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𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐎 - Revenge.

“Se prepara, foge, não me deixa te pegar. Se eu colocar as mãos em você, se considere uma garotinha morta.”

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“Vai sentir na pele como é a sofrer de verdade, princesinha.”

O som estridente da sirene se dissipava ao ar, escutava ao menos cinco delas tocando simultaneamente, incomodava. O pânico surgia no local pelos disparos a queima roupa provindo dos oficias com a falsa intenção de “acalmar” quem se encontrava na boate.

As luzes alternantes entre vermelho e azul brilhavam sob o rosto de Jeno, assim como toda a casa de festas, contrastava com a noite escura. Já era madrugada, umas quatro da manhã? Não sabia dizer, ao mesmo tempo que parecia ter acontecido em um estalo, jurava estar a horas vendo uma quantidade exorbitante de guardas adentrarem o imóvel e retirarem vagarosamente as pessoas de dentro. Os cachorros farejavam cada mínimo pedaço do lugar, podia-se apenas distinguir uma mistura agoniante de resmungos altos e latidos.

Ao retornarem para o lado de fora, as ônix encontraram as bolsas cheias nas mãos dos oficiais. Conhecia bem o que havia dentro.

Respirou fundo, vendo alguns dos homens vindo até ele. Foi atingido contra o capô de uma das viaturas com força, semicerrou as sobrancelhas, mas não tentou contestar a polícia.

Seus pulsos foram algemados, o metal gelado contrastou com a pele quente coberta pela jaqueta de couro, a expressão fechou.

Foi empurrado ao carro sozinho, enquanto via alguns de seus trabalhadores amontoados no banco de trás como no porta malas dos automóveis federais.

Em uma denúncia, todo seu investimento caiu a zero. Seus homens foram presos, a balada não tinha mais visitas como antes, estava praticamente falida.

“Recebemos uma denúncia sobre venda de substâncias ilícitas na sua boate para menores de idade. Isso é verdade? Senhor Lee.”

Jeno riu de forma sarcástica.

“Não, senhor.”

O moreno não pensou nem por um segundo ao afirmar. Era incontestável o fato de que não iria preso, Jeno era o filho do senador, fazia o que bem entendesse na hora que almejasse. Foi preso diversas vezes no passado, mas nunca ficou mais de um dia dentro da cela.

Sinceramente estava pouco se lixando para isso, mas ao ter seu meio de venda irreversívelmente arruinado, a paz não era a mesma. A denúncia tinha simplesmente um mandado de busca bem sucedido, com quilos de cocaína apreendidos pela polícia, mas não ousariam arriscar manchar o nome da família fundadora da pequena cidade.

A única coisa que conseguia se passar pela cabeça de Jeno era quem havia denunciado, e por quais motivos.

E a única certeza era que, a pessoa poderia se considerar morta.

Enquanto seus comparsas mal dormiam com a intenção de integrar a reputação da casa novamente, Jeno estava decidido a acabar com a pessoa que fez a ligação. Pensou por dias qual seria a punição, o faria pagar com a vida.

Conseguiu a linha de transmissão, pediu para que seguissem o endereço de IP cadastrado da ligação e em menos de horas tinha praticamente a vida inteira da pessoa em páginas.

E essa pessoa era você.

O principal motivo do porque ter denunciado era idiota, totalmente idiota. Estava em um "rolo" com um garoto do seu curso, definitivamente apenas estava. Sua amiga te mandou uma foto dele com alguma outra garota na boate, eles estavam ficando.

Na hora a raiva pareceu incontrolável. Sabia que ele sempre vendia nas festas, então fez a única coisa que passou pela sua cabeça no momento.

Ligou para a delegacia e fez uma queixa de contrabando de substâncias ilícitas na boate.

Depois do acontecido apenas desligou a chamada e chorou batendo em seus ursinhos de pelúcia que enfeitavam o quartinho, tentando de algum jeito descontar a raiva.

A surpresa aconteceu no outro dia, de manhã o assunto número um dos grupinhos de festas universitárias eram as publicações do jornal da cidade, informando a apreensão de drogas na casa de festas.

Quando a notícia saiu foi um espanto total por sua parte, não tinha noção que havia feito esse caos por um coração partido.

O pior foi ver seu "ex" saindo com nem sequer uma consequência, se sentiu ridiculamente idiota.

Deixou isso completamente de lado, pensou que pelo menos eles haviam sido presos justamente, por mais que tivesse sido por um chute completamente aleatório em um momento seu de sensibilidade.

Jamais imaginaria que as consequências retornariam todas para você. Que te fariam implorar por perdão, ajoelhada.

E assim o terror começou.

Primeiro ligações anônimas, com uma voz editada em um tom grosseiro, às vezes continha apenas risadas, simplesmente bloqueava. Achava que era trote, mas, no fundo elas te davam um certo receio aterrorizante.

Em sua cabeça era algo repentino, porém, os telefonemas persistiam. Eram inúmeros contatos ligando durante o dia, não adiantava bloquear ou algo do tipo, um número novo sempre surgia. Falando coisas assustadoras, te ameaçando.

“Eu vou acabar com a sua vida.”

“Se prepara, foge, não me deixa te pegar. Se eu colocar as mãos em você, se considere uma garotinha morta.”

“Vai sentir na pele como é a sofrer de verdade, princesinha.”

“Vou te fazer desejar estar morta.”

Passou a trocar o número quase toda semana, tinha paz por poucas horas até esse ciclo reiniciar novamente.

Visitava a polícia regularmente, dizia o que estava acontecendo, mas era inútil, simplesmente não havia nada consistente, como se fossem celulares fantasmas.

Estava enlouquecendo. As ligações, a sensação estranha de sempre estar sendo perseguida toda vez que saia de casa, o medo.

O medo estava te consumindo.

Jeno não era um homem de joguinhos como estes, em um piscar de olhos poderia te ter aos seus pés, morta, presa, sequestrada. Do jeito que preferisse.

Porém, desde a primeira em vez que seus olhos encontraram o seu rostinho pequeno na imagem da identidade, se tornou um homem curioso.

Queria saber mais sobre você, uma garota que aparentava ser tão certinha, inocente… Mexer com esse tipo de gente não combinava com seu perfil.

As redes sociais eram tão famosas que era quase impossível não dar uma olhada. Tinha certeza que acharia algo sobre você ao jogar seu nomezinho na lupa de pesquisa, porém, descobrira que você não tinha redes sociais. Seus pais não permitiam.

Como sabia? Talvez obtenha a resposta ao clonar seu número de celular. Sentiu-se como se estivesse vendo o celular de uma garota que não habita no mesmo planeta que o dele, era tão inocente que parecia viver em uma realidade paralela, um conto de fadas. Jeno leu todas as conversas de seu celular desde que o adquiriu, dos desabafos dramáticos sobre o quão controladores seus pais eram, até as trocas de mensagens com o cara que estava nomeado como "escroto". Rapidamente o reconheceu pela foto de perfil, era um dos caras que sempre frequentavam o seu estabelecimento, e às vezes ajudavam nas vendas. Provavelmente o Lee nunca havia se divertido tanto, te ver sendo manipulada tão facilmente era de um certo modo até irritante, tão burra.

Em questão de horas se encontrava certamente obcecado. Uma garotinha tão boa, acabado de começar uma faculdade, notas sempre satisfatórias, trabalhava em turno vespertino na loja dos seus pais — que por sinal eram entusiastas extremamente religiosos.

Depois de um tempo não parecia ser suficiente apenas te observar de longe, queria provir de sua atenção, assim começaram as ligações, que ao passar do tempo evoluíram para escanteios toda vez que saia. Jeno precisava de um autocontrole absurdo para não te agarrar em alguma esquina qualquer. Almejava sentir sua pele na dele, sua vozinha trêmula, seu coração batendo forte pelo medo.

O Lee não conseguia nem descrever a sensação deliciosa que era te ver correndo para a delegacia com lágrimas nos olhos, e como esperado, não mudando nada. Você não tinha ninguém para te ajudar, estava sozinha.

Começou a lhe seguir á noite quando voltava a pé do curso. Amava te ver olhando para trás franzindo o cenho e andando mais rápido, te ver amedrontada descontava uma sensação inebriante no garoto, ele adorava te ver tão vulnerável.

Em questão de dias se pegou completamente louco por você. Apenas de olhar para o seu rosto o despertava uma satisfação, era tão bonita, merecia uma vingança de ouro, uma menininha que em um pequeno deslize cometeu um erro que irá se arrepender para sempre. Jeno não queria somente se vingar de você, ele te queria. Queria poder te ver todo segundo, te usar como bem entendesse, te ter aos seus pés. Amava essa brincadeirinha onde ele era o lobo e você o cordeirinho indefeso.

Chegou a um ponto que a ideia de mandar alguns de seus capangas te matarem estava fora de questão, não seria tão divertido, seria entediante. O Lee sabia que poderia se divertir até demais contigo, queria quebrar essa marra de garota mimada e egocêntrica, te queria daquele jeitinho: burrinha, vulnerável, queria a sensação que pertencia a ele, que era dependente dele, queria te moldar, manipular.

Queria te corromper.

No mesmo instante te imaginou, estragada, sem pureza nenhuma no corpinho pequeno, cheia por dentro. Céus, por que gostava tanto dessa fantasia?

Tiraria tudo de você, te faria implorar para ser fodida por ele. Exploraria cada pedacinho da sua pele, cada curva, decoraria cada expressão, cada gemido.

Além das assustadoras chamadas que te perturbavam, passou a jurar que alguém frequentemente jogava pedras na janela de seu quarto, assim como quando sozinha sempre escutava passos pesados no andar de baixo. Continuava ignorando, nunca tinha coragem de descer e averiguar.

Passou a viver com um certo medo. Na verdade, estava em puro pânico.

Tentava se convencer estar louca, alucinando, sentia-se em um filme, onde a protagonista é pateticamente idiota, burra, mas ao parecer interpretá-la consegue entender a tamanha dificuldade e peso em seus ombros.

Não conseguia dormir, não comia direito há dias, para falar a verdade saia da casa com muito esforço, chorava toda vez que escutava o toque de seu celular.

Jeno não poderia estar mais feliz ao te ver sendo lentamente destruída, ele queria mais, queria te fazer sentir na pele, se arrepender.

[…]

Pela milésima vez no dia, escutava o irritante som que seu aparelho eletrônico fazia, encolhida na cama, entre os lençóis, suada, ofegante de medo.

Reuniu alguma coragem de seu corpo. Atenderia. Atenderia e mandaria a pessoa que estava fazendo esse inferno em sua vida a merda. Não aguentava mais, queria apenas paz, sem toda essa perseguição torturante.

Deslizou o botãozinho verde para cima, e ao sussurrar um “oi…?” baixinho, entre soluços, deu-se em conta. Estava chorando, tremendo.

Percebeu então que não conseguiria falar mais nada para quem fosse do outro lado da linha. Seu coração batia forte em puro medo, sozinha.

Sozinha?

“Como o meu anjinho está?”

Engoliu a seco, desta vez a voz não estava modificada, o timbre era grave, rouco, conseguia escutar a chuva forte abafada atrás da ligação.

“C-com quem… Com quem estou falando?” — A pergunta saiu tremida da sua garganta, baixinha, em um tom fino, parecia gritar o quão vulnerável estava.

“Finalmente decidiu atender as minhas ligações? Querida.”

Ficou em silêncio, o coração se apertou, os olhos lacrimejaram-se. A adrenalina começou a ser produzida com maior abundância, não tinha mais controle de suas mãos, tremiam muito, pareciam acelerar ainda mais o seu coração e o pânico alimentar-se de seu corpo ainda mais. O celular caiu sobre a colcha.

“Porque não me responde em bebê? Me ignorou por tanto tempo… Você é uma menina tão má. Não acha que anda cometendo muitos pecados? É uma boa garota, não é?” — Emitiu um risinho, em deboche.

“Ah... Esperei por isso a tanto tempo anjinha. Por que não vem me ver? Desce as escadas, eu quero te ver.” — O tom que foi usado não era como um pedido, parecia mais como um mandamento. Suas pernas estavam bambas, espremeu as pálpebras com força. Se isso fosse um pesadelo, gostaria de acordar o mais rápido possível.

Sua cabeça entrou em pane, tudo ficou em branco, estava vivendo o seu mais puro terror.

Ele realmente estava no andar debaixo de sua casa? Justamente no domingo, quando seus pais haviam acabado de sair para a missa.

Estava paralisada, com a respiração curta, o ar não ia aos pulmões satisfatoriamente. Fechou forte as mãos no edredom como se sua vida dependesse disso. As lágrimas cintilavam no seu rostinho, se desenrolou das cobertas lentamente.

Por mais que estivesse com medo, com o coração batendo tão aceleradamente que podia jurar estar prestes a ter um ataque cardíaco, foi em passos lentos, na pontinha do pé. Girou a maçaneta do seu quarto com delicadeza, receosa.

Não sabia o motivo de estar fazendo isso, correndo para o perigo. Talvez apenas quisesse que essa tortura se finalizasse logo, mas algo nas palavras do homem que escutou pelo outro lado da linha lhe persuadiram. Queria saber o dono da voz, o que faria consigo, o porquê de estar fazendo tudo aquilo.

Se apoiou na parede que a escondia das escadas, se inclinou bem pouquinho, para quem fosse que estivesse ali não te visse.

Averiguou o local e pelo que via, não tinha ninguém.

Desceu um andar da escada de madeira, se agachou, procurando ter uma visão mais ampla sem realmente ir muito fundo, e ao escutar um rangido da mesa contra o piso, gelou, moveu os olhos até o móvel lentamente.

Estava vazia.

Expirou fundo, em um alívio momentâneo. Apertou os olhinhos e ainda agachada, desceu mais um andar.

Abaixou a cabeça com a intenção de não tropeçar ao se movimentar, voltando a olhar para a posição anterior rapidamente, e então estava lá.

Sentiu um arrepio pela espinha percorrer o seu corpo, paralisou no mesmo segundo.

A roupa toda preta enfeitava o corpo enorme, alto. Uma máscara de caveira coberta com manchas vermelhas escondia o rosto do homem, estava parado, desconfortavelmente parado. Parecia olhar para você.

Piscou várias vezes, não queria acreditar no que estava acontecendo, suas pernas não te obedeciam, sua mente te mandava correr o mais rápido possível, gritar ou algo do tipo, desesperada.

Seus olhinhos brilharam, não em um sentimento bom. Ao contrário, cintilavam pelo terror que estava passando, lacrimejando e acumulando água até as bordas. Sua respiração se tornou falha, fraca e curta. Estava hiperventilando.

Em passos leves a figura maior foi se aproximando de você, que nem ao menos conseguia mexer um músculo, tremelicando dos pés a cabeça.

Mesmo no penúltimo andar da escada, o homem parecia ter o seu tamanho mesmo que estivesse no chão do primeiro andar, era enorme.

"Desce."

A voz grossa ordenou. Estava tão assustada, chorava baixinho, entre soluços, tentava se controlar, mas o medo persuadia seu corpo.

Jeno suspirou fundo, estava sorrindo por debaixo da máscara, um sorriso vitorioso, amava te ver assim: tão fraca, em pânico.

"Achei ter te mandado descer..."

Tombou a cabeça um pouco para o lado, te observando, parecia em dúvida.

Conseguiu vislumbrar seus olhos escuros e pele clara pelo pequeno vão da máscara, transbordavam malícia, volúpia, arrogância.

Uma risada abafada rasgou o ambiente silencioso, alimentado apenas pelo som da chuva caindo do lado de fora.

"Vai realmente me fazer te trazer até aqui a força? Anjinha..."

Seus olhos subiram até os dele, Jeno não soube colocar em palavras em como amou ver seu rostinho molhado em lágrimas, com o corpinho trêmulo lutando contra si mesmo para se mover sozinho.

A figura masculina se aproxima, agachando em sua frente, apoiando os braços nos joelhos de modo desleixado.

"Quando eu mando, você obedece."

Foi dito de forma bruta, e tudo que conseguiu fazer foi acenar com a cabeça positivamente, respirando de modo tão curto que podia se confundir com soluços.

A mão coberta pela luva áspera roçou em sua bochecha, descendo até o pescoço, onde ali fora agarrado, sem delicadeza alguma.

Te puxou para ele, seus rostos a centímetros de distância, as faíscas de seus olhos queimavam sob o luar.

"Seja uma boa garota e talvez eu pense em pegar leve com você, sua vagabunda filha da puta.”

Te jogou no mesmo lugar que estava na escada, desceu até os pés encontrarem o chão novamente.

Te chamou com o queixo em sinal que fosse até ele, e sem nem pensar duas vezes se arrastou até o homem, com as perninhas bambas, caiu sob os sapatos bem lustrados do maior.

Jeno te pegou pelo braço e lhe forçou a se levantar para ficar de frente a ele, assim você conseguiu notar a diferença gritante de tamanho que tinham. Os ombros largos e os vinte centímetros a mais de altura te fazia se sentir insignificante, mais precisamente, morta.

Pensou, estava definitivamente morta, esse cara iria te destruir, te matar dos piores jeitos possíveis, e o pior: nem ao mesmo teria chance de lutar pela própria vida.

— Por que você faz isso comigo? — Sua voz era fraca e arrepiou-se ao sentir os dedos dele na sua nuca, roçando entre o couro cabeludo.

— Nem mesmo tem noção da merda que fez… — riu anasalado, incrédulo — se você não tivesse chamado a polícia nada disso estaria acontecendo, sabia? — Desviou o olhar ao chão, não era burra, sabia do que ele estava falando. Era a boate.

"Ele deve ser algum dos capangas que o dono enviou para me matar", você pensou, e involuntariamente sentiu seu peito afundar, não, não queria morrer ali.

Se debateu sob o homem, tentou empurra-lo com todas as forças. — Me deixa ir! Me deixa ir! Eu não quero morrer, por favor, não me mata! Eu nunca quis prejudicar a boate, me deixa ir por favor! — Chorando, implorou a ele, com a voz em meio a soluços desesperados, e tudo que recebeu foi um empurrão dele em seu corpo. Caiu no estofado do sofá, o corpo grande envolveu o seu de uma forma que se tornava impossível mexer um músculo sequer. O maior segurou seu rosto com uma mão, enquanto a outra pesou sobre o seu rosto com força.

"Fica quieta."

Sua garganta entalou, sentiu sua bochecha queimar. O obedeceu sem questionamentos, poucos segundos se passaram até o mesmo se afastar um pouco.

Te observou ali, jogadinha no estofado, as perninhas desnudas que mostravam mais do que deviam, os cabelos enlaçavam seu corpinho tão bem. Jeno salivou diante a visão. — Ah meu anjo... Eu vou te arruinar, te destruir.

Se sentia suja, mas ao ouvir o homem a sua frente te chamando desses apelidinhos falsamente "carinhosos", falando tão lentamente, fazia seu coração bater aceleradamente. Chegou a um ponto que não sabia se era o medo ou se mexia diretamente contigo de outra forma.

Aplicou uma distância considerável de ti, e pareceu pensar por alguns segundos antes de retirar a máscara de um jeito lento, as luzes fracas te impediam de notar todos os detalhes, mas isso o fazia parecer ainda mais lindo. Ao retirá-la, chacoalhou um pouco a cabeça, a fim de ajeitar os cabelos, te olhou de cima, superior.

Seus olhos pareciam uma sopa de ódio e atração na mesma proporção, suas sobrancelhas estavam semicerradas e seu maxilar travado o fazia parecer ainda mais másculo.

O objeto fora jogado em um canto qualquer da casa, se apoiou no estofado, ficando por cima de você.

"Abre a boca."

Piscou sozinha algumas vezes antes de acatar a ordem do moreno, entreabriu os lábios de forma tímida, e sua mandíbula fora agarrada de forma bruta por ele.

O rosto do moreno estava a centímetros de distância do seu, trocaram olhares antes do filete de saliva deixar a boca do homem e despender-se até a sua. Sem cortar o contato visual Jeno pressionou seu queixo, te fazendo encostar os lábios.

"Engole."

O Lee observou sua traqueia se movimentando pelo pescoço fino, sorriu de lado satisfatoriamente ao te ver o obedecendo tão bem.

Algo acendeu em seu íntimo e seu corpo ferveu, a ansiedade misturada com apreensão te deixava sedenta.

O joelho do homem estava no meio de suas pernas, esfregou as coxas contra ele ao sentir o beijo molhado dado em seu ombro pela figura masculina. Ao tê-lo tão próximo conseguia sentir o aroma amadeirado se dissipar de seu pescoço, invadir seus sentidos e despertar um incômodo latente no íntimo.

Ele se virou até você novamente, afundou a destra em seu pescoço e inclinou seu rosto ao dele, lambendo seus lábios antes de os invadir com a língua. O ósculo era quente, suas línguas se movimentavam de um jeito que pareciam se completar, escorregavam uma na outra dentro da boca. Jeno sentia o gosto de morango industrializado contaminar sua consciência, tão doce que parecia enjoativo, assim como o perfume que exalava. O beijo te deixava inquieta, passeava as mãozinhas pelo abdômen coberto, rastejando até o peitoral, receosa de chegar até a nuca.

Ao sentir a abstinência de folego virou o rosto para o outro sentido, tentando recuperar ar, e não se conteve em choramingar ao sentir o moreno chupando sua pele sensível.

Um rastro de saliva fora deixado em seu colo, a derme úmida parecia pegar fogo. O meio de suas pernas estava formigando, molhado, incômodo.

Pressionou o moreno para trás, o afastando de você ao sentir a pressão de seu quadril contra a sua intimidade. Ofegante, chorosa e manhosa, resmungou contra os lábios dele, virando o rosto e fugindo das carícias oferecidas pelo Lee, que respirou fundo, cínico.

— Sinceramente não sei porque ainda estou sendo carinhoso com uma putinha como você. — Te manuseou com facilidade ao te deitar no sofá, bloquear sua respiração com a destra, essa que agora estava livre de luvas e a manga da camisa preta estava até os cotovelos. As veias grossas de seu braço não passaram-se despercebidas de seus olhos, ronronava em deleite da aspereza dos dedos roçando na pele macia e fina.

A sua inquietude se expressava através dos dedos ágeis na barra do shortinho de pijama que usava, a pressão entre as coxas e a carinha de cachorrinho abandonado expressavam o quanto precisava dele. Com esforço esticou os braços até Jeno, ficou ajoelhada perante a ele, com as mãos se apoiando nos antebraços do maior.

— M-me toca... — Um sorriso de lado se fez a mostra no rosto do maior, que afagou seus cabelos, acariciou sua bochecha como se fosse uma gatinha.

— Não entendi o que a minha vagabunda disse. Repete pra mim anjinha. — Semicerrou as sobrancelhas e engoliu a vergonha a seco, umedecendo os lábios antes de reverberar um "me toca...?" que saiu quase como um gemido, estava sedenta, algo incomodava no íntimo e seu corpo implorava pelo de Jeno.

— Ah eu vou tocar sim bebê... Seu corpo inteirinho vai ser meu, não vai? — sussurrou perto do seu ouvido, te fazendo arrepiar por inteiro, e uma afirmação manhosa positiva saiu de sua garganta.

Sua blusinha foi suspensa em um piscar de olhos, revelando o busto coberto pelo sutiã bonitinho, tendo o fecho aberto quase que automaticamente, sendo a última vez que o vira ao vislumbra-lo jogado em meio ao tapete felpudo da sala.

Jeno capturava seus lábios tão bem, hipnotizada, bêbada, seus toques faziam seu sangue correr fervente pelas veias, o ar se fazia cada vez mais curto, o coração batia cada vez mais forte toda vez que olhava para o rosto do homem, ele era tão bonito.

Seus olhos pareciam te chamar, manipular, talvez até gostasse da ideia.

Não respondia mais por si mesma, se sentia debilitada, bêbada de prazer. Deixava com que o Lee fizesse o que bem entendesse com o seu corpinho, tocasse onde quisesse, te apalpasse do jeito que preferisse.

Já não lembrava onde sua parte debaixo havia ido, estava sem roupa alguma, diferentemente do moreno, que ainda estava completamente coberto. Era expressivo o quão moldada estava sendo, quem controlava, quem escolhia e quem mandava.

Jeno tateava suas curvas com devoção, sempre sorrindo e soltando risadas baixas ao tocar sua pele arrepiada, sua intimidade úmida e seus peitinhos duros, amava saber o quanto você precisava dele. O quanto o queria.

Os beijos agora eram molhados, brutos e necessitados, o pau doía sobre as camadas de pressão que se fazia contra o falo, a fome por você aumentava toda vez que as mãos corriam pela sua cintura fina, apalpava a carne volumosa da bunda e massageava os seios. Amassava seu corpo contra o dele, qualquer distância era roubada pelo corpo maior, se esfregava e roçava contra o quadril do homem, estava tão sensível que poderia gozar apenas do encostar no moreno.

O peso da mão do homem atingiu a polpa da sua bunda, sentiu a carne sacolejar. Gemeu em surpresa, sentindo a dor se expandir pela sua pele, queimando.

As duas mãos foram para as suas nádegas, cobrindo quase toda a sua região, estimulando cavalgadas no membro duro dentro das calças. A umidade molhava a região, seu clitóris roçava contra o tecido áspero, gemia como uma gatinha, manhosa. Sentiu suas perninhas tremerem, algo crescendo em seu interior, então desesperou-se ao se esfregar contra ele com mais necessidade, se desmanchando. O prazer te atingiu tão fortemente que suplicou pelo moreno ao sentir uma onda despender-se em seu corpo, mas foi detida de mexer pelas mãos do maior cravadas em sua cintura.

"Quietinha... Quietinha, eu vou te foder agora."

Respirou fundo, tentou relaxar o corpinho, mesmo com as contrações persistentes em seu interior pulsante, quente e babadinho.

Jeno espalhou a sua lubrificação em toda sua região erógena íntima, deixou um filete de saliva cair sobre o seu canalzinho, meteu tudo para dentro com os dedos, fazendo um movimento de vai e vem.

— Hmm... Vai doer muito...? — Perguntou, chorosa.

— Tadinha da minha anjinha... Vai te destruir, não vai? — Gemeu um "uhum" arrastado, enquanto reforçava dando um sinal de cabeça positivo, arrancando uma risada do Lee.

— Não acha que você merece sofrer um pouquinho? Você foi tão má, pequena… — Choramingou, mimadinha, assim como Jeno esperava.

Se debateu por baixo do moreno, tentou se virar para ele, sem sucesso, tudo que recebeu foi uma palmada forte. O pesar era tão dolorido que sentia a derme formigar, queimar como um rastro de fogo.

Dois dedos foram levados até o seu interior, reclamou baixinho pelo incômodo, mas tentou relaxar o corpinho. Jeno continuou estocando até sentir que você poderia levar outro, te acostumando.

As contrações que dava nos dedos de Jeno eram inevitáveis, estava sensível, os dígitos grossos roubavam espaço e te deixava esticada, sentia sua excitação pingar no estofado, babar entre as coxas.

Ouviu o soar metálico do zíper das calças do moreno e automaticamente gemeu receosa. Algo te dizia que aquilo iria te destruir.

Apertou as pálpebras assim como fez com o braço do sofá, receosa ao sentir a cabecinha roçar na entradinha pequena.

Seu quadril foi puxado devagar ao dele, o sentindo roçar toda a sua extensão antes de afundar poucos centímetros para dentro. Arfou, chegou a soluçar entre gemidos arrastados. Estava pateticamente vulnerável, fraca, latejava por dentro, seu interior estava sendo rasgado e parecia que partiria ao meio em qualquer segundo.

— Você não serve nem pra levar pau quieta? É a merda de uma putinha escandalosa, não é? — Debochou, agarrando seus cabelos em um rabo de cavalo bagunçado, empurrando sua cabeça contra o estofado do braço do sofá, abafando seus gemidos. Estocou até o final dentro de você.

Quando sentiu a pélvis do garoto encostar em sua bunda se sentiu no céu, estava cheia. A barriga estufadinha e a sua parte inferior rígida, não aguentaria nem um centímetro a mais.

Se permitiu respirar fundo pela primeira vez na noite, rendida pelo homem, amolecendo o corpo, o deixando te devorar como bem entendesse.

Uma, duas, três estocadas fortes foram desferidas em seu íntimo, de sua boca agora só saia gemidos desconexos, de prazer, baixinhos, aproveitando a sensação de estar sendo preenchida até o último pedaço.

Escutou o maior respirar fundo de um modo alto, em deleite, ao se enfiar por inteiro novamente.

— Porra, bonita pra caralho quando leva meu pau assim anjinha... — As mãos dele foram ao encontro do seu pescoço, te levantando, colando suas costas no peitoral dele.

Jeno encosta a sua boca na dele, aproveitando o gostinho doce que seus lábios tinham, o ósculo era desajeitado agora, as estocadas ritmadas incessantes ferviam seu corpo, era bruto, não tinha um pingo sequer de algo como sensibilidade por ti, queria te arruinar, corromper e sujar.

Rebolou contra o falo, buscando mais contato necessitado, choramingando ao senti-lo te imobilizar.

Quando o moreno notou o relevo marcado na sua barriga, alisou o comprimento, arfou de satisfação. O entra e sai se torna frenético, tombou a cabeça de prazer, tremendo ao sentir o pau empurrar bem no pontinho preciso no seu interior. "Ah!" — Gemeu alto, apertou suas unhas contra os braços do moreno, que na mesma hora ao notar o local que havia acertado, passou a concentrar em meter ali.

Em questão de mais algumas estocadas seu ápice chegou e seu segundo orgasmo pareceu te deixar ainda mais sensível, manhosa e cansada.

Seu despejo o apertou por dentro, suas paredes internas se contraíram, seu peito queima, se sente efervescer, cai sobre os braços dele.

O moreno grunhiu, as investidas se tornaram frenéticas, seu corpo balançava contra o dele, sua hipersensibilidade queria te fazer lutar contra isso, mas não tinha forças para mover um músculo sequer.

Depois de mais algumas estocadas você sente o líquido quente invadir o seu interior, ronrona manhosa, aperta seu corpo contra o dele, sentindo o vai e vem durar um pouco mais antes de sair de dentro, pingando no acolchoado do sofá.

Seu corpinho todo tremeu, exausta.

"Aprendeu bem a sua lição? Anjinha."

NOTAS: Obrigada por ler até aqui! Espero que tenha gostado!

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hellsslibrary · 5 months

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your twisted wonderland first time stories are so good! is it fine if i request you write about vil, rook, jade, leona, and cater next? i love top male reader stories but its hard to find ones about twisted wonderland :<

-🍤

»—> Vil's, Rook's, Jade's, Leona's and Cater's first time + Azul from another request.

#a.n. : my writer's block and problems in life are finally over and I'm writing again. An amazing sight, but still.

#cw/tw: top!male!reader, bottom!male!character, first time obviously, praise kink, fingering, teasing, and quite a vanilla sex in general, sex toy(Cater), riding(Leona), very little nipple play(Leona), dirty talk(Rook), Rook is a brat just a little.

This is definitely a planned action, simply from the fact that Vil more than knows about sex (I think Eric explained this to him as a child as needed). Therefore, it is at least planned on the part of your yes/no, preferences and the like.

I don’t know why, but it seems to me that it’s important for Vil that your first sex with him be vanilla and romantic. That is, so that this sex is not so much a show of your lust, but of intimacy, your trust in each other.

If you are not a virgin, by the way, you will think that you are a virgin. This guy will guide you as if he knows everything, where, what and why (although he didn’t go beyond jerking off, because he didn’t see the need for it).

But he will still give you control, almost completely, simply because... It’s more convenient for a virgin than to do it all himself.

“Mmm... Yeah, it feels good,” Vil mutters as your fingers poke into that sweet spot and his fingers curl into the sheets. “Please continue... A little slower, yes, like that.”

A quiet moan of pleasure escapes his lips as your fingers slow down ever so slightly, pressing with each slow but rhythmic thrust into him. He sighs shakily, his arms wrapping around your neck as he presses a chaste kiss to your lips.

"Vil? This..." You whisper, watching as he spreads his legs beneath you invitingly, a smirk blooming on his lips that turns into a smile of pleasure in a matter of seconds. "Too tempting for a virgin."

"In your opinion, I'm always tempting, no? Or do you think I don't notice your glances at my ass?" Vil asks, chuckling and making you laugh too and kiss his lips, in a deeper way, and push your fingers even deeper.

It is clear that the sensations will be strange. But he’s still pleased, and the main thing is that it’s you. And Vil is not one of those who goes back on his word, after all. And if he allowed you to fuck him, then you will do it (if you want, ofc).

Vil simply found some kind of peace in this first act. Slow thrusts, your hands touching his body, which has become like a continuous erogenous zone, your quiet voice whispering praises and compliments to him... It's wonderful.

“Ah, [M-Mc]... It’s so good, don’t stop, I beg you, my love,” Vil whispers, closing his eyes in pleasure, feeling the relaxed, slow tremors inside him; a whine escapes his lips as you lift his hips off the pillow, going deeper.

“So good... You take cock too well, handsome. Although it’s you, what else could I expect,” Your whisper is heard in his ear, and he melts at the sound of your hoarse laugh.

His nails dig into your back, creating crescent-shaped marks. His hips rock in time with your thrusts, meeting them. Moans and whines escaped his slightly reddened lips from the kiss, mixed with the sound of your name... Just perfect.

I'm honestly not sure if this was planned or not. Just from the fact that I can easily imagine something innocent with him developing into something obviously intimate and... I'll leave it up to you.

And you DO NOT need to discuss the main important things before getting into bed. He knows everything about you, which seems strange, especially if you have never even thought about it, but this is Rook... But he will tell you his boundaries and what he loves, yes.

He is absolutely calm before the penetration begins, absolutely. You even begin to think that he lied, that this was his first time. He's too... Stretched for a virgin. (Although let's be honest, I just think he was playing with himself. And I think he's one of the few people who did it with his hole, lol)

He doesn't moan at all before the penetration begins, like AT ALL. Rook just watches your fingers penetrate him with a satisfied smile and red cheeks and tells you all sorts of praise and some phrases that make you swear you want to simultaneously blush and hit him at the same time.

“Mmm... Your fingers are so good, Mon cher, it’s almost unbearably good. If you’re so good with your hands, then I can’t even imagine what it will be like when your dick is inside,” Rook whispers with a half grin, half smile on his face, his palms lie on your chest, drawing some invisible patterns there with his fingers.

A sigh escapes your lips and you lightly slap him on the back of his thigh, causing Rook to twitch slightly but only chuckle at your displeasure showing; his back arches when you make deliberate, harsh contact with his prostate.

“Rook, I ask you, keep quiet... Everything has its time. Have you heard of such a phrase?” You ask a rhetorical question, and a joyful glint appears in his eyes when he realizes that he has angered you just a little.

He's also calm when you finally insert your dick, it's like he's done this all before, seriously. Although moans are already beginning to escape his lips, he still does not stop these dirty conversations, they even intensify.

Although they soon turn into only convulsive declarations of love and praise when he approaches orgasm or this happens after the first orgasm.

"Ahh... You're so deep, it's incredible! Don't stop, please," Rook ululates as his face slams into the pillow again, squeezing it in his grip, causing it to tear pitifully.

“I didn’t plan on stopping, blondie, don’t worry,” He trembles when he hears and feels your whisper right next to his ear.

Your tender kiss behind his ear absolutely does not fit with the rough and rather sharp thrusts, creating a wonderful difference between roughness and tenderness... And damn, he can feel how his dick is getting hard again.

... No, I don't think it was planned, no. But this was not something wild too. It’s just that at some point you smoothly flowed into intimacy when there was the most suitable time and moment for this.

Although you have probably discussed similar topics with him many times before. I just think he's terribly curious when it comes to his partner, plus he probably doesn't have much of an idea of how sex works between someone who has legs.

An absolute mess. He gradually, but quickly enough breaks down under any of your actions, touch, word, even glance. He simply surrenders to these sensations headlong.

"Jade, are you okay? You haven't said a word since my fingers were inside..." A question leaves your lips as you watch Jade try his best to hold back any sounds that escape his lips, and he just nods, "Baby... Give me a verbal answer."

"Y-yes! This—... Th-this is so good, mmhmm... Plea-please don't, agh, st-stop!" Jade groans, barely able to utter the words, causing a chuckle to escape your lips, causing the moray eel’s already red cheeks to turn an even darker shade.

His body trembles, his hands grab at anything just to maintain a little sense of reality. His cheeks are completely red, his teeth are nipping at his bottom lip, his eyes are closed as tears stream down his face... What a charm, right?

You'll probably need to keep his mouth closed somehow when you finally enter him. He will no longer be able to control his moans, and he will moan so damn loudly.

He doesn't even feel discomfort, he just wants all of you. He wants you to go ahead and just fuck him like he deserves.

“Hush, precious, hush. You'll wake everyone up, these aren't soundproof walls after all,” You whisper as Jade's head is thrown back on your shoulder in pleasure, and your fingers are in his mouth, playing with his tongue to muffle him just a little.

Your other hand lowers and lifts his body on your dick, making him twitch and whimper every time. His thoughts are jumbled, if he can think at all right now. Now there is only you, him and your dick, which lies perfectly in him.

No, this is not planned. I think it was completely unplanned. For some reason, I imagine him sending you a repost of some video where there is something sexual and like, “Maybe we can do it too?))”

And if you agree, he is the happiest in the world. He expected that you would not agree and then he would have reduced everything to a joke, but since you agree...

He also probably once tried to finger himself, but he didn’t really succeed, because his fingers didn’t reach what he needed, so he maybe used toys, or didn’t touch his hole for the time being.

"Mmm, are you sure this thing is comfortable, pumpkin? Is everything wonderful?" You ask to make sure he's absolutely fine as he lies on the bed, fascinated by the toy below.

"Y-yes... It feels good, really," Cater whispers, moaning as the toy touches his prostate. It's just a prostate vibrator with a circle of rubber that attaches to the base of the penis... But he swears it's never felt as good as it does now.

An absolute mess when you penetrate him. He's quiet though, I guess. You feel so much better than anything in his life has ever felt. And... A real cock is probably more pleasant to have than rubber, glass or other materials.

And yes, he won't let you go. He will cling to you with all his might, but he will still hold on to you.

“Cater... Calm down, calm down. I’m not going anywhere,” You whisper as his nails run down your back for the hundredth time in these moment, leaving red marks there that will clearly make your tomorrow less rosy.

“So-sorry,” He sobs, wrapping his legs around your waist, practically hanging on you as you continue to thrust in and out of him at a slow pace, “You're just... So h-hot and wet inside... And twitching, too! Weird..."

I think this is more about presenting you with a fact rather than a planned action. He can just lie on your lap in the garden and then say something like “I want to have sex tonight” and start snoring a few seconds later, and you react however you want.

For the first time he is surprisingly active, I think. Really active. Of course, he doesn’t know how to do anything in practice, but if you want him to suck you off or something, he will do it. (And will still do it damn well)

Quiet asf. Just a few growls, maybe very quiet moans, but it’s hard to get him to other sounds. In general, I think that he is not particularly sensitive himself.

“Mmm, come on, herbivore... I'm not glass, damn it,” Leona mutters as you slip your fingers into him a little too slowly for his liking and he sighs contentedly when you speed up a little.

"Sorry, sorry. I just don't want to rush anywhere, okay?" You speak, specifically aiming for his prostate and he just makes some kind of guttural sound reminiscent of agreement.

He will ride you. Yes, you can fight me, I’m ready, but he will do it. Leona wants to control the pace of your first time, so he will do that.

Although, of course, when he gets tired, he’ll just lie on top of your chest and you’ll have to fuck him like that because it’s convenient for him, lmao.

"Ha... Leona, you look incredible when you're on top of me, you know?" You ask, looking at him riding your dick at a slow, but quite sharp pace, while his hands lie on your chest, sometimes squeezing it convulsively in his palms.

“Yeah, I always look incredible actually... But I'm glad you recognized my greatness in a position that no one else saw,” Leona whispers with a smirk, flicking your nipple lightly, chuckling as you twitch inside him, but then it’s his turn to moan as you lift your hips, meeting his bounce halfway.

Yes, considering him, this is planned. He was very nervous, thinking that something would go wrong, so he discussed it with you in advance and of course asked when, after the start of the relationship, you would feel comfortable taking this step.

He is absolutely nervous before starting, even if he has read a lot of educational literature on this topic. He thinks something will go wrong or you won't like something.

He... Something between quiet and loud, yes. The most common moans, whines and sighs. Although, if you overstimulate him or just bring him into some kind of faint state of ecstasy, he will sound like the girls from hentai, I swear.

"Azul... Relax, okay? You're pretty tight even for a virgin," You whisper, squeezing his thigh reassuringly, letting him know that you're here and you're not going anywhere.

He nods, wiping his eyes from the accumulated tears, although it didn't really help, because they almost immediately appeared again. Azul sighs deeply, taking one of his pillows and covering his face halfway as he continues to stare at you.

“Okay, sorry... It's just unusual, I didn't think people walking on two legs felt this way,” Azul mumbles, muffled by the pillow but surprisingly able to keep his voice unwavering, throwing his head back when you touch his G-spot.

The absolute prince of pillows, at least the first few times. It's not that he wouldn't want to do something. He's just embarrassed and has no idea what to do.

Definitely a very kisser. Firstly, to muffle his moans, which make him ashamed. And secondly, it seems to me that he has a sensitive mouth and tongue... And his throat too, if you have a long tongue.

Azul meets your lips with his own again as he lies on his back, his legs twitching on your shoulders from the thrusts inside him. His tongue slides awkwardly against you as you run the wet muscle over his teeth for the hundredth time that evening and then pull away.

“You're so cute, Azul... I had no idea you'd be so clingy,” He blushes when he hears you whisper against his ear and squeezes his eyes shut when you lick the shell of his ear.

“It’s not true, love... Don’t tease me,” Azul mutters, covering his face with his hands, although he immediately leans forward when you kiss him again.

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angelsrcute · 12 hours

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You said dom reader is okay so I am LAYING MY BRAINROT ON THE TABLE—

I'd like to respectfully request Overblot Boys (sans Riddle) being dominated by the reader (preferably afab & gn, there's so much submissive fem reader stuff out there & I want rep as a dom-leaning vers).

Those poor boys all need some therapizing & to get out of their own heads so bad— so what's a better way of doing so than taking charge and making them forget how to speak by pleasuring them? Sure, they can be defiant; and they can deal with a firm hand correcting them. But good boys who admit they need help & ask for it can be rewarded with fucking until they're empty and fuzzy-headed. ^^

The only one I had a semi-specific scenario in mind for was Jamil— him being blindfolded while being sucked off. His attempt at trying to regain control leads to him getting a smack on the ass & tied up so the reader can mark his pretty torso with hickies that they press on while cooing to him & edging him until he yields.

... can you tell I've been repressed lately? Lmao-

WALK EM LIKE A DOG. 𝝑𝝔

૮𐔌ྀི ´ ཀ ྀི 𐦯ྀིა 𝐍-𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 !! ; Sub!Leona, Jamil and Azul (separate) + Dom!F!Reader ➜ cws: Brat taming, nipple play, biting, blindfold use, gag use, spanking (once), restraints (Jamil), mommy kink, crying, use of strap on, praising (Azul), leash and collar use, cunnilingus, praising, hair pulling (Leona). ᡴꪫ‎

꒰ † ੭ — Part 1; I absolutely loved writing for this idea! Though I'm still wondering about what to write for the rest, don't mind if it's late, haha! <3

❝ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋 ❞ — 🪦

This man is definitely a brat, always running his big mouth off. So to make him behave you blindfolded him and put a cloth around his mouth, good, now he will finally shut up. You leave trails of kisses down his neck, biting and sucking on his sensitive spot. You kneel down and stroke his cock a few times before taking it in your mouth.

God, it felt so good, he could feel your eyes were on him— his back arching as he gripped the sheets. His moans were muffled by the gag, he tried to pull away but you held him, landing a smack on his ass. “Behave, if you want to cum, you'd have to be a good boy.” You spat out, smiling at his state. You continued what you were doing, pressing kisses on his cock and edging him! When are you even gonna let the poor boy cum!? Atleast he's listening to you like a good boy after being tied up because of his bratty attitude. <3

❝ 𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 ❞ — 🪦

He'd be such a pathetic crying mess, your good little boy! Just shower him with praises and kisses while you thrust inside his hole with your strap-on and he's already fucked dumb. He can only focus on how good it feels, maybe being weak isn't so bad, if he gets to be in your arms. You'd wipe away his tears and tell him he's the best.

Worship his body, play with his sensitive little nipples, leave love bites on his skin— he loves it all, he'd show them off with no shame if he wanted to. He'd definitely be ashamed about the noises he's making so he buries his head between the pillow as you fuck him. Maybe this guy also has a mommy kink! <3

“Gonna cum for mommy, yeah? Let yourself go, my baby.”

❝ 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 ❞ — 🪦

He'd never admit he likes you dominating him, people are supposed to bow down before him— He is the king, isn't he? But no, you're currently sitting on the bed while holding the leash attached to his collar. How degrading. He can't believe he enjoys it!

His tongue darted out, lapping up your sweet juices. Your fingers tangling itself in his hair as you pull his head back, “How about you beg and maybe I'll end your punishment? Fair deal, right?”

He doesn't meet your eyes but whispers something you can't hear, “What was that, sweetie? You're always so loud, what's wrong, hm?” You try not to laugh at the pathetic man in front of you, you can see his ears turning red as he speaks louder, “P-Please let me pleasure you—”

“Good pup, go ahead.” You watch as he eagerly dives back, you grip his hair tighter as you feel your orgasm coming. You pull him closer and cum in his mouth, he licks you clean. You let go of his hair, letting him catch his breath, “Well done, now, let's reward you for being good for me, shall we?” <3

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erenspussy420 · 2 years

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Writing Materlist

AO3: TWST Brainrotting NSFW

(This has all nsfw posts of Twst on one fic)

SFW:

Android Au Intro 1

Android Au Intro 2

Android Au Intro 3

Android Au Intro 4

Android Au Intro 5

Yandere Ace: I’ll break you twice

Yandere Leona: The pain of wanting

NSFW

Fandoms:

Twisted Wonderland:

Twst Guys that will totally let you use them as a 🍆🍆: (Feat: Kalim, Ruggie,Deuce, and Silver)

twst guys who would totally let you use them as a 🍆🍆 part 2 : (Feat: Azul, Neige, Leona, Rook)

Twst Guys who are definitely are going to use you as a 🍑🍆💦 : (Feat: Leona, Trey, Floyd, Vil)

Twst Guys who are gonna use you like a 🍑🍆💦 part 2: (Feat: Jade, Jamil, Idia)

Twst Guys who are into face-sitting : (Feat: Leona, Ruggie, Cater, Azul, Sebek, and Che’yna)

Vil,Rook, and Neige (dom) with Bottom S/O who cries during 💦 : (feat: Vil, Rook,Neige)

Riddle with an S/O who cries during and after 💦

SFW/NSFW Headcanons for Dire Crowley and Divus Crewel

Leona, Kalim, and Trey saying something weird during sex: male reader!

Dorm Leaders P1 WHO DOES THE BABYGIRL POSE: FEAT- RIDDLE, LEONA,KALIM, VIL

Jade, Azul, Floyd with an SO who cried during sex

Potions Mishap (Neige LeBlanche Oneshot)

Reader Insert x Male Crush:

Morning and Evening💦

Original Works:

Take Me With You (Male Disney Princesses x OC)--Paralogue

Take Me With You (Male Disney Princesses x OC)-- Wishing Well

Eren Yeager:

Most is Modern Au ish

Hot Furnace

kiss kiss fall in love!

Use him, make him go “🥵”

More modern Eren Au but with slutty slutty shorts

EREN’S HAS A FACE AND YOU HAVE A PLACE TO SIT

Eren got a dildo of his own dick for you

Modern Au Eren likes smelling like you PT 1

Modern Au Eren likes smelling like You PT2

#testing #masterlist #twisted wonderland #eren jeager x reader #twisted wonderland smut

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dddomenstarstwst1 · 2 years

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You into monsters at all? Or tentacles? Because I would love to fuck Azul in his octomer form. The overblot sprite had me actin UP

I can't even describe to you how much of a mosterfucker i am. Azul's overblot form is just 🤌

Fucking Azul in his octomer form

azul ashengrotto

° it'll take awhile and lots of trust. Azul loathes the thought of you seeing him in this ugly form. He still can't accept himself for who he is

° yet he loves and trusts you, so azul lets you see his octomer form. And it's truly fascinating. His tentacles are so smooth and slick, they cling to your limbs and body, almost as if they're afraid you'll leave

° cacaelia anatomy is complicated, but azul does his best to help you understand it. He guides your hands across his torso, down to his tentacles and his holes

° i headcanon that azul can produce natural lube in his anal hole. You just brush your fingers against it and they're covered in slick. It's smell is intoxicating and the taste reminds you of the sea

° azul can hide his dick in a slit, but you can actually feel it, if you slide your fingers inside the slit. It looks nothing like a human dick, relatively small compared to human ones

° if you fuck azul in his hole, it's truly an experience. It's as if using one of those fleshlights that have ridges inside. Azul sucks your dick in, his walls are tight, but due to lube he produces, it's actually easy to move inside him

° if you wanna ride his little octo-dick, then be careful since it's extremely sensitive. It keeps slipping out, because of excessive amount of precum

° no matter what you have to hold azul's mating tentacle and one of his hands. It gives him comfort and shows him that you're willing to be his mate

° even tho azul prefers human sex more, after first time in his octomer form he is more open to that idea

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epictacobird · 2 years

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Masterlist + other stuff

Never thought I’d get so far into this that I would have to make a masterlist but I’m not complaining

Things I have done:

Kissing Azul by dipping him down

MC from various animes

Villain!MC from various animes

“What if MC…” scenarios

MC on their period (not really a fic but still fun ig)

Hugs from Jack and Sebek

Smut I wrote bc I kept getting ball shaving ads(all dom!reader)-

Malleus

Azul

Demon slayer! MC/Yuu saga-

Demon slayer!MC thoughts

Heartslabyul reacts

Savanaclaw reacts

Octavinelle reacts

Scarabia reacts

Pomefiore reacts

MC working at the Mostro Lounge (Azul x mc)

Things I plan on doing:

The rest of the dorms reacting to demon slayer!Yuu + Grim

Maybe include the NRC staff

Asks & Requests: CLOSED

Rules:

What I will do:

Fluff

Angst

Smut

Everything in between

I will only write for Twisted Wonderland, but I’m open to crossovers. I am familiar with Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, Naruto, Jujetsu Kaisen, Demon slayer, MHA and more

don’t be afraid to ask, I know a good amount of games + anime alike and depending on what it is I might be able to work with you

What I won’t:

Nothing illegal lmao

This means no pedophilia, incest, rape, all that shit

Again, I’ll only write for Twisted wonderland

That’s all! Thanks for reading :)

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yuibiwa · 1 year

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Shut Up And Sleep With Me

CW: Dub-Con, Sloppy, Rough, obsession, TWST OC x DOM! Male Reader

Inkro was a beautiful young man. He had long silky lavender hair with bright purple eyes. He was very small, 5’2 and 120 lbs. He had a pretty thick figure, his thick thighs, waist, and torso all stood out. You loved every single detail about him. He was so tiny and adorable, you just wanted to squeeze his little body.

You shook your head, you shouldn’t be imagining this is class. You looked up from your textbook to find that the bell had just rang. You put all of your things away and hurried to lunch. On your way in the hall you bumped into Azul.

“Hello [name]”

“Hello Azul! How are you?”

“I’m well. Listen, I want you to stay away from Inkro. He’s my cousin and I want to protect him to the best of my ability. Stay away [name].” You nodded as he walked away. As if you would stay away! Inkro was so perfect.. you couldn’t possibly stay away from your soulmate, now could you?

You walked into the cafeteria, grabbed you lunch and sat down. You told Ace and Deuce about your talk with Azul but they thought nothing of it.

TIME SKIP

Finally. You walked into your room and laid on the bed. Sevens, you were so excited! Inkro actually touched you today!!! It was so blissful. You immediately took your pants off, finding your raging boner straining against your boxers. You took them off and panted as you began stroking yourself. It felt so good.. You imagined inkro. What if he were to walk in your room right now and let you fuck him. Then without even knowing it, it happened. The lavender boy burst into your room. He looked so much hotter.. You fisted your cock, pre-cum leaking all over your hands. You didn’t care at this point. Finally, you came.

As you came to your senses, you realized Inkro wasn’t there. It was just a phantom. How embarrassing..

THANK YOU ALL FOR READING!! My requests are open now! I am so sorry for taking so damn long to write this! I’ve been gone for a while. But I’m now back!! Love y’all~

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the-iceni-bitch · 2 years

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You On Top and Me Underneath

Kinktober Day 7: Spanking

Pairing: kitten!Johnny Storm x shark!fem Reader (NLLYL)

Words: ~2k

Summary: You’ve had enough of his attitude.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual (dom/sub vibes, femdom, mommy kink, anal play, salad tossing), bratty Johnny, surprising softness, established relationship, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: This went in a drastically different direction than I had planned but I kinda love it? I imagine this being while they were further into their relationship, like Johnny knows what she expects from him but sometimes that bratty attitude just wins out. I’m honestly a little in love with them.

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“Study.” Your voice was dangerously low when you walked through the front door, Johnny fighting between snapping to follow your orders immediately and really throwing a tantrum. But then you growled, and your tongue swept across your bottom lip in that way it did when you were furious, and he felt his stubborn, bratty attitude start to dissolve. “Now.”

He knew when he had fucked up, exactly which shot of vodka had shifted him from just pouty to straight up bitchy, the lack of attention from you making him want to stamp his feet and whine in your ear while his hands grabbed you everywhere. Which you absolutely did not appreciate, even though the look of pure shock on your face when he walked up behind you and pinched your ass in front of your partners had almost made it worth it.

Now you were back at your apartment though, and you were giving him that look like you were deciding the best way to tear him apart, and he was pretty sure all of his drunk ideas were about to get him into a world of hurt.

Johnny only dragged his feet a little when he started making his way to the study, pouting at you over his shoulder in an attempt to soften you up but quickly deflating when he saw the snarl on your face. He picked up the pace when you cleared your throat again, swallowing thickly when he finally stepped inside the study and tried to keep his spine up a little when you prowled past him.

“I didn’t…”

“I don’t remember giving you permission to speak, kitten.” You were soooooo pissed, he was in so much trouble, whimpering when you shook your head when he attempted to step closer to you so he could kiss that spot on your neck that made you sweeten up on him. “You stay right there.”

“But…”

All it took was a click of your tongue for him to snap his jaw shut, a low whine escaping from him when you moved to your bar and poured yourself a glass of Clase Azul. He knew that you would give him a piece of your mind once you had a few sips, even though his inclination was to plead his case and try to appease you so he could spend the rest of the night resting his head on your thigh and licking your pussy to make it up to you.

“What am I gonna do with you kitten?” You sat on the edge of your desk and gave him a firm look, the high slit of your gown sliding open so he could get a good view of the long line of your bare leg in those Jimmy Choos and god he wanted to let you wrap that leg around his neck. “Explain to me exactly what was unacceptable about your behavior tonight. Mommy wants to know you understand what you did wrong.”

“I… I embarrassed Mommy in front of her friends.” He didn’t think mentioning the actual pinch was a good idea, not when he saw the way your jaw clenched when he just brought up embarrassing you. “And I threw a fit when I thought I wasn’t getting enough attention. Made Mommy have to leave her party early because I drank a little too much.”

“That’s good, kitten.” The corner of your lips quirked slightly when you saw him melt a little bit, tapping your heel against the hardwood floor as you kept slowly sipping your tequila. “Didn’t Mommy promise you she would give you all the attention you could want if you were a good boy? All you had to do was stay by Mommy’s side and look pretty and make a little bit of small talk. Why couldn’t you do that, baby?”

“I just, I got bored.” Johnny shuffled his feet and shifted his gaze away from yours, wanting the floor to open up and swallow him whole as shame washed over him. “I hadn’t seen you all week and then when I finally did I had to share you with a bunch of other people and I didn’t like it.”

“Oh, kitten.” You finally finished your tequila and set the glass aside, taking a deep breath as you watched him struggle with himself. “C’mere, baby.”

He sank to his knees and mewled when you gave him permission to move, crawling towards you slowly and practically choking on his desire to apologize when you spread your legs and let him kneel between them, running your palm over his buzzed hair as your other hand reached down to start undoing his bow tie. You tsked softly when he leaned to rub his cheek against your wrist, gripping his jaw firmly as you brought his gaze to yours and started tracing the toe of your pump over the inside of his thigh.

“Mommy has to work twice as hard as all of her friends to be taken seriously by her clients, if you had pulled your little stunt in front of one of them instead of her partners, do you understand how bad that would have been?” You dragged your thumb over his bottom lip when he nodded for you, purring softly when you felt him roll his hips under your foot as he let out another needy sound. “You understand I have to punish you, kitten? It’s not gonna be an easy one, either, you were very bad.”

“I understand, Mommy.” He would let you do anything to him, he just wanted to make you happy, letting you undo the buttons of his shirt and slide off his tux jacket as he gazed up at you adoringly. “I’m sorry.”

“Good boy.” The way he sobbed and his eyes rolled back in his head when you praised him almost made you want to go sweet on him, but he needed to learn his lesson. You pulled him with you and removed his shirt when you stood up, hushing him when he tried to nuzzle into your hair as he whimpered while you undid his fly. “Bend over the desk, kitten.”

Johnny’s breath was heaving through his chest when he did as you ordered, his eyes fluttering closed when you yanked his trousers and boxers down and tapped his calf so he would step out of them. You were moving so slowly, your touch almost tender as you rose to your feet and trailed your fingertips up the backs of his thighs. It made the anticipation so much more intense, Johnny waiting for you to go grab the crop or the paddle you tended to save for when he was especially bratty and practically holding his breath.

“How many do you think you deserve, kitten?” You gave him a smile that he couldn’t see when he sighed at you softly stroking his cheek that wasn’t pressed to your desk, the manicured nails of your other fingers tapping against your desk as you waited for him to answer you.

“Twenty.” He gasped and arched his back when you slid one of your feet between his, spreading his legs for you so you could see how hard his pretty pink cock was, how it twitched when you pressed your hand to the small of his back while he tried not to vibrate off the desk.

“Twenty then.” You braced the hand you had on his back as the other ran over the curve of his ass, rubbing his smooth skin as he let out a low moan. “Count them out, and don’t you dare fucking come without my say so, or I’ll add ten.”

“Yes mommy… ah!” He yelped when your palm cracked against his ass without any warning, the stinging warmth spreading across his backside made even worse by the rings you had kept on that he completely forgot about until this moment. “One!”

He kept his teeth gritted for the first five, biting out his counts each time your palm landed against a new spot on his increasingly pink cheeks. It was always surprising just how much force you were able to put behind your slaps, some of them actually making his hips slam into the edge of your desk while he groaned and screwed his eyes closed.

“Mm-mm, kitten.” You tapped his cheek after the sixth spank when you saw the way his face was so tight and strained and pausing so you could check in on him. “Baby, you need to breathe, you know Mommy wants to hear all the pretty noises you make.”

“Yes, I’m so-sorry Mommy, shit!” He tossed his head back as he sobbed when your hand bounced off the crease of his ass right at the tops of his thighs, the sensation making his balls clench up tight against his body as he did his best to breathe deeply. “Seven.”

By the time you reached sixteen he was openly crying, drool running down his chin and pooling on your desk as he sniffled and screamed, all his emotions mixed up as you gently ran your hand over his back even as you smacked the shit out of him. His eyes still searched for you, though, his watery gaze finding yours as he sucked on his bottom lip when you gave him an almost soft look.

“You’re doing so good, kitten.” You cooed when he shrieked as your next slap landed on his taint, rubbing the skin after and making his dick throb against your desk as it leaked precum everywhere. “My good boy, I knew you could be.”

“Seventeen. Thank you, mommy.” Johnny couldn’t take it when you started giving him those tender touches in between your aggressive slaps, his legs almost giving out when you pressed your thumb against his asshole before you cracked your fingers right above his balls. “Ungh, eighteen.”

“So close baby.” You decided to let it go when you smacked his balls and he missed the count, his legs finally collapsing when you spread his cheeks and spat right on his pretty hole. “One more and then I’m going to lick this soft little boy pussy until you really make a mess all over my desk, which had better not take long, and I want to hear you thank me like a good baby boy.”

Your hand landed against his hole unbelievably hard and he shrieked, his back arching him off the desk violently when you sank to your knees behind him and thrust a finger inside him to press right against that sweet spot as your tongue fluttered all around his twitching skin.

“Mommy! Thank you… thank you, mommy… mommy… oh thank you…”

The poor thing was babbling as his balls emptied in what felt like an explosion, his body rolling as his cock spurted cum all over your desk and his torso while he sobbed and wriggled and squeezed your finger. You waited for his body to still before you rose to your feet, hushing him when he cried softly as you pulled him up to lean against your shoulder. His face immediately found the crook in your neck where he always settled when he wanted to feel safe, his lips pressing against your skin as he whimpered while your hands ran over his back.

“My sweet little kitten.” You hushed him when he kept trying to choke out more apologies, tilting his chin up so you could give him a reassuring smile before you pressed your lips to his gently. “C’mon, honey, let’s get you in bed, I’ll rub some lotion on your poor, sweet ass before I let you soothe by licking mommy’s pussy, okay?”

Johnny could only nod at you as you guided him out of the room on his wobbly legs, his lips never leaving your skin as he gazed at you and contemplated the fact that he was pretty sure he was in love with you and would do anything you wanted for the rest of his life.

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