#the way i RAN to the game to see the outfits for myself

[mimikyuno]

THEIR MATCHING RINGS…. WHEN THEY FACE EACH OTHER THEY MIRROR EACH OTHER… 💒💍

[dustpages]

PornMum

I opened the front door of my flat with a loud bang. I was pissed, the shooting was called off last minute and I had travelled for two hours to reach the location.

" Hi, Mum." my little boy greeted me from his bedroom. 

It was the middle of the summer and the only thing he had been doing so far was reading and playing video games, I was aware he didn't like to socialize with his peers. I was his only parent, his father left us when he was just born.

" Honey I'll be to you in a second.” I yelled across the house walking to the kitchen to get myself something to drink. I was thirsty and sweaty, even though I had dyed my hair blonde and I was wearing just a top and skirt the heat was unbearable. 

I took some cold water from the fridge and drank it at once.  

I put the glass back in its place and headed to my son’s room, knocking softly before entering. He looked up from the screen and smiled. "How have you been?" I asked him sitting beside him.

He shrugged. "Alright, just read some manga."

"You need to go out more." I opined, trying not to sound too harsh but concerned about him being stuck at home all day long without seeing anyone else. 

He swiftly dodged my gaze and sighed deeply. " Whatever. Why are you home so early today?" he questioned. 

I sat on his bed. " My last schedule was cancelled last minute." I explained without giving him too much information.

He was just 12 years old and being told I was one of the most successful, requested and appreciated JAV actresses in Japan wasn't something I would share with him. He knew me as Mina, the kind and loving mother who always cooked delicious dinner for him. Not the one that was an adult film actress. 

"Oh, what happened then?" he asked innocently. 

I tried to explain my situation without making any reference to the industry I worked for. " The director told me they wanted to postpone it. So I came home." 

He nodded. " I see."

I glanced at him, looking him in the eyes. " Hey, do you want to eat something? I'm hungry, let’s prepare something together." I suggested with a smile. He agreed.

We went to the kitchen hand in hand, he was still short and thin for his age. But his blue eyes made up for it. We both loved cooking and baking, especially him since he enjoyed eating sweets, I did my best to make sure he had a balanced diet.

While we were cooking some of the tomato sauce for the spaghetti landed on my clothes, staining both top and skirt. 

" Dammit." he cussed. He has stirred the sauce with too much energy causing the little mess on my outfit.

" Do not worry, honey." I reassured him and got off my skirt and top right there in the kitchen. His eyes widened in surprise.

"What are you doing, mum?!" he said, sounding embarrassed.

I giggled and caressed his cheek. " Don’t be silly, this is nothing. You’ve seen my butt many times before." I teased him, bending over to clean the stains from the floor. 

My ass was on full display for him and I could feel him staring at my cheeks, so plump and round, my pussy lips covered with just my small panties. It was nothing new for him to see me almost completely nude since I rarely wore anything around the house but his reaction was strange, he looked flushed and nervous. 

“ Mum... Are you going to take your underwear off as well?" he stuttered. 

I turned around to look at him. " What?! No! Of course not." I laughed nervously. " Unless you asked for it."

He became red as the tomato sauce. " I don't know what you are talking about." he ran out of the kitchen and into the living room.

I sighed and turned off the stove. Slowly I made my way to him, who was sat the sofa fidgeting with his hands on in lap.

" What's wrong baby?" I asked him sitting next to him.

He didn't say anything for a good minute, busy in deep thought. " I do have a problem in my underwear," he affirmed not sparing a glance to me.

"  How come?" I inquired.

" They're wet." he whispered so low I barely heard it. " And it doesn't stop leaking." he continued. 

His words sent shivers down my spine, I couldn't believe it. 

" Let me see." I gently pulled him to stand and unbuttoned his trousers. His briefs were soaked through with precum. 

" This is normal honey. All boys your age leak precum now and then. Especially when they see a hot girl." I told him trying to reassure him. He blushed again.

"It never occurred before." he panicked.

"Well, maybe you liked what you saw earlier." I mused.

 " Maybe you liked your mum’s body." I added teasingly. 

" That’s ok honey, it’s normal to think your mother is sexy." I encouraged him.

He seemed to relax a bit. " But it’s not appropriate." he complained.

I stood up and cupped his face. " Nothing is wrong, honey. You’re my son, but also a boy." I comforted him, feeling somehow attracted to him.

" Now, if you excuse me I'm going to change. You can stay here or join me." I winked at him. His eyes fixed on mine for a few seconds before nodding in agreement. 

As soon as we were inside my bedroom I closed the door and locked it. Then I stripped from my bra and panties. My son looked at me wide-eyed, taking in my naked form.

" Come here." I said walking to him. I felt him tremble as our bodies touched. My hands caressed his back, slowly descending to squeeze his bum. 

"Do you like it?" I asked him. He nodded shyly.

I kissed his neck softly, moving my hands to grab his cock through his trousers. He gasped as I stroked him over his pants. " Take it out for me." I commanded him. 

He obeyed me pulling out his dick. It was bigger than expected for a boy of his age, yet far from the ones I had to deal with at work. I gave him a few strokes while kissing his neck and biting his earlobes. He moaned in pleasure. 

" Mum, my member doesn't get soft." he affirmed worriedly in between moans. 

"  It’s ok honey. I'll make it soft." I assured him. I knelt in front of him, licking the tip of his penis. His legs wobbled.

" Mum..." he moaned my name. I took him fully in my mouth sucking and bobbing my head, tasting him for the first time.

I worked shipped his dick for less than 2 minutes and he shuddered in front of me. "I- I'm feeling a warm sensation spreading all over my body." he stated worried. " What is happening?"

I chucked releasing his dick from my mount and enveloping it into my hand. " You are cumming." I explained stroking faster.

" Am I supposed to feel something like this!?" he shouted losing control over himself.

I kept stroking until he exploded all over my breasts, covering them with his load. He fell on the bed exhausted, breathing heavily. 

I wiped my chest clean using some tissues and lay next to him. " See, it’s ok baby. There is nothing to be ashamed of." I told him smiling. He nodded still catching his breath.

" Mum can you explain to me what just happened?" he questioned me shyly.

" You see,  honey, you reached orgasm. Your member released semen and it felt good." I explained to him.

His eyes widen in shock. " Does it happen to women as well?" 

I laughed at his ingenuity. " It does, you made me  so horny that I want to have sex right now." I confessed.

He blushed but said nothing. Instead, he stared at my breasts. I could tell he wanted me to. 

" You want to fuck me, don't you?" I asked bluntly, biting my lower lip.

He looked at me puzzled. " What does it even mean?" 

I chuckled. " Let me show you instead."

I climbed on top of him and started grinding against his thighs. He hardened instantly. 

I knew I should have gone easy on him. It was his first time and me being used to dealing with men more experienced and older than him was a risk for him, if I did go to ride him the same way I usually did with other cocks he would break in half. But I couldn’t help it, I craved him so much. 

I was horny to stop and he looked so cute under me, so innocent. I needed to fuck him, I needed him to fill me and stretch my insides.

I rubbed my slit against his hardness, feeling the head of his dick poking me. 

" What are you doing?" he whimpered.

" I'm riding your dick baby." I moaned. I aligned myself perfectly with his member and impaled myself on it. He let out a sharp intake of air as he felt himself inside of me. 

The feeling was satisfying, he wasn't big enough to give me any issue stretching my pussy. I started to move my hips up and down, feeling his cock hitting my cervix each time I lowered myself onto him. I was moaning loudly and panting hard.

He was enjoying it as well, he held my waist firmly with his hand. I leaned forward and kissed him, feeling his tongue dancing with mine. Our teeth clicked together as I bounced on him harder and harder.

As I was expecting his member throbbed inside of me after a few minutes. I had to play smart not to make him feel bad about his performance, even though I was enjoying it thoroughly. 

" Baby, I can't take it anymore." I lied. " Please cum."  

His eyes lit up. " Really?"

I nodded and kept bouncing on him, not letting him stop thrusting into me. " Yes, cum inside of me." I begged.

He gasped at my words and buried his face into my neck as he unloaded himself deep into my womb. His arms wrapped tightly around my back, holding me close to him.

When he finished pumping his seed into me we collapsed on the mattress, panting and sweating profusely. " Did I do a good job?" he asked me shyly. I kissed his forehead. " Perfect."

I couldn't afford to tell him I wanted to keep going all night long." You can sleep here, tonight." I informed him. 

He hugged me tightly. " Thank you mum."

I wrapped my arms around him as well, feeling how his heart was still beating fast and strong.

The next few days flew like always, I had been called for a few shootings and my baby kept staying in his room days in and days out. 

It was a tiring Friday night, I plopped on the sofa wearing a white top and a matching pair of shorts. I had worked all the afternoon filming different scenes.

" Baby, I'm back." I called my son.

He came into the living room carrying his laptop, he was dead serious. " We need to talk." his blue eyes made me shiver more than the air conditioner. 

" Wha.." I tried to speak, but he cut me off. " Hear me out first."

It was unusual for him to be this cold with me. " I was doing some of my homework today and one of the requests was to look on Google for some information about our relatives and guess what happened as soon as I entered your name?" he was slightly losing his temperament. 

"  I don't understand." I said confused.

" All the results were about you and your career as AV Idol!!" he exclaimed. " All those fucking films you've done! And how people call you 'JAV Queen' because you are the most requested actress!" 

I stared at him shocked. " Well.."

" Well, what?" he interrupted me again. " You told me while we were fucking that you couldn't take anymore, and yet your last video that hit the charts was you begging a man with an 11 inches dick to keep fucking you and filling your tight pussy!"

My jaw dropped. " Um... I didn't want to lie to you." I stammered. I wanted to hide under the rug.

He shook his head. " Of course, you didn't!" he yelled. His little body was shaking in anger.

" Baby let me explain." I talked in a lower tone.

" Alright." he affirmed. " Explain to me the reason why you lied to me during our first time."

I sighed, hoping for the best. " Because I wanted to make you feel good about yourself." 

He glared at me. " If you cared about me you would have told me the truth." he huffed.

" Baby!" I pleaded. " You have seen in my videos how wild I am, I didn't want to break you or to scare you. And I wanted you to have a special time with your mother, no matter the circumstances."

He crossed his arms and pouted. " Is it true you love other men more than me?"

I shook my head. " Absolutely not! I love you more than anything in the world, but I enjoy sex with them."

" I'm well aware of that now, no need to remark it." he spat.

I sighed and walked in front of him. " What do you want me to do to make it up to you?"

I raised his chin defiantly. " Tell me."

He avoided my gaze. " Have you saved enough money?" he questioned. 

" More than you and I can spend in a lifetime." I replied honestly. " Why?"

He stared at me dead in the eyes. " I want you to retire, to leave that disgusting industry behind you and be just my mother, the one who is just special to me. Just my mother."

I looked at him, feeling conflicted. " Baby, money aside, how are we gonna deal with the lack of affection I crave for?" I asked him softly.

His eyes flamed. " I crave for you. I'm young and you could mould me as you please to fulfil all you need." his voice was firm.

I smirked widely. "  You do, huh?". " Yes." he nodded.

" Show me then." I challenged him. 

And he did, he proved to be more eager and greedy than any other man I had ever met. He ate me out like he was starving, making me scream and squirt in his mouth.

" Bed." I moaned, my legs were trembling from my climax. He took my hand and walked to my bedroom. 

" Baby, we are not done yet. You know, right.?" I asked him kneeling in the middle of the mattress. 

He nodded and crawled towards me. I reached down and grabbed his dick into my hand.

" I'm gonna make you ready." I stroked his length slowly and licked his head, taking him into my mouth and sucking hungrily. " You taste so sweet, baby." I praised him, feeling his precum leaking on my tongue. 

He moaned in delight and grabbed my head with his hands, pushing me down on his cock. I gagged a bit as he fucked my mouth.

After a few minutes, I pushed him away from me and lay down. " Fuck me now, baby." I urged him.

He positioned himself in between my thighs, lining up his member to my pussy and pressing it into me. He filled me, his thickness stretched my inner walls and I screamed in pain and pleasure.

" Harder, baby." I egged him on. His thrusts were slow at the beginning but became rougher as he gained confidence.

He slammed into me furiously and I let out screams of joy. He grabbed my ankles and placed them on his shoulders, pounding me relentlessly.

I felt him pulsing inside of me and squeezed my muscles around him.

" Cum, baby." I demanded.

He let out a strangled cry and released himself into my hole. I felt his hot seed coating my insides and it was glorious, so much so it triggered my orgasm and I climaxed around him. He collapsed on top of me, spent.

" That was great baby." I purred satisfied, stroking his head.

" Can we do it again?" he asked curiously.

" We will. Soon." I promised him. " You’re gonna be the king of this house from now on." 

He laughed. " Funny. Are you gonna retire for real?" he questioned. 

" I will, but there is one last shot I need to do the day after tomorrow that I cannot cancel so out of the blue." I replied. " But I want you to be on set with me, to see how everything goes." I proposed.

" Ok." he agreed. I cuddled with him and drifted away, thinking of all the dirty things I wanted to do with him. 

The day of the shoot arrived and I was nervous but excited at the same time, not only because it would be my last scene but also because my son would be present to watch it. 

We drove to the location which was a luxurious mansion, I had shot here a few times already and I knew exactly where I would find my colleagues and the crew. 

We reached the dressing room and my son followed me in, watching as I undressed and put on the costume chosen for the occasion. It was a black dress and a pair of high heels.

" It's not bad." he commented as I spun around to check how my dress fit me from behind. 

I looked at him amused. " Just not bad?" 

He looked on the floor. " You are extremely sexy." he mumbled.

I laughed. " You're such a good boy." I praised him. I leaned down and pecked his forehead, noticing as he blushed. 

I cupped his chin. " Remember, this is all for fun, and you need to remember that."

He nodded solemnly. " I promise to behave." 

" Good boy." I kissed him again.

The producer of the film came into the room to fetch me. " Hey Mina, we are all ready for you outside. This will be your last scene, do your best.

I grinned. " Of course." I waved at my son and left the dressing room. 

I stepped on set and found my partner for the shoot, the famous 11-inch dick named Jax.  He was a tall guy with broad shoulders, dark brown hair and hazel eyes. His cock was so thick that the guys on set used to compare it to a cucumber. 

" Hello, Mina." he greeted me with a smile.

I returned it. " Nice to meet you again."

" So, we will be playing as lovers cheating on their spouses and we end up having passionate sex." the producer explained.

" Sounds perfect." I approved, already knowing the script. 

" Action!" the director shouted. 

The scene began with us dancing and drinking alcohol at the party hosted in the house. It went smoothly until we reached the part where we were meant to kiss passionately and start fooling around. 

Everything changed when he slipped his hand into my dress and grabbed my breast. My eyes darted to my son standing behind the camera, he looked surprised by the sudden touch but not upset. He had an odd expression on his face, a mixture of confusion and lust. 

The scene proceeds with us groping each other. Jax pinched my nipples and slid his hand up my thigh and to my mound, caressing it through the fabric of my panties. I gasped in pleasure.

I glanced at my son again, he had a hard time hiding his boner and I felt sorry for him. " Sorry honey." I mouthed to him, hoping he could read my lips. 

He didn't seem bothered and gestured for me to continue.

We moved to the sofa and the director ordered us to remove our clothes. I obliged stripping out of my dress, leaving me bare apart from my bra and panties. Jax followed my example.

"  Let's try some foreplay, Jax can you eat her out." the director said, addressing my partner.

Jax didn't need to be told twice, he pushed me onto the sofa and settled himself in between my legs. 

His tongue was very skilled and had me writhing in pleasure within seconds, he licked my labia and my clit, sucking on my nub greedily. I moaned loudly as I felt myself nearing my release. 

My hand pushed him deeper into my folds, urging him to go on. He lapped at me eagerly, sending sparks through my body.

I looked at my son again and found him touching himself through his trousers, his face was red in embarrassment. I felt sorry for putting him in that position, but at the same time, it was arousing to see him so affected by the sight of me getting eaten out. 

Jax stopped suddenly and my gaze snapped back on him as he kneeled in front of me, holding his throbbing member. " She tastes wonderful." he complimented. 

I spread my legs further inviting him to enter me. He plunged into me, stretching me like a rag doll. I arched my back at the sudden invasion and moaned. 

" Mina, you have a tight pussy." he grunted. " I'm not even halfway in."

He began thrusting, slowly at first, allowing me to adjust to his size. Once he was fully seated in my channel he picked up his pace, pounding me fiercely.

I moaned at his ministration, my hands clawed at the cushion of the sofa.

" Oh god!" I shouted in pleasure. " Yes! Fuck me like that." I cried out as he hit my spot, rubbing it repeatedly.

My body trembled as he kept ramming me, I was at his complete mercy. My orgasm came overbearingly, causing me to convulse wildly. 

He fucked me through my climax, not stopping in the slightest. 

He was proving himself to be one of the best actors in the business. " Change position." the director ordered. 

We ended up in a reverse cowgirl. My legs were still trembling from the aftershock of my climax but I managed to sit on him, impaling myself on his cock.

I started to bounce on him, rubbing myself against his pelvis. His hands grabbed my tits from behind and kneaded them roughly. 

I was getting close again he rubbed my clit with his big fingers, making me clench around his shaft. " Yes!" I screamed, reaching another orgasm.

I collapsed on him, feeling exhausted from the intensity of my climaxes. He lifted me from his member, causing me to whine from the loss of him.

He pushed me face down on the sofa and entered me doggy style. 

His thrusts were savage and violent, he pounded me relentlessly. I loved it, the feeling of being owned by him. My body shook as he slammed into me, my tits jiggling.

His hands gripped my waist, keeping me still and preventing me from escaping his onslaught. 

" Fuck yes! Give it all to me." I screamed as he drilled into me.

"You adore my fat dick, don't you slut?" he groaned in my ear. I nodded eagerly.

Suddenly he slowed his thrusts and his member started to twitch inside of me. " Ahhh! Cum inside of me!" I shouted, squeezing him tightly.

He moaned and spurted his load into me, coating my insides with his seed. His movements were becoming slower and slower until he stopped entirely. He pulled out of me leaving me empty.

" Cut!" the director announced. 

I felt dizzy from the number of climaxes I had reached and tired from the scene. Jax helped me stand up and I thanked him. My gaze wandered searching for my son, finding him sitting far behind the camera and staring at me with an unreadable expression. 

He approached me with hesitant steps, avoiding eye contact. " So, you liked it, huh?" I teased him. 

" At first yes, while you were still making eye contact with me." he asserted. " But not at all while you two got lost fucking like animals." 

I chuckled and patted his head. " Baby, you gotta understand  that sex is not all about romance, sometimes you just wanna get lost in the act."

He avoided responding to me and walked back to the car. I pitied him, he must have been hurt by the way I acted during the shoot. 

I got cleaned and bid my farewell to all the cast, I found my baby boy playing with his phone while leaning on the car. He barely acknowledged my presence when I sat next to him. I drove back home, not daring to ask him how he felt.

" I'll order some dinner and we can watch a movie together, how does it sound?" I proposed as soon as we were in the safety of our house. 

He shrugged and kept on his phone. I decided to give him space and not bother him for the rest of the evening. 

I woke up to the sound of a knock on the door. " May I come in?" his voice was low and tender.  

I sat up and opened the door. " Of course baby, what are you doing here so late?"

He walked into my room and closed the door behind him. I could smell his cologne, a scent so fresh and enticing. " Can I sleep here tonight?" he asked shyly. 

" Of course." I welcomed him.

He hesitated not moving a centimetre. " Baby, if you want to be my partner you gotta be more confident within yourself." I began. 

" I quit as you requested, now let me show you how good I am." I added signaling him to lie with me on the bed.

He complied and snuggled next to me. I cupped his face. " Don't you want me, baby?" I whispered seductively. 

"I do." he confirmed. I kissed his lips, tasting his sweetness.

" Good. Now, let’s take off these pesky clothes." I cooed.

He stripped quickly, showing me his lean body and his hard dick. It was still impressive considering he hadn't hit puberty yet.

I removed my shirt and panties and straddled him. " Show me what you can do." I dared him.

He held my hips and guided me onto his dick, impaling me easily, I squeaked in shock. He moved his hips under me and I bounced on him, my tits swaying wildly as he pumped into me from below. 

I leaned forward and kissed his forehead, feeling the sweat droplets forming on his skin. I pressed my chest to his and kissed him passionately as he fucked me.

He reached up and played with my tits, fondling them gently. I moaned at the pleasure of it all. His finger traced circles around my nipple causing me to shudder.

He picked up speed and his thrusts became more intense, slamming into me repeatedly. I cried out in bliss from his ministrations. 

" You are gonna came me cum." I told him staring into his eyes.  

His eyes darkened. " I know, you are." he affirmed.

" Yes, baby." I moaned. I rubbed myself against him feeling his thickness fill me.

He grasped my waist and rolled us over, putting himself in control. He pinned me beneath him and fucked me savagely, his thrusts powerful and deep.

" Ahhh!" I cried out, my body shivering in ecstasy. " Make me yours." I begged.

He grunted, his expression twisted in pleasure. " Mine." he muttered. " Only mine."

His body tensed and his cock pulsed inside of me. He growled and spilt himself into me, filling my hole with his load. 

I orgasmed around him, squeezing his dick and milking him for more. 

We stayed connected for a few moments, breathing heavily, sweat dripping on our bodies.

I rolled my hips around his sensitive length. " You did good, baby." I made him moan. " But mommy demands more." 

He sighed happily but concern. " I'll do my best." he promised.

" Oh baby, I won't let you do anything less than your best and more." I rolled us once more. " You stay still and let me take care of you." 

He nodded. " Whatever you want."

I began to move my hips slowly, rotating and grinding around his semi-erect cock. His breath hitched in response. 

"You want my mouth again?" I teased. He nodded vigorously. 

I crawled down his body and took him into my mouth, sucking and licking his head and shaft.

His member grew bigger in my mouth as I pleasured it with my tongue. His hips bucked up as I sucked him, eager for more of me. 

He gasped and claimed me on him, I aligned him at my entrance and sank onto him, taking his length in one go. 

He cursed at the feeling of my inner walls gripping his hardness. His eyes roamed my body, drinking in the view of me on top of him. 

I rocked my hips, taking him deep into my core. His hands kneaded my ass as I bounced on his dick. 

I leaned down and kissed him, moaning at the feeling of his tongue in my mouth. He sucked my bottom lip and nibbled on my neck.

I moved my hips faster, increasing the pace of our coupling. His hand reached down and rubbed my clit, causing me to moan louder. 

" Yes!" I shouted as he rubbed my bud with his fingers. " You know how to make me  feel good."

His hand felt magical on my body, playing my clit. I rode him harder and harder, feeling my orgasm approaching rapidly. 

" Baby, try to hold back." I warned him, my body gave in and gushed out a torrent of liquid all over his stomach and cock.

I kept grinding on him through my climax, my muscles clenched around him.

He grunted in pain and pleasure. " Mommy!" he cried out. 

I held him still inside of me during my climax. 

I leaned in, kissing his lips eagerly. " Bravo, you didn't come yet." I praised him. " Now do all you desire to  me." 

His eyes darkened in desire. " Turn around." he demanded. I complied, crawling on my hands and knees in front of him.

" Spread your legs." he ordered. I did as told.

" What a beautiful ass you have." he complimented, slapping my cheeks lightly. 

I moaned at the sting. " Harder, baby. Spank it."

He obliged smacking me harder, reddening my skin. 

" Now, fuck it." I demanded. He didn't hesitate to plunge into me from behind, driving his cock deep inside of me.

His thrusts were brutal and relentless, he slapped my ass every time he bottomed out into me. My pussy clenched around him in pleasure.

" Ohhh!" I screamed.

His grip on my hip tightened as he fucked me wildly, his balls slapping against my thighs. His grunts were becoming more desperate and loud.

I leaned forward, bracing myself on the headboard. He bent over me and grabbed my tits, fondling and twisting them. His hot breath brushed against my ear.

" You like this?" he panted. " Being fucked by your son?"

"Yes." I breathed out. " More." I pleaded.

His fingers found my clit and rubbed it vigorously. I was close to reaching my climax again. 

" Cum with me." I ordered.

He didn't argue. " I'm going to cum!" he shouted and slammed into me one last time before he emptied himself inside of me.

I squeezed his cock as he released his seed, milking him for all his worth. He collapsed on top of me, spent. 

We remained there for a few minutes, his weight pressing down on me and his breath on my skin. His member still inside of me. 

" That was great baby." I praised him.

He rolled off me and we cuddled in bed. " Thanks." he replied.

" You deserve it." I caressed his cheek. " I love you." I admitted. 

"And I love you too, mum." he answered me. His eyes were heavy with exhaustion, his eyelids drooping shut. I watched him fall asleep, lulled by the rhythm of my heartbeat. I wrapped my arms around him and fell asleep too. 

I woke up by the tip of his fingers tracing different paths on my body, his eyes looked at me with utter devotion.  " Hi." he greeted me.

We cuddled for a bit, he got more clingy and affectionate than ever. " Baby, you gotta think to find a girlfriend sooner or later." I stated.

He frowned and squeezed my flesh in his hand. " Do not say blasphemous things." he hissed. " I won't leave you alone NEVER."

I smirked. " That's my boy." 

Flesh pressed on flesh, as we explored each other’s bodies with carnal abandon. Together we steadily built to a crescendo of ecstasy. Our faces contorted with bliss,  our breaths quickened, and our bodies tensed. We were one being, united in our mutual pleasure.

We crested the wave of rapture together. I cried out, overcome with euphoria, as he filled me with his essence. His cries mingled with mine, creating a symphony of passion.

As our bodies calmed, he collapsed on me. We shared a tender kiss, savouring the remnants of our climax. We basked in the glow of our union, our souls entwined in love.  Our embrace was eternal, a testament to the depth of our bond. We knew that nothing could ever sever the ties that bound us together.

In the silence that followed, we shared a moment of pure understanding. Our connection transcended the boundaries of familial relations, and we were one in spirit and flesh. Our love was pure, untainted by the judgement of others. We had discovered our brand of heaven, right here on earth.

Together, we embarked on a journey of endless exploration, driven by the burning fire of our desires. Every day brought new experiences, fresh adventures that fueled our passion. Our love thrived in the secrecy of our sanctuary, free from the world's prying eyes.

In our hidden paradise, we indulged in a life of hedonistic pleasures, surrendering ourselves to the whims of our hearts. We revelled in the ecstasy of our love, secure in the knowledge that we were truly, madly, deeply in love.

[vampiree-555]

"Please, I need it." part 2

c.s - drvgdealer

contains: smut , p! in v! , unprotected (wrap it folks) , dom!chris , sub!reader , oral fem!receiving , creampie , fem!reader , angst! , weed , alcohol , partying

part 1

a/n: sorry this took so long babes! im gonna start to make this into a series and will def make more oneshots. please give me suggestions and also let me know if you wanna be in my taglist! i hope yall enjoy! sorry it took so long 🤍

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I watched Chris walk out my apartment, slamming the door behind him, disappearing into the night.

"Don't text me again." repeated in my head constantly. I sat there, completely naked, still trying to comprehend what the hell had just happened. I gathered all my clothes that were sprawled out onto the floor and went to my shower, which I desperately needed.

I laid in my bed for the rest of the night, aimlessly scrolling on my phone, though I was continually puzzled by the earlier events.

I opened my messages and hovered above Chris' contact. He said to not text him again, but should I really listen?

I clicked his contact and typed away at my keyboard.

╰┈➤ texting

y/n : chris wtf was that

I sent the message but it immediately turned green.

"HE BLOCKED ME?" i shot up in my bed and yelled out in udder disbelief.

I opened instagram and searched up his username.

"user not found" now I was getting upset.

The last thing I had was snapchat. I reluctantly clicked on the app and scrolled to his name. Next to it sat a tiny x.

*timeskip*

"He blocked me on everything." I echoed through the phone to my best friend, Kailee.

"Girl that's weird as fuck. He really is gonna fuck you and then dip before letting you finish AND block you on everything? I always had a bad vibe about him." Kailee said in an obnoxious tone.

"I just want to get drunk and go out. Do you think we could go to that new club?" I spoke enthusiastically as I glued on the last of my press on nails to my fingers.

Kailee looked up at the phone with a small smirk and bit her lip. I knew she had been wanting to go for a while but I always shut her down simply because I was tired. Now, I needed a distraction.

"Hell yeah! Get ready and I'll come over in like an hour, then we can uber there!" She said in her usual excited tone.

We said our goodbyes and hung up the phone before I jumped into the shower, quickly shaving and cleaning myself.

I ran to my closet to pick my outfit. I settled on my black, long sleeve, off the shoulder, skin tight shirt and a matching pleated, black mini skirt, that perfectly showed off just enough of my ass.

I set the outfit on my bed and went to my vanity to start on my makeup. I decided to do a more natural look with a smoked out black wing and a brown lip.

Before I knew it, Kailee waltzed into my apartment and barged into my bedroom in her own hot, slutty, outfit.

"I brought pre-game!" she spoke as she pulled out two small shot glasses of Svedka vodka and set them each on the bed, next to my chosen outfit.

i quickly changed into my chosen outfit and added a pair of black platform heels. before Kailee and I left for the club, we both took our own shots of the vodka Kailee brought, both of us making gross faces to the taste.

We got into our uber once it arrived and made our way to the Aether Lounge club.

Flashing neon lights of all colors surrounded me. It was so dark you could barely see any faces in the crowded room. All you heard was that one song, Needed me, by Rihanna. The smell of sweating bodies, weed, and alcohol filled my nose the deeper we went into the crowd. Girls danced the night away as guys desperately tried to dance with the drunken girls though getting shoved away.

Kailee and I made our way to the bar, both ordering vodka redbulls. I took maybe one sip of my drink before I was sucked into the sweaty crowd by my best friend. We both let the alcohol take over our bodies as we became more sloppy with our movements the more we drank.

The lights added a euphoric sensation while it seemed everything moved in slow motion. I was down at least 6 vodka redbulls along with 3 shots of Jameson.

As the night went on I spent most of my time dancing with Kailee just having fun. Suddenly, I felt firm and large hands grab my waist.

They were cold and the fact they had metal rings on made me shiver against their touch. I quickly turned around to see a familiar silhouette standing above me. I followed his body carefully up to his shoulders, then his neck, to his jawline, eventually to those cold and piercing blue eyes.

I felt my heart rate skyrocket as a sly grin showed on his face. Chris.

"Miss me, sweetheart?" he spoke so smoothly. I could smell every ounce of alcohol and weed on his breath as he muttered into my ear.

I escaped from his tight grasp and slipped out the crowd to a more private and secluded part of the club. Chris knowingly, followed me.

I turned to face him with a scowl. I gritted my teeth as I threw my arms up in defeat and confusion.

It had been weeks since the last time we saw each other last and his last words to me were to "never contact him again". So what the hell was he doing here?

"What the fuck are you doing Chris? You told me to never contact you again. Are you following me? What do you want?". I was already angry with him and the fact that I had been drinking was not much help to deescalate the situation.

"I missed you, ma. I saw you dancing and thought I should probably speak to you because of what happened. And no, by the way. I'm not following you. I wanted to apologize for what happened but you have to understand I did it for your own sake." his words came out slurred every now and then and though I was impaired... I could still tell he meant it.

I folded my arms and shook my head as I scoffed at him.

"For my own sake? I'm the only one that can determine what's good and what's bad for me, Chris. You have to right to try and tell me what's good or bad for me." I wanted to scream at him. "You didn't have to block me on everything."

He rolled his eyes and licked his teeth.

"Y/n, last time I told you to not text me again and I didn't block you, you still texted me. So again I did it for your own well being. And when it comes to us... I do have say in what's good or bad for you." he retaliated.

I looked at him with an offended expression.

"Us?" i questioned. "There is no us. You and I are not an item and never have been. What happened last time was a mistake and it never should've happened."

Chris looked almost offended and hurt at my words. Instead he responded in anger.

"Are you fucking kidding me y/n?! You don't understand what's going on. How can you be so goddamn ignorant and oblivious to everything that's happening around you?! I shouldn't even be speaking to you right now but I am because I love you!" his chest rose and fell as he breathed heavily.

I rose my eyebrows and turned my lip up. My mouth fell open as I stared at him. I felt the heat in my chest rise and I just wanted to rip my hair out.

"Y/n. There's bad people out there who want to get to me through you. I had to cut contact with you after the first time to protect you but obviously didn't work. Being a dealer is not a safe job and being with me is too dangerous for both of us."

I just shook my head and began to walk away from him. I grabbed my phone and pulled up Kailee's contact. I told her I was going home early because I was exhausted and didn't feel good.

I walked outside and the fresh, cool air felt amazing against my skin. I closed my eyes to take it in before I felt someone grab my hand. I opened my eyes to face the man I had just been arguing with.

"Chris this is ridiculous. You sound ridiculous." I was cut off by his lips crashing against mine. I once again, did not pull away. I let our lips dance together until the burning sensation to breathe was hurting me.

I swallowed harshly while I looked up at him with my doe eyes. He placed his finger under my chin as he admired my features with his eyes that seemed to have turned soft instead of the cold blue that stabbed daggers into you.

"I called us an uber. It'll be here soon." He spoke so softly that it seemed to soothe me. I hadn't realized how tense I was until just now.

Pretty soon a black car pulled up and I followed Chris to the car. He opened the back door for me and helped me in before following suit.

It was a short ride that I don't remember much of. Only just the fact that Chris kept staring at me though I tried my best to ignore it. I looked out the window but could still feel his eyes watching me and my every move.

We stopped in front of an apartment building. My apartment building. I followed Chris out the vehicle as I thanked the driver.

"Go home y/n." he spoke so softly yet so sternly.

I only stared up at him for a few seconds though it felt like minutes. I was contemplating in my head and weighing out my decisions as I looked deeply into his eyes.

I never saw Chris during the day. It was only at night. If his eyes were still so bright at night, I could only imagine how captivating they were during the day.

"Come inside."

He cocked his head at me and chuckled.

"Y/n... you're drunk." he retaliated.

"Come on. I never finished last time... let's see if you can do it this time." i winked and smirked at him as i spoke. He seemed surprised at my actions though he still agreed. He rolled his eyes and scoffed as he followed me into my apartment.

Before I was even able to set my bag down or take off my painful shoes I was thrown against the wall. Chris held my hips to pin me in that position as he attacked my own lips with his.

Chris pushed his tongue against my lips and I instinctively opened my mouth to give him full access to freely explore my mouth. I moaned softly into his mouth with the passionate kiss.

He removed me from the wall and instead led me to the kitchen where he bent me over the cold countertop, sending shivers across my body.

Chris lifted my short skirt to expose my bare ass. I could sense the sly smirk on his face when he noticed I was not wearing any underwear.

"Who did you plan to fuck tonight, baby?" i heard that stupid ass smile in his voice. i rolled my eyes and groaned.

He slapped my ass that left a burning sensation. "Who do you belong to y/n?" he said in a deep and possessive voice. i gulped before looking back at him. his eyes were dark and angry but still so bright and soft.

"you. i belong to you." he nodded his head and practically ripped off his own pants and underwear.

just as before he entered into me ruthlessly and kept his fast and hard pace.

considering it had weeks since i last had sex i was so not used to his size. i winced in pain but that same pain slowly began turning into pleasure.

Chris tucked his left hand under my jaw and tilted my head up while with his right hand he held tightly onto my hip as he fucked me relentlessly.

i could feel as i got closer to my climax and Chris could tell when my moans and whines got more sloppy. i tightened around him which elicited groans from the man.

with only a few more thrusts from Chris i felt him coat my walls while i coated him with my own liquids.

he flipped me over to face him and he lifted me onto the counter, forcing my legs opened. i held myself up with my right hand while my left went straight to Chris's hair as he knelt down in between my legs.

without warning he inserted his middle and ring finger into me causing loud moans to escape my mouth. he used his tongue to circle around my clit. i gripped tightly onto his brown locks and leaned my head back in pleasure. i removed my hand from underneath me and laid back fully on the counter.

chris wrapped his arms around my thighs to keep me still. my core tightened when he sucked onto my clit and used his tongue to lick my folds.

he removed his mouth from in between my thighs and smirked that stupid smirk. "All clean baby."

i stared up at the ceiling while my chest rose and fell at a fast pace. i heard chris slip back into his own clothes and i quickly sat up on my elbows.

"You're leaving again?" chris tilted his head and softly chuckled. i furrowed my eyebrows at him and felt a heat rise in my chest from anger.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" he widened his eyes in surprise at my sudden outburst.

i jumped off the counter and stood in front of him.

"You cannot just tell me to never text you again and then you randomly come back, fuck me in my kitchen, and then leave!" i felt my eyes start to well up with tears as i glared at the taller in front of me.

he shook his head and gritted his teeth while looking off to the side. "I already told you this y/n. I'm leaving you to protect you."

"Then fucking leave! Do not just come back and make me get attached to you!!" the tears rolled down my cheeks as i continued my yelling. i choked on my own words.

"If you want to protect me then stop coming back!" i could see Chris getting angry too. his nostrils flared and grinded his jaw.

he looked down at me and noticed my red cheeks and tear swollen eyes. i could see guilt fill his eyes. he knew he had gone too far.

"Please listen to me y/n... I'm only leaving because I have to go meet with someone." he paused and took a deep breath before continuing.

"After this job, I'm done. I'll meet with some people and tell them I'm out... okay?" he cuffed my cheek in his hand as he wiped my tears with his thumb. "I promise."

I looked at the man standing over me. I couldn't say anything. i relaxed in his touch.

"Go take a bath, just relax, and I'll be back in about 2 hours." he spoke so softly I could hardly hear him. he placed a sweet and lustrous kiss on my lips before he left my apartment.

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taglist: @sturnthepot @sturniololo

[gigiprinceton]

Looking out of the window in our hotel still wearing Smooth's @softsmooth69 gift, I happen to spy the Stunning Brandenburg Gate, literally across the street from me... Oh Wow, how did I even miss that when I checked in.. I think to myself..

OMG .. I just "Have To" get a picture.. So after laying out my outfit, hopping in the shower, I finally begin to get dressed...

This is the opportunity Ive been waiting for.. Dressed in latex almost the whole time I'm here in Berlin... How Exciting...

So after getting dressed I knock on Dry's door only to find he's not in his room... hmmmm I think to myself, I wonder where he went to so early...

Oh well, I'm sure someone will be kind enough to take a picture of me in front of the gate...

Walking under the gate among the many people around me with my camera in hand, snapping pictures here and there and just deep in thought and amazement thinking of all the rich history all the way from the late 1700's when it was built until now..

"Miss, would you like me to take your picture"? I hear as I feel a tap on my shoulder...

Thinking its Dry, I turn around about to scold him for leaving me this morning...

But I am pleasantly surprised to see Bob once again from the @bob--and--friends Modeling Agency...

"OMG.. What are You doing here.. Are You Following Me"? I ask with a giggle..

No, but I'm glad I ran into you... he responds... "I need an extra model while I'm in town for another couple of shoots I'm doing.. You game"? he asks with a smile...

"Sure Bob.. You know I cant pass anything up for you"... I respond with an even bigger smile..

"Great"! he responds... "Ill contact you tomorrow, I'm in the Adlon as well... Let's get together"..

"Now about that picture... You know what to do"... Bob says as he takes my camera from me..

"Okay... Strike The Pose"...

[sc0tters]

Who Thought | Mark Estapa

summary: wanting to get Marks attention is something you never thought would land you in his bed.

prompt: “you two were practically made for each other.”

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, p in v, swearing, drinking.

word count: 2.41k

authors note: not often do I pay myself on the back after writing smut but i am seriously proud of this one. I almost sent @hischierhaze the entire thing I was so excited for people to see it. If you want to see more from the 500 celly you can do so here!

Everyone knew you were off limits.

Nick had told everyone the moment you walked onto that campus as a freshman when he was a junior that if they went for you they would have been as good as dead. Yet as he graduated some of the boys began to fancy their chances as they started trying to make moves on you. But you never cared for them as they never came from the one boy who you wanted them from.

Mark had been your partner during freshman orientation and from that moment the two of you hit it off. So to learn that he was in some of your classes too only meant all that much more to you as within months the two of you became friends.

Both of you had been with other people during the first two years of college but now as you were both finally single you prayed he’d finally see you the same way you saw him.

So that was how you landed up in your dorm curling your hair as your friends picked out your outfit “you always look unforgettable in this one!” Josie squealed as she handed you your blue bodycon dress “you sure he’s gonna like it?” Nerves ran through your body as you smacked your lips together fixing the ends of your hair in the process.

Clara nodded as she placed her hand on your shoulder “you two were practically made for each other y/n.” Your two best friends watched how you were able to bounce off of his energy and how you two were known as the couple who weren’t dating “maybe I shouldn’t do this.” Your words were met with another seltzer as the girls were doing predrinking in your dorm.

You were helped up as the dress was placed over your arm “go get dressed because once he sees you he won’t be able to get enough of you.” Josie explained as she tapped your nose making it scrunch.

Little did you know just how right they were. Mark hadn’t let his eyes leave your body from the moment you walked in and got pulled into a conversation with Luca he hated how you stuck to the sophomores side. The way your dress hugged the curves of your body and settled just over your ass would have made Nick kill you if he saw you in it. But tonight almost every guy found themselves taking a second look at you.

You had landed up playing against Mark and Ethan in a game of beer pong and at one point it seemed to be a game between you and Mark. It was the constant glares and smirks as the other person got their balls into the silo cups “drink up princess.” Mark smirked watching the ping pong ball land in the cup as it splashed the beer around the table.

It didn’t take you long to wrap your fingers around the cup as you chugged the dry drink not caring that it dripped down the sides of your mouth as you finished it “your turn Estapa.” You pointed out as you steadied yourself to throw the ball.

Luca met you with a celebration as he raised his hands to high five yours “there you go baby.” The Fantilli boy laughed as he wrapped his hands around your waist lifting you up in the process.

That was surprisingly not your first attempt to get Marks attention. As Mark pushed past you after the game all of a sudden your game plan changed “since when has he had an issue with you?” Luca asked crossing his arms not noticing the way your confused expression turned to a smirk “just a rough day I guess?” You shrugged noting how Mark was staring at you as he listened to something that another girl said.

The night had begun to grow old as you moved to the dance floor with a different boy and as alcohol began to cloud your judgement you let yourself dance against one of the guys on the football team. Mark let himself stare as his fists were clenched.

As tough as it was he let himself watch until you were pulled towards the staircase “I don’t think so.” Your blood went cold as you turned to see Mark stood with his hand on your shoulder.

It made the older boy laugh “don’t think that’s what she would want is it?” He stared down at you making you feel small. As both boys waited for your answer you couldn’t help but sigh “I’m gonna go with Mark.” You knew it was the best as he would have gone to Nick to tell him all about what you had done.

The boy next you didn’t stay for long as you glared at Mark “what are you trying to play at?” You furrowed your eyebrows as you crossed your arms.

Sure you wanted Marks attention on you but in this moment it felt like he was trying to protect you rather than trying to make a move on you “I’m trying to protect you!” His words made you scowl as the two of you pushed passed people to get to the door “god I’m an idiot.” You laughed thinking that he actually could have wanted you.

Mark had to remain hot on your tail all the way until the cool Michigan air hit your face “you make me sick.” As the words left your mouth it made him grab your hand as he pulled you close making your chest hit his “you wouldn’t have a clue how much I think about you.” Mark mumbled looking down at you.

It made you blink “then why the hell don’t you fucking act like that!” As you scoffed it all of a sudden made Mark smirk “you want me to show you how much I think about you?” He licked his lips as you nodded.

He didn’t wait for a second more to go by as the hockey player leaned down to kiss you “you’re gonna get me killed.” Mark moaned using his free hand to cup your cheek so that he could kiss you. Your hands wrapped around his shoulders as his tongue ran over your lips as he kissed you.

The two of you stayed there for a few more moments until you pulled away “I need you Mark, please.” Those words rang through his ears all the way until he pushed you into his room “god you’re gorgeous.” Mark groaned watching as you dropped to his bed.

It didn’t take him long to join you as he continued to let nip at the skin on your neck “Mark.” You whined leaning up to bring his head to yours “I need to taste you.” His words made you moan as you shifted up the bed allowing his hands to travel down your legs.

Mark kissed down your thighs making sure to be painfully slow as he loved each of your legs “god.” You propped yourself up on your elbows as your head dropped feeling your thighs tense.

He watched you as the light from the street lamps stared illuminated your face “is that what you wanted all along? My attention.” His words were soft as his breath fanned against your thong causing your hands to clench into fists.

As your body shook Mark hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties allowing him to pull them down “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.” He mumbled finally being faced with your bare cunt “if I was with James I would have already-” Mark didn’t let you finish your words as he licked a stripe up your slit making you yelp.

His hands locked around your thighs trapping you on your spot “dear god.” You gasped slapping your hand over your mouth in an attempt to suppress your moans.

Mark smirked as he pressed a kiss against your clit “it’s just me pretty girl.” The nickname make your body turn to jelly “you’ve got such a sweet cunt.” He mumbled to himself as his tongue swirled around your clit.

You felt trapped as your fingers locked locked in his hair “don’t stop.” You begged feeling his fingers thrust into your cunt “Mark you’re so-” you cut yourself off with a moan as you grinded your hips against his face with the little bit of movement that you could do.

He felt himself grow hard as he replaced his tongue with his free fingers “you know how easily you could have had this?” Mark asked as he kissed the inside of your thigh “all you had to do was be a good girl and come to me.” Your cunt clenched at his words as your cheeks turned red.

The air in the room felt humid as his eyes practically took you apart piece by piece “but instead you wanted to play the hard game huh?” The hockey player curved his fingers causing them to hit deeper into your core “asked you a question sweets.” As the wheels in your brain began to visually turn again Mark lowered his lips back down to your clit as his mind began to grow jealous of what his fingers were doing.

You moaned as your mouth grew wet much like your soaked cunt that Mark treated like his last meal “just wanted your attention.” You mumbled feeling a wave of embarrassment coarsed through your veins as you felt your legs shake.

It made you feel like a fool as you came ever so closer to your high “look at you now having it and you can’t even handle it.” Mark laughed as his nose hit your clit “ah!” You gasped grasping at the sheet beneath you.

Mark wasn’t an idiot, the way your breathing became uneven and how the way you drove your hips became ever more desperate as you clenched your cunt with all of your strength. It was clear, you were close “I’m gonna.” You coughed using your strength to look at him.

What you didn’t expect was that Mark responded by dropping your legs to the side as he retracted himself from the bed earning a whine from your lips “surely you didn’t think I’d let you get away with acting like that this easily?”Mark laughed at you as you nodded swearing that Mark would have been good to you.

But before you could complain further his arms raised the ends of his shirt up to let you see his abs “you like what you see baby?” Mark smirked as you tilted your head up to nod. It took him a few seconds to get down to you as he kneeled in the gap between your legs “please Mark.” Your whines for the first time were met with him actually listening to you as he helped you get out of your dress as he bunched it around your waist “gonna make you feel so good.” His words echoed through your ears as you lay your head down against the mattress.

The sound of his belt unbuckling as his jeans dropped to the floor it made you gulp as you saw him grab the condom “been waiting for this for months baby.” Mark groaned as he teased your clit with the covered head of his cock “Jesus!” You moaned as his cock stretched your cunt out making sure to bottom you out as his torso hit your clit.

It made Mark grunt as his hand pressed against the mattress above you “you only got me in here pretty girl.” The hockey player kissed your neck letting his lips nip at the skin “need you to move.” You begged tapping his arms as you pushed against the sheet of his bed.

His thrusts began as your legs found themselves perfectly locked around his hips “Mark.” You whined feeling his chain hit your chin as he repositioned himself to hover over you.

With each move of his cock it seemed that he was hitting a deeper part of your cunt “making me feel so full.” Your hands found themselves against his back as your nails raked over the skin “god this cunt is perfect.” Marks compliment made you whine in a respond as your lips formed a pout attempting to find his lips.

Your nipples throbbed against the fabric of your dress making you only care about getting your first orgasm of the night “made for you.” You moaned as your eyes screwed shut struggling to remain focused “all yours Mark all yours.” Those words made Mark swear that he was going to die.

Mark groaned feeling your cunt clench around his cock “if you don’t shut up I’m gonna come.” He warned as his free hand went to your clit to try to help you come before him “‘m sorry.” You frowned as your words got caught in your throat.

It made Mark smirk as he shook his head “such a sweet baby aren’t you.” Mark cooed brushing his lips over yours “being such a good girl for me.” He groaned feeling your hands scratch his back sure to leave a mark.

The room felt sweaty as his hands were on you and your moans painted the walls of it “I’m close Mark.” You announced forcing your head against the pillow beneath you “want you to let the whole house hear how good I make you feel.” His words weren’t done kind of request, they were ordering you to be vocal and you weren’t going to deny him of that right.

Your throat felt raw as you cried “please don’t stop Mark.” You begged squeezing your legs tighter around his waist “right there oh!” You cried as you came feeling your body writhe between the boy and his sheets as your eyes screwed shut.

Marks orgasm wasn’t far behind as your cunts sporadic movements made his throbbing cock coat his load into the inside of his condom “that was hot.” You blurted out feeling his lips kiss your shoulder.

As he slid his cock out of your cunt your body shook “I’m just gonna get you a cloth.” Mark explained as he smiled getting up to see you still in your fucked out state as you lay on his bed barely nodding in the process.

Seeing you like that honestly made his day as Mark knew that he had you in just the way he wanted.

[oizysian]

IV. ALL THAT YOU LOVE

All Eyes on Me masterlist

Word count: 1.5k

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It was early in the afternoon when I heard my phone go off. I groaned, the sun blinding me as I turned over and opened my eyes, trying to locate my phone. I reached over to the coffee table in front of me and grabbed for it, falling off the pullout couch I was laying on as I did so.

"Fuck." I let out a groan, grabbing at my shoulder and sitting up.

After rubbing the temporary hurt, I picked up the phone and checked who was texting me.

???: Hey, Y/N! It's Lizzie! Do you still wanna meet up for lunch? I know a cute little bistro by your hotel if you're interested. Let me know, okay?

It took me a moment to register what I was seeing before realizing that it was Elizabeth texting me about our lunch date. No, stupid, not a date - she's married, stop that.

I checked the time, nearly 10:30am. I sighed and sat up against the couch, eyeing the bed where Brie was still asleep. What was I gonna do about her? Maybe I'd bring her some food back if she wasn't up by the time I was ready to leave.

With a little bit of a struggle, I got up from the floor, my body stiff and my head still spinning a little bit. Even though I had way less to drink than Brie did, I still had a little bit of a hangover. She was gonna have the worst headache of her life when she woke up.

I went into the bathroom, splashing some water on my face to wake myself up. This was the day I'd been waiting for forever. The woman who I had the biggest crush in the world on, who I had just met last night, was meeting me for lunch. I had to be on the top of my game.

I brushed my teeth and got dressed, deciding on a simple outfit, not much different than the one I wore the night prior. I took two aspirin and a glass of water and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed on the side closest to Brie so that when she woke up, she'd see it and maybe it would lessen her hangover. Maybe.

As I was putting on my shoes, my phone went off again. It was Elizabeth letting me know she was downstairs. Okay, this was it. I could do this.

I took a deep breath and collected my belongings. I looked back at Brie to see if she had woken up and when I was absolutely sure she was still asleep, I left, closing the door behind myself as quietly as I possibly could.

I nearly ran down the hall towards the elevator, beyond excited to be meeting Elizabeth fucking Olsen for lunch. I got in the elevator, wringing my hands nervously as I quickly approached the lobby.

Don't say something stupid, don't say something stupid.

I held my breath as the doors opened. I stepped out, discreetly looking around for her as I exited the building.

"Y/N! Hey!" I heard a feminine voice call me and I turned to see Elizabeth waving at me just a few feet away from where I was standing.

"Hey." I greeted her back, walking up to her and only being slightly surprised at the giant hug she gave me as a hello.

"I'm so glad you decided to have lunch with me before you left for New York."

"How could I say no?" I smiled at her and she linked her arm with my own, leading me down the street.

I looked down at our arms interlocked and I could feel my heart pounding hard in my chest. This closeness was a lot to take in.

"This place makes the best sandwiches and the coffee is to die for. Do you like coffee?" She asked me and I nodded.

"Iced mostly, but I drink it."

"Me too. I love iced coffee. And smoothies. Pretty much anything cold. Especially ice cream."

"I love ice cream." I smiled at her enthusiasm, wondering where she got all this energy from so early in the day.

"What's your favorite flavor?"

"Hm ... jamoca almond fudge. A Baskin Robbins exclusive. What's yours?"

"Pumpkin. Or caramel crunch. With toffee."

"Pumpkin?" I make a face. "Yuck. Absolutely yucky."

"No!" She cried out, tugging on my arm. "You have to try it! There's a place in the east village that has the absolute best pumpkin flavored ice cream!"

"I'm not sure how I feel about pumpkin flavored anything." I chuckled, watching as she pouted at my words.

"Please, just once! Come with me to get pumpkin ice cream, you won't regret it, I promise."

I looked at her for a split second and nodded, giving in rather easily. Even though the thought and idea of pumpkin flavored ice cream disgusted me to my very core, I would try it for her.

"Next time you're in New York we can try it."

"Yes!" She cheered, bouncing slightly on her toes as we continued to walk.

Before I had a chance to respond we had arrived at our destination. She led me inside and spoke to the hostess, confirming her reservation and she led us to a secluded table outside where we got comfortable and started looking at the menu.

"Everything sounds so good." I murmured to myself, flipping between the lunch section and the drinks.

"This is what I recommend."

She pointed out a few items and I hesitantly chose one that she picked out, wanting to try something new but afraid of my pickiness getting in the way.

"You'll love it. The chicken here is so good."

"I trust you, Elizabeth. I know you won't steer me wrong."

"Call me Lizzie. People only call me Elizabeth in a professional sense."

"Okay. I trust you, Lizzie."

She smiled brightly at me and I nervously took a sip of my water. Damn, why did she have to be so cute.

"So, tell me more about your video games."

"I can only tell you about how much I love them, 'cos that's all I know."

She giggled, resting her chin in her hand and leaning her elbow on the table.

"Are video games all that you love?"

I blushed slightly, shaking my head at her words.

"No, I love other things too."

"Oh? Like what?"

You.

"Sleeping. I sleep a lot."

"Mm, I wish I could say that." She looked at me for a moment before speaking again. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

I shook my head.

"Girlfriend?"

I shook my head again.

"I'm very single. I haven't had a girlfriend for quite a few years."

She nodded at my words and leaned back in her seat when the waiter arrived to take our order. She waited for them to leave before striking up the conversation again.

"You seem really close to Brie." She was no longer looking at me, her attention now on the glass of water in front of her. "Do you guys ... like each other?"

What an odd question. I took a moment to think about it before answering her. Did I like Brie? Of course I did, but did I want to date her? I mean, maybe if I had met her before knowing about the existence of Elizabeth. I had a huge crush on her and despite the fact that I had only just met her, I got butterflies when she was around and I just didn't feel that way about Brie.

"Not like that. On my end, at least. I can't speak for Brie."

She nodded in understanding, taking a sip of her water.

"I would've guessed differently from the way you were both acting yesterday."

"Yeah, I know." I smiled slightly. "We're just really good friends. We have a lot of the same interests and she's a really great person to hang out with."

"Maybe I should get to know her more myself." She spoke and I nodded.

"You could always play video games with us. We could teach you Mario Kart."

"Oh, I love Mario! I wanna play as Princess Peach."

"I usually play as baby Daisy. Brie seems like a Dry Bones kinda guy."

"Dry Bones?" She questioned and I realized that she probably hadn't played any Mario games with the newer characters in them.

"We gotta catch you up with Mario lore." I laughed and she scrunched up her nose in amusement.

"I think that'll be fun."

We ate our lunch, chatting about nothing and everything. She insisted on paying and I let her, but only after she promised she'd let me pay when she came to visit New York. I bought Brie something small to eat and we left, her arm linked with mine once again as we made our way back to the hotel.

BREAKING CELEBRITY NEWS

Elizabeth Olsen was seen having lunch with a mystery woman today. Sources say the duo met last night at the most recent Marvel afterparty.

Elizabeth, seen here, enjoyed lunch and spoke animatedly throughout the meal.

EDIT: Sources say the mystery woman is Twitch streamer Y/N, known as y/n_gaymergod on the internet.

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[k9iriz]

𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞

𝘬𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘹𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦…𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘴𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵

𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘭

kylian pulled me into a guest room eagerly but not quietly as i resisted so hard, struggling and making a scene all the way upstairs, but no one noticed.

well i “kinda” got mad on the way over here and took it all out on him.

“get off of me—” i almost cursed before he slammed me against the door, his hand wrapping around my neck.

we found a random guest room in messi’s house where the whole date night was planned, i simply didn’t wanna go.

plus when i was picking him up from practice, he was smiling and giggling with somebody, a female at that.

him just brushing it off after he put his number in her phone, and didn’t speak to me until we got to the house.

caused me to flip.

he hugged me in front of her, dodging my kiss, but “it wasn’t his intention” he says.

pfft.

“you’re just making this even worse on yourself. shut up.” kylian demanded, he looked so fine in his dressed up attire, and not to mention his hair was dyed recently blonde.

i bit my lip, shutting my mouth as said before he threw me on the guest bed, note i had on a nice see through black outfit, corset curvy bodysuit, exposing all the curves and body marks.

kylian stalked towards me as he took his suit jacket off, soonly unbuttoning his white shirt a bit, turned me the hell on.

and his hands? god.

“come here y/n.” kylian demanded, done with my games.

“no, we’re not doing this shit right now!” i cursed as kylian grabbed me, pulling me down towards the edge of the bed, earning a yelp from me.

“you’re so fucking disobedient.” kylian roughly mumbled before stripping me roughly of my clothes, leaving me naked, but with his white button down shirt.

my legs hopped around his arms well, leaving him in towering over me as our breaths hitched over one another, our noses nearly touching.

i got wetter by the second. “watch me. and you take your eyes off of me, you’re not gonna cum.” kylian grunted as my walls clenched around him, smoothly sliding into me with ease, earning a gasp from me.

i felt my walls get together around him, making him groan before the sounds of my wetness filled the room along with the skin clapping as my moans grew louder.

“fucking slut, wearing this outfit, trying to get somebodies attention?” kylian roughly degraded me just only for me to hear.

my eyes never left the scene underneath me, making me cry and plead, the moans growing louder.

“k-kyliannn!” i whimpered as my eyes rolled back, making kylian shift, pinning my legs back, making my thighs touch the mattress.

i was a moaning mess.

“o-oh my f-fucking goddd!” i dragged out in tears as my eyes rolled back, making kylian wrap his hand around my neck, just staring down at all my love faces.

meanwhile i was going fucking crazy.

“it was just “fuck me” 10 minutes ago, but when im fucking you, it’s all moans and screams, amor.” kylian talked to me as i felt myself traveling through a orgasm.

kylian pushed all of himself in as i screamed. a toe curling scream. “d-daddy!”

he was so girthy and thick, it felt like i was being filled up to a point to where i was levitating at the pleasure i was getting, feeling stuffed.

i pushed my hand hard as i could against his abs as tears ran down my face, causing him to slap my hand away, dribbling spit on his dick as his strokes got rougher, abusing my spot.

“shut the fuck up & take it, slut.” kylian growled under his breath. my hands gripped the sheets as i felt him in my stomach, noticing his print through it.

kylian held my ankles open as he smirked mentally, at how submissive i was.

“p-please slow down baby…” i cried, feeling my legs shake for the third time, feeling as if i was gonna just squirt.

“say sorry. you got it amour, don’t cum yet.” kylian’s finger ram across my clit so effortlessly, causing me to squirm.

“i-im sorry.” i moaned out as my grip got tighter on the sheets.

“for what?”

“f-for earlier.” i whimpered. “you don’t need to worry about her, who do i fuck and come home to every night hm?” kylian asked, slowing down.

“m-me.” i stared up at me as he stared at me back, this intimacy felt so good within the moment.

“im all yours, amour. don’t ever fucking forget that.” as i felt the tightest knot in my stomach, tears streaming down my face.

“im gonna c-cum!” i cried out, as kylian towered me again, as our hands came in clutch, staring down at me as he talked me through my orgasm.

“go ahead, cum for me. stare at me when you cum too. so fucking gorgeous.” kylian said as my eyes began to roll back, i wasn’t even gonna be able to walk after this.

i let out a scream as i clenched around him, causing him to groan out, before sitting up quickly, pulling out straight on your pussy, feeling himself cum a little quicker than usual. “ah putain! merde y/n.” kylian shouted.

heavy breathing filled the room as he rubbed in the cum with his still swollen tip, before he gripped the back of my thighs, feeling his wet tongue glide across my clit.

i moaned loudly as i caressed his head, staring down at him just eating my soul out.

he lapped up every single drop i had left, feeling my legs buckle and tense up as he lifted himself, kissing my lips, combining his cum & my juices on his lips…

lord have mercy…

“my legs hurt babe.” i whined as i sat up, as he helped me get dressed, me helping him button his shirt up.

“ill help you walk back downstairs…hope they didn’t hear us.” kylian prayed, before a knock on the door was heard, making us jump lightly.

“the walls are thin! don’t think we didn’t hear you!” messi and his wife shouted from the door, earning a laugh from us.

that’s kinda embarrassing, but it did fill my love for public sex.

short drabble or wtv, cleaning and finishing drafts! jude is next guys!

love u guys. ❤️

[loweffortopinions]

Dragon Age: The Veilguard

Play Time: 70 hours and going because I like to hurt myself?

Platform: EA Pro Play 

Rating: 4/10

(Moved this Review from my other account because I can't mix art and text)

Environments 

I had a few oh, that’s pretty moments, but overall I found it hard to feel immersed. The cities are nice I guess and detailed, but they lack distinct, memorable qualities. 

A city like Minrathous has the potential to be an exciting showcase of magic woven into everyday life. Mages using spells to transport goods or to perform mundane tasks. I was also looking forward to see a clear divide between magic users and non-magic users, as previous games have implied that Minrathous is Ferelden in reverse. Instead, NPCs feel static, and there is nothing new or interesting done with the magic. For a place built up as legendary in previous games... Minrathous just doesn't deliver. Further, you only get to explore one district, so there is no contrast between richer and poorer areas. And Treviso? It's pretty... but I mostly remember pointy roofs and ziplines.

Character Design

Faces and hair are a big step up from previous games, and armors are varied and nice to look at. But it comes at the cost that it feels overdone, leaning into flashy, cartoony territory. I ran around in my starting armor for half the game because nothing really fit my character.

The companions suffer from this too to some extent. Darin’s open-chested armor seems impractical for a warrior, Neve, supposedly from Docktown, looks more like an aristocrat from Orlais than her background suggests. Bellara’s design is fine, but aside from her vallaslin, she doesn’t seem particularly Dalish. Emmerich and Harding look fine, especially in their camp outfits, which I prefer for most characters.

Combat and Gameplay 

I’ll be honest—I eventually turned the difficulty down to story mode just to get through the game. The combat didn’t do it for me: repetitive enemy hordes that seem randomly placed, limited abilities, and dodging and rolling mechanics that don’t feel very engaging.

Aside from a few setpieces and two boss fights, no encounter stood out. It’s not a particularly hard game, it just got tedious after a few hours.

Another complaint is that every class now feels overly magical. Since the lore around magic is such a key part of the series, this really rubbed me the wrong way. 

Story and World-Building 

Starting with the biggest issue: Veilguard’s main story is a weak.

In Inquisition, even if Corypheus wasn’t the most compelling villain, there was still a sense of growth as you built up your organization and connected with companions. In Veilguard, it feels like they stripped away what worked in previous games and just kept Corypheus. And the worst part? I miss Corypheus. At least he had a booming voice and some interesting lines. Veilguard has none of that.

The villains in this… honestly, where to start? Rather than feeling meaningful, they’re just names repeated so often it feels like the game worries I’ll forget them. Villains aside events unfold without much connection, leaving me questioning why things happen the way they do.

Why are we choosing these allies?

Why am I stuck doing busy work for them while the world is supposedly ending?

But who cares! It's not like your allies really matter. Rook is a one-man army after all. If we’d had them instead of the Hero of Ferelden, the Blight would’ve ended in Ostagar—and every named NPC would’ve survived, including whoever slay the Archdemon. 

Character and Companion Dynamics 

While presented as experts, they rarely get the chance to demonstrate their skills. Harding sometimes provides useful contacts, and Emmerich occasionally shows his abilities, but beyond that, companions often feel like tropes with minimal growth or depth.

For instance, one character is the “unwilling father,” but we never see him grapple with it genuinely—he just says it. Others are similarly shallow: the socially awkward “nerd,” the “noir detective” with a heavy burden, and the “tortured assassin” who doesn’t seem all that tortured. Insights rarely go deeper than quirks, like loving coffee or fish, which get mentioned repeatedly without further development. 

Previous games built strong, opinionated characters who added depth to the world, but here, companions are lacking. Banter is shallow, with little conflict or chemistry. I’ve never played a Dragon Age game where I wanted to skip side quests or companion quests, yet here, I actually did.

I honestly prefer Andromedas cast over this on. Never thought I'd say that but here we are.

Main Character and Roleplaying

Rook’s voice actor; I love em'... which only makes the limited dialogue options more frustrating. I tried to play Rook as a practical, no-nonsense character, but the writing kept steering me back to a softer, more agreeable tone.

If you’re aiming for a tougher or more forceful personality, you're out of luck. If you plan to play be prepared for Rook to come across as a diplomat. Further, you are forced to agree with everyone, and never get to question them or their motives.

So... maybe don't get this if you're into Baldurs Gate 3 and player agency?

Ending Words 

If you’re like me, and the highlights of previous games have been the banter, character depth, and exploring the world and lore, you’ll likely be disappointed. Honestly, I’d even recommend skipping it. Then again, I've seen people say the opposite. So what do I know?

No matter what you do, I’d suggest waiting for a sale. It’s not worth the full price. 

Extra shit

Combat and Gameplay 

There’s the matter of the quest marker, which gives you tunnel vision which distract you from the enviorments.

The loot feels out of place due to its flashy animation. I started skipping loot in certain areas because it felt inappropriate and slowed down the pacing.

You'll fast travel a lot. And I don't mean in a big open area. It's more of a design flaw: Fast Travel to the Lighthouse to talk to a companion. Fast travel to a location to start that companion's quest, walk to said spot to start the quest. Repeat 5 times.

Story and World-Building 

The ending to its credit, was nicely paced and visually strong. If the rest of the game had been more like that, it would’ve been a decent experience. 

The Shadow Dragons, the Crows, the Wardens—all these factions make sense to be here but do nothing meaningful for the story or the worldbuilding.

Even dramatic scenes lack memorable moments. For example, there is a prison escape that's visually pretty but otherwise lacks substance. The person you rescue has supposedly been there a year, but nothing about their appearance or behavior reflects this. There’s no memorable dialogue, nothing deeper—it’s all surface-level.

I personally think Bioware are cowards for only letting you side with an anti-slave organisation. Come on: This isn't the Teviner you've built towards for 3 games! *shakes fist*

[ryeriy]

can I request either jack or trevor making their kids halloween costume and it being cute and fluffy?

Yes omg this is so cute I adore it smm

my fashionista

warnings: none

a/n: this is so cute this could low-key be a series with this I made with with different scenarios but idk if I will, let me know :)

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"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" Alexis came running into my bedroom. She was all excited and climbed up into my bed. "Guess what mommy!" She exclaimed. She was sitting right in front of me. "What is it, sweetheart?" I asked her while rubbing my eyes.

It was late at night. She had woken me from my sleep, but I didn't know how much I was asleep. The last time I checked she was in her bed doing the same. I'm curious to as why she is running into my room. "Daddy is making my costume!" She bounced up and down and clapped her hands.

"He is? Wow Lex!" I sat up resting my back against the headboard. I could see a wide smile on her face. I couldn't help but smile to myself. But I was also confused to as why he would be making a costume at this time of night, considering he just got home from a game.

"He's doing it now too! Come look, Mommy!" Alexis pulled my arm lightly. I picked her up and I got out of my bed, placing her on the ground. She ran right to the living room. "Hurry!" She eagerly spoke.

For being five, she has a sassy side to her. She gets that from me though, so can I complain? I rubbed my eyes and yawned. I walked down the stairs to see Jack sitting on the floor with a hot glue gun in hand, all sorts of colored rhinestones, and an outfit. The TV was on to a hockey game that was on. "What's going on here?" I said while looking at him softly.

"I promised Lex I would make her costume this year and so I'm sitting here the day before Halloween making a butterfly costume," he looked at me and smiled. I laughed and smiled at him.

"You're not tired?" I asked him. He just got home from a game and probably the store to get all of these supplies.

"Oh no, I am, I just needed to get this done for her so I decided to go to the convince store and grab a few things. Care to sit out here with me?" Jack asked.

Alexis was excited to see Jack, she sat down next to him and smiled. He put the glue gun down and lifted her into his lap. I watched him as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the forehead. I walked over to them and sat down next to him watching him glue the rhinestones onto her costume. It was the cutest thing to watch. "I've been working on it for a few days now, but it's almost done, Lexi!" He said while glueing a few more on.

"I thought this was last minute?" I asked him while looking over at him. Alexis was starting to wind down and start to get a little tired. I could tell she was. "This part of the costume, the headband, tutu, and shies were already done," he replied.

"Lexi, baby, wanna see your costume?" Jack asked her. His head looked down to see her with her eyes closed. She had fallen asleep in his arms. "I guess she'll have to wait until tomorrow," he said while chucking a bit. "There's no point of me getting up now since she'll probably wake up if I decide to move," he jokingly said.

I got up before I grabbed Alexis off of his lap. "I've got her, go get some rest now. I don't care if it's in the bedroom or in here just sleep," I smiled as I walked upstairs slowly to her room.

I got to her room and slowly put her down on her bed. Pulled her blankets over her tucking her in. I bent down to stroke her before kissing her on the forehead slowly and quietly closing her door. I sighed in relief as I got her to her room without waking her. I made my way to my bedroom to see Jack lying down. I climbed into bed next to him. "Goodnight, babe," I leaned over and saw him sleeping and kissed him on the forehead before laying down and falling asleep myself.

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[chlondykebar]

Housewife in the basement

Warnings: smut, roughtop!Agatha, mommy kink, very light pet play, fem!reader , established relationship, sex magic,

18+ only

Authors note:

This is my first one yall, chronically horny reading smut for years but here I am taking a stab at it myself. Let me know if you guys would be interested in a part 2. Because I’m enjoying writing the smut I’d want to read

Your life has certainly gotten quite strange since you followed your witch girlfriend into town. “Westview” is what they call it but it feels more akin to the thunder dome.There has been so much you have not been able to understand since you fell into the world of magic, and what ever the fuck is happening in this town flew right over your head so you stay at home, away from outside, and people. Agatha had warned you that the witch you now know as Wanda may notice you and force you under your spell, which of course, you did not want to happen. So you stay inside of Agathas home, well you think its Agathas home… there are many questionable rooms that suggest a man lives here but you always brush it off as a weird design mistake. You did not mind being the house wife though, if you squinted it was almost like Agatha was coming home from work and not gaslighting her neighbour so she can absorb her power. Agatha has always been like this though, she makes it hard to stay fully committed but at the end of the night she always has you on your knees begging, its a kind of love you feel as if can never break.

You sit at the edge of the couch, mug in your hand thinking over and over again about what you saw in the basement today. It all happened so fast, you were making sandwiches for Wanda’s kids and then all of a sudden you see Wanda in the centre of the basement bound by Agatha’s power. No matter how hard you tried, it was just that moment playing over and over in your head, seeing Wanda tied up and tossed around like a rag doll sent waves of heat through your body. You went over this scenario in your head thousands of times before you were snapped out of it by the sudden opening of a door. In walks your girlfriend- but wait she’s not wearing her big “final boss bitch” outfit like you had planned.

“Aggie?! What happened” you ran over to her as she slammed the door and dropped the purse you did not remember her owning.

“I got completely fucked by the Scarlett Witch thats what” She replies and with a wave of her hand her outfit changes from the suburban neighbour look she was wearing to the outfit she had on earlier in the day except her hair is a wavy mess and fingers stained with the aftermath of the dark hold.

She slumped on the couch “I almost fucking had her too… damn me and my villainous monologues”. You sit down beside her trying to gauge the damage and what has happened.

“Are you hurt? If she hurt you I swear to-“ “What? What on earth could you possibly do to her? I got my ass beat into the ground. You couldn’t hurt a fucking fly.” She snaps. Taken aback by her anger you scoot over on the couch, her grimence softens and she replies in a lighter tone

“no, im not hurt… well other than my largely inflated ego…” . “So… she just let you go? Just like that?” You respond. “No… it was humiliating she thinks she trapped me as Agnes again don't know how she thought that would work but…” she pauses and lightly laughs “she just doesn’t know how to use all that power” she sighs and slumps into the couch.

“So… now what?” You ask cautiously “I guess we leave?” “Oh no darling Wanda will be back trust me, I’m just forced to play the waiting game” You place a kiss on her forehead as you stand up, on the way to get some more tea, but a purple wall of magic appears in front of you blocking your path.

“Tsk tsk tsk did I give you permission to leave?” Agatha scoffs. You sigh and roll your eyes “I am just going to get some more tea Aggie”. Agatha snaps her fingers and instantly your cup is refilled and one appears in her hand for herself.

“No princess, you are going to sit down and tell me why your mind is being so loud”. Damn, nothing ever gets past her. Agatha stays out of your mind because she does care about your privacy but when you feel an emotion strongly, she says she can always hear the muffled thoughts. Not clearly enough to pick out exactly what you are thinking but enough to know something is distracting you from the conversation.

“Sorry Aggs, I'm listening I promise, I guess my mind is running from the fight you had with Wanda today and all..” you try to play it off as worry. Suddenly your body is immobilized and you feel a tightness around your throat.

“Now what did we say about lying” Agatha’s voice has that tone that makes your knees weak, the one reserved for the bedroom. At that moment there was no more playing it off, she already knew what was happening. She begins to pace around your body and takes the mug out of your hand.

“Believe me angel, we probably have decades before Wanda shows back up for me to tell you about the fight- but suddenly I’m interested in something else” she smirks, releasing you from the magic. Instantly she holds out her hand and your underwear appears in it. You have now become increasingly aware of its absence against your sweatpants. Your breath hitches as she runs her blackened fingers over the underwear, picking up all the slick your dripping wet core had left.

“My my my well what do we have here” she smirks. She pushes you onto the couch and straddles your hips. You can feel the blood rushing between your legs as you whine softly.

“Wanna tell me what happened here” she purred dangling the wet underwear between the two of you. You moan, unable to form words and she grasps your chin firmly “you answer me when I address you” she snapped. You flinched

“I…. I saw you… in the basement… with Wanda” you reply basically out of breath. Agatha cocks an eyebrow and replies “you saw me in the basement with wanda?- OH” her voice deepens as she realizes exactly what in the basement elicited that reaction. She grinds into your lap very lightly teasing where you need her most and then releases standing up tossing your underwear to the side.

“You’ve got quite the dirty mind, I'll give you that” she looks over your body again, enjoying the state she has left you in. She starts pacing back and forth and you can feel her eyes raking over your body

“My little innocent angel sat here all hot and bothered just because little ol’ me tossed Wanda around a little. I knew you liked it rough but sweetheart, this is quite the new shade” she claps her hands and all of a sudden you are both standing in the middle of her basement. Agatha circles around you slowly eying you up and down. Far too distracted to notice her precious darkhold is missing. You snap out of the haze Agatha has you in when you notice the absence of the tomb and attempt to speak up

“Agatha your-“ You are cut off with a slap to the face as Agatha looms over you. The familiar sting in your face sends an ache down to your core. “You don’t get to call me that… not here” she snarls. Fine, I guess the darkhold can wait you thought, far too preoccupied with what is happening in front of you to have a second thought. You stare off into her eyes, struggling to form sentences when you feel her magic slowly lock onto your body then roughly throw you into a wall. Your body floats back to the centre of the room in front of Agatha, completely out of breath and bound just like Wanda was hours before.

“Oh Angel, this is your last warning, I wont be so nice next time, you understand me bunny?” She coos, running her fingers down the side of your face.

“Yes mommy” you speak softy. She grips your hair tight as you wince in pain “speak up” she growls into your ear. “Yes mommy” you moan, feeling the inside of your pants coat with your arousal.

“Good girl” she purs as she starts to poke at your clothing. “Now this is far too much clothes for you don’t you think bunny?” She cocks an eyebrow inches from your face. With a snap of her fingers your clothing is entirely gone, left naked and bound in front of your girlfriend. She stands back to admire her toy, running her fingers along the various bite marks she had left all over your chest. Your breath hitches as she runs over one of your sensitive nipples and you let out a small moan at the attention. She closes the distance between the two of you and attacks your mouth with pure lust. You groan as her tongue dominates your mouth, her hands slowly moving up your chest and gripping your tits hard. You grind your legs together desperate for some kind of friction until Agatha forces your legs apart, this time with separate threads of magic. She breaks from the kiss tugging on your nipples as she lets go.

“See the difference here is that Wanda was a good girl and didn’t try to get pleasure before she earned it” Agatha cooed, hand brushing down your face. You wimper desperate for some attention “please mommy… please make me feel good…” you beg. Agatha stands back and laughs

“Oh darling, its quite adorable to think you have earned that”! She releases you suddenly from the magic binding and you fall to the floor in a thump.

“You have to show mommy how much you want this cupcake” she waves her hands forming a magical collar around your neck with a leash attached. You try to hold back a moan when she pulls tightly on the leash in her hand. She snaps her hands and a bed appears behind her and her own clothes disappear. “Now be a good pet and make me cum.”

[tgrailwar-zero]

Hesitating between whether to say anything or not resulted in the same result as doing nothing at all-- inaction.

Without any warning- the assassination was simple. Two daggers, aimed at the same spot, jamming into the middle of CHARLEMAGNE's back and piercing through.

CHARLEMAGNE: "…!"

The conversation slammed to a halt, one second too late.

CAROLUS-TILPINUS: "Your Majesty!"

'It couldn't be that easy'-- but it was as RULER had surmised. While they had been hyper-vigilant due to being in a new, hostile area… they had gotten too relaxed under the veneer of camaraderie. As long as you didn't say a thing, they'd stay in that state, and leave themselves with a rare opening for attack.

You saw the great emperor drop to one knee, groaning. He swung back at the assassins, but they vanished into the dark. GIUSEPPE leaned against his staff, pointing at the Paladins.

GIUSEPPE: "And now, with the king downed, that's checkmate. See? His holy warriors are beginning to fade as well."

It was true. They were beginning to fade. The paladins looked down at their dissipating bodies-- and began drawing their swords.

And as more and more Assassins manifested, surrounding the Paladins, things were looking dire. ROLAND, ASTOLFO, and BRADAMANTE readied their weapons, as TILPIN ran towards the downed king.

ROLAND: "Ugh, there's too many! Astolfo-- chain 'em up!"

ASTOLFO: "Huh...? Oh-- right, sorry...!"

They stepped forward, their outfit changing as they released their magical energy.

ASTOLFO: "VULCANO-- CALIGORANTE!"

The Paladin spun and their sword extended, splitting into pieces- twisting and chaining, grabbing everything within the ballroom. Like a spider's web entangling a fly, everyone but the Paladins were entangled within cold, emotionless steel, wriggling violently. The ASSASSINS, yourselves, and also your own Servants.

ASSASSINS: "...!"

In an instant, the Paladins had full control of the situation. It was just a moment too late.

GIUSEPPE: "Caligorante's net… A net made to trap a god…! I would have never expected this Noble Phantasm…!"

MUSASHI: "Can't swing, my swords…! What gives… Roland!?"

BRADAMANTE: "Oh, like this wasn't your plan. We're not stupid, we saw the shadow and Ruler snickering over there- then suddenly, blam! Attempted regicide."

ASTOLFO: "…"

BRADAMANTE: "Astolfo and Bishop Tilpin try time and time again to get them to come and talk with us, and no dice. No bite, no response, no nothing. And then, suddenly- they show up unannounced, spouting that nonsense about leaving the Beast be to gestate, and His Majesty is 'suddenly attacked'? That's not the least bit suspicious?"

ROLAND: "…She has a point. It's worth considering. Still, we don't have time to figure out crimes and punishments. Bishop Tilpin, how's the king looking?"

CAROLUS-TILPINUS: "…Badly, Sir Roland. Normally, he could take a hundred of these daggers, but with the way he's been working himself... His Spiritual Core is basically done for... For heaven's sakes... why did we treat this like a game? We-- I should have been more vigilant...!"

As this commotion happened, you had summoned KUKULKAN as well. The order had been clear, retrieve the Spirit Origin. Still- once she saw the state the Paladins were in, she stopped in her tracks.

KUKULKAN: "What's… hey, Lune? What's happening?"

The Paladin's immediately tensed as a group, readying their weapons.

ASTOLFO: "Hang back, K. We don't wanna hurt you. Please."

She frowned... but put her hands up, stepping back without further complaint.

GIUSEPPE squirmed in the restraints, glaring at her.

GIUSEPPE: "What's the matter with you? You were given an order!"

KUKULKAN: "I'm not stealing the Spirit Origin from Astolfo. They asked me nicely, so I am being nice."

GIUSEPPE: "Why, you--!"

TILPIN was kneeling beside the downed CHARLEMAGNE, his body beginning to fade.

CHARLEMAGNE: "…I… overexerted myself... spread myself too thin… Your Grace, Bishop Tilpin… I leave the fight to you… take my remaining mana and…"

CAROLUS-TILPINUS: "We failed you as Paladins. Therefore, we cannot allow this to be the end. Your fight isn't over yet, Your Majesty. I give my everything to the king. This body you granted me, I return it to you."

CAROLUS-TILPINUS: "Awaken, Carolus Magnus Rex."

A thousand lights, like rainbows streaking across the sunny sky erupted from the Servant.

Then, once the clouds parted and the rainbow faded, you laid your eyes upon a grand figure.

A walking fantasy, eyes like rubies and armor of silver and gold, shining like a star in the night sky. The bodies of the Paladins became solid again, though the fire in their eyes was new. A burning, scorching flame that matched the deep crimson of their leader's.

The bishop was gone, having given his body for the wish of the king.

The revived Emperor's eyes narrowed, as he looked up at you all, danging from the ceiling from the god-catching net of Caligorante.

CAROLUS: "This is a reminder, my Paladins. This is the land of the Beast, and she has her hooks everywhere. We stepped foot in the lion's den, and foolishly expected chivalry. We need to regard everything as a threat. We prepare for war. Now."

ROLAND: "And the treaty with the Beast and her Servants, Your Majesty?"

CAROLUS: "Forget it. They sent assassins. I'm no longer humoring the bread and circuses of the 'Flaming Bout'. We begin our campaign in the morn."

CAROLUS: "…My Paladins. We're moving out. We should have expected nothing but enemies here to begin with."

PALADINS: "Yes, Your Majesty!"

One at a time, they faded into blue data- warping back to the Crimson Citadel, most likely.

The net faded, and you all dropped to the ground with a heavy thud.

...And the once boisterous ballroom was steeped in silence.

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As Cruel As You - Chapter One

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Attention students of Hope's Peak Academy…

You are special. 

Nothing could ever hurt you as long as you have your talents. Here at Hope's Peak, we strive to pave the way to a greater perfection than what we know now. To create a society of young, promising people with no imperfections whatsoever, to create a more profitable world worth living in, that is our goal...

… as they told us.

Hope's Peak painted the world as a place where you could thrive amongst others in harmony, but if all are to thrive at once, how does one such as yourself remain unique? If you must shine as the brightest star, the rest around you must be extinguished.

Look around the room at the unfamiliar faces surrounding you, and know this: Blood will shed for survival. It is in your nature.

---

“Just in case I forget, my name is Komaru Naegi.”

The Komaru in the mirror blinked.

“Oh, mine too!”

She smiled awkwardly at herself. She was running out of ideas for a unique conversation. She didn’t know how much time had passed. Hell, she didn’t even know how old she was anymore.

“Then again, I'm at that age where you forget how old you are anyway,” she always told herself, “so like sixteen or seventeen…”

Talking to herself was Komaru’s specialty. She was the only person she could talk to in this lonely apartment with no contact or even sight of the outside world. The windows were covered by large metal plates and bars from the outside. Had the sun exploded yet? Komaru would’ve had no idea. Her skin was suffering from it… actually, her whole body was, and her brain too. Vitamins were really all she had outside of food. She believed that she was kidnapped. She hadn’t heard another human voice in… uh… she didn’t know-

“OH! I’ve never heard their voice, but there is someone else I talk to: my caretaker. They bring me food!”

It was through a little delivery slot by the exit door, which had never been opened before. Komaru had never seen her caretaker. They knocked at the door whenever she spoke to them, possibly signaling that they were listening. She just wished she could open it to see them...

“I'm trapped in this apartment, but I don't really care. I just want food and a friend.”

The Komaru in the mirror didn’t respond. She must have run out of things to say. Then again, this Komaru ran out of a lot of interesting things to do and say. She even wore the same three outfits… Well, two of them were actually the same outfit just with sweatpants instead of a skirt, which was what she was wearing now. The other outfit was a pink pajama shirt. It was always at least a little bit exciting when any of them developed a hole or a loose string. Regardless of attire at the moment, there was still nothing to say. Maybe the person at the door would be more fun to talk to? Komaru, as in the one not in the mirror, walked over to the big brown door. It wasn’t actually that big, but it felt like it. Perhaps it was the heaviness in the air that surrounded it. Komaru didn’t really care though.

“Hey buddy!” she called. “I can't keep myself entertained this whole time. I still don't know what you even want from me! You give me supplies, but that's it! What am I, a tamagotchi? Is the world actually just a tamagotchi game? BY THE WAY THE EARTH IS ROUND!!! I haven't lost my mind yet!”

A loud knock at the door responded.

“Aha! There you are!” Komaru said.

Another thump confirmed the greeting.

“Are you gonna let me open the door this time?” Komaru asked.

...

“Can I say hi?”

Though it never worked, Komaru reached to twist the doorknob for the millionth time… and it actually moved.

“… Yo…”

With a smile, Komaru flung the door open to greet her mysterious caretaker. It was standing right in front of her, though she had to look down a bit to see it. She was quite surprised to see it standing on four legs. It was an odd looking bear, its fur split between black and white neatly down the middle of its entire body. It stared at her with both a dead black eye and one of a strange jagged shape that emitted a faint red light. The bear bared it’s sharp, shark-like teeth with a wicked grin.

It was in that moment that Komaru’s body realized for her that she was not, in fact, looking at what had been taking care of her these past few however-long-it’s-beens, and the next thing she knew, she was running down the halls of the apartment building on feet that barely touched the ground. The bear, with clearly audible robotic limbs, pursued her swiftly. Komaru would soon discover that there was more than one of these bears as they would jump out in front of her at various intersecting corridors, forcing her to change direction. In truth, she had no idea where she was going. She had no idea if she would even make it out alive. Well, if she didn’t, at least she had the chance to run around at full speed one last time in an event that she could at least consider new and exciting…

… but alas...

BAM!

Suddenly, Komaru was lying on her back, the wind almost knocked out of her. She began to process the fact that she had just ran into something that let out a very human-like shout as she had collided with it. She tilted her head to see before her a young man about her age pushing himself up off of the floor from the fall. He certainly didn’t dress like his age, what with a black suit and tie, a serious scowl and squinting eyes. He pointed what appeared to be a megaphone at the bear, putting himself between her and it.

“Stay back.”

From the megaphone came a bright blue light that fired at the bear, causing it to explode into pieces in midair as it had attempted to lunge at them. Immediately afterwards, the young man looked back at the floor, squinting until he spotted a pair of white glasses that he proceeded to put back on his face. He then reached down, grabbed Komaru by her wrist and pulled her to her feet. He did all of this as if it was an ordinary day in which he did not just blow up a killer robot bear with a seemingly magical megaphone.

“Komaru Naegi, yes?” he asked in a very flat voice.

Any other day, Komaru would have judged this man as a stuffy brat who thinks he is better than anyone else, but after being isolated from any human interaction for who knows how long, she promptly began suffocating him with a hug.

“Hello human person!” she gleefully chirped. “Hello hello helloooo!!! I'm Komaru!! What's your name? Thank you for saving me! I love you. Are you my caretaker? I've been here for, like, AGES! How are you???”

It took the young man a few seconds of silence to recover from the onslaught of extroverted greetings. He was able to survive the squeeze and wriggle himself free from Komaru’s grasp.

“My name is Byakuya Togami,” he said, brushing his now wrinkled clothes straight. “You'll need this.”

Byakuya took another megaphone from his belt that Komaru had failed to notice until now and handed it to her.

“Oo! Thank you thank you!” Komaru said, thrilled that someone would entrust her with something that could be called a gun.

“It's a hacking gun,” Byakuya explained. “You in particular don't need to know about the hacking part, just the gun part. That device was specifically designed to defend yourself against the Monokumas.”

“The robot bears?”

“… Obviously.”

Byakuya made his way to one of the elevators in the room and pressed the down button.

“Remember to aim for the eye,” he said. “I need you to go to the first floor to meet your escort so that I can stay here and look for more survivors.”

Komaru clung onto Byakuya’s arm as he guided her into the elevator.

“Can I stay with you?” she pleaded. “Pleeeeeaaaase???”

“Sorry, but no,” Byakuya said. “It's too dangerous.”

“But I-!”

“Trust me.”

Byakuya shook her off once more, reached into the elevator and pressed the first floor button.

“Makoto sent me.”

Komaru froze as the doors to the elevator closed.

“… Makoto? M-My brother…? Where's he been?? Is he my escort??? Byakuya!?”

Byakuya could not hear her, or perhaps he ignored her. Soon, Komaru had reached the first floor to meet her escort. The good news is her escort wasn't Makoto. That's only good news because the bad news is that the escort exploded.

“And that's all I remember so far!”

Komaru had awoken on a firm bed within what she would describe as a “prison cell from the future.” Around her wrist was a tight black wristband with a bright red line cutting through the middle. It felt a little heavy and uncomfortable, but she somehow didn’t notice it until she saw it. She didn’t remember ever getting it… perhaps the creature at the foot of her bed knew? Well, it was a person, but it wasn’t quite human. She soon found out that it was yet another boy about her age, but instead of hands and feet, he had terrible claws, and though they were sharp, his face was gentle. His wispy white hair had trailed around his body, markings on his torn clothes dotted his sides a dull red and green, the same colors as his target-like eyes. His snout was narrow, his whiskers long and thin. A long, fluffy tail protruded from his back that wrapped around his body as he was curled up around himself. Even the efforts of his nearly matted fur around his neck and the dark, tight collar that looked much like Komaru’s wristband could not hide the thinness of his bony neck. His frailness and unkempt fur made him look much like a sickly, elderly cat.

Komaru, though surprised by the sight of the young man, didn’t take long to process his existence. He seemed friendly and patient despite his apparent condition. He spoke with a gentle yet raspy voice. Yes, he could indeed speak.

“Greetings,” he had said the moment he realized that Komaru was awake. “Do you remember how you got here?”

Komaru had sat up and done exactly that without question. She didn’t care, it was another person to talk to.

“It was kinda sad seeing the city torn up like that,” she said after reciting everything, “but hey, it's a change of pace in life, I guess.”

“Of all of the hostages, you're the most optimistic,” the boy said.

“Who, me?” Komaru laughed. “Nah, I'm just too tired to scream at whatever gods may or may not be out there, but thanks anyway! So! What's your name, fuzzy fella?”

The creature seemed a little worried about Komaru’s attitude, but she didn’t notice his discomfort.

“The Tamer prefers that everyone calls me by my nickname.”

He placed a paw upon his chest.

“Toto.”

Komaru placed her hand on her chest.

“Komaru.”

Toto gave her a sympathetic smile.

“You'll meet the Warriors themselves shortly,” he continued, his smile fading as he looked down. “… just like everyone else does…”

For once, Komaru noticed the other’s sadness.

“You good?” she asked, tilting her head a little.

After thinking for a few seconds, Toto looked back up at her.

“Komaru, can you make me a promise?”

“That depends on the promise, but I'm listening.”

Komaru waited patiently as Toto took in a long, deep and heavy breath. Something was plaguing his peace of mind.

“My friends and I are imprisoned here,” he said. “If you can win the game you're about to play, we will be freed from our cages… and hopefully, our curses.”

“Curses?” Komaru repeated.

“We used to be completely human,” Toto explained, “but we've been turned into… I'm not even sure what to call it. Weaponized creatures, I suppose. I'm one of the few who can still speak to other humans.”

“… Does this mission involve killing anyone?” Komaru asked. “Just curious.”

“Kill as few as you can, none if any,” Toto said. 

“Well, I'm already wondering where my family is,” Komaru said. “I figured that'd be my mission, but I can take a side quest too. I'll do it!”

Komaru takes Toto’s paw and shakes it.

“Thank you,” he said. “I must warn you, the Warriors may release my friends upon you as weapons. Please, do not kill them under any circumstances.”

“You waited until after I promised to say that, didn't you?”

“Well, you are my only hope as of right now.”

They let go of each other’s hands.

“What about everyone else?” Komaru asked. “Y'know, you mentioned how they all meet the Warriors?”

“You're the first person to make that promise with me,” Toto said. “All others assumed it was a trap. It just goes to show how much you care about others… or perhaps how little you care about yourself.”

Komaru silently ignored that last remark. Not waiting for any kind of response, Toto jumped down from the bed, and from the foot of it, retrieved the hacking gun.

“Oh! My gun!,” Komaru gasped gleefully as Toto placed it in front of her. “Thank you!”

Komaru reached over and pulled Toto into a hug. He made a quiet wheezing sound as she squeezed him, but didn’t protest. Komaru couldn’t help but notice how oily, sweaty clammy he felt.

“Are you alright?” Komaru asked as she let the poor creature go. “You feel gross.”

“I'm as good as I'm gonna get right now,” Toto said, not offended by the rather blunt remark.

“Alright…” Komaru sighed. “It’s just that everyone I've met so far doesn't seem well. I don't know if Byakuya survived the bear attack. He's the guy who took care of me while I was trapped, I think.”

“I'm terribly sorry if he didn't survive,” Toto said softly. “On another pressing note... The Warriors will explain everything else you need to know. I'll guide you to them.”

Toto hopped down from the bed once more and approached the door of the cell. Rearing up on his hind legs, he pressed a button on the wall beside the door and stepped back as it opened. Shuffling off of the bed, Komaru latched the hacking gun to the belt of her pants and followed Toto out of the room. Surprise! They were walking through the halls of what appeared to be… a spaceship? At least in Komaru’s eyes. The walls were of metal, lined with softly glowing beams of blue. The floor, however, was a bit out of place. It was a checker pattern, though at every corner the corridor came to there was a large black tile with a white emblem of a four-pointed star haloed by a ring. Checker patterns always reminded Komaru of casinos or American diners. Perhaps the designer wanted to capture the feeling of the latter or had a gambling addiction. Either way, it was tacky. What was worse than the appearance of the place was the smell. It was different from the cell, which smelled of nothing notable, but here there was a faint smell of… Komaru didn’t know what to call it, but it did indeed remind her of a hospital.

“Ugh, it smells like a hospital in this place,” she groaned. 

“I too am disgusted by the smell,” Toto agreed. “Hospitals hold no fond memories in my mind.”

Through the winding halls they journeyed, though before they even reached their supposed destination, one of the metal doors they passed by notably had monstrous sounds of roaring and growling coming from behind it. Toto didn’t acknowledge it. He warned of nothing, explained nothing, pardoned nothing. In fact, his gaze may have even been averted. Komaru merely glanced at it. She could probably guess what was behind that door… but ultimately she said nothing. She continued to silently follow Toto until they came to a point where the halls intersected four ways. In the center room was the most forgettable sculpture that Komaru had ever seen, so much so that she had forgotten what it even looked like the moment that Toto guided her away and up a flight of stairs. At the top of the stairs was a rather large landing for something that held nothing but a set of large double doors on the opposite end of the room. They were notably white, lined with gold and crowned by an ornate glass window above it. Either the glass or the sky was blood red. Komaru could not be sure. Another thing she could not be sure of was if this place wanted to look like a casino, a spaceship, or a cathedral. Regardless of its intentions, it was kind of ugly. Still, it was a new sight, which made it automatically better than being locked up in that godforsaken apartment.

Toto stopped at the center of the room and sat down, waiting for Komaru to catch up with him. When she did, he just looked at her, though she understood what he meant. She approached those large doors and pushed them open. The place they were in had officially decided that it wanted to be a cathedral, for before them was a grand room of marble… or what at least appeared to be marble. One could not trust the appearance of materials these days. The walls were lined with pillars, golden trim and windows and curtains of red. Every small step Komaru made reverberated through the mostly empty room. The only things present within it besides Komaru and Toto were five children in the dead center grouped in a linear formation, staring at her. None of them could have been older than twelve. They all looked rather calm despite the strange situation everyone seemed to be in. In fact, they stared at Komaru as if they knew exactly what was going on, like they had been anticipating her arrival.

The right-most child was dressed mostly in pink with a warm brown hoodie overlaying her puffy skirt and shorts. There were long white and pink striped stockings beneath her tall brown boots. Her hair was long, even while styled in pigtails topped with a headband that gave her big pink devil horns, all tied together with a little white bow above her bangs. Were her eyes also pink, or was that just a trick on Komaru’s eyes played by the smiling little girl’s rosy cheeks?

The second child had a rather stern look on his face, his blue eyes glaring daggers into Komaru. It was a stare that she was familiar with, but she wasn’t exactly intimidated by him. His hair was short and light blue with two pointed cowlicks that reminded Komaru a bit of cat ears… or perhaps another set of devil horns? His outfit was rather plain, with a pale blue coat and shorts blanketing a darker blue shirt. The sleeves were long like the darker blue stockings that met at his feet with a pair of hook and loop shoes that matched the color of his coat. Around his neck was a striped golden-orange scarf. Overall, it was hard to determine the kind of weather that this kid was dressed for, but he seemed very serious about himself.

The child in the center of the group sat in a red wheelchair. Her eyes were bright green, and though she donned a sweet and innocent face, something about her stare was haunting. Her short curly hair sort of reminded Komaru of pickles. Besides her big red bows atop her head and around the neck of her dark blue dress, the only other notable thing about her was the wolf plush that she was holding upon her lap.

The fourth child finally broke the pattern of hair color matching eye color. His eyes were blue, but his spiky hair and bushy eyebrows were a screaming blood orange. He appeared to be a sporty kid, wearing a striped black and orange shirt beneath a white tank top with denim shorts and sports sneakers. He also wore white headphones, but not even those could suppress his fiery hair. He held a baseball bat over his shoulder in a proud manner.

The left-most child was probably the least excited of them all. In fact, they looked rather sullen. They wore a mask of leather scraps that shielded their face with the exception of their mouth and pale eyes. Dark plastic wire mesh circles covered their ears and a few other spots on their head possibly just for ventilation, but the purpose of the breathing tube that hung in front of their chin was uncertain. They were mostly dressed in brown, their body almost entirely obscured by a long dress shirt with sleeves that went far over their hands. Around their waist was a belt of various little sculpting tools, more of which could be seen protruding from the lid of a white randoseru upon their back.

…

Komaru waved to the five children.

“Hullo!”

“See? I told you guys we should've made our outfits at the Halloween store,” said the sullen child. “Not every Demon is gonna be afraid of us on sight.”

“You know darn well I can't walk through Halloween stores with those crappy decorations that pop out at you!” the girl in pink snapped.

“Guys! Shut up!”

The other children looked to the sporty kid.

“We have to do the thing!” he said. “The protoceratops or whatever it's called.”

“Protocol,” the stern boy corrected.

“Yeah, that,” said the sporty kid, rolling his eyes. “Dinosaurs are cooler but that's what I meant.”

“You have a point,” Komaru said.

“SILENCE, DEMON!”

“Oh my bad.”

“I mean like, thanks for agreeing with me, but shut up. I'm gonna start the Protoceratops now. And I'm calling it that because dinosaurs are awesome and I want to call it that, not because I'm dense.”

Komaru should have guessed early on that these kids had no intention of being peaceful with her. Hell, they could barely remain peaceful with each other, what with the stern boy redirecting his glare of daggers to the sporty kid. The only child who didn’t seem to want to argue in that moment was the girl in the wheelchair. The children all then focused on Komaru.

“We are the Warriors of Hope!” the sporty kid proudly announced. “Thanks to our val-i-ant efforts, the world of Demons has been van-quished, making way for a peaceful and pros-per-ous world for children who shall no longer live in fear of the wrath of adults!”

...

“… Jataro, it's your turn.”

The sullen kid flinched as the sporty kid said his name.

“Oh, right, sorry…” he mumbled before raising his own voice. “Demons brought us nothing but sorrow and led us to fall into a deep pit of despair. We were only rescued when our Goddess chose us as the heroes of our people, and guided us to slay those who had hurt us. She then told us that we were destined to create a Paradise for all children and free us from the world of adults once and for all!” 

“From this, we crafted a game we call "Demon Hunting," where we release our captured Demons and hunt them down,” the girl in pink continued on cue. “Whichever one of us kills the most Demons by the time all Demons have been eliminated wins the right to rule our new world. Do not underestimate our power, as we are the five chosen Lil' Ultimates of Hope's Peak Elementary, and have trained to optimize our abilities.”

“You have been chosen as our next Demon,” said the stern kid. “Together, we will cast you into our new world-”

“THE PARACHUTE!”

The rest of the children scowled at Jataro, minus the girl in the wheelchair, who just looked a tad bit disappointed.

“Uhhh we forgot to give the last Demon a parachute,” Jataro said. “That just kinda ruined the fun early.” 

Komaru felt a slight nudge as Toto had begun carefully strapping a parachute to her back. It must have been difficult with his claws, so she remained as still as she could.

“… Er, thank you, Jataro,” the stern boy reluctantly said before continuing. “Together, we will cast you into our new world, our Paradise! You only have so much time to see what the whole world will look like after you've left it! Who will it be who hunts you down? Will it be…”

“Masaru, the Fighter!” shouted the sporty kid.

“Jataro, the Priest!” piped up Jataro, whose name had already been uttered multiple times in annoyance.

“Kotoko, the Tamer!” the girl in pink said cutely.

“Nagisa, the Sage!” said the stern boy firmly.

“Or Monaca, the Mage?” the girl in the wheelchair nearly whispered.

The girl now known as Monaca retrieved a small remote with a big red button from her pocket, aiming it in Komaru’s direction.

“Demon, do you have any last words before the Hunt begins?” she asked with that haunting voice of hers.

Komaru stared blankly. She looked back at Toto, who was sitting a little far back by the door. He looked gloomy, but there was a gleam of hope in his eyes…

...

“… Hey, I'm sorry, I kinda zoned out for most of that,” Komaru said. “Could you guys repeat what you said?”

The children stared at Komaru for a few seconds with the most disappointment she had ever seen on the faces of children before Monaca promptly pressed the button. Before she knew it, the ground beneath Komaru had vanished, and she was swallowed into a deep red sky. In that moment, she screamed, and though she would later find that it should have been more so in fear, for now it was mostly with excitement to feel the wind on her face again, to feel some kind of rush of adrenaline, to breathe the murky outside air...

Finally, something, anything was happening.

[movingmusically]

Caught Feeling: The Edge of Desire - One Shot

Author’s Note:

A continuation of Pages and Promises (after some time has passed), but can be read as a standalone.

Word Count: 7,090

Masterlist

I stepped into Hank’s apartment, a little surprised to find the place quiet and empty. The lights were dim, the familiar scent of his cologne lingering in the air, but there was no sign of him. I paused just inside the door, my brows furrowing in confusion.

“Hank?” I called out, my voice echoing softly through the living room. No answer. I frowned, half-expecting him to jump out and scare me, but there was only silence.

That’s when I noticed the black garment bag hanging from a hook by the coat rack, a neatly folded note sitting on top. My heart gave a little flutter of anticipation as I stepped closer, picking up the note with a mixture of curiosity and excitement. In Hank’s familiar scrawl, the message was short but full of promise:

I’ve been thinking about you in this all day. Put it on and text me when you’re ready. Tonight, I’m in control.

A shiver ran down my spine, and I had to bite my lip to keep from grinning too widely. The thrill of anticipation wound through me, and I found myself practically buzzing with energy. We had talked about Hank taking charge sometime, but this was on a whole different level.

I unzipped the garment bag carefully, my breath catching when I saw the outfit he’d chosen. A black lace bra, a matching thong, a delicate suspender belt with sheer stockings, and a pair of sky-high stiletto heels. It was the kind of ensemble that left nothing to the imagination, and just the thought of slipping into it made me blush.

“Hank, you absolute menace,” I muttered, though my voice was full of affection. He knew exactly how to get under my skin, how to make me feel both flustered and thrilled. My fingers brushed over the delicate lace, and I couldn’t help the way my body reacted, heat already pooling low in my belly.

I stepped into his bedroom to change, my nerves buzzing and my heart pounding in my chest. There was something deliciously vulnerable about putting on something he’d chosen, about letting him take control. It felt new and exciting, and I was more than ready for whatever he had planned.

Once I was dressed, I took a moment to look at myself in the mirror. The lingerie hugged every curve, the stockings and suspender belt framing my legs in a way that was downright sinful. The heels added an extra touch of daring, and I had to admit—even to my own self-critical eyes—that I looked damn good. But it wasn’t just about how I looked. It was the idea that Hank had picked this out, that he’d imagined me like this, and that thought alone made me feel like I was on fire.

I grabbed my phone with shaky fingers, typing out a quick text: Ready when you are.

Almost immediately, my phone buzzed with his reply: Stay there. I’m coming to get you.

I swallowed hard, my anticipation spiking. Hank was about to take control, and I had no idea what he had in store for me. But that was half the fun. The thrill of not knowing, of surrendering to him, sent a rush of excitement through my veins. The game was about to begin, and I was more than ready to play.

The door creaked open, and I turned to see Hank step into the room. His eyes immediately found mine, and the look he gave me was enough to make my knees go weak. He shut the door behind him, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he was savouring every moment.

He didn’t say anything at first, just took a moment to drink me in. His gaze raked over me, from the stiletto heels all the way up to the delicate lace bra, and I could see the heat simmering in his eyes. His jaw clenched slightly, as though he was fighting to maintain control, and that simple reaction sent a thrill racing through me.

“Fuck,” he murmured, his voice husky. “You look… perfect.” He crossed the room slowly, each step measured, like a predator closing in on his prey. The tension crackled between us, electric and all-consuming, and I couldn’t help the way my body leaned toward him, craving his touch.

When he finally stopped in front of me, he didn’t reach out right away. Instead, he began to circle me, his fingertips brushing lightly over my bare skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His touch was feather-light, teasing, and it made my breath catch in my throat. He was so close, and yet he wasn’t giving me what I wanted—not yet.

“I have to admit,” he said, his voice dropping into that deep, commanding register that made me shiver, “seeing you like this is even better than I imagined.” He paused behind me, his hands ghosting over the curve of my waist before pulling back again. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. “I can take a guess,” I replied, my voice breathy and a little shaky, and I could practically feel his smirk without having to see it.

He came back around to face me, his eyes locking onto mine. “I hope you’re ready for what I have planned, sweetheart,” he murmured, leaning in so close that I could feel the warmth of his breath against my ear. “Because tonight, you’re mine. And I’m going to make sure you don’t forget it.”

My pulse raced at his words, a mixture of nerves and excitement swirling through me. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and I could feel my body reacting, heat pooling low in my belly.

He leaned back, his gaze flicking over me one more time before he gestured toward the bed. “Sit,” he commanded, and I obeyed immediately, moving to the edge of the bed. The authority in his voice made my breath hitch, and I felt a delicious thrill at surrendering to his control.

He watched me with an intensity that made my skin prickle, and I could see the way his chest rose and fell, like he was keeping himself in check. “Good,” he praised, and the warmth in his voice sent a rush of satisfaction through me.

Then, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a silk blindfold, letting it dangle from his fingers. “Hands behind your back,” he instructed, his voice soft but firm.

I hesitated for the briefest moment, feeling the vulnerability of the moment, but the look in his eyes—so full of desire and reverence—made me trust him completely. I clasped my hands behind me, my fingers trembling slightly, and he stepped forward, tying the blindfold securely over my eyes.

The darkness was disorienting, and my senses seemed to heighten in response. I could hear the rustle of his clothes, the soft creak of the floorboards under his feet, and feel the heat of his body as he moved around me.

“Perfect,” he murmured, and I felt his fingers brush over my cheek, gentle and reverent. “Are you okay?”

The question was like an anchor, grounding me in the moment, and I nodded, a small smile curving my lips. “Yeah,” I whispered. “I’m good.”

His thumb grazed over my lower lip, and I couldn’t help the way I leaned into his touch. “Good girl,” he said, and the praise sent a rush of warmth flooding through me.

Then his hands were gone, and I felt the loss of contact keenly. The anticipation built as I waited, blind and vulnerable, for whatever he would do next. The suspense was delicious, and I found myself holding my breath, listening for any hint of what he was planning.

But Hank, ever the tease, made me wait. The seconds stretched on, each one thick with tension, and I could feel my body trembling with need, my skin hypersensitive and aching for his touch.

The wait was maddening. My body felt like a live wire, every nerve ending tingling in anticipation of what he’d do. I sat on the edge of the bed, blindfolded, the sensation of the smooth fabric blocking out everything but the sound of my own breath.

I could hear the soft rustle as he moved closer, and then I felt the bed dip as he sat beside me. His hand found mine, his touch gentle but firm as he guided me to my feet. “Up,” he murmured, and I obeyed, the heat of his body pressed close behind me, and I shivered as his hands slid around my waist, steadying me.

He gently positioned me so that I was standing between his legs, my back to him, my hands resting loosely at my side. “Stay still,” he instructed, his voice a low, soothing rumble that sent a thrill through me. His breath was warm against my back as he reached for something and then his hands were on mine, gently pulling my wrists behind my back. “Hands together,” he instructed, his voice low and full of intent. I obeyed, the thrill of surrender making my pulse race.

But then, as he started to tie the silky scarf around my wrists, I felt him pause. He fumbled for a moment, the tension broken by his exasperated muttering. “Okay, so tying knots is definitely not my strong suit,” he admitted, a self-deprecating laugh slipping out.

I couldn’t help it—I burst out laughing, the sound bubbling up despite the charged atmosphere. He huffed, clearly trying to hold back a grin, and then gave me a sheepish look I could feel even through the blindfold.

“Don’t laugh,” he said, trying to sound stern, but the playful note in his voice gave him away. He cleared his throat, attempting to get back into character. “You’re supposed to be trembling in anticipation.”

I bit my lip, still giggling, and he groaned dramatically. “See? This is what happens when I try to be intimidating,” he complained, but his hands finally managed to secure the knot in a way that felt snug but not uncomfortable. “There. Done.”

The playful moment dissolved, replaced by a heavy, charged silence. I felt the shift in him, he stood, his breath warm against the shell of my ear. “Better?” he asked, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, and I shivered, the laughter dying in my throat.

“Yes,” I managed, and I could feel his smile, the confidence returning as he wrapped his hands around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. The feeling of his solid warmth behind me, combined with the helplessness of having my hands tied, sent a fresh wave of heat through me.

“Are you ready?” he murmured, his lips brushing against the sensitive spot just below my ear. I shivered, my head tipping to the side to give him more access.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice breathless, and I could feel his smile against my skin.

“Good girl,” he praised, and then his hands slid up, cupping my breasts over the lace of the bra. He squeezed gently, his thumbs brushing over my nipples through the delicate fabric, and I gasped, arching into his touch. The sensation was exquisite, his touch firm but teasing, and I felt my body responding, every nerve on high alert.

He kept at it, rolling my nipples between his fingers, applying just enough pressure to make me writhe in his hold. I couldn’t see, couldn’t touch him, and the combination of vulnerability and anticipation was almost too much to handle.

But Hank wasn’t done. He leaned in again, his teeth grazing over the curve of my shoulder, sending another shiver down my spine. “I can feel you trembling now,” he teased, his voice dark and full of satisfaction.

“Shut up,” I shot back, though my voice was shaky, and he laughed, the sound vibrating through me.

“Nope,” he replied cheerfully, his hands sliding down my body once more. “I think I’m enjoying this a bit too much.” And then his touch grew more insistent, his fingers skimming over the bare skin just above the waistband of my thong.

I let out a broken sound, and he hummed, clearly pleased with the effect he was having on me. “Think you’re ready for more?” he asked, his voice a low rumble, and I nodded frantically, my body aching for whatever he had in store.

“All you have to do is say the word,” he added, and I knew he meant it, that he would stop if I asked him to. But there was no chance of that happening—I was entirely his tonight, and I couldn’t wait to see what he’d do next.

“Please,” I whispered, and he rewarded me with a slow, wicked smile that I could feel in the air, even though I couldn’t see it.

“Good,” he said, and the anticipation only built higher as I waited for his next move, knowing he was just getting started.

Hank hummed thoughtfully, his hands releasing me for a moment, and I could feel the anticipation vibrating through every cell in my body. The loss of his touch left me breathless, desperate, and craving more, which I was sure was exactly what he intended. He was always so good at building tension, at teasing me until I was practically begging.

The bed dipped slightly as he moved behind me, and I felt his warm breath ghost over my neck before his lips followed, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to my shoulder. “Stay still,” he instructed again, and I felt the air shift as he moved away, leaving me blind and bound, my senses heightened and straining to follow his movements.

The anticipation was exquisite, every second that passed making my heart beat faster. My body was already sensitive, every brush of air or whisper of sound sending shivers down my spine. It was a heady feeling, surrendering so completely, and I knew that whatever Hank had in store, it was going to be an experience I wouldn’t forget.

I heard the faint rustle of something being pulled from his drawer, and my curiosity sparked, mingling with the electric tension coursing through me. He didn’t say anything, leaving me in suspense, but I could sense the shift in the air, feel the excitement thrumming in his movements. When he finally returned, I felt his hands on my hips, guiding me backward until I hit the edge of the bed.

“Climb on the bed and get on your knees,” he commanded softly, and I obeyed, sinking onto the mattress, my pulse pounding. The position left me vulnerable, but the thrill of it made my whole body hum. His hands slid up my arms, trailing over my shoulders before cupping my face from behind, his touch gentle and reverent.

“Still okay?” he asked, and his voice had a tenderness that made my heart clench.

I nodded, a soft smile spreading across my lips. “More than okay,” I whispered, and I felt his thumbs brush against my cheeks, a small, affectionate caress.

“Good,” he murmured, and then his hands were gone, leaving me aching for him, for his touch. The seconds stretched out, each one more torturous than the last, and I couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped my lips.

Hank chuckled, the sound low and full of promise. “Patience,” he reminded me, and I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. I was about to respond—probably something cheeky—but before I could get the words out, I felt the cool sensation of something soft and feathery trailing over my skin.

It started at my collarbone, drifting lightly down over my chest, and I realised he must have bought some teasing tools—a feather, perhaps. The sensation made me squirm, a giggle escaping before I could stop it. It was ticklish and maddening, the delicate brush making me hyper-aware of every inch of skin.

“Ticklish, are we?” he teased, and I could hear the grin in his voice. He didn’t let up, trailing the feather over my exposed stomach, down to the tops of my thighs, and back up again. The teasing made my skin feel hot and tight, my body aching for something more, something solid.

“Hank,” I whined, the word coming out more desperate than I’d intended.

He hummed thoughtfully, as though considering my plea. “Hmm, I don’t know. I’m quite enjoying this.” The feather danced over my skin once more, and I groaned, my muscles tensing with the need to be touched more firmly.

Finally, he seemed to take pity on me. The feather disappeared, replaced by the warm, solid press of his hands on my waist. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against my ear. “Ready for me to really make you squirm?” he whispered, and I shivered, my whole body coming alive at the promise in his voice.

“Yes,” I gasped, and I could feel his satisfied smile as he began to make good on his word.

Hank’s hands tightened on my waist, grounding me for a moment before he let one hand drift slowly down my body. Even through the blindfold, I could picture his expression—the way his eyes would be dark and intense, the way his lips would curve into that irresistible smirk that made my pulse race. The anticipation was nearly overwhelming, and I found myself holding my breath, waiting for his next move.

“Remember,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding, “you’re not in control tonight.” The reminder sent a thrill shooting through me, and I nodded, my whole body trembling.

Then his touch disappeared again, and I heard another soft rustle, followed by a faint buzzing sound that made my heart skip a beat. My breath caught in my throat, and I realised what he had in his hands: a vibrator.

The anticipation was unbearable, every nerve in my body alight with a mixture of excitement and nervous energy. The buzzing drew closer, and I squirmed on my knees, unable to stop the way my body responded. Hank chuckled softly behind me, the sound full of satisfaction. “You’re so sensitive,” he said, the vibrator brushing lightly against the inside of my thigh. I gasped, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through me, and he continued to tease, skimming the toy over my skin without giving me what I truly wanted.

“Hank, please,” I begged, my voice breaking on the plea. I could hear how desperate I sounded, but I didn’t care. The need for him, for more, was overwhelming, and I couldn’t keep still, my hips shifting in an attempt to get closer to the source of pleasure.

He clicked his tongue, the sound teasing and a little scolding. “Impatient,” he chided, but his voice was warm with affection. “I told you to be patient, didn’t I?” He pressed the vibrator more firmly against me, just above where I wanted it most, and I let out a broken moan, my body arching into the sensation.

The teasing continued, his touch just barely grazing where I ached for him, and it was driving me mad. My head fell forward, and I bit my lip, trying to keep myself from begging outright, even though every cell in my body was screaming for him.

“You sound so pretty when you beg,” he said, his voice thick with desire. The vibrator pressed against me again, this time with just enough pressure to make my breath catch, and he finally, finally let it slip lower, the sensation making me gasp.

My knees wobbled, and I couldn’t help the way my body reacted, the pleasure so intense that I felt like I was unraveling. But just as I started to lose myself in the feeling, he pulled the vibrator away, leaving me aching and frustrated.

“Not so fast,” he whispered, his breath warm against my neck. “We’re just getting started.”

I whimpered, my whole body trembling with need, and he laughed softly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “You’re going to be good for me, aren’t you?” he asked, his hands sliding back up to cup my breasts through the lace of the bra. His fingers brushed over my nipples, and I gasped, arching into his touch.

“Yes,” I managed to choke out, my voice breathless and needy. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Atta girl,” he praised, and the words sent another rush of heat through me. The vibrator returned, the teasing starting all over again, and I realised with a mix of anticipation and desperation that he was going to keep me on the edge for as long as he wanted, making me wait and beg until he decided to give me what I craved.

And despite the torment, despite the way I felt like I was about to burst from the need, I trusted him completely. Hank was in control tonight, and I was more than ready to surrender to whatever he had planned.

Hank’s hands moved over my body, his touch gentle but with a deliberate intent that left me trembling. The vibrator traced slow, torturous circles against my skin, sending waves of pleasure through me, but never quite giving me what I needed. My whole body felt strung tight, the anticipation and teasing building to an unbearable degree.

“Hank,” I whimpered, my voice cracking. “Please.”

His lips brushed over my shoulder, his breath warm and teasing. “Please, what?” he asked, his voice low and maddeningly calm. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

I swallowed hard, the words almost too difficult to get out. “Please… I need you to touch me,” I whispered, feeling both vulnerable and desperate. “I can’t take any more teasing.”

He hummed, as though considering my plea. “Hmm, I don’t know,” he said, his fingers tracing the edge of my thong, making me shiver. “I kind of like seeing you like this. Completely at my mercy.”

My legs trembled, and I bit back another whimper. The vibrator moved lower, brushing over the lace of my thong, and I moaned, my hips bucking forward instinctively. But just as I started to feel that building pleasure, he pulled back again, leaving me gasping.

“Hank, please,” I begged, my voice shaky. “I need you. I need more.”

He sighed, like he was thoroughly enjoying every moment of this. “You really are impatient tonight,” he teased, his hands finally slipping under the waistband of my thong, and I couldn’t help the way my breath caught. His touch was gentle, teasing, as he cupped me, feeling how wet and needy I was.

“God, you’re soaked,” he murmured, his voice full of wonder and desire. “Is this all for me?”

“Yes,” I gasped, my body leaning into his touch, desperate for more. “Only for you.”

His fingers slipped over my slick heat, and I let out a broken moan, the relief of his touch making me feel like I was coming undone. But just as quickly, he pulled away again, leaving me aching and unsatisfied. The torment was exquisite, and I felt tears of frustration prick at the corners of my eyes.

“Patience,” he whispered, his hands trailing over my waist, steadying me. “I’m not done with you yet.”

The vibrator returned, this time pressed firmly against my most sensitive spot, and I cried out, the sensation so overwhelming that I nearly lost my balance.

His other hand held me steady, his grip firm as he kept me from collapsing. “Easy,” he murmured, his voice softening slightly. “I’ve got you.”

The pleasure built quickly, a tidal wave of sensation that had me gasping and writhing in his hold. My head fell back against his shoulder, my body trembling as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge. I was so close, so achingly close, and I could feel my release hovering just out of reach.

But once again, he pulled the vibrator away, leaving me teetering on the brink. A strangled sob escaped my lips, the denial almost too much to bear, and he chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against my skin.

“Not yet,” he whispered, his lips brushing over my neck. “You’ll come when I say you can, and not a moment before.”

I let out a shaky breath, my body thrumming with need, and I knew I would do anything he asked if it meant finally finding release. “Please,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I’ll be good, I promise. Just… please.”

His hands slid over my hips, pulling me back against him, and I could feel how hard he was, how much this was affecting him too, but he was determined to draw this out, to make me wait until I was on the brink of madness.

“Not yet,” he repeated, his voice firm but laced with his own desire. “I’m going to make sure you remember this, sweetheart. Every touch, every second.”

I shivered, my body aching with anticipation, and I knew he was right. This was something I’d never forget—the way he took control, the way he made me feel like I was on fire, completely and utterly his.

He kept me balanced on the edge, expertly guiding my body through wave after wave of anticipation, never quite letting me fall. His lips trailed kisses over my neck and shoulder, and every inch of my skin felt like it was sparking with energy, hyperaware of every place he touched me and everywhere he didn’t.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take another second of teasing, when the pressure inside me had built to a point that felt almost unbearable, he pulled back. I felt the bed shift as he moved, and the absence of his warmth made me whimper, my entire body trembling from the tension he’d built in me.

“Stay still,” he instructed, his voice gentle but full of authority. I tried to obey, my hands still tied behind my back, the blindfold pressing softly against my eyelids, heightening every sensation.

I could hear him rummaging for something, the anticipation twisting through me. Then, the bed dipped as he settled behind me again, and I shivered at the heat radiating off his body.

“Hank…” I whispered, and I felt his hands slide up my sides, calming and grounding me.

“Shh,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the nape of my neck. “You’ve been so good for me. I’m just getting started.”

A shudder ran through me at his words, my entire body alight with anticipation. His fingers found the knot in the scarf binding my hands, and he carefully untied it, massaging my wrists gently to bring back the circulation. But before I could even think about touching him, he caught my hands and guided them back around to the front, leaving them loose but resting on my lap.

“Don’t move,” he commanded softly, and I nodded, breathless.

Then his hands traced over my shoulders and down my arms, and I could feel his breath warm against my neck. He kissed my shoulder, a slow, open-mouthed kiss that sent a shiver down my spine. His hands drifted lower, over my ribs, and came to rest on my thighs, just above the edge of my stockings. His thumbs drew slow circles over my bare skin, and my breath hitched.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” he whispered, and I could hear the edge of strain in his voice. “Seeing you like this… it’s enough to make me lose my mind.”

The words made my pulse race, and I felt the heat between us intensify. I wanted him, needed him, more than anything, but I was completely at his mercy. It was thrilling and frustrating all at once.

He moved so he was in front of me and lifted one of my hands to his chest, letting me feel the rapid beat of his heart. “You feel that?” he murmured, his voice rough. “That’s what you do to me.”

I swallowed, my fingers flexing against his skin, aching to touch more. But he guided my hand back to my lap, his control unwavering.

“Are you ready to be good for me?” he asked, and I nodded, barely able to form words. “To do exactly what I tell you?”

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need.

His hands slid back up my thighs, over the lace of the suspender belt, and I shivered as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my thong. He slowly pulled it down, letting the anticipation build, and I felt the cool air against my heated skin, the sensation making me gasp.

He guided me to lie back on the bed, his hands firm yet gentle as he positioned me, the anticipation twisting tighter in my core. I was completely at his mercy, exposed and vulnerable. He was taking his time, making me feel every moment, and the tension between us was like a live wire, humming with electricity.

His fingers traced a tantalising path down my stomach, skimming over my hip bones before drifting lower. When he finally touched me, his fingers gentle and teasing, I let out a desperate moan, my body arching into his hand. He brushed over my folds, feather-light and teasing, his touch was slow, deliberate, gliding through my wetness, circling my clit with a maddeningly gentle pressure that made me gasp and arch my back.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, his fingers slid lower, exploring every inch of me, before dipping inside with a delicious, unhurried rhythm. The sensation was overwhelming, the perfect mix of pleasure and frustration, and I found myself trembling beneath him, every nerve ending on high alert as he kept me balanced on the knife’s edge, right on the verge of release but never quite giving me enough to tip over.

“Hank, please,” I begged, my voice breaking. “I can’t… I need…”

He finally relented, pressing his thumb more firmly against my clit, his voice full of reverence and desire. “Then come for me, sweetheart,” he whispered, the added pressure combined with his words sending a shockwave through my body. The relief of finally being allowed to let go sent me spiralling over the edge, and the pleasure crashed over me in overwhelming waves, leaving me breathless and shaking, my body trembling with the force of it.

I called out his name, the sound echoing through the room, and he held me through it, his hands steady and soothing as he whispered praises in my ear. The blindfold made everything feel more intense, every sensation magnified, and I could feel the strength of his hold, grounding me as I came down from the high.

When I finally caught my breath, he gently removed the blindfold, his eyes searching mine, full of concern and tenderness. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

I nodded, a tired but content smile spreading across my lips. “More than okay,” I whispered, leaning into his touch. “That was… incredible.”

He grinned, the playful sparkle returning to his eyes. “Good,” he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Because I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

Hank’s playful grin transformed into something darker, more insistent, and I shivered as he leaned in, his lips brushing mine briefly before pulling back to study my face. His thumb grazed my cheek, and the warmth in his eyes never wavered, even as his expression turned serious, full of promise.

“Are you sure you can handle more?” he asked, his voice low and full of reverence, the question both a tease and a genuine check-in.

I nodded, my heart still pounding from the release he had so expertly given me. “Yes,” I breathed, my body already beginning to react to the anticipation.

“Good,” he whispered, and without another word, he moved down my body, his hands mapping the curves of my waist and hips, pausing just long enough to unhook my bra and slide it off, leaving me completely exposed. As he settled himself between my thighs, the look he gave me, half-worshipful and half-devilish, sent a thrill racing through my veins.

He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, the sensation soft and reverent, before gently spreading my legs wider. The vulnerability was heady, my body still humming from the intensity of my orgasm, but the way he touched me, looked at me, made me feel cherished, even as he prepared to drive me crazy once again.

From beside the bed, he picked up the small, sleek vibrator once more. He gave me a wicked smile as he pressed the toy lightly against my swollen clit, the vibrations starting off low but deep enough to make me gasp.

“Oh, God,” I breathed, my entire body jolting from the sudden sensation.

Hank chuckled softly, his voice full of playful delight. “Think you’re ready for another round?” He didn’t wait for an answer, instead leaning down to trail kisses up my abdomen, the toy still buzzing steadily against me. The overstimulation was immediate, my body already sensitive and trembling from the release he had just granted me.

His free hand held the toy firmly in place, refusing to let me squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure. “Hank,” I whimpered, a desperate edge to my voice as the sensation intensified, each pulse of the vibrator sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me, pushing me toward another climax far too soon.

He hummed, his mouth finding my breast and latching on, his tongue swirling around my nipple as his hand pressed the vibrator more insistently against me. The combination of sensations was too much, too soon, and I felt myself tipping over the edge again, this time faster, harder.

“Hank, I—” The words were lost as another wave of ecstasy crashed through me, my body arching off the bed, every nerve alight with overstimulation. I was gasping, shaking, and he held me through it, his touch both commanding and soothing.

But I didn’t have time to come down, he didn’t stop. The vibrator stayed pressed to my clit, the unrelenting buzz keeping me on the knife’s edge of pleasure and pain, my body twisting and squirming, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.

“Too much?” he asked, his voice full of gentle concern, even as his eyes sparkled with desire.

I bit my lip, trying to catch my breath, my body still trembling. “I… I don’t know,” I managed, the overstimulation making me feel delirious, every sensation magnified.

He gave me a wicked grin, pressing a kiss to my jaw. “You’re doing so well, baby” he praised, his voice full of pride. “But let me know if you need me to stop.”

Then, as if he hadn’t already pushed me to my limit, he slipped two fingers back inside me, curling them in a way that made my vision blur. The vibrator’s relentless pressure combined with his fingers was almost too much, and I clung to him, tears spilling down my cheeks as the pleasure built to a crescendo once more. My body quaked, and I let out a sob of ecstasy as another orgasm tore through me, this one even more powerful than the last. My vision went white, my entire being unraveling as wave after wave of overwhelming bliss left me trembling, every nerve alight.

He whispered soothing words, grounding me as I came down, but he didn’t give me a chance to fully recover. The sight of me, trembling and undone, seemed to be his breaking point. His restraint shattered, and with a desperate groan, he pulled back just long enough to flip me over, pressing me into the mattress. His body covered mine, and I felt the heat and urgency in every inch of his touch, his need palpable and all-consuming.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he said, his voice rough and wrecked, thick with desire. “I need you.”

I felt his hands slide to my waist, fingers pressing firmly into my skin as he lifted my hips, angling me just the way he wanted. My forearms and face stayed pressed into the mattress, my body arching to accommodate him, and the vulnerability of the position sent a shiver of anticipation through me.

He paused, his grip strong but gentle, and I could feel the tension thrumming through him as he leaned forward, his breath warm against my ear. “Is this okay?” he asked, his voice still husky but filled with concern. The way he always checked in, even when he was on the brink of losing himself, made my heart swell.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice breathless and full of need. “Please.”

A groan of relief escaped him as he buried himself inside me, the sound vibrating through his chest and into my back. The first thrust was slow, almost reverent, and I gasped at the feeling, at how perfectly he filled me. His hands tightened on my hips, grounding me, but he kept his pace measured, even as I felt him fighting to keep from giving in to his desperation.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured, his voice strained but full of care. His hips moved again, a little harder this time, and the force made my breath catch. “I need you to feel good. Always.”

The sincerity in his voice, even as he began to move faster, sent a rush of warmth through me. His rhythm picked up, his hips snapping into mine with more intensity, but his hands stayed steady, holding me securely. Every movement was driven by that careful balance between passion and control, and it left me trembling beneath him, the pleasure building higher with each thrust.

“God, you feel so good,” he rasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding himself together. His hands tightened on my hips, pulling me back to meet each thrust, and the force of it made my breath catch, my fingers clutching at the sheets.

I gasped, the sensation overwhelming, each thrust pushing me further into the mattress. The way he moved was different now—hungry, needy, and driven by the loss of control that had finally overtaken him. His rhythm was relentless, his hips slamming into mine with a desperation that left me breathless.

I could hear his heavy breathing, feel the way his body tensed and shuddered behind me, and it only made me more aware of my own arousal, the pleasure building once more with every rough, urgent movement. The room was filled with the sound of our bodies meeting, the air thick with heat and need.

His hands slid up my sides, fingers digging into my skin with just enough pressure to leave me feeling completely claimed. Each thrust was powerful, driven by the passion and urgency we’d both been holding back, and I felt myself spiralling quickly toward the edge once more. The way he filled me, the way he moved—there was nothing gentle about it now, just pure, raw desire, and it had me gasping with every powerful thrust.

“Hank,” I moaned, my voice breaking on the sound. The way he was taking me, unrestrained and unapologetically intense, sent my senses spinning, and I couldn’t hold back the shivers of pleasure that rippled through me. His hands tightened, grounding me, and his rhythm grew even more demanding, each movement hitting just right, building the tension until it was almost unbearable.

“Look at you,” he groaned, his voice wrecked with longing. “So perfect, so beautiful.” The words made my heart clench, a rush of warmth flooding through me, and I knew I was close, so achingly close.

His hand slipped around to the front, fingers brushing over my sensitive, swollen clit, and I let out a broken cry, the added stimulation sending me hurtling toward my climax. “Come on baby, one more,” he rasped, his voice full of desperate need. “I need to feel you.”

The command sent a shockwave through me, and I shattered, pleasure crashing over me in wave after wave. My whole body shook, my cries muffled by the sheets as he continued to move, drawing out every last bit of ecstasy until I was completely undone. My walls clenched around him, and I felt him falter, his rhythm stuttering.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice breaking, and his hips snapped into mine one last time before he came, his release washing over him. I felt his body tense, his grip on my hips tightening, and the way he moaned my name sent a final, shuddering wave of pleasure through me.

He held me there, pressed against him as the aftershocks rippled through us both. For a moment, the only sounds were our heavy breathing and the pounding of our hearts.

He sighed in relief, a soft, satisfied sound, and he slowly eased out of me, his hands gentle as he helped me lower my hips back to the bed. His touch was tender, full of affection, and I turned to meet his eyes, feeling my heart swell at the love and care I saw there.

He pulled me close, whispering sweet, reverent words in my ear, his touch gentle and comforting as I came back to myself, my body limp and trembling in his arms. “You were absolutely perfect,” he murmured, his voice full of reverence and awe. “So beautiful, so responsive… You have no idea how incredible you were.”

He gently wiped away the tears that had escaped, his touch soft and full of care. Leaning in, he pressed a tender kiss to each of my damp cheeks before his lips found mine in a gentle, soothing kiss. It was full of warmth and love, a sweet contrast to the intensity of everything that had come before.

When he pulled back, his eyes searched mine, full of concern and affection. “Are you okay?” he asked again, his voice soft and earnest, his thumb still caressing my cheek.

I took a deep breath, the last shivers of pleasure still running through me, and gave him a small, tired smile. “I’ve never felt this good,” I whispered, my voice still a little shaky.

His shoulders relaxed at my words, and he returned my smile, his own relief evident. “Thank you for trusting me.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close, and let out a contented sigh. “Always,” I whispered, and I meant it. With him, I felt safe, cherished, and completely adored. And in that moment, there was nowhere else I’d rather be.

[emlan]

Finished expansion!

Final Fantasy XIV Dawntrail done, here's some MSQ spoiler thoughts:

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I've had XIV on ice for a while so I was going into it as a casual and not a diehard fangirl but still I am shocked and disappointed by how bored I was during the whole thing… And annoyed, which is a bigger crime. Constantly wondering why characters act like they do or why they aren't asking about X.

Alphinaud and Alisae did nothing and they were both an eyesore with their old outfits, dressing them in local threads would've been so easy and a cute way to buff the immersion of visiting a new continent. (To be fair I guess they HAVE to tag along even if the writer doesn't want them there due to Trusts? I'd argue Krile and Erenville were just pieces of furniture until the very last stretch too but they were at least interested in the same goal as Wuk Lamat so they didn't feel out of place.)

My fav stuff is interacting and bonding with characters new and old but it doesn't feel like we got much of that? Trying to picture what people will even draw fanart of for DT of and all my mind's eye can see is Wuk Lamat lovers drawing WoLship art or just her looking cute and/or hot. (Also Erenville looking cute and/or hot.)

Doing a "sweet girl turns into massive threat" right after a "sweet girl turns into massive threat" expansion is rather brazen but it is a Classic so whatever. Would've been neat if she was an adult woman instead.

I could probably rant about several particular moments but I can feel myself slowly starting to morph into a WORST expansion EVER red-arrow-and-circle YouTube thumbnail which would be rather unsexy of me so I'll go ahead and choose happiness by listing the things I enjoyed instead;

Starting with the incredible lvl 93 weapons!!!! They all look like bland NPC pieces which is something super rare in this game, such a breath of fresh air. The NIN daggers especially is pure 10/10 and I was even considering changing my never-glamming-it-away ARR longbow into the new BRD one. The new sets are good too, I'm not much for scifi-y gear but the ones you get before Solution 9 are very nice and the aiming top gave my lizard a very lovely waist. I was really lucky to get the golden bangle hand drop that all Tuliyollal NPCs wear so I could fit in proper :3 Tweaking my main glam slightly to blend into each new areas better was a big source of fun.

Zoraal Ja bringing back an SSR Alpaca made me chuckle.

The moblin pot contract stuff is very endearing, basically they are keeping a crafter as a personal pet to love and pamper so they can do their best work? Such a cute Human Cattle aligned setup even though it's a mutual agreement and not actual ownership.

I liked the little merchant/seller skit we do with Koana even if my main glee was just seeing him wear something that didn't clash with his teal hair.

I perked up during the cooking contest introduction since it seemed like the chance for shenanigans was high, but they didn't really play around with it. At least we got Alisae musing to herself about Zuraal Ja and Baka Ja Ja in matching aprons 👌 Is the Fu awakening in you, my girl…?

Bakool Ja Ja doing his best to help out and getting a little flustered when receiving thanks after having been a stupid miserable bully that pretty much set off a nuke willy-nilly was nice, but only bcs I tend to clap like a seal no matter what when this trope appears. Since I am choosing happiness I'm not gonna comment more on his character.

The play was delightful as was the FF9 town wink in general (I also laughed for the wrong reasons at poor Otis doing a voice gag in an unvoiced cutscene, at least it still got the gist across well.)

lvl 100 dungeon nice presentation.

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Of course…….

Koana turning out to be an all-in siscon 🙏

Blessed be. It was rather predictable him and Wuk Lamat would end up as a duo ruler pair to cover each other's weaknesses, but her energetic public marriage proposal and stone carving to truly show off their union ran with the premise more than what I had braced for!

Love him feeling super jealous and obviously having been crying in the shower over WoL getting asked about a place in his sister's court [before he knew he had a place too] and then later him also clearly feeling threatened when she states that she views the WoL as one of her beloved siblings too. So pathetic clearly wanting to be the only Brother™ in her life ❤

I was kinda eyes emoji at Zoraal Ja too when he was staring at his sister with icy contempt, emboldened by my incest win when it came to the catboy I dared to dream that the oldest brother also harbored some obsessive feelings towards her that he didn't know how to handle, but that's not quite what happened… It's a shame we didn't get flashbacks of all those siblings together in various stages of life, I kept forgetting they were actually family so Wuk Lamat angsting over her evil brother made me go Oh Right every time I got reminded.

Lastly it wasn't quite part of the MSQ but the chuuni villain roundtable intro for the Role Quests was very silly (positive) and probably the most entertained I was during these past 4 days. Well, besides the actual trial fights being fun but I don't count those for story.

Ignoring the "human" faces and only going by the world the graphics/lighting update is very nice! My guy made it out OK but it stings a bit every time I see his mouth having had its charm nerfed. Very impressed by the not-Vanu Vanu, Horthgals and Mamool Jas facial expressions. However, hairstyles all look worse than before, so soft and "washed out"? I'm exaggerating for effect rn but Koana looks like he has a soft teal cloud as hair basically? And the twins' white hair is now too uniformly white without the darker hair strand lines…

The inn room is probably the nicest looking one we've gotten so far, both luxurious and cozy vibes. Always crack up seeing my Au Ra in bed nothing says relaxation like a super stiff coffin pose.

Quite bummed I couldn't find as much excitement as in previous expacks and I probably won't bother renewing sub for a while, but at least I already have other fandoms to keep me occupied.

[gomzwrites]

100 Followers Special: Fic Marathon

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more info on the fic marathon check out this post :)

Day 3: Konig

Tags: fluff, xtall gn!reader, implied nsfw at the end, inaccurate uniform descriptions, bad German (translation below sentences)

Notes: ・❥・reader's texts are in purple ・❥・indented texts are memories ・❥・dividers drawn by @gomzdraws ・❥・credit to shadeops21 for that one specific shirt described in this fic

a/n: side note, I don't play the game but I did watch the playthrough and ref the cod wiki page. Also remember how I was talking the amount of struggle I did for this fic? its because of the uniform part, can't for the life find out whether Austrian Colonel uniform is red-blue, stone gray or gold, don't even get me started on the insignia XD please if you know what the official uniform would look like lmk in the comment!

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Ah great, looks like we ran out of mayonnaise... Konig dear! Where are you?

A few footsteps were heard when you called for him, and within seconds, he was right at the kitchen door, a worrying face evident in his features.

Yes Liebling? What’s wrong?

Ah, nothing much; we ran out of mayonnaise and a few other items for the dinner I’m making tonight. Can you run to the store and get them for me?

Konig nodded as he quietly walked towards you and took your hand gently.

Do you have a list?

Yeah, hold on.

You quickly take out a piece of paper and scribble down the ingredients needed, fold it neatly, and hand it to him. You think for a moment before smiling as you pat his arm.

Grab some dessert on your way home as well, my treat.

You finish by giving him some cash as his eyes brighten up and he chuckles.

Okay, thank you. I’ll make sure to be back as soon as I can, my Liebling.

You give him a peck on the cheek as he wears his hood and wave him goodbye once he goes into the car. You go back into the kitchen and prepare the other necessary preparations, such as seasoning and washing, before wiping your hands clean.

You decided that since there was extra time and you had to wait for Konig to return with the groceries, you might as well do other chores. You head into the master bedroom, which both of you shared, and open the closets, taking out a few of his military suits and laying them on the bed. It had been awhile since you looked through and iron them since most of his outfits are at the base, so it was refreshing to glance back at the series of uniforms he had.

You run your hands along the combat shirt and pants he had before, smiling when you see the clear difference in sizes over the years. He does still like wearing his black tactical Cyre G3 combat shirt, but what you really like is his Colonel uniform.

You lift it up as you examine it closely, tracing over the different badges and insignia sewed onto the uniform. You chuckle when you recall the memory of when he came home in it.

My dear! Wow, look at you all fancy and looking important! You give a whistle and chuckle as you quickly greet him and stare at him excitedly. Ah, please don't, my Liebling, this is embarrassing… Konig said as he quickly undressed and tossed the uniform onto the floor. But you’re the Colonel! Isn’t that, like, a great achievement in the military? Konig didn't reply as he sighed and kissed your hair; he didn't make any more comments about it, and you never brought it up since it bothered him, not until two days later during the late hours. You felt him rolling to your side as he slung his arm around your waist and pulled you close. I don’t like being one; it brings too much attention to myself. He mumbles as he buries his head into your neck, and you nod in understanding after making sense of what he was talking about and cooed him back to sleep.

But it looks so cool.

You thought to yourself as you looked at the collar, lined with delicate gold arabesques, as it shimmered under the light. You give a hum before you let the impulsive thought win and decide to wear it.

Truthfully, you’re also quite tall yourself thanks to your family’s genes, standing proudly at 6 ft tall(185cm), while Konig is just a few more inches taller around 6.6 ft tall(roughly at 200cm). It’s perfect because you can easily kiss his cheek without much effort and watch him blush hard every single time. He’s never gotten used to having someone who can stare at him the way you do so openly and with ease.

You decided that if you’re going to wear something this extravagant, you might as well go full out. So you promptly remove your shirt and wear the uniform carefully. It wasn’t comfortable due to how rigid the cloth felt against your skin, and the pants were a bit longer, but once you glanced at the mirror, you were quite proud and shocked at how good it looked on you, and it fits well, surprisingly. Well, everything except the sleeves. As always, it was also a bit too long and ended on your knuckles, so you just folded them up.

An idea pops into your mind the more you stare at yourself in the mirror.

You give a hum of amusement as you twirl and stretch around, giggling when you decide to imitate your boyfriend. You take a moment to recall the times when you got to watch his demonstration practice and smirk as you start acting alert and put on your serious game face. You hold up your arms in the air as you imagine yourself holding a rifle and mutter in a deep voice.

Target secured, attack the HVT!

You say this before twisting around and making the "pew pew" sound with your hand, giggling and chuckling as you completely get lost in the moment, then you crouch down beside the bed and pretend to resume a hiding position as you mutter softly.

And they say I could never be a sniper.

You make another dramatic "pow" sound before standing up and sliding to the center of the room with a "hyah!" and standing up, glancing around until you notice a tall figure at the bedroom door that you forgot to close. You instantly stop and freeze at your place as a blush creeps up your face.

Having fun, Mein Schatz?

You let out a huff of embarrassment for being caught like this, and you felt your neck heat up as you gave a sheepish smile.

I erm- Konig-

Scheiße, Sieh dich an... Shit, look at you...

He mutters as he slowly walks towards you; each step felt calculative, so slow as you watched his eyes that kept you in place. You can’t glance away, something about his gaze feels hypnotic.

Something about the way he looks at you makes you shutter; it's intimidating but also….primal…which is kind of hot. As he finally stands in front of you, so close that your chest bumps into his, he tilts his head to one side.

I hated this uniform, but now that I see you wear it, hmmmm…

His voice is deep and drawn out as he circles you, almost like a predator studying its prey. You gulped nervously as you tucked your collar in and answered back with a meek tone.

Should I take it off?

He gives you a long thought as he stands behind you. As soon as his hands are on you, he immediately carries and tosses you to the bed as you yelp at the sudden motion.

K-Konig?

You ask as you watch him crawl towards you as he reveals a smirk, then opens his mouth and lazily runs his tongue over his teeth as he gives a deep chuckle.

No, keep it on, because I...will be the one removing it.

You swallow excitedly as you bite your lips and rest your head on the soft pillow, under his mercy as he towers over you.

Who cares about dinner anyway?

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Previous fic: Kyle Gaz Garrick | Captain John Price Next fic: John Soap MacTavish

a/n: I know everyone hc Konig to be huge at 6”10 but I went along with the military guideline on the tallest height they allow which is around 6.6 ft tall, also I took Ghost's height as a ref which is around 6'4 ((yes yes I know none of these heights are cannon)) but ye XD thinking maybe I'll write some more tall reader x Konig fic in the future though :]

taglist: @cathnoneofyourbusiness | @land-lord-lol

like and reblog if you enjoyed this fic :D have a good day/night!

[breella]

Secrets part 2

A/N: Part 2 to secrets! Angst with a happy ending! I'm always open to suggestions on future parts! If you haven't read part 1 you need to read it first. For some reason it isn't letting me link it here. This series is the first thing I've written in years and I'm having a lot of fun with it. Posting makes me super anxious, but I'm very appreciative of all the love I've received on part 1!

Warnings: Implied sex. Angst. That's all I can think of but if you see anything that needs to be added please let me know.

“Hello Beautiful” Eris smirked. You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corner of your lips. Hearing his voice after 3 weeks of no contact felt like coming home. He looked breathtaking as usual. His red locks were disheveled as if he had been running his hand through his hair. He had on a more casual outfit than he would wear in a public setting. He was leaning against the hearth with his arms crossed. A fire was blazing inside the fireplace.

It took everything in you not to run into his arms. One look at him and you wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in his arms with your lips on his. You wouldn’t do that though. You told yourself you had to be strong. You were only here to hear him out. To see if he had finally decided you didn’t need to hide your bond anymore.

“Well, I’m here. Talk.” You replied flatly. You hoped your emotions weren’t showing on your face.

“I brought apple crisp and some wine.” He smiled. “I know it’s your favorite. Care to join me in the kitchen?” He continued when you didn’t reply.

“I’m not here to play games, Eris” you replied with a sigh moving yourself to the armchair on the other side of the room. It was a calculated move. You knew if you sat on the couch, he would sit beside you and you didn’t trust yourself to be that close to him.

“I know love. I’ve been going crazy these weeks without you. You’re all that’s been on my mind. I needed to see you.”

“Well you’ve seen me. If that’s it, I’ll be leaving.” You made a move to stand. You hoped he didn’t hear your heart racing.

“Wait.” Eris pushed himself from the wall and moved to the chair directly across from your own. He looked lost in thought for a moment, his mouth opening and closing as if he couldn’t find the words to say. He finally settled on “I’m sorry y/n.”

“That must have been hard for you Eris. Have you ever apologized to anyone before?”

“I truly mean it y/n. I never intended to hurt you.”

“What’s so wrong with me that you want to keep us hidden?” Your voice came out much weaker than you expected. You hadn’t meant to let the words slip. You didn’t want to sound so vulnerable. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes making your vision blurry.

Flames danced in Eris’s eyes as his knuckles turned white from gripping the side of the chair so hard. “Look at me” he commanded. You couldn’t help but obey. Your eyes moved up to meet his as a tear ran down your cheek. “There is nothing wrong with you. Nothing. You are perfect in every single way. I’m sorry that I haven’t done enough to show you that.”

“If there is nothing wrong with me than why are you doing this? It made sense under the mountain. It wasn’t safe for anyone to know there. Then there was the war. It wasn’t the right time to tell anyone then. But now… now we have no excuse to hide. If you aren’t embarrassed of me and our bond, then exactly what is the issue Eris?” You stood from your chair somewhere during your questions. You moved closer to him without even realizing you’d done so. Your sadness had been replaced by anger. Black swirls of night surrounded you.

Eris stood too pushing his chair across the floor as he did. “I’m trying to keep you safe for fucks sake. Why can’t you see that?” The fire blazed in the fireplace as his own anger rose to the surface.

“Keep me safe?” you scoffed. “Keep me safe from what Eris? I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” You were so sick of everyone in your life making choices about your safety without even consulting you.

“From Beron and-“ His voice was laced with anger and maybe fear.

“I am not afraid of Beron.” You cut him off. You were not going to allow Beron Vanserra to keep you from your mate.

“You didn’t see what he did to Lucien’s lover.” His voice was softer now. “He killed her y/n. He killed her for no reason other than to see Lucien suffer.” The flames in his eyes were gone now. You had never seen him look this way. He looked sad, broken.

“Eris-“ you placed your hand on his arm. It hurt you to see him this upset.

“He’s taken everything I’ve ever loved away from me” he whispered. “I can’t let him take you too. I love you.”

The air was suddenly thick. He had never spoken those words before. He had never allowed himself to say them out loud. You placed your hands on the sides of his face pulling his face closer to yours. “Beron isn’t going to take me away from you Eris. No one is. I love you too.” You placed your lips on his in a gentle kiss.

When you went to pull away his arms wrapped around your waist pulling your body into his. His lips crashed down on yours. When the two of you finally pulled apart, he gazed down into your eyes and gently tugged on the bond. “You must think I’m pathetic” he sighed adverting his gaze.

“I would never think you’re pathetic Eris. You saved me under the mountain. I think it’s noble that you want to protect me” you replied. “Although I can make my own choices. I am not afraid of Beron or any of the other risks that come along with loving you Eris. It hurts me to have to hide like this. It hurts to feel the pull of this mating bond every single day but not be with you. It hurts that I can’t talk to my family and friends about it. But I will wait for you Eris. I will wait until you figure it out because you are worth waiting for.”

“I’m ready for the world to know that you are mine” Eris replied before crashing his lips into yours once again. The kiss was intense. His tongue immediately found its way into your mouth. He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around him. He stumbled into furniture before backing you into a wall. “Say it” Eris growled before his lips connected with your neck.

“I’m yours” you said breathlessly as your hands roamed his back pulling at his shirt. You needed him. You needed to feel his skin against your own.

You knew you weren’t getting any sleep tonight. Your legs were going to be jello in the morning. You weren’t sure how you were going to explain it to Cassian and the others when you met them for training in the morning. You didn’t care though. You were with your mate. For the first time in over 50 years, you felt free.