#but i wanna put him in there he needs to be full body enveloped by cow al hug

[skunkes]

playing dolls with ocs in the brainzone is also so ^_^ to me with recent subjects bc. Idk! Its not in whatever his canon story would be because this all exists outside of that but something about "vampire guy who feels unsafe around men and avoids becoming attached to people due to centuries of unending grief" healing and getting attached to and feeling safe around 2 guys of the Good and Sweet and Patient genre is really ^_^ to think about. I like having him around

[2kiran]

Hi‼️ lurker here‼️ just wanna say that your works are awesome‼️‼️ and that your dash always looks so cool and pretty every time I come around to check up on you‼️ your works are so good and you’re such a talented writer‼️

also… can I…can I ask for a tired reader being surrounded by a very demanding and needy 141? Like I’m not all that creative like the other anons but like I just really like the reader satisfying the 141s in any way his tired form can‼️ whether it’s by letting them ride his dick until they’re satisfied or having them being cock warmed as reader falls asleep‼️

sorry for this‼️ just thoughts and brain worms are weird rn and I thought that you would carry these out well… back to lurking now‼️

p.s. the ‼️ are just here to show excitement not to be scary or anything I’m sorry

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: bottom 141, top male reader, consensual somnophilia, cowgirl position, cockwarming, fingering, dividers

The weight of the missions and daily tasks being distributed made your limbs slack, eyes droopy, body boneless and desperate to pass out for even a week. You’re dozing off the second you sit down or rest against a wall, jerking awake when shaken by your mate. It isn’t your fault that you’re hardworking when needed, and everything was becoming a necessity to put your full attention on.

You need a break.

On the other hand, your team doesn’t seem to agree.

They’re clingy, more than usual. When you’re in a room with them, it seems as though their presence is the only thing that matters. Unabashedly acting like animals in heat, they’d sometimes even gently rut against your thigh.

Their excuse? You’ve been neglecting them, rarely glancing or facing towards their direction. Sometimes, you’d fail to acknowledge them in passing which evidently piles up their frustration and need to turn the source into the outlet.

And you’ll let them. They know you will.

Soap is the first one to snap. The man’s too needy for his own good. He can’t stop thinking about you, your hands wandering along his body, allowing him to take a sniff of pleasure before you’re shoving him away. But now? Now you’re doing it unintentionally.

He’s concerned, knowing damn well that he shouldn’t bother you. And yet, he can’t keep it within his pants. You’ll be good for him, right?

“Shit, tha’s it, love...” Soap groans, face contorting with blissful relief. He rolls his hips, desperate to feel every inch of your cock - the one that had him dreaming about it, waking up with his boxers damp, and hole twitching from being so empty - “Y’can get some shut-eye, ‘s alrigh’.”

You’re hanging onto your consciousness by a mere thread, the promise of slumber darkening the edges of your view while simultaneously heightening the sensation of slick, twitching warmth wrapped around your length. Small moans left him, thick brows knitted together in concentration.

Soap cannot remain still for the life of him. He sinks further down, enveloping you in his tight heat and squeezes you with it. His jaw hung open, mouth agape, and his thighs are quivering in a poor attempt not to fuck back against your cock with his desperate hole.

-

The second is Price. He may be a responsible and patient captain, but he’s still a man with lustful requirements. He needs to let off stream, you know?

“Hhang... that’s a good man.” He ruts his hips against yours, the plushy thickness of his scarred thighs rippling with each bounce. If you’re comfortable with it, he’ll take a drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke slip through his teeth as a breathy moan rasps from his throat.

God, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the feel of you. Your tip meeting the spot that has him high with squelchy smacks, the scratchy stubble spread on his chin making the firm muscle of your shoulder raw whenever he angled himself forward to make you pound into him deeper.

Such a good soldier, you are. “Stay still, m‘fuckin’ close.” He huffs. Your cock twitches in response, and his lips curves in a self-satisfied grin. It has him riding you harder, rim taut, his pace fast and it makes the both of you dependent on chasing that point.

The Captain isn’t afraid to milk you for all you’re worth, either. It’s your own fault for making him needy. – “C’mon, you’ve got more in you, don’t you?”

-

Gaz is the next one. He heard your ‘interaction’ with the other men, smelled how Soap and Price practically reeked of well-deserved sex. It has arousal pool in his lower belly, dick twitching to life at the possibility of finally being satiated by you.

He’ll praise you for it; “Good boy, letting me use you like this.”, “Th-thank you, my love. Fuckin’ me so well.” and “Shh, I know. Go rest. I’ll just suck your pretty dick off, yeah?”

You think he’ll prep himself because you’re melting into the sheets to nap? No, you’re terribly wrong. He’d grip your wrist firmly, lubing your fingers up, and gently make them breach his tight hole. He gasps, immediately clenching from how intense it felt.

Gaz smiles fondly at how you seem to battle sleep, nodding mindlessly. When you do succumb to the urge, he’s biting his lip to contain his pathetic noises. You look so peaceful, and here he is fucking himself on your fingers. He’s holding onto your forearm, guiding you back and out. The murmurs of slick ringing through the room as he throws his head back.

“Fuckkk...” He’d mutter, fisting his own cock with rough jerks. Leaning down, he peppers kisses all across your jaw. He’s unbelievably turned on, rocking his hips to take in your digits completely. He’s getting desperate, but he will wait for you to wake up before he shoves your cock down his throat.

-

Ghost corners you. Sure, he’s got better self-control than the rest of the men. But hey, he’s still a human with very human needs.

Doesn’t matter if you’ve got a broader and hulking figure or a shorter stature, he’s guiding you with his frame until your knees hit the edge of a bed or a threadbare seat and your aching back is laying down. His mouth twitching in a mock snarl to have you submit. All with your consent, of course.

One of his favorite things to do to tease you? He loves to keep on asking you “This okay, luv?” and “Hmm? Y’want me to touch ya here?” until you’re begging him to finally fuck himself on your leaky dick that he’s been either playing with his roughened digits or warming with his inviting heat the entire time.

Rides you so slowly, hips rocking ever so slightly, and his soft walls pulse as they give way to your length. And it’s all to keep you awake, tightening up when you’re about to fall asleep on him. He wants you to be completely aware when he’s in the heights of arousal and he has you balls deep inside of him.

“Wake up, swee’art. Fuck– eyes on me, yeah, there we go.” / “Oh, you like tha’? Uh-huh? Good boy, you do.”

–

Or you have Price behind you, one of his arms slung around your waist as he thumbs at your slit until it’s coated in your pre. Soap’s tugging at your shaft, his fist enclosed and tight, consistent and oh so whiny like you’re inside of him. “Ye can fuck me harder, (rank), jus’ like this.”

Gaz on his knees, his tongue flicking at your sensitive veins. They’ll be toying with your cock as you lean back against the captain, letting sleep overtake you until you feel someone familiar climb into your lap. The other men supporting Ghost’s weight as he takes your dick in his skull-gloved hand, guiding the head to meet his rim and he sinks down with a low groan.

[sexilene]

thinking about raising your voice at johnb and he's putting you in your place...🤐🤐🤐

yessss yummmm omgggg!!!! ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡ warnings!! (pa!nal, orgasm denial, spitting, gagging, threats of spanking!!) ignore any misspellings lol sorry!! 🧁

when your boyfriend decides to punish you for stepping out of line he intends to see it through, most times he’s quite gentle about it, and other times he can be reaaally mean which basically means that he doesn’t give in to your whining and pouting. sure you were most likely just stressed or overwhelmed but in his eyes, that's no excuse for lashing out at him especially when you and john b had been working on using your words or expressing yourself through gentle physical gestures like hand holding, hugs, lap sitting, thigh humping…

this time around you had raised your voice at him during a seemingly normal conversation about what to eat for dinner which then somehow evolved into an argument about you being a little too friendly towards the guys you were attending to at your job.

“i hear what you're saying baby, but i hope you can see how i interpret it when those assholes put their hands on you or-or when you smile at them n’ lead em’ on.”

“no, you’re the asshole!! i’m was not leading them on i was just doing my job…but i can’t do my job if you come rushing in like some prince charming, i don’t need you to do that!”

“doing your job and flirting are two different things bub.” your boyfriend raises his eyebrows almost like he’s warning you to choose your next words wisely. completely disregarding the warning, you fire back at him.

“you could have gotten me fired! i hate you!” you shout, walking away from him and heading for the bedroom to slam the door. he knows you don't really mean it when you use those words with him but how else will you learn that speaking to him that way is just so disrespectful! not when he does everything to make sure you are happy, safe, healthy, and dicked down when you 'neeeeeded' it!

“no hey! take that back!” he growls, grabbing onto your wrist tightly to keep you from storming away further. when john b doesn’t get the answer he was expecting he decides enough is enough and picks you up n' throws you over his shoulder to take you into his room. “fine, you wanna be a brat? be a brat.”

next thing you know, your boyfriend's got your panties pulled down and he’s pushing his cock into your tight little ass without any prep. you gasp as he’s sitting you on it, “no! no more! m’sorry! i don’t wanna!” you cry and protest the punishment, digging your nails into the arm that is keeping your back pressed against his chest, sitting on his bed, split on his monster dick.

“mmm nmm, don’t wanna hear it now.” john b huffs from behind you, his cheek pressed against the side of your head. he brings his other hand down to play with your clit and give your pussy little slaps.

“said- i was sorry!” you whine, your cunt clenching around nothing.

“nope, lost your privilege to speak a while ago…” he brings his bandana up to your mouth and gags you with it, and you know better than to try and spit it out.

“such a spoiled princess, go on bubba, cry on my fingers.” he coos, now starting to finger open your sopping wet pussy with two of his insanely thick fingers. tears stream down your face, drooling and whining into his bandana in your mouth.

“so spoiled,” he groans, trying his hardest not to thrust up into your tight hole as he’s fingering you. the warmth of his body envelops you, his strength and size overwhelm you with emotions. just being close to him like this makes you want to take back every mean thing you’ve ever said to him no matter how justified.

"thaaaat's it, baby," he whispers when he hears how embarrassingly loud the sounds of wetness your cunt makes with each in-and-out motion of his fingers. “you hate me?” he asks knowing full well you couldn’t answer back with words.

“mmmph!” you shake your head and whine, gripping his big arms, nails digging into his skin. his fingers curl inside you, hitting that sweet spot over and over and all you can do is sit with his cock in your ass and take it, drooling on the fabric in your mouth.

“yeaaah i know, we don’t talk to daddy like that do we?” he coos again this time a little more condescendingly, pressing wet kisses to your cheek repeatedly. you shake your head ‘no’ and continue to chase your orgasm on his fingers. and just about when you are about to cream all over his fingers from how hard the rough pads of his fingers are rubbing your clit, he slips his fingers out of your aching pussy and stops rubbing your clit.

“mmmph!” you cry as loud as you can into the gag.

“s’a punishment bubba, can’t let ya cum.” he sighs and presses a few more kisses to your cheek. he doesn't exactly enjoy denying you in any way but he had to stick to being 'mean boyfriend' to teach you this lesson. finally, he takes the bandana out of your mouth, revealing a string of drool connecting the cloth to your lips.

“you ever talk to me like that again n’ i’ll stuff a dildo in your ass and give you a good hard spankin’ you understand me?” he whispers and grabs your face with his big hand squeezing lightly “answer me please baby…”

“i understand…” you croak out quietly, brows furrowing at the throb of your puffy cunt and the stretch of his dick still inside your tighter hole.

“gooood girl, so proud of you,” john b switches back to being a little nicer to you and brings that hand from your face to your waist, holding you gently. “wanna get up now? no- okay that’s fine, we can just stay here for a sec.” ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡

[omgeto]

could you do reader giving gojo head for the first time please?? LOVE YOUR WORK!!

gojo gets his first blowjob from his pretty little best friend so mdni

“are you sure about this?” you ask with a sly grin — gojo was nervous. you could tell by the way he toyed with the sheets, staring at everything but you. it was odd seeing your best friend, who was usually so confident, being unsure about something.

“yeah i want to do this, definitely.” he nods eagerly in response, “just don’t wanna mess this up,” he finishes with a mumble.

“c’mon toru, no need to be shy with me,” your grin widens as you watch his sudden shift from bravado to bashfulness. it was a side of him you rarely got to see — and you were gonna take full advantage of it. “i’ll take care of you.”

his dick hardens just at the sight of you, your face inching closer to his, your lips part as your hand snakes around his neck in a firm hold as your mouth envelopes him. he quickly eases into the kiss, his tongue pushing into yours greedily. his hands feverishly roam your body touching as you climb into his lap.

you eventually pull away from the kiss, but his mouth still chases yours, hungry for more. you give him a final peck before pushing him down on the bed. you play with the hem of his boxers and he looks up at you expectedly, a faint whisper leaving his mouth “please.” 

you free his dick from his hands, stroking at it slowly, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you watch his lips part at the cold contact of your fingers wrapping around the tip of his dick. swiping off the precum with your thumb, popping it in your mouth to taste him.

“fuck” he mutters, staring up at you. he couldn’t contain himself, you’d barely done anything and he was already feeling like he was going to cum everywhere. 

you lower your head, about to take in his dick in your warm mouth before he stops you, placing his hand on your shoulder. “you really don’t have to.”

“it’s fine toru,” you chuckle, amused by his chivalry, but you could tell by the way his breathing slowed, eagerly anticipating you to give him head.

“okay then, but only if you want to,” he bargains, “i don’t want it to be all about me.”

“it is all about you,” before he could respond, you shove his dick in your mouth contentedly humming at the whimper that comes out of his mouth. he couldn’t keep still, the feeling of your sloppy wet mouth repeatedly sucking on his piece, made him lose his mind. 

“ah s-shit,” he moans out, as your lips slobber over his dick, your hands twisting on the part your mouth couldn’t take. your hands fondle his balls, massaging them as your mouth continues to work on his dick. “fuck, t-this is so good. is it always this good?” you chuckle at his excitement, quickening your pace as you feel from the way his hips were slightly thrusting towards your face that he was about to cum. 

“i think i’m gonna—” he whines out, and just seeing your eyes match his, with you coyly looking up at him. his sentence cuts short as he releases into your mouth. your smile widens as you swallow all of him, pressing a kiss to his tip as your mouth comes off his dick.

“was that okay? i didn’t cum to quickly right?” he immediately starts to ramble as you sit up, “speaking of cum, was it too salty? i’ve read that some gu–” you interrupt him, putting your lips back onto his, making him taste himself off of you. “shit that was hot.”

“see, not that bad,” you jest, admiring the blissed out look on his face — you really rocked his words and you were just warming up.

you could feel his dick start to harden again underneath you, and you laugh as he says, “could we maybe try that again sometime?”

an: slay. lmk your thoughts, surprise surprise im writing for gojo again despite saying that I dont like him hmmm wild.

[madamechrissy]

♡ Time after Time ♡

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ CEO! Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Fingering, thigh riding, cumming dirty talk, nudity, Gojo less of a dick finally lol

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ 5,074

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ Gojo Satoru is your boss And you've been his head assistant for over two years now. You do everything for him, including and not limited to cleaning his messes, picking out his clothes, and writing his speeches. Sixteen hour days... night calls... You are tired of being overworked and at his beck and call. You decide you are going to put in your two weeks notice. He is shocked, and wants to try to keep you, because you're the best. But you know better. Right? . You really wanna fucking quit. You also wanna fuck him. Also, fuck him.

A/N (Kinda has 'two weeks notice' vibes a bit! No use of y/n.) Fully finished on Ao3 but I'm going to slowly get it all up here!

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

As the first rays of dawn gently illuminate the little cabin, you stir from sleep. Your body is enveloped in a warm, hard embrace, and you feel so safe. Blinking the sleep out of your eyes, you are met with the sight of Gojo next to you. Peaceful, almost innocent looking, nothing like the devious little shit you usually saw. You sigh, and have to admit to yourself he’s just gorgeous.

His silver hair cascading over his forehead, sculpted features relaxed, full lips ever so parted. A surge of warmth and desire courses through you as you realize the full extent of your situation. You are trapped beneath his weight, his strong arms holding you securely in place. You try to wriggle free, but his grip is strong, he’s super heavy for as slender as he looks.

Giving up, you start to enjoy the embrace, enjoy looking at him like this. Literally perfection just sleeping against you. You start to understand the numerous girls in his bed, you couldn’t blame them at all. You brush some of his silky hair back, sighing and studying the man you’d been all too eager to run away from just the other day. Now, something was different.

But was it different?

Or was Gojo that attractive that he just fucked your head up?

You’d had to work yesterday after all. But… was it so bad? You start to think of his words in the Limo. Would you have a life, friends, a boyfriend… you have to wonder if you just lived to work. And Gojo used it to his advantage. Had you not been so eager to do everything, after all, he may have not taken such an advantage. You always wanted to be the best and you were.

But you were exhausted, and that wasn’t going away. Though, you had to admit, the sleep you just got was absolutely amazing. Gojo indeed was the best cuddler… there was no doubt about it. Though you had nothing to go off, you certainly knew it was top tier. The way he held you… did things. Gojo did things. Things you had put aside, to focus, to be professional.

Your fingers trace down his jaw, sharp, refined, relaxed just so. His breathing is steady against you as his arms tighten. You resist the urge to kiss him, straddle him, do things you should not want. Instead, you kiss his forehead, sweetly, thinking he looked like he needed one then.

What was he doing to you?

His hands gripped your shoulders, then, and you froze, realizing he had woken up. You peek down, removing your lips, and there is a playful glimmer in the azure depths of his gaze, a little smirk on the mouth that had been relaxed before. You feel yourself flush in embarrassment, looking down.

“Taking advantage of me as I sleep? Hmm maybe that’s your kink. Somnophilia.” Gojo taps your lips with a low chuckle, yanking you on top of him. Your hands are on his strong, bare chest, and his leg is between your thighs.

“I was not doing anything pervy! God!” You wiggle a bit, trying to get out of the strong embrace, but he just yanks you closer against him. Your sensitive aching pussy against his thigh felt far too good. You bite your lip against the sensation, and he takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“I am just teasing you. That was actually pretty cute.” He kisses your forehead, then, and you sigh a bit. “Don’t think I’ve done that. Weird.”

“Kissed a forehead?” You ask incredulously. He shrugs, contemplative look on his face.

“Not that I can think of. I’ve kissed damn near every part of a woman, but I don’t think that one has come into play.”

“You just looked… peaceful and cute. Unlike now, looking like a devious bastard again.” You glare, and he chuckles.

“I’m cute hmm? Not words I think describe me. Handsome, gorgeous, sexy… all those.”

“You’re cute when you sleep. When you aren’t running that mouth of yours.”

“Same.” You two looked at each other then. “You snore, though.”

“Do not!”

“Do too.”

“Lies.”

“How do you even know? You literally can’t tell. You’re asleep, silly.” You sigh, grinning.

“You have a point. You don’t snore.”

“I know, I’m perfect. We can’t all be, baby girl.” Gojo pats your head, brushing your cascading hair back with a grin.

“You’re a perfect looking asshole.”

“But I am perfect looking?” He gives you a wink.

“Ugh.” You lean up a bit. “What was that shit you were talking about, somno what now?”

“Oh, you sweet summer child.” He tuts his mouth, damn devious features back once more. “It’s when your kink is sleeping people.”

Your eyes open wide. “Like you want them to stay asleep? And… like fuck them?”

“Mmhmm. It’s a thing.”

“You know all these kinks hmm?”

“It comes with experience.” Gojo’s hands trail down your bare arms, making goosebumps follow in their path. You tremble.

“Are you into that?” You ask, curious about this man that you should really know more about. He shakes his head.

“It’s not my thing, no. But I’ve done it on request. Just didn’t care for it too much. I really enjoy every. Little. Movement.” He watches you tremble as his lips near yours. “Every. Sound.” He kissed you in between the words, and you moan softly into his lips. “And especially the look on your face.”

“My face?” Your brows furrow in confusion, as your lips part in desire. Gojo grins at you, hands on your hips now, pressing you down. You grow embarrassed, knowing that you’re hot and wet against his thigh. “Not their faces?”

“Your face is very pretty. Even when you scowl like a bitch.” You huff at that, but he lifts his leg, and you gasp, every instinct in you telling you to grind on him. But you couldn’t act that feral… “But so pretty when you want me. And, you do want me, you need to stop lying.”

“I… fuck it. It doesn’t… change that I…”

“That you want to quit. I know. Shut it on that and tell me what you feel.” He consumes your mouth, tongue swirling, his teeth nipping, and fuck if he didn’t taste good even waking up. Smelled good. Felt good. Desire starts shooting through your body, down your tummy, between your thighs. He pulls back. “How do you feel right now? Use your words.”

You take a shaky breath, blinking rapidly, disoriented from him. “I feel so overwhelmed. It’s like I need something. And I don’t know what. I’m not experienced like you I don’t really-”

“Not so many words.” He kissed you again. “You want me. Say that.”

“Unh.” He moves against you, and that’s the only sound your brain could fathom. Gojo looks amused.

“Say it. You’re even soaking my sweats.” His hands gently slide down your back, landing on your backside, squeezing as he pressed up again, sensations making your pussy pulse, feeling it start to get hot and sticky against the shorts you wore.

“What does it change, Satoru?”

“It doesn’t have to change shit. Just say it. Say it and I’ll give it to you.”

“Thought I had to beg.” You mumble, starting to rub against him, crying out as his hands gripped your ass hard, letting you ride his thigh, his own heart in his chest pounding against you.

“You will beg.” He flipped on top of you, then, lips overtaking you, making you heady, your hands sliding up into his hair, pulling. He moaned into your lips. “Say you want me. No. Say you need me.”

“Fuck you.” You arch your back as his hand yanks off your shirt, baring your breasts to him. His eyes hit them like a hawk.

He played with your nipple, swirling his finger around it, studying your every expression. “Don’t you want to stop hurting, brat?”

“Yes.” You had tears prick your eyes when his big hand goes down your trembling tummy, finding your clit like an expert, throbbing against his hand. Your hips buck up as pleasure shoots through your body.

“Then ask me. Ask me to get your little pussy off.” Gojo slides a finger down, to your entrance, just a tip in, and at that you cry out so loud it was embarrassing. Gojo’s brows raise up, an arm braced on one side of you, his hair falling. “Very, very little pussy.”

You blush, your chest heaving, then. “Satoru, please.”

“Please what? Want me to stretch her?” He hissed the words, and you nodded fervently. “Say it, then.”

“Please get me off. Please.” You had no shame anymore, as your nails dig into his arm, urging him on, wishing he’d slip more inside of you. Gojo stayed there, smirking at you. “Oh God, I said please, jerk!”

“Say you want me to stretch her out.” He slid a little more in, and you wanted more, so much more.

“Stretch me out, Gojo. I want you to.” You yank him down, kissing him, slippery and wet when his finger hits all the way inside, long, filling you, stretching you. You’re blinded when he moves his finger up, hitting a spot that makes you see stars. Your back arches, and he studies you.

“Fuck you’re tight.” He groans, arching his elbow a certain way and striking even deeper, you started to wriggle under him, so wet it was embarrassing, pussy pulsing around his finger that moved up and down. “Can you even take two, little brat?”

“I don’t even know. Yes? Try it. Fuck.” You feel him chuckle against your lips, and he leans back, yanking your shorts down fully, and you’re naked in front of him, bare, blue eyes raking the sight in. His soft lips kiss your waist, and he takes his finger out, probing in with two fingertips, stretching and pulling your delicate skin. He bit you right by your rib, pressing further.

“You’re so fucking small.” One hand cupped your breast while the other pushed in further, just to the first knuckle, arching his fingers up and down, hurting slightly.

They continued, every so often pressing further, using the wetness, pulling it out and swirling it, before sliding in deep finally. You buck up off the bed as he fills you, the pressure rough to handle, your body torn between thinking it was too much and wanting even more of him.

“You okay, baby girl?” He asked softly, pausing his fingers movement, brows knitted together. You nod. Gojo made you feel so much then, starting to fuck you with both of his fingers, so thick and deep, stretching you, pushing you to your limits, all while he watched you with his gorgeous fucking eyes.

God you wanted him.

You felt pressure start to build, body on fire for his touch, hitting so hard, spots you’d never known were even fucking there, and he played you so well, like you were an instrument he’d mastered. He leaned up, then, his other hand finding your clit, and that was too much. You started to feel your breath quicken, your hands clutching the crisp sheets beneath you, your entire body shaking.

“You’re doing such a good job. Taking them so well. So wet for me.” Gojo purred the words at you, and you’d have done anything for it then, for his touch, for his words. “Do you want to come on my fingers, baby?”

“Yes. Yes please, Satoru please.” You panted the words, and he dug in deep, finding that spot in you, making everything go black as the pleasure built and built till you couldn’t take any more.

“Then come.”

Nothing could stop you anyway. Your scream rings out and echoes in the tiny room, you cover your own mouth as pleasure flows, riding your climax, biting your hand, but nothing muffled your cries. Everything went black with stars, pussy throbbing around his fingers, your wetness seeping out, making them fuck you easier. Gojo came back into focus, an expression you hadn't seen, studying you, watching you fall apart.

“Fucking beautiful when you come.” He whispered, easing his fingers out, glistening with your juices, sucking them and closing his eyes.

“Holy Fuck.” Your chest heaved and your legs twitched embarrassingly, after shocks hitting watching him. He kissed you, then, and you tasted your desire, tongues swirling, panting into his mouth.

“You taste so good.” Gojo whispered the words, you flushed. “Has anyone eaten you out?” 

You shake your head. “The only… things I've done is like getting fingered then they just kinda did it. And then it sucked. So I kinda just never tried again.”

“No one has eaten this pretty pussy, hmm? That's a shame for them. But kinda fucking hot to know for me.” He kissed your forehead, brushing your hair back. “Do you want me to?”

You nod, embarrassed, into his neck, kissing it. “If you want to? But I'm kind of beat right now. That was intense.”

“Oh man, that's just the very beginning of it.” You blink. “My tongue is even better than these.”

Gojo ran his fingers over your cunt again and you shiver, whining, aching and sore. “Better than that? How?”

He laughed. “You're so innocent it's pretty fucking cute.”

“Not innocent.”

“You really are. Okay. I'll show you when you're recovered.” He snorted at that and you giggled.

“I haven't ever had an orgasm by anyone… just my vibrator. And that was different. It was ridiculous. You're… goddammit you're really good at it.”

“Told you so. Bratty thing that you are didn't believe me.” He kissed you and your hands trembled, trailing down, finding him hard, making him groan, stopping you.

“Don't you want me to return it?” You frown. Curiously trying to move your touch against his hard cock still in their sweatpants. He was all dressed and you were naked you noticed.

“If you touch me I won't be able to stop myself from burying my cock in that tight little fucking cunt of yours. Are you ready for that just yet?”

“Fuck.” Gojo had you dripping wet again. The grip on your wrist just made you hornier.

“I'll take things at your pace, my cute little nun.”

“Fuck off ugh. Not a nun.”

“You can hardly take my fingers, so I don't know if you're ready for all this.” He put your hand on him fully then, and your eyes widened, mouth open.

“Oh! Oh…” He was fucking huge. Jesus.

“Mmhmm.”

“You're like a monster.” He snorted, shaking his head.

“It won't be like whatever college dick you had.”

“I was so drunk I don't remember much. But yeah your fingers are bigger.”

“Are you serious?” You nod, flushed. “Oh man. Okay. So virgin nun theory is back. You are so sweet right now too, see. Orgasms and cuddles. Dr. Gojo to the rescue.”

You sigh. “Maybe you're a little right, but it could be orgasm brain talking.”

“See? You can just stay working and I'll get you off whenever I push you too hard. Win win!”

“Oh gosh! No. You're ridiculous.”

“You mean amazing?”

“Your head is so big it's amazing you fit through doors.”

“And my dick.”

You roll your eyes. He's right. Gojo kisses your forehead again. It makes your eyes flutter shut in bliss. “You like that now, do you?”

“With you, yeah.” He flushed himself a bit. Your eyes locked and somehow a forehead kiss was as intimate as his fingers had been in you.

“I like it too.” Your voice was husky, filled with longing, as if you stupidly wanted more than you know could happen.

Fuck.

“Food?” Gojo sat up, sliding up your shorts and putting on your shirt. Change of subject. Well fuck it. Maybe that was a good thing.

“Yes, please.” Your tummy growled as you spoke and you became embarrassed.

“It works up an appetite.” He shot you a wink. “You do blush all over by the way.”

“Satoru!”

“Let's get food.” You sighed, nodding, and taking his hands to help you up. Your legs were jello. He had to hold you up, and was grinning devilishly. “You're just falling for me all the time.”

“Oh shut it.”

“I’ve never been inside of here. Weird.” Gojo mused as you all walked into your apartment a little later on. You flicked on your lights, the LEDs you had hung up illuminating the comfy living room a vibrant purple along with the main lighting of the ceiling. It was simple but cute and spacious, your little hide away.

“You can set the food right there.” You nudge your head to the little dining area you had, one that had not been used in ages. You never had company.

“Gotcha.” Gojo laid out the take out bag on your little black table, blue eyes behind his shades cooly taking in his surroundings. “Kinda small for your paycheck though.”

You scowled as you walked past him to grab a couple of plates and forks. “It’s really cute and nice here. It’s just me.”

“Hmm. Don’t you send money to your family back home or something?”

“How do you know that…” You help Gojo get out the yummy chicken and rice you all had snatched up, along with decadent looking sushi.

“I’ve heard you talk about it.” He shrugged a broad shoulder, before going to your fridge and opening it wide. “Any drinks?”

“I have beer at the bottom.” Gojo snatched two out, opening them with his hand and shirt with ease. He handed you one. “Thank you!”

“Mmhmm. Yeah I figured you sent it to your parents or whatever.” Gojo sat across from you then, and you tensed, chest tight, your eyes pricking with emotion. He snatched up chopsticks, popping one into his mouth, studying you.

“No.” You managed to breathe out the words, sighing and sipping the cold dark lager, not knowing how to say it.

“You okay?” He asked, tilting his head. You felt your chest swell then, emotion you long held fighting to the surface, breath quickening. “Hey.” Gojo frowned, taking your hand, then.

“S-sorry.” You turned your head away, taking shaky breaths, hating how you now of all times feel like crying. Not now. Not in front of him.

“Did I say something stupid? I do that. I’m-”

“No, no.” You sigh, swiping little errant tears before turning back to look at him. “You don’t know, it’s okay. My parents died when I was in high school.”

Gojo’s brows drew together, hand tensing on yours, so tight it squeezed your own hard, jaw tensing. “Shit.”

“Yeah. I was seventeen. Car crash.” You take another sip. “I’m sorry I usually don’t get emotional, it’s been almost a decade. I don’t know if I’m just exhausted or what but I don’t cry about it anymore.”

“Why not cry? That’s horrible and fucking sad.” He sighed, loosening his hold a bit. “How do I not know?”

“We never talked about personal things. You’re my boss.” You enjoy his touch, his presence, more than you want to. “It’s fine really. But I send money to my little brothers.”

“Oh.” He gave a little nod, clearing his throat and leaning back. “I’m shit at emotional things. But I am sorry.”

“You’re doing fine.” You took his hand back, smiling. “I don’t talk about them much. I probably should but… I just don’t anymore.”

“But they’re grown now right? Your brothers.”

“They are, and they tell me not to send stuff. Lately I haven’t been. But I feel like as the oldest it’s on me to care in some way, and I live really far.”

“That's really sweet.” Gojo cleared his throat, looking around a bit at your kitchen, decked out in pink everything. He grinned. “This isn’t how I pictured it.”

“You pictured it?”

“Mmm… yeah. I figured your place was boring and crazy clean. But it’s actually unique and cozy.”

“Well thanks I think. And yes I do like pink.” You giggled.

“Eat.” He started making you a plate.

“Thank you. This is… it’s nice.” Fuck it was nice. Gojo in your kitchen, across from you. How was that a thing?

“I am nice to look at aren’t I.” He shot you a wink, and some of the darkness faded, easing the tension. You smirked, popping sushi into your mouth. “You are good at chopsticks for an American.”

“We use them there for these kinds of things you know. I was a regular at the local chinese restaurants. Especially during college.” You chewed thoughtfully, and Gojo’s long legs brushed yours under the table.

“Why not stay in law?”

“You’re inquisitive today.”

“We said we’d get to know each other. Yeah?” You nod. “So why was a bright law student with a 4.2 GPA not practicing.”

“You know my GPA?” He grinned. “Well shit I guess it was on the resume. I tried, I did, but I couldn’t handle some of the shit I saw. I was working a bit with children and… yeah no. I came here and decided I’d try something else. New life.”

“That makes sense, that would be fucking horrible.” Gojo popped another piece into his mouth, chewing and continuing to study you. “I think I had you pegged for a spoiled bitch with rich parents. I’m way off huh.”

Your eyes widened. “I mean yeah. My parents left us nothing, they were too young to have thought of it of course. And my grandparents took care of my brothers. I got into college young so I just lived at the dorm and threw myself into my studies… but never got anything from anyone.”

“Self made bitch.”

You laughed. “I guess.”

“All right, so give me the tour.” Gojo stood holding his hand out. You took it, standing with his help, snatching up your beer.

“Okay, it’s not much.” You take him through the living room, to your little office room, which you rarely used. It just had a little computer and a desk with some pretty paintings you’d acquired.

Next was your room, which was quite different from the rest, decked out in posters and pictures everywhere, everything uniquely you. Stuffed animals and numerous pillows decked out your little daybed, covered in pink silky sheets and your plush white comforter. Gojo ran his fingers along your white dresser, pausing as he looked to your mirror.

Shit.

“Is that… is that me and you?” He pulled off the little picture you had of you and him slid into the crook of your mirror.

“Fuck.” You grumbled, sitting on your bed with a huff. He turned incredulously, snatching off his glasses, blue eyes wide and twinkling as his grin appeared.

“Is this the selfie I took with you when you got hired?”

“Ugh. Yeah.” You covered your head in your hands.

“I’m so beautiful you decided to have me printed. Aww! You’re so cute, little nun.” Gojo came and patted your head. You scowled, yanking the pic and sighing, looking at the two of you. Gojo had grinned and thrown a peace sign. You were all pink and smiley like a schoolgirl.

“It’s not that…”

“Liar.” He took it back, studying it. “You look different. Super happy.”

“I was. Happiest day I have had.”

He frowned, looking down at you. “How the fuck?”

“It was like a dream. You were bright like the fucking sun. I can’t explain but meeting you was a lot. And yeah…”

He sat next to you, quiet, handing you the photo. “Have I made you so sad and miserable since?”

“No. I am just exhausted, Gojo. All the time. I’m not miserable.”

“Not happy like that.” His thumb caressed the photo, as it rested in your hands, hands that trembled.

“No but that’s why it’s there. To remind me of a happy time. That sounds super fucking corny.”

“It does.” He gently brushed your hair back. His phone started ringing in his pocket, he took it out and frowned.

“Work shit?”

“Mmhmm. We have that fancy dinner speech award shit.”

“Your award ceremony?” You chuckled at how he put things.

“Yeah. My mom is writing to me about it, wanting to know who I’m bringing and making sure it’s not a ‘scandalous woman’ again. Because that’s in poor taste.” He rolled his eyes. You grinned.

“I see. That eliminates all your women.”

“Not you.” He looked at you, brows raised.

“I’m not one of your harem.”

“Exactly. You’re respectable and shit. Mom would love you. Yep, you’re gonna be my date.”

“Gojo… won’t people get the wrong idea if I am again two events in a row?” You ask cautiously. He leaned closer to you, too close.

“What idea? That I fuck you in my office.” He put vivid images of you on his desk in your mind.

“Shut it.” You shove at his chest. “No, that we’re dating or something.”

“So what if they think that? It would look good for me.”

“I’m not gonna be your pretend girlfriiend for you to go fuck randoms. You ask too much.” You grimaced as the thoughts of him and others started to confuse you. A feeling you didn’t wanna touch.

“Are you jealous?” He touched your chin, eyes intense, hard to even look at without melting. “You want me all to yourself already?”

“I didn’t say anything like that.” You sighed, looking away. “Just wouldn’t be a good position for me.”

“I know so many positions you’d look great in.” His other hand slid up your bare thigh. You trembled. “On your knees with that ass in the air for one.”

“Fuck off.” You scowl then, standing, trying to get your bearings. “You don’t even know what you want. Last week you didn’t even find me attractive. Ah!”

Gojo yanked you, pressed against you hard. “I always found you attractive.”

“That's bull.”

“You were gorgeous when I met you, just you seemed… pure.”

“It changes nothing.”

“Still so eager to leave?” You nod, but you don’t mean it fully. “Liar.”

“Am not.”

“Think about going, it’s next week. Okay?”

“I’ll think about it.” You sigh, and he kisses your neck, hands strong against your soft tummy, it trembles.

“Mom would like you. She’s also scary.” You elbowed him, and he huffed, cussing and letting you go. “Yep she’ll love you. Evil loves evil.”

“Fuck you.” You were laughing though.

“Would your parents have…” He trailed off. You froze, turning to face him, leaning your head back. He looked away, hand awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck now.

“Would they…”

“I’m tired. I should go.” He sighed, and literally started walking out. You blinked for a moment, before following him.

“Hey!” You called out, he was literally grabbing his wallet off the table, about to walk out of the apartment. Gojo paused. “Is everything okay?”

“It’s fine.” His voice was gruff, short. You touched his back, and he tensed even further.

“Wait. Let me get out of these. Can you stay just a minute?” You thought of some reason to keep him, deep in that brain you knew it was only that. You were curious about him. Confused.

“Yeah go ahead.” He was so serious, it threw you off. You ran back to your room, sliding on a little pink skirt and black tank, taking off Gojos’ clothes. You walked back out, half expecting him to be gone, but he stood there, hands in his pockets, leaning back against the wall.

“Here! And thank you.” You held out the clothes, coming close to him, hating how sad he looked. “Satoru…”

“Hmm.” He looked down at you. You took a little breath.

“My parents would have liked you.” His lips parted, and you stood there, hands touching under the folded clothes. “My parents were so funny. Dad was like some stand up comedian. So I know you would have gotten along. You always make everyone laugh around you.”

Gojo flushed, clearing his throat nervously. “It was a stupid question.”

“Not for me. Thank you for having me think of them today. I push them out of my mind because it hurts. But I needed to.” You took a breath for courage, sliding closer, till you were against him. He sat your clothes down on the side table, taking you in his arms then.

“I feel like I fucked it up. Your day. Your life. You were really fucking happy in that damn photo.”

“Not at all, no. I just… I work alot and I’m tired.” You tiptoed, feeling things you thought you never would for this man. He took your face in his hands, bending down as you leaned up.

“They’d like me huh.”

“For sure. They always said I was too serious of a child.” You smiled at the memory, a little tear pricking your eyes. “I am kinda a stuck up bitch huh.”

“A little bit.” Your lips meet softly, and something seems different. It was soft, sweet, not intense or passionate. He pulled back with a little smirk. “You kissed me, that time.”

“Shit I did. It must be that beer.” You teased, he shook his head with a chuckle.

“That much of a lightweight hmm?”

“Yep.” You kissed him again, yanking him down by his shirt, hating how your body reacted. “We’ll go to work tomorrow and be all back to business you know.”

“Nah. You’ll be begging me for another orgasm at like noon.”

“Whatever, will not!” You stepped back, rolling your eyes. He seemed amused again, and no longer… whatever that mood was.

“Bet you do. Please.”

“Get out. Bye.” You shove him, and he laughs, sauntering out. You peek at his clothes, running out to the hall. “Hey! You want me to wash them first or something?” You asked. He didn’t turn around, just leaned his head a bit.

“Nah. Keep em. They’re cute on you.” You flushed, snuggling the damn clothes like a lovesick fool. Fucking hell. “See ya.” He shot out two fingers, and walked out the hallway, leaving you more confused than ever.

What even was that?

You looked at Gojos clothes, bringing them to your room, popping them on your dresser. You put your picture back in its spot.

Just how would work go…

When you wanted to find out just how good his tongue was.

“Ugh!” You flop on your bed, sighing into your pillow.

Chapter 5

Ao3 chap:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55424137/chapters/140901502

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✯ Showing Fight Club Characters Memes ✯[all gn! reader]

❀ Marla ❀ You and Marla were sitting inside the laundry mat waiting for some careless person to leave their clothes behind. The two of you rarely hung out or spoke, but when you did, it was to steal jeans and sell them. Marla used the money for cigarettes and you used it for snacks. It was sort of like "bonding time" between you and her. Not that Marla would admit that- or you.

She was getting restless waiting, and she didn't have any cigarettes on her, so she needed a distraction.

"Hey, show me something funny," Marla said, resting her head on your shoulder.

You glanced at her messy hairdo and chuckled.

"Sure," you replied.

You got out your phone and starting scrolling through your gallery. A meme that you made of Jack sleeping popped up. Marla's eyes widened and she started to laugh. She laughed for a while until she had a coughing fit.

"Maybe you should quit smoking," murmured.

"Over my dead body."

✭ Jack ✭

Jack was dozing off in his office cubicle, as usual. You were his co-worker and thought he could use a funny photo to look at while attempting to stay awake.

"Excuse me?" you whispered, gently nudging him.

"Wha-! Huh?" Jack jerked awake and looked around frantically.

"Woah, take it easy. It's just me."

Jack looked at you wearily and rolled his eyes. He was always in such a terrible mood. To be honest, he looked like he hadn't slept at all. Maybe that's why he's irritable.

You showed him a cat meme on your phone, "Here, I thought you could use a nice laugh today!"

He stared at the photo blankly, but didn't give you a response.

"Uhm... okay then, see you tomorrow," you said, quickly exiting his area.

✦ Robert "Bob" Paulson ✦ It was another full house at the testicular cancer support groups. You didn't understand why you were there. Maybe you were curious. A big man with an even bigger chest made his way towards you. His name tag said "BOB" in bold letters.

As soon as he got within two feet of you, he enveloped you in a bear hug. He smelled oddly of a mixture of sweat, perfume, and wood. You were being crushed, but patted him on the back since he was sobbing. Maybe because of his testicular cancer, or he got it removed. Either way, he was in dire need of cheering up.

"Hey, do you want to see something funny?" you asked.

Bob looked at you with teary eyes and nodded.

You showed him a meme from your gallery and he laughed slightly. You were about to put you phone away when he suddenly starting swiping from over your shoulder. Personal pictures, tax documents, the whole sha-bang. Bob saw it all. Did he care? Probably not. He just wanted to scroll.

⍟ Angel Face ⍟

You and Angel Face met at Lou's Tavern one evening. He was a simple-minded guy, seemed to be the highlight of everyone's night, and was easy-going. You two had run out of things to talk about, so you decided to show him a meme from your gallery.

"Oh, what's this?" he questioned.

"It's just a silly picture I saved."

He snatched your phone from your hands and looked at it closely. You tried to grab it back but he jumped away from you.

"What's your deal, man?" you fumed, "that's my phone."

"I'm just trying to get a better look at it!" Angel Face whined.

You sighed and shook your head, there was no use in trying to get it back at this point.

✴ Tyler Durden ✴

Tyler was working on his famous pink soap- the "yardstick of civilization," as he would call it. Lots of high end stores bought from him. He never told you the secret ingredient though.

He'd been silent for quite some time, only humming once in a while or whistling. You decided, like any good friend should, to interact with him and show him some memes.

"Tyler, hey man, wanna see something funny?" you asked.

You poked him in the shoulder a few times before he pushed your hand off.

He took his cigarette from his mouth and paused his soap making.

"What do you want?"

"I was trying to show you something, jerk face," you replied.

Tyler didn't even bothering looking up, he just continued to fiddle with glycerin. You guess that his reaction was to be suspected since he never really listened to you in the first place.

You sighed, "Whatever."

[END]

[searchingforgravity]

Graceland Experience - PART 2

Fandom: Elvis/Elvis (2022)

Prompt: You wake up in an unfamiliar place, and instead of things piecing together in your mind, you only become more confused.

TW: Vomiting

Word Count: 1735

A/N: So I got really excited about writing this and finished the second chapter. I'm super excited about this series and thank you to those who already like it!

Emerging from a fitful slumber, you open your eyes slowly. You feel excitement envelope your body. Today is the day you'll be visiting Graceland-

Wait.

Where are you?

Sitting up, you are almost in complete darkness. You look around for any type of light source. There is a very old looking digital alarm clock that has the time 4:17a.m. posted on it. The sun hasn't risen yet. But where are you?

You think the most logical place you could be is a hotel room, because you must've stayed the night at one last night if you were to visit Graceland today, right? Pulling the covers off of you to get out of bed, you pause. Feeling the covers on top of you, they feel nice. Expensive. Much nicer than that of a hotel blanket. Pressing your feet to the floor, you jerk yourself off of the mattress.

You groan as you move, your limbs remarkably stiff. It's as if you've been in bed for days. Feeling your way along the wall, you move your hand around to where you image a light switch might be. After a few moments of blindly searching, you feel one and flip it on.

Immediately the room is filled with light and you have to shield your eyes as you adjust to the brightness. Blinking away your sleep, you look around.

It takes you a moment to really absorb what it is you're seeing. When your eyes adjust, you almost can't believe them.

The room is extravagant. It's beautiful. It's something you would never be able to afford. You try to grasp at your surroundings. Something catches your eye as you look around. Your outfit. It looks like something your grandma would wear. It's a long, pale pink sleeping gown that has replaced your previous t-shirt and jeans. Your confusion starts to turn into fear. You have to start remembering where you are and fast.

You start pacing back and forth, trying to put the pieces together in your head when there's a sudden knock on the door. Your pause as you hold your breath. A second knock comes. Cautiously, you move to open it. When you crack it open, a half asleep but slightly alert man stands on the other side in pajamas. You think you've seen him before, but the pieces still aren't coming together.

"Good, you're awake. Can I came in? I have a few questions."

You stand there silent. Baffled. Afraid. You must look it because the mans face softens slightly from his stern exterior.

"I know you're probably confused. You've been asleep for a few days, it might take a minute to get some memories back. But we need to figure out some things. Could you open the door?"

He seems like he's being honest, and by the stiffness in your limbs, you decide he's telling the truth. Opening the door and making room for him, he slowly walks in through the entryway and motions for you to sit on one of the chairs in the corner of the room and he sits, or falls rather, into the chair next to yours.

He chuckles at your reaction as you give a confused look to his exhaustion.

"I haven't been sleeping well since you've been here. Was worried you were some crazy fan or somethin', had to watch over the boss."

The boss?

You clear your throat as you prepare to speak.

"How long did you say I was here?" Your voice croaks. Your words strained from not drinking water for days.

His ears perk at hearing the state of your voice. He stands up and walks to the side of the bed you were sleeping in, grabbing a full glass of water you hadn't noticed was sitting there.

"Here, have some water. You need it."

As he hands you the glass, you suddenly feel parched. You start gulping the water instantly.

"Easy! You don't wanna get sick. You haven't had anything in four days."

You take his advice as you take one more sip, pulling the glass away from your lips. So you've been here four days. As if reading your mind. he nods.

"And you've been here, asleep, for four days. We were waiting to see if you would wake up today. If you hadn't by the end of the day, we were planning to take you to the hospital."

We?

"Where am I?" You blurt the words, anxiety forming again.

For a moment, he looks at you in shock. Then a questioning look as he leans back in his seat, observing you.

"You don't know where you are? You don't recognize me?" He asks in slight disbelief.

You examine his face. You have seen him before, but where?

"I mean, I'm obviously not who you came here to see, but-"

Who you came here to see?

"Who did I come to see? I don't understand. I don't know where-"

Graceland.

You were coming to see Elvis' home. You look around at the room, the same design as the rest of the house. Then you remember. Snippets of the tour of the house. You passed out after feeling nauseous. It's all starting to make sense now. The one thing you can't seem to piece together, though, is why the staff kept you here. Why didn't they take you to the hospital? And why are you wearing this awful nightgown?

"I'm at Graceland."

After he nods in confirmation, you continue.

"I was on a tour. I was feeling sick, I passed out."

You looked back up at him and he is now the one looking confused. He disguises it to keep you from getting anxious, but you see it anyway.

"That's what we don't understand. None of the boys were giving you a tour. You were just...here. In the living room. How did you get inside?"

Okay, now things were starting to not make sense again. You can tell he's about to ask you another question until you both hear a noise outside the room. Someone else was up, and they were making their way to the room you were in.

"Ah, that's the boss. He'll probably want to talk to you."

Finally, the manager. Now you can get the answers you need. Someone knocks on the door before gently opening it. The man steps inside also in his pajamas and slippers, and you have to grip onto the chair as the color drains from your face.

You Instantly jolt back as if you've seen a ghost, your eyes going wide with disbelief as you hold your breath.

The man that just walked through the door, Elvis Presley, stops moving as he takes in your reaction. You have to remember to breathe as your vision goes blurry, you don't want to pass out again. Then again, maybe you do so you can wake up from the dream.

He looks at you, concerned. Then again you probably look horrified. You are. This is a man that has been dead for almost fifty years, and he's no more than five feet away from you.

No one says a word. The room is tense. It feels as if the two men are waiting for you to react. It feels as though time is suspended. You try to swallow but you can't; your eyes glued to the person in front of you.

"Oh my god," you whisper, your heart pounding in your chest. This can't be real. You must've gone crazy. That would make a lot more sense than Elvis Presley standing in front of you.

Elvis' eyes quickly dart to the man next to you, then back to yours. He's scared. You can see it in his eyes. He smiles gently, worry in his features as you feel the man beside you move to grab something.

"No honey, not God. You certainly are looking at me like you just seen him, though."

You release a breath you didn't realize you've been holding. Your hand muscles are straining from how tightly your gripping the arms of the chairs. You flinch as the man beside you comes closer to you.

"Hey, I'm not gonna hurt ya. Just brought over a trash can. Looks like you're gonna-"

He isn't able to finish his sentence as you suddenly lurch forward, vomiting immediately. His hand cautiously comes to your back.

"Alright, there. That's good."

Still leaning forward, you close your eyes, your head suddenly pounding again. This isn't real. When you open your eyes and look up, you will be back home. This is just a fever dream.

Looking up, he's still there, curiosity and concern playing on his features. Groaning you hurl again.

"Not the typical reaction," you hear him say, along with a chuckle from the man helping you. You grasp tightly onto the man's arm and feel him stiffen in response.

"Sorry, I just need to make sure I'm not dreaming" you gasp after spitting.

He relaxes slightly. His arm is solid. Warm. Real.

You're awake. And that's terrifying. You trying to even out your breathing to not hyperventilate. You hear an amused laugh coming from the doorway at your words before gentle footsteps approach. Lurching back again, your grip tightens on the man next to you as your eyes widen again. If you feel Elvis Presley close to you, then you know you've gone insane.

"I just wanna help you get to bed. Can I do that?"

He's approaching and you can smell his cologne. He comes even closer and you can feel his body heat. Your head starts spinning again. You cannot pass out.

"Sonny, could you get me a wet towel?" He mumbles as he comes to your side, his arm wrapping around your back and hoisting you up. Well, if you have lost it, at least you get to feel Elvis Presley's arm around you.

Wait, that name.

"Sonny West?"

"Ah, so you do know me," he calls as he goes to leave the room.

Your head is spinning as you nearly collapse, Elvis' grip on you tightening as he nearly carries you to the bed.

"You stay awake now, don't want you sleepin' for another four days, do we? I'll ask Sonny to get some food for ya. Then we're gonna figure out what to do together, alright?"

You only nod as he props you up in bed, and brings the trash can over.

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Day 9: Breeding Kink - Nanami

Warnings: au, insecurity, mentions of scarring, nanami has an eyepatch, breeding, fem!reader

Taglist: @actuallysaiyan, @loki-love

In your eyes, Nanami is the most beautiful man in the world. From the first moment you ever laid eyes on him in the cafe where you first met all the down to the moment you’re currently caught in years later. It’s early in the morning, and he’s sleeping by your side. One half of his face and body is scarred from what happened in Shibuya. When he’s awake he keeps his scarred, grayed eye covered with an eyepatch even though he can still see cursed energy with it. He hardly lets you look at it. He’s only been home for a couple weeks, and you spend every spare second just…memorizing him. Taking in the sight of your lover, counting his breaths and drawing little patterns on his skin while he isn’t trying to hide his newfound insecurity. You run your hand over his chest gently, and feel his heart racing. You gasp when his large hand envelops yours. He opens his good eye and looks over at you. 

“What are you doing, baby girl?” he asks softly, trying to hide the fact that you’d startled him a little. 

“Nothing,” you kiss his cheek softly. “Just admiring you.” 

“Nothing much left to admire,” he mutters softly. 

“Don’t say that,” you pout and snuggle against him. “You’re beautiful, baby. I love you so much.” 

“Yeah? You love me?” he smirks. 

“Of course, I love you.” 

Suddenly, you’re pinned to the bed with his broad form hovering above you. His face is soft, but you can see the determination in his gaze. He pushes your legs apart with his knee as he presses his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. 

“How much?” he asks against your mouth. 

“What do you mean how much?” you giggle and kiss him again. 

“What would you do to show me?” 

You roll your eyes playfully, “Anything.” 

“Anything?” 

“Yeah,” you kiss his jawline and neck, paying extra attention to the scarred flesh. He moans softly, his fingertips digging into the squish of  your thighs. 

“Would you let me put a baby in you?” he growls. 

“You want to…” 

“Yeah,” he presses his hips against yours, and you can feel how excited he already is by the idea of it. “Been thinkin’ about it for a while.” 

You giggle again, squirming underneath him as you feel antsy from what he’s saying. He grunts when your mound rubs against his cock. 

“You really mean it, Kento? You wanna have a baby?” 

“Fuck, yes,” he kisses you deeply. When he pulls away to breathe again, he rubs his nose against yours. “I’d been thinking about it before…you know…” he sighs sadly. “But now I really know I need to breed you, baby. I need to give you a baby. I need it.” 

“I want that too, Kento,” you whisper softly. 

The next kiss the two of you share is a flurry of passion and interrupted only when you need to breathe or remove clothes. 

“I love you so fucking much,” he growls as he spreads your thighs and settles between them. His cock is hard and ready to sink into your wet entrance already. 

“I love you too,” you whisper. You gasp when he pushes into you suddenly. He presses your legs against your chest as he starts rocking his hips. You whine and moan at the sensation of being so full of his cock. 

“Gonna make my sweet girl a mommy,” he growls. “Gonna look so pretty for me.” 

The more he talks the more he seems to work himself up. He wants to get you off too, and he knows he will, but for right now all he can think about is giving you his load. He begins pounding into you in pursuit of his orgasm. 

“Beg for my cum,” he growls. “Tell me how bad you want to be bred.” 

“Please give it to me, baby. ‘Wanna make you a daddy so fucking bad. ‘Wanna carry your baby.” 

He growls and groans excitedly as he nears his climax. His thrusts grow sloppier in the movement, and he cries out as his cock throbs within your warmth. His grip on your thighs is nearly bruising. 

“Oh fuck,” he whines. 

His hips stutter as he gives you what’s bound to just be the first load of cum for the day. He pulls out for a moment just to admire the way your little pussy flutters, then he pushes his still half-hard cock back into you. 

“Be a good girl and take more,” he whispers. 

“I’ll take it all, daddy.”

[krav3nn]

what iffff

you and bill had a cute little self care night! like full of kisses, face masks und little massages. just taking care of each-other after tour??

sorry if it’s bad i really am not great at requests- but i do have maybe 1 or 2 more if you need/want them💕

༉‧₊˚🕯️SELF CARE NIGHT ༉‧₊˚🕯️

UGHH I LOVE THIS REQUEST!!!! This is the best prompt ever, idk how I didn’t think of this! Your GENIUS! Thank you so much for requesting I love you pookie. Anyways, you ask you shall receive!

BILL KAULITZ X GN!READER

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

I’m so bored!” You groaned rolling onto your back on the floor “I have an idea of what we could do.” Bill said with a smirk on his face. You sat up and threw your pillow at him with a groan. “phff sorry baby I can’t help myself.” Bill says with a chuckle “yeah yeah whatever billy, do you have any REAL ideaa.” You said playing with his hair. “Hmm.. I don’t know but if anything I wanna do somthing relaxing. This past month has been exhausting.” Bill said with a sigh

You and tokio Hotel had been on tour for the past 31 days. You and bill were the singers in the band and had it rough. During the signing you would get unwanted comments, (which bill did NOT let slide) And y’all did a bunch of different concerts. Moving from place to place just tired you out. You and bill were just so glad to be back home.

At his words you sit up and gasp. “THATS IT!” You say running to your bathroom where you kept your skin care. Grabbing two silly face masks, moisturizer, and two cute little animals headbands to hold your hair back. Bill was just sitting on the couch in confusion, hearing you rustling in the bathroom.

You quickly ran bad and jumped next to him, showing him the face masks in excitement. Bill laughed loudly. “Can we do these billy?” You say shaking him. “Ughhh fine only because I love you.” Bill said kissing your head. You squeal in excitement as you hand him the two face masks. Asking him which one he wants. The dog or the cat face masks. Bill obviously choose the dog because he’s a dog person.

You also grabbed the headbands and put one on bill but his long hair with still going in his face a bit so you run back to the bathroom and get a black and red scrunchy. You run back to bill and giggled as you put bills hair up with the scrunchies. “Do I look stupid?” Bill says with a laugh. “You could never look stupid” you say kissing his lips.

You ripped the mask sheet open, at sit on bills lap to put the mask on him. “Scheisse! That’s so cold!” Bill says. “Ugh stay still you big baby.” You say with a chuckle as you smooth out the mask on bills skin and quickly burst out into giggles. Running to get your camera to take a picture of him, he just looked so silly! You ran back and took the picture of bill sitting on the couch, making a funny face with the dog face mask on him.

“Okay okay! I wanna put yours on now!” Bill said, grabbing the cat face mask and opening it. You sit crisscrossed and close your eyes getting ready for the cold that was about to envelop your face. Bill puts the mask on your face and it was indeed cold. Once it was on, you opened your eyes. Bill looked at you and laughed. “Now we look silly together!” Bill says grabbing your hands and pulling you off the couch, jumping up and down with you and just being giddy.

After 15 minutes you both took the face masks off. Bill grabs your waist and pulls you down on top of him. “Bill!” You say with a laugh as you wrap your hands around his neck and sigh in content. Bills hand massage all over your body, rubbing your shoulders, your back, your butt, you’re legs, exc. you find yourself dozing off to sleep. Every few seconds you would feel a kiss on your head, and comforting words in your ear as you and bill finally fall asleep in each others arms….

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

A/N: Again thank you to this person for requesting this. I’m sorry this took so long for me to write this and it was so short. my adhd brain kept getting distracted. Buttttt I hope this lives up to your expectations, your royalty ‼️

[untaemedqueen]

At Your Service

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Angst, Fluff, Cold Heartedness, Emotional Trauma, Healing, Smut, Dark Humor

Chapter 7.

"Are you sure it's alright?" you breathe, stepping out of your closet.

Jeongguk looks up from his phone and it takes every single ounce of power for the device to not go slipping out of his grasp.

You're dressed in black from head to toe but that's not really the thing to focus on. The expensive black dress you wear hugs every curve and line of your body so perfectly that it feels like a sin to just be looking at you.

Your makeup is soft apart from the black winged liner that adorns your eyes and your arms are covered to your elbows in white satin gloves.

"Fuck," is the only word that the escort can utter at the sight of you.

You smooth your hands over the dress before propping your hands on your hips. "A good fuck or go fucking change?"

Jeongguk stands up, extending a hand to spin you around.

You do as told, spinning in front of him slowly. He whistles slowly, the sound clenching and strangling your heart sweetly.

"Never fucking change," he breathes, fixing his skinny tie.

You give him a small, awkward smile that lights up your face and Jeongguk resists the sudden urge to tug you against his body and hold you close.

"You look beautiful, seriously," he announces, sliding a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

"Your grandmother is difficult to please, I assume," you breathe, grabbing your Birkin and leaving your walk-in closet.

"Incredibly difficult. But you're a force to be reckoned with. I don't think anyone can dislike you when they know you."

Your reply is only a lifted eyebrow, one that makes the escort snort softly at the sight. "Come on, girlfriend."

You're nervous for the first time in a long time. You have no idea what to expect from these rich people but what you do know is that you can't let your guard down, not even for a second.

You don't really care about what they would say about you, you care about Guk and what they would think about him. So now for the first time in so many years, you're attempting to step out of your own skin, your own comfort zone, and help someone else. And even though you're not a good actress, you're going to have to try because you won't be disappointing this man.

"You ever just wanna vomit?" Jeongguk gasps, hanging his arm out of the car to feel the cool air.

"This is imported leather, do not vomit," you reply.

Not too long ago, you turned your car down one of the prettiest streets in the city. It's secluded and full of perfectly trimmed foliage, just a hint at what's to come.

"How much farther?" you inquire, looking over at the escort.

"Not far, the gated community is just ahead," he answers you, putting his forehead to the crook of his elbow.

You can tell that he's vibrating with nervousness and all you want to do is just turn the car around to save him from himself and his family.

"It's just… Chloe's gonna be there and my grandma… and just…" he can't even finish his sentence as he shivers.

Without a second thought, you pull your car over to the side of the paved road.

"Look, I don't normally say this to people that aren't me but you need to breathe," you tell him, taking his hand in yours.

He throws himself backwards, his head hitting the rest behind it with a heady thump. "Fuck, I'm just... Let's just go back to your house, I'll buy you a television and we can watch some mov-"

"Jeongguk," you whisper, leaning over towards him and putting your hand on his shoulder.

He whines softly, something akin to a frightened dog. "Y/N, please, I-I can't do this! I just don't have it in me!"

"I'm here with you. You don't have to be afraid," you promise.

Guk rolls his head to look at you and without a second thought he's unbuckling your seatbelt and pulling you in for the tightest hug you could ever imagine. Your arms freeze and the warmth that radiates through you from his enveloping almost makes you want to shut down.

"Hug me back," he mumbles, burying his face into your neck.

You're so comfortable, so easy to hold that the escort feels all the dread within him slowly seeping through his pores.

Your arms finally wrap around him and he sighs almost too contently against your skin.

No matter how cold and distant you act, you're more comfortable to him than he could ever imagine. If he could hold you like this for eons, he might not want a thing for the rest of his days. Who could bear to eat or breathe when you would take up all the space before him that he'd ever need.

"Why are we both two puzzles?" Guk breathes, hooking his chin over your shoulder.

You can't even utter a response before he's speaking once more. "Should we solve one another? You be Wednesday Addams and I be that… poor nerd kid named Joel from camp or whatever?"

You find yourself giggling then before eventually rolling your eyes at his silliness. "Why am I Wednesday?"

Jeongguk guffaws shortly, pulling back just enough to see your irises shimmering with playfulness. "How could you even be asking me that question?"

There's something friendly in the air, something coating you both with sheer comfort. And yet, something below the surface, something brewing since the moment you met lies hidden beneath it all.

It's wanting.

It's passion.

It's volatile and bright and loud. It wants to tear at you both until you're shreds of being. It wants to eat you both up and spit you out when you're sated with love and desire. It wants to put you into an ethereal state of being where you can only survive off the other.

And somehow, you're both so comfortable with this volatile proposition that it sits palatable on both of your tongues like an unspoken language.

It's when Jeongguk's eyes flit to the petals of your lips that you find your breath all too short and stuck within your throat.

"Hey Wednesday," he whispers, softly threading his fingers into the hairs at the nape of your neck.

"Yeah, nerd kid?" you murmur, letting your eyes flit to his lips.

"C'mere, sweetheart," Guk breathes, tugging you sweetly towards him.

"Wait, Gukkie… I don't know…" you gasp nervously, still moving ever closer.

"C'mon, Wednesday. What harm could it do?" the escort jeers, gently gliding his thumb over your lower lip, "You're my "girlfriend", aren't you?"

Everything in your body screams at you to pull away from his embrace and run away but there's something so hypnotizing about the way his lips move that it feels wrong to deny him of whatever he asks for.

"Just one kiss?" you inquire, allowing him to press his forehead to yours.

"Maybe more, if I'm feeling generous," he quips, leaning in closer.

You can feel the gentle heat of his breath fanning past your cheeks now. His breathing is shorter and ragged as if his excitement is overwhelming him entirely.

You don't know this and Jeongguk doesn't know if he would ever say it out loud but god, he's craved this. He wants this more than any-goddamn-thing in such a long time that it's overtaking him.

It's churning his organs to mulch and making his brain liquify into something gelatinous.

He smells of cedarwood and clementines, something that arouses your senses with hopes of smelling it for many a moon to come.

"Yeah, fuck it," Jeongguk whispers, pressing his lips to yours.

You're shocked stiff at first, not knowing how to respond. You haven't kissed in years, you haven't felt in years. But it's all too easy with this man.

You sigh longingly against him, finally finding the courage to kiss him back.

His lips move softly against yours, letting you dip your toes into the water before dragging you out to the middle of the sea.

Your lips are so soft and so expressive that Guk wants nothing more than to fling his seat back and take you in this expensive car. He can feel all the sadness and all the nervousness bleeding from your kiss but he can feel the excitement too. The escort feels like he can understand every emotion you've ever had with this one simple kiss and it's flooring him.

When you're at your most comfortable, you whimper against him.

The sound is voraciously loud within the silent car and Jeongguk can only groan in response. The noise reverberates through you, leaving the marrow of your bones tingling for more.

"Get over here," he hisses, placing both his hands on your hips and tugging you across the middle console until you're in his lap.

"Guk!" you gasp, pressing both of your hands to his shoulders to steady yourself.

"Attagirl," the escort murmurs, drifting his lips across your jaw sweetly, "God, you drive me crazy."

"In a good way?" you inquire, closing your eyes to relish in the feeling.

"Look at me," he orders, hooking his hand around the back of your neck. The cold chill of his rings sends a shiver over your skin and your eyes snap open to look down at the escort as he pants with wanting, "It's always in a good way with you. You hear me? Even if you don't believe it yourself, I believe it enough for the both of us."

Your heart flutters at the sincerity of his words, it pumps gorgeously fast at the weight they carry.

"Sh-Should we go?" you inquire, clumsily pointing your thumb back at the road.

"No," Jeongguk whispers, tugging you back down to him, "just give me a little while longer with you."

And who are you to deny him?

Finally after your lips were raw and your lungs were out of breath, you continued on your way to his grandmother's mansion.

Now standing just before the large foyer, you can't believe a place bigger than your own home exists.

It's gorgeous if you're being honest but you wouldn't dare utter a word with Jeongguk nervously hooking his arm around your shoulders by your side.

Not even the teenage-like, giddy make out session you had a little while ago can satiate him now.

The only thing he has is you by his side and he prays that you don't leave it for a second. You're his comfort blanket here, you're his protector.

And by God, you will fulfill it.

"Are you ready?" you ask, fixing his tie.

His eyes falter from the beautiful entrance way to you and his pupils shake with uncertainty. "Can't we just… go back and kiss some more?"

You press your hand to his chest with a small smile. "Maybe lat-"

"Jeon Jeongguk!"

All of his muscles clench at the sound and suddenly the sweet arm around your shoulders feels like dead weight.

"Oh no… please… please, I'm not ready!" he gasps to himself.

"Hello?! Jeongguk?!"

You peek over his shoulder to see a woman approaching at a rapid pace. Her hair is in banana curls, pinned on both sides like she's going to send her husband off to World War Two. Her makeup is flawless and her outfit… Well, it certainly accentuates her bust appropriately.

"Hello?!" she hollers, slapping the back of his shoulder with a grimace.

Turning towards her now, she simply blinks at the sight of you.

You know this is Chloe before Jeongguk can even utter anything and you've already decided that you simply don't like her.

You don't like how nervous she's made him and you certainly don't like how she tries to command herself in one's presence.

Raising an eyebrow at her, you look down at your gloved hands.

Suddenly, she's forgotten all about the handsome escort by your side and is now solely staring at you.

"H-Hey, Chloe," Guk breathes, clearing his throat.

She gives him a small, insincere smile before focusing back on you.

"Who's this Jeongguk?" Chloe inquires, crossing one demure ankle in front of the other.

"Y/N, his girlfriend. And you are?" you reply, looking up from your gloves with dead eyes.

Suddenly, you can feel the flames of anger coiling in your gut like you're some sort of wild animal. It's fun to watch her eyes widen in bewilderment.

Jeongguk calls you Wednesday but you're feeling more like Elvira at the moment.

"Excuse me? Jeongguk hasn't told you about me!?" she guffaws, sliding her ringed hand over her shoulder.

You aren't fazed by the giant rock on her hand, nor are you impressed with her little ugly show.

Just because the escort at your side can pull emotions out of you doesn't mean anyone else will. Certainly least of all this woman who just about ruined and abused him.

"No," you deadpan, sliding your hand over Guk's chest, "who is she Gukkie?"

You can feel how fast his heart is beating but when you press the tip of your index finger to his jaw and forcibly turn his head, suddenly he's calmer at the sight of you.

"My ex, Chloe," he breathes, eyes searching your face for any emotion.

"Oh. The boring one. I see," you sigh, tilting your head and looking her up and down.

She scoffs loudly, rolling her eyes. "Excuse me!?"

Jeongguk takes great comfort in how you immediately protect him, he keeps his eyes on you and he's pretty sure Chloe can glean all of the emotions boring from his irises to your face.

"So who is she then?! An escort?! Some woman you pay to get you-"

"I'm the CEO of a wine company," you interrupt.

"Y/N is an amazing businesswoman," Guk breathes, pushing a few strands of loose hair behind your ear.

"Oh really?" Chloe grinds out through her teeth.

You're surprised she isn't stomping her foot on the ground, in all honesty.

"Do you think you'll impress his grandmother?! Hmm? With your out of season clothes and your Birkin that's--"

"This is next season," you interrupt once more, moving away from Jeongguk to slide your hands down your dress, "Alessandro Michele, the head fashion designer of Gucci, is a client of my business and always sends me new releases to wear."

Guk presses his lips into a straight line, trying and failing to hide the proud smirk that's spreading onto his face.

"If anything is out of season it might just be that Balenciaga you're wearing. I saw it last season in Paris at fashion week. It didn't scream couture but with a price tag of four thousand it's affordable, I guess."

If Chloe was a robot she would be short circuiting and simply shutting down at your words.

"What?!" she screeches, stomping her foot.

There it is.

"My Birkin is another story but it's a boring one," you sigh dramatically, lifting the bag, "I don't feel like telling the tale of the creative director flying the bag out to me personally to thank me for funding one of their projects. It's just boring, really."

Jeongguk's ex is thoroughly shell shocked and you're surprised that she hasn't caught a fly in her mouth with how wide open it is.

"Anything else? If not, I'm feeling peckish. Talking about money makes me hungry. If you have any other questions, you can refer to Google. My net worth sparkles on the website when you look it up."

Guk chuckles deeply, pressing his lips to your temple. "I hope Winston is treating you well."

"It's Hamish!" Chloe snaps, crossing her arms.

"Sounds boring," you surmise, "I thought you had good taste, Guk. I'm disappointed."

Chloe scoffs again, narrowing her eyes at him menacingly.

"I do have good taste, angel. I have you," he breathes, putting his hand to your back.

"Chloe, I would say it's been a pleasure but I've gotten nothing out of our conversation besides a headache," you frown, lifting your hand in the air and waving it disdainfully, "What'd you say her family did?"

Jeongguk looks over at you with a smile. "They made the tin can or some shit."

"We made flasks! Flasks!"

"Fascinating," you deadpan, turning on your heel.

"Goodbye, Chloe," you chirp, holding out your hand.

Guk takes it immediately and when the screech of anger breaches past his ears, he feels as if he's floating on air.

"Can I say I love you yet or should I wait?" he jeers, opening the door for you.

"She's fucking boring, what'd you even like about her?" you scoff, widening your eyes at him.

"I honestly can't even remember," he breathes, stepping into the foyer with you.

While Chloe was a cakewalk for you, his grandmother will not be so and you will have to steel your nerves for the next meeting.

"You're incredible, by the way, Wednesday," the escort whispers in your ear.

"Oh, I think it's you that has to see that about yourself," you reply, accepting the gentle kiss he leaves on your lips.

Even still your work isn't done because now it's time to meet the woman of the house. And for that you are truly nervous.

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[l1tw1ck]

The Deep End

You convince Aether to join the Abyss

FTM!Aether x Top!AbyssHerald!Reader

Series: Size Differences | Kinktober

Contains: Non-Con, Size Difference, Corruption/Mind Break, Belly Bulge, Virginity Loss (Blood)

Words: 736 | Reader Discretion is Advised

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"Lumine!" Aether yells, watching as his twin leaves through a portal.

"I'll take care of him, princess." You say, blocking Aether from entering the portal.

"Please! I need to see her!" Aether pleads.

"You will when you decide to join the Abyss Order." You reply.

"But the Abyss Order is evil!"

"Then I'll make you want to join us." You push Aether to the floor and rip his clothes off.

"Hey!" Aether tries to fight back. You turn him around and create hydro cuffs around Aether's wrists, preventing him from moving his hands. You flip them over onto their stomach and lift their ass up.

You finger Aether and play around with his dicklit, effectively making them wet. Even though it was against their will.

"Please stop!" They thrash around desperately.

You ignore him and pull your dick out. You put your hand on Aether's waist, you could crush him if you squeezed hard enough.

You push your dick into Aether's wet pussy, completely ignoring their desperate movements of protest. "You're so tight...fuck, are you a virgin?" You bite your lip. You push further in, forcing yourself through his hymen and causing him to bleed.

Aether screams, tears falling down. "St- stop!" They can't handle the stretch nor your size.

"Don't worry my future prince. Soon you'll be begging for more." You begin moving, both hands practically enveloping his waist.

Future prince? Aether couldn't imagine that at all. They could never think of themself as someone who would become a part of the Abyss Order, let alone become their prince.

"Mm-" You thrust into Aether at the perfect pace, slowly unraveling them into a pile of pure pleasure.

"Please.." Tears fall from Aether's eyes. He doesn't want to give in.

"Don't cry." You turn Aether's head to look at you. "Just let it happen, you'll feel better." You let go of him and fuck him harder.

Aether cries harder, moaning like a whore while he begs you to stop.

"You like it, don't you?" You smirk, spanking them.

"Nn- no~!" Aether sobs, clenching around your thick cock. Their body continues to betray them, it's begging for more while they're praying you stop.

"You're not good at hiding it." You laugh at him, your voice making Aether shiver. "You can admit it, you like getting fucked by me, Aether."

"I do- don't~! St- stop~! Aah~!" He keeps resisting even though deep down, he wants more.

You pull his braid, forcing his head up from the ground and away from his puddle of tears. "You must have a lot of pride, blondie, most stop pretending at this point."

"M' nnh- not pr- pretend~ pretending~!"

You pull Aether to your chest by his hair, your head resting on his shoulder. "I doubt it." Your free hand touches their exposed stomach, a clear bulge poking through. "See how full you are? You're so small but everything fits, it's like you were made for me."

Aether moans, feeling even more of you in this new position. You hold his small waist in your hand and slam into them harder, one particular thrust has them coming with a loud cry. "Fuh~ fuck~!" Their walls spasm around your dick, an intense feeling of pleasure running through their veins.

"Enjoying yourself now?" You smirk, groaning at how good he feels.

Aether gives up on resisting and nods. "I- I like it~"

"Like what?" You tease.

"Li- like geh- getting fuh~ fucked~ by yo- you~" They moan like a slut. "So- so good~ lik- like it so~ much~"

"Yeah? You like getting stretched open by me?" You release their hands from your hydro cuffs, clearly no reason for them anymore.

"Ye- yes~! Co- cock~ soo big~!" He rolls his eyes back, grinning stupidly and pressing down on his stomach. "Wa- wanna be yo- your prince~! Wan- wanna be fuc- fucked ev- uhh~ everyday~!"

"Whatever you wish, your highness." You keep your movements steady as you reach your peak, thick globs of cum filling Aether whole and in turn making him orgasm. You stop and give your prince the chance to breathe.

Aether twitches in your hold, looking down as your cum drifts down your shaft and mixes with their blood, creating a thick pinkish fluid. They feel their stomach getting inflated by your spend. "So full.." They murmur.

"You're royalty now." Your hand envelops his, a soft blush growing on the smaller male's cheeks.

[nomizombie]

König’s first CNY 🧧🥢🎊

boyfriend!König x afab?GN!reader

[SFW/Fluff/Wholesome] ; basically celebrating lny/cny with ur boyfriend, könig (very self indulgent haha), i guess this one is aimed towards people with female bodies? … since the reader wears a qipao, but if you wanna wear one and you have a male body thats okay too! :)), no usage of pronouns, no y/n

[A/N] ; 新年快乐 (xīn nián kuài lè) to my fellow chinese/singaporeans/anyone else celebrating!! Just got my ang paos from my extended family. Ahh I think my back is gonna break from the amount of bowing i had to do tho…

He had never seen so many people wearing red at the same time. Red floral qipaos, red bows, red shirts, and of course… red envelopes.

That morning, you handed him one too, although you arent technically aren't supposed to.

He accepted it, a puzzled look in his eyes as he opened it and expected a letter of some kind. Instead, a couple euros laid within.

“Lieb, what is this?” He asked, very very confused.

“It's an ang bao, silly.” you laughed.

He stared at it again, even more confused. Perplexed eyes roaming all over the package.

“An, ang… bao?” He struggled to pronounce it, german accent and all.

“For chinese new year.” You happily smiled at him while he clutched the bright red envelope in between his massive fingers.

“You give me… money?” He asked again, worried you thought he was in need.

“You really dont have to i have enough schatzi-“

“No, no, no! Its a tradition!” You giggled, “every CNY you give away red packets to kids and other adults!”

He blinked at you.

“So you give me money for…?”

“Just take it!” You pressed the envelope against him.

He smiled at you.

“Chinese new year is awesome.” He laughed.

Later that day, as the two of you were getting dressed to visit your relatives, he stumbled into your room looking for his watch. Thats when he found you staring at yourself in the mirror, donning a scarlet qipao.

He couldve sworn his jaw dropped.

You turned around, red, fitting since its chinese new year.

“König! Youre done already?”

He continued staring at you, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“You look… really good.” Is all he could manage. How was he supposed to put your beauty into words?

You stared up at him as you tugged at the sides of the floral garment nervously.

“Thanks.” You said, eyes dropping to the floor in embarrassment.

He smiled at your bashfulness. He had seen you wear dresses a million times at this point but for some reason, a qipao was different.

Once the two of you arrived at your relatives home, he was immediately bombarded with a tsunami of aunts and uncles fawning over him. Labelling him as your “tall boy”.

While he was left in a encircling swarm of relatives pinching at his cheeks and asking him questions that were much too personal, you were free to eat as much of the feast without any ‘thats too much’ remarks. Also free to pray to the shrine in the corner without some stingy uncle saying your ‘qipao was too short’.

You would have to cuddle him for a few hours at least as an apology. His limit is 2 people for a maximum of half an hour.

When he finally broke free from the crowd of relatives, he found you curled up on the couch watching a lion dance performance on TV. He playfully slapped your shoulder, clearly feeling betrayed after you abandoned him.

“Sorry.” You cheekily grinned at him. You were full of delicious food and he was drained of all his energy. Eh, he’d live.

“Can we go home now..?” He said meekly, voice raspy from all the answering he had done. More words said in one hour than he had ever said in a year.

You rubbed his head as he dropped it into the crook of your neck.

“Sure. Just let me get one more bite of the roast duck and then-“

He stopped you, pressing a finger to your lips.

“I swear I will die here, schatz. If we dont leave now, I might go insane.” He hissed at you.

You laughed. He was always so dramatic. Either way, he would have to get used to it. You planned on bringing him to every gathering from now on.

“新年快乐, König.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, snickering.

新年快乐 = xīn nián kuài lè ("happy chinese new year")

oh god my back still hurts from all the bowing 😭😭 ang paos make the pain worth it tho :33

[yourfriendly-neighborhoodfangirl]

Rainy day with Deku

It was cold in the dorm halls as you made your way over to your boyfriends room, blanket over you head and wrapped tightly around your body. Knocking on the door softly you waited as you listened to Izuku get out of his chair and make his way to the door opening it.

“Hey hon!” He say cheerfully before pulling you in for a hug. Taking in his warmth and smiling before pulling back to greet him yourself.

“Hey zuku!” You said while removing yourself from his embrace and making your way into his room and making a beeline for his bed. After flopping down face first on the all might bed spread you let out a content sigh your whole body being enveloped by his scent.

You hear izuku chuckling as he closes the door, looking over you smile seeing his own.

“Did you just come to be with me or did you wanna cuddle and watch a movie?” He asked making his way to you and sitting next to you rubbing small circles on your back.

“I won’t turn down cuddles if you’re offering but I’m gonna need some snacks and maybe a coffee.” He nods and stands before waiting for you to turn and walk to the kitchen with him. Getting up and grabbing his hand you make your way downstairs.

As you make your mocha izuku gets the snacks. He stops for a moment watching you peacefully make your coffee in one of his many all might shirts you stole from him months ago and a pair of fleece sleep pants humming to a song he doesn’t know. Smiling to himself he pulls out his phone and takes a photo, his heart swelling from the simple domesticity of the moment thinking how he wants to be just like this with you for the rest of his days.

“You know, I love you so much” he says putting the snacks down and making his way over to you. You turn and smile a tad confused.

“I know that and I love you just as much, but where did that come from so suddenly?” You ask as he puts both hands on your waist.

“I was just admiring you for a moment and I couldn’t help how happy just seeing you in my clothes doing the simple things made me. It makes me realize I want to experience the rest of my life with you” he says kissing your forehead after finishing. You close your eyes heart so full from the love he shows you.

“Well I do have to say forever with you sounds good to me” you say before getting up on your toes and giving him a kiss. After backing away he kisses your forehead again before grabbing the snacks and readying for your day in together

[ivory-lamps]

A03: First Drink of the Evening

Characters: Daniel & Yodaka Location: Hama Summary: Yodaka makes a mocktail for the protagonist. They understand why they were brought to the Ten Nights’ Dream bar after hearing what Daniel says. Proofreader: Shay

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ📍 Location: Ten Nights’ Dreams Bar

Momiji / Kaede: (Wow… what refined mixing skills. He has a serious expression on his face which brings out his good looks… I can’t take my eyes off him.)

Yodaka: And a slice of orange to finish – Thank you for waiting.

Momiji / Kaede: Thank you!

The blue and orange gradient is very pretty. The bar’s lights reflect off of it, leaving golden sparkles – it looks just like the ocean.

Yodaka: I made this juice cocktail with you in mind.

Momiji / Kaede: Huh?

Yodaka: Your eyes are full of energy, just like fruit loved by the sun – a calm feeling emits from your entire body and envelopes everything.

I shall call this juice cocktail “The Ocean’s Gold Coin”. I hope it’ll enrich and moisten your insides. Here you are.

Momiji / Kaede: ……!

(I couldn’t help but go red…)

Thank you… Oh… it’s delicious…!

Daniel: Right? Yodaka’s the real thing. Well, just turn a blind eye to his natural seduction.

Don’tcha think it would be amazing if we could drink this every day at HAMA House?

Momiji / Kaede: ……

(I didn’t understand why he brought me specifically to this bar but…)

So that’s the reason.

Daniel: That’s the reason.

Yodaka: That’s what?

Daniel: Alright, explain it to him. For the sake of our rich home-bar life.

Momiji / Kaede: We don’t need your impure motives. …Yodaka-san, please take a look at this.

Yodaka: What’s this…?

What a shame. That’s one hefty file for a love letter.

Momiji / Kaede: A–A love letter…

Yodaka: Sorry. I tend to have an occupational disease that causes me to be loose-lipped. Putting the jokes aside… This looks like some sort of proposal.

Momiji / Kaede: Yes. Please allow me to give you a proper explanation.

Yodaka: …I understand now. In other words, the Hama Tours company is coming up with package tours in order to maintain special tourist wards within Hama.

You’re searching for 18 ward mayors to be in charge of those wards. And you’ve already found 14.

Momiji / Kaede: Yes, that’s correct.

Yodaka: You decided that people who are skilled in providing relaxed hospitality to travellers would be desirable for the Night Group, and have created conditions that they must “own a store” and “have roots in the region”.

Momiji / Kaede: Yes. Those are the conditions the president has come up with.

Yodaka: You decided to pay Flower Laundry a visit, a store you have friendly relations with, but ended up unable to meet Nagi. Then, you chose to select me, who works at the bar Danny frequents. I see.

Momiji / Kaede: I’m sure you’re taken aback by the sudden proposal. I’m also fully aware it’s rude that it seems like we brought the proposal to you as an extra thing following Flower Laundry. But…

I was certain the moment I tasted the cocktail earlier.

The Ten Nights’ Dream bar is the perfect place to provide alcohol and the type of hospitality that will heal the souls drawn by travelling as well as the physical body.

Yodaka: ……

Momiji / Kaede: If you would please read through the documents and take your time to give us an answe–

Daniel: How stiff can you get? My shoulder’s stiffening just by listening to ya.

Yo, Yodaka – this is ward no. 17. You wanna be the mayor of this ward?

Yodaka: I don’t mind.

Momiji / Kaede: Wha–

Yun Yun: WHAAAAAAT!?

Momiji / Kaede: Y–Yun Yun-san…!?

(It looks like he’s even more shocked to see that Yodaka-san had just casually agreed to it.)

Yun Yun: No, wait. You can’t just suddenly ask him to do that… You just can’t!

Yodaka: What’s wrong? Did you want to do it with me?

Yun Yun: No, that’s not the point…

Daniel: That’s surprising. You’re the one who said you could spread your wings when the owner’s not around – I thought you’d be sending him off with a party.

Momiji / Kaede: (That’s the sort of vibes Yun Yun-san gives off, huh…)

Yun Yun: …There are a lotta people who come to this bar to chat with you.

You’ll get so busy working as the ward mayor you probably won’t have time to tend to the bar, right?

Momiji / Kaede: Oh, it’s our goal to have him provide hospitality to the guests here at the bar, so his work as the bar’s owner will take precedence.

I’ll take responsibility in ensuring he doesn’t take on too much work. Please rest assured.

Yodaka: You hear that?

Yun Yun: ……

Yodaka: Both Danny and Nagi are my close friends. I’ll be happy to take on their request.

…Oh, we still don’t know if Nagi will agree to being a ward mayor, though.

Momiji / Kaede: Come to think of it, you spoke of him like you two share a close relationship. You know him from way back?

Yodaka: I didn’t explain. He visits the bar once a week to deliver the flowers in that vase over there.

Momiji / Kaede: I see!

……

(Um, I didn’t get the time to react but… Yodaka-san, he said yes to being a ward mayor, right…? Which means…)

He signed the contract…!?

Daniel: That’s what it means.

Yodaka: I’m Yodaka Natsume. It’s nice to formally meet you.

Momiji / Kaede: L–Likewise! Hooray!

Daniel: You’re way too excited. Your entire face is red. …Well, I guess our work for today is over.

Momiji / Kaede: I didn’t think you’d agree so quickly…! I’m sorry for making a fuss!

But I’m really happy. Thank you so much!

Yun Yun: ……

Yodaka: ……

It’s okay. I won’t cause any trouble for you.

Yun Yun: …Geez, that’s not what I’m worried about. What’re you saying?

I know, let’s celebrate today! All drinks will be on Hiroshi!

Daniel: Say what?

Yun Yun: We’ve got some rare Japanese whiskey that came in the other day. You prefer whiskey, right? So how about it? Should I set the bottle aside for you?

Daniel: Ohh~ That one’s aged 25 years from Kurosu! How much is it gonna be?

Yun Yun: Don’t be like that~ Come on, just buy out the whole bottle~

Daniel: You’re telling me to buy it out without giving me the price?

Momiji / Kaede: (Putting Daniel-san going off topic aside, that’s one ward mayor confirmed for now… Maybe this is a good sign. If only we could get the next ward mayor to say yes this quickly too…)

Yodaka: It seems those two are having a good time by themselves, so why don’t we do the same with some chatting?

Momiji / Kaede: Sure, what would you like to talk about?

Yodaka: You’re honest – how cute. Alright, what sorts of topics do you prefer?

Momiji / Kaede: Umm, then… would you happen to know where Nagi might frequent? Like, you’ve seen him here or there.

You’ve only seen him when he’s delivering flowers here so it might be a long shot but… I figured I might ask just in case.

Yodaka: Oh, that’s nice. You sound like a detective. And a detective always has a specific bar they visit for information.

Then, I suppose I’ll provide you with some information like a real bar owner would.

Momiji / Kaede: So you might have some ideas…?

Yodaka: Unfortunately, knowing his current location would be more difficult than trying to find a lost bird. After all, he’s the man who crossed the pacific ocean just to get to the convenience store.

Momiji / Kaede: T–The pacific ocean!?

Yodaka: It seems he’s favoured by a mischievous god. Maybe he was born that way.

Momiji / Kaede: (C–Come to think of it, the store’s pet robot also mentioned that he’s a “trouble magnet”... He was also stuck underneath his motorbike the last time I met him…)

Yodaka: By the way, I know the perfect place for people who are searching for someone. Thanks to some twist of fate, it’s also located in ward no. 15, which doesn’t have a ward mayor at the moment. Would I be of help if I told you about that place?

Momiji / Kaede: Oh… Please give me the details!

Yodaka: Of course, if that’s what you wish, Detective.

The customer that frequents that place… Well, let’s call him Morio Kinniku… this is a story I heard from him.

At the dead of night one evening, Mr. Kinniku was on his way from work, rushing home with a bag in one hand.

As he approaches the quiet street, a rather odd manor comes into view. He walks closer to it, wondering how there could be such a manor here, but just as he does, he senses there is something hiding in the shadows of the building.

Timidly, he takes a look and that’s when he sees “it”.

It turns around, aware that it’s been noticed. The “One-Eye” notices Mr. Kinniku… Lightly turns around and disappears into the night.

The name of that manor is…

“Angel Eye”.

Did you know that, apparently, there is something that bears a single eye inside of an angel?

Maybe that’s what he saw.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ📍 Location: Divination Manor – Angel Eye

Momiji / Kaede: So, this is Angel Eye. I didn’t know but it’s apparently a pretty well-known manor in the fortune-telling industry. Even Mr. Kinniku is a regular here…

Daniel: Hmm… It’s a big building but also seems pretty old.

Momiji / Kaede: You think so? I disagree, though.

(Um, the entrance is… over here.)

(We got lost on the way and it’s now evening, though. They’re still open, right?)

Man in white: Over here, I’ve spotted them!

Surround them! Don’t let them get away!

Daniel: ……

Momiji / Kaede: Huh…!?

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[uncannylaw]

Uncharted Waters

This randomly popped into my head and I decided to experiment with it, so…….

Fontaine x black! Fem reader smut, pegging, handjob, bit of praise kink, Minors DNI!!!

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This was definitely new for the both of you. Neither of you could say how this idea came to be but it happened. Here sitting on the edge of the bed, naked except for his socks, was Fontaine.

You stood about a foot in front of him with a strap attached to your hips. It wasn’t that big, compared to him at least, but it definitely had some girth to it. Fontaine stared blankly at the prosthetic piece.

“You know you don’t have to right?” It didn’t need to be said out loud, he already knew but he took it in stride.

“Wanna see what all the hype about,” you didn’t down play his curiosity, in fact you welcomed it. You wanted him to feel comfortable so you embraced the idea he had ten fold.

“Lie back f’me then,” it was a quick and easy command, he followed with a tad bit hesitation. “I’m gonna lube this up so it doesn’t hurt.” He nodded and waited for you to get through.

Taking the lube you added a conspicuous amount to the strap, spreading his legs a bit further you added some to his hole. He was tense.

“Gotta relax otherwise this won’t work.” He willed his body to do as you said. With this you slowly pushed a finger in. His hips twitched but didn’t move past that. He was tight.

Spending time opening him up you noticed his tip starting to leak. Leaning down you slowly enveloped the head in your mouth. His breath hitched, hips thrusting up slowly to try and get you to take him further.

Your mouth and fingers worked him up, it was cute. But you didn’t push much further otherwise the fun would be spoiled. With that thought you stopped everything. He smacked his teeth out of annoyance.

“You gon do it or no,” he had an attitude problem but that could be fixed later. You understood that he was also excited despite his face not showing it.

Putting your nerves to rest it was time for the real action. Getting between his thighs you settled into place. Pushing his thigh up and back a bit for more room. The tip of the strap pressed against his hole. You took one more look, seeing no protest, you pushed in.

Watching the strap sink into him was an out of body experience. Despite it being his first time he took it well. You sunk as deep as the strap allowed. His face contorted a bit before his mouth opened with a groan. Grills shinning in the lamp light.

You waited for him to adjust and then set the pace. It was slow, but it didn’t need to be fast. Not when the strap hit deep, pressing against his walls. Not when the tip of the strap brushed against his prostate, not when he let out deep whines, hips jolting upwards to feel more.

The pace was perfect. His tip leaked like no other. The vein’s bulging, begging to be touched, and so you did. You wrapped your hand around his dick. The amount of pre-cum he leaked was enough to make things easy but it wasn’t enough for you. You opened your mouth and let a string of spit slide down his tip.

The stroke of your hand matching the pace of your hips. “So pretty like this taine,” he groaned. His hands coming up to cover his face. “Don’t hide from me pretty boy, let me see you.”

He let his arms fall to the side, not exactly knowing where to put them. You felt him throb at being called pretty. You hummed, he was your pretty boy and you made sure to tell him.

“Fuck-“ he was a goner, you could feel it the more you stroked him, he was about to blow. You leaned over him, a sound similar to a whimper spilling from his lips. You smiled, you were happy he was feeling good.

With a firm press of your hips to his he came. A deep moan falling from his lips. You leaned back and looked at him. His body a bit sweaty from all the twitching and bucking he did. Mouth wide open taking lung fulls of air. Dick limp against his lower stomach where the cum pooled.

Yeah he was fucked good. Slowly you removed the strap from him, taking everything off and tossing it to the side. Crawling back between his thighs you slowly stuck your tongue out, licking up the cum and cleaning the tip.

He pushed your head away with a grunt, you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Did it meet your expectations?” He flipped you off and you full out laughed. He smacked his teeth before flipping you both over, you could feel him getting hard against your thigh. He had a lazy smirk on his face, one you wanted to wipe off but let him be.

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I’m gonna end it there bc it was getting too long. The next fic I put out will be longer than this one (maybe). But I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

[greenapplespider]

Blood In Moderation: Jeffery (character study)

Other short stories, plots, and character bio’s in the series: x , x , x , x, x, x

Dark themes; warnings include gore, child abuse, murder, trafficking, and animal death

The ripping, squelching, sound of bone being torn from it’s sinew and muscle echoed between ancient trees- the only sound in an otherwise silent forest. As oversized canines sunk back into still flesh.

Wasn’t enough, never enough. No matter how much he ate, how much he drank- until his emaciated torso would bulge painfully; sloshing, nauseatingly, as he moved. It wasn’t enough.

Naked, pale, skin stained with the burgundy build up of old blood. Mottling his sickly body with faux bruising. The dark stains matched his stringy, matted, hair. Perhaps a man at one point but perhaps a monster for longer. His thoughts were jumbled and stilted, incapable of much beyond perusing what seemed to be an unending need to eat and drink.

To find something- anything- that could make him feel full. He couldn’t put it into words- that eloquence a distant memory- but he knew if he could just find the right thing to eat, to tear into, to drink dry; it would make him feel better, so he could think again. Because he had something to do- something important- but he couldn’t remember, couldn’t think anymore.

Incapable of being able to even vaguely conceptualize what it ‘was’, the promise he had made to himself and a pretty face, framed in blonde; it would slip away every time he woke. He was left with nothing but the most base form of anxiety; the bone feeling at his core that he needed to do something.

A scream echoed off the trees, somewhere far away. He pushed away from the carcass and stood, absently fingering the puncture wound in his stomach where one of the things antlers had stabbed him. He cocked his head, listening. The sound- that scream, it was something new- something that maybe- his heart was pounding.

And there it was, what a smell, his mouth watered like a dying man’s despite all that he had just eaten. He almost collapsed, that sweet smell; his legs shaking in anticipation as he snapped forward- the atmosphere crackling around him in static.

Oh my, he could hear the earth singing to him, urging him forwards- lightening crackling beneath his skin- towards heightened, panicked voices and the several loud bangs that followed.

Undeterred, even though a distant part of him knew such bangs spelled pain and potential death even for a thing like him. Spurred on, ever closer, by the small, high pitched, cry’s that promised to finally sate him.

A resounding crack of flesh against flesh arresting the sweat sobs, breaking the spell and giving him pause. He slowed his gate, stalking closer.

"Did you have to kill the woman?” Huffed an annoyed voice.

"Sorry- only meant to kill the husband, but she charged us- and well-" answered the other, sheepishly. “She’s still warm if you wanna-"

"Fuckin’ nasty ass-" the other yelled over the snickering now filling the clearing.

“It’s alright- besides the girls old enough, and I didn’t hit her that hard- she’ll be alright in an hour or so. We’ll get a good price too." The man said as he knelt down to start fiddling through the pockets of a still body.

Green, cat-like, eyes watched unseen from the tree line. The silence of the forest ringing through the clearing, causing one of the men to stiffen, looking over his shoulder. "Let’s hurry it up." He snapped at his partner.

They rummaged quickly through the campsite. A palpable unease enveloped the area, making the air heavy- he could hear the up tick in their heartbeats as the seconds dragged by. They may not have seen him yet but even the dullest prey knew on some level when they were being watched.

It didn’t take long for an opportunity to present itself. When both men had their backs turned to him he jolted forward, already close enough to touch- and touch he did. He placed a shocking touch to the closest man’s back- unable to make a sound, body seizing- before it could hit the ground he already had his hands on the other man’s arm; wrenching and twisting until he felt bones snap underneath skin.

Sweet screams once again echoed through the clearing, just as shrill but deeper then before. The screams turned to gasping cry’s and whimpers as he bit into the man’s neck; sounds growing softer the longer and longer he drank. The body in his arms went limp and- there it was- he couldn’t help the moan that escaped his bloodied lips as he pulled back, looking down at unseeing, glassy, eyes.

Movement to his side drew his attention; the other man, body still wracked with shivers, had been trying to pull himself away from the gruesome display. The man was saying something- begging maybe, his mind supplied- as fat, ugly, tears rolled down dirty cheeks.

He stalked over to the other, relishing in the way the man’s voice quivered. The man was trying to reach for something- short metal stick- gun. He grabbed one of the man’s ankles pulling him away from the weapon and forcing him onto his back. He straddled the man’s waist, pinning him to the forest floor. Sluggish hands had the audacity to try and push him away.

A barking laugh escaped his mouth as he leaned forward, wrenching the man’s head to the side, exposing a strained neck; he sunk his teeth into the struggling flesh before him. Ah fuck- Jeffery thought to himself as he drew mouthful after mouthful of blood into himself.

The body underneath him eventually stilling, but it didn’t matter he finally had it. He could feel himself teetering on the edge of something- just need a little bit more.

Jeffery pulled back, staring up at the branches above him. He could hear the ebb and flow of everything again- it was so beautiful. Loud and horrible and too much, but- the crack of a stick boomed off silent trees.

Jeffery snapped his head in the direction of the offending noise, making eye contact with a small figure who was attempting to back away. He stood off the corpse below him, turning fully to face the girl. Perfect.

He hadn’t even realized he’d moved, teeth already sinking into supple flesh- small hands weakly pounding at his head and neck. Taking in the first mouthful- it had to have been the best thing he’d ever tasted. Sweet and vibrant, virgin- blonde, a stray lock of the girls hair was in his face- blonde.

Jeffery ripped himself away, gasping, as he pushed the girl; she fell to the ground several feet away, bleeding and weakly sobbing. He brought a hand to his mouth, staggering, he backed away from the girl, tripping over the corpse behind him. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck- fuck. He couldn’t rip his eyes away, he’d almost- fuck- she didn’t even look 13.

The girls cry’s grew hoarser and the bleeding wouldn’t stop. Jeffery needed too, he had too, but he’d almost just- shit. He made his clumsy, shaking, hands grasp down at the clothing that the body underneath him wore, tearing off a long strip. He made to get up and approach the girl, stopping as he noticed his state of undress; he swallowed down his embarrassment and forced himself get up and walk towards the girl.

She stared at him with watery, unfocused, eyes as he knelt down next to her. He reached out as she tried to flinch away from him. "S- sorry-," he stuttered out, voice long unused. "So s-sorry." He pressed the cloth to her neck as firm as his shaking hands would allow. She looked at him with fear and confusion.

Hospital- girl needs a hospital. But Jeffery didn’t even know where they were or how long it had even been since- he shook his head, that was something to figure out later. Torca had a big hospital- perhaps if they were close enough he could teleport the girl.

"Is- does Torca city still exist?" He rasped at the girl. "Big hospital?" He tried to smile but could feel the blood drying on his face, he must look terrifying. The girl’s confusion was starting to over take her fear, or perhaps she was becoming delirious.

"Torch city?" She asked staring up at him, dumbly, voice barely audible . "I live there, with my- mom and dad-" tears returned to the girls eyes as she glanced over at the women, face down in the dirt.

Oh- he followed the girls gaze to the woman and the man’s who’s pockets had been gone through- was that what he had interrupted? "How close?" He asked, looking back down at the girl.

"Two hour drive." She said, eyes starting to droop. Whatever that meant.

Jeffery clenched his jaw, well- here’s hoping Torca city was still where he remembered it and that they hadn’t moved the hospital. He brought a flare of static to his hands; the cloth falling away without his pressure. Touching each of his finger, on both hands, to their respective thumbs. Focusing the magic in and around him he touched the girl gently sending her away to that hopeful destination.

The forest floor rushed up to meet his face as he slouched forward. His nose bleeding as everything started to fade out- perhaps Torca was a little further then he had thought. Adrien would have to wait.