#aaaah my eyes they burn

[rachaelmayo]

This was commissioned promotional art for my friend Tim Burke, an author of the strange, horrific, and humorous (all at the same time).  The novel is called Saints of Flesh, a sequel to his first novel, Flesh Sutra.

For this promotional art, Tim wanted a magical emblem that utilized sacred geometry, but it needed to be "evil" sacred geometry.  He provided several designs he liked that were proper geometric diagrams, as well as a traditional yantra design, and said to me, pervert them.   He wanted them to be eye-searing, almost painful to look at.  They needed to be off; the measurements and shapes tweaked so that they're just a hair out of true. 

I'd originally wanted to make all the red linework into bones, but after we played around with designs back and forth, Tim favored a simpler approach.  The red and aqua dance in front of my eyes, and tweaked just a little in Photoshop, the design is deliberately almost painful to look at for very long.  Tim, of course, has made merchandise out of it, so it can be wrongity-wrongly-wrong on all kinds of stuff, including t-shirts and laptop stickers, and all kinds of cool stuff.

I worked out the geometric design on the computer, printed it out, then colored it with Prismacolors.  The dark background is also Prismacolor.  I don't know if it shows up well here, but the imagery is comprised entirely of muscle fibers and eyes.  Lots of eyes.  Oh God, So Many EYES.

[byuntrash101]

incubus: coming of age

fem!reader x incubus!san smut | mdni 11.3k being in love with your boss, doctor jeong yunho, is a nightmare. unlike this dream you're having right now of him gently kissing you in the middle of the night. but something feels off. doctor jeong doesn't quite sound like himself... nsfw tags under the cut

multiple smut scenes (2), demon!san (needs its own warning), the duality© of choi san he's cute and sweet then hot then even hotter, he's pouty and whiny and then a cocky little shit, monster cock!san (i mean he do be a demon tbh so don't expect realism), dirty talk (he's filthy), oral (f&m), eye contact>>>, breath play, overstim (f), multiple orgasms (he ain't no sex demon for nothing), slight dumbification, breeding kink, a sprinkle of spit play, explicitly asking for consent, pet names (kitten, baby, good girl), breath play, praising, begging™ (that's my brand baby), bulge kink, marking (in a quite literal sense), orgasm control, squirting, an ungodly amount of cum, cum play, lowkey wholesome ending <3 a/n: please enjoy this rework of an old fic of mine

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“Aaaah… Don’t stop” you huffed as you gripped on the bed sheets tightly “I’m cumming” you cry out through gritted teeth, furiously rubbing on your aching and throbbing nub. “F-fuck… Aaaah… Yunho…” You moaned, his name so naturally rolling off your tongue as you pushed yourself over the edge, finally grasping your orgasm and letting it wash over you in waves of heated bliss.

Once your sinful deeds accomplished, you sighed to yourself, lying wide awake in the dark bedroom, contemplating the blank ceiling as your bare chest heaved up and down. 

You did it again… You just couldn’t help yourself, you touched yourself to your handsome boss… Again!

You clicked your tongue, annoyed at your own lack of will.

Yunho was the head of the ophthalmology department at the KQ Medical Center where you worked. Doctor Jeong Yunho was everything a woman in her mid 20s, such as yourself, could desire. He was tall and well built, had strong broad shoulders that seemed like they could carry the weight of the entire world, he was unbelievably attractive with his big puppy eyes and a smile that could light up a room. And on top of that he was incredibly smart and a true gentleman, a wonderful listener, always considerate of his team and that smile! You thought again as you recalled how he looked fondly at you earlier today as you handed him yet another patient file.

As an ophthalmologist of said team, you worked directly under him. And God knew how much more you wanted to do under him…

You shook your head…You really had to stop dreaming about your married boss. Yes, he was married, happily married. And yes, your little thoughts and heart flutters were nothing more than that… dreams, just silly dreams.

You sighed and flipped to your side, tucking your head comfortably on the pillow to finally get some sleep. Not even taking the time to slip your panties back on. Simply buttoning your nightgown back up.

***

You have no idea how long you’ve slept for when you’re woken up by the sound of a pair of lips smacking and the feeling of the said lips attached to your bare shoulder. You blinked a few times, your blurry eyes adapting to the dark room solely illuminated by the rays of the full moon peeking through the blinds. Your eyes fell on the blonde tuft of hair occupied with gently nibbling on your collarbone.

“Hmmm… You finally woke up y/n?” The man lifted his head…

Dr Jeong?!?!

You flung yourself to the headboard, covering yourself with your blanket. Yunho was not at all startled by the sudden screech of terror you emitted and just casually joined you up the mattress. He leaned in and started to playfully lick around your ear. His tongue was surprisingly cool against your burning ear and the tickling sensation raised goosebumps on your skin.

“Aaah” A soft and unexpected moan seeped from your lips. You immediately clapped your hand over your traitorous mouth, refraining from moaning again. Your ears have always been your weak spot.

“Oh baby, you’re so sensitive” his deep voice resonated in your auditory, shivers running down your spine as you fought the urge to lean your head back to give him more access to your neck.

“Dr. Jeong,” you started, voice wavering before the tall blonde interrupted you. 

“Call me Yunho, darling” The pet name spoken in his soft sultry voice made arousal stir your guts around, the butterfly wings tickling your stomach as they took off by thousands.

“Y-Yunho, what are you doing?” You asked in a short breathed whisper, trying so hard not to whimper and, against all odds, succeeding. Yunho smirked, wet lips pressed against the thin skin of your neck.

“Come on baby… You know exactly what I’m doing” He marked a long pause to suck on your earlobe, compelling you to close your eyes. “I’m here to make your wildest dreams come true” Your eyes immediately shot open.

“How would you know about that?” You pushed him away to have a look at his face.

“I just do,” he shrugged nonchalantly before trying to go back to your neck, but you stopped him with a firm hand on his broad chest right between his pecs.

“There’s no way Doctor Jeong would know about that or even act like that at all… Who are you?” You asked, squinting as you grew suspicious. The man chuckled, incredulous.

“Y/n… It’s me Yunho your super sexy gynecologist boss”

Dread crept under your skin, you gasped loudly as you brought the covers further up your body… Doctor Jeong would never speak of himself as “super sexy” and above all else… He’s not a gynecologist!

“Who are you really?” you asked, tilting your head and frowning.

Soon the man dropped his shoulders and the fake reassuring smile, turning his face away from yours.

“Fine!” he spat, he got up from the bed and right there before your very eyes, red smoke started to form at the bottom of his feet, soon enveloping completely his big and tall figure. You rubbed your eyes, persuaded to still be in deep sleep, that was the only logical explanation.

When the smoke dissipated, Yunho was gone and there stood a boy. He had raven black locks of shiny hair perfectly sitting on top of his head, piercing and sharp dark brown orbs looking right into yours and pouty pink lips.

Well, a boy that is if you disregard the two obvious 10 cm (4in) tall horns that sprouted out of his forehead. And a just-as-obvious spade shaped black tail dangling behind him.

He was wearing an oversized black hoodie and a pair of denim shorts with thick white sneakers. He shoved his hands in his back pockets, looking annoyed.

“Who are you?” You asked again, this time more to yourself as you have trouble trusting your own eyes. The thing -for lack of a better word- runs his black stained fingertips through his hair.

“My name is San” he finally said.

“What are you?” you asked after clearing your throat trying not to squeal. San rolled his eyes and sighed deeply, his expression shifting from exasperated to defeated.

“I’m an incubus”

“A what?!” You nearly choked on your own saliva.

“A sex demon that-”

“I know what an incubus is!” you interrupted him, frustrated at the irrational scene taking place before your eyes.

“Well… At least I was supposed to become one” he looked down. You tilted your head in confusion. “Yeah… today is my exam… You’re my exam” You frowned your brows, the confusion thickening in your eyes.

“Your exam?” you echoed.

“Yeah, I was supposed to seduce you to pass…” Your heart jumped into your throat.

“Seduce me?!?” you said louder than intended, feeling yourself almost slipping into cardiac arrest.

“Are you going to repeat everything I say?” he snapped back with a biting tone. “Yeah… I kinda like… studied you and your preferences all semester just for today but it’s all for nothing… I’m going to fail anyway” he hung his head low, sulking cutely.

His words barely made any sense in your fuzzy mind. But then you took a closer look at him, he looked so sad, his cat-like eyes turned droopy, his lips forming an adorable pout as he nervously whipped his tail around. You immediately cursed your subconscious that decided to send you such a weird dream tonight. But the pouting incubus had you second guessing yourself.

“Well…I guess I can make an effort so you can pass your exam” His tail perked up and his eyes instantly lit up.

“Really?” 

You hesitated again.

“Y…yes” you dragged on the word, as if you were trying to keep the right of changing your mind for as long as possible.

“Oh, thank you so much!!!” he chirped, his lips stretching in the most adorable smile, making his sharp eyes turn into two small crescents. And you didn’t really know why but his happiness spread to you, you found yourself mirroring the beaming smile of the heart warming demon.

But something didn't sit right with you.

“Wait, an exam… how old are you?” you asked, uncertain again. San’s smile faded away as he tilted his head to think.

“Hm… You mean in demonic blood moon years or human sun years?” he asked dead serious. When you didn’t reply anything and only looked at him with round and confused eyes, he started mumbling to himself. “Yeah, how would she know what a blood moon year is…” he started counting on his fingers “I’ll be… One… Two… Ten… 19 years old in July” He said proudly puffing his chest.

“Oh my God! You’re only 18!!!” you nearly screamed, almost losing balance and falling off the bed. “I can’t I’m sorry, you’re way too young” San jumped to your side and grabbed both your hands pressing them into his black stained ones.

“Please y/n” he said, piercing cat-like eyes harpooning into yours and begging for your sympathy . “If I fail… I’ll be expelled from school and my parents will disown me… and…” he looked down at his feet, his grip slightly tightening around your hand, his voice quivering. “I’ll be prohibited from breeding, which is an incubus’ sole purpose” He hung his tails in defeat.

You didn’t know why or how but seeing him like that made your heart sink to the bottom of your stomach. You couldn’t possibly say “no” to such a face. You sighed again, it was your turn to feel defeated. 

“Fine…” you couldn’t help but to smile softly when you saw him wag his tail back. “What do you need to pass?” He looked to the side, recalling the instructions.

“For me to have just the passing grade I need to” he nervously licked his lips before looking back into your eyes “I need to successfully give you… one orgasm”.

You blinked your eyes twice, unsure of the information perceived by your ears. You started to shake your head slowly as the realization started to come clearer into mind. “Wait please y/n! We don’t actually have to have intercourse”

“Please don’t say it like that” you asked in a prolonged sigh, removing your hands from his to massage your temples, with knitted brows.

“Wait y/n! I mean… I could maybe… just…” he hesitated “go down on you?”. Silence fell for a second, but you started to shake your head again. “Please” he pleaded, getting on his knees at your side on the mattress, attacking with the damn irresistible eyes and pouty lips.

Silence again.

“OK…” you finally breathed out, getting up and pacing around the room. Once again, his tail cutely perked up. “If it’s a dream then I guess it’s ok…” you whispered to yourself this time your gaze drifting to the floor as you still have trouble processing what is going on.

Just a dream. You repeated to yourself.

“Oh my! Thank you! I promise I will make you feel good” your eyes shot back to him. It was almost imperceptible but the last two words sounded different. Something was different.

San took a step in your direction and you wanted to step back but the back of your legs hit the edge of the bed. You froze in your steps. He leaned into your ear and if you didn’t have your eyes to back up your ears on this one you would have sworn it wasn’t San speaking to you anymore. He took this deep, sultry, and alluring voice that only a demon could have.

“I promise you won’t regret it. Because I was trained for this.” You felt the unusually hot glide of his tongue on your ear as swarms of butterflies collectively took off inside your guts. “I was trained to please you… Only you.” Goosebumps ran across your skin as electricity sparked up in your core.

He went back to lick and suck on your ear you’re surprised how much surface his tongue can cover but you don’t pay that much attention to it, you’re too busy being gently laid back in your bed by San as he licked down your neck, leaving sloppy kisses and playful bites in his wake. His sharp teeth easily sunk into your skin and the pleasurable sting dragged a throaty moan out of your mouth. San briefly pulled away to look at you. He smirked at your flushed rosy cheeks.

“Baby, are you already feeling me?” Just as he said that he pushed his hips into yours and you had to keep yourself from loudly gasping when you felt… it. You haven’t seen it yet, but you just know it… That thing… was huge.

You let out a whimper and he unveiled his pointy teeth, the white pearls glistening under the moonlight. While San buried his face back in the crook of your neck you noticed how the buttons of your nightgown started to faintly glow red and in total stupor you understood they were undoing themselves. The straps swiftly slipped off your skin and you were left absolutely naked before San’s eyes.

He pulled away drinking in your most natural form while you laid on your back, thighs tightly pressed together.

“Baby you look this good, and you want me to behave?” he said in that voice again. He licked his lips, his tongue was different. It’s long and pointy, unnaturally red and… hot too… you recalled from the neck kisses. Your heart pounded in your chest.

He leans back again, and his disproportionately long tongue fully wrapped around your nipple. You moaned and bit your bottom lip. He lightly flicked his tongue. You gasped as it was gradually more difficult to resist.

He dipped down again, hot tongue gliding across your skin from your chest to your stomach and dangerously approaching your center. When he noticed you were keeping your legs tightly shut, he looked back up at you. Your eyes grew wide when you noticed the soft dark brown of his eyes was replaced by a glowing and ominous burgundy red.

“Baby, don’t make this harder than it has to be” San said, not parting his lips from your pubic bone still showering you with a thousand breathy kisses. Then with a flick of the wrist, your legs flew open, the magical force prying your legs open as if it were nothing, coercing you into unveiling yourself to the ravenous gaze of the demon. Before you could even realize it San was eyeing the most private part of you. 

And just like that the demon was at heaven's doors.

“Baby, it didn’t even start yet and you’re already this wet for me” his teasing made you squirm and it’s only then that you realized in what state the incubus has put you.

You were absolutely drenched. You never were this wet… Ever! Even in your wildest dream with Doctor Jeong. Without even proper touching, you soaked the sheets all the way through the mattress. You couldn’t see it, but you felt long strings of your juices linking your sopping center to the bed and coating your inner thighs.

When San approached his face very slowly, eyes focused on his target, licking his lips hungrily, when he’s right there, just a couple of centimeters away from your soaked slit he looked up at you. Sharp eyes glowing red and harboring a smirk that could only be described as downright evil.

“Oh, and y/n, one last thing. This is not a dream… It’s real… I’m real”

You didn’t have time to process the information before his tongue made contact with you, directly aiming for the clit. You gasped loudly, gripping the sheets. The sensation was unlike anything you’ve felt before. His tongue was uncommonly hot and wet, slimy even, like lubricated? It was also kind of rough, rugged, like a cat’s tongue. But strangely it was the best part about it, the little asperities were stimulating you in a novel way. You simply couldn’t hold back anymore. Frankly, you didn’t want to, you were giving in.

Your delighted moans filled the room, and your meek voice had San smirking, lips still tightly pressed to your folds.

“That’s it, kitten, moan for me.”

The pet name made you moan louder, your hand instinctively finding his head, fingers intertwining with the thick black hair between his horns and gripping it. His abnormally long tongue swirling around your clit, driving you to the verge of sanity. The pleasure rose steadily, and you felt the familiar build up form in your stomach.

He wrapped his lips around your swollen and very sensitive clit to give it a gentle suck. Another throaty moan slipped out your mouth which made you bite your lip right after. His sharp teeth grazed against you and you felt a small bite on your already aching bud. The sting was divine and made you scream out a moan. San felt you twitch under his tongue as you unconsciously buck your hips up and down, grinding your needy little cunt against his tongue.

“Kitten, are you gonna cum?” he asked with a mouth full.

You looked down at his dark red glowing eyes, his satisfied smirk, his pitch-black hair stuck to his forehead, his face smeared with your overflowing juices… Fuck why did he have to look so good?

You nodded, biting on your bottom lip so hard you could have drawn blood, feeling your walls flutter, inching so close to the edge, your peak within reach but San slowed down…

No… Please… 

You wanted to beg but you didn't.

You let out a desperate whimper that made San’s smirk grow even wider.

“Then tell me, Kitten. Tell me how good I’m making you feel. Tell me what you want.” he whispered in that deep voice again.

Fuck… How did he know you so well, the weak spot around your ear, the pet name, the dirty talk, the teasing? He knew about all the little things you fantasized about in the dead of night, all the details that drove you mad but never dared speak of out loud. All these secrets you kept for yourself until now. He knew your mind and your body. He had all the cards in hand and you were losing, giving up. But giving up never felt so good.

The agonizing slow flicks of his tongue on your throbbing pussy were killing you and you just wanted more. You needed more.

“Please, please San…” you whined. “Please, please let me cum. I-I need it so bad. Please”. you begged, your mind fogged up with lust. He chuckled in victory.

“Good girl” he praised before shoving his whole tongue in your clenching pussy. You didn't have the will (or the strength as a matter of fact) to control your voice anymore. You let your moans cascade off your tongue and crash heavily on the bedroom floor. The sounds were music to the demon's ear, the irrefutable sign you gave yourself up to him.

“Fuck… yessss…” you brought your second hand between the demon's horn to grip his hair too. Not realizing how harshly you're pulling at it, sting made San grunt against your heat.

“Beg me for it, Kitten”

“Please Sannie… aaah… Don’t stop… Please” you were pleading, you were so fucking close.

His tongue worked wonders going in and out of you at an astonishing speed, every time hitting your g spot dead on. Somehow, he managed to tongue fuck you while still give attention to your clit. Expertedly alternating between your fluttering and gushing hole and your touched deprived little bundle of nerves. 

“M’c-cumming” you whispered in a strangled breath.

“Yes, cum for me Kitten. Cum all over my mouth” San’s deep voice resonated in your ear as your eyes were closed shut. Your legs tensed up and your back arched as the knot finally ruptured, making you unravel at San’s touch. Juices flowing out into San’s open mouth. He sent you into an earth-shattering orgasm. The overwhelming sensation took over your entire body, making you shake uncontrollably as you screamed out his name. Never have you felt something like this. A simple human being would have never been capable of doing the things he had done to you.

San slowed down allowing you to ride off your high without hurry. When he parted his mouth from your quivering core you heard him swallow thickly then hum in satisfaction.

“Mmmmh… Delicious baby” he said wiping his glistening mouth and chin with the back of his hand, the glow in his eyes slowly fading to the original dark brown.

Your chest was heaving up and down and you still couldn’t believe what just happened. The things you felt you can’t really understand or even name them. All you knew was that you didn’t want to let them go.

San had already climbed off the bed when you let your heart speak. Or maybe the voice was coming from further south? 

“San…” he turned around “I-… hum…” you didn’t really say anything but San smirked. He clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“Is Kitten becoming greedy?” With that a red halo of light started to surround him and his clothes just simultaneously dropped to the floor.

You looked at him with round eyes and a hanging jaw. Who would have known he was hiding all this behind his boyish face? He looked absolutely stunning. You would have never suspected such broad shoulders underneath that oversized hoodie. He was toned and in shape. But the most impressive thing was without a doubt his masculine attributes…

His huge dick stood proud and tall. It was quite literally the size of your forearm and you just kept staring at it as it lightly twitched, precum shining and pearling at his slit.

You licked your lips as the sight made your mouth water. San picked up on your piqued interest right away.

He slipped back in bed with you and whispered in your ear again, planting kisses around your ear. He grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks in a firm grip, his black stained thumb tugging at your lips before he slipped his long tongue inside your mouth. Instantly the taste of your own cum spreaded on your tongue, lust clouding your mind. San continued to push his tongue inside, past the back of your mouth and until it was down your throat. Making your lips finally meet. Your eyes instinctively rolled to the back of your head, your mind slipping into some kind of half consciousness as you could only think of San’s plump lips on yours, only think of his tongue down your throat and the heat and the mess it was creating, both your saliva mixing and dripping on your chin. Goosebumps woke on your skin in the nape of your neck as his heavy breathing fanned your warm cheeks.

When he pulled out and you gasped for air, light headed from the burning oxygen in your lungs.

“I know you want more,” he said as he let go of your face to forcefully grab your wrist, placing your hand on his fat huge cock. The thing was so hard and hot, twitching under your fingers, you bit your lip trying to repress an embarrassingly needy moan and barely succeeding. San enfolded your fingers around his cock, making your hand appear so tiny in comparison to the huge cock inside of your clenched fist. He harshly thrusted himself in your small hand wrapped around his two big ones. You whimpered as San growled in your ear.

“Tell me what you want, kitten” San’s low grunts made you shiver, heat pulling in your stomach once more. He gave another powerful thrust in your fist.

“Please… San” you started with your lips trembling. “Fuck me” you finally said in a breath, barely above a whisper.

That was all that San needed. He left your side and kneeled right in front of you. He harshly pulled on your parted thighs to bring you closer. You let a whimper out as his member rubbed against your still very responsive clit.

He wiggled himself even closer and linked his hips with yours, his fat cock resting on your stomach.

“Look kitten, this is how full I’m going to make you” he chuckled, an evil smirk playing at his lips, slightly swaying his hips to rub on your nub. You bit your lip and lifted your head to take a look. You whimpered when you saw the angry red and leaking tip reach all the way up to your midriff.

It’s never going to fit…

He seized his thick member and started to rub the tip against your slit, gathering your wetness and coating himself with it. You bucked your hips up, impatient to be filled. But San gently took your chin in his black stained fingers and lifted your head up. Your eyes shoot back to his, the red glow was back.

“Look at me while I fill you up with this huge fucking cock” he whispered detaching every syllable of the three last words, eyes diving deep into yours. The smirk was gone, he was done playing.

Slowly and steadily, he pushed himself inside you. His girthy tip delightfully stretching your tight little cunt. You felt him progress inside you, surprisingly you didn’t feel any discomfort at all. Something of this length, of this girth, it should have hurt. But it just didn’t. Instead every centimeter felt like pure heaven as his glowing eyes locked into yours as he frowned and grunted.

Eventually he reached the deepest part of you and your hips linked again. You squeezed your eyes shut and your toes curled up… Because as crazy as it may sound just with this one slow stroke, he made you cum. You couldn’t explain it, there’s no logical explanation but you, a woman of science, you didn’t have a single thought anymore for logic. You only wanted more. More of this unholy pleasure. More of this demon, more of him.

You pressed your lips into a thin line to not moan. But San wasn’t fooled, he couldn’t possibly when your tight cunt was so desperately fluttering around him. He hunched his warm body over yours and leaned into your ear to whisper with the deep voice that you were starting to know.

“Oh Kitten,” he clicked his tongue with a patronizing tone. “You came with that?” He cooed as he slowly pulled out of your still throbbing cunt. “But I have so much more in stock just for you”

Then he stood back straight and took a bruising grip on both of your thighs to smash himself back into your dripping heat.

“Fuck” you yelled. Your eyes shot open as you cursed out loud, unable to resist the feeling. Your previous orgasm still hadn’t completely worn off and he was already forcing another one into you. Your eyes rolled back as your jaw fell open, shaking every time he thrusted his huge cock inside you.

San smirked when he felt the signature clenching and throbbing of your on coming high. But that didn’t stop him. As another orgasm washed over you, your legs shook uncontrollably as you moaned out his name.

“Aaaah… Sannnnn”

“Awww, you’re cumming again… Kitten really has become greedy” he chuckled slowly, adapting his pace to allow you to breathe. Your high slowly wore off. Your eyes came back into focus and you caught San’s tail lazily waving behind him before they drift to his handsome (but evil) face.

“Oh Kitten, you’re back! I almost thought you were going to pass out with this one.” he chuckled again, still slowly pumping himself deep inside of you. “You’re not used to feeling this good, huh?” You couldn’t even reply anything, your brain couldn’t process just one useful coherent thought so you just laid there trying to process the feeling but San sped back up, going even faster. Right when you thought it couldn’t get better. Right when you thought he couldn’t possibly fuck you any better than this… he does exactly that.

Immediately you gripped the sheets again, arching your back. You were already back to screaming for him. He felt amazing inside you. The way each thrusted into you to deliciously spread your aching tiny little cunt, the way he rammed himself into you, rearranging your guts and shaping your hole to perfectly fit his fat cock… Frankly in this instant you couldn’t even remember your own name.

“Fuck… Aaaah…”

The sound of wet skin clashing reverberated against the walls of your room. Finally, you felt him dangerously twitch inside you. He was coming close to his release, and it showed in his dark red glowing eyes.

“I’m gonna cum inside you” he grunted lowly, tightening his grip on your thighs. This was definitely not a question. It was a statement.

You welcomed his demand as it meant salvation to you. You were exhausted, your pussy just couldn’t take another one of these intense orgasms. You felt like you were going to collapse as you laid there on your back while he furiously pounded into you, your eyes rolled back and your tongue hanging out of your mouth, flapping on your chin with every thrust.

“Yesh, pleash cum inshide me” you mumbled, not even bothering to slip your tongue back in.

“I’ll make you mine, kitten” he growled, making you shiver.

“Yesssshhhh” you huffed in a shaky breath.

Your own release was coming close, again. Your toes curled upward, and you arched your back, your tight pussy frantically throbbing and clenching around San as his cock pulsed and twitched inside you finally releasing his delicious piping hot cum.

“Fuckkkk” San breathed out through gritted teeth as you sunk your nails into his biceps.

Gallons of thick white sticky liquid gushed out inside you, adding on to the full feeling of San’s cock. You felt astronomical volumes of cum filling you to the brim until it had to flow out of you in a slimy river of gooey white spurts.

You both caught your breath for a good two minutes before you could even move. When San finally pulled out your mixed juices still linked him to you in long strings.

He was quicker to recover than you. Your chest was still heaving up and down when he magically popped his clothes back on.

He looked back at you and the change in attitude was blatant. The glow in his eyes was gone, his innocent boyish expression was back, the cat-like eyes had lost their sharpness and looked back at you with a kittenish expression, and his smile? just adorable. Even his tail was cutely wagging behind him. Suddenly there was nothing evil about him (once more, disregarding the demon horned of course).

“Thanks y/n! Imma have the best grade ever. I bet Hongjoong had to keep the illusion spell…” He smiled from ear to ear, the shiny brown irises completely disappearing to leave two cute crescents.

Completely drained out you barely managed to simply nod back at him and grinned from the corner of your mouth.

“Anyway, bye… Kitten” he said, a playful glint briefly passing his eyes while the red smoke engulfed him once more.

When the smoke cleared out you were almost - not almost - sad that he’s gone. You sighed deeply, cum still lazily dripping out of your broken-beyond-repair hole.

How  were you supposed to go back to a normal life after that?

***

Well in fact… you didn’t. It was over a year later and San never came back. Every night you were hoping that somehow, he would come visit you again. But every night you laid in your bed disappointed, actually, even worse: frustrated.

Because after that fateful night you never touched yourself to your handsome boss Doctor Jeong Yunho again. Actually, you completely lost interest in him. Sure, he was still very handsome and gentlemanly but you just… didn’t care anymore.

To be clear you didn’t touch yourself to Yunho, but you still did have intimate moments with yourself… Well, you tried at least. Because nothing, nothing came close to what you felt when San took care of you that night. Actually, you knew no human being, no simple mortal could possibly fuck you that way. It’s not something a being of flesh and blood can do… It’s something only an unholy creature could do, something only a demon could make you feel.

So every time you succumbed to the urge of relieving yourself by letting your fingers play with your folds it ended in either, a complete failure where you couldn’t even drive yourself to your peak or, a lukewarm, disappointing and frustrating orgasm.

A whole year…

A whole year spent fantasizing about a teenage demon that only used you to pass a stupid exam then vanished from your reality without failing to completely shatter your whole world.

So yeah… it sucked…

You sighed to yourself, staring at the same old ceiling of your room. It was one of those nights where the tension was just too much, but you didn’t feel like going through the hassle of actually pleasuring yourself knowing damn well it was going to be temporary and frankly dissatisfying.

You turned to your side, determined to chase off the frustration by getting some good sleep. Exhausted you drifted pretty quickly into a deep slumber.

But the sleep was anything but good… You found yourself covered in sweat, wrestling in your sheets, engrossed in a fever dream. Not much of it made sense but you felt hands were roaming your body, an usually warm embrace was enveloping your form, you felt rugged flesh lapping at your ear. You heard jerky breaths, lowly grunts, an unnaturally deep voice talking to you…

Missed me… Kitten?

“San?!” you shouted as you sat up in your bed, eyes snapping open.

You looked around in a slight panic, your night gown clamped to your sweaty skin and your chest heaving up and down.

“Fuck” you cursed yourself under your breath, disappointed when you realized your mind played tricks on you again. You were just here alone in your room, soaked in frustration… and arousal.

“God damn it” you cursed again as you slipped your nightgown over your head and kicked the covers off your heated skin. Leaving yourself naked on top of your bed. Immediately the cold air lifted goosebumps on your humid skin, hardening your nipples.

You let your fingers slip to the crux of the problem. You knew there was only one way to finally be able to chase away the memory of San, even if it was only for tonight.

The cold fingers on your drenched heat drew a sharp breath off your lips. You were so excited about this stupid fever dream, so excited about him that only a few rubs already had you with your toes curled up in pleasure, fisting the sheets tightly.

“Aaaah… San” you softly moaned his name. With eyes closed shut, you tried to recall the way he felt inside you, the way his eyes glowed red, the way his low voice sent shivers down your spine…

Awww Kittennn~…

It was like you could hear him… you gave no rest to your sensitive and throbbing nub.

“San, I’m gonna cum” you whispered to yourself. Pleasure slowly taking over your entire body. You slipped a finger inside your drenched heat to aid yourself to your peak a little quicker. Then another one. You aimed directly for your sensitive spot and you felt yourself tightly clenching around your fingers. You’re so close… so so close.

“Aren’t you going to wait for me?”

This time…There’s no doubt.

Your eyes snapped open again as you stopped what you were doing and you were met with San staring you down at the foot of the bed, licking his lips, eyes already wavering with a tint of red.

But for a second you doubted. Was it really him? You can’t help but to ask yourself. He looked so different. Sure, the spare shaped black tail still loosely dangled behind him but other than that his whole aura changed. The boyish features are completely gone. Instead, his eyes and jaw look sharper. He looks broader, more muscular. His plain black tee is tightly hugging his fit and toned body, making it easy for you to see abs peeking from underneath the constrictive fabric, abs you can’t recall from the previous visit. His arms muscles were thicker, and a lot more developed. Along with his pecs of which you could clearly see the outline of under the skin tight black tee. His matching jeans let you see through their rips his smooth silky skin and generous thighs.

But the most noticeable change is definitely his horns. The cute 10 cm (4in) tall skin-colored horns were replaced by huge 30cm (1ft) long ones. They were directly sprouting in a spiral from his forehead and stood proud on top of his head. Their base was black but as they went up it faded to a dark and deep blood red.

Overall, he looked much more mature.

He wasn’t a boy anymore… he was a man.

“San?” you started hesitantly as the demon already slipped beside you in bed. “Is that really you?” you couldn’t help but to ask.

“Yes, Kitten… It’s me” he whispered in the low voice you've missed so badly. Bringing his lips close to your ear and you felt his rough tongue lap at your sweet spot, the familiar sensation drew a shaky breath out of you. For a minute you didn't say anything, you were just there, under his spell as he played with you. In the midst of it all, you didn’t even notice you were stark naked, or maybe you just didn’t care. You didn’t want to protest quite frankly, you let him do, you let him gently nibble at your bare collarbones and plant gentle kisses on your neck. You let him because that’s what you’ve been waiting for… For a whole fucking year.

But then you shook your head, snapping out of it. You left his side and get off the bed taking the sheets to wrap around your naked body and get up, knowing that his soft kisses kept you from thinking rationally.

“San…” you turned your eyes back to him “you've… changed”. He chuckled and the red glow faded to slowly disappear as he got up.

“Yes… I know, a lot can change in 12 years…” he casually said while stepping closer to you.

Wait. What?

“What 12 years? No, it was just last year” you corrected him, and he took your hands in his slender black stained fingers.

“Maybe to you. But not to me” You suddenly recall the demonic blood moon years he had mentioned on his first visit. Maybe that’s what he meant. “I’ll be turning 30 this July.”

Your jaw dropped. How was that even possible? But then again, here you were questioning the passing of time for an incubus. So what's crazier really?

“You remember what I told you about breeding?” San’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Yes… that it is an incubus sole purpose, right?” you said absentmindedly, still having trouble wrapping your mind around the situation. But you were brought back to the present moment when San squeezed your hands tightly and dived in your gaze with his piercing dark brown orbs.

“Yes, I came back for that…” he leaned in and you instinctively leaned your head back giving him unconditional access to your neck. San’s voice went down an octave again, lips only millimeters away from your ear. “I came back for you…” he whispered before he licked around your sweet spot, making your heart loudly thump in your chest and your toes curl on the cold wooden floor of your bedroom. You bit your lip trying to restrain your voice.

“I’m going to breed you” his voice was hypnotizing, “You will bear my children and bring them into the world” You couldn’t even wrap your mind around what he was saying, “I chose you, y/n. I only want you” His voice was putting a spell on you. “I can fuck any women I want but…” his warm hand was now wrapped around your nape, and the other one gently pulled on the sheets wrapped around your nude body that you let fall to the ground without resistance.

“San what do you mean?” you asked in a jerky whisper, only focusing on his hot breath on your ear. He ignored your question.

“I need your approval to breed you, y/n” His blunt nails grazed against the naked skin of your lower back, you started to softly moan, you were wrapped around his fingers, completely bewitched by his cat-like eyes fixed into yours. 

“So, say yes, y/n… Say yes Kitten” he said before his large palms groped your ass and pulled you against him, closing in the last centimeters that were left between his clothed body and your naked one, sending radiating heat from your core to your entire body.

What were you supposed to reply? Were you supposed to say "no"? How could you do such a thing after waiting for him for a whole year, everyday growing a little more desperate, a little more frustrated… How could you possibly say no, when his hands were roaming your body like they have always known you. When he whispered with that voice in your ear. When minutes ago, you would have given anything to have another night with him…

You… just…

Couldn’t.

“Okay…” you whispered ever so quietly, barely audible even for your own ears.

You felt San’s cheek lift against yours as he smiled. When he pulled back, you can see his pointy teeth glistening under the full moon, like they did a year ago. He was wearing the same evil smirk that you knew so well, the same wicked and devious smirk that he burnt into your memory a year ago, making sure you could never forget about it.

Fuck…

Right there something snapped, something changed. When San looked back the red glow in his eyes was more intense than ever, his expression was wicked. Lust dancing in his dark orbs as he licked his lips with appetite.

You didn’t even notice the red glow around your naked form before you felt your feet being lifted from the ground. San smirked at the confusion plastered on your face. His magic made you levitate and harshly threw you on the bed, almost smashing your head on the headboard. You should have been stunned but the scene taking place right before your eyes kept you conscious and focused.

The red glow now circled San and in a fraction of second his clothes were gone. Not dropped to the floor, just gone. They completely vanished. And he stood right before you in all his glory. You couldn’t help but to let your eyes trail his body.

His intense gaze, his sharp jawline, long narrow neck, his collarbones. The large and sturdy muscular shoulders. The developed muscles of his pecs and arms moving and mesmerizing you. The dangling black tail. The toned abs, already lightly sparkling with sweat.

Then your eyes finally went below the waist line.

You do remember the enormous… thing – for lack of a better word – San fucked you with last time. How could you forget? You could never. That’s why you know for a fact that this thing right there in front of you, rock hard, lightly twitching and oozing precum at the slit, is actually bigger.

Your jaw dropped to the floor. The veiny and pulsing monstrous cock was as lengthy as your thigh and as thick as a soda can. When you looked more closely at it you realized it was beaded. Beads of different sizes were visible, forming bumps under his skin that progressed down the shaft. Your heart jumped in your chest. Because you knew that huge ass cock was made for pleasure. Tingles started to bubble in the pit of your stomach, and you unconsciously pressed your thighs together.

San couldn’t help but to smirk when he noticed fear and anticipation swim in your confused eyes.

He stepped closer to you.

“Oh Kitten” he started as he crawled in bed to you. The wicked smirk still dancing on his lips, red glowing eyes fixed on you. “We’re going to have so much fun~”

Then with the familiar flick of his wrist your legs flew open at his will. You gasped in surprise. And San’s smirk grew wider when he noticed how your folds glistened with your juices.

“Kitten look at you…” He said, gesturing his chin towards your most private part. “You’re always so wet for me” his low voice sent shivers down your spine as embarrassment rushed to your cheeks. But the spell maintained your legs nice and spread out for him.

San leaned in closer to your drenched heat, sharp teeth on display and tongue out.

You gasped loudly arching your back when you felt his rugged tongue aiming directly for your clit. Still very sensitive from almost cumming a few minutes ago.

“Mmmmh… Kitten you taste even better than last time” he purred, lips pressed to your core, the vibrations sending electricity in your body.

San took his sweet time gently lapping at and around your nub to tease you, while cascades of juices flowed out of your impatient center. You can’t endure the teasing anymore, not after all this time, not after a whole year. You unconsciously bucked your hips up, grinding your pussy on his tongue while a tiny pleading whimper escaped your lips.

San stopped in his tracks. You were taken aback when the glowing red pair of cat-like eyes looked back up at you as he shook his head fainting disappointment. But the smirk was quick to return.

“Baby” his warm breath fanned your delicate parts. “Don’t be so fucking greedy” he said before sinking his pointy white teeth in the sensitive little bud. The sting pulled a scream out of you while you gripped the sheets. Immediately after San’s tongue plunged inside your hungry little hole, reaching the deepest part right away. At an alluring speed, his long tongue came in and out of you, each time poking at your sweet spot. Your loud moans echoed through the empty night, the familiar knot, quick to tighten again after this much teasing.

“San don’t stop” you pleaded, feeling your release coming in. San’s red orbs still fixed in yours while his tail lazily dangled behind him.

The incessant stimulation of your g-spot got you clenching around his long and rugged tongue while you finally came, letting go of the knot. You screamed in absolute bliss.

That’s it… this feeling… The sensation you’ve been craving.

“Fuckkkk” You cried out.

San parted himself from your throbbing center for a moment, allowing you to ride out your high at your own pace. Your chest was heaving up and down, sweat was pearling between your breasts.

“Baby, don’t think it’s over just yet” he said, smirking again. “I have so much more in store for you…”

You didn't have time to fully recover yet but San dove down to your soaked folds again, this time his hot and wet tongue only focused on your swollen nub. You scream out in surprise and pleasure. Immediately your back arched again.

His tongue somehow felt like it vibrated, the feeling was intense and suffocating, and you knew you would soon be thrown into another strong orgasm again. Your hand instinctively flew to San’s hair, resting in between his two horns, fingers harshly pulling at his luscious raven black locks.

“Is Kitten cumming again?” he said with a mouthful.

You couldn’t even process an answer as the crushing orgasm washed over you again, excessive amounts of your arousal coating your tights and linking your center to the sheets. You moan out without restrain, not making any efforts whatsoever to keep your voice down.

When he was done San sat back up on the bed. You didn’t even notice how he stroked his huge monstrous pole in his fist.

“Kitten, I hope you’re not too tired yet…” you jumped when you felt the unnaturally hot tip glide against your folds. “Because it’s my turn now” he singsang.

He shimmied his way to your parted thighs. Like last time he rested his cock on your stomach to measure it up to you. Now there’s no doubt the thing is much much bigger than last time. A year ago, it reached to your midriff, now the red tip is comfortably placed between your breasts. In a sort of trance, you wrapped your hands around it, the both of them can barely circle the girth of his dick. It was huge… Abnormally long and terrifyingly thick… but you couldn’t wait to feel the thing inside you.

San smirked when he noticed you eyeing his member with burning desire. He pulled his hips back and aligned himself at your entrance. His tip teased you as you bit your lip, gathering your wetness for a smooth crossing.

“Look at me Kitten” your eyes shot back to San’s glowing orbs. “Look at me while I make you take my cock” You let a tiny whimper out when you feel him pushing himself inside you. The tip gently and slowly parting you. San grunted in your ear.

“Fuck Kitten, you’re so tight for me baby” he breathed out in his low voice.

With every centimeter it got better and better, you don’t feel any pain, only divine pleasure. You felt each one of the beads along his shaft, each one more pleasurable than the last. History repeats itself as with this one slow introductory stroke you found yourself coming undone for him again.

“I’m gonna cum” you whispered in a strangled breath, your eyes still locked with San’s. His smirk grew wider at your frowned brows and trembling lips. But he kept on steadily pushing his cock inside you, stretching you further and further.

“I know” he whispered before violently pushing the last few centimeters in. The unexpected and overwhelming pleasure washed over you as you sank your head back in the pillows, a long string of moans falling off your lips while your cunt twitched uncontrollably around San, a satisfied grin playing on his lips.

“Kitten” he said while pulling back slowly as you were still high from your climax. “I don’t think you’re ready for me” You peeled open one eye with difficulty to look at him and nodded to contradict him. San chuckled. “You think?” he asked, pulling his dick out of you while your walls desperately clenched around nothing.

“Y-yes” you whispered, squirming, craving for him to fill you up again. “Yes, I missed you so much” the words rolled so naturally off your tongue before you even realized they did. San lifted an eyebrow.

“Really Kitten? You missed me?” you nodded again. “Well… you only waited for a year” you gasped as his hot tip circled your aching little nub before going back to your entrance. “I waited for 12 years” he said in an unnaturally low grunt.

He slammed his hips into yours in one powerful and shattering thrust which set you right back to screaming again. His movements were fast and precise each time he sent his big cock smashing against your g-spot. The pleasurable feeling was unbearable.

“San… Aaaahh…” you moaned his name, as you got dangerously close to the edge again.

“Yes, moan for me Kitten” he said through gritted teeth. “Am I not a lot better than last time?” he panted.

You couldn’t believe it but it’s true. You didn’t think it was possible but yes. He got incredibly better at fucking you to the point that you were ready to pledge your pussy to him for eternity. For him only. You’d do anything to be fucked like this every day until your body eventually gave out from exhaustion.

“Yesss…. Aaaaah… fuck” You shouted closing your eyes under the pleasure. Your loud and unrestrained moans made San smirk.

“You’re mine” he growled continuously fucking you deep and hard. “Fucking look at me I told you” He planted his black nails at the side of your face, making you wince and also open your eyes. The red glow was brighter than ever. “Say that you’re mine” he commanded.

“I’m yours” you whined locking eyes with him as the clenching of your cunt warned San of how close you were.

“Kitten, are you gonna cum again?” he chuckled, eyes locked into yours, furiously pumping his abnormally large cock inside your now shapeless little hole.

“I’m gonna make you mine Kitten. I’m gonna pump you full of cum. Do you want that Kitten?”

“Yes please” You begged in a short breath, your release getting dangerously close.

“Good girl” He grunted getting close to your ear, his rugged tongue licking the shell of it. “Now cum. Cum around my big cock while I fill you up to the brink with hot cum.”

The low whispers were enough to rocket you over the edge. You screamed in absolute bliss, twitching around his huge cock as you felt the hot sticky liquid rushing into you and overflowing out. Just like last time the quantity was inhumane, testifying of San’s demonic nature.

When San finally slipped out of you, you felt your heat meekly clench around nothing, already missing the way San’s monstrous cock was making you feel so full.

You were left completely dazed, lying on the bed, eyes still rolled back in your head, focusing on the fading sensation of your peak.

You didn’t even notice when San stood by the bed and you also didn't notice how, contrary to last time, cumming had not calmed him down. The thing is still alive and lively. In other words, he’s far from done with you.

“Kitten, I’m gonna fuck your face now” he announced.

You didn’t have time to process the meaning of those words that you were being pulled by your arm. Your body was lying across the bed while your head was resting upside down on the edge of the mattress.

“Open wide Kitten” San’s hot and wet tip brushed against your lips. Almost out of instinct you opened your mouth.

San pressed himself inside your narrow mouth. The stretch was borderline unbearable, San’s cock was too big. Way too big for your tiny mouth and you barely managed to take the head of his dick inside your crowded wet hole. San grunted loudly, indulging in the feeling of stretching your lips to his convenience.

“Fuckkkk… y/n”

When he reached the back of your throat he started to slowly pull out, taking his cock completely out. You ceased the opportunity to take a deep breath. And that proved to be the right move, because seconds later San went back inside you but with much less tenderness. He placed both of his hands on your cheeks gripping your face tightly to aid himself with intruding your mouth.

He had no mercy for your poor sore throat, his powerful thrust silencing you except for the wet and sloppy sounds that your mouth emitted.

“How does your cum and mine taste like Kitten?”

His voice sent shivers across your skin, your eyes rolled back as your pained pried open jaw gradually went numb. You wanted to scream how good he tasted on your tongue but you couldn’t. You wanted more, more of this intoxicating taste taking over your mouth and clouding your mind.

“Fuckkkk… Kitten… You’re gonna make me cum” He whispered, his voice conveying the feeling of his incoming orgasm. “I’m gonna cum in your mouth baby. Want that Kitten?” You only produced a gargled moan and San knew how eager you truly were to taste more of him.

“Such a good girl for me”

Only instants after you felt the stream of his warm load shoot to the back of your throat, instantly filling your mouth. Squirts after squirts of cum crashed on the inside of your cheeks and on your tongue, some even slipped out of your mouth and lazily dripped down to your cheeks and forehead.. The bitter taste invades you and your entire body, making you dizzy, light headed.

When San pulled out you hurriedly swallowed a big mouthful of thick and hot cum before drawing a sharp -and much needed- breath.

San gently stroked your cum and spit covered cheeks.

“You’re such a good girl for me Kitten” he said before laying back on the bed, his back against the headboard. And your eyes went wide with stupor when you noticed that still. The monster has not calmed down. His cock is still hard, pumped full of burning blood, tip a shade of angry red and profusely leaking at the slit.

You felt exhausted and drained out by all the orgasms you failed to count. You couldn’t even lift a single muscle even if you tried.

But you didn’t have to because once again your body was enveloped by a red glowing light. With that you were lifted in the air. San’s magic spreading your legs into an impressive split, suspended in the air above him while he patiently waited for you to come down on him with his hands behind his head.

Beads of sweat formed on his chest and rolled down his toned abs. Sweat also stuck his bangs to his forehead and his horns. He was absolutely gorgeous, the kind of beauty that nobody would ever be able to turn down… and especially not you.

And unlike you, he looked everything but tired.

Slowly his magic lowered you down. You gasped when his hot tip brush against your drenched folds.

“I just need more of you, Kitten. Can you handle me?”

You wanted to respond but you were unable to think of anything coherent as, already, the steady descent had you stretched out around his girth and completely cock dumb. You only whimper meekly for a response. Slowly but surely San set you down on his cock, cunt perfectly angled with his huge dick. Each centimeter, each bead going inside you, making your body tense up with agonizing pleasure.

When you were halfway through the red light around your body went off and he dropped you to take the rest of him in one go. And it was just too much for you. The way his cock smashed into your sensitive sweet spot while San had his glowing red orbs fixed on the place your bodies met sent you into the abyss again. This time the pleasure was so intense that not only your needy cunt absolutely crushed San’s cock with a vice grip and uncontrollable spasms but also gushed out juices in powerful clear streams, drenching San’s muscular torso. San smirked as he clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“Kitten… You came again with the very first stroke” he said, fainting disappointment, taking pleasure in seeing you struggle above him, shaking uncontrollably, eyes rolled back, jaw hanging open and toes curled up.

Before you could even go back to your senses, you felt yourself getting lifted again and the red glow came back around your figure. You whimpered as you felt San slide out of you. But right before the tip popped out, he smashed you back onto him. You arched your back as a delighted long string of moans escaped your lips.

“Damn Kitten you’re so tight” San said through gritted teeth.

You couldn’t even say anything back as he’s already lifting you up with his magic. Each time he increased the pace until he had you jumping up and down his girth. The familiar knot tightened again.

“How good does my cock feel baby?” San asked his red eyes fixed on you as he made your breasts bounce on your chest with each back and forth.

“It’s the b-best…. San it’s the best thing ever. F-fuck! Wanna be fucked like this every day” you answered, struggling with your words, mushing them together. Visibly, it was what San wanted to hear as the evil twinkle in his eye intensified.

“Yeah Kitten? You want that, huh?” he grunted in the low voice you loved so much, sending swarms of butterflies flying in your stomach. He went faster again. The wet sounds of skin clashing bounced off the walls punctually interrupted by San’s and your moans.

“I’m gonna c-” You wanted to announce but San interrupted you.

“Not yet Kitten, this time you’ll cum with me and when I tell you to” He lifted you again, making you hover over his dick. Still, just above him. You squirmed only wanting to be filled again.

“Say what you want Kitten”

“Want your cock Sannie” he raised his eyebrow. “Pleasepleasepleaseplease” you begged, your pleas making him smirk again.

“Yeah baby? Is that what you want?” he said as he slipped the tip inside, the beaded shaft made you scream in bliss as San slowly lowered you on his cock, legs spread wide, offering him the best view on your cunt, your swollen clit hard and red and the shapeless entrance drooling and pulsing, aching to be filled again.

“Yessssss” you screamed while tears welled up in the corner of your eyes.

But then San’s spade shaped tail swiftly wrapped around your neck, the slick scales gliding on your skin send goosebumps in the nape of your neck. When the tail had made a full circle around your neck, San suddenly tightened the grip.

“Then fucking take it” he smashed you onto his huge cock.

You opened your mouth to scream but not a sound came out. You were completely silenced. Only the wet and lewd sounds of your pussy could be heard as San’s tip touched the deepest part of you, forming a visible bulge inside your stomach. Tears of pure joy rolled down your burning cheeks.

San then went back to this unforgiving rhythm. Every time angling you just right to smash your sensitive spot. Gradually your mind went blank as he fucked you furiously, your jaw hung open and your eyes rolled back into their orbit.

“Look at me” San whispered in his demonic low voice. Your eyes came back into focus and snapped to him. “I’m gonna cum inside you” he continued to whisper. You nodded vigorously, knowing it meant he’ll finally let you cum too. 

“With this one I’ll make you mine. I will pump you full of my seed and impregnate you. I’ll make your belly swell with my cum and have you bear my progeny” You nodded again, streams of tears wetting your heated cheeks. The restriction of blood to your brain fogged your vision with specks of white, making  you see stars as the pleasure rose again to an unbearable level.

“Now cum. Cum for me Kitten” San grunted.

You felt his cum flow into you, and that sent you over the edge into the most intense orgasm you ever felt, that’s including the ones San gave you in the past. This one was different. His big fat cock smashing into you, his glistening chest drenched with his sweat and your cum, the dirty talk, the pet name, the commanding tone, the low voice, the tail around your neck, the thick and hot cum filling you up. It was all too much.

Your spread out legs tensed up and shook uncontrollably as San led you to completion. Just as you were on the verge of losing consciousness due to the air restriction and the heavenly stimulation of your orgasm, San loosened his tail around your narrow neck. A strangled moan escaped free of your sore throat as you were finally able to vocally express the immense pleasure you felt.

“Yes, that’s it, baby” San purred. “Scream for me”. He kept you going up and down his length for a while longer.

You cried out a long moan as your head was thrown back and your tongue hung loose out of your mouth. San slowly decreased the pace until it came to a stop. He lifted you out one last time, as soon as his big member popped out of you, gallons of his cum flowed out of your tired and stretched out hole. San laid you down gently next to him. Before linking his lips with yours and shoving his long and rugged tongue inside your mouth while you didn’t notice the red glow marking you in the lower stomach region.

You laid there for you didn’t know how long, trying to gather your thoughts. You were completely drained, fucked beyond repair…

After a while San stood back up.

“In three weeks, the children will be born” you pelled open your eyes to look at him. “I’ll be back to take them… and you.”

What?!?

“Wait… me? Also babies? Plural?” so many questions shot through your mind.

“Yes” San said as he wiped himself with a piece of cloth he found. “I marked you as mine” It’s only now that you noticed the small obscure and cryptic symbol San engraved on the skin of your pubic bone with his demonic magic. The character seemed to be a language you can’t comprehend.

“What is this?” you asked, pointing to the tattoo.

“It means you are to be my wife”. Your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

“WHAT?” 

“Yes, you know what a succubus is right, a female incubus? ” you noded, unable to speak one more word.

“Well, succubus aren’t born. Succubus are made. They are human women chosen by incubus to become their wife and bring their heirs to the underworld.”

You wanted to say something, but you only stuttered nonsense.

“Over the course of the next three weeks you will kiss your humanity goodbye. Horns will sprout out your forehead and you will grow a tail. Your magic energy will increase, and you will slowly be able to use different magic spells. In three weeks, I’ll bring you back to the underworld with me, where you will live with me. And serve me with your body…” San marked a silence “and heart.”

“But… you… I-” San sat next to you on the edge of the bed and cupped your cheeks to make your troubled eyes meet his.

“Isn’t that what you asked for?” He asked, there was nothing left of the deep voice, instead he spoke softly, his dark orbs fixed into your unsure gaze. He brushed his thumb over your bottom lip “Right, Kitten?”

“Yes…” you whispered, bewitched by his intense stare.

“Over the past year, your feelings for me bloomed, didn’t they?” You felt blood rushing to your cheeks as San’s gaze was unwavering, sharp cat-like eyes piercing right through you and touching your soul. 

You didn’t answer anything, but you didn’t have to. San knew exactly how to read you. His eyes started to glow again, along with the symbol marked on your skin. And you were enveloped in his light. You felt like your soul was being bound to this creature, almost morphing with him. The bond was pure and benevolent. And real. From now on you were his and he was yours.

He got back up and magically summoned more clothes from thin air. Red smoke started to appear at his feet, gradually growing around him.

“I’ll be back in three weeks. Wait for me, Kitten, okay?” He said with that adorable boyish smile you haven’t seen in a year, he winked at you before disappearing in the red smoke.

You rubbed over the tattoo and over your belly, where life had taken its domain. This time, you wouldn’t have to try to go back to your normal life.

It was impossible anyway… and frankly you didn’t want to.

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A/n : This grew in my mind a while ago as well. I hope you'll like it

Naruto Headcanons series : 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

Warnings : Contains both fluff and slow burn-ish ends ( under the cut ) but seriously there is nothing harmful, like at all. And sad-ish for Sasori but fluff at the end

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Sasuke Uchiha : He was doing the dishes. He turned around when he felt you entering the kitchen. He slightly side eyed the bouquet you were holding delicately in your hands “What is that for ?” But you extended it towards him “It’s for you” you beamed. “You can set them there” he said pointing to the kitchen table, a hint of pink appearing on his cheeks. You knew he liked it even if he struggled to express it. Though he started to feel remorse for not acknowledging your present properly and with the due happiness it deserved. so the next day he made himself go to the flower shop and bought you one as well. Yes, the seller was shocked to see the Sasuke Uchiha come to their shop, and ask for help on a flower arrangement with a cold, distant tone. When he gave them to you still with a hint of pink on his cheeks, he saw the glint in your eyes and it made everything better.

Naruto Uzumaki : Flowers ?!? NO WAY ?!? He is just so excited. Seriously you could have given him some grass he would have been genuinely happy as it’s from you. He engulfs you in a bone crushing hug “Aaaah Y/n thank you thank you thank you !!” he screams. You’re so pleased to see this glint of pure joy in his eyes. He wants to know everything about them. He is so eager to put them in a pot. You help him. Unfortunately one dies in the process. So Here you are 45 later walking in the forest looking for THE perfect flower to add to the other. Well his tummy ended up having the better of him and you guys finished your stroll in the forest at Ichiraku’s. As if this could have ended in another way.

Itachi Uchiha : He was cooking when you entered your house. He knew you were going straight to him as he felt your aura approaching him “Hello my Love. Did you enjoy your day ?” Instead of answering him you just handed him the bouquet a huge smile plastered on your face. Which was quickly reciprocated on his own face “Thank you Precious this means a lot” he said carefully cradling the flowers against his chest. He extended a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as he left a white flower there “They are almost as beautiful as you. Almost” his voice was soft as he gazed into your eyes, silently asking permission to kiss you. Which you granted directly with a nod. He set a gentle hand on your cheek and pulled you closer to him eager to taste your lips once again. He peppered your lips with soft kisses expressing the depth of his love and longing for you. The next day he too was going to surprise you, with the velvety box he brought a week ago and safely tucked in his drawer.

Sai : Bro is so goofy. When you extended the bouquet towards him his face changed to a sad expression “I’m sorry for your loss” Your eyes widened “Sai my love no one died. They’re for you” Now it was the turn of his eyes to widen “Ooooh I see… thank you ?” he said. He didn’t really know how to act, as he never was gifted in this way. Though he couldn’t help the fireworks in his heart as you handed them in his hands. He put them against his heart “I’ll cherish them. Let me just- no here. Come here and hold them. I’m going to draw you” You complied happily and let him guide you into the pose he had in mind.

Neji Hyuga : When you handed him the flowers he looked at you with a surprised look. He was the man so why are you giving him the flowers ? Wasn’t it supposed to be the other way around ? Or maybe you had enough waiting for him to gift you so you did this to wake him up ? “Sunshine just take them. It’s from the bottom of my heart. I love you” He smiled softly at your words as he took the bouquet. Despite his reserved nature he took a step towards you and engulfed you in a gentle embrace, before giving a kiss to your neck “Thank you Y/n. I’ll do them honor and take good care of them” he stated, still holding you. You gave him a big smile. Even it was just flowers you were immensely happy that he wanted to cherish them like this.

Rock Lee : You don’t even have time to give them to him. The moment he understands it’s for him he knock your off your feet. He literally tackles you to the ground. Hot stream of tears strimming down how face - even some snot down his knows - as he nuzzles against your side “You don’t even know how this touches me deep in my heart ! I will cherish ad protect them with my life ! I will never forget your present ! Ever !” You laughed at his enthusiasm “Lee it’s just flowers. You don't need to get yourself into this state” you said rubbing his back hoping no one will come at the training ground and see you both on the ground, and also that he didn’t crush the flowers with his body. But when he helps you up from the ground and finally takes the flowers he sees a a petal falling from the bouquet almost in slow motion. His irises seem to shatter into fragments of glass as the petal hits the ground "NOOO ! I'm so sorry ! How could I let this happen ?!?" You began to reassure him "Don't worry, it would have happened sooner or later" And as he cried on your shoulder, you promised yourself to buy something that was less likely to break. Like weights, for example.

Gaara : He is SHOOK. What you took from your time to buy him something ? Was he worthy of your time and money like this ? He blushes furiously as the bouquet makes contact with his shaky hand “T-thank y-you Y/n. But I don’t think I deserv-” “Nonsense Peanut. It’s my pleasure. It’s only a mere proof for my love for you after all” you smiled trying to ease the tension building within him. It worked because the frown on his face gave way to a more relaxed smile. But then you took him by surprise and picked out a yellow flower from the bouquet and slided it between strands of his red hair “Perfect. You look the prettiest bride ever” He blushed even further “Y-Y/n ! I-I’m your h-husband” he whined as he stuttered against your neck. He didn’t want you to see how flustered you’ve made him. Now he had to find a way to fluster you as well. It would only be fair.

Hashirama Senju : You entered his Hokage office with the flowers in hands, opening the door with your back. He was so busy he didn’t even lift his nose from the stack of papers in front of him “Tobirama I told you earlier no I can’t change the colour of the wallflower just because you don’t like the yellow-” “I like the wallflower” you said chuckling at his lack of attention. “S-sweetie ! I didn’t know you were going to come-” his hazelnut eyes finally set on the bouquet “Oh are they for me ?” he said getting up. His eyes were glittering as he saw you nodding. “Thank you so much for the attention. Here put them there” he put a spare vase on his desk “That way I’ll always have a reminder of you” You chuckled at his words “You mean something more striking than the ring on your finger” sending him blush in the next century. “No no as strong. Of course not” He gave you a chaste kiss before walking back behind his desk. “If you’re willing to take a sit there and wait for me for… 30 min or so I’ll be able to leave early with you today. Hopefully Tobirama won’t catch us” he laughed as he took a sit and motioned for you to sit in front of him. Let’s just hope his brother isn’t going to come back to talk about this damn wallflower.

Madara Uchiha : He was at his office planning some missions for other ninjas when you quietly entered the room. He noticed right away the delicate flowers that you were holding. You set them in a vase in front of him and put your hands on his shoulders massaging gently. All this without uttering a word. You knew how tired he was and how much he just wanted to go to bed at hours like this. So you hoped they would bring him at least some joy. He took his time admiring the beautiful petal and the vivid green colour of the stalk. While letting you hands work their magic on his tired shoulders. Then in silence, he pulled you on his lap and gazed briefly into your eyes before giving a long and slow kiss to your forehead. The corners of his mouth lifting slightly as he attempted to smile despite his fatigue “Thank you my Love” he said breaking the silence “I’ll join you in bed son okay ?” you nodded “Okay” giving a kiss to his lips “I’ll stay with you there” you said setting your head on his shoulder. He felt his heart swell with love as he went back to his work. Fuelled in working better and faster by your presence.

Yamato : “I’ve finally found you. Here I got you these” you said showing him your gift. "Wow, they're incredible. What are these ? Poison ? Hidden kunais compartment ? Another kind of weapon ?" You laughed out loud, quickly putting a hand on your mouth “Yamato, Dear It’s only flowers” He makes a face. Not a face that looks like one of surprise as it should noooo. He makes his signature Yamato face with a creepy smile “I think he is happy” you thought. As you gave them to him he held them carefully almost scared to break them. You almost want to tell him that being an ANBU doesn’t make him a flower breaker, but you don’t want to make him even more anxious. He blinked slowly - like a cat - as he looked back at you “Thank you very much. I didn’t know or else I would have taken something for you as well. You’re important to me you know that” he said softly gazing into you eyes. “Don’t worry about this. Just knowing you came back safely means the world to me” Your words were his cue and finally he leaning in and kissed you deeply… the gear in his mind still working to find the perfect gift for you.

Sasori : He ✨side eyes ✨ the flowers as if they were a rotten apple “You know I don’t like flowers” he says. You don’t even know how he knows since his face stayed turned to the puppet he was fixing. “I thought it was because they were from someone else-” “From someone else or from you I don’t like flowers. That’s all” he said, as cold as ever. On your side you could sense he sounded kinda sad ? Maybe because the delicate plants were so fragile to the time and its flow. “I’m going to plant them. I’m sure they will grow taller. And every year their seed will make a new flower” you said leaving him to his work. Unbeknownst to you he stopped abruptly in his task, thinking about your words. And just like that he decided to get up and see how you were going to take care of them. How you were going to ensure their life in this world despite their short lifetime. Yeah you sparked something within him and for once in his life he was eager to wait and see how your care would save those little flowers.

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Iruka Umino : When his eyes set on the flowers he gets red. Almost as red as the roses you’re handing him “W-wow Y-Y/n they l-look so pretty. B-but I didn’t bring anything for you. I d-didn’t know y-you’d-” but you cut him off with a kiss on his rosy cheeks “It’s my pleasure Iruka. And I’ll bring you some as long as you like them. Just to see your wide smile, the sparkle in your beautiful eyes and the colors of your cheeks” you teased him pinching his cheek lightly. “Y-Y/nnnnnn” he whined looking as sheepish as ever “You’re teasing me” he tried to look up at you again without succeeding. finally after a deep breath he pulled you against his chest. He gave the top of your head a kiss, breathing in your scent “I want to take you out to dinner with me… i-if that’s fine with you” he mumbled. “I’d love that Iruka. We’ve both been busy lately. I think that would be really nice” He smiled widely hearing your words. Indeed it sounded really nice to spend the evening with you and maybe well have you come and sleep over…

Orochimaru : That little ✨shit✨ chuckles when you give him the bouquet. Making you almost self-conscious. You’re torturing yourself. Wondering if he likes them, or if he thinks you’re dumb for offering flowers to someone as powerful as him. His natural suave voice makes you shivers as he speaks “Ooh Pet look at you. Offering me something as fragile and vulnerable as you for me to take care of” he gets closer to you “I’m sorry to disappoint but my attention will stay solely on you my Dear. Well most of it since now I have to give them a little bit of care too” He tries to stay in character but inside it’s a whole firework going on ( 4th July for my fellow American and 14th July for my French comrades ) he wants to jump up and down with you in his arms while crying and ask the skies how they found him worthy of your time and love. But he doesn’t. Instead he gives you a long and needy kiss on the pulse point of your neck. And lets you here saying he is going to look for a vase. Letting you there longing for more.

Deidara : You didn’t even have time to give them to him that he screamed “Y/n ! Those are per-fect ! See those beautiful petals how soon they will fall. Slowly giving traits to the time passing and taking their beauty with it ! This is true art ! You’re an amazing partner ! I couldn’t dream nor create a better one ! Such beautiful flowers… quick quick I need to make something to help me remember how sumptuous they were !” He took the flowers from your hand and started running somewhere, his blond hair swaying with each jump. Suddenly you saw him run back to you. He gave you a passionate *French* kiss and with that rushed the other way. But not before screaming “Do not worry you will get rewarded later” You didn’t know which kind of reward he was meaning though with him literally anything was possible.

Kakashi Hatake : When he saw you entering your shared apartment with the flowers in hand,  he smiled under his mask “What a nice surprise. And to tell I was wondering what took you so long” He pulled down his mask and gave you a long awaited kiss after a long day of work for both of you. As he took them he took in there delicate parfum “And that smell as nice as they look. Thank you Y/n. I’ll see how I can make it up to you as well” Your heart swelled “Kakashi you don’t need too it’s my pleasure” But he took you of guard “Okay I’ll give you pleasure” “Huh ? What ?” with a swift motion the flowers were securely put in a vase and you were carried on his shoulder towards your bedroom.

Shikamaru Nara : When he saw you coming from afar he sighed before shaking his head slightly. When you handed him the flower he took them while a smirk was playing on his lips “My why are you always this troublesome ?” he said. But you knew he liked the present “This is going to be such a drag to water everyday” he took a step closer towards you “Though for you I’m sure I can make some room for that” he said twirling a strand of your hair around his finger. This time it was you who smirked “Only for that Shika ?” He chuckled at your comment before leaning in and pecking your lips chastely “Keep going and you’ll see I have plenty of room to make when it’s for you” “Well then What are you waitin-” you didn’t even finish your sentence that he swept you off your feet. Well at least now you were going to know what he was hinting at. Though a part of you knew damn well what it was going to be about.

Utakata : He saw you coming from afar. He noticed the pep in your step and followed you walking up to him from the corner of his eye “Utakata ?” you said it was clear that you were excited for some reason “Y/n ?” he said, unsure of what you were up to “I’ve brought you… this !” you said, taking the flowers from behind your back and guiding them into his hands. He looked at the bouquet which was now in his hands, then back at you. And back at the flowers and back at you “What are those for ?” he said. His usual cold tone accompanying each one of his words “They are for you Dear” “I see that but what for ?” “I think the pastel blue brings out your beautiful brown eyes, that's all” you said smiling at him. His eyes widened as he saw your face inching closer to his. Your lips looked very kissable from his point of vue all of a sudden. Maybe your training could wait only for one kiss or two after all. So he dipped in and tasted your soft lips “Mmmh still so exquisite” he thought. Yes, maybe training could wait a bit more.

Minato Namikaze : You’ve set him the surprise in a pretty vase and set it on the table waiting for him to discover it when he’ll be back from his Hokage office. He didn’t even notice them bruh or if he did he wouldn’t have though they were for them “My my does the fastest man of Konohagakure go so fast he doesn’t even see the flowers her wife bought for him ?” you joked. “Y-you’ve b-bought me f-flowers ? I don’t k-know what to say” You got up but in no time he went from the door to in front of you. You cupped his blushing cheek “Just a kiss will but even a smile will suffice” He immediately leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. As he pulled away though he took your hand in his “But if you allow me I can give you much more than just a kiss Y/n” he said. His eyes were twinkling with a mischievous glow despite his quiet tone. “Only if you’re not too tired” you responded. “I’m never tired for you. In fact…” he swept you off your feet and brought you to your room “…now I feel widely awake to do whatever you’re in for” And that’s how the next day you had troubles walking ; )

Tobirama Senju : He’s part of the side eye team as well. The bouquet receives a criminal offensive one “I’m a ninja I don’t need flowers” Despite his harsh answer you smirked. First because you knew he would react like this and second because you could sense he was glad you thought to grind him something even if he didn’t know how to actually handle the gift. So you decided to tease him further lmao. Pointing towards your chest you said “Those neither and if I recall yesterday you-“ You didn’t even finish your sentence his hand went to your mouth “Shhhhhhhhh ! Okay ! Okay fine ugh… thank you. They look pretty… I guess” you engulfed him into a hug “See it wasn’t that hard with a little help” you chuckled. He was looking at everything but you, his cheeks slightly flushed “You’re insufferable” he said, shaking his head slightly, though he couldn’t help the little smile that had appeared on his lips.

Hidan : He looks at you curiously when you extend the bouquet to him “Doll you know those aren’t part of my rituals for Jashin right ?” you giggled at his straightforwardness “Of course I know that. I bought them for you and no one else” He saw you walk toward a vase you also bought and set them on his night table. His purplish eyes followed your every move as you walked back up to him. His hands gripped your hips as he continued with a seductive tone “Mmh and what for then ?” you smiled at him “Well let’s just say that you worship Jashin and I worship…” you walked your fingers on his broad shoulder “…you” His eyes widened slightly at your words as a smirk spread on his lips “Oooh and can your worship lie in more than flowers or…” he let his words trail “All you ask I’ll do” you said breathlessly lost in his gaze as you started to feel his hands rubbing circles on the skin your shirt was showing “Okay then you see this cupboard ? Bend on it and let me do the rest. My good little worshiper” he said with a husky voice that gave you an inkling of what was to come.

Genma Shiranui : He raises an eyebrow at you, his tone teasing as always “Mmh look at that. A beautiful flower gifting me beautiful flowers. But between us you look appetizing compared to them” You blushed slightly at his suggestive comment “Genma just take them. Don’t embarrass me on the damn street. People will hear you” he chuckled darkly “Baby the whole village hears you when the night comes-” “Shhhhhhhhh !!!!!” you hissed. Making him chuckle even more. His arm circled your shoulders as he pulled you closer to him and kissed your temple “You know I like teasing you. I can’t help it. Your reactions are always delightful” he said, playing with the senbon between his teeth as he looked down at you. You playfully stuck your tongue out at him “You’re so mean” “But I know you love it” he chuckled rubbing his hand on your shoulder. And gosh know it was true.

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A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🧇🥓 Again my requests are open 🥚🧁

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[venturelovebot]

A/N: AAAAH This is the first piece of media I've written for Overwatch since like 2019! I wanted to so badly get back into writing but I just never felt like it! (´;ω;｀) I cannot believe this goober is what got me back into it. Bless their little rock eating heart.

Premise: You're a nerdy college student majoring in arts. Guess who you have a massive crush on. Guess whose popular and you're not. Guess who gets asked out anyway. ･*･:≡(　ε:) G/N!insecure!reader x Venture "Rock Eater" Overwatch ft. Illari the supportive friend!

Warnings: None! Just fluff.

You doodled another heart on a blank layer with your stylus. Beside that one you doodle a smaller one. You glance up quickly enough to get another look at their face and add small details to the main focus of your artwork. You move down a layer and add more shading. You zoom out. You're not happy with it.

"You push yourself too hard." Illari takes a seat next to you and sets down an unopened can of coffee. "You only see the mistakes. Everyone else will always see the bigger picture."

"That's what you keep telling me..." You softly sigh and open the can. Half of it nearly disappears in a gulp, so sleep would have to wait a little bit longer.

Illari looks over your work. "Oh! Is that S–" You cut her off with a harsh shush. Your head nods towards Sloane who sits not even twenty feet away from you laughing and talking with their friends.

"Not so loud..." You frown.

"Wow." Illari smiles softly and lowers her voice to a whisper. "That's like the third drawing you've done of them this week. Why not just ask them out already?"

"Stop!" You blush, hit the save button and close your laptop screen. You bury your face in your hands and feel the embarrassment begin to burn on your skin.

Even though no one has noticed, it feels like the whole world was staring at you. Tears softly gather behind your eyes but you blink them back before Illari takes notice.

"It's not like they know who I am. Plus they're cute... and look at me..." You sigh and feel a lump in your throat start to form.

Illari puts a hand on your shoulder. "Remember that you only see the mistakes. Everyone else will always see the bigger picture." She gets up quietly and grabs her book bag. "I'll text you later."

You watch between your fingers as she makes her way out of the building. After she leaves your line of sight you reopen your laptop and the familiar sting of failure settles over you again. You use your sleeve to dry your eyes before shaking your head gently to center yourself.

Right. Back to work.

The chatter of people around you dwindles as the time passes by and the sun lowers itself towards the horizon. You hit the save button for the twentieth time and decide to call it quits when the light makes it harder to see the finer details on your screen. You set your stylus aside and remove your drawing glove to let your dominant hand finally rest. The cramp pulses in your wrist and fingers as you massage them firmly. All was quiet for a brief moment.

"Hey! Is that me? That's so cool!" Oh, god... that voice. Their voice.

You had no time to react as a nervous heat strikes your body like lightning. You're frozen, blushing and panicking– and you just noticed you forgot to hide the heart doodle layer.

It cannot get much worse than this.

"I told you they were talented!" Illari smiles and sits across from you. "You should show them the other ones."

"I'll kill you." You mouth to her and her smile widens into a grin.

"Can you send them to me? I'll give you my number– wait a minute..." Sloane takes another glance at the screen. "Are those hearts?"

The feeling of helplessness overwhelms you as tears begin flowing from your eyes nonstop. You quickly cover your face in an attempt to save yourself and the small amount of dignity you have left. There was nothing you could say to defend yourself in this situation. This causes Illari to feel guilty and stand up to comfort you.

"Hey! It's okay! Your artwork is super good! I look really good! A lot better than I usually do, I think..." Sloane takes a seat next to you. "Wow, you even got my tattoos right. That's crazy! In a good way, I mean..."

You try your hardest to dry your eyes with your dampened sleeves. "You really think so?" You're hardly able to hide the choking in your throat.

"Actually... I think you made me look too good." They joke and you can't help but laugh a little.

"What are you talking about? You always look good regardless of what you do..." You glance over at them. Sloane's face lights up with a soft red glow from your compliment.

Illari takes a few steps back unnoticed, her plan beginning to unravel.

"Aww! Well, thanks!" There's a tone in their voice you haven't heard before. "You're not so bad looking yourself, ya know." They smile.

"Oh! That's not true... I could definitely look a lot better I think–" You look away with a grin on your face. "My hair is a mess... and–"

"No! I'm being honest! Your hair looks nice...! And you smell really nice! And you seem really nice!" You could tell they were embarrassed at this point. "Uh– anyway– You're definitely cute. You shouldn't be so hard on yourself."

A moment of silence passes as you look back at them. Both of you are grinning at each other uncontrollably like a couple of nerds. The tension in the air begins to fade.

"Wow..." You pause for a moment. "Thank you. Really."

"No problem! Say, can I ask you for a favor?" Sloane asks.

"S-sure!"

"I'm thinking about getting another tattoo for my birthday. Could you design it for me?" Sloane lifts up their tank top to point at their chest. "I was thinking about getting something cool like the eye of Horus! Or maybe something like a flaming skull. Or a frog. I haven't decided yet–"

Your face turns bright red as you eye their bare skin. It was everything you daydreamed about– except this time it was all real. You wanted more time to admire everything but they lower their shirt back down... a soft disappointment looms over you, but you're not about to squander your chance.

"I'd love to!" You answer confidently for the first time in a very long time.

"Nice! So it's a date then? Does this Friday work?" Sloane writes down their phone number for you.

"That sounds... nice." You reply happily.

"Cool, I'll see you around then." Sloane stands up and nearly walks off before turning to you one more time. "I almost forgot. What's your name? Illari didn't tell me."

"Y/N."

"Y/N..." They echo. "I like that name. See you Friday!"

You watch as they leave, not taking your eyes off of them for a second until they're completely out of your sight.

"You're welcome." Illari smiles and heads out afterwards.

You spend an extra couple of minutes gathering your things before giggling and kicking your feet like a little kid. You just got a date with one of the most popular people on campus! And this is what it feels like... a rollercoaster of butterflies in your stomach.

You head back towards home as the moon brightly shines in the starry sky above, wondering about this coming Friday... what you would wear... you needed to be prepared.

[littlexscarletxwitch]

Hi!!!!! I hope you’re doing well!! I really like the way you write, I was hoping to request a fic with either Wanda or Natasha, or both if you vibe with it, and F! avenger reader with a whole bunch of pining. Maybe they go on a mission and one of them runs into like a sex pollen/ aphrodisiac that really makes them crave their crush and enhances preexisting feelings for that person. You can totally ignore this if you’re not comfortable with the idea, I appreciate you either way!!

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲

paring: wandanat x fem!avenger!reader

tag(s): nsfw, smut with no plot, sex pollen, insatiable r (or at least I tried), wanda and nat doing whatever r needs

warning(s): MDNI, +18 ONLY read at your own risk, explicit smut, wlw sex, vaginal fingering (r receiving), mouth riding (r receiving) thigh riding (r receiving), tit sucking, slight blood kink (?), kinda dom!reader, grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 2.2k

note: Half way through writing this fic I was like "Wait, is this supposed to be smut. I mean it's sex pollen so it has to right?" and I'm still not sure but I just went with it lol. AAAAH, my first wandanat fic, I'm so excited you guys. I really hope you guys like it. It was quite a challenge writing a threesome and some parts I feel like they are bad but meh. Just go with it. Thank you, nonnie, for this request. I appreciate you just as much. I hope you like it. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Love y'all <3

requests are open! + check my rules + masterlist <3

The moment the intoxicating honey-like scent filled your lungs you felt as if your whole body shivered.

Your eyes clouded for a few seconds, your body losing balance as your legs trembled. The whole room felt like it was spinning and your thoughts were getting louder and louder. Images of red hair, tangled limbs and short black nails rushing through your mind.

“Y/n, everything okay?” you heard Steve’s voice through your earpiece, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“You have been silent for quite a while now, detka,” you heard Wanda say.

“You’re still alive, right Y/n?” Nastasha joked.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. All clear, let’s head back,” you said, trying to ignore the way your body was starting to feel different in every conceivable way possible.

As you made your way back to the quinjet you felt your heart rate increasing, you blamed it on the adrenaline of the mission, the nerves of getting out in the field once again and decided not to think too much about it, pushing everything back deep inside of your mind.

“Okay, good job everyone!” Steve congratulated all of you. “Fortunately for us, this Hydra base was empty, but it’s not always going to be like that…” he kept on going with his speech but you weren’t listening anymore.

You took a seat, feeling as if your legs would give out on you any second. It felt as if someone was hammering your poor brain, you felt your skin on fire and you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach. You felt as if your senses magnified and you felt everything ten times stronger, no matter how hard you tried to stop feeling anything at all.

“Y/n, you okay?” Clint said while placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m just tired,” you said as you gently shrugged off his hand off your burning skin, not wanting him to notice it.

Okay,” he said, sitting next to you, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

You did the same, in hopes that getting some rest will make it all go away. As you drifted off to sleep, two pairs of eyes were watching your every move. Taking down mental notes of your body language, something they would usually do. But this time they could clearly tell that something was off with you.

“Something is up with her,” the redhead mumbled, squinting her eyes at you.

“Something’s definitely wrong,” the brunette concluded.

“Can you like, check on her?”

“You want me to go through her mind?!” Wanda hissed in disbelief.

“Oh, come on. Don’t act so innocent now, Wan,” the brunette's eyes opened wide in realisation, of course Natasha knew about that. “I know you do it all the time, it’s like your little hobby, isn’t it?” the redhead teased her.

“No, I do not. Those things are private,” Wanda scoffed.

“It’s okay, I’m judging. I mean I think I would also do it if I could,” she had a grin plastered on her face.

“It’s not funny, Nat,” she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, right. Just do it,” Natasha nudged her.

“Okay, okay,” the brunette mumbled some Russian curses and a second later her eyes were turning red.

“What do you see?”

“I’m not sure,” she said, getting lost in your mind. “Everything’s a blur.”

“What do you mean ‘a blur’? It can’t be right.”

“I’m just telling you what I’m seeing, Tasha,” her brows furrowed as she tried to concentrate even more.

There had to be something that could tell the both of them what was wrong with you. You barely talked to them when you got in the quinjet, that was so not like you. You were always trailing behind them, that was one thing they liked about you. Wherever they went, you followed them like a lost puppy.

They also found it cute that even though everyone was aware you had a thing for the two of them, you never dared to do anything about it. So the two of them would tease you, making you flustered, loving the way your cheeks would go crimson red. They liked you, they really did, that was why Wanda and Natasha were so eager to know what was wrong with you. So they could make you feel better.

“Wait a second…”

“What? What is it? Tell me.”

“I think she’s in pain, but she’s not physically hurt. No, this is deeper, quite strange really. Oh, Nat, I think she’s—”

“Okay, everyone you are free for the rest of the day. See you all at dinner. First round is on me,” Steve said, as the quinjet landed. His loud voice woke you up in the process and distracted Wanda.

You groaned in annoyance, sleeping did nothing for you, everything felt ten times louder and you felt like tearing your skin off your body.

You got up quickly and made your way to your bedroom, closing the door behind you.

“The fuck’s wrong with me?” you mumbled to yourself.

You felt your tummy sinking, a fire starting in your lower area. You closed your eyes as the pain became unbearable. But closing your eyes only made it worse somehow. Your mind was filled with thoughts of them, their hands, their lips, their kisses, their scents.

“Fuck,” it came out as a moan.

The only thing you could think about was Natasha and Wanda. And that was when it hit you. You needed them, you always had, but this time you needed them or you felt like you could actually die. They will know what to do, they could help you.

“Detka!” you heard someone banging on your door.

You gasped in relief at the perfect timing.

“Y/n, we know you are not okay. Just let us inside,” the redhead shouted through your door.

Once you open the door, they realise how bad this whole thing was for you. With just one look at you they could tell you were a mess. Your breath was uneven, your cheeks were as red as ever and a thin layer of sweet covered your whole body.

“I, I—,” you tried, but your voice simply wasn’t cooperating.

“We know, baby. We know,” Wanda cooed, as Natasha closed and locked the door behind her.

“This is bad, you shouldn’t be here…”

“It’s okay, malyshaka. We are here to help you.”

“I don’t think I can control myself…”

“We don’t want you to,” the redhead said as she stood behind you.

You could feel her hot breath on your neck sending shivers down your spine.

“It hurts,” you almost cried. “I need it to stop… I need you… Make it stop,” you said breathlessly.

And that’s all it took for Wanda to connect her lips with yours and for Natasha to kiss your neck. You swear you could come undone just by the feeling of their lips but it wasn’t nearly enough. Moans escaped from your mouth repeatedly, gasping for air.

Somehow the three of you made it to your bed, Wanda’s lips never leaving yours and Natasha firming her grip on your waist. Soon enough the three of you were stripped out of your clothes, and your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as soon as you made skin to skin contact with them.

“Fuck,” the word rolled out off your togue onto Wanda’s lips the moment your exposed core touched her thigh.

You felt a wave of pleasure washing over you, clouding all your senses and just focusing on the overwhelming feeling. Your head fell back as it hit Natasha’s stomach and she seized the moment in order to finally have a taste of your lips.

As Natasha took care of your lips, trailing her rough hands all over your torso, you started rocking your hips, Wanda’s thigh hitting the right spots on your core. It soon all became too much and you started riding her thigh at a much faster pace, knowing you were closer to your relief.

The coil inside you finally snapped, a wave of immense pleasure washed over you as you cursed over and over again, their names slipping out of your lips. You were a sweety horny little mess, you had a first taste of them and now you needed more. It was a hunger that was yet to be satisfied.

As you catched your breath, you got up from Wanda’s lap and gently pushed Natasha over the bed.

“What are you—?” she raised a brow at you, confused at your behaviour.

They have studied you before and they knew for a fact that you were no leader, you were a follower. You were also a people pleaser, everybody’s needs coming before your own. So you taking the lead in this situation got her off guard.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, before getting on top of her, straddling her head with your thighs.

Without a warning you let your weight fall on top of her, her lips getting immediate access to your cunt. Natasha wasn’t able to resist you, she started licking, sucking, biting, getting moans and whimpers out of your pretty lips.

Her hands found your thighs and gently squeezed, her nails digging into your flesh. You felt Wanda getting behind you, rocking herself onto Natasha’s abdomen. She kissed your neck, leaving love bites all over your sensitive skin.

The room was filled with your moans and whimpers as Wanda and Natasha took care of you. You didn't care how loud you were being, you felt in cloud 9 with the two Russians hitting all the right places.

Your head fell back on Wanda’s shoulder, her hands trailing up your body pinching and massaging your nipples. All while Natasha worked her tongue in and out of you, her nose hitting your clit making your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

You felt your second orgasm getting closer, you knew you wouldn’t be able to last long if they kept on working their magic on you.

“Shit, don’t stop,” you gasped.

Natasha moaned in your cunt as she felt your hips rocking even faster, and wanting to help you out, she did her best work on you. Wanda didn’t trail behind and she kept on teasing your breast and sucking on your skin.

“I’m— I’m—,” a loud moan cut you off as you came undone on Natasha’s lips.

She helped you ride out your high, getting as much of your juice as she could. She moaned at the taste of you, her eyes rolling to the back of her skull getting confirmation you were as sweet as she had always imagined. The moan she let out sent a shiver up your spine, making you squirm.

“How are you, malyshka?” Wanda whispered in your ear, as she helped you get off of Nat.

You throw yourself at her, feeling the fire inside of you starting back again, as your lips seek for hers. You kissed her roughly, biting her lower lip so hard that some blood came out. You tasted her blood on your tongue as you licked the small wound you had caused her.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled on her lips, breathless.

“It’s okay,” she whispered on your lips.

You didn’t mean to be rough with her, but it was out of your control. The fire inside you was too strong to keep it under control.

“I want your fingers… I need your fingers,” you said, reaching for her hand and putting two of her fingers inside of your mouth.

Wanda moaned at the sight before her, she swore she was soaking wet. But right now it wasn't about her, it was all about helping you. Poor Y/n, suffering like a bitch in heat.

Once you were done sucking, you guided them to your aching cunt, letting her take care of you. Even though you had already come two times, you were still as wet and as needy. She easily pushed two fingers inside of you, her eyes closing at how warm you felt.

“She’s so tight, Nat.”

“Really? I guess we’ll have to work on that,” you heard the redhead chuckling, but you were lost in your pleaser. Through your hooded eyes you watched them kiss each other, making you even hotter and wetter. Wanda knew you needed this really bad, so being the lady she was, she quickly picked up her pace. She felt you clenched around her fingers and that only made her thrust her fingers even faster.

Natahsa loved the scene unfolding before her eyes but wanting to take part, she got closer to Wanda, her lips reaching out for the brunette’s breasts, sucking her nipples.

“Shit,” she gasped at the feeling, her finger stopping for half a second.

“Wanda…” you moaned out annoyingly, making Natasha chuckle.

“So– sorry,” she breathed out, getting back to her work.

Your hands travelled up or body, pinching and massaging your own breast, as you watched the redhead sucking violently Wanda’s nipples. Getting whimpers out of the two of you.

“Wan, I’m close,” you whispered.

“We got you, moya lyubov.”

The moment the pet name reached your ears you felt the wave of pleasure washing over you, coming for the third time.

“Fuck!” you manage to say, short of breath.

You felt the fire inside you finally being put out as Wanda’s fingers helped you ride out your high.

“You finally had enough?” Natasha joked.

“Maybe,” you shuddered, still trying to recover from the activity.

“Well, you better have, it’s our turn now.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her, a small smile forming on your lips.

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

-M

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I want to hear about the cokewhore Tom AU! <3

aaaah thank you for asking !! <3

Cokewhore Tom is ... very dear to me. It's a collective work with @cindle-writes and @pinktom, as well as another friend who prefers to remain anonymous iirc (feel free to put anything you want about the fic in the reblogs btw). It has 5 parts, and should sit somewhere from 30-40k, and I need to finish it 😭 I actually don't know if I'm allowed to talk about this fic, I didn't run it by Cindle or Amelinda before including it in the tag game jdsbbd BUT you can have a snippet from part 1 which I wrote :

“Harry! It’s me!” The sound of someone talking on the other side of the door sent a renewed wave of dread throughout his body, but when, a second later, he recognised the voice, he deflated, irritation flaring through him. He marched over to the door and yanked it open, revealing a shivering, pale, thinly clad, Tom Riddle.  “Tom,” Harry said, his annoyance clear in his voice, “what the fuck is wrong with you? Do you want my neighbours to call the police?” “I don’t give a shit about that,” Tom snapped, teeth grinding as he scratched at his arm. “Go away,” Harry whispered, looking around at his neighbours’ doors compulsively. “Get the fuck away from my apartment.” “Please,” Tom said, reaching out to hold onto Harry’s sleeve, “please just—” “No,” Harry snapped. They’d gone over this all week—though this was the first time Tom had had the audacity to show up to his flat instead of harassing him over the phone.  “Please, I need it,” he begged, a pathetic quality to his voice. His eyes had dark smudges under them, purple verging on black, and his cheeks were hollowed out.  “Get in,” Harry hissed, unwilling to let this spectacle play out in the open hallway of his apartment complex. He grabbed Tom’s arm and dragged him into the flat, slamming the door behind them and locking it for good measure.  “I’ll get the money,” Tom said, and he was already pacing, hands in his hair in his distress. He kept clicking his teeth together, as if his jaw ached, and his shoulders were bunched up.  Harry sighed as he watched him, the anger dying down just a bit. “Tom, I thought you were going to try and get clean.” “I—I can’t,” he said hysterically. He tripped on a bottle on the floor, and almost fell but he caught himself on the sofa and sat down, legs jittering. Harry was glad he’d snatched the bag of coke up, or he was sure Tom would’ve snorted it all by then. He looked up, eyes wide and pleading. “Just one more time—” Harry hung his head— “I promise, one more time, just another two grams, please, then I’ll get clean. I’ll get you the money for the rest please, I just—” “Stop it, stop it,” Harry snapped, waving a hand in the air as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Look at yourself, Tom. Look at you, you’re a fucking mess.” Tom was quiet for a moment, and when Harry looked down at him he had tears welling in his wide brown eyes. “Please,” he whispered.  “Tom, I’d like to help you out,” Harry said honestly, “but you’ve already lost me too much money. I’m sorry, really. But it’s no.” “I’ll pay you—” “We’ve already established that you can’t,” Harry said with a disbelieving laugh. “I’ll suck your cock,” Tom blurted out, and Harry’s blood ran cold before burning hot as he stared at him in disbelief. Tom’s cheeks were coated in red, humiliation so evident on his face and yet Harry could see that he meant it.

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Burning Hearts Chapter 4

Pairing: Law x Straw Hat Zoan Type (named) OC 

Summary: You were teleported across the globe in an instant, away from your crew. Your body was badly broken and beaten, thrust into the harsh landscape of a Northern island. You are discovered by the Heart Pirates and brought back to health. Startled upon waking up in a foreign place with an unfamiliar crew, you are shocked with the news that you’ll be spending two years there. Trafalgar Law, the captain of the Heart Pirates has made a promise to train you, but will it become something more than a mentor relationship?

WC: 2900

TW: Previous mention of abuse and SW against their will. Minors DNI.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 - Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Burning Hearts Chapter 4: Past Lives

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“Rise and shine Miss Daisy!”

The cheerful words shot through your ears like a bullet and ricocheted around your skull painfully. 

“Uggghhh…” You pull the covers further over your head. The small amount of light coming through your window was still too much for your pounding head. “Five more minutes…” While wallowing under the covers, you realize you didn’t actually see who entered your room. You quickly rip the covers off your head and open your eyes. 

“Aaaah!!” You screamed, startled out of your wits. 

“AAAHHHH!!” The Polar Bear screams back at you, somehow more startled than you were.

“Why are you yelling!?” You furrow your brow angrily.

“Why are you yelling!?!” 

“I just woke up to a fucking bear in my room! I’ve only been conscious for a few days! You can’t expect me to be used to that yet!” 

The bear’s expression relaxes. He straightens himself. 

“That’s fair… Well… The captain had me bring this for you…” The bear handed you a mug and held out his paw to drop something into your other hand. It was two small white pills. 

“What’s this?” Raising an eyebrow. 

“Coffee and aspirin. The captain said you’d have a headache.” 

You grab the coffee and slam the pills into your mouth. As much as you hated to admit he was right, you did have a headache. You finish the coffee in two big gulps and sat the cup down on your windowsill. 

Wait.

Shit. 

The captain. 

Law. 

As the sleep wears off and your mind clears, you start to remember the night before. You had gotten trashed and Law had found you in quite a state on his kitchen floor. He carried you back to bed. You cried. You asked him to stay with you. 

YOU ASKED HIM TO STAY WITH YOU?!

“Uggggh!” You flop backwards into your bed and pull the covers over your head again. “Why did I do that!” You groan again. 

“Um… was the coffee bad? I don’t think I burnt it this time but maybe I-“

“It’s not the coffee, bear guy! I made an ass of myself last night so I’m not training today. Tell your captain it’s off.” You remain under your blanket fort of shame. 

“Bepo.”

“What?” You uncover your face and cock an eyebrow. 

“My name is Bepo.” 

You throw your hands up. 

“Okay?!?!? Bepo, tell your captain I’m not training today.” You turn over on your side towards the window and away from your unwanted visitor. 

The bear chuckles. “Heh heh, oh no, I won’t be telling him that. You will. My captain is a nice guy but once his mind is set on something, there’s no way in hell I’m getting in the way of that. So if you want out, you have to tell him yourself.” The jumpsuit clad polar bear ducks his head through the doorframe to leave. Before disappearing from view, Bepo pops his head back in and calls out to you. 

“And take a shower. You smell like a bartender’s boot.”

You flop onto your stomach and whine pitifully. 

— — 

You slump against the wall of the shower and scrub your scalp. Your mind kept being forcefully dragged back to your embarrassing drunken plea to Law last night. You were brought out of your spiraling thoughts by your stomach contents threatening to make an appearance. You managed to pull yourself together and rinse the shampoo out of your hair. 

After stepping out of the shower, you wrap your body in a towel and make your way towards the vanity mirror. 

Stringy, damp hair plasters your face. You lean forward to inspect yourself further. Your eyes looked sunken in. You must have lost weight… you haven’t hadn’t appetite and the food the Heart Pirates served was less than gourmet. Your lips were cracked, a bruise on the left side of your forehead was yellowing as it finished healing. 

“Gods I look like the fucking dead.” You remark. “No I shouldn’t say that. I’m sure Brook looks way better than I do right now.” 

You sigh. You had none of your toiletries or makeup, just stuck with what Ikkaku was kind enough to share with you. It was sweet of her to offer to share, but she wasn’t as much of a “girly girl” as you were. You pull at the skin on your cheek to peruse your complexion. 

“At least this will be good for my skin…” 

After drying off, you pulled on a pair of leggings and a cropped sweatshirt. You brush out your hair and carefully plait it into a singular long braid. If this had been at home on The Sunny, you would have picked flowers from your garden to weave into your hair… Looking at your plain braid, you felt tears prick at your eyes again. 

No. 

No more crying. You were done crying. You needed to get stronger for your crew. You grab your blades and fasten them one to each hip. After one last look at yourself in the mirror, you push out of the bathroom and head to the exit of the base. 

— —

You open the large metal door of the base and your eyes had to adjust to the natural light. You felt like a deep sea creature breaching the surface of the waves for the first time. As your vision returns you see your new mentor leaning up against the fence that surrounded base. 

Law’s face is expressionless as he turns to face you. He eyes you up and down. 

“Where’s your jumpsuit?” Law asks. 

“Okay let’s start with, ‘Hi.’” You snap back. 

“Um. Hi back. Where’s your jumpsuit?” Law awkwardly responds before repeating his question.

“Where’s your jumpsuit?” You retort. 

“I’m the captain. I don’t have to wear one. The crew does.” 

“And I’m not on your crew.” You cock your head and narrow your eyes. 

Law remains stoic. He holds your gaze for a moment before turning around and walking towards the gate leading out of the complex. 

“Are you coming or not?” He calls without turning his stupid, hat clad head. 

You roll your eyes before trudging after him. 

— —

Law leads you through the forest to a large clearing. The entire walk was mostly silent other than his one request… that you stop humming. You also tripped over a branch and had to pick yourself up, since Law didn’t stop or even turn around when you fell. He muttered something along the lines of “uncoordinated…” and continued walking. The clearing was barren and the terrain was heavily worn. The edges of the area were littered with battered stumps and badly damaged trees. This was obviously where the Heart Pirates sparred. 

Law takes his place across the clearing from you. 

“So? How are we doing this?” You ask. 

“Well, I can’t train you until I assess where you’re already at in terms of skill.” Law unsheathes the large sword from it’s home on his back. “Show me what you’ve got.” 

You nod. You ready your blades and make your attack. You grit your teeth and prepare to strike your target. 

*THUD*

You collide head on with a tree. Where the hell…?

“Ow…” You rub the back of your neck before standing up and dusting yourself off. You reach for your blades but the moment you wrapped your hands around them your body was flung violently into the air. 

“AAaahh!!” 

Your body is whipped towards the center of the clearing and thrown hard down onto the ground. 

“Shit…” you groan. 

“That’s it? I thought the Straw Hats were supposed to be fearsome.” You lift your head and see Law standing above you with one side of his lips curled up into a faint smirk. 

You huff and launch yourself off the ground at your self-important mentor. Your double blades were immediately blocked by Law’s massive sword. You were pressing with all your might and it seemed he was barely breaking a sweat… was he only using one hand? You relinquish against his powerful blade and are blown backwards. 

“You don’t know shit about me.” You spit on the ground. “Or my crew.” You raise your weapons again. 

“I know enough.” Law responds apathetically. 

You hated him. This smug degenerate was belittling not only you, but your whole crew. Where the hell did he get off, berating you after the trauma you’ve experienced? You’re seething with anger. 

You attack again. 

Missed. 

You turn around and launch towards Law again. 

Blocked. 

You scream in frustration. This continues for what seems like an eternity. Your heartbeat is in your ears and you can barely breathe, you’re so exhausted. You drop to your knees. 

“I know you have devil fruit powers but don’t use them.” Law calls from across the clearing. Suddenly in a blue flash he disappears. A pebble tumbles where he previously was. 

“Why?” 

You jump. Law was right behind you. Before you could process his presence, he delivers a blow to your back that bowls you over into the dirt face forward. 

You roll onto your back. What a fucking asshole. You wipe the salty, metallic taste of blood and sweat from your lips. You couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“hah… I thought you knew enough…” You spit up at him. 

“Get up. If you’re already beat then there’s no use in training you. Lost cause.” He walks to the edge of the clearing again and faces you. 

“You’re such a fucking dick.” You chuckle again, head swimming from fatigue. You had to keep going. Luffy asked you to get stronger, so stronger you would get. You certainly wouldn’t give Trafalgar Law, professional prick, the satisfaction of besting you this easily. 

You rise to your feet and pick up your blades. 

“You want to play hard ball? Fine.” You taunt. You were so tired, but you decided you had to go for broke. You use your limited transformative to spread your wings. They were stiff and sore from the previous trauma from your incident, but it almost felt good to use them again. They were jet black with a claw on each wingtip. They were menacing to anyone else, but merely a larger target for your current opponent. 

You’re on him in a second, for the first time catching him off guard, but your blades failed to do any sort of damage on Law’s hardened skin before you’re blown back again. You take no time to launch another attack, determined to make Law eat his words. 

The two of you flitted around the clearing locked in battle, neither of you relenting. You felt your biceps trembling and spasming… it was too much… 

Your arms gave out. Your blades clattered to the dirt. 

*SHHHHNK* 

“I’m not done… I can still- wait-…?” You try to push yourself back up but something isn’t working. You look down to your hip. Your right leg was gone. 

“MY FUCKING LEG? Why isn’t it bleeding? What the fuck? LAW?” You look around in panic to find your adversary. Your eyes don’t find Law, but they find your right leg, casually resting in the dirt 6 yards away.

“Fucking Gods, my leg?!” You scream. 

“Shambles.” 

*WOOOOOSH* 

You feel an uncomfortable *pop* at your hip. Your neck snaps down again to look at your body. Your leg had been seamlessly reattached to your torso as if none of this ever happened. You panic and scramble backwards, away from this sick man. 

“You… you cut my fucking leg off…” You gasp out, still in shock. 

“I let you have it back. A real enemy might not be as generous.” Law moves towards you. 

“You’re fucking sick. You’re a sick mother fucker. You’re fucking crazy. I’m not staying here. I’m leaving. I’m packing my shit and I’m leaving. I don’t care what Luffy said anymore. I can find someone else. You’re insufferable.” You clumsily rise to your feet after having your leg reattached. 

“And where will you go?” Law responds. 

“Anywhere. Anywhere other than here.” You spit. 

“You have no idea where you are, Miss Rito. With those weathered wings there’s no way you could make it more than 10 miles. You’d be dead before you even began.” 

Your heart races in your chest, the familiar feeling of being trapped seeps in. 

In between labored breaths, you huff out…

“I am not your fucking prisoner.” 

You turn away from Law and start to head in the direction of the base camp. 

“How long were you with Grey Jaw?” 

There was a moment so silent you could hear a leaf hit the ground. 

He didn’t really say that, it was another dream, right? Your eyes gazed blankly into the forest before you turned around towards the clearing. 

“What?” You asked. 

“The brand. On your stomach.” Law nodded towards your abdomen. “Grey Jaw’s girls. I’ve seen it before."

“Why… why are you…” You mutter mostly to yourself, but loud enough for Law to hear you. 

“I’ve put some of those girls back together. Literally. I know what he does on that ship.” Law adds. 

“You couldn’t ever fucking know.” You spit back without even thinking. “You couldn’t ever fucking understand what we went through on that ship. That man creates monsters… and when he’s done with them…” You catch a sob in your throat and choke it back down.

“He made you eat it, didn’t he? The Devil Fruit? Kept you there?” Law interjects. 

“You fucking-“ 

You impulsively reach up to smack Law across the face. He grabs your wrist.

Your vision began to turn red, all you could see was Law’s emotionless face above you. His face made your heart swell with anger. How dare he bring up Grey Jaw? He was ignoring your time as an accomplished pirate to focus on the years you spent as as slave aboard Grey Jaw’s maritime brothel. 

“Say it to me again.” You growl out at Law before you lose consciousness. 

— —

“Yes, Captain?” Bepo appears in the door frame of his Captain’s office. 

“Go and fetch Miss Rito if she’s awake. I’d like her in my office as soon as possible.” Law orders his first mate. 

“Aye aye, Captain... Wait, did something happen to your eyebrows? They look burnt...” 

"Nothing happened. Do ask I asked."

As Bepo leaves the office, Law pulls a large textbook off one of his many worn bookshelves and brings it over to his desk. He feels the side of it for his book mark, once finding it he cracks open the tome and leaves it on a certain page. 

Law sits in his desk chair and waits. 

*knock knock*

“You asked for me…?” Daisy reluctantly enters the office. Law hadn’t spoken to her since their training session.

“Yes. Sit.” Law commands as he gestured towards the chair across from his at the desk. 

Daisy sits, clearly uncomfortable. 

“I want you to look at this book.” Law turns the textbook to face Daisy in her seat opposite his. “Tell me which devil fruit you ate.” 

Daisy looks up at him with daggers in her eyes. “I’m not fucking doing this.” She spits. 

“I’m merely asking. I have it down to 2 that might be what you’ve eaten. Look at these.” Law pushes the book adorned with post-it markers towards Daisy. 

Daisy refuses to break eye contact. 

“Wait… what happened to your eyebrows?” Daisy asked, noticing their sudden sparseness. 

“Nothing. Look at the page.” Law impatiently gestures at the book. 

Daisy raises her eyebrows in questions before she lowers her gaze to inspect the textbook. 

“Nope.” Daisy remarks after a few moments. 

“What?” Law furrows his sparse brow and cocks his head. 

“I didn’t eat these. Any of these…” Her eyes scan the rest of the page beyond what Law had bookmarked. 

Law sits up in his chair. 

“… you’re sure…?” Law asks. 

“Obviously. I’m not a fucking idiot. I know what I ate.” Daisy snaps back. 

Law rubs his eyes with a tattooed hand. 

D, E, A, T, H.

“Go to bed. We train again tomorrow.” Law states from his desk. Before he finished rubbing his eyes, Daisy was out the door. 

— —

xx 

Author’s Note: HI THANKS FOR READING! I plan on putting out 2 more chapters this weekend. I know the character’s backstory can be kind of triggering so I want to make sure I put TW’s on the top. Let me know in my DM’s if you’re into the series!

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Crocodile takes you against the wall 'cause you've been so needy and annoying all day ♡

A short fic I actually forgot I wrote OOPS... I'm just gonna think of it as a lil bonus between my bigger fics. I want to write so much more for croc, I love him sm aaaah. Tsym for always being patient, I know I take ages to post new writing and you guys keep me motivated ♡

Content: AFAB gn reader, use of wh*re, piv, rough s*x, asphyxiation, slight degradation

Word count: 436

As Crocodile slammed you against the wall you couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear. You’d spent all day bothering him- always bending over just a little too far, sitting in his lap and wriggling over his crotch just a little too much. Winding him up was for fun you, because you knew everything would go your way in the end, finally about to be punished for your incessant hassling. That big grin remained on your face as his large hand travelled up your neck before squeezing tightly, your lips parting as the airflow stopped.

‘Not a bright one, are you? You never learn, little whore.’ He rasped deeply as he tightened his grip further, allowing you a second to panic before moving his hand to the back of your head, snatching a handful of your hair before pulling your head back to look him in the eyes. His stare bore into you, his usual nonchalant expression was still plastered across his face, but his eyes told a different story.

His hook came to rest on your chest, the touch of the cool metal sending a shiver through your body. You squealed as he ripped your top without hesitation, exposing you to his whims. His hand crept from your head to your chest, playing with your nipple for a moment before pinching hard, causing you to squeal again. He spoke as his hand continued down your body, ‘I presume since you’ve been so needy all day that you don’t need warming up?’ Fingers forced themselves into your underwear, taking a swipe through your wet folds before they were gone. ‘Feels like you’re ready for it, but you’re always ready for it, hm?’

He unbuckled his trousers, his thick cock slapping against his abdomen as they dropped. Without a second to waste, he tugged your panties down before hoisting you up by your thighs, slamming you back into the wall as he sank his heavy dick into you without a moment to adjust to his size. You let out a cry as his length stretched you out and your pussy clenched around him, trying so hard to accommodate his girth. Your walls burned as he stretched you out, fucking up into you and bottoming out with every hard stroke. After a moment the burning turned to enjoyment, the pinprick tears in your eyes finally dropping as your pain became pleasure. Lurid moans escaped your lips as he set the excruciating rhythm, dropping you down on his fat cock with every pounding of his hips.

How could you possibly behave yourself when the punishment is so good?

[judgementdaysunshine]

since ur writing for solooo yk I gonna send a request! Can you write a solo sikoa x autistic reader where she can't find an outfit that feels right 🩷🩷

Aaaah

The hoodie

Pairing: Solo Sikoa x Fem autistic reader

Description: You can't find an outfit that is comfortable until you find one that feels just right

You feel your eyes burn with tears of frustration as you search through your clothes not able to find a comfortable outfit. You at first decided to wear jeans and a green shirt but the jeans squeezed your hips and the shirt made you itchy, next was a red shirt and white shorts but both kept irritating your body as you moved, finally by the time you put on the purple matching shirt and pants you couldn't handle it anymore giving up and putting your pajamas back on, you start doing laundry until you see your favorite yellow shirt, stretchable light pink shorts, and a big black hoodie that belonged to your boyfriend Solo who was in the shower upstairs not knowing that he had wore the hoodie earlier and placed it in the washer not knowing he mixed in with the load you were doing. You go back to the bedroom and change into them, immediately feeling relaxed, able to breathe, able to move freely, calm, and comfortable in all three as you sit on the couch waiting for solo as you watch tv until you hear "Baby have you seen my hoodie?" you hear him as he describes which one it is thinking maybe he was looking for his white or gray hoodie but you blush as walks around only to see you wearing said hoodie he had described and was looking for smiling as he pulls you into his lap gently rubbing your back with his hands "Couldn't find anything comfy?" you hum a small no as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and lay on the couch before leaving to go to his dad's house to spend time with his family as was the tradition between them and you became a part of when you got together seeing his dad smile sweetly at you in the oversized hoodie when you got cold.

[imthefemalemonster]

idk how much you go for the ship but aegon x rhaenyra? esp if it's one-sided/fantasies on aegon's part, even a drabble would be amazing! love your writing :)

Aaaah I love this pairing anon, I want to write Rhaenyra so bad because she's in my mind 24/7 - Tried something!

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Rhaegon (Rhaenyra x Aegon) Drabble

❥ Basically smut smut smut (bit of fluff, as a treat) \ Aegon has dirty thoughts when he thinks about Rhaenyra so he has to do something about it.

⸻Not really canon compliant, Kisses, Hugs, Hand job, Incest (obviously), Mommy issues/kink (kinda?), Adult versions of characters

Words: 760~

Hope you enjoy it and don’t hesitate to ask for more. ♡ (and thank you so much, it’s so sweet! Doing my best)

Sometimes, Aegon couldn’t tell the difference between being drunk, exhausted, and aroused. Maybe it was the three of them at the same time, maybe only one, maybe two. Maybe he felt drunk on exhaustion or arousal. All that, all those feelings because of one woman. He would think about her daily, hourly, his eyes and mind wandering during dinner, during the day, and especially during the night. Rhaenyra was everywhere in his mind but nowhere around him, and it tortured him. To forget, he would either drink himself to sleep or jerk-off. Sometimes both. He had never really interacted with her, he had never really interacted with anyone from his family apart from hearing his mother’s sermon and his younger brother’s arms around his body to drag him off the streets.

So when night came, he would sit on his bed, head against the headboard, a glass of wine as his only company. He would close his eyes, breathing slowly losing its regularity as his mind wandered darker paths. There was something about her. Maybe it was the jealousy he was feeling toward her children, bastards getting more love and attention he will ever get. She was a mix between tenderness and intransigence which fascinated Aegon as much as it obsessed him. But stroking his cock until exhaustion thinking about her wasn’t enough. He needed to be touched, he craved the physical contact from that one woman who never left his mind.

As night passed, it became boring, frustrating, annoying. Even as hard as he was, he could not just stand here and wait. He needed a good imagination, and a lot of focus. At first he undressed himself, the soft texture of the sheet caressing his pearl white sensitive skin. Body burning hot, it began with hugs and touches. Rhaenyra would sit at his side, with this cold but comforting smirk on her face. She would run her fingers in his hair, hands slowly moving down to his reddened cheeks. Thumbs pressing against the man’s lips, dry, uncontrollable Aegon would moan, melding at the touch. Length hard, shaky hands going from the base to the top, Aegon bit his lips, enjoying the delightful thought. Leaning in, the woman’s delicate touch would send shivers down Aegon’s spine when reaching his neck, fingernails needily scratching the skin. Roaming down his chest, brushing his pink sensitive nipples, he would be panting in seconds, crying out for physical contact.

He thought that Rhaenyra would love teasing him until he felt at his knees begging, and if he could, he would without hesitation. Rubbing his member against her leg like a dog, seeking tenderness and attention from the mother. She wasn’t his, but she felt like one. Strong, loving, delicate, reassuring. He would adore seeing her in a position of power over him. Laid on the bed, she would welcome him close with open arms. His head resting on her breast, thighs still rubbing against her, moaning. She would cup his cheeks, leaning in, pressing a soft but confident kiss on his heated lips. Hard in his hand, erratic movements and noisy pleas, he would imagine her leading those kisses. Biting his lips, finger digging in his cheeks, his necks, leaving marks he hoped would never leave. Licking his lips, pushing against them, he would let her tongue in, swirling around his own, obscene noises of saliva and mouth clashing. Irregular breathing that would mix with the hot bodies and needy cries.

As she raked her nails across his hair, Aegon imagined his own hand being hers. Soft fingers, softer palm. Undoing his pants, freeing the pressure he had inside. Stroking gently but with strong confidence, thumb pressing against the top, playing with the King’s precum until he was just but a sobbing mess. Going from base, to top, harder, faster, he would grind his hips in her touch, fuck himself relentlessly, no shame but only motherly love and passion. Good boy. He dreamt she would whisper in his ear as he was coming inside her hand. Milking him till the last drop while he was breathless, drowning in pleasure. Brushing their lips, she would clean him, tuck him in his bed, leaving him with a soft kiss on the forehead.

Aegon let go of his cock, both satisfied and frustrated. A nice dream it was, now he was all but messy, semen all over his hand and belly, and no Rhaenyra in sight to come and take care of him and all his dirtiest desires.

[milawritesstuff]

Does He Know : Part 8 (Gavi/Pedri Love Triangle)

Part 7 HERE.

A/N: I was kind of lost where this part was going but aaaah. The next part is going to be sad so brace yourselves.

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-So you didn't tell him?- Asked Val over the phone. I walked into my room and threw my book bag on the floor and immediately flopped onto the bed. -No.-

I had spent all day at uni and could feel every bone in my body aching. I laid there with my eyes closed. -I don't think I'm going to tell him.-

-I can't keep up with you, Sara.- Said Val jokingly.

-I mean, I shouldn't ... not after the little stunt Pedri pulled at Sira's celebration.-

-Joder, but he's right. You wanted him to just be there by himself when everyone else had a date? Sitting around like a lost puppy waiting for you?-

I rolled my eyes. -Are you my friend or his?- I heard Val grunting on the other end of the call.

Before Bal could say anything else I smiled as I saw Gavi's picture pop up on my phone screen.

-Val, Gavi is calling. I'll talk to you later.- I ended the call with Val and answered Gavi's.

-Hola.- I smiled into the phone.

-Hola bonita, how are you?- I could feel my cheeks burning just hearing his voice.

We hadn't seen each other since Sira's birthday celebration. He had been busy with practice and I had exams at uni. For the past few days I had tried to focus on school and put everything with Pedri behind.

-I need to see you.- Whispered Gavi into the phone. I looked at the time. -It's late. My parents won't let me go out now.- He laughed. -You're an adult, sneak out.-

I laughed into the phone. Gavi always made me feel fearless. Twenty minutes later I was outside of my front door in jeans and a hoodie waiting for Gavi's car to pull up. I walked closer to the street as I saw the lights from the car approach and once he stopped I quickly got in. I turned my head to look at him and he greeted me with a soft kiss.

-I missed you.- He said. I smiled at him. -It's only been two days.- I joked.

Gavi drove us towards an area in the city that overlooked Barcelona. We got out of the car in an area with just one street light and carefully walked up to a grassy section sitting on a bench. During the day this area was full of young girls in exercise attire running around and baby sitters and mothers running behind little kids. But at this time it was just Gavi and I. The sound of crickets behind us and the fresh Barcelona wind hitting us.

-You look beautiful tonight.-  Said Gavi as he took my hand in his. I shook my head and scrunched my nose. -You have this power... I was exhausted from uni and felt like death and as soon as you said those words I felt perfectly fine.- He giggled.

I looked at him as I admired his boyish smile and the small lines that formed around his mouth and his eyes when he smiled. He leaned in closer to me and whispered. -Eres preciosa, mi niña.-

We sat on the bench for what felt like hours as I rested my head on his shoulder. We talked about what we had done the past few days and just anything that came to mind. Time with Gavi made me feel full in a way. Safe enough to be daring. Gavi spoke from the heart and I admired that about him, even if I wasn't brave enough to do the same.

-Are you ready for the match?- I asked as he threw small pieces of plants in front of us. He placed a small kiss on the top of my head. -I think so. You're coming, right?-

-I'll be there. I take my last exam the day before...- He interrupted me.

-Perfect, then you're all mine after that?- I pulled away from him and looked up with a smile. -All yours, Pablito.- He leaned in and our lips met. His kisses were soft and gentle, they felt detailed. He slowly pulled me to sit on his lap facing him with my knees on each side of his body.

-Te quiero.- He whispered into the kiss and I felt as he helped my body begin to move over his.

-Pablo, what if someone comes by and sees us?- I asked. Gavi pulled away and looked me in the eye while making a thinking face. -That we really like each other?- He asked as I began to laugh. He shook his head.

-Sara, its so late I don't think anyone will come by.- He reassured me and we continue to kiss.

His lips moved from my lips to my neck and I could feel as he slowly nibbled at my bare skin. I grabbed onto his hair and pulled a little which caused him to growl.

About an hour later Gavi pulled up to the front of my house.

-I'll pick you up at 8?- He asked as we stood in front of my door. We had made plans to have dinner the following night with his friends.

-I'll be ready.- I said as I gave him a kiss and opened the door.

The next day

The doorbell rant at exactly 7:55pm. I grabbed my jacket and ran downstairs as I quickly yelled goodbye to my parents and brother who were sitting together watching television.

As soon as Pablo looked at me he furrowed his brows. -Why are you wearing this jacket? It's still so hot out.- He pulled me in for a quick kiss and I took the jacket off showing him my neck and a small hickey he had left.

-You left this little surprise last night. I've been trying to hide it from my parents all day.- I said.

Gavi laughed as he grabbed my hand and we walked towards his car. -It's not that noticeable. You would have to really be looking at your neck to see it.- I shrugged my shoulders. -Well, you know how parents are, I didn't want to risk it. I was trying to save you.- He smiled as he opened the door for me.

We were the last ones to arrive to the restaurant. Gavi's hands held mine and he led the way, unfortunately to the two open seats next to Pedri. I sat down and tried not to curse out loud, with Pedri on my left and Gavi on my right.

-Buenas noches, Sara.- Pedri offered me a smile. -Hola.- I responded and quickly turned my attention to Gavi, but not before noticing that next to Pedri was Ansu and then Eric and his girlfriend, so Pedri had came alone. I could feel Pedri's stare throughout the night as I tried to avoid while him making conversation with everyone else but him. Val was sitting at the other end of the table.

I took a bite of my salad when I heard Gavi begin to speak. -Where's your girlfriend, Pedri?- I began to cough as I almost choked with the food that was in my mouth. Everyone stared at me and I took a sip of water while putting my thumb up so they knew I was okay. Pedri looked at me and laughed.

-What girlfriend, Gavi?- The two continued to talk with me in between them as I tried to fake as much interest as someone can have in a salad in front of them.

-That girl from Sira's celebration.-

Pedri rolled his eyes. -She's not my girlfriend Pablo.I just didn't want to be alone that night so I brought her. You know how they are, one day they want to be with you and dedicate you a song and the next they're trying to sleep with your best friend.-

I took a bite of my salad and rolled my eyes without looking at him. I knew he was saying that stuff towards me. Gavi laughed.

-Stop trying to act tough Pedri, I know you're just trying to forget that girl you met at Val's party.- Gavi said in a lower voice. I turned my eyes to Pedri who said nothing but just looked down at the table in front of him and shrugged his shoulders. I was the girl from Val's party.

A few minutes later Gavi excused himself to go to the other end of the table and talk to Ferran. Shivers went down my spine when I felt Pedri lean in and whisper in my ear. -Nice hickey.- He said staring at me. I looked over at him and rolled my eyes while moving my hand over to cover my neck. -Why did you say that about me?- I asked.

-Say what?-

-That one day they like you and dedicate you a song and the next they're trying to sleep with your best friend.- He smirked as he looked over to make sure nobody was listening to us.

-It's not true?-

-You know it's not.-

He took a sip of his water and I felt as he placed his hand over my left thigh.

-You know what I wish I knew? I wish I knew how many kisses long your legs are.- He licked his lips following his last word while holding on to my thigh. I gulped and was suddenly startled when I felt Gavi's hand on my right shoulder.

-Idiota.- I whispered under my breathe quickly before turning over to Gavi who was smiling down at me. I felt as Pedri gave one last squeeze to my left thigh before letting go.

-Pablito.- He hugged me from the side and placed a small kiss on my cheek. I looked over at Pedri who was now looking straight ahead trying to avoid us with an annoyed look on his face.

Gavi leaned into my ear. -Can't wait to take you home and leave another little mark for you to find tomorrow.- My heartbeat began to raise as I slightly chuckled. -Behave Pablito.- He planted another kiss on my cheek.

-It's so hard to behave with you.-

A few minutes later Gavi had left once again, this time to the restroom. Pedri leaned in after Ansu, whom he had been talking with, also left the table.

-I've been thinking of our song.- I opened my eyes wide looking around to make sure nobody could hear our conversation.

-We don't have a song.- I said point blank.

-That's not what you said the other night.- I rolled my eyes.

-I said a lot of things that night that I didn't mean.- He looked at me annoyed and shook his head.

-That's fine, I've said things to you that I didn't mean either.-

My heart sank. I stood up. -Fuck you.- I whispered as I walked away while he sat there with a smirk.

I sat down next to Val. -I hate him.- I said. She laughed. -I think what you feel for him is far from hate.- I caught a glimpse of him still sitting there with a stupid smirk on his face. The black hoodie he was wearing perfectly framing his beautiful face. His jawline able to cut even the most difficult object. The way he continued to chew the gum he had grabbed after finishing dinner. The scar from cutting himself while shaving right next to the small mole he had to the left of his nose which almost went unnoticeable when he smiled because it hid it between the wrinkle that framed his mouth when he smiled. How could someone make chewing gum look so damn sexy. I shook my head trying to take myself out of my own thoughts as Val laughed and grabbed my hand.

-It's only going to get harder. You need to tell him.-

-Tell him what?- I asked.

-Either tell Gavi you're not all in on this or tell Pedri you have absolutely no feelings for him.-

I bit my inner lip. -I can't lie.-

Pedri's POV

There were only a few of us left at the dinner which had turned into a small gathering with Ansu playing music from his phone. Gavi stumbled into me trying to say goodbye. -See you tomorrow, Pedri.- He leaned in to give me a hug and I could smell the alcohol.

-Pablo, are you drunk?- I asked looking around for Sara who was walking back into the room. -I didn't even realize he was drinking.- She said to which Gavi just laughed. -You can't drive like this. We will leave your car here and I'll take you home.- I offered and as soon as the words left my mouth it hit me that he had brought Sara.

-Val can take us.- Sara immediately tried to find an alternative to spending any more time with me.

-No, I want Pedri to take us.- Said Gavi and then Val approached us. -I'm sorry Sarita, Marco drove me and we're staying at his house. Pedri is much closer to you.- She shrugged her shoulders apologetically at her friend. Sara rolled her eyes and looked at Gavi.

-Fine.-

It was already about midnight when we walked out. I led the way while Gavi and Sara followed me to my car. I managed to help Gavi get in the back seat of the car while Sara sat next to me. Gavi fell asleep right away.

-I can't believe he drank, a night before a match.- She said somewhat mad. -He will be fine tomorrow.- I assured her.

-At least it's a late match, he won't have to wake up early for practice.- She continued to talk almost as if she was trying to convince herself that her boyfriend would be fine. I laughed.

-Sara, he's 18. He could wake up in two hours and be ready to play the game of his life. He will be fine.- She nodded and I could see as she kept rubbing her hands nervously.

-You know, I could have driven his car back home.- She said breaking the silence. I turned over to look at her. -So why didn't you?-

-I don't have my license yet. The last thing I need is for the police to stop me with a drunk Gavi and no license.- I smiled at how everything she said seemed to fill my heart. It reassured me she was what I needed.

I turned onto a street close to Gavi's house which caused Sara to protest. -What are you doing?-

-Taking you and your drunk boyfriend home, Sara.- I said with an annoyed tone.

-No, I mean. Why are you dropping him off first?-

I rolled my eyes. -He's closer to where we were, you're closer to my house. In case you forgot I also have a match tomorrow and need to rest. I don't want to take you home and then have to drive back to drop off Gavi.-

-Sure.- She said.

-Don't flatter yourself, Sarita.- I said teasingly which caused her to fold her arms in front of her. There was something about pissing her off that I enjoyed.

The day had been hot, even with a warm afternoon but now out of nowhere rain had fallen. I stared outside as the rain drops hit the car windows.

When we got to Gavi's house we both walked him up. Sara took him to his room and took off his shoes and helped him get into the bed. I stood on the door frame of his bedroom as she pulled the covers over him and placed a kiss on his forehead. Despite him being by best friend and knowing how much he liked her I couldn’t help but feel jealous.

-Te quiero, Sara.- Gavi slurred as he knocked out. -Buenas noches Pablito.- She responded.

We walked back down to my car and I began to drive to her home. I didn’t need directions. I had memorized everything about the night I had taken her home. I had chosen to permanently engrave the way to her house for the rest of my life.

-Why don't you ever respond when he tells you that he likes you?- I asked catching her off guard. I turned into her street. -That's not true and if it were, it's none of your business.-

-You should have drank today, you're much nicer to me when you're drunk, Sara.- I turned around and saw as she rolled her eyes at me. -And you're an asshole whether I'm drunk or not.- She said as I parked next to her house. She opened the door to get off of my car but closed it quickly as she turned around and tried to find her purse which she had left next to Gavi in the back seat. I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her in having our lips meet.

I felt as her lips moved along with mine which meant she wanted the kiss as much as I did. Our tongues met as her hands went up to grab my hair. I slowly moved her over to my seat, recreating the first night we met. I felt as she pressed her body against mine trying to feel any type of friction between us. She was sitting on my lap with her knees on either side of my body.  I stopped the kiss and threw her head back to give me open space. I leaned in and began to suck on her neck. Going over the exact spot Gavi had left a hickey on. She let out a low moan before I went back to her lips.

-I wish I would have taken you home that night.- I said in between kisses. I could see as her chest going up and down breathing heavy. Her lips were now swollen from our kisses and she continued to move herself on top of me. My hands went over to her breasts and she whimpered as soon as she felt my touch. Slowly I moved my hands down to the hem of her top and she put her arms up making it easy for me to remove her top. I licked my lips as I stared at her chest with just her bra covering. I pushed her skirt up as I unbuttoned my pants and brought them down a little. Her mouth went down to my neck and I closed me eyes as I felt her wet lips leave small kisses. Now just the thin fabrics of our underwear between us as I pushed up so our middles could make contact. Sara moaned as I kissed her, our tongues dancing with each other.

Sara was gone. Her eyes were closed as she moved her hips over me, her breathing getting heavier and heavier. I bucked my hips up as she continued to move. I wanted nothing more than to move her underwear to the side and go in, show her everything I had been wanting to do to her since the day we met. Make her mine. But I resisted. I grabbed onto either side of her face as she furrowed her brows. The rain outside now masking her moans. I knew she was close to coming and I hadn't done much. Her hands around my neck holding on for dear life. I saw as she opened her mouth a little and let out a small moan along with my name. Her legs closing around my waist. She had reached climax. I pulled her in closer to my mouth and began to kiss her.

-I want you.- She said into the kiss. -All of you.-

That was all I needed to hear. I pulled her away from the kiss and tried looking in my pants pocket for my wallet, trying to find a condom while we sat on her street in my car. I hoped nobody would drive by or her parents wouldn't come out to look for her. As I grabbed my wallet and opened it to look for the little square foil I saw as she leaned towards where I had left her top.

-What's wrong?- I said as she started to put it on. She shook her head. -I ... I have to get home.- She said. I stared at her dumbfounded.

-You just said you wanted me.- I said confused. -I've changed my mind.- I closed my eyes and took a deep breathe. -You can't keep on doing this. How can you change your mind from one moment to the next?- I said almost scolding her.

-This is wrong. I shouldn't have let the moment take me.- She said almost as if she was trying to convince herself.

-I just made you come without having to take your panties off and you think this is wrong?- I asked.

She rolled her eyes. -And I'm sure you'll win the golden boy again for that, is that what you want? An award for making me come?- She said sarcastically.

-I want you, Sara.-

She shook her head. -I can't do this. I can't do this to Gavi. He treats me well. He ...-

I interrupted her. -Lo quieres?- Do you like him? She sat there staring at me in silence. I knew the answer, she knew the answer but I needed to hear her say it.

-We can do this once. Just one time. Get it out of our system and then you leave me alone. Let me be with him.- She reached down towards my underwear and I felt as her hand grabbed my dick. I closed my eyes and threw my head back and for a few seconds I let desire take over me. I didn't care about my best friend, I didn't care about anything other than having Sara.

I opened my eyes. -Stop Sara. Leave.- I pulled my pants up and opened the door to my car. She stared at me as the rain hit the edge of the car. -I don't want you to blame me tomorrow when you regret it. To hate me more because you can't make up your mind. - She didn't say anything. I could see her biting her inner lip as her eyes grew watery.

-Get off!- I yelled taking a deep breathe as I saw her get off of me and pull her skirt down. The rain falling over her as she ran to her front door. I closed my car door and began to drive off without making sure she got into her home. I knew myself and if I had waited I would have ran after her, kissed her, and asked for her to forgive me. Because deep down I wanted her. I needed her. But she had to realize and accept that she also needed me.

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[iwanttogivebirth]

As requested by many: the follow up

He squats deeply as he gripps the railing tightly causing his knuckles to turn white"Hnnnng oooh ooooh" he pants out, you kneel close to him "Do you need to push?" you ask trying your best to comfort him through his pain.

His face reddens with shame at the sight of everyone in the bus staring at him "Huuu huuu y-yes, ooooh god I hoped to make it home at least" he says as he prepares for another push, "I'll ask the driver to go to the nearest hospital" as soon as you stand up you feel him tugging your arm "P-please hnnnng no, n-no hospital" he says pleading.

You kneel next to him again "Okay don't worry, what's your name?" you ask rubbing his lower back "R-ryan" he says "Okay Ryan, I'll help you as best I can, do you want me to check your dilation?" you ask "N-no I feel the baby slipping into my b-birth canal".

You keep comforting Ryan as he prepares for another push "Hmmmmmmng ooh oh fuck" he says putting his hand over his pants "Please h-help me get these off", you don't esitate as you lower his drenched sweatpants, you can see below his soaked boxers that his cunt is begginning to bulge "These too?" You ask, he nods blushing.

As you lower his boxers you see his plump hairy lips begin to stretch as he pushes "Hmmmmmaaaah aaaah it burns" he cries out as he prepares for another push "Mmmnmmnnnnnnghhh" he groans as he pushes hard the head becoming visible. His hand starts massaging his sore lips.

"Do you want me to help you stretch?" you ask trying to hide your arousal, Ryan nods and your hand goes to his perineum to apply counter pressure. "Hnnnnnnnngaaaaaaah aaah goooood it feels like th-the baby's going r-rip me in half" he cries out as his baby crowns, his lips stretched to the max, if the baby was even a little bit bigger he would have torn.

As you look at Ryan's stretched lips you feel your heartbeat get faster, you desperately try to hide your arousal by wiping the sweat off your forehead, but hearing his pained grunts makes your breathing pick up as you put your shaky hands at the base of his battered cunt with the excuse of helping him stretch.

You put your other hand on Ryan's lips to help the stretch "Al-alright Ryan, I'm gonna n-need for you to push hard with the next contraction" you say with a nervous stutter, "O-okay" says Ryan with fear and pain in his voice as he prepares himself.

"HnnnnnmmmmAAAAAAAAAAAH Aaaah aaah" he yells as the head pops out with a gush of fluids, as he can't squat anymore he starts lying on his back "Th-there's no c-cord right?" he says with tears in his eyes as his hands cup the baby's head.

You give Ryan your hand for him to squeeze and say "N-no Ryan, whenever you wa-want to push go for it, the b-baby's almost o-out". You had almost forgotten that you were on a bus filled with people as you turn your head to see everyone looking at Ryan's battered cunt with the baby halfway out, some of them are even recording with their phone, you decide to ignore them and help him push his baby out.

You feel your hand being squeezed really hard as you turn around to see Ryan push with all his might "MMMMNNNAAAAH" he moans as the baby's shoulders pop out, you put your free hand on the baby to prepare to catch it.

"Okay Ryan th-the shoulders are out, one la-last push and you're going to b-be a dad" you say as Ryan's eyes begin to water and he prepares for his last push "Mnnnnnnnahhhh haaa haaa" he pants out as the baby slides out of his sore cunt, the remaining fluids spilling out after the baby. You take the baby and pass her to Ryan "Congrats Ryan you're a father to a beautiful baby girl" you say, he has tears spilling out of his eyes as he holds his daughter "Th-thank you" he says.

So I decided to make part 2 the 100 followers special, it's not much but I hope I made some of you horny hehe. Many thanks to @wannabedad for proof reading this and giving me some tips

[the-baby-storyteller]

CW: Teen Whumpee

"I'll just get back up!"

Vern shouted indignantly, scowl plastered on his face. He glared at Marc from where he lay, against his will mind you, on the bed and fought the urge to stick his tongue out. That would be a little too childish, even for him.

"You will do no such thing." Marc said, raising his eyebrow in the doorway, food tray in hand. "You will stay lying down and actually recover like you should have done last week. Your leg needs to heal. We're not having a conversation about this, Vern." Marc waltzed into the room with a peacefulness to rival Vern's burning agitation.

Why couldn't he understand that Vern just needed to move?

Marc walked over to the bedside table and dropped the tray onto it.

"Eat this and then go to sleep." Marc's eyes locked with purpose onto his own. "Lord knows you need to recover."

Vern scowled. "I'm not even that hurt! You're overexaggerating!"

"You are, in fact, the king overexaggerater in this apartment, Vern," Marc said rolling his eyes, "but it doesn't matter because you're going to listen to me," He narrowed his eyes, "eat your food, and stay in bed".

Vern averted his eyes obstinately. Marc huffed lightly and began walking away.

A tsk left Vern's lips. "You can't control me," He muttered under his breath, a puff of mischief present.

He pulled off the blankets and started to stand up-

"Vern Allen Haynes."

Vern jumped.

"Get back in bed, now."

He could feel Marc staring at him from the doorway. An unnamed jolt swept through him and he felt shame growing. He looked up and saw Marc's face and the sternness pervading through it. Vern winced involuntarily.

But he couldn't stop the onslaught of thoughts suddenly surging through his head.

Oh my gosh he just full-named me like my parent he actually just did that am I like his kid now? Does he think of me like that AAAAH-

A blush started creeping it's way up his face and he lowered his gaze in an attempt to hide it. Still, Marc hadn't let up with the hard look and he felt thoroughly chided.

He sputtered, trying to salvage his image. "I-I'm not gonna just-"

Marc shot him a glare.

Vern flushed violently. He was acting like Vern's dad.

Marc came over and freaking manhandled Vern back onto the bed, careful of his hurt leg, and Vern let him while he crossed his arms, trying to keep some semblance of defiance about him. The furious blush on his face over the fact that that interaction had just happened didn't really assist with his goal.

Once he was resituated on the bed Marc took a step back to mark him with with one last look to say stay. Though this time he couldn't quite keep up the front and Vern could tell he was holding back a smile.

"Eat the food and sleep, kiddo." Was the last thing Marc said to him, while smoothing his hair in a way that made Vern want to implode with screams because it was way too nonchalant, before walking out.

Vern let out an indignant sniffle.

"Fine."

He picked up the bowl.

Marc smirked.

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@whumpster-dumpster for the lovely prompt

[starlightcevans]

You Are The Enemy

The story is finally here! I hope you will all enjoy the brand new story, featuring Lloyd Hansen (who will be in The Gray Man movie in July)

A lot of work was put into this story.

Warning: This story contains mature content: Strong language, weapons, and smut. I'd recommend 18+ to read this story, but viewer discretion is advised.

If you find any grammar errors, please let me know.

I’m the last one. The last victim in this dark, dismal, fetid basement. It’s been days, possibly a week, and I still don’t know where I am. I don’t even know what time of day it is. Is it nightfall or daybreak? This place is pitch black that I can’t even see my own toes or hands – if I can look up to see my hands.

I am dangling in the air, as the ropes keep my hands and arms tied above me. I try to push my toes down to reach the floor, but it’s no use, and my skirt is sliding down my hips, which makes me regret choosing to wear a skirt. I knew I should have selected pants, but no, instead I decided to dress like a slut to fit in at the nightclub.

Oh, what a lot of good that did!

The other women who were in this basement with me though…I have heard their screams echo from the room above. I have heard them cry, begging for someone to stop torturing them, but then they would end up giving a blood curling scream. Then…I wouldn’t hear their voices again.

And I am next.

But I shouldn’t be afraid. I have been trained not to show fear to my enemies, but being the last woman left in this basement…I’ll admit, it does scare me.

The only voice I have heard in the room above me was a male voice. He integrated each woman. The men who dragged the women up the stairs, I recognized their voices because they have a French accent. The other male’s voice, however, is American.

But this male’s voice…it is deep, gruff, controlled and somewhat…I want to say seductive, but I shouldn’t. It’s also distinctive, like…like I have heard his voice before.

Why does this man’s voice sound familiar?

I swear I have heard that voice before…years ago…but could it be him? Last I heard, he was still in the USA, not in Europe.

I tug on the ropes for the umpteenth time, because I have to try and escape this place. So far, every time I’ve attempted to escape, two men would burst in here and take one of the women away. So since I am the only one left, I need to try and escape before I become the next victim and before Gentry realizes that I have been captured. I know I told him not to worry about me if I ever got caught, but I fear he will. He should be hiding in a warehouse I gave directions to as he needs to patch up his injuries and refuel on food, so I hope he doesn’t go out searching for me.

I turn my body around and lift one of my legs to see if I can rest my feet against a wall, and success! I find that I am not far from the wall, so I lift my legs, pressing my feet against the wall, and I yank at the ropes, attempting to free myself. I pull and pull, and my hands end up burning from the ropes chafing against my wrists, but I don’t care. I have to…I…just…need…to – YES! I finally free one of my hands from the ropes, so I just need to free my other hand, which won’t be too much of a problem. The ropes have loosened as well, so I free my other hand with barely any struggle.

I manage to stick the landing, but my feet ache as they touch the cold, wet floor. I step forward, and I almost trip, so I waddle my way toward the wall, leaning against it for balance. I start to walk, feeling for where the door is located in this dark room. As I move around, my hands land on something slimy and sticky. I don’t even want to know what I just touched, so I move along, feeling for the – AAAAH!!!

The door opens and I shield my arms over my face as the brightness burns my eyes.

Well, I guess I found the door.

“Oh look who freed herself from the ropes.” It’s the American voice. “So she can free herself from the ropes that were supposed to restrain her, huh?”

“Sorry boss, w- we – ”

BAM!

I jolt, still covering my face as I hear a gunshot go off. What the fuck just happened?

“Get him out of here. I don’t want to see his wimpy deceased face,” he orders.

I drop my arms and try to see the man who is speaking, but all I can see are blurry silhouettes. I narrow my eyes to try and see clearer, but it doesn’t necessarily help. I do, however, see two silhouettes standing in front of me.

“Guess we will be using something else to restrain you. Why are you standing around? Grab her.” I hear the American’s voice instruct, and I am hauled up by one man. I am led into what looks like a deserted room, but my vision is still blurry, and I end up seeing two of the same object. I blink rapidly to try and adjust my eyes to the brightness of the room.

“Put her here instead of there, and use this instead of ropes, as I suggested before.” I hear him vociferate.

The man holding me drags me forward and throws me into a hard, wooden chair, and he places my hands on each of the chair’s armrests. He then uses cable ties to bind my hands, keeping me in place.

Cable ties? Now I’m even more convinced that it has to be him.

My hands flail as I try to free myself, but the rope burns that are on my wrists start to flare up.

“You may leave.” I hear him say with a hard voice.

“But, boss…” I hear the man next to me mutter.

“Leave.” he barks, and the man scurries off, slamming the door behind him.

I wriggle my hands around in another attempt to try and free myself, but the cable ties start to cut into my skin.

“That won’t work. You know you cannot escape,” he says, but his voice is suddenly softer than it was just seconds ago. I look up to try and see his face, but the sun is shining on him.

“What? Don’t you recognize me?” he asks.

“I – I c-can’t…” I inhale, swallowing. “I can’t see your face.” I exhale.

“How about now?” he walks over to sit on a chair that is stationed by a round table, a couple of meters away from me, and finally, I see his face, but only just. I narrow my eyes to try and get a good look at him…but, no…it has to be him. I’m sure of it.

This man does resemble the same facial structure, but I can’t be sure. This man’s face is a rectangular shape, and his jawline and chiseled chin are structured to that of the man he reminds me of. His crewcut hair makes me think he likes to be in control – which I know he does – and the top of his hair is gelled back, or that could be the sun reflecting in the room.

I gaze lower and I notice…

“What the fuck is on your face?” I blurt unexpectedly, staring at the moustache on his face.

It has to be him – or maybe this man just looks like him?

He doesn’t answer me. Instead, he twirls his glass around, watching me intently. I blink a few times and finally, I can see more apparent, so I study his clothing attire, just to make sure this is who I think it is. He is wearing a dark blue bomber jacket, with a white shirt sticking out, and he is wearing cream color chino pants, along with black shoes. If it is him, then he hasn’t changed his style of clothing, although, I wish he did.

But if it is him, then why would he capture me? Wait! I think I know why I am here. I remember Gentry told me an American man was after him, and the man wants Gentry’s head on a platter.

So if it is him… then we have a history. A long history.

But...did he really kidnap me from the nightclub? Surely not, how could he have known I was there?

Argh! Maybe I was just taken by a bunch of traffickers, and I am overthinking this. Although, if it is him…well, shit, then I need to be more worried about him than a trafficker. With a trafficker, I could escape easily. With him, I know I will struggle.

His charisma will hold me back and then I will want to – NO! I cannot finish that thought!

“Are you just going to just sit there, or are you going to talk?” he asks, sipping his drink, and I instantly spot the signet ring on his pinkie finger. Hang on, I recognize that design – OH SHIT! IT IS HIM!

The style of clothing, the moustache, his facial structure, his moustache.

Good grief! He still looks so fucking sexy!

I gulp. “Lloyd? Lloyd Hansen?”

“What gave it away?” he tucks his chin slightly, giving me an enigmatic smile.

“The trash stache, and your perfect chiseled chin.” I bite my lower lip. I should not have said the last part.

“It’s good to see you too, Alissa.” Lloyd grins, showcasing his perfect teeth under that moustache of his. “I almost didn’t recognize you the other night, with the blue hair you sporting. It does, however, bring out your eyes though. I still don’t like that nose ring though. Now tell me, where is Gentry?”

“What?” I ask, astounded at his abrupt question.

“You heard me, loud and clear. Tell me,” he demands, taking the last sip of his drink.

“It’s good to see you too.” I mock.

“This is not the time for chitchat. Tell me where Gentry is hiding,” he demands.

Typical!

Lloyd Hansen, a man who hates chatting and just wants to get straight to the point.

I puff, rolling my eyes, and I turn my head away, looking around the room. I was right, this is an abandoned place. A tactic Lloyd likes to do, so no one will find him.

“Answer me,” Lloyd growls, but I ignore him and keep examining the room, looking for a way to escape this place. So far, there is only one door, and that door is where I was being kept.

So where the hell is the exit door? I know it’s opposite to where I was being held. I heard the door slam when the French man left.

Suddenly, I hear a chair hit the floor, making me jump, and I see Lloyd is right in front of me. I look into his eyes. Those enchanting blue eyes!

He sits down and as I look at him, I see the small mole on his cheek and his plump lips.

Shit! I’m getting distracted by his good looks. One of my weaknesses, and he knows it.

“Will you listen to me now?” Lloyd asks, his voice clipped.

I snort.

“Tell me where Gentry is hiding.”

“What makes you think I know who Gentry is?” I question.

“He is the one they call the Gray Man.”

I stare blankly at Lloyd. “Doesn’t ring a bell.”

Lloyd’s mouth twitches, but he replaces it with a smirk. “Do you really want to go down that road?”

I remain silent, staring at Lloyd, and I curl the side of my mouth upward.

“Fine. Like me, you worked for the CIA, but you gave up that job all for love. You are currently married to your husband for 5 years, who is residing in the USA.”

“Ex–husband.” I correct him.

“Oh? What happened? Did he find out you were cheating on him?” Lloyd simpers.

I clench my jaw, glaring at Lloyd.

“So I’m right?” Lloyd raises his one brow, giving me a slight close-lipped smile.

“For the record, he cheated on me first. I gave up on my marriage after I saw him fucking my friend, one year into our marriage.”

“Oh? I didn't know that. Anyway,” Lloyd waves his hand, “as I was saying, you flew here, to Europe, because you received a call from Gentry, he asked you to help him out. He knew you from the CIA, and he knew that he could trust you, hence why he asked for your help. Am I right so far?”

I remain silent, curling my lips up and tilting my head.

“I’ll take that as a yes. You also don’t want anyone in your family to know that you are in Europe, because it would put them in danger, as well as your ex-husband. Oh! And you have a thing for guns.” Lloyd snickers. “I would know, I was the one who found out when we fucked in that hotel.” he ends off with a sinister smile.

My smile fades.

SHIT! Does he still remember that night?

“So I am going to ask again, where is Gentry hiding? I know you were the last person he spoke to.”

“And how would you know?”

“Well, a few nights ago, I was told Gentry was visiting a nightclub. I was looking at the surveillance cameras and I thought, maybe, Gentry was talking to a random woman at the nightclub, but imagine my surprise when I saw it was you who was speaking to him. So don’t even try to deny that you haven’t spoken to Gentry. I have the surveillance footage showing you two speaking.”

“Oh well, then I guess you caught me,” I say nonchalantly.

“Tell me where Gentry is hiding.”

I puff, chuckling. “Like I am going to tell you anything.”

“Oh? So you’re not afraid if I tell you that there will be a bullet in your mother’s head in a few less than a minute?” Lloyd scowls, taking a phone out of his pocket.

My eyebrows bump together. “You’re bluffing.”

“Am I?” Lloyd acts surprised. “You realize you and I met in the USA, right? So you don’t think I have contacts in the USA?”

Shit, he isn’t bluffing, but I don’t utter a word. I cannot show Lloyd that I am scared.

“Tell me where I can locate Gentry.” Lloyd barks, but I ignore him.

“You know, I am getting sick of you refusing to answer my questions. Just like those other women. They knew nothing about Gentry’s whereabouts.”

I stifle a giggle. “That’s because they don’t know anything, you idiot.”

“What the fuck did you just call me?” Lloyd snaps.

I shrug my shoulders, laughing quietly.

Lloyd shakes his head. “Just tell me where Gentry is.”

“Or what? You are going to kill me?” I challenge.

Lloyd holds his hand up and balls it into a fist.

“Is that supposed to intimidate me?” I ask sarcastically, and I know Lloyd can hear the derision in my voice.

Lloyd lowers his fist and sighs deeply, and then, he laughs, amused. “Do you want to know what I did to those other women?” he simpers, his facial expression suddenly changing to a cruel smile on his face.

He stands up and walks over to the wall. He unlocks a door and – wait, there’s a door there?

Lloyd opens the door, and out tumbles…OH SHIT!

“WHAT THE SHIT?” I shriek as I look at all the women, lying motionless on the floor. The sight of them is disturbing. They all have blood-stained marks on the exact same areas on their bodies. There’s blood by their stomachs as well as blood oozing out of their mouths.

I look at Lloyd, who smiles gleefully. “You sick son of a bitch! What did those poor women do to you?”

“They were not co-operating,” Lloyd says bluntly. “Now, are you going to tell me where Gentry is, or do you want to end up like these women?” he clasps his hands together.

I swallow, looking at the perished women. Do I want to end up like them? No, but do I need to protect Gentry at all costs? Yes, even if that costs me my life.

My eyes dart back to Lloyd. “Bite me.” I spit, baring my teeth.

Lloyd arches a brow. “Alright.”

I frown slightly.

Lloyd walks over to me, sitting on the chair opposite me, and he leans forward. His face is so close to mine. He smirks and then I feel his nose on my neck. “You can’t tell me you haven’t missed this,” he whispers against my neck.

I close my eyes, parting my lips as I feel his tongue lick my neck. Oh shit! I am enjoying this!

His teeth graze my neck for a few seconds until, suddenly, he sinks his teeth into my skin, biting me hard.

“AH!” I scream.

Lloyd sits back. “Well you said I must bite you, so I did just that.” he licks his lips.

“You asshole.” I start to breathe heavily, nauseated, but yet…turned on by what Lloyd just did.

He’s the enemy! Fight the urge! He’s the enemy!

“Now tell me Gentry’s location. You know where he is hiding, so tell me.” Lloyd presses.

“I am not telling you anything, so you might as well kill me.” I retort.

Lloyd smiles cruelly, showing his perfect teeth. He titters and stands up. “Oh no, no. You’re not getting off that easy.”

I have to ask because I am curious. “Why?” I ask, straightening my back, but the sun catches my eyes, so I hunch my back slightly.

“Simple.” Lloyd turns and walks away from me. “You’re special.”

“Special?” I ask, genuinely curious.

“Yes, special,” Lloyd repeats, shutting the curtains, and the sunlight that was in the room vanishes, giving me a clearer vision of this enclosure.

“You see,” Lloyd continues as he walks over to the round table, “you and I have a history, you know Gentry’s location, and I cannot just kill you, and besides,” he smirks, “I find you oddly attractive.”

I open my mouth to object, but I cannot find the words, so I sit there, with my lips parted.

“If you were not my enemy, we would be doing all sorts of crazy shit together.” he chuckles.

“Like me choking you?” I deride, but I don’t think Lloyd took that sentence the way I wanted him to, because he broadens his smile.

“Oh! Is someone remembering what we used to do all those years ago? Us, in the hotel room, in my car, stripping naked. Me, having to bring a gun because you wanted me to –”

“Shut it.” I snarl.

“Don’t you miss those days? You’d sneak out of your house while your, now, ex-husband was asleep, and we’d meet and just have endless amounts of crazy –”

“Just shut up!” I snap, stomping my foot.

Lloyd’s humorous voice disappears, and he bares his teeth. “Well, moving on…” he turns to his side, facing the round table. “Do you want to know what I did to those women?” he picks up a gun and loads it.

“Shoot them?” I state the obvious.

“Don’t get cocky.” Lloyd warns, grabbing the cable ties before he walks back to me.

I roll my eyes and look at the women, but the sight of them makes my stomach churn, so I look to my right. I scan the wall to see if I can find a lock because that is where my escape route would be, but I cannot find the lock.

“I did shoot them,” Lloyd says, standing over me, “but I didn’t aim for their mouths first.” he says, and I hear the amusement in his voice is back. He bends his head and I can feel his breath on my face. “I went for a more…intimate part of their body.”

I gaze up at Lloyd, frowning in confusion, and he darts his eyes down. I lower my head to see where he is looking. Didn’t he shoot the women in their stomachs?

“I’m talking about here.” Lloyd points his gun right between my legs, and I flick my head up to him. I twirl my head to face the women and I take a closer look…did he shoot them below their stomachs? In that area?

I gape back up at Lloyd, who is smiling. “Why would you do that to them?” I ask, stupefied.

“They weren’t answering my questions.”

“You’re insane.”

“It’s called mixing pleasure with business, Sunshine.”

“It’s also called being a psycho.”

Lloyd clenches his jaw, clearly not impressed with what I just said.

Did I hit a nerve?

Lloyd places his gun behind him, in his pants. “I’m a psycho?” he sneers.

“A sick one at that.” I remark.

Lloyd nods his head, pulling his lips in. “You think I’m a psycho?” he eyes my body and licks his upper lip. “So you won’t mind if I…” In seconds, Lloyd is on his knees, and he cable ties my ankles to the chair legs, forcing my thighs to open, but I quickly hold them closed.

“Oh no, you don’t!” Lloyd grabs my thighs with both his hands, and he spreads my legs wide, making me moan.

Why…Why did that feel so damn good?

He’s the enemy! He’s the enemy!

“Look at me.” Lloyd orders, but I turn my head to the side, trying my damnedest to ignore him.

“I said look at me!” Lloyd grabs my hair and twists my head to look up at him. He smiles smugly. “Do you want a demonstration of what I did to those women?” he moves his arm around to retrieve his gun, and he slides his gun over my stomach, down to between my legs. I inhale sharply, opening my mouth.

Shit! He needs to stop this!

“Turns you on, doesn’t it?” Lloyd chuckles, still holding my hair.

The cold metal against my underwear, and the fact that it is loaded…why would it turn me on?

But, why is it turning me on? SHIT!

“Doesn’t it bring back memories of you and I? Where I would point a gun there and you’d be turned on by it?”

“No.” I say, but my voice is trembling.

“No? Odd, you used to beg for me to –”

“That was one time, and I told you I didn’t like it after you did it to me.”

“Oh? I don’t recall that, but anyway, moving on, when I did this to the other women, they begged for me to stop, but that was before I pulled the trigger.” Lloyd boasts. “So are you sure this isn’t turning you on, or –”

“No.” I say more firmly.

“Oh? Well, how about this?” he bends down, and suddenly, his lips smack right onto mine. This kiss though…it’s not a kiss of passion at all. It’s possession.

He is pressing his lips so hard on mine that I can feel his teeth on my lips. He drops his gun on the chair and hooks his finger in my underwear, and snaps it off me. I wriggle in the chair, but Lloyd doesn’t seem fazed at this as he places his finger right by my entrance, and I moan. Lloyd chuckles against my lips and then he slides his finger inside me, and I moan in absolute pleasure.

SHIT!

I try to pull away from Lloyd and close my legs, but Lloyd doesn’t let me. He does remove his finger to pick up his gun, placing it right at my entrance. I moan again.

Why am I getting turned on by this??? I didn’t like it when he did this to me before, so why am I getting turned on now? 

Lloyd lets go of my hair, breaking our kiss and he licks his lips. “That was fucking hot! You got to be turned on now.”

“No,” I say, but my voice is not convincing enough, and Lloyd chuckles.

“Oh, well I am definitely doing that again, and just between you and me, I didn’t kiss those women. I just pulled the trigger. So again, you are special.” he gloats.

Before I can make a remark, he grabs my face and presses his lips against mine, and he pokes the gun against my skin, and I flush, arching my back. SHIT!

Lloyd snickers against my lips. He knows I am liking this, and I hate that I am liking this.

As Lloyd kisses me, he uses his lips to open my mouth so he can stick his tongue down my throat. This makes me squirm in my seat. I cannot take this anymore!

Before this make-out session can go any further, I use this opportunity to bite his lip, and I bite hard.

“ARGH! YOU BITCH!” Lloyd yells, breaking our kiss, and stepping a few feet back, his eyes wide.

I press my lips together, and I can taste Lloyd’s blood in my mouth.

“Why did you do that? I thought we were having fun?”

I pull my head back. “Ha! That has to be a joke.” I say in a low, resentful tone.

Lloyd bumps his eyebrows together, looking at me in bewilderment.

“Oh, is someone upset that I didn’t like him kissing me?” I jeer, snorting.

Lloyd bares his teeth and he stomps forward until he is towering over me, his eyes narrowing. “Do you want me to be rougher with you?”

“Go ahead and do it. I dare you.” I taunt.

Suddenly, in one swift blow, Lloyd strikes his gun across my face, along with his knuckles, which knocks the breath out of me.

Ouch!

“Didn’t expect that, did you?” Lloyd sneers.

I look at Lloyd and I don’t show him that I am in pain, so I curl my lips, giving him a toothy smile.

Lloyd strikes me again, which makes my mouth start to bleed internally.

“Now, you listen to me.” Lloyd snarls, grabbing my shirt and it glides up my body, past my stomach. “I am losing my patience with you. Tell me where Gentry is, or so help me I will put a bullet right through your pretty head.”

I continue to smile, not uttering a word.

Lloyd grabs my face with his fingers and his face is right in mine. “Tell me!” he spits in my mouth.

I can feel the blood trickling out of my mouth, so I spit right in his face.

Lloyd grunts, stepping back, my blood dripping from his forehead to his cheek. “What the fuck you bitch?”

I just smile at him, and Lloyd marches back to me, his eyes narrow with fury. “Tell me where Gentry is located!” he yells, pointing his gun right to my temple.

I gaze at Lloyd and I burst out laughing.

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hiii i have a req >-< Could you please write about an Unwilling and Kidnapped reader being begged for forgiveness by yan!/delusional riddler because he did something that could have come off as “cheating” or “betraying” the reader? reader could be forced to forgive because otherwise riddler would hurt himself aaaah!

"Hypothetical Betrayal" (Yandere!Riddler • GN!Reader : Romantic Scenero)

this is so sick but also so cute god i love the riddler, enjoy my welcome back fic! I'm proud of this one, and I hope you all like it just as much! tw // use of the yandere trope , toxic and abusive mindsets , unhealthy relationships , guilt tripping , sui//de baiting / threatening , restrainment , yelling and unstableness , s/h / attempt at hurting oneself & graphic descriptions / implications of such, sexism & incel mindsets

You knew something was horribly, terribly wrong from the moment Edward walked in the door. You thought it was going to be an evening as normal as Edward could give you, even with what you could only call pure insanity. You expected him to wrap his arms around you in a hug just bordering suffocating, kissing your neck and lamenting on how much he missed your presence. You thought you would have known better than to expect anything less than what was being displayed now, however, and you could barely contain your shudder when the front door practically swung open.

Edward was looking at you like he had just shot you in the chest, eyes glossy and puppy-like. Your stomach twisted with dread as he quickly closed and locked the door. The sound the key made almost caused sobs to ripple up your throat, as another chance at freedom was taken away from you with jangling keys and heaving breaths. His hand lingered on the knob for but a moment, before snatching his keys with terrifying swiftness. "I did something bad, angel." He shook his head, and you unconsciously took a step back. Knowing Edward, the sweet and innocent looking man in front of you, something bad could mean blatant domestic terrorism. You took a deep breath, knowing whatever he might have done happened in the past, and you had to put your concern on your own survival rather than trying to change what was already fact. You didn't want to even touch the ideas that were swirling around in your brain, pushing them back like they were broccoli on a child's dinner plate. At first, you explored the concepts of murder. Perhaps he did what he normally did using that persona of his - murdering various politicians he deemed to have failed him or his people, a position that could be right or absolutely deluded depending on the victim.

Though, there was a single counter idea that you couldn't seem to move no matter how hard you told it that it overstayed it's welcome in your brain. He didn't think his actions were "bad" by any means. Deep in thought, you squeezed your eyes with an almost painful tightness as if that would have done anything to help you. Now, you were back at square one, and your eyes stayed shut for almost a minute. Edward was watching you intently, and if you saw the look in his eyes you would have opened your lids and gave him the most reassuring smile you could muster.

Edward's legs wobbled violently, the man feeling as if he was shaking the walls and cieling when it was simply his own version of the room spinning. You were ashamed of him as far as he could tell, and the very concept of such was enough for his knees to temporarily cease functions. Bringing Edward to the ground with a large thud, your eyes snapped open only to see your captor on the floor crying and scratching at his throat.

If only you knew this would have happened when Edward let you out of your chains. Then you would have requested to stay in them.

Edward was in shambles. Absolute shambles. His burning obsession with your satisfaction completely overtook him today, and now here he was, knees giving out on him as his weight causes him to fall to the floor.Pathetically, desperately, he shuffled towards your standing form with his knees. He stopped at your feet, now looking up at you with a pathetic look in his eyes. He sniffled, the small sound quickly turning into a much louder one as Edward began choking on his own tears.

Frankly, you had no clue what he was so upset about, and you didn't want to push to learn. You wished to stay ignorant, and in a desperate attempt to soothe his own moral conscience you raised a trembling hand and placed it on the top of his head. His hair was soft, as well kept as it could be by a man of such crippling disorder, and you rubbed it as gently as you could. You could not hold back your fear, and you almost jokingly prayed the vibrations of your shaking served as a massager of sorts rather than green light to do unspeakable, vile things to you. Edward was a mountain out of molehill type of man, and if he seemed to think you were in any way afraid of him, the damages caused by his explosion could not be calculated.

You sucked in the sent of mold and mildew from your nose, wishing for a break from reality and doing your best to mentally place yourself in a place that was far away from whatever shithole your captor was renting out for you. Droplets echoed when they hit the floor, and each sound from that accompanied by the sounds of Edward's whines and whimpers made your dissociation harder to accomplish. Long adopting dissociation as a coping mechanism, you couldn't help but fix your focus on how unkempt wherever you were being kept was.

An unfixed ceiling dripping water on the carpet, documents and newspapers covering the ground in messy layers and stacks, Edward's arrangements for your home were just as manic as he was. Ripping you from your thoughts, you could hear Edward rambling under his breath, You wanted him gone, away from you and out of this room. Out of this city, out of your life, out of this reality. You weren't even concerned with being free anymore, as just being in a room different than the room he's in would be enough to satisfy your burning desire to be free.

"I shouldn't have smiled at her, (Y/N)." He said, shaking his head. He was disgusted with his own actions. According to that smile he gave, he'd much rather entertain whores than save such a smile for his partner. He knew it to be basic etiquette to give someone a smile, especially a waitress when they give you what you ordered. Edward was always focused on looking as unassuming as possible, so it seemed like the smart thing to do. Though, when he sat there, eating his ordered pie and truly letting his actions resonate in his head, he knew how badly he messed up. If you saw, you'd probably lose it at him, and he wouldn't have blamed you at all. He would have lost it himseld if he saw you smiling at someone else, so he would have completely got where you were coming from.

"She's a bitch, (Y/N), don't worry. I know what she's worth, and I know she doesn't compare to you. She's a whore. You're not, you're so much better than her. I know, I know." His delusional and rather sexist rant went on for a few more minutes, the man only stopping for brief moments to take a deep breath or to prove his devotion further by kissing your shoes. If this was some sort of cartoon, there would have probably been spirals in his eyes, and even that wouldn't have been enough to truly do justice to his insanity. You winced at his every move, disgusted moreso at his detachment from reality than at the smile he allegedly gave to that innocent woman.

You were glad Edward rewarded your good behavior with only a door and lock acting as your restraints now rather than the chair of the past. If you were tied, you wouldn't be standing right now, and god knows what other parts of your body he'd be kissing if you didn't have the physical freedom to retract away from him as much as possible without him noticing.

Refusing to take notice of your repulsion, he continued. "It's all they do. It's the only thing they're good at. They try and seduce you with smiles and then take you for their own whore desires. I'm so glad you're not like that, baby." He, once again, kissed your shoe. "I'm sorry for letting you down."

In an action devoid of any former warning, heapparently found the strength to scramble up. Your eyes were playing awful tricks on you out of terror, and you couldn't tell if he was shorter than you, around the same height, or towering over you like a predator about to eat it's prey. His eyes flashed with the colors of a mad-man, and his hands trembled with longing."You're not like them, (Y/N). All the others, you're not like them at all." He raised his shaking hands to cup your cheeks. "You're special. I'm so lucky to have you." Whispering now, all you could do is shake your head.

"Ed, this is so sick. This is fucked up, you can't think like that-"

He cut you off, eyes widening as he took your words as a direct rejection if his apology. "It's the only way to think. If nobody calls them out on what they do, then they'll just keep, they'll just keep getting away with it." He laughed, pitying your lack of realization regarding the society you both lived in. He was alright with being your teacher, though. He preferred such a job, in fact. "I let some bitch wriggle her way into what we have. I almost failed you. No, I DID fail you. If you don't forgive me, I understand." He said, sadly nodding. "I really do. I'll try and make it up to you by killing myself right in front of you." In a tone far too normal to truly represent what he was suggesting, he watched as your pupils shrunk and your head rapidly shook from side to side. Too far gone now to realize the vile error of his ways, he smiled at you and nodded.

"Suffocation is such a long way to die. It's exactly why it's never really a good idea to hang yourself." He giggled a little bit, and your heart sunk as possibilities for the future slammed against your psyche like an axe to a wooden door. "Nobody can ever get the distance right for the rope to snap your neck. So you're just left hanging there. You can try and claw the rope off when your survival instincts kick in, but you've already made your choice haven't you, doll?" He leaned in, pressing his lips against yours as if he just proclaimed love rather than threatened to take his own life.

"I..." Defeated, you kissed him back and only spoke your words when he gave you the parting chance. "I don't want that, Eddie. I forgive you." Edward only giggled. Happy with your response, he grabbed your hands and swung them around playfully.

"Those girls are all whores, right? Tell me you agree." Edward demanded sweetly, not nearly as successful in hiding the threatening undertones of his words as he hoped. Without any choice however, you nodded.

"They don't understand us, Eddie." Looking into his crazed eyes, pupils that painted your future as well as your past and present, never have you felt such an overwhelming sense of defeat. "And they never will."

[razorblade180-heated]

A Safe Space

[This is your official horny content warning. Also modern au I guess]

Weiss, daydreaming: *holds coffee*.…

Ruby:Weiss?

Weiss:…..

Ruby:….Poke

Weiss:!? Huh!? What did you say?

Ruby:Nothing. You just seem out of it. You okay?

xxxxx

A few hours earlier, before the morning could truly begin, Weiss found herself in her apartment bed. Instead of resting however, much needed steam was being blown off as she panted in feverish bliss; all thanks to her boyfriend Jaune, who had stayed over the prior night to help with studying.

The young man was just as pent up, if not more, on his knees between her legs and fucking her roughly until they worked up a sweat.

Weiss:Aaaaah! Ja-unnne slow down~

Her mind was foggy, hips in his grasp while he ravaged her. Weiss reached out to press her hand and against his stomach, feigning an attempt to stop him from shoving all of his length inside of her. Even with her being the stronger of the two, Weiss couldn’t find the will to stop his advances.

Honestly, to be treated in such a manor! He was being such a brute. So…aggressive, relenting…big. Even as she whimpered and mewled, it didn’t stop him from pounding her. All it did was make Weiss slip up.

Weiss:Nnnng! Please, daddy~

Immediately, almost like a car crashing, Weiss’s mind hit the breaks and she covered her mouth like if she had cursed. It was too late though. Jaune had stopped was looking down at her. Both of them with red faces and shocked eyes.

Jaune:Did you-

Weiss:Shut up.

Jaune:But-

Weiss:*covers face* I said shut up! Ugh, oh my god. I didn’t- it was an accident!

Jaune:*leans down* Weiss?

Weiss:Not here.

Jaune:Hehe, you know it’s fine right? If you’re into that kind of thing. I was just caught off guard. So you have a bit of a daddy kink? *red* Nothing wrong about wanting to be a good girl.

Weiss:*flustered* Not funny! It doesn’t make sense; plus it’s weird!!!

Jaune:Weiss, I promise you that it’s okay. I’m actually a little flattered. Didn’t think I made you feel that good.

Weiss:…So you don’t think I’m weird now?

She can here him chuckle. His hands gently grab her wrists and pull her hands away. His face was only a breath away before he kissed her quickly, then put some of his weight on top of her.

Weiss’s body shivered, feeling him begin to thrust down deep inside of her. His hips weren’t moving as fast, but that didn’t stop him from being any less rough, delivering powerful thrusts that made her legs shake and arms hold him. It didn’t help at all that his grunts were right by her ear.

Weiss:H..Hold- mmngh ahhh!

Jaune:Can I hear it again?

Weiss:*whimpers* I..I can’t~

Jaune:Yes you can, Weiss. *whispers* Let me see you be a good girl, or I might have to stop. *kisses ear*

A heat rose in her, slowly burning down a wall.

Weiss:Da…addy. Aaaah, Daddy~

Jaune:Yes?

Weiss:Faster. I want it so much faster! Please!

Jaune:Of course. How can I say no?

The bed rocked hard, withstanding Jaune’s new speed into Weiss’s soaked walls. Again and again, she moaned his new title, making her blush that much deeper, but also rewarding her with a hard thrust that made her want to say it all over again.

Jaune:God, you’ve never been this wet! You’re really feeling it!

Weiss:Whose fault is that!? You’re never this rough! I can feel it…all the way~

Jaune:Oh? Feel what exactly?

Weiss:*blushing* You’re so mean.

Jaune:Just one more time. Tell me, what’s inside you? *grabs hands* Who’s inside you?

Weiss:*bites lip* D-

xxxxxx

Ruby:WEISS!

Weiss:*red* Huh!?

Ruby:Why do you keep spacing out!?

Weiss:Oh….Exams start tomorrow. I’m just caught in my head about.

Ruby:Oh. Well relax! You’ll be fine. Anyways, let’s hurry to class. Gee, you gotta learn to unwind. Let your hair down a bit.

Weiss:Yeah, I guess you’re right.