#watch me turn fingerless gloves into a kink

[vesvosmozhno]

LORD SAVE ME I FORGOT BIKER YEOSANG WAS A THING!!!

Ugghhuh he's so. HES SO. MM. As hot as Biker Hwa is (and I am fucking obsessed with him) BIKER YEOSANG HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD!!!

AND JUST LOOK AT THEM TOGETHER

KQ putting these two on the bikes was an attack against me personally. If you need me I'll be screaming desperately in my room. Losing my sanity.

I need them in ways that would get me outcasted and stoned to death

[antidesire]

just wanna give leon the head of his lifetime, any place, any time. this is a selfish and messy little impromptu piece

disclaimer.. 18+ only! afab reader x re4 leon kennedy, p w/o plot, blowjob, dirty talk, salvia/spit, roughness!, degrading, leon cums down your throat, yum, maybe a little bit implied size difference/kink.

the way the muscles in leon’s arms spasm and flex every time he pushed your head further down his cock was something so delightfully arousing, lustful greed evident in the way your panties became increasingly sticky, uncomfortable.

forcing out a few tears to clear your blurred vision you blinked up at the agent, skin glistening from a sheen of sweat, other arm gripping onto the wooden cabinet behind his back, enough to turn his knuckles white and leave small splinters if it wasn’t for his leather fingerless gloves.

he was being careless, sloppy- you could tell by the way his hips stuttered and faltered after every push. you had to squeeze onto one of his thighs to keep yourself grounded, there was nothing more you loved than hearing his voice become hoarse and frantic,

“fuck..” he somewhat chuckled out of pure bliss, head knocked back a few seconds, breathy moans following a spew of curses and thuds of his hand hitting the cabinet he stabled himself with, before his eyes settled back on you, drooling as you made work of him, head pulling back to let the spit run down from the angry red tip of his cock, watching it twitch, leon’s eyebrows furrowing as he bucked his hips up at the loss of the warmth of your mouth down his length.

oops, you got a little carried away watching how pretty he is,

“please, sweetheart.” he choked out, tongue dashing out to lick his lips, thumb pressing into your cheek as he held your jaw.

“i got you baby.” you hummed, your hand pushing up his shirt so it wouldn’t get in the way, scrunching it in your fist and holding it just above his belly button.

all gentle gestures and soft intentions flew out the window, leon’s jaw tensing as he stared in awe, mouth gaped open as you pushed his cock past your lips, eyes squeezing shut when the tip of your nose pressed against the hair at his lower abdomen. you held yourself there for a couple counts, feeling lightheaded and euphoric with each fleeting second.

“o-oh, nghnn.” leon’s hips bucked desperately, “yeah, yeah, just like that..” leon hissed out, eyes were concentrated on you below him, your legs either side of you, perched on his boot, rutting down on the stiff material, your hips working on their own to find some friction.

you pulled slowly back, bobbing your head some more to elicit some more pretty sounds from leon, it was a little cruel but you couldn’t help it, you wanted to drag every second of this out despite the situation you were in- the mission you were both assigned to.

lifting your head off of him once again you brought your hand up to squeeze around him, he was so hard and your saliva made it easy for him to fuck up into your hand.

the poor little confused look on his face, lip jutted out from your sudden ulterior motives, he wasn’t always so lenient, would’ve been more stern, demanding, but he was so pent up he couldn’t form the right words so his eyes followed your every little action, your head leaning in to place wet open mouth kisses along the expanse of his stomach, tongue dashing out to lick from the bottom of his hips upwards, salty sweat mixed with the taste of him on your tongue made your hips jut against his boot again.

leon’s hand followed in the path of your own, squeezing around it and directing you to pump quicker, and god he looked so delicious, his neck strained, head titled and lips parted for moans to fall from, “stop staring at me.” his lips tugged into a smile amidst his pleasured sounds.

your cheeks heated up a little, softly hitting his chest, “i need to cum, so, so bad.” he grumbled, frustrated, “c’mon baby.. you want it too.” and you did, nothing more you wanted then for your man to get anything and everything he desired.

you nodded, shuffling closer, feeling your clothed pussy rub against his boot once again, nails digging into his hip, as you pried your hand and his off of him, tilting your head up and sticking out your tongue invitingly, being rewarded with what you wanted when you watched the pooled spit in his mouth fall from his lips and down to your tongue, filthy.

it sent pulses all throughout your body, evident by the way you further shifted down on his shoe, “you���re disgusting, fuck, i love it.” he laughed in disbelief, leaning his foot back to press it further in between your legs.

it made you dizzy, but you were determined not to get sidetracked again, “shut up.” you whined, shaky breathes before enclosing your lips around his tip, tongue swirling at the bead of pre cum gathered before once again bobbing your head, your pace much more consistent but quick this time, long pushes of your head to accommodate his size, as much as you had gotten used to it he was still so big, feeling his tip stuff the back of your throat without even having him fully in your mouth, there was no other sensation you loved more in this moment, the cherry on top was his moans getting whinier, repeated chants of your name and praise falling from his lips like the sweetest prayer you had ever heard.

his voice was strained but you could make out what he was saying, “that feels so good, doll, don’t stop, oh-“ he cut himself off when you forced him as far as you can go, swallowing around the tip of him, gagging and sputtering but composing yourself quickly, you needed to.

“shit, you look so cute like this- oh my god, baby..” he hissed out, hips pushed up, feeling like he was about to snap.

you whined against him, vibrations making his hips stutter, sloppy, dirty sounds of your mouth slipping up and down, slobbering over his cock as if it was your favourite treat, couldn’t get enough of the man towering over you.

“m’gonna cum- fuck!” he yelled, voice cracking as his hand flew to the back of your head, pushing you down on him with no regard for your breathing or comfort, stuffed full of him and there’s nothing you loved more as he shallowly fucked up into your mouth as if you were nothing more than a toy in that moment, something to satisfy him, to use to empty his balls in to, it had your stomach churning with complete ecstasy.

leon was panting like an animal, his dirty blonde hair tousled, stray strands sticking to the sweat building up on his forehead as he spews out more curses and hoarse moans as the wood cabinet behind him creaked and slammed back against the wall, his hips jutted messily, the sounds of your gagging and the saliva bouncing off the four walls.

“oh, oh, take it, fucking take it..” he breathlessly puffed out, followed by a loud groan and you soon felt the rush of his cum fill your mouth, coating your tongue and past your throat, trying your best not to make more of a mess of yourself and choke.

his hips were still moving on their own, only calming when he got to sensitive, hissing and easing himself, hand relaxing from your head as he admired his work of you, lips swollen, wet with spit and his cum, cheeks puffy and your nose the cutest shade of red, he was mentally snapping pictures to store in his memory.

you were spent, jaw aching and hand coming up to rub your poor throat, “shit, sorry baby..” he laughed, a little embarrassed at how carried away he got, “just felt so good.” he groaned dreamily, head knocking back as he already replayed it out in his mind.

“i’ll make it up to you sweetheart, i swear.”

[tmwcs]

Hsjaksis this idea has been in my brain for so long but imagine demon heeseung who watches little church girl y/n ever since she turned of age, he's smitten,he wants her but also knows that her purity is too strong and he can only touch her body if she gives him permission,so he has to use deception. Pretend to be someone else to earn ur trust, making u suck on his fingers by telling u that it will earn u god's grace. Overall heavy on corruption if u catch my drift. He will slowly prepare you for himself cuz u r oh so sweet and innocent completely unaware of the pleasures of the human body

”A Test of Will.”

WARNINGS: Unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, corruption, deception, demonic HS x Y/N. Stealing y/n's virginity, possessiveness, secret admiring, cursing, I think that's it.

I apologize it took me so long to post. I got super jet-lagged after our flight back home the other day. But without further ado, here is (sorry it's not proofread) the one shot, "A Test of Will." REQUESTED.

Begin Read:

For as long as you can remember, you loved and praised God, taught to submit into his will whenever he desired or called upon you. As a young girl, you wanted nothing more than to become a bride of Jesus and yearned to remain everlasting and pure. It was a life you loved and respected, being the daughter of a pastor and the wife of a devoted homemaker. From the moment you understood speech, and emotional love, it had always been ingrained in your head to please him and only him.

So, you did.

The first moment you realized the importance of your obedience to the Holy spirit was after you turned seven and your family coordinated your Baptism at the local church, one your family had been attending for years. Donning all white, looking as angelic as the Renaissance paintings, you gained holiness and rebirth as God's child, watching as everyone gathered around and sang praises and cheers. It was a joyous event that displayed your conformance to the standards of God's holy will. Among the chanting choir, one particular guest lurked from above, watching with intrigue. Despite being uninvited, he remained to observe the Holy ritual while being unheard and unseen.

He hovered high above, over the large grand fountain, and watched as the priest gently dipped your frail body in the water, allowing you to rise and take your first breath. Seeing how you smiled delicately, accepting your dedication to fulfilling God's will, creates a smirk in defiance to form gracefully on his dark lips. Now, this ritualistic occurrence was not unique to him, but he could care less, for the event wasn't the reason for his stay. It was you that he was interested in. Your innocence appealed to him, and the strength of your devotion, especially at such a young age, what an enchanting young girl you were. Perhaps he'll possess you and devour your soul while you sleep, letting you die while he tucks your spirit away for safe keeping.

Spreading his wings wide, they rested against the cathedral ceiling; the darkness of the spikes and bat-like features looked as if it smeared the face of the great mother Mary and baby Jesus, tainting their warm faces with the hue of black and blood red. His lithe frame is sharply adorned in an all-black suit with fingerless gloves, while his hair is stained royal purple. Gravity did not affect his demonic nature; no one would have been able to notice him even if he decided to become visible to the mortal eye. He took on a perfect stance of a straight stand, parallel to the roof of the ceiling, with arms carelessly crossed and a raised hand stroking his lips by the lead index. Chuckling, he becomes amused and admires your happiness in becoming one of them, another tribal animal that falls into the pretenses of spiritual love and devotion, neglecting the nature of your mortal existence and desire. That won't do for him, considering he can only devour your spirit when it is strong in faith.

……………..

Years have passed since then, and the hellish guest permanently remained in your life, unbeknownst to you. It was enjoyable for him to watch you grow, molding into a prideful young woman. He admired your dedication but grew infatuated by your stubbornness. You had no problems remaining vigilant in keeping your chastity, but it wasn't easy. As you came of age, you longed for a sense of touch and physical companionship. Most times, you continued to plow through life with your dedication strong and steady, yet some moments you questioned if you were doing enough, feeling complacent with your current path and therefore drifting in thought, wondering if there is more to life than just serving the Lord.

It had hit you hard upon graduating high school, you realized that your greatest wish was to do more, thus furthering your motivation to stay on the current course. Especially after observing your peers, watching them take part in dating, following the natural courses of love, marriage, and family life. You did everything you could to take your mind off it, from actively volunteering in holy community services to leading Bible study every day, but none of it gave you the strength you needed to stay engaged with your dedication to God. Unfortunately for you, he had sensed it and took great delight watching as you tried fighting off your instinctive desires as a mortal woman.

There were times when his invisibility was clicked on or off, depending on his mood, yet it didn't matter for each time that he was present, he remained undetected. Whether it was appearing as the air itself, or disguising as one of your friends, teachers, or even your parents, he gained interaction to hear how lovely your voice became with age. He had found you peculiar upon discovering you as a young girl, but seeing how you grew into the dedicated young woman you are today, he was obsessed. Who could have ever thought that demons could gain affection and desire for humans? It wasn't natural nor was it normal, but there is a first for everything, including him. The last straw was when he lay, relaxing himself on your bedspread, watching as you remained oblivious to his unobtrusive presence. Figuring you were going to conduct your normal routine in changing inside your closet space, he relaxes on your bedding, already knowing that your inclusive habit was due to your shyness in changing out in the open, despite being nestled in the privacy of your room…or so you thought.

It's true, that you have made a habit of changing in discrete areas such as your closet or your bathroom, but time has an effect on everyone, even God's most dutiful child. Sure, you were still fruitful and pure, but as you matured, you found it nearly silly

you weren't as shy as you were before. You were a fully, blossomed young woman who helped and loved her family and had prospects to attend the university of your choice in the oncoming months, all with the attending hopes of joining a nunnery and becoming a bride of his holiness.

His brow raises when he notices you undressing. Shifting his gaze, he looked confused for a moment as you broke out of your traditional habit, and stripped off your clothing delicately until you reached full nudeness. It takes a lot for him to become shaken, it's never happened before, but you accomplished a feat that many, including the demons of Hell, found impossible to achieve. There he lay, iris expanding and glowing red as he noted the suppleness of your soft skin, how you tenderly removed your skirt, blouse, and the undergarments that cradled your luscious breasts and the simple white lace that protected the heart of your core. It was at that moment for the first time since he discovered you, he realized that he was not just intrigued, but obsessed with having you. His infatuation develops into something deeper and stronger upon seeing your bare form, he had to keep you, shower you with his darkness, and hide your lightened heart away for only him to admire.

………………

"Y/N, come here sweetheart, and meet the new priest who has graciously volunteered his services to our church."

You had just returned from your college orientation and noted an unfamiliar umbrella staged by the front door upon entry. Your steps were timid, but you approached the living room steadily, catching sight of your mother and father both speaking to a tall figure, with his back facing you. Your mother catches your entry and bids you to introduce yourself, and you had every means of doing so gracefully, until he turned around.

"Y/N, this is Father Ethan, he has come from far away and is blessing our church with his devotion and preaching of God." Your father added on, continuing your mother's praise of the rather young-looking man that stood before you. He had dark, shiny black hair, was lean, and had a handsome face; for a priest, he was unlike any holy servant you had ever seen before. He was Asian, though you couldn't pinpoint which national region his ethnic background came from, and didn't probe to ask as it would have been too rude. You smiled sweetly and finally gulped faith before emitting your first words in greeting him.

"It's…nice to meet you, Father Ethan. My name is Y/N…."

"Well hello, it's very nice to finally meet you, Y/n. Your parents were spending the last hour boasting about you."

Looking over to your parents, Father Ethan displays a sly smirk as he crosses his arms and swings his body before returning his gaze to your direction. Your parents nod with approval and gleam proudly. You couldn't be entirely sure but there was something strange about your meeting with Father Ethan; there was an unusual level of attraction that you felt towards, and from him.

The next day, you carried out your diligent duties in leading Bible study for the younger age group. Walking in, you immediately became aware of the stark emptiness inside; no one was around, yet the candles were lit. Making your way down the aisle, you looked around and peeked between the benches, only to find that the main hall was just as empty. You stood before the holy cross, admiring the small statues and chalices that decorate the platform where the priest conducted his prayer and Biblical lecture, when suddenly a deep voice emerges from behind you. "You're here for Bible study?"

Sharply turning, you set your eyes on Father Ethan. He stood straight and tall, wearing a casual black suit with a white undershirt, partially unbuttoned. "Oh, I'm sorry Father, I didn't know you were here."

"Pay no mind, and no need to apologize." he slyly smiles in response.

Surrendering a faint nod, you smiled sweetly before clearing your throat. "Are the children here?"

"Oh you mean the ones you're leading for the lecture? I'm afraid not, everyone had prior engagements set in stone and couldn't make it."

Stroking his chin, he flares his infamous smirk once more, locking his gaze and finding you heavenly and delectable.

"You know…y/n….your diligence and faith towards God is astonishing."

"It is?"

"Mmhmm…I wonder if there is anything you wouldn't do, all in the name of your love for him."

Your eyes slightly widen as you lean in, enhancing the value of your statement. "There isn't…I would do anything to show my loyalty and to become closer, I intend to be a bride of God."

"You want to be a nun?"

Nodding, you shifted your gaze to the side upon feeling his gaze examining you with intrigue.

"Interesting." Walking towards you, his hand reaches down and gently cups your cheek. Just as he expected, your skin was soft and supple, the strands of your hair grazing against his knuckle felt like silk threads, and you warmed his coldness in an instant. "Hm…pretty."

You were taken aback by his statement, as he displays a devious smile. "No-no…it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you…in fact, I'm here to help you to get closer…"

"Closer to God?" your eyes began to water, yet you couldn't help it, you became curious by his rather bold statement. Chuckling, he bites down on his lower lip and steps back. "You wanna see proof?… You wanna see a miracle…y/n?"

Nodding once more, you watch as he takes one of the empty chalices in his hand and flicks it. The chime of the brass echoes through the main hall and into the massive foyer. Presenting it to you, you gently cradle the cup in both hands and become stunned upon seeing that the chalice was filled with blood-red wine. "I-is….is this?…. How?" You snapped your gaze over to him, curious for an explanation as you were quite sure the chalice was empty a moment ago.

"Are…you an….are you an angel?… Father Ethan?"

"Something like that." tilting his head, he continues to flash his devilish smile before whispering once again, "Something….like that."

Looking down at the chalice, you smile softly. "Can I ask why you're here?"

Playfully rolling his eyes to the side, he shrugs his shoulders before emitting an answer. "Just here to help preach his desire."

"….What is his desire?"

"You really want to know?"

"…..Yes…."

Snapping his hand forward, he snags your wrist and rapidly pulls you close, pressing you chest to chest. "First…." he softly lets out into your ear before he slowly licks the nook of your neck.

"Father! W-what…!"

"Shh….I said…everything is going to be alright…don't you trust me?….If you don't, I guess I can leave and you'll be forever marked in his eye as someone who went against his will…."

Gasping, you desperately voiced out your objection. "No! That's not true! I would do anything for him, even if it meant giving up my happiness. That's how much I love him."

"Huh…that right?" Rolling his tongue, he tilts his head and peers his gaze into yours. "You know what would make him happy?"

"….No…would you tell me?"

"Its easier if I showed you…come here."

Gripping your shoulders, he straightens your posture and squares you up with his frame. He leans in and places a soft and sensual kiss on your neck, stirring a vibrating sense to riddle deep inside your gut. Giving you the thrill of passion, he presses his parted lips against yours and harshly breathes out, coating your skin with the warmth of his exhale. Slowly, his tongue trails through his mouth, feeding its way through your lips and smears his saliva over your tongue and cheek. Your brows furrow in fear and worry, but slowly transitions into delight once you reminded yourself of how Father Ethan was bringing you closer to God, or so he says. No one could blame you, after all, seeing his talent with what he did to the chalice was proof enough that he was not an ordinary person. But what was he exactly?

Your thoughts were interrupted when his grip changes, holding your firmly by your waist while he buries his tongue deeper. As soon as you let out a gasping moan, he takes things a step further by smoothing his palms over every curve of your body. Hesitant, you try to push yourself away, yet his hold on you remained strong and he continues to shower you with the passion of his sinful touch. "Stay close to me, I promise I'll show you heaven."

"O-okay…." you faintly whispered, unable to make any sense of what was going on. You knew that what he was doing was a sin, something your parents had warned you to avoid. However, when he began feeding his hand under the hem of your dress, and smother your neck and chin with his dangerous kisses, you faltered at the sensation, keeping in mind that you were displaying your loyalty to God and his will.

"F-Father Ethan…I…I can't breathe…" you whimper as he forces your head to tilt back, allowing him a wider range to lick and nibble the skin on your throat. "It's okay, I'll fix that in a second." He mumbles.

Turning you around, he was abrupt and rough with his movements, he could tell that you didn't seem to mind, at least it didn't sound like it. Since he started to rub your inner thighs, your pitch sounded more pleasurable and less fearful. Either you were too trusting towards him, or you were melting at the feeling of being ravished by his hands and mouth.

Piercing your entry, you gasped in shock upon realizing that his hand had made its way under your panties, taking advantage of your partially exposed cavity. "Wait! Wh-what are you doing!?" you gasped out, placing your hands on his shoulders as he inserts his fingers, lifting you upwards in the process. "Dont worry…its all in his will, remember?" Father Ethan smirks as he burrows his face into your neck, groaning against your skin. "You wanna be closer to heaven, riiiiight?" Gripping a handfull of your hair, he forcefully tilts your head to the side and bites, "Ah! That hurts!" Resetting your position, he looks down at you under heavy lids, his smirk completley gone but the lust in his eye remains. "Tell you what, if you're good, I'll show you my wings."

You looked up, completely bewildered. "You have…wings?" He nods his head as he pets your hair, it was at that moment you were convinced he really was an angel. Sensing your instant will and obedience, he ignores in confirming the validity of your submission and instead, turns you around while ripping your dress in half. Shredding off your undergarments, you cover yourself as you stood fully nude with his frame pressing against you from behind. "Did you know that you've been lied to all your life?" kissing your back, he leaves a lengthy trail down your spine as he plasters his lips onto your skin.

"W-what do you mean?" You ask in all earnesty, trying to refrain from releasing your desperate moans of pleasure as you relish in the sensation of each kiss. With his lips pressed onto your lower back, he grips the back of your thighs before mumbling against you, giving a slight tickle. "God would never demand that his creations to be so ignorant as to dismiss their instinctive will to learn the life lessons of pleasure, pain, and happiness. It's what humans are meant to do in their short lifespan." Biting down, you felt the sting of his demeanor on the back of your shoulder. "I'm sure he appreciates the spiritual faith in his name, but what good is flesh and blood if not without the practice of tasting, feasting, and desiring the need to touch and be touched."

Counterattacking his resolve, you whimper your words, trying your best to maintain composure. "Flesh and blood is all but a facade, its our will that remains everlasting and true."

Chuckling, you feel his teeth against the back of your neck as he responds in amusement. "Hmph…that right? Well then princess, let's see if we can break that will of yours."

He wastes no time and begins to insert his lengthy shaft into your womanhood. Even though you hadn't given him consent, you weren't resisting to the act, so long as he kept his promise in bringing you closer to God, among other things. True, you wanted to be closer, you wanted to see Father Ethan's wings, and you wanted to enter heaven, but there was also the longing built up within you that desired for him to do more. The feeling of his thickness filling you became the most painful and pleasurable sensation you've ever felt; you nearly questioned how you could have gone so long without experiencing it, when a quick thrust on his part pinched you with sharp pain.

"Ugh….it-it hurts! F-Father Ethan…."

"Call me Heeseung baby." Be breathes out in a low groan.

"He-Heeseung?"

Noting your perfect pronunciation, he showers you with praise as he continues to lick your neck. "Very good. You have a gift of tongues, don't you?"

Fully leaned forward, he coats your back with his chest, sealing his muscle as he stuffs his entire girth in between your wet folds. "Ready to see Heaven?"

You hesitated for a second, but nodded as your body shook vigorously from the immense pressure. "Alrighty then." he smirks, just as he starts his thrusts back up. "Wow…you're fucking perfect, aren't you?"

He starts slow, but picks up the pace as he continues to pump his lengthy cock in and out of your entry. The bulging tip harshly taps against a sweet spot that lays dormant inside of you, something you never knew existed until now. In and out, he steadily increases the pace, the sound of your skin wrapping his, squelching as he thrusts ferociously with the hidden intentions of staining your internal spirit with the darkness of Hell. He goes faster, your body jolts forward as he slams his cock deep inside each time, with his thighs slamming against your own and his groin popping against your derriere. Lost in the whirlpool of erotic pleasure, your moans were interrupted as you felt his fingers crawling up, around your neck, and onto you chin. Tapping his finger against your lips, he lets out an indiscriminate tone and smirks out another one of his chuckles. "Open." Bidding to his demand, you part your lips and watch as he slips his index in and rubs the inside of your cheek. "Good girl…"

Just as you started to question his claims, his voice punctures your thoughts when he asks you, "Can you see them?"

Never losing his momentum, he continues to pump his cock, disrupting the tightness and elasticity of your feminine virtue, jerking your body back and forth from his performance. Confused by his formulation, you were about to bid him to elaborate when suddenly you saw the glowing of spheres surrounding your bodies. Thrusting, your body motions forward and back as he pulls you by the hips, making it nearly impossible for you to admire the majestic beauty of what appeared to be stars, encircling you.

"W-what….ugh!"

"I told you, didn't I?…I'd show you heaven…"

Seeing the evidence of what you could only surmise as divine intervention, you submit fully by extending your arms overhead and plastering your forearms against the wall, spreading your legs even more and allowing him unbarricaded access. Arching your back, you perk your rear cheeks upward, wanting to see and feel more.

"Yeah? Bet you wanna see more, don't you?" he scoffs in between his growls. Nodding, you bend and submit every inch of your will and begged him to do more. "Huh….if only everyone you know could see you right now….what would dear mommy and daddy think if they were to see their precious daughter getting fucked…hmm?" Following his words, he speeds up his thrusts as he firmly grips the center of your throat. "Keep yourself steady baby….you feel so fucking tight like this."

Following his instructions, you keep yourself arched as you feel his thrusts going in deeper and harder. His fingers rubbing the side of your neck as he holds you down, pinning you against the wall while he takes advantage in fully penetrating you. The more he did, the more you saw. Soon the entire hall was filled with the glowing spheres; you watched as they fluttered around and looked too beautiful to be real. They had to be angels; small and delicate cherubs that were enhancing the legitimacy of his claims.

In between your pleading moans, you faintly smile as you felt wholesome in seeing what others could not, all due to giving yourself up to this man. Letting him continue, he delightfully takes you in and punctures your entry for hours, painting your skin blue, purple, and red by his licks and nibbles. He kept going and going, your body became numb and the pleasure wore off, the only thing you could feel at this point was prickling pain and sting, yet each time he sensed your weakened state, he taunted you with his words, teasing as he scoffs them out. "Are you giving up on me? Should I stop?"

You shook your head every single time, maintaining your stance so that you could continue to be closer to your faith, to which he would respond with a chuckle, and a dark decree. "Gonna fucking break you to pieces, girl."

You barely had enough time to process his word's let alone respond, all due to his last and final effort in increasing his speed. "Oh fuck you feel so good…going to make me cum."

With tears staining your cheeks, you shook your head as you helplessely leaned your head against the wall's surface, already having done too much to suddenly stop now, not that he would ever let you. Punching your internal gut, he goes faster, deeper, and harder. Your breasts bounce fiercly as your hair flies forward, your skin tainted red as he drags his nails and digs them in. Reaching your breaking point, a sharp, stabbing sensation pierces your clit as overstimulation takes effect from the constant throbbing of his cock. "Please! No more! I-I cant!"

Your scream was all he needed to hear before he releases, fully submerging his cock deep as he groans into your ear. "My little slut...you feel me turning us into parents?" Filling you, your walls become stained by the creaminess of his seed, the warmth of it all eases you inside and out. When he was finally done, he slowly exits, releasing his grip and letting you drop to the floor. You whimper as you lay weakened, your womanhood destroyed and beaten, and all he did was stand feircly tall as he smiled deviously. Grabbing hold of his cock, he slowly strokes it as he watches you faintly struggle up. "How pretty…I'm going to have fun keeping you all to myself."

Looking up, you tearfully watch as his blackened hair turns purple, his eyes glowed dangerously red, and his lips darken. The white spheres around suddenly turned black, formulating into wild shapes of various demons with jagged teeth and elongated tongues that practically reached the floor. Beyond frightened, you gasped out a series of whimpers as you used your arms to back away, only to meet with the wall behind.

"What?…Scared?" he chuckles, taking his steps closer to you. "Didn't I promise to show you my wings? My pretty...pretty....pretty wife..."

Furrowing your brows, you looked at him mercifully when he abruptly stretches his neck. From left to right, a series of cracks could be heard as he hovers his chin over each shoulder, his lids remained partially shut, revealing the rolling of his eyes towards the back of his head; with a subtle groan, he releases his bat-like wings as they extend high and wide. Covering your mouth, you gasp in horror as you begin to sob hysterically. What have you done? Who was he and just what did you allow him to do to you? The entire afternoon spent with him taking away your purity.

"Y-you're….you're not an angel…." you muttered out, watching as he reopens his eyes and tilts his head. Gazing at you with a smirk that pitied your oblivious state of mind, his eyes drift and takes in the miraculous sight of you from head to toe. He loved how broken and helpless you looked, trapped against the wall as you attempt to cover your breasts and bring your closed legs in. With a pleading tone, you asked with sweet innocence in your voice as your eyes pushed out fresh tears. "A-are you….the Devil?"

Smirking, he takes in a final step and kneels down before you, leaning in for a kiss. Holding your head steady by a fistful of hair, he gently pulls your head back, and whispers before sealing your fate eternally, having special plans in store for when he brings you back home with him, leaving you unfound and forever a mystery in the world you were born into.

With a deep tone, his lips brush against your own as he responds…

"Something like that…"

Taglist: aiden2001 , heeseung-min , lathan1510 , rayofsunshineeee

[dilanmoodboards]

Kinktober Day 8: Glove Kink

Paring: Kevin Nash / Scott Hall

NSFW; +18; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: Scott and Kevin have a little fun while still wearing their ring gear

Tags: Kinktober 2024; Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot; Hand Job; Blow Job; Glove Kink; Leather Kink; Thigh Riding

Notes: English is not my first language and I'm dyslexic af, so feel free to correct anything. Comments are always welcome.

Kinktober Masterlist

Word Count: 658

Scott choked out a moan as his head hit the supply closet door. Kevin’s gloved hand was rubbing his dick over his trunks and he needed more. The taller man was kissing him, pressing him into the door, with one of his strong thighs between Scott’s legs. Both of them were still wearing their wrestling gear and Scott had to admit seeing Kev in his Diesel gear was having a very strong effect on him, especially that goddamn fingerless leather glove.

“Fuck Kev… touch me…” Scott’s voice was breathy as he begged, trying to buck into Kevin’s hand. The taller man fished Scotty’s dick from his trunks, rubbing his dick, then he let go in order to take off his glove, but Scott stopped him. “Keep it on.” The simple fire in Scott’s eyes as he said that instantly convinced Kevin to not take it off. “Oh, someone got a kink that you didn’t tell me about?” As Kev said that, he grabbed Scot’s cock with his gloved hand.

Scotty let out a moan as the smooth leather of the glove touched his aching member, Kevin squeezed and pumped his cock, rubbing his thumb over the head spreading the precum. “Ah… fuck… don’t stop.” Scotty continued to moan and beg as he bucked his hips into Kevin’s hand.

“Shit I’m close…” At that Kevin took his hand away, making Scotty whine and try to chase Kev’s hand. “Fuck you…” Scott hit his head on the door with frustration. Kevin just laughed. “Come on big man, if you want something you gotta work for it.” As Kev said that, he took his hand away and licked it, tasting Scotty’s precum and the bitter taste of the leather.

Scott’s pupils went wide as he watched the scene before him. At that he couldn’t contain himself, he grabbed the other man's hips, twisting the two of them so that now Scott was pressing Kevin into the door. Scotty used the opportunity to straddle Kevin’s thighs and started rubbing himself there. The larger man just smiled, shoving his gloved hand into his pants and starting to rub himself.

That prompted Scotty to go even faster, he also started to trail kisses all over Kev’s neck and chest, rubbing his hands over his nipples, that Scott knew were rather sensitive. At that Kevin moaned he took his hand out of his pants and showed them to Scott. The other man understood what he was getting at and instantly moved his mouth so he could lick Kevin’s hand. The moment the bitter taste of the leather mixed with Kevin’s own precum had Scott cuming all over Kev’s thighs in seconds.

As he recovered from his orgasm he went to his knees. Kevin looked down at Scott, threading his fingers through Scotty’s hair and smiled. Scott smiled back sweetly, but soon enough it turned playful. 

Scott first licked the trail of cum he had left on the larger man’s thighs, then licked him through the bulge in his pants. Kevin moaned as he hit his head on the door and lightly pulled on Scotty’s hair. Then Scott finally took Kev’s member out of his pants, sucking and licking at the tip, before taking him as far as he could without gagging. They continued like that for a while, Scotty taking more and more of Kevin’s member as he managed.

“Fuck Scotty… I’m going to cum.” Scott hummed, sending vibrations up Kevin’s cock, which prompted him to cum. Scott swallowed his cum, as he got up Kevin pulled him into a bruising kiss. 

As they tidied themselves up, they heard a knock at the door and laughs coming from behind it. “Are you two done?” That was certainly Shawn. “Yeah, we want to go to the hotel.” Kid shouted and they both laughed. “Were you two weirdos listening behind the door?” Kevin said as he opened the door. “Maybe.” Shawn gave a sly grin and laughed. 

[spookiekewchie]

Christ Is Comin', And So Am I

—even he would martyr his mama to ride to hell between those thighs...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: demon!Andy Barber x woc!reader

Summary: It's Halloween night, and your costume has your demonic lover reconsidering letting you out the house.

READ: LOSING MY RELIGION

Word Count: 4k+

Warnings: general language warning, dubcon, soft dark demon!andy, , religion, roleplay, breeding, degrading language, dumbification, sacrilege, Andy's demonic features, biting, blood (Andy licking up blood), hair pulling, unprotected sex, anal play, fingers going in mouths, possessive behavior, choking, overstimulation, squirting, a plug being used, petnames (Andy calls the reader little angel & also whore), daddy kink (just the name being used)

A/N: DAY THIRTY ONE OF KINKTOBER! I did it, I made it through all 31 one days. Holy shit am I proud of me. Thanks guys for going on this ride with me, I really appreciate it. So for the costume I tried to describe it but basically this is what I was going for. Anyways, I made an attempt at proof reading but I probably missed some things so excuse any errors or typos. The image is edited by me (the black eyes), divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. If you like it don't forget to reblog and share with others who might enjoy it as well.

Andy had been true to his word that night, and made sure that you knew you were his before he finally let you leave your father’s church in his arms. And when you woke tired, groggy and sore the next day you weren’t in your bedroom. You were in his, and despite knowing that you should, you didn’t bother with trying to run from him again. Andy had shown you that there was no one and nothing that would keep him away from you. Not even hallowed ground.

It’s taken a few months, some easier than others, but you fall into a comfortable rhythm and you earn back Andy’s trust enough that he’s agreed to (after weeks of you begging, seducing, and being on your very best behavior) to let you go out for Halloween with your friends. Of course he reminds you in the days leading up to the night of that if you try to run he will find you, and he won’t be as kind about bringing you back as he was last time.

You don’t even think to try and challenge that, you know better. And honestly? You don’t want to escape him, it’s not like anyone else could offer you what he does...or fuck you half as well.

Even with that assurance, Andy watches you warily as you excitedly start to prepare for your night out. You flit between the closet, the bathroom, and the bedroom while he sits off in an armchair in the corner, sipping at an obscenely expensive glass of scotch. He hates to admit it, but seeing you so happy and excited gives him a sense of pride. He did that for you, and despite how he’s snatched you right out of your life and turned it upside down he can still make you happy. He’s enjoying watching you, and he’s half tempted to follow you into the bathroom when you disappear inside to shower, fix your hair, and get into your costume. He doesn’t know what to expect when you come out, you wouldn’t tell him what you were dressing up as because you wanted it to be a surprise.

Honestly you thought you were being clever, surely Andy wouldn’t expect you to be dressed in a sexy nun costume that had your cleavage on display and barely covered your ass. The large black cross that adorns the center of the costume catches his attention, and he has to suppress the way it nearly makes his hackles rise. There’s little golden crosses stitched into the fabric of the gold trimmed tulip skirted getup as well. Six to be exact. Four along the bottom of the costume where the high tulip cuts meet, and two on the elbow length fingerless gloves. Dragging his gaze lower he sees that the white thigh high stockings you wear each have a large black cross printed on them to match the one stretched over your chest. And then there are the red bottomed heels that he had purchased for you just the day before. They have your ass poking out even more and he swears if you were to bend forward he’d be able to see everything. His mouth goes dry at the sight, eyes narrowing as he watches you search for your makeup bag before switching that deliciously thick ass right back into the bathroom. An inhuman growl rumbles deep in his chest, and for a moment his eyes flicker to pure obsidian before shifting back to the blueish-green that he presents to the human world.

The veil is thin tonight, and it’s harder for him to keep the glamour up and his control is always teetering when it comes to you. And now you think he’s going to let you prance around like that, teasing him, and showing off what’s his? He scoffs at the idea. You hear his glass hit the small table next to his chair as he slams it down and you barely conceal your wicked little grin when you see him stalking into the large bathroom. You do bend forward though, thighs pressing together and just a hint of cheek poking out from under the skirt of the costume. You’re about to start applying your makeup when you catch Andy’s movement behind you. Perhaps it’s a good thing you haven’t started applying it because the look on Andy’s face says he’d ruin it. Your stocking clad legs shift, thighs clenching together as desire shoots straight to your core at Andy’s dark hungry look.

His eyes are black again, and it has you shuddering as you go to straighten up. Andy catches you with a strong hand, bending you further at the waist as he leans down and without warning bites you right on the back of your thigh. The bottle of foundation in your hand clatters into the sink and thankfully it doesn’t shatter, not that you would care with Andy’s teeth sinking into you. It’s hard enough that you feel his sharper than normal teeth breaking the skin, and you cry out with a strained curse as he leaves his mark right there where any and everyone will see it. There’ll be no looking at your ass without seeing the claiming bite mark just under it. You feel his tongue, now forked lapping at the trickles of blood that seep from where he’s broken the skin. Catching them before they can stain your pristine white thigh high stockings, you moan at the feeling before you can catch yourself. The pain is sharp but the feeling of his tongue sliding over your flesh brings a pleasure that only he can grant you.

“Oh my, little angel. Did you really think I’d let you out of the house like this?” He coos, spinning you around and caging in with his arms on either side of you. You pout up at him, hands moving to slide up his broad chest.

“But you promised, daddy, and you’re the one that encouraged me to dress up.” You tell him, and he just raises a brow. You know for a fact that this isn’t what he had in mind at all, though judging from the way you can feel him poking hard against your thigh you hazard a guess that he doesn’t hate it. You bite your bottom lip, a thought suddenly occurring to you that might work as a compromise. “You could always come with me, then you won’t have to worry about who's looking at what’s yours.”

He gives you an amused chuckle at that, the sound tapering off into a thoughtful hum as he presses against you even more. “I could but I don’t have a costume.”

You rock up onto your tiptoes, pulling Andy down so you can whisper in his ear. “You don’t need one.” You nip at his ear with a laugh, taking advantage of how distracted he is by your cheeky behavior, and pushing him back enough that you slip away and dash into the bedroom to grab the black, white trimmed headdress to quickly pin into your hair. Andy knows you aren’t running away from him to get away, he can smell how wet you are even with the distance you’ve put between the two of you. You’re playing with him, and it doesn’t take him long to put two and two together on what you mean when you say he doesn’t need a costume.

It doesn’t take long for the shift in his appearance to take place, and when he stalks out of the bathroom he’s bare and stands taller, dark horns have sprouted from his head, his black eyes shine just a little more, his hands are clawed and black as if they’ve been dipped in soot, and behind him you can see the tail as it curls around his leg loosely. The first time you saw it, it frightened you but now? Now it’s giving you ideas and you can’t resist teasing him. You lift your hand to your chest to make the sign of the cross, backing away when Andy’s dark laughter rolls out of him while he advances on you.

“Back demon.” You say, managing to make yourself sound afraid. “I belong to the lord not you!”

His cock throbs and bobs heavily in the air as you play your little game with him. It reminds him of when he took you in your father’s church, you know how hard the sacrilege gets him. You’re playing with hellfire, and he’s not about to stop you. “Oh little angel, by the time I’m done with you your god won’t want you. I’ll be your only lord, and that sweet cunt will weep for me.” God his voice, it’s deep and inhuman. You clench around nothing, a fresh wave of slick ruining your flimsy panties in the process. This time when you try to dart away from him, Andy catches you in his iron grip. You whimper, struggling in his hold as you feel his grip tighten and his sharp nails dig lightly into you through the costume. He could tear you apart, and you know it. You glance down at his length and think that maybe he will. He’s already big when he’s pretending to be human, but right now when he’s not pretending he’s bigger.

He grabs you by the throat, and roughly uses his thumb to force your gaze from his cock to his shining black eyes. He smiles down at you, all sharp teeth and that forked tongue slithers out of his mouth to drag over your cheek. The thought of that tongue buried in your pussy makes your knees buckle, but the clawed hand at your throat keeps you upright. Andy inhales deeply, more dark laughter rolling out of him at what he senses. “Let’s see if your god still cares when your womb is full and swelling with my seed.”

Your eyes go wide, you hadn’t been paying attention to your calendar and you certainly hadn’t been taking your birth control like you should have. “No wait…”

“No waiting, you’re going to be mine in every way.” He knows your panic is real, but he ignores it. You initiated this game with him, and you know how insatiable he is, there’s no one to blame but yourself and he has every intention of making sure you give him an heir. Tears are starting to wet your eyes, and his cock twitches. “Sweet little servant of the lord, you’re caught in my trap.” You trip on your heels when he throws you onto the bed and you bounce against it, you roll over and try to scramble away. The game is over for you, children were never part of the equation and you aren’t ready for that despite Andy deciding that you are. He catches you before you can make it off the bed, his soot black clawed hand closing around your ankle and dragging you back so he can pin you under his body. His chest is at your back, and you can feel the furnace-like heat of him seeping through your thin costume. “Where is your god now?” He taunts you, growling the words against the shell of your ear and you choke out a sob as the tears begin to fall.

“Please no, I don’t want this. I’m not ready, I can’t—” Your protests die when his hand snakes around the front of your throat with a squeeze.

“You’ll take what I give you, and you’ll thank me for it on your knees like a good whore.” He growls out, and you hate the way your body trembles in want as slick drips down your thighs. “Your body knows what it wants more than your lying mouth does.” He tells you, flipping the bottom of your costume up over your hips and yanking your panties off with one strong pull. Andy hoists your hips up into the air, balancing you on your knees and spreading them as he lines himself up behind you. You feel his thick cock between your folds, your slick coating him and dripping over his length. He gives you a few heavy smacks of it against your clit, and despite the panic you’re feeling you moan through your tears. The demon behind you smirks, the swollen tip of his cock leaking precum and mixing with your arousal as he begins to push into you.

You claw at the sheets when you feel him breach, the stretch is intense and despite how wet you are you feel the burn of it as he pushes deeper to stretch you further around his cock. Andy hisses through his fanged teeth, clawed hands gripping almost tight enough to bruise as he holds you steady and keeps you from running from his cock like he knows you want to right now. He surges forward, and you scream so loud that it hurts your throat. You’re trembling, walls clenching and unclenching hard around him as you try to adjust to his size despite how you feel like he’s splitting you in two. “That’s it, look at you, taking all this cock.” He tsks down at you, shaking his head as he leans forward to reach down and grab a handful of your curly mane. He yanks your head back, forcing you into a vicious arch that only allows him to push deeper until you feel him pushing right against your cervix.

“Oh god…”

“No god here, little angel.” He taunts, drawing back to the angry tip of his cock and surging forward with a powerful thrust that has you screaming and sobbing into the sheets. “Why don't you try praying to him, see if he comes down to save you.” He draws back again, and surges forward just as strongly and this time it has your eyes rolling back. He does it again, repeating the action until he’s fucking you with long brutal strokes that have you going mindless, drooling, and sobbing against the bed as you pull at the covers. "I can't hear you, little angel."

Your sob catches in your throat, and you take a shuddering breath before pathetically muttering the words to the Lord's Prayer. "O-our father...who art in heaven," You lose your voice to a curse, and Andy chuckles over you.

"I don't think that's how it goes." He taunts, "keep going."

"hal-hallowed be thy name," You whine, the sound coming out both pained and pleasured. "thy kingdom come.." You hear Andy's laughter again, muttering that someone surely will be cumming.

You stumbled through the rest of it, mumbling, tripping over your words, and forgetting some along the way. By the time you fumble your way over the words "but deliver us from evil." You're teetering on the edge of your first climax and you feel shameful for it. There's no stopping it though and it takes you like a wave dragging a boat out to sea. You're lost in it, crying out and feeling like there's fire in your veins. Andy hums in approval, sharp claws dragging over the swell of your ass before delivering a sharp smack.

"Don't think he heard you, guess that means you're all mine after all." He gives your ass another slap, and the pain blends to pleasure, and that pleasure has a pressure building inside of you that you know all too well when it comes to Andy. “Still don’t want it? Still want me to stop?” He’s taunting you, and somewhere in the back of your mind you know it but you’re hardly in any position to care about that.

“Nooo, daddy please don’t stoooop…” You slur out, toes curling in your expensive stilettos, and mouth hanging open as you moan when the rumble of Andy’s laughter vibrates through you.

“What happened to ‘back demon’, huh?” He says, mocking you with a fanged grin. “Hmm, still wanna be a servant of the lord?”

You shake your head against the bed, crying out when he pulls you up against his chest by your hair. “N-no, ju-just wanna b-be yours!” You cry out, eyes clenching shut as he curls his other hand around your throat and squeezes. You lift a hand to clutch at his wrist, holding on to him like he’s your lifeline as he fucks you into what feels like oblivion. His hips snap into yours, the front of his powerful thighs smacking against the back of yours and making that bite mark sing with pain each time he thrusts forward. The bite of pain just adds to your twisted pleasure, and further clouds your lust addled mind. The hand at your throat does nothing to help bring you down, and Andy knows it. He’s counting on it, when he squeezes tighter on your throat, restricting your air and groaning loudly at the way your walls bear down on his cock.

“Cum for me, cum for me, little angel.” He orders, and you fall apart as if on command. You gush around his cock, soaking the sheets under you as you give a shrill cry of pleasure. Andy fucks you through it, not giving you a second of rest to come down from your climax. Instead he adds more stimulation to overwhelm and overstimulate you. He lets you fall forward against the bed, his hands giving your plump ass a few hard slaps before he’s spreading your cheeks wide so he can spit against your puckered hole. You feel something carefully prodding against the tight ring of muscle, and from the way it moves you can only guess that it’s Andy’s tail. The moan that escapes you is lewd and shameless, your hips wiggle back against the stimulation as you wordlessly beg him to fill you there as well.

“So dumb and eager for daddy to use you, my perfect little whore.” He praises you and degrades you at the same time and it makes your head spin as the few remaining thoughts you have leave your head. All you know is pleasure at Andy’s hands, and that’s all you want to know in the moment. You’ve all but forgotten about his promise to breed you, far too caught up in how good he’s making you feel and fucking yourself back to meet his thrusts that you hardly care about the repercussions.

“M-more—” You beg him, the word strained and half caught in your throat with how he chokes you. His tail fucks into your ass deeper, and you keen in pleasure as his cock continues to rail into your spasming cunt. You’re so close to falling apart again, and uncaring of how your lungs are burning and your vision is starting to spot slowly. Andy hums behind you, licking his lips at how you squeeze around him. “That’s it, I can feel you fluttering around me. Give me another one.” He demands, watching you tremble as pleasure wracks your body and you gush for him again with a thin whine. Andy let’s go of your throat then, letting you gasp for air as it rushes it into your lungs. He moves to lean over you, and a second later you feel his fingers at your lips a moment later, and you part them willingly to suck them into your mouth with a greedy moan. Your tongue drags over his digits, your pleasured sounds muffling around his thick fingers as the tips of his claws graze over your tongue.

A pleased purr rumbles in Andy’s chest as he looms over you, stuffing you full and loving how fucked out and dumb you’ve gone for his cock. He pushes his fingers deeper into your mouth, the sound of you gagging on his digits making his cock jump inside of you. “‘M gonna pump this tight cunt full of me, make sure it gets nice and deep so it takes.” He tells you, and it sounds like a promise. You just mewl, the sound coming out of you is both pathetic and needy. You’re too far gone to protest, or try to deny him. He wouldn’t listen even if you could string the words together to try. All you can do is lay there gagging on his fingers with your ass high in the air taking those deep strokes that he batters into your abused cunt while his tail takes your ass. “First you’re going to cum for me again like a good little whore.”

The growled words make you whine, and you want to tell him that you can’t, that you’re too sensitive, that it’s too much but his other hand is already snaking around your front to slip between your thighs. You feel the rough pads of his fingers circling your clit mercilessly and you let out a muffled cry as the pleasure overwhelms you and your orgasm crashes down on you faster than you can comprehend. He slips his fingers from your mouth just in time to hear your pleasured screams, and the sound of them shoots straight to his cock and makes him go feral as he ruts into you roughly. You’ve ruined the sheets, as it is, and Andy seems determined to make sure you do a thorough job before he finally makes good on his promise and fills you with his cum. One more turns into two more, and two more into three before he finally gives into the way your body is pulsing around his length.

His pace goes erratic, and then he’s slamming himself deep inside you with a roar as his cock swells and then empties his seed inside you. The tail slides out of your ass slowly, and you sigh in relief while he slowly continues to pump his cock into you, making sure to fuck his seed nice and deep inside you before he’s pulling out of you and flipping you onto your back. Quickly he leaves the bed to rummage through the chest that he keeps under it. When he comes back up you see he has a plug in his hands and you whimper, you don’t even need to ask what he’s planning. You already know, and just as you suspect Andy’s working the plug into your abused cunt to make sure his cum stays right where he wants it.

“Go put on a fresh pair of underwear, we aren’t going anywhere with my pussy out for anyone to see.” He tells you, and your brows furrow in confusion. You’ve completely forgotten about going out to meet up with your friends for the Halloween party. You open your mouth to tell Andy that you don’t want to go anymore, but he’s shutting you up with a demanding kiss before you can even speak. “Go finish getting ready, I want to meet your friends.”

It’s not a request, and you’re left in a state of stunned shock and annoyance that he actually expects you do have enough strength to get out of the bed, much less want to get out of bed. Somehow you manage it, somehow you make it back to the bathroom. You have to have to move carefully with the plug filling you up, and keeping you frustratingly stimulated. Having to tame your curls again is inconvenient, and so is trying to keep a steady hand while you do your makeup. Andy is kind enough to help you step into your panties, when he sees you struggling to do so on your own.

“Tonight should be fun, behave and I promise to eat that sweet little cunt until you pass out.” He whispers against your ear, his voice is back to normal. Something you’re thankful for, but the rest of him is still demonic and menacing. You just nod, and bite your lip, leaning on him as you let him lead you towards the front door.

Tonight is going to be a long night. You think to yourself, stifling a sigh and casting one last wistful look over your shoulder towards the bedroom.

[insomniiyac]

Temptation

Jayce is reminded that all demons were once angels casted from Heaven.

Pairing: Jayce x Ekko

Warnings: nsfw (minors dni!), religion kink, blasphemy, corruption, dubcon

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: Was slick obsessed with this AU and had to get it out. Enjoy!

Jayce Talis was a devout man who dedicated most of his life to the teachings of Father God and walking the righteous path. Many Piltovens looked up to him as the Poster Boy of their country and sought to follow his teachings as well. As Father Talis, he was able to extend his reach to teach everyone from all walks of life. Although he attracted many people who took his teachings to heart, his status also attracted some bad faith actors- one of which he had a sneaking suspicion was following him for about a week following an exorcism.

This suspicion came to a head tonight when the two wide doors to the church, which was locked, swung wide open. The air that passed him was unusually cold, goosebumps raising from his flesh. 

“ Demon ,” he half-mumbles to himself before setting the water pot to the side and adjusting himself. He turns to see a familiar small, cloaked figure walking the aisle. “It’s you.”

The figure stops short of the steps, reaching up to pull down the hood. Standing before him was a dark-skinned scowling demon with bright, glowing eyes with slit pupils. His hair was bleached and in locs, adorned with hair jewelry with an hourglass motif.

“You finally decided to show yourself.”

This little demon, the one that visited him every night and drained him little by little, may try to claim his life today.

A corner of the demon’s lip twitches upwards into a little smirk, his tail swishing behind him.

“Well good evening to you too, Father Talis.”

“Come to claim my life, I presume?”

That smirk dropped to a dark scowl, his red eyes piercing.

“I’m going to make you pay for what you did to Vi.”

Vi? Hm, so that explains it. That demon he exorcised must’ve been his friend.

“You can join her if you like.”

Jayce reaches for the holy water by the altar, but finds it missing much to his dismay.

There’s that smirk again as the demon holds up the bottle.

“ Looking for this old thing? ”

“Tch!”

Shit. He definitely planned for this. Normally he doesn’t advocate for violence, yet he found himself really missing his HexTech hammer. However, being a man of God, he begins doing what he always did whenever faced with adversity. He pulls his rosary from his pocket, holding his cross close to him.

“ Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name… ”

The demon rolls his eyes.

“Oh Brother, not this shit again,” it groans before dropping his garbs and revealing a tight, black, shiny sleeveless halter neck top with a matching skimpy thong. He wore long, sleek, black fingerless gloves with thigh-high tights that were toeless as well. His fingernails and toenails were long, dark red, and shimmering. Curly, black goat horns hung by his temples, his slick wings stretching to its full span- a true testament to the fact that he was not from this realm.

Thump!

Jayce’s heart begins to pound. No… he wasn’t going to lose faith! He points the cross towards the demon who was now slowly approaching him. His mantra speeds up as he backs up, defensively.

“ Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth, as it is in heaven. ”

“I am going to chew you up… and shit you out, you disgusting pig,” he hisses, seemingly becoming more agitated by the second. “That’s after I drain you and that worthless body dry and watch you wither away before I drag your soul to hell to burn.”

“ G-Give us our d-d-daily bread… and f-f-forgive us our trespasses- ”

The priest finds himself stammering over his words, not because of fear, but because of a second voice that found its way into his subconscious:

< Come to me, Father Talis…>

A voice that was so sickly sweet that it could only be from one place… Hell.

“Get out of my head, demon,” he growls lowly.

“I have a name, Father,” he saunters closer before leaning in to whisper. “ It’s Ekko…”

“I don’t give a damn what your name is, demon!” he retorts, shoving the cross in its face.

It winces. There’s a flicker of malice in its eyes before it relaxes, reaching a hand up to move it out its way. It edges closer, looking up at the priest with doe eyes.

This incubus had a very pretty face and an attractive body, and he was going to use it all.

< Touch me… >

“Wh-what do you want from me?” Jayce stutters, backing up, nearly tripping on the steps to the altar.

< I want you, Father… >

He inches closer, his fingernails grazing the priest’s clothed chest. The little voice was getting louder. He grips the cross until his knuckles go pale, continuing to recite the sacred text.

“ Give this day our daily bread and forgive our trespasses as we forgive those- unghh~!!”

A shuddering breath escapes the priest’s lips as Ekko reaches down and grabs his bulge, his tail wrapping seductively around his leg. He drags his warm, long tongue up Jayce’s jawline and laps around his ear before whispering: “ Keep going… I wanna hear you stumble over those words, Man of God.”

“Who t-t-trespasses against us; and l-lead us not i-into temptation…~”

A long whine escapes Ekko’s full, glossy lips as he loops his arms around Jayce’s neck and rocks against his knee.

“ Fuck yes, ” he throws his head back. “Finish it, Father.”

Jayce groans in response, feeling his hard-on pressing painfully against his slacks. His hips instinctively jut against the other, begging for his body not to betray him like this.

“ P-P-Please… stop this ,” Jayce pleads in a whisper, dropping to his knees before the demon.

“Stop what , exactly?”

Jayce shakes his head, solemnly.

“Don’t make me pervert the Word of God even more. Just kill me… please ,” he clasps his hands together and begs.

This was shameful, but he couldn’t do it. He’d walk on hot coal for all of eternity before he’d ever stoop so low to recite the sacred text so sacrilegiously. The heat of Ekko’s stare burrows into his very core; he hoped and prayed that alone would end his life then and there.

Ekko smirks.

“No. I don’t think I will.”

Thump!

“Ekko… please… stop it… ” he pleads through shaky breaths.

“Oh? You remembered my name? How nice.”

THUMP!

He doubles over, clenching his stomach. Ekko barely touched him, but somehow he felt him envelop his entire body and mind. The air around the chapel became so heavy and thick, clogging his lungs and making it hard to breathe. He was so focused on gathering his bearings that feeling Ekko’s nails caress underneath his chin made him flinch.

“Look at me.”

Jayce allows his head to be tilted up, still kneeled before him. The view of once was repulsive to him charmed him beyond understanding. The way the blood moonlight splashed across his skin and features made his dark skin glisten in such a delicious way that had him drooling.

Ekko straightens his posture with a smirk, raising a foot.

“Lick.”

He drops his rosary to the ground and takes his foot gingerly into his large hands, making sure to polish it thoroughly with each deliberate lick. Ekko hums at this, his tongue swiping against his teeth. He raises his other foot in which Jayce wastes no time in sucking each toe, slowly but surely making his way from his ankles and up his legs to his thighs. Father Talis could feel the heat radiating from between Ekko’s legs. He needed a taste… just a taste and he’d be satiated-

“Wait.”

“ Huh? ”

“Don’t good Catholic men say Grace before indulging?” he purrs, his tail swishing behind him.

Jayce nods, leaning forward and bowing.

“ Bless us, O Lord and these thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty, through Christ our lord. Amen.”

“ Amen, indeed ,” Ekko bites his lip before pulling his thong down, his nice above-average sized dick flying up.

The older man’s chest heaves, the sickly sweet smell of Ekko’s dick wafting through the air. He knew incubi and succubi had stronger smelling aromas, yet experiencing this in person was on another level.

Jayce leans in and laps his tongue around his balls, gently taking each into his mouth. He relished the sweaty, salty taste of it hitting his taste buds so much that he couldn’t help but sneak a hand down his own slacks.

“ Aht aht, don’t touch yourself, Father. Naughty boy~ ”

He whines, reaching up to grip his hips instead, moving up to take his dick into his mouth. Ekko lowly chuckles, encouragely raking his fingers through his hair.

“Don’t forget to kiss the glans, Father Talis <3.”

Jayce pulls back and plants wet, open-mouthed kisses on the pinkish tip. He had such a pretty penis, just as pretty as he was.

A deep, demonic groan rumbles from deep within Ekko’s throat. He really loved this, didn’t he? Gripping his throat, he pushes the priest onto his back before rising to his feet and hovering over his face.

“I wanna feel your tongue elsewhere, Father,” he growls, dropping onto his face and leaning forward to rip open the other’s slacks.

The priest grunts at this, reaching up and spreading the incubus’ hole and spitting in it. Ekko ass bounces at this, pressing it further into his face. His little asshole was winking at him- how could he ever turn away at this opportunity to give it the best tongue-fucking it will ever experience in this realm?

He keeps his ass spread as he flicks his tongue over the creases of that glistening hole. He could feel Ekko’s firm grip on the base of his cock before an unusual, very warm wet sensation of his mouth engulfing the head. His tail swishes back and forth almost like a wag from a dog who’s excited. Jayce wondered…

He grips the base of his tail and pulls it, finally shoving his tongue as far as he could.

“ NGH!?? ” Ekko’s ass clamps down on his face, his thighs tightening as his tail shoots upwards, stiff. He slides Jayce’s cock out of his mouth with a pop, looking back at him with a smirk.

“ Father Talis!” he mockingly gasps. “Or should I say… Daddy Talis,” he bites his lip before sliding off.

“Don’t call me that,” Jayce warns.

“Or what?”

He jumps up and grabs Ekko by the arm, shoving him onto the altar.

“ Oh? You’re gonna fuck me on the altar, Fath-?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

The incubus blinked wide-eyed with an uneasy smile, his tail tucked between his legs.

“What’s the matter, demon? Oh, now you’re scared,” he mocks.

“I-I’m not scared!” he protests, red faced. “I will actually fucking kill you, so you better enjoy it while you still can-!” his voice cracks upon Jayce gripping his throat.

Despite his manipulation, Jayce could tell this demon was a weak one- opting to use his charm and intellect to take control of his victims and lead them to their deaths. It was why he was constantly visited and drained a little each day. Unbeknownst to Ekko though, he still had more than enough energy to punish it. He unbuttons his robes and tosses it to the side, leaving on nothing but his white tank top and his ripped slacks.

Using his free hand, he pushes Ekko’s leg up and angles his dick, pressing it against his hole. Ekko croaks as he tries to speak, fidgeting beneath him. He lightens his grip on his neck.

“What is it?’

“If you slide it in, you’re gonna be bound to me forever just so you know.”

A bead of sweat trickles down his temple. He may have had some semblance of control back, but was this really something he wanted to do?

“You’re warning me, huh? Isn’t this what you wanted in the first place? To bind me to you so you can continue to drain me until I die?”

“Y-Yes but-”

“Then I guess my soul is yours to take.”

“Are… are you serious- mghnn~! ” he throws his head back as Jayce slides all the way to the hilt. Ekko looks down at the cock that’s impaled him, then looks back up at Jayce in disbelief. “You’re crazy…”

“You made me this way, so take responsibility,” he grits his teeth before thrusting roughly into the other, the altar creaking with each powerful thrust as he slammed into the shocked incubus over and over and over again.

Ekko yelps, digging his nails into the other’s muscular, sweaty arms, drawing blood. Jayce hisses, leaning forward and fully enveloping the other’s frame beneath his with nothing but the sounds of their debauchery reverberating around the cathedral.

His dick slams against a spot that felt really fucking good, so good that Ekko bites down hard onto his shoulder. Jayce bellows a primal growl, burrowing his head into the other’s neck.

“ Fuck me… don’t stop. I’m gonna cum… ohohooo FUCK!” Ekko’s legs trembled as he cums loads in between the two. But Jayce wasn’t ready to let up yet. He slows down a wee bit to lean back, getting a full view of his little incubus doused in pure pleasure.

Ekko licks his lips, swirling his iridescent cum around his tummy, making a show out of it. He scoops some into his mouth then offers some to Jayce in which he leans in and laps up gratefully.

“Does it taste good?

“It tastes delicious. ”

“Your mine now, so you can keep fucking me forever.”

The priest lets out a shuddering breath at this, shamelessly indulging himself in this cheeky little incubus and the desires he locked away from himself so long ago. Ekko was no longer in his head, this was all him. Jayce’s hips twitch uncontrollably, he was about to cum. He wanted to pull out in fear that the other was going to take this opportunity to drain him, but the way his innards clamped onto him made it impossible to leave.

It was then that Jayce realized he made a grave mistake.

His eyes glows a sickening crimson, a ghost of a smirk on his lips as Jayce finally released deep inside.

“Hahhh~!!!” Jayce found himself washed with a sensation of pure bliss mixed with dread as he just couldn’t stop cumming. His hole just kept milking and milking and the priest was sure he could feel his life force being drained. He swore to God Almighty that he would never do this again if he was ever given a second opportunity at life.

His surroundings meshed together in one big fog as he falls forward, everything fading to black..

—————

Jayce springs awake in a cold sweat, quickly feeling around his own body. He looks to his right and sees his rosary and holy water sitting neatly on his dresser. He looks to the left out the window. It was still dark out. Just what was the time?

He looks at the clock.

4:32am.

Was it all just a dream? There was only one way to find out.

He crawls out of bed and trudges to the bathroom, turning on the light and looking in the mirror. He checks his shoulder, his arms and his back. All clear.

He sighs in relief.

He turns to leave the bathroom and searches for his rosary. He was going to need to repent, and repent soon.

< It wasn’t a dream.>

Jayce pauses before his dresser, holding his head.

No… this was impossible.

The voice laughs.

< Oh but it is, Father Talis. We’re bound now, remember? >

Jayce grimaces. No way, he should’ve been dead then. At least he hoped-

< I could’ve. But I like you, so I’ll look past you exorcising my close friend for now. Besides… >

The distinct cool air passes by as he feels a cold, familiar figure brush behind him, wrapping his arms delicately around his neck and leaning in to whisper.

“What fun would that be?”

[cantalouupe]

curiosity

nsfw!!! kaeya x f!reader

prequel to this drabble

hand & finger kink, semi public sex except you don’t have sex with him he just makes you suck on his fingers

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The knights of Favonius weren’t a group of people you mingled with. While you had no quarrels with any of them and had even spoken to some before, they just weren’t people that you considered friends.

There was nothing you held against them, no vendetta you had. Your feelings of them were just neutral. Pleasant conversations are easy to have with the ones stationed around town, where they’re willing to help you with really anything you need.

That’s probably why you’ve never really had to interact much with them. You’ve never been in danger and so help from them wasn’t something you had to seek out.

The higher ups, though, were a different story. You’ve also not interacted with any of them, but heard of them incredibly often, seen the outrider around town.

But that was all.

You had understood they were busy with all their work and obviously didn’t expect them to come out just so they can talk to you, a random citizen - still, you were curious. With all the big talk of them they were bound to be quite an interesting few people.

Sara, who worked at The Good Hunter - a little restaurant near the center fountain in town that served amazing food - had told you about them. The interesting honorary knight that travels with a little fairy in search for his sister, the outrider that you’ve seen before, the librarian who apparently was incredibly intimidating when you don’t return books, and even Jean, the acting grand master. You’ve heard about all of them, your curiosity causing you ask around for stories.

The first time you met any of them was on a sunny day, not unlike any other. You were out on the trail, foraging mushrooms as per Sara’s request, when you ran into a suspicious looking group of hilichurls. The odd creatures were entranced by an odd looking sigil on the ground that glowed a faint purple.

You had chosen to mentally mark where you were and turn back to go to town and report it. Hilichurls close to town was already a safety hazard, but them acting the way they were felt off and made a pit of worry grow in your stomach.

The guards at the doors of the Knights of Favonios Headquarters had questioned what you needed when you ran up, and you explained the situation, requesting to speak to Jean if possible.

Guilt ate at you when you pushed despite them telling you she was busy with work already. “I really would like to speak to her directly,” you told them.

They were going to shut you down again, but from behind them the door opened and out came an infamous face.

Of the many people you’d been told about, the Cavalry Captain was among them. Kaeya was very popular in town, apparently appeared at the tavern on most nights to chat with the townspeople. There was a lot of mystery shrouding him and his backstory but despite that he was a favorite of many people.

He looked as he’s been described to you, with dark hair and tanned skin, one eye covered with a black eye patch. His bare eye, beautiful and piercing blue met yours and you looked away immediately, feeling as though you were seeing a myth in the flesh.

“Like I said,” your eyes, probably a little wide from seeing the captain, fell back to the two guards you’d been talking to. “I think it’s a good idea if I talked to Jean directly.”

You hadn’t meant to alert Kaeya as he was leaving the Knights Headquarters but he seemed to hear, voicing out an “is everything okay?” as he approached the three of you.

“I’m not trying to be any trouble,” you tell him once the situation was explained.

He watched you shrink slightly under his gaze, pretty eyes staring up at him - and shook his head. “It’s understandable to want to report something like that immediately. I can take you to her.”

Obviously he had some sort of authority over the guarding knights because they had nothing to say about that, stepping back to their spots on either side of the stone stairs leading to the building.

You mentally let out a breath and nodded up at the blue haired male, thanking him quietly and apologizing again for making a fuss.

“Come on now,” he smiled down at you, calming your nerves a bit. “Stop apologizing for trying to keep Mondstadt safe. If anything we should be apologizing to you for not catching it before you did.”

The short walk inside the Knights Headquarters was quiet, and you took the few silent moments as a chance to get a better look at Kaeya. It was weird seeing him in front of you after only hearing about him for so long.

His clothes were much different from the other knights, from the fur on the shoulder to the color of the clothing. A small blue glowing charm hung from the side of his hip - that’s right, he had a vision.

When he opened the door to Jean’s office, you caught sight of his fingers that peaked out of dark gloves. Fingerless gloves?

“Are you going to come inside?”

Oh no, you weren’t standing here gawking at his hands, were you? You blinked at him like a deer in headlights and you wanted to melt into the floor at the amusement written on his face.

You ducked your head in embarrassment, slipping passed him silently.

Your shame was short lived, however, when you stepped into the room and saw Jean. Now you knew for a fact awe was visible on your face. It’s not every day that you get to see the grand acting master herself.

She was kind and genuinely concerned about you after you ran through the scene you saw for a third time in that day. The abyss order have been causing some trouble for the knights and they had been trying to track down more about them and their plans. What you saw didn’t give away much but Jean reiterated that it was an important bit of information and she thanked you for coming to her for it.

You preened at that, glad you could be of help to her.

Before you left, she thanked you again and assured you that you didn’t need to worry, the knights would take care of it.

And that was the end of it. Nothing else regarding that situation happened and life returned to normal.

The next time you ran into one of them it was at The Good Hunter. You were chatting with Sara while waiting for your food to finish cooking when a very familiar pair on hands came to lean against the counter you ordered at, with a very familiar voice accompanying them.

“I’ve been wondering about you,” Kaeya muses.

Wondering about you? You had to take a moment to process that, forcing out a small “Why?” to which he didn’t respond.

“Eat with me,” he responds instead, smiling at you and he is nice and a knight so who are you to decline.

So, you two eat together. He’s just as charming as people have mentioned, voice smooth and easy to listen to. By your wonder, he tells you in more detail about the Knights of Favonius, and you soak up his words like a sponge.

He is able to describe specific stories that you didn’t otherwise know about, along with other people that you hadn’t heard much about.

You find it fascinating and ask more specific questions - about visions. He answers every inquiry thats thrown at him, about his own cryo power and that of others in Mondstadt.

“Does the fingerless gloves have something to do with your element?” You ask him, and he laughs lightly at you.

“You like them, huh?”

Does he remember your lingering gaze on his hands at your last meeting? God, that’s mortifying. You hadn’t meant it to be a weird question.

When you gape at him, sputtering and trying to grasp a suitable response, he reaches out and taps a finger on the underside of your chin. “Cute,” he murmurs, before taking his leave, claiming he has work he should go attend to.

You stare at him while he leaves, reeling from his actions.

Things move more quickly after that.

You don’t know who really started it, but Kaeya’s hands become somewhat of a teasing point. It wasn’t a serious attraction at first but now his hands are the first thing your gaze catches on.

In turn, he’ll tease you for it, brushing the back of his knuckles against you or tapping a fingertip on you like he did that first time.

It boiled over one day in the Knights Library, you alongside him, curiously looking at all the different titles that were offered. Kaeya reaches out to grab a book and your eyes zero in on his hands.

Bare hands.

He wasn’t wearing those gloves today, skin fully on display and that shouldn’t be as important as it is but there you are, staring at them.

“You’re not-“

He has to know. Theres no way he accidentally forgot to wear them on a day he would be with you. Another tease, definitely.

“My gloves? Didn’t think you’d notice something like that.” Oh, he knows.

Cocky as ever, he taps his finger into your bottom lip - as he has before - and your mouth parts in response. An invitation.

The taste of clean skin bursts on your tastebuds, two of his fingers sliding inside.

“Ah, I knew it,” he murmurs, moving so you were situated in the corner of the wall and bookshelf, his body shadowing yours to shield you from any possible onlookers.

Your knees buckle from under you when he presses down onto your tongue, a whimper sounding from your throat.

“Look at you,” he coos, head leaning in so his lips brush against your ear. “How was I supposed to hold myself back when you want this so bad?”

Your hands find purchase on his biceps, gripping them to ground yourself while he rubs the pads of his fingers against your tongue. Saliva pools and threatens to spill over your lip, and Kaeya knows it, fingers moving so that it drips down out of your mouth and onto your chin.

“You know,” he starts again, fingers sinking deeper into your mouth as his other spare hand wraps loosely around your waist. “If you’re so good like this I can’t imagine what it’ll be like when I fuck you.”

Another noise leaves you, fingers digging into his arms. Your head knocks back into the wall right behind you and your eyes flutter.

You feel lucky that you cant speak because you know you wouldn’t be able to trust yourself to not beg him to fuck you right here in the library.

It feels filthy, the drool on your chin and his breath against the side of your face while he tells you these things. You felt hot and if your eyes were opened your pupils would be blown out.

“You’ll have to come see me some time, so I can really take you apart with my fingers.”

[littlefreya]

Hood Ornaments

Summary: August fucks you at the parking lot while wearing leather gloves.

Pairing: August Walker x Reader

Word count: 1K

Warnings: 18+, unprotected public sex, rough, maleDom/femSub, hair pulling, anal play, creampie, depiction of bodily fluids, profanities, praising and degradation, glove fetishism, exhibition.  

A/N: Soft!August in the morning, rough!August in the evening! A one-shot born solely from the fact that I have a kink for August wearing gloves! Many thanks to @agniavateira my muse and my beta. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed =)  

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own*   

Title: Hood Ornaments

August Walker had you bent over the hood of his shimmering silver Audi. His fingerless gloves stroked the curve of your bare ass: up and down, languid and sensual. He loved making you feel like nothing but a piece of raw meat; truth be told it made you wetter than you ever wanted to admit.

“You have the best ass in the building,” he murmured behind you, his thumb gliding down the cleft of your behind, pressing your succulent petals apart before slowly pushing in.

You hissed, tensing at his touch, you felt him dig deep, in and then out, excruciatingly slow. The fabric of the fingerless gloves grazing the most delicate spots of your body.

“One of these days I am going to fuck that puckered little hole.” He warned with a low drawl. 

The sound of his baritone spurring profanities and the belt being undone coursed a shiver down your spine. Cheeks flushing with embarrassment, your long legs nearly gave in and buckled to the floor. Not unnoticed by August of course, who chuckled at your despair: nothing ever escaped him, including yourself. 

He slid his palms across your waist, the leather of his gloves smooth against your skin. His nails bit hard into supple flesh as he penetrated you with one powerful thrust. A loud cry echoed through the entire parking lot, followed by his low, arduous grunts. August fucked like a man sentenced to death: hard, rough, careless of your pain but never depriving you of pleasure. You came every time, and how could you not? His cock was massive, throbbing hot inside you, and keen of hitting every spot that sent you into a delirious euphoria. 

Gasping and panting, you crumbled beneath him, reduced to nothing but a meek, whimpering mess. Every thudding rut rocked your body forward, which only made him grow zealous with want. He reached a fist to grab your hair, forcing you halfway up and increasing the rhythm of his plunges. The bones of his hips slammed into your ass with such feral vigour the muscles rippled with every collision.  

 “The fuck you’re going?” He chided, feeling your cunt tighten around him. The dominance drifting from him spiked your arousal to levels beyond any sensible grasp.  

“You’re going to take me all the way because you’re my dirty little girl, right?”

Knees shaking, you nodded with submission while his hand still fisted your hair. Your entire body tingled, the little filled core at your apex showered with quivering delights. You felt every inch of him deep within: tendons and ridges all streaming with passion while your pussy contracted around his thickness and suckled onto it, begging for the same hot elixir of his loins.

“Answer me!” 

“Yes!” You screamed, utterly alight, coming so hard your thighs lost their battle to the rocking quake in your muscles. In your core, you felt currents of pure, electric bliss, in a flash of a moment, August blended into you, making you whole once again. The only thing that tugged you out of the haze of your bliss and held you back into reality was his sinister laugh as he threw your boneless body back on the hood. 

“Good girl, my good, good girl,” he moaned, thrusting with unrelenting fury. His hand ran down the curve of your arched spine, the black leather absorbing the sweat and gliding down the slope of your ass. You felt his cock swell inside you at the same time his thumb pushed past the ring of your ass without any warning.

His loud shout swallowed your astonished gasp. He came suddenly, cock twitching and pulsating between your squeezing walls, granting your womb its desire and filling it with his hot, milky seed.

“God, babygirl, no one makes me come as hard as you do.”  

August’s favourite part was pulling out after loading you with his cum, watching the cream pump out of your ruined little hole. The thick liquid trickled down your inner thigh, languidly caressing its way to the ground.

Still breathless, he straightened up and rolled your panties back carefully, making sure to collect every drop and keep it covered before massaging the sticky wet spot with the tips of his coarse fingers.

“Now,” he panted with a small chuckle, his laughter smooth as dark chocolate melting on one’s tongue, “go back pretending you are such an innocent, good girl while I’m dwelling deep inside you.”

Bracing one hand on the now sweat glistening metal, you lifted up and adjusted your clothes, warring to adjust your fuming breath. August stood aside, tucking himself in and fixing his hair while watching your dishevelled state with a beam of light in his sapphire-blues. 

“That’s the last time, I am not doing this anymore,” you announced and fixed your outfit. 

“Sure it is,” he scoffed, taking off the black gloves and holding them in one hand in an offering, “Wanna keep those for now? Since they turn you on so badly...”

The sudden sound of several footsteps echoing away brushed the words from your tongue before they even formed, your heart immediately sank at the realisation that the entire time you were being watched by god knows how many viewers. You turned back to August and gave him a mortified stare, but he only offered one of his famous, slanted grins in return.

“You said everyone would be at the all hands presentation!” 

“Might have mixed the days,” he shrugged and crooked an eyebrow, “but now since we’re no longer a secret, how about you admit to yourself that you’re in love with me and finally agree to be mine?” 

His words gnawed at your gut, eating you from the inside the way a toxin costumes brittle, little blood vessels. Quickly swaying on your heels, you stormed away so August won’t see the glossiness that shone on your gaze. 

“I hate you,” you whispered loud enough for him to hear, but you knew very well the emptiness of your declarations. August was keen on reading people and he saw through every moan and flutter of your lashes. 

The only person you lied to was yourself.

[bleachhaven]

Hey there! Congratulations on your followers milestone! 🤩 Can I get headcanons for Byakuya using his beautiful elegant hands to please his female s/o? I’m sorry!!! I have a serious hand kink when it comes to that man

Finally! A request for my very first Bleach crush! Thank you!

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Kuchiki Byakuya and his Elegant Hands headcanons (SMUT)

Byakuya has soft hands, with long and slender fingers. His nails are carefully maintained at the appropriate length (which is barely any length at all honestly. Short and neat is the noble way!), his skin smooth like porcelain and even any scars left behind by an accidental brush with his zanpakuto only add to the beauty and pure elegance of his hands. He has very noble hands. That is the only way to describe them. And you can’t help but tell him that sometimes.

Every time you see him maneuver his Senbonzakura through training exercises or battles...his hands gliding through the air, almost as if performing a dance...The way his fingers move, gathering power for kido... It makes your heart race and skip a beat!

Watching him practice his calligraphy is pure torture of the worst (or best) kind. The way his hand holds the brush as the tip slides over paper in careful, measured strokes, you can’t help but think of his hands on you...in you...teasing you with that same precision. With that same gentleness.

If you wake up early enough, you’d get the opportunity to see him get dressed and carefully put his kenseikan on. The way he smooths his haori and dons each piece of clothing...the way he assembles the kenseikan with practiced and sure motions...it kills you. You want him to undress you with the same attentiveness with which he dresses himself each morning. You want those hands to smooth over your bare skin instead of that pristine white haori. The fingerless white tekko upon his hands, tease you mockingly, enticing you just by existing.

Sometimes he will catch your intent look and wonder why you’re looking at him that way but when he asks you, “Is something the matter?” You end up simply squeaking your denial. More often than not, he has caught you staring at his hands and had been forced to recheck if he has ink smeared across his fingers.

It doesn’t take Byakuya too long to put two and two together though. Your focus on his hands and you randomly complimenting how soft his hands are or how freaking noble his hands are for no logical reason give you away entirely. He is startled to realize his beloved has a hand kink. But at the same time, he is curious to use this knowledge to please you

One night, after your evening stroll together through the manor gardens, he decides to execute his planned seduction when you are alone in your room. Right at the opportune moment, when he has you right where he wants you, he casually mentions that you look tense. Before you could turn around to say anything, he reaches out to touch your shoulders and begin to gently massage the tension away. The two of you are in front of the full length mirror in your room, just as he had planned. He can see every reaction upon your face but even more, he can feel your gaze upon his hands as he administers his seemingly ‘helpful’ ministrations upon your unsuspecting shoulders. As the tension seeps away from your very long work day, a tension of a distinctly different kind sneaks in, leaving goosebumps upon your sensitive skin.

“Are you cold?” He asks, fully aware of just what he is doing to you. That it is definitely not the cold that has your nipples pebbling.

You watch with bated breath, as his hands smooths over your clothed curves to reach the ties that hold them in place. He has them undone and the sight of him working on that knot has your mouth dry. And his hands glide back up, teasingly slowing upon your breasts, resting upon your nipples without quite pinching them.

“Byakuya...” you whisper as you try to turn around to maybe kiss him or get him as naked as he has you. You want him desperately, and you can feel his need press hard against the small of your back through his clothing too.

But he is having none of it. His hold on your naked hip tightens and holds you in place, facing the mirror. “Look,” he instructs, and your eyes meet his on the mirror’s reflection. “Look at what I am doing to you. Look at what my hands are doing to you.” With those words, his left hand moves past the curls to slide across the slit, his fingers almost entering you but not quite just yet.

It was an erotic sight. He was fully clothed in his Gotei uniform, even with his haori on, as he had joined you straight from a late meeting at the barracks. You were stark naked in front of him, without even a stitch of clothing on. The contrast of his gloved hand was an enticing contrast upon your bare skin.

While you were taking in the sight, he slid one finger inside of you. Longer than yours, and reaching a deeper part of you that you could never reach on your own whenever you dared to touch yourself. He’d pull out, and slide back in, working three fingers in...stretching you. Filling you. Making you moan with need.

Knowing that he had you at his mercy, the hand holding your hip abandoned its post to find the little nub of pleasure. He knew just the right amount of pressure to apply. Just the right way to move his fingers around your clit to maximize your pleasure. It was not just Senbonzakura he could maneuver effortlessly with his hands. He played you like a violin, strumming on all the right strings.

It was too much. His fingers inside of you. His other hand on your clit. Most of all, unlike the other times you two engaged in this kind of thing, this time you had complete visual of just how his hands looked on you while he was intently focused on making you cum. It was just way too much to handle. You burst apart, reaching your peak, and it might have been the most intense orgasm you had ever experienced.

Once you finally come down from it, he is watching you through the mirror, enjoying every expression on your face — the awe, the wonder, the pleasure...the satisfaction.

He is dead serious when he says, “You always say I have such noble hands. I wanted to see just what they were capable of.” It leaves you gobsmacked for a moment and you almost miss the self-satisfied smug smile on the corner of his lips.

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men after midnight || part two

{ poly!the lost boys x fem!reader }

|| part one || part three ||

rating: explicit

word count:  4814

chapter summary: the lost boys have caught their fun for the night. they take the reader back to the cave to continue their endeavors for the night.

warning: smut, 18+ reader only please, lewd language, fem!reader, mentioning of female genitalia, foursome, voyeurism, cunnilingus, female body parts, use of tobacco, use of liquor, use of marijuana, hints of blood, bodily liquids, blood kink, vampires fucking a human, this has not been proof read, first time really writing a smut chapter, and dirty talk.

a/n: i have been so hesitant on releasing this chapter. this is my first time writing something explicit for a long chapter. please do not read if you are not comfortable with female body parts and bodily functions. other than that ENJOY!

“Are you sure you don’t need me for the rest of the night?” You ask the bride concerning, you were the maid of honor after all you felt like shit for just leaving like this. Yet she seemed more than happy to let you leave with the band of misfits that stood waiting for you by the stairs of the boardwalk. Jennifer could only shine you a grin. “Come on, I mean when are you ever going to be invited by a group like that. Plus it’s finally time someone gets in your pants and lets you have some fun! You have been just as stressed about this wedding and it’s not even yours. Go on, get some!” Jennifer teased tugging on your belt loop of your jean shorts. You could only roll your eyes at her statement. However, you bit your lip to hide your excited smile. As you turned over your shoulder Jennifer landed a righteous smack on your bottom, which caused you to jump and hurry further away from her. 

Once you approached the guys you could feel your cheeks starting to redden once again. God what were you doing? You aren’t in high school anymore! What if they kill you? You have a wedding to run! The snaking of an arm around your waist distracts you from your further endeavors of freaking out mentally. “So babe, which one are you riding with tonight?” Paul asks slyly as he pulls you closer to his side, you could feel his jacket ornaments pressing into your bare skin. You couldn’t help but clear your throat, “I think I am going to tag along with Dwayne, no offense, but you two seem a bit wild.” You start as you pull away from the wild blonde to the brunette who was smirking down at you in a silent victory. There was a gaggle of chuckles coming from the boys. “Oh you have no idea,” Paul snickers walking up the steps leading the boys to their bikes. You swallow as you watch them the sudden frigid of anxiety causing your body to stiffen at just the sight of the motorbikes. Yet once again to coax you with a chilled hand on your back, “It’s okay, I promise I will be careful.” Dwayne whispers in your ear before shuffling to his back which he so effortlessly gets on. He hikes his tight jeans up to get more comfortable. The small action caused you to swallow. “O-okay.” You whisper as you mount his bike. Carefully you wrapped your arms around his waist. A chuckle erupted from his chest as he pulled you closer and wrapped your arms tighter, “You’re gonna want to hold on tighter, I said I would be careful, but I didn’t say I wouldn’t be going fast.” He claimed, smirking at your over his shoulder, “Hold on tight,” he kicked his bike to life and revved the engine. You could feel your body vibrating from the machine below you. It almost made your teeth chatter from the amount of power it had. After that line of reeves you heard hoops and hollers from the other men who zoomed off. The two of you were last to follow them soon a squeal leaving your lips as the bike was jolted forward.

You look around in the cave the men have lowered you into. The cave seemed like the breathed life itself, yet you didn’t question them on how they lived. It was interesting to hear the backstory of the place and how it once used to be a resort. It seemed like it would’ve been beautiful. Yet once again you were lost in your thoughts when Paul kneeled in front of your tense form. His hands splaying across your exposed thighs, it took you a moment to realize what was happening. You snapped to your senses. The sudden smell of a familiar skunk like smell that was accompanied with a melody of soft rock in the background. Each boy was doing their own thing around the cave, talking amongst themselves or picking out music. “Did you want a hit?” Paul asks, holding a burning joint between his fingers. Jeez when was the last time you took a hit off of one of these? “Why the hell not,” you mumbled attempting to take the joint from the blonde but he only pulled it away. Tsks left his lips and he shook his head, “No, part those pretty lips,” he directs you, squeezing your thigh lightly. You swallowed at the direction before parting your lips. Paul smirked up at you placing the end of the blunt between your lips. Once you inhale taking a short puff he trails his hands to the end of your shorts giving a light tug, “Good girl.” He praises which causes you to choke on the smoke. 

“Damn, Paul, we don’t want her to die on us.” Marko chimes from behind you moving your hair from your neck to help you cool down. Yet his hands sweep your hair to the side and his fingertips trail over the curve of your neck. “Plus, we don’t want her to be only choking on some smoke tonight,” Marko adds to the teasing which causes your face to turn red. Holy shit. What is happening?! “Knock it off,” David chimes from his wheelchair, his leg hiked up as he chain-smoked from his cigarette. The giggling boys backed off but of course not without Paul giving you a wink. You give a grateful nod to David as you lean back on the couch trying to calm your racing heart that wanted to escape your chest. You notice David only gave a smirk at your startled state in response. Yet Paul sat next to you sharing his joint with you. You never realized how fun these guys actually were. They were so relaxing to be around. Or was that the joint finally hitting you?

“What rude hosts of us!” Marko piped from the other side of the cave, “We haven’t offered Y/N a drink yet.” A devious smirk grew on his lips and you could only perk up trying to figure out what he was planning. Your legs slightly moved off of Paul’s lap as you tried to see what Dwayne was off to get. Paul pulled your legs back onto his lap and traced endless lines and shapes into your soft skin. You could only giggle mindlessly at the ministrations that caused goosebumps to raise on your skin. Your once tense nature was long gone by now. The mind high had taken over, investing your head with calm behavior. As you started to have a giggle attack come on you felt a chilled hand wrap around your throat from behind you. The hand tilted your head back effortlessly. You look up to see Dwayne and a bottle of liquor, you furrow your brows confused at his stance and his intentions. “Open up, sweetheart,” Marko chimed as he sat next to Paul. Your eyes flicker between Dwayne’s strong, dark eyes, searching for what was happening. However, you comply, you open your mouth slightly but Dwayne’s thumbs tilts your chin down to open your parted lips more. He leans down and parts his lips as well, the amber liquid falls into your mouth from his. Holy shit. Was the only thought that ran through your mind as he did this. You swallowed the alcohol and a drop cascaded down the corner of your lips threatening to fall off your chin. Dwayne dipped in time and latched his lips to yours, sweeping his tongue to steal the drop. You gasp into the action but relax once his lips mold to yours into a tender heated kiss. The kiss tasted of the liquor and of him. Nothing but him filled your senses, you didn’t even notice Paul’s hands massaging your thighs to trick your legs apart. 

Dwayne inhales sharply from the kiss and pulls his hand from your throat and down your chest where he teases the hem of the cropped shirt. He tugged on it before pulling away and pushing you up to face Paul who practically pulled your into his lap. The sudden move made you dizzy but the alcohol made you feel warm the second it hit your system. You pant against Paul’s features, your eyelids heavy with lust and desire. You feel your hands crawl up his neck to his jaw where you pull him into a fiery kiss. This kiss ignited another level of desire. You were buzzing with want. You wanted more, you wanted everything, you wanted them. Chuckles echoed off of the cave walls as you made out with Paul, they continued as your hips instinctively rolled against Paul’s instantly causing him to pull away with a groan. “So eager.” He whispers against your lips with a grin. “I wouldn’t be if you wouldn’t stop teasing me.” You reply breathlessly connecting your forehead to his.

“Teasing?” Paul questions loudly, which causes Marko to giggle behind his fingerless gloves. “Marko! Is that what we’re doing?”

“I don’t know Paul, why who thinks that?”

“Y/N thinks we are teasing her.” Paul smirks and faces you to Marko who leans closer to you with his arm behind Paul.

“Is that what she thinks? She hasn’t even scratched the surface.” Marko whispers ghosting his lips over yours, coaxing you to lean closer to him. As if you were in a trance you crawl off of Paul’s lap towards Marko. Your hands press into the velvet of the vintage couch to balance yourself. “Then show me.” You commanded which caused the curly haired man to present his signature Cheshire grin. 

“You think she can handle it?” Marko asks the Lost Boys, his head tilted as he leans back as your body starts to lean over his. You trap him between your arms with you leg between his. 

“She can handle it. Why don’t we give her what she wants,” David starts from afar, no longer visible from the spotlight of the moon on his chair. The only thing visible was his turquoise eyes from afar. “Give the lady what she craves the most. Fill her every need.” David orders. With your eyes glued on him in shock at him accepting the situation. Yet that was all it took for the three men to start their endeavors. Marko’s lips instantly attacked your neck, causing you to gasp and grasp onto the back of his head as he pushed you up to kneeling on the couch. Before your eyes could flutter close you could see David flicker his lighter to the dead end of his cigarette, his bright eyes practically glowing in the dark. In the second you closed your eyes you could swear you saw the orbs turn a tinge of yellow. That didn’t matter.

So many hands were splaying across your body, feeling you up and down, over your clothes some dipping below the frail pieces of fabric. Your fingers get lost in Marko’s curls as he finds the secret spot on your neck that causes you to elicit a delicate moan from your parted lips. A single hand dipped into the back of your shorts in an attempt to pull them down as lips delicately kissed your exposed back from the crop top that was already halfway up your torso over your breasts. With your eyes screwed shut you could feel delicate fingers unclasp your bra from behind. The freedom caused your ears to burn and tension making your spine go frigid. 

“Don’t be like that, relax, let us take care of you.” Marko whispered against your neck before pulling away and swiping your shirt off of you, tossing it aimlessly through the air. You blink at him as he admires you as if you were the most captivating thing he has ever laid eyes on. The expression caused your neck to grow red and a ball to tighten deep in your stomach. His head tilts up to kiss your sternum, slowly making his way down the line of bone to the crevice between your breast. There he nipped with a smirk as he mused at your gasp. He didn’t hesitate to take a breast into his mouth. The pressure of his mouth on our nipple caused your moan and threw your head back into a hand which grasps your hair. Your eyes widen slightly at the sudden tug on your roots but relax against the stubble and smooth lips of Dwayne. The teasing was already causing a heat and a tight ball to coil deep in your core. You could feel yourself already soaking through the thin garment of your underwear. The sudden pinch of Marko’s fingers and the sliding of Paul’s fingers over your clothes slit caused you to moan into Dwayne’s kiss. He only swallowed the moan and pressed deeper into the kiss, his long brunette hair tickling your features as he leaned over the couch.

Paul manages to unzip your shorts with the help of Marko’s action of unbuttoning your shorts. Dwayne ended the kiss with dragging your lower lip between his teeth. You whip your head as Marko switched to the lonely breast and licked his way around the areola before sucking on the perked nipple. The sight caused you to whimper and tug on his curls. Marko growled in response and pushed down your shorts and panties without hesitation. “Stand up,” Dwayne commands from the shadows behind the couch. You comply and stand with the help of Paul lifting you so Marko could tear the useless clothing off your body and throw them somewhere in the cave. Paul swiftly takes you in his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist and starts to walk towards an end of the cave into one of the few tunnels. Not caring you push his hair to the side and start to ghost your lips against where his pulse point would be. Before you could actually kiss your neck he lets you down on a mattress where you fall on a mountain of blankets and pillows. It was a nest. It was so soft under your exposed skin, just the sensation of the fabric enough was to stimulate your senses.

The room was dark, only lit by a few white scentless candles and nothing else. Four dark figures circle around you on the bed. All looking down at you with hunger and lust in their eyes. In a split moment you felt like it was too many eyes on you. You go to cover your chest with your arms as you sit on your heels turning to see who was at what side of the mattress. Paul in front of you, Dwayne behind you, Marko to your left and David to your right. Your pulse was skyrocketing as you covered your chest uncomfortable with the silence. However, hands wrapped around your wrists from behind you, “Don’t be afraid. We won’t hurt you, we only want to pleasure you,” Dwayne whispers from behind pinning your hands to your sides. His hand pinches your chin between his fingers to tilt your head to look towards him. He nuzzled his nose against yours before dipping in for a kiss, the kiss was reassuring and comforting, yet his opposite hand trailed down your abdomen landing just above your core. You moan into the kiss and Dwayne pulls away and makes you face Dwayne as he trails his hands down your neck and your back as he watches you crawl to Paul. Your fingertips pull Paul towards by the belt hanging off of his hips on his white pants. Your fingers work at the belt in a hurry, fumbling with the complicated belt. As you did you felt Dwayne’s fingers graze your ass dipping to the back of your thighs. You slip down Paul’s white pants surprised there was no zipper or anything and swallowed that he wasn’t wearing any underwear and that his free member sprung free with anticipation. Your big eyes looked up at Paul and smirked at you and gently caressed your cheek in encouragement, “Don’t be so shy babe, show us what you can do.”

With that encouragement you grasped his shaft gently before pressing your lips to the side of it. You teased around with your tongue, spit, and your lips. Paul hissed and grasped your hair tightly with a groan, “Damn, don’t be teasing me now.” Paul grumbles with one eye closed in pain as you continue your teasing. Yet his reaction was enough for you to take the tip into your mouth. You slid your tongue around and on the slit of the head that was swollen with arousal. Paul stripped off his jacket and shirt and kicked off his pants as he held your head steady as he carefully thrusted into your mouth. “Fuck yes, good girl. Yeah, take all of me in your dirty mouth,” Paul moans tugging on your roots. With hollowed cheeks you moaned as Dwayne’s finger grazed your slit, taking in your wetness on his two fingers, amused by how wet you were. His lips started at the low of your back, teasing you as he continued lower and lower, your moan was muffled by Paul pushing his cock deeper into your throat. You inhaled sharply through your nose as his cockhead touched the back of your throat slowly causing you to gag and your eyes to prickle with tears. Paul was quick to pull out and Dwayne was quick to dip into your heat. Strings of saliva fell from your mouth as you gasped for air. Yet the gasps were inward moans as you felt Dwayne suck on your needy clit. Paul grasps your chin before you can look down and places a few chaste kisses on your lips and pushes the hair out of your face. You moaned into the kisses as Dwayne swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud soon dipping towards your entrance. Paul soon stands and presses the head of his cock against your lips asking for entrance once again. You agree and take him once again into your mouth sucking and massaging the rest of his shaft that you couldn’t fit into your mouth. You try your best to focus and breathe through your nose but you yelp around the flesh in your mouth as Dwayne slips a finger in your entrance pumping a steady rhythm.

The sound of a chair shuffling in the room causes your eyes to shift to your peripheral where you see David take a seat gracefully and keep a sharp eye on your sinful actions. Paul snickers at this and thrusts into your mouth, “You like it when other people watch? Such a dirty girl. Isn’t she?” Paul asks and tilts his head back moaning as you moan around his cock. “She is, such a slut to be fucking three guys at once. She likes it when other people watch too. Look at her blushing. It’s so cute.” Marko joins and shifts himself on the bed. Just then Dwayne adds another finger causing you to moan as he stretches you out with his fingers. Scissoring his fingers to massage your cunt and stretch you out for any of them. After a moment he hits a spot in your heat that causes your body to surge and for you to pull away from Paul’s shaft with a gasp. You heave for fresh air as Dwayne hits it once more kissing your lower back as he continues his fingers against the sweet spot in a quicker rhythm. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” You yell out curling your toes and clenching the blanket below you. As your moans get louder Dwayne goes faster and kisses your ass quickly biting down, you yelp at the action feeling a sharp pain that soon turns into unimaginable pleasure. With that last push of pleasure you are pushed over the edge, not noticing the fact that something warm was trailing down the back of your thigh. As you came your body twitched and your chest fell to the mattress so your ass was right up in the air. Dwayne helped you ride out the high and gave a sweet kiss on your back as leather clad palms flipped you to your back. Marko was now in front of you, “You think you take more?” He asks, tilting his head, he had his pants unbuckled and below his groin, his cock restraining against the fabric of his underwear. The only response you can give is a hum and pull him close with your legs wrapped around his waist. You moan as his clothed dick pressed against your wet throbbing core. Paul and Dwayne dipped their way on the mattress splaying their fingers on your body, touching every inch of your skin with passion to stimulate your mind. 

Marko was swift at pushing his underwear out of the way and he pushed his jacket off as well, tossing it and tying his hair into a low ponytail before leaning over you. You grasp his shaft and line him up, “Holy shit,” you whisper feeling just how girthy he was. Marko smirked down at you and placed a passionate kiss on your lips to distract you as he pushed his cock into your warmth. A high pitched moan left your throat as you felt him stretch you out filling every inch of you. You pull away to gasp as he bottoms out in you. “Holy shit,” you repeat breathlessly and arch your back. Marko slowly thrusts to start you off and you can’t help but moan every time he pulls away enjoying the pleasure of the pressure in your pelvis and the tightness of his hands pushing your hips down into the mattress. As his speed picks up and your moans become louder you open your eyes to Paul and Dwayne each attached to a breast. “Oh God!” You call out grasping both of their heads, entangling your fingers in their hair. “Oh shit, babe! You feel so fucking good!” Marko gasps as he hardens his thrusts pulling you in with each thrust. 

“Fuck, oh fuck!” You yell out as you feel the coil build up in the pit of your stomach once more. This one feeling more powerful than the last. Paul lets go of your nipple with a pop and kisses up your neck, “Keep yelling like that babe, it’s so fucking hot. Louder.” Paul mumbles against your skin between hickeys and nips. The encouragement caused you to moan with each stroke of Marko’s power. With your loud moans fingers find your swollen clit rubbing it in patterns you couldn't recognize but it sent your mind through another universe. Your legs tighten around Marko’s waist as his thrusts begin to get sloppy as you feel Paul’s teeth graze your neck, along with something sharp that wasn’t his blunt teeth. Goosebumps raise on your skin and your toes curl as he bites down on your neck. The pain was distracted by the pleasure as the filthy actions continue on your clit. Energy surges through your body as the coil begins to snap. As you feel yourself going over the edge and a string of curses leaving your lips all the men pull away. You whine out of irritation and you are flipped around within a blink of an eye. Kneeling on the bed and with both of the blondes by your side you couldn’t use your investigation skills as your world was spinning. Dwayne lines his cock against your entrance and slips in with ease causing you to roll your eyes back in pleasure. “Oh my God,” you breathlessly moan into the air. as he thrusts shallowly into you. 

The rustling of leather causes you to snap your eyes forward to see David squatting in front of you. His eyes admiring your disheveled state, drinking you in with each second that passes by. Each moan and yelp causes his sly smirk to grow bigger by the moment. His leather clad hand reaches up to your forehead and pushes back the hairs that stuck to your face from the perspiration that surfaced. “No God has anything to do with this, sweetheart.” David whispers; his cold breath hitting your features causes you to flutter your eyes closed. “Such a good girl, look at you. Obedient, taking all the pleasure,” David starts and trails his hand down your neck swiping the warm liquid that was falling from your chest. When your eyes opened from Dwayne thrusting once again against you sweet spot you gasped against David. He held a finger in his mouth sucking off whatever was on it. “Oh kitten, you taste so sweet. Let go, come for us. Let it all go.” He whispers and wraps his hand around your throat, giving it a steady pressure that caused your eyes to roll back and close. “Let go.” He whispers as Dwayne erratically thrusts from behind you, pressing you further into David’s hand. “Let go, come for us.” One last graze against your g spot sent you spiraling and David was the one to catch your moans and gasps with his lips. The kiss was hard and dominating as his tongue clashed with yours, wrestling for dominance. To ride out your high Dwayne rubbed your clit quickly and with passion to get you over the edge faster.

Dwayne groaned and pulled out spilling his seed on your back. You could hear Paul and Marko as well moan in unison from what you can puzzle from them pleasuring themselves. You felt more liquid hit your back and sides. David pulled away gracefully leaving you to ride out your high with loud moans and gasps as your body convulsed with pleasure. Your body wanted to collapse against the bed but strong arms held you by your waist. Your eyes closed for a moment, causing you not to pick up any recognition of what was happening. You blinked in and out of the punks cleaning you up. Even Paul dressed you in a large band t-shirt and your underwear. You only could remember the feeling of fingertips brushing over your features and a pair of cool lips pressed against your forehead. 

Your wild night concluded you were entangled with four bodies of strangers you met that crashed the bachelorette party. Each one took care of you in a different way. Each one touching your body one way whether that be by their hands, legs, or feet. You all were piled in one bed. The soft and warm nest lulled you to a deep sleep that would seem eternal.

You wake up with a shift in the bed as Paul pulls you closer to his bare chest. He held you delicately as Marko had his arms wrapped around Paul's waist but holding your hand. Dwayne had a hand on your thigh as he laid on his back as with David by his side with his head resting under his own arm no longer wearing his layers. You blink at your darken surroundings. You try to shift but your body screams with anger and protest as it was sore and worn out. You inhale sharply trying not to wake the boys as you sneak out of their grasps. Standing on the bed you shift to your feet. For a moment you admire the sight in front of you. How peaceful they all looked sleeping. Then it hit you like a brick wall. You did not just do that!! As you tiptoed around the bodies to hop off the mattress a strong of whispered curses left your mouth as you struggled to find your way out of the tunnel. Once you reach the main area of the cave you search for your shorts. Eventually finding them you turn off the radio that was still playing the soft rock from last night. As you put on your shorts stiffly you struggle to find a mirror to make sure you look presentable. Yet there were no mirrors. Who the hell does not have mirrors?! This was going to be worse walk of shame in the history of sex.

You sweep your shoes from the ground and on your feet. With a struggle you find your way out of the cave and on top of the cliff. Holy shit was it bright out. Your whole body was beating you up as you just had climbed up flights of stairs to get on the dirt path. Hudson’s bluff. You haven’t been out here since high school. And that was to buy from a sketchy dealer and get drunk in the little bit of forest. “Holy shit, I can’t believe I just did that.” You grumble rubbing your face looking out at the horizon of crashing waves. A huff leaves your lips as you straighten out the oversized shirt, “Well, time to be in a wedding.” 

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 31, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

STORY WARNINGS: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault

First rewritten reworking 06/20/2023

Second rewritten reworking 10/18/2024

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1525

Peter pulled off of the freeway and onto the all too familiar road that was a straight shot to the faire grounds. He glanced over at me and I grinned happily up at him.

“I’ll have to go get our wristbands, you can park the car while I do that,” I offered with a smile, fussing with the fingerless gloves that I wore to cover up the masculine soulmarks on my fists.

 Peter only returned the smile, pulling up to the front entrance and letting me out. I watched as he drove off, ducking my head as a happy smile took possession over my face.

 After claiming and paying for our wristbands for the weekend, I waited at the entrance for my soulmate, wishing I had my violin on me to help me ease my anxiety.

 “Hey Mary Claire.”

 My blood turned cold.

 “Leave me alone, Kody Williams,” I scowled, not looking at my stalker as I wrapped my arms around myself.

 “Never, I love you,” he declared, reaching out to touch my cheek. I darted away with an annoyed squeal, cursing at him in Romanian.

 “You’d best get out of here or my soulmate is going to kill you,” I warned him.

 “He doesn’t scare me, my beautiful princess,” he purred his revolting pet name to me, this time, trying to touch my stomach.

 “GETTHE FUCKAWAYFROMME!” I screeched, backing away from him once more, relief flooding me at the sight of Peter coming up from the parking lot. He saw what was going down and broke out into a sprint, reaching the two of us in seconds. He pushed me behind him and stood tall and powerful in front of Kody Williams, immediately making him cower away from me.

 “What did I tell you last time I saw you, you motherfucking punk?” Peter growled as security came over to try and calm the situation.

 “You’re not her soulmate,” sneered the man as he was being taken in custody. “How much is she paying you?”

 Peter just ignored him and dropped to his knees, placing a hand against my stomach and cupping the side on my head in his other palm. Little girl punched four times in rapid succession at where his hand was resting, making me wince at the feeling.

 “I’m alright,” I murmured kissing the inside of his wrist. I stepped back, taking ahold of his hand and beginning to lead him deeper into the faire. “Do you want to get a bracelet?” I held my left wrist up, showcasing the leather cuff that I wore to proudly display my red wristband for the weekend. “I got it at my first faire back in 2017.”

 “Lead the way!” Peter let me take the lead and he followed behind dutifully, his lurking frame making me feel safe. “Do you know if security will want to talk to you?”

 “Probably,” I shrugged, not looking up. “Kody Williams was blacklisted from faire years ago, but he still keeps showing up. I swear, that boy has more problems than a pregnant nun!”

 Peter snorted at what I had said before I stopped at a booth that had animal pelts on full display.

 “This is it,” I hummed, happily greeting a tiny wizarding sized man with a smile and a hug. “Good morrow, Gerard! How are you this beautiful Saturday?”

 “Doing quite well Mary Claire; how about you?” he returned the greeting, squinting as he tilted back his head to take in Peter fully.

 “Good.” I grabbed Peter’s hand and pulled him in closer to me. “This is Peter, my soulmate. Peter, this is Gerard, the owner and sole employee at Leatherworks and Brothers.”

 “It’s very nice to meet you, Peter,” Gerard grumbled, pulling out a chair and standing on it to shake hands. “Goodness me, you’re so tall.”

 “Six seven and a half,” he offered, hugging me close to him.

 “And remind me how tall you are, Mary Claire,” Gerard asked.

 “Just a hair under four ten,” was my cheeky answer.

 “You take care of her, you hear me, Peter?” Gerard pulled out a basket of leather strips. “Which one catches your fancy?”

 I immediately picked out a band of hot pink, holding it out to my soulmate with a giggle.

 “NO,” was all that Peter said with a disgruntled look on his face. He picked out a strip of dark hunter green. “This one, please.”

 Gerard’s eyes twinkled with unspoken mirth as he measured Peter’s wrist and shaped the cuff, making cuts in it to thread the blue thread through.

 “You don’t like the color pink?” he asked as he fitted Peter.

 “I have five older sisters,” he grumbled, handing over money for his new accessory. “Growing up, it was always pink this and pink that and pink everything!”

 “I just like teasing you, Peter!” I grinned. “Besides, in growing up with seven older brothers, I can kinda relate.”

 Peter made another face as we both said goodbye to the shop owner and wandered off towards the archer’s encampment.

 “I still HATE pink,” he whined.

 “And yet you want a little girl,” I pointed out. “What will happen when she goes through the Barbie pink phase that almost every single little girl goes through?”

 “Simple.” He spun around in front of me and scooped me into his strong arms. “I will grin and bear it.”

 “But what if we have a little boy instead?” I asked, resting my head on his shoulder.

 “A little boy would be wonderful,” he murmured, tracing my ear mermaid. “Can you imagine? Teaching him music, showing him how to work on the old doom buggy-”

 “All things you can also easily teach a little girl,” I told him. “Is it too early to be thinking about names?”

 “I like classic baby names such as Violet, Josephina and Annie for a little girl,” he whispered into my ear as we came up to the archer’s encampment. He sat me down onto a table and sat on the bench next to it, one hand on my stomach as he rubbed his thumb into little girl.

 “And if it’s a little boy?” I asked, beginning to lightly swing my legs. “I like the name Thomas Joseph myself.”

 “Baby Tommy,” Peter murmured. “I like it.”

 “Yeah?” I leaned down and rubbed our noses together. “Baby Tommy.”

 “Sorry, but what are you two talking about this early in the morning?”

 We turned and saw Jackie and Sammi were up. Jackie grabbed our bags and hauled them into the tent that I would share with my two little sisters. She came back and joined up by sitting on the ground, curling her knees up into her chest.

 “Who’s Baby Tommy?” Sammi asked again.

 “No one yet,” I answered causally. “Just making plans for the future.”

 “Can I design your wedding gown?” Sammi squealed, looking ten times more awake all of a sudden.

 “Uh…” I exchanged a look with Peter, who had hearts in his eyes. “I don’t see why not…?” Sammi squealed as she flipped her sketchbook open and began to draw.

 I got off the table and sat myself in front of Peter, sighing with bliss as our hips lined up perfectly with one another, like missing puzzle pieces. I leaned back into his chest and let out a soft coo as his arms wrapped around my hips.

 “I love you,” he softly murmured into my ear. I pressed myself back into him and tilted my head backwards and up for a kiss. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

 “I love you,” I returned the affection, bringing his hand up and kissing the tattooed back of it. I could practically feel him beaming from behind me. “Who wants breakfast?”

 “You sit, I’ll cook!” Jackie interjected, popping up. “I’ll serve up in twenty!” And with that, my little sister bustled off, her light lilac kirtle swishing as she made her way to the kitchen located behind the captain’s tent.

 “Jack-Jack, I’m pregnant, not dying!” I yelled at her disappearing figure, huffing in annoyance when she didn’t respond. “Why does she always treat me like I’m dying?”

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Strangers In the Night (Xavier Plympton x fem reader)

Summary: You’re hitchhiking when getting picked up by an unexpected stranger.

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, oral sex, vaginal sex, daddy kink, fluff (omg).

Word count: 6.2k

A/N: im SORRY about the daddy kink AGAIN… i have daddy issues.

this ended up being wholesome, i feel letdown tbh.

~mostly inspired by the beautiful ones by prince~

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  You chew away on your gum, taking small steps through the gravel going towards your destination. Surrounded by nothing but a narrow road and some woods. As night begins to fall, you become a little more suspicious of each sound rocking in the trees. After all, there’s been a crazy murderer on the loose around LA. Gives you shivers just thinking he could be lurking, watching.

The sound of a car approaches and you follow the routine of turning towards the road and sticking a polished thumb up in hopes you’ll attract a Good Samaritan. The dusty red Nissan slows down to give you an unbearably loud honk and speeds away, you spit into the dust it leaves behind. “Fucker!” you yell out, although certain the road hog wouldn’t hear.

Another driver approaches, quite a large van. You shyly stick out your thumb again and feel a smile inching onto your face; sometimes friendliness can tempt the strangers. You can’t see them from where you stand, but their van pulls to the side of the road for you.

Not wasting a beat, you spit your gum out onto the road and skip over to the van. The window’s rolled down and a dapper man sits in the driver’s seat. Frosted hair hairsprayed to perfection, green tank top exposing his trim arms, and sunglasses tipped slightly over the bridge of his nose, exposing ravishing blue eyes. “Hey honey,” he greets with a smirk, “need a lift?”

You jump onto the step for the passenger’s door and lean into the window, head resting on your arms. “You headed north?” you ask, biting your bottom lip to entice the stranger.

“Sure am,” he replies looking out onto the road. “Just stopping at Oasis, is that far enough for you?”

You shrug your head into a shoulder, peering out onto the road with half a smile. You lean back on the step, gripping onto the window with your fingerless gloves. “Hey, beggars can’t be choosers, right?” you joke, leaning back into the window and turning to look at the handsome man again. He’s taken his sunglasses off completely, biting the tips seductively with his dazzling eyes plastered on you. Your heart sinks in your chest, not even bothering to hold back your nervous smile. You run your tongue between your teeth and his eyes find the floor of his van.

He shakes his head and puts his sunglasses back on. “You better get inside before you get me in trouble, baby,” he says with a slight sigh.

You jump off of the step to swing open the door and eagerly hop into the passenger’s seat, throwing your backpack into the back of his van and slamming the door shut. Digging through your pocket for a pack of cigarettes that you stole from your roommate before fleeing; you hit the box, taking the single stick that jut out, and sticking it between your teeth. “Mind if I…?” you trail off, dangling the cigarette between your lips.

His eyes dart towards you and back onto the road, “Oh no, of course not. Go right ahead,” he blurts, adjusting himself in his seat. “Actually,” he reaches beside him and grabs a small lighter, “I got that for you.”

He hangs over his seat, keeping one hand on the wheel. He sparks the lighter once, twice before it ignites. He holds the flame to your cigarette, his eyes meeting yours only for a moment. You sharply inhale the oaky, bitter taste of tobacco before hastily blowing it into his face. He leans back into his seat, suppressing an obvious smile as he goes back to focusing on the road. “You’re going to get someone killed one day if you wanna act like a gentleman, lighting up my cigarette and being all chivalrous.”

“Pfft,” he jeers. “Can’t kill anybody when there’s no one around.”

He glances at you, cross earring hanging from one of his ears and you feel a drop in the pit of your stomach. “You look so familiar,” you mention before taking another drag.

“I get Simon Le Bon a lot,” he nods.

“No,” you shake your head.

“George Michael?” he guesses with an apathetic shrug.

“No, no, not like that,” you take another drag. “I’ve seen you -your face- before somewhere,” you tap your chin, “somewhere.”

“Oh!” he sounds enthusiastic. “I teach aerobics! Maybe you came by the studio?”

“No, I haven’t,” you reply mindlessly, drawing more thick smoke into your lungs and tapping the tip of the stick to remove excess ash. You’re searching every crevasse of your brain for where you’ve seen this man before, but coming up empty.

He looks nervous with the more time you spend silently pondering. “I’m a pretty serious actor, maybe you’ve seen some of my stuff,” he suggests, trying to break the silence.

Your heart skips a beat and you accidentally fling your cigarette out the window from excitement. “Oh my gosh! Yes! That’s where I’ve seen you! I have seen some of your stuff, ooh baby, I’ve seen all of your stuff,” you exclaim, pointing down to his crotch. “One of my old roommates was gay, had a total hard-on for your VHS.”

The man shakes his head, nervous laughter evading his lips. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says through gritted teeth.

“Oh, don’t you dare bullshit me,” your voice cracks into a squeal as you push his arm. He’s still shaking his head as confutation. “No, no, no, don’t even deny it. I saw a skinny guy taking a hard piping from you! I know it was you, how could I mistake that beautiful face? And you even have the earring, c’mon.”

“Look, I don’t know who you think I am, okay?” he snaps in distress. He doesn’t entertain your claims, instead shaking his head weakly. “I’m not…” his voice quivers. “I’m not gay.”

You feel an instant pang of regret for making such a big deal about the tape. “Oh,” you sigh, “well, I never thought you, you were.” You slump back into your seat, positioning yourself to face the road again. The man has gone silent. “I mean, for what it’s worth,” you start, but your mind screams at you to stop. Just let it go, he’s clearly uncomfortable.

You purse your lips together and sigh, suffocating your hands between squished thighs. You fill your cheeks up with air in hopes it’ll get you to stop yapping. The only sound present is the tires going over the gravelly road. “For what it’s worth?” he finally asks.

You hold back a smile, turning back to him. “I was just going to say you looked like you were really good,” you blurt out. “And big,” you bring your voice higher in an attempt to sound more flirtatious, “very, very big.” He exhales a lazy snicker and shakes his head. “What?” you throw up your hands defensively, “It’s true!”

He continues shaking his head. “You’re too much,” he exhales.

“Well apparently you are too,” you quip, raising an eyebrow.

His mouth is agape, no words coming out and too stunted by yours to even attempt a rebuttal. He glances at you, eyes peeping over his glasses to get a better look. “Who are you?” he asks.

You perk up in your seat, offering your hand to him since he’s already proven himself to be a careless driver. “I’m y/n,” you say with a jaunty smile. “And you are?”

He takes your hand limply into his. “Xavier,” he says, leaning down to give a small peck onto your gloved knuckles.

“Classy,” you whisper while retrieving your hand, Xavier returns his focus to the road. Part of you is kicking yourself for even wearing the gloves and missing out on the feel of his soft lips against your skin. Dammit, why did Madonna have to make them so fashionable?

You itch to cross your legs in your seat, but knowing that would expose Xavier to what’s underneath your dress, instead you opt to just sit on them. Would it be so bad to expose myself to him? “Xavier,” you say his name to fill up the conversational lull. “Xavier, Xavier, Xavier,” you singsong. “Why did you stop to pick me up? Pick up a lot of hitchhikers?” you keep your eyes glued on him and lean your head back on the seat to get comfortable. His van does have a very homey feel.

“No, you’re my first,” he responds.

You dramatize a fake gasp, placing a hand on your chest. “Little old me? Why am I so lucky?” you press.

“Well, the sun’s setting, you’re in the middle of the woods and you’re a girl. Not to mention the lunatic Night Stalker going around the area, guess I was feeling a bit generous,” he smiles. You begin nodding your head, satisfied with his answer, when he cuts you short. “Or,” he adds, “maybe I just thought you were one, very foxy chick.” You feel your heart flutter and cheeks burn hot; you want to fan yourself like they do in movies. “Either way, I still picked you up, didn’t I?” He asks, cocking a brow.

“Oh yes sir, indeed,” you smirk with a slight shake to your head.

The woods have disappeared behind you two and in no time, you’ve reached Xavier’s destination on Oasis street. He parks his car on the side of the road and takes the keys out of the ignition, finally turning in his seat to face you like you’ve done during the whole ride. The sexual tension is beginning to become an insufferable elephant in the room. “Where you heading from here?” he asks.

You shrug your shoulders. “Don’t know, maybe crash at one of those twenty-four-hour diners until they kick me out,” you say with a slight chuckle, recalling how many times that’s happened to you before. “Just gotta get out of this place, y’know.”

He tilts his head up. “Running from something?” he speculates.

“Aren’t we all?” you roll your eyes with a slight nod.

He grins, “You can say that again.”

You take one long look at him before letting out a bitter sigh. “Goddamn it, I guess I should bounce,” you say with a frown. You reach into the back of his van to get your backpack, making sure to spend extra long bending over in your short dress. You lean onto his seat, feeling your ass press up against his arm and can only pray he’s getting a good look at it.

You eventually recover your bag from the back and sit down, body twisted towards Xavier. You prolong the inevitable, not wanting to leave his van, not wanting to leave him. There’s something about this stranger that excites you, that makes you thirst for more of him. You can’t explain it, there’s just an overwhelming attraction.

You open the door to leave his van, sliding out when he grabs your wrist. “Wait,” he protests. You stand on the step to the passenger’s seat. “Ehm,” the words get choked at the back of his throat. “I’m not in a rush, you can stay with me for a while and chat,” he suggests. “Only if you want to, obviously. You can leave too if you want, but… I think you’re a pretty cool chick.”

You purse your lips to hide a smile. “Thought I was a foxy chick,” you joke, adjusting the backpack that keeps slipping down your shoulders.

“Oh yeah,” he lifts his brows, “mighty foxy.” He nods his head, half-lidded eyes ogling you with a wide smile spread across his gorgeous face, you can’t resist him. You climb back into his van and shut the door.

You settle into the chair and he pulls out a box of cassettes from under the driver’s seat, fishing through them to find a keeper. You dig through your backpack and pull out a cherry lollipop, his eyes squinting in confusion as you unravel the plastic. “Don’t give me that look, I feel myself about to crash,” you explain yourself.

“No judgement here,” he replies, fingering through his cassettes.

You nurse your lollipop, peering into his box to find any recognizable artists, but they’re mostly mixtapes. You pluck out a black tape marked ‘Purple Rain’, the newest Prince album. “Didn’t this movie just come out?” you slur your words, lollipop sitting passively against your cheek.

He glances up. “Yes, but the album came out a while ago,” he explains, still pawing through his collection.

“Well, I haven’t heard it yet,” you shrug and shove it into the cassette player. The machine takes a moment to read the tape.

“Songs are a bit wonky and out of order, I recorded it from my friend’s album,” he confesses.

The album starts playing with a funky pop beat. “See, it’s working. Now, put that away,” you order, grabbing the box from him. “Let’s talk.”

You throw his box into the back of his van and spin towards him again. He looks up for a moment, seemingly in thought, then back at you. His enchanting light eyes capturing you from the lightening fast contact. “W-what are you running away from?” he asks with a moment of hesitation.

You take the lollipop out of your mouth. “Wow, already with the hard-hitting questions,” you tease. He stares at you, but you can’t bring yourself to meet the bright blue that sweeps you off your feet. Instead, looking at your hands and cleaning under your nails. “I guess just a bad living situation. Been house-hopping for as long as I can remember, but I basically just live out on the road now,” you meet his eyes for a second, only to embarrassedly look away.

“I get it,” he nods.

You finally look at him, sort of in disbelief. Usually the people who drive you places always lecture you about making better life decisions, finding a job, pursuing school, yatta, yatta, yatta. ‘The whole world is at your fingertips’ spiel. It takes you by surprise that he understands. “You do?”

“Yeah,” he breaks eye contact, his thumb ghosting his full bottom lip. “I was in a tough spot not long ago. We’ve grown up in the prime time of being doped up drug peddlers and I was dumb enough to fall into that bullshit. And I’m talking about the hard stuff, not like M.J. or cocaine.” I don’t do many drugs, maybe a bit of weed here and there, but I thought cocaine was a hard drug. “But,” he breaks your inner monologue, “the strongest people always go through the toughest shit.”

“Cheers to that,” you smile and cheers the air with your lollipop, penetrating the sticky candy between Xavier’s lips.  He accepts the intrusion gracefully, keeping the sweet, ravished ball of cherry between his lips. “Any summer plans?” you ask.

He takes the candy out of his mouth, the crimson orb glossing over his perfectly plump lips. “Nothing much, just teaching more classes. Got this gnarly gig up at some camp in a few weeks, should be fun,” he answers.

“I don’t know of any camps around here. Which one?” you ask, half paying attention and half peering onto the road.

“Camp Redwood.” Your head snaps back to look at him and you instinctively slap his arm in hopes it’ll get rid of the idiot in him. “What?” he shrugs.

“What’s your damage, dude?” you gasp with a facetious smirk. “Are you honestly telling me that they reopened Camp fucking Deadwood and you’re stupid enough to go work there? Please tell me you’re joking.”

“Why? What happened there?” he asks, eyebrows knit in confusion.

You sigh, you’ve been on the road for so long and even you’re more up to date on the folklore of Camp Redwood. “There was a huge massacre there. Every single person ended up dead, stabbed to bits, and all of them had one ear missing. It was a psycho killer they called Mr. Jingles because his only giveaway was the sound his keys made,” you pause to imitate the sound of keys jingling, “ching cling cling, right before he slashed them to bits!”

He smiles and squints at you, taking a moment to absorb your story. “Not even! You kind of had me until you oversold it with the keys thing,” he exclaims, waving the lollipop around as he speaks.

“Xavier, I shit you not, that actually happened,” you explain, leaning closer to him. “And the worst part is that Mr. Jingles is still alive today. Probably waiting for the day that that fucking camp reopens to escape the loony bin and do it all over again,” you make your voice low to freak him out.

He scoffs. “So what? I’m not afraid of some drip named Mr. Jingles. If anything, he should be the one scared of me.”

You laugh a little too hysterically at his comment. “Mhm, yeah right,” you mock. “He’d take one look at your George Michael lookin’ ass and run in the opposite direction,” you deliver sardonically. You fetch your lollipop and slump back into your seat, turning the dial up on the radio. A song with a raunchy beat starts up and both you and Xavier exchange a glance. “What song is this?” you ask, puckering your lips against the lollipop.

He clears his throat, “S’called Darling Nikki.”

“Mmm,” you lean back in your seat, but keep your eyes locked on him. “It’s pretty sexy.”

He nods. “It is.”

His eyes meet yours, pink tongue running over his bottom lip. You shove the candy into your mouth, sucking on the sweet taste of artificial cherry. The song puts you in the mood. Not that you weren’t already in the mood, but it offers the perfect opportunity to stop beating around the bush.

You close your eyes and tilt your head back, bobbing on the lollipop in your mouth until the savory ball hits the back of your throat. Gagging, you pull it out of your mouth slowly, opening your eyes and giving Xavier a knowing look.

He slowly exhales watching you, now leaning against his seat and lightly covering the bottom of his face with one large, veined hand. “Holy shit,” you hear him breathe.

The lollipop clings to your lips before bursting out, keeping a connection through a filthy pink string of saliva. It detaches and smacks against your chin. You keep your eyes peeled on Xavier and he studies your mouth. You slap the candy against your sodden tongue and slurp up the mess you made, keeping the lollipop pressed against your lips. “You’re a nasty girl, aren’t you?” he whispers, white teeth tugging slightly at his lip. Fuck.

“You want to see something nasty?” you ask, leaning the passenger’s seat back in preparation. “I’ll show you something nasty.”

You suck on the lollipop one more time, slobbering on it just before it’s completely drenched in your saliva. Leaning back on the seat, you hike up your short dress and expose your favourite skimpy panties. After building up so much tension between the two of you, your pussy is already wet and craving the touch of his big hands.

You rub your clit in circles before pulling the fabric to the side. Xavier’s eyes watch every movement as you trail the drenched lollipop down your body, stopping at your pussy. You run the cherry-flavoured orb down your folds and press it against your tight hole. You apply pressure until it penetrates and let out a soft moan. Recalling how long and fat Xavier’s cock was in his dirty movie, you can’t imagine how it would ever fit inside of you.

You shove the lollipop further into yourself, trying to stretch yourself out a little bit in readiness for Xavier. Wiggling the stick around inside yourself and pushing it to the point of nearly disappearing inside your hole. You shimmy it some more before dragging it out against the resistance of your retentive walls. Reinserting the candy into your mouth and getting a saltier flavour this time.

Xavier shifts around in his seat, erection booming in his tight pants. A palm over his crotch for readjustment, he leans closer to you. You can feel the warmth of his body, it makes you tingle. “I find it rude not to share,” he finally speaks.

You take the lollipop out of your mouth and veer yourself towards Xavier, setting a small kiss on his lips. He puts a hand on your cheek, guiding more of your kisses towards him, while the other hand crawls down your body. His hand stops on your thigh and you feel a thousand goosebumps erupt on that leg, a shiver running through your veins.

His lips don’t part from yours, fusing with your face and sucking ever so gently on your lips. He combs his hand towards your pussy, fingertips grazing your thighs as he inches to the throbbing in your clit. You bring the candy back down to your folds, but he takes it from you, insistent on that whole ‘sharing’ rule.

Xavier leaves your lips for a moment to spit down onto your wet cunt, rubbing the candy against your slit before pushing into your hole. Once again, it demands a meager moan out of you, this time you moan onto Xavier’s lips. “That’s right, moan for me, baby. Moan for daddy.” You summon more moans as he fucks the lollipop into you, playing them up to turn him on even more.

You gnaw on your lip and look at Xavier, light sobs still faintly spilling from the back of your throat. You must seem irresistible to him because he mashes his lips into yours and leaves your pussy to place both hands on your face, pulling you closer to him. You pull out the candy he left inside of you and detach from his kiss to pop it into his mouth.

Xavier grabs both of your wrists and slips into the back of his van, bringing you along with him. He sucks all your juices off of the lollipop before spitting it out onto the floor. As he takes a seat in the back, you sit next to him, resting both of your legs on his thighs as you two join at the lips once again. His hands brush up and down your legs, feeling the rapid growth of goosebumps with each swipe.

The kiss intensifies, tongues colliding and lips smacking. You pull at his tank top as if silently begging him to take it off. A new song begins and he moans against your lips, pulling away eagerly and leaving you lovestruck, leaning in an awkward position and trying to reorient yourself. He slides away from you and pulls his top off over his head, then begins undressing you as well, pulling for your dress to come off. You lay onto your back and shimmy your dress off, still wearing a bra and panties set. In a matter of seconds, you’re skin to skin and Xavier is on top of you, teasing you with soft kisses. His lips pulling away to mouth the lyrics: “Baby, baby, baby. What’s it gonna be? Baby, baby, baby. Is it him or is it me?”

You bring him back, kissing the sweet cherry off of his lips. His hands rough up your body, grabbing a hold of every bit of you like he hasn’t touched anybody in years. One hand squeezing your hip while the other finds your cunt to rub back and forth on your swollen clit. When you push back from his kiss, pardoning a loud groan, he kisses your neck. He savours you, handles you like a prize possession, it makes you feel warm.

You palm the bulge in his briefs, feeling him grow and heat up under your touch. His breath catches and he jerks his waist away from you. You pause your kiss to shoot him a flustered grimace. “I want this to be about you, baby, not me,” he explains, before giving one more kiss on your lips. Then one on your neck, chest, belly, down to your pelvis. You let out a broken breath when he kisses right above the line of your panties. He slides them down your legs and taunts your aching clit with his delicate breath; appointing extra sloppy kisses on your thighs as he works his way to the main dish. He looks up at you, baby blue eyes unabashedly beaming with excitement before diving into your candied cunt.

You throw your head back as he begins licking you up and pushing your legs further apart. The pleasure so built and intense that you feel it hit the moment he lays his tongue flat onto your dripping core. You feel your muscles quivering under his lick, under his touch, and your body burns with desire. One hand lays limp on your leg while the other continues pulsing your clit, his tongue shoves its way down your gaping hole.

You reach down to grab onto him, grab onto something, anything. He holds up his hand and you lace your fingers with his, squeezing at each undeniable moment of pleasure. You scrunch up your feet as he quickens the pacing over your clit, then slowing it down. He plays your pussy like a gifted musician, speeding up and slowing down just when you need him to. “Please fuck me,” you beg, the words pouring out on their own, “Xavier, I want you inside of me.”

He stops gluttonously licking up your cunt to look up at you for confirmation on your words. “Y’sure?” he questions, making sure there are no misconceptions.

You prop yourself on your elbows, raking a hand through his perfectly gelled, thick head of hair. “Unless you’d like to stay down there, daddy,” you say, squeezing him between your thighs slightly on the pet name.

“Baby, I can stay down here forever,” he lays his head on your leg and you sit up, pulling him to meet your lips. His kiss makes the world feel dreamlike, so tantalizing and hypnogogic that you swear you’re tripping on acid when he touches you.

He gives an unexpected slap to your raw cunt and you jump, unable to hold back a short peep hiccupped into Xavier’s mouth. He smiles. “I love making my kitten purr,” he whispers into your lips, slapping you once again and you chirp another calculable yelp.

Xavier climbs on top of you with his lips pressed passionately against yours, fighting for dominance. His long fingers grip the back of your neck while his thumbs massage the curve of your jaw reverently. His big hands soon venturing to other parts of your body, running down your back and promptly unhooking your bra like a burden that could no longer be adjourned. The fabric falls artlessly and Xavier paws at your breasts before he can even see them. Still locked on your lips, he circles a finger around your nipple, motivating them to get hard sooner than you’d expected. Nipping at the tiny buds, he leaves your lips to suckle them; running his tongue against your areola and giving strong sucks. You appreciate the moment so much, watching Xavier suck on your tits like his life depended on it, that you completely forgot you were in his van.

You reach down to his crotch and he lets you this time. Rubbing his long cock in his briefs, feeling how rock-hard he is turns you on even more. A shudder rumbles through your body and you take his dick out. It’s already ready for you, long and thick, harder than ever. He stops worshipping your tits to kiss you again, this time lightly pushing you down so you lay in the backseat of his van.

He stands over you, holding his cock and spitting onto it to lube it up for you. He rubs his saliva onto the head and up and down the shaft before resting it on your hole. You prop yourself up to watch it go in, feeling your heartbeat quicken with each tiny amount of pressure he puts. “Are you ready for it?” he asks, smearing the head into your wet folds.

“Mmm,” you moan, just feeling his cock against you is enough to send you to euphoria. “Yes, daddy.” He slowly starts pushing himself into you, stretching you out so much that all you can do is stifle a moan. Your nails dig into his seats, no doubt leaving some kind of mark or even some polish flakes. “Slow, slow, slow,” you plead through gritted teeth.

He accommodates and moves into you at a snail’s pace, stopping every so often when he thinks he’s hurt you. Once he’s half in, he starts pumping in and out, stuffing you up with his chunky length. “Oh my,” is all you can contrive through deep breaths.

He sees how unravelled you’ve become and leans down so you could rest your head on his shoulder. “Hold onto me,” he requests. You follow orders, grabbing onto his back and guiltily digging your nails into him with every thrust. “Let me know if I’m hurting you,” he whispers into your ear.

The rational part of your brain has already called quits on taking his dick, but you’re too charmed by Xavier to tell him to stop. Of course there’s the pain, but his cock is so deep and so big that it vellicates a sensitive area inside your pussy that you’ve never felt before. Each plunge poking at it slightly and stimulating it just enough to keep you from surrendering to his length. You’ve explored your body enough to find your g-spot, but he tickles an area that’s causing you to completely shatter. He pumps again and you feel yourself loosening up to him, although that doesn’t stop your nails from clawing up his back.

All the pain you’ve felt is absorbed into overwhelming thrill. You sit up even more now and watch his cock pump into you, your pussy accepting more of him with each thrust. He keeps hitting that spot in you and your whole body tenses up with it. You look at him, trying to find his eyes, but he’s too lost in your pussy to meet yours. What kind of witchcraft is he doing to make me feel this way?

His hands, resting on your lower back, scooch you closer to him. He doesn’t even have to move much for the both of you to feel elated, just a slight wiggle is enough for you to feel everything. You sit up on his thighs and grind your hips against him. “Your pussy,” he whispers between breaths, “so fucking good, kitten.”

Your cunt writhes with each little movement, you can feel yourself dripping onto him. “Ugh’m God!” you throw away your integrity and scream. “Jesus Xavier, oh my…” you trail off, rolling your eyes back and feeling him hit that sensitive spot again. Your tendons tightening, teeth grinding, and eyes shutting with every movement.  

You lean your chin on his head, still slightly rocking your hips, but unable to bring yourself to complete the motion from crushing alleviation. His forehead is perched on your shoulder as he tries shimmying around inside your pussy. He’s too far gone to form a sentence, too. He holds onto your back, rests his head on your shoulder and breathes rapidly onto your chest. His eyelashes give your collarbones light butterfly kisses while he blinks himself back into reality.

The song is at its climax when you take the initiative to try to finish, unsure if you can even bring yourself to conclude this little affair. You start grinding harder against him, both of you undoubtedly withholding groans to save face. You rock yourself on him harder and he finally allows himself to make eye contact with you again. A pleading look in his pool-of-blue eyes already tell you everything you need to know without saying a single word.

You fuck him as hard as you can burying your head into the crook of his neck. You take in the smell of his cologne, now mixed with sweat. It smells so good. He contributes by gyrating himself inside of you.

“Fuck!” the word weeps out without your consent. You feel yourself unwinding, again you feel it coming with each thrust, the shattering. “Oh, my fuck! Daddy, your cock is so f-fuck!” you’re crying, jumping on his rock-hard dick.

“Shit,” he seethes under you, grabbing your hips and guiding them into his cock. “You fuck me so good, baby girl,” he groans.

You jump on him, his dick so deep you think it’ll push on your belly. “Son of a- huh,” you breathe, feeling yourself starting to come. You keep beating up that tender spot deep in your cavity, providing it all the love it was once deprived and smacking it with each stimulating bounce on his cock. “Yesyesyesyes,” you don’t take a breath, “ooh there.” You keep pummelling him into you, Xavier is close too. “Right. Fucking. There,” you breathe between each jump.

You can’t get any words out when orgasm engulfs you. You stand up to prudently pull his length out of your clingy lips, giving your clit a rub before soaking his cock in your juices. “Shiiiiit,” you moan, squirting a clear liquid out of your hole and all over him, all over his van.

“Damn, baby,” he utters. You feel a single tear drop escape your eye and swat it away before he can see. Without a word, you insert him back into your, now soaked, hole; not leaving until you’ve made him come as hard as you did. You slide him back inside of you, his length hitting you all at once again. It seems to hit him hard too, because his face knots the deeper you insert him. “Fucking tight,” he sighs.

He pushes you to lay back again and starts hammering himself into you. You moan with his harder thrusts, feeling him fill you up makes you fall apart; your whole body feels weak. He can’t control himself, contorted moans escape from deep in his throat. “Where do you want daddy’s come?” he asks, trying to hold himself together, but fails miserably.

“Right in my dirty mouth,” you reply, licking up your bottom lip.

He rolls his eyes back, “Oh, fuck you,” he says with a slight laugh. His smile immediately dissipating to a twisted expression. You feel him coming to release, his grip on your arm gets tighter and he pounds harder into your pussy. He pulls himself out of you and jerks his long length above your face. You obediently open your mouth and lay your tongue flat for him to use up.

He takes a second, zealously jerking himself over you, until he empties his seed onto your tongue. You feel the warm liquid hit your tongue and immediately swallow it down for him. Pressing your lips to the tip of his cock, giving a suck to clean him up and a small kiss on the tip.

He breaths out an exasperated sigh and limply lays down on top of you. “Get off,” you giggle, “you’re crushing me.” He rolls onto his side beside you and you roll onto yours so you’re facing him. He holds out his hand, wiggling his fingers with a small frown. You grab his hand and band your fingers together, he smiles when you accept his invitation. A moment of silence is shared between the two of you, not awkward, just comfortable.

“You know you’re the only one,” he says, a slight crack in his voice. You lift an eyebrow in response. He looks down at the hand you’re holding onto, “Everybody that knows about that tape doesn’t believe me. They think I’m gay or… they just cast me out for even doing it in the first place,” he opens up, caressing your knuckle with his constricted thumb. You stay silent, letting him get it off his chest and studying the woe that washes over his face. “I don’t know,” he gives his head a slight shake.

“Fuck those people,” you shrug, “you don’t need them anyways.” His pillowy lips twist into a smirk. You use your free arm to prop up your head. “Besides,” you continue, “they don’t know what they’re missing. You snooze, you lose, right?”

He smiles. “I like you, y/n,” he sighs. “I’m not letting you slip through the cracks.”

You unbind your hands to move a piece of hair that was stuck to his forehead. “Don’t worry about me leaving, I have no where to go. I’m all yours, baby,” you say with a jokey tone, but you hope he takes you seriously. He’s usually easy to read, like an open book, but when his face turns neutral it’s agonizing to imagine what’s going on in that pretty head.

“So… you want to meet my friends?” he asks, breaking the silence.

You cock your head to the side. “Huh?”

“Come to Camp Redwood with me?”

~~~~

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[sparkie96]

for the prompt list, fluff #16 or #4 for danteleon!!! thanks in advance!!!!

(Okay, so I went with #16, which had something to do with being jealous. So, Dante is totally not jealous of Vergil. No, not at all. It wasn’t like Leon was Dante’s boyfriend or anything. )(Also available on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24292096)

He had known this day had been coming for weeks, but it didn’t help ease Dante’s jealousy. It was Nero’s Sixth Birthday, and Leon threw a party for him. It didn’t take much investigative work to figure that Nero, although Leon’s adopted son, was obviously related to Dante. If the white hair didn’t give it away, then it was the glowing demon arm. Though, Dante knew the boy couldn’t have been his. He always used a condom when it came to the ladies and, well, he was usually on the receiving end with men, with the exception of Leon. And last Dante checked, neither of them had gotten pregnant, demonic means or viruses be damned.  

That, and Leon had found the little guy when Nero was three behind Chris’s friend’s mountain house. Supposedly, he had been hidden in the shed, having been there for a couple days before Leon had arrived with nothing but a backpack, a teddy bear, some supplies and the clothes on his little back. 

As well as a demonic sword that had disappeared when Leon touched it. 

So, not too long after Leon had adopted Nero, Dante had asked Leon out and they had been together for the last three years. Leon had this wild tattoo on his hand that looked eerily familiar to Dante, recognizing the mark on the palm of the agent’s hand but not able to remember where exactly he had seen it. It wasn’t until Nero’s Daddy showed up today did Dante know where he had seen the mark, narrowing his eyes at the back of the man’s jacket. 

Vergil, Dante’s twin brother, was Nero’s real father, and he had not only left Nero for someone to find, but the Yamato so it could hide inside of a human host until Nero was old enough to wield it himself. Dante wasn’t sure who let Vergil have sex with them...but he was pretty sure they were not the most mentally sound. Or had some sort of danger kink. Vergil also happened to be very enamored with Leon, which made Dante a bit peeved. Vergil had never really cared for humans, choosing power and their destruction over them, but for some reason...he couldn’t leave Leon’s side, following the brunette around like a puppy dog…

...and it pissed Dante off to no end. 

“Daddy!” Nero called Leon, running over to the agent with a couple boxes in his little arms, “Look what Uncle Dante, Morrison, Nell, Aunt Trish, Aunt Lady and Cousin Patty got me!” 

Dante shook his head, blinking the confusion out of his eyes. He had seemingly forgotten that he had brought Nero a practice sword and a toy pellet gun. Nell Goldstein had crafted them and Dante helped design them for the little guy, figuring he could practice, and Leon wouldn’t mind. Lady and Trish also got him little holsters and a coat with a place for Nero to attach the sword to his back. Patty had gotten him little padded gloves and boots. Morrison chipped in a gift card and a book. 

Leon looked down, smiling as he knelt down to Nero’s height, helping the little boy unwrap the presents on the patio. Vergil watched with a raised brow, wearing his usual scowl. 

“Whoa!” Nero said, big blue eyes wide in awe as he opened the polished wooden box. 

Leon chuckled, gently placing the other boxes down next to him, “What is it, bud?” He asked, watching as a little clawed hand reached out to touch the dull metal blade before drifting lower and gently wrapping his little claws around the red hilt. 

With a bit of a struggle, Nero plucked the sword out of the box, giving another little “Whoa!” as he wobbled backward, the big ass blade weighed him down a bit. It nearly dragged across the grass, but Nero managed to carefully raise it, holding it between both of his little hands. The little boy looked up at it in awe, swaying with it, the blade a bit too heavy for him to start swinging it around properly. He carefully handed it back to Leon for a moment, going back to the other presents to see what other goodies the “Devil May Cry Crew” had gotten him. 

The little boy bounced on his toes, showing Leon and Vergil the little toy gun and holster, Leon helping him put it on, Nero looking at the double shot barrel of it. A little blue rose design had been on the handle of it, as well as intricate rose and vines designs along the barrel. He pulled the trigger, little pellets shooting out as he did so. Leon helped him with his new blue coat that almost dragged on the ground, Nero foregoing the boots, but accepting the little fingerless gloves. Once Leon had attached the little sword to the back of the jacket, Nero jumped up and down in excitement. 

“You’ll have to ask Papa or Uncle Dante to help you practice.” Leon chuckled, Nero cheering as he bolted towards Dante, “Wait! You forgot Morrison’s…!” 

The agent had sighed, chuckling as Nero ran to his Uncle, Dante lifting the little boy into his arms, Nero hugging him tightly around the neck. Dante hugged him back, looking over Nero’s shoulder and catching Leon’s eyes for a moment, the agent smiling happily back at him. 

“Thank You Thank You Thank You!” Nero chanted, “I love dem!” 

Dante chuckled, holding Nero on his hip, “I’m glad. You’ll have to have Papa Kennedy bring you around Devil May Cry sometime so we can get started on your training.” 

“Really?!” Nero asked in excitement, “Yay!” 

Dante smiled, “Happy Birthday, Little Guy.” 

“Thank you, Uncle Dante!” Nero said with another hug before Dante gently set him down, “Daddy also asked me to ask you if you could help with the desserts! But don’t eat dem all, okay?”

Dante ruffled Nero’s hair, “I don’t know...I heard there was going to be strawberry cake and ice cream…” 

“Nooo!” Nero protested playfully, “I’ll beat you up!” 

“I’m gonna eat it all~” Dante replied in a sing-song voice, going over to Leon. 

“Daddy!” Nero called, running to Leon once more, “Uncle Dante said he’s gonna eat all my cake and ice cream!” 

Leon looked between Nero and Dante in mock surprise, “He did? He can’t do that!” 

“He’ll get fat if he does.” Vergil added. 

Dante gave Vergil a dirty look, wanting to say something to his twin but Leon interrupted them, suggesting to Nero that he ought to show Vergil his cool presents and book. Nero turned his full attention to his Papa, adamantly babbling about his cool new toys, even naming his sword “Red Queen”. Vergil smiled, listening to the little boy go on and on. 

Leon led Dante inside his house to the kitchen, before pulling Dante in by the front of the shirt and kissing him deeply. Dante had been momentarily caught off guard, but then the devil hunter leaned into the younger, kissing him back before pulling away with a soft smile. Leon pushed Dante’s hair out of his eyes, wearing a smile of his own.

“You’ve been avoiding me all day, jerk.” Leon whispered, letting Dante hold him, “What’s that all about?” 

Dante looked from his boyfriend to back outside where Vergil crouched down, talking to Nero as Nero looked over the funny book. Chris Redfield and another woman had come over to talk with them, Nero leaping at Chris and nearly whacking the man with his sword. He smiled as Nero babbled up at Chris, showing him his new toy. Said smile melted away when he looked back at Vergil. 

“Dante?” Leon asked in concern, “You okay?” 

A sigh left Dante as he shook his head, “Uh...kind of? I mean...yes and no.” 

Noticing that Leon was even more concerned and confused than before, Dante sighed once more before explaining what he meant. He wasn’t good with words but he explained that he kind of didn’t like how Vergil was following Leon around today. It made him feel a bit uneasy and...he kind of worried that Leon was starting to take a liking to Vergil. That and Vergil being Nero’s real father did nothing to ease Dante’s worries. 

A look of understanding crossed Leon’s features, understanding what Dante had meant, giving the elder a small smile, “You were jealous of Vergil?” 

Dante gave a nod, looking down between them. Leon leaned into him, kissing him deeply once more before nuzzling his nose, “You don’t have to worry...in fact, I think this would be the perfect opportunity to ask what I wanted to ask.” 

Dante looked at Leon in confusion, Leon explaining that he was going to give Vergil the Yamato…on the grounds that Vergil would not do anymore “End of the World Shit”. He wanted Vergil to also be in Nero’s life more, saying that it wasn’t fair to Nero. He then asked Dante how he felt about that. The devil hunter thought about it, saying that he thought those grounds were fair, and he agreed with Leon about Vergil being there for Nero. 

Leon’s hands ran up his arms, before settling on Dante’s chest, “I also wanted you two to reconcile...so you two could be family again…” 

Leon explained that he knew it wasn’t going to be easy due to everything that had happened between the twins, but maybe things wouldn’t be so bad if they reconciled and worked together. They had been brothers and they were all the other had left, besides Nero. He understood that “blood” wasn’t the only thing that made one family, but maybe they wouldn’t feel the need to constantly want to kill the other if they got along. 

“...It’s not gonna be easy…” Dante admitted, looking back outside, “I could give it a shot. And hopefully he won’t be a stubborn, pain in the ass about it…” He looked from Vergil to Leon, noticing that the agent had more to say, “...I have a feeling you have another request for me…it’s not money related, is it?” He asked jokingly. 

Leon chuckled, shaking his head, “No...well, not quite.” He admitted, looking deep into Dante’s eyes, “I was going to ask...if you wanted to move in with me and Nero?” 

[mrsimoshen]

Come Dance With Me

Title: Come Dance With Me

Link: Come Dance With Me on AO3

Square filled: Cas/Jimmy on the SPN Kink Bingo Card Square filled: “Jimmy” on the SPN Rare Ship Bingo Card

Ship: Cas/Jimmy

Rating: Explicit

Tags: AU - Human, Twincest, Male Sibling Incest, Exhibitionism, Erotic Photography, Pole Dancing, Blow Jobs, Masturbation, slight D/s

Summary: Twins Castiel and Jimmy Novak perform in front of their cousin Lucifer's camera. 

Word count: 1812

created for @spnkinkbingo and @spnrareshipbingo

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@lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell, @silvaxus, @blakechaos08, @dreamyarchangel, @masterpieceofturkeycleverness   @ajcza, @buggre-alle-thisss-ineffability, @brieflymaximumprincess, @captain-winchester-27

Fic beneath the cut:

Jimmy Novak finishes warming up and stretching with a happy smile. He’s already wearing the get-up their client requested – black shorts, black biker boots, black, fingerless gloves – and feeling comfortable with it. He grins when he spots his twin walking out of the small room make-up set their stuff up in. Castiel looks gorgeous, dressed in soft pink shorts and a matching lace bustier, strappy high heels on his feet. The make-up has his features a little softer, his eyes a little larger, his lips looking plumper than usual with soft pink lip gloss.

“You look damn hot,” Cas tells him, fidgeting a little with the bustier. Jimmy snorts and walks around to help Cas straighten the slightly twisted band of the garment.

“You look gorgeous,” he murmurs. “I kind of want to ravish you right now.”

“If you do, Anna is going to kill you,” Cas looks over his shoulder and grins. “Keep yourself under control, Jimmy.”

“Yeah, don’t want to get killed by my own cousin, thanks.” Jimmy steps back and looks Cas up and down again slowly. “I’m going to enjoy today.”

Cas chuckles, letting his twin look his fill. “Exhibitionist.”

“Guilty as charged,” Jimmy grins. “That’s why we took this job, remember?”

This job is a little more risqué than what they usually do. Jimmy and Cas have been taking erotic modeling jobs since they turned eighteen, they are no strangers to erotic shoots and wearing little to no clothing in front of a camera, but this shoot is different. Once, the photographer is their own cousin (which is the reason they agreed to doing this at all. Lucifer and Michael know of their relationship, have known since there was more than the “normal” twin relationship between them.) and second… well, the client is a magazine, and the request they made was more than specific.

“I remember,” Cas hums, turning to walk past Jimmy and in the direction of the room where their cousin is already setting up his equipment. “And I’m going to enjoy today, too.”

The room where the actual shooting is going to take place is already set up for them, one wall draped in dark fabric, the metal pole in front of it gleaming in the spotlights. Michael is standing at one of the spotlights, adjusting it to his brother’s direction, Lucifer himself half-hidden behind his camera. There’s already music playing softly in the background, and Jimmy chuckles as he notices Michael lightly swaying his hips to the beat.

“Want to dance with us, Michael?”

Their eldest cousin looks over his shoulder with a grin. “You’re way better than me,” he replies, then glances at Lucifer. “Happy with this one?”

“Yeah, thanks, Micha.” Lucifer straightens and smiles a greeting at the twins. “Damn, you look good, kids.”

“Will you ever stop calling us that?” Cas mock-complains with a pout. “We’re 25, Lucifer.”

Michael laughs as he comes over to lean against his brother. “He won’t.”

“Damn right I won’t.” Lucifer grins. “Still five years older than you are, Cassie.”

Cas glares and Jimmy chuckles. “Let’s get to it, before you bend Cas over your knee, Lucifer. Not that I’d complain, mind, but we do need to get a job done. How do you want us?”

“On the pole,” Lucifer turns serious and points. “First Jimmy, then Cassie. Pick the poses you want, try holding them but don’t risk an injury for the sake of a photo. You already know the rest they want to see, I’m trusting you to deliver without directions from me or Micha.”

Jimmy nods, stretching again. “Anything specific you want to have?”

“Flirt,” Lucifer grins again, “and I want both of you visibly hard when we get started, so feel free to grope each other. Unless you need help with that part?”

“Brat,” Michael murmurs affectionately as Jimmy laughs.

“You just want to get your hands on us again,” he lightly teases, already reaching to pull Cas into his arms. His twin leans into him with a low purr.

“I admit to nothing,” Lucifer laughs nonetheless, watching as Jimmy slowly runs his hands over Cas’ body and down to his cock, stroking and teasing him through the satin. Cas sighs and slowly rubs a hand over Jimmy’s dick through his own pants, and Jimmy hums and rocks into the touch.

“They’re so damn pretty together,” Michael murmurs, wrapped around Lucifer and watching them, too. “We really should seduce them back into our bed sometime.”

“We should,” Lucifer agrees, and Jimmy can feel Cas shiver at the promise in that voice. He smiles at his cousin.

“We’ll talk after the shoot?”

“Oh, we will,” Lucifer agrees, watching them with a hungry look. “But for now… get in position, Jimmy. Time to work.”

 Losing himself in the music and the motions of dancing is easy, even if Jimmy is aware of the camera, of the flash going off every now and then. Still, as he spins lazily around the pole and pulls himself up and into one pose after the other, his surroundings fade into the background a little. He smiles when Cas saunters up to him and neatly slides into the dance with him, moving slow and sinuous and tempting, and then it’s Jimmy chasing Cas around the pole. Cas lets him pull him in every few steps and then slips free again after rubbing up against him, or rocking his hips into Jimmy’s, or stroking hungry hands over his body, flirting without words.

Jimmy smiles and follows the sinuous movements of his twin’s body, his arousal burning higher the longer they dance around the cold metal of the pole, his twin a hot, sexy prey and partner at the same time.

The music fades, and Cas comes to a stop on his knees, upper body bent backwards and his outstretched wrists touching the floor, and Jimmy growls a little from where he’s hanging off the pole with one arm and one leg. He can hear Michael’s soft groan, and then Lucifer’s rough voice.

“Jimmy, get him.”

Permission to wreck his twin given, Jimmy wastes no time in sinking down over Cas’ still form, running hungry hands over his skin. Cas gasps and arches his back, and Jimmy takes the unvoiced invitation and licks delicately over and around one nipple through the lace of the bustier. He’s dimly aware of Lucifer coming closer with his camera and looks up straight at him with his tongue still playing with Cas’ hard nipple. Lucifer moans quietly as the camera clicks several times.

“Gorgeous,” their cousin praises, and Jimmy smirks and pulls Cas into a hard kiss. His twin moans and rocks his hips up, and Jimmy grabs his ass and squeezes once before letting go and standing again. He leans against the pole, smirking down at Cas, and makes a beckoning motion with one hand before stretching both arms high above his head and gripping the cold metal. “Come here, baby. I want you to suck me nice and good,” he purrs.

Cas groans, sitting up. He doesn’t stand, instead crawling over on his hands and knees, eyes on Jimmy’s until he’s kneeling between the heavy boots. His lip gloss is smeared already and leaves a gleaming pink stain on Jimmy’s patent leather pants as Cas mouths over the prominent bulge of Jimmy’s hard cock before using his teeth to pull the buttons open.

“Oh, that’s a nice sight,” Jimmy breathes, then moans as his cock springs free from the confinement of his pants. “Hands behind your back, Cas.”

Cas blinks up at him, his lashes even darker because of the mascara, and crosses his wrists behind his back before leaning in and licking along the hard cock in front of him. Jimmy groans, watching hungrily as Cas licks over the head several times before sucking him in. Cas has no gag reflex to speak of and goes down all the way immediately until his nose brushes Jimmy’s belly, and Jimmy moans and lightly thrusts his hips forward. Cas pulls back a little and whines, and Jimmy laughs.

“Your pace then,” he purrs, then moans again as Cas starts bobbing his head up and down, sucking him eagerly. “Fuck, baby, your mouth is amazing.”

Cas purrs, fluttering his lashes, and keeps on sucking his cock, and Jimmy moans and lets his twin set his own pace, his own arousal burning higher with every lick and suck. “Close,” he finally warns and groans as Cas just hums and sucks him down harder.

It doesn’t take much more for him to come, finally breaking eye contact as his back arches and he fills Cas’ mouth with his release. Cas pulls back slowly, panting for breath, and Jimmy curses as he looks back down at his twin.

Cas’ own cock is a hard outline in his soft pink satin pants, his mouth full and pouty from sucking him, and there’s still cum clinging to his lips where he couldn’t swallow everything.

“Fuck, you look amazing.”

Cas blushes, looking up at him. “Please, Jimmy,” he breathes.

“Want to come, baby?” Jimmy asks, slowly letting his arms slide down the pole at his back. Cas nods eagerly. “Lie back, then, same position as before.”

Cas moans, sinking back into the bend position he was in earlier, arms stretched out above his head. Jimmy purrs. “Very pretty. Now then… touch yourself, baby. Let’s see you come for us.”

Cas mewls and reaches for his cock, pulling it out of his pants and starting to stroke hard and fast. Jimmy groans as he watches. “How close are you, Cassie?”

“So close,” Cas moans, twisting his wrist on every stroke. “Fuck…”

“Come for us, Cassie,” Jimmy purrs, “let us see you lose it, baby.”

Castiel moans and arches and comes over his hand, painting his belly in white spurts. Jimmy groans, hears both Lucifer and Michael echo the sound. He watches Cas breathe for a moment longer before slowly sinking down next to him, pulling him into his arms gently. Cas sighs and nuzzles into him affectionately.

Jimmy blinks as a warm blanket is draped over both of them, looking up at Michael, who smiles and crouches down to run gentle fingers through his sweaty hair.

“Rest, both of you,” his eldest cousin tells them. “That was beautiful, and really fucking hot. Take your time”

Jimmy nods, smiling back and tugging Cas further into his hold. “Thanks.”

 Shooting in their cousins’ apartment has its definite advantages, and being able to take a long, hot shower and then curling up on a comfortable couch and watching Michael work his magic on the photos Lucifer took is very high on the list.

And if, later that evening, Cas gets to watch as Jimmy writhes and moans between his cousins?

Well, there’s no photographic evidence of that, so really, it never happened, did it?

[rain0205-blog]

Terminal State

Summary:  She tried leaving, submerging herself in work to escape the horrors she had seen. The horrors she kept seeing. She never wanted to go back to that life. But when the Empire takes her home, she’s forced to face her past. Can she move on? Can she cope? Or will she require a bit of help? still bad at summaries, still working on it. ever so slightly more than slight AU gadioxoc

Internal Mechanics

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Gladiolus and Athenacia were of no assistance to Ignis whatsoever. While she was still wearing her crimson face at being caught in that compromising position, her lips were blue as the chill of the water had finally completely settled in. Gladio built up the fire while the Adviser draped a large warm blanket over her shoulders. She smiled briefly in thanks as she sat close to the warm flames and shivered as she hugged herself, only her head sticking out. Athenacia couldn't face him and it was only worse when Gladiolus had joined her on the hard ground and wrapped her up in his massive arms. Her face was warm since it was all kinds of red in embarrassment, however, he was rubbing her arms in an attempt to warm her quicker.

The physician could feel the chilly stare that Ignis was giving them but she kept her gaze on the flames as the light above them grew brighter. It had been a long time since she felt like a child in trouble for enjoying herself. Even Cor never gave her that kind of look before. Athenacia had stopped shivering and that's when the large man left her side. Still, she kept her eyes on the fire before her, hearing the sounds of Ignis beginning to prepare breakfast for them, while Gladiolus initiated his work out - his way of getting warm. Her eyes drifted toward him, watching as he moved but she would tear her gaze away the second he looked at her. The girl shoved her blanket up under her nose to hide the smile that formed the last time he caught her looking.

The morning grew later and with it the appearance of Iris and Prompto. The gunman chose not to question why Athenacia was sitting on the ground wrapped up in a blanket with wet hair. The air around her seemed quite tense and he didn't want to get a scolding from Gladiolus for bothering his girlfriend. Instead, he directed his attention elsewhere. Iris, however, was completely oblivious as to how uncomfortable the young doctor was and didn't fear her brother much at all. She looked at the doctor with a confused frown.

"Did you fall in the river?" asked Iris suddenly.

The crimson shade returned to Athenacia's face at the question and she shook her head vehemently from side to side, keeping her eyes on the flames before her. Meeting the gaze of the young Amicitia would betray the information she was trying to keep secret.

"Why is your hair wet?" asked Iris, a little confused.

This was not helping Athenacia calm her embarrassment, in fact, the further the girl probed into it the more she was likely to just drown herself in the river. Seemed a lot better than having to deal with this right now.

"Took a tumble," interjected Ignis, walking over the woman with a mug and handed it to her.

Athenacia looked up at him helplessly, only able to accept his offering. The liquid inside was warm and she knew that he had made it in order to help raise her body temperature. Again she gave a small smile in thanks as she let the hot fluid rush down her throat. It had a sort of minty taste, which wasn't altogether bad and she was sure there was some sort of caffeine in it.

"The fault is my own, I hadn't been aware of my surroundings and managed to collide with her," Ignis lied for her.

"You weren't paying attention?" questioned Prompto in disbelief.

"Dr. Virum is quite capable of moving about without a sound. Hard to notice and I was just waking up."

Prompto laughed, "I can't wait to tell Noct that you made a mistake."

Ignis sighed, walking away from her and back toward his cooking station while Athenacia found the amused look of Gladiolus. He only winked at her, which caused her to again turn that dark shade of red. The girl pointedly looked back into the fire, continuing to sip at the drink provided to her by Ignis. What was she thinking anyway? Obviously, she wasn't or she wouldn't have allowed her to get herself into that sort of position in the first place. Taking him away from his job was mistake number one, she'd have to keep her distance from him until they were outside of this place and safe in Caem.

Thankfully the morning progressed without any more inquiries about to her well being. Athenacia remained under that blanket until her clothes were dry and she was no longer cold. Breakfast was enjoyed close to the fire for her, no extra seats anyway with the Prince awake and she didn't mind being on the ground anyway. Once she was finished, Iris took her plate from her and helped Prompto do the dishes. Athenacia took that opportunity to go fix herself up a bit, walking into the tent and looking quickly for her pile of things that were off in one corner. Opening up her med bag, she replaced the two syringes into her pocket that she had shed for the night before putting her hair back up into a bun at the back of her head. It was still somewhat damp but at least she wasn't cold anymore. Once that was settled she put her bands back on, the ones on her upper arms and thigh and secured the gauntlet on her left hand as well as the leather fingerless glove on the right. Sighing, she stretched a bit of the kinks out from last nights slumber after her boots were laced up, closing up her bag and grabbed her weapon before vacating the tent. There was nothing else she needed to do in there.

Athenacia went to sit near the edge of the haven, crossing her legs under her and placed her med bag down beside her with her gladius on her lap. Carefully, she pulled it out of its sheath and inspected it in as much of the sunlight she could see. Running her thumb along the edge, she looked for any nicks she might have to repair before dipping the blade into the water, letting it wash over it. She took out her cloth and wiped it clean, finally satisfied with it.

"That is mean looking," remarked Noctis.

She looked up at him, hating that she hadn't even sensed his presence, "I guess," she shrugged.

"Why does it have that hook on the end?"

She smiled, "Have you ever been stabbed?"

He looked thoughtful, "Can't say I really have."

"Well, getting stabbed isn't much of an issue. It's when the blade comes out that you have all sorts of problems. Leaving it in is the best thing you can do until you get medical attention. This hook makes taking it out a lot more painful than leaving it in."

"Whoa."

"The further it goes in the more the hook catches. I stick this in your stomach, your intestines come out with it."

The Prince nearly blanched at what she was saying and Athenacia only smiled, his weak stomach unable to comprehend the idea. His blue orbs were on the blade in near wonder, however, following it as she put it back in its sheath.

"Why?" he asked finally.

Athenacia rose from her seat, leaving her things out of the way, "I'm a doctor, the internal mechanics of people fascinate me," she shrugged. She smiled at the look he was giving her, "While I was in the war I was still studying anatomy. I helped develop weapons that tore apart the insides of things: humans, beasts, daemons, MT's. This was one of my creations. I found it was easier to kill something when it was dying from the inside out."

"That's... morbid."

Her smile turned sad as her eyes hardened, "It's war. We did what we had to, whether we were proud of it or not..."

Noctis had nothing as she left him there. He wasn't even sure how to respond to that anyway.

The girl walked toward Iris, pulling out the ball of those grey and black striped fingerless gloves she had mended overnight. The girl looked at her curiously as the doctor approached. Athenacia placed them in her hands, waiting for her to put them on. Iris did, noticing the difference right away. Grabbing the young girl's hands, the physician tested the firmness of her work by pressing her thumbs along the knuckles with a thoughtful frown.

"I hate setting broken bones without a proper scan. This should help," said Athenacia.

Iris nodded as she felt for herself the cushions that were rubbing against her knuckles, "Thank you."

...

It took a little bit to break up the campsite but no one was really complaining. Athenacia had long since abandoned her earlier embarrassments and pointedly stayed away from Gladiolus. When they were finally ready she strapped her weapon across her back and put her med bag on top of it. No one had any complaints thus far so they plunged into the chilly river, going forward. Athenacia fell in step with Iris once more, feeling the chill on her feet through her boots as she was stuck walking against the current and uphill. Once they had reached some flat surface there was a swarm of enemies near them. A few wasps, mandrakes and one shieldshear. This was going to be quite a morning work out it seemed. Unsheathing her weapon, she attached the band to her wrist, getting a firm grip on it. She assessed her exits, her advantages and what sort of remedies she might need. First, she would have to wait until she saw how they would all spread out before she knew what move she needed to solve this issue. It did look as if it could get a bit overwhelming.

They plunged into battle. Athenacia slowly stalked along the edge, keeping her eyes peeled for her way in. Iris assisted with her potions where needed but she wasn't just a healer, with those gloves she had an easier time landing her punches and not recoiling as badly as yesterday. She was also more confident in herself. Gladiolus grabbed her hands effortlessly lifting her into the air so she could strike with her feet. Impressive, they worked together well. Now it was just the young doctor's turn to figure out what she was going to do. The biggest variable was Prompto's gun. When Athenacia found her opening it was near Ignis. That man was never too far from Noctis and neither was Gladio, however, this time he was more so on the edge than before. The doctor slashed at a wasp that found its way toward her and used that momentum to deter a mandrake that was making its way to the young man's back. Ignis caught her movements briefly, keeping at the work he was doing. Once he ducked down she used that opportunity to lay her back against his, flipping herself from one side to the other and stopping the injured wasp from getting to him. Athenacia had studied most of his moves and was easily able to help him without being in his way, noting how they had similarities to her own. Deflecting the mandrake with her gauntlet, she then hacked once more at the wasp while he finished them both off, coming in from the sky it seemed.

The former Glaive moved on from the scene, seeing the swarm among Gladiolus, Prompto and Noctis. Slashing at a mandrake and using it to launch herself into the air, she twisted and flipped until her feet landed on the ground to stop the shieldshear from hitting the Prince's back. Gladio used his massive greatsword to free it off her wrist and she ducked out of the way as he swung again. Her sights were focused on the air where the poisonous wasps resided and she twisted out of the way of one that came at her. Athenacia did a back handspring with her free left hand and then launched her gladius towards it, flicking her wrist to the right. Her body lifted off the ground, going up far above the wasp. When she was ready she shot herself spiralling down to hit it, causing it to lose some consciousness. Keeping her arms around herself, she quickly jerked not only her arms but her legs as well, head down and eyes closed as chains from her bands on arms and thighs began to whip around in the circular pattern she had started herself into. The girl was still coming down swiftly but the spikes on the lengths of her chains were greatly injuring everything on the way.

"Down!" she heard Ignis command.

Athenacia kept spinning, only gaining momentum as she plunged her way down with the wasp beneath her. All the blows delivered were finally felt when she was low enough to hit mandrakes. They screamed in protest but she kept going until she was finally on the ground, jerking her limps the opposite way so the spikes began to lay flat against the chains as they fell lifeless to the ground. When she retracted the one for her gladius it thoroughly killed the wasp she had used as a platform to get to where she was. The girl looked around her, happy she hadn't injured anyone along the way. There was only the shieldshear left and the men took it on by themselves while she carefully stepped out of the way. Athenacia began to retract the chains for her bands, watching to make sure they wouldn't hit anyone. Once she had them all back securely in place she let her gladius wash off in the water at her feet. The shieldshear was defeated, the boys very pleased with themselves.

"That was so cool!" said Prompto, looking at her.

"Where do you even hide those things?" asked Noctis, grabbing onto the band on her right arm.

She only laughed, "A woman needs her secrets," was all she offered.

The two boys were very sullen about that answer but it didn't take long before they were on their way forward. Athenacia again fell in beside Iris as they walked up the slope beside the waterfall. The scenery was nice, too bad it was infested with monsters around it. As they ascended the higher the sun began to shine brighter and she let out a deep breath, out of shape after all the uphill she had been doing. Iris was still beside her, the young girl probably handling this a lot better. One thing was for certain, Athenacia was getting older every day. Once they had reached the top it was much easier to see the sun. Danger was all around her as they stepped out of the thicket and into a clearing. The doctor stopped dead in her tracks when her eyes came to rest on the Bandersnatch that was patrolling the area, looking in awe as she had never seen one in real life before. It hadn't noticed them yet and she suddenly felt very nervous for the upcoming battle, shedding her med bag and leaving it safely out of the way.

"Not surprised," scoffed Noctis.

"It's what we came for," stated Gladiolus.

"Let's have it," declared Ignis fiercely.

Athenacia held her weapon tightly as she waited. Noctis began the battle, warping to make the first hit and they all burst into life. Gladiolus ran up to his charge with Ignis not too far away. Iris took her position on the sidelines, keeping watch for when her assistance was needed. Prompto slid - literally - into the action. Athenacia was quick to join them after a quick scan of her surroundings and wished to stay near the rear end, hacking at the poorly defended hindquarters. The issue, of course, was the massive tail that seemed to be armoured on its own. When it would come toward her she ducked out of the way, using her gauntlet as a shield when needed. They were all focused on different spots but she knew that the biggest weakness would be to hit an artery. The massive blood loss would slow it down considerably, so she kept her focus on that while dodging attacks. The tail grazed her leg, making her grunt, however, was coming back around at an alarming rate. Gladiolus was there with his massive greatsword, blocking it and allowing her to quickly scurried out of the way. The large man rolled away as well, getting to his feet instantly. Athenacia slashed again at the back legs before being forced to move out of harm's way once more. This time she opted to go underneath, hitting the soft underbelly with her blade along her path.

The Bandersnatch was incredibly quick despite its size. The physician was going to have to do some major triage after this fight, that was for sure. Currently she couldn't feel any of her injuries but she knew where they were, blood trickling down the right side of her face. From the steady stream, she deduced it was only a minor laceration, nothing a quick fix wouldn't solve and went back to observing the movements of her enemy while acting accordingly. Athenacia would have to slow it down a different way and there was only one she could think of. Raw strength was out of the question - but with enough speed, it wouldn't make much of a difference. Setting her jaw, she jumped out of the way again, landing on her feet before launching her gladius once more, allowing the chain to extend from her wrist. The blade struck right near the left shoulder blade, stuck in there firmly. It was a good spot to start from, utilizing the shock on the beast to begin her run and sliding under to wrap the chain around the leg. Noctis deflected the other claw from getting to her and she used his back to push herself up and bring the chain around the neck of the beast. Athenacia kept up her momentum and slid underneath the abdomen. Ignis offered her a hand as she came back and she again was in the air and on the other side of the monster. Sliding once more, she was at the back of the leg and Gladiolus ducked down allowing her to use his leverage to wrap herself around the other leg firmly.

The doctor was on her feet and quickly flicked her wrist to the left. The spikes came out in their full force, the scream of the beast filling their ears. However, it was still much bigger than her, no way for her to hold it in place and the shock of what she had just done caused the animal to not only shriek, but try to run away from the source of the pain. Athenacia was jerked violently off of her feet as it began its trek. The call of her name followed her in the distance as she was dragged on the ground by her right wrist. Quickly she began to busy herself to detach the armband, proving difficult with objects on the ground hitting her with every step the creature took. Finally, she was successful and unarmed when she got to her feet - so there was no way to defend herself from the tail that came around and hit her square in the sternum and pushed her quickly into a nearby tree.

Athenacia grunted in pain at the impact, sliding down until she was flat in the grass. Gasping, she was desperately trying to will air into her lungs despite the pain she felt all over her body. Her eyes began to flicker between red and normal. No, no this couldn't happen. Not now. She could feel a rushing in her ears, the sounds of fighting distant. Her eyes were still flashing red. This was not good, she had to stop this before it started. If she didn't get this under control she would kill them all and she'd never be able to live with herself. Reaching into her pocket, she managed to pull out one of the syringes. The physician tried to calm herself as she fumbled around to get the cap off of the needle. Once it was free she jammed it into her leg, throwing it as far away from herself as possible when it was empty and rolling so that no one would see it. Her world grew black instantly and she lost consciousness with one last flicker of red.

...

The physician took in a sharp breath as she opened her eyes. It was hard to intake the air but a necessary requirement. If she had the dosage right then she was out for no more than three minutes in order to recollect herself. After the last time she had to do this she found that she was out far longer than was safe while wandering around alone. Now she had it so that she was gone long enough to reset herself before being able to wake up normal again, however, given how injured she was it was best to avoid as many blows as she could. Athenacia wasn't exactly sure it would work a second time and so soon, never really had the luxury of testing it, nor would she start now with all these people that could potentially die in her wake.

It took her a moment to figure out where she was but was quick on her feet once she had. The Bandersnatch was still active though on its last legs, her last attack doing some real damage. Still a bit light-headed from the medication, Iris was there with a potion, bless her. The young girl looked genuinely worried and Athenacia had a look back at the tree she had hit, understanding why. There was quite a bit of damage to the bark, she hit it quite hard. No wonder she was having trouble breathing, she would have to check for a concussion later, perhaps a cracked rib. But now wasn't the time, quickly assessing the situation before her. Athenacia saw the shine of her own weapon sticking out of the shoulder of the enemy. The spikes were still dug into the flesh, which was severely hindering its moves. Noctis, Ignis and Gladiolus were hacking away. The Prince warped where he needed to while the other two kept up their assault. Something seemed to be missing from this picture, about to go and join them when Iris held onto her arm firmly. That seemed very unnecessary but she complied with the young girl's wishes, knowing that rushing back into battle unarmed was not a good idea. It was just such a natural instinct, muscle memory from her time in the war. Now the magic was no longer with her, it was unlikely she'd be of any help to them anyway.

Finally, after all the hacking, whacking and slashing, the beast was slain. Athenacia felt the ground beneath her shake as the large carcass fell, breathing a sigh of relief before walked toward it. Shimmers of blue in her peripherals meant that their weapons were dismissed, But hers was still sticking out of the Bandersnatch and she was lucky it didn't fall on the side she had struck it. There was no way she could move it around to free it, grabbing onto the small handle and pulling hard until it was finally free. It came with some entrails as well, courtesy of the hook. Her chain was still attached to the body, wrapped up. That was not going to be fun to detach.

"You okay?" asked Gladiolus as he came to stand next to her.

"I'll live," she answered lightly.

Athenacia began to pull on the chain but to no avail. She would have to find the end first and dismiss her spikes before she had a chance of getting it back. It would be somewhere near the back legs on the ground so that's where she went first, having to leave behind the gladius. Finally spotting it, she placed it back on her wrist and flicking it left. The spikes went to lay flat again against the metal and she then flicked her wrist to the right, commanding it to retract. Removing the band, she groaned when it got stuck, taking a step forward to assist it back to its proper place. That was, until it was pulled through. Frowning, she looked over at her weapon and saw Gladiolus holding it with one finger, giving her a smug look. Athenacia watched as the armband came once again to sit against the hilt, smiling in thanks at him as he walked towards her. It was so small that only two of his fingers could fit around the handle, but it wasn't made for him so that didn't really matter at all. Graciously she took it from him, knowing she would have to clean it off before sheathing it. She was about to pull out her cloth when a very abrupt scream stopped her in her tracks.

"Prompto!"

Iris cried out as she encountered the gunman. That's what was missing. Athenacia snapped her head toward the source quickly, running before she could even think and reacting the way she was trained to do. Swiftly she made it to her med bag and then came to where Iris and Noctis were bent over. Athenacia slid onto her knees, coming up beside the young man and quickly assessed what was going on around her. Internally she gasped at the sight. Prompto was on his back like a starfish, severely injured and didn't look much like he was breathing. The doctor just hoped that she had the tools to fix him because she could not handle a fatality.

[amandaoftherosemire]

Sing For Me - Chapter Two

Fandom: Marvel Avengers

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X OFC (Sasha)

Author: @amandaoftherosemire​

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2,618

Format: Series (Complete)

Warning: language, sexual subject matter, mostly angst, a touch of fluff (future chapters will be NSFW due to smut)

Summary: Sasha mulls over the events from chapter one before bed. Bucky does the same.

A/N: Not consistent with Marvel canon. I just started writing fanfic, please be patient. I’m open to constructive criticism and any help more experienced writers would like to offer. This chapter is a bit slow but I really am going somewhere with this, I swear. ;)

Banner by @hellzzzbelle​

Sing For Me Masterlist

Chapter One here

Chapter Two

And that was the first time Bucky smiled AT Sasha. She smiled back at him and Bucky felt like her eyes were drawing him in to drown in that warm sea. Somehow, he was completely fine with that.

With a jerk, Bucky recoiled. He was NOT completely fine with that. There were a thousand excellent reasons to avoid Sasha. Just because she was unexpectedly funny was not a reason to forget that.

The smile fell from his face and he turned away, pointedly ignoring Sasha as he stored his gear. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that her face didn’t simply fall, it crumpled. Her eyes grew wet before she turned away from him toward Steve.

He couldn’t help but hear that the rasp in her voice was more pronounced like she was holding back tears. Bucky felt an unexpected pang of guilt.

“I’m really genuinely sorry, Steve,” she implored. “That was totally inappropriate. I am so sorry if I embarrassed you or made you uncomfortable.“

Sasha reached out. Her hands and forearms were covered by her habitual fingerless gloves. The gloves were protection, for both her and them. She touched the back of Steve’s hand gently with her bare fingers.

Forgive me?” she said, smiling a little.

Steve instinctively pulled back when he felt her power touch him. He was always a little apprehensive when Sasha made this kind of connection. She knew the team was still wary of her power. That was why she kept her palms covered as most of her power centered there. No one likes to feel that their emotions are not their own. Knowing that she could see their innermost feelings regardless of how they masked them was uncomfortable enough. That she could also manipulate those feelings was… unsettling, to say the least.

Bucky watched the exchange out of the corner of his eye. It raised his hackles to see her gently touch Steve with her bare fingers. Apparently, it was the thought of Steve’s anger that had her eyes wet. He cursed himself for thinking he had any power to touch the Ice Queen.

The look on Steve’s face was inscrutable, but Bucky had known Steve his whole life. As Sasha smiled up at him, Steve’s eyes darkened with something that made Bucky’s gut twist. With what, Bucky wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

The moment broke when Steve laughed and caught her up in a hug.

“You’re one dizzy dame, Sash.”

Steve was squeezing her tight enough that her voice emerged as a squeak. “So, is that a yes?”

“Nothing to forgive you for, right? It’s all Tony’s fault.” Steve set her back down and for a moment they grinned at each other. Something passed between them that Bucky couldn’t really identify but it made him want to punch his best friend square in his perfect jaw.

“Tony,” Sasha shouted, the relief in her voice evident as she pulled away from Steve and walked back into the cockpit,“ why haven’t we blown this popsicle stand yet?”

“I wanted to wait and see if Cap was going to chuck you out the back door first,” Tony replied.

“They had popsicles in there?” Clint asked, indignantly, as the quinjet rose into the air. “Nat, why didn’t you bring me any?”

As they sped through the air towards home, Bucky’s superhearing caught Sasha murmuring to Tony under the sound of Natasha’s laughter.

“I told you I’d only make it worse. Barnes hates me more than ever now.”

When the quinjet finally set down on the roof of Avengers Tower, it was after eight o’clock. As they walked into the kitchen, the team was greeted by the sight of bubbling hot pizza on the island.

Sasha dived in, grabbing a paper towel and stacking three huge pieces on top of one another.

“I’m donion rings, guys, so I’m heading to bed. My brain feels like it’s on fire,” she said, grinning wryly.

As she walked out of the kitchen amidst a chorus of good nights, Sasha grinned as she heard Barnes say, “Donion rings?”

Sasha ate the first piece of pizza completely naked in her bathroom while she pulled the pins out of her sock bun with her other hand. She sighed as her hair fell down over her shoulders, the release of pressure on her head the first step in her nightly ritual.

Sasha’s nightly ritual was damn near sacrosanct. Over the course of any given day, she was bombarded with the buzz of others’ feelings. By the end of the day she felt bruised by it. Her preparations for bed were necessary to cleanse her mind and heart so she could sleep.

She stepped into the shower and let out a heartfelt moan of relief as she tilted her head into the stream of water and felt it flow down her back, warming and soothing her. She felt like the water was washing away all those burning thoughts that were tormenting her. She stayed like that until she felt like her mind was somewhat clear again.

Washing her hair, she allowed those thoughts of Steve back in. Those thoughts didn’t burn so fierce and she felt like she could look at them more closely.

Sasha worried about that look that Steve had given her when she shared her emotions with him. For a moment, his eyes had changed and she got the feeling Steve would like to show her exactly how he was in the bedroom. The thought was… intriguing.

Steve was smoking hot, no question. With those big blue eyes, killer jawline, and sweet smile, he had the face of an angel. Add to it that body and the man was pure unadulterated eye candy. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t had some less than innocent fantasies about what she could do with that body (today was not the first time she had wondered about his kinks), but she had never really considered making those fantasies reality.

To top it all off, Steve was just a good person. He radiated kindness and strength. He had an unshakeable sense of right and wrong and an inability to stand aside in the face of injustice. Put it all together, and he was damn near irresistible. And that was the problem.

There was nothing stopping her from indulging herself, of course. She and Steve were both unattached adults and she was sure tearing up the sheets with him would be phenomenal. Alas, that’s all it would ever be. She and Steve were not a good match romantically; she could feel that in the way their emotional auras resonated together. He was practically a paragon and way too good for her. Something in her would always crave the edge.

As she stepped out of the shower, she felt much more relaxed. Calmly examining her feelings and using logic to come to a conclusion always made her feel better. The solution for this conundrum was evident. She had the power to keep the emotional climate in a room where she wanted it. She’d just have to make sure she kept the emotional resonance on a firm friendship level when it came to Steve. No sweat.

She ate the second piece of pizza as she blow dried her hair. She felt the familiar brush of grief as she did so. Honestly, she never wanted to stop feeling it. Her father had always dried her hair before bed when she was a little girl.

“Don’t worry, Dad. I won’t go to bed with wet hair,” she murmured softly.

She ate the third piece of pizza sitting on her couch with a glass of pinot noir and an old episode of The Addams’s Family. She’d seen every episode so many times that it rested her brain to watch any of them again.

When the episode was over, she stood up and stretched. A little overly full of pizza and warm from the wine, she felt ready to deal with the rest of her burning thoughts. She turned off the television and set her meditation playlist to play from the Bluetooth speaker near the glass door to the balcony. She opened the door wide and stepped out into the cool dark.

It was stormy and overcast, but not yet raining. A brisk breeze blew through and played with Sasha’s hair. She laughed, delighted. Sasha loved storms. She half believed in fairies, in sylphs, because the wind always felt like it was playing with her. She adored it.

Sasha had placed a table on the balcony for her meditation. It was the right height so that when she sat cross-legged on top, she could see clearly over the railing. She liked to feel as close to the air as possible when she meditated. It felt like the air was blowing all of her thoughts and fears away so she could sit with herself and just be for little while. She climbed up and arranged her soft purple cotton robe around her. She straightened her back and let her hands fall loosely to her lap. Breathing deep and slow, she closed her eyes.

She knew that she wasn’t going to be able to clear her mind until she examined the rest of those burning thoughts. She let them come into her mind without trying to resist or quiet them.

Bucky Barnes had smiled at her.

Yes, he had immediately scowled and turned away, but he had smiled at her.

He’d also laughed at her jokes.

What the fuck was that about?

Her heart hurt a little as she reexamined every interaction she’d had with Barnes that day, looking for nuance of tone and expression. Without being close to him, she couldn’t use her power to find out what he was feeling. She found it frustrating in the extreme and was sure it was on purpose. Barnes avoided her like the plague.

She didn’t bother to ask herself why she cared. She had no illusions about this. She knew why she cared. She was irresistibly drawn to Barnes. It didn’t matter that he was downright rude to her on most occasions and thoughtlessly cruel the rest of the time. She knew pining after someone who seemed to want to hurt you was stupid at best and psychologically damaging at worst.

She had clothed her hurt in indifference. It was the only way she knew how to deal with it. She’d bleed to death silently rather than ever admit to the wound. Her pride would accept nothing less.

Still, something inside her sang at the sight of him. At the core of her being, a small voice sang to her, sometimes happy, sometimes sad, but always uniquely hers. The day she met Barnes, that voice started singing to him. She desperately wanted to know if something in him could sing back to her.

Today, when he smiled at her, she felt like maybe it could.

She let out a huff of breath as she realized she wasn’t getting anywhere, just perseverating on the same old obsession. She actively pushed the thoughts from her mind and concentrated on the smell of rain on the wind that danced through her hair.

Bucky watched Sasha through the glass door from the shadows of his bedroom. The door was cracked so he could hear her humming along with her music. He was sprawled in a chair tucked into the corner of his bedroom at an angle that allowed him to clearly see all of the balcony. He, too, had a nightly ritual. Every chance he got, he would sit in this chair, drink a beer, and watch Sasha meditate.

When he first started watching her, he told himself it was because he didn’t trust her and wanted to keep an eye on things. Over time, however, he had to admit that he kept coming back for something else. He didn’t want to examine it too closely, but something about the way she sat so straight and still soothed some of his anger and bitterness. When she was finished, she always looked so content and serene. He desperately wanted some of that contentment and serenity for himself. He couldn’t help but wonder if it would rub off on him if he could get close.

He scowled and took a long pull from the beer. He reminded himself that he stayed away from Sasha for a reason. He tried to remind himself that he hated her. He hated how she told stories, all wry humor, like she was imparting secret gossip. He hated how she pulled her lower lip when deep in thought. He hated that stupid curl that fell out of the bun she always wore down the back of her neck. It looked smooth and soft and his hands itched whenever he saw it. Until today, he had hated her unshakeable poise.

He laughed under his breath when he thought about the mission and how shakeable Sasha’s poise had turned out to be. She really was adorable, all flustered and apologetic. And the way she said his name today. For the first time, he’d heard her say “Barnes” without that insufferable tone, but with warmth and humor. He wondered if hearing her call him Bucky would sound even better.

On that thought, Bucky slumped further into the chair. He knew that he could never find out. He had come a long way in his recovery, even in just the last few months, but he knew he wasn’t ever going to be the man he once was. Thanks to Shuri and T'challa the trigger words were gone. With therapy and time he’d come to a place where he could cope with the memories and the changes in the world around him. However, he felt like that’s all he was doing, coping.

He was still so angry and bitter. He felt like he’d come apart at the seams sometimes with the rage that would overtake him. Rage for the life that had been stolen from him. Rage for the atrocities he’d been forced to commit. Rage for the pain that his recovery had caused his dearest and oldest friend.

The regret was even worse. Regret for the loved ones he’d never see again. Regret for the lives he had been forced to destroy. Regret for the lost boy that had loved so freely and without restriction. Regret for everything he’d lost and could never recover.

He stood up suddenly. He could feel his mind turning to darker and darker thoughts and knew that if he didn’t move, get out of his own head, he’d be screaming in his sleep tonight.

Suddenly, with a crack of thunder, the skies opened up and rain began to pour down on Sasha. Without thinking, Bucky moved closer to the glass. Sasha hadn’t moved, just tipped her head back and let the rain pour over her. She laughed, the sound so full of delight he could feel it move through him, dispersing some of the darkness that had reached out to claim him anew.

He moved even closer in concern when he saw her stand up on her table. She took her robe in her hands and looking out into the dark, sank into a deep curtsey. Still chuckling, she clambered down and walked back into her rooms, shutting the door behind her.

Bucky stood at his door, one hand on the glass where he had unknowingly placed it when she walked away. He had to resist her. She was too good, too pure, too sweet for the likes of him, he saw that now. He realized that he avoided her, been cruel to her, because he wanted to protect her. She could never be allowed to feel what he felt. She was light, and he would not taint her with the darkness inside him.

Dammit. It was much easier when he thought he hated her.

Chapter Three here