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boundinparchment · 6 months

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In Trenodia

Long-distance marriages are difficult. But you and Wriothesley always manage to make time for one another. Female Reader/Wriothesley. Second scene is implied to occur after Act 4 of the Fontaine Archon Quest. Song for title inspiration - 'In Trenodia' by VV. CW: smut, breeding kink if you squint, oral, cunnilingus MINORS DNI. RATED EXPLICIT. On AO3 here.

After routine confirmations of invoices and goods, along with small talk from the surface, you were escorted to your husband’s office. As you were every visit. No one, not even the Duchess, was exempt from protocol.

By now you knew every guard’s name and face and remembered their troubles from the last time you visited. It wasn’t easy to live in the depths, let alone work in them. You knew the other side, what it was to be without, and you easily understood the toll separation took. Words from you might not soothe, not entirely, but expectation danced on every face and you saw it as your duty to bring what reassurance and reprieve you could.

The guards sent word ahead of your arrival, naturally, so you did not expect to surprise Wriothesley nor be interrupted while you were there.

Years ago, the large imposing doors frightened you. You had not expected the Duke himself to want to speak to you. In hindsight, it made sense: you were a small vendor directly supplying him. He had been so impressed that your honey did not taint his tea beyond recognition. Wriothesley was instead immediately interested in how your methods varied from those used by the companies that mechanically processed the liquid as well as other beekeepers.

Moments like those left you lighter than air. But they also managed to claw at the wound that never truly closed. One you were used to nursing in the later hours of the night. Distance made the heart grow fonder, of course; it also served as a chasm that would never be truly crossed.

Now was not the time for such melancholy, you reminded yourself.

As you entered Wriothesley’s office and the guard closed the doors behind you, you could make out the faintest familiar notes from the phonograph. With a large jar of liquid gold tucked under your arm, you climbed the stairs and crested just as Wriothesley looked up from his paperwork.

The weariness under his eyes and in the thin line of his mouth faded, barely visible as he laid eyes on you.

“You have impeccable timing, my love,” he said as you approached, lips quirking into a soft smile. “Just when I was about to take a break.”

You rested the jar on the desk, the contents almost glowing from the way the light passed through the contents, and leaned over to meet him for a kiss. Your heart jolted, as it always did, at the sensation of his soft lips on yours and at the scent of his shaving cream.

Wriothesley stood and stretched for a moment, rolling his shoulder as he rounded the desk. He picked up the jar with a single hand to examine it and held it up to the light.

“Darker this year. How was the yield? Did you have any trouble harvesting?”

You shook your head.

“Monsieur Lockwood’s Rainbow Roses were quite the feast for the hives. The taste is mild enough but I’ll let you be the judge of that.”

He cocked an eyebrow, intrigued. You carefully took the jar from his grasp, opened it, and dipped your finger into the honey, extracting just enough to sample. Wriothesley’s hand, large and warm, encircles your wrist and guided your finger to his mouth. He licked methodically, savoring every drop as his eyes closed for a moment in thought.

When he opened them again, you caught the faintest hint of hunger mingled with astonishment.

“Floral without being over-powering. Refreshing, even. My compliments to the hive.”

“I’ll be sure to give them your praises,” you laughed as you closed the jar and set it aside.

Wriothesley’s hands found your face, the rough pads of his fingers ghosting over your skin. He lowered his head to brush his nose against yours, a playful smirk on his face.

“I can think of only one gift sweeter than any honey you bring me,” he whispered.

“And what would that be, Your Grace?”

“You.”

This time, the kiss you shared was deep, eager, and full of longing. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you tasted the last remnants of honey when his tongue brushed yours and elicited a low moan from deep in his chest. Wriothesley maneuvered you against the desk and then reached for your legs, lifting you to the surface with ease and hiking up your skirt to settle between your legs.

Hours later, when duty could no longer be pushed aside, Wriothesley would escort you back to the passageway to the surface.

You would leave with flushed cheeks and sticky thighs, with only memories of his laugh and loving gaze to ease the ache in your heart until your next visit.

You hadn’t anticipated the possibility of another outcome.

After all, you were married to a man sentenced to live in exile, to work in the shadows and support those sentenced to a different life than one provided on the surface. When he told you of the circumstances, how he came to be prisoner and then warden, he wiped away your tears before they could spill and you understood that he held a love far larger than himself.

He was not a man of sentimentality, your Wriothesley; he was a man of loyalty, of action.

So, one morning when you spotted the figure walking up the path to your humble home (modest by most standards of Fontaine’s highest rankings of nobility), your heart immediately leapt into your throat and stayed there, like a stone.

Were you hallucinating?

Surely not.

You would know that hair and gait even through the beekeeping veil currently clenched in your hands. The report of recent events arrived with your morning post and you were keen to set to work. If you worked, you could not worry about the murmurs of Fatui presence, the recent trial with a Harbinger, nor your cook’s mumbling about the prophecy you grew up hearing.

Wriothesley was working on a solution, one that only solidified his sense of duty to the nation that gave him a second chance.

His gray eyes skimmed over you from heel to head as he drew closer in the cresting morning light, golden rays catching the fastenings of his overcoat. You couldn’t even get a word out of your mouth before he cupped your face and kissed you, ardently, thumbs brushing just under your eyes.

“Wriothesley—” you gasped, his name nothing more than a rush of air when the kiss broke and you were wrapped in his arms, his presence sturdy, warm.

When you pulled away, you could see the fine lines from lack of sleep, the way worry had settled into the corners of his mouth and the hardness of his eyes. He hid them well but he always lowered his metaphorical mask around you, just enough for the truth to peer out.

“I had to deliver a report to the Chief Justice in-person. It didn’t make sense to come all this way only to not see you,” he said softly. “They’ll just have to forgive me for breaking protocol to see my wife at least one more time.”

His expression softened and his gaze traced over you the way an artist’s brush touched canvas. Wriothesley pried one hand from your hat and bringing it to your lips. “Your Grace.”

Your face grew hot as you held his gaze and you couldn’t help but match his smile. How long had it been since he’d been up here, on the surface, at your too-empty home?

“I was going to check on the hives and fields before breakfast. Care to join me?”

“Nothing I’d love more.”

At this hour, the hives were quiet, as were the fields. The sky was finally beginning to turn from inky blue to orange, gold, and pink beyond the lines of trees surrounding the property. A new morning, full of potential, even if the colors were slightly different for him.

You weren’t sure who turned first, who initiated the slow kiss that only seemed to deepen with every passing second. Time itself seemed to stop when you tugged slightly on Wriothesley’s tie to bring him down into the tall grass. He complied, arms wrapped around you, holding you close to him as the soft blades beneath you gave way.

“Adventurous this morning, aren’t you, my Duchess?” Wriothesley teased above you, his knee nestled in the perfect spot between your legs.

“Mmm, more like taking advantage of the opportunity while we have it,” you replied, smiling as you reached up to kiss him.

Your body reacted to him like metal in a thunderstorm every time, instantly aware of your own needs, overwhelmed by the love that flooded your heart. Distance was difficult for ordinary couples and the decision to continue, to marry, hadn’t been easy.

But this sensation, moments where you were the only two in the entire world. It made all the struggles worth it.

“Sunlight comes with you everywhere, makes you almost glow…” he whispered.

You reached for him, pushed his coat from his shoulders and made quick work of his shirt buttons, exposing his scarred chest. In return, the stays of your dress were pulled apart, the fabric pooling at your waist and revealing your breasts, nipples hardening in the slight morning chill.

“I can’t remember the last time I smelled grass. Smelled flowers, wild flowers not yet cut. Nothing smells the same down there, where the sun can never reach…always smells like burnt metal.”

His mouth was hot on your skin, hungry but tempered as his teeth grazed the column of your neck and his lips found your breasts. A jolt ran through you from heart to core as he flicked his tongue over your nipple and then sucked, just enough to elicit a gasp from you. His free hand traced the curve of your other breast before he switched, tongue swirling gently.

Your hands found purchase in his black and gray hair, mussing it further as he worked downwards and pushed your skirts up to your waist. He gazed up at you through his lashes as he pushed aside your panties, fingers dancing along your folds and finding you slick and swollen.

“Beautiful,” he breathed against your thighs, the words tickling your sensitive flesh. His tongue brushed your lips and he moaned softly. “Tastes as exquisite as it looks.”

His hand parted your folds a little further and his tongue returned to stroke you. You arched your back as he swirled circles against your clit, a familiar sensation sitting low in your belly to stoke the throbbing ache deep inside you. Your fingers in Wriothesley’s hair tightened as you pulled slightly in your eagerness, unsure if you wanted him to stop or push you over the edge.

“Don’t worry, Your Grace, I wouldn’t finish you so quickly,” Wriothesley teased. “But I do want to savior you.”

True to his word, you never peaked. But he did keep you on the precipice, eternally aware of the white-hot heat searing through your veins and your ever-growing need to be even closer to him.

Wriothesley only pulled away after pressing one finger into your wet heat and kissing your clit with a flick of his tongue. You looked towards him, craning your neck to find your essence across his jaw and chin, glistening in the morning light. His gaze was lost for a moment, memorizing you.

After all, you never knew when the next time to see each other would come. You might be able to predict and show up with a jar of honey and steal hours of his time. Or, as you were this morning, you might be informed of events beyond almost anyone’s control.

You watched as Wriothesley freed himself from the confines of his trousers and positioned himself above you again. He brushed himself against your wet folds, back and forth, and he groaned.

“I love that sound. So wet for me…”

Your eyes never left his as he pressed into you, slow and steady, and buried himself to the hilt. Deep inside, your walls were already squeezing. Both of you let out a sound that begged the other to hold on a little longer.

You craned your neck up as Wriothesley bent down, foreheads pressed together and eyes fluttering shut as he withdrew entirely before starting with slow, deep strokes.

“Need this to last,” he whispered against your lips. “To feel every inch of you around me.”

His composure slowly slipped away as you tilted your head and kissed him, sweet and full. You wrapped your arms around him, hands finding his shoulder muscles. One of your feet, devoid of its shoe, rested at the top of his thigh; just before he could pull out entirely again, you pushed him deeper inside of you.

“I want to feel you even when you’re gone,” you murmured. “So I have something to tell me this wasn’t just a dream.”

More words sprung to your mind but they were washed away by the fire building within you. Wriostheley grunted as your walls squeezed slightly, begging him for more. You caught a mischievous glint in your husband’s eyes when he pulled back slightly and reached for your foot. He gently folded your leg and pressed it against you, giving him a better angle.

“I have a better idea.” He wriggled slightly and you gasped as he twitched deep inside you at the perfect spot. “I’ll come right here…fill you up over and over…”

He sped up his pace, your breathing ragged as your scents mingled with the grass and wildflowers. The coil deep in your belly tightened and you felt everything else fall away as your toes curled and white-hot heat threatened your entire existence.

“Wriothesley—"

Light exploded across your vision as you shuddered and convulsed around him, underneath him. It was too much and not enough all at once, your hips bucking as Wriothesley helped you ride out the aftershocks. He twitched again, burying his face in your neck as he released inside you.

He pulled away only enough to push your hair out of your face and grin down at you, eyes bright. His face was flushed and his hair absolutely ruined but backlit by the morning sun, he looked almost otherworldly.

“I’d like that,” he said softly. “To see you carry my child. Our child.”

You wriggled your hips again, your bodies still coupled. Wriothesley hissed and shifted his weight slightly to keep you from moving. He was just as sensitive as you were and you couldn’t help but grin up at him.

“If you keep that up, we’ll be here all morning, Your Grace.”

“Good.”

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uchispeach · 2 months

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Happy House (part 2)

Pairing: Singh! Reader x Dark! Rafe Cameron

➥ Warnings: NON-CON touching (somnophilia), violence, obsessive & manipulative behavior, death, naive! reader…

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The tiles were aligned with a remarkable precision -that was something you learned from the excruciating time you had been staring at the floor-.

Rafe had trusted you enough to complain about the whole situation. And you were feeling quite ashamed by your father’s behavior.

Luring an innocent person with false promises and then kidnapping them was a new low for Singh.

So you simply kept your head low as you felt a weight pulling the mattress down. You had been sitting there for a whole minute, simply playing with your fingers.

“I’ll talk to him” You turned your head to the side, shy eyes locking in with Rafe’s blue ones. He let out a playful scoff, completely dismissing the idea.

“He won’t let me go. That’d be reckless” He seemed to be really secure, and you recognized his view was probably realistic.

“Still, it’s worth the try” You raised your shoulders.

The Cameron boy continued looking upfront, his facial features were undeniably remarked by the moonlight

“Hey. You’re hurt” You pointed out the dried blood on his knuckles.

“It’s not mine” He shrugged you off. “They look inflamed” You insisted at the noticeable bumps on his rough fingers.

The blond continued to ignore you, so you took his hand, standing up while giving him a light tug.

“Come with me. There’s a first aid kit in the bathroom” You pulled again, this time slightly harder. Still, you were conscious that no matter how much force you put into it, the blond wasn’t going to budge unless he wanted to.

You shook him again, making sure to be delicate. This time he gave up, lazily standing up as he eyed you down.

He allowed you to guide him into the reduced space, leaning on the sink.

You struggled to reach the last cabinet, your arm completely stretched when you felt an unknown heat on your back. Big palm squeezed your side as hard muscles rubbed against the thin fabric of your nightgown.

“There” He groggily whispered into your ear, hotness making you feel ticklish. He finally reached for the red bag, leaving it right on your hands.

“Thanks” You said back, leaning on him as you turned your head around. He simply rubbed your waist before stepping back.

A soaked cotton cloth laid between your small palm while you examined the state of his injuries. One small cut here and there and some inflammation was all you could see, still the red on them was abundant.

Rafe noticed your face turning into a scowl at the metallic smell, making him smirk in a wolfish way. “Are you scared of a little blood, princess?”

“No” You gulped, massaging one of them with the cloth. Your movements were soft and careful, a real contrast to his.

He simply chuckled, chest rumbling in reaction to your cute ways.

His hands were almost completely clean, and as you wiped away some residue from a thick ring, you couldn’t help but notice the detail to it.

“It’s pretty” You pointed out. Rafe focused on the piece of silver, grimacing a bit on the memories it brought to him. “That’s a family ring” His response came out with some roughness to it.

“Well, it’s gorgeous” You continued your task, not really facing him. “My dad gave it to me. That’s when I knew he finally saw me as a real man.” There was a hint of proudness in his tone, and that made you smile.

“He must be really proud” Your eyes finally locked with his sharp ones. He dryly hummed at your words. “Having such a proactive son.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, looking puzzled. “You barely know me” He let out with no softness to it, “But I can tell you’re no quitter…and you’re brave” You smiled lightheartedly.

The Cameron boy was amused, never in his life has he heard such words directed his way. He felt weird, a new sensation making its way on the pit of his stomach.

(…)

“Don’t” Your hand wrapped around Rafe’s wrist. He was taken aback, surprised by your sudden eagerness “Sleep here” You said in a shy tone.

The mattress was huge and soft, unlike the dusty rug lying on the floor. “I mean, you must be tired and- I just-” You stumbled upon your words, afraid of being too pushy.

The dirty blond seemed unfazed as he simply pulled the covers down and plopped himself on the bed, completely comfortable with your suggestion.

The heat exuding from his hefty body was enough to get you nervous, not really used to sharing your sleep with someone else, less with someone as imponent as the blond.

Now, with your palm holding your head as you saw him uninterestedly lying on his back, you couldn’t help but feel the need of reassuring him. “They’ll let you go in no time” You weren’t sure why you said that, knowing it was probably a lie.

His eyes darkened, no real expression on his stoic face. You got the hint, not wanting to push his bottons, you got on your side -facing the opposite wall-.

And as you wished him a good night, you couldn’t avoid the sensation of being overly exposed. Still, with your nerves on peak, you were able to fall asleep in a decent amount of time.

Contrary to you, the Cameron boy was wide awake, senses thrilled as he heard your peaceful breathing. Quiet snores left you as you laid in obliviousness.

Rafe didn’t know why, but it gave him some sort of satisfaction to see you so defenseless; making him feel as if your vulnerability was exclusive to him.

The way in which your nightdress’ strap slightly slid down your shoulder was driving him insane. So much flesh on display that he felt the need to bite onto it, just to get a taste of your softness.

He gave in not long after, positioning himself right behind you.

In such proximity he was able to get a good grip of your scent, so sweet and comforting that he got the urge of burying his nose on your silky hair.

Silk. You were pure silk; silky hair, silky skin, silky clothes and silky personality. Such a contrast to his rough edges.

Without much thought, he grabbed some strands between his rough fingers, getting them close to his nose, sniffing the fresh aroma. Then, he proceeded to rub two digits against the bare skin of your neck -going up and down, from the side of your ear to your clavicle-.

The strap got farther down, tempting the blond. He took the lead, playing with the line of fabric before pulling it.

He could see your breasts slowly spilling out of the flimsy dress, noticing how they both got perky at the cold breeze.

Your mounds of flesh felt warm and doughy under his rough touch. He was careful to be delicate as he cupped one of them with his open palm. Still, in your sleepy face a frown formed.

You squirmed a little on your sleep, but that only seemed to encourage the blond to continue exploring.

Once his fingers reached your hardened nipples, a hoarse groan left his lips, hips bucking unintentionally against your soft ass.

He twisted them with contained fervor, as he felt himself hardening.

The white fabric pulled over your thighs as the blond continued to grind against your round buttocks, causing you to whimper under your breath. Rafe’s arm found its way between your thighs, hiked up skirt allowing him to massage the inner part of your legs.

Your warmth crawled all the way to his bones, covering him completely; making him want to hold you down until he consumed all of it.

He squeezed your inner thigh with frustration. Pants suffocation his desire for you. He couldn’t understand it, the boiling wish to see more of you, to taste more of you -just as if it was a need-. It was ridiculous how pent up he felt after barely touching you.

You unconsciously leaned onto him, riding up your dress and allowing some pink lace to peek under it. Rafe took the invitation; quickly, his fingertips were all over your clothed cunt. Running up and down as he felt you wriggling uncomfortably under his touch. His digits pressed harder against your underwear, creating a wet spot on it.

He smirked at that, rubbing circles over your entrance, feeling the wetness soak the fabric up.

The stimulation had you shaking so sweetly against him, breathing heavier than before as a melodic mewl reached his ears. His mouth was now on the side of your smaller face, rubbing against your puffy cheek as he heard you moaning at the friction his unrelenting fingers created.

And just as he was about to pull the piece of lace and cotton aside, he saw you slowly incorporating out of your sleep; limbs stretching and eyes opening. He backed up slowly, digits leaving your heat as he pretended to rest on his back.

Your wake up was abrupt, and the constant panting was a proof of it. Your eyes were wide open as you took in your surroundings.

The Cameron boy was deep in his own slumber and you felt yourself growing calmer. You went back to your previous position, doing your best to resume your rest.

The last thing you wanted to do was disturb the boy’s sleep.

(…)

Your heartbeat increased in less than a second, a choked scream was all you could let out as a strange hand pulled you back onto the mattress.

Your feet were already on the floor as you felt the grip of who you now recognized to be Rafe holding you down.

“Oh God” You turned to face him, your free hand on your chest as you looked into his sharp eyes.

You couldn’t help but cover your mouth as soon as you realized the loudness of your voice, suddenly scared of being heard by a passing guard.

“I’m sorry” you said in a muffled tone, looking like a frightened fawn.

His shirt had been lifted up by his sleepy moves, showing his toned torso. You embarrassingly looked away, waiting to be freed by his firm hold.

“Are the guards left?” He asked in a groggy voice, blinking aggressively as he incorporated on a sitting position. “Yes” you answered shyly “I should leave” you said even quieter.

At that, he only nodded, letting your sore wrist go as he looked intently at you.

While shutting the piece of wood behind you, you couldn’t ignore the burning sensation of Rafe’s intense gaze still following your every step.

(…)

“That’s ridiculous, Y/N” Your father scoffed, continuing to look through his investigation files without paying you much mind.

“But dad, we can not force him to stay here” You tried to talk some sense into him. “His family is probably waiting on him” Still, no response.

“How would you feel if I was the one being held back against my will?” Singh lifted up his view from the bunch of photos and documents.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, you insolent girl” His finger now pointed aggressively at you.

“A treasure that goes back hundreds of years in history will take commitment and sacrifice…This search is way beyond your understanding” Your father’s words were conclusive, harsh tone and harsher look thrown your way.

“But, what if he actually doesn’t have the diary” You pushed again, this time being more careful with your tone.

“The diary is the last piece of the puzzle. The only way to translate the directions to El Dorado…Do you really think he’ll be stupid enough to give it away just like that?” His brows furrowed together in exasperation while his digits massaged the space in between them.

“I-” You were interrupted by a loud bang on the table. The glass of scotch shook at the violent ways of your caregiver. “Enough with this nonsense…Get out of my office before I lose my temper!” He ordered in his warning voice, letting you know he wasn’t playing around.

“Yes, sir” You looked down while silently slipping out of the room, feeling quite hopeless.

(…)

The refined wood felt great under your fingertips, such a shame it wasn’t what you were expecting.

Sure, the dresser was exquisite, brought right from India and made by the most skilled hands of famous artisans. Still, it didn’t fulfill your expectations.

You weren’t too materialistic, you appreciated love and care. But your father wasn’t the best with the latter ones, so he preferred to surround you with luxury.

Your birthday wasn’t at all like you wanted it to be, with a hostage one floor away and your father too occupied with his gold hunt, you couldn’t help but feel down.

“Hey” You looked down at the air vent. “Rafe” You whispered in realization. Immediately, you kneeled, trying to get closer to where the sound of his raspy voice came from.

“What’s up? I saw Singh going away this afternoon” The blond sounded impatient.

“Yeah… He seemed really pissed off. Probably some trouble with business” You frowned tiredly at that.

“Fuck…this is driving me insane!” You could hear his harsh voice being accompanied by a hit to the wall.

You closed your eyes in shame. “He said he’s not letting you go unless you tell him where the diary is” You flinched at the second hit, thinking of how he was probably hurt from the impact.

“I already told y’all I don’t have no damn shitty journal!” Exasperation could be clearly heard in his tone.

The silence was loud for a couple seconds. You didn’t want to open your mouth only to enrage him more, as for himself, you were sure he wasn’t feeling chatty right now.

“Of course” He chuckled humorlessly, bitterness spilling out of his tone.

“That fucking bitch and his surf rat friends” He said in annoyed realization. “It’s everything alright?” You asked dumbly, unsure of every word.

“Hell no, your father has the wrong fucking guy!” You were confused at his outburst. “…Mmm” Your brows furrowed together.

“My damn sister and his criminal friends… they certainly deal with that kind of information” He spat out, the poison in his voice being undeniable.

“Alright… then, I’ll get you a phone and we’ll contact her and-” You were cut in the middle of your sentence by a mean sneer. “That’s not how it works, sweetheart” He said harshly. “My sister doesn’t give a shit about me.”

“But, I don’t get it…She’s your sister” Your puzzlement was amusing to the boy. “She should be able to help you” You insisted with a cute frown on your face.

“Oh, she’s able to…she just won’t” A feeling of disappointment washed over you. Feeling desperate at the lack of resources to help the Cameron boy.

“I’m sorry” You said in a pitiful tone. And Rafe didn’t get why, Why would you feel bad for him? “Stop apologizing” His tone was dry, tired words slipping out of his pink lips.

The silence made itself present again, this time filled with tension. You both stayed like that for an excruciating minute, contemplating what else was to be said.

Suddenly, a new worry clouded your mind. “Have you eaten anything yet?” Your legs started to cramp for being seated too long on the hard floor, still, you refused to step away from the ‘blond’s side’.

He chuckled once again, this time lightheartedly. “That’s the last of my concerns, right now.” He took it as a joke, not really paying it much mind.

“Well, it concerns me…You could faint or-or” You stumbled across your words, struggling to back your point up. His laugh echoed through the air vent, rumbling in your ears.

“Rafe. I’m being serious!” You pouted. Rafe couldn’t believe it, you were actually worrying your little head off for him -and for some selfish reason, he seemed to enjoy it-.

(…)

“Rafe” You whispered into the room, once again you had succeeded in sneaking in. And as you looked around the room, you joyfully added “I brought a board game…and snacks!”

You stood timidly against the door, wondering where the blond was. “Rafe!” You increased the sound of your voice, lowkey panicking at his absence.

“Ra-” You choked on your own words as you observed a tall figure stepping out of the bathroom. A cloud of steam followed right behind.

You felt yourself growing embarrassed as you saw the Cameron boy walking confidently out of what seemed to be the shower.

He was only wearing a towel, allowing the droplets of water to roam freely on his brawny body. He didn’t look ashamed at all as he stood next to the queen sized bed. “You took your sweet time” He said in what you could only describe to be a playful tone.

A plain T-shirt was lazily extended on the mattress and as he picked it up, a set of huge biceps revealed themselves.

Never in your life had you seen a body as hefty as his. Rafe continued to ignore your gaze, lazily putting on the piece of fabric. A glimpse of his toned torso was the last thing you saw as he completely covered his upper body.

“See something you like?” He finally faced you, a proud smirk on his lips as he looked at your astounded face. “No!” You were quick to answer, shaking slightly at the bold ask.

Your anxiousness only seemed to fuel the blond more. A mean grin decorating his face while he reached for the flimsy towel.

The towel hit the floor, revealing his underwear. A pair of designer boxers wrapped tightly against his big bulge.

You simply looked away, gripping the bag of homemade cookies a bit too hard. The Cameron boy laughed at your shyness. “What is all that for? Are we having a picnic?” His grin grew bigger.

“Well, I figured out you might be hungry and stressed out so…” You finally dared to look his way, relived to see he was finally wearing pants.

He only hummed in response, eyeing you up and down in your sleeping shorts and thin top.

“I’m sure you could take some of my worries away” You couldn’t decipher the look on his face as he said that.

You stayed on your place, waiting for the right moment to get closer.

“C’mere” He signaled you to join, and you did, sitting right beside him.

Now, face to face as you sat on the floor, you could see the water dripping from his dirty blond strands. Quickly, you reached out for him with his towel in hand, rubbing it slightly against his hair.

Rafe allowed you to massage his scalp, surprised at your caring touch. “There!” You reacted joyfully at the almost dry result.

And just as you were about to pull your hand away, the Cameron boy grabbed you roughly by the wrist. A soft whine escaped your lips at the rough grip.

The blond completely ignored your small protest, only tightening his hold as he stared deeply into your soul.

“You missed a spot” He finally talked, moving sideways to reveal some strands of untouched hair.

You complied immediately, repeating the process in order to satisfy the blond.

He only hummed once you were done, letting you know he was content with the result.

A few minutes were invested into debating which activity had the right to be first: eating or playing and given the hungry look on Rafe’s face, you both decided on the first.

Seeing him eat made you feel lighter, now without the weight of one concern over your shoulders. “I’m glad you liked them.” You smiled sheepishly at him.

“How could I not like anything that comes from you?” He expressed in between bites, you didn’t think much of it -considering it just to be an exaggerated compliment-.

And as you picked up the residues from the floor, a new sense of curiosity raised deep within you. “So, what’s your hometown like?”

(…)

“Kildare sounds pretty entertaining” You turned your head to the side, noticing how Rafe’s eyes were already on you. “Wish I could visit someday” You looked down, focusing on the way his fingers draw circles around your thigh.

“I bet you know a couple of impressive islands” He had a boyish smirk on his face. The fingertips on your skin tickled you in a nice way. “… I don’t know about that” Your eyebrows were slightly squeezed together.

The Cameron boy stayed silent, waiting for an explanation. “I’ve never really…left The Bahamas” Your frown grew bigger.

“My dad would never let me…” You continued, a tight knot forming on your throat at each word. “He says it’s safer here” Your eyes found his, as a pitiful look made its way onto your face.

“Well-” The sound of multiple vehicles approaching the property cut him off. Engines roared wildly before parking completely.

You heard the voices of a couple men, most of them whom you recognized to be your dad’s men, expect for one.

A guy protested in a shaky voice, putting up a fight. “Rafe, wait!” You reached out for the blond’s pants, pulling from them as you desperately tried to make him sit.

The curses became begs. That’s when you heard your dad with his condescending voice. “This is what happens when you don’t zip your mouth, Mr. Portis” He was furious, you could tell.

“Rafe!” You pulled again, trying your best to keep it together as you heard desperate screams coming from the adult man.

“Rafe, if my dad sees you-” You jumped, choked whimper escaping your throat.

A gun. A gun was fired. The screaming had ceased, only to be replaced by a sepulchral silence.

You sat frozen, eyes stinging heavily while you saw the Cameron boy looking straight onto the murder scene.

“We have to get the fuck outta here” His tone was stern.

Rafe remained stoic as he closed the blinds.

A/N: Let me know your thoughts on this one! 💭

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gatorbites-imagines · 4 months

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uhhh maybe sanji uh tied up and uh desperate becos uhm he wants to touch you so bad but he's forced to just sit there and watch UHHH or not yknow that's cool you're cool I'm cool with it yeah

Sanji Vinsmoke x male reader

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I swear I go insane whenever someone adds Sanji getting a nosebleed in fics. Barking and snarling.

Sanji was seated on his knee upon the unforgiving wooden floor of your shared bedroom on the sunny, something given to the two of you when you started dating. The décor was a mixture of your interests, something that normally brought Sanji so much joy to look at. From his cooking books and notes and his neatly folded suits and other clothes. To your weapons hanging on the walls or leaning in a corner, as your different gis and compression clothes strewn about with less care.

You were a martial artist and weapon expert, someone Luffy had looked at and immediately wanted you on his crew. It might also have been because you were the only person on the island that offered your captain food, as everyone else there seemed to despise outsiders. There didn’t go a day Sanji didn’t thank the gods for Luffy being so insistent for you to join, as it meant Sanji got to meet you and fawn over your muscular body every single day.

Sanji’s mouth tasted like blood as he audibly gulped, his throat giving a click as he tasted the blood that ran from his nose and down across his lips. His nose had been bleeding since the moment you tied his arms up with one of your weapons, the sturdy chain of your well cared for kusarigama woven tightly around Sanji’s wrists and up his arms.

His eyes might as well be heart shaped as he panted, small not fully formed begs leaving his lips as his eyes ran hungrily across your body as you splayed across the bed, your upper body propped up by pillows. The way you laid was very intentional, meant to show off your hard muscles and heavily scarred body as much as possible.

You could see the full body shiver that runs through Sanji as you rub your hands across your chest and stomach, loosely gripping your half hard length and giving it a slight squeeze. Not enough to do much for you, feeling wise, but just enough to make Sanji keen in want, his strong legs twitching with the need to jump up and fling himself at you.

Something about being together with Sanji always made you feel so attractive and wanted, no matter what you wore or what you did, he always seemed to appreciate what he was seeing. Even post battles, when you would be covered in grime and blood, your Gi torn in multiple places and that feral battle seeking glint in your eyes, Sanji would still look at you like you hung the stars. You quickly found out he quite like your post battle adrenaline too, as it always left him limping in the best way.

“please, please, please… my love, please let me touch you” he whines, his voice at a higher pitch as he leans forwards, leaning almost far enough to have him tumbling forwards, his nosebleed dripping off his chin and leaving a puddle on the floor. Sanji almost looked starved, like you were a full course meal, and he had gone without food for weeks.

A soft, almost taunting chuckle leaves your lips, your hands and fingers teasing at your thick muscular pecs, flicking at your nipples in a way you know Sanji so loves to do. Instead of getting up, you just sigh and melt deeper into the pillows, head tilting to the side as if Sanji was just another piece of furniture, and as if his begs didn’t have arousal rushing through you like the bloodlust you always gained in battle.

The chains wrapped around Sanji’s arms creaked as he pulled against them, your lover panting open mouthed, his eyes hooded and pupils so blown it almost swallowed all the blue of his irises. He looked like a mess, his white button up half undone, his equally white undershirt stained with blood at the collar from his nosebleed running down his neck and meeting the fabric.

His black pants did little to hide the raging bulge between his thighs, the tight fabric only seeming to torture Sanji further as his hips twitched and jolted, seeking any type of friction.

With another chuckle, you finally pushed yourself up, scooting towards the edge of the bed. Sanji was kneeling just far enough away to not be able to touch you, even as he whined and tried to lean forwards to do so. “You want it?” you ask, as if the question isn’t clear, as you wrap one of your scarred callused hands around the base of your cock, giving it a slow stroke as if tempting and taunting your lover.

His begs barely make sense, jumbled up vowels as Sanji’s eyes grow misty, as if his inability to touch you is about to bring him to tears. Biting into your bottom lip, you aim your shaft towards him, giving it another long stroke. Sanjis hungry eyes are locked on the gesture, his pink tongue licking at his lip subconsciously, as if tasting you and savoring it.

Seeming to have decided that his verbal begs wont work, Sanji peeks up from under his blonde bangs. His mouth opens, and his tongue flattens as he sticks it out as far as possible as he leans forwards, stretching his neck to try and catch your tip across his tastebuds.

Seeing Sanji so desperate to touch you has a jolt of want to shoot up your spine, leaving your head feeling heady and filled with cotton. “Such a desperate pervert…” you mumble, your voice teasing and breathless, the debauched expression on his face only making your toes curl, as you could have never imagined someone would look at you this way.

A shaky exhale leaves you as he simply nods, agreeing to your statement. Normally you two poke jokes at each other like that, and hed have shot something back at you for calling him a pervert, but here and now, all Sanji seems to care about is the possibility of getting your cock in his mouth, and to taste you upon his palate.

With a feeling of heat curling in your gut, you huff out a breath through your nostrils, the same move you always do before battle, readying yourself for an experience. And being with Sanji really was an experience. Especially as he noisily moaned as you start stroking yourself faster, his eyes locked desperately on the slick movements of your scarred hand upon your shaft, a mixture of drool and blood dripping from his tongue onto the floor, as well as running down his chin.

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starysky1289 · 5 months

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I need more Toxic!Dark!Sorority Vanessa!!

That fic was just.. Chefs kiss. You write so well. 🥹

Thank you for the compliment it means so much. 😭😭🥺I took dark off it because to me toxic is just way more extreme dark.

Toxic!Soroity!Vanessa X Reader. The argument.

TW: DubCon, toxic relationship, drug mention, Pet play if you REALLY squint, slight abuse.

“ Vanessa please. Just sit down and study, you need to pass this test. “

“ I’ll be fine. My father will just throw some more cash at the teacher if I fail. I can’t belive I’m dating a fucking nerd…”

You sat on Vanessa bed, holding your rather expensive book on your lap, watching as Vanessa did her makeup in the mirror.

“ listen. Just do a little with me. If you do, I’ll go down to the frats party with you “

You got up and put your chin on Vanessa’s, as she pushed you off, mumbling to herself.

“ I’m not taking you out anywhere until you cut that hair. You know I hate it long. But fine, give me the fucking book…”

You sighed, and gently placed the book on her vanity, she flipped it open and read some random page, before closing it, going back to her makeup.

“ there, I’m done. Now leave me alone, I gotta finish getting ready for this party. “

You shrank into your skin, you looked at her through the mirror, your eyes starting to water.

“ your..your still going to the party without me? “

“ yeah? Who else is bringing the drugs. “

“ but..I can’t come? “

Vanessa groaned, standing up and heading towards her closest, looking through her multiple revealing outfits.

“ I said you’re not going out till your hair gets cut. And maybe if you loose a few pounds too. “

Your legs trembled, you hated when she brought up your weight, you had been working hard to try and loose some for her, but it was never enough.

“ b..but I’ll be alone in my dorm nessa…”

“ listen. You’re lucky we’re dateing, stop crying and get your shit together, I’ll drive you to your place. “

You grabbed your bag, shoving the papers and books you’d brought try and get her to study with you, it never worked. You froze, your hands trembling as you stared at the bright pink scrunchie around your wrist.

“ I can’t. TAKE IT ANYMORE VANESSA. “

She froze, staring at you in disbelief. You pulled the scrunchie off you wrist, holding it tightly in you hand.

“ I can’t take this abuse! I can’t take how you treat me like an accessory, I’m more than that! I’m sorry your father never loved you enough to give you a good life, but that doesn’t mean you can ruin mine. IM DONE. “

You throw the scrunchie in her small trash, grabbing your bag and storming towards the door. As you reached for the door handle, your wrists were quickly grabbed, and Vanessa shoved you against the wall, her eyes blazing with rage.

“ how dare you. You’d be nothing without me. NOTHING. “

She snarled in your face, her grip around your wrist tightened, you could feel her acrylics digging into your skin. She smirked, her eyes still starring into yours.

“ you wanna go to that party so bad? Fine. We’ll go, and we’ll make sure everyone knows your mine. “

She let go of you, and turned to her closet, throwing you an outfit. You watched as she changed her shirt skirt, tossing it back into the closet and going over to her vanity draws, before glaring at you.

“ don’t just stand there. Change. And if I fucking hear your complaining your dead. “

You quickly began to change, you had faced away from Vanessa, trying not to make much more eye contact with her. She had given you a pink tank top and a white short skirt, that barely covered your ass.

“ take the panties off. “

“ b-but nessa- “

“ do it. “

She growled at you from across the room, you reluctantly stripped them off, tossing them into the corner. You finally faced Vanessa. She wore a white crop top with a pink faux fir jacket, and a pair of tight black joggers shorts. You couldn’t help but notice the bulge in them, your lips quivering, you knew exactly what she was going to do with you.

“ now, let’s give you the last few changes~ “

She pulled your hair up with the pink scrunchie you threw out, putting it in a low ponytail. She fished around another cabinet and strapped a cold peice of leather around your neck. Looking in the mirror, you could see it was a pastel pink collar, you touched it gently, before Vanessa grabbed your wrists again, dragging you downstairs, and eventually out of the Soroity house.

“ your gonna listen to me. And if anyone comes up to you you’re gonna come find me, I don’t need another repeat of last time, do we? “

“ n..no nessa…”

She got into her car, you sitting in the passenger side, as she began to drive out.

“ one more thing. Im Mistress tonight, so if you need me, you’ll ask your Mistress, you got that? “

“ y-yes v-van-….yes mistress…”

Tears swelled in your eyes, as embarrassment flooded through your body. Vanessa glanced at you and scoffed.

“ again with the tears. Stop being such a crybaby, people don’t like it, I don’t like it. “

You wipped your face, and stayed quiet. Your heart raced at the thought of what she’d do to you. Eventually, you pulled up to a large red house, you could hear the music blaring from inside already. Vanessa stepped out and you followed her, she knocked on the door, and a tall, blonde guy welcomed her in, eyeing you down like meat as you followed her in.

People seemed to cheer as Vanessa came in and quickly sat herself down, emptying her purse, she had filled it to the brim with multiple baggies with white powder in them.

“ Y/N. You get the special job of counting my money. And if you do good I’ll reward you~ “

You only nodded, sitting next to Vanessa. You felt her fiddle with the collar, but you didn’t look.

“ alright fuckers, line up. Give the pretty girl your money. “

Dozens of people immediately lined up, digging through the pockets for wads of cash. You’d take it, count how much, and tell Vanessa, who’d hand them a bag worth the money. You couldn’t help but notice the glares you were getting, people eyeing you up and down. Even when they came up to get there shit they’d talk to Vanessa about.

“ pretty thing you’ve got there Nessa, what made ya bring her. “

“ she wanted you to throw a fit before i was gonna go, so i brought her along to help. Don’t worry, she’s got something coming. “

You stayed quiet when the line slowed down, and eventually everyone had gotten something. Vanessa pulled you into her, playing with something in her hand.

“ god…keeping you in a leash has been the best idea I’ve had. It really makes sure you know who you belong to~ “

You had finally noticed it, the black braided leash Vanessa had attached to your collar. You blushed and turned away, Vanessa only chuckled and pulled you in by it, holding you chin.

“ don’t be embarrassed. I think you got me a lot more money than I would off. I think that deserves a reward baby~ “

“ n-Nessa- “

“ mistress. “

“ mistress. Y-yess. I-I don’t wanna do anything in public like this..”

She chuckled again, spreading her legs, messing with her shorts and letting the pink strap pop out.

“ well, keep your mouth on it and no one sees. Easy as that. “

You stared at you, hesitantly moving down to sit between her legs. She held onto your ponytail, pushing your face against the strap.

“ pretty little thing…cmon. Get to work. “

You looked up at her once again, before slowly taking it in your mouth, slowly bobbing your head on it. She kept a good grip on your hair, you watched her look around the room, like she was making sure no one saw, but everyone could.

“ hey, Sarah, Bailey! No im not busy, get me a seltzer and join me. “

You flushed, those were the names of her closest friends. You tried to pull back, but she kept your head down, you reluctantly continued to suck on the pink silicone dick.

The girls sat on each side of her, you could see them looking at you, snickering behind their hands.

“ how’d she get in this predicament~? “

“ she wanted to run her mouth. And I couldn’t just let her get away with that. She threatened to leave me, Bailey, could you believe that. “

Vanessa finally let go of your head, you slowly pulled off, laying your head on her thighs. Sarah petted your head like you were a dog, snickering to herself.

“ can she do any tricks Vanessa~? “

“ mm..not tricks, but she’s a fantastic listener, arnt you baby~? “

“ yes..yes mistress…”

The girls all laughed, you burried your head in Vanessa thighs, you longed to go to your dorm and just sleep, but you had to run your mouth.

“ hey, baby. “

You lifted your head,Vanessa pulled the leash slightly, signaling you to sit on her lap. You felt so out of place there, the strap pressed against your pelvis, Vanessa’s arms around your waist.

“ you do one more thing for me and I’ll take you to ya dorm. “

“ w-what do you want…”

“ ride me. “

You burried your head into her shoulder, the girls giggled as Vanessa kissed your neck.

“ cmon baby, it’s just like at home. Only difference is we’re out. “

“ b-but I don’t like people watching..”

“ this isn’t a option, Y/N. You’ll do this, I take you home, I come back and get wasted. Maybe I should have let you walk out, you could have gotten kidnapped and raped on the way to your dorm. Then I wouldn’t have to deal with you. “

You quickly hugged her, tears forming in your eyes, before you pulled your face out of her shoulder and stared at her.

“ n-no please..d-don’t let me get hurt..”

“ then you gonna do it? “

You held her shoulders, taking a deep breath, before lowering yourself onto the toy, moaning softly. The tears slowly began to roll down your face as Vanessa gripped your waist, helping your ride the strap at a steady pace.

“ that’s it…my girl always comes back around to me, don’t you~? “

“ y-yes mistress, i do. I-I’m your girl..”

All threes of the girls laughed again. Vanessa would slam you down onto the strap, making your moans grow louder every moment.

“ m-mistress please- I-I’m gonna cum please~!! “

You felt the toy spread you, like it could rip you if it was any bigger. You slammed yourself down faster, trying to please her, trying to please yourself.

“ aww..dirty girl. Go ahead, cum…but your walking out of here by yourself, I’m not holding your hand~ “

You where to intoxicated by the pleasure to care, letting Vanessa thrust into your, before you let out one last defeated moan. Your walls clenched around the toy, as you let out heavy breaths. The music was still blaring around you, no one seemed to notice what had just happened besides the two girls and maybe one or two bystanders.

“ such a good girl..what do you say~? “

“..thank you…thank you mistress…I love you..”

Vanessa, for the first time, gently held his ur waist and helped pull you off, as she stuffed the soaked strap back into her shorts, letting you walk out toward the door.

“ I’ll be back in like fifteen, save my seat. “

Vanessa called to her friends, before you walked into the passenger seat, Vanessa pulled you into her, kissing you deeply.

“ oh i love you too…oh how lucky you are that your mine~ “

#five nights at freddy's #vanessa shelly #vanessa shelly smut #vanessa shelly x reader #tw toxic relationship #toxic!vanessa #sorority!vanessa #tw: dubcon #tw slight pet play #tw slight abuse #tw drug mention

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mammon-s · 7 months

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Having a sleepover with Vampire! Belphie and waking up to his teeth sunken in you and feeling him grinding against you.

He shushes away all your little whines and whimpers telling you to “be a good little human and let me drink, you can handle it” covering your mouth with his hand because “what would my brothers say if they heard you? Do you want them to see you letting yourself get all used up like a whore?”

He doesn’t care when your vision starts to blur and your grip on him starts to go slack, in fact it just makes him desperately grind against you more, his teeth sinking in harder.

Even when your body goes completely limp it takes him a minute to finally pull off, licking the blood that’s dripping from your neck. “That’s it, sleep now my little lamb.” As he brushes your hair from your face, admiring your unconscious form.

#slight dubcon #slight somno #I’ll tag them just in case #tw dubcon #cw dubcon #tw somno #cw somno #tw somnophilia #cw somnophilia #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me smut #obey me belphie smut #obey me belphegor smut #vampire Belphie

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fandom-blackhole · 25 days

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Ok ok König half strung thoughts from someone who should be working on like three different school papers and a project->

+18 MDNI (check tags for warnings)

- König who literally has a run in with you bumping into his chest while texting and walking, squeaking out an apology to the giant of a man before scurrying away and he just immediately has his interest peaked and his eyes just follow you until you are no longer within eye sight, unable to work up the nerve to go speak to you without the fear of fucking things up.

- König who some how finds you once more in like a grocery store after not being able to stop thinking about you for the last week or so, to the point hes wondered if hes finally fallen off that line of insanity hes been toeing for years, and just follows and watches you from a distance unable to keep his eyes off of you for very long and manages to catch your name after you run into a friend of yours in the check out line.

- König who as soon as he gets home from the store barely has the mind to throw his cold items from the store into the fridge before pulling open his laptop with the intention of just looking you up on social media, but finds himself on a deep dive of investigating everything about you as he's convinced himself that if he can just find out the things you like, where you work, where you're from, and if you have a type when it comes to partners then he can get over his anxiety and not make a fool of himself and actually talk to you. Though he quickly finds out that the last part of that list of information turns his stomach as he already invested in his attraction to you and seeing you be romantic with others hurts and burns in more ways than one.

- König who when he looks up and sees the sunrising feels a little guilty for spending the whole night investigating you-he refusing to call it stalking even though his interest in you is becoming borderline obsessive as he's convinced himself that you are his one. Now he just needs to figured out how to put his new found knowledge into action.

- König who found out that you like this one local cafe goes in and just waits for you to come in and lucks out when he goes to order another coffee after being there for a few hours only to find you in line behind him so when he pays for his own drink he kinda of awkwardly loiters and jumps in after you order shoving his card down a little too harshly and says he'll pay for yours. You who turns to protest but he won't have it, pushing his card further towards the cashier until they take it.

- König who rushes from the Cafe after getting his card back forgetting his own ordered coffee and cutting off your thanks somewhat abruptly with a stiff head nod and jittery hands as he rushes from the Cafe.

- König who stands outside around the corner hidden grinding his teeth as he feels embarrassment creep over him as he feels like he fucked up the encounter he tried to plan so thoroughly for.

- König who for the next few days replays the whole event in his head over and over and over with a pit in his stomach. Though he also can't get the image of you looking up at him with those eyes of yours with surprise, how he swears he remembers how soft your eyes went, how your pupils widened just a but when you looked at him, convincing himself that maybe you are attracted to him too and maybe he should plan out another encounter.

- König who is deep in his own thoughts coming up with another plan to meet you once he's ready and over his embarrassment, only to have you come up to him with a shy smile while he's shopping a few weeks later causing him to kinda of short circuit because he's not planned for this to happen, he's not ready, he's gonna fuck up more he's sure of it, but you just shyly thank him again for buying your coffee the other day and he watches closely as your eyes kinda dart around refusing to look at him when you ask if he'd maybe like to go to dinner with you some time.

- König who manages to come out of his daze with a burst of confidence that comes from no where and accepts, suggesting a restaurant that he knows you love from all the stalk- research he did, as well as a day and time he knew would fit into your schedule, again from the research, making something spark within him as your eyes light up with excitement at his suggestions as you agree.

- König who spends the time between then and the date planning everything and being a fidgety wreck, but also taking a lot of cold showers because the way your eyes lit up because of him has him so whipped for you but the showers don't work like he needs them too so he finds himself pouring of audio porn sights for sounds of moans until he finds one he thinks you might sound like and then just looses himself with his eyes closed fucking into his fleshlight a few times. All this causing his borderline obsession to grow stronger.

- König who the day of the date fusses with his outfit until he finds one he likes and then rushes out to buy you your favorite flowers or flowers that are your favorite color and then goes and waits at the restaurant while being almost an hour early.

- König who when you finally arrive and he sees your eyes light up because he's there and he stands up awkwardly to pull your chair out for you, who watches the softest most sincere smile spread across your face and knows that he's done for.

- König who plays the perfect gentleman and listens to you talk about yourself all dinner even though he already knows everything you're saying. And at the end of the date he walks you to your car (or calls you transportation, paying in advance for you) and leans down to kiss you but ends up hesitating and finds himself regretting how much he's fantasized about your mouth because now he's popping a boner.

- König who can even make it home, who has to pull over because his phone pings (you'd exchanged numbers during dinner) and finds you sent him a message saying you'd enjoyed the date and would love to meet with him again and riding that high he can't hold back from fisting his cock and cumming all over his steering wheel only to blush hard as he cleans up the mess.

- König who finds himself on several more dates with you until you've found yourselves dating for a month now and he's using his research knowledge once more to buy a *thing* that you've wanted forever and he's excited because this date is the first time you're coming over to him little home, so he thoroughly cleans and prepares to cook your favorite food and dessert.

- König who finds out wasn't the only one who had a present when after he gives you the gift has you pushing him onto the couch as he looks at you somewhat surprised and startled until you climb onto his lap and start making out with him.

- König who thanks every deity that he keeps up with his workout routine when he stands up and carries you to his room laying you on his bed and removes your clothes to find his present which is black lingerie under your clothes.

- König who has to burt his head in your neck to calm himself because fuck do you look so good, but he can't keep his hands from wandering, letting his fingers brush over your ripples pulling on them to hear your sighs and moans as he has to grind into the bed.

- König who oils up his fingers and presses them into your hole, watching you swallow them up before curling them around til he sees you jolt slightly and your eyes roll back.

- König who just gets lost in the rhythm and the sight of you that he looses focus on anything else until you're begging for his cock and then he's realizing just how painfully hard he is so with haste he's gonna look back on and make himself cringe he pulls out his cock squeezing it with a groan and not bothering with his pants removes over you and presses his head to your shoulder as he slides into you feeling your walls squeeze him so good he swears he's seeing the pearly gates.

- König who has to drag this out, has to enjoy this to its fullest sets a slow steady pace, his face still buried in your neck so all your noises are going right into his ear and God was that audio he'd been imaging was you was completely off.

- König who is lost to anything bit your noises and the feeling of his tip brushing deep inside you keeps his pace even as you beg for more as you claw at his back as your clit/cock brushes tantalizingly against the hairs of his happy trail.

- König who finds the only thing to break him from his bubble of pleasure is you tightening around his cock, all but strangling it as you cum, the feeling and your noises driving him to runt into you helplessly until with a groan of your name so hard it hurts his throat his cock accidentally slips out of your hole and as he presses forward desperately to back inside of you he paints your hole white with his cum.

- König who looks down and sees you white covered fluttering hole refuses to move deciding it's a later problem and while he is still hard thrusts harshly back into you as you whine and he sighs and flips the two of you over so you're laying on his chest and he mumbles to sleep.

- König who is sweat and cum covered with your comforting sleeping weight on him you and your divine little hole still squeezing his cock decides that sometimes stalking is ok, just as long as you never find out.

Please reblog if you like this 🫣👉👈

#könig x reader #könig cod #smut #wwarnings ->#tw stalking #tw slight somnophilia #kö is a little obsessed and awkward af #lastly warning for terrible half thought out writing :)#cod x reader #könig x you #könig call of duty #könig mw2 #konig x reader #konig x you

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lipglossanon · 1 year

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With Your Hands Between Your Thighs And A Smile

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(Title from the song lyrics 505 by Arctic Monkeys)

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, stepcest, slight breeding kink, creampie, dirty talk, stepbro!kurt, fem!reader, slight perv!reader

Quick author’s note: if the thought that Kurt seems OOC crosses your mind just know I don’t care lol. Enjoy!

More stepbro!kurt found here

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The house is quiet after your mom and step dad loudly declared they were heading out for their monthly date night. You only wave goodbye as you continue to channel surf.

Kurt, your brand new step brother, sat slouched on the other end of the sofa. You gave a quick glance to him and saw he was completely zoned into his phone. He frowned down at the device before locking it with a sigh.

“The b-battery on this is shit,” he mutters out loud, turning his attention to the tv.

You hum in agreement, as you now openly look at him. You kinda hated how much you liked him. He was such a loser but weirdly sweet. He has been nothing but nice to you and your mom—really trying to make you both feel welcomed (although you could tell he and his dad had a strained relationship).

After he got over the fact you didn’t do social media (his exclamation of “how will people even know who you are?!” was met with an eye roll and a laugh, “I’ll introduce myself to them, Kurt”), you and he got along really well. The fact you wanted to fuck his brains out, however, is something you’ve been keeping pretty close to the chest.

You’ve had to live together for the past few months now since the actual marriage ceremony and you feel like you’re about to crawl out of your skin with want. Kurt is so cringe and clingy, but somehow that seems to really work for him. It hasn’t stopped you from fantasizing of riding him in the back of his car or think about sneaking into his room at night to slip under his covers for a bit of fun.

And now, here you both were at home on a Friday night with your respective parents gone until the wee hours of the morning. You bite your thumbnail as a half formed idea flitted through your brain. You bring your attention back to the tv and begin to purposefully search through the channels for a borderline porno type of movie. Once settling on one, you press your back to the armrest so your body is facing out toward Kurt.

It takes a few scenes before it seems to click with him, which by that time you already have your shorts tugged down as you slowly tease your slit through the gusset of your panties.

“W-what’re you doing?” he whispers, like he’ll get in trouble (god he’s so clueless it makes you want him even more).

“Just trynna have a bit of fun, Kurtie.”

His jaw clenches but his eyes stay on the motions of your hand as you slowly tease yourself. You give him a coy smile.

“You can’t touch me but if you want to jerk off, I wouldn’t mind.”

He sucks in a deep breath and you watch as his dick thickens in his sweatpants. You moan and shuck your shorts and panties all the way off, leaving your cunt bare to his gaze. You then strip off the skimpy tank top you were wearing with nothing underneath leaving your tits completely uncovered.

Kurt’s eyes greedily take you in, bouncing from your hardening nipples down to your dripping pussy.

Your fingers dip back down your body to circle your sensitive and swollen clit. You let out a low whine as a gush of slick coats your inner thighs.

Kurt’s dark eyes sweep over your body, back up to your own heavy lidded gaze.

“You’re so hot,” he breathes out quietly, his own hand squeezing at the bulge in his sweatpants.

You bite your lip to hold back another whine.

“Wanna touch you, Kurtie”

“I-I want to touch you too, but we can’t,” his brows furrow, “we shouldn’t even be d-doing this.”

You sigh out a moan, “I know. It’s really dirty.”

You slip your fingers through your slick folds and sink your ring and middle finger into your soppy wet hole.

“Wish it was your fingers, Kurt. Your hands are so big.”

You watch as he slips the band of his sweats down to his thighs. His cock springs up with a wet slap to his belly.

“Fuck,” you moan, “want you in my pussy so bad.”

“You can’t say that,” he pants, hand slowly beginning to stroke his cock in time with your thrusting fingers.

You pout, “Why not? It’s only the truth.”

“C-cause,” his eyes dart to the door, “we’re step siblings now. What we’re doing is bad.”

You hum, “Mmhmm so bad.”

You slowly ease your fingers out of your clenching heat and crawl over to Kurt’s side of the couch.

He stops stroking his dick to press his hands into your shoulders to stop you moving into his lap.

“W-what’re you doing? You said no touching,” his eyes are glued to your swaying breasts and bare cunt.

“I changed my mind,” you murmur and push against his hold to slip into his lap. You both let out low moans at the feel of his hard cock rubbing against your wet pussy. He kicks off his sweatpants the rest of the way leaving you both now nude.

“We just won’t put it in,” you whisper against his lips, “it’s not wrong if you just don’t slip it in my needy little hole, right Kurtie?”

Your lips drag against his with every sinful word from your mouth. His pupils are completely blown out when you pull back to run your hands down his chest.

“Take this off for me, please?”

He scrambles to quickly remove his shirt, only to get tangled in it before ripping it off and throwing it down on the floor.

You bite your lip as you card your fingers through the light smattering of his chest hair.

“God Kurt, you’re so hot it’s stupid.”

“Y-yeah?” He watches you completely dazed, hands loosely holding your hips like he doesn’t know where to put them.

“Mmhmm, wanted to suck you off the first time we met,” you suck your bottom lip into your mouth as you move your gaze from his chest to his eyes, “wanted to cry and choke on your cock while our parents were having their stupid dinner date in the other room.”

“Fuck.”

His hips thrusted up, dragging his cock up against your clit making your hole clench on nothing. His hands slowly come up and cup each breast. His thumbs begin to softly circle your nipples.

You mewl, arching your back so it pushes your breasts further into Kurt’s space. His lips are parted in awe as he takes your nipples in between his fingertips and tweak the hardened buds.

You couldn’t stop the wanton sounds from tumbling out of your panting mouth.

“So sensitive,” Kurt whispered to himself, ducking his head down to suck on your nipples constantly swapping from one to the other.

“I love your tits, you’re a-always wearing such low tops, and—” he grinds his cock up against your thighs, smearing precum along your skin.

Your hands slide up from his chest to cradle his jaw. You watch him pout as you pull him away from your breasts. Your hands slink down his body to tease the thatch of hair above his dick. His hands go down to your hips, massaging and groping the fat there.

“Maybe,” your gaze drifts down to his swollen, leaking cock. You softly tease the tip before pressing his foreskin back to circle the head.

“Maybe you could just put the tip in,” you say, still dragging your fingers against his pink cockhead.

“Wha—“ he moans, eyes clenched shut and the grip on your hips bruising. You hope there are fingertip shaped marks tomorrow.

“Just the tip isn’t going all the way, is it?” You coo at him, fingers slipping away from the head of his dick down his shaft to feather across his balls.

“Fuck,” he moans, his head dropping forward into the junction of your neck and shoulder, his eyes taking in your hands teasing his balls.

“Just t-the tip, nothing else?” He finally gets out, pulling away to look you in the face.

You smile wickedly, “Exactly, Kurt. It’s gonna feel so good.”

He groans, “Alright, but just the tip. We can’t do a-anything else.”

“Of course, Kurtie,” you press a quick kiss to the apples of his cheeks. “Now, put it in me, please.”

“You want me— oh, fuck. Okay, okay,” he’s mumbling to himself as he slips the tip of his dick into your wet spasming hole.

“Yes, so good. Such a good boy for me. S’just the tip Kurtie, promise won’t go any further.”

His hands are gripping the fat of your thighs like a lifeline, head tossed back in an effort to keep still.

“You’re so fucking tight, god I can’t—“ he chokes out, bringing his blown out gaze to your own.

“You’re just too good at stretching me out, Kurt,” you whine, pressing closer to him, dragging your lips across his in an almost kiss.

“Fuck me, y-you can’t just say s-sh-stuff like that.”

But you’re so desperate at this point and not able to think past the feeling of the slight stretch of your pussy and how empty it feels. Whining you work his cock further and further into your body as Kurt just holds your thighs in a death grip.

He’s mumbling out, “Stop, baby, f-fuck. Can’t keep going— you’re gonna— shit your so tight, gotta stop before we go too far.”

He groans until you’re sitting flushed against his pelvis.

You lift you up just to slide back down, enjoying just how big and thick he is inside you.

“Couldn’t wait, Kurtie,” you sigh out, eyes slipping shut and cunt stuffed full.

Your eyes flutter back open only to see Kurt’s lips pressed in a thin line and eyes dark.

He lifts you up until he’s nearly slipping out before slamming you back down, a choked cry leaving you.

“You promised you wouldn’t go too far.”

He repeats the rough thrust and now makes you grind down as his dick stretches out your weeping cunt.

“But you just had to do what you wanted, huh? Needed me to plug up your s-sloppy little pussy? Telling me how nasty of a, a girl you are.”

He doesn’t pull out as he shifts you both to lay out on the couch. You cry out as he begins deep harsh thrusts, so thankful you’re the only two home as Kurt rails you into the beat up couch.

“Nothing but a cock slut,” he growls in your ear, “only good for letting me use your tight hole.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant, nails digging into Kurt’s broad shoulders, “need it, need you.”

“I’m not gonna last too long,” Kurt grits out.

“Mmm, you gonna cum in me? Going to fill me up?” You gasp out, feeling as Kurt thrusts into you even harder.

“Y-Yeah I am. I’m going to fill that p-pretty pink pussy to the brim and you’re going to love every s-second of it aren’t you?” He pumps his hips faster, feeling your cunt tighten around him.

“Mmm yes, please,” you moan, dragging your nails across Kurt’s back.

Kurt begins to grind down with every thrust of his hips, making you take him as deep as possible.

“Fuck, I-“ Kurt realizes much too late and is now trying to slow his thrusts, feeling closer and closer to spilling inside you.

“I’m n-not wearing a condom.”

His eyes finally drag up from watching his cock piston in and out of your clenching heat. His brows are furrowed in a mix of worry and pleasure.

You moan at the distraught tone and worried gaze, walls clenching around the thick cock splitting you open. You lift your head up to nip at his earlobe, tongue darting out to smooth the sting.

“Doesn’t it feel good though?” You murmur in his ear, “feel how wet and tight my pussy is? You know you want to give it to me. Watch as your cum drips out, leave my hole a sticky mess.”

He moans out while his hips pump faster.

“That’s it, Kurtie,” you purr, eyes glinting in pleasure, “give it to me. Make me cum on your fat cock and I’ll let you cream this pretty pussy.”

Kurt groans and begins to thrust sloppily with abandon. His hips are now rabbiting into your squelching cunt. The couch creaks as you’re filled again and again, your g-spot battered with each thrust that has your toes curling in pleasure.

You let out a breathy moan, “Oh, fuck, I’m about to cum.”

Kurt clumsily slips a hand between you two and starts rubbing at your clit a little too roughly but eager to please; his inexperience is doing it for you though. Your orgasm crashes over you. Your clit throbs as your pussy walls clench rhythmically around the cock filling you causing Kurt to reach his peak as well.

His thrusts stutter into your pliant body as rope after rope of hot cum fills your spasming cunt. You feel his cock throb and kick inside you as your hole keeps milking him for every last drop of cum. He lets out a low moan as he continues to finish inside you.

“There’s so much,” you gasp out, loving the feeling of being pumped so full of Kurt’s hot cum.

“Y-yeah I always—there’s always a lot to clean up,” he blushes so hard the tips of his ears turn pink.

You hum a happy sound as your drag your nails through his messy hair, “I like it, Kurt.”

He looks at you with the most lovesick expression you’ve ever seen before shaking his head.

“This is—we shouldn’t have—“

You lean up and catch him unawares as you kiss him breathless. Kurt’s eyes widen in surprise but lets himself sink down into your body, kissing you back.

Pulling away you give a soft bite to his full lower lip.

“I wanted it, Kurt. And from the feel of it you did too,” you grin up at his flushed expression, “plus it’s pretty hot to get creampied.”

You felt his cock kick inside your well used pussy.

“Wanna go again?”

#kurt kunkle x y/n #kurt kunkle fic #kurt kunkle smut #kurt kunkle #stepbro!kurt kunkle #slight perv!reader #tw: stepcest #tw: breeding kink #kurt kunkle spree #spree 2020 #spree #kurt kunkle fanfiction #kurt kunkle x you #kurt kunkle x fem reader #kurt kunkle imagine

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dont-f-with-moogles · 6 months

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Smut Scribbles 27. "Do you think you deserve this?"

Never Let Me Go (NSFW) Characters: Dazai x Reader Word Count: 1278 words

Shutters were lowered over your apartment windows like heavy lids. They did little to prevent the glare of city lights, for the neon fluorescence was brighter than moonlight. It dazzled the sparsely furnished room, revealing the titles of books piled in the far corners and embellishing the ink upon the scattered notes around them. It shone upon a round table cluttered with empty sake bottles and plastic prescription pots. Beside this, covering a section of floor, lay an unrolled futon with its cover thrown carelessly to the side. Whilst the rest of the building slept, and city traffic droned through the early hours, your small room was filled with low, urgent gasps and the slap of skin on skin.

Dazai’s lean figure was stretched out upon your mattress. Apart from a few bandages wrapped around his forearms, his body lay bare; an apparition of ghostly pale skin. He was hot to the touch; a sheen of sweat glowed upon his heaving chest. Sitting astride him, back arched, your thighs were warm and slick as they clenched Dazai’s thin waist. Lithe fingertips stroked at your legs; they skimmed upwards to clutch possessively at you as he rolled his hips. There was no doubt that he had every intention of leaving his mark upon you; tell tale blemishes which would boast of your exploits. In answer you moved even more strenuously against him, helpless to the searing heat pooling in your core.

Struggling to suppress the desperate sounds which threatened to escape you, you bit down on your lower lip. Your mind was clouded with incoherent pleas; the only clear thought was that you wanted him over and over again. Solace lay in the warmth of his body against yours; it anchored you in the present where, for once, you yearned to remain. For so long numbness had encased you like glass, distorting your view of the world beyond. Stifled in that stagnant air for so long, it was nothing short of a miracle to have that casement cracked open. You were able to breathe; to feel something. And Dazai knew exactly how to reach that part of you; how to unfurl such deep, divine sensations that it drove you wild with desire for more. Your eyes closed as you relished the gratifying ache of him inside you. The delicious sting spread, climbing to sweet peaks of pleasure.

You let out a shiver of breath as you gazed down into Dazai’s flushed face. With his eyes intent upon your own, your grip on his shoulders loosened, hands travelling up towards his neck. Of the many hours you had spent together that night, lost in the heat of his skin on yours, there had not passed a second which carried such intimacy as this moment. There was a sense of delirious abandonment in Dazai’s expression as your fingers encircled his throat. Beneath your thumb his skin stood out in a bloom of pink. A bead of sweat tickled your chest as it rolled down.

"You think - you deserve this?" you managed breathlessly. Eyelids lowered, a dark smile crossed his features.

"Hah... and so much more..."

You squeezed a little tighter, the colour blanching as your fingers applied more pressure. Dazai uttered a low, gagging sound, his hold upon your legs slackening.

What was one more loss after all? You had already died several times over in his arms tonight. Both of you had been at this for hours, for Dazai had refused to let either of you rest. Lifted into the bathroom basin, your legs had hung over the porcelain rim whilst he had knelt to run his tongue over your warm, parted flesh. Again, you had laid across the futon whilst he, out of sight, had brought his mouth between your thighs. Gripping the sheets with your fist, you had writhed and cried out beneath his expert tongue. And after that, once Dazai had discarded his clothes and his cell phone had clattered open beside the pile, he had wound his way up to your neck. Lying between your outstretched legs, his lips had traced your collarbone, your jaw, your mouth. And you had sought his consent, without words, to prise away the bandages covering his neck and chest, exposing the most vulnerable parts of him. Warm sake swirled down with the pills. Sheets which smelled of sex. He had outmanoeuvred you at every turn and, despite the way you were leaning imperiously over him, the only reason Dazai was spread beneath you at all was because he had willed it so. Hadn’t he wanted you to kiss the scars he had once hidden from the world? Hadn’t he asked you to strangle him with your bare hands?

Almost choked of air and surrendering to the heat of you clenched around him, Dazai’s movements faltered. You could feel it coming too. Impatient for release, you uttered a moan of longing. The gradual cresting of pleasure had felt so agonisingly sweet, a part of you knew it would be better to draw out the sensation; to savour the intensity as it broke through you. But you were so close now that it was impossible not to grind your hips a little harder. You weren’t going to last for much longer like this; shaking, soaked against him.

Then the pressure snapped. This orgasm ripped through you more violently than the others. Your mouth hung open; a soundless cry. Tension travelled from your legs to your arms, as though every muscle in your body had pulled taut, including the hands which gripped Dazai’s throat. He watched you fall apart on top of him, your body wracked with sobs of relief. It was almost unendurable, and yet you could not get enough of him. You could hardly wait for him to do this to you all over again. When, finally, you relinquished your hold around his neck, Dazai rasped out his breath in a long, desperate sigh.

Trembling, you leaned in to kiss his lips when a wave of dizziness swept over you. You pushed back a handful of damp hair from your face, uttering a confused, breathless gasp. Inevitably, you had failed to show restraint this evening in every possible sense, including keeping up with Dazai’s drinking. Your fingers remained gripped in your hair as if to prevent your head from sinking forwards. Each shift in position seemed to bring on another headrush; darkness threatening the corners of your vision. Just beyond the gathering shadows, Dazai’s brown eyes were rounded in concern.

“Are you… okay?” you managed, your voice thin, “...I feel a little dizzy…”

You prised yourself away from him and flumped down by his side on the futon. For a moment, both of you lay still. Then you turned onto your side. Dazai’s eyes still held that distant look; his face was flooded with patches of colour. Emerging bruises striped his neck; you too had left your mark. Chocolate hair was glued to his forehead and the sides of his face. He turned his head to the side, meditative, and reached out an arm to you. Gentle fingertips brushed your cheek. Dazai held your gaze just as he held your face in his bandaged palm.

“Ah -” His voice caught in his throat; little more than an exhalation. He brought your mouth to his own.

Deep, breathless, messy kisses. Dazai’s tongue was cold from all the sake; his breath carried its sweet flavour. You kissed him as though you feared being torn apart, your warm chest held against his. Feather-like strands of dark hair tickled your neck as his lips found your ear.

“...this must be paradise, Bella. Never let me go…” ... Lil birthday treat for me... 😌 (<- edited all the OD mentions out of my fic on AO3!)

#dazai osamu #osamu dazai smut #dazai x reader #osamu dazai x you #bungou stray dogs smut #bungou stray dogs #bsd #smut scribbles #n.sfw #tw choking #tw alcohol #tw slight ref to substance abuse #my writing

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nymphoheretic · 1 year

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Synopsis: What if Kyoujuro took Akaza's offer and became a demon? He trades his mortality for the immortality of demon. But for some reason, he can't get your sweet scent out of his head. It calls him like a moth to a flame. So, much that Akaza has to bring you along.

Warnings: Black coded!Reader, slight nocon(but they back off), Dubcon, Corruption, Clawing, choking, biting/marking, spitting, knotting, oral (recieving and giving), blood play, darcyphilia, somnophilia, bondage, collaring, usage of the nickname "Pet" from Akaza, pet play Master/slave, slut calling, humiliation, exhibitionism, dumbification, nipple play, sadism, double penetration, anal, spitroast, claiming, praise, degradation, and just overall roughness(mostly from Akaza). Let me know I missed anything!

Word count: 4.4k

Pairing: Demon!Rengoku x Slayer!fem!reader x Akaza

Tags: @awilddreamermain @babiefwuit @noriken @sailewhoremoon @getogasm @stygianoir@monaukah @bakugosbratx @cherryblossomsenpai @hvziers @suyacho @saetoshis @tokyometronetwork @potofstewie @sulli1361 @e-b-e

A/N: The art in the header is a paid commission by me! Done by the amazing Nightly_uwus on Insta!

You watched in horror as Akaza’s nails grew into sharp claws as You heard Kyoujuro silently and brokenly accepted the demon’s offer. He did not want to die so young. He had so much to live for. Even at the cost of his memories, Kyoujuro wanted to live.

You were glad that you had sent Tanjiro and Inosuke away to help the train members after you had patched the young demon slayer up. You watched as Akaza grinned as he eased his nail into the center of Kyoujuro’s forehead and began to slowly pump his blood into his body.

“Kyou...” You whispered out as tears formed in your eyes as his body began to convulse as the change started. His skin lightened from tan to an almost pale white tone, his once beautiful golden-vermillion eyes darkened until the sclera were pitch black and the gold of his irises nearly swallowed the red.

Short red horns sprung out his forehead and you could fairly see red lines circle his wrists as red claw-like marks appeared on his face. His hair also grew longer and the red streaks spread more throughout the blond locks.

He was still a very beautiful being. Actually even more so as a demon possibly. You could feel your heart racing in your chest. You still loved him. You loved him even if he chose to forget about all your happiest memories, memories of his mother and his brother, to forget about you. But even then, you still loved him. You froze when his turned those eyes on you, his nostrils flaring. You held your sword closer to your chest, prepared to attack if necessary.

“How do you feel, Kyoujuro?” Akaza asked. The change in his new demon was only temporary. He’d need to take him to Muzan for his true form to be revealed. He grinned when Kyoujuro looked up at him with his newly changed eyes, but frowned at the confusion swimming in them. “What?” He asked before turning his head in the direction of the woman sitting teary eyed on the ground, your nichirin blade held close to your chest.

Kyoujuro scented the air again, that inoxicatingly sweet smell making his mind even more fuzzy than what it already was. It was coming from you. Why did you smell so familiar? Why did you make his heart beat so fast within his chest? Why did he want to do nothing but fill you again and again with his cock until you were a sobbing mess? “Akaza...Bring me the woman.” His voice held an air of power even if his transformation was not complete yet and it sent shivers down even Akaza’s spine.

Akaza looked taken aback. Kyoujuro was supposed to be his. He should have forgotten about his past life! He turned angry golden eyes on you but then shifted to the lightening sky behind you. ‘Shit! The sun!’ “Kyoujuro, we have to get out of here!” He grabbed Kyojuro by the wrist and tried to pull him into the shadows of the trees.

He looked over at you, a growl bubbling in his chest. “I’m not leaving without her.” Kyoujuro may still be a bit frail from the transformation, but he was not leaving without you. He needed to know why he felt so drawn to you.

Gritting his teeth, Akaza quickly ran over to you, your eyes wide as the pink-haired demon snarled down at you. “I don't know why you’re still so familiar with Kyoujuro, but he won’t leave without you.” He grabbed your sword from your hands, smacked you across the face with it to knock you out and tossed it aside before picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder. “Kyoujuro, let’s go now.”

Satisfied that he had gotten his way, he stared at the lightening sky for the last time, knowing deep down that this would be the last time he would be able to witness the sun rising over the horizon. He grit his teeth when Akaza yelled at him, he was still getting used to his new body. Flexing the muscles in his legs, he bent down to take off after Akaza when a vaguely familiar voice called out to him.

“Rengoku-san?”

He shifted his eyes over his shoulder to see a young demon slayer. He noted the hurt expression on his face. It seemed this child knew him when Kyoujuro was a human. He flashed the boy a fanged smile before the heat from the sun warmed his flesh and he made a beeline for the shadows of the forest. He needed to find a hideaway from the sun and then he would question you. He wanted to know why your scent was still so familiar to him. Why everytime he looked at you, he wanted to fuck you stupid, to fill your tiny body with his seed, to have you in his arms. Kyoujuro would have his answers soon.

Kyoujuro followed Akaza’s scent deep into the woods until he found the pink-haired demon holed up in an abandoned shack, the windows already boarded up. He scanned the small enclosure for the you and spotted you crumpled up on the floor in the middle of the building.

He rolled his eyes at Akaza's little pout as he was glaring at you. Kyoujuro walked over to where you were and the scent of your blood hit him strongly. It both made his mouth water and his cock rock hard. Why? Why did you make him both want to rip you apart with his claws and fangs, to devour you, but also to pick you up and slam you up and down on his dick until you were sobbing with pleasure.

Akaza watched as Kyoujuro stared down at the woman. The longer he looked at you, the more angry and frustrated he became. Kyoujuro was supposed to be his eternal fighting partner. He should have forgotten about everything. Even a past lover. So, what made this... “Pet so damn special.” Yes, the name “pet” would suit you well. You were merely a toy for Kyoujuro that he will eventually tire of and eat. It was only a matter of time before he had Kyoujuro all to himself. “The little pet won’t last long. I will give her until tonight.”

The blond demon took a step towards the woman, your scent starting to drive him crazy with a hunger he did not understand. He was a demon now and humans were his food. And to make things even worse, you were a demon slayer, his newly sworn enemy.

Was it because Akaza was the one who turned him? He was the Upper Moon 3, his blood should have been almost as potent as Lord Muzan’s himself. But...Kyoujuro had to know. He needed to sate this ache in his chest.

He moved over to your unconscious body, the throbbing in his chest increasing the closer he got. Your scent was intoxicating, mouthwatering even as he saw the line of blood that rolled down the side of your face.

“Kyoujuro...” Akaza said, his eyes narrowing slightly. What was he going to do? While Akaza, himself, did not eat women, he would not put it against the blond if his first meal happened to a female of his past. Maybe if Kyoujuro ate your, it would break this connection they seemed to have. “Eat her, Kyoujuro.” he said simply, his tone dull. “Eat her and be free of this burden she holds over you. That way we can finally fight for all eternity.”

Kyoujuro drowned at Akaza’s voice as he reached the woman and dropped to his knees. He scooped your limp body into his arms, your scent nearly making him feel drunk. You were pretty, no, you were beautiful. Too beautiful for him to even be holding. But, he needed a taste, just to see why your scent was so addicting.

His tongue slipped out and licked at the line of blood that clung to your cheek and a low moan rumbled in his chest. Not only were you beautiful and your scent called to him, your blood was just as sweet and intoxicating. Kyoujuro had to have you. He leaned down and caught your lips with his, his tongue sliding past your pliable mouth to tangle with yours.

The pink haired demon’s eyes narrowed even further as he watched his newly spawned creation lay you back down on the ground before he hovered over you. “What are you-” He stopped and blinked in confusion at what he was watching. Kyoujuro was kissing the human! “What the hell, Kyoujuro? I said to eat her, not kiss her!” he snarled, golden eyes flashing dangerously.

Was he really losing control over his creation? How would Lord Muzan react if he brought not only a human, but a member of the demon slayer corps back to the Infinity Castle with him. Sure, he may get praised for turning a Hashira, but you would never be allowed. “Get rid of her, now! Or I will.” The threat was empty, Akaza would never kill or eat a woman, but Kyoujuro did not know that.

A deep growl emitted from Kyoujuro as he glared at Akaza with burning eyes. He was not going to let the older demon take away something that so obviously belonged to him. Kyoujuro bared his fangs at the pink haired demon in warning, “You try to kill her and I will end your existence, Akaza.” He hand went to the nichirin blade that was still looped through his belt. He held the unconscious woman closer to his chest and sent Akaza another warning growl.

Akaza looked at Kyoujuro and sighed, shrugging his shoulders. It would seem that he would have to change tactics. Raising his hands in surrender, he took another look at you in Kyoujuro’s arms. You were fairly attractive and had a decent body. Maybe you would become a demon too?

No, he remembered the hurt and betrayed look on your face when the blond had admitted defeat and agreed to be a demon. “Okay.” he said as he walked closer to the couple, his eyes remained locked with Kyoujuro’s. “I don’t kill or eat women anyway.” He knelt down next to you on the opposite side of Kyoujuro. “Since you obviously have such an attachment to her and I am the one who created you, it’s only fair that we share her, Kyoujuro.”

Kyoujuro looked at Akaza with barely concealed disdain. What he was saying did make sense. The pink-haired demon did give him his blood to make him an immortal demon, but was he willing to share this woman with him?

Looking down at her, something in his mind wanted to refuse Akaza’s offer, but there was something telling him that she would be protected if he agreed. With a solemn nod, Kyoujuro said, “It is only fair.” He relaxed his shoulders and allowed Akaza to get a better look at the unconscious woman. “Do you know why I feel this way towards her? Who is she and why does her scent call to me?”

Fangs grit tightly as Akaza struggled to think of an answer. He did not know why you managed to be remembered by Kyoujuro’s body. What made you so fucking special. You appeared to be an ordinary human, a normal Demon slayer. You were not even that strong. While Kyoujuro was a Hashira, you could not be any stronger than a Tsuchinoto at best.

But, Kyoujuro was his creation now and should listen to whatever he says as long as it was not about killing you apparently. “Apparently she’s someone you knew before you became a Demon and for some reason you can’t forget her completely.” He sat back on his heels and rubbed his chin. Now that he was closer to you and not in a panic running from the sun, your scent was rather delectable. Akaza froze, your scent made his cock rock hard for some reason and he wanted you too.

The blond saw the way the pink-haired demon’s nostrils flared and how he froze. “You smell it too? It’s her scent. I don’t know either but it makes me want her even more, but not only that having her body in my arms also feels so familiar. And when I kissed her earlier, I thought I felt an even deeper connection with her. You said I knew her when I was human. Was she my lover?” He asked as he gazed down at you, his words sounding strained as he fought the urge to strip you of your clothing and fuck you awake.

“Yes.” Akaza replied reluctantly. He remembered how Kyoujuro told you to stay back and that he would not allow his beloved to get involved with such a dangerous fight at your current level. “But it is possible that once you’ve received blood from Lord Muzan that all memories of her will disappear.”

Kyoujuro tightened his grip on her. “And if I don’t want to forget her. I do want Lord Muzan’s blood to complete my transformation, but this woman calls to me and I want her.”

A frustrated growl left the older demon. There was no negotiation with Kyoujuro. His mind was made up. He wanted to keep you. “Fine. We can keep the pet.” Even if his tone was annoyed, there was a part of him that wanted the woman too. Her scent was starting to become addictive and his mouth watered. “Kyoujuro, since we’re keeping her. We may as well take her for a test drive.”

He smiled as he moved closer to the unconscious woman, touching the riverlette of blood that was slowly trickling down the side of your face. Akaza may never actually consume a woman, but your blood was calling to him and he had to have taste. He brought his two fingers that were coated in the sticky red fluid and brought it to lips mouth. Electricity went down his spine and straight to his cock when the flavor of your blood struck his tongue.

“It’s like her blood is an aphrodisiac.” Kyoujuro said, running the tip of his tongue over the path the blood was beginning to take again until it reached the source at the small wound above your eye. He lapped at it as his saliva began to act as a clotting agent and sealed the wound. “It makes me wonder if other parts of her are just as sweet and addictive.” He then trailed his tongue from the wound back down the side of your face to your neck until he reached the collar of your black uniform.

Akaza’s claws were already making quick work of the duttons that held your top together as he leaned forward to catch your lips with his. He pushed his tongue past your lips and curled it around yours. Even your lips were addictive and he wanted more.

His fingers parted your top and began exploring the uncovered flesh, claws shredding the bandages you used to bind your breasts. He felt you shift slightly, your breathing quickened and he smirked. Just how would you, their little pet, react to being ravished by two demons; becoming their toy.

Kyoujuro crawls down her body, letting Akaza have the top half of you as he takes the bottom. He needed to know if other parts of you were just as sweet. He could sense that you would be waking up soon, but he couldn't bring himself to care. You belonged to him.

He flattened his tongue as he left a wet trail over your belly, your skin sweet and addictive. Kyoujuro felt as if he tasted you before, but he couldn’t remember all he knew was that your skin was soft and supple under his tongue and he wanted more. His hands gripped her thighs before sliding up the skirt she wore. His clawed fingertips ghosted over the thin panties that covered your cunt and he used one to cut through the material.

Fingers gripped and groped at the exposed flesh of her chest as Akaza kissed your soft lips. He wanted to see the look in your eyes when you woke up with one demon fondling your breasts and the other between your legs. He tugged at your bottom lip with his fangs, being careful to not cut you and wake you with the pain.

Akaza wanted a genuine reaction from you as you slowly came to realize what was happening to you. His fingers pinched at your nipple, twisting it lightly as he rolled it. He slid his tongue back inside your mouth and pulled yours inside his mouth which he quickly sucked on. You tasted so damn good; he could not wait for his turn to taste you.

Kyoujuro's tongue found its way to your leg, licking your calf muscle down to your inner thigh. It was like his body remembered every touch that would drive you mad with pleasure as your own small body shivered and a small, muffled sounding moan vibrated in your chest.

That sound was like music to his ears and he wanted to draw more from you. Kyoujuro moved close to your pussy, the sweet scent coming from it drawing him like a moth to a flame. He brushed his nose against your clit, feeling you shiver even more intensely, your legs trembling in his hands. Kyoujuro moved to latch his mouth on that sweet spot that was so tantalizing to him.

You squirmed when a familiar feeling filled your body. Why were you feeling this way? you should only feel like this when you're with Kyoujuro, but he became a demon. You mewed softly at the feeling of a warm tongue lapping at your cunt. It was very similar to how Kyoujuro would do it. Each wet swipe felt better than the last. Another moan vibrated in your chest and you began to wonder what was this foreign pressure on your lips and touch on your chest.

Your hands moved to grab at the head that was between your thighs as I moaned into the mouth covering me. The darkness that was clouding your mind was slowly dissipating. “Oh, Kyou~” you whined when the lips moved from yours to your chest. your body reacted like it always did and you felt the familiar knot of heat flare in your lower belly.

Akaza curled his tongue around one of your hardened nipples and tugged on the other with his other hand. He could sense that you were on the verge of waking up, if the increasing sounds of your moans were any indicator. He stole a glance up at your face and smiled at the twisted look of confused pleasure that furled your brow.

Your soft whimpers were starting to sound like music to his ears, but he wanted to make you cry. Make you cry from the sheer pain and pleasure that only a demon could give you. He wanted to bite you and leave marks all over this supple skin. “Wake up, pet. Then the real fun can begin.”

Kyoujuro wrapped his lips around that tiny sensitive bit of flesh and sucked on it while flicking his tongue over it. He knew you were close, he just had this feeling. Your fingers were tangled in his red-streaked blond hair, tugging and pushing at the same time.

He then retracted the claws of his middle and ring fingers before slowly easing them inside that tight little hole. Kyoujuro needed to taste you. You were already so sweet on his tongue, but he knew there was something even more delicious.

His fingers rubbed against a patch of rigged flesh as he tongue swiped aggressively over your clit. Your hands began tugging and pushing at his head more as your moans became even louder.

That knot in your belly tightened even more, heat spreading down your body and gathering in your belly. You was so close, but who was doing this? Kyoujuro was no longer a part of your life. He left with the Upper Moon 3. You tried to make the darkness fade more quickly as you struggled to open your eyes.

But then the knot came undone and your back arched, lifting off whatever you were lying on as your orgasm shook through your body. Your fingers pulled at the head between your thighs and whoever it was let out a growl that vibrated through your clit. Shivers went down your body as the foreign touch at your chest became even more persistent, tugging and squeezing at your nipples roughly.

Who else could be here? You forced the darkness away as you slowly opened your eyes.

The first thing you saw was the head nestled between your thighs, the wet tongue still lapping up your juices. Your pussy was still tingling from the intense orgasm but it did not seem like whoever it was was going to stop.

You tried to tug at their hair once more but someone grabbed your wrists and pinned them over your head. You looked up and stared into Akaza’s gold eyes. A gasp left me. “What are you doing?” You tried to thrash in his hold, but a strong arm wrapped around your waist, holding your hips down. “Huh? What’s...” Looking down, you finally took in the red-streaked blond hair that you knew so well. “K-Kyou?”

Akaza grinned now that you was awake. He could now have as much fun as he wanted now. “Hush, pet. Let Kyoujuro finish his meal.” His claws shortened to a neat trim as he pressed them against your lips. “Why don’t I give you something to preoccupy that mouth of yours.” He grinned when it looked like you were going to defy him, but another breathy moan made her lips part and his fingers slid inside your warm, wet mouth. “That’s a good little pet. I’ll train you well.” He leaned in and nipped at your neck before soothing he bite with his tongue.

Kyoujuro swallowed every last drop you had to offer from your quivering hole. You were the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. Her flavor is so familiar to him. “Fuck...my sweet little Fireball.” he murmuer into your folds.

The name rolled off his tongue so easily. Like that was what he had always called you. Kyoujuro moved his tongue away from your weeping slit, to circle your clit again, feeling your thighs tremble around his head. One arm was locked over your hips to keep them in place.

Kyoujuro released you and looked up at your face and saw the fear in your eyes and immediately jumped away. “What?” He grabbed his head as an intense throbbing pounded at the front of his head.

“Shit.” the pink-haired demon cursed as he pulled away from you to help his new creation. Akaza thought that this would be a bad idea. You were too closely linked with Kyoujuro’s memories as a human. He glanced at the door and saw that the sunlight still filtered through the bottom of the door. “Don’t you move. I have to go help Kyoujuro. Looks like he’ll need more blood.” He grabbed your face, glaring into your eyes and daring you to defile him.

You nodded your head as you grabbed the open ends of your jacket and held them closed. You watched as Akaza approached Kyoujuro, who was still growling in pain, his eyes flickering from white and black as he held his head.

Was he not a full demon yet? Maybe you could still save him. Save the love of your life. Your body still remembered his gentle touches even if he was supposed to be your enemy. You could not deny your heart still saw him as the man you fell so deeply in love with.

You touched your lips, you could still feel and taste Akaza’s fingers in your mouth. Kyoujuro was never that rough with me...

Shaking your head, you tried to rid yourself of those lustful thoughts. Why were you having such thoughts about your sworn enemy?! That demon took the love of your life from me! But a voice in the back of your head told you that you actually enjoyed having this newly demonized Kyoujuro between your thighs as Akaza had his fingers in your mouth.

Your mind slowly traveled to thoughts of being sandwiched between them, feeling their hands on your body, their cocks deep within you. You slapped yourself hard as you came back to your senses. You watched as Akaza knelt down by Kyoujuro, his nails lengthening. Your heart twisted in your chest as you forced yourself to look away.

Akaza pushed his finger deeper into Kyoujruo’s chest, giving him more blood. He watched as the small horns grew in length and darkened in color, the red of his irises turning into slits as the gold took over. Red flame-like markings appeared on the young demon’s face as Akaza pulled away and licked his finger as the wound healed. “Better, Kyoujuro?”

Kyoujuro slowly put his hands down away from his head, the throbbing pain easing away now that he had more blood. “Yes,” he looked over at you, your sweet scent still in the air; even more so now that he had brought you to an orgasm. He could still taste your essence on his tongue. “But, I should probably not touch her until I can find a way to make her see that I am not to be feared.”

Golden eyes rolled as the pink-haired demons placed his hands on his hips. “Or maybe we get rid of her before we return to Lord Muzan.” He backed away from Kyoujuro when flames suddenly surrounded the young demon as angry glowing eyes locked on his form.

How was Kyoujuro this strong as a fledgling demon? His power was almost on par with an Upper Moon. A smile crossed the older demon’s lips. He truly did find the best fighting partner.

He held his hands up in surrender as he backed away slowly. “I didn't mean kill her.” he said, noting the stubborn look in Kyoujuro’s eyes even as the flames dissipated. “But if you insist on keeping our little pet. She’ll need a collar.”

“I’m sorry?! A what?!”

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weministertomonsters · 2 years

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You wake up to the soft sound of rain drumming against the tent. You're about to roll over when you feel a pair of large manly hands clutch your hips and a warm fluffy tail curling around your ankle. Above the sound of the rain, a moan. Your heart leaps in something like surprise and excitement and you force yourself to lie still.

In the dark of the night it doesn't really matter if your eyes are closed or not but you close them anyway. It makes you hyperaware of what he's doing, his claws caressing over your hipbone, how carefully he scoots closer until his hips press against yours.

Another choked groan. His hand slides up carefully over your ribcage and cups your breast. He murmurs something to himself as his fingers eagerly finding your nipple and squeezing gently. You stifle a gasp as electricity jolts down your spine. From what you've seen, females of.his kind don't have breasts unless they're breastfeeding. Do yours seem like a useless burden?

Maybe, but right now it's obvious he likes them a lot.

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This was supposed to be longer. But I am hopeless at rising to occasion whenever I actually want to write something. * apologetic shrug *

#terato #tw monsterfucking #exophilia #monster x reader #monster fucker #monster smut #slight somno #somnophilia #monsterimagine

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malfromtheblue · 7 months

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REN!!!

so like hes hiding in readers closet when his darling comes back from a hard day at work and just starts stripping in front of him, not even bothering to cover herself up as she falls asleep!! Eeek!!!

REN'S REACTION??? PLEASEEEEE!! (Chubby! Black! reader plz!)

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The day had been exhausting. You barely managed to stumble upstairs without falling, and even if you did, you would have just slept there.

By the time you got to your room, you were barely able to stand. But there was no way you could handle wearing the tight clothes from work any longer.

And Ren was crouching in the closet, watching in amazement as your belly filled out comfortably over the hem of your panties, and your breasts spilled from their unnecessary containment in your restricting blouse. A small squeak escaped from his lips, and he quickly covered it.

Thankfully, you didn't seem to notice. Ren watched as you took off your heels and flopped on the bed, not bothering to cover yourself up. And with that, you were asleep.

Ren had never seen you so... BARE before. He.... Liked it. And so he did something he had never been brave enough to do. He slid out of the closet as quietly as possible, and padded over to where you were sleeping. For quite a while, he just hovered. He knew he had already broken Monster Code. Never leave your hiding spot unless you're going to scare or kill your victim. But he didn't want to hurt you! He could NEVER bring himself to do such a horrible thing!

I mean, look at you! So pretty and kissable. Your brown skin took on an amazing glow from the moonlight shining through your window, your round face and full lips had him shaking, and your curly/kinky hair looked softer than ever. Which reminded him. He noticed that every night before bed, you would put on what you called an... Um... Bonnet? Yes. He took your bonnet from your nightstand and secured it around your head as gently as possible, trying to be careful and not wake you up. It most definitely proved difficult, because his hands were five times the size of yours. However, he managed.

Ren looked back down at you, proud of himself. A small snore rumbled from your throat. He giggled. Cute! He started by taking a seat on the edge of your bed, cringing when the mattress dipped low under his weight with a creak. Still, you slept on. So he continued by caressing your face with his huge hand. Still asleep. He studied your figure, inch by inch, amazed at how perfect you were. There were pinkish marks on your hips and thighs and arms, and breasts. Stripes.... From an angel. Angel stripes! No female monster had those. And not many humans that he's been assigned to either.

And so he kissed your hips and thighs, where most of your angel stripes were, being as careful as posible so he didn't cut you with his teeth. He could've bathed in your natural scent. Warm vanilla and brown sugar. His kisses turned into suckles and nibbles as he took in the sweet, sweet taste of your skin. You were squishy! Squishy, and sweet, and addictive...

"Hm..." You mumbled, stirring in your sleep.

Ren whined a little in frustration but pulled back, his lips leaving your pudgy belly with a 'pop'. He studied you again once more and gave your chest a little peck, before covering you up and turning on your lamp. Just in case you woke up in the middle of the night and freaked out because he knows you're afraid of the dark.

You were safe for now, but what was he gonna do when it was mating season?

(there ya go, darlin! i love black chubby women, so this spoke to me! thanks for the request *bows*)

~ Mal 🍵 (tea is my everything and is now my sign off emoji. if you know, you know)

💕💕💕

#yandere oc #yandere blog #anon request #anons welcome #obsessive love #tw yandere #slight smut #black!fem!reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #x chubby reader

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hideousvoid · 1 year

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Drowning in the dark

"please wrap your arms around my neck tighter even if you choke me, I can't get enough of your touch, warmth and perfume, my pearl"

reader: gender neutral

warnings: stalking mentions, possessive behaviour, obsession, manipulation, delusional yandere and etc. + slightly smut

・゜゜・┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ °

You didn't expect things to end like this, to 'fall in love' with the owner of the mostro lounge, the second-year student that is famous for his perfectionism. Azul puts all his effort in his studies and work, the restaurant or the contracts, same contracts that made you fall in his strong grasp. You only needed some tips for the test of alchemy, knowing how good the man was in that subject you immediately thought of asking him among all people, voices about deals with the grey-haired man could be heard by those who were in dept with him. Too many people, some happy and others annoyed about it, still no one recommended to avoid such a chance.

You thought the same thing even though it was a big risk, plus after Floyd teased you so much about it you couldn't stop thinking of risking for once. What could ever happen? Azul was a serious man with his actions so undoubtedly it must have been secure to do such a thing, bizarre the fact that the teachers didn't find out of his 'secret' already. Without making Grim notice it you went to his office following the little ticket Jade gave you, the eels it seemed to know too much but it wasn't dangerous enough to let it stop you. They acted like that with everyone, teasing and annoying other students just for fun or for work, wasn't rare to find the moody one arguing with someone.

Once arrived to the restaurant you were greeted by the twins with a creepy smirk, taking you to the master of that beautiful place. The lounge was dark with many windows showing the sea, purplish walls and furniture with some light blue or pink lights. Truly wonderful, the view of the ocean was incredible too, most of the time jellyfishes were swimming in front of the windows.

・゜゜・ ⬇・゜゜・

・゜゜・_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

Jade knocked on the door of the vip room with that grin never leaving his face, after hearing the words 'come in' Floyd opened the door making you enter but blocking your way of freedom staying behind you. Azul was there sitting in his chair with his arms on the desk covering his mouth using the hands, he waited too much for you to finally come. Slowly his hands laid on the woody surface, a serious glaze on yours as you sat down uncomfortable for the presence of the eels. The grey haired man already knew what you needed, always catching useful informations and making plans, gladly delivered by his two best colleagues. Slightly raising his eyebrows as you confessed what you went for, he didn't say anything at first just picked a paper and started to write on it, after some seconds letting it slide in front of you with a pen.

"I can give you all the answers for the test but with a condition, you are going to work in the mostro lounge like Jade and Floyd for a week and half, don't make any damage or you'll get severely punished. Sign here and I'll make sure you get the best vote in alchemy" his voice was confident and hypnotic, his beautiful blue eyes staring in yours while his soft lips perfectly moved at every letter. You weren't sure about it, working in a restaurant so many days for a test? Your thoughts were interrupted by Jade that grabbed your shoulder tighting the grip, his voice calm but at the same time dangerously slow. "You already saw how many students were happy after making a contract with our 'boss', let us see your pretty signature." Not even the chance to answer that the other twin added his words too, looking at you as if he was going to bite you. "Come on shrimpy, don't be so hard to get or we'll have to squeeze you!~" sneered as you finally signed the paper, you didn't have a choice anymore and it was obvious, no way to run or to win.

Azul bit his glove trying not to laugh, the human that everyone talked about finished in his trap like anyone else, how desperate were people for a test? Enough to get theirself in such a trouble, he always felt superior whenever someone signed one of his contracts without even thinking about it. "It's a deal! I'll make sure to deliver you the answers once you come back to your dorm, have a nice day and good luck (y/n)" nodding you stood up saying goodbye as the eels accompanied you to the door, this time they didn't say anything and only waved at you while rapidly getting away from that place.

Your test got the highest score and everyone looked envious, how? Azul unfortunately and fortunately kept his word so you had to work for him, the eels making your days more and more difficult trying to get you punished but when you were reaching that point the dorm leader always walked towards you to chat, bizarre for the way he blushed or slightly stuttered while looking at every little move you did. When the contract was finally gone you didn't work anymore with those two devils, still you were attracted by Azul's office as if it was a magnetic. You don't know how you ended so physically with him, the way he teased you got to intense to ignore it, sticking your tongue in his mouth as you pulled his hair or biting his neck. The dorm leader never refused those actions, so desperate to receive it laying on the desk as if he was a snack, begging for more while pressing his thighs together to get more friction.

In the present you were effectively in his room, when a request came out of his trembling mouth "please wrap your arms around my neck tighter even if you choke me, I can't get enough of your touch, warmth and perfume, my pearl." You didn't think twice and tighten the grip on his throat this time with your hands, a moan escaping his mouth as he was getting warmer, his right hand sliding in his pants without letting you notice it. A long night is ahead for you two, be careful to the dorm leader's voice before anyone finds out about this.

#yandere azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto #twst #twst writing #twisted wonderland #gn reader #gender neutral mc #gender neutral reader #scenario #tw stalking #tw possessiveness #tw obsessive thoughts #tw manipulation #slight smut

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