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𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔱 III

Chapter I ;; Chapter II

vampire!Caitlyn Kiramman x peasant!fem! Reader

c/w: descriptions of gore, blood etc. intoxication, mild nsfw. Reader has comphet too.

w/c: 6.2k

a/n: ITS FINALLY HERE! Sorry it took long, I was going back and forth on a lot of things and even caught some writers block😵‍💫. I’m happy I could get it out to everyone though! Thank you for all the support on this personal fantasy fic!

summary: As you and Caitlyn finally confront your feelings for each other, ghosts from your past return, leading you to commit an atrocity you can’t take back. SONGS: waltz no.2 by Cihat Aşkin, albinoni/Arr. Giazotto: Adagio in G minor, Melting Waltz by Abel Korzeniowski, Vocalise, Op. 34, no. 14 by sergi Rachmaninoff, A Heart Made of Yarn by Franz Gordon. (Happy listening!)

“Wait for me!” You yelled for the boy in front of you. Cassian, your friend, was already racing through the woods. A small branch in his hand. “Ugh, all you girls are so slow!” He pouts, finally stopping for you to catch up. “I’m not slow! This dress is just not good for running…” you mumbled. Cassian grabbed your hand and led you towards the castle. “The adults never let us come up here…They say a vampire lives inside.”

You admired the beautiful gothic architecture with awe. “A vampire?” Your eyes were wide with childlike wonder and curiosity. “I’d sure like to meet them.” Cassian’s face contorts. “Meet them? I’d like to kill’em! This branch probably won’t do though…” he tosses it away. “I’ll need something bigger. I’ll make a fine vampire hunter when I grow up! And you’ll be my wife.” His chest puffs up with confidence.

“But I don’t-” 

“oh it’s okay. I’ll take care of you!” He cuts you off. “Okay…”

Your eyes flickered open. Now awake from your dream, you remember Cassian. A childhood friend who pursued you relentlessly. As he grew up, he became overbearing and pushy. You once convinced yourself that you were in love with him, but it wasn’t working. You never once felt love for anyone, but you wanted to. Being unmarried at your age was already unusual. You tried to love Cassian, but no matter how much time you spent with him, you couldn’t.

 As your senses woke, you noticed that there was a strange weight on top of you. When you attempted to sit up and  look to your side tiredly, you were met with Caitlyn’s glowing blue eyes. She grinned before pushing you to lie back down. “Let’s stay like this. Don’t move.” You were too tired to argue. You could feel her shift to listen to your heart beat. “You’re so sweet like this… All cozy and warm.” She moves again to wrap her arms around your waist and pull you in to her. “Caitlyn?” She presses her forehead to yours. “Yes, dear?” 

“Uhm.. what are you doing?” She makes a strange face, but replies “I’m just spending time with you. Before I feed.” 

“That’s tonight?” She nods, breathing in the scent of your hair. 

“I’ve been waiting all week. I can’t get enough of you.” She traces your body with one hand that stops on your hip. “Do you enjoy being a vampire?” You ask. “You’re always so excited when it’s time.” She stops and thinks for a moment. “I wouldn’t say I enjoy it. I simply get to enjoy some unorthodox benefits. Like watching you slowly weaken underneath me, like a wilting rose in my garden.” 

“That’s quite poetic…” your eyes meet her in an intense stare.

She sits up, and cages you beneath her. Her bare arms are on either side of your head, and it’s only then you notice she’s almost completely naked. Her shirt isn’t buttoned all the way, and you can see all the way down to the start of her stomach. “What? Never seen a body besides your own?” She notices your strange reaction. Caitlyn seems comfortable with nudity. “No it’s just, that makes this a lot more intimate.” 

“I suppose it does. Are you okay with that?” Her sly grin makes your heart stir. She knows what she’s doing to you. “Uhm, yes.” 

“That’s my girl.” She hugs you gently, before dragging her tongue up the side of your neck. She was being very sensual tonight. “Well, wherever you’re ready.” You tell her. Caitlyn lays you back down and lays next to you herself. She stays like that for a while, just relaxing before rolling on top of you, and pinning your arms above your head. “So helpless. I love fragile little creatures.” 

Her teeth sink into your neck like they belong there. She reciprocates any sound you make with one of her own. You’ll whine in pain, and she’ll groan in pleasure. Your body begins to feel fuzzy again, and you wrap your arms around Caitlyn’s bare back to hold you steady. Every time she’s fed from you, she drinks more each time. Her body tenses and twitches whenever you make a sound of pleasure from the drug controlling your psyche. 

Your arms fall back to your sides, and Caitlyn seizes the opportunity to intertwine her fingers with yours like clockwork. When she finally releases you, she sighs and brushes the stray hair from your face. “You sound so beautiful when you’re in pain. I can’t decide if it’s prettier than the sounds you make when you’re high off venom.” She lies back down and cradles you against her.

“Caitlyn?” That was the longest she’s ever bitten you, meaning this is the most venom you’ve ever had in your system. You can feel it coursing through your veins, and altering your thoughts. You almost enjoy the sensation of being high from it. You’re Caitlyn’s. The crest you still wear around your neck proves that. You’re her blood bank, forever. Meanwhile she’s gazing at you with hazy eyes. “What’s going through your head right now, my dear? Tell me.” She gets up and squeezes out a wet rag on the table next to the bed.

“Caitlyn…” you mumble as she places the cool rag on your forehead. “Oh really? Is that all?” She checks your pulse. “Again. Do it again. Take as much as you want. Drain me, please.” She relishes in your desperate words and sighs in satisfaction. “Aww, I wish I could. Unfortunately doing that may risk never tasting you again, so I’ll have to decline. Now, get some rest.” She kisses your forehead, leaving a lip stain of  your own blood.

That wasn’t the first of many odd interactions. Just yesterday, she left a bouquet of fresh roses at your door for you when you woke up. It’s also become a habit of hers to go out at night and surprise you with new dresses and luxuries. The breakfasts you wake up to become more elaborate too.

Sometimes, she’d dance with you at night too. She’d just be in her study and get up, make her way to wherever you’re seated, bow, kiss your hand, and ask: “May I have this dance?” Then, she’d dance with you slowly, holding your hand gently, with her other arm around your waist. She does this while looking at you like you’re the only woman in the world. There wouldn’t even be any music most of the time. Sometimes she’d hum a song, or sometimes she’d just dance with you in silence.

Is it possible that Caitlyn is in love with you? But that would mean that you’re her one and only. The book said so. Kiramman vampires love one and never again. What would you do if that really was the case? 

“Darling? Are you awake?” Caitlyn peers into your room one night. She comes inside and sits at the side of your bed. “Is something the matter, Caitlyn?” She shakes her head no. “I’m just checking on you. Any more nightmares?” She rests one hand on your thigh. “Not recently. I think I’m okay now.” She starts to rub up and down your thigh through the blankets. “That’s good…” She squeezes gently. 

“Caitlyn, I had a question.” You sit up and prop yourself against some pillows. “Feel free to ask me anything, darling.”  She smiles reassuringly. “If a vampire fell in love, what would happen?” You knew the answer already from the book, but you just wanted to see what she would say. “If I fell in love?…Well, I’d treat them very well and love them forever. I can only love one person in my life, so they would be my everything.” She doesn’t break eye contact the whole time she says that. “And you?” She says. “What?”

“What would happen if a sweet girl like you fell in love?” She’s smiling softly. “I’m nothing special, so nothing fantastical like having one true love or anything like you… I suppose I would want to be with them. Maybe I’d be too shy to ask, or maybe I’d be forward and tell them as soon as I figured out how I felt.”

“Really? How wonderful it must be to fall in love. I never knew that sort of love in my life. I only knew lust.” She looks remorseful. You question further. “Never in your human life did you fall in love? Not with any of your uhm, partners?”

“No. Maybe I could have, but that wasn’t what I was looking for. All I wanted was that feeling watching a girl unravel beneath me provided. Power, maybe?” She thinks on it some more, but looks back to you with renewed curiosity. “What about you? Have you ever been in love?” 

“Me? Well, not exactly.”

“That’s a strange answer. It’s usually a yes or a no.”

“Well, I would say yes, but I think it was more so me wanting to feel love. There was someone: a boy named Cassian.” Caitlyn looks very focused on your story. “And you loved him?”

“I wanted to. I never felt romantic love for anyone. I wanted to, but it just never happened. I think something’s…wrong with me.” Caitlyn comes to your side and brings you into a hug. “Nothing is wrong with you.” She hugs you tighter. “You just didn’t love him, and that’s okay. I’m confident that somewhere, there’s someone who loves you very much…”

“Caitlyn.” You lean into her grasp, and she lays you down gently. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. I love you, if that counts for anything.” She drags one thumb over your bottom lip. “Someone so kind and understanding of me, someone who doesn’t run away.” Her hair falls onto your face

“You love me too, don’t you? Please say you do.” She lowers herself to lie on top of you in a smothering hug. “ I think I do.”

“That’s enough for me, my love. Let me cherish you here, forever.” Her lips meet yours in a passionate kiss. Your eyes are still open just from the surprise, but Caitlyn’s fingers dragging over your face urge you to close them. She kisses you with as much hunger as she does love. Her fangs scratch your lips, and the taste of your own blood taints the taste of her kiss. 

When the two of you part, a thin, string of saliva still connects you. Caitlyn’s lips look glossy and you can feel her breath on your face. There’s a moment of silence where she gazes at you with eyes filled with adoration. “Thank you.” She whispers. 

When you wake up in the morning, Caitlyn is asleep. She’s nocturnal, so you leave her in bed. She kissed you. She kissed you hard. You raise your hand to your lips, and touch them gently. You can even feel the little cut left by Caitlyn’s fangs. You were her one and only love. She loved you. The thought made you feel like swooning. 

That evening, you hear the soft meow of Whisper, and see the cat appear from a dark hall. “Whisper? Is something the matter?” The cat seems tense. Her fur is raised and pupils dilated.

You follow the cat up the stairs to the balcony of the castle. “Whisper?” The cat stops. Walking out onto the balcony, you look out over the village and the woods. It’s only sunset, but you can see a trail of smoke rising from the direction of Crows-Wood. It had to be a fire, but the village wasn’t burning. A bonfire. You can feel your stomach drop with dread. Crows-wood only threw large bonfire parties before a hunt. Not just any vampire hunt though, they were sending off a group. You remember them distinctly. The people chugging ale and screaming at the top of their lungs, the vampire corpses and caricatures being paraded on sticks, and the slew of weapons the hunters were preparing to head off with. You always stayed inside during these just because they disturbed you so much. Who could celebrate the murder of anything with such fervor?

A group of vampire hunters were being rallied to head this very way to kill Caitlyn. When you realize this, you rush back to your bedroom, with Whisper following. “Caitlyn! Caitlyn wake up, please!” You shook her cold body into waking. She was still in your bed, sleeping as peacefully as when you left her. That was the case until your frantic shaking and tears woke her. “Darling please, what’s the matter?” She takes your hands gently to stop them from shaking her. “Crows-Wood! A bonfire they’re- they’re-”

“Shhh, my love.” She sits up and pulls you in against her chest. “Calm down. You can explain once you’ve done that.” Whisper leaps onto the bed and settles next to Caitlyn. 

“Now, speak slowly and tell me what’s going on.” You pull away from Caitlyn and look her in the eyes. “Crows-Wood is sending a group of hunters this way. I saw them celebrating over a bonfire.” Caitlyn’s expression grows grim. “How many do they usually send in a group?” You try and recall from your memories. “Uhm… five or six.” Caitlyn sighs. “I can take them, but I’ll need your help.”

“What do you need!? I’ll do anything.” She smiles at you and brushes your hair away from your neck. “I hate to ask this of you, but I’m at my strongest when I drink human blood.” 

“Of course! Take as much as you need.” You pull your dress down to expose your shoulder. The night has fully set in now. Caitlyn’s hand brushes your cheek, and she pulls you in for a kiss. She pulls herself back from your lips to kiss your chin, and continues down to leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck. “Caitlyn…” You whisper her name into the room that’s growing ever darker. She nuzzles into the crook of your neck before biting down. Her hands wander down your body, to the small of your back to palm at your rear. Her touch is gentle, but firm.

When she’s finished, she lifts you bridal style and leaves your bedroom. “It’d be too easy to find you here. I’m sure it’s you they’re really after. I’ll bring you to my room.” You’re semi-conscious during the walk there. Caitlyn’s bedroom is” deeper into the castle. She sets you down on a large bed that smells like her. Old fragrances and roses.“Promise me you won’t move. Please just stay here.” She tucks your intoxicated body into the blankets, and leaves. 

You’re woken by the sound of screaming, stomach-twisting wails of pain, and crashes. You’re still high off of the venom, but you stumble out of Caitlyn’s bed to see what’s going on. You’re vision is swimming and you’re feet feel heavy. You have to get to Caitlyn. She needs you. You need her. 

“They’re here.”

The hunters have arrived, and are fighting with Caitlyn as you lean on walls to navigate the castle. She told you not to move, but you couldn’t just lie there and hope she came back alive. You wanted to help. How would you help in the state you were in? Even you didn’t know. You’d manage somehow. By the time you make it to the stairs, you can see the gory display. Three men lie dead on the floor, choking on their own blood as it seeps from gashes in their throats. Their faces are forever expressing regret and horror. The two left are injured, but Caitlyn seems to be tired too. She’s holding up well, but you can tell her energy has depleted. 

“Where is she!? If you’ve killed her I’ll drag you out into the sun come daylight!” An all too familiar voice screams out. Cassian? He’s part of the group? “I’d never lay a finger on her.” Caitlyn rasps, grabbing the other assailant and crushing his throat to fleshy mush in her bare hand. The sickening sight is followed by the snap of his bones. All the times she’s touched you, she’s been perfectly capable of something like that. Cassian yells out in rage, and charges at Caitlyn, wooden steak in hand. Caitlyn seems ready to defend herself until he pulls a small wooden cross from his pocket. The sound of Caitlyn’s scream surprised you. She sounds horrified. So crosses really do affect vampires that much. Caitlyn loses her footing and falls back.

No. This can’t be happening. She killed four of them and the last one standing will manage to kill her? And Cassian of all people? You had to do something. Caitlyn looks melancholic on the ground. It’s like she could get up, but won’t. She just lies there as Cassian aims his wooden steak at her heart. 

Neither of them noticed you rushing down the stairs.

With a gut wrenching scream, you plunge a dagger from a dead man’s hands into his back. Cassian barely has any life left to turn around and look at you. “You’re…alive.” He utters before falling to the ground. Still lost in the venom and your fear, you continue to stab his dead body over and over and over again, screaming all the while. You finally stop when Caitlyn pulls the dagger from your hands, and brings you into a tight hug. “No no no this was never supposed to happen.” She whispers. You sob into her chest from the shock and repulsion. You killed a man. Not just any man, but one you knew since childhood. One who came all this way to rescue you. 

“Darling look at me please, look at me.” Caitlyn wipes your tears with her thumbs and forces you to look at her. Shes looking at you like she doesn’t recognize you. “He was going to kill you I- I couldn’t let him take you away from me!” You’re spouting nonsense as you try to make sense of your impulsive action. “Shh shh shh..” Caitlyn just urges you to be quiet, and hugs you close. You can taste his blood in your mouth. “I- I’ll run you a hot bath, and we can soak together okay? It’s okay.” Caitlyn clearly is not sure what to do with you. You killed for her. Something so much more than a flimsy declaration of love. 

 You’re seated between Caitlyn’s legs as she hugs you from behind while you both soak in the hot bath. You haven’t said a word since you killed Cassian. Caitlyn is concerned. Every so often, she’ll attempt to coax a conversation out of you. “Are you hurt anywhere?” Silence. You cannot speak. “… This might not be the right time, but thank you. At that moment, when I was there on the ground, I was just so…” Her voice breaks. “Tired. Tired of fighting, of hiding, I just was ready to die. But then I remembered you. I remembered that I didn’t want to leave you, because I love you.” She holds you tighter, making the water slosh around the bathtub. You can feel her chin on your head, and her breasts against your back. “But it was too late. I was on the ground, and a wooden steak was inches from my heart. That’s when you attacked him. I would be dead if it wasn’t for you. I wish you didn’t have to do that, and part of me wishes I had died instead of staining your hands with blood, but thank you.” 

She lifts you out of the bath, and drys you off herself. Caitlyn doesn’t take you to your bedroom that night, she lets you sleep in her bed with her. She doesn’t bother putting a nightgown on you, and just leaves you in your underwear. She talks you to sleep, before leaving to clean up the mess of blood and dead bodies. When she returns to bed, sitting at your side, Caitlyn does something she thought to be impossible.

She cries.

She can hardly believe it herself when she feels the first tear roll down her cheek, but they don’t stop. She shouldn’t be able to cry. She can’t. Her body is frozen in time, unable to produce blood, tears, waste, anything. So why is she crying? Since turning, this is Caitlyn’s first time crying for someone besides herself. Her first tears that didn’t stem from selfishness, but from how overwhelmingly guilty she felt for what you did for her. She doesn’t try and stop them, but just lets her tears fall. Caitlyn goes to sleep that night with you by her side, feeling a little more human than normal.

You wake up screaming. There’s blood everywhere. On your hands, in your mouth, and even in your eyes. Cold arms pull you back down to the bed and hold you steady. “Shhh my love. I’m sorry…” You manage to calm yourself, and relax into Caitlyn’s arms. “This is all my fault.” She whispers. “No please don’t blame yourself. I did what I did all on my own.” You reply. “Caitlyn, do you think we have to leave the castle?” Caitlyn seems to be thinking. 

“Maybe, but for now, I think we’re safe.” She intertwined her legs with yours beneath the sheets. Her lips find yours in a soft kiss. Her fingers thread through your hair, and between kisses she whispers. “I love you. I’m grateful for what you did, even if I wish it hadn’t happened. I’m truly sorry.”

“That was him.” You admitted.

“What?” Caitlyn’s lost. “That was the man I told you about. The one I tried to love.” Caitlyn gasps quietly. “I see.” She’s avoiding your gaze. “He was looking for you. That whole time he kept badgering me on what he’d do if I hurt you.” She sounds annoyed. “Honestly, it seems like he loved you. He wanted you back from me. He said you were his.” Her tone sounds angry, yet collected. 

When Caitlyn notices you’re asleep again, she sighs and kisses your lips once more before laying you down. 

When you wake up, Caitlyn’s asleep. Whisper is meowing at the end of the bed. You feel a bit better after all the commotion last night. It’s still hard to believe you killed anyone. Heading downstairs, you check to see if the bodies and carnage are still there. It’s not. Caitlyn must have cleaned it. Killing Cassian almost felt like being born again yourself. It was as if you truly accepted yourself for what you were, standing there, covered in his blood. Someone who could never love a man, no matter how much he urged you to. Every time he stated you’d marry him, the advances he’d make, offerings to your parents, and shouting matches that ended in your tears came crashing down. 

You had decided where you stood the moment you stabbed him. Going against your own people for a vampire. You wanted to stay with Caitlyn forever, and that’s something humanity wouldn’t allow. You’d ask her to turn you into one of her own tonight. You’d be a vampire too.

That night, you wait up for Caitlyn. As usual, she comes into your room to check on you. “Awake this late, my love?” She joins you on your bed, guiding you to lean your head on her shoulder. “Caitlyn, Would it be possible for me to become a vampire?” She freezes. “Why would you want to do that?” 

“I abandoned my humanity the moment I killed Cassian. I want to be with you forever, even if it means becoming a monster.” Caitlyn looks at you fondly. “You don’t know what you’re asking for. Sure you’ve killed, but so have many men. Asking to be like me is asking to be forsaken by god. Besides, I’d never get to taste your blood that way again.” 

“A vampire can’t drink another vampires blood?” She laughs. “No. When my family was still around, we tried that. Vampires need the blood of others because we can no longer produce any ourselves. There’s no blood to take from me, or any other vampire.” An explanation that makes sense. You’re proposal sounded foolish now. 

“I’m sorry. I haven’t been in my right mind.” Caitlyn strokes your back reassuringly. “I understand. Back when I killed for the first time, I was horrified by myself. The difference between you and me is that you don’t need to kill again. I shouldn’t have to either, yet the people of Crows-Wood insist on making me. I was ready to give up, and just let them kill me.” She sounds exhausted. She’s been alive for more than a century, and the whole time she’s been hunted. You can’t even imagine the stress and fear. Before all of this, you thought she had nothing to be afraid of. Safe to say your views have changed.

“I don’t think dying would have been much better.” You say. Caitlyn scoffs. “I’ve been dead a long time. Death comes for us all. In the end, we’re all equal in the eyes of death. Something that life hasn’t granted me.” 

“But doesn’t it scare you?”

“I stopped fearing it a long time ago. It doesn’t matter how scared you are, because every death is equally tragic. Even for those some consider evil.” You sit there in silence with her, letting the words she spoke swim around in your head. “I’m lucky I got to meet you though.” She kisses your cheek. “I’m happy I met you too.” You return with a kiss to her lips. It’s almost like you can’t stop kissing each other. The kiss grows and continues, until Caitlyn’s on top of you. Her hands are in your hair and you can feel her tongue in your mouth. You don’t stop kissing her until it’s physically impossible for you to continue. Caitlyn watches you gasp for breath with that same hazy expression like when she feeds. 

“I should leave.” She huffs. “Why? I was thinking that since I couldn’t become a vampire like you, that we could at least…” she stops you with a finger to your lips. “Please don’t say what I think you’re trying to. You must remember that I’m still a creature who runs on her instincts at the end of the day. I don’t know if I could do that with you without getting you hurt. Sex is what made me this way in the first place.” You reach out to cup her face in your hands. “But that was when it was purely for your pleasure alone, right?”

“Yes, but I don’t want to take the chance. No matter how much I’d like to.” She tears her gaze away from you and sits up at the edge of your bed. You feel a wave of disappointment wash over you.

“Caitlyn I’m sure it’ll be fine. Please?” You follow her and wrap your arms around her from behind. “Darling, please don’t entice me. I’d love to, really, but I just don’t want to hurt you. Please just get some sleep okay? It’s getting late for a human to be awake.” She pries your hands off of her and stands up. “Sweet dreams, my love. I’ll be here if you need me.” And just like that, she leaves. 

Caitlyn wanted you badly, but she couldn’t let herself falter. Make the same mistake she did a century ago, and use you for her own benefit. Caitlyn’s back slid down the door as she sat down on the floor, pressing her fingers to her temple in thought. She already was using you. Using you like cattle that she could feed off of. Caitlyn wants to love you, but her past won’t leave her alone. She can’t tell if she loves you, or if she’s reverted to her past ways. She stands up and rests her forehead against your door. How she longed to go back, but she knew what would happen if she did. Hesitantly, she leaves to go read and distract herself. 

You fall back on your bed with a sigh of frustration. You couldn’t force her. You went to sleep that night with a new way to think of death, and a burning desire for the one who inspired that way of thought. Sleep didn’t come easy that night. After tossing and turning, and many fantasies of your vampire lover, you finally got some rest.

In the days that pass, Caitlyn certainly notices your increasingly clingy state. She tries not to think about it, or what it implies at all, but it’s almost impossible. She wants to make sure that she loves you for who you are, and not just the lust she feels. 

The next few days are peaceful. There are no raging mobs or groups of men marching up the mountain to have Caitlyn’s head, and you can finally sleep at night without thinking about murder. That is until you hear the sound of a glass bottle shattering in the night, waking you and Whisper up instantly. 

The cat hisses and slips out of your bedroom, and you follow. You follow the sound of glass being swept, and end up at the old wine cellar underneath the castle. Caitlyn is cleaning up glass shards as blood seeps into the stone flooring. When she notices you, she looks embarrassed. “Did I wake you? My apologies.” Once all the glass is cleaned she stares at the blood in defeat. “How am I meant to clean this?… a mop I suppose.” She gets a mop and begins to sop the liquid up. “Are you feeling alright?” Caitlyn shakes her head no. “It’s a full moon tonight. So far I’ve been this way without you noticing, but cravings get worse on nights like these. My hands were shaking so badly I dropped a bottle.” 

“What kind of blood is that?” She stops moving. “It’s…cow’s.” Something tells you it’s not cow’s blood. Maybe a humans? You hope not.

“Alright.” You decide not to pry. “It’s only two or three more days until you can drink from me. If you want, we could just do it earlier if the craving is that bad.” She whirls around. “Absolutely not. In this state, I’d loose control almost instantly. I could kill you.” Her hands start shaking again. “Uhm, I can finish cleaning, and you can get a drink.” You propose. She nods hastily and drops the mop, instantly moving to sort through her array of bottles. When she choose one, she doesn’t even bother to pour it in the glass. She just drinks straight from the bottle.

She sighs in relief when she finally puts the bottle down, and it’s almost completely empty. A little bit of blood is running down her chin and her chest is heaving. “Don’t look at me, please. Stay away before I lose my mind.” She genuinely seems ashamed of her behavior.  “Caitlyn, is there anything I can do to help?” You approach her slowly. She sets down the bottle and uses a handkerchief from the table to wipe the blood from her chin. “Help me? Oh, I don’t think there’s any way you can. Just don’t come near me until tomorrow night.” Her voice is unsteady, and her eyes can’t seem to focus on your face. 

“I think I’ll go lay down.” Caitlyn excuses herself and leaves the cellar. You finish cleaning, and decide to go search for her. You find Caitlyn in her bed on her stomach, with her arms hugging a pillow that her face is buried in. “Caitlyn?”

“Yes?” She looks up and over her shoulder at you. Her eyes look tired and she’s paler than usual. “You look sick. Are you really okay? There’s nothing I can do?” She merely pats the free space on the bed next to her. That’s all you needed to see. As you make your way towards her, something about Caitlyn feels off. You sit down on the bed next to her, and she doesn’t react at all. You’re caught off guard when she suddenly cages you against her chest with her arms. Her strength is uncanny, but steady. You trust she won’t hurt you by applying too much force. 

“I told you to stay away.”

“I was worried. You’re acting strange.” 

“Strange? I’m already a vampire. I don’t know how I could get stranger.” You try to pull away from her, but her hold on you is iron clad. “Why are you holding me so tightly?” You’re a little annoyed by her. Caitlyn tries to relax her grip, but it doesn’t make much of a difference. “Like I said. I run on instinct. I’m not human. Right now, my body wants to suck you dry because of that wretched moon. That’s why I can’t let go. It’s torture.” You try and relax your muscles to make this less uncomfortable for you. “And nothing I can do could make it less unbearable?” 

“Maybe if you left, and I didn’t see you, but I don’t think that’s an option anymore.” 

She slowly leans into your face, pressing her forehead to yours and sighing. “You smell so good…” her voice is still shaking, and her hands follow suit. “Uhm, thank you.” 

“I’d never hurt you on purpose, you know that right?” Her arms finally loosen, and move to begin undoing your dress. “Uhm-yes I know.”

“So would you be okay if I bit you early? I know I said I wouldn’t but damn it all. I promise I won’t take a lot. I’ll be gentle.” She says between kissing down your collar bone, and forcing you to lay down. The kisses make you irrational. All you want is for her to give you more.

“Yes, that’s fine. Just a small bite.” You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy her sucking you blood. The practice felt like you were closer to her than ever before. The pain felt good, and the pleasure even better. It was sacred, and intimate. Caitlyn pulls down your dress to expose your breasts to the cool castle air. Her fingers trace over the buds of your nipples, making them harden quickly. “You’re not biting my neck?” Caitlyn chuckles. “Mm, I’ve gotten quite tired of that. I want to bite you somewhere else. Somewhere more personal.” She lifts you with her arm around your lower back. Your back is arched, and your chest is completely vulnerable to her. You can feel Caitlyn’s tongue glide around your right breast until it settles on your nipple. When she bites down on the surrounding flesh, you whine in pain, but the hurt quickly disintegrates as her venom is pumped straight into your veins.

Caitlyns eyes never look away from you, and the longer she’s latched onto you, the brighter her eyes glow. When she finally lets go, your breast is left cold and wet with her saliva. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help it..” She’s more herself after receiving human blood. She adjusts your dress so you’re covered again. “You’re irresistible. Not to mention how fast your heart was beating. You can feel it too can’t you? How fast it’s going?” Sure enough, you think your heart may burst from your chest. You feel euphoric. “I think you like this. The blood sucking I mean. Just look at your face right now.” She chuckles and checks your pulse as usual. “This isn’t good. This isn’t the first time I’ve broken our rules.” She sounds like she’s talking to herself more than to you. “From now on, I’ll never break the rules again. I’ll never feed off of you off schedule ever.”

And she tries. She really does try, but sometimes the tension between you two is unbearable. Sometimes, Caitlyn will shut herself in her room just to avoid giving in again. You’re doing okay physically though, as long as she doesn’t do it more than four times in a row. When you get dressed in the morning, or undressed at night, you’re body is littered in bruises and bite marks. She’s gotten into the habit of biting you in unconventional places. Your arms, thighs (a favorite), and more. Not all of them are from blood sucking, some are just hickies. Caitlyn’s tried to just mark you normally as a way of “simulating” what it’d be like to actually bite you. You never thought you’d be in a relationship with someone who craves you so carnally. You’ll spot her looking at you like she wants to eat you alive from time to time. Her ice blue eyes burn through you, making you feel bare and exposed before her. The lingering touches, the soft, quiet times, and even the violent, intense moments all combine to create an addicting kind of love. 

It’s one of Whispers favorite things to do to interrupt a heavy kiss with a meow, before pouncing on either you or Caitlyn’s lap to whine for attention. Caitlyn would huff in frustration, but give in to the black cat and stroke her velvety-soft fur for a while.

You’ve gotten into the habit of waking up insanely early just to lie with Caitlyn as she goes to sleep for the day. You’ll lie there while she holds you close, like a child does their favorite toy. When she’s asleep, sometimes you’ll stay and just enjoy the early morning hours by her side. When whisper gets tired of waiting for breakfast, she’ll meow until you gently remove yourself from Caitlyn’s arms, and get started with your day.

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[itoshiabi]

Blue Lock Boys and Their Sex Lives

Sae Itoshi

He's so the no-strings-attached type. But don't get it twisted—Sae's not out there clubbing or bar-hopping. Nah, he cares too much about his health and sleep schedule. But if he meets a model during some high-end commercial shoot, and she casually proposes a one-night stand? Yeah, he'll go for it. No drama, no emotions. Just sex, and then he's out. Doesn't stay the night. Doesn't exchange numbers. He'll forget her name before he even buttons his shirt.

Rin Itoshi

Rin? Disgusted by hookups. Don't even try flirting. He doesn't give a damn about sex or attraction. Too focused on football. Too serious. Too emotionally guarded. So unless he falls for someone hard—and I mean, painfully in love with a girl who loves him back and wants to stay with him forever—he's not sleeping with anyone. He has insane trust issues, too. Sex, for Rin, won't be just physical. It'll be the kind of thing he only does when he's completely, irreversibly attached.

Barou Shoei

Another one who's not getting naked in front of someone he doesn't trust with his life. Like? You think Barou's gonna just casually sleep with someone? Absolutely not. First of all, he's a clean freak. Secondly, he probably scrubs his hands three times before touching anyone, so unless he's genuinely comfortable with you—and I mean comfortable—it's not happening. But when he does fall for someone? Yeah, he'll be intense, controlled, and possessive in bed. Everything he does will have purpose.

Yoichi Isagi

He's a "I only sleep with my girlfriend" type. Not even shy about it. He needs love, connection, mutual understanding. He's also the guy who will definitely jerk off at the beginning of the relationship because he doesn't wanna pressure his girl. He'll wait. He'll be patient. He'll make sure she's ready, and that she knows she's safe with him. When it finally happens, it's gonna be all about her—slow, soft, and maybe even a little shaky from how much he cares.

Reo Mikage

Exactly like Isagi, just... fancier. He's not into random hookups even though he could have them easily. He wants his partner to feel adored, respected, and worshipped. Sex is only happening in a relationship, and yeah—he'll jerk off in private because he wants to build that trust first. Once you're comfortable? He's the type to plan romantic nights, luxury candles, silk sheets, probably has a playlist ready. Rich boy lover energy.

Rensuke Kunigami

Same values, but way more serious. He's not into casual sex at all. Doesn't even think about it. He's all about commitment. Once he's with you, he's with you. He won't rush. Won't even try anything until you initiate first. Like the type of guy who'd say, "Only if you're ready,' and actually mean it.

Meguru Bachira

Unpredictable but playful. He'll 100% walk in front of his girlfriend naked without an erection and not think twice. That's just who he is. He's goofy, casual, and curious. If someone ever makes him interested enough, he might try a hookup—but it's rare. He's not horny 24/7 like some might assume. He's more about emotional fun. But with someone he loves? Expect a lot of teasing, surprises, and wild pillow talk mid-sex.

Ryusei Shidou

Now this one is the chaos. Dude probably jerks off three times a day and jokes about it in public. He's open, crude, and obsessed with physical touch. Hookups? Oh, he's had a few. But only if someone intrigues him. He's not desperate but if you're wild enough to match his energy, he's game. With a girlfriend though? Yeah. Obsessive, aggressive, needy. You'll never walk properly again.

Otoya Eita

"I don't remember her name." That's it. That's his entire sex life. Hookup culture poster boy. Flirty, smooth, charming, and emotionally detached. You can't pin him down. He probably says "I love you" as a joke during sex and ghosts by morning. He'll sleep with someone and then genuinely forget who she was within 24 hours. Zero guilt. Zero shame. He's not mean—just so not built for commitment.

Seishiro Nagi

Sex = effort. Nagi = allergic to effort. He's not initiating anything unless his girlfriend literally climbs into his lap and starts undressing him. He'll groan, complain that it's too much work, but let's be honest—once she gets going, he'll enjoy every second of it. He's lazy but responsive. Doesn't chase, doesn't flirt, doesn't care. But if you ride him into oblivion while he's half-asleep? He won't stop you.

Michael Kaiser

Flirt game? Strong. Commitment level? Nonexistent. He'll hook up if he's bored, if someone's hot enough, if it feels like a good time. And he knows how to make people fall for him—he just doesn't care if they do. If things get dull? He'll move on, no apology needed. Kaiser needs to be constantly stimulated, and when someone doesn't excite him anymore, he'll tell you he found someone better. With a smirk.

Karasu Tabito

Almost identical to Kaiser but with more sarcasm. He'll flirt like it's a sport, casually sleep with someone, and then ghost them with elegance. He's funny, charismatic, and emotionally unavailable. The only way to keep him around? Don't fall for him. He'll lose interest the second he feels tied down. Hookups are fun for him, but feelings? Nah. Too messy.

[calmcoldevening]

Hi!

How would Bubba Sawyer and Thomas Hewitt react to their s/o bringing a man into the house (they think they were being cheated on) but their s/o kills the man takes his heart away puts it in a heart-shaped box and when they appear the s/o says "Hello my love, this is a proof of my love for you dear,Happy Valentine's Day "So they give the box to them and a box with chocolate

I really think they'd eat the heart 😅🙃

Bubba Sawyer

When you brought a man home, Bubba was upset. No, of course, there were other men, victims. But they never came home with a smile and an arm around your waist.

His brothers were often joking over his weight and belly. Maybe you finally noticed how fat he was and clumsy? Maybe you're tired of messing with him? The thought of that, Bubba whined. He closed in his basement, sat down on a chair and started beating himself on his head, trying to cope with overstimulation. He was hurt and sad, he wanted your arms and comfort. You always knew how to calm him down. But will you be in principle now to look at him? Perhaps the man was much better. Bubba would not resist your happiness, so he decided to just sit here, wait until his emotions were lost.

He had worked many things to distract from bad thoughts. He started making a new mask, he hopes it will be beautiful and cute to you. He likes your praise, so he's trying very hard. But because of the bad thoughts he had been harder to work with the skin today. It took a little bit out, but he decided to decorate the mask with a beautiful makeup. He remembers how you painted him once! He liked it so much. So Bubba wouldn't mind if you stay in this House so you can paint this mask too. But first, the mask needs to be dried, yes. He'll do it.

Then he shared the remaining meat and folded it into the freezer. He even cleaned and smeared his chainsaw! You always liked it when it was clean. And he even cleaned up a little in the basement to please you! Maybe if he's a good boy, you won't leave? Maybe he's not as handsome and slender as that man, but Bubba knows how to clean up, cook, pour flowers! Flowers... Maybe he should make you a gift? Exactly. Probably, Bubba just haven't given you gifts and didn't pay you any attention. Of course, anyone will go looking for another guy!

Bubba left the house and returned later in the evening. His brothers had gone to another state, so he was relieved that he didn't have any work to do. Bubba gathered the most beautiful flowers he could find! Yellow, pink, and blue. He hoped you would like them. Bubba returned to the basement, found his colored paper, and carefully wrapped the flowers in pink paper, trying to create a beautiful bouquet. He even wrapped it with a beautiful ribbon and sprinkled it with gold glitter.

It was quiet upstairs. Bubba hoped he hadn't disturbed you. He sat down on the couch in the living room and waited. His thick fingers nervously fiddled with the bracelet of teeth on his arm.

"Bubba." You said affectionately as you came downstairs. Oh, how Bubba loved it when you called him by his first name. He immediately got up from the couch and tried to make himself look presentable to please you.

When you entered the living room, he thrust the bouquet into your hands and began to mumble, gesturing wildly. You could see tears in his eyes.

You placed the bouquet on the table (Bubba hopes it's not because you didn't like it... He can make a new one...) and pulled the box out from behind your back. Bubba immediately straightened up, staring at the red cardboard in confusion.

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby."

He took the box with trembling hands, and inside was a large red heart surrounded by cherry chocolate candies. Bubba's lower lip began to quiver. He rushed towards you and buried his face in your neck, murmuring and whining softly. You embraced him in return, stroking his back.

"I love you so much, handsome."

Bubba was taken aback. Handsome? Do you still love him? And he... and he was already thinking like a fool...

Bubba squeezed you tighter in his arms, cooing softly.

In the end, you had a conversation that night, where you proved to Bubba that you didn't need anyone but him. He ate the candy. He glued the heart to a frame, decorated it with glitter, stickers, and hearts, and hung it in his basement. Now, he admires your gift every day.

Thomas Hewitt

Tommy was angry. Very angry. You brought another man home and you didn't even hide it? Apparently, Hoyt was aware as well, because he was the one who brought you here in the car. Why..? Tommy was upset and locked himself in his basement. He started a chainsaw and spent a long time cutting the bodies into pieces. The basement became a true torture chamber. Thomas was covered in blood, guts, and other substances from head to toe. His heart was racing. Dumbass. Animal. Freak. All those words were true, how could he not have realized? You must have been tired of lying to his face. He was so big, clumsy, like a giant bear. Why did he even try to play family? It hurt him. He always thought he could marry you, maybe you could even have a baby if you wanted to... Fool, how could you want a child with someone like him? Of course not.

Tommy tore up all his new masks, leaving only the one he wore on his face. Why did he need them? No mask could hide his ugly face, and he'd already realized that. You probably didn't even like those masks. You were just pretending to avoid offending him. To prevent him from killing you. Killing you? Were you afraid of him? Of course... You're so small, sweet, and beautiful. And he's huge and clumsy. You must have been scared to be around him. What if he had broken you? What if he had hurt you without realizing it? The thought made him feel sick. No... He would never... Would he? Of course not, he would never hurt you. But that man... That man was big, but he was lean, he was strong, and he had a handsome face. Maybe you really enjoyed kissing him. It's more pleasant to kiss a beautiful face, more pleasant to wake up with it in the morning, to know that your baby will have this face... Thomas growled at his own thoughts and dug his fingers into his dark hair. He wanted to pull out those stupid hair.

Thomas growled as he stood up from his chair. He didn't want to give you up, no. He would prove to you that he was better than some stupid man, maybe Thomas wasn't very handsome, but he could do a lot with his own hands, he was strong, kind, loyal... He would carry you in his arms, he would give you gifts, he would do everything to make you understand that he loved you.

But first, that man...

Thomas grabbed the chainsaw and left the basement, the stairs creaking under his heavy boots. When he reached the bedroom, your bedroom, he knocked softly (because you'd taught him that, and he was a good, obedient boy) and entered, starting the chainsaw. He'd slit that dirty belly, make the man eat his own guts...

The chainsaw fell to the floor, and Thomas's eyes widened in surprise. There was you, standing before him with that sunny smile and a box in your hands. Behind you, on your bed, lay a man. Or rather, what was left of him. The bed was covered in blood, the man's eyes were rolled back, and there was a huge bruise on his neck from someone's hands.

You happily handed him the box.

"Happy Valentine's Day, love." You purred and kissed him on the cheek.

Love? Some kind of holiday? A gift..?

He opened the box with trembling hands. Inside was a heart surrounded by candies. A human heart. The man's heart.

Thomas couldn't believe his eyes. You were trying to give him a gift? You still loved him..?

Thomas carefully placed the box on the bed and embraced you. Oh, how he hugged you. He held you tightly and spun you around, nuzzling your neck. God, how he loves you. How could he doubt you?

The result: he ate every last drop. The heart raw with chocolate. He was so happy with your gift. So happy! It was the best meat he's ever eaten, dear.

[barleyo]

Hell is Briefly Within.

Devil! Sukuna X Prostitute! F! Reader (smut)

A/N: classic country and sukuna? my two favorite things combined? oh hell yes! this is heavily inspired by "The Devil Went Down to Georgia." great song, wonderful storytelling, and such good inspiration. please enjoy!!

Tags: prostitution, religious themes, misogyny, coercion, dub-con, oral (f receiving), handjobs, blowjobs

Wordcount: 3.3k

There was never a more unfortunate girl than you. You had been left to your own devices for longer than you cared to remember. You tried to rationalize how you got to be in your way, turning tricks and selling yourself, but it was hard. It was hard to feel any good about yourself when you saw how others looked at you—how men looked at you.

You knew you were beautiful. It was only skin-deep, but it was there. Even as a young girl, you knew it helped you, but you hadn't the slightest that it would be your only lifeline now. In the beginnings of your youth, blood and beauty brought the boys, and the boys brought juvenile affections, but now men brought money and sought blood. It hardly felt like an even trade.

Everything about your life felt wrong. You floated by like a lifeless doll, being passed around and toyed with by those stronger than you. Those who treated you poorly—evilly—and discarded you.

Really, evil was something you knew quite intimately. 

Evil was the man who stuffed your face deep into his crotch, snatching the breath from your lungs and replacing it with the tart, stale smell of his sex, then handed you crumpled bills that could pay a quarter of your rent. 

Evil was your landlord who tried to slip his cock into you more often than he slipped into your bathroom to fix the leak that you had been complaining about for weeks.

Evil was the cruel lack of heating in your apartment, and the nearly spoiled milk in your fridge, and the Pleaser Heels in your closet, and the cheap makeup in your pocketbook, and the condoms in your bedside table. 

Evil was everything that surrounded you, every facet of your life, but ultimately, evil was best defined by your broken faith. However much you used to believe in Christ—that He would save you—you started to believe in the Devil more—that he had been following you. 

You never feared him, because you knew the Devil wasn't a big, red man with horns and a sharpened tail. The Devil wasn't adorned with goat hooves nor split tongue. Hell wasn't a landscape of fire and ash, overcome with grief and magma. You knew the Devil because you saw him in every man who touched you. You knew Hell because you were living in it.

You used to pray for salvation, or for someone to somehow save you. You quickly abandoned that hope after the first time you allowed a man to hit you for money. You started to feel that you couldn't get better, and that you didn't deserve to, either. 

Even in this Hell, though, there were cold, quiet times of grey and silence. Times where you'd sit on the coverless, fraying mattress you'd spent far too many nights on, smoking whatever cigarettes you ruffled up from your purse. Sometimes, you would let the ash fall onto your thighs, the embers being the softest things that touched your body. The smoke clouded the air around you and made it stale. It choked you up, enough to make you want to cough, kick, and cry. You couldn't very well do that.

You couldn't cry anymore. Not because you were strong and above doing so, but because you cried your eyes dry years ago. Crying was a luxury saved only for girls coddled enough to still feel rocked by the world around them. Tears were reserved for girls with warm beds and fathers. You had neither, so your eyes stayed ever dry and irritated. 

You weren't trying to find salvation anymore. You were just trying to find more—to find reason. Sadly for you, the out you were searching for came in the form of an eerily familiar, wicked "man."

More and more souls seemed to find their way into Sukuna's grasp. Hell had never been a more popular tourist destination. He was right to distrust humanity's morals and respectability, seeing as the fall in it could visibly be seen in his own domain. He had always had power, that was undeniable, but now? With so many foolish, selfish, evil people getting their comeuppance? He had more influence than he knew what to rightly do with.

He was painfully aware of his infamy. How could he not be? The Devil was, after all, the first fiend. His terrible power was stuff of legend, of fear and horror. Leaders warned their followers from getting caught up in his lifestyle—preached that going the path of evil would earn them permanent torment. Alters and superstition stood to appease him and avoid his wrath. This all added up to his famously large ego. 

Yet, he still wanted more.

More power, more fame, more influence over the human race, more ability to terrify the unfortunate peoples of earth. More souls. More delicious, hateful souls.

The souls of evil men were commonplace to him. He enjoyed the taste of them, the bitter dryness and poignant tang they left in their place. He had tasted criminals, liars and cheats, greedy and grubby aristocrats, though those were far too few and far between for him to actually enjoy. Who knew one could actually buy one's way into heaven? Clearly the billionaires who narrowly evaded his trap did. 

What enticed him most was the complex, rich feeling of a contradictory soul. One that was not wholly evil or malicious, but one that was lost. Disfigured. Now, those—those were rare as hen's teeth to him. Heaven seemed to be awfully forgiving of the misguided. 

The grief stricken mother who smothered her own child, not out of hatred, but out of delusion and exhaustion. The nurse who confused mercy with murder as she put her patients out of their misery. The thief who, tastefully, stole from the higher and gave to the lower.

He yearned for the taste. He had gotten a hint of it once—Jephtah's ancient sacrifice of his daughter. A rash decision between Heaven and Hell was made, ultimately landing in Sukuna's favor. The syrup of misery and edge of regret aligning the man's spirit. danced behind Sukuna's lips. He missed the flavor dearly.

Likely, it was the only thing he had ever wanted for. That and general suffering of those around him, of course. 

The human world was changing. Morality wasn't nearly as grey as it was intended to be. The good, though comparatively few, ascended. The bad, excruciatingly many, took their place in the underworld. Confused spirits were scarce. He needed to get his hands on one, and quick. His craving was strong. 

Perhaps you were right, then. Maybe the Devil was plotting on you. 

The night was threadbare. You stood on the corner for hours longer than you should have. If your rent wasn't coming up, you would have thrown the towel in earlier. You were counting on a few of your regulars to pick you up, but they fell short. Maybe they all found new girls. Or maybe they were spending time at home, kissing up to their wives and being present for their children. The thought made you sick to your stomach. You would never call yourself a victim of circumstance, and the only other option would be an aggressor. Were you ripping these men away from their responsibilities? Were you dirty and shameful? Yes, you knew the answer was yes, but more than morally, you wondered. Was your very existence a mark on the world? You eyed the other girls on the street as you made the walk back to your apartment. Was theirs?

When you entered your dwelling, you slipped your heels off, as if the scuffed linoleum was something worth protecting. Like it was nice. It was one of the small ways you tried to protect your connection to normality. Corporate women probably did the same thing. They probably came home, feet aching from pumps way shorter than yours, made dinner for themselves awhile watching whatever drivel played on television. 

You dreamed of that life, and before you thought you would get it, but it was just out of sight. You dreamed of rigid schedule and payroll, of weekends and paid time off. There were no breaks in your world, not even to catch your breath before the next intrusion was forced into your mouth—into your autonomy. 

You saw your living room. Not a place where you had a warm, leathery couch and a flatscreen, just a room where you did all of your living. Mattress, small television, white refrigerator. Your kitchenette sat in the corner and your bathroom was, luckily, tucked away in the closet sized room across from your bed. 

You hadn't lived here for very long. You tried to rationalize the disappointing furnishings with that fact, but you had always lived like this. Constantly looking like you had just moved in and were in the process of leaving. It was easier that way, to travel light. You never stayed in the same place for long. 

It wasn't safe.

Slipping onto your mattress, you tried to smooth yourself with the television. Nothing was on, but that hardly mattered. The noise was crucial for you. 

You faced the wall. You wouldn't fall asleep for a few painstaking hours, like every night. Your body was still awake and overly alert, like a primal instinct that you could never turn off. It had saved you many times before, so complaining was no option, but it made giving into comfort difficult. 

Your sense started to itch at your brain when the sound of subtle whooshing made itself known. The sudden chill of the room made your stomach twist. Clearly, you were being dramatic. A draft here or there was nothing to worry about, but the fact that it seemed so close was disturbing. It was unlike any rush of wind that rattled shutters or spun weather vanes. It was soft. Breathing. 

Eyes, red and lazy, bore into yours from merely a foot away as soon as you turned onto your other side.

"What kinda things do they have you do, hm? Blow 'em? Use that pretty mouth like this?" A sharp nail pressed against your lower back. "How about this cunt?"

You definitely would have had a better chance to win if you used your pussy. Your clients were absolutely whipped by it. But, once you saw what Sukuna had under his pants, you decided that your poor mouth would have to suffer instead. You'd rather have your jaw ache and split than get your sex destroyed. 

It was truly greedy that he had not only two cocks, but two thick, weapon-like cocks. They hurt your eyes just to look at, and your mouth was a different story. 

The terms of the bet were simple: whoever came first lost. If you won, you'd get to start over. He would change your life completely. Money, fame, safety, love. He promised you all of it. If you lost, he'd get your soul. 

He should have mentioned how skillfully his stomach's tongue could move before he got you to agree to the wager. Unluckily for you, the wet muscle was fucking brilliant. Thick, sloppy, and intrusive. Doubling the misfortune, his real mouth was free to tease you.

"You'll cum any moment now, human. There has never been a hole that I couldn't bend to my will." Sukuna left a sharp, stinging smack on your ass. "Especially when I've got a delicious prize waiting on me." 

"Fuck you." 

You spat a thick glob over the bigger of his cocks, milking it with you hand as fast as you could. Twist the wrist, stroke the shaft. You did everything you could. Your mouth enveloped the other length, greedily sucking it down your throat as far as you could go. 

"And that's all you have, isn't it?" he jeered. "You really are cute. Maybe you just need a little help."

His large hand grabbed your hair. If you were naive, you would assume he was just pulling it out of your face, but you weren't nearly that stupid. With a firm grip to work with, he forcefully guided your head up and down, fucking your throat without any care for the gagging that came from you. 

You could already feel the abuse taking a toll on the back of your throat and mouth. It was hard enough trying to keep your teeth from scraping him, but with speed and force like this, you toyed with just biting him to get back at him. You controlled yourself. 

"Oh, fuck," he feigned arousal, letting his voice grow embarrassingly fake and sultry, "aren't you a skilled girl? What, with all the practice you get using that mouth."

Your eyebrows pinched together, both in pain and irritation. His words agitated you almost as much as the constant hits against your esophagus. 

You tried to give your clit a break. For how much Sukuna seemed to hurt you, he matched it in the pleasure he gave dealt out. You had a will strong enough to resist giving into your high, but you kept coming too close. You lifted your hips a bit, slightly and shifty. Maybe if you could just get a second to recoup, a tiny break, then maybe—

The hand that was buried in your hair yanked your head back. Your neck angled back painfully, forcing you to look back up him. He was upside down and stern. You were dizzy and turned on. 

"Cheater."

The porcelain teeth in his mouth gritted against each other, clenching from behind his sexy snarl. 

You coughed up a vile mix of salvia, precum, and blood, unable to wipe it away as it dripped down your chin, neck, and finally flowing through the curvature of your chest. "I swear," you choked, struggling in his grip, "it's not like that, I was just—just adjusting."

"You don't even believe yourself."

He let go of your hair and roughly grabbed your hips. He flipped you around to face him, and you tried to turn back. Desperate for his cock, but not in the way that was genuine. You needed to be able to get him off, or else you would be shit out of luck.

"Give the Devil his dues," he spat, lifting his own hips up off of your mattress to press his stomach-tongue against your pulsing core. "I know a cheat when I see it. I'm one myself," he let an inkling of humor drip into his tone, "clearly."

You found yourself giving up. You weren't a fraction as strong as he was. There was no way you could fight him or his iron grip. Might as well enjoy your last moments.

You released the tenseness in your lower body and leaned into his touch. The firm prodding of the tongue gliding over your slit. The squelching of your cunt slipping over his abs. It was all too awful, too evil to be real. 

You felt everyone come to a head. Your short, unfortunate life flashed before your eyes. Unhappiness and existential dread. Desperate moves and last ditch efforts. Bright, shining light that shook you to your core as you rode out your high. 

"We had a deal," Sukuna muttered, voice clouded and fading, "but I think I've changed my mind. I don't want your soul."

You were practically floating in his arms.

"I want your body. I think I'll take you back with me," he said, "back to Hell, where you'll have all everything you want."

The tongue traced from your hole to your navel.

"And more."

[minjiminjii]

Listen, loving Scara isnt just loving him okay? Its a hobby, a lifestyle a motivation in life .Scara.. Oh scara..my heart flutters just thinking about him, I love scara so much every time I hear his voice my tummy gets swirly. He makes me feel so many things I dont even know so I make up words for it, I always feel like im drowining in eyes when i look at his art. The thoguht of him makes my fingers shakey and dont even get me started on his personality. Like yes, please step on my face and tell me you hate me, who needs a lovey dovey person when you have someone who has his burst animation stepping on people. You'd have to be crazy to kill a fatui skirmisher with one hand, not to mention they're almost 2/3 times his size. He's so beautiful and elegant when he beats up people, the way he moves is like the swooshing winds that brush against your face ever so gently. How can you be so breathtaking while stepping and killing people, please explain that. It isnt just his looks too, his lore, his personality, the way he thinks. His emotions are so deep, his skin smooth like porcelain, and his voice..his voice, every tone, every pause, groan, any noise. He could say the most diabolical thing in any language and I would still have to google "how to breathe". He deserves everything, he is the reason why I even play genshin, HE is my motivation, all day everyday I think about this boy. I stay up till 5 am just to admire his presence. He wont get out of my head, his movements are so gentle,so firm, yet ever so swift. His vision fits in him perfectly. I love him so much, he can do anything to me, id let him step on me, call me an idiot, pull my hair, tug my wrist ever so firmly, kiss me, slap my face, he could do what ever he wants to me. I always get so shy talking abt him in real life, he has such a big effect on me and it stabs me in the chest knowing he isnt real. He wont leave my head, he's there even in my dreams. It seems like everything I do I think about him. Oh how i wish I played genshin soonee just to hear his voice for myself in the event he was first seen. I cant help but feel captivated like I've been brainwashed to like him, but even if that were the case I dont care bc I love him so much. Oh kuni, I love you so much. You could show me an image of him for not even a split second and I would recognize it. He makes my life worth living, I just wanna tug on his hair(romantically), pull on his shirt, and do anything he would request. Whoever designed Scaramouche deserves my soul. I cant help but feel weak in the knees when I see him. I love him, Its been him for a long time. The tone of his sweet voice has me gasping for air in every language, hes pretty in every angle. Though I am writing this, one hand is typing and one hand is busy clenching my chest from how much its beating from thinking about him. I love him sooo.. SOOOOO... SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO muuuchhh..He prob has puppet joints, when hes with other people he doesnt need sleep so he pretends to so he doesnt freak them out, prob goes on night walks because its more quiet and less people, aroace, when recommend spicy food he tries to act tuff but his spice tolerance is really low, his best friend is a bird but wont admit it, remembers all the flowers in sumeru, has a hiding spot and a back up one if people find it, willingly helps his classmates in the akademiya but when he realises what hes doing he stops, prob knows whats going on everywhere, hates getting in water, has a pet cat, doesnt like festivals because they are too loud and overwhelming, bad at language arts, good at math, does cat doodles on his homework but erases them before he turns them in, doesnt get pranks, would be the person to listen to wave to earth, watches from afar, prob likes rain, likes hanging out in trees, animals love him and he loves them too but wont admit it, he likes his coffee black with the smallest drop of milk!

[aayakashii]

my thoughts abt the whole episode

Lyca being considerate of MC's curse........ LYCA LEARNING CERTAIN SOCIAL CUES IN ORDER TO KEEP MC CALM.... I LOVE MY BABY

mc is so nice 😔 giving the doll a proper name that fits the Kirisaki family :(((( the little quiver in Zenji's voice :(((( man I cant, Zenji makes me so sad LMAO I love him but he's such a tragic character... every time I look at him I remember how his max affinity line is saying he hopes to meet MC in their next life because he was too late in this one... god that DESTROYS me

SOMEONE JUST TELL LYCA THAT TOWA REFERS TO MC AS DANDELION PLEASE

ALAN GRUNTING OOOHHH GOD HAVE MERCY ON ME

HAKU JESUS CHRIST. that man is horny 24/7... asking for a picture.... WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH THAT PICTURE AFTERWARDS THEN ARE YOU GOING TO JERK OFF TO IT AND [GETS SHOT]

Oh my god subaru looks so pretty asking us to take his hand....... oh my god and he's being so? Protective? Am i going insane or what

I LOVE THE SIBLING BANTER BETWEEN TOWA AND LYCA 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 TWO BIG BABIES while Lyca is the nicest kid and Towa is the one that misbehaves the most

The Sky King......... is so gorgeous. I Need him

HARUUUUUUUUUUUU AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH LET ME HELP HIM ON HIS BOOTH PLEASEEEEEEEEE

LYCA WANTING TO PAY FOR OUR SODA ://////// HE'S SUCH A GOOD BOY (he's doing better than most irl men and he canonically barely had any human contact)

HARU IS RHIS A CO FESSION. BECAUSE YES I DO GIVE U MY HAND IN MARRIAGE

ZENJI IS BEING SO SAD FOR WHAT REASONNNNNNN IM SO WORRIED

Lyca loves Sho's food 🥹🥹🥹 im so happy he's interacting more with other ppl (even though he still skipped the line w Towa lmao)

Also why is Sho so hot when he's cooking and being nonchalant goddamn

Towa and Lyca are like. The dumb brothers that enable each other's bad behavior

Btw I talked to Mal abt this, but I was a bit worried Towa would treat Subaru weirdly but I'm glad they get along okay!!!!

SHO IS SO KIND MY GODDDDDDD HE'S SO SWEET TRYING TO GIVE THAT HUGE CANDY TO THE DOLL :(((((((( UGHHHHHHHHH

Also not Alan acting as if Sho is his vice captain while Leo is nowhere to be seen

Zenji is being so melancholic this episode 😔 I wish I could wish for him to be a living being again

STOPPPPPPPPPPPP NOT ALAN GETTING SO LOST HE ENDED UP IN THE SPIRIT WPRLD LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I KNEW LYCA WOULD LIKE ALAAAANNNNN FINALLYYYYYY PLEASE BE FRIENDS IM BEGGING

Also Subaru being happy Alan agreed that they're allies :'))) cute

I MISSED LUCA AND KAITO SMMMMMM MY CHAOS DUOOOOO

My god I wanna kill everyone that's prejudiced against Lyca. Like legit I want to explode them with my mind. I hate hate hate them so much UGHHHHHH THE WAY I WOULD SNAP AT THEM SO FAST LET ME IN THE GAME RN

If Zenji doesnt speak up and say whats wrong im gonna go insane

THESE FUCKING PRICKS ACCUSING LYCA ARE MAKING MY BLOOD PRESSURE RISE SO MUCJ I WANNA KILL THEM ALLL

SUBARU OH MY HOD LMFAOOOOOOOOOOO FINALLY HE SNAPPED FINALLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY AAAAAAAAAAA

Man I'm so sad. Why does Lyca have to always be blamed for EVERYTHING all the time :( I'm glad he has more people supporting him, even Towa, but goddamnit

What the fuck. This ending was so sad. I would stay behind with Zenji btw wth? I wouldn't just leave him all in his lonesome 😭 and yet another reminder that the 3rd years are leaving..... where is this story going bruh

Idk I'm sad. This was such a fun episode but it ended so bittersweet :/ im sad....... i dont want the 3rd years to leave and I want Zenji to be happy again ughhhhhhh I'm SADDDDD

[fairyofshampgyu]

he’s literally so beautiful and handsome

[yther]

let me just take a sec to be the horrible person you might have convinced yourself I am.

If you're reading this, and you can fly a plane, and you're really tall....

Consider increasing your life insurance policy because your brother deserves it. 👍

[skyburger]

WHAT THE HELL NOBODY EVER TOLD ME TWO OF MY FAVE VILLAGERS GOT A LINE STICKER TOGETHER. ive loved tabby for YEARS like since 2019 at LEAST. and these stickers are from 2018 how did i not know !!! i love tabby and boots so much 😭😭😭 TABBY AND BOOTS ANIMAL CROSSING I LOVE YOU SO MUCHHHHH OOMFS FOREVER AND EVER

[bmpmp3]

the really beautiful landscape/skyscape animation in makoto shinkai's works tends to be the big thing i see focused on and that is understandable and deserved like the weather and lighting effects are unREAL but i do think we should also appreciate how absolute insane the plotlines of his original movies get. at least two movies with in universe catastrophes with major ecological implications. the guns and explosions. theres that one movie i havent seen yet with the guy who turns into a chair (?)

[cdroloisms]

Hi ! I'd like to know too for the ask game : 6, 13 and 26 ?

6. Is there a c!Dream scene/moment/action you would change?

Hmmmm I can't think of any, no. Mostly I think I would like some more in terms of follow-through w/ certain scenes, such as c!Endersmile the whole agreement with c!Dream + c!Foolish, the whole Aimsey debacle, stuff with c!Sapnap, but a lot of that was kinda beyond cc control. In terms of the stuff that seemed to be building somewhere that we didn't get I'd say what I miss the most is probably c!Wilbur getting involved w/ the prison arc, because damn it seemed like everyone involved wanted that badly but it just never worked out scheduling wise. Also, scrapped lore, but scrapped lore Is Canon. To Me.

In terms of actual scenes I would change...idk, LN5 c!Quackity and c!Dream showdown comes to mind? But that wasn't like bad, it was just because of internet issues there was a lot less of it than I would've liked. I wanted to see more c!Dream in the c!Dream vs c!Quackity showdown (tm), but as it is c!Dream blowing up a shit ton of slime and having a panic attack works perfectly well for me (it honestly hurt c!Q more than c!Dream, considering their stories, but again sometimes technical issues can't be helped.)

13. Since we rarely saw c!Dream's own POV, who was your main pov character/s?

Wherever c!Dream Was (tm).

For a more serious answer, especially in the early days I watched a lot of Tubbo. Fundy too, funnily enough? Wilbur as well, Tommy POV was probably what I watched the least at that point (unless Dream was online lmao). Lots of Punz watching too tbh when he was active on DSMP (and now, I've been watching Punz for a long time). Later on, still lots of Tubbo, more Tommy, I just kinda hopped onto whoever's stream at the time errrr I will not lie i was kinda a no life DSMP watcher for like all of 2020. Later on I watched a lot of Sam, Foolish, and Bad when they were the main three logging on. But yeah, basically whoever I could lmao

26. If c!Dream had to spend the rest of his life around only one other DSMP character, which one would you choose for him?

🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰c!Sam🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

I mean I do have an AU that's literally this exact concept what do u expect from me who am I if not giving c!Sam eeeeeeverything he could ever want (tm)

If I'm not literally torturing c!Dream, probably c!Techno XD

[uchiha-gaeshi]

One of my old friends is now transmasc and I didn’t even know 😭

[guidingthulite]

i'm up to date with the super manga now

[marionettesgarden]

THE MANAGER DESERVES A RAISE! | saja boys x reader

SYNOPSIS. through some stroke of luck, you ended up being the manager of a demon boy band. from teaching them about phones and social media to managing their idol activities. did you sign up for more than you bargained for?

CONTENT. crackfic, fluff, lighthearted, gn!reader, one use of (y/n), ambiguous reader, mystery centric (for now), brief mention of needles and piercings, saja boys being saja boys

WORD COUNT. 922

AUTHOR'S NOTE. i've been so obsessed with this show and the songs lol i just HAD to write something (also bc i literally didn't see a single xreader fic on ao3 when i wrote this)! i also want to write more and kinda make this a compilation of minifics bc i also do have an overarching plot for this as well and theyre so fun to write!

“Abs, just sit still.”

The manchild blatantly ignores you, too focused on spinning the chair around and twisting and turning just to see how his stomach flexes in response.

Your eye twitches and you contemplate whether this plan really needed all five of them. Surely a four member boy group would do? 

A hand pats your shoulder and you glance over at Mystery furiously pointing at himself.

“You want to go first?” you ask unsurely.

“Mmh, mmh!” he responds.

Your face drops, unamused. “I know you can speak, Mystery.”

His lips pull up into a shit eating smirk as he raises a hand, twisting it so the back faced you, and. . .

. . . flips you off.

You short circuit, mouth agape before whirling around to the rest of the group who were busily tapping away at their phone (you don’t want to remember how many tears were shed and how many lives–phones–were lost just trying to teach them).

“Which one of you taught him that?!”

Tap, tap, tap.

Some chronically online, brainrot, AI generated meme blasted from Baby’s phone, giggles erupting from the couch he and Romance lounged on as they scrolled through whatever inane app they were on. Jinu wasn’t any better as he wrestled with his bird and Abs was. . . Abs.

Breathe in. Count to five. Breathe out.

You turned back to Mystery, gesturing to the set of chairs–spinnable, of course, Gwi-Ma was paying for it after all–as you pulled a cart over. 

As he sat down, content from showing you just how much of human culture he was learning about, you tugged his chair closer to yours as you plucked up a hollow needle with a gloved hand.

“I hope you know that I’m not letting that slide.” You smile cheerfully, the needle glinting threateningly in your grasp. He nervously gulps and you could feel his gaze fix on the instrument. You laugh, shaking your head. “Oh, no, I’m not going to do anything to you right now. But I hope this haunts you every day, even in your dreams, that I could be enacting some plan to get back at you. You won’t know when, you won’t know where, it might be in the bathhouse, or it might not. But know that I will be getting my revenge.”

Mystery’s lips grew still. Behind his bangs, his eyes furiously darted around, to his members, the needle, you, the chairs–wow, they were really nice chairs–then to your face. Oh, nevermind, you were still looking scary. He instead focuses on his bandmates, the people he’s suffered with, bled with, for one last glance at something that would calm his distressed heart before he died in the very near future. 

The sound of random and, quite frankly, unfunny videos blasting from the couch as Baby and Romance cackled, several clicks and flashes of light as Abs took photos of his abs, and Jinu cursing as his bird pecked him again for daring to touch his hat were the last things he witnessed before he closed his eyes. 

Mentally sending two giant middle fingers to each and every one of his members, he shed a silent tear as he began planning his funeral. Hydrangeas, he wanted hydrangeas at his funeral.

“. . . aaand there! All done. How d’ya like your new piercings?” You handed him a mirror and discarded your gloves, eyeing the other boys for your next target.

“It’s nice.” he answered, tilting and turning his head to observe the new jewelry dangling about.

“And?” you pressed.

“And what?”

You let out a sigh, shaking your head as you waved a dismissive hand despite the pang of disappointment welling in your chest. They were demons and soon-to-be idols on top of that, you really didn’t know what you were expecting. You just had to see this plan through, help Jinu manage the team, and, once they defeated Huntrix, you’d be free. Forming any relationship with them outside of ‘convenient helper’ was unnecessary, no matter how desperately you missed inane conversations, inside jokes, and late nights spent trying whatever oddly flavored ramen all of you found.

“Hey, I’m next, right?” 

You blinked, pushing those thoughts back as Romance plopped down on the chair in front of you. A little confused, you glanced over to the couch to see Mystery sitting by Baby now.

Did he. . . ?

No, Mystery was definitely not being nice. It was just a coincidence. He wasn’t being nice and just shooed Romance over so that he could lounge on the couch that they all had an odd obsession with. 

“Yup. Here’re the piercings I have. Since you all heal so fast, you can get pierced with the prettier ones.” you explained, tugging the cart closer as you handed him a mirror.

He flicked his hair, an annoying action he’s picked up from all the idol videos you’ve been showing them, and casually leaned back in the chair. “Obviously, the fans would eat up anything I wore. Just pick whichever you like, cutie.”

You swore you could hear Mystery laughing to himself as you held back a barely restrained scream of frustration. Yeah, definitely not just being nice.

Your phone buzzed beside you as you laid in bed, tucked in and just about to go to sleep.

Mystery

Your good sat You’re good at piercing They look nice That you Thank you

(y/n)

no problem!! ur welcome :)

Suddenly, simple conversations don’t seem all that impossible anymore. Smiling to yourself, you fall asleep with your phone clutched tight to your chest and pleasant dreams of a life you had given up.

divider by @huraxy

[athenaluthor]

Golden Boy

pairing: Bob Reynolds/Sentry x fem!reader.

summary: Riding your Golden Boy. Somewhere along the lines, Sentry takes over and has his way with his girl.

warnings: smut, smut and more smut. bob being a soft boy, sentry being self indulgent and taking you within an inch of your life because you asked for it. (i fear i was the one being self indulgent bcs idk sentry is so hot but so is void. but bob has my heart. let me know what yall think. hope yall enjoy this <33)

word count- 2.2k

masterlist

He wants to live inside you forever. Imprint himself on your very soul and on every fiber of your being. You feel good, you feel so incredibly and unbelievably right.

“Oh God, Bob.You’re so big..” you moan as you sink down on his cock. The dangerously adorable man underneath you has the thickest cock you’ve ever had. The stretch overwhelms you and you bury your face in his neck, arms around him, trying to go as deep as possible. Bob hands grip your hips tightly, stopping you from sinking down on his cock too quickly. Mentally, you curse yourself for taking so long to try this position with your golden boy.

Bob feels dizzy too, his head spinning as he watches you. He craves touch, he craves your touch. His entire life, nobody had ever touched him like you, so lovingly and gently, tracing his skin like you were memorising and worshiping him. Instead, he spent a good portion of his years filling this empty space with drugs, getting high out of his mind and doing awful things he wouldn’t even want to tell you.

Leaning up against the headboard, Bob watches you with lustful eyes, his plump lips part as he pants breathlessly. At this very moment, Bob felt like his heart might explode, death would be welcomed since he had truly lived a life worth living, an angel in his arms, wrapped around his cock. Sex before you was meaningless, he had been far too high to care about anything that was happening anyways.

“G-go slow. Don’t have to get it all in.” He whimpers out between moans, groaning at how wet you are, dripping down the length of the cock.

“I-I want to, baby.” you reply shakily before pushing yourself down fully onto his cock. The stretch makes your eyes water, but he feels so good— you could cum right then and there.

Bob’s hands lift from your hips, moving to clutch your head and pull you away from his neck. “G-god, baby. Y-you didn’t– you didn’t have to.” He stutters out, his forehead flush against yours.

You want to ride him, bounce on his cock until you can't remember your own name. Rolling your hips and clenching down on his cock, your legs tremble at how good it feels. Bob, bless his heart, lets out a choked moan.

“B-Baby, baby. You can’t– you can’t do that. I’ll cum too–oh god, too soon!” He moans.

It takes all your might to begin riding your golden boy. Hands on his shoulders you start lifting your hips, then sliding back down in his cock, over and over again. Your pace is slow yet hard and deep. You want to go faster but the blood in your veins feels so hot, you think you’ll explode if you’re not careful.

His head is thrown back, eyes shut, lips parted and face flushed as you ride him. His hands return back to your hips, clutching you like a lifeline. The Golden Boy under you, is unequivocally and irrevocably yours, and fuck— he looks gorgeous under you.

Letting go of his shoulders, you reach to clutch his face. “Bob? Baby, look at me, please.” you whine, wanting those pretty eyes on you.

He blearily opens his eyes, his pupils blown and he looks utterly debased and lustful. His unnecessarily superhuman senses flare, overwhelmed by everything around him. He can feel every touch on his skin, the soft fingertips on his cheeks trying to reel him in, and the drag of your walls around his cock each time you move up and down.

Bob never wants this to end. He wants to be inside you like this forever. His cock pumping deep inside the love of his life.

The sound of your heart pounding in your chest echoes in his ears as he zeros in on you, the way your blood rushes so loudly through your veins.

The pleasure is too much, it throws you off-kilter. Head spinning, your hands drop down to his stomach to steady yourself.Thoughtlessly, his hands move to cup your breasts when yours let go of his face, entranced by each movement they make when you bounce on his cock. The pads of his thumbs toying with your hardened nipples.

His touch spurs you on, the way his eyes lustfully looks at you has you choking on your own saliva. Invigorated by this, you speed up, bouncing on his cock harder and faster. Bob can only take what you give him, mouth parted, moaning and grunting, here and there. You know you shouldn’t overdo it, but God— his cock stretches you out so good and so deep, you know you’ll feel it tomorrow. You want him to wreck you, rearrange you and ruin you for anyone else.

The coil within you winds up, getting tighter and tighter with each bounce of your body. Body tense and hot, you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, higher and higher. Head light and blood rushing, you’re losing yourself to this pleasure, your legs and thighs begin to cramp but you force yourself to keep going.It's like your mind isn’t yours. You don’t want to stop, you can’t stop.

Bob knows you far too well. He can tell when you’re teetering to the edge of going too damn far. The way your eyes glass over, the way your moans spill out like you're about to cry, and the way you shake. His hands clutch your waist, his grip firm but careful, trying to bring you back to him. “S-Slow down, baby. You’re— fuck! You’re t-trembling.” He says shakily trying not to succumb to how good you feel on his cock.

He says your name so softly, so reverently, trying to rouse you back to him. His arms wrap around you, under your arms, pulling you flush to him. Bob’s hand finds purchase on the back of your head, as it falls into the crook of his neck.

Gibberish falls out of your mouth. Something along the lines of “I want to cum, Robert. Let me make you cum too, please.” if Bob’s superhearing is to be trusted.

“I-I know, baby.” he soothes you. “L-let me do this for you, baby. Don’t— you don’t have to p-push yourself f–for me.” he reasons with you, knowing you wouldn’t stop until both of you had been thoroughly spent.

Too far gone to think straight, you wrap your arms around his neck, letting him take over. Holding your hips tightly, Bob’s hips begin to thrust up into you, his pace is steady but deep.

The way you melt into him makes his heart pound out of his chest, how you trust him to take over, when even he didn’t trust himself. The way your soft moans spill out of your lips could make him cum inside your silky walls right now.

You want him to go faster, harder, make you cum so hard, you see stars. Desire has you so deep within its clutches, you can’t escape. So you beg. “Bob, please. Fuck me harder, please.”

“Shh, I– I don’t want to lose control, baby.” he whines back.

“I don’t care, Bob. Please, just fuck me hard.” You beg him, voice needy.

“I need you to fuck me. Just fuck me hard, Robert.” The words leave your mouth desperately without much thought.

Something shifts in the air and you feel it immediately. The sudden influx of unexplainable energy, it feels sharp and strong. Steady and firm, unlike Bob’s hesitance.

Beneath you, Bob shifts, hands gripping your hips even tighter. Then, he plants his feet down onto the bed, angling himself before thrusting back into you, hard. This new angle hits that spot inside you, the one that makes you scream and see stars

The force of his thrusts has you losing your breath, your arms tighten around his neck as you hold on for dear life. Ecstasy flows through your veins, as he begins to fuck you within an inch of your life while your moans spill wantonly from your lips.

This, you think, is new. Bob has never done this. He doesn’t usually fall into your begging, opting to hold back and not let himself lose. Alarm bells ring in your head, but somewhere between his grunts and the way his cock pounds into you, you forget it.

He’s so deep inside you, pounding your pussy like his life depended on it. The pleasure builds within you, the pressure between your legs borders between too much and just enough.

You don’t have a clue how long he has you like this but the coil finally snaps. Intense pleasure washes through you, sending your body into a state of ecstasy,and leaving you moaning and trembling. Your juices leak down Bob’s cock, coating both your thighs. He doesn’t slow down.

His thrusts don't falter. Bob’s pace is unyielding, grunting as your walls clamp down on him. Utterly spent, your body is limp and pliant atop his as you try to get your bearings, letting him have his way with you.

Before you know it, Bob flips the both of you.

The sudden movement shocks you. Suddenly, you are underneath him. Peering up at your Golden Boy, his eyes are shut and his curls fall haphazardly across his forehead, sticking to the sweaty skin.

Without much thought, your hand reaches up to brush away his curls. You think to ask why he stopped when he hasn’t cum yet.

Then, it clicks. The moment your fingers touch his skin, his eyes open. Otherworldly glow shines from his eyes.

Oh. This isn’t your Bob.

“Sentry?” You breathlessly ask.

The being above you doesn’t reply. Instead, he looks at you with the ferocity of a starved man. Fear rushes through you yet your excitement outweighs it. His cock is still buried inside your sensitive pussy, you don’t know whether to be afraid of him or do you want him to fuck you into the mattress.

Sentry speaks to you, “It’s unfair that he gets to keep you all by himself.”

Now, Sentry takes the reins. He pins you down onto the bed before thrusting into you. His presence is overwhelming, like he invades every inch of your senses.

Your previous climax had already made you sensitive. The sheer force of his unforgiving thrusts sends your body into overdrive. Overstimulation has you arching your back and curling your toes into the mattress.

In your fucked out state, you can’t even comprehend the words that spill out your mouth.

Sentry thinks you look so damn pretty like this. A lover fit for a god like him, moaning and writhing under him as he pounds into you. Only he should see you in this state.

He increases his pace, pounding into you harder. After all, you had asked him to fuck you hard. He can feel your thighs tremble and he can hear how hard your heart is beating.

The blood in your veins rush rapidly through your body as you fall deeper into your sex-induced high. Sentry too gets high on you. His focuses his efforts on bringing to the edge again, too feel you clamp down his cock and wantonly moan for him. Only him.

He knows he’s close to the edge when his balls tighten and the pressure low in his belly becomes too much. You feel yourself losing control, his cock is so big and he’s going too hard and too fast. When you tense and your body arches without your control, he knows your cumming again.

Only this time, he comes too.

He ruts into you wildly, grunting loudly while letting pleasure take over as he spills himself into you. He holds you close, letting your pinned arms go.

Somewhere in your haze, trembles and aftershocks you manage to wrap your arms around him as he spills himself inside you. It’s so much, even in your state, you know it’s too much.

The sheer volume of his thick cum feels so good inside you.

When he comes to, he can tell you’re still dazed. Your body is soft and pliant under him, while your eyes are glassy. His touch on your cheek grounds you a little. It’s like you see that it's him.

“Baby?” You call out breathlessly to him.

“Hmm?” He replies back but he thinks you don’t even notice.

You wince when he slides out of you. Thick fluids both his and yours leak out of you. He holds back the urge to push it back in. He knows that tomorrow that you’ll be sore but he hopes you don’t regret asking him to fuck you hard.

He lays beside you, pulling your weak body into his and letting your head rest on his chest. Sentry feels your body tremble under his touch, the aftershock of your orgasms.

He softly strokes up and down your arm, you are safe and sound here with him. He is the Sentry after all. A God in his own right.

When your breathing slows, he knows you’ll fall asleep soon. Your body is practically melting on him.

Right as sleep pulls you into its grasp, a soft sentence slips past your lips. Barely coherent and understandable but he doesn’t have superhearing for nothing. “Love you, my Golden Boy.”

Your Golden Boy. He likes the sound of that.

As Sentry closes his eyes, he hopes you wouldn’t mind him taking over your Bob next time. After all, it is unfair for Bob to have you all to himself.

Sentry lets sleep take him too, knowing that Bob will wake in the morning with only memories of this.

Sentry- 1, Bob- 0.

Yeah, he thinks. He’s a God, so why not keep a fucking tally.

[lvl1l1]

LaDS LI’s when your child tells you to “Shut up”

pairings: Caleb, Rafayel, Zayne, Sylus, Xavier x F!Reader(separate)

genre: crack

a/n: dead trend i know 😔 has probably been done but it’s time to push my lads children name agenda!

Caleb

Caleb was sitting on the floor of the living room, playing with your six year old daughter, Elysia.

While you were plotting with your 12 year old son in his room.

Eden wasn’t old enough to be on social media, you however, were and you loved nothing more than to stress your husband out.

When you told your son, that you two would get into a faux argument and he was supposed to tell you to “shut up” at the climax of it, he was hesitant.

“But I don’t want to say that to you, mom…”

he had nervously said.

You ruffled his hair, smiling at your sweet boy,

“Aw, sweetheart don’t worry about it. It’s not like you’re saying it maliciously. It’ll be fine this once, just so we can see what your dad is gonna do, okay?”

Still unsure, your 12 year old slowly nodded.

He truly was a carbon copy of Caleb, especially when he looked up so bashfully at you.

“Alright, Eden, ready?”

Your son hummed, leaning into your touch before storming out the door, ready to start the scene.

“I told you, I’ll do it later, mom!”

He slammed the door shut, with you still in the room, the commotion catching Caleb’s attention.

You pushed open the door and followed the tween,

“And I’m telling you to do it now. Drop the attitude and get on with it.”

The boy groaned loudly and dramatically turned around, you made a mental note to treat him to something sweet later for his level of commitment.

You felt Caleb’s eyes on the two of you and it took you a lot to not start laughing.

“I don’t care, I’ll clean up whenever I feel like it, it’s my room!”

“Doesn’t matter! It looks like a bomb exploded in there-“

Caleb finally spoke up, noticing the rising tension,

“Hey, you two, how about-“

before he could finish what he was gonna say, your son perfectly cut in,

“Just shut up mom! Stop telling me what to do!”

Your eyes widened slightly, even though you told him to say it, it was still weird to hear you usually kind and quiet boy raise his voice like that.

You also noticed how Caleb suddenly went silent again, you looked over at your husband and were taken aback by his serious expression.

He immediately got up and you could tell, he was back in Colonel mode.

Your daughter looked at her brother, snickering.

“What makes you think you could talk to your mother like that?”

His voice was cold, missing the usually warmth it had while talking to his children.

He walked over to you two, you and your son frozen in place.

“I don’t remember raising you to be a brat with an attitude. You’ll speak to your mother with respect. Apologise.”

You decided that was enough and stepped between them, placing a hand on Caleb’s chest.

“It’s okay, honey. I told him to say that.”

Caleb looked back and forth between Eden and you, the boy shooting his father a nervous grin before rushing to sit beside his sister, who immediately went to hit him with her doll.

“You just love stressing me out, don’t you pips?”

He sighed, pulling you closer.

You laughed, wrapping your arms around him.

“Seriously, I was about to teach him a lesson.”

You heard your son nervously chuckle from the living room and you winked at him.

“As if my sweet boy would ever speak to me like that willingly.”

Caleb just shook his head and walked you over to your children.

“Even if she put you up to this, Eden. You should’ve insisted that you wouldn’t do it. As punishment, you and your sister will stay over at your uncle Gideon’s tonight.”

Eden and Elysia blinked up at him, almost looking like twins,

“…how’s that a punishment?”

Caleb smirked, pulling you down to sit next to the two,

“Oh, the punishment isn’t for you. I’ll have a nice, long talk with your mother tonight.”

He ignored the incredulous look you shot him and laughed at the confusion on your children’s faces.

Rafayel

Your 14 year old son was just as eccentric and animated as his father, so once you suggested doing that trend you’d seen on tiktok, he jumped.

You two stood just outside of the kitchen Rafayel was sitting in, sketching away on his block.

Dorian whispered quietly,

“Just remember that I love you, mom. I don’t mean anything I’m about to say!”

While you thought that was sweet, you still wondered what kind of act he was about to put on, needing that kind of disclaimer.

He cleared his throat and winked at you,

“Mom, why can’t you just let me be for once?! Seriously, I can’t do anything around here!”

He pushed open the kitchen door, walking in and opening the fridge with more force than necessary.

Rafayel instantly looked up, frowning.

You took a second to collect yourself and walked in after your son.

“Dorian, you’re way too young to be out that late. I don’t wanna hear it.”

Dorian looked up exasperatedly, giving his father a look as if to say, isn’t she crazy?

“You can’t be serious! Dad, tell her she’s overreacting.”

He crossed his arms, looking at his father expectantly.

Rafayel opened his mouth, getting ready to step in, when you followed up again,

“I’m right here, Dorian. You don’t need to involved your father. If you have something to say, say it to me.”

Rafayel blinked at you, not entirely sure if he should say something now.

His inner conflict quickly came to an end when his son interrupted his train of thought,

“Oh my gosh, shut up, mom! I wasn’t talking to you.”

Before you could say anything else, Rafayel loudly closed his art block, shooting his son the nastiest glance.

“Alright, you do not speak to my wife like that.”

Dorian, much like his father, never knowing when to give up, turned back to his father in shock,

“but dad-“

As soon as he saw his father’s expression he closed his mouth.

“Keep this up and I’ll throw you into the sea. You can play with some sharks and fend for yourself.”

At that, Dorian’s eyes widened, he quickly hid behind you, not wanting to face his father’s wrath.

You just smiled up at your husband, feeling giddy at how he was so quick to defend you.

“Before you turn our son into shark food, I put him up to this.”

Rafayel’s face immediately fell, putting his head into his hands.

“What’s wrong with you.”

You faked offence and put your hand over your heart,

“Whaaat, I wanted to find out if my big, strong husband would defend me from my mean son.”

“First of all, ew, second, hey!”

Your son exclaimed, still hiding behind you.

Rafayel looked at you two, trying to look mad but he couldn’t hide the fondness in his eyes.

“I can’t believe I have to put up with you two.”

You rolled your eyes at that,

“Honestly, we should sign Dorian up for acting. That was some impressive improv!”

Hands on your hips, you turned around, looking at your son.

He beamed up at that, as Rafayel scoffed from where he was seated.

“Oh, please, he’s far more talented at real art.”

“Dad, what’s your beef with actors?”

“They know what they did.”

Your son looked at you in confusion and you just shrugged.

Zayne

You were dying to see what your usually stoic husband was going to do, if you got into a fight with your daughters.

You roped your 17 and 15 year old in by showing them the videos you had seen.

They were just as curious as you and while your younger daughter, Willow, was a bit more uncertain, considering she was much more like your husband, avoiding conflict as much as possible, Dawn, was able to convince her.

You went over what they should say with them and once they were ready, you waited for the perfect opening.

Once Zayne had finished up his work for the day, finally coming out of his office, you called him over for dinner.

You texted your daughters to get ready, as your husband came and sat down at the kitchen table.

You placed the plate full of food infront of him, he murmured a quiet thank you, before you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, mentally apologising for what was about to go down.

You called your daughters once,

“Dawn, Willow, dinner!”

No answer, just as you had told them.

You and Zayne shared a look and it took a lot in you to not start grinning.

You placed the girls plates on the table before trying again,

“Dawn! Willow! Don’t make me repeat myself!”

A beat of silence,

“Wait!”

“Gimme a minute!”

They yelled far louder than appropriate, just as you had instructed them.

Zayne’s brows furrowed and you crossed your arms over your chest in pretend anger.

“Girls, don’t make me come up th-“

and just as you had expected,

“Mom, shut up!

“Shut up!”

Came in unison.

Zayne dropped his arms by his sides, stunned.

You turned around, far too enthusiastic but Zayne was too caught up to notice.

You send him a look, as if to make sure he heard the same thing you just did.

He pushed his chair back and got up, and for the first time in a while you heard him raise his voice,

“You two come down here, right now.”

There was a trace of urgency in his voice but you could tell how mad he was.

His brows were furrowed and his arms crossed.

You could instantly hear the sound of footsteps rushing downstairs.

The girls came running into the kitchen, immediately halting in their movements as soon as they saw the look on their father’s face.

Dawn’s mouth made an ‘O’ shape but no sound came out and Willow looked at you, making a grimace.

You pressed your lips into a thin line, to not show how you were kind of enjoying your husband acting like this.

Before either of the girls could explain, he gave them a disappointed look.

You could feel the temperature in the room dropping, chills settling in.

“I can’t believe you two would ever even think of speaking to the woman who raised you like this.”

Stepping in to safe your girls from the lecture they were about to be served instead of dinner, you put your hands on Zayne’s shoulders, massaging him slightly,

“Zaynie, how mad would you be if I told you, I put them up to this?”

Zayne paused, slowly turning to face you.

You put on your best puppy eyes, trying to win him over. No such luck.

“You will be the death of me.”

He rubbed his temple and glanced back over at his daughters,

“I just hope you two know, that I felt levels of disappointment unreachable for others.”

Dawn let out a nervous chortle and Willow gave her a judging stare,

“Well, good thing we’d never actually speak to our lovely mommy like that!”

Zayne nodded, turning back to you.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook.”

He whispered dangerously to you, you blinked in surprise,

“Now, can I please have a normal family dinner with all of my girls? With no unnecessarily rude language?”

Your daughters giggled and smiled respectively, skipping to the table and sitting down.

Zayne wrapped an arm around your waist and lead you to the table.

You might be in danger.

Sylus

Sylus loved his twin sons, he couldn’t be prouder of them and he was also proud of the two of you for figuring out how to be good parents, even with your upbringings.

When the two boys were born, everyone expected Sylus to raise them strictly, preparing them for a life in the shadows, wanting them to follow in his footsteps, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.

He raised them with gentleness and kindness, warmth and love, giving them everything they could ever ask for.

You had to step up and be the strict parent more often than not but you simply couldn’t mind, when you saw how Sylus looked at his sons with all the love in the world.

They’ve grown up to be empathetic and loving teenagers, incredibly emotionally intelligent for a pair of 15 year olds.

So, when you approached one of them with your silly idea, he immediately felt unsure.

“Mom, I don’t want to disrespect you, like, ever!”

Zeno had said with such sincerity, you almost felt bad for dragging him into this.

Keyword, almost.

“Zeno, it’ll be funny! I won’t take it personally, I know you’d never actually mean it.”

You tried to reassure him but he just wouldn’t budge.

You were thinking of ways to bribe him, when you suddenly got an idea,

While both of the twins looked exactly like their father, Zeno was more like Sylus, in the sense that he had the same exact soft spots his father had for you, in other words; Zeno was way more of a mama’s boy than Jaden, so you tried pulling on his heartstrings,

“Come onnnn, baby. Please? For your mom? It’ll be so much fun!”

You could see Zeno’s resolve falter and once he let out a defeated sigh, you knew you got him.

“Great, sweetheart, thank you so much!”

You could tell the idea was stressing him out, not because he was scared of what Sylus would do, but because he would never wanna speak to his mom like that!!! Even if it’s just for a joke!!!!

You cooed at him for being as cute as he was, before dragging him downstairs and giving him another round of encouragement.

“Alright, don’t break character and just say everything we went over, got it?”

Zeno nodded slowly, getting ready.

Zeno walked into the living room with quick steps, avoiding eye contact with Sylus and Jaden, who were sitting on the couch together.

“Come back here! I wasn’t done talking to you, Zeno.”

You called after him, not walking into the room just yet.

“Drop it already, mom! I’m done having this conversation.”

Jaden quirked a brow at his brother, staring at him judgingly, and Sylus silently observed what was unfolding before him.

“Zeno, if you won’t go, don’t ask to go out with your friends either. You can’t just do whatever you want.”

The 15 year old was mentally preparing himself, he turned towards you, ignoring his brother’s and father’s gazes.

“What the fuck does that have to do with anything, mom?!”

He slightly raised his voice and you stopped in your tracks, looking at him in shock, patting yourself on the back in your mind for your awesome acting.

“Dude,”

Jaden started, Sylus still watching with hooded eyes,

“Zeno, I’m not joking around with you. You have to deal with the consequences of your choices.”

You stopped Jaden and expectantly looked at Zeno,

“Can you just shut up. Holy shit.”

He mentally winced and turned around to storm out of the room, before he could take even a step black and red tendrils surrounded him, spinning him back around and keeping him in place.

His brother was looking at him like he had grown a second head and he blinked up at his father, who had gotten up.

Sylus walked towards you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him.

“I have no idea who you’re talking to like this right now but I’m damn sure it can’t be my wife.”

Zeno was scrambling to come up with something to say, as his knees buckled and he fell, luckily he felt his father soften the fall with his evol.

Sylus tsk’d and looked at his son disapprovingly,

“I don’t remember raising you to have no manners, boy.”

before things could escalate further, you wrapped your arms around your husband.

“Let him off the hook, I coaxed him into playing along.”

Zeno felt his father’s evol immediately let off and he quickly got up, pressing his palms together,

“I’m sorry, mom! I shouldn’t have agreed regardless. Forgive me, father.”

You smiled at him and shook your head,

“You’re so cute! You have no idea how much convincing it took me to get him to agree.”

You finished, looking up at Sylus like this was no big deal.

A pillow hit Zeno hard and he looked at his brother, who was staring right back, unimpressed.

Sylus just smirked down at you,

“You’re being a bad influence, sweetie.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, as he placed his hand on your lower back, pushing you out of the room.

As you two left, Sylus turned around, looking at both of his sons,

“I hope this served as a valuable lesson to you both.”

With that, he walked out to follow you.

Jaden went to throw another pillow at his brother,

“You’re an idiot.”

Xavier

Unfortunately for you, all your children are relatively young, getting an 8 year old to tell his mom to shut up, might not be the best idea; but that wasn’t going to stop you!

You just had to see how Xavier, Mr. Expressionless himself, would react.

As you instructed Xavier to put your youngest daughter to bed, you scrambled to explain how this was gonna go down to your oldest child, Elio, one more time,

“And after I say that, you’ll tell me to shut up, okay? Only this once.”

Elio nodded, while his other sister, Cassiopeia, sitting next to him, shook her head,

“Mommy, that’s mean! I don’t want him to say that to you.”

You smiled at your sweet daughter and kissed her on the forehead,

“It’s okay, Cassie. This is an exception! We’re doing this to see how daddy’s gonna react.”

She hummed and glared at her brother, before hugging you tightly,

“Why don’t you go join Celeste? But don’t tell your father about this, okay baby?”

She nodded and jumped off her brother’s bed before skipping out of the room.

You checked in with Elio one last time, the boy looking serious, as he accepted this as a mission.

“I’ll do my best, captain mommy.”

You bit back a laugh, before nodding at him seriously.

He got off his bed and acted like he was sneaking into the kitchen, Xavier leaving his daughter’s room just in time to see him.

Before he could say anything, your voice came through,

“Elio, go brush your teeth and go to bed!”

At first the 8 year old didn’t answer, as you called out his name again, he loudly went,

“SHUT UP.”

You walked out of his room, immediately making eye contact with Xavier, who looked at you in utter surprise.

You saw his eye twitch slightly, his brows being barely drawn together and something, almost looking like a scowl, found its way to his lips.

He walked into the kitchen with heavy steps,

“Where did you learn to talk like that?”

You quickly followed behind, seeing your son stare at his father expressionless, not answering.

Xavier inhaled quietly, you were starting to feel bad for working him up like this, especially so close to bed time. The shock probably getting rid of his sleepiness.

“You don’t speak to the woman who birthed you like this.”

At that, Elio cocked his head to the side,

“huhh?”

And you quickly put an end to this before Xavier started explaining how babies are made out of spite.

“Great job, hunter Elio. Mission accomplished!”

At that, Elio’s eyes lit up and he nodded, happily,

“I’ll go brush teeth…”

With that, he ran off.

Xavier turned around and looked at you in betrayal,

“Why would you tell him to speak to you like that?”

He asked calmly, but the dark look in his eyes gave him away.

You embraced him, hugging his waist and leaning your head into his chest,

“Let’s just say curiosity got the best of me~”

The look Xavier gave you would’ve had anyone else shaking, you just giggled and intertwined your fingers with his,

“We should check up on all the kids!”

Xavier sighed quietly, following you,

“Don’t think I won’t get my revenge, once all the kids are asleep.”