#ahhh feels like watching him grow up in front of our eyes

[shrenvents]

Spellbound

Warnings: Minors dni, smut, oral, fem receiving, unprotected, fluff, some violence, biting

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Witch reader

Summary: You're a witch with a specific skill set, one that has intrigued a certain hybrid.

Word count: 2.7k

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Voodoo. Magic. Impulse. Obsession.

She was his newest fascination.

He heard her laughter cracking through the walls of the barren bar before it cut short. Klaus observed how the sunlight blazed across her, poorly parked, car. His lips slanted in mild amusement. He told himself, that’s all it was, all she was. Mild amusement for an immortal. Though, something felt different.

He strutted into the place, head hung high as he scanned the bare vicinity. His eyes halted on a man behind the bar, rinsing glass cups. The bartender's eyes adverted from Klaus, the second he caught his stare. The man's nerves were duly noted as Klaus approached him.

“I’ll have a glass of your finest red,” Klaus spoke artfully, with a fake smile plastered on his face. The worker shuddered. “Ug- we’re not serving right now.”

“No worries mate,” his mellifluous voice paused. “The red I fancy isn’t something I’d find on your menu.” The man's gaze shot up to Klaus’s. His lips trembled as Klaus continued his jest. “Unless you intend to provide me with a bite, I suggest you tell me where she’s hidden.” Klaus’s threat echoed through the building, till silence took its place.

Suddenly, the sound of a back door, opening and slamming shut jolted Klaus away from the bartender. He instantly raced to the door, ripping it open. He watched as her frame scattered into her rusted car. He growled. There was no way he'd let her escape once again...

Your body was convulsing with anxiety. Who were you to know a little magic truce with the “other side,” would have a certain hybrid on your front doorstep. It didn’t help when you levitated everything in your apartment at him, including your freshly made spaghetti with bolognese. It was to be expected, that would piss him off...

Yanking the car door shut, you forced the key in and started the engine.

“Where are we headed this time darling?”

“Ahhh!” You screamed, snapping your head to the uninvited passenger. Klaus sat leisurely beside you, and you swear your life flashed before your eyes. “I must say, I enjoyed our time in Chicago. Perhaps San Fran may be the next best thing, love.” His smug face adorned your features, absorbing the way your face contorted in both fear and frustration.

“Jesus,” you huff, and Klaus’s smirk grows. “As much as I love the idea, somehow becoming your personal chauffeur isn’t that appealing.” Klaus chuckles lowly, leaning in, more and more.

“Well, if you hadn’t decided to run off, you crafty little thing," he drawls sweetly, "We wouldn’t have the pleasure.”

“If you weren’t trying to kill me, maybe I’d stick around.” Klaus’s brows twist like he's appalled by your words. “Who said I was interested in killing you?”

“You- I- then, what do you want?” You stammer. Klaus goes quiet. You watch as his expression goes blank before he acts as though he is in deep thought. Then, his mouth gaped in 'awe,' as if the answer suddenly came to him. “Your talents of course.”

“My talents.” You repeat, baffled.

“Yes, do keep up, my dear.”

“Why? You could have any witch at your disposal, at a moment's notice.”

The corner of his lips elevate once more. “I’m flattered.”

He’s become so close now, you feel his breath, and you try not to shiver as it grazes your neck. He, on the other hand, basks in your scent.

“But, unlike my other witches, you have a gift,” he muses. “Your connection with the dead is something to behold, and something I crave.”

After a prolonged silence, you speak. “If I help you with whatever," you move further into your seat, "When it comes to an end, you’ll let me walk away, unscathed?” Your brow quirks, and with every fibre of your being, you manage to maintain eye contact. “Yes, you have my word.” Klaus’s expression went stoic, holding an unflinching seriousness that made your heart rate stutter. And strangely, you knew you could trust him.

That's how you ended up as his lackey. For the past 5 weeks, you were at his beck and call as he tormented humans, werewolves, and vampires alike.

Like any other day, your conscious was eating away at you, as you called upon another ancestor of those he plagued. Today though, you finally broke. He had been cruelly punishing a guy for hours as you questioned his late brother, through the veil.

“That’s enough!” Klaus’s eyes darted to yours, and his angered appearance softened. Instinctively, he gripped your forearm and dragged you out of the motel room.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

“What's wrong is that I’m tired, and his brother is telling me jack shit about those ‘hunters.’” You huff, closing your eyes.

Klaus firmly presses himself stock-still, resisting every urge that wishes to devour you, as you naively allow him to hold you so close, to let your guard down, to close your eyes. An urge that has worsened, and become insatiable since you started your venture together.

“Love, why don’t you grab a bite from the cafe across the street, while I fill up the car's tank?” He says heartfeltly, "That way we both can have a break."

Your eyes flutter open, and you nearly tremble at the gentle look that flickers in his gaze. However, his body language, which clutches you tightly, suggests he is anything but. “Okay.”

After five minutes seated alone in a booth, you gathered up the last of the courage you were trying to dispel. Now, headed back to the rented room, to release the hostage. Stupid, very stupid, you thought. But you couldn’t help it.

When you entered the room, the door slowly creaked shut, and shadows engulfed you. It was too quiet, and you couldn’t see the man. Unease filled your system, and you began to regret this decision. That impending regret soon became alarms going off when the captive gripped your torso, roughly caging in your arms. His grip was inescapable, and when you tried to scream, his free hand covered your mouth.

“You fucking bitch,” he murmured with disgust. You winced. “How about I leave you bleeding out here, all laid out for you bloodthirsty master.” The man crackled with humourless laughter. “I’m sure he’d appreciate that.”

While his venomous words made you cower, you relentlessly struggled against him, fighting with all that you could muster. Unfortunately, your captor was a werewolf, and far too strong for you to at least break free, to cast a spell.

He muffled Klaus’s name with his palm, and tears pricked your eyes. Even after the numerous times you’d bicker and argue, he was still the first person who came to mind, who you hopelessly called out to.

The man began lifting your body towards the door, urgently turning the knob. Just as the outside light cuts into your vision, you're wrenched from him, pulled into a powerful embrace. With ease, Klaus’s arms carried you away, swiftly placing you in the backseat of your car, locked safely inside.

His figure then disappeared just as quickly, and you hear your aggressor's voice wail in pain. Shaking, you curl over yourself, covering both ears pathetically.

After what feels like an eternity, two large hands cup your tear-stained cheeks, bringing you out of your shell. He quiets you, as he slides inside the vehicle, smoothly pulling you onto his lap. One of his arms supports your back, while the other strokes your hair. Calming you down, he mutters things like: 'Everything’s fine now love,' 'I’m here,' 'I’ll take care of you...'

“I’ve never felt so helpless,” you mumble.

He shakes his head. “There’s nothing you could've done to stop a werewolf, especially when a full moon draws near,” he soothes. You press your cheek further into his broad chest. “Though, I wish you would’ve just listened to me for once, and stayed put.”

You shoot your head up, adjusting to face him, close enough that your noses nearly meet. “If I listened to you I’d probably be dead by now.”

“Oh really?” He grins, eyes creasing, “How so?”

“Well, for one, that time you ordered me to question that vampire chick's dead boyfriend about his affair, right in front of her.” Klaus guffaws. “You're laughing, but she would've bit my head off.”

“She wouldn’t have,” he denies, still chuckling.

“Yes, she would have Klaus.” You begin to laugh along.

“You know, I wouldn’t have let her.” His face deadpans, “Like I didn’t let our were-friend hurt you," he voiced, airily. "I gave you my word.”

“Yes, of course, your word.” You giggle nervously, glancing at the hand currently bracing your thigh, gliding its thumb back and forth. “It’s not all that I’ve given you.”

You look up and are met with a mysterious look this time. Your brows furrow in confusion. He smiles dreamily, “Your skills as a witch truly know no bounds.”

“The hell are you talking about now?” You retort, making Klaus laugh loudly.

“I’m talking about your spell," he whispers. "The one that has bewitched me.”

You freeze, heart dropping.

“You don’t mean that...” Your sentence trails off as Klaus stares through you.

He’s so unpredictable, that a part of you believes he's probably playing some sick game. But, there was also a possibility that he meant it, and all the hidden desires, for your unconventional boss, were about to bubble to the surface.

“I've meant every word, from the moment I met you, when you got the better of me.” He smirks, breath fanning your face. “Witchcraft.”

Then his lips take yours, slow at first, but the entanglement shortly turns desperate. Slightly hesitant, you grind on him, eager to pull him closer. He groans, and his hands enthusiastically roam your waist and back, beckoning you nearer.

Moving in a frenzy, as your fingers tangle in his locks, you swing your leg to straddle him. He moans your name in between kisses, and he palms your ass.

Continuously rolling your body into him makes you feel his arousal, which causes a whine to escape. When your lips break apart, his mouth trails down your jaw, to your neck. You gasp, but you don’t stop him. He audibly tells you how much he’s enjoying himself, and you squeeze your thighs over his.

“I can only imagine how sinful you taste here darling.” He remarks as his hand slides over your core, and you whimper. “How about you let me try?” He hums politely. “You know you want me to.”

“No,” you huff.

“No?” His voice rises questioningly, and a hand gropes your chest, while the other grips your chin, tilting your head down to peer into his eyes. “Not here,” you finish, and he smirks wildly.

“Then, I’ll just have to get us a private room?” He purrs seductively into you ear, making you shiver. “One that is, unoccupied,” he rolls his tongue, and you shiver again at the double meaning behind his words. You don’t even want to think about what he did to the man who attacked you.

“Please,” you sigh into a kiss, pecking his lips, which seems to surprise Klaus momentarily. His surprise briskly turns into a beaming smile. “To be continued,” he utters before shifting you off him and rushing out the car.

Not long after, Klaus reappears with that same childlike cheer gracing his features. Jerking open the door, he outstretches his hand like a gentleman. You accept it, and his palm completely envelops yours. He tugs you to his hip, and nibbles on your earlobe while you walk to a random room.

As soon as the door locks behind you, he presses himself against your backside. “Now, how about that taste?” He mutters while lifting your hair to kiss your nape, and rubbing himself against you. You press closer, before spinning around to enclose your mouth on his again. He groans into your mouth approvingly, backing your body toward the queen-size bed.

His lips free yours when your back legs hit the edge, and you fall backwards with a yelp. His hands then make work of your lower half, removing your clothes as he kneels infront of your cunt. You inhale deeply, as cool air hits your bare body.

He goes silent, so you raise your head to peek at him. Klaus is ogling you heatedly, like the predator he is. “Lovely,” he sing-songs.

He abruptly grips your thighs and heaves your core to his mouth, so close, his breath warms your skin. “K-Klaus.”

“Hmmm,” he hums shortly, before delving into you. You sob a cry of shock. His tongue expertly runs over your folds, sucking the nub with such a slow deliberation, like he can’t decide how he wishes to take you at first, as if he’s imagined every way he could.

You whine, motioning him to make his choice, bucking up, feeling his stubble scratch you. Then he grows aggressive, hungrily lapping your clit, over and over, until he ushers out your orgasm.

When your lengthy climax finishes, he sighs pleasantly into the crook of your neck. “You’re incredible,” he emits with a chant of your name, thoroughly relaxing your shaking form.

“Fuck, take off your clothes,” you beg. He immediately abides by your command, tearing off his shirt and pants. You grab his necklaces to haul his lips to yours. You savour every inch of yourself on his tongue, and he relishes in how dirty the act was.

“There’s only so much I can do to you before dawn, and it won't nearly be enough to satisfy my hunger for you.” His poetic words erupt something within. You exhale, “It seems you’re going to break your promise then.”

He stills at your words, befuddled. You elaborate, “There’s no way I’m coming out of this unscathed.” A timid smile spreads across your face, and he almost nods in understanding, feeling a strange quiver in his chest.

Wordlessly, he pulls himself from his slacks, and you take off the last of your clothes. Suddenly feeling a little out of body, you decide to take back some control of the situation. So, you flip your positions, once again, surprising Klaus, though he allows it.

You straddle him and lower yourself onto his thick cock. You whimper the second the tip enters, and he growls, pressing his fingertips into your hips, definitely leaving bruises.

“You’re too big,” you gasp.

“You can handle it, sweetheart,” he states mindlessly. He wraps his arms around your waist and arms, pulling you down onto him. His hips then press completely into you, pushing himself inside to the hilt. A wheeze leaves your lungs as he grounds into you. “Klaus, it’s too-“

“It’s perfect,” he finishes for you. You barely have any time to adapt to his size before he begins pounding. Pleasure wracks through you, and he takes whatever control you had away. His pace is unnerving, and you utter incoherent words, while his fangs graze your neck.

“Tell me,” he groans through his panting. “Tell me you want me.” He demands, though it almost sounds like he’s begging for it. “I-I want you.” The words stumble out as his thrusts reach your center.

“More,” he just about whines.

“I want you Klaus,” you shout. “You feel so good- fuck I’ve always wanted this, you.” You ramble, egged on by him. He loves it, and you feel it in his strength. He holds you tighter, and the air leaves your body.

Feeling his leg tremble, you know he’s close. “Bite me.” His clamped-shut eyelids pop open, and his dark pupils bore into yours. You kiss him and take his bottom lip between your teeth. “Bite me while you cum,” you command.

He gulps before taking his last few pumps into you. He moans into your neck as his teeth puncture your flesh. You cry out at the mixture of pain and pleasure that shatters you both.

After almost 10 minutes, he releases you from his firm caress and kisses the holes in your neck. Still inside, he turns you both on your sides. You catch your breath. “How are you still hard?” You sigh in exasperation, and he chuckles breezily. “I told you, you’ve bewitched my very soul darling.” He smirks.

“This is only the beginning.”

[lanadelnegan]

Wildest Dreams

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader

Song inspo: Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift

Summary: Y/n's celebrity crush, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, makes her dreams come true when she meets him at a bar after the walking dead comic con.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, *Jeffrey is single*, plot, smut, sexual tension, cursing, sex, oral, daddy-kink

This is my first attempt at fanfiction ever, ahhh! Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!

This can't be happening right now. I can't believe he's actually right there. I'm about to touch him.

"Well hello there." Jeffrey's smile widens as I approach his open arms. "What's your name, darlin'?"

"Y/n...Hi" I smile and let him wrap his arms around me.

"That is a beautiful name, y/n. You ready?"

"Yeah, but can we pose a different way though.. maybe looking at each other?" I ask, hoping he can't hear the nervousness in my voice.

"Absolutely, doll." He turns his body facing mine and gently places his fingers around my jawline, looking directly into my eyes and lifting my chin to meet his gaze. "Relax." His tone is soft but demanding.

The photographer counts to 3 but it feels like 10 because Jeffrey's hazel brown eyes are burning flames into mine. I swear this man is staring into my soul as if he can read every thought I've ever had about him. Including that one, because the left side of his mouth suddenly raises and he lets out a "negan-like" chuckle that only the two of us can hear.

I'm the first one to break away from our embrace and I can feel my cheeks redden as I take another glance at him. I make a mental note to never forget what he looks like in person and let my stare linger a little too long on his chest hair peeking out from his white t-shirt. His smirk grows wider and he leans down, putting his mouth next to my ear. "You... are adorable."

When he leans away, the smell of tobacco, leather, and sweet mint fills my lungs.

Even now as I sit in my car, his scent is burned into my nose and the front of my shirt.. I'll never wash it again. My eyes close and my head falls back against my driver's seat.

The rest of my evening is spent binge watching The Walking Dead -season 7 of course - and ordering too much room service. I should go out. I drove 3 hours to Austin, TX.. by myself, which is a big deal for me. I should at least explore the city while I'm here.

I shower and throw on some jean shorts and a cute top, pretending I'm not bothered by the fact that I just washed any trace of my parasocial boyfriend off of me. At least I have this. I hold the picture we took and study it for the 48th time today.

After google searching "nightlife in Austin", Sixth Street seems to be where it's at, so I head that way and although it's only 7 minutes away from my hotel, it takes me 30 to find parking. I have no clue where exactly I'm going or what I'm doing, but hell - I met Jeffrey Dean Morgan earlier. If I could do that, I could do anything. I apply some lip gloss and tell my anxiety to go fuck itself before climbing out of the car.

Bright neon signs from every building light up the street and I smile to myself at the couples holding hands walking past me. I browse around at my options for drinks - not food - because I destroyed $70 worth of room service earlier - and make out the faint sound of Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift coming from one of the pubs up ahead as if it's calling my name. "Shakespeare's." the old sign reads, and I know that's the one. I make my way into the mildly crowded pub, find a seat at the end of the bar, and don't waste any time ordering a drink.

I bring up the picture of Jeffrey and me on my phone and study it.. for the 49th time today. I'm lost in my thoughts when a deep voice fills my ear. "Shit. That is one handsome dude." He takes a seat next to me and orders himself a drink while I stare at him wide-eyed and unable to speak. Oh.. my god.

Jeffrey orders his drink and turns his body towards me slightly with that signature grin on his stupidly handsome face. He breaks the silence since my lips seem to be paralyzed at the moment.

"Tell me what you're thinking, y/n." ... he remembered my name.

"I'm thinking that there is no way this is real life right now." I grin and look around, trying to mentally focus on suppressing the redness in my cheeks.

He laughs as the bartender places his drink down. "Want me to pinch you?"

"You can do whatever you want to me." I say under my breath as I sip my drink, surprised by my liquid courage. If he heard me, he ignores it and I internally cringe at myself.

"Cheers, darlin'." We tap our drinks and I throw my head back to finish mine completely. I sense his gaze on me and turn to face him completely. "So.. What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" He fires back.

"Apparently having a drink with my celebrity crush." I laugh and cringe again. I need to stop.

"Crush? Me?" sarcasm drips from his smirk as he sips on his whiskey. "Would have never guessed.. not with the way you were blushing like hell during our picture."

My mouth drops open. "I was not!"

"No? Lemme see then." He nods towards my phone in my lap.

I pause hesitantly before handing him my phone and unlocking it for him. Bad idea. Instead of looking at our picture, he clicks on the camera button and turns it to selfie mode. He raises my phone in front of us and leans into me. I'm caught off guard but quickly lean into him, our faces touching and I smile as cool, calm, and collected as I can be in this moment.

He snaps a couple pictures of us and looks at them. "We are fucking cute as shit." He shows me and I laugh.

He pulls some glasses out of his jacket pocket and slides them on his face while holding my phone. I watch him in awe as he takes it upon himself to browse through my phone. My heart drops when he goes to the home screen and sees himself as my wallpaper with cute little hearts and cherries surrounding him. Fuck.

I wait for his reaction but it doesn't faze him. And if it does, he says nothing. He stares at the screen a little longer then finally glances at me with a smirk before turning his attention back to my phone. His thumb presses the tiktok icon and I watch curiously. He's not seriously about to suggest we make a tiktok together. Ick.

Worse. Instead, he clicks on my favorites and multiple squares of his face pop up - edits of him. I almost reach for my phone, but part of me likes that he sees it. What is wrong with me.

He looks at me and raises his brow. For the first time all night, I don't blush when he looks at me and it seems to amuse him because he chuckles and looks back at my phone. He clicks on one of the edits and watches himself on top of another woman kissing her passionately. I watch it with him unashamedly. Before it ends, he suddenly clicks my screen off and hands me my phone back.

"Why did you save that?" he asks with a serious tone.

"Uh, I jus - I liked it." I shrug.

"You like watching me make love to women?"

I laugh to myself. "Uhhh. Yeah, I guess so."

He pauses and stares at me, this time with a serious expression. "Do you wish it was you?"

My eyes widen and I open my mouth to answer but no words come out.

He stands and puts his jacket on. Oh great, I scared him. Good job y/n.

"Let's go." He throws a $100 on the bar and motions for me to stand up too.

I'm obviously not going to question this man. If he tells me to bark, I'll bark. I almost faint when I feel his big palm firmly placed right above my backside as we're leaving.

We exit the bar with our heads down as we quickly walk to his car. He opens the passenger side and I get in, waiting for him to appear on the other side. Leather, mint, and tobacco fill my lungs and I'm gone once again.

I'm so lost in my head that I don't even notice that he's already in the driver's seat. "Whatcha thinkin' about?"

"Don't ask me that. I don't even know anymore." My answer amuses him and he drives a few blocks away to one of the "rich" hotels. The entire ride over is awkward silence with the exception of Jeffrey blowing puffs of cigarette smoke towards the crack in his window every few moments.

"Y/n." He puts the car in park and turns towards me while flicking his cigarette out the window and rolling it up. "At any point tonight if you want to leave or.. you.. want me to stop, I need you to tell me, okay?"

I look at him and his face is the most serious I've seen it all day.

"Okay." I whisper.

"Come here." Is all he says before I'm leaned towards him over the middle console and so close to his face that our noses are touching. I wait for him to make the move but he doesn't. He looks down at my lips and sighs. "Fuck. I'm not going to kiss you."

I back away a little, feeling embarrassed before he continues explaining. He brings me back closer to him and his hand caresses my cheek. "I need you to understand that tonight is a one time thing, y/n. You.. you can't catch anymore feelings for me than you already have, okay? I'm going to make you feel good, but I'm not going to break your heart in the process."

The smell of his minty cigarette breath tempts me and I have to mentally restrain myself from not crashing into this man's lips. But I just nod instead.

"Good girl." Is all he says before he gets out of the car and comes around to open my door.

The way up to his room is quick and discreet. It's 11pm so we only pass two people on the way up and they didn't seem to recognize him. Even his hotel room is already filled with his signature scent, minus the tobacco.

"Would you like to stay the night with me, y/n?"

"Um, obviously. Are you kidding? ..Yes, I'd love to." I laugh and look around his room.

The lights are off, but the room is bright enough with the city lights shining through the windows. I fall into the bed dramatically on the side closest to the window.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower. Make yourself comfortable, okay?" he grins before closing the bathroom door. I stare back at the closed door and imagine what he looks like getting undressed behind it.

I glance around the large room and notice his phone sitting on the nightstand next to "his side" of the bed. He went through mine.. so it's only fair if I -

I reach over and grab his phone. 042266. I type in his birthdate and the phone locks. I laugh to myself. Too easy, old man.

There's a recent text message from.. my number? I click it and the picture he took of us at the bar pops up. And another one - our picture we took at comic con. He sent them to himself.

I don't want to intrude on his personal business too much, so instead I open his camera and take some goofy selfies. The bathroom door opens while I'm mid tongue out. He stops and stares at me as I slowly set his phone down on the bed. I shrug at him and he shakes his head a little and laughs. He appears in nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist. I turn my gaze away before I get carried away and my eyes get permanently glued to his torso.

"It's okay, y/n. You can look at me. In fact, I want you to."

I look back at him and don't even bother hiding how hard I'm checking him out now. I observe every hair on his chest and my eyes travel south until I'm imagining what he looks like under the towel. A lucky water drop runs down his flat stomach and disappears and I'm hoping the drool I just felt run down my chin was just my imagination. He walks slowly over to my side of the bed and stands next to me.

"You ready to find out what my cock looks like, y/n?"

If I was drinking water right now, I would have just spit it out all over him. I nod and he drops the towel. His cock springs free and I stare at it in awe. He's about 7-8 inches of thick perfection and I've never seen something so hot in my life. He looks down at himself, a proud smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

"Tell me one of your fantasies, y/n. We're not doing anything tonight that you haven't already thought about."

"I - well, one of them is.. putting it in my mouth." I look up at him innocently.

"What are you waiting for, then?"

I get up and push him gently for him to sit on the bed, then get on my knees in between his legs. If I weren't still buzzing from the drinks earlier, there is no way I'd have the confidence to do this.

He leans back slightly with his hands on either side of him on the bed and looks down at me through lust filled hazel eyes.

"It's all yours baby." He smiles and tucks his bottom lip under his teeth.

I slowly take him into my mouth, savoring the taste of him - like man and fresh leather soap. I groan around him as I take him further and the growl that escapes his throat encourages me to take him as far in the back of my throat as I can.

"Fuuuck baby." His deep voice strains and I watch as his head fall back with pleasure. I continue steadily sucking him and stroking where my throat won't reach. His moans grow louder with each time he hits the back of my throat.

He suddenly thrusts his hips up slightly, causing me to gag and jolt back a little.

"Goddamn it, y/n. You are not making me cum yet." He hanks my hair back and his cock pops out of my mouth and stands strong against his stomach. It's big and wet and throbbing, and my legs clench together and the sight of him.

I stand up and take my shirt off, then my bra. Then slowly slide my shorts and panties down while facing away from him. A satisfied moan escapes his lips and he wastes no time grabbing me and throwing me on the bed. He positions me until my head is on the bed and my ass in the air before I feel his cock press against my soaked pussy from behind. He rubs himself against my wet slit until I'm whimpering and begging him to put it in me.

"Beg for me, baby." He slaps my ass and the sensation causes me to jump a little.

"Please, Jeffrey. I need you. Please."

"Baby, now I know that's not what you call me in your fantasies, is it?" Another slap to my bare ass makes me yelp.

"Daddy.. please!"

His dark chuckle fills the room and every one of my senses is on fire. His scent, his voice, his dick all surround me until I'm crying and pleading for this man to ruin me. "Please daddy, I need you. Please."

"Sorry, princess. I'm taking my time with you." He flips me over suddenly until I'm laying flat on my back. His knees push mine apart, signaling me to spread open for him until he positions himself above me. He leans over me until our faces are inches apart.

My hands roam over his lean body and scratch his back lightly as his lips travel down my neck. His hard cock slides back and forth between my slit and it feels too good every time it brushes my sensitive clit.

"Goddamn, you are soaking my fucking cock and I haven't even put it inside you yet, baby." he groans and bites my nipple gently before taking it into his mouth and sucking so hard it hurts.

He finally leans up, sitting on his knees, and positions his cock right at my entrance.

"Was I or gentle or rough in your fantasies?" He rubs the head against my clit before sliding it back down. My pussy is weeping for him at this point.

"Rough.. please." I choke out.

"Please.. what?" He growls.

"Please daddy!"

He chuckles. "You want it rough baby?" I nod and a tear runs down my cheek at how bad I need him.

"Be careful what you ask for." In one motion, he enters me fully, causing me to scream out at the sudden sensation. My body feels like it was just completely ripped in half, and I wouldn't want it any other way so I cry out for him to do it again. He smirks before pulling out all the way and ramming himself back in.

He starts thrusting at a steady pace and I concentrate on the way his balls feel slapping against me.

Even more tears fall from my face from the extreme emotions he's making me feel. Horny, desperate, obsessed, in.. love.

Fuck.

"Baby. Why are you crying?" He slows his pace and leans over me, assessing my eyes.

"I - I don't know. I - I just.."

"You want me to stop?" his voice is filled with lust and concern.

"No! .. No, don't stop. I just.."

I love you.

"I want it slower." I lie.

"Y/n.. I know you better than that already." He says gently as he thrusts into me deep and agonizingly slow. His lips brush over my ear. "Tell me, baby." He kisses my neck before grabbing my jaw firmly and looking for answers in my eyes. "Tell me, y/n, or I'm stopping."

I close my eyes and blurt out before I can stop myself. "I - I think I love you."

Jeffrey's expression falls serious and he looks back and forth between my eyes while slowly releasing my jaw. His head drops and his eyes close as if he just got slapped, but he continues fucking me.

"Goddamn it, y/n... I told you.. I told you not to catch feelings."

I just stare at him and cry. "I'm sorry."

He closes his eyes again tightly as if contemplating what he should do next. Before I can say anything else, his lips crash against mine. I kiss him back passionately and his tongue slips into my mouth. He picks up the pace with our kiss and his hips and I moan into his mouth.

"Fuck, baby. What am I gonna do with you?" his breathing grows faster and heavier with mine.

"Jeffrey.. fuck, I'm - I'm."

"Cum for me, baby." He growls and quickens his thrusts again.

I scream out for him and he moans into my neck.

"Jeffrey.. you know what else I fantasize about?" I ask him while trying to catch my breath.

"What's that, baby?" His balls slap against me over and over and over.

"What you taste like when you cum."

He lifts his head to look at me and paints a devilish grin across his face. "Yeah? You want me to cum in that pretty mouth, baby?"

I nod without question. I've dreamt about what this man tastes like for so long. If this is our one and only night together, I need to know.

"Fuck." He pulls out of me and leans back on his knees, bringing my head with him as his fingers tightly grip my hair.

"You ready, baby? Open up." His voice is deep and hoarse as he moans out and I swear I've never heard a man sound as sexy as he does right now.

His warm, salty cum fills my throat and I greedily swallow every drop of him, licking his tip until he's completely drained.

"Holyyy shit. Look at my dirty girl." He grins down at me and strokes my hair like he's proud.

He drops down in the bed and holds his arm out for me to lay next to him. I lay my head on his chest and listen to his rapid heart beat. A few minutes pass and I'm hoping he forgot about my little comment earlier. Well - big comment. I can't believe I told him I love him. I mean, I do love him and I think I have for awhile now, but why did I have to be a psycho and tell him that.

He finally breaks the silence. "Y/n.. We have to talk about it."

I sigh. Here it goes. "I know.. listen.. I didn't mean it. Obviously, I barely know you. I was caught up in the moment and I was just.. emotional. I promise I'm - I'm not crazy. I know this is a one time thing and I'm okay with that."

"Hmph." I feel his chest rise a little and he sighs. I lift my head up to look at him and he smiles wide at me before kissing my lips.

"That's too bad y/n.. Cause I was thinking we could do this again tomorrow."

The End.

If you read this, thank you so much. This is my first time writing fanfiction, so pls be nice. If you hate it, I'll cry. :') Xo,kb.

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hey love, congratulations on 200!

i was wondering if you could do ethan landry with the prompt (please tell me that at least a part of it was real) some good old ghostface angst!

GOOD OLD GF ANGST! 🕸🔪 Thank you, love! I hope you enjoyed this! 🌼

Damaged Soul

Summary: Your boyfriend of almost a year isn't who he says he is. He's a killer, and he killed your love and your trust. | m.list

Word count: 1.1k

Warning: ANGST ANGST ANGST 😈. swearing, blood, character death, lying, cursing, (i want to say that's everything)

did not proof read.

also I'm making it through all the requests plus the new ones! AhHh

your heart sank as you watched Ethan take the Ghostface mask off, tears filling your eyes as they locked with his. Tara looked at you worried, "Never trust the love interest, right?" he had an evil grin on his face like he was proud he played you.

Bailey grabbed Ethan's shoulder and started talking about how proud he was of him for using you like Richie had done to Sam last year. "They grow up so fast don't they." your body felt frozen in time as you looked at Ethan, questioning everything in existence now.

Sam kept yelling at Bailey asking why they were doing this, Tara stood holding herself as she felt herself bleeding out.

You haven't been injured yet as bad as the sisters, and something was telling you it was about to get worse. Ethan and Quinn were now circling around you three while bailey gave his big speech.

"Ethan, why?" your voice was broken and cracking. Your body turned with his following his as he walked around.

"Don't you see y/n I needed excuses, econ wasn't always going to work, but being with you oo you knew. you knew what I was up to, yet you ignored it. All the late nights coming back to the apartment, y/n you were just an object to me. Nothing more, but God you know I will miss the sex." he shook the knife in your face as he got closer.

"I didn't know" You stepped back as he got closer, tears falling from your eyes. your back hit the wall. Bailey and Quinn were too busy with Sam and Tara. Letting Ethan have you to himself, "I didn't know!" you screamed in his face causing him to jump a little.

He lunged forward, his hand wrapping around your neck while the knife cut into your cheekbone. "It doesn't matter anymore sweetheart; did you know you weren't even part of the plan? hm? now, but Quinn you see Quinn came up with the idea of getting with you, seeing at how much you gave me heart eyes she knew it was a good idea."

"You're a monster!" your voice was broken, shattered even. your body ached as his hold tightened on you.

"No! I'm not the monster, Sam is okay she killed Richie she's the one that ruined our lives, if anything she ruined your life too" his eyes were glossy as he talked about his brother.

"She killed him in defense, while you have killed- three people" pushing yourself against the knife you felt it cut deeper into your face. You could feel the warmth of your blood running down your face, Ethan's eyebrows drew together as he noticed a change in you.

You were beyond angry now the fact that he used you, and yet deep down you knew you knew something was up, and yes Ethan was right you ignored it. but you can't anymore.

"You used me, Ethan, you killed people, if anything you ruined my life. You made me fall in love with you, you used my body, I trusted you with everything, and you stand here in front of me and you're telling me you aren't the monster?!"

You didn't need a weapon to scare him, you saw the fear he had in his eyes when he took the mask off. Seeing the look on your face when he realizes what he has done, he knows that you know he loves you and that behind closed doors he wanted this all to end.

He slowly stepped back as you stepped forward his hand loosed on you and the knife. you were getting inside his head. "I hate you; I hate you and I want you to fail, I want you and your whole family to die."

"Y/n I-I had no choice it was my father's plan" his eyes were getting watery by the second. your hands balled up into fists.

"Fuck you!" you punched him in the face causing him to fly back, dropping the knife. Baily was chasing Sam on the stage while Quinn cornered Tara.

"You fucking dumbass Ethan get the fuck up" Quinn shouted at Ethan as she saw him on the floor. You took the chance to run to Tara, she had a stab wound in her abdomen and on her arm. She had it worse than you.

"Y/n you have to get out of here, find help" Tara tried to push you away but failed. The sound of screaming and shouting filled the auditorium as Sam was fighting Bailey.

"God as much as I hate you killing you is going to be so fun" Quinn was behind you waving her knife, and you pushed Tara away motioning her to go help her sister.

Ethan was standing behind his sister watching as she was getting closer. "No Quinn, she's mine let me have her" she looked back at her brother seeing the way he was looking at you. Not only did he have the look to kill you, but he also still has lust written all over his face.

"You've got to be kidding me, you can't really have feelings for this bitch," Ethan was trying to justify that he never had feelings for you. Looking around you saw broken glass, picking it up took the shard, and stabbed Quinn in the back. she screamed out in pain; Ethan ran forward and without thinking he pulled you off of her.

Taking the Kinfe Quinn he pulled his arm back, the sharp end meeting with your stomach. You screamed right into his ear, his heart breaking as he felt your blood pouring onto his hand. "Do it Ethan" Quinn watched holding her side as he twisted the knife and pulled it up creating a deeper cut. "I'm sorry y/n I'm so sorry" he held your body close as you couldn't even make any noise from the pain.

"Please tell me at least some of it was real?" your face was ghostly white, your cheeks stained with tears and blood. Your body is already feeling so weak, you weren't going to make it but

"Yes, it was, y/n it was real, and I-I love you. I always will love you" Tears were streaming down his face as he felt your body go limp. He had just killed the one person that ever understood him. He shouldn't have done it; he shouldn't have done any of it. he set you down looking at your face. You looked nothing like you did when he was with you at nighttime.

"Ethan let her go, dad needs us" Quinn pushed him with her foot causing him to lean closer to you. He wiped his tears, got up and followed his sister.

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Hi can I request number 30 with Tonowari from the fluff prompt list? Thanks

MARVELLOUS

ahhh!! my first tonowari work!! i made him young in this one coz like imagine baby tonowari (he's like a 20yr old man in this fic) but so byy so bbygorl

Tonowari was young, his new tattoos still red and agitated as he earned his rites, stepping into the leadership of the clan. He was to rule over the Metkayina one day and he was to have a strong, kind woman by his side to oversee the protection and flourishment of his people.

He had one woman in mind. You. You were fierce, the clan’s best fisherman, a woman who tamed her Tsu’rak with ease, a brag worthy accomplishment. He looked up to you with admiration. You were an astounding woman, who wouldn’t want you as a mate?

“So brother, it is heard that you want to take Y/N as your woman?” Tonowari was sat in one of his friends marui all sitting as they shared a fish they had caught in the early morning.

Tonowari felt his stomach swirl at the conversation turning to you. He was not open about his romantic feelings towards his friends, it was something he thought would be more precious if it was between him and the woman his heart lies with.

“She is a marvellous woman…” His friends looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to confess his affections towards you. “And I have taken it upon myself to court her.”

A choir of cheers came from his friends, all giving him pats on the back. “Our mighty chief getting himself a mighty Tsa’hik!” Tonowari gave his friends a look, embarrassed of talking about his feelings, to be teased was creating a flurry of butterflies in his stomach.

As the night continued, he couldn’t help but think about you. Your graceful figure, you fill his mind with happiness. He is truly in love with you, he only hoped that you feel mutual. That you would want to oversee the people with him and be by his side.

Tonowari was walking towards his own marui, taking a detour to the shore, wanting to be close to the sea as he walked.

Lighting up the path in front of him was your familiar figure. He felt his heart stop as he watched you walk closer to him. “Wari!” you were waving happily, almost skipping to see him.

“What has got you in such a joyous mood?” He gazed over your body, going back to your love-struck eyes that were pulling him in.

“Hmm just something I heard.” Tonowari’s brows furrowed, curiosity washing over him as he wondered what you heard.

“Hm and what was that?” You giggled more as his stoic features turned even more confused.

“Something along the lines of ‘she is a marvellous woman and I have taken it upon myself to court her.’” Tonowari felt his chest drop, his face grow pale as you were still smiling brightly up at him.

“You were not supposed to hear that!” You were still smiling as you took his large hand in yours, tracing the lines on his hand as he stared down at you.

“I think you’re pretty marvellous too.” His breath hitched as you trailed your hand up his forearm. Along with your words showing your affections he felt as if his heart was going to burst.

“You do?” It was breathy as he questioned you, blown pupils staring into you.

“How could I not?” With the end of your sentence you reached up to him, soft hands holding his cheeks as you brought his lips to yours. Letting explosions off in your chests as you both hungrily kissed each other. Something that both of you had only fantasised about.

Tonowari broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours, listening to the fast pace of your heart. “You truly are marvellous.”

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thankyou sm for reading bbys!!

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Love In the Air Ep 3 Review & Running Commentary

I'm so excited, I just can't hide it! No seriously. My freak flag is waving and I'm here to review for the vanillas that want to be informed and my fellow kinksters. FOR the love of all that is unholy, understand that this show is for us kinksters. There will be kinks you don't like, do not hate watch and therefor hate on us kinksters, just because you don't have that kink. Would you judge someone for who they chose to love based on gender or race? Then why are you hating on something that doesn't affect you? If you have questions about the kinks please read my previous reviews, here.

Now sadly for a mother fucking disclaimer. If you want to use my reviews on other social media platforms, go right ahead. All I ask is that you give me credit. I see you TikTok people who keep stealing my shit. If I see this review anywhere on TikTok without my name, you will get blasted on there and on here and there we be more than me doing it. You can't delete all our comments.

I am not pre-watching the episode. You are getting me live with all my insanity. You've been warned! So, we start off with the two sexy men, that my in my thirties ass shouldn't thirst after buttttttt hot damn. I really can't wait to see Prapai and Sky's scene but for now he is showing up the morning after to thank Payu. You guys, Payu thirsting for Rain is gonna be my Kryptonite. "I'm still waiting Rain"

I Like Rain And I'm Not Talking About The Weather

I love an organized baby gay sub. Where can I get one?! He has a color coded calendar. This really shouldn't be so cute. Look at him being traumatized by the lack of time. Welcome to adult life. Again with friends like Sky, who needs enemies. No seriously I adore their friendship because the support is still there, he's just real with him. Rain is crazy! We here for it though and yes Sky, how ARE you? Inquiring minds want to know.

Rain tells Sky about how he needs to catch a guy in thirty days. See the support. It only took a short "guy" moment. Now note that Sky asks "You've moved on from Ple to this guy" and Rain doesn't answer. This is all the answer he needs before dishing out the advice. Because who better to ask than your gay bestie. The advice: Show Up In Front Of Him Every Day. Got to admit it's good advice. There are some "are you sure this will work" but Sky assures him that he needs to get past this step first. Because fortune favors the bold. I can't wait to see how Sky still feels about this plan when Prapai implements it.

Your honor, I love this white crayon. I can see why Payu likes him. Oh no he isn't there and another. Day two and Payu is still not around. Poor disheartened Rain. Three day four. What are you up to Payu?

Sky reminds me of @victooooorious a complete asshole best friend but there every single time you need their ass. Okay back to the show. So, Rain is obviously upset about not seeing Payu which might be Payu's plan, make him miss him. Keeping it real Sky tells him that's why he said get through step 1 before doing any other steps. I am fucking loving the knowing look that Sky side eyes. Payu sent a text saying there is an easier way to see me, think carefully. Cryptic much. I would totally do something like this and yet I'm annoyed to see it done. Hey but Rain figures it out and races out of the classroom. That eye roll from Sky was a mood. Now he is reminding me of @curiositykilledd.

Oh, it's Mr. Low Friction who gives me the shivers and not in a good way. Okay so Rain had nothing figured out, but he knows who to ask. You're growing on me Matchmaker Mechanic. Telling Rain to learn how to dial 1-800-love-connection. Clue number 2 is that some people have a soft spot for polite kids. Payu is giving a reminder. We can say a lot about him, but he recognizes that Rain is a baby sub and needs extra guidance. Now Overly Invested Engineer has to get back to work.

Ahhh, so Rain calls and while he isn't rude. He isn't polite enough. This is Payu setting and establishing guidelines. Once Rain shows proper respect, Payu talks back. He gives a command "Finally. Wait there, I'll go to you." I think your overconfident a little early Rain.

Got to give credit to Rain because he is waiting. His little brother doesn't get it. "Nobody would wait a whole day like this but me." It would damn sure take a submissive to do it but though Rain is a baby sub he is starting to get it. Ohh, little bro can dish some info. Damnit! I don't know if I can forgive you for this. Telling Rain that he isn't special to your brother! You just broke his heart telling him that shit. "My brother is far from simple; you'll get burned if you don't know how to play with fire." You just made Rain put his walls back up. What's there to worry about, I don't even like him. Dude, he was getting there, and you just had to be an ass. Apparently, it runs in the family. You basically told Rain he wasn't special. Just because you told your brother to be kind doesn't mean I like you.

At this point we need to notch Payu up from a brat tamer Dom to a Sadist one as well. Sadism isn't all about physical pain it's also emotional discomfort as well. Now he has a reason behind what he is doing besides just the emotional discomfort but that doesn't mean he won't enjoy it as well. Payu is upset at not being greeted but Rain is in his feels right now, so he speaks rudely. Payu instantly reprimands him. He's stupid if he doesn't realize something is going on. A good Dom can read their submissive, maybe not know what's going on but for sure tell when things are amiss. Rain apologizes for his vulgarity but then tells Payu he is going home. Payu grabs him and asks what's wrong. Rain lies and says that Payu looks tired, so he better be going. Payu is smarttttt, he has figured out the way to Rain is with teasing. "You're happy with seeing me only a few minutes after waiting hours. You are pretty crazy about me." And there is what Payu wanted to know, "I am different from other people." "Jealous?" "You are crazy I'm not!" "Are you sure?" "Sure!" Let's see how Payu handles this because his sub is hurting and not in the way we like. He takes Rain's hands and tells him if he doesn't want him to be with anyone else, then make him fall in love, so that he only sees him. Smooth.

Ah, not smooth enough. Rain says he is leaving. Good. Payu grabs him and Rain tells him to let go but he doesn't. "I'm hungry, come eat with me. I might fall for you faster." Aww, look at that smile on Rain's face. He didn't really want to go but he was showing HIS limits. He is saying, I will wait two hours for you but make it worth it. Don't only scold me, I need positive reinforcement as well. Show me I'm special.

Out the door they go with Payu holding Rain's hand. They get to where they are going to eat and Payu is immediately watching Rain. Okay, did you guys catch that whole dominance shift? See once Rain sat down, he immediately started looking to get an order sheet. This is a dominant move, granted it's not huge but kind of is when you're still working the kinks out. Haha, see what I did there. Thank you, I'm here every Thursday. Anyways, Payu very smoothly took over the menu sheet and won that little battle.

Easy banter back and forth. Payu flags down the waiter. Rain notices he didn't order and Payu calls him stupid once again. Rain said eyes and complains about the use of stupid. I'm not particularly a fan of someone ignoring someone else's guidelines. Let's see if Payu can change Rain's mind though. The TEASING! It's gonna kill me and Rain. Payu says "I'm curious Rain, how are you going to make me fall for you. I don't see how you can do it." "Keep your voice down, People will hear you." Is this gay panic? or something else. Need more context clues. "Come again." "Keep your voice down." "You're afraid of other people's opinions?" See, see how Payu teases Rain into revealing his feelings or pushing him where he wants to go. "It's not too late to back out." "You speak as though I'm gutless." "It's clear you are." Rain grabs the waiter's arm "Mister, I'm hitting on this guy. Please give me your support."

"Do Your Best!" I like the waiter. Also, the clapping crowd. "Shit" Payu loved it though. Look at his face, he ate it up. "Do your best stupid boy." "Quit it! It's all because of you!" Your gonna make his head swell Rain. Payu asked Rain if he is shy, but Rain assures him he isn't. Cute banter back and forth. Here we go. This is addressed as an ask but it is a command. "I wanna eat the eggs. Will someone pick them up for me?" This is actually my preferred method of commanding outside of sex or pain. "I'm thirsty, can someone get me a drink?' Rain tells him he has hands. Totally a brat moves but Payu isn't mad cause he knows Rain is shy. Instead, he taps his forehead gently in reprimand. Then shows Rain how it's done by feeding him. He is really a very good Dom. I'm really enjoying the representation here. He feeds him more and then cleans his face. Now we are seeing an annoyed Rain and an amused Payu.

Ha!!! Payu chasing after Rain. "Please don't be mad. I said I'm sorry." "I'm still mad." "You made me angry and shout on purpose. And you even laughed at me!" "Affectionate laughter and mocking laughter are two different things." Rain isn't buying it and goes to leave but Payu grabs onto him. "Talk to me." "What else do you want?" Ahh, more guidelines but good ones. "Next time call me before coming. You are already busy. I don't want you to waste your time waiting for me." Then compromise because at this point he realizes he has to give, or Rain will walk. Subs aren't doormats, you've got to balance their needs with yours. Power imbalance yes but they are still our treasures. "I'll text you when I go to the garage." Then he gently picks whatever the fuck he can see but I can't off Rain's face. "You're starting to fall for me, aren't you?" "No. It's fun to have you around, that's all." "You're teasing me again!" smack. Depends on your relationship guidelines on whether this is acceptable or not. Payu just laughs and goes on to continue the previous conversation on Rain learning to balance his time. Praising himself for being a good senior. "Do you get it stupid boy?" "Calling me stupid again." "Then how about a reward for the boy who persevered." "Try replacing my stupid with cute." Okay, truth talk. For the sake of the show, I can see the cuteness in this but it's completely unacceptable in the real world. You do not, I repeat, do not push someone to accept a degradation kink. If it's your kink, then figure out a way to talk it through until your D/s partner understands or find another partner.

Oh, we are having another existential moment. Please do not engage program is still loading. However, Payu is willing to leave him here. "That's cheating, P' Payu. You're a cheat!" pst. How is that cheating exactly? Cause your realizing your falling and that's not fair?

Rain, dude, get your shit together. Oh look, Payu is keeping his promise and letting Rain know when he'll be at the garage. Rain texts back that he basically doesn't care and that he is gonna bring Gear Grinder Guy some snacks. Brats are live wires, be prepared to get shocked. It's half the fun though, the challenge. Payu immediately texts Mr. Lube that if he doesn't want a pay cut that he better leave whatever he gets at the office.

Responsible Sky, reminding Rain about his homework and the deadline. Still Rain races out, pushing Ple aside. Our clueless baby sub gay is so cute. Even if he rushes off to the garage he is working on his homework. To which Payu gives him a complement. "I may flunk lecture classes, but I'm confident with this one." "Where are my snacks?" "Why would I give them to you, they are for P'A because he took care of my care." Payu starts listing off all the things he did to the car until Rain can't help but give up the snacks. Payu grabs Rains hand as he is taking the snack, Rain snatches his hand back, but he is smiling to which Payu notices. Payu out right calling him cute! Ahh. Okay, Okay, Gear Grinder is growing on me.

Ohhh no! Payu asks when the deadline is, and Rain asks why. Once he starts talking about buying Rain dinner, it's not looking good. Payu tells him it's fine if he doesn't want to, he can eat by himself and starts to walk off. Rain quickly grabs his arm. And I knew it.

Here is another command. "I'll wait by the bike. Pack your things quickly and follow me, okay?" Ahh that head rub! I'm melting. Like I'm a puddle right now. All the feels. Okay, I got it together, lets continue. Ha! Payu grabbing Mr. Lubes snacks. How rude. Looks like Rain finishes his homework but then he is taking a nap. Even in your dreams you get shit, lol. Mom wakes the kid up thanks to Sky, but he still doesn't make it in time. Professor is harsh but right. If everyone else can meet the deadline, why should he be the exception. Sometimes you have to learn your lessons the hard way. I was siding with you dude but now you're being a dick. There is nothing wrong with crying, it's an expression of sadness and frustration.

These are friends. Sticking around to give support. Ple puts her hand on offers Rain a listening ear, but Rain removes her hand. Which surprises Sky. He tells them that he is tired from pulling an all nighter. Then shows up at the garage to stand in the rain. Baby brother goes to grab him out of the rain and then calls his brother to tell him what happened. Payu knows something is wrong because Rain now knows to wait for him to text. He packs his shit and leaves. When a sub needs support than they need support. See they might give us control but that doesn't mean they don't get anything out of it. We are the pillar, and we know it. I will absolutely drop what I'm doing to answer my sub's call. If their calling while I'm at work, it's not for a bullshit reason.

Rain is sad and distraught and Payu knows it. He races through the rain to get to him. This is exactly how you do it. He even races to the door! Fuck yes! Ahhhhh, omg, no comments, just open arms. This is what I'm here for. Universal truth of a Dom, whether it's hitting a head space and coming down or an emotional come down, touch centers. Touch grounds and touch reconnects. It says, you are never alone. You will never handle this alone. Rain has never had this and doesn't know how to respond so Payu commands in a soft voice "Come Here." See! See! "It's okay, I'm here now." "I screwed up." "It's okay, good boy." No degrading, just unconditional support. Listen to that soft voice he is using. Rain tells him that he doesn't know what to do anymore. Payu tells him he is here for him to talk to, and he does not get pushed away like Ple did.

While in the bathroom Rain talks to himself in front of a mirror. This is actually a good trick to use when you're having a hard time being honest with yourself. He asks himself why he rejected his friend's support but cried in front of Payu. He tells himself to stop crying but admits it was nice to have Payu's support.

When he leaves the bathroom he rushes to stop Payu from looking at his work. Now comes the kick in the ass. Payu tells him the teacher was right and Rain agrees. Payu tells hime that this is the first test before he steps into the real world. That it will protect him and give him strength in the future. For some missing a deadline is no big deal but for others, it means responsibility. He offers more comfort and support that critisism.

Oh, Good Dom. You are starting to realize that your little man needs a little more tlc than most. He goes to him and hugs him to him. "What's done is done, don't dwell on it. Focus on your next works, got it, naughty boy?" Rain nods up at Payu. "Dry your hair properly. Don't get sick. I don't want to take care of you." but he is smiling as he says it. "I thought you wouldn't comfort me!"

So now we know that the wolf planned to eat the lamb all along.

Woot! We've come to the end of this episode. Once again... This is long but fuck it. By this time if you're still reading my reviews then you signed up for it. Shout out to @suga4mycoffee for the very humorous nick names. When I couldn't think of anything past Mr. Lube she delivered. If you guys would like me to stop all the commentary and just talk about the BDSM aspect, let me know. Then to top this off, this review is dedicated to @ellaspore and @dayummmdorisss for the undying support. Hope you guys enjoy! 💜💜💜 Please feel free to reblog but do not repost without my name attached. I could honestly give a fuck less about borrowing some of my words but incorrectly using them and falsely portraying yourself as part of the community makes you shit in my book.

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ZuCasino, Yuzuka Rei: October 2022

Long time no translations! It's been a busy year but I finally found the time to finish an interview that I really really love, I hope you are able to understand more about Rei with this sweet Q&A! ZuCasino is a current segment in Takarazuka Graph magazine where prominent otokoyaku get interviewed via a series of casino-style games and questions. October was with Yuzuka Rei. I've tried something a little different this time around where the first time an actress's name is mentioned I link her takawiki page. I've also done translation notes as I go rather than putting them all at the end. Let me know if you find this helpful or just too much. Without further ado, enjoy!

Part 1: Episode Roulette

We challenged Yuzuka Rei to play our Episode Roulette game!

(Rei has been given a roulette wheel, each section has a topic of conversation, whichever she lands on she has to answer)

A Joke That Went Wrong

Episode 1：

Alright so, this is something that happened to me today. Earlier today I went to the quick-change-station* backstage to pick up some hair products for our photo shoot. But then suddenly, our flower troupe musumeyaku from the 100th class* (Oto Kurisu, Hoshikaze Madoka and Itotsuki Yukiha) popped out of nowhere wearing Japanese biker gang outfits!!! I think they had mistaken my footsteps for those of another classmate because they jumped out in sync pulling the same funny faces as if they had known I was coming!  It was so hilarious I couldn’t stop myself from laughing at them! (laughs)

*The "quick-change-station" is an area in the wings at the Takarazuka theatres where the actresses can change between scenes, it has dressing tables and any costumes/props needed for quick changes but it's not part of the actual dressing rooms. *100th class refers to the 100th class of actresses who graduated from the Takarazuka Music School, Takarazuka is based on hierarchy, not just hierarchy within the star system but also hierarchy based on years in the company, so what class people were in at TMS is quite significant, and actresses have a strong bond with those in their troupe who they were at TMS with. When Rei refers to “another classmate” she means another girl from the 100th class. Later on in this interview, Rei will refer to one of her own “classmates”, Rei’s class was the 95th class.

Something you've been thinking about

Episode 2:

My baby nephew has been on my mind a lot! I often get sent videos of him, he’s over a year old now and has started walking and saying things that sound like words, I can’t get over how fast he’s growing. There’s quite a lot of us in the flower troupe who have nieces and nephews around the same age, so I like to know how they are doing too. Even though I haven’t met them in person, because me and the other flower troupe members are always sharing videos with each other, I feel like I’m watching over them. You know how when you were little you would get those adults who would come up to you and say “Ahh look how big you’ve grown!”? Well, I’m pretty sure I’m becoming that person!

A Special (insert here)

Episode3:

When I’m performing, I like to try and use my eyes like a camera and take pictures of everyone's faces to save to my memory. Those of the flower troupe and those of the audience. There are lots of times when I see someone's lovely sparkling smiling face and I think “Ahhh I wish I could share this with someone”. So, I want to create my own “Special SSS Seat View!”* Like, you know how when you go to theme parks you can buy photos of yourselves on the rides? It could be like that, after seeing a show you could go to Quatre Reves* and get the photos straight from my brain.

*In Japanese theatres, seats are divided by B, A, S, and sometimes SS seats too. In the Takarazuka theatres the SS seats are the middle block of the first floor at the front, so what Rei means here is that what she sees standing on stage is an even closer view than that, therefore her view would be called SSS. *Quatre Reves is the Takarazuka merchandise store, you can find them at the theatre as well as in major cities across Japan and online!

Praise someone!

Episode 4

I want to praise everyone on this earth! I think none of us expected this fight (covid) to go on for so long, but even without an end in sight, we have all carried on, one day at a time. There are probably people out there who feel a loss in confidence, and aren’t able to fight on…So I feel like we and the audience are like “comrades” living through this era of great change together. 

There is a lot of pain right now but the fact that everyone keeps going and doing there best is amazing!

Part 2: Card Game

(Rei has been given 2 decks of cards with words written on the back, deck 1 has an adjective, deck 2 has a type of person. She must take one from each deck, name a person that relates and give us an anecdote about them.)

Deck 1: Cute, Passionate, Must-See, Respected, Bizarre

Deck 2: Upperclassmen, Underclassman, Teacher, Classmate, Flower Troupe Member

Passionate Underclassman*

The “Fashionable Empire” Rockettes

When I was watching the rehearsals for the Rockette number I found myself thinking “wow they really are the picture of youth!”. They are all just so energetic and have a high awareness of the space and each other, you can tell they are thinking about how to make the dance the most effective, they are such promising underclassmen. It was a Rockette dance delivered with so much confidence!

*Underclassmen generally refer to actresses who have been in the company 7 years or less.

(Fashionable Empire, 2022) Cute Classmate

Kizuki Yuuma

We were reunited for the first time in forever in the musical “Top Hat”, it was funny though because she’s a senka member now, so everyone was treating her incredibly politely which she seemed quite humbled by (laughs). On stage, she had an immense stage presence in her dandy-style costume, and her character had a high tolerance for people's behavior, but in the wings and in the rehearsal rooms she would bow more than anyone else! I found it very cute how she would suddenly get smaller and smaller and smaller*. Her embarrassment was in huge contrast to how much she helped us throughout the show, in the way she would speak to the underclassmen and the wonderful insight she gave us into her thoughts on the performing arts. It was just so adorable to me, I remember thinking “You don’t have to make yourself so small!!” (laughs).

*In Japanese culture it's common to lower yourself when speaking in order to show respect for someone higher in age or status than you. So what Rei means here by Kizuki getting smaller and smaller is that she was probably bowing her head and bowing with her whole body so often to everyone that she was getting smaller and smaller, which is quite a funny image when you consider how she usually towers above every other actress. Kizuki recently transferred from the Moon Troupe to Senka (a troupe made up of superior members who guest star in different troupes) so there's no need for her to be lowering herself when she is actually higher ranked than everyone else, but she's not quite used to all the politeness and respectful language the actresses are giving to her yet, so she still feels a little embarrassed and finds herself doing it back to them. 

(Top Hat, 2022) (from left to right: Minami Maito, Kizuki Yuuma, Yuzuka Rei) Must-See Flower Troupe Member

Mikaze Maira

She's been Kumicho (Troupe Leader) * for half a year now and she looks after us all by giving us positive encouragement and strengthening the troupe morale. I think she makes it easy for us to all unite and move towards the same goal together by guiding us, not only in the arts but in our emotions as well. Please pay attention to our Kumicho who is full of charm and positivity! *The Kumicho (Troupe Leader) is the oldest member of the troupe, it is her duty to support the troupe and basically make sure everyone is okay, she is usually the first port of call when an actress is struggling with things like stage fright or other worries. Mikaze transferred to Flower Troupe from the Cosmos Troupe with current Flower Troupe Top Musumeyaku Hoshikaze Madoka in 2021, and took over from Takashou Mizuki as Kumicho in 2022

(The Fascination, 2022)

Part 3: Dice Game

(Rei has been given a white dice and a black dice, similar to the last game, whatever number she lands on has an assigned word, white dice adjectives, black dice nouns, the difference this time is whatever she gets she has to perform!)

White dice: 1. Cool 2. Sexy 3. Powerful 4. Flirty 5. Sweet 6. Dynamic

Black dice: 1. Face 2. Flying kiss 3. Wink 4. Pose 5. Back pose 6. Kabe-don

Part 4: Big wins at the Zucasino Question Corner

1. If you are already doing well would you place another bet? I think I usually stop myself when I start thinking about going all in on something. So rather than taking another big bet, I’m the type of person who quits while they are ahead.

2. Are you daring? Or cautious? Tenma Michiru once surprised me by saying “I used to think you were a cautious person, but actually you don’t care at all!”, her idea of the difference between daring and cautious people sounded quite black and white to me. It’s true though that I do just go for it when making decisions. For example, after deciding to move house I moved the next week, and the time between me discovering Takarazuka and enrolling at the Music School was very short.  Timing and chance of course had a lot to do with it, but I do think that when it comes down to those life-changing decisions I get this feeling of intuition to just go with my gut, maybe that's when I become daring.

3. How do you spend big money? For the last 3 years, we haven’t been able to do any trips or go out for any meals together as a troupe, so I’d like to hold a big event where the current troupe members and those who have left the troupe from 2020 onwards all go on a gorgeous trip to Hawaii together! There are so many places I want to go explore so maybe it could be a 3-4 day long trip where we can do our own thing, and then we could plan some kind of special event to do all together during our stay! The girls who have only been in Takarazuka for 1 to 3 years and those who have joined the flower troupe from other troupes like Hitoko-chan (Towaki Sea) have not experienced our dinner entertainment tradition yet, and many of the upperclassmen are itching to perform again so, I think we should put on a banquet and have a good time! Other things I’d like to spend big money on would be buying a holiday home for my parents and maybe starting my own business. Maybe something to do with children's education, something that mothers would appreciate….But I need to know how to spend money wisely first, time to study up!

4. Are you lucky? Or unlucky? I think I’m a lucky person, I’m very happy! Every now and again there are moments where I look at my life and think how happy I am that I am able to make art with the people I love. I may not be lucky enough to win in raffles or lotteries (laughs), but I’m overwhelmingly blessed to live a life surrounded by the many things that I love.

5. What is the luckiest moment you’ve experienced in your life? Entering Takarazuka was a big moment for me, both a lucky and a happy moment (laughs). Not only did I get to be a part of something I love but I met so many lovely people and learnt all sorts of things! Takarazuka has taught me so much, not just about the performing arts, but about being a person as well, I think if I hadn’t joined Takarazuka I would be completely different to who I am today.

6. A moment you’ve betted on In the early stages of joining the Takarazuka Music School you have to make the decision of whether to become an otokoyaku or a musumeyaku. But at the time I was still getting used to it all, I was kind of drowning, overwhelmed by everything, and so I completely forgot that I needed to decide…And before I knew it, we were all lined up about to make our decision! Everyone in turn saying “musumeyaku!” or “otokoyaku!” down the line! My height at the time meant that I was on the threshold between musumeyaku and otokoyaku, and so I was worrying and worrying like “Ahh which do I choose?!”. But then I heard the person before me say “Otokoyaku!” and in a spur of the moment decision I went “Yeah!” and said I wanted to be an otokoyaku. I guess you could say that was a bet? I wonder what would have happened if I had chosen to be a musumeyaku instead. I would have had to use completely different muscles, so my shoulders probably wouldn’t have broadened like they have now…Choosing to be an otokoyaku was a big turning point in my life.

7. A moment that was a close shave! The time when I was still a junior in the company and decided to climb Mt.Rokko by myself on my day off. It was a nice day despite it being winter, and so after enjoying the mountain to my heart's content I strolled back to the bus stop, only to discover the buses had already finished for the day! Looking around frantically I realised there was not a single soul to be seen, I was all alone, it was getting cold and windy and the sun was starting to set… After standing around in the cold for about 20 minutes, just as I started to worry for my life, a cyclist came speeding down the road towards me. But he passed by so fast there was nothing I could do to get his attention, but then he came back and gave me a ride to the cable car! I was one step away from ending up being a news story. I hope that man is doing well…

8. Something you want to protect with all your life The number one thing i want to protect is everyone's smiles. Maybe it's unrealistic to ask for, but I don’t want anyone's smiles to be clouded by anything, not those of the troupe, not those of the audience, or anyone I meet. Everyone is working so hard every day, the people who look after the company so that we are able to perform, the people who come to the theatre, the doctors and nurses who continue to fight to save lives, everyone, so their smiles must be protected. We are forced to endure a lot which can make our hearts feel heavy, but it's for that very reason that I want to be able to capture the smiles of the audience with my “Yuzuka Camera Lense”! No matter your birth, upbringing, age, or gender, people from all walks of life come to the theatre, lose themselves in the story being told and laugh and cry together in that shared space. How amazing is that? I’m so grateful to get to have that experience and so I want to continue to protect it.

Part 5: My Treasure

Illustrations from manga artists I have been fortunate enough to get to be a part of several plays based on famous manga, and have been gifted original illustrations from their creators. Yamato Waki who made “Haikara-san: Here Comes Miss Modern”, Hagio Moto who made “The Poe Clan” and Kamio Yoko who made “Hana Yori Dango/Boys Over Flowers” . Even now whenever I look at the pictures they drew for me I have a deep feeling of amazement of just how great their work is.

My beloved dog, Noir He’s so intelligent that it’s like he’s a human trapped inside a dogs body and at any moment he’s going to start talking to me. He is in tune to so many things and keeps at juuuust the right distance from me, all traits that would make me want to marry him if I could, he’s so cute!

Letters I’ve received from flower troupe members There is a custom in Takarazuka where you give “Pre-Raku Cards”* to those who have looked after you during the performance. I’ve kept all the ones I have received so far. It just makes me so happy that in these letters the actresses get to share with me thoughts and feelings that they don’t normally get to say to me. 

*Senshuuraku is japanese theatre speak for the final performance of a show, it is usually shortened to “Raku” by both fans and actors. “Pre-Raku Cards” or “Maeraku Cards” is a short hand for “Mae Senshuuraku cards” or “The night before closing night cards”. Celebratory messages from fans My album full of birthday cards, top star anniversary messages and other milestones is my number one most precious treasure. “No matter how far the distance may be, my heart will be your side…” This is a line from the song “An oath made on the wind” from “Haikara-san: Here Comes Miss Modern”. During the initial period of the pandemic, these words would often come to mind and they became a phrase which is now very close to my heart. The underclassmen who couldn’t perform the show quoted this line in a video they made during the theatre shutdown, it really cheered me up at that time.

Videos and photos from the flower troupe During the last performance cancellations, I was sent many videos of things like funny little updates, and people singing whilst playing the ukulele. Performance cancellations are so hard, but if we hadn’t of had them then these exchanges would never have happened..

Video title: “I will become the wind” Misora Maru Ukulele Version Picture: Flower Troupe Love Picture Caption: “Flower Troupe Love” Will never end!

Behind the Scenes!

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[redheadspark]

Affirmations and Affectiond prompt ❝  come here,  come sit in my lap and tell me about your day.  ❞ with Azriel x Reader? Maybe the Reader thinks Azriel doesn’t want to know abt her day because he has spy duties but he totally does??

A/N: Ahhh The return of my batboy

Just For A Moment

Summary: Your mate was a busy spymaster for Night Court, and the last thing you ever wanted to do was be a bother. But your mate won't allow that at all on his watch.

Warnings: Very small angst but mostly fluff

Your mate was at the very place you left him earlier that day, in his office perched at the desk buried in a massive stack of paperwork.

Azriel was always busy, you knew that when you met and were married. Your mate was the spy for Night Court, he has been for centuries long before you two met. HIs job was stressful, important, and massive to no be lenient on. Yet it was not a big thin in your mind when you two were mated and married, knowing that half of his time would be at the mercy of High Lord Rhysand and what he needed from Azriel.

In fact, the entire Inner Circle worked day and night for him and made sure Velaris was safe and away from any kind of danger. Being the Spy's mate, you were part of the Inner Circle. They all loved you when Azriel introduced you to them the eve of Starfall, Mor and Armen jokingly saying that you would finally get Azriel to settle down. Yet it was Cassian who made the small joke.

"Sorry to say he's married to his job already. You're gonna have to compete with that,"

Since then, you made your place in Azriel's heart and life. You two found your own home, a few blocks away from the Townhouse were most of the Inner Circle meetings were held. You two had a smaller place, more quaint for the pair of you that you made as homey as possible. But Azriel was still knee deep in work, going over borders along Velaris, going to visits in other Courts to keep up appearances, and checking in on the Illryian army that Cassian was training. You bit your tongue, not wanting to sound like a nagging wife. But there were moments as time went on that you felt very alone. He would leave early in the morning and come home late at night when you were fast asleep. There were even times when he was gone for days on end, making you worry about him and think of the worst.

He found you one day out in the garden, sitting in a chair with a book in your hands but you weren't reading it. Your mind was elsewhere, a sure sign that something was wrong in his mind since he knew you love reading in the garden in the afternoon. You didn't know it, but Mor pulled Azriel aside at the House of Wind earlier that day to tell him about what you were feeling. You vented to her a few times, saying it was hard to not see him throughout the day and to barely get any time with him. When More told him, Azriel felt terrible, beyond terrible. He did not realize the loneliness that was strumming at your mating bond, it was dull but growing as the days came and went.

He knelt down in front of you, his wings tucked away to not be seen as he took the book from your hands and cradled your hands in his own scarred palms. You saw his hazel eyes look longingly at you, the pain there on his face as he took in a long breath. "I didn't mean to neglect you," He said to you softly, the worry was laced in his tone and felt in his hands, "I was so wrapped up and busy and....I can feel it in our bond. I left you alone, didn't I?"

You said nothing, but the look you were giving you was enough for him to know the answer. Azriel sighed, sounding like he was in pain as he lowered his head into your lap. It was a sure sign of defeat and surrender in his mind, you've ever seen him do such a thing ever. He was always strong, willing to fight and win. Now to see the Spymaster for Night Court, a killer and defender of Velaris, kneeling in front of you to show his vulnerable side and mercy, it moved you.

You leaned forward, pressing your head into his hair and wrapping your arms around his head as a shield while his hands moved to slip around your waist. You two held each other for some time under the cherry blossom tree, feeling the petals touch you like rain as you felt him promise through the bond to never neglect you again. He kept his promise. Now, you peered into his office and saw him going though paper after paper. You bit your lower lip, wishing to tell him all that you did that day since it was more exciting for you. Sure you had other duties with the Inner Circle, you were helping plan communities and charity auctions around Velaris to raise money for the poor and needy. You loved the charity work, even helping High Lady Feyre with the homeless shelter and the community center.

Yet once again he was buried in work, which was no surprising then there were whispers about Autumn Court and a meeting that as going to be held soon. Azriel has gotten a lot better in leaving work at the doorstep when he came home, he made sure of that for years after your talk in the garden. You could see the change in him too, the color in his cheeks and the restful nights in your arms. He would talk to you late in the night in bed about anything and everything on both of your minds, taking you to dinner on your date nights to get out of the house, and lastly he made sure you two spend Sunday afternoons in the garden under the cherry blossom tree, that very space you two swore you would grow together. "Hey," You heard from the office, you were about to walk away and leave him be. Azriel was looking at you, moving up and away from the desk to walk over to you by the door. You just smiled, seeing him grin widely at you awhile you shook your head.

"You're busy, I'll tell you later.." You trailed off, but he shook his head and took your hands in his own immediately.

"No, I need a break anyways," he said in a grin, pulling you into his office and near his chair. You went willingly, seeing him sit back down but push the chair back a bit to make room, "Come here, come sit in my lap and tell me about your day. I wanna hear everything, even just for a moment,"

You just smiled, looking down very briefly at the slight belly that was showing under your dress. He looked too, resting his hand against the belly and almost melting from the feeling. All for his work that he was putting in was worth it, the hours of him being away for the last few months or so were merely to make room for the time he would spend with you, and with your future child that was growing inside of you. Finally, you slipped into his lap and felt his arms around your waist.

"I...I made the nursery up today," You said softly, his eyes were still on your belly as you went on, "Most of it is finished but I haven't chosen a color for the walls yet. I'm thinking maybe blue like the river near the River House. Oh, and the community shelter is ready for new rooms since we're growing in numbers and....."

You told him all about your day and he waited on bated breath, not loosing his concentration for a moment. It felt sacred in those minutes with him, nothing to distract him or keep him away from you. There was something about that day under the cherry blossoms that made everything change, made your marriage change. All that you both knew was that you were going to make it work. Not just for the sake of your unborn baby, but for your lives together.

The End.

[tarrenterror25]

Alright, I have to go with the blorbo, so:

Alfred Pennyworth & Medieval/Fantasy & "Close your eyes for me."

Ok love you bye!

Ahhh!! Thank you for this request!! I was super inspired by the song The Willow Maid by Erutan, but this has a much nicer tone to it than the song 💕

I'm guilty, this one is a bit more than 500 words but writing in a medieval style, I find I get real wordy! Also I got carried away hehehe

I hope you like it, lovely!!

100 follower celebration

Alfred Pennyworth x Reader

Alfred Pennyworth + Medieval/Fantasy + "Close your eyes for me."

TW: Blood

In the grove, all is quiet save for the sound of the babbling brook and the creatures of the forest chirping, croaking, and singing. Pollen flecks, dance in the air as pixies with iridescent wings flutter by. Here is untouched by man, a land between borders where moss can grow undisturbed and the fae can roam freely in all their majesty.

Here is where you make your home, in the branches of a willow tree.

You lounge in the branches, a myriad of flora and fauna keeping you modest, weaving together flowers in a circle.

Suddenly, a rustling in the brush below.

You retreat further into the branches of your tree.

A knight stumbles into the grove, his hand clutched to his side where blood seeps from the crevices of his armor.

You have seen many a knight, many a hunter, and many a poacher attempt to wander these lands, but none have come this far. Or so close. And none have looked so...handsome.

The man slumps against a boulder and slides down to sit. He removes his helmet and his face is distinguished. He's much older than the other knights you have seen come through here; silver streaks color his once dark hair and beard and his eyes, a piercing blue even from afar.

You dare to poke your head up more as he steadies his breathing. His eyes lock onto yours peeking out from your tree.

"Hey!" he shouts as he brandishes a dagger with a wince. "Show yourself!"

After moments of silence, you emerge from your tree, climbing down carefully to reveal yourself. His eyes widen as they take all of you in, he is entranced. It's not hard to tell that you are not of his world or people he knows. Quickly, he puts away the dagger. "Sorry, I didn't mean to..." he says trying not to startle you.

"You're hurt," you say softly.

"Y-Yes, I am," he replies with a groan.

You're not supposed to talk to anyone who is not fae, but something about him, this man, feels different.

"I can help you," you say chancing a few steps closer.

"I would greatly appreciate it, fair creature," he says.

Slowly you approach him and kneel by his side. You help him remove his armor, taking note of the bat sigil emblazoned on his breast plate. He tries to stifle his groans of pain. Finally, the breastplate and chain mail are off leaving him in a bloodied tunic. He watches your hands lift his tunic and touch his wound, a soft green magical aura surrounds your hands as your fingers brush across the tear in his flesh until it is as it once was.

"Thank you," he breathes as he looks up at you. "I'm Ser Pennyworth. Might I have your name, fair creature? I'd like to tell the one I serve the name of my healer."

You give a soft coy smile. "It is nothing you can pronounce in your tongue," you say.

The two of you now stand in front of each other, his armor back on, his helmet under his arm. His other gauntlet clad hand holds your chin softly. "I want to see you again, fair creature," he says. "Please, grant me that."

You smile. "Close your eyes for me," you say.

He does and you place the loop of flowers around his neck. He opens his eyes, a hand coming up to touch the flowers with a smile.

"I have a feeling that our paths will cross again, Ser Pennyworth."

[demonichikikomori]

Ahhh, that bath really warmed me up.

I feel much cleaner than before! What a fun and short event! Feels like yesterday I made this event post! It’s just a shame it didn’t last very long. Now, let’s take a peek at who we shared our bath with! But first…

Thank you again everyone for this wonderful milestone. This could not have been done without all of you. And I adore everyone of you with my full being. I am grateful that you have chosen to watch me grow and help me do-so. There are not enough words to truly express how thankful I am to everyone who helped me reach this goal.

The Devil ADORES You. From the bottom of my soul. And until the day I am laid in my coffin.

Now. Enough of all that mushy stuff! That’s not what you’re here for!

First, Our Runner Up’s!

5th - Rook Hunt: 12 out of 32

This whole concept came into existence when I was entering a Rook Hunt content kick but I was too much of a baby to try and write for him. Writing him correctly is intimidating since I feel like he’s actually way more complex than I think. Scary French… This one was going to be him coming home after rolling around in the dirt. He’s all fucked up since he’s been gone for weeks… Lots of intimate body worship as you rinse your husband down. I planned to give him long wild hair again and Rook likes when you brush it for him. He’s… He’s a man fasho.

4th - Ruggie Bucchi + Divus Crewel (Tied): 13 out of 32

Them being tied made me laugh because Ruggie’s bath was a cauldron he conjured up and Divus teaches Potionology. (Insert snort laugh) But for Ruggie’s he was going to get like… Have you ever seen people take a bath in a hot barrel? Like that. All snug together outside at night in a cauldron with him. Cause he’s still very lean and not super tall so you two would be like puzzle pieces! And for Crewel… His was basically going to be very intimate bathing after he returned home from a car show. Except I had a joke planned that would ruin the moment… But we’ll adventure that way someday later!

3rd - Jamil Viper: 18 out of 32

Jmeal… He strikes again! For a while he and Floyd were tied for first place. But the votes naturally changed over time. Jamil's I wasn't actually too solid plan wise on a setting, not entirely. But it would follow the pattern of Jamil saying 'I'm fine' to everything and eventually you would coax him into a relaxing bath. I wanted a scene where you would wash his hair for him... Seriously his hair is in such amazing conditions vs the ten pound bags under his eyes and the visible strain on his muscles that you see. He's lowkey a mess of a man but never mention it.

2nd- Rollo Flamme: 21 out of 32

So… This was a huge shock to see ROLLO was getting so many votes. For a while he was actually tied in with Idia for first place. Don’t get me wrong… Bathing with the Catholic Scarecrow would be very entertaining. I had this piece planned out where he tied up his bangs… With like a little ribbon and didn’t understand why you were laughing at him before you got in the bath. His… I didn’t plan on writing the two of you as married for Rollo. Instead it was that you were dating and he was afraid of ruining things by moving too fast. But bathing, before marriage? So taboo… But he tells you it’s not. At least according to his Bible. And he’s read that bitch from front to back.

Now that we got the runner ups done, really quick I want to say thank you again. It's always so fun doing these events with you all and I hope that we can all keep growing together. And I have lots of fun stuff planned at 600 and 666. So make sure you hold onto your hats!

The Winner of the Event:

Let’s Take a Bath! is…

Idia Shroud with 26 out of 32 Votes!

Now, if I would’ve let this vote go on at the 50 -> 500 goal… This would’ve lasted way longer and would’ve taken so long to count. But also I didn’t expect it to be this short either. So thank you for supporting me! Idia Shroud is our winner, and he will be sharing space in a tub with you. Please remember he’s very tall and mostly leg… I was amazed by how many people picked him. Idia?????? Idia Shroud????????????? I didn't know he was that popular among the audience. Oh! Which also reminds me of the second half of the vote!

Out of 32 votes, the bath you share with Idia Shroud will be:

A Surprise!

So, if you picked up on what was being insinuated about the bath encounter, sudsy and messy was = Smut and the sparkling and clean = Fluff ! I won't be telling you which one had the most or the least, you'll just have to see! I'm very happy to be writing something like this for our milestone. Thank you again everyone who participated!

THE DEVIL LOVES YOU!

But you knew that already. <3

[sunlight-moonrise]

Patience is a Virtue (Ralvez x Reader Imagine)

Summary: It’s all fun and games until Luke shows up, and he doesn’t like when his lovers mess around without him. 

A/N: Hey heyyyy. We have here a PolyAm Ralvez x Reader fic. This is my first time writing a threesome and it was a lot harder than I thought. Once again, a big thank you to @imagining-in-the-margins​ for making this story nice and neat for everyone. This is my NSFW story dedicated to the lovely @httpnxtt​ Enjoy!

Category: Smut

Content Warnings: M/F/M Threesome, Oral Sex (Male & Female Receiving), Fingering, Penetrative Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Edging/Orgasm Denial, Spitting/Spit Swallowing, Degradation/Praise, Slight Marking

Word Count: 3.2K

Masterlist

Tick. Tick. Tick.

I stared at the grandfather clock by the wall, watching the larger hand tick as each second passed by at a slow and tortuous pace. I absolutely hated waiting. I wouldn’t consider myself to be an impatient person, I just didn’t appreciate my time being wasted. There are a bunch of things that I could be doing right now, such as making out with my boyfriend, but I had to wait. Why? 

“Please stop tapping your foot,” Spencer said, “you’re making me nervous.”

Because our boyfriend said so. 

Luke was back at Quantico, doing god knows what, while Spencer and I were instructed to wait for his return. This was not unusual, Luke regularly asked us to wait for him. He didn’t want to miss out on the fun. His excuse was that Spencer and I spent more than enough time without him already, since the both of us were in a relationship before he met us. However, it has been hours already, and I was terribly, utterly horny. 

Tick. Tick. Tick. 

I groaned loudly as I shifted my body towards my boyfriend. He glanced at me shortly before returning his attention back to whatever was on TV. 

“Spencerrrr,” I whined, my hands making their way towards his legs. He gently caught them with one of his, placing them back on me. 

“No, you know what would happen if we try anything.” 

A shiver went down my spine as a flash of a memory resurfaced. Luke had us both on our knees, making us take turns sucking him off. His pleasure was the only priority for that evening. Of course, he made it up to us the following morning with breakfast in bed and an orgasm each. 

That was a fun time, but the memory only made me crave Spencer even more right now. 

“Please baby, I want you so badly. I promise I’ll make it worthwhile.” My hands slowly glided back to his pants and this time he didn’t push them away. 

“We shoul-” a groan cut him off as I slightly squeezed his growing erection. 

“How would he find out?” I moved my body closer to his, pressing my chest against his arm. “I’m so wet for you Spencer, please.”

“I-I don’t know. Luke would be really upset if he finds out.”

“Just one kiss. Or two. That’s all, I promise.” 

I moved to sit on his lap, making sure his hard erection was against my clothed center. I pressed my lips against his throat, enjoying the sound of the small gasp he released from his mouth. 

“I won’t tell him if you don’t.”

I continued to press small kisses against the column of his throat as I slowly grinded my hips against his. Spencer placed his hands on my waist, his grip still shy and hesitant. I had him almost where I wanted him, I just needed to push a little bit more. 

“And what do we have here,” a low voice stated from behind me. I felt Spencer tense underneath me as we both locked our eyes on our boyfriend. Luke was leaning his weight against the wall, his face void of any emotions. But Spencer and I knew better. 

“Hey there babe, we were just uhhhh warming up for you. Right, Spence?” I turned my attention back to Spencer, hoping he will help soothe the predicament we caught ourselves in. However, he stayed silent, his head facing downward in a state of guilt. 

“I could’ve sworn I said no touching until I got back. Or was I mistaken?” 

“Well, you see, what had happened wa—” My attempt to swindle our way out of any punishment was cut off. 

“I don’t want to hear it. The both of you go to the bedroom. Now.” 

Spencer stood up, with me practically having to jump off him to avoid falling on the floor. If I had to bet, I’d say he was more excited than scared. He would never admit it, but we all know he loved Luke’s punishments. I was just the more vocal one between the two of us. 

I followed after Spencer, going through the usual protocol. Luke likes us to be stripped down to our underwear. We sat on the bed, a good amount of distance between us so that Luke wouldn’t try to add another penalty to whatever he was going to give us. 

We waited a few minutes before the door opened with a creak. Thank the mighty above that he decided not to make us wait for many more hours. 

I kept my eyes downwards, waiting for further instruction. I heard Luke make his way towards Spencer before a sharp gasp was heard. The lewd sounds of sucking and moaning almost made me turn my head. Luke knows I love watching them together, but I can’t lift my head without permission. I did my best to keep my eyes on my lap as I heard them make out with one another. 

I don’t know how long I waited, it could have been a few minutes or a few hours, before I heard them finally pull apart. Between the deep intakes of breath from the both of them, I assume it was a lengthy amount of time. 

“I am proud of you for at least following this one rule cariña,” Luke panted, his words coming out a bit husky as he still tried to catch his breath, “Look at me.”

With greedy eyes, I looked at his face and took him all in. His lips were red and puffy, the leftover saliva keeping them moist. His hair was wild, as if a certain genius ran his hands through it. His chest moved up and down, eventually dwindling to an even pace. 

He came closer to me, tucking two of his thick fingers under my chin to lift my head up so that I can focus solely on his lustful dark brown eyes. “Spencer,” he called, eyes still on mine, “come here.” 

Within milliseconds, Spencer stood up next to Luke, awaiting further instruction. He was always more of a doer than a talker when in this role. Luke grabbed his hands as they took a few steps away from me. “Let’s give our darling girl a little show. Take my clothes off me.” 

With greedy and excited hands, Spencer removed Luke’s button-down and undershirt. His fingers traced the soft skin of Luke’s chest as he made his way toward the pants.  He took his time taking off Luke’s jeans and socks, enjoying the few moments at being on his knees in front of our man. 

Lucky son of a bitch. 

When Luke was finally in his boxers, he told Spencer to take a seat on the bed again before coming back to me. He grabbed my waist, forcing me to stand and pulling me against his body. He was so cool, which help to calm my overheated skin. 

“What should I do with you, cariña, hmmm?” 

I kept my mouth shut. I didn’t want to give him any ideas. He rubbed small circles on my hips as he contemplated what to do with me. He hummed a small tune while his eyes displayed a playful mischief.  

“Ahhh, I have an idea. Babe, lie down on your back for me. You deserve a treat,” he told Spencer while he removed my underwear. 

As soon as he released me, I went straight to Spencer. I knew what Luke wanted us to do without him outright saying it. I straddled Spencer’s waist and shimmied up to his face until my core was level to his mouth. 

“The other way,” Luke called out, “I want to see you.” I hastily switched position, almost falling to my side. If it wasn’t for Spencer’s hands on my thighs, I would have had a face full of blankets right now.

“Go on.”

And with that, Spencer started using his mouth on me. I gasped as he slowly left soft kisses before moving his tongue from slit to clit in a tantalizing motion. I was already wet from earlier, but I was practically a puddle now. If there was one thing that Spencer was amazing at, it was eating a girl out. Or well, giving oral in general. He is a giver and knows how to work that amazing mouth in multiple ways. 

I cried out when he closed his mouth over my clit and started to gently suck. He groaned when I pressed my hands down on his chest, the vibration causing my body to shudder. His hands on my thighs kept my trembling body as steady as possible. This is going to be over quickly if he continued on like this. I picked my head up to look at Luke, watching as he took in the scene in front of him.

“Give her a little more Spencer.” 

A thick, long digit slowly replaced the tongue that was inside me. Similar to his mouth, Spencer was talented with his hands. Those dexterous fingers were a gift, and I was a happy recipient. His mouth returned to my clit, his tongue flicking against it as he curled his finger in a come hither motion. I let out a whispered curse as my eyes closed. 

“Put another finger in her, Spencer.” 

Spencer did as he was told, sliding a second digit inside of me. My high pitch moans were in harmony with the boys’ heavy breathing. I tried to stay still, but couldn’t help but grind slowly against Spencer’s face. I focused my attention back at Luke, only to see him softly fisting himself behind his boxers. Damn, I want nothing more than to have a closer look at him.

As if he read my mind, Luke came closer, his fist still pumping his thick cock. My mouth salivated in an instant, craving the feel of salty skin gliding against my tongue. I stuck my tongue out, hoping he would be nice and give me what I wanted. 

For a moment, I thought he would do just that as he released his dick, removed his boxers, and climbed on the bed, straddling Spencer’s lower waist. Instead, he grabbed my hair harshly, forcing me to look up at him. With my mouth still opened wide for him, Luke looked directly into my eyes as he spit in my mouth. Without prompt, I swallowed greedily, showcasing my tongue for him again.

“You’re such a dirty little bitch, cariña,” Luke laughed. The sweet pet name combined with the degrading title had me whimpering for more attention. I wanted more. I needed more. I moved my head, just enough to capture Luke’s lips with my own. Luke quickly pulled away to glare at me while I wore a coy smile on my face. 

“You greedy little girl,” was all he said as he delved back down. His lips were always soft, which contrasted with the way he would roughly kiss me. His stubble rubbed harshly against my face, his tongue sliding greedily against my own. His hands still fisted in my hair held me in place as he controlled our intense kiss. 

The feeling of two tongues inside of me had me rising closer and closer to my climax. My legs started to shake as a shiver went through my spine. I focused on the pleasure they were giving me. I moaned loudly into Luke’s mouth while Spencer continued the even pace of his fingers and tongue. I was so close to my release and just when I was about to let go, Luke pulled away from me and said the worst two words a person could hear at a moment like this. 

“Spencer, stop.” 

Spencer instantly paused his movements, my orgasm waning along with it. I glared at Luke, telepathically telling him how much I hated him at that moment. 

You fucking smug haughty beautiful bastard. 

“Fix that face before I change my mind about potentially rewarding you,” Luke stressed out.

I immediately pouted at his words, casting my eyes down so that he didn’t see the anger that still lingered within them. 

“Cariña, move down. Spencer, stay just like that,” he said, his voice carrying a softer tone as he moved down a bit to make room for me. 

Just like before, I shimmied my body down until I was at Spencer’s waist. With Luke’s help, Spencer’s boxers were tossed somewhere across the room and I was hovering over his length. Spencer and I both gasped once he entered me. I slowly moved my hips down until he was bottomed out inside of me. Luke placed his hands on my waist as he moved me up and down, controlling the pace. 

Spencer’s fists were clutching the sheets beneath him as he tried his best not to buck his hips. We were both trying to be good to avoid further punishment. It was bad enough that we’d barely seen each other’s faces this whole time. Luke knew I was a sucker for Spencer’s orgasm face. 

Luke pressed a kiss on my forehead and dipped his head to leave bites and kisses on my throat. I could feel my body heat up the more his plush lips pressed against me. He released my waist, silently telling me to go on as he continued his descent, nibbling and marking the skin on my chest and stomach. 

I nearly screamed once I felt his lips and tongue on my sensitive clit. From the way Spencer’s hips staggered and moans increased in volume, it is safe to assume that Luke was avidly lapping the both of us. The sound of deep whines, heavy moans, and high squeals occupied the bedroom. The coil in my belly was getting tighter and tighter, a telltale sign that I was once again rising close to the edge. I just needed a few more thrusts, a bit more pressure. 

I barely noticed when Luke pulled away, but I did register the deep timbre of his voice saying, “Stop.”

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, not again. Spencer’s hips stuttered, but didn’t fully stop until Luke smacked and harshly gripped his thigh. 

“Luke, please,” Spencer begged, as if he was a wounded animal. I also shared my displeasure at being stopped for the second time in a matter of minutes. All Luke did was chuckle at us, amused by our antics.

“Good things come to those who wait,” was all he said as he stood up. 

He instructed Spencer to sit up and lean his back against the headboard while I go on all fours facing him. We quickly followed suit, hoping to finally get some kind of release. 

“Good, now cariña, I want you to be nice and let Spencer use your mouth.” 

He didn’t have to say more. I happily open my mouth to allow him entry. The mixed taste of the both of us further invigorated me to take him deeper in my mouth. 

“You can touch.” I heard Luke say to which Spencer eagerly accepted. He held strands of my hair in his large hands, but did nothing else. I glance up to see his face scrunched up in pleasure, mouth open while his head leaned back on the headboards. I loved looking at him like that, it was arousing and encouraging. I moved my head up, leaving just the tip in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around him and sucked a bit harder, relishing the way he tightened his grip on my hair. 

I felt the bed dip as Luke got on it again. I knew he was behind me, feeling the heat he emitted on my skin. He rubbed two fingers against my already slippery folds, spreading the slick everywhere. I heard him sigh before once again placing his hands on my hips, the blunt head of his cock thumped against my clit. I raised my hips higher, presenting myself as an offering for his pleasure. 

Luke entered me slowly, lazily, taking his time so that I could feel every inch of him inside me. I moaned and gurgled around the cock still in my mouth. Spencer’s hands yanked me off him as he took deep breaths. His eyes kept darting between Luke and me, pleading for someone to allow him to do something. 

“Go ahead babe, you’ve been so good for me,” Luke praised. 

Spencer looked at my face, silently asking permission. I nodded my head, opening my mouth again for him. Still being the soft sweet boy for the night, he gently entered my mouth, lightly moving my head up and down. 

Luke started quickening his pace, smacking his hips against mine. His balls would slap my clit the harder he thrust in me. The contrast between the rough and hard from behind with the soft and gentle from the front had my mind spiraling. 

“You like this don’t you,” Luke growled out, hunching his form so that his chest was pressed against my back, his words being hissed at my ear. “You like being filled up at both ends.”

All I could do was moan as they both used me. I maneuvered one hand to massage Spencer’s balls, sucking harder with every up stroke. The extra stimulation was just enough for him to cry out and release himself. He came like a freight train, heavy and fast and all too much all at once. I couldn’t hold it all in my mouth and Spencer slipped out of me with the leftover fluid landing on his lower stomach. 

“It’s your turn now cariña,” Luke moaned. He hitched one of my legs up and the new angle had me seeing stars. I couldn’t hold in the cries and shrieks no matter how much I wanted to. I was wailing as I finally, finally, was given release. My arms were too weak to hold me up so I had my face pressed down on the sheets beneath me. 

Luke continued to pound harder and faster inside of me, chasing after his own release. His grip on my hips got harder, his nails digging into my skin, as his pace stuttered to an uneven pace. A few more thrusts and he had my hips pressed against his as I felt him spasm inside of me while I continued to contract around him. 

We stayed like that for a few minutes before he pulled out and went to the bathroom. I was still trying to catch my breath while Spencer was in a nearly comatose state. Luke returned with wipes in his hand as he cleaned the both of us from the sticky mess we made. He led me to the bathroom to relieve myself while giving Spencer some water. He also helped us put our pajamas on. Soon we were all cuddled up in bed, holding on to each other with happy, sleepy smiles gracing our faces. 

“I love you guys,” I said, snuggling impossibly closer to them. Spencer giggled at my antics, his long limps wrapped around the both of us before drowsily mumbling he loves us too. We waited, peeking one eye open to see if Luke would say it back.

“I love you guys too, even if you’re both a couple of brats.” 

We laughed with him, because we all know that he loved our bratty sides the most. I drifted to sleep, in the comfortable embrace of the men I love most in the world.

[whereisten]

The Interview

A Doyoung fic that’s part of our Halloween Series!

Summary: you’re a journalist that just booked her biggest gig, an interview with Doyoung, a vampire notorious for a series of murders in your city.

Pairing: Vampire!Doyoung x female reader

Other characters: Best friend!Johnny

Genre: horror, angst, smut, violence

Word count: 8.7 K

Warnings: blood mention, descriptions of murder and violence, cursing, smut! (Threesome (MMF), breast fondling, fingering, male masturbation, oral sex, penetration, slight overstimulation, c*eampie.), mentions of chains and knives.

A/N: I am sorry for taking so long to post this, but I hope you enjoy!! I didn’t proofread (shocker) so there may be some errors but I will fix them later. THANK YOU GUYS AGAIN FOR THE SUPPORT FOR OUR HALLOWEEN SERIES AHHHH!! It’s been so much fund and I hope you guys enjoy the last few fics we have coming up!!

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You entered the house and walked hesitantly inside, looking around to observe all of the meticulous paintings and art. The mansion was dark and gloomy, it sent a chill through your body to imagine all of the horrors and secrets it held within it. So much murder, so much blood and death. And yet, it was kept in pristine condition by a loyal maid. Not a speck of dust in sight, and no stench to even indicate a single crime having been committed.

You sat down in his office on a cushioned loveseat before you  placed your recorder on the coffee table in between your seat and his.

You heard the jingles of his handcuffs and the many footsteps of police entering a few minutes after.

He sat down across from you as you cleared your throat. You noticed his irritated and burgundy red wrists being burned by the handcuffs around them made of pure silver.

He was stunning, like a painting himself. His skin looked like it was made of the most expensive marble, his eyes looked playful, but held a dark glint about them that you couldn’t shake. His arms were in front of him as his hands were held together by the handcuffs, you couldn’t ignore the obvious presence of his biceps as they strained against the thin material of his long sleeved prison uniform. His veins also bulged from his wrists all the way to his neck.

The devastatingly handsome man looked...hungry.

His tongue darts out over his bottom lip as he watches you observe his features.

“Oh, a pretty one for once, thank God.” He smirks.

You look at him sternly and press record on the mechanism in between you two.

“Good afternoon, Doyoung, my name is y/n. Today, I’ll be asking you a few questions about the crimes you’ve committed, but first, I would like for you to confirm your identity.”

You hold your iPad in your arm and start to type a description of his features and what he is wearing.

Doyoung laughs.

You stop writing and look up at him.

“What’s the matter?”

“I’m chained up in my own house, and not in the sexual way for once…”

You look back to your iPad.

“Unless..you’d like to change that..” he says with a low tone that makes your body shiver.

“Doyoung..you’ve just been sentenced to a lifetime in prison for the brutal murders of 36 people. I’d appreciate it if you’d just answer a few questions so we can both go about our day.”

“Oh dear, I won’t tell you anything unless you get these barbaric things off of me, and get these useless men out of here.” He tilts his head towards the police officers behind his seat.

You shake your head. “No can do Doyoung, you’re a danger man, if they leave I’m done for.”

He chuckles lowly. “Don’t you trust me, sweetheart? My maid is no longer here, she testified against me and fled the country, so obviously I have no intention of ruining my place with anyone’s blood while she’s gone.” A smile crosses his face and it makes you uneasy.

You shouldn’t have done what you did next, but for the sake of writing a damn good article for Neo chronicles, you knew you had to. This trip would’ve been a waste of time and effort. It took you months to convince your boss to get you an interview with Doyoung, the notorious vampire that was just found guilty of capital murder.

He could tear you to shreds in moments with his hands and teeth, but something told you to ask that he be free..just for a few minutes.

He leans forward and keeps your eyes in his gaze. “You want them to release these cuffs, don’t you?”

You swallow hard then look up at the head police officer.

“He won’t cooperate unless you leave and take the handcuffs with you, please…” you beg, but the officer immediately shakes his head.

“Under strict orders from the judge, we cannot do that. It’s a miracle that we were even allowed to bring him back here.”

The tall man says without budging.

Doyoung turns to look at him. “Officer...these cuffs really hurt..it’ll only be for a few minutes..please.”

The officer furrows his eyebrows.

“Officer..I promise it’ll only take 15 minutes.” You continue.

“Fine...we’ll be right outside the door.”

You’re surprised to see that the officer agrees. He takes his key and opens up the cuffs. He then places them beside you on your chair.

“Slap these on the son of a bitch if he tries anything.”

You nod. A part of you felt so uneasy now that you were alone with him, but you had to make the most of it and get some information out of him while you could. No one could do what you were about to do, for Doyoung would be put away for life in a few days.

The door clicks and the room falls silent.

Doyoung turns to you and already starts to heal his wrists. “Well, then...should we get started?”

“Where are you from?” You ask.

He raises an eyebrow and throws an arm over the head of his seat.

“I’m from this city, dear.. I was just raised in a very different one...a few hundred years ago, without the cars, without the noise..”

“You’re the first of your kind that society has come across. Are there any more like you?”

He chuckles then looks at you and tilts his head. “There’s no one like me..”

You lick your lips quickly and lean forward. “Are there any more vampires, Doyoung?”

“Of course there are, some lurk in the shadows, some live boldly as the very doctors that take care of you. No one from my bloodline is alive however.” His gaze shifts downward as if he’s reminiscing.

“How do the vampires survive without being caught?”

He looks back up at you. “We just feed on animals to get by.”

Your heart began to race, you were finally getting information that no one else knew about, for Doyoung never spoke a word to investigators looking for answers about vampires.

“So why did you feed on humans and kill them instead of changing them?”

“For survival, sweetheart. I’m a man with very expensive taste..I’ve been killing humans for years, but I got lazy and decided to not run from city to city..I’d take out anyone that was evil or treated others like shit..some of my victims deserved it, but I’m sure you already knew that.”

You looked to the side. You did notice that he mainly killed other murderers or robbers.

“Furthermore, humans have polluted the earth so badly, the taste of animals that feed off of diseased grass is just disgusting. I couldn’t take it anymore.” His face winces.

“And human blood..is it good?”

Doyoung smirks. “Oh, my love, you have no idea. It’s sweet and savory, there’s nothing like it..and if I may say, it’s even better when the subject surrenders willingly.”

“Did your subjects surrender willingly?”

He looks up and tries to think. He taps his chin. “No..I don’t think any of those bastards surrendered, they were quick fixes to my thirst. There was one woman though..Hmm what was her name?...Was it Diamond or Daisy?”

You closed your eyes as you listened to him struggle to remember the names of his victim.

“Darlene..her real name was Darlene, but she went by Tiffany at the strip club she worked at.”

“Ahhh! Yes! Darlene..she was sweet, magnificent. I remember taking her in the back of my car, she was ecstatic. She felt amazing around me, so warm. Her body shook as I stretched her out and played with her beautiful womanhood..such a shame.. she was so willing.”

You swallowed hard as tears filled your eyes. Doyoung was making light of a dark situation that ended in the murder of a young woman just trying to live her life.

He leans forward to get your attention. “First..I tasted her lips, then I placed my tongue around her hard nubs. I traced my tongue down her abdomen and all the way...down, before letting it rest on her folds. I licked up her essence and listened to her moan and breathe heavily. I can still hear the rush of her blood in her veins. I can still taste her trembling core on the tip of my tongue, and feel her velvety walls around my fingers.”

You cross your legs as his voice lowers more and more with each sentence.

His dark eyes hold onto yours as his smile grows. He can smell the pool building in your underwear.

“In and out, I moved in and out, circling around her bud before she came hard all over my mouth. But I licked it up and kissed her thigh as she begged for more. She tasted delicious and brain became flooded with thoughts of just how wonderful her blood would taste too. So I wrapped her legs around my waist and pushed into her, sliding in between her delicious and wet folds and hitting her sweet spot over and over.”

“Doyoung..” you turn away and gulp, but he grabs your chin within a split second of standing up in front of you.

He tilts your head upwards and gazes down at your lips.

“I placed two fingers into her mouth...just like this.” 

On instinct, your mouth falls open, allowing him to place two fingers onto your tongue. Your mind went crazy, half of it screaming for you to look away from the dangerous man, the other half saying “yes, God, yes.”

You sat with your mouth agape, waiting for him to continue.

“If only you could taste her...nonetheless, when she came again, her eyes rolled in the back of her head and the veins of her neck stuck out to me, begging to be punctured into. I sucked her dry even as she clenched around me from the overwhelming pleasure.”

He withdrew his fingers, licking them as his eyes held onto yours.

“Your lips must be delicious too.”

You snapped yourself out of your daze and shook your head.

“Doyoung, what the hell?”

He sits back into his chair. “Any more questions, love?”

You clear your throat again and look at your iPad.

“Uhh..what are your abilities?”

He smirks. “Well, I’m sure you can imagine one of them. But in addition to that, we are fast, strong, powerful beings. Some can read minds, some can hypnotize..we are what humans aim to be, perfect beings.”

Your face grows into one of disgust. “With the exception of having the burning need to murder, right?”

He chuckles once more and rolls his eyes. “Humans kill all the time, what makes us so different if we do it for survival? Murders are done out of rage against those that are simply different in terms of religion, ethnicity, or sexual orientation all the time, why aren’t you interviewing those bastards?”

You hesitate.

He leans towards you and crosses his arms.

“What if you could make this world a better place by getting rid of those that commit crimes against the helpless? I can see that you’re one that believes in justice.. you can be like me, but use your abilities for good..”

You shake your head. “Absolutely not, you’re a monster. Just because you killed for survival does not negate the fact that you still took many lives.”

He leans back and nods. “Oh, pity then. I thought I’d have a partner for my getaway. I would’ve loved to keep such a pretty face by my side..”

Your eyes widen, you lean back and reach for the handcuffs..but they’re not there.

He jumps up from his seat.

You stand up as well. “What are you doing?”

But within seconds, your arms are behind your back and locked in the handcuffs that he stole from beside you.

“Doyoung!”

He pushes your body so that it lays back down on the love seat. You stare in horror as he crawls over you while looking up your scared face through his lashes.

He licks his lips.

“Thank you for giving me this chance to get away..”

“Help!!” You call out and soon the police break through the double doors.

Doyoung flicks his head towards them and holds out his hand. “Halt!”

He yells and they stop in their tracks.

You cry out. “Doyoung!!” But he’s already dug into each and every one’s necks and ripped into their throats.

Blood platters across the room and the bodies fall down dead almost unanimously as Doyoung moves incredibly fast. He appears as a blur one moment and the next moment, he is over you again, but this time with the lower half of his face covered in crimson liquid and his eyes intense.

He licks your collarbone, slowly trailing his tongue up your neck then to your chin. You tremble and cry as your heart races.

“Mmmmm...sweetheart, I’d take you right here, but you’ll taste so much better when you give in to me completely, I’ll see you soon.”

He disappears, you only hear the breaking of a window behind you.

You close your eyes tightly and sob.

The police officers that were outside in their cars immediately run into the house when they see that Doyoung has flown away.

They open your handcuffs and console you as you turn away from all of the dead bodies on the floor.

When things finally settled, you noticed that Doyoung had taken your recorder, leaving you without proof that this interview even happened.

———

[3 Months Later]

A national manhunt for Doyoung had been going on for months, no one saw the man or..creature. The good part about his absence was that there were no more killings. You tried your best to explain what happened that day, but you couldn’t. Everything felt blurry, all you could feel was this longing to be with him again. He had you under his grasp in just a few minutes, but that partially wasn’t your fault. You were hypnotized, just as the police officer taking him out of handcuffs was.

But you couldn’t help but feel guilty when you thought about the lives lost that day, the families that weren’t with their loved ones anymore because of your weakness. You swore it would never happen again.

You were released from your job at the Neo Chronicles, your boss was embarrassed and dealt with the harshest treatment from not only the legal system, but from the media as well. No one understood how such a huge mistake could be made. They had him and were ready to punish him for his crimes, but in just a few minutes, they lost him, the only vampire known to man.

You worked from home now, uploading conspiracy theories to your own website where people could submit photos, videos or written accounts of their experiences with the supernatural. They could do this anonymously if they wished. You wrote about Doyoung and the vampire community, you even went out at night at farms or in the woods to try to catch vampires in the act of taking blood from them, but you had no luck.

You would set your life to finding Doyoung, you’d make him pay for what he did to you. Even if you were intrigued by him, you’d make him suffer. However, you couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t kill you as well.

———

[One Month Later]

You were about to do some research on cult practices that involved sacrifices, when you heard a knock at your door. You jumped up in your chair at your desk and turned to the door.

You swallowed hard. Had you done too much digging? Was someone tracking you? Were you being watched all this time?

Maybe you shouldn’t have visited the dark web.

You stand up slowly and walk to the door. You hear another knock.

You grab a tennis racket you placed by your door after playing tennis earlier that day. You then look through the peephole and see him.

Your heart started to race. Should you call the authorities? Should you scream for help? No. They would just be too slow, they’d be gone by the time a shriek escaped your throat.

You quickly opened it and held up your racket.

“Ah!!!” You yelled as you swung it, but he grabbed it with one hand and broke in two effortlessly.

Your eyes widened as he stood there with one corner of his mouth tilted upwards. His eyes sparkled in the darkness.

Your jaw fell open while the rackets ripped to your doorstep in two separate pieces.

“Invite me in...I have the recorder.” He demands through a husky tone.

You breathe heavily. “I-I..”

“May I come in...sweetheart?” He pouts.

You sigh and nod. “Yes.”

You didn’t want to but he had the evidence that you needed. Maybe you could just take it from him and he’d leave. With that piece of evidence, you could get your job back or make money online with your testimony.

Doyoung speeds past you and sits at your desk.

“Ooooo..satanic cults...interesting!” He searches through your computer.

“Hey!” You lock your door and walk towards him.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“How have you been doing, my love? Have you been well? Probably not...seeing that you’re stuck at home now, researching this nonsense.” He ignores your question and stands up from the desk.

You walk after him into the dining room.

“Answer me! Why are you here?”

“Have you thought about my proposal? You’ve had a lot of time..”

“Why didn’t you turn yourself in?!” You grab a knife from your kitchen counter and hold it behind your back.

He takes a look at your 4 day old pizza on your stove top and gags. “You and I both know I wouldn’t dare out well in prison.”

“So why the hell are you here?!” You say a little louder.

He turns to you suddenly and flips you around. In just a few seconds, he pins you against the wall with your cheek pressed against it and your hands behind your back.

You grunt as he presses in your back with your elbow.

“Did you know that you’ve been on my mind every night since that day?” He forces the knife out of your hand and trails the tip down the side of your face. 

You wince as you anticipate it breaking your skin, but he only drags it down your neck delicately and watches goosebumps decorate your skin.

He flips you back around so you face him now, he looks down at your chest and breathes heavily over it. He still holds both of your wrists in his hand, clenching his fist around them tightly as you squeal.

“The way you smell, the way you feel, the way you taste...it’s all haunted me..I want you so badly..”

You blink rapidly. “If you want to kill me, why don’t you just do it already.”

Doyoung chuckles and hangs his head low.

“I’m here to ask you again...join me..live as I live and give up this boring life..” he licks long your neck as you struggle in his grasp.

You shake your head.

“No..I don’t want you..I don’t want to be a monster like you.”

He laughs as he smirks while watching your lips. His closeness to you makes you dizzy, but you try to remain firm. 

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m too old to be fooled, I know you have a recording of our little interview on your ipad..I know you don’t really need that recorder..so why did you invite me in?”

Your face falls. How did he know that you had a second audio recording saved to your iPad.

“Okay...fine, I wanted a reason to let you in..” you search his eyes. 

He smiles and watches your lips.

“Oh? And now that I’m in, what else do you want?”

You pant and lick your lips. “I want..to feel what that woman felt..”

He kisses your neck. “Like this?” He whispers against your heated skin.

Your eyes close as your head falls back. “Yes..take me to my room..” you beg breathily.

He wraps his arms around you and by the time you open your eyes, you’re on your bed with your legs around his waist.

He grinds his covered member into you and listens to you moan.

He continues to kiss your neck and bite teasingly.

He licks over the warm area and moans. The cold touch of his fingertips makes you yearn for him more. 

“This is what I missed, the taste of your beautiful skin..”

He looks down at you through wide eyes, he adores your lips and eyes, watching as you finally give in to him like he’s longed for.

He leans down and kisses your lips.

You reach above your head and place your hands under your pillow. You grab a specialized collar.

“Look at me, Doyoung.” You whisper in between kisses.

He releases your lips and looks up. You suddenly lock the collar around his throat.

He hisses, flying to the ceiling and grabbing at it in an attempt to take it off, but he has no luck.

The collar made of pure silver sends violent and painful shockwaves through his body whenever he touches it.

It tightens slowly to stop him from breathing.

His eyes grow. “What..what have you done to me?” He says as he dangles from the ceiling and looks down at you on the bed with a smile on your face.

“Oh Doyoung, you’re old but you still didn’t see this coming..” you chuckle, everything went as planned.

“Please...please stop this...” he reaches out for you as he gasps for air.

 You stand up from the bed and look up at him.

“I’ll explain this quickly since you’ll be unconscious in about three minutes..”

He loses his grip from the ceiling, falling onto the bed limply.

“Do you remember a tall fellow that you bit one evening as he walked home from work?”

Doyoung groans in pain.

“I’ll take that as a no..” you continue. “Well, this victim’s name was Johnny, he owns Johnny’s Café and locked up kinda late that night when you found him. He became your prey and in the blink of an eye, was left to die in a dirty alleyway. No one was there to help him, no one…” your eyes start to water.

“He was my best friend..and you killed him. Or so I thought..you see, you made a grave mistake with this “murder.” You didn’t ensure his death by sucking until you heard the very last beat of his pulse. You got what you wanted and left him there with a faint pulse. He was able to pull his phone out and call me..I found him through Find My iPhone, and when I inspected his injuries..I realized that he had been attacked by a vampire.”

Doyoung’s eyes roll in the back of his head as he takes his final breaths.

“It was my first time seeing such a wound since I was young. Guess what, Doyoung? My family has hunted vampires since the beginning of time..my grandparents were sure that they had killed all of you in this city...but it seems we hadn’t, and Johnny’s attack is what brought this issue to my attention. Lucky for me, you fell right into my hands, making it easy for me to gain more information about your kind and the actual status of vampires in our city. I was ill-prepared for your hypnosis, however. That’s why I couldn’t lock you down the first time.”

You walk up to him and caress his pale face. You then yank his arm and drag him through your house and down to your basement.

You throw him down the stairs and walk down.

You both hear yelling and crying. 

That’s when Doyoung sees him. That night starts to come back to him, the night when he attacked Johnny.

Johnny is chained to a wall in your basement. His hair is long and disheveled. He yells as he begs for food. His fangs stick out, he looks weak and terrified.

Doyoung gasps. “I didn’t mean for this to happen..”

“This is where he will have to stay, I can’t turn him in because he’s my best friend, but I also can’t kill him or set him free to murder innocent people like a maniac..I will fix him, I swear I will.”

You flip the lid off of a coffin and throw Doyoung into it after much effort. Luckily, he was quite weak from the collar already.

“Even though you turned my best friend into a monster, I am thankful to you for bringing all of your kind’s secrets to light. I will find each one, and I will kill them.” You smirk.

“Enjoy prison, you monster.”

Doyoung only smiles. “I’ll be back, sweetheart. Hunting you will make for a lifetime of joy.”

You shut the lid over the coffin and nail it shut.

You drag the coffin upstairs using a pulley system then call the police to retrieve him.

—————

[2 Years Later]

You enjoy your life as a journalist once again. You gained wealth and notoriety for your interview with Doyoung. You also hunt and kill vampires that killed animals, you finally had used the training from your family to do so.

“I never thought you’d have to do this..” your mom said one day when you visited her for tea.

“I thought..we killed them all and kept you and the rest of our world safe.”

“They’re like roaches..they never die.” Your dad yelled from the living room.

“It is what it is..” you took a sip from your cup.

“But tell me, once one has changed...is there any way to turn them back?”

You thought of Johnny and how you had to watch him suffer now for the past two years. You loved him dearly and spent hours on the dark web searching for clues as to what to do, but nothing worked.

You didn’t tell your parents, for fear that they would tell you to kill him immediately or they’d do it themselves.

You wouldn’t give up on you, you just couldn’t.

The two of you were friends for her 10 years, how could you even think of killing him?

Your mother laughed. “Honey..we’ve tried everything, there’s no way…once they change, the hunger roars through them, making them impossible to tame.”

You nodded. 

“What is it you're not telling me?” She tilted her head when she saw the look of worry in your eyes.

“Nothing, it’s just...some of these people are good people..I just wish we didn’t have to kill them..”

“People? They’re not people! They’re savages and self-centered barbarians! Don’t fall for it, all they do is lure in victims for their own gain. They have no conscience.” Your father walked into the dining room with a freshly carved stake.

“Here.” He hands it to you. “You kill those bastards without any thought in your head, they’re meant to seduce you, make you think that they’re innocent humans with beating and good hearts, but they’re not! Kill them before they kill us.”

You nod and take it from him.

—————

[1 Year Later]

You receive news that Doyoung has broken free from prison. No one knows of his whereabouts so all eyes turn to you.

“We can set up police around your place to keep watch if you’d like..” your boss tells you.“There’s a chance that he’ll come after you first.”

“Thank you, but that won’t be necessary.”

You weren’t scared at all, and having police around would only draw more attention to you than you needed. What if they heard Johnny in your basement? What if they saw you bringing in live rabbits in the middle of the night?

And if something were wrong, they’d eventually go into your basement only to find a series of hunting weapons and digging gear, for you always buried the vampires you killed deep in the woods.

You headed home and walked in slowly.

The air felt crisp and cool, the night sky peered in through your windows. You looked around and that’s when you noticed that one of them were open, the wind blowing the curtain that should’ve been drawn over it.

You hold your stake close to you and quickly walk over to it.

You slam it down shut and turn the lock, but by the time you turn back around to head to your room, you see Doyoung.

“Hello, sweetheart.”

He stands just a few feet away from you with blood dripping down his mouth and neck in a steady pool.

You step back and walk around in a circle.

Doyoung smirks and walks in a circle towards you too.

“You knew I would be here, and yet, you came home on time..are you not afraid of me?”

He chuckles and holds his arms out.

You raise your stake in front of you.

“Do I look like I’m afraid of you?”

Doyoung tilts his head and pouts. “I’m not sure, your heart is racing, the sweat on your forehead is building, your grip on the stake is weak..”

“I didn’t give you permission to come in..”

He shakes his head. “No no, you didn’t..but someone in this house did.”

Your steps falter for a moment and you swallow hard.

When you listen closely, you hear something happening in your kitchen.

Then your eyes widen when you realize.

“Johnny..”

You gasp and run into the kitchen.

Doyoung laughs loudly.

You scream when you see Johnny sucking blood from a woman’s neck in the middle of your kitchen.

“No!!!” 

“I’ve missed you, my love...but I see you kept him around, locked up in the basement for fun..I used my senses to contact him and tell him to give me permission. You see, he doesn’t enjoy being locked up in your basement.”

Doyoung stands behind you and crosses his arms while leaning against the doorway.

“Johnny!! Stop this please, this isn’t you!” You try to shake him off of the woman but all Johnny sees is red. He has never had human blood before and now his eyes have been opened. You start to cry, your stake drops out of your hand.

“He can’t hear you, he’s enjoying what will now be his favorite meal in the kitchen.”

Doyoung grabs you by the neck and slams you against the wall. You yell out in pain.

“And here we are again, but this time we have some unfinished business, you and I...what should I do with you?”

You shake your head as he lifts your body nearly four feet off the ground while choking you.

“Please Doyoung, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have turned you in..please, just let me go, I’ll run far from here and leave the two of you alone to kill as you please.” Seeing Johnny like this leaves you broken. You can’t believe he’s free to live as a monster after all of your efforts to protect him.

“But running will only make me want you more, I enjoy this game that we play..” 

“Doyoung…” you tap his wrist as it becomes difficult to breathe.

“Being choked isn't so nice, is it?”

“What..what do you want from me?”

“I want you, but I like that you’re a challenge, you make my life exciting, and now that I have you here, I want to let you go again just so I can watch you run.” He grins.

“You can shoot some arrows or throw a few stakes, how about it, y/n?”

“Fuck you! I’m not some toy!”

You try to wiggle out of his grasp.

“Then take my offer..I’ll only ask one more time..will you give in to me?”

You start to shake your head, but Johnny rises up from the body on the floor. He runs his hands through his long black hair and licks his lips while panting.

“Y/n..I feel...amazing.” He smiles at you. Even after all these years of you feeding him small animals and keeping him locked up, he still looked at you with love.

You cry harder. “No..Johnny..please don’t give in, I can fix you, I’ll find a way to turn you back.”

He chuckles then steps closer to you. He already looks healthier with the heavy dose of human blood he just consumed. “And you’ve been searching relentlessly for this cure for how long now?”

Doyoung lets your body slide back down the wall as he loosens his grip.

“I’m so close, just trust me.”

“Y/n..Look at how happy he is, don’t you want to be happy too?”

“yes..join us..” Johnny traces his finger down the side of your face.

“No!” You suddenly push Doyoung off of you and dive to the floor for your stake.

You jump back up but Doyoung takes you into his arms.

“Is this what you want?! To die instead of being with your best friend forever?!”

You press the tip of the stake into his chest, you’re so close, but your mind doesn’t allow you to push harder.

“Do it! Kill me!” He doesn’t put you under hypnosis because he wants to see what your true desire is.

Doyoung watches your sad eyes as you struggle to stab him.

Him being so close to you makes you weak, you don’t know why, but you fall into him more.

You second guess everything and your will weakens more and more each second.

You lean forward and kiss Doyoung’s lips finally.

You relax into his arms as his tongue traces over your lips to enter.

You swallow back your disgust from the taste of blood on his lips and close your eyes. A rush runs through your body, it’s like you’re being commanded by waves at the beach, your body just enjoying the feeling of floating in his arms.

The stake falls out of your weak hands. Johnny comes up behind you, kissing your neck from behind while circling his arms around your waist.

If you could just distract them for a few more moments..you could catch them off guard, take them to your room and grab the stake under your pillow..just a few more minutes.. 

Then..a sharp pain makes you jolt. Your eyes fly open. Johnny’s fangs dig into your neck. He sucks hard while you groan.

“Johnny!” You cry out, but then you moan as a feeling of euphoria washes over your body. You feel amazing, your mind goes blank, a soft, tingly sensation makes you weak as blood rushed from your veins and to his mouth. You’re drunk from their love and you want more.

Doyoung continues to kiss your lips and smiles when he feels you finally giving in to him.

Your heartbeat drives him crazy, he just can’t stop thinking about how good you must taste, so he takes the two of you to your room and lays down beside you on your bed.

Your neck is bent backwards towards Johnny behind you still, your hard nipples covered by your dress are just begging for his mouth.

“Do you give in to me, dear?” His lustful voice echoes in your ear.

“Yes..” you whimper.

In one swift move, Doyoung tears your dress off and throws it to the floor. He licks your hard nubs passionately, darting his tongue out and playing around with them with the tip.

Johnny continues to suck slowly, his hand reaching to your front side. He placed two fingers in between your legs, swatting away your thighs so your legs open more.

You are enraptured by them, completely forgetting your plan. But it didn’t matter anyway, your fate was sealed the moment Johnny bit you. He would either suck you dry or leave you alive to turn into one of them.

A part of you feels regret, but another part has come to terms with your situation. Right now you were focused on the yearning in your chest that made you tremble and the building heat between your legs that needed to be tended to.

Without warning, Doyoung bites your breast and sucks hard after latching his lips around the nipple.

He groans as he listens to you yelp.

You run your hand through his hair. “Yes..that feels so good.”  You felt like you were already climaxing with both men sucking your blood at the same time.

Johnny’s fingers push past the waistband of your underwear and presses against your folds.

Doyoung sucks harder, the taste of your blood is sweet and intoxicating, he never wants to stop.

You feel Johnny’s long fingers rub circles into your clit, your legs widen more as you ache for more. He lets go of your neck and nibbles your ear.

“Can I?” He asks seductively.

“Yes..” you bite your bottom lip, your body becoming more and more turned on from Doyoung’s mouth and Johnny’s touch.

You can feel Johnny’s hard member against your back as he pushes one finger into your throbbing opening, sliding it in effortlessly. 

“You’re wet…” he pulls his finger out and places it into your mouth. You moan while licking his finger.

“So wet..” he then pushes two fingers in, your body flinches as he pumps in and out of your. Your head is dizzy, you felt that you’ve lost too much blood. You’re too weak and Doyoung feels it too.

He gives your breasts a few more kitten licks to clean up the blood on it, then looks into your eyes.

“How do you feel, my love?”

“I’m-I’m dizzy..” you moan shortly after as Johnny adds a third finger and presses upward while inside your pussy.

Doyoung smiles when he sees your low eyes. “It’s time for you to feed..”

Your eyes widen. “What?”

Doyoung uses his nail and digs a vertical line into his throat.

“Taste me..”

“N-no.” You shake your head.

“This is what you are now, y/n..just taste him and you’ll know..” Johnny whispers into your ear.

You stick your tongue out hesitantly and lick up the trail of blood on his neck. It tastes wonderful, amazing and different. You didn’t know what to describe it as but you felt that rush from earlier run through your body once more.

You lick again, this time, placing your mouth into the wound and actually sucking more blood out. 

Doyoung groans while pushing his pants down and taking his member out. He strokes it up and down and pants as you suck hard. You can’t use your fangs yet, but the feeling is still magnificent for him as well.

You need more, a hunger builds in your body and you tilt over Doyoung more to apply pressure.

Johnny withdraws his fingers, allowing you to completely kneel over Doyoung’s lap now.

He lays flat on the bed and watches you mount him. You look beautiful naked, like a goddess. Your eyes are wide with hunger and desire and he’s happy to be at the center of it all. He aligns his cock with your opening, watching as you slide down onto it slowly while wincing.

You breathe heavily and lean forward so you can suck his neck again. You place your hands on either side of his head and move up and down slowly, your body already clenching around him as he fills you up completely.

Johnny wraps his hand around his aching cock and strokes it as you ride Doyoung.

Your body becomes cold even as you sweat from the constant movement.

Your mind is flooded with sounds of Johnny’s moans coupled with the new sound of blood rushing through Doyoung’s veins and into your mouth. 

He guides you down onto him by placing both hands on your ass. You push down onto him harder and faster, moving your hips so that his cock curves into you and presses against that spot every time.

You whimper as your movements stutter.

Doyoung flips you over onto your back, he watches your mouth, covered in blood, fall open into a loud moan. “Come on, sweetheart. Tell me how badly you want to cum.” Doyoung says with an evil smirk across his face covered in your blood now.

He thrusts into you hard and places both hands on your knees. He pushes them further apart and watches as he slams himself into you.

“Johnny..she feels so good..she’s just like you imagined for all these years..”

“But how does she taste?” Johnny strokes himself faster as he aims for your breast.

“Her blood tastes sweeter than any berry, and her pussy? Well, you’ll just have to try that yourself.” He goes faster, so fast you can only feel a satisfying vibration that stimulates your clit.

You throw your head back. “Fuck..Doyoung..”

“Do you want me to stop?” He stops suddenly to tease you.

“No no no no, keep going..please!” You beg in a high pitched tone almost embarrassingly.

He resumes his speed, watching your hands grip the sheets and your eyes roll in the back of your head as you cum.

Doyoung grunts and releases inside you.

He milks himself out completely as you shake from your orgasm. You see stars and entire galaxies, a feeling washing over you like no other feeling.

You gasp and watch Doyoung pull out. He moves to the side while watching his cum leaks out of your entrance.

Johnny then flips your limp body over. He wraps and arm around your waist and pulls you against his hard cock. You’re sensitive so you cry out from suddenly being pushed into by his long member. 

He grabs your hair and bends your neck backward before biting into it to suck more of your blood. Your overwhelming sensitivity soon fades away and your climax starts to build again, the feeling in the pit of your stomach becoming nearly unbearable once more.

Johnny’s nails dig into your waist, slamming your ass against his hips as he reaches your depths over and over. He goes crazy from the feeling of your silky walls tightening around his cock. He wants to bury his cum so deep inside your pussy, that it leaks for days. And your sweet blood, he could drink it forever, he could drink you dry.

But Doyoung won’t allow that. “That’s enough..she’ll pass out if we take any more.”

Johnny stops drinking but grunts as he goes harder and faster.

Your knees make an indent in the mattress, you hold onto Doyoung’s hands for support as your mouth falls open.

“Fuck…” all you can mutter are curse words as Johnny destroys you.

Doyoung kneels in front of you, his intimidating cock sticking out hard once again.

He strokes it. 

You open your mouth and stick your tongue out. You had to taste him, again. You craved him.

With low eyes, you maintain eye contact as he fills your mouth and hits the back of your throat. You flatten your tongue, licking the underside of it. You press your tongue hard against every vein then kiss the tip once he pulls back out.

He pushes back in faster this time, listening to you gag and watching as tear up.

You moan to send vibrations through his body. Doyoung throws his head back and mutters “shit..”

You gag again but breathe through your nostrils.

Johnny presses into you one more time before shooting milky strings across your walls. He pants while cursing then lowers himself so that he can taste you from behind. He licks up all the slick that has escaped and sticks his tongue in as deep as possible.

The night went on for hours as you switched positions and brought each other to paradise too many times to count.

You collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep once the three of you were done.

———-

[The Next Morning]

For the first time, sunlight burnt your eyes and made you suffocate. You tried to jump up from the bed, but then you noticed that your legs and arms were tied to a bed that wasn’t yours. You looked around and saw that you were on it by yourself.

Where was Johnny? Where was Doyoung? Why did you feel a burning hunger in your chest?

You recognized the smell of an old building and looked above you. It looked like you were in some sort of castle. You were covered in a thin white sleeping gown that you didn’t recognize either.

“Doyoung!! Johnny!!”

A door in the corner of the room opens and in walks Doyoung with a smirk across his face and something in his hand.

“Good morning, sweetheart.”

“Doyoung..please, I don’t feel good.” You strain against the chains.

Your eyes widen when you realize what dangles from his grasp.

Johnny’s head..

“No!!!!” You scream loudly.

“Oh, like music to my ears..” Doyoung chuckles and dangles the head above your body.

He sees your body through the thin fabric, your breasts and perfect curves, the warmth between your legs that he missed so badly. He almost regretted his decision.

He bit his lip and watched you struggle.

“Doyoung!! Why?!” You sob.

“Because you’re mine, you can’t be his too!”

Doyoung walks back over to the door and chucks the head outside.

He walks back over to you. “Well, now that we know what happened to Johnny, we need to discuss what’ll happen to you.”

“What did you do to me?!” You say through gritted teeth.

“Actually..it was Johnny that turned you..not me, but I made sure to kill him this time.”

Your face fell. This was exactly what Doyoung wanted. He lured you in by using Johnny, then he got Johnny to change you. They both seduced you to crowd your mind and make you too filled with lust to care. And now, you turned into the very thing that you hated the most.

“Now you realize…” Doyoung nods and strokes the side of your face.

“I couldn’t just let you get away with exposing my secrets and putting me in jail..I mean, the sex was amazing, so amazing, but I still couldn’t let you get away with it.”

You shake your head. “Please..I’m yours, I’ll do anything. I always wanted to be yours but I was too stubborn.”

“And the stake under your pillow? Would you have used it against me?” He pouts.

“No! I was going to love you.”

“Love me? A monster?”

“Doyoung please!!”

“This is your prison now...and when you are free, look for me, I’ll be waiting for you, my love..” he walks out and leaves you alone still tied to the bed.

————

[3 Days Later]

You finally break your chains with your new strength. You run out of the room, but find that you are in an old castle. When you run through the destroyed halls and into the courtyard, you see nothing but ocean.

Doyoung left you on the notorious Gil-Eul Castle, a mansion on a secluded island that was hundreds of miles from the nearest coast. It was known as the meeting grounds for vampires long ago, but your family along with other hunters destroyed it, planting bombs in the form of air strikes to kill everyone inside.

You yelled into the sky and ran around rampantly, searching for anything to eat.

You felt like you were going insane without blood. You were literally burning from the inside out because of the lack of blood in your system.

————

[20 Years Later]

You survived the last 20 years off of fish and rats. You never stopped thinking about Doyoung and how you’d get your revenge. You’d kill him slowly, make him suffer like you had, and even though you didn’t look any older, you felt tired and weak from watching the years fly by in a broken castle.

Until one day..a ship approaches the building. You watch from above as several construction workers all onto the island.

You lurk in the shadows and wait until one of them has strayed away from the group.

The man turns around when he feels that he is being followed, but sees nothing.

He turns back around and continues walking.

You reach out from a hallway and grab him by the collar. You feed on him quickly then do the same with the other men. One by one, you kill each man to quench your plentiful years of undying thirst. 

But you’re not dumb, you save one of the men so that he can bring you back to your country. The man tells you that they had planned to clear the island and build a resort.

You take your tattered dress off and shower in the bathroom on board. You break down in tears when you feel warm water and soap on your skin for the first time in twenty years. You were finally free.

You find a set of clothes set aside by the workers and put them on. It’s a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt that’s not the right size, but it’ll have to work for now.

Once home, you hypnotize the man that brought you back.

“Tell them your team was attacked, you were the only one that survived. It was a man with fangs and pale skin. His name is Doyoung.”

The man nods, then walks off the ship and heads for the police station.

You, on the other hand, go in the opposite direction.

You thought about visiting your parents and letting them know that you were okay, but what would they say now that you were a vampire? Would they try to kill you?

You weren’t sure, so you continued walking to his mansion.

You closed your eyes and tried to focus, you knew that all vampires were connected and that if you tried hard enough, you could sense where he was.

It didn’t take long before you heard his voice. It was coming from an apartment about 10 miles away.

Of course he stayed in a nearby city.

You knocked on his door and waited for him to answer.

With round glasses on, he opened the door and smiled widely. “I knew you’d find me..”

“Invite me in.” Your voice was stern.

Doyoung nodded. “Of course.”

“Are you here to kill me?” He walks behind you.

“Yes.”

“Then go ahead.”

You turn to him.

“Why did you do this to me?”

“Life is pretty boring for an old man like me..I wanted to do something different.” He sits on the couch, then pats his thigh. “One last time before I say goodbye. I’ve missed you..”

You scoff. “You never came back, so I couldn’t really tell.”

“You were in solitary confinement, what could I do?”

You walk over to him and sit on his lap.

He placed his hands onto your ass and brought your body down onto his pelvis.

“Did you miss me?”

“No..”

He bucks into your clothes opening, brushing his hard member against it. “Are you sure?”

You bite your bottom lip, then reach to your back and pull out your stake.

You had made it with materials from the burnt down castle. You even engraved your initials into it, knowing that you’d use it to kill him.

“Yes..”

He smirks and licks his lips. “Are you ready?”

“Why aren't you scared?” Your brows furrow.

He chuckles. “I’ve been anticipating this moment for quite some time actually.”

You shake your head. “That’s not fair, this is too easy.”

He flips you over onto your back and suddenly you’re in his room and lying on his bed with him in between your legs. “And would you rather I make it difficult for you? Are you sure you want to wait another 20 years?”

You whimper as he commands your needy body effortlessly.

He grinds down into you. “If you won’t be mine willingly, then I would rather die..so are you ready, my love?”

You pause for a moment.

“Absolutely.” You press the stake into his chest, watching as his final breath leaves his beautiful lips.

[maddiewritesstucky]

Maddieeeee you remember that tiktok or w/e challenge a while back where girlfriends would walk into the room naked while their bfs were on the phone of playing video games etc to see how they reacted? Imagine bucky doing that to Steve 👀😏

Ahhh thank you THANK YOU for this, Nonnie! 😍 You have put me straight in my feels for a pair I have not revisited for far too long!

I’m not sure which verse you were thinking with this one, but the moment I saw it, the pair that immediately came to mind was our darling Silver Steve and Bucky!! Here’s what I’m thinking...💕

So I don’t HC this Bucky as being particularly ‘millennial’ in his persona. He’s in his mid 20s, but I see him as a bit of an old soul; definitely aware of all the trends and the lingo and it’s part of the social culture of his peer group, but he kinda just does his own thing

That being said, when this particular tiktok trend crops up, Bucky thinks this could be a fun one to spring on his significantly older boyfriend - who is very much not up with the play on these things

They’re not living together, but they’re at the point when they’re in each other’s pockets all the time anyway, seeing each other 4 or 5 days out of the week, whether it’s coffee on a lunch break at work or meeting for dinner, most weekends at least one full day/night spent together

It’s one of these weekends when Bucky picks his moment

Now, this challenge is not an easy one to pull off with Steve, because when he’s with Bucky, he’s with Bucky - full attention, not dicking around with his phone or gettting distracted by other things. Which is wonderful and makes Bucky feel so seen and valued, but it also makes it very hard to hit him with surprise nudity

So one perfectly ordinary Saturday when they’re hanging out at Steve’s place, when Steve ducks out of the room to go call the garden supplies company they’re about to drive out to just to make sure they have what he needs, Bucky decides this is as good an opportunity as he’s gonna get

He can hear that Steve’s taken himself to the kitchen, so Bucky strips off in the living room, and gets his phone ready on camera mode (he has no intention of actually putting this on tiktok - this is just for his own amusement)

He realises, as he piles up his clothes on the couch, that he actually has no idea what kind of reaction he’s expecting from Steve. They’ve seen each other naked countless times at this point, but it’s always been in the context of intimacy. Casual nudity is not a common thing between them yet, aside from taking their time getting dressed in the morning or after showers

So his heart’s beating a little fast when he walks into the kitchen, and finds Steve standing there with the phone tucked between his ear and shoulder, scribbling notes as he questions the person on the other end of the line about planter pot sizes for citrus saplings

Steve’s eyes flick up to him, and his smile is immediate when his gaze lands on Bucky’s face, but it takes a second for realisation to settle in. He looks Bucky up and down, and Bucky can actually see the moment it clicks for Steve that Bucky is standing there completely naked

And this is where all those tiktok videos had not prepared Bucky, because there’s no darkening of Steve’s eyes or flushing of his cheeks. He doesn’t curse under his breath or drop his phone on the spot or sprint over to Bucky with hands outstretched

What happens, is Steve’s kind, handsome, utterly readable face breaks into the most awed, adoring grin Bucky has ever seen

I mean he lights up. Eyes wide and sparkling, smile enormous...just pure radiant joy, tinged with disbelief. It actually chokes Bucky up a little

Steve murmurs a hurried thanks and hangs up the phone, shaking his head softly as he walks toward Bucky with that thousand watt smile reaching all the way to his eyes

“Sweetheart, what...you’re naked, what’s...did you wanna...are you making nudes? What, what is this...”

Bucky is giggling like hell, cheeks full on pink as he watches Steve’s brain and mouth stumble over what’s going on, why he’s suddenly (joyously) looking at his boyfriend naked

“I’m not ‘making nudes’,” Bucky laughs, ending the recording and putting his phone down so he can lean into Steve’s arms circling around him. “It’s a dumb tiktok thing, you walk in naked to see what your boyfriend does.”

“Oh,” Steve smiles, looking like he’s never been happier to have no clue what’s going on, “well did I pass the tick tock?”

God, Bucky is so gone on him

It takes them another hour and a half to leave the house and head to the garden shop, because now that Steve has his hands on Bucky’s bare skin he’s not particularly interested in removing them. Not until he’s touched all of it. With all of himself.

Now let’s not forget, Nonnie, that this Steve may be silver, but he’s still Steve, and he likes a challenge as much as the next guy

Which is why, three weeks later, when Bucky is sitting at Steve’s dining table on a sunny Wednesday afternoon, working remotely on his laptop...Steve suddenly saunters in without a stitch on him

Bucky almost spits his coffee all over his keyboard

“Steve!” he gasps, surprised as hell but not at all mad at the situation when his eyes rake down all that bare skin. “Why are you naked?!”

Steve looks so damn proud of himself as he comes to stand right in front of Bucky, arms outspread and face triumphant

“I’m tick-tacking you!”

...Bucky laughs so damn hard, there are actual tears in his eyes

“Oh my god, that’s not what—it’s not—”

He can’t even get the words out, and Steve just stands there with his hands on his hips looking pleased with himself as Bucky loses the plot

It gets even worse when Steve asks in complete earnestness “did I win?”

It’s quite the experience, laughing so hard you can’t see straight whilst also being rather suddenly turned on, because that’s Steve’s entire naked body right there, and it is nice 👌👌👌

“God, I love you,” Bucky sighs, easy as anything; swiping his hands across those joy-filled tears spilling down his face

It’s not until Steve’s whole face turns soft and wondrous that Bucky realises what he’s just said

What he’s just said...for the very first time

“You love me...” Steve breathes, not a question but a confirmation, and it hits Bucky hard just how true it is

“I do,” he nods, his smile and his conviction only growing, “I do love you, Steve.”

Bucky’s pretty sure Steve already knew, just like he knew somewhere deep down too that Steve felt the same. But god, hearing Steve say it back out loud?

“I love you, too, Bucky. You got no idea how much...”

Maybe it should be comical, Steve standing there naked in the kitchen in the middle of the afternoon as they exchange confessions of love for the first time, but...it’s kind of weirdly perfect

Even more so, when Steve comes round to the other side of the table and literally hefts Bucky over his shoulder; carries him to the bedroom, and spends the rest of the afternoon tick-tacking the hell out of him

Lovingly.

Because that’s what this is.

[yukimoji]

Oooh your requests are open, I'm so excited! Could I ask for a Tanjiro x Reader in a modern AU setting (Kimetsu Academy, perhaps?) where Reader visits Tanjiro (who's crushing on her) at his bakery and he sees her playing with his siblings? It just warms his heart up and they're all like 'You should marry our brother!' and ahhh just fluff galore! Headcanons, scenario, short fic, anything is fine with me, whatever's easiest for you! Thank you so much! ~Oblivion~

(a/n: hi again!!! thank you so much for requesting! this is such an adorable request, im literally so soft rn ya hear??? tanjiro is such best boy im 😔✊✊,, i hope you like this and have a great day!)

(this became longer than expected, are headcanons supposed to be this long??? per usual, there will typos and grammar errors! happy reading!)

Total words: 1770+ words

Genre: Fluff

No manga spoilers

Warnings: None

Will You Marry Our Brother? ( Kamado Siblings x Reader, Tanjiro Kamado x Reader) I Headcanons

During your time at Kimetsu Academy, you had the pleasure of meeting the owners of a nearby bakery, the Kamado family. You shared classes with the eldest son, Tanjiro Kamado. You became good friends with the boy, and eventually you met his younger sister, Nezuko Kamado. You adored his sister and the two of you instantly became close friends, because of her kind and caring nature.

Since Tanjiro was your classmate, you usually sat beside him. Each chance that he would get, his attention would be focused on you, chatting and asking about your day with an obvious flush in his face. Honestly, you thought it was kind of cute, seeing him all flustered up all around you. You sort of got a crush on him, not that he knew about it.

You would hang out with Nezuko in-between school breaks, eating Lunch with her as the two of you would have girl talks. She would always keep you company, and if ever you needed someone to lean on, you bet that she would always be there to support you.

You could say that you were more than shocked when you discovered that they had four more younger siblings. You didn't have the honor of meeting them properly, because of your busy schedule and just the overwhelming amount of academic pressure on your shoulders that hindered you from visiting their bakery. However, judging by the wonderful stories that Tanjiro would tell you in the middle of school breaks, they seemed like absolute sweethearts, and you were looking forward to meeting them.

However, you would later have the chance to meet them. It was a peculiar day, and the teachers weren't as harsh on you all like they would normally. Not only that, you craved for something sweet and warm. You just wanted to just bask in positive vibes, and you knew exactly where you wanted to go.

Your legs stopped in front of a small shop, and almost immediately, a wave of gentleness hits your body with so much comfort. You entered the bakery, a bell ringing as you begin to salivate at the sight of the delicious treats displayed on the counter. Nezuko takes notice of your presence, and turns around to welcome you with a big smile on her face.

When you finally picked out the goodies you desired from the shelf, you made your way to the cashier to pay for them. As you got near, you heard little strange noises coming from below the cash register. Confusion began to grow as you recognized the strange noises sounded like the sound effects from a popular mobile game. You became even more perplexed as Nezuko's expression hardened, and she instantly marched behind the cashier in slight annoyance.

A loud squeal of surprise erupted as the sound effects abruptly stopped. Then, suddenly, a young boy emerges from the cashier, a sheepish look evident in his face as he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. The moment he notices your figure just standing awkwardly behind the cash register, he immediately turns red and mutters incoherent apologies as he would repeatedly bow profusely. You just give him a reassuring smile, and you said something about also liking the game he was playing.

You learned that this boy is Takeo, one of Tanjiro's younger siblings. As he continued to check out your treats, he couldn't help but find you so familiar.

Are you the girl in his brother's lockscreen photo?

After you paid for your orders, you introduced yourself to him, and his suspicions were confirmed. He couldn't help a mischievous smirk form on his lips, as he vividly recalls all the moments his brother would dreamily talk about a girl named [ Y / N ].

You asked him to play one round of the mobile game he played before with you. After seeing how the bakery was not really busy and getting Nezuko's approval, he accepted your offer. You bonded with him over the game, and the two of you had so much fun! You were pretty sure that you played more than one round with the young Kamado!

You were absolutely great at the game, much more so than him! You beat his high score, and he wouldn't admit it, but he swears he will beat your score one day. He could not wait to totally tease his brother about this.

Later on, you meet Hanako, Shigeru and the youngest, Rokuta. You were absolutely delighted to finally meet them. They were exactly how Tanjiro described them, they were all such big sweethearts!

Hanako and Shigeru almost immediately took a liking on you! They bombarded you with so much questions, asking you about your favorite color, animal, and all the little things you liked. The would listen to your answers eagerly, big smiles never fading from their expressions.

They would absolutely invite you to play a few games with them! They looked absolutely precious and you didn't have the heart to say "no". You played so much games with them during your stay, the most prominent being "Tag" and "Hide 'n Seek".

After they become tired from running around so much, they settled on listening to your jokes and puns. You swear they have the most adorable laughter in the world!

Just seeing them being giggling and laughing so much melted your heart into a puddle of joy. These two were absolutely cute and adorable, and they radiated so much positive energy that just fill your entire being with warmth and love.

They think that you are absolutely beautiful and wonderful, just like how their brother described you to be!

And then, there's little Rokuta. At first, he was a little shy to approach you. His big eyes looked at you with so much curiosity, and when you told him your name, his face immediately transformed into one of recognition.

Oh! So you're the [ Y / N ] my big brother keeps babbling about!

You would dote on him so, so much! You couldn't stop the squeals from escaping your mouth as he would adorably babble and tell you about his day! His big eyes hold so much innocence and purity in them, and your mind went absolutely bonkers about how cute this little Kamado is!

When he deemed he trusted you enough, he would raise his little arms up, and his tiny hands would make some grabbing motions. Nezuko would chuckle at his actions and tell you that he wants you to pick him up. You stifled a scream of absolute delight, mustering all willpower not to cry from sheer happiness. A cute and cuddly toddler wanted you to pick him up? Don't mind if I do!

The moment Rokuta is in your arms, he immediately embraces you, his little arms just wrapped around your shoulders. Nezuko cheered you on, commenting about how Rokuta had now grew attached to you. He was nuzzling on your neck, feeling secured in your hold as you silently thanked the gods above for giving you this oppurtunity.

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of Crimson hues stared at you with so much adoration from over the counter.

Tanjiro watched how the whole thing unfold. From your little game matches with Takeo, to your giggling fits with Hanako and Shigeru, and to how you held Rokuta in your arms with so much tenderness. All of this left Tanjiro feeling so much warmth and affection in his chest, and he wanted to cry out from the sheer joy of how much you had gotten along with his siblings.

You were absolutely Wonderful. Exquisite. Magnificent. Beautiful. Stunning. Heavenly.

Just so drop-dead gorgeous.

He's in absolute euphoria.

The boy won't admit it, but he's imagining his future with you. Seeing you being so happy with his little siblings makes him wonder what a family with you would look like. Gosh, how much he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

He practically had hearts in his eyes as he kept staring at you like a lovesick puppy, not noticing that Takeo was leaning against the counter with a smug expression on his face.

"Gosh, Nii-san. I knew you had a crush on her, but I didn't know it was this bad."

Tanjiro snaps from his day dream, and he could feel so much blood rush to his face. He was so embarrassed, much more so that Takeo had caught him looking at you all this time! Takeo laughs at his brother's red face, and Tanjiro could only shriek out erratic noises to desperately request Takeo not to get too loud.

You heard a commotion from the counter, and you turned to see a completely red-faced Tanjiro waving his hands vigorously to a guffawing Takeo. You could only giggle at the sight in amusement, and when Tanjiro makes eye contact with you, his face gets even more redder.

In your arms, Rokuta shifts from your neck to look at his big brother. Noticing how the two of you gazed in each other's eyes, he claps his hands in delight and looks up to meet your [ E / C ] orbs.

"Ne, [ Y / N ]-san, will you marry my big brother?"

THE WHOLE BAKERY JUST EXPLODES IN HYSTERICS

Takeo laughs harder than he had before, grabbing at the edges of the counters to prevent himself from falling to the ground from the amount of amusement he was getting from the situation.

Hanako and Shigeru just burst out in full excitement, jumping and smiling at you, asking you repeatedly if you wanted to marry their big brother. They practically pleaded with you, their wide eyes constantly staring at you, in hopes that someday you might officially become their big sister.

Nezuko chokes in shock at her drink. She didn't expect Rokuta to say those words! She immediately goes to your side, and just repeatedly apologizes to you in behalf of Rokuta for putting you in such an awkward position. But, she cannot really lie, she would love for you to become her sister-in-law.

Tanjiro just looked at you in horror and fear. His face had hit the utmost redness it could possibly have attained, and he only wanted to crawl and hide at this very moment. He didn't want his crush on you to be revealed this way! He had special plans for that moment, but it didn't matter anymore, because you now know about his overwhelming feelings for you! Gosh, he felt so humiliated, and it didn't help that you were in such an awkward position just because of his attraction on you!

But then, he was caught off guard by your breathtaking smile. The next words sent Tanjiro's mind into a frenzy, desperately struggling with the urge to faint out of sheer bliss as the bakery exploded again into cheers of celebration.

"I would love to."

[kusagrasskusa]

Hanzo Hisashi X Innocent! Reader

Thank you EzraPFoxglove01for requesting this adorable thing! I sorta changed a lot you asked for by making it go into depth, and it ended up being the longest story I've ever written lol. So I'm definitely gonna add a shorter, more cutesy version of this story soon.

Change her outfit all you wish; it doesn't have a big part in the story at all. Though due to where she lives, it sorta makes sense for traditional Japanese wear to be her attire. And this is the kimono I have in mind, but change whatever :D To be honest, it makes sense to change the look to be more suitable for fighting while still maintaining an innocent, feminine character.

Word Count: 6733

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"Hay....ya!" A feminine voice yelled out as she kicked a large hole into a tree. She didn't really have an specific training area so she often kicked and punched holes into tough looking trees, which proven to be as affective as training dummies and whatnot. She pulled away from the tree with a large smile on her innocent features.

She held her arms up to her chest with clinched fists. "Alright! Just 113 more to go," she reminded herself as she prepared for another kick. Yet just before she kicked the tree, she heard rustling in the bushes surrounding her.

She paused and looked around her everywhere. The wind began to blow which made it hard to hear whoever or whatever move again as the wind blew the all the bushes. She made a pouty face and walked over to where she heard the noise the first time. She had a bag that wrapped around her colorful kimono that contained kunai knives, and she pulled one out just in case. To be honest, with her small, airhead, and pouty form, she was the least intimidating person most people could ever see. And her small, F/C kimono with cherry trees on it added onto it.

The wind slowed down for a second and in that time, rustling in the bushes was heard again, where it did last time. "Huh?" She hummed as she slowly and cautiously opened up the bushes. "W-Who's there!" She yelled nervously as she parted the bushes completely. "Ahhh!" She screamed as she stepped back, tripping on whatever she stepped on. A baby bunny jumped on top of her from the bushes, it's guinea pig looking face staring boldly at her. Fuck it was frightening for a bunny to withhold so much toughness and boldness.

She whined as she pulled the bunny of her, causing it to run away quickly. She stumbled to her feet, barely managing to maintain her own balance for a moment. She watched the bunny hop away into the forest as she calmed her nerves. Once it disappeared, she sighed and opened her bag to put away her knife. Yet the sound of a voice behind her caused her to throw it towards the voice with perfect aim and fast speed. Yet as she turned around, she saw her kunai knife had been frozen but it wasn't frozen quick enough to prevent the one and only Kuai Liang from behind cut a little.

"Good aim," the Sub Zero complimented in his deep and husky voice, a smirk on his face. He pulled the kunai from the ice prison it was it and tossed it towards Y/N. Y/N's innocent E/C eyes widened as she gasped.

"Liang!" She ran towards him to hug him– but no, we can't have that without her tripping halfway. "Oof!" She hit the ground hard and whined as she slowly stood back up. She had cut her face on a rock but that wasn't good enough for her to not want to hug him just as hard. So once she stood up, she lunged at him and hugged him so incredibly hard. "I missed you! How are you!"

Kuai chuckled as he softly wrapped his arms around her. "I see you haven't changed one bit, dear friend." It's true that the two of them are close friends; although they don't have any fundamental qualities in common, they managed to meet one day and their opposite personalities captured each other's interest. And so here they are, together after departed months back. Right after Sub Zero and others were free from Quan Chi, the two got close again and only had a couple weeks to get close again before Kuai had to leave. Finally, months later, they're together again!

"I've been just fine, L/N. How about yourself?" He asked as he pulled his arms down. As expected, Y/N didn't let go and continued to sway back and forth.

"Oh, I've been good! Sorta lonely, yeah but I met this one guy! He leads an entire clan that let me in!" Y/N sweet voice called out in reply, her eyes twinkling. "I don't see him often but we've been talking a lot more recently. He's really nice...like a big, strong, teddy bear, hehe," she giggled as her legs went limp. Kuai chuckled at her dramatic description and pat her head; pushing the person she's talking about to the back of his mind. She got back on her feet again and pulled away from him. "Sooooo...do you have any combat stories to share? An adventure?"

Kuai shook his head. "Unfortunately nothing to tell now, but soon," he spoke as he looked up at the bright blue sky. It was maybe 8 in the morning  at the time. Y/N held her arms in front of her as she swayed back and forth as her head tilted in confusion.

"Okay...Oh! There's flowers growing around here and I want you to see it. They're so pretty- and pink," She emphasized as she took Kuai's hand and pulled him to a nearby pond. The trees surrounding the pond were waves with red and pink flowers ground from them. It's hard to tell, but in the distant was a village. And jn that village was, drum roll please, Hanzo Hizashi himself. As the two friends spoke about the scenery, Hanzo had just gotten ready for a day of training.

As he stepped outside, he took a deep breath and examined the place surrounding him. The birds were singing, the soft winds brushing past the trees and plants, the warm sun and clear skies. The sound of children playing can be heard from the background. It was pure bliss really. Yet even so, he had an uneasy feeling wash over him. The feeling that there could possibly be an unwanted visitor.

Hanzo walked closed the door behind him and walked out. He took his time going from his home to a place a little outside of the village; a more personalized dojo. It contained dummies and targets designed for his spear and fire. The little dojo was little ways across a pond near the village so that's where he was headed.

"And that's why that's my favorite color," Y/N said as she finished her story. Kuai Liang, to be honest, wasn't paying attention to her at all and simply nodded. She smiled at his politeness to at least pretend to acknowledge what she's saying; Y/N knows she can get really immature sometimes and right now really isn't her best moment. "Eheh, so what do you want to do?"

Kuai looked over at her with a soft smile on his features. He really was such a peaceful man at heart. "I believe I saw a few rare ducks fly into the pond. Would you like to go see them?"

"You're not going anywhere."

Y/N sharply turned her head towards the pissed looking man walking towards the duo and gasped. She stood up, saying, "Kuai, this is the man that let me into his village! Hey Hanzo, this is Kuai‐"

"He already knows who I am," Kuai cut her off coldly and stood up. "Hanzo, I mean you no harm; had I known this was your territory, I would not have come." Hanzo pulled a sword from his back and held it up in a firey fists once he got close to them. Y/N stared idlely at them with growing anxiety. The two picked up on that quickly, making Kuai speak up again before Hanzo could. "The girl does not know of our rivalry. Don't punish her for my mistake, Hanzo‐"

"Do no speak to me like that. Leave at once!" Hanzo may be alive, but that doesn't mean he can't revert his voice back to his hellish Scorpion one. Kuai took a few steps back before turning around and disappearing. Hanzo and Y/N watched the whole way through in complete silence. Once Kuai was gone, they silence broke.

"I–"

"And you," Hanzo walked up to her and grabbed her by the collar of her shirt. "Exactly what made you think bringing a guest without permission was anywhere near exceptable? You endanger every one of us at this village that way." Y/N could feel his fire-hot breath against her as he spoke. A shiver fell down her spine as looked him right in the eye. She didn't respond, but rather bow her head. Hanzo scoffed, flames igniting from his fist that began to burn her clothes, making her whimper beneath him. She felt the flames heating up her neck, which made her whimper more as the pain wasn't something she was exposed to often. "Part of me wants to kill you right now. You are very lucky to have caught me in a better light."

Hanzo let go of her, stepping away. Y/N bowed her full body lowly, hands to her knees. "I'm deeply sorry sir, I really am. I promise I will never bring another guest again. I knew not of Kuai and your's relationship and if I had known when I met him in the woods a little bit ago, I would have got him to leave. It was foolish of me to have not stayed in the village and possibly risks a bloody situation. For that, I am sorry." As Y/N finished, she heard nothing but the sound of a sword being put away.

"As long as this never happens again, L/N," he spoke coldly. "I forgive you. You may continue what you were doing before he arrived here."

"Thank you so much, sir!" Y/N called out happily as she stood up straight with a smile on her face. "I promise you won't regret it!" Hanzo remained quiet and simply glanced down instead. A more calm and positive feeling took over his previous anger quickly, leaving behind a little bit of confusion. Y/N took a few steps back over to where that tree she was kicking earlier was before Hanzo spoke up again.

"I apologize for being so harsh, as well. You said you met you here; was this planned?" He asked her as he his fists were undone. Y/N shook her head when she turned back towards him. Hanzo examined her face for a moment before sighing, then a smile grew on his face. "Very well. I appreciate your honesty. Actually, would you care to join me for tea later? As leader of this clan, it feels right for me to know all my people, whether they are a weary traveler or blood."

"Of course I would," she said softly. "What time?"

"Tomorrow at dawn."

"So be it." And with that, Hanzo began to walk towards his dojo and Y/N walked towards her special tree. The two of them had that tea on their minds as they practiced whatever it is they were practicing. How would it turn out? Would Y/N innocent immaturity get her in trouble? Would Hanzo appear too serious? Will they make up and gain trust? Maybe something else? We'll see in the next paragraph.

Time flies by quickly when you're having a good time, and for Hanzo, he was quite happy about the thought of getting to know Y/N more. And also to learn more of her relations with Kuai. As for Y/N, she was nervous as all hell since she knows she can be a handful sometimes. To be honest, a simple deep breath was able to calm her down and bring the adult side out of her. So here she was now, looking at herself in the mirror of her guest cabin and taking deep breaths to calm her nerves.

"You got this Y/N," she told herself as she took her final deep breath. The kimono she was wearing was different as it was longer and above the wrists, meaning she was unmarried. It still had a pretty design on it, with the colors overall being F/C, pink, yellow, and blue. The had her H/C hair up in a bun with two strands falling over her shoulders. She had a pin that kept her hair up with a beautiful flower attached to it. To contribute to her Japanese asthetic, she had a folded fan that was black with red cherry trees designs in it in her hand.

She smiled at herself in the mirror one more time before she turned to face the door. She slid open the door to the guest home and put on her shoes before walking outside. She closed the door and prepared to head off the selected location. On the other hand, Hanzo was sure to be formal as well.

He wore a montsuki, which is a formal black kimono worn over a white under-kimono and hakama, which are traditional Japanese trousers. It was common for samurais to wear this underneath their armor, so it suited him well. After all, he was both ninja and samurai; he kept his hair in a man manbun as well. He was very good at maintaining a formal way of speaking and acting, yet he knew Y/N isn't all that. Someone as free spirited and naive really isn't all that capable of it, in his mind.

He was sitting down in a chabudai; one of those short legged tables that have cushions to sit on your knees on rather than to sit on chairs. At the moment, in another room of his lonely home, was a kettle that was boiling water. Authoress is not a Japanese fanatic who knows Japanese and is basing these designs of real Samurai and Wife dolls by their bed, I swear. It was perhaps halfway done by the time he heard a voice call from the outside of the front door; "Hello, it's Y/N. May I come in?"

Hanzo smiled softly to himself as he stood up and walked over to the door, sliding it open. To say he was shocked to see the free spirited girl in such a good-mannered attire was an understatement. "You look lovely tonight," he stated as he looked Y/N head to toe. On Y/N's side, she noticeably blushed and gave him a sweet look.

"You look lovely as well, truly."

Hanzo raised a brow and stepped aside for Y/N to step inside. And rather than her normal fast walk with swaying arms side to side, she slowly walked in with her hands held together in front of her. "I haven't yet seen this side of you, Miss L/N. I am a proper kind of person so don't think I won't hold it against you if you act unmannerly," he teased as Y/N giggled to herself and took her shoes off at the front door.

"I thought that maybe I should act a bit more, I guess, fancy in order to match you. As long as you don't believe in the whole women are beneath us bigger men and shouldn't talk unless spoken to thing, then this shouldn't be too hard, hehehe," Y/N said as she was lead to the chabudai by Hanzo. She sat down on her knees on side and he on the other.

"Of course I would not act on such a thing. We are all human with equal rights," Hanzo replied as he sat his hands in his lap. His looked down at Y/N'a hands, which were on the table, before shooting her a look that told her that she was doing something wrong. Y/N hummed in confusion before gasping lightly. She put her hands in her lap and smiled innocently, creating a chuckle from Hanzo.

Come to think of it, the hone hasn't yet been described. It's easy to imagine the paper and wood that made up the walls and doors, and the warm light that shun over the two people. The carvings on the wood above them and around them, the large pot with a bonsai in it in the corner of the room. The little wooden seats with drawers distilled in them built into the walls of the home. The wooden tables with traditional statues and little plants in pots across the home. The sword holder near the front door, the mats across the floor to give the unique taste. In the kitchen had built in furnaces where people would burn a fire in the wholes on the bottom and put cooking appliances and kyūsus on top of it. If you don't want to imagine that, here's something help.

"Have you ever studied Japanese arts? Surely you must have had some experience in a place like this, or perhaps a friend to lecture you on what to do," Hanzo explained his thought process as he looked interestingly at the smaller girl.

"Actually, I had Kuai teach me a lot about Chinese culture. But when I met a swordsman named Kenshi, I learned more of Japanese tradition. I may not be the best, but I tried to use my knowledge of both cultures to act as good as possible! Um, I mean," she paused as her face lit up red. "To act as good as possible." She but the inside of her lip nervously as she grew more and more embarrassed of her voice level as she spoke. Hanzo chuckled.

"I'm glad I invited you here. You are very knowledgeable it seems. Plus quite entertaining," he complimented. The kyūsu began to steam loudly, meaning it was finished. Hanzo glanced over to the kitchen.

"Heh, I wouldn't say knowledgeable," Y/N replied, "but thank you." Hanzo stood up, nodding his head towards her as he walked put of the room.

"I apologize but the tea must be attended to. I will be back in a few moments," Hanzo explained before he disappeared behind a wall. Y/N nodded in understandment and began to fight with her hair, kimono ends, fingers, and whatever else she could once he walked out. When Hanzo walked into the kitchen, he felt heat rise to his face. He leaned onto a little table with his hand on it to keep his steady and his other hand over his chest. Oh kami, he thought, she gets cuter each time I see her. Whether she's trying to be like me but failing miserably or being her bubbly self does not matter; she is perfect.

He did his best to calm his nerves before grabbing the kettle from the furnace and grabbing a kyūsu, an appliance for making tea, and slowly pouring hot water into it. He made a kind of sweet green tea, one that many foreigners don't know about, called Sencha. It has to be made with the coolest kind of hot water, basically, otherwise it will turn bitter. He made sure the watch it carefully for about half a minute before grabbing two cups and pouring the tea. He then picked up the two cups and headed back to the chabudai. Yet before he got to the room, he paused.

A feminine voice sung a soft song as she waited for Hanzo to return. Hanzo felt his cheeks heat up again and his chest felt warm. He could recall this feeling but from where he first felt it is unknown to him. The ready may be able to assume that he was thinking of his first love, his wife, and how he felt when he fell in love with her. But that idea hadn't even crossed his mind as he felt there was no way he could ever feel such an extreme emotion towards anyone else. And marriage isn't even a question since she isn't from the clan. He took a deep breath before walking back into the room.

Y/N stopped singing and she smiled widely as she saw him. "Hey Hanzo! Or, um, sorry, haha. The tea smells very nice," she complimented as she gripped the sides of the cup with her little fingers. Yeah, there was definitely a way he could feel such an extreme emotions towards anyone else. Hanzo sat down on his knees on the other side of her, mumbling a quick thank you to Y/N and a thank you to the Gods' gift of tonight. And in his mind, a thank you for what to him felt like a gift from the Gods' to end his grief from his early wife.

"Mm! This is really good!" Y/N gasped after tasting it. "This is the best tea I've ever had!" Her eyes were wide in awe and her expression showing her impressment. Hanzo chuckled at her adorable reaction as he took a sip of his wom drink. It's been maybe 8 minutes since Y/N got there and she already forgot to remain all traditional and civil. It was adorable to him; she was so precious really.

And throughout the night, the two of them talked and laughed and jokes and got close. They remained at the chabudai most of the night, aside from when Y/N asked for a tour. She adored the bonsais, scenery that can be seen from outside the window, paintings around the home, and everything. She was so naive but to Hanzo, that wasn't particularly a bad thing. It made her all the more fun to be around. And because of how great of a night they were having, they even agreed to meet up the next day.

"Excuse me, Miss Y/N," Hanzo said as he stood up from the chabudai. "I will be back in one moment. Please help yourself to more tea if you'd like."

"I will," Y/N responded sweetly. Oh, on a side note, Y/N completely forgot about the traditional thing completely so don't expect her to stay put in the few minutes Hanzo was gone. Actually, by the time Hanzo came back, Y/N had her head in her arms on the table her body slowly rising and falling with the rhythm of her breaths. Hanzo couldn't help but find himself smiling down at her. He got that warm feeling in his chest again though it was different this time. It wasn't as unfamiliar as before. He knew what it was; it was love slowly blossoming.

He sighed softly before picking up the sleeping girl's tired form and carrying her against his chest. She shifted a little bit in his grasp and ended up being hudled against him more, making that warn feeling in Hanzo's chest grow more. Such a sweet, innocent creature. He slid open his door and brought her back to her guest home, where he laid her in bed and brought her hair down from its updo in order for it to not be as bad of a mess tomorrow. He kissed her forehead and then left to sleep in his own bed until the next morning.

The next day was the same as the previous. And then the day after that, and the day after that day, and so forth. But one day was a particularly cold day and a cold blanket of snow began to cover the land. Y/N was at Hanzo's place, watching the snow fall through an open window with her E/C eyes wide in amazement at the beauty. Hanzo was standing behind her with two cups of tea in his hand.

"Would you care for a drink?" He asked, making Y/N turn around.

"Thank you, Hanzo!" She said as she took the drink from him and took a big sip. It tasted sweet, as it was the tea she had when she came over for the first time. "Say, I sorta wish we could have gone outside today. I noticed that you like to fight in that place by the pond a lot; which is really great to watch! You're so strong, hehe. But you've never actually seen me fight before," she explained right before she took a sip of tea. "Y'know, I'm painfully aware that people view me as an immature, innocent, naive girl who isn't the most aware of her surroundings. But I think you'll be impressed to see what I can do," she said confidently as she hummed.

Hanzo took a sip from his tea and nodded. "Perhaps. When it gets warmer out, I'd love to watch what you can do," he replied with an extra caring tone with his voice. He caught onto his tone quickly and blushed a little bit. "But there is something we can do outside," he started.

"What is it?" Y/N asked, standing up.

"Well, there's a hotspring nearby. We can swim in there if you'd like. However be sure to dress in something not too revealing if you would like to."

"There is? I'd love to!" She exclaimed as she bounced up and down. "I'll dmgi get dressed now," she eagered on as she put her shoes back on before leaving. Hanzo grabbed her up of tea and brought it to the kitchen. It's a shape it would go to waste, but he can always make more. He returned to his bedroom to grab something to put on while swimming but please, just imagine what he'd wear to swim. Traditional swimwear is too nasty to be used in this book, but swimming trunks are too modern. As for Y/N, considering she never had a particular home or culture, it made sense for her to just wear a full body suit she could have gotten from anywhere in Earthrealm.

Of course, the both of them were sure to bathe before hopping into the hot spring. Well, Hanzo slowly got in whereas Y/N jumped in without any care. It was warm, shocker there.

"Ahh...Thank the Elder Gods for getting me here before I froze to death," Y/N shuddered as chills ran up her spine. Though those chills were disappearing as the warmth of the hot spring washer over her soon enough. Hanzo rested his body against the large rocks around the hot spring and found a seat-like area. Y/N swam around happily and sung to herself.

Oh, one thing worth mentioning for the sake of the next paragraph is that Y/N had a necklace around her neck. Hanzo had never noticed it before as it was always under her kimono or shirt. However that necklace had a great significance go it; she was told that with that necklace, she would be able to find her parents who seemed to have lost her at birth. That necklace was the only thing that remained of them and hopefully destiny was kind enough to help her find her parents.

"Kyaa–" shrieked as a splashing sound was heard. Hanzo stopped daydreaming and looked over at Y/N, who's hair covered he face and arm frantically tried to keep her body floating. She quickly pushed her hair out of her face and whined over and over again worried. Hanzo instinctively swam over there as fast as possible, grabbing ahold of her gently yet sturdy. "Where is it!" She cried out, feeling her body and looking around the waters.

"Where is what?" Hanzo asked in his husky voice that was now in a confused tone.

"My necklace! I can't find my necklace!" She replied worriedly, tears swelling in her eyes. Hanzo looked at the tears forming and felt his whole body shiver woman's his heart drop. "I can't see it anywhere!" Hanzo began to swim towards the rock formation he was against earlier, making Y/N cry out, "wait!"

"Y/N," Hanzo sternly spoke. "I will find your necklace and return it. Worry not, please, dear friend," he reassured, taking her hand in his. She shook nervously and wiped her tears. Slowly, she nodded which told Hanzo he could swim away now. And so he did; he headed towards the stop where she cried out and with one deep breath, he went underwater. He had to hold his nose for warm waters were very dangerous to go under as dangerous fungi grow in hot waters. Yet even so, he swam to the bottom of the hot spring using one hand to stir around to look for the necklace.

Y/N waited on the rocks, sniffing and whimpering. She hasn't told Hanzo the origin of the necklace, but he could tell it was important to her. When she was little, she was handed the necklace and was told it would help her find her missing mother as long as she stayed pure. What that means is that Y/N had to remain free from murder, theft, and other ways of sin. Not only that, but she could not ever preform certain adult actions as then she would never find her parents (I say that because Y/N never had a parent figure to teach her what nono stuff is), which is her number one goal in life. She grew up going from city to city, state to state, country to country, and even had been in Outworld before. She grew up with so many cultures and had never found someone that was like her in any way. It felt like she didn't have an identity as she had nothing to trace her orgins to.

Splash! Hanzo took a deep breath of air as he finally reached the surface again, with a silver necklace with a S/F/C gem inside it that's carved to show an unknown design. "Is this your necklace?" He asked as he held it up. Y/N gasped, lunging back into the water and swimming towards Hanzo. Once she got up to him, she wrapped her arms around his muscular figure and cried.

"You found it! Thank you so much!" She cried out happily, pressing her body against him. Hanzo blushed at the sudden affection and slipped the necklace back onto her. He adjusted the back of of it so it wouldn't fall off her so easily again. "I love Hanzo... You're the best friend I've ever had... I really mean it," she whimpered out. Hanzo began to swim towards the rock formation again and once he did, Y/N let go of him.

"I appreciate it, Y/N. I love you as well, you're the closest friend I've ever had," he said back to her with a warm smile on his features. Y/N smiled back at him before examining her unharmed necklace.

"Hmm... Ever since I could remember, I would move from every country in the world to another. I've been to Paris, Beijing, New York, London, Los Angeles, a few different places in Mexico and Colombia, Holland, Tokyo, Osaka, and many more. I was carried from place to place by various of adoptive mothers, and each of them left a bit of their culture and identity with me by the time I left.

"But I had one that was a fortune teller and psychic. She was incapable kf having kids and didn't want to go through the trouble of raising one, so she took me, an 11 year old girl. She gasped when she saw me and took me in immediately. Before I left her, she gave me this necklace. "Y/N," she said, "you have the potential to see your real parents again. Train, grow stronger, read, grow smarter, listen, grow wiser. Stray away from the evil in the world and remain pure from your soul to your body. This is how you'll find your mother.""

Y/N paused and looked up at the larger male. He seemed intrigued with her story and made sure to listen carefully to her every word. So she continued, "as I grew older and began to travel on my own, I thought of her words every single hour of every day. I had no reason to live as I ever did was travel and meet new people, only to leave and never see them again. Just knowing who I really was became my only reason for existing. To this day, I bet the relief of meeting my real mom will feel like being deaf and hearing music, or being blind and seeing color, or being able to walk again after being paralyzed. But now," she paused.

Y/N smiled and looked up at Hanzo. "It's strange to feel so in place, so correct. I-I know I never felt this way about any place before! But I really think that as long as you're around, my chances of meeting my mom are good! Just being with you gives me hope for the next day, truly. It's like being with you is my reason to exist."

Hanzo closed his eyes and smiled back at her. He wrapped his arms around and embraced her warmly, his head being filled with nothing but pure bliss. Y/N hugged back tightly, feeling just as happy as he is right now.

And just as soon as it came, the day was over and the two had to return home and sleep. But this particular night, their dreams were better than usual. And two days later, the snow had cleared up and the ground was dry! That meant Y/N could go train today! Unfortunately, with her absent-mindedness, she forgot she wanted Hanzo to watch her so she remained in private as she kicked thicc ass trees down in two strong kicks and crushed stones into bits by simply punching it once.

"Hai...ya!" She called out as she forcefully brought her first to a stone celler that was abandoned randomly in the woods. But hey, no one was using it, so who's gonna cry about it being broken? The impact of her punch brought a giant circular impact onto the wall, and bits and pieces of it fell down. "Hehehe! 22 more to go!" She thought out loud as she pulled her fist back again. She wasn't alone in these woods, no, as there was a particular ninja/samurai person thing, idk, watching from the nearby bush. Not to be creepy of course! He was on his way to his dojo but heard noises, and discovered it was her after checking it out.

And d a m n. If Y/N saw his shocked face the first time he saw her punch the wall with that much force and endurance, she would laugh and tease him about it for a long time. He didn't expect her to be so quick in her movements and to cause such force. Like, a short little bebe in a pink, cutesy kimono with cherry blossoms being able to cause a fucking massacre to the wall? How could you blame him?

"Hmm... that reminds me!" Y/N exclaimed as she spun around to look at Hanzo. "I told you that you should watch me train! Is that what you were doing?"

Hanzo blushed heavily and was unfortunately incapable of hiding it in the direct daylight. "Indeed, Y/N. This is truly a wonderful sight to see," he replied as he looked away for a moment. Y/N gasped and ran towards him. He took a few steps back when he noticed how close she gotten, which caused him to get a little bit more flustered.

"You're sick? You're face is all red, Y/N whined as she pulled Hanzo closer. "You should be inside, mister, getting better! Not out here watching me fight when it's colder out here! Let's go bring you inside," he said as she grabbed his muscular arm and held it close. She turned towards the village of the Shirai Ryu and began walking towards it, pulling Hanzo along. How bold.

Hanzo but his bottom lightly and remained as flustered as before. "There really is no need, Y/N," he replied back.

"You're being quite irresponsible for a ninja, y'know," Y/N replied as she continued to walk him home. Hanzo sighed and just let her pull him along. He knew she would question him if he told her he wasn't sick so he choose into except it.

"Thank you for your concern," he replied lowly. Y/N giggled proudly and nodded.

"The best for you!" They arrived to the pathways of the village and began their walk. There was a few pedestrians walking by, including a dad and daughter and a separate woman. "I'll make you some tea and you can go to bed, okay?" Hanzo nodded, smirking to himself about how funny the situation really is.

"How caring," Hanzo spoke as they arrived at his home. The got inside and took their shoes off at the front door.

"Of course," she replied before heading towards the kitchen to make tea. Hanzo wasn't sick but he's been tired lately and what's wrong with sleeping in for one day? When he got the tea, it no doubt tasted way too bitter as Y/N doesn't really know what she's doing to be honest. But hey, it's the thought that counts.

Hanzo lied in bed, with an empty cup by his side and an small girl on the other. She sat on the bed, talking to him quietly about a bunch of random things until she said something strange. "To be honest, I know this is weird, but it almost feels like we're married sometimes. I mean, we're together all the time and have a very close friendship. You let me drag you in here and give you bitter tea even though you didn't want to. That's really nice, hehe," she giggled as she looked over at Hanzo. Her eyes shun something different from simply joy this time. Instead, it showed rather care. And potentially something more.

Hanzo felt a shiver go down his spine as he looked deep into Y/N's eyes. Emhe had to examine them to ensure that he wasn't just crazy or actually sick, but no, it looked like she really did care about him more than a friend. After all these months, it was officially, wasn't it? It was mutual. Hanzo smiled as he sat up on the bed. Y/N's cheeks lit up a little bit as he stared down at her with that look.

"Sometimes it really does feel like that, does it not? I can see as a good pair to be truthful. What about you?" Hanzo asked softly. Y/N cheeks flushed pink and her expression softened.

"I agree, definitely. I mean, how can I not, heh heh. You've been there from the very beginning and I've always seen you as this big, strong teddy bear of sorta. So sweet, so nice, so caring," she replied. Hanzo leaned in, making Y/N want to lean in too. And slowly, the pair came together and finally...they kissed. It was soft, tender, and it felt like it was meant to happen. Y/N's face turned red and Hanzo's tense emotions he felt disappeared immediately.

Heh, you know what? To be honest, they lady next door was known to be crazy about losing her baby girl a very long time ago. They had matching necklaces that were bought from a village far away from their's years ago when the Shirai Ryu was attacked by Quan Chi's forces. She escaped and went into hiding, and then found a man to marry to. Her child was named Y/N L/N, and whether she's not fully Japanese or fully related into the Japanese clan, she is blood and therefore she is capable of being the love of Hanzo Hisashi. Maybe the two of them will meet some day, huh?

[breadoffoxy]

Presented for You

Summary: Your boyfriend’s been teasing you about a birthday surprise all day. Much to your pleasure, he presents himself to you, fulfilling a deep fantasy.

Pairing: Sub Jungkook x Dom F. Reader

Genre: Smut, NSFW

Warnings: NSFW, smut, dirty talk, language, Femdom, anal sex (m. recieving), oral (f. receiving), impact play, underwear kink, gagged, bondage, suspension, chains, sex toys, pegging, cum play, mistress, good boy, edging, orgasm denial, begging, overstimulation

Word Count: 2529

A/N: Happy Birthday @borathae!!! I hope you have a lovely day, and thank you so much for being such a kind friend. I appreciate our conversations so much. Thank you @tipsydipsydo for helping me figure out some wording and tips to destroy our mutual friend. Another thank you for @yoongsgguktae​ for helping me out as well and hyping me up. 

You’re very much tired on your way home from work. The day was long and aggravating, and on your birthday no less. The nerve of it all. It doesn’t help that your friends have been teasing you with messages about a surprise waiting for you at home all day. You just want to know what it is! Though another part of you is just wanting to get home so you can cuddle your soft boyfriend on the couch while watching movies and eating pizza.  

Howerver, your next big hurdle is the rush hour traffic jam. You just want to get home! As the traffic comes to a stop again, you quickly check your phone for messages, making sure to keep one eye on the road. With nothing new since the last time you checked, you play the voice message your boyfriend sent you. A sweet smile is on your face, gone the annoyances of the traffic, as Jungkook’s voice plays through the speakers, gently singing happy birthday.

God, you love that man.

When you get home you are exhausted, but the sight of your giggling friends greeting you at your door makes you suspicious.

“What did you do, you little shits?” your eyebrow raises in question.

They giggle again, very suspicious indeed.

“Your surprise is in the basement.” one says, grinning at you and giving you a playful wink.

The other one hugs you tightly, yelling, “have fun!” before they both scamper off.

You stare at where they were standing, eyebrows furrowed. Your basement was your playroom, and you had no idea what they would have waiting for you down there. Shaking your head, you go inside, placing your things down near the door.

“Jungkook?” You call, when you don’t see or hear him. You peek your head in the kitchen, then the living room, and call his name again when you can’t find him.

Before you can check the bedroom, a strained, deep voice yells, more like grunts, from the basement, “down here.”

Oh, you know that tone all too well. Someone’s being a needy boy. You smirk as you make your way down the stairs. The click of your heels announces your descent. When you reach the bottom floor, you stop, mouth salivating at the sight in front of you. Your pussy clenches hard in anticipation.

Jungkook whines, knowing you are there behind him, but not being able to see you due to being stuck facing the opposite way. In the middle of the playroom he stands, correction hangs, completely naked. His wrists are cuffed by giant chains from the ceiling and they are supporting all of his weight. His inked hands flex and his back muscles ripple as he tries to turn, fighting against his bonds to only barely graze the ground with his toes. His ass, which is framed by a lovely dark, lacy jockstrap, clenches at the strain, and the end of the glass plug stuffed inside of his ass catches the light, making it glimmer.  

Best. Birthday. Surprise. Ever.

A small sting of jealousy sits at the bottom of your stomach at the thought of your friends prepping Jungkook this way for you. You’re a selfish creature, wanting to have stripped Jungkook yourself, bent him over to stretch his tight hole with the plug, see him obediently get strung up like he is right now for you.

“M-mistress, please.”

But only you have the pleasure of hearing his delicious, needy whines.

The sounds of your heels clicking signals your continued approach. You trace a hand down his back, slowly and teasingly, with your nails scratching lightly at his skin, watching in appreciation as his back muscles twitch at your touch. Your hand moves all the way down to his ass to push down on the plug, allowing the weight to stretch out Jungkook even more, making a sweet moan fall from his lips. You wish you could see his face, how his velvet lips are parted to gasp and how his face scrunches up at each touch of pleasure.

“Now,” you purr, “how did this get in here?”

It’s hard for Jungkook to respond when you slowly move the toy out of his ass to only slip it back in and repeat. The stretch feels so good but so torturously slow. “I-I did-mmnggh I put- ahh- I put it there mistress.”

“Good boy.” Your lips are nice in sweet as you reward him with soft kisses along his back, trailing now up towards his neck. The pace of your hand pulling and pushing the toy increases, contrasting your saccharine lips.

“Ahhh yesss, mmmnngh thank you mistress.”

You let him enjoy the moment, looking around his massive frame to see his girthy, cock twitching and straining against the thin, lace underwear. It does little to hide his arousal, a dark, wet patch spreading from where the tip of his cock is shows you how ready he is to come.

The only warning Jungkook gets is a slight twitch of your lips, a smirk against his heated skin, before you pull the toy out completely. “Nooo no no no no, please, ahhhhhh.”

Jungkook’s body shakes as it seeks out his deprived orgasm. Your smirk grows as you watch his gaping hole convulse around nothing. The sound of his whines and the chains clanking as he pulls and writhes is music to your ears. Only when the rattling stops and his keens turn into ragged breaths do you make a move.

Slowly and deliberately, you walk around him, heels echoing once again. You don’t look at him as you pass, but you definitely feel his desperate gaze boring into you as you cock your hip, looking at a wall of toys. Knowing exactly which one you want to grab, you pretend to look just a couple seconds longer, just enough to drive the man behind you a little madder. You reach for the riding crop, hand tracing the handle gingerly for a moment before taking it off it’s hook. With a flick of your wrist, it snaps through the air with a swish and snap.  

A thrill goes down your spine when you turn and see your boyfriend panting and looking down at the riding crop with hooded eyes. Walking towards the hanging man, you lift the crop again to gently stroke the underside of Jungkook’s cock. He lets out an exalted sigh at the teasing touch, soaking in the attention he is getting. The end of the crop easily collects precum seeping through the thin lace underwear, and the dark leather is smeared with white.

“Look at you, such a messy boy.”

Another pitiful whine escapes Jungkook once you stop stroking him. The sound quickly turns into a yelp as you slap his balls with the riding crop. You then trail the switch down his thick, twitching thighs, and with a snap of your wrist, he’s moaning at the impact. Again and again and again you slap this thighs, turning them a delicious angry red, with the occasional attention to his balls. “AhhhAhhhAhhhooohhhnmmgh,” his moans are as sweet as honey, flavored with so much pleasure, and you are absolutely addicted to them.

You swipe at his cock again, now oozing with more precum. Lifting the crop up, you hold the end up to his lips, smearing his arousal over them. Your own arousal grows at the sight of him licking his lips, then the riding crop, hungrily cleaning up his mess. “You’re doing so good for me baby, so good.”

“Now tell me…” Gingerly, you bring the riding crop back down, using the switch to press down on his ruined panties. The flimsy fabric easily rolls down, freeing Jungkook’s hard cock. The red, weeping tip pokes at his stomach, and twitches. You continue to push the lace past his thighs, where they then fall to hang at his ankles. “What do you want me to do to you.”

This was how you got your pleasure, by giving to someone, and seeing how their body reacts to your actions. Jungkook’s mewls and trembling body hanging before you is an all-time high. Such an exquisite man, and he’s all yours to devour.

“I need you, ahhh mistress, please, I need you inside me so bad.” Your sub begs oh so prettily.

Stepping back from him, you place down the riding crop, and slowly strip in front of him. Jungkook watches, eating up each piece of revealed skin like a man starved. When your legs are revealed, he’s practically drooling at the sight of the arousal smeared on your thighs. Your underwear falls to the ground with a soft splat and you step out of them, completely naked except for your heels. Power radiates off of you as you place your hands on your hips, enjoying how your boyfriend is drinking up the sight of your body.

Once again you turn away from him to look at the arsenal of toys in front of you. This time you don’t hesitate and grab your strap on harness. You fit a nice, veiny, long purple dildo in it. It’s not your largest dildo, but it’s definitely far from being your smallest. Leisurely, you put it on, deft hands skillfully tightening the straps of the harness to a comfortable and secure fit.

The sound of Jungkook mewling has you looking over your shoulder with an arched eyebrow. His chest rises and falls rapidly from his excited breaths as he watches you finish up with the harness and reach for the anal lube. Jungkook’s eyes snap to the dildo as you turn, completely hypnotized in the movement of your hand languidly stroking it, smearing it with the thick lube. You can barely hear it, but the breathiest “fuck,” comes out of Jungkook’s pretty mouth.

“I heard that,” you shake your head with a ‘tsk’. “With your mouth so dirty,” you bend down, giving Jungkook a nice silhouette, and you pick up your discarded underwear from the floor, “you might as well hold onto this for me.”

Swaying your hips, you step back in front of Jungkook. “Open.”    

He does so immediately, and you wad the thin, wet fabric and shove it into his mouth.

“Mnghghuumph,” the sound Jungkook makes comes out a garbled mess behind his gag. He breathes in deeply through his nose as he starts to drool around the panties.

You tap his chin twice with a nefarious grin. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to fuck you so good, just like you want.”

With that, you disappear from his view and position yourself behind him. You reach your hands out to grab Jungkook’s firm ass and spread his cheeks apart, revealing his still gaping hole.

A muffled gasp leaves Jungkook once the tip of the dildo circles his rim. Slowly, you move the purple cock into him, allowing him to fully feel the friction of the toy’s veins and to ease him into the stretch. He’s writhing on the cock as much as he can, the chains rattling heavily once again as he struggles for more, but you wait patiently until he is still and the grinding of the chains stop.  

Your hands come to rest on Jungkook’s hips for leverage to keep him still. “Relax, I got you.” With a swivel of your hips, the toy stretches out Jungkook even more and he moans deeply. You start off slow, then quickly pick up a rhythm of thrusting and swiveling your hips into his. His balls smack into you as you drill into him, the sound of skin slapping against skin rings throughout the room in a delightfully sinful manner.

It doesn’t take long for Jungkook’s moans to get louder and louder. If he wasn’t gagged you are sure he would be screaming through his pleasure. You wrap a hand around his tiny waist to grab roughly at his hard cock and thrust your hips up faster and faster. With a frantic twitch, he explodes, shooting cum out of his cock and onto his chest. You keep going at your rapid pace and don’t stop until he’s nearly sobbing and the last drop of cum is milked out of his cock.

You run your lips across his back, kissing the heated skin lovingly. “You did so well for me Jungkook, so good.”

With gentle words and touches you help ease him down from his high. When you’re sure he’s back, you work on lowering him from his chains. The fucked-out man stumbles, weak from your ministrations, but you help steady him.

“How are you doing baby?” You peer down to try to look into his eyes. His sweaty hair curls down over his face.

Jungkook grunts, the underwear still in his mouth, and he gives you a shaky nod. You reach into his mouth to pull the soggy fabric out, letting it once again land on the floor with a splat.

“Thank you, mistress,” and before you can stop him, Jungkook is kneeling on the ground in front of you, looking up at you with wide eyes. “May I take care of you now?” He kisses your thigh, not once breaking eye contact. “Please.”

“Of course.” You run a hand through Jungkook’s hair, brushing it back and away from his face as he dutifully undoes your harness. Once it is off, you grab at the back of his head, pulling him closer to your core, and he eagerly follows.

Not looking away, he gives your clit a little lick before diving in, running his tongue along the length of your pussy. His tongue eagerly collects your arousal, not stopping until its completely replaced with his spit.

“Oooh, so good. Give me your fingers baby.”

Not one to disappoint, Jungkook’s fingers are instantly grazing your lower lips and two are easily slipping into your dripping cunt. You bite your lip, loving the way the artwork on his fingers dip in and out of you. His tongue is back at your clit, worshiping it, before taking it in his mouth and sucking. “Ooohh, Jungkook.”

A third finger slips in, stretching you even further. He feels so good, and “Mnnngh yes, yes!” curls his fingers just right into your g-spot.

With the way Jungkook starts snapping his wrist up into you, sucking on your clit, and looking up at you with the most loving expression has you coming undone. Your orgasm gushes out of you and down Jungkook’s tattooed arm. He keeps going, helping you ride out your orgasm until you pull on his hair once it becomes too much.

Jungkook’s face is covered in a light sheen, a mix of his spit and your cream. He licks at his swollen lips and hums happily at the taste. “Happy birthday Love.”

“I love you so much.” Leaning down, you press a kiss on his forehead. Your heart is completely smitten with this man. “So, so, so much.”

Helping him back up, you can’t help but steal a kiss on his plush lips. “Now let’s get you cleaned up, hmmm? Then order some pizza and watch a movie.”

“And cuddle on the couch?” He grins cutely and nuzzles your nose with his.

“Sounds perfect.”

[mrsackermanx]

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𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: 𝘜𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: [Name] and Jean lose themselves in an unexpectedly tender moment, right in the heat of summer...

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Praise kink, Sex, Soft Sex, Injured Jean, Creampie.

"Owwww fuck [name]!" You gasp in horror as you see a dark red shadow bleeding through the arm on Jeans shirt, blood dripping from his upper arm. From the pressure of you falling clumsily down of the tree, via your ODM, you've sliced all up his arm in your path.

"Fuck Jean I'm so so so so sorry! Does it hurt?!"

"Ahh of course." he says pretending to be mad for a moment.

"But it's fine idiot, you better be the one to patch me back up when we get back though. You know all things considered..."

You felt super guilty, he was wincing slightly and it looked painful to, you lean against him and wrap your arms around his torso, muttering a string of sorrys, his eyes soften as he looks down at you and sees how worried you are, but of course he has to tease you some more.

"She's a menace Captain!" he yells over to Captain Levi, who sighs and shakes his head at you both, while Hange laughs.

"I'm sorry." you say again for the umpteenth time.

"And I promise I will take full care of you when we get back....princess." you laugh, leaning up and flicking his forehead playfully.

"Are they?-" asks Levi to Hange, watching this display, as Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Connie and Sasha watch and laugh at the two of you.

"Nah it's just, them." chuckles Eren.

"I don't think it's anything romantic, but I know you've been giving them our good pencils Moblit!" says Hange they all laugh as he shakes his head and smiles.

"But they both enjoy drawing together, it's sweet."

"You done scowling now Horseface?" you nudge, still leaning against his chest.

"You're going to make it up to me...so yes." he leans down and whispers sexily in your ear, the base of his voice causing a throb between your legs to emerge, his hand tracing down to the small of your back, teasingly close your ass.

"Erm y-yeah I said I would." you say back nervously, in all honesty, were you attracted to Jean? Yes. We're you a little in love with him? Spending hours sketching together until sunset...sketching each other, talking, laughing, sharing secrets.

Yes.

But is he really saying what you think he is?

"No I mean..." He leans and whispers into your ear once more, you chomp your teeth down onto your bottom lip, crossing your thighs together, gripping his torso tighter, he looks down and smirks slightly seeing you flustered.

"Gimme one of your pencils and I'll really forgive you.”

"You asshole." you laugh pulling away from him and pushing him slightly, your cheeks blushing bright red from what you thought he was implying. He grabs his arm and whimpers out an exaggerated ouch-

"Ugh fine I'll think about it." you sigh, as you both walk over to your horses.

*****************

When you get back you both go straight to Jeans room.

"Fucking hell it's hot in here." you moan as he pushes open the door and you enter. The room is so full of his scent though, so it makes up for it.

"Ahhh I know right, it's the worst in the summer."

"Mmm I can imagine." you agree, going over to his desk and hovering your hands over his drawings.

"So...you gonna patch me up then-bully."

"Well I dragged your whiny ass here didn't I? Sit down over there then."

He sits crossed legged on his floor and you join him, setting down the first aid supplies you'd grabbed from the infirmary.

"Well take your shirt off." You feel yourself blushing, but try to shake it off. He looks at your shirt as he removes his, it's covered in blood and lightly damp from the summer heat, it looks uncomfortable and tight.

"Little help?" You swallow the lump in your throat and lean over and help him pull it off his slightly injured arm, he winces as you do it until you finally tug it off, your eyes casting over his frame and latching onto his perfect muscly form.

Fuck.

His chest -perfectly toned, his skin golden, soft,and silky and glistening-

"[Name], it is hot as fuck in here, you should take yours off to, if you want to." he says gently, but with a slight smirk.

Huhhhh?

"Ahh piss off I know I look sweaty okay. But ahhh Jean it's because your so hot." you laugh sarcastically, earning a chuckle from him, you both often joke like this, but the sexual tension in the room is growing shamelessly thick, and fast.

She looks hot.

"Well I'm not gonna be the only one this vulnerable [name]." he chuckles punching your shoulder with his good arm playfully.

He senses your stalling, "But of course if you don't want to I won't force you or anything stupid." He says softly, changing his tone.

"Ahh don't be silly." you say, your heart melting at him, what was the harm you are seriously hot, you remove your white shirt and reveal your skin under it, you watch as his jaw clenches. His eyes try to discreetly scan you but fail, his eyes plastered to your breasts in your rosy coloured bra, your skin looks so soft he wants to kiss it-explore it-

"Gawp much horse boy!" you tease, setting out the supplies and starting your first aid.

"Not every day I get a half-naked nurse what can I say." he winks grinning.

"You dick." you giggle, cleaning the cut and now beginning to sew it up.

"This is going to hurt but you're already doing so well okay." you soothe. He blushes as his eyes can't help but fixate on your half naked body, you look so good right now and he wants to take your bra of so bad.

"You're good at this." he gulps, feeling half of his dick beginning to harden, praying you won't notice it. You lean closer as you work, your boobs brushing his arm, making him let out a soft gasp.

"Ahh who knew you could be so nice." he blurts out, trying to distract himself from how turned on he's getting. You look up and glare at him and continue, he smiles looking at you, truthfully Jean had been in love with you for a while.

“All done." You smile, patting his leg gently, he almost looks disappointed?

"Ahh wait you're hairs a fucking mess. Ahh-" you say noticing his hairbrush on his drawers.

"Can I brush it?"

"Mmm.”

"Well I did tell you I was going to give you full princess treatment ay." you giggle, earning a sheepish smile from Jean.

He's being quiet for once?

You grab his hairbrush and sit kneeling in front of him, awkwardly leaning forwards to brush his hair, steadying yourself by resting a hand on his shoulder as your boobs bounce with every brush stroke, making his mind fill with dirty thoughts.

Fuck where do I look right now?

Did I just almost see her nipple? Fuck I'm too hard

"Hmm wait." He's sitting crossed legged so you get on his lap and straddle his thighs, you sit your crotch on top of his and feel his dick beneath you but ignore it, even as you rock back and forth against it as your body moves with every pass through his tawny brown locks. His teeth were fully gritted now, he was finding this really hard, feeling your warmth rub against him especially. And plus your boobs are literally in his face. Fuck fuck fuck.

He thought it couldn't get any worse you might definitely notice until-

"Oh my god [name] please not there.", he sighs,frowning and clamping his eyelids shut, like he was in pain. You'd placed your free hand on his inner inner thigh to steady yourself while you brushed through a particularly stubborn knot at the back of his hair.

"What? I'm just brushing your hair silly, hey I got knots to-" you say innocently before.

"Ohhhh." you both laugh, you could feel a huge boner under you now, poking against you, you rest your face against his chest, he looks so good right now, and you can feel the ripples and definition of his chest and stomach against yours and it's making you shiver. He reaches his hand out and strokes your hair as your breathing hitches against him, you wrap your arms around his torso and start to lightly stroke his back as you feel his soft breaths grazing your scalp as his chin rests in your hair.

"[Name]?”

"Mm?" you mumble pulling away and looking up at him, your cheeks are surely completely blushed right now, and you really didn't want him to see.

"You're so cute." he whispers, lightly lifting your face to his by your chin with a light pull of his finger.

"Don't mock me-" Your words are cut off when he reaches down and greets your lips, his lips are soft and make every part of your body tingle and ignite. He moves his face slowly with yours, allowing your tongues to knead together, his hand stroking tenderly at your cheek, as your lips said what your words couldn't.

You reach down and begin eagerly undoing his trousers.

'Mm wait." he pants, pulling away from the kiss, he reaches a hand around to your back and unclasps your bra, letting it fall down your torso before ripping the troublesome garment of both of your arms, and throwing it across the room triumphantly. He marvels at the sight before him,

"You're beautiful."

"Jean-"

His lips race to explore your pretty breasts-quieting you, your heart races as he kisses every part of skin on your chest, fondling your breasts, swirling his tongue around your nipples, sucking and kissing them. You let out soft little whimpers as he explores you, feeling his smirk against your chest.Your straddling thighs weaken and he gently pushes you down onto the floor, so his body is now towering above yours.

He follows down your torso with kisses, his hands grabbing on to your breasts, before pulling your trousers and underwear down and off.

He starts kissing upwards on your thighs, getting closer and closer, you feel a little self conscious and clamp your legs together, covering your face.

"No [name] let me make you feel good. Oh but I want to see you when i do though." he says sexily coming back up to your face and pinning your arms down and away your face, before kissing you again.

"Don't hide your face."

He follows back down and grabs on to your hips, wasting no time he runs a flattened tongue over your pussy.

"Damn." he groans, his eyes rolling back as he pulls away and sees a string of your clear slick wetness coming from your walls through his half lidded eyes.

"You're so sweet."

"Jean f-fuck." you moan.

"Yes that's it, moan for me." He dives his face back in between your legs, sucking at your clit powerfully grinning at your arching back, and your clenched fists finding refuge in his hair. He gets two of his fingers and massages them over your clit and opening while his tongue joins.

"Do you want me to put these in?" he grunts sexily.

"Yes-please." you pant back, he begins thrusting his fingers into you, they're so long and flexible and reach so far in they find your spot instantly. He uses them just right, the most perfect come hither motions stroking inside of you gently, while his mouth slurps and slips on your clit.

"Is this- feeling good for you?" he asks looking up at you, making you whimper seeing his face between your legs like this, his honey brown eyes looking up into yours.

"So good Jean- please don't stop."

"Oh I won't." he groans, lapping up more of your wetness with his tongue as he focuses on your clit and his fingers to bring you closer and closer to climax , until you clamp your thighs around him, your walls tightening around his fingers as you explode, feeling a rush of your warm cum melting down his fingers. You lay there breathless, your body lightly shaking from the intensity. He removes his fingers and sucks them clean, making you throb at the sight while he let out little mewls of satisfaction to your taste.

He looks up at you with his beautiful eyes again, you struggle to hold his gaze,

"You want more right? Cos I do." he smirks.

"Yeah I do." you blush reaching down to undo his trousers, he moves your hand away pinning it back above you.

"No no I mean, I want to do that again." he says softly, pushing you back down.

"Is that okay?" he asks glancing up at your confused and shocked expression.

"Mmhm." you nod biting down on your lip in anticipation.

"Then just sit back and relax okay." he smiles.

"But I want you to moan my name more this time please?

Can you do that?" he asks as he kisses at your inner thighs again, sucking lightly and leaving rosy flushed marks from his lips behind.

"Mmhm." you nod, rendered speechless, he grins at this and gets to work, lightly licking your clit with different motions, delighting as he pulls different sounds from you, mewls, moans, groans, pants, whimpers, cries.

"Jeannn." you whimper.

"Yes like that, good girl." he groans, running his face against your pussy, utilising his chin and his nose as well as his tongue, eating you with relish.

"Ohh and this time I want you to cum on my tongue so this might feel a little different."

These words go straight to your core, vibrating your pussy with their timbre, probably the hottest thing you never thought he'd say to you. He places two fingers on your clit and starts to rub them softly, while he fucks your opening with his tongue, sucking and stroking into your walls with his strong muscle determinedly, gasps and whimpers leaving your lips at the difference in sensation, he looks up and sees your face blown with pleasure and promptly quickens his pace.

"Ahh that feels good doesn't it?"

"Yesss." you practically shriek back.

"Then let me hear how good it feels." he moans, as he increases his pace even more, grabbing your hips tighter as he devours you.

"Jeannn."

"Louder."

"F-fuck Jean right there don't stop I'm gon-"

"Louder!”

"Jean!" you scream, as your entire body jolts with pleasure and you feel your orgasm pass through you from your toes to your ears, the sensations taking their time to scan through every part of you, from the careful build up of his motions. You'd never came like that before, you look down him, he's visibly breathless, he sticks his tongue out slightly to show you the glistening juices that cover it before he swallows them away and wipes the side of his lip with a grin of pride.

"Well I got my wish." he smirks.

He rips his trousers and boxers off, his huge cock springing out, you look at it in shock, it's the perfect size, pre cum is oozing from his tip and dribbling down tantalisingly over his veiny shaft.

Fuck.

You couldn't wait, you sit up and latch your lips on to it straight away, making his whole body lurch up in shock, his eyes widened at the sight of you kneeling in front of him as your head starts to bob up and down. You pass tight rings over him with your lips, at a strong pace, until you pop your lips over his head, stroking your thumb over his tip and offering him teasing licks to it, enhancing the little sensations for him. He groans at your every movement your name leaving his mouth in breathless fragments.

"Fuck [name]!"

"You're so good at this, this is the best I've ever-", you go just that little bit deeper, leaving him wordless.

"Don't hold back." you hum, feeling the vibrations against his tip make every nerve in his body sing.

He grabs on to your hair, as he sits up looking down at the side of your face, admiring how good you look sucking his cock as he sees it poke against your inner cheek, as you take him further and further. His hands pushing your face down to take him deeper and deeper.

You finally get over his full length and make deep deep passes, one after the other, each time hollowing your cheeks even tighter as his tip rests in your throat, groans and curses falling from his lips. The room filled with the sound of your light breaths, gags and soft moans- driving him wild.

"[Name] this is too good." he groans roughly, you smile up at him and go faster, using your hands along with your mouth, tugging at him with a perfect pressure while your mouth follows it with a mind blowing suction.

You go faster and faster his hand gripping into your hair with greater force as his hips lurch and twitch up eagerly to meet to your mouth, his hand in your hair suddenly pushes your head down hard choking you ,as he becomes dizzy and fixated on chasing his high, fucking your face and using you for his pleasure- and you love it.

You feel and hear him getting closer and closer above you, choked out groans of your name escaping his lips before-

"[Name]!" He releases his entire load into your mouth at once.

"Oh my god [name]. I'm so sorry-" he stops and watches in awe as you open up your mouth to show him the pool of cum resting on it, before swallowing it all.

"Don't worry, that's what I wanted." you grin.

"You taste good."

"You dirty girl." he smiles, snapping up and pinning you down by your arms again. Kissing and sucking all the sensitive parts of your neck, making you whimper under his lips.

"Would you like to fuck now?" he whispers in your ear slowly, making sure you heard every syllable.

"Yes." you moan, your voice raspy, making his cock twitch at such a sweet melody.

"Sit back, relax, and let me do all the work okay?" he whispers, gently yet firmly, pressing sweet kisses on your forehead and nose.

"Okay." you smile as he places a cute kiss to your brow bone.

He continues to relax your body as he kisses you, when he feels you calm beneath him, he grabs his shaft and begins to slide it up and down your pussy slowly, gathering up the slick wetness oozing out of you.

"I'm gonna start now okay?"

"Mm." you moan, feeling the head of his dick throbbing against you, dizzy with lust, he slowly pushes it up to your opening, gently pushing through and up into your walls, as he rolls his hips carefully and measuredly against you, kissing your collarbones as his length finally reaches and relaxes all the way inside you.

"How do I feel?" he groans deeply into your neck, as he lets out a deep breath that tickles your ear, making your head swim.

"Tell me."

"You feel so good Jean." you moan back dazedly, his words touching you just as much as his cock's ridges that are blessing and grazing all the right places against your throbbing walls.

"Am I good to move now?" he whispers, stroking your lip with his thumb, you nod and kiss his thumb to confirm.

And he starts to thrust deep and slow, every motion of his hips sending waves of deep pleasure through you, as his cock perfectly angles against the spongey spot inside you, with every stroke.

"Faster?" you whimper, wrapping your thighs around his torso moaning as you feel him get deeper, hooking your arms tightly around his neck to pull him closer.

"Look at me then [name]." he moans softly, placing his palm against your cheek and stroking your face as his thrusts get faster, causing you to moan his name over and over and over again and loving it. He looks down at your fluttering eyelids and your delicate face, watching your soft features fill contort with passion, as your boobs snap up and down to his rhythm,hitting against his chest, you are truly a sight to behold.

So beautiful-

"Your face...you're so sexy I can't believe I'm seeing you like this." he groans, every-time you moan out his name, he gets faster, his head now weakly dropping into the crook of your neck.

"Are you comfortable?"

"Yes, so give me more." you whisper, showering his neck with kisses, giving him the push he needed to go faster.

"This feels so good." you gasp.

He starts to buck his hips into you, latching his lips onto your shoulder and biting it softly while he drills into you, he's distributing his weight on you so perfectly, that his pelvis is rubbing and stimulating your clit with the same rhythm, the double stimulation making you claw at his back, and making him groan into you even more, your name falling from his lips in gratitude.

"[Name] you feel amazing."

You feel the pleasure building throughout your body, making your eyes roll back, he feels you tightening around him and lightly grabs your neck and starts to kiss you deeply and sloppily as you both near your end.

"You're taking it so well." he groans mid kiss.

"Jean I'm almost there." you moan into his lips.

"Don't worry, don't wait for me." he moans softly as he catches your bottom lip in his teeth and pulls it away gently, as you orgasm starts to blossom.Your walls clenching around his cock, as you start to lose it as you twitch beneath him, he watches in awe as you jolt and pant in pleasure below him, lost in complete bliss. Losing yourself in the moment and coming completely undone, he feels you release and tighten around him, bringing him even closer to his finish, as he watches in glee as you twitch in overstimulation, as he fucks you through your orgasm, prolonging your sweet pleasure.

"Ahhh beautiful." he moans into your neck as you feel him let go and cum inside you, it spills out as he slowly pulls out of you, the mixture of your juices falling from your twitching pussy and down your thighs. He rests down next to you and hooks an arm around your waist and chest and resting his chin against your nape, pulling you close into an embrace against his hot body.

"That was amazing and...unexpected." He smiles against your ear.

"It was." you reply, both of you breathless, some minutes pass by in each other's arms, and you manage to regain yourselves a bit more.

"Do only your best girls get fucked up there then?" you tease in laughter, pointing up at his bed.

"What the floor was fun, no?" he laughs back, attacking your neck with tickling kisses.

"Ahh it did the job." you giggle.

"We'll use it next time, but hey I deserve the praise! Not the floor, who just gave you the best time of your life with an injury?- ME." he smirks.

‘Next time’ you smile to yourself softly, containing your excitement-

"Yes Jean you did well." you mock, grinning at him.

"Cmon [name] say it like you mean it."

"How?"

"With your lips, like this, come here-"

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