#tw:possession

[untoldsoup]

Thanks to my unending insomnia I was able to push this update out two days sooner than planned lol. Things are starting to heat up in the story, and the next update will be even wilder. If you enjoyed the chapter let me know, comments and reblogs really help. I put a ton of effort into drawing and coloring these pages. Anyway I'll be taking a two week break to prevent burnout before I start working on the next pages :)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: comic typical violence, inappropriate reactions to pain, threats of violence, possession, fire

Previous: Chapter 3 part 2

Next: here

This is a sequel, Start from the beginning here!

[semisgroupie]

KUNIGAMI + MATING PRESS

kunigami rensuke x fem. reader

wc: 1.4k

warnings: jealous kunigami, possessive kunigami, rough sex, breeding, unprotected sex, creampie, biting, clothes ripping (he’s an impatient man, what can I say?), size kink (kinda), mating press, hints at babytrapping, light choking, hint at multiple rounds

synopsis: he just wants everyone to know you’re his

a/n: part of the bllk boys and their favorite position anthology (will make a masterlist soon)

Kunigami would never refer to himself as the jealous type. No, not jealous at all.

He just hates the way other people eye you whenever you two are out. He hates the way people want what’s his. It’s as if the necklace adorning your neck with his initials never really existed or if people couldn’t see how his arm was always around you. It’s not like he could always pull you in to have an intense makeout session (even though he had done it plenty of times). There was just something more that he needed to do, he needed the coup de grâce.

As he sat to really think it over, it finally struck him.

Breeding.

If he fucked you full of his cum and bred you then he wouldn’t have to worry about the lingering eyes, the stupid muttered comments, everything that pissed him off. But after some more thought he had to think of something more.

He had to think of the perfect position where he could breed you. Every time you two had sex, he would fill you with cum but it wasn’t enough. In every position he tried, his cum would just end up on the bed sheets as it leaked out. So he just had to find the perfect position. He looked through all the positions that could be good, missionary was perfect but you leaked out so much cum. Riding him was really good too but by the time you both woke up, there was a puddle of all the cum that ended up leaking out on the sheets. Doggy was one of his go-tos but it posed the same problems as all the other positions.

Then he stumbled upon a position that caught his eye. “Mating press?” He thought it was just a position popularized by all those hentai clips he caught Raichi watching when they used to live together. That would be a great position. He could keep you up and make sure all of his potent seed filled you up. Fuck, he could feel himself getting hard at the thought of it.

You two had just come back from a skillfully planned date night. He decided to wine and dine you and while you two were out he could feel the pit of his stomach churn whenever someone stared at you for too long. It just made him want to ravage you right then and there, make everyone watch as he fucked you full of cum and bred you like you deserved. But he had to wait, just wait until you were in the privacy of your bedroom.

Once you two were inside he pulled you into your shared bedroom and his hands were all over you, almost ripping off the dress you wore for date night. “Ren baby, the zipper is in the back. This is my favorite dress, you don’t want to ruin it do you?” You brought his hand to your back where the zipper was and he quickly brought it down so your dress could pool at your ankles.

He quickly took your bra off and pushed you onto the bed, “takin’ too long.” He mumbled as his hands went to undo his belt and he dropped his slacks so they looked at his ankles then turned his attention to you. He forced your legs open and his hands went straight to your panties, tearing the flimsy fabric in one swift movement. Just as you opened your mouth to protest the air was taken right out of your lungs.

He forced your knees to your chest and lined his cock with your entrance, he dropped his head and spit on it then pushed it inside you. “Fuck!” That was all that could leave you at the moment, not the complaint you quickly pushed to the darkest corners of your mind. He leaned down and kept a bruising grip on the backs of your knees as he bottomed out. “I don’t need you to say a fucking thing besides my name and how good you feel. I want my name to be imprinted in your brain, you don’t need to think of a single thing but that. Hell, I don’t even think you’ll be able to form a coherent thought by the time I’m done with you but you can try.”

He tightened his grip just a little more as he put more of his weight on you, then he started thrusting. His thrusts felt so heavy, his hips snapped into yours and you felt like you could feel the tip of his cock in your throat. You could barely gather your thoughts as he pounded you with animalistic thrusts. He dropped his head and his mouth explored your chest, licking, sucking and biting whatever piece of flesh he could get his mouth on.

The wet and loud smacks of his hips against yours filled your ears, practically animalistic growls and groans left your boyfriend’s mouth. “You’re all mine got that? I’m gonna breed you to prove it. You don’t even understand what builds in my chest whenever I see someone eyeing what’s mine. Once you’re round and full with my seed, no one will question if you’re mine, there will be no second doubts or second guesses. They’ll know I’m the one who fucked you full of cum and if it doesn’t work this time, then I’ll put you right into this position every single day and fuck you full of my cum over and over again. I won’t fucking stop until you’re all round and swollen with my child, whether you like it or not. Got that?”

He moved one hand from the back of your knee to grip your face and forced you to make eye contact with him when he didn’t get the response he wanted. “Answer me.” He snapped his hips into yours harder, the faint jingling of your anklet could be heard with the wet sounds of his cock filling your pussy. You tried to gather your thoughts, trying to understand what he wanted to hear from you so you just did what you thought would be the right thing and nodded. “Good girl.” He loosened his grip on your face and moved his hand down to rub your clit while he thrusted.

“I’ll make sure you’ll never forget who you belong to, you’ll never forget that you’re mine. You’re mine, all fucking mine.” He continued thrusting and soon he felt all the telltale signs that your orgasm was nearing, you gripped his cock in a vice grip and your legs twitched and trembled. “Cmon my love, tell me who you belong to and you can cum. You can make a mess all over my cock and I’ll breed this fertile cunt. Just say who you belong to.”

Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears as the coil in your stomach tightened and tightened, getting closer and closer to the point where it was going to snap. “I’m yours Rensuke! I’m all yours! Please breed me!” He rubbed your clit faster which finally let the coil snap inside your belly. You cried out his name and your hands flew to his shoulders, digging your nails into the flesh and leaving your mark on him. He thrusted a few more times but your words were just enough to send him over that blissful edge. He bit down on the plush flesh of your tit and his hot cum flooded your pussy.

He kept his hips pressed against yours as he kept pumping more and more cum into you. His hands moved to under your hips to hold them up as his cock stopped twitching. He slowly pulled out and was very satisfied with the sight in front of him. As his eyes moved to your pussy, he saw how most of his cum stayed inside you while your pussy clenched around nothing, like your body wanted this just as much as he did.

“Fuck baby, you look perfect like this. You’ll need to get used to staying in this position because this is the only way I’ll be fucking you from here on out but for now, catch your breath. I haven’t emptied my balls in you yet and I don’t plan on stopping until I’m 100% sure you’ll be bred.”

Kunigami just reassured himself that he wasn’t a possessive or jealous guy, he just needed to make sure that no one would eye what’s his.

taglist: @litepowee @satmitsuplanet @benkeibear

[sweetstove]

[TW:Possessive] Elysian

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

[cloudi-bunni]

Cause I’m a jealous jealous jealous boyyyy

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{how the boy’s will act when jealous}

{all pre-borderlands au btw!}

Tw:possessive behavior, Yandere behavior, manipulation

[Characters;arisu, chishiya, Karube, Banda]

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CHISHIYA:

• wouldn’t get jealous often but when he does it’s hard to tell

• he compares it to looking at window. He watches your interaction as if you were a lab rat. He wants to find one thing about the whole thing and focus on it.

•but don’t be fooled, that’s what he wants you to feel like.

•he does feel the green heavy monster weighing his chest, he just prefers to have you prove yourself to be his even if you aren’t dating

•I mean it’s a given you should know your his…it doesn’t need to be said?

•and if you flirt back he’s going to ignore you for weeks, last time he ignored you for a month straight.

•he hates it but..you made him. Why would you say that to a fucking pathetic parasite, when he was right there?

•”shuntaro why are you ignoring me ? I miss you…did I do something wrong?”

•he will just get up and walk away, as if you were nothing and then out of the blue he’ll start talking to you again.

•You don’t even ask why he ignored you , you’re scared he’ll do it again. You’re just so happy to have him back!

•loves knowing he has this control over you, he can do anything and just like a puppy you’ll come back and sense like nothings wrong.

•no one could control how you feel, how you act No one but him and he wouldn’t have it any other way

ARISU;

•his feelings are to hard to hide

•he compares it to watching someone pour paint over his masterpiece.

•he watches one of your friends shamelessly flirt in front of him.

•he just glared at them as he was Lost in his mind

• “oh you two seem close”

•you go on a rant on you two met, but Arisu wasn’t listening.

•he only payed attention when you just so happened to mention their address.

•his mind started planning

• When they leave he clings to your side, huffing at the thought that they may have been doing the same as well

•he feels like a dog trying to ‘mark’ his scent into your hoodie, letting his cologne ingulf you. He wants to make you his in anyway possible

• “They interrupted our hang out.” “Do you like them more then me?” “This was supposed to be our time”

•he’s only saying how he feels, he didn’t mean to get you worried. But oh when your holding him and apologizing, does he smile.

• after an hour of hanging with you he goes back home.

• He types the persons name and address. Would you look at that they had a criminal record.

• he couldn’t have a criminal get close to you, what if they hurt you?

•Arisu Wouldn’t be able to live with himself if that happened.

•so he did what any good boyfriend would do, he went into their house when he knew they would be there.

•hiding the body wasn’t hard especially not when he’s done this a million times before.

•he comes to your apartment talking about a movie he wanted to watch. With you, he smiles at how you snuggle up to him.

• You look so cute like this so peaceful, you had no idea your new friend was gone.

•when you do find out, he was ready to comfort you. Like he always does, he can’t bare seeing you sad.

•he just wants your eyes on him! And god help anyone who manages to take them off of him.

BANDA;

•wouldn’t call it jealousy, he calls it liking to keep what’s his , his.

•he compares this feeling to playing with his meal.

•he feels the need to prove himself

•usually he wouldn’t care but today was one of his days off, and he wanted to spend it with you. His future partner, he just can’t believe that they want to bother you two on such a day.

•sure you looked good in your outfit, you always did. But the pair of you, come by this cafe often so you talking like you were friends with this person confused him.

•did you know them? Did they know you? Cant you tell they’re flirting with you if you were such good friends? When did you meet them? Was it when he was working? He thought he had you on a leash you told him everything…are you gaining feelings for this insect? No no..he would have known by now.

•he hoped you were just oblivious instead, it made him feel more sane and in control. Yeah you were just unaware.

•” how about another date?”

•…..date? ….another?..he put the puzzles together, and was enraged, at you for ‘betraying his love’ at the person for not getting the hint. And at himself he swore himself this wouldn’t happen again. Not since LAST time.

•he will start to touch you, it’s almost impossible to tell he’s doing it to prove a point.

•he will start to touch your shoulders, letting the touches linger just a bit

•you don’t notice it but the person does

•if the small hints aren’t enough Banda is going to give them the nastiest glare ever

•well what he thinks is a glare, but in reality is just a blank look.

•works in his favor either way. They usually get weirded out, at this point.

•will ask you all about them , what’s their name, where they live, do they live alone etc

• “I just want to get to know your new friend.”

•the next day you come to him crying, the insect died randomly. You couldn’t believe just when you thought your love life was getting somewhere.

•he just wants to make sure your his…

• god help anyone who isn’t able to notice

KARUBE;

•gets jealous often

• compares it to a small noise that won’t stop

• he doesn’t hide what he’s feeling from the person tho

• “what do you want from y/n? Huh? Don’t act like it’s just being friends I see the way you look at y/n!”

•the poor person would stay away from you due to orders from him

•you just assumed it was because they hated you, you cried and cried

•the person started talking to you in private, still wanting to peruse this relationship with you

•the thrill of being secretive made you feel all giddy inside, always sneaking out to see them at night.

•the two of you would joke around, go from place to place, flirt

•you didn’t know that karube saw it all

•he knew exactly what time you came out to see them and knew exactly where you two would meet up

•he just watched , never doing anything. He didn’t know what to do, he wanted to come out and punch them but he didn’t want to frighten you

•that was until one day when they kissed you, oh was he pissed seething when he watched it happen.

•he went home throwing everything upside down, his apartment looking like a child has been home by themselves for a day

•he calls you the day after, wanting to hang out with you knowing you and your friend don’t hang out on this day.

•he grabs you phone when you go to another room

•he finds your friends contact and quickly types “hey are you free today it’s totally fine if not! :>” he thought it was adorablhow the way you texted was so predictable. Made it easier for him to act like you

•”sure! same time?” he quickly sent a yes, deleting the messages he waits until night when he finally bid goodbye to you

•making his way to a small cafe, and he gets in an alleyway seeing your little friend there

•karube can’t help but smile at the thought of finally getting rid of the thorn

•the thorns face morph from a happy one to one that looks terrified. Karube cant enough of that face ,

•“I told ya to stay away but you didn’t listen did ya? Just had to get close to my y/n..Don’t blame me for what’s about to happen I warned you”

•he only really has one rule! Don’t touch what’s his

[pandoriasbox]

Legend of Laverna

(TW: Body Horror & Possession)

Listen closely little ones, learn from the Legend of Laverna so you do not fall prey to her wicked whims. As the tales go, when the threads of the universe fray, sometimes things slip through that are not of this world. Among those is that which we call Laverna, a most malicious being that is not only mischievous, but a dangerous thief.

It is said that long ago one Halloween night, a young mare was traveling the deserted paths of the forest alone. She was brave, not unlike you and feared not the creatures that lurked in the shadows. This mare however, did not realize that not all monsters use teeth and claws. On a dusty path she heard a soft tune being sung through the trees and her curiosity got the better of her. This beautiful paint trotted off the beaten path and into the forest, following the siren song that lured her forth. However, instead of a living creature she discovered a curious mask with long curving horns and intricate markings. Behind the eyes a beautiful blue light shone and seemed to flicker as the song died out with her arrival.

The mare tilted her head and called out to the strange mask. “Hello? Is someone there?” Her head tilted and she stayed back from the object, uncertain if its owner was near. However, to her surprise the mask spoke back.

“Yes indeed, little mare, I am.” The horse stumbled back a bit, shocked to see the twin flames that filled the eye sockets flicker in time with the disembodied voice. “My name is Laverna, have you come to hear my song?”

Slowly she took one step forward then another, the mare’s neck stretching forward to sniff at the air. “I… suppose so. I heard a beautiful melody through the trees.” She cocked her head, ears perked forward as she inspected the mask.

“Ah I’m glad you enjoyed it, I do wish I could share my songs with the world. I must admit I am so curious to see what lies beyond this deary wood.” The mask sighed and the lights flickered momentarily before burning brightly. “Are you a traveler dear? You seem rather inquisitive just as I. Perhaps we could see the world together?”

The mare lifted her head, pondering it for a moment before nodding. “I don’t see why not, with my hooves I can travel quite quickly and show you the many places I’ve been.” Slowly she took another step forward.

“Indeed you could, curious and clever, what a wonderful combination! I promise I can bring you great rewards as well with my song, just come closer and pick me up and I will show you the greatest adventure of your life.” The mask’s eyes glowed brighter and the little mare thought nothing of it as she reached out to pick up the mask from the forest floor.

However as her teeth attempted to connect with it she let out a squeal as the mask latched onto her face. The mare scrambled backwards and twirled around, anything to throw it off. She reared up and tried to strike her own head with her hooves but nothing could lodge the mask from her face. When she finally tired and grew close to giving up she felt her body shake as a greater will overcame her. Every limb locked and she stood panting as something crept out from under the mask. The mare’s body trembled as the sensation crawled over her flesh. It felt almost as if she was burning alive from the inside out.

She couldn’t move her head, every muscle tensed and paralyzed as bones crept down her neck and over her flesh. A muffled scream rose from her throat as a symbol was suddenly emblazoned upon her flanks and with a final flash of light the mare that once was no longer stood in the forest. Only blue glowing eyes stared out of the mask’s sockets as the violet creature known as Laverna shook herself free of the spell. She flicked her beautiful braided mane and stood proudly in her stolen body. Slowly she trotted over to a small pond nearby to take in her fascinating new form. She smiled under the mask, turning her head this way and that before looking over her handiwork. However a thought crossed her head, the mare who had graciously given her body certainly didn’t look as beautiful as she now was.

With a quick flash of light the mare changed, taking on a form far more similar to her host, that of a lovely paint mare and of course, no mask donning her features. The vain creature couldn’t help but spruce her new appearance up of course and as she stared into the still pool of water she adjusted the white markings crossing her body. Her mane and tail remained exquisitely braided but the colors of her darker energies were hidden under the surface of a simple sooty coat. With her new disguise in place she followed the way out of the forest the mare had taken to reach her. Now with a body Laverna could finally perform the mischief she had so dearly missed in her previous life. Softly she hummed the tune she had lured her host to her demise as she jauntily trotted away from the empty scene of her crime.

And with that the Legend of Laverna ends… for now. Beware her siren song and the masks of those who wish to deceive you for you too could fall prey to her machinations. They say Laverna still travels the paths of Jorvik to this day, tricking riders to take her into their stables as she steals away with whatever she pleases before disappearing with a new guise. What becomes of her hosts we may never know, nor if there is anything more beyond the mask. But in the end, is that really so bad compared to falling prey to her wiles? Stay safe and Happy Halloween…

[lckoda]

Dialogue prompt

Been watching a lot of horror and paranormal movies and I love the idea of not knowing if the person is possessed unless they say something abnormal and so one character asks the other a question that they know the other should know.

Especially if they’re a sibling duo who’s family knows something in a small town. So when they’re younger their family always tells them the same story.

Sibling/ twin prompt (1/?)

TW: possession?

“Hey (B)”

“Yeah?”

“You remember that story mom used to tell us when we were younger about her older sister?”

“Mom told us several stories about her.”

“Yeah- but the one that she always told to stop us from playing with fire.”

“Yeah the one where aunt (name) accidentally set the barn on fire and got stuck- couldn’t escape. I remember that as clear as day, but why is that important? Why are you looking at me like that? What’s wrong?.”

“(B)”

“Yeah?”

“Mom didn’t have an older sister who died in a barn fire. She had older brother who drowned in the lake near the camp because he couldn’t swim.”

“Oh? That’s unfortunate”

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[seagullandcroissant]

Eden is Burning...

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The start of some pieces for TH!Uhl AU — I’m dying scoob

[alexanderflowerbird]

Bing bong 💕💖💕💖

For Storyteller Saturday…can you tell a little about the demons in New Faith? Without spoiling too much of course….well, without spoiling for the masses (hehe I know some secrets)

Ooooh Bing Bong They'll Fuck Ya Life lol The demons that are in New Faith are kind of their own varied species of supernatural torment. In New Faith's world, demons, spirits, even angels exist and similar to the mythology we have in the real world around these supernatural entities, they behave in different ways depending on their power, the religion their associated with and what sort of evil they intend to make happen by inhabiting the mortal world. The thing that makes them unique in New Faith is that they are repelled by the body, and there's a distinct effort on the part of the demon to make the body accessible and useable for as long as possible. A lot of the time when a demon attempts to possess a body, it results in a lot of sickness, both mentally and physically, and the demon has to basically race against the clock of the body's constitution to get it before the body gives up against its onslaught. Precarious business for demons. Also, there are certain demons that want a physical form, but despise the human shape-- this results in the yucky terrible body horror that I love to write in which a demon will possess a person and warp their body, often in fatal ways, to take on a more...'pleasing' form for them to live in. When the body has died, the demon can only keep it for a little while longer, demons are 'magical', but not in such a way that they can continuously animate the dead. Once the body dies, it starts to do what dead bodies do, decompose, so the demon only has so long to use the body before it is no longer viable. The demons that Mercutio and Vincente are dealing with in the story are not necessarily unique in their nature, just in their motivations. They have to operate the same way any other demon does, but they're utilizing THINGS to make possession an experience for multiple people at once except for one person at a time.

[blvirisms-blog]

I Think That God Is Gonna Have To Kill Me Twice [ Part II ] || SQUAD

naomi as soon as the scream was heard, harley started barking loudly which caused naomi to jump back and drop it "what the fuck is going on?!"

micah still not ready to admit there was something supernatural occurring, he reason, "probably just us picking up from a dif--what the hell?" his train of thought was cut off from the scream. "let's fucking head back." before the other two could comment, he was already shuffling towards the front door.

verena was hot on micah's heels, not wanting to be wandering around alone.

naomi was trying to get harley to calm down as the two ran off "i'll be there in a sec!" she yelled out, turning back to the dog. "not now, c'mon."

micah manages to get towards the front door, only to see it shut again. after failing to be able to pry it open once again, he banged furiously against it, yelling, "you guys okay?! fucking open up if you can!"

naomi catches up to them with harley finally under control. "how is the door locked? blair shot it open for fucks sake." she now began to pound on the door, "blair! daniel! damaris! open up!"

damaris it didn’t immediately register to her, that her body had been jerked backwards and was now falling through the air, crashing painfully against the wall across from the door that had since slammed shut, far too loudly. it happened too fast- she was slow on the uptake and then, there was that scream. maris looked from the door to daniel- lying dead still where he had fallen, so much so that her heart only began to beat even more fast at the thought that maybe he was- and the door and then, everything caught up to her and she realized things had gone very badly south. she struggled to her feet and disorientated, began to rush the wrong way- her intention was to get back to the door, to the others, to safety and help, but instead, she hobbled the opposite direction.

naomi groaned loudly, "someone open the fucking door!"

blair pulled the door open, panting.

naomi "what the hell happened?" she asked as she saw blair, pushing past her to enter the building, "why did you scream like that? where are daniel and damaris?!"

verena 's eyes widened when blair opened the door for them. "why did you guys lock the door?"

blair "something was- it slammed all the doors," she huffed leading them to where they'd been. "i tried to shoot it and it broke my gun! like broke it in half! then it threw me and the door unlocked," she gestured at the operating room door. "it threw them too, i don't know where they ended up."

naomi followed blair, "jesus christ, are they okay?" she asked, running into the operating room only to find daniel on the ground and damaris missing, "o-oh my god daniel," she crouches down next to him, "blair is he okay?!?"

blair "how the hell should i know! i didn't even know they were in here, all i heard was you guys banging on the door!"

naomi "how are you not freaking out right now? especially over daniel." she turns to look at blair, "and damaris is missing? no no no no, this isn't happening."

blair "i just got attacked!" she yelled, smacking herself in the chest. "it's called shock! jeez mimi, we're in a fucking hospital, grab a book and look it up."

verena eyed blair, noticing something was off. "blair, calm down. you yelling at us isn't going to help us find damaris and help daniel okay?"

naomi "wait..." she slowly got up, giving blair a look, "what did you just call me?" naomi hadn't heard that nickname ever since her and blair quit being friends.

blair 's head snapped in her direction. "what? who cares what i called you, my boyfriend is unconscious!"

naomi "you haven't called me that in years." naomi knew right now was not the time to talk about a dumb nickname but it was too odd to go unnoticed.

verena "okay, can we not do this right now? something really fucked up is happening and you two taking a walk down memory lane isn't helpful !"

blair "that's really what you want to focus on right now? it's not a big deal."

naomi dropped it, still having an off feeling about everything. "well we need to find damaris and... and see what we can do with him." she crouched down next to daniel, bringing her hand to rest on his chest.

blair "keep your hands to yourself," she snapped, dropping to her knees and putting her ear to his chest.

naomi backed away from him, turning towards verena, "she's acting weird" naomi whispered, "you caught on, right?"

blair sat up. "he's dead i think, that or mostly dead. not quite sure. either way, there's not much hope."

micah "anyone here know cpr?" he suggested, slowly backing away from blair and daniel. her lack of care was extremely out of character and he wasn't about to be wrapped up in it.

naomi at her words, naomi began to tear up, "how are you so calm about this?!" she forcefully pushed blair aside, "i kind of remember from high school but..." she laid her hands on his chest and began doing compressions. "oh, fuck."

verena nodded towards naomi, her eyes flashing back to blair as she nonchalantly said her boyfriend was dead.

blair she smacked her head a few times as if she were trying to get water out of her ears. "alright you dumb bitch, i'll fix your fucking boyfriend if it will get you to stop screaming for five minutes," she reached out and put her hand on daniel's chest, reviving him. "now shut the fuck up or i'll snap his neck." a smirk spread across blair's face as all of the doors and windows slammed shut, sending them all sliding into walls and pinning them. "sorry, it's hard to pretend to be someone when all they fucking do is cry about their dying boyfriend," she grumbled, shrugging. “it was fun while it lasted though, i guess.”

verena furrowed her brow as she looked around the room, terrified of what was actually happening. " i always knew blair was a spawn of satan! i bet all of you believe me now!"

micah had no sense of self-preservation and the moment blair began to become obviously not blair, he lunged towards naomi and tugged her away from the situation. of course, the effort was fruitless because within moments they were all stuck to the wall. oh god not this again. quite nonchalantly, he spoke up, "so which one of the silverwood fuckers are you, not-really-blair?"

daniel a deep gasp feel from daniel's lips as his eyes shot open, but his body unable to move. "what the fuck is going on?" he choked out.

naomi tried to move but couldn't. "what did you do to blair?!" she asked, her head pounding from how hard it hit the wall.

blair "hmmm," she grinned, tapping her chin. "who to eat first. decisions, decisions."

naomi "e-eat?!" she looked over at verena and micah with a horrified expression, "daniel do something!" naomi called out as she saw that he was conscious again.

verena 's chest rose and fell as she began to panic as she was pinned against the wall. "how about the body you've so rudely inhabited?"

blair "ah, yes, because she'd be the first one you'd kill, isn't that true verena?" she beamed.

verena "yeah, she would." narrowing her eyes at blair's stolen body. "what? did you think we were all the best of friends or something?"

blair snorted. "actually, i really don't care. i just like to play with my food before i eat it, if that's okay with all of you? yes? good." she sashayed over to micah, running her hand on his chin. "i think we'll start with you."

naomi "leave him alone!" she shouted, trying to break free from whatever it was that was holding her against the wall.

micah still had no sense of self-preservation or reality of the danger they were in, though admittedly, a bit of fear did run up his spine. but, instead of actually acting on this fear, he chose a more....micah...route. "look, ghostie, i understand your desire. y'know, it's taboo and all. what i don't understand, is why you don't fucking eat a chicken. white meat is so much better for moving quickly. but hey, you do you, i guess."

blair smushed micah's cheeks with her hands, completely ignoring him. "you're just a shit show aren't you. so many issues. a little bit of mommy, a little bit of daddy, and you just play asshole to cover your pain."

micah laughed as much as he could with limited range. he was sort of amused with this demon. though hindered blair's hands, he contested, "nah, mostly i'm just an asshole. but hey, if you're going to kill me, can we fucking know who you are?"

blair she rubbed her hands on micah's head. "oh, that's better. what if i punched you?" she chuckled. "beat you up? would that make you feel more at home? like you're with daddy?"

naomi "what the hell is wrong with you?!" naomi cried as she listened to everything it was saying to micah. "just leave him alone, leave us alone."

micah grew silent. he was doing so much better on this trip too. speaking more, being less of an asshole, and this certainly wasn't going to help. after naomi spoke, micah's voice grew dark, "do it. punch me. hit me. kill me. see if i give a damn."

verena stayed silent, looking around the room for anything she could use to help them all escape once they weren't stuck up against the wall.

blair pet his face with the back of her hand. "being alive is enough torture for you, isn't it? i think i'll let you live. for now."

daniel stayed silent for a while before taking a deep breath and deciding to speak up. "hey!" he called out, trying his best not to sound absolutely terrified. "blair – i know you're in there and i know you're a hell of a lot stronger than whatever it is that has you possessed right now."

micah felt no relief as whatever the hell that thing was passed him by. his gaze turned towards naomi, verena, and damaris, nearly about to say something before daniel's voice echoed.

blair "she says... shut up or it will break your neck. oh look, your girlfriend's a smart one," she chuckled as she made her way to verena. "you're up miss perfect."

verena 's eyes snapped back to the /thing/ that was currently possessing blair. "who me? well at least you're right about something."

blair "oh no, see that's where you're wrong. this pretty girl," it gestured to blair's body, “thinks you're smart. i honestly do not care. nobody you love actually cares about you at all. your parents, your fake friends, your real friends..."

verena glared back at it, her emotions going wild the more it spoke. it took a moment for her to get her barrings, but once she did, vee chuckled softly before spitting in its face, a smirk on her lips. "hmm, i've always wanted to do that..."

daniel "if you let us go, we promise to get out of town." he interjected once more, doing his best to reason.

blair it laughed, wiping it's face. "you're a failure verena. nobody loves you, you're alone. and maybe, just maybe, i'll eat bryce and naomi and let you watch."

verena "how am i a failure? aren't you the demon who can't pass through to the after life? sounds to me like you're the one who's the failure.."

blair "i chose not to pass on, you insignificant twit. ah yes, insignificant. that's the best word for you. have fun watching all of your friends die, my love."

naomi started praying quietly in spanish as tears rolled down her cheeks.

verena glanced over to naomi then moved her eyes to everyone else in the room. "i have a question-- if ya don't mind. you said you were going to 'eat us', what does that mean exactly?" verena had no clue what she was doing. all she knew was that she needed to stall.

blair "it means, i'm. going. to eat. you." she grinned. "who's next?" it turned toward naomi. "ahhh, mimi, the bestie. you're running around her stupid brain like crazy."

daniel felt so helpless, /guilty/ that he was he reason they were in this mess. "just let us go and we swear we won't come back!"

naomi shook her head as blair approached her, desperately moving around but it was no use since she was stuck. "god just leave us alone!"

daniel "naomi, relax." daniel called out calmly. "if it was gonna hurt us, it would have done it by now." he hoped his words were true, seeing as they were just dangling bait in front of it. "please –" he begged once more. "just give us blair back and let us go."

blair "you know mimi, blair has a great big deal of guilt toward you. i bet you already knew, but daniel really wanted to be with you and not her. so you know what the bitch did? she threatened to kill herself if he didn't date her instead." she stroked naomi's hair. "he'd still rather be with you and she knows it. that's why she's so mean to you."

naomi wanted bit her lip harshly, "s-stop lying." her voice was weak and her eyes shifted to daniel, "is that true?"

verena "god, is this a shitty oxygen reality show or..? what the fuck do you want from us?" verena was more than annoyed with the whole situation. getting more and more irritated that she couldn't move.

blair "but then you went and fucked that guy in town!" it sighed.

naomi eyes widened "shut up." as if that was going to do anything. "if you're going to kill us just do it already you bitch."

blair "that old man psycho killer! how could you do that to poor daniel? and now-” it put her hands on naomi's stomach. "now you've got a demon baby in you!"

naomi started to shake her head, feeling her skin crawl as blair touched her. "stop talking, stop talking!" she shouted.

verena gasped obnoxiously. "you're a pathetic excuse for a demon, ya know that?" vee rolled her eyes as it continued to try and stir the groups emotions up. "if you were really anything to be scared of, you'd let us go so you could hunt us down like a real entity would."

blair grinned. "poor, poor naomi." it turned, "it's really funny to watch you be wrong all the time," it said to verena as it made it's way to daniel. "and last but not least-" it grinned, straddling daniel on the floor. "her favorite. though i don't get why when she cheats on you all the time with your best friend."

daniel purses his lips, his teeth clenched as it made its way over to her. "nothing your saying is true." he mumbled. "i'm not going to believe a word you said."

blair "oh really?" it grinned. "so all those times she said she had to hang out with her dad, you think that's really what she was doing? her dad is a workaholic, he doesn't want to spend time with her. and you, you're just not good enough. so she needed a bad boy. and to be fair, he had her first."

daniel "had her first?" daniel furrowed his brows. "you know what – what do you want from us?"

naomi saw a tray filled with surgery equipment in the corner of the room. she tried to get daniel's attention, motioning him to it. 'stab. her.' she mouthed, hoping he had seen her.

blair "oh you didn't know? blair was with cristian first. did you think you were the first to have this hot body?" it teased, rubbing blair's body.

verena caught what naomi was signaling to daniel, hoping he'd take the hint, but knowing that even if he did, he would never stab her regardless of if she wasn't blair at the moment.

daniel glanced over at naomi and then to the tray of supplies. it was the /last/ thing he wanted to do, but knew it was possibly the only way they could make it out. taking a deep breath, daniel reached over, grabbing the closet thing on the tray and jamming into blair's arm.

blair laughed and leaned forward. "that was cute, danny boy."

naomi "in the chest daniel!" she shouted, tired of being held against her will.

daniel closed his eyes before raising his arm again and hitting the side of her body, near her rib cage.

blair hissed. "ohh that was dumb. see, i can leave. she can't," it grinned. "good job, killing your girlfriend." then blair's head tilted back and black smoke poured out of her mouth. she dropped to the floor and the hold on everyone fell away.

naomi felt herself drop alongside verena and micah. she scurried to her feet, taking a step back from blair. "is she...." she trailed off, looking at the rest of them.

daniel immediately put his hand over the wound, slightly shaking her body. "blair - blair!" he called out as he lowered his head. "she's still breathing, but what do we do?!" he exclaimed, looking around at the group.

naomi "keep pressure on it. we're going to have to stitch it back up. verena, do you remember how blair did it last time? with daniel's leg?"

verena got up on to her feet, moving over to the others and dropping on her knees beside blair. "yeah, i actually learned how to stich a wound in preparation for this trip. yak know.. just in case."

daniel frantically looked at verena, hoping she knew what she was doing. "she won't stop bleeding," daniel choked out. "we've got to do something."

verena nodded in his direction as she pulled the kit from her bag. "i'm gonna need more tools, we have to seal her chest and i don't think this kit has anything to do that.." she continued to look, removing her jacket and covering the wound.

naomi "i'll go look for something. maybe i'll find damaris and bryce on the way?" she called for harley, not wanting to go alone.

verena "micah, can you go with her? i don't think anyone should be alone right now."

daniel "what do you need me to do?" he asked, trying his hardest to not let the tears drop from his eyes.

naomi "no it's fine. really i can do this." she just needed some time alone, "and we need to save blair."

verena gave naomi a look, not liking the idea of her being alone. "okay, fine. i need a chest seal-- it will be in a thin package. stitches aren't going to help-- she'll just bleed out so, hurry!"

[apprentice-lex]

Thank you for the ask! Reactions under the cut. Warnings for implied torture, descriptions of violence, injury and death, and possessive behavior. Otherwise SFW.

Valerius:

at first he is shocked, terrified for you, though he tries - and fails - not to show it. When the news of your disappearance first comes, the glass he was holding slips from his fingers, shattering. He doesn't notice the blood on his fingers - you being kidnapped is all he can think about. He spares no expense in hiring the best investigators, guards and mercenaries, whoever can help resolve this and bring you back unscathed. At the end, he angrily sends them away, and sets to unraveling the mystery himself. He'll trust no one else with your safety. He can barely read the note, with how much his hands shake when he's holding it. You, the one person who truly understands him, gone. He cannot bear that thought. Meals and sleeping are out of the question until you've been found. He'll also blame himself - perhaps if he hadn't made so many enemies, if he hadn't been so ruthless in his pursuit of power, you'd still be by his side. Finally, when he pieced together all the clues, it won't be guards he sends after you. No, he'll take up the best blade he owns, and face your kidnapper himself. Despite the comfortable court life that doesn't call for him to use his skills often, he's still quite a good fighter. The expression of rage on the Consul's face is something even you  - the one who knows him best - haven't seen before. The fight will end with you asking him to turn your would-be kidnapper in to the guards, instead of murdering them himself, then and there, for daring to touch the one thing Valerius treasures above all - you.

Valdemar:

at first, they don't seem to react to the news. They calmly - and immediately - pause whatever experiment they were working on, then gather their tools and various surgical implements, carefully checking how sharp each blade is. They make sure to have their gloves and apron - there's bound to be a lot of blood. Then, they walk out the door, and they aren't seen for quite some time. That night horrifying screams echo through the streets. Whatever lead they can pursue, whoever they can interrogate - they do, and soon they're facing your would-be kidnapper. There is a smirk on Valdemar’s lips, but it doesn't reach their eyes. No, their eyes are colder than you've ever seen them; how foolish the mortal insect that thought to harm you. That insect would soon learn the error of their ways. Valdemar speaks only once, however - asking you to look away. They need no tools for what they're about to do. They show their true form and true abilities very rarely, and this is one of those occasions. In mere moments, there is nothing left of your kidnapper, and you're safe in Valdemar's arms.

Volta:

Oh. Oh. It takes a moment for it to register. You're gone. For a moment the Procurator expects you to walk into the room and tell her it was a joke, a trick. You can't be gone. No one else would want to spend time with her, no one else would care about her the way you do. Then, it sinks in that you've been taken. She's frozen in place, trembling. Taken? Who would do such a thing? For someone to hate her, she can understand that. But to hate you, the most perfect creature (in her opinion) in existence, someone so kind and understanding? She could never understand that. Finally, reality sinks in. Volta is alone. Alone. She doesn't realize she's crying at first, the warmth of the tears flowing down her face doesn't register. When it finally does, she's panicking. Rushing from room to room, sending for everyone she can - the Countess, the Praetor, the Consul and the Pontifex and the Quaestor. She pleads with everyone and anyone to help, help find you, help save you. She is inconsolable, so much that almost everyone she calls on agrees to help. Vulgora first among them, threatening to crush whoever upset the tiny Procurator. So, when the clues are gathered, the note studied, and the location of you and your kidnapper is finally revealed, everyone is surprised that Volta rushes there first. For the first time since she's heard you were missing, she is completely fearless, rushing to confront your kidnapper and demand an explanation. When they gloat and threaten you, the Procurator feels something she hadn't in a while - rage. Balling her hands into fists, she screams and screams at the villain, not even paying attention how her human disguise is slipping piece by piece. When the others finally arrive, there's no one there but Volta and you, and she's clinging to you tightly, promising she'll never leave your side again. The kidnapper is gone, and only you truly know how unwise it is to anger a creature so starved.

Vlastomil:

They're what? They're what?! The Praetor almost stops breathing, the teapot in his hands and the teacup utterly forgotten, scalding tea overflowing and flooding the table as he stares at the messenger in abject horror. Kidnapped? Certainly not, he'd have heard something if anyone was planning some appalling thing like that, he would have had them thrown into the dungeons or executed long before they managed to actually do anything of the sort. It takes the Praetor a moment to accept the fact that what he's hearing is true. Setting the teapot on the table none too gently and not caring for the shattered porcelain, the Praetor immediately sets to work. Human agents are well and good - but this is a delicate matter and he needs someone he can trust completely; all of his prized pets are set loose, with very specific instructions from the Praetor. He doesn't even care that he's seen in broad daylight, talking to worms. Finding you is much more important than keeping his true identity and abilities secret. After his pets are set loose, he talks to his informants, calls in every favor he's owed - and he's owed quite a number of them. Anything to find you and return you to him unharmed. The city-wide search bears fruit. Soon, Vlastomil marches into the room where you're held with guards and soldiers flanking him - a following befitting the Praetor of Vesuvia. Your kidnapper is dragged away in chains, but not before Vlastomil personally promises them the shortest possible trial and the harshest possible punishment. In truth, he plans to feed the villain to his worms - alive. Once reunited with you, he frets over you and absolutely refuses to leave your side for weeks, worried that someone might try to harm you again. He insists you sleep at his estate and he triples the number of guards. Should anyone even think of harming you again, he promises - his silvery eyes flashing with cold determination -  he'll handle things immediately and personally; without his human disguise, secrecy be damned. You're far more important.

Vulgora:

Oh no you don't. The messenger who brought the news to them doesn't even manage to finish, Vulgora is already marching towards the door, their fists clenched and their face set in a snarl of undiluted rage. How DARE whatever INSIGNIFICANT INSECT that kidnapped you lay a finger on something Vulgora holds dear? They'll make sure the kidnapper suffers, they'll make sure every bone in that villain's body is crushed. Their own guards are shoved out of the way. Vulgora doesn't even notice the swarm of beetles in their wake, leaving nothing but death and barren earth wherever they pass. They march straight to your home, barely noticing the broken glass and furniture as they grab the note and crumple it in their gauntleted hand. As the paper crumples, so will that kidnapper's skull. Vulgora doesn't even pause as they march through the city, interrogating potential witnesses and threatening (and causing) serious harm to whoever doesn't have a satisfactory answer the moment they ask a question. You're theirs, they're protecting you, and whoever dared take you will regret that decision bitterly. Vulgora's violent interrogation techniques prove very successful, and soon they're breaking the door of whatever place the kidnapper is holding you. The kidnapper opens their mouth to gloat and threaten, but Vulgora doesn't do so much as pause - they charge in, the metal of their gauntlets connecting with flesh over and over again, until whatever remains of your kidnapper certainly does not draw breath any longer. Only then will they approach you, sweeping you into a hug - you have to remind them that you need to breathe - and checking for injuries. They do so almost obsessively, and you need to tell them several times that you're okay, and they got to you in time. You could have almost sworn their rage cooled into something akin to fear. So, there is something Vulgora fears, after all - losing you.

[morallygreyprompts]

Hero at Knifepoint by Stalker Villain Continuation #2

Post 1 here

Tw: for possessiveness and evil ‘partner’ if you could call them that. Character death without gore description.

Villain thought hard, and they thought fast. They had to stall, at the very least that sham wedding, give Hero a chance.

“Fine,” they said, stepping to the side. “You win- but you do know they’re already married, right? If you were to marry them right now, it’d be void.”

Hero’s eyes grew wide and they glared at Villain. No, they weren’t married, not even close. Villain’s confident calmer manner seemed to give them a little faith.

“What are you talking about?” Other Villain snapped, “Of course they aren’t- do you think I wouldn’t know?!”

“A.Another country,” Hero cheeped. “They’re living abroad, it was a bad marriage, didn’t last long. I tried to forget.” They flinched badly as Other Villain yanked them closer.

“You married someone else?” Other Villain seethed. Villain saw their fist clench.

“Hey, hey! Don’t be getting angry at them,” they reasoned. “You said it yourself, you know best- [Hero] won’t have known what was best for them. But now you’ve got them, you can do what’s best for them. Do [Hero] a service, bump off that horrible spouse. Hell, I’m sure they’ll fall for you then. They’ll finally realise how great you really are.”

Villain didn’t want to look at Hero’s face, the way they mewled and sent pleading looks. Looks for them to shut up. Villain could only hope their own expression read ‘trust me’.

“You’re right… I can free my lover- we can be together!”

“Yes,” Hero whispered. “Please… please move the knife. Y.You’re scaring me.”

Other Villain hesitated, seeing the gun in Henchman’s hand. They looked to Villain who nodded and the gun fell to the floor. Henchman scooted it away to the side and Villain tossed their knife.

“I’m not here to stop you, mate. I see now you’re the perfect fit for [Hero], but don’t hurt them though, yeah? I’m sure you know you need to look after them now, you won’t need to fight with them any more. They’re yours.”

Other Villain moved the knife a from their throat and Hero released a breath they hadn’t realised they were holding.

“[Villain],” Hero choked out a sob.

“Tears of happiness, I see?” Villain lied. “Trust me, [Hero], you’re going to be okay. Give it a day and you’ll be even happier.” Hell, they hoped they got that message.

Other Villain grinned and dragged them away. “We’ll postpone the wedding until we get rid of this nuisance,” they murmured in Hero’s ear. “You’ll have to tell me all you can so I can find them.”

“They’ve probably hidden by now- they probably didn’t even tell me their real name.”

Villain watched powerlessly as Other Villain took them tightly by the hand and led them out. 

Villain grabbed their knife off the floor. “Call the lads, they’re looking for a car.” Villain watched carefully as Other Villain and Hero came into view, getting into a car. Villain rattled off the colour, brand, and registration plate.

Henchman hun gup the phone. “What the hell was all that about? They ain’t married!”

“Time, [Henchman]. I had to buy them time. I fully plan to get them out of there by tomorrow morning, but this means they’ll crawl back to their cave and wait there while they’re asking [Hero] about this mysterious spouse. Come on, we don’t have long.”

[I’m gonna miss out the search and jump straight to where Villain finds Hero. Hope you don’t mind.]

Calling Other Villain’s base a cave hadn’t been that much of an exaggeration. They had the long-forgotten basement of a historic hotel, or perhaps they owned the hotel too. Villain wasn’t sure but their only priority was finding Hero and getting them out of here. This had already taken far too long, and they could only hope their plan hadn’t blown up in Hero’s face. If they were hurt- Villain shuddered. No, Hero was clever, they’d be able to look after themselves.

Getting into the hotel was easy, all they had to do was pose as a customer, but the basement was a little harder to get to. It took knocking out a similar-sized member of staff, taking their uniform and hiding them in a cupboard to get through to the kitchens. The door that led to the basement was locked, rusty, and long since forsaken judging by the crates piled in front of it. There was no way they were going to get through unnoticed.

Plan B. They took their lighter and snatched up a pair of blunt scissors, retreating to the empty corridor where the fire alarm was. Working fast, they wedged the tissue in between the scissors, set a tissue on fire and held it up to the alarm. It screamed beautifully. Villain hid in the same cupboard as the unconscious staff worker and the building was emptied.

Villain asked fast, dragging the crates of vegetables away and smacking the old lock off the door with a meat cleaver.

“Sesame,” they murmured as it swung open. They just hoped the noise hadn’t put Hero in any further danger.

Time wasn’t on their side anymore. They rushed down the stairs, quickly realising there was no light to greet them. Villain paused in the basement, Hero wasn’t here, there had to be something they’d missed. Using their lighter, Villain looked around. There were footprints in the dark, some barefoot. “[Hero],” they realised. They bent over to follow the tracks and found that they suddenly stopped by a tile. Trap door; a basement in a basement.

Villain carefully lifted up the tile, groping in the dark for the edges of the tile, the best handholds. They gritted their teeth and lifted using only their fingertips. It took a great deal of effort but they managed to move the tile ever so slightly, lifting one corner onto the edge of the next tile. From there it was much easier to drag it away. Beams of light rushed up to meet them.

With one last glance to the darkness around them, Villain climbed down.

The sight repulsed them. Hero was curled up in the corner of the room surrounded by articles of gold and silver and jewels. The bed was untouched, despite a long chain tethering them to the bedpost by the wrists. They’d been too frightened to even think about sleeping. There was a desk with writing materials strewn about, Villain guessed Hero had been told to write everything down about their mystery spouse. But the thing that made their stomach curdle was the mannequin, looking terribly similar to Hero, wearing wedding clothes. A threat of Hero’s fate if Villain wasn’t able to get them out of here.

“[Hero],” Villain said gently. They flinched, showing a few more bruises than when Hero had left them, more swelling as the hours had passed by and now they looked so much worse.

Hero lifted their head up slowly, their glassy eyes widening. “You came...” 

Villain rushed to crouch down beside them. “Of course I came for you. What you thought I meant what I’d said up there? [Hero], I despise myself for that act I had to put on.”

Hero stayed quiet, looking away. Villain pulled them close, stroking their hair. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to stall for time and not get you hurt- they haven’t hurt you more, have they?”

Hero shook their head tiredly. Villain nodded slowly. “Okay, okay, good. Can you give me your hands? I’ll unlock these for you.”

A mistake. Villain was facing away from the trapdoor, oblivious as Other Villain crept inside, making eerily no noise as they landed on the floor, raising the meat cleaver above their head. 

“I knew you couldn’t keep away,” Other Villain growled. Villain turned quickly, only just managing to avoid the blade and shield Hero from harm. Hero screamed in fear and Villain leapt up to their knees to fight for control of the weapon. It was a losing battle, Villain knew that from this position they were helpless.

They fell back with a grunt, waiting for the blade to come crashing down into their chest, maybe even their face. It never came. Other Villain stood in shock, the cleaver falling from their hands and landing on Villain’s shoe. How it didn’t go through and hit their foot, Villain had no clue. Other Villain’s face distorted with pain, and that’s when Villain saw it.

Henchman. They’d stabbed Other Villain in the back.

“You get your filthy hands away from my boss,” they seethed. Henchman drove Other Villain down to their knees and let them fall onto the floor.

“[Hero]...” they breathed. Then they were gone.

“Are you alright?” Henchman said. “I saw them coming into the building, thought I’d warn you. Looks like I came in the nick of time.” 

“You sure as hell did... thank you.” Villain scooped Hero up again, turning their face away from Other Villain’s body. They were shaking. Villain could only imagine how terrified they’d been, of Other Villain, of being lost to them.

“Shh,” Villain whispered. “Come on, let’s get you home. This is all over now. You’re safe.” Henchman searched Other Villain’s body for the key. Finding it, they quickly released Hero from the chains. They collected a blanket from the bed and wrapped it around them for the shock.

“You’re alright now, sir/miss,” they reassured them. “Boss, we should get moving before the fire engines get here. If they see the door open...”

Villain nodded, helping Hero up on shaky feet. “I’m never going to leave you when you need help. I promise, [Hero]... I love you.” Hero wrapped their arms around them tight, hiding their face in Villain’s chest. Villain kissed the top of their head, but their eyes could not help but slip over to Other Villain, glaring at them.

“Thank you… for everything,” they whimpered.

[semisgroupie]

THE CHASE

professor!aizen sosuke x virgin!fem.reader

wc: 3.1k

warnings: college au, age gap (aizen is in his 40s and reader is 21), virginity loss, oral sex (f!receiving), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, slightly possessive aizen, power imbalance, dubcon, slight stalking

synopsis: you make your virgin hunting professor work for what he wants

a/n: this is for my lovely nymph @nymphoheretic’s poppin’ cherries collab!! check out the other links!!

Sosuke could smell virgins from a mile away. Call it his sixth sense but he just knew. Maybe it was due to how many he’s already deflowered over the years. Or maybe it was just obvious.

College is a time for exploration and fun and so many students coming onto campus have this idea in their heads. They want to mix and have a balance of fun and scholarship. Some were a little too desperate than others but they weren’t the ones that caught Sosuke’s attention.

The ones that caught his attention were the shy ones, the ones who never really knew or understood how deprived and depraved they really were. They were the ones that stared at his body a little too long when he wore a particularly tight button up shirt, the ones that always got flustered at the slightest bit of praise for getting a correct answer in class, the ones that were so easy to lure into his office for an “after class discussion”. It was a little too easy how he could lure them in and within an hour their worlds were turned around. From being an innocent, shy virgin they became depraved sluts.

New semesters meant new students to corrupt and Sosuke couldn’t wait.

He normally eyed his next notch in his belt within the first class, it was like they had a blinking billboard above their head with an arrow that said “CORRUPT ME” and how could he ignore that?

Deep down he was a little tired of the constant ease of finding virgins and luring them into the deepest parts of a lust filled hell. He wanted a little struggle, he wanted a thorough chase. He wanted to feel like a lion stalking a gazelle before making the kill. Maybe he will get that this semester. Maybe if he finally got it, he wouldn’t have to look for new prey to satiate his hunger. Maybe he would finally be satisfied.

As everyone started gathering in any hope of a challenge to his usual routine started fizzing out, some of the girls that walked past him had blinking “FUCK ME” signs on their foreheads, others were some that he had already tempted and most likely want a second chance, others just didn’t pique his interest. He leaned on the wooden podium that stood at the head of the classroom and watched everyone come in and take their seats but then you walked in. You looked like you were probably rushing into the classroom, probably woke up late but you still caught his attention. There was a fire burning inside you that he could just sense but he didn’t want to get his hopes up too soon.

As the semester went on, his hypothesis proved right. You were a challenge. You didn’t get as flustered as the other girls whenever he praised you in class but you did stare at his muscles for a little too long whenever he wore a tighter dress shirt. He could practically read your mind as you stared at him but whenever you realized he caught you staring at him, you didn’t flinch or tear your gaze away, rather you stared right back at him. Almost challenging him before he had to break his gaze so he could continue his lesson. Whenever he announced he had office hours, you never jumped at the opportunity. You never accepted the invitation he laid out for you and it frustrated him a little but that just meant he had to try that much harder.

He would admit now that what he was doing was quite creepy.

He was able to convince someone who worked in the admissions office to access your schedule and email him a copy. Once he had that he was able to coincidentally walk by the buildings or the lecture halls you were in whenever your other classes ended. It happened so frequently, you quickly caught on and figured that it wasn’t just some coincidence. But you didn’t even give him the time of day, only offering him a small glance before walking away with your friend.

It was very frustrating but he had some tricks up his sleeve that he knew would work on you. He was going to make you his, even if it was the last thing he did.

He overheard from your friends that you were looking for a work study opportunity or just anything that could keep you busy, but wherever you went there were no openings. Well, it’ll be your lucky day because a new position is opening up with the lovely Aizen Sosuke.

You were sitting on your bed scrolling through your laptop when you saw a notification of a new email. You opened it up and your eyes widened a bit when you saw the subject: PROFESSOR’S ASSISTANT POSITION OPEN. You quickly opened it and looked through the details, only stopping when you saw who the professor was. “Professor Aizen?” From what you’ve heard around campus he was one of the only professors in the English department who never had an assistant. In the back of your mind you wondered if there was a specific reason why he decided to change his mind now but you didn’t dwell on it for too long. You scheduled an appointment with him in the evening after you had him for class.

The next day went by quickly and it seemed like the hours went by even quicker. You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t immune to his charms, there were nights where you laid in bed and fantasized about him, there were moments in class where your thoughts wandered but you had to refocus yourself so you could focus on the lecture. Now, you would be in a room alone with him. To say you were anxious wouldn’t even be enough to describe your current emotions.

You held onto the folder that had your resume as you walked through campus to the building where his office was located. You got in the elevator and pressed the button to the top floor and tapped your foot against the ground as it rose through the floors. You were nervous, you tried to do whatever you could to make sure there wasn’t a moment where you would be alone with him but now that you were in a time of need, any caution was thrown to the wind.

You walked through the hall to his office and looked at all the empty offices. It was completely past normal office hours for any professor and then there was a dim light luminating the end of the dim hallway that came from Sosuke’s office. You smoothed out your skirt and knocked on the door that was partially open. “Come on in Y/N.” You took in a deep breath to try to ignore the chill that ran down your spine when he said your name and then walked inside, “close the door behind you.” You did as he said then took the open seat in front of his desk. The top four buttons of his shirt were undone to reveal his chest and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to reveal his toned forearms.

He finished typing away at his computer then turned his attention to you. He adjusted his glasses and took you in, “Did you bring your resume?” You nodded and handed him the little folder you brought with everything you needed. You sat there in silence as he skimmed through the pages, only low hums and paper being sifted through prevented you from sitting there in complete silence. After a few minutes he put the folder down and let out what sounded like a disappointed sigh.

“You have an impressive resume but I don’t know if you’ll be ready for a workload that I have to handle. I mean, what can you do to show that you’re qualified for whatever I'll throw your way?”

Your eyes widened as he spoke, there was no way he could be serious. How was your resume not enough? You worked your ass off to make it look perfect and here he was telling you that it wasn’t. As much as you wanted to tell him off, you had to remind yourself that he was still your professor and you really needed this position. You swallowed your pride for a moment and looked up at him, “I’ll do whatever it takes to prove that I’ll be a useful asset.” He raised an eyebrow at your words, for such a smart girl, desperate times really blinds someone.

He pushed his seat away from his desk and stood up, “stand up.” You furrowed your eyebrows at his words, why would you need to stand up? Still, you weren’t really in the place to ask a million and one questions so you did as he commanded. He walked over to you and pulled the chair you were sitting on away. Once it was out of the way he walked around you, his eyes roamed your body and you were frozen in place like a fly that was stuck in a spider’s web. He stuck a hand out when he was behind you and lifted the back of your skirt to see your panties, a pretty pink that contrasted beautifully against your skin. “Cute.”

Heat rose to your cheeks and instinctively you pressed your thighs together, it was a futile effort since he had already seen what he wanted to see. “Lean forward and hold onto the table.” You looked back at him and opened your mouth to protest, “I said lean forward and hold onto the table, you said you’ll do ‘whatever it takes’ to prove you’ll be a useful asset and I expect to cash in on that offer.” You cursed yourself for using the phrasing you did, but you didn’t expect him to take advantage of his position like this. You chewed on your bottom lip as you leaned forward and gripped the edge of his desk in front of you. He flipped your skirt up again and kicked your legs open, making you spread them for him.

You shut your eyes and bit on your bottom lip harder as he kneeled down and placed his hands on your ass. He didn’t really say much as his hands explored your lower half, you just heard little mutters. Then your bottom lip was released from your teeth as you felt something wet lick over your panties. “Mm, I can spot the taste of a virgin from anywhere, even over the soft cotton of your panties.” You gripped his desk tighter and your knees buckled as he repeated the action. “Sir, please.”

“Hm?” He mumbled against your clothed cunt before pulling back, “come on, you’re a smart girl. Finish your sentence.” Just as you thought you had a moment of reprieve, you felt his thick fingers dip under the waistband of your panties and felt them go down your legs until they were at your ankles. You took a deep breath and turned your head as best as you could to get a look at him, his chocolate locks were still in place, excluding the few hairs that framed part of his face, his glasses were placed on the chair you were seated on and his eyes held an indescribable emotion.

“How did you know I’m a virgin?” It was a naive and innocent question that erupted a chuckle from the man kneeling behind you. “I told you, I could taste it. Plus it’s like my sixth sense to know who’s a virgin and who isn’t. From my surveillance of you, you only go out with your female friends and then you’re locked away in your dorm for the rest of the time.” With that he spread you open and dove in, you felt his tongue explore your pussy with such fervor. You had to grip his desk even tighter to prevent yourself from falling to the ground. The sensations were foreign but they brought immense pleasure. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as he sucked and licked you thoroughly. The slurps and groans coming from him were beyond lewd and practically pornographic but any embarrassment you felt was clouded by the pleasure you were feeling.

Your legs shook as his tongue explored every fold and crevice and a gasp left you when you felt one of his thick fingers enter you. The stretch was slightly painful but the pain quickly subsided when his lips latched onto your clit. Moans and whimpers of his name left your lips as if you were reciting a prayer, a prayer for more pleasure. A prayer for your new god.

He pumped his finger slowly to get you adjusted to the stretch before he picked up the pace. A faint sound of squelching could be heard through the cacophony of all the other sounds that filled the room and he slowly pushed his second finger in. He knew you would cum soon, he could feel it. These were all feelings you were experiencing for the first time, no matter how many times you pleasured yourself. None of the toys you used or your own fingers could compare to another person’s touch, especially someone as experienced as he was.

His assumption was proved right, your legs shook more and your moans got louder until you let out a cry of his name. Your body shook and he licked and fingered you through your orgasm. You dropped your head on top of the desk and panted as he pulled off you. His face was a mess of your orgasm but it was a mess he’d proudly parade around campus.

“Good girl, that was the first orgasm someone else had given you. Now I’ll give you another but with something else this time. To really show you’re worth filling this position, you need to learn how to take my cock and your first lesson starts now.” His words just filled the space of his office, you were too busy regaining your sense of self in the moment. You slowly lifted your head and looked back at him, his cock was out and it was throbbing. There was no way he could make that fit inside you.

“Sir, it won’t fit. It’s too big.” You took your bottom lip back between your teeth as he chuckled. “Oh dear, don’t you worry. It’ll fit, we’ll go nice and slow.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek before pressing two fingers to your chin so he could tilt your head up to meet his lips. The kiss was soft and slow, you were enveloped in the warmth of it until you felt his cock start to enter you. You broke the kiss and your mouth fell open as you felt each inch slide inside you. You felt like you were being stretched beyond belief but a familiar feeling joined the mix. His fingers rubbed your clit in tight circles which helped aid you in taking a cock for the first time.

His other hand moved to hold onto your waist as he bottomed out. The feeling was beyond pleasurable for him, nothing could compare to the feeling of breaking a virgin. Well, nothing could compare to the feeling of taking your virginity. He worked so hard for this moment and he was going to relish in it for as long as he could. Once he felt you relax around him he started thrusting, the pace was slow at first but then instinct took control and he started snapping his hips into yours. He threw his head back as he heard the lewd snaps of skin on skin with each thrust.

“Fuck, I’ve never had a pussy this good. It’s like you were molded for my cock.” He groaned out as he dug his fingers into the soft skin of your hip. You moaned underneath him, his words just added to the burning in the pit of your stomach. If this was what it was like to get fucked then you’re glad you waited this long, you’re glad he took the initiative and gave you both what you wanted even if you hadn’t realized it.

As he kept thrusting, you felt the familiar feeling build up in the pit of your stomach. You were going to cum again. You were going to cum for him again. But you didn’t need to announce it, not when he knew you were close. All you had to do was focus on the feeling and let it take its course. You moaned out his name and your back arched as your orgasm washed over you. The feeling was even more pleasurable than the first time. He moved his hand from your clit to hold onto you tighter as he pounded into you with reckless abandon. All caution was thrown to the wind now that he was focused on chasing his orgasm. Your pleas of “too much” and “I’m sensitive” only served as background noise as he reached his own orgasm.

He didn’t bother pulling out of you. Why should he? It’s not like this would be the only time he would fuck you, definitely not. He was going to make sure that his cock would be the only one you would take. You felt the warmth of his cum fill you and you let out another moan. He dropped his head on your back as he panted then he lifted himself off you and pulled out slowly. Your legs could barely hold your body up but it was like he could predict every future event as he scooped you into his arms and placed you on the small loveseat in his office. He covered your body with a blanket and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Get some rest dear, once I’m done with grading these papers I’ll bring you back to my home. We’ll spend the weekend together and I’ll teach you all your duties as my assistant.”

He watched as your eyes fluttered shut and he fixed himself up. He walked over to pick up your panties, “hm, must’ve fallen off when I brought her to the couch.” He looked at them with a smile and brought the trophy of his conquest to his desk and put it away in one of the drawers. He sat down and looked over at you with a smile, you were sleeping like a baby that had its nighttime bottle. “Fuck, I just love virgins.” But you would be the last virgin notch in his belt, coming across a virgin like you was a rare occasion and he wasn’t going to let it go to waste.

taglist: @jctaro @benkeibear

[sweetstove]

[Tw:Possessive] Elysian

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

[aphrodite-would-be-proud]

I blame you sunshine anon for this sin I'm committing.

Armin having a crush on you while you're with Eren hc

{ Armin x reader, implied Eren x reader | tw:possessive tw:unhealthy-friendships, tw:lowkey-toxic tw:jealousy | pinning, angst, drama, thirst | modern }

{ "The pool by the garden gate" by Thomas Edwin Mostyn 1864-1930 }

You met outside the library, he's was looking forward to relaxing after a long day with his new stack of books he just checked out, too lost in his own daydreams that he didn't see where he was going when bumping into you.

Quick to apologise, he helped you up. Instead of getting mad you chuckled at his clumsiness after he explained what caused him to not pay attention, and for some reason the sound of your laughter made his heart just beat a bit faster.

Summoning all the courage he's been building up, he invited you to the nearby cafe, his treat.

Armin doesn't do well with strangers nor small talk but by whatever miracle, talking to you at that cafe didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Listening to you talk about the weather while sipping on his strawberry milkshake was actually quiet nice, your voice was quiet nice.

He thought you were quiet nice and lovely.

The two of you ended up exchanging numbers after that, he went home that day with a little more bounce to his steps and a little more curl to his smile.

You ended up texting all night. And by the end of the week, you've managed to keep a streak of daily texts and calls despite your busy schedule. He listened to every voice message, he reread every sweet text, he admired every picture you sent.

And by the second week, the two of you agreed to meet again. So he took you to the nearby beach, you had a nice walk, collected some really pretty seashells and shared an ice cream and he was enjoying every second of it.

By the third week, you called him at 3am for a really important reason. He listened to you despite how tempting sleep was, he was understanding and compassionate, he managed to relate to your worries and calm them at the same time.

Despite it being around 5am when the call ended, he found himself not really minding it or even bothered by it, because it was you.

And by the end of the month, when the two of you drove to a farm to pick up fruits together, he realised how deeply in love with you he has fallen.

You couldn't look more perfect under the sun with a basket full of strawberries if you tried. You looked like an angel in his mind.

He was in love, and every thing you did together just made him fall more and more for you.

You went on walks together, he got you into playing chess and you introduced him to your hobbies.

Hanging out with him was the most comfortable, you'd listen to music while each of you did their own thing. Maybe even watch a murder mystery movie or two after and trying to guess who the killer is together.

Day by day it only got better, it was going good..no scratch that, it was going great actually. He's never felt so in rhythm with someone before, so comfortable to be his true self while still trusting you wouldn't judge him.

So he decided to push things to the next level, he wanted you in his life and to tell you how he felt. It's been three months since you've met and so far you've showed nothing but green flags.

That's when he decided to confess, but before that he had to introduce you to his friends, the most people he cares about in one room! What could possibly go wrong?

Everything, apparently.

More specifically, introducing you to Eren, the biggest mistake of his life.

Because instead of the usual teasing Armin would get for being late to his friend's house or texting them less frequently, It was Eren getting the teasing.

The only difference is, Eren had no shame, he didn't feel a need to justify himself for hogging all your time, for ditching the plans he makes with Mikasa and Armin just because you called.

If anything Eren had all the audacity to pull you to sit beside him whenever they hang in a group, or to just casually wrap his hand around your shoulder, even interrupting your conversations with Armin just so he can tell a joke to make you laugh.

And that turned into Eren being the one driving you back home despite Armin bringing you here.

Somehow and for whatever reason, Eren seemed to latch on to you. Taking you to movies, late night drives with him, even introducing you to his mom.

Armin likes to think the best of his friends, and Eren is his childhood friend, even his first ever friend. So you can't blame him for hoping Eren would read between the lines and take a fucking hint.

Eren had to know, he had to. But he's a good friend, he wouldn't steal someone Armin made it clear he's interested in right.

....right?

1am, Armin has been sitting up in bed for a while, he can't sleep. The project he's been working on is doesn't want to work out right and Armin is slowly losing patience with the deadline creeping over.

He doesn't even realise how long he's been lost over-thinking in his head till the laptop's screen turns black and goes into sleep mode, he stares at his tired reflection.

He feels lost and stuck at the same time, he closes his eyes and tries to clear his mind.

You pop into his mind, he glances at the phone for a good minute before dialling your number.

It rings, and rings, he's getting anxious.

It's alright, he tells himself, this isn't the first time he called you late at night, you actually called him at really late times too so what is he stressing about.

Why is there a feeling of dread in his chest.

The ringing stops, you pick up and for a second he seems to light up a bit.

except it wasn't you who picked up the phone.

It was Eren, answering him from your phone, sounding like he just woke up.

At 1am.

And it was Eren walking around with hickies on his neck the next day.

Armin felt emotions he never thought he'd ever feel towards his best friend when he got out of the shower that day, marks and hickies littering his skin.

Very, very ugly emotions.

Mikasa asks what is Eren getting ready for when he begins dressing up fancier than usual. "Date with y/n" was all he said before leaving

Armin still swears Eren looked at him with a knowing look just before he left.

He tried to reason with himself that it probably wouldn't last long, Eren is either messing with him intentionally or it's just a fling that's taking too long right?

...right?

It's been 6 fucking months, Armin has been counting.

And you're still with Eren, and he's still just as clingy and possessive as when you first met. Apparently the honeymoon phase wasn't a phase because he still insists you only sit near him, he still acts like you're the only two in the room with little regard to what's socially appropriate.

Armin internally cringes whenever Eren wraps his arm around your waist, or puts his hand on your thigh.

His stomach turns whenever Eren whispers something in your ear, his fingers dig in his palm whenever you look away flustered and slighly red after that.

He's not jealous, he tells himself while scrolling through the third picture Eren posted of you on his story, you're laying on his bed, his head on your thighs as he looks at the camera with smug eyes.

Armin almost cracks his phone screen.

"It was supposed to be me" he thinks each time Eren pulls you for a kiss simply because he felt like it.

It was supposed to be him surprising you with a gift on valentine's day, it was supposed to be him kissing your neck after getting a little too drunk, and now it's Eren doing it instead.

It was supposed to be him...it was never supposed to be Eren, it's not fair, he knew you first.

It was supposed to be beach trips and funfair dates, it was supposed to be reading books together and watching mystery movies, just you and Armin.

Not fucking Eren.

why, why would this happen to him? He was going to confess to you, he even prepared a letter and date plans and everything.

It's not fair how much it hurts, how much he misses you.

He knew you first, he wanted you and goddammit he still does even with you dating his bestfriend, he still wants you with every part of his body and mind.

And it eats him up at night, the guilt and bad thoughts of knowing just how wrong it is to wish Eren and you would just break up already, to wish he could just swoop in and take you from his arms.

It's a constant cycle of feeling high on love, feeling anger and then feeling the crushing guilt.

[ares-would-be-proud]

Anon said Is it alright to request some head cannons-nsfw preferably for Reiner being in love with his precious step-sister? Like he has to take care of her so no one hurts her, and who better to take care of her then himself?

Reiner thinking he's the only man good enough for you, his precious step-sister.

{ Reiner x fem!reader | tw:stepcest, tw:possessiveness, tw:overprotective, tw:overstimulation | smut, forbidden love | modern }

{ "Mars and Venus, Allegory of Peace" 1770 by Louis-Jean-François Lagrenée 1724 - 1805 } (ha! Get it? Bc they're also siblings)

Sees it as his own job to protect and dot on you, not letting you go somewhere alone without him by your side, keeping an arm around you at all times.

Dotting in the way he never forgets your favourite snacks each time he goes to the store, takes over cooking duty when your dad and his mom go out, makes sure you're sleeping and eating well.

Being skeptical of your friends, and making his own friends get on edge if their eyes happen to stare at you for a bit too long for his liking.

Bertolt never meets your eyes because of that, even Annie just glues her eyes to her phone whenever you walk in the room.

Will literally intimidate people from even thinking of approaching you by his presence alone, you could safely walk anywhere anytime with him by your side.

And yet, with you he melts at every flutter of your eyelashes and twirl. Becoming putty in your hands with every soft touch and small peak you give his cheek.

His brain almost stops each time you smile.

And while to everyone else it seems like he's just an overprotective big brother, behind closed doors it's another story.

His hand trailing up your thighs under the dinner table while his mom tells you about her day.

His lips kissing down your neck whenever you wear that low-cut top, hands going under the fabric and tugging down your bra till your breasts spill over them.

Turning a deaf ear to your protest's about being late to your friend's house, his attention solely on sucking marks down your chest before taking a nipple between his lips and sucking while flickering the other.

By the end of it, you had to change into a long neck shirt from the amount of hickies and marks he took his sweet time leaving behind.

Is the type to take you with him places, his own personal cheerleader.

Loves making you call him big brother, even if you weren't younger he'd still demand it.

I say "demand" but in reality he's just pouting with puppy eyes.

Since your dad married his mom, he was smitten the day he saw you at the wedding.

Oh and he will literally buy you anything if you play your cards right, even if he goes broke.

Really easy to manipulate if you're willing to play the role of the cheering sweet little sister, his heart easily swaying with the sway of your short skirt, throat going dry at your honey filled voice calling him the best big brother.

Really really wants to take care of you.

Like really, will find excuses to let him take care of you and do stuff for you.

Although nothing comes without a price…

Let's just say what's normal sex for him is overstimulation for the normal person, he has insane stamina

And his cooing for you that you can give him another orgasm, just one more.

You both could be sitting on the couch, watching a movie you've been wanting to watch for a while, and he will pop a boner because the way you giggled at a scene was really adorable-

Even while knowing that his mom was just a room away—fixing both of you some dinner in the kitchen—it didn't stop your step brother from trailing his big hands up your legs, squeezing the plump of your thighs before pulling at the hem of your shorts, an intense stare in his eyes.

"Come here" he says while patting his thighs, "really missed you baby, wanna feel you against me." 

Coaxing you into giving in, not wait for a reply before letting his hands do all the work to sit you on his lap. Burying his face in your neck as his hot breath tickles your skin, almost whining about how tiring today was while his hands rub circles on your back.

You don't miss the curving of his lips when he asks if you could kiss it better for him, make your big brother feel better.

His hands start trailing up and down your back instead, feeling the softness of your shirt, the curve of your ass, circling around your waist before going up again, adding just enough pressure to loosen any tense muscle you might have.

You try not to give in despite his coaxing, mouth in a frown as you stare at the remote still clutched in your hand, the sound of the movie you were watching still playing in the background almost mocking you.

"Reiner can't this wa-" you try to brush him off but the rocking of his knee between your legs shuts you up, making your grind back against them to get more friction as you press your thighs together.

Eyes glossy as your brain gets clouded by the pleasure, your older brother bouncing you on his leg till your toes curl and mewls escape your lips. 

You hear him shushing you, murmuring how your step mom might hear you, only to grind against your dampening shorts faster.

The knot in your stomach gets tighter and tighter as you get closer to the edge, biting down on his shoulder to muffle your moans, your own hips pushing back against him.

His arms get a firm hold of your hips, stilling them as he stops his own leg too, mere seconds before you get that final push.

"Want your brother to make you feel really good? Want me to take care of you huh?"

You quickly nod without thinking, aching for any sort of relief. He rewards you with a kiss, slow and gentle as if you're some delicate soft thing he needs to pamper.

-

And to him, you are. That's why he took you to his room despite the growing urge to push you against the nearest surface and ram inside you,

No, your big brother would never. He sees it as his duty to protect you from everything and so it follows that he wouldn't settle for less than a soft bed and a pillow under your back.

That's why he tucks you against him the second you get on the bed, his back to the headboard with you sitting between his legs, back against his chest.

His hand slipping past the elastic band of your panties, fingers painfully slowly moving up and down your slit before parting your lips. 

Your back arching when they start toying with your puffy clit, rubbing circles around it and flickering it till your soaked panties start clinging to your wet pussy.

Brain turning into mush when his fingers shove into your sopping hole, the faster he goes the louder your whimpers get as his thick fingers thrust in and out.

His other hand put enough pressure against your stomach to keep you in place when your thighs began to quiver, the more you squirm in place when his thumb presses down your now swollen clit the more your back rubs against his hardening cock.

"Fuck- just like that." Groans slip past his lips with each roll of his hips against your ass, precum starting to seep through the fabric of his pants.

He's as desperate as you are.

It's not long before he has you creaming on his fingers, watching you unfold and shake before gushing against his hand. He slowly pulls his fingers out as sticky lines cling to them, looking at you panting with your legs still shaking, before shoving them back in and fucking your own mess back inside you.

You let out a strangled scream at the punishing pace, head lolling to the side from the overstimulation and mind going completely blank.

All sorts of compliments and soft words leave his lips, praising you as he forces a second orgasm out of you, having you turn into putty in his hand.

Too much- it's too much, you're too sensitive and barely able to form coherent sentences, a shaking quivering babbling mess, too high in pleasure to notice the tear stains down your cheeks. Attempting to finally catch your breath now that your brother is satisfied.

If only.

"You're ready for me sweetheart?" He says, voice laced with anticipation as he pats your messy cunt, making your knees buck. "Ready for your big brother's cock filling up this pretty pussy?"

One second he's tugging your soaked paintes to the side, cold sending shivers up your spine, the next he's tapping the head of his cock against your hole, pushing up your slippery folds till the tip rubs against your sensitive clit, making more tears collect clouding your vision.

Cock throbbing at just the idea of your gummy walls squeezing him inside, making his thrusts stutter and grip almost bruising against your skin. Filling his room with the sound of skin on skin slapping as his hips slam against your wet thighs

The image of your knees folded against your chest till the base of his cock disappears inside, reaching impossibly deep till he's kissing the entrance of your womb before slamming against the rough patch of skin that makes you drool.

It's driving him crazy with lust.

And despitet how much he wants nothing more than to fuck his cum inside you, fill you up and plug you with his cock, really make sure that you're tied to him for life and no other man will even think of looking your way with, he will still pull out.

Sprouts of cum rushing out his swollen cock as he pulls out with a wet pop, whie ropes painting your stomach and chest instead, going down your thighs and the curve of your ass before staining the sheets. 

Just have your brain swimming in milk and honey as you take in the afterglow, he'll run soothing circles up your thighs while you doze off to the rise and fall of his chest.

The scenes play out in perfect order in his mind. Yeah, just the thought alone is enough to make him want to go for three rounds at least till he's cumming dry. 

"Alright, spread your legs more for me, yeah just like that."