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i-drop-level-one-loot · 2 years ago

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*NSFW* The mating habits of Yandere! Animal-Human Monsters

Yandere!Monster men who sometimes forget that their poor darling is a human and misinterprets their actions when it comes to mating. Short drabbles about yanderes trying to seduce their darlings, but the list gets progressively darker the further down you read.

*Warning* dub-con, non-con, yandere possessiveness, dead dove

Yandere!Crow Harpy who was a little disappointed when you refused to move out of your house. You didn't understand why the feathered man seemed so infatuated with you, but after a long while of him begging you to move in with him you agreed, only on the condition that he moved into your home. It wasn't a traditional harpy relationship, but he was ecstatic regardless, deciding that if he couldn't build a nest with you he could at least win your favor as a perfect mate by decorating it. It got on your nerves sometimes, coming home from work to find shiny bits of trash and feathers tucked into every nook and cranny of your home. Eventually the two of you created a list of acceptable "treasure" to bring home, and what you considered to be actual garbage. He spent weeks "decorating" your already furnished house, before one day pulling you into the living room where he had piled every blanket and pillow you owned into a makeshift nest on the floor. His smile was insecure, desperate for your approval as he wrapped you into his large wings, holding you tightly against his warm body before sinking down into the mass of fluffy objects. You could hear his heart hammering against his chest erratically as he gently began placing kisses against your collar.

"I wanted to help build a home with you, so it wasn't yours or mine, but ours. I pray that my attempts to prove I'll keep you and our future children comfortable impressed you..."

Yandere!Merman who couldn't help but feel awestruck by your beauty, often going on long rants about how much you inspire him. It was a chance encounter while you were studying abroad, and you grew emotionally attached to the beautiful man who sang you words of praise. Although he whined whenever you had to leave the beach, the bags under his eyes became deeper as the weeks went on, chronic exhaustion taking it's toll on the merman. Whenever you tried to convince him that his sleep was important, he would only give a dopey smile, responding cryptically about how his secret project was just as important as spending time with you, and that he would have time to sleep once it was all over. One day when you arrived on the beach he was already there, shaking with excitement and impatiently trying to drag you into the ocean before you could get on your snorkeling gear. Deep where the sun barely touched, a huge intricate mural was sculpted into the ocean floor. As your eyes widened in an attempt to take in just how massive the artwork was, following each perfectly symmetrical swirl, two strong arms snaked around your waist with a tired, yet content, sigh. He blew words into your ear that you were somehow able to understand despite the water, as he sunk with you into the middle of the circular masterpiece.

"You take my breath away every time we meet, and I wanted to do the same for you. Please say that, if you could, you would lie here in my arms forever.."

Yandere!Puppy-Hybrid who was always just a ball of energy, a hyperactive sweet heart who couldn't sit still when he was awake. Most of your days together, it was easy to forget that he could even have urges, with how innocent your relationship was, kisses and cuddles but nothing more. As a species who had mating cycles, although he would never tell you out loud, he was always waiting for you to go into heat. But it was taking so long! He did such a good job being a patient boy for you, you didn't even know why he was being so whiny lately, attributing his neediness to his attention seeking personality. But eventually, he took your phone to do some research. At first he was shocked, humans didn't have mating cycles?? How did you know when it was time to make a baby? Then he came across an amazing discovery. Ovulation. It took a couple of months, holding your belly to his face and breathing deeply for a couple of minutes each day, but he finally learned the subtle changes in your scent throughout your cycle. You had no idea what was going on, thinking he was just being extra goofy lately, until he refused to let go one day, tightening his grasp as his breathing turned into heavy pants, grinding your leg in between his.

"Ah.. you can't hide it from me.. I've been waiting for this for so long... Please don't say no..."

Yandere!Humanoid Spider who always did his best to never frighten you. Even when you first met, it was with him holding his hands up and pleading for you not to run away from him in a soothing voice. Despite the lower half of the creature you met in the forest being a giant spider, the top half was such a kind and handsome man that you quickly began to trust him, soon considering him to be a good friend. He was so thoughtful, always raising his hands as a show of surrender, whether he was approaching you from afar and didn't want to startle you or if you were jokingly fighting over something silly. Even amongst humans, he was the one you trusted the most. If you had known anything about spiders though, you would have been more on guard with his overt displays of feebleness, especially after he began telling you how beautiful you were. You didn't even fight back at first when he suddenly grabbed you from, until he bit into your neck. The kind man, no, the monster you thought you knew, wasted no time sliding your pants down as he still held your backside to his chest, chuckling into your shoulder.

"Ah, my stupid little human~ Were you just pretending to be that naive because you wanted me to take you? ❤️"

Yandere!Naga who couldn't feel love in the same way that humans did. As a researcher working towards her doctorate specializing in Naga people and their many sub species, you were overjoyed to meet a small tribe of Naga men who were willing to allow you to enter their home and record their daily lives. There were so many types of Nagas loosely related to snake species still alive today, and they each had their own cultures, languages, and biology. Based on the coloration you couldn't tell what type these men were, but despite not being fluent in their language they were very kind to you. They seemed to have been in a period of mourning before you arrived, and lavished all their attention on you, babbling on in one sided conversations you could only understand a few words of here and there. One phrase they all stated was flattering only for the first few times they repeated it, but quickly became unnerving as they became more comfortable caressing your face and running their fingers through your hair. And when they pulled you into the center of a giant nest, taking turns thrusting their long tongues down your throat and running their hands over your body, trapping you in a pile of cold men staring deep into your soul with hungry eyes, you learned the species they were closest to.

"We need you... We need you..."

Yandere!Humanoid Scorpion who rescued you after a tourist attraction went arry, promising to protect you until you could be rescued. A strong, bulky man who enjoyed holding you (almost too tightly) in his arms whenever his peers came near. Everything was honestly lovely until in the black of night you were awoken by a strange chorus of sounds echoing outside the burrow the hybrids allowed you to sleep in. A blue light illuminated the large home, and as it noticed you finally woke, approached, revealing himself to be the scorpion man who rescued you, glowing with bioluminescence. Before you could ask what was happening, fear struck you like a bolt of lightening seeing a large, inhuman cock emerging from just below his human half. He lunged forward, and you threw up your hands in self defence. Your hands intertwined with his, fighting against him with all of your strength, but the harder you fought, the more excited he grew. You pushed and pulled, but he didn't loosen his hold on you. Eventually it seemed he had enough playing, and threw you effortlessly onto the bed. Tears streamed down your face at your helplessness, but this only widened his smile as he peeled the shirt off your sweaty body.

"There is no need to fear, my mate. As you can see, no one can match my strength. You and our brood shall be safe under my protection.."

Yandere!Humanoid Waterbug disgusted you, from the twitch of his antenna to the flirtatiousness of his voice. The moment you met him on the water of your lake house, there was no escape. Every time you left or returned back home he was effortlessly skating across the waters surface towards you, begging you to come closer. Although you did your best to ignore him, his loud cries for attention eventually wore you down. Maybe if you entertained him just this once he would leave you alone? You approached him calmly, but as soon as you were within reach he grasped your hands tightly, pulling you partially into the water. He spoke sickly sweet words of affection, chilling you more painfully than the cold morning lake water. You tried to turn him down politely, gently pulling at his grip. He pulled you into the water further, swiftly pushing the two of you away from the shore in one kick of his legs, his unamused gaze no longer holding the playful, flirty gleam it had before. One set of hands held yours tightly, while another pair grabbed your head shoving it without warning under the water. You struggled against his grasp, rapidly losing oxygen as you panicked, black spots filling your vision. But before you lost consciousnesses, he brought you back up, still staring into your eyes with cold fury as your lungs felt like they caught fire. He confessed his love again, but when you began sobbing he thrust you face forward into the water again with a painful smack, holding you down beneath him until stopped struggling. In the air once more, snot flowed and mixed freely with your tears as he aggressively smashed his face into yours, fishing out your tongue and biting it harshly.

"There's only one correct answer to my question, (Reader).. Be mine, or die. If I can't have you, then no one can."

Yandere!Marsupial Hybrid you never saw coming. Lost in the Australian outback, you cursed yourself and your impossibly terrible luck. Hybrids and monsters freely roaming the world were terrifying enough, but being in the land where even the greenery was planted by Satan himself? Your phone had lost it's signal about two hours ago, and your jeep died shortly after that. Trudging along by foot, you continuously felt eyes following your every step, and the fear that a giant spider or monster snake was stalking you made you cry for hours as you walked under the merciless sun. On top of the heat and new blisters forming on your soles, you had to use a restroom as well. Quickly surveying the tall bushes to make sure you weren't about to go next to one of Satan's previously mentioned bushes, you pulled down your shorts in discomfort. The feeling of eyes on you hadn't left since your vehicle randomly gave out despite being double checked before you left the city, but your bladder couldn't care at that moment. A rustle nearby ended your attempt to go before it started, pulling up your shorts so fast it hurt. A hybrid with round ears and a lung brown tail with white spots charged into you, knocking you down. His face was red and slick with tears and sweat, his eyes wide and frantic as he latched his sharp teeth into your neck with excitement. Everything was so fast, with his alternating between feverish rambling and biting into whatever part of your flesh he could reach as he tore off your clothes with a desperation you couldn't comprehend. Tears blended with your own as he kissed, licked and bit every piece of you as he fought your legs open, ignoring your screams of pain.

"You accepted me didn't you?! You knew I chose you! Ah, it hurts! Why'd you put your clothes back o-ah! I need you, I need you now!"

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pearlescynt · 10 months ago

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{ Pairing } - Elf!Felix x Witch.afab!Reader

{ Genre } - Smut, Dark, Fantasy

{ Synopsis } - It is said, that if you ever find yourself inside of a fairy ring. The fae will punish you, by making you dance until you are passing out from exhaustion. But when you find yourself doing a different kind of 'dance' on the ground, in the middle of one, with the most beautiful creature you've ever seen you might add, you wonder; is this truly a punishment?

{ WC } - 7.7k

{ Warnings & Tags } - 18+ MDNI, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, dubcon, aphrodisiac effects, oral (f&m receiving), unprotected sex (piv; do as I say, not as I write & pee after sex!), rough/hard sex, overstimulation, big dick felix, dacryphilia, talk of breeding & mating, talking of mating rituals, please don't touch fly agaric mushrooms, srsly they're toxic and deadly, possible incorrect french usage.

{ Disclaimer } - This work is in no way associated or depicting the actual life of the members of SKZ. It is a fictional piece of work, and I do not own Stray Kids. All works of fiction are loosely inspired by SKZ, and in no way am I saying it is true to their character.

{ A/N } - For the love of all things skz. DO NOT EVER TOUCH FLY AGARIC/AMANITA MUSCARIA MUSHROOMS. THEY ARE TOXIC. DEADLY. This is also probably the darkest thing I've written on this account so far. But it doesn't feel inherently evil to me personally??? But it is enough to warrant a TW! This started off as a birthday oneshot for Felix. I'm starting to think I'm no good at oneshots. This could be left alone, but it could also be a series... I have so many world building thoughts, but idk if I wanna do that. What do you think?

Dusk was approaching as you made your way home from your walk.

You were blessed to own a cute little home, right on the edge of a beautiful and mysterious forest. Every day you were able to take nature walks, wandering through the treeline, exploring the vegetation. Collecting materials, making sure never to take too much of what the woodland had to offer. And caring for as much as you could, though you knew you were not essential to the survival of wilderness itself.

That didn't stop you from befriending the little critters who made their home there, or from essentially finding your own second home there.

You never brought anything with you to permanently invade nature. Instead you wrapped your daily essentials in a little bindle. It usually contained a hearty snack, a book or two, endless vials and jars, your cell, and a small emergency kit. Homemade salves, balms, and tonics included.

You always had some new shiny objects for your crow friends, making sure to exchange the gifts they left for you at your designated spot. And you always made sure to leave some nuts and seeds for the various rodents who liked to stuff their cheeks. Again, you didn't need to, but they really liked sweet black walnuts and salty peanuts in the shells. Who were you to deny them that treat!

Some days you brought select crystals with you, cleaning and recharging them in the streams of spring water. Other days you'd use that same water, sealing it in jars and leaving it nearby to make moon water overnight. Those were about the only two things you ever left in the forest, always making sure to come back the next day and retrieve them.

You always carry a little basket with you too. The forest was abundant in ingredients for many different things. Your favorite is mushrooms and fungi.

There were many times you'd find a log of an oak tree, fallen over and resting on the ground. A bunch of chicken of the woods growing on it. You'd collect them, taking them home to cook for dinner or other meals.

Other days you'd find lion's mane, and make sure to gather some for your favorite tincture to make and take. It did wonders for your anxiety.

You were a green witch through and through, and you were raised this way. You drew your energy and essence from nature, always taking little bits of it home.

Today was no different. Forgoing mushrooms, you instead had bundles of mugwort and a jar full of mulberries in your wicker basket. Wrapped in a little cloth were a bunch of spicebush berries.

You were nearing the last clearing within the woods, your house was about a ten minute walk away at this point.

The soft moss against your bare feet was grounding, and you were listening to the buzz and crackle of nightlife within the forest. Your white skirt ended at your knees, flaring out. The chiffon is blowing in the cool breeze. It was still tshirt weather, and that's exactly what you wore on top. A fitted one, pale and muted ivy green. You gave up on bras long ago, you were a solitary creature anyways. The friends who did visit never cared about your attire.

You were in your own world, playing a balancing game on a stump and humming to yourself, when flashes of red caught your eye.

In the clearing, scattered in a broken circle, was fly agaric.

Your heart fluttered at this rare find. You walk past this clearing daily, and never noticed any of the red mushrooms with white speckles there before.

Eagerly, you approach. In the back of your mind, warning bells are going off. Thinking back to childhood, of the stories your mom once told you of the fae folk. You'd encountered fairy rings before, but never of this type of mushroom, and never broken ones. Certainly never one so big. You never breached the little white rings in the past, not wanting to mess with entities so possibly mischievous.

But it would be fine right? This might not even be considered a fairy ring. It was sort of... circle-ish? But not really. There were so many gaps in between them, it wasn't a perfect circle like you'd seen in the past. And these mushrooms were so rare and so powerful, in so many ways. You could feel their energy radiating around you.

You glanced around, searching for any signs of immortal creatures lurking near. You saw and heard nothing, but that would be typical. They never willingly reveal themselves, in fact... You've never seen one. You've never seen any kind of fae folk. It's not that you didn't believe in them, you were sure some form of them existed. Afterall, you practice a form of magick. Your own form, and that exists.

You were convinced all mythical creatures either exist or had existed, the idea of them couldn't come from nothing. Not when they were in so many stories across all different cultures.

You paused for a few more moments, really trying to feel any negative energy. There was none, there was never any in your little forest.

So, tentatively, you took a few steps forward. Then you paused again, waiting for something to pop out.

Nothing.

You giggled to yourself happily, and then bent down to pluck the mushrooms from the marshy earth.

They all varied in size, some were large with bulbous caps. Some were shorter, and had flatter caps. Each mushroom, you made sure to pick with a cloth barrier between them and your fingers. These could be deadly if used the wrong way or taken in excess. You had no idea what would happen if you came into direct contact with it, on your bare skin.

You really should start carrying gloves with you.

You made your way around the broken circle, humming in between giggles, and unconsciously dancing. You were nearly prancing each bare step to the next.

If you had paid more attention to your mothers tales, you'd realize the consequences of stepping inside a fairy ring were already taking effect.

You were collecting more than you needed now, your basket was overflowing. But still, you didn't want to stop. You felt strangely overcome with merriment. You never felt more at home in these woods than this moment.

You mindlessly set your basket down, your humming growing in volume. You looked to the sky, as you allowed your body to sway back and forth. Arms stretched out towards the waning moon, coming to life in the dark sky surrounding you.

Your eyes closed, soaking in the moonlight. And you brought your arms back down, letting them float at your sides as you twirled, and twirled. Your skirt flutters up to reveal your thighs even more, hair whipping in your face. You revelled in the feeling of the squishy dirt beneath your feet. You felt grounded, but as if you were flying all at the same time.

You don't know when your solitude was breached, or if you were ever truly alone in the first place, but you finally noticed his presence when his hands intertwined with yours.

He was twirling with you, spinning you in circles.

He was nearly glowing, strawberry colored lips revealing the sweetest smile you'd ever seen. His long, straight white hair framed his face stunningly, tendrils of it outlining his strong jaw line. And his face... so, perfect. He had hundreds of freckles splashed across his cheeks, nose and eyes. Even some scattering up to his hairline, and down to his chin. You'd imagine you could create many constellations with them, like the stars that twinkle in the night sky. He adorned various jewelry, all silver. In his ears, and a cuff across the bridge of his nose. He even wore a gorgeous crown that laid across his forehead as a head piece. It was thin, and wiry, made up of gorgeous silver filigree that shone in the moonlight. You knew that the rings you felt in between your fingers would be silver too.

He wore all white. You couldn't be sure exactly what his outfit was, but his shirt was a flowing lace up top. Revealing delicate collar bones and toned chest. It was mostly a blur in the midst of his movements.

Your gasp was delayed, only coming out when he pulled you closer to him. Your hand remains in his, while his arm is wrapped around your waist. You were nearly flush with him, feeling the rest of his chiseled torso against your plush body. But he kept your face at some distance to maintain eye contact. The smile never slipped from his lips.

He has you captivated, and the two of you don't falter in your melodic movements once. His eyes bore into you, dark and sharp. Yet he exuded a certain softness, and you found yourself lost in the moment. It didn't seem real.

But it was.

You were seeing him. In all his glory, ever mysterious and breathtaking. The most handsome man you've ever laid eyes on.

You were hearing him. He was humming the same tune you were, an old lullaby your mom used to sing to you. His voice was deep, and even, harmonizing with your breathy high pitched voice beautifully.

You were feeling him. He was touching you, his hand interlocked with yours. His grip around your waist is gentle but possessive. He held you like he didn't want to break you, but knew if he was too loose, you'd go running.

Though you weren't so sure you would run.

Your mind was racing. There's no way you could stumble across a perfect stranger, who was immediately dancing with you, so close to the edge of the forest. So close to your house. Maybe this was some sort of hallucination. A side effect of being surrounded by so many toxic mushrooms.

The mushrooms.

That was it, it all clicked. Too late did the rest of your mother's words ring in your ears.

His aura, his energy, his perfect pixie-like features. You noticed the point of his ears now, the glittery sheen to his skin. His smile is full of white pointed teeth, dull now, but you could tell they were once sharper in the past. His slight cat-like eyes, giving them that sharp look even though everything else about him screamed delicate.

Your humming stopped, but his didn't. Your mother's voice is filling your head, and you were repeating the words she once told you so long ago.

'and if you're caught, the fae folk will punish you. You'll be dancing within the ring until you faint from exhaustion.' you whispered quietly.

His smile only grew, a glint lighting up his eyes.

He finally spoke, his chest vibrating against yours, "Wise words, from a magnificent young lady."

He had an accent, you couldn't quite place it. Something between old english and australian. It made you want to melt.

He started laughing, and you were sure that if he didn't have a grip on you, you would've slid to the ground.

You've both stopped twirling, but he's still moving you, moving with you. Swaying back and forth.

"Who are you?" You ask curiously.

"Who?" He chuckles, "Usually it's 'what are you', that people ask me. Though it's been almost a century since I have revealed myself to a mortal."

A century? Your mouth dries, and you feel something akin to fear course through your veins. But you aren't scared of him for some reason. Wary, suspicious, but not scared.

"You're different though, you seem to have at least a diminutive amount of knowledge of my realm."

You want to get angry at that comment. You'd like to consider yourself well informed and educated on all supernatural and magickal subjects. There'd always be more to learn though, and the human brain simply could not grasp it in its entirety. So he wasn't wrong.

You're still saying nothing, dazed from his presence. So he continues.

"You were right when you said fae folk." He assures.

"You're a fairy?" You whisper, wonder dazzling in your voice.

At that he laughs again, and you swear you hear small chimes behind it.

"An elf. I believe that is the universal name humans gave us. Not all fae are fairies, there are others too."

As he speaks, he lets go of your hand, bringing his fingers up to brush strands of hair from your face. His touch is warm, for some reason that shocks you.

"Elf." You repeat, not a question, but a statement.

He hums, in agreement and starts to twirl you around again. His hand resting on your cheek, thumb brushing featherlight touches against it.

You're trying very hard to wrap your head around the entire scenario. You shouldn't be surprised. You've dealt with other worldly things in the past. Spiritual realms are completely different from anything having to do with the fae world though.

Worry floods through you again once you realize what's happening.

"Am I being punished?" You lip quivers as you speak, "I-I was just trying to collec-"

He's bringing his head down, his forehead meeting yours. You feel the cold bite of the silver headpiece touching your skin. It's enough to shut you up.

"Shhh, darling. Don't view it as a punishment."

"I don't want to dance until I pass out." You slowly say, even though your body feels otherwise.

Underneath the initial shock and caution, you still felt that overwhelming happiness. It was borderline euphoric... and strangely arousing.

Everything happening inside your mind and body right now was so confusing. You were feeling lost, and found yourself clinging to the man--the elf, before you.

"You pretty creature, don't worry. Danser dans le ronds de sorcières... that's for children."

French? This being was a riddle.

"I don't understand." You force out.

He leans back a bit, so he can look into your eyes and your thighs clench, "We tell the kids, fae and human, that if a mortal is caught within our rings. They dance to exhaustion. The humans carried this myth with them into adulthood, while our kind later learned the truth of these special rings."

He's still dancing with you, moving your body elegantly to a now imaginary song. Leading you in something reminiscent of a waltz, but you can barely focus on that when his touches are electric against your skin.

"The truth?" You ask.

He's dipping you down now, bending with your body as he once again is peering into your eyes. At first you think it's part of the dance. Until your back meets the land that was underneath your feet. The mixture of smells was potent. The scent of damp moss, and semi-sweet foliage filling your nose.

He hums again, "It was never an entire lie, it always started off with dancing."

The timbre of his voice was pooling wetness in your panties. You felt beads of sweat forming on your brow, and you were bewildered at how your body was reacting right now. It didn't make sense.

His body is hovering over you now, his face coming close to yours. His nose is brushing along yours before he speaks again.

"What better way to set the mood than a passionate dance, and in this case, under the moonlight?"

You whimpered, feeling disoriented and needing his touch.

"I don't even know your name.", was the only thing you managed to mumble.

He chuckled, and you felt his breath puff against your lips, "It's unimportant darling, but since you're so... alluring. You can call me Felix... I'd love to hear it rolling off your tongue when I make you cum."

You were mewling at the thought of fucking this mystical being, when you felt his lips against yours.

He was almost lazy in the way he kissed you. Seemingly in no rush at all. And it's not that you were complaining, but you wanted more. So you wrapped your arms around his neck, forcing his body flush with yours.

He was smiling against your lips now, and you took the opportunity to swipe your tongue across his bottom lip, begging for access.

"So eager. Patience little dove. You'll get what you desire and more."

You knew it was absurd to lust after a man--an elf, gods how could you keep forgetting that, that you just met. But your body was burning and it felt like he was your only rescue.

His hands wandered your body, groping and massaging every inch.

He had your leg wrapped around him, his hand trailing down the back of your thigh and his lips attached to your neck. He was marking you with what you imagined to be the most beautiful bruises. You were panting at this point, and it felt ridiculous to be this turned on by so little. By a stranger. But it didn't make you want to stop.

His fingers reached the edge of your panties, and you gasped. You felt his smile again, he was enjoying every bit of this. You felt powerless to his strokes against you. Your hips were bucking up, chasing for friction.

His hand gripped your hip tightly, fingers squeezing into your flesh, pinning you further into the dirt.

You hissed before whining, begging "Please."

"I said be patient." His voice was stern as he spoke against your ear.

It still didn't stop you from squirming beneath him, your mind wasn't registering anything beyond wanting to feel him filling you up.

He brought his face back to yours, eyes gleaming and the most naughty expression written across it.

"Fine. As you wish, little dove. But don't forget, I was trying to ease you into this."

He tore your panties off of you, and his fingers were rubbing against you harshly, sending jolts of pleasure through you.

"A-aaah!" You were moaning loudly, his movements jarring.

"This is what you wanted darling, isn't it?" He's muttering against your lips now, slipping his fingers into you.

Your body feels more alive than ever, waves of pleasure washing over you. His fingers skillfully curl inside you, while his thumb works your sensitive bud. Swipe after swipe, eliciting more and more of your arousal onto his hand.

His kiss is searing, and feels like the only thing currently keeping you anchored to your body. You felt your orgasm building quickly, the band growing tighter and tighter in your stomach. It felt like you'd float away when it snapped.

You can't contain the lewd noises you're making. Between the moans he's swallowing from your lips, and the loud squelching from between your thighs, it was deafening. Or maybe it was just that your ears were ringing.

It felt like only seconds later when he brought you over the edge, his movements slowing but never stopping. You're whining, and your legs are trembling but you don't want him to stop. You're nearing over sensitivity and when you close your eyes, you see nothing but stars.

All you can think of are the freckled constellations on his cheek.

You feel drunk on this moment, and you don't want it to end. It's as if he knows exactly where your mind is when he speaks again.

"You're not done little dove, don't you worry your pretty little head."

When you open your eyes, and tilt your head up, his shirt and pants are discarded. Revealing a dizzying body. He was lithe yet chiseled. His body is almost dainty, but each muscle is carved in the most irresistible way. His abs were glorious, your eyes trail lower, following the v cut. You notice the faint spattering of a happy trail, and your eyes follow it.

And fuck.

You've never been one to view someones cock as pretty but... his was. The tip was so swollen and pink, and leaking generous amounts of precum. Faint blue veins prominent along the shaft, and he stood tall and proud. His girth made you wonder if you could handle the stretch. It had been a while since you'd last been intimate.

He brought his hand, covered in your slick, to his member. Spreading it all over in a mixture with his precum, making it glisten. Your mouth started to water, and your legs spread wider for him. You pulled your skirt completely up, presenting yourself to him.

His jaw was slack, mouth hung open as he watched you, fist pumping himself slowly.

"Such a good girl for me darling, aren't you?" He said with that charming smile.

There was something about the way he looked at you, while doing such a perverse act that had your juices dripping down you.

Then he was on top of you again, cock sliding into you. Your entire body tensed at the intrusion and you wailed, a mix of pain and pleasure. But it was so satisfying, you couldn't get enough. Your arms wrapped around his neck again, and he was thrusting into you at a brutal pace.

Your back was digging into the ground, and you started to feel bits of grass and dirt against your skin. You pulled against him, trying to adjust yourself so you could lose yourself in the dance you two were now performing.

He pulled out of you, and sat back on his knees, that's when you noticed his clothes underneath him. You had no idea he was wearing a cape earlier. It was sprawled out, creating a barrier between him and the ground.

He picked you up, and positioned you to straddle his lap, facing him. Then he slid back into you, your eyes rolled back, and you let out a filthy moan.

This position felt more intimate but still desperate, he was reaching deeper into you. The head of his cock pistoning against your g-spot. It felt so good you could cry.

You were crying, you realized.

"Shhh, little dove, you're taking it so well. It feels so good, doesn't it?"

"Yes!" You sob.

He's wiping the tears from your eyes with his fingers, and smiling at you like you're the most precious thing on this planet.

"That's right, pretty. So pretty when you cry." He groans out, and his pace grows faster, rougher.

His hand dips down between you, and he's toying with your clit now. In any other circumstance, you'd be embarrassed by the way your body uncontrollably trembles. Your muscles are spasming at his touch. You just couldn't bring yourself to care, he was making you feel too good.

"Darling," He purred, as he slowed his thrusts and pinched your clit between two fingers, rolling it, "I want you to look me in the eyes when you cum for me, can you do that?"

You were mewling as you nodded your head frantically, feeling your peak rush towards you.

At that he started fucking into you harshly, almost painfully, and you were coming undone with a loud cry on top of him. Your body tensed, nails digging into his shoulders, struggling not to throw your head back. His hand that was playing with you, gripped your jaw, smearing your own arousal on your face.

He was making sure you kept your word, maintaining your gaze on his while you clenched around him. Your eyes were fluttering as you tried to keep them open. He was biting his lip, eyebrows scrunched together as he fucked you through your orgasm. Watching your face contorted in pleasure.

"So tight." He grunted.

You were scratching at him now, nails dragging down his shoulders. And your mouth was hung open in a silent scream, your voice having given up on you.

It was becoming overwhelming.

You still didn't want it to stop.

"I know you can take it darling, take it." He growled, gripping both your hips now to steady you.

So you did, until you were limp in his arms, and he was releasing into you with a groan.

Your head was resting on his shoulder. Sweaty skin sticking to each other, and he was soothing you. Humming and stroking your hair gently. You were breathing heavily, trying to come down from this mind blowing experience. But you weren't descending, not mentally. You were still riding that high, stuck in a lust filled haze.

He started to roll his hips tantalizingly slow, and you hissed at it, feeling slight pain. Mostly you were shocked he was still hard.

His chest vibrated while he quietly laughed, "Did you forget the 'more' part, darling. I keep telling you, we're not done yet."

You whined at the sensation of his gentle movements.

"Shhh, there there." He's teasing you, "Are we a little sore?"

"Yes." You breathed.

"I can fix that."

You gasped when he slid out of you, hating the fact that you felt so empty.

He was positioning you to lay down on his clothes, taking care that no part of you touched the ground. You just let him handle you, molding your pliant body however he wanted it.

His hands were rubbing down your arms, and he was smiling down at you. When you met his eyes, you couldn't explain the exact emotions you were feeling. You'd let this man take your soul if he asked right now.

He was licking his lips as his hand trailed back to your core. You gasped again, then whined when he dragged his fingers through your swollen folds. His touch was almost massaging, yet sensual. He was touching everywhere, teasingly avoiding your sensitive bud.

The more he touched you, the more you writhed. And sensing another comment about how you can't be still or patient, you yanked him down to you so you could kiss him.

You were tired of just laying there, you wanted to start giving. To start touching.

You didn't know where all this stamina came from, but you were determined to use it. You jerked your hips up, leaning more into his touch.

It wasn't until you reached down to wrap your fingers around his length that he paused his movements.

He was still slick with your cum. And you used that to give him slow strokes.

He let out a hoarse moan against your lips, before pressing his fingers directly on your clit, rubbing in small circles. He was matching your tempo directly. You whined into the kiss, your hand picking up pace. Pumping him faster now, and he followed your lead.

Or so you thought, just as you felt your climax starting to build, his fingers were being pulled away.

He took your hand off him, and then crawled down your body, coming face to face with your core.

"So pretty, even here darling."

You were blushing at his words, but you couldn't take your eyes off of his, as he stared at you from between your thighs.

"Still sore? Let me make it feel better, little dove."

And you felt his tongue lave through your folds. It was gentle and it felt hot, and it drove you crazy. The flicks of his tongue against your clit were maddening, and you wanted more.

Your hips started slowly moving against his face, and this time he let you. He lets you roll your hips, and grind against his face. His tongue flattened against you, and you slid your hand into his blindingly white locks. You started grinding against him harshly, losing all sense and control of your body and just focusing on climaxing.

He let himself be used by you, and as your grip in his hair tightened, so did that feeling in your stomach. You felt another orgasm come over you, and he let you ride it out, quite literally.

You expected to start feeling spent by now, but you didn't. So before he could climb back up your body to kiss you, you were sitting up and pushing him onto his back.

He landed on it with a thud, puffing out air and looking at you incredulously.

You let the primal urges take over as you lowered yourself onto your stomach, and took his member in your hand. You licked up the underside of his cock, your eyes never leaving his. He groaned as you watched his eyes roll into the back of his head.

You placed a soft kiss on the tip, and licked the strings of precum off your lips.

"Fuck..." He whispered.

"Let me return the favor." You mumbled before you took his tip between your lips.

You let your tongue swirl over it a few times, savoring his taste. He brought his hand down to your face, and pushed your hair back for you.

You let your tongue run down the underside of his cock, and you sunk your mouth onto him. You had completely engulfed him, and were struggling not to gag. Still, you never intended to stop.

He was grunting as your head bobbed up and down on him, saliva collecting at the corners of your mouth and dripping down to pool at his pelvis.

"Making--ah fuck--such a mess for me, darling." He groaned.

He lets you keep at your own pace for a while longer before he starts thrusting into you. He kept your head in place, and you gagged and tears started running down your cheeks. Each stroke became more and more erratic, until ropes of his hot cum were shooting down your throat.

He pulled you off of him and you gulped down breaths of air. He was caressing your cheek, swiping a mix of tears, spit and cum from your lips before kissing you.

That's how you both continued throughout the night. Pleasuring each other, nearly non-stop, under the moonlight. Your mind was fractured, nothing else but him existed inside of it. He'd touched, fondled, massaged, and embraced you, until you could only respond with breathy whispers of his name.

"Felix..." You sighed, when he was bringing feeling back to your numb legs by massaging them.

"Felix..." You moaned, as he slowly took you as you both laid on your sides.

"Felix..." You screamed as you came undone on top of him, riding him roughly.

He took you in many different positions, and you indulge yourself in each one. When he wasn't fucking you, you were whining in complaint and going down on him. If he wasn't going down on you, he was edging you with his fingers. Your hands never left each other's bodies, always needing connection. You were sure he was just as familiar with your body as you were by this point.

The exhaustion finally hit when he had you on your back in a mating press. The last thing you remember, is staring up into the twilight sky. Dawn was approaching, the stars were disappearing before your eyes, as the golden glow of the sun started to peek through.

Your eyes were fluttering as you fought unconsciousness, determined to finish fucking this completely ethereal creature. Felix was barely putting in an effort to fuck you, but he still slid in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace, as if he wanted to keep your orgasm at bay. You both wanted to extend this moment in time, but your body wouldn't have that.

When you finally let go, cumming on his cock for what felt like the hundredth time. That's when your eyes shut and you gave into the exhaustion.

The familiar scent of nag champa incense filled your nostrils as you started to come to.

Your bedroom, permanently infused with your favorite scent to burn, that's where you were. The familiar feel of your sheets beneath you, and your heavy comforter confirmed that.

Your mind still felt a little cloudy as you started to recall how you got to your bed from the forest.

That's when you feel a body next to you and your eyes shot open.

"Felix?" You croaked, your voice dry and hoarse.

He was laying next to you on his side, in your bed, in your house.

He had the blankets pulled up to his waist, and was resting his head on his hand. Elbow propped up, so he could see you better. He was shirtless and he wore that same smile on his face, like he was so fond of you.

"Is that still the only thing you can say, little dove?" He whispered teasingly.

"How- I mean, why-?" You stutter as you attempt to sit up in bed, but your entire body aches.

You hiss at the burning sensation you felt between your legs. And your legs, gods, you don't think that they've ever felt so sore.

"Easy darling, you need to rest." He said as he helped you sit up.

He reached over to his side of the bed and handed you a glass of water, motioning for you to drink.

You eyed him curiously as you sipped your water, finishing it rather quickly when you realized how thirsty you were.

"I ran you a bath and kept it hot, when you're ready we should wash you up more."

"More?" You questioned him.

"I did clean you up last night, I'm not a monster. The bath will help ease your muscles." He chuckled.

"How did you even know where I live?"

"It's not hard to figure out, we weren't that far from it. Your house is the only one for miles."

You still felt guarded around him, even after the night you shared. If the stories your mother told you turned out to be partially true, you could only imagine what other lore could turn out to be true.

Now this mischievous creature knew where you lived, he was in your home.

"I know this is your sacred space little dove, I don't intend to intrude. However, I couldn't exactly leave you in the state you were in. How are you feeling? Is your head a little clearer?" He spoke softly as he brushed his fingers through your hair.

It is. Almost all of that dazed feeling was gone, you felt more lucid. In that clarity though, a rush of embarrassment hit you. You felt your skin heat up at the more clear memories of last night.

You were never the type for hookups or one night stands, yet the things you did with this perfect stranger... This perfect magickal stranger... they felt unspeakable. You'd never lost yourself so completely in someone else's presence, much less with your own... sessions.

You hide your face in your hands and rub at your temples, trying to make sense of this entire situation. Of your own feelings. You didn't exactly regret it or hate it. Something still felt off. Not only was the entire act abnormal in general, and downright questionable. But it was so out of character for you. Did he use... compulsions? Did he have that type of magick?

"Thinking too hard will just exhaust you more." He said.

"Look..." You sigh, as you turn to face him, "I'm a little lost here, I don't know what to make of this all."

Next thing you know, he's off the bed. He's picking you up in his arms, and you notice you're both still nude. Your face flushes again at that, and you struggle a bit in his arms.

"Be calm darling, I'm just taking you to the tub. We can talk about it all."

You let him place you in the tub, and then he's sliding in behind you. Slotting you between his legs. He's pulling you back towards him, so you lay against his chest. You both sit like that for a few moments, absorbing the heat from the bath and getting used to each other in a new type of intimate way.

You should be kicking him out of your house. You should be cussing him out. Defending yourself, but why didn't you feel the need to defend yourself against him? Why were you drawn to him?

When you think about the facts, some would say you were attacked last night. I mean there's a reason the Fae call it a punishment You didn't feel attacked though. You enjoyed yourself, as crazy as that is to say.

You always knew you were an adventurous soul, but you never thought to this extent.

How do you come to terms with actually feeling okay with this whole thing, when you knew you shouldn't be?

"You're a witch, right?" He suddenly asks you, breaking your train of thought.

"I am... though I'm beginning to question the validity of that title, seeing as I have an actual magical creature behind me." You mumble.

You knew the magick you practiced was real. You could feel it. It's not like you could create fire though, or move things, or transfigure things in front of you. You weren't even sure Felix could do any of that as an elf. You weren't sure of anything anymore.

You felt like you were entering an existential crisis. Panic was starting to settle within you when you felt his chest vibrate with laughter, it was an oddly soothing sensation that you know you've felt before.

"No, you are. I can sense it, it's in your blood. It took me a while to piece it together, but you are a witch through and through. Sometimes humans don't know of their tie to the magickal world, but I figured... from your altar, among other objects and ingredients I've noticed here, that you knew."

You hummed, your mother always told you that you were a part of a long line of witches. She raised you heavily within her practice. You never doubted her, but somehow this new revelation made it so much more real. You realize this was opening a whole new aspect in your own practice. A hidden world, seemingly waiting for your return.

"Is that why you came to me? Because you sensed a witch was near?" You questioned him, your hands playing with the water.

"No, you stepped inside my fairy ring. I have to say I was shocked. I placed it in, what I thought was, an inconspicuous area. I hadn't realized your home was nearby."

"Okay, I'm going to need you to explain." You sighed.

"Well... you already know what I told you yesterday. The stories you were told, were passed down by your ancestors and other mortals in general. You don't really just dance in fairy rings, that's a small fib we tell the children. As more human children found the rings, when we'd find them dancing. We'd send them off, warning them if they came in again that we would have them dancing until they faint. When our own children wandered into them curiously, we'd tell them the same thing until it became time for them to learn. It's just something stupid the ancestors came up with, I don't know... It does always start out with a courting dance though, but the main reason for them is, inside a fairy ring... you mate. They're essentially a part of an ancient mating ritual."

At that you nearly jumped up to smack him, but he was a step ahead of you. His arms tightened around your body, pinning your arms to your chest.

"MATING?!" You screamed at him, trying to turn your head and make eye contact, "I don't fucking wan-"

"Please, calm down little dove. It's not possible for me to actually breed you. That requires an entirely different ritual, one that hasn't been performed in centuries. I'm not even sure anyone would know how to perform it these days..." He trails off.

"So then why even lay these stupid Fae traps for humans anyways?!" You screech.

"They're not traps, and they're not meant for humans." He says defensively, and you can hear the pouting in his tone, "Think of it like this. You know how some penguins build big and pretty nests to attract a mate? It's kind of like that. It's a lot to explain in detail, and I had to create one. Now that I'm of age, it's expected of me to find a partner. Even if I don't find the need to."

"And why do they exist in this realm if they're not meant for us?"

"Well, a long time ago, back when there was only this realm, and there were more Fae than humans, they came across one. That fairy was so angry at the human for intruding on something so intimate of his, and he threatened the human with a punishment. Before any of the other Fae could stop him, he entered the ring. When they both were inside of it, they were overcome with the magic of the ring. The courting dance had started, and no one else was able to enter. The desire for each other grew. In his anger he must've forgotten what the ring's intention was, and was only focused on punishing the human. But he never got that far. They ended up... mating. They never separated from that night, spending their lives together. It was millenia ago. It created an uproar though. Our kinds had never joined before that way."

You sat and listened, calming down a bit as he told you this story.

"There were battles, not an outright war but there might as well have been. They grew to love each other, and they led the winnings of those battles to stay together. They opened the door for Fae and humans to be together, but it has always been frowned upon from both sides."

There was an entire history of this world that you had never known. One that you could never even imagine to be true. But it is. Before your mind let you delve into it though, you thought back to something he said.

"Overcome with magic? These rings hold compulsions over beings?" You questioned hastily, needing to confirm your suspicions.

"No. It's not like that..." He sighed, "Didn't you feel different last night?" He continues, "The mushrooms release something like a pheromone. An aphrodisiac, to enhance your sexual stamina. Among other mood boosting and energy boosting properties. It starts by uplifting your mood, making you feel the happiest you've ever been. Then you start dancing, your energy building up in preparation for what's to come. It's not until your partner enters that the aphrodisiacs start releasing. But it doesn't just take away your consent like that. Both parties have to be willing... it needs to be mutual. Though that's not to say that's not how every instance turns out. Evil exists in all realms."

You shivered at his words, trying to process everything. You could clearly remember the primal urges taking over, the need to constantly be filled. It explained that off feeling, why you were acting so out of character. But you couldn't deny that you had wanted it.

Craved it.

You never tried to stop it, never wanted to stop it... In fact you initiated it to an extent.

He started talking again, "That's why I couldn't just leave you there. Especially not in that forest, where other creatures lurk and might find you. I never felt anything dark there, but that doesn't mean it won't come along. I brought you home. I cleaned you up, I made you drink because you were getting dehydrated. I cared for you."

He was loosening his grip around you to rub your shoulders. It made you think back to the skilled massages he gave you last night, in between all of the sex. He made sure to take care of you the whole night it seemed.

"But none of this answers my question from earlier, why not place the rings in your own realm now? Why would any of the Fae place them here?" You asked.

"There are many different reasons..." He mumbled, "Some of them do it because they want to experience sex with a willing human. Some of them do use them as traps for humans, and those Fae are disgraceful, downright evil. Most of those types have been banished from the realm I come from. But some are like me. We try to hide them, from everyone. Because even though we're required to have them, we don't want to use them."

Then you thought back to his previous words, "Wait... 'find your partner' you said? Are we- do we have some sort of bond now?"

The silence was thick in the air. You waited for him to speak, but he didn't, so you turned around in the tub to face him. Your legs spread out on top of his, as you half straddled his lap.

His eyes stared into yours, expressionless. It was much colder than his usual warm aura, so you grabbed his hand to hold it, and asked again in a softer tone, "Do we?"

"We don't have to. It's not permanent. Most Fae who get humans within their rings leave them there once they've passed out anyways. Humans don't have the same stamina as we do, even with their boosted energy from the ring. The first woman passed out, that's where the ancestors got their silly tale from." He spoke tightly, like he was debating even revealing this bond at all.

"I see." You replied, even though you had many more questions and didn't have a full grasp on it all.

Not much made sense. In a span of hours you found out the true existence of a hidden realm, and these magickal creatures. You met one, you slept with him, then you actually slept with him, and now you bathe with him. You talk with him, as if all of this is a normal day.

It should all unsettle you more than it actually does. You should be freaking out, 100% meltdown level. This is the story of fairy tales, and maybe not a good one. This could be the big bad wolf and you could be little red riding hood. But somehow, you were comfortable in his presence. Comfortable enough to want to spend more time with him. To learn more, about him, his world, and this new bond.

So you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, giving his lips a small peck.

"Maybe we could... figure it out together? See what happens next, if you explain more to me, that is."

His eyes lit up with hope, and his charming smile returned to his face. The thought that you could wake up every day to that smile entered your head quicker than you could blink.

You'd figure something out. You had to. He couldn't leave your life now. Not when it seemed like it was just getting started thanks to him.

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Stepdad Douma X Reader - Edging

Day 7 of my Kinktober series whee

Disclaimer : Stepcest , exhibitionism and Implication of brainwashing. Also reader calls Douma “Daddy”

~~~~~ You remembered like it was yesterday.

Both you and your mother were grieving over the loss of your father, the pain unbearable. It felt like you couldn’t breathe, like your chest was ripped open for the crows to feast on. Both of you were looking for something, anything, to help and navigate this difficult time in your life when a friend of your mothers told you about a certain man.

“He can do anything.” She told your mother, a dazed look in her eyes, “and he can bring you peace.”

So the two of you went to this man. This miracle. The one who could heal your wounds and guide you through life. You had your hesitations, of course, suggesting to your mother that it would be best to stay away but she was so insistent, unable to deal with the loss of her lover, that you gave in to her pleas. She would have gone regardless, better you were with her.

And then you met Douma. The most beautiful man you’d ever seen and within a second, you understood.

His tall stature, toned body underneath his clothes, his silky whitish-blonde hair and those eyes. Oh, those eyes. Multicoloured, ever changing and bright like a pair of diamonds. Within those moments, both of you understood. You needed to dedicate your life to him. You’d try to see him every day, even get a job managing his shrine. You’d talk to him when you could, often catching him outside his room and he’d chat with you, making your day so much better.

Which was why it hurt so much more when he announced that he was marrying your mother.

She was ecstatic, of course, a dedicated member of his cult and the fact that he chose her was a blessing. A true blessing. Of course, for you, it was a curse. Your usual bright days got so dull, colors turned into black and whites as you pretended to be happy for them. You couldn’t understand why Lord Douma chose your mother- why not choose you instead? But you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. Atleast, until he forced it out of you.

“You haven’t been coming to see me, lately.” Douma said, making you gulp as he cornered you in the hallway, “I’m hurt. Do I not interest you anymore?” “L-Lord Douma-“ “Shouldn’t you call me father?” he asked, gripping your chin gently, “We’re going to be family, right?” Your expression dropped and he understood. “Ah, so that’s why.” He said, “Do you not want me as a stepfather?” “I-“ You gulped, deciding to come out and say, “I w-would have preferred it if you were my h-husband instead… but you love my mother so-” “Who said that?” “Huh?” “Who said I love her?” Douma asked, tilting his head in confusion, “This is a marriage of convenience, nothing more. Your family has a lot of money that I can use, little dove. That’s all it is.” “That’s-" you hesitated, trying to process the information. So…he was just using your mother…for money…you had to tell her- get her out of this engagement- “Question is,” Douma said, a hand running up your arm and his touch making your body shiver, “Are you going to tell her or not? If you do, I’d have to banish the both of you from here. But if you keep it a secret…” his hand found its way to your hip, pulling you close to him, his body pressed flush against yours, “I’ll fuck you right here and now.”

There was only one option you could choose.

~~~~~

Douma had everyone in his palm, no one daring to disobey him and willing to put their lives on the line for him which was how his wife was blind to his affair with his stepdaughter even after all this time.

The night of his wedding, Douma sneaked out of his marital bed, leaving his new wife behind to go be with his plaything. He adored you. He loved your looks, how devoted you were to him, how innocent yet naughty you were- everything. And he wasn’t going to hide it. People were dumb enough to fall for his schemes but not stupid enough to not realise when to keep their mouths closed.

Which was why, even when he touched you while a follower was talking to him, they didn’t say a word. Even if they knew it was wrong, they kept silent. Even as they watched a stepfather make love to his stepdaughter, they dared not let Douma’s wife know.

“Mmm-haa-“ you whined as Douma pet your pussy, his long, delicious fingers running up and down your slick slit, your audience long forgotten. You’d gotten used to this- being touched and fucked whenever he wanted, having you ready and eager for him. His fingers suddenly dipped inside you, making you cry out as he slowly started thrusting in and out, a second finger soon joining as well.

The man gulped, trying his best to keep his eyes on the floor, more out of fear than respect.

“So, you’re having problems with your marriage.” Douma said, his voice crystal clear despite all the…well…

“Y-Yes, Lord Douma.” The man replied, looking up at him only to look down again immediately, unable to help the blood rushing to his cheeks, “It’s becoming quite the issue.”

“Hmmm. So why is your wife mad at you?” Douma asked, curiously.

“I- I’m not sure.” Came the response, “Whenever I try to t-talk to her, she just snaps at me.”

“I see.” Douma said, only half paying attention, “What do you think the problem must be, cutie?”

You perked up, a confused look on your face as Douma’s fingers stopped inside you, making you whine in frustration. The man simply laughed at your adorable face, patting your cheek with his other hand. He had you on his lap, your kimono almost completely off, your pretty breasts bare for him to tease and your pussy dripping down his fingers.

“What?” you asked, not even paying attention to what was going on. You turned your head to look at the man in the room, giving him a glare as he was the reason your stepfather had stopped moving his fingers. The man seemed embarrassed, unable to look at you as he stared at the ground.

“Now, now.” Douma said, clicking his tongue as he pulled his fingers out just to slap your cunt, making you yelp, “Mind your manners.”

“I-I’m sorry daddy.” You whined, biting your thumb as he gave your pussy more pats, “What did he ask?”

“He’s having marriage problems.”

“Mmmm-“ you pondered, trying to come up with the quickest solution, “Maybe he’s not good in bed.”

Douma laughed while the man barked in offense, his ears turning red, his silence a form of confession. “You think so?” Douma asked, running his pretty fingers up and down your cunt, leaning forward a bit to place a sweet kiss to your tits, “Then maybe we need to give him a lesson, hmm?”

“Y-Yes Daddy, please!” you begged, cupping his face and looking him in his stunning eyes, hoping he could see the desperation in them, “Please fuck me!”

“Good girl, using your words.” Douma praised, making you shiver and your pussy gush, “But I don’t think I’m done playing with you yet~”

You gasped as he started moving his fingers in you again, the nasty sound of his long digits digging into your cunt and curling just right had you biting your lower lip. He gave your nipple a few kitten licks, enjoying your reaction before he turned back to the man in the room. “Come back at the end of the day.” He said, an arm around you as you leaned into him, bucking your hips against his fingers, “And I’ll teach you how you can please your wife.”

“A-As you wish my lord.”

“Let in the next person. Oh, and remember, not a word.”

“U-understood Lord Douma.”

With a bow, the man scurried out of the room, his erection poorly hidden under his Yukata. Douma didn’t care. He always thought he wouldn’t understand the human nature of possessiveness, but it was only after meeting you that he was starting to get it. He didn’t care if people watched and were turned on by you but he drew the line at anyone but him touching you. Luckily, you didn’t want anyone but Douma.

“M-My lord.” The next person sputtered, her face turning a bright shade of red as she closed the door behind her, her desire to pray to Douma more important than her embarrassment of seeing him with his step daughter, “I- I have a question-“

“Ah! Yes daddy!” you screamed, cutting her off as you tossed your head back, Douma milking your g-spot. But, deciding to tease you a bit, the man stopped once more, taking his fingers out. You whined in protest, eyes wide as you tried to press against him but he suddenly grabbed you by the hips and pushed you off of him, forcing your body to collide against the soft cushion of his loveseat.

“I have a supporter here, baby.” He said, smirking at your offended face, your kimono rucked over your ass and giving him a lovely view of your twitching cunt and pink asshole, “Don’t be naughty. Stay quiet and wait for me to finish.”

“But daddy!” You whined, lying on your back before spreading your legs, a hand coming up to thumb at your pussy lips before spreading them apart, showing off every nook and cranny of your cunt to him, “I was so close!”

“I don’t care.” Douma said, attention back on his subject whose whole face was red with shame over seeing you be so disgraceful, “And don’t you dare touch yourself. That’s an order.”

You whined, pouting and flailing your legs like a brat, annoyed as you both knew you’d never disobey an order. Your stepfather seemed to have some kindness towards you as he grabbed your ankle and pulled you close to him before placing your legs on his lap. His hand went between you legs and you giggled happily as he started petting your pussy like he was stroking a cat. You spread your legs once more, giving him more room as he stroked you gently. It wasn’t enough to really make you feel good but it was better than nothing.

It was quite the sight, seeing Douma mindlessly stroke your pussy as his attention was on his supporters, his dick straining in his pants. Occasionally he’d put some force in, swiping his fingers over your clit so fast and suddenly it made you squeal before he went back to gentle strokes taking away your pleasure. He was such a meany but you loved it. You couldn’t be happier to be his stepdaughter.

“Daddy-“ you panted as the woman left the room, leaving the door open for the next person to come in, “Can I cum? Please let me cum?”

“Are you close?” Douma asked, rubbing your clit in circles. “Mmhmm!” you whined with a nod, your cheeks red and your thighs trembling with want, “Please Daddy?”

“Get on Daddy’s cock, pretty.”

You gasped happily as you scrambled back onto his lap, fingers digging at his pants greedily before you pulled his cock out. You sighed as you grabbed a hold of his hot, thick heavy cock. Just like the rest of him, your stepdads cock was pure perfection. The first time he took you, you were scared that it wouldn’t fit but the more and more he fucked you, you learned to worship his beastly member.

“Ride me baby, that’s it. Ohh~ Good girl~”

You mewled happily as you started sinking down on his cock, your pussy splitting apart as you sank down inch by inch, his dick filling you up deliciously. You sank down to the bottom just as the third person walked in, another woman who gasped loudly before she slapped a hand over her mouth, minding her manners. She should be used to it at this point.

“Tell me, what ails you?” Douma asked his subject as she sat down, just as embarrassed as the rest of them, trying her best to not look at Douma’s balls pressed against your cunt. She started to speak and you were starting to move, but you gawked when Douma grabbed your hips and kept you in place, not allowing you to move an inch. The look in his eyes told you that you were to stay still, demanding that you cockwarm him as he spoke to the other woman.

It was pure hell being edged like this. He started touching you from the moment you woke up, the man sneaking into your room after laying with your mother and still, he hadn’t let you cum. Now, his perfect cock was balls deep inside you and still, he wasn’t going to let you cum. He was strict with you, making sure you stayed still even as he tickled your clit or slid a pinkie into your asshole.

And the woman left. Another man came in. After he left, another man came in. And after him, another woman.

Douma continued to talk to these people as he toyed with you, never allowing you to sink into that pleasure completely. He’d occasionally start fucking you, balls slapping against your skin as you rode him but just as you were about to cum, he’d stop.

He’s push you off his cock before making you take it in your mouth, the sound of you gagging acting as background noise as he listened to his followers’ problems. He’d touch you, finger your cunt, suckle your breasts, taste your pussy- but over and over again, he’d stop right before you came.

Until finally, finally- when that first man came back just as Lord Douma had told him too, he decided to give you mercy.

“See how pathetic she looks?” Douma asked as he fucked you, smirking at your slutty screams. You were on your hands and knees, your stepfather switching positions to take you doggy and it was wonderful. Both of you were facing the supporter and you could see his conflicted expression. Your tits swung back and forth each time Douma thrust into you, his hips slapping against yours deliciously as he pounded you.

“Edge your wife and – fuck yes- by the end of the day, she’ll be begging for you cock. Just like my little girl~” he raised a hand and smacked you across the ass, making you scream, “Spank her, finger her pussy, suck her tits and eat her out- tease her all day long and make her beg for it!”

“I- I understand my Lord.” The man said, eyes glued to you and your stepfather fucking like animals. He’d never do something as blasphemous as leave when he got to experience Lord Douma engage in this sexual activity, even if it did feel embarrassing.

“You gonna cum baby?” Douma asked you, sweat driping down his brow and your juices dripping down his balls as he pounded into you, your moans melodic. “Yes! Yes- yes- yes- please daddy!” “Want Daddy’s cum?” “Inside me- breed me- make me a mommy!” “Pathetic.” He panted with a grin, giving you another spank as he felt your pussy tighten around him, milking his dick with your perfect and hot walls, practically begging him for his seed.

And he’d give it to you but only after he got you to squirt around his cock.

#subby writes #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba smut #douma smut #douma x reader #kny douma #kinktober #cw.stepcest

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shysuccubusstuff · 7 months ago

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Boyfriend! Caleb:

Content: SFW headcanons; jealousy

Note: Thanks for this one fanart of Caleb falling for MC's tactics just cause he loves her too much. Have you all noticed that I'm now turning to more SFW content? I feel as if I'm turning from a crow into a dove--. Btw, thanks for all those who like, comment and reblog my content, it makes me feel very happy!! Hope everyone is having a great week.

Caleb, who suddenly returns after his apparent death, face just as handsome as the one you saw every night in your dreams. He returns to you just as suddenly as you both met, and as you go rushing to hug him, you notice something strange in his demeanor. His face is smiling, yet it is apparent that there is something else in his gaze... some kind of hunger, something primal that he had been trying to lock away.

Caleb, who starts to act cold towards you, trying to run away from every little physical contact you tried to do, his mind still conflicted as he was now aware of what had truly brought the two of you together. It wasn't Josephine's love for the two, but something much more obscure... something that he was trying to keep hidden from you as long as he could try, at least.

Caleb, who starts to warm up to you. He starts to allow your touches, even if these are just minimal, but what starts with light brushes between each other's fingertips, soon turns into the both of you holding hands, with you creating excuses such as: "being afraid of getting separated in the middle of the Glint Photoboot" or "needing some comfort as you have grown scared of the darkness". Despite Caleb's head moves in disagreement, he does as you ask him, taking your hand and enveloping your whole hand with his as he lets a whisper escape his lips: "You never change...".

Caleb, who starts to go back to his old ways. Caleb's hands are always there for you, reaching out in case you trip while walking. Other times, his hands are held out for you while the two of you share a little treat together, his hands playing with yours as he listens to you speak about how today's work was much more difficult than usual, or how you really wanted to check that new place that had recently opened in the city center.

Caleb, who almost falls to his knees the moment he hears your confession. The two of you were drinking some tea at your place while watching some corny old soap opera, when you suddenly spoke those words: "I wouldn't mind us becoming a couple." He looks at you for a few seconds, his shock being apparent as his hands start to shake a bit, he moves closer to you, just enough for him to see your full face. "...What... what do you mean by that?" Caleb's purple orbes lock with yours, face slightly flushed as he tries his best not to burn his hand with the recently boiled water that he was carring inside the teacups. "I love you, Caleb, wasn't I clear enough during all these months?" Caleb's face becomes even redder, his hands start to shake even more, quickly leaving the cups in case he would actually spill them. "I... I just thought you were still thinking about our childhood--- I never imagined that you would actually--..." Caleb's words start to blend with each other, his mind rushing as he tried to understand everything that was going on at that moment. Irritated, you suddenly approached him, your hands locking behind his neck just so you could pull him closer, your lips crashing against his in a fast kiss.

B! Caleb, who finally surrenders to your approaches, allowing himself to become more and more starved. His hands start to move from your hands to your hips, his thumbs making small circles over it as he waited for you to stop talking with that grey haired man that lived nextdoor. Caleb standing behind you as he keeps glaring at him with an unamused look, his arms wrapping around your waist as a less threatening way of showing his closer position as not only your childhood friend, but your boyfriend.

B! Caleb who loves posting things with you. He is the kind of guy who loves having a private yet public relationship, the one that loves posting photos of the two of you, always avoiding showing your face in case someone of his work tried to get a bit too close to you. he just can't help it you know? Having a pretty girlfriend is so hard when he has to keep restraining himself from trying to get you as attached to him as possible.

B! Caleb who loves sharing the bed with you, his hands wrapping around you as he nuzzles against the crook of your neck, his hair tickling you as he starts to doze off, his breath slowly steading as he is finally able to rest. After twisting and turning for over ten minutes, you were about to get up, but just as you were about to do so, Caleb started to grunt, his nose scrunching as he started to hug you with more strength as you kept trying to get him to release you. "...Don't go... I love you." Caleb's grip only tightens, one of his legs suddenly wrapping around yours as if he was some kind of trap. "Just sleep... shhh." In the end, you have to surrender, moving a bit just so you could hide your face on the curve of his neck, his comforting scent making you feel at ease and slowly making you drift to sleep.

#fanfiction #x reader #love and deepspace #caleb x reader #lnds caleb #caleb love and deepspace #love and deepspace caleb #caleb fluff #love and deep space #lads caleb #lads x reader #lnds #l&ds #caleb lnds #caleb x mc

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barleyo · 1 year ago

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Rural Bliss.

Real Dad! Leon X F! Reader (smut)

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Tags: incest (daddy-daughter), dub-con, oral (f receiving), LARGE AGE GAP (18 and 40+), pwp (light plot), mentions of predatory behavior, mutual creepiness, dark and disturbing content, choppy ass writing

Wordcount: 1.8k

!!! DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT/DARK CONTENT !!!

Your mom had finally done it. She found a halfway decent guy and let him wife her up faster than you could say 'I do.' You weren't exactly mad about it. He was a decent enough guy, and he made your mom happy, so whatever. The only part that you were against was the fact that you would be staying with your estranged father for the rest of your summer until your mom and her boy-toy got back from their extensive honeymoon.

Your dad fucked off pretty quickly after you were born. Moved himself far away into the middle of nowhere, not once reaching out or keeping in touch. A small part of you wanted to know him, but a larger part of you was pissed that you would have to now temporarily live with a man who you could just barely remember the name of.

What was it again? Leonard? Lucas? No, no, that's not right. Leon? Yeah, something like that. Leon.

Leon, the man who left you and your mom. The man who, instead of raising you, decided to lick his wounds in the deep country, likely making a meager living off of growing potatoes and carrots. The man who was a stranger, connected to you only by blood.

The man whose front porch you were currently standing on, banging on his door without a care in the world. You looked around while you knocked. It was a large bit of land. A few neighbors nearby, but not within spitting distance. At the very least, this town had a few stores with maybe a few people your age lingering around them.

"I'm coming, damn it!" His steps were loud, you could hear them from all the way outside. The heaviness of his work boots must've weighed him down quite a bit. The screen door flew open and his face softened. "Oh, hey kid. Didn't know you'd be here so early. Come in."

You followed him inside, letting your eyes trail his face and frame. You'd only seen a picture or two of him before. He wasn't quite what you were expecting. He looked a lot older now than he did in the photos. More tired, less lively. His crow's feet and smile lines stuck out, but if the lonely, uncomfortable vibe of his house was any clue, you assumed he hadn't been smiling much in his life.

He wasn't bad looking, though. Time hasn't weathered him, and you could tell he took care of himself. His arms and chest looked strong, clearly he had found some way to stay fit out in his desolate chunk of farmer-country. You could see why your mom picked him. He looked like a good one, despite his fleeting nature.

"You're gonna be stayin' for a few months, yeah?" Leon didn't seem uncomfortable with your presence, so you felt a bit more calm.

"Yeah, I guess so. Mom didn't really give me all the details, just kinda sprung it on me."

"Believe me, I know," he said under his breath. "Well, this place isn't much, 'm sure it's not what you're used to." He locked the door behind you and flashed an apologetic look.

"It's fine. I'll make it work." You looked around. It looked lived in, strangely worn despite nobody else ever living there.

He led you down a dimly lit hallway, the floorboards groaning beneath their weight, until they reached a single room. It was a small bedroom, adorned with faded wallpaper and completely wooden furniture. The single window offered a glimpse of the bare, green landscape outside.

"This'll be your room. You can unpack your things."

Hardly a week passed by and you were already sick to death of living with your dad. His jokes were bad. His cooking was shit. His attempts at bonding with you were creepy at best and damn near-assault at worst. He let his hands drift all over you when he pulled you in for hugs and tried pecking a kiss on your mouth before you went off to bed each night, and damn it, you let him.

Again and again, every night, letting that old man press his chapped lips against yours, holding back your urge to force your tongue into his mouth.

He bought you gifts that no other fathers would think about getting their daughters. Skimpy little clothes that left nothing to the imagination, while he wrote it off by claiming ignorance.

"That's what girls your age wear, right? I can't keep up with what you kids are into," Leon would say, covering his ass with feigned dopiness.

His only redeeming quality was that he was hot and mostly oblivious. It was fucked up to think about it that way, but without having much other male contact during your stay, Leon was starting to becoming quite the piece of eye candy. The best part is that he thought nothing of it, acting like his teenaged daughter spending hours staring at his half-naked, sweaty body while he worked in the hot sun was normal. Just another day. Nothing special.

He didn't make you work on the farm with him, so you got to do all the watching. You got to see those strong arms lift hay bales for the horses and chop trees for firewood. Most of your days were spent watching him from the front porch, mentally cursing yourself out when you felt your thighs clench together instinctually at his sexy movements.

What was wrong with you?

Were years of fatherlessness finally catching up to you? Couldn't muster any real love for the old man, so sexual yearning was the next best thing? Eye-fucking your dad and sharing touches that lasted too long were the cost of him skipping out on you.

You rationalized it the best you could. Maybe you didn't actually want him, maybe the solitude of the countryside was getting to you. Maybe there was something in the air, some kind of sex-pollen floating in the breeze that made you wanna get bent over by a man twice your age that just so happened to be related to you. Closely related.

Leon didn't really know how to treat a woman well, but he tried his best with you. It was his first time really being a dad, but honestly, he hated it. Being a 'dad' sucked, especially when he'd rather have his daughter as his girlfriend.

You made him so frustrated, so unsure of himself. Leon's only experience with girl's your age was in getting them liquor they couldn't legally buy themselves, fucking them like plastic sex dolls, and leaving them for someone else to woo and screw.

He couldn't quite do that to you, though. He couldn't get you drunk and take advantage of you, pumping and dumping in you without a care about your pleasure. He had to take care of you, your health and comfort. All he really wanted was to take care of your body.

You were his little girl. He'd fuck you like he actually gave a damn about you if he ever got the chance, and he most definitely wouldn't be leaving you for anyone else.

That type of thinking brought him here.

"Daddy, please..."

The walls in his house were too damn thin. He could practically hear each thrust of your fingers into your cunt from his bedroom. Your bed screeched agonizingly against the floors, punctuating your moans and hisses of pleasure.

He saw his opportunity and took it. He had waited long enough, and this was the least he could do, right? You needed him, right? Right.

He pushed your door open, not having the decency nor the self-restraint to knock. You felt your body go still, but kept your hands between your legs.

"If you needed me, coulda told me. Don't like t'hear you in here whining." Leon sat on the edge of your bed, crawling his way between your legs. "Fuck, that's pretty."

He took in the sight of your fingers stuffed into your pudgy cunt, slick dripping between each digit.

"No, you're—! this isn't what it—" you tried prying your fingers out, but a strong hand wrapped around your wrist to keep you in place.

"Isn't what it looks like? How about what it sounds like, huh? Sounds like you want your daddy to dull that ache in you."

He was so far gone. He normally never did this. Leon was a man who took. He took younger girls virginity, mouth, pussy, or other. He was the one that got sucked off and got his perv dick wet. But for his baby? You, the little nymph who fell gracefully into his grasp? He was foaming at the mouth for a chance to slurp your pussy.

"Open up, come on. Got nothin' to be shy about," he urged, forcing your legs open, pulling your fingers out, and shimmying closer to you. "Nothin' I haven't seen before."

That was somewhat of a lie. Sure, he saw pussies all the time when he bullied his cock into them, but he was normally never nose to clit, ready to lick.

He stuck his needy tongue out, lapping up the juices that you worked up when you rubbed yourself raw. He swirled around you clit as a test, trying to see what felt good for you. He soon settled on puckering his lips around your bud and sucking, swapping his spit in and out of his mouth to keep you lubed up.

Your voice broke with hushed whines and chants. Yes's and oh's rang out, filling Leon's ears and his ego.

He pulled his head back and lob a wad of spit onto your clit, chuckling when you shivered.

"Feel good?" His thumb traced your clit in little figure eights.

"Mm, s'good." Your hands trailed through his thick, soft hair. You gripped it tightly, pulling his head back to your cunt. "No, don't stop, jus' need your mouth again."

His sharp, strong nose bumped against the top of your pussy while he munched down on you greedily. His tongue traveled around you in an indecisive manner. One moment, he was using flat strokes to lick on your swollen nub, then pointing his tongue while he fucked it in and out of you.

Despite the sporadic nature of it, the warmth and wetness of the contact of his mouth on you felt like heaven. It didn't matter what he was doing, as long as he was looking up at you with his piercing eyes and swallowing down your slick, you were satisfied.

"Dad, oh my God, yes!" It felt like venom coming off of your tongue when you moaned it, but tasted like honey at the same time. Something about it was so wrong, but felt so natural.

As your legs tightened around Leon's head and trapped him between your thighs, you knew it was meant to be. You were meant to be your daddy's princess. You were meant to feel like mouth on you, to be spoiled by his tongue, words, money, and his cock. You had been missing out on it for so long.

You spent the rest of your summer making up for lost time, discovering just what having a daddy was meant to feel like.

#smutfic #leon s kennedy x reader #cw incest #tw inc*st #dark content #dead dove fic #resident evil x reader #resident evil #leon s kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x y/n #leon s kennedy #resident evil smut #resident evil x you #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy x you

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dissociativewriter · 4 months ago

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Like Real People Do

Sylus x nonMC!Reader

wc: 2.4k

cw: flirty Sylus, sappy ending, mentions of blood, screams, a single gunshot, implied murder, implied stalking with Mephisto, reader is suspicious and kinda scared at first, nicknames (little dove, sweetie), a lot of physical contact between Sylus and reader; not proofread

While walking home, you meet a strange, dangerous man who doesn’t give you his name. Believing it to be a one-off, you continue on, never expecting to see the man again. Little did you know, you’d meet him again, and your curiosity and connection would only grow.

Or: three times you looked into striking crimson eyes.

You rushed through alleyways, diving and ducking under laundry lines and hanging signs. The sun had already gone down, and it was getting darker and darker. The slim crescent moon did little to illuminate the streets, and the stars were somehow dimmed. One shouldn’t be out this late at night, and especially not alone. Who knows what you could run into?

You nervously glanced over your shoulder, clutching your tote bag close against your chest. In a particularly dark corner, you heard a pained sigh, whispered please’s, and heavy footsteps. You froze. What could be hiding in the shadows? Despite your logic screaming at you to run away, to hurry back to the safety of your apartment, curiosity won and you took a step further. You told yourself you would just check to see if the person was okay, help if you could, then be on your way. The concrete gave way to dirt underneath your feet, worn and weathered.

You paused again, hearing the unmistakable sound of the shifting of dirt, almost like someone was trying to bury something. You shook your head as if you could shake away the hesitance and took another step forward. You begged your eyes to adjust to the dark, blindly walking through the narrow street. You stumbled then, nearly falling face-first into the dirt before you were caught by two firm hands on your shoulders.

You took a minute to right yourself, wiping the dirt off your hands and legs before looking up to see whose hands pulled you from the earth. Even in the darkness, two piercing crimson eyes met yours, seemingly glowing in the shadows.

A sharp inhale met your ears, not from you or your savior, but from somewhere behind. You leaned to the side, looking to see what could have made such a noise, but the firm hand gripped your arm once again, shifting your view back so all you saw was crimson. you were overcome with unease. The stranger before you, the unknown mystery behind him, the piles of dirt from holes dug up.

“Why were you digging?” you whispered, your voice practically giving out. “What did you bury?”

He didn’t entertain your questioning, instead muttering, “You shouldn’t be out so late, especially not here.”

Your mouth went dry, unable to respond as you watched the man before you. You weren’t going to get any answers, you realized, and you’d be lucky if you made it out alive. You swallowed. “I will not ask you where you came from. I will not ask you, neither should you.”

The man chuckled, his hands on your arms loosening slightly as he turned you around to the entrance of the alleyway. He pushed you forward, walking close behind. “Good idea, sweetie,” he whispered close to your ear as he gave you one final push forward. He remained in the alley, hiding partly in the shadows.

Now, you could make out part of his face, and your eyes wandered across it, from his striking silver hair to his sharp jawline. The harsh caw of a crow pulled you out of your trance, snapping your eyes back to his red ones.

“Better run along now, little dove. Wouldn’t want you getting into trouble.” A smirk played on his lips as you nodded wordlessly, quickly turning and rushing away.

You’d made your way through a few more alleys, almost home by now, when you heard a shriek pierce through the night air. You shuddered, your pace quickening, missing the distinct sounds of flapping wings above you. There was only one cause of the scream, you knew, and you grimaced at the thought of how those same hands had cradled you just minutes ago.

A few weeks later, and you’d started to believe that night in the alleyway was just a dream; you’d been pretty tired that night, after all. When you went back to the alley the next morning, there wasn’t even a speck of dirt out of place. No holes, no blood. Entirely empty, save for a single crow’s feather.

You were walking around an entirely new part of the city. You had wanted to check out a new cafe that opened recently, but now the sun was going down and you couldn’t find your way back to the main street. The backroads had a seemingly labyrinthine design, and you could have sworn you’d been on this street before.

You took a right this time, hoping that this change would lead you out, only to be greeted with a dead end. You sighed, about to turn back, when an all-too-familiar voice stopped you cold in your tracks.

“My, my. Seems a little dove’s awfully far away from home. And with a certain penchant for trouble.”

You turned then, slowly, to face the stranger. You were met immediately with the same red eyes from all those nights ago. You took in all that you couldn’t see before in the dead of night, the setting sun highlighting his moonlight-like hair and almost softening his impossibly sharp features. He wiped some lingering dirt off his gray dress shirt before taking one step towards you. He leaned down, meeting your eye level.

“A little dove should not wander into a crow’s territory.” The man smirked, gravelly voice dropping to a whisper. “It’s dangerous.”

Your breath hitched. “Crow’s territory?”

He snickered. “Yes. How about you allow this crow to escort a dove to her destination, hm? I’d hate for the dove to be trapped here.” He extended a hand, reminiscent of an invitation to a dance. You hesitantly raised your own hand, about to place it in his before you caught sight of the dried blood under his fingernails. Your hand flinched back slightly, and he watched with a single eyebrow raised as your eyes flickered over the rest of him, just barely stopping on the spots of blood on his forearm, shoulder, neck. Finally, you looked back to his eyes to find something expectant, but still almost unreadable. You opened your mouth to say something, to protest or to question, you didn’t know as you were cut off by an echoing gunshot. The man before you barely flinched, instead taking the initiative and grabbing your hand, straightening up as his engulfed yours.

“As much as I’d love to give you the chance to decide, sweetie, I’m afraid there are some bird-watchers around who are all too eager to catch a bird of prey.” You stared back at him, willing yourself to do something, anything, but he beat you to it as he softly tugged you towards him. “Come along now, little dove.”A barely perceptible nod and he was walking again, pulling you along with him.

Speeding up to match his pace, you took a moment to observe him candidly. Despite the implications that both your lives were in danger, he seemed perfectly carefree as if this were just a leisurely walk. You turned away from him then, instead nervously glancing down the many alleyways you passed. Soon, though, you felt his eyes on you in quiet observation. Unlike his other scrutinizing looks, this one did not send shivers down your spine.

“I know that look, dear,” you said softly. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a look of surprise flicker across his face. “Eyes always seeking. Was there someone that dug long ago?” When you were met with silence, you sighed, but didn’t miss the attentive look on his face. “I will not ask you why you were creeping. In some sad way, I already know.”

He grinned then, the most genuine expression you had seen on his face. Just like the tension in his body, his grip on your hand loosened. you both made your way through the streets, a mutual understanding, however minor, seeming to be reached. “It seems like the little dove I caught is wiser than she lets on,” he finally murmured.

He pulled you through just a few more streets before you were finally greeted by the sight of the main street illuminated by a streetlight. You stopped, pulling your hand from his grip to make your own way home. You barely make it two steps, however, before his hands are on you again, pulling you against his chest by your shoulders.

“Careful, sweetie. Dangers don’t disappear once you’re out in the open. They just become smarter,” he whispered against your ear. A red and black mist seemed to emanate from him, hanging in the air before snaking around the corner. A sharp cry was heard, but was quickly cut off when you flinched against the hard man behind you. A crow’s caw sounded, and the man’s hands dropped.

“Wait here.” He quickly stalked off, leaving you to glance uneasily over your shoulder. You strained your ears to listen, not daring to move but still hoping you could find out more. Though you couldn’t distinguish what he was saying, you could hear the man’s voice, cold and efficient now, followed by two near-identical voices. You listened carefully, unable to figure out what was going on by the constant shuffling.

“What kind of man have I run into?” you mumbled with another look over your shoulder.

“Well, I am a fruit vendor,” the man teased. Your head jerked back to meet his gaze.

“Somehow, I doubt that.” You raised an eyebrow.

He put a hand to his chest, feigning offense. “Are you calling me a liar? You wound me, little dove.” He raised his hand, motioning to the entrance of the alley. “It's safe now. You can go.” When you made no move to leave, instead opting to stare at him, deep into his crimson eyes, a ghost of a smile made its way onto his lips. “I will not ask you where you came from. I will not ask you, neither should you.”

You smiled at that. At the fact that this complete stranger, who didn’t even know your name, would remember your words. His eyes crinkled at the sight, a genuine smile gracing his lips. You couldn’t help but admire the way a man wholly composed of sharp edges could melt into a bundle of warmth so easily.

You ducked your head, quickly stepping past him, trying to ignore that rising heat in your cheeks despite the chill in the air. You stopped briefly, noting the lack of mess along the main street. You began to walk again, but a shimmer of black caught your eye. You knelt down, balancing the crow’s feather between your fingers. You carefully tucked it into your pocket and rose to your feet. In your observation of the street, however, you didn’t feel the pair of eyes on you, or hear the mechanical whir of metal wings.

A few months passed before you stopped looking for a flash of silver hair in darkened alleyways. You’d likely never see the tall man again. You knew it was better this way, safer this way, but you couldn’t help but feed into the small part of you that was disappointed. You realized, of course, this all went against any semblance of common sense you still held onto. He was dangerous after all, no matter how charming he was. And handsome. And how good he smelled, or how comfortably his hands fit onto you, or—

You shook your head a bit more aggressively than you meant to. Regardless of all the things to admire about the mystery man, you resolved, he was dangerous, and you weren’t exactly eager to feed into any cliches.

You stepped into an old bookstore, overwhelmed by the scent of ink and aged paper. Stepping through the many aisles, your eyes searched the shelves, pulling out a few books here and there. Making your way to the back of the store, you reached for a book you’d been looking for, straining to reach it on the top shelf. Despite your efforts, your fingers only grazed the bottom of the spine.

Your heels had barely hit the ground before you felt a firm hand against your waist, and another reaching for the very same book. You quickly turned your head, only to find yourself staring into striking, familiar crimson eyes.

”Need some help, little dove?” the mystery man murmured. He held out the book for you to take, and you slowly raised a hand, pausing in awe to stare at the man before you.

“I didn’t think I’d see you again, much less in daylight.” You cocked your head, looking at him curiously.

He simply shrugged. “This isn’t exactly average for me, but then again, neither is running into the same little dove twice while cleaning up.”

“The same little dove? Do you have others?”

He chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “I’m afraid not. I don’t think I could handle another dove in my territory.”

Book still in your hand, you crossed your arms. “I still don’t know your name.”

“I didn’t realize you wanted to know it, sweetie.”

“Well, I’d certainly like to know whose business to look up if I’m ever in the need of some fruit.” You let out a sharp laugh. “I’d thought I had imagined you for a while. That there was no way someone like you could actually exist and talk to me.”

“Someone like me?” He raised an eyebrow quizzically.

“You have to know what I mean. You don’t seem real, but straight out of a story.” Your eyes narrowed slightly. “And don’t think I haven’t forgotten. What is your name?”

“Promise you won’t have me arrested, little dove?” You nodded, and he smiled. “Sylus.”

“Well then, Sylus.” You took a step closer to him, only inches away from his face, reveling in the near-imperceptible hitch in his breath. You smiled softly. “I will not ask you where you came from. I could not ask you, neither could you.” He seemed to relax at the echoed phrase.

His breath fanned against your lips. “I’ll keep you to that, little dove. Though are you sure you want to keep in touch with someone ‘straight out of a story,’ like me?” You noted the mischievous look in his eyes as he brought a hand up to your cheek, warm and calloused against your skin.

You huffed at his teasing before looping your arms around his neck. “Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips. We should just kiss, like real people do.”

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moonmeg · 3 months ago

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A Partner's Duty

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Small bonus comic (no angst): 💚

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shadysadie · 2 years ago

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me: yes I finally got @tdaac-correct-order updated with the new chapters!

@moonmeg: surprise! Unexpected update!

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eowynstwin · 10 months ago

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John Price x Reader. Fluff. Implications of a BDSM relationship.

At some point in the evening—for you, anyway, since when you answer the call it’s clearly midday for him—John finds the time during his latest deployment for a video chat.

He looks a little haggard when the call connects, face reddened across his nose and cheekbones and dark circles under his eyes. He brightens when he sees you, though, crows feet deepening.

“There’s my dove,” he says fondly, the rasp of his voice low and soft. His beard is growing out, curly and dark in the artifacting of the camera.

“There’s my captain,” you return, smiling.

“What day is it for you, there?” he asks, sitting back, getting comfortable.

“Saturday,” you answer.

“Mmm,” he hums, as if it’s the nicest thing he’s heard all day. Probably is, really. “Tell me about it.”

You do; John always likes to hear about your days, when he’s far away. The tiny adventures, the workplace dramas, the little pleasures and minor catastrophes of normal civilian life. Keeps him balanced, he tells you; reminds him there are other parts of his life aside from the job, and the work.

You show him the embroidery project you’re close to finishing, the little window hinges you bought at the craft store for the miniature apartment you’ve been building from a kit. It’s the same one that he always half-complains about being spread over the kitchen island when he’s home, and you always remind him that he doesn’t have much room to complain; he bought you the kit on a whim, after all, without your even asking.

At one point the door starts opening behind him—he’s posted up in a large tent, empty bunks behind him—and he quickly covers the camera with his hand. He mutes you for a moment, then comes back.

“Only got a few more minutes, sorry,” he says, refocusing on you. “And—y’didn’t mention that other project, I noticed.”

You suck your lips between your teeth, effecting ignorance. “Hm?”

“The writing one.”

As always, nothing escapes him.

“So here’s the thing,” you say, strangling the fingers of one hand with the fingers of the other, “the bathroom is so clean now, John.”

“Dove.”

“And I finally ordered my new glasses, you know, like I’ve been meaning to for months, and you keep reminding me about.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose between two broad fingers, eyes sliding shut like you’ve just told him that some important intel has gone bad. “How long have you been working on this.”

“I don’t think that’s important,” you squeak.

One blue eye opens, piercing you. Humor sparks in its depths, though when he speaks, his voice is gruff, every bit as commanding as when he gives orders to his men. “I need to go,” he says, “so here’s the deal I’m gonna offer you. If that draft isn’t done by the next time I speak to you, then when I get home I’ll put you over my knee and tan your arse until you’re crying. Understood?”

Your voice has retreated somewhere down your throat, hiding very far beyond your trembling vocal cords. “Yes sir, understood,” you manage to peep.

His other eye opens, and he smiles affectionately. “There’s a love.”

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inkyfable · 9 days ago

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Different Monster Boyfriends and Their Love Languages

Demon!Boyfriend who whispers sweet nothings in your ear. You’re beautiful. You’re hot. You look like a snack in that dress. He’ll whisper about how much he loves having his hands on you as holds your hips with his chest flush against your back, then chuckles when you get too flustered to respond.

Vampire!Boyfriend who just wants to be around you. It doesn’t matter if you’re both eating dinner together or watching a new series or if you’re both just working in the same room. He’s been alive for centuries and will likely live for centuries more. He wants to spend as much time with you as he can before you inevitably pass. Unless, of course, you let him turn you.

Werewolf!Boyfriend who’s all over you the second you two can finally see each other again. He wants his hands on you all day every day. His face is nuzzled into your neck as you cook. You’re on his lap as you both watch tv. If some part of you is not touching him at any given time he is not happy.

Orc!Boyfriend who wants to be a person you can lean on and count on. He helps with sharpening knives. He carries things for you when it’s too heavy. He helps you by dusting the top shelves you can’t reach. But he never does everything for you. He wants to help you, but he also wants you to have your independence.

Dragon!Boyfriend who gives you all the riches you could ever dream of. He loves seeing you in jewelry he’s given you or that you’ve borrowed from his collection. He remembers whether you prefer gold or silver, whether you care if a diamond is lab grown or not and gets you something to match those preferences. But it’s not just jewelry he gives you. If you collect something? You best believe he helps you grow your horde.

Siren!Boyfriend who knows how to show his love best through song. He’s careful to make sure it’s not to lure. He wraps his arms around you before bed and sings softly. It’s always a song about how much he adores every little thing about you. From your small annoying habits to your smile to your loving nature.

Angel!Boyfriend who adores acts of service. Ever since you started dating him you haven’t had to do a single thing. Your house? Cleaned. Dinner? Already on the table. He wants to make life as easy for you as possible, because you’re his little dove. He’ll do everything to keep you happy and safe.

Kitsune!Boyfriend who gets moody if you’re away for too long. He’ll hide his more fox like features if you let him go grocery shopping with you. Don’t you love him? Can’t you keep him company for longer? You’ve been neglecting him and he needs you around. (It’s been a day since you last went to see him)

Fae!Boyfriend who gives you little things from the forest he thinks you’ll like. From a crow’s feather to an oddly shaped rock, he never seems to run out of things to give you. Oh, and when you say thank you, He’ll smirk and ask for a kiss to repay your debt to him.

Satyr!Boyfriend who somehow always manages to have his hands somewhere on you. Holding your hands, hugs, a hand on your waist, it’s kind of impressive how he’s able to do it. But his favorite thing is to dance with you. Your bodies are pressed together, one of his hands on your waist and the other holding your’s. He swears he’s in heaven.

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talkbycolor · 9 months ago

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halloween night

A/N; y e s, solivan as ghostface, HAPPY HALLOWEEN !!!

Pairing; "Solivan Brugmansia" x AFAB!Reader

CW; panic at the disco anxiety on the kitchen / non-con / ghostface mask stays on during sex / both are fucked up, grow up / dead dove as always / established relationship, unhealthy relationship / Sol is aggresive towards MC, important point

Halloween night! Who doesn't like that holiday? Parties, costumes, candy, terror, a time to enjoy with friends… Sure, if you had any.

It's not that you were a super strange person that people would avoid at school, you had friends who knew how to have fun and liked your company, in fact, Crowe kept texting you to remind you about the party Brittney had planned and if it was her party, you were pretty sure it would be as loud as it was mind-blowing.

You were almost ready, even if your costume wasn't the most creative it was in keeping with the theme, you just had to finish putting on your shoes.

…

You were a ghost, Brittney was definitely going to make fun of you, who would think of taking a white blanket and making two holes in it?

Well, it was worse than nothing, besides, the fun would be chatting with friends and playing together, you couldn't wait to see-…

Knock, knock

That was the door to your apartment, damn it! You hadn't put any decorations in your house so you didn't expect to have any visits from children, it's not like you could buy candy for them so you walked to the door with the resignation of disappointing a couple of little ones and probably suffering some pranks.

When the door was opened… you were greeted by an empty hallway.

"Damn brats" You couldn't help but think, in the end, kids would be kids but you weren't a person to receive many unexpected visitors, that wasn't good for your poor heart.

You went back to your small room to grab your phone and check your text messages when an incoming call appeared on the screen, an unknown number.

Breathe, breathe, breathe, it's not the first time you've done this, it happens sometimes, right? Some calls when you order a package, takeout or a simple mistake in the number.

You swallowed hard before answering.

"Hello, who's speaking?" Perfect, you didn't stutter.

"…" But no one answered, in fact, if you paid attention you could hear the distant sound of breathing.

You decided not to say anything else and just hung up.

Your phone rang once again, this time accompanied by the sound of the door, no, not a knock but it being opened.

Just when you were thinking of turning around an imposing hand grabbed the back of your head and slammed it against the wall, causing an immediate nosebleed, tears of pain were not long in coming followed by pitiful whimpers as you tried to keep your eyes open to see the person responsible.

"Move and die." The voice under the mask spoke, completely dressed in black and wearing a Ghostface mask, it was a little hoarse but-…

Suddenly he pulled your hair hard, and you felt your scalp burn as you were dragged across the floor until you reached the table.

"S-STOP! IT HURTS, IT HURTS SO MUCH!" You whimpered but he didn't stop even then.

A hand came up to your throat, caressing your skin possessively as he moved up to your bleeding nose to take your blood and use it as lubricant on your pussy, that hand had black painted nails, and you recognized it.

It wasn't gentle at all, he didn't even lubricate properly due to the fear and pain you felt, he simply slid his length inside you, your body was rigid on the table, bleeding and crying on top of the wood.

"NO! NO! PLEASE! ENOUGH! SOL, I-I'M SCARED!" You begged your boyfriend.

"You only squeeze this hard when you're scared, love."

It was tearing you apart, it hurt so much, you wanted to keep screaming but once again he held your head to smash it against the table, making the bleeding worse and knocking out a tooth, you felt so dizzy and your mouth was numb from losing one of your front teeth.

You looked so perfect that the taller man moaned just by looking at you, feeling himself harden inside your pussy to pound harder into you, your flushed face was a work of art, he wanted to use your blood to paint a portrait of you, a thousand of them.

"So beautiful, so beautiful, I'm so lucky, fuck, I love you so much."

Instead, your limp body was being maneuvered over the table, a mix of tears, blood and saliva forming under your face.

Sol's groans increased as his climax approached, he gently held your face as he brought a small disposable camera closer to take a picture, a perfect pose where your sleepy expression was unable to focus the lens as he fucked you.

"Happy Halloween, darling."

"H-Happy Halloween, S-Sol…"

♡

#yandere visual novel #yandere #yandere x reader #oneshot #solivan x reader #tkatb sol #solivan brugmansia #the kid at the back vn #tkatb vn #halloween one shot

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mullermilkshake · 4 months ago

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Stinging nettles.

Toji plays a game with you.

Yandere!Toji Fushiguro x Fem! Reader DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT,Non con,Forced,Forced oral sex,Knife play,Spitting,Hunting you,Confirmed Toji is a panty sniffer. (This should be cannon :)),Graze, cuts, injury,Hair pulling,Degradation,Stalking

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“Now. If I take the gag out, you aren't gonna scream, are you?”

Shaking your head didn't seem to please him.

“Make me at least believe it. This is just pathetic.”

You shook even more, like your head would unscrew if you kept up. But the display of effort earned you a slow forming smile and tilted head in return.

“Good girl.”

He ran his fingers through a loose strand of hair. The material of your own panties dried your tongue like sand, soaking up any moisture left, damped by your tears. Pulling them out, he held them to his nose, taking the cloth in like an inhaler. A groan escaped him, a sigh of an addict. He tucked them back in his pocket.

He had a knife slung across his shoulder. A knife that had no business being that long, but was no less terrifying, sitting there in two parts. The negative space in between was where he placed your throat once he’d taken you.

“I think we should play a game.”

He stood up, the leaves of the forest crunching under his shoes, belittling you. Haunting you. Even the crows in the trees were laughing. “Poor little you. Can't do anything without crying. That’s why he chose you.”

“You were quite adept in avoiding me for a while. I wanna see how well you can actually do it with your life on the line.”

My life?

The rope binds came loose, blood flow returning to your arms with pins and needles made you tremble. He even freed your legs, pulling the cable ties and cutting them away. You weren't sure whether this was another trap like last time. He toyed with you, making the world seem brighter by letting you go, letting you run for home.

But this was where you ended up. In the forest, in broad daylight, hoping, praying for a passer by to find you. Not that they would be able to fight him off, but the sentiment kept your will stronger than it should have been.

“How about…” He crouched down in front of you, his fist firmly planted on his knife. “You run, and if you win, I’ll let you go.”

He’d never just let you go. Would he?

“W-what- what would happen if I lose?”

“Sweetheart.” Scooping up the loose hair, he tucked behind your ear so lovingly. “You don't want to know what I’ll do with you if you lose. But I'm counting on it, so try your best and fight back.”

It could have been the cold, but you believed in that moment, when goosebumps raided your entire body with a shiver, that it was his words that did it instead. His eyes, body language all pointed to his seriousness, and his smile showed he was going to enjoy it too.

He’s going to skin me, isn't he?

“Get up then, go on.” He stood back for a moment and paused. He understood. “Here, let me help you. The feeling probably still hasn't returned yet, right?”

In any other situation, someone might have thought he was a concerned lover, caring for his wife, like he actually cared for you. But he didn’t. He wouldn’t have taken you the first time if he did. Maybe like a fucking human being he could have asked you out at one point.

The person you were then, probably would have said yes too.

“There we go. All better now.”

To be honest, you looked like you’d been dragged through a bush backwards, hair matted, dress crumbled full of dirt. He must have seen that because he straightened out your dress like it meant something.

He paused and glared at you up and down. “Don’t look at me like that. All doe eyed. Some people will actually think you’re trying to turn me on.”

It was just a look. Nothing more. Perhaps more so terrified of the man, than his delusion of seduction. You just didn’t want to die and he wanted to play a game. A man you tried so hard to stay away from, and he found you all away across the continent.

He left you bare foot, quivering in the autumn breeze, circling you in a way he’d devour you. “I’ll give you…” He stopped for a moment in contemplation before continuing. “An hour head start?”

The knife made a horrifying cling as it scraped a rock nearby. A knife he would skewer you on. An hour. Where could you get in an hour? You had no idea how big the forest was, nor where you even were. But how would you fair with no shoes on?

He whistled and sang his words. “You better run.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice. You took off, the rough, coarse dirt already burning the soles of your feet. Your misty breath filled your vision as you climbed over a fallen tree, laying in your path to graze your bare thighs.

“Shit!” You tried your best to keep quiet, but the burn singed, it was dry and grazed your inner thigh, so close to your exposed sensitive area.

You wished that psycho hadn’t of taken your underwear.

You scrambled off of the ground because you landed with a hollow thump, your bare foot almost caught itself in the exposed tree roots, cutting your hand up in the process. It stung, it really fucking stung, but the pain, you know would worsen if Toji got a hold of you.

You never saw if he had a temper, but you didnt need to, he was fucked up enough on a good day. For a moment you thought about giving up, letting him take you home and do whatever he wanted to do, it would take less energy that way.

How the fuck do I get out of here?

Parts of the forest looked the same, it was a big bowl of trees, hills here, hills there, one big rock, another big rock, a stupid rope swing, a drizzle of water flowing downhill. It all looked the fucking same, what were you going to do?

Then, your foot slipped, sending you rolling down the incline you had just climbed. Rocks, sticks, tree roots, they all cut into you, scraped or dinged you on the way down, the spinning ground was a blur visually disturbing how it was going so quick. All you could do was protect your head until you stopped.

And then you were dizzy, the world spun so much, you didn’t notice the large wolf sneaking up behind you, you just fell over. The growl clued you in on the situation, it was fucking huge, low to the ground with its teeth showing aggression.

“Fuck.” You breathed, stepping back slowly, but there was nothing you could do. “Good dog.”

Like that was going to make the thing sit and wait for a stick.

Your only option was to close your eyes and wait, maybe it was better this way, then you wouldn't have to deal with Toji anymore. That would be nice. You didn't even know where you were, it’s not like anyone was going to be able to find you in this maze.

So you closed your eyes and sat down in a ball, and waited.

There was a cut, a whine and a slice. The thud made you look up, the wolf was dead, beheaded where it stood and Toji put his foot on top of it like a superhero. But he wasn't your superhero, he was your villain.

“If I weren't here, you would have died. Can’t have that.” He noticed your lost expression and it made him chuckle. “I lied. I couldn’t wait an hour. You’re so pathetic, I had to make sure you didn't die.”

You lost. No, no you didn't lose, he cheated. You got up and gripped at the loose dirt to get away, but you didn't get far, his hand was already gripped tight in your hair, pulling back to hold you where he wanted you.

“Where are you going? I found you, remember?” He tugged so hard, it sent you crashing to the floor in a heap, he never let go of your hair.

You tried your hardest to claw at his hands, maybe that could have made him drop you, but his grip was like a machine, it didnt react to the hurt you were giving it.

“Now what should I get because I won? Your legs are pretty beat up, so I guess I can’t fuck you.” He studied you, undressed you. “I know, your pretty, little mouth is working just fine. I heard you moaning when you hurt yourself, shall we put it to good use?”

Toji pulled you up so you were in your knees, his fingers still wedged in the curls of your hair, your scalped burned like he could scalp you at any moment.

You were so close to his crotch and you watched his free hand unzip his pants, the outline of his hardness came through as he exposed his boxers. Toji pulled out your underwear from his pocket and took a whiff again.

“Shit, I can still smell you. As soon as your legs are better, I’m going to destroy you. I’ve always wanted to.”

He fished out his throbbing member from his boxers and wrapped your panties around the base, like a fabric cock ring. It twitched and looked at you, pre come already dribbling out of the tip.

Seeing you like this had already turned him on so much, it was so fucked, so absolutely fucked.

“Toji I-“

You didn’t get to finish your plea, he grabbed your chin and forced your mouth open. “Open wide baby, I’ve got a present for ya.”

He spat into your open mouth, the warm spit landed on your tongue, going cold instantly, like the weather, with your knees on the damp soil. It was disgusting, but he didn’t even give you that to think about before he held you there, pushing the tip of his length past your lips.

“You’re going to suck me good and dry. I earned this because I won our game. You look so pretty on your knees for me, your eye makeup is all smudged.”

You couldn’t respond, by now he had pushed as much as he could inside, the tip pushed the back of your throat like it would tear a hole in it, he grabbed the back of your head and held you there, twitching away inside you.

“Look at you taking all of me, I thought I might need to use my knife to get you to behave, but you learn quickly, you’re so obedient.” He grunted as he pulled out slowly. “I bet if I sat you on my cock right now, you’d bounce on it without me even asking.”

“Keep your eyes open.” There was frustration in his voice as he struggled to speak, he started to thrust your mouth. “Watch me, I want to see those glossy eyes tear up when you gag.”

Making eye contact with his was hard, much harder than what was in your mouth, it made you angry, you wished that fucking wolf had eaten you, that Toji had left you to die. The bastard didn’t deserve anyone in his sad little life even though he was taking it.

He noticed your mood change eerily fast. “Don’t frown at me, are you getting stroppy because I’m not doing what you want? I’m sorry baby, but I’m not paying you attention because you lost, we had a deal.”

He picked up the pace, pumping himself into your mouth, making you gag and retch, he kept going, moaning away and cursing under his breath. It made your eyes water, the motion causing sloppy squelching loud enough over the breeze through the trees.

You were basically his fuck toy now. And he knew that.

“I could fuck you anywhere I want and you’d do as you were told, wouldn’t you? Shit, now I know why guys get married-we should get married- ah fuck that’s good.”

He face fucked you, giving you no room to move or breath, you tried your best to steady yourself, but he was thrusting himself like a machine, the raw strength he had, there wasn’t a thing you could do.

“Yeah, you’d look so good in white, walking down the aisle or somethin’. And I could take you infront of everyone to show them whose name you took.”

He cursed under his breath, you only hoped he was close so this could be done. And he confirmed that the grip on you was so tight, his nails dug in and stung.

“I’m close, baby, you ready to take this? Because it’s all for you- just for you because you’re perfect- this is gonna be a big one.”

In another world, you would have said his moans were angelic, so soft they were almost unnatural. But looking up at the man with his cock rammed down your throat, ejaculating so much it was choking you, it made it sound so disgusting.

“Oh fuck- holy shit!-“ He jerked and jutted, coming off of his orgasm. “You take that so well. I’m surprised actually. I thought you would at least try and spit.” He pulled out and kneeled down to you. “At least it’s one thing you didn’t give up on.”

He pocketed the panties again, but not before he inhaled them one last time, and the peck on the lips he gave you was soft, firm and maybe even loving, but you knew it wasn’t, it was a cruel joke that you would endure for god knows how long, until you had another chance to get away.

You didn’t know if you would get another chance again, but there was hope.

The bastard even took you hand in his. “I’m done with this game already. Come on. Let’s get you home, you must be freezing.”

DISCLAIMER - Crossposted from my AO3 - I do not own any of the characters or anything from the anime. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

Also please don’t post any of my work without permission thank you!

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