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whore-ibly-hot · 9 months
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Yan!Bully x Reader x Yan!Freak Pt 2
"Boys Night Plus One."
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18+ Minors DNI
Warnings: Bullying, name calling, degradation, violence, non-consensual photos, nonconsensual touching, male pronouns for the yans, mentions of school, general perversion, toxic behaviors, creep behavior, cum, masturbation, male and female genitalia.
Part 1 here
(AN: This one is for you, anon who sent me a bullet-point list of some ideas for Ahmed and Patrick which were better than anything I could have come up with. I love you.)
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You groan, struggling to yank off the cotton top you had taken to wearing for PE class. You had been sick for a week or so, and in order to stay up on your grades you had been doing classwork after school. Today, you are making up some time for gym class using the school's exercise facilities. Once you finally get it off, you unlock your locker and put your gym clothes inside, reapplying your deodorant and putting on your school shirt. Just as you shut your locker, you hear the door of the girl's locker room flap shut, and you perk up at the sound. That's odd, after a few days of working out after school, you've never run into anyone else using the facilities.
"Hello?" You call out, peering around the row of lockers. Suddenly, a fist slams into the locker behind you, making you shriek. You whip around, to see Patrick, the schools most notorious bully laughing his ass off at how spooked you got. "Patrick!" You yell, smacking him lightly. "Ooh, feelin' fiery, huh?" He takes a breath, calming himself after laughing so hard. "What's got you so pissed off?" You roll your eyes.
"You scared me, and you're in the girls locker room!" He fakes shock, and looks around. "Really, the girls locker room? Huh, wonder how I wound up here..." He muses, playfully leaning up against the lockers. "If it was the boys locker room, why would I be here?" You ask. He shrugs. "I don't know, maybe you were tryna' sneak a peek at some dudes after football practice." He grins, leaning over you a little more. "Or maybe you wanted one of them to sneak a peek at you." You blush, and push him away. "Go away, Patrick, there's no reason for you to be here right now." You try to quickly gather your things, and make your way to the door.
"Woah, woah, hey, where ya' going? I'm just checking on you. You haven't been to class lately, I was getting worried." He uses your moment of surprise to grip your wrist and gently pull you back over. "I was sick, just needed some time away from class. Why does that matter to you?" You ask, confused. He's always enjoyed tormenting you, and you would think you were special if he didn't also torment everyone else. Of course, Patrick knows where you've been, because he's had Ahmed posted outside your bedroom for the duration of your absence, both to get photos and make sure you aren't hanging out with anybody else. He shrugs again. "I missed seeing you in these." He reaches into your gym bag, gripping one of the pairs of gym shorts and pulling them out. "Y'know, I don't think these follow the dress code..." Admittedly, you needed to get some new shorts. These ones were small, but you just hadn't gotten around to buying new ones. "Gym class is already fuckin' boring, especially when I can't see your sweet little ass bent over, trying to do toe-touches or yoga or whatever the fuck we're supposed to in that sweaty shit-hole."
You only blush and grab the shorts from him, stuffing them back into your bag. "Well, I'm sure you managed fine without me. There's plenty of girls to perv on that aren't me." You whimper. Patrick chuckles, and shakes is head. "Yeah, but I don't want any of them." He pauses, then clicks his tongue. "That reminds me though, I did make a friend while you were gone. I had a lot of free time since you weren't around to play with." You glance up at him. "Another member of your gang?" You ask. The last thing this school needs is even more assholes hanging out with Patrick. "Nope. It's someone I knew before you left, but I've made amends with them. Patched things up, self-improved." He brags. He looks down at you smugly. "You should be proud of me, I'm a changed man."
"What do you mean?" You aren't sure what previous acquaintance he's referring to. Due to Patrick's widespread terror, it could be pretty much anyone. "You know that new kid, Ahmed?" Your mouth opens in shock. You had heard things about the new boy, with dark hair and wide eyes. You had noticed him a few times in English class. He was always quiet, only occasionally speaking when he was being picked on by the other kids, quietly protesting the abuse. You had traded poetry a few times for an assignment. He seemed very creative. You weren't really sure why the other kids picked on him so much, but you suspected it was because Ahmed was Patrick's new favorite. You had heard of the things he'd done to Ahmed, robbing him, beating him, stealing his classwork. You didn't do anything, how could you? Patrick hated when people stood up to him, and you didn't want his attention on you anymore than it was.
"You're... friends with him now." Patrick nods. "That's cruel, Patrick. You can't do all that stuff to somebody, then force them to play friends with you. It's not right!" You exclaim, boldly defying him for a moment. He only exhales lightly, and puts his hands up in surrender. "You got it all wrong, baby. We are friends, me and him. We've made amends. I told you, I'm changing. I'm a reformed juvenile." He looks up to see if you're buying it. He pouts when he notices you still seem skeptical. "Alright, I guess I'm not 'reformed', exactly, but me and him really are friends now." You only nod, hoping he will drop it and go away. This reaction makes him scoff. "You still don't believe me? Fine, I'll tell you what. I'm going over to see Ahmed at his house tonight, to hang out. Why don't you come with me?" He offers.
You shake your head no quickly. "I'm not going anywhere with you, Patrick." You exclaim. "Well, if you do go, and see me and him are friends, you'll know I'm not such a bad guy, and you might like my new friend. If you don't go though..." He chuckles lowly. "Me and this guy may not be friends... and by not going, your risking this kid getting beat up in his own home. Do you want that on your conscience?" You bite your lip, but shake your head. "No, you don't. I could handle that, but you couldn't, pretty thing. So come on, grab your shit and head over there with me, alright?" You make no movements, and Patrick groans, grabbing your gym-bag. "Fine, since I told you I'm changing, and I'm a gentleman, I'll carry your stuff." His free hand grabs your wrist. You both walk out of the school doors towards the bus stop. As you stand waiting for the bus, he leans in, his lips almost brushing your ear. "We're taking the city bus, and it's late enough that it's gonna be crowded." You nod, not sure where he's going with this. "Lots of hard working people want a seat, and we should give it to them. Being good members of the community and all that shit." He sighs. "So whether or not there's a free seat for you, I expect that ass on my lap for the whole ride, you feel me?" You blush, and look at him with wide eyes. He chuckles, leaning back from your ear. "Gotta save some room for everyone else. Besides, I'm plenty comfortable."
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Ahmed is sitting on his bed, foot bouncing at a pace so rapidly it practically shakes his whole scrawny form. He stares at the clock, counting the seconds until Patrick shows up. He promised, promised he'd have a way of getting you here. After weeks and weeks of photographing you from a distance, Patrick promised he would finally get to be near you, talk with you. Ahmed wasn't exactly sure how Patrick was going to accomplish this, but he knew given his reputation it would be easier for Patrick to get a hold of you than him. He just hoped whatever Patrick did, it wouldn't be as severe as what he endured before Patrick and him entered a truce. He didn't want you in his house for the first time, scared and unsure why you were brought there. No! He wanted his new house guest to be comfortable. His room was dark, with books, figures, and posters strewn about. He did his best to make it homey though. He opened the curtains, cleaned out any trash, (hid his camera and photo collection). He was sure Patrick was going to laugh at him for all this, seeing as Patrick had seen the state his room was in before. Ahmed shakes his head. He wasn't worried about Patrick right now. No, he was ready to see you, talk with you. Maybe... maybe even get to touch you.
The door creaks, and Ahmed hears footsteps approaching. Heavy boots, followed by the light patter of smaller feet. He bites his lip to the point it almost breaks skin. Patrick had done it. You were waiting just outside his room.
He hops back onto his bed, trying to look as casual as possible as the blonde menace he now called a friend traipsed in, with you behind him. "Ahmed... looks like you cleaned up a little in here. Huh." Patrick looks around, hands in his pockets as he leans against Ahmed's bed frame. "Ahmed, I believe you know my new friend." Patrick motions at you. Ahmed nods quickly. "Uh, yeah. We have an English class together." He says. "It's nice to actually meet you Ahmed, you and Patrick are-" You sigh. "Friends?" Ahmed nods. "Yeah, we actually have a lot in common..." He chuckles, shrugging. "Crazy, huh?" He coughs awkwardly. You nod, still not fully convinced.
"See, baby? I told ya' there's nothing shifty going on here! Me and Ahmed are just best buds." Patrick flops onto Ahmed's bed, bouncing the boy up a little as he wraps an arm around him, his grip rough on Ahmed's shoulder. 'Best buds' wasn't really a term Ahmed would use, especially considering two days ago Patrick was pounding Ahmed into this very bed, making the scrawny outcast cry and beg for his cock to go just a little deeper, just a little faster to give him that relief. Of course, Patrick was a jerk, and didn't let him reach that peak for at least three hours into the session, when Ahmed's parents came home. Patrick enjoyed making the boy finally cum on his cock, while trying to muffle his cries knowing his parents were just downstairs.
"So, w-would you like to watch a movie, or play a game? I've got Mario Kart, and Mortal Kombat-" Ahmed lists off a few more games, hoping something would catch your attention and endear him to you. You smile awkwardly, but shake your head. You hadn't really planned on staying, considering you were so sure that Patrick was just tormenting this poor boy. "I actually should get going, it's a Friday night, I don't want to intrude on your boys time." You move to grab your gym stuff, and Ahmed's face falls. He looks at Patrick, glancing at you and silently begging Patrick to do something. Anything, just to keep you here longer. "Calm down, I'll fuckin' handle it." Patrick whispers, before running a hand through his hair and turning back to you. "C'mon, baby! We don't mind you hanging out. Besides, Ahmed's had kind of a rough time in our school. I'm the only friend he's got." Ahmed blushes, not realizing the strategy was to make him look like a pathetic loser. "Patrick-" Patrick shoves his shoulder and continues. "Don't you wanna help him make at least one more friend?" You hesitate at the door, before sighing. It certainly isn't healthy for someones only friend to be Patrick, so you nod. "Fine, I'll stay..."
Several hours go by, and after two movies, four rounds of Mario Kart, and one two-liter of Sprite later, you are on the verge of passing out. You aren't really sure what happens in the next few minutes, but all you know is you are now laying in Ahmed's bed, with Patrick to your right and Ahmed squished on your other side, between you and the wall. Patrick fell asleep first, oddly enough. For a guy with so much energy, he gets sleepy quick. Now it's just you and Ahmed.
"Sorry about this, I didn't realize it was so late..." Ahmed apologizes. He isn't sorry. He imagined hundreds of ways this evening could go, but none of them ended with you pressed up against him, in his bed. God, you were getting your scent all over his sheets and his t-shirt. "M' never gonna wash these sheets again." He mumbles to himself. "Mm- what?" You ask groggily, making him jolt and blush. "Nothing, sorry." You go back to trying to sleep, and eventually pass out.
Ahmed tries to sleep as well, but just as he closes his eyes, he feels a weight on top of him. He gasps, and opens his eyes to see Patrick on top of him. "Come on, freak. We've got work to do." He sits back on the boys lap, allowing him to sit up. "Wha- I thought you were asleep." Patrick scoffs, and shakes his head. "Nah, just knew she wouldn't want to fall asleep around big bad me if she thought I was awake. But, I am. Now go find your camera." Ahmed looks confused, making Patrick roll his eyes. "Come on, you didn't think we were just gonna have a sleepover, did you? Tell secrets and make friendship bracelets like a fuckin' girl scout troop? We have a chance to get some close-up shots we could never get otherwise right now. Maybe even get a feel of her, now hurry up." The plan now confirmed, Ahmed scrambles as quietly as he can off the bed, practically throwing himself onto the floor as he blindly feels around under his bed for the camera. He knocks some stuff around, making Patrick his. "Shut the fuck up!" He whispers harshly. "M' sorry! It's dark." Ahmed whines. Finally, his fingers close around cold metal the camera, and he climbs back onto the bed beside Patrick.
"I'm ready. Just tell me when to snap a picture, and I'll do it." Patrick nods. "Heh, I've always wanted to see what's under this shirt." Patrick carefully slides the thin cotton up, not removing it from you but placing it just under your chin, exposing your breasts to the two boys. "Why doesn't she have a bra?" Ahmed asks. "She was coming back from the gym, already took off her sports bra, I guess. It's in her back over there, if you wanna smell it or some shit." Ahmed blushes. "S-smell it?" He stammers. "I don't know, you're the freak here. I'm just guessing that's something you're into." He isn't wrong.
"God, she's got a nice little pair, huh?" Patrick motions for Ahmed to snap a few photos. "Get one of my hands on em' too." Patrick's large hands cup your breasts, his thumb barely brushing past the nipple. Once Ahmed get's the photos, Patrick begins to gently rub his thumb and fore-finger over the nipples, watching as the delicate buds harden. "Fuck, I always like them better when there hard n' shit. Seeing them poke through t-shirts. I caught her out in the cold once, took everything in me to not make her pop em' out right there in the alley behind the school." Patrick smiles and the memory. Ahmed squirms, causing his friend to take notice.
"Gimme your camera." Patrick orders. "Wha- no! This, this camera is everything to me!" Patrick just groans at the boys pleading. "I'm not gonna' break it, freak. Just giving you a chance to free up your hands so you can play with her tits too." Ahmed looks between Patrick and your breasts, which are now peaking in arousal at Patrick's teasing. He sighs. "Okay, fine." Patrick takes the camera, and Ahmed places two hands on your breasts, squeezing ever so gently. "Wow, they're really soft, except for her nipples, I guess..." Patrick restrains himself from laughing so loud he'll wake you up. "God, you are such a fuckin' virgin. Do something photo-worthy, for fucks sake." Patrick eggs Ahmed on, and in a moment of boldness, the boy places a kiss on your collarbone, before slowly trailing his way down to your left breast. After a bit of careful kissing and teasing, his chapped lips find your nipple, latching gently.
"Shit... there you go." Ahmed is so lost in the taste of your soft skin that he doesn't register the camera flashing a few times as Patrick snaps some pictures. What he does hear however, is the soft, wanton moan that escapes your lips. He pulls back, eyes wide as he looks at Patrick. Patrick seems just as shocked, but this is quickly replaced with a toothy grin. "C'mon, clearly your making her feel good. Grab at her shorts, I wanna see if she's wet from us just playing with her girls." Patrick insists, and Ahmed obliges. Trembling fingers pull at your shorts, slowly inching them down your relaxed thighs. "Hurry up-' "I'm trying! It's hard when she's asleep, not exactly cooperating." Ahmed eventually gets the thin shorts down your legs, just above your knees in case they need to move them back up in a hurry. To his delight, he managed to hook your underwear down with them, leaving your soft mound exposed to the two boys.
Ahmed's nimble fingers move to spread your lips, the strings of slick breaking apart as he parts them, coating his fingers. He almost finishes right there, seeing the light of the camera as Patrick snaps a picture reflect off of your slick, letting them know just how soaked you are. "Fuckin' soaked... just from a bit of teasing." Patrick groans, making sure to get a picture of both your holes and Ahmed's fingers parting the folds around them. "Is that not normal?" Patrick shrugs. "I don't know, some people are more sensitive than others, I guess. Especially when they haven't been touched." Ahmed's eyes light up at that, and he whips his head towards Patrick.
"You- you think there's a chance she hasn't... y'know..." Ahmed trails off. "We're literally taking nudes of her cunt right now, just say 'had sex', 'fucked', anything. Jesus." The weaker boy shrinks into himself at the blonde's words. "I mean, it's possible. I've never heard of any guy doin' her, and I've never seen her with another guy around school." Patrick continues. "Isn't that your fault?" Ahmed asks, making his new friend chuckle. "Maybe. You're the one who's been outside her window for the past month, ever seen a guy over?" Ahmed shakes his head no. "Then maybe she's just been waiting for the right guy to come and show her a good time." Patrick moves a little closer to Ahmed, pressing himself against the boy's back. For the first time, Ahmed isn't bothered by Patrick towering over his smaller frame. "Well, right guys, y'know." Ahmed doesn't respond, his mind filling with ideas of what might happen, that night when him and Patrick finally get to be your firsts.
Would you be scared? He'd comfort you as best he could, but Patrick wouldn't be much help with that, (though he knows Patrick can be gentle when he really wants something.) Ever the anxious mess, he can't even focus on his fantasies without worrying. He needed to get condoms, and were you on birth control? Patrick should definitely get tested first, who knows what he's got going on. If Patrick takes you first, what should he do? He's content to sit in the corner and play with himself, but he know's Patrick would only make fun of him for 'not getting any'. A final thought strikes him. Would he be jealous? Would you like Patrick better? You've known him longer, and he's definitely more popular. He's pretty, whereas Ahmed is skinny and feral-looking. He's drawn out of his panic by the sound of a zipper.
"Whatcha thinkin' bout, 'Mhed?" Patrick asks. He can tell when his little freak-friend is spiraling. "You wanna touch her, huh?" Ahmed nods. He can feel the rough, calloused hands of Patrick palming his cock through his boxers. He shudders. "So much. I want... god, can I take her first?" Ahmed begs, gasping as Patrick pulls down his waistband, letting his cock stick out. Patrick gently rubs his thumb on Ahmed's tip, collecting a bead of pre-cum. "Maybe. You still' passing science?" Ahmed furrows his brow at the odd question. Why was Patrick asking about classes while he jerks him off over your sleeping form. "Yeah, I'm doing p-pretty well in all my classes..." He replies. He tosses his head back into Patrick's shoulder as the strong delinquent begins to stroke his length with quick, tight strokes. Patrick's free arm wraps around Ahmed's stomach, pinning the boy's back to his broad chest. "Gimme your notes for all your classes then. If you're good for me, n' keep proving you're worth something-" Another harsh stroke. Ahmed is on the verge. "Then maybe I'll let you be the one to break in her sweet little hole." Ropes of white, hot cum spill from Ahmed's cock as he cries out, before quickly biting his lip to try and silence himself. If you woke up now, there would be no way him and Patrick could make an excuse to get out of this. Just the thought of being your first leaves Ahmed so emotional that as his cock twitches in pleasure, he can feel himself tearing up.
"Are you fucking crying?" Patrick presses his lips to Ahmed's cheek, getting a taste. "You get jerked off one time thinking about our pretty girl and you fuckin' cry. Maybe you aren't ready to be her first." Ahmed gags, and turns around. He moves his arms, frantically whispering, begging. "No, no! I won't cry then, I'll be good. I'll make her feel good, please. I- I've gotta be her first, you don't-" Patrick shushes him. "You've got a long way to go. I think you and I will have to practice some more, making sure you last longer than you did just now." Patrick leans to the side, taking in the sight of your nude torso now decorated with Ahmed's cum. He grins. "Alright, here's the deal. You take some photos real quick, make sure we can see the pretty paint-job you gave her." Ahmed blushes as Patrick stands. "Where are you going?"
"Gotta go get some wipes, and I gotta be quick about it."
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antique-remains · 4 months
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Thinking about Choso walking in on you touching yourself. He’s never seen someone do that before so he is confused about what you are doing and how it makes his body feel.
You gently explain it to him and ask him if he wants to watch so he can understand better. You touch yourself while explaining to him what you are doing, where you like to be touched. You tell him how good you’re feeling. You ask him how it’s making him feel. You tell him that being watched is turning you on.
He flushes an even brighter red while being painfully hard in his pants. Being such a good boy and trying to pay attention and be a good student.
“Oh God Choso I’m going to fucking cum, it feels so fucking good, don’t stop watching, good boy” You keep eye contact as you orgasm and Choso cums for the first time, untouched in his pants.
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yandere-writer-momo · 8 months
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From what i can tell
You like jun.
I like jun.
U 🤝 me. Just call me K anon!
Imagine if the yarem groupchat was planning a huge date and then jun just sends a picture of the reader passed out on the bed and juns hand on her waist with the caption "think of a better date she wont be able to walk" and then the others just spams the groupchat pissed at jun and jun just does the after care
Sorry its long! Just needed to get the idea outt!
I would suck that man’s dick from the back if he even so much as looked at me
I love him. He’s my favorite man.
Minors Do Not Interact
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Jun is definitely a menace as a partner. He always takes his darling’s phone and sends suggestive photos in the chat, just to make the others jealous. Even if you’re not having sex with him, he makes it seem like you are.
You bend down to pick something up? He takes a picture and captions it “face down, ass up.” Or if you’re cuddling together in bed? “She’s busy, text later.”
Oliva is the only one closest to him and the bounty hunter has wanted to throw hands with Jun several times for the way Jun talks about you. But every time he arrives on the scene, he sees that Jun is actually taking you on a cute date so he lets it be. Oliva now realizes Jun has a messed up sense of humor (the others eventually figure out he’s joking)
It’s only when he takes a picture of the mess he left you that really gets them all going. Now they’re upset and they’re blowing up his phone but Jun simply shuts it off with a shit eating grin.
“Meu amor, you look so beautiful like this…”
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agirlwithapen · 10 months
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I shouldn’t cry, but I love it
pairing: pervy coach!gojo x gymnast!reader
warnings: dubcon, age gap (gojo is around 35 and reader is 21+), coercing, minor anal play (reader receiving), established relationship (they’ve known each other a long time), power dynamic, slight dumbfication…
A/N: Errr… I’ve never written let alone posted fan fiction so the formatting might be off. Please let me know if I’ve missed any warnings. I don’t really wanna hear criticism yet because I don’t plan on posting again. I just had to scratch my seven year itch :3 Okis baiii
-18, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE.
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You can’t recall entirely how you ended up there, here. Right side of your body leaning into the balancing beam, hands gripping onto the leather-clad frame so tightly, the skin around your knuckles stretched white. Eyes shut so tight it made your body tremble. Or maybe it wasn’t that—maybe it was the man you confided in to help you stretch, pressed up against you. Maybe it was the way he had his growing bulge pressed right up to your clothed sex. Clothed, hah. There was nothing stopping him from tearing the flimsy fabric off your aching body. And that, he knew
“When’d ya start growin’ up on me, huh?” He’d mouth against your calf, pressing a wet kiss to the pudge. He was using the pads of his thumbs to rub deep circles into the muscle to loosen you up, muttering something about how it’s important you do this with him and only him because he understood your body. And who were you to argue? He was your coach. He knew what your body could and couldn’t tolerate more than anyone. He helped you get to where you are now. “Got it?”
“Yes,” You’d breathe out and he’d hum in response, pressing his warm lips to the dip of your calf. Another kiss and down your leg goes. You were so giving, so willing. He knew this, you knew this. He’s the reason you’re successful and you’ve no reason to be anything but. You’d carry his name in your mouth like it was one of your trophies, “My Gojo-sama taught me!” Those moments played in his head often, his chest swelling with pride each time. Even now. Who were you to deny him anyways. You’d fail without him
Now you’re trapped. Chest-to-floor. Against one of your mats, the ones you had bragged about just the day before because of their comfortable cushioning. Your shorts were tugged just below the curve of your ass, the stubborn hem painfully straining against the fat of your thighs and there was your Gojo-sama, straddling you with his legs on either side. You could hear his groan of approval while he stretched apart your ass with the pads of his fingers, watching as your pathetic excuse for underwear fell into the dip to cover you. He let out a chuckle, “Look at that..” he’d hum out “Lucky girl,” “Looks like your intimates are protected” and you squeeze your thighs in response to quell the throbbing. Intimates. That’s what you call them when you would locker talk with your friends, you hated the vulgarity. And he was being so so vulgar, so mean, and you swore up and down you didn’t like it but here you were, squeezing your thighs for some relief
He was attentive to the way you’d react to his touch, to his kisses, to his attention. And he wasn’t going to call you out on it. The man is mean but he isn’t heartless! That’s enough of a reason for you to stay, he thinks so at least.
He hovered above you before leaning down to brush his lips against your earlobe, leaving a trail of wet kisses down your jawline, down your neck, down your curved spine. And your body would react so naturally, arching itself into the cushion of your mat, offering more of yourself to him. Don’t think it went unnoticed. He kissed and kissed, nuzzling the tip of his nose against the flesh your hips. He was making his presence known. Pressing himself against you in ways he’d know would leave a lingering warmth. Planting innocent kisses along the way only to pull back and blow on them, watching you squirm as the cold air washed up against the wet kisses.
And it wasn’t until he finally reached the plush of your ass that he found he couldn’t hold himself back. He’d reach the elastic of your “underwear” (he used the air quotes himself), tip of his nose making contact with it. He would immediately loop his index around the loose hem of his current enemy, huffing out in annoyance. “Just wanna see something,” he’d mutter while tugging the cloth down your legs. You were naive and trusted that he really only wanted to see. He’d argue that it’s not naivety, it’s being dumb but that it’s okay because it’s your natural state of being. You believed him all along the way and that was no one’s fault but your own
Now here you were. Last compromising position of the night. His eyes boring into your exposed sex, a wicked smirk making its way to his lips as his gaze trailed to your puckered rim. Watching it wink up at him whenever you’d squirm. He’d spread you wide for his own sick pleasure and you’d wail in embarrassment. “N-no!” You’d exclaim, trying to wriggle out from beneath him. And he’d snicker at you. “Not there?” He’d pout, feigning a hurt expression. You’d shake your head, no! No means no, he taught you that. “Please no, that’s dirty, no!” You’d manage to get out before he shut you up, sliding his thumb past your gaping lips and pressing the pad of it against your tongue, as deep as it could go. Your lips instinctively wrapped around the digit, drooling around it as you sucked and blinked away your tears
He shook his head in response to your actions. Every plead went in one ear, out the other. You were stupid enough to believe he only wanted to help you stretch and stupid enough to believe he’d be listening to you. “Didn’t teach you be this way,” he’d tut and shake his head once more “Taught you better. To respect your superiors.” He’d sigh out, his free hand digging into the flesh of your ass as he spread you open once more before giving it a harsh smack, thwap! Earning him a jolt and a cry. “Promise to be good n’ I won’t touch where it’s dirty. Won’t even look, ‘kay?” He offered while you could only sniffle and nod. You flinched when you felt a glob of split land itself on your hole. It wasn’t until you felt pressure, a twinge sound your tight ring of muscles that you noticed your mouth was no longer preoccupied.
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p-antomime · 2 years
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L♡vey Letter.
𖦹 minors don’t interact. ┊ wc: 3,5K.
𖦹 content: mean doms!satosugu, unprotected sex, m! masturbation, nicknames, humiliation!kink, cum play, satosugu are both in their early 20s, cunniligus, clit play, hints of corruption!kink, overstimulation.
𖦹 pairings: skater boy!satoru gojō x fem!reader x skater boy!suguru getō.
ᥫ᭡. this is for 𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁; collab by my pretty lovey @fueledbysano! ♡
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"Oh, look who's coming!", his blue eyes looked at you over his glasses as you approached and one arm elbowed Suguru in the ribs to get his attention. 
You looked like a little angel as always. With those always starched dresses they always liked to see, with the slits that stood up when a strong wind breeze hit your body, and your hair in a well-done ponytail, but not too tight so as not to damage your locks, fastened with a pretty bow that matched in color, but not in tone, your dress that went to just above your knees. And they, on the other hand, looked like the same old mess: Getou's hair was tied up in a not too high bun with two strands on either side of his forehead while Gojo's was lazily combed back so it wouldn't fall over his glasses while he was walking down the streets of Tokyo or Shibuya on his skateboard. 
"You're such a cute little thing today, Y/N", who spoke this time was his brunette friend and you looked away like you hadn't heard him right, "Oh, got it, you still want to play hard to get?" 
"I came to give you guys something!", you said, taking the small bag you always carried with you off the shoulder and opening it to take the envelope that a girl who knew you were one of the few girls who talked to that problem duo had asked to give to them, "A girl asked me to give it to you guys." 
Gojo's eyes fell on your delicate hands, but the one who ended up taking the envelope was his friend after letting his own skateboard resting on the ground beside the two of you. 
"Have you become other people's carrier pigeon now too?", he asked in a teasing tone and opened it as you crossed your arms and muttered a 'Hmph!' before answering, "I'm just doing her a kindness, you guys should try being kind sometimes too, it doesn't hurt or anything if you ask me!" 
"But, with you, we're pretty gentle, don't you think?", Satoru asked leaning over to pry what was written on the love letter over his friend's shoulder and opening a bastard smile as he finished reading, "You little girls always prefer the bad guys, don't you?" 
"Not me, don't include me in that", you replied realizing the long seconds it took Getou to analyze the little envelope only to ultimately crumple it up and throw it on the ground like it was trash, "Hey! Don't do it! She did it out of love for both of you.” 
"Tell her we have no interest in her, then", he replied kneeling down to pick up his skateboard again and place it under his arm, "You should already know we have no interest in other girls", when he finished speaking, they both exchanged two accomplice looks; Satoru looking at him over his glasses and Suguru doing the same, but under his bucket hat. 
"I– You're the worst, you both", you spoke irritably before turning away and preparing to go home. 
The reality was that you had met that girl by chance while you were going to an ice cream parlor with your own friends and felt sorry for her trying to explain to you that she liked those two boys who cared about very little besides their own lives and... well, you. It wasn't as if the three of you were friends: far from it, but you had known them longer than you could ever remember and almost all your memories of high school and early college revolved around them like Saturn and its rings. 
Your parents were not the biggest fans of Suguru and Satoru, since they considered those two boys to be influences to be avoided and you understood this completely, since not a few times rumors about how they only hung out with some questionable people to say the least bubbled up around the neighborhood. They were pretty much the opposite of you and that was why neither of them could not find themselves loving it when you gave even the slightest bit of attention to one of them, so much so that most of the conversations of the two of them in message chats were about how 'you looked adorable in those dresses', 'you looked gorgeous wearing that new gloss they gave you as a present'; the only difference being that as time went on the innocent compliments they used to write gradually turned into fantasies of having you completely at their mercy being a slobbering mess with legs spread and slick running down your thighs. 
"Want to go after her or...?", Getou asked in whispers to his friend next to him. 
"You think her parents are home today?" 
The two of them exchanged friendly, cocky looks again before they both looked at you and realized that you were moving further and further away, always with an air of elegance that would never fail to captivate them. 
“Why? You wanted to see which panties she’s using today?” 
“I can’t tell it to you, it’s a secret”, Satoru answered before placing his own skateboard on the ground and silently telling his friend that the answer to his first question before was positive. 
It was the first time they could see you without being surrounded by the safety net of your friends who treated the two of them like animals that needed to be caged and making the most of it was the only thing permeating Gojo's mind the moment the two of them propelled themselves to start moving on their skateboards in the same direction you took. 
And they only didn't take you by surprise when you turned right around a corner because you heard the sound of the wheels and turned back to face them over one shoulder. 
"Stop following me, this is such creepy behavior from both of you", you said before you looked straight ahead again and pretended that they weren't still following you with their skateboards down the car-free street. 
"You're being so mean now with us, dove, 's it because I threw away that little letter?", Getou asked with a sideways grin as he used his right foot to keep adjusting the speed used and you rolled eyes before opening the mouth: "I don't care about that thing, but you guys shouldn't be like this with girls like her, she's sensitive" 
"And so we are, tsk", Satoru replied, "And yet you're still so mean to us, I bet if we sent you a love letter like that, you'd crumple it too", when he finished speaking you looked at him almost as if you were shocked and offended, still not stopping walking. 
"I’d never do such a thing like this! I have manners, unlike you two." 
The mocking giggle they both gave you made you feel the shame flow through your veins and shy for the first time in many years of knowing the two of them. It seemed like they always knew how you were going to react and were always two steps ahead. 
"We bet you have good manners for sure, darling”, Satoru replied and the two of them continued to follow you with their skateboards until you got home and stopped in front of it with arms crossed over the breasts and a frown. 
"Honestly, what d’you want today, huh?", you reached for the key to open the door and as you saw them get off their skateboards and place them leaning against the side of the house entrance, you understood that they really thought you were going to let them in, "No way you guys are goin’ to come into my house, who d’you think I am?" 
"What kind of questions are these? You told us you had good manners and not even an hour later you're already threatening to kick us out of your house?", Getou asked raising one eyebrow and you swallowed hard. 
"M-My parents..." 
"Are not home, we can see it", Satoru completed the sentence for you and shook his head toward the door, "Don't you trust us? We promise we won't do any mess.” 
You looked from one to the other. You could feel that they already had something planned for the rest of the day and a mixture of apprehension and anticipation began to bubble up inside you and send a shiver down your back unhurriedly. It was the first time you were going to be alone, completely alone, with the two of them and that was exactly what was making you apprehensive and, even if you wouldn't admit it, curious. 
"What if my parents come home while you're here?", you asked, opening the door as calmly as you could without letting the hand shake because they were staring at you. 
"We can hide under your bed or in your closet and then go out the window of your room", Getou replied looking at the window that guarded your room behind you and you sighed heavily before letting them in and closing the door. 
"Wow, pretty house!", Satoru spoke raising his sunglasses and looking around before walking down the hallway and eventually finding the living room, where he threw himself on the couch lazily and took off his jacket to leave it on the table. 
"Don't do a mess, Satoru, and don't sit on my couch like this either", you spoke up placing yourself next to him and waving at his heavy boots being placed on the edge of the table and he frowned before facing you and speaking, "It's a couch, I can sit however I want, no?" 
A heavy sigh came out of you and the next second you were picking up each of his heavy, long legs and placing them away from the table. It would have been an easy, innocent task, completely without ulterior motives on your part, but Satoru took advantage of the moment of having you so close to him to thread his fingers through the edge of your dress and pull your body suddenly forward to make you lose your balance and fall onto his. All while Getou came closer, stood beside his friend's legs and brought hands to the back of your dress to lift it up. 
“W-What the fuck d’you–”, before you could complete the accusation, Gojo clamped one of his hands on your cheek to squeeze them together and make you stand still. 
"What kind of language is that, hm? You using 'the fuck'? This is not how a good girl like you should be using the words, 'm I wrong?", his tone made you think you were dumb and Getou's hand sliding down your panty-covered ass to reach your folds scared you to the point where you tried to close legs around his friend's hips. 
"I think she lied when she said she has good manners", Suguru spoke up and stared at Gojo with a suggestive look before the two of them turned your body away without caring about you wriggling to try to gain some kind of control in the situation. 
Just then you were sitting on Satoru's lap, above his dick that started to get hard the very moment he walked through your doorway, with legs spread shamefully in front of Getou, your dress being pushed up and one hand of the man behind you placing itself at the base of your neck to pull you to lie completely against his chest. 
"S-Stop, you two! This is so–” 
"Embarrassing?", Suguru asked massaging of your inner thighs before using both thumbs to do the same over your clit, his eyes fixed on the way slowly and gradually your entrance let more and more of your slick wet the bottom of your lacy undies, "Yes, that's why it's so good" 
You tried to close legs feeling your walls tighten around nothing, your armor against the two of them slowly crumbling with just a few touches on your needy clit. It was the first time that Getou was touching you, but he seemed to do it in a much better way than yourself still over your panties and without even realizing it right, your hips tried to move against his fingertips trying to get a little more friction. 
You hated yourself for the first two seconds for giving yourself up so easily, until Gojo's lips latched onto your neck and began to distribute kisses and nibbles across your skin. 
"She's getting soaked wet, Satoru", Suguru spoke with a smirk on lips before leaning down and leaving a wet kiss exactly over the middle of your panties, "Is it okay t'you if I taste her pussy first? Won't you get jealous?” 
"You can taste her first if I get to fuck her first", the platinum man replied and you tried to stifle a moan upon hearing his words, but the way your legs trembled a little more didn't let you lie, "See? This pretty good girl is all eager to have a good dick inside her, I think we should just fuck her dumb and let her drippin' cum for the rest of the day" 
Getou denied with the head already getting on his knees and pulling your panties down so he could finally see your dripping pussy and throbbing clit, always waiting to be sucked or licked. 
"It'd be such a shame if I didn't give her at least some licks before you ruined her pussy with your lewd cum, 'Toru", you felt Gojo chuckle against your shoulder and the next second his friend's warm tongue licked its way slowly up your folds, calmly exploring your pussy and moving from your entrance to the clit to finally suck it and give you some of the sexual relief you so desperately needed. 
Maybe it was the fact that you shouldn't be doing this, or rather: letting him do this, that made everything better, more delightful, more forbiddenly pleasurable. It was so good to feel Satoru's cock getting harder and harder below your ass while his lips ghosted over your neck and his hands played with your tits until your nipples were hard, it was even better to be able to watch Getou making a mess between your legs with little slurping sounds coming to your ears and one hand going up and down around his dick using your wet panties wrapped around it. 
Every time he lifted his eyes to face you with his mouth still busy on your pussy, you felt yourself about to cum and tried to cling to Gojo's arms for fear of falling forward. It was almost surprising when you actually ended up cumming all over Suguru's glossy lips and your body didn't need to be held in place, the only thing that forced itself up was your hips and your head fell back as you moaned his name out loud and didn't see the violent way his shaft twitched against his fingers and your panties. 
Satoru swore he almost would have cum if he hadn't been so focused on doing this inside your pussy and, holding onto that thought, he pulled you up just enough to be able to unbutton his pants quickly, lower them along with underwear and be able to immediately let his cock slam against your sensitive folds. 
“She’s all so sensitive now, I can feel she throbbing against my tongue”, Getou whispered pulling away and pulling your hips up to help Gojo place you on his dick ready to sit on it and take it to the base, "She may even cum again just by having you inside her, that’d be so cute, you can do this, can't you, dove?", he asked staring at you and pulling your face to be in front of his. 
You blinked a few times, trying to reason about what he was talking about. Your climax had messed up your entire mental state and had you reduced to a tight wet hole begging to be used, so your first response was to nod the head and moan; moans that got even louder and more breathless as Satoru's hands pushed you against his cock slowly, making you feel every vein and inch until his tip kissed your soft cervix and pushed you back into another orgasm that made you teary-eyed as your vision clouded over for long seconds. 
"Fuck her through her orgasm, 'Toru, I wanna see her all ruined by the end of it", Getou spoke still holding your face and watching Gojo hold you by the waist to keep your body still as he began to thrust himself into your pussy so small it almost made him wonder if you could take him completely. 
"Fuck, she's goddamn tight, perfect cocksleeve for real", he spoke breathlessly with hair sticking to his forehead, the smell of sex beginning to permeate the entire living room walls of the house and the wet noise coming from where his dick was connected to your pussy making Suguru's shaft leak a little more, "Gonna leave her and her tight pussy with the shape of my dick by the end", you groaned at the thought and tried to concentrate on anything other than your walls milking him; if you came again before he did, you wouldn't be able to look at them again without feeling ashamed of yourself. 
And your perfect distraction came in the form of Getou pulling your face forward and kissing you hungrily as he took one hand and brought it to his dick, guiding you through the up and down motions to pump it at almost the same rate Gojo used to pound inside you.  
"P-Please, 'Toru, can you– just, ngh, c-cum inside me? I-I need it, you, your cum, inside me", you never thought you would be begging him to breed you, let alone how he would look at you with such lust the very moment the request left your lips; you had no idea how long he fantasized about you riding him and begging for every drop of his cum while he was daydreaming through the streets of Tokyo on his skateboard. 
There was nowhere else he would end it all. He knew that and it became a fact as soon as your walls tightened more when Getou rubbed your puffy clit, his cock twitched even more and his cum was filling you to the brim as another orgasm was extracted from inside you. But the nice feeling of having his veins pulsing and his tip gushing out in piles was short-lived: soon after, Suguru was pulling you up to take Gojo out of your cunt and replacing that long dick with his fatter one, inevitably causing all the liquid inside you to be fucked even deeper. 
"You can gimme just one more, can't you, dove?", he whispered against your ear and you tried to deny it with the head, even though it felt so good to have him moving in and out of you quickly, not giving you time to get your thoughts together and making you just be the dumb little girl they wanted you to be, "Oh, don't deny it, I know you can, don't you have good manners?" 
Just then, two of his fingers were rubbing your clit, walls clenching even tighter around his shaft and Gojo's cum leaking even more down your legs. It was easy for Getou to slide in and out of your pussy after his friend had really finished keeping you wet and it was even easier to end up cumming deep inside your tight pussy and mixing his cream with his friend's in a complete, big mess. 
The little slurred "Fuck" he moaned against your ear made you collapse against his arms in yet another orgasm and you swore you were seeing stars as your mind broke into a thousand little pieces. And just then Gojo pulled your body back and left you sitting as gently as he could on the couch before giving you a little kiss on the cheek. 
"You’re such a cute thing even when ruined, we're so lucky to have you", he said before running hands through his hair in an attempt to tidy it up and getting up to start putting on his own clothes. 
"Good girls are always a good fuck, she's the living proof of this", Getou spoke before reaching for your panties which were still wet in a mixture of his pre-cum and your slick; they were placed back between your thighs, even though both of them were leaking from you, "Good job, dove, we–" 
His speech was interrupted by the sound of something turning. Something turning and the jingling of keys that were not yours coming from outside the door of the house. Satoru and Suguru immediately looked at each other as if telepathically saying "Time to go" and you desperately started running to collect your own clothes without saying anything to them. 
Your parents were home and had probably already seen his skateboards by the door. 
And the two of them, before opening the living room window and putting on their pants, pulled you by the wrist so that they could each give you a quick kiss that barely tickled your lips. You pushed them both away and ran up the stairs to lock yourself in the bathroom, the excuse of taking a shower beginning to form in your head as those two boys jumped through the window frame. 
But, Satoru Gojo's jacket was still decorating the table in the living room.
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ladythot · 9 months
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Jack Hanma with a size and corruption kink. He knows he’s not going to fit but that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to try. He bites his teeth into her shoulder and licks of the blood as he etches himself inside in a way she’ll never be able to be with another man again
Tw: size difference, power imbalance, corruption kink, noncon/dubcon, drugging, overstimulation
We all agree Jack could possibly retain a size kink(very epic) He loves stiff cunts that stretch in a way he could only prove himself worthy of recognition and of your fidelity for his unthinkable gain. He loves a cunt that once he has tarnished the fresh tight rim of it, only he can manage to take in and look at the image longer than most men. He loves the horrific rhythm of hoarse screams and violent scratching at his arms and back when he pounds you into the mattress while all of that seem to satisfy him, one thing he's sure of is, he's training your cunt's tightness and insides to the point his cock would only be the perfect one for fucking your tarnished cunt once more over and over again til you can't stand on two legs and crawl to another man's feet. 
He'll casually slide a drug down your tongue when he catches it sticking out at the air as you gasp, he can't afford you wimping out now not unless he's finished burning the size of his cock into your flesh. He wanted nothing less to be the only man for the right loose size of your hole that only he can torture into squirting, you'd be wrong to think another cock less his size would make you cum ever again as you grew inclined to him and him only.
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minhavn · 1 year
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Yeonjun who slowly manipulates his best friend and fucks her 😩😩
this is sick, i love it <3
"Keep going, sweetheart"
Yeonjun smiled, keeping his hold on thigh and digging his nails into your skin, leaving the reddening crescent like marks all over it.
Without missing a single beat, he pulled you closer and threw your leg over his shoulder, face an inch away as his nose barely touched yours.
"Are you close?" He bit his lower lip, still cannot believe how he was able to rail you on his bed with only a bottle of spiked beer and some cheesy pick up lines along with 'i love you' in-between.
"Don't hold your breath—I'm here to make you scream, okay?"
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tetsurousharlot · 2 years
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For @semisgroupie's heaven and hell collab. Very sorry it's late - writer's block is a bitch and a half. Thank you @nocturnalazura for beta reading!
Pairing: (eventual) ascended demon!Dabi x virgin female!reader
Word count: 12.1k
Warnings: light degradation, use of slut, Dabi calls reader pet, depictions of hell, mentions of heaven, Latin and partial demon summoning spells (I used a few different ones and the incantation used is not the full one so do not try this at home), Dabi is lightly based on the demon Sargatanas from the Grand Grimoire but only for the reason reader summons Dabi, pussy + (I think) ass slaps/impact play, breeding kink, daddy kink, light corruption kink, monsterfucking, size kink + belly bulge (only when Dabi's demon form shows), manga spoilers for dabi's identity, mostly unconnected to the canon storyline but kept endeavor being an shitty person and a hero, altered canon slightly for dabi's demon backstory, unprotected sex, consensual somnophilia, light blood kink, branding, rough sex, dabi's saliva in demon form acts an aphrodisiac, overstimulation, pregnancy, angst, fluff, allusion to a character death, I think that's everything but, please, let me know if I missed something. All characters are 18+ and you must be 18 or older to interact. I block minors 17 and under + ageless blogs.
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FEBRUARY 13, 2022
Releasing a deep breath, you look over the list you found online during one of your many research sessions to triple check that you have everything needed on the table in front of you: towel, a glass bowl, olive oil, wine, holy water – getting that was not easy if only because you had to work up your nerve to ask for it – and white bread. For extra measure, you have ginger incense, ready to be lit in the holder, red candles, and the Latin script printed and ready to go off to the side.
As a warm glow from your fireplace coats the room, you set up the bright red candles on the edges of the table in a circle, surrounding the bowl in the center of the table on top of the towel, leaving a section open for you to work. Your heart beats fast in your chest as you nervously bite your lip, checking the time on your phone. 1:03 AM. Gulping, you pick up the lighter and light the incense then the candles.
Grabbing the paper of text you need to recite, you start the oration, “Omnipotens sempiterne deus adesto magnae pietatis tue misteriis, adesto piis Invocationibus nostris ut speculum istud quod in tuo nomine bene dicere facto.” Checking the paper again, you finish the oration and move onto the consecration as you place five drops of olive oil in rose formation in the bowl, checking again to continue reciting the words before placing five drops of oil on your thumbs, making a cross shape.
Gulping, you start the final step and repeat the sufflation before washing the bowl with the wine, holy water, and the white bread. Checking the instructions again, you throw the bowl in the fire next to you, watching as it rises and grabbing your fire extinguisher and aiming it at the fire, just in case. The warm yellows and oranges ignite into shades of blue before returning to normal, fire dying down as your shoulders slump.
“Should have figured it was a farce,” you huff as you collapse on the couch and sigh deeply. Head falling back, you look up at the ceiling before becoming restless, getting up to grab the piece of paper, eyes scanning it quickly and mumbling the instructions under your breath. Your head snaps up as the vase on top of your fireplace moves and spins.
“Hello? Are you there?” Your heart beats fast in your chest, eyes moving wildly across the room for a glimpse of who or whatever might be out there. When you receive no response, you huff again before going back to read over the instructions once more, skipping past the oration, the consecration, and the sufflation, speaking the last paragraph of Latin under your breath.
“You called for me, pet?”
Your eyes widen as you jump up from your couch, knees digging into the cushions as you turn to face the man – at least, it looks like a man – leaning on your couch, ice blue eyes glinting dangerously in the warm glow of the fire, smirk on his handsome face. Licking your lips, your eyes take in the rest of his appearance – what you can see anyway – from the fangs poking out under his lips, the metal of his nose piercing glinting in the moonlight shining through your window. Your eyes barely make out the spiky shapes of his black hair in the darkness.
“You’re real? My summoning. . . whatever it was I did worked? Are you really a demon?”
His lips curve up in a smirk, making the four studs – two on each side of the corners on his bottom lip – move with the action, “oh, I’m real, sweetheart. Name’s Dabi. What’d you summon me for?”
Your cheeks heat up as you think back to why you summoned him, eyes looking to the floor as you fiddle with the hem of your shirt. A mirthless chuckle fills the air and your eyes snap up his.
“You had to have a reason, sweetheart,” he walks the couch, plopping down on it next to you. His head lolls back, resting on the back of your couch as he faces you, “so you gonna tell me what it is or just waste my time?”
Turning around to sit on the couch, you create some distance as you stare the fire and gnaw on your lip, “I want you to have sex with me.”
“Ah, there it is,” comes his teasing voice. “Pretty little thing like you doesn’t have any mortal men to fuck you? Or is it just that you’re curious what it’s like to be with a demon?”
“Um,” you chew on your lip nervously some more, “actually, I’ve never had. . . never been with anyone. . . like that.”
“Innocent little thing, too,” moving in a flash, he’s pulling you from the couch and walking down to your bedroom, “I’m gonna have fun corrupting you. Pull all sorts of pretty little whines and moans from you.”
He drops you on your bed, body covering yours as he presses you between him and the mattress, forked tongue slithering out of his mouth as he smirks. Your heart hammers in your chest as he leans down, pressing his lips to yours. Your hands thread in his hair as you deepen the kiss, grinding against him.
Pulling away, he regards you with a mischievous look, “I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re grinding on me like a bitch in heat.”
His lips trail down your neck, sucking harshly before crawling the rest of the way down your body until he’s eye level with your cunt. Sliding his hands up your thighs, a loud rip fills the room as he grips your panties, tongue snaking out to taste them before throwing them to the floor, “delicious. But I’d rather drink it straight from the source.”
His tongue slides between your folds as you bite down on your fist, trying to keep quiet. Pulling away, he gives your cunt a harsh slap, watching in delight as it twitches around nothing, “be a good little slut for daddy and let me hear your sinful moans, pet.”
You nod your head, breathless pants falling from your mouth, as he gives back in, nose bumping against your clit as his forked tongue slides back inside you. His hands grip your hips as he pulls you closer to him, moaning into your pussy as you rock your hips on his face. Your head turns side to side with every wave of pleasure he’s bringing you, hands threading in his hair and pulling tightly.
He smirks and doubles his efforts, hands heating up on your waist as he moves your hips against him, the faint smell of singed skin reaching your nose. The pain only adds to the pleasure as your toes curl, moaning his name and gripping his hair tighter as you cum, his tongue lapping up your juices before pulling back, icy blue eyes glinting in the moonlight.
“Just as delicious as I thought you’d taste, virgin.”
Your cheeks heat up at his words, covering your face with your hands.
“No need to be shy now, pet. Not when I just had you falling apart on my tongue,” his hands slide between your thighs, smirking when you spread your legs for him instinctively. He takes his time, working two fingers into you slowly as you wince at the intrusion. He curls his fingers deeply inside you, adding a third to stretch you out for him.
“More,” you whine, rocking your hips against his hand, much to his delight.
“Greedy slut. I just made you cum and it still wasn’t enough for you?” He smirks as he adds another finger, thumb swiping at your clit.
Your head falls back as your hands grip the sheets, knuckles turning white when his fingers curl against your g-spot. Ripping moan after moan from you, he moves them faster, almost like they’re vibrating inside you.
“Be a good pet and cum again. Coat my fingers and daddy’ll reward you. Daddy will give you what you want more than anything.”
Rocking your hips against his hand, your stomach tightens as you cum around his digits, coating them in your juices. He slows the movements of his fingers as he works you down from your high, heavy pants falling from your mouth. Loosening the grip on your sheets, you watch as he pulls his fingers from you, shoving them into his mouth.
Rubbing your thighs together, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth and watch as he closes his eyes when he licks his fingers clean. Your breath catches in your throat when they flash open, watching the emotion that rages in his icy blue eyes.
Lust. Desire. Danger.
Crawling up your body, his hands slide under your shirt before pulling it over your head. He stands back to admire the view, fangs glinting in the moonlight as he removes his own clothes. Stroking his hardened dick, he smirks as you lift up to rest on your elbows, eyes widening as they fall to his large, veiny cock. You lick your lips as you watch him moving his hand up and down, entranced in his movements.
Rising to your knees, you crawl towards him until you’re kneeling in front of him, nervously chewing on your lip as you look up at him with doe eyes. Your hand replaces his and you bring your mouth closer to his cock, nervousness and uncertainty present in your eyes.
His thumb rubs your cheek, tilting your head up to look at him, “don’t worry, pet. I’ll train you how to suck my cock in time. But, for now,” he moves in a flash, pressing you between his body and the mattress, heavy cock resting against your thigh as he settles between your legs, “I’m gonna claim this virgin cunt as mine.”
You gulp as his cock rubs against your folds, head lining up with them before he pushes in slowly as you freeze at the intrusion. His fingers rub your thighs to distract you, pushing his cock further into you as you relax. A smirk makes its way on his face before his lips claim yours, swallowing your scream as he slams into you, tears running down your cheeks.
His hips still, pressed flush against yours, to let you adjust until you nod. He pulls out until just the tip remains before thrusting back in harshly, triangular nails digging into your thighs, drawing blood, “your cunt is sucking me in. You were fucking made to take me, huh?”
Wrapping your legs around his waist, your heels dig against his cheeks as you roll your hips against his, trying to get him deeper, closer. Hand falling to his forearms, your head falls back, exposing your neck to him, as he bullies his cock into you, balls slapping your ass as your toes curl.
Resting his arms under your thighs, he rocks you both as he places them over his shoulders and pushes them to your chest. Loud moans fall from your mouth and your eyes whirl as he picks up speed, your headboard banging against the wall. Bringing a hand to your clit, he rubs harsh circles as more juices coat his cock, a circle of white forming at the base.
“That’s my good pet, soaking my cock with your desperate, virgin cunt,” he angles his hips and you see stars as he moves his fingers faster, digging your fingers into him deeper. His hand grips your chin, forcing you to look at his mesmerizing, icy blue eyes as he shoves his fingers into your mouth, “fucking cum for me.”
You scream around his fingers as you rock your hips against him faster, stomach tightening until you cum hard, coating his cock in your juices. Your arms fall on the bed as your spent body goes limp and he continues to fuck into you for his own pleasure. His cock twitches inside you as he bites down hard on your shoulder, blood filling his mouth, as he cums, painting your walls white and collapsing on top of you.
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Soft light filters through the window as you wake, alone in your bed. ‘Nothing new there,’ you think to yourself as you sit up, thighs screaming in pain and the thin sheet you were covered falls, exposing your bare breast to the empty room. ‘That’s completely new.’
Your eyes widen as there’s a painful throbbing between your legs and memories of last night flash in your mind, heat rising to your cheeks as the sides of your lips curl up, “that really happened. It wasn’t a dream.”
Swinging your feet over the side of your bed, you slowly walk to your bathroom, ignoring the burning between your legs as you start the shower. The sound of running water fills the room as you look at yourself in the mirror, eyes raking over your bare body as you take in the damage of last night. Dried blood marks your neck where Dabi bit you as well as on your thighs where his claws dug into them.
Your tongue rakes over your swollen and bruised lips as you continue taking in the differences of how you look and the smile makes its way back to your face. Steam fills the room and you enter the shower, quickly washing off the remnants from last night and shutting off the shower before wrapping a towel around your body.
Getting dressed after your shower, you quickly change your sheets, throwing the dirty ones in the wash before walking into your kitchen. Passing by the island to your fridge, your eyes fall on a sheet of paper. Tilting your head to the side, you pick it up and your heart beats faster in your chest.
“Call for me again soon, my pet. I’m not done with you yet.”
At the bottom of the note is Dabi’s signature, left in a flourish script, and you hold it to your chest, excited at the thought of seeing him again.
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10:23 PM, MARCH 21ST
Sweaty bodies press against each other as you roll your hips against Dabi’s, panting breathlessly in his ear as your fingers grip his shoulders. It took you a month before you had the guts to summon him again but it took no time at all for clothes to be strewn across your living room and his hands to be gripping your hips. Lifting your head to look at him, moonlight glints on his shark bite piercings and his fangs as his lips curl up in a smirk.
“Already so desperate for my cock, pet?” His hand comes down hard on your ass, making it jiggle as the scent of singed skin reaches your nose, too blissed out as you continue to move on top of him to care, “All it took was one time for you to become a dirty cock slut?”
White rings form the base of his dick as you raise to your knees to thrust faster against him, clenching tighter when his claws dig into your lower back, pain and pleasure mixing in a cocktail of senses, “Dabi!”
“Scream more for me,” he whispers in your ear as he angles his hips, planting his feet on the floor to thrust up into you harder, deeper. Your head whirls and your eyes roll back in your head as the vein on the side of his cock rubs along your g-spot, stars flooding your vision as your toes curl.
Digging your nails into his shoulders, your stomach tightens until the coil snaps and you cum over his cock, coating it in your juices. Panting heavily, you fall against him as he continues to fuck up into you, a warmth filling you as he shoots his hot cum inside you, moaning your name in your ear.
Retracting your nails from his shoulders, you bite your lip and hesitantly speak up, “will you be here when I wake up?”
“I’ll be here until you fall asleep but I don’t spend the night with my pretty, little pets,” his fingers grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Got it?”
“Yeah, got it,” you say sullenly as you try to ignore the fluttering in your heart before lifting off him and climbing down his body, the idea to keep him here for longer popping in your head. Gripping his length in your hand and hovering over him, a string of saliva falls from your mouth to his cock before you move your hand up and down.
His cock twitches in your hand as it starts to harden again and you look up at him through hooded eyes, demure tone contrasting your sinful words, “could you teach me how to suck your cock tonight, then? You said you would.” You look up at him with pleading eyes.
Resting his arms on the back of your couch, he spreads his legs for you to kneel between them, “well, since you asked so nicely. . . try it for yourself and I’ll correct you as needed, pet.”
As your hand moves up and down his length, you tentatively give the tip kitten licks before taking the head in your mouth, salty pre-cum coating your taste buds. Swirling your tongue around the tip, you hollow your cheeks and move further down until your nose is pressed against his lower abs, hairs at the base tickling your nose slightly.
His groan fills the room as his fingers rest on the back of your head, ready to guide your movements if needed, “you’re so good for me, pet. Asked me to teach you how to suck cock but that was all just a ruse, wasn’t it?”
You look up at him with doe eyes, bobbing your head up and down as you bring your hand up. Massaging his balls, pride swells in your chest as he bucks his hips up against you, spit and pre-cum falling from the corners of your mouth. Relaxing your throat, you press yourself against his base more, feeling his cock hit the back of your throat and making his hips stutter.
His fingers tighten on your head as he moans lowly, keeping your head in place as he bucks into your mouth, balls slapping against your chin with every thrust. Increasing the grip on his balls, you continue to bob your head up and down until he pulls you from his cock. He grips your chin as you look at him, confusion swimming in your eyes.
His hand slides down to your cunt, sinking in three fingers, and smirking when you gasp, “not to worry, pet. You did so good for me.” His fingers trail your cheek softly before moving lower to knead your ass, “So good that I want to breed your pretty pussy again.”
Removing his fingers from you, he lifts you up to sink his cock into you and lays you on your coffee table. His knees dig into the floor as he pulls you towards him, nails digging into your ass as he thrusts into you harshly. Your toes curl as they rest on his shoulders, pain and pleasure mixing in a cocktail of senses. Rocking your hips to meet his, you bring your hand down to rub harsh circles on your clit, moaning and tossing your head side to side as he fucks into you.
“Did. . .  oh, my God. . . did you get bigger?”
He smirks as he increases the pace of his thrusts, angling his hips as the tip of his cock hits your cervix, “Are you surprised? I’m a demon, after all. This isn’t even my true form.”
Your free hand moves to his forearm, nails digging in as your hand moves faster, eyes rolling into your head as your toes curl, cumming on his cock for the second time in just a matter of minutes. Planting his feet on the ground, he grips your waist and bullies his cock into your cunt harder, chasing his own high. His hips stutter and his cock twitches as he cums with a roar, painting your walls white, before collapsing on top of you.
Loosening your nails from his arms, your chest heaves as you catch your breath, “um. . . you can put my legs down now.”
“And what if I don’t want to? What if I like where they and you are?” Mischief dances in his icy blue eyes as a smirk forms on his face and you push on his shoulders.
“Come on. You may not need to eat but I do,” just as you finish the sentence, your stomach grumbles, accentuating your point. “You know, if you stayed, you could be exactly where you are more often.”
Lowering your legs and pulling out of you, he leans back against your couch, “now that’s a tempting offer, pet. But, eventually, you’ll need to sleep, too, and, then, what would I do with my time?”
You get up before freezing in your tracks, heart breaking into a sprint at the thought that he might leave as soon as you fall asleep. Desperate to keep him around longer, you say the first that comes to your mind, heat rushing to your cheeks as you bite your lip and head into the kitchen, “well . . . I . . . may not be . . . completely against. . .  certain activities, then.”
His forked tongue slithers out as he smirks, licking his lips before getting up to wrap his arms around your waist and presses his lips to your ear, “I had no idea you were this dirty, pet. Wanting daddy to fuck you while you’re sound asleep.” Backing away, he smacks your ass, smirking when you jump and rub your legs together from the action, “you’ve convinced me, pet. I’ll stay the night.”
The corners of your lips turn up in success as you continue to your kitchen, looking in your fridge for what to make. Eyes falling on some leftovers, you quickly pop it in the microwave to reheat it. Walking back into the living room, you grab Dabi’s shirt and slide it over your head as the microwave goes off.
Grabbing your food, you plop down on the couch next to Dabi, shoving a bite in your mouth and swallowing, “so what’s it like – being a demon? Were you always a demon or did you, like, make a deal and die young?”
“You sure have a lot of questions,” he raises a brow, watching you in amusement.
“I’m curious. Sue me. You gonna answer them or not?” Noodles hang from your mouth as you look at him curiously before slurping them up.
“Mmm, nope. Don’t think I will.”
An exasperated gasp falls from your lips as you shove more noodles in your mouth, sitting in silence until it becomes unbearable. Leaning forward, you grab the remote and turn on the news. A construction site fills the screen before CEO Todoroki Enji fills the screen, his booming voice answering the question from the off-screen interviewer. Out of the corner of your eye, Dabi balls his hand into a fist before the screen goes black.
“Fine. You get five questions.”
“Deal! So were you always a demon?”
“No. Believe it or not, I was actually a human once upon a time.”
Your mouth drops open in shock at the words, “then how did you become a demon?”
“Well, for starters, I died. I was about 13 when a fire broke out at my family home. A demon found me, offered 10 more years and getting away from them in exchange for my soul. I agreed and he spent those ten years, teaching me all about the lore and history of demons so I could decide which one to be when the ten years was up.”
“How long ago did you become a demon?”
“In human years or demon years?”
“Does time move differently in . . .” you trail off as you shove the last of the noodles in your mouth, leaning forward to put the container on your coffee table.
“Hell. And yes, it does. A month could pass here and years would pass there. There’s also the benefit that we can be summoned to any time period as long as we don’t cross our younger self. Or we can visit any time period without being summoned but it’s . . . harder to narrow down.”
“Then both! I want to know how long it was in both human and demon years.”
“Human years? About 2. Demon years? A couple hundred, give or take,” his sharp eyes focus on you. “Last question – make it good.”
“Okay, um,” you rub your hands together and lace your fingers together as you think before moving to sit cross-legged on your couch, “got it! Can demons fall in love?”
“It’s . . . rare but not unheard of. Usually never ends well, especially if the other party is a human.”
Pulling your knees to your chest, your eyes fall to the floor, trying to ignore the crack forming in your heart, “Oh. I see.” You shake your head and stand up, heading to the kitchen to put your dishes in your dishwater before turning back to him and smiling brightly, “um, I know you said five questions but, if I can have a sixth, are you coming to bed with me?”
Smiling softly, he stares at you for a moment, ignoring the pang in his heart as the soft moonlight forming around your head like a halo. He shakes his head and gets up, jumping over the back of the couch. Your laughs fill the air as he rushes toward you, throwing you over his shoulder as he races down the hall.
“I believe you mentioned I could remain buried between your thighs, did you not?” He asks as he lays you on your bed, lifting his shirt off you and tossing it to the floor, and climbs on top of you.
Looking up at him, you rest your forearms on his shoulders, “I did say something like that.” You giggle as his cock stirs, resting against your thigh. A yawn falls from your lips as exhaustion seeps into your bones. “Just . . . maybe later?”
“Oh, pet, I have so much to teach you,” his fingers dance along your folds, smirking when you instinctively part your legs for him. “I can be buried in your pretty cunt without having to fuck you.”
Quickly turning you onto your side, he presses his body against your back, hiking your leg up slightly as he lines his length up with your folds and burying himself deep inside you, “now I can keep my cum inside you as you sleep, pet.”
Another yawn escapes your mouth before sleep overtakes you, Dabi’s warm body pressed flush against yours.
3:48 AM, MARCH 22, 2022
Your headboard bangs against your wall as Dabi rocks your sleeping form with his harsh thrusts, balls slapping your ass every time he slams back in. Throwing your legs over his shoulders, he pants in your ear, smirking when a moan falls from your lips. He pounds into you harder when your hips roll against his unconsciously.
“Dirty little slut, fucking yourself on my cock even when you’re fast asleep. Who knew you’d be such a cock slut in such a short time?”
Wiping the sleep from your eyes as you wake, your tired groan turns into a moan as he snaps his hips against yours, “Dabi! Wh-what’s happening?”
“Don’t you remember, pet? You said you wanted me to fuck you while you sleep. I’m just giving you what you wanted,” he accentuates the words with another thrust, smirking when you clench around him tighter.
Your hands fly to his hair, gripping it tightly as you rock your hips against his breathless pants coming from your mouth, “Dabi! So big, so deep.” Moans fall from your mouth as he increases the speed of his thrusts, tip kissing your cervix, making your eyes whirl back in your head.
Angling his hips, he rocks the both of you faster, balls slapping your ass. Your toes curl as you place your hands on your headboard to thrust your hips against his, “harder! Please, daddy!”
“Hold on tight, pet,” looking at you through hooded eyes, his hands grip your headboard, pulling out until just the tip remains before slamming back in, ripping moans from the both of you. His knuckles turn white as the bed creaks from the force of his thrusts, the wood of your headboard beginning to crack and splinter from his grip.
“G-gonna cum!” You barely get out as your eyes roll back in your head, a white circle forming at the base of his cock.
He brings a hand to your clit to rub harsh circles, groaning as you suck him back in with every thrust, “go ahead and cream on my cock, pet.”
Mouth falling open in an O, your hands grip the headboard tighter as you cum, coating his cock in your juices. His hands grip your hips, talons digging in as he uses you for his own pleasure, thrusting harshly into you. His hips stutter as he roars your name, balls twitching as they empty inside you, painting your walls white, before collapsing on top of you.
After a few moments, he lifts up to rest on his forearms, looking at you softly in the moonlight. His hand cups your cheek and he presses a kiss to your forehead before he realizes what he’s doing, “you look so beautiful like this, moonlight falling on you.”
Your heart warms in your chest as it picks up speed, soft smile on your face before pressing your lips to his softly in response. Playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, you enjoy the moment before he pulls out of you and lays flat on his back, pulling you to him. As your head rests on his chest, your eyes shut and sleep overtakes you, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist.
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1:18 PM, APRIL 11, 2022
Arms snake around your waist as you stir the pot of boiling noodles, causing you to shriek and whirl around, smacking him with the wooden spoon in your hand. 
“Ouch. Thanks for the warm welcome, pet,” He rubs his chin where the spoon hit.
“Sorry, but you surprised me.” Placing your spoon on top of the pot, you turn around to see Dabi behind you and smile brightly, “what are you doing here? I didn’t do the summoning spell.”
“Can’t I visit my best girl?” He pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I missed you, babe.” Pulling back, he gives your ass a light tap, smirk on his face as your hands rest on his arms.
“How sweet. I missed you, too,” you peck his lips lightly, your eyes roaming up and down his body to take him in. Moving your hands to his hair, you ruffle it as a laugh bubbles from your lips, “did you dye your hair? The tips are white.” You tilt your head curiously, “can demons even dye their hair?”
“Demons can’t dye their hair,” his hand moves to his hair, surprise coloring his features. “The tips are white?” He turns and walks into your bathroom with you following close behind, looking in the mirror. His ice blue eyes take in his features from his piercings all the way to his mostly black hair, eyes widening as they take in the white tips.
“Everything okay?” You ask, leaning against the doorway.
“Yeah, perfect. Everything is fine,” his hand runs through his hair again. “Just it’s not common for a demon's hair to change colors. Funny thing is my hair was red before I became a demon.”
“Your hair wasn’t always black? I bet you looked handsome with red hair,” you walk over to him, lifting onto your toes to kiss his cheek before turning and walking back to your kitchen.
The corners of his lips pull up as he chases after you down the hall, throwing you over your shoulder.
“Dabi! I have the oven on!” Your joyful shrieks fill the air as he enters the living room, dropping you off on the couch before heading to your kitchen. Turning off the burner, he walks back into the living room, jumping over the back of your couch to climb on top of you.
“Problem solved. Now it’s off,” his hands cup your face, kissing you sweetly, before pulling back to look at you. “You’re so beautiful,” his thumb runs down the middle of your bottom lip, his heart beating fast in his chest.
Running your fingers through his hair, you wrap your legs around his waist as you smile softly at him, “my noodles are gonna get both soggy and clumpy, Dabi.” A faux pout forms on your lips.
“Call me Touya.”
“What?” You pull back slightly, confusion on your face.
“Call me Touya. It’s my actual name. Dabi is my demon name.”
Smiling softly, you press your lips to his, “okay.” You agree before teasing him, “So, Touya, what are you going to do about my noodles?”
“I’ll get you food later to make up for it,” shaking his head, a chuckle falls from his lips as he speaks before his lips fall to your neck, trailing kisses down to your collarbone and pulling your shirt down to give him more access. “Right now, I need to have you.”
Your laughter fills the air at his actions, “horn dog.”
“Maybe so but I’m your horn dog.”
“Lucky me,” you tease, moaning as you grind against him. “Well, if you have to have me, I suppose lunch can wait.”
“Good girl,” his lips claim yours again as he lifts your shirt over your head and throws it on the floor.
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Jagged, gray rocks line the walls, matching the gray flooring as the smell of sulfur fills the air. Shigaraki, Kurogiri and Spinner stand off to the side as various demons come through the gate, walking past to get to their various abodes. Shigaraki narrows his eyes, waiting for Dabi to come through before huffing and walking off to the hellfire lounge. Kurogiri and Spinner follow after him, joining Shigaraki in the booth he claimed.
Fire shoots up the walls, adding to the comforting heat, as a magenta skinned demon walks up, waving her hand to make three drinks appear before walking off.
Shigaraki taps his fingers on the table before snatching the drink, taking a long sip, “so which pathetic human did Dabi run off to see today?”
“Dunno but word on the street is he’s been sneaking off without being summoned,” Spinner licks his lips before smirking, green scales turning up around his mouth. “A l/n y/n. And there’s been no summoning spell from her – or anyone –registered when he sneaks off.”
“So dear old Dabi got attached,” Shigaraki slams his glass down, lips turning up in an evil smile. “Interesting, considering he said he’d never fall in love with anyone. Even more so with a ‘lowly human.’ He better come to his senses soon, if he really does care for her,” he takes a sip of his drink, placing it on the table again. “We all know what happens to humans that fall in love with a demon. Sooner or later, they turn to dust,” he says, all fingers touching his glass as it disintegrates in his hand.
Kurogiri’s black flames flow behind him, “Shigaraki, stop threatening every human just because you think they’re below you. Without humans, we wouldn’t have any souls to collect, no purpose to fulfill.”
A growl sounds from Shigaraki’s mouth as his lips curl in disgust as a response while Dabi balls his hand into a fist, pressing his back harder against the jagged wall just outside the lounge as he listens in. Not wanting to hear anymore, he kicks off the wall and stalks to his room, blue flames licking at his hands.
2:23 AM, MAY 3, 2022
Dabi is getting really tired of your name from Shigaraki’s mouth. All Shigaraki’s been doing lately is making not-so-veiled threats and all because he was stupid enough to fall in love with a human. Flames lick at his hands as he balls them into a fist and storms away from Shigaraki’s favorite hangout, heading to the portal to Earth. Walking through the red flames, he pictures you, his lips turning up in a smile and, suddenly, he’s walking into your living room.
Dabi walks through the doorway to your bedroom, crouching by your bed to gently shake you awake. A groan falls from your mouth as you stir, lifting up on your forearms to look at him.
“Touya?” You rub the sleep from your eyes. “What are you doing here?”
“I missed you. I wanted to see you,” he leans forward to kiss you, crawling onto your bed and pressing you between the mattress and his body, slotting a thigh between your legs.
You smile into the kiss before pulling back, gnawing on your lip nervously as you glance up at him, heart beating fast.
His thumb pulls your lip free as he pulls back, taking you in, “what’s wrong?”
“You trust me, right?”
“Yeah, of course I trust you. You’re my girl, right?”
Smiling softly as your heart warms in your chest, you nod, “yeah. I’m your girl.”
“What brought this on, love?”
“Well. . . I was wondering. . .” you trail off, biting your lip again, “could I see you in your demon form?”
His heart beats rapidly as he rolls onto his back, sliding his fingers through yours, “promise you won’t get scared or think of me differently?”
“I promise. Nothing you could do would ever scare me or make me think of you differently,” you roll onto your side, head resting in the palm of your hand, to smile reassuringly at him.
He cups your cheek, thumb rubbing it softly, pressing his lips to yours as he quickly gets up and stands at the foot of your bed, shedding his clothes, “okay, then. I’ll show you.”
Moving to your back, you rest on your forearms, raising your brow, “was there a reason you had to get naked first or was it just for kicks?” You tease, slick forming between your legs as you fight the urge to rub your thighs together.
“Don’t be horny – my demon form is a lot. . . bigger and larger. I don’t need the only pair of clothes I have here to be destroyed.”
Grabbing one of your pillows, you toss it at him, “I am not being horny.”
“Love, I can smell how turned on you are from here. Do you want to see my demon form or are you going to keep distracting me?”
Heat rushes to your cheeks at his words, nodding shyly as you watch him intently.
Closing his eyes in concentration, he lets out a deep breath as he feels power and fire course through his veins. Mouth dropping open in shock, you hold your breath as you watch his 5’9” frame expand to 10’. Purple burns coat his giant, muscled arms and thighs as two large, curled horns grow from his forehead. The same purple burns form on his neck and under his eyes, contrasting in a beautiful pain with the soft porcelain of his skin in the moonlight. A long tail, the base matching the translucent, milky white of his skin to the pointed tip turning to the purple of his burns, meeting in the middle in an ombré pops up behind his wide back. His icy blue eyes with black irises watch as yours roam up and down his body, mouth dropping open wide as they land on his 15” inch cock, so much wider and thicker in girth, with black veins running down the sides, causing you to rub your thighs together as more slick pools between your legs.
Moving to your knees, you crawl down the bed, looking up at him, “can I . . . can I . . .” you trail off, unsure of where to even start.
His lips curve up in a smirk, shark bite piercings glinting against the purple skin, “can you what, pet?” He teases.
“Can I touch you?”
His hand comes up to cup your cheek, the tips of his talons pressing lightly against the back of your head, “of course you can. I’m all yours.”
Nodding your head, a shaky breath falls from your lips as you tentatively reach a hand out, running your fingers over his scarred abs. Trailing your hand down, you get to his cock, wrapping your hand around it as best you can, unable to make it even halfway around. A groan falls from his lips as your other hand joins in gripping his cock. Moving your hands up and down, you watch transfixed as a white bead of pre-cum leaks from the tip.
Leaning forward, you pull one of his balls into your mouth, sucking harshly on it as you continue to pump his cock, his head falling back in pleasure, until he pulls back.
“What’s wrong? Does it not feel good?”
“No! It feels amazing . . . but I want to make you feel good so I can be buried inside you,” his forked tongue snakes out as he lays you back on the bed, falling to his knees. “I’m about to have the best meal,” he smirks before lowering his lips to your clit, tongue running along the inside of your folds, his saliva mixing with your juices.
Moans fall from your mouth as your skin feels like it’s on fire, hands gripping the sheets, “wha-what’s the feeling? Why do I feel so hot?”
“Heh, that was fast. My saliva acts as an aphrodisiac in this form. So you can feel nothing but pleasure,” he says as he pulls back and smirks, your juices coating his face.
A wave of pleasure shoots through you, making you grip the sheets tighter, “o-oh! Touya! Please! I-I can’t – I, I need . . .” whines fall from your mouth as more pleasure crawls up your body, needing some stimulation for relief as you rock your hips against nothing.
Attaching his lips to your clit again, he sucks harshly and curls three fingers inside you. A breathless gasp falls from your lips as your toes curl, stomach tightening as you cum on his tongue. He moans into your walls, moving his fingers faster as your thighs shake, “t-too much!”
Ripping his fingers from you, icy blue eyes narrow in a glare as he smacks your cunt, smirking when it clenches around nothing, “I decide when it’s enough, pet. Understand?”
He delivers another harsh slap when you don’t answer, making you gasp and nod your head fast.
“Good girl,” shoving his fingers back inside you, you fist your sheets again, knuckles straining from the grip, and your head turns from side to side as heat creeps up your body, your chest heaving as he moves up your body, lips attaching to your breast, his tongue curling around your nipple. Falling apart on his fingers again, you shout out his name and move your hands to thread in his half white, half black hair, pulling on it.
You’re not sure how much time passes when he finally pulls his fingers from between your legs, thighs shaking from so many orgasms you’ve lost count. As he settles between your legs, his thick cock pulses against your thigh, his pre-cum adding to the mess coating them.
“You’ve got one more for me, don’t you, pet? Just one more so I can breed your pretty pussy?”
You nod your head weakly as he lines the tip of his cock up with your folds, sinking in slowly until he bottoms out. Lifting your head, you gasp as his tip kisses your cervix, his cock poking through your stomach, bringing your hand up to trail your fingers along the outline.
Your pussy flutters around his cock as you press down on your stomach, “oh, my God. You’re . . . so big, daddy.”
“Yeah? Love my demon cock stretching you out?” He pulls his hips back before slamming back in, hands gripping your thighs as blue flames form on his hands, the scent of singed skin filling the air.
Pants and gasps fall from your lips as you clench around him, juices coating his cock from the pain turning to pleasure. Rocking your hips weakly against his, his pubic bone rubs against your clit, making your thighs shake, “Touya! Oh, god! Mark me as yours again,” you plead, hands gripping his as you place them on your hips.
“Dirty slut,” he grins, angling his hips and making your eyes whirl in your head, as he heats up his hands again. Moving to wrap your legs around his waist and holding them there, he rocks you both with the force of his thrusts, his frame towering over yours. Your eyes whirl and your toes curl as you have your nth orgasm of the night, soaking his cock in your juices. Looking at you through hooded eyes, he increases the pace of his thrusts, using you for his own pleasure until his hips stutter, balls twitching as he cums with a loud roar, his cum shooting deep inside you.
Pulling out of you, he shifts back to his human form and presses his lips to yours, “I can’t believe you really trusted me that much.”
Turning your head to face him, you smile softly at him, “why wouldn’t I?” You bite your lip nervously before steeling yourself and saying the words that have been bubbling to the surface for months now, “I love you, Touya.” Exhaustion seeps in your bones as you yawn, curling up next to him as you fall asleep with a happy smile on your face.
10:36 AM, MAY 4TH
Chirping birds fill the air as sunlight streams through your curtains. Happy smile on your face, you groan and stretch as you wake, lower half of your body burning from the early morning activities. Your arm falls on your bed, searching for Dabi’s body next to you, frowning when it meets nothing but cold sheets. Sitting up quickly, you turn your head to find his side of the bed not just empty but made.
A crease forms between your eyes as you furrow your brow, swinging your legs over the bed and ignoring the pain shooting through your thighs as you get up, throwing on your discard tank and shorts from last night, and pad down the hall to your empty kitchen and living room. A grumbling from your stomach reaches your ears as you frown, walking into your kitchen. A sheet of white on your counter catches the corner of your eye as you pass it on your way to the fridge, stopping to touch the corner with your fingers.
Flipping it over, your eyes move quickly over the words, heart shattering as tears form.
Thanks for the good fucks, pet, but I’m bored. Was nice while it lasted, though.
Sobs overtake you as you fall to your knees, pulling them against your chest, heart broken into a million pieces. Rocking back and forth, you cry as the sky changes colors until the sky darkens and your sobs dry, sniffling against your cabinets in the dark.
“I’m such an idiot. How could I think he ever loved me?” Wiping your eyes with the palm of your hand, you stretch your legs out in front of you to get the feeling back in them as you think back to your time with him. The soft touches, the times he visited without being summoned and without sex, the way he’d softly cup your face or press a kiss to your cheek. The times he’d spent countless afternoons just staying on your couch, massaging your calves as you watched some trashy reality TV show.
‘No,’ you think to yourself as you wiggle your toes, ‘he’s lying. Something happened to make him react like that. And I’m gonna find out what.’
2:18 PM, MAY 25, 2022
Three weeks. Three weeks since you last saw or heard from Dabi. Three weeks since you’ve tried summoning him every day, just for it to go ignored. Three weeks since you last slept with him. Three weeks since your last period. Wiping your eyes and sniffling, you sit on top of your toilet, taking deep breaths as you wait for the timer to go off.
A shaky sob falls from your lips as the timer on your phone goes off and you silence it. Biting your lip, you pick up the test with shaking hands. A sob falls from your lips as you pick up the next one and the next one, tears falling down your face and turning the three positive pregnancy tests into blurs. Shaking your head and wiping your eyes again, you toss the tests in the trash and walk out of your bathroom.
As you sit on your couch, staring at nothing, your mind moves a mile a minute to try and process. Unconsciously resting your hands on your stomach, you feel a little flutter and your world shifts.
“I’m gonna have a baby. I’m gonna be a mom.”
Grabbing your laptop, you shove the fear trying to work its way into your brain to the side and start making plans to move onto the next chapter of your life. Starting with moving on from Touya and finding a place that has absolutely no memories of him.
1:03 AM, MAY 26th
Dabi paces in his room nervously, waiting for the pull of your summoning spell. Every day around this time for the past three weeks, he’s been ignoring every attempt you’ve made to see him again. Resisting going to see you and resisting giving into the summoning spell is one of the hardest things he’s ever had to do, especially when it’s all he wants to do. No matter what he’s done, he can’t forget you and it wasn’t until yesterday that he realized he didn’t want to. That he wants to be with you, that he loves you.
Which led to the choice to answer your next summoning spell. So he waits. . . and waits and waits. He lets out a frustrated growl as hours pass with no contact from you. Falling back on his bed, he rubs his hand over his face and groans. ‘Why did I have to be an asshole and fuck up the best thing that ever happened to me?’
Weeks pass and, every night at 1:03 am, he paces in his room for a summoning that never comes. Every night since you stopped attempting to summon him has made him go crazy with worry, hoping you’ll just do the summoning spell one more time. When it doesn’t come for the nth night in a row, he growls and storms out of his room to the fire-y gate, heart beating fast as he walks through it, thinking of nothing but you. The portal opens to your living room. . . or what should be your living room, anyway. Gone are the pictures you had on the wall, gone is the couch he spent so many nights on, gone is the coffee table he fucked you on.
Whirling around, he comes face to face with your kitchen, looking exactly as it did the last time he saw it. . . except for the magnets that adorned your fridge and the calendar of sexy firemen you had hanging on the wall next to the notepad you kept for the phone. Racing through your apartment, every trace of you is gone, like you never existed, like you were never here. Stopping in the hallway, he stares at the pictures that replaced yours, heart shattering when he sees a middle-aged man with black hair staring back at him. Tired of seeing anyone but you staring back at him, he slams his balled fist into the frame, shattering the glass.
“What? Did I get the wrong year or something?” He runs into the kitchen, looking at the boring black and white photography calendar and quickly checking the date, “no, it’s definitely August 8th, 2022.”
Crumpling the calendar in his hand and dropping it to the floor, his heart drops into his stomach at the realization that you left. He broke you so badly that he made you leave every trace of him, taking away every trace of you. He did this. He caused this. He has to make it right. He has to get you back.
“Hello? Is anyone there?” A deep voice calls out as footsteps start to pad down the hall.
Growling lowly, Dabi quickly opens a portal and walks through it. Sulfur makes its way to his nose as he’s greeted by the dull gray of the jagged rocks. Stomping towards his room, he pauses as he hears the voices of Shigaraki and Kurogiri.
“Kurogiri, any news on the whereabouts of Dabi’s favorite pet?”
“Nothing yet. Even through the most magical of means, locating his paramour has proved impossible.”
A growl comes from Shigaraki’s mouth as glass shatters, “keep searching. As soon as that pesky human is found, we move. Been a while since I’ve had a delicious meal.”
Curling his hand into a fist, Dabi growls lowly and storms to his room, determined to find you before Shigaraki and keep you safe. Kicking his door shut, a flash of white shows in his mirror as he passes it before walking back to it, staring at himself, staring at his mostly white hair and black roots.
He runs his hand through his hair, “what the fuck is going on with my hair?” He shakes his head, hand slamming against the mirror, “I don’t have time to worry about this. I have more important things to do. I just don’t know how to find her.” He groans and falls face down on his bed.
3:38 AM, NOVEMBER 17, 2022
“Please work,” Dabi takes a deep breath before setting fire to the items in the small bowl before repeating the incantation. Fire roars in front of his face as he closes his eyes and thinks of you, concentrating hard until he can pinpoint a location. Various parts of the world flash quickly behind his lids, eyes moving fast until it stops on a house with a wrought iron fence, gray brick exterior, and a blue door.
Moving past the front door and address, he sees you, exactly as he last saw you, unpacking boxes. His eyes snap open as his lips tug up in a smile, “finally. I just hope Shigaraki hasn’t found you, pet.” Dabi throws on his coat, quietly and quickly making his way to the portal to not tip off Shigaraki and steps through the portal, entering the mortal realm.
SAME TIME, YOUR POV
Moonlight coats the room of your apartment as Dabi appears in front of you. Smiling up at him, you pat the spot next to you on your couch.
“You’re late today,” you say to him casually as the couch dips next to you, Dabi slinging his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer.
His lips press to the side of your head, “sorry, love. I wanted to get here sooner but duty calls, you know?”
“Yeah, I know,” you let out a deep sigh as you curl against him, tucking your legs under you. “I just wish you could have been here sooner. I missed you, you know.”
“I missed you, too, love. I’m here now and I’m all yours,” he smiles softly at you. “So what do you want to do?”
Turning your head, you smirk up at him, “well, I have a few ideas. Ideas that happen to involve you, me, and my bed.”
“Oh, really?” He raises a brow as he matches your smirk, “guess you better show me what those ideas are.” He quickly stands, throwing you over his shoulder and walks down the hall, your laughter filling the air.
Gasping with a light layer of sweat covering your body, you wake with a start as the dream plays vividly in your mind. Breathing heavily as tears fall from your eyes, you shake your head and wipe the tears away, trying to dispel the memories of Touya that have been invading your dreams since you refused to think of him when you were awake. Every night for the last seven months, you’ve been dreaming of nothing but him. Every night for the past seven months, you’ve woken up in a sweat and gasping for breath as tears fall down your face.
Swinging your legs to the side of your bed, your feet touch the floor as you stand, “water. Water would be good, right, baby?” Your hand rests on your bump as your feet pad the floor, waddling down the hall to your kitchen. Grabbing a glass from your cabinet, you walk over to your fridge and place it under the dispenser, watching as it slowly fills up.
As you bring the glass to your lips, all too familiar hands – hands that you hadn’t felt in months – caress your arms, causing you to let out a gasp. The sensation disappears and you shake your head to rid yourself of it, taking another sip as the hands touch your arms again. This time, they’re followed by a faint call of your name, eliciting another gasp and tears block your vision, the glass slipping out of your hand.
A faint ‘shit’ is covered by the sound of glass shattering, snapping you out of your living dream. At least, that’s what you believe it is, refusing to think it could be anything else. Grabbing a towel, you rest it on the floor to try and soak up some of the water before getting the broom and dustpan. Carefully picking up the towel, you rest it on the counter and sweep up the glass, throwing the shards away before cleaning up the rest of the mess and waddling to your bedroom, tossing the towel in the laundry room hamper on the way.
Your reflection catches you out of the corner of your eye and you turn to look at yourself in the mirror, smoothing your hand over your bump, the bright red letters of your alarm clock reading 4 am. You wipe the tears from your eyes before looking for any trace of Touya, “I’m better than loving a man who can’t love back. So why can’t I forget when it was magic?” You shake your head, trying to dispel the thoughts and memories of him from it.
“It’s just a dream. A figment of my imagination. He’s not real. He’s not here,” your face falls as you say the words to yourself, melancholy and heartbreak seeping into your bones. A broken chuckle falls from your lips as your baby kicks, “come on, baby. I had to do it. Running was. . . the bravest thing I ever did.”
Tears form again as you sniffle, wiping your nose, “but, God, do I wish he was a better man. Wish he was here cause I miss him so much.”
“Then turn around, pet.”
Your breath catches in your throat as heat clings to your back, his fingertips ghosting down your arm to your hand, grabbing it and lacing your fingers together. Shutting your eyes tightly, the words are barely above a whisper, “what are you doing here?”
“. . . I came to protect you. You’re not safe here,” his lips touch your ear, breath fanning against it as he continues to speak. “A demon – his name is Shigaraki – is after you. Looks like now I know why,” his eyes fall on your bump and you wrap your arms around it protectively, turning fast on your heel to glare at him.
“What does he want with me? With my baby? We don’t even know him!”
“He doesn’t care about that. A child between a human and a demon. . . well, it’s unheard of it so I can’t exactly say it’s forbidden but, well, I’ll avoid the details so let’s just leave it at it’s not pretty.”
Your glare worsens as you cross your arms over your chest, “well, thanks for the warning. I can handle it, now that I know.”
Touya opens his mouth to speak as a gravelly voice fills the room, “oh, well, I don’t know about that, human.” The last word is ground out as Touya moves in front of you, forming a protective stance as you both whirl to face the demon. Shigaraki.
“Leave her out of this, Shigaraki. This is between you and me only.”
Shigaraki moves out of the shadows, giving you a better look at his unruly, gray hair and opaque, almost sickly, skin and your breath catches in your throat as his wild, red eyes roam over you. His mouth looks unhinged as he speaks, “you got to have your fun with her. Now it’s my turn.”
You clutch at Touya’s arm, watching in horror as Shigaraki raises his and gray sludge encases you, Touya, and Shigaraki. “What’s happening?!” You ask as fear keeps you frozen in place.
Touya growls as the gray subsides, revealing the three of you on top of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building, “you had to use Kurogiri?! Thought you were a big, bad demon? The only one who could take over Hell. But you can’t even do this without your lap dog?” Touya goads Shigaraki as he moves closer to him, moves further from you.
Shigaraki narrows his eyes as he matches Touya’s movements, “You get on my nerves. I’m gonna kill you. Then I’m gonna kill your precious pet.”
“You’re not gonna touch her! I won’t let you lay one single finger on her!” As anger flares through Touya’s nostrils, heat licks at his skin as blue flames form in his hands. He charges at Shigaraki, arms wrapping around his waist as he tackles him to the floor. The skies open and rain starts to fall, slowly at first then all at once until it’s pouring and you can barely make out the fight.
Shigaraki brings his knee up to Touya’s stomach hard, emitting an ‘oof!’ from the demon as his hold loosens just enough for Shigaraki to escape. With Touya distracted, Shigaraki gets up and makes a beeline for you as puddles form on the skyscraper’s roof.
“No!” Touya roars as he jumps to his feet, chasing after Shigaraki.
You back up as Shigaraki advances, fear telling you to run but you refuse to turn your back to him. He slips on a puddle, allowing Touya to gain on him and land a punch on his face.
“Keep your eyes on me, Shigaraki! I’m the one you have problems with! She has nothing to do with this!” Touya growls out, blue flames igniting on his hands, trying to anger Shigaraki so he loses his cool, so he messes up.
An annoyed growl falls from Shigaraki’s mouth as he charges Touya and you squint to try and make out the fight. All you can see is their light hair and Touya’s blue flames as they attack each other. Touya rotates them so he’s between you and Shigaraki, throwing a giant wall of flames towards him, blue licking at the top of the building, the rain putting it out as quickly as it forms.
Shigaraki lands a punch to Touya’s face after several failed attempts, Touya’s flame dissipating from the action. The dance continues as they get closer to the edge of the building and tears run down your face, obscuring your vision more as you watch the fight in horror. Touya closes the distance again, both teetering on the edge of the building, as Shigaraki’s eyes widen, Touya reaching out for him with wild eyes.
An earth-shattering scream falls from your lips as two figures become one and you sink to the floor, sobs wracking your chest as you wrap your arms around yourself. The remaining figure slowly walks towards you and you press your back against one of the roof dormers, holding out a shaky hand in front of you, “st-stay back!” You say in a quiet breath.
“It’s just me, love,” Touya says softly as he crouches in front of you, hand cupping your cheek and you relax into it for a moment until you push him away, standing up and glaring at him.
“How dare you?!” You shout at him after wiping the tears from your eyes, “I told you I loved you! And, then, you just disappeared, left me wondering what happened to you. And the bullshit goodbye note, breaking my heart?!”
Anger floods your body as you move closer to him, shoving him, “now suddenly you’re back?! Just dropped back into my home and, and, and brought all of this,” you gesture around you, gesture to where Shigaraki fell, “into my life?! You asshole!” Angry tears form in your eyes as you move even closer to Touya, his hands raised in surrender, as you hit his chest with weak punch after weak punch. He takes every hit, letting you get out your pain, your anger, until your shoulders slump and all the fight leaves you. Sniffling, you wipe your tears again before looking up at him, all the pain and heartbreak he caused present in your eyes, shattering his heart as guilt crawls up his body.
“Just tell me why,” you say brokenly as you continue to stare at him, the rain mixing with your tears.
“Because I was scared,” he says seriously, eyes not moving from yours. “The last time I knew any kind of love. . . well, it sucked. And it ended terribly. Combine that with my being a demon and humans who fall for a demon never making it out alive, I thought you deserved better than me. So I had to leave and you had to let me go. The only way to do so was to make you believe I didn’t care. Make you believe I didn’t love you.”
He cautiously moves towards you as the rain slows into a drizzle, holding his hands out cautiously towards your face, silently asking if it’s okay. At your nod, he gives a small smile and cups your face in his hands, “I was wrong and an idiot and a jackass. I’m sorry. I’ll spend forever making it up to you if you’d let me.”
His hand moves to your bump before he falls to his knees, pressing a kiss to it and looking up at you with pleading eyes, “Because I love you. . . both of you. I never planned on falling for you but I did. You were the only person to accept completely as I am. Nothing scared you away – not my flaws or my past or my being demon. I love the way you dance in your kitchen at 2 am like no one is watching. I love the way you spend every Friday night, getting the same takeout from the same place and binge watch the Bachelorette. I love how kind and gentle and sweet and accepting you are of absolutely everyone.”
He stands up, hands cupping your cheeks again and thumbs wiping away your tears, “I love how you love everyone with your whole heart. I love how you were made for me. I love you so much, y/n. And I need you. I can’t live without you. I tried and it. . . wasn’t living. Is there any way you can forgive me?”
Heart pounding in your chest as more tears fall down your face, you nod your head and finally it feels like you can breathe again, “I love you. I missed you.” You say softly as every other thought, every other word, falls out of your head when he smiles brightly at you.
His hands cup your face as he kisses you deeply, his tongue mixing with yours as mulled spice wine coats your taste buds. The smell of rain, wood smoke, and charred coal assaulting your nose as his quiet breaths join the pounding water around you. Your hands grip his hair before you pull back, breathing heavy.
“Your hair is mostly white now,” you note, tilting your head in confusion.
“Yeah, I still don’t know what’s going on with that. Guess it’s a mystery.”
“It’s not a mystery at all, actually,” a voice you’ve never heard of reaches your ears and you turn to face the man – if you can even call him that, given that he has glowing, white wings behind him – and watch in awe as he continues to speak. “We’ve been watching you, Dabi. Watching how you stopped conducting deals, stopped collecting souls, watched how you saved her simply because you wanted to keep her safe.”
Touya steps in front of you, protecting you, as his eyes narrow, “so what? You’ve come to kill me now, then, Michael?”
“Michael? Like the Archangel?” You gasp out in shock, grabbing Touya’s arm. “Like the Great Captain? That Michael?”
“Yeah, love, that Michael,” Touya glares at him, waiting for an answer. “Well? Gonna answer or just keep staring?”
“Love didn’t fix that attitude completely, it seems. But, no, I’m not here to kill you. You’ve earned a spot in Heaven. It’s why your hair has been turning white. Because you’ve become good,” Michael explains as he lands on the roof, pulling his wings in.
Touya’s mouth drops open in shock and your eyes widen as pain shoots through your chest at the thought of him leaving you again. You just got him back. It’s not fair. Your hand drops his arm and Touya’s head moves minutely in your direction.
“What if I don’t want it? What if I wanted to stay here? Stay on Earth?”
Michael’s lips turn up at the corners, wings opening as he hovers just off the ground, “had a feeling you’d say that. You sure about this? This offer won’t happen again.”
“I’m sure,” Touya pulls you to his side, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “Living without her isn’t living.”
Michael nods and disappears in a flash of light. You turn to Touya, nervously biting your lip.
“Why did you do that? You had such a terrible experience on Earth that you wanted to leave it behind. What about Hell? Or Heaven? What about your home?”
“Hey, hey,” he cups your face in his hands again, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, “neither heaven nor hell is my home. You are. And I’m never leaving you again, okay, love?”
Smiling happily, you laugh and nod, pressing your lips to his.
“Let’s go home, love, yeah?”
“Home sounds perfect.”
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AUGUST 8, 2023
Dogs barking, birds chirping, and kids playing fill your ears as the sun beats down on you, resting on your elbows on the blanket you brought from home. Your lips turn up in a soft smile as your daughter, Kaiya, babbles next to you. Pulling your sunglasses onto your face, you turn to face her, watching as Touya blows raspberries on her stomach, her laughs filling the air.
Feeling your eyes on him, Touya looks up at you and smiles, pressing another raspberry to Kaiya’s stomach and her laughter rings out again. His hands grab her legs, moving them to her chest and pulling them back before pushing them back to her chest, bright smile on his face as she continues to babble and giggle.
“Do you regret it?”
“Hm?” Touya asks as he repeats the exercise, “regret what?”
“Leaving it all behind? For me and her? Do you regret falling in love with me?”
“No,” he answers quickly, looking up at you.
“You’re sure? You don’t want to think about it?”
“I don’t need to think about it, love. Like I said many, many moons ago, living without you isn’t living. You’re my home. And, now, so is she. You’ve given me everything I didn’t know I wanted, given me the best life. Why would I ever regret that?”
“Well, you were this big, scary, powerful demon. Now you’re living a rather human life. You don’t get bored?”
“Love, I’m still a big, scary, powerful demon,” he pulls Kaiya to his chest as she yawns, smiling softly when she falls asleep in his arms before turning to you, capturing your lips in a quick kiss. “Now I’m just the best version of myself. I don’t know if you noticed that I may have been just as powerful and scary as I am now, but I was a pretty shitty man when I met you. You’ve made me the happiest I’ve ever been. So, no, I don’t get bored and I don’t regret it. Not when you’ve made me a better man.
Your heart warms and your smile brightens at his words, moving closer to him to press a kiss to Kaiya’s head and whispering softly in agreement, “a better man.”
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Notes:
🦇 Kaiya means "forgiveness"
🦇 For the summoning of Dabi, I combined elements from three different ways to summon a demon: the (not fully typed) incantation, the candles and incense.
🦇 The red candle and ginger incense is for the planetary sphere of Mars which magickal rulership for many things including pure sexual lust and physical gratification
🦇 Dabi's demon purpose is very loosely based on the demon Sargatanas (from the Grand Grimoire, not the Final Fantasy game). By that I mean, he's a demon known for his lovemaking abilities.
🦇 Please do not try to actually summon a demon. If you do, I am not responsible.
🦇 When I started writing this, it was 4 am when I had to put in the incantation and I got goosebumps, which I never get, so I stopped writing until it was light out.
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Yan!General x Reader x Yan!Recruit
'The Little Soldier and His General'
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18+ Minors DNI
Warnings: Smut, power dynamics, mentions of sa, masturbation, oral, mentions of war and military, implied violence, threats, coercion, female and male genitalia, female reader, pet names.
(AN: Part two to 'His Little Bride', here by popular demand!)
Part 1 here!
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You trod up the stairs, your shoes clacking against the hardwood as you come to the door of Fritz's office, knocking gently on it. "Come in..." Fritz's deep voice calls, and as you enter he peers up from his desk. A smile spreads across his face, as he stands to see you. "Hello, my love..." He says, wrapping his hands around your waist gently. His stubble brushes against your forehead, and you giggle at the feeling. "Fritz, you're tickling me." You playfully smack his chest, causing him to back off. He steps aside, and returns to his desk. Someone coughs awkwardly, causing your head to snap in the direction of the sound. A young man, about your age, maybe younger, is standing by the corner of Fritz's desk, scuffing his shoe against the carpet and trying not to interrupt.
"Ah, my love, this is Johannes, he's the new recruit I mentioned a few nights ago at the dinner. Johannes, this is my lovely betrothed." You smile, and nod in the boys direction. Despite the fact he's probably only 20, a year or two younger than you, he's a giant. He's lanky, standing almost as tall as Fritz. Red curls adorn his head, matching the reddish-freckles that cover his face. "It's wonderful to meet you, ma'am." He stutters, smiling awkwardly. "Johannes, show some respect for the lady, especially an officer's wife. Make eye contact with her, shake her hand." Fritz, urges, trying to suppress a grin and seem stern. You scoff, and roll your eyes. "Johannes, ignore him. He's just trying to stress you out." You assure the boy, and he lets out a sigh of relief. You turn back to your betrothed.
"I don't want to interrupt, I'll leave you gentleman to your work." You offer. Fritz shakes his head, motioning with his hand towards a nearby chair while he sits down at his desk. "No, we were just almost finishing up, you can stay right here." You nod, and sit down. You take a book off of the shelf and busy yourself reading. While you do, Fritz and Johannes lean over his desk, examining some papers as they finish up. Sighing, Fritz places down the papers, and looks up at the redhead.
"Well, I believe that's all of our affairs in order, then?" He asks. "Yes sir! I've sent telegram to the infantry marching down south, and I ensured the diplomats would be ready to speak with you in the morning." Johannes explains, a small boyish smile on his face. Fritz claps a hand down on the boy's shoulder. "Only a few weeks in Johannes, and I think you may be one of the best young men I've trained. I've never seen someone so eager." Fritz compliments. The boy freezes, and looks down as his grin grows wider. "Just... just wanna make you proud, sir." Fritz feels his heart swell at the comment. In the few weeks since Johannes joined up with Fritz, he's been training the boy in every task he can think of, from infantry duties, to cleaning, to telegrams and more. After learning about the boy coming to fight for is family, and learning he has no father, Fritz felt a duty to care for him. He sees a lot of himself in him, and he feels himself get sick anytime he imagines Johannes having to endure what he went through when he first joined, before anyone treated him like he was worth something. Fritz keeps Johannes up at the main house as much as he can, as he's already had to punish several soldiers for picking on the new kid.
As Fritz snaps out of it, he notices Johannes gaze has drifted over to you. You are sitting in the chair, curled up with your knees tucked by your chest, skirt ruffled warmly around you as you read whatever book you picked up from the shelf. Johannes can feel his heart thrumming in his chest, the sounds of the world around him blocked out by it echoing in his hears. Fritz looks once, then twice back-and-forth between you and Johannes. If any other man had dared to gaze at his soon-to-be bride for this long, he would have them sent out on a mission they would surely not return from. However, as he looks in Johannes's eyes, analyzing his gaze, he sees no hint of malice or ill-intent. Johannes looks at you with such innocence, such curiosity that Fritz allows it. Fritz knows that Johannes is looking at you the way he looks at you. "Johannes?" Fritz asks, and the boy practically chokes, coughing as he snaps out of it. His wild and embarrassed expression makes Fritz chuckle warmly. "U-uh, yes sir?" Johannes asks, hand fidgeting with the edge of the desk as he taps his fingers against the varnished mahogany.
"Any particular reason you are staring at my bride?" Johannes shakes his head wildly, pushing his hands out in surrender and almost shrinking in on himself. "No, no sir! I was just wondering what she was reading, not, not looking at her in any way! I respect that she's your bride, and I respect her as a woman- I would never look at a girl like that. My mother always told me-" Fritz cuts him off, leaning forward on the desk and placing a firm, calloused hand on the boy's shoulder, feeling that he now quakes with anxiety. "Private Johannes, please, please calm down. I take no offence, my boy." Fritz gestures to you. "I will admit, I can be the protective type. But I need you to know, the only men who have been punished for trying to corrupt or gaze upon her like that are those who do it with nothing but animal urges in mind. You've seen how the soldiers in town act, around the bars and whorehouses, yes?" Johannes nods. Just the other day, a group of soldiers had tried to convince him to lose his virginity at a local brothel, but he denied, feeling sick at the thought. One of the women standing outside the brothel had touched him through his uniform. He knew one day a woman would do that, but to lose himself this way felt wrong. Especially because he knew many of the women in these places turned to this career only because of the war.
He couldn't stand the way soldiers spoke about girls late at night after an evening of drinking. Whenever they would whistle, or catcall some poor village girl, he was reminded of his sisters, and what his mother taught him about how to treat a woman. That was someones daughter, or sister, and the idea of making any woman feel the way he did when that woman groped him makes him wish that he was strong enough to deal with his fellow soldiers himself.
"Yes, sir." Johannes says. Fritz smiles when he notices the way Johannes frowns, grimacing a little as he recalls. He knows that Johannes feels the same about the urges and actions of those sick men. "Many of those men have tried, would try to harm her in that way." Johannes looks up, shaking his head as his eyes go wide. "No..." Johannes exclaims. Fritz nods gravely, enjoying stoking the boy up a little. "That is one of the reasons I keep her up here, why she is going to be my little bride. She must be kept safe, safe from those who would do her wrong. Even her father wanted to refuse to engage her to me. That man would have rather married his daughter off to some scum from the town than give her to a man who cared." Fritz growls, and the hairs on the back of Johannes neck stand up. Despite this, he stares intently at his superior, finding himself enthralled at the idea of keeping and caring for something, someone so lovely. Someone to protect. "Then how did you get her to wed you?" He asks, curiosity eating him from the inside out until he can't help but spit out the words. "I had her father... dispatched, I suppose. Trying to allow a young lady of this great country to be harmed surely counts as an act of treason." Fritz explains. He leaves out the fact he had your father executed so that any inheritance of yours could be put towards a wedding, but he thinks it a minor detail He glances over to make sure you aren't listening, then leans in close, so he may whisper into the boys ear.
"Now, Johannes. I have a question for you, and I want you to think carefully before you answer." Johannes bites his lips nervously, but waits for his admired superior to continue. "What do you think I should have done in that situation?" He asks. Johannes tilts his head, brows furrowed. "How do you mean, sir?" He asks. "I mean, what would you have done, if a lovely thing like her came along, who you adored and needed to protect, but someone was trying to keep you from her. What would have happened?" He asks. Johannes sighs, his fists balling up tightly. "The truth, sir?" Fritz nods. "I... well, I'm not very strong, o-or brave. I don't have your status, but... I think, I think I would do whatever it takes to keep her. Even if I meant doing something I don't think I'm quite ready for." Fritz pulls the boy in for a hug, and Johannes fear melts away for a brief moment. He hasn't felt affection since he left home, and the only thing keeping him from melting into his general is his shame about being affectionate with another man. Fritz pulls away, and looks the boy in the eyes. "My boy, by the time you are done training with me, there won't be a single thing you aren't strong enough or powerful enough to do, you understand me?" The thought of being good enough fills Johannes with glee. "I understand, sir."
"Good. Now, Johannes, you are a young man. I know by the way you talk, and the way you are that you are a good one. I don't want you learning to copy the other recruits in any task, but especially in how to care for a girl." Fritz explains. "Did your father have time to teach you about these things before his death?" Johannes shakes his head. "I know the basics, sir. My mother told me, and she told me to respect a girl, but... I know very little beyond that, I admit." He says sadly. "Well, I see how you looked at my bride. Look again, you have my permission." The boy looks up, unsure if this is some sort of test, but eventually he glances in your direction. He sighs at the serene girl sat before him.
"My bride was not unlike you a while ago. Innocent, naive. Do you want to protect her as I do, Johannes?" Fritz asks. "Of course, all women should be protected, and-" Fritz shakes his head, cutting the rambling boy off. "No, Johannes. I mean, do you want to protect her, specifically? Do you fancy my bride?" Johannes trembles, his cheeks reddened with a shame so deep feels like he might throw up. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry... I feel, I feel awful." He confesses. "I never wanted to feel like this, I admire you, and I respect you sir, I really do! But when I first arrived at your estate, I would see her around, reading or baking. I'd see her with you and, and god she seemed perfect. So caring, and I was drawn to her kindness in such a hellish place like the war." Fritz nods. "Johannes, you must understand. Other men and boys look at her with lust, desire. You look upon her with a craving, for how sweet she is. You don't want to defile her, you ant to care for her. You are not them. You, Johannes, are like me." Johannes can barely stand the feeling of euphoria that washes over him, the roller coaster of emotions is too much for him. Being told that the man he admires most in this world sees himself in him is enough to send the boy over the edge. "You don't know how much what you've said means to me, sir..." He whispers, looking up at Fritz. "Now, I have a proposal for you, my dear boy."
Fritz pauses, allowing Johannes to collect himself and steady his breathing. "I have taught you many things at camp, including manners. Given your love and respect for my bride, and the importance of me teaching you about all aspects of life, I think perhaps you should allow me to educate you on how to best care for a woman." Johannes chokes oncemore. "As in, giving them gifts, a-and courting them?" He asks, unsure if what he thinks Fritz is implying is true. "Partially. I am simply offering you to care for her. I fear I am not able to spend as much time with her as I want, and I know it's important for you to learn about the things women like, should you find a girl you want to marry in the future." Johannes nods. "Keep her company for a month or so, and when me and her wed, you may go and find a girl of your own, should you desire. But-" Fritz smiles. "Should you find yourself attached, which I would not blame you for, you may continue to live with me and her in our estate." Johannes grins. "Sir, I... thank you." Fritz only nods. "I care a great deal for you, boy, and I'm sure my bride will too. Tonight though, I think if you should want to, an education of another kind is necessary, should you keep my bride company or find another girl." "Do you mean?" Fritz nods. "I will speak to her after dinner, I'm sure she will agree. Meet us in the master suite after dinner, and I will provide you with a hands-on approach to the marital bed."
Late in the evening, Johannes finds himself pacing outside of his General's bedroom, unable to calm himself. Excitement eats away at him, though a small part of himself fears this is all a trick, a test, and that this is simply a way to shame him. He shakes off these thoughts, knowing his beloved superior wouldn't do that. Not to him. He hears the door creak, and he looks up eagerly. "Sir." He greets. Fritz nods his head. "At ease, my boy. This isn't a drill. Come in, take off your shoes." Johannes follows Fritz into the dimly lit room, and gasps as he sees what awaits him. Your lovely frame from earlier, once sat by the window, is now nude, layed on the bed like a present for him. He kicks of his shoes, and approaches. His fear of this being a trap has subsided, now replaced with anxiety that you won't like him, or the way he looks. He swallows deeply.
"Hello Johannes." You greet shyly, not able to fully make eye-contact. When Fritz proposed this to you, you were shocked, as he had always been very private and strict about intimate affairs. Many times when was balls-deep in you, he had growled things about never sharing and owning you. You couldn't deny you were curious what about this boy had gotten him so attached, and you agreed. Now the young private is stood before you, a bulge already prominent in his trousers.
Fritz senses you are a little nervous, and sits behind you, allowing your bare back to lean against his chest as he looks up to Johannes. "Johannes, firstly you must situate yourself. Come, sit down before her." Johannes eagerly crawls onto the bed, looking at his general for further instructions. "You've seen people kiss before, right?" He shrugs. "Yes, sir. My mother and father before he died, and a few soldiers with women, but I've never done it myself." He admits. Fritz nods. "Well, don't over-complicate it, just lean in, ask her if she would like a kiss?" Johannes kneels before you, his locks of red hair almost covering his downcast eyes. "Ma'am, may I kiss you?" He whispers. You blush at his continued formality, but nod. His breathe is shaky as he leans forward, connecting his lips with your soft ones. Much like Fritz, this boy is rough and calloused, with chapped lips. He isn't as hardened as Fritz, but he has the makings of what Fritz is. He moans a little, his hand coming to touch your chest instinctively. You squeak, and he removes his hand.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He exclaims, looking at you and Fritz, panicked. "No, it's fine, just, caught me off guard." You explain. "I.. I really liked it. You are a beautiful woman, thank you for letting me... y'know, engage in this with you." He whispers. You smile and stroke his cheek. "Of course." Fritz smiles. "Such good manners, private. Exemplary. Now darling, why don't you show him what makes a woman so different from a boy? Give him a look." Fritz urges. Fritz slips his hand onto your upper thighs, spreading them so Johannes can get a look at the bush between your legs. While you had initially been rather insecure about it, Fritz has always assured you he likes you natural. Johannes gulps, watching as you spread your folds with two fingers, allowing him easy access to your holes and clit. You are already wet, the slickness giving your pussy a sheen.
"See that little pearl at the top of her sex?" Fritz asks. Johannes nods. "That's her clit. Girls tend to feel the best when a boy know how to properly service it. Try gently rubbing it with a finger or two." Fritz instructs. Johannes extends to slender fingers to the pearl of your sex, beginning to rub small circles around the sensitive bud. It feels nice, but he's clearly inexperienced, as he doesn't touch you down there like Fritz does. Fritz notices you are quieter than usual, and he uses his hand to guide Johannes fingers. Small circles become the occasional flick, accompanied by a rub to the right side of your pearl. As Fritz moves his hand away, Johannes strokes that special spot, making you gasp. "J-Johannes..." You moan, causing the boy to pause. "No, no, my boy, when a girl feels good like that for you, don't stop. Keep touching her like that." Fritz urges. Johannes shakes it off, nodding. "Yes, sir. Sorry." He continues his ministrations. You whine, feeling his slender hands roll your clit, building you up. "G-god... A little faster, please." You beg. Johannes looks to Fritz, who nods. The boy speeds up, and soon you feel yourself about to cum on the privates fingers. "Ah... oh god, Fritz, gonna cum', he's gonna make me cum..." You groan. The moaning of his name with your erotic expression sends Johannes over the edge, and he gasps as he feels a convulsing. He looks down, and a wet patch is appearing on his pants. As you cum, he looks ashamed. "Sir..." He whimpers, and Fritz looks at the boys predicament.
"It's fine, my boy. Sometimes it comes early when your new to this, besides..." He places a hand on your chest, helping work you through your orgasm. "It's hard not to, looking at such a lovely girl..." As you come down from your high, you pant, shuffling forwards. "Thank him for being good with you, my girl." Fritz says. He was always one for manners. "Thank you Johannes." You say. "For what?" Fritz pushes. "For making me cum, for making me feel so good." Johannes can feel himself hardening again. "Now, Johannes, I'm sure she's eager to return the favor, so I want you to undress." Johannes hands shakes as he tries feebly to undo the buttons of his trousers. Eventually, he gets them off, springing free his cock. It's not the longest you've had, but then he isn't fully hard yet. "Darling, why don't you show Johannes just how thankful you are." You press a kiss gently to the red tip of his cock, watching as it twitches. He is clearly sensitive. You stroke it once or twice, teasing it until it's fully erect. "Does this feel good?" You ask. Despite being engaged to Fritz, you are still rather inexperienced. Johannes nods, then cuts off when you place your lips around him, taking his cock into your eager mouth.
"Oh, Oh god, sir!" Johannes whines, looking at his superior. He can feel the warmth of your mouth engulf his cock, your tongue rubbing ever so slightly along the prominent vein that runs on it's underside. "Don't be afraid to buck against her, just be sure no to damage her throat. She still struggles with taking a man fully." Fritz explains. At this, Johannes begins to gently thrust himself in and out, causing him to grip the sheets of the bed. "So good, ma'am. Please, uh... d-deeper, take me deeper." His little whines make your core throb, and you move to try and move him just a little further in, his tip rubbing the back of your mouth. He can feel his orgasm approaching, and calls out for Fritz. "Sir, I'm gonna cum again, am I allowed to-to, do I have your permission to-" He can barely ask, his legs shaking. "Of course, but ask her, she'll be the one to taste you." Fritz says. Johannes groans, and looks down at you. Tears prick the corners of his eyes. "Please, please ma'am, lemme cum inside, your mouth feels s' good. You feel so good, please!" He's begging now, the tears flowing freely. You bob your head, nodding, and the sight of your pretty face taking his cock with such ease sends him over the edge. "Ma'am, god, I'm cumming! Cumming in your mouth, shit..." He whimpers, feeling your mouth continue to suck him while he fills you up. He whines at the feeling of being practically milked by your tongue and soft lips. As he lays back, You swallow, and look at your betrothed.
Fritz is grinning, with one hand already unzipping the front of his trousers. "Felt s' good, sir." Johannes whispers, his cock now limp between his shaking legs. Fritz nods, grinning at how fucked-out his young subordinate is. "You did well, Johannes. So respectful and obeidient, servicing your superiors bride at his request." Johannes has to resist gasping at the praise. "Now, this last part is reserved for me, but you must watch and learn. It will be of use to you some day." Johannes watches as you lay on your stomach, innocent eyes looking up at him as you smile, while your fiancee slips out his reddended cock and lines it up with your pussy, caging you down beneath him as he prepares to take you from behind.
"Watch how a man gives his little bride a baby, Johannes..."
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➽ fundie!ayato x indoctrinated!reader ➽ 3.1k ➽ religious fundamentalism; bible verses, sacreligious undertones, abuse justified by religion, mindbreak and brainwashing, indoctrination, the whole cocktail, virgin!reader, afab!reader, forced tradfem roles, slight choking, rough sex, corruption, breeding, mentions of pregnancy but no actual pregnancy, free use, floor licking, humiliation and degradation, corporal punishment (bamboo stick), spanking, somnophilia, gaslighting and general manipulation.
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・❥・ I tried to keep the reader's gender as neutral as possible but we all know fundamentalists like their gender roles, so the reader is still defined as being born a woman. this piece touches on a lot of beliefs of the subservient wife according to religions such as mormons, so you are warned here and are to accept you are exposing yourself to this content once you click on the read more.
・❥・ this is just madness at this point, please enjoy the fact I finally cited actual bible verses in one of my works.
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"A woman should learn in quietness and full submission. I do not permit a woman to teach or to assume authority over a man; she must be quiet. For Adam was formed first, then Eve. And Adam was not the one deceived; it was the woman who was deceived and became a sinner. But women will be saved through childbearing — if they continue in faith, love and holiness with propriety." - 1 Timothy 2:11-15
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𝟏. 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.
From childhood, you were brought up to always respect the authority of the Archons, who watched over the Inazuma region and gifted your people with a wonderful and luscious experience, always properly observing the holidays and celebrations, and making sure to punctually present your offerings in the times of worship. 
Having been born a female, you knew you could not bear the blessing of a vision with your frail and sinful will and duly followed your father’s teachings to learn the ways of the housewife so as not to disappoint the will of the gods. Whilst your brothers trained relentlessly in their adolescence, you were to stay at home and assist your mother in the kitchen, perfecting her recipes, following in her steps patching up their training clothes whenever they got tarnished during missions and learning how to keep a perfect household running steady. 
The only escape you were granted was dreaming of the moment your parents would present you with your future husband, the faceless figure you were indoctrinated to long for since old enough to comprehend your life wasn’t just yours, your existence was part of the bigger design drawn out by the Archon themselves, and to reject it would be to repute not only your entire being, but so the faith your family and clan were built upon, and such disgrace could simply not be an option, as the dishonour and disgrace you would curse yourself and your people would be immeasurable, so you chose to keep your head low and be keen, always keeping sweet, yearning for the day your prince would finally come to sweep you off your feet and take you away to make you his wife.
That day finally came a couple of years after your coming of age, during the spring celebrations, your clan had decided to host that year’s festival, lavishly decorating the entire compound to live up to the past festivities, full of colourful lanterns, lavish food stands littering the streets, wonderful activities for the guests at every corner and most important of all, the entire complex’s flora in full bloom. Amongst the falling petals of magnolia is where your father presented you to your future betrothed, a tall light blue haired man named Ayato Kamisato, his presence akin to a demigod, standing tall amongst the numerous personnel members accompanying him, he bowed in such a regal manner and held your hand with such gentleness before he whisked you away to accompany you through the festival, you couldn’t be more thankful for your father’s choice. 
And whilst he stepped away from you to gather some food to eat while you finally got to know each other since, in his words — a proper lady should not take part in such trivial matters like money —  you looked up at the night sky thanking the Archons for they had truly blessed you with such a godly husband.
𝟐. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐭.
The wedding preparations had been such a stressful endeavour for you, especially after discovering you were not marrying just a man, you were set to marry the head of the renowned Kamisato clan, this single information had been enough to send you spiralling into an endless pit of overthinking, questioning if you even were worthy enough to look upon such glorious and decorated man, doubting yourself if you were to ever be capable to fill the empty place at his side so many others, who you thought to be worthier than you, desperately longed for. 
Now, not only did you have to fulfil your destiny to become a godly wife, but you also had to uphold the honour of your clan as a chosen representative in front of the notorious family, not a single step nor word was to go unplanned so as not to fall in disappointment to the Kamisato clan’s members scrutiny.
The weeks prior to the ceremony had both your body and mind as tight as a string, ready to whine out in frustration at any inconvenience or problem you were presented with, from the dress not fitting properly and having to perform the proper wedding ritual perfectly replicating even the position of your toes, to the choice of which flowers and decorations to use as the banquet’s centrepieces. But as thin as you were stretched you never snapped nor wavered, always upkeeping your soft spoken and gentle facade you were taught was proper, in a weird way almost reflecting the one of your future husbands, already unconsciously stepping up to the role of a proper consort with each day that passed. 
The most worrisome inquiry though, remained the first night together, having been brought up on the notion you were to save yourself and remain pure for your future husband, as he was the one the gods assigned to educate you and guide you in your marriage, you had to remain so ignorant of the subject as not to taint your mind. Funnily enough, you weren’t even aware of the anatomical differences men and women were born with, even though you were brought up around your numerous brothers.
So much so that that night, when Ayato bared himself to you, after having thoroughly enjoyed unclothing you of the pure white cloth you were dressed with earlier in the morning, and having explored and marked your body with his mouth as to claim it as his for eternity to come, you were shocked to see his virility in all its glory. 
You were left so speechless and devoid of any thought he took it upon himself to guide you, opening you up with his slender fingers, closely examining every change of expression you would go through, your thanks and pleas for more of this foreign feeling only helping in arousing him more. 
But his gaze held darker thoughts behind the apparently enamoured facade.
Such a pure little thing, so beautiful, graceful, and most important of all, untouched. So sheltered and primed for him to corrupt and take apart, only for him to put back together with the way he ought to be more suitable to his tastes. He couldn’t wait much longer as he watched you writhe underneath his ministration, he knew he should have prepared your virgin cunt with better care so as to not make it hurt, but he was also sure you wouldn't have cared either way or better you couldn’t. So ignorant of sex and its mechanism he could manhandle you as he pleased, mistreat you and trick you into following his lead because your husband knew best, and you were to trust him and his every word, as that was the faith you were indoctrinated with.
Ayato had obtained many things in his life, his swordsmanship, his honour, the leadership of his clan and even the control of the Shuumatsuban, but all paled in comparison to claiming you, his cock sitting snugly inside you, slamming against your cervix with how brutally he was fucking you, your thighs clamped around his sharp hips, and one of his hands was free to roam and trace the bruises and teeth imprints he left with his mouth, whilst the other slowly wrapped around your throat, holding you right against the mattress perfectly still so he could watch your eyes roll back into your head as he finally let himself succumb to pleasure before passing out.
𝟑. 𝐀 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐭, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.
Every morning you would wake up in the Kamisato estate, you would thank the archons for looking down upon you and securing you with such a prosperous opportunity, before getting out of bed and allowing the maids to take over to aid you in getting ready for the long day ahead of you. The first thing on your list was to cook a fulfilling breakfast for your husband, even though his staff was plenty equipped to do so on their own, you couldn’t let your talents go to waste and so you settled for overseeing the cooking staff and guiding them into following your husband’s wishes for the day’s meals he communicated to you the night before.  
After helping him dress and get ready for the day you would bid him goodbye at the door like a proper wife would as he’d leave the household to tend to his duties as clan leader, leaving you to arrange the homely duties, such as staff shifts, organising events for the fellow clan’s members, basically just busying yourself with all possible tasks related to the household or social norms whilst waiting for your beloved to come home.
It was not uncommon or out of place to talk about children as a married couple, especially if you considered it was part of Ayato’s duty as the clan leader to conceive a male heir, to continue the bloodline, but after the first night as a married couple your husband had started to demand for you to let him breed you regularly as to ensure an offspring as soon as possible, which you didn’t quite understand the purpose of, considering you thought that only one time would have been enough according to your threadbare knowledge of basic biology, but he’s your husband, after all, he knows best. 
You’d be a bad wife if you questioned him.
So you always happily obliged, flipping up your skirts and bending over the dresser every morning to let him cum inside you, always making sure to thank him for gifting you his seed to impregnate you, before picking up your discarded underwear and making sure it fit snug enough around your entrance as not to waste any of your husband’s precious gift. 
You had learned that if you managed not to spill any down your thighs during the day he would reward you by giving you a subsequent second round of breeding, many times have you ride him right at the dinner table as a form of personalised dessert as he liked to call it, uncaring of the many eyes observing you from the walls of the grand dining room, all the while praising you for being such a good subservient wife for him, his precious blessing gifted to him by the Archons.
However, if you didn’t, he would ensure to remind you that wasting such a precious thing like the Kamisato’s seed had consequences, making sure to have you personally clean any spillage by licking it up yourself from the floor under his supervision, and with each misspent drop, you could be sure to anticipate at least five strikes of his trusted bamboo stick he liked to keep in his office, sitting right before the outer edge of his desk, always ready for him to be put to use as he saw fit, to keep all of the people the gods had put below him in check.
𝟒. 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.
Your parents and elders had indoctrinated you with the belief that your husband was to be considered as holy as the god themselves, anything he chose for you was for your own good as he knew better since he was born a man, made in the image of the gods themselves, and so above you. Everything he did was for the greater good, he knew how to decipher the design the gods had in plan for both of you and nothing would stray him from fulfilling the glory you two were destined to obtain.
Hence why, when you awoke for the first time from a foreign pulsing sensation, somewhat panicking at the unusual weight you were feeling constrained under, only to realise your husband had decided, unbeknownst to you, to use your sleeping body to satisfy his burning desire, you simply let him. 
You didn’t object nor even so moved a single finger, happy to lay there and let him use you as he saw fit, after all that’s what you were taught. Always be a good wife, lenient and pliant for your husband, you are just a tool for him to reach his true godly glory in the eternal life, after all, you are there to aid him into leaving a legacy for the future to witness and as such you should always be ready for him, conscient or not.
And as you laid there, balancing on the edge between sleep and awake, you listened to him talking down onto you, how you laying there oh so peacefully had tempted him, that your body being sprawled in such provoking position had caused him to have sinful thoughts and because of them he needed to punish you by using you and could cleanse himself of his sin if and only he managed to finish inside of you. All the while battering your insides, uncaring of any discomfort you might have to face in the following morning, his gaze zeroed in on your soft features, never stopping the venom spilling from his mouth.
But like any good and righteous wife would, you apologised to him, apologised for your sins with half asleep mumbles you barely managed to conjure up from your slumber plagued throat, croaking feeble asks for his forgiveness, to please not hate how his wife could not restrain her sinful temperament as it was your original sin and cross to bear in existence when the gods created you to be born as a woman, that you would do anything and everything to help him cleanse his being, starting from letting him use your body to expel this deplorable affliction, with each and any hole he decided to use to rid himself of his disgraceful lust.
𝟓. 𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲.
There were many things you still didn’t quite understand about your marriage, considering the only example of a relationship you ever witnessed up close was the one between your parents, but you thought each clan had to have their own traditions, or at least that’s what you would tell yourself every time your faith even threatened to waver in front of your husband’s actions. 
You wondered if your mother had to go through the same treatments as you as you stood in front of your bathroom mirror tracing the marks Ayato would leave behind on your innocent body early in the morning, in those brief moments before he woke up, the only window of time you had to think of yourself before quickly hiding the bruises underneath layers of eccentric fabrics, along with those shameful thoughts, and scurrying off to the kitchen to see if his breakfast was ready to be served.
You pondered on why exactly your beloved husband would feel the need to punish you so cruelly before the bout of doubtful thoughts got shattered by the sharp impact of the bamboo against the flesh of your ass, quickly washing away any considerations and substituting them with meek and genuine apologies for the inexcusable behaviour you were guilty of, knowing it was your place to submit and obey to your husband, and the consequences of not adhering to said conditions were to be felt and earned on your bare skin.
You constantly asked yourself was truly what the gods meant for you, every time he would choose to bend you over and empty his balls inside you, at the most random moments of the day, in any setting private enough for him to do so, uncaring if the mansion’s servants were present or not, if this was truly your greatest calling, if because of how you were born you couldn't have had any higher inspiration in life than to bear your husband’s descendants, if being used akin to a breeding cattle was your one and only purpose.
But you never voiced these complaints, always remembering the mantra that had been ingrained into your brain since you were born, you were to keep sweet and so you did. Always remaining perfectly pliant, bending and jumping over backwards to carry out each of your husband’s requests, and making sure you would deliver in the most godful way.
After all, you were born into this world just a mere woman, your private doubts were of course the seed of sin that had been planted in you by the evil polluting this world, tainting your form and impeding you from achieving the greater good and that’s what made you unworthy of being above your husband. The meddlesome hesitancy that underlined your very being was to be ignored and shoved down like a bitter pill to swallow, you were born a sinful being in your essence, tainted at birth by this cruel world, unlike your husband, who was born godly and blessed.
Who were you to go against his teachings and beliefs but a mere flawed being. 
And so you didn’t. You made sure to be soft-spoken and kind mannered and kept sweet, always prim and proper for Ayato to use as he pleased, keeping your head down and never making a peep unless authorised to do so. Submitting fully to his, and by the default, the Archons’ higher design.
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"Wives, submit yourselves to your own husbands as you do to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior. Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything." - Ephesians 5:22-24
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Under your spell - Part IV
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Summary : The great inquisition. In a small village during medieval old time, a  young crusader has been ordained priest. A rumor of a witch cursing the  place with plague has rapidly spread around. To find the witch and put  her at the stake, the holy knight has instilled fear and mistrust but he finds resistance in you. Starting to have dirty thoughts about you, he gets you jailed, so sure you’re the sinner he’s chasing after. But are you really the one you pretend not to be ?
WC :8,3k
Content  : Historical au, angst, names (whore, prostitute), mention of blood and death, death threat, blasphemy, corruption, smut, masturbation, breath play (m!receiving), manhandle, dirty talk, spanking (f!receiving), rough sex, brief mention of anal, breeding.
Pairing : Crusader!Taiju Shiba x Fem!Reader.
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Time has passed since he left. 
You had so much trouble healing, it took you years. But even if you will never have your skin back to normal, at least you don’t suffer anymore. You just hide your past under bandages.
Your caretaker was a life savior. She came the day after he left and found a broken girl trapped in a broken body. She was the old apothecary’s wife from another village near yours, a chubby woman with a bright smile. Taiju told her what she needed to know and nothing more, but when she saw you with your churned up body, she took pity on you and treated you like you were her own daughter, healing you patiently with kindness and no judgement. She never asked questions, never tried to speak about the priest, she just helped you recover and learn back how to walk. She even asked her cousin, the blacksmith, to make you a cane, so you can walk by yourself in the first times. And she did more than that. 
She taught you how to heal. What plant to cultivate to recover for every known ailment. 
You even occasionally came to help her and her husband at the shop. But the stares and whispers on you were heavy, so you decided to leave.
You said your farewells after almost 3 years with them, and they gave you what Taiju had left for you. 
It was more than you thought. More than you ever had. You could buy a house, even a horse. And you still had money to buy pretty gowns, even those with fur  you only saw on ladies, and still live at least for the next years without any worries. You didn’t even know he was wealthy. 
You didn’t know much about him anyway. He was never a talkative person. The only thing you knew for sure was that he had changed your life forever, with utmost good and utterly bad. 
You travelled south until you reached a city near the ocean. You bought a little farm outside the city, some chickens and ducks, a cow for fresh milk, a horse to ease your moves when you had to buy things in the city, and you built up a garden to cultivate your vegetables and medicinal plants. 
From time to time, people from the city and passing sailors were coming for your help. The rumor spread around, you knew how to heal from the lightest flu to the worst injury. You helped them without asking for anything. It’s not like you needed money. You had enough for yourself.
Late at night, you would limp to the beach and watch the ships coming and leaving overseas. 
Late at night, you would limp to the beach and watch the ships coming and leaving overseas. 
You never opened the book neither. You stopped crying. You stopped suffering. Likewise, you were a little older. A little wiser. 
Where was he, was he still alive, still a priest, still a soldier, you didn’t know. He did what he said, he never came back. 
And even if your heart was heavy from time to time, you would forget about him somehow. His face will start vanishing in your memory and in the end, it will remain like it was just a dream. 
Eventually. 
Today you are making a soup in your chimney when you hear a carriage stops in front of your door and right after someone is banging at it loudly. 
When you open, a very beautiful woman in a large black gown sewn with golden threads and a cross made out of pearls and gold is looking at you. 
« Milady ? » You never saw her face before, but you know she must be from the upper class. What is she doing here ? Those people ask their servants to fetch the doctor when needed. They never leave their lands and castles. 
« Are you Y/n the healer ? » 
« I am, your grace. » 
She looks so exhausted. « I need you ! Now ! Come with me and be sure you will get rewarded. » 
Her desperate look makes you move without a second thought. « Let me take my cape. » 
Once you are ready, she practically pulls you out of your house and in the carriage.
Inside, another man, younger, is waiting, looking even more worried. « Is she ? » 
« She is, my lord. » 
He doesn’t even try to force a smile and once you are seated, he shouts to his coachman to hurry. 
« Do you know the castle near the dark forest? » He asks. 
« I do, my lord. But it is almost two hours of horse riding from the city. » 
« It is. And I am the lord of this land. Now, pay attention, healer. My brother went back from the holy lands and is severely injured. Our physicians could not do anything. If you succeed at saving him by all the saints, I swear you will get rewarded with whatever you ask for. » 
The holy lands.
Your heart starts pounding hard in your chest. The holy lands ! An old anguish comes back to life inside your heart. 
Taiju left for the holy lands.
« What… what happened, my lord ? »
« From what his commander told us, his head got smashed by a catapult mortar. » 
The lady put her hand on his and held back her tears the best she can. « They say the fights have been dreadful there. We lost so much of our holy crusaders. » 
« What ? » You can’t think properly. Your mind refuses to. 
« You have to save him ! I beg you… save our brother ! » 
« I’m afraid I cannot do anything. I can heal a wound, but this is… » 
« You have to try ! As the oldest, he is the rightful heir of our house. He must not die ! » 
Your hand tighten on your cape when you think of Taiju wounded on the battlefield and when his golden pleading eyes meet yours, you nod. 
« Once we arrive to the castle, pray to ask for mandragora sprout and belladonna leafs, I will also need hot water, citrus and linseed. » 
The lord and his sister share a look of hope and nod in a same movement. « Anything you need will be yours. » 
When you arrive to the castle, a servant opens the carriage door. 
« Carry her to my brother’s room! Hurry ! » The lord says before helping his sister out. 
Thankfully, you don’t have to walk all the stairs of the castle. It would have taken you hours with your leg. 
The lady runs to the kitchens, while her brother sticks with you. When you are placed in the bedroom, you see a man with no face on the bed. Half of his jaw is missing and his full head his bandaged. 
You lean on his chest and try to hear his heartbeats. 
But there’s none. « I cannot hear his heart. Take off his clothes, please. » You ask a servant. 
The lady enters the room with her maid and everything you asked for.
« We are here, brother. » The lord says, holding the crusader’s cold hand on the bed. 
You wet your hands and place it on his heart, but you cannot feel anything. It’s too late. 
« I’m afraid, the crusader is already gone, your graces. » 
The lady falls to the ground and cry out in pain, and you don’t know why, but this sounds so familiar. 
You let them cry their dead and take your leave without asking for anything. There’s nothing you could have done for this man. 
You ask for your cape before walking home. When the servant comes back with the cloak, he put it on your shoulders gently. 
« This is strange. » The man says looking at you. 
« I beg your pardon ? » 
He shrugs and look at your cape. « Is it not too oversized for you ? » 
Your eyes slowly look at the cape that has been his, once.
« And it is a knight coat if I remember correctly ? Is your husband a crusader too ? » 
He smiles at you, you can see he is interested. You hide your right side without noticing and turn around. « No. I know no crusaders...and I paid the highest price for this one. Farewell. » 
« Is that so ? It looks just like his...amusing. You also have the same coat of arms, oh and the emblem of the regiment is also the same as our now gone master. »
You lift your head and turn around. « What did you just say ? »
« Your emblem is the same as our master’s regiment. »
« Coat of arms. You said it was the same as your master ? » 
You grab him by the arms and feel your heart beats fast.
« Not of this house. It is- it is…the commander’s coat of arms. The one who came back with the gone lord. He had the same bearings on his cape. » 
« Was his name Taiju Shiba ? Was he a priest ? I mean, a crusader ? I mean, a man of God ? » 
Your body starts shaking uncontrollably while your nails dig in the poor man’s arms. 
He looks at you stunned. « I do not know, miss. He barely stayed. He just went to give the lord and the lady their brother back. » 
« Tall, really tall, build up, long hair with golden eyes and a very angered look. Was it him ? » 
« Yes ! Would you let go of me, miss ? It hurts. » 
« Where is he now ? Still in the castle ? WHERE ? » You shake him, not knowing what you are doing. You just need to know. If Taiju is back, you need to know. 
« Please miss ! » He pushes you off him and starts to fix his clothes. He sights and says « He is not. His ship left two days ago for the holy lands. I do know that, milady ordered me to provide supplies for their trip. He just stayed a night with some other soldiers, and they left early in the morning. This is all I know. »
« He… he left ? Did he say where in the holy lands ? Did he say anything ? » Your eyes start watering from the overwhelming news and the servant look at you uncomfortably. 
« Beg your pardon, as a lord commander he was the guest of our master. I am not allowed to talk to them directly. But I guess he went back to the battlefield with his troops. »
You turn around and make a hurry out of the castle.  « I thought you knew no Crusaders ?! » 
But you don’t hear him. Your mind is far gone. He is alive. Taiju is alive ! 
You walk for a long time until home. And the only thing you have in mind is to find him. You thought you were resigned to forget about him. But something started to resonate in your body when you heard about him. Something you didn’t felt for a long time. 
Hope. 
And now the urge to see his face again, to hear his voice, to feel his skin is unbearable. And you can't think about anything else. No why, where, when. Just him. His image is becoming clearer again, flash of him is bugging your mind and turns to obsession. His rough stare, his warm voice, his dry lips opening to let out a sight before the worst comes out of his mouth. And his palm, his fingers, his whole body merging with yours, flesh...to...flesh. 
Once you get to your farm, it’s already late at night. 
But you don’t mind. You grab a bag and put some clothes and some of the gold you kept hidden under your wooden floor. You are so tired. Walking has become difficult on a long distance because of your limping. But you need to move. You have too.
You take your horse and ride as fast as you can. When you reach the dock, you ask every sailor who crosses your path until you find a boat departing for the holy lands. 
« Sorry, miss, we don’t sail with women on board. » The captain says. 
« I will pay you ! I have money. »
He laughs at you. « And what a woman like you is going to do over there anyway ? You do know it is a very dangerous place ? The nuns might come to heal the soldiers, they’re assured to be treated fairly and protected by the crusaders. But a young woman like you… and alone… » His hand touches your hip, and you push him away. 
« Do not touch me ! » You take the purse with all the gold you carry from your belt and throw it at his chest. « A hundred, for you. And you will bring me to the holy lands. Take it or leave it, but if you dare to touch me once again, I will show you what a young woman can do. » 
He looks at the gold for a moment and sight. « We weigh anchor tomorrow before the dawn. Be there or we are leaving without you. » 
It took you five more days to finally reach the land. 
When you arrive, you’re stunned to see a city really different from what you know. A lot of people with different cultures, habits, languages live here peacefully it seems, and you wouldn’t think somewhere not far away, armies of infidels are fighting the holy crusade. 
You ask here and there, where the Crusaders camp is located, and you start walking.
Nothing could stop you. You will cross a continent if you have to. 
You walk straight during a day, not feeling the exhaustion arrassing you, until you finally reach the camp. And it’s not what you expected. There’s so much tents, men and war engines everywhere. 
You can hear suffering growls and cries coming from different places. Blood mixed with steel is in the air, and you have to cover your nose, lifting your dress a bit because of the dirt and mud. 
You walk past a few soldiers looking at you in confusion. 
« Good day, soldiers, I am looking for the commander’s tent. » 
They look at each others, not understanding. « Which one ? Some are dead, some are still on the battlefield, some are preparing for the next battle. Who are you looking for ?»
« Huh I-» 
« What a female is doing on the camp ? » 
You turn around at the rough voice behind you, and he grabs you by your arm. The soldiers instantly get up to attention. 
« Sorry, captain, this woman is looking for a commander. » 
« Did you not hear the orders ? No prostitute allowed on the camp! This is a holy war, and you are fighting in the name of our saint mother the Church. Come with me woman, I will deal with you later, soldiers ! » 
He grabs your bandaged forearm and drags you with him. You gasp at the touch and try to free yourself.
« Why are you here ? Lurking for some officer's pay ? We do not want a prostitute to corrupt our army. Are you  not ashamed of you ? » 
You try to stop him, but the captain is so angry, he tightens his grasp on you. 
« Let me go ! I am not a prostitute ! I am here to see the commander Taiju Shiba ! » 
The man stops immediately and  looks at you stunned. « Pardon me ? Did you say the Commander-»
« Taiju Shiba yes ! I am here to see him. »
He stares at you from head to toe with a skeptical look.
« I am his aide and he never told me he was waiting for someone. Who are you to him ? »
You lower your eyes. Oh. Who are you to him? 
You don’t even know… you never knew.
« I am a… » Friend ? Lover ? One-night stand ? Acquaintance ? « ...relative. » You say after a moment of hesitation. 
The captain let go of you and frown. « A relative, huh ? ». He doesn’t believe you, you can tell. « Follow me. » 
You try your best to keep up as he walks fast in the huge camp, but you’re slower now your leg is burned. 
As you walk to a central and bigger tent, your heart starts to pound rapidly. It has been years since you last saw him. Is he still the same ? Will he recognize you ? How will he react ? 
Your heart his making so much noise when he tells you to wait, you think you’re going to do a cardiac arrest. 
He comes back just a moment later with another man, much older than him, wearing red clothes behind his armor. 
This is indeed a cardinal. You bow in front of the prince of the church. « Your grace. »
He put his hand with a huge ring on top of your head. « May God bless you, my child. Pray to tell me who you are and what you are doing here ? »
You take a deep breath. You didn’t go to church since you’ve been excommunicated. But you can’t bring yourself to tell him you’re not one of his lambs anymore because of the man you are here to see.
« I humbly came to see the Commander of the Holy Crusade, Taiju Shiba, your grace. » 
« And you are ? »
Can you really lie to a prince of the church ? 
« I-I… my name is Y/n your Grace. I am a… relative. » 
The cardinal and the captain glance at each other with furrowed browns.
The old man uncomfortably clear his throat and crosses his fingers on the precious cross he bears around his neck « This, is uncommon, my child. Battlefield is not a place for a woman, even when it is one of our holy knight’s… dearest…sister ? I presume ? »
You lower your gaze again, but don’t deny. 
« I know, I do know your grace, and God forgives me for indulging myself here. But I made a long way to see the commander, it is important.» 
The Cardinal looks at Taiju's aide. « Where is the knight, captain ?”
“He his leading the troops on the battlefield, your Holiness.”
“Fetch your lord commander and bring him to the war council. » 
« At your service. » Says the aide before turning heels. 
« Come with me, my child. » 
You follow the old man in the tent and freeze. Five men are seated around what seems to be a map of the land, where they are moving flags and miniatures. They are all dressed with their armors. Some even still have blood and dirt on them.
You stay at the entrance, bowing. « My lords. » 
« Come, my child. Do not fear. These are your brother’s comrades, the lord commanders of our great army. » He sits in his chair, at the end of the table, and you realize he must be the holy army’s leader. « We are still waiting for our three last commanders to come back from the battlefield if the Lord does not call them back to his side. Take a seat. This one is your brother’s. » He says, pointing at an empty spot between two men where Taiju is gathering before the battle. 
You sit, and the Cardinal do a sign to a servant for him to give you water. « Are you coming from the old land ? You must be tired after this long travel. »
« Worry not about me, your grace, I do not deserve such attention. »
« What happened to your arm, milady ? » Asks a commander looking at your bandaged right arm. 
You hide it under the table and try to avoid their gaze. If they knew, most of them would pull out their sword on you. 
« Now, now, pray not to afraid our guest lord commander. »
The crusader immediately asks for the Cardinal’s forgiveness. Not yours. 
After a moment, a man enters the tent, gives his long bloodied sword to a servant running to his way, and go directly to wash his face in a bassinet without looking at the others. His heavy armor is covered in blood, but you recognize his cape before him. 
« I pray your Holiness to forgive me for my late appearance. My aide told me you required my presence, but the maneuver was still on going in the bat- »
He stops to talk when he turns around, and you straighten up in his sit. 
His piercing gaze on you makes your heart flutter, and you can’t bring yourself to look at him anymore. 
He opens his mouth and close it again. He looks at you and the cardinal back and forth. His jaw clench, and you can see he’s trying so hard to keep is composure.
« Who did you say you were, my dear ? I think the sister ? Yes, your sister is here. It is indeed unexpected, and I would not allow a woman in the camp otherwise, but she told us she had an important matter to discuss with you. » 
« I do not know this woman. » His tone his firm, he avoids your eyes to focus only on the Cardinal. 
« Is that so ? » The man in red says calmly. « All of you, out. » The war council is immediately dismissed, and you stay alone with the cardinal and the crusader. 
« Your Holiness I- »
« Silence ! » The old man’s sympathetic behavior change to a much colder one. « I warn you commander, one more lie and I have her arrested and pray to believe, she will never see the daylight again ! Now, we both know she has nothing to do with lady Yuzuha, so I presume she is the one you confessed about years ago ? » 
He lowers his gaze in what seems to be shame. « Answer me holy knight ! »
« She is, your Holiness. »
« How dare you bring your excommunicated whore in my camp, on the very sacred land of our holy army and lying to my face on top of it ? I should have you both hang up right away in front of everyone for your blasphemy ! »
« I deserve no mercy. This is my fault. This woman has nothing to do with this, I am the only sinner here and my life is yours to take as your Holiness will command. » 
« Bend the knee when you confess, crusader ! » 
Taiju immediately put a knee down, his arm rest on the other, but you can see his fist is tightly shut as he tries to control himself, looking at the ground. 
« Forgive me your Holiness for I have sinned. » 
« And what did you do ? »
« Nothing. » Your voice is heard for the first time since he came in and the cardinal looks at you, but Taiju keeps his head down despite the anger painted on his face. « He did nothing wrong. I chose to come here. I wanted to see him. The knight did not even know I was coming. This was my will, my decision, not his. » 
« Is it the truth, lord commander ? » 
You know he’s having a hard time by the way his teeth grit. He could have you in trouble if he tells the truth, but he would sin to his confessor and a prince of the holy Church if he doesn’t. 
« No, it is not. I summoned her in my dreams. The angels must have mistaken my thoughts for wishes and put them in her mind. I am the one to blame, and I am ready to receive my punishment for my impure dreams, your Holiness. »
Your heart tightens up when you hear his confession. He still thinks of you. But when you understand what he is ready to do to protect you, you can’t stay quiet. 
« NO ! » You stand up from the chair, but the cardinal looks at you with a cold stare you have already seen before. 
« Sit down woman, and do not interfere in this confession anymore, or it will cost you, you have my word. » 
« But -» your breath is taken away when you see the exact same vein of anger on the cardinal ‘s forehead, and the resemblance is now striking. 
His focus is back on the crusader, and he frowns. « What else did you do ? » 
Even if Taiju doesn’t look at you, you can feel him becoming embarrassed in front of you. 
« I touched myself, thinking of her body. » 
« Dear Lord… » The Cardinal’s face shows only restrained anger. You can tell he is really upset when you are all giddy by his confession. « When ? » 
The crusader takes a moment to answer. It seems so hard for him to take the words out of his dry mouth. « Several times. » 
« BALONEY ! » The cardinal explode and hit the table with his fist so hard it makes you jump on your seat. « You are one of the great lord commanders of our holy army, a priest I personally ordained and a servant of God. You are forbidden from any pleasure except worshiping the Lord’s name, do you hear me ?! » 
He stands up and comes to take the crusader’s jaw in his hand, harshly. « You told me what you did when this war started and to prevent you to go to hell if you were to find death on the battlefield, I absolved you. And yet you dare to sin in your thoughts and actions when you should thank me and the Almighty ? If you were not my nephew, I would have you whipped until there is no flesh left on your back for your felony ! » 
He goes back to his seat furious and turn around « I SHOULD SUBJECT YOU TO A TRIAL BY ORDEAL ! » 
Taiju slowly lift his head and looks at you and only you. « My life is yours to take. » 
You watch him with your heart missing a beat, and this is the first time you can clearly see his face in years. It has changed too. More than yours. He got a scar made by a blade which depart from the left corner of his mouth and ends up on his neck. It must have been painful, you think. He also has another scar on his face, a deep cut right above his right brow, and another one show on the side of his neck and disappear behind his armor, on his chest.
His hair is a bit shorter, he must have cut it sometimes ago, and it started to grow back.
But he looks handsome to you. He is still the same tall, severe, built up man you once held tight against your body.
You just want to touch him, to take him away from all of this, to tell him it’s going to be okay now. You will take care of him and him of you. But this is not him, and you know by the way he looks at you this will never be. 
« Leave us alone. I need to speak to the lord commander in private. » 
You can’t do anything but obey, and you look at the crusader one last time before going out of the tent.
The cardinal frowns and shake his head. « You do know I expect to be the next pope when our dear holy father will be called back to our Lord side and I plan on giving you the cardinal’s bar as my heir ? »
« I do, your Holiness. » 
« If the Church comes to learn my own nephew is a sinner, everything that our family had worked so hard for will be pointless ! I want you to be the man we decided you would be the day my sister birthed you. Your siblings are now fairly married and doing their duties. You must do your share for the sake of our lineage. »
Taiju lower his gaze and do not answer. The cardinal looks at his nephew, speaking his next words in a calm yet cold tone.
« This is not going to happen if you do not put an end to whatever is going on with this woman. Even after all these years, she clearly has you still wrapped around her finger, but do not be tempted to put a ring on it. You know you cannot do such thing. You have to get rid of her, or I will be taking care of this situation myself. » 
« You cannot- »
« Oh I will, if I have to. Indeed, no harm will be done if you do what you have to. But if you persist, I will finish what you started. »
Taiju closes his eyes, remembering your cries when the fire burned you. It was the most horrific sound he ever heard in his life. 
« I need time. Pray to give me a week to safeguard a way out of the holy lands for her, your Holiness. » 
« You have three days. » 
The crusader stands up and bow. He knows this is the cardinal’s final word. 
Before he leaves the tent, the man in red adds « Taiju. I would have let you marry… if you were not part of greater plans, I would have, believe me. But not to her. She is no lady, and I would have not allowed you to corrupt our bloodline with a lower cast. You are in no way made for each other. Now, do what you shall and come back where you belong.»
« Your Holiness. » He bows his head respectfully before leaving the tent. 
He lifts you from the ground the moment he sees you, not saying anything, and carry you bridal style to the camp. 
You don’t try to fight back and let him do what he wants, but you are not touching him. It’s more like he’s carrying an injured damsel. 
The soldiers on the camp make way and stand up straight when he walks past them.
When he arrives at an alley with bigger tents than the others on the camp, you understand this is probably the officer’s quarters. 
He bends over to go through the entrance of his tent and put you down. You look around to find a table with a chair where he works on, a bed on the floor with furs and various cushions and in the center of the tent, a large carpet made from a black bear’s fur. 
When you look at him, you’re prepared for his rage, you already know he is mad at you and probably is about to tell you that you should have never come here. 
« I know what you are going to say. » 
« No, you do not. » He replies immediately with a harsh voice. 
You lower your head, feeling like a kid being scolded. His tone is so cold. You knew he wouldn’t be exactly thrilled to see you here after what he told you when he left, but deep down, you were hoping he would at least be fine with it.
« Damn it, you have no idea ! » He says, gritting his teeth while running a nervous hand in his hair.
This is the first time you hear him swear, and you don’t know what to do. Should you leave ? Should you stay and try to talk about what you heard ? Maybe you should have just remained silent and away from what really matters to him. Now you are not so sure, it was a good idea to come anymore.
You feel your eyes watering, and you don’t want to show him how it affects you. You’ve never been one to cry in front of the others. You start to limp to the exit before you can’t keep it anymore, but he grabs your wrist and makes you turn around. 
He puts his hands on your cheeks and crashes his lips on yours, deepening the kiss immediately. You moan in his mouth when you find back the sensation of his scent, and you close the gap between you two, putting your arms around his waist. He is so eager, you can barely breathe, but it feels so right, you find back that feeling only him was able to make you feel, and it was worth every pain, every effort you have put up since you started to move.
His armor his dirty and cold, it stinks with terror and death of gone enemies, it spreads on your dress, but you are so happy to feel him again. So happy he still wants you after all these years.
He breaks the kiss just a moment later, not letting you the time to really enjoy it, and takes a step away.
Back is the cold and distant knight you met the first time. You know he couldn’t control himself at the moment, but his head his still full of remorse and fear of God. 
« Taiju… » You call for him gently, but he avoids your eyes like he can't stand to hear his name in your mouth. 
« Wait here. » He leaves the tent, not letting you the time to say anything else, practically running out of the place, and you. 
He leaves for an hour, you sat on the chair, tired. You’ve barely slept this past days and your right leg hurt like hell, now you're finally still. 
When he comes back, he has changed. He doesn’t wear his regular chain mail armor but a more light and discreet black leathered one and a long black coat on his left shoulder. 
« We need to leave. » 
You look at him in confusion when you see him packing his sword and some of his belongings. 
« Where are we going ? » 
« To the city. You cannot stay here. » 
He barely looks at you. You know he’s probably uncomfortable because you are the cause of his sins, but you don’t want to back up.
You follow him outside just to find his aide waiting next to his black stallion.
He rides his horse and held you his hand for you to take. You are a bit confused, as always he barely spoke, and you don’t even know what are his plans. But you trust him.
You trust him with your life. So you take his hand and let him drag you up to sit sidesaddle just before him.
Far away you can spot the cardinal looking at you too and Taiju bows his head before leaving the camp in a hurry. 
The horse runs fast while you put your head on his chest, and you close your eyes to the regular sound of his heartbeats. 
You are so tired, so overwhelmed. You can’t bring yourself to speak or to do anything, you just let the rhythm of the horse’s hooves rock you, and you close your eyes just for a bit.
You feel him held you closer, and you know you can delay the talk you two need to have just a bit more.
When you open your eyes, you can see the lights of the city in front of you. The horse reaches it some minutes later, and Taiju makes him walk until you stops in front of an ancient roman house with high walls and heavy doors. 
“Where are we ?”
He makes you slide carefully off the stallion before he does. “It’s one of the crusaders' residence.”
He bangs at the doors and a nun comes to open, bowing once she sees the holy knight. 
“Lord Commander ?” 
“Prepare two bedrooms for my guest and I, sister. We are staying the night.”
He gives her a parchment with his family’s coat of arms, and she looks at you in confusion. But Taiju doesn’t let her think too much as he puts his palm on the door and push it open.
When you come in you can’t do anything but lift your head looking at the magnificent architecture well-preserved. You are in a square yard. Some servants are walking on the opened corridor in second floor and another nun is already coming your way. 
“Pray to take care of our guest, sisters. Take her to her room, give her new clothes and food, bath her, put her to bed and lend me a servant. I need to send a missive before tomorrow. »
He obviously doesn’t want to stay with you, and you look at him disappointed, not daring to speak in front of the nuns. They bow at him respectfully, and you are taken to the kitchens, looking at the soldier of God above your shoulder. He doesn't stay focused on you and make his way to the opposite with a man carrying the cape and sword Taiju gives him.
The nuns let you eat a warm bowl of boiled meat, bread and vegetables, welcomed by your empty stomach. When you are full, they take you to your bedroom, decorated with a mythological fresco and a wooden bed with white sheers. A bath is already filled with hot water in the middle of the room by a servant, and they help you out of your clothes and bandages before washing you as the commander ordered. 
They don’t talk. Not a single word is spoken, but you can see them exchange several glances when they put the sponge on your burned body parts. 
Once it’s done, the help comes with a long white and almost transparent nightgown, and put you to bed. 
One of the nun put new bandages for you to put on tomorrow morning then blows out the candle, and they leave you on a comfortable yet cold bed alone in the dark. 
This is not what you wanted. You miss his warmth. You miss his voice and stern look. Furthermore, you know he will not dare to come here. It’s not a church, but it stays a sacred house blessed by God. Nuns are obviously running and taking care of this place for the crusaders. 
But...
You try as much as you can to fight the urge to see him, and you turn in the bed without finding sleep nor peace. 
You decide to stand up, and light the candle before sneaking out of your bedroom. You know this is not a smart idea, you know you’ll piss him off even more, but you are determined to finally have this talk you need to have with him. 
Everything his dark outside. It’s already late, and they are all sleeping by now. But not you. You walk randomly from a door to another with the hope to find the room you are looking for, but when you finally do, he's not inside. You can see his belongings, his armor and his sword, but he’s nowhere to be found. 
You decide to go downstairs, and you spot a light under a door that you past open quietly. 
Inside it’s a huge room with column and light steam coming from a roman bath in the center. Your cheeks burn out when you realize you have no right to be there. 
He’s here, his body partially emerged in the hot water, sat in a stone bench with his arms spread open to make him comfortable. His eyes are closed, and you think he could be sleeping. 
But he’s not. When you put a foot on the first step, the water starts to move calmly, and he open his eyes to meet yours. 
He doesn’t say anything, just looking at you, but it’s enough for you to understand he’s not pleased to see you here. 
You put the candle on the ground and enter the bath, the waters comes to your belly and wet your nightgown, making you almost naked before him.
He closes his eyes, refusing to look at your body and let his head go back on his muscular shoulders. He knows, no matter what he'd say, you are not going to listen. You never did, why would it be otherwise this time ?
But your thought are far away from his. He’s so beautiful to you, with all the scars on his body and face, his hard shaped muscles and his calm yet tense posture. 
When you are in front of him, you take the hem of your nightgown and lift it enough for you to sit on him.
You can already feel his manhood touching your sweet lips, and his fists curl at the feeling.
You put your hand on his cheek, and he opens his eyes to look at you. But still, he doesn't speak. It didn’t have changed much since the last time you met. 
You missed him. So much. If he has the control not to touch you, it’s not the same for you. You need to feel him. You need to touch him, to kiss him. 
You try to but his head turns to the side, not allowing you, and you end up kissing his neck. Your hips start to grind on him, you can feel your pussy quivering above him, feeling his dick getting hard without his consent, and you let your hips roll back and forth and slide his length carefully between your lips.
He let out a long breath, closing his eyes again, and you chuckle in his neck.
God, you missed him so much. Now you crave his touch. You want him to look at your body, to put his fingers deep inside your already slick hole, aching to be filled with his thick cock. You take off your clothe, put your hand in the water, coming to caress his hard shaft, throbbing obscenely the moment you touch him.
He growl lightly, his brows furrowing when you put your thumb on the slit of his cock head and your four other fingers press hard around his girth. 
How greedy you are now. You never had another man, no one touched you but him, and he knows it. You hope so. “Only you.” You whisper in his ear, and you see one of his hand moving to your body before he decides against it and put it back where it was. 
Your cunt is still rubbing against his dick with the help of your hand wrapped around him, leading him between your legs to your hole and tampering your folds with the tip.
It must be torture to him, but since he decided to play hard to get you’re not going to spare him. 
You heard his confession. You know he masturbated thinking of you. 
“When was the last time you did it ?”
He tries his best to regulate his breath, but the pressure you put on him is almost unbearable. You may not be a witch, but your spell on him is real, and he knows that. 
“A week ago.” He whispers in a grown when he feels you rubbing his cock head against your clit.
You smile and put his tip at your entrance. “I thought crusaders were forbidden to lie ?”
His head lay back on the concrete while his hips are rising to bury himself inside you more. But you don’t allow him.
“Two days ago.” He finally admits in a deep breath. 
You close the gap between your bodies and let your breast flush against his torso. The moment you do, you feel him pulse in your hand, and you smile. 
With your other hand, you come to find his throat and squeeze it lightly. 
“What were you thinking when you touched yourself, Lord commander ?”
He frowns, not answering, and you squeeze harder, still sliding his fat cock head up and down your folds. 
You bend to his ear and whisper, “Do you want to feel how wet I am because of you ? How you could ruin my tight little cunt with that hard throbbing cock of yours ?” 
He tries his best not to answer, but his head nods slightly and yours start to spin around. “Then answer me. What were you thinking when you touched yourself ?”
You apply more pressure between your legs closing them to deny access, and you choke him with all your strength, sending electric waves in both your bodies. 
His eyes shot open when he starts to miss air and his hands grabs your hips roughly. He's not playing anymore. 
“Do you want me to show you ?”
He unwraps your legs from his heavy waist and don’t let you the time to process. You find yourself pushed against the bench he was sitting on, and he’s behind you. 
Your mouth opens when he grabs both your wrists in his palm and slap your ass with the other. 
Your face hit up when you feel him push inside you in one thrust, splitting you open on his dick. He doesn’t let you time to adjust and starts to pound hard inside you. 
The wet sound of your body is echoing inside the bathroom, with the statues of ancient deities looking at you. 
You moan loudly when he tightens his grasp on your wrists in your back, and he fucks you hard, withdrawing his dick from your cunt before slamming back inside roughly. “This is what you wanted, huh ?” 
You shake your head, moaning at every thrust, and he slaps your ass cheek harder. “Now, who is lying ?” 
You tighten in purpose around him, and he growls loudly, going even harder inside your drenched cunt. Even in your intercourse, you two are fighting.
“You little whore... are you trying to make me come fast ?” You get another slap on your ass, and he has to slow down not to come when you squeeze him hard between your warm walls. 
He lower his gaze to see a white ring of your arousal around his cock, and he breathes hard, yanking your hair from behind and tightens his grasp on your wrists so much, you are sure there will be bruises in the morning here and the print of his hand on your ass. 
He leans on you and whispers, “You can moan all you want, the walls are thick, woman.”
So you let it go. You know he likes to hear you moan for him, and if you have to sin here, you’re going to do it right. 
“Taiju... harder... oh yes...more ! ” This is what years of pent-up frustration has done to both of you, and you can’t do anything but to want him to shape your insides with his cock. Your perverted moans make him wants to fill you to the brim, and he can’t stop his hips to slam against your ass. 
A shiver run down his spine when he feels your walls fluttering around his cock. He let go of your wrists and hair and grabs your hips, merging his fingers with it while he bully your sweet spot and cervix again and again, making you mistake pain and pleasure until there is none to define at each thrust. 
You let your cheek rest on the stone and put your hand between your legs, but he forbids you immediately. “You wanted me to fuck you like a whore ? Then you are going to come like one.” 
He slides one of his fingers inside your ass, while stretching you to the point you think you’re going to break and rub his other thumb on your clit at the same time, thrusting in and out of you at a fast pace. 
It’s the same feeling you find back inside you. It has been years since you had sex with him, but it didn’t change. Eveytime he touches you, you think you’re going to die in a pure bliss. 
He makes you come hard on his dick before you feel his pace resuming as he pours his hot seed directly deep in your womb without any warnings.
He let his body falls on yours, his forehead on your back, and you have so much trouble to take your breath back to normal. 
He stays inside you a bit and when he pulls out, his cum slowly oozes out and along your thigh. “I beg your pardon Y/n... I lost my mind at the sight of your charms.” He says after a moment. 
He sits down in the water and make you sit on him to bathe you in a smooth aftercare.
“No, I enjoyed it too… God, I missed you.” You say, embarrassed, nudging your face in the crook of his neck. 
He chuckles and hold you tight in his arms while he kisses your forehead. 
“I thought of you on the battlefield.” He lower his gaze, his voice becoming barely a whisper. « It kept me alive. »
Your smile lights your face up when you hear him, and you carefully raise your head to kiss him gently as you draw your untold three secret words against his sacred lips. 
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lacy-lou · 7 months
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Naughty Professor
I wanna be called back to stay after class my legs nervously bouncing as I watched the last student leave.
I wanna be lectured, called mean names because of my short skirt I wanna be made fun of till I start crying, I want you to laugh at me and tell me I'm pathetic and no one would want me.
I want you to manipulate me to become your fuck toy I wanna be yours, I want you to take me over your desk making sure to punish me for dressing like a slut.
I want you to tease me till I'm on the edge of blacking out and then finally use me like the slut I am.
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rintoki · 2 years
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uhh anyway, minors dni
cw: sub!prince!rindou yes.
prince!rindou and being his retainer yupp,, no one questions the amount of time you two spend together, after all you’re simply serving your lord. no one questions when prince rindou doubles over, hand on the wall for support while you lean in close to ask, “are you alright, your highness?” no one sees the knowing smile on your face about why the prince is in such a state.
and finally no one would question when you announce you would take the prince back to his quarters, where in the privacy of his room you disrobe him slowly, watching as his princely facade drops and he whines for you hurry up. laying in the centre of his large bed, canopy drawn to hide from prying eyes, should there be any. your lord gripping desperately at your clothes when you finally reveal his swollen leaking cock and the pretty bejewelled plug nestled between his cheeks.
the absolutely lewd noises he would let out as you take his cock in your hands, “oh my, your highness, that’s not quite fitting for a prince,” you’d snicker. but rindou couldn’t care less, hands digging into his bedding, whorish moans pouring out his mouth. “f-fuck—hngh! please just do something!”
“is that an order, my lord?” and he’d whimper at the title, precum oozing out as he nods pitifully, such a high and mighty man reduced to shambles at the hands of his loyal servant. and he wouldn’t have it another way.
drawing him in for a kiss, before your other hand reaches down to pull at the plug, his whines getting muffled into the kiss. spreading his precum and stroking his shaft, you angled the plug before thrusting it in once more, this time pressing it right on his prostate. and the prince would cry out, hands flying out to grab your arms, as if begging you to be gentle. his perfectly styled hair a mess as rindou tosses his head against the pillows, his legs automatically bringing themselves up to make space for you.
“shh, it’s ok my prince, let your humble servant take care of you,” you spoke softly; he was always so sensitive, having never been touched like that before. breathy whines as you thrust the plug in and out his aching hole, heat building in your own belly simply watching the way your prince take it, hole stretching out to accommodate the plug. and his cock in your other hand twitching helplessly as you pump him gently.
“w-wanna cum,” he’d mewl, hand tugging at your clothes, cheeks flushed a cherry red with tears dotting his lashes. what a sinful face; one that you hoped no one else but you would ever see. it was wishful thinking, that your prince would remain yours forever. it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.
but the way he moans your name as you bring him closer and closer to his high, angling the plug to hit his sensitive spot with every thrust, hand expertly twisting over his tip just the way you know it makes him shake. the way he clings to you and chants your name when the knot in his belly finally snaps, cum squirting out and spraying all over his chest. and maybe when the time comes he won’t be yours anymore, but right now as prince rindou buries his face in your neck and whines your name, you would treasure it forever.
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p-antomime · 2 years
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hmmm kiki may i ask you to elaborate on this childe being a sister fucker thing? ngl got me interested 👀👀
of course i can and will elaborate on this, hold on, hold on !
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childe is a sister fucker if it means making ayato kamisato angry! if he goes to bed with the youngest sister in the Kamisato family who is not ayaka, he practically kills two birds with one stone: he gets a pussy to use whenever he feels like it and also lets ayato know that for the first time in a long time, childe has won the imaginary tug-of-war between the two of them.
what can ayato do besides opening the door of the house for ajax when he arrives with a bright smile and his eyes glued on you coming down the stairs? absolutely nothing, besides kicking his knee under the table when you are all having dinner.
but, going back to the moment ayato didn't know about it yet, childe would almost always ask you to meet him at his house or would stop in front of yours using the car of some friend, maybe pantalone or capitano, to take you to the same address, after all: nothing was better than fucking you in mating press in the middle of his bed and waking up the next day with you sleeping like an angel without even knowing about the fingerprints and bite marks that ajax left all over your body yet; childe likes to be fully aware that you are his until further notice.
childe is a sister fucker who makes you get with your head down and ass up ready to bury himself in your pussy — which he always brags about how "tight 'n small" it is with a honeyed, blissed out tone — while your phone is glowing with the screen indicating that ayato was calling you wanting to know where you are, it was after 11:00 at night!
childe is such a good sister fucker that he would call you on the days ayato was too suspicious and make you touch yourself in the middle of the night after convincing you that "it wouldn't make you any less cute to him" and that "no one but you needs to hear your fingers going in and out of your pussy, no one needs to know how wet you get just listening to his voice".
childe is a sister fucker who takes you on dates in the summer, but asks you to wear sundresses because it's easier to send you back home on wobbly legs with fingerprints on your thighs and his cum dripping out of your panties — and it was okay if you ended up wasting some of it: childe is a good enough sister fucker to take pictures of you all exposed for him to keep in his wallet or pocket with the writing in permanent pen on the back of "my cutest Kamisato" and the drawing of a heart on the side.
childe is such a good, such a nice, such an intense sister fucker that someday he would want to fuck you on top of ayato's bed because he knew that the smell of sex would be impregnated in the walls and that it would be just the beginning of him going more and more to your house with a cocky smile on his lips that always contrasted with ayato's contorted face in irritation, after all: how dare ajax give himself the freedom to fuck the youngest sister in the family? ayato knew that childe was lewd, but not to that point.
in short: childe is such a good sister fucker that he would lose sleepless nights just pumping his cock, fisting it furiously while listening to the innocent and cheerful audios you sent him during the week, thinking of the next time he could fuck you while ayato thought you were at a friend's house.
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— genshin impact masterlist.
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ladythot · 10 months
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Katou enjoys manipulating and corrupting college working girls because he doesn't know how to pull a proper woman near his own age unless he's asking a hooker to caper between his legs. He probably enjoys the horrific look on their faces when they sober up and feel their cunts loose after he suggested them to take alcohol or drugging them. Typical yakuza men doings
I'm really looking forward for your next ask.
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