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Golden Retriever in Cleats, Grumpy Genius in Glasses - Lamine Yamal x Reader

Lamine Yamal sat across from his coach in the small, dimly lit office at Barcelona’s training center, his legs swinging slightly under the chair as he nervously fiddled with the hem of his jersey. His usual bright smile was nowhere to be found today, replaced with a more serious expression. Coach Xavi’s eyes, normally filled with admiration for the young star, were now focused on the piece of paper in front of him—Lamine’s recent grades.

“Lamine,” Xavi began, his voice firm but not unkind. “You know I’m proud of you on the field. You’re doing incredible things for this club, but... this?” He gestured to the paper, his eyebrow raised. “This is a problem.”

Lamine glanced at the sheet, where his math and literature grades were barely passing, and his history grade was teetering dangerously close to failure. He winced, running a hand through his messy curls, avoiding eye contact.

“I know, coach. I’ve been… busy,” he mumbled, his voice losing some of its usual cheer.

“Busy? You think the world’s going to wait for you to get your grades up just because you’re scoring goals and winning games?” Xavi leaned back, crossing his arms. “Listen, I get it. You’re a superstar on the pitch. But if you want to stay here, if you want to keep wearing that Barcelona jersey, you need to show me that you can handle everything that comes with being a professional. That includes your studies.”

Lamine’s heart sank. He hated disappointing people, especially Xavi, who had been nothing but supportive since his rise to fame. But still, he couldn’t help feeling the weight of the pressure. The pressure to be the perfect player, the perfect student, the perfect everything.

“Look,” Xavi softened, his voice becoming more patient, “I’m not saying you need to be a straight-A student. But you need to pass. You need to show up to your classes, pay attention, and put in the effort. Understand?”

Lamine nodded, his fingers still picking at his jersey, embarrassed by how out of control things had gotten. “I’ll do better. I promise. I just… I guess I didn’t realize how much school stuff I was missing with everything going on.”

“You’re not alone, kid,” Xavi said with a chuckle. “We’ve got people here who can help you. But you’re going to have to put in the work. And that starts now.” He paused, a small grin tugging at his lips. “We’ve arranged for a tutor to help you catch up. I’m sure you’ll like her. She’s one of the best, even if she’s a little… difficult.”

Lamine’s brow furrowed. “Difficult?”

Xavi shrugged. “Let’s just say she’s got a bit of an attitude. But you’ll be fine. She won’t go easy on you, and maybe that’s what you need.”

Lamine’s stomach twisted, his mind already racing. He didn’t like the sound of that. He was used to things coming easy—soccer, fame, friends—but school? That was a whole different ball game.

“Well, I guess I’ll see how difficult she is,” Lamine muttered, feeling the nerves bubble in his stomach.

Xavi smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oh, you will.”

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(Y/N)’s POV

As soon as she stepped into the library, her face twisted into an expression of annoyance. Her eyes scanned the room, but of course, he wasn’t there yet. Lamine Yamal was late, on his first lesson, it was driving her insane.

Her fists clenched, her fingers itching to smack him upside the head. How did he manage to be so annoying, and she hadn’t even met him yet. She couldn’t decide whether it would be his adorable face or his persistent arrogance that irked her more. Probably both.

But no, she reminded herself, calm down. This was for extra credit, for her future—totally worth it.

Just act like you don’t want to murder him. You can do this.

She shoved her books onto the table with a little more force than necessary, setting up with dramatic precision. The thudding sound of her heavy textbooks breaking the silence felt satisfying. She pulled her hair back, adjusting her glasses, and settled into her seat, giving the empty chair across from her a pointed glare.

Minutes ticked by. Then, finally, she heard it—the sound of someone rushing in, footsteps loud enough to make the whole room vibrate. She looked up, a sigh escaping her lips. There he was: Lamine Yamal, the walking cliché.

He entered in a rush, clearly flustered, with a Barcelona soccer shirt clinging to his toned body, a bag over his shoulder, a bottle of water shoved inside, and a soccer ball hanging out of the side. He looked… well, he looked exactly like the kind of person you'd expect to wear a Barcelona shirt. The whole "I’m popular, and everyone loves me" thing was practically radiating off him.

And then there was that smile. His slightly crooked grin—utterly charming, as if he didn't even try—was enough to make hearts melt.

Except hers. Not hers.

Great. Just great. She thought, rolling her eyes as he caught her gaze. This is gonna be a nightmare.

(Y/N)’s POV

As soon as she stepped into the library, her face twisted into an expression of annoyance. Her eyes scanned the room, but of course, he wasn’t there yet. Lamine Yamal was late, once again. And, as usual, it was driving her insane.

Her fists clenched, her fingers itching to smack him upside the head. How did he always manage to be so annoying? She couldn’t decide whether it was his adorable face or his persistent arrogance that irked her more. Probably both.

But no, she reminded herself, calm down. This was for extra credit, for her future—totally worth it.

Just act like you don’t want to murder him. You can do this.

She shoved her books onto the table with a little more force than necessary, setting up with dramatic precision. The thudding sound of her heavy textbooks breaking the silence felt satisfying. She pulled her hair back, adjusting her glasses, and settled into her seat, giving the empty chair across from her a pointed glare.

Minutes ticked by. Then, finally, she heard it—the sound of someone rushing in, footsteps loud enough to make the whole room vibrate. She looked up, a sigh escaping her lips. There he was: Lamine Yamal, the walking cliché.

He entered in a rush, clearly flustered, with a Barcelona soccer shirt clinging to his toned body, a bag over his shoulder, a bottle of water shoved inside, and a soccer ball hanging out of the side. He looked… well, he looked exactly like the kind of person you'd expect to wear a Barcelona shirt. The whole "I’m popular, and everyone loves me" thing was practically radiating off him.

And then there was that smile. His slightly crooked grin—utterly charming, as if he didn't even try—was enough to make hearts melt.

Except hers. Not hers.

Great. Just great. She thought, rolling her eyes as he caught her gaze. This is gonna be a nightmare.

Lamine gave her a sheepish smile as he slid into the seat across from her, his bag thudding onto the table with a little too much force. He seemed completely unbothered by the fact that he was late, as if he was perfectly entitled to waltz in whenever he felt like it.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said, already pulling out his books and grabbing a water bottle from his bag, his voice carrying that easy charm he always wore like a second skin. “Practice ran over, you know how it is.”

She didn’t respond at first, choosing to glare at the book she was pretending to read, hoping he’d get the hint. He didn’t. Of course, he didn’t.

“So, uh,” he began, twirling the cap of his water bottle with his fingers as if they were the best of friends, “I’m Lamine, obviously. You’re (Y/N), right?”

She didn’t even bother looking up. “What gave it away? The books or the ‘I’m clearly the smartest person here’ vibe?”

He chuckled, not deterred by her sarcasm. How was he so damn confident?

"Both," he said, grinning. “I’m guessing you’re here to help me get my grades up, huh? I’m a little behind, you know.”

She finally glanced at him, one eyebrow raised in skepticism. He looked at her with those big, doe eyes, the kind of look that made people melt, but not her. Oh, no, not today.

“I’m not here to babysit you, Yamal,” she snapped. “I’m just here for the extra credit. So, just don’t be an idiot, and we’ll get through this without any more of your... interruptions.”

He blinked, clearly surprised by her bluntness. But it wasn’t long before that easygoing smile returned to his face, as if nothing bothered him.

“You really don’t like me, huh?” he said, a hint of teasing in his voice.

She rolled her eyes, turning a page in her book with unnecessary force. “You don’t need me to like you to pass this class. You just need to show up and actually try.”

“Oh, I try,” he said, leaning back in his chair, making himself comfortable as if they were just two friends chatting. “But sometimes I get distracted... Like, I don’t know, by important stuff like soccer. You can’t blame me for that, right?”

Her fingers tightened around her pencil, frustration bubbling up. She had no time for this. He was treating this like a joke, and she wasn’t laughing.

“No, I can’t blame you for being a soccer genius, but I can blame you for being an idiot in class,” she shot back, finally meeting his gaze. “And for wasting my time.”

Lamine’s grin only widened. “Aw, come on. I’m not that bad, am I?”

“You’re exactly that bad,” she muttered under her breath.

But instead of reacting to her coldness, Lamine just laughed. A deep, genuine laugh, and for a second, it caught her off guard. How could someone be so easygoing in the face of all her snark? It didn’t make sense.

“Alright, alright,” he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I get it. I’ll try harder. You don’t have to roast me every five seconds.”

She shot him a look, still skeptical, but decided to let it go for now. Maybe he would try harder. Maybe.

“Let’s just get through this, okay?” she said, flipping open her textbook and starting with the first assignment. “If you want to pass, just keep up, focus, and stop being such a distraction.”

“Distraction?” He chuckled again, leaning in a little closer to her, his voice dropping to a mock whisper. “Me? A distraction? Come on, I’m a lot more than that.”

She didn’t look at him, instead turning the page of her textbook with way more enthusiasm than necessary.

“I don’t want to hear it, Yamal.”

They worked in silence for a while. Well, she worked, and Lamine just sat there, occasionally making comments or cracking a joke, trying to get a rise out of her. But she wasn’t biting. No, she was focused. She had no room for distraction, especially from someone who thought the world owed him everything.

But it was hard. So, so hard.

After a while, she felt his eyes on her, and when she looked up, his face was unusually serious. For a brief moment, the playful sparkle in his eyes dimmed, and it made her heart flutter for reasons she refused to examine.

“What’s your deal?” she asked, trying to mask the unease she felt creeping up on her.

He shrugged but didn’t answer right away. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, looking at her with a strange expression—part curiosity, part amusement.

“I just… I don’t get you,” he said softly. “I mean, everyone else just likes to hang out with me, but you? You don’t seem to care at all. You’re like... the only one who doesn’t fall for my charm.”

His smile returned, but it was different now. Less cocky, more... genuine.

“I guess I like a challenge,” she said, shrugging nonchalantly, though her heart was doing flips. “And you're definitely that.”

Lamine blinked, his lips curving into something that wasn’t quite a grin but still made her heart skip a beat.

“Well, challenge accepted, then.”

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'The Fractured Awakening.'

a/n: SORRY GUYSS this is mostly in his POV but worry not bc you will see more of our POV later in the Next chpt. since this is all abt building his obsession. IYK YK!! (Btw this is the little teaser for y’all!)

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The classroom buzzed with idle chatter, but his focus was elsewhere, fixed on the girl seated beside him. She was everything he despised—a Gryffindor, bold and irritatingly virtuous, her red-and-gold tie a constant reminder of their unbridgeable divide. Yet, as much as he loathed her, his eyes betrayed him. He found himself drawn to the way her quill tapped rhythmically against the desk, the faint scent of strawberries that clung to her, and the stubborn determination in her eyes when she tackled a problem. It was infuriating. Every tiny detail sparked something unwanted inside him, something that refused to be dismissed as mere irritation. When Professor Slughorn partnered them for the potion-making assignment, his pulse quickened—not with excitement, but with a strange, suffocating unease. Hatred, he told himself. It’s hatred. Yet, as their hands brushed over the cauldron, the excuse felt thinner than ever.

What was she doing to him? (Y/N) (L/N)… the goody two-shoes Gryffindor, always smiling, always eager to help, the very embodiment of everything he resented. It wasn’t mutual hatred—not even close. She barely acknowledged the animosity he clung to, treating him like she did everyone else, with casual politeness that felt like mockery. But her presence... her mere existence... it made him feel different. And he didn’t like different. Not one bit. Different was unsettling. Different was dangerous. Different clawed at the edges of his carefully constructed disdain, twisting it into something unrecognizable. something that surpassed even the word of obsession

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As time passed, she kept talking about the potion, her voice unwavering despite his cold, aloof demeanor. He couldn't understand it—her persistence, her warmth. Every word she spoke, every smile she gave, felt like an affront to his carefully constructed walls. She was so sweet, it made him feel like he was drowning in sugar. Too sweet. But there was something about that angelic smile, that unshakeable kindness, that twisted something dark inside him. Her happiness, her innocence, it should have disgusted him, but instead, it sparked something deeper. The more she smiled, the more she talked, the more his desire for her grew—a desire that had nothing to do with admiration and everything to do with possession. The line between obsession and hatred blurred, until they were indistinguishable, and he found himself craving her like an addict needing his next fix.

"Shut up..." His voice cut through the air, sharp and piercing, filled with cold malice. It wasn’t the tone of someone who might call a friend; it was harsh, commanding, and mean. She froze, her eyes snapping to him, wide and startled.

"Oh... SORRY! I didn’t mean to talk too much... I was just really... excited..." Her apology came in quick, flustered bursts, her voice sweet and filled with that irritating honeyed tone. It made his jaw tighten, but what caught his attention wasn’t her words—it was the tears beginning to streak down her face, her cheeks flushed a soft, vulnerable red.

He didn’t find it strange to derive satisfaction from the sight of tears. He was the type who made people cry, yet they still begged for even the smallest hint of his attention, his cruel gestures a twisted form of generosity. But this... her crying... it was different. The way the soft, glistening tear rolled down her cheek sent a rush through him, a sickeningly satisfying jolt that twisted something deep inside. The sight of her distress, the subtle shimmer of vulnerability, it made him feel something dark stir within him—a perverse pleasure, something sharp and unfamiliar. Her broken expression, the way she tried to keep her composure, only made it worse. It was almost too much to bear.

The great Theodore Nott—submit to a girl? A Gryffindor, no less? A girl who was everything he wasn’t? Sweet, honeyed, lovely, and annoyingly nice. It was absurd. He was Theodore Nott, a playboy, the kind of guy who didn’t even spare a second glance at a girl, not unless he was planning to use her, then discard her. He was a womanizer, a jerk, a bully—the very embodiment of a 'popular' guy, feared by most, admired by many. Dangerous. Cold. Calculating. He had more names than he cared to remember—asshole, heartbreaker, villain... but submission? No.

Not to her. Not to this girl. This Gryffindor who looked at him with those innocent eyes, as if he were anything other than the monster he was. It was a fight, one he wasn’t sure he even wanted to win anymore. The very idea of letting her in, of giving her any piece of him, was unthinkable. Yet... her smile, her warmth, it ate away at his resolve, bit by bit. He couldn’t afford to lose control, not to someone like her, someone so utterly opposite to him. And yet, every time she spoke, every time she looked at him with that naïve kindness, the question lingered in his mind: What if?

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Obsession Unleashed: A Descent into Madness

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Chapter 1 - The Fractured Awakenings

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When hatred and love intertwine, a forbidden desire for someone he is meant to despise twists into an obsession—a dark, consuming passion. It warps him into a deranged, murderous maniac. What can you do but tremble in fear as your friends disappear, one by one?______________________________________________________________

a story filled with obssesion, darkly fueled intent to murder and a KINKY reader(YOU. YES YOU i know you...)

GHOSTFACE! THEODORE NOTT X GRYFFINDOR! READER

coming out on 30/01/2025

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He strides with confidence as he walks down the dim and dark hallway. A rich red carpet that he walks on still and showing with the stain curtains that look embroidered with gold. So luxurious. So darkly beautiful yet to him so dull. He sits upon his golden diamond crested throne his sapphire eyes scanning the room for anyone who dare disobey his command.

“Rise.” His order sends jolt down the spines of the demonic and monstrous creatures. As they all rise looking at him. A scared feeling hidden in their eyes as they watch him his face filled with annoyance.

“S-sire…t-there… i-is their s-something you need or want.” A scrawny creature with one eye looks at him his voice trembling and words butchered as she speaks.

“Tell me... who is (Y/N).” He looks at him his eyebrow going up in curiosity.

“S-sire we—” the demon stutters as he explains himself but is cut of by his demanding voice. “Who am I.” his sapphire eyes burn holes into his eyes as the demon yelps in pain blood dripping down his cheeks. “S-sylus…Sylus! God of the underworld who knows and hear everything!” the scrawny demon blurts out his heart pounding. Sylus laughs his eyes filled with annoyance and amusement.

“So do you think I dint know. What everyone’s been talking about. Now tell me who is this (Y/N) ...?” he asks his tone demanding and stern as his present’s weights on everyone in the room the air thick as one demon says. The one who was released to send a letter to Zeus a few days ago.

“Sire. Your allowance to speak...” the two twin demons ask.

“Proceed.” He looks intently listening to the to twins. Luke and keirin.

“As we were flying back, we came across a beautiful water land. We were confused and then we saw a goddess. A new goddess who had been debuted from her mother Hera and father Zeus and Aphrodite! She was beautiful it was a beautiful water land with green and crystal-like water! She sat there singing and humming so lovely she looked like a water goddess, and I later found out her name was (Y/N) goddess of water and holder of the beauty exmire!” the twins went on and on as the explain what they saw.

“Is that so...?” sylus smirks an amusement evident in his eyes.

“Show me. Show me with the mirror this. divine goddess.” He laughs shocking everyone as he orders for the mirror.

(SNEAK PEAK ON THE FIC OF HADES!Sylus and PERSEPHONE!READER)

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synopsis: in which you hooked up with the hot stranger from the frat house, not knowing who he was. w/c: 5.6k ! character/pairing: sylus x fem!reader warning/s: college!au, sylus uses his melodic weave pseud (skye), virgin!reader, sylus takes it, one night stands, use of petnames (darling, sweetie, kitten, sweetheart), oral (both m and f receiving), penetration, wrap it b4 u tap it ! note/s: wow i can't believe i actually finished this...

To say that you don’t pay much attention to your surroundings would be an understatement, but to say that you barely listen to your surroundings would be an even bigger one. Sometimes, not knowing anything going on in the student body is much more peaceful than spending your free time huddled in groups in the classroom gossiping about Tiffany from Art as word gets around that the only reason why she’s even in your year is because she sucked the Biology professor off, but you didn’t really care about that. 

Well, at least you didn’t have to listen to all that. You had Tara after all.  

“Girl, you should’ve seen Jessica’s face when she found out that the reason why her boyfriend ghosted her was because he got her cousin knocked up. Like, guess he wanted her family’s genes but not with her.” Tara says as you listen intently, well as intently as you could because again, you couldn’t really care about Jessica’s life as it wasn’t really of any interest to you. 

“Oh, that must’ve sucked for her.” You say, absentmindedly as you scrolled through your phone. If it were anyone else, they would’ve noticed the lack of interest in your part and would stop talking about it with you, but no amount of dry replies could deter Tara into stopping anytime soon as she brings up another topic. 

“So, what’re you wearing for the party tonight?” She asks as she sips her badly overpriced iced coffee. 

Your ears perked up at the sudden involvement. “Party? Me?” You tilt your head in confusion. 

“Yes! I told you yesterday that I got invited to a party and you’re coming with me.”

“Tara, I literally have no recollection of that.” You say, trying to wrack up your mind if you somehow forgot about Tara telling you about this party. 

“Well, to be fair, you were almost asleep– but you already said yes! So no take-backsies.” She clarifies and you roll your eyes at her. “Tara, I’m not invited, I’m not gonna go.” 

“But whyyy–?” Tara pouts, “Come on, we’re inseparable. Where I go, you go. Plus, party invitations are just formalities, anyway.” Tara continues. 

“Plus!” She adds another. “Maybe this time, you can finally pop your che–” You clamp Tara’s mouth shut with a glare. 

“Will you shut up?” Tara giggles as she removes your hand, a sheepish grin on her face. 

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, (Y/N). Who knows, you might meet someone hot tonight and sweep you off to bed, you know what! I’m totally manifesting this for you.” Tara squeals as she starts scribbling down on her notebook. You vaguely remember her explaining what the 369 method was, but whatever, it’s not like she was hurting anyone. 

“I didn’t say I was going.” You remind her, and it was almost comical with the way she stops writing and a gasp escaped her lips as if you just told her that you killed her pet cactus. 

“I usually don’t go to these things anyway, what’s new if I don’t go to this one?” You ask and Tara clears her throat as if she were about to explain something groundbreaking. 

“Usually, I’d be fine with you not going but tonight is probably the best party to be thrown.” 

“Onychinus is hosting it and god knows how wild Onychinus throws them.” She says, you hummed in acknowledgement, not really knowing how to reply back. Sure, you’ve heard of Onichynus but never really gave them a second thought, they were just another frat house in the many frat houses that were scattered on campus. What made them so different?

“Also, I heard Sylus was coming back to the house after taking a leave. So that’s definitely a sign of a great night.” She sighs dreamily. 

You almost felt bad asking.

“Who?” 

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The ambience of sweaty college students and poorly projected strobe lights were never your thing. The loud bass of the badly remixed spotify playlist and the mixed scents of spilt alcohol and lit cigarettes were enough to make a common man’s head spin, you swirled the cup of jungle juice in your hand as you observed the party happening right in front of you. 

You were definitely out of place.

If it weren’t for Tara bribing you with a month’s worth of iced coffee whenever you asked, you wouldn’t even be here. But alas, she did. Now you’re here, watching another nameless fratboy do a keg stand as his brothers cheer him on. 

Tara, who said she won’t leave your side, unsurprisingly left your side as she said she was getting drinks but from the corner of your eye, you can see her getting swept up in a conversation as she poured herself another drink in her red cup. 

You knew it would be a while until she looks for you and you wouldn’t take it against her, Tara has always been a social butterfly. So you did what any logical partygoer would do– go outside. 

You breathe in a sigh of relief as you feel fresh air enter your lungs as you step outside. The cold night air bites your skin as you walk towards the direction of the swingset that was surprisingly owned by the frat house. 

As you sit down, you can see the house in full view, you can still feel the bass vibrate against the soil as you observe the party as if you were an outsider. 

You can see through the window the way two pairs were playing beer pong, in another you can see them hooting on a couple for making out in public, you can even see someone stumble outside to throw up in a plant box and you had to turn away, both to give him some privacy and to cringe at the sight. 

“(Y/N)!” You jolt as you hear Tara yell from the door. “The party’s right here, what are you doing all the way over there?” She beckons you over and you sigh, inhaling one last lungful of fresh air before you trudge back to the house. 

Tara was tipsy, that was an understatement as even under the colored strobe lights, you could see the tint of red on her cheeks. 

“Sorry, I forgot I was meeting you back, lost track of time.” She says, swaying slightly to the beat. 

“Girl, it’s okay. Go have fun.” You usher her back to the dancefloor, she shakes her head, holding onto your hand and pulling you there as well. 

“Come on! Let’s dance.” Tara insists, and when the next song turned out to be that one song you and Tara danced to while getting ready, how could you resist? You take the red cup that was in Tara’s hand and you could hear her cheer you on as the sweet alcoholic beverage went smoothly down your throat. 

You were already at the party, might as well have fun. 

One song turned to three, then five and more red cups were refilled during that, you weren’t drunk but maybe you were the slightest bit tipsy as you swayed your hips to the beat of the song that was playing. 

You and Tara were screaming out to the lyrics of a mainstream pop song before you sensed that you were being watched. For some reason, it felt different from the quick stares that the other party goers gave as they matched your energy. You turned around, eyes scanning the room before it met with bright red eyes. 

Your eyes widened as you confirmed that the man across the room had been staring at you. His gaze wasn’t dangerous. It was more along the lines of amusement and curiosity. You held his stare before he smirks, raising his hand to tip his cup in greeting, that was only then you observed that– Oh shit. He was hot. He wore a gray long sleeve with the neckline in the shape of a V, his arms were crossed but that only served to accentuate his muscles and he was alone. 

Or at least that’s what you think as he was only standing by himself, as if people were scared to go near him but somehow, that attracted you even more. 

It seemed that Tara wasn’t even paying attention as you told her you were getting a refill, you walked past the hot stranger, stepping closer to his proximity, just close enough for you to smell his cologne and god– not only did he look hot, but he smelled good too. Just who was he? 

You made your way to the drink table, your eyes trained on the different bottles of alcohol splayed on the table, you knew that you would still end up getting the same drink you had before but who knows? Your mind might change. 

“Can’t decide?” A shiver went down your spine as you heard a deep voice from behind you. If it were the hot stranger with the red eyes that you locked with, then the company is very much more welcome. 

“There’s just so many to choose from.” You sigh, pretending to think about the options that were in front of you. 

You hear the stranger scoff before heavy footsteps walk towards and stop beside you. 

“A pretty kitten like you doesn’t seem like the type to enjoy this kind of drink.” He says as he sees you reach out for some cheap beer. “I think you’d enjoy something much sweeter, sweetheart.” 

If this were another man, you would’ve cringed at the pet name, but maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that the one giving you pet names is a reaaally hot dude. But you find yourself willingly entertaining him. Pretty privileges. Or whatever they say. 

“You don’t even know my name but you think you know my drink, huh?” He chuckles, the sound was deep and smooth that it almost would have sobered you up. 

“Didn’t mean to trigger the claws out, sweetie. How about you tell me your name so I can at least get one thing right.” You tilt your head, looking at him coyly. “Wouldn't that ruin the fun? How about you tell me your name and I'll decide if it's worth telling you mine.” You say, words flowing smoothly as the alcohol you ingested gives you more courage.

It seems like the stranger was not expecting that question as his eyes widened momentarily, he ran his hair through his gray locks before his deep ruby eyes looked straight into yours, smirking as he introduced himself. 

“Skye.” 

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The dance floor was long forgotten as you and Skye were in your own little world. The two of you moved from the drink table back to the swingset you once sat in. 

Your reunion with Tara was canceled as you were swept away with Skye’s topics and inputs about your conversations. 

You find out that he’s in the same year as you, a business major and would probably take over his father’s company in the future. He’s here to keep an eye on his twin adopted brothers– Luke and Kieran, you learned as they don’t exactly have the best relationship with Skye’s biological father but Skye took it upon himself to stand as the twins’ father figures. You also learn that the twins liked to call Skye “boss“ for fun and Skye had no choice but to get used to it because they wouldn’t call him anything else.

“I’m assuming that Luke and Kieran are the ones who are looking at you through the window right now?” You say and Skye looks confused before his ruby eyes flit towards the house where two gingers were seen making kissy faces at the gray-haired male through the glass. Your company only scoffs and jerks his head to the side, as if he were telling them to knock it off, you see the older twin pull back his twin and you could tell that they were giggling as they walked back to the party. 

“Do they do that often?” You asked, an amused smile on your face. Skye raises a brow in inquiry. “Do what?”

“Make fun of you?” Skye scoffs in reply, “They think it’s appropriate to tease me when I’m beside a pretty woman.” You swallow back a sigh of disappointment, of course he was unreachable. 

Don’t get yourself wrong, you were pretty but you wouldn’t go out of your way to compete for a man who has lines of women at his arsenal. 

“Oh. Guess it happens often, then.” You say, tone evidently quieter. Skye looks at you who was looking down at your lap. 

The next thing you knew was his big hand cupping your cheek and making you face him, it might be the alcohol but Skye’s eyes were sincere as he mumbles. 

“You’re the most beautiful one.” You feel your face heat at his words, clearing your throat you take off his hand and look forward once more, swinging slightly and trying to find a new topic to distract yourself from your loudly thumping heart. 

“So, Luke and Kieran are probably part of Onychinus, are you part as well?” You asked, Skye hums in response before he smirks. “Guess.”

You pout slightly, “I’d say… no.”

“And why is that, sweetheart?” 

“Frat Boys usually don’t stray away from their brothers, no? Plus, if they aren’t trying to get into girls’ pants then they’re probably on the road to getting shitfaced.” 

Skye lets out a chortle at your response. “Going by that logic, that doesn’t answer anything because what if I was one and was trying to get in your pants?”

“Then I’d let you.” You answer quickly, eyes widening at your actions. It seemed like your mouth was too fast for your brain to keep up and Skye only looked at you, shock in his eyes but he masks it up with a smirk. 

“I don’t think you can handle me, kitten.”

“Try me.” Seriously, where was this confidence coming from? Skye huffs out. 

“Tell me when to stop.”

Those were his last words before his strong hand gripped your cheek once more and guided your lips to his. 

Your eyes fall into a close as you lean in closer, the chains of the swings making an awkward noise as it moves under your weight. 

Skye’s tongue prods at your lower lips and you let him in, your tongues intermingling with each other and you can definitely taste the beer he drank all night. Rather than being turned off with the taste, you find yourself getting even more intoxicated as you tilt your head to receive him deeper. 

Skye groans, his tongue leaving your mouth but not before he bites down your lower lip as he pulls away slightly with a smirk on his face. 

“Not bad.” He says lowly and you try your best to not let a shiver escape your body as you take the lead this time, your lips pressing onto his intent and Skye couldn’t deny that he liked it. Your head tilts up as Skye stands up from the swing but there was only so much crouching he could do before he stands straight. You pout slightly at the disconnect before he offers you his hand. 

“Let’s go somewhere private. Alright, sweetheart?” He smirks, you take his hand and try to keep up with his wide steps as he pushes through the party. You stumbled into an open room and you can feel your heart beating erratically as Skye closes the door. 

You try to distract yourself by looking around the room, for the most part, it works as you see black and red furniture decorated around the room, although untraditional, it looks nicely put together. 

“You okay, sweetie?” You jolt as you hear Skye ask, the dim lighting of the room served to set the mood on what you were about to do, and the thought of sleeping with this handsome stranger hasn’t exactly set in yet. 

“Whose room is this?” You asked, diverting the topic, trying to calm your racing heart before anything happens. 

“Mine.” Was Skye’s response as he smirks at your expression. You were slowly connecting the dots. 

“You’re part of Onychinus?” 

“That took a while, huh, sweetie?” He sarcastically retorts. “Now that you found out I’m just one of those measly frat boys you talk about. Do you still want to continue?” He cages you in his arms and whispers in your ear. 

Your head was now on his plush pillows as you snake your fingers to his hair. 

“Make this unforgettable, frat boy.”

Skye smirks before dipping his head down to meet your lips, your fingers grasping his silver hair as you pull him closer. Your leg hooked onto his weight and he grunted, he had to brace himself on his forearms as he continued kissing you. 

His soft lips pulled away from yours and began his trek downwards and he noses your neck before he breathes out. “You asked for this, kitten.” then bites. 

“S-Skye!” You moan out and he chuckles against your collarbone. 

“Enough of that, pretty.” He says as he removes your shirt, pushing your bra down to expose your breasts to his hungry eyes. 

“Call me Sylus.” He smirks before he bites down on your right nipple, massaging the left one in his big hand. 

Sylus… Sylus. Fuck. Where have you heard of his name before? 

“You’re wet.” Your thoughts were cut as you see Skye– no, Sylus, looming over you, his red eyes dilated and trained between your parted legs. Your skirt and panties were nowhere to be found. Shit. When did he—

Your clothes were off, He was shirtless and you almost pouted at the fact that you were too in your thoughts to see him undress.

“You look delectable, kitten.” He whispers before diving down, tongue running down your nether lips as a shaky moan escapes you. He hums, pressing a kiss to the hood of your clit before his thick fingers spread your folds, the tiny pearl making its appearance. Sylus smirks as it throbs under his gazes before he leans down and gives it a gentle suck. 

Your legs thrash against his hold and he pulls apart, chuckling as he gauges your reaction. 

“You’re quite sensitive, aren’t you, sweetie?” He places another kiss on your clit and teases your slit with a finger. “Makes me think the men you’ve been with before hasn’t been taking care of this little gem.”

“T-There’s no other man before.” You say, caught up in your pleasure that you admit your inexperience carelessly. His ministrations stop and you let out a whine at the abruptness. 

You look down, seeing Sylus look at you with his gaze filled with seriousness and a hint of hunger. “Are you sure you want to do this, darling? Just say the word and I’ll stop.” Sylus says, waiting for your consent. You nod, feeling as if the alcohol you ingested has left your body as you hold his intense gaze. 

“I need words, sweetheart.” “Yes, Sylus. Take care of me.” You submit to him and he couldn’t help but reach up and smash his lips to yours. You moan as you suckle on his tongue, tasting yourself as he pulls away and goes back to your pussy. 

He traces his finger lightly before he inserts them, licking at your clit to ease the discomfort of his intruding digit, but to say he was surprised when you bucked your hips up for more was an understatement. 

“I’m not glass, you don’t have to treat me so gently.” You whine and Sylus chuckles. “Alright. If you say so.” three fingers plunged in your hole and Sylus smirks as you toss and turn as his fingers scissor inside your pussy, looking for the spongy spot that will have you mewling. 

Sylus’ eyes brighten as he hears your breath hitch and he focuses on abusing that one spot inside of you. Your eyes were hooded yet wide as you held his gaze, mouth falling into an o as you moaned his name. Sylus could feel you getting close as you tightened around his digits and your clit was throbbing under his tongue. 

He craved to see you come undone. 

“That’s it.” Sylus mumbles, the vibrations of his words causing your legs to twitch on his shoulders. 

“Come, kitten. You know you want to.” Maybe it was the vibrations, or maybe it was the sexy timbre in his voice but you came. Your juices flowing out and Sylus smirks as his fingers help you ride out your orgasm. 

Sylus thought about giving you a break but a pull on his hair made him think otherwise as you smash your lips onto him, moaning as you clean your juices off his mouth before you take advantage of Sylus’ shocked state.

You managed to get him to lie down as you pawed at the zipper of his pants, you kissed a path down his chest, not being shy on leaving your mark on him as you listened to his pleased grunts.

Before your hands could even unbutton his pants, his big hands stop you and you look up at him. From that angle, you could see Sylus’ chest heaving as he peers down at you, a look of lust on his face and his bright red eyes were dimmed, dilated by your actions. 

“Sweetie, are you sure about this?” 

You pout, squishing your cheek against the rough material on his thigh. “I wanna make you feel good too.” You bat your eyelashes at him and Sylus couldn’t help but groan at your faux innocence. He lets go of your hands, settling it on the back of your head as he smooths down your hair. 

You almost gasp in shock as you pull him out of the confines of his pants. His member stood tall in the air, almost slapping you when you pulled him out. You were sure it wouldn’t fit. 

Before you could back down, you felt Sylus’ hand push you towards his intimidating rod. You gulp before licking a tentative stripe on its length. Sylus lets you explore his dick, not afraid to let you know how much he likes it through his grunts. When you were satisfied, you opened your mouth and took the head in, moaning at the slightly bitter and salty precome. 

You minded your teeth as you slowly swallowed further. Sylus lets out a drawn out groan as he feels you choke on him only a few inches in. 

“Fuck. Sweetie. That feels really good.” He says, combing through your hair. You moan at the praise. As if motivated by it, you do it a few more times.

Sylus props himself up on his elbow as he pulls on your hair. The sight of your widened, teary eyes and your mouth filled with cock was enough for him to moan out loud and hold your head in place as he thrust his hips in your mouth, using you for his own pleasure. 

You felt his hips twitch and before you could push your head down to swallow his release, he pulled you off and tossed you on the bed. 

“Best damn head I’ve ever had, sweetie, are you sure that was your first?” Unsure of what to say, you moan out his name and he chuckles as he presses a quick kiss to your lips before he reaches for his bedside table, grabbing a condom from one of the drawers. 

The condom solidifies your realization that you were about to lose your virginity to this handsome stranger you met at a party, but with Sylus’ body on top of your and his eyes scanning for any sort of hesitance on your end made you feel safe as he puts the rubber on and aligns his tip to your hole. 

“This is gonna hurt a bit, sweetie. Hold on to me.” He says as he pushes in, biting down on your collarbone. You gasp out a moan at the unfamiliar intrusion, your body wanted to force his dick out but you settled on your nails digging into the back of his shoulders. Sylus lets out a hiss as he feels your nails pierce through his skin, but the pain was welcomed as he bottoms out. 

Sylus balances himself on his arms, his forehead close to yours as he can feel your cunt clench around him, as if familiarizing itself to the shape of his cock. Somehow, the thought turns him on but he holds himself from thrusting as he remembers. 

This was your first. You trusted him to give him your first. This isn’t about him. This is about making you feel good. So he holds off the urge to fuck into you as he listens in to your heavy breathing. 

It only took a few minutes before you wrap your legs around his waist, pushing him closer. 

“S-Sylus…” The aforementioned looks into your lust clouded eyes. “Please.”

He raised his hips before thrusting it back, feeling your gummy walls clench around him, your gasps of pleasure kept him going as he rocked into you with a steady pace. 

“Sylus… Ple–ah–Please.” You moan, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close. Sylus lets himself get close to you as you suck marks onto his skin, biting down the reddish discoloration that you inflicted but Sylus wasn’t about to lose as he focused his attention to your breast. He alternates between both as one of his hands snake down and rubs at your clit, causing a scream of his name to erupt from you. 

“Sylus!”

“Louder, sweetheart.”

 Uncaring of the party ongoing downstairs, you moaned as if his room was soundproof. Sylus could feel himself losing to the grip of your tight cunt as he slammed his hips into yours, his dick hitting the right spots as you babbled his name and how it felt good. 

“C-close.. Sylus, I’m so close.” You whine, as you pawed at his cheeks, “K-kiss. Please.” Sylus feels himself twitch at how adorable you were as you asked for his lips. Who was he to deny your wishes when you’ve been so good to him tonight? 

His lips pressed against yours, softer this time as he rubs your clit, his hips were still thrusting and he could feel your tongue erratically move against his as you seek to ground yourself on something. You were nearing your climax and Sylus had to make sure it was a damn good one. 

With that, he grinds his hips into yours, his lips never leaving yours as he presses down harder on your clit. You pull away, mindless babbles escape your lips as you feel yourself releasing. Sylus groans as your cunt gets impossibly tighter. He thrusts a few more times, helping you ride out your high before he pulls out and takes his condom off, jerking himself off to your sated state. 

“Give it to me, please.” You say, panting as you were mesmerized by Sylus’ angry cock. The man hisses before his hand stops and hot white cum erupts on his dick and lands on your stomach. 

It only takes Sylus a few seconds to ride out his high before he lies down next to you, his hand brushes a few sweaty strands of your hair before he chuckles lightly at your eyes fighting to stay open. 

“It’s alright, sweetie. You can sleep, I’ll take care of you.” As if his words were a command, you find yourself dozing off almost immediately. Not having the energy to feel Sylus cleaning you up.

— 

The next morning arrives and when your eyes opened, you knew you were fucked. 

Losing your virginity to a frat boy– albeit a handsome one was definitely not in your bucket list. But what happened, happened.

You try to move off the bed only to be stopped by a weight on your waist– Sylus’ arm. You carefully move it away, watching with a bated breath as a frown appears on his face but his eyes still remain closed.  

Articles of your clothing were flung in different areas in the room and you could almost applaud yourself for getting them without waking the sleeping man up. 

Once you got dressed, your eyes were focused on his door, you were meticulously planning your walk of shame. You dreaded the thought of his frat brothers watching you leave as they definitely knew what happened in Sylus’ room. With all the noise the two of you made, it wouldn’t be surprising if your escapade was louder than the party music. 

“Leaving so soon?” You gasp as you hear Sylus’ groggy voice ask from behind you. You hesitantly turn around, seeing Sylus sit up on his bed. His chest– filled with your many love bites from last night, proudly on display.

“Yeah, better do it as early as possible since they’re probably all still sleeping, right?” Sylus lets out a confused expression. 

“I’m not sure what you mean, darling.“ 

“I know, I know. I’m not as inexperienced or clueless as you think I am. I’ll go now.” “Wait–” “Don’t worry, I won’t try to look for you and I’ll even pretend to not know who you are if we ever cross paths- which I doubt we will, but you never know—” You were rambling. Sylus tries to stand and stop you so the two of you could talk this through. 

“I’m glad you helped me get this virginity thing over with, thanks for that… I guess?” Got it over with? 

“Kitten, I–” “Yes, yes! I’ll go now.” You were slowly backing away with every step Sylus took towards you. Once your back hit the door, you blindly and frantically felt for the doorknob. 

“Thank you, Sylus! Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” “Wait–” 

The door flies open and as if you were on fire, you ran away from his room, his frat house, and maybe out of his life. 

Sylus puts on a mahogany robe before he sits down on his sofa. He put his hands on his knees before he rested his forehead, heaving out a deep sigh. If it were up to him, he would have treated you to a nice breakfast then asked for your number and maybe even asked you out for a date because the rapport he felt with you last night was unlike any other hook-up he’s had in a while. But all he has is your nam– 

fuck. He forgot to ask for your name. 

It wasn’t as if he were expecting that you’d be a one-and-done type of hook-up but the pet names came so naturally to him that it didn’t occur to him to ask for your name. His fists clenched at the thought of his stupidity and before he could do anything about it, someone knocked on his door.

Luke and Kieran appeared with smirks on their faces, about to tease their older brother about the night he had but their expressions drop as they see the conflict in his eyes. 

“Boss…?”

“Bring me all the rosters you can find in the (major) department. Quickly.” 

“Yes boss.” The twins left, only giving each other a sly look before they set off with his orders. 

You’ve definitely got him whipped. 

—

“Where the fuck have you been?!” Tara screams as you enter your shared room. You wince, the hangover not quite leaving your system.

“I was searching for you for a good hour last night and thought you went back home and just forgot to tell me about it, but you’re just coming home now?” Tara continues, shaking your shoulders as you calm her down. 

“I–” “Wait!” Tara gasps as she observes your appearance, specifically pausing at your neck. The hawklike gaze Tara had on your neck almost made Sylus' mark pulse against your skin as you remembered that your body was littered with bites and bruises.

“You—” “It’s not that big of a deal!” You try to defuse the situation but are unfortunately unsuccessful as she lets out a squeal. 

“Oh. My. God. You have to tell me all the details!” Tara pulls you down to your bed and she hugs one of your pillows close to her chest. “Okay, I’m ready. Spill.” You knew you promised Sylus that you wouldn’t tell anyone, but Tara was your best friend and best friends aren’t just “anyone”.

“He was part of Onychinus–” Tara’s eyes widened in shock, not expecting those words to come out of your mouth but she lets you continue. 

“He was so… rough at first, but when he found out that I was a virgin–” “You told him?!” “I couldn’t help it! I was scared. Anyway–-” Your face flushes as you recollect. 

“It was… good. It felt good, he made me feel good and I’m glad he was my first.” 

“Ooooh~.” Tara teases, “his dick game got you whipped huh? One night with him and you’re already in love?” You swat her shoulder. 

“Now, is the most important question. Who was it– wait, no! Let me guess!” Tara excitedly says before she began listing off the ones she knew from Onychinus. 

“Luke?” head shake.

“James?” head shake

“Elliot?” no.

“Kieran?” still no.

“Liam?” who? 

Tara grows increasingly frustrated as she lists about five more before she gives up. 

“Who?” 

You sigh, smiling slightly. 

“He goes by Skye at first. But then he told me his name was Sylus.” The pillow on Tara’s chest made impact with your face as she let out a screech in surprise.

“W-What? Is he off limits? Does he have a girlfriend or something?!” You panic, not understanding where the shock and hostility came from. 

“Is Sylus… about six-foot-something, has gray hair and red eyes?” Tara asks carefully and when you give her a hesitant nod in confirmation, she squeals before clearing her throat and looks you in the eyes. 

“(Y/N), you fucked the head of Onychinus?!”

“The what?!”

—

note/s: anw ta!zayne next :3

[lovelivelaygh1324]

Guys does anyone want a Persephone!reader x Hades! Sylus??? Like its been on my mind for so ling. Like…

she is a happy bright and beautiful girl so lovely like wildflowers in the summer sky all so perfect and naive to not notice the kong of the underworl a world of dispair is wacthing her in delight and amusment and awe. So perfect. How could one be like that and somthing like this not in his possession.. he has to have her no matter what.

[lovelivelaygh1324]

All Consuming

Starring Yandere Siren Gojo and Geto

Synopsis- Two months ago you became a sole survivor to a supposed animal attack on a lake trip and because of that you’ve become alienated from everyone else in your much too rural community. However,you’re finally not so alone when two mysterious men are way too interested in you…But something’s a little off about them..

Fic for my Summertime Slashers event!

Warnings-mates,Geto and Gojo kinda have a feeding kink in this(they like seeing you eat bcs they only eat human flesh and obviously you don’t 😭), stalking,cum marking(you’ll find out), voyeurism,mirror kink,mutual masturbation,biting,oviposition,icky flirting(they’re very confused on the fact that humans don’t just mate like sirens do), dubcon,borderline noncon,multiple sex scenes,leg worshipping?,manipulation(you’re very vulnerable in this and they take advantage of that),abuse of super natural power(not clearly stated but implied),panty sniffing,lots of breeding kink,and ofc and always CHUBBY READER!

An explanation on sirens and how I tweaked them from traditional folklore! Just so you can have more understanding on why things happen in this fic! So Sirens typically are beings that lure men in with their beautiful voice and then capture them with their magical touch! This is kinda like that but not really! Geto and Gojo are male sirens so they usually target the opposite sex! Their siren voice isn’t necessarily singing it’s just something they can activate in this fic! Also they can go on and off land if they’re well fed! In this fic I imply heavily that sirens take mates like many other sea life!

WC-6.9K/6,925

"Can you give a description of him?"

"Them." Is all you can answer. Seething hot acid pulls at the back of your throat,begging to come out on the steel table. Your quaking hands grip the very edge of the table for some kind of support—a sense of grounding in this situation.

"Right,them. My apologies. The descriptions though,(Reader)?" You gulp,"Well one was taller than the other had these piercing blue eyes,almost like light itself. The other had these soulless black ones...emotionless and empty kinda."

In front of you there's this quiet man presumingly sketching away the description. "Anything else?" You bite your lip and glance down at your scarred fingers but you quickly look away because the memory of just why those injuries remain are there is much too fresh. "I don't know...everything was a blur. I can't remember a thing other than seeing them..."You swallow a thick wad of spit before you utter another word,"tear into my friends."

The officer in front of you stares into your glassy eyes that you bet are red and bulging to the point it looks like you've been choked instead of crying. He sighs,"Look,(Reader) you seem to be a nice enough girl but these details are just not enough to drive this case. This is the third time we've invited you down to the station and you've said nothing to make us believe two men did this to your friends."

"Please! I saw them! I really,really did! I swear! I wouldn't lie about seeing those—those monsters!" The officer sighs and ounces the bridge of his nose,"Let's be real,when the attacked happened you were intoxicated,right? You were out having fun with your girlfriends and probably doing other substances. Or maybe the shock of seeing your friends mauled by an animal got to you. Whatever the case may be I know it's not two human men who ate your friends in front of you."

You clench your fists in pure disgust at the audacity this person has in front of you. He's not the one who had to see it,he's not the one who had to watch your friends cry and beg for help and couldn't do anything about it, and he's certainly not the one who had to live through their constant cries of pain. You finally raise your voice an octave,"I know what I saw and I won't suffer through some accusations pushed onto me because this story isn't believable enough for you!"

The officer doesn't take lightly to your shouting and doesn't remain so calm with his doubt. "I'm tired of listening to your bullshit anyways! There is no man eating monster with glowing blue eyes! And there definitely isn't another soulless black eyed creep!" He takes a deep breath and stands from the metal chair. You sit there in silence fighting back tears and you have no clue why the liquid is fleeing your eye ducts.

It's probably anger or sadness,or both whatever the reason might be you curl up into yourself and sob in front of the two cops. "(Reader), I apologize...but I can't take this case serious. I know you're hurting,losing your friends in an animal caused massacre but you're wasting resources and precious time for cases that actually need to be solved. So just go home and get some therapy,yeah?"

Through teary eyes you gaze at the officer in his harsh eyes and you're left wondering why does no one believe you? It's been two months since the attack and you're doing all the right things;therapy,self groups,going back to normal life,yet you're treated like some crazy person. You've never been the type to lie. Never been the type to abuse someone's trust,so why?

Why are you so unbelievable? Are your tears not mournful enough? Is your slowly deteriorating appearance not evidence enough? Is the scars on your body just too artificial looking for people not to believe the truth?

With your head hung low you whisper,"Sorry officer,I'll go home."

▂▂▂▂

"Oh my god is that her?" The whisper flows through the dining hall. Another answers,"I think she's totally crazy."  Then another,"Oh be nice,her friends got mauled by some kind of wolf in front of her." "I heard it was a bear actually."

You chew on your mediocre sandwich trying to ignore the constant voices mumbling about you. It's the first week you've been back at uni since the attack and it's not going so well for you. People only pity you or look down at you for not just dying with your friends. Some people think that you're even responsible for their deaths. But it won't be much longer until you're free of the university gossip due to the fact that summer break is nearly two weeks away. And even with that time frame people are already leaving the dorms entirely.

And what makes it so unfortunate is that no one's in your corner anymore. Your parents have turned their backs on you because it's like a sin to have a child struggling with their mental health in this godforsaken small town. And your friends well...gone because of that very event. And you can't even dream about making any new ones because now you're looked at like some disease instead of a victim of a horrifying crime.

But it's okay,that's what you tell yourself. And that's the mantra that keeps flowing through your brain as you take bite after bite into your too cold food. You people watch from the wooden eating area—turning green with envy as you glance from after people enjoying each other's company.

That was once you, eating and laughing among your beloved closest companions. You don't wish to be bitter for others happiness but it's hard not to when you're actively being shunned by your whole town basically.

You glance down at your depressing looking tray of food and decide it doesn't even look edible to you anymore. You debate whether or not you should throw it away or just eat it. Simply because you haven't been eating much since the incident. You nimble on your lip and decide you shouldn't force yourself to eat food you don't even like.

You arise from your seat and wish you didn't because now all eyes are on you as if they weren't before. You sigh and walk all the way to trash trying to power through all the chatter and seething stares. They all look at you like some parasite slowly infecting them with your presence alone. 

Sure,you've been stared at before being that you're a bigger girl in a hick town but this is something different. Something crueler...and more hurtful. It's so hurtful that you're just probably going to skip all your lectures and run away into the comfort of your home.

However your mind sets that aside once you see two strangers sitting at your once empty table. Your brows raises as you walk confusedly back to the table to retrieve your book bag.

Once you come closer you're shocked to be met with eyes black as the night...eyes that are so eerily familiar. "Oh I'm sorry we didn't know anyone was sitting here!" His voice is calm and gentle,gentle to the point that you'd melt into the his arms right now because the longing for comfort roughly tugs at you. Pathetic,anyone would agree to that,however you're just so entirely vulnerable for any type of interaction and touch at the moment. Then you take a look at his face and you're shocked to see how handsome he is.

His long raven locks go past his broad shoulders that is covered with a loose breathable crew neck. Not only are his eyes pretty in color but the shape as well;his kind monolids gazing at you right now practically has you flustered. "It's alright..I was leaving anyhow." You mumble with a nervous smile. 

"Nooo! Stay! This table has so much room!" A chipper,more energetic voice adds in. Your attention is turned to the voice and this time you're even more shocked at how good looking this man is too. He has snow white hair that frames his pretty face along with eyes so blue they're almost hypnotizing. But again something in your belly finds those eyes too familiar almost like you've met the men before.

"Oh no you wouldn't wanna sit with me...people will start talking about you too." The black haired man smiles,"Let them talk," he extends his long arm on the back of the seat next to Gojo,"sit." Gojo moves from that seat to make sure you're the one in the middle of the two men. You shyly nod,"Thank you."

You sit down and feel a sudden presence of something....something intense between the three of you despite just making their acquaintance. "My name is Suguru Geto,"he points to the other man beside you,"This is Satoru Gojo." He smiles and waves,"What's your name cutie?" The white haired man peers at you as he awaits the answer to his question. "(Reader Full Name),nice to meet you guys." 

The both say it's nice to meet you also and you guys chatter about each others day,major etc. "Have you eaten yet?" Suguru asks. "Umm kinda,the food I got wasn't very good so I just threw it away."  Gojo say,"Oh no,eat with us! Me and Guru always eat good food so you'll like it for sure."

"No no it's okay! I wouldn't wanna have you guys pay for anything from the food bar." You used the word pay because all the good food you have to pay for instead of meal swipes. And because you're suddenly shunned from this town you're naturally unable to keep a job anymore,therefore making you broker than a joke. "I'll pay." Gojo says.

"It's o—" Gojo interrupts,his big hand managing to fully wrap around your plump upper arm,"I'll pay." He affirms. You just nod silently and watch as he walks up to the food bar to buy the items. Geto looks at you and smile,"So what's a pretty girl like you sitting all by herself for?"

You look down and feel your tummy doing backflips for two reasons;the compliment and the question. You're nervous to explain just why you're being ignored and you're nervous you'll mess up the chance of making new friends. However,you go for being honest and not lying,just to see if they'll actually be someone you'll want to have as companions.

"Well two months ago an incident happened at the lake with my friends. They were attacked by two monsters and I was the only one to make it out alive. But the weird thing is...I wasn't attacked at all...they just ignored me and only went for my friends. But after they were done they looked at me in this way—this way that was so,"you pause,trying to find your bearings,"haunting. Not like they wanted to eat me but something else entirely..." Your rub your pudgy fingers as you explain and Geto does something surprising.

He grips your hands to stop the constant movement. His smooth fingers rub soothing circles on your now healed skin. And it feels so good to be touched with affection, so good that you almost forgot to finish your story. "I went to the police as soon as it happened and I was told it was probably an animal attack but I know what I saw...I know wholeheartedly. And that's why I was sitting alone,everyone thinks I'm some crazy person making stuff up." Your bottom lip begins to tremble as you feel tears begin to pool in your eyes.

"And you probably think I'm crazy now too..." Your voice breaks and your brain is working overtime. How humiliating that you're breaking down to a total stranger in public too! God,why are you so pathetic? So vulnerable to the point you easily melt into the arms of an unknown person. Has your sense of self truly scrambled that far away from you? 

Geto extends his arm to wrap around your supple body,he's warm and smells like ocean breeze mixed with sandalwood. "I don't, I believe you." It's a whisper yet the impact is like a loud shout. "You do?" He gets closer,his soft pink lips muttering so close to the shell of your ear,"I do." You shiver involuntarily,your body unable to contain the way his coo affected you physically.

"Thank you." It's a mumble but still Geto acknowledges it with a soft squeeze on your body.

"I brought the food!" A happy voice interjects. Gojo sets down loads of plates of delectable looking food. And suddenly your tummy rumbles just looking at the many options of food.

Gojo hears it,"You hungry now?" You nod shyly and can't help but look down at the very good options. After weeks of eating too cold food and mess hall trash seeing the hot bar meals would make anyone hungry. White hair bobs as the tall man takes his seat next to you.

"Go on,eat." He smiles a toothy grin. His hand extends to your lips with a forkful of pasta that smells so good you literally inhale it. You instinctively open your mouth only to quickly close it. Because oh my God were you about to let this stranger feed you? Has hardly any human interaction made you so compliant?

Gojo pouts,"What's wrong?" You quickly try to reassure him,"It's nothing...but I can feed myself,y'know.." You almost forgot Geto is still holding you,the only cause for remembering is strictly based on the firm squeeze he gives your upper body. "Eat." He asks,more like demands.

Despite how demanding he sounded it was still gentle? Almost like a calming song in an odd way. You open your mouth and Gojo happily stuffs the fork in your mouth. You chew and melt into the flavors of the yummy dish but you can't fully enough it because the men you're sitting next to are quietly observing you.

Another bite is feed to you and another,then another until the pasta is all gone. Every single time you took a bite Geto and Gojo all watched in admiration. Geto,who still has you in a half embrace would caress the supple skin of your bare arms that are free from sleeves in your cotton cami. The texture of the pads of his fingers would rub you as you ate.

And Gojo would clean up your chubby face if he missed your mouth just a little bit. He'd use his thumb to wipe away the evidence of the mess with his oddly sharp and long tongue. His other hand also stayed close and near to the pudge that hangs low on your abdomen,practically cupping the fat that adorns the area.

And all while eating you didn't realize how intimate this interaction really is. Two men watching you as your spoon fed by one and both touching you so...personally;this is not a normal interaction between strangers. You know that,yet it feels too good to tell them to stop. You haven't been touched with affection in so long so why fight it when two handsome men are practically draped all over you?

"Would you like some dessert?" Geto asks. Gojo chimes in,"You should absolutely have some dessert. I got these cute cakes for you to try." You look down in embarrassment,"I don't know if I should...I just ate the pasta." Gojo quirks his brow up in confusion,"So? You can't have dessert too?"

You smile,"I guess I can." Gojo grins brightly,"Atta girl,open wide." Already with spoon in hand and a sweet treat in it, he moves it to your mouth. Of course you accept and chew happily on the sweet treat until a thought interrupts this indulgent interaction. Why haven't they eaten? You've been here,being fed and talked to by these for at least an hour or more,but they haven't eaten? Why come to the lunch hall then?

You quickly swallow the treat,"Aren't you guys hungry?" Geto answers,"Oh me and Gojo were earlier but watching you eat has satisfied our appetite." His response is followed with an enthusiastic nod by his blue eyed friend,"Mhm! You eat so cute it's hard not to get full."

You make a face full of doubt,"Umm,I dunno if you guys are trying to be overly nice to me but I don't believe that for one second." You push away Geto's hold on you and Gojo's slight grip on you to scoot away from the pair. Suddenly,you've fully realized that this whole thing is really weird even though you truly are enjoying the attention from the very good looking men.

But that enjoyment isn't enough to just ignore how fast and dangerous this all could possibly be. You don't know how you just dazed off and forgotten all about that. You stand up and urgently say,"Look,you guys have been really nice to me and I totally appreciate it but this is just all really weird for me so I'm just gonna—"

Geto stands up with such a quickness it's almost supernatural,"Shhh...you don't mean that sweet girl. Just come and sit with me and Saturo,yeah? We'll make all that confusion will go away,okay?" His words are so sweet,so soft and gentle;inviting to the point you almost relax back to the seat but you don't.

"No—can't. This is so personal and you guys don't even know me...plus everyone can see you behaving this way with me." You go to grab your bag but Gojo stops your exit this time. "C'mon cutie,it's okay. It's just me and Sugu,we wouldn't wanna do anything to hurt our lil pretty new friend. If it's the people watching...we can take you up to our dorm and continue this there."

Geto adds,"That's a good idea, all these people shouldn't be watching you anyways." You look at them in confusion and seriously debate if going back to their dorm is actually a good idea at all. "Don't treat your new friends like this;we're not gonna hurt you." Friends? Are they really calling themselves friends?

You bite your lip and glare down at your beat up sneakers,"I don't know.." Gojo pulls you close to him by gripping your soft hand,"It's okay,cutie. It's just me and Geto,we won't do anything."

You bite your lip,stumped with providing them with an answer,it's useless though because an arm links with yours and already starts ushering you along to exit the mess hall. "W-Wait!" You try to pull yourself away from the limb but it's like forged iron. Geto utters,"It's okay. Just come with us. It's just us."

You were panicked,worried,anxious to the point of feeling like throwing up. The feeling washes away as Geto soothes you with his words;odd considering the fact that he's not explicitly saying anything too calming. He's just talking,yet his syllables feel like warm chamomile tea that just eases your mind and heart.

It feels magical...too artificial of a feeling it's almost like being on a high. The feeling only increases when Gojo joins his friend in talking to you;literally and metaphorically syncing with him as he also links his arm with yours.

The longer they talk the more woozy you begin to feel. Your walls of distrust and logic melt away like rapid candle wax,so much so that you begin teeter into their touch.

Your mind is confused and vulnerable to the point you don't realize you're in front of their dorm room until Gojo pulls you into the room. They both free you of their hold and suddenly you feel more conscious.

"Why'd you take me here? I didn't even get a say.." Geto rubs the apparent flesh on the back of your arms,"It's alright...you'll enjoy being with us." Your brows scrunch and you want to spew something aggressive but his touch and his voice are just too...distracting.

"G-Geto.." you whimper. You don't know why you say his name,it's just the only thing your mouth will allow you to say. "Yes, tell me what do you want?" You snuggle closer into his touch,breathless and confused,"I don't know..." Gojo then walks closer to you,taking up the front portion of your body. His hands cling to your wide waist;digits dig into the dough like flesh.

"Would you like for us to give you an option?" The long haired man whispers in your ear,his lips practically pecking the shell of the cartilage. You're weak and feel all too needy. Needy for what is the real question though.

"Please,yes.." you lowly whimper. With that the two men place you onto a soft bouncy mattress,leaving you without the their touch for a few minutes but that doesn't last for long. Gojo already has his hands on your tummy,practically massaging the flesh with his hands. He leans forwards and starts suckling on the skin of your nape.

He starts thumbing the beginning of your loose fitting shorts,"I think these should come off." You gulp and grip onto him,"I-I haven't shaved just so you know." Gojo starts pulling down the waistband to the point he could see your bellybutton,"I didn't ask if you shaved,I said these should come off."  You gasp as you feel a new pair of hands on your thighs—pulling down the bottom half of the outfit.

Geto looks up at you from the position of him being on his knees;slotted perfectly in between your big thighs. "I agree with Saturo,everything should just come off you." Gojo starts pulling off the hem of your panties and once they're low enough Geto grabs the material and carefully slides them off your legs. He does something unusual,by bringing the damp material to his face and taking a deep inhale. He groans into the panties,eyes closed in bliss and a deep harbored groan flees his lips.

Gojo looks down in jealousy and whines for his other half to hand him the undies. You watch as Geto begrudgingly passes him the undergarment. Gojo brings them to his face and his bright blues eyes almost glow with light as he huffs in the smell of your pussy. "Mate smells so good. Fuck..."  You brows furrow in confusion,what did he mean by mate? It's such a primitive and almost animal like to refer to you as that. You don't have much time to think of it though as demand takes all your attention.

"Spread,so we can see that pretty pussy..." The ravenette orders you. You're about to do it but insecurity nags at you,the condition of your unshaven and wild looking pussy drains away at your confidence. What's the point of spreading anyway? The fat of your lips and hair will block the view of anything worth looking at.

"Spread." Gojo repeats. You shake your head no;embarrassment and now common sense are starting to grow back into your brain. Both of the men huff,annoyed with the fact they can't just view the pussy they can smell from miles away,even in water.

For two months since they last fed,they've been so stuck on finding this woman with an unearth like aroma. The being smelt of brown sugar and sweet honey. They've been so determined to find the owner of the scent they've enrolled in this stupid college and kept tabs on you for so long.

Now they have you,almost bare,snagged in their hypnotic touch,yet you won't even let them see what rightfully belongs to them? No. That just won't do.

"Gojo,bring the mirror over here." Immediately the man sitting next to you stands up and retrieves a long floor length mirror to right in front of the bed. You observe yourself in the mirror,tired eyes that look bothered, your flustered face and your slightly messy hair,all the way to your bare lower body.

Why bring the mirror though? Your question is answered when Geto suddenly arises from the floor,taking the space the former was sitting on the bed. His strong hand grips the fatty flesh of your thigh,placing it on his lap. Gojo,now sitting on the opposite side does the same action. You fluster,"What're you doing?" Gojo hums with a happy expression,"Spreading."

They both extend your legs further til your pussy is completely exposed to them in the view of the mirror. "Perfect." Geto says lowly into the cusp of your neck and shoulder. "So pretty,I just wanna lick it." You tensed at the admiration for such a private area,a private area that four pair of eyes are constantly eyeing hungrily.

"So many things we could make you do..." The white haired man suggests. "Mhm,but right now I wanna see her play with it." Geto answers. "P-Play with it?" You try to close your legs back but their grips are too strong on your legs. You couldn't do that—not in front of them. It's embarrassing;being open and exposing yourself raw like that.

Gojo whines,"You're so mean. Trying to close what's rightfully ours. Just play with it...you wanna make yourself feel good,right?" His words and his touch feel like the law,like you have to obey. He didn't say anything overly convincing,yet your body can't help but comply.

Your pudgy digits reach down in between the plump lips—traveling way down to the pulsing hole. The fingers circle the entrance,barely touching the wet flesh. You huff at the light touch,already feeling needy. "It's alright,you can put one in." Geto urges.

You gaze into the mirror,observing the sight of your finger so easily sliding into the welcoming hole. A gasp flees your lips as the appendage starts moving in and out of you. "There you go...keep going."

You obey,moving the lone finger faster and harder than the first few movements. "Fuckkkk,that looks so good. Mate looks so good playing with her pussy." Gojo howls out. Playing with your pussy is not the only view you're able to see in mirror. Gojo and Geto's are in the displaying glass as well;their hard cocks out in the open as they go up and down at the same pace as you.

You bite your lip,immensely turned on by the view of the two men bringing themselves sweet undeniable pleasure. Their hands wander up and down your legs,holding tight the excess flesh you have on the limbs. Geto groans,"Your legs are so pretty,just like the rest of you. So plump and soft. Perfect for giving you so many pups." You moan at his words,adding another digit for the adding bliss.

Blue eyes close in joy,"Oh? You like that? Wanna get pregnant with me and Sugu's babies? Wanna be full of pups?" His hips stutter up into his o shaped hand,"F-Fuck,say yes! Tell us how badly you want that." A whine falls from your babbling mouth,"Want! Need it so bad." Geto groans as he reaches over you to bite into the soft skin of your neck;sinking his teeth in so deep you can feel the light liquid of blood dribble down. Your back arches at the strange sensation that hurts,yet feels oddly so good.

Gojo also goes for a bite,lower though,he finds the spot of your plump shoulder to be perfect. "Mm,you're gonna take it so well when me and Gojo fuck you." The ravenette mumbles into your flesh. His hand travels down to the pouch of your fat that rest slightly above your uterus,he gives it a harsh grasp;fingers digging into the moldable skin. "Perfect,so perfect for giving babies."

Your digits curl into the wet cavern and your body almost folds itself just trying to reach that special spot that resides so deeply in you. You whimper in frustration,your average sized fingers not being just enough to reach that oh so very special spot.

Gojo laughs,"Can't reach? It's okay cutie,me and Sugu will be touching you there all the damn time. Just continue making yourself feel good,yeah? Want you to cum all over your little fingers so I can lick it off." With that bit of encouragement,you thrust deeper;curling the digits so far they're like hooks going into your sloppy cunt.

"Mmmm,look at your cute face. Making such adorable faces in the mirror for us.." Geto hums in your neck,lapping up with rouge from his bite with his slender tongue. Gojo grips your chubby face in his palm,"Right,look at those pudgy cheeks,just wanna bite em." He releases his hold and goes for a gentle nibble on the fat,almost suckling on it like a baby.

With a loud moan,your hand darts out to get a hold on Geto's hair;an action he revels in,loving the harsh pull on the silky strands. "Feels so good." You stammer. "Yeah? That feels good?" Geto purrs. You nod furiously,too caught up in your own pleasure to chatter anymore.

Geto and Gojo experience the same feeling—their eyes are shut in pure anticipation,their pretty swollen tips throbbing to let out the milky substance. You moan louder at the reflection in the mirror;the glass showing you the two men who are so close to falling off the brink of pleasure. The men who just look so desperate to spill all over your spread form.

Faster,harder,deeper is all the thought your mind allows you to even think. Your fingers are working overtime,trying to get over that brink of sweet ecstasy. With one hard thrust,your essence splays all over the mirror,distorting the clear reflection of the glass.

Geto cums soon after,then Gojo. As they do,they make it obvious the cum is all over your body. It mostly splatters on your thighs and your tummy.

You breathe heavily and look at them in astonishment,"Oh my God..."

You couldn't believe it,couldn't believe cumming in front of people you just met,couldn't believe letting them cum all over you,couldn't believe hearing them call you mate and say things like mate—isn't that really weird? You sit up away from the duo and look at them suspiciously. And again you feel more conscious without their touch on you.  More like you can clearly think and think logically.

"Why'd you wanna do this with me?" It's accusing,the question,it practically spews suspicion if it wasn't obvious enough. Geto reaches to touch your thigh,but you move away. "Don't touch me. I dunno what's going on with you two...but it's weird."

Gojo chuckles,"Aww,cutie are you feeling nervous? It's okay—" You cut him off with a desperate shout,"Answer my question! Please! Why?"

They look at each other for a few long seconds,thinking about what to say. You know they’re probably thinking about some elaborate lie that won’t even begin to fool you. How could you be so stupid? So easily wooed to do something so very intimate with these strangers? God,could you be anymore stupid?

They don’t give you any answers—no,the much bigger men tackle you onto the bed. Their hands grab all and any appendage that could fight back.

There it is again…that strange drossy feeling. It returns with a revenge time,it no longer feels like a light enjoyable feeling. Now it’s overtaking all your senses,stealing away your conscious mind.

“Sleep. You want to sleep. Sleep. You want to sleep.” Both of the voices chant to you,repeating the phrase over and over again. No! You don’t want to sleep,yet the more the repeat,the more they tell you what you want,the more your eyes begin to sag and you no longer see anything more.

Black.

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“No,Su’ you’re not covering her enough!” The annoyed voice of blue eyed man shouts. Geto huffs,”That’s all we have left in us. We could rub it in to scent her further. Calm down.”

Lips pout out in a childlike manner,”I’m just sayin so we can be careful. So many will probably want out mate,she’s so perfect for pups after all.” A chuckle follows,”You’re so possessive sometimes. No one will want her since we’ve marked her.”

“Oh,I’m possessive? You’re the one who said we should eat everyone just because that little guy friend of her touched her while making an escape. I—“Gojo points to his chest proudly,”just wanted to eat two or three but you got all murdery after he touched her.”

Geto rolls his black irises so far they disappear into the white of his socket,”Whatever. You would’ve ate them all anyways because you’re so damn jealous of others having her attention.” Gojo gasps,offending greatly,”Am not! I don’t get jealous like you!”

Geto laughs amused,knowing exactly how his life long friend works,”Alright,you win.” The white haired man hums triumphantly. Physically saying,”I know that’s right!”

“But are you sure we shouldn’t cum a little more on her?” Gojo cranes his head to look next to him,”No,we have to save some when we cum in her so we fertilize the eggs.” He nods,accepting the answer.

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When you wake up you’re greeted with the sight of loitering heads hanging above you.

You attempt to yelp only to have a hand roughly clap against your mouth. “Shhh,the yell will only echo in the cave.” A high voice says. Cave? Last time you checked you weren’t in a cave;the last location being a college dorm rooms.

The now known voice of Gojo exclaims,”I’m so happy you’re up though! Me and Geto were getting worried that we’d have to give you pups while you were asleep. Which is no fun cause we can’t hear your pretty little moans like that.” You cringe at his explanation—the thought of being used unconsciously giving you the creeps.

You get more creeped out though,the view of your surroundings not seeming so promising. There’s visible peeled human flesh in the cave,scattered around the stone. And the smell of old iron and rotten flesh takes over your nostrils. Oh God…you fingerfucked yourself in front of a bunch of monsters. And they probably want to eat you next too,just like your friends! Once they’re tired of you, you’re definitely on the menu.

Tears start streaming down your chubby face and your body begins to shake. “Just eat me already! Please don’t play with me and just eat me!” Your pathetic cries are met with laughter. This pauses your sobbing because why are they laughing at you?

“Oh my God! You’re so cute! Eat you? Noo!” Gojo folds over clutching his bare abdomen. Geto joins the laughter,”You’re so silly,we don’t want to eat you! You’re our mate! Imagine that,Gojo? Eating all our future pups like that!” Mate? Pups? These words sound familiar,like the ones they were saying the last time…intimacy happened.

Now that you look them in their true form you see why they chose the verbiage. They have scales matching their hair colors coating all four of their limbs,paired with gills on the neck’s and sides. As they laugh they also show their three rows of flesh piercing teeth. They were definitely some kind of animal like creature. But what?

“So you’re not gonna eat me?” You ask tentatively. Geto nods,”No,we want to make you our mate. That’s why we went through all that trouble of getting you.” Gojo urges in agreement,”Mhm! We just wanna fill you with pups and live with ya forever. And actually,”he lowers his hand down to his bare crotch gripping his already hard cock,”We’ve been meaning to do it soon as we brought you here. But you’re such a sleepyhead we had to wait til you woke up.”

You watch as he gives it a good stroke,looking you up and down as does so. And that’s when you realize you’re completely bare too;with some white milky substance coating your whole body. Another voice joins in,”Mhm,we’ve been dying to get inside you. And I don’t intend on waiting any longer.”

“W-Wait!” You try to protest but it’s no avail,Gojo is already on top of your naked body. Grips and gropes are felt all over from the monster,your chest,your plentiful body,your wide supple hips that sting as his hold won’t get any looser. He licks and bites every fiber in skin in front of him,everything being marked by his rough movements.

Geto comes in front of your laying position,stroking up and down as he watches his companion go feral with his urges. “Warm her up,Satoru. Make her feel good first.” He doesn’t respond verbally,his actions speaking loud enough for him;his mouth moves to suckle on the hard bud on top your breast aching for some type of stimulation.

You moan at the sensation only to be silenced by a passionate kiss from the long haired man. His tongue intertwines with yours creating a languid dance with the pink muscles. Gojo pops off your breast,sounding breathless and needy.

“I don’t wanna wait no more..Wanna be inside.” He whines,already lining up his cock with your soaked entrance. Geto sighs,”Maybe I should fuck her first…I’m more patient.” It’s a loud protest,”NO! Me! Please I want to first.”

You interrupt,swollen mouth readily to spew exactly what you want at this moment,”Just do it. Fuck me.” You don’t know what came over you to say that. Maybe it was their hypnotizing touch? They’re intimidatingly now known power over you? Or perhaps after months of being so harshly ignored you just needed this. Needed to be molded and groomed just to be something again…Whatever it is leads to the man on top of you finally giving into his desires.

With a shaky groan he impales you with his cock. He doesn’t halt nor wait for you to adjust—his urges of breeding being too strong. As he bucks into you he reshapes your legs to his satisfaction,bending them all the way against the fat of your stomach;indulging in the way the soft flesh jiggles with each rough piston of his hips.

“Good! Feel so good!” He howls into the echoing cave. “Look at you,taking it like such a good mate.” Geto purrs,rubbing his now scale textured palm on your soft face. “You see all the faces she makes when you’re fucking her,Saturo?”

“Y-Yeah! So cute!” He thrusts harder into your welcoming cunt,contorting himself to almost nuzzle your face every time he goes in and out of you. You whine and grip onto him,feeling an orgasm coming soon. You face twists into one of awaiting pleasure;the orgasm just teetering away from you.

“She’s about to cum! Go faster!” Geto encourages. Gojo,obliges,each of his harsh thrust definitely leaving bruising marks on the back of thighs and asscheeks.

Every movement is like a symphony—coordinating your final path to pleasure. The instruments? The clapping noises of Gojo prodding your hole roughly and passionately. The applause? The sweet noises you’d let fly past your tongue. And finally with one last shove into you,the orchestrater of your orgasm allowed you to sing his high praises.

You see white,yet Gojo doesn’t stop his hips—No he goes faster until he oozes into you hot white sticky semen. He stiffens for a second then reels back into the cavern,to the point his tip kisses your cervix. He stays in you until an odd sensation travels through your walls.

Orbs or something resembling a sphere fight against the strict wall of your womb. It starts with one,then the second,the the third,and the fourth is when you start to feel the invasion of whatever is being deposited in you.

“W-What’s going on?” Geto leans down and kisses your plump cheek,”Gojo’s giving you his pups. Don’t worry it’ll only hurt when they try to get into your womb,but you’re such a good mate you’ll take all of them.”

“A-All of them?” The reparation doesn’t help with understanding the idea. “All of them! And then you’re gonna take Sugu’s too! Isn’t that great?” Gojo joyfully informs you.

Your brain and body hurts so you simply just nod,pretending like you know what they mean. You’re tired. So tired that you lean into Geto’s gentle cupping of your face,closing your eyes;letting the two beings do whatever they want at this point.

Allowing yourself to be totally and wholly consumed by them.

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