#I’ve written so much

[capseycartwright]

i can’t believe all it took to fix my year long writers block was buck kissing a boy

[whumpsoda]

Lalala I’m gonna write a bunch of WSFSP and who gives a FUCKKK if it’s good or bad or if anyone actually reads it because it’s there so I can go back and read it and be proud of it :333

[royaltea000]

Would you rather have a twink dad or lesbian daughter

[fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma]

happy birthday to one of the greatest fics of all time <3 ( @bisexuallsokka , thank you for writing this masterpiece.)

[gardenofnoah]

“you’re going to hurt yourself like that, my love.”

you startle at the voice over you, having been nearly asleep.

“—uh?”

you turn your head to see Nanami looming over your side of the bed. if you were fully conscious, you would see the tiny look of mischief in his eyes as they roam your body, but you’re not, so you take it as his tendency to mother hen you.

and then he’s pushing you to the middle of the bed despite your whining, climbing in beside you. you try to settle in and find you’re still being moved—he’s on his back, shuffling himself down the bed and pulling one of your legs over his chest. you feel him turn his face into your belly in a move that feels suspiciously like nuzzling.

“what’re y’doin,” you slur, a little petulant at being woken up like this, despite it being well past the time you meant to rejoin the living and despite your own desire to seek out the warmth he’s emitting next to you.

“you’re going to hurt your hip, laying like that,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. he runs a hand up the back of your thigh and over your hip, and you sigh a little bit, comforted by the feeling of him.

“i don’t know how you sleep like that,” he continues, absentmindedly dragging his fingers over your skin, making you shiver every now and then.

“feels good,” you grumble, face shoved into the pillow. talking about your bizarre sleeping position and maybe also the way the rough pads of his fingers leave a trail of warmth in their wake. you think you hear him chuckle softly, and you feel him press a kiss to the skin of your belly, right above the hem of your sleep shorts.

it’s soft, chaste—and then it’s not, and you suck in a breath when you feel him kiss you there again, feeling the tip of his tongue drag along the skin that stretches over your hip bone.

and evidently he hears your sharp inhale, because you feel a strong arm sneak around your lower back, pulling you closer to him.

“was still sleeping, you know,” but it’s lost all of its bite and you’re a little breathless now, fixated on the way his free hand slides up the back of your thigh to brush over the sensitive spot just under the curve of your ass.

“go to sleep then,” he says into the soft of your belly, pressing another kiss, opening his mouth a little wider to catch the skin of it between his teeth. he’s turned into you now, and despite yourself, you drag your leg up from his chest so it’s over his shoulder.

he moves to rest his head against your thigh that’s trapped underneath him, and distantly you think that it is more comfortable like this— his head squeezed between your legs having alleviated some of the pressure against your hip from laying on your side. that thought quickly becomes muddled in your head when you feel him latch on to the skin of your inner thigh that rests against his face.

you whine, hips bucking weakly as you squirm under tongue and teeth—both leaning into and trying to get away from the sting of his bite.

“my sweet love,” he coos, running his tongue over the fresh bruise, placating you. you shiver, pressing your face further into the pillow to try to breathe—to ground yourself despite the heat that curls up your spine. he stops, then, and you peak down at him to find that he’s staring back up at you.

“hi,” you whisper, fighting another shudder at the way his lips pull at the corners into a smirk that looks absolutely sinful on him.

“good morning,” he drawls, deep and far too awake. he rests his chin in the space between your hips, pressing a quick kiss above your pubic bone. your hips buck toward him a tiny bit, and his smirk widens when he feels it.

you bring a hand down to run it through his hair, tangling in the blond strands and scratching at his scalp. he closes his eyes and hums, deep in his chest, nuzzling into your thigh. it makes you smile, and it makes you ache.

“want you, ken,” you murmur, squeezing him gently between your thighs and reveling in the groan he lets out.

“i know, sweetheart,” he coos, hands coming up again to grope whatever skin he can reach and pressing a tiny kiss through your shorts, “i can smell you.”

[imbiactually-28]

as someone who has taken a few greek myth/history courses in university, i just want to say that i’m so happy that they took the kleos route in the new pjo show.

in all the myths, with achilles’ and heracles’ being the most prominent, kleos/eternal glory drives why they do what they do. they want to be recognized by others for their feats for as long as possible

without spoiling, with clarisse, luke, annabeth, grover, and percy’s story lines it really makes sense cause they’re all trying to find their own kleos

[ricky-mortis]

I heard that Corey Dorris sang Show Stopping Number at Innit- so I present: Corey!Hidgens

[lets-go-hurt-someone]

Am I the only one who actually prefers the Araj confession from Astarion? I see so many people wax poetic about the “nice, simple plan” scene and how much better it is that I want to wax poetic a little about my favourite.

The first time I played BG3, I didn’t know anything about Astarion’s background and I thought he was a jerk. When I first ran into Araj at Moonrise, I was surprised that he wasn’t interested in biting her, but he gave his reasons and I was like, damn, okay, that sucks but I’m not gonna force him to do anything. He said no, so it’s a no. Then I moved on, and genuinely thought nothing of it.

When he hit me with the Araj confession at camp, when he explained how he felt in front of her and how easy it would have been to just grin and bear it and do as he was told, I started crying. Sometimes I struggle to even put into words the emotions it brought up — not the smallest of which was the realisation that I had had more respect for this video game character that I didn’t even like at the time than a lot of people had ever had for me, a real fucking human being.

So I love absolutely everything about that scene, from the writing to the performance to all the different ways it can play out. I know the other confession is more cute and sweet and romantic, but the Araj one held up a mirror to me and genuinely made me confront myself and change how I approach intimacy. Which is kind of an embarrassing thing to say about a video game romance scene but here I am saying it.

Because if this fucking rude ass pixel boy (affectionate) can learn to be honest about his needs and limits and have them respected, then so can I, goddamnit. And that will always be so much more profound to me than a nice, simple plan that fell apart.

[bluwurld]

BULLY SATOSUGU MASTERLIST

< on going series >

FULL LENGTH FICS

Hallway hell — pt. I

Mean & Meaner — pt. II

Sundress Safety — pt. III

ASKS/DABBLES

short dabbles based on your requests & ideas • These are so much fun to do and I’m always looking forward to more • thirsts are always welcome so type away !!

bully!Satosugu taking pics of you

study sessions with bully!Satosugu

bully!Satosugu leaking your pics?

bully!Satosugu if you got a bf

bully!Satosugu reacting to you getting mad at them

bully!Satosugu giving you your first tattoo

bully!Satosugu feeling bad for making you cry :(

bully!Satosugu + sukuna?

[planetkiimchi]

send my love | l.jh

featuring: music producer!jihoon x musician!reader, secret relationship

word count: 936 words

summary — jihoon accidentally exposes your relationship with a slip of his tongue… in front of an entire school of students.

author’s note: had sm fun writing this and doing the bonus part <3 inspired by the songwriter that came to my school today!

Jihoon stands backstage, listening to the first few seconds of your song, “breaking down walls”, play. When it stops playing, the chorus of voices doesn’t stop, and he’s shocked to hear the students singing the lyrics to the song the two of you co-wrote together, their voices loud and clear in the multi-purpose hall.

He’d thought it would stop, but he swears only the first 3 seconds of the song were played, yet they sing all the way to the chorus before stopping.

Still in a daze, he barely notices when he’s signalled to go onstage, but he pulls himself together and does exactly that. He’s prepared a presentation for the students, to let them know a little bit more about songwriting and how he came to write songs, and a few tips he has for anyone who might be looking to become a songwriter.

He was invited to speak because your song was a top hit, and the lyrics were about breaking down the barriers of mental illnesses with the help of medication, proper treatment, good relationships and healthy coping strategies.

Mental health is something that he’s struggled with for a while. Every time he feels low, and his mental health is waning, he writes a song about it.

He writes about other things, but his favourites are probably the songs that he writes coming out of a slump caused by executive dysfunction, when he manages to get his life back on track again.

The school he’s visiting is holding activities for mental health week, and this presentation he’s giving is among the last few before they wrap up the week.

Of course, Jihoon mentions you in his presentation, because you’re the singer of “breaking down walls”, a song that the two of you wrote over a series of months, rarely exiting the studio except occasionally to get food. He probably calls you stunning a couple of times—he can’t remember, but he’s always found you the better looking between both of you anyway. You’re also more popular, so he apologises that you can’t be there because you’re busy preparing for your concert the day after.

He was nervous getting onstage to speak to such a large audience, and he can’t say he’s ever been gifted at public speaking, but he thinks he does an okay job. The crowd is relatively quiet, and he hopes the soft buzz is just the students excitedly talking about the content of his presentation.

When he’s finished delivering his points, one of the music teachers that he briefly met backstage comes onstage. Two students bring out two chairs for the two of them to sit, and the Q&A segment starts.

Jihoon feels that this is the part he was most nervous for. Before getting onstage, he wondered what he would say when asked about this song. It’s very close to his heart, and while he’s co-written a different song before, with a different friend, about mental health too, it wasn’t really the same. It’s hard to explain, but the you and his other friend have different styles, and he thinks “breaking down walls” holds a special place in his heart. It’s truly an irreplaceable song.

Because of how important “breaking down walls” is to him, Jihoon finds it difficult to articulate his emotions without feeling extremely overwhelmed, and he’s afraid tears may start flowing if he thinks too much about it.

However, his fears are eased when the teacher begins speaking. The teacher asks Jihoon simple questions like what’s his favourite song he’s written, and one of your songs that he finds criminally underrated.

These are easy to answer; he barely hesitates before launching into a full-blown explanation for his two choices, and he’s bolstered by the cheers of agreement from the students.

Jihoon gets really into it when asked about “breaking down walls”, managing to word his feelings without getting too emotional. After all that worrying, he’s impressed with himself when he manages to phrase it as “writing lyrics from the bottom of his heart, with all of his soul”, expressing his gratitude for all the support the two of you have received for this song.

As the teacher brings the Q&A segment to a close, the students burst into a round of applause. Jihoon thinks you might want to see how much admiration they have for you, so, taking out his phone, he says, “I’ll send Y/n my love—I mean, your love.”

He doesn’t blush, but his palms grow sweaty. He subtly wipes them on his lap before hitting the “record” button on his phone.

”Hey, Y/n. I hope you’re having a good time preparing for the concert. There are some people who’d like to say hi to you.” He smiles, thinking about how you’ll look receiving his message in the middle of rehearsals, hoping he can give you a boost in energy.

He turns the camera around to show the students, who—to their credit—cheer so loudly his eardrums feel like they’re going to burst. When he turns it back to himself, Jihoon says, “That’s all I have to say. Enjoy the rehearsals!”

He stops recording, and turns to the students. “I’ll send it to them and let you know. Thank you so much for having me.”

He’s escorted away from the venue with a gift from the school, but all he can think of is the way he slipped up onstage. He still sends the video, but he receives a notification on X first.

Clicking it open, he finds something that makes his face turn pink. He’s glad he slipped up, after all.

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Bonus (the tweet in question):

[serqphites]

Thinking of g!p lee harker with a mommy kink….

oh my fucking god you might be onto something…

i’d also like to make it known that i have never written for men/dicks(?) before because i’m a big old lesbian so im sorry if it’s not accurate!

warnings! g!p, not pulling out, breeding? mommy issues, crying during sex

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heavy thoughts of lee waking up with morning wood…

the two of you spooning, her dick poking into your back as she squirms uncontrollably, desperate to not wake you.

well jokes on her because you were already awake!

deciding to mess with her, you back your ass up against her growing bulge. god the noises she makes.

“really lee? this early?” your tone is mocking as you chuckle at her, feeling your girlfriend jump slightly upon unexpectedly hearing your voice.

less than a minute later you’re grinding your ass against her hard cock through her boxers, precum seeping through and leaking onto your pj bottoms.

lee is embarrassed to tell you she has a mommy kink (i mean girly we know what ur moms like it’s kinda obvious)

“do you think we could try something tonight?” someone tell me why is bro looking at you like a stray kitten begging for food??

“of course baby, what’d you have in mind?” needless to say you aren’t shocked when she reveals she’d like to try out calling you mommy. you’d definitely noticed before that she seemed to enjoy being taken care of. like yeah sure who wouldn’t? but with lee you could just feel how different it was. it felt more like something she craved rather than something she simply enjoyed.

some examples include; why did she blush so fiercely when you brushed her hair? why did she get so shy if you showed you were proud of her? why did she always get a hard on if you cared a little too deeply for her…? (not that that’s physically possible bc hello?? save me awkward lesbian)

cut to that same night, lees hands gripping the backs of your thighs as you straddle her lap. you could feel her growing beneath you, your hips naturally beginning to roll against it, her bulge hitting your clit almost perfectly.

you now find yourself sat on lees hard cock, her girth filling you in a way only she could. you wanted her so bad, needed her so bad. yet you didn’t move.

“baby… please?” she sounds so fucking pathetic underneath you, her hips bucking as she grows needier and needier for your pleasure.

“baby? i thought you wanted to call me something else tonight” lee whimpers at your voice alone.

“please… mommy please- need you s’bad” yeah you’re bouncing on it.

she’s a fucking mess, her eyes sealed shut as she assists your bounces down onto her throbbing dick.

“you’re doing so good lee, so good for mommy” despite your head being rolled back with your own eyes also squeezed shut, you still don’t miss the way your girlfriends thrusts speed up and the whimpers slowly turn into quiet cries.

you panic momentarily, stopping and moving to face her once more. before you even get a chance to ask if she was okay lee has started bouncing you in and out of herself once more, her nails digging into your hips as she more than just guides your bounces this time.

“good tears… please don’t stop… fuck- fuck mommy please don’t stop… m’so close” all you needed to hear was good tears before you continued your previous movements, this time rolling your hips on every bounce to help push lee over the edge.

her cries turn into pants, her pants eventually coming to a halt before a long exaggerated moan escapes from her lips, her warm seed filling up your cunt just perfectly. that ends up doing it for you also, lee biting her lip so hard she draws blood as she jolts underneath you, only enduring the overstimulating sensations to allow you to ride out your high.

once you’re both settled into bed and ready for sleep, you turn to face your extremely smiley girlfriend.

“take it you enjoyed it?”

“not at all” with a sarcastic roll of her eyes, she leans over to press one last kiss to your soft lips before you two say your goodnights, both falling asleep fantasising about your earlier activities.

[myokk]

Her kisses were all-consuming and he felt his heart surrendering to her with every gentle nip, losing himself in the feeling of her. Her soft body pressing tightly against him, her breathy moans, the soft hair at the nape of her neck, her taste.

When Eloise finally pulled away from him, breathing heavily as their foreheads pressed together and their eyes locked, Sebastian was dazed and content and...happy. Merlin, he was so happy. Her cheeks were bright pink, and her lips were swollen and red and smiling up at him. His breath caught in his throat - he didn't think he had ever seen anything so beautiful as Eloise in that moment. Sebastian knew that he was grinning like a fool but he didn't care.

Happiness was bubbling up in his body and he was leaning down to kiss her again because it would never be enough and -

She started coughing.

Eloise abruptly pulled away from him, covering her mouth with her sleeve as she doubled over. A terrible, horrible, familiar wracking cough that Sebastian never thought he would hear again.

When she pulled her sleeve away from her mouth, there were little flecks of blood.

They both looked at each other in horror.

"Eloise..." he started, his voice cracking. The balloon of happiness that had filled him burst and he felt himself crashing back to the grim reality that had been his life for too long. Arms hanging limply at his sides. When his voice came out again, it was a whisper. He could barely choke the words out.

"...what did you do?"

their first kiss😇😇😇

[wynandcore]

Okay lemme go crazy for a sec

Season 2, episode 9: Guilt

When Tron’s simulation machine malfunctions while he’s attached to it, Beck has no choice but to manually figure out what’s wrong, getting transported into Tron’s system. Time for a trip down memory lane.

As Beck travels through Tron’s system, things start to freak out, as it slowly starts trying to fit Beck into these simulations so as not to disrupt or alter them. This leads to him being put in some weird positions.

When Beck finally gets to the dream simulation that led the machine to malfunction, he finds a horrifying sight.

If Tron doesn’t stop, he’ll end up not just hurting his subconscious.

[feyreswaterybowels]

⭒The Silent One⭒

#4 Azriel x Fem!OC

⭒Part 1⭒Part 2⭒Part 3⭒Part 4⭒

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary: Cassandra visits Vale. They get the information they need and Cassandra…gets revenge and we see a glimpse of her powers lurking under the surface.

Warnings/Tags: graphic depiction of violence. mentioned/implied rape. mentioned/implied castration. female rage. protective!azriel. protective!bat boys.

Authors Note: All likes, comments and reblogs are welcome, appreciated and encouraged! Let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list! Bold italics are mental communication, regular italics are inner thoughts.

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“What’s going on?” Cassandra asked, looking at Rhysand then Azriel. 

“Is everything okay?” Morrigan asks, setting her bags down, Cassandra following suit. 

“We tried to question Vale today,” Rhysand responded, straightening out his suit jacket. Glancing at Azriel, who still wore that look of pure death. 

“Tried?” Morrigan asks, her own arms folding across her chest. 

Rhysand took in a deep breath, looking at Cassandra, a slight frown on his face. 

“He said he’ll only answer our questions if you’re in the room—” 

“No.” Morrigan cuts him off immediately, straightening her spine.

“Mor,” Rhysand warns. 

“You’re actually considering it? You would let her be in a room with that—that monster,” She snarled, stepping closer to her friend’s side.

Cassanda’s eyes met Azriel’s again, less intense as if to comfort her but his shadows still a fury around him.

“He wouldn’t get anywhere near her. It’s not your decision, Morrigan,” Rhysand said, mouth in a tight line. 

“It’s not yours either, it’s Cassandra’s,” Azriel said, “He doesn’t have to touch her to cause more trauma. You do not have to see him if you don’t want to.” 

“But it would be a great help to easily get the information from him,” Rhysand said, giving his brother a warning look. 

Cassandra chewed on her bottom lip. Morrigan was still standing partially in front of her, legs spread apart, arms crossed as if she would fight Rhysand if he tried to step towards her. Rhysand had an expecting look on his face and Cassian looked…awkward? Maybe he didn’t like his friends arguing this way. Cassandra knew she didn’t. 

“What would I do, just stand there? Would I—would I have to talk to him?” She asked, and Rhys shook his head. 

“No, of course not and yes you would just be there in the room,” Rhysand answers and Azriel hisses. 

“That is not the full truth,” He says, siphons surging on the back of his hands, shadows darting in every direction. 

“Azriel—”

“Tell me, Rhysand, please. I can handle it. I want to help but I have to know what I’m getting into,” She said, straightening herself out, stepping from behind Morrigan. How could she expect them to believe she could handle things if she stayed cowering behind Morrigan or Azriel? She could do this.

Azriel fixed her with a look, as if he was proud of her actions. 

“He initially asked for Neema. She shut that down quickly. He then specifically asked for you because he…wants to look at you,” Rhysand explains and Cassandra felt her stomach flip, nausea overcoming her. 

“I can get the answers we need in other ways without traumatizing her further,” Azriel growls at his brother, noticing her distress, “Cassandra, you don’t have to—”

“Look at me,” She repeated breathlessly. Blinking her eyes furiously to fight the images trying to flash before her. “That’s what he used to do. He couldn’t touch me because I would be damaged goods—he’d get less money for me. So he would make me stand there unclothed and look at me while he touched himself or Neema. Just let me look at you is what he would say.” 

She heard the harsh breath Rhysand let out, she didn’t look his way. 

“Cassandra,” It’s Azriel’s voice in her head but she shakes her head, breathing deeply.

In. Out.

In. Out.

In. Out. 

She opens her eyes and looks into those hazel ones, patients and concern swirling there. 

“You’ll be there?” She asked, and he nodded instantly. 

“Of course, I’ll be there,” He answers.  She nods to herself. Thinking. 

“What happens to him after he’s questioned?” She ask, would he be let go? Locked away?

“He’ll be killed,” Rhysand answers bluntly. 

“Good.” Is her answer. “I’ll do it.” 

“You’re sure?” Azriel asks, worry creasing those brows while a relieved look comes over Rhysand’s face. 

“Yes,” She answered. “When?” 

“The sooner the better,” Rhysand said, and though he still looked relieved that Cassandra agreed she could see the apology in those violet eyes. 

“I would like to put my things away first,” She said, Azriel crossing the short distance between them. 

“I’ll help you bring your bags up,” He offered, giving her no room to protest before he scooped her bags up easily. 

As they entered the house she could hear Mor as she began yelling at Rhysand. 

Azriel let her lead the way to her bedroom, she was getting fairly good at navigating the halls. She liked to roam around in the middle of the night when everyone else was sleeping. This house was huge but she was sure she could get to the main areas of the house with little to no help. 

When they got to her room she pushed the door open and walked in. She looked over her shoulder to see Azriel standing at the door. She raised an eyebrow in question and the corner of his mouth quirked up slightly. 

“I can’t come in, remember,” He says, and she was glad to see some of that light amusement return to his eyes. 

“Oh, well, come in,” she said, he looked skeptical for a moment before slowly extending his leg through the doorway before stepping fully in. 

“Rhys doesn’t mess around with his wards,” He says when he notices the look on her face. “If you hadn’t invited me in and I tried to just walk in I would have ricochet off it straight into the wall back there.” 

Cassandra let out a breathy laugh, gesturing to the bed for Azriel to put the bags down. 

“Did you have a good day with Mor?” He asked gently and she turned to him with a small smile and nodded. She was grateful he asked. Talking about the day would distract her from what they were going to do after this. 

“It was amazing, Azriel! I've never experienced anything like that. It was a bit overwhelming if I’m honest but Morrigan made it easy to enjoy myself,” She smiled again as he perched himself on the end of the bed, his attention focused fully on her. She grabbed one of the bags pulling it over—the one with all of the pastries in it. 

“We went to this lovely little bakery,” she started, pulling out various treats. “Morrigan told me to pick out anything I wanted—everything looked and smelled so good, it was hard to choose.”

“It does smell delicious,” Azriel agreed, eyes scanning over the arrangement of food laid out on the bed, wrapped in papers and boxes. 

“These two bags are just some clothes Morrigan helped me pick out, that one is a gown, I’m still not sure what I would need it for but it is very pretty,” She told him, grabbing that bag, unzipping it to show him the gown, the one that perfectly matched his siphons. If he noticed he didn’t comment. 

“That is very pretty, you could wear it for Starfall coming up,” He said, a small smile on his face when she looked up at him. 

“Do you think it would be possible for me to visit my mothers grave that day?” She asked, as Starfall was one of the few good memories she had with her mother. 

“Of course, you never have to ask, we can go visit her any time you’d like,” Azriel promises, “What else did you get?”

Cassandra smiled at him, showing him the rest of her haul from the day. He snickered at the books but just as Morrigan had, said he would be more than happy to help her learn to read. It made her happier than he probably realized. 

After she finished showing him everything he stepped out of the room so she could freshen up—change her clothes and mentally prepare herself. 

She changed into an outfit that was a bit too big for her. Long sleeves and long pants. She didn’t want him to see her skin, she didn’t want him to see her at all. But what he did to Neema? To so many other girls? To her? She couldn’t sit by and not help get answers, justice. 

She knew Azriel noted the outfit she was wearing but chose not to say anything. 

“We’re going to winnow there, are you okay with that? We haven’t done it since that first night,” Azriel asked and Cassandra simply nodded, stepping closer to him, tucking her wings close to her back as he wrapped an arm around her. 

The place they arrive at was beautiful yet terrifying. 

“Where are we?” She asked, looking around. He doesn’t answer out loud as he leads her down a dark avenue. 

“This is the Hewn City. The rest of Prythian does not know of the existence of Velaris. They believe Rhysand only rules over this part of the Night Court—the Court of Nightmares.” 

“Oh.” Is her answer, she tries not to look at anything or anyone as thet move through the streets of this underground city—no, not underground, inside of a mountain. She wondered if it was the same mountain the House of a wind was on—she would ask later.

The walk was mostly silent. They walked across many bridges and flights of stairs. Going through most of the city. Down and around and down some more. Her legs and feet hurt and just when she was ready to tell Azriel she couldn’t go anymore they halted. 

Cassandra looked at him in question. He simply nodded towards the wall, she didn’t see anything. 

“He’s behind here,” Azriel explains, his eyes scanning her face. 

“Okay,” she nodded slowly, not totally understanding since there was no door. 

“Rhys will be there the entire time. Cassian will be there the entire time. I will be with you the entire time. Don't be fearful. Don’t let him scare you. If you find yourself feeling uncomfortable tell me immediately and I’ll get you out of there. He’s chained up, he will not lay a finger on you. If he even tried he would die,” Azriel promised. She looked up at him, unease filling her and took in a deep breath as he added , “Would you feel safer if I gave you this?” 

She looked down, in his outstretched hand laid a black hilted dagger with a sharp and shiny blade. 

She reached out, taking it gently from his hand. 

“I’ve never used one before,” she whispered, looking down at the knife in her hand. 

“You won’t need to use it, but if you did Truth Teller wouldn’t let you miss,” Azriel spoke confidently. “You ready?”

 She looked up at him and nodded her head. 

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Azriel hated this. Hated it. His shadows hissed in ear not to bring her in. To protect her. To grab her and take her back to the House of Wind. 

And though he wanted to, he wouldn’t do that to her. She deserved to make her own decisions but this just felt so wrong. 

But after he sheathed Truth Teller and tied it around her waist he felt slightly better. 

She didn’t know the weight of the dagger, its power or what it meant to him. All that mattered in this moment is it made her feel safe and it gave him some peace of mind that if somehow this piece of shit got through three warriors she had a weapon that could kill. 

“Lets go,” he says, offering his hand to her, she places it there gently and much to her surprise they turn to the wall and he led her straight through. 

On the other side was a dark hall, no doors, lit only by a few lights and she grasped Azriel’s hand tighter. 

“This is where we keep a majority of prisoners that haven’t been sentenced for crimes or are being questioned,” Azriel explained, voice low and quiet.  

“Is Kamari here?” 

“No, she’s in a cell under the House of Wind. She’s not dangerous—a terrible person yes, but not dangerous to anyone she could potentially interact with. We don’t want this guy anywhere near the females and too many of them live and work at the house. That’s why he’s here. No one can get in here except Rhys, Cassian, myself and anyone we choose to allow in,” Azriel explained, stopping at another seemingly empty stretch of wall. “How are you feeling?” 

“I’m okay,” she said, fingers twisting at her side. “I’m scared to see him.”  

“You don’t need to be scared but do you want to leave?” Azriel asks, taking a step closer to her, ready to scoop her up and take her home. 

“No, I want to do this,” she shook her head. 

“Okay, he’s right on the other side of this wall,” Azriel explained, trying to prepare her. “When we first walk in, his back will be to us so you don’t have to see his face straight away. You’re welcome to stand but there are chairs if you’d like to sit. Rhysand will be in charge of the interrogation if you believe he’s lying about something or leaving details out don’t hesitate to tell one of us. Rhys says he’ll have communications open so you can talk to him or Cassian easily if you need to. You do not have to speak to this guy but he will try to speak to you. He’s going to want to scare, to tell you all of the things he’s done—he knows what his fate is after we get what we want from him. You have the power here. You say stop then we stop and I take you out of there.” 

Azriel watches as she takes a shaky break, closing her eyes to calm herself. When she opens them Azriel is still standing there patiently. 

“Okay. Okay, I’m good,” She nods her head in a way that’s reassuring to herself, grazing her hand over Truth Teller before dropping her hands to her side. 

She watches as Azriel approaches the wall, stepping through easily as they had done before. Another deep breath, wiping her sweaty palms across her pants before she too walks forward, straight through the wall. 

The room is a bit brighter than the hallway and it takes her eyes a moment to adjust before they fix on the figure in the middle of the room. His blue skin and the clothes he’s wearing looks dirty, he’s chained to a chair and his head turns slightly as if sensing she entered the room, but not enough to see her yet. She wanted to cling to the wall and beg Azriel to come back to her side.

But she didn’t. 

She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of cowering.

She knew the three men in this room wouldn’t allow any harm to come to her. She scanned the room, there were two chairs further away from where the male was sitting while Rhysand sat in one directly in front of the male just a few steps away. Cassian stood with his back to a large stone, giving her a small nod when they made eye contact and Azriel stood there behind the man—in a spot she could see him from wherever she chose to stand, a look on his face she hadn’t quite seen before. She could tell only one thing about that look though, he would enjoy killing Vale. 

Cassandra made her way to the opposite wall of where she had entered, choosing not to sit but to stand, using the wall as support, keeping her wings tucked as she leaned back against the wall. 

“Come on High Lord, give me my sight back now. You said I would be able to see her,” Vale hissed, the sound of his voice like a shot of ice down her spine, she suppressed the reaction easily enough. 

Rhysand looked over his shoulder at Cassandra, silently asking her if she was okay, if she was ready. She simply nodded. He waved his hand and those eyes, the ones she still had dreams about suddenly zeroed in on her. It took everything in her to suppress any reaction that time. 

A grin spread across his face as his eyes tracked her body. Up and down, taking in every detail. 

“Wow. Look at you,” he said, licking his lips, “you look even better than I remember. I…wish I could see more.” 

“Yeah, well you can’t,” Cassian is the one to answer. 

“What no hello?” Vale grinned again. 

“She’s not required to speak to you, that wasn’t part of the deal,” Rhysand’s voice thundered through the room. 

“Not that she could anyway” Vale sniggered, nodding his head, eyes still trained on Cassandra. “Alright come on, ask me the questions.” 

He sounded bored but Cassandra wasn’t stupid and neither were any of the males in that room. There was fear in those black eyes. He did indeed know his fate. 

“How long have you been in the business of purchasing females and selling them to sex houses?” Rhysand asked. 

“I don’t know, a year maybe,” Vale groans at the look Rhysand gives home. “Look, man, I drink and smoke myself out every day I lose a good bit of time.” 

“I was at the pleasure house with Kamari for 2 years and with him for almost a year.” Cassandra says, and Rhys nods in acknowledgment. 

“Wanna think a little harder about that? It’s definitely been more than a year,” Rhysand said, Vale narrowing his eyes into slits. 

“How could you possibly know that? Why ask if you’re just gonna say I’m lying?” Vale bares his teeth at Rhysand. 

“Why lie in the first place? You know your fate, lying won’t change that. You know I could enter your mind and destroy it in a second while getting the answers I seek. I’m doing you a courtesy by asking this way.”

Vale is silent for a moment before glancing at Cassandra. “Four years.” 

“How many women did you buy and sell during that time? How did you find them?” Rhysand asked, Vale took a deep breath, looking up at the roof as if thinking. 

“Probably eighty,” He says, Rhys’ face hardens further at that—Cassian’s mouth falling open slightly. 

“Eighty women in four years? Or 80 every year for four years?” Rhys asks through clenched teeth.

“Eighty in all four years,” Vale confirms and while it’s a relief, that’s still a lot of women. “Most of them were sold to me by family members who owed me money, but couldn't pay it back so they sold me a daughter, wife, sister instead.” 

“How did you learn of these pleasure houses buying females from people like you?” Rhysand asked. 

“Word gets around the streets. There’s only three that will buy the females. The Velvet Pearl, Hidden Desires and Lavender house. Kamari recruits men to find the women and sells them for money—usually addicts looking for a fix. She buys her drugs from me, that's how I got started.” Vale explained. 

“How many of them did you keep for yourself?” Rhysand asked, and Vale just laughed. 

“Not as many as you might think. It never even crossed my mind to have a little fun with the merchandise before selling to the pleasure houses. Neema—she’s the only one I ever kept seeing as she’s my mate and all,” Vale confessed and Cassandra couldn’t stop the gasp she took in. 

“That’s right,” Vale grinned. “The bond snapped into place the night her brother sold her to me.” 

“And you thought that was the proper way to treat your mate,” Cassian snarls. Vale simply shrugs his shoulders, looking back at Cassandra. 

“If she hadn’t been my mate though, I would have kept you,” Vale said, smiling at Cassandra. “Everything I did to her I would have done to you—including removing those horrid wings. Tell me, which one of these bastards got the pleasure of bending you over and fucking you—”

Vale’s rant is cut off when one of Azriel’s shadows wraps around his throat. The blue skinned male chokes, eyes widening. 

“I’d watch your fucking mouth if I were you,” Azriel hisses, only letting up his shadow’s grip when Cassandra nods her head at him. 

“At least any one of these males could get a woman into their bed without having to rape her,” Cassandra retorts, Cassian snorting out an amused laugh, relaying the message when Vale looked his way, turning back and snarling at Cassandra like a rabid wolf.

The interrogation went on for what felt like hours. Vale answered the questions Rhysand asked. Cassandra confirmed if he was being truthful or not for certain things. And they all stood there as he described every awful, vile, disgusting thing he did to the women he bought and sold. How he had brutalized and assaulted them before selling them off to be salves for pleasure houses. 

He knew none of their names. None except Neema. He didn’t even know Cassandra’s name and she was standing right there in front of him. 

He did however know the names of all the ones who sold the females—they now had a list of where to start, of how to find the females that had been sold off to the three pleasure houses. 

It’s was when they were getting ready to leave that things started going sideways. Azriel had check in many times with Cassandra to make sure she was okay. And she had been, despite this feeling in her stomach, this thrumming that made her skin feel like it was vibrating. 

“So, I guess it would be out of line to ask for a turn with you before I go out?” Vale laughed, leering at Cassandra. And it was Cassian’s fist that landed the blow to his face. 

“Fuck! You know,” Vale continued with a  laugh, blood dripping from his mouth, “your father almost sold me your sister instead. Pretty little thing she is.” 

He just wants to rile you up. 

He wants to scare you.

He wants a reaction. 

“Only he wouldn’t have got as much for her cause she’d had sex with some male. She was used—but man, if he had I would have kept her, too, I would have taken both of you and kept you just like that little bitch in my basement—“

Cassandra snarled and something inside of her snapped. Before anyone could blink she was across the room Truth Teller gripped in her hand and pressed against Vale’s throat as she crouched over him. Black eyes widened in shock—fear. Good. He wasn’t expecting it. 

“Cassandra?” Azriel’s concerned voice sounded muffled and far away. She didn’t take her eyes away from the man cowering beneath her. 

“She can shield?!” is Cassian's alarmed shout. 

“Cassandra?!” Rhys calls out, feeling whatever shield was around her vibrate as he sent a blast of magic into it. 

“I don’t think she can hear us, Rhys!” Azriel calls out. 

Cassandra could hear them but the look on Vale’s face was too satisfying to look away from. She pressed the dagger harder against his neck, digging it into the skin there, scenting his blood. 

“Are you afraid?” She asked, faces only inches apart. She wasn’t sure how she was talking to him but she didn’t care either. Not when the smell of blood mixed with urine as he pissed on himself. 

“Please, p—please,” he begged, trying to pull away from the blade digging into his throat. 

“Cassandra, come on, let the shield down, love!” 

“I remember begging you like that before you took my tongue. I shouldn’t let them kill you, everything you did to me, to Neema, to all those other girls you deserve to have done to you,” she snarls, Truth Teller thrumming in her hand as if encouraging her to slit his throat and watch him bleed out. 

“What the hell is happening, Rhys?” Cassian’s voice rings outside of that shield. 

“Fuck!” Azriel hisses as he tries to touch that shield, his hand bouncing off of it immediately. 

“I should take your eyes,” she declared. “So that you can never look at anyone again. I should take your tongue the way you took mine. Chop off your cock so you can never fuck again. I should do all that and let you live with it every day of your miserable life!” 

He cries out, struggling under her and she laughs. Right there in his face she laughs.

This is the male she had been afraid of?

This is the male that tortured her everyday in that basement? This pathetic excuse of a male. 

“Absolutely pathetic,” she spits, snarling at him. 

She drops Truth Teller from her hand, falling somewhere between their bodies as she grips his head on either side. “Look at me!” She bellows, forcing his eyes to meet hers. Panicked terror looked back at her and she smiled. 

“Kill me, just kill me, please!” He begged, thrashing under her, her wings spreading to keep herself stead where she was crouched over him—drowning out the voices beyond the shield. He’d had no remorse for anyone else, he deserved no remorse. She leans down, close to his ear, changing her grip on his head. 

“No,” she mouths against his ear as it echoes in his head. Then her thumbs are pressing into those black soulless eyes, his screams echoing around them with nowhere to go, pressing and pressing until they pop. Turning into a bloody mess under her hands. His screams don’t stop as she speaks. 

“You’ll never see again,” she said, grabbing Truth Teller once again sliding it along his exposed skin. “You're lucky I don’t take your hands and tongue. I won’t take your life either. You’ll suffer the way me and so many other girls did.” 

She slides off of him, his screams turning into whimpering cries. 

“Cassandra?” The voice sounded normal again and she looked up, green eyes meeting violet. “Are you okay?” 

“Am I okay?” She asked, glancing at the man she had just maimed without a second thought. 

“I’m not worried about him, are you okay?” Rhysand asks again, taking a step closer to her.

“I’m okay,” she nods, slipping Truth Teller back into its sheath, not hiding the angry tears that welled in her eyes. “I want him to have to live with what he’s done. Death will be too kind for the offenses he’s committed—for the way he’s violated so many.” 

“If you no longer wish death on this male so be it, we will lock him away to rot for the rest of his days,” Rhysand promises and I nod my head. 

“I only have one request,” I tell him, glancing at the man still moaning and whimpering—whispering to himself about his eyes being gone and begging for mercy. 

“What is it?” Rhysand asked. 

“Take his cock,” I demand, there’s no question or judgement in those eyes. He nods but Azriel is the one to speak up. 

“Done.” 

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Blushing Game

(Mystreet boys x reader)

How long does it take to make them blush?

Garroth

- bro folds almost immediately lmao

- He definitely tries!! After all, he was used to putting on a face in front of others back in O’Khasis. Surely this wouldn’t be too different

- But there’s no hiding things from you

- All it takes is one sweet nickname for him to start melting

Dante

- He… also tries

- He’s definitely more competitive than Garroth. A few of your first few flirts are only met with smug smiles and comebacks

- It only takes a minute or so for all the compliments to finally get to him

- He looks away as he tries to hide his red face from you

Laurance

- for a moment, you thought this man was nearly unbreakable

- Nearly all of your flirts end with him shaking his head and smiling back at you

- He tells you “try harder, love” and “aww you can do better than that”

- If anything, you’re the one that starts getting flustered

- You start to lean closer, whispering in his ear

- You tell him you love him, how much he means to you, how you can’t imagine loving anyone else

- The closeness, along with how sincere you are, is what finally gets to him

- He curses under his breath as he leans his forehead on your shoulder

- He mutters that he loves you too, just loud enough for only you to hear

[creamhoodie]

Not like the others (but still one of his girls)

synopsis: Rin Itoshi is fascinated by you as you become part of the boys' friend group. Despite being warned by Isagi he can't help but want to take your virginity (smut, minors DNI)

Virgin. 

To Rin the word was written all of your forehead. He could tell by how you carried yourself, how your eyes dashed away when you met his, and how you wore those modest oversized sweaters that hide your shape well. 

He could tell from all that and even more subtle details having been experienced with women enough that he didn’t even need Isagi’s stern caution of: “leave her alone. She’s not like the others.” 

Isagi was right. You were exceptionally different from the other girls they all usually had over. Proof of that was that he even took notice of you at all. He didn’t usually care for the girls Isagi or the others brought over, they all blurred together. Most of them were fans, models, or actresses that would be nothing more than flings or pumps and dumps. You stood out because not only were you deemed worthy enough to keep around but even more so that Isagi and the others saw you as a friend only. 

Rin couldn’t understand it. You were beautiful yet seemingly so unaware of it and the others enjoyed your company so much you often frequented their shared mansion. 

That is the position Rin found himself in now, staring at you from across the room. It was movie night with the boys and you sat cushioned between Isagi and Kunigami. Reo and Nagi were sprawled out on the floor under some shared blankets, and Bachira and Chiguri were seated at the kitchen Island still eating what was leftover of the pizza they had all ordered earlier. 

And him? Rin sat in none other than his prized recliner, the black one everyone knew not to sit in because it belonged to him. 

He continued to watch you and he adored the way you glanced at him when you thought he wasn’t looking only to quickly look away once you met his gaze.

This had become somewhat of a game between the two of you, the shared glances, because even though you bashfully looked away every time, you always came back to view more of him. 

That was as far as the interactions between the two of you ever got. Unlike Isagi and the rest of his friends, you steered clear of Rin. Maybe the others had warned you about his usual abrasive demeanor, regardless, the two of you hadn’t spoken a word since you had been around. 

His gaze shifted back to the screen when he heard moans. He had been so focused on you he had been barely following the movie. Evidently a sex scene had come on and while no one else batted an eye, rather the boys seemed more invested now as the lead actress was undressed, you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. 

Cute. He could tell you didn’t wanna be caught looking, it was so innocent. You met his gaze again and this time your face flushed bright red as you quickly glanced away. 

“I’m going to the restroom,” you said suddenly standing up and excusing yourself before making your way down the hall. 

The boys didn’t even respond as they were still preoccupied with the film and the bouncing tits on the screen, but Rin’s eyes only stared down the direction you had gone. 

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The next time Rin saw you was a few weeks after the movie night incident. You had stopped coming to the house after that, part of him selfishly thought it was because you were embarrassed from the way he had caught you flustered. 

Even still, though you were out of sight you most definitely weren’t out of mind. Rin kept tabs on your social media page but it was devoid of activity. 

That is why when Isagi had suggested one of his team bonding camping trips to him and had let slip that you’d be coming, he didn’t put up any complaints as he usually did.

Throughout the ride in the RV, Rin stole glances at you from the rearview mirror. From where he sat, he had been able to see you bundled up on the couch under some blankets fast asleep.

When you had all arrived at the camping grounds, cabins were assigned. Nagi and Reo were together, Bachira,Isagi and you, and Chiguri and Kunigami. Rin of course was given his own assigned cabin due to his reputation of not sharing, he didn’t mind though. After all, he had only come on this trip for you. 

Much to his chagrin however, your time was occupied by Isagi and the others as you settled into doing activities with them. 

It wasn’t until night when he had decided to go off for a relaxing swim at the lake alone, that he cornered you by chance.  

You were already in the water, your back turned to him. When he got in the murky dark lake quietly, you turned around and even in the night he could tell your face was turning red.

“Oh hi Rin. I hope I’m not bothering you. I was just going to leave,” you stammered. 

Liar, you had been entranced by the moon moments before his interruption. 

“It’s okay. You’re not bothering me,” he said. He felt the water pooling around his bare shoulders and he shivered at the coldness. 

“Either way, I should probably head back. Isagi and Bachira must be wondering where I went off to,” you said, but he was well versed enough to know an excuse when he was given one. 

It was odd. He had never been given excuses by a woman before. 

“Why don’t you talk to me the way you do to Isagi and the others?” He asked. 

You still weren’t meeting his eyes. 

“Oh. I just thought you liked to be left alone,” you said. 

You swam past him back to the not far off surface and got out of the water. Your one piece bathing suit clung to your body and while it was still a modest choice of swimwear it was the most revealing thing he’d seen you in thus far. 

Realizing his window of opportunity was closing, he swam after you until he was before you, still in the water looking up at you. It was quite unusual to be looking up at you when usually your height difference meant the opposite. 

“You get nervous around me don’t you?” He teased. 

“I do not!” you said a little too defensively that it was almost comedic. 

As if to prove his point, he got out of the water now and walked up until he was standing in front of you. Since he wore nothing besides his black swim trunks, his muscled torso and abs were revealed, water droplets gleaming off them like diamonds.

You instinctively put a hand out to stop him from coming closer but it just ended up resting on his abs as he finished bridging the gap between the two of you.

Now you were looking up at him, eyes glossy and heated but there was a certain restraint in them, it was that shyness of yours that held you back with him. 

“I can tell you want me, you know,” he said.  He could feel the tension between you and he was so close to you he could almost feel the heat flooding your cheeks as blood ran to your face. 

“I do not, Rin. Don’t be so arrogant,” you scoffed. 

He knew better. 

“You do. You’re very readable. You want me but you’re a virgin so you’re unsure about how this all works,” he said, his voice low. 

“I’m not a virgin,” you said, but there was a crack in your voice and he knew you were just trying to lie out of embarrassment. 

“It’s okay, you don’t have to be embarrassed, not with me,” he replied. He moved his lips to your ear before adding, “do you even touch yourself?” 

Your knees buckled a little at his words and he steadied you in his arms. Your bodies were pressed together, still freshly wet from having come out of the lake and the softness of your perky breasts against him was making him hard. 

“If you don’t wanna be a virgin anymore, I can fix that,” he offered his voice full of lust.  He felt like a lion on the hunt now, he was in as much need as you. 

“Are you saying I need to be fixed?” you asked still a little defensive though your hitched breathing let him know you were feeling just as sinful as him. 

“I’m saying you need to be ruined,” he said darkly, he inched forward so you could feel his minty breath on your face before adding, “and I’ll gladly be the one to ruin you.” 

Like magnets, your lips were drawn together and it was all consuming as his tongue intertwined with your soft one. Your hands went to his hair, tugging his dark locks and he moaned into your mouth. He felt his pants tenting with pain and he longed for more of you. 

“I need to fuck you,” he panted when the two of you came up for air. 

“Rin, I’m-“ your words faded off as you stood there flushed.

“What? You don’t want to?” He asked. This desire he was feeling for you wasn’t going to be stifled until he could have all of you.

“No it’s not that. I’m just..” 

“You’re scared, right baby?” He finished your statement for you. 

You nodded. He understood, though he had been with many women, he remembered how he had been scared his first time as well, scared of the need to perform and falling short. 

“It’s okay. We don’t have to immediately. I’ll make you feel good first. Lay down,” he instructed. 

You did as he said and he crouched down next to you. 

“I’m gonna try something, if you don’t like it, tell me to stop,” he said.  

He couldn’t believe his luck at having cornered you like this in your swimsuit, it meant he had easy access to your pussy. Using his fingers, he pushed the thin fabric at your sex to the side so it was still on but your vagina was exposed to him. He then slid one finger inside of you. 

“Shit! You’re so goddamn wet,” he cursed as he felt your soft folds. 

“Sorry,” you muttered out of habit, making him laugh. 

“It’s a good thing, baby,” he replied. He curled his finger inside of you and felt you gasp. You were practically flooding him. He decided to put another finger up you, making it two now that curled and beckoned you. 

“Mmm, Rin,” you moaned softly. The sound of you moaning his name like he had imagined so many times before set him off, he began to increase the speed of his fingering and put another finger inside of you making it three. Using his other free hand he made sure to not neglect your clit, rubbing at it slightly with his thumb, the sensitivity of it causing you immense waves of pleasure. 

Your body was a withering mess for him and you continued to moan his name. He felt your plush walls clamp in around his fingers greedily not wanting to let them go. 

“I love this view of you,” he praised. Your face was contorted with pleasure and he couldn’t get enough of it. 

“Rin ‘m.. close,' ' you painted.

He decided to talk you through your orgasm. 

“You’re so insanely hot you know that? You walk around so innocently unaware of that when a body like yours was made to be fucked.” 

You let out a yelp at his words and your hips instinctively bucked up. 

Look at you, he thought to himself, your body knows just what to do all on its own. He felt his fingers become flooded with your cum and greedily he brought them to his lips to taste. The act was so lewd it sent your head spinning. 

“Rin that was so..” your words trailed off.

“I know,” he said smugly. He knew just how good he could make you feel. Granted you hadn’t been with anyone you could compare you with, but he knew he was sexually gifted. Just like he had mastered soccer, he had carefully mastered the art of pleasing a woman. 

So he knew that by kissing you now with your cum still coating his lips would make you want him more. 

As your tongues intertwined and you felt the forbidden taste of your own pussy and cum you also felt unbearable heat between your legs. His hands cupped your breasts, massaging the sensitive nipples and you gasped into his mouth. 

“Look at how shameless you are. You just love how I touch you, don’t you?” He asked as your kiss broke apart, a string of saliva connecting both of your lips. 

“Rin? You know how you ask if I touch myself?” You asked. 

He nodded, his eyes inquiring, curious about where you’d go with this. 

“I do. I’ve touched myself to you since the first time I saw you,” you confessed. 

“Shit,” he exclaimed, blood rushing to his cock even more as he hardened from your words. 

Delirious now with what you had told him,  he pulled at the straps of your swimsuit. “This needs to come off now,” he said impatiently and he was relieved when you began helping him remove it off you. 

You didn’t know what had come over you, you had never planned to lose your virginity on a camping site by the lake but you felt in heat for Rin and all your pent up desires were flooding through now. 

“Fuck, you look so..oh fuck,” Rin sputtered as you revealed your naked body to him. He was embarrassed to say he felt pre cum forming at the sight but the shape of your perky tits and your sultry triangle were making him drunk with lust. 

He quickly removed his swim trunks and it built up his ego even more to see how your eyes widened looking at his cock. 

“Rin you’re so big,” you whispered in astonishment. Surely that couldn’t all fit in you could it? 

You propped yourself up by your elbows to get a better look at it. His cock was sloped to the left and the tip was wet already. He positioned himself directly in front of you, and pinched at the tip a little. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll stretch you out nice and good,” he said as if reading your mind. 

Your heart was racing both with nerves from the anticipation and with excitement. 

You laid back down fully when a thought occurred to you. 

“Uh Rin?” You asked. 

“Hm?” he said, though his mind was filled with filthy thoughts about what he wanted to do to you as his tip was already lined up against your sex. 

“I’m not on any protection so I uh just thought I’d let you know,” you said. 

Your words were like cold water on him and he remembered he was dealing with a virgin. It had been easy to forget for a moment when you were acting like such a slut undressing yourself and willing to give yourself to him by the lake like this. 

“It’s okay, I’ll pull out,” he assured you, though he was sure you’d be begging for just the opposite soon enough. 

“Okay well you can go ahead then- oh my god,” your words slurred together as no sooner had the words left your mouth that you felt his mushroom tip feeling it’s way into you. Your eyes wheeled up with tears as you felt your vagina burn and stretch to accommodate him. 

It had been a while since Rin had been with a virgin and he had forgotten how good it felt. He loved breaking your hymen before feeling your plush walls accommodate him, personalized just for him.

“Look at you fitting me like a glove,” he said though he only had a few inches in you, he wanted to prime you before he thrusted his full length in you. 

He always loved being with virgins, he loved the fine details of how your face would wince in pain as he entered you before it soon turned to a dazed out look of pleasure. 

Your name fell from his lips over and over like a prayer. 

“More, I want more Rin,” you begged. 

That’s a good girl, he thought, beg for more of my length. 

“What’s that you said before? Something about not wanting me and me being arrogant for thinking so,” he teased. 

You whined.

“Rin please I didn’t mean it I want you,” you begged. 

He felt drunk with the euphoric warmth of your pussy around his cock and your desperation only egged him on. 

“Not good enough. Tell me how you want me and where,” he said, continuing to rock what length he did have inside of you back and forth. 

“Rin.. I want you all of you inside me,” you practically begged. 

He smiled smugly at how easily he had broken you down and had you sniffling for more. Obliging, he pushed further deep into you, your little gasp of air encouraging him even further. Again you molded and shaped perfectly around him, smothering his rod with your warmness and arousal. 

He was grunting a little as well now as he gave you nice long strokes. 

You felt much better than his hand he had been using as a substitute for you. All those times you had been over at the house had been agony for him. 

He had felt so beyond stupid stroking it out to a virgin like you especially when he had his share of women but there had always been something so alluring imagining what you looked like out of your modest clothes and with your eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

There was just something so seductively forbidden about you. Maybe it’s because Isagi had warned him to stay away from you or maybe it was because he knew the others hadn’t touched you, but being the one to corrupt you had long been a fantasy of his. 

Your moans were in unison with his now, nothing but those breathy moans and the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin ricocheted through the night. 

With each thrust he pounded into you, your tits bounced up and down and it encouraged him to pick up the speed. 

“So fucking sexy,” he praised as his eyes hungrily took in the sight of both your tits and your vagina readily accepting him. 

“Rin, stop,” you said, your face flushing from both the sex and his words. 

“Why should I? It’s true you’re so undeniably sexy. I’m sure the rest of those bozos think so too,” he said. 

“They’re just my friends,” you uttered in a daze as his cock began to hit your sweet gummy spot. 

He scoffed.

“Doubt it. I bet they’ve all thought about it at least once,” he whispered into your ear as he came down on you. His lips grazed your jawline and all the while he continued to pump himself inside of you. “I could never be just friends with a girl like you. Id be too busy thinking about fucking you.” 

Your body was taking over and as you grew more desperate for him, your hands went to grip at his back muscles. Your manicured nails caused him a brief jolt of pain but he enjoyed the sensitivity of it. 

Isagi’s voice shooting your name in the distance was a knife cutting through that euphoric sex filled daze the two of you had created. 

“Rin, we should stop before they find us,” you whispered. 

“I don’t stop until I’ve made you cum,” he responded, unconcerned. 

Let them find us, he thought. The idea was kind of appealing to him anyways. He was sure the two of your naked, wet, sweat-covered connected bodies rising and falling together would be quite a sight to see. 

“Rin!” you whined underneath him but your hips continued to buck up against his all the same, meeting his thrusts. 

In an effort to silence your protests he leaned forward and kissed you, his tongue licking the roof of your mouth. 

He knew he had won you over when your legs wrapped around his waist, bringing him closer and when the two of your lips broke apart, gasping for air your moans sounded almost like sobs from how he wasn’t letting up on you. 

Isagi’s voice sounded again but this time you didn’t feel as concerned. 

The taste of Rin had you feeling drunk with lust and you’d be lying if you said you truly wanted to stop.

Besides there was something undeniably sexy about almost being caught. 

Wanting to please Rin even more, you clenched your walls around his cock, the kegel exercises you had secretly done in the privacy of your room for years coming to use. 

He moaned your name and it felt so fucking good to have the Rin Itoshi at your mercy, the usually cold and detached striker was turning into putty before your eyes with only the moon as your witness. 

“Feels so good, and all for me,” he praised. 

He felt so close now, he had been surprised he had been able to last this long in the first place. He usually had no problem lasting a while as he was experienced but your soft and warm cunt cradled his cock so good like a perfect sleeve made just for him. 

“Rin-I’m I’m,” you stammered underneath him, too fucked out to say a coherent sentence.

“I know, I know,” he replied.

You felt your back arch and your toes curl as the anticipated orgasm began to build. 

Rin was barely holding on, his long black bangs slicked with sweat matting to his forehead. You could feel his blood rushing through his cock in a pulsating fashion beating away inside of you. 

You know you had told him before that you weren’t on protection but now your body couldn’t release him. 

What’s the worst that could happen anyway? 

‘Rin would surely drive into town to get me a morning after pill, he would make a good father at any rate… ‘

‘If I cum in her I’ll be the first to ever do so, she’ll belong to me..’

“Rin, inside-“ you shouted, tightening your legs around him even more and bringing him closer. 

“Fuck,” he shouted almost simultaneously. Suddenly, you felt his warm fluids filling you up as you came crashing down from your orgasm coating him in your own white paint. 

The two of you lay there, bodies still connected and catching your breath. 

To Rin you looked amazing with the tears of pleasure from your orgasm rolling down your face.

He had a motto: the eyes had to be as wet as the pussy by the time you’re done, otherwise there are still peaks to reach. 

He bent forehead kissing you softly this time, your sweet tears intermingling with the taste.

“You did good, such a good girl for me,” he cooed once your kiss  had broken apart. 

You shivered now that the high from your orgasm has died down, you were reminded of the fact that you were outside by the lake. 

Rin reluctantly pulled out of you and handed you your swimsuit. 

“Come back to my cabin with me,” he said as he watched you dress yourself. 

“I’m supposed to be bunking with Bachira and Isagi,” you replied though his request made your cheeks flush. 

“So? I have my own lodging, we can be alone and I have better amenities than those two,” he said pulling his own swim trunks on. 

Truth was he wanted your warmth with him. Already he was starting to feel a sense of protectiveness about you, a sort of yearning he hadn’t felt before. His palms were sweaty and it had nothing to do with the physical and everything to do with the mental as he waited for your response. 

“Hey I finally found you guys what are you two doing out here?” Isagi’s voice interrupted as he walked up to the two of you. 

The air smelt of sex and the two of you were frazzled.

Isagi’s Indigo eyes shifted from you to Rin, he had always been very perceptive. 

“Y/N, tell me you didn’t,” Isagi said, his voice concerned.

You didn’t answer him and instead said something about being cold and wanting to go back to the cabin to get changed. 

Isagi took off his jacket and gave it to you, and Rin felt flames of anger conjuring up at the sight of you in another man’s clothing. 

“Let’s head back,” Isagi said to you, not even looking at Rin. As the two of you walked away he heard Isagi scolding you: “really him?”  

All the same you turned to look at Rin over your shoulder giving him a small smile. 

Isagi was right, you weren’t like the others. 

You were different, you were softer, genuine, warm and the only woman that had made him feel desperate and like a young man experiencing his first crush. 

You were definitely not like the others, but like the others you succumbed to him all the same. Later that night, you snuck into his cabin while everyone else slept and ended up arched over his bed, face wet with tears and buried into a pillow as the familiar sound of smacking skin filled the camp grounds, your dark silhouettes moved in rhythmic motions, and you felt the breath from his moans on your back.