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Sleazy Dabi who likes going for the sweet ones, the ones who can hardly look him in the eye and hesitate a little when he gets close to them. The ones who always chuckle nervously when he starts flirting, whose words turn to whispers when they admit theyâre new to this whole thing.
Whole thing? He always asks with a tip of their chin to look him in the eye. Whole thing with guys like you, they always mumble back. He likes the look, the challenge, the fight in their eyes as he knows how his charm can soothe their battling minds.
He wins every time.
Sleazy Dabi who likes the inexperienced ones, the ones who stutter and stumble and shake a little when his hand rests on their thighs. The ones who tell him, they donât know what theyâre doing. He loves the sweet little look that passes over their faces when he reassures them that heâll be there every step of the way, holding their hands if he needs to.
But sleazy Dabi who loves you the most. His latest, and last, plaything turned lover. Who used to be so scared to touch him without shaking, who couldnât look him in the eye without smiling whenever he kissed you. Who used to sing him the prettiest songs whenever he made you work for it, gain that confidence he knew was lurking beneath the shadows.
Before, when he told you to ride him for the first time, he can still remember the scared little look on your face. How your eyes grew round and you fiddled with your fingers, whispering that you donât know howâdonât know what to doâwhere to put your handsâwhere to look. He comforted you, walked you through the whole thing until you lost yourself in the moment and fell headfirst into him.
And now? Now, he doesnât even have to ask.
âIt looks so pretty,â he hears you murmur under your breath, eyes snapping down to look at the sight of you. Pumping a hand around his drooling cock, pulling until the pre gathers in your palm, only to slide it back down again once more. He looks up when he feels your stare, licking his lips at your hung open mouth and round eyes and heaving chest.
âLemme ride it. Please?â You ask softly. Usually, heâd remind you of your manners, question where that sweet, innocent, hesitant person went, ask when you became so bold. But you look so hungry for it, already raising on your knees, already swiping his pierced tip through your wetness.
âYou know itâs yours. You donât even have to ask.â Dabi mutters against your mouth when you lean into him, gasping when he breaches your hole. And he means what he saidâever since he met you, every part of him has been yours, even if you didnât know it yet.
#tw: virginity#I hate hm so much Iâm gonna frow up#I started this over a month ago#why has writing been so hard and taking me so long UGH#Iâm gonna try and write a little tomorrow#okay gn#Iâm craving a chocolate frappe soooo bad help#ânew treat in the streets! đ«#dabi treats! đŹ
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Request for Anonymous Gif Source: Deckard
Imagine losing your virginity to Deckard Shaw
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You had straightened the bed, quickly undressed to your underwear and even lit some candles as you dimmed the light and got under the covers. When he came out of the bathroom after his shower, he looked around the room noticing the small changes before taking in the sight of you. Laying in the bed half under the covers you patted the mattress next to you. âIâm ready Deck.â
#deckard shaw imagine#my imagines#gifs not mine#fast and furious imagine#fast and the furious franchise#tw: virginity
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Here. Read the tags and if it makes you uncomfy donât click below the cut or Iâll see you hanged
Snippet of idk what Iâm titling this yet
Fem!Reader x Millions Knives
CW: DARK!!!!! DEAD DOVE. Morally ambiguous reader, dom!reader, sub!knives, virgin!knives, toxic relationship, death in readerâs backstory, fem physical descriptions used for knivesâ body, body modding (reader has a lost tech detachable dick she can feel through), petnames (angel and princess -> knives)
TW: Drugging (Reader -> Knives), Lethal Aphrodisiacs, Dubcon AF (Knives has an implied soft spot for Reader butâŠâŠ.), Xenophilia (Alien Genitalia), Fuck or Die, Choking, Degradation, Mocking Praise, Sadism, Virginity, implied incestuous feelings (Knives -> Vash), Vaginal Penetration (Reader -> Knives), and probably more that I canât think of rn cuz this isnât done yet. I just need motivation
A/N: All the tags donât apply to whatâs actually in the clip. I just donât want anyone interacting with this piece without knowing the full scope of whatâs actually going on.
+20 Content. Ages 19 and under DNI.
#knives x reader#kni x reader#millions knives x reader#nai x reader#dom!reader#tw: drugs#tw: teratophilia#tw: xenophilia#tw: choking#tw: degradation#tw: praise#tw: dubious consent#tw: dubcon#tw: virginity#tw: body modification#tw: body modding
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The V Questions
TW: Virginity, sex, etc. 18+
Is your Muse a Virgin?
When did your Muse lose their virginity? (If they have not, do they care when they do?)
If your Muse has lost their virginity, do they remember the experience?
Was it planned or by chance?
Does your Muse regret anything from that instance?
Is your Muse still with the person they lost their virginity to?
If your Muse was asked about their virginity, are they honest or do they avoid the question as best as they can?
Has anyone assumed your Muse is or is not a virgin?
Does anyone related to your Muse know about their virginity status?
Did your Museâs family shape their opinion or outlook on when/how they lost (or didnât) lose their virginity?
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I refuse to ever teach my daughters the archaic concept of "losing one's virginity" geeeez, your mom as a teenager unprofitable hit a bump while riding her bike and if your boy doesn't believe it, it's not your boy
#mine#personal#asexual spectrum#tw: virginity#virginity#ace positivity#ace pride#aroace positivity#aroace spectrum#aroace spec#aroace jokes#ase#ase jokes#jokes#losing virginity#tw: losing virginity#parents#parenting#funny post#text#textpost#texting#txt#txt post#my txt#mine txt
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"creature of myth."
pairing: vampire!gojo x fem!human!reader summary: when you receive an offer of marriage from a mysterious wealthy lord, itâs too good a deal for your family to turn down. but nothing could be so perfect... right? content: MDNI (18+Â ONLY), dark content, nsfw, gets dubcon/noncon in some spots, yandere behavior from gojo, implied death/k*lling of a character (not reader or gojo), arranged marriage, victorian au, plot that ends with porn lmao, spooky dooky vibes, blood, blood sucking/eating, praise, biting, unprotected sex, creampie, virgin!reader, discussion of virginity, cherry popping, pain, pet names (princess/love), reader is highkey clueless about sex, discussion of masturbation, ideas of masturbation as âsinfulâ, very minor religious themes, fated âmatesâ, gojo is highkey insane, coercion and manipulation, like SO much neck kissing, ooc gojo??? (had to alter his character to match a victorian vampire lord LMAO). a/n: PLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS. THERE IS DARK CONTENT AHEAD. is this a gojo fic or a twilight fic?? Going back to my roots fr fr. straight down to the âSAY IT, SAY ITâ. this fic is also way too long my apologies bbs. i hope you like a hefty side of plot with your porn. parts of this fic feel way too cheesy to me but sometimes i eat that up, yk?? this fic was inspired by this amazing work by @rice5x ! and, finally, thank you all for the support on my most recent fics. i'm just getting back into being active on this blog and it's been amazing reading each and every comment/reblog/ask. they genuinely fill me with so much joy. keep them coming hehe. anyway, i hope you enjoy and remember, ALL AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED. credits: dividers by @cafekitsune. banner art by @ndsoda on twitter. wc: 11.6k (sowwy)
You remember perfectly the way your motherâs jaw dropped when Satoru Gojo proposed to you. Youâd never seen the man, and you still hadnât. Heâd asked to marry you via messenger, a simple letter delivered by hand with a list of all the things heâd be willing to pay for your hand. Offers of money, land, protection, connection- anything so long as he got you. Youâd thought it was a joke. Your father nearly took a shovel to the head of the poor messenger, thinking the letter was some kind of cruel prank, some sort of targeted disrespect. Youâd only started to believe when you really looked- saw the Gojo crest embroidered on the manâs suit, the fine leather of his boots. If it was a prank, somebody had spent a great deal of money and effort to pull it off.Â
Youâd asked for proof nonetheless, and youâd gotten it. Documents signed and sealed with a well-known waxen crest, gifts that could only have been purchased by a wealthy lord. The one thing you never got was the lord himself. He refused to see you, to come down from his mysterious castle on the hill. It didnât surprise you. He rarely deemed town worthy of his presence. He had a reputation as a recluse, as a man who only ever liked to see and never be seen. What little glimpses people got of him were usually through the dark window of his carriage. Still, his appearance preceded him. White hair, light eyes⊠âhauntingâ said those who had the luck to see him. Those who went to work for the lord tended to return⊠changedâ if they returned at all.Â
You accepted, of course. How could you not? You were a peasant family with no status or wealth to your name. The promises Lord Gojo had made would make your parents into aristocrats all on their own. But that left you wondering⊠why did he want you? You offered him no benefit. If anything, you sullied his bloodline. The question scratched at the back of your mind. It came to you while you ate breakfast, while you washed your clothes, while you weeded in the garden. Some part of you told you that you needed the answer before you ever stepped foot in that castle. You needed that answer, but youâd never get it.Â
Your wedding wasnât even a wedding- just a piece of paper that had already been signed and witnessed, once again delivered by a familiar messenger. You signed at your dining room table and⊠that was that. You were married.Â
Later that night the carriages arrive. Men flood your home, all dressed in blue velvet, the Gojo crest embroidered on their chests. They seem puzzled when you tell them youâve packed all your belongings into a measly three bags.Â
You say a quick goodbye to your parents, drawing them into stiff embraces. You love them, and they love you, but you canât bear to see their faces as they send you away to a man who couldnât even show his face for your wedding.Â
The carriage ride is somehow longer than youâd thought it would be- apparently, the castleâs size makes it seem deceptively close. The trip is rocky and twisty and altogether unpleasant as you steadily make your way toward the castle gates. By the time you reach them you think youâve probably dozed in and out of consciousness at least half a dozen times.Â
The castle is even more intimidating up close. Spires that swirl into the clouds, sculptures that stare, doors that look more suited to being locked than opened. Itâs⊠terrifying.Â
When you finally roll to a stop, you move for the door. When you swing it open you get your fair share of strange looks from your attendants and remember that you should have waited for the footman. Your face heats as you climb out anyway, unwilling to subject yourself to the further humiliation of waiting for assistance.Â
Your feet hit gravel and all you can do is stare- up, up, up, to where the castleâs peaks disappear into the fog. When your eye flashes to a window on the east side of the manor you think you see a swaying curtain. You tuck your arms around yourself and shiver, but itâs not from the cold.Â
You nearly stumble over your feet on your first step inside. The entrance hall is larger than your former house, with ceilings that stretch so high you can hardly make out the figures on the frescoes that adorn it. Silver and blue drape everywhere, the Gojo family colors. You swallow when you see a chair that is most definitely worth more than your familyâs annual income.Â
The floors are marble and when your worn heels clack against it, you only feel reminded that you donât belong here. That question pricks in your mind again as you pass portraits of every Gojo heir to have lived in the last three hundred years. Why me? Why me? Why me?Â
Your footman deposits you in your room, a place more lavish than youâve ever seen. You have a four poster bed with a canopy of blue velvet, a window that overlooks a sprawling estate, and more square footage than youâve ever dreamed of.Â
âPull this if you need any sort of assistance, maâam.âÂ
You turn to see your footman referencing a silver cord at your bedside. You assume itâs one of those contraptions that rings a bell in the servantsâ quarters. You try to hide your amazement- youâve never seen one in real life before.Â
You clear your throat and give your most ladylike nod. âThank you, um-â you pause, your brow furrowing. âIâm sorry, I donât think I asked your name.âÂ
Your footman appears stunned to silence, like heâd never expected you to care about his existence, much less his name. He recovers quickly, though, and forces a small smile. âThomas, maâam.â
You smile and itâs genuine. âThank you, Thomas.âHe bows and makes a beeline for the door, but you have one more question. âOh, um, Thomas-â He freezes, turning slowly on his heel to face you.Â
âYes, my lady?âÂ
You cringe at the title. The sound of it creeps across your skin, foreign and⊠wrong. Why me? Why me? Why me?
You clear your throat again. âDo you know, um, well-â You shift, trying to word your question properly. âDo you know when I might see the Lord?âÂ
There is a pause, a moment of tension and silence, and then an answer. âNo, my lady.â
Thomas does not stick around for more questioning. The door clicks shut behind him and then you're left with only the sound of retreating footsteps.Â
Youâre stunned to say the least, mouth still halfway open, more questions on the tip of your tongue. Should you seek him out? Was that proper? Would he come to you? Would he meet you for dinner, perhaps? Surely he would come to your room tonight to⊠consummate. Would that be the first time you lay eyes on him? When heâs over you?Â
You sigh. Thereâs nothing much to be done about it now. You find your way to the bed and sit down hesitantly. It feels like a crime to rumple such primped and polished cotton. You do it anyway- itâs going to happen sometime, right? You fall back against the mattress and donât fail to notice how utterly comfortable it is. The silvery patterns on your canopy swirl and bend together. Youâre tired. You didnât sleep much last night, anxious for the morning⊠and itâs only mid-afternoon now. You had time for a nap, right? Your eyes are closing before you can convince yourself itâs a bad idea and then youâre swept away into a world of warm darkness.Â
You wake with a start. Your first thought is that itâs dark now. Your room is pitch black except for the stream of moonlight passing through your stupidly large window. Your mouth feels dry and your skin is cold, like youâve just woken from a nightmare. If you have, you donât remember it. Perhaps thatâs a blessing.Â
You sit up, combing a finger through your hair and laughing pitifully when you realize that you left your shoes on as you slept. You hope Thomas didnât walk in to find you in yet another unladylike position. A glance at the foot of the bed reveals he might have. Your bags have arrived- all three of them. You eye them with a combination of longing and contempt. They don't match this place. Theyâre worn and used- everything here is shiny and new. Still, theyâre all you have, and all you have left of your life before. All you have left of home.Â
You stretch your arms above your head, nearly groaning at the burn in your muscles. The carriage ride did your body no favors and you suspect youâll be sore for many days to come.Â
You rise, no longer content to lie in bed. Youâve had your rest and, from the state of darkness outside, you suspect your new husband might be joining you soon. The thought twists a certain tightness into your gut, but you push it aside. If that was the price you paid for all he gave your family⊠then youâd pay it gladly.Â
You start with candles, finding a box of matches at your bedside. You light every candelabra you can find. The room, the castle, seems so perpetually⊠black- like it soaks up every ray of light it touches. Even when youâve finished it doesnât feel like enough. You make a note to ask Thomas for more in the morning.Â
You find a meal, carefully prepared and preserved, on a table near your dresser. Judging by the fact that itâs still warm, you conclude that it canât be much past mid-evening. You originally intend to pick at the food as you unpack, but one bite has your mouth watering. It is the most delicious thing to ever touch your lips, complete with dessert waiting on the side. You clean your plate before moving onto your bags.Â
You lay your clothes out on the bed. A few dresses, riding pants, undergarments, an assortment of ribbons and bows. At one time these items had been the finest things you owned- now you owned a castle.Â
You find an armoire that looks like a master sculptor carved its edges and grab a dress, intending to hang it. Instead, your dress hits the floor when you part the doors to find the hangers already full. Your lips part. Luxury dresses of silk and satin line the rack, fading into some that appear more casual outfits of cotton and linen. You stretch a hand out, curious and utterly⊠amazed. To think your new husband had gone to all the effort⊠Your hand brushes purple silk and-Â
âDo you like them?âÂ
You screech, jumping to face the voice at your back. It takes a moment for your eyes to find him, leaning casually against one post of your bed. Your breath is stolen for a second time. Snow white hair, piercingly blue eyes, pale soft skin⊠you know who he is even without looking at his dress, at the air of authority he claims. Heâs your husband⊠and he is the most devastatingly beautiful thing youâve ever seen.Â
He laughs, then, and itâs a warmer sound than youâd thought it would be- rich and full. A sound that seeps into your bones and settles in your soul.Â
âSorry. Didnât mean to scare you,â he says, but the twinkle in his eyes makes you think that perhaps thatâs a lie.Â
Your heart pounds and your eyes flash to the door. Itâs shut. You didnât hear it open, nor did you hear it close behind him. You also didnât hear footsteps, didnât hear breaths, didnât hear him.Â
He follows your gaze and laughs again, though it sounds a bit⊠strained?Â
âI have a habit of being unintentionally lightfooted. I apologize.âÂ
Your heart is still pounding but you find it in yourself to have some decorum. You snap your jaw shut and bow your head slightly in respect. âYou must be Lord Gojo. Forgive me for my insolence.âÂ
Thereâs a beat, and then footstepsâ ones you actually hear this time. You clench your jaw when he stops before you and then nearly gasp when he takes your hand and brings it to his lips.Â
âSatoru, please,â he winks and you think you might stop breathing. âI am your husband after all.âÂ
You force yourself to nod, to swallow, to act normal. But how can you in the presence of a man that looks like⊠that? Thereâs something too unreal about him, too perfect. Itâs almost⊠unsettling.Â
âOf course⊠Satoru.âÂ
He straightens and shows you a close-lipped smile that digs a dimple into his left cheek. You have to look away to avoid stumbling over your own feet.Â
âSo, do you like them?â Your brows furrow- âThe dresses,â he clarifies.Â
âO-oh.â Your features relax into an easy smile. You turn back to your armoire, running a hand along another gown. You donât think youâve ever touched something so⊠finely made. âI like them very much. I donât know how to thank you.âÂ
Thereâs a little chuckle as you turn to face him again and you have to steel yourself before you meet his eyes. Heâs mesmerizing, too mesmerizing. You think you could probably lose yourself in those eyes foreverâŠÂ
âNo need to thank me. If they donât fit, weâll call for the seamstress in the morning.âÂ
You nod softly, still lost to the situation. Thereâs a beat of silence in which your husband does nothing but⊠look at you. His eyes roam freely and the hair on your arms stands under his gaze. He traces the lines of your nose and jaw and lingers on your pulse. Can he see just how fast your heart is pounding?
âDid you⊠get dinner?â Itâs a stupid question, you know, but you donât think you can bear another second of that look heâs giving you. âI fell asleep and found a plate. I hope I didnât prevent a proper mealâŠâ You trail off. Perhaps you shouldnât have pointed out your own shortcoming?Â
He gives you another smile and you swear he inches just a little closer. âYou did no such thing. Iâm⊠perfectly satisfied.âÂ
You nod, glad that he doesnât seem upset at the very least. Your lips press together, unsure of what to do or say. Youâve never had a husband before. Wasnât he supposed to just sort of⊠put you on the bed and⊠do it?
Your eyes flit to said bed and your husband must see because he hurries to continue.Â
âWell, Iâll see you in the morning then, hm?â His eyes flit to your armoire and back again. âWear the blue dress with the lace to breakfast, yeah? Been dying to see it on you.â He chuckles like heâs just told some sort of amusing joke.
Your brows furrow. That was⊠not the topic youâd been expecting. âYouâre notâŠâ You feel your cheeks heat and tighten your jaw. âNot staying the night?âÂ
His lashes lower a fraction and those eyes pierce you again. You donât think you could move even if you wanted to, even with him prowling closer, each step eating up the space between you. He doesnât stop until youâre nose to nose and you can feel his breath fanning over your cheeks. Itâs cold somehow, chilling, and you shiver. He smirks.Â
âNot tonight.âÂ
His head dips and for a moment you think heâs going to kiss you, but then heâs bypassing your mouth altogether and- his lips connect to your pulse. His mouth is cool, just like his breath, and you shiver uncontrollably under his touch.Â
His touch is just a fleeting moment, just a wrinkle in time, and then heâs gone. His footsteps are quiet brushes on the hardwood and the creak of the door even seems tamed in his presence.Â
âGoodnight,â is all he says, and then heâs gone.Â
You climb into your bed an hour later wondering what in the world just happened.Â
~Â Â
You do wear the blue dress to breakfast and you can only gape in the mirror when you realize that it fits perfectly. It has you second-guessing yourself. Had you sent your measurements in advance and forgotten about it? No, youâd only sent a handful of pieces of information to the Lord prior to your marriage and you remembered all of them very clearly. Everything had gone through a messenger, everything had been clear and directâ you would have remembered sending your measurementsâ you didnât. So had he just⊠guessed?Â
That seemed impossible with how everything fit you like a glove, but it was the only explanation you had. The only one that made sense.Â
When you join Satoru for breakfast itâs in a sitting room as lavishly decorated as the rest of the castle, but perhaps organized to be a bit more⊠liveable. He has no plate in front of him, only a tin cup that hides the contents of whatever heâs drinking. You assume coffee or juice. Perhaps heâs just not a breakfast person.Â
âIt fits!â he says. His hands clasp together in front of him and he smiles again, dimples and all.Â
You nod and fight the heat that bubbles beneath your cheeks as you take your seat. âYes, perfectly.â
A plate is set before you and a glance up reveals itâs Thomas serving your breakfast. You smile, hoping for some acknowledgement from him, for a small piece of comfort. Instead, you get his averted gaze and quick retreat. Your brows furrow, but before you can say anything, Satoru is back to speaking.Â
âI hope Thomas treated you well yesterday?âÂ
You glance up, but Satoruâs eyes arenât on you, theyâre on your footman. His smile is bright, but itâs anything but friendly. You fight a shiver.Â
You glance at Thomas. Heâs perfectly still, perfectly straight, but you think you see a muscle clench in his jaw. You clear your throat. âY-Yes. Thomas was very helpful.â When Satoru keeps staring the boy down you add, â-and very respectful.âÂ
That seems to satisfy. Satoru breaks his stare and some of the tension in the air instantly eases. He shoots you another dimpled smile, this one with a little more warmth. âPerfect.âÂ
Thereâs a beat and then heâs standing, draining whatever he has in his cup and then straightening his jacket. âWell, I have some work to do. Iâll see you for dinner?â Heâs grinning again, like itâs so normal for a man to abandon his bride on their wedding night and then again the morning after. All you can do is nod. He chuckles. âSee you then, princess.â And then heâs gone.
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If this is to be your life you don't know how you will survive it. You spend the day milling about. Through the gardens, through the castle, through the stables. Thomas is never far behind, but any attempt at conversation is nipped in the bud by hit shortness. Itâs like he fears coming too close. Heâs never closer than a couple paces except when he has to bring you something, only to retreat again as soon as possible. The other servants barely pay you any mind apart from giving you a respectful greeting and then immediately averting their eyes. There is no work to be done, no guests to be had, no parties to plan⊠and no Satoru. You donât see your husband once on tour around the grounds. You ask Thomas where his office is only for him to vaguely point out a window in the east tower. You donât see so much as a ripple in the curtains.Â
Dinner comes around at the pace of a snail. When itâs finally time to get dressed a ladyâs maid whose name you donât even catch arrives to help you lace your dress. As soon as your corset is deemed tight enough sheâs back out the door with a curtsy. Thomas leads you to the dining room and your eyes roam the whole way. Even after having spent the whole day exploring, there are halls and corridors that youâve yet to step foot in.Â
The dining room is just as gorgeous as the rest of the placeâ filled with singular items that could feed entire families for years. Somehow, you think youâve already grown accustomed to such things, since the only thing you truly care to look at is your husband. Satoruâs already seated, but he stands when you enter, looping around the table to pull a chair out for you.Â
You give him your most genuine smile, accepting a kiss to your knuckles in greeting before you settle. âHow was your day?â you ask as he takes his seat again.Â
He chuckles. âPerfectly fine. And how was yours, princess?â Your nose crinkles. Thatâs the second time heâs called you that. Something about it feels wrong. Youâre still getting used to being a lady. Princess feels even worse.Â
âIt was⊠good.â
You watch a perfect white brow arch in the candlelight. âOh? Just good?â You donât miss the way his eyes flicker to the cornerâ to Thomas.Â
You hurry to elaborate. âWell, I justâ I canât help but feel as if thereâs not much⊠use for me.â Servants flood in, some carrying wine, others carrying trays that hold more food than the both of you could ever possibly consume.Â
That brow arches impossibly higher. âUse?â His lips crack into that smile again, but itâs tight this time. Too tight. âYou have no use. You only enjoy yourself. Surely Thomas has told you that.âÂ
A plate of steaming food plops in front of you. Even its heavenly smell canât quell the sudden dread in your gut. âOf course! Of course he did.â Your stomach twists and you decide that perhaps now is not the time to press the subject. âIâll just⊠Iâll try riding tomorrow.â You hate riding, but itâs the first thing that comes to mind.Â
Satoruâs smile thaws into something less menacing. âIâm sure youâll enjoy that.âÂ
You nod eagerly. âIâm sure I will.âÂ
You grab your fork, eager for a new subject. From what you can tell, dinner is roast chicken and vegetables, though itâs the luxury version as everything seems to be. The spices are intoxicating and the green beans are even arranged in a pretty little pattern that makes them look too good to eat. You do anyway. The first bite nearly makes you moan, but you chew slowly, delicately, trying not to let your upbringing show.
Itâs not until several bites later that you realize youâre the only one eating. A quick glance reveals your husband has no platter, no chicken or green beans. Heâs only⊠watching you. You clear your throat, dabbing at your lips with a napkin.Â
âYouâre not⊠eating?â
That permanent smile grows a little wider and you canât help but feel as if thereâs something⊠menacing about it. âAte before I came.âÂ
Your brows furrow. âOh. Were you on the road?âÂ
You think you see something wild flash in his eyes. âNo.âÂ
The rest of dinner passes slowly, almost painfully. Satoru doesnât eat a bite, doesnât even look enticed. You wonder how thatâs possible when it smells like a spice bomb went off in the dining room.Â
By the time youâve cleared your plate youâve discussed everything from the number of horses in the stables to kinds of crops grown on the estate. Itâs comforting to know a little more about your new home, but itâs not enough.Â
âIs there a library?â you ask. Youâre on dessert now. Itâs the best chocolate cake youâve ever had and it takes everything in you to hold back a moan each time it touches your tongue.Â
âOf course.â Your husbandâs eyes flicker to Thomas again and youâre honestly starting to fear for the poor footmanâs life. Everytime you ask a question itâs like Satoru is angry it hasnât already been answered. âItâs yours to use as you please.âÂ
You smile lightly. âPerfect. Thank you.âÂ
He softens a bit at that. âIs there anything specific you wanted to read about?âÂ
You shrug. âThe estate, I suppose. I should know my homeâs history, no?â
His eyes get that wild look again, that sparkle that you know speaks to nothing good. âOh, absolutely. I have some personal favorites to recommend. Iâll leave them aside for you?âÂ
You swallow and give him a shallow nod. âThat would be perfect. Thank you.âÂ
He chuckles. âMy pleasure.âÂ
When dessert is finally over, you stand slowly. Satoruâs not far behind you, saying heâll walk you to your room. Your heart leaps at his words. Will he stay with you tonight?Â
He offers you his arm in the hall and your mouth runs dry when you feel the corded muscle beneath his jacket. By the time you reach your room, youâre thinking of tugging him in behind you. His denial to stay with you last night was not only confusing, but⊠off putting. Nearly offensive. Did he not like how you looked? Did he think something was wrong with you?Â
You muster all the courage you possess and force your lips apart. âWill you stay with me tonight?âÂ
His eyes spark again and you hold your breath. He presses closer. This is it, you think. His lips hover over yours, eyes glimmering in the candlelight. And then he dips his head, his mouth pressing to your pulse.Â
âNot tonight,â he whispersâ and then heâs gone.Â
~
You wake suddenly. Itâs the middle of the night, you gather. The light streaming through the window is weak enough to only be that of the moon.Â
Your heart is pounding and your skin is slick with sweat despite the chill in your bones. A nightmare, you think. It must have been a nightmare.Â
As you settle back into your sheets you swear you see a ripple in the darkness. You close your eyes. If your nightmare is real, youâd rather not see it coming.
~
The library is huge. Itâs sprawling and smells of paper and leather and everytime Thomas lights a candle you flinch at the idea that one misplaced spark could end thousands of years of knowledge.Â
The books Satoru left you are⊠perfect. Just what you were looking for. Theyâre all comprehensive volumes of the history of the estate, many of which reference each other. Youâre stunned to see that several are written by very well-known authors of both the past and the present. You knew the Gojo familyâs influence reached far, but not that far. You peruse the titles. The Gojos: A History, A History of the Gojo Crest, History of the Gojo Castle, Revisiting the Gojo Family: A Comprehensive History. Altogether you have well over a few thousand pages of informationâ but thereâs one book that doesnât fit with the rest. Itâs relatively unassuming. A black cover with some sort of gold rune etched onto its front. When you flip to the title page it reads âCreatures of Myth and Where To Find Themâ. Your brows furrow. You slide it to the sideâ must have gotten mixed in with the others, you think.
~
You ask Thomas to bring the books to your room. He does. Very respectfully. He sets them on your bedside table and then retreats like a kicked puppy with only a polite goodbye. You sigh. His behavior has only gotten stranger in the past few days. You think the servantsâ coldness must have something to do with Satoru, but you canât figure out why. Had he ordered them to stay away? Why would he?Â
You decide itâs a question for another day and dive into your books. You spend hours, days, reading every chapter, page, and word. The pure amount of information is dizzying. Apparently this specific estate had been in the hands of the Gojo family since the eighth century (with several razings and consequential rebuilds). You also learn that Satoru was not only the most wealthy lord on the continent, but the most wealthy man. Even wealthier than the king apparently, though that fact was kept fairly under wraps to protect the crownâs ego. The estimates of your husbandâs net worth made your head spin.
Satoru joins you for breakfast and dinner every day. You never see him eat a morsel. Itâs⊠unsettling to say the least. Itâs always just that tin cup, filled with something you could never quite see. You develop a pattern of waking in the night, too, with the overwhelming sense that something is watching you. Sometimes you could swear you feel the bed shift as you jerk awake. Each time you simply close your eyes and try your best to slow your heart, convinced your mind is playing tricks on you.Â
Your days feel a little more productive with a book in your hands, but youâve read them all three times over by the time a fortnight has passed. You find yourself packing them up to return to Thomas when a certain black cover catches your attention. You grab it from the pile and settle back into your seat. Youâve nothing better to do, right?Â
You flip back the cover, revealing a familiar title. âCreatures of Myth and Where to Find Themâ. You donât recognize the authorâs name. A quick scroll through the table of contents reveals nothing particularly interesting, but you pick a random chapter on ghouls and decide to start there.Â
Itâs fascinating. Nothing about the style is boring and the words fly by. Your silly little myth book is a page turner. By the time you notice the light has started dying youâve read about ghosts, fairies, werewolves, and goblinsâ all of which have been a delightful little read. A glance at the clock reveals you have a half hour before dinner. One more chapter, you think. Your eyes skim the title. âVampires [Vampyr]â.Â
You skim the first paragraphs until your eyes settle on a line that catches your eye.Â
âContrary to popular belief, vampires are not always crazed blood-hungry monsters. Many live among humans quite comfortably and are able to avoid detection with a little well-placed effort.âÂ
You purse your lips. What a⊠terrifying thought. You skim a little further.Â
âA vampireâs key characteristic is, of course, their desire and need to drink human blood as sustenance. However, a vampire can be spotted sooner if one is able to recognize their subtler traits. Vampires often have skin lacking any sort of flush. The lack of blood in their veins results in a sickly pallor, even after the most rigorous exercise. Their skin is also noticeably cold to the touch. At best, a vampireâs body will reach room temperature. Vampires can also be noted for their preternatural beauty. They will stand out as the most attractive person in any crowd. Finally, a vampire will have fangs. If one wishes to identify a vampire, one only needs a good look at their teethâ.
A chill settles over your skin. You flip ahead a few pages.Â
âVampires are unable to consume typical human food. Should they attempt to, their bodies will immediately reject any and all foreign substances.âÂ
Your stomach drops. You donât want to think about why. You skip the rest of the paragraph.Â
âVampires possess several supernatural abilities that set them apart as a humanâs predator rather than their equal. Vampires are known to move unnaturally fast and are notably light footed. If a vampire does not wish to be heard, they will not be. A vampireâs strength is inhuman, well over ten times that of the average man. They also have a penchant for darkness, an ability to hide away in the shadows that cannot be explained. Oftentimes they will seem to appear from thin air.â
You skip ahead again.
âVampires have been known to take mates. Mates usually come in the form of another vampire, but in some cases a human has been chosen. Vampires are fiercely protective of their mates, bordering on obsession. Any person deemed a threat to their bond or their mateâs safety is usually disposed of quickly. Oftentimes, vampires make these decisions with haste, with little regard for whether or not the threat was real. A vampire will do everything in their power to please their mate, but have been known to forcibly restrain their mates in situations of unrequited feelings. Above all else, vampires wish to possess their mates. Two bonded vampires will sometimes spiral into gloriously destructive fits in their endless desire to protect and possess one another. A vampire bonded to a human will show an increasingly protective nature, often isolating their mate from others.â
Your heart pounds. A bead of sweat rolls down your back. You flip the pages, desperateâ desperate for a piece of information that will save you from the thoughts spilling in your mind, from the thoughts you will do anything not to believe. You reach the âWhere to Find Themâ subsection and nearly gasp with relief. Surely, vampires do not pose as wealthy lords of Europe?Â
âVampires can be found everywhere. They do not exist in only one country or continent, but all over the world. Odds are that you have faced at least one vampire in your life, unknowingly or not. Some vampires choose to live solitary lives, surviving in the wilderness where human society will not attempt to tame their wild nature. Others choose to live among humans, some even existing in positions of very high authority.âÂ
No, no, no. This canât be happening to you. It canât be real. Youâre dreaming, youâre having one of those nightmares again. Youâre going to wake up any second.Â
âOne tale recounts a razing of the Gojo estate in the 12th century.âÂ
Youâre panting, hyperventilating. This isnât happening.Â
âSoldiers of the enemy force recounted a singular man, the son and heir of the then Lord Gojo, taking out a minimum of 800 men. He was described as having his familyâs characteristic white hair as well as blue eyes. Eyewitness accounts depict the Gojo heir as covered in blood and killing savagely and with inhuman strength.âÂ
No, no, no.Â
â(See next page for only existing portrait)â
Your fingers tremble but you canât stop them. Thereâs no way. Itâs not possible.Â
You flip the page and Satoru stares back at you.Â
Knock! Knock! Knock!
You nearly scream. Your door rattles angrily, but youâre not sure you can answer it, not with the knowledge flooding your mind. The knocking continues. You run your hand over your face and smooth down your hair. You feel frazzled, dirty, despite not having moved from your chair all day. Another knock prompts you to set your book aside and stand. You do your best to compose yourself, to put on a straight face. You fail instantly when you pull back the door not to reveal your faithful attendant, not Thomas, but Satoru.Â
You bite back a shriek and instead force a smile. Youâre suddenly very aware of the blood pounding in you veins and of the fact that he most likely knows.Â
âHello,â he says, but his voice is lower than usually, more intense.Â
You force a breath into your lungs. âHello,â you answer, but it sounds more like a squeak than a greeting.Â
Something flashes in his eyes, something familiar, something that is no longer interesting but rather terrifying. âAre you alright? You seem a little⊠flushed.â The concern on his face feels anything but genuine.Â
âIâm fine,â you answer, but even you can tell that reply too quickly, too eagerly. You rush to cover it up. âIs it time for dinner? Whereâs Thomas?âÂ
His lip twitches and you see a muscle in his jaw flex. âThomas has⊠left us.âÂ
No. This wasnât happening to you. There was no way this was happening to you.Â
âHe⊠what?â Thereâs an unmistakable wobble in your voice that only causes Satoruâs face to fall further.Â
âItâs no matter. Heâs gone. Now itâs just you and me, hm?â He chuckles and the sound rattles your bones. âIn fact, I was thinking Iâd cut down on the number of servants we have entirelyâŠâÂ
You mind races with the memory of knowledge you wish you didnât have. âVampires are fiercely protective of their mates, bordering on obsession. Any person deemed a threat to their bond or their mateâs safety is usually disposed of quickly.â
You nearly stumble, but lean against the doorframe just in time. Your husband had disposed of a man, all because he brought you meals and books?
âWhat have you been up to today, princess?â The question breaks your trance just in time for you to see your husbandâs eyes flicker behind you.Â
You wet your lips. âJust some reading.â You plead that he doesnât ask anything further. He does.Â
âAbout the estate?â he asks.Â
You nod and try to swallow the lump in your throat. âYes.â
His smile returns and this time itâs not forced. âYou got my books, then?âÂ
You try smiling back, but youâre fairly sure it looks more like a grimace. âYes.â
âAnything interesting?â he presses.
This isnât happening. This canât be happening. Does he know? Does he know that you know? âYes, of course. Lots.âÂ
He pauses and you see the debate and then the decision in his eyes. You think itâs the first time youâve felt true terror when he meets your gaze again. âI think we should skip dinner tonight. It seems we have so much to discuss.â
You donât even have the wherewithal to scream when he steps into you, forcing you back until heâs shutting your door behind him. He doesnât stop there, though. He keeps pressing, keeps pushing until your knees hit the bed and youâre falling to the mattress. He crawls right after you.
âWho knew my little wife was such a reader? All those books in such a short time⊠You must be simply spilling with information.âÂ
You retreat across the mattress, squeaking when your back hits the headboard and his arms cage your waist. Youâre trapped.
His hands find your hips and youâre all too aware of how cool his touch is. Even more so when he pulls you right into his lap.
âSatoru-â your voice is pitiful, breathless, and youâre ashamed to say itâs not just from the fear in your gut. Heâs never been this close before, never touched you, held you like this. âThomas-âÂ
âDonât speak his name.â His face pulls into the first scowl youâve ever seen and the sight is enough to root you to the spot. Never have you seen anything more frightening. A creature so beautiful, so perfectly angelic, filled with an insurmountable rage. Itâs wrong. âHeâs gone. Heâll never bother you again.â Heâs closer now, his breath skating over your skin. Itâs cool and now you know the reason why.Â
You shake and tremble and you knowâ Thomas is dead. Your husband killed himâ killed him for getting too close when all he did was stay at a distance. Satoru killed him. Killed him.Â
He buries himself in your neck, his voice a near whine. âThought I could put up with it, just so youâd have someone to take care of youâŠâ He groans. âI was so wrong, princess. Couldnât stand it. Couldnât stand the way you smelled more like him than meâŠâÂ
You feel him melt against you then, relief washing over his body in a wave. âBut heâs gone. And now itâs just you and me, hm? Just you and meâŠâ He hums, like remembering that fact is all heâs ever needed.
Heâs kissing your pulse again, now, and your heart is racing faster than ever. Your fingers curl into his shoulders. You should push him away, away, away. Heâs a killer, of thousands no doubt. Youâve never felt at home here, never felt like you belonged. This is why. Youâre not even the same species. Heâs something else, something your hands were never meant to touch.Â
Your mind screams at you to do go, to shove and kick at him and leave this place behind. Go, go, go your gut says⊠but you donât. You canât. Itâs too⊠good. The feeling of his cool lips against your skin, of what youâre sure is his tongue prodding at your pulse⊠itâs intoxicating. He is intoxicating. How could anyone blame you for wanting more of someone, something, so divine?Â
âHave you figured it out yet, love?â Your breath hitches and he chuckles, licking a long stripe up your neck, before he settles back at your pulse. Always your pulse. âI can feel those little gears turning. Tell me, what have they discovered?âÂ
He knows you know. But heâs going to make you say it. You swallow and feel his grip on you tighten. âYouâreâŠâ Your breaths come faster. You canât. Not aloud. Aloud makes it too⊠real.Â
âYessss?â he prods. Heâs licking at you again, all the way across your throat to find your other pulse-point.Â
âYouâre notâŠâ Something sharps nicks at your skin and you bite your lip to hold back a whimper.Â
âGo on, princess.â You think heâs just smelling you now, just burying his face as close to you as possible and taking you in.Â
You close your eyes tightly, holding back tears. âNot human,â you breathe. A piece of you breaks with the admission.
He huffs a little laugh against your skin and pulls back to look you in the eye. âThatâs good,â he purrs. âBut I think you can be a little more specific, no?â His lips press to your chin, then the corner of your mouth, then down to your jaw⊠âTell me.âÂ
Your lips wobble, muscles clenching tighter with each passing moment. You donât want to say it, donât want to speak it into existence, but you also donât dare to disobey him.Â
âYouâre aâŠâ You shake and tremble. He draws a line up your neck with the tip of his nose.
âMhm?âÂ
You open your eyes, thinking this might be the last time you see. âVampire.âÂ
He chuckles and you feel his teeth press to the skin of your neck. âThatâs right, princess. So smart.âÂ
He smiles and you suddenly realize youâve never seen his teeth before. Everytime he smiles at you itâs close-lipped and dimpled. But this⊠this is the smile of a predatorâ all white and pointy and fitted with a set of menacingly long fangs. You sob at the sight.Â
âShhhhh,â he coos. He has your chin in his hand, forcing you to truly look at him, to see him for what he is. âI wonât hurt you, love.â You want to believe him so badly it burns, but his laugh washes away any fire and turns it to ice. âNot unless you want me to.â He wiggles a brow like itâs just a little joke, like heâs not an actual fucking vampire that had his fangs over your neck just moments ago.Â
âSatoru,â you beg. Youâre not sure what youâre begging for. Release maybe? But, no, thatâs not right. You donât want him to let you go, not when you finally have him close after all this time. âWhy did you pick me?âÂ
The question slips out. You hadnât even been thinking about it, hadnât even noticed it scratching at the walls of your mind, but it made its way out nonetheless.
His brow creases, but not in confusion. Moreso in⊠thoughtfulness. âDo you think about that a lot, princess?âÂ
You nod and you suddenly want him closer, want him to touch you everywhere, hold you like his life depends on it. You want him, no matter how horrible it might be.Â
He nods and hums, kissing the tip of your nose lightly. âWellâŠâ he says. His thumb swipes over your lips when he leans in to whisper in your ear. âAt first I wanted you for this.â His head dips to your neck again and you feel the familiar brush of his lips against your throat. âYou smellâŠïżœïżœ he chuckles. âLike heaven. Which is a place Iâll never get to on my own, so I had to bring my own little slice home, no?â He laughs again, a little louder this time, genuinely amused. âWent into town one day and caught your scent on the street. At first I thought I must be walking past the bakery, but, lo and behold, there was no baker in sight.â Heâs still kissing at your pulse, worshiping it. âWent crazy, princess. Didnât think I was going to be able to contain myself when I found you. Thought it might be quite the scene.â He huffs a laugh and you shiver, somehow both terrified and intoxicated. âBut then I saw youââ he groans and something clenches deep at your center. âAnd I knew I needed more than just your blood. Needed you.â Heâs rocking into you now, and your breath catches when you feel something firm against your backside. âWent to you in that little room you slept in every night. Watched you. Couldnât stay away. Knew I had to have you.â You feel him smile against your skin. âAfter a week I couldnât take it anymore. Sent you that letter, married you. Made you mine.â He groans again. âThen I met you and you were so pretty, princess. Already knew it, but hearinâ you talk to me, look at me.â Teeth graze your pulse. âNeeded you more than ever. Almost took you right on the fucking floor in here while you were lookinâ at those dresses.â You whine when his hips roll into you again. âOh, but I knew I couldnât. Youâre so fragile, love. Had to wait, had to make you feel safe, yeah? Spent all this time forcing myself to stay away, âfraid of what I might too if I was in your presence too long. Had to control myself. Had to make you realize you could trust me.â He panting, like heâs so pent up he can hardly sit still. âDo you trust me, princess?âÂ
Your brows scrunch. Say no, say no, say no a part of you screams. Run, run, run. You canât. âYes,â you breathe.Â
You feel him smile again, feel the pleasure of submission. âGood girl.âÂ
Youâre on your back. It happens so fast your eyes donât even have time to gasp. You donât see Satoru, but you feel him. Everywhere. His hands are roaming your body softly, sliding under buttons and laces and popping them off. Your dress loosens with every passing moment until Satoru reappears above you, diving straight for your neck again. âSo good, princess. Letâs get you out of this dress, yeah?âÂ
You nod wordlessly, entranced. He finds your mouth as he rids you of your clothes. His tongue presses in and you flail against him, unsure of what to do, of how to handle the intrusion. The kiss is heavy, too heavy, but Satoru canât seem to stop. He devours you as he gives up on laces and buttons and simply shreds your dress down the back. You tremble when the cold air hits your skin, when his cool fingers dust your collarbone.Â
âI always forget how many damn layers they make you ladies wear,â he chuckles. His hands run beneath your shift, up across your bare thigh. You gasp at the touch. No one has even been so close to you before. You feel the threads of your corset snapping away, feel your breaths growing deeper. You tremble when he pulls your sleeve down past your shoulder and runs his mouth along the newly exposed skin.Â
âSatoru,â you gasp, and your hand pulls at his flowing white shirt.Â
He chuckles, pulling back just enough to see your face. âYou wanna see me too?â You nod, lips parted and eyes glassy, and he laughs again. He lips dust over the corner of your mouth. âAlright.âÂ
His hands shift from you to himself, working at the laces on his chest. His movements are speedy, practiced, like heâs been lacing and unlacing shirts for hundreds of years. Your throat tightens when you realize that he has.Â
You gasp when he reveals himself, when his shirt slides away to reveal an expanse of pale skin and carved muscle. Youâve never seen a man like this and seeing one this close up for the first time is nearly blinding. Heâs art, you think- nothing less.Â
âTouch me, princess,â he says. You canât. You shouldnât. Heâs too beautiful, too perfect to be beneath your insignificant hands. âNeed a little help?â he asks, and thereâs a lilt in his voice that makes you sure heâs grinning.Â
His hands find yours and bring them to his chest, running your palms over his collarbones, his pecs, down, down, down across his abs that you can feel each and every one⊠You whimper, watching your own fingers grope his skin. He pulls you lower, lower, lower, and you gasp when your fingertips brush the waistband of his pants. But then heâs laughing again and heâs throwing your arms over his shoulders and pulling you closer, kissing your neck like it pained him to be parted from your pulse for so long.Â
âNot so fast,â he says, like he wasnât the one nearly stuffing your hands down his pants. His hands are on your corset again. You can feel it dangling onto you by a thread, literally. All he needs is a couple more pulls and youâll be bare. By the look he gives you, you can tell heâsÂ
thinking the same thing. âYou touch me, now I touch you, yeah?â Thereâs a tug and a tear and then so much⊠cold. Youâve never realized how cold this castle is, not until youâre exposed to its elements fully. Youâre naked.Â
Satoru sits back on his knees and just watches. His gaze is searing, burning, despite the iciness of his being. Itâs too much. Your hands move to cover yourself, to maintain some modicum of your dignity-Â
âNo.â Strong hands find your wrists and pry them apart. âLet me see you,â he says. His tongue darts out to lick his lips.Â
Your jaw clenches and your frame shakes, but you do as he asks, letting your hands fall limply at your sides. Thereâs silence for many more moments and it seems to go on so long that you can only squeeze your eyes shut under his gaze. Surely he will turn you away now, get up and leave, tell you this was a mistake, tell you that youâreâÂ
âBeautiful,â he breathes. Your eyes snap open to find him already staring at you. âBeautiful,â he says again, and then heâs on you, lips at your pulse, hands on your skin. His touch is cool and you squeak at the chill that runs up your spine. Youâre not sure itâs entirely from his temperature.Â
His mouth seeks yours and he devours you. You feel as if heâs sucking your soul out through your lips. âTell me youâve never done this before,â he begs. âTell me Iâm the first to touch you.âÂ
You whine against his mouth, both aching for more and overwhelmed by what heâs already giving you. âY-Youâre the first,â you whisper.Â
His groan is deep, primal. It rattles through your chest and you whimper when his hands dig into your waist hard enough to bruise. âYes,â he breathes, and you shiver again. âLie back, princess.â Your eyes widen, with anticipation or fear youâre not sure. Probably both. He chuckles. âDonât worry. Iâll be gentle.âÂ
You pray he means that. âJust relax, love. Here, hold my hand.â His fingers find yours, twining them together. When you swallow, his eyes follow the bob of your throat. He leans back again and your body twitches when his free hand skims the skin of your thighs. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he finds your knees and you gasp when he parts your legs, revealing you so completely to his gaze. The way he stares, like heâs committing you to memory, itâs nearly enough to make you snap your thighs shut, but a squeeze from his hand reminds you to relax, to trust.Â
His palm skates up your thigh and settles near your hip, his fingertips inching closer to where you can feel an embarrassing throb.Â
âTell me, love. Have you ever touched yourself here?â His fingers dust low on your tummy- just low enough for you to catch his meaning, but not low enough to give you any relief. Your face heats and your teeth dig into the flesh of your cheek. You have, you have touched yourself there, but itâs the last thing you want to admit to your new husband. Itâs shameful, itâs dirty, itâs- âDonât think Iâll judge you, princess. Just wanna know.âÂ
You gulp down a breath. You should come clean. âY-yes,â you stutter, and the sound of your voice so weak and helpless only makes you flush further.Â
He chuckles and squeezes your hand again. âOn the outside or the inside?âÂ
Your eyes widen. I-inside? Youâd never considered that⊠âJ-just the outside,â you answer.Â
Your eyes grow even wider when his head rolls back and he moans straight up to the ceiling like your answer is heaven-sent. When he looks back to you his fangs are on full display. âWell, I think you and I are in for a little treat today, hm?âÂ
Your brow furrows and your lips part to ask him what he meansâ his fingers travel those last few inches down your tummy and find your clit. You squeak and jolt so violently that he presses a hand to your hip, holding you to the mattress. âSomebodyâs sensitive,â he chuckles. He holds you still for a moment and then lets your hips go free. âTry to stay still. I promise itâll feel good.â
You nod hopelessly, but this time youâre prepared for when he touches you again. Your muscles clench at the first touch, at the foreign sensation of a touch down there that wasnât your own. But then itâs more. Itâs languid, slow circles around a spot that youâve never been able to pinpoint so well on your own. Itâs heat building in your tummy that seeps through every vein and into every pore. Itâs relaxation that youâve never known, that has you melting into the mattress despite the chill of the touch.Â
Thereâs a little huff of a laugh and then his voice. âGood girl. Feels nice, yeah?â You nod hesitantly and squeeze desperately at his hand, searching for an anchor. His head cocks to the side and you watch the smile slide across his lips. âItâs about to feel even nicer.âÂ
By the time you realize what heâs doing itâs far too late to stop him. His mouth closes around your cunt and you yelp, trying to wiggle away from the overwhelming sensation- but heâs got his freehand on your hip again and his grip is bruising, punishing, as he holds you in place. He licks a stripe through your folds and you find yourself jolting again, uselessly so against the pressure of his palm on your hip. âStop that, princess.â Your heart drops at the admonishment until you feel his guiding touch. âRock into me like this.â His hand rocks your hips into his mouth and the pressure of his tongue against your clit is so delicious that you whimper. âGood girl,â he says and your heart rises right back up. âKeep doing that, now.â You donât dare defy him. You rock like he showed you, a little jerkily at first, and then you find a rhythm that has you seeing stars. âThatâs it, love,â he says, and the sound is muffled against your cunt. âHere, put your hand in my hair.â He finds your wrist and guides you forward until your fingers are tangling in those snowy locks. Theyâre even softer than youâd imagined. âGood girl,â he whispers and suddenly heâs taking one last long lick and lifting his head to meet your eyes. ââM gonna put my fingers in you now, princess.â Your chin wobbles. âIt might hurt a little bit, but stay still, okay?â You canât do anything but nod.Â
His eyes return to your cunt and you can feel him prodding at your entrance, circling the hole as you clench in anticipation. âRelaaaaaax, love,â he says and you nod. A deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouthâÂ
You feel the exact moment he pushes into you and a whine of pain rips from your throat. Your walls clamp down like a vice, angry at the intrusionâ but itâs already too late. Thereâs a beat of silence, of anticipation, and then heâsâ laughing?Â
Your brows furrow when you hear it, your head lifting to a sight that locks your limbs in shock. Satoruâs hand is lifted in front of his face, his pointer finger coated inâ blood, you realize. Your blood. And heâs a fucking vampire.Â
âOh princess,â he coos, and the manic look in his eyes makes you tremble. âYou really are perfect.âÂ
Things seem to slow as you watch him take his blood covered finger into his mouth. Youâre sure youâve never seen an expression more blissful, more lost to sensation. His eyes roll back and his body shivers, like heâs ascending to some higher plane. Maybe he is.Â
When he pulls his finger from his mouth itâs completely licked clean. You hold your breath. Heâs going to go for your neck now, right? Heâs had a taste and now heâll want more of it, all of it?
âFuck,â is all he says. His mouth is back on your cunt so fast you donât even see him move.Â
Your mouth falls wide. It hurts, the way he is so desperately licking at you. You feel his finger again, pressing in, in, in, only to pull back and suddenly be joined by another. The stretch tears at you. You thrash and jolt, but Satoru doesnât bother telling you to stop this time. His arm wraps over your hips, holding you in place. He seems immune to how hard your legs squeeze at his head or your hands pull at his hair. Heâs lost. You can feel him licking, lapping, and prodding at you like youâre a fucking gold mine. Heâs lost to desperation, to the need for more, more, more. Every so often he lifts his chin and you see his mouth smudged with a mixture of your wetness and your blood. He laps at his lips like an animal, dragging his thumb across his chin and sliding it into his mouth to make sure he gets every last drop.Â
Youâre not quite sure when the ravenous pain turns to a ravenous pleasure, when it turns from terrifying to downright delicious. You donât notice your moans filling the air until Satoru joins you, groaning and whining into your cunt and telling you to keep going, to keep making those sounds. The hand you have buried in his hair doesnât fight to push him away any longer, only to pull him into those now practiced rocks of your hips. His fingers thrust deep, curling into a spot that makes you feel so good and his mouth has found your clit again. He sucks your nerves lightly between his lips, tongue swirling in little circles. Your thighs start to shake.Â
âYes. Yes. Give it to me.âÂ
âS-Satoruââ you breathe. Warmth and tightness pool in your tummy, and you recognize it as your approaching orgasm, though you know this one will be far different than any youâve ever managed to give yourself. Your body shakes and your breaths tremble and thenâ you fall over the edge, rocking your hips senselessly, losing all form of rhythm. Warmth tingles in your spine and seeps all the way down to your toes. You think you cry out, cry for your husband, cry for more, cry for less, but if you do you donât hear it. All you hear is the pounding of your pulse, of pleasure throbbing in your veins until the world slowly seeps back in through the corners of your vision.Â
Satoru is grinning. A speck of your blood clings to his chin and his fangs peek out from behind his lips. The sight makes your blood run a little colder. If any part of you doubted what he was before⊠well, there was no doubt any longer.Â
Thereâs a shift between your legs, his hips slotting between them, and youâre suddenly snapped back to reality. From the look in his eyes, youâre not done.Â
Frantic hands find his pants and he undoes each button with a quickness that is almost inhuman. You wonder if he could go even faster, if heâs holding back so as not to scare you. If he is, it isnât working very well. Fear surges in your veins right alongside anticipation.Â
âS-Satoruââ
âItâs alright, love.â His hand finds yours without his eyes ever looking up. His grip is just a little too firm, a little too cold. âJust stay still.âÂ
You whimper, but you donât think heâs paying attention to that, and soon enough, neither are you. His pants slide down just past his hips, just enough. You gasp.Â
Youâve never seen a man in the nude, never even dared to think about what it might look like, though it seemed you no longer had to guess. His hand wrapped around his shaft, giving one long and slow stroke that made his breath hiss through his fangs. The tip was flushed, angry, and leaking something that looked clear and sticky. You couldnât help but notice it was a lot thicker than a finger, or even two. If his fingers had hurtâŠ
He moves with that alarming quickness again, leaning down to hover over you, chests nearly pressed together. âGonna take you now, princess. Gonna make you mine.â His eyes bore into yours, blue and shimmering with something wild. His hand presses into the mattress beside your head. âStay still, now.â
Itâs all the warning he gives you. You feel like youâre splittingâ straight up the middle. You wail, hands flying out to claw at his back. It hurts. It hurts.Â
âSatoru, p-please! ItâsââÂ
Lips catch yoursâ hungry, feral. The kiss is not gentle, not soothing. It shuts you up, it keeps you quiet, it keeps you still as you feel him sinking further, deeper into you. Itâs too much, you try to say, but the poke of sharp teeth against your lips keeps you silent. Your hips jolt and wiggle trying desperately to escape the stretch but itâs no use. By the time heâs fully inside you, tears are streaking down your cheeks, fat and heavy. His lips break away and his eyes reappear. You shake when you see that none of the wildness has been tamed, that youâve only just begun.
âGood girl,â he coos, and a cool finger traces a line across your jaw. âTook me so well.â You hold back a sob when his hips shift a little, testing, prodding. He must see the pinch of your eyes, the twist of your mouth, because heâs quick to comfort. âJust hold my hand, princess.â His hips rock in earnest this time and you whimper, squeezing down on his hand with all your might. Youâre panting as he chuckles. âBreathe, love. Breathe. Soon youâll be begging for more,â he laughs. Itâs not long before heâs rocking into you sincerely, setting a pace that stretches you to the brink of breaking. At first itâs all you can do to grasp onto him, to bite your lips through the whimpers and hold his hand. And then itâs⊠more. Itâs heat and warmth despite the coolness of his body on yours. Itâs sensation and⊠pleasure. He laughs when the first moan slides past your lips, burying his face in your neck once again. You hear him at your ear, panting his hot breath across your skin.Â
âFeel good, princess?â You nod, letting your hips rock against his as he showed you before. It feels goodâ it feels right. He chuckles, but thereâs nothing light about the sound. âWanna feel even better?â Something sharp pokes at the skin of your neck, hard enough to make you squeak, to make you freeze at what you know he wants.Â
He pulls himself back, pressing his forehead to yours, searching your eyes with his. Something like a cruel smile dances on his mouth. âJust a taste, love. I promise it wonâ hurt.â His tongue darts out and licks across your lips, his thrusts rocking just a bit faster. âYouâll feel sâ good anâ Iâll only take a little.â He laughs again and it sends a chill through your bones. âPromise.â He sounds breathless, like heâs struggling to restrain himself. The increase of his pace makes you whine and you squeeze his hand again. He buries himself back in your neck, panting. âCome on, love. Say yes. Say yes fâ me.â Your eyes glaze over. Your body justles with each new thrust. Heâs desperate now, seeking a release that you donât think is any kind youâre familiar with. âYes, yes, yes,â he chants in your ear. Youâre not sure when his words twist in your mind, when they settle on your tongue and push past your lips, but you know it feels so right when they do.Â
âYes,â you whisper.Â
His fangs clamp around your pulse. You scream when the sting rips through you, violent and savageâ but it only lasts a moment. Pain fades to⊠ecstasy. You feel his throat bobbing with each swallow, feel your blood seeping from your skin and onto his tongue. Youâd thought it would feel slicing, draining, like the life was being sucked from you. It doesnât. It feels wonderful. Heat spreads under your skin, emanating from your neck and down to your toes. It feels like breathing for the first time, like sugar being pumped into your veins. It feels like heaven. Your hand tangles in his hair, holding him close. You donât want it to stop, not ever. You could die like this, have him suck every last drop of blood from your veins and thank him for it with your dying breath.Â
Heâs moaning now, hands curling into your hips while he fucks into you relentlessly. The pace is grueling and brutal. You know it should hurt but only feels perfect. Anything less would not be enough. Anything else would leave you wanting. You feel it building, feel that familiar twinge at your core. The ecstasy flooding through your veins has it coming faster, has you teetering on the edge in moments.Â
âSatoruâŠâ You hadnât noticed how dizzy you felt until you tried to speak. You wonder why⊠ââM gonnaâŠâÂ
He fucks you harder, something menacing and deep rumbling in his chest. The sound makes you shiver, makes you whine, makes you come.Â
Your body shakes and a cry rips from your throat, cunt clenching like a vice around him. Your eyes roll back, hands scraping trails down his back. Your thighs quake with the intensity, with the overwhelming senses of pleasure that erupt throughout your body. Every nerve is firing, every hair rising. Itâs an unstoppable current, one that sweeps you away, helpless to its pull.Â
His thrusts grow sloppy and untimed. His grip on your hips tightens, holding you in place while he makes you his. His teeth break from your neck and when you look up through blurry eyes you see his head thrown back, your blood streaming down his chin in thick little globs. You feel it when he cums, feel the thick ropes of it seeping into your womb, feel the way he keeps fucking you, pushing it deeper and deeper inside. Heâs moaning, chanting your name like a prayer at the heavens.Â
When the moment ends he slumps over you, eyes half lidded and tired. Thereâs a familiar grin on his lips, one that inspires both comfort and uneasiness in your gut. You canât help but stare at him, at the blood that stains his chin and cheeks, that reddens his lips so beautifully. You want to reach out and touch him, touch his blood-soaked skin and see what it feels like, what it tastes like. What you taste like.Â
His eyes slide to the side, finding your pulse again. You groan. Yes, you think. Please, yes. More. You donât think youâll ever get enough of that. Of his teeth in your flesh, of the euphoria flooding your veins. More, more, more, your mind chants.Â
He chuckles lightly and shakes his head. âNo, princess.â He raises a finger to trace the curve of your neck. âI took more than I should haveâŠâ His expression doesnât tense with worry. His cheeks pull into a smile, those little dimples shining through. âBut what can I say? You just taste so good.â Like he needs to emphasize his point, his tongue darts out to trace his lips, lapping up some of the remaining blood on his chin. âYou taste like mine.â
You whine. More, more, more. Itâs all you can think about. You lift an arm weakly. You want to pull him to your neck, to make him drink, to make him fill you with the heaven you had just moments ago.Â
He catches your wrist and brings it to his lips, inhaling deeply. His lips split into another grin and you see his eyes spark again with the wildness you crave.Â
âNot yet, princess.â he coos. âBut soon.â His smile grows even wider, until those fangs are on full display, until youâre trembling again. âForever,â he whispers.
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Rin Itoshi and female s/o taking each other first time
omgggggg i tried to make it romantic and sweet but i do love a slutty ass dude who's in control so apologies if this isnt exactly what u wanted hehe
warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, virgin!rin, virgin!reader, fingering, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, tit sucking, "just the tip" pfft, slight manipulation, brief condom use, premature ejaculation, creampie.
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Your heart races as you watch Rin scroll through his phone and find some music to play. He looks so serious, though thatâs nothing new. You donât dare speak, worried youâll say the wrong thing if you do. He looks up at you, briefly, offering a weak smile before looking through his phone again.
âWe donât have to do this, you know.â he tells you without even looking at you. You watch him as he starts hooking up his phone to the Bluetooth speaker in your room, and you shuffle uncomfortably on top of your bed.
âI want to⊠âm just scared.â you confess, breath shaking slightly as you exhale. âDo you still want to?â you wonder, feeling shy as you ask. Youâre sure he wouldnât be here if he didnât want to, though.
Rin doesnât do anything he has no interest in.
âYeah.â he tells you, setting his phone down before looking back at you, finally. Heâs so far away, it feels too formal. Though you assume he wants to set the pace and make sure everything is comfortable for you both before you proceed. âWe agreed,â
âI know.â you nod, recalling the moment you decided as teenagers to give each other your virginities if you hadnât lost them after you turned twenty. âJust checking.â
The concept of Rin being single, let alone a virgin, is something you canât even begin to comprehend. Youâve been best friends with him since you could talk. You remember him having no interest in you until you forced your way into playing soccer games with him and his brother. You soon gave it up once you got what you wanted, but youâve been inseparable ever since.
Girls have always thrown themselves at Rin, but he never cared. Not really. You remember him having one girlfriend and it never went anywhere. It only lasted three weeks. He told you the gory details of their sex lives, though. Only because you asked.
It didnât go past hand stuff.
âI brought condoms.â he tells you, pulling a box from his bag and setting them down on the desk heâs sitting by.
âI- Iâm on the pill.â you respond. âI heard it feels better without⊠those. But we should use them.â
âOkay, yeah.â he agrees.
â⊠but we donât have to.â
âIâll use one.â he assures you, not wanting to make you feel pressured to go raw for his benefit. Though youâre sure it would be for yours, too. âIf you want me to take it off, I can do that.â
You nod, agreeing.
âThis is soâŠâ you think, searching around the room for any inspiration of a descriptor to use. He stares at you, intently, wondering what you might say. Heâd never tell you, but heâs just as nervous as you are. Of course he has an edge of experience ahead of you, but heâs still clueless. He wants to make sure this is going to be nice for you.
Perfect, if possible.
âWhat?â
âFormal.â you shrug.
âOh, Iâm sorry.â he responds, scratching his neck as he thinks about what you told him. He looks around, feeling a little too awkward to make eye contact. âI just want to make sure everythingâs going to be okayâŠâ
âItâs fine, youâre right.â you smile, âI just thought my first time would be⊠romantic. Itâs stupid, Iâm sorry.â you shake your head, dismissing the idea.
You knew youâd end up here with him eventually. You had no intention of losing your virginity to anyone else, after all. Youâve been in love with him for years, and finding out he got a girlfriend almost killed you. It was hard hearing about how they became intimate, but you were so fucking relieved when they broke up.
He only decided to get a girlfriend because he thought you werenât interested in him, though. Youâve always been a forbidden fruit he wouldnât dare try to cross a line with. Youâre his best friend, after all. He wouldnât want the romantic feelings he has towards you to ruin that.
âItâs not stupid.â he assures you. âHere, pick some music.â he hands you his phone.
You start to scroll and realise youâre looking on a playlist he created aptly named sex playlist. It makes you giggle, but you donât comment. And you donât pay him any mind as he leaves the room while you continue searching for a song.
The boy has good taste, you soon realise.
He comes back a few minutes later with some candles from a nearby cupboard. He knows you too well. You hoard them, you always have. You get an abundance each year for Christmas and rarely use them. He starts lighting them and placing them around the room.
You finally look up as he turns the light on, the room dimly lit by the burning flames scattered around.
âIs this better? I should have gotten some rose petals or somethingâŠâ
âN-No, this is fine.â you smile, âThank you, Rinnie, this is nice.â
He clears his throat and sits beside you on your bed. You quickly hand him his phone, prompting him to lean over to place it back down on your desk.
Your heartbeat begins to increase rapidly as he faces you. You havenât even so much as kissed before, let alone what else will follow. He reaches out to caress your face, and it takes all of your willpower to not flinch.
âR-Rin⊠do you, um, d-do you watchâŠâ
âPorn? Yeah. Do you?â
His reply makes your face flush with heat and the thought of confessing your own truth makes you even hotter. You look away from him, twiddling your fingers in your lap and looking at those instead.
âI know it wonât be like that⊠itâs your first time. And mine.â he reminds you.
Heâs always been so mature. And youâre glad heâs doing all he can to put you at ease. He puts a finger under your chin, forcing you to look up at him again. You gulp, nervously, before nodding. He smirks at that.
âGood, Iâm glad,â he tells you, beautiful jade eyes flickering with flames as he stares at you. âMeans you know what you like.â he leans into you, an attempt to kiss which you immediately back away from. And you apologise, profusely, assuring him that youâre still a little nervous.
âIâ I know guys can, you know, it can be quick⊠s-so donât feel bad.â
âDonât worry about that.â he shakes his head. âIf I cum quickly, Iâll make sure you finish.â
He closes the distance between the two of you, his lips planting softly on your own. His eyes close as he loses himself to it, though you keep yours open for a little while as you process what is happening.
Youâre making out with your best friend!
Though when his large, dominating hands begin to fondle your chest, you pull away entirely.
âSorry, did I hurt you?â he wonders.
âN-No, I didnât expect you to be so confident.â you whisper, and he kisses you again, smiling into it.
Your eyes close as you allow him to continue locking lips with you. His hand entirely gropes one of your tits and his thumb casually strokes over it. Even through the layers of your crop top and bra, you find yourself mewling softly.
He smooths his hand over the curve of your waist until he reaches the bottom of your crop top. His fingers breach upwards towards your bra, roughly groping at it and the fat of your tits.
âO-Ow.â you speak, softly.
âSorry,â he whispers back, âCan I take your top off?â he asks between continuous kisses.
âUh-huh.â you nod, dumbly.
He breaks the kiss to quickly pull your crop top over your head. His lips attach to yours again almost instantly as he starts to fiddle with your bra. He stops kissing you, again, to look over your shoulder so that he can undo the clasp. You gasp when he finally unhooks it, keeping the pink material against your chest to preserve your modesty.
âCan I see?â he asks, his eyes moving between yours and your hands. You hum, nervously, but nod. He helps you pull down your straps as you keep the material held firmly against your chest. Sighing, slightly panic in your voice as you strip the material away. âFuuuuckâŠâ he mutters to himself, adjusting his hardening cock in his pants as he looks at you.
âYou should take something off.â you suggest before he can kiss you again. He immediately pulls his t-shirt over his head, tousling his hair back into place right after.
You continue to moan against his lips when he kisses you again. And they only get louder as he kisses down your neck whilst flicking his thumb over your pebbled nipple. He grunts against your skin, battling on whether he should say something to you or stay silent.
Heâd hate to ruin the mood.
âAre you hard yet?â you ask him, your shy demeanour leaving you as you lose yourself to the sensation of his hands caressing your body. âS-Should we do it?â
âWanna feel?â he asks, not waiting for an answer as he pulls your hand towards the bulge in his jeans, moaning immediately from the contact. âLook what youâve done to me.â he laughs, pulling you closer and hooking one of your legs over his own.
He scratches the back of his nails up your thigh, stopping just short of dipping under your skirt as you shiver from the touch. His eyes find yours, kissing you reassuringly.
âCan I feel you?â he wonders, and, of course, you nod. His fingers disappear under your pleated skirt, quickly cupping your panty-clad mound. He barely gasps when he comes into contact with your panties. âYouâre so wetâŠâ
âS-StopâŠâ you reply, shyly, âsâembarrassingâŠâ you tell him.
âYou need to be wet for me,â he responds, that big, logical, brain of his immediately putting you in your place. Reminding you that he is the one with a little more experience and you need to listen to him. âYouâll be so tight⊠even for a finger.â
He forces your body down, flat against the bed and flips up your skirt. The cute triangular shape of your panties makes his cock throb, and he moves them into the crease of your thigh.
âTell me if it hurtsâŠâ he requests, staring into your eyes as deft fingers come into contact with sopping flesh. He runs them through your folds, and you jolt when a finger tip grazes your clit. He moves it towards your hole, slowly teasing around it before pushing in. He stops, quickly, when you yelp. âSorry, Iâll go slower. Hold onto me.â he instructs, a hand wraps around his bicep and squeezes as he continues to plunge his longer finger deep inside.
âKiss me,â you whimper, pathetically. He drops his head so that your lips can meet again. He devours the moans and cries you emit as he curls his finger in and out of you. It feels odd, but not unpleasant. Itâs still painful but it begins to subside.
âGonna add another, okay?â he asks, and you nod. You hiss, instantly, hands flying down to pull his away. âSh, sh sh, Iâll go slow again, okay? Gotta be able to take them or we canât fuck.â
You fight back tears as the stretch begins to sting. He sinks his head lower, taking one of your hardened nipples into his mouth. Your back arches off the bed slightly, coaxing him to look up at you. And then he remembers all of articles heâs read. All of the research heâs done.
He even thinks about his teammates talking about sex.
âYou have to worship the clit.â he recalls one of them saying.
He pulls away from your tit, briefly, to line his thumb up with your clit and apply pressure. He circles it carefully, monitoring your expressions as he does. You yelp, trying to close your legs, but he opens them back up with his free hand.
âAre you gonna cum?â he wonders.
âItâs too much, Rinnie!â you gasp, skin tightening over your knuckles until they turn white as you grip the sheets. âS-Slow down, please! Sâtoo much!â you cry, unable to hold back your tears any longer.
He doesnât relent, however. Hoping the way your body trembles means youâre about to cream all over his fingers. It was an achievement he never reached with his ex without her assistance. She showed him how and where to touch to make her cum. But youâre not her. Youâre perfect.
You gasp, breathlessly, as your pussy begins to tighten around his fingers. Your clit throbs as he teases it just right and you begin to cum hard and fast for him. He kisses between the valley of your breaths, whispering sweet nothings as you reach your peak and plummet back down to earth. He slows down his ministrations as you begin to shudder and twitch from the after shocks, looking up at you adoringly when you start to calm down.
âGood?â he asks.
âVery,â you pant, laughing lightly as you find your sense again. âRinnieâŠâ you speak, your confident bravado disappearing again as you feel naked and exposed.
âYeah?â
âPromise me⊠promise youâre a virgin, tooâŠâ you say, looking up at the ceiling. You feel too needy and desperate as you speak. But that was too good for him to not know whatâs heâs doing. Heâs seriously only done that once on another girl? Itâs a little hard to believe.
âI promise. Was it really that good?â he smirks. He kisses both of your nipples softly before sucking his fingers clean of your juices. âIâve been preparing⊠reading about stuff. Asking advice. Iâve told you everything Iâve done, I swear.â
He stands up, unbuttoning his jeans and kicking off his shoes at the same time. He pulls of his jeans and underwear in the same movement, revealing his large, blushing cock.
âWe donât have to do this.â he assures you, picking up a condom from your desk and tearing the foil with his teeth. He rolls it down his length, the rubbery sheen covers the pretty pink colour of his dick. âDo you want to stop?â
âUm,â you think about it. Heâs asking as if he isnât already raring to go. You look between his erection and his intimidating stare as you think about what to say.
âWhat about just the tip?â he asks. And at that, you nod. He reaches under your skirt and pulls down your panties to ogle your drippy cunt one more time. He feels himself throb at the thought of splitting your virgin hole open on his fat cock. Heâs always known he was big, and he really doesnât want to hurt you. He can only hope his fingering was enough prep before you rob each other of your innocence for good.
He lines up his cockhead with your virgin slot as he cages you in beneath his wide frame. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to kiss you, your moan semi silenced as he pushes his tip in.
Oh God this isnât enough.
He knew heâd need more.
Just a little more.
He pushes in a bit further, and you pull your lips away from his to voice your concern.
âH-Hurts,â you tell him. âYouâre really big.â you inflate his ego further, earning another inch of his cock.
He canât help it, youâre spurring him on!
And he can only imagine how much better youâd feel wrapped around him without this stupid fucking rubber on. He stops pushing when you place your palms on his shoulders, forcing him to pull back a little. âIs it the condom, Rin? Is it t-too dry?â you wonder, batting your eyelashes up at him so innocently.
âYes.â he replies, without hesitation. âIâll take it off.â
He pulls out of you instantly. He hisses a little as he pulls at the condom too hard and it snaps back. He decides to push it up from the base of his cock, lining up with your cunt again right after.
And itâs like youâre made for him as he pushes in. He smothers any whimper you can make with a searing kiss. You feel his tongue slip into your mouth as he pushes in further and further until thereâs nothing left to give.
Youâre crying, again, not expecting to feel so much so soon.
âGod, youâre beautiful.â he praises you. He moves his hips, slowly. His cockhead unintentionally nudges against your soft spot with every rut. The blinding pleasure prevents you from telling him, once again, that it hurts and itâs too much. âI know I said just the tip, jusâ feel so good, princess.â he whispers delicately against your skin.
And, as expected, he doesnât last long.
A few pathetic strokes of his cock inside of you have him spilling thick spurts of white cream into your unprotected walls. He collapses on top of you, panting violently as he stuffs you full.
He was so backed up before this. He masturbates, of course, but not as much as the average guy. Youâve had this planned for a few weeks, now, so he decided to abstain so he could really enjoy feeling you for the first time.
âFuck, âm sorry. Should have jerked off before I came over.â
âItâs okay.â you tell him, fingers mussing through his hair as you come to terms with the fact that youâve finally lost your virginity, to your best friend of all people.
âI need to fuck you again,â he confesses, your fingers stop as you look down at him.
âW- now?â
âSoon,â he corrects you. âI want to taste you first.â
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Reader spreading her folds in front of virgin könig so that he can jerk off to her
You love taunting König, playing with his perverted mind. You act oblivious to his creepy stares and the way his eyes wander over your breasts and rear while you're talking. It's laughable, how touchy-feely he is, how desperate he is to lose his virginity to someone like you. You promise to let him have you, but once he's proved himself as good enough for you.
You get him excited by walking around in only a t-shirt, or spreading your folds during sex, making him believe it's finally time. Only for you to rub your thighs together and giggle, scolding him for trying to prod inside. He can look, but he can't touch.
He grumbles out frustratedly, before he wraps his calloused, thick fingers around his girthy base. Slow and sloppy strokes. He pumps his wet, stiff cock slowly while admiring the way your tight hole glistens. He watches as your cunt becomes wetter and stickier when you toy with your sensitive clit. You moan König's name and praise him, letting him know how proud you are of him, that he's managed to resist you for this long. You deny his orgasm and close your legs, gripping his unshaven jaw to force him to meet your eyes.
You make sure he knows not to come, not until you've counted him down and allowed him to. He sucks in a sharp breath and throws his head backwards, his eyebrows furrowed together and downturned as he imagines what it would feel like to fuck that gummy pussy. The way you count down to one gets König riled up, drives him closer to his orgasm. He chokes on his words, before coming all over your warm folds. Of course, you curse him out for spurting thick and hot ropes of his semen all over your slit, forcing his face between your legs to clean up the creamy mess he'd created.
He'll lose his virginity once he proves himself as worthy of your touch and soft, adorable pussy.
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Summary: Joel wants to find a bed before you go all the way, but neither of you can wait that long.
A/N: Follows âš Fires (1.6, prequel), Aches (900), and Thoughts (1.6), but can read alone.
WARNINGS: I8+, big girthy age gap (20/50s), still only one sleeping bag, pining, c*ck hunger, fingering, grinding, masturbation, oral m receiving, cum eating, unsafe P in V, reluctantly pulling out, loss of virginity, pet names, praise, POV alternates, NO Y/N.
âGod have mercy,â he mutters to himself.
He's gonna give it to ya good one day, but not yet. Not in a sleeping bag on the forest floor. Not yet. Not yet. Not yet, he tells himself . . . Your first time shouldnât be like this. Shouldnât be here. But god damn . . . Â
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Itâs all over your face. Heâs never seen anything like it, the way you crave his cock. You shamelessly stare at his pants. His whole body, really. You were bad enough before you touched it, and itâs only gotten worse. You canât focus, you canât listen. Itâs dangerous. He should put a stop to this, take it away cold turkey. Sleep back-to-back. But you both have needs, and he's not gonna do that.
Joel feels like he might as well be a virgin himself, it's been so long for him. Frankly, heâs dying to put it in you just as much as you long to have it. Heâs been trying to wait until Jackson so he can do it somewhere safe, somewhere a little nicer, more comfortable.Â
He wants to wait and make sure it's nice and special for you, but good lord, youâre makin' it hard. You make the sweetest little sounds when he touches you, and even when he doesnât, like in your sleep. You ask him things like, âdoesnât sex feel better than hands?â He tells you half-truths, like ânot always.â Of course it would with you. Of course it would.
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Youâre in the forest. With dusk approaching, you're just about to set up camp while there's still light. Joel is taking a leak at the edge of a small clearing, calculating mileage in his head, counting down the days âtil you should get there. His back could use a real bed, too. He's shaking his dick dry and a twig snaps behind him. His head whips around and he reaches for his gun.Â
Itâs you. God damnit, he couldâve killed you.Â
âCan I see it?â you ask.Â
âWhat the hell are ya doinâ over here?â
âI just wanna see it.â You look down toward his jeans. âCan I?âÂ
Itâs fair that youâre curious, he knows that. You mentioned it the night before with your hand wrapped around it, I wanna see it, really see it, I bet itâs good looking. Youâve only felt it at night and caught glimpses in the moonlight. At the time, he mindlessly reassured you, youâll see it, baby, you'll see my cock, and he shouldâve known youâd spring this on him.
âNot now,â he mutters, trying to calm his heart rate. âCan ya gimme a second, honey?âÂ
âOkay.â He can hear the sadness, practically see the disappointment on your face. God damnit. He tucks himself away and zips up. You're only about eight feet away. âNow?â
âNo. Ainât nothinâ to see right now.â You probably donât realize what a big difference it can make.Â
âWhat do you meanâ
âJust trust me, itâs not how you wanna see it.âÂ
âWhy?"Â
âCause it ainât as. . .â
âAinât as what?â
âNothinâ, baby. Just not the right time.â
âBetter if weâre close together, right?â You step closer.Â
He closes his eyes, pinches the bridge of his nose, and takes a deep breath. âThis ainât the time or the place, honey.âÂ
When he looks at you again, your face has fallen, and you mumble, âK.âÂ
He puts a big, comforting hand on your shoulder and walks you back to where y'all are setting up camp. âWhen we find a bed, Iâll show ya. . .â Â
"And when we find a bed," you repeat. Don't say it, don't say it, he prays to God you don't say it. "We can do it, right?" He doesn't answer. "You can put your cock inside me, right?"
Fuck, you're gonna drive this old man crazy. At least one of you needs your wits about you if you'll ever make it to Jackson. "We'll see," he sighs.Â
After a moment of silence, your voice trembles as you ask, "We'll see? Why not yes?"
"Cause we ain't gonna make it there at this rate," he complains, then sighs with instant regret. "I'm sorry, honey. But you gotta try to knock it off with this stuff."
You swallow and your eyes glimmer. "Sorry," you whisper.Â
He turns away to adjust himself, then sits down on the ground, leaning back against a log and extends an arm for you. "S'okay, c'mere."
You sit on the ground next to him. He squeezes your shoulder and changes the topic to twenty questions.Â
ââ
Heâs nicer at night. Heâs nice in the day, too, mostly. Once in a while, you can tell youâre annoying him, and you feel bad. If only he knew how many times you thought about it and didn't say something, heâd appreciate your efforts. Itâs practically all you think about. Itâs even worse now that you feel it in your hand every night, but the last thing you want is for that to stop.Â
You had been thinking about it all day when you finally asked what you thought was an easy request â if you could just see it, just a glimpse while he already had it out anyway.Â
Even if you donât get to see it, at least itâs easy enough to recall what it feels like. Smooth, warm, and stiff. Soft veins, tiny wrinkles. A leaking slit.Â
â--
âCan I taste it?â you ask one night with your little fist wrapped around his shaft.Â
He groans quietly. âYeah, you wanna taste it?â
âYeah,â you whisper, your hand sticky with the lube of your own slick, a bead of precum under your thumb. You smear the precum and let go of his hard cock, making it slap against his stomach. You take your thumb into your mouth and hum, âMmm,â at the salty taste.Â
âWhatcha think,â he whispers breathily.Â
âCan I have your cock in my mouth?â
âOh, baby, âcourse ya can.â The zipper of the sleeping bag jingles, then you hear the satisfying zzz as it unzips. He folds it down and you get up on your knees. You bend at the hip and don't waste a second. You wrap your thumb and forefinger around the base, trying and failing to make your digits touch.Â
Then, your lips wrap around the head. He inhales sharply through his teeth.
âDid I hurt you?â you ask.
âGod no, honey. Go âhead, taste it all ya want.â Â
 You curiously tongue the slit and suck for more.Â
âOh god damn,â he breathes.
You lick around it under the crown and youâre salivating.Â
He wraps his hand around yours and moves it up and down, then leaves you be. âUse your spit, honey.â You let it dribble out of your mouth and onto his tip and catch it in your fist. You kitten lick the shaft, tasting your own tang, and letting your saliva fall out of your mouth as it accumulates, occasionally sliding the open ring of your finger and thumb up and down but mostly forgetting because youâre so focused on it in your mouth.
âYa like that, sweetie? ya like how we taste?â You take a couple inches into your mouth then suck a little more of it in. It twitches against your tongue. The biggest vein throbs.Â
âAlright, baby,â he pants and takes it from you. He urgently pulls up his own shirt, slides his hand a few times, then comes with a groan, his voice and pulsing manhood making you ache with need, even though he already made you come. You stay there on your knees. In the dim moonlight, you watch his tummy rise and fall with the shiny trail leading to, and pooling in, his navel.Â
âCan I taste that, too?â you ask.Â
âYeah,â he nods.Â
You dip your tongue in the trail below his navel. Itâs thicker, headier, saltier than the precum. Itâs not every day you get to taste something new. Itâs not often at all. It's delicious.
âLike it,â you whisper.
âYeah? take all ya want.âÂ
You lick and seal your lips as you suck it up. You pause to pluck a hair from your teeth, then continue to his navel. You dip your tongue in and his stomach flexes abruptly. You take your mouth off and pause. âSorry,â you whisper.
âNothinâ to be sorry âbout.âÂ
You tongue his navel, then suck, and he inhales a chest full of air as you do it, his stomach rising into your lips. You lick up every drop.Â
âGood girl,â he sighs and cups your cheek. âSuch a good girl," he sighs.
â
All day you think about it in your mouth, in your hand, resting hard against your back, between your thighs. You imagine it all over your body. Doesnât matter if heâs pressing it up against your hip or resting it in the crook of your elbow, God, you just want to feel it somewhere. You try not to think about it inside you too much because that makes you want it so bad, you could cry. Like really cry.
Itâs not a want. It's a need. You see it happening everywhere you look. You see a tree, and you imagine him sitting on the forest floor against it, holding his cock at attention, ready for you to sit on it. You see another tree and heâs pinning you up against it with your legs wrapped around him, jeans pulled down under his ass as he rails you. You see a patch of moss and cluster of ferns that would be a nice pillow with him on top of you.
You think about it, and you dream about it, too. You canât help that. He starts wearing jeans to sleep, and you canât feel the shape of him quite as well against you, but it doesnât matter. The fact that itâs there and itâs hard is enough to drive you mad. Even after he gets you off, it's bound to come back at some point in the night. Worst case scenario, you lose sleep over it. Best case, it works its way into your dreams.
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One night, you're moaning in your sleep again, and Joel can hardly take it. His cock is painfully stiff and the strain against his jeans makes him ache. His hips press into you on their own; he can't stop them. All he can do is take off his jeans in hopes that being free of the rigid confines will lend some relief. He was wearing them as an extra layer between the two of you for this exact scenario, but he can no longer bear it.
On one hand, heâs taking precautions, like keeping his jeans on. But on the other hand, in the heat of the moment, when heâs touching you, heâs taking measures to prepare you, and to see how ready you are. Lately, he scissors his fingers, inserts three to see how you take it. âGood girl, thatâs real good, honey.â He curls them inside you, âOhhh, baby, youâre takinâ this real good.â
God, he wants a bed for this. You deserve a fuckin' mattress at the very least. Heâs gotta wait. And yet now he finds himself taking off his jeans. He carefully removes them without waking you up. He lies there with his fist around his cock for a minute, still in his boxers, doing nothing but softly squeezing, as if thatâll make it go away. Then he resigns himself to the magnetism of your body. He curves his form around yours again and silently sighs as the hardness in his boxers rests against you and he wraps you in a hug. He manages not to thrust against your ass, but in no time, you're pushing yourself back against him. "Joel," you mumble in your sleep.Â
"God have mercy," he mutters to himself.Â
He's gonna give it to ya good one day, but not yet. Not in a sleeping bag on the forest floor. Not yet. . . not yet. . . not yet, he tells himself, taking deep calming breaths. Your first time shouldnât be like this. Shouldnât be here. But god damn he wants to take that tight little hole. Â
"Joel,â you whine and push back on him again. He can't stand it. He really can't. He has to wake you up.
He whispers, "Whatcha dreamin 'bout, sweetie?" then feels your breathing change.Â
When you blink awake, your hips are slowly moving, pushing your ass back into Joel's hard cock until you stop yourself.Â
"Sorry," you mumble. "Did I wake you up?" The sweet sound of your voice isnât helping.
"Don't be sorry, baby," he murmurs into your hair.Â
"I dunno how to stop it," you whisper. "I'm sorry."
"Nothin' to be sorry 'bout, baby doll." He hugs you tight. âDonât be embarrassed.â His cock swells harder against you. He whispers in your ear, "They want each other real bad, that's all."Â
"I know."Â
"Have a good dream?"
You sigh. âYeah.â
ââbout what?â
âI dunno if you wanna hear it,â you tell him. Fair enough, he's told you to knock it off, after all.Â
âSure I do, honey. Was it you and me?â
âYeah,â you wedge your hand between your legs.Â
"You want a hand?"Â Â
âYeah.â
âWhatâd ya dream?â he asks as he reaches into your panties. "God damn," he whispers. You're soaked, swollen, and your clit is throbbing against his hand. "Poor thing." He thrusts his hardness against your ass. "No wonder you're tryin' to get at this, huh?"Â
You're quiet.Â
"No wonder ya can't stop thinkin' âbout it." He thrusts against you again and moans softly. "What'd ya dream, baby?"
âIt was. . .â you can hardly form words thinking about it. It was so vivid, so real. âWe were right here, like this.âÂ
âYeah?â He uses your ample moisture to lightly rub your clit.Â
He begins to make peace with himself that this might happen before he wants. He hooks his fingers into your panties. âLetâs take these off for a lil bit, hmm? Let her breathe.âÂ
âOkay.â You bend your knees as he pulls your soaked panties down.Â
â-
"We were right here like this, in the dream?" He repeats.Â
âYou took it out of your pants,â you whisper. He moans softly, takes his hand away, and jostles behind you. Then you feel his naked cock against your skin. Your breath hitches and you whimper at the contact. He returns his hand between your legs and lazily circles your clit, pressing his naked dick against you.
"Took it out like this?" He asks soft and deep.
"Yeah,"Â
He thrusts against you and whispers in your ear, "Then what?"
"You put it between my legs."Â
He inhales sharply then wedges his cock between your thighs, shuddering as he slides it forward along your dripping seam and the head meets his fingers on your clit.Â
You tilt your hips and he whispers, "Oh, baby. Like this?"
"No, you put it inside," you whisper.Â
Joel's breath hitches and he twitches against your heat. You moan. He slides slowly through your folds to your clit and back. He tries to slow down and think it over, but there are no thoughts, just his stiff, aching cock and your tight little pussy begging for it.
ââ
âWill you do that,â you ask, looking over your shoulder but not enough to meet his eyes.Â
Joel takes a deep breath. âYou think I should? Donât wanna wait for a bed?â He thrusts in small pulses. âJust a few days, baby.â
âThey wanna be together real bad,â you whisper. âhow theyâre meant to be," you remind him. Â
Joel groans at your words. âI know, baby doll.â He takes a deep breath. âHowâd it feel in your dream?â
âFull, really full,â you tell him, then sigh. âFelt so big.â
âOhh, fuck,â Joel breathes into your hair and slides his cock against you, wet and stiff.
âIt was like I was hugging you with my, um,â you say, then swallow and tilt your hips. "Hugging it."
âGod damn,â he sighs. He pulls his cock back, and as he slides it forward again, it catches at your entrance. You spread your thighs ever so slightly. âYou sure âbout this,â he confirms, and uses the hand between your legs to nestle his tip just inside. You gasp.Â
âYeah,â you nod. âYes, please. Joel, please,â you whine. You push back on him with a small grunt, stretching yourself open on his tip.Â
âOh god, baby,â he sighs, then he holds you still and slowly pushes himself inside with a quiet groan muffled by your hair. âFuck, youâreâohh, youâre tight.â You gasp as his girth parts your walls and your body makes room for him. âYou okay?â
âYeah,â you nod urgently, and he twitches inside you.Â
You shiver with pleasure as he pushes further and sighs, âOh, baby.âÂ
âJoel,â you whine, âits so bigâ
âToo big?â
âNo,â you reassure him. âI want it.â
He pushes the rest of himself in until his pelvis is flush. He breathes heavily and mutters, âfuck.â
You moan and push back on him. âsâperfect,â you whine.
âyou like havinâ me in here?â
âI love it,â you say.Â
âAs much as the dream?â
âMore than the dream.â
âWhat happened next?â he asks
âThen you it moved like you do in my hand.â
âYeah,â he begins to rock his hips, his thick cock dragging inside you. âLike this?â
ânnngghhâyeah,â you nod then gasp as you're filled by his length again. âohhh,â you moan. "And then you came insideââ
He groans, then pants as heâs moving inside you, âOhh fuck, sweetie I canâtâohh, I canât do that, uggghhâgod damn.â
âFelt so good, like a massageâ
âOhh, baby, please donâtââ
âAnd warmâ
âFuck,â he breathes and covers your mouth with his free hand, bicep flexing under your neck as he does it. No way heâs gonna last with you talking like that.Â
He begins to slowly move again and you whimper. Youâre right, it is like youâre hugging him. Youâre so tight and wet for him, taking his cock so good.Â
"Good girl," he whispers, burying his length in you every second or so, only pulling back halfway each time.Â
"Such a good girl, wantin' my cock so bad." He moans. "Waitin' all this timeâuggh." You push your hips back to meet his thrusts. "That's my girl, takin' me so good," his next thrust is harder and you moan. "Yeah, just like that," he breathes. His hand teases your clit as he fucks you. You whimper and he repeats, "just like that," his voice shakier, his breath heavier on your ear, âyeah.â
You moan into his hand, and his fingers circle your clit. âCâmon, baby,â he pants. âGonna come on my cock?â You nod and hum your agreement. âBetter do it now, then, you can do it.â
You let go and your clit pulses madly, your walls clench down on him. It feels so good, your eyes well up in tears.
âOhh, baby,â he sighs, and suddenly pulls out. He replaces his cock with two fingers that your cunt begins to hug. âSuch a good girl, squeezinâ my fingers.â Â
His aching arousal presses against your ass, and he humps against you as he fingers you. âOhh, yea--ohhhh.â His cock begins to pulse, spreading a silky warmth across your skin. He moans and sighs as you finish coming on his fingers and his balls empty.Â
â-
He uses a shirt of his to clean you up. As his breathing calms down, he hears you sniffling. âHey, hey, you okay, sweetie?â
Youâre fine, more than fine, but you canât talk.
âShit,â he mutters to himself when you donât answer. He peeks over your side, gently stroking your arm. âHey, câmere, talk to me, sweetie.â You turn around and face him. âYou okay, honey?â
You nod and smile at him with watery eyes.
His brows knit as he finishes catching his breath. He kisses you on the forehead and wraps you in a hug. You sniffle again and he speaks into your hair. âI know that was a big deal for you, baby.â He pulls his head back and tilts your chin up. âIt was big for me too, okay?â You nod. He reads your eyes, then presses his lips into yours. He reads your face again, then repeats the kiss and you kiss him back. He kisses you on the forehead and holds you, stroking your head. You fall asleep holding each other face-to-face.
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Day three of gojober Warnings: religious reader, higher power referred to as They and the Divine, manipulation, extremely dubious consent, vaginal fingering, missionary position, virgin reader, pierced cock. I think that's it but please let me know if I missed anything!! Word count: 4.5k Minors/blank/ageless blogs DNI Also available on Ao3 Masterlist can be found here
You were always a devout follower in your church. Always a good person, always followed the rules the head of your people told you to follow, always prayed and recited scriptures in your mirror when no one was home. It wasnât for show; you were as devout as they came. So why does your faith waver in the face of one glorious being that stands in front of you?Â
It wasâŠboth ethereal and terrifying, to say the least, the angel standing in front of you. Your room wasnât too big, quiet and small and quaint, humble, lowly for a mere servant like you. It took up all of the space, seemed to suck up all of the air from the room, as if Its very presence was so otherworldly that the particles in the air itself seemed to freeze, turn solid, splatter onto your sheets in front of you.Â
You could only swallow thickly as you stared up at It, the glow emitting from Itâs body close to blinding you. But you did not shield your eyes, even though the brightness began to sting your waterline with tears. You sit there in astonishment for what feels like hours, your mouth agape, your chest heavy, before you find it in you to bow your head, shaking hands clasped in front of you.Â
And despite the tall figure and the white light emanating from Its six wings; despite the two eyes in their normal place and four more scattered across Itâs face; despite its thin mouth and rigid stance and etherealness and power that radiates from Its body; despite all of thatâsomething feelsâŠwrong. Off, in a way that you canât really put your finger on when you look up from your bowed position.Â
âDid I say that you could stop?â The voice rumbles, otherworldly and deep, makes your very bones quiver at the sound of it, as you quickly bow once more. You can feel your whole body starting to shake at the sheer unthinkableness of it all, eyes flooding with tears as they stare blankly at the sheets in front of you. You flinch when thereâs suddenly a soft laugh, obnoxious and earthly, but you donât dare break from your position again.Â
âAw man, I didnât think youâd go back to bowing.â The angel laughs, and from your peripheral you can see It rest a hand over its belly. âI was just screwing with you. You can look at meâonly if it doesnât hurt your eyes too much, that is.âÂ
When you look up, finally, the angel looks a bit moreâŠhuman. He stands there, great and tall, but the light from him has lessened. He winks three out of his six eyes at you, hands on his hips as he grins at you. You donât know whether to smile or cower in fear at the entity in front of you. Instead, you settle on your bottom, hands folded politely in your lap to keep him from seeing the way you shake all over. You blink curious eyes up at the creature, at the otherworldly being, wonder what a mere sinner like you did to garner such heavenly attention.Â
âHow may I serve you?â You ask softly, voice barely audible, but the angel catches it anyway. You can tell by the way he smiles, although, it doesnât calm your nerves much. If anything, it makes the hairs on the back of your neck rise to attention, but you blame it on the etherealness of a being that does not belong in the chaos of your world.Â
âServe me,â the angel repeats slowly, his head nodding gently as if taking in your words. âThere are quite a few ways that I need you, human, to serve me.â He spits the word human out as if it disgusts him, as if it the mere mention of it on his tongue burns it to hellfire.Â
You can only blink at him, something like unease settling into the pit of your belly, but you push it aside. Your higher being, the Divine, has always tested you, and youâre sure that the nervousness is only another portion of your humanity. People always fear things that are greater than them, things that they cannot so easily understand. The fear in your entire being is only your humanity bleeding through your very pores.Â
âOf course, angelâŠ?â You steer off, looking to him in question. You realize you donât know this angel, donât recognize him from the scriptures, one of six eyes and shockingly white hair. But the angel only blinks at you before recognition lights his face, and he holds a finger up as he spills his name out for you.Â
âSatoru.â He says, winking once more, unsettlingly, with his many eyes. You only bow to him again, if only to look away from his many pupils, his too watchful gaze.Â
âAngel Satoru.â You repeat, forehead touching your mattress, the scratchy covers that adorn it. Satoru just waves a hand nonchalantly as you sit back up, as he folds his arms over his robe covered chest.Â
âSatoru is just fine.â He huffs, seemingly annoyed, but you donât question him on it. After all, he sought you out, an angel, a messenger. Obviously this trivial conversation bores such an ancient creature such as himself, and you shouldnât trouble him with your humane and unnecessary conversation. He speaks up, seemingly tired of the lull in conversation.Â
âAnyway, I was sent here to tell you that youâre going to be the savior of the human race itself.â Satoru says it so causally, that it takes you a few beats to swallow the gravity of his words. You blink, heart suddenly palpitating in your chest, your mouth running dry. Youâre going to save all of humanity? But youâre just a measly servant of Their Divineness, nothing special about you to warrant such a task. But the longer you think about it, the more willing you become to the idea, realizing that all of your hardships, all of your prayers, all of your devotion finally has paid off.Â
You smile, big and wide, sitting up on your knees to be as eye level as you can with the angel. You open your mouth, ready to accept the burden that comes with saving everyone, but he holds up a pale, too long finger.Â
âBut only if you mate with me.â Satoru tacks on, his smile small, barely there. By the time you blink, its gone, and you wonder if the deviousness that oozed from his body was only a thing of your mind. An angel could never hold such evil, such contempt in their hearts. It must be your human fear muddying your perception.Â
âWhat do youâwhat do you mean?â You stammer, blinking once, twice, eyes suddenly unseeing as his words hit you like a freight train. It already is jarring enough knowing that you are now the sole savior of the human race, butâŠmating? With an innocent, pure angel like himself?Â
âThe human race is going to go extinct in only a matter of hours.â Satoru starts, lowering his head slightly as if ashamed to have to share such devastating news, his hands folded in front of him. âI was sent by the Divine Themself to bless your womb. You will bare a child that will thenceforth save humanity after our consummation.âÂ
âConsummation?â You parrot, eyes so big you fear they may fall from your head. You swallow thickly, face suddenly burning as the reality of whatâs happening, what will happen, starts to make your stomach twist in anxiety. âAs in,â
âAs in, we have to mate. Have sex. Together.â Satoru spells out for you slowly, that devious smirk creeping up ever so slightly on the corners of his lips. But when you blink this time, it stays there on his thin mouth. Youâre not sure how to feel at the momentâwhat happens if you say no? Will the entirety of the human race die because of your fears, because of your selfishness? Youâre bound to have sex at least once in your life, on the night you marry. Why not get something greater out of it by fulfilling your duty as the savior of humankind?Â
âAnd I will save humanity by doing this?â You ask Satoru, lowering yourself to sit on your knees. Your body suddenly feels deflated of air as the prospects of saving everyone has come at a greater cost you hadnât originally thought of. You look up at the blindingly bright angel, his light sharpening as the seconds go on, until you have to lower your gaze once more to your bed.Â
âYou will.â He states, seemingly vibrating at the prospect of it all.Â
You should wait. You should ask the Divine if this is truly what they have in store for you, to send you some kind of confirmation that this is the path that you must take. But you cannot doubt Their angels, Their messengers. It will only show just how much how little faith you must have in Them, and youâve always been a believer.Â
âWhatever it takes.â You say, suddenly bold, despite the fact that your chin quivers at the idea.Â
Youâve never done something like before, unsure of what you should do at this stage. Youâve kept yourself pure, knew the dangers your soul would be in if you were to haveâŠsexual relations before marriage, and you hadnât yet been married off to the church. Your future husband would understand, right? That youâre still pure if itâs an angel that touches your womb first?
Youâve never even touched yourself before. Youâve fought the temptations of the flesh, the yearning in the pits of your belly during the late night hours. You barely even look at your exposed parts when you wash, fearing that even staring at your naked skin for a second too long would send your soul to the pits of hell.
âYouâve never had sex before, have you?â Satoru asks, his voice a husk, his mouth barely moving. He takes slow steps toward you until he towers over you on the edge of the bed. You shake your head slowly, feeling swallowed whole by his intense gaze, breathing shakily at whatâs to come. Will it hurt? Will you be punished for feeling pleasure?
âYou poor thing,â Satoru whispers, dipping his head down until his nose brushes your own, earning him a gasp. âYouâre completing missing out on the pleasure of consuming mortal flesh between your teeth, your fingers, your legs.â
You choke at his lewd words. Was this how the messiah was born? Created by the world, through such lewd words and careful, decisive action? Satoru runs a slow hand up the expanse of your leg before he grips it in his unnaturally hot palms. He guides your legs from under you, pulling down by your calfs until your legs dangle from the edge of the bed, your back plastered against the sheets.
Your eyes are wide. Your heart is in your throat. Youâre not sure youâre even breathing as you look up at the otherworldly creature. He doesnât look so holy in this moment, with his eyes glazed over with lust, his lids heavy, his bottom lip slick with spit when his tongue darts out to wet it. You donât feel pure, or holy, or sanctified. You feel like one of the women on the corner, flaunting their assets for the attention of men.
Satoru inches your dress over your head, exposing pieces of you, little by little. Your panties are plain, your bra worn and ill fitting, but it gets the job done. Satoru reaches for your bra next, and you find yourself shooting out a hand to grab him quickly, breath caught in your throat. He turns his many eyed gaze to yours quickly, that purity bleeding with the sneer that barely finds his pink lips.
âIs touching my breasts a necessary part of the consummation?â You ask breathily. Satoru only stills, blinking each eye at different times, unnerves you. He thins his lips for a moment, trying to gather his words, before he smiles softly, disarmingly. He doesnât take his hand off your breast.Â
âThe flesh needs to be fully exposed in order to bless the consummation. Every piece of you needs to be open for the Divine to see your willingness to save your people.â The words flow off of his tongue, easy and smooth as silk. You only hesitate for another second before you slowly let go of his hands. Satoru doesnât make a move until your hands rest awkwardly beside your head, your gaze focused on the cracked ceiling above you.Â
You think he laughs, but you ignore the sound, focused more on the feeling of him lifting you just barely, nimble, hot fingers undoing the clasp of your bra. It falls unceremoniously to the floor when he pulls the straps from your arms, and you go to cover yourself up with your arms, before you remember that the Divine is watching. So you stop, arms tucked tightly into your sides, mouth set in a firm line, determined to get this over with, save everyone around you.Â
âSuch a pretty set you got on you,â Satoru whispers, making your eyes squeeze shut in embarrassment. He only laughs, louder and unabashed this time, leaning over you to nuzzle his warm nose against your cheek. The closeness of him unsettles you deep in your belly. Something is off about him, something about him makes you want to flee, lock yourself in a confessional, pray for forgiveness for not being able to save humanity.Â
But instead, you lay there. Pliant and open, bottom lip tucked into your mouth as the angel begins to slide your cotton panties down your thighs. He throws them across the room, but youâre not sure where, your eyes glued to the ceiling. Two crack in one panel, a water stain on the one two panels to the right.Â
Satoru brushes a finger through the thatch of hair covering your mound, murmuring something to himself. You donât catch it, and youâre not too sure you want to in the first place. His fingers are rough, his grip as he combs his fingertips through the bush a little too hard. You wince, hands inching from your sides to his own, as you glance down at him from the length of your body.Â
âAre you going to stick it in?â You whisper, your voice a tremble. Its a terrifying thing, to ask such a dirty question, to be looked at by so many pairs of eyes sitting on just one face. There are two in the regular spot, two on his forehead, two beside his nose. They all stare at you, unblinking, a wash of unsettling blue staring back at you, seemingly looking through you all at once.Â
âYou donât want this to hurt, do you?â Satoru asks, getting on his knees before you, an act of worship, pulling your thighs a bit closer to the edge until his mouth hovers over your mound. You suck in a breath at the proximity, his kneeling, biting at your lips as you struggle with looking at him, with finding another crack in the ceiling.Â
âNo,â you whisper, voice barely audible as you rest your hands on your stomach, unsure of what to do with them. Satoru tuts at you, resting his cheek against your thigh, one hand reaching up to hold your own, the other inching your thighs open bit by bit.Â
âThen let me do what I have to do to make this comfortable for you, human.â He says softly, voice a comfort that makes you sigh before you settle into the sheets. You nod your head to him, trusting the angel, knowing that youâre in the safest hands across the entire universe.Â
Satoru bends your leg back until your knee touches your chest, exposes your pussy to him wholly. You try not to cringe at the openness, the vulnerability, but you have to remember to stay open in order to satisfy the Divine. So you hold your leg, let him brush his palm over your cunt, engulf it within his hot grip.Â
He cups you, softly, before pulling his fingers back, tracing a single one up the expanse of your pussy. His touch is gentle, barely there, a featherlight thing that makes your entire body tense up at the feeling of it. You want to make a noise, want to tell him to get it all over with, but you sit there, obedient, always willing to serve, even if it costed you your own comfortability.Â
âI always forget how tight these can get,â Satoru mutters under his breath, as he breaches a single finger inside of you. Youâre too focused on the foreign sensation to question his words, too busy trying to remember how to breathe through your nose. Its not uncomfortable, just weird, to have something settling so deep in your body. He holds it there for only a second, before he brings his finger out, pushing it back inside of you as you suck in another breath.Â
He continues that motion, slow, steady, until you feel yourself starting to relax more, around him, in your own skin. It doesnât hurt, but it doesnât feel as good as you were maybe hoping it to feel.Â
Almost as if reading your mind, Satoru slides in a second finger. This one burns, makes your hole clench down around him, tight, your eyes clamped shut. You hiss through your teeth, gripping your leg firmly as you try to adjust to the sensation.Â
âCmon, its just two fingers,â Satoru chides, pouting between your legs, and you look down at him, realizing just how close his face is. His head rests on your thigh, and he has an up close view of how your hole sucks in his finger, how your clit twitches with every blow of his breath against the sensitive bundle of nerves. You squeeze the hand that holds your own, whimpering low in your throat when he crooks his fingers up inside of you.Â
âBut they hurt,â you whisper, mouth forming a pout as he continues to slowly pump his fingers inside of you. But, the longer he takes, the more he twists and curves his hot digits, the more the pain starts to subside. It evenâŠstarts to feel good at one point, makes your body melt into the bed as his fingers drag hypnotically against the softness of your walls.Â
âI thought you said whatever it takes?â Satoru mutters, pout on his mouth, as he glances up at you with just two eyes, the others still focused on the slick that begins to pool around his fingers. He raises an eyebrow at that, looking up at you with all six eyes, but youâre looking into your own head now. He strokes against something without ever meaning to, makes your hips jerk against his hand, a cry getting caught in your throat.Â
âWhat,â you have to swallow the saliva that pools inside your mouth. âWhat is that?â You whisper, before your voice breaks out into another harsh cry when Satoru presses his fingers incessantly against it. Your eyes squeeze shut and you grab his hand so tightly in your own, you fear you may break his fingers.Â
âOh, this?â Satoru sounds almost bored, his tone dry, as if heâs not assaulting you with every stroke of that one spot thats making you see stars. You sob, voice shaky, feeling your entire body start to tremble as a wet sound starts to emit from his fingers fucking your cunt open.Â
âYeah, that.â You whine, unable to help yourself from grinding down on his fingers, chasing that pleasure with every passing second. âWhat is it?â
âThatâs your sweet spot, baby.â Satoru purrs, nuzzling his nose against your mound, inhaling the scent there. He dips his head down, ever so slightly, until his mouth, his breath, grazes that bundle of nerves that you try to avoid during your darkest times. Your entire body jerks, feeling a weird pressure in your lower abdomen, building and building into something youâre not too sure of.Â
âWait, I donâtâI think IâmâSatoru,â you whine out his name, tears welling in your eyes as you try to hold onto him, onto the bed, your own chest, anything you can to ground yourself. The angel only smiles, except he doesnât look much like an angel in this very moment.Â
âItâs okay, pretty. Youâre just having your first orgasm.â He whispers against your bush, smiling when he feels your cunt starting to contract around his fingers, pulsing. And to think it only took him just a few minutes to reduce you to such a sloppy, needy mess.Â
You cum around his fingers with a shout, whole body shaking so hard that your vision goes black for a few moments. Your own voice sounds muffled in your ears, and you think you may reach the Divine Themself in that very moment, feel a connection that youâve never felt before, so strong, pulling on you so intensely that it takes minutes for your soul, your mind, to reach your body again.Â
And when it doesâsomething isnât right.Â
âYou humans are so easy to trick.â Satoru is saying andâand it doesnât sound like him much, anymore. You grit your teeth as feeling starts to come back to your body, feel a thicker, hotter intrusion than the moments before. His cock is inside of you, resting fat and heavy in what feels like youâre stomach.Â
You fight to clear your blurry vision, hands still scratching at your sheets as you swallow thickly. You blink and you blink, and youâre not sure if youâre seeing everything right.Â
Satoruâs barely visible halo, illuminated only when the light shone down on it right, was gone. His lightness, in general, completely dissipated. He no longer wore that white robe that rivaled the starkness of his hair.Â
Instead, he had horns; thick and silver tipped, spiraling from his temples like a ram. The tongue that he licks his bottom lip with is forked, his breath too hot to be normal. Heâs naked now, and you can see the swirling ink decorated on his body, a symbol that tells you exactly where his soul resides. In Evilness itself.Â
âI canât believe that actually worked on you!â Satoru laughs, emphasizing his words with another thrust. You such in a breath, your lungs feeling as though they have been squeezed to capacity inside of your chest. You lay there in muted horror, that you let a demon tempt you, that you like the feeling of his mushroomed cockhead pressing against your sweet spot.
âEvil incarnate,â you whisper, entire body stiff, but he loosens you up so nicely. Pulls your arms around his neck, nuzzles his face against your own. He presses a wet kiss to your gaping mouth, fanged teeth scraping against the thin flesh there until you dribble crimson down your chest. He licks it up greedily, humming under his breath as he begins rocking inside of you, cock fat and heavy andâoh Divine, was it pierced?Â
Your soul is damned.Â
âTo think youâre saving the human race with such a tight, messy little cunt; itâs funny, really.â Satoru continues speaking as if you hadnât said anything at all. He presses the entire length of his body against your own, trapping you underneath him. Honestly, youâre not sure youâd be strong enough to push him off of you anyway, the thought making your stomach turn in disgust. But its weighed out by the lustâthe all consuming, Evil, lustâwhen he licks his thumb before pressing it against your clit.Â
âYou humans always think youâre so important to the world. But really, youâre just a pawn in Their game. We all are.â Satoru sneers down at you through a grin, his thumb unrelenting. His hips slap against your own, creating a lewd sound in the silent house, your weak bed frame creaking with every thrust of his cock inside of you.Â
âGet out.â You mutter weakly, eyes squeezed shut as you try to fight down the pleasure, the temptation to have, what he called, an orgasm once more. But Satoru, with his six eyes, seems to see right through you. He grins so big, squeezing your cheeks tightly together until your eyes are forced open, forced to look into the horror that is this Evil in front of you.Â
âBut youâre so close to reaching your second orgasm.â He says, almost cheerily, holding his hips against yours after he slams inside of you. It makes his tip press right against that weak spot, your lower body jerking as you try to fight it off, the pleasure, the way your body has never felt so close to divinity than before now, with something so evil.Â
âDonât you wanna know what it feels like?â Satoru whispers into your ear, slowly grinding himself against you, putting pressure on that sweet spot, on your clit with languid rubs. Your eyes fill with tears, your entire body trembling. You have to fight it. You canât let him win. But it feels so goodâ
âTo be filled with dick, to tighten up around it as you cum all over me?â He whispers, puckering your lips with his hands squeezing your cheeks, before he pecks wet, messy kisses against you. âDonât you wanna know what it feels like to be filled with my cum?â He grins against your mouth, laughing when you shove him away as much as you can.Â
âNo!â You cry out, but youâre not sure if youâre talking to him, or yourself at the moment. Satoru seems to be able to read your inner dilemma, as he starts rocking his hips against you, agonizing, his thumb rubbing faster and faster until youâre feeling that same sensation from earlier.Â
âOh, so youâre saying you want me to cum on you instead? Hm, I donât mind sparing some for your bush. Always had a soft spot for pretty ones, like yours.â Satoru pets it gently before he moves back to your clit, applying even more pressure than before. You feel like youâre going to burst at any second, that youâre going to let Evil win. But if its so bad, why does it make you feel soâ
âBut Iâm going to cum inside of you, either way. Just so you can see what youâre really missing out on.â Satoru winks at you, watches how you unfurl around him, how your entire body locks up as your orgasm begins to wash over you.Â
âBurn,â you grit out through clenched teeth, before a cry is ripped from your throat when he begins battering your sweet spot with a renewed kind of intensity. It only prolongs your orgasm for that much longer. Heâs a sadist, as he laughs under his breath at your crying, licking away your tears with a forked tongue, the hot metal on his cock seemingly slipping deeper and deeper inside of you, until youâre merged into one being.Â
âYouâre gonna burn so good with me, baby.â Satoru promises, and you fear, that you have let Evil consume you. Itâs not that bad, though, you think, if its always going to feel this good.Â
thank you all so much for reading! kind comments/likes/reblogs are greatly appreciated <3
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Hobbs with his so whoâs a virgin and they want to do it for the first time with Hobbs
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âAre you sure you want your first time to be with me?â He asked already hating himself for asking but knowing he should be truly honest and make sure your feelings were certain.
âOf course, I love you and I want to be with you.â You said unfazed by the question but wanting to know the reasons behind it. You wanted to make sure this is something you both really wanted. âWhy do you ask? Do you maybeâŠnot want to?â
âOh god no, I want to.â Hobbs said grabbing each of your arms and looking over you, âI really want to, itâs justâŠ. IâmâŠâ
âYourâŠâ You prompted when he didnât answer smiling and stepping teasingly closer to him as he fought to find his words.
âWell not to boast, but given howâŠI meanâŠI can be quiteâŠ.large.â He said, and you could see his skin start to tint red  with how he didnât want to spel it out for you and you couldnât help the little giggle that escaped or the thrill that went through you at the thought.
âHobbs, trust me when I am with you large is what I am here for.â You replied running your arms up his biceps and standing on your toes to reach his neck before he lifted you and kissed you gently.
âGood to hear.â
#luke hobbs imagine#hobbs and shaw imagiine#the fast and the furious franchise imagine#tw: virginity#virginity#female reader#can you tell i have been playing too much baldur's gate#lol
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LMAOAOA LOOK WHAT POPPED UP ON MY FYP AFTER I SAW YOUR KNI VIRGIN POST HERE
OH NO đđđđ
#Iâm SOBBING#itâs just the truth but damn is it a funny one#Iâm gonna bully him so bad#push him down a flight of stairs#and be extra loud making love to vash in the next room over#I hope he cries into his pillow#color: red đš#nine â€ïž#nible â€ïž#{freelance}#tw: virginity
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JUST THINKING ABOUT VIRGIN!GOJO. . .
getting close to gojo satoru was hard. like limitless was not only a technique but a way of living â of getting by. and you understand; having someone means having something to lose. being the strongest sorcerer alive means you have to be self sufficient, for the entire worldâs sake.
but even though most would insist he is more god than human, there was nothing he could do to keep himself from falling into you. itâs the first time he feels okay relinquishing control, accepting unpredictability. he wonders, morosely, if this is what it feels like to be a regular teenager, even if heâs well into his 20s. to make dumb decisions like stay up late on the phone, to make out in the movies, to get nervous about meeting your parents, to buy matching phone cases.
gojo is obsessed with the feeling. he didnât know he could want someone as much as he wants you, body and soul but god â your body. the way you get on top of him and make his abs seize, his hips grinding up of their own accord. you always laugh so sweetly at his desperation, licking into his mouth and letting your hands wander.
he gets hard embarrassingly fast, every time. whines anguished little moans, not knowing what he wants next. gripping your hips over his like itâs a lifeline, fucking up into you and rubbing your clothed crotches together like he doesnât know how much better it can get â and he doesnât. and that excites you beyond belief.
the first time it happens, it doesnât last long. you told him you could ride him, that it wasnât a problem, he could just focus on being as comfortable as possible. but the utter heat with which he said âno. no, youâre not fucking me. iâm fucking you,â left you weak in the knees.
heâs hurried, but he takes time to kiss every inch of your body once your clothes are off, murmuring sweet nothings about how youâre so perfect and all his. heâs been hard as a rock ever since you started kissing, not letting you get your mouth on him or even roll the condom on, too afraid of ruining it that soon.
when he slips inside, itâs so much better than he couldâve imagined. thereâs no comparison, no feeling in the world, not even healing his deadly wounds and coming back to life can compare. youâre soft, warm and wet, gripping him just right, massaging his length like you were made to take him.
he canât keep his mouth shut, canât keep the surprise out of his voice. he fucks into you violently, unable to comprehend that it can feel this good. you feel perfect, like he never wants to leave, wants to be inside of you forever and just fuck you again and again and again.
âf-fuck, fuck, hang on,â gojo has to pause halfway, abs contracting rhythmically as he stills inside you. he looks up, huffing out an overwhelmed breath, and you canât help but let out a giggle. âyeah? this funny to you? iâll give you something to laugh about, just you wait.â
he starts moving again slowly, and you caress his face, singing him praise about how good heâs doing. he mewls at the compliment, wanting to please, needing to be the best you ever had no matter the circumstances. and he is, he was made for you and you for him.
âaahh, fuck baby i canât stop â canât, sorry, i canât, iâm gonna cum, god iâm gonna cum,â he chokes out, pistoning in and out of you at an unforgiving pace. you moan, wrapping your legs around his waist. âoh fuck, fuck donât do that, if you do that iâm gonnaââ
âitâs okay, satoru,â you whisper, finding the timing to catch his lips in a kiss. âi want you to.â
his groan is guttural, like itâs been punched out of him, and he buries himself so deep inside you you can hardly swallow as he gives a few final, short thrusts into your pussy. he cums so hard that he loses all sense, his grip bruising you, heâs pretty sure heâs crying, whining your name like you could save him right now.
itâs a heavenly sight, so hot that it has you clenching around him chasing your own high. when he comes to, he presses two long fingers to your clit, kissing your face all over until youâre tumbling over the edge as well.
you lay there, side by side, catching your breaths in sync. which is why it comes as a surprise when he wastes no time getting on top of you again, fingers chasing your entrance.
âsatoru,â you laugh, in part amusement and part desbelief. âjust gimme a few minutes, okay? i just cââ
ânuh uh,â he kisses you to shut you up, then takes his mouth down your body. you notice, a little horrified, that heâs already hard again. âyou already came on my cock. now iâm gonna make you cum on my fingers, and then my mouth. and then weâll see whoâs gets the last laugh.â
#â©.gojo#tw virginity#tw virginity loss#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo smut#gojo fluff#gojo saturo#gojo satoru smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#â©.virgin!gojo#â©.petra.doc#gojo satoru x female reader#gojo x female reader
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đđđđ đđđđ đđ đđđđđ | BEELZEBUB
part of my kinktober | masterlist
beel canât help but look a little bit too long towards the pretty angel thatâs visiting the devildom. have angels always looked so... tasty?
pairing: beelzebub x gn! angel! reader, contents: corruption, virginity loss (reader), unprotected sex, praise, a lot of allusions to beel wanting to eat reader lol, some size kink sprinkled in too, a little dacryphilia i think, but overall beel is very sweet, pet names (angel) (is it a pet name if you literally are an angel?) wordcount: 2.2k
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOCKS DO NOT INTERACT
Beelzebub watches you from afar, violet eyes trained on your form as you walk around. Simeon is with you, as well as Luke. The tiny angel hasnât left your side since you arrived at Diavolo's palace. You take it with stride, Beelzebub thinks. You never seem to get bothered when Lukeâs high-pitched voice reaches your ears, silently listening and smiling politely.Â
Beel canât exactly remember why youâre here. Something about expanding the exchange program, strengthening the connections. Bla bla bla. He watches you take a bite of your cake. Itâs your third piece this evening. Do you eat when you get nervous too? Beelzebub's stomach growls.Â
He thinks youâre very pretty. Youâre wearing some sort of white cape. Lots of gold jewellery. Itâs very modest. Beel canât help but wonder what you might look like underneath it. Would your skin be soft and squishy? Tender even?Â
âYou need to stop staring,â Belphegor yawns. Beel shakes his head before looking at his brother. âWhat?â
âI mean, if Iâm noticing it, then you know itâs bad. Theyâve definitely noticed. Youâre being creepy. And not the good kind,â Belphegor sends his brother a lazy smile. Beel feels his cheeks grow hot as he looks back at you to find you already looking at him. Your eyes meet for a second before you quickly look away. You rub the back of your neck before taking another bite of your cake.Â
Oh. So you do eat when you get nervous.Â
Beelzebub feels his mouth salivate. He swallows slowly, but it hardly helps.Â
âIâm gonna get some more cake,â he mumbles, making a beeline for the buffet. Heâs barely scarfed down his fourth piece of cake before you interrupt him.Â
âHi,âÂ
Beel turns to look at you, quickly chewing on his cake before swallowing.Â
âHello,âÂ
Youâre even prettier up close. Your skin has the kind of glow that only angels have, your eyes almost light up the room, and your smile is pleasantly soft. So cute. So unassuming.Â
âItâs a good cake,â you say, motioning to the table in front of you. Beelzebub, however, can barely take his eyes off you, merely humming as he keeps his gaze locked on the real treat. You giggle nervously. Beel remembers he should probably reply.Â
âYeah, itâs alright,â he states, eyes still fixed on you. His stomach growls. He hopes you donât notice, but you do; of course you do. Your smile hasnât faltered during the whole interaction. Itâs awfully polite, but Beel canât help but wonder what you might look like, dishevelled and bewildered. How the real you look under all this facade and pretend that angels do. That he did once, too. For some reason, he wants to release you. Help set you free. Let the bird out of its cage. Never mind that heâs planning to roast the bird and eat it afterwards.Â
âAre you hungry?â you ask curiously. Beelzebub smiles.Â
âYes, âm always hungry,â he says, extending his hand to you. âBeelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony,âÂ
Your mouth shapes into a little o as you politely take his hand and shake it.Â
âSimeon told me to look out for you and your brothers,â you teasingly reply, before giving him your name as well. Beelzebub has to hold back a grin as he looks towards the other angel. With satisfaction, he notes that heâs far too busy trying to calm down Luke.Â
âYou know, we could always go to the kitchens. They always make me food if I ask,â he says, looking back at you. You look slightly flustered about the prospect of being alone with the demon as you glance towards Simon. Then you meet Beelzebubâs eyes, and a small grin replaces your hesitation.
âWe have to strengthen connections, right?â
You donât make it to the kitchen. No, Beel has a meal in front of him that he finds much more delectable than anything the kitchen could make him. Which is how you find yourself in one of Diavoloâs many guestrooms, pressed up against a door. Beelâs hands are all over you, grabbing at your hips, waist, thighs. His hands are warm on your skin, burning through your clothes, but it doesnât stop you from pulling him closer to you, your arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers curling into his hair.Â
Itâs hard to keep up with the way Beelzebub kisses you. He kisses like youâre the sweetest thing heâs ever tasted, lips moving seamlessly against yours, swallowing up every little gasp you make when his hands travel too low, too far, too intimate.Â
You break away for air, moving your head to the side when Beel chases your lips. He doesnât seem bothered, trailing soft kisses along your jaw, licking a stripe along your neck.Â
âI shouldnât, hah, I shouldnât do this; I should get backââ you gasp, hands moving to push at his chest, but Beelzebub doesnât move an inch, his soft lips moving to your collarbones, tucking your shirt out of the way with a finger.Â
âWe should go back,â you whine, and Beelzebub moves to look at you, violet eyes somehow gleaming red. You blink, thinking it might be the light tricking you, but the red glint remains. âWhy?â he asks, and you pout, shifting against the wall, that's keeping you trapped against Beelâs boiling-hot body.Â
âThis isn't right. I shouldnât be doing this,â you say, resting your head against the door. Beel hums and kisses your cheek.Â
âBut you like it, donât you?â he asks, his voice sounding almost seductive. You frown, your eyebrows furrowing, but Beel merely looks at you like he just asked whatâs for dinner.
âDo you not feel good?â he continues, and his thumbs begin to rub circles into your hips. âDo you not want to feel good?âÂ
He kisses your neck again, slightly nibbling at the skin. You sigh and close your eyes. Itâs hard to ignore the way your whole body burns with desire, the way your core pulses with need. You want so badly to turn back to the party, but some part of you canât help but wonder what it might be like to stay here with this gluttonous demon you just met.Â
To give in. Just for one night.Â
Which is why you let Beelzebub lead you to the bed and slowly remove your clothes piece after piece till youâre completely naked underneath him. You feel vulnerable, with the way Beelâs gaze takes in every inch of your body, yet in this moment you feel more worshipped than ever. He takes his time with you, kissing down your chest, trailing spit and care along your stomach with each wet kiss, till he reaches your pulsing core.Â
You gasp when he touches you, hands flying to his wrists. Beel watches your reactions, waiting till you slowly let go again, your hands gripping the pillows beside you instead. Beel grins, fangs showing as he kisses your thigh, before placing your legs on his shoulders. He works you open slowly, watching your face intently as your brows furrow and your little pout returns to your face.
Angels. Theyâre all so uptight.Â
He waits till he canât anymore, zipping open his pants and positioning himself at your entrance. Arousal clouds his mind as he rubs his tip against you. You glance down, eyes immediately widening as you spot his flushed cock between your legs, dripping with precum.Â
âThereâs no way thatâs going to fit,â you say, placing yourself on your elbows, but Beel merely grins, one hand finding your hip to keep you where he wants you.Â
âRelax. Of course, it will,â he states, leaning down to kiss your cheek, effectively pushing your legs to your chest. âLittle angel,â he murmurs as he pushes past the first ring of resistance. You gasp at the foreign feeling, eyes squeezing shut. Beelzebub coos. Youâre so soft, so gentle. He almost feels bad for you, that youâve had to go for so long without knowing what this is like. The only reason he doesn't is because it means you've ended up here. With him. Allowing him to show you what it's like. He remembers how he felt back when he fell. How new it all was before the hunger came. Now he just wants to satisfy the gaping feeling.Â
He pushes further in, and you grip his shoulders. Youâre strong, but youâre no match for Beel, who lets you use him as a stress toy while he bullies his thick inches inside of you.Â
Usually, Beel isnât much of a talker. His escapades are few compared to most of his brothers (at least if he doesn't count Leviathan), preferring to use the fridge to drown his desires, but with you, Beel thinks he can change his mind. He isn't like this usually, but then again neither are you. Each gasp and sigh that leaves your lips is music in his ears. He might just forget that the kitchen is only fourteen doors down the hall.Â
He bottoms out and stays there. Your eyes are still squeezed shut as you adjust to the foreign feeling in your gut. Youâve never felt so full, so completely stuffed. Itâs dizzying, the way his cock pulses and drools inside of you as you squeeze down on him.Â
âDoesnât it feel good?â Beel asks, nipping at your jaw. His hands hold your thighs in place as he slowly pulls out again till only his tip is inside you. âTo give in? To listen to your body for once?â he asks. His eyes are now trained on where youâre connected, as he pushes in again and watches himself disappear inside of you. A tiny moan leaves you as you throw your head back into the pillow.Â
He places a hand on the back of your head, making you watch as he fucks you, and the moan that's ripped from your throat is downright sinful.
His pace is slow, as though heâs savouring you. The initial sting is soon replaced with pleasure as your walls adjust to his cock. âLook at that,â he breathes, completely lost in how warm you are. âItâs almost like you were made for this.âÂ
Violet eyes meet yours. âYou just needed to get fucked, didnât you?âÂ
You whimper, clawing at Beelzebubâs chest as tears stream down your cheeks. Itâs all so overwhelming, so completely foreign. Part of you expected something to happenâfor a pair of horns to sprout out of your forehead or your skin to turn redâbut all you can think about is how good it all feels. How can this be wrong when Beelzebub fits so well inside of you, when his cock stretches you out perfectly and reaches every spot just right?
Beelzebubâs pace grows rougher as he licks the salty tears of your cheeks, settling his weight on top of you and fucking you into the mattress. "You taste good," he murmurs. Youâre speechless, reduced to whimpers and moans, feeling like you canât get enough air inside your lungs. Beel groans into your ear, repeating praises and sweet nothings that make you dizzy.Â
âPretty angels just want to get fucked, donât they?â
âYouâre so good, nngh, I could e- eat you.âÂ
âPoor thing, arenât you? Let me make you feel good.âÂ
And, god, do you feel good as pressure builds in your stomach. Itâs euphoric, really, how good Beelzebub feels inside of you. Youâre not even sure you can go back to the celestial realm after this.
Not sure if you want to.Â
Beel watches your carefully crafted facade crack with each thrust of his cock, and the sight satisfies a deep hunger in his gut. He wishes heâd done this sooner. Hell, he wishes he could watch your pretty face morph in pleasure and disbelief forever. Doubt and scepticism look so marvellous on your face as youâre fucked into oblivion.Â
It doesnât take much for you to reach your high, and you cry out as your back arches off the bed and your walls pulse and clench around Beelâs cock. Pleasure courses through every part of you, making your toes curl and your eyes roll back. It takes even less for Beelzebub to follow you, groaning into your ear as he fucks you both through your high. His cock twitches as he fills you up with cum. He comes a lot, so much that itâs dripping out where youâre connected, down your ass and Beel's balls, onto the sheets below you.Â
You lay still for a while, both catching your breaths before Beelzebub pulls out and removes himself from your sticky body. You lay, still in disbelief at what just happened. It occurs to you that youâre still completely naked, while Beel is dressed, and you pull at the sheets to cover your body.Â
Beelzebub grins at your attempt to hide yourself and the way you look so perplexed. You both know heâs ruined you for good now. He canât help but wonder if youâll try to pretend this never happened, if youâll clean yourself up and go back up to Simeon and Luke. He hopes youâll give into your desires, and let him fuck you till you both pass out.
âYou did good,â he says. You bite your lip. âThank you,â you reply.Â
He looms over you for a while longer. âIt was nice,â he says, feeling his post-orgasm haze slowly dissipate as he sheepishly rubs his neck. âIâuh,â his eyes dart around the room.Â
You blink almost owlishly at him, shocked at how he seems so shy after he just rearranged your guts.Â
âThank you for letting me do that to you,â he says, and you canât help the laugh that escapes past your lips.Â
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off-limits
stepbro!draco malfoy x fem!reader
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part two ;; birthday princess
SUMMARY ! as his stepsister, you're supposed to be off-limits, but you're just too irresistible. one little taste wouldn't hurt... right?
WARNINGS ! innocent!reader, soft!draco, stepcest, use of y/n (just once), corruption, SMUT, fingering, virginity loss, a lot of praising, unprotected sex (wrap it up everybody!)
NOTES ! english isn't my first language, so you might find some mistakes!
it was midnight, the rain was pouring outside, and you couldn't sleep; the thunderstorm had you tossing and turning in bed anxiously. you had always been afraid of storms and being alone in your massive bedroom back in malfoy manor was doing nothing to ease your fear.
you got up from your bed, walking towards the door to leave your room. the house was in complete silence âeveryone was asleep, of course. carefully of not doing any noise, you made your way towards your stepbrother's bedroom and, once you arrived there, you opened the door quietly. you saw him sleeping peacefully under his covers, his dishevelled platinum hair peeking through the sheets. you approached his bed, shaking him softly to wake him up and he started to open his grey eyes, frowning in confusion when he saw you standing there.
"y/n?" he muttered, still sleepy, as he rubbed his eye gently.
you bit your lip, feeling bad for waking him up in the middle of the night, and you started shivering a little bit, your tiny pijamas were doing nothing to cover you from the cold december air.
"mmm... i'm sorry for waking you, but it's storming," you answered as you looked at him with big innocent eyes, then you added, "can i stay here with you?"
draco's eyes seemed to soften when he saw you standing there, so scared and vulnerable, and he immediately nodded, flashing you a reassuring smile.
"yeah, of course," he said, pulling his bedsheets out of the way so that you could crawl beneath them, "climb in."
as you climbed into bed with him, he wrapped and arm around your body to warm you up. there was something comforting about being in his embrace that made you feel safe and secure. you snuggled next to him, sighing as you started to relax.
"thank you, draco," you muttered.
he always took care of you during storms, he had done it since you were kids; in fact, he was the only one who knew about your phobia.
he kissed you softly on the forehead before hugging you tighter against his body, muttering, "anytime, princess."
your heart melted when he called you 'princess', it was such a sweet nickname. you smiled as you rested your head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat; it was calming, like music that put you in a trance. draco made you feel things you should certainly not feel for your stepbrother, but you couldn't help it, he was so loving and caring with you; no one had ever treated you like he did.
you stayed silent for a moment, then asked, "why do you always call me 'princess'?"
draco smiled down at you, brushing a strand of hair away from your face tenderly. after that, he caressed your cheek with his fingertips, making your skin prickle under his soft touch. he cupped your face to make you look up at him, your gaze met his.
"because you remind me of one... so pure and innocent and so beautiful," he whispered as he looked at you with adoring eyes; your heart skipped a beat.
your cheeks flushed slightly at his compliment, and you felt a strange sensation in your stomach, like a bunch of butterflies fluttering around inside of it. You never thought someone would say such kind words to you, especially not your stepbrother.
"you're so sweet, draco," you cooed.
draco pressed another gentle kiss against your forehead before speaking again, "just for you, my pretty girl."
there was a noticeable hint of desire in his voice that you had never heard before, and it sent shivers down your spine. you trembled slightly, feeling a sudden heat spread through your body, and you bit your lower lip nervously. it felt like something had shifted suddenly between the two of you.
"i like it when you call me that..." you stammered nervously, looking at him with big innocent eyes full of longing, as you started toying with the hem of his white t-shirt.
draco's hand moved to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him, your bodies now completely pressed together. you could feel the heat radiating from his skin, while he couldn't resist leaning down to place a trail of kisses along your neck, starting at your jawline and working down towards your collarbone.
"you look so fucking beautiful when you blush," he whispered between kisses, his fingers lingering over the waistband of your shorts.
your breathing quickened, and so did your heartbeat. you let out a soft gasp as his lips trailed over your sensitive skin, making you squirm. your hands found their way to his hair, pulling and tugging it gently as a response to his kisses.
"draco, wait... this isn't right," you stuttered in a barely audible voice, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden rush of new sensations coursing through your veins.
"oh, but it does feel fucking right," he said, grinning as his hands moved to grab your thighs while he brushed his lips lightly against yours, then he asked you, "can i kiss you, princess?"
your breath hitched when he called you 'princess' again, and your heart raced faster than ever. you bit your lower lip nervously, but you nodded.
"yeah..." you answered shyly as your gaze inevitably dropped to his lips.
draco took advantage of your consent, pressing his lips softly against yours in a tender kiss that left both of you breathless. his hands squeezed your thighs tightly, pulling you even closer to him as he deepened the kiss after a few seconds. his tongue slipped past your parted lips, exploring every corner of your mouth eagerly. you could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against your belly through the fabric of his sweatpants, and it made your own desire grow stronger; you couldn't help but moan softly into the kiss.
"i want to see you," he murmured against your lips, breaking the kiss briefly.
"see me?" you whispered back, not quite understanding what he meant.
draco nodded, pulling back slightly to look at you, his grey eyes glinting in anticipation. "show me, please." he breathed, reaching down to tug at your pijama shorts slowly, waiting for your reaction. "i want to see how fucking perfect you are." he spoke each word slowly, trying to not scare you off.
you paralysed when you finally understood him and hesitated for a moment, feeling embarrassed of exposing your most private part in front of a guy, and not just any guy, in front of your stepbrother.
"i've never done this before..." you stuttered nervously.
you bit your lip as you lowered your eyes, unable to hold his gaze, but he reached up to stroke your cheek gently, forcing you to look at him once again.
"i know," he said softly, voice thick with desire. "i promise i won't judge you, princess. you trust me, right?"
he stared deeply into your eyes, making sure you understood that he meant every word he said.
you swallowed hard, but you nodded. "yes, i trust you, draco." you whispered.
you were nervous, of course, but it was just draco in front of you... your stepbrother, draco, who had always taken care of you. you felt safe with him, so you sat up on the bed and reached for the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down your legs alongside your cotton panties.
at first, you kept your legs closed, but he kneeled in front of you and stroked your thighs slowly, opening them to expose your smooth wet pussy; you saw his eyes gleaming at the sight.
"fuck me, princess," he muttered hoarsely, reaching out to touch your slick folds gently with his fingertips, "you're so damn perfect."
you shivered at his words, feeling your muscles clench involuntarily when his fingers brushed your sensitive skin. you had never been touched there, so it was a strange sensation for you, and yet it felt incredibly good.
"m not," you told him breathlessly, blushing.
draco continued to explore your pussy with his fingers, spreading your wetness all the way up to your clit.
"yes, you are," he whispered back, his voice low and raspy, as he ran his thumb over your clit gently, causing you to gasp sharply. "so fucking perfect."
your hips began to move involuntarily, trying to find some sort of relief from the pleasure that was building within you. meanwhile, his other hand moved to cup your breast gently, squeezing it firmly while he continued to tease your pussy with his digit. you whimpered slowly, your nipple hardening under his touch... you needed more.
"i want... i want to take this off too," you told him between heavy breaths, biting your lower lip as you reached for your tank top.
draco nodded eagerly, removing his hand from your breast but still keeping his fingers busy stroking your pussy. he helped you lift the tank top over your head, leaving you completely bare before him, your breasts bouncing with every movement you made.
he groaned, trailing his lips down to your collarbone before moving lower to suckle one of your sensitive nipples into his mouth. you gasped as his lips attached themselves to your nipple, feeling the coil tightening in your belly.
"such a beautiful girl," he complimented you, his voice mutered by your flesh, "you're driving me wild."
your hips bucked against his hand, while your own hands found their way to his hair, pulling at it to bring him closer to your breast.
"d-draco... i need you..." you whispered, biting your lip as you felt your orgasm building up inside of you. "i want to feel you."
"i need you too, princess," he whispered, pulling away from your tits reluctantly to look at you, "but we need to take things slow... i don't want to hurt you."
you nodded, agreeing with him; despite how needy you were, you knew he was right. he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, then stood up and grabbed a bottle of lubricant from the nightstand, pouring some onto his fingers before kneeling between your spread legs once again. with his free hand, he dragged you towards him until your spread thighs were seated over his, your hips a little bit lifted.
"okay," he said softly, "i'm going to put my finger inside you, you ready?" you nodded in response.
his middle finger gently traced your entrance and you flinched slightly when you felt the cold lub against your skin. you let out a cute nervous giggle that soon turned into a gasp when he pushed his digit into your tight hole, sliding it in slowly until it was fully inside.
"aw..." you whined, pouting; you felt a light sting caused by the intrusion.
his thumb instantly reached for your clit to try and ease the pain, making you whimper for him, and your muscles started to loose thanks to the pleasure he was providing. he continued to rub your clit gently while pushing his finger deeper into your tight pussy.
"attagirl," he whispered, "that's it... relax for me, let me take care of you, princess."
as he spoke, he added another finger, pushing them both inside you slowly, until they were buried deep within your wetness, to stretch you out and prepare you for his cock.
your body relaxed completely when you felt his fingers curling inside you to massage your sweet spot, and soon enough you were whimpering softly for him.
"d-draco... that feels so good." you panted, biting your lip as your hips bucked upwards.
draco smiled at your response, increasing the pressure on your clit slightly while his fingers continued to rub against your g-spot. you could feel your pussy clenching around his digits; your release approaching quickly.
"good girl," he whispered, "you gonna cum for me?"
your breath caught in your throat, the anticipation growing stronger, and you nodded, unable to speak as you felt the coil in your belly about to snap. a few more seconds was all it took for you to cum all over his fingers with a moan that he had to mute by kissing you as he finger fucked you till your orgasm faded, leaving your completely spent, even your legs were shaking.
"so pretty when you come," he muttered between kisses, caressing your face with his free hand.
then he pulled his fingers out, making you whimper at the loss of contact, to reach for the waistband of his sweatpants and pull them down just enough to free his throbbing cock. you opened your eyes and looked down at him, eyes widening when you saw how big he was; you almost panicked. you bit your lip nervously, wondering if you could handle something that big; you didn't think so.
"draco..." you whispered, "that's not gonna fit."
"i'll make it fit, pretty girl," he cooed, reaching to stroke your hair reassuringly. "let's make you comfortable first."
he grabbed one of his pillows, lifting your hips to place it underneath them, and he kneeled between your spread legs, taking his cock to slip it between your folds and tease your clit briefly while he asked, "ready, princess?"
you nodded silently, feeling the head of his cock nudging against your entrance, and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, holding onto him tightly as you were about to get penetrated for the very first time.
"yeah... i'm ready," you whispered.
he smiled down at you and pushed forward gently, feeling the resistance of your tight entrance giving way to his girth; every inch he pushed in brought you a new wave of sensations, both pleasure and pain mingling together in perfect harmony.
he groaned as he finally entered you fully, filling you up to the brink, and paused for a moment to let you adjust to the intrusion before beginning to move steadily, his hips thrusting in and out of you at a slow pace.
"so fucking tight," he growled, "you feel so good."
he reached to untangle your fingers with his, pinning your hand against the mattress. the position allowed his body to rub your clit directly every time he pounded into you, which made you let out a series of soft whimpers. your eyes closed as your hips started moving along with his, meeting each one of his thrusts, which made him grunt in satisfaction.
"d-draco..." you panted, "f-feels very good..." you bit your lip, lost in the sensations.
he grinned as he looked down at you and increased the pace of his hips, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. he leaned down to capture your lips in a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth.
"mine," he growled against your lips, "always mine," he repeated.
he showed no mercy to your sensitive pussy, plunging into you relentlessly, making your whimpers turn into moans, that grew louder each time he pounded into you, too damn loud, and with your parents sleeping in the same hallway as you, that was a recipe for disaster.
he let go of your hand and reached to cover your mouth with his palm, muffling your sounds slightly, but not enough to stop them entirely.
"shh... need to be quiet, baby," he cooed, "can you do that for me?"
you nodded quickly, doing your best to keep your moans low, but it was hard with his cock pounding into you like that; your cheeks flushed red.
"good girl," he praised you. "so fucking good for your stepbro."
your whole body was trembling, while his thrusts were becoming sloppier each passing second. and you knew he was close to cumming, but so we're you.
you wrapped your fingers around the wrist of the hand he was using to cover your mouth and your face contorted in pleasure, feeling his hard thrusts almost reach your cervix.
"i'm so close, princess," he warned.
he managed to hold it in, though, determined on making you cum first. his free hand moved down your body and his fingers attached to your clit to rub it, which made your pussy clench around his dick. you heard him moan softly, indicating that he had liked that, so you did it again and again, triggering your own orgasm.
you exploded in a mind-blowing climax, your walls convulsing around his cock while wave after wave of pleasure ran through you. your legs gripped him even tighter, pulling him closer as your pussy engulfed him completely.
he groaned, unable to hold back any longer, and he let himself fall over the edge, his own orgasm crashing down upon him like a tidal wave. he held you tightly, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside you, filling you with his hot cum.
"oh fuck yes," he muttered hoarsely, "so fucking good."
he collapsed on top of you, and you felt his transpired t-shirt clinging to your own sweaty skin, but you didn't mind, you both laid in bed, bodies intertwined as you catched your breaths.
"i love you, draco. i love you so much," you admitted.
your heart was racing, and you felt incredibly vulnerable, but at the same time, you had never felt safer than in that moment, lying there with him.
draco lifted his head from your chest to look up at you with the biggest smile you had ever seen in his face. he stroked your hair gently, adoration filling his grey eyes.
"I love you too, princess, more than anything in the world," he whispered, your heart swelled.
the storm was still ragging outside, but you didn't care about it anymore.
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