#but the horniness knows no bounds i fear

[ughgoaway]

thinking about mattys hands/fingers and just... so many things surrounding them. obviously encouraged by @nowshesdoingitallthetime to write this as kirke is the little devil on my shoulder telling me to be a whore on tumblr.com

(mediocre smutty thoughts below the cut as usual <3)

(also not proofread as usual lol <3)

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it starts with him fucking you in public, maybe in a changing room. I'm thinking at the beach.

the day starts blissfully, you're on a group holiday and decide to all go to the beach for a cute picnic. however, you're feeling evil. so unbeknownst to matty, you decide to wear your tiniest bikini. A pretty white number with frills and a little bow sitting between your tits. flimsy ties keep the whole thing on your body, and they are practically begging to be untied.

you wear a cover-up on the way to the beach, of course. but as soon as you get there, and Matty's is sitting on the towel below you, you strip off. You can immediately see his eyes shifting over your body even behind the dark sunglasses he's wearing.

his tongue darts out to wet his lips as you watch him drag his eyes up and down, checking you out shamlessly around his friends. you clock his hands tensing, fighting the urge to grab you and drag you back to the villa. but he knows he can't do that yet, so he does the next best thing to ensure he gets his hands on you.

"Sit down for me darling, gotta make sure you're properly covered, yeah?" he holds up the bottle of suncream and shakes it, offering you a cheeky smile as he does.

Well... who are you to say no? so you quite happily sit between his legs, letting your boyfriend get every inch of your skin covered. and perhaps you moan a bit louder than necessary, but it just feels so good.

you feel mattys hands freeze as you let out a particular sigh he knows too well. it's the very the same sound you make as he finally pushes his whole length into you. the same noise you make with that content smile on your face and every inch of him buried inside you.

his fingers are itching to slide down and untie the poor excuse for a bikini top. he has visions of groping you in front of everyone, letting them all listen to the pretty whimpers you make when he runs his calloused finger tips over your nipples. he thinks of the needy moans that rip out of your chest when he tweaks them, pulling at them meanly and then kissing away the pain. his mind runs wild as he envisions the breathless groans you make as he marks up your tits, holding one with his hand as he assaults the others with his mouth.

but, before he can think too hard, you're saying, "Thanks! <3" and pecking him on the cheek, running off into the sea and shooting him a quick wink as you run away. Once again, your "bikini" not leaving much for the imagination.

so obviously, within 5 minutes, he's in the ocean with you. and another 5 later, you've separated from the group and are sharing desperate kisses far away. matty groans as you shove your tongue in his mouth, desperately lapping and moaning as the taste of salty seawater fills your mouth. every kiss is perfectly needy and sticky, fuelling the fire growing inside you both.

matty is groping you below the water, grasping handfuls of your skin and teasing the bows that hold your bottoms up. As his hand slides gradually lower, you can't help but pull away with a gasp, studying the spit that strings between your kiss bitten lips.

"changing room. now." matty demands, already tugging you to shore.

it only takes a further 10 minutes for his shorts to be around his ankles and your bottoms thrown haphazardly somewhere in the small cubicle. matty is fucking you from behind, wet skin slapping against each other as he jackhammers his hips into you.

with every thrust he burrows himself impossibly deeper, hitting that spot that always makes stars dance across your vision. and you know you should be quiet, considering you're in public and all. but fucking hell, how can you as he pumps in and out of you? surely you cant be expected to be silent as his fingers slide down to rub at your clit whilst the others pull down the cups of your bikini top to play with your tits.

"such pretty tits, fuck wish I could see them. barely covered by that fucking top. you knew it would rile me up, yeah? wanted to get fucked in public like a slut." matty leans forward as he whispers in your ears, grinding himself further inside your desperate cunt. Shallowly thrusting and smirking at every one of the needy moans falling from your lips.

"You gonna be quiet for me, baby? or am I gonna have to gag you with my fingers?" his threat sounded more like a request, and after one more too loud moan from you, he was sticking his fingers in your mouth.

matty can't help but groan as he feels your tongue wrapping around his fingers, teasing them as they sit in your mouth. every moan you make is muffled by his digits, you have to bite them to stop yourself screaming as he fucks you at a brutal pace.

eventually, you're still too loud. and matty pushes his fingers deeper, moaning as he feels your throat constricting around them. "That's it, cmon baby just gotta take a little more. if you can't take my fingers down your throat how are you gonna take my cock, hmm? You've gotta clean me up after this, my dirty girl."

you can't help but cry out at his words, a weak promise muffled from behind his fingers. the sound of your desperation only fuels matty further. his fingers pushing deeper as his thrusts speed up, and you can tell he's close.

"there we go, fucking choke on my fingers. good girl. so good f'me" he grunts, pounding you relentlessly. you tighten your walls around him, smirking around his fingers when you feel his thrusts stutter.

"oh shit- that's it. such a good slut. fuck m'gonna cum. where do you want me?" matty throws his head back in bliss, rocking his hips as he feels your desperate cunt pulling him back in over and over again.

"insidhwhebmeh" you try to speak, but his fingers burrowed deep in your throat make you incomprehensible. matty pulls his fingers out, dragging his spit soaked digits down your lips and dropping them to grip around your throat.

"say it again for me baby, couldn't hear you over you choking on my fucking fingers." matty is fighting to hold himself together, holding off until he knows you're going to cum with him.

"inside me, please. wanna feel your cum dripping down my legs all day. fuck- cum with me please" you beg, your jaw dropping as you feel yourself nearing the edge faster and faster.

"shit- okay baby. that's it, cum for me. Good fucking girl" you finish immediately at his words, almost as if you just needed his permission before the rubber band inside you snapped.

matty fucks you through your orgasm, watching in awe as your whole body shakes, "That's it. keep cumming. god, you're so hot. holy shit."

the feeling of you pulsating around him was too much, and with a grunt matty finishes, burying himself as deep as he can inside you and filling you with his cum.

After a few weak thrusts, he pulls out. sighing heavily and leaning against the thin plastic wall behind him. his eyes flutter closed as he tries to catch his breath, but they're soon ripped back open by the feeling of you lapping at his half hard cock.

"gonna clean you up now, like I promised" you say with a sickly sweet smile, lapping at his cock and licking off the mixture of your relases, moaning as the musky taste overtakes your senses.

maybe he cums again in your mouth, or perhaps he pulls you up by your hair and shoves his tongue in your mouth to taste the mixture of you both.

anyway... yeah <3

returning to the group is a little awkward, your half limp and the satiated smile on mattys face tell them all they need to know. but after a light jab from George about your whereabouts, everyone lets it go.

that's until they're banging on the wall of your room in the villa and begging you both to stop fucking just for 5 minutes.

oopsie! <3

[robot-roadtrip-rants]

when you think about it combining thousands of supersoldiers literally incapable of fear with a strictly atheist, rational regime was a colossally stupid decision, and not for the reasons you're thinking of

y'know those cheesy old horror movies where the protagonists are spectacularly stupid? like, they find a spoopy book bound in suspicious leather and go, "haha lets read from this WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG" and twenty minutes later they're being chased by demon minotaurs or something. and the whole time you're screaming "NO YOU FUCKING MORONS WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT WAIT WHY ARE YOU GETTING UNDRESSED NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO HAVE SEX" and then the demon minotaurs kill them while they're having loud passionate sex because god forbid horny teenagers should ever have fun. ok so hear me out, astartes and primarchs in the pre-heresy are the same as the dumbass teenagers, except for the sex-having part (i think they T-pose at each other instead)

think about it. THEY KNOW NO FEAR. they're missing one of the key instincts we possess for recognizing dangerous situations. most people who find a spoopy book bound in suspicious leather are gonna be, y'know, spooped spooked. they won't want anything to do with it. the more anxious/scared will straight up leave. but astartes literally can't get spooked! they might burn the book for being xenos filth or something but beyond that there's nothing to balance out natural curiosity and/or lust for war trophies.

and this combines really badly with the imperium's rationalism! see, even if you don't fear the spoopy book, superstition/religion/fairy tales/etc. still provide a powerful incentive to stay away from it. you're gonna look at it and go, wow, that book looks satanic, messing with it might summon demon minotaurs, i should stay away. but the imperium actively discourages that line of thought! there's no way the spoopy book can do any harm, it's just a spoopy looking book! in fact, you SHOULD read the spoopy book just to demonstrate how not-superstitious you are!

yeah so this is why fulgrim walks into a creepy temple full of ritual snake orgy and thinks, hmm that snazzy sword the snake guys are obsessively fucking around would make a nice trophy. or why it never occurs to magnus that making deals with the fair folk might be dangerous territory.

[jyoongim]

Hi there,

OMG I LOVE YOUR WRITING!

If requests are still open I was thinking of an idea. I was kinda inspired by the scene in Hazbin Hotel where Val is squinting at the tv and saying “who the f$&@ is that?”

But my idea is instead it’s Vox seeing Alastor escorting the reader around town, having coffee etc. so Vox sees an opportunity to get to Alastor by abducting the reader and broadcasting it to the hotel that they have her/him. Of course Al gets pissed seeing then hurt the reader and saves them.

Doesn’t have to be romantic, maybe more that Alastor considers then a rare friend and is very protective.

Anyway, let me know what you think.

Thank you!!

warnings: fem!reader kidnapping, attempted SA, Vox being a piece of shit, platonic friendship

“WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?” Vox growled as he stared at his many monitors.

 What had caught his eye was that fucker Alastor.

But oh the red demon wasn’t alone, no, hanging on the arm of the Radio Demon was a pretty doe.

You smiled as you chatted to the demon, eyes sparkling before pouting at whatever he had told you.

You leaned your head on his shoulder happily as the two of you walked down the street. 

Valentino took a puff from his cigar, smirking ”Ooh ooo seems like Alastor got himself a pretty lady while he was gone”

Vox had caught sight of you multiple times. Ever since Alastor came back, you were always by Alastor’s side, not once had he seen you alone.

He watched as Alastor took you to multiple places; cafes, shopping, showing you around Pentagram City.

You must have been something real special if the Radio Demon kept you around.

It would be ashamed if Alastor’s little pet went missing now wouldn’t it……

You groaned as you came to. You blinked,  clearing the haze from your sight as you gathered your senses.

You went to move, but found yourself bound and gagged. 

Your eyes widened how the fuck did this happen?

The last thing you remembered was leaving the hotel to buy a few things and being grabbed from behind.

You shivered. Looking down, you saw that you were dressed in rather provocative clothing. You looked around, there were cameras, monitors, and horny demons in the room all set on you.

You started to hyperventilate as tears welled in your eyes, where were you? 

“Aaahh there she is” a voice purred, a cold hand grabbed your chin,making you come face to face with Vox.

Your tears dried up immediately as your brow quirked at him

”now you might be confused dear but don’t fret, I’m not gonna hurt you too bad. Just need to get my point across. How will Alastor feel seeing his little pet ruined” he chuckled darkly.

You growled at him through the gag. 

He sat on a chair and grinned into the monitor

”This is a message to that old timer prick!” The monitor flashed your bound body, wriggling around as multiple demons started the touch you.

”I’ve got your pretty pet, oh don’t worry Ill send her back to you…but i fear she wont be quite the same” Vox laughed.

Charlie and the gang watched in shocked. Why the hell would Vox take you?

A dark aura filled the room as static buzzed loudly. 

“Well it seems I am needed elsewhere” the red demon grinned, smile tense and menacing.

Alastor disappeared in the depths of his shadows.

You panted as you were surrounded by demons. Your face was bruised and blood dripped from your mouth from being striked.

Your gag had been removed by a demon attempting to use your mouth and you had chomped his dick off, resulting in a harsh slap.

”I say we fuck her til she bleeds or even better dead” a demon growled.

You hissed and before one could make a grab at you, the lights blinked.

Dark misty shadows filled the room and you smiled as a voice growled from them.

”Now thats no way to treat a lady”

Alastor.

The demons tried to rush him, but his tentacles shot out and ripped every single one of them apart.

He stalked towards Vox and you had never seen Alastor so enraged.

He had the monitor glitching as he beat him to a pulp.

He powered him down and made his way over to you.

Taking you into his arms, he cooed to you “Oooh my dear I do apologize for the horrid display, i hope you were too uncomfortable”

He materialized your clothing to be more conservative and walked you out of the Vs’ building. 

“Thank you Al” you whispered burying your face in his chest

He chuckled “Ooh anything for you my dear”

Let’s just say, Alastor accompanied you anywhere you went after that.

[dior-and-dietcoke]

" BONTENS WHORE "

MIKEY, SANZU, KAKUCHO, TAKEOMI,RINDOU, RAN, KOKO

18+, DUBCON, bondage, sex toys, double fingering, fingersucking, degradation, exhibition, slapping, marking, MDNI

You suddenly woke up in a familiar place, but definitely not the place where you fell asleep. Your sight was blurry, it was cold..so fucking cold. and you couldn't feel your limbs, you blinked your eyes three times and saw a little more clear, you saw that your thighs are bound tight in a thick rope. "H-huh..?"

you mumbled still really groggy "you finally fuckin' woke up, damn!" a familiar voice complained. You immediately realized what was happening right now..you are being punished for your little fuck up last night. "We almost thought you were dead" another familiar voice ringed in your ears. You were supposed to seduce another gang leader, but you ended up beating him to death for talking shit about Mikey

The problem about that was that Mikey wanted to make out a deal with said gang leader. Your head shot up to see all of bonten, even the less important people that you didn't know. "Surely you know what's happening right now '' Kakucho stood up from one of the crates where bonten stored their weapons. You slowly nodded looking up at the man that was in front of you. As you looked up, you noticed your arms were tied up to a wooden pillar with the same type of rope that was around both of your thighs.

And as your mind started to clear up, you realized why it was so cold, not just because you are in a basement in the middle of winter. no, you were just in the underwear that you fell asleep in, and the worst part..fear should be kicking in. But the ropes are just the right amount of tight, and the burn in your arms was the cherry on top. You already felt your clit throb, this is so embarrassing.

You just hoped that no one noticed the blush that painted your face and the tears that started to well up in your eyes from the humiliation. You looked down to not let them see your lewd face, making them think that you just regret your Lil fuck up and are ashamed. "Answer." Kaku spoke up like a strict dad when you didn't answer. "Y-yes. I know.." your thighs tried to push against each other but the ropes just felt tighter when you fought against them, you accidentally let a little whimper fall from your lipgloss-stained lips. You just hoped to fucking god that they didn't hear your disgusting and lewd weep, but they did.

The haitani's and sanzu tried to write it off as a small cry, but takeomi, Koko, and kakucho just thought they didn't hear you right. But one thing all of the people in the basement could agree on was that you looked way too erotic for your own good. The way your tits fought against the restraints was so tempting. It made rin and ran especially horny. They are crazy into bondage.

And obviously, everyone in this room wanted to fuck the vixen of bonten at some point maybe even every time they just think about you, but the executives seemed to want to fuck you the most, they always tried to make a move on you but you never understood their shitty pick-up lines. You heard someone walk towards you, and you already knew who it was. His energy gave it away.

"Look up." Mikey demanded. The others didn't really care that you didn't look up at them, but it started to infuriate sanzu when Mikey started talking to you, and you still didn't look up. "You fuckin' dare to refuse to listen to your boss's orders not once but fucking twice?!" Sanzu stomped over to you "who the fuck do you think you are? You're just bonten's little who-"

his hand gripped your hair to make you look at Mikey, but he wasn't prepared for that erotic expression on your face. No one really was. Even Mikey's eyes widened a bit. "H-huh?" Koko stumbled over his words, and your face was so priceless. You had little tears in your eyes and drool dripping from your lips. They just waited for Mikey to say something because god knows they didn't know what the fuck to say. But suddenly Mikey crouched down to grip your pretty face "you like being tied up don't you?.."

his dead fish-like eyes stared into your shiny ones. "n-no!" Rindou and ran's cocks were Rock hard when they were told by Mikey to tie you up but now they were throbbing. seeing you fight more against the restraints on your body will leave pretty marks after this. but it got even worse after Mikey abruptly slapped you and you just...moaned? "Wha.." Koko started and felt his cock harden at that erotic moan. But he wasn't the only one, oh no-no. Every one of them was Rock hard and ready to just rip your panties off and mess that pretty cunt up.

Kakucho looked at Mikey and then back at you, completely confused if what he just heard was his imagination, but by the looks of his co-workers... He wasn't imagining it. Mikey's eyes were shot wide open, looking at your tear, glistening eyes filled with so much Hunger for more that he just had to give you what you were asking for. "Aahh!~" so he slapped you once again, eyes still shot wide open like a deer in headlights, wanting to see every single reaction from you.

"F-fuck.." takeomi mumbled under his breath and thanked God for his long and big coat that Covers his raging erection. The brothers had to fight the strong urge to just have their way with you, but they knew that they would be killed on the spot if they did that. So they just bit their lips till they would be bruised and rindou gripped the metal cart in front of him.

"You're just a cheap whore..ain't that right?" Mikey just glared at you, his cold glare made your pussy throb and clench. Mikey moved his dead, dark blue orbs to sanzu allowing him to tilt your head back by your hair and making you choke on another cute moan of yours before Haru shoved his gun into your mouth. And if you weren't wet before, you sure are flooding now. Sanzu was just as excited as you are though, his cock was aching just to be touched by you..

he was just better at hiding it. Well.if you ignore the pretty pink coloring his pretty features, the sweat coating his temples and forehead, and the obvious bulge in his tight, lilac dress pants. Mikey stood up, looking down at you. "Since you have a hard time taking orders.." his hand went to the rope that held your upper body up and squeezed your tits so perfectly. He pulled it, making you let out another angelic mewl. "They are going to teach you a lesson now..you hear me?"

You hesitated for just a second and Mikey already smacked you again "you fucking answer when I ask you something." His dark eyes stared deep into the depths of your tar Black soul, Mikey's gaze always Made you feel something and now you finally knew what that Feeling was, you weren't scared, you were hopelessly horny for evil and powerful men. Mikey turned around walking in the direction of some crates to sit on and looked at his men before mumbling "go have fun with her." None of the men even dared to hesitate walking over to your pretty, quivering form. Sanzu stared down into your eyes before watching little tears drip down your hot cheeks, he licked his teeth and took his gun out of your mouth with some of your saliva still dripping from his gun. "Messy whore.." he chuckled, pulling your hair tighter. All of a sudden you felt someone run their fingers over your hard nipple "nghh!" You looked down and to your surprise, it was kakucho. He always seemed so sweet and innocent to you..well..as innocent as can be as a Gangster.

"Slut.." he whispered before he ripped your bra completely off and stared at your tits for just a few seconds before he continued to take your pillowy tits in his big and cold hands, sweet Kaku groaned when he started to Massage them

"a-aah! P-please-" your begs made takes cock twitch and leak more of its transparent fluids into his pants. But his eyes stayed stoic and serious even though his face was a flushed pink. Koko got on the other side of you and squished both of your cheeks together and he then placed his thumb on your bottom lip. "You probably know what to do with that filthy mouth of yours, right?" A wicked grin formed on his features as you started suckling on his thumb. "Fuck, you really are a slut" sanzu groaned gripping your hair tighter. Your pussy throbbed when you saw Koko's and sanzu's bulges next to your face, it was all too much for you when Kaku licked your nipple and proceeded to suck on them as if he was trying to get milk out of them. The brothers got behind you and suddenly their pretty, vein decorated hands ran up and down your thighs, as they whispered dirty stuff they wanna do to you in your ear

"gonna Split that pretty pussy open on my cock, ya would like that, hm?" Rindou breathed against your ear in his sexy husky voice. "Gonna spread you out and torture that greedy pussy all night..maybe well even keep those pretty ropes around your body..so you ran run from it~" Ran whispered against your neck before biting down on it "a-ahh- n-no more! Mhh!" Your whines turned them on even more, so protesting against their touches was useless. The brothers chuckled at your pathetic attempt to escape their intoxicating touches and scents. They ran their hands down your inner thigh and snapped your panties off with their switchblades making you yelp out loud and moan even louder when you felt both of the brother's fingers tease different parts of your pussy. Rin was playing with your throbbing clit and ran was running his index finger up and down your leaking slit.

"So fucking wet…" he chuckled and licked his lips. Those three words were enough to make the men go crazy. Kakucho all of a sudden bit down on your nipple, Koko shoved his middle and Index finger down your throat and rin slid his finger from your clit to your hole "fuck..she's fucking dripping.." rindou groaned against your ear and bit the shell. "AHH! N-NO!" you moaned

but in reality, you loved it. You wanted more, you loved the way their touches felt so needy and how Mikey and takeomi just watched his their cocks obviously rock hard. "Your pussy's tellin' us somethin' different, sweetheart~" Ran purred with mockery laced in his tone, even they knew that you loved it. Sanzu ran his gun from your cheek to your clit, crouching down with the haitani's. "Look at me." He ordered, and you didn't even think about disobeying him so you gulped and looked into his sky blue eyes through his snow-white lashes

"you know that the gun is loaded right, bitch?" He grinned, biting his bottom lip at your terrified but absolutely horny expression. While you were busy getting lost in the overwhelming feelings the haitani's shoved their fingers inside you at the same time. "MNHH!" you cried around Koko's slender fingers. They didn't even let you adjust before finger fucking you at different speeds "tight fucking pussy..thought it was already loose by how much cock you take on a daily Basis." Rindou spat, biting down hard on your neck leading to you whining even more on Koko's fingers fucking your throat. Sanzu smacked his gun against your clit and the haitani's felt your pussy clench on their Fingers,

they bit their lips once again to not moan at the tightness of your pussy. Mikey saw as your eyes rolled back into your head and your pussy dripped more fluids onto the floor, creating a little pool of your slick "get away from her." He suddenly spoke up and the men got away from your trembling body and watched tears flood down your cheeks and listen to your delicious whines for more as you lost the orgasm that has been building up for the past hour. Mikey stepped forward, standing in front of you again "look up." He demanded. You lifted your head and looked up at the silver-haired man standing in front of you. Mikey could have gasped at how pretty fucked up you already looked but he knew better than letting you know how bad he wanted to fuck you. Mikey Held his hand open and some men you haven't noticed were there before gave him a pink and rubbery looking thing.

"I found this in your room." It was your vibrator! Your eyes widened in shock and felt even more embarrassed that Mikey and the other men knew that you play with yourself. Mikey leaned down, spread your pussy lips, and shoved the toy agonizingly slow inside of you.

"You're gonna learn to obey me." He rasped before turning the toy on to the highest setting. Your angelic yet pornographic moans and cried immediately invaded the men's ears. Mikey looked back at all the men and motioned for them to come back to you. They all stood in a circle around you, and without any warning, Mikey pulled his sweatpants down just enough for his dick to jump out and slap you in the face. His slim hand took a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back so your lips were on his leaking tip. "Suck it and I'll think about letting you cum." The pressure you felt in your abdomen was getting harder and harder to ignore. It just hurt so much that you were always so close but it was never close enough for you to reach your high.

And frankly Mikey's cock looked way too good and tasty to pass up. You licked up from his heavy balls up to his tip to then suck the salty precum that was leaking from his slit, god he tasted good, the Feeling of Mikey's cock in your mouth made the Feeling in your cunt only worse but you couldn't stop yourself, you had such bad self-control. Mikey looked down at you with his white hair coating his light pink cheeks. You suddenly heard groans from beside and behind you, they were fisting their cocks to the sight of you sucking someone else's cock, their boss's cock at that. They looked so needy watching your every move as sweat dripped from their faces. Mikey, without any warnings, shoved his cock down your throat and then proceeded to fuck it with some pretty groans escaping his lips.

"Mnggh!" You moaned around his cock, almost triggering his Release. But he pulled out before he could cum down your throat and came all over your pretty face instead. The other men didn't last long either. They All spurted their cum in thick white and sticky ropes on your body, you coughed and looked up at Mikey with doe eyes, practically begging him to let you cum.

He pulled his pants up as the other men did the same, and he started to walk to the exit door. "I don't think you've learned your lesson yet..you'll stay here till tomorrow morning." His cruel words hurt but not as bad as the ache in your pussy that was begging for Release. The other men followed but the haitani's stayed for a second behind to kiss your cheek "see ya tomorrow morning', dolly."

[mannaima]

My Best Friend Joel (part three)

Sorry for making you all wait so long! I decided this is the second to last installment in the best friend series, the last one being much longer as it’s gonna cover a longer timeline. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy it!!!!

(part 1) (part 2)

Summary: Joel decides to hide the fact you’re pregnant, until he can’t anymore.

Word count: 2.5K (yes short i know)

Warnings: NSFW (p in v), dub-con turned consensual, breeding, joel being a scumbag, pregnancy, babytrapping(????)(small) mentions of vomit, manipulation, happy endings tho.

Joel didn’t get much sleep that night. Not like he did anyways, but his thoughts tonight were clouded with ideas of what to do about this predicament. But one thought made him shiver with guilt.

He wanted to leave.

Joel felt immense guilt with the thought, sure, he knew he was far from a good man, but even that was a low for him. But his stomach swelled in pain at the thought of another child, he couldn’t even think of children ever since Sarah. But the act was already done, there was no denying that you would be pregnant, although there's a chance you might, he had to think of the worst here. He tossed and turned, trying not to wake you, but he clenched his eyes at every possible way of this working out. You were none the wiser, sleeping so soundly, as if your body wasn’t currently in the stage of making the new child you two shared. Joel sighed, and as the morning sun crept through the windows, he had only one thought on his mind.

He just wasn’t gonna tell you.

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You woke up, eyes adjusting to the room filled with light, and your best friend held you in his large arms. You noticed he was already awake, eyes half shut in tiredness, and he had bags under his eyes. You tilted your head.

“Good morning Joel!” You were excited, he only glanced at you, not even a usual smirk. “Are you okay? Did you get any sleep?” You were much quieter, fearing he wasn’t in a good mood.

“Morning, sugar, I slept fine.” Lie. “Just a little tired.” Lie. Lie. Lie.

“Oh, okay.” You snuggled closer to him, head resting against his warm body, he seemed to tense around you a little. Internally, you felt the awkwardness. You were hurt, but you kept quiet.

“Do you want me to make you breakfast?” You gave him a small smile, and he glanced at you before staring at the wall once more.

“That’d be nice.” Blunt answer, but a much better answer than ‘no’. You giggled and pushed the blankets back, sitting up and climbing over Joel, making sure not to accidentally crush his arms with your knees. You stood up, and immediately felt a feeling of something droop out of your pussy. Confused, you stood still, but then the memories of last night flooded back, which made you grin a little. You walked to the kitchen, unaware of how Joel stared at you, your pretty ass out on display, only a cute pair of panties covering your lower half. Aided with morning wood, Joel’s cock became incredibly hard, despite his brain shunning him for still feeling horny knowing he knocked you up.

“Do ya want french toast?” He looked at your face now, eyes moving up from your ass. You looked so pretty in nothing but a shirt. Joel nodded. You turned back around to fix the breakfast. 

Joel felt so conflicted, on one hand, it was bound to happen eventually, he was going to meet another woman, the right one this time. Though it was a new kid, it would never replace Sarah, and the child wasn’t meant to. On the other hand, he felt immense fear that something would happen to the child. This world was no place for youth, the child would never be normal growing up in a world like this, but what choice did he have? The baby was gonna come regardless, would he rather the child to a loving mother and father, or to a single mother out on the streets.

He had to deal with it.

He stood up, wearing nothing but boxers, making him shiver at the cold air. He walked over to you, and wrapped his hands around your body, his back hunched over so he could rest his head on your shoulder. His cock was pressed up against your back, but he didn’t care, he just wanted to feel your warm body.

“Oh Joel…” There was a hint of sadness in your voice, but he had no clue why. Despite his brain begging him to ask you what’s wrong, he just buried his face in your neck, giving you small kisses.

You felt his cock, it made your lower regions warm up, fluttering almost. You continued to make the batter and heat up the stove, Joel clinging to you tightly. His hardness not going down, you felt distracted, accidentally spilling a small amount of batter. You kept apologizing but Joel just rubbed your hips with his rough hands, you jumped at his cold hands against your cold skin as he reached under your shirt.

“You cold baby?” His hands rubbed around your stomach before slowly leading up to your breasts, where he squeezed them tightly. You whimpered and stuttered before nodding your head, to which he began pinching your nipples.

“I think I’m hungry for something else right now, sweetie.” Joel began to kiss your neck, his tongue licking up it slowly, you let out a soft moan, making him smirk upon your skin. 

“D-Do you wanna have… S-Sex?”

“I think I made it pretty clear I do.”

“R-Right. Sorry.” You felt stupid for asking, wondering if it made you look stupid to him. He either didn’t care or was too horny to care, because he kept rubbing his cock against your back while kissing your neck, the breakfast long forgotten at this point. You arched your back at his touch, feeling so sensitive from the night before, your pussy fluttering at his hands. He finally removed his hands from your chest and brought them down to your lower half, his fingers poking under the fabric in order to pull them down, and he slowly brought them down. You felt the cold air, but he didn’t wait much longer before wrapping an arm around your body while also pushing your front half against the counter, making you bend over for him. You gasped at the sudden movement, but it was short-lived as his cock was now rubbing against your entrance.

“W-wait Joel-” A loud moan escaped your lips as his cock was now pushing through, your only source of lube was his cum from the night before and the small amount of wetness you had. You weren’t at all prepared for him, but he didn’t care and kept pushing.

“J-Joel. Hurts-” He kept pushing, making you groan out in pain, his hand coming up to your lips.

“Shhhh.” No words of reassurance, just shushing you to make you stop whimpering in pain. You couldn’t help it though, your walls were being stretched to their limit by his fat cock, and he wasn’t even inside you all the way yet. You kept trying to squirm out of his hold, but his grip on you was too strong, and he finally pushed you against his body, his entire cock inside you now. You groaned out, loudly, making him pull his cock back, and slam into you once more. The kindness he showed you last night was no more, as he continued to mercilessly ram inside you. You felt your face heat up as your lower half experienced immense pain, you didn’t know what to do. He just felt so much bigger than before, maybe you were doing something wrong? It hurt the first time too, but he stopped a while for you to get used to it, but he just kept abusing your hole.

“Joel please.” You pleaded for him to slow down, and he did, for a second. He slipped his cock out of you and turned you around, now facing him. Your back was pushed against the counter as he lifted you there, bottom half hanging off. You got a few seconds of relief before his cock was pushed back into you, head leaning back as you whimpered. His hands held on to your hips as he fucked you again and again. Joel forced your legs to wrap around his waist, effectively allowing him to thrust into you better. You felt the pain slowly go away, but far too slow for your liking. Joel’s groans mixed with your moans of pain and slight pleasure, his hands rubbing against your warm skin, eyes fixated on your body.

You got a good look at him in the sunlight peeking through the curtains, now able to see his body. Peppered hair covered his chest, not too much hair though. His body was definitely toned, especially for his age, and his chest glistened with small amounts of sweat. His face stared down at you with an incredible amount of enamoration, eyes boring into yours, his mouth parted slightly to let out breaths. You looked down his body to see the way his cock disappeared into your cunt, it was arousing to say the least. The mess of hair that covered right above his cock and the way his happy trail led down from his belly button. You couldn’t get enough of his body, and it seems he felt the same about you.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, angel.” He said, deep voiced slightly strained as he continued to fuck you.

“You too J-” You were cut off by the movement of his hands around your ankles. He lifted your legs up and positioned them on his shoulders, allowing him much deeper access in your pussy. Your breathy moans pushed him over the edge, he couldn’t get enough of the way your bare breasts bounced around, or the look you gave with your eyebrows arched in pleasure, lips wet with saliva as you gave into the pleasure. He couldn’t handle it anymore, his head reeling back as he gave a few more sloppy thrusts and groaned, cumming inside of you. You felt the warm cum seep inside you, Joel letting out small ‘fuck’s and ‘goddamn’s. After about twenty seconds of pure bliss on Joel’s end, he finally pulled out of you, cock soft now, and a large clump of his cum dripping out of you. Joel quickly plunged his middle and ring finger inside you, pushing the cum back inside you. He fingered you, his hand pushing the hair away from your forehead and kissing it, making you smile through the pleasure of his fingers. He smiled back.

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You had stayed with Joel, your relationship was never really defined, but it was safe to say you two were a couple. Joel would obviously leave to go to work, which is something you were accustomed to. But Joel left you the privilege of leaving the apartment whenever you wanted, but you preferred when Joel was by your side. You spent the days watching the people, reading books, and even drawing pictures while Joel was away.

When Joel came back, you both liked to do “adult stuff.”

He fucked you every day after work or before you both slept. He couldn’t get enough of you, every time he saw you, he had this uncontrollable urge to just fuck the shit out of you.

And every single time, he came inside you.

He felt guilty, of course, but not guilty enough to tell you what happens when a man cums inside a woman. No, he figured he could delay it until there were physical changes, he liked you this way. It was sick of him, he knew he was a bastard for what he was doing, but he liked seeing your fucked out face while cum drooled out of your pussy. He liked you not knowing that you were going to be carrying his babies, of course he’d tell you when you’d eventually noticed the weight gain, lack of period, and giant stomach. But Joel wanted to see how long you could stay oblivious.

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“Joel, do I look… Fatter to you?” There you stood, in front of the mirror, wearing nothing but a pair of panties. You had turned to the side and were staring at your stomach.

“What do ya’ mean?” Joel knew exactly what you meant.

“I just look… More round. Just my stomach though.” You felt around your stomach, squeezing it a little.

“But it’s not soft like fat. It’s kind of hard?” You knocked on it jokingly, giggling slightly.

“I don’t see a difference, baby.” It was easy for him to lie, he avoided your eye contact though. 

“Oh well, I’m probably just seeing things.” You went on your tippy toes and puckered out your lips, signaling him to kiss you, which he did.

He watched you walk into the kitchen, still topless, and pull out some rations. He couldn’t help but notice how big your breasts have gotten, wondering how you didn’t notice. He wanted to suck on them, hoping milk would come out already. Fantasizing about your body, you quickly snapped him out of his little world as he noticed you running to the sink.

“Oh fuck-” You had little time before you started vomiting in the sink, coughing in between gags. Fuck. Joel’s mind raced, this was getting too far, he had to tell you. You let out the contents in your stomach while Joel just watched, but his dumb brain finally realized he should be helping you. Scrambling to run to you, he held your hair back as you continued. He reassured you that you were fine, that it was just some morning sickness. As you finally felt better and washed your mouth and the sink, Joel felt a small amount of guilt now that he saw your sick face. Fuck. He had to tell you now.

“Darling there's something we need to talk about. Come with me.” He led you to the bedroom and sat you next to him, hand gripping yours tightly.

“What is it Joel?” He sighed, and rubbed your hand with his fingers.

“Well. The reason your stomach is a bit bigger, and why you have some sickness is because. You’re pregnant. You’re gonna be a momma.” You stared at him, confusion plastered on your face, head slightly tilted.

“How?” Joel sighed again, now realizing you were gonna be upset with him.

“When we have sex. When a man cums inside a woman, the white stuff that comes out of me, it makes a baby when it mixes with your parts.” Your eyes widened a bit. You touched your stomach.

“So… You were making babies with me?” Joel nodded, half expecting you to hit or scream at him. But you just kept touching your small baby bump.

“So you mean. I’m gonna be a mommy? And, are you the daddy?” There was a small glimmer in your eyes as you started to grow a smile.

“Yes baby.” Joel gave you a small smile before being pushed down by you, face smushed up against his own. You kept giving him sloppy kisses, laughing in between smooches. Joel didn’t know you’d be this happy, he thought you’d be upset with unknowingly getting pregnant, but he let that thought linger as he kept his hands on your hips, kissing you back with a breathy laugh.

You two were going to be parents. 

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[sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast]

Watching a Scary movie with Getou

He gets off on hearing you scream and cry from how scary the movie is.

Warnings: dacryphillia, rough sex, fear kink, yall have sex on the couch

A/N: Nsfw, not proofread. It's a mess, but you will be too♡

"Please? I promise I won't get scared this time!" You asked, pleading with your big eyes, hands folded in front of your face. How could Suguru possibly deny you? He wouldn't. Even if he knew what would happen. With a sigh, he ran a hand down his face before nodding. Your squeals entered his ears as you jumped up and down, quickly attaching yourself to his body. Your breasts pushed up, and flush against his arm. You were killing him.

He patted you on the head before peeling you off him, moving to lounge lazily on the couch. Your cute-self bounding over, so happy your boyfriend agreed to watch this movie with you! You didn't know why he'd stopped all of a sudden, but that didn't matter now.

You put on the movie and got comfortable, snuggling close to his body. Eyes glued to the screen while he was glued to you. He could care less about the movie. Suguru knew you'd get scared. It was inevitable. Your little body curled in on itself, shivering from fear as you jumped. Clinging onto his arm as you screamed, sometimes sniffling if the scare was too bad and made you cry.

It never failed to make his dick strain against his pants.

This is why he had opted out of watching these movies with you. It always led to a masked boner he had to take care of in the bathroom afterward. But you had insisted, you'd have to deal with the consequences.

About ten minutes into the movie, the first scare happened. And you did exactly as he thought you would. Jumping an inch out of your skin, pressing your tits closer to his arm as you screamed. His cock twitched, hardening almost immediately at the sight. But you didn't notice. With one hand, he subtly rubbed at his member, hoping to ease the ache. And it helped, until it didn't. Another scare and another shaky movement from you, your breath wavering. Fuck.

"Here baby, sit in my lap. That should help." He spoke gently, betraying the horny thoughts currently clouding through his mind. You nodded, climbing onto his lap as you laid back against him. Did you feel his cock? He wondered, his arms snaking around your waist. If you did, you didn't comment on it. Too absorbed in your movie. That's okay.

....

"Sugu...ah, can't watch.." you moaned, your hands splayed on his thighs as he fucked up into you. His hair tickled your back as he rested his chin on your shoulder. "Watch for me, baby. I like hearing you scream. Turns me on so much-fuck." So you tried, your eyes bleary with tears as you focused on the TV. Another jumpscare made you flinch, pushing his cock deeper inside you. He groaned, continuing his movements. "Yeah baby, you scared? Mm-fuck, I can hear you crying. So fucking beautiful." He couldn't take it. Each shiver and sniffle brought him closer and closer to his release. His hands sought out your tits, grabbing them harshly as moaned against your ear.

"Please..please...can't, too much...s'too much. Sugu, oh fuck-ah!"

You screamed again, only this time it was from sharp teeth sinking into your neck. A low groan made by your ear as you felt him twitch, shooting ropes of his creamy cum inside you. Painting your walls white as he whimpered slightly. Fuck, he'd cum a lot. But then he started to move again, hissing from the sensitivity.

"You're still scared, right? Let me help you."

[cliffbar-booth]

FANTASIES PT.2 (rewritten!!!!11!)

ermm i reread the og second part and eugh i forgot how shit i was

warnings: daddy kink, risk of being seen, oral (male receiving), choking, sex overall, cockwarming, uhh that's about it? word count: 692

summary: patrick realizes what you were thinking about earlier and decides to act upon it with a "fuck it i'd bang her" mindset.

"..you were even biting your lip and everything."

I was so fucked.

"i'm.. i'm sorry?"

"just.. i dunno. c'mere." he made a gesture for me to come to his desk with two slender fingers.

i sat on the sofa, still, my eyebrows arched a little from confusion.

"i said, get the fuck over here cupcake. i don't have all day in this place." he snarled, leaning back in his seat, man-spreading. i got up, walking to his desk, standing in front of him.

"now, daddy's gonna need you to sit on his lap, can you do that, hun?"

my eyes widened, were we able to do this in the office?

"i-"

"shut the fuck up and sit on my damn lap. i know what you were thinking about, and you're hot enough to fuck, so just do as i say or i won't gouge your eyes out... okay princess?" he was a horny fuck, and i was a cute girl, there was bound to be some form of sex i guess, sooner or later.

from fear, i sat on his lap, hesitant. his hands roamed up my thighs, one hand slipping under my skirt and panties, rubbing against my folds. i'm a little ashamed to say that i was turned on, but he could already tell.

"mr bateman, i can er, explain-"

his free hand went around my throat, gripping it.

"not another word out of that pretty little mouth. i don't care, pumpkin."

i let out a somewhat breathy moan as his index finger went up my pussy, curling immediately. his grip grew tighter as he did so though.

"don't want Price (aka Bryce), McDermott, Van Patten, or even Luis to hear, do you?"

I shook my head.

"so keep quiet, pretty please.."

after he played with my pussy and having denied my orgasms for a while, he decided that it was enough torture for now. he moved me so i now faced him, unzipping his fly and adjusting his belt so he could free his dick. it was pretty fucking big, scary to imagine having that in me. it was angry red, already leaking with some precum. i swallowed thickly. he moved me a little so his hand was in my hair as he guided me down to his cock. i already knew what i would have to do, so i stuck my tongue out as he guided my head, licking up and down his shaft. i then put my tongue back into my mouth as he moved my head right above his cock, guiding it down as my lips wrapped around it. i reached around 1/2 to 3/4 of the way down his dick before gagging. it was huge. my head bobbed up and down, my hands touching, massaging, and stroking whatever my mouth couldn't reach.

as his seed spilled down my throat, i pulled away, gasping. he then picked me up with ease, lined me up with his now soaking cock, and lowered me on it rather quickly, causing me to yelp. his hand wrapped back around my throat, his grip as tight as my pussy. it was easy to fuck me now, since his dick was wet from a mixture of cum and saliva.

he began to pound into me, his dick going in and out, just like i imagined. i let out soft whimpers through his grasp, my eyes watering and my orgasm slowly building.

then, finally, the rope snapped just as his did and i trembled on his lap, seeing white. it was so relieving and amazing, even tearjerking, to know how much i needed that orgasm, and that i'd finally gotten it. just when i thought it was over, and that i'd go back to work, he turned me (after pulling out), so i sat facing away from him. he spun his chair a little so we faced his desk, and he began to work while still inside me. i squirmed, but he slapped the side of my ass.

"don't move."

we sat like this until it was time to head home, where we went our separate ways until the next day of work.

[h0rnyauth0r]

ok but morning thoughts: ghost tying you up and hate fucking you after you decide to betray the shadows and join him >>>>>

pls dni if you're under 16, thank you!

wc: 1500

tws: knives, hate fucking (barely), unprotected sex, fingering, clit play, rough sex, cumming inside, reader has a vagina and is referred to as a girl

he catches you trying to infiltrate and collect information from his side on a mission and gets very angry with you, but you’re 100% oblivious to this since you think nobody has seen you.

you’re on a rooftop slowly sneaking to an open window when he decides to make it known. your body flies into the window and onto the floor from him kicking you roughly, and you have no time to react when he shoves you down with a knife pressed against your throat.

“now what’s a pretty thing like you doing here?” he asks roughly, digging a knee into your back and using his knife-free hand to pull your wrists behind you.

you don’t know how to come up with an excuse, shaking in fear. “i-”

he slams your body down roughly, making you cough loudly. “you chose your side. this is the last chance you’ll have to change and help us.”

you know he’s about to kill you if you say the wrong thing, and that terrifies you. he’s angry because you chose graves and the americans over him, and you know the others feel hurt by it too.

you have no choice but to betray your friends who are apart of the shadows now. you know that what they’re doing is wrong, you should make it right.

“i’ll join you. please don’t kill me.” you struggle to say, frustrated tears filling your eyes as he finally moves the knife away from your neck.

i’m finally free, you think. but that thought is quickly proven to be the opposite as he grabs you and ties your wrists up with rope. fear is overwhelming you in the moment, but also something else as he quickly forces you up by your bound hands.

you’re brought into an abandoned room with no windows, just a chair in the center and a desk placed against one of the walls which causes your anxiety to jump through the roof. he places you there roughly, staring you down as you try to get comfortable.

he cracks his knuckles and grabs his knife from his pocket, lifting it to your throat. “you know what this room’s supposed to be used for?” he asks you in an angry tone, and you shake your head.

but you do know, it’s clearly a torture room and you want nothing more than to die now. “please don’t, sim-”

he cuts your words off. “do not call me that.” his voice is venomous as he speaks down to you, “you lost that privilege the moment you chose the shadows over us.”

the knife is now burning against your skin, leaving small lacerations due to the pressure. you can feel your heart beating out of your chest, and some filthy part of you feels more horny than you’ll ever admit.

“i had no choice!” you say loudly, and he shakes his head at you in disappointment. the knife is finally taken away again and he tucks it into his pocket, looking you up and down.

a loud sigh passes his masked mouth. “you did. you could’ve joined us. we would’ve protected you, i would have protected you.” he sounds almost hurt in the moment, and you’re surprised that he’s even speaking so much.

before any of this happened, he rarely ever spoke. “i’m sorry, ghost. i felt helpless in the moment. you have no idea how guilty i’ve felt. i never wanted to let anyone down… especially you.” you say quietly.

while working for only a short amount of time, you’d grown close to taskforce 141 and even the mexican special forces. graves told you nothing about the betrayal, which made you freeze up in the moment.

you feel ghost’s hand pull your chin up, his eyes looking into yours. he still looks angry, but his eyes show his pain. it makes you feel disgusting in the moment.

he grips your face, hand moving down to your throat and squeezing before he releases you and lets out an angry noise. you hardly have time to think before his mask is up past his lips and he’s kissing you roughly.

as his lips move against yours, he pulls your body up from the chair and grabs onto your waist roughly, hands groping at random places on your body and making a strong heat form in between your thighs.

your pants are discarded, his body pushing you against the desk as he pulls his mask back down and rubs his fingers against your clothed pussy. you let out soft moans of pleasure.

he pushes your panties aside and roughly inserts two of his fingers into your tight hole, curling his fingers and making your mouth fall open in pleasure.

your body leans against him as he moves his fingers quickly, the squelching of your pussy making both you and him hungry for more. his thumb starts rubbing against your clit and that’s what sends you reeling, back arching and hips grinding against his hand.

you feel so close to cumming and you want to reach out and touch him so badly, hands struggling against the rope behind your back. right as you’re about to approach your high, he moves his hand away from you.

“what the fuck?”

“traitors don’t get to cum on my fingers.” he whispers, sending chills down your spine.

there’s a sadistic glint in his dark eyes as he forces his fingers into your mouth, watching you suck on his fingers for a few seconds before releasing them.

he pulls his dick out of his pants, and it’s bigger than you thought it’d be. but that only makes your arousal that much stronger as he quickly lines himself up with your pussy, pushing in slowly inch by inch.

you’re gasping from the size, wetness providing just enough lubrication for his cock to fit. once he bottoms out, you’re already so close to your release. “fuck,” he almost moans out, “you’re so good for me. i’m going to fucking wreck you.”

your eyes meet when he says that to you, and you want nothing more than to touch him. he thrusts into you hard, so hard that you gasp out for air and mewl out loudly.

your eyes start fluttering shut when he smacks your face, which makes tears well up in your eyes and you feel disgusting for enjoying that so much. “bad girl. eyes on me.” his accent in that moment makes your thighs tremble.

you keep your eyes open as much as you can, but it’s so hard to when he’s fucking into you so fast and roughly. his dick hits against your cervix in the most painful manner, but it feels so good.

his hand moves down your body, squeezing your tits and eventually moving to your clit and he rubs tight circles into it. your hips start rocking against his as you cry out, orgasm approaching very quickly.

“go on. cum on my cock.” he says to you, your eyes rolling back as you finally reach your high. your moans become louder as the waves of pleasure overcome you, body twitching against him.

he finds himself cumming not long after from the feeling of your pussy clenching on his dick, growling lowly and digging his fingers into your hips as he stutters his movements.

the feeling of his hot cum filling you up makes you cry out once more, biting down on your bottom lip as you watch his face contorting in pleasure. he looks so fucking hot to you as he slows down.

eventually he comes down from his own high, sliding his dick out of you. you feel his cum run down your legs as you breathe heavily, not knowing what to say.

“ghost, i-”

he puts a hand over your mouth, using the other to cut the rope from your hands in a quick motion. “we’ll discuss it with the others.” is all that he says, looking at your burned wrists and rubbing them slowly.

you find your pants and pull them back on, seeing him walking towards the door of the room. you stop him by grabbing his wrist and as he turns to you, you find yourself hugging him tightly.

he stiffens at the feeling before relaxing, arms squeezing you roughly. you can tell that he doesn’t do well with physical touch, but you’re glad he didn't back away in the moment.

“thank you for not killing me.” you say quietly, and he looks into your eyes.

“i wouldn’t be able to live with myself if i did.” his usually gruff voice sounds gentle when he says that, hand touching your waist as he pulls you out of the room with him.

“this will be fun.” you say, not knowing how the others are going to feel about you trying to come back after betraying them.

ghost thinks it’s probably for the best if you don’t know how thin the walls are here, since they likely heard everything that just happened with you two.

[bitbugbites-re]

𝚅𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 | 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰

headcanons on how different RE men would take your virginity !

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characters: Albert Wesker, Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters, Leon S. Kennedy

gender: gn! reader

cw: NSFW, FLUFF // virginity // ktober

a/n: to everyone reading this, i hope you have/had a good day today! <3

𝕬𝖑𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖙 𝖂𝖊𝖘𝖐𝖊𝖗 (any rendition)

Do you need to be in a relationship first?

No, it wouldn't be important to Wesker if you were in a relationship or not first. He doesn't come off as the type of guy to believe the notion that first times are sacred

Who initiates?

Probably you. I can't see him being too pushy/eager to have sex, as he seems like he would have a fairly tame-to-low sex drive tbh

Although, that doesn't mean he's against it or other displays of affection. He's just not horny 24/7 (for some reason, despite all of the smut that i've written, i am utterly and completely intimidated by the word "horny." this word is my achilles heel. i fear that i will never escape it's incredible power to make me want to fall to the floor and sob at its horrific-ness. however, today, i have powered through it for you, with only a few tears and trembles involved).

What kind of foreplay?

I feel like his go-to foreplay in this situation would be kissing and fingering, honestly. Very basic foreplay, nothing too insane.

He'd probably make eye contact with you the entire time he fingered you, too.

How long does it last?

The entire ordeal, from foreplay to finishing, would probably last less than 30 mins. I feel like he'd be skilled at both foreplay and penetration itself, and would get straight to the point.

I also feel like he would be a little nicer and more sweet during your first as compared to any other time

I doubt he would drag things out/tease you too much for your first time, unless you wanted him to

Is it good?

Yeah, it'd be good sex. Although, if you're a romantic, it might be a little disappointing if you have an idealized "first time" in mind

Overall? Probably a 7/10. Somewhere between average to pretty decent sex

𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖔𝖘 𝕺𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖎𝖗𝖆 (re3r)

Do you need to be in a relationship first?

If he knows you're a virgin? Yeah. If he doesn't know? Nope!

Tbh I feel like he would forget to ask, and would just automatically assume you've done-the-deed before. Although, he'd probably figure out at some point building up to penetration, in which case, he'd most likely pull back and offer to get to know you better first

Who initiates?

Could go either way. I can see him respecting that first times are important, and thus not bringing it up until you mention it or get overly touchy. However, he likely would try to gently tip-toe around the topic -- he'd make a lot of jokes about it, get a little touchy, put himself out there more by dressing or smelling nice -- all to gauge where you're at or to put the idea in your head

What kind of foreplay?

Anything. Everything. Whatever you want -- getting oral, being fingered, sucking him off or fingering him (if you're into that) -- he'd do it.

HOWEVER. There would be some limits -- I don't think he'd do anything too crazy. He would try to keep it fairly vanilla for your first time. He'd tell you that he'd be willing to do whatever in the future (WITHIN BOUNDS...), but your first time should be like a 'trial period' or something like that

How long does it last?

I feel like out of every other character on this list, sex with Carlos would take the longest. And most of it would probably be foreplay

I'd also bet that he'd be able to last a good amount of time during penetration as well. He knows his limits, and if he starts getting close, he'll change positions or use some other method to prolong intercourse.

Is it good?

YES. I feel like if you like passionate, whirlwind-like displays of affection, then Carlos would be the best one for you out of all the other characters on this list. He knows what he's doing, and he knows where to touch in order to make you feel good

Overall? Around an 8 or 9/10. He would not fail to sweep you off your feet

𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘 𝕽𝖊𝖉𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖑𝖉 (re8)

Do you need to be in a relationship first?

For RE8 Chris? No, probably not. If you want to go, he's ready -- relationship or not.

Who initiates?

In a lot of scenarios, most likely Chris. I see it being a very, "Are you ready yet? How about now?" kind of thing (dude's got a high sex drive lmao)

What kind of foreplay?

He'd probably prefer having you give him oral. If you wanted something too, though, he'd be willing to do it -- fingering, oral, etc.

Not too into kissing -- he'd rather make eye contact with you while playing with you or touching you in general

I don't think he'd make a big deal out of it if you wanted to do kinkier stuff for your first time. He'd likely go along with it, thinking that since it's your first time, and you asked, it'd be fine (he'd also probably be impressed that you wanted to ramp it up lol)

How long does it last?

An average amount of time. Not too long, not too short.

Same goes for how long he lasts during penetration. He doesn't seem like he would try to hold his orgasm back, so when it comes, it comes. Although, again, it wouldn't be quick, either

Is it good?

Yeah, it's not bad. If you're looking for someone to be a little more rough with you for your first time (not recommended LOL) then Chris is your guy

Overall, it's a solid 6 or 7/10. Very average sex -- and if you do it again in the future, it's going to be fairly the same. Little to no special treatment for your first time :p

𝕰𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖂𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 (re7, re8)

Do you need to be in a relationship first?

Yep -- partially because Ethan views first times as special, but also because he isn't the type to sleep around. He'd require a relationship first for both your and his sake

Who initiates?

Ethan, and it's planned. I doubt he'd spring it on you, either -- the two of you would talk it out first, plan a date beforehand, and then after the date...well, you know (yes, I would like to preorder one sex please!)

What kind of foreplay?

Very romantic, sensual foreplay. Kissing, soft touching, etc.

I feel like he'd be open to the basics -- oral for either person (although he'd ensure you it's about you and he doesn't need it), fingering, etc.

How long does it last?

Anywhere from a normal amount of time to slightly more than what's to be expected. I feel like he would really take his time with foreplay, as well as go slow during penetration

Is it good?

Yes! If you're a romantic at heart, Ethan's going to give you the best first time -- he's going to make sure he does everything right

Overall, probably an 8 or 9/10. This dude's got it DOWN for deflowering mfs

𝕷𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝕾. 𝕶𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖉𝖞 (re2r)

Do you need to be in a relationship first?

...maybe. I'm gonna say yeah, just because I feel like he'd be a virgin at this point of time too, LOL. He seems like he'd value romantics and wouldn't really sleep around outside of a relationship unless he had very strong feelings for you

Who initiates?

If you're in a relationship and it's been a decent amount of time since you started dating, probably him. He'd ask you about it and then...yeah.

However, if you're not in a relationship (and he likes you a lot), or you just recently started dating, it'll have to be you who initiates. He's a little reserved, so in either of these scenarios, he won't be the one to ask first

What kind of foreplay?

Lots of kissing, gentle touching, neck kissing

Would be fine with oral and fingering on either sides. Out of all the options, though, his preferred pick would be going down on you. Not just for you, but also because he seems like the kind of guy who gets off by seeing his partner get off

How long does it last?

...oh brother. Anywhere from short to long

Long because it'd probably take the two of you a while to figure out wtf you were both doing...

...and short because that man probably is not going to last long penetration-wise (LMAO im so sorry)

He'd offer to go another round to make up for it though??? Dw, one way or another, he'd make sure you still got off

Is it good?

...it would GET good. But at the beginning? It's gonna be awkward and clumsy (don't worry, he's a fast learner -- in fact, it likely wouldn't take long in your relationship for him to get the hang of it)

Overall...I'm going to have to give the man a 6/10. I'M SO SORRY. He gets an A for effort, but buddy 'ol pal, that man is not gonna know how to wield the friend in his pants right off the bat !!!

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[rafecameronsmistress]

i want you to show me..

tw/cw: smut, name calling, oral, step brother, cnc?

it’s 2am on a weeknight and everyone in your house is asleep. you toss and turn in your bed horny and craving attention. you pull your tank top down a little exposing the pink lace of your bra and hike your tits up making your cleavage look enticing. you go on your phone and open up snapchat taking a selfie with pouty lips and sleepy eyes. “can’t sleep 😩“ you type then send it to a couple boys from your town, whom happen to be your stepbrothers best friends, Topper and Kelce. you knew if they were awake one of them was bound to answer, you were hot and they would give you what you wanted at any time of day. not even 2 minutes pass and Topper sends a picture back. he’s laying in bed, shirtless, with an arm behind his head flashing his cute smile. “sorry you can’t sleep babe, anything i can do?” score. you stand up in front of your floor length mirror, turning halfway to expose some ass that hangs out of your tiny shorts. “yeah, come over and help me 😉”. the thought of Toppers hands snaked through your hair has you getting hot and bothered. he replies now sitting up in bed with a shocked look on his face “really?”. you giggle and send another picture this time of just your bed “yes, really” you prayed he was actually going to come over or your vibrator was going to have to work over time. Toppers reply this time took way longer and you became annoyed thinking he wimped out. you flop backward onto your bed and let out a sigh, just as you start to slip your hand into your underwear you get a reply. it’s a picture of the road that says “on my way”. thank you god.

Topper is at your house within 10 minutes. he parks his Jeep in the area of the driveway where there’s no motion sensor lights, he knows the drill. you quietly open the large front door and wave him inside “hurry up” you whisper. he ducks inside and follows you down to the basement where your family has a bar, a movie projector, and large couches. you keep the lights off incase anyone wakes up, not wanting to be caught. you turn around to face him and grab his hand, walking backwards until your legs hit the couch. you lay back pulling him on top of you immediately running your hands across his stomach and up his chest. he buries his face in your neck sucking and licking your sweet spot. “mm i needed this, needed you” you tell him. he pulls his lips from your skin “yeah?” he grinds his clothed cock onto your heat. “fuck yeah” you moan at the friction, lifting your hips for more pressure. the room is encased in heavy breathing and the sound of a sloppy make out session. you push Topper on his back and bring his sweatpants and boxers just below his cock. you wrap your hand around his shaft and swallow half his length. Topper breathes in sharply “ssshit baby, that feels so good” he moans as he wraps his fingers in your hair.

“yeah, i bet it does Top” a third voice adds as the lights are switched on

you pop your mouth off his cock, your heartbeat in your throat now, “what the fuck?” you screech, scrambling to fix yourself

“shit” Topper sighs loudly “Rafe i-“

“save it, get your dick away from my little sister before i knock your fucking teeth out yeah?” Rafe threatens walking closer to the couch, Topper stands up adjusting himself and goes to say something but Rafe interjects “you have five seconds to get out of my fucking face” he grunts. Topper looks back at you with ‘sorry’ written across his frown then he turns and disappears

you stand there frozen in fear, will he tell your parents? how long was he watching? “always knew you were a little whore” he scoffs “how many of my friends have you fucked?” he cocks his head to the side. “i dont know what you want me to say i-“ you stutter, tears welling in your eyes. “i want you to answer my question” he smiles. “just Topper” you say hanging your head in embarrassment. Rafe steps into your space lifting your chin “you like sucking his dick?” you stay silent not wanting to talk about this with your step brother. he squeezes your face forcing you to look at him “you like being a slut? huh?” he laughs and gives you a light smack on the cheek, “show me what you were doing to Topper.” you stare at him wide eyed trying to comprehend what he just said “what?” you croak. “i want you to finish what you started” Rafe says. “but you’re my-“ he cuts you off finishing your sentence “i’m your stepbrother i know, and you’re just a dumb whore so it shouldn’t matter who’s dick is in your mouth” his smile is sinister now “get on your knees and continue doing your job” he demanded.

your face flushes and you feel your ears heating up. embarrassment and a little fear flooding through your body. “Rafe please” you beg as he pulls his pants down, “open your mouth” he says grabbing his lengthy cock. you comply taking all of him down your throat, vigorously bobbing your head. “yeah just like that pretty girl” he moans while collecting your hair to hold it out of your face. you bring both hands to his shaft and stroke him while you suck, catching a good rhythm. his heavy breathing and deep moans have you tingling between your legs, you squeeze them together in attempt to get some relief. so many thoughts are racing through your head the main one being ‘why am i getting off while i suck my step brothers dick?’

to be continued.. (???)

[maitanii]

ABOUT FIRST AND UNEXPECTED ENCOUNTERS

ran haitani x reader | 1.6k words

tw: cursing | mentions of s3x but nothing explicit, just ran being a horny rat | ran haitani | ran haitani being ran haitani | rat haitani | ran haitani giving second hand embarrasment |

a/n: my first time writing something in a second person pov!! hopefully i did a decent job. at this point, i just like to make Ran suffer.

"Rin I'm downstairs, open the door."

"What?" Rindou left the towel on his shoulder after drying the sweat of his face so he could place the phone on his face.

"I'm downstairs at your house, open up, I bring cookies that I made yesterday."

"What are you saying?" Pulling the phone away from his face, he glanced at the time. "Didn't we agree to meet in an hour?"

You finally decided to take a look at the watch on your wrist, realizing instantly that your friend was unfortunately correct.

"Damn, how long is your gym session going to take?"

"Two more series and a shower…" Rindou put his fingers to his chin doing mental calculations "An hour, yes, just as we had calculated."

"You are a bad friend"

"Yes, yes, the worst" The boy laughed. "Well, I think Ran is home, ring the phone and tell him who you are. He doesn't know what your face looks like but he has heard all your sentimental problems,"

"Do you tell my problems to your brother?"

"The phone speaker is a very useful tool, your voice is very strident and the walls of my house are very thin" The mere fact of imagining the expression on your face right now made him smile "Well, I'll see you later. If you wake Ran up give him a couple of cookies, I'm sure that will put him in a good mood"

"Do I have to wake him up?"

When you realized that the conversation was over, you looked around. You didn't even have the wallet to order your coffee at some expensive coffee shop in the area. It was too cold to wait on the porch, so you called the number for the Haitani's apartment. At some point you had to meet the feared and well-known Ran Haitani.

After months of friendship with his little brother, it was natural and bound to happen. But you didn't expect to do it without Rindou in front of you. At least, not after everything Rindou had complained about him.

The door made a sound indicating it was open, at which you raised an eyebrow. Wasn't he even going to ask? In a wealthy neighborhood like the one they were in, they shouldn't underestimate criminals like that. Although, thinking about it, they were the criminals. Walking up the stairs, you grabbed the cardigan and crossed your arms over your chest.

Upstairs, Ran was putting his hair up in a messy bun. Mucho had told him that his "friend" would arrive in a while. Not that his libido was particularly high today, but every once in a while he needed intimate contact to de-stress. When his gang mate told him that one of his friends had an eye on him at a party, Ran thought it would be nice to invite them over to his house sometime. Now that Rindou was in the gym, he had at least one sweet, long hour to enjoy his company.

The doorbell snapped him out of his thoughts. He cracked his fingers and took a deep breath before heading for the door. The figure that greeted him looked familiar, although that was not unusual, Tenjiku always frequented the same night businesses.

"Ran Haitani?"

"That's me"

Letting the new guest in, Ran smiled. Much did not lie when describing that they were pretty.

On the other hand, you decided to leave the bag on one of the coat racks in the living room, under the watchful eyes of the tall man who was leaning over the wall.

"Mucho didn't lie when he said you were very pretty" "Who said what?"

Ran laughed gradually getting closer to you. Wrapping a lock of hair around one of his long fingers, your cheeks began to heat up second by second. Throwing your head back you looked at the man in front of you with a frown.

"What is your problem?

But Ran Haitani did not back down from challenges, he enjoyed them. Mucho hadn't told him anything about you being a difficult person, but who was going to resist his charms?

"Oh come on." Approaching you again, a flirtatious smile appeared on his face. You had to admit, Ran Haitani was charming. But that didn't take away the shiver that ran down your spine when he had tangled his fingers in your hair. "Don't feel like having a good time? There is time until my brother arrives."

If Rindou were to arrive at that moment and take in the situation, you wouldn't know if he would laugh in your face or rip the bow from his brother's head. A mix of both, probably.

Before you knew it, a hand landed on your waist. You winced and your breathing hitched. You didn't know much about perfume, but Ran Haitani smelled very good and very expensive.

"I… I brought cookies."

Breaking away from his body quickly, you quickened your pace until you reached the place where you had left your bag. You weren't comfortable, but you didn't want to put on a show. It was difficult enough to have gained confidence with Rindou to give a bad impression in front of his brother.

"Ah, that's what Mucho meant when he said you were very considerate, I thought he was referring to something else" Holding the tupperware tightly against your chest, you smiled awkwardly after his words. "How about I show you my room?

"Who's Mucho?"

"Hahaha, very funny" One of his big hands grabbed your waist and pushed you slightly down the hall.

"Stop that," you commented annoyed. You began to lose patience with his suggestive touches. Did he do that with every friend of Rindou? Yes, he definetly looked like he did.

"This is your room, isn't it?" Opening the first door that came before your eyes, you rushed inside to get away from Ran. The young man's click of the tongue did not go unnoticed by your ears

"With what?" Suddenly, his breath was very close to your ear again and your nerves began to overflow. When was the last time you had a handsome boy so close?

"Make yourself comfortable" Taking the tupperware out of your hands, he left it on the tidy desk that was in front of one of the walls of the room.

You got absorbed looking at the photos that decorated the shelves, there were so many photos of Rin as a child. You smiled at an image of the two of them, barely 9 years old, feeding a giraffe. But your peace did not last long.

"Why are you looking at my photos when you have me here in the flesh?" Another chill ran down your back.

"Rin looks very funny in this photo, don't you think?"

"Do you know my brother?" Ran raised an eyebrow at your comment.

"Of course, I thought he had already told you about me".

Ran thought about his brother's flings lately without taking his eyes off you. No, he definitely hadn't told him about anyone in particular lately. He didn't feel like arguing with anyone, especially not in a situationlike this. It wouldn't be the first time that he and his brother went out with the same person (never at the same time, they weren't big fans of sharing that kind of experience).

"Whatever." He managed to reach your leg and pull on it. A small scream escaped from your mouth when you fell on top of the young man's legs. Okay, now he was really getting on your nerves.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Ran?"

"Oh?" We are already at the base of the first name" Smiling, he managed to let your body fall on the bed and position himself on top of you, grabbing your wrists with only one hand. In any other situation, that scenario would have made you nervous. But right now, you were nervous for another reason. "Better, now I just want to hear you say it while—"

The sentence didn't finish when the force of your knees reached his crotch. The guttural scream that came from his throat echoed off the walls. His huge body fell off the bed. You knew you should feel afraid in a situation like that, but the laugh that escaped your lips was one of complete satisfaction.

"You should have seen your face!"

"Shut up, idiot, you've left me barren!"

"Am I the idiot?" I don't go around harassing your brother's friends who offer you cookies"

"Mucho told me that you came wanting to see my balls, not to kick them!

"For the third fucking time, who the fuck is Mucho?"

"Hello?" Rindou's voice reached your ears. Both of your heads turned until your eyes looked at each other. The same thought crossed your mind as you two ran up trying to reach Rindou at the same time.

"Rindou, who is this person?" Ran and you exclaimed at the same time.

Rindou looked at his brother, who was leaning slightly forward, one hand on the inside of his thigh and a pained expression, and then at you, with your hair disheveled and your cheeks flushed.

Maybe he should have arrived a bit later.

2 years later

"Happy anniversary guys!" Shion's arms are placed between Ran Haitani's shoulders and yours, squeezing you two against him.

"Thank you brother" patting him on the back. Ran returned to position at your side. You smiled at the action and grabbed his hand.

"Though I find it odd that you still haven't told me how you met. Rindou always laughs when I ask him and never tells me anything". Ran gulped and you laughed.

Grabbing your boyfriend's waist and giving him a kiss on the cheek under Madarame's watchful eye , you gestured for the blonde to come closer to you and pointed your thumb at your partner "It's very simple, I kneed him in the balls."

a/n 2: 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡@luvjiro🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡 ily ily you're the best.

[hangesdarling]

Request for a oneshot of Hange who gets really horny and flustered from their vampire fem s/o feeding from them. Thanks 🥰!

a crimson kiss — h. zoë

PAIRING. Hange Zoë x female reader SYNOPSIS. You were a vampire lurking in the dark streets when you met Hange. CONTENT. a bit of slow burn to build their relationship, very suggestive, blood, biting, implied sex, light angst, open-ended hehe WORD COUNT. 2.6k A/N. fic request from @malorey-ethster :D this reminds me a lot of the vampire!hange series lingering in my head omggg

Dark shadows loomed over the village, making the darkest shade of black among the streets. People feared the night when criminals and monsters lurked as what rumors in the streets have told tales about. But as you stood perfectly still on a deserted alleyway among the darkness, you saw this strange being walking slowly, book in hand while the other held a small lamp.

People don't walk the streets late this hour but then again, this one is different. The perfect prey, too distracted by a book to think that you're standing still right across from them. Your claws clenched against your skirt, and the taste of blood from your previous meal still lingered, only prompting your hunger to take action.

You were about to pounce in that person's direction, trying to swallow your regret for another life lost in your hands but you felt a blinding light crossing past your eyes, making you retract from your stance.

Your arm shielded your eyes as the yellow glow of the lamp illuminated your face in the darkness.

"Oh, there you are," you heard the person mutter, a smile creeping across their face at the sight of you. But before you could run and disappear in the darkness once more, you felt a pair of arms restraining you.

-

The coach you were riding on had its small curtains drawn as you rode into the early dawn. You silently thanked how the velvet, embroidered fabric was thick enough to cover whatever sliver of sunlight began to creep in the sky. You tightened the thick shoal wrapped around you despite your bound wrists. This person who told you their name right after abducting you helped to fix your shoal so only a portion of your face could be seen. Hange.

"Sorry about tying you up like that," they muttered, almost apologetic as they offered you a smile. "But I won't hurt you, I promise. I was just tasked to investigate, that's all."

When the coach halted, Hange pulled you outside in wary carefulness, not letting the sun damage you. You found yourself in what seemed to be a library with a few laboratory materials, perhaps Hange's room.

Their table was strewn with sketches, and several stacks of reports detailing your nightly appearances and words from witnesses. It was clear that Hange had enough knowledge of all the forms you could take and even your whereabouts even before they crossed that alleyway last night.

In the days that followed, Hange fed and observed you, wondering to themself why you always requested animal blood even when it wasn't well-suited to satisfy your hunger. You tried to scare them off with a cold, obscure persona but nothing seemed to deter them even after your several attempts to bite their nose off.

Hange believed you would eventually soften up, earning your trust by encouraging you to talk without coercion. And even when you're trying hard enough not to yield, you find your mouth running, detailing what went before you became a heinous creature up to this day. Hange succeeded in pulling the words out of your mouth, even ones that you wouldn't want a soul to hear. Their presence felt like a dewy morning, a light breeze eager to get to know you out of pure curiosity.

"Ah, to think that there are more fascinating things than titans," Hange would smile at you, trusting you enough this time to untie your wrists. "Let's be friends, Y/N."

During the following days, Hange lets you lounge on their bed, keeping you comfortable as you lie down under their thick blankets. They don't sleep much themself as you have observed, maybe taking a few hours to sleep at their desk during the night and that was it. After a week of being together, you found them to be a heavy sleeper and took that advantage to carry them back to bed. You stared outside the window for the rest of that night, measuring how easy it would be to try and escape from this floor but decided against it. After all, only danger awaits you outside. If the townsfolk won't burn you at the stake, they would tear you apart bit by bit. Leaving you under the sun would be the least harsh punishment.

Hange was alerted the moment you disappeared from the bed, looking everywhere for you and thinking you might have escaped but they silently chucked to themself when they found you curled under their bed among the darkness. Hange crawled next to you despite the dusty floorboards.

"You seem a lot more comfortable in the darkness, huh?" they asked, tapping the underside of the bed frame and pulling away some webs from it. "We'll get this cleaned up if you like."

"Hm, thank you..." you mumbled.

Hange had gotten to know you better from then on. Physical contact became less strange as you let Hange touch your cold hands or felt the lack of pulse on your neck. A living dead creature. And even then as you lack the properties of a human, Hange never failed to make the space safe for you. They let you hug them at night, even if their warmth cannot meet yours, and let you hold their hand despite your insusceptibility to coldness. Every day, Hange brings a variation of animal blood to know what you like best. All felt like cold and tasteless cream crawling down your throat but you prefer them, knowing that your hunger wasn't hurting people anymore.

One night, Hange handed you a cup of blood, a shade darker than what they always give you. Your keen eye found the bandage poking beneath their shirt.

"Hange, is this your blood?"

"Uh, well, it is. I do think it's better if you drink directly from me but your insistence on drinking animal blood may cause a bit of shock to your system when you drink human blood again so try sipping from it first," Hange responded.

When you tilted the cup to your lips, it was cold but a sudden taste burst in your mouth, a hint of sweetness permeating the usual buttery taste of human blood. It has never been sweet before so what made it different now?

You told Hange how it tasted, quite in detail, and used several comparisons to help their research. However, the subtle smile and blush on their face couldn't escape your eyes. Maybe it was their excitement from the new information, but it's undeniable that there is something else.

-

Whenever night falls, your body does not crave long hours of sleep so you spend the night staring outside, counting people on the streets, or perhaps judging who the weakest prey may be just from their stance. But that night, Hange wanted to sit with you by the window, trading their few hours of sleep to be with you for longer. Your budding relationship came slow and subtle, the way midnight shifts to dawn to let the rosy rays of the sun appear in the sky once more. The hugs, the touch, the comfort within each other. Vampires cannot love humans this way but so are other things people tried to set rules upon. The peculiar cannot love or marry, forced to stay in the shadows and linger in their loneliness.

But even living organisms without consciousness like plants still sought companionship, you know, Hange told you one time, flipping through a book showing symbiotic relationships among living organisms. One has a better chance of survival with the other so it's only right for them to be together, right?

Hange leaned on your shoulder as they read by the moonlight. Your eyes followed the words and illustrations closed, exchanging a smile of two with them before trying to resist the urge to kiss them. Hange's rapid heartbeats near you only amplified that temptation as you turned away slightly. Hange may not have your keen sense, or hear a heartbeat and feel human warmth from you but their sharp intuition cannot deny what you both felt at that moment. Hange dropped their book by the side before turning you to face them in a soft, gentle kiss. Their warm lips linked with your cold ones and yet you found yourself pulling closer, as the companionship you desired all those years ago materialized before you. Hange kept a trail of kisses on your neck, pulling you towards the bed until you both collapsed on the soft mattress.

The curtains fluttered close as the wind outside calmed, little by little the moonlight could only bleed through an inch in that window. The flame on Hange's lamp by the table slowly extinguished but Hange kept kissing you in the darkness. Every touch, every time their fingers gripped yours against the mattress was a proclamation of the affection you've both tried to ignore. Both your worlds felt so distant but even if Hange could taste the blood from your mouth, they never wanted this kiss to end any sooner.

Hange had you spooned in their arms for the rest of the morning as they slept soundly against your neck. You wiped the blood beading on their lower lip from last night when your kisses got too passionate. Hange didn't mind and only laughed off their wounded lip, teasing you that it made them look more appealing in your eyes. You watched a drop of their blood dissipate through your finger, creating an intricate maroon pattern against your skin. You could taste that familiar hint of sweetness even as you brought it to your lips. And when you kissed Hange's lips, you felt their blood grazing your mouth, your tongue gently licking their wound until the bleeding stopped. Their blood tasted like a thin sheen of sweetened butter coating your mouth. However, the sweet taste only brought upon the bitter memories of your past. Of the human blood dripping from your chin as a victim lay lifeless on your lap, the sound of their diminishing heartbeat against your ear, and their last scream of help before becoming the food to satisfy your hunger.

You pulled away from their lips before they could even wake up, situating yourself to their chest so you wouldn't see their bloodied lip. You wrapped your arms tightly against their body, ear pressed to their bare chest where you could hear the rhythmic sound of the heartbeat you came to love.

-

"Y/N, why don't you feed from me this time?"

Hange's question broke the silence sitting between the two of you. Their eyes remained contemplative, bored through the wooden ceiling of their room.

"Why would you want that?" you asked cautiously.

Hange turned to give you a small smile. "I just noticed that you look healthier when you drink human blood. Your cheeks weren't so pale and you seemed a lot energized. It's your natural food after all so you don't have to insist on drinking animal blood."

Your mind wanted to protest, but all the reasons you shouldn't feed from them were stuck in your throat.

"But I don't want to hurt you..." you mumbled.

Hange tilted your chin so you could look at their reassuring face once more. "Come on, dear. You won't hurt me. It takes a few liters before a human could die from blood loss. If we regulate this properly, I won't die."

Their offer sounded tempting, after all, you were in a considerably better state after ingesting their blood. Almost like you have regained twofold of your strength from their blood alone.

Hange was overjoyed when you finally agreed, they pulled you into their lap before pressing a soft kiss on your lips. Hange's face was flushed when you began licking the spot on their neck you wanted to puncture with your teeth. Your mouth gently nibbled on their neck, leaving shallow bite marks that blossomed pink on their neck. Their hands roamed around your body, rubbing your thighs under that skirt until they wandered under your shirt.

You moaned softly against their neck with the way Hange was tugging on your clothes as if in permission to take them off.

"You're enjoying this a lot, Hange," you smiled as you helped them by unbuttoning your shirt. Hange groaned as you gave their neck another playful bite enough to turn them on even more.

"You bet I do," they chuckled, their voice shifting into a sultry tone as they brought both your bodies closer to the headboard. Hange leaned their head back, poising their neck where you could feed from them properly.

Your tongue glided along their reddening bitemarks, grazing your teeth to that particular spot before slowly digging in. Hange winced as they felt the puncture through their skin, their blood pooling on your mouth even before it dripped down their chest. Hange gripped your hips tightly, snaking down your rear to squeeze the flesh as your teeth dug in even more. Curses and praises spilled from their lips, suppressing an occasional moan or two as their hands were filled with the flesh of your bottom. Your tongue lapped desperately against the sweet buttery taste of their blood, the crimson gliding in thick gulps against your throat. Hange only pushed your head further into their angled neck as an encouragement, their every moan telling you how aroused they felt.

When you drank enough, your bloodied lips kissed their wound, patching it up with a cloth to staunch the bleeding. Hange captured your lips on theirs, their slender fingers wrapping gently around your throat. They could taste iron in your mouth, intoxicated and lightheaded from the blood you fed from them. Hange sucked on your plump lip, flipping you over onto your back before sliding their tongue in to lick along yours. As your kisses grew passionate, both your lips turned a crimson shade.

Hange stripped off the rest of your clothing, enraptured by your lips against theirs, and of the healthy color appearing in your cheeks. They wanted a taste of you, to return the bliss you gave them.

Hange's notes lay ignored by the bedside, discarded somewhere else along the pile of your clothes and theirs. Your intimacy was bloodied, full of bites and traces of drying blood after you finished. But you could care less about the thin sheen of blood coating your breasts or thighs as your lips rested on Hange's for the final time before they collapsed in exhaustion in your arms. The warm, bubbly bath you soon had washed away all the crimson and pinkish traces on both of your skins. You washed and nursed their wound, enclosing the fresh bite in a soft and dry bandage.

Hange slept on your chest until evening, perhaps tired from the ordeal. But as you stroked their hair's brown locks into neat strands, you remembered that familiar hunger coming in occasional visits, one that was never satisfied until the prey was lifeless. But Hange was never your prey, and you never wanted to be the monster to end them. You placed a long kiss on their forehead, gaze lingering on their sleeping form for a few seconds before pulling away to sit up on the bed.

The idea of departing from this place tarried your mind ever since you discovered the taste of Hange's blood. I trust you, Hange said multiple times, and yet you could never trust yourself to that extent. After all, you were still a monster of the night, even if you wore a human appearance. No matter how much Hange loved and cherished you like a breathing, living being deserving of good things, you couldn't keep them forever. You never wanted to subject them to this cursed life of aimless wandering and feeding on humans to save yourself.

You held Hange's hand around yours, cold diminishing against their warmth as you began to think and decide before the sun rose once again.

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[adastra121]

Touchstarved x The Amazing Devil

Since I use a bunch of The Amazing Devil songs on my Touchstarved OC playlists, I decided to match them to each of the main LIs. They're mostly the romantic songs, I highlighted the words that made me think of the characters.

Kuras= “Inkpot Gods.” Fighting god for the one you love. Walking a lonely path. The wild feeling of breaking free from the fate you thought you were bound to, the one you believed you deserved. Rewriting tragedy into redemption.

“Oh, what? These, these aren't tears. It's just the rain that wasn't brave enough to fall.”

“And what you see is not the dark, It’s just the gods upturning ink pots 'cause they know what you’ll become.”

"And to those gods, I will speak bluntly 'We've an accord, if you ever touch or harm him Please, rest assured that you might not fear a man But to me, by the end, you'll kneel and plea. 'Cause I'm more than what they all told me to be.'"

"And I wish that I could take their hand, But where I'm going is for me and me alone."

"If I don't make it back from where I've gone, Just know I loved you all along."

Leander= “Fair.” Mostly just vibes. Maybe it’s the gentle guitar, the autumnal sound. A space of solace, so achingly and heartwarmingly normal. The hint of insecurity and bitterness toward the world. The charming awkwardness and humour. I don’t know, this song sounds like Leander's giving you a hug. XD

"And he, he curses at the world For leaving him behind, and he's falling out of touch And they are stronger than he's ever been, he knows."

"And if you asked me to, if you asked me, I would lose it all Like petals in a storm."

"And calm throughout his melodrama They will turn and say, 'Dear heart, it's me, it's me. You don't need to pretend to be someone you're not.'"

"'How unfair, how unfair,' they'll sing As they dance across the darling rooftop wreck."

Vere= “That Unwanted Animal.” It’s either feral in a horny way or horny in a feral way. I don’t know which. Both, maybe? I imagine this is what it’d be like if Vere devoured you.

"And as you grip me like an animal that you're about to spear 'Be good to me,' I whisper."

"I'm the touch you crave, I'm the plans that you made, But fuck all your plans, I'm bored! ‘And can't you hear that scratching?’ I ask your eyes."

"And we fall into each other, the scratching grows so loud Because that unwanted animal wants nothing more than to get out… Oh, and you rip my ribcage open and devour what's truly yours."

"'Be good to me,' I beg of him. And he replies, 'No, no, not I.'"

Ais= “Ruin.” The wreckage after a storm. The strength and the fight inside you that has helped you survive until now being the very thing that destroys what matters to you. Ill-timed jokes. Unspoken regrets. Second chances among the ruin. Also the bird sounds throughout, because, you know. Sparrow. Hehe.

"Our mortar was your laughter And you hurled curses at the land. We didn't talk, we made universes Out of bitten lips and broken hands." This is basically the summary of Ais's scenes in the demo

Mhin= “Drinking Song for the Socially Anxious.” Not belonging, but desperately wanting to. Screaming silence and yearning to be heard. Chance meetings with someone else on the outside looking in. Being outsiders together. Oh, and there’s a cat.

"And I know I won't be long 'Cause I know I don't belong."

"As all my steps too far keep telling me 'This is who you are,' I should go home. I'm not lonely. I just like being on my own."

"Now I'm lying on a bed full of coats Trying desperately to cope. When you open up the door, say something stupid like 'You're lying on some coats,' I say, I know."

[ladythornofrivia]

the gallery of mournful heart

Pair: Takeomi x Reader (mentions of Shinichiro x Reader in the past)

Warnings: Grief, Takeomi is a playboy/cheater, one-sided relationship with gf, having an affair with the reader, who Takeomi have fell in love with for years before and after Shinichiro died. Cussing, sex, good girl kink, reader is pregnant with Shinichiro’s child. Self-harm, alcohol, abuse. Takeomi is horny af, and reader is sad about Shinichiro. Shinichiro is a sweetheart, but is dead.

a/n: i made a poll months ago, that I said I’ll be doing this as a series. I decided to make it as a one-shot. A very long one. Hope you enjoy.

Things hadn’t been easy for everyone, especially for Takeomi, who have been fucking so many girls ever since Brahman is established. He wanted to forget the means of pain and suffering when his dearest friend, who dubbed Takeomi as a “rain-bringer”, passed on from a sudden kill. Takeomi brings girls in the meetings, brings girls at a private dinners, then brings girls at the club. Every night, he brings girls to forget his awakened state of melancholy and deep-fear of self-hate. He had been spending his money on parties, clubs, drinks, and even condoms when it comes orgy and horniness spewing out from his inner thoughts.

Things have been easy and difficult for the man, he never settled for anyone, except for the girl name Mika, who he has been hooking up with for three months. Brahman noticed this, and thought Takeomi is now finished horsing around with his dick out, plunging into every girl’s vagina, whether taking someone’s virginity or those who are experienced withe sexual intercourses.

Things have been quiet since Takeomi spoiled Mika with large prices of accessories and dresses. Mika is the prettiest one of them all. However, Takeomi wasn’t contented. Each time he spoils his new girlfriend with black card, he knew deep down that he’s doing all of this for a coping mechanism, of not facing the harsh reality. Everyone in Brahman is broken, meanwhile from the Kantou Manji Gang’s side, the Haitani brothers having a blast with much ladies and their DJ occupation. Sanzu, his young brother, enjoy his killing spree while serving Mikey at a god-tier service, though most likely he doesn’t want to know about Sanzu’s whereabouts.

Takeomi heeded Mika’s words each time she was sad about her daily life, making him take out his black credit card for her to shut her mouth and go into an ultimate shopping spree. Little did she know, he grew tired of her. Something was missing in his life, he doesn’t know what killed his mood each time he bring girls over. The satisfaction of climax to someone’s cunt is exhilarating beyond words, but after that, he kicked them out.

Day goes by when Takeomi had enough with Mika. All the crying and whining on how working as a hostess is hard, realizing she wanted nothing more but to be as Takeomi’s bitch full-time. She didn’t want to earn money through hours on end, and having the access from Brahman’s status, everything goes smoothly for her. Takeomi wasn’t having it, so he spent time finding other girls that wasn’t as annoyingly persistent with his money. Everything went to shit when his room is ransacked. Mika took everything with her, thus calling “cleaners” to kill her on the spot to have his belongings back. It was a nightmare, but Brahman made sure that Mika’s fate is bound to be as a missing girl in the news.

~~~

He couldn’t sleep. Nothing was working for him; he tried every sleeping method and every suggestion from the expertise. He pulled out another cigarette and lit it up, until the smoke escalated towards the ceiling.

So far, he wasn’t feeling well or in the mood for fucking. Instead he thought of a different lens tonight. He longed for prosperity—the prosperity from his past days. He remembered the days where he was once as the God of War, he remembered on how his friends, Wakasa and Benkei, and their leader, Shinichiro Sano, the weakest leader, took over as the first generation Black Dragons. Compare from now to then, one thing that Black Dragons didn’t have is the perseverance of killing or torturing others or traitors. Black Dragons is nothing more than a simple glory, the glory days of fist fights—real fights, and teamwork, thanks to Shinichiro’s persuasive skills. Everyone, even the strongest, the mightiest of men, looked up to Shinichiro. Days in the past, all that Takeomi ever did is to watch Shinichiro take the lead, every moment he has with the Black Dragons is just another memory in his teenage years, up until his early-twenties. Everyone watched Shinichiro getting beaten, and everyone watching him getting rejected by girls 20 times. With every failure Shinichiro received, he never gave up, and find another.

He nearly forgot what Shinichiro sounds like, but still recalled his expression each time he got turned down by the girls. Shinichiro is the kind of man who gets mopey with puppy eyes. Thus Takeomi, although still teasing Shinichiro, he suggested Shinichiro to not give up.

Shinichiro is the loser from fights and girls. Until he met someone special.

You. The ever shy and talented girl, always carrying a sketchbook and pencil in hand. Takeomi took another puff as he recalled on your youngish features. You are brightly and beautiful, with a dimple on your cheeks, send Takeomi’s heart with sway, though he won’t admit. Unlike Shinichiro, he took his chance to make a conversation with you, getting to you. Hearing all the praises from Shinichiro, even though friendly, but Takeomi shouldn’t take it to the heart. He wanted his friend to be happy, to be given at chance with love at life. He watched you two spend each other’s time, watching him flirt with you, court with you, while you’re taking it all in with a smile etched onto your face. Everything about you was as bright as the moonlight’s star, eyes shining when meeting his siblings, the group, and how much happiness you delivered alongside Shinichiro’s cheeky and playful side showing every time. Each day and each night, Takeomi wondered what happens if he ended up courting you instead of Shinichiro.

He didn’t want to betray Shinichiro and his romantic heart, so he let them be. You occasionally spoke to Takeomi, asking him if he wanted to hang out for a sleepover and watching a movie at Shinichiro’s place. He felt happy when you spoke to him, how your gaze send at his direction with a kind smile and cheeky dimples.

Takeomi, without a doubt, went for a sleepover, for your sake. Each time you inched closer to Shinichiro, Takeomi’s heart was about to burst from heartbreak. But carried on as if nothing happened.

Years went by, Shinichiro proposed to you. You saying “yes”, is the happiest moment in Shinichiro’s life, but great and profound sadness in Takeomi’s, as Mikey blurted out belligerently to his close friends, especially Haruchiyo.

But it all changed in one night, where Shinichiro is killed at the bike shop by Mikey’s closest friends, who only wanted to give Mikey a new bike by stealing. Their punishment was sentence in a lighter years, but gained a heavier burden when Takeomi found out you disappeared the night after Shinichiro’s funeral.

The trace of your words, your face and smile, vanished. Although Mikey and his friends are grateful you’re with them throughout the years, they couldn’t bear the thought of losing their older sister—their sister-in-law. Nobody knows where you went.

A day later, Takeomi decided to do his own investigation by hiring a spy—Sanzu, who he despised—in order to see what have you been up to these days. So far, no one is able to reach you.

Frustrated, he wasted another set of money by giving the cash to his younger brother, who he doesn’t want to see. Long story short, Sanzu told him that you aren’t in Japan. You were in a different country. Understandable enough that you don’t want to prolong your stay in Japan, as everything reminds you of Shinichiro. He couldn’t blame you. Thus, he gave up.

Until a storming night came, in the year of 2008.

When he got out from the nightclub, he stumbled across a noise coming from the back alleyway. A deafened noise pierced into his ears as he walked over to see a young man gripping its grasp onto a woman’s wrist. When Takeomi scared the man off, Takeomi asked the woman is okay. But the woman he spoke to is none other than you, outside in a cold stormy weather, with a weeping child carrying into your shaking arms.

Seems like Sanzu got the intel wrong regarding to you. You never left the country to begin with, your life squandered the day Shinichiro died. You tried to find every job that pays a decent salary, but ended up getting kicked out onto the streets because they don’t want a young mother to be a burden to the company.

With a touching reunion, Takeomi took you into Kantou Manji Gang’s quarters, though for a short time, due to conflicted rivalry reasons. When you introduced yourself, some people aghast, as if they’ve seen a ghost. Sanzu was the first person to approach with open arms. The rest were in awe, and as for Mikey, he looked at you empty eyes, until a shred of light came into his eyes and dropped on his knees, shedding his tears as you took Mikey into your arms, apologizing on how you weren’t there for him. Mikey, the leader of Kantou Manji Gang, became a little boy once more into your arms, a twenty-eight year old woman with a baby in your other arm.

After that, you and Takeomi left and went into his apartment.

When you settled into the building, you almost couldn’t help but to feel that there’s hope alight in your heart again. Every mistake and regret you carried, diminished.

Takeomi offered you a smoke, but you reminded him of the baby in your arms.

“So, who’s child is it?” he asked.

With a sniffle, your voice croaked with, “Shinichiro’s,” you said.

His heart stopped.

“Every day when I look at my son, he reminded so much of him. My child, he shouldn’t have dealt with pain that I caused. If only I was with Shinichiro, on that night at the S.S. Motors, things would’ve been different. I failed him. I failed him and my precious boy.”

With a long sigh, Takeomi sat down beside you. “None of this is your fault. You were just waiting for him to come back and celebrate your engagement.”

“When I carried him into my belly, I couldn’t help what life is supposed to be like without Shinichiro. Or what life is like with Shinichiro. Everything about him is so bright and warm and happy. No one ever loved me like he did. All I have at that time was a sketchbook and art supplies to cope the last shred of my sanity. Every dream I shared, he supported me. He protected me and gave me happiness. And each time when he gets frustrated, I always make sure I stay at his side, no matter what. It feels different when I stayed at Shinichiro’s gravestone at the cemetery. Every night and day, I always convinced myself that maybe Shinichiro just ran away and not tell me where he went. I always try to convince myself that he’s still alive, hiding somewhere far beyond my sight and touch. And with my beautiful child into my arms, I didn’t want him to end up in the same fate, but each time I try to fix my life, it always went in the wrong direction. Whenever I try to stay strong for him, I always felt that I’m going to break, the walls I’ve built are going to break. Every day and every night, I visited his grave, sometimes I even sleep because I don’t want my memories and warmth to fade with him in the grave. I don’t want Akira to grow up and see me in this state.”

Takeomi said nothing but gave a firm hug slung over your shoulders and tugged your head gently to weigh against his shoulder.

“I’m here, if you need me,” he said, patting you. “I’m here when you show your weakness or the ugliness inside that’s trapped in your heart. I can ease the pain you’re in. With me, you have nothing to be afraid of. With whatever your son needs, I’ll be there for him, too.”

“I don’t know if I could take it anymore,” you said, “my head is too exhausted, event after event. I’ve been nothing but a shut-in for a couple weeks, and when I did get a job, I almost get bullied by being just a young mother. I wanted the best future for my son, but I just don’t know how.”

Takeomi clasped your shoulder. “We’ll be there for him.”

“How? I’ve heard news regarding to you and to Mikey. Your reputation now is far different from what you have back then.”

Takeomi’s gaze lowered. “It may changed the establishment between enemies, but it doesn’t mean it changed between us. Whatever we have before, it never changed until now. (y/n), for years I’ve watched you, I always wanted to tell you how kind and beautiful and talented you are. Your smile gave me purpose, whatever drives me now, I’ll always be there for you.”

Your head pulled back from his shoulder. “You liked me?”

“I’ve always love you,” he confessed. “I know it won’t repair our past mistakes, but it doesn’t mean it’ll be like that. I want to take it slow, give you a chance of what it means to be alive again. Alive with purpose, alive with happiness and strength from the things you have to endure. I want you in my life, (y/n). Nothing more and nothing less.”

“Takeomi….” you breathed, tears in your eyes began to burn.

“I won’t let you slip from my fingers. I know that anything I say won’t be as impactful as Shinichiro’s, but I’ll try to take his stead for you, especially your son.”

Your hand stroke your son’s face, and tucked him in with a worn out blanket. “I’d give anything for my son, even if it means the cost of an arm and a leg.”

Takeomi pulled you into him embrace. “I’d be willing to cost an arm and a leg for you.”

You said nothing but gaze into his gloomy eyes.

“Your son…is he alright?”

“He’s alright. He just needs food and new clothes.”

“How old is he now?”

“Five years old.”

Takeomi kissed atop of your head. “Leave everything to me. I’ll take of you and…”

“Akira,” you said with a quivered smile.

“Rest,” he said, placing you down on the bed. “Rest and I’ll be taking care of everything you and your son needs. Shinichiro wouldn’t be happy if he sees you crying like this.” His thumb pressed against your cheek.

“Is he mad at me?” you asked.

“Who? Mikey?” Takeomi shook his head. “I don’t think so. Ever since you left, he’s been trying to search for you left and right with a help of his gang. But soon gave up because they thought you died, too. Hopefully you coming back will change Mikey’s mind since they plan on ambushing the gang and all.”

“I’m not dead; I’m not a ghost. Tell Mikey that. I want us to be a family again, and redeem the pains from the past…to subside it.”

“You’re a good girl, (y/n),” Takeomi said, as he knelt down onto your level to kiss your lips, and lightly smacking and squeezing your ass. A little laugh escaped from your lips; Takeomi smirked at the outcome. “You’ve been brave for so long. You can take a long rest now, because I’m not going anywhere. I’ll do everything for you and Akira to have a bright future.”

“For him, but not for me,” you said.”

“It’s never too late to start over,” Takeomi answered in a gentle whisper. Then kissed deeply onto your lips once more. “You okay, yeah?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. You found me on a stormy weather.”

“I’m a rain-bringer for a reason.”

You giggled. “A storm-bringer.” And looked at him with the vulnerable gleam in your eyes flooded with warmth.

Once Takeomi left the bedroom, his heart felt glad again. He wanted to keep you at his side at all cost. Your life improved magnificently. So does the members between gangs—Brahman and Kantou Manji Gang are allies. You have a job as Mikey’s secretary, taking care of Akira by providing him with best food supplies and diapers and new blankets and toys thanks to Kokonoi. And provided Akira with learning books—you wanted to hear Akira’s first words. And each time you and Takeomi spent time together, you couldn’t help but notice that you fell over heels for him. But the difference was, Takeomi fell in love with you the first time he saw you. And thus, spilling every secret passions in between the sheets, you got your happiness back. Your dreams of becoming an artist rekindled, and with Takeomi at your side, and Akira’s future is safe with love and comfort, and with pain of Shinichiro’s passing, letting Shinichiro’s soul rest, the pain in your past life is nothing more than a faded scar.

Taglist: @galactict3a

[lavendertales]

Ride—Biker!Javier AU**

An Unholy universe one-shot, post-Colombia

summary: Javier invites you to spend time with him and his family at the ranch back in Texas. Only for you to discover there is more to Javier than meets the eye.

word count: 4.1k

WARNINGS: horniness all around lmao (but also softness bc they’re in love your honor); blowjob, fingering, choking, piv (safe). 18+ ONLY!!!

gif: @user-din​ 

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Surviving Medellin and Bogota had been truly a blessing. But surviving Cali? Downright miraculous.

You and Javier had been living life on edge since the moment you stepped into Colombia, so it was nothing you hadn’t faced before. But Cali had been brutal. There were several close calls for you both, as well as the team, but on the bright side, you both celebrated the unlikely victory to the best of your abilities and possibilities.

But you’ve made a promise to yourself that if you managed to escape that hellhole and make a difference in the Colombians’ lives, you too would live more in the moment and enjoy every little detail that made up your life.

So when Javier told you that he planned to return to his family’s ranch in Texas, you didn’t really expect to be asked to go with him.

“Go with you as in… for a visit, right?” you felt the need to clarify the night he told you.

Javier frowned, slightly bemused at your hesitance.

“Why do you sound surprised?” he asked in return.

“That you want your college enemy to visit you in your hometown, the intimate space you grew up in? I don’t know. Maybe a little curious.”

“You’re not the first girl I brought home, don’t get all flustered and presumptuous.”

Your mouth almost ached with the question you wanted to pose next, even as playful and innocent as it might’ve been, but you did not want to raise his fight or flight risk.

“Wasn’t going to,” you replied instead.

“But if all goes well, you might be the last.”

You turned to him, truly shook to hear him complete the sentence, as if he was capable of reading your mind without you even hinting at what you were thinking.

“Sounded a bit Texas Chainsaw Massacre-y,” you tried to laugh.

Javier huffed, pulling you close to him and smiling down on you. “It’s not what I meant,” he cooed.

“So all I have to do is earn your family’s approval and then I’ll be set to remain Javier Peña’s—“

You fell deep in thought, mind racing all over the place, trying to figure out a way to finish that sentence without, again, scaring him or taking things too far.

“You can be whatever you want,” he told you, pecking your nose, “as long as you’re mine.”

“Well then. I guess we’re going back to Texas.”

And with that, you got everything you needed for the trip. Truth be told, you weren’t sure how long you’d stay. Javier said you were definitely welcome to be there indefinitely, but you felt like it would be some sort of imposition on his father’s privacy. It’s been two decades since you’ve last seen Chucho Peña, and you were, admittedly, anxious. Not because you were in any way, shape or form afraid of the man, but because you didn’t know how he would react once you’d show up there on Javier’s arm—as his girlfriend, no less. Last time he’d seen you, you were young Javi’s worst academic nightmare, so there was bound to be some anxiety regarding the visit.

But Javier reassured you time and time again and once you actually arrived at the ranch and gotten to salute those around, you realized you were perhaps fearful for nothing.

The ranch was beautiful; a massive construction, sprayed out on dozens of square meters, evidently taken care of, and horses, pigs and chickens in the wide backyard. Javier’s family was pretty numerous, which was a little intimidating for someone coming from a small circle of relatives. Within the span of one day, you got to meet two aunts, two uncles, several cousins—both distant and close—one great-grandmother and, of course, Javier’s father.

You were introduced as the girlfriend—nothing more, nothing less. Although that level of bluntness surprised you, even coming from Javier, you embraced it and smiled politely as you shook Chucho’s hand. Javier remained encased around you, seemly proud to have you by his side.

“Now it makes sense, why the two of you couldn’t stop complaining about each other back in college,” he laughed.

“It took us a long time to realize this,” you shared the laughter.

“I could’ve told you that years ago had you asked me. Matter of fact, I started telling this one that spending so much time talking about someone, in the way he did, that was no silly competition.”

Javier rolled his eyes, remaining quiet as he watched you and Chucho interact and feeling, quite possibly for the very first time since he was a kid, happy.

The next few days have been busy, but certainly a blast; you offered to help around the ranch, preparing lunches and dinners for the whole family. It seemed peculiar to feel so welcomed, so at home around Javier’s family, like you had finally found your place where you were supposed to be, but it was such a pleasant sensation, you wanted it to go on for as long as possible.

What was the most surprising, though, was how easily you bonded with Chucho. You found yourself entertaining various conversations with him over the smallest of tasks, chuckling at his stories about young Javier.

“He was a pretty quiet kid,” Chucho tells you in the kitchen while you’ve taken on the task of making sandwiches for everybody.

“He still is,” you smile. “Not the biggest fan of spoken words. He is really good with written ones, though.”

Your smile gets wider reminiscing of the heartfelt letter Javier had left on your nightstand years ago. The one that rests folded in your wallet, with you everywhere you go.

“When he got together with Lorraine, who was so talkative and open, I thought well, that’s bound to be a good match. But sure enough, with time, the illusion faded. Seems there was no real love there.”

You purse your lips together, focused on the sandwiches instead. You’ve heard the story of Javier and Lorraine before, you were more than familiar with it, but each time you were reminded of it, it still made you sad for the both of them.

“I do think they cared for each other in a way,” you retort. “It was probably just something comfortable.”

“It was. But even that began to feel unbearable. He’s different with you though.”

“How so?”

“He’s… calmer. More open.”

You’ve never actually given it a thought as to how you and Javier changed since you’ve gotten together. There were differences, to be sure, but so subtle to you, people who were used to living a high-paced life, in constant terror, that you might’ve missed them.

“Pops, we’ve been through this, please stop telling people stories of me when I was a kid,” a voice draws both your attention.

You take notice of Javier entering the kitchen, dirt and grease all over his clothes. He’s got what appears to be a fairly older shirt on him, sleeves rolled up, and a pair of tight jeans that you just fancy so much.

“Why, are you afraid I’ll get more dirt on you?” you ask cheekily.

“Who could you possibly tell in this town?”

You shrug. “I could just call Steve and Connie and exchange fun stories.”

Chucho hands him a towel, shaking his head in amusement; as Javier rubs his hands on it, Javier leans over to press a kiss to your cheek. You never saw him be a fan of PDA, nor would you have imagined him to be one. Truthfully, neither were you. But this? You could certainly live with little, sweet gestures like this.

“You’re filthy,” you remark with a certain playfulness in your voice.

Javier reaches for a tall glass of water and winks at you, the reference not passing by him.

“What have you been doing?”

“Cleaned out the garage. And worked a bit on the bike,” Javier clears.

“Oh yeah, forgot to tell you about the old gal,” Chucho chuckles. “Sorry, mijo.”

“It’s alright. I got her cleaned up a bit and I’m gonna rebuild the engine soon.”

“Bike as in… motorbike? Motorcycle?” you ask.

Javier sees the surprised look on your face, the way your brows are upped and that petite line on your forehead that only appears whenever you crinkle it, and he finds it oddly amusing.

“Yes,” he answers. “Had her for years.”

“Her?”

“Yes, her.”

“Should I be concerned? I mean, sounds like you two have a pretty close relationship. I don’t wanna be stepping on anybody’s toes here. Or pedals.”

Chucho puts some of the finished sandwiches on a big plate, leaning towards you. “I’d only be worried if he rides that thing without a helmet.”

You turn back towards Javier. “You’d better not.”

“I won’t.”

“Good boy.”

Javier shakes his head, trying to do everything in his power to not chuckle and smirk at you with all of his family around. But he starts to feel the tingle of being around you, the heat of the day and of his activities finally starting to wear him down, and the water couldn’t quench his thirst.

So he gives you one more telling look, and leans over the kitchen aisle to be closer to you as he says, “Do you want to come to the garage and check her out?”

Luckily you’re down to the last two sandwiches to make, so you rush through that process and place the rest of the batch on another big plate, serving them in the living room for those hungry and you take Javier’s hand as he guides you to the garage.

“I wouldn’t have thought you’re the kind of guy who likes motorcycles,” you tell him somewhat amused.

“Why not?”

“I don’t know, I guess I just never pictured that kind of side to you.”

“Let’s see if you get a clearer picture.”

Javier opens the door to the garage, unveiling several boxes to the side and something under a tarp.

“I’m guessing this is her,” you say, circling the now unveiled motorcycle.

“Yep. Rhonda.”

“Rhonda?”

This is half amusing, half arousing to you and it’s a fascinating combination.

“Yes, Rhonda,” Javier chuckles as well. “You know, cause—a Honda, Rhonda?”

“Yeah, I got that. Love how you brain makes analogies.”

“Hmm, really?”

He inches closer, licking his lips as he’s staring you down.

“Kinda like I associate the word ‘filthy’ with you?” he asks.

“Kind of.”

“Tell you what, how about after lunch, you and I go for a ride and later we can have some dessert?”

Your lips break into a flattered, insatiable smile as you nod at him, all too eager for someone who is usually so calm and collected.

“Sounds perfect.”

It was dead silent after you chugged that glass of water in the kitchen. You even kept the lights off so as to not wake the kids. You had to move swiftly and cautiously, just like you did back when you and Javier were nothing more but fuck buddies, claiming those sweaty encounters meant nothing.

But especially because Javier’s bedroom neighbored Chucho’s. And the last thing either of you needed was his father hearing you two going at it. Though it might come with difficulty, knowing you couldn’t really keep sounds to yourself when it came to Javier’s pleasuring skills.

“Thought I heard someone in here.”

You widen your eyes in slight panic as Chucho appears in the frame. You flash a flustered smile as you try to act inconspicuous.

“I was a bit thirsty,” you apologize. “I hope I didn’t wake you, I know it’s pretty late.”

“Nothin’ to worry about, mija. I was about to go to sleep. But I got to thinking, the holidays are right around the corner. We’d love to have you around for Thanksgiving and Christmas.”

Your eyes widen again, this time in utter surprise. You hadn’t expected such an invitation, and certainly not in that moment.

“Oh! Thank you so much for thinking of me.”

“You can bring up your folks if you’d like to. There’s plenty of us to go around, what’s a few more?”

You exchange laughter with him, feeling a little embarrassed. “Actually, it’s just me. I never had a big family, and… it’s just me now.”

“Well, what happened to your folks?”

You hesitate, realizing that Javier probably didn’t share the tale of your mother, much less your father, but on the one hand you are more than thankful for that.

Chucho glares at you, noticing your facial expression and realizing he might’ve overstepped. He then grabs both your shoulders, smiling at you as he pulls you in for a hug. “We’re here for you if you want. You’re not alone.”

Head resting on his shoulder, you tear up, rummaging the kind words that have just been said to you. The thought of entering a big family, feeling welcomed and cared for and appreciated, it’s making you more emotional than you would’ve anticipated.

“Thank you,” you whisper, pulling yourself together.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For bringing back my son to me.”

You blush, tapping his shoulder playfully. “Stop it or else I’m gonna cry.”

“My apologies, mija. Goodnight.”

You watch Chucho leave the kitchen, the warm and tingly feeling expanding to your extremities. The afternoon’s events are still freshly imprinted on your mind and you’d much rather focus on that than remaining emotional.

Seeing Javier work on his motorcycle, then riding it expertly and flawlessly certainly woke your appetite in ways you considered inconceivable till then. It was true that you hadn’t pegged him as the type of guy who’d drive across states on a bike, all leathered up, stopping for a burger and conversation with other riders, and then hitting the road again, but it sure was a pleasant surprise.

You enter Javier’s bedroom silently, much like a cat ready to pounce on its prey, closing the door gently behind you. Javier is looking out through the window, the moonlight being the only light present.

“Hey,” you whisper sweetly.

He turns, and you notice a bright smile on his face as he approaches you. “Thought you’d never come back to me.”

“Didn’t I always?”

He wraps his arms around you, caressing your back. “You do,” he admits. “It never fails to surprise me.”

“Why?”

“Cause you stayed. In spite of… everything.”

Something about that statement makes your heart ache. You know Javier’s often felt more lonesome than he liked to show, and that you can understand all too well. However, you appreciate the fact that he’s opening up to you more and more.

“Well, I didn’t really have a choice. You know too much about me, you’ve seen me naked… ate food off of me naked… I have to keep you around,” you joke.

And luckily it works; Javier chuckles, playing with the hem of your shirt.

“If you brought some whipped cream from the kitchen, we could do that again,” he teases you.

“I didn’t, unfortunately. But I ran into your dad.”

Javier frowns, pressing pause on caressing your skin beneath the shirt. “Okay…?”

“He invited me here for the holidays.”

“Oh. That’s great. You really hit it off with the family.”

You smile widely. “I’m a delight, of course I did.”

“My great-grandma already asked me, not-so-subtly, when we’re getting married.”

You chuckle, holding him still close to your body.

“And when we’re having kids,” he continues. “Not if. When. You know, no pressure or anything.”

“She’s a sweet lady, give her a break.”

“I forgot how crazy it gets with all of them around. I feel like I need a break from them too.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Hmm, I think someone mentioned something about dessert?”

You smile at one another, eager hands roaming on clothed skin.

“I think you might be right,” you coo.

“But we should be quiet.”

“I can’t make any promises.”

“You have to be quiet.”

“Oh, there’s that biker attitude I heard so much about.”

When his lips press on yours, you melt instantly. It’s then that you realize, with all the family meetings and preparations around, the two of you haven’t had some alone time in weeks. Your hands drop to his zipper, swiftly working against it to remove the jeans standing in his pleasure’s way. As you broke the kiss to ensure more visibility for your wicked mission, Javier smiles at you, already out of breath, and presses his index against his lips to signal you to remain quiet.

“I’m more worried about you being quiet right now,” you slyly tell him.

You guided him towards the bed as Javier laid on it, his legs dangling off the bed. You peppered a trail of wet, hot kisses from his mouth to his cheeks, jaw and neck. Javier was quick to remove his shirt as you teased his happy trail as you palmed him through his underwear, earning a few low grunts from him. When you look up, you notice his gorgeously fucked out face, and you barely touched him yet. But you reckon it’s been a while for you both, so perhaps he was a little more sensitive than usual.

You decide you shouldn’t waste any more time, so you free his erection from the cotton fabric and immediately take him in your mouth, lathering the tip with your tongue. Javier exhales, hardly in control, but forcing himself to remain steady. One loud sound and you’re both done for.

He lets out a throated moan, too coarse for the sound to be properly dispersed throughout the room; one of his hands grip the sheets, the other grips your hair, fisting it in order to not let out any louder noises.

There’s nothing gently about the way you’re sucking him off, and he wouldn’t wanna have it any other way. If all this is because you saw him fix a motorcycle and then go for a ride with him, then he definitely ought to be doing that more.

You feel yourself getting wetter with each additional flick of your tongue against his throbbing cock, and each bop of your head another reminder that your whole body is aching for him, badly. But you do the work, happily, taking him in however much you can, stroking the base of his cock at the same time, enjoying the throaty noises Javier is releasing.

He doesn’t want to cum, not yet anyway; it feels like months since the two of you had any chance to bring pleasure to one another, so he wants to do this just right. Coming down your throat will have to be for another time.

So he fists your hair harder, nearly yanking it so that you release him from your mouth, and you stare at him bewildered. In one swift move, you wake up underneath Javier’s body as he’s kissing his way down your body, struggling to remove your pajamas.

The moment you are bare before him, Javier lays you on your back fully, legs spread for him. He feels an aching hunger to taste you, to make you fall apart in his mouth, and he too decides he doesn’t want to waste any time.

“Are you gonna be quiet?” he asks.

“You know I can’t really do that when you go down on me.”

“Fine. I won’t go down on you then.”

And suddenly he has his finger inside of you, curling daringly and boldly, testing the waters. When you arch your back, fighting back insatiable moans from the burns of your body, inside and out, Javier knows he has your approval, so he pushes in another digit. He’s pumping in and out faster and faster, all the while messily kissing your jaw and lips, taking great pride and joy in the sounds you make and the way they trigger that possessive side of him.

“You really liked my motorcycle this much, baby?” he teases.

“Mhm—“

“Do you really want me this much?”

“Yes, how many times do I have to tell you—“

Smiling in a deviled ecstasy, Javier presses one last kiss on your lips before pulling out, not giving you any chance to reach your climax. Disappointed, you watch in awe as Javier takes the two fingers to his mouth and sucks on them, releasing a grunted mhhmm that nearly has your head spinning.

“No, whyyy?” you whine.

“Cause we both need more than this.”

You can’t argue against that; your breaths get ragged watching him in the moonlight reaching inside the drawer and hastily place the condom on his erection. You spread your legs further, Javier’s mouth nearly watering as he’s jerking the base of his cock, readying himself.

He holds you by the hips as he pushes inside you. The way he slides with ease through your walls, your arousal coating his cock and sending shivers throughout his entire body, it can easily be described as heaven. Maybe it’s the happiness Javier feels knowing his whole family has fallen in love with you just as much as he had, or perhaps it’s the fact that you probably shouldn’t be doing this with the whole family roaming around—especially Chucho right in the next room—but every feeling is amplified; it’s the sweetest, most intoxicating and insatiable poison he has ever had the luxury of tasting.

“Javi—“

“Shhh, we can’t make any sound—“

You nod desperately, feeling Javier’s hips snapping inside you with fervor and speed, clearly chasing both your orgasms. It sure feels sweet and tender, but it carries no shortage of that fiery passion and roughness that brought you together in the first place.

You’re mewling and cooing, biting your lips till they bled so you keep sounds to yourself. Your hand reaches at the back of his neck to pull him down for a sloppy kiss, and in return, Javier’s hand curls around your neck and applies just the right amount of pressure, simultaneously picking up the pace.  

 “F-Fuck—fuck, I love you—“Javier whispers with a little grunt.

His thrust get sloppier, just as the previous kiss did, and faster as well, and you can tell he’s close, but so are you. It has been a while, you remind yourself.

“I love you too,” you whisper fleetingly.

“Mhm—look at me, please… please.”

He sounds utterly broken, in a complete need for you, and you couldn’t love that more. His hand still around your throat like a necklace, you reach to grab both his shoulders, holding onto them as he pushes himself inside you as fast as he can, and mere seconds later, you feel his muscles tighten under your touch, his body shaking as he stops, riding out his orgasm. You reach to play with your clit, still feeling him throbbing inside you, and Javier gathers whatever strength he has left to thrust again, helping you reach your orgasm.

And you do. When it washes you over, drowning you in pleasure and love and warmth, Javier’s hand is over your mouth to prevent you from screaming. He leans down with his whole body, so much so that he’s fully sheathed in you and his cock nearly hits your cervix, and kisses you tenderly, waiting for you to settle down.

Then you bite his lower lip, rubbing your nose against his.

“Better each time we practice, huh?” he smiles.

“We sure are,” you agree.

He’s barely moving inside you, just enough to let you feel him close, as intimately as possible.

“I’m pretty impressed you actually kept it quiet,” he tells you coyly.

You jokingly slap him away, and just then he pulls out, getting rid of the condom and bringing a wet towel for you.

“So. The holidays. What do you think?”

You raise your eyebrows at him, pleasantly surprised again.

“It’s not like I have other plans, so… I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.”

“After everything we’ve done and been through, we might actually have to stick together just to prevent some stuff from coming out.”

You chuckle, resting on his chest underneath the covers. It’s silent and peaceful, serene in its simple way of simply being, unlike the lives you’ve led for the past few years. It feels rewarding, too. Like you finally get to rest.

“I’ll be here,” you tell him reassuringly.

“Good. Cause my great-grandma likes to cook for the whole town, so we’ll need all the help we can get.”

You peck his cheek, cuddling up closer to him. “Do you think we can go on another ride tomorrow?”

“You wanna go out there with Rhonda again?”

“Well, if we’re gonna be in a threeway, best her than someone else.”

This time Javier chuckles, an earthy, healthy sound that tickles your ears. If anything, you’re just glad you can bring Javier some serenity after all that time.

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Epidemiology of the Raven's Blood

Part 0: Prologue

Realistically, the blood does things because it's convenient to the plot of the anime, and no deeper thought needs to be put in than that. However, while it does explain inconsistencies in its writing, it's boring and not fun to my pattern-seeking brain. I like to piece together coherent internal logic to stuff in fiction, even if I know the authors themselves didn't think that hard about it. It's fun to me!

At the same time, Princess Tutu's meta-fictional conceit does give us some wiggle room to borrow the Doylist understanding and smuggle it back into a Watsonian explanation. So...

In-universe, I think, the purpose of the Raven’s Blood can be understood as a plot device to easily convert a separate “character” and their body into a narrative extension of the Raven; that this is why Drosselmeyer would write it into the logic of his story. Bored of a character you introduced previously and want to heighten the stakes? They're a toadie of the Raven now. And when we go a level down in fictionality...

To the Raven, other living things exist to be exploited. The only use you can have, beyond being a meal, is being a pawn who can get it what it wants – and what it wants is to consume. Like some ancient castle-bound vampire or wicked dragon, its power and intelligence are ultimately in service of a simple predatory desire. If you are neither edible nor manipulable, you are simply a nuisance.

Diseases and parasites will manipulate pain and pleasure, fear and love, the body and the brain. But while a real disease or parasite’s goal in psychological and physiological manipulation is to reproduce, to turn the infected into a means by which to spread itself to new hosts... the Raven's curse is uninterested in this. What matters, to the Raven, is that the cursed becomes a minion and a pawn, who can bring its prey closer to its own mouth.

Part 1: Lay All Your Love On Me

Part 2: Serving Your Heart On A Platter

I’m sure you’ve heard of a sickness that feeds predators their prey. Toxoplasmosis, for example makes male rats as horny and lovesick over the smell of cat urine as they are at the scent of female rats, switching the pathways of fear and desire, to lure them into being devoured. The pathways between the two run parallel, you see. For the infected, every cat becomes a succubus, a siren, a beautiful creature calling its prey to their willing doom. And, if the parasite gets what it wants, this is how the rat dies.

       Why am I talking about this? Because Mytho starts talking about feeding himself to birds literally the day that his symptoms start presenting, in episode 14.

It’s true he’s saying this while antagonizing Fakir, so one could also brush it off as him just Saying Shit to make his roommate as uncomfortable as possible. But also – we know what the Raven wants, in the end.

For most of season 2, however, Raven!Mytho doesn’t continue to talk about feeding himself to crows. He’s mostly focused on seducing sacrifices, manipulating public opinion, having meltdowns about not being loved enough, and being petty to Fakir and Kraehe. His sense of self-preservation (in as much as Mytho has ever had one, cough) seems genuinely intact for episodes 15 through 21. If Mytho is feeling weirdly giggly about getting eaten during that timespan, he’s doing an awfully good job of hiding it.

And then Mytho starts molting into a crow monster at the end of episode 21, and the rat toxoplasmosis symptoms kicks back in.

(We're not told what he's smiling about here in episode 22, but the next episode, episode 23, makes it obvious:)

This does seem likely to be a Mytho-specific symptom; Rue shows no sign of this. The Raven has been particularly invested in eating Mytho’s heart for a long time, after all; Mytho’s job as the Raven’s doordash delivery guy was always going to be temporary even if he hadn’t beeninterrupted every time. It’s entirely possible that other people could end up with this “symptom” too, but we never see it.

The fact that Raven!Mytho proceeds to acts so strangely cuddly after telling Kraehe she’s an ugly fuck (but also that he needs her love) feels somehow related to this enthusiasm for getting eaten by crows. His voice delivery in the Japanese audio for the heart/lips/blood line sounds…  …I hate to say this.

It sounds like he thinks a crow girl ripping out his heart and touching it onto her mouth is really hot.

(Yea, of course she's shaped like an uggo human (and he's in the process of moulting into a majestic raven and he's sosososo excited for that) - but hey, she's technically a crow as far as he knows, and she has black feathers....)

(And while regular!Mytho seems negative to neutral about that in season 1, Raven!Mytho only ever complimented Kraehe for having crow-like qualities.)

Anyways! In Mytho's final state under the Raven's Blood, he immediately obeys the Raven's orders to be devoured, completely ignoring Rue and Tutu's pleas.

...You know, until the Fairytale Confession of Love, because this is a magical curse and it is a fairytale.

Part 3 and Part 4 are not ready yet but are in the works. See you soon.