#and i just noticed the middle gif at the bottom line :(

[sweetbans29]

Not Now - CC

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader

Summary: 4 times Caitlin riles you up (requested)

Warnings: Mature

Work Count: 3k

Sweetbans Masterlist

AN: As requested, here is the opposite of Now's Not the Time. I hope you enjoy it!

one. put it away.

It is the beginning of Hawkeye basketball season and your team is looking pretty tight. Practices have been strong and everyone was working really hard to be the best. With that, everyone has been super concentrated on developing their skills and if there is anything that you know about a concentrated Caitlin it can be the cutest and cruelest thing to you.

It started out cute - seeing her tongue peek out when she was really into a game or when she was going for a shot that took a little more planning. You found it adorable and would often tease her about it at the beginning of your relationship. Fast forward a little and she showed you exactly what that tongue could do causing what was once innocent to be something that had you itching for her in the middle of a packed stadium.

It is another home game and it is going to be a challenging one. You are in the locker room with the team, everyone is getting ready and getting in the zone. You take special notice of your girlfriend who has been chewing the same piece of gum since the two of you left your apartment. Her tongue playing with that piece of gum like she was playing with you last night.

You are sitting there during your team meeting before going out for warm-ups mesmerized by the way your girl is smacking her gum. You feel ridiculous but as you are sitting there, trying to pay attention to your coaches, your knee bouncing a mile a minute to distract your body and mind. She has no idea what she is doing to you.

Once the meeting is dismissed, you all line up to head out for warm-ups. You are standing next to Caitlin and Kate.

"You should spit out your gum before we head on the floor," you say, trying not to draw any attention to the face that your skin is buzzing being so close to hers. Not touching, but close enough to feel her presence.

"Why? It's not hurting anybody," she says with a little laugh, completely unaware of the way it is making you crave her.

"Your girls right," says Kate. "Don't want you choking on it before the game begins."

You silently thank Kate as you see Caitlin spit out her gum. Her tongue runs over her lips and you bite our bottom lip, concealing a moan that so desperately wants to escape your lips.

The team runs out and you all get to warm up. Everyone knows exactly where to go and what to do. As you are shooting threes, you notice Caitlin's tongue makes its first appearance. Your center aches at the sight and you make your way to her.

You grab her arm and turn her so no one can see what you are saying.

"I am going to need you to keep that pretty little tongue of yours away, it is driving me insane," you say. She knows as well as everyone that we all need to be present in the game and by now knowing this newfound distraction of yours she makes a decision.

She doesn't say a word, rather steps back and looks at you, then down to your lips and runs her tongue over her bottom lip.

You instantly squeeze your thighs together to get any sort of friction. To anyone on the outside, it looks like the two of you are just having a conversation. But Caitlin sees your little move and brings you close enough for only you to hear.

"Keep squeezing those thighs together babe, because I am going to have them spread wide open for me tonight," she whispers in your ear then grabs a ball to shoot a three.

Your head is spinning and you forget where you are, your senses are heightened only for her. You cannot believe she just said that to you.

You are brought back to reality when you hear a whistle blow, signaling the game is going to start.

This is about to be one of the longest games of your life.

two. drawings.

It's team dinner night. it is typical for the team to go out to dinner the night before any away game and you always looked forward to getting some time out.

The team was in Connecticut for a game against UConn. Hannah and Jada were the ones to pick the place for your night out. These dinners typically consisted of getting good food because the night before games were always dry.

That is how you all found yourself in this mom-and-pop Italian restaurant. You sit next to Caitlin at the end of the table with Kate across from you. Everyone is looking at their menus when it all starts.

Your menu is on the table in front of you, and you are intensely scanning through the extensive menu. Your girlfriend's hand makes its way to your thigh. You don't think much of it as it is usually just a way for her to ground herself when she feels a little anxious. But little to her knowledge, the way she is looking in her dress has you ready to take her back to the hotel room.

You give her hand a little tap, to acknowledge her and continue looking at the menu. Her hand never leaves your thigh as you all order and start up a conversation about random things. As much as you want to jump into the conversation, you struggle to hear what anyone is saying due to your girlfriend beginning to draw patterns on your thigh.

You take a deep breath and bring your hand down to hers. You take hold of it, not removing it from its place on your leg, but to keep her fingers from dancing over your skin. She looks over at you with a slight frown but you just give her a small smile. You aren't ready to reveal how much her touch is affecting you.

The food comes out and your hand releases hers. You were fully expecting her hand to remove itself from your body but it stays put as she eats with her other hand. Only removing her hand to use her napkin to wipe her face. The second she puts her napkin down, her hand finds its rightful place on your thigh.

When you finish your food, your stomach is satisfied and you lean back in your chair. You are finally relaxed enough to engage in conversation and almost forget Caitlin's hand. That is until it begins to change up its patterns.

You are talking to Kate when your mind goes blank. Caitlin's fingers have made their way to the hem of your dress (you debated if the dress was too short when getting dressed but Cait said it was fine and that you looked good). You are now regretting the choice of outfit as the hem of your dress is quite high and with one slip of the wrist, her fingers would be where you have been waiting for them all dinner.

Your hand goes down to grab hers but she stops you with her other hand. You try to look at her - she doesn't turn to face you, but rather continues her conversation with the girls.

Her fingers are still playing with the hem of your dress, alongside now the inside of your thigh. You let out a shaky breath, doing everything in your power to listen to the conversation.

A pool begins to form at your core as Caitlin's light touch keeps gracing itself on your sensitive skin. She went between gripping your thigh to only letting the pads of her fingertips graze your skin. It is maddening.

You keep trying to give her looks to show her that she needs to cool it but she seems to be actively avoiding your eyes. So you do the only thing you can think of (aside from removing her hand which you know she will fight and you will lose) is to cross your legs. You begin to shift and are about to bring your leg over, closing your thighs to her torture when she whips her head around to you and says one word.

"No."

You give a little pout and try again. This time, she pushes her hand further up your inner thigh, high enough to feel you are dripping from her touch and have been for a while now. You are slightly embarrassed and she is quite surprised.

Not surprised as you are when her finger grazes under your thong, swiping you only once. Then bringing it out from under your dress to meet her lips, tasting you in front of the whole team.

You look around in horror, only to find no one is paying attention to you.

You use this time to cross your legs. Keeping Cait out and releasing some of the tension. Your pupils are slightly blown out and your heartbeat has quickened.

Caitlin leans over to your ear and says, "I can't wait for dessert."

three. messages.

You are the proud recipient of the John R Wooden Award. This year you were nominated alongside your girlfriend Caitlin and were chosen. That is what brings you, your family and your girlfriend to Los Angeles, CA.

You are all dressed up, and ready for the events of the day. The schedule included: the award ceremony, interview panel, and gala. You are all in for a busy day.

After putting on your watch, regardless of the event, you always wear your Apple watch. You are struggling with your necklace when you feel some hands come to your shoulders. Looking up, you see your girlfriend taking the ends of the necklace and latching it around your neck. She turns you around to face her and makes sure it is center before looking at you with a smile.

"You are beautiful babe," she says, giving your hand a squeeze.

"Thank you, love," you say and give her a hug. You both stand there for a moment, taking in each other's embrace.

"I am so nervous," you say. "I hate speaking in front of people."

"You are going to do great. If you need some comfort just look over at me and you will be just fine," she says with a smile. You thank her and everyone gets on their way.

Once at the center where you are accepting the award, the team there guides you through where you need to be. You are there with the male recipient as well which makes this all a little better, knowing you aren't doing any of this alone.

The two of you accept the award and head into the interview panel. You are sitting in front of a large group of people and reporters ready to ask you all the questions under the sun. Your eyes scan the crowd for your person. It takes you a second but you find her. She is sitting next to your parents and coach. You offer her a little wave which she happily returns.

The interview begins and questions come flying at you left and right. You are stiff and have a hard time finding your footing on how to answer them. Not that you aren't capable, you are incredibly smart, but you are much better at playing a game in front of a stadium full of people than sitting in a room full of them and answering questions.

Caitlin takes notice of your stiffness and wishes she could do something to help you relax a little...

As you are sitting up on stage, your foot taps uncontrollably. Your hand is in your lap, bouncing as much as your leg. That is when you feel a buzz on your wrist.

You look down and see a message come in.

[Babe 🤍: Look at me]

You look up at your girl and she motions you to breathe. As she does, she unintentionally licks her lips which causes you to do the same.

[Babe 🤍: Stop the leg tapping]

[Babe 🤍: Imagine my hand on your knee to slow it down]

An innocent statement, meant to help your nerves, takes your mind to someplace much less clean. You take your bottom lip between your teeth as the guy is answering some questions now.

Caitlin takes notice of this and decides to egg you on a little more.

[Babe 🤍: Imagine what my hands could do to you under that table, in front of everyone]

[Babe 🤍: Going to all the places you want them now, making you feel better by the second]

You squeeze your legs together as your cheeks begin to heat up. You are suddenly very warm and feel like you need fresh air. Someone then asks you a question and you answer it without any hesitation. Your mind focuses on the question as your body is on fire.

[Babe 🤍: Good girl]

[Babe 🤍: You'll be rewarded for that tonight]

[Babe 🤍: The question is, do you want it in the form of my fingers or my tongue...]

When you read the last of the three messages, you lick your lips and look up feeling lightheaded. You have no idea how you are going to get through a whole gala before going back to your hotel room. Maybe you won't have to wait and the two of you will find a supply closet or something.

[Babe 🤍: I will take that as you want my tongue]

[Babe 🤍: Well lucky for you I am dying for a feast]

You gulp as your cheeks continue to redden. You take a sip of your water, hoping to cool yourself down.

[Babe 🤍: Good idea on the water, you are going to need to be hydrated for all I am going to do to you tonight]

Looking up at Cait, you see her smirking at you. She then gives you a little wink you just shake your head.

You cannot believe that just happened.

four. denial. (mature)

You and Caitlin were overdue for a date night. Between practices, games, and school - life has been pretty crazy and all you want is to have a night in with your girl.

As much as the two of you enjoy going out, you both opted for a night in. You decide on a movie night, ordering takeout and having a truly lazy evening, just the two of you. Whenever you two do a movie night, you always watch two. One is your pick of movie and the other is her pick of movie. They don't need to be anything alike, but it has helped avoid any fights over who gets to choose.

The food arrives and you two take up your post on the couch. You eat and talk and laugh and really just enjoy each other's presence.

You cuddle up into her as you decide to put on the first movie - it was your choice, The Hating Game.

You are situated between her legs, your back to her front as her arms are draped around your middle, fingers mindlessly playing with the strings of your sweatpants.

As you are watching the movie, you are hyperaware of what her hands and body are doing. Her head is leaning on yours, adjusting every now and then to breathe in your scent and tease your neck with her breath.

Her hands toy with the waistband of your pants and you can't help but get excited. It has been a minute since the two of you have been intimate. Not from a lack of desire but just a lack of time. So being here now, knowing you two have the whole night - you are ready. Beyond ready, really.

Your hands graze her forearms as she reaches one of her hands into your sweatpants. Her fingers lazily play around you as you grow impatient.

"Cait - please," you say and your head leans back into her shoulder and you bit your lip.

"Please what?" She asks as she ever so gently swipes your most sensitive spot.

"Please touch me," you practically beg, wanting to feel more of her touch. She obliges as her fingers begin a work on you.

You begin to pant and moan feeling her fingers go deeper inside of you. She is still taking her time, giving you what you want but going nice and slow - enjoying every second of her girl coming undone in front of her. She loves making a mess of you.

You moan her name as you begin to feel your climax build up inside of you. Her free hand comes up to your breast as it begins to massage it, giving you a little more pleasure. You lean your head up more and use one of your hands to turn her head to bring her lips to yours.

Her lips meet yours and you moan into her mouth. You missed this so much.

Her fingers begin to pick up the pace as she feels you getting close. Not only that but you get quite vocal when you near your climax and Caitlin absolutely thrives off it. It sets a fire in her and she never wants your moans to end.

"Babe, don't stop. I am so close," you moan as your eyes squeeze shut. Her fingers doing a work on you and her lips make their way to your neck, leaving little love bites up and down it - overloading your senses.

Right as you are about to finish, you are met with emptiness. Climax fading before it even arrives. Your whole body jolts and the nastiest whimper cries from your lips.

"Caitlin Clark, what the..." you are about to yell as she places two of the fingers she just removed from you and pushes them gently but firmly in your mouth. You moan into her fingers.

She then begins to sit up, taking you with her. You move to a sitting position on the couch as she gets up and grabs your hand, placing kisses all over the backside of it.

"I plan on taking my time with you little one," she says as she pulls you up from the couch.

"And I am just getting started," she says as she lifts you over her shoulder and takes you to your shared bed.

AN: Well here it is! I hope this did the request justice. Thanks for reading lovelies! And as always, thank you for your love and support 🤍

#caitlin clark #caitlin clark x reader #caitlin clark imagine #22 #iowa wbb #ca #caitlin clark masterlist

[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: IT'S YOU AND ME, THAT'S MY WHOLE WORLD

✩ ‧ ˚. synopsis: one kiss turns into two, and before you know it, an innocent gaming session turns into something more. (streamer!au)

contents: fem!reader. suggestive (kissing/making out). the ending can be interpreted as sex. non-sexual usage/mentions of lollipops bc i have a sweet tooth and i want a lollipop rn. i didn't really spend a lot of time on this one, but i thought i'd post it anyways. whatever, your favorite streamer boyfriend is back! did you miss him? (the answer is yes). -1K words.

"you're not that good, are you?" you ask with a grin, twirling a lollipop in between your fingers. in front of you, satoru's avatar gets shot down by a couple others for what seems like the hundredth time, and right on cue, satoru curses his bad luck. "you know, maybe you'd be better if you were actually focusing on the game."

"it's not my fault," satoru insists petulantly, a childish pout appearing on his face. he sticks out his bottom lip and rests his chin on top of your head. "how am i supposed to be able to focus with you in my lap?"

you stick your lollipop in your mouth and shrug, a little smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you hum indifferently. "sounds like you're just making excuses..."

"oh?"

satoru pinches your cheek teasingly with the hand not resting on top of his mouse, fingers skating from the side of your face to your lips as he tugs out the lollipop. he ignores your halfhearted protests and pops it into his mouth, smiling cheekily as he does so. in the darkening computer screen in front of you, you can see your boyfriend's smug expression, which smirks back at you. "mmm, this flavor's good. what is it?"

"strawberry, i think," you reply instinctually. satoru shakes his head in response, taking the candy out of his mouth and twirling the stick in between his thumb and index finger before he corrects you.

"actually, i think it's you i'm tasting," he quips, clicking around with his mouse for a second before he opens up the photo app. your reflection gazes back at the two of you in satoru's comfortably large gaming chair.

"no wonder you have no game," you deadpan, looking away from the mirror image of you and satoru and towards the ceiling.

"baby, you're literally sitting in my lap right now."

"yes, and?"

satoru's laugh is clear and blue, like a sunlit sky in the middle of june. it almost feels like he hasn't been able to stop smiling around you ever since "the incident," and honestly, you wouldn't have it any other way.

he sticks the lollipop in between your lips and stops you from verbally bashing him any more than you already have. the sweet, tangy taste is a welcome sensation in your mouth, and satoru can't help but smile endearingly when your reflection looks at him with round eyes. "you're so cute," he mumbles, punctuating each word with a kiss to the top of your head.

a soft giggle slips out of your lips in response. "shut up." even as you say that, you already know his answer. if there was one bet you'd make without a doubt, it'd be that satoru can never seem to shut up whenever you're in his line of sight.

satoru's hands find themselves on your waist, and they turn you around so you're facing him. there's a different (but not unpleasant) look in his eyes as he gazes at you, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"what is it?" you ask curiously, noticing the subtle change in his expression. his eyes soften from what looked like a teasing glance to an almost longing stare.

"nothing," he hums, kissing you in between your eyes. "you're just pretty."

satoru's hands thread themselves through your hair, lightly touching the back of your neck as his lips move down to brush against yours. you extract the lollipop from between your lips and tilt your chin up, kissing satoru with a little smile. like always, he tastes like sweetened peppermints, even though you've never seen him eat one before. you'll have to ask about that later, but for now, all you can focus on is the way satoru gently nips at your bottom lip as if he's asking for attention.

you hum softly, opening your eyes and squinting at satoru, who can't help but smile against your lips. "you taste like strawberries," he mumbles, peppering butterfly kisses on the corner of your mouth in between words. "so sweet..."

you exhale faintly, not wanting to pull away from his peppermint-scented lips, and let your eyes flutter closed again. something about the way satoru's hands rest delicately on your waist makes you feel more comfortable than you've been in a while. maybe it's just the hoodie satoru had forced on you earlier when he saw you were shivering, or maybe it's the steady beat of satoru's heart that's almost therapeutic against your chest; whatever the case, you can't remember the last time you've been this at ease.

between his complicated streaming schedule and your busy life, moments like these are rarer than you'd like, but that only makes them all the more special.

five, ten, maybe even fifteen minutes pass by in silence, with the only sound being the soft murmurs shared between you and satoru. his lips fit over yours like two pieces of a puzzle, and the way you fit in between his arms almost feels too good to be true. but thanks to the slender hand that slips underneath the waistband of your shorts and the gentle tug at the bottom of your shirt, you know only too well that this is real; and hopefully, it always will be.

#osaemu #streamer!gojo #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x you #jjk x you #gojo x y/n #jjk x y/n #gojo satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #gojo satoru x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #gojo fluff #jjk fluff #gojo drabbles #jjk drabbles

[satorena]

❝ 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘’𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 ! ❞

꒰ FEATURING ! ꒱ : geto suguru x fem!reader

꒰ CONTENT WARNINGS ! ꒱ : explicit content, mutual masturbation, lots of dirty talk, fwb!reader, phone sex, fingering, squirting, reader has a vagina and tattoos on her fingers.

serena’s note. based off the line “i touch myself just thinking about you” 🌬️

11:45pm: *2 photo attachments*

11:45pm: missin’ my pretty girl

it was almost painfully embarrassing how easily aroused two simple pictures could get you. it didn’t take much for your cotton panties beneath your oversized tee to get damp with slick, squeezing your thighs together to stimulate some sort of friction.

you stared for god knows how long at your phone screen, the bright light illuminating a mean and girthy dick you’re all too well accustomed to. its brown tip raging red and leaking pre come you’d familiarize yourself with. the bulging veins on the underside of his shaft peeked through sensitive skin, mimicking the veins on the owner’s hands and wrists.

simple details on the man, such as rings and bracelets and beauty marks and an oozing tip, had you licking the tip of your fingers before slipping them past your panties, meeting your bare pussy, flinching at the contact and chilly breeze of your bedroom.

“fuck,” you sighed, head thrown back into the pillow. you performed circles at your clit, teasing yourself with your light touches.

this was exactly how suguru had his way with you. he took his time—though he preferred using his tongue but that wasn’t exactly an option as of right now— by thumbing at your clit and watching you unravel and crumble at his touch.

you mimicked your thoughts, the attention at your bundle of nerves sending blissful shockwaves throughout your limbs. your thighs squeezed together from the pleasure, and you recalled that suguru would have forced them open and made you take it like the good girl you are.

your hole clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled with what couldn’t be provided at the moment. soft whines came out your throat while you ground your hips up, subconsciously chasing your own hand in need of more pressure.

so lost in yourself, your screen dimmed, noting it would soon shut off, before pinging once more at a newer notification.

11:49pm: left on read huh…

11:50pm: don’t tell me you’ve started without me mama?

you don’t even bother trying to reply, knowing he would ring up your line in a few. good, you could use his voice in your ears while getting off, after all— suguru had officially ruined you for anybody else.

as expected, your phone buzzed in your hand and you swiped the call eagerly, pressing it on speaker before resting it on your chest.

“suguuu,” you greet him, bottom lip stuck in between your teeth. your other hand goes to slip under your tee, and grasp at your bare chest, groping firmly at the tender mound.

“you kept me waiting,” he chuckles, though you notice it’s breathy, as if forcing it out. you hear shuffling, and he heaves out a sigh, “missed you, pretty.”

“mhmm, missed you more,” you intensify the pace on your clit, fuzzy sock-cladded toes curling from the building pleasure. “need you here, sugu,”

you mewl his name, the nickname rolling off your pink tongue and into your phone speaker. the neediness behind your tone had him groaning, cursing out a ‘fuck’ and suddenly the sound of fapping grew consistent.

“oh yeah?” he tries, tries, to come off cocky but he’s just as needy as you are. perhaps even more, as the hold on his cock tightens. “tell me more baby. what else?”

you figure it’s finally time to focus your attention on your folds, which had soaked up your cunt and sheets beneath you the minute he called. your index and middle finger graze at your lips, and you whine at the sensitivity.

“want you here,” you moan, rubbing figure eights at your your folds. you stimulate your cunt in a familiar pattern, the same way suguru always worked on you. “w-want your fingers deep in my pussy, fuckin’ me open and—hah, making a mess outta me—need it suguru!”

“shit baby,” he chuckles, though muffled, as you fail to notice he’s got the hem of his wife beater tucked in between his teeth. “want me to tell you what i’d do to you if we were together?”

“yes!” you beg, unashamed as your back arches off the surface of your bed. your limbs felt liquified and there was something about his voice that had your pussy glistening terribly.

“mm, well,” he begins, his thumb grazing over his slit as he pictured you doing a million times. “i’d start off with kisses at your thighs. y’love it whenever i bite, dont’cha? love it when i mark you as mine, hm?”

you nod your head, despite the fact he can’t see. “always sugu, feels so good!”

“and when i get sick of teasing myself, i’d push your panties to the side and kiss your pretty clit,” geto sighs, almost in a trance by his own words. they roll of his tongue so naturally, stomach clenching as he imagines the things he’d do to you if he was able to.

“kiss your pretty clit before playing with it. i know it drives you—fuck—crazy. yeah, it drives you crazy and you love to act like you hate being teased, but baby, your pussy tells me otherwise,”

he spoke so sinfully in your ears, soft voice being a major contrast to the intense words that left his mouth. it churned deep in your guts, sending butterflies with a mix of straight arousal.

“i do— fuckin’ love it—” you cut yourself off, the hand on your breast tweaking with the stiff bud, twisting and pinching at it.

“you fingering yourself yet?” he asks you, and you shake your head, humming a soft ‘uhn uhn’, he continues, upping the pace of his own jerking, “good girl—get your tatted fingers in f’me, wanna hear your pretty pussy speak to me.”

“o-okay” you comply to his order, easing the void of emptiness by sliding your middle and ring finger inside your clenching pussy.

you moan loudly at the intrusion, the stretch nothing close to suguru’s fingers, but still enough to satisfy you for the time being. you feel your soft walls clench around your digits, begging for more. at the wet squelch of your cunt, you hear geto chuckle through the phone, “there we go, my favorite language.”

“wish you were here sugu—hnng, need you here and—and takin’ care of me!” you voice out your thoughts, your fingers gradually picking up their pace and plowing in your insides.

“sugu’s being mean, isn’t he? ‘m sorry baby, for not doin’ my—shit—job,” geto apologizes, the sound of his lubricated cock being jerked resonating in the depths of your ear drums.

“match my rhythm, mama,” he instructs you to follow, and despite you being so deep in your own thoughts and moans, you focus on the faint sound of his fist chafing his dick.

and so, your fingers plunge in and out your wet core, pussy gushing slickness, just to please geto.

“that’s it—my good girl, mmh, always doin’ so perfect.”

his praises did wonders to your body, as you felt an oncoming orgasm approach. your gut heated and tightened into a familiar coil, and your thighs threatened to close in on your hands.

“sugu, baby, ‘m getting close!” you warn him, now roughly grabbing at your other boob that lacked attention.

“me too, pretty girl—me too,” he grunts, the pace of his jerking increasing greatly. he works up and down his length with two hands and purpose, breathing heavily and watching his abdomen contracting tightly.

“play with your clit,” suguru breathes out, a whine escaping his throat momentarily. you moan at the unexpected sound, and he continues, “please baby—play with your clit f’me”

he begged and fuck, you’d never felt yourself be so attracted to his voice the way you did right now.

“feels’good” you slur, drool pooling at the corner of your parted lips. you multitasked with toying at your puffy clit with scissoring your cave, the drag of your fingers and stimulation of your bundle of nerves opening the dam.

“cummin’ sugu—hnng, fuck, oh fuck!” you cry out, far too loud as you release on your hand. your juices spill and you drip down to the crack of your ass, down to the sheets, soaking up your panties and mattress.

you continue to fuck yourself as best as you could despite your body jerking at the sensitivity, thighs quaking and back arched off the bed.

“r-right behind ya princess—oh fuck y/n” you hear his voice break as he shoots his load onto himself, his pretty moans all in your ears. he sounded melodic, your name belonging on his tongue as it sends tingles all over your nerves.

after a few minutes, your high comes down, and you slowly pull your fingers out of your pussy, wincing at the contact. geto’s gone quiet, safe for the panting on the other side of the phone, most likely attempting to ground himself from his own orgasm.

you clench your thighs and jolt at the sensitivity. your skin felt clammy and sticky with your arousal, and your bedroom now smelled of your sex. you miss suguru’s scent, and how much differently your sheets would’ve smelt with him in it.

“taste yourself for me,” suguru speaks up, breathless.

you do as he says, bringing your fingers up and wrapping your plump lips around your digits. you moan softly, before giggling cutely when you hear the man groaning in desperation.

“quit makin’ me jealous,” he sighs, the words almost coming out like a whine. “nothin’ gets sweeter than your pussy, swear on everything.”

you can only think of a simple solution for his complaints. you shrug, popping your lips off your soaked hand, “pull up on me then.”

the line goes quiet for a bit, and you can practically hear the arrogant smirk on his face, which only makes your lips tug into a similar smile.

“your fine ass better be ready for me in ten.”

mind you this is a canon moment between me & him 🫦

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[wileys-russo]

ignorance is bliss II l.williamson x reader

nah she's so fit i could actually die

ignorance is bliss II l.williamson x reader 2.9K words

"-can't wait to watch you spew doing laps tomorrow foordy!" you teased your australian teammate, the poor girl losing nearly every drinking game played had meant she was far from sober as she rolled her eyes and shoved you out the front door.

"oi! watch it skippy." your girlfriend scowled, hugging you protectively from behind and wagging a finger toward caitlin who mocked her sarcastically with a slur and flipped you both off before closing the door with a slam. 

avidly waving goodbye to the rest of the girls you heard leah gently remind you of the time as she grabbed your hand and lead you down the street to where her own car was parked. the blonde couldn't help but let a soft smile grow on her face as you swung your intertwined hands back and forth, chatting away to her as she merely hummed in response.

"such a gentlewoman." you grinned, your girlfriend always making sure to open the door for you, bowing goofily as you playfully shoved her head and slid into the car, clicking your belt in as leah closed your door and jogged around to the drivers side.

as she pulled away from the curb your hand rested on her leg, other one scrolling through your phone and smiling as beth sent you a dump of photos from the team bonding night you'd just attended, leah in her own world singing along quietly to the radio.

"baby you're speeding again." you glanced up and rolled your eyes noticing the blonde was doing 80 in a 60, clearly in an unnecessary rush to get back to your shared home. "its nearly eleven there's hardly anyone round, it's fine." leah shrugged it off as you sighed loudly, wordlessly letting her know you weren't impressed.

"you've only got two points left on your license! can you just slow down leah, please?" you took your hand off her leg and gave her a firm stare, the blonde purposefully not replying and instead continuing to sing along to the radio, though this time a little louder to try and ease the growing tension between the two of you.

you were doing well at ignoring your girlfriend until her hand squeezed at your upper thigh, the defender turning her head slightly and beginning to serenade you, rotating between squeezing your leg and poking at your cheek as she did.

you took your bottom lip between your teeth to try and stifle the smile which so badly wanted to spread across your face at her silly antics, but with leah belting out the last line of the song at the top of her lungs and wiggling in her seat you couldn't help but to let out a laugh and shake your head at her.

"made you laugh, loser." leah teased with a wink, holding her hand out expectantly over the middle console as you intertwined your fingers, but as you leant in to press a kiss to her cheek the flash of red and blue sirens behind you had the both of you recoiling in shock.

"oh fuck." leah mumbled under her breath, wincing as she quickly pulled over. "i told you! dick." you spat at her as leah gave you a firm warning look to be quiet and rolled down her window, smiling at the officer who wasted no time asking for her license.

"fuck!" leah swore again, punching her steering wheel angrily as the man walked off to do the checks needed. "right. i can get us out of this but i need you to stay quiet unless he asks you something and to trust me." you ordered firmly as you unzipped your jacket a little, leah giving you a strange look and opening her mouth but you waved her off as the officer returned.

"are you aware of why you've been stopped tonight?" he asked leah with a raised eyebrow, her license still in hand, and you were relieved to see he couldn't have been much older than thirty or so if that as you leant in a little closer to the window, purposefully exposing your plunging neckline just slightly. 

"we were just out for a late night drive sir, were we singing too loudly?" you pouted with a flirty smile, leah tensing beside you as the officer chuckled. "no your friend here was doing twenty over the legal limit, is there a reason we were in such a rush girls?" he asked, directing the question more toward you than leah.

"girlfr-" leah began to correct as you harshly pinched her leg and she hissed, shooting you a glare. "were we? oh god that's so embarrassing, we were just so into the music." you feigned innocence, burying your face in your hands with a groan, leah not missing the mans eyes drop down toward your chest as her hands tightly gripped the steering wheel, knuckles turning white.

"well mistakes happen, but that's also how accidents happen." the man warned and you nodded enthusiastically. "oh trust me we completely respect road safety sir. we might have just been in a slight rush because my friend has training tomorrow morning, she plays football for arsenal." you smiled charmingly, silently praying he was a local and your gamble paid off as he glanced toward leah, a brief look of surprise crossing his face before it once again turned placid.

"mm, good for her. wait here a second!" he ordered and with a nod disappeared back to his own car. "what the fuck was that?" your girlfriend seethed, rounding on you with a scowl as she leant in and quickly zipped your jacket back up. 

"that was me trying to save you from losing your license, because you didn't listen to me when i told you to stop speeding!" you whispered angrily, smacking at her shoulder with a cross frown.

but before the blonde could utter another word the officer had returned. "this is an infringement notice for speeding, it's a $311 fine. but i'm not going to register it as a proper offence so you won't lose any points or your license, but if i catch you speeding again i'll have this-" he paused to tap the top of leahs rather expensive car, only worsening her mood.

"-impounded and your license gone. understand?" he now directed his words towards leah who nodded and mumbled a thank you. "you girls get home safe now." he then smiled charmingly toward you, leah gripping the steering wheel even tighter before the man finally left, the police car pulling away and peeling off around a corner.

you readied yourself for your earlier argument to recommence but to your surprise leah simply tucked the fine away and turned the engine back on, carefully pulling away from the curb and continuing the drive back, refusing to even look at you.

"what time do we have to be at training tomorrow?" you asked, hoping a simple question might be the best way to break the thick silence which built up, almost suffocating. "leah?" you questioned, watching the blondes jaw tense but she still remained silent.

"are you seriously giving me the silent treatment right now?" you asked in disbelief, folding your arms over your chest and twisting your body to look directly at the blonde, who felt your eyes piercing into the side of her head but still, not a word.

"if i hadn't done that you'd not be driving home right now leah or for the next however many months, think about that!" you continued seriously, your irritation growing as your girlfriend scoffed quietly but otherwise said nothing.

"and for something as stupid as speeding." you spat, engrossing your attention back into your phone as leah turned the radio up, rolling her shoulders and neck as her sights never left the road in front of her.

the thick tension between the two of you only seemed to worsen throughout the duration of your ride home, and as leah pulled into the garage she couldn't get out of the car fast enough. you felt your stomach clench as the taller girl stormed off inside, making a firm point to slam the door after her.

with a tired exhale you sunk into your seat, tucking your knees into your chest and resting your chin on them. flicking aimlessly through your social medias you decided to give leah some space to hopefully cool off, feeling your own previous irritation begin to melt away as you did.

after around twenty minutes you felt your back starting to stiffen and finally slipped out of the car, closing the garage door where it had been left open and making your way inside. you heard the tv going as you followed the sound to the living room, seeing your girlfriend curled up on the furthest corner of the sofa, of course watching the golf.

"lee?" you called out softly, frowning as once again the english captain ignored you, eyes never even flickering away from the tv screen. "leah. come on baby please can we at least talk about this?" you attempted to sit beside her as the older girl suddenly swung her body around, her legs occupying the once free space instead.

"oh really?" you scoffed in disbelief, moving to stand directly in her eyeline as the girl simply looked through you, refusing to drop her stubborn behavior. "you are so fucking immature leah." you spat with a shake of your head, storming off into the kitchen and taking a seat at the island, head thumping down softly to rest on the cool marble of the counter top.

you let out a long and tired sigh, your eyes strained and begging for sleep as your body craved nothing more than to be curled up in bed with your blonde lover, betraying your mind which wanted nothing else than to slap the stubbornness right off her face.

you glanced up as you heard a noise, seeing leah rummaging through the fridge clearly looking for something. "top shelf at the back, to the left." you sighed, knowing exactly what she was after as the blonde plucked out a chocolate and wordlessly left the kitchen.

"you're welcome." you rolled your eyes and decided to follow her, beyond exhausted and having had just about enough of this by now. "leah, you're being stupid." you stated firmly, snatching the remote and flicking off the tv, the blonde rolling onto her back and looking up at the roof.

"i really don't see why you're so upset with me, if you had just listened and slowed down we wouldn't be in this position in the first place!" you huffed, throwing your hands in the air as once again leah ignored you, staring upward as if the ceiling was the most interesting thing in the world.

but as you looked at her properly, taking into note the way her eyebrows furrowed, jaw clenched and there was just a slight hint of a pout on her lips, the penny dropped.

"oh my god you're not angry you're jealous!" you laughed, the way your girlfriend was quick to disagree only further proving your point. "leah really!" you shook your head, bounding over toward her and sitting down, your legs straddling hers as you grinned down at the moody blonde.

"get off." your girlfriend muttered quietly, crossing her arms over her chest as you attempted to hold her hand. "you can't seriously be jealous that i flashed a cute smile and played dumb to get you out of losing your license." you smiled in amusement, any previous annoyance completely gone as leah huffed.

"im not jealous." the older girl finally looked at you, propping her body up slightly more with a frown. 

"lee, baby. firstly; that police officer was a man! secondly; i did that for you! thirdly; i'm a little preoccupied being head over heels for a certain grumpy blonde defender to even pay anyone else a single thought." you promised with a smile, laying down on top of her.

"come on, stop being stroppy." you teased, poking at her as she smacked away your hands. "you told him we were friends. you said and i quote that your friend plays for arsenal!" your girlfriends face softened, a pout now replacing her once tense frown.

"well there wasn't much point in me flirting with him if he thought we were dating now was there? I also didn’t mention that I too play for arsenal, he could have figured it out and given you the full fine and offence!" you rolled your eyes as leah huffed slightly. 

"see you were flirting with him, i know that stupid little unzipping of the jacket trick." the taller girl rolled her eyes and your grin widened. "certainly worked on you didn't it?" you smiled smugly, hands cupping the captains face and gently tracing her jaw with your thumbs. 

"you are never again allowed to flirt with anyone that isn't me or katie!" leah warned sternly causing you to let out a laugh. "-and the only reason you're allowed to flirt with mccabe is because i know she's my best friend and wouldn't ever dare to go there, and the two of you only do it to wind up me and rue!" leah rolled her eyes, arms coming to wrap around you, sneaking up the back of your hoodie.

"mm absolutely correct and it works every damn time!" you hummed knowingly, dipping your head and peppering the older girls face everywhere with light kisses, your heart soaring as she laughed. 

“see this? what letter is this?” you tugged your necklace out from your collar, holding up the small golden L with a raise of your eyebrow. “an L.” leah mumbled with a roll of her eyes. “correct. and why would I be wearing a necklace with an L?” you questioned again.

“cause you’re a loser?” leah answered seriously and your eyes widened, hands removed from her body and moving to unclasp the chain. “okay okay! for leah.” your girlfriend stopped you, tugging your hands away and kissing your palms sweetly.

“exactly, because i love you. even if you are a frustratingly stubborn woman to deal with sometimes williamson." the words were accompanied with a playful eye roll.

"and i love you, even if you are an absolute handful to deal with pretty much all of the time." the blonde teased, moving a hand to rest on the back of your neck, pulling you down to capture your lips with hers.

"you know the best part about arguing with you?" the older girl mumbled into the kiss, and you squealed in surprise as the defender easily flipped your positions, hovering on top of you with a suggestive smirk.

"makeup sex."

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[snowsinterlude]

˚₊· gluttony. ໒꒱ 

(coriolanus snow x reader)

summary: your best friend seemed to have taken a liking to your corset and how tight it was on you.

c.w: boob adoration, fingering, oral (f. recieving), making reader taste herself, overstimulation, praising, friends with benefits, sex is refered to as feeding.

you discovered in a very different way that your best friend was a big fan of the corsets you use to wear.

with his hands having the task to tighten your corset, his eyes seemed to never leave your waist nor your breasts, and god- the way that fucking corset hugged your body so tight was making him crazy. and you knew it. you fucking knew it. otherwise, why would you ask him to do it?

having this thought in your head, it didn't took much for you to sense the hunger on his eyes, the way his mouth seemed to salivate with the idea of your boobs popping out of your white corset; the hunger to have your nipples on his mouth.

"coryo" you called, and he hummed in response, not even taking his eyes off that corset. "are you fine..?"

he seemed to wake up, finally. his thumbs rubbing on your waist, gripping on it, his face way too close to your cleavage and he hummed a bit again before placing his chin on your cleavage, "i'm fine, yes. just a lil' hungry"

"hungry?" you chuckled, his hands moving down to grab your ass. "that's your excuse now?"

"mhm," he voiced, kissing your cleavage. "do i have the permission to eat, miss?"

"of course, mr. snow" you said. and of course he didn’t even need to wait to finally pull your corset just a bit down your body, enough to expose your chest entirely; enough for him to grab them kindly, massage them, feel them, and god, everything he did seemed to get lewder, perverted, malicious.

it truly seemed like he wanted to eat you whole. he wanted to put you entirely into his mouth.

and when he noticed he couldn't, he grabbed your boobs together, his mouth salivating before he mouthed both your nipples at once, sucking them, his tongue playing with both at the same time.

gluttony was a sin, you were sure he would go to hell for it.

with that being clear, your moans weren't supposed to be that loud, but he got you closer, pulling you by the waist, seating you on his lap, getting rid of the skirt you wear, sucking on your tits, adoring them, fondling them.

"coryo, stop-" you begged, tugging on his hair, a line of saliva connecting his tongue to your tits.

"why?" he asked, his hand reaching for your panties, a small damp spot beginning to appear right on the middle. "i mean, look at you, doll. you're so nicely wet for me."

"i-i know, but you're being too... ugh, you made me forget the word"

"don't blame me for being a starving man." he said, kissing your cleavage.

"yes, that's the word- starved, hungry! you're being too hungry!" you said "with the way you're trying to devour me, there's gonna be nothing left for dinner, cory."

"we can't let this happen, can we?" he said, playfully pouting as his fingers played with your slick, teasing your core as he made it seem like he would finger you.

"yeah.. well, i.. you can.. you can have a taste.." you said, breath hitching on your throat.

"oh... thanks god i can," he smiled, coming back to sucking on your boob while pulling your panties to the side, making sure to rub your clit.

god, when did you become so wet? your legs parted slightly, enough for him to chuckle at your clear despair. enough for him to rub your clit in a way that only him knew how to, enough for you to squirm once his fingers got away of your clit to finger your core.

of course, you just had to let the loudest moans out of your mouth. you just had to. "princess, keep a bit quiet, okay?

"'c-can't, too good!" you said, two of his fingers stretching you out, going faster and deeper into you, the wet noises that your cunt made were enough for him to get hard.

"c'mon, i know you can take it like a good girl. keep quiet, hm?" he said, and you bit your bottom lip as a manner to try to keep yourself quiet, only for him to take his fingers out of your squelching hole and make you taste it, and of course you did, opening your lips to let him into it, crying from the pleasure as your cunt clenched around the air already missing his fingers.

torturous, really.

you sucked your wetness off his fingers, you were so close to cumming on his fingers- he just had to pull them out the wrong time.

"put your leg here," he tapped his shoulder.

"no, no. i-i can't" you muttered, afraid of falling, afraid of being heavy. of course he wouldn’t accept your denial.

he forcefully put your leg on his shoulder, having a full view of your cunt, and the smile he gave you- it was devilish. lustful. full of gluttony.

the pose was the best for him; he was sitting, you were standing at the right height for him to put your leg over his broad shoulder. it was the best pose for his tongue to dart into your cunt.

"coryo, coryo! w-wait, please, i'm-"

"you were close to cumming on my fingers? i know." he said, sucking on your clit, holding you still to lick you, suck you, adore you.

"y-you know?" you asked, grinding back on his face. "f-fuck, coryo! calm down!"

the more you begged, the more desperate he was to eat you out. god, everytime you looked down you felt like you would cum only from looking at the sight under you; his tongue lapping on you, his eyes looking up at you from time to time, his nose so very close to your clit, even rubbing on it a bit- fuck, he was the best sight you could have, and you were the best sight he could have.

"can't. you taste too good for me to keep myself calm." he said, gripping on your thigh, his nails digging into your skin, you were sure it would leave marks. he only gave you a few minutes to gain your breathing pace back before he drowned himself into your taste again.

with his gluttony being so clear, you felt likee you were being devoured in all the right and wrong ways, specially when you came, and he kept going, he kept devouring you, your legs shaking, your cunt soaked up, your hands on his shoulders.

"please, stop- coryo, please!" you begged again, breathing heavily. he threw you on the bed, getting his face buried in between your legs again.

"just this once, okay? keep being a good girl for me, princess." he said, slapping your pussy hard enough for you to jolt, holding on your sheets.

he looked like a starving man, like he hasn't been eating for years and he needed to feed out of you, out of your cunt. and he needed to. it was clear when his hand managed to pinch and massage your boob at the same time he ate you out.

you tasted perfectly for him; he didn’t care of you would squirt a lot of times or pass out, maybe just then he would feel satisfied. with that being said, when you pulled his face out of your legs to slap him after cumming for a third time.

"enough is enough, coryo! god, you won't have to eat for like, an entire week now!" you said, looking at him with your brows knitted together.

"c'mon, doll. don't be like that." he purred, kissing your inner thigh. "don't make that to a poor, starving man." he pleaded.

"no, no. you're the one who get's yourself starved. not me. you ate enough already." you answered. "god, you won't ever need dinner already."

"pleasee, please, please, doll." he begged, kissing your shaky legs.

of course, when he begged you, you said 'no' all the times, said he was already well fed and didn't need anything else.

however, midnight lunch wasn't excluded frkm the list, and soon enough you showed him your newest lingerie, and he made sure to devour you with and without it. you moaned all morning.

the next day, your neighbours were compleetely displeased with the sight of your face. i mean, he isn't even your boyfriend.

but does it matter? he's the best at eating fucking you.

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[imyourbratzdoll]

What about a request where After the divorce, Andy barber meets Jacob's childhood friend, reader who they reunited in college and hasn't seen her since middle school. Andy can't stop thinking about her and having wet dreams. Then the wet dreams became a reality

hello, sorry it took so long. I hope you like it.

warning - smut, swearing and fluff.

18+ only, please. the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

“Y/n, what are you doing in here? Shouldn’t you be with Jacob?” The older man asks, gulping as the young female spreads her bare legs, exposing her glistening folds. He grunts, feeling his pants tighten.

“You didn’t wish me goodnight, Mr Barber. I was sad.” Her hand slides down her nude form, softly grazing her plump breasts before reaching her soaked honey pot. Her eyes are locked with his dark blue ones, and a soft whimper falls from her lips when her fingers glide through her folds. “Don’t you want to wish me goodnight? I’ve been a good girl, I swear.”

Andy strides forward, his cock throbbing from the sight before him. Not expecting the goddess on his bed to want him. Andy stands at the end of his bed, having a complete view of your pretty little cunt. “You’ve been a good girl? Are you sure?” Y/n nods, half-lidded eyes focused on him. “I don’t think so, sweetheart, because, from my view, you look like a naughty little slut.” His eyes snap down, watching your juices leak out at being called a slut. “You like being called a slut, sweetheart?” Andy groans when you nod.

“Play with me, daddy?” Everything seemed to have moved fast once those words were uttered from her lips. Andy lies on top, his mouth covering hers, tongues tangling together as he rubs his bulge against her bare cunt. Andy quickly reaches down to release the throbbing member before lining it up with Y/n’s entrance and pushing in. Their groans and moans fill the room as he begins to thrust. He plants kisses on her neck, loving the feeling of her clenching and pulsating around him.

When Andy feels his end approaching, he suddenly wakes. His eyes open with a snap, and he looks around, trying to find you, but when he comes short, a groan of disappointment leaves his lips. Andy looks down and notices his cock is straining against his pyjama pants, the member throbbing wildly and his chest covered in sweat. “Fuck sake.” He slowly sits up, wiping his hand down his face before his hand moves to his pants. A soft groan falls from his lips at the slight relief before it disappears and an image of you pops into his head. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

Andy stands, tucking his member into the waistband of his pyjama pants before walking out of his room and heading to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Andy is too busy wiping his eyes to anticipate the sight before him. The sound of a small gasp causes him to put his hand down and look toward the noise. 

“M-Mr Barber... I’m sorry if I woke you. I was trying to get some water….” The sight of your wide doll eyes and the oversized shirt covering your form causes his already rigid member to twitch, pre-cum leaking from the throbbing red tip.

“It’s okay. So am I.” He gulps, moving closer to your tiny body. His eyes flicker down to where your thighs not-so-subtly rub together as you take in his bare chest. Andy grabs a glass and fills it with water, not taking his eyes off you as he takes a sip. Once he swallows, he places the glass on the counter and crosses his arms against his chest. “What are you doing up so late?”

“I– uh. I couldn’t sleep” Y/n’s lip goes between her teeth as she stares at the older man’s bulging muscles, itching to know how the hair covering his chest would feel against her. She feels herself clench around nothing at the forbidden thought of her friend’s dad bending her over the counter and pounding into her. Just like in her dream…

Andy strides forward until he’s so close to her that he can feel her breath on his skin, Andy’s hand comes up, and he uses his thumb to untuck Y/n’s bottom lip from her teeth. “Why are you lying, sweetheart? Don’t you know only bad girls lie?” He grunts when he hears a soft moan fall from her lips. 

Y/n slowly nods, feeling her thighs slick with her juices. Suddenly realising there was nothing underneath her shirt, and she was close to her crush, which made her dizzy. “S–sorry, Mr Barber, I just don’t think it’s appropriate to tell you….” She casts her eyes down at the confession.

Andy’s eyes darken, his hand gripping her chin as he tilts her head to look at him. “Tell me, sweetheart. You want to be a good girl, right?” Andy’s eyes move down to Y/n’s chest, noticing her nipples poking through and how her breathing quickens. “C’mon, be a good girl for me.” 

“I had a dream… “ Andy raises a brow, waiting for her to continue. “I–I was bent over a kitchen counter whilst getting pounded into.” 

Andy growls at the thought of someone else fucking your tight little cunt, not caring that it’s a dream. “You going to tell me who it was, sweetheart?” He leans forward, staring deep into her eyes.

Y/n’s cheeks turn a rosy pink, trying to look away from Andy, not wanting to confess that she dreams of him fucking her until she can’t walk. The sound of a slap and the feel of sharp pain caused her to gasp and look at Andy bewildered. 

“I’m asking you a question, and I expect an answer, sweetheart.” Y/n gulps as she feels herself clench and drip, her cunt throbbing like crazy at how dominant he is. 

“I–it was you, Mr Barber….” Andy groans before smashing his lips into hers. Moaning as their lips move in sync, his hands grip her hips while maneuvering her to the kitchen counter. Andy pulls away as he turns her around and bends Y/n over the counter. His cock begging to be free and buried deep inside her tight cunt as she whines. “M–Mr Barber.”

Andy pushes you down, pressing your cheek into the marble. “It’s daddy to you, whore. Now stay still. I'm making both our dreams come true.” Andy quickly pulls his pants down, his cock springs free, and he wraps his hand around the thick base, tugging on it as he lifts your shirt and groans at the sight before him. “You dirty little slut, wearing nothing underneath? Were you expecting this?” He tuts, shaking his head. “What a whore you are.”

Y/n moans when she feels Andy rub his tip through her folds, the head catching her swollen bundle. “D–Daddy, please.” A choked gasp forces its way out when he begins to push through her entrance, the girth stretching her small walls, causing a pleasurable pain to shoot through her. “Oh– Fuck, daddy too big.” Andy’s hand comes around and covers her mouth, his thrusts getting deeper and harder.

“Shut up, you little slut. You don’t want Jacob to walk in and see you being a whore for his dad, do you?” He grunts when you clench around him, the thought of getting caught exciting you more. “Oh, you like that idea.” Andy leans forward, pressing his front closer against your back before delivering deep strokes. “You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart. Just relax while I use you.” Andy’s thrusts become brutal, a slapping sound filling the room. 

“A–ah, please. S–so close.” Y/n’s eyes roll to the back of her head as she feels herself clench down, her walls pulsating around the thick member piercing her tiny cunt. Soft moans fall from her lips, still blocked by Andy’s hand as she cums. 

“Fucking hell, you feel so fucking good.” Andy leans back, his gaze focusing on where they connect, watching as his cock thrusts in and out, her cream coating the base causing it to be easier for him to pound in. “I’m going to cum, sweetheart, and you'll take it.” His pace picks up, eyes locked on her tight cunt, his balls tightening and hips stuttering as his end approaches rapidly. Andy leans down and plants soft kisses on the back of her head and neck as he finishes inside, streams of thick cum shooting out of his cockhead and deep into her womb.

The two stay like that as they catch their breath, Andy’s hands squeeze her hips gently before he slowly pulls out, walking over to get a clean cloth and wetting it before he comes to clean the young woman up. “How are you feeling?” The softness in his voice shocks Y/n out of her blissful daze before she slowly stands and hums.

“I’m okay, thank you.” Andy’s eyes connect with hers as they share a soft smile. Y/n leans forward while resting her hands on his chest, finally feeling the hairs that sit there. She places a soft kiss against his lips before pulling away. “Goodnight, daddy.”

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[miguel-ohara-wifey]

The spiderverse men when they accidentally fall asleep on top of you (Drabbles)

Tag list: @alliwriteistrash

Rating: 18+, Angst, Hurt/comfort

Peter B Parker

For everything Mayday gives Peter in joy and love, she takes back tenfold in his sleep schedule. She’s a time sponge on top of that, changing her diapers and getting her to eat. Then suddenly three hours will have passed, Peter’s unconsciously shaken tiredness all together from his body. Half a cup of coffee surely helps, but the lower lids of his eyes pulling down to his cheeks. As black circles both of his eyes, and somehow he only notices when you point it out to him.

Although you don’t consider your relationship as serious. You don’t mind helping him out with Mayday by doing the shopping for him or watching her for a few hours. He appreciates it every time. And when silence envelops his home, you know it’s when Mayday is fast asleep in her red and black crib.

After a few moments of the quiet being born, you hear Peter gently crushing the rug of the hallway with his feet. Making sure to keep Mayday’s door open, he walked over one door down on the right. To where you laid on the right side of his bed. The newly born moonlight just started to cut through the room. The Spears of light pass by the glass of the window on the furthest wall from the mattress.

As the night lights unfeelingly pierce your skin, the mattress laid bare on top of the rugged floors. He hasn’t exactly had time to set up his own room. All that keeps you two warm is your bodies and your own blankets. A new blue silk one in contrast to his somewhat worn, crimson fluffy one. As said blue silk was pulled up just above your hips.

You spot Peter somewhat dozed off on the side of his door frame, you sit up by your elbow on his side of the bed. Only remembering to whisper halfway through your line of words, “Hey Peter, come on get some sleep-“

Right as you finished, before you could scoot over to your side of the mattress. Peter had wordlessly closed the distance between himself and the bed. Tumbling on his side to your side, planting himself like a human blanket on top of you. You almost try to get his attention, but his snoring tenderly rumbled against your chest.

His hair sweeps against your chin, his heart making a beautiful beat against your own. In a beautiful rhythm beside one another. You simply smile, planting a kiss on his scalp. Turning off the lamp light also propped on the rug beside your heads. Casting the room in further darkness.

“Good night Peter.” You pull yourself further down between Peter’s body and the cushion of the mattress. Spelling the nights end for you two.

Miguel O’Hara

You two haven’t been alone in weeks, and it felt like years. It showed in the desperate but small claw marks and bruises dotting his favorite parts of your body. Your bedroom itself held the past couple of hours like a ghost. No longer alive but certainly still there. Your bare bodies were covered by dry sweat. Dirtying the silk sheets further than they’ve already been by your previous activities.

After the soreness in down the middle of your hips dissipated enough for you to stand. You push the sheets off of you, as Miguel’s gorgeously sculpted back stared at you getting up. Presuming he was asleep you try to get up and shower. Only by pressing weight on your thighs did you feel a stiff ache under your skin.

Immediately you’re back off your legs, the bottoms of your feet abruptly pulled from his wooden floors “Ah- Miguel!” You cried out semi-defiantly.

His arms aggressively swaddled around you, burying you under himself on your side of the bed. The bridge of his nose rested against the left side of your neck. His very chest dominates yours as it sinks you further past the surface of the mattress. In vain you try to wiggle out from under him. But his the weight of his soft muscles pushes you against the sheets.

He immediately pretends to fall asleep, you grunted in his ear “Miguel get up! I should shower!” He groaned against your jawline “Five more minutes…” he forgot to end his sentence with something to convince you. But he figured the six foot, muscular Mexican Irishmen on top of you would be enough of an argument.

You can’t help but find his whines adorable, despite him not giving you a choice. You grumble inside your throat still attempting to push him off. But his persistence grows, funneling his bulky arms between your back and the bed. Tying himself around your visage further, like quicksand the more struggle made your fate harder to escape. A huff proceeding a fourth futile effort. Made you properly sink down into your shared bed, you felt his shit eating grin along the brim of your face.

Your pouting will always be loved by him, even as it’s against him. Giving in, the warm bubble of his body heat sets in around you. He’s the best weighted blanket you’ve ever had. How he strolls his fingers against a small patch of your skin, and bumps his toes against yours. Alongside the drumming of rain against the wall of glass lining the left side of the room. Giving way to a foggy and comfy view of Neuva York.

The gentle grey of fog sewed tightly against the skyscrapers of the city. The honking, bustle, and tussle of usual city life was muffled by the aggression of the storm. Things went on as usual, but with a tangible slowness now. Created by the rainfall, all the while building a song for itself when its raindrops pounded against your home. Catching a whiff of Miguel’s dark auburn locks upon taking in nature’s rhythm.

You know the depths of his Miguel’s walls in his mind, and everywhere else besides his home. Here he cries, laughs, smiles, holds you, and says what he feels. Anomalies as far as everyone else in his life is concerned. However for you, there’s nothing he wouldn’t overcome in the world and in himself to have you here. So you can’t help but relent.

“Fine. Five more minutes.” You surrendered, he hummed appreciatively.

Hobie Brown

It was after a big concert, the cheering and roaring of millions still permeated in your mind. There cries and shouting branding itself into your brain. You’ve never endured such an adrenaline spike before. Your hearts still cooling off after the high. You never knew someone could feel like this without drugs.

The back of hobies head was sandwiched in between the giant coils of his hair and your lap. His legs kicked up on the furthest couch arm with his shoes off. He was in his black pajama shorts with his shirt off. The aroma of his cologne swimming around your nose as he closed his head.

“Your first concert aye? How ya like it?” You took a deep breath, you definitely weren’t conflicted. It was amazing, almost as much as he was. But it was hard to put into words. “I can’t explain it, but it was great. I’d happily go to more.” He smiled in response.

By the slowness of his tone you could tell he was getting sleepy. The crowd surfing alone would knock the wind out of anyone. But with the performance he put on, by how hard he exercised his lungs to hit the notes. His voice will need a break in order to not have to scratch and claw out of his neck.

So you understand why he didn’t keep the conservation going. You both just pleasantly stayed in the domestic quiet of his apartment. His other bandmates were already past out in there rooms. Hobie was truly a different breed of man. He could preform for hours and hours on end, blasting apart his mind and body for the sake of his music alone. Sure the money was good, great even. But in how he acted and how he spoke that wasn’t what he truly wanted out of it. He wanted to be loud, to be heard, if Hobie would die doing anything. It’d be what he’s loves and whatever was right.

You reminisce over the concert as the fresh cover of night drapes itself over New York City. A greyish black painting the mural of the sky. As red, green, and blue traffic lights spontaneously cut through its hues and just as quickly disappearing. It was a gorgeous cradle for everyone around you, as you allowed Hobie to huddle as close to you as he wanted. You simply preoccupied yourself with a book. As the front and back of the book masked your face from his sight.

“Love?” You removed the book and looked down at him, his piercings making a tiny glimmer in your sight “Yeah?” You asked, he just smiled and confessed. “Just wanted to look at a beautiful person…” a tender heat rises up your cheeks right under your eyes. You playfully hit him on his side as he laughed “What? Can’t handle the truth?” 

You just smiled back rolling your eyes, as you tried to find where you left off on your story. After a couple of minutes, before your immersion in this novel sweeps you away from the scene. You hear Hobie’s gentle snoring, it was but a whisp of noise from his throat. You could hear a pen drop as it went on. However, you disrupted the flow of your eyes with the pages. To grab the blanket draped over the couch, subtly swimming it over his body, ensuring he’s warm in his slumber. And you as his pillow, would now have to stay still for the rest of the night. But you didn’t mind. This was great.

With your soft kiss now decorating his forehead, you whispered “Gnight.” to punctuate his delivery to the land of sleep

Spider-Man Noir

It was a fun night out, after inviting your darling out to drink with your friends. Alcohol now made a stench of his body, practicality having to drag him out of the car. Once your designated driver duties had concluded for the evening. The aroma of summer heats disappearance with the arrival of night made its way to you. The first thing you’ve smelt tonight that wasn’t alcohol or regrets. As your darling was a blubbering mess in your embrace on the walk to your front door.

“That was real berries babe!” Your darling barely managed to illicit from the bottom of his throat out from his lips. Still wet with giggle juice as you managed to unlock the front door.

Escorting him onto the living room couch, leaving his touch only to lock the door behind you. And to take off your heels at the side of the entry. You went back to him to kiss his forehead. With that sprawling smile still dressing his face since when he took his first sip of wine. You went to the kitchen to grab him some water, despite now smelling of a light night bar. You made sure not to have a sip, knowing how much a lightweight your man is.

“That Derrick should mind his own potatoes about you and me-“ he begun blabbering on about. Derrick offered, rather insistently, to be a third.

He laughed off the rejection, ultimately it was the booze talking. But your beloved didn’t take it as such, as the facet sprayed the fresh water into the glass you retrieved from the cabinets. He wouldn’t stop complaining about Derrick, pain stakingly insulting his appearance and lack of looks. You knew this was all just jealousy. Adorable drunken jealousy however.

You sat beside him on the couch handing him the water, by your offer he took the glass from your hand. Sipping at least three time. His thirst was parched, he pushed his head onto your shoulder. Continuing on,

“You didn’t consider it right?” He earnestly, almost whimpered out. You were shocked at his honesty. You knew he was jealous. But that he believed you would want another man as much as him, shocked you “Of course not…” he almost wanted to cry.

He knows he can’t have as much time for you as he wants. He’s not as suave or handsome as other men. He can’t get you those expensive presents. He’s not like Derrick at all. A cutting pit formed in his ribcage watching Derrick make moves on you. But a cold self hate also fumigated his lungs all the while. He knows that’s who you truly deserve. A respectable, well educated man with lot of money and security to offer you.

All he offers you is a one bedroom house in the bad part of town. With half as much time when not even counting his civilian job. And with just enough pennies to get by in the mean time. Derrick isn’t a bad guy, even as he overstepped tonight. And you know where your darlings thoughts are going.

“No other man could make me as happy as you darlin’…” he shoots puppy eyes at you from under his scruffy brown hair. “No one.” You repeat to him, now tasting his favorite beer from his lips onto yours “darlin’…” he breaths out guilt ridden, “I’m too tired, in the morning I’ll definitely make another try at being the father of your baby…”

You giggle sheepishly, as he goes back to resting his head on your shoulder. The curtains divide you two from the view of the starless night sky. Not a loss considering you’ve seen it a thousand times over. He just softly nods off into slumber. As you allowed your head to fall back onto the top of the old couch. He already started snoring.

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Lost in the Woods (Alastor x Reader) Part 1

!!Minors Please DNI!!

Parings- Alastor x Reader

Summary- Alastor finds a way to help you when you're in a desperately trying to subdue your need to kill.

Word Count- 2.5K

Warnings- talks of murder

Tags- blood obsession, light sexual tension, angst

~Alastor’s POV~

  Out of the demons in hell you had to be the one to capture his every waking thought and dream at least when he did sleep which was not frequent. Alastor’s been watching you for the past couple weeks since you arrived. There were moments you slipped away from helping the rest of the residents where you would break down privately in an empty room or hallway, but already overstepping by sending his shadow to follow you he got the sense you wouldn’t like it if he came to check up on you in the middle of a private conflict, but that didn’t stop him from feeling like he should be doing more for you.

  Alastor’s grin strained, thinking back to when you walked into the hotel shaking with a knife gripped in your hand. Completely soaked in blood from head to toe, blouse ripped from the neck down falling over your chest revealing a plump breast peeking out from your bralette. Your hair was caked with congealed blood and the rest around your face, neck and arms drying as it dripped down in streaks.

  He watched as you fall to your knees in the middle of the lobby as he stood by Husk next to the bar. The knife clattered to the floor making you flinch, forcing you to look down at your bloodied hands tears falling- no pouring out of your eyes. His eyes skimmed the rest of your body as your chest heaved with sobs quietly coming out of your cracked and ripped lips.

  Alastor refrain from thinking how beautiful you look in that moment, agony and trauma shadowing your features, before he walked over to you taking off his pin stripped coat and wrapped it around your shoulders, kneeling he snugly wrapped it around your chest coving up for decency, not because he wanted to be the only one to see what lines just under your blood-soaked clothes.

  That’s when you looked at him, staring deep into Alastor’s eyes. What he saw made his breath catch. Your eyes were filled with a frantic look of desire and terror. The look in your eyes caused him to see himself in the mirror looking back with the same look after he had returned home shaking from his first kill.

“Help me,’’ barely audible you whispered though trembling lips. You looked back down at your hands releasing his eyes from your intoxicating stare.

~~~

  Alastor travels in the shadows through the hotel hallways until he reaches the lobby where you stand by Angel hovering over his phone at the bar, talking about whatever was on the screen. Taking you in he notices your twist on the staff uniform. Swallowing he looks down at your black jeans hugging your bottom snugly, through half-lidded eyes he drags his gaze up your body, trailing along your red semitransparent flowy top, just sheer enough to see a lacy, black, skintight tank top you wore underneath.

 He shifts into the shadows and pops up right behind you, leaning forward to look at the cursed technology over both Angel’s and your shoulder, leaning closer to you he breathes in your scent, his grin softening.

 Like raspberry and vanilla, just like mama’s breakfast, he thought. Before he could get carried away with your smell he reads the text in the search engine, ‘Where to hike in hell?’

 “Are you sure this is the type of place you want to go sweets?” Angel asks wearily, scrolling though the photos.

  Alastor notices your jaw tense and back stiffen. “Yes, I need somewhere I can let off steam with no distractions and I usually retreat around nature dead or not.” Your face scrunches around the word dead, making Alastor wondering why you avoided the topic of death around everyone at the hotel.

  You haven’t opened about your bloody start living at the hotel despite Charlies probing questions. Alastor knew this since he didn’t miss a single group session regardless of if you saw him or not. He had hoped during the times he was not present physically maybe you would open up and let him see the real you under the cracked mask you wore in front of the crew, just like his smile although his was permanent.

  “I may have a solution for you (y/n).” Alastor makes himself know making both Angel and you jump. “We surely can’t allow one of our hotel staff get lost and killed in that wretched part of hell.’’ His grin slowly turning malicious. “You only go there dear, if you want to sell your soul to weak desperate demons.” Alastor leans closer to your face saying, ‘’it’s a kill or be killed type of place,’ he draws out the word ‘kill’ watching for your reaction which pleased him to see a twinkle in your eye just when he wanted you to.

  So, she fancies killing, the hungriness in your eyes told Alastor all he needs to confirm his suspicions making him grin coyly down at you. He watches as your face flushes red making your already adorable face more appealing. You bring your hand up to your throat and rub it around the base of your neck nervously.

  “What’s your solution?” You ask puzzled, but the hopeful prize of being able to smell and roam free in the woods again making your whole-body hum.

  “Come along precious one.” Alastor takes your hand, surprising even himself as he intertwines your hand in his pulling you close, he wraps an arm around your lower back curling his hand around your waist pulling you taunt against his body. Your gasp did not miss his ears when the world around both of you dissolved into blackness before fading away leaving you standing alone deep in the middle of a flush mossy dense wooded area next to a large pond with a dock going out into the open water.

 Alastor lurks watching you from the shadows of the large cypress trees, branches draped with long grey-green droopy moss. He watches you as a large wide grin takes your frowns place, lighting up your eyes as you take in the beauty of the bayou, you look up at the sky he sees your chest hitch up. He follows in your pursuit as he looks up at the night sky, stars scatter every inch, the moon slowly rising slightly hidden behind the treetops.

  It never ceases to amaze me, Alastor thought letting his guard down, his grin becoming a content, thin smile. When he finally tears his gaze off one of the biggest wonders of the world and back to where you stood, you were not there. Instead, you were laying on your back in the middle of a soft moss patch, pressing your face into the ground. You looked enthralled at the scent, making Alastor’s ear twitch forward picking up your long sniffs, intriguing him. Since you didn’t notice his lack of presence lost in your own piece of bliss.

  Shifting into the shadow he fades in at your side, standing over you he says, “You look like you are enjoying yourself.” Startled you whip open your eyes to find Alastor looking down at you softly. “I must say, I am quite envious.” Alastor’s grin stretches reveling his sharp teeth. “Don’t worry dear, I am happy to give you a moment of peace,” cooing when your eyelids close halfway, relaxing further into the ground. Alastor stays silent for the time being waiting for you to speak, enjoying your small smile as you take long deep breaths.

  “Oh, how I missed this. It’s like being wrapped up with nature itself,’ you say breathlessly.  

 Alastor chuckles “My, you say that with such conviction darling.” He charmingly.

“Oh, come lay down,” you say patting the ground, hearing you say that so casually made Alastor’s face grow hot, his static becoming louder. “It’s weird when you stand over me like that” you chuckle lightly, “I want you to enjoy this will me.”

 Alastor didn’t trust himself to speak so he lays down on the moss next to you. Looking up at the sky, sliding his hand over to grasp yours intertwining your fingers together he feels your body shudder.

  “Are you cold (y/n)?” Alastor asks teasingly knowing you only shuddered at his touch, the cool air had nothing to do with it.

You laugh and say “Oh not at all,” shocked he that you would bashfully lie, but instead you surprised him even more when you said, “When I was alive I would spend days out in the wood in just my bra and panties,” he looks over at you, seeing your eyes glaze over at the memories, you continued, “Those days involved me frantically trying to convince myself not to hit the local bar and stalk a random man who showed signs of being abusive towards his partner.” Shake your head clearing your mind from your daze. “I am so-“

  Alastor cuts you off by running a clawed finger back and forth on your wrist reassuring you. “Don’t, your laying next to a serial killing demon, whatever you say will not change my view of you” he chuckles, “Pfft, light stalking is a breeze compared to what I have done.”

“That’s not all that I did” you say slowly, he could see you deciding whether you would continue before you chuckle lowly, “No, I would seduce them, ha, of course they would cheat on their one and only.” You laugh dryly, Alastor seeing you gulp as tears formed in your eyes. You push on, “It would be so easy, so easy to lead them to the back of my truck. All of them were so eager to take my body. I would be so aroused as I kiss them but not from them.” Alastor sucks in a breath, captivated hoping you would say want he wanted to hear next, he started to feel the growing tension in his gut. “I wanted to bathe in their blood Alastor, needed to feel their blood pour over my body as I jammed my hunting knife into their jugular.” You use your hand to demonstrate, clutching your first with force before releasing the tension, making his cock twitch against his pants “Feeling their blood pour over my chest, my body slick with their blood.” You run your hands up your body before gripping your throat closing your eyes at the thought before opening them again looking towards Alastor.

  It took everything in him not to pounce on you right then and there, hearing you reminiscing made his cock throb with aching. He rolls on to his side dragging his claws up your arm, making your legs instinctively rub together, noting that he knew you were aroused by your story.

“Tell me, it that what you did before coming into the hotel?” he lowers his voice thick with lust.

“Yes” you gasp. “I relished in killing demons post dying. I knew I was in Hell, so I fulfilled all my darkest desire for weeks.” You copy Alastor and roll on to your side facing him, edging close enough for your breath to be felt on his lips. “I was overstimulated when walking in the hotel knowing if I continued, I would turn into something I know I am not. I needed help so I came here,” you sigh and close your eyes as Alastor cups your cheek running his thumb across your cheekbone.

 “I for one am thrilled to have another killer in the hotel.” Alastor says making you giggle and open your eyes, your laugh sounds like music to his ears, he started to wonder what other sounds you would make at his behest.

“I haven’t even told you my worse quality yet,’ you say meekly, causing him to slip out of his fantasy.

“I am sure it nothing worse than eating the flesh of the ones you killed, I have that covered dear.” Alastor smirks at you, knowing you couldn’t top it.

  “Well, it’s sort of similar and its only enhance since dying” Alastor furrows his eyebrows before realizing want your trying before you speak. “It’s blood,” your words rushing out, “I love to drink it. Just the smell of it makes my mouth wat-.“ Your voice tailing off as Alastor removes his hand from your cheek he brings his clawed thumb up to his lips purposefully cutting into his flesh. A line of blood bead to the surface.

‘’May I kiss you?” Alastor’s voice dripping with need and anticipation.

  “Y-yes,” you pant desperately, moth slightly open.

Next thing Alastor knows he is pulling you on to his lap making you staddle him, he reaches up and grabs both of your cheeks pulling you down to meet his ripped lip. Once your mouth touched his, he felt your tongue instantly swipe across his lower lip lapping as much blood as you could making his hip rut against your core. You moan at the hard sensation you were feeling though your clothed cunt, with desperation you grind up and down his length making him go crazy from the friction.

Alastor’s hands slowly slide around to the back of your neck pulling you as close as possible tasting his blood in your mouth as he explores with a feverish tongue. The sounds as you get lost in his touch make Alastor want more than has every wanted with another soul.

  He couldn’t stop himself as he suddenly flips you on to your back, straddling your hips without breaking from the kiss. He feels your body tremble as he slides a hand down your body until he reached your clothed cunt slowly cupping your mound fully with his long-clawed fingers. Before both of you could get further lost in the heat of the moment, he hears someone call in the distance towards his room.

“Alastor, we need your help. Nifty got stuff in Husk’s ice machine… Again,” Charlie calls from the edge of the bayou. Alastor pulls back with a groan and settles down on his knees which makes him rest his groin between your legs. He peers down at you and curses Charlie.

Your hair was a tangled mess, your face flustered, chest heaving, with his diluted blood around your open lips. Unable to convince himself not to, he pushes his hips forward against your center, sees your eyes go wide with need and a gasp escape your lips.

“Okay, I’ll meet you downstairs” Alastor calls back to Charlie.

 He leans down and touches his lips softly to your lips, whispering. “You my dear, stay right here till I get back.” He grips your hips and grinds your core against his own letting out a groan before disappearing completely in the shadows.

~~~

Continue reading to Part 2

A/N Oh to be laying under the stars in Alastor's bayou. Hope you enjoyed the story, let me know if you are interested in a smut part 2

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❥𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐝, 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐟 𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 ⚠︎︎MDNI⚠︎︎

ALSO: this is an x reader but I used my name Dollette Watson ie. Doll/D.W for short (my mom was born in the 60’s can u tell?) just because I think the constant y/n is annoying if u want me to change it lmk and I will♥︎

“𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑒. 𝐻𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛’ 𝐸𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑜 𝑃𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑖．．“

When you first moved in, you actually hadn’t seen him at all for almost 3 weeks.

Between settling in, moving your stuff together, job hunting, and being somewhat social, it wasn't until things slowed down a bit that you finally did see him and damn, did you see him.

You had just walked through your buildings door. Tired from work and the tight ass “uniform”, which was nothing more than a button up top with a tiny pinstripe skirt. Huffing in irritation you ready yourself for the trek up the stairs in goddamn heels, when you notice feet and the man attached to them blocking your way.

Raising an eyebrow, you wait a beat for him to move until you realize that he was wearing headphones.

You walk closer until the tips of your shoes are nearly kissing and watch the exact moment he snaps back to planet earth. Startling as he looks up at you.

You were suddenly grateful he had headphones on when you gasped because nothing could have prepared you for someone so attractive.

He was undeniably the finest man you have ever seen in your life, period.

Pretty cut brown hair, thoughtful baby blues behind smart framed glasses that brought attention to his high ruddy cheekbones, and god his nose. You have to blink away the graphic image of how good said nose would feel grinding against your clit before the present dull throb in your core turns into full blown pulsating.

Your efforts don’t matter because it’s game over for you once you drop your eyes to his lips. They were just so…full. Deep pink n plush, that line down the middle of his bottom lip was doing something to you.

You don’t even care if he notices you checking him out. In fact, you want him to. Because you were going to have him one way or another and have a real fun time with it too.

So, you watch his eyes flit to the hem of your shamelessly short skirt before trailing them down your legs, all the way to your heels. Enjoying the heat that his gaze alone lights in you.

Unfortunately, you are tired so playtime will have to wait.

Clearing your throat, you give him a cheeky smile, “Going up? Or are you waiting down here forever?” Tone teasing as you walk up the first two stairs to stand beside him. He watches your every move almost devotedly.

“No, I’m going up. I mean- I live here so that’s…yeah. I was just lost in thought.” His voice is deeper than you thought it’d be as he stumbles a bit through his answer and the raspiness in it makes you want to whine.

But wait.

“You live here too? Because I moved in a few weeks ago actually.” You tell him and he nods.

“Yeah? weird I’ve never seen you around the building though.” you laugh as you definitely would have remembered seeing him.

“That’s probably because you’re obviously a busy guy. Lost in thought in the middle of the stairs. Does this thought have a name?” Smiling, you prod him juuust a little, to gauge if he’s single. He smiles with you and it’s cute. Lightly shaking his head before he suddenly stands.

Fuck you upside down in a full Nelson he’s tall.

“Busy is the last thing I am. The name was Mimi. I’m just the friend that never made it to boyfriend, but I’ll get out of your way…?” He pauses as he waits for your name.

“DW. Dollette Watson. But for what it’s worth,” you hesitate before deciding to just go for it,

“I’m positive you’re the type to talk someone through it so it’s her loss entirely. Try not to sulk too much...?” You know you’re being bold. Innuendo all in your voice but he’s so hot you truly can’t help it. Thanks to his height and close proximity, you have to look up to make eye contact which is hard because of the way you’re trying not to stare at his full lips. And he smelled so good.

“Thomas, Webb. But thank you.” His voice is lower as he looks down at you with hooded eyes and the urge to devour his mouth hits you hard. But, you just walk up the steps until you can look down at him and turn to face him.

“Well, it’s been a pleasure meeting you but…if you ever want to get busy, come to 5b. I’m sure we could find something interesting to do”. You aren’t teasing this time. You mean business. Leaning in to whisper so close to his face that you can smell his chapstick. His eyes widen before they drop and you actually do whine as he bites his lip and comes closer.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Until next time though. Bye Thomas.” You can’t resist and lean forward to nip his bottom lip. His light throaty groan sends warmth all over your body as it tapers into a soft “fuck”.

“Bye Doll”, Thomas mutters after you pull away, briefly noticing how his ears and neck have reddened, before you start walking up to your place.

Oh, he’s going to be fun. You think, feeling his eyes on you while you walk up until you’re out of sight.

Smirking, you hope he saw your panties…and how soaked they were.

#callum turner #thomas webb #the only living boy in new york #the only man ever #callum turner x reader #thomas webb x reader #masters of the air #mota #dont like it? go tell the church #fluff #smut #BREAKING NEWS: there will be wh*res in this house #🎀pretty neighbor series🎀

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hiiii! can you make a dom!pedri? where the reader is jealous of pedri with a fan

JEALOUSY - PEDRI

summary: pedri shows you how much he loves you after you get jealous.

warning: smut 18+

a/n: working on more fanfics rn sorry for the slow uploads

Walking into that store full of fans while they stared at you wasn't one of the easiest things in your life.

So as soon as you entered people already gave you looks but it just made it worse as soon as you cut the line to go over to Pedri.

You waited patiently until the fan was gone that he was talking to and then you greeted him. A small wave was enough as he still talked to the fans. So you patiently waited until he had break, lucky for you, you only had to wait about 10 minutes.

Pedri then stood up and went to the back of the store so you two would have some privacy. "Hey" You whispered and he leaned in for a kiss.

"I thought you couldn't come." Pedri smiled at you as he left his hands on your waist after he pulled out of the kiss.

"I was able to make some time," You smiled and went through his hair but then took a step back again.

"I'm glad, will you be staying for the last 30 minutes?" Pedri asked, still holding your hand, desperate for some touch.

You smiled a little and then nodded your head, Pedri then drank a bit of water and then it was time for him to go again.

You also sat down on a chair but on the other end of the Barca store, since you wanted to give the fans that moment with him. After all they're not the ones who sleep in the same bed as him every night so they deserve that 1 minute.

Just as the thirty minutes were over and the last fan was talking to Pedri you went over but still kept a bit of distance. The fan was a girl who was around 17 and she was wearing a very revealing top.

She leaned over the table to give Pedri the pen and her shirt she wanted signed. Then she stood next to pedri and her friend took a picture of her.

Just as she turned away she gave Pedri a small white paper and then smiled while walking away with her signed jersey in her hand. The worst part about that was that Pedri took the paper note and put it into his hoodie.

You couldn't help but feel a little bit jealous at Pedris action.

Then Pedri thanked his fans and then walked over to you. You stayed quiet while you two walked over to his car and since you came by foot he could drive home and you could join him.

"That was exhausting." Pedri mumbled and put his hand on your tigh as he began driving home.

"I can imagine." you stared straight out of the window with your arms crossed. Pedri of course noticed that you were acting distant and started rubbing circles into your leg with his thumb.

"Is everything okay Cariño?" Pedri asked, he looked at you for a second since he couldn't take his eyes off the road for too long.

You only shook your head and exhaled deeply. "Just drive home Pedri." You mumbled, so Pedri did as you said, he decided that he would talk to you about it at home.

As soon as Pedri turned off the car you went to the door and walked upstairs to your bedroom.

Pedri looked after you as he was stood at the bottom of the stairs, confused as to why you were in a bad mood.

So he walked into the kitchen and grabbed into his hoodie, he threw the piece of paper the girl gave him with her number straight into the bin.

While you were upstairs and just got changed for bed, you were wearing panties and Pedris jersey but nothing more. As you were lying on your stomach in the middle of the king sized bed, you heard steps coming upstairs. Soon you heard Pedri walk into the room, you two never closed the bedroom door so you also didn't this time.

You tried not to look at Pedri as you were still mad at him but you felt him standing behind you.

"Why are you mad Cariño?" Pedri then got on all fours over you and started putting down his weight on your body. His face was burried in the crook of your neck while his hands were wrapped around your upper body.

You were holding yourself up on your elbows with the phone in your hand. You were just watching some tiktok as you felt Pedri starting to plant sloppy kisses along your neck.

"Pedri get off of me please." You said, now you were annoyed with him, he at first took that folded piece of paper and now he's acting all innocent with you.

Pedri let out a deep sigh as he got off of you again, but he kneeled down next to the bed and looked at you.

However, your gaze was strictly fixated on your phone screen as you swiped down your foryoupage.

"What did I do?" Pedri asked, pouting his lips. You sighed as it seemed like he wouldn't leave you alone if you won't tell him.

So you turned off your phone and then shifted your gaze to him, slightly rotating your body to face him.

Your eyes finally met his and you couldn't help but feel a little bad. His eyes looked so generous and his eyes were literally one of the reasons you fell in love with him.

"Why did you take that piece of paper from the girl?" You jumped straight to the point and Pedri couldn't help but smile a little bit as he noticed what was going on.

"I always take them but I throw them out, it'd be rude to reject it." Pedri answered with a wide grin on his face, somehow that just got you into a even worse mood.

"Ah huh," You simply said and then grabbed your phone again. But instead of turning it on you put it down on the bedside table.

"Is it possible that you're," Pedri stopped for a second and looked at his own jersey before making eye contact again. "Jealous?"

You exhaled deeply again and turned to face him, again. "Why if you wanna fuck her just tell me." You said, Pedris grin widened as he stood up and walked to the edn of the bed, you sat up and looked at him.

"You're the only one I'm fucking, trust me." Pedri mumbled in a deeo voice as he started to take off his pants. "Might as well show you how hard I fuck you." Pedri stepped out of his pants and took off his shirt too. You couldn't help but feel a little bit turned on already by his words, you felt the heat between your legs growing hotter and your stomach flipped as he crawled over you.

"Oh now you're quiet right?" Pedri smiled a little bit as you laid down on your back and soon Pedri crushed his lips into yours. You kissed him back, immediately in the first second. The kiss was filled with love and passion, but also a bit of need and affirmation. The kiss got heated quickly and what started with a small kiss quickly ended in a hot make out session.

Then Pedri's hand slipped from your face down to your chest, then to your stomach until it reached your soaked panties.

He slipped two of his fingers under the material and you felt him smile into the kiss as he realized how wet you already were.

Then he started circling your clit and spreading your juices around. You arched your back up towards his body at his touch.

But you moaned into his mouth as soon as his fingers slipped inside of you. Pedri started pumping his fingers in and out of you while his lips were still on yours.

But just a few seconds later you pulled away and threw your head back.

He fastened his pace and he watched as your breathing started to get faster with a smile.

As you felt your high aproach a moan escaped your lips again and that was when Pedri pulled his fingers out of you, you looked at him immediately.

"Why did you do that?" You questioned a bit out of breath. However you squeezed your legs together as Pedri put the two fingers into his mouth and licked everything off of them.

"You've been a bad girl." Pedri mumbled and slipped off his boxershorts, his hard dick jumping out of them immediately.

"You don't get to have fun tonight." Pedri mumbled and hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulled them down.

He then rolled your panties up into a ball and brought it up to your face, he stuffed them into your mouth and leaned closer to your face.

"Don't make any noise." He whispered as he rolled up the jersey which exposed your boobs. He pumped his hand up and down his dick a couple of times as he grabbed your left boob with his left hand.

"If you make any noise you won't come at all." He alined himself with your clit and then pushed himself into you harshly. He immediately started pumpung into you without leaving you time to adjust to his size. You threw your head back, trying to not make any noise as you wanted to satisfy Pedri.

He squinted his eyes as he fastened his pace and as soon as you adjusted to his size the hurting turned into burning pleasure.

"You think I'd ever fuck someone like I fuck you?" Pedri made eye contact with you and you shook your head. He nodded his head and suddenly pulled out of you, you whimpered softly at the lost contact and looked at him confused as your legs were still spread wide open for him.

"Turn around." He said harshly and you did as he said, then he grabbed into your mouth and removed the soaked pantie.

"Be a good girl and make some noise, show me how much you love daddy." Pedri changed his mind and he leaned forward to whisper it into your ear, that led to you getting goosebumps.

Then he started thrusting into you again, without a warning and you threw your head back and whimpered at the sudden contact.

"Such a slut, what would you do without this fat cock? You'd be nothing without it."

Pedri gripped your hips tightly and pulled you backwards everytime he thrusted into you. You tried to keep yourself on all fojrs but at this point your whole body was shaking with how hard he was fucking you.

You then moaned out loudly as he reached your g spot and kelt hitting it, you felt a warm knot build up in your stomach and a light pain in your lower back. Your legs started shaking and Pedri seemed to notice.

"So fucking needy for this fat cock, do you think I would fuck others like this? Do you think I would fuck others into oblivion like I fuck you?" Pedris words sent shivers down your spine.

So he sped up his pace and just a few seconds later, you came. Pedri didn't slow down but fucked you during your orgasm. You moaned loudly as your legs were shaking even more and you couldn't hold yourslef up on your arms anymore.

Pedri slapped your ass as soon as you put your head down on the mattress, your ass sticking into the air.

"You're a little cumdumpster, so needy aren't you?" Pedri asked you as everything in the room that was heard was skin slapping.

"So needy for my cum." Pedri noticed and slowed down a bit, his thrust became uneven and you felt his dick twitch inside of you before his cum shot into you.

You tilted your head backwards as Pedri then pulled out of you and laid down next to you.

"I love you." He said while he leaned closer to you to kiss your cheek and also press a long kiss on your mouth.

"Are you sure?" You laughed a bit and Pedri's eyes widened as he jumped up.

"You want me to show you?" He asked jokingly while spreading your legs wide open but as soon as you burst out laughing he closed the again.

"Gosh I love the spund of your laughter." He mumbled and crawled next to you again. As you turned to look at him he was smiling widely while admiring your face.

"I love you." You said and made eye contact with him. He then leaned in to kiss you softly but still passionately.

"I love you even more."

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Hi!

Can we get a part 2 for fyolup? She came to visit Neteyam at the metkayina and wears bikini for swimming. Aonung seems to eye her and neteyam turns into a protective jealous bf

Oooooooooooh gotta love a jelly na'vi bf! Hope you like this one!

Fyolup pt1

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Fyolup: Eyes on me

When neteyam was told that his cute fyolup was coming with Norm to the metkayina village, he was over the moon. How he missed her so much! There was so much neteyam to tell her. What he learned, how his new life settled, but most of all, how much he has grown. And of course show off what he is capable of. Not to mention his new tattoos on his arm. 

Already neteyam has things planned out for when she arrives. A full day of great activities, some including his siblings and some just for them two. Just thinking about it gets him riled up. 

But also, Neteyam wonders what cute clothing fyolup would wear? Something suitable but also stylish to fit her taste. Of course, knowing her, fyolup would wear something for his eyes only and no one else.

“Neteyam!” 

The sweet sound of the voice he longed to hear again called out to him. On the sandy beach, not too far from him stood was fyulop. She has grown a lot in the past few months. Wearing his favorite teal summer dress, and a bright smile on her cute face. 

Unable to hold it in, neteyam makes a run for it, and so does fyulop. Meeting each other in the middle, the girl jumps into his arms as he holds her tightly as he spun her around. Loud laughter escaped their lips, wide smiles and great happiness. For fyulop, it felt so good to be back in her lover’s arms. The feel of his skin touching hers, hearing his voice again. She missed it so much. 

Not putting her down, rather carrying her on his shoulder, they stare at each other's eyes and foreheads touching. “I missed you ma’sevin” neteyam whispers to her ear. Humming in agreement, she nods. “And I have missed you ma’yawne” she replies. Having not rush to go back home, neteyam takes his time to show her firstly the grand beach. Holding her tightly so that she doesn't fall, not like she will. Neteyam starts to talk, letting his mind wander on recent memories. 

And fyulop is all more eager to listen. 

“Neteyam, while I appreciate you looking at me for a long time, I am having self doubts now. Does it look good or not…?” Fyulop asks nervously. When she revealed her swimsuit, neteyam was in deep awestruck. He couldn't help but stare at her. 

Her swimming outfit was a two piece. Strapless top with a matching bottom that was light blue with thin waving white lines. Giving the illusion of underwater lighting. To add to her personal touch, fyulop collected small shells from the beach and added it to her swimsuit. It is the little things that make things stand out more. 

“I'm sorry love, it's just…oh eywa you look breathtaking” neteyam praises. Red hue colored fyulop’s cheeks. She certainly missed his praises. 

Offering his hand, fyulop accepts. “Come on, there is so much I want to show you” neteyam tells her excitedly. Taking her from his family pod, he carefully leads her through the rather bouncy paths. Fyulop couldn't help but giggle as she bounces her way. It was like jumping on a trampoline!

“Here, this is an ilu, like the dire horses at home. The people here use like in similar ways” neteyam explains while gently holding his ilu. Fyulop strokes its head gently, liking the pleasing sounds. And the ilu makes a sound of happiness, nudging his head against hers. 

“He likes you” neteyam comments. 

“I'm glad, cause I like him too. Such an adorable cutie you are” fyulop says in her baby voice. 

Not far from where they are, ao’nung, rotxo, and lo’ak were nearing the shore with their ilu’s. Ao’nung noticed the human girl, his eyes fixated on her. 

“Hey lo’ak, who is that?” he asks while pointing at fyulop. Lo’ak sees where he pointing at, “oh, that is fyulop. She came with our uncle norm to visit. Don't worry, she is harmless' ' lo'ak answers. But Ao'nung still couldn't stop staring at her or her pretty smile. 

“Is she single?”

“Hey fyulop, long time no see” Lo’ak welcomes the human girl with glee. Giving each other a warm hug, lo’ak joins in on whatever she and neteyam were doing. “So you are just going to ignore us lo’ak?” Rotxo teases behind the forest boy. Chuckling a bit, lo’ak shakes his head. “Right, sorry”. 

Gently pushing ao’nung and rotxo in front of him, he points at who is who, “fyulop, this is ao’nung and rotxo. Guys, this is fyulop, she was born and raised here in pandora like spider” lo’ak introduces. 

Fyulop giggled lightly, something that made ao’nung blush a tiny bit. Her giggles sounded so cute. He looks over and sees neteyam staring down at her with love and adoration. Crap, are they together? Hopefully not. 

“Nice to meet you both. I hope you treated neteyam and his family well?” Fyulop asks. This made the boys chuckle nervously. “What? What happened? Did you guys fight each other?” Fyulop asks curiously. 

“Well…you see..”

“Skxawngs. All of you. Especially you neteyam. It is much for lo’ak to start but for you to continue it?” Fyulop gently scolds the boys as they tell her about their rough start of getting along. She gently tugs neteyam’s ear while making a playful yet serious face. Neteyam couldn't help but chuckle, her fingers were to ticklish! 

Ao’nung saw their interaction, feeling his tail thump against the sand rather harshly. 

“Speaking of, how much has neteyam showed you of our home?” he asks, switching the subject. Fyulop took a moment to think, “so far the pods, the beach and the cute ilu’s” she replies. Ao’nung make a clicking sound, shaking his head. “Clearly he is skipping the more exciting stuff. Why not let me show you the better parts of our home?” he offers. 

Fyulop gasps happily, “really?” she asks. 

“Of course, what better guide than me?” 

Fyulop looks up to neteyam, her eyes already asking the question. He sighs, “he is right, but still”. 

Taking the chance, ao’nung gets up and gently grabs fyulop’s hand already leading her the way. As he and fyulop began to chat, neteyam, lo’ak and rotxo looked at ao’nung with a surprised expression on their faces. 

“Oh no he didn't” 

“Oh yes he did”

“And here is where we mostly trade things. Fish for beads, seaweed for grains, just about anything. There is something for everyone” Ao’nung shows fyulop the common areas that the na’vi spend their time. He showed her all the best places, ao’nung was pretty proud and a bit smug too. Getting cute reactions from fyulop was a treat. Even better to see neteyam fuming behind them. 

Fyulop was enjoying sightseeing. The metkayina was so vastly different from the omatikaya! From how they look, to their ways, culture and style of clothing. Already fyulop had ideas of creating ocean inspired clothing. Maybe style it similar to how the metkayina do. 

Neteyam on the other hand did not enjoy it. Nope. Not one bit. 

If looks could kill, ao’nung would be deep in the belly of an akula. 

Ao’nung had the sheer balls to not only touch fyulop but also hug her! Fyulop’s hugs are exclusive to neteyam only! Ok maybe his siblings too but mostly him! And too see that puny fishy skxawng touching his beloved made his anger rise deep within. 

And poor fyulop, took caught up in the new experiences didn't notice what fishlips was clearing trying to do. 

Well, as her boyfriend and protector, neteyam knows what slimy things that fishy na’vi prince can do.

If ao’nung knew just how easy it was to sway fyulop to trust him, he would have done it on the spot! Fyulop is just so cute and her clothing suits her figure. Actually, speaking of her clothing. 

Ao’nung haven't really seen much of how humans dress. So to see this human girl dress in a certain way excites him. There is a lot to learn and see something new within fyulop and hopefully be closer to her.

However, as days pass, almost as if on purpose, ao’nung takes fyulop’s time most of the day. Taking her wherever he wants, personally teaches her many things neteyam wanted to show her, among other things. And would shove the poor forest boy to the side. Giving no room for neteyam to intervene. 

And it was pissing neteyam off. 

Having enough of it, he did the only thing he knew best.

“You know fyulop, you interest me a lot. It would be nice if you stayed longer. Spending time with you has been a lot of fun” Ao’nung tells fyulop. Together they walk across the sandy shores, the small waves of the sea barely touching their feet. 

“It certainly has been a lot of fun. And while living here seems like a good idea, I worry for neteyam. He already has enough stuff to worry about” 

Ao’nung makes an annoyed sigh. “I doubt that. But either way, at least think it over. We could have a lot more fun. Together”. He holds fyulop’s hands into his larger ones. Making eye contact and hopefully what he is trying to do works. 

Only it didn't. 

Fyulop was gently yanked back by an angry neteyam. 

“I think you had enough time with her,” Neteyam says. Trying his best not to hiss at ao’nung. But the reef prince scoffs a bit smugly. “And who are you to choose for her? She can do what she wants”. 

“You’re absolutely right ao’nung” Fyulop agrees. 

The boy smirks at neteyam who only glares harder. 

“That means I can do this” 

With a gentle yet quick yank from his necklace, neteyam was yanked down and was given the most passionate kiss ever. 

Fyulop was kissing him as if to prove something. And boy did neteyam enjoyed it. With zero hesitation, neteyam kisses back, laughing on the inside. If he were to have a fourth finger right now, he would be flipping it in ao’nungs face. 

“And, what I want to do is spend my time with my sweet neteyam. Thank you ao’nung for showing me, but I think neteyam can take it from here” fyulop says with a not so innocent smile. 

Ao’nung was shocked, flabbergasted, speechless, and everything else. Damn it. 

“You heard her skxawng” Neteyam says with a victorious smirk on his face. Clicking his tongue, ao’nung leaves in defeat. 

With a happy cheer, neteyam picks up his love and spins her around. 

“You were so jealous~” the girl teases as she boops his nose. But neteyam caught her finger, gently nibbling it. “And you watched me. Didn't do anything to ease my heart” neteyam accuses. This made fyulop stroke his ears as she leans closer and asks in a cooing manner, “Than what can I do to ease your jealous heart?” 

He grins and replies “you know what” 

Aaaaaaaand that is it for this one! Was cute to write. Until next time! See ya!

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[writemywaytoyourheart]

Bedeviled | FINAL- Chapter 15a: alea iacta est

Pairing: demon!jungkook x female reader

Genre: romance, drama, angst, horror

WC for PART 1: 13.6k

This is a two part chapter guys, dont miss 15b, it will be linked at the end of this chapter.

Warnings for this part: ⚠️this chapter contains intense, heavy & possibly triggering material, pls read at your own discretion⚠️ strong language, blood, torture, grief, mentions of death, brief mention of past murder, strong religious themes throughout, mentions of witchcraft, implied human sacrifice, summoning of and dealing with demons, ANGST, physical violence, guilt, heavy heavy stuff u guys b careful, if there's anything I missed pls kindly let me know.

ML Previous

“Guardian angel…what’s happened?”

The look in her eyes was gentle even though the worry was clear. 

“I will tell you soon, I promise. Trust in me that now is not the time.”

A slender hand gestured towards the giant golden gates, a reminder of what was to come. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat, an understanding and comfort sweeping through you that the time would arrive to know everything. You looked up at the shining entrance and noticed beautiful gems lining the golden bars in every color imaginable. 

It was stunning. 

Your angel reached out a hand and ever so gently touched the sleek bars; sending a shudder through the entirety of the gate that simultaneously went through you, deep into your bones. 

You didn’t notice you were holding your breath until the gate opened and there was a soft yet steady hand on your shoulder.

Taking a tentative step forward, you gulped as the cloud beneath you kept you from plummeting through it.

A few more steps and you were almost inside. 

Closing your eyes, you took in a deep breath that filled your lungs. As it blew out slowly, you could feel any and every worry leaving with it as the sound of a celestial choir arose and an overwhelming feeling of love consumed you.

Then you stepped through the gates. 

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The grip on your upper arms is harsh as you’re dragged carelessly down the last few steps. The sound of tortured screams echo around you, bouncing off the walls and shaking you to the core. 

Then the smell hits you.

A smell so vile you would never be able to put it into words if someone asked. It turns your stomach to rot within seconds, but it’s too late to hold your breath now. 

I’m okay. 

You shake uncontrollably as the demons proceed to half carry you down a long hall, the sound of their footsteps drowned out by the screams of the sinners whose fate you are soon about to share in. 

At least it isn’t him.

You gulp and close your eyes despite it already being pitch black; the action only a desperate attempt to conjure some form of comfort. 

You flinch when the loud clank of metal reaches your ears. 

It sounds like someone is unlocking a very large padlock. 

Then an ear piercing squeak follows when what you can only assume is a cell door is opened.

You’re brought into the cell and immediately thrown to the ground harshly, a pained gasp knocked out of you when you hit the stone floor. 

There’s a puddle of something wet and warm under your hands and the stench of urine instantly fills your nostrils. You don’t even have a moment to register the disgust before you’re being grabbed roughly again and yanked to the middle of the room. 

The unmistakable sound of jangling chains fills your ears and you bite your bottom lip. Your eyes slowly begin to adjust to the darkness due to the sliver of blood red light seeping in through a crack near the upper right corner behind you. 

You can just barely make out what is probably Sav in front of you, but more of that comes from the energy you feel and less the sight of him. 

A deep chuckle sounding directly ahead confirms it as your arms are yanked up so violently that you inadvertently cry out. The demons only continue to laugh as one on each side of you shackles your wrists to the rusted cuffs hanging from the ceiling. 

You realize with horror only seconds before it happens that the chains are a certain height, designed like everything else here; to wring the most torture they can out of you. 

A broken scream gets stuck in your throat when the demons let go of you and your body weight is forced down by gravity, pulling at your shoulders harshly. Only a bit of pressure is taken off by your feet holding you up just enough on tiptoe. You know that eventually your shoulders will not be able to handle it, when you are no longer strong enough to stand. They will inevitably be pulled out of place.

Breathing in and out slowly in shaky gasps, you don’t even try to fight as your ankles are shackled as well, even though you won’t be going anywhere with even just the wrists bound in iron. 

The sound of another set of chains makes you close your eyes. 

Flinching harshly, you bite your lip when you feel your wings squeezed painfully by cold metal restraints of their own.

Fear clenches your heart as you wait with bated breath. 

“Leave us.”

Heavy footfalls go to the cell door, the loud creak sounds, then the footsteps diminish into the torture being dealt elsewhere in the dungeon. 

You say nothing, feeling his stare on you while you keep your eyes closed. 

“I’m going to ask questions and you are going to answer, do you understand?”

He’s met with silence, but chooses to ignore that and begins anyway. 

“Why are you here?” 

When you don’t answer, he steps forward and growls.

“Do you want me to fucking hurt you right now, you little bitch? Answer me.”

You open your eyes and stare at the dark floor, but say nothing. 

“Answer me or when the time comes I’ll hurt him more than I need to.”

A beat of silence passes.

“I came to get something,” you grit out, tears stinging your eyes.

Sav chuckles in disbelief. 

“How strange you are, little puppet. You say nothing when your own precious body is on the line, but when it comes to a random demon you found in Hell, you will give it all up.”

You sigh shakily, knowing that he can do whatever he wants to you and still get you to talk when he threatens to hurt a certain fellow demon of his.

“Oh this is going to be fun.”

His heeled boots clunk against the floor as he begins to pace, smirking at your defeated posture. 

“What did you come to get?”

You gulp, noticing how dry your throat is. 

“Something I’ve waited a long time for.”

“The Flame of Immortality?”

You’re not sure how he found out that little made-up story, but you don’t ask. 

He sighs through his nose in annoyance at your silence. 

“Why should an angel need the Flame? You’re already immortal. Besides, don’t you holy creatures frown at the use of it?”

“I didn’t tell you I needed it,” you whisper. 

“A little birdie told me you did.”

“Maybe you should stop taking information from random little birdies-”

A harsh slap lands across your cheek and you instantly taste blood as your head hangs to the side and you squeeze your eyes shut tightly to try and control the urge to make a sound. 

You don’t want to give him that satisfaction. 

“You’re going to regret not taking my offer to let you speak and delay your punishment.”

He grabs your face, pinching your cheeks tightly and making you look at him. 

Oddly enough, you can see his blue eyes in the dim light, his hair falling into them.

“If pain is what you want, rest assured that is what I will give you.”

You glare back at him in response, earning another slap to your other cheek. 

Sav steps back and observes you. 

“You look a little too confident as an angel at the hands of demons that are only too willing to hurt her.”

You just stare at him, hands chained above your head and shoulders aching terribly. 

“Your smug silence will only cause you more agony.”

He gets no response. 

The demon turns and walks to a corner of the cell, a dark alcove where you can not see what is inside. 

“Fine by me, little angel.”

You expect him to emerge with something, so you’re taken by surprise when he only comes back out, empty handed, to lean against the wall. 

“Undidis.” His voice rings out in the dim light.

Then the iron cell door opens and the large lizard-like demon that grabbed you in the hall stalks in, a grotesque smile spread across his toothy snout.

You don’t have a moment to think before he hits you across the face so hard that your vision spins violently and a headache blossoms. A few of your teeth feel like they were loosened by the impact. You breathe out a pained groan. 

The demon hits you in the stomach, then kicks your right shin harshly out from under you, undoubtedly leaving a mark that will bruise if he didn’t fracture it outright. 

The weight of your beaten body pulls down on your shoulders and you cry out. 

“Alright, that’s enough.”

Undidis steps away and sneers, “Look at her. She’s like a little doll we get to ruin all we want.”

Sav chuckles at his words. 

“And she can stop it any time she would like. Are you ready to stop, angel?”

You gulp, cringing at the metallic taste in your mouth, then you shake your head slowly. 

He scoffs and goes back to the alcove, disappearing into the darkness. 

____. 

Tears form in your eyes at the sound of her voice in your mind. 

Angel…I’m sorry that I didn’t listen to you…I’m sorry I failed.

Sav steps out and you see something long and thin hanging from his hand. 

____, you have not failed. Do not let them make you believe otherwise.

“Still feeling brave?” Sav mocks, running the whip between his fingers repeatedly, his eyes moving over your form hungrily; ready to draw screams from you with each crack of it. 

You are sure you want to do this? Only say the word and it will stop. 

You pull your gaze away from Sav and up to the ceiling of the cell. Up to where you might be able to imagine all of them if you think hard enough. 

The words that leave your mouth are sure to send him into a fit, but it doesn’t stop you from saying them.

“I’m okay, Guardian Angel.”

Sav’s face falls, then it twists in anger as he steps closer to you, “We’ll just see where that bravery gets you.”

You can see the hatred in his eyes before he walks behind you and is out of your line of sight. 

You shut your eyes only moments before the whip makes contact with your back and rips the first scream from your lungs. 

________________________

“Find your own way out of Hell.”

The look of terror and disbelief in your eyes did nothing to stop him from turning; from leaving you alone and never looking back.

-

JK keeps his eyes forward as he stalks across the empty planes between the eighth and ninth circles of Hell, his jaw taut with barely contained rage. 

He has no intention of going back to you, or even turning around to see if perhaps his eyes betrayed him in a moment of insanity. 

Of all the things he theorized about you in his head, you being one of those sorry pawns from His pathetic army was never even close to being one…

When the golden light bouncing off the vibrant green leaves flashes through his brain again, the demon shakes his head and keeps walking. 

You must have poisoned his thoughts in some way- with all your nasty little angel abilities to put images in minds. That must have been part of your plan the entire time: to confuse him, to disorient him enough so that you could do whatever the hell it was you were here to do in the first place. 

The silent anger continues to build inside, leaving no room to wonder or even care about where you might be. 

_________________

The broken scream from the last lash of the whip leaves your throat raw as you gasp in a breath. You had held them in as much as you could, but the pain after the first fifteen lashes was too much. You had no idea how many more he had done since.

Sav runs his fingers down the length of the thin instrument, dragging the blood off of it to drip onto the floor in red splatters. 

“Why him?” He asks lowly, voice deep with impatience. 

Your shaky breaths echo off the stone walls. 

Sav grabs your chin with rough fingers, forcing you to lift your head and look at him, the smirk on his face growing at the way you squeeze your eyes shut with pain, the blood from his fingers smearing onto your skin. 

“Why…” He leans close, his cold breath fanning your wet cheeks, “...him?”

You swallow thickly before whispering, unable to keep the strength in your voice no matter how hard you try, “I only asked him to lead me becau-”

A shaky breath gets caught in your throat and you cough a little. 

“-because he was the first one I ran into.”

The grip on your face tightens for a second before the demon shoves you away and takes a step back to observe his prisoner. 

“Do not make the mistake of feeling secure in telling me the truth. It will not spare you any pain.”

You open your eyes and look at him. 

“I know.”

His jaw clenches, then a smirk slowly spreads on his face again. 

“How unlucky for you that he was merely a pawn in your little game. If there was more to tell on JK, I might have decided to prolong the fun in order to wring more out of you.”

His words neither lessen nor heighten your anxiety. You know he is going to torture you without restraint, you have known since the moment you were grabbed in the tunnel while trying to get away. He does not need any more information from you; that is not why you are in this dungeon under the Chamber of Souls. You are merely here for their twisted sport. 

Finding an angel in the middle of Hell is a prize beyond the count of worth. 

Without turning, Sav drops the whip on the floor and points at the alcove. 

The demon, Undidis, that has been standing silent to the side for the entirety of the whipping instantly walks that way and disappears into the darkness. 

The sound of metal clanging around from where he went reaches your ears, but you do not move your gaze from Sav’s. 

“The monarch butterfly on your arm,” you whisper, voice hoarse, “Why is it colored?”

He snorts, “Why would I feel the need to divulge any information about myself to you? You are already at my feet, you are already mine to break.”

“Do you not know?”

His gaze hardens as he stares at you with a raw hatred after seeing the unwavering look in your gaze. 

The look in his own eyes confirms what you already know: that he will not give you a moment of relief once he begins.

There is no reason for either of them to hold back. 

You take a steadying breath and close your eyes slowly.

-

Stepping through the gates, your eyes landed immediately on your aunt. 

Yoongi’s mother, who died many years ago. 

Her skin seemed to radiate a very subtle glow as she smiled at you warmly. There were no wings on her back and she was clothed in a soft white tunic that fell to her ankles. She looked young and healthy, her eyes resembling Yoongi’s almost exactly. 

You smiled back, then your gaze shifted to see the man stepping out from behind her who wasn’t an angel either.

It was your father. 

You had never met him, but there was something inside of you that just knew. For some odd reason you also knew what had happened to him, why he left one day before you were even born and never came back. 

You thought maybe he had been sick like you or just abandoned you and mother. It never occurred to you that he was killed on the road and never found. Your heart hurt terribly at this revelation.

His lips…they looked like yours. Your hair color was the same too. He also looked somewhat like Yoongi’s mother, the shared genes were clear. 

You briefly remembered the days leading up to your death, when you hallucinated a man in the corner of the shack, staring at you. You had thought it was your father, but it wasn’t, he didn’t look like this man. This man’s eyes were kind, his touch comforting as he gave you a quick hug and whispered how happy he was to finally meet you. 

You hugged him back tightly, a breath stuck in your throat, your mind still in a state of disbelief. 

He pulled away then and stepped back, no longer obscuring your view of the beings behind him.

Many many people and angels, some laughing and talking, others smiling and waving at you excitedly. 

You didn’t recognize any of them, but they seemed to know you. 

They seemed to have known you for a long time. 

Realization hit you then, that every single person and angel there, had been waiting for you. 

The air itself was alive with relief and genuine unconditional love. 

These souls that you did not know, were overjoyed at your arrival. 

They were proud of you. 

Tears filled your eyes, only a few escaping and falling down your cheeks. 

Then you saw her. 

The little angel with yellow wings, that had taken your hand and led you to the clouds after you passed. 

She was standing in front of another angel that looked no older than fourteen. The young teen had long red hair and wings the color of soil. A bright smile graced her pink lips.

The small yellow angel that you had not recognized when first waking in that shack, had tears in her eyes as she looked at you. Those bunny teeth appeared when she smiled even while the tears fell down her supple cheeks.

“The little ones that pass in the womb become angels.”

She looked just like him.

“Aera?”

The name fell from your lips in a breathless whisper. 

Not another moment passed before you were kneeling and the child was running into your open arms, soon engulfed in your embrace. 

Her tiny arms wrapped around you and she held on tightly. 

You couldn’t help the tears that wracked your body as you kept her close, finally feeling that warmth you always dreamt of. 

“I love you,” you whispered the words you always wanted to say between sobs, “I love you so much, I missed you so much.”

Her hug only tightened and she whispered back with that tiny soft voice you could only ever imagine in those long long months, “I missed you too, mommy. I love you.”

You continued to cry on her small shoulder until your tears were utterly spent and you could finally breathe in fully without breaking into another round of weeping. 

Only then did you open your eyes and see someone behind her; your gaze traveling from their sandaled feet, up their long beige tunic, and into gentle brown eyes flecked with gold.

Only then did you first look upon the face of the one you never knew you had missed.

-

Your whole body is quivering uncontrollably, blood drips down your arms and legs, and your shoulders only continue to weaken as the strain on them increases with each new torment they bring upon you. 

“Not the face.”

Sav’s deep voice breaks through the fog of pain clouding your mind. 

Undidis grunts in annoyance but steps back anyway, the bloody knife gripped in his scaly fist tightly as he resists the urge to mutilate the only part of you that has been left more or less unscathed. 

You can faintly hear both of them laughing as they walk around you, behaving like two humans that have stumbled across a most intriguing statue in the museum. 

No words pass your lips, only the labored breathing that occasionally becomes so quiet that if they didn’t know any better they’d have thought you suffocated from the lack of oxygen getting to your lungs. 

“Such a precious little face, angel. I can’t bring myself to cut it up just yet,” Sav muses with mock pity. 

At your lack of response, you get a kick to the same right shin Undidis had struck earlier. 

All you give for that is a weak moan. 

Sav steps towards you and leans down, his voice becoming soft, “This is only the beginning. You can change your fate, all you have to do is one simple thing.”

The fog in your brain covers most of your thoughts in an attempt to pretend like you are anywhere but here. 

Slowly, you shake your head.

“Do nothing and we get to play with you for the rest of eternity. Who needs Him anyway? If you give in to us, the pain He has let be inflicted upon you will lessen.”

Your eyes flutter open at his words and you lift your head only enough to look him in the eye. 

“And when my memories are no longer my own,” you mumble quietly, “When I can no longer understand why it hurts…what will happen to me then?”

Sav straightens up, his mouth twisting in rage. 

“Will I become like you?” You whisper hoarsely, never looking away from him. 

A harsh slap from the back of his hand causes your head to jerk to the side and blood to spray from your mouth and onto the floor, to continue to stain the ancient stone with the life of its current victim.

“You dare to look down on me while I stand above you?” He seethes, “You refuse to acknowledge who is in control?”

“You are not in control.” Is all you say, eyes lifting to the ceiling briefly. 

“Is that so?”

A choked gasp gets stuck in your throat when you feel jagged metal sink deep into your abdomen. 

Sav pulls the knife back out and lifts it into your view as you gulp and try to control the shivering from sheer pain alone.

Your blood drips down the length of the crooked blade, only inches from your face.

“I think we’ve just run out of time for you. That little face of yours has only begun to anger me.” 

Your gaze drifts from the crimson knife and over to his dark blue eyes. 

“Your story saddens me, Sav. But it is not you I grieve for.”

There’s a flash of fear deep in his gaze, but it’s quickly clouded once more with hatred. 

“You may know things I do not, angel, but I can assure you of this,” he looms over you, only too ready to ruin you beyond recognition, “If you do not deny Him, if you do not lower yourself more than you already are and bow to me; I will rid you of any physical indication of your title. I will tear you limb from limb and you will feel every single second of it.”

A smile spreads on your cracked lips, bright red blood oozing from your mouth. 

“Lower yourself to me.” Despite his words, his voice shakes slightly.

The grin on your face does not fade, even as Undidis emerges from the shadows with the next instrument of torture that will leave you in agony beyond comprehension. 

You keep your eyes locked on Sav. 

“No.”

____________________________________

“Look, Savanis!”

The twenty-year old boy looked up from where he was digging and reached a hand to wipe the sweat from his brow. He pushed the dirty blonde hair out of his suntanned face so he could see the little girl a few feet to his left. 

“What is it, Marjorie?”

The child frowned at his tone, but quickly brushed it off and pointed at the little flower only inches from her where a beautiful orange and black butterfly sat. 

“Isn’t it pretty?” She whispered, leaning in. Long blonde locks fell over her tiny shoulders, the curled ends brushing against the dirt, “I think it’s the most beautiful I have ever seen.”

Savanis rolled his eyes and turned back to the digging that was taking longer than he liked. It wasn’t supposed to be one of the jobs that consumed his entire day. And for this he would only get enough for half a loaf of bread at the market. 

The shovel struck the hot dirt viciously, tearing into it and wrenching it from the earth.

-

“Savi.”

He rolled his eyes at the hundredth interruption that evening alone. 

“What?”

“I’m hungry.”

“Do you think I don’t know that?” He raised his voice, slamming down the small piece of wood he had been carving mindlessly, the sound echoing off the wooden walls of their tiny home. 

Tears welled up in the six year old’s big bluebell eyes and he sighed sharply. 

“It isn’t my fault the king treats us like scum, Marjorie! What would you have me do? Beg at his feet to let us feast with the royal court? Don’t be so naive. If you’re so hungry then go out and find a way to get us food. Just because mother and father died and left you to burden me doesn’t mean you can’t make yourself useful for once.”

With that, he stood and grabbed the crookedly carved wood, then stormed out of the house, leaving his little sister to self-soothe in her torn blanket, holding her worn out doll friend close to her chest. 

-

It wasn’t even a month’s passing since that night that Savanis stumbled upon the old witch that lived in the woods, the one he had only previously heard tales of. 

She was odd enough to deserve the rumors said about her, but she by no means looked to him like she could actually cast magic spells and curse those that betrayed her. 

Despite all that, she made decent company when he was out and about in the woods for whatever work he was doing. 

The witch spoke of her many encounters with spirits; the good and the evil. 

Savanis found himself increasingly drawn to the dark ones she told him of. They seemed more likely to obtain what they desired and he didn’t shy away from the means in which they helped this particular old hag acquire hers. 

He began to actively look for work that focused solely on his going into the woods. Those stories began to seem more and more real, and certainly the ways in which the witch lived her life seemed a lot more enjoyable than where he was stuck. 

Savanis was determined to change the course of his future, to live his life how he wanted, not to have anyone relying so heavily on him for mere survival. 

The time he spent in those woods grew longer and not for the work he was doing halfheartedly by then. For what he was doing, he might never need to work again. 

The old witch taught him spells, ways that he could get what he wanted without working all day for it. Ways to read into others’ futures so that they might pay him in exchange for that delicate knowledge. Perhaps, he thought, he could embellish a little here and there as the witch suggested, and so he did. She was right that people would pay more the more you’re willing to divulge, even if only some of it was true. 

-

Marjorie would wait for her brother each night, worrying herself sick while lying in her blankets on the floor of their one room cabin. She would force her little eyes to stay open until she saw him coming into the door quietly and setting his things underneath the floorboards where he thought she couldn’t get them. Then the child would finally be able to sleep. 

His items never interested her. One time she was curious and looked in the hiding spot, but only found feathers and vials of strange liquid that smelled funny. When she saw the small blade covered in something red, she hurriedly put the floorboard back over it and never again peeked.

Most of her days were spent outside in her garden. 

It wasn’t much of a real garden, but she had lovingly replanted flowers and other strange plants she did not know the name of that she found in the forest. 

The bees, dragonflies, and butterflies would swarm her little collection of sweet-smelling flowers, which was one of the reasons she loved it the most. 

Marjorie would sit there for hours, simply watching the butterflies flutter to and fro as she nibbled on her bread. She’d offered them some once but they were not interested, so she kept it for herself. 

Savi didn’t snap at her so much anymore and he started to bring home more food. She didn’t ask him what he was doing all day and he didn’t offer any details. 

-

Savanis wiped the already dirty rag down the length of his smaller hunting knife as the witch, Tanta he knew her as now, continued to stir the pot above the fire. 

When he was finally able to clear most of the crimson smears from the blade, he knelt down and tossed the bloody rag into the fire, his gaze drawn to the strange green hue that illuminated the flames briefly before they faded back to a reddish orange. 

“You remembered,” Tanta seemed pleased as she sprinkled something flaky into the pot. 

He nodded then sat back to watch her work. 

“I’m better than you ever acknowledge.”

“I’m aware.”

“Then why don’t you teach me more? Everything I know is practically useless to me now.”

“I thought all you wanted was a comfortable life,” she mused, not looking in his direction but clearly sporting a knowing grin, “Is that not what I’ve given you? You have food, clothes, and no need for work.”

Savanis sighed loudly, “What good is magic if it doesn’t give you more than the ordinary?”

“What good indeed,” Tanta muttered quietly. 

They sat in silence for a little longer, then he heard her speak again. 

“I have urged you to do things you have not done.”

He frowned, unsure what she meant for a moment, then it hit him. 

“Ah, you mean the rituals?”

“Indeed.”

“So if I worship him more, I’ll be able to do more?”

The only response he got to that was a silent smile. 

“I’m not sure I believe it is the thing,” Savanis continued, “Did you not say I was the one capable of magic because of who I am? Not because of some demon king?”

“On your own, you are no more special than that kid sister of yours.”

He bit his tongue at that, irritated. 

“She couldn’t handle any of it,” he spat bitterly, glaring at the flames that appeared to have turned bluish, “She’s weak and useless.”

“And that may be so,” Tanta let go of the ladle and turned to him, “But if you want to unlock your true potential, you must give all of yourself to his work.”

“And that means worshiping him every day?”

“The more genuine you become with it, the more you will not drag your feet about it.”

Savanis chewed on his bottom lip, contemplating. 

What did he have to lose?

-

Tanta was right. 

The more frequently he did the special rituals to the Leader, as she called him, the more he desired to do them. 

A lot of times he’d have to fight the stupid little voice whispering over his shoulder not to do it, saying that he could stop and it wasn’t too late to change. There were days the voice gave him pause.

Tanta told him never to listen to that voice though, that it was a spirit that claimed to be good but only wished for him to lack in anything he desired. Only wished for him to be a puppet and never live for himself.

So he continued to push it out of his head, and continued to make a point to do worse just out of spite. 

The darkness that took root in him was continuing to grow, and he welcomed it openly. 

Never before this was there much to his bland life. 

-

“You are almost to the highest rank I’ve been told.”

Savanis smirked at the witch that sat on a tree stump in front of him, knitting a dark cloth. It had only been a few months since she first began teaching him and he was already on his way to the top. 

“Envious?” He asked, arms crossed and brow raised in arrogance. 

She simply smiled at the work in her hands, “I have no reason to envy you child, I have been at the top for many years. I would say delighted is a more fit word to use. After all, you are my pupil.”

“And you are his pupil.”

“Precisely.”

“When do I get to do the final ritual?”

“When he decides you are ready.”

“How will I know?”

Her knowing smile returned. 

“You will know.”

-

Marjorie woke up with a start to see her big brother gathering his things. It was still dark, so she didn’t understand where he might be going. She watched silently from her makeshift bed as he put on his dark cloak and left without a sound.

-

Savanis lit the fire and stepped back, then tossed the bundle of herbs into it and watched the flames snap and crackle. 

He had a dream earlier in the night, a sign he took that it was finally time for him to reach his full potential. The man in the dream told him to come to the spot he was in and do the summoning. 

It only took a few moments before the air turned cold and he sensed a presence behind him. He turned and saw a tall handsome man dressed in dark clothes fit for a royal. On his back were large black wings that were at rest. 

He smirked at Savanis, who suddenly had a strange feeling that something might not be right. 

“At last we meet.”

Savanis swallowed, then spoke up, “You are him, then? The Leader.”

“Lucifer.”

“Lucifer,” Savanis tried out the name, a nasty taste following it in his mouth, but it did nothing to deter him. 

“Have you finally come to give your soul to me?” Lucifer asked, eyes locked on the boy in front of him. 

“Have you finally decided I’m worth it?”

A dark chuckle floated from the demon. 

“You have never been worth it, boy. You are as useless to me as the twig you stand on.”

Savanis’ mouth twisted in anger. 

“Then why are you here?”

“You asked me here.”

Savanis scoffed and looked away, feeling utterly humiliated and more than a little angered.

The demon took a step closer, “Do you wish to feel important to me, boy?”

The blonde glared at him, then tilted his chin up, “All I care about is getting what I want.”

“And what is it that you want?”

“I want to be able to do and have whatever I desire without consequences.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“Then giving your soul to me is the right answer for you.”

“And yet you turned me down!”

Lucifer chuckled, “I said you are worthless. You are no match for the ones that do my bidding. They are far darker than you.”

“What would you have me do?” Savanis’ voice grew in strength. 

He was not afraid of the darkness. 

“If you want to give me your soul and join me, you must prove yourself. You must give me something else first.”

“I will give you anything.”

“A life.”

Savanis frowned, confused, “An animal sacrifice? I’ve already given you plenty-”

“Oh no,” the Devil stepped closer again, “One far more precious. A human’s.”

“Easy enough,” Savanis said without hesitation, the blackness in his heart causing him no inner turmoil at the request, “But who?”

A horrible grin spread on the prince of Hell’s face. 

“Is there no one in your life you wish to be rid of? No one that has tethered you down until you are merely nothing but the tool to their survival?”

Savanis stared at him for a moment. 

That nagging little voice began to beg him to listen, to wait and listen for a moment. Not to make any rash decisions. 

But he pushed it away like he had gotten so good at doing. 

“Yes, there is.”

______________________________________

“You remember her, don’t you?”

Your voice is broken and raw as you utter the words, head hanging while the weight of your body hangs on your shoulders unforgivingly. The feeling of the joints that are bearing all the weight beginning to dislocate makes you grit your teeth. 

Sav stands in front of you, his chest heaving in angry breaths. 

He doesn’t respond, only glares harder at your ruined form covered in crimson. 

You swallow thickly, tasting the metallic blood that coats the inside of your mouth. 

“You remember Marjorie…don’t you?”

Sav grabs your face harshly, forcing you to look at him. 

“Don’t say that fucking name ever again.”

You stare back evenly as you whisper. 

“Why do you pretend like you don’t remember? Who are you trying to convince: the other demons, or yourself?”

His jaw clenches, rage seeping into him at the fact that you know more than he’s comfortable with, the fact that you can read him like a book. 

An awkward silence stretches on and you can sense that Undidis is just now hearing of this. 

“If you think dropping a name that is in my past will rattle me, you’re wrong,” Sav seethes, fingers pinching your cheeks. 

“It isn’t just in your past though, is it? That is your punishment. It haunts you wherever you go, the pain you caused her now racks your own miserable being, and you will never be free of it-”

“Shut the hell up.”

“She’s up there, you know.”

The dark ocean in his irises seems to darken and get colder as you stoke the burning blue flames. He roughly lets go of your face.

“You will never hurt her again, Sav. She needs never to think of you or what you did. Marjorie sings joyfully with the angels and flies with her most beloved creatures.”

He watches your eyes drift to the dead monarch inked on his bicep. 

Your voice drops to a whisper as he steps back, hands shaking.

“Marjorie told me of the doll you sewed for her when she was three. She told me of the bread you brought home for her. You were always enough for her.”

You see him swallow thickly, but sense only an empty misery and anger there. 

“Even as you sacrificed the life of your only little sister for your selfish desires, she never hated you. She forgave you, Savanis.”

“I said shut up!” He slaps you across the face, snapping your neck to the side violently. Then he grabs your hair and yanks it so that you’re looking at him, his eyes wild with rage, “Your kind has stolen more souls from us than one could count, and yet you have the audacity to mock me while at my mercy? I am not going to stop ruining you, not until you break, and not even then. Beg all you want but I will not stop. Not even when you give in and lower yourself to me!”

“Go ahead!” You scream at the top of your lungs in his face, startling him enough to step back, “No matter how close you think you are to prevailing against His gates, you’ve already lost!!” 

The rage is clear in his eyes as he stares you down. 

Even as Undidis cracks the whip down on your back and you feel it rip deep into your flesh, pouring more blood down your already scarred skin, you do not look away from the demon standing in front of you. 

Despite the difference in your positions, he is the one that looks at you with trepidation swimming in his gaze. 

-

JK walks through the colorless trees of the second ring in the seventh circle, his gaze locked on the ground. The strange images won’t stop, they only ever get worse when he’s looking at anything but the pale dirt beneath him. 

Not once has he glanced at the sinners he passed as he stomped his way back through the circles. 

Not once has he given a second thought to the words being repeated in his head in a loop, the stupid little pathetic human souls begging him for a chance to ruin themselves. 

Not once has he been able to shake the image of you out of his mind. 

The terror in your eyes when he left you is burned into his brain. 

He wouldn’t think anything of it if the image was paired up with satisfaction and a desire to drag more misery out of you just to see you fall further into despair. But it isn’t. It’s accompanied with nothing but confusion and uncertainty.

“I’d rather live together forever. Wouldn’t you?”

The demon flinches at the soft voice that permeates his mind above all the others, a horrid feeling coming over him like when he sees those images he suddenly can’t escape..

“Live forever? Together?”

The sound of a snapping twig makes him lift his head briefly. 

The realization of looking up from the ground hits him too late. 

The sight of pale branches and dead leaves sets it off all over again. 

Shades of gray blur and morph until a horribly bright green replaces them all, the sound of birds twittering fills his ears, and the warmth of sun caresses his freezing skin. 

Laughter surrounds him as he fumbles to a stop in the forest full of so much life and light it’s painful. 

The demon glances around uncertainly before reaching shaky hands up to his ears to cover them, squeezing harshly to drown out the voices that seem so familiar and yet so foreign. 

For a moment, he thinks maybe he’s mistaken and that he was just summoned by a desperate soul seeking solace in the most perfectly horrid place. 

Just as he’s calming himself and taking his hands away from his ears, he stops abruptly after almost running into a large tree. 

He flinches back to avoid colliding into it. 

As the demon backs up slowly, he runs into something else. He turns to see an old swing hanging from one of the branches of the tree; it’s rocking back and forth slightly due to the force of him running into it. 

His hands begin to shake more than they have been since you put those wretched thoughts in his mind. 

JK takes a few unsteady steps backwards, tripping over his own feet to get away from the simple structure that’s causing so many confusing and conflicting feelings to crowd into his mind. 

Just as he’s about to turn and hurry in the opposite direction, there’s a sound cutting through the rustling leaves and singing bluebirds. 

He freezes, his blood curdling at the agonized scream that fills the forest and sucks the air from his lungs.

All at once, the green silky leaves and blue sky are ripped away and he’s back in the seventh circle. 

JK slowly turns to face the direction he came from. 

The direction where he left you to so easily be caught and tortured until you no longer had that little flame of hope he had always hated to see in you despite his desperate attempts to squash it. 

_________________________

You stare at the stone floor under you that’s illuminated with a pale red light creeping in from the crack in the corner of the cell. 

Every few seconds another ruby droplet falls from your skin and lands on the ground.

Your shoulders have long since been pulled out of place. The tops of your feet rest against the cold floor, unable to bear any weight to ease the pain in your shoulders. 

All you can do is continue to count the drips that never fail to fall in the same place, joining the ever growing puddle. 

You know they are going to come back in soon and continue where they left off. 

Please give me strength. 

You blink slowly, almost losing count of the next drop of your blood splashing into the little pool. 

The sound of the cell door flying open makes you flinch a little, but you glance in the direction of it anyway. 

You don’t see Sav or Undidis coming in to finish the job as you expected.

Your breath gets caught in your throat at the sight of JK being brought into the cell, his arms held roughly by two mangled demons that don’t even try to contain the cackles bubbling from their vile throats.  

Terror takes root in your heart when you think he’s been caught and is to be punished in front of you. Only seconds pass before you realize what it is you’re actually seeing. 

It isn’t JK. 

It’s Jungkook. 

You watch in mounting horror as they drag him to the center of the cell. 

As far as you can tell, you are no longer chained there. Instead, you are against the wall and watching as they clamp the chains onto his wrists. 

“Jungkook?” 

The name passes your lips in a breathless whisper, full of horror and confusion. 

None of them act as though they’ve heard you, or have seen you at all for that matter. How could they? You are witnessing a moment that has already come to pass. 

All you can do is stand there and stare. Your legs will not move as you tell them to, it’s like you’re frozen. 

Jungkook’s head hangs low, not looking the demons in the eye as they shriek and hurl vile profanities at him. 

A horrible scream rips itself from your throat when without warning they begin to beat and tear at him viciously. Even as you wail in desperation for them to stop, none of them react to your presence. 

You can’t even cover your eyes to avoid seeing it. 

It feels like it lasts forever until they’re finally stepping away and you can see his beaten and bruised form hanging there numbly, clothes torn and bloody cuts littering his skin. 

There isn’t a single sign of pain on his face, it’s as if he is incapable of feeling. 

The demon with bulging eyes and no nose laughs maniacally and turns to the other wretch in the room, “The fucker isn’t over the death of his little lover yet.”

Your heart rips in two.

The second demon that has mutilated moldy wings that are no more than stubs and half of its smile stitched with thick black thread, scoffs in twisted amusement, “Give him a few days and he won’t even remember her name.”

The two snort loudly to themselves before leaving the room, the cell door slamming shut behind them. 

“Jungkook,” you whimper, still stuck by the wall and at least ten feet from him.

The faraway look in his eyes as he stares at the stone floor makes your heart bleed painfully.

His dirty cheeks covered in blood and grime soon have streaks running down them as silent tears fall. 

He doesn’t move, not even when they eventually come in again and proceed to beat him without restraint. 

The sobs falling from your lips never cease as you can’t tear your eyes away from it. 

The bulging-eyed demon leans down close to where Jungkook’s head dips low, blood dripping from the prisoner’s mouth and nose. 

“What was her name again?” The voice is sneering, mocking. 

You hear his muttered reply even from where you sit by the wall. 

“____.”

-------------------

You don’t know how many times they came back, every visit bringing worse torment than the last. 

Each time, they would ask the same question. 

“What is her name?”

And each time, no matter how weak his voice became, he gave the same reply.

“____.”

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The mangled demon with stubby wings lashed the whip angrily after Jungkook whispered your name for the hundredth time. 

You couldn’t bear to see the pained grimace on your best friend’s face as the thin leather strap tore into his naked skin, nor could you stand to hear the gut-wrenching cries that came from him when he was all alone in the dark cell for hours; nothing to occupy his mind but the thought of you. 

You’d screamed and pounded on the floor and thrown many fits, but he never saw you. All you could do was sit there and cry with him. 

The worst were the times when you could hear him muttering to himself in the silence, talking and laughing breathlessly about flowers and clouds and boats and sweet honey rice cakes. He would whisper about bird songs and rings and sunlight dancing on fingertips.

The stories he told to the quiet to make sure he wouldn’t ever forget you. 

-

“That’s it,” The bug-eyed demon snarled and turned to his companion to whisper something neither you nor Jungkook could hear. 

Whatever it was, it prompted the other to unchain Jungkook less than gracefully, ignoring his pained cries at the change in position. 

Then they both dragged him carelessly out of the cell. 

The next few moments flashed in front of you; the horrible images showing what it was they were doing. 

You saw Jungkook refuse to steal souls when ordered to, time and time again. You saw them drag him back to the cell and torture him until he couldn’t even scream anymore from losing his voice. 

It continued like that for nearly a hundred years. 

The time passed in a flash for you, but for Jungkook every moment felt like a millennia as they found new ways to wrench sounds of affliction from him each time he refused to do their bidding. 

__________

“We’re breaking him.”

The demon in charge of the prisoners’ under the Chamber of Souls scoffed at the lesser creature in front of him. 

“He doesn’t look broken to me.”

Jungkook kept his gaze on the floor, counting the tiny cracks running along through the ancient stone. 

He didn’t even flinch when a rough hand gripped his chin harshly and pulled to make him look up at them. 

“This girl you are so desperate to remember, tell me, what is her name?”

Jungkook blinked a few times but said nothing, his gaze cloudy and uncertain. 

Dark chuckles echoed around the cell. 

“See? I told you we-”

“Apple…”

Stunned silence fell over the dungeon at the name whispered brokenly, the screams of the other sinners fading into nothingness as the demons stood there and stared at their miserable prize.

“Get me the crank,” the general growled, “You know the one I speak of.”

Scurried footsteps faded into the hall as Jungkook lowered his gaze back to the ground.

------

The breath trickled from Jungkook’s lungs as he hung in the cell, his shoulders bruised from where they dislocated again each time he was brought back and rechained. 

He blinked slowly, watching the blood drip from him and onto the floor with a tiny splatter. 

The cell door creaked loudly but he didn’t move. 

Heavy footsteps echoed around the cell as the newcomer approached. 

Jungkook said nothing as he was unchained and dragged out of the dungeon. 

He said nothing as they brought him to a dark forest where a boy was summoning demons to make a deal with. 

He couldn’t even stand on his own, so he crumpled to the ground when they let him go. 

Jungkook stared at the young teen eagerly bundling the herbs he would soon toss into the fire. 

When asked once more if he would agree to deal with humans, with this boy, he nodded his head slowly in defeat. 

-

As they chained Jungkook back up in his cell, he stared ahead numbly, his body, mind, and will beyond the point of broken. 

The next time the demons came in and tortured him while laughing at his agony, he didn’t hold back the screams that were ripped from him. 

As Jungkook tried desperately to grasp any form of a thought in his mind, the demon general that just dealt out his torment leaned down and looked him in the eye. 

“So you’ve finally agreed to work for him, hm? This will stop then, after you answer one last question.”

Jungkook stared at him blankly, sweat and blood dripping down his face. 

“What is her name?”

The demon watched the broken young man blink a few times then look at him in exhausted confusion before whispering weakly due to the suffering endured. 

“Who?”

__________

As the ice cold cell once again surrounds you, a grief-stricken sob breaks from your lungs and you begin to weep loudly, the sound bouncing off the walls.

The excruciating pain in your body is no longer what hurts the most. Knowing everything that he went through for so long before breaking under the agony, is more painful than any physical torture they can bring upon you. 

You had asked for strength, and in seeing his torment, you got it. 

There was nothing that they could do to break you now, not if it meant you giving in would result in his eternal damnation and suffering. 

Your heart hurts so deeply you’re not sure it will ever be whole again. The only relief would be if it were to stop beating altogether.

- 

As tears of devastation drip down your sore cheeks, there’s suddenly a warmth that envelops you. 

Opening your eyes slowly, you realize you are no longer chained up, but lying on the hard floor of the cell. After a moment of staring at the cell door in confusion, you realize there’s something soft under your head. 

Turning ever so slowly, you blink up at the person sitting on the filthy ground of the dungeon whose lap you’re lying on, the entirety of them emits a warm glow. 

Your eyes are squinted from the harsh light as you back up a little and raise a hand to wipe at the tears on your face. 

When the light fades away, your gaze meets deep brown eyes flecked with gold and full of a love like no other. 

A small gasp escapes you and you instantly back away so you can bow low to the ground, forehead touching the frigid concrete.

A gentle touch on your shoulder encourages you to lift your head again. 

“I-” your voice cracks and you clear your throat before whispering again, eyes full of unshed tears, “I’m dreaming, aren’t I?”

A beautiful smile graces your visitor’s lips as He looks at you tenderly.

“No, child.”

The sound of His deep voice that resonates a soothing regalness fills your ears and the tears instantly creep over the edge and pour down your cheeks. 

You move to bow again, laying your head on the ground at His feet while you weep. 

“Come to me, ____.”

Not wasting a second, you lift your head and shuffle towards Him. There isn’t a single hesitation before you fall into His open arms, letting yourself be cradled closely. 

You bury your nose into the beige tunic He wears, breathing in the smell of wild flowers and crystal rain before another round of sobbing ensues. 

Strong hands caress the top of your head and shoulders. 

“Tell me everything,” He whispers gently, voice full of warmth and comfort. 

Even as you bawl messily, you let everything out. Everything that has happened since you crossed into Hell, every moment of fear for the one you came to save; fear that he would not choose to listen. How he left you alone after you tried to remind him of who he once was. You tell Him of all the horrible things the demons did to you and how wretched it was to see what your best friend had gone through. 

You are never interrupted, fully encouraged to say anything and everything that has weighed you down and how you feel as though all of this has been for nothing. 

When you have finally exhausted yourself and cried until no more tears will come, you feel something else. 

An agony so deep and so visceral that you feel what you have endured up till this pales in comparison. 

You lift your gaze to see tears pouring down His cheeks. 

In your mind you see all of the souls throughout Hell and on Earth that are yet to come to this vile place, the horrid grief that strikes your heart is unbearable.

You see Jungkook being beaten unforgivingly, then you see him prowling the Earth for souls to ruin, to share in his misery. The boy that was once full of so much life and kindness and love was gone, replaced with something so wicked and so full of hate that you barely recognize him. 

As you watch the souls choose to fall across the world, the sound of His ethereal voice breaks through the fog and heartbreak.

“No suffering united with Mine will ever be wasted.”

When your vision clears and you once again see the deep sadness in His eyes, you lurch forward and wrap your arms around Him; if only to try and ease the pain of loss He endures every moment. 

A gentle hand touches your torn wings and a comfort sweeps over you. No words are needed as you feel a new strength surge through you briefly before the exhaustion once again takes hold. 

You breathe shakily as you try to regain yourself, knowing that if you asked, you would be taken from here. But you will not give up.

Nagging little worries are still running through your mind though; What if JK refuses to listen and wants nothing to do with you anymore?

Despite how angry he was when he left you, there was a flicker of hope that remained deep inside, that he would come back. You’re ashamed to admit that now you’re afraid he’ll actually leave you here to rot and continue with his wretched duties.

“Do not be afraid.”

Nodding, you close your eyes and breathe in deeply. 

When you open them again, the room is empty, the sound of you blowing out your breath the only thing you hear. 

Your hands are once again chained above you, pulling your shoulders out of place slowly.

A loud clang rings out as the metal bars of the cell are flung open then the pitter pattering of bare feet is heard, nasty chuckles not far behind.  

Your limited vision is taken from you completely when slimy hands wrap a rough cloth around your eyes. 

Do not be afraid.

____________________________

JK gulps, his dry throat making it hard to swallow. 

He’s standing in the seventh circle and looking down the path he walked to get here; the path that leads back to you. 

The one that deceived him. 

You preached about being honest and yet you lied to him about the reality of who you are. Of what you are. 

Granted, if he knew at the beginning, he wouldn’t have given you so much as a second to talk before unleashing his pent up rage against your kind. 

And yet. 

Something is pulling at him, urging him to go back.

Maybe it’s the curiosity of wanting to know why you came here, why you did what you did.

Or maybe it’s something else. 

“Fuck.”

If he goes back…he will pay for it for the rest of eternity. 

…

JK closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. 

After a few moments, he opens them again and starts walking back down the path. 

_______

When he gets to the barren wasteland and sees the smaller mountain by itself in the middle of it, his stomach turns. 

It might not have been you. 

It could’ve been any sinner at the hands of his fellow demons. He’s heard many sounds of torment in his time. 

But never has one struck him as that one did. 

The demon shakes his head and starts walking again, eyes focused on the lone mountain in the distance. 

You probably won’t even be there, you must have gone to get the Flame yourself and just wanted to scare him off. That has to be it. You wanted him to leave, so that you could continue on your own and not have to live up to your end of the deal. 

The explanation makes perfect sense and he’s almost angry for a minute that he fell for it. But the pit in his stomach leads him to believe otherwise. 

-

As he walks up to the mountain, the snake vines becoming clearer with each step, something else makes him freeze. 

The echo of someone crying; horrible gut-wrenching anguish falling from their lips. 

His jaw clenches at the sound when it becomes obvious who it is.

It makes no sense to him why he’s suddenly filled with an uncontrollable rage at the thought of someone hurting you. 

JK grabs the snake wrapped around the handle of the back door you two went in and tears it off, tossing it to the ground and throwing the door open before stalking down the dark hall. 

He doesn’t stop until he gets to the Chamber of Souls, where he halts briefly when he sees the shattered glass on the floor, a stone lying haphazardly in the midst of it. The darkened souls where the glass used to be continue to float there, undisturbed. 

JK looks around but sees no one. The only other indication that something happened here is the ghostly feeling of past terror still clinging to the air. 

He turns his head and sees the alcove. Without hesitation, the demon walks over to it and yanks it open, proceeding to walk down the stairs and into the thick blackness. 

The high-pitched screams coming from each cell are enough to disorient anyone, but JK continues to walk down the hall, unfazed. 

He only stops when someone going the opposite direction runs into him and stumbles back in surprise. JK raises a brow, having not moved a centimeter at the collision. 

The short beady-eyed demon in front of him- whose name escaped JK for a moment but he quickly remembers it as Ekel- snarls to cover up his startlement, “Aren’t you meant to be getting punished for not meeting the quota?”

“Where is she?”

Ekel cackles, but it’s drowned out by the tortured howls around them. 

“Are you serious? You’re the one that sent her here and now you’re here to rescue her? I wonder what the punishment is for a demon letting an angel go,” he muses in wicked delight at the thought. 

The black-haired demon leans down to get level with him, snatching his wrist so fast Ekel doesn’t have a moment to think and squeezing it until there’s the sound of bones cracking and the miserable twerp is squealing. 

JK drags him closer, not letting up on the grip he has as he whispers in his ear, “I wonder what I’ll do to you when I catch you again with plenty of time on my hands. You do know the ranks here, don’t you?”

He gets no response but silence, so he keeps going. 

“I will wrench every single cry out of you that I can and I will not stop until you are unrecognizable to even yourself. Tell me where she is.”

Ekel gulps, then cries out again when JK pinches his wrist harder, “She’s at the end of the hall! But I- I didn’t do anything to her, it was Sav and Undidis, who don’t do well with their prizes being messed with. Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he spits.

JK narrows his eyes at the lower demon, “Spread this to anyone and I will rip you to shreds. Do you understand?”

Ekel nods, then growls in pain when his wrist is freed. 

Before he can move to get away, JK stops him with a warning grip on the arm, “And if you do happen to blab, be sure to tell Sav that if he ever shows up in front of me, he will wish he never came to exist.”

When he’s released, Ekel doesn’t hesitate to run away down the corridor, getting as far from his superior as he can.

JK straightens and stalks down to the end of the hall. 

To the left, the cell is empty. 

When he turns to the right, it feels like a rock is lodged into his throat at the sight that meets him. 

He brushes a hand over the giant padlock and it clatters to the ground in several pieces, then he pushes the barred door open, the loud squeak echoing off the walls. 

You don’t flinch at the sound. 

As he steps into the cell, the putrid smell of every second of torture dealt throughout time here hits his nose and he grimaces. The metallic scent of blood is thick in the air. 

The closer he gets to your form hanging in the middle of the cell, he realizes that you are not conscious. 

His eyes drag over you slowly, taking in the horror you’ve been put through since he left you. Since he delivered you right into their eager hands.

The simple white dress you wore when first coming here is in shreds; your body is practically naked and covered in deep gashes from all sorts of cruel instruments. There’s a ratty brown piece of cloth tied over your eyes as a makeshift blindfold to keep you from seeing what was coming next, to heighten the sense of pain when your vision was impaired. 

Your wrists are chained above you; keeping you high enough so that your feet touch the floor but are unable to hold any weight, especially since the untold violence wrought on you has left you incapable of doing anything but hanging in defeat as your shoulders are pulled out of place from the pressure. 

The dainty wings on your back that were once white are now covered in bright red blood and torn through in several places. The bottom half of your left wing is missing entirely.

JK reaches a hand out to carefully brush the hair from your dirty face. 

“Apple,” he whispers, unsure what else to call you. 

You don’t respond. 

The demon swallows thickly, then he moves a hand behind your head to untie the blindfold. It falls to the floor and he’s met with the bruises and cuts littered along your cheeks and dark circles coated in flakey blood under your eyes. He puts an arm around your waist, holding you against him, then reaches up to touch the rusted cuffs holding you captive. They turn to dust instantly, the weight of your limp body is immediately supported by his hold as you let out a quiet moan at the pain in your shoulders from changing positions. 

He lowers you to the ground slowly, lying you on your right side as gently as he can. 

The minute he has you safely on the floor, JK brings his hand down to your ankles and rids you of the shackles there before reaching behind you and doing the same to the iron binds around your mutilated wings. 

He grimaces at the sight of blood still oozing from the left wing that was cut in half. Then he forces himself not to linger on all the injuries across your once soft skin as he looks back at your face. 

You’ve made no indication that you know it’s him or that anyone is with you at all. 

JK leans over and moves the hair from your face, voice getting caught in his throat before he clears it and tries again. 

“Apple.”

Your face scrunches a little in pain, then you slowly blink your eyes open to see a blurry face in front of you. 

He hushes you quietly when you flinch and close your eyes, “It’s me. I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.”

You don’t open your eyes but he sees a small tear slide down your cheek.

“Demons don’t make promises,” the soft whisper of your voice breaks, “Only deals.”

His eyes drift over your bloody face, the silence following your words is deafening.

After a moment, he takes a shaky breath in and blows it out. 

“They won’t be gone long, I need to get you out of here.”

At your lack of response he gently touches your cheek, only to find that you’ve lost consciousness again. 

JK sighs softly, then he places a hand on each of your shoulders where the skin is discolored. At his touch, the distorted joints move back into place, but the bruising doesn’t go away. He leans back to pull the silk top shirt off of himself, leaving only the short sleeved one on. He ever so gently drapes the smooth black fabric over your front, protecting the sake of your modesty best as he can.

Then he puts his arms underneath you and stands, effortlessly picking you up and cradling you in his hold before turning and walking out of the prison cell. 

He walks all the way down the hall and up the stairs without stopping. 

Your wings hang loosely as he goes, still bleeding. They leave a trail of splattered scarlet drops behind the two of you. 

When he steps out of the mountain and into the red light, he sees your eyes scrunch unconsciously due to the lack of anything other than darkness for a while. You move your head to the side a little to hide in his chest and block the painful brightness.

He adjusts you in his arms before starting on the long trek ahead. 

___________________

You walked along the ancient stone pavement that curved around a particularly puffy cloud. When you rounded the cloud, you could see marble pavilions covered in green ivy and ivory flowers just ahead. 

“Well if it isn’t the newest treasure! Hi ____!”

“Oh, hello Leon!” You smiled and waved at the angel that flew up to you excitedly. You had met him shortly after arriving and he was as friendly as could be. 

“Where are you off to?” 

“Imelda has called me to speak with them.”

Leon smiled comfortingly, “This is about Jungkook, isn’t it?”

“I’m guessing so,” you whispered, a little on edge to find out what exactly happened after your death. It hadn’t even been a day since you arrived, which meant it had still only been three days after your death on Earth.

The angel patted your shoulder, changing the subject a bit to calm you. 

“You’d get there faster if you flew!”

You laughed nervously and glanced back at the slender wings resting behind you that matched his own apart from his being larger. 

As a child, you always dreamt of flying with the clouds and the birds. It suddenly seemed a bit daunting, especially seeing all the other angels flying to and fro with an elegance and grace unmatched. The one time you tried earlier you had crashed right into one of the honeysuckle bushes and had to get help from a passing angel to get out.

Thankfully they were the only one to see you. It also helped a bit that angels are not like people and have no reason to mock.

Leon could tell by the look on your face what you were thinking. 

“____.”

You looked back at him. 

“Imelda would not have asked you to make the choice if you were not meant to. You belong here, you know that right?”

A genuine smile broke out on your face and you nodded. 

As worried as you were about messing up, there was never a place you felt more at home. There was no doubt in your mind or heart that this place was where you would always belong. You couldn’t wait to share it with your best friend.

“Good!” The pretty angel giggled and patted you on the head sweetly, “I’ll see you around! You’ve got this.”

You waved as he flew away; looking completely natural among the clouds lined with a slight hint of silver and gold. 

Of course, Leon had been an angel since the beginning, he could never look out of place. 

-

You walked up the steps to the third pavilion to see your guardian angel Imelda, who had told you her name shortly after you came through the gates. She was speaking with Him. 

Imelda was sitting on one of the many pillows strewn across the shimmering floor, adorned in her usual delicately armored gown, the sword safe at her side. 

He sat on one of the rose gold benches lined with small white flowers, your guardian angel at His feet. Golden and purple robes flowed around Him, white hair and a white beard making His striking violet eyes flecked with silver stand out even more than usual.

Bringing yourself to a low genuflect, you bowed your head respectfully. 

When you straightened, you were met with smiling eyes that held an ancient wisdom and a wonderful warmth filled you to the brim. 

“____.”

You inclined your head again.

“We have much to discuss, I am afraid it is not positive in nature.” His voice was deep, the oceans couldn't even dream to compare.  

You nodded, already having assumed as much. 

He gestured a hand out for you to take a seat amongst the pillows so that you would be comfortable rather than standing for long. 

Quickly you moved to a plush pink pillow, a little too quickly you realized, when it slid a bit with you on it and a small yelp left your lips in surprise. 

Fond chuckles floated from the two you came to meet and you felt your cheeks burn. It was nice to make someone laugh when they were not harboring any malicious intent towards you.

The air turned serious soon after, the news that was to be shared hanging in the air. 

“It’s about Jungkook…?” You whispered. 

“Yes.”

You closed your eyes and gulped, “He’s taken my death even worse than I thought…hasn’t he?”

The silence that stretched on made a pit form in your stomach before you glanced up to look at them. Of course, you couldn’t be happier after death, you would never ever want to go back to that place, as beautiful as Earth was on its own, it couldn’t compare. You knew though, that poor Jungkook would not be feeling the same right then.

He was opening His mouth to speak when there was a horrible sound of sobbing that ripped through the air. 

A sound of such anguish was not normal here, it made the hairs stand up on your arms as you looked around to locate the source. 

It was coming from an angel, a guardian by the look of his baby blue wings and tunic. All of the guardians and the unborn children were a different color. The other angels, including you, were white; apart from a select few. 

But why was this guardian angel crying?

“Abba!”

The angel boy flew into the pavilion and landed with a harsh crash to the marble floor at His feet. 

“Nehemiah.”

You watched in confusion and a deep sadness as the angel who He called by name began to sob harder and clutch at His robes while sobbing into His knee. It looked like a child weeping on their parent’s lap after waking from a night terror. 

Nehemiah looked no older than fifteen; his chin-length wavy blonde hair contributing to making him look quite youthful despite all the ages of the universe he had witnessed thus far.

“Abba! I- I lost him!” Nehemiah choked on another sob, his pretty face covered in shiny tears and pale cheeks unnaturally blotchy as he hugged His knee. 

You looked at Imelda, who was holding back tears of her own as she watched Him comfort the weeping angel. 

“You did well, Nehemiah. You did well.”

You could hear His deep soothing voice through the fog of horror beginning to cloud your mind. 

When Imelda looked at you, you could see it in her eyes.

You stood, chest rising and falling in short panicky breaths. 

Nehemiah turned at the movement and saw you, a quick flash of recognition in his eyes, then he quickly broke down into more gut-wrenching sobs. You had never, never in all your life on Earth, heard the sound of such heartbreak. 

Your eyes drifted to Him and you saw a tear falling down His soft cheek. 

“No,” you mumbled, shaking your head slowly, “No.”

It was a desperate plea for them to tell you that it was not what you feared. 

You died. You were always meant to be the one that died too young. Jungkook was alive. He was down there and needed you to go soothe him, that’s all. That’s why they brought you here, to tell you he was in need of comfort and that you could give it to him.

But when you looked at the blue angel once again, you knew it wasn’t true. 

If everything was okay, he would not be here without him…

You walked over and fell to your knees, wrapping your arms around Jungkook’s guardian angel and holding him tight. He was shaking like a leaf as he hugged you back just as tight, “I’m so sorry,” he sobbed mournfully. 

You stroked his hair softly with shaking hands, silent tears falling down your face. 

-

“What do you mean, he made a deal?” 

Your voice was quiet, eyes red and tender from crying. 

Imelda was the only one still with you in the pavilion.

“In exchange for your health, Jungkook summoned a demon…he was visited by Lucifer himself.”

You knew of who she spoke. 

After coming here, everything became clear. The history of the angels and demons, of the universe itself; it all became known to you. 

“When?” Your voice broke in disbelief. You knew nothing of this summoning or this deal making that he had done. 

Then it suddenly hit you. 

“The Flame of Immortality…he wanted it,” you whispered in horror, “When he left after we were married. That’s where he went, isn’t it?”

Imelda nodded solemnly, “That is what he left for, it is not what he got.”

“But- but how? Why was it allowed to happen, why-”

“Nehemiah did the best he could,” Imelda’s voice was thick with grief, “His first choice was to love Jungkook, as mine was to love you. He spent Jungkook’s entire existence protecting him and comforting him, even during the deal. He urged Jungkook not to do it, but he was not heeded. There was only so much he could do when Jungkook had a choice.”

Tears fell down your cheeks. 

“Why didn’t he come to me?” You choked on your next breath, a hand moving to your chest in an effort to keep the air going in and out, “Why didn’t he come to me and tell me everything?”

“If he had…there was certainly something we would’ve been able to do. If he wanted help, we would have freely given even more of it than we already were. Jungkook was too far into despair and wanted what seemed to be the easy answer, he didn’t want to listen to Nehemiah’s warnings. He gave his life for you, but not in the way it should’ve ever been. Nehemiah stood by him, though, even in his last moments.” 

“Where is he?” Your voice shook.

“Jungkook died three days after you. He has been taken to Hell to uphold his end of the bargain.”

You closed your eyes slowly, hands trembling. 

“How do we get him back?” You choked out.

When she said nothing, you looked at her.

“Imelda, please. I know nothing is impossible for Him. Tell me how we can save Jungkook.”

“We can do nothing right now-”

“But-”

“Jungkook made a choice, he made a deal. But he was tricked into it without much knowledge and in the desire to do good for someone he loved. Lucifer cannot win when love and self-sacrifice is involved. He wants nothing to do with it.”

Your guardian angel took your hands and pulled you up from the pillow you were still sitting on. 

“For that reason alone, the deal can be revoked. But it comes at the highest price and only at a certain time.”

“When? When can I save him? I will go now,” you began to cry harder, “I will go and I will take him from there, please tell me how Imelda.”

Her green eyes glistened with tears. 

“The deal can only be broken for a condemned soul every five hundred years.”

You felt your heart stop in your chest and you choked back a sob.

“He made a deal with the Devil, ____. A deal that would have sealed his eternal damnation had it been for his own selfishness. We are lucky he made it out of unconditional love for you, we are lucky that we can save him.”

You nodded, wiping at your eyes frantically to clear them of the never-ending deluge. 

“Then when the time comes, I will go to Hell and I will save him,” your voice shook, “What is the price? Whatever it is, I will pay it. I’m not afraid.”

A single tear fell from Imelda’s eye as she looked down at you, a hidden pain in her gaze. 

“The same price that Jungkook paid,” she whispered, “A life for a life.”

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[ay0nha]

PLEASE hear me out sanji x witch!reader like sort of the doctor on board with salves and potions to help everyone but she's on the run from those who tried to kill her (sorry lol it's giving salem witch trials...but maybe...hint hint...that's the vibe)

it doesn't need to be fluff maybe reader is super tight with her life before and maybe only fluffy knows it because he's the one who saved her but sanji is determined to have reader open up????

lemme know your thoughts plzzz

PAIRING: OPLA!Sanji x f!reader (doctor on board of sorts)

WORD COUNT: ~500

WARNINGS: canon-typical things, smoking, drinking, attitude lol, Sanji being whipped already, slow burn, reader in her feels, etc.

A/N: These are THE vibes especially in time for SpoOky month?!! I loved the originality of this request!! I have SO many ideas in which ways I can go with this. Who would be interested in this being a series?? Would you read it?? Lemme know!! Comments are ALWAYS encouraged!!! Enjoy.

 

You were found running.

There was no weight in your rhythmic steps as your belongings had been set ablaze with your home, but your muscles burned with ache and detachment. Sudden lightness filled your chest, just shy of euphoria. Yet, the feeling was dissipated into pained anxiety as you collided with someone.

That night Luffy became your advocate, no questions asked. He offered you promises without false bottoms and gave you a place in a world you once refused to enter. This was different, he was different.

No matter the time you spent with him or the others, you struggled to find footing. And yet Sanji thought you fit in so absolutely. 

The rim of your glass was still lined with enough sugar to enjoy dwindling sips. Sanji knew it was gin. Your lipstick left a mark on everything you kissed, the pattern was found on your glass, and the cigarette holder balanced between your fingers. You made everything look so serene. 

Simple.

Your confidence was always envious. It worked silently, exuding from your presence alone. Your magnetism couldn’t be credited to magic but to how you evolved, becoming pointed and moving without fault. Even as you read from a torn book, you were enchanting. 

“A refill, perhaps?” Sanji interrupted you purposefully, a habit quickly morphing into a vice.

“Hmmm?” Lost in your own world, you barely registered you were being spoken to.With pointed eyes, you took his presence in. Even late into the night, he was always so poised.“Oh, Sanji…” 

“I couldn’t help myself…” Sanji exchanged your attention for confidence to step closer. “Gin, right?” He oozed charm, proud of the idea to supply you with something so sweet. “...I took some liberties, but—uh, hopefully it’s up to your standards.” 

The glass before you was chilled and the ice sturdy, swimming in the middle of a delicious concoction. With just a glance you knew it was far better made than what you’d sloppily put together. 

“Didn’t realize your duties extended to nightcaps.” You sucked in a crackling breath, confused by the sudden attention. You offered neither acceptance nor gratitude. 

Sanji prepared for your reluctance, knowing you almost always preferred your own company. However, it never discouraged him from pushing past the facade. “Always.” 

You hummed indifferently, using a free hand for your beginning sips, but you felt. You felt so very much by the action. Loneliness touched with hints of regret, or hope colored by impatience. It was never just one pure emotion. It was always one thing plus another. It was always simpler to conceal than to be perceived.

However, Sanji held a practiced eye. It took patience to not wait for your praise as you returned, entirely engrossed in your book. He took pride in being able to notice you—a flagrant attempt to understand you. It neither felt time-consuming nor inconvenient; it felt natural and worth every quiet moment shared.

#q #sanji x reader #sanji #sanji one piece #sanji angst #opla!sanji x f!reader #opla!sanji x reader #sanji x you #sanji fanfic #one piece sanji #op sanji #black leg sanji #sanji fluff #one piece live action

[trulyumai]

Kisses and Ceramics

Synopsis: You decided to go to an Arts and Wines studio with Nanami, who looks displeased with his end result. Luckily, his adoring (future), wife, is there to comfort him.

Pairing: Nanami x Reader

Warnings: None (Just a Fluff Overload)

Authors Note: I thought of this cute little blurb while studying for my exam and I just had to write it before I forgot! That and to procrastinate my studying, but shhh!

Enjoy this fluffy piece!

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Nanami wondered if it was a mistake coming here. 

Sitting across from him was you; with your tongue peeking out as you lightly pressed a brush against a bowl you had displayed so proudly. Swiftly and slowly making pink flower designs on the white ceramic, you didn’t notice the man's sour mood just yet.  

His cup sat pathetically, it was uneven and bumpy. he didn’t dare put more effort into it,afraid he would somehow make it worse

It looked like a child scribbled lines on it, sneezing as they traced upon the cup making the blue vertical stripes come out uneven; sloppy. 

Wincing he grabbed the wine glass just beside him, sipping it down in one go before staring back at his disaster in front of him. 

Noticing the blonde haired man hesitancy, you swallowed. 

“Everything okay, Kento?” Slightly smiling, you put on a worried face. 

Maybe asking him to go was a bad idea, he wasn’t much into arts and crafts and you should have taken the hint when you first brought it up to him 

He didn’t exactly seem… ecstatic… to go. 

Recalling back you remembered when it came to fruition 

 The day had just ended, you both were lying comfortably on the plush couch adorning the middle of your living room.

His arm was around your shoulders, while your head was leaning comfortably on his chest. 

It came to you in the spur of the moment, jumping up and startling him you blurted it right out. 

“Kento! We should dine and paint this weekend! Satoru- he went with his date last week and he said it was really fun!”

Squinting at the name of the white haired man, he had to resist letting out a sigh. 

He couldn’t remember the last time he made anything. Painting? It really wasn’t his forte, but you sat there staring at him 

Looking at him with those glossy orbs of yours and who was he to say no to such a face? 

Putting on the best expression he could muster, he stroked your cheek, placing his hand on your chin tilting it upwards.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” leaning in he placed a chaste kiss to your lips, savoring the sweet and minty taste before pulling back, glancing once more at the television. 

The sound of laughter brought you back, the couples around you giggled as they compared crafts, hugging and kissing each other often. 

“Kento,” you giggled, pointing at his cup with a dainty finger. 

“Let me see, it can’t be as bad as you’re making it-” 

“Absolutely not.” With a firm hand he pushed your finger back to its space. 

“Please? I swear I won’t make fun!” Bottom lip protruding you talked once more.

“Pleaaaaaase, Ken?” 

That was all it took. With a sigh, he squinted his eyes, grabbing the poor excuse of a mug and handed it over.

“Thank youuu!” You sang, taking it and going over each divet and bump with care. 

“It’s great! It has more personality than any of theres I bet,” she eyed the other couple by them, who he noticed had painted the cups a solid yellow. 

“Satoru doesn’t have anything on th-

“Don’t say it,” he mumbled, bringing his fingers to the bridge of his nose. 

He remembered Gojos cups, as they were shoved in his face the night prior.

It was frustratingly perfect, glazed with a sheen and a light blue color adorning its circumference. 

“See if you can do better!” The white haired man had laughed, loud and arrogant as usual and his urge to punch him was strong. 

“Satoru,” he heard you behind him, and relaxed his shoulders.

“No showing off! but how did you get it so shiny?!” 

Staring at you now his eyes softened. 

You held it with such care, turning it slowly to admire each and every groove. 

“Don’t forget to put your name on the bottom, honey,” 

Looking up you met his gaze, it was sweet to see him already staring, with loving eyes and a light smile instead of a frown.

He hummed in agreement, taking back the cup delicately, no longer hating how rough it felt.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad, placing his finished project next to yours he leaned forward, leaving  a kiss on your forehead. 

“I’ll send a picture to Gojo, he’ll wanna see em!” 

He sighed once more 

He was never going to live this down. 

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#JJK #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk fanfic #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami kento x reader #Gojo #fluff #anime #i should go back to studying now

[negandarylsatisfaction]

[SUMMARY: Serena helps Negan shave and stays the night…]

Smut

“Did I ever tell you how gorgeous you look when you concentrate?” He squinted his eyes with a slight smirk as you shook off the blade in the water.

It was late in the evening as you approached Negans bedroom with supplies for him. Opening the door you found him shirtless facing a mirror on the wall, his eyes instantly finding your reflection.

“Hello, beautiful” he winked at you as you noticed he was in the middle of shaving.

“Come on in” he tilted his head to carefully shave his jaw line. You walked up behind him and watched how he slowly worked with his rough hands. The sight of him shirtless in his black pants was one you didn’t see often but you very much liked. He noticed the way you were staring at him and turned to face you, silently stretching his arm out towards you handing out the blade. You raised a brow suspiciously.

“Do you mind, doll?”

“Putting your life in my hands now?”

He grinned as you slowly took the blade from him and followed him to a chair.

Negan sat down before you comfortably as you unexpectedly got onto your knees between his legs.

“Well, well, well..” he raised his brows as you sat the bowl of water beside you. Coming face to face with him you smiled-

“Don’t move now” slowly you began to glide the blade against his skin. Focusing on what you were doing you didn’t notice how focused he was on you. His eyes glimmered tracing your every feature.

“Did I ever tell you how gorgeous you look when you concentrate?” He squinted his eyes with a slight smirk as you shook off the blade in the water.

“Actually, no” you responded playfully as you continued.

“Well you do” you leaned closer towards him tilting his head back as you carefully shaved under his chin.

“Mmm” he moaned as you finished up that section and felt his hands slowly grab onto your waist.

“Negan” you raised a brow wiping his neck with the towel.

“Serena” his tone was seductive as he gave you a slight squeeze.

“Let me finish, will you?”

“Go ahead, baby” he winked as you sighed with a smile.

“What’s the matter? Afraid I’ll distract you?”

“Not at all” He grinned as you proceeded, he liked how you played hard to get at times. Your tongue sliding over your top lip as you focused on the angle of his jaw.

“Now how do you expect me to stay quiet while you’re doing that?”

“Doing what?” You finished the last of it, drying him off completely with a towel as you stood up.

“Here let me help you, give me this” he took the bowl of water from your hand placing it back on the floor, tossing the blade and towel aside before pulling you onto his lap.

“Come here” you couldn’t help but smile.

“I should go now-“

“Go where? I want you here.”

“Oh do you?”

“Oh abso-fucking-lutely” he placed his hand on the back of your neck pulling you towards him and kissed you passionately. Your hands brushing through his hair, he moaned deeply as he kissed you. Slowly he slid his hand under your shirt cupping your breast before he began teasing your nipple inbetween his fingers. You moaned throwing your head back as he looked up at you biting his bottom lip. He knew how much you loved when he teased your breasts. Lifting up your shirt you soon felt his lips closing around your nipple and pulled him closer. His tongue swirling sending goosebumps through your body, you didn’t want him to stop. He began unbuttoning your pants and you quickly stood up helping undress yourself as his lips found its way up the side of your neck back to your lips. He pushed you slowly making you walk backwards as you stumbled.

“Don’t let me fall” you laughed against his lips as a deep chuckle escaped him just as he suddenly picked you up and threw you onto the bed. He laughed at your reaction as you squirmed watching him unbuckle his pants.

“Come on” you whispered excitedly.

“Are you rushing me?” He raised a brow with a smirk.

“Maybe” you brushed your foot up his crotch area with a devilish look.

“Serena Serena…” he looked down at your foot as you continued. Slowly you pulled your foot back and spread your legs for him, teasing him as you began to play with yourself. You could tell he fell in love with the view you gave him. Eagerly he pushed his pants down grabbing your ankles pulling you against him. His body falling against yours he kissed you and as he did you felt him slide in you. Moaning simultaneously you dug your fingers into his hair, brushing his lips across your face he hid his face in the crook of your neck. Each stroke filling you with exstacy, he took your hands and intertwined his fingers with yours holding them down.

“Is this what you wanted, baby?” He whispered against your ear as you whimpered a soft ‘yes’.

“I’m sorry, what was that, sweetheart? I couldn’t hear you” his seductive voice teased as he began to move faster.

“Yes..”

“Louder” he demanded as the headboard slammed against the wall with each thrust.

“Yes, just like that!” You finally screamed making him smirk. He lifted himself up to get a look at you beneath him, your face was flushed and you were out of breath, he knew what that meant. He slowed down his thrusts reaching between you both and began playing with your clit. Penetration and stimulation at once your body could feel an orgasm coming much faster than you expected...much stronger..

“Oh fuck” you gasped as your body shook beneath him in a way you could not control. He felt you pulsating around him rapidly as you cried out almost pushing him away.

“Take it, fucking take it” he watched as you threw your head back, your eyes shut tightly as you cried out once more. Just watching you cum made him quickly have to pull out and release himself on your lower stomach. He threw himself on his back beside you as you body lay there unable to move, still feeling like you were floating on a cloud. Without saying a word he reached over and took hold of your hand, giving it a squeeze as you both lay side by side..

#jeffrey dean morgan #negan #negan x of #negan x ofc #negan x oc #negan fan fic #negan fan fiction #negan smut #twd fan fiction

[xdaddysprincessxx]

The Cabin in the Woods

Dave York x f!reader

Dark fic/dead dove, kidnapping, Dave is mean, dub/noncon, piv (wrap your Willy kids!) light dick sucking, dick biting, no description of reader other than having a vagina and grabbable hair, cream pie, scary dark basements, uhh probs some other things I’m forgetting but bottom line: this is dark. Dave is not a nice guy. Enjoy!

Summary: it’s been a few days since your world was turned upside down. Running on pure adrenaline, you plan on getting loose and running as far away as you can but can you outrun your kidnapper? Do you even want too?

A/n : yeaaa this is my first fic(?) idk I wrote this on my phone, purely horny brain rot for my suburban murder daddy. Not edited or beta’d. The more I look at this the more I hate it and feel like it doesn’t read well but in the words of the loml @toxicanonymity fuck it we ball

Your daily life has always been mundane. Predictable. Comfortable. You work, go home to a studio apartment just a few blocks from your office, every other day you order takeout, you try to workout and go out on the weekend but your couch and netflix stay calling your name. It’s the middle of September where it’s chilly in the morning but by the afternoon your sweating bullets so you decided to try and look cute by wearing your favorite black tshirt dress. Work is the same as always except you’ve recently been working on a new case, a murder/suicide. There’s something weird about this case though. A husband shoots his wife at the kitchen table before turning the gun on himself. No apparent marital problems beforehand, no affairs, no real motive behind why he would do it. And then there’s the blood splatter. It just doesn’t add up. There’s something strange about this case you just can’t place your finger on it.

It’s already half past 7 at night, you got lost in your work yet again and lost track of time. The office is empty and mostly dark. You can’t help but get the creeps as you leave your office and start walking towards the elevator. Not even half way down the hallway when you swear you hear a loud thud making you jump out of your skin as you turn around trying to figure out where the noise came from. With your heart in your throat, you pick up speed, walking towards the elevator. Just as your rounding the corner you run straight into a solid chest belonging to a very handsome man you’ve never seen before.

“Oh I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there.” You stammer out as the handsome man just chuckles

“You outta be more careful sweetheart. Not good for your health to run into bad men.” the man said with a smirk

That’s a weird statement. Not good for my health? Bad men?? Your mind starts running wild as the handsome man snakes his arm around your back and before you can even react his other hand is coming up to your face, pressing a soaked cloth to your nose and mouth

“ Sorry sweetheart, it’s nothing personal.” is the last thing you hear before everything goes black.

You’ve always had weird dreams all your life. Even had some dreams that later came to fruition in real life. But this has to be the weirdest dream you’ve ever had. You dream of these beautiful brown eyes. Of a rough, deep voice. You can feel his hot breath on your neck while he whispers in your ear.

“ I need you to be a good girl for me sweetheart. This is for your own good.” As much as his voice alone has you turned on, you can’t help but have this nagging gut feeling that something is deeply wrong. You’re scared but can’t remember why. Suddenly everything around you melts away and your in a room you’ve never seen before. Blood red walls, a beautiful matte black four poster bed in the middle of the room. However you notice there’s no windows. That’s when you feel a hand on the back of your neck, guiding you towards the bed.

“Now I need you to do what I say sweetheart. It’s for your own good. Don’t fight me or try to run or else you won’t like the consequences.” the brown eyed man said in a low, rough voice. As soon as he said that, you suddenly find yourself at the bed. With his hand still on the back of your neck, guiding you, you climb up on the bed on all fours when he removes his hand. You don’t know why you feel the need to lay on your back with your hands above your head but that’s exactly what you do. That’s when you finally see the man standing above you as he tied your wrists together to the bed post. Just as he finishes tying you up, everything starts melting away into pitch black darkness.

The first thing you notice when you wake up is the light. It’s not super bright but bright enough when it feels like you’ve been stuck in a coma for a month. Your definitely in a bedroom, very simple. Just a regular full sized bed in the middle of the room. A small dresser to the right of it and a chair in the far right corner facing the bed and a man sitting in it. That’s when you realize your laying on your back with your hands above your head and that your wrists are tied together to a bed post above your head. Holy fuck do your shoulders hurt.

“Well good morning sleeping beauty. Or I guess good evening.” Dave says as he chuckles at his little joke.

The man! The mystery man you ran into before falling into this deep sleep. Wait no it wasn’t sleep. It’s all coming back to you now. He put a wet cloth over your nose and mouth. He used chloroform on you!

“Now that your awake, I’m going to need you to cooperate. This is for your own good sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you but you are playing a very dangerous game.”

“What? I don’t know what your talking about. I’m not playing anything! I swear! You must have me mistaken for someone else! Please! Let me go, I swear I won’t tell anyone about this just let me live please!” You try to beg as you find your voice again after being asleep for god knows how long.

“Aht see that’s where your wrong. You were working on the Bernstein case correct?”

Confused, you nod your head as best you can. What does work have to do with this?

“See here’s the thing sweetheart, my team and I, we’re bad men. We do bad things for money. And you, princess, were dangerously close to solving the mystery which would be very bad for my men and I.”

You lay there with a confused look on your face as the puzzle pieces begin to fit in your brain and suddenly you’re able to put 2 and 2 together. You knew there was something off about the case but you had no idea he had any involvement or who he even was.

“ I - I’ll stop working on the case! I’ll tamper with the evidence, throw them off your track! Please! I’m sorry! I won’t tell! I’ll do whatever you want!”

“I really do enjoy hearing you beg sweetheart.” Dave shakes his head and chuckles darkly. “But begging isn’t good enough. Not when it comes to this.”

As your mind starts racing a mile a minute, you subconsciously start to press your thighs together for a little crumb of friction. The dream you had about this mystery man had you turned on and now that your awake, seeing his face and hearing his voice more isn’t helping your little predicament. While your lost in your head you don’t realize he’s been watching you like a hawk and has noticed every little movement you’ve made.

The man moves closer to the bed your on when you snap out of your thoughts. “What are you thinking about pretty girl?” he asked as he sits down next to your body. You look up at him with wide eyes

“ I - uh nothing.” You manage to stammer out, knowing damn well he can see right through you. “ uh huh. Is that right? So you rubbing your thighs, squirming like that, that’s nothing?”

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. It’s like he can read your mind! You’ve literally been kidnapped and tied up but yet instead of trying to get out your brain is stuck on dick. Your own pussy has betrayed you! You can’t help but notice this dark look come over his face. A hungry look in his eyes. And you can’t help but press your thighs together even more, causing your squirming to increase.

The mystery man lays a massive hand on top of your thigh making you hyper aware of the fact your in a dress. He starts rubbing his hand up and down your thigh, sending chills down your spine. It’s been god knows how long since you’ve last been laid. And the first man to touch you in so long just happens to be your kidnapper?? The universe is playing a cruel joke on you.

Your breath hitches as his hand makes it’s way up your thigh. You can’t help but notice how large and veiny his hand is. How warm . .

He breathlessly says your name. “Look at you. You’re a filthy little thing. I’m a bad, bad man who could do anything he wants while your completely helpless. And all you can think about is how bad you want me right here.” The mystery man says right as his hand stops at the apex between your thighs.

Dave tsks, “Now what am I going to find when I lift this pretty little dress up? Huh? Soaked panties? A wet little cunt who wants to be used?” He says in the most condescending voice as he slowly lifts your dress up.

Embarrassed at the fact that he’s right. Your panties are soaked. You can clearly see the wet spot on your white cotton panties you had on. “ I- I uh I don’t d-don’t k-know-ow” you barely even stammer out, words completely lost to you.

“You y-you d-don’t know-ow?” He mimics your stuttering words, “oh princess I think you do know. I think you know just how bad you want me to touch you right now. How bad you want me to use my fingers, my cock to make this wet little cunt feel good. I thought you were gonna be my good girl? Good girls are honest and beg the bad men to fuck their cunts.”

You swear you damn near cum just from his words alone. “ I- I uh I . . “ you still can’t even get words out. As you try your hardest to find words, the mystery man oh so slowly takes his forefinger and runs it up and down your clothed pussy. Making you throb even more just from the light touch.

“ I- I want you to fuck me. Please.” You say as you look down, unable to look this man in the eye. You can’t believe you even said that. You don’t know who this man is, don’t know his name, you’re still tied up to a bed somewhere you don’t even know. What is wrong with you?

“There’s my good girl.” He practically croons as he starts to slowly pull your panties down.

He grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him, “Now listen to me and listen carefully. The better you are for me and do what I say, the better all of this is going to be for you.”

“ Yes sir.” You said. On the inside, however, you’re speechless. What is even happening right now? Who gets off on being kidnapped and wants to fuck their captor?? Nothing in life has ever prepared you for this or even made you think a situation like this would ever even occur.

The mystery man’s hand leaves your face and goes to his belt and begins unbuckling his pants. All you can do is sit there, arms above your head, neck at a weird half up position and stare as he pulls his thick cock out. Your eyes widen as you see what exactly he had hidden in his pants. That is easily the biggest dick you’ve ever seen. It’s a good 7 inches if not more. Girthy as hell, a huge prominent vein. The head is a tanned pink and slows changes to a darker tan shade down the shaft. You can barely make out dark curls around the base but for the most part you can tell this man keeps it nice and trimmed down there. You had no idea he was gonna pull out a damn horse cock. And why is it making your mouth water?

The mystery man spits in his hand as he goes to stroke himself while his other hand goes back up to your pussy and slowly starts to circle your clit. Everything about this is so wrong but he feels so good.

Unable to stop yourself, you moan out loud, “Please” you croak out. Not sure what your asking for, just knowing you want more.

All he does is chuckle at your request. But nonetheless his forefinger makes it way down to your opening and dips inside. Just barely entering your wet heat and it has you on the verge of tears. After a couple of teases, Dave inserts his middle and ring finger into your pussy.

Oh the relief! Your whole body heats up from how good his fingers feel moving in and out of you. Maybe there is a god. Maybe this big, bad man is merciful.

After thrusting his fingers inside your sweet little heaven, Dave moves his hand away from your pussy and goes to stand up next to the bed, causing his dick to be right in your face.

“ You want a taste pretty girl? Go ahead stick your tongue out baby”

You do what he says quickly. It’s almost comical how fast you stuck your tongue and boy did he notice. Your starting to believe nothing gets by him. Except one thing. Your restraints. They’re tight but not tight enough. All you had to do was wiggle them just so and you’ve managed to loosen them up even more.

Dave takes his cock in hand and sits the head on your tongue. He gives it a little thrust while you do your best to swirl your tongue around the tip. Dropping your jaw wide open, he takes that as you want more and thrusts his cock half way in. The sudden intrusion caused you to gag around his cock, sending spit and drool down your chin.

He keeps thrusting into your mouth despite your gagging. It seems to only be turning him on even more seeing your teary eyes look up at him.

“Fuck princess. Your sweet little mouth feels like heaven.” Dave moans out as his eyes roll back.

That’s when you decide to take control of the situation. With your hands loose, you yank down, freeing yourself and bite down hard. A metallic taste floods into your mouth and you know you’ve drawn blood.

Dave’s enjoyment is cut abruptly when you bite his dick. He falls backward trying to get his dick out of your mouth and slips on his pants. You jump up off the bed and manage to get past him while he’s on the floor cussing, trying to nurse his injured cock.

You bolt out the bedroom door to reveal an open floor space. You quickly realize your now in the living room and make a dash towards what you think is the front door. After a few seconds of desperately trying to unlock it, you finally get it and bust out the front door onto the porch and down the stairs. From the looks of it, you’d say it’s probably about 6 or 7 o’clock in the evening. The suns going down, you might have another hour of light left. But you don’t care. You run full speed into the woods in front of you. All you know is the mystery man took you, brought you to a cabin in the middle of the woods, night is approaching and you’ve just escaped his clutches.

After running what felt like hours in no particular direction, you start to feel yourself tripping over sticks and leaves. You immediately start to fall to the side when you crash into a tree shoulder first. As you steady yourself and try your best to take deep breaths while also catching your breath is when you hear him.

“Sweetheart come on out. You and I both know you don’t know where you are but I do. I know these woods like the back of my hand.” he shouted out. The mystery man sounds close. You start to move as fast as you can without making a sound, practically holding your breath so you don’t get caught. You’ve managed a fast half walk half run from tree to tree, frantically moving your head all around to make sure you don’t see him coming towards you. As your hiding behind a rather large tree you decide to take a quick second and look from behind it to see if you can see him or not. When suddenly you hear a twig snap right behind you and that’s when you feel a large hand yank you by your hair, pulling you backwards into the mystery man himself.

Wrapping his other arm around you tight, with a death grip on your hair, he leans down by your ear and whispers “Gotcha.”

“You little fucking bitch. You bit my dick. I was being nice and showing you some mercy because you were being such a little slut and you bit. My. Dick. Now your gonna see the monster that I really am.” Dave growled in your ear.

With that he keeps a tight hold you as he shoves you down on the ground, belly first. His body following yours, Dave puts his full weight on top of you. With his hand still grabbing your hair, he pushes your face into the dirt and manages to lift your dress with his other hand.

“If you try anything else I swear to god I’ll make this even worse for you.” He spat on the side of your face as he pulls himself out of his pants. He quickly spits into his hand, lubing his cock up and thrusts into your still wet pussy. Fucking hell his cock splits you open. You have no time to get used to his cock inside of you before he’s thrusting like a mad man. You swear you can feel him in your stomach. Thank god for his ministrations from earlier because there is no way in hell you could’ve taken all of him without it.

“Such a fucking dirty little slut. I can feel this cunt squeeze my cock sweetheart. Don’t try and lie to me. You fucking love this.” Dave growls at you while his massive cock pounds your poor pussy. And he’s right. You do love this. The way his cock is splitting you open. The delicious way he’s forcing your pussy to take every inch. Even his body weight on top of you is making you gush around him. Both of you grunting, you from trying to get away and him from pounding the life out of your pussy.

“Ngh that’s right take this fucking cock slut. Take every fucking inch. Hnnn fuck yes. Fuck. Look at you, already cockdumb. Can’t fucking say a word, just taking it like the filthy little whore you are.” Dave grunts out as he continues to mercilessly fuck your pussy.

His words alone have you creaming. You can’t help but moan. No point in trying to hide it. You know he can feel it. You’re so wet and creamy now from his unrelenting cock. You’re so close, if only he would just touch your clit or you could move your leg just right and get a little friction where you desperately need it. You swear you feel him speed up and after a few more thrusts, you feel him pulse deep inside you.

“Fuck sweetheart. That’s it. Take my fucking load deep in that sweet pussy.” he says panting in your ear. After a few more seconds of him panting in your face, he sits up on his knees, still pinning you to the ground. He puts himself up, stands and yanks you by your hair once again to make you get up.

As he turns you to face him, you realize what a mess he made of you. Tear streaked face, dirt and leaves stuck all over your body and in your hair. Cum trickling down your thighs. The bastard looks you up and down and just smirks.

The walk back to the cabin was quiet. You knew you were fucked. Literally. As soon as the two of you re entered the cabin, he took a left turn instead of going towards the back where the bedroom was. Soon you approached a door with a chain lock. You knew deep in your soul you weren’t making it out of here alive. After unlocking the door, he opened it to reveal a set of stairs going down to what you assumed must be the basement.

Dave tightens his grip on your hair as he guides you down the stairs in front of him. Once you both reach the bottom, he turns you to the right and all you can see is a damp, dark basement. Two little basement windows are the only light source to help you see where you are. Cement walls, some boxes stacked on the far right wall, what looks to be a washer and dryer just a few steps in front of you. He flicks a light switch on, flooding the room with light, causing you to blink real hard because of the sudden harsh light blinding you. Dave continues to be silent as he walks you over to the other side of the boxes to reveal a set of cuffs attached to chains stuck in the cement wall. He lets go of your hair only to shove you down on the ground and put a cuff on each ankle. Wordlessly he chains you up and turns back around to go back upstairs.

“Wait!! Wait! Please don’t leave me down here! I’ll be good I promise!! I’m sorry for earlier! I won’t do it again! Please!!” You begged. You pleaded to him to not leave you only for him to stop and turn to look at you

“It’s too late for that sweetheart. Begging will get you nothing. Your lucky I’m putting you down here when I should take you out back and put a bullet between your pretty eyes.” And with that he turns the light back off and stomps up the stairs, leaving you all the alone.

- I hope y’all enjoy this! My first fic ever! So I’m super nervous lol I do hope it’s good and reads well, the perfectionist in me is saying it’s horrible and delete, delete, delete but I’m not. Im posting it lol but yea if y’all like it I could definitely do a part 2(:

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