#and then innocence n purity huh

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

There’s No Such Thing As Purity

(Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You and Rafe are childhood best friends and as far as he’s concerned you’re an innocent angel he needs to protect from the world. But he discovers a whole other side of you when you accidentally send him nudes that were meant for someone else. Wk: 4.9k

Warnings: Drinking/smoking weed, jealous!Rafe, posessive!Rafe, minor Jj x reader, brat taming, choking, spanking, spit kink, tiddy slapping, hair pulling, face fucking, fingering, orgasm denial, daddy kink, unprotected sex.18+MDNI!!!

A/N: this is only my second Rafe fic so pls be niiicee to me. But I love this man. I need him to own me and put me in my place. Thank you to my sweet angel @babygorewhore for listening to me rant about this, and for beta reading for me. Ilysm. Also this is based off the song “Purity” by Lilyisthatyou.

You’re not necessarily faded, but you’ve had a couple drinks and you smoked a blunt with a few of your friends when you first got here so you’re feeling a little buzzed. You check your phone and to your delight your sneaky link that you asked to meet you here had responded that he would be on his way soon. You smirk down at the screen, excusing yourself to the bathroom so you could respond to him how you really wanted to.

You close the bathroom door and pull your little crop top over your head, leaving you in just your low waisted mini skirt that you push down even further so your thong straps are on display. You stand in front of the large full length mirror on the bathroom wall, holding your phone camera up while you pose. You take a few shots, then a few more, until you're satisfied that at least a couple of them will be good enough to send. You spend a few minutes going through them before deciding on two.

One is straight on, your tits fully on display, your free hand pulling one of your thong straps up even further, and your tongue is sticking out. The second is from the side, showing the curve of your back and the top of your ass sticking out of your skirt, two fingers between your lips. You smirk, satisfied with your work. You select the two photos before typing out the text to accompany them.

“When are you getting here?😉”

In your somewhat hazy, horny state you click the most recent contact on your list and hit send. You didn’t think anything of it, since as far as you know he’s the last person that texted you. But what you failed to realize is during your little photoshoot your best friend had texted you, and you sent them to him instead. Seconds later your phone starts to ring, Rafe’s contact and a goofy photo of the two of you popping up on the screen.

“Hey, what’s up?” You answer cheerfully.

“What's up? What’s up with you? What’s up with those photos?” Rafe sounds pissed, which isn’t unlike him, but it’s very rarely directed at you.

“Photos? What’re you-?” It takes your slightly inebriated mind a second to catch up but when it does you gasp, pulling the phone away from your ear to pull up your texts. Your entire body warms and your heart feels like it’s going to fall out of your ass when you realize you sent him the photos, and not the intended recipient. “Oh god… fuck. Rafe listen, can we not make this a thing? Those weren’t for you, just delete them so we can forget this ever happened.”

“Who were they for then, huh? Also where the hell are you? I thought you were staying home tonight.” This was not good. You and Rafe have been best friends since you were kids, and he’s always been extremely protective of you, some may say overprotective. So things like guys and hookups? You keep them to yourself when it comes to him.

“Uh - I don’t see why that really matters? Can you just fucking delete them? Also I was going to stay home but then the girls convinced me to come with them to this party. You’re busy tonight anyways? I don’t know why it’s a big deal.” You huff in annoyance.

“It fucking matters because what if something happened to you? Since when do you go to parties without me anyways? You could’ve at least told me you decided to go out. Also you’re sending guys nudes now? Since when? Who is this fucker?”

“Rafe!!! You need to calm down. Seriously, we don’t have to make this a thing, okay? Just fucking delete them and go back to doing whatever it is you were doing. Please.” Your voice comes out more whiny than you mean it to, but you know he’s a sucker for your pouting so you're hoping it will calm him down a bit.

“No, seriously, answer my fucking questions.” He sneers your name into the phone and it sends chills down your spine. He’s been irritated with you before, of course. But never talked to you like this and you have to admit that it’s doing something to you. You’ve always wanted him, but he’s always seen you as this precious angel he needs to protect, innocent. When truly? You’re anything but. You go to parties without him when he’s busy all the time, and as far as your innocence? That was long gone.

“Oh my god. I already told you, I’m at a fucking party, okay? I’m here with my friends. You’re acting like I’ve never gone to a party without you or like I’m a child that needs to be watched and you’re honestly being really dramatic.” Rafe is taken back by your tone. You’re normally so soft and cheerful with him. But right now? You were acting like a fucking brat.

“At a party, where? And you still didn’t answer my other question. Who. Were. The. Pictures. For?” You can tell he’s pacing the room and running his fingers through his hair with his nostrils flared. The image makes your thighs clench. You’ve always fantasized about Rafe putting you in your place, he treats you like a princess, lets you do whatever you want. Granted you’re usually very sweet to him, but tonight? You’re wondering how far you can push him before he finally snaps. “You know you share your location with me, right? I can just fucking look myself if you don’t wanna tell me.”

“Jesus Christ, Rafe! It’s at Matt’s house! Are you happy? I’m still on figure 8, literally a few blocks from my house!! And as far as who the pictures were for? Just a guy, okay? I don’t know why the specifics matter. It’s almost like you’re jealous or something.” You tried to hold it in, you really did, but you’ve been holding back from saying that for years. It was like he didn’t want any guys near you, but he never did anything about it himself and you were over it.

“What if I am?” He practically growls into the phone and that wasn’t the response you were expecting. You had never brought up his possessiveness until now, but other people had and he always said something along the lines of ‘I’m not fuckin’ jealous, it’s just no man is good enough for my best friend’ and it always made your heart deflate, just a bit.

“Are you?”

“Just fucking stay there, alright? I’m coming to get you.” He doesn’t wait for you to respond, the line going dead. Your text notification goes off, the guy who you meant to send the photos to letting you know he arrived at the party. Suddenly you feel shockingly sober.

You take a deep breath to collect your thoughts. You have two options here. Option one, hide in the bathroom until Rafe gets here and then leave with him, totally avoiding any further drama for the night. Or, option two, you could go out there, and when Rafe gets here, you could see if he really is jealous… Fuck it. You pull your shirt over your head, look in the mirror to check your hair, and exit the bathroom.

You weave through the sweaty bodies in the living room and head out back to where your date said he would be waiting for you. Your eye’s scan the patio, searching for those blonde locks. Your eye’s meet smug blue ones, a cocky smirk on his lips. Yeah, Rafe was absolutely going to lose his shit when he found out those photos were meant for none other than Jj Maybank. Probably one of the last people on earth he would want you fucking around with. But you ran into him at a party a few weeks ago, hooked up with him in a random bedroom, and you’re not ashamed to say you’ve gone back for seconds. And thirds. And forths too. It’s not your fault it was the best dick you’ve ever had in your life.

“Hey princess, how’s a goin’?” He approaches you, his eyes unabashedly roaming your curves in your little party outfit. He brings his thumb to your bottom lip, running across it before leaning in close so his lips brush your ear. “You look good enough to eat.”

“Yeah? Maybe you’ll get to try a bite later.” You lean back so you can look up into his eyes, biting your lip. For a second you almost forget all about the Rafe dibocle, getting lost in Jj’s now familiar, fresh, but still somehow musky scent and those eyes that remind you of the ocean water that surrounds your home. But you couldn’t forget about Rafe for long. Your feelings for Jj are so incredibly surface level compared to the feelings you have for him. “You wanna get a drink? And dance?”

“Sure thing, pretty girl.” He winks at you, throwing an arm over your shoulder.

After you take a shot together you drag him out onto the makeshift dance floor Matt set up on his parents back patio. You start to sway your hips to the music that booms from the large speakers that were set up around the area and Jj hungrily eyes your curves. He pulls a joint from behind his ear, raising it between the two of you with his eyebrow cocked and you nod in response.

You continue to sway, turning your back towards Jj so you can rub your ass against him. He pops the joint in his mouth, turning his head to the side so he can use one hand to light it, his other hand coming down to grab onto your hip. His fingertips graze the skin above your skirt and it gives you goosebumps. After he takes a few puffs off the joint he holds it to your mouth, his skin grazing your soft lips. You turn your head over your shoulder to blow the smoke in his mouth and he takes the hint immediately connecting his lips with yours. But before you can even fully shotgun the hit to him your entire body is suddenly ripped away from his, a large hand pulling you by your forearm.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT? HUH? WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE FUCKIN’ DOING?” Rafe’s voice bellows over the music as he pulls you towards him, causing you to trip and fall into his chest.

“Rafe, I’m just having fun, you need to chill. Seriously.” You push against him but he uses the hold he still has on your arm to pull you closer. His free hand comes up to your jaw, gripping it roughly, forcing you to look up at him.

“I need to chill? Are you fuckin’ joking? Is this who those pictures were for? This dirty fuckin’ pouge? Are you fucking him?” His eyes hold a fire that’s never been directed towards you, and logically you should be pissed, you should slap him across the face for acting like this. But instead you feel your panties get even wetter under his angry gaze, the feeling of his hand on your jaw making your knees weak.

“Hey bro, you need to back the fuck off! She told you to chill, get off her!” Jj tries to grab onto your free hand but Rafe doesn’t allow it, he grips onto your hips, using his hold on you to push you to the other side of him, away from Jj.

“You’re the one that needs to fuck off bro.” Rafe gets in his face, his nostrils flared, his eyes filled with rage. “Keep your dirty fuckin hands off my girl, fuckin’ pouge trash.”

“Your girl, huh? She didn’t seem like she was your girl when she was beggin’ me to let her cum last weekend.” Jj smirks, his eyes boring right back into the taller man’s. Rafe growls, using all his force to push him so hard he falls to the ground.

“Yeah bitch, my fucking girl. Stay the fuck away from her or I’ll beat your ass so bad they won’t be able to identify you when you get to the fucking hospital.” He spits on the ground in front of the blonde’s feet before turning back to you with his jaw and fists clenched. “Bathroom. Now.”

You stare up at him with wide eyes, speechless. My girl. My girl. My girl. Replaying like a mantra in your head. After a few seconds of you standing there like a deer caught in the headlights, Rafe lost his patience. He swiftly closed the few foot gap between you, his large ringed hand gripping the back of your neck. He bends down so his face is level with yours, blue eyes filled with fire staring down at you.

“I said. Bathroom. Now. Start fucking walking.” He practically growls when he says it and you have to hold in a whimper. The hand on your neck glides down to your shoulder, turning you away from him without giving you a chance to respond. You have half a mind to talk back to him. But he seems like he’s two seconds away from turning around and taking his anger out on Jj and you’ve definitely done enough damage in that department for the night, so you start walking.

“Take me to the bathroom you took those little pictures in.” You squeal when halfway down the hall Rafe grabs onto your hair from behind you, pulling your head back against his chest. He’s looking down at you hungrily, his tongue running across his bottom lip. “I wanna take some pictures of my own.”

As soon as the bathroom door is shut he’s on you, shoving you up against it by your throat, his lips smashing against yours in a bruising kiss. He slips his tongue into your mouth using it to dominate your own. Just when you feel yourself start to get lost in it he pulls away, a pout forming in your lips.

“Seriously, what the hell has gotten into, Bunny? Where’s my sweet little innocent best friend? Cause this girl I’ve seen tonight, she’s certainly not her.” He looms over you, the look in his eyes is wild, he looks like he wants to devour you and god you’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t let him do just about anything to you right now.

“Maybe there’s a side of me you don’t know about, ever thought of that?” The smirk that spreads across your lips is seductive, the look in your eyes mischievous. “You do know I have a life outside of you, right?”

“No fucking shit, I know that. But this is not something I’d expect out of you. Going to parties dressed like that, smoking weed, grinding on pouges.” He snarls at the last part, the hand around your throat tightening slightly. He pushes your legs apart with his foot and shoves his knee between your thighs, pressing it up against your wet clothed core. You try to hold in the moan that escapes you but your body betrays you. “I’m only going to ask you this one more time, was he bullshitting me out there or did you fuck him?”

“Yeah I fucked him, more than once.” That Cheshire smirk reappears on your lips and he wants nothing more than to wipe it off. He releases your throat to grip your jaw, pinching your cheeks together.

“You lost your virginity to a fuckin’ pouge? You let him inside of you? When I’m the only one who's supposed to touch you? Bet he didn’t even make you cum.” He shakes your head from side to side, grinding his knee up into your cunt. You really don’t want to give into him just yet, but you’re losing your resolve quicker with every passing minute.

“HA! My virginity? I hate to break it to you Rafey, but that ship sailed back in highschool. And as far as him making me cum? Say what you want about the pouges but that’s the best dick I’ve ever had.”

“Yeah? Not for fuckin’ long.” He walks over to stand in front of the mirror you had your impromptu photoshoot in. He turns to the side, looking you dead in the eyes as snaps his fingers, his long pointer finger directed towards the ground.

“Are you serious?” You scoff, crossing your arms in defiance. “I’m not sucking you off.”

You absolutely were going to suck him off, but he didn’t need to know that, yet. You were having fun toying with him and getting him worked up.

“Really? Cause I think you want to. I think you did all of this on fuckin purpose to get me going. Come over here and get on your fucking knees for me, bunny. I know you want it.” He smirks, his hands reaching for the button on his shorts. He pulls his cock out and your eyes grow wide, your mouth dropping open. You can’t even hide the look of awe on your face at the sight of his thick cock. It’s almost subconscious the way your feet carry you forward towards him. You approach him, looking up at him through your lashes. His hands grip your shoulders, pushing you down to your knees in front of him. “Take that fucking shirt off.”

You rip your shirt over your head and as soon as it’s off he leans down to grab onto your tits, squeezing them roughly.

“Perfect fuckin’ tits, and they’re all mine huh?” He pulls back and abruptly his large hands smack down on both your tits causing you to let out a yelp. “Say it, say they’re mine.” Two more smacks come in succession.

“They’re yours Rafe, always been yours.” You look at him with big wide eyes and your lips set into a pout. You almost look like his innocent best friend again, but he knows better now.

“Open your fucking mouth, slut. Stick your tongue out.” He takes his cock in his hand, stroking it.

As soon as your tongue leaves your mouth Rafe is smacking the tip of his cock against it. Salty precum hits your tongue and you moan at the taste. His free hand gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail, wrenching your head back so you’re looking at him.

“You done being a fuckin’ brat now? Gonna let me show you who you really belong to?”

“Uh-huh, yeah.” You nod to the best of your ability, all resolve you had left leaving your body. You’re already starting to feel fucked out and he hasn’t even really touched you yet.

“Did I say you could close your mouth? Open.” You stick your tongue out for him again and he leans down to spit on it. “Swallow… Good bunny.”

He pats your cheek and tilts your head back towards his cock. You immediately take his head into your awaiting mouth. You start to swirl your tongue around the tip but Rafe isn’t having it, he’s done with your teasing.

“Just fuckin’ sit still and relax your throat, let me use you like the whore you’ve been acting like all night.” He takes both sides of your head in his hands and thrusts deep into your throat, causing you to gag. “That's it baby, fucking choke on it.”

He starts to fuck into your mouth deep and hard, giving you no time to adjust. You look up at him and his head is thrown back, feral moans leave his lips and his chest is heaving. He pulls your head back, looking down at you. He feels like he’s gonna cum when he does. There’s a string of spit connected from your mouth to his cock, your mascara is running, more drool is dripping down your chin and onto your tits.

“Where’s your phone?” He growls.

“In my purse, probably on the floor by the door where I dropped it when you jumped me.” He rolls his eyes at your attitude, walking over to your purse to pull your phone out. He stands over you again, opening the camera.

“Keep sucking.”

You lean forward and take him back in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down on his dick. You decide you’re going to show him what you’re really made of. One of your hands grabs the base of his cock, stroking what isn’t down your throat, the other comes up to his spit slick balls, rolling them in your palm.

“Fuck. You really are a little slut, sucking me off like it’s your fuckin’ job. You wanna act like a whore? I’ll treat you like one. You wanna send out slutty little pictures to trash from the cut? I’ll help you out with that.” He turns the camera toward the mirror adjacent to where you were standing and snaps a picture of the two of you. Then he flips it towards your face and takes another. “Alright. Get up. Bend your ass over the sink.”

You scramble to your feet and lean down so your upper half is against the counter, your ass and hips in the air. The marble countertop is cool against your bare tits and your skirt rides up over your ass, revealing your little lilac colored thong with a dark spot right in the middle. Rafe groans at the sight, walking up behind you while he pulls his shirt over his head. You tilt your chin up so you can lock eyes with him in the mirror, clenching around nothing at the sight of him standing over your shirtless.

“Look how wet that slutty little pussy is already, all this just from sucking my cock?” He grabs the bottom hem of your skirt forcefully pushing it up over your hips. His hands grip the meat of your ass, spreading your cheeks. One of his long fingers hooks under the thin lace that sits snugly between your ass, pulling it back as far as it can go before letting go. It snaps against your pussy deliciously, making you whimper. “I’ve always wanted to get my hands on this ass. Never thought it’d be like this though, not the first time at least.”

“How’d you think it would be then?” You look over your shoulder at him and he looks like a lion that caught its prey. He doesn’t break eye contact with you when his hand comes down on your ass, once, twice, three times.

“For one, I didn’t think you’d be such a fucking brat. My sweet little bunny. Always acting so innocent. Thought I’d have to be all gentle with you and shit. If I knew you were such a little cock slut I would’ve done this a long time ago.” He spanks you again, but this time it comes from below, the smack hitting your wet lace covered cunt. His fingers hook into your panties, ripping them down your legs. He runs his fingers through your slit, circling around your clit but not never actually touching it. “Look at this fucking pussy, looks so fucking sweet.”

“Please stop teasing me, Rafey.” You whine.

“Please stop teasing me, Rafey.” He mocks, and you think he’s going to keep torturing you but two thick fingers are suddenly being shoved knuckle deep inside you.

“Oh, fuck!” His fingers start fucking you at a brutal pace, this thumb coming down to finally circle your slick covered clit. His free hand comes down on your ass again and it makes you clench around him.

“Whose pussy is this?” Rafe leans over you, his large frame caging your smaller one against the counter top, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “Tell me who fucking owns you.”

“You, you own me, daddy. I’m all yours.” He straight up growls in response, his fingers fuck into you impossibly faster and his lips latch onto your neck, surely sucking a bruise into it. Marking his territory. Your walls start to pulse around him and he can tell you’re getting close.

“You gonna cum? Gonna be a good little girl and cum for your daddy?”

“Yeah I’m gonna - I’m gonna fucking cum.” You push your hips back, fucking yourself against his hand. You're about to tumble over the edge when it’s suddenly ripped away from you, Rafe pulling his fingers out of you.

“Rafe! What the fuck! I was about to cum!” You push yourself up on your hands so you can glare at him in the mirror. He smirks back at you, taking the fingers that were inside you into his mouth with a groan.

“That’s what you get for acting like a fucking brat. Besides, if you’re gonna cum, it’s gonna be on my fuckin’ cock.” He pushes you back down by the back of your head, smushing your cheek against the counter. He lines his cock up with your entrance, fully inserting himself inside you in one thrust. “Oh shiiiit, you’re so fuckin’ tight bunny. Always knew you would be.”

“Oh my goddddd.” Your eyes roll back and drool drips down the corner of your mouth onto the marble from the way he has your cheeks pressed together with his hand. He’s huge and the stretch burns so good.

“Yeah, that’s a good little slut, take this fuckin’ dick baby.” His hand travels down your back, gripping your ass harshly before gripping onto your hips. He’s fucking you so hard the sound of your hips slapping together echoes through the large bathroom and his balls are hitting your clit with every thrust. “Your little pouge still the best dick you ever had?”

“N - no, you’re the best I’ve ever had daddy, you’re filling me up so good, feels so good.” Rafe reaches into his back pocket for your phone, using his other hand to pull your ass apart for the perfect view of his cock buried deep inside you.

“I think we should show him how good I make you feel, baby. Show him you really are my girl. From now on the only slutty pictures of you are either going to be taken for me or by me, got it?”

“Yes daddy, I got it. I’m yours, only yours.” He snaps a few photos before setting the phone down on the counter. He grabs onto the back of your neck, pulling your head up so you can see in the mirror.

“Look at yourself, look at what a little slut you are for my cock. Is that fucking drool?” He laughs condescendingly, a smug smirk spread across his lips.

You look at yourself in the mirror, your makeup is running down your cheeks, your hair is a disaster from how Rafe had been tugging on it, and there was in fact, drool dripping down your chin to your chest. Your eyes travel up to Rafe and you feel like you’re going to cum right then and there. His hair is hanging in his eyes slightly but you can see them enough that the look he gives you in the mirror makes your head spin. His toned chest is covered in a thin layer of sweat and the feral moans leaving him are your new favorite sound. His hand grabs onto the front of your throat, pulling you up so your back is against his chest. The new angel has him hitting deeper and you feel that coil in your belly starting to wind up again.

“Fuck daddy, I’m gonna cum, feels so good, please let me cum.” You reach behind you, threading your fingers into his hair while you push your hips back against his.

“Look who can be a good girl after all, asking me to cum without me even having to tell you? That’s such a good little bunny. Go on then, cum for daddy.” His fingers find your clit and it sends you over the edge, your walls tightening around him. “That’s it, fuckin’ cum on my cock.”

He fucks you through it before chasing his own high. Pushing you back down on the counter by your lower back, he grips onto your hips, and drills into you harder than ever.

“This is the best pussy I’ve ever had, this is my fucking pussy, you’re mine. I’m gonna fill you up so full of my cum you’re going to have to walk out of this party with it dripping down your legs.”

“Fuck yes daddy, fucking fill me up, please? Want your cum.” The sound of you begging for his release does him in. Just a few more rough thrusts and he’s pushing his hips flush against your own, pumping his cum deep inside of you. He pulls out and grabs onto your asscheeks, pulling them apart so some of the cum would seep out.

“Don’t fucking move.” He grabs your phone off the counter and takes a few shots of your puffy pussy dripping with his cum. “Good girl.”

He grabs onto your shoulders, pulling you up and flipping you towards him in one swift motion. He grips your face in his hands, kissing you rough and wet and possessively. He pulls away and tucks himself back into his shorts before looking at your phone again, he goes into your texts with Jj and selects the photos he just took, typing out a message and hitting send with a satisfied smirk on his face.

“Told you she was my girl.”

[xzaddyzanakinx]

Study Buddy pt 2

Stepdad!Anakin Skywalker x femme reader

18+ MDNI

Warnings: heavy breeding kink, cheating, stepcest/inappropriate relationships, unprotected PiV, condescending/demeaning tone, manipulation, gaslighting, age-gap, medication/medication alterations, baby trapping, ddlg, innocence/purity kink, praise, reader is over 18

Info: reader acts more innocent/naive than they are, Anakin is just a little bit evil but in a kind of tee-hee he’s so cheeky way, trophy wife? yes please, princess treatment forever

🕊 dead dove do not eat 🕊

“What?” You asked with your head in a confused tilt.

A blank look glazed over your face as you tried to connect the scattered dots. The post-haze of your orgasm was making your brain fuzzy, Anakin’s cock still buried in your puffy pink pussy wasn’t helping keep your train of thought on its track either.

“Wait. No I’m on birth control.” You shook your head and laughed, he must’ve forgotten.

“Oh, silly girl.” He tsk’d, his hands gripping your thighs. With a low and rumbling chuckle he began tracing slow circles around your bellybutton before slipping between your legs, his thumb teasing your swollen clit.

"You're mine now, aren't you?” He asked sweetly, accompanied by a little kiss to your forehead that had your heart fluttering.

“Anything I want you’ll give me… won’t you?”

“Anything?” You parroted back at him, glancing down to his hand between your legs. “It’s only fair, you do get me anything I want.”

“That I do princess.” He grinned. “Anything for my girl.”

Anakin's eyes bore into yours, a heated gaze of possession. He leaned closer, his breath hot against your neck, his lips brushing against your earlobe.

“My princess gets everything she wants… so it’d only be right if you gave me this one thing wouldn’t it?” He asked, kissing the softness beneath your jaw.

You couldn’t argue with that logic. That was a solid deal. One little request of his compared to the lifetime of spoiling he’d given to you… that was a steal. Besides, you’d always wanted to be a mother, it might as well be now shouldn’t it? Anakin loved you, you loved Anakin, and your mom always said- wait.

“But what about-“ You started.

“Shh, no don’t worry about anything else okay?” He silenced you with a kiss.

“I’ll take care of everything. Just like I take care of you princess.”

His lips trailed down your neck, his strong hand massaging the squishy flesh of your waist and rocking you on his half-hard cock.

“You want to be with me don’t you babydoll?” He breathed out.

“Of course I do Ani.” You whispered, unable to think clearly, not that it would matter if you could.

“That's a good girl." He praised, sucking lightly before biting down ever so slightly, drawing out a moan from you. His hand moved lower, massaging and rubbing your ass cheek, squeezing and kneading gently.

“You trust me don’t you sweetheart?”

“Uh-huh.” You nodded, starting to slide up and down his cock as it grew harder inside your cum-coated walls.

“And you know I only do things to make you happy, keep you safe… only ever things that are good for you right?” He asked while pinching and rolling your clit between his thumb and forefinger, the one little movement sending a *zap* straight to your brain.

“I know Ani.” You mumbled, leaning in to kiss him.

He chuckled, smoothing your hair from your pretty face, peppering your soft skin with sweet chaste kisses.

“N’ you trusted your daddy enough to help you with your medicine every night didn’t you?” He asked, slowly moving you both so that you laid flat on your back with your lower half held up by his muscled arms.

“Yeah I did- do I mean.” You nodded, eyes fluttering shut while your bottom lip was trapped between his teeth. The change of position was a heavenly new angle. His massive palms on each ass cheek, keeping your lower half suspended so he could kneel between your legs.

“Yeah you do don’t you pretty girl?" Anakin chuckled, his voice rich and deep.

“Cause you’re alittle forgetful right?” He teased, and you nodded with a giggle.

“So my girl didn’t even notice when I stopped giving her that little pill huh?” He cooed, not giving you time to think before sucking his thumb and covering it in spit to swipe over your hardened nipples.

“N-no I didn’t.” You gasped, eyes rolling back in your head at the dizzying stimulation.

“That’s right baby. Just another reason for you to let me take care of you right sweetheart?” He said, his voice honey smooth.

“Y-yeah Ani.” You nodded. He was right. You could hardly keep up with your own things, let alone remember to do something like taking your medicines. You couldn’t even do your homework by yourself, you needed him, he took care of you.

"That's a good girl." He praised, his hand moving back to support your weight as he began to thrust harder into you, his hips slapping against yours in a rhythmic beat.

"Open your eyes and look at me." His command broke through your haze of pleasure, and you did as he asked.

"Isn’t it nice? Knowing it’s all taken care of for you?" He asked, his breath coming out in short, ragged gasps.

You felt your stomach tighten up, your hands smacking the carpeted floor and searching for something to hold onto. “Y-yeah Ani… I- I think I’m gonna- oh gods.”

“I know baby, I know.” He said, low and soothing as he rocked into you.

“You need me to make you cum don’t you?” He smiled softly. “I will doll, don’t worry. I’ll take care of you in every way. Always.”

“Treat you just like the princess you are m’kay?” He moaned, his forehead resting on yours as you whined and wrapped your legs around his waist, crossing your ankles to rest just above his ass. “Gonna fuck you full alright baby?”

“Gods… please?” You whined, nodding your head. “I want you to… please I want your cum.”

“Damn right you do.” He groaned, a triumphant grin on his lips.

“Gonna make you the prettiest little mommy.” His hips stuttered, resuming his previous quick circling of your clit with his calloused thumb. “that’s it, come on sweetheart I feel it. I know you wanna cum don’t you?”

“Yes!” You cried out, back arching, legs shaking as you squeezed his cock, your pussy fluttering.

"That's it baby girl." Anakin growled, his grip on your hips tightening as he pounded into you harder, faster. "Cum for your daddy."

His cockhead slammed against your G-spot relentlessly, the thick tip brushing against every ridge along the way.

"You're so fucking tight, so goddamn tight." Anakin groaned, his eyes glazed over with lust as he neared his own climax. “Like I’m fuckin’ a vice when you squeeze me like that baby.”

“Fuck. God you’re so fuckin’-“ He cut himself off with a low groan, his hips flush to yours “take my cum baby, damnit”

You felt his cock twitch, leaking hot semen deep inside you, rope after rope painting your walls a creamy white.

Anakin’s breath was shaky as he rocked into you slowly, like he was trying his damndest to massage every bit of his essence into your used and abused cunt.

“You’re so pretty.” He breathed out, looking down at you with a crooked grin. “you know that? All red in the face, panting, cute little fucked out cunt…” He let out a chuckle.

“You feeling okay doll?” He asked, gently swiping some drool from the corner of your mouth with his thumb and bringing it to his mouth to lick off.

“M’ feeling perfect.” You sighed, too exhausted to move.

“Good.” He laughed. “I need you to stay right here okay? Don’t move.”

He slowly slid out, dripping cum and juices onto the floor beneath you. Taking great care in propping up your hips with a few pillows. He slipped his boxers back on and patted your tummy before walking to the kitchen.

“You gotta lay just like that for at least 30 minutes okay? Gotta make sure all that hard work sticks don’t we?” He teased.

You giggled, blissful and giddy in your after-orgasm glow. Anakin came back with a water for you, helping you prop yourself up on your elbow to take a sip.

“Here, you need one of these everyday now okay?” He showed you a large bottle of gummy vitamins. “You go ahead and take one now, I know you’re picky. So let’s see if you like these ones and if not I’ll get you some different ones.” He smiled, popping one of them into your mouth.

They were a bit tangy, but overall not terrible. You gave him a thumbs up and swallowed the rest of the vitamin before letting yourself collapse back onto the floor. Thankful that you were naked and equally thankful Anakin had the forethought to turn on the overhead fan when he’d gotten up.

“Do you need anything doll?” Anakin asked sitting down near your head and picking it up gently to rest on his thigh, carding his fingers through your hair.

“Mmm… no.” You sighed, leaning into his loving touch. One hand of yours reaching above and behind your head to run your fingers along his bicep.

“Alright sweet girl. You just relax okay?” He beamed down at you, pride etched in every line on his handsome face.

He flipped on the Tv, searching through the different channels until he settled in a shared favorite of yours. A true crime drama, The First 48.

“Oh hell yeah this one’s new.” He said setting the remote to the side.

‘Oh that’s nice.’ You thought as you turned your head to watch along with him. ‘They usually only show new episodes at 5:00… 5:00?’ Your eyes flew open.

“Wait…” You thought for a second, looking over at the clock. “Moms gonna be home in like 10 minutes Anakin!”

“Huh, would you look at that.” He said calmly, a tiny smirk curling his top lip as he heard a car door slam shut. “I think she’s home early.”

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖗 𝕷𝖆𝖒𝖇 - 𝖍𝖍 𝖝 𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 - 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 Ⅰ : 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆

Prologue Chapter 3.5

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Lamb (noun) - a young sheep.

In biblical scriptures, the lamb is supposed to represent Christ as suffering and triumph. Lambs are also commonly referred to as sacrificial animals. But can also symbolize innocence, purity, and forgiveness.

The wind whirled gently, as the sun began to awaken. Signifying a new day, as all of the residents of heaven were already going on about their day. One without any hardships or disappointment, as bad days don't exist in heaven and there never will be. All the angels were up.

Except one.

Soft snores could be heard echoing throughout the luxurious bedroom, the white and light blue colored walls, with accented golden windows, you'd think it'd be a bit bright to sleep in this room. Well, not if you're as tired as Y/n.

Which you were, since you are him.

You nuzzled into the soft velvety pillow, as you continued to sleep. A small a bit of drool running down the corner of your mouth.

Ah, you lucky bitch, you know the sleep is good if you're drooling.

Skelly laid at the end of your bed, curled up against the head, as he also snored softly. A small snot bubble rising from his nose everytime he exhaled.

Sucks, you can't sleep forever.

"Y-.....w.....e....u.."

Your lamb ears flicked a bit, at the sound of your name being called but you simply shuffled your position on your bed, and resumed your sleep. 

"Y/n..."  you heard a familiar voice call.

"Nooo~ Alucard you can't put your hand there...hehehee." You chuckled almost drunkenly, in your sleep.

"Y/n, it's 8:30...we're already an hour behind schedule"

At this, you managed to crack one eye open. "Huh..?" You croaked out, tiredly. As you began to go over the information that had just been fed to you in your head.

'8:30....hour behind schedule'

Your eyes suddenly shot open, as you jolted up into a sitting position. Scaring the shit out of Skelly, as he fell to the ground at your fast movements.

  "8:30?!?!?" You screamed, leaping out of bed. "IMLATEIMLATEIMLATE-" you immediately, rushed to the bathroom to try and ready yourself.

"It's fucking 6:30...." you deadpanned, as you sat in front of your vanity, as multiple sets of hands began to do your make up and tame your wild hair.

"Blame it on yourself, for why we had to wake you up so early. Everytime we wake you up at 7 you somehow always manage to be late..also cursing? Prince Y/n, you know that's a sin right? Your sisters would go crazy" a feminine and graceful  voice said teasingly, it belong to your make up artist, named Miko. She was pastel purple and white Angel, she resembled a secretary bird. You remembered seeing one once, on your secret expeditions to earth. They were goregous, and so was Miko. Her attire was extravagant, it matched the heavenly color scheme of white, blue and gold, but added in some new colors. Which, you appreciated. Honestly you were getting sick, of all the white.

"Hmph, well so is lying.." you muttered, sarcastically.

"He got you there Miko.." a masculine voice chuckled. That voice belonged to your hair stylist, Elijah. He was an Angel that resembled his human self in his past life. Except his skin was now tinted a purple undertone, his pinkish hair was styled in twists, and his gold colored freckles littered his face. He still retained his New York styles street wear fashion, in heaven.  You would have thought he was human if he didn't have. heart shaped antennas sticking out of his head, as well as a halo and a pair of wings.

Miko rolled her eyes, "shut up, you wanna talk about sinning? How about your outfit? Girl, those colors are clashing with your eyes.." 

Elijah gasped dramatically, as he placed a hand on his chest. "Oh, you don't even wanna go there. Ms. Trashy blend" he snaps back.

"Excuse me? That blend was beautiful!"

"Girl please, all you ended up doing is making yourself look like a shitty Christmas tree"

" all because I used green and red?"

"You used the brightest red possible, I thought your ass was about to glow in the dark"

"Oh you-"

"Ladies, ladies" you finally butted in. "You're both ugly, let's quiet down"

They both went silent, glancing at each other before speaking up.

"Course you'd know about ugly y/n"

"Hey!" You huffed.

"Remember last year when he decided to get bangs?" Elijah snickered.

"Remember?! I cant forget it!" Miko replied, laughing. You crossed your arms, as you pouted.

"They weren't THAT bad"

"Honey, you looked like Will Byers from stranger things with that fuck ass little Bob of yours"

Miko bursted out laughing, holding her stomach as she stumbled back a bit. Elijah laughed along with her, as he leaned against her.  While you sat their, cheeks flushed in embarrassment with a pout on your face. Though you struggled to keep your pout, since that was pretty funny.

"Ugh whatever, whatever" you rolled your eyes playfully. "Just finish getting me ready, before I have you all sent into the firey pits of hell" you scoffed, pointing your nose up snobbishly. Exaggerating your voice in a British accent.

"Oh yes sir!"

"Of course, your majesty!"  They both played along, acting meek as they copied a British accent.

"Just don't hurt me your highness! I need my 15 shillings to feed my family!" Elijah cried, dramatically.

"Then work faster peasants, chop chop!" You huffed, clapping your hands to insinuate how 'serious' you were.

Soon enough, you were ready for the day, your hair styled, your makeup done, and Elijah was currently done firring your clothes.

"Does his majesty, find his wardrobe to his liking?" Miko asked, in her fake British accent.

"It is adequate ." You replied, before you dropped the act smiling sincerely. "I look great, thank you both." You reply.  "You both are like the greatest make up and hair stylist in heaven"

Miko rolls her eyes playfully, " We know, babe" she teased.

You sighed as you stood up, "Y'know you two don't have to go all out on me all the time. I barely leave the castle"

"And who's fault is that?" Elijah asked, giving you a knowing look. "If you weren't always trying to sneak down to hell, maybe Sera would actually let you out more". You frowned, groaning.

"Ugh! I know! But still, that doesn't give her the right to keep me couped up in here! What am I? Rapunzel?" You replied, sarcastically.

"I mean you got the naivety, ditziness, and stubborn attitude all you need to do is grow your hair out and run around barefoot." Miko says, as she began to pack away her make up kit.

"Har har har.." you scoffed, "I am not running around with my hooves out"

"What Miko is trying to say" Elijah butted in. "Is that we want to go all out on you, your our friend boo. You deserve it"

Miko hums, "Yeah, plus why does it matter? Ugh, don't tell me you're worried Adam is gonna call you gay again just cause you wear make up..."

You puffed out her cheeks, as your form stiffened. "No! Of course not! I don't care what Adam thinks! He's just some guy who didn't age out of his  frat boy jock stage. Which is weird...since he wasn't even alive when frats or jocks were a thing...but you get the point."

"Anyways we're heading out.." Elijah says, as he wraps an arm around Milo's neck. "We're meeting up with Molly for smoothies later.."

Your smile dropped, "smoothies? Ugh! Lucky! I wish I could go...but I have to do stupid royal stuff.." your crossed your arms. "Wait? Smoothies now? Isn't it a bit too early?"

Miko shrugged, "we're in heaven baby, it's never to late for smoothies". You rose a brow, narrowing your eyes.

"Elijah doesn't even have any sugar till past 12-" your eyes widened in realization. "Oh you assholes, you two are ditching me before Lia-!"

Just like that, your bedroom door, slammed open. Scaring Skelly, who was fast asleep on your window sill, causing him to fall once more. There stood another Angel, he had one giant golden eye, no mouth, and whispy purplish blue flame hair. He wore a fancy suit with a sweater vest, all in blue white and gold.

"Prince Y/n! You're late! Late late!" He called out, rushing over to you. Unfortunately for you, he was an inch or two taller than you.

"Good morning, Liam.." you spoke, flashing a nervous smile before glancing past him over towards Elijah and Miko. Your smile dropping, as you narrowed your eyes at them. As they both blew you kisses and waves before they rushed out the door.

You sighed, before turning to look back at the rambling Angel in front of you. "You have so many things to get done today, are you ready Prince Y/n?" he summoned a scroll into his hand.  Your shoulders dropped, you were truly getting tired of this routine. But you put on a brave face, as you nodded.

"Ready as I'll ever be ."

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Little authors note here, y'all are free to interpret Y/ns lamb design in anyway you want. He can be a full on furry/ anthro creature  like Husk or Angel Dust. Or he could be like alastor and Charlie and just have animal characteristics like ears/hooves/ horns etc. but they maintain a relatively human appearance. It's up to y'all <33 it doesn't affect the story in anyway. I just mention Y/n has hooves cause he canonically does.

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Hey ☆

Can i request a short headcanon of the golden dawn and black bulls sometimes being shocked and amused by asta and yubo's obliviousness or flusteredness to adult topics.(yknow..cause they grew up in a church).And they find it cute and even admiral of how they both wear purity rings

HEY HEY HEY ! Guess who got her little ass up and writing again. Who knows whether this momentum is a spurt of energy or it will continue again, let's see...

Characters: Golden Dawns & Black Bulls members tw: dirty jokes, but they're pretty mild. minors dni, unchecked work!

Langris is ALWAYS teasing the both of them. "oh? So you think 3P stands for 3 players, huh? Interesting."

He walked off leaving Yuno and Asta confused. Alecdora and Klaus wants to slap him most of the time.

"Stop teaching the kids weird stuff!" Letoille shouts from the other room.

Mimosa is just as confused but she kinda understands it's a dirty joke and gets all red and flustered.

"Mimosa san, are you having a fever?" Asta asks, and steam almost blows out from her head.

Yuno is not entirely clueless, since he's a smart boy and he has so much female fans, some of those girls send some real cringey stuff in their love letters.

But whenever he looks up something that he doesn't understand... He leaves the library like a hot tomato.

If you think Langris is bad, he is NOTHING compared to the bulls. It's a wonder Asta is still oblivious to all these nonsense.

Yami is always cracking adult jokes out in the open with total disregard to who is there.

"ehy, an all boys mission huh? Are we having a sausage party?

Yuno was a little awkward as he turned silent and suddenly Asta shouted, "YEAHHH SAUSAGE PARTY!" and all the other men burst out laughing.

Poor Asta couldn't get the joke and nobody wanted to taint this innocent boy. So Yuno had to explain whatever he understood of it.

"Why so shy golden boy?" Yami teased, "we're all men here, wanna go taste some fresh abalones later?"

Yuno also choked on. his water, making Yami burst into laughter.

Poor Asta is so lost, and Yuno is just too flustered to even answer his questions.

"Captain Yami, the boys wear purity rings, so just let them off the hook, " Klaus tries to help.

"what?" Yami feigns innocence, "I came from a fishing village so I know how to tell if an abalone is fresh~"

Klaus, shakes his head, defeated.

"I'm not surprised that Asta doesn't know shit. But golden boy?" Zora looks at Yuno's direction with a brow raised, "with all those fans?"

Zora casually walks over and drapes an arm over yuno's shoulders, "don't tell me you've never even had a home run~"

Yuno blushes so hard, "n-no."

"What do you mean Yuno! you're great at baseball!" Asta shouts.

The guys roar with laughter.

[neetily]

JELLY LEGS ─ (SDV) Sam & Sebastian

— ✧ warnings: Dry Humping, perv sam, perv seb, Dirty Talk, Exhibitionism, Corruption Kink — ✧ word count: 2,624 — ✧ genre: smut (18+)

— ✧ A/N: reposting from my old account since i was asked to! formatting might be off, but it's still readable.

"Dude, what is that?" Is a pretty stupid question to be asking when Sebastian is well aware of what "that" is, Sam's erection prominent in his shadow as the two watch you playfully kick the water from afar. Sam's hard. Course he is, they're around you afterall.

The two had thankfully decided to hang back from the main event of the evening, opting to stare at you splash your feet in the sea instead of awaiting the promised moonlight jellies. Nursing their shared crush on you in lieu of playing the part of community members, hiding in the darkness of the night like two proud perverts. Sebastian knew something like this would happen, as it's not the first time his best friend has popped a boner simply from seeing you. And it's not that he's any better himself, fucking his fist in the safety of his basement room after every time you visit his mom, stroking his cock under the saloon table when you drunkenly show your affection for him. It's just that it's so frustrating that you have such a strong effect on them, leading to Sebastian having to annoyingly plan for events such as these seeing as he can't expect Sam to consider the same. No, you're too attractive, painfully so as they've come to experience. Knows his best friend is much too eager to even try and hide how horny he gets for you, simply unable to control himself at a single glance of your body. But Sebastian is not a virtuous man in comparison by any means, his stomach flipping at the sight of Sam so wanting for your hole, needy to have his hands on you. He understands, he feels the same way.

It takes Sam a second to register Sebastian's voice, completely transfixed on your pretty smile as you laugh and joke with friends. You look so soft with the waters reflection, so innocent and sweet as you swing your legs back and forth, giggling when the water jumps back at you. It does things to him, cock stirring with desperate need to corrupt said purity, to take you right where you sit. That'd be a sight, wouldn't it? Bending you over on the pier in front of everyone, flipping your cute little skirt up so he could drag you back down his cock. God he wants you so bad. "Huh?" He asks dumbly, turning to face Sebastian with that same awestruck look he always wears when you're around. It flusters Sebastian, standing straighter in the face of Sam's hard on pointing right towards him. "What d'ya mean- oh. Oh shit-" Sam gasps, cheeks burning up the moment he realises what it is Sebastian is talking about, staring down at his crotch with awkward hovering hands attempting to hide his noticeably stiff cock from anyone who dares turn back to look at them. Too focused on the way you look to notice how hard he is merely from seeing you. How embarrassing, he thinks. But it doesn't stop him from looking.

It's not an uncommon sight, really. Not even necessarily surprising that it's happening in public either. And Sebastian understands. Truly, he does! You're beautiful, look so cute talking to your friends at the pier as you prepare for the moonlight jellies. The moon framing your features in a way that has you glowing, simply stunning from their point of view at the back of the crowd. He's just as taken with you if not more than Sam is, but what Sam lacks is self control. Shamefully so.

"You uh... You should probably take care of that." Sebastian coughs, his own face flushed as he automatically assumes the position of lookout. An unspoken agreement to see to the other, the non verbal understanding that you're too pretty, it can't be helped. "Y-Yeah-" Sam murmurs, brows knitting at the sound of your laughter, his heart fit to burst from the sound alone, cock twitching in his pants at your smile. Oh what he'd give to shove his cock so far down your throat that you gag, to see your pretty lips wrapped tight round his fat cock with drool spilling from the corners of your mouth. Groaning perhaps a little too loudly at the thought, squeezing his eyes shut in faux annoyance despite the fact that you can't see him this far back. "I should..." His voice trailing off to a sigh. He makes no effort to move, instead settling his palm over the tent to lazily stroke, circling his tip over his clothing and panting ever so slightly into the silent air. At least it's night, Sebastian thinks. Would be difficult to see what Sam is doing if anyone did look back at the pair, his own cock reacting the moment he notices what Sam's hand is doing, his eyes constantly switching between his best friend and their shared crush. Fuck. It's not that Sebastian isn't turned on simply from the sight of you — it's just that he knows how to hide it better than Sam.

"C'mere." Sebastian starts, promptly dragging Sam behind him and arching his back so that his ass sticks out instinctively. It makes more sense this way, seeing as Sam is the taller of the two and Sebastian can wait until he's home to jerk off like the dirty perv he really is. The pervert you force him to be. "Y'can use me if y'want." He pouts, voice dropping to a whisper when he can clearly feel Sam's cock pressed right against his ass, shifting his weight around so that it's placed as between his cheeks as he can get it over his tight jeans. Wouldn't be the first time he's helped Sam get off after a brief meeting with you and he's sure it won't be the last, placing his hands in his hoodie pocket as a way to hide his embarrassment at the situation, the shame that comes with how fast his heart beats when this close to Sam, indulging in the lewd act of masturbating to unbeknownst you. He'd be lying if he said that it didn't turn him on more knowing you had no idea, that over the many months Sam and Sebastian have been friends with you not once have you caught them tugging at their cocks to the sound of your voice. Finds it's unreasonably hot helping Sam fuck his horny frustration out, cock pressing against the confines of his tight jeans in a way that already has him a little breathless, snapping his vision back to you as Sam gets comfortable.

Sam gasps at the sudden contact, his hands immediately grasping onto Sebastian's waist to steady himself. "Yer sure?" He asks, though doesn't give Sebastian enough time to answer before his hips are already slowly rocking against him, slow drags of his cock up and down Sebastian's ass like it was meant to be there. It's routine at this point. "Mm-hm." Is all Sebastian offers in return, planting his feet into the sand so that he doesn't topple over. Knows how needy Sam gets, how frantic he's bound to be soon enough. "Just be quick, kay? Don't wanna get caught."

It's all Sam needs to hear before he's hunching over Sebastian, eyes still trained on you as he humps his cock against his best friend. Already panting down Sebastian's ear, fingers digging into his waist when he fucks his hips against him. There's a gentle back and forth between the two, hopefully unnoticeable to anyone looking seeing as they're pretty far from the crowd, but Sebastian keeps lookout regardless. Pressing his ass back against Sam's hard cock every now and then to quicken the process, smirking at the way Sam whines at the motion.

"She's s'pretty, ain't she?" Sam asks even though it's obvious, breath loud and airy against Sebastian's neck. Causes Sebastian to shiver, his cock begging for attention at the small exhales Sam lets out, dribbling precum all over his underwear when he focuses on your wide smile, pretty lips that just ask to be kissed. Or, maybe full of cock. He'd take either.

"Prettiest I've ever seen." Sebastian admits, nodding slowly in an attempt to calm himself down at the sound of Sam's want. Has to shove his ass back harder at the increased speed at which Sam fucks against him with when hearing Sebastian's reply. The shared lust between two friends making him a little dizzy, chewing on his bottom lip to try and stay quiet. Sam is clearly wrought with need, switching to small sharp thrusts as if he were barely moving, focused solely on his sensitive tip against Sebastian's ass. Sebastian briefly wondering how it'd feel if they were actually fucking, preforming for you as you watch them come undone together. He wants to be so good for you, would do anything if it meant you were happy. "Gosh Seb- Wanna fuck 'er s'bad." Sam coos, low and hidden in the crook of Sebastian's neck. His tempo is steady, repeatedly knocking his tip into Sebastian's hole the way he knows Seb likes. Trying to get his friend off as much as he wants to cum himself, drooling down Sebastian's neck when you stand up from the water, your front in better view and making him whine. "She's so hot, fuck- look at 'er. Wanna fuck 'er tits, squeeze m'cock between em so I can see 'er face as I fuck em-" Sam rambles, bending his knees a little so that his cock thrusts up against Sebastian, the new angle threatening to fuck him off balance if not for the way Sebastian urgently holds onto Sam's wrists to try and ground himself. The dirty talk getting to Sebastian more than he'd like to admit, eyes rolled to the back of his head when he imagines exactly as Sam describe. Seeing you on your back, tits pushed together to help Sam fuck them better, watching Sam cum all over your pretty face and ruining your hair. Fuck that's hot. Sebastian has to swallow before he talks, eyes hazy and lids hooded as Sam continues to hump him to completion, trying to keep his gaze on you but it's difficult when every thrust has him jolting forwards a little. Cursing under his breath at your cute outfit, only aiding his imagination when he can perfectly see Sam's cock between your cleavage. "Yeah?" He teases, though his voice is a lot more submissive than he'd like, struggling to supress filthy whines for more. "How... How would you-"

"Bend 'er over an' force 'er t'suck ya off at the same time, yeah?" Sam cuts him off with a choked groan, squeezing Sebastian's hips as he hunches over him further, almost as if he were mimicking the exact things he wants to do to you. "Or sit 'er on m'cock all pretty for ya t'watch. Fuck- I'd even watch you rail her-" He continues, pace increasing as he humps Sebastian's hole like his life depended on it, panting like he's in heat against Sebastian's sensitive ears. And Sam means it. God does he mean it, could think of a million scenarios involving you and Sebastian and he'd be happy with any of them. Riling each other up like this, Sebastian whimpering at Sam's words, rocking his own hips back against Sam's increasingly frustrated thrusts, it's all a bit too much for him to stay vigilant. Instead, he delves into his imagination further, stealing quick glances of your interactions with townsfolk every now and then to help him get closer to his high. You'd look so pretty between the two of them, bouncing between their cocks and gagging on their cum. You're just too cute, it's only naturally that they'd wanna ruin you together.

"Yeah, y'like that?" Sam asks casually. Too casually, stepping over territory that Sebastian feels they've yet to cross. And when coupled with Sam bending his knees further, taking a moment to readjust his cock so that it's poking towards his friend and slipping his cock between Sebastian's thighs he can't help but outwardly moan at the pure lewdness of the situation. His hoodie sticking to his sweaty skin, hot and bothered being an understatement when you're involved. "You'd fuck 'er so well Seb, would look so pretty balls deep in 'er-" Sam drawls, opting to wrap his arms around Sebastian's tummy and dragging him flush against his chest, tapping his thighs in an asking for him to tighten up. Sebastian immediately does just that, tensing his legs for Sam's enjoyment, tugging his hoodie pocket down to cover his too hard cock and urgently stroking over it. Taking a look at you at least provides him enough comfort to be less ashamed of his actions, seeing you still busy yourself with friends. And the pang of guilt that hits his core instead travels right to his cock, Sam fucking his thighs so earnestly, the tip of his cock forcing its way out the other side of his legs on every thrust. They're practically fucking each other because of you, to you. Sebastian getting hauled back along Sam's cock in time with his thrusts, driving his cock between Sebastian's thighs much the same way he wants to fuck your cunt. "Wan' you to fuck 'er full, yeah? Cum inside so I can watch it drip out her tight cunt, or- Better yet, eat it out m'self-" Sam moans against Sebastian's neck, briefly kissing below his ear before poking his tongue out. And it's too much, Sebastian's skin all hot and prickly at the undivided attention, his balls forcefully dragging along Sam's length, cock tip twitching in sensitivity with every touch he gives it.

"Sam-!" Sebastian sobs, head hung low at Sam's words, the tight hold Sam has of his tummy being the only thing keeping him standing. Butterflies making his stomach flip, the thought of not only cumming inside you but also knowing that Sam is prepared to clean you up proves to be the last straw of his resolve as he cums inside his own pants, biting down on his lip hard to try and muffle his moaning as Sam continues to hump his makeshift hole. It's dizzying the effect you have on them both, the simple sight of you enjoying your evening leading to... this. To Sam forcing his cock between Sebastian's legs in great need to cum, dirty talking each other to the end as if they were the couple, using each others bodies until they get their grubby pervert hands on yours. Because they're best friends, and best friends share. As evident from the way Sam pulls Sebastian back against his leaking cock, groaning about how badly he wants to watch Sebastian fuck you, how hot he'd think it'd be for the two of them to fuck both their cocks in you at once, or to take turns cumming in you for a night. Babbling nonsense about you and Sebastian, snapping his hips repeatedly with tell-tale short gasps for moans. It's difficult for Sebastian to keep up, disoriented eyes trying to lock onto you to ride out his high to no avail. Sam almost bending him in half from how hard he fucks against his thighs, long arms wrapped tight around Sebastian's front to pin him in place. He's only brought back to reality by the sound of Sam's shy laughter, the stilling of his hips against his ass as Sam cums too, slowly stroking his length against Sebastian in a lazy back and forth. "Fuck-" Sam laughs, trying to catch his breath before talking again, making sure to keep Sebastian bent over in what Sebastian assumes is to milk his cock better. But then Sam speaks.

"Don't get up. She's lookin'."

[cherubispunk]

NEPHILIM: BAMBI - Jackson-era!Joel Miller x AFAB!Reader

summary: when does a human stop being regarded as a human…and, instead, seen as something different entirely?

a note from Lucy: No smut? Huh? Someone check my temperature please. I liked writing Nephilim so much that I decided to do a small Drabble of the exact moment Bambi got her name. Think of it as a prequel of sorts. Takes place soon after Bambi recovers from sepsis. Enjoy!

playlist | moodboard

wc: 1563

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! no use of y/n but reader is referred to as ‘Bambi’, no physical description of reader apart from ‘long lashes’, brief descriptions of injury and blood, religious imagery, use of guns/ being taught to shoot, me not remembering how to shoot even though I was taught how to so there may be inaccuracies lolsies, Joel is a little bit of a dick but it’s only because he cares!

series masterlist | m.list

Psalm 18:33 He maketh my feet like hinds' feet, and setteth me upon my high places.

When does the man become the monster? Is it his first kill? Or maybe his first thought of pulling the trigger? It might be the moment he picks up the gun. When the metal is cold in calloused palm. A human would find it heavy and unwelcoming. A monster might find it a comforting thing though. To know he is protected at his own hand. Are they even entirely separate? A person may be both at once. Monster. Human. Who is the righteous one, the wise one, who draws the line. Is it God? The people? And how thin of a line is it?

Joel could be both. In the Venn Diagram, the spectrum of Monster and Man, he resided in the very middle. That’s what they told you anyway. You took it with a pinch of salt. Thought it a rather hypocritical comment to make for no one in this world was truly pure of sin. Even the lamb grazes the grass that the foal could have. Though Joel thought you came damn close to purity. He now associated the colour of your eyes with innocence. Conditioned to the thought whenever he saw it in nature, or in a person's clothing. Slaved away to keep it. Protect it. Was a man that protected truly a monster? Because the things he did, the sin he committed, the blood on his hands, was all in the name of protection in one way or another.

He quite liked being alone before. But the more time he spent engaging in the odd conversation with you, the more he realised how dull it was to talk to himself. He and himself were only acquaintances. You felt more like a friend. His first real friend since Tess.

So maybe the question is this; When does a human stop being regarded as a human…and, instead, seen as something different entirely?

—

“I can’t do it.” You huffed, looking back at him and dropping your arms. In your hands was Joel’s rifle. The weight of it foreign and uncomfortable. The trigger cold, and your fingertip not calloused enough for it to feel like it belonged. The metal bit back. It said ‘you don’t belong here’. It commanded you: ‘Give me back’. The weight of it was unsettling. In your hand was the weight of a life taken. Or a life spared. And yet he stood behind you with his arms crossed, his brow set in stone, furrowed together in a frown akin to the busts of Caracalla. Narrowed hawk eye on your poor form. Unsteady on your feet and uncertain with your trigger finger.

“You can.” He replied, voice clipped and snippy. Not giving you a choice. “And you will.” He spoke in such a grating edge it seemed he was frustrated merely through your apprehension. “Eject the cartridge.” So you sighed, abiding his words, pressing the butt of the rifle into the crook of your shoulder and staring down the barrel at the tree you hadn’t landed even a graze on once. “Feet shoulder width apart, girl.” He reprimanded. Joel had repeated that one point about five times now in the past hour. And each time you’d forgotten. Something as simple as the planting of your feet on the snow blanketed ground. Your mind was in disarray and a disconnect with your body.You looked down at your feet and shuffled them wider apart.

You felt his strict grip find temporary and telling purchase on your hips, jerking you side on so the foot the side of your non-trigger hand pointed towards the target. Even through layers of winter clothing his touch made you shiver far more than any biting winter wind could. “Like this.” That tone again. It was windburn on your cheeks. It was pins and needles in your feet. Unpleasant, painful, and long enduring.

“Sorry.” You mumbled.

“Don’t be sorry. Be better.” And he stepped back to observe once more.

He didn’t do it to be mean. He didn’t say it to be curt, and rude. He did it for your benefit. Because one day your loose tongue would very well find you without it entirely. Still, it hurt. To know he was so willing with criticism and so restrained with compliments. He must bite his tongue so often that it grows back sharp. It felt like lashes from the cat of nine tails upon your back; Your skin now lacerated and tender from each blow. Regardless, you swallowed the lump in your throat whole. It could suffer and scorn and burn in your churning stomach. You inhaled, and on the exhale you pulled the trigger.

Miss.

You huffed again, utterly defeated. Your heart seemed to sink lower when you looked at him. His face still set with the same Caracalla frown.

“Again.”

“What’s the point, Joel?” You protested for the second time. Desperate to go back to town and wallow. To not have to face that grimace. You felt like a child, waiting for that fateful ‘I’m not angry, just disappointed’ speech. “I’m not a violent person. I’m not like you. I’m not—“ the words faltered as you tried to find them. You stopped yourself before you could blurt the first that came to mind. But he knew. Joel always knew. He didn’t need to say anything for you to admit it. Merely raise a brow and dare you, urge you further.

“Y’should think before y’speak.” You nodded at his words, eyes trained on his boots. “Again.”

Too ashamed to fight any further, already treading on thin ice and skidding miserable on wobbly doe legs. Too soon would you thud to the floor and plunge into the icy waters below. You must find your footing again.

It was in this very shame you obeyed, picking up the weapon again with bated breath and aiming. But your mind was elsewhere. It scattered like the spray of a shotgun's fire. Your form was off. You’d lost that stance from before. And you were too busy in your own head to even think about paying attention to the tree trunk down the other end of the barrel. You fired without the inhale before as well as the beat of your exhale. The recoil was strong, the butt of the rifle ricocheting into your shoulder causing an ache to dissolve through flesh and sink to bone. The sound was jarring, it rang in your ears, rattled in your head. And you lost your footing, stumbling back with the force towards the snow.

Joel saw it coming. He expected you to right your footwork. To breathe in and fire on the exhale. But the sound of the bullet leaving the chamber came before any of the aforementioned. A simple stride in haste and he was behind you, stopping you before you fell to the floor.

“Jesus, Bambi!” Joel gritted through his teeth when you collided. The sound was becoming less jarring. But the name. The name was new. It was fresh. And ripe. A fruit that would never rot. Be eternally sweet. He had thought about it before; You had these wide eyes that looked up at him through thick lashes. You were tentative with your footing. And uneasy on your feet when it was cold. He remembered when he found you in the snow; Curled up on your side with the flesh wound under your trembling palm, bleeding through your shirt and gaps between frail fingers. He thought of a doe just born. Fresh and pure. So vulnerable it ached to not reach out and nurture it. When he looked into those eyes, the eyes of the woman in his arms, he saw it all again. A picture that was printed on the backs of his eyelids when he slept. Or where he blinked for that matter. In waking and in sleep, it haunted him. Whispered in his ear with a warm breath that paralleled the alive and beating. He felt a sharp sting in his heart. He didn't know it then, but it was Eros’ arrow. He would know soon enough.

You shared the time between the words and the writhing of your feet. Shared it with a stare in imperturbable silence. A simmering, deep stare. It wasn’t deep in the sense of a gaping void. More like a watering hole. Something that promised plentiful supply and the chance of survival. The satiation of the unquenchable.

You would learn one day that his love for you can quench any thirst, satiate any hunger and rest any fatigue. All this and he would still be left thirsty, starving and exhausted. Accept him for what he is. Heavy handed, colossal, brutal. Loving, nurturing, tender. Just a man. Give him on chance — one meagre, single moment in time — and he’d decay at the swipe of his tongue across the bottom of your lip alone; Finding a homage for him between them. A feeling he would wish to indulge in selfishly cradling his beating chest. And maybe, just this once, he will let himself be selfish with something that wasn't just for the purpose of survival.

So I beg of you, contemplate: if a man deemed a monster can still love, if a man named the devil can see innocence, grace, beauty, and nurture it— is the man still a monster? Something else entirely? Or is he just human?

[yoshikoooo]

A Weird Combination

Muku x Reader

just some sweets rotting in my drafts.

"Y/n, Tell me if You're done Reading Volume 3, I'll quickly get the next Volume for you" the cute cotton candy-haired boy said in front of you, while you were absorbed in another type of shounen manga.

"Thanks, Muku," you replied, flashing him a smile.

In response, he returned a fluffy smile.

It was strange to think you had become friends with the great Muku; after all, he was admired by everyone in the class. The only reason you were in his dorm room was because he had suggested reading manga together.

He had discovered your interest in manga when you coincidentally met at a bookstore. Upon catching each other's eyes, you had contemplated leaving quickly, but he stopped you and asked if you liked reading shoujo manga. You had agreed, assuming it would be your last encounter or so you thought, However, that chance meeting marked the beginning of your 'friendship.'

You glanced at the boy in front of you, engrossed in his reading.

‘He seems pretty easygoing, dense, and naive, but I don't really need him for anything,’ you thought to yourself.

But...

‘Friends, huh...’

The manga you were reading had reached a tranquil part. The lovely couple was enjoying themselves in the park, going wherever the female lead desired, sharing cute little romantic moments that could easily bring a smile to any reader's face.

‘Too cliché.’

But you knew that this peaceful scene wouldn't last long. The antagonist would soon appear and ruin everything. Reluctant to turn the next page, you put the book down and took a sip of the tea Muku had prepared.

"Y/n is such a kind person," Muku suddenly blurted out, making you put the cup down and look at him.

'Ridiculous,' 

You giggled before responding, "Is that how you see me, Muku?" You asked, meeting his soft smile.

"Mhm! You didn't like seeing the couple have misfortune befall them, right?" Muku said, his voice gentle and understanding.

 "You stopped because you didn't want to know. Well, I also dislike the antagonist ruining such happiness, but don't you think the lessons and developments that the couple experience along the way make the antagonist someone to be thanked for? How the couple truly come to understand their feelings for each other just because of a certain event the antagonist triggered?" He finished with a warm smile, his eyes sparkling with genuine curiosity and kindness.

You hesitated, the words catching in your throat. Debating this seemed trivial, yet the purity of Muku's perspective struck a chord deep within you.

He was bright and honest, pure and innocent. In stark contrast, you were deceitful and corrupt, a liar and an exploiter.

As you watched his soft, warm smile, a wave of guilt washed over you. Now, you understood why everyone admired him. You had always assumed he was just pretending to be nice and kind, like you, but you were wrong. He was the real thing.

‘Haha... We're completely the opposite,’ you thought, a sad giggle escaping your lips.

"You're wrong," you said, your smile fading.

"Huh?" Muku looked at you, confused.

Unknowingly, you let your true emotions show, your usual mask slipping away.

"I didn't feel bad for the couple having misfortunes befall them. It was the antagonist. Don't you ever wonder what happens to them in the end? Could they even forgive themselves for doing such a thing? When all they ever wanted was attention and affection? When they perceived their wrongdoings as right? And now the story describes them as the antagonist when, in fact, they're the protagonist in their own world. I simply think villains are misjudged, and most of the time we don't get their story. If we knew it, the hero wouldn't seem so full of glory," you said, your voice carrying a weight of conviction.

Muku's expression shifted, his warm smile replaced by an unfamiliar look of contemplation and concern.

Realizing what you had said, you knew you had let too much slip. You had exposed your inner self to Muku, of all people. Keeping your composure, you took a deep sigh before standing up.

"Oh, look at the time, sorry muku, I’ll be heading out first." you said, forcing the usual smile back onto your face.

He looked at you, then stood up as well.

"Ah- eh-, mhm! Sure, I'll walk you home, so shall we go?" He reverted to his usual self, offering you his characteristic kind smile.

"It's not that late. I'll be fine, so you don’t have to escort me all the way to my house," you said, taking your bag.

The two of you stepped outside the dorm.

You glanced at him and noticed the sadness in his eyes. Seeing him frown made you feel guilty. Why? You never wavered when you saw your classmates looking sad after you turned them down, but with him, you felt all sorts of emotions you didn't even think existed.

You didn't like this sour feeling...

'I have to somehow fix this,' you thought.

Before you could speak, he cut you off. "Uhm, Y/n-san..."

"Yes?"

"Today was really fun! It felt like a get-together reading group as we got to debate about our ideals on mangas! I really, really had fun, so if possible..." The pink-haired boy shyly said, becoming antsy as you looked at him in disbelief. ’Are your serious?’

you scoff inside and Unknowingly, a soft smile appeared on your face.

"I'll come again tomorrow. Would that be alright? After all, I haven't finished reading Volume 3," you said, watching as his face brightened immediately.

'How easygoing he is,' you thought.

"Sure! You're welcome anytime! I'll prepare some tea and snacks again!" he said brightly, making you look away from him.

This was helpless. You couldn't disagree now that he was looking at you like this...

'But it's not that bad,' you conceded inwardly.

[lynn-writes-things]

secrets uncovered - toge inumaki x reader

cw: suggestive themes! nothing explicit tho!

word count: 941

“Ooo, someone had some fun last night.” Nobara teases you, poking at the very prominent hickey sucked into your neck last night by your secret boyfriend. She tugs down your collar with an excited gasp when she notices even more marks. Just as quickly, you’re tugging it back up, face burning hot as you do your best to avoid looking at the man who gave you them, and more, last night. The lot of you, former first and second years, now graduated are now having a movie night to celebrate.

“My, my, we’ve got a little slut on our hands.” Maki joins in the teasing, enjoying your embarrassment. On the other couch, sandwiched between Yuta and Megumi, it’s Yuji who puts two and two together, much to everyone’s surprise.

“Wait a minute..” He begins, and you can’t help the way your wide eyes nervously glance to Toge, sitting on the floor next to Panda, only to see the white-haired boy practically glaring a warning at his pink-haired friend. “Y/N, weren’t you with Inumaki yesterday..?” The entire room goes quiet, save for the movie still idly playing, though no one is paying attention to it now. Now it’s Megumi’s turn to share in the memory of you denying their offer to hang out after lunch with the couple, stating that you had plans with Toge.

“You did mention that.” He states, not sure whether to feel happy that you finally laid your long-time crush, or disgusted.

“What?!” Nobara borderline-screamed, grabbing you by the shoulders roughly. “And you didn’t tell us?!”

“W-Well-“

“We’re your friends! What-“

“Let her explain herself.” Maki interrupted, her hand firmly resting on Nobara’s shoulder, instantly making the redhead settle down. All eyes were on you, except for Toge, whose face was buried in his hands. You could hear the muffled sounds of Yuta trying so hard to hold in his laughter, to no avail.

“We just.. I-“

“Alright,” Megumi cuts in, seeing as you’re too flustered to speak, and Toge can’t speak to explain the story. “Just leave it be for now. This is probably why they didn’t tell you.”

“Who says you get a say in this?!” Nobara argues. “Our sweet little Y/N.. So innocent.. So pure..” She fakes a sniffle for dramatic effect, and the topic might’ve been on the way of fizzling out, except the comment about your innocence and purity made Toge snort, earning a sharp warning glare from you.

Yuji does a spit take, choking on the drink he was about to swallow, making his boyfriend sigh in annoyance while patting his back to help him through it.

“Really couldn’t help yourself there, huh?” Yuta comments through laughter to Toge, who’s seemingly lost all shame as far as the topic was concerned, smiling proudly.

“So, are you guys dating, or just..” Panda trails off, but the insinuation is there, making you groan in embarrassment, covering your burning face with your hands.

“Salmon.” Toge speaks up, standing and walking over to you, removing your hands from your flushed face and kissing your lips to seal the deal. He pulls away a moment later, both of you sporting matching smiles. To your right, Maki fakes a gag, and Nobara grabs a pillow and half heartedly smacks at the two of you, both of them only making you laugh.

“She’s fuckin’ liked him long enough.” Megumi comments, earning a glare from you. Toge wears a smug grin at the confession, that falters when Yuta’s grin matches his as he raises his eyebrow.

“Don’t.” Toge mouths, but it’s far too late for mercy, Yuta is already opening his mouth and spilling his secret. “He’s liked her for years-“ Suddenly, the pillow has been snatched from Nobara and thrown at the dark-haired sorcerer, which he effortlessly catches, as he and the rest of your friends fall into laughter.

“I’m happy for you guys!” Yuji exclaims when everyone’s settled down a bit. When you look over at him, he’s absolutely beaming, making it impossible for you not to return his smile. To your right, Maki taps her girlfriend on the shoulder with a smirk on her lips before whispering a question in her ear to pass onto you, making Nobara gasp.

“Wait!” She exclaims. “We’ve gotta know..” There’s a pause for dramatic effect, naturally. “How was he?” Both girls are smirking, barely containing their giddiness, knowing that Toge can’t speak up to defend himself. Maki moves her hand to her cheek, acting like she’s scratching an itch while she mouths to you to play along. You get the picture real quick, and it takes a lot of willpower not to let your expressions betray you.

“He was-“

“Y/N, stop talking.” You feel his cursed words buzz in your head, similarly to last night, and you could no longer force yourself to speak. Laughing though, you could do that, giggling uncontrollably at his reaction. You were going to praise him, but Toge would rather not have your shared sex life being discussed like this.

“..Did he do that to you while you were-“

“Maki, Nobara, quiet.” Under different circumstances, they would’ve attacked him for this, but all three of you were damn near in tears from laughter, yet you were nodding, confirming their question, much to your boyfriend’s dismay.

“..Why does that sound like it’d be really hot though..” Yuji ponders, earning a whack on the back of his head by Megumi. Yuta is having the time of his life, he can’t remember the last time he’s laughed this much. Meanwhile, Panda just shakes his head, wishing he would’ve left sooner when he had the chance.

[thecontumacious]

this is about the rice purity test so i think this is kind of suggestive??

like the reader have this mindset like mysta that they can pop off innuendo every single damn time that can make ike eveland mald. When they found out that there rice purity test is really really high— higher than shu—

i wonder what there reaction will be—

"Wait, how much?!"

a/n: now before you guys ask, yes this is possible (although in the rarest of cases)

reminder that all my work and others in the fandom are purely fiction and intended to entertain, not to be projected irl. 

Vox Akuma 👹🌹

you're on the same wavelength of sussy as vox

yes it's that bad

come on child, let's off you to a priest (つ▀¯▀ )つ

as the king of the past and well many years of seeing all sorts of sussy people like yourself, you take the top tier (second only to him actually)

ike has double the headache when you two are together

bless the poor man

it was one day that you and him were collabing together--discussing something only chat to wonder why youtube has yet to ban you two--that the idea of rice purity test scores were brought up

"actually i've never taken the test. too busy and stuff," you hum, madly clicking away at your game

"huh?? well, you should take one soon. i bet you it's super low," vox laughs

you don't deflect this and only smirk, "see if it's lower than you?"

"hah! keep dreaming, love," he retorts

why is he proud of his low score

"alright bet. after this round i'll test it out."

and after you do finish up, you and vox take a break while you busily search for the online quiz

"found it yet?"

"yep, no need to worry over my ass."

"really? i've been thinking about it this whole time though."

"oh you have, haven't you?"

"yep i have, baby."

ಠ_ಠ

suddenly you're quiet.

much to yours, vox's and the chat's dismay

"uh, y/n? you good?"

"huh? yeah i'm cool," you answer quietly but vox knows something is up

"the test intimidating ya' much?"

you giggle, "i've seen worse things."

"oh? care to tell me what?"

...

"y/n? seriously, are you good?"

"i take it back," you suddenly report.

vox raises his eyebrows, taking a sip of his tea, "take what back?"

"that i've seen more intimidating things," he hears you gulp from the other line of the discord call and this is the first ever time he's seen you like this

"look, y/n my dear, i know you like the suspense and everything, but i'd like for you to be clear with me what's going on. you've been kinda quiet for the last few minutes," vox tells you, sitting upright

you sigh, "mytestscoreisninetyseven."

"your test score is fucking what???????"

even chat believes that their devices are acting up

you, the person who's always connected to vox on a god level in terms of being sussy, has a purity test score higher than even shu yamino's????? *95 btw

"you sure you're not fucking with me right now??" vox is still in complete denial apparently and honestly so were you when you realized you weren't checking off much of the boxes...

"yes??? here, lemme just show you the test screen. i fucking swear this is not some getup this is literally my score. bro, i'm just as spooked right now," you busy yourself by setting everything up

and in the next minute, vox and the chat see for themselves that you truly were a pure golden 97

"well, mysterious phenomenon aside...," the demon trails off and although you had just heard him get shocked over it, he literally turns over 180 as he spoke in a baby voice, "aweeee, y/n-chan is actually as innocent as a baby! oh you sweet little thing, come here, let daddy take care of you. this world can't taint your innocence when i'm around."

somehow, you don't know if you should be proud of your "achievement" or not bcs the moment vox decided that you were pure as per the results, he's treating you as though you're a baby

ofc he's just teasing you mostly

examples include:

"oh wait but you don't know what a #@!&8 is right, y/n? nah, you're too innocent to know. don't google it okay?"

"VOX FUCKING AKUMA STOP THIS NONSENSE"

"ayeyayai, that language. who taught you how to speak like that?"

"VOXXXXXXXX"

other boys utc!

Mysta Rias 🦊🔶

much like him, you're terrible at being innocent for just five fucking minutes

yes officer it's this one. oh and the orange one too.

be it on stream or jail, mysta has officially found himself another dirty minded friend besides vox

you discuss it with him what role you play with him okay (╬≖_≖)

he found out the first time when it came out on the wee hours of your off collab with him, ike and nina

hoo boy, someone get ike some ear plugs

anyway

mysta was actually the one to bring it up first

"hey, now that i've thought about it, you've never told us your rice purity test scores, y/n," he thought aloud, vox and nina agreeing as they too were just as curious as him

ike on the other wished you could hand him those earplugs( ༎ຶŎ༎ຶ )

"oh guys come on, it's probably as low as you guys," the novelist rolls his eyes, taking a sip of his probably alcholic drink to forget he ever was in this conversation

you hum, grabbing your phone, "actually i've never taken it before."

vox adds, "well like what ike said. it's probably super low like us two. ain't that right mysta?"

he chortles as he went to pat your back, "come join the sussy trio of nijimilo, y/n."

"i'd be so honored, mysta," you wiggle your eyebrows. "gimme a sec okay."

but chat was pretty much already vouching that you'd have super low test scores, judging by how many suggestive innuendos you make on stream that rivals even that of mysta--

sigh, mysta says he's never been prouder of you(つω`｡)

actually not just chat, everyone in the room

but as they chatter away through the night, your own commentary lessened quite a bit as you read through the test even deeper

mysta who happened to be quiet in the conversation and sitting next to you grew genuinely worried and super curious

"hm? something up, y/n?" he asks you, peering over your shoulder

you hide the screen away from him, "h-hey mysta! i'm fine."

"ah? what's this?" he starts to wiggle his eyebrow, smirking in a way that you know he's up to no good. "why are you shy? you already know it's pretty bad though, right?"

"u-um, yeah, i did," you take a deep breath and just decided to suck it in. rip it off like a band aid. you show the detective your screen, "except the results says otherwise."

he looks over and his eyes are as wide as the universe

his first initial response?

"HOLY SHIT Y/N?????? IS THIS SOME KIND OF WEIRD SCIENCE I DIDN'T KNOW OF????? YOU'VE GOTTA BE FUCKING WITH ME RIGHT NOW"

this of course had to catch the attention of everyone else as they stopped their conversation

"mysta!" you scold, hiding your phone

"hey, hey, what's up?" nina asks you two

you just shrink while mysta remains scatterbrained

"got the test score back? how bad is it?" vox smirks leaning over to grab your phone but you quickly hide it in your pocket. the demon frowns, "um, you good? embarrassed about your score is it?"

"bro that's not it, that's not it," mysta shakes his head and you honestly don't know what to do. "can i tell them? can i please tell them???"

seeing as there was no point in hiding it anymore, you let him.

"guys, chat, y/n's score is a 97," mysta announces, emphasizing every single syllable at the last phrase. and just like him, everyone is as bamboozled

he grins, leaning into the mic, "they're just an innocent kid."

"oh fuck off, mysta," you pout, crossing your arms

but he doesn't for a very good while (-`д´-)

if you thought him and the others (excluding ike) teasing you about your oddly high score during the collab was bad enough

mysta thought it was good to add to your misery even after you went home

he absolutely does not let it go and although he's just joking around, you sometimes rly regret telling him your score at all

taking the test at all

ah well what's done is done

"hey kiddo, close your eyes and ears for this bit."

"um, why? and stop calling me that."

"it's not kid friendly. adults only."

"MYSTA FUCKING RIAS I'M A FULLY GROWN ADULT--"

"shhh just trust me okay. now go close your eyes and ears."

"mysta i swear i will hunt you down and break your arms myself--"

again, what's done is done ┐(-。ー;)┌

Luca Kaneshiro 🦮🔆

to me luca can be sussy but bro come on from here on out, yall know that this is the seiso line of |_・)

compared to you, luca has absolutely nothing

he also just rly likes to believe that he can be unseiso but when talking to you, he knows only a fraction of the things you understand

voCaBulaRiEs if you will १ |˚–˚| ५

he doesn't necessarily scold you for being super sussy. if anything, he sorta appreciates it??? he says he's learning new things with you around

lucubs are genuinely worried for luca's wellbeing whenever you collab with him

don't want our precious golden retriever of a mafia boss to be tainted by your unholyness (?), demon

but luca likes having you around on collabs and discord calls when time permits bcs he thinks you're good company^^

it was in one of these said collabs that the topic of rice purity tests came up

"thank you for the superchat! boss, what's your rice purity test score?" luca reads aloud one of the messages. he chuckles, "for chat who doesn't know, the rest of luxiem actually took the test too. mine is 93 i think?"

you sip at your drink, nodding, "yep, it was 93."

"what's yours, y/n? now that i think about it, we've never really known. did you take one?"

"huh, i actually haven't! i haven't gone around to take it yet. hold on," you place your drink back down and quickly type away rice purity test onto the google search engine. "all these are the same right?"

"yeah, doesn't really matter which one. they're the same everywhere."

"alright gimme a couple minutes, luca."

"i gotchu," the mafia boss grins, turning to his chat to more of the superchats he had missed. while waiting, he stumbled across one that made him laugh, "y/n, someone said on superchat that they bet you're gonna get super low. as low as mysta or vox."

you snort, "probably true. what do you think, luca?"

"would i be a bad friend if i said yes?? i mean, i've watched your streams, y/n," he laughs. "they're as bad as vox or mysta when they're being super unseiso."

but then luca doesn't get a response from you

for a second he goes to check on discord to see if he's misclicked on anything or if you accidentally muted yourself but everything seemed alright

"uh, y/n? you there?"

"hm? yeah, i'm here," you do respond to him, but a lot... quieter? was it him or did you sound nervous?

"you okay? you sound a bit off," he tells you while frowning

you on the other hand can only look at the many boxes you've left unchecked in the list, surprising yourself

even luca thought you were pretty bad, what was this tom fuckery? ⊙︿⊙

"hey luca, are you sure all tests are the same?"

he raises an eyebrow, "supposedly yes. why? did something happen with your test? i can get you the same link i used."

"w-wait, no need. it's just um," you tap your fingers against the keyboard and you finally admit in a tiny voice, "mineisaninetyseven,luca."

"sorry what?"

"lucaaaaa," you whine, thinking he was just teasing you so you could say it again

but he interjects, genuinely not hearing what you said because of the low volume you spoke in. "no, no, wait. i didn't actually hear you. what was it??"

"ninetyseven."

"ninety seven????"

ah finally got it did he ( ╥ω╥ )

"wait how is that possible? not to sound offensive, but like??? you get what i mean right??"

it's more so a battle of both wonder and confusion in this stream, for you, luca and chat

even after, luca kept bugging you about how weird your result was

so yes, he's nice enough not to tease you about it (too bamboozled by the fact you're actually 4 points higher than him)

facts are though, you still know a lot more about the art of being unseiso than him despite the... contradicting truth of the test scores

he really doesn't mind it, just slightly confused.

for the way he treats you, it doesn't change as well bcs luca kaneshiro is nice like that uwu

Ike Eveland 🖋💙

yall know how this is gonna go down

he gets migraines when you are in a fairly unseiso mood (even worse if mysta and or vox is there. god the dirty pick up lines just don't stop)

ike feels like he should always bring a stash of his holy water every time he's gonna meet with you o.0

on a more serious note though, besides that, you're good company around him and as long as you're behaving accordingly during his streams, he's mostly okay with it

so.

b e h a v e

moving on (｡･･｡)

he was on a discord call with you and mysta actually, casually talking about your days and schedules for the rest of the week

though you and mysta resonated far too much on being unseiso together, ike had to admit this discord call was one of the more tamed scenarios so he can't really complain

trust ike, he's seen worse

"oh my god, you guys i'm gonna leave this call if you continue to talk about these things," the novelist groans jokingly, tapping on his desk while resting his head on his hand

you giggle, "it was mysta who started it!"

"huh?? did not! you insinuated it!"

"i insinuated nothing! you're the one having the perverted mind!" you argue back

ike can only sigh from behind the screen watching you two banter like you were siblings

he swore you guys were but refused to tell anyone

"no, you're the one perverted!" mysta retorts

you huff, "mysta, you literally have a purity test score lower than goddamn vox. you're absolutely perverted! ike, back me up."

"to be fair, y/n, you're probably super low. maybe even as bad as him," he admits

mysta says, "see? we're both as bad. wait, hold on, how much is your rice purity test score? i don't think you've ever told us."

"oh shit, yeah i haven't even taken it."

ike rolls his eyes, "i don't even know if i should encourage you to take it, y/n."

you laugh, typing away on the google search engine to look for the test anyway. "you'll be fine, ike. i know yours and mysta's. wouldn't it be nice to know mine?"

"um, i don't see the purpose of knowing that fact but sure, i guess?"

i can just hear him say all these things in my head you guys o(TヘTo)

"what's the real point of you taking a rice purity test anyway? i'm betting you're pretty low," mysta snickers

"just to get a more concrete number i guess? it's just for fun."

"all the more misery for me it seems," ike deadpans, sourcing laugh from you and mysta

"wanna bet how much they'll get, ike?" the detective asks him, ike hearing his grin behind his voice

"probably like a 50 or lower?" he guesses

and when you don't respond to any of the boys' commentary about you, ike calls you. it's only then you respond to what he says

"huh? what's up?"

ike frowns, "you good? you were quiet for a second, y/n."

"n-no, i'm fine. just taking the test."

"oh my god ike, imagine if their purity scores are actually pretty high. is that even possible??" mysta wonders, leaning back against his seat as he waited for you to finish

ike shrugs, "i think so. probably very rare though. but with y/n? i can't imagine that happening to be honest."

"ummmmmm so about that," you suddenly chime in, seemingly anxious. ike notices this and goes to ask you first

"yes?"

"i'moneofthoserarecases."

ike pauses, comically cleans his ears and asks you as though you'd just muted yourself, "sorry, you were saying?"

"ike i'm not kidding," you laugh nervously

"not kidding? about what? hold on, i'm behind. guys tell me what's going on here."

but you and ike ignore mysta as you two have a somewhat serious but also comedic conversation about your phenomenal test score

¯\(ツ)/¯

"then how much is it?"

"...ninetyseven."

"A NINETY WHAT?" ike exclaims, literally jumping out of his seat and denying what his ears had perceived for him. "A NINETY FUCKING SEVEN? y/n, you????? a ninety seven????"

"WAIT HUH THEY'RE A 97????"

then there's mysta who's only getting things right lol ●︿●

"I DONT KNOW U GUYS I SURPRISINGLY DON'T CHECK MUCH OF THESE THINGS???" you stare head on at the bold and very clear number before you, way higher than what you deserve for all the misery you've caused ike eveland

"i honestly don't know how to feel right now," said man confesses, a hollow in his chest as he lets the truth dawn on him

why? because you, the cause of his headaches for your unseiso jokes, is a few points above shu's. if you top even shu the pure, where the hell did he rank ☜(`o´)

whatever happens though, even if you scored 97 on that test, the fact that you still cause him misery because of your impurity proves that he should still bring his holy water with him

bless ike eveland ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭

Shu Yamino 🔮✨

he's a generally chill guy and can put up with your unseiso behavior so i personally recommend you shu yamino

just

don't take advantage of him okay

don't teach him weird shit (ง •̀_•́)ง

anyway

so in collabs and the like, shu will usually just laugh off whatever dirty pick up line (that he understands) or he doesn't actually get what you mean and your joke instantaneously becomes dry as hell

i personally recommend you shu yamino ┐(°‿°)┌

it was one of the yaminion's questions that came up in the superchat where they wanted to know about your rice purity test score, catching the curiosity of the rest of the chat and frankly, shu himself since he too never thought to ask

"huh, i actually never asked you either. you okay with telling us, y/n?" he asks like the gentleman he was

you frown, "i actually haven't taken the test. lemme go do it real quick and i'll come with the results. wait here shu and chat!"

as he waits for you, he makes himself busy by going through the superchats he missed, thanking and skimming them

he laughs when he reads one that says, "i bet y/n has it pretty low"

and it seems that chat was agreeing with the statement

at the mention of you, shu remembers that you've been awfully quiet as though you weren't there anymore

he calls out, "yo, y/n?"

"hm?" you hum, voice softer than before

shu begins to suspect something, guessing that it probably had something to do with the test you're taking. he chuckles, "you good? been quiet for a good while."

"o-oh, i'm fine. just peachy."

just peachy?

shu laughs even more, "just peachy? you don't really say that. you sure you okay? is it the test? did you finish?"

you groan, rubbing at your head when shu basically spoke your mind out loud. "okay fine yes i did"

"uh huh then?"

shu's obliviousness rly kills you sometimes, especially right now ;-;

"shu, my score is uh"

"your score?"

"yours plus 2"

well that was one way to put it

"mine plus 2? 95 plus 2? wait what?" it's only now that shu realizes why you were nervous

and he can't help but laugh at it

your face is red from the embarrassment as you bombard shu, "wh-why are you laughing, huh??"

"bro, your score is higher than me! it's super funny. cause you're the one usually coming up with the rly unseiso jokes," and he doesn't cease his laughter which further incriminates you

"shuuu stop laughing :<<"

"i'm sorry but it's so hilarious and weird??? i guess it is because the test is more about what you do than what you know but still," he grins. "besides, why are you so embarrassed? isn't this like a good thing or something?"

"it's you laughing at me is what makes me embarrassed dammit," you huff ＼(｀0´)／

and well as previously mentioned, shu is a super chill guy and usually doesn't hold onto jokes on one stream to the next

ofc unless if someone brings it up, but the worst shu yamino can do is rly to laugh at how ridiculously contradicting it was

Masterlist!

[chippedaxe]

Mcyt hc's w/ virgin s/o

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Title: Mcyt hc's w/ virgin s/o

Warnings: NSFW after the SFW (Minors don't read that), mentions of pregnancy, rope bunny content, mentions of blood,

Pronouns: They/Them, non gender specific anatomy

Synopsis: The reader confesses that they are a virgin and this is how the mcyt's react.

Word count: 2.6k

Note: No one asked for this but I still wrote it. SFW is completely safe, it has none of the warnings mentioned above but it may have some suggestive content (no actual sexual content being written however)

* added cut for less clutter

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(SFW, kind of safe to read, has some suggestive-ish content but has no actual nsfw content)

c! Dream

- He is almost shocked to hear this kind of news but he's pretty respectful of it "you're a virgin? That's alright, this relationship isn't just about sex, I love you" Dream kissed your lips.

- He would talk with you about what you maybe wanted to do "Just talk to me when you feel ready. Do you understand sexual safety? Do you wanna have a talk about consent?" Dream asked you and you nodded, he was so caring of you <3

- "We don't have to rush into anything, we can wait if you want to, I love you" he reassures you.

c! Sapnap

- He doesn't really care, he doesn't realize how much it means to you until he sees you about to cry "oh oh oh no, I'm so sorry baby.. It's alright to be a virgin, I don't judge you" he caressed your face and peppered your nose with sweet kisses.

- He lays you on the bed and lies down next to you, you speak to each other about the topic and it makes you feel more comfortable and safe "I don't have to be the one to take your virginity, don't feel as if you have to give it to me.." Sapnap reassured you "I want you to take it, I love you" you told him.

- "I'd love to take your virginity for you then. Do you want to talk about the contraceptive methods now? Or- do you think you wanna talk about starting a family together..?" Sapnap blushed softly at the idea of having kids with you.

c! George

- He is taken back by your sudden confession "A virgin??" George blushes "That- That's okay!" George stumbles over his words slightly "I mean I'd love to take your virginity but we don't have to have that talk yet! if you don't wanna have it..." George pulled at his collar.

- You slowly curled up on his chest and you sighed "I'm not very experienced, I'm worried" you spoke up "you don't have to be worried! I- I can show you certain things, if that's what you want" George seemed nervous as he spoke.

- "what's wrong? you seem nervous.." you shrunk down slightly "sorry! it's just- the thought of taking your virginity is kind of making me feel some type of way!" George and you laughed it off "We can have a serious talk if you want! We can speak about condoms and stuff!" George smiled awkwardly as he was trying to slowly introduce you to this sexual topic.

c! Eret

- Eret was stunned as you had just sat him down and started talking to her about that "woah woah- we're having an important talk now? Okay, okay, just let me sit down!" Eret pulled you down next to them on the bed and you both sat together.

- "I'm a virgin" you confessed, Eret furrowed her eyebrows and gave you a small smile "aw, my baby, that's fine with me" he held onto your hands and gave them quick kisses "I want to talk about um.. possibly losing my virginity?" you felt nervous as you asked.

- "Oh of course! I'd love nothing more than to take my darling's virginity- but we don't need to rush that and you certainly don't have to feel as if you're being pressured to do this with me. You don't get another V card so use this one wisely and think on your decision, do you really want to do this with me?"

- "Of course I do, I love you so much.." You lean forward and kiss them.

c! Karl

- He spits out his food "huh?" he wasn't judging you, he was just unsure why you'd suddenly say that now while he's eating on the floor. He puts his food down and beckons you to join him on the ground "okay, talk with me" he offers.

- "I'm a virgin, I've never had sex before.." you were shy as you confessed to him "There's nothing wrong with that, why're you being so shy for?" Karl tried to lighten to mood slightly "shut up!" you smiled as he was teasing you for being shy.

- "I guess I'm kind of nervous because- well.. Do you.. Would you? Would you take my virginity? Please?" you closed your eyes as you were anxiously waiting for his response "REALLY? You wanna let me do that? I'd be honored! I'll make it the most memorable experience of your life!" Karl gives you a hug and returns to his food.

c! Punz

- He gives you a hug, he understands. "That's alright with me, doll, you let me know when you want me to take that virginity of yours" Punz kisses you on the cheek.

- "we can always just make out, you know I love every bit of you" Punz teases you lightly, his lips pressing against your neck "Down bad" you laughed at your little joke "Down bad? Me? Definitely, all for you" he kisses you again playfully.

- He might make little sexual jokes or sexual gestures but he never actually does anything to make you uncomfortable and he won't actually touch you until you give him some kind of consent, if he slaps you on the ass while you're not paying attention then he's gonna get a slap back on the butt "watch your hands!"

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(NSFW, not safe to read)

c! Dream

- Dream hovers over you, your fragile frame is right underneath him. You look so innocent, your eyes glance up to see his face, your eyes shine with such purity "I'm going inside now, tell me if its too much"

- He spreads your legs and slowly lines himself up with your hole, he bites his lip as he tries not to just shove it inside of you, he felt bad when he saw the pain you were experiencing when he was stretching you out.

- "I'm so sorry, my baby.. Do you want me to stop or to pull out?" Dream asked as he saw tears prick your eyes "I'll be fine, maybe just let me adjust to it a bit.." you lied there and tried to just relax so your muscles would loosen and let him into you more comfortably.

- You finally loosen up and that's when you let him move, your tight untouched walls are so tight against his cock, he looks at your face for any signs of discomfort but all he sees is the bliss in your eyes. You roll your head back onto the pillows and you whine in pleasure "What? Gonna cum already?" Dream teased.

- You had in fact came already. Dream kisses your temples before pulling out "but you didn't cum.." you whined "I didn't want to overwork your body, you're probably still very sensitive" Dream moved his hand down to rub your sore hole as a test and pulled away once he saw you squirm "Then let me show you what I learnt.." you got on your knees and pulled your hair out of the way, getting ready to blow him.

c! Sapnap

- Sapnap bent you over and was trying his best to go in slow, you choked on your cries when he started to stretch you open. Sapnap looked freaked out and nervous when he saw that you started to bleed "Shit- do I need to stop??" Sapnap asked you if you were doing okay.

- "It hurts..." you whined "I told you it would, is it getting too much for you?" Sapnap started to slowly pull out but you stopped him "wait a bit. please." he listened to you and stayed there with half of his cock inside of your hole.

- Your hole twitched around him and that's when he slowly gave a little thrust, you cried in pleasure and bit down on your lip "does it still hurt?" Sapnap asked you and rubbed your back softly "A little bit, it- it also feels good though!" you leaned up against the bed and arched your back into Sapnap.

- Sapnap couldn't control his orgasms when it came to your tight tight walls, he had hoped that you were getting close "gonna cum, baby?" he was hoping you'd say yes so you could both cum at the same time "y- yes!" you nodded, Sapnap sighed in relief and moved his hand down to grab at your hips and help you grind against him.

- You both came at the same time, your eyes rolling into the back of your head because of the pleasure.

c! George

- He has you sitting in his lap naked, "I'm as nervous as you are" George reminded you. "I need you to lower yourself down on my cock for me, okay? I don't wanna hurt you.." George requested, his hands guiding your hips.

- You straddled his cock and slowly started to push it inside, you let out a harsh cry as it was already hurting quite a bit "fuck! Fuck you Georgenotfound!" you cursed as it stung your tight hole "I'm so sorry baby, I wish I could take away the pain for you.." George rubbed your belly and gave your chest a few kisses so you could hopefully relax.

- You eventually bottomed out onto his cock, tears rolled down your cheeks and you let out a sigh of relief "That looked painful, you don't have to continue if it hurts.." George moved to get up but you pinned him back down "Let me do this" you told him. He laid back down and let you continue your pathetic actions.

- You started to grind on his cock gently, your legs were shaking from the pleasure and you had to dig your nails into George's shoulders to keep yourself up straight. George took pity on you and grabbed onto your hips, he started to guide you so that you could ride him properly and get yourself off. "Good Y/n, you're doing so well.." George groaned.

- You grabbed George and pulled him even closer to you, his chest was against yours and this was probably the closest you guys have ever been to each other. Your hands got tangled in his hair and you gave a loud yelp as you started to cum around his cock "Fuck!" George came just a few moments after you did.

c! Eret

- "Listen. I'll normally take control but I want you to do what you want just this one time, I don't want to hurt you by not knowing your body so I need you to just listen to what I say and do it yourself, okay?" Eret holds onto your torso and makes you look up at her.

- Their cock is poking at your entrance teasingly, you listen to his words and you slowly slide onto his cock. Her penis slides into you and you gasp "Look how well your body did, you feel so good around me, baby" Eret kissed your collar bone as she started to slowly grind against your hips.

- You tried to grind back onto him but failed "Please fuck me, take control, please.." Eret listened to your desperate pleas and flipped you over so they could gently pound into your tight hole. You were already feeling immense pleasure from her cock, your hole twitched and you felt embarrassed as you tried not to cum.

- "it's okay if you cum right now, you can always just jerk me off right after" Eret teased you and caressed your cheek as she jerked her hips into you one more time, you went over the edge and came hard on his penis "Fuck!" you cried out "That's a good pet.." Eret pulled out of you and kissed your lips.

- You then repaid your royal highness by sitting at the edge of the bed and worshipping their cock, your tongue lapping at the precum that was leaking from the tip. Your hands groped at his thighs and he groaned "You're learning so fast, baby"

c! Karl

- He's like a little puppy, he's so eager to please you and doesn't want you to get hurt "I stretched myself out so I don't think it'll hurt when you go in.." you admitted "really? I'll try to go in but if it hurts or makes you feel uncomfortable then just tell me to stop please" Karl kissed your cheek.

- He lined his cock up with your entrance and tried to slide in slowly but his whole cock just got swallowed in your hole "Ah! shit- I'm so sorry! Does that hurt? Do I need to exit??" Karl goes to pull out but then sees the blissed out expression on your face "This doesn't hurt you?"

- You practically beg him to start fucking you already, his hips buck against yours. His hands grope at the skin on your chest, his cock pulsing and twitching while inside of you "Sorry- I- I'm gonna cum soon, your tightness is just a bit much for me.." Karl groaned and let out a high moan when he fucked just the right place inside of you.

- You gasped and moaned, nodding you head and pleading for him to keep hitting you in that one spot "Yes yes yes!" you throw your head back and close your eyes "Karl! I love you Karl!" you moaned out his name, it sounded perfect the way that it just dripped from your lips.

- Karl hissed as he pulled out quickly and then shot a huge load onto your stomach, you looked down at your cum covered body and you furrowed your eyebrows "You're cleaning that up, Karl"

c! Punz - He'd normally be so rough with you, hands pulling at your hair and choking you until you're begging for him to let you cum but he couldn't do that right now. He had no choice but to calm down and be gentle for you.

- He had you tied up however, he couldn't let you think you had all the control. He opened your entrance up and slid inside, he was surprised on how smooth he just entered you, he looked at your face to look for signs of pain "wait! it- it feels weird!" he waited just a moment for you before giving an experimental thrust "Shit!" you gasped and squirmed in your bindings.

- "Is that squirming a sign of pain or pleasure?" Punz was unsure of your reaction "P- Pleasure! Keep going please!" you begged, Punz grabbed your thighs and used them to steady himself as he started to fuck into you a little faster. Your moans were loud and you felt as if you needed to scream, you moved your head around "Punzzz.." you slurred his name.

- "I'm gonna cum.. gonna scream your name.." you bit your lip and tried to stay quiet "Let them all hear you, let the smp know you belong to me, baby" Punz went even harder, his cock hitting against just the right places. You shuddered and screamed in pleasure as you came undone and came all over his cock "Punz!!"

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[ctrlaltsoob]

13. phone calls are useless - take a hint (csb)

summary: worrying about anything else couldn’t matter less to huh y/n, who cares so desperately at beating the one and only choi soobin in absolutely everything she can. although maybe there are some things than only can take the trophy for first…

or where two people fail to realise that the line between love and hate is very thin, even though they might be the smartest in their studies.

warnings: angst??? idk if u can call it that, swearing, mentions of violence

a/n: HAPPY HYUKA DAY !!! im sorry for the slow updates i’ve been applying for stuff all week and have to plan for a bunch of things it’s a Mess but i hope u like this chapter

12. minecraft vs. roblox | masterlist | 14. not funny

more under the cut [sns, wc. 3.1k]

“what the fuck are you doing in front of my house at 10 am?”

“i wanted to see odi.”

choi soobin must be another level of stupid. but then again, you must be too considering how you actually listened to him and opened the front door. he’s dressed in the most basic outfit possible and it pisses you off that he looks a lot more than just presentable.

but you’d rather die than admit that out loud.

“are you going to let me in or…?”

“no,” you smile and he scowls. “have a shitty day!”

you shut the door in his face. or at least, you try to, because he wedges his knee between the door and frame to prevent it from closing. and although he’s successful, he majorly underestimated the force of you slamming it shut because he’s positive that a bruise will now form on his knee due to the impact.

despite the obvious pain on his face, you still glare at him like he’s a piece of gum stuck at the bottom of your shoe. it’s almost pitiful the way he clutches his knee in pain — it’s just a shame that you’re already annoyed at him for disturbing your otherwise peaceful morning. he looks up at you expectantly, like he’s waiting for you to feel bad and invite him inside, but instead you say nothing and wait for him to leave.

“are you done yet?”

“you’re cruel,” he frowns at your unbothered demeanour. “it’s been nearly a month since i last saw him. don’t be so heartless.”

“honestly, i couldn’t care less about how you feel,” you say, hand creeping towards the edge of the door to try and shut it again. “if you wanted to see him you should’ve let me know at least two weeks in advance.”

soobin stands up straight, wincing as he straightens his leg. “yeah well, you would’ve found a reason to avoid me,” he states matter-of-factly, eyes rolling at how you blink at him innocently. “and then before i know it, you’ve kept my son as a hostage.”

“firstly he’s my son now,” you’re genuinely offended by what he says, and he clenches his jaw because he can tell you mean what you’re saying. “secondly, i would never avoid you. what on earth are you talking about?”

“haha very funny,” he deadpans. your eyes meet with his and soobin finds himself in absolute disbelief at how you look like the epitome of purity, as if you weren’t the person who locked him in the school’s supply cupboard because you wanted him to miss his exam and fail. it’s strange though, how your wide doe eyes make his irritation subside and he stares a little longer at your face than he should, but he shakes his head and reminds himself that he’s here to see his hedgehog and not you.

“come on, y/n, please just—“ he stops himself as the smug glint in your eyes makes him realise that he’s begged you for something twice now. he sighs and shuts his eyes. “please just let me see odi.”

“if you were polite from the start, i would’ve let you in straight away,” you say, a little too cheerfully that it throws him off. you open the door a little wider so he can walk through, but not too much so that he still has to open the door himself. you don’t bother to offer him the fancy guest slippers as he removes his shoes like you would to any other guest because, well, he’s choi soobin.

as you shut your front door, he wanders off deeper into your house like he’s been around a million times, which to be honest, he has. but that was a millennia ago and you don’t want to think about that right now. soobin’s apparent comfortability in your own home hurts you slightly because you know that he knows the layout of your house like the back of his hand, and that he recognises most of the furniture arranged here. even so, you pretend to be none the wiser when soobin goes into your kitchen and pours himself a drink, partly because he knows you wouldn’t do it for him, and partly because he’d rather do it himself than bother you any further.

you pretend to make yourself busy as soobin gushes at the hedgehog, or whatever he does with him. you’re not entirely sure why he came over because you’ve heard stories from beomgyu about how odi practically ignores soobin’s existence and does his own thing, so him traveling all the way to your house seems completely unnecessary. the extremely awkward silence that fills the room every five minutes makes you regret letting him in, and the small talk that he uncharacteristically starts here and there makes you want to disappear into thin air.

“so…” he starts, and you freeze in place, dread washing over you. “are you going anywhere this summer?”

you don’t bother replying to him. instead, you just stare at him like he’s got two heads and he stares back at you with equal confusion. it’s the fifth time this has happened in the span of twenty minutes, and for some reason he still goes for it despite the obvious hesitance on your face.

“no offence, well actually full offence, but um, why do you keep talking to me?”

soobin blinks at you in shock. if you saw hurt in his eyes, it’s quickly masked up with a scoff. “forgive me for wanting to be courteous then,” he grimaces and you tilt your head further in confusion.

“no i was just wondering why you had to come here,” you reason, suddenly hyperaware of his feelings. “couldn’t you just, i don’t know, call me or something?”

“then this guy wouldn’t be able to see me,” soobin cups the hedgehog in his hands and brings him up to his face. he’s so cute — the hedgehog, not the man — and you momentarily forget that he shouldn’t be in your home, sitting on the floor of your living room.

“right then,” you say, unimpressed with his reasoning. “how long will you be?”

“wow. you really don’t want me here do you?”

“was i too obvious?” you tilt your head and bat your eyelashes at him. he rolls his eyes and resumes what he was doing, essentially dismissing you, which annoys you slightly because you think it’s supposed to be you who ends the converstion.

thankfully soobin has learned that you would rather endure the awkward silence between you than suffer from any small talk, and so after a few minutes of nothing, you wordlessly make your way to him and drop a plate of fruit on the table beside odi’s cage. it’s a harmless gesture, one that you thought nothing of as you prepared some for yourself, so for a moment you’re taken aback when he stares at you.

“what?” you pop a piece of fruit into your mouth as his eyes flick and forth between the plate and you.

“thanks?” he eyes you cautiously as he reaches for a slice of mango on the plate, wary in case you’ve poisoned it or something along the lines of that. “this is just… fruit, right?”

you’re almost offended by what he says. “what else would it be? rice? soup?”

“i was checking to see if you spat on it,” he clarifies and you frown. “not surprised if you did.”

“and you’re still gonna eat it despite not knowing if i did or not?” you watch as he eats the fruit and shrugs, reaching for more as he swallows.

“don’t care,” he mumbles, mouth full of food. “tastes good anyways.”

“disgusting,” you find it unbelieveable how he’s so content with stuffing his face full of your food, when he has no problem using you as his punching bag. “lock the door on your way out.”

as you make your way to the stairs, you hear him mention something unintelligible. he’s quick to catch up to you and bother you once more. the request he makes is absurd. it makes your brain hurt, but for some stupid reason you comply and let him follow you up the stairs.

letting soobin into your home was one thing, but having him in your room is something else completely. it feels like an invasion of your privacy, but that strange feeling you felt while he fed you snacks during the drive home from the airport has made its way back again, and it leaves you to contemplate your feelings on your own.

you know damn well that if any of your friends were to find out that he came over alone, much less into your room, you would never hear the end of it. yet for some reason, you don’t think much of it as he takes a look around, eyes repeatedly settling on your wardrobe.

“what is it?”

“huh? oh,” he shakes his head as you stare at him with wide eyes. he clears his throat before he speaks. “do you remember the winter event we held two years ago? the one with the bake off challenge?”

your stomach twists again as he forces you to recall the events of that damned fair. it’s not a question specific enough to make you feel sick inside, but you know what he’s alluding to and you can feel your head start to spin.

you see, your little rivalry didn’t necessarily start two years ago, but rather that was during the peak of it — if there was ever such a thing. you’re sure that even the teachers had gotten involved at some point during that time. and yet, although there wasn’t an hour where the two of you weren’t at each other’s throats, when it got too cold and it was just you and soobin alone in the school’s hall preparing for the next day’s award ceremony, he had offered you his fleece. well, more like silently chucked the piece of clothing at you in the most unceremonious manner possible, but you suppose it’s the thought that counts.

it might have taken you several minutes to accept it — several minutes that made soobin feel like dying right then and there — but you took it and put it on nonetheless. did you look nice in it? who knows — soobin refused to look at you wearing his clothes anyways, because he knows that if he did, it would be over for him. but as always, you don’t need to know that.

“yes i do,” you say slowly, praying that he doesn’t repeat the sequence of events that just flashed before your mind. “what about it?”

“nothing,” he shrugs, like what he’s just asked you is something that you discuss daily, which by the way, is far from it. “just wanted to see if you still have my hoodie.”

this is new. you two may have been each other’s sworn enemies back then, but even now that you’ve grown more used to each other in recent years, this relationship is still not something solid enough to reminisce in. his audacity never fails to stun you. sure, things have been more civil in the past few weeks, but this? this is just something else.

you’re back is facing him as you process what he’s just said. “y/n?”

“sorry, but why do you keep bringing it up?” you hope your voice is as firm as you think, and that it doesn’t represent the chaos in your mind.

“bringing what up?” the tone in his voice makes it clear that he doesn’t understand what you’re trying to say. it frustrates you, that he’s so quick to engage with you like nothing’s ever happened, that he doesn’t think twice before giving you souvenirs from abroad like he wasn’t the person who made your school life a living hell.

“do you seriously have memory loss?” you’re facing him now, eyes burning into his with a look that he can’t decipher. it seems like determination, but there’s something else with it that he can’t put his finger on. “stop fucking with me. why are you acting like this is all okay?”

you’re more aggressive that you’d meant to be, and you start to regret it when he furrows his brows like he does when he feels as if he’s been rejected. perhaps you’re being too cruel to suddenly just spring this on him out of nowhere, but it’s been bothering you ever since that phone call two weeks ago, and your brain can’t think of one reason why he pretends like this is the norm.

“well, i just,” he pauses, and you feel your frustration growing as the seconds pass. “wanted to be the bigger person?”

the look on his face has you floored. choi soobin? the bigger person? you doubt he even knows what that means.

“is that even possible?” you wonder out loud, and the sour look on his face fuels your ego. is he being serious about that? who knows. if his personality were an animal, you wouldn’t hesitate to condemn him as a snake.

“let’s just let it go, y/n,” he sighs as he leans back on your desk, ignoring the look you give him. “aren’t we meant to be grown now?”

“well i’m not seeing you ever again after this summer since you’re not going to my uni,” you point out and he finds himself unwillingly agreeing. “i don’t see why we have to sort things out.”

this sudden ‘heart-to-heart’ has you screaming in your head. it’s safe to say that you crossed whatever normal was when he entered your home alone, but with every passing second, you can feel that line slipping further and further away. your words are honest, though, and he can tell, but for some reason he keeps pushing this agenda.

“true, but isn’t it better to end it, like,” he coughs, words suddenly stuck in his throat. he takes a minute to right himself, exhaling before be speaks again. “on a better note? or something like that.”

you have a feeling that beomgyu is behind all this, because now that you think about it, he’s been saying this repeatedly over the past few weeks. still, you find yourself shrugging and slowly nodding your head, which surprises soobin, because he didn’t think you would agree with something that he said.

“no thanks,” you scrunch your nose in disgust as he puts forward his hand to shake yours.

“don’t say that you’re not gonna shake my hand just because you think i have cooties,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes as your face falls because you know he’s seen right through you. “so childish.”

“was not gonna say that,” you mumble, hesitantly slotting your hand into his to prove him wrong. it feels like a crime to have his hand in yours — even if it’s only for less than five seconds —, and as you detach your hands, you hope that yours wasn’t as clammy as you thought they were. “go home.”

it’s obvious that soobin’s amused by your suddenly reserved behaviour. his mouth is twisted into something like a smile while his eyes crinkle as they look at you. but despite your incredibly strong urge to just shove him out of your house so that you never have to see him again, you already agreed to being more civilised around each other. you really need to learn to stop holding grudges though, because it hasn’t even been ten minutes since you shook on it and you feel the regret already crawling in.

“are you not gonna walk me to the door?” he asks, tilting his head. his question is a joke, but it still annoys you nonetheless.

“do you want me to punch you?” you mumble half-heartedly, sinking down onto your bed. you hear him scoff as you lie on your stomach, burying your face into the pillow. “go home, i’m sleepy.”

“it’s literally only eleven thirty,” he points out, and you crane your neck to look at your wrist watch. there’s a pregnant pause after you mumble out incoherent words and reposition yourself on your bed.

“glad you liked the bracelet.”

your head shoots up at his words. when you meet his eyes, you expected to see him all cocky and proud, but for some reason there’s a genuine smile on his face.

weird.

you clear your throat. “yeah, well, it’s cute, i mean, the flowers and stuff,” you mumble, looking anywhere but at him. do you thank him again? you don’t know what to say, especially when he’s staring at you with an undecipherable look on his face.

“that’s nice,” soobin nods his head, speaking after a while. you nod your head too, unsure of what to do now. he waves his hand in the air and walks towards the door. “go back to sleep. sorry that i disturbed you.”

for a moment you’re completely stunned, mainly because a) the choi soobin just said sorry, and b) because he’s suddenly being accomodating. you have to force yourself back into reality as you shake your head.

“no, no, it’s okay,” you reassure him and he presses his lips into a thin line, dimples appearing on both sides of his face. “don’t forget to lock the door on your way out.”

soobin only puts his thumb up as he leaves your room, not forgetting to close the door behind him. you definitely won’t be able to sleep easily now, with the way your mind is swirling with thoughts, but you swear it’s only like that because you’re convinced he’ll forget to shut the door properly. yet when you hear the clicking of the lock from downstairs, it does nothing to ease your thinking. instead, you swear it only gets louder.

you sigh, face planted into the pillow again. you just hope no one knew that he was coming over, because that in itself would just be another can of worms that you’re not ready to deal with and get rid of again.

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[pure-kirarin]

One piece x f!reader having a babyface

Hi ! thanks for requesting. I hope that these will be to your taste <3 

SHANKS  - He would tease you so much because of your babyface, really. He would totally love how soft your cheeks are and would pinch them like a child’s now and then, getting a murderer look from you. 

- Your babyface makes him feel extremely protective of you. He loves how young and innocent you look, but when will he understand that having a baby face doesn’t mean being a litteral baby ? 

-People would probably mistake you for his daughter...And he is going to play along. 

- “(Y/N) ? Yeah ? She’s my daughter ! She has just turned 14, isn’t she adorable ?” he would say, making you extremely embarrassed, because well, you are an adult ! 

- “How come do you look younger day after day ? Ahh, and I’m becoming an old man...It’s unfair, you’re not going to leave me for some youngster, aren’t you ? *wink* “

-He will most likely call you “babyface”. Yes, that’s your new nickname. 

-Your sweet features he can’t get enough of. He really loves that you are so cute, it adds a breeze of innocence to his life, like some kind of purity.

-He feels like he would stain your innocence if he came to touch you. He wants to protect that purity of yours above all. 

-Yet he can’t help but want to mess with you. 

KID

-The first time that Kid saw you, he thought that you had a punchable face. Yes, he hates kids overall, they just inspire him weakness and brattyness. 

-Your first interaction with Captain Kid when you joined the crew as a new recruit probably went like this ;  “Your face”  “huh ?”  “It looks like a child’s”. 

- You wouldn’t really understand his reaction. You have never noticed that Kid frowning everytime he looked at you could be because of your innocent features. He looked like he wanted to murder you or something. 

- “Stop doing whatever you are doing, (Y/N). - Doing what ?  -I don’t know, making that face. -What face ? I mean...it’s my real face though ?..” 

-Little by little, he would grow to like it. But he likes it in that way where he finds it annoyingly cute. He would just squish your face with his hand while looking at you then just say to himself as he releases you 

“what an annoying face” ...”I really want to...argh. Go away ! I don’t want to look at you.” 

-It’s just too much for him.  Sometimes he would just avoid you because if he looks for too long he gets a desire to kill someone. It’s just too...Adorable and it awakens something feral inside of him. 

-One day, it would just click in his mind, he would understand that he doesn’t hate your face, but he actually loves it so much that it makes him want to possess you right there and now. 

-It’s just a huge turn on of his. 

LAW

- It was the first thing that he noticed about you, your face. Your big eyes and babycheeks just caught his sight. 

-Your face had something so innocent and precious which made him get attached to you immideatly. 

-He couldn’t help but want to pinch your cheeks, it was almost compulsive, however, he had to keep that cool facade of his. 

-But he knew from that moment that he wanted you to be his. You were on another level of cuteness, and we all know that Law loves cute things. 

-Sometimes he would caught himself smiling while thinking of how adorable you look, then he would cough, one time then twice, before looking all serious again. 

-He just can’t say no to you. He gives in to all your desires because when you look at him with those big doe eyes he can’t help it but feel extremely weak.

-You are basically his weakness. 

-He will be extremely protective of you, like, really, he doesn’t want anyone to look at you from fear of them falling to your charm. 

[midnightlee25]

Pure beauty (yandere Makoto Naegi x reader)

(Y/n) was busy fixing up a vase of flowers when they heard the bell to the door of their small flower shop rang, singling to them that someone had stepped inside. Putting on a bright smile they greeted the new visitor.  

  " Welcome, how may I - Makoto!" the young man had become a regular to the shop coming in once a week for new flowers. 

  “Hello.” he greeted.   

  “What would you like this time? Buttercup? Chrysanthemum? Gardenias?”  

  “You really do seem to have every flower. It makes it so hard to choose.” Makoto looked around the shop at all the flowers.  

  “Of course, everyone needs a bit of variety in their life and this shop is just the place for it.”  as (y/n) talked they placed the finished vase behind them. “Besides, I'm not the ultimate florist for nothing.” 

  “Have any favorites?”  

  “So many it's hard to choose.” 

  Every time he came into the shop it was like this. Just talking about whatever came to mind.  It was peaceful and simple but made the shop light up, at least to Makoto it did.  

  Finally, Makoto picked out some white lilies with purple wrapping and a black ribbon to hold them together. 

  “You know this flower means Innocence and purity.” 

  “Really?”  

  “Yup, every flower has a meaning they can be a language all on their own.” They handed him the bouquet. “They must be really lucky to have someone like you.” 

  “Huh?!”  

  “The person you give those flowers to every week or if you just keep them for yourself then they go to a very colorful new home.”  they explained. 

  “Oh, will” Makoto stammered, “I'll see you next week!” and with that he rushed out of the shop. 

  Pure huh? He thought looking down at the flowers and they are beautiful… just like (y/n) .... A pure beauty… I wonder if they will like my house once they get there… or it will be our house soon… I just need a few more things and everything will be perfect…. 

[becca-e-barnes]

I love men like Lee. Handsome as fuck, big cock with GIRTH and questionable morals. You mentioned in the last ask about the preacher being interested in the reader and now I can’t stop thinking about Lee bending me over in a church bathroom during service - 👩🏾‍🦳

Eugh god, I’m only interested in men if they’re the complete extremes? Like huge big bulky handsome men with no morals and dominant as hell or huge big bulky handsome men that get on their knees and whimper when you pull their hair. I literally don’t want any other type of man 😂

But back to Lee and the thought of him fucking you so rough and hard during church bc that makes my ex-religious soul tingle in the best kind of way 😵‍💫 and I just want to go back to the whole idea of the preacher doing a sermon on lust or sins of the flesh.

It’s the peak of summer, the cramped building is stiflingly hot with no AC so the congregation hardly bats an eye when you get up and slip out, assuming you’re simply too warm and need a breath of air. No one could even guess that you’re just finding the sermon is hitting entirely too close to home.

But as you’re in the little bathroom, splashing cool water on your face and taking a few steadying breaths, a glance in the mirror makes you jump given that the source of your lust is standing in the doorway with a smug smirk on his face.

“Too hot to handle today, huh darlin’?” He drawls, eyeing you up how he always does. He’s sinful and whether you were married or not, the things you do together are bound to be wrong but you have to admit, it feels so good, it’s all you’ve thought about, right from that first time he slipped inside you.

“Can I help you Sheriff?” You quiz softly, your timid voice only making his cock twitch.

“Oh y’can help me alright. But I wouldn’t want’a stain up your Sunday best. You’re such a sweet little thing after all. ‘Untainted by the touch of a man’, wasn’t that how the good preacher put it?” His voice is painfully smug, embarrassment rushing through you because it’s this very man’s touch that tarnished you. And yet you never want him to stop.

“If only he knew how fuckin’ addictive you are.” Lee hisses, the use of a curse word in church making you gasp. “If only he felt how wet that cute cunt can get. But he never will, will he? Your mine ‘n you know it. Bet if I slipped my hand under that dress right now, I’d find you drippin’.”

It’s even worse that he doesn’t check. He just spins you around, gripping your hips and flipping your pretty skirt up, pressing that thick length through your slick folds. No matter how many times you take him, the stretch still stings and it still tears a gasp from your lips

“Swear I never stop thinkin’ bout fillin’ you. Can’t get enough of these whines. Act so innocent, sittin’ out there with your legs crossed. Not one of those people know a thing. Haven’t a clue that you can cum on my cock within minutes. Haven’t a clue you beg me to fuck your bare. Love bein’ filled up just as much as I love fillin’ ya.”

And you do cum. Far too many times. A rough quickie with Lee always does that to you. So it’s not too long before you’re slipping back into the pew, Lee’s seed dripping from your hole, making you clench your knees together even tighter, an absolute picture of purity to anyone who doesn’t know better

[alberivh]

happy birthday, by the way

a headcannon of genshin men celebrating your most sincere birthday celebration at your last resting place

ilness, angst, slight fluff, comfort/hurt, implied death

kaeya, diluc x gn!reader

a/n ; @mikachuchu AS WE TOLD ONE ANOTHER ABOUT THIS IDEA, I DECIDED TO MAKE IT FOR MY OWN BIRTHDAY AND SO YEAH, ANYWAYS THANK YOU MIKA FOR HALF OD THE IDEAS AND BRAINROTS MUAH ILY

Kaeya

woohoo, it’s finally your birthday! It’s been a while since he prepared so much for his lover. Cakes, gifts, birthday card and many more! He was so excited!

he wasn’t so sure how many hours have passed when you weren’t with him, when you weren’t present in his arm or when you were unable to say i love you for the last time. Tonight was the same, you weren’t here. But your birthday..wouldn’t it still worth celebrating even if you’re not here? He wasn’t sure again.

anxiety crawls up to his tongue as soon as he realized how many pressure he had given to himself. Birthdays huh..a corpse birthday, would that bothered me..or would that make me an asshole for not letting go?…he thought about it once more. Kaeya doesn’t seem so bothered by the fact you weren’t here any longer, but the thing that scrolled through his lies and his fright the most is the fact he couldn’t see you smiling once more.

How last year, he prepared your candles, cakes, and those gifts which were made just for you. How you would smiled so brightly while thanking him and kissed his lips with an upmost adoration. How you shift yourself in your death bed, waiting for kaeya to feed you the cake he bakes just for you. It’s delicious, kaeya! You’re talented at this! Those words flustered his heart out. He was blushing, the colors are out of control; it makes the chuckle from your mouth sounds so bright at the moment he saw you again. you are the only one who could make him feel this way. he was so convinced to love you till the end..But Can he return to the time where it’s just you and him loving one another?

The taste of your warm was an addiction. A pure sincere affection. How you make his name special than ever, how you make the matching ring he bought seems perfect to fit into a sinner fingertips. He was so in love to ever let go, he wasn’t ready to found another person to bound. so when you finally closed your eyes atlas, those whimpers of ‘wake up’ would never make his dream came true. The ring you worn wouldn’t gloss in perfection. the owner have died, who are they to shine?

He likes that feeling where you were at least happy to bound together with him or with life itselves. You were enjoying it and you were in love with the idea of living for your own will; to made kaeya feel enough..and appreciated. It was selfish for kaeya to never let go of those will, although if some-day he would forget those statements. He’ll still be clinging into your tombstone again, to an only remembrance he had of you. He is not ready, he will never be. How could he been in love someone who wasn’t you..?

so here he is, under the moonlight, he ought your presence. The cecilias he bought yesterday were starting to dry out, the wind was so strong, it made the leaves which flew through your way disappear to thin dust. He prepared the candles and the cakes he bake just for you. A strawberry cake you ate when he still could linger through your warmth. To remember an innocent soul, Beloved partner of life, (Name) Alberich. The candles he light for you started to surround your name with peace, the small claps he make while humming the rhythm soothes into eclipse. The tears in his eyes were fond, the anxiety left him now. He was here to celebrate your birthday, your short age and his lost home.

“happy birthday to you…my love”

Diluc

diluc stares endlessly at the picture of you and him in his office. How’d you look so bright while his arm lingers to your waist, how your smile potrayed its emotion through your face. across his mind, he wasn’t thinking of nothing but you, beautiful he thought. The star was so beautiful tonight..it’s empathizing...and It’s your birthday, tonight. how can he forgot about your special ocassion? There’s no way isn’t it?

he hasn’t prepared any single shits for your birthday. Cakes? Not even a single crumble. Birthday card? The papers in his inventory, are all for his works. Present? None, there’s no such a thing as gift in his lonely-mansion. he was there thinking of you, the corridor was so quite when you’re not around, it chilled his bones. and the fact he wasn’t so sure if it’s right to celebrate someone’s birthday for his own sake, he felt as if he was holding his own grudge to be told.

he count the stars, every each of the stars that went through his sight. While the clock ticks through the timeline, he was focusing and counting how many pieces of you the star has left. He wanted to celebrate your birthday by remembering you. He doesn’t want to say goodbye, he wants to remembered. you are his star, diluc was once your moon. The brightest moon in disguise of the star; in love with the purity of the starlight.

there are 400 dust of you, beneath the star, he thought he found you again. One of them has the brightest light…one of them has the darkest cries. The wavering feel of numbness turned into a void of longing. He remembered so many thing…when you asked him to count the stars for you, how you asked him to blew the candle for you, how you hold his arm waiting for goodnight kisses to linger onto your flawless lips.

“you’re not going anywhere, would you..?” “t-that’s a..stupid question..” , he hold your palm to his chest. Making sure you could feel the beating of his heart. The melody which could only be heard by you, the warm that always search for you. Your hands were so cold, your eyes were too dull now. You weren’t blind, just dying. Although, he wasn’t ready to accept you were fading. Seeing diluc always hugging your hand as if he was trying to deny it was a harsh view in front of him, makes something inside you break. and truth to be told, you just want him to live up with the reality. I’m dying, please let go.

At the same night, you blew your candle. Your last candle. Thanking him in a hoarse tone, spoiling pecks of lovely kisses all over his face; making the once pale unbearable face look more alive than before. you were so weak now, and atlas the only thing you could do was to appreciate your last birthday, which was all prepared by diluc. The cake was so tasty..the candles are very pretty…even his face look more happier than usual. But..I think, it was almost the time to say goodbye.

he woke up to a certain alarm. it was an unfamiliar one. A hazy one at that. in your arms, he found himself to be in deep confusion..why is it so cold? Why is it so blurry..? And why don’t your instinct move to his movements. And why is it so quiet..? He asked himself. Waking you up was an option, but he never picked it up. Until he lost the option to wait..because why does your body letting diluc go? That have never happen. “…wake up..” , he whisper the cries. “sunshine…c’mon we promised to eat together again..” , he repeat. “…(name)..c’mon, aren’t we supposed to stay together..?”, he gave up.

he seek his palm once more. He remembers how bitter goodbye’s taste. But this time, that time…why is it so merciless? Cold body, warm memories of candles and cakes. The last thing you ought was to celebrate your birthday. The last thing you ought for diluc is for him to be freed from his expectation….so he did. He fractured that plea. Diluc once again found himself to crumbled in piece, 400 pieces of you he found, the candles which blew from the wind by the stars..here he is staring at your picture, kissing a small goodbye to a wander of the dead.

“goodbye..sunshine”

a/n ; the number 4 is a symbol of death in japanese culture. And thats the reason why i put (4)00 pieces of ‘you’ in diluc’s part.

TAGLIST : @mikachuchu , @zierx, @childeluv @urujiako , @chichikoi , @noirkkat , @aphrodicts-imagination , @icecappa , @abyssheart , @yeetmeoffjueyunkarst , @almondto-fu @shxnosuke

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TRAIL OF RED FEATHERS

YANDERE HAWKS/TAKAMI KEIGO X ANXIOUS F!READER

CW/TW: Yandere behavior, mentions of stalking, kidnapping, nonconsensual drug use/drugging, anxious reader, dub/non-con, somnophilia (?), size kink-ish, minor praise and degradation, dirty talk, possessive behavior, overstimulation, dacryphilia.

A/N: Let me know if I missed any please.

W.C: 7.8K

 DARK CONTENT! DARK CONTENT! DARK CONTENT!

Takami Keigo/Hawks: Trail of Red Feathers

  The constant findings of a red feather always somehow intrigued your curious mind. It never bothered you, you just never understood how you always ended up finding them. You had even brought it up to your friends just for them to respond with, “Huh. I never see those feathers” or “I think your starting to hallucinate.” After those comments you just kept the findings of the red feathers to yourself.

Your mind trailed back to when you first encountered one. Bright colors always entice you and you could never stop your body from walking towards such a color. So, of course when you first encountered such a bold, bright colored feather you immediately picked it up. The softness of the feather brought such a comforting sensation through your fingers. You just had to rub it a little more. A bright smile surfaced on your lips as you took the feather home with you. Then, not long after you found another one; ever since then every time you found one you kept it and took it home with you.

Unbeknownst to you that a red winged, blonde haired man purposely had been leaving them there for you. It was something about your innocence, your purity that drew him to you; unfortunately, that fascination turned to obsession quickly. He would even follow you during his patrols, you occupied his mind every second and he CRAVED for it. The obsession grew substantially over the past couple of weeks to where he was now planning to keep you away from everything and everyone.

It never went unnoticed how many men looked and ogled you. You never understood the reasoning behind it, but you never said anything because your anxiety would always hit and hindered you from telling the person off. It pissed your admirer off that you never said anything for them to back away, but at the same time he understood just how anxious you got… after all you had to take your medication twice a day. The first one at exactly seven a.m. on the dot and second one twelve hours after. He had your whole schedule memorized, not that you had a routine you just liked to stay home often and avoid any social interaction, besides the walks you forced yourself to go on to get some fresh air and sunlight. He liked that, this gave him the upper hand in thinking you would not want to leave, and you would just want to stay with him.

Today your friends invited you to hang out at a local coffee shop, they were always considerate of your anxiety; but you always felt like a burden, you did not want your friends to hold back on having fun just to include you. You did the bare minimum to get ready; brushing your teeth and hair was a struggle within itself, but you forced yourself to do so. You slipped on some shoes and put a light jacket over your shirt. You stepped out of your apartment and made your way outside a small breeze fanning your face as you took a deep breath and walked your way to the coffee shop.

Halfway to your meeting point you felt it. Someone was watching you; sometimes, you thought you were overreacting, but the eerie feeling became more prominent recently. The thumping in your chest gradually became louder to where that was all you could hear; you bit your bottom lip as you so desperately wanted to go back and seek comfort underneath your blanket. A small sigh escaped your lips and you decided against that, you continued your walk as the feeling of someone watching you never left. You finally approached the coffee shop, but you had the urge to look in the direction from where you thought someone was watching. You looked up to your right but so nothing. Just a couple of strangers walking by you.

Was I hallucinating? No. I couldn’t have been.

As your name was called out your head quickly snapped towards the voice to come face to face with Cameron, her bubbly self suddenly calming you down almost instantly. She was the person you were closest to, and she helped you during your hardest times. Cameron frowned a bit noticing your tense stature. “Hey, _____... you okay?” She asked softly, genuine concern evident in her hazel eyes.

“U-uhm…” you hesitated. You did not want the start of this hang out to be clouded with your own delusions.

“Hey, when you are ready to tell me, I’m here for you!” Cameron gave you a wide smile. Relief pulsed through your blood as she gently too your arm and y’all walked inside the coffee shop.

The aroma of coffee beans immediately tickling your sense of smell. Cameron took a deep inhale as well. “Ughh... I just love the smell of coffee.”

A small giggle left your lips as you silently agreed. Cameron looked over to you with a genuine smile. She wanted nothing more than to see you happy.

After ordering y’all picked the corner table away from the crowd patiently waiting for the order and the rest of the group to show up (which was only three more). As they all slowly showed up one by one; your coffee had already arrived as your index tapped vigorously against the edge of the cup. You steadied your hands as much as you could, bringing the mug slowly up to your lips you took a small sip. The warmth of the coffee and the right amount of sweetness causing you to let out a small hum.

You heard the door chime and a couple of gasps were heard throughout the area. You looked up to see what the commotion was. A blonde-haired man with red wings walked in. You looked over to Cameron who was also in awe; you were so confused. You didn’t know who this was, but everyone else seemed to know. You tugged quietly at Cameron’s sleeve and she turned to you.

“Ah. I forgot you don’t really keep up with this sort of stuff…” she paused as he looked over to y’all. His golden eyes meeting with your eyes, your jaw dropped just a bit. That feeling again, as if someone was watching you.

Why does his presence feel familiar?

You blushed as he smiled at you. You quickly look down and fiddled with your fingers getting a little too anxious.

“He is the number two hero by the way,” Cameron finally finished out. Your eyes widened and you turned to Cameron. She gave you a small smile as you just nodded in understanding. You looked back up at the number two hero and saw how he was bombarded by so many people; yet it’s like he could sense you staring, and he looked your way once more. A small smirk appeared on his face making your face heated once again. You took another sip as you tried to focus in on the conversation your friends were having, but your mind was just focused on him, something about him, his golden eyes, his little smirk, it just edged into your mind.

Two hours had passed, and you were able to engross yourself into the conversation, chatting away about relationships and things of such. A small yawn escaped your mouth and you decided you should probably head home. You stood up to say your goodbyes to everyone and Cameron decided to give you a ride home.

“No excuses, I want to,” Cameron interjected before you could deny. You sighed softly in defeat knowing all too well she would not change her mind. Cameron said her goodbyes to everyone also and y’all left the coffee shop beside each other. Getting in the passenger side of the car the smell of sweet coconut filled your nostrils, Cameron had always kept her car tidy and it somehow always encouraged you to keep apartment clean.

“You know, I would say your anxiety has calmed down. I’m really proud of you,” she comments. A wide smile spreads across your face hearing that comment.

“Really? It’s just recently I’ve felt like I’ve held the group back so much since y’all accommodate to me,” You admit. You felt weight lift off your shoulders as it was finally said. Cameron let out a small hum.

“I can see how you think that, but hun...” She took a small breath, “If we genuinely feel like that than we are not your friends. Your wellbeing is much more important than me going to stupid club to shit faced and have a random hookup,” she finishes. You look down as you fiddled with your fingers.

How do I respond?

“Thanks Cameron, I owe you big time,” You say. Cameron parks on the side right in front of your apartment building.

“You don’t. You literally have been there for me through everything and despite your anxiety you were always able to be calm when I was crying… don’t question your ability in friendship,” Cameron reassured. You gave a small smile and reached over and gave her a huge hug that y’all both needed.

Releasing after a while you gave her a thank you and got out of her car. You watched as she drove off a small smile still portrayed on your face. You turned around walking up the steps to go inside and you stopped. There it was again, the feeling that someone was watching; you couldn’t help yourself you turned to the side and looked around. Your eyes glanced at the bottom of the steps.

A red feather.

You bit your bottom lip as your eyes gleamed with happiness. You happily walked down the steps and picked up the feather. A small chuckle interrupted your thoughts and you jumped in fright. You quickly turned around and met eyes with golden daunting eyes. It was Hawks.

“So, you’re the one who has been picking them up,” He asked.

“I-I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t know…” you stuttered out. You looked down in embarrassment, you heard his footsteps come closer and you could smell his faint cologne.

Do I give it back to him?

“Don’t be, it’s cute,” he admits, Hawks rubs the back of his neck and that is when you noticed blood staining the sleeve of his jacket. A small gasp leaves your mouth and you shyly bring it up.

“Your uhm… your arm… it’s b-bleeding,” You whispered out. He hums in curiosity and looks down at his arm.

“Oh… I didn’t even notice, guess I should probably get that fixed,” Hawks muttered. You didn’t even notice that he was baiting you to even invite him your house, this was exactly going to plan.

“U-uhm, I-I could patch it up for you…” you offered. A smile came across his face.

“You wouldn’t mind?” Hawks asked. You shook your head ‘no’, you walked up the steps as he slowly trailed behind you a malicious smirk playing on his lips. Hawks had every intention of making you his and nothing was going to stop him.

You were so nervous; your palms were sweaty, and your heart was thumping so loudly you thought Hawks could hear. Nervously fiddled with the keys to your apartment and suddenly you felt his chest push against your back as his arms reached across beside you and gently got the keys, “Let me help.”

You released the keys and watched as he got the key in and unlocked your door.  

“T-thank you…” you mumbled shyly. Another chuckle escaped past his lips as he enjoyed just how shy you were.

“Anytime sweetheart.”

You walked in as he followed behind you; relief set in you as you remembered you had cleaned yesterday. “U-uhm…. You can take a seat on the couch, let me go get some items so I can help you just a bit.” Hawks happily obliged as he watched you walk away, his eyes setting on your ass. He could not help but want you, you were just so tempting. He took a seat as he scanned your room, he spotted the jar of feathers and smirked. Hawks was so elated all the times he watched you take it into your apartment.

Your hands were fidgety as ever and you did not what to screw up his wound. You gave yourself a mental prep talk before you walked back with the items in your hands. As you walked back you saw him smile at you, but some glint in his eyes were throwing you off, it did not match his smile whatsoever. You cleared your throat and set the items down on the glass coffee table.

“So, I know you know who I am, but can I get your name?” Hawks lied through his teeth like nothing. He knew so much about you that it wasn’t necessary to ask.

“A-ah… I’m so sorry for not even introducing myself,” you answered and gave him your name.

How could I forget to introduce myself? I’ve been collecting his feathers and I could not even give him my name.

“What a beautiful name.” The way your name rolled off his tongue had you a bit speechless. It made your face heat up in embarrassment. You took a seat beside him as you grabbed the alcohol to clean his wound. You go to start but you realize that his jacket still in the way.

“Can you take off your jacket for me?” You asked. It almost felt so provocative to ask such a question. Hawks smiled and took it off and allowed you to continue, “Sorry, this might burn,” You warn softly. As soon as your fingers grasped his wrist, he went tense. Blood was rushing towards his cock, the urge to take you then and there was so tempting. His mind wandered to the most perverse thoughts he did not realize just how much your fingers were shaking around his wrist.

You were so anxious; you bit your lip hard trying to contain your nerves as you continued to clean his wound. You started wrap his bandage as firm and gently as you could. You sighed softly as you finally finished. You stood up and as soon as your fingers released from your wrist Hawks was back to reality. He wanted more of – no, he NEEDED more of your touch.

“Awe… done so soon?” He joked, but deep down he really was not. He needed a way to just get some of the drug into your system. You let out a small laugh starting to feel somewhat comfortable.

“Sorry, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was, so a little bandaging will do,” You explain. You were ready to bid him a goodnight, but before you can his eye glance towards your shelf and a smirk spreads across his lips.

“That looks like an interesting story to tell, I want to hear about it.” You gander towards what he was talking about and saw the jar of feathers. Your eyes widen in embarrassment and you were starting to get anxious.

How am I going to explain this, hm? Nice going. He probably thinks you’re obsessed with him.

“It’s not what it looks like, I swear,” you squeak out. Hawks laughs and raises his hands in surrender.

“I’m not accusing of anything kid; I just want to know how you collected so many.” You sigh in relief as your chest continues to pound in your chest giving you a minor headache. You needed something to alleviate just how anxious you were feeling.

“Sure, would you like some tea or anything before I explain?” You offer.  

“I would love some, thanks.” You gave him a small smile and walk over to the kitchen and start heating a small kettle with water. You were trying so hard to keep your nerves down, but it was extremely difficult. Hopefully, with this tea it would calm you down just a bit.

Hawks took in everything that had happened just moments prior to you walking towards the kitchen. Your reactions were everything to him. He wanted so badly to make you his. Make you say the most perverse things.

He wanted to fuck you till you begged him to stop. He wanted tears leaking from your innocent eyes as he showed you no mercy. He wanted his marks, his finger bruises on your skin. He wanted to taint your innocence.

“Here you go,” Your voice cut his thoughts off and he cleared his throat. He grabbed the mug as he needed to calm himself down. “You okay there? You seemed to be lost in thought…” You trailed off. His golden lustful eyes turned to you making you regret asking. He quickly covered it up with a smile.

“Yeah, sorry. My mind wanders sometimes.” You accepted the answer not wanting to question farther. You sat down and took a couple of sips from your tea. The hot liquid soothing your body just a bit. Hawks pointed towards the shelf still wanting the story even though he didn’t need one.

You looked over to the shelf again but tensed up when you noticed something else. The clock.

7:13 pm

You let out a small gasp, “I’m sorry, give me a moment I have to take my medication.” Without letting him reply you quickly make your way over to the medicine cabinet.

How could I forget?!

Hawks watched as you were out of his sight. This was his chance. He quickly grabbed the small little bottle filled with liquid and poured just a little into your tea. He sat back down quickly grabbing his own mug and taking a sip as he smirked to himself. You came back in a panic as you popped the pill and took a sip of your mug to swallow it down.

“Now before we get into the feathers, sorry if I’m overstepping my boundaries, but what is the need for that?” Hawks genuinely questioned.

“Well, I have anxiety, which is pretty obvious, but along anxiety can come depression, and that’s just to help prevent it from getting bad,” you explained. He hummed in understanding; you nervously fiddled with your fingers and decided you needed some of your tea. After taking another drink you go on with your story about the feathers.

“…well somehow they just ended being places where I was at an- “you stopped midway as you started to get extremely dizzy. You saw Hawks as he faked concern slowly standing up. Everything was blurry and you felt your eyelids get heavy. The last thing in your eyesight was Hawks walking over to you.

This was it. This was the time to take you. You were limp in his arms a steady rhythm of your breathing as he looked at you. If he remembered correctly, they said a little could go a long way, so a little drop must be roughly two hours, it would probably take him ten minutes to get to his penthouse. Hawks quickly lifted you up and left your apartment. He needed to move quickly to get you settled in.

Hawks walked out of the building and took you to his place. It was a lavish penthouse. It was a three bedroom with an amazing view of the city. He wanted nothing but the best for you. Flying in from his balcony so he wouldn’t get trampled by fans in the front. Hawks proceeded to walk in, the sound of his boots stepping on the tiled floor being throughout the penthouse. Walking into his room.

The room was painted a dark grey, with minimal picture frames and paintings. A big fan hung from the ceiling as it pushed a breeze evenly throughout the room. The biggest source of light coming from the window that was in the place of the right wall. Hawks gently laid you down on his bed. Looking at you, so cute, so adorable while sleeping. He clicked his tongue debating whether he should handcuff you to the bed or not. Surely you would be too anxious to fight back. Right?

Hawks decided against it and left you to be. He walked over to his bathroom where he took a shower and wanting to get out of his hero costume. A hot shower should relieve some of his stress today. He was so pissed that he couldn’t say hi to you at the coffee shop. It didn’t sit well with him, don’t get him wrong, he loved his fans and the attention, but when the attention wasn’t coming from you, it annoyed him.  

He allowed the hot water to soothe some of his tense muscles as he rinsed and washed himself. Unfortunately, being in the water forced him to take off the bandage you so kindly put on him. Oh, how gentle you are, and how sweet you are. He was going to taint you in every single way possible. Then, of course, you stay with him forever so no one could ever see just how erotic you can become, or your tears. Only him could see that.

Stepping out of the shower he dried himself off and put-on pair of gray sweatpants, not even to bother putting on any boxers; he had every intention of stuffing his cock in your tight little cunt.

His thoughts took over as he walked over back to his bedroom. You lied there so defenseless, maybe a taste wouldn’t hurt. He slowly climbed on top of you; his thighs on both sides of your waist, he watched as your chest went up and down at a steady pace, your lips slightly parted as breaths escaped passed your lips. Just a taste. His feather cut through your shirt revealing your stomach and your cleavage. Hawks groaned softly, he slowly leaned down towards your lips, he stopped right before touching them with his own.

“Just a taste Keigo,” he whispered to himself. His lips ever so softly pushed against your lush soft lips. His tongue sliding in as he wanted to get more of a taste, the throbbing sensation in his cock pushing him to go a little further. His hands touched your sides, gently digging in his fingers as he started kissing your jawline. A pinching feeling causing you to slightly stir; Keigo paused, had he gone too far? He couldn’t stop now, he had you. He glided his lips down to your neck as he gave you open mouth kisses, sucking softly, purposely leaving marks. You stir again as you’re slowly gaining consciousness, immediately taking notice of your awareness he goes lower, unbuttoning your jeans and removing them. He continues as he slides your panties to the side and runs his middle finger in between your folds rubbing your slit and slowly rubbing around your clit.

You suddenly gasp at the feeling, your upper body weakly shooting up. “H-hawks what are you do- “

“Shh... just enjoy it baby…” He cuts you off quickly placing gently kisses along your navel. Your eyes fully open and adjust to your surroundings.

Where am I? What happened?

Tears blur your eyes as you start getting anxious. You were in an unknown setting with someone you barely knew; he was also violating your body.

“I’ve waited so long for this moment,” He whispers, the blurriness of your vision only giving you lines of a golden color as you looked to where the voice was coming from. Slightly darker yellow lines appearing as well. Goosebumps rising on your skin, a breeze continuously hitting against your sternum down to your abdomen some places colder than other as if a small amount of a liquid had been put in those areas.

Your hazy mind finally registering what he had said, “W-waited… long…” You whispered out. Your head gets a sharp quick stab as you tried to process what those words meant. Your thinking got cut off short when you felt it. Something was pushed inside of you. You let out a gasp as your fingers moved down to remove it out of you. It wasn’t big, no, it felt a little thicker than a pencil. No. It was a finger. His finger was inside of you. He curled his finger just a little; a small pathetic noise escaping your lips.

“Nng… No,” The word came out so feeble. Your hands trying to pull his arm away. Keigo continued his small torture on your now slippery cunt as he added another finger in causing you to let out a whimper.

“Baby, you’re so wet for me,” Keigo whispered in your ear. You choked back a small sob not being able to form words. He slowly picked up his pace in fingering you; you could faintly hear the small gushing sounds as he continued. Keigo brought his thumb on your bud rubbing it, curling his fingers as you let out a hitched breath. You body craved for more as you could slowly feel a sensation of needing to release grow in the pit of stomach slowly overcoming the small knots that were in there prior.

“Hawk- “

“Keigo, baby. Say my name…” He quickly interjected. It was more of a demand than anything else. You bit your bottom lip in a slight defiance, you couldn’t give him that satisfaction of hearing you say his name; you turned your head away and squeezed your eyes shut. As if picking up what you were doing, he started fingering faster and rubbing your bud quicker. A moan left your lips as you tried to so hard to conceal it. “C’mon baby, moan my name,” He encouraged.

Small pants left your mouth as you felt yourself clenching tighter around his digits that were going and fast pace. You felt two fingers roughly grabbing your chin and forcing you to turn his way. Leaving your eyes closed as you could feel your wet eyelashes touching the skin below your eyes. You heard a small grunt as the pressure on your chin increased greatly.

“Open your fucking eyes,” He demanded. Swallowing slowly, you obliged to be met with almost brighter golden eyes with a fierce lustful look. “Say it.” You felt his fingers pause where they were still in you.

“K-Kiego.” It was barely a whisper, you felt so exposed in an erotic way as his name fell from your lips while looking at him straight in the eyes. He let out a small hum of approval as he continued torturing your cunt with his thick fingers. Another moan falling passed your lips as the need to release was extremely prominent.

“You’re going to cum? Hm? Are you going to cum all over my fingers?” It came out taunting and teasing as he picked up the pace; he removed his fingers that were placed around your chin and placed the palm of his hand on the bed beside your hip. Your hands that were around his other arm gripped tighter as you tried to pull it out.

“N-no, I’m not,” You said in attempt to sound firm, but it came out more uncertain than anything else.

His other hand suddenly went around throat a little too harshly causing a gasp to escape, “Don’t lie. You’re clenching so tight around my fingers,” He said as he brought his face close to yours.

Why did that make me turned on? What the fuck is wrong with me?!

The attack on your clit became more forceful and you let out a small noise as his hand was still around your throat. You couldn’t hold it, his fingers inside you, his thumb on your clit was doing much more stimulation to your body than you could account for. Your hands released from his arms as they both went on either side of you; your fingers entangling into the duvet on the bed. You arched your back a little as you shamefully released your juices onto his fingers. With deep pants you fell limp against the bed as Keigo released his grip from your neck.

A small chuckle left his lips as he brought out his fingers, “My… my…” He tsked, you looked away in embarrassment. You didn’t want him taunting you even more. “My fingers are drenched with your juices,” Keigo whispered in your ear. You were so humiliated you couldn’t even look. He brought his drenched fingers to your lips and unconsciously let out a small gasp. He pushed his fingers into your mouth as his other hand smushed your cheeks forcing you to look at him.

“Suck.”

He’s not serious… no, he is.

Not wanting to do anymore you obediently sucked tasting your juices, the erotic flavor covering your tastebuds.

“Good girl,” Keigo gently praised. Releasing his grip from your cheeks his fingers tickled your body as he started feeling your stomach and even going underneath your bra to tease your nipples. You wanted this sexual torment to end; what made you more embarrassed is that your body was enjoying this. It craved for more of his touch; you hated it.

Keigo removed his fingers from your mouth and silently moved down to where his face was in front of your still soaking pussy. You saw as one of his feathers ripped the fabric of your panties so he could fully take them off.

You quickly trying to squeeze your thighs together to shield his sight from him. He pushes his hands against your thighs causing them to spread.

“Nuh uh uh… I’m going to enjoy this…” He says with an erotic tone as he looks up at you; he licked his lips before bringing his hot mouth on your folds. You let out a small gasp as your back arched up just enough for his tongue to slip through your folds.

“Keigo…” You mumbled. You weren’t exactly sure why you were saying his name.

Am I wanting him to continue? Or to stop?

Your brain battled itself. Keigo let out a soft hum in response to you saying his name. The vibration of his hum hitting your already sensitive bud causing you to jerk a little.

He enjoyed your reactions, and he was determined to make you cum again before he fucked you senseless. Keigo slowly ran his tongue up and down on your dripping cunt enjoying the taste of you. His eyes glanced up as you squirmed, but he his hands on your thighs to hold you from continuing to do so. Your eyes were closed, and your lips slightly parted letting out barely audible breathy moans. Keigo smiled against your cunt as he continued to torture you.

His tongue teasingly swirled around your bud, his fingers digging into your thighs to hold him from going feral. You let out a small whimper and this encourages him to go faster. He puts his whole mouth on your clit and starts sucking.

“K-Keigo.. Nnngh…” you moaned louder. You felt your body wanting to jerk away, but his fingers digging into your thigh not allowing you to do so. Your clit was sensitive after just having cummed all over his fingers. You let out pants as he didn’t bother to stop, in fact he sucked a little harder causing a whimper to escape. Your vision blurred as your tears were threatening to fall from the sensitivity.

Your fingers flung to his hair and grip his blonde locks as you pulled. Keigo let out a deep groan, once again the vibration of the action tingling your cunt.

“Keigo… Please… I can’t,” You begged desperately as a tear rolled down your left cheek. He momentarily pulled and hummed as if thinking if he should stop or not.

 He looked up at you and was just turned on more of your state: your flushed face, your eyebrows knitted inward, your watery eyes, your lips parted, your visible cleavage heaving up and down with each pant you took.

Keigo smirked at you, “You can and will.”

You let out a pathetic squeak as his mouth went back on your cunt. His tongue now teasing your tight hole. He greedily sucked up all your juices, his tongue poking at your hole wanting more. He glided his tongue back upwards licking your bud. Your weak moans echoing through the room as he continued to suck and lick at your cunt.

Oddly enough another sensation of the need to release was coming despite how sensitive you were. Your fingers could barely stay entangled in his hair as your physical strength (or at least the little strength you had to work with) was leaving you. More tears leaked from your eyes they rolled down your flushed cheeks as the sensitivity was increasing.

Keigo had no way slowed or gone any softer, the sound of smacking and gushing sounds filled your ears as your orgasm was close. Your inner thighs felt sore knowing all too well that Keigo had created finger bruises in those areas with how hard he was digging into your skin.  

You let out a small yell of pleasure as your back arched, bucking your hips into Keigo’s mouth as you released another wave of juices. He sucked every single last drop you’d given him. A couple more tears escaped as you once again slumped back onto the bed. Keigo stood up away from you and off the bed. You rolled over in relief that it was over.

You heard him shuffle around a little bit before you felt the bed slightly dip. Keigo’s hand snaked under your waist as he pulled you up. You weren’t exactly cooperating, but he knew that you most likely wouldn’t. He suddenly brought you all the way up to where your back was against his chest.

You felt it. It twitched against your back. Your eyes went wide and your hands blindly behind you, “NO! Keigo,” you warned. He let out a small chuckle before pushing you down into the bed. He pulled your abdomen up and his fingers pushing you on area forcing you to arch your back.

You felt his tip tease you at your entrance. Your head shot up and before you could say anything, he shushed you.

“I promise I’ll put it in slow,” Keigo promised. He leaned over to where his breath was fanning your earlobe, “I’ll put it in inch by inch, and we’ll count together.” It wasn’t even a suggestion and you knew that.

He pushed just the head of his cock into you as you let out a loud gasp. The length wasn’t what scared you anymore, the girth of his cock was going to stretch you to the max.

“Keigo… your girth... It won’t fit,” You rambled. You did not want to endure this. He ignored you as he pushed another inch in you. Your fingers curled into the duvet. Keigo let out a small hum if approval of how well you’re taking him despite how tight you are.

“I do believe that is two baby… so repeat the number.”

“T-two.” You were breathing hard as you the pain wasn’t exactly subsiding quite yet. Keigo pushed another inch you and your breath hitched, the girth on this man was unbelievable. You momentarily felt bad for anyone that had engaged into sex with Keigo. Your thoughts were interrupted as a stinging sensation was left on your ass; you let out a yelp in surprise.

“C’mon sweetie, you can count. How many is that?” He stated he softly pinched your hip softly.

“Three.” As soon as the word fell from your lips, he pushed another inch in causing a mewl to fall from your lips. You heard him as he took a sharp breath in.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking tight,” Keigo groaned out. You bit your lip refusing to respond to that comment. He slapped your ass again and you let out a whimper.

“Four.” You knew why he spanked you. He wanted you to count and the fact that it didn’t feel like his voice was getting any closer scared you. You unconsciously clenched around his cock and he dug his fingers into your hips. Keigo pushed another inch into you and squeezed your eyes shut.

“K-Keigo. I can’t. Please. You’re too big…” You pleaded him.

He clicked his tongue as he responded, “Baby, you’re barely halfway,” he casually commented.

HALFWAY?!

“H-HALFWAY!? KEIGO THERE IS NO WAY I CAN TAKE ALL OF YOU!” You cried out in desperation.

He is ten fucking inches… How does he expect any person to take his length?

“Sweetie, that’s why I’ve been going slow, so you can adjust. Just try to take two more inches…” He compromised.

You felt grateful that he was at least compromising a little. As you battled whether to agree or not Keigo pushed all the way in and you heard as his waist hit against your ass. You let out a scream as the pain was increased to a maximum. You felt him extremely deep. He suddenly brought you up against his chests as he leaned his head down kissing your neck.

“Oops…” He mumbled not sorry at all. You knew he wasn’t sorry.

“You’re not sorry Keigo, you fucking son of a bi- “His hand slapped over your mouth quickly to shut you up. He held it firmly as he gently rocked against you slowly. The first couple thrusts were gentle to get you adjusted to his size, but then they became rough and hard. You moaned against his hand as he picked up the pace.

“You love it, don’t you? Hm? My cock is covered in your juices which lead me to believe you love being stuffed with my cock,” Keigo comments. Such vulgar words being said out loud caused your face to heat up. His hand uncovers your mouth, and he pushes you down into the mattress with your ass up.

Keigo starts violently thrusting into you at a fast pace. Pitiful mewls fall from your lips as he continues to do so.

“Who do you belong to?” He questioned harshly as he rammed into you again causing a small cry to come out of you. Keigo twisting his hand into your hair and pulling on it causes your head to jolt back.

“Who... do… you… fucking… belong… to…” He gritted out in between pants.

“You.” He continues to impale on you as he wanted to hear his name fall from your lips.

“That’s right baby… Now repeat the whole thing with my name,” Keigo demanded. His hand tugged on your hair harshly as you let out a whimper.

“I belong to you, Keigo,” you mumbled out, tears on the brink of spilling out from your eyes. Keigo hummed as his grip on you didn’t loosen.

“Louder baby, I can’t hear you,” he teased. You swallowed your humiliation as you took a deep breath.

“I belong to you, Keigo.”

“Good girl,” Keigo verbally applauded as he released his grip on your hair. Keigo thrusted in and out at a steady pace. He would go all the way in which caused you to clench around his cock. Keigo leaned over not stopping his pace. Tears fell from your eyes and he groaned as you felt his cock twitch inside of you.

“Your tears turn me on so much more…” Keigo rasped out as he wrapped his hand around throat. He turned your head slightly as he licked off your tears as they continued to flow. Pants escaped his mouth as he picked up his pace, “I’m going to cum in you.”

“NO! You better not,” You quickly interjected. Keigo simply removed his hand from your throat and pushed your face down into the bed in response. His hands gripped around your hips as grunts left his mouth. You continued to moan into the bed as you finally realized that it had become pleasurable. His fingers digging once again into your hips just adding to the pleasure your body was feeling. He rubbed your now swollen bud causing you to cry out and clench around your cock.

Keigo groaned loudly before ramming into you releasing his seed into you. “Fuckkkk…” He rasped out as he thrusted a couple more times before pulling out.

You felt his hot semen come out and drip down your clit as you raised your head panting out. Your fingers were shaking tremendously and so were your legs. You rolled over on to your back and closed your eyes already going into a slumber; unfortunately, Keigo had other plans as his feather tickled your collarbone and suddenly cut the fabric your bra. The flimsy material exposed your nipples to him as the bra became extremely loose.

Your eyes shot open only to be met with his eyes extremely close, he dominated you in a deep kiss as his fingers played with your nipples. Twisting them, pinching them. You whimpered into his mouth as you were already exhausted from the last round. Keigo removed his lips from yours as he went down and took on of your hard, perky nipples into his mouth. Keigo sucked on it, biting down softly causing to jerk. You let out a small whine as your hands weakly pushed on his shoulders.

“Keigo, please. No more. I’m begging you,” Your voice came out so frail. He brought his face up and looked at you.

“God, baby... You’re so fucking gorgeous. Look how defenseless and exhausted you look…” Keigo smirked as he came closer and he lined his cock at your throbbing entrance, “Having you at my mercy, begging me to stop…” you felt his cock twitch and he pushed his head into your cum filled cunt. You let out a small cry, “It’s honestly so sexy… Nothing turns me on more than you begging and crying underneath me,” Keigo finished.

Your blood ran cold, you realized just how deranged and sick minded this number two hero was.

Keigo fully pushed himself in you and a guttural moan leaving his lips, “Look at that, you take my cock so good, baby.” The comment made you tense up, he was suddenly face to face with you and his hand went around your throat again, “I’m going to make you cry, beg, and sob.”

Your hands flew up to his chest, “Keigo, please don’t.” He smirked at you, his hands tightening around your throat causing an involuntary gasp escape.

“Begging already?” Keigo taunted as he started thrusting. At this point you just let whimpers come out, it was no use holding back anymore. “You’re such a good girl for me,” He breathed out in between pants.

This man was praising and degrading you at the same time and it made you wet. Keigo impales a little more harshly as you let out a small cry. He starts using his other hand to rub your clit and you immediately squirm.

“Look at that, still extremely sensitive,” Keigo commented as he released his grip from your throat and placed his hand on the side of you. You desperately wanted him to stop tormenting your clit, at this rate you would cry.

The sound of skin meeting skin, the sloppy gushy rhythm echoed throughout the room as you tried to think of a way to get him to stop.

Maybe I cou-

A harsh bite down on your neck caused you to scream. Liquid stung your eyes as you were forced to focus back on Keigo torturing your clit.

“Ah there we go, you’re back,” Keigo huskily whispered against your neck. Shivers ran down your spine and he continued to softly bite on random parts of your upper body. “There you go baby, focus on my cock filling your cunt up.” He brought himself eye to eye with you, “That’s all you can focus on… Like the little whore you are.”

A sudden flame ignited in you as you brought your hand down in attempt to slap him, but you caught your wrist just in the nick of time.

A low chuckle chilled you to the bone, “I knew you had some fire; it just takes a lot to ignite it,” He stated as if it were a fact. Keigo grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them down with one of his hands. You squirmed beneath him and he gave you a harsh thrust.

“Did it ever occur to you that you were the only one finding the red feathers?” Keigo questioned as he this time softly rocked against your hips. You looked in away in embarrassment, you knew you were the only one finding them, but it didn’t occur to you in a negative way.

“It’s been what?... two months now,” Keigo commented, with his other hand he used his fingers to rub your bud.

“Nnnghh…” Petty little moans escaped from your mouth as he rocked against your hips and rubbed your clit.

“Surely, you’re smarter than that, right?” He questioned in a mocking tone. His golden eyes staring into your own with a sly glint in them. “No… You’re just absolutely fucking naïve and innocent.” The last two words coming out harshly as he mercilessly ravaged your little cunt.

“Fuck… K-Keigo… Ngh...” You blabbered out as a few tears slip out your eyes. Keigo wastes no time in licking them up; He starts making circular motions with two of his fingers on your delicate clit. You clenched around his cock as you felt another orgasm approaching. Your wrists trying to escape a way out of Keigo’s grip.

You had no physical strength, it was gone. He was right. You are naïve.

“Two fucking months,” Keigo gritted out. The smacking of his waist hitting your most inner thighs leaving a faint stinging tingle. Your orgasm was right there, on the edge.

“K-Keigo, I’m going to c-cu- “You moaned out and he rubbed against your bud faster. You let out a loud cry as he continued thrusting through your orgasm.

He wasn’t far behind, in fact, the clenching of your cunt around him as you released was all he needed to cum. He released again all inside of you as you went limp underneath him. Little sweat beads trailing down his forehead as he rocked against you three more times to finish out his high.

Keigo removed himself from you and you weakly sat up, your eyes barely able to stay open.

“P-please no more… I’m begging you; my body can’t do it…” You whispered out. He brought you close and gave you a gentle kiss.

“I know. That’s enough for tonight… I’ll clean you up and then we can get some rest,” Keigo stated. He lovingly trailed his finger down your cheek already seeing your eyelids close.

“You’re mine forever.”

And you were all his forever because of a trail of red feathers.