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lymtw · 2 months

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Gojo x f!reader

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You're the prettiest thing to ever grace this man's eyes, is it so bad that he wants to show you how hot you get him?

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Satoru takes advantage of how easy it is to fluster you. You turn bright red when he even looks at you for too long, how the hell does he think you can handle him touching himself right in front of you. It takes a lot for him to have your full attention when you're on the brink of passing out from how fast your heart is beating.

"Hey, hey," he waves in front of you when you avert your gaze to the wall. It shouldn't be as interesting as the show in front of you, given that it's a blank wall, but it's just so hard to focus when all you can do is watch. He specifically said, 'You can't touch until I say so, 'kay?' before he started.

"Princess, I need those eyes on me." He smiles, kindly. You turn your head to face him for a second, then look down, away from his intense gaze. "Up," he says, tilting your chin up with his index finger. He was able to feel the warmth that colored your face when he touched your chin. "Just want to show you how pretty you are, mama, that's all."

This lured your attention for a bit. He's showing you how much he loves you, is what you tell yourself. How could you turn away from him? You switched from sitting on the floor to sitting on your knees. In a way, it looked like you were worshipping the man sitting in front of you. You blink, nodding for him to continue.

"You know I think about you all the time, right?" His voice drops a little as he slowly starts moving his hand up and down his shaft. "God forbid you leave my mind for a second." He hisses, collecting the precum that spills from his tip and uses it to slicken his hand. "I can't let that happen, you know? It's not in my plans."

You fidget with your hands, the feeling between your thighs becoming more and more prominent as you focused on Satoru's voice and what he was doing.

"There's a constant image of you in my head. You're happy in that image, and it stays in here," he taps the side of his head with his free hand, "all day."

You smile a little. The information allows your heart to take a five second break. Not long enough because the next part managed to shake you up again.

"That image changes when you're not here, baby." He lets out a little sigh, his eyes shutting for a second. He opens them, and you get instant chills down your body when his hauntingly beautiful eyes stare straight into your eyes. "You go anywhere without me for longer than a couple hours and that image I told you about before... Poof." His hand mimics the act of vanishing. "Instantly replaced by the image of you being devoured by me. On your back, tits out, and the sound of my name repeated in that voice." His hand slows down a little. Just the mere mention is enough to challenge his composition.

"God..." his breath is shaky as he tries to keep going. He can't deny that your attention really enhances the lust coursing through him. "You're so fuckin' pretty." His abs quiver when he runs his thumb over the tip of his cock. "You've got the prettiest voice, prettiest moans—fuck... the prettiest lips." He lays his head back on the couch, fully unaware of the nail indents on the palms of your hands from trying not to touch him. His gaze returns to you, now lidded as his mind gets cloudier. "And you're all mine. No one else gets to touch you or taste you."

Now it's your turn to let out your ragged breaths. You look down bashfully, your hips pressing down on your legs to gain friction for the unbearable ache between your thighs. Your pussy is pulsing with need and there's nothing you can do.

Satoru laughs through his nose. He sees the way you're moving. "You do wonders for my ego, baby. You getting anything good down there?"

Your palms are cooled by the cold wooden floor. "No," you sigh. "It's not enough."

"Give me a minute," he says, shooting a small wink in your direction. The amount of precum drooling out of him is significant. It's quiet for a few seconds. All that can be heard are the slick noises of Satoru fisting his cock and the reactions from it. You're on the brink of melting on the floor, just from watching and listening to his whimpers and moans. "You'll never get to see how I get when you're not around. It doesn't feel right, princess." He pants, his brows pinching as his hand runs over a vein. "This is nothing in comparison."

You gasp, feeling a jolt of pleasure in one of the rolls of your hips.

"I couldn't even verbalize it. It's not appropriate for a sweet girl like you."

You let out a whimper, your head bowed down.

"Look at me." You raise your gaze, noticing the crumbling of his facade. "Watch the effect you have on me."

Your cheeks are red, and your face feels so hot.

He strokes himself a couple more times, holding eye contact with you. You know this memory will bring out the shy side of you whenever it comes to mind around him. It's the volume of his moans and the way his abs tense as he gets closer and closer to his peak that has your heart threatening to stop completely. It's the way he smirks at how flustered you are by him. It's way his brows furrow when he cums so hard that his whole body is trembling when he continues to fuck his fist. The moans were debilitating for you. Your ears had the rhythm of your heart blasting in them, making your entire head pulse, and all you could do was watch with your lips parted.

"Oh fuck..." he lets out a breathy chuckle. His stomach has cum gliding down to his pelvis, his hand definitely not exempt from the mess. "My pretty girl..." he sighs, a lazy satisfied smirk on his face. "You really have me acting like some prepubescent teenager for you." He caresses your face with his clean hand. "Feeling a little warm. You okay?"

"Just in shock." You smile, holding his hand against your cheek.

"This shouldn't have been shocking." His eyes widen humorously. "You know i'm in love with you, right? Like, borderline obsessed with you."

"I do, yes."

"Do I not show it enough? I'm genuinely concerned." He pouts, leaning towards you.

"This was just another way, 'toru. Don't worry," you offer him a reassuring kiss his cheek.

"Fine." He made a mental note to remind him to send you videos when you're away. You'll get enough to know he's thinking of you, but not enough to know that he's going crazy without you. "Let's take this to the room."

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thornbutch · 5 months

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One Night Only Pt. 3 (18+)

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Pairings: Jordan Li x Fem!Reader

Summary: Just your old school, casual dorm fucking. Are they a couple? Who knows, really. It’s hot as fuck, though.

Tags: pain kink, dacryphilia (crying), oral (j!receiving), strap-fucking (r!receiving), hot make-out sesh pt. 3, jordan gets 2 orgasms, reader only gets one >:T (they’ll make it up to her later), angst, confusing couple dynamic, toxic!jordan li, gen v, requested, last part?? maybe some fluff next

Word Count: 1.6k

“Fuck,” Jordan cursed, left hand braced against the closed door of their college dorm while their right hand held onto head of the girl on their knees for them, boxers pooled around their ankles. Her nose is stuffed into Jordan’s pussy, bumping against their clit as her tongue explores their cavern. They begin to slide their pussy back and forth, fucking her face as if they were using their cock. Her eyes are fluttered shut, obedient and willing to let Jordan use her however they see fit. They’re so fucking wet, it’s dirty, it’s wrong, it’s slippery. They have to move their left hand down to grip her skull, holding her in place because they’re “so fucking close, baby, fuckkkk.” They’re groaning, unreasonably loud and undoubtedly heard by any late-night passersby. She’s siting on the hard floor of the dorm, knees hurting from the pressure against them, back hurting from being in this position for the past few minutes, but God damn it if she doesn’t let Jordan Li cum on her face like this, she’ll never live it down.

Jordan’s at their peak, pressing their pussy down onto her face as they reach their climax, letting loose a string of curses as their slickness coats her face. They stayed in that position for a while, twitching against her until they can’t take it anymore. They stepped back, gathering themselves. She took that moment to marvel at her work. Jordan’s pussy was flush, wet, and puffy- clit peeking out in all of its hardened state.

“C’mere, fuck, you did so good,” Jordan moaned, pulling up their boxers and sitting down on the bed and motioning for her to come forth. She crawled, hips swaying as she did so. Her power must be seduction, because holy fuck, she’s the hottest thing Jordan has ever laid their eyes on. She made her way to them, standing up between their legs and wrapping her arms around their neck. Their lips come together in a clash of passion and sexual desire. She bit their lip, bolder now, as she stared into their dark, blown eyes. The moment she released their lips, they’re traveling down to her neck, leaving possessive marks in their wake. Her skin turns a variety of shades in response to the abuse.

Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine . . . They thought to themselves as they attacked her. Her whimpers filled the room, but they didn’t stop. Their possessiveness has turned them into separate beings. All they wanted to do was remind her who she belonged to, even if they hadn’t made anything official. They’ll be damned if they Andre Anderson think again about tapping this ass. Their hands make their way to her bottom, squeezing the tushy flesh through her black panties. Their fingernails dig into her skin, indentations left when they loosen their grip. She’s sniffling above them, that probably hurt.

“‘S too much f’you?” Their words are slurred, drunk on her pheromones.

She shook her head, “N-no.” She stuttered.

They dug their nails into her side, “No?” They questioned.

She shook her head once more.

“You’ll tell me, won’t you?”

She nodded, “I’ll tell you.”

They smacked her ass, a smirk splaying across their lips. “That’s my good girl.”

She gushed into her panties, knees buckling at the weakness their words just embodied into her soul. She felt paralyzed by pleasure, almost falling to the ground before Jordan placed their leg between hers. Her pussy is met with Jordan’s bare thigh.

Jordan reached their hand to rub against her slick-coated cunt, pulling it back to show her how wet she was.

“Soaked, aren’t you?” They hummed, smearing her own wetness against her lips like lipgloss. “Like a little slut.”

If it were possible to be wetter, she’d be dripping down both her legs and Jordan’s. The devil leaned back, enjoying her in this pre-fucked out state-of-mind. They’re looking at each other now, Jordan’s eyebrow raised in a challenge.

Ride my thigh.

It doesn’t have to be said out loud, she can just read it on their expression. She’s normally not this whorish. She’s had her fair share of quickies and secret sex sessions, but she’d never been this turned out before. She’s obeying every command, following every order, like their good girl.

She’s rutting against their thigh with her panty-cloaked cunt. The fabric was harsh against her clit, she wanted to take it off, but she knew Jordan wouldn’t let her. They loved watching her struggle, watching her suffer.

Despite the torture, the build-up was there. She was so close, about to reach her thigh. Jordan halted her orgasm, hand finding her waist as a symbol of warning. She stopped her ministrations, although it took every fiber in her body not to disobey and cum all over her panties and Jordan’s thigh.

She removed herself from their thigh, standing in her underwear as they get up in search of something in their nightstand. They pull out a dildo attached to a harness, a strap.

They’re gonna strap me down, holy shit.

Jordan put the strap on over their boxers, securing it tightly. She watched eagerly as they pulled off their baggy shirt and put on a sports bra. They glanced over at her, shrugging.

“I don’t like when they move when I’m hittin’,” they said, earning a giggle from her that caused them to grin dumbly.

She laid down on the bed, nervous but a sensation of security washed her worries away. She discarded her bra and threw her panties somewhere across the room. Hopefully she could play off that she forgot them and Jordan could keep them as a souvenir. They both knew they’d be into that.

They pulled her by her thighs to the edge of the bed. “Spread your legs farther, princess,” they commanded.

She listened, spreading her legs and exposing her wet pussy.

They pressed the tip of their strap to her opening and slapped it against her swollen clit. She moaned at their teasing, wanting them to put it in her now. She might have to swap their roles and ride their strap senseless, but that’d be best to do at a later time.

Finally, finally, they’re pushing in. Her walls stretch around the plastic, accommodating to its size and figure. It’s not like Jordan’s cock, veiny and hot, but it’s still attached to Jordan, nonetheless. Jordan moaned, loudly, as if they could feel it, too. They’re thrusting into her, her tits bouncing so much that she has to hold them in place. Jordan smirked, see? They continued their relentless abuse on her G-spot, headboard hitting the wall with every push. She placed her hand on Jordan’s chest, slipping her hand underneath the tightness of their bra to hold onto their tit. Jordan could feel their heart break in a thousand pieces. No one had ever touched them like that- been willing to be fucked by them and still touch them in an intimate place.

Are they in-

She’s practically screaming their name by now, her lips curling to form a strew of nonsense.

“Fuck, right there!

“Feels so good, Jordan!

“Please, I need you.” Their hand is on her abdomen, pushing down hard enough to feel their strap penetrating her. They’re creaming their boxers. The pressure from the strap was oh-so-perfect. They wish they could transform, stuff their cock into her and leave her breathless and confused. She wasn’t ready for that, just yet. Not yet.

Her face has tear streaks on it, eyes squeezed shut, legs tightening around Jordan’s waist, pulling them in deeper, if that was even possible.

They’re overstimulated, they’ve came, but they have to get her off. They have to please her the same way she pleased them. They may not seem like the type, but they’d bow at every word she’d say. Hell, they’d bark if she told them, too. They wouldn’t count that as submissiveness, or obedience, they just fucking liked her so much, they’d do anything for her.

She came against the silicone, fluid coating the black plastic. They’re both shaking. Jordan pulled out to collapse on top of her. Both of their chests heaved.

“That,” she breathed, “was amazing.”

Jordan giggled, actually fucking giggled, like a little girl. “I try.”

Her hand is in their hair, rubbing their scalp soothingly. “You did good.”

If Jordan was in their male form, they’d be sporting a boner, because holy shit, did she just praise them?

Jordan has to reluctantly get up to take off the strap and change clothes. She’s about to get up, too, but Jordan threw a large shirt at her and some boxers. Cold panties, they both hated that.

Once Jordan is done, they’re getting back in their bed to lay with her. Not to have sex, they’d already done that, but to just lay and embrace each other. They wouldn’t ask her to be their girlfriend. Not yet. They’d want to take her on a date, maybe to a local café. Perhaps take her to a party so that everyone could look, but know they couldn’t touch?

“What’s on your mind?” She asked, head on their chest and listening to their slowing heartbeat.

They whispered, “You.”

The two fell asleep together. There was no rush to disappear before sunrise. No need to hide their unspoken feelings for each other. Jordan had shifted into their masculine form so they could fully embrace her.

God, just who was this girl?

#gen v #jordan li #smut #18+ content #gen v fanfiction #jordan li smut #jordan li x reader

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lonelyyinchicago · 2 years

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thunder and lightning

with shaking hands, remus fumbled with his door key, the thin piece of metal slipping due to the rain. he cursed as he dropped it and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. his usually springy curls were plastered flat to his forehead and drips were running down the length of his nose.

as he bent down, a bright white flash of lightning lit up the street, reflecting off the fallen key. remus quickly picked it up, shoving it aggressively in the lock. he paused in the dark hallway, the only sound the occasional droplet of water running along the seam of his coat and onto the floor.

remus took his coat off slowly, trying to prevent as much water from splashing as possible. he placed his shoes under the radiator, helping them dry.

he frowned as he entered the living room, his shadow spreading into the room.

“sirius, love?”

the kitchen light was on so remus entered the room, expecting to see his husband. seeing the room empty made remus’ frown deepen, his eyebrows drawing closer together.

he turned the kettle on, standing leant against the hob as he waited for the water to boil. eventually steam began to escape through the spout of the kettle, the high pitched squealing filling remus’ ears. he quickly put a teabag in the mug that was already on the side.

he smiled softly to himself, knowing sirius had left it out for him. just before pouring in the water, remus took out the teabag he’s placed in it moments earlier, noticing that sirius had already arranged the mug for him.

leaving the tea to darken, remus crossed the room, taking the milk out of the fridge. he finished making his tea before immediately taking a sip, partially enjoying the way the liquid was practically burning the inside of his mouth.

he closed his eyes but the bright lightning lit up the dim kitchen, bouncing off the hard tiled floor and reflecting through his closed eyelids. remus sighed before switching off the small lamp in the middle of the kitchen island and making his way upstairs.

as usual, the first step creaked as he stood on it, but this evening there was no excited shout from sirius. remus’ eyebrows drew back together, and he jumped at a particularly loud thunderclap, cursing as he splashed tea on his jumper.

the werewolf stopped outside the bedroom door, raising a hesitant hand. he quietly opened the door, not expecting the sight he was met with.

the lights were off and sirius was sat in the middle of their bed, the duvet drawn up around him tightly. he was rocking back and forth with his eyes closed and he visibly flinched every time the thunder echoed through the house.

“sirius, love?”

remus set his tea down on his bedside table before standing at the end of the bed, looking down at sirius softly. sirius’ dark eyelashes untangled themselves, searching desperately for the source of the sound.

as he blinked, a couple of tears escaped and ran the length of his pale cheeks.

“hey,” remus said, sitting down next to his husband.

sirius immediately curled up into remus’ side, losing himself in the familiar, comforting smell. he sniffed once before sitting up and looking up at remus.

“i don’t like it” he whispered.

“i know love, but it’s just weather. nothing that’s going to hurt you” remus assured him, tightening his grip around sirius’ shoulder.

he placed a gentle kiss on the top of sirius’ head before standing up and and turning on the light. he knelt down and ran his fingers along the shelf that contained their vinyl collection. sirius watched him, slowly crawling out from under the duvet as remus placed queen’s greatest hits on the turntable.

sirius let his smile spread as remus turned the volume up and offered him a hand to dance. sirius practically leapt off the bed as freddie mercury started singing.

“I SOMETIMES WISH I’D NEVER BEEN BORN AT ALL!”

sirius grabbed remus’ scarred hands, spinning him around the room. his nails left indentations on remus’ skin as another flash of lightning momentarily lit up the room.

remus’ thumb moved slowly across the back of sirius’ hand and he felt sirius relax his grip slightly. a second flash illuminated sirius’ pale face, lighting up his teeth as he smiled. remus grinned, one hand moving to hold his husband’s cheek.

sirius dipped his head into the contact, blushing slightly. he jumped when the loud sound of thunder once again filled the room. he pulled his head out of remus’ hand, resting it instead against his chest.

the music had done little to cover up the noise outside, but remus’ steady heartbeat provided enough for sirius to remain calm. he felt remus’ fingers fall through his hair, gently twisting around his fingers.

he pulled away slightly, looking up at his husband who, without thinking, placed a quick kiss on the tip of sirius’ nose.

“i love you” sirius told him. “so much.”

“yeah? well good because i love you too.”

remus perched on the end of their bed, watching as sirius slipped the record back into its place on the shelf before reattaching his hand to his husband’s. sirius shuffled back on the mattress, stopping when he was leant against the headboard. he looked at remus expectantly.

“let me just get changed; my clothes are still damp.”

within a minute, remus had returned from the bathroom in a large jumper. sirius could see his favourite of remus’ scars just poking out from under the hem of the jumper. it ran the length of remus’ thigh, and sirius smiled at it sheepishly.

it was one of the few scars on remus’ body that hadn’t been caused by werewolf-related activities. this one was sirius’ work entirely - he had managed to convince remus it was a good idea to go ice skating on the black lake during their final winter at hogwarts, and sirius had accidentally stood on remus’ leg, slicing the skin open with the sharp blade.

never quite shaking the feeling of guilt, sirius made sure to kiss it every night, so as remus slipped under the duvet next to him, sirius gently pressed his lips against the paper patch of skin on the werewolf’s left leg.

“it’s been thirty-five years, love, i think you can stop now” remus mumbled as he pressed his own lips onto the top of sirius’ head.

“never” sirius said, fitting his body against remus’ easily.

he tensed up as thunder echoed through the house again, squeezing his eyes shut. remus’ hand fell around his neck, holding their bodies together.

“it’s just weather” remus repeated. “you’re okay.”

sirius opened his eyes as the noise quieted, and he nodded against remus’ chest.

“i’ve got you; of course i’m okay.”

#harry potter #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #thunder and lightning #thunderstorm #marauders

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enderwoah · 2 years

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on our way out

[or: tommy and eryn are lab experiments trying to escape the facility they were created in.]

warnings: major character death, electrocution

main characters: tommyinnit, eryn cyberonix

word count: 3.2k

time taken: idk like a day and some change

prey

/prā/

noun: prey

an animal that is hunted and killed by another for food.

a person or thing easily injured or taken advantage of.

It's the best word to describe them. It isn't the first word that you would consider when presented with sterile white walls and floors and lights that buzz overhead and hospital gowns that hardly cover much at all, but when you look just a little closer and see the two things running away from their creators (captors) you'll find that it is the only word that feels appropriate.

Tommy can't breathe. He's heard the creators say that it is one of his many defects—too-small lungs that don't hold enough air for him to run experiments for too long without getting short of breath. Not that that would stop any of them from making him do the tests anyways. They've always held little care for Tommy's complaints, or when he's breathless and wheezing too hard to complain.

His lungs are thoroughly contracted right now, but there's a warm hand pulling him forward and a certain type of desperation that rises every time his feet hit the ground that make adrenaline shoot through him and render the pain in his chest almost unnoticeable.

Almost. Eryn notices that he's wheezing, and despite their insistent, "Tom, Tom, we've gotta run—c'mon," he can't help it when he starts to slow down and let his grip slip due to pure overexertion. Eryn stops in their tracks the moment Tommy's hand fully slides out of theirs, turning around with a sharpness that makes Tommy flinch. Their expression immediately softens, looking terrified and stressed out of their mind but still offering the few sympathies they can afford in such a moment like this.

They glance back and forth, in front of and behind them, before tugging Tommy around a corner and sliding them both into an empty room, shutting the door and locking it behind them. It looks like an operating room—most of the rooms in this place are operating rooms. Tommy has probably bled across the table in the centre of the room at least a couple of times, but there's no way to be sure. He's honestly in awe that Eryn is managing to navigate it as well as they are.

Tommy takes the brief respite to lean on a wall and slide down, stretching his arms above his head to open his airways like the creators always tell him to do. Eryn keeps their back pressed against the door, whispering, "Are you okay?"

Tommy nods, the lack of movement allowing his panic and fear to catch up to him and make it even harder to breathe as his heart jackhammers in his chest. "I'm okay. I'm—shit."

The panic that flashes across Eryn's face immediately makes Tommy feel bad. "What? D'you hear something?"

"No, no, I just—" Tommy runs a hand through his hair. "Oh God. We're actually fucking doing this."

"Tom, you cannot freak out about this right now," Eryn warns, nails digging into the heavy door behind them and leaving indents. "We're leaving as soon as you can breathe, so just—clear your airways before I clear them for you."

"I wish they just left the inhalers around," Tommy mutters, rolling open a drawer and sifting through it. Syringes, papers, pens, thumbtacks, stray medication—no inhaler. "I mean, it'd be easier for all of us. They have to send someone out to get it whenever we're in a different room, it'd just—"

"Tom," Eryn snaps, and again, Tommy flinches. They sigh. "If you can breathe enough to talk, you can breathe enough to run."

Tommy bites back a 'that's not how it works,' mostly because it's getting difficult to breathe again, but he instead nods and closes the drawer as quietly as he possible can. Eryn breathes a deep sigh that makes their shoulders slump only a milimetre. "Okay, you know the route, I know the route, we just need to get as far as possible before they realise we're gone."

"If they realise we're gone," Tommy corrects. "We might be out before they even know we left."

Eryn fixes him with a look that's almost sympathetic before shaking their head. "Sure. Just..."

They trail off, listening and waiting. Tommy holds his breath, and when Eryn suddenly jerks their head to the side with a hissed, "Come on," and twists the doorknob open, Tommy follows them back into the hallway with silent footsteps. Or, not really silent. Not silent to him at all, really—he was made for more reconnaissance-type situations, so his senses are a lot better than most others'. This makes overstimulation a very, very prevalent issue, but unlike with his breathing, which could kill him, he's not allowed to complain about that to anyone but Eryn. His and Eryn's bare feet across the white tile sounds like a consistently dripping faucet, like the one they broke in the room next to Tommy and Eryn's to see how well his hearing really was and how consistent bothersome noises would affect him (the result: a lot. He had a breakdown sometime a few hours after it started, and Eryn attacked a scientist because of it, so they made their room soundproof).

He knows no-one else is able to hear it, though, so it's practically silent. Even when they start sprinting down a particularly long corridor, they keep their footsteps light and reach the end undetected.

They come up to the door to the stairwell they need to enter and Tommy immediately goes on the hyper-aware as Eryn starts to untangle something from his hair. The door needs either a retinal scan or a fingerprint scan to open, the second of which being that the both of them don't even have and the first being particularly unpleasant to get a hold of. They settled for a compromise.

Tommy instinctively makes a face at the finger that Eryn pulls out of their hair, despite him being present in the room when it was...taken. If Tommy wasn't so afraid of them, he'd probably be floored at how laughably stupid they can be, assuming that their super-soldier-type experiments don't pay as much attention to their surroundings as they do. Once they got the idea of escape in their minds, it was easy to ambush an employee just before they left the building and...deal with them. Easy for Eryn, at least. They're always better at those kinds of things.

Eryn presses the dismembered thumb to the scanner, and Tommy swears time stops for just a second as it's scanned up and down, once, twice, thrice.

It beeps twice in quick succession, and he hears the lock mechanism in the door shift and click open.

Eryn lets out such a heavy sigh, Tommy almost laughs. They push the door open, beckoning Tommy forwards as they both slip into the stairwell and Tommy is hit with a blast of chill that makes him shudder.

The door clicks shut behind them, and Tommy and Eryn are suddenly hit with the sound of wailing alarms bouncing off the echoing walls of the stairwell.

Eryn covers their ears and Tommy almost immediately drops to the floor, the sound coming off as earsplitting due to his heightened senses. It sounds like nails on a chalkboard, striking the back of his eyes with every ebb and wane of the noise, and he's sure that he would pass out if Eryn didn't also reach over to press their hands over his and pull him up off his feet. It only barely helps, but he can still clearly hear Eryn say, "Shit, shit, shit, shit, we've gotta go, we've gotta go now," over the noise and the muffling over his ears.

It's an awkward position, but Eryn will be damned before they leave Tommy behind, so they do their best to run down the stairs together, Tommy still twisting his eyes shut and trying not to slip off the edge of the stairs.

They make it down about two flights of stairs before Tommy hears the lock mechanism of a door very far down click open. He stops suddenly, then starts to pull against Eryn, wrenching out of their grip before moving to just hold their hand. His eyes fly open to see Eryn staring at him, and he tugs Eryn in the other direction. "We've got to go back. They're coming up, they're coming upstairs."

"Fuck, okay, c'mon," Eryn breathes, the panic in their eyes making Tommy's heart sink. "We can—we can go back. Let's just—"

They're close enough to hear the door at the very top open, too. They swear, loud, and start pulling Tommy down the stairs and says, "Okay, okay, we'll just go onto a random floor, this is fine."

Tommy isn't exactly sure if he expected the door to open when they reached it, but he definitely didn't expect it to administer a violent shock that makes even Eryn yelp, and Tommy can feel the traces of it through the contact of their skin. Tommy can still hear the footsteps pounding up and down the stairs, and the constant out-of-sync noise from all sides plus the sirens plus Eryn's constant swearing makes him dizzy. He can't even register what Eryn is saying anymore, he just feels them pulling and follows. They turn around sharply and he follows. They start running up the stairs then down the stairs and Tommy knows he's nothing but dead weight but he can't hear and he can't think, and then he registers the feeling of being shoved into a corner and comes back into focus.

The first thing he sees is white. He's always seeing white—their gowns are white, the walls are white (but not in the stairwell, funnily enough), the creators' coats are white, his own hair is white. He then sees black, then brown, and when the sirens suddenly stop and he can hear again, his eyes come into focus and he realises that Eryn is standing in front of him, one arm out to block him away from the near-dozen creators stood in front of them, circling them, as if they finally slipped up and are about to be devoured.

He feels like an ass, but Tommy's fingers curl up and dig into Eryn's gown as he starts to tremble. He can't see Eryn's face, but he can imagine their teeth are probably bared at the creators judging by their stance.

"Let us go," they say, their voice low. Tommy hears few of the creators scoff, and he wilts.

"You're very far from your room, E-4," one of them says dryly, the one in front. His voice is angry, thinly veiled with the smugness that came from catching and cornering the two of them in the act.

"My name is Eryn," Eryn snaps, moving his hand defending Tommy further back.

"Your name is no such bloody thing," the same creator seethes, taking a step forwards out of the crowd. Tommy lets out an terrified squeak as Eryn presses them both further into the corner and away from the man, who's started to yell at the top of his lungs. "You don't have a name. You killed the moron that gave you those fucking names, 'Tommy, Eryn,' you're ours and ours to name."

"Neither of us fucking belong to you," Eryn snarls. "We're leaving, and you're either going to let us go or—" They glance back at Tommy for just a split second. "Or we're going to go through you. Move."

The creator that was speaking straight up growls, rapidly approaching Eryn and grabbing them by the front of their gown. Tommy cries out their name, but there's only a split second that passes before Eryn grabs the man's arms and kicks him in the knee with a violent force. Tommy hears a crack, and the man screams and falls backwards, collapsing onto the ground. Eryn wastes no time in sending his foot down onto the same knee, rendering it useless as three more of the creators try and move Eryn away or grab them.

Tommy honestly can't take his eyes off of the spectacle before him, Eryn clawing through people, tearing fabric and skin alike and biting through flesh with their abnormally sharp teeth. They really don't stand a chance—Eryn was literally created to scrap with a bunch of people at once, and these spindly pale people in coats have nothing to stop them from wreaking all the havoc they and their tiny body can muster. Tommy notices two or three of the creators take a few steps back, shouting into their weird wristbands and making Tommy's heart drop.

"Eryn—Eryn, we need to go," Tommy says suddenly, still keeping himself away from the violent spectacle, wringing his hands to stop them grabbing out for his friend. "We need to leave now."

"I'd love to, Tom," Eryn hisses, throwing a creator to the ground so hard their skull goes concave. "Bit preoccupied, here."

"Yeah, okay, but they're getting the—"

The door to the floor they're stuck on swings open, and two more people in white coats file into the room, one of them holding something long and black that immediately makes both Eryn and Tommy scramble backwards and away from the crowd.

The one holding the thing barks out a laugh that makes Tommy's ears hurt, casting a look of disgust at the four or five unconscious or dead bodies on the ground, shaking his head and saying, "Jesus Christ. Two fucking brats start acting up and all you can do is watch them? Like a highschool fight in the lunchroom? You're all useless."

The voice makes every single one of Tommy's senses heighten and his body tense. He knows this one—the one that's responsible for about half the scars on Eryn's body, probably about three-quarters on Tommy's. Tommy doesn't know his name—neither of them are allowed to know the names of any of the creators—but the voice is enough. His footsteps approaching were enough. The man kicks away the person who's head got caved in by Eryn, striding up to the two of them without a care in the world and squatting down to their height. Eryn's hand finds Tommy as their entire body weight is pushed up against the wall, and Tommy can see his friend's gaze defiantly meeting the man's.

He chuckles, as if Eryn told a particularly funny joke, and then turns to Tommy, who seizes up. He tips Tommy's chin up with his freezing cold finger, meeting his blue eyes with Tommy's black ones. "T-9," he says, an air of disappointment to his tone. "You of all things would really go along with this?"

Tommy holds back a squeak unsuccessfully. There's a beat, Tommy maintaining eye contact as he starts to tremble before Eryn swats away the creator's hand with a weak, "D-Don't touch him."

He laughs again, standing up and reminding both boys, quite suddenly, of the device in his hands. He uses it to tip up Eryn's head, too, but instead of how they reacted before, Eryn freezes. "Did you two really think this would work? Did you think we don't monitor who goes in and out of here every day? Who suddenly, inexplicably doesn't check out one day only to do so the day after after not checking in?" He scoffs. "Goddamn moron. You're both evil little creatures, you know? I think that may have been the only one of us that really liked you."

Eryn and Tommy stay dead silent, Eryn slowly starting to shake due to prolonged contact with the weapon pressed against their skin. The man continues, "And, I mean, what did you expect to happen after you got out? We're you trying to model after the other one? T-2, X-1, G-3, whatever you want to call him? Wanted by the world, constantly being hunted down by us?"

In a sudden burst of confidence and fear and he needs to get that thing off of Eryn, Tommy chokes out, "'S better out there than in here."

The creator's eyebrows suddenly shoot up. The weapon moves to press against Tommy's throat, and the phantom pains of what it feels like and the sudden restricting of his breathing makes tears prick at his eyes, but he swears to whatever sick god that's allowing him to exist, he's not going to beg.

Eryn suddenly lunges at the man in front of them, claws out and scratching through the man's upper forearm and making him screech in pain with a shouted, "I said don't touch him!"

They go in for another swing, but the creator wastes no time in jutting the device into their sternum and activating it. Tommy hears the crackling, buzzing noise better than anyone, and he watches in horror as Eryn's entire body seizes up at once, overrun by violent waves of electricity conducting itself in their synthetic blood, and the noise that comes out of Tommy's mouth is inhuman because the man doesn't remove the weapon, pushing it further and further and further into Eryn's body as they sink to the floor. Tommy's eyes bounce back and forth between the man's nigh feral expression, gritted teeth, blood running down his arm and staining his coat and the way Eryn starts to choke as their eyes roll back in their head and Tommy can smell the burning of flesh, but the man still does not let up.

Only when Eryn is fully on the floor does he detach himself from the experiment, gripping his arms and swearing, "Disgusting fucking—"

He looks up to see the other scientists staring at him—most in horror, some in confusion, and he points back at the kid and almost roars, "It was a fucking faliure, do you hear me? I don't give two flying fucks if it was the most stable, a success wouldn't try to fucking escape. Now—now someone take T-9 back and—Jesus, someone get me a fucking first aid kit."

Tommy does not remember falling to his knees. He can still hear Eryn's skin and the fabric of their gown sizzling where the weapon was pushed into them, and he pulls his friend into his lap and shakes them. There are tears in his eyes (Tommy, for some reason, distantly remembers one of the creators saying that they would work on making sure the next rendition of him couldn't cry) as he gently shakes Eryn by the shoulder.

"Eryn?" he chokes. "Eryn? Eryn, fuck, no—"

Tommy wants to say that they had been close, but they hadn't. They hadn't even made it past the halfway point, and one of them was dead. The weight of how futile Eryn's death was makes Tommy's throat close with more tears, and he breaks into sobs when he's yanked up by his upper arm and Eryn slips out of his lap and their head knocks unceremoniously against the concrete floor.

He doesn't resist being taken back to his room.

this fic is part of a series for whumptober 2k22. the prompts used in this were [caged], [cornered], and [confronted]. hope you enjoyed!

#whumptober2022 #no.2 #caged #cornered #confronted #dream smp #fic #major character death #electrocution #YIPPEE!#tommyinnit #eryn cyberonix #erynstreams #lab experiment tommyinnit #we love a good test tube baby tommy out here

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“ i could kiss you for hours. “ maybe a lil makeout sesh w/ timmy? 🥺

ask and you shall receive

The movie - volume low, remote long clattered to the carpeted floor of your living room - had been long forgotten by the time Timothee hauls you onto his lap, arms around your waist and lips meeting yours with a wild, fiery desperation.

You bury well-practiced fingers within his dark curls, tugging the locks between your fingers just to hear how he hisses into your mouth. The blanket thrown over top of the both of you tangles between your desperate bodies, his cold hands sliding beneath the thick fabric of your (his?) hoodie, pressing against your back, the temperature change making you whine into his mouth gently.

To be fair, you had put the film on with full intentions of watching it - a lazy Sunday where you both had off from filming was meant to be appreciated solely in the comfort of each other, only abandoning the tangles of your limbs together to go to the bathroom or microwave another bag of popcorn.

But - fuck. Timothee's hands had been stroking through the ends of your hair - his bouncing leg pressing unintentionally against a part of you that had your focus drifting - when you looked at him, he was nibbling on his fingernail, casually watching the movie as if he was doing nothing at all.

Maybe he didn't even know he was, but you doubt it. Your handsy boyfriend knows your body better than you do - knows everything that makes you tick - knows his casual domesticity coupled with any sort of stimulation has you quivering.

In almost all ways, it's his fault you're currently grinding against his lap, kissing him so deeply you can hardly breathe. Never mind the fact that you had kissed him first, leaning in and knocking his hand out of his mouth and replacing it with your needy lips -

Timothee's fault. You'll blame him until the end of time.

Your fingernails dig into his scalp, surely leaving small, half-moon shaped indents into the soft skin, and he moans into your mouth at the feeling - the noise, a gentle rumble, reverberates throughout your entire body, and a chill rolls through your spine.

It's a silent battle for who will pull away first - neither of you wants to be the one to disconnect your lips first, as though you'll never be able to kiss again if you stop now - but, in the end, it's him, pulling away to inhale a gasp of air, dropping his forehead against yours.

"You're a fiend," he tells you, the hypocrite, voice raspy and kiss-drunk, as if he hadn't been digging his nails into the flesh of your back, infecting the warmth with his unusually cold hands. "Really - can't even watch a movie without -"

His teasing is cut off when you lean back in, slotting your lips into his, and he smiles against your lips - you slip your tongue into his mouth, arching your back into his, chests brushing together through both of your sweatshirts. There's a very apparent lack of stimulation, layers and layers of clothes between your bare skin, but when you grind your hips against Timothee's, he groans as though you're riding him.

"You're a hypocrite," you pointedly tell your boyfriend, pressing your lips to the side of his jawline, mouthing the sharp edge there. "You were teasing me."

He hums, hands sliding down your back beneath the elastic hem of your sweatpants, groping at your ass like a teenager with much more practice. "Maybe I am," Timothee says, voice slightly breathy when you focus your lips on one part of his jawline, suckling lightly. "I could kiss you for hours."

You smile. It's authentic and real, not born of lust but of love - of adoration for the man under you - the man plucking at the edge of your panties, rocking his hips up into yours. You lift your head from his jaw - trace your thumb along the light purple mark you've left on his skin - not too dark, the perfect hue.

His eyes are wide, blown with a swirling mixture of emotions that you don't have the energy to decipher, and you drop your thumb to trace along his bottom lip gently.

"Do it, then," is the answer you decide on, and Timothee grins, surging forward to slam his lips back into yours.

#answers #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet blurb #timothee chalamet smut #not really smut but nevertheless #i hope this is decent lol #i wanted to finish it before i fell asleep but then i was struggling to characterize him so i landed on this #which does not involve much characterization #nevertheless

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cursed-domain · 3 years

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Experiments

Mahito x Reader, WC ~3.9k

Mahito’s been testing out his powers for a while now. He wants to do something different with his latest victim. Something a little more... human.

warnings: NSFW and Dark Content - NONCON if that is not your thing do not read any farther. You have been warned. Also fear, tears, kidnapping, possessiveness, oral sex, biting, slapping and uh. Mahito. I think he deserves a warning of his own.

You stayed out just a little too late last night. And you walked home alone. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew that was a bad idea, but - the bar was right down the street from your apartment building, and your friends were - well, they were scattered, and they were hard to find, and you were sure that you could walk straight if you only tried. Your heels were only a couple inches high.

Maybe you’d somehow fallen right down a drain in the sidewalk last night. Maybe it was too dark to notice, and you were more tipsy than you thought. But that theory doesn’t fit with your last memory aboveground. It doesn’t explain the presence you felt behind you, the feeling that something heavy and hateful had manifested right over your shoulder.

Most importantly, there are no scratches or scrapes anywhere on your body. You can’t have fallen. You were brought here. Hidden away beneath the street into a tunnel you had no idea existed. And your host has been kind enough to keep you in perfect condition. You’re not even dirty from where you’ve clearly been crumpled on the floor - somehow, the stone corridor is perfectly clean.

As you sit up, all these thoughts run through your head in a matter of seconds. Your shell-shocked stream of consciousness doesn’t give way to panic until a hand from behind you lands on your shoulder. Its owner doesn’t even let you scream - he claps his other hand over your mouth before you have the chance to open it, and leans down so that you feel his hot breath in your ear. “Boo.”

You strain against his hand when you hear his voice. It doesn’t sound - well, you’re not quite sure what you expected a kidnapper to sound like. Maybe a lower voice. Certainly a sinister one. But he just sounds excited and mischievous, like a child who’s gotten away with a prank. So lighthearted in what is, for you, such a dire situation - it sends a shiver up your spine to imagine his grin.

You don’t have to imagine for long. His hand slinks from your shoulder up your neck, taking root in your hair and yanking your head back so you’re forced to look up. It is dim in the tunnel, but you see his face clearly. You register, in a far-off place in your mind, that it is pretty, almost feminine. Your impression is that his face is far too fine compared to the coarseness of his mouth and his hands, even with the strange scars stitching their way across the unnaturally smooth skin.

“Don’t look so terrified. Or do. I kinda like it.” Your eyes stretch even wider. “Yeah - I really like it, actually. Stay just like that.” When he speaks for longer, you notice the eerie quality of the cavern - the way it causes sounds to echo and reverberate down its walls. Farther down, you hear the drip-drip-drip of dirty water hitting the floor. But here - not even a drop. It’s as if the space has been cleared of its usual filth, just for you. “Okay,” he says, “I actually wanna hear you, too.” He doesn’t wait for a response before taking his hand from your mouth and letting go of your hair.

Your heels - they must have fallen off. Or he took them off. In any case - you can run. You know it’s pointless as soon as you stand up. You know even the time you take to rise to your feet is enough for him to grab onto you again. But you have to try. So you do. You’re surprised to get any distance at all. You’re shocked to have made it ten paces - twenty - thirty. Even sprinting with the adrenaline-spiked speed of someone who fears for her life, this shouldn’t be possible. But you find yourself starting to hope. You’re fast, and maybe he was caught off guard. Maybe, just maybe, you can make it to the light you see shining at the mouth of the tunnel. It’s not that far away. And once you’re out there, on the street, he won’t be able to do anything. You’ll make it home and forget this ever happened. Even now, you’re wondering if it’s all a dream. If you’re going to wake up once you hit that light - closer now, so close - snug in your bed, wondering how you managed to make it home last night but relieved that you did. Yes. That has to be it. This isn’t real, and you’re going to escape it so, so soon -

A rush of cold air streaks past you, and your captor appears in front of you, grinning as he blocks your path. You try to step to the side, but he’s already there. Back the other way - he beats you again. You feel your will collapse in on itself as he steps forward and snakes his hand around your waist, laughing unabashedly as you struggle. “Not bad,” he says. “Of course, I gave you a pretty big head start. But still. You run pretty fast for someone who could barely walk the night before.”

You’re so close to him that you’re sure he must be able to hear your heart pounding. Despite your best efforts to hold yourself back, you find yourself looking up at his face again. His eyes are pretty, too. But they’re mismatched - one is a light gray and the other is deep blue - and unblinking. Seeing them up close only makes his presence more unnerving. He grins crookedly as you make eye contact with him, staring back without saying a word.

“What - why -” you break eye contact, choosing instead to stare at the ground where his bare feet are nearly on top of yours. “Please. Let me go.”

“Nuh-uh. No way.” He pushes you back at arms length and leans over you, his face coming so close to yours that your eyes unfocus trying to look at him. “Haven’t even done anything yet.”

“Done…”

“Mhm.” He takes your shoulders and turns you around, giving you a light shove to get you moving. You shudder - your dress has an open back, so his hand didn’t just touch your clothes, but your bare skin. And it’s so short, too. He’s probably staring as you walk, tracing your curves with those unnatural eyes. He looked down when he had you pressed up against him. He didn’t even try to hide it.

“That’s far enough.” You stop, not even daring to turn around. He slithers around you instead, dragging his hand over the back of your dress again as he passes, keeping a hold on you and pulling you close again. “You’re gonna help me out with some things today, alright?”

When you hesitate, his long fingernails tighten against your skin. He’ll draw blood if he presses any harder. “What…what do you want?”

“I’ve been doin’ some experiments down here.” His nails drag down the curve of your back, only stopping at your hips. “Been learning what I’m capable of. I’ll show you the other test subjects if I have to but… I think I’ve already convinced you to cooperate, right?” He tugs on the hem of your dress, sliding his fingertips underneath the edge of the thin fabric. “You don’t seem ready to meet anyone right now, anyways. Not as if they’re really in a state to talk to you.”

You stare blankly, resisting the urge to squirm as his hand trails up the back of your thigh. Not for the first time, you wonder if you’re going to be leaving this place alive.

“Lots of room down here,” he says. “Plenty of dark corners. But I think I’m gonna keep you right here.”

“Please..” you say.

“Hmm?” He smiles a second later, once he understands. “Please don’t kill you, right? Don’t mutate your pretty body and then throw you somewhere no one will ever find you?” Your mind amends mutate to mutilate. The intellectual victory does nothing to comfort you. “Don’t worry. ‘m not gonna do that. Not yet, anyways.” His nails are scraping very high on your thigh, now, and the other hand is weaving its way through your hair. His fingers seem to bend strangely around you, as if they have no set form at all, as if they’re molding to best fit your body as he claims it piece by piece. “You’re just gonna help me out a little, okay? “You’re gonna help me figure out what else I’m capable of.”

He grips the top of your head and forces it up and down, mimicking a nod, laughing impishly as you glare up at him. “So sweet of you. We’ll take this one step at a time, alright?”

You don’t understand until he leans over you, running a fingertip across your lips to part them slightly before meeting them with his own. You try to recoil, but the hand toying with your dress runs up your back and presses you forward, forcing you deeper into the kiss instead. It’s unexpectedly gentle, at first, but as your body is forced flush against his it becomes more messy, more hungry. He shoves his tongue against yours and grips your hair tight enough for it to hurt, only drawing back for long enough to bite your lip and watch a string of drool drip across the faint indent he’s left behind. You gasp for breath until he swallows up your mouth again, using his tongue to reach every place he can.

You stay in place even when he relaxes his grip. He only stops to speak once he has, it seems to you, tried every kind of kiss he can think of - fast, slow, shallow, violent, hungry, sloppy. “You’re doing good,” he says, flashing the same smile as before. “Good start. Amazing, really…” He shakes his head, like he’s trying to clear his thoughts, and the softer smile is replaced by a cold grin. “Take your dress off.”

“Wh -”

“Take it off. Take off whatever you have underneath it, too. I don’t care about seeing it.”

“But -”

“But - but -” He laughs again, practically giggles as he mocks your faint protests. “You don’t wanna die, either, do you?”

Mute, you shake your head.

“Actually…” He turns you around again, and you think you hear him sigh faintly as his hips snap against yours. “You’re taking too long. I’ll just do it myself.” He gives you no time to react before tugging on the zipper of your short dress, so violently that it hitches on the teeth and nearly breaks off. Only the second time does he do it right, pulling it all the way down in a smooth motion. The dress only covered from your lower back to a few inches down your thighs, anyways, and now even that protection is stripped away. The front of your body is exposed, too, as he tugs the thin garment along with your panties down to the stone ground beneath your feet.

Every muscle in your body tenses as his own bare skin collides with yours, his worn pants pulled down to rest alongside your dress. “Didn’t even wear anything beneath the dress up here,” he mutters. He reaches from behind you, groping your tits with no regard for the way you whine and squirm. “Making it so easy for me, aren’t you?”

“No,” you gasp. “Didn’t wear anything there. I should have -”

He claws his nails over the delicate peaks of your breasts, and you bite hard on your lip to keep from crying out. “Interesting. That’s a sweet spot, huh?” You shiver as he clamps down on you again. “You got any more I should know about?”

“No…” You lie, as if anything you say now will help you. He’s tracing every inch of your skin already, down your stomach and hips and up your thighs, squeezing and pinching when you least expect it, mapping you out like you’re the first person he’s been this close to in his life.

“You sure?” He taps his fingertips along the creases that connect the tops of your thighs to your body, pressing close against you and breathing hot in your ear. Making sure you hear and feel his excitement. “We’re gonna test that out, too. So spread out your legs. They’re getting in the way.”

You clench your fists tight and do as he says, shifting on either side to allow him easy access to every part of you. Still, you reflexively pull your hips back as his fingers climb their way towards your cunt, cringing when your sudden motions make his cock pulse against your skin.

“What’re you doing that for?” He cups his hand between your legs, ending your desperate attempts to squirm away. “Not like you’re going anywhere, right?” He pulls his hand back, showing you the wet sheen that’s rubbed off on his fingers. “I don’t think you would even if you could. But if you want, I’ll let you run again. Give you ‘til the count of ten before I start chasing you. Maybe even twenty or thirty. Maybe I’ll let you see the street before I drag you back here.” He lets go of you, grabbing your arms and using them to turn you back the way you ran before. “We’ll do it now, actually. Run! I’ll be not-quite-right-behind you.”

You shake your head.

“Come onn. It’ll be fun. Or - well, I’ll have fun.” Your feet stay rooted to the ground. He looks genuinely disappointed, for a moment, as if he actually expected you to take him up on his inane offer. “Fine.” He shoves down on your shoulders, and you follow the motion, crumpling down to your knees with no resistance. “You can entertain me this way instead, then.” Now that he’s in front of you again, you look for the first time. You’re equal parts curious and repelled by the stitch-like markings that continue down the rest of his body. If you were thinking clearly, you’d wonder if they were perhaps tattoos, and why anyone would choose to do something like that to themselves. But the crisscrossing lines guide you far too quickly down the length of his frame, forcing your curious eyes down below his hips before you have the sense to close them.

He tilts his head, sizing up your expression before flicking his eyes down your body and then back up to meet yours. “You’ve definitely done this before. So do it right.” Your eyes are almost as wide as your mouth as he closes the last inches between you and him. “Make it feel how it’s supposed to.” You nod blanlky as you wonder how you’re supposed to fit him all the way in your mouth. Maybe you won’t have to. He’s so obviously inexperienced, so eager… maybe you can end this quickly.

You drag the tip of your tongue up the underside of his cock, forcing yourself to look up at him as you give the same slow treatment to the sides and the tip before taking the shaft in your hand. He stares back, his gaze flicking between your eyes and your mouth as it works over his cock. He’s breathing harder already, less than halfway into your mouth, almost letting the breaths tip over the edge into moans as your tongue flicks up his length again. It takes a concerted effort not to close your eyes, to not let your resolve crumble.

It has started to happen already. He was right in his crude assessment of you - you do know what you’re doing - but you’ve never been so terrified with a cock in your mouth, never felt like your life depended on your ability to please the man in front of you. Your strokes become sloppy as you let panic edge into the corners of your vision.

“Fuck,” he groans. Your one free hand clenches into a fist as he grabs you at the nape of your neck and thrusts forward, holding you still as he forces his cock back into your throat. “Fuck.” You feel him writhe in your mouth just as his fingers did in your hair, molding himself to the contours of your throat as he fucks your face over and over, only becoming more frantic as you start to struggle against his hand, more frenzied as you gag and drool around him, until finally - finally - you’re tugged forward one last time, your lips pulled taught as hot liquid spurts down your throat. He keeps you there as you continue struggling for breath, sliding his thumb over your bottom lip and smearing your drool across your face.

When you’re finally allowed to pull back, you wrap your arms around yourself, shrinking inwards as you whisper, “Please. May I go now?”

“Huh?” He crouches down until his face is level with yours, crossing his arms over his knees as he sinks to the ground. You try to keep your eyes on his face - it’s practically glowing, his eyes wild and bright, their contrasting colors even more apparent. “We’re not done yet, sweetheart. Just taking a little break.”

You freeze for a second before scrambling backwards. It’s absolutely stupid, but - he said he wanted you to run. So he won’t get mad at you for trying one last time. And maybe it’ll work this time. Maybe you’ll get out. Maybe he was lying and he’s actually ready to see you go. Maybe seeing you run naked and sobbing onto the street will be enough to satisfy him, and he won’t chase you any farther.

He gives you five paces before pouncing, pinning you to the ground with one hand wrapped tight around your throat, turning you over so he can see the fear written on your face. “Guess what?” He whispers it into your ear before sinking his teeth into your neck, nearly hard enough to split your skin open. You feel something hard pressing into your stomach, swelling as you cry out in pain. “Break is over.” He drags his tongue over cheek and traces it down your jaw before kissing you right where the bite mark still glows red on your skin. Using both hands to pin your wrists down at your sides, he drags his way down your body, running his tongue over your breasts, your navel, around the triangle between your thighs. “I usually don’t care much about what’s fair, but - I really think I should return the favor.” His eyes flit down to your legs, squeezed tightly together. “Try to relax. This is supposed to be fun, right?” He works two fingers between thighs and prys them open.

You hold back a whimper as he dives into the space between, dragging the flat of his tongue voraciously over your hot cunt. He’s sloppy, ignoring the way your eyes are glued to his face as he tests and probes your cunt, teasing the opening and forcing his tongue inside, giving no pause before swallowing the sheen left behind. You have to squeeze your eyes shut. You have to tell yourself not to give in to the heat sweeping through your core, not to accept even a tiny bit of pleasure from the man defiling you, but - it’s so, so difficult. So strange to feel someone so obviously selfish pleasing you, even if it’s by accident, even if it’s just for his own enjoyment - you can’t stop yourself from pushing your hips shamelessly against his mouth. Can’t stop yourself from moaning as his fingers find your clit.

He pulls away, laughing at the whine that escapes from your mouth. “Tastes better than I thought,” he says. “But you - you’re reacting just like I thought. It’s like your mind’s melting away.” He pinches your clit between two fingers, and your eyes nearly roll back into your head. “You’re being controlled by this now.”

You just manage to shake your head. “No - no. I’m still - I don’t -”

He pounces on top of you again, thrusting his fingers into your open mouth. “Shhh. You don’t have to talk. That’s not what you’re here for.” He grinds against you, his cock already pushing at the entrance to your cunt as he fucks your mouth with his fingers, nearly making you gag as he pushes relentlessly into your throat. “You’re here to help me out, right? And you’ve been doing so good. So good for me.” You don’t want your stomach to flutter at the praise. Not here, not from him. You try your best to ignore it, tell yourself to close your eyes as he all but fucks your thighs.

When you try to screw them shut, though, he puts his pinky right on your eyelid and drags up, forcing it to flutter open again. “Ah-ah,” he says. “Keep your eyes open. I wanna see how this makes you feel.” He presses his hips hard against yours, guiding himself nearly all the way inside you in a single motion. “Fuck.” His eyes nearly close as he savors the feeling of you tightening around him, but he keeps them open just wide enough to see your lips open wide, forming an O around the fingers still scraping against your tongue. “I’m keeping you here forever. Understand?” The drool from his fingers smudges across your cheek as he grabs the sides of your face, squeezing as he shoves farther inside you, over and over again, only spurred on by the sloppy noises he hears every time the two of you connect. “Gonna be - gonna be my fucking toy forever. I’ll keep you on a fucking leash if I have to.”

All you can do is whimper and blink back your tears. He brushes his tongue across your face, licking them away as they overflow. “You look so scared. So mad.” He’s slowing himself down, now. Making it last. “It’s cute. Stay just like that, okay?” He presses on the corners of your mouth, forcing it deeper into a scowl. “So fucking cute.”

Your eyes match the anger he’s forced onto your mouth. Somehow, this moment feels worse than everything that’s come before. He’s playing with your face now. Trying to make it his, just like your body. And something about that - it breaks your daze. And your arms aren’t pinned anymore. There’s nothing you can do to make him stop, but. You feel the overwhelming urge to do something.

You reach up and slap him. Right across his pretty face, turning it sharply aside just as his cock buries itself all the way inside your cunt, reaching farther than you thought anyone ever could. His eyes widen, and his grip on your face tightens to a vise. You think that just once, you’ve managed to shock him.

Your faint sense of victory fades when you feel his cock pulse unmistakably inside you.

“Oh -” he sighs blissfully as he releases inside you, and you go limp as he collapses into your shoulder. A moment later, he turns his head and whispers in your ear. “Very interesting.” You can practically feel his grin radiating against your neck. “I’m definitely keeping you, now. So many things to try…” You squirm as he shifts on top of you, his face hovering right over your own. “And you’re gonna help me with every single one.”

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sweetyyhippyy · 3 years

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Versace on the Floor. Spencer Reid x Reader.

(Not my gif.)

Summary: After JJ and Will’s wedding, Spencer is in the mood. Spencer and reader to home and have a romantic night of sex.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Tw: Not for readers under 18! Teasing, heavy making out, mentions of alcohol, fingering, calling Spencer daddy, lots of praising, cream pie, language.

Word count: 3.2k

A.N.: So this is based around the song Versace on the Floor by Bruno Mars. I fee like I’m kinda bad at song based fics but I had to do this 😅 I hope you enjoy!! Italicized and indented lines are the song!

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Let's take our time tonight, girl Above us all the stars are watchin' There's no place I'd rather be in this world Your eyes are where I'm lost in Underneath the chandelier We're dancin' all alone There's no reason to hide What we're feelin' inside Right now

The team watched, hearts full and smiles on their faces as JJ and Will stood under the beautiful flower altar, exchanging their vows and wedding rings with Henry between them.

Spencer wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his body and pressing a kiss to your head. You melt into his side and rest your head on his shoulder, the perfect little shelf for you. You could feel his thumb slowly going back and forth against your side making you shiver and give him a look out of the corner of your eye.

As Will and JJ kiss, everyone claps and cheers, the officiator announcing them officially as husband and wife.

There was a beautiful dinner planned, full of lots of white wine for toasting and drinking, and lots of talking, laughing and good times. The whole dinner, Spencer’s hand never left your thigh, it was completely innocent as far as where his hand was placed, but she knew that he had other intentions deep down.

There was a bit of back and forth teasing while the two of you got ready for the wedding. He knew what seed you were planting when you asked Spencer if he could see any panty lines on your dress, and when he said yes, you slid your panties off immediately, and walked out of the room, making Spencer's head spin. To get his revenge on you in the least obvious way possible, he kept his hands on your waist the entire time you tied his bowtie, giving you a squeeze here and there until you finished. You already had a thing for ties in general, and for some reason it got you going when he let you tie his tie for him.

You held your hand out to Spencer, standing up from your chair. “Come dance with me?”

Spencer smiles up at you and takes your hand, leading to the makeshift dance floor in Rossi’s backyard, the yard lit up by beautiful lantern lights up above them.

You wrap both your arms around his neck, both of you lovingly looking into each other’s eyes as you sway back and forth to the soft music playing in the back.

“You are so beautiful, you know that?” Spencer says warmly. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, handsome.” You reply, gingerly kissing his lips.

The hold you two had turned into Spencer hugging you against him tightly, his head resting on your shoulder in turn. It was as if nobody else was around at the moment, in their mind it was just the two of them holding one another in complete bliss.

“You know I only want you, baby? I want you for the rest of my life.” Spencer says in your ear.

You let out a breathy laugh and rub your nails against his back. “You only want me? Forever? Are you sure? Forever is a long time, Spence.”

Spencer lifts his head up and looks into your eyes, his heart fluttering as you stare back at him. “Yes, I have never been so sure about anything.”

“Well I want you forever. If you think you can handle and keep up with me forever.”

Spencer bites his bottom lip to fight the smile threatening to surface. “The real question is whether or not you can handle me forever, pretty girl.”

“Why don’t we find out? You want to get out of here?”

Spencer nods his head and both of you go around the party saying bye to the rest of the team before walking out to their car. Before you get in the car, you feel Spencer come behind you, wrapping himself around your body, dropping his head down to kiss your bare shoulder.

“Starting off with a taste of what I’m going to get tonight?” You remark, your eyes fluttering closed as he continues to pepper your skin with his lips.

“I can’t help it.” He says simply.

“The sooner we get home is the sooner we can play.”

Spencer pulls back from your skin and opens the car door for you, closing it once you settle in the seat.

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So baby let's just turn down the lights And close the door Oooh I love that dress But you won't need it anymore No you won't need it no more Let's just kiss 'til we're naked, baby Versace on the floor

Spencer wanted to pounce on you the second you walked through the doorway into the house you two shared, and have his way with you on the couch, the kitchen counter, even on the dining room table. But his hands instead found their way to your hips as you walked through the hallway, pulling your back against his chest, his hands clinging to your body tightly.

“I love you.” He rasps, kissing the spot below your ear.

“I love you more.”

You walk into the bedroom together, Spencer still wrapped around your waist as he kicks the door behind you shut. His fingers find the straps of your dress and pull them down your shoulder, not missing an inch of skin with his lips. Your whole body shivered as you felt the stubble on his face rub against your skin, loving how it scratched against you.

“I do love that dress, and how it looks on your body, pretty girl.” He whispers, his hands raking over your body as he feels your entire torso. “But I think it’ll look even better on the floor.”

You hum in response, reaching your arm up to find his hair and wrap your fingers around the curls. Your whole body was buzzing; from the alcohol you were drinking earlier as well as Spencer’s touch, as the soft kisses continued in the middle of the room, there was nothing that you loved more than how soft Spencer could be with you.

Spencer pulls his head back and ushers you to the bed, instructing you to lay down and wait for him.

You watched as he kicked his shoes off and walked over to the dresser on the other side of the room, pulling the lighter out and lighting the plethora of candles you had one by one. The dark room lit up dimly as Spencer strategically placed the candles on both sides of their bedside tables. You smile as Spencer walks back to the bed, crawling up to you and dropping his head down to kiss your lips again.

Both of you were rolling around the bed, making out, heavily with one another. You managed to wrap your legs around Spencer’s waist, bringing him closer to you as he started to press his crotch against you, feeling how painfully hard he already was.

“I want you so bad, pretty girl.” Spencer whispers.

“I want you too, but I really want you naked. Sit up, babe.” You say, unraveling your legs from him.

He quickly gets up, watching as you pull at his bow tie and throw it off to the side of the bed. You slowly undo his buttons, your eyes not detouring from his. Once you reach the last button, you tug the white button up shirt up out of his pants and throw it out of the way too, leaving him in just his pants.

“You are so handsome, Spencer. I can’t believe you love me.” You praise, touching his body lightly.

“I should be the one saying that I can’t believe you love me. I’m so lucky.” His eyes were soft as he looked down at you. “Tonight is going to be about you, okay? I’m going to take care of you.”

You nod your head and pull him back down to kiss you. You two could have gladly kissed all night, but it was inevitable that with all of the touching and the clothes coming off that things were going to get hot and heavy.

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Oooh take it off for me, for me, for me, for me now, girl I unzip the back to watch it fall While I kiss your neck and shoulders

“Sit on the edge of the bed.” You instruct, rolling off the bed.

Spencer follows your directions happily, sitting right at the edge of the bed and glues his eyes on you as you hook your phone up to the speaker and start a playlist you and Spencer had come up with for sexy time. He couldn’t help but take his cock in his hand and begin to stoke it as you took your hair down out of its bun and let your hair fall down your back and scratch your scalp softly.

You finally walk over to Spencer, putting both of your hands on his thighs and pressing a light kiss to his lips. “You want me to strip for you?” You ask, making soft eyes at him.

Spencer nods his head quickly, licking his lips. His mind was mush, there was no way he could form actual, coherent words. His IQ was no longer 187, he was lucky if it was at 18 at this moment. You two had been a couple for 5 years and it still made him giddy to see you naked.

You smile at him before you turn around, swaying your hips to the beat of the music playing in the back, dropping down low into Spencer’s bare lap and teasing his throbbing cock by slowly grazing over it with your ass.

Spencer had never been more focused on anything in his life as hard as he was focused on your whole body. He watched the way you pushed your hair to one side of your shoulder and turned your head back to look at him as you danced. You were mouthing the words to the song with a sexy smile on your face. Your eyes were soft and innocent, but he could almost see the fire deep in them; the same fire that was in them every time you two got hot and heavy.

Spencer’s hands travel up your back, taking the zipper and pulling it down slowly as you grind against his lap. Once he hits the base of the zipper he slides the top down your chest and stops at your stomach. “Stand up, sweetheart.”

You stand up, your back still turned to him. Spencer helps you slide the dress off your torso and lets it fall and pool at your feet. Immediately his lips ghost against your neck, biting softly at the skin as he travels to your shoulder, his thumb stroking the other side. His hand cups one of your breasts, stroking your nipple to make it hard.

You giggle as his fingers continue to play with your nipple, your eyes fluttering closed. “That feels good.” You hum.

“You know what’ll feel even better?” Spencer whispers in your ear, pressing one more kiss to your cheek. His fingertips drag down your bare stomach, slowly trailing down to your pussy, not yet touching your clit but rubbing the skin just above it.

“Spence.” You whine, melting into his body. “More, please.”

“Whatever you want, pretty girl.” He responds, sliding his fingers into your folds and massaging your clit slowly.

“Fuck.” You shakily moan, gripping his arm and digging your nails into his skin. “That feels so fucking good.”

“Do you want me to make you cum, pretty girl? You want daddy to make you cum?”

You moan at the bedroom name, nodding your head in response. “Yes. Yes, keep touching me, make me cum, daddy.” You emphasize the name, moaning it out loudly.

“You want to marry me? You love me that much to spend the rest of your life with me? Be my wife?”

You didn’t know where this was coming from, and maybe it was the endorphins swimming around in your head from all the touch, or maybe it was the wine, but the thought sounded nice. “And if I do?” You respond.

“I will propose to you right now, y/n.”

You were in pure ecstasy as Spencer’s pace picked up on your clit, the sound of how wet you were against his fingers filled the room and was beyond obscene. The knot in your stomach tightened as you felt your pussy clench harshly, you were close and Spencer showed no signs of mercy.

“Spence, I’m going to cum.” You whimper, grinding your core against him to get more friction. “I’m going to cum.” You repeat.

“Go ahead, pretty girl. Cum on my fingers.”

With a few more circles around your clit, your body explodes, loud pleasurable moans falling from your mouth as you try to stay up against Spencer. You whine his name repeatedly, incoherently spouting “I love yous” as you come down from your high.

Spencer’s circles around your clit become lighter and more lazy as he feels you relax against him. “That’s my girl.” Spencer coos, kissing your cheek. “On the bed.”

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No don't be afraid to show it off I'll be right here ready to hold you Girl you know you're perfect from Your head down to your heels

You watch as he pumps his cock a few times before throwing your legs up onto his shoulders. You take the shaft of his cock into your hand and rub it against your clit, both of you moaning in unison.

“Spence.” You breathe out, running your free hand up his arm and over his bare chest, running your fingertips down to his stomach. “Baby I love you.”

He drops his head down, kissing your bare skin, holding your hips firmly and worshipping your body. “You are so perfect, sweetheart. Every single inch of you is flawless.” Spencer coos.

“Fuck me, Spencer, please.” You beg, you couldn’t take the teasing anymore, you needed him.

Spencer finally slides into you, taking a minute to gather his thoughts as he feels how soft and wet you were for him. He lays on top of you, thrusting in a staggered pace. He puts his arm under you, holding you close to his chest as he rutt into you harshly, finding a good pace once the clouds dispersed in his brain.

Your hand finds their way to his curls, holding his head close to your neck. The way his breath felt against your skin sent shivers down your spine. And his choked back moans sounded like music to your ears. You wanted this moment to last forever, you wanted to last forever with Spencer.

Spencer sits up onto his knees, not daring to pull out of you as he settles, pushing your legs back against you, gripping your thigh tightly. “You want to be mine?” Spencer asks, his eyes focused on hours.

“I already am yours, Spencer. I’m your girl.” You sputter out.

“You know what I mean, pretty girl.”

“Spencer Reid, I know you’re not proposing to me while you are fucking me.” You tease, giving him a laugh.

Spencer smiles down at you, licking his bottom lip. “No never.” He remarks. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing it slowly.

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Can you feel it, baby? It's warmin' up Oh, seems like you're ready for more, more, more Let's just kiss 'til we're naked Versace on the floor

Your head rolls back on the pillow as you feel your walls flood around his cock. “Fuck daddy, that feels so… fucking good, please don’t stop.” You plead, taking his free hand and leading it to your throat. Even though you two were having a change of pace with slow romantic sex, you still needed a bit of roughness in the mix.

Spencer’s hand clenches around your throat softly, watching as you open your mouth slightly and gasp at the feeling.

“Harder, it’s okay.” You moan.

Spencer obliges, applying more pressure to your neck and to your clit. You were a mess underneath him, eyes rolled back in your head and loud whimpering moans filling the room along with his skin slapping against yours.

“You’re going to make me cum again.” You pant out, sinking your nails into his thigh. “I want to-fuck-cum on your cock, daddy, I want you to feel it.”

“Yeah, pretty girl, yeah cum on my cock. I love how it feels when you clench around me.”

All it takes is a few more thrusts before you fall apart under him, whimpering as Spencer still was rubbing your now sensitive clit, making you jump at the sensitivity. Spencer lets go of your throat and lightly rubs it.

“You’re so pretty when you cum, sweetheart.” Spencer grunts, feeling how well you clenched around his cock and how sexy his name sounded as you moaned it out. He could feel his own end coming close. His mind raced as he tried to fight his orgasm back, trying to last a little longer for you, but he was too far gone.

You watched as Spencer’s face softened, his eyes screwed shut and his mouth falling open as he ruts into you harder. “Cum in me, daddy please. I want it in me, fuck please.” You beg, wrapping your legs back around him.

Spencer drops his body onto yours, his head settling in between your shoulder and neck, he was just as much a mess as you were moments ago. He kisses your skin again as you feel him spill into you, letting out a throaty grunt.

Both of you lay there, drunk on each other still. You rub his back that was slightly coated in sweat, waiting for him to come back to life.

“Baby, are you alive?” You poke, combing his hair back on his head.

Spencer laughs and picks his head up resting it on your forehead. “I’m good. Are you?”

You kiss his lips and nod your head. “I’m very good. Let’s get cleaned up, we need our cuddles.”

You both head to the bathroom to clean up, Spencer still being very touchy, feely with you as you washed your face after using the bathroom. You stare back at him through the mirror with a smile on your face.

Spencer chuckles, wrapping his arms around your waist. “What?”

“Ask me.”

Spencer cocks his head to the side, much like a puppy, and gives you a confused look.

“Ask you?”

You nod your head and turn around. “Ask me what you wanted to ask me while we were having sex… unless you didn’t mean it.”

“No, no, no, baby I-I meant it. I was just confused. Just, hold on. Wait here.” Spencer leaves the bathroom and walks back to the bedroom.

You don’t listen to him and follow him out to the bedroom, grabbing a fresh pair of underwear and a big shirt and slipping it on your body.

Spencer pops out of the closet with something in his hand. “I thought I told you to stay?” Cocking his eyebrow at you.

You grin and sit on the bed. “You know I’m not a very good listener.”

Spencer walks over with a smile on his face, sitting on the edge of the bed near you. “I love you with my whole heart, y/n. And I want to be with you for the rest of my life, maybe even longer. You make me the happiest I’ve ever been in my entire life, sweetheart. Will you marry me?” Spencer opens the velvet box revealing a ring.

“Wait, did you have this ring the whole time?” You ask.

“I’ve had it for about a month. I’ve been trying to find the right time to do it. But then the case ran so long and I forgot the box here. I didn’t think I would be proposing to you after sex but here we are.” He laughs. “So will you?”

“Yes, I’ll marry you.” You whisper, kissing his lips deeply.

Spencer smiles at you, removing the ring from the box and slipping it on your ring finger. “It looks good.”

“You know, we need to celebrate the fact that we’re engaged.” You smile deviously at him.

“You can go again?” Spencer asks in disbelief.

“Get a girlfriend with a high sex drive, they said.” You say, crawling up into his lap and straddling him. “It’ll be so much fun, they said.” You tease, kissing him again.

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goldilockswrites · 2 years

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Hey babe, can I ask for an angsty Damiano fic with prompts 18 + 20 from your list?

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Tell Me Everything

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Pairing: Damiano David x Reader (she/her)

Requested: Yes

Summary: Will Y/N let the stars take full control of her life or will she let go?

Warnings: Mentions of scars

A/N: Hi, guys! This is the last fic of 2021! This year, despite being one of the hardest was also one of the most rewarding years ever! Thank you to all the people who made it this great! See you in 2022! All the love, Axe <3

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The camera had a case made from raven dimpled aluminum, the lens jutted out on a highly polished brass-looking cylinder, finished at the end with a rim of more black metal. Two dials and an argent button poked out from the top; it bore the name Heloise. Delightfully heavy in her hands, it made magnificent mechanical rattling and clicking noises.

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(his pov) Monday. Ink eyes fell back to his veiny, cold hand; chipped, rough nails coated in black nail polish, two silver bands on his middle and pointer finger. Velvety fingertips caressed the white, lustrous metal surface of the first one - flat, icy band; a plethora of bright red tulips painted on top of it, indented letters on the side spelled - “Veni. Vidi. Amavi.” (“We came. We saw. We loved.”). A slight smile; edges of thin black lips turning up, brightening his whole face. The second - a fine ring with a french cut emerald stuck to the apex of the silver shank; shiny prongs holding the green gem in place. Another engraving - “Ars longa, vita brevis.” (“Art is long, life is short.”).

- Aldgate East Tube Station. - The monotone, robotic voice echoed off the white walls, metal doors opening with a loud screech.

There. In the crowd of grey T-Shirts, frowns, stares stuck to the floor and a couple of over-the-top fur coats and absurd hats, he spotted her. She, whom he didn’t know, was holding onto one of the metal poles, standing right behind an elderly lady who sat right next to the automated sliding doors. She, who had stolen his breath just by blinking, had a light layer of black eyeshadow smeared on her eyelids, dark pink gloss on her lips, and a single dangling earring on her right ear - three bright, red tulips, identical to the ones on the singer’s ring.

Without realizing what he’d done, the charcoal-eyed boy joined the huge mass of people, exiting the train two stops too early, far away from the street of his hotel.

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(her pov) Monday. Her calloused fingertips traced the smooth ingot surface of her camera. Heloise carved in aluminum. Ash eyes wandered around the crowd, stumbling over bright-colored mohawks, leather jackets, and braids, only to linger upon a ring. Scarlet Bokhara tulips. Identical to the ones that hung from her ears. The ones that were tattooed on her leg and the ones on the patches of her cinnamon backpack. The sketches in her father’s workshop; she could bet her head there was a Latin quote on the side of the argent band.

***

Now the camera sat on a sombre koa shelf, a sheer layer of dust coating its magnesium-alloy body. The table beneath littered with countless photo albums; late-night trips to Rockaway Beach, the view from Peillon, him.

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(his pov) London had so many faces. Sidewalks moved like a living, breathing creature; the roads - rivers of cars. Aged buildings that have seen the modern times, witnessed change, stretching toward the blue sky.

- Hey, watch where you’re going!

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(her pov) London had so many faces. The lemon-tinted gravel popped under her boots. All was hectic, blaring, real. Too real for her bubblegum brain. Y/N. Name stood bold, carved into the verdurous bench.

- Hey, watch where you’re going! - A plethora of red flecks on a ring. The stranger colliding with the ground.

***

Each photograph held a different story, just like each scar on her skin had a different tale, hidden deep beneath the bleached flesh.

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(her pov) All of a sudden golden daffodils seemed unimportant. Heloise hung low on her neck as she ran.

- Are you ok? - Voice, like a cascading waterfall. Brittle.

- Yeah, yeah, I’m alright. - Only now, she noticed his face and realized; he looked like art. His cheeks were flushed, a few messy strands framed his sculpted face. Sable irises hidden behind a row of long eyelashes. His nose; left nostril adorned with a thin steely ring, had a slight bump. Chapped lips, insides red from being continuously bitten.

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(his pov) All of a sudden golden daffodils seemed unimportant. Her gaze roamed around his face; he took his own time to observe her. Now that she was so close he noticed the little things. A small beauty mark on her jaw; the little scar on her forehead; the depth of her almond-shaped, stormy eyes. Realising his head was still on the gravel, he lifted his body off the ground; sleeves revealing his own blotches. Blues. Pinks. Purples.

- What’s your name? - He cursed himself for how apparent his accent was; words blurring, mouth feeling dry.

- Y/N. - A smile burned on her face. A genuine one. - And what’s yours?

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She left a trace everywhere she went, murmured her name to every mountain, repeated it like a mantra through all her travels, carved it into woods, bridges; until one day the names became two.

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(her pov)

- Damiano. - A smirk shone on his anthracite-colored lips and just for a second the girl longed to be reckless and kiss him.

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(his pov)

- Damiano. - She echoed and it sounded like it was meant to be.

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Rich, astringent wine filled her mouth, taste buds tingling from the pungency that washed over them. A knock.

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(his pov) 6 months later. The frostiness crawled in the room. Grimy fingers clawed at the pine door frames; gleaming hinges screeching; numbing breaths making goosebumps run down his spine. The man felt small; like a plastic bag being thrown around in the air.

- Amore? Are you ok? - Deja vu. Same question, just months apart. Y/N’s voice still sounded like pattering rain, each drop drumming on the umber roof.

- No… - He knew there was no point in lying because all she had to do to find out the truth was look at him. Waverly breaths and heaving weren’t the dead giveaways of being happy. He wasn’t sure, they could even be a sign of being ok.

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(her pov) 6 months later. Sunlight filtered through the cream voile curtains. Each gilded strand carefully woven in the braid of the sun. The sleep shooed away; constellations taken down from velvety skies; trees and wands of grass - magical.

- Amore? Are you ok? - It was a stupid question. She knew he wasn’t.

Tar-black strands, slightly wavy, a mess on his head; hands wrapped tightly around his shaking figure and at this moment she wanted nothing more than to hold him close, plant firefly-wings-gentle kisses to his temple and tell him everything will be alright. It won’t be, it never is. Both knew that, but sometimes believing that all will eventually get fixed was tempting.

- No… - His sobs wrecked her.

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The wine danced around the rim of the glass, a small drop staining the white carpet. A curse left her lips as she ran to the front door.

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(her pov) Cobwebs of cracks covered the cement. Heloise clutched tightly in Y/N’s hand as she shot - mountains, the sky, foxes, Damiano. I hope this never ends. It will. She didn’t expect a response. Not now, not here. What do you mean? The voice in her head continued conversing with the nothing, to whoever had decided to creep in her mind and talk.

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(his pov) Cobwebs of cracks covered the cement. The camera clicked delightfully, as she positioned him in front of trees and flowers. A chartreuse pocket knife used to carve their names. The wooden handle was hand-painted with red Bokhara tulips - flowers her father had an obsession with.

Unlike the silky petals, the blade digging in his skin stung, but now they were linked forever. His blood dripped with hers.

Then her silver eyes glossed over.

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Flashing sheets of icy droplets embraced his body. A tulle shirt draped over his ink-covered skin, tears pooling in his eyes; a bunch of red roses clutched in his hands. The argent band still wrapped around his ring finger.

- What are you doing here? - Y/N wanted to reach out and wrap her arms around him, but she couldn’t. They didn’t want her to.

- Tell me everything. - A cough left his throat and the woman pulled him into the apartment.

Damiano, having been pushed down on the cracked ground, tilted his head up, bloodshot eyes meeting her venomous gaze.

- You have scars. - The girl looked deep inside his irises. - Some of these weren’t caused by me.

- You aren’t telling me anything. - The man stumbled, his body lifted off the ground. All that met his words was the silence. - Talk, god damn it! - His fingers tightened around her wrist as the now-ruined flowers were clutched in her hold.

- Tell you what, Damiano! - She didn’t dare look at him, afraid she might ignite a new feeling; different than the hate she had convinced herself she felt. Perhaps the emotion was never new; it was just buried too deep inside.

- Y/N, stop! You can’t let crystals, stars and voices control your life. That shit isn’t real. - His grip forced her to look at him.

- To me it is! - The glass vase now filled with water, a few drops spilled on the marble counter.

- And what about me? Am I not real? Do you expect me to sit on the sidelines and pretend nothing happened? That we didn’t happen? - Heartbreaking screams wrecked him, fists slammed on the closest table.

- It’d be better if you did. - Poison laced with her voice.

- Fuck that. - In a split second his chapped lips were on hers. In his kiss she felt home. Waves crashed and thousands of cerise Bokhara tulips bloomed in the pit of her stomach.

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ibelongtowrath · 3 years

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I wonder how Mammon would react to a female MC squirting for the first time. like he's fucking her/pleasuring her so good that he gets them squirt.

Ooh, I had to write a little drabble for this! Hope you like! Tags/warnings: 18+/NSFW finger fucking, oral sex, mentions of female anatomy, squirting.

“Come on, baby girl, spread ya legs for me,” Mammon purrs into your neck.

Alternating soft kisses with hard bites peppered along your shoulder, a trail of reddened love bites coupled with small indentations of sharp teeth are scattered across the expanse of your bare skin like the stars that dot the Devildom sky. Your teeth bite into your bottom lip, stifling a low moan as your head drops back, hair dusting the hood of his display car atop the stairs.

“Mmm...come on, Mammon,” you chide the demon with a sigh, bringing your head back forward to look at him. “It’s getting late. We have classes tomorrow.”

“And here ya are, sitting on the hood of my car naked,” he retorts, biting harder into your skin.

“Ah- fuck! That’s because we just took a shower, to get ready for bed, and you carried me up here-”

“Are you complainin’, baby girl?”

“N-no,” you stammer your reply, pressing your thighs together as your arousal skyrockets, heart thrumming with desire.

Mammon grins up at you as your eyes meet his, sapphire blue glinting with accents of gold and mischief, holding your gaze steady for a few moments.

“Open yourself to me, baby girl, I wanna see that pretty pussy absolutely glistenin’ just for me,” Mammon pleads with a wink.

Within seconds, you feel yourself relenting as your heart swells in your chest, shoulders dropping as the tension melts. Leaning back, grimacing slightly at the feel of the cool metal kissing your skin, your legs lift into the air. Mammon’s smile stretches wide, his breath hitching at the sight of your excitement shining in the low, hazy lights of his bedroom. Carnal desire

“So wet for me already, doll,” he coos.

The smile doesn’t leave his face, nor his eyes yours, as he lowers himself to your breasts. Your breath catches in your throat as he places a gentle kiss on each nipple that hardens under his touch, the warmth of his breath on the sensitive buds adding a delicious sensation, shivering beneath him.

“Tell ya what,” Mammon coos, sucking a nipple into his mouth and smirking at the soft groan that escapes you. “I’ll just give ya a little somethin’ to help ya fall asleep. How’s that sound?”

The demon leaves you no time to answer, the question rhetorical as he slides a hand between your legs, rubbing circles around your clit.

“Ah- damn it, Mammon,” you gasp. “You know I can’t resist-”

The words are interrupted by another breathy gasp as he slides two fingers into your tight, wet core, causing your back to arch. Mammon smirks at your reaction, his digit dancing circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves, now swollen, practically aching with need as he pumps his fingers into you; he curls them with a skillful flick of his wrist in each thrust, pushing up and pressing against your walls until he knows he’s found that spot. Your hands desperately try to grip the metal beneath you, wishing you could dig your nails into something, anything, another wanton moan falling from your lips and taking his name with it.

“Mammon! Mph-”

“Keep singin’ so sweetly for me, baby girl,” Mammon husks, a low rumble vibrating in his chest at the feel of you on his fingers. “You’re so wet for me, you’re drippin’ all down my hand. I think I need to clean ya up.”

The demon drops to his knees slowly, a closed-mouth smirk tugging the corner of his lips up, those beautiful azure blue eyes painted with swirls of gold shining with desire and deviltry at what he is about to do to you. His nails find purchase on your thigh, as do his lips, placing small nips and kisses in a sultry trail up and into the soft, fleshy skin, methodically making his way towards your wet heat.

Using his tongue to part your lips, Mammon swirls it around your clit before sucking on it, eliciting a lewd cry of pleasure from deep in your throat, savoring the delicious sound of it ringing out across the otherwise still silence of his bedroom, save for the dull echo of his television playing a Devildrom drama at low volume on the first floor. He continues his ministrations, sliding a third finger into you, alternating between flicks of his tongue and sucking your clit into his mouth, lapping at your abundant wetness in between. Your slick coats his lips, and he moans against your skin.

“You taste like fuckin’ candy, baby girl,” the demon breathes, hungering for more. “I wanna taste all of ya.”

Legs shaking, your nails dig into your palms. Instinctively, you roll your hips towards Mammon’s face, increasing the pressure of his fingers and his tongue working in sinful tandem. Fuck. All of you desires all of him, when just moments ago you were ready to go to bed. A book bag filled to the brim with notes and Devildom tomes meant to be studied fall to the wayside, the thought of exam week the farthest thing from both of your minds.

Wanton moans full of desire escape you with every pump of his fingers, the way he flicks his tongue at your clit; Mammon can’t help himself as he, too, moans against your deliciously warm skin. A slight rumble emanates from deep within his chest, purrs of contentment at being able to please his human quickly turn into deep vibrations, pulling away from your hips to let out a growl as your hand reaches for your breast, back arching, rolling a nipple between your fingers. Every nerve ending on your skin feels electrified, lust and want and pure need occupying all parts of your mind and your body.

“Mammon-”

The sound of his name falling from your lips causes Mammon to growl again, louder this time, the sound deep and primal and animalistic in its timbre. He doubles his efforts, pumping into you harder, pressing into that sweet, sensitive spot.

“Come on, baby girl, keep singin’ for me,” he breathes, barely able to control his own voice.

As Mammon presses against your sweet spot, curling his fingers up towards your belly, an unfamiliar sensation takes over. You suddenly feel an uncomfortable urge, and your eyes fly open, your hand falling from your breast as you grip the sides of the metal hood.

“W-wait, Mammon-”

The pleas are cut off by lewd gasps in tempo with each of his movements and your breaths, growing in pitch with each consecutive sound. Your walls tighten around Mammon’s fingers, release imminent, and he grins, grazing his teeth lightly across the sensitive bundle of nerves. The strange pressure slowly begins to build, coupled with the buildup of your orgasm, and the sensations are nearly too much to bear, digging your nails into the palm of your hand.

“Cum for me, baby girl,” Mammon instructs, unrelenting in the movements of his fingers.

The embers of your release flare to life as if on cue, your head dropping back as your hand flies to your hair, raking your fingers through the soft strands. Waves of pleasure shudder throughout your body, traveling up your spine, heart pumping feelings of bliss and euphoria to every cell in your body, back arching and writhing. The tension in your belly snaps as suddenly, a gush erupts from between your legs in droplets that rain down your thighs, rivulets of pleasure pooling beneath your legs onto the hood of his car as you scream his name.

“Look at that, baby, ya made a mess of yourself all over my car.”

Mammon chuckles, wiping his face with the hem of his white tank top. His grin grows wider as he watches you clap a hand over your mouth in realization and the way you sit up frantically, eyes widened and a furious heat rising in your cheeks.

“D-did I just... squirt?!” you squeak the words as you pull your hand from your mouth, looking down at the puddle between your legs.

“You did, baby girl, and it was fuckin’ delicious,” Mammon purrs, “and I ain’t gonna waste a single drop.” The grin remains as his eyes stay on yours; he lowers his head back down between your legs, never taking his gaze from you as he begins to lap at the sweet, clear fluid of your excitement.

“And, well, shit... I think I’m gonna make ya do it again and again, but this time on my bed... I want ya to soak the sheets, baby, until your legs are shakin’ and you’re beggin’ me to stop.”

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simpingfortheages · 3 years

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//YOU WANT SOMEWHERE TO SIT?//

Ms Venable x Fem Reader

(SMUT PACKED! CANING, DEGRADING,THIGH RIDING, EDGING, MANIPULATION, PRAISE)

Gallant and the reader seem too close to each other for Me Venable's liking. Something ignites in Ms Venable and she doesn't like it . Not. One. Bit.

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Outpost 3 was a prison. It was the same damn routine everyday- wake up, get dressed,go to lunch and then join everyone in the common room. It's sickening but bareable. It's bareable only because of Gallant. Over the past 2 years we have become quite close to each other, if someone didn't know that Gallant was gay and I was a full blown lesbian . One would swear we were a couple.

Everyone was all currently gathering in the common room, either ready to read a book or simply gossip about the secret affair that has been taking place being the back of Ms Venable between the two greys. What did you expect? There's not much to do in this hellhole anyway . As I made my way towards the common room, I spotted Gallant, who was currently sitting on the couch talking to Coco about the next style he would like to try on her hair. I sauntered my way over and took a sat right in his lap, his hands automatically wrapping around my waist,not bothering to stop his conversation with Coco as my arm nestled upon the back of his shoulders. I unknowingly brought my hand up and played with Gallant's hair while I daydreamed about the leader of Outpost 3. Ms Venable. The intimidating, prestine,squared shoulders leader. She really is a sight for sore eyes, the way she carries herself is quite attractive. From her perfectly painted dark lips to the shape of her sharp eyebrows. The click of her cane the against the concrete floor doesn't fail to have a cold tingle run up my spine. Yes she scares me,I gay panic around her all the time that's why you would never catch me breaking her rules. Lost in my dazed state I failed to hear the click of her cane as she entered the dimly lit common room. "Ms Y/L/N, do you not know where the seats are located?" She seethed between her teeth. Out of shock I snapped out of my daydream and quirked an eyebrow in her direction, " I'm sorry What?" I asked. " I am sorry what Ms Venable" she corrected me with annoyance dripping in her voice. "Why are you sitting on Mr Gallant' s lap? Can't a daft moron such as yourself see that there are multiple areas elsewhere?" Ms Venable snapped. Her response stirred something inside if me. I didn't realise but I scoffed outloud at her question. " Ms Venable I don't see why it's such a problem I'm not breaking your rules. I am in the outpost, I referred to you as Ms Venable and Gallant's dick isn't inside me for us to make a baby." I snarled,not before mumbling silently ," not that I would want that anyway..."

Me Venable's hand tighten the grip she had atop her cane. I am pretty sure they were digging into her the skin of her palm ,leaving indents. Her chest rose with anger and the slight flare of her nostrils didn't go missed as well. Without hesitation she said 2 words, " bring her". I went without a fight as the Iron fist dragged me from Gallant's lap. Everyone was arguing and yelling, but no one dared to pull me from the Iron Fist's hands. That was a no no. It would result to them getting the same punishment as me. I couldn't help but whince at the thought of getting whipped I've seen the aftermath from Gallant's back. It was gruesome ,they took aleast 2 months to fully heal, but of course he still had the scars. I wasn't going to cry and give her the satisfaction of knowing how much she scared me. She was a sadist. An evil yet hot sadist,either way what she was doing is wrong. While being dragged, Ms Venable stopped and whispered some thing in the Iron Fist's ears to which the fist only grunted in reply. There was confusion painted on my face as we began to pass the Outpost's turn to head into the basement. Where was she taking me? Am I getting thrown out, all for sitting on Gallant's lap?? Fuck! Fuck! I closed my eyes tight in hopes that I passed out before they could do my anything . The only thing I felt was me and my dress being dragged across the dingy floor of the outpost. After a few minutes of being pulled by the Iron fist. I heard the opening of a wooden door,before I could register what was going on. I was roughly thrown against the ground. The adrenaline that was coarsing through my veins , numbed my fall. The door was slammed closed and locked???, she locked the door? Why'd she do that ?...momentarily I was lulled into a false sense of safety and lonliness, that was until I heard the click of her cane again. I struggled to get onto my feet since the wind was also knocked out of me. Ms Venable was making her way to sit behind her large oak wooden desk. I paid attention to my surroundings as i stood up...the realisation dawned on me . I was in her chamber, which was the furthest room for the common room. She could shoot me and the thick stones and great distance will also cover the sound. I was so fucked. There I was standing, infront Ms Venable,trying to dust off the dirt that accummulated on my dress.

The sound of my dress crinkling bounced off the concrete walls. Too intimidated to even look at her, when I was done. I just twiddle with my thumbs. Ms Venable peirced the silence in the air, " Come here." She snapped coldly. I swallowed thickly and moved turtle pace towards here. "Hurry up Ms Y/L/N" her voice now filled with impatience. I hastened my steps and stood on the opposite side of her desk. As I looked at her face, there was a scowl that made its way to her plump lips. "Not there. I meant here" she stated. Her sentence was accompanied with the movements of her gloved hands. She was gestering to the floor. I maneuvered my way around her desk and stood before her as she swivels her chair to face me. The distance was miniscule. My ruffled dress was now brushing against the material her clean dress. Ms Venable's growl was low and guteral. "On your knees." She commanded. I was shocked at her words "Excuse me?" I commented. "You heard me" she replied quickly. A nervous chuckle escaped my lips. Out of fear, I submitted I looked away from her gaze and proceeded to get on my knees. As I did so, Ms Venable parted her legs. I couldn't help but blush at the act, this however didn't go unnoticed by her. All for sudden Ms Venable grabbed hold of my wrist, digging her sharp manicured nails into my skin. She managed to rip small whimpered from me. "I know the truth Ms y/l/n . I see the way you react when I enter a room. How hot and bothered you are right now kneeling for me like the filthy slut you are." She stated in raspy voice . Not listening to her words I was consumed with embarrassment. She knows, she knows, she fucking knows! I tried to yank my wrist away from her grasp but her hold was stronger. She sunk her nails further into my skin. "Ahh please Ms Venable." I begged in a pathetic manner. "Hmmm this is new? Where has the big bad attitude gone." Ms Venable said with a smirk tattooed on her face. I stayed silent. "Strip." Was all she said. My eyes opened wide with at her words. Out of reflex I stumbled back murmuring the words no repeatedly. What the hell is happening? I needed to get out. She is insane. What was I thinking? Having a liking to this woman. I made quick notions to shift away from her, only for my actions to be stopped . She was stepping down on the back of my dress with her black boots. "And where do you think you are going?" She questioned in a condescending manner. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. My throat was parched. " your punishment didn't even start." My eyebrows knitted together in fear of what she has planned. I grabbed the back of my dress and yanked on it, freeing it from the soles of her boots. I bolted making my way to the door to escape I don't know where but I wanted to be anywhere. Just anywhere but here. The atmosphere was stifling and heavy, which made the air hard to breathe. " Oh my Ms y/l/n I won't just do that... we wouldn't want to have Mr Gallant's scars renewed. I am sure you remember how long to took for him to recover." My movements were halted,my back was facing her . I slowly released out a very audible shakey breathe. I turned around to look at Ms Venable,only to see her motioning me to come to her with her finger in a beckoning gesture. Unwillingly I made my way back to her,tears pickled in the corner of my eyes. " now strip" she recited once again. I faced the floor as I slowly began to unbutton the top buttons of my dress. "No i want you to look at me while you do it" she demanded. I summoned all the courage I had to meet her piercing brown eyes. She was taking my dignity and she knew it. She enjoyed seeing me crumble .When i was done, I stood in nothing but my underwear. I quickly covered my breast with hands,which Ms Venable didn't like. She yanked my hands away and shamelessly roamed her eyes all over my body.

"Hmmm" was all she said while biting her bottom lip. This felt like forever, like all of time stopped,dragging out this moment. " bend over my desk" Ms Venable said. I didn't even bother to rebel against her anymore. Just get it over with Y/N and I can lock this memory away. I slowly bent myself at the waist and pressed my breast against the cold desk. My hands rested beside my head against the bare desk . I squeezed my eyes closed once more trying to control my breathing. " you will get ten and for each one you will said please again Ms Venable." She said. Ten What??? I thought. Without thinking I nodded my head against the desk in confirmation to whatever she meant, she didn't like my lack of words so she grabbed the sides of my hips ,digging her nails once more into my skin. " Yes yes okay Ms Venable please I will" I cried out. She laughed lowly at my reaction. From the corner of my eyes I saw her grab her cane. "Wha- Ms Venable please that will hurt me, please not that"i pleaded. My cries fell on deaf ears. She didn't care. She flashed a smiled lipped smile at me.

*WHACK* the pain I felt on my rear was immense,my knees almost gave out at the sharp and lasting pain . Yet i managed to spit out the words " again-...ple-se Ms Venable". After 15 minutes of prolonged torture the tenth lash was bestowed upon me. My voice raspy and almost gone from pleading ..." thank you *sniffle*Ms *sniffle* Venable". Suddenly I felt a pair of hands groping my ass, massaging it in a pleasant way. I couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of both the pleasure and pain. My legs twitched at the feeling. " I know you liked it Y/N" she whispered. My breathe hitched at the fact that she used my first name. Ms Venable stood even closer behind me and pressed her entire clothed front fully on my ass. Ms Venable was grinding against me. A mewl escaped my lips at the feeling. " didn't you like it y/n?" She asked. To embarrassed by the truth, I shook my head no. Ms Venable yanked me by my hair causing my back to arch and my neck to tilt backwards. She then leaned over and pressed herself against my back. I could have felt how erect her nipples were through the fabric. She was getting off on this. "Don't you dare lie to me now my little one" she whispered into my ear,as she did so Ms Venable licked a strip up the cartilage of my ear. I shivered at the action. " The slick dripping from between your legs says otherwise."I could hear the smile in her tone. She roughly pushed my head forward causing my head to jerk forward . She returned to her chair and waited until I turned around to face her. "Come here little one" she said again. I began to kneel once more,only for her to say "No I meant here this time" . This time she was referring to her lap. The colour of pink covered my ears and my chest. I was flushed. With maintained intense eye contact Ms Venable rolled up her dress revealing her smooth shaved and toned legs. I could have seen her purple lace underwater peaking right at me, where she stopped her dress. "You want somewhere to sit ? You want to sit on someone's lap little one? Sit on mine." She scowled. With shaking legs I gently straddled her thighs. I hovered over her thighs with my knees holding me up in either side on her lap. Ms Venable found her hands on my hips and pulled my down onto her left thigh. I jumped at the contact. My clit was swollen and throbbing. I was heavily aroused. Out of reflex I tried to move, but Ms Venable didn't allow it. "No no little one" she cooed at me " you're gonna take it." She finished her sentence with a smile. I whimpered and nodded in reply.

The outpost leader began moving my hips against her thighs encouraging me to move. Out of desperation I started to grind against her thighs faster,ready to relieve the ache that she created. "Slow down my little one..." she tightened her hold on my hips making me slow my movements. " Hmmm that's it, ride me baby" my breathing got heavier as did hers. The smell of Ms.Venable' s perfume and my arousal that was currently coating her leg was the only scent that invaded my senses. It was intoxicating. A foreign feeling began to build in my lower stomach,my eyes were struggling to keep open as they were going to roll to the back of my head any moment. My hands held on to her shoulders to stable myself. "Mmm Ms Ven-ohh Ms Venable can hmm I cum?" I struggled to get out . "No" was all she said. " hold on a little longer. I enjoy seeing you like this" . My face twisted in pain and pleasure. The knots in my stomach was tightening, ready to burst at any second. Oh but Ms Venable knew that. She fed off of that. After 3 minutes I begged again,"please please oh fuck Ms Venable please can I??? can I cum for you?". "No you don't have my permission,but you are oh so close aren't you?" She mocked me. I sob in sexual frustration at her mockery. Ms Venable leaned her face closer to my ears and began nibbling at the tip. While her other hand was removed from my hip and found it's place on my erected nipple. She twisted and pulled until I watched against her." Break my rule you little slut. Break this one rule. Cum without My permission"she teased. I shook my head side to side . I was going to be good and show her. Ms Venable admired me for such an act. But she wanted to see me crumble. She removed her hand from my nipple and slowly made her hand reach my clit. Her talent slender finger, slid in between my folds with ease,applying pressure and rubbing me. I couldn't hold it back anymore. I came without her permission. She wanted that. She wanted me to break her rule. I soaked her thigh with my fluids. As i looked down I saw her remove her hand from my clit. I whimpered at the loss of contact. Her hand and my clit were still connected by a string of my arousal. Ms Venable locked eyes with me as she took her 2 fingers and sucked off my cum. I moaned at the sight. She then removed her fingers with a loud pop. After she did so, she took her same wet fingers that were now covered with some of my cum and some of her spit and held them up to my mouth. I parted my lips and I accepted her slender fingers. All the while keeping eye contact.

This was a distraction that she did. While I took her fingers into my mouth. Ms Venable lifted her thigh,pressing my clit directly to her thighs that were covered with my slick. I squealed at the sudden pressure on my already sensitive overestimulated clit. I tried to move away but she tore her fingers away from my mouth and returned her grip on my hips,"that's it baby take it,take your punishment like my good filthy slut" she praised. I nodded in response and proceed to grind against her thighs . It's didn't take me long to get worked up again. She could have seen that i was holding back. Feeling sorry for me this time," Cum all over me baby. I am here" she cooed softly. My back arched against her chest, my sensitive nipples rubbing against the front of her fabric. As i threw my head back, Ms Venables's lips found my neck. She sucked and bit my pulse point. I released and whimpered as i came the second time . She kept marking me as I came down from my high. I then rested my head in the crook of her neck as i tried to regulate my breathing. I almost dozed off if it wasn't for Ms Venable grabbing my face by my jaw. I looked at her with hooded eyes, her face milimeteres away. My lips were slightly parted as the warmth of each of our breathe were felt on our faces. Ms Venable then stuck her long tongue out and slowly licked my lips. I shuddered at the action. As I go to close the gap, the slim finger that was once coated with my arousal was press against my lips.. With confusion etched on my face, Ms Venable opened her lips and spoke," now will you sit on anyone else's lap?" She asked. "No Ms Venable "I replied . She smiled," who you belong too now?" She questioned. "I belong to You Ms Venable" I said with a voice thick with lust and tiredness. " that's my good girl." She praised me once more. Ms Venable then slowly removed her finger and leaned into kiss me. As we both did so, I couldn't help but repeat her words "....your good girl."

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lonelyyinchicago · 2 years

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“you only want me when i’m taken” pt7

regulus reached out blindly as he felt his lungs shrink in his chest. james gripped his waist securely, preventing him from collapsing. he held out regulus’ spare inhaler, feeling a small something in his stomach when regulus’ eyes softened as he took it.

james’ cheeks burned when regulus looked down at the hand that was wrapped around his waist. he promptly let go, and regulus leant his head back against the glass of greenhouse three. he slid down the side panel, landing on the floor with a thud.

his head fell into his chest, several dark curls falling to cover his face. his lungs still felt tight and his eyes began to water as the inhaler’s effect took a while to kick in. without james’ hand on his chest regulus sat on the floor for five minutes before his breathing steadied itself. he slowly raised his head, opening his eyes. james was looking down at him, his brown eyes soft with concern.

regulus blinked a couple of times before raising an eyebrow suggestively. james broke the eye contact with an uncomfortable clearing of his throat.

“well?” regulus asked, looking up at the older boy.

his eyes were hard, the grey sparkling somewhat as the dying rays of sun coupled with the tears that had gathered. he brushed his out of place curls back behind his ear giving james a clear look at his face.

james stopped breathing momentarily as he took in regulus’ appearance. the rims of his eyes were red and the skin at the end of his nose was dry and peeling from having been rubbed and blown numerous times.

“hey” james started softly, sitting down against the greenhouse next to regulus. “can i kiss you?”

regulus’ eyebrows almost met as he hesitated, and james dipped his head, shaking it slightly in embarrassment. after a thought regulus nodded, and his eyes fluttered closed, waiting for james’ lips to finally return to his after their misadventure.

his eyes opened suddenly at the contact as james placed a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose. he pulled away to see a smirk tugging at james’ lips.

“really?” regulus asked with a roll of his eyes.

james adjusted himself so he was sat directly opposite the youngest black brother. regulus crossed his legs, his head back against the wall of the greenhouse. he looked down his nose at james who was merely watching him. regulus broke the eye contact and began fiddling the his shoe laces, running the thin black threads through his pale fingers. james followed his movements, content with just seeing his boyfriend so relaxed.

the sun had disappeared behind the forbidden forest and regulus’ skin was no longer glowing. instead, heavy shadows were covering his face, his high cheekbones highlighted in such a way that he looked gaunt. james reached out to caress the sharp features, but regulus moved his head away from the outstretched hand.

“i still want an explanation.”

james let his hand fall and he began picking blades of grass from near his feet, suddenly unable to look at regulus.

“i-it umm” james whispered. “it wasn’t my fault.”

“hmm?”

james raised his head slowly. regulus had brought his knees back up under his chin and wrapped his arms tightly around his body, distancing himself from james.

“she kissed me” james emphasised. “i didn’t want it. at all” he added.

james waited patiently for regulus look at him, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. eventually regulus’ grey eyes met the brown eyes.

they were looking at him imploringly, soft and vulnerable in a way regulus had never seen them before. he watched as james refused to blink and they clouded over, tears beginning to build.

“there’s no need to cry” regulus told him, his voice flat.

“BUT YOU DON’T BELIEVE ME” james suddenly exploded.

regulus jumped at the shout, his eyes widening as james stood up over him. he shrank back into himself, wrapping his arms tighter around his body, gripping so hard he left nail indentations in his skin.

james’ soft expression returned the moment he saw regulus’ flinch. he dropped to his knees in front of the slytherin whose eyes had been squeezed shut since james’ initial shout.

“can i touch you?”

james waited patiently for a minute until regulus nodded without opening his eyes. when he felt james place his warm hand on top of his own, regulus opened his eyes, his dark eyelashes untangling themselves as he blinked to clear the gathered tears.

regulus slipped his fingers between james’, letting his older boy’s strong hold steady him. james potter carefully pulled regulus to his feet, his thumb moving back and forth across the back of regulus’ hand.

james led them between greenhouses three and four, his head still hanging lower than usual. regulus stopped suddenly, pulling james to a stop.

regulus retracted his hand, and james looked down at his own nervously. regulus stepped forward, closing the gap between the two boys.

“hey” regulus mumbled from below james’ chin. “you can look at me, you know.”

james cleared his throat awkwardly and pushed his glasses further up his nose. he tilted his head to look down at the slytherin before waiting for regulus to continue.

“i do believe you” regulus said, choosing not to comment on the audible sigh james released at his words. “but that doesn’t mean i’m still not hurt.”

“i know. and you have every right to be hurt and i’m so sorry, reg.”

james placed his arms over regulus’ shoulders, pulling him closer into his body. regulus let his forehead fall into the gryffindor chaser’s chest. he felt one of james’ fingers slip under his chin, forcing his head up. he froze in james’ arms when he saw james start to lower his lips towards his own.

“it’s okay” regulus assured him, stopping james’ advances. “but i-i don’t want to kiss you right now. please?”

james immediately stood up straight but his arms stayed around regulus’ neck.

“you want to just go for a walk?”

“no.”

james couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips when regulus buried his face back in his chest. james stood there with his arms around his boyfriend for a few minutes before lowering his head to press a gentle kiss onto the top of regulus’ dark head.

as his head lowered towards regulus’, james potter finally heard the small sniffles regulus had been trying to hide.

“reg?”

james tried to step back to get a better look at the slytherin but regulus held onto the back of james’ sweatshirt, keeping his head deep in the thick material.

“reg?” james repeated, his voice rising in concern.

regulus sniffled in response. he lifted his head, his eyes red and bloodshot.

“what happened?”

“i don’t know” regulus whispered into the material. “i don’t know but i don’t want you to go.”

“go?” james questioned. “i promise, i’m not going anywhere, okay?”

james felt regulus nod against his chest and began gently running his fingers through the dark curls. regulus’ tight grip on james loosened as the tears stopped.

he pulled away from the gryffindor chaser, a small, sad smile on his face.

“i’m okay” he told james. “let’s go back inside.”

“you don’t have to say that for my sake” james said, resuming the running of his thumb across the back of regulus’ hand. “it’s okay if you’re not.”

regulus nodded but began leading the way out of the greenhouses. james’ eyes narrowed as he let himself be led back out to the castle. he blinked a couple of times, trying to make out the shape that was hovering near the open doors of the first greenhouse.

“you okay?” regulus asked as james’ pace slowed considerably.

“yeah.” james replied after another minute of staring into the dark. “yeah - let’s go get dinner.”

regulus nodded, trying to following where james’ eyes were looking. he couldn’t help the gasp that escaped him as his eyes landed on a messy ginger bun that was visible just above the rim of a stack of plant pots.

“HEY!”

“reg?”

james span on the spot as regulus ripped their hands apart and began running back down the path towards the greenhouses.

“HEY I CAN SEE YOU EVANS.”

james froze momentarily, before sprinting after his boyfriend. he watched from a few metres behind as the slytherin’s fingers disappeared into his pocket closing around what james knew was the handle of his wand.

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yanyan-stuck · 3 years

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for kinktober how about caliborn being a "chubby appreciator" he is canonically

KinkTober Day 26: Chubby Appreciation with Caliborn

You shifted in bed for a few seconds before sitting up. You stretched your arms above your head and yawned before pulling them back down and looking around the room. Your eyes followed the shapes of the furniture in the messy room you shared with Caliborn, and when you looked to the door of the bed, your eyes landed on him.

He wasn't facing you, instead being hunched over his desk. You could see his arm moving, and you assumed that he was drawing. You continued looking through the room, more bored than anything else, and when you looked back to Caliborn, he was standing up and facing you.

He walked to you, with a smile on his face. It wasn't his usual smirk though, so you were unsure of whether you should be afraid or not. He climbed up onto the bed, and you froze in place when he snaked his arms around you. You could feel him gently running his hands over your clothes with surprisingly light touches. He would occasionally touch you more roughly, but it would be rare, and only for a couple of seconds.

You felt him place his head into your shoulder, pressing his face against the cloth as if he wanted it to swallow him and keep him close to you. You relaxed slightly, trying to let your guard down and hoping that he was actually trying to be nice, as rare as it was He moved his head away after a few more seconds, before completely prying his body off of yours. He stood up at the foot of the bed and held both of his hands out to you.

You hesitated for a second before grabbing them, and you used his hands for stability and support as you stood up. He pulled you closer to him again for a second, firmly hugging your body, before releasing you once more and reaching towards the hem of your shirt. He pulled it off before you had the chance to complain, and once it was on the floor, he moved his hands back to your waist. You could feel him running his hands over your soft skin, and when you looked at his face, he didn't seem to be as malicious as usual.

He moved his hands to your chest, still gently touching it. You felt him run his hands along it, lightly brushing his thumbs against the skin. He continued to gently caress your skin with his hands for a few more seconds, when you felt him lower his mouth to your chest. You could feel his lips press against your pillowy chest, and you could feel as he began to kiss it even more, sometimes lightly sucking or nipping at the skin. He pulled away to watch his hands more, placing them back onto you, right below your chest.

You could feel his nails trailing along wherever he touched with the pads of his fingers, and he slightly indented your skin with his finger tips. You heard him let out a light sigh as he lovingly traced shapes over your plush skin. He started to trace your curves and rolls out with the palms of his hands, still acting in a way that was uncharacteristically soft and almost kind, even. His hands slowly trailed their way down to the hem of your pants, gently squishing your skin periodically before they got there.

He unbuttoned them and pulled them off of you, and your whole body tensed up. You tried to calm yourself down, and convince yourself that he was going to be nice. It was incredibly difficult, but you eventually managed to calm yourself down most of the way. He pulled your underwear off afterwards, gently lowering the fabric down your large legs, not being shy about letting his hand touch the skin of your thigh slightly the whole way down.

After you were completely naked, he let you get back on the bed, and followed closely behind. He got on top of you, and continued to touch your skin and kiss it, starting at your chest again. He slowly moved down to your stomach, gently kissing and resting his head against the soft, pillowy skin there. His hands continued to slowly roam your body, carefully feeling the fat that was dispersed over your body.

He pulled his head away, and sat up, pulling his hands away as well. You let out a slight whine, and he just smiled at you. You held eye contact with him, a pleading expression on your face, but our of the corner of your eye, you saw him moving his hands down lower to your skin, and you could feel him starting to touch you again. You let out a slight gasp that faded into a slight moan at the location of it.

He used one of his hands to pleasure you, and used the other one to touch the rest of your body, trying to get you worked up even further. After a few minutes of just touching you with his hands, he leaned over your body again, still using his left hand to touch and pleasure your crotch. You closed your eyes in pleasure, and you felt his lips press against your skin again, this time starting on your stomach. He kissed his way down your stomach, straight down to your groin.

He moved his hand away, and replaced it with his mouth. He moved his hands to rest on your thighs, and began to lick and suck at you. You moved your hands to his head, trying to get him to move the way you wanted him to. He continued to do this, you could feel him squishing your thighs with his hands as he sucked and licked at your genitals. You could feel yourself cumming, and he continued to lick until you were finished.

He pulled away, leaving one last gentle and sweet kiss on your most sensitive area of skin before he did so. He led you into the bathroom, and opened the shower to let you get in. You did, and as you washed yourself, you wondered what had caused Caliborn's seemingly sudden change in heart, with the way he treats you. You realized that you hadn't done much to act against him recently, and you wondered if that was the reason, or just one reason.

You heard Caliborn enter the room again though, so you got out of the shower. He had a towel for you, as well as a pair of pajamas. You dried off and got into your pajamas. You followed him back into the bedroom, where he stood next to the bed. You glanced at him quizzically, before getting onto the bed and sitting down. You got ready to lay down again when you felt Caliborn crawl into the bed after you and place his head in your soft lap. You let out a light sigh, and instead started gently petting his head.

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bakugohoex · 3 years

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“really, again?”

pairings: atsumu miya x female reader, hajime iwaizumi x female reader and tetsuro kuroo x female reader

cw: aged up, language, nsfw (breeding kink, nipple play, hair pulling, fucking (obvs), slight expeditionist)

word count: 1900+

a/n: i promise, my requests will start being done soon, i know i always promise this, but i had this idea cause i found it funny sorry

summary: in which you find yourself being fucked senseless by your favourite boy, an interruption occurs to you never gaining the release you need

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atsumu miya

“Such a good little cumslut for me.” He groaned into your ear; your day had blurred into this one single moment. How you had come to see Atsumu whilst he was at practice bringing cupcakes you had made at work and here you were in the MSBY changing rooms being fucked onto the lockers.

“Atsumu.” You moaned as his thrusts became quicker and harder. Almost being able to see him indent his lengthy cock in your stomach. “I need to cum.” You moaned into his ear, your legs had been wrapped around his waist, your shirt unbuttoned, and his shirt being chucked to the side.

Maybe a quickie wasn't a good idea, especially with the threat of his team mates coming in at any second. “Come on slut, let me cum with you.” His thrusts continued, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt him grip your ass. You knew you’d be able to see the indent of his nail afterwards, which would make him horny and fuck you again.

“Such a dirty little thing, coming here wearing that for my teammates to see.” He muttered in your ear, leaving breathless kisses along your neck. It felt intoxicating with his hand massaging your nipples that he loved so much, in this short time, Atsumu had already sucked on them and left bites all around your breasts. You could feel your cum coil up inside of you ready to cream all over his cock, but the sound of chatters had gotten louder, and the sight of the door opening had made the situation a lot worse.

“Yeah, i saw Y/n and Atsumu come out of the gy…” Bokuto trailed off seeing how your whole body was practically on show and Atsumu’s cock had been stuffed inside of you.

Sakusa looked between the two of you shrugging and spoke, “really again?” He had caught you multiple times fucking and had gotten used to it going to his locker and grabbing some wipes and spray to clean the surface. He had kept some not only for his own hygiene but for moments like this.

“I’m so sorry.” You whisper trying to cover yourself with Atsumu who had stopped thrusting and had a grin on his face.

Hinata and Bokuto both looked between the two of you, Atsumu’s cock just being out without a care in the world, “if you guys wanted to watch we’d have let you.”

“Atsumu.” You scowl as you try to find your clothes, seeing the discarded bra and shirt, you wear it trying to find the skirt that had been thrown away.

“Here.” Sakusa wearing gloves had picked up the skirt and passed it to you. You could feel the heat rush to your face, this was embarrassing, it had been fine when Sakusa had seen it because he genuinely didn't care but Bokuto and Hinata were another story. They were like brothers to you and now they had seen you stretched out by Atsumu’s cock how would they ever forget that.

Bokuto was the first to pipe up at Atsumu, “I always thought you were lying about doing it in here.”

“That’s what i was going to say.” Hinata happily remarked, they really did share one brain cell. “I totally thought he was lying; she’d never do it here.”

“That must mean he was lying about doing it in the airport then.” Your eyes widened having remembered having done it in the airport.

“Atsumu what the fuck?” You scowl at the boy who had composed himself putting his clothes back on.

He gives a smirk before speak, “I may have told them that we fuck...a lot.”

“Stupid brat, we’re not fucking anymore if you think we do it too much.” You grab your bag having left the cupcakes about to walk away.

Atsumu spoke lowly a fuck even though he knew that in a couple hours you’d be in bed in those pretty laced lingerie he had bought. Waiting for him to fuck your pretty little cunt into you cum moaning his name.

hajime iwaizumi

Your legs were pushed against your frame, his cock thrusting back and forth as you could feel how your slick dribbled from your cunt. Iwaizumi had just come back from training the national team and he was stressed. Being the amazing girlfriend you are, you’d sit waiting for him in nothing, but a skimpy green lingerie set, at the sight of you he had grabbed your wrists taking you to your bed.

Here you were, in a mating press as you could feel his cock go even deeper inside of you. “Hajime, c...cum please.” A soft moan came from your lips as you felt his body press against your own, every deep thrust making your mind go wild.

“Come on baby, let me go deeper.” He whispered his mouth on your nipples, sucking and biting at them. His tongue swirled around the tit making a heavy moan come from your mouth.

It was supposed to be simple, a quickie before he would go shower and then join you on the sofa to cuddle. But the more his cock felt your velvety walls the more he needed more, one more thrust kept going through his head, one more and then he’d let you cum, but it kept occurring. Every thrust increased in pace, before the sound of something was heard behind him.

“Surpr…” The sound of a glass dropping startled both of you, “Iwa-chan.” Oikawa shouted, turning around to not see him take his cock out of you.

“What are you doing here, Shittykawa?” You knew Oikawa was coming back from Argentina for a short visit, you both had even offered your place for him.

“I caught an early flight.” He muttered and still turned around. You quickly got up wearing a hoodie and trying to find your underwear. Iwaizumi passed it, giving a small scowl at how Oikawa had ruined the moment. “Really, again.”

You were confused at the comment before he continued, “Hinata told me about how you two can’t keep your eyes off of each other, it’s eye fucking in his eyes.”

“Maybe if you had called before you wouldn't have seen it.” Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, putting his clothes back on.

You laugh at the two of them, “don't be mean Hajime, where’s your stuff Oikawa, I'll show you to your room.”

“Always the nice one Y/n-chan.” You laugh as you step over the broken glass, “fix that for us Iwa-chan.”

Oikawa pointed to the glass, you laughed before dragging him away before Hajime threw the boy out of the apartment. “How did you even get inside?”

“The door was unlocked; you should really lock it when you’re fucking.” You shook your head; Iwaizumi had been in such a hurry to take you into the room that he had forgotten to lock it.

You shrugged at least knowing that you had a very big impact on the boy to forget something as trivial as that, “how was your flight?”

“You're going to ask me that when I just saw your boyfriend balls deep inside of you.” He mocked as you pushed his side.

“I’m being nice.” He pouts but it seemed like he was enjoying teasing you.

“Shut up Oikawa.” You mutter as he drags his bags along.

He laughs before seeing Iwaizumi come beside you having cleaned the glass. He watches how you touch his fingers making sure the boy wasn't hurt and if any glass had scratched him. “You both really are in love.” He almost says it in disgust but with a tone of admiration, it was a love he admired about the two of you, having dated for years now you both were destined to be together. And he knew everybody could see it.

tetsuro kuroo

The sound of the moans came from inside his office, the way the papers he had been stapling were now discarded on the floor and on his desk were your breasts pushed against the wooden top. His cock deep inside as his hand had wrapped your hair to make a makeshift ponytail for him to pull.

“You didn't expect me to not fuck you.” He toyed, you had only come to ask if he wanted to get lunch, but Kuroo had other ideas, having pushed everything off his desk for you to be pushed against.

His cock thrusted back and forth, a quickened pace to get you both to cum, “Tets…” You could barely breathe as each jolt brought about a moan and muffles from your mouth.

“Look at you, a mess just for me.” He pulled at your hair, making you look up at the empty chairs in front of his desk. His jacket lay on the floor as you knew his trousers and belt were to the floor. He had seen you in the tight dress that made your breasts spill out and had to ravage you at that moment. “You gonna say something then, whore.”

“Sir, please...let me cum.” You could feel yourself build up the liquid ready to gush right onto his blushed cock.

“You’ve been a bad little slut, coming in here wearing that.” His thrusts had gotten deeper with every word. You moaned his name loudly, wanting to feel him breed your body till you were filled up with him.

“Hey Kuro…” Kuroo’s eyes had widened, in an instant he let go of your hair, your body pressed against his desk hiding your sore breasts. You saw Kenma having walked in with his game in his hand, he was able to see the curve of your ass and Kuroo’s cock right between your legs. “Really, again?”

Kenma had seen you both sneak off multiple times to fuck in the years he’d known you. He turned around going back to his game without a word. “Kuroo get out of me.”

“What? I can’t finish in you.” He smirked his hand grasping your ass.

“Mood’s ruined.” He took his cock out, feeling your slick drip out from your cunt and off his cock. Finding your clothes, you quickly wore it as Kuroo sorted himself out, “I’ll see you at home.” You went to kiss his cheek, but he moved for you to kiss his lips. His soft plump lips that you had missed so very much, but in again Kenma interrupted the moment.

“Get a room you two.” Kenma had returned his eyes still fixated on the game, he moved further inside as you rolled your eyes going up to the boy.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll see you at home, bye Kenma.” You touched his shoulder as the boy smiled at you before he turned back to his game. He was always a sweet kid, having watched the two of you form a relationship, he was always glad you were the one to have taken Kuroo’s heart. Even if he hated seeing you both want to fuck each other 24/7, it was love, obsessive love, but love.

Kuroo watched you leave, if only you had arrived a couple minus earlier, he would’ve been able to cum right inside of your pretty little cunt. “What are you doing here?” Kuroo spoke, collecting the papers that had flooded the floor.

“You said to meet you here for lunch.” Kuroo had forgotten the invitation to go to lunch with his best friend, you had preoccupied him, and he had become unaware of what was even occurring. “Lunch?” Kenma questioned not caring about the previous events anymore.

“Yeah, yeah come on.” He muttered grabbing his jacket and leading the boy away from the sex swept room.

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psychdelia · 3 years

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max showed up on his doorstep with blotchy red cheeks and puffy wet eyes, board discarded on his lawn as she pounded on the door with her free hand, holding a shoebox in the other.

“okay, okay!” steve called out as he rushed downstairs. “i’m coming! jeez.” he huffed as he opened the door, ready to bark out a what, shithead? because who else would show up to his place and pound on his door for a minute straight?

except his mouth snaps shut when he sees her shivering in the winter cold and cheeks still damp. it’s been about 4 months since billy died and he hadn’t seen max in this state for a couple months now. he thought things were getting better.

maybe not.

“max.” he frowned. “what’s wrong? what happened? are you okay? are you hurt?” he asked, the panic in his tone increasing with each question.

she just shoved the box into his hands, giving him a determined look. so similar to billy’s. too similar.

“i found this in his room.” he can hear the suppressed tremble in her voice as she fights the urge to cry again. “i never gave it you because i thought maybe,” she frowns, looking down. “maybe he-“ she lets out a shaky breath. “but he never came back so it’s yours now.”

then a switch is flipped and she’s suddenly glaring up at him, yet another expression too similar to billy’s.

“you can’t tell anyone.” she clenches her shaking fists. “if you tell anyone what you find in there i swear to god steve i’ll hurt you.” her upper lip is twitching into a snarl and steve is genuinely scared of this little fiery teenager.

“jesus, max,” he sighs. “first of all, you two are way too goddamn similar for not being blood related.” he ruffles her hair with a free hand. “second of all, you can’t just tell me what’s in here?”

“no.” she shakes her head as she bats his hand away. “just,” she plays with the hem of her jacket nervously. “just keep an open mind.” she frowns. “we’re not from here. things are... different back home.” her shoulders sag a little and he can tell she misses home. misses life before hawkins. “promise you won’t tell anyone?” she looks back up at him.

he frowns as he stares at the box in his hand before nodding. “promise.”

“good.” she nods. she rubs harshly at her face with her sleeve before turning away to walk to the lawn.

“you need a ride?” he calls as she grabs her board. chuckles when she rolls her eyes, tosses back an i can get myself around, steve. then a quick thanks, though. see you around. then she’s taking off.

steve practically sprints up to his room after that. sets this mystery converse box down in front of him on the bed as he sits, unsure of what to expect. maybe porn mags? weed stash? who knows.

so, naturally, he dumps it all out on the bed. stares at the pile of magazines, books, seashells, pictures, papers. the first thing he grabs are the magazines, expecting to see a half naked chick on the cover. he freezes when he finds a half naked man instead, clad in leather.

drummer. drummer. drummer. all of these are the same magazines, different issues with different men. he wonders if they’re targeted towards women, but then he’s opening them up and finding men... with other men. figures maybe hargrove had been holding onto them for someone else because there’s no way in hell these are his. no, no, no. that boy was straight as hell. loved to show off a different girl hanging off his arm every week, made shows of flirting with both girls and women.

but then he’s grabbing a polaroid dated 1983 and it’s billy with shorter hair and fuller cheeks kissing another boy with a big smile and lovesick dopey look on his face.

holy shit. this can’t be real. billy hargrove wasn’t gay. he couldn’t be. he was the womanizer, ladykiller, heartbreaker of hawkins. he loved women and they loved him 10 times more. none of this makes sense.

he grabs the journal next, the leather on the cover worn and threadbare. the first entry is dated from 1983 and the last just a couple weeks before starcourt. right before he got possessed.

steve sets the journal aside, opts to look at the other pictures and items billy had stashed away before he reads about the last three years of the guy’s life. there are a couple pictures of a blonde woman with striking resemblance to billy, the same saint christopher pendant and thick silver ring billy wore present around her neck and finger. some of them feature billy when he was a baby, toddler, kid. he finds jewelry that seems feminine, womanly. figures they must’ve been his mom’s.

there are also some california souvenirs. he finds seashells and movie, concert tickets that read “san diego” on the top. there are also some books steve remembers he was supposed to have read or heard about in school, but also some more he never heard of.

at the very bottom of the box he finds expired makeup and empty hair product. there’s black and dark blue eyeliner and mascara, baby pink lip gloss. nail polish in black, dark red and a deep purple. in some polaroids, the slight sheen of the gloss and his dark, thick lashes are barely visible, but he still catches it.

steve can’t help but chuckle when he finds some candy wrappers and leftover weed grinds at the bottom of the box alongside the butts of joints and empty cigarette packs. marlboro reds. there’s scrunchies, too. shimmery and purple, probably stolen from max.

once’s he’s finished digging through hargrove’s secret belongings, he leans back and sticks his nose in the journal. it takes him the rest of the day and all night to read it from cover to cover.

the beginning is mostly about missing his mom and hating his father, documenting his abuse. there are a few pages about his crushes and boyfriends, allowing him to figure out that the boy he was kissing in the polaroid is named santiago, but billy calls him santi. once he reaches the end of san diego and beginning of hawkins, billy’s tone and messy scrawl is full of hurt, anger, and melancholy.

and then steve’s name pops up. KING STEVE in all caps, taking up nearly half the page. there are hearts around his name, alongside a big drawing of a dick. below, billy writes about feeling like a foolish schoolboy with some stupid crush on some guy with a huge dick he saw in the showers. steve’s already blushing and it only deepens when he gets to the part about billy wanting to feel said dick in his hand, his mouth, inside of him.

he has to take a break after that. doesn’t realize things only get spicier until he gets back to reading and finds out billy’s jerked off and fingered himself open to the thought of none other than king steve. his eyes immediately flick to the half empty jar of vaseline, finger-shaped holes indenting the jelly.

he spends the rest of the night reading about billy’s remorse and guilt towards him and lucas after that night, how billy still wants to hop on his dick and kiss him stupid, his and max’s relationship and how it’s gotten better even though they still blame each other for the move.

it’s both of their faults, steve realizes. billy missed his curfew for a boy and max had no choice but to lead neil to him.

along the way to the end, a couple pictures of steve fall out of the journal. pictures that steve has no idea how billy acquired. some are from school yearbooks, others just random polaroids that might’ve been taken by tommy or carol or jonathan. when he finally reaches the end, he reads about billy’s pool job and plans fo move back to california for college as soon as he graduates.

i know it’s stupid but i’m gonna miss him. his stupid hair and big brown eyes and pretty face and pink lips. i didn’t know anything about the guy but i wish i could drag him out of this shithole and take him home with me. i still haven’t apologized to him. maybe kidnapping him and showing him the ocean would count. but i can’t fall for a straight boy, no matter how big his cock is. i don’t get to fall for someone i hurt. it’s not fair. none of this is fair.

that’s the very last entry. it’s 1am and steve is wide awake. too awake. before he thinks too hard about what he’s doing, he’s shoving everything back into the box and flooring it to robin’s house. he knocks on her window incessantly until she opens it with a glare and he’s pushing his way inside before she can greet him with a snarl.

“billy hargrove was gay and in love with me and-and and jerked off to me and,,, pretended his fingers were mine and his dad was hurting him and his mom left and he was alone, robin.” he’s rambling, eyes wide as he paces the room with the box in his hands.

“he was s-so hurt and alone and no one paid any attention and now he’s dead because of a monster in some town he got dragged to as punishment for being gay and,” his voice cracks. “he’s gone.” he whispers brokenly as he shoves the box into her hands.

robin is very confused and surprised but all she knows is that her best friend is in distress, so she sets the box down and grabs his hands.

“steve. look at me.” she only continues when he does. “sit down and talk to me. let’s go through everything together, okay? just calm down and breathe.”

by 3am robin’s looked through the box and the majority of the journal - steve dog-eared the important pages and she’s a fast reader - and she’s just as shocked as steve, apparently, if her bewildered expression and silence is anything to go by.

“robin? rob, say something.” he urges. “please. i need you to talk to me.”

“holy shit.” she finally raps. “steve, i’m gonna ask you a question and i don’t want you to freak out, okay?”

he nods.

“do you think you could’ve... reciprocated billy’s feelings?”

he opens his mouth to answer but halts, eyes wide and crazy as he stares at her.

“i-“ he gulps. “maybe?” he croaks out. “i-i think so? maybe yeah. yeah.” he nods.

“so you’re bisexual.”

and that’s throwing him on a whole other whirlwind. steve’s had too much thrown at him for the night and he doesn’t have it in him to deal with a sexuality crisis on top of everything.

but billy’s pretty. so fucking beautiful and steve can’t admit it just yet but he wishes he were still here. he wishes he could travel back in time and reach out to billy and save him from the horrors of hawkins but also kiss and fuck and love him properly but now it’s too late and steve and billy have one thing in common.

they’re both alone. lonely. so much love to give but no one to receive or give back.

“bisexual?” he chokes out.

“you like both. boys and girls. like david bowie. and david bowie’s awesome. you’re kinda awesome too, i guess. for a dingus.” she playfully punches his arm and it makes him feel better for all of 2 seconds until it’s hitting him again that the person who wanted to love him is dead. died right in front of him.

“do you have hot chocolate?” she nods. “with marshmallows?” she nods again. “can i have some?”

he feels like he’s about to faint. completely black out. wonders if he looks pale to robin. he needs something warm and comforting and hot coco will do the trick.

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billy comes back in february. hopper and joyce gathered everyone up in joyce’s living room early february. sat everyone down to announce that hop had gotten... a call. a call from some doctor named owens who hop has a history with, the same doctor who helped will.

owens was nursing billy back to health in some secret lab in indianapolis, hence the funeral with no body. apparently billy was in comatose, then a medically induced coma when his brain woke up but he wasn’t strong enough to just yet. then, when he did wake up, he had to relearn how to eat, write, walk in physical therapy, alongside the heavy emotional therapy.

owens hid billy from the world until he was ready to be exposed to it again. then he called hopper one afternoon and told him to come pick the boy up.

max was angry. screamed and yelled until she was reduced to tears in joyce’s arms. the other kids were shocked and confused. didn’t know if they should be happy or scared. will and el were the only positive ones. nancy and jonathan were mostly shocked and indifferent, numb to these crazy surprises the shithole town throws at them. steve and robin just stared at each other knowingly, a million thoughts racing their minds.

a week later they were all in joyce’s living room again, nervously anticipating hopper and billy’s arrival. everyone looked up when the doorknob began to jerk and the lock turned, their eyes trained on the door as it opened to reveal hopper standing beside billy.

billy. clad in a big hoodie, gray sweats and converse. the same ones that were once in the box steve has hidden under his bed. his hair is long now, flowing freely and curling wildly at the ends, looking so soft with the lack of product. he looked tired, fading blue bags under his eyes. he hadn’t lost his tan, steve noted, and looked a little softer around the stomach and legs. for someone who went through all the shit he did, billy looked good. healthy.

max got to him the second he stepped inside, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him close. he immediately clung to max, holding her tight and whispering a shaky, wet hey, shitbird, only audible to her, resulting in her wet laugh. the siblings stayed like that for a few moments before pulling away to let billy see and greet everyone.

joyce had demanded they all not coddle billy because it would be suffocating and he probably couldn’t deal with that. except now she was serving and feeding him a million things, coddling him just like any other mother would. billy was hesitant and tense at first, but slowly relaxed, especially when he was given cookies.

sweet tooth, steve distantly remembered. billy has a sweet tooth, if the candy wrappers and lollipop sticks in the box were anything to go by.

everyone takes turns greeting and talking to billy. steve’s last in line to have his quick one-on-one with the guy and by the time they’re face to face, everyone’s sitting together, talking and laughing and eating.

“hey,” steve greets with a small smile. he can feel robin’s eyes on him and not-so-slyly flips her the bird, his eyes trained on billy and only billy. “it’s good to have you back.”

“you know you don’t have to say that, harrington, especially if you don’t mean it.” billy tries to joke but his eyes and smile are sad. “i only died for, like, two minutes. not a big deal.”

“shut up, man.” steve rolls his eyes and chuckles. “i do mean it.” he chews on his bottom lip nervously, doing a quick scan of the room to make sure there are no eyes on them before he looks back to billy.

then he’s reaching out and grabbing billy’s hand. running his thumbs over the scars along his palm and knuckles. he looks up to find billy confused and blushing. he smiles before pulling billy into a tight hug.

“you look good. so good.” steve whispers in his ear, getting a whiff of generic coconut shampoo. he has one arm wrapped tight around billy’s waist, holding him close with their bodies flush. he slides his free hand down and rests it on billy’s ass, barely squeezing. he chuckles when billy jumps a little.

“harrington.” billy chokes out, voice wrecked. “what’s your hand doing on my ass?” steve can feel billy’s lips moving on his neck and it makes him shudder.

“just doing what i should’ve done a while ago.” he sighs, content, just holding billy’s warm, very much alive body close to his.

“if you wanted to get in my pants, pretty boy, all you had to do was ask.” billy flirts with a smirk steve can feel on his neck. then he pauses. “you’re not fucking with me?” he asks, tone serious.

“nuh uh.” steve shakes his head. “actually, uh,” he pulls away just enough to meet billy’s eyes. “max gave me your shoebox.” he watches as billy’s eyes widen and go fiery. “hey, no, don’t get mad at her. it’s not her fault. she didn’t know you were comms back.” steve reasons. “plus, now i know big bad heartbreaker billy hargrove has a crush on little ole me.”

“who says i still do?” billy raises his eyebrows, as if his hands aren’t tightly holding onto steve’s shoulders and he’s not blushing and making heart eyes at the guy.

steve’s not too bright, but he knows when people have a crush on him. he’s always been bright in the language of love. and sex, for that matter, as billy will eventually find out when he inevitably get lovingly and romantically railed and fucked into steve’s mattress later that week.

“just have a feeling.” he shrugs, giving billy’s ass one last squeeze before he rests his hands on his hips with a grin.

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eight - c!wilbur (dream smp)

genre: angst ):

word count: 1454

warnings: blood, character death, explosions, fighting, dream smp election arc & wilbur’s downfall

authors note: uHm so this is my first time ever posting my writing on tumblr… this is genuinely probably the worst thing you’ll ever read so that’s just a preface. also I didn’t know exactly what to put for like - the warnings - so if anyone could help me with those that’d be great! all that aside, i hope u enjoy ): i REALLY recommend listening to eight by sleeping at last whilst reading this! ALSO i didn’t proofread it so if it’s bad or has grammatical errors I am very sorry.

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I remember the minute,

It was like a switch was flipped -

“Tommy, I am a slow-burning fuse. I am a long, slow-burning fuse, but I’m telling you now, over the next couple of weeks, I’m gonna be a different man the one Schlatt crossed.”

Sounds, sounds of joy and celebration, infiltrated my ears as we clambered to the top of the hill and stared down at the very inauguration that we were dismissed from. Although, some may say, less ‘dismissed’ and more ‘chased away by an entire city with fire arrows and netherite swords’.

Tommy was speaking from his spot beside me, but the words failed to register as I observed the way Niki slid away from the function and began making the journey back to her bakery. The way she furiously wiped at her eyes as she cautiously checked behind her was a painful reminder that she could no longer feel safe in her own country.

How did this happen? We won the war. We won our freedom. Now we had nothing.

God that was so long ago, long ago, long ago…

I was little, I was weak and perfectly naive,

And I grew up too quick.

“I know you’re scared, Tommy, I understand you’re scared. And it’s scary! It’s scary Tommy, but you know what? In a time like this, when a man has nothing to lose, do you know what that means? It means we can do what we want.” The laugh that exited my chapped lips was dark; I could tell by the look on Tommy’s face that he was taken aback by my words.

He stuttered. “Wilbur, I don’t know what you’re trying to say but-”

“Have you not noticed? Everyone who is claiming to be on our side, they’re lying to us! Tubbo?! He’s lying to you! He would drop us the second he realises we’re not in the lead anymore.”

“No, no! STOP IT!”

It was a mixture of unexpected and expected, the fist that flew across my face. As I fell to the solid concrete floor of the ravine I realised that Tommy was still in denial. He still believed there was a route we could take ending with us regaining L’Manburg and going back to the way things were before Schlatt came into power.

“You’re being reckless, Wilbur.” It took me a few minutes to focus on the hand reaching out to me, but in a few fleeting moments I was back on my feet with Tommy watching me with a hard stare. “You’re not the man that came in as president.”

Another dark chuckle. “I told you, Tommy. What did I say to you the night we were exiled from L’Manburg? I said I was a slow-burning fuse, and right now I’m closer than ever to exploding.”

I’m all in, palms out, I’m at your mercy now and I’m ready to begin.

“Do you know what happens to traitors, Tubbo? Nothing good.”

Tommy was visibly shaking. A crossbow, wielded by Technoblade, was pointed straight at Tubbo’s forehead. One shot, one life lost.

The button.

Without another thought, my legs began carrying me from the top of the building and down to the mountains behind L’Manburg. Chaos was ensuing behind me, but that was fine. It could all be fixed by the button. The button connected to stacks upon stacks of TNT underneath the country I built from the ground up.

My fingers clawed urgently at the dirt as sweat began to gather in beads on my forehead; grime and filth began to cover my body as I raked through the mountain in search of the room. Where was the button?

What seemed like hours, but was only minutes, passed by before my arms gave out and I collapsed against the mountainside. It hurt to breathe and the rain began pouring from the sky, battering down on me like a thousand punches.

I laid there until I heard the distant cries of the citizens of L’Manburg. A L’Manburg that was no longer mine. My unfinished symphony.

And I’ll give all I have, I’ll give my blood, give my sweat -

An ocean of tears will spill for what is broken.

Blood coated the floor from where my knees were being cut open by the cobblestone. My breathing was uneven and my nails were leaving deep red indents on my palms. With every sound, sounds of joys and celebration, that filtered down through the walls, I came one step closer to pushing the button.

Would it even work? Was the TNT even connected anymore? My battered hand hovered sadly over the wooden square.

“The thing that I built this nation for doesn’t exist anymore. Th-The thing that I worked towards… doesn’t exist anymore. It’s over.”

A gust of wind swept through the room. “What are you doing?”

I didn’t need to turn my head to know who was behind me. He’d come to persuade me to make the ‘right’ decision, the ‘better’ decision; just like Tommy had endeavoured towards many times before.

“Do you know what this button is?” My voice was shaky, and it was then I realised my eyes were beginning to cloud and become blurry. “Have you heard the song? On the walls? Have you heard the song. I was just thinking that there was a special place where men could go, but it’s not there anymore. You know?

Footsteps. “It still is there. You just won it back, Wil!”

“Phil.” I spun around to face him, and by the look in his eyes I saw that I was nothing but the shell of the boy he watched grow up. “I’m always so close to pressing this button, Phil. I’ve been here - like - seven or eight times now.”

Fireworks began to go off outside, followed by terrified screams and the clanks of swords being unsheathed. They were fighting. Ten minutes ago, they were rejoicing in the face of a new government and now they were trying to kill each other?

“You fought so hard to get this land back… you fought so hard.” He was pleading, begging at this point to get me to change my mind. Phil was trying so hard to coerce me to leave the room, remove the TNT and go back to the way things were.

Nothing would ever go back to the way things used to be. If nothing changed, then history would just continue to repeat itself. Although I could hear Phil speaking to me, it seemed like the button was speaking louder. Pleading, begging me to press it and end everyone’s suffering once and for all. End my suffering once and for all.

“Phil…” I turned away from him for the last time. “There was a saying Phil. By a traitor. A traitor who used to be a part of L’Manburg - Eret?” With every word spoken, I felt my throat begin to close up.

“He had a saying, Phil,” A sharp exhale. “It was never meant to be.”

There was a moment. A moment that I thought it hadn’t worked. Had Tommy or Dream removed the TNT? What if Schlatt had realised and gotten rid of it before he died?

An incredible amount of thoughts ran across my mind, but they came to a halt when the first piece of TNT went off. As the city I created and once ruled began to detonate, as the bawls of the citizens of L’Manburg increased and became fiercer, I just threw my head back in euphoria.

The ground shuddered and broke beneath my knees. Phil’s exclamations of horror were heard behind me as the button room was unveiled to the perplexed and panic-stricken faces of old acquaintances, friends and enemies. Tommy’s eyes were wide and full of tears as he gaped at the damage the explosion had done. Niki’s face held an expression of extreme despair whilst she fought to pull a distraught Tubbo away from the massacre.

As the smoke began to drift up from the rubble, I quickly realised that my job was done.

‘Phil, kill me. Kill me, Phil.” I pulled out the diamond sword I carried with me and slid it towards the man who’d raised me. “Stab me with this sword, murder me now, kill me. They all want you to, so do it.”

“I- You’re my SON!”

“Look at how much work went into this.” Ignoring the searing pain from my bloody knees, I stood and gestured towards the broken country. “Look how much time and effort went into this and it’s gone. Do it. Do it.”

Wilbur Soot was slain by Philza

Now you won’t see all that I had to lose,

And all I’ve lost in the fight to protect it.

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