden and complete blindness, and launched itself at you.

With another scream you raised your hands as it collided with you again, knocking you to the ground. You crossed your forearms in front of your face just in time to catch it under its lower jaw and deflect the attack. A heartbeat later and it might have closed its mouth around your throat. You shoved at its neck as hard as you could while snapping teeth filled your face and its claws raked into the dirt on either side of your head.

It was still toying with you; cat and mouse, dragging it out for its own entertainment. If it had wanted you dead, it would have simply ripped you to ribbons the moment you left the tent.

Somehow though, you got the gun up with one hand and fired twice more into its horrible mouth in quick succession before the futile ‘click click click’ of an empty magazine made your heart stop beating. That was it. You were out of options and the thing was showing no sign of slowing down.

Desperately you struggled to keep its bear-trap maw out of your face, but you knew you couldn't keep it up forever. Your fingers were slipping, losing purchase on the shiny, chitinous body and the useless gun dropped to the forest floor beside your head. Acid burned at your fingers and slick palms. Spittle sprayed from its array of teeth, hitting the ground around your face and fizzling as its acid drool hit the pine needles. Desperately you tilted your head to the side, closing your eyes instinctively as flecks of it landed in your hair and on your forehead. Adrenaline kept the pain away for the time being, but you supposed a few freckles of acid burn weren’t going to matter much when it was chewing you to pieces in a few minutes’ time anyway.

With one last, long, desperate scream of defiance, you shoved everything you had into one final push against its throat. In response, its injured tail lanced down out of the night and embedded itself in the forest floor beside your ear, just nicking the skin, though you barely felt it.

Oddly enough, the creature seemed enraged to have missed your head with its tail — perhaps the machete had damaged some nerves after all — and it reared upwards in confusion, giving your exhausted arms a moment’s respite. Then you blinked in surprise as it staggered and lurched to one side and brought its clawed fingers to its mouth like it was trying to pull the darts out. So those four tranquiliser shots had done something after all.

It shook its head, perhaps trying to clear its vision, and dropped down to all fours to advance on you again like a hyena, gnashing its jaws and spitting everywhere. While the tranquiliser had clearly done something, it would not be enough to take it down, and you were out of options.

Just as a part of you prepared yourself to die, something whistled through the air and the creature was blown back off its feet to land with a thud two metres away across the clearing, near your ruined tent. You could just make out a long, javelin shaft protruding from its stomach.

A wild, furious, screaming roar sounded from the trees behind you an instant later.

While you just lay there on your back, stunned and shaking, a shadow leapt right over you, briefly silhouetted against the face of the moon. As you watched, as if in slow-motion, you realised they were missing an arm.

“Croc?”

A heartbeat later, as the enemy staggered back to its feet with a now-familiar looking spear still sticking out of its torso, a second missile soared overhead and embedded itself into the chest of the already impaled creature, accompanied by a deeper, more primal roar. Red.

They’d come for you.

Somehow, they’d known.

You started to cry.

Seemingly heedless of the two harpoons that had stabbed massive holes in its chest, the creature tore itself free of them, dragging the spear points out through its own chest and stomach, before hurling itself at the second figure who had come charging out of the underbrush like death incarnate.

Big Red stood over you and bellowed a challenge at the creature. His mandibles flared as wide as they could go, and his arms and chest and shoulders heaved with barely-contained, protective rage. Each step he took towards it and away from you, you felt the ground tremble. He hunched forwards, ready, focused, and Croc circled the enemy on the other side. It was like their sparring match but now they were working together, and the creature had two, fresh warriors to face down while phosphorescent, blue blood spurted and seeped down its shiny carapace.

Even with the tranquiliser in its system, the enemy wasn’t about to give up easily, and even injured, it was still fast and agile, using the trees and the intermittent darkness for cover. It soon sensed that they were protecting you, and it kept trying to circle back to you. It slipped from a branch though when Croc shot it down with a blaster, and it landed with a thud in the leaf litter almost right beside you.

You scrambled back and Red charged forwards with another ear-splitting roar. He caught it around its middle with one arm and slammed his whole bodyweight into it, driving it back with his big shoulder and ramming it into a tree as it reached its wicked claws out for you. To your horror though, you watched as it changed its mind, scrabbled to get a good hold with its claws on Red’s arms, and then sank its festering, foaming jaws deep into his neck.

Big Red screamed in rage and pain and raised both hands, trying to rip the creature’s head right off its neck where it was latched like a leech to his jugular.

While he struggled and staggered backwards, the creature thrashed its tail, but Croc raced forwards, dodged inside the reach of the whip like appendage, and stabbed upwards repeatedly under its elongated skull with a twin-bladed knife until it sagged and loosened its hold, and Red finally tore its head clean off its shoulders. The carcass sprayed some more of its violently-blue, glowing blood around the clearing and then tumbled away to lie twitching in the dirt.

Croc wasted no time and surged forwards for Big Red who had sagged against the tree trunk, grabbing something from his belt and immediately raising his arm to jab Red directly in the throat with what looked like a glowing green syringe. Big Red staggered, slipped sideways, and fell to one knee beside you, heaving and gasping.

Trembling all over, you eased yourself to sit upright, wide eyed with horror. “Red?”

His own luminescent blood was spattering down onto the pine needles too, mingling with the blue of the enemy’s.

Neither one of them responded and you stared, transfixed, as Red keeled over and started to convulse even before he fell to the ground. Croc let out a single scream of horror and distress, his mandibles wide, and he cradled Red’s head in his remaining right hand as Red juddered and shook and bled all over himself. Horrible sucking sounds escaped his foaming, closing throat, his eyes rolled back behind pale membranes, and his limbs went rigid as the creature’s poison hit his system.

“Red!” you screamed and tried to crawl closer but Croc warned you off with a terrifying roar. He didn’t have a free hand to keep you back, but his expression did the job well enough and you froze. “Red…?”

Overhead, a searing white light blasted down out of the dark sky, illuminating everything with a painfully bright glow. The treetops then began to whip and lash about in the downdraft of the approaching vessel, and your ears popped under the sudden boom of engines as it came to a hovering halt above the canopy.

A single figure then descended on a black rope, and for a moment through the adrenaline and delayed shock, you couldn’t figure out whether the new arrivals were Croc and Red’s people or your own until a massive figure crouched down beside you and chittered something at you.

A second later, they were shoved bodily aside with a protective snarl, and Croc’s familiar face filled your vision as he crouched.

“Red?”

“He’ll be fine,” Croc said, though he still sounded panicked. “He’s fine. They’ll take care of him. Are you badly hurt?”

Mutely, you shook your head and tried to see past Croc’s body to where Red was lying eerily still. “Not really. Just… maybe some acid… and a cut…”

“Come here,” Croc said, and he drew you into his one-armed hug while the unfamiliar alien turned from staring at Croc in amazement to dealing with Red with the calm air of a paramedic.

“Croc,” you sobbed, and the events of the last few minutes swept over you.

You were shaking uncontrollably, but he held you close. “We’re here,” he crooned. “You’re safe. You’re safe. It’s dead. You fought with honour. You’re safe. I’ll protect you.”

“Croc, Red…?”

“Shh,” he said, and drew back. “Come on. We need to get you out of here. Take what you need from your tent… and we’ll take care of you.”

You rose on shaky legs and grabbed your rucksack from the wreck of your little tent, stuffing your water bottle and phone into one of the side pockets. There was only the sleeping bag and mattress left, but you didn’t grab either of them before you staggered out into the clearing again. The gun lay empty somewhere among the pine needles, and you had no idea where the machete had gone in the chaos.

In the harsh lights of the ship, you saw Big Red lying completely immobile on the floor, with the newcomer bending over him. “Red?” you whimpered, taking a step towards him. A hand grabbed your wrist and you instinctively twisted out of it. “No! Red!”

Croc growled your name and grabbed for you again, holding firm this time and turning you physically away to face him. “Let them do their job,” he said. “They will heal him. The antivenom won’t take long to work. They got here in time. Let them work.”

“Red…”

“Come,” Croc said, and he led you away to the dangling rope that hung between the trees from the silver ship above. As you cricked your neck up to stare at it, you saw that it was exactly the same as Croc and Big Red’s ship had been, except that it was whole and undamaged, and flying.

Croc clipped you mutely into a harness while you just stood there, and you soon found yourself being drawn up into the open belly of the ship. About halfway up, you realised how much your hands and face were hurting.

Inside, another of their kind stared openly at you before shaking themselves and helping you out of the harness. This one was much shorter than Croc and Red, and was completely white with red eyes and pink ‘dreads’. The third member of this crew, you presumed, was flying the ship.

“Hi,” you said stupidly, and the leucistic alien stepped back a pace before flaring their mandibles at you in something resembling a wary threat display from a cobra. From behind you, another hissing started, and you whipped around to see Croc being winched through the hatch to land in a perfectly-balanced fighting stance. He un-clipped himself and then stepped between you and the other alien, looming over them to growl something at them in their own language. Whatever he said clearly had significance, because they looked at you anew, then bowed their head.

“Come on,” Croc said, guiding you to one side as the alien who had been tending to Big Red lifted him through the hatch on a special stretcher. Their ghostly companion helped to get him to one side and you stared at Big Red’s still, limp, bleeding body lying on the cargo bay floor.

“Croc,” you whispered. He looked so vulnerable.

“He’ll be alright,” Croc said again, though he sounded tense.

You staggered, your knees suddenly going out from underneath you, and before you had even realised you were going to pass out, everything warped and blurred, and you fell backwards in a dead faint.

Waking was a slow process. You clawed your way back to consciousness through a thick, groggy, cotton-wool fog that filled your mind and made everything slow and hard to process.

You finally opened your eyes to find yourself lying on a firm but comfortable surface, with low, warm lighting illuminating smooth, carbon-fibre walls and what looked like a carved amber panel on the opposite wall.

You were surprisingly comfortable, cosy even beneath the blankets, and there was something breathing steadily next to you.

You blinked. A familiar pattern of cream and ochre and iron oxide skin came into focus and you gasped and sat bolt upright, staring. You were lying at Big Red’s right side, and his chest was rising and falling with a regular, healthy rhythm. He had a squashy-looking poultice of some kind over the left side of his throat and bandages around his collarbones, and you gasped softly when you saw that a couple of his ‘dreads’ had been bitten off halfway down their length, but he was alive.

Bowing your head to touch your forehead to his chest as relief washed through you, you stifled a sob and slid your arm around his torso, squeezing. He inhaled more deeply and turned his head with a low, repeated clicking sound in his throat.

“Red…” you whispered and looked up to find him blinking slowly at you. “You ok?”

Carefully, he nodded and turned his head back to stare up at the ceiling. His right arm tightened around you though, and he pulled you down to lie almost on top of his chest. He closed his eyes again, apparently exhausted, and began to purr.

You weren’t sure how long you lay there, clinging to him, but some time later, a door opened nearby with a soft hiss, and you startled and snapped your head up. Croc strode in and ‘smiled’ his mandibles at you when he saw you, and you relaxed.

“Hey,” you rasped. You hadn’t noticed how thirsty you were until then.

He bowed his head. “Are you alright?” he asked and you nodded. He spoke to Red in their language and Red clicked something back at him. “Good,” was all he said.

“Croc, what’s going to happen now? Where are we?”

He nodded and adopted an easy kind of ‘parade rest’ stance while he talked to you. “We are back at the clearing where we crashed. Our commander has given us orders to take you to your facility directly.”

“Croc, you can’t! They’ll shoot you down!” you blurted, sitting bolt upright. “They won’t be expecting it.” You paused and said, “I can try to contact them once I get back in range. I think something on your ship disrupted my GPS equipment on the way out here. My maps stopped working, and I didn’t test it but I’m fairly sure my satellite phone wouldn’t work either. If I can get in touch with them, I can tell them not to attack…”

He nodded. “Are you well enough to come to the bridge and speak via link with our commander?”

You blinked. “Croc, I’m not… I’m not a diplomat or anything… I’m just a researcher…”

He clicked reassuringly at you and Red moved his hand to the small of your back.

“We aren’t here to start a war,” Croc said. “We just want to return you so that you can tell your people the High Elder’s message. With communications open, we can find a solution. You have seen first hand now what you’re up against.” He paused and tilted his head a little. “You need our help.”

“Yeah,” you croaked. “Yeah, we do.”

“You fought like one of us though,” Croc grinned. “We saw you as we approached.”

Red clicked proudly at you and stroked another circle across your back before his hand fell softly away. He was too tired to keep it there.

With a sigh, you slid carefully off the bed and looked down at your ripped and torn clothes. Only then did you remember the way the creature’s tail had cut your cheek too, but when you brought your hand to your face, you found only the slightest bump across your skin.

“What…?” you asked, looking at Croc. “And the acid too…?” You stared at your palms that were both smooth and only a little marked in places.

He grinned and gestured towards Red’s poultice. “It is not just our weapons and technology that is superior to yours. Turns out our medicine works on humans as well.”

“Tell me you didn’t just find that out?” you said. “I’m not a guinea pig…”

Croc didn’t seem to know what a guinea pig was or the significance, but he shook his head. “We knew already,” he said.

“Right. Ok, well, I guess I’ll come and talk to this commander of yours and see if we can figure out how to contact my boss.” You turned to Big Red and placed your palm in the centre of his ridged, muscular chest. “Get some rest,” you said. “And… thank you for coming for me. I don’t know how you knew, but… thank you.”

Red didn’t seem to have the energy to form human speech, but he clicked something at Croc who nodded and turned to you.

“Come,” he said and you followed him out of the room, casting one last look back at Red, who already seemed to be asleep on the low, comfortable bed.

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omg omg curtis coming to innocent!readers (much to her parents demise) house for easter and she’s wearing the most precious sun dress and he just can’t keep his hands off her and even tries to do some naughty things at the table and later they’re in her room and she tries to scold him but he’s all just like “jesus died for our sins so we might as well be sinners 🫡

I will see you in horny jail bestie. this is dark!alpha Curtis x innocent!reader (cherry)

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | dark!alpha Curtis Everett x innocent/sheltered!omega reader [HCV verse]

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | DARK!alpha Curtis, SMUT - minors DNI, oral over panties (f), dirty talk, daddy kink, innocent!reader, inexperienced!reader, blasphemy, improper use of stuffed animals (whatever beings are up there, pls look away)

𝗪/𝗖 | 937

🐰 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“C’mon, you expect me to stay away when you’re wearing this?”

Your cheeks heat up as his hand slides up your dress, tugging at the thin tights that you wore under your dress—for modesty and because your parents made you.

Swiftly, he tears through the sheer material that covered your panties, the cotton fabric cups your mound. His blue eyes darken, lingering on the faint outline of your wet slit, your smell fills his lungs. “I mean, if we don’t do anything, it’s like he died for nothing, right?” 

Your gaze flicker to your opened bedroom door, whenever Curtis was over, it was to stay wide open. 

“You just gotta be quiet for me, okay?” He’s cruelly kind, offering you sweet kisses on your cheeks and lightly over your parted lips, he trails to your neck where the lace hem of your sundress meets your breasts. 

“But my parents—”

Curtis kisses your gland, calming you instantly, “Hush, now. We don’t want to disturb their Easter programming or whatever they’re watching.”

“They’re going to walk in—” You’re cut off by his fingers slipping between your lips, all the way to the back of your throat. 

“Just suck on daddy’s fingers, the wetter they get the better it’ll feel, remember?”

You curl your toes, and nod. 

“That’s it, there’s my girl.” He fucks your mouth with his digits, groaning lowly as your tongue traces them too. “You wanna suck on daddy’s fingers while I rub you over your pretty panties?”

That’s how you ended up sprawled across your frilly mattress and gnawing on the bunny doll Curtis brought you today. 

“What a good girl—being so quiet for me. I wonder if your parents can hear how wet you are from downstairs.” He chuckles from between your thighs, lips covered in your wetness and his saliva. For however long, he’s been touching and mouthing at you, licking and sucking you through your cotton panties, and taking you apart more times than you can count. 

Your white panties are so sticky, and slightly transparent now. Curtis marvels at it, paying extra attention to the sensitive bundle under the thin cotton that’s basically calling his name—he wants to drown in you. Your puffy folds are swollen from his skilled mouth, fingers and teasing.

You feel so ashamed, especially with your new bunny clenched between your teeth, muffling your moans and cries as you weakly cream yourself again. Your thighs threaten to shut, but Curtis is quick to pry them open, tasting you through your panties, groaning against your sore pussy. 

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He looks up at you, thick lashes brushing his cheekbones, “Aw, why the tears, sweet girl?” His other hand is down his pants and he jerks himself faster, getting off on your teary eyes. 

You’d look so pretty covered in tears and his seed—he just knows it. 

“I-It’s bad… We—ah!” You squeal as his thumb presses lightly on your clit, “Should stop… Curtis, please.”

“Jesus died for our sins so we might as well be sinners.”

Footsteps sound on the stairs as you fumble to correct yourself. You sit up lightheaded, sweaty and slightly out of breath, clutching the slightly wet bunny in your hands. 

Your father pops up around the corner, button-up and tie perfectly ironed, “Are you two all right in here?” His eyes fall on Curtis who is half under the bed, long and built legs sticking out, “What are you doing, Curtis?”

The fratboy pops up, waving a little stuffed animal. “We’re good. Just grabbing this little fella from under the bed.” He doesn’t spare one glance at your father as he licks his lips, traces of your arousal covering half his face and beard. “Or maybe he was hiding there, huh baby?”

He waves the teddy bear as memories come rushing back, vague images of you helplessly grinding against the stuffie, “riding it” is what Curtis called it as he ordered you from his bedroom. The FaceTime call was on the lowest volume, your laptop propped up to give him the best view of your bare folds dragging along the fur. 

“Fuck, you gonna cream for me, baby? Show daddy how messy you can get, all over that bear I got you.”

“Not hiding…” Well, you did hide him, in shame and embarrassment because he was truly covered in your scent and wetness. “He just fell down there I think…”

Curtis brings the bear to his nose, sniffing it, “He smells really sweet, like a candy syrup?”

“Oh, honey, did you spill something on him too? We told you not to bring food up here.” To your horror, your father steps in and holds out his hand, “want me to put him in the wash?”

Curtis’ eyes shine with a sick gleam as he cocks his head. You fumble with your words, caught off guard.

“It’s alright, I’ll just wash it myself.” The alpha speaks for you, like always, “Cherry really likes my detergent.”

“Cherry—Oh, right. Nickname.” 

“Yeah, I came up with it myself.” Curtis’ belt jingles as he stands, “Oops, guess I forgot to button it again after I used the bathroom, sorry about that.” 

Your father looks at you and your clothes. Still prim and propper with your stuffed bunny in your lap, your legs shut tightly, and most importantly, still covered in yout tights. He offers you a small smile, and a tense one to Curtis, “I hope that you have better manners next time, Curtis. That’s no way to look in front of a lady.” 

“I will.” He promises, although it’s mostly to just homour himself. “Scout’s honour.”

[thirstnotes]

Jealousy

Pairings: Steve x Black Reader, One-Sided Bucky x Black Reader

Warnings: Smut (minors, DNI), vouyerism, jealousy, masturbation, fantasizing, Bucky Thirst, possibly darkish Bucky? I dunno, you decide

If you don’t like it, don’t read it.

I don’t write very much on here, mostly read, but since this talented ass writer (don’t wanna name any names but @ramp-it-up knows who she is) decided to hook me up and answer my ask in quite possibly one of the best ways possible, I felt the need to return the favor as best I could. Hope y’all enjoy it💖

"Mmm,” Y/N gasped, her head tossed back as her body tensed for an amazing climax, “I’m gonna….fuuuck!”

“Good girl,” Steve coaxed, his guttural groans vibrating through his tone. She certainly was a good girl. A good girl that absolutely took every inch of his cum. Bucky refused to believe anything otherwise. The heavy squeak of them going at it held his full attention, the soft groans of his Y/N as she pressed her face against the pillows in an effort to hush the pleased sounds from what she was getting from behind. It was cute that she thought it would. Positively sinful, the effect it had on him.

The raunchy slosh of his lubed hand roughly jerking his dick caught his attention again and he positively loved the mess he was making of lube and precum against strange sheets. He imagined her lapping at his dick as Steve rode her, her moist mouth needily desperately for something to suck. His dick pushing slowly into the warmth of her soft lips. The scrape of her teeth as he glided a generous length of his dick against the friction of her tongue…yummy..

His vibranium hand played with his balls, firmly stroking them and squeezing them to the point of making himself groan a bit. He wanted her to squeeze them. Let Steve watch as she sucked on them. Make him cum on her face from her rough treatment of them. Make Steve cum on her back from the sheer erotic sight of it all. Cover her in their cum.

Steve groaned softly as he usually did when she rode him, helpless and soft. Submissive and chill. It made him desperately want to be the dominant one in the room, commanding Y/N to get on her knees and take her boyfriend into her mouth while he fucked her pussy until it was aching from being slammed with orgasms.

His hand sloshed sloppily as a long string of swears slipped out in hungry hisses. “Mmhhhhyes babygirl. Take every inch of that cock. Fuck me good……you’re so fuckin good....Mmmm…” He was practically sobbing, it felt so good. They were filthy, that pair. They always did this to him. Every hotel room. Every fuckin stop. Pretending they didn’t want him to hear their raunchy groans. But they did. They knew he was stroking his dick. He liked to think they did anyway.

He liked to imagine Steve’s curious, jealous leering as Y/N wrapped her hands around his dick. To see him watch his girlfriend lick the tip of another man’s dick and pump his shaft to the very sight of it. Let him play with and taste her wet pussy while she writhed beneath his fingers-to dip his fingers into her. Make her taste herself while his best friend watched him dominate his girlfriend. Have her groaning in exhausted ecstasy, covered in fingerprints and his cum-

“Sssshit.....” he shuddered in a satisfied hiss, cum jerking from his dick and hitting his chest, face and pillow. His ragged breaths caught up with him as he stared at the ceiling, listening to them both come in the room next to him. Then it was mostly quiet. Save for the ringing in his ears from a positively powerful orgasm. He groaned a little and swallowed, shifting himself into a better position to slip into a good sleep for the night, listening to the low sound of their incoherent voices. He was a beautiful mess, covered in his own sick needy desperation for a woman he didn’t have. Would probably never have.