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tiredfox64 · 11 days

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May i make a request? So pretty much fem reader is a a kill for hire, (with morals) no innocents etc) and liu kang sand either bi han kuai and smoke, or kung lao and raiden, to recruit her, they watch,as she asks all bubbly and sweet to lure in her tagret only to kill them easily, posion or something?. They ofc fall in love XD

She Would Hurt A Fly

Prior notes: You not one of my opps trying to convict me of something, right? FBI already trying to get me after my constant research on Datura. Don’t put me in jail for making a murder scene 👁️👁️.

Pairing: Lin Kuei Bros x Afab reader

Warnings‼️: Violence but you will learn something about pigs.

“You want us to fetch…her?” Bi-Han asked with uncertainty.

All the brothers looked down at a picture of you that was given to them by Liu Kang. No offense but you seem like some ordinary person. But according to Liu Kang you are a tricky woman who is a fierce killer. That can’t be right.

“She looks so sweet though.” Tomas said.

“Do not judge, lest ye be judged.” Liu Kang replied.

“You said she was an assassin that can be hired? If you have the Lin Kuei at your side, why would you need someone else like her that you have to pay for?” Kuai Liang had a point.

“Though true that I have your clan by my side, she can do something none of you were trained to do. I don’t question the Lin Kuei’s abilities but I need someone with her unique expertise.”

Liu Kang’s words only fueled their curiosity even more. Bi-Han was somewhat upset with the god for thinking that he needs someone else other than his clan. But if his words are true he wants to see it for himself. So they’ll accept this quest to get you. They won’t act immediately however. They need to see if you are truly needed. What can you do that is so different?

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Target acquired. Your target: a lowlife scum who is somehow let free after committing his heinous crime. People talk, and they all think he somehow paid the judge for his freedom. Some even think he had the justice system by the balls way earlier than when he committed the crime. And you were hired to kill him in any way you see fit. You would have done this job for free but your clients insisted that you deserve the pay. Work your magic girl! You have an audience with you now that you don’t even know about.

Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, and Tomas hide in the bushes and behind trees to keep an eye on you. It looked they were just stalking a poor woman who was having some car problems in front of her farm home. You could have fooled anyone.

“Should we help her?” Tomas asked.

“Do we look like mechanics, Tomas? Do us a favor and keep your mouth shut.” Bi-Han berated him.

“Settle down, brother. You are only irritated because she has not done anything yet. How about we approach her now and-“ Kuai Liang was cut off when he heard you yell out to someone. All their heads turned to see what you were going on about. Time for action.

You were waving over your target and started asking for help. You acted like a clueless damsel in distress. A poor woman who can’t get her truck to start working.

“Please sir, I need your help. My car is acting all strange. Please sir, I’d really appreciate it.” You gave him your sweetest voice while looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.

Who could say no to a face like yours. He accepted which made you jump for joy and clap your hands. That wasn’t fake you were just happy that he accepted in the first place, already making the job go smoothly. Your target had no idea what he was walking into. Hell, he even thought the same thing that you were making this too easy for him. It would be him who will fall victim to you.

You kept your act going. You asked dumb questions about the car and acted all sweet when he corrected you about something. Yet you were only pissing Bi-Han off even more. He wanted to yell at you to do something else. Kill him already. The brothers were all missing the point that this was how you do your. The fact is you lure your targets in. Give them a false sense of security before striking them down. They only know how to sneak up and strike when the opportunity opens up. You just have more patience than them. They don’t have to wait any longer because now you are striking.

You offered to get the man a drink for being so kind to you. He accepted of course. You were quick with getting him a cup and you passed it to him. He looked at you strangely as he looked down into the cup with blue liquid inside of it. He asked you what was inside. You reassured him it was just Calypso lemonade, nothing bad. Well, he trusted you. You built his trust up before, why would a sweet and bubbly lady like you mess with a man’s drink?

He gulped it down quickly and immediately he started reacting. The brothers turned their full attention onto him. Alright, so maybe you weren’t so truthful. Maybe you put in some drain cleaner that was a similar color to the lemonade. Maybe, just maybe. They watched him stubble away from you while holding his throat.

“What’s happening? Did she do something?” Tomas asked, convinced he blinked and missed what you did.

“I don’t know. He just started coughing.” Kuai Liang might not know but Bi-Han suspected there was something else they weren’t thinking of.

Of course you won’t stab a man in broad daylight. You’re a professional. And then it clicked.

“Poison”

“What was that?” Both brothers asked Bi-Han.

“She has clearly poisoned him. The fool was too stupid to realize she was luring him in.” Bi-Han wants to act like he wasn’t doubting you just a few moments ago.

“I’m a no-rust-build-up woman, myself.” You declared to the guy as you watched him crawl away from you, still keeping up that sweet voice.

And just like that he was gone. No blood left over or screams to already anyone else. A quick yet painful death for him and a job well done. Now to dispose of the body.

You left quite an impression on the boys. Kuai Liang finds your tactic to be effective. You fooled them all and he find that incredible. Tomas thinks you would be amazing as a huntress. You have the patience and the sneakiness to be one. He wouldn’t mind learning a thing or two from you. And Bi-Han…what the fuck is he doing.

“Brother, are you…smiling?” Kuai Liang looks confused and Tomas seems horrified.

Bi-Han doesn’t say a word, only hums in response. He’s smiling as he watches you drag the body over the pig pen. This isn’t like a smile one does when they are day dreaming about their crush. No, this is a smile that says he likes you but not in the right ways. A closed-mouth smile that shows no warmth but a devilish desire.

You are a deceitful woman who has tricked all. You trap your victims by giving them a false sense of security. You leave no evidence and do it silently so no one would know. You are leaving that man’s family clueless of his demise. You are wicked and he likes that a lot.

Again he’s not alone in that. Tomas would like to get close to you just to learn your tricks as well. Maybe see if that persona is actually you or just some trick. Either way he wants to get to know you. Kuai Liang is awed by intellect and you have sure shown that by your well constructed plan. He can see why you are even worthy of hiring. You do it so effortlessly it makes your beauty pop out more. We got some bachelors over here.

“Should we go up to her now and tell her Lord Liu Kang’s proposal?” Tomas stepped in front of Bi-Han when asking that question. The only response he got was Bi-Han’s hand in his face, pushing him away so Bi-Han could keep looking at you.

They’ll wait this out a bit. At least it will give you enough time to dump the body into the pig pen and feed your poor, hungry pigs. They can stomach it.

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You were brought before Lord Liu Kang who told you he would like to have you around. It was a big shock to you. A god wants to hire you? Slap that on your resume immediately.

You accepted the offer quickly. You thanking him for seeing that you are a good person at heart and only try to kill those who deserve such a fate. An antihero if you will. And hey, you have the chance to meet some new people now. Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, and Tomas seem to be really interested in getting to know you.

Liu Kang was very suspicious of their intentions though. Mostly Bi-Han since he still had that devilish smirk on his face as he stared at you. He hasn’t even talked he just keeps giving off that low hum. Something is off. Maybe he won’t have you train with the Lin Kuei.

“Perhaps I shall send you to the Wu Shi Academy. They might be a better fit for you.” Liu Kang said in perfect earshot of the brothers.

A collective ‘no’ rang out from them which told you and him everything. They like you, they like your skills. They just won’t have any drink you give them. Especially not a Calypso.

After notes: Heathers is free on YouTube. It’s really important you know that. Might give a hint on how I thought of this. Might also be craving a Calypso badly. That Southern Peach gets me.

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megamindsecretlair · 6 months

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Let Me Hold You

Pairing: Tyrone x Virgin!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. PWP, virginity loss, shy reader, cursing, PIV, oral (fem receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, possession kink if you squint, Soft Tyrone, all consensual. Mentions of religion, God, and Christian-leaning faith. Sorry if I miss any!

Summary: Ask: ...the reader is a virgin church girl, who, finds herself entangled in a predicament when her parents forbid her to be with the charismatic Tyrone. Despite this, the reader has a genuine friendship with him. They have crushes on each other but do not know how to tell each other.

Word Count: 5,803

A/N: Welp. This healed and broke some things in me! LOL. This was a wonderful ask from @notapradagurl7. I'm SO sorry this took forever to get out, I felt so bad. I hope this was worth the wait. Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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“And we don’t want you hanging out with that - that boy!” Your father paced the living room floor, his loafers kicking up the delicate fibers.

“What?” You shrieked. Already, fear spiked into your heart. The thought of not seeing Tyrone? It was inconceivable. You looked toward your mother who perched on the end of the plump chair, proper as you please. She kept her eyes on your father. You wouldn’t get any help from her.

“I’m an adult, you can’t ban me from seeing my friends,” you protested. Did he really think he was serious?

“It’s not appropriate for you to spend time with someone like him. If you’re to entertain anyone, there are plenty of nice young men at the church.”

“Malcolm just returned from college to be an engineer. I always knew that boy was smart,” your mother chirped in.

Your eyes darted between your parents. You half expected aliens to burst from their necks. These people were foreign to you. Unique in their united anger for Tyrone, a boy you’ve known your entire life.

“Judge not lest ye be judged,” you quoted. Your mother scoffed and glared at you as if you said you wanted to shake your ass for Satan’s minions. Your father stopped his pacing and gawked at you. Like you were the foreign one. A daughter he didn’t recognize.

“No daughter of mine will hang around someone like that boy. Peddling that poison to people in this community,” your father said.

“That boy has been nothing but nice to us. A boy you watched grow up. A boy you assume is doing dirt,” you countered. What episode of the Twilight Zone was this?

“I have eyes,” your father said. “And I see what’s going on. All the people running in and out of his house, his mother’s house I might add, and bumping that music…”

“I still live at home. Are you going to judge me for that too?” You asked. Your father pressed his lips together.

“It’s different for women,” your mother said as if it were a fact.

You tuned your parents out as they tried to tell you the difference between young men and young women. You didn’t have the heart to listen anymore. Your blood roared in your ears and you stared off into space, trying to calm down.

You stood up suddenly. You needed to be anywhere but here. Looking into their judgemental faces. You made one mistake. Funny how they didn’t take into consideration all of the times you were a “good girl”. How you minded your Ps and Qs your entire life. Never did anything bad. Never wanted to do anything bad.

And now, they wanted to effectively place you under house arrest. Only leaving for school or church. This was not the stone ages. You couldn’t sit here under this oppressive weight. Constantly holding yourself to a higher standard.

What higher standard? Did God really think that oppressing women was the ticket into Heaven? Placing all of these restrictions was the ultimate symbol of propriety? What happened to love thy neighbor?

Your parents called after you, but you kept moving. You’d never defied them. You always deferred to them. They had experiences you didn’t and just wanted you to have a good life. Bullshit. They wanted a little doll to dress up and tote around town.

At the door, you slipped into your flats and left the house. No purse, no phone, no keys. It felt…invigorating. That type of freedom was intoxicating. Your parents’ indignant shouts followed you out of the house but they didn’t come to the door.

You took that opportunity to head down the block towards Tyrone’s house. You hoped he was home. You hadn’t had a chance to check your phone before your parents ambushed you.

His house looked dark for once. There were no cars bunched up in front of the house or thumping music coming from the front door. You ran up the steps and knocked on the metal door.

The cold air caught up to you, edging past the heat of your anger. It could only warm you up so far. There were no sounds coming from the house so you knocked again. It was still earlyish but you didn’t want to be loud and disrespect his mom.

“Yeah,” Tyrone called out sleepily. You suppressed a smile. Just hearing his voice instantly calmed you down.

You heard a series of locks and bolts being undone. Tyrone swung the door open. He called out your name and looked behind you.

“What’s up? We were s’posed to meet?” He asked.

“Can I come in?” You asked.

“Always,” he said. He moved out of the way and let you enter his darkened house. You took in the space and got a chilling sense of loneliness here. You didn’t know why. Tyrone closed the door and locked it.

“I was sleep. Come on,” he said. He took your hand and led you to his room. Inside, the sudden light gave you a tiny ache in your eyes and you rubbed them. Tyrone sat on his bed, leaning one leg up onto the mattress.

You remained standing, suddenly shy. You hated feeling unsettled wherever you went. Even in the company of your friends, you paid attention to everything you said. Were you being weird? Were you not talking enough? It was all incredibly awkward whenever you tried to join the conversation and people had already moved on to the next topic.

“What’s up?” Tyrone asked.

You sighed and recounted everything that happened with your parents. You paced his small but comfy room, poking at random objects on his desk or hanging on his wall. He had wrinkled Lakers posters torn in one corner. You picked at it as you spoke, not wanting to look him in the face while you spoke and ranted and raved about your judgy, overbearing parents.

Tyrone was a great listener. He never interrupted you, he kept his comments to a minimum, and when you were brave enough to look at him, he’d nod for you to continue. So you did. You told him everything, even the part about your parents judging him for his side hustle.

“They don’t want you to see me anymore because of that?” He asked.

You nodded and sat on the bed next to him. “I told them they’re nuts. They can’t ban me from seeing you, I’m not sixteen,” you said.

“You were pretty cute when you were sixteen,” he said.

“Shut up! I’m trying to be serious here!” You pushed his shoulder. He moved as if you were strong, but you knew that he let you. Tyrone had always been an immovable force. He moved through life like it owed him money and he was coming to collect. He had a surety about himself that kept you up all night thinking of him.

Your hand lingered on his bare arms, taking in his large biceps. His navy tank top hung just so, highlighting his broad smooth chest. He wore his signature black basketball shorts and you quickly removed your hand. You should not be having these thoughts about your best friend.

“I’m serious too!” He said and chuckled. He quickly sobered up and glanced at you. “I’d miss you if I couldn’t see you.”

You smiled slowly. “You’d only miss the chips I bring you,” you said.

“Naw, I’d miss you. I’d have to stage a breakout or something,” he said.

You laughed, picturing hopping into Tyrone’s getaway car just to drive a few houses down. Bonnie and Clyde ya’ll were not.

You bumped his shoulder with yours. “There’s nothing that can keep us apart,” you said. You stuck out your pinkie finger. Tyrone looked at it and laughed, shaking his head and licking his lips.

“Really?” He asked.

“Yeah, so you know I’m serious,” you said. You pushed your hand into his chest to urge him to do it with you. He shook his head again and wrapped his pinkie around yours.

“So what you gonna do since they dropped the hammer?” Tyrone asked.

“I don’t know,” you said. You tucked your legs under you, holding down your dress so no one got a free show. You played with the hem. “I wish they’d see me as an individual instead of an extension of their dead hopes and dreams.”

“I feel that. You’re just gonna have to prove that you grown now,” he said with a shrug.

“There’s nothing I can do. They’ll only see me as a goody two shoes who’s always ready with a smile. Like, I don’t have feelings or something? I’d have to rob a bank or have…” You trailed off as the intrusive thought came to you.

You became very interested in your dress as you played with the rolled hem. “Have what?” Tyrone prompted.

You hummed and shrugged. “Lost my train of thought. Point is, I’m tired of living and dying by their own expectations,” you said.

The thought didn’t leave you though. In fact, the more you turned it around in your head, the hotter it got in the room. Your imagination ran away from you, providing images of a naked Tyrone standing over you. Bending you over. Calling you dirty names. You shifted on the bed as the images became a little too vibrant.

You usually indulged in your fantasies late at night, safe and comfortable in your head where no one would know except you. It was harmless to be as nasty as you wanted, getting yourself worked up and needy but ultimately not doing anything about it. Could you imagine trying to order a sex toy and have it sent to the house? Trying to hide the buzz buzz as you got yourself off? It was either the towel on the pillow or your own fingers but once you felt awkward, it was hard to get back into the mood.

“So don’t live by their expectations. What do you wanna do?” He asked.

You glanced at him. He treated it as seriously as possible and that only made your heart melt. He was the bestest friend you could have hoped for, growing up together. But would you always be someone he grew up with? Forced to talk about his conquests over and over and wishing it were you?

You licked your lips and faced him. You sat up straight and looked him in the eyes. Your heart thundered in your chest. You felt the steady beat all over, thumping in your arms and in your head. Now or never.

“What would you say to a crazy idea?” You asked.

Tyrone shifted to allow you more room on the bed. “What kind of crazy idea?” He asked slowly.

You smiled at the mistrust in his voice. You were kind of known for some out of pocket schemes. It was not your fault that Mrs. Edwards came home early that one time. How were you supposed to know?

You lost a bit of your nerve, looking down at your fingers. You gripped your dress hard, your fingers pressing the thin fabric. “What would you say if I asked you to take my virginity?”

You risked a glance at him. He was frozen solid, gaping at you. After a moment, he blew out a breath. “Wait, what?”

“I am tired of doing what people expect of me. Nothing is ever good enough and I never get anything out of the deal. I want something for myself. I want to have sex. I want to have sex with you,” you said.

He tilted his head so you forged on, explaining why you wanted to have sex. “And I know it might be a little weird considering we’re friends but I’m pretty sure you’re not seeing someone right now? Right? Because I’d rather it be with someone I trust, at least the first time…” You rambled. You were rambling and you couldn’t make yourself stop. You heard the words. You said the words. But you couldn’t find a way to disconnect your brain from your mouth. “And you’re totally free to say no. Like, we can totally forget I asked.”

After you crawled into a cave or yeeted yourself off of a cliff, surely you could be around Tyrone and not think of this stupid situation.

You opened your mouth to ramble more because he was just sitting there, but he captured your lips with his. His hands cupped your jaw and pulled you into it, moving your lips against his. Your hands gripped his, but not to push him away. You held him there and kissed him back. Tyrone ran the tip of his tongue to trace around your lips. You gasped and he pulled away, pressing his forehead against yours.

“You have no fuckin’ clue how long I been wanting to do that,” he said, his voice hoarse.

“Wait, what?” You asked. Your head was pleasantly fuzzy. Like you were full of fluffy clouds. “You’ve been wanting to kiss me?”

“Every time I see you. You got kissable lips,” he said. He made his point by kissing you again, humming low in his throat. He pulled away and ran his thumb across your lips. Each pass of his lips on yours or his calloused fingers on you only made your head fuzzier. You squeezed your thighs together, feeling yourself get more and more worked up.

“Why didn’t you ever say? Especially after ninth grade!” There was once upon a time where you two had danced at the high school you attended. You had found a dark-ish corner away from the chaperones and told Tyrone that you’d never been kissed. He had laid one on you, probably not well now that you thought about it, but it had been so precious to you. He ended it by saying, “Now you have”, and walked away.

The memory was always bittersweet. But hell, it was still your first kiss.

“I was a dumb ass kid. I didn’t know how to tell you I liked you more than a friend,” he said.

Warmth spread from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. This lonely torch you’d been holding for Tyrone wasn’t one sided. You looked into his molten brown eyes and smiled, not knowing how to properly process this new information.

In fact, it blew you away that you were here at this moment. Who knew your holier-than-thou parents were good for something?

“And now?” You asked.

Tyrone removed his hands from your face and you missed them instantly. He grabbed one of your hands, pulling it across his lap so that you could cup him. You gasped at the sheer size of him. Despite common myths, you have seen a dick before. But you’d never touched one. Held one. Sucked on one.

Your mouth went dry at the thought. You wanted to suck him, but what if you were bad at it? Your lip rolled in between your teeth and you bit down, wondering the mechanics of it all.

“Well, you did ask me for something huge. Are you sure?” He asked. His voice held a strange, raspy quality to it. You flicked your eyes back to him and he was breathing a little faster. Oh shit, he really did like you. How the hell did you miss it?

“I’m very sure,” you said. You pressed your hand in more, stroking him over his basketball shorts. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then, he opened them and grinned at you.

“I’ll do it. But I want you to promise me that you’ll tell me if you don’t like something or if you want to stop, okay?”

You nodded. “I promise. I’m a big girl, I can use my words,” you said. Your hands still moved over him and you must’ve been doing something right because his breaths left him in quick bursts. He rubbed his face and gripped his jaw, eyes tightly shut.

“Okay, okay,” he said. He stilled your hand on him and moved it off. “Okay, okay. Virgin. Have you done anything? Gotten eaten out?” He asked.

You sighed and shook your head. “Yeah, I just snuck them up to my room while my dad was busy in the kitchen,” you said.

Tyrone chuckled. “Okay, smart ass. Give me a minute. I’m like…I don’t wanna just jump on you even though I want to,” he said. He stood up and rubbed his hands together, jumping in place.

You giggled. “I thought I was supposed to be the nervous one,” you said. And you were! Your nerves were shot. Your hands trembled thinking of what the hell you were about to get into. You had fantasized it so many times, wondering who it would be. Sometimes wishing it were Tyrone. And while you didn’t think it would be all glitzy like they do in the movies, you did think you’d be married. Or at least in a steady relationship.

As you looked at Tyrone though, you were glad it was with someone you were comfortable with. Someone who took your usual anxiety from 100% to about 65%.

Tyrone smirked. “If you knew the thoughts I be having about you…you might run out that door,” he said. “I’m trying to do this right.”

You reached out and grabbed his hand. “Don’t treat me like some glass doll,” you said. You titled your head and stared him down. “You forgetting I know all your nasty little secrets?”

Tyrone chuckled and squeezed your hand. “Shut up. That’s different. I ain’t care about them, but I do care about you. Don’t ever treat this shit as casual,” he said.

You sucked your teeth. “Not you too. I promise, I’m not going around opening my legs for any man that wants it,” you said. You were about to go on a tirade about how it was your body and your rules. Tyrone shut you up with another kiss, tugging on your bottom lip.

“The thought of anyone else in between your legs makes me angry,” he whispered against your lips.

“Angry?”

He nodded and continued to kiss you, sliding his hands up and down your arms. His warm, big hands chased away any lingering chill from outside. He slowly knelt so that he wasn’t bending at an awkward angle.

His knees sank to the floor and he nestled himself in between your thighs. His hands continued to travel down, squeezing your hips, your outer thighs. Your hands held on to his shoulders, kneading and massaging his back. He moaned into your mouth and a delicious tingle went up your spine.

“Mhm, so don’t say that shit no more,” he said.

“You can’t expect…”

His hands crept closer to your pussy and you ended your sentence on a squeak. Heat rose up your neck and cheek. “Relax,” he said. You took a few deep breaths, nodding, but you were as stiff as a board. Tyrone stopped moving his hand and kept it on your thigh.

“You gotta relax. And let me do this for you,” he said. His thumb pressed into your thigh and your body caved in. He somehow zeroed in on a knot and his thumb worked it out. “Oh fuck,” you said.

“Mhm, you’ll feel better in a minute. But you gotta relax for me,” he said.

Sure, as if you could snap your fingers and relax. Wouldn’t you know it, anxiety was a light switch you could flick on and off at your leisure. Tyrone must’ve seen your thoughts play across your face, because he chuckled.

“Do you have any fuckin’ idea how sexy you are?” He asked.

“What?” You asked. The question caught you off guard. You knew you were gorgeous, you knew you were working with some thick thighs and a pretty tummy. But sexy? Somehow, you missed the memo about sex appeal. You swore that guys could see “virgin” stamped across your forehead.

“Mhm. Whenever you walk out the house in one of these dresses, I just keep picturing how you look underneath. If that pussy nice and pink and wet.” His voice went deeper, harsher, bringing with it dark, carnal promises.

Your thighs tingled. Your hands shook. You bit your bottom lip to keep from moaning like a ho. Tyrone kissed your jaw, then moved up to your ear. “You nice and wet for me? You want me to play with it right?” He asked.

“Yes, yes, play with it,” you said.

Tyrone moved his hand up. Your thighs were burning hot from where they rested against each other. Tyrone nudged you to open your legs. He hummed while he kissed along your ear. “I wonder if you taste as good you feel.”

You dropped your head against him. “You can’t be saying shit like that,” you said.

“Look at you, with your little potty mouth,” he said.

“Shut up, Tyrone!”

He only laughed and finally, blessedly, reached your core. He played with the edges of your panties, seeing the way you squirmed and moaned. He slipped his finger past the material and cursed under his breath.

“Damn, all of that for me? How you gon’ run home to Daddy with panties this soaked?” Tyrone asked.

You stuttered out a response. How were you supposed to form a coherent sentence when his fingers were on you? His fingers glided in between your slick folds, pushing past your pussy lips, and tracing the outside of your clit.

Your eyes bugged out of your head. Your mouth dropped in a tiny little ‘o’ and Tyrone’s eyes narrowed as he took in your expression. He kissed you once, too quickly for your taste, and smirked at you.

“You gotta stop being so damn cute,” he said. “Makes me want to do all kinds of nasty shit to you.”

You moaned, picturing those disgusting things. His thumb rubbed over your clit and you scrunched up your face in pleasure.

How was it that this felt infinitely different and better than when you did it to yourself? He knew exactly what to do, taking cues from your moans and grunts and pretty gasps. You sent up a prayer, thankful that this was with someone experienced. Then again, God probably wasn’t listening right about now.

Tyrone traced slow circles on your clit. You looked through your lashes at his smug face. He knew he was driving you wild. You hissed and jerked when he got to a particularly sensitive spot. “Shh, shh, breathe,” he said.

He held your gaze as you took in deep breaths. Your belly flipped and tightened, the beginning stirrings of something naughty making its way to the surface. Your gaze traveled down. Tyrone’s hand was completely under your dress. It was somehow hotter that you couldn’t see what he was doing to you.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” You moaned.

“Mhm, pray to him for mercy. Because you ain’t gettin’ that shit from me,” Tyrone’s raspy voice was like its own arrow of desire. Your thighs shook. Your feet dangled over the side of the bed. Your toes curled.

“Tyrone, please,” you said. You gripped his shoulders. His smooth brown skin shone with its own light.

“Let me take these panties off,” Tyrone said.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you said.

Tyrone stopped rubbing your clit. “No,” you growled. What the hell was he doing? You were so close! Your belly still felt tight, overripe like at any moment you would burst.

Tyrone chuckled and lifted your dress. The fabric drew across your thighs like scorching fire. You hissed. You were on a precipice and any movement would hurt or hinder. You didn’t want to find out which.

Tyrone pushed your dress up to your hips. Then, he grabbed the top of your panties and moved it down. He held you as you lifted up and slipped them off your ass. He smiled. “Never thought I’d get to see you like this,” he said.

“I’m glad it’s you,” you said and smiled.

“I’m glad it’s you,” he said. “Remember to breathe for me.”

He kept your gaze as he pushed your legs over his shoulders. He grabbed your hips and pulled you forward until your ass was half hanging off of the bed. You cried out and he kissed your thighs until you calmed down.

Your heart beat in your pussy. The throb throb throb drove you mad. You were needy. You needed something more, anything more.

Tyrone blew a breath across your wet pussy and you cried out, jerking your hips. Tyrone only locked his arms around you, curling his biceps around your thigh. “Oh fuck,” you moaned.

Tyrone flattened his tongue and licked you from your pussy to your clit and back down again. A choppy moan left you. Your back bowed off of the bed. Your hands gripped the front of your dress. It wasn’t enough to hold so you moved your hands down to grip the bunched up hem.

He ran his nose through your folds. He inhaled. “Smell so fuckin’ good, got damn,” he said. “Pretty ass pussy.”

He then drew his tongue in a slow circle around your clit. Locked as you were, he didn’t leave room for movement. You barely wiggled. Squirmed underneath his sinful tongue. With each new circle, he moved in closer. He tongued you closer to your clit and you whined and moaned and cried.

Your belly tightened once more. A cresting inferno built and built, radiating waves of heat throughout your body.

Somehow, this too was more potent coming from him. Your body jerked out of your control, twitching every which way, as he created magic around your clit. He slurped up your juices. Slurped it loudly and greedily. He tongued it all down, getting his juicy lips wet with your essence.

You spoke in tongues, muttering and chirping. Tyrone’s tongue moved downwards, rimming your entrance and pushing his tongue inside.

“Oh god. Oh fuck. Tyrone, Tyrone,” you moaned. Your hands flexed. You searched for Tyrone’s head, his neat cornrows were going to get messed up tonight. You palmed him anyway, pushing his head into your pussy and started to gyrate on his mouth.

“Mhm, mhm,” he encouraged. “That’s my good girl.”

You came with a loud yell. You could barely breathe. The sounds and words were dragged out of you. A hidden instinct buried in your DNA to say something, to help ride this awe-inducing wave. A flood of pleasure moved through you.

Tyrone held you down through it all. His biceps flexed with your movements back and forth. He still ate you out, flicking his tongue around your nub.

“F-f-f-.” Fuck it, you couldn’t say it.

You flopped onto the bed, spent. You moaned as you twitched and calmed down. Tyrone leaned up. You looked at him. His face was slick across his jaw. A spit chain drooped. He licked his big lips and moaned.

“Ready for this dick?” He asked.

You sniffled and nodded. “Please. Please, I'm so ready,” said.

“You don't’ need a break?” He asked.

“Hell naw. Please,” you said.

He nodded and placed a wet kiss on your thigh. He cleaned off his face on his tank top. He stood up. He grabbed your hands and pulled you into a sitting position. You put your chin on his stomach and looked up at him.

He sighed and rolled his neck. “What I tell you about lookin’ so cute?” He asked.

“I can’t help being cute,” you said.

“Lyin’ ass. Yes, you can,” he said.

You sucked your teeth. “How am I supposed to do that?”

“Ion know. Burp or something,” he said.

You giggled and hugged him around his middle. You grabbed a handful of his ass and squeezed.

“You really have no idea,” he whispered. You grinned.

He stepped back and pulled off his shorts. His dick bobbed twice, standing at attention. He was definitely thick and long and perfect. Your shyness tried to budge back in. Your heartbeat sped up thinking of that getting inside of you.

He twisted and leaned over. You admired his body as his muscles bunched. He was solid, stocky. A thick man with amazing thighs and ass. Cool air blew across your pussy and you bit your lip. Fuck.

He grabbed a condom. Watching him was its own brand of sensual torture. His fingers moved deftly to open the package. He rolled on the condom, pulling the latex over the length of him. He pinched the top.

He stalked closer, running his eyes over you. “Let me take this dress off,” he said.

You smiled and nodded. He helped you pull it off. Your bra went next. “You’re so damn sexy,” he said.

He palmed your breasts, rubbing and pushing them together. He leaned down and brought your nipples into his mouth. He moved between your boobs, suckling and placing that warm mouth around the peaks.

Your legs jerked up. You wrapped them around his waist. His shirt got trapped beneath your legs. He pulled it out and the shirt draped across his chest. His dick brushed against you and you cried out. He was so close to giving you what you needed. Your nails dug into his sides. He ignored you. He played with your nipples until you were a bumbling, squirming mess.

“T-T-Tyrone,” your teeth chattered.

“Mhm, I know. Ready for me?” He asked.

“Yessss,” you moaned.

“Sure?” He asked. He rubbed his dick through your arousal. You soaked him instantly. There was so much on you. The cool air hit across it on your skin. You knew exactly how much of a mess you made. It made you hornier. How did you go through life without this? Without this feeling?

Without this obsession running in your veins. This deep-seated need. This lustful shot of adrenaline threatening to burn your skin off.

Tyrone’s hand wrapped around your hip. His other hand guided his dick towards your entrance. He pushed in and you gasped. He slipped in thanks to how wet you were. But fuck! He filled you completely.

“Breathe,” he commanded. He stopped and moved his shirt out of the way. “You gotta breathe.”

You nodded. He helped you take deep breaths. “That’s right. Be a good girl for me. Good girls get dick,” he cooed.

That should piss you off. But you wanted to be a good girl for him. You wanted to listen and get praised some more.

Your breathing evened out. Tyrone leaned down and kissed you. As he kissed you, he pushed in. Your hand flew to his chest, pushing at him. Fuck. It kind of hurt, but it was a good hurt? You could tolerate him pushing in. You clenched around him and he hissed.

He sank inch by inch into you. He cursed the whole time. “Fuck, feel too good. Feel too good,” he muttered. “Gripping the shit out of me.”

The praise made you moan and you clenched around him. A drop of his sweat fell onto your chest. Your own sweat slick skin pebbled in the cool air.

Tyrone moved out and then pushed back in. The slide in would hurt briefly but then morph into pleasure as you felt him move inside of you. He was deep, stretching you out. Molding your pussy to the curve of his dick.

He began to speed up. He flipped his shirt up and held it in his mouth. He moaned. “Can still smell you,” he said, though his voice was muffled.

Both hands held onto your waist. He moaned as he sank deeper, you welcoming him better. “You okay?” He asked.

“Yuh,” you nodded.

“Sure?”

“Yu-uh,” you moaned. He was doing nothing more vigorous than moving back and forth, but he felt amazing. He filled you up. He hit that deep seat of emptiness inside of you. A place you hadn’t been able to get to on your own.

The feeling brought tears to your eyes. He twisted and brought you down on his dick a little faster. “Ohmygod,” you cried. He reached a spot that made you explode all over him.

You cursed the heavens, you cursed hell. You cursed the world in between. You felt large. Humongous. You felt like you could grab the world with both hands. Power and pleasure suffused you. You moaned out loud, heedless of anyone who could hear.

“Oh fuck, so tight,” Tyrone hips jerked. His fingers dug into your hips. The pressure made you moan. He jerked and thrusted one more time, going as far as he was able, and you felt him pulse inside of you.

You imagined him filling you up with his cum. You moaned as the thought made your pussy throb. Tyrone twitched and panted on top of you. He left you slowly, sliding out in a way that wouldn’t hurt you.

You missed him immediately. He wiped his sweat on his shirt and took off the condom. He tied it and threw it in a nearby trashcan.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

You flopped onto the bed. Looked up at the popcorn ceiling. Were there words to describe how okay you were? How fantastic you felt? “So good,” you murmured.

And you did feel really good. You expected to feel shame after having sex. You’d avoided it for so long, you started to feel like a freak for still being a virgin at your big age. But you didn’t. You were mostly sore. You were going to feel this in the morning and right now, you couldn’t care less.

Tyrone left for a moment and you just focused on your breathing. On trying to recapture that euphoric feeling of that orgasm. Chasing after it like the wayward string of a balloon.

He returned and placed a warm cloth against your pussy. You hissed at the unexpected sensation. He cooed at you while he cleaned you up. You smiled at him. “You didn’t have to,” you said.

“Yeah, I did. I was raised to clean up after myself,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. He left once more, getting rid of the washcloth. He took off his shirt and hopped into bed with you, pulling you chest to chest. He rubbed your back and looked into your eyes.

“You’re so cute,” he said.

“You are,” you said. You bumped his nose.

“How you really feelin’?” He asked.

“Honestly? I feel really good. Sore, but tired.”

“Would you want to do it again?” He asked.

“Hell yes! Are you kidding? There’s so much I want to try,” you said.

Tyrone laughed, shaking his head. He pecked you on the lips. He moaned and then pressed in for longer, licking your bottom lip and rolling it between his teeth.

“Mm, does that mean I can get back in that pretty pussy?” He asked.

You caressed his cheek. Running your thumb across his supple skin. “That’s exactly what that means.”

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Psst, there's more! The Secret Tyrone Files

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Monster rule 101: Don’t play with fire around your Mothman!—————-:—:————

Mothman! Dabi x monster hunter! Fem reader

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🔞MDNI🔞

C w: Humiliation, asphrodiasic, slight mind break, degradation, praise, NFSW, monsterfuxking, overstimulation, breeding, impregnation, usage of cunt

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You were on a mission.

A very dangerous mission that was a code gold also known as Legendary. Meaning that the monstrous threat was equivalent to a whole country being wiped off the map. However, due to certain circumstances only one solider could be dispatched to deal with the golden threat.

The reason for that being because of how hyper sensitive the Mothman is to overcrowding within its territory. The team dispatch leader decided to proceed with the utmost caution lest they trigger its frenzy mode. Which would ultimately result in the loss of lives country wide, burning underneath the raging pure blue flames of the otherworldly demon.

<< Have you located the Mothman? Over >>

“Yes I’ve got eyes on the area sir, permission to proceed?”

<< Permission granted. Over >>

You were chosen out of a select few individuals for being the cream of the crop, to carry out this dire mission to save all of mankind. If you could succeed then you’d be set for life! Having the fame and the riches that come along with it, all in exchange for exterminating the deadliest bug humanoid in existence. You’d say that’s a fair trade, since it was high risk high reward type situation.

But as you approached the abandoned cave you could feel a sense of dread wash over your entire being.

You were being watched.

You could feel the sweat accumulate upon your lush chocolatey skin littered in goosebumps. Then you heard a sharp chuff that echoed off the walls, seemingly the Mothman enjoyed watching you squirm from his focused attention.

Venturing even deeper into the unknown you tightly grasped at your equipment, a tool of reassurance you could say. That happened to be a flamethrower. Yes, out of all the weapons you chose a hazardous contraption that resembled a dragons breath.

Why? Mostly because you thought it’d be cool to go out in a blaze of glory should you happen to fail in your conquest to get the target in check. But it was also strategic in a way, since moths were attracted to light. You’ve had to find some kind of way to draw them out.

Too bad you didn’t get the chance to use it before you’re snatched into furry arms that secured you to the monsters chest. Which vibrated from his snarky greeting.

“You took too long enough for my liking doll, now shall we get down to business already? “

You could feel his bulge press up against the your ass, rubbing between your cheeks.

“I’m feeling a bit pent up”

He rasped impatiently into your ear, boy did his voice do wonders as it spiked your arousal. But you had a job to do, unfortunately. Gathering your composure you asserted yourself to the monster.

“You already know why I’m here right? Mr. Mothman.”

You could feel him chuckle darkly against your neck, highly amused by your sense of professionalism. Even while having his dick steadily grind against your back, covering you in clear fluids. Making your thighs shake in excitement.

“Obviously, but just call me Dabi, dollface. You’re gonna wear it out in a few moments might as well get a lil practice in ya?”

You were dumbfounded. Could he be implying what you’re thinking—

“Judging from the look on your pretty face, I’m guessing your little agency didn’t fill ya in on our little inside deal huh?”

He purred

You could feel his loosened grip completely leave your body. Allowing you to be able to face the Mothman hunched over in all of his 7ft glory. He had tuffs of black fur covering his toned ripped chest, arms, and legs. His overall body type was lean and slender. The dark colored wings sprouting at large from behind, before being folded back neatly into place. To avoid you from seeing his jagged scars littered across them.

“All I can say is that you’re in for one hell of a ride once I get my hands on you Baby. So Outta the kindness of my heart I’ll give you a 5 minute head start—”

He paused, as you gave him an warm embrace of your own. Grinding against his bulge that continued to grow even further against you. He looked down at you in disbelief, but it wasn’t before long until he connected the dots.

“ Don’t tell me, You’re one of those monster fanatics aren’t ya?”

To be quite frank yes. You were an absolute fan of monsters, you fantasized about getting close and becoming friends with one. But now you were gonna be the mate of a code legendary?? You couldn’t believe your luck. Plus it was the mission you were given, so as the loyal solider that you are. You gratefully accepted your fate with no questions asked.

The Mothman merely laughed in the irony of it all, a monster hunter wanting to be fucked by a monster it was so priceless. A devious smirk planted on his face As he bended over down to your height charred lips barely touching the shell of your ear only to whisper darkly of a precautionary warning of what you’re getting into.

“ You do realize that I’m in heat right doll?”

He reached his hand down running his tempered claws down the fat of your thick ass giving it a tight squeeze before hooking your leg up to leave some room for him to freely press his huge twitching bulge against your moist mound.

“I’m barely hanging on by a thread, so Don’t hold anything against me if I lose control got it?”

It wasn’t long until you were on the brink of being fucked to death by the Mothman of your dreams. face pushed down into the cocoon like nest he prepared in advance as his extended feeler limbs sprouted out from his sides, to grasp at you from behind hooking onto your waist. Keeping you grounded on his intrusive dick. While his primary arms wrapped around you tightly to play with your breasts that jigged violently from his ruthless thrusts from behind.

“You’re sucha pretty lil thing for me aren’t ya?”

The strong pheromones that wafted off from his wings made you feel so vulnerable and helpless within his smoldering embrace. You couldn’t keep count of how many times you’ve came alone from him just penetrating your cervix. It was as if you were on cloud nine enjoying the way his cum covered cock kept digging even deeper inside your snug snatch trying to ensure that you’d get pregnant with his brood.

“Your slutty pussy just can’t seem to get enough of my dick, don’t worry doll I’ll make you take all of it”

He murmured eyes staring down dangerously at the way your pliant body bended to his ministrations. He payed close attention to the way his dick continued to be devoured by your juicy cunt. That sucked and messaged his thick cock inside the hot mesh of your inner walls determined to be flooded with his baby batter.

“ Mmh D-Dabi please I can’t—!”

You babbled dumbly with drool hanging down from the corners of your fucked out plump lips. As the intensity of his rapid heavy thrusts began to increase its assault against your quivering quim.

You tried to crawl away from yet another approaching high that was dead set on crashing down on your senses. But his firm grip on your neck yanked you back into reality.

“ Aye Dollface don’t ever try to fuckin crawl away from me again, you’re mine you got that?”

Dabi hissed, giving you a sharp tug on your butterfly locs and a harsh bite on your shoulder as a fair warning.

The cave was emitting loud strange sounds from the inside, alerting to anyone from around the area to vacate the premises immediately. In case the Mothman were to come out of his home and start wrecking chaos. But little did they know that Stowed away deep inside the cave for a whole week did you lay beneath the Mothman in all your naked glory.

Freshly fucked all the way to Sunday during his still ongoing heat cycle. Where the only thing covering you was his semen that painted your caramel skin from your breasts down to your overused cunt stuffed to the brim with his cum that trickled out from your puffy pussylips. Only to be pushed back in by his long veiny dick just to ensure that the next of his kin would live on inside your womb.

Hey At least you prevented a worldwide tragedy, right?

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Sub!Robert Fischer where he's tied up and being overstimmed repeatedly. He's crying his eyes out while reader degrades him for being spoiled and rich (I've been reading ur work for some time, but requesting for the first time!)

I’m glad you like my work and I’m glad you requested as well!

Drabble: you degrade and overstimulate Rob

pairing | sub!robert fischer x girlfriend!reader

Warning: overstimulation, degradation/ a little bit of praise, loads of crying from rob, impact play, dom/mean!reader, sub!robert, daddy issues, p in v sex, mention of teasing/edging, robert's a masochist at this point, they have a safeword, ma'am kink

Disclaimer: Inception characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

A/N: Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I wrote like 7k for one fic, and 6k for another, and I progressively got slower the closer I got to finishing, it's like a fucking exponential graph. That's why I haven't been writing smaller things, but you know what? Fuck that. I told myself I was going to stay dedicated but now I'mma just do what I want.

Robert gazed up at you as you crawled on top of him, his lower lip wobbling, tears dripping down his cheek like rain. He savored the brief touch of your hands on his chest, and whined when you moved away, but he made sure not to be too loud, lest he get some punishment.

"Ma'am?" Robert asked tentatively, not sure wether he was alowed to speak or not.

"Yes, Rob?" you hummed, focusing on tightening his restraints. Just a few minutes before Robert had been squirming and squealing, tugging on his ropes, and now that you were done with that particular bit of torture, you had to make sure they were secure again.

“Can you ride me?” he asked. “Please?”

"Dunno."

Robert shifted his legs. Gosh, you loved his legs. His thighs were so soft and lightly haired, you loved running your hands across them, no matter how many times he complained your touch was cold.

"Do you think you deserve it?" you added.

"You've been edging me for so long," he pathetically whimpered. "I need — "

" — Of course you do," you cut him off. "What am I even saying? You rich fuckers are all the same — spoiled, bratty. Just a need a strong woman to put them in their place, huh?”

Robert's eyes glistened. He was about to sob again. Good thing you brought tissues.

"It's not like that. Please, just . . ."

"Then what's it like?"

Robert stayed silent, clearly afraid of saying the wrong thing. You already knew the answer. It was his fetish, his kink, but he also liked being cared for and nurtured and guided. You just wanted to hear him say it, but judging at way he was behaving, you weren't sure if you could get a coherent response out of him that wasn't a beg to be fucked.

You slapped him across the face, savoring the little noise he made.

"Should've known your mouth was no good for anything. Stupid puppy."

"Yeah," he nodded eagerly, his cock twitching. "M'just a stupid puppy for you. Please, please, fuck me."

"Won't even offer to eat me out? You haven't made me come a single time today."

Robert looked down, embarrassed.

"Fine."

Without a warning you sunk down onto his cock, drenching him with your wet juices, your tits bouncing in the air. He let out a moan, his head hitting the pillow, eyes closing, relaxing as he finally, finally got the release he wanted.

But when he came, you didn't stop. You still hadn't come, and you weren't stopping until you did.

"Pretty boy," you said, then looked down with a fake pout. "Aww? Is this too much for you?"

"Y-yes," he choked out.

"Well, you're gonna have to fucking deal with it."

He shook his head adamantly.

"Isn't this what you asked for?" His eyes rolled. You pat his cheeks, getting him to focus on you. "Color?" you asked.

". . . Ah, greeeen!"

"There ya go," you cooed, moving your hips up and down. "I wouldn't be doing this if I knew you couldn't handle it. Now, tell me — tell me you're my bitch."

"I'm your bitch!" Robert sobbed, his body shaking. "I just need you so bad all the time, ma'am, I can't help myself."

"I know," you soothed, wiping his tears. "I know. You're doing so well."

That seemed to calm him down a little. Praise always did.

"I just wanna be good for you, ma'am." You could tell he was getting ready to come again.

"You are — you're a good boy," you reassured. "Now stop squiggling, okay? Or I'm going to have to punish you again."

Robert nodded, feeling like his brain was melting. At this point, you could do anything to him and he would be on his knees, thanking you.

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Monster rule 101: Don’t play with fire around your Mothman!

Mothman! Dabi x monster hunter! Fem reader

Cw: Black coded, Humiliation, asphrodiasic, slight mind break, degradation, praise, NFSW, monsterfuxking, overstimulation, breeding, impregnation, usage of cunt

🔞 MDNI/ NO AGELESS BLOGS🔞

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Tag list: @walkerofclouds @lyra-lore27 @geniusso @genshin-impacts-me

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You were on a mission.

<< Have you located the Mothman? Over >>

“Yes I’ve got eyes on the area sir, permission to proceed?”

<< Permission granted. Over >>

But as you approached the abandoned cave you could feel a sense of dread wash over your entire being.

You were being watched.

You could feel the sweat accumulate upon your lush brown skin littered in goosebumps. Then you heard a sharp chuff that echoed off the walls, seemingly the Mothman enjoyed watching you squirm from his focused attention.

Too bad you didn’t get the chance to use it before you’re snatched into furry arms that secured you to the monsters chest. Which vibrated from his snarky greeting.

“You took too long enough for my liking doll, now shall we get down to business already? “

You could feel his bulge press up against the your ass, rubbing between your cheeks.

“I’m feeling a bit pent up”

He rasped impatiently into your ear, boy did his voice do wonders as it spiked your arousal. But you had a job to do, unfortunately. Gathering your composure you asserted yourself to the monster.

“You already know why I’m here right? Mr. Mothman.”

“Obviously, but just call me Dabi, dollface. You’re gonna wear it out in a few moments might as well get a lil practice in ya?”

You were dumbfounded. Could he be implying what you’re thinking—

“Judging from the look on your pretty face, I’m guessing your little agency didn’t fill ya in on our little inside deal huh?”

He purred

“All I can say is that you’re in for one hell of a ride once I get my hands on you Baby. So Outta the kindness of my heart I’ll give you a 5 minute head start—”

“ Don’t tell me, You’re one of those monster fanatics aren’t ya?”

“ You do realize that I’m in heat right doll?”

“I’m barely hanging on by a thread, so Don’t hold anything against me if I lose control got it?”

“You’re sucha pretty lil thing for me aren’t ya?”

“Your slutty pussy just can’t seem to get enough of my dick, don’t worry doll I’ll make you take all of it”

“ Mmh D-Dabi please I can’t—!”

You babbled dumbly with drool hanging down from the corners of your fucked out plump lips. As the intensity of his rapid heavy thrusts began to increase its assault against your quivering quim.

You tried to crawl away from yet another approaching high that was dead set on crashing down on your senses. But his firm grip on your neck yanked you back into reality.

“ Aye Dollface don’t ever try to fuckin crawl away from me again, you’re mine you got that?”

Dabi hissed, giving you a sharp tug on your butterfly locs and a harsh bite on your shoulder as a fair warning.

Hey At least you prevented a worldwide tragedy, right?

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Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss – Chapter 4 (Part 1)

Following is part 1 of my translation of Chapter 4 of Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss. This part contains episodes 7-56 to 7-61.

Main storyline spoilers after the cut!!

Episode 7-56

???: Silence, human. Do not speak unless you’re spoken to.

Silver: …!!

Strange-looking Soldier: Who are you? Spit it out. Now. And you better not lie to me, lest you wish for me to dirty my blade.

Grim: Eep! This guy’s gonna chop us into protein bars!

Sebek: I-I assure you we are trustworthy people. We hail from a school for mages-in-training. We’re students!

Yuu: We’re from Night Raven College.

Strange-looking Soldier: Night Raven College…?

Sebek: Indeed. It’s located on Sage’s Island, and-

Strange-looking Soldier: How many times have I told you idiots, I don’t give a rat’s ass about a shitty school run by humans!

Everyone: !?

Strange-looking Soldier: You’re gonna teach me something about wizardry, eh? Even though all you brats can use your magic for is pranks and shit. So a letter wasn’t enough for you? The school had to go and send a couple of errand boys, too? What a persistent lot you are. There isn’t a damn thing for me to learn from you jackasses. You trying to say I’m stupid? Is that it?

Grim: Ack! No, we never said that!!

Silver: Ah, erm, we…

Strange-looking Soldier: I already got enough on my plate with the “Silver Owl” running amok. I don’t have time for your stupid games. I’ll let you go, just this once. Now hurry up and get the hell out of our country, humans. Kishaaaa!

Strange-looking Soldiers: Gigiii! Gyagyaaaa!

Grim: The heck!? Did NRC really send an invite to this guy!? He’s a monster!!

Sebek: A monster!? Hold your tongue, beast!! Gaze upon the pattern emblazoned into their armor. That is the coat of arms worn by Briar Valley’s Imperial Guard. However, it’s certainly an antiquated variation. Just what is going on here…?

Silver: Judging by that magical stone weapon, and the light I saw flying around that soldier just now… He has to be…!

???: I bring neeeeeews!!!! Reporting for duty, General!

Strang-looking Soldier: Keep it down, Baul. What is it now?

Sebek: D-Did you say “Baul”!?

Grim: What’s the matter, Sebek? You know this guy?

Sebek: N-No…. But could it really be…

Baul: Hm? Who are these people? …Wait! Those round ears…. Are you the “Iron Ones”!?

General: They’re just some brats who got lost. Forget them. What were you saying before?

Baul: …Yes, sir! We’ve received a report from the forest patrol concerning the “Silver Owl”. They have erected tents at the base of the Mystical Mountain and are laying waste to the surrounding area.

General: Tsch… Those bastards never learn their lesson. Come on, we’ll go chase ‘em off.

Silver: Please wait!!

General: What?

Silver: P-Please… Please let us come with you!

Episode 7-57

Silver: P-Please… Please let us come with you!

General: ….The hell did you say?

Grim: What the heck, Silver!? He was just about to let us go!

Silver: We can’t just go back to school empty handed… We’ll show these guys just how strong Night Raven College’s mages really are. I promise you we won’t get in your way. We’re not just experienced in magic, but in martial arts, too!

General: And here I thought I was speaking clearly enough for you lot to understand me. …Am I just not getting through to you numbskulls? Be gone, humans. Lest you wish to step foot into the gates of hell.

Grim: Yikes, I’m gettin’ goosebumps! This is just like when Tsunotarou was starin’ us down!

Silver: It doesn’t matter what you say, we aren’t leaving! Please, just let us come with you!

General/Silver: …………..

General: …….Fine.

Everyone: Huh!?

Baul: What is the meaning of this, Genera!? We know nothing about these people. We can’t just let a bunch of suspicious humans accompany us!

General (whispering to Baul): Will you just listen to me for one second? If we let them go now and they go causing trouble, it’s gonna be a pain in the ass for us down the road. But if we spook them a little, we’ll send ‘em running with their tails between their legs.

Baul: Argh… Yes, that’s… You have a point….

General: Listen up, brats. You can come with us – on one condition.

Silver: A condition?

General: Yes, you can come with us… If you’re able to harm at least a single hair on my head.

Strange-looking Soldiers: Giigiii! Shyaaaa!!

General: Now show me what you’ve got, humans.

Silver (whispering to himself): …This might be our chance to give him a shock and wake him up. But can we… Can we really beat him? No, fretting about it won’t do us any good now.

Silver: Let’s go!!

Episode 7-58

Grim: Haa… haaaa… This guy’s waaaay too fast! None of my hits are landing!

Yuu: But those two are keeping up with him!

Sebek: That swordsmanship, those maneuvers… And that magical stone weapon! Could it be, standing before us is…!

Silver: Did you notice it, too, Sebek? That’s right. This man is most likely…!

General: What’s the matter? You brats sure did talk big. Is this all you got!

Silver: Shit….! Sebek, I’m going to rush him!! Go circle around back!

Sebek: DO NOT TELL ME WHAT TO DO! Hiyaaah!

Grim: Aah, you guys almost had ‘im!

Sebek: We’re not done yet! O Fire!

General: Too slow! Your backs are wide open!

(Lilia strikes Sebek)

Sebek: Aauugh!

Silver: ….O Light!

General: What! When did he get into my blind spot…

Sebek: Now’s our chance! Uoooooh!

Silver: Haaaa!!

Sebek / Silver: Haaa, haaaa….!

(The General’s mask falls to the ground)

Everyone: !!!!!!!!!

General: You… You humans knocked off my mask…?

Yuu: T-That face…!

Silver: Father.

Lilia: *Father? I don’t remember having a son. Let alone a human one.

Silver: Ah… M-My apologies.

Sebek: Am I dreaming? Am I truly being graced by the presence of The General of the Right himself, by Sir Lilia from his time in service….!

Silver (Whispering): Get a hold of yourself, Sebek. I’ve said it before, but this is all just a dream.

Baul: GENERAL, ARE YOU INJURED ANYWHERE!!!? DAMN YOU, HUMANS!! Men, what are you dallying around for! Apprehend these insolent fools at once!

Strange-looking Soldiers: Gigiiii!!

Lilia: Stop making a racket. All they did was knock my mask off. I’m fine.

Baul: But…!

Lilia: Oi, humans. You’re no ordinary school kids. Where did you learn how to fight like that?

Silver: Ever since we were young, Sebek and I have been training under a fae - a certain follower of the night.

Lilia: A follower of the night, huh…. No wonder your movements seemed so familiar. Hmph. I guess you weren’t lying when you said you were confident in your abilities. Alright, then. Just as I promised, you can come with us.

Baul: Wha- General!?

Lilia: We fae don’t go back on our words. Isn’t that right, Baul? “The Night’s blessing upon ye”.

Baul: “The Night’s blessing upon ye”.

Episode 7-59

Lilia: Seeing as you’re all envoys from Night Raven College, you probably already know my name… But at any rate, my given name is Lilia, and my *courtesy name is Vanrouge. My country forced the most annoying title in the world on me, but… You’re not my subordinates, so you can call me whatever you want. Well, anything except for “Father”.

Silver: Understood…

Baul: Sir Lilia Vanrouge is the General of the Right of the Land of Briar’s Imperial Guard. He is a distinguished individual – entrusted with our country’s safeguarding! I’m sure humans in even the most distant lands have heard of the “Running Rampart of the Verdant Moors”! Scum like you normally wouldn’t ever be able to have an audience with him. BOW DOWN BEFORE HIM!

Sebek/Silver: Yes, sir…!

Yuu:(Feels like I’m watching a period drama.)

Lilia: And what are your names, humans?

Silver: …I’m Silver.

Grim: I’m Grim the Great. This here’s my henchman, Yuu.

Sebek: And my name is Sebek Zigvolt.

Baul: …What? DID YOU SAY “ZIGVOLT”!?

Lilia: That’s the same surname as Baul here. Actually, it feels like you two resemble each other quite a bit…

Baul: What!? Me?? Resemble a human!? That’s absurd!

(Baul removes his helmet)

Baul: See!? We don’t look a thing alike!

Sebek/Silver: !!!

Grim: Woah! He looks just like Sebek!

Sebek: Gra….Grand….Grandfa…..

Baul: What!? *I don’t have any grandchildren! CEASE WITH THIS NONSENSE, HUMAN! This boy lacks the signature Zigvolt family scales. It’s nothing more than a coincidence that we have the same last name, that’s all.

Sebek: I speak no nonsense! Fae blood runs through my veins - the blood of the Zigvolt clan! And my mother has scales, just as you do.

Baul: Then why don’t you have any!

Sebek: T-That’s… That’s because my father is… No, never mind. Please excuse me.

Lilia: Baul did emigrate here from Sunset Savannah, though. It’s nothing unusual to have some distant relatives here and there. Consider this fate, Baul. You’ll be looking after these kids.

Baul: Wha- …But why!? General!

Lilia: Come, we have to find the “Silver Owl’s” stronghold and kick them outta here before nightfall. We’re heading to the base of the Mystical Mountain! Hurry up and let’s go! Shyaaaaa!!

Imperial Guards: Garururu! Shyaaaa!

Silver: Sebek. That soldier named Baul, isn’t he your…

Sebek: Indeed. He looks much younger than the countenance I’m familiar with, but… There is no doubt in my mind. That man is… Nay, that gentleman is my grandfather: Baul Zigvolt! To think, the day would come when I’d be able to witness my grandfather in all his military glory - a dream this may be….!

Baul: Oi, what’re you dawdling around for, humans! We’re not going to be helping you one bit. So hurry up already or you’ll fall behind! Hmph!

Sebek/Silver: Yes, sir!!

Silver: *sigh* It’s great we were able to cross over into Father’s dream, but it doesn’t feel like we’ll be able to ask him about Lord Malleus anytime soon. At any rate, looks like Father’s dreaming about something that happened a really long time ago.

Sebek: At the farewell party, Sir Lilia mentioned that he’d received his invitation to Night Raven College approximately 500 years ago.

Silver: …If that’s the case, then Lord Malleus might not have been born yet, depending on whatever time period we landed in.

Sebek: Oh, my beloved Young Lord! I wonder how he’s faring now. Ah, what have I done!! How could I raise my blade against my master…! What would my grandfather say, were he to learn of this…. Surely, it would incite him into a rage. *sigh*

Silver: You can stress out about it later; we don’t have time for that right now. We need to stick close to Father and look for clues.

Grim: Man, this is crazy. Come on, henchman. Follow us - and make sure you keep up!

Episode 7-60

Silver: By the way… What’s with the “Iron Ones” and “Silver Owl” they keep talking about?

Imperial Guard A: Kuaaaa! Gyagyaaa! Fwarumu! Viiramu!

Silver: …? I’m sorry. I’m sure you’re trying to explain it for me, but I can’t understand fae language…

Sebek: He said, “The “Silver Owl” is a group of scoundrels that have been carrying out mining operations all over the Land of Briar. As the members of the “Silver Owl” all don armor made of iron, we have taken to calling them the “Iron Ones.”"

Imperial Guard B: Goeee! Garuru! Garuru!

Sebek: “They hail from a foreign land, and have been clearing out our forests, demolishing our mountains, and plundering our resources without permission.” Just who are these miscreants!?

Silver: My father told me about it before, how you used to be able to find a lot of magical stones and jewels in the Thunderclap Mountains that surround Briar Valley.

Imperial Guard B: Gaugau!! Gyaruru… Goee.

Sebek: “After they strip the mountains bare, the magical beasts that have lost their homes descend into the nearby villages and often cause trouble for the townspeople. Countless fae have been injured because of them.” WHAAAT!? WHAT INPUDENCE!!

Imperial Guard A: Kuaaa! Ho! Dedeii.

Sebek: “The Imperial Guard, under Sir Lilia’s command, have been fighting fiercely to drive out the “Silver Owl”, but as their numbers are so great, we’ve been really struggling.” Grrr… This is unforgivable! LET US ROUT THEM IMMEDIATELY!

Grim: Looks like you really got your hands full bein’ all sour and grumpy by yourself… Anyways, do you understand what the fae are sayin’?

Sebek: Not perfectly, but I do generally understand what they’re saying.

Silver: Sounds like they’re using a pretty old fae language.

Grim: Wait, that’s a language? I thought they were just, like, chirpin’ and makin’ growling noises and stuff!

Sebek: Languages and pronunciation methods vary considerably from one fae species to another, but by imbuing our voices with magic, we are able to communicate with each other. Presently, many in Briar Valley utilize a common language, and those who speak the fae languages are few and far between… But we take great pride in our language, with its long and glorious tradition. My mother and grandfather taught it to me long ago.

Silver: I tried learning it from my father, too, but… My ears just can't make out the words they’re saying.

Sebek: My father said the same thing. Compared with other animals, humans have a very limited hearing range. As I’m descended from fae, I am able to detect even the faintest of sounds, which you humans cannot. WHAT SAY YOU!! IS THAT NOT REMARKABLE!!!!!!!!

Grim: Why do you always gotta be so loud…

(Battle map conversation)

Baul: General! We’ve received word from one of the scouting patrols.

Lilia: Let me guess, there’s a couple of “Iron Ones” up ahead? This place reeks of iron and oil.

Baul: You can stay here, General. I’ll lead the charge.

Lilia: That’s fine, but… Oi, humans.

Silver: Yes, sir.

Lilia: I know this is out of the blue, but I’d like to have you all show us just what you Night Raven College mages can do.

Baul: What!?

Lilia: There’s some “Iron Ones” loitering about up ahead. You all will need to capture them on your own. Don’t let even a single one of them escape. Or else our plan to sneak attack their camp will be ruined.

Everyone: Yes, sir!

Iron One A: Uwaaah! Who are these guys!?

Iron One B: Eeep! They’re wizards! Someone, help uuuus!!

Grim: Ack, they’re gettin’ away!

Sebek: Halt, you miscreants! Truly you are cowards, to turn your backs on your enemy!!

Lilia: Tsch. I told you, don’t let any of them escape!

Iron One A: Waaah, it’s a fae! It’s one of those scoundrel fae!

Lilia:�� You’re the scoundrels. Shyaaa!

(Lilia strikes the soldiers and they collapse)

Lilia: …Hmph. Waste of space.

Silver: Fath-… No, I mean, General Vanrouge. My deepest apologies for failing to capture them on our own.

Lilia: Hah. You did good kicking them around, but your endgame was shabby.

Baul: General. There’s foodstuffs and fuel in their wagon.

Lilia: All things they stole from us. We’ll be taking them back now. And you “Iron Ones” that we’ve captured, you are hereby banished. Leave this place now and go back to the Canyon of Howling Winds!

Imperial Guards: Gyagyaaaa!!

(Battle map conversation)

Lilia: …!

Baul: What is it, General?

Lilia: Shh…

???: Man, screw Henrick. All he does is sleep in the fortress all day while we’re out here working our asses off. He’s so friggin’ arrogant. I’ve had it with him.

Baul: !! It’s the “Iron Ones”….

Lilia: They haven’t noticed us yet. We’ll use the night to our advantage and sneak up on them in the darkness. And then we’ll chase ‘em off.

Baul: Yes, sir.

(Battle map conversation)

Little Fae: Tingle ding ding🎶

Grim: Woah, a bunch of tiny little fae just popped out.

Lilia: So up ahead there’s…. I see.

Little Fae: Ding ding🎶

Lilia: You don’t need to worry, we’ll get them outta here. Now you all go hide.

Little Fae: Ring ring 🎶

(The Little Fae cast a spell and sparkles appear)

Silver: Our wounds are healing… What is this light?

Baul: It’s a pixie blessing. Normally, they’d run and hide as soon as a human approached… I’m sure they’re eager for us to drive off the “Iron Ones” for them.

Sebek: Then we shall endeavor to meet their expectations.

Lilia: Alright, let’s hurry.

(Land of Briar - Campsite)

Lilia: Look. It’s the “Silver Owl’s” camp. Smells like human… There’s probably about 30 of ‘em here. Doesn’t look like the “Knight of Dawn” is among any of the guards… This should be a piece of cake.

Grim: Piece of cake!? But we only got, like, 15 people on our side.

Sebek: You fool! The peerless and renowned Sir Lilia is here, is he not! ‘TIS ABSURD THAT WE SHOULD FAIL!

Silver: Shh… Sebek, be quiet. I want you guys to listen to me. I’m sure you all realized this already, but this isn’t like the practice fights or training we do at school. …If you get hurt, the shock isn’t going to wake you up. Even though we’re in a dream right now, there’s no telling what’ll happen if you get seriously wounded. Yuu and Grim, don’t leave my side no matter what happens. You, too, Sebek…

Sebek: You have no need to fret for me. You best not lose your nerve, Silver.

Silver: ….*sigh* Seriously, don’t overdo it.

Baul: Grrr… Those blasted “Iron Ones”. Making themselves right at home, as if they owned the place… This is inexcusable.

Lilia: Heh heh. It’s fine, isn’t it? Since they’ve got everything set up already, setting up camp tonight will be a breeze.

Yuu: Wait, what do you mean…?

Lilia: We’re going to kick their asses and take their camp. Let’s go! Kishaaaa!!!

Imperial Guards: Gigiiiiii! Kyakyakyakya!!

Lilia: And don’t burn down the tents, you idiots! Or you’ll be sleeping outside!

Imperial Guards: Garururu! Gaugau!

Iron One D: !? W-We’re under attack! We’re under attaaaack!!

Iron One E: Thieves! They’re going after the mined goods! All guards deploy!

Baul: Thieves!? We are the Imperial Guard of the Land of Briar, here to protect our country! And we do so with pride! We will not forgive you ruffians. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU, LEAVE THIS FOREST AT ONCE!!

Episode 7-61

Lilia: Hahaha! You idiots are slow as snails. That iron armor of yours weighing you down? Shyaaaaa!

Iron One D: That small warrior yielding that massive magical stone weapon… Wait, is that the *Dragon’s Right Hand Man Vanrouge!??

Iron One E: Commander, at this rate our entire unit will be wiped out!

Iron One D: Shit! Without the “Knight of Dawn” there’s no hope going up against these guys! “Silver Owl” Troop 35 retreat! Retreeeaaat!!

Baul: Gahahahha! You spinless fools! Go run back to your fortress and tell your master this: As long the Imperial Guard of the Land of Briar still stands, we won’t let you go around doing whatever you want!!!

Imperial Guards: Gyagyagyaa! Garurururu!!

(The Silver Owl retreats)

Silver: Pfew…. Looks like we were able to drive them off. Yuu, Grim, are you alright?

(Yuu nods)

Grim: Man, Lilia whooped those guys before I could even cast one spell.

Sebek: Hmph! Naturally. With Sir Lilia and my grandfa- …Sir Baul by our sides, there’s no need for you two simpletons to do anything.

Grim: ‘Scuse me!! You’re one to talk! All you did was stand around and watch!!

Sebek: Ack… I-I was simply waiting for an opportune moment to strike! I wanted not to impede the Imperial Guards! I WAS NOT MERELY STANDING AROUND!

Imperial Guard A: Kekeeee! Gyagyaa!

Baul: What’s this! This wagon is filled to the brim with magical stones and Mysterium… Those blasted thieves. Just you wait, we’ll drive out the lot of you!!

Lilia: And lookie here! Those “Silver Owl” guys left behind a whole bunch of food for us. There’s grains and meat… Haha! And there’s even some fat little jade rats and steel lizards.

Jade Rats: Squeak squeak!!

Lilia: Perfect timing. We’ll roast ‘em up for dinner.

Everyone: !!!???

Grim: Ack! I don’t wanna eat a bunch of rats and lizards!

Lilia: As long as you cook it enough and it fills your stomach, any meat will do.

Silver: General Vanrouge, we can handle the cooking!

Sebek: W-We’re also undertaking culinary coursework at Night Raven College!!

Sebek/ Silver: PLEASE, LEAVE IT TO US!!!

Lilia: O-Okay. If you’re going to make that much of a fuss about it, then go ahead. You can handle meal prep today. Just keep in mind, we have a much more refined sense of taste than you lot. We’ll be able to tell right away if you added something weird to the food.

Silver: Wait, refined!??

Lilia: What is it now?

Silver: No, it’s… Never mind! We’ll try our best to make something you’ll all enjoy.

Lilia: And as for the rest of you morons, get to work repairing the magical stone weapons! There might be other “Silver Owl” members lurking about, so stay on your guard!

Imperial Guards: Gigiiii!

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Part 3

TL Notes

Lilia: But at any rate, my given name is Lilia, and my *courtesy name is Vanrouge.

Courtesy name: “A courtesy name (Chinese: 字; pinyin: zì; lit. 'character' | Japanese: 字; revised Hepburn: azana; lit. ‘character’), also known as a style name, is a name bestowed upon one at adulthood in addition to one's given name. This practice is a tradition in the East Asian cultural sphere, including China, Japan, Korea, and Vietnam.” (Source)

Baul: What!? *I don’t have any grandchildren!

Sebek was trying to say おじいさま (ojiisama; Grandfather) and he only got out the oji part before Baul interrupted him. おじ (oji) is one word for “uncle” in Japanese, and Baul actually responds “Uncle!? I don’t have any nephews!” But I couldn’t make that work in English, so I just changed it.

Lilia: *Father? I don’t remember having a son. Let alone a human one.

Similar situation as above. Silver calls Lilia 親父殿　(oyaji-dono) which is a combination of oyaji (father/pops/old man/geezer) and dono, a very polite form of address. Combined together you get “Father”. In the chapter, the characters switch around between using the father/old man meanings, even though the word stays the same. Again, it’s not a kind of wordplay that works in English, unfortunately, so I am just sticking with using “father” for any mention of oyaji-dono/oyaji.

Iron One D: That small warrior yielding that massive magical stone weapon… Wait, is that the *Dragon’s Right Hand Man Vanrouge!??

「竜の懐刀」 Could also be “Dragon’s Dagger Vanrouge”. I went with “right hand man” since he’s the general of the right and all.

Please note: We will not know what the proper translations of the new places and character names introduced in this chapter are until the official English localizations are revealed, so please take my translations of them with a heavy grain of salt.

#twst #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #baul zigvolt #twst spoilers #twisted wonderland #the ruler of the abyss

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