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A Little Murderess °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･❀*

❀ female!murderer!reader x poly!ghostface ❀

Part 6 // 3.5k words

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Warnings: stalking, breaking and entering, graphic descriptions of murder, homophobic slur (once), details of dismemberment.

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Summary: You've just moved to a new town after the death of your little brother and stepfather with your mother. You're not ashamed of what you do to cope with the deaths; especially when you make two new friends who you might have more in common with than you thought...

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He hadn’t called. He apologized for it at school, telling you that Sidney called, and keeping up appearances, he couldn’t leave her hanging. He told you he’d come by tonight, or perhaps call, but to keep an eye and ear out for him. You promised you would.

The first time your phone rang after Billy left was Tatum, confirming your presence at her house on Friday night—two days away. Agreeing, you wrote down her address, and wrote down a shopping list of supplies you’d need to have in order for it to be, in Tatum’s own words, a successful sleepover. A list including alcohol, weed, and nearly every movie with Tom Cruise in it.

The second time your phone rang was Ghostface, though you weren’t quite sure which one it was at first. The tone was dull and inviting, which initially led you to believe it was Billy, but one key detail led you to correctly guessing Stu—the slang.

“Dammit, he was right,” The voice changer off, Stu was clearly upset. “I guess I do have a way of talking.”

“Everyone does, Stu, it’s called dialect,” You tell him, but he ignores you, continuing to rant about how he doesn’t understand that people can figure out who you are based on what kind of language you use, or how you use it. “It’s kind of like how different actors can play different roles without coming across as the same person. It’s how people speak.”

“So like, how Johnny Depp is in fucking…Edward Scissorhands, and is also in Freddy’s Dead?”

“Kind of. You don’t think of Edward when you’re watching Glen on screen, do you?”

“No, I just see the character.”

“Exactly, it’s because the characters are fundamentally different from one another. You and Billy may operate on the same wavelength, but you two still have characteristics that make y’all unique.”

“Oh. I got it,” You giggled, and Stu joined in for a second. “Sorry, I’m kind of stupid.”

“Is that what Stu stands for?” You teased, and you could practically feel Stu’s comeback.

“No, it stands for Smart Terrific Unit,” He confidently confided. “And it means my parents definitely love me.”

“Do they have resentment towards you or something?”

“A bit, yeah. Ever since my younger sister died. My older siblings moved out of the house, and they kind of distanced themselves from it, too. They didn’t want to be home, they didn’t want to be near me.”

“Was her death your fault?”

“Not really, no. I was just being a negligent older brother, that’s all,” Stu chuckled a bit, but you knew it sounded kind of sad. You hadn’t realized that Stu had actually had to deal with death before, death with someone that he loved.

“My brother died,” You confided. “Not too long ago. And my stepfather. My biological father killed both of them, and then my mother shot him in self-defense.”

“Is that why you started…?”

“Yes, it is. As a form of control more than anything. I guess I just was tired of feeling powerless, so I started to take the power away from people, even if they had nearly nothing. It made me feel better, and it still does. I’m not sorry for it,” You tell him, and you could tell that this was the sort of conversation Stu hadn’t had in a very, very long time.

“So does that mean you won’t stop?”

“I don’t know,” You confessed. “I might, I might not. Not right now, that’s for sure, but once I’m older…who knows? I might become the world’s most prolific serial killer.”

“Naw, that’s the title Billy and I are after. Ghostface is gonna rule the world.” Billy and him. The terrific two. The dynamic duo. The terrifying twins. They weren’t including you in their plans. You felt something like sadness. “What if I joined in?”

“What, you start killing like us? Wearin’ the mask and shit?”

“Yeah, just for a few kills. What if we start planning massive kills, together, and confuse crowds? It’s not like we’re going to get caught if we’re careful.”

“We’d have to run it by Billy, the dickwad likes to control everything,” Stu laughed, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Maybe this weekend after the Slumber Party Massacre?”

“Sure, we’ll run it by him. I don’t see the harm in that—but there’s gonna be harm later.”

“Are you excited to kill Tatum? Do you have a motive?”

“Not really—just peer pressure. I’m far too sensitive. She’s also a bitch and a whore—she cares too much about her appearance and reputation to be anything other than a shallow cunt.”

“Why date her?”

“Get close to Sid and ‘em. Y’know that’s who we’re after, right? Sid. Tatum’s murder is just gonna be because she’s friends with the wrong kind of people.”

“What are we gonna do with Randy?” “Randy?” Stu mused. “Billy’s got something in mind for him. I guess Bill doesn’t like how close Randy’s gotten to you, and if I’m being honest, I don’t either.”

“Oh? What do you mean?”

“He looks at you like you’re a goddamn fleshlight,” Stu deadpanned, his tone flat. “And I, personally, do not like it.”

“Is there any reason?” You twirled the phone cord around your finger, liking the way this conversation was going.

“If there was, I’m not telling you,” Stu said decidedly. You decided you wouldn’t push him to answer you—if Billy’s display to you earlier was anything to go off of, both killers had a particular spot in their hearts for you, and you were going to use that to your advantage, even if you knew, deep down, you had feelings for them as well.

“Ah. Well, Billy said he’d call me tonight, and I guess I kind of owe him that,” You tell him, and you could sense Stu’s tension.

“Why not just meet up with both of us tonight?” He asked, and you had to stifle a laugh.

“My mom would fucking slaughter me,” You tell him, and he kind of made a small whining noise at the other end of the phone. “If you want, you can come over.”

“I might take you up for that,” Stu said, and you weren’t sure if he was entirely joking. “Might even bring Billy.”

“And what would we even do? Plan a murder?”

“Pay our pal Randy a little visit.”

•❃°•°❀°•°❃•

It was nearly a quarter to one in the morning when you, Billy, and Stu finally all met up at your house. Billy brought the famed ladder, and he and Stu climbed up to your window, where you let them in. This time, both of the boys brought bookbags filled with things you knew were instruments to aid their destruction. You had the same thing as well.

“As you know, Stu and I are Ghostface,” Billy began, and Stu looked like he was trying to stop himself from laughing. “And you’re going to become one of us.”

“Is this a fucking cult?” You playfully asked, and Billy hushed you.

“Now, you’re going to prove yourself to Stu and I tonight. Randy’s home alone, and will be for the next three days. Tonight, you will go and kill Randy, by methods Stu and I employed to Casey and her boyfriend. If the murder is successful, you’ll be allowed to wear one of these,” Billy pulled a mask out of the bag, and another identical one. Stu took out his mask, and started aiming it around like a slingshot. “Don’t dick off with those, Stu, I don’t know if I can find other ones.”

“Lighten up, they’re like five bucks a pop,” He aimed it at Billy and let go, but surprisingly, Billy caught it.

“You’ve lost mask privileges tonight, Stuart,” Billy said, pocketing the mask. “Anyways, you’re going to kill Randy, and we’re going to guide you through what to do. These ain’t your normal killings, they’re fun, gruesome, and belong in a movie of their very own.”

“In other words, you’re Michael Myers wannabes with a phone connection?”

“No—we’re artists,” Stu collapsed on your bed, his shoes on your comforter. You held your tongue from saying anything, even though you wanted to scream at him to get off your bed with his musty crusty dusty ass shoes on it.

“Okay, so what? Am I going to prank call Randy, freak him out, torture him, chase him around a bit, cut him up, scare him to death, then stab him and take his organs out and hang them on the clothesline?”

“Something like that, sure,” Billy eyed you, not suspiciously, but carefully. Wondering to see how you’d fair tonight. He knew you weren’t an amater killer, hell, you’ve done it more times than he and Stu. But he knew yours lacked fanfare. Yours lacked style. You were a teenager with a knife, they were teenagers with a cunning plan. And now you were involved in this plan, and he wanted to see if you were capable of doing your duty and making this plan succeed.

“We’ll start heading out a two, I want to kill him at roughly three-thirty,” You suggested, and the two of them nodded. “What do you want to do in the meantime?”

“Get to know you better, babe,” Stu slung his arm around you jokingly, but surprisingly to him, you didn’t move. You watched Billy carefully as you did this, noticing the peculiar glance in his eyes that made you realize that perhaps, Billy had feelings for multiple people in your bedroom.

“We could watch a movie,” You offered, and Billy shook his head.

“Nothing interesting. You’d put on some fucked up 20’s movie knowing you,” He clicked his tongue twice, indicating that he’d thought of something. “What about we play spin the bottle?”

“There’s three of us, that’s a party game,” You pointed out, giggling. Stu nudged you, indicating that you should shut up, or perhaps suggest something different that didn’t involve kissing. “Truth or dare?”

“That’s a girl’s game,” Stu wrinkled his nose in disgust, moving his arm from you. He got up, and trodded towards Billy, and flung his arms around him. “We’re men.”

“You’re a fag,” Billy deadpanned, but he didn’t move. Stu hung off of him like a deadweight, yet Billy did not attempt to remove the boy. You curiously stared at them.

“Maybe we could bake?”

“Isn’t your mother home?” Billy asked, and you shook your head.

“You two suck at stalking. She’s gone tonight, she’s out with some dude. I don’t know who he is, though, and quite frankly don’t care. She’s out of my shit and I stay far away from hers.”

“We kind of gave up on you,” Stu admitted, and Billy hit him in the back of the head.

“Don’t admit shit like that, idiot,” Billy said. He turned towards you. “Don’t worry about him, doll. He’s just a little talkative when there’s murder in the room.”

“Right. Well, wanna see my knife collection?” You offered, and the boys looked like they’d just won the lottery.

“Hell yes!” Stu lept up from his sulking place, and ran over to your side. Billy joined you two as you opened the doors of your closet, revealing two swords hung up on the wall, and a bin full of knives, all with their sheaths on.

“Holy fuck.”

“You really are the Knife Girl,” Billy said, his tongue in his cheek. You hadn’t seen the expression on the boy’s faces before, but you assumed it was as close to pure joy as they could feel.

“No shit, I didn’t get that nickname for nothing,” You stepped away, letting them look at the blades in awe. “I don’t kill with the majority of those.” They didn’t seem to care, though. You watched as they took blade after blade, finding the ones that best suited their hands, finding the ones that were pretty or sharpest or the ones that you most liked. They found your murder blades, the knife they got you, and all sorts of other sharp objects. They liked it. You could tell this was an intimate moment for the three of you.

•❃°•°❀°•°❃•

Three rapidly approached, and the three of you had to start moving to Randy’s house for that night’s murder. Dressed in the Ghostface gear, you clumsily went down the ladder, nearly tripping at a few parts. The long robes of the killer costume was a tripping hazard, and you briefly wondered why they hadn’t mentioned it, until you remembered you were using Stu’s robes, and he was nearly a foot taller than you. It wasn’t a hazard for them.

You crept through the night, joining the boys in the backseat of Stu’s car, and started your drive to Randy’s. The car was silent, but the boys were in their element, though nobody dared to speak a word. Everyone knew the familiar buzz you’d get before you took a life. It was something that was addicting, and you knew it with every bone in your body. You relished the feeling of taking life, and you knew that Billy and Stu felt the exact same way.

You pulled up to the house, which was a small two-story one situated on top of a hill. The flowerbeds were neat and tidy, the house a light white color. The front porch lights were on, and you could see the light on in what you assumed to be Randy’s room.

“Call him,” Stu whispered, handing you the phone. You dialed Randy’s number, surprised that you remembered it at all. “And make sure the voice changer is on.”

You did as you were told, and began your speech to make Randy afraid. Terrified. You could hear his amusement at first, when you asked him his favorite horror movie. You could hear the first tremblings of his breathing when you asked if his bedroom was the one with the light on. You could hear the pounding of his heart as you knocked on the back door, and you could hear how he was absolutely afraid when you, Billy, and Stu knocked from different entrances.

“Get the fuck away from my house,” Randy’s voice was shaky, and you knew you struck a chord with him. “Get the fuck away before you get hurt.”

“Funny thing to say when you’re the one who wants to die.” You taunted, and threw a rock at the window, breaking it. You could hear the yelp on Randy’s end even without the phone. “Randy, do you want to play a game?”

“What the fuck do you want man—what the fuck,” Randy’s desperate pleas on the other end excited you, made you drunk with power. You were in control of the variables here. And Billy and Stu were here to guide you.

“Play a game with me, Randy,” You hear him move in the house, grabbing a kitchen knife. If there was any chance of getting injured, you knew Billy or Stu would step in. They didn’t want to see you get hurt. “Let’s play hide and go seek. If I find you, you die. I’ll count to…hm, let’s see. Is forty seconds enough? Yes, I’ll count to forty seconds. If you hide and I do not find you, you win. If I find you, you’re dead.”

“What the hell,” You could hear Randy crying at the other end, but you didn’t care. You enjoyed this with every fiber of your being, and you wanted to keep this going as long as possible. Stu looked at you, and slipped his mask on. Part two of the plan.

Randy stood no chance of surviving. Realistically, there were far too many of you and only one of him, and he had no experience with anything of this caliber before. One of you would enter the house through each of the entrances, and once you found Randy, you were to whoop or holler or make some kind of noise to alert the others. Once the others are alerted, the three of you are to kill Randy at once, a frenzy of attack.

The third part of the plan was stringing his insides out on the clothing line. This was your added touch, a small detail of gruesome carnage that made Billy swear he would have kissed you right there and then.

You had the front door, and you carefully went inside. The house was still, silent. You paid attention to try and hear any breathing. There weren’t many hiding spots, and you knew Randy might’ve gotten creative. You prayed that one of the boys found where Randy was.

Luck was not on your side. You whooped as you spotted Randy ducked behind a couch, and the two other whoops let you know they were on their way. Scuttling out from behind the couch, Randy tried to attack you with a knife, but you tripped him, causing him to fall. The knife fell from his grip, and you kicked it away from his reach.

Your knife went down on him nearly at once, right in the shoulder blade. Deep. It was joined by a second knife, Billy’s, which was aimed at the back of his neck. Stu was only a few seconds later, plunging his knife into the other shoulder. You started to take your knife out, twisting as you went, Randy’s screams and cries of horror and pain motivating you to do more. You started to stab at his back, hearing the cracking of his ribs encouraged you to do more. Still alive, you heard Randy’s breathing take a sharp inhale as you stepped on his back with all of your strength, lodging your knife deeper within his body. Billy tapped you on the shoulder. Phase three.

You took your knife out of Randy, which took some effort, and you and Stu flipped him over. Randy was still alive, barely moving as Stu undressed him. Completely naked, Randy’s eyes were like a deer’s as Billy placed his knife right above a nest of pubic hair, but then stopped, and looked at you, as if to tell you that this was going to be your kill. You put your knife where Billy’s was just moments ago, relishing the feeling of having someone under your mercy like this. The boys watched as you slowly started to carve your way through Randy’s body, and Randy started to move his arms down to stop you. Billy and Stu lodged their knives in his arms, trapping him to the floor. You made a cut across Randy’s body, and then made the killing blow: ripping his throat out, leaving the blood splatter to the floor. Upon the death of Randy, Billy was the first to speak.

“Do you want to gut him or will Stu and I?”

“I’d like to help,” You said, already starting to poke around in the chest cavity with your blade. “After all, doing laundry is a woman’s job.”

“Spoken like a real one,” Stu joked, and joined you with poking in Randy’s body. You two cut out his stomach and intestines, and handed them to Billy, who put them in a yellow laundry basket that he found upstairs while you were searching for Randy just moments before. Various parts of Randy made it in the basket, including his heart, but Billy took it out of the basket.

“We should leave this in his parent’s room, don’t you think?” The grin on his face was sinister, and you nodded alongside Stu. Billy chuckled, putting the basket on the floor. “Finish gutting him. I’m going to set up a surprise for the happy couple.”

You and Stu did as you were told, finishing emptying Randy’s body. You weren’t sure of their plan with the main body, just that your job was now in action. Stu finished up, placing the last organ in the basket. You stood up, shaking the blood off of your robes and taking the basket to the backyard, where you hung them up with clothespins.

Stu, meanwhile, was carefully arranging a flower display in the corpse of Randy. He was giggling as he did this, moving the body to lay on the couch, and adding the displays of flowers Randy’s mother kept around the house in the chest cavity.

Billy was upstairs, arranging Randy’s heart on a silver platter, with a fork and a knife on either side of the plate. He joined the two of you downstairs, inspecting the handiwork.

“I think we’ve got ourselves a new partner,” Billy said, watching you hang the intestines up. “She’s good.”

“I like her,” Stu said, giving Billy a small kiss on the cheek. Billy nodded, and placed one on Stu’s forehead. “She’s got balls.”

“She’s going to need them for Friday’s murder,” Billy stepped outside. “We’re going to go, alright?”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” You grinned at them, and the three of you went in the car, taking the stuffy robes off. You weren’t quite sure how Tatum or Sidney would react to the death of Randy, but you sure as hell were looking forward to the publicity of the body. Your handiwork was going to be on television. A dream come true for a girl like you.

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𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐃𝐘𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐁, 𝐎𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍 𝐀��𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐇

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Euronymous X Female!Reader

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Nope

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Øystein’s hair needs a touch up…

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Possibly some language

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𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 766 words.

Y/n and Euronymous were walking through the hair dye aisle at the grocery store, trying to find the darkest black box dye available.

“None of these look dark enough,” Euronymous said as he looked at all the boxes.

“How about this one?” Y/n suggested holding up a box which read ‘True Black hair dye’.

“What does the back say?” He asked as he continued scanning the shelves.

“Pure black dye. Leave it for an hour and a half. Wash out with lukewarm water. And then it should be good,” she read.

“Okay, get that one then,” He said.

𖤐back at Helvete𖤐

“Do you really trust your girlfriend to dye your hair?” Faust laughed as he inspected the boxes.

“I trust her with anything and everything,” Euronymous replied as Y/n walked back into the room.

“Be careful, Faust, or one day you’ll wake up with short, pink hair,” Y/n smiled sarcastically at Faust.

“You wouldn’t dare!” He gasped.

“Oh, but I would,” Y/n smiled as she pulled a pair of scissors from under the cash register.

“Okay, Edward Scissorhands, put the weapon down,” Euronymous laughed and picked up the dye box.

“Need help?” Y/n offered.

“Yes, please,” He replied.

Euronymous sat on the floor in front of the toilet while Y/n mixed the dye in the bottle.

“You will have to walk around Helvete with the wet dye in your hair, you know?” Y/n said.

“You’re funny. I’ll sit in my office,” he replied.

“What and leave Faust to the customers?” Y/n laughed, causing Faust to hold up his middle finger in her direction.

“He’ll be okay for a bit,” Euronymous shrugged.

“Okay, then. Now stay still while I put the dye on.”

As Y/n was applying the dye, she was humming along to the music that was blasting through the store. Euronymous on the other hand, was fidgeting like a chihuahua on red bull and steroids. The shop was quieter than usual today, only a few customers visiting — most just coming for a look around and then leaving.

Faust, like always, spent most of the time watching a horror movie on his tv. Y/n finished helping Euronymous with his hair and then put the plastic bag they got from the grocery store on his hair.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Euronymous freaked out.

“Making sure you don’t get hair dye everywhere because I still have some dye on my couch from last time I helped you,” Y/n replied as she tied a knot in the back, “okay, pretty princess, go to your office. Me and Faust can handle the shop.”

Euronymous did as he was told and went straight to his office, locking the door behind him. Y/n went behind the counter which Faust took as a green card to sit and watch the movie.

A few customers came into the store during the hour, some buying Burzum, some buying Metallica and others buying mainstream rock. I checked the clock one last time before going to Euronymous’s door and knocking, “It’s time to wash the dye out.”

He opened the door and went immediately to the toilet.

“Put your head over the sink, stupid,” Y/n rolled her eyes.

“How was I supposed to know?” He replied.

“Fucking educated guess in the fact that we’re washing the dye out,” she laughed.

Euronymous didn’t reply but put his head over the sink while Y/n got out the shampoo and took the bag off of Øystein’s head. She started running the taps and filled a cup up with water, pouring it over his head.

“Fuck its cold!” He almost yelped.

“Shut up or it’ll take longer than necessary,” She rolled her eyes.

Y/n continued washing his hair and washed it with the shampoo and conditioner provided in the box before giving it one last rinse, turning the tap off and wrapping his hair in a towel.

She walked Euronymous back to his office and sat him on his chair and started massaging his hair and scalp with the towel. Y/n immediately felt him relax under her touch, his usual rigid posture and ‘idgaf’ attitude changed to a serene and soothed posture. Once she was finished with her massage, she threw the damp towel on the floor and sat on Euronymous’s lap.

“You’re too good for this world, djevelen min,” he kissed her cheek and held her close.

“You make it all okay,” she kissed his lips lightly, resting her forehead on his.

“Jeg elsker deg,” he whispered.

“Jeg elsker deg også.”

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velvet-paradox · 1 year

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Tactile

Fandom: Edward Scissorhands AU

Pairing: Edgar Scissorhands (Timothée Chalamet) x Female reader

Summary: (look friends, I don't even know ok I got an idea and I'm running with it so... without further ado I'm giving you this FREE of charge) In which Edgar Scissorhands (college aged son of Kim and Edward bc I said so) has gotten himself a crush. I was inspired by that commercial from like two years ago.

Length: not too bad; kinda short before we get to the meat of the story

Warnings: eventual friends to lovers, nothing risqué, some strong language.

P.S. I imagine he listens to Artic Monkey's (in general but "Love is a Laserquest" album & acoustic version for sure)

Chapter I

Now I Can't Think of There Without Thinking of You

Edgar Scissorhands envied those with actual bone-in appendages. Not for the reason you would think plausible, let's face it, his were made of metal and jagged shapes; no flesh until the wrist. He was jealous because you could twist and bend them, gnaw on the nailbeds and cuticles when you got nervous or times got tough. If he did that he'd cut up his mouth like a piss poor homage to the late and ever great Heath Ledger. Instead, anxious chewing was lost on him. A shitty replacement was his twitching blades.

He drowned out the sound, custom to his ears but he did feel them open and cut a little faster when you'd walk into class. Always five minutes late. He noticed that right away. It was funny this class, Linguistics. Edgar wasn't known for big conversations, long winded explanations about things he found absolutely fascinating and yet here he was, learning.

Professor Deetz, ruddy faced and of course in one of his wool sweaters gave him quite the look when he gingerly placed book at his desk. Eyeing him and quite possibly picturing the pages torn and ripped to shreds by his hands, a pricy investment lost on a college boy with curly hair sheepish smile.

Edgar was always careful with things, he'd poked his way through plenty of things over the years, he knew to be tender with even the thickest of volumes. He enjoyed books, they were stationary and calm, not the jittering and explosive surrounding that colleges, community or state.

His hazel eyes shot over to you on the opposite side of the rounded classroom, you dropped your keys down the tiled steps. They slipped and rolled, clanged and gathered speed causing Professor Deetz to stop mid sentence, mouth agape and watched them come to a final tumble at his feet. You yelped out a sorry and took off after them. Edgar bit back a smile as you apologized again and again as you ran back up to your seat.

His other classes were just as interesting; Law. International Relations. Theatre Arts. But... the class he shared with you was far more exciting. For the simple fact that you were there. No, you weren't some boisterous sorority recruiter or a cheer captain, you didn't play sports but you went to all the games. Face paints and school sprit, college colors striped overalls or hand painted jackets. You radiated something he hadn't experienced yet and the glass ceiling of his feelings, the stained corners were beginning to show color.

"Hi!"

Edgar jumped at his spot on the bus stop bench when you sat down extremely close. Your knees were touching. And you were smiling and smelled incredible.

"Oh uh, hi." He mumbled, wary of your intentional (maybe, unintentional... he didn't really decipher) eye contact.

"I didn't scare you did I?"

"A little."

"Sorry about that," you apologized, touching his arm (she's touching me she'stouchingmeshe'stouching--) for a second. "I don't have a sense of timing."

"Is that why you're always late on Tuesdays?" Edgar could've poked himself in the leg for that. He didn't mean it, it just sort of crawled out and sat on his lap.

You laughed. "You noticed, huh? I'm kind of scatterbrained sometimes. I mean I set several alarms and I don't think I've ever been exactly on time for anything," you shrugged, a gust of middle of the road, neither cold or hot breeze wafted your perfume or lotion or whatever it was that clung to you filled his tank a little bit more. "My mom says I'll probably be late for my own funeral. And she's probably right!"

Edgar smiled and nodded. His usual M.O. He wasn't good with small talk. Or big talk. Any kind of one on one interaction was a bit of an Olympic sport.

"Did you read through the rest of the curriculum yet?"

"Not yet."

"There's a two person project for the final," instant panic settled into his marrow. "You wanna' be partners?"

"You wanna' be my partner?" Edgar had never been picked first for anything team related. He was paired with Victor in the fifth grade for a piñata making project though, his name being called first. He supposed that might count.

"Yeah why not? You're a decent guy, right Edgar? And not to sound gossipy but," you moved closer and the tiny little hairs on the back of his neck tickled when you spoke. "Some of the others are kinda' on the clique-y side."

You wiggled your eyebrows and that made his scalp tingle. He agreed.

"Great! So do you need a ride, partner?"

"Where?"

"Where are you going?"

"Oh. Um I work after class. Tuesday, Thursday and Saturdays."

"Oh yeah? Where at?" You asked. Genuinely asked and he was getting used to looking at you this close up.

"Um the uh Chop, Chop, Go. It's in Jingle Bell Square in Christmas Town."

"I've never been there."

"Oh you should!" Edgar stopped himself, a smile of his own stretching across his face. He hid his mouth out of instinct, shaking a little when you unprovoked and casually grabbed the blades of what would be his last two fingers.

"Then I will. But don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Don't hide your excitement about something. If you like it, you like it. And you have a nice smile." You added, bumping shoulders before standing. He didn't even realize you had a skateboard until the wheels clacked against the cement.

"See ya' around Edgar," you pushed off, steadying yourself before you expertly called back over your shoulder. "Have a good day at work!”

Edgar leaned foreword on the bench watching you skate away, making it across the street before the light changed. He smiled to himself. He was dumbfounded because you’d just asked him if he needed a ride, as in you had a car not a skateboard. He fondly looked down at the bench, only seconds had passed but he already was beginning to miss your company. He put his hand there as if he could feel your heat.

As the bus pulled up, he scanned his bus pass on his hip to the driver and sat down. He watched the bench disappear out of view.

At least he wouldn't have to relive his first day anymore, the way the STOP pully to get off transit snapped under his scissors had the passengers ducking and diving out of the way. The driver was not happy about that.

And just his luck, that same driver was the one to pick him that evening too when his mom had been too late to pick him up. Another one of her meetings gone on too long after his shift had ended.

He didn't mind it then and he didn't mind it now.

He had something to look forward to.

He had a feeling that he wouldn't be able to think of anything other you at the stop now and the foreseeable future.

Edgar did in fact have a good day. He managed not to get yelled at again for constructing a towering salad instead of a plain bowl filling one. It was simple work with his blades, he could get customers in and out at lightning speed. Though the clean up was quite the hassle. You know; scissors for hands and all. Wooden handles weren't the best option.

"You seem in a chipper mood then when you left this morning." His mother Kim announced, tired but still on her feet with a bright smile. Always.

"Good day, I guess."

"You guess?" she laughed, holding up the door open for him and securing his seatbelt before running around the front and getting back into her seat. "Honey you're practically glowing!"

"Like I said," Edgar shrugged with a smirk. "I had a good day."

“Well whatever it is hon, I’m glad it happened to you.” She said after giving his shoulder a tender squeeze then pulled out of the parking lot.

Edgar was too.

Tagging: @synnersaint

#timothée chalamet imagine #timothee chalamet #edgar scissorhands #edgar scissorhands imagine #edgar scissorhands x female reader

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jaesqueso · 2 years

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Feline Instinct

pairing: barista!ten x werecat female!reader (feat taeyong, yangyang and briefly the 7th sense line)

summary: He always loved cats and he seemed to have an hypnotising attraction to you, could the two be related?

for the Neo CreaTures collab by the incredible @raibebe ❤

word count: 8,655

warnings: suggestive but no actual description of anything, marking, mentions of heat and mating, lil bit of angst and too much fluff

a/n: why did this take forever to finish? anyways, rai I love you, I’m sorry this is so late T_T was going to have smut but already too long and fluffy to include, hope ya’ll enjoy it! ❤

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

As Ten opens his eyes the pounding in his head makes him hide inside the covers. What the hell did he drink yesterday that got him this wasted?

Slowly flashes of last night go through his mind. It was halloween. He got in his Edward Scissorhands outfit and drank a few beers with his friends before they head out to a party. More drinks, more friends. People in weird costumes, people in sexy costumes and… Her. Oh, he remembers her. The cutest kitten outfit he’s ever seen. And he went up and talked to her. ‘How embarrassing’ he thought. But he remembers her smiling as they talked. And then he left to go home, but wait… She came home with him! He can now recall the messy kisses and the hands all over each other. And she insisted on keeping the ears and the skirt with the tail as they fooled around in his bed, ‘kinky’ he thought. But hold up. She fell asleep in his arms. Is she here?

Carefully he peeks through the sheets only to find no one around. Half of him is relieved that she won’t see the mess he’s in right now but the other half can’t help but be disappointed not to wake up by her side.

Getting up, he heads to the shower. As the water falls down his back he can feel his skin burning. Turning his back to the bathroom mirror he widens his eyes seeing the scratch marks all over, damn this girl was on fire!

He can’t stop thinking about her and the way their bodies moved in sync the previous night. He’s sure he needs to be with her again, but he doesn’t even know her name, how’s he going to find her?

Ten gets dressed and walks to the kitchen to get some food, but first he goes outside to put out something for the stray cats in his street. Meow’s fill the air as he gets outside.

“Good morning lovelies.” He smiles as he pours out some milk for the hungry little animals.

He watches them for a few minutes before turning to head back inside to have his own breakfast but one of the cats grabs his attention.

“You’re new around here aren’t you?” He picks the kitten up and observes its shiny fur and a soft pink collar. “We got a little run away don’t we?”

His heart melts as the little cat rubs its head on his hand, purring. He tries searching its collar and the heart shaped pendant but there’s no name, no number, nothing. He decides to leave it for now but if in a few days the kitten is still around he’ll definitely try to find its owner, they must be worrying sick, he knows he would.

Later that day he goes out to meet his friends.

“The man of the moment arrives!” Johnny shouts and everybody cheers and laughs as Ten enters the room.

“Dude, did you actually score?” Mark asks.

“Is that even a question?” Jaehyun grins. “Of course he did, look at the smile on his face!”

Ten scratches the back of his head in embarrassment, unable to stop the corners of his lips from curling up.

“I don’t know man, he was pretty drunk.” Mark shrugs his shoulders.

“Just let him talk.” Doyoung shushes the others and then turns to Ten. “Did you get lucky or not?”

“Well…” They all lean forward as he starts. “I did.”

The boys celebrate as if these were the news of the century.

“Oh c’mon guys, it’s not that big of a deal.” Ten tries to tone things down.

“Not a big deal?” Mark widens his eyes.

“Don’t you know who that was?” Doyoung is incredulous.

“Hm, should I?” Ten’s confused.

“Not to scare you but that’s Taeyong’s cousin.” Jaehyun almost whispers.

“Wait, do you mean the one he’s very protective about?” Ten’s expression now turns into a scared one.

“Don’t worry,” Johnny places his hand on Ten’s shoulder, “he didn’t see you two leave.”

“Who didn’t see whom leave?” Taeyong unexpectedly walks into the room and the boys freeze. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, we were just talking about how Mark was hammered and Johnny had to take him home!” Doyoung tries to come up with an excuse.

“Oh yeah, you guys just disappeared!” Taeyong nods, but then his phone rings. “Sorry, let me just take this.”

The room falls silent as glances are exchanged when he picks up the phone.

“Hi Y/N.”

Y/N. A lightbulb lights up in Ten’s head. That’s her name.

“You need me to pick you up?” Taeyong continues his phone call. “Ok, drop by the coffee shop later then. Bye.”

The coffee shop? Oh yeah, Ten and Taeyong had the night shift today. So that means she’s going to be there? Would she remember what happen? She didn’t look that drunk. Will she want to talk to him again or was this just a one time thing?

“Yo, Ten!” Taeyong waves his arm making Ten re-focus on the conversation. “Let’s go?”

“Yeah.” They get up. “See you later.”

The drive to the coffee shop is awkward. Well, at least for Ten, he feels nervous about how Taeyong would react if he knew what happened.

“Ten, are you ok?” Taeyong asks as they arrive. “You seem a little lost in your thoughts today.”

“I’m fine, just tired.” Ten simply replies.

“Oh yeah, you got pretty wasted last night too!” Taeyong grins. “Did you go home alone?”

“Of course, who would I’ve gone with?” Ten nervously laughs as he puts on his apron to start working.

Every other minute he glances at the door in hopes to see her. Is she really coming? Will it be awkward? Does he look ok-

“Y/N!” His thoughts are interrupted by Taeyong’s voice.

Ten glances to the door and there she is. In casual clothes this time, a pleated mid-calf skirt, knitted sweater, black beret and a beautiful pink necklace with a heart pendant.

“Ten this is Y/N, my cousin.” Taeyong does the introductions, little does he know there’s no need for them.

“Hi.” She says with the cutest smile.

“Hi.” His voice comes out almost silent.

“I’m gonna take 5, ok?” Taeyong asks.

“Sure.” Ten simply manages to say.

His eyes follow the two cousins to a table in the corner. There’s no other costumers at this time so he decides to clean up a bit instead of just staring at them which would be suspicious. As he’s wiping the counter he accidentally hears a bit of their conversation even if they’re taking really low.

“You know I don’t like you just disappearing like that.” Taeyong says.

“I’m sorry Tae.” She lowers her head.

“Did anyone see you?”

“No, don’t worry.”

“I’m just trying to protect you. You know that right?”

“Maybe I’m a big girl and I can make my own decisions now. I don’t need you protecting me all the time.”

“Right, because if I wasn’t there last time you’d be fine right?”

“That was an accident and you know it. Plus I still got 8 more.”

“That will quickly be wasted if you’re not careful-”

Taeyong is interrupted by a loud bang. Ten widens his eyes looking down at the tray he accidentally knocked to the floor as he was eavesdropping. He apologises and steps away, hopefully they don’t think too much about it.

Ten didn’t talk to her that night. But she started regularly coming every time Taeyong was working, luckily they share a lot of shifts so he got to see her more. She usually seats by the window reading a book and drinking a latte.

He sneaks as many glances as he can without his friend noticing. There’s definitely something about this girl that just keeps him hooked. They haven’t even talked that much but he just knows he wants to be with her.

Kinda like how he feels about his feline friends. Specially this new one with the collar and the heart shape pendant. It has been coming around everyday and quickly became part of the family.

Unlike the other stray cats, this one always has clean fur and a healthy look, he bets the owner is worrying sick so he decides to take a few pictures and post it around the block, surely someone will give him a call. But after a week there was nothing. And to make it worst, somebody kept taking the posters down. Every other day he had to print out new signs to put up, but it was getting ridiculous, who would do such a thing?

On a beautiful sunny afternoon, Ten was almost arriving to work when he noticed he forgot his apron and he wasn’t about to get scolded again. Looking at the clock there was still time to run back home and get it so there he went.

He quickly found what he came looking for right by the door so it didn’t take him long to make his way back but as he crossed the street he saw someone in a black hoodie standing close to one of the “Missing cat” signs Ten had put up. Could it be that this person knows who the kitty belongs to? But before he could even consider approaching this person the paper is quickly ripped off the wall and crumbled into a pocket.

“Hey!” He shouts moving towards the mysterious figure.

The person looks back and he squints his eyes trying to see their face but the hood over their head covers most of it, and also it doesn’t help how fast they started running away.

“Stop!” Ten chases them down the streets completely forgetting his obligations.

But as fast as he likes to think he is, whoever this might be must run for a living because he simply can’t keep up. Specially not when the person started climbing walls in between buildings, real parkour style. Watching the lean figure smoothly getting away, he groans and kicks the air in frustration.

Glancing at his watch, he curses under his breath making his way back to the coffee shop, hoping he won’t be late. As he arrives, Taeyong rushes him to the back just before their manager walks through the door.

The whole shift, Ten’s mind was trying to unveil what happened. Who was that and why are they trying to sabotage the poor cat’s journey back home? He just couldn’t understand and he was obsessing over it. Also it didn’t help that his co-worker’s cousin didn’t drop by to distract his thoughts.

Almost a week passed by before he saw her again. Days spent juggling between trying to figure out who the mysterious traceur was and understand why does he miss this girl so much when they barely even talked. And then she reappeared. As beautiful as ever, walking through the glass doors in front of the café.

His heart pounds against his chest, his lips go dry and his sweaty hands start shaking. Enough is enough. He doesn’t know what kind of dark magic this girl has on him but today is the day he’s gonna ask her out.

“Y/N!” As Ten opens his mouth to greet her, Taeyong comes from the back and goes around the counter. “Did you bring it?”

She nods and hands him an envelope.

“Ten,” he grabs his attention away from her, “I need to take 10. Get Y/N the usual, I’ll be right back.”

And just like that Taeyong is out the door before Ten can even reply. The girl goes to her regular table by the window but doesn’t pull out a book like she usually does. Actually she looks a bit nervous today. He hurries in finishing her order. The shop is almost empty so this is his chance.

“Here’s your latte.” He gently places the cup on the table.

“Thanks.” Her voice is quiet and eye contact is being carefully avoided.

“Are you ok?” Ten asks sitting down in the chair in front of her, but only gets a nod as she lowers her head. “I’m sorry if I’m being intrusive, I can go if you’d like.”

“That’s ok.” She softly says as she takes a sip of her drink.

Silence takes over the table as Ten builds up the courage to say what’s been on his mind.

“Look, I-” He clears his throat. “I don’t remember much from the other night but-”

She finally looks up at him. He almost chokes at the way her eyes shine and for the first time he notices the yellow greenish colour through the almond shape and how her pupils seem more narrow, almost like a cat-

He shakes his head and re-focuses.

“I had a few too many drinks at that party and I wish I had meet you in a different way, someway I’d actually remember, somewhere nice and quiet where I’d be sober and we could talk and get to know each other properly, and-” He stops as he watches the corner of her mouth curl up while he rambles. “What I’m trying to say is, can we start over?”

She tilts her head as if not understanding where he’s getting at.

“I mean, can we grab dinner sometime?” Ten widens his eyes at how abrupt this came out. “Or do something else you’d like. Doesn’t have to be dinner. Or we can do nothing at all. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done this, I’m gonna go-”

“I’d love to have dinner with you, Ten.” He stops when she lays her hand on top of his over the table. Her touch feels familiar but he guesses the memory of that night still lingers on his skin.

“For real?” He just can’t believe it.

“Yes.” She chuckles. “Tomorrow night? I know you’re not working.”

“Hm, yeah, sounds great!” He tries to play cool but the happiness inside him is showing like a fish in clear water. “Should I pick you up?”

“How about we meet downtown at 7pm?” She quickly suggests.

“Sounds great!” Ten’s face is lit up with the biggest smile, matching the one on hers.

“Let’s just… Hm… Keep this from Taeyong, ok?” She gently asks. “He can be a bit too protective, you know?”

“Sure, I understand.” He agrees.

The sound of the bell on the front door interrupts the dreamy moment.

“Well I gotta go back to work.” He sighs never wanting to leave this table. “See you tomorrow then?”

“See you tomorrow.”

Heading for the register he glances back at her and the nervousness has been replaced with joy, warming his heart to know he has something to do with it.

In less than a minute, Taeyong comes back from his break and Ten breathes in relief that he won’t see them talking. He doesn’t like going behind his friend’s back but if that’s what he has to do to get a real opportunity with her, so be it.

7pm just couldn’t come fast enough. Ten kept pacing around the house wondering if she’d like his outfit, the way he styled his hair, even his perfume. Maybe he should’ve went for something different, but what if she likes him just the way he is? Wait, does she even like him at all or was she just being polite?

With a frustrated sigh he goes outside to feed the cats and take a breather from the worries in his head. Just hearing the food hitting the containers he placed outside his house, cats start coming from all places and that instantly puts a smile on his face.

But it feels like something is missing. Where’s the new pink collared kitten? Could it be that it found its way home? Well that would certainly make him happy.

Speaking of happy, Ten glances at his watch. It’s still not time but it will take him a while to get downtown so he decides to get going.

His steps match up with the beating of his heart and before he notices he reaches the town’s square. He takes out his phone and it’s still not the time they agreed to meet so he decides to go sit down by the fountain and wait.

But as he’s approaching he sees a familiar figure. Sitting right at the edge, lightly tapping the water with her hand. What is she doing? Ten quietly walks up to her not to startle her. What should he say?

Lost in his thoughts his eyes widen when she suddenly turns to him. A smile blossoms through her lips as she gets up, wiping her hand on her skirt.

“Hi Ten.” His name coming from her lips sounds like a sweet melody.

“Hi.” He clears his throat to shake away the nervousness. “I’m sorry, did I keep you waiting?”

“No that’s alright, I was too excited so I came a little earlier.” She shyly admits.

Ten chuckles realising he’s not the only one.

“You hungry?” She nods at his question. “Where should we go then?”

“Have you ever been there?” He follows the line of her delicate hand that points to what looks like a nice restaurant at the rooftop of one of the buildings around the square.

Noticing his amazed expression she surprisingly takes his hand leading him towards the entrance.

“You’re gonna love it, they’ve got amazing fish!” She licks her lips with a grin and he can’t even say a word, hypnotised by her energy.

The elevator that takes them all the way to the top seems to move slower than time as Ten looks down at her hand that still casually holds his. With his heart pounding off his chest they enter the restaurant following the waiter to a table facing the whole city. Their hands finally separate as they sit down. Grabbing the menu he analyses the dishes widening his eyes at the prices.

“Wow, I didn’t realise this place was so…” He trails off thinking maybe he shouldn’t say it.

“Expensive?” She chuckles. “Don’t worry, I got it.”

A thousand butterflies flutter on his stomach as she winks at him. But upon registering her words, Ten shakes his head.

“No, no, I can’t let you do that-”

“Y/N!” He’s interrupted by a male voice. “Didn’t know you were coming today!”

“Don’t be so excited to see me Yangyang!” She giggles with the waiter. “Oh, this is Ten.”

“You look familiar… Don’t you work with Taeyong at the coffee shop?”

“Hm yeah.” Ten tilts his head remembering seeing the other guy a few times at his work place with his coworker.

“I knew it.” Yangyang smiles. “I’m guessing Taeyong doesn’t know about this?”

“And perhaps we can keep it that way?” She makes the most adorable expression Ten has ever seen, her eyes big, round and sparkly like a kitten-

“How can I ever resist you?” Yangyang bops her nose making her date slightly jealous of the interaction. “The usual?”

She nods and they both look at Ten waiting for his order.

“I-I’ll have the same.” He answers not even knowing what it is.

“Sure thing.” Yangyang takes the menus and turns around before he looks back. “Just be careful ok?”

“I promise.” She bows as they watch him walk away. “Sorry about that, Yangyang is another cousin of ours.”

“Oh ok.” Ten sighs in relief. “Guess being protective over you runs in the family right?”

“You could say that.” They both chuckle.

Dinner is spent talking and laughing, getting to know each other and he slowly realises that the initial attraction with this girl wasn’t just physical, there really is something about her and the more he gets to know her the more he wants to be with her.

“You were right, the fish was amazing.” Ten smiles as they walk around the city after dinner.

“I’m glad you liked it.” He happily sighs, never getting enough of her smile. “That’s one of my favourite spots in town.”

“It’s an amazing place.” He agrees. “Maybe next time I can show you one of my favourite places.”

“I’d love that.” She lightly touches his arm sending shivers down his body. “It’s getting late, I should go before Taeyong starts calling wondering where I am.”

“Of course.” He nods. “Can I walk you home?”

“As much as I want that, I don’t think it’s a great idea. For now.” She grins.

“Right, sorry.” He scratches the back of his neck.

“Goodnight Ten.” She leans forward planting a kiss on his cheek before skipping her way home.

With his face heating up he lifts a hand to touch the spot she kissed.

“Goodnight Y/N.” Was this night even real?

The next day Ten is full on daydream mode, mind stuck in the previous night and a silly smile stuck to his face. He barely got any sleep but that didn’t leave him tired with the amount of happiness inside him.

“Someone is in a good mood.” Taeyong teases, pulling him out of dreamland.

“What can I say? Life is good man.” The younger keeps happily wiping the counter.

“Damn boy. And what is the reason for this happiness?” Taeyong scooches closer nudging his side.

“W-well, hm…” Clearing his throat, Ten tries to play it cool. ”Nothing in particular.”

“Oh c’mon, I thought we were friends!” Taeyong shakes his shoulders back and forward.

“We a-are.” Ten stutters looking at the other boy.

“So why are you keeping things from me? C’mon Ten, tell me!” Taeyong pouts but suddenly a thought comes to his head and he gasps. “Is this because of someone? Are you perhaps in love?”

“I-”

Ding.

Saved by the bell. Right that moment someone opens the door at the coffee shop and Ten sighs in relief of not needing to have this conversation, he doesn’t want to lie to his friend but it’s best not to tell the truth either, at least not now.

But as he looks to the door his heart flips inside his chest. It’s her, the person he’s been thinking about all day. Her smile is something he wishes to see everyday but he needs to remember where he is and who he’s with, Taeyong just can’t know.

“I didn’t know you were coming today.” Taeyong says as he walks from behind the counter.

“Yeah, I was around and decided to drop by.” She says, shy smile hanging on her lips matching Ten’s as he tries to keep doing his job.

“Oh alright. Do you-” Taeyong stops mid-sentence, face getting serious before he grabs her arm and pulls her closer. “You need to go home. Now.”

“W-what? Wait why?” She asks, her frame sinking under his intimidating glare, his eyes changing into something scary but in a protective way.

“I said now!” He demands, raising his voice.

Ten glances around the place and thank god it was a chill hour and nobody was in the café. He looks back at the girl who was panting and he could swear he saw her signature beret move but he didn’t pay attention to that, he was more concerned about what the hell was happening.

“O-ok.” Her voice was small as she breaks free from Taeyong’s grasp to run out the door.

“What was that?” Ten carefully questions, trying not to upset his friend even more.

“Nothing. I’m gonna do inventory.” Without even a glance Taeyong disappears into the back of the shop leaving a very confused Ten at the register.

For a week he didn’t see her. At first he was wondering if he had done something wrong on their date but that couldn’t be it, not from the way she behaved. It had to be because of whatever happened between the two cousins. But what was it?

He couldn’t even explain the hole in his heart. How can he miss someone this bad when they’ve only known each other for such a short amount of time? He didn’t even have his new friend to bring a smile to his face, the cute kitten hasn’t been coming around for a while too and, although he thought it might be because it finally found its way home, he was worried something bad could’ve happened.

Out of desperation from how much he missed her, he decides to go to the rooftop restaurant they had gone to together and try to get some answers from their other cousin, because asking Taeyong was definitely out of question.

“Ten!” A smily Yangyang greets him as he walks through the door. “How are you? Should I get you a table?”

“No, no. I’m ok. Hm… I actually came here to ask you a question.” He tries to go straight to the point.

“Sure, how can I help you?” Yangyang keeps his approachable expression.

“I haven’t seen Y/N in a while.” Ten can see the other’s face slowly closing. “I was just wondering if you’ve seen her recently? I don’t know if she’s mad at me for some reason, maybe I did something wrong and didn’t realise or maybe-” He cuts himself off noticing he’s rambling. “I’m just worried and I wanted to know if she’s ok.”

“Look…” The waiter places his hand on the other’s shoulder. “There’s not much I can say besides the fact that she’s alright, you don’t need to worry about that.”

Letting his head fall forward, Ten lets out a sigh.

“I can tell her you asked if you want.” Their eyes meet again. “It’s the only thing I can do.”

“Thank you.” Ten’s voice comes almost as a whisper.

“No problem.” Yangyang gives him a last smile before watching Ten walk to the elevators.

And then he waited. He waited night and day, for almost another week. He even took extra shifts at the coffee shop in hopes to see her around but nothing. His heart was slowly breaking as time went by. Why is everybody being so secretive about whatever is going on with her?

The poor barista sighs as he closes the shop late at night. The streets are empty and only the sounds of the city can be heard. He zips up his jacket, hands on his pockets and makes his way home.

Ten.

He turns his face from side to side in confusion. Did somebody just call him? But there’s no one around. Damn, is he that insane that he’s hearing voices now?

Ten.

Again. No, this can’t be just in his head. Looking around again he notices a pair of yellowish eyes coming from an alley. What the hell could that be? Maybe he should run away, but like the main character from every horror movie he walks closer instead.

Upon entering the dark alley he can trace a figure emerging from behind some trash cans. Maybe he should run right about now. But he doesn’t, something is pulling him towards whoever or whatever this is.

The mysterious figure reaches a place with a little bit more light and he squints his eyes trying to recognise it, only to be pleasantly surprised.

“Y/N?” Ten calls out to make sure his mind wasn’t playing any tricks.

“Hi.” Her soft voice echos in his ears like a song he hasn’t listened to in forever.

Out of instinct he steps closer trapping her in his embrace, feeling her warmth against his body and finally sighing in relief.

“Are you alright?” He breaks the hug grabbing her shoulders at arms length and looking deep into her eyes. “What happened? I was so worried.”

“Can we go for a walk?” She simply asks making him nod.

Only steps are heard as they walk into the streets of the suburban area. He’s not sure what to say and she’s not saying anything as well. But nevertheless, at least she’s here with him and that’s good enough for his heart.

Unknowingly they walk by a park and decide to sit down for a bit. The distance between them is painful but he wants to respect her space. Ten watches her as she looks at the starts in the sky, almost as if getting the thoughts organised in her head.

“Yangyang said you dropped by looking for me.” She finally speaks.

“I did…” He admits. “I’m sorry if I overstepped. I was just worried about you.”

“That’s ok. It’s good to know you care about me.” At last a smile brightens her face.

“I do care about you.” He reinforces. “A lot.”

“Why?” He widens his eyes at her question.

“Well… Honestly? I don’t know how to explain.” She turns to him, looking into his eyes but now it was his time to look away. “What I feel when I’m with you… It’s something I never felt before. It’s like you have this energy that pulls me in and I want to let myself be dragged into it. I know we haven’t met each other that long ago but sometimes it feels like I’ve known you all my life. Sorry, that was a bit too deep.”

“So you feel it too?” She interrupts his nervous laugh.

“What do you mean ‘too’?” He wonders out loud.

“There’s something I want to tell you.” He looks at her curiously. “But I’m scared.”

“What are you scared of?”

“I’m…” She sighs before continuing. “I’m scared of getting hurt or hurting you. I’m scared I’ll screw things up. I’m scared of losing you.”

“Hey,” he slowly reaches for her hand that rests on the bench between them, “I’m not going anywhere, you can trust me with anything.”

“Really?” Her eyes sparkle under the moonlight making his heart beat faster than it was already before.

“Yes.” Ten brings out his most sincere smile.

“Can we go somewhere more private?” She glances to the side as if feeling like she’s being watched.

He blushes at the request, mentally slapping himself for the inappropriate thoughts. Following her steps they’re led right to his house. Taking her inside he gestures for her to sit on the couch. He now sits closer than before, eagerly waiting for the big reveal.

”I don’t even know where to start…” She mumbles.

“Take your time, I’m right here.” Ten reassures her, taking her hand again.

“Ok.” She takes a deep breath. “This might sound really cliché but… I’m not like other girls.”

“I know, you’re so much special.” He smiles.

“That’s a little more literal than you think…” She sighs.

“What do you mean?” Cocking his head to the side he gets confused.

“I’m… I’m a…” She starts to say.

“You’re a what?” He tries to help her.

“It’s better if I show you.” Removing her hand from his hold she slowly removes the beret from her head.

“Didn’t you wear those when we met?” He points to the fluffy cat ears emerging from between her locks.

“I did.” This does not clarify him as he hoped. “But I also wore them every time we met after that.”

“What do you mean? I never saw you with them after that night.”

“Well I keep them hidden under the beret.” She looks down.

“Then why do you wear it if you’re hiding them?”

“Because I…” She bites her lip. “I can’t take them off.”

“You can’t take them off? How come?” He cocks an eyebrow.

“They’re part of me.” This time he’s 100% sure he saw one of the ears move.

“H-how?” Widening his eyes he points at it.

“There’s no easy way to say this so…” With eyes closed she takes a deep breath before looking at him. “Ten, I’m a werecat.”

“A were-what?” He slightly moves away from her.

“A werecat.” She lowers her head.

“What’s that?” He had never heard the term before.

“Well, you’re familiar with werewolves right? It’s basically the same thing but instead of wolfs we turn into cats-”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait…” Interrupting her, he gets up a takes a few steps back from the couch shaking his head. “Werewolves? What do you mean werewolves? They’re not real, they’re made up creatures from ancient tales, there’s no way-”

Noticing her broken expression he stops talking. If this was that hard for her to admit maybe there’s some truth to it.

“Unless… They’re real?” A questions he’s not sure he wants the answer to.

“There’s a lot of creatures out there that humans think aren’t real.” She adds.

“Like w-werecats?” He suggests.

“Like werecats.” She confirms.

“Ok, so… If you’re like a werewolf but turn into a cat instead, shouldn’t that only happen on full moons?” He walks to the window searching the starry sky only to find a crescent moon.

“That’s not everyone’s reality.” She explains. “If someone curses you to turn into a werecat yes, that’s the case. But not if you’re born like this.”

“Does that mean your parents are also…” It’s still unreal for him to say the word.

“My dad. Not my mom.”

“Is she human?” He curiously questions.

“Was.” From the sad expression on her face he gets the message.

“I’m so sorry.” He sits back down on the couch. “Was it recent?”

“No, she passed away when she gave birth to me.” Her face hangs low as she explains. “Bearing an un-human child was too much for her fragile body so she didn’t resist. Her family always blamed my dad for what happened, for taking her away from them, marking her and stealing her life. But that’s not true!”

She looks at him with tears in her eyes and he feels a pain in his chest, like all her feelings were running through his veins as if he lived everything himself.

“My dad used to tell me wonderful stories of how they met and how he always knew she was the one.” A weak smile breaks between her wet cheeks. “From the moment he saw her, he felt like he wanted to spend the rest of his life by her side. When born a werecat you are able to decide when you turn but with her he just couldn’t control it.”

Ten notices her ear twitch and then he remembers what she said earlier. ‘But I also wore them every time we met after that.’

“My dad shot his shot and confessed to my mom.” She continues. “He explained everything about being a werecat and then he told her how he felt.”

‘There’s something I want to tell you.’

‘Ten, I’m a werecat.’

“And just like fate she always felt something special for him too, so they decided to give it a chance.”

‘I know we haven’t met each other that long ago but sometimes it feels like I’ve known you all my life.’

”They were so happy the time they were together, even if they had to run away from my mom’s family. When they found out they were expecting me it was just another validation of their love but… Things got complicated. Her family not only blames my father for her death but they blame me too. Since that day they’ve hunted us down wherever we went. He managed to run away with me for a long time but it was getting harder and harder so he found a pack willing to hide and protect me as he… He… He took the fall for us. For me.”

Sinking her face into her hands she breaks down.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through all of that.” Ten slowly moves closer caressing her back with his hand, as tears form in his eyes.

“Taeyong and Yangyang are not my real cousins. They’re part of the pack.” She wipes her cheeks with her sleeve. “Loyalty is very important to us and that’s why they’re so protective.”

“So Taeyong is a werecat too?” He quickly realises.

“Ah…” She bites her lip having spoiled his secret too. “Yes…”

“I won’t say anything, don’t worry.” He promises. “But now that I think of it, does this have something to do with what happened the other day at the coffee shop?”

“Oh that…” She sighs. “Twice a year female werecats go into heat, that lasts about a week, and I apparently entered mine without realising.”

“Heat?” He asks confused, making her chuckle.

“It’s our fertile period.” Looking away from him she starts explaining. “During that time we have a different smell humans can’t detect, but male werecats feel an uncontrollable desire to mate, so we usually go into hiding to avoid it.”

“That explains a lot.” He leans his back against the couch.

“And during that time I did a lot of thinking.” She turns to him.

“About what?”

“About you. About us.” He gulps. “Ten, the way my dad felt about my mom… That’s how I feel about you.”

Not a second later his lips crash against hers. It’s a sweet innocent kiss that she slowly reciprocates as she relaxes under his touch.

“I want to be with you.” He whispers as their lips part. “I know it’s not going to be easy, there’s a lot a need to understand about you and your world but I’m willing to do it because days are unbearable if I don’t see you.”

“Are you sure?” Tears wheel up on her eyes.

“I was never so sure about anything in my life.”

From that day on, the two started to secretly date. Ten searched everything there was on the internet about werecats, even stumbling on some fictional stories that brought heat to his cheeks and made him abruptly close his laptop. Unfortunately he doesn’t remember enough from the first night they spent together to know if any of this is true and it would be too embarrassing to ask her, but the memory of the scratch marks on his back give him a faint clue.

The biggest mission was hiding everything from Taeyong. It’s hard to stop the smile whenever she walks into the coffee shop or slow the beating of his heart when their fingers touch as he hands her the latte he always prepares for her. And he could also see how her beret keeps moving when they meet, recalling the beautiful set of ears she has underneath and the tail that threatens to peek under her skirt.

But luckily Taeyong doesn’t seem to notice anything. Not even when she sneaks up for their late night dates or when Ten offers to close the shop alone so they can meet once Taeyong has gone home. So luckily no friendship was being compromised by their relationship. At least not yet.

“Sorry for this, I really don’t know what’s happening with that computer.” Taeyong sighs.

“No problem at all.” Ten smiles as he tries to get rid of whatever virus got into his friend’s laptop.

Taeyong gets up and walks around Ten’s living room waiting for him to do his magic.

“Hey, what’s this?” He grabs a piece of paper from a desk and his face drops into a frown.

“Oh, that kitten showed up a few weeks ago and it had a collar so I was trying to see if the owner would step up but it hasn’t been coming around for a while so I guess it found it’s way home-” Ten starts explaining but stops as the other fleds through the door, flyer crumbled in his hand, leaving his things behind. “Wait up, where are you going?”

Taeyong keeps pacing down the street without replying to his co-worker that chases after him. But as they turn the corner, a familiar face appears.

“What the hell is this?” Taeyong’s scary voice makes a come back as he almost shoves the ‘Missing Cat’ sign on her face.

“How-” She tries to ask but he cuts her off again.

“What are you doing, Y/N? Why is Ten hanging these flyers?” Taeyong got closer and closer and she felt so small under his figure.

“I always t-took them down so nobody would see. Taeyong, I can e-explain…” She stutters.

“How can you explain this?” He lets out a frustrated laugh. “Does he know about you?”

“K-kinda off…” She murmurs.

“Oh my god, Y/N, you’re insane!” He grabs her shoulder making her whimper as the pendant on her necklace hits her chest. “Might as well just yell to the world who you are!”

Then the pieces connect in Ten’s head. The pink necklace with the heart pendant. He knew he had seen it before, he just never thought it wouldn’t be in a person but in a cat. She is the kitten that showed up in his house that he’s been trying to help find its way home. And she’s also the saboteur who kept taking the posters down.

“It’s not like that, Ten’s different.” She explains while trying to break free of Taeyong’s grip.

“What?” He yells. “What the hell is going on between you two?”

“We’re in love.” Ten finally steps forward having been quiet through the whole discussion.

Her eyes widen at his words. They had never clarified the feeling before but it just feels so right coming from his lips. She knows he’s right. But then again Taeyong is right there and he shouldn’t know.

“You’re what?” Taeyong glares at his friend as he furrows his brows. “Look man, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes I do.” Ten steps closer with firm words. “I’m in love with Y/N and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Listen friend,” Taeyong emphasises the word as he points his finger to him, “you don’t know what you’re getting into. Just forget about her.”

“I can’t.” Ten insists. “I’m too hooked.”

“This is unbelievable…” Taeyong mutters before turning back to his cousin. “Why do you want to ruin his life like this? You’re just gonna get you both hurt. And the pack.”

“I’m sorry…” She apologises between tears before turning around and running back to where she came from.

“Y/N, wait!” Ten tries to chase her but is stopped by Taeyong.

“Forget about all this. You two can never be together.”

“No, I can’t accept that.” Brushing the boy out of his way, Ten runs after her, not sure where to go but he needs to find her.

He searches the whole town but no luck, she’s nowhere to be found. Defeated he goes back home to find Taeyong’s things gone, he must have come back to get them while he was desperately looking for his girlfriend. Laying flat in bed, Ten recalls the crazy afternoon as the darkness of the night shadows his mind.

The next day he goes to his shift but there’s no sign of Taeyong. ‘He quit this morning’, their manager tells him as he had to cover the shift himself due to the short notice.

When the clock marks his off hour he rushes through the door focused on going to Taeyong’s place but then he remembers he never knew where the boy lived. How did he never suspect his friend’s secretive behaviour?

Texting everybody they know, Ten tries hard to find out the address but no one seems to have that information. Groaning in despair, he thinks to give up but then an idea pops up in his head.

He runs as fast as he can, taking a deep breath as the elevator ascends. His eyes search the room but unfortunately they don’t find the one he’s looking for.

“Excuse me,” he approaches a waiter, “I’m looking for someone who works here. Yangyang, that’s his name.”

“Oh, unfortunately YangYang stopped working here this morning.” The man explains with a sad look on his face. “A terrible loss for the restaurant, he was a great colleague.”

“I see…” Ten almost whispers, but he needs to know why. “Did he perhaps gave a reason for leaving? I mean, he looked like he loved working here.”

“Well,” luckily his excuse for asking is enough for the man to talk, “apparently he and his family moved to a different city. Oh, maybe I shouldn’t have said this, I don’t even know who you are.”

“I’m sorry to bother.” Trying hard to hold his tears, Ten exits the building.

Luckily that waiter had a big mouth and he finally knows what happened but the answer was not what he wanted. A mix of feelings build up inside him and he feels like he’s going to explode at any minute. What can he do now? How can he find them? All their phones are turned off and he has no idea where they went.

Minutes feel like hours, days feel like weeks. Ten finds himself locked in his house, not knowing how to deal with this excruciating pain he’s been feeling. He only leaves for work but even there he can’t bring the bright personality the clients love to see so he gets put on the back of the coffee shop with a threat to get fired if he doesn’t snap out of it.

It’s been weeks since he last saw her and the worst thing is that he didn’t even have an opportunity to say goodbye. Or to take her hand and run away from everything together.

Another sleepless night haunts him as he no longer has tears left to cry. But suddenly he hears a tap on the window. Turning his head his jaw drops as he rushes to open it and let the kitten he hasn't seen for weeks inside. As it jumps into the house it slowly morphs into her, the one he misses the most. Blinking rapidly he almost can't believe his eyes, he had never seen her transform like this.

"Hi." She timidly greets after dusting off her clothes with her hands.

"It's you." He whispers before pulling her into his embrace. "I missed you so much it hurt.”

"I know, I felt it too." She murmurs into the crook of his neck.

"I thought I'd never see you again." He pulls away to admire the face he kept dreaming of.

"That was the plan. But I couldn't do it.” She sighs. “I'm so weak when it comes to you. I... I didn't get a chance to say it at the time but... I love you too, Ten. So, so much.”

"Please tell me there's a way we can be together." He pleas looking deep into her eyes as he searches for a trace of hope.

"There is…” She steps back from his embrace, gaze on the floor. ”But it's irreversible, I need to know this is really what you want."

"I'll say it as many times as I have to.” He walks to her taking her hand. “I can no longer picture my life without you, these weeks destroyed my soul. Y/N, tell me what I have to do and I'll do it."

"Are you sure?” Her eyes sparkle as she looks back at him.

“Please." He begs.

“There’s this thing that can immortalise the bond we have.” She moves to stand by the window she came in, now closed. “Marking and-”

“Mating.” He finishes her sentence. “I read about it. We mark each other and then we mate. Does it work with humans too?”

“It does if there’s a full moon.”

Looking outside they both stare and the round bright moon shinning through the darkness of the sky. He wraps his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“What are we waiting for?” He whispers. “It’s not like we never mated before.”

“Ten!” She giggles feeling her cheeks burn up.

“I know consent is important for this,” he turns her around in his arms to face him, “so I’m telling you now. I want this. I want to be yours and I want you to be mine. Forever.”

“I want that too.”

Lips join in a passionate kiss as bodies guide themselves into the bedroom. Ten’s shirt comes off on the way as well as her cardigan that reveals her bare shoulders. He sits down in the mattress pulling her to his lap and giving her a last peck before separating their mouths to look into her eyes.

“Ready?” She examines his face.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” He smiles.

“This is going to sting a bit but you have to stay still ok?” He nods taking a deep breath. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

She opens her mouth leaving Ten mesmerised by her long sharp canines that quickly move to pierce the skin on his shoulder. A loud groan his heard as he grips her waist trying to ignore the pain that doesn’t compare to anything he ever felt before.

Quickly his head feels lightweight, like he’s about to pass out, until a sudden rush of energy runs through his veins making the flesh of her exposed shoulder that’s so near his face look so desirable. As if by animal instinct he too opens his mouth to take a bite, making her moan into his skin.

After what felt like ages, their mouths finally detach from each others bodies leaving a reddish mark behind. They look into each others eyes before succumbing into their most deep desires as they move on to the next part of the plan.

Memories of their first night together finally come back to Ten’s head as they move in sync, but this time with a special flavour making it seem like this moment was always destined. Later that night their tired sweaty figures cuddle agains each other as they drift to a well deserved sleep.

The first rays of sunshine in the morning awaken him into a new reality. A smile breaks through his face as the first thing he sees is her. He gently pets her hair and almost melts at the purrs she lets out.

His eyes then drift to her shoulder where a beautiful mark shines though her skin resembling a flower blossoming from her. Carefully he looks at his own shoulder tracing with his fingers the same design that is now embedded on him forever.

Loud bangs on the front door abruptly disturb the peaceful morning and wake up the feline that was still sleeping.

“Open up, Ten! I know she’s in there!” The lovers exchange a look as a familiar voice is heard.

“Please don’t open.” The girl begs tugging on Ten’s arm as he starts to get up.

“He’s gonna break the door and the neighbours will call the police, I have to.” He explains grabbing some clothes off the floor to cover his naked body. “Look, it’s gonna be ok, will get through this. Together.”

Ten kisses the mark on her shoulder before heading to the door. She grabs his top sheet wrapping it around her body before following him through the house as the banging continues.

“Where is she?” Taeyong pushes past Ten almost throwing him to the floor but stops a few steps inside.

He sniffles the air and something smells different. That’s when he sees his cousin and notices the shiny mark on her shoulder.

“You went through with it?” He calmly says contrasting with the angry state he was in just moments ago.

“I’m sorry Taeyong, but if this doesn’t show you how much we mean to each other I don’t know what will.” She tries to make him understand what she has been attempting to tell him since they left the city.

“Maybe I still don’t fully know what I’m getting into,” Ten stands next to his soulmate, “but I’ll spend the rest of my days figuring it out. By her side.”

Taeyong stays quiet leaving the couple wondering what’s going to happen next. But unexpectedly he steps forward and hugs the one who had always been his friend and now became something more.

“I’m sorry for being such an ass.” Taeyong smiles. “Welcome to the family.”

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

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𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼

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🌼Damiano X reader

part8 of ???? [catchup on part1-6 &part7]

NSFW!🔥 smutty smut smut of the most corrupt degree

Damiano David & female reader-insert

° anon request: i was wondering if you could do a corruption kink fic with damiano and a female reader & another anon who asked for anal [ask & it shall be given- requests are open!]

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“Close your eyes, close your eyes, close your eyes."

You furrowed your brow, slowing your steps as your boyfriend led the way to your front door. Your hand tugged on his and he turned back to you. "I have to shut my eyes, to go into my own apartment?"

"Yes, yes, because there's a surprise for you in there." Damiano was practically bouncing, so giddy over whatever was awaiting you.

"Is this the point where I regret giving you a key?" You asked.

"It's nothing bad, in fact, it's a gift."

You smiled. "Aw, Daddy, you didn't have to do that…"

He shushed you while flapping a hand in front of your face. "Knock that off." He gave your arm a pull to bring you over to his side, in front of the locked door. He turned you to face the door and placed a hand over your eyes. "I got you a gift 'cause I love you and this is how I'm expressing my love, so don't feel like you have to do that whole routine. I didn't have to but I wanted to."

You heard the metallic jingling of a set of keys, before one was set into the lock. You held your eyes shut beneath his fingers - mentally creating a list of possible presents. Your first thought was something kink related or maybe something practical for your home or another piece of expensive jewellery.

He got the door open. "Okay, walk forward for me." He kept his hand over your eyes, following closely along. "I wanted to get you something because you were such a good girl for me last week, you tried something completely new, something you weren't the most secure in and I appreciate that, kitten. So I fell down a bit of a rabbit hole on Google and I found something I think you're gonna really like."

"I'm sure I'm gonna love it." You said, feeling him pull you to a stop.

You heard the balcony door open. "Okay, step over this little bit for me here." You tentatively stepped out, the list of possibilities shaving down slightly. "Just a few more steps. Perfect, stop right now. Thank you very much and voila."

His hand left your face and you opened your eyes, instantly identifying the new addition to your veranda. You gasped, slowly approaching the potted plant that now filled a previously empty corner. It was a green shrub, as large as the chairs in this outdoor space.

It had been shaped into a tyrannosaurus rex, its stumpy arms outstretched towards an invisible prey. You reached out, feeling the texture of some of the leaves.

"Is this- this is a real plant?" You asked, looking back to where Damiano was beaming with pride.

"Yeah, no fake shit for my girlfriend."

"It's a dinosaur, just like in-"

"In Edward Scissorhands, that's right." He nodded.

"Oh my God." You said quietly to yourself, you had never seen such a creative topiary in your life. This was the stuff of movie sets, or from the gardens of the very rich. "I love it so much, it's so cute. I just love him. I'm gonna have to think of a name."

"Yeah?" He asked, encircling your waist with his arms. "You like him, you wanna keep your new pet?"

"Yes, I'm literally already obsessed with him."

"Oh good, I was a little worried you might take this as me throwing shade at how you've decorated out here. Which it's not, it's definitely not. I love your white flowers in their cute little trough over there." He said. "But I kept looking at this corner and it was bothering me that you had nothing there. Plus, I figure- he's a big, tough guy, he can take care of you and protect you when I'm not around."

You turned to him, placing your arms around him. "Thank you, I love him and I love you." He was smiling as you leant in, kissing him. "But where the Hell did you get him?"

"Well, like I said, I fell down a Google rabbit hole, 'cause I was thinking about getting you some flowers. And I started reading all of these articles about what different flowers mean and, holy fuck, there are millions of articles and some contradicted the others and blah. None of those flowers were good enough for you, anyways.

"My babygirl- she deserves something grander. And a lot of flowers can be finicky and high-maintenance. I wanted something hardy and big and unique, so then I was looking at flowering shrubs. And that's when I realised- shrubs, topiary, Edward. So then I found a landscaper who's an expert and makes stuff like this to buy. I sent him a reference photo, he said he could do it and here we are. A leafy dinosaur specially made for you."

You tightened your embrace. "Wow, thank you, baby. I can't believe you've done-... This is the coolest present ever."

"I know, right? I'm kinda shooting myself in the foot here, no? I need to save some good ideas for your birthday and Christmas…" He said. "Do you know why I picked the dinosaur out of all the others?"

"Jurassic Park?"

"Jurassic Park- you remembered…" He said, his voice soft.

"Of course I remembered. Ever since then I've been trying to forget that look of disappointment in your eyes." The 1993 release was the first movie that you had watched together, cuddled up on your couch, eating caramel-coated popcorn.

"It's fine, we corrected it. You've seen it now, no disappointment left here." He said, giving you a squeeze and kissing you on the forehead.

You smiled, looking at the plant. "This is such a grown-up present." It was also so personal, something that no one else would gift to you. You would think of him every time you looked at it - a monument to your unique connection.

"I know, right? It's so not depraved."

You sighed over-dramatically. "Well, there goes my idea for his name- Dino-depravo."

"Oh boy, it's a good thing you're pretty." He said sarcastically.

You huffed and drove your elbow into his stomach until he let go of you. You headed back into your apartment, pleased when you found that you could see the new plant when looking over the back of your couch.

You grabbed Damiano's hands as soon as he sat down alongside you, giving them a tug until he was close enough to kiss. "Thank you, Daddy. That's literally the least expected but also the most wonderful and appreciated present I've ever received."

He smiled, not one of his big, showy, cheesy grins like he did when showing off for a camera. This was small, mostly portrayed through his eyes and the way his body language changed as he gently pushed your hair back from your face. "You're welcome, I truly couldn't be happier with this reaction- you really love him…"

"Mm-hmm, but I love you more." You tapped him on the nose before kissing him again, loosely wrapping your arms around his waist.

"I love you babygirl." He responded against your lips.

You leant into him, feeling each stroke of his lips against yours - that perfectly luxurious rhythm that could relax you while also making you feel weak at the knees. You placed yourself in his lap as his hands caressed your face. You wanted him closer-and-closer again, pressing your body's weight into him.

You felt both of his hands leave your face - one going to the back of your head, but the other you lost track of entirely. You didn't wonder about this for long, following the tilt of his head into a deeper angle. His fingers massaged across your scalp, so gentle, so soothing.

You kept your eyes shut even when he pulled back. You licked your lips, just enjoying the sound of his heavy breathing until he started to speak.

"Oh jeez, what a dummy. I forgot all about this other gift…"

"Another…" You bit back your impulse to say a polite this is too much.

He produced a plain cardboard box, which was much smaller than the grand gesture of the plant. You accepted it, the absence of any designer labelling helped to relax you.

You pulled back the lid, finding a modest amount of tissue paper cradling something made of black leather. A couple of thick straps fell loose as you pulled it out, looking over the curves and the two ear-shaped peaks.

It was a cat mask, designed to frame your eyes and sit across the top of your head. You smiled, grateful for the second chance to get this kink right after his lacklustre response to the attempt you had made on Halloween. This was sexy, this was sophisticated, this was something you would never dare to wear in front of anyone else.

“A proper mask for my kitty.” He was smiling as well.

“I love it.” You said, moving the straps to either side of the mask and lining it up on your face. “What do you think?” You started to affix it into place, creating a knot at the back of your head. “Does it make me look like a slutty sub?”

“It does.” He helped you readjust your hair, a look of appreciation on his face. “It really does.”

You laid the matte black leather flat against your forehead. “Does it make you wanna fuck my brains out?”

“Definitely, kitty.”

“This is the depraved present I was waiting for…”

--- --- ---

"You're a bit feisty today, kitty." Damiano said, trying at sounding disapproving.

You couldn't take him seriously, not while you could feel how hard he was, writhing between your legs. He had just given your hair a tug after you had decided to nip at his neck. You knew that wasn't allowed - you were the canvas, not him. But there were times when you couldn't help it, when you just had to do something extra to help you express just how horny he had gotten you.

You sat up, unable to keep yourself from smiling, pleased with how this afternoon was progressing. You had finished work early, a few extra hours under your belt. By some miracle, he had been available as well and he wanted to take advantage of this synchronisation in your schedules.

You had gone to his apartment and, to your delight, but complete lack of surprise, the two of you had ended up in bed. There had been talk of him preparing you something fancy for dinner and watching a movie together (Labyrinth was another classic he could hardly believe you hadn't seen and he had promised to sing along to every song).

But changing out of your work clothes had turned into him insisting that you didn't need to put on a pair of shorts, also that you continuing to wear a bra was entirely unnecessary. Tickling had turned into kissing. Caressing had turned into groping. Joking had turned into dirty talk and before you knew it, you no longer cared about eating or watching puppets dancing around with David Bowie.

“I don’t know why you’re smirking like that- you still have to clean the shower.”

You rolled your eyes, he had been threatening you with that chore for the past two days - ever since you had washed your hair in his shower and left behind strands of hair, lots of them. Usually you were good at remembering to collect these shed locks before they could clog up the drain, you were typically a neat person and you had never made such a mess in his personal space before.

But you had been hung over, your head pounding with the promise of a migraine and you were desperate to just get some of the binding hairspray out of your hair. The two of you had stayed far too late at Ethan’s place (one drinking game turning into another so easily) and when you got back to Damiano’s apartment, at 2am, you wanted the crusty-feeling curls (which had seemed like a great idea at the beginning of the night) gone, the knots worked out.

You hadn’t paid any attention to the state of the shower as you had left, slumping down onto the mattress alongside him. But the next morning, he had expressed his displeasure over finding ‘enough hair to make a wig from’ stuck in the grate of the drain. You got up and scooped this out, keeping any complaints of how gross this was to yourself. He hadn’t been impressed when you had dumped the clump of hair into the trash can, telling you that wasn’t good enough, you had disrespected his home and so it was going to take some more effort to make it up to him.

‘Yes Master’, had been your only response when he had said that you should clean the entire shower - scrubbing the soap-scum from the glass panels and washing out any gunk built up in the grout. You weren’t afraid of cleaning or using a bit of elbow-grease to get back into his good graces.

But you had negotiated for this to happen later in the day, you needed more time (and more coffee) to wake up. He had agreed and then it had slipped your mind again. Until you were back in your home and he was messaging to remind you, to let you know that now you would have to be completely naked as you cleaned up. Failure to complete this task would result in far worse punishment.

"Yeah, yeah- cleaning up my naughty pet mess, I remember. And I will do it, but something tells me there's a better way to spend my time right now." You slid one hand down his front, connecting with where his cotton briefs were barely containing his boner. Your other hand snaked up his chest, feeling the heat from his bare skin.

“Hang on.” He said - and before you could make a cheeky quip about how that was your intention, he was pushing you off of him. “I just gotta grab something, get naked for me while I do that…”

You laughed sarcastically, even as you removed your shirt. “Wow, the skills of seduction- you really turn it into an artform. When can I hope to be as masterful as you are?”

“Never.” He jabbed, rolled away from you to look through the bottom draw of his bedside table. “Sorry darling, it’s not something that can be taught- you’re either born with it or you’re not.”

“Right, and you weren’t.” You teased.

He turned back, holding up a pair of padded cuffs that were attached to one another with a lengthy chain. “Okay, you are definitely wearing these now. Clothes off, wrists out, pet.”

You removed your last item of clothing and offered your wrists toward him. He wrapped your wrists one at a time, smiling to himself and you had to fight back the urge to kiss him.

“On your back now, kitty.” He instructed and you quickly complied, ready to be done with the foreplay.

He laid down on top of you, the weight of his body instantly trapping you, pinned to the mattress - but there wasn’t any other place you would want to be. He guided your arms up, moving your hands to be above your head. He didn’t have to say or do anything special to get you to spread your legs, your thighs were already drifting far from each other.

He kissed you, hard enough to make you moan, hard enough to bring a tremble to your hands. You didn’t resist for a single second longer, your mouth opening at the first swipe from his tongue.

Your heartbeat began to entwine with the throbbing arousal as his unrestrained hands explored all over your body. You forgot of the fact that he still wasn’t naked, each grab from his hands had you locked into your own body and the sensations currently being drawn out. You felt all of your nerves responding, the air around you becoming thick with anticipation.

You arched your back, pressing more of your body into him as you sought more friction. His mouth moved from your own, leaving you to sigh heavily. You were becoming lost to the feeling of being ravished by him, unable to open your eyes. His lips went to your neck, kissing and beginning to nip. When he began to suck at the skin, you didn’t object - you didn’t care to oppose any hickeys he might decide were required on you.

You grabbed for the bed head when you felt his hand confidently cup your breast, where the nipple was already so hard, so desperate for his attention. You savoured this playing with your sensitivities, all the while grinding your hips against his as you yearned for more.

You hissed at the double hit when he coordinated pinching your nipple with biting your neck. The quivers reached straight down to your pussy and you wanted to surrender entirely.

You swallowed audibly, before swiping your tongue across your neglected lips. “Oh, Daddy…”

“Yes little kitty?” He asked, his tone so aloof - so detached from the intensity with which he was currently gracing your body with.

“I don’t have to be feisty any longer, I can be good.” Your bottom lip trembled with each word as you said it. “You can fuck the attitude right outta me, and then I’ll- I’ll thank you when it’s done and ask for…” You groaned, the sound coming from deep in your throat, when he attached his lips to your nipple. “I’ll ask for more.”

“You’re so sweet when you try to convince me that you’re a good girl.” He said, the heat from his mouth never leaving your erect nipple.

You rubbed the back of his bare leg with your foot, it seemed just pushing your hips against his was no longer enough. “Let me prove it, please.”

His hand was sliding down your stomach, on a slow and careful path to your pussy. “Oh babygirl, that sounds so amazing. God, it makes me wish I didn’t have to go.”

“Go?” You felt like you had just been shoved off a cliff, your breath stopping as he quickly got up, leaving you alone on the bed. Slack-jawed, you watched as he started to grab some clothes from his closet. “Oh, you’re joking.” He was laying an outfit down on the bed. “It’s a great joke, really. But you can stop now…”

He looked at you, deadpan. “Oh, I’m definitely not joking. I have a meeting.”

You sat up, head spinning as he left for the ensuite. “Yeah, I know that you do. A meeting between your dick and my pussy.”

He laughed over the sound of water running from the other room. “That’s a good one, that doesn’t make it true, but funny nevertheless.” You unhappily got up from the bed, the chain of the cuffs bumping between your calves with every laboured step. “No, this is a real meeting, darling. We’ve gotta go through scheduling stuff with management, and there’s a bunch of garments that ‘ve been sent to us to wear that we need to work through, it’s a literal pile at this point. And I think they’re bringing a graphic designer in to talk about new merch.” You stared at him while he casually went about splashing cold water on his face and checking his teeth for food. “Taking over the world doesn’t just happen, we’ve gotta work hard sometimes.”

Your mind was flooded with curses as it became more evident that he wasn’t simply doing this as a bit. His dedication to a joke wasn’t this strong and your stomach dropped as you watched him spray on cologne.

“You’re just gonna leave me here? Horny and handcuffed?” You asked.

He was smiling as he looked at you. “That’s the plan, yeah.” He kissed you on the cheek then grabbed the chain of the cuffs, using this to pull you along as he walked back into the bedroom. “And you have to stay handcuffed and naked. You can do whatever you want while I’m not here, so long as it doesn’t include putting clothes on or taking the cuffs off.”

You threw yourself back onto the bed, face down and letting out a scream into the mattress. “You’re so mean.”

“Oh, come on, don’t you think this is so hot? My little pet all chained up, waiting for me to get home… It’s so sexy, and I know you’ll do it. ‘Cause you wanna be obedient, you’re gonna follow through with all those promises from before about not having an attitude any longer and being a good girl, aren’t you?” He asked, but you could only groan wordlessly back. “But you have to prove it, I’m gonna send you prompts and you’re gonna have to send me a photo back straight away- of your hands still chained, next to one of the clocks around the house. Is that clear, kitty?”

You lifted your head, looking over to where he was mostly dressed, already slipping bracelets onto his wrists. “What if I fall asleep?”

“Hmm, if I were you, I wouldn’t.”

You sighed. “Yes, that’s clear.”

“Good girl.” He smiled, but it was cruel and it didn’t make you want to cuss him out any less. “Are you gonna give me a kiss before I go?”

“Sure, I’d love to.” You said through gritted teeth.

You sat up, leaning forward as he leant down, briefly pressing your lips to his. He didn’t try to go in for anything deeper and neither did you. You could taste his smug smile.

“I don’t know how late I’m gonna be.” He said. “But don’t have too much fun without me.”

He left the room, seemingly without a single care in the room. You stuck both of your middle fingers into the air, aiming them vengefully at his back.

When you heard the front door swing shut, you fell back onto the mattress, burying your face into your hands. You felt yourself deflating, unable to wrap your head around what had just happened.

--- --- ---

His first message came through an hour later, are you still behaving?

You had been making yourself some dinner, heating up a pre-made pizza, when you heard the buzz of your phone. You were right beside the microwave, with its display clock ready to be included in your photo.

Thanks kitten.

Fifty minutes later he prompted another photo - sending only a question mark. You were in the living room and you had to stand up to get next to the clock mounted on the wall.

Good girl.

You were rooting through the cleaning products stored beneath the bathroom sink, too preoccupied to hear the ding of your phone when the next message came ninety minutes later. You were trying to find what you would need to scrub the shower clean to a standard that would please him. You found a couple of promising looking bottles and a sturdy sponge - placing them on top of the counter.

You paused and went back into the bedroom, preparing to set some music to make the chore go by easier. Instead you found two notifications waiting for you.

One question mark and then a few minutes later, he had sent through an actual question - do I need to think up some more punishments?

You rushed to send through the required photo - your restrained wrist laid out on the bedside table, in front of the alarm clock that lived there.

I'm sorry Daddy, I didn't hear my phone. I was in the other room. It impressed you how he could still make you squirm, still make you feel nervous even when he was nowhere near you. His intentions and his influence couldn't be affected by any kind of distance. You were still addicted to getting his approval and those moments in between, when he made you feel like maybe you wouldn't get it, maybe you didn't deserve it today - they made the victory all the sweeter. You were earning his praises over-and-over, each time more rewarding than the last.

I was gonna start cleaning the shower.

As much as you wanted his approval, some grace allowed to you - it was just as thrilling when he held it back.

I'd keep that phone closer by, if I were you. He warned and you remained glued to the screen. 'Cause if you're late again, I'll 'accidentally' screen share to the giant tv in this room and then everyone that I work with will know just how owned you are. Is that what you want, kitten?

No. No thank you, Master.

You thought there were worse things that he could do to embarrass you in front of everyone else that made up team Måneskin. Them seeing a photo of your hand in a thick cuff - that could easily be explained away. They didn't need to know that you were naked, you could probably laugh the whole thing off. The level of degradation could remain a secret.

But you weren't about to share that insight with him, you weren't going to mistakenly challenge him. You would play at this being your limit, unwilling to show him exactly where the line lay.

Your gaze moved over to the bedside table and the single polaroid print that stood out amongst the other clutter, thanks to its stark white border. You could see the overexposed image of yourself - nipples exposed and the pearl gag jammed into your mouth. You didn't need anyone else to see you like that - that would bring the kind of shame that you couldn't just laugh off, not for awhile.

Be a good girl and we'll keep all of this just between us.

Yes Master.

For the next few hours, you carried your phone with you throughout the apartment - you wanted to make a joke of how this would be easier if you were wearing clothing, anything to tuck the device into, a bra cup in the place of a pocket. But you didn't want your cheekiness to be perceived for a bratty attitude. You kept it to yourself, just sticking to sending the photos whenever he requested.

You weren't late to respond again - he was soon calling you a good girl, seemingly having no issue with the next four photos or when they were sent.

--- --- ---

Damiano didn't return back to the apartment until after midnight, finding you dozing on the bed, the cartoons you had begun playing were going ignored. Your phone screen was completely dark, losing your attention after you had run out of lives in the puzzle game that usually helped you kill time.

He crawled into bed alongside you, curling up behind your back and rousing you with some soft kisses to your bare shoulder. You blinked your eyes open, turning to look at him, a smile already coming onto your face.

"Hi baby…" You said as he pressed his cold nose against your cheek, breathing in deeply the scent of you. "I was missing you."

His arms securely wrapped around you. "I missed you too. I kept thinking about you, especially…" He paused, looking down when the chain of the cuffs rattled between your wrists. "You're still wearing… oh, kitty, I'm sorry, I should've been more specific." He stroked his fingers through the front of your hair. "When I said that you could stop sending photos, I meant you could stop this whole thing and take these off."

You shrugged, rolling over to face him. "I don't care. I wanted to make you happy, 'cause you make me so happy." You rested a hand on his cheek, rubbing your nose against his and watching the smile develop on his lips as you did so. "I'd do anything you asked, Master."

He kissed you softly. "It's actually kind of perfect that you kept them on…" You stared into his eyes, feeling your skin heat up. "Because I kept thinking about you wearing these long after the last photo." You let your fingers move across the diamante-covered letters that decorated his leather choker. "I was thinking I could probably write a whole song about this."

You bit into your bottom lip, feeling a rush of giddiness flow through your body. He would dedicate songs to you (before leaving you in the backstage area, he would grab you for one last kiss and whisper into your ear that he would be thinking of you as he sang every word of For Your Love). But to have a song that was yours until the end of time, it was more than you could have ever dreamt of having.

"My sweet…" He paused, kissing you. "...devoted…" He kissed you again and this time you tasted more of the cigarettes that he'd smoked in your absence. "...little…" You felt his tongue brush against your lips as he came in for another kiss. "...kitten."

“Hey, settle down there Sandra Dee- Hopelessly Devoted to You is already a song and a fuckin’ spectacular one at that.” You said, a fake stern tone in your voice.

“I just can’t believe you did this.”

“Really, why?”

“I dunno, it’s just… you’re my longest relationship and I guess I’m not entirely used to being loved like this. People get tired of me, bored of me really quickly, ‘cause, unless I’m shrinking myself down, I’m too much and I know that. And maybe I’d resigned myself to the idea that in order to fall in love, and maintain it, I would have to dull parts of myself down, throttle back, settle down, you know? And I guess, every time before I make any kind of suggestion to you… I’m kind of preparing myself, secretly, for this to be the moment that you get bored of me as well. I keep waiting for the moment when it’s too much and I go too far and even you don’t wanna put up with me anymore, so you tap out. And you’re allowed to keep the Chanel necklace or any other thing I got for you, but…

“You always say yes and you’re always so ready to prove how in this relationship you are. And it’s not that I think you were a prudish, virginal, pure girl before we met, you just surprise me with how much you’ll put up with.”

“It’s not putting up with stuff. I love you and loving someone is loving every single part of them, even the dorky parts, even the part of you that doesn’t know how to get out of bed quietly in the morning so you always wake me up when you get up to make your fuckin’ cup of tea. I don’t know what those other bitches said to you, but I don’t think you’re too much, or maybe you are and I just like things to be excessive.” You stroked his cheek as you spoke, the very serious look in his eye not what you had been expecting when he came home to find you still restrained. “I don’t want you to shrink, ever. I value your honesty, you’re literally unlike any other person I have ever met, and I don’t want you to change to be more like those other losers.”

“I’m sorry that I teased you then left.” He said quietly.

You gathered the chain of your cuffs into your hands so that you could thread it around the back of his neck, trapping him into your embrace. “I don’t know how much I believe that apology.”

“Oh, so I’m a liar now?” He asked, feigning indignation.

You were grinning to yourself as you leant in, rubbing your nose against his. “I just don’t believe that you feel bad for teasing me. Maybe a different kind of apology is in order.”

He cupped his chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “Well, all the florists would be shut at this time of night…”

“Oh, man.” You were playing with his choker again, your fingers moving across the bulky letters, caressing the curves of the S.

“I guess I’ll have to think of something else.”

“I guess so.”

His lips met yours again and it was perfection - all the thoughts that you had been trying to express mere minutes ago, were now being flawlessly communicated.

You curled your hand into a fist around his hair as he set his tongue against your lips. You tilted to the right, all too happy to grant him access into your mouth, all of your interests landing at recapturing what he had been offering you before he had left. He had led you up to that ledge and now you were ready for him to throw you over.

Kisses were interrupted as he worked through the process of removing his clothes. Your hands followed his, relishing in the touches of his bare skin and savouring how it felt pressed against your own. You ripped the velcro cuffs free from your wrists, letting them finally fall away.

Your legs had become spread, with him fitting between them in what felt like the most natural position in the world. Once his dick was sheathed in a condom, he came in closer and you put your arms around him. You kissed him deeply, you could feel that you were close to being done with holding back. This new rhythm was slow, intense and thorough and you wanted to sink into it forever.

Lying facing one another, you felt his moans of desire more than just on your lips. They reverberated into your soul, where your fiery passion for him was only building.

With all of your limbs wrapped around him, his body squirmed closer-and-closer to your own and you were soon feeling his tip against your cunt. You drew in a sharp inhale and rocked yourself down, seeking more of the stimulation that his dick could provide.

With your hands contorted into unrelenting claws that clung to his body, you felt him pushing into you, inch-by-inch.

You were breathless, your chest expanding as your walls quivered excitedly around his length. Holding your eyes shut, just letting yourself savour this feeling. A smile came to your mouth when you felt him pressing kisses across your cheek. You could feel the synergy, you turned back to face him and kissed him, the feeling of having him in your bloodstream was intoxicating you.

"I love you." He murmured and you were caught off guard by how hearing this made you want to cry.

"I love you too, I love you so much Dami." You whispered, your fingers running through his hair.

One fluid movement effortlessly led into the next and you found yourself thoughtless, your body simply moving from muscle memories. It was like autopilot, his body so clearly memorised in your mind that your body knew exactly what to do.

You hadn't realised that he was rolling his hips against yours to begin with - it was such a gradual progression that you didn't notice, until your breath was actively being taken from you.

You moved your body to this decadent rhythm, not terribly bothered when your fight for breath became so strong that you couldn't maintain your mouth on his. You leant back, tilting your pelvis to provide him with a deeper angle. With perfect ease, your hips rolled in time with his, smooth and determined.

Even in the slight light provided by the frozen television screen - you could see how intense his gaze upon you was. He was staring at you, making you feel like he was seeing things no other person ever had or would again.

Your eyes fluttered shut, it was impossible to tell who had prompted it - but now you were setting into a quicker tempo. You rocked your head back, feeling every spasm of your cunt stretching around his cock as he throbbed within you. You let the powerful pulsations overwhelm you, seeing a collection of stars twinkling in your field of vision for a moment.

But you knew he could do more and you knew that you could pull more out of him.

You felt his hand, so warm, on your breast and you opened your eyes again. You looked at him again, seeing the concentration on his face. A moan came out of your clenched throat as he massaged your skin, holding your nipple between two fingers without pinching or twisting. It didn’t take much pressure, every move was like a red hot poker jabbing at your consciousness - all of it was yearning to come together to consume you, you could feel it building.

“Oh, Daddy…” You panted out, your hips stuttering forward, bringing yourself into him quicker than before.

The hunger took over your rhythm and there was no longer any elegance in your hurried movements. You didn’t miss the fluidity of those poetic thrusts - you were already moving onto relishing every bit of friction that this new speed was offering.

You had begun to drift away from him, getting lost in all of the sensitivities - until you felt his hand at your hairline, a soothing gesture of him pushing your hair away from your face. You leant into his hand, moans getting trapped in your throat. He trailed his touch down the side of your face, where your skin was scorching.

His fingers caressed your cheek and you turned towards his hand, until you could feel his thumb so close to your lips. You opened your mouth, letting his thumb drag over your bottom lip. You teased your tongue out before bowing your head, capturing his thumb between your lips, where you favoured it with a luscious suck. At the same moment, you opened your eyes, to look at where he was leaning in closer to you. You kept the thumb securely in your mouth as you batted your eyelashes at him.

You put your hand over his, squeezing as he pumped more of his length into you. You felt yourself twitching more and you sucked on his thumb harder, the effort of working towards this glorious release was beginning to wear on you. Your heart was continuously skipping over beats and your chest had become so tight.

Something changed in him and in a flash, he had grabbed you by your forearms, yanking you over to the centre of the bed, pinning your back down. Excitement rose up in you, your pussy clenching as you eagerly awaited for him to re-enter you from this new angle.

But you didn’t feel anything more than a nudge from his tip. An all-too fleeting kiss was applied to your lips.

You felt your head spin as he changed the way he held you, flipping you over, your face going to the pillow. You were trembling, your heart racing as you wondered on what would come next. His sweaty body was heavy on top of yours and you felt his lips grazing across your shoulders.

His hands lifted your hips, tilting them back so that your ass could be pressed against his lap. You arched your back, moaning as the desperation sat ever-present at the front of your mind. You pushed into him, so needy, absolutely shameless because your desires for him had overtaken everything else.

You heard the sigh of air and liquid being pushed out of a bottle of lubricant, then you felt his fingers completing a very gentle exploration. You could hear how shallow his breathing had become, this level of restraint taking a serious amount of effort from him.

It was so intimate, so careful as he so thoroughly focused on making sure you weren’t uncomfortable. One of his hands stroked your back and you could feel yourself being set at ease, enjoying the feeling of him bringing the nerves in your hole slowly to life. You were twitching, your body silently egging him on.

By the time you were actually feeling him pressing into this space, you were so relieved that you couldn’t stop a choked sob from leaving your lips. Inch-by-careful-inch, your tight flesh moulded around him, shocks of arousal sparking through your entire body.

“Good girl.” He praised, his body settling on top of yours. “Good kitty, what a guh- fuck, good girl.”

You twisted your arm at an angle that was uncomfortable, but felt entirely necessary - throwing it back and out, to grab his back.

You felt every throb from his cock and it was bringing you closer to that moment when you couldn’t hold on any longer, when you had to surrender to the highest peaks of pleasure. Having him power into you in this way was immediately devastating, you felt your stomach drop. The whole world was shaking around you and you thought the flames spreading through your body would leave you scorched for hours.

You were instantly so receptive, your walls contracting with every grind of his hips against your ass. He was beginning to chase his climax, massaging strokes testing at how you could drive him over that edge. His breathy moans got stuck in your head, a gorgeous harmony between those and the sounds of your yearning collisions.

His hand clumsily found your cunt, fingers massaging and prodding between your dripping folds. You cried out, eyes rolling back when he rediscovered your clitoris. Erratically, your hips jerked forward then back, ricocheting from one powerful sensation to another.

"God, you're doing so well." He murmured, squeezing you very tight. "Babygirl, fuck, uh- ah! Oh God, yes, yes."

He was getting so loud and you could feel yourself disappearing into the climax, it was so close, so ready to overwhelm you.

He was thrown off of his rhythm, emptying the last of his energy with a triumphant shout. He rambled your name, profanities and affirmations.

Your body was so tense, desperate whines coming from deep in your throat. You had your hands curled into fists around the sheets, snapping back into him. He held steady and you vibrated wildly, not knowing how, but still trying to find your way to the release.

"Daddy, Daddy, unf… I, ah…" You pleaded, needing him to set you free.

"You can do it." He whispered and you slumped when he began to work two of his fingers into long strokes on either side of your clit hood. "You're doing amazing. You're so close."

"Mm-hmm." You continued to writhe through your desperation, feeling every hit at your core. "So, so, so close."

Putting an arm securely around your middle, he hitched you up, pressed against him and with nowhere to go. You couldn't hold in any of your noises, getting louder, reaching a higher pitch.

With one final spasm, you shattered, screaming. You stilled, mouth gaping open as everything inside of you burst, electricity pulsing over your skin. You could see stars once again dancing in the darkness behind your lids. You were ruined, this was a peak you would never come down from.

You landed upon the mattress, breathless and stunned. All that you could feel were the aftershocks, powerful pulsations radiating out and dominating all of your attention. You lost track of him, falling into the fatigue and you were ready to disappear.

You were still full of sensitivities when you felt him wrapping you up in his embrace some time later. You rested your face against his chest, smelling the effort of filth still on the air.

"How do you feel?" He sounded like he was similarly still out of breath.

"I accept your apology." You said, making him laugh. You lifted your hand, your fingers dragging across his choker again - S E X. "But you can still get me flowers tomorrow."

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#dom dami corruption fic #for corrupt cuties only #manesmut #manesmut from the manewhore queen #maneskin x reader #maneskin fanfiction #maneskin smut #maneskin fic #damiano david fic #damiano x reader #damiano david x reader #damiano x you #stainedsheets

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wolfish-trickster · 3 years

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Advent kisses

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Loki x female!reader

Word count: 1 201

Summary: Instead of chocolates, kisses are going to be recieved everyday until Christmas.

Tag list: @gaitwae @lucywrites02 @modestlyabsurd @winterfrostsarmy @spaceyempress @thefridgeismybestie @laramoonworld

Thor and Loki really loved your scrambled eggs. Loki even asked if you could teach him cook something more. Of course you said yes. After the kiss and a hug from behind today, what will tomorrow bring?

The rest of the day was pretty normal. Loki was a little tetchy whenever someone interrupted your highly intellectual discussion about Edward Scissorhands but nothing unusual.

As you were falling asleep, your brain started to replay all those wonderful moments that happened in the past days.

Anxiety sucked. You already recieved 5 kisses from the man you are starting to have a crush on. You wanted to kiss him too. But what if he didn't want to? What if he's just playing with you? You needed to talk to someone.

"Hi Nat, can I ask you something?" you dragged her away from tha hall to Movie room. It looked like a small cinema, all of you usually used it for movie nights. Tony's idea, obviously.

"Sure but why couldn't you ask me in the hall?"

"Security cameras. I don't want anyone to hear or see it..." you said sheepishly.

"I taught you well."

"But you didn't teach me everything. There is this one guy and he already kissed me few times. Not on the lips though. And I want to give him a little kiss too. Do you think I can? You are better at reading people than me."

"I think you'll be fine. Loki's a changed man now. I don't think he will push you away." "How did you...?"

Your dear spy friend only winked at you. "Loki isn't very affectionate with anyone but you. I didn't even need my training skills to see that. Besides, now that I know he's not completely evil I wouldn't mind a kiss from him," she teased you.

You playfuly punched her on your way out of the dark room. There was a soft tapping coming from around the corner. You looked at nearby window. It was raining again. 'Perfect time to read,' you thought as you turned away from the window. A loud noise shook the whole building, scaring the hell out of you. So no soft rain. A thunder. Perfect. You can go to Loki, read with him, talk to him, hopefully cuddle him and having the courage to kiss him.

The closer you got to library, the more restless the butterflies got in your stomach. 'Hold it together, nothing will happen to you. It' s just an innocent kiss.'

The library was empty. No sign of Loki. Strange. He's usually either here or spends time with other boys, but they are all busy.

You decided to check his room. Worry started to gnaw you. This is so unlike for Loki to stay in his room.

A one soft knock. Two. No answer. The door silently cracked as you opened it. His room was dark, the widnow blinds were occasionally illuminated by lightning. There was a big lump in his bed. Familiar black locks were sticking out from below the blanket that covered the whole lump. 'Is he still asleep?'

You slowly walked towards the bed. Trembling hand landed on the blanket, slowly pulling it down, revealing the top half of prince's body. He was laying on his side, facing you. Headphones on his head were pressed to his ears by his hands, as if he was trying to block out the storm with music. His eyes slowly opened, pure embarrassment in them.

You sat down beside him, eyes still on his face. "Are you alright?" what a stupid question. Loki wasn't alright, especially when he acted like this.

He sat up and removed his headphones, giving you full attention. "No. I'm not."

"Do you- do you want to talk about it?"

Loki slowly looked down at your hands. "Thor was a moody child. With every temper tantrum came thunderstorm. Either only in the room he was in or in the whole palace. They always came unexpected and lasted for hours. I know it's been a long time ago. I'm not affraid of them anymore, but they are still very unpleasant."

You didn't know what to say. Your mouth opened and let out a complete stupidity. "What were you listening to?" gosh, you were stupid. He was pouring his heart out and you told him this?!

"Slipknot. It's loud enough."

It was quiet for few minutes. If you ignore the rumbling outside. He was looking at you with sad eyes. Your own were resting at his soft black t-shirt while your mind was working. He soothed your nerves once, now it's your turn. But how? What would distract him from the storm?

You stood up, scaring Loki a little. He looked at you with glossy eyes, as if he was sad you're leaving him. "Give me your phone," you said with your hand stretched towards him.

"Pardon?" he asked confused.

"Your phone. I have an idea but I need a phone for that. I left mine at my room, but that's too far away and I don't want to leave you."

He fished the device from underneath his pillow, unplugged headphones and gave it to you. You smiled brightly as you searched through youtube, looking for the right song to dance to. You set for Soldier, Poet, King by The Oh Hellos. Everytime you hear it, you think of Loki.

Another loud crash came from the outside, startling both of you. Loki started to shiver.

"What's your plan little one?"

You pressed play and put the phone on his bedside table. You took his hands. "Dance with me. It will distract you, I promise."

You slowly pulled him from his bed. He let you. With your hands connected you lead him into the center of his room, and started to move. It was silly, really. A twirl here, a step there. But it made him smile. Soon both of you were in your own silly world of dancing.

After the song ended youtube algorithm picked you a slow romantic dance. It was too quiet. You wanted to change it to something happier but Loki didn't let you. He put his hands on your waist and hugged you closely. You put your arms around his neck and cuddled to him. Your face hidden in his t-shirt, inhaling the soft scent of pine trees. You couldn't believe it, you were slow dancing with Loki! Another loud crack of the thunder shook the room. Loki held you even closer to him. "Could you please stay until the thunder ends? Please?"

You looked up at him. "Of course, I would never leave you in this state."

It was now or never. You stood up on your toes and kissed his jawline. He was so tall the jawline was the only place you could reach. You never expected his skin to be so warm. After you ended the short but sweet kiss you nuzzled his neck. A mistake. If you didn't hide your face you could've seen a blushing but smiling god of mischief.

A/N: why Slipknot? Because-

(Plus I was listening to one of their songs while writing this...)

#loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki x reader #loki fluff #fluffy loki #christmas fic #the avengers

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linphd · 4 years

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⛄️ CHRISTMAS DAY 10 ⛄️ dad!dabi x mom!reader | first snow

dabi x reader

female reader

Dabi's son discovers snow for the first time.

no warning

this one shot follows the theory that dabi is touya todoroki

(S1/N) is your older son's name

(S2/N) is your younger son's name

Dabi was happy with his family with you. He had redeemed himself -even though he didn't think he was the one who had to redeem- and freed himself from his villain life, and it was mostly thanks to you. That's what he was thinking about when he saw you dancing around in the snow. ''It's like in Edward Scissorhands !'' You said, giggling. He smiled at you, nodding.

Your older son, (S1/N), who was now 6, put on his hat, before following you outside. ''Is it the movie with the scary man ?'' He asked, frowning. ''You'll love this movie when you'll get older.'' Dabi replied. Nonetheless, your son followed you in the snow, showing off his gloves, his scarf and his hat ; he was proud he had put them on without you having to tell him. Your husband giggled when you started to throw a snowball at (S1/N).

Suddenly, he felt something pulling on his pants. ''Hey (S2/N), tiny dude ! You wanna see the snow ?'' Dabi asked, taking his 2 years old son in his arms. Indeed, the little boy couldn't remember of his first winter, when he was 1. Moreover, he couldn't even really understand what was going on. And now, maybe he was only 2, but it was enough to notice the snowflakes falling and his relatives playing.

''But it's cold ! You'll need a hat, a scarf, and gloves ! And a big big coat, just like (S1/N).'' Dabi said, using a higher voice he was always using when he had to talk to babies. ''Yeah (S2/N), you need to have big clothes or else you'll get cold !'' (S1/N) said, making a snowball to show his brother. ''You know that daddy can warm you up, but still, I won't keep you in my arms during the whole morning.'' The man said, smiling at his baby son, who was focused on the snowflakes.

Fortunately, you had thought of everything ; as soon as the temperate started to drop, you had bought your baby warm clothes. That's why, while you played with your first child outside -also trying to eat the snowflakes falling- your husband dressed your second child properly. He put on some warm clothes on himself as well, even though they looked much lighter than everyone else's in that family ; he had his quirk to warm himself up.

As soon as (S2/N) stepped in the snow, he stared at it ; there was now a huge layer, and the snowflakes were still falling. However, when he started to take a few more steps, he laughed at the noise his feet were making, whenever they were crushing the snow. That's why he started to run, you running after him, to make him laugh even more.

''I'll show him how to build a snowman !'' (S1/N) told his dad. ''I think he's too young to understand how to build one yet. But I can help you.'' Dabi said, grinning ; he had an idea. ''No ! I don't want you to build snowmen with my anymore ! You always use your quirk and they melt ! And you did that on purpose !'' Your older son said, furrowing his eyebrows while your husband laughed at him being grumpy. ''Even mom said it was mean.'' Dabi rolled his eyes. ''Naaah, it was to play ! You didn't care, did you ?'' He asked, snorting ; his son wasn't going to cry at such a thing !

Meanwhile, (S2/N) was done running around when he was out of breath, still giggling. That's when he decided to take some snow in his hands. At first, he didn't feel how cold it was, thanks to his gloves. However, his eyes widened when he actually felt how frozen it was. Dabi, being a prankster even to babies, had decided to put some snow on his son's face, making (S1/N) laugh at his brother's reaction. You gasped and immediately took off the snow.

''Oh my God ! What did daddy do ? He put snow on your face ?'' You asked (S2/N), who was patting his cheek. His only reaction was to look at his dad, and understand what had just happened ; which made him giggle. Still, Dabi felt bad at his son's reddened cheek and cupped his face with his hands, warning him up with his quirk. Indeed, throughout time, he had grown confident enough to use his quirk on his own family.

''(S2/N) ! Do that, do that !'' (S1/N) said, raising his head to look at the sky and sticking his tongue out, to taste some snowflakes. His little brother actually mirrored his action, but instead, a snowflake fell in his eye, making him blink at least 12 times and immediately bend his head downwards. ''Mom ! I wanna build a snowman !'' Your older son said, while Dabi was trying to comfort his other son, still a bit surprised at the feeling of snow falling on his eye. ''But I don't want dad to melt it !'' (S1/N) continued, furrowing his eyebrows.

You giggled, looking at Dabi who was smiling. ''Yeah, yeah, sure ! Dad won't melt it.'' You said, and your son cheered, starting immediately. ''Build one with scissorhands !'' You teased, making (S1/N) furrow his eyebrows once again. ''No !'' You really loved this movie with Dabi, unfortunately for your elder. You snorted, helping him with the snowman's body.

Meanwhile, Dabi had crouched down, showing (S2/N) how to make a snowball. ''You see ? It's a little ball ! Snowball !'' He said, smiling. Your little son squealed, throwing the snow he had in his hand. Your husband gasped, though he was just amused. ''Oh no ! Don't throw snow at daddy ! His piercings are gonna get even colder and you won't be able to hug him anymore !''

That said, Dabi protected himself with his hands, but (S2/N) didn't flinch and kept throwing snow at him, not understanding much the use of doing balls with it. He kept giggling and giggling, and your husband was acting as if he was being killed. He stretched an arm towards his elder. ''(S1/N) ! Help me ! I know you love me !'' He said, trying to sound desperate. That only made your 2 year old laugh even harder.

(S1/N), however, only decided to throw the whole snowman's head on his dad's lap -even though it was kinda heavy and he struggled to throw it properly- making Dabi shout : ''Nooooo !''. You had started to record it with your phone, wanting to send the video to Fuyumi once it would be over ; she was (S2/N)'s godmother, after all ! As Dabi was acting dead, both your sons couldn't stop laughing.

''Dadda !'' Your younger son told his brother, pointing at his dad. ''Yes ! But daddy can warm himself up with his quirk ! If you're lucky, you'll have his.'' (S1/N) said. You gasped. ''(S1/N) ! You're not happy with my quirk ?!'' He giggled, and even Dabi couldn't act dead at this comment. Actually, he muttered : ''Of course not, my quirk is so much cooler.'' Hearing him, your kid laughed.

Suddenly, you gasped : ''Let's bury dad in the snow !'' And Dabi turned his head to look at you, a smile on his face -even if he was surely going to cover you in snow as soon as he would get the occasion. Both your son understood what you said, kneeling down and throwing/pushing snow on your husband's body. ''Dadda dead.'' (S2/N) said. The word catching you off guard, you started to laugh uncontrollably, and Dabi himself had escaped a loud laughter, repeating : ''Dadda dead.''

A few minutes after the children had begun to bury your husband in snow, he suddenly straightened up, accompanied with a 'boo !' which made (S2/N) fell on his butt. He started crying, and Dabi couldn't help but chuckle. Still, he took him in his arms, hugging him. ''Aaaawn, I didn't mean to hurt you, tiny dude !'' He said, using his high voice again.

''It's okay baby, it's snow, it doesn't hurt !'' You said. (S2/N) was already crying less, but his brother decided to help you out. Indeed, he fell on purpose in the snow, his face first. ''Look (S2/N) ! It doesn't hurt ! And look what you can do !'' That said, he turned, and now his back was facing the snow. Thus, he started to make a snow angel, making (S2/N) look in curiosity. Seeing the baby extend his arms, Dabi put him down.

However, as you were focusing on your sons playing together, your husband took the opportunity to discreetly take some snow in his hand. Right after, when he was behind you, he pulled your scarf and collar to slip some snow on your neck, making you squeal at the sensation. ''You said they could bury me in the snow ! Traitor !''

You tried to take off the snow from your clothes and skin before throwing snowballs back at him. ''Nooo ! You can warm yourself up, I can't !'' You shouted, making (S2/N) laugh. He really looked like he was enjoying his first snow.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #dabi #dabi x reader #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #touya x reader #christmas event #touya todoroki x reader #todoroki touya x reader

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peoplesgraves · 4 years

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Fandoms I’ll write for

Rwby

Any mcu movie except for the X-men

Deadpool movies

Dceu movies

Fairy tail

Hazbin and helluva boss

Warrior nun

Divergent

Twilight

Criminal minds (up to season 12)

Steven universe and suf

She-ra

Atla and lok

Chilling adventures of Sabrina

Ahs seasons 1,3,4,5,6

Some Disney characters

Brooklyn 99

Prodigal son

Siren

Mom

Bobs burgers

Pitch perfect 1 and 2

Orange is the new black

Daria

Genlock season 1

Winx

Once upon a time seasons 1-6

Monster high

Glee

Monster prom

Total drama island season 1-4

Rise of the guardians

Barbie movies

The owl house

Greek mythology

Into the spiderverse

Disney descendants

My hero academia season 1-4

shameless

Schitts creek

Gilmore girls

parks and Rec

The office

Scooby doo live action

Addams family

Beetlejuice

Labryinth

Edward scissorhands

Night at the museum

Corpse bride

Fantastic beasts and where to find them

Alice in wonderland live action

Dark shadows

What we do in the shadows tv show

There’s definitely stuff on this list missing so feel free to message me if it’s not on here and maybe I’ll be able to write it

Rules

Preferably yandere headcanons, drabbles and preferences

I will do nsfw headcanons if requested, you can also requests a mix of Sfw and nsfw headcanons.

Female or gender neutral reader

No character x character

For matchups include the fandom/s, gender you want to be matched with and whatever other info you feel like. The more detailed the better your matches will be.

I can really only write requests when my adhd med is working and my chronic/mental illnesses aren’t consuming me so if they take awhile I’m sorry!!

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peggingtaron · 4 years

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Masterlist

Lucy Boynton

Essence of My Muse (Lucy x Female Reader) *

You were recently hired as Lucy’s makeup artist. She was your greatest muse and soon enough, you were hers as well.

‘Mad’ Teddy Smith (Legend)

Spectacle (Teddy Smith x Reader) *

The Krays need publicity for the reopening of Esmeralda's Barn. As a famous heiress, it’s important that you’re seen enjoying yourself there; so the Krays assign ‘Mad’ Teddy to make a spectacle out of you.

Gardner Langway (Dear Sidewalk)

Mr & Mrs Smith (Gardner x Married Reader) *

A perfect house in a perfect neighbourhood with a perfect husband. A house you felt trapped in. And a husband you no longer loved. After your husband would leave for work, the highlight of your day was waiting for a certain postman to come along...

Sincerely Yours (Gardner x OC series)

One day, Gardner comes across the town’s librarian, Audrey Ezra, prompting him to begin a daily visit to the library. Rekindling his childhood love of books, Gardner became intrigued with the mysterious British bookworm he’d observe every morning.

Prologue

Chapter 1 — Something Lost

Chapter 2 — Kaleidoscopic Sanctuary

Chapter 3 — Book Binge

Edward Scissorhands

Belle & Edward (Edward Scissorhands x Beauty & The Beast crossover)

Belle, with a dreamy far off look and a nose stuck in a book, is isolated from the common folk that judge her, and dissatisfied with her life in the small suburban town. Upon exploring the old abandoned castle, far off from the town, she discovers a boy with scissors as hands, living his life all these years in the ancient shadows of the castle. A scissor-handed boy named Edward.

Chapter 1 — Little Town

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imyourbratzdoll · 9 months

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Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

♡ 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 ➳ 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 ❥ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 ❦ 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌

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𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐬 ➳

summary - you come home and find your boyfriend in bed with your best friend, how do you react?

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pjisskullourful · 3 years

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𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼

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🌼Damiano X reader

part2 of ?? [partone]

NSFW! 🔥 smuttastic kinky swearing filthy smut

° Damiano David X female reader insert

° anon request: i was wondering if you could do a corruption kink fic with damiano and a female reader. [ask & it shall be given- requests are open]

° wordcount:4,072

Damiano's influence over you wasn't strictly limited to the time you spent in his presence - you were his toy 24/7.

It would begin before you left for work in the morning, everyday he expected a Snapchat from you. He wanted to see what colour panties you were wearing. He wanted to have a clear mental image of your underwear to get him through the day. You had thrown out a lot of old pairs, ditching the comfort in the effort to provide him with only the most arousing of photos.

You were wearing g-strings more often and you were wearing them longer than you ever had before. In the past, you would put them on for a short period - to show off before sex or otherwise enticing someone to take them off of you. But you weren't bothered by them falling into an uncomfortable spot, you enjoyed the reminder that they were there, it was a little rush to consider he might be thinking of you in this skimpy underwear at this moment.

There were other reminders that kept him ever-present in your mind. Throughout your day, you would catch sight of one of the marks left behind by his lips. And they were everywhere, everywhere that was covered by your work uniform. These sexy secrets were yours alone to keep, seeing the trail down the inside of each thigh every time you went to the bathroom.

He sent you selfies when he was fresh out of the shower, then he would ask what you were gonna dream about. There weren't any questions, he was all you thought about.

He was in your bloodstream.

………..

You were getting distracted from pinning the fabric, struggling with what should have been a simple task - adding the embellishments to the black shirt. It wasn't the first Halloween costume you'd ever made, definitely it wasn't the most intricate. And it wasn't just because Damiano kept taking the iPad that had your reference image on it.

He was trying to disrupt your task, even though it was his costume that you were working on. He didn't have any interest in watching the episode of Bob's Burgers that was playing on the tv.

"Did you want another glass of wine?"

You scoffed. "Oh that's a great idea, get the girl working on your costume drunk, that'll really help my process."

"Who says it has to be neat?" He asked, he was up off of the couch, once again making his way over to your desk. "It's Edward Scissorhands, he's a walking crafting disaster. Do you really think his whole life is about perfect hems and consistent stitching?"

You didn't turn around, even when his hands arrived on your shoulders. "Look, I know that you'd be more than happy to stretch some fishnet over your entire body and throw some glitter on your face and call it a costume. But this is a couple's costume and I want it to look correct."

"I think you'd be happy with me in just a fishnet body stocking too…" He said, bending over to whisper directly into your ear.

"Maybe later."

"I'm gonna have more wine."

You had sidestepped his newest attempt to pry you away from your sewing work, but you knew this wouldn't be the last time. He returned to the room and was soon filling the air with smoke from the end of his cigarette.

You had run out of the pre-made black straps that you were adding to the shirt. You took a moment to sit back and consider the costume as it currently looked on the dress form. You reached for your iPad, wanting to compare your progress with the photos of Johnny Depp that you were working off of.

But the hand that you reached blindly out, only hit the desk and you sighed instantly. You swivelled your chair around, spotting the device in Damiano's hands as he relaxed on the couch, most of his attention on the television.

“I need my iPad.” You said, holding your hand out.

He looked over to you with a smirk, bringing the device closer to his chest. “Okay baby, just come over here and get it then.”

You knew there wasn’t any chance of the handover going that simply.

After crafting for almost two hours, stifling your cravings for your boyfriend had gotten more difficult. You got up from the desk with him watching your movements as you approached the sofa.

You again held out your empty hand. “I want it.”

He extended his arms, bringing the device within your grasp. But before you could make a grab for it, he raised it up above his head, moving it even further away from you. “Well I’m using it. It’s not like I’m doing anything important with it, just playing games. Maybe if I had a different toy to play with…”

You licked your lips and climbed onto the couch. He made a lot of quick movements - ditching his cigarette in the closeby ashtray, switching off the television and placing the iPad on the ground.

You straddled him, leaning down to kiss him. His hands went to your back, bringing you closer until your chest was flush to his. You wondered if he could feel how heavy your heart beat had become.

His hands moved underneath your top, reaching for your bra. You licked at his lips, teasing them apart so that you could explore into his mouth. You experienced the sweet taste of white wine. He moaned, sending quivers to your marked thighs.

He was pushing your top up, exposing more of your torso as he went. You pulled back, sitting up to gain the space needed to remove your shirt. He sat up as well, eager hands going to the clasp of your bra. Your skin prickled, needing to be touched more as you put your arms around him and drew him in for more deep kisses.

You should have known better than to expect your time on top to be anything but fleeting. His hands on your back kept you steady as he repositioned, placing your legs beneath his. You were aware of how close to the edge of the couch you had become and you held tighter to him, not wanting to be taken out of this moment by a tumble to the ground.

Somehow, almost telepathically, he was in tune with your concerns and he moved back a little. You tried to catch your breath in this pause, thinking on what your next move should be.

In a second, you were yanked forward, landing flat on your back. You smiled as he climbed on top of you, looking over you in a way that reminded you of how thoroughly owned you were. You instantly wanted more of your skin covered in his love bites.

There was an excitement that flooded through you as you looked into his eyes. There wasn’t anything routine about this, the only familiarity came from how intoxicating his smile was. You didn’t have to know what he was planning for you, you were already prepared to agree, to submit with a <i>yes Master.

You picked your head up, aiming for his mouth. But he moved, ducking down and putting his hands to your pants, loosening the tie. He pulled them off before proceeding to undo his jeans. You remained where you were, waiting for his command of what to do next.

“These are perfect.” He said, stalling on getting naked as he became distracted by your black panties - it wasn’t enough to look at them, his admiration of the underwear not complete if he didn’t touch them. “This little bow here…” He picked up the small ribbon that was stitched into place at the waistband. “Is this ‘cause your pussy is a present?”

You giggled. “Most definitely.”

“It’s very cute.” He said and you could feel more heat rising in your face. “But I can’t help thinking of all the ways I could ruin these panties.”

“Yes please.” You rushed to say.

He smiled, letting his fingers explore across the thin fabric - slowly and without applying any pressure. “Do I have to tie my kitten up again? Or are you gonna behave tonight?”

“I can be a good girl.”

“Are you sure about that?” He asked, pushing his fingers over your folds, which were already tensed and ready to react to anything he might do.

“I can try. I’ll do my best Daddy.”

“Good, ‘cause I’d hate to have to punish you.” He said, fingers moving lower and you had no doubt that he could feel all of the heat currently pooling in this area. “But I will if I have to.”

You didn’t know what you wanted more, for him to keep talking or for him to just start fucking you. You held his eye, trying your hardest to maintain whatever patience you had left. “I know because you’re training me.”

“That’s right and you love being trained, don’t you?”

“Ye-...” The rest of the word got caught in your throat when he parted your flaps with a single finger, pressing the underwear into your clitoral hood. At once you were flustered, your need for release was the only thing that you could think about.

“I expect an answer, kitten.”

You nodded. “Yes Daddy, I do. I love being trained by you, I love your corruption.”

He just smiled in response, silently watching as you trembled. He began to move his finger in a circle over your clitoris, drawing more sensations out of it. You felt yourself becoming more-and-more desperate for his touch, your thighs parting as you arched your back.

He paused his attention on your clit before you could properly sink into any kind of rhythm. He hooked a finger into either leghole and pulled the panties up, pulling them so tight until your folds fell out. The fabric contorted into this area, almost like a second skin over your clit. You shivered as you felt the bunched material pressed to your entrance.

He gave this newly-created strap a few testing tugs, making you whimper at the pleasure this unfamiliar stimulation brought across your pussy. He licked his lips, his satisfaction with this result clear on both his face and in the noticeable protrusion begging to be freed from his underwear.

“You don’t get to come without my permission, is that clear?” The forceful tone in his voice made your heart flutter.

And when you looked at his face, you could tell that he meant it. There was a change in his expression - a look that he could get when performing, or something he could switch on in photoshoots. He wasn’t the sweet boyfriend who made you soup from scratch when you were sick, or took photos to show you the dogs he saw during his morning run because he knew that would make you smile.

He was indulging his darker side and deeper desires - now your dominant, insatiable master. He was about to take you on an adventure, shamelessly acting out any of your fantasies.

He tugged at the underwear again, making you gasp. “Kitten, answer me.”

“Yes, yes.” Your hands balled into tight fists and you could already feel sweat beading on your forehead. “Yes Daddy.”

He played with the underwear strap, bringing an all-consuming ache to your cunt. He leant down and you held your breath, hoping he would soon put you in his mouth.

Instead you felt his lips on your stomach, sucking and biting at your skin. He had found a new part of your body to mark as his own. His teeth grazing against you only served to arouse you further, bringing more wetness to your cunt as he continued to tease it with your panties.

His manipulation of the panties had gradually picked up speed, unnoticed by you for a time. Until the moment came that it was too much. There wasn’t any faltering in his movements, leaving you with no opportunity to come up for air. The stimulation had your nerves dancing, getting you closer to your breaking point.

You felt pathetic at the first moan to come from your mouth, because you knew that this was barely the beginning of what he had planned for you and yet you were already losing control. You put a hand over your mouth, not wanting him to think that you didn’t have any staying power.

Even as your hips excitedly bucked - you weren’t sure if this rubbing would be enough to get you off. It was an enjoyable baseline, succeeding in beginning the fiery need. But you were thinking of what else you could have - what you would need to transcend into your climax.

There were a couple more awkward stutters from your hips before he released your underwear. You fell back to the couch, feeling no relief.

“You’re so wet.” He said with a little laugh.

He sat up, reaching away from you and collecting his glass of wine from the coffee table. You could see how flushed his face was, but he played it cool and savoured a sip of wine. You reached down to adjust your underwear, but the sticky heat was impossible to escape.

“Could I- would it be alright if I…” You paused to take a breath. “May I take my panties off, please Master?”

Asking for permission to remove your panties - when had his control over you become so powerful, so all-consuming?

“Yes baby. But I wanna keep them.”

You hesitated, turning a confused gaze upon him. “Pardon me?”

“Oh come on, you must already know that’s a fetish.”

“Well, I have seen Rocky Horror a couple of times. And I know that you like wearing quote-unquote girls clothes, but I didn’t think you-...”

“No, no - I’m not gonna wear them. They’re a little token, a keepsake - a memento that I can put somewhere secret and pull them out when I miss you or I can stumble upon them and get immediately hard remembering this moment right here. Remembering how you looked, how you smelt, how you sounded.

“I can buy you a new pair to replace these. Or you can refuse, they’re your property, babe. You get the final say.”

He gave you a moment to gather your thoughts, taking another sip of wine. But he had another condition to add. “But, if you were to refuse, I would make you wear those panties for the rest of the night.”

You were pushing the panties down in the same instant that he stopped talking, with any question on the decision quickly disappearing. You moved them down your legs until you could remove them from around your ankles. You held them out to him and he accepted them with a smile.

He folded up the messy underwear before depositing them into the pocket of his jeans. “I’d hate to leave them behind or lose them somewhere. Although, not as much as you’d hate to keep them on, eh?”

He reached out, drawing lines to connect the hickeys that were all over your thighs. “Poor little toy doesn’t like dry-humping. No, she needs her pussy naked when Daddy wants to destroy it, eh?”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you longed for this fucking. You needed his divine body to set your own free, more than you needed oxygen right now.

“Yes Daddy, that’s how I need it.”

You looked across when you felt movement and you were blessed by the sight of him finally removing his pants. You sat up, reaching for him as your heart raced.

Your lips came together as he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you in closer. You allowed yourself to be placed into his lap, your hands running all over his skin as you were desperate to savour every part of him. Your tongue pushed into his mouth and you were aware that you were rushing, unable to play it cool when your whole body was aching in your need. But he allowed it and you began to hope that he was done with teasing you.

He shifted your body, placing one of his legs between your thighs. As he completed this movement, his thigh connected with your cunt - brushing against this sensitive area in a way that made you gasp. You pulled away from his kisses, your breathing entering a shallow state as all of your focus flew back to your pussy.

He pressed kisses along the line of your jaw and you wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders. He put his hands to your hips, massaging the skin there before adopting a more determined hold. You could feel your pussy clenching and fluttering as his lips explored across your neck.

He pulled your body forward, drawing your dripping cunt along his tattooed thigh. You cried out, digging your nails into his skin.

“My little toy wants it so bad.” He said, his hot breath coating your skin.

“Mm-hmm…” You whined.

“Show Daddy how bad you want it.” He said, lifting his leg to press it against you even more.

You held tight to his shoulders and began to roll your hips, spreading your excitement further across his skin. He concentrated his mouth on your neck, sucking and applying the pressure that the rest of your body craved.

You set your own pace, pressing down harder and rocking into him with renewed vigour each time. You could feel the rubbing warming you deeper, making your core tingle. It was all enough to keep you from staying silent, the building pleasure expressed in moans.

“Remember naughty pet, no coming ‘til I say.” He said, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look down into his supernaturally dark eyes.

“Yes Master.”

He initiated a kiss and you wanted to sink into the inviting heat, his pacing promising to take you higher. But consistency was beyond your present capabilities. You were unable to keep up for a full five minutes, your mouth falling slack. You rested your forehead against his, panting as his eyes bore directly into your soul. Your noises were getting so much louder and he held you through it all, letting you bring yourself closer to the orgasm you were in dire need of.

“God, you sound amazing.” He said.

You could only respond in the form of a shaky exhale, before you dissolved into more moaning.

“But I think we could do even better, what do you think?”

“Yes. Please, yes please. Oh please Daddy.” You babbled.

“Well, go get a rubber then.” He said.

You didn’t fully trust your knees to maintain their strength as you slowly got to your feet. But it was worth the risk and you speedily walked to the bathroom. You grabbed a condom from the box, bumping into the door in your rush to leave the room.

When you returned, he was entirely naked - the sight so long overdue that you had to fight the urge to cheer. You sat down beside where he was sipping his wine. You held the packaged condom out to him, but he didn’t take it, instead just cocking one eyebrow as he looked at you.

“I believe this is the kind of thing you can handle.” He said, keeping the glass close to his lips.

“Of course.” You said, ripping it open.

He carried on sipping his wine, acting as if he had no immediate interest in you touching his cock. But you saw the muscles in his thighs clench as you pushed the latex down his shaft. You looked up to see a smile beginning at one corner of his mouth. You could see the lust sparkling in his eyes, just pleading to be indulged.

You reached down to cup his balls and this earned you a reaction with his hips jolting forward. You gently played with him, watching how he twitched. He set the wine glass aside and grabbed you by the back of your neck, bringing your mouth back to his. You crushed together, this time his tongue glided into your mouth, massaging along the roof of your mouth.

You whined, moving in closer to him and putting one of your legs across his lap. He put his hands to your waist and brought you over to sit on top of him.

He buried himself into you and you rolled forward, with greater force than any of your moves from earlier in the night. You couldn’t hold it back any longer - your need for him had gotten to be unbearable, it was like a destructive demon needing exorcism. He shifted beneath you, finding the position that would provide him with the best mobility.

There was a moment of quiet - something like standing in the eye of the storm. He looked into your eyes, probably trying to silently assess your current state of mind. You gave a little consenting nod and he put his hand to the small of your back.

Then his other hand went to your throat.

He powered into you, your bodies finally on the same wavelength. You writhed against him, feeling the bliss of his cock stroking against the most sensitive parts of your pussy. You didn’t think you had ever felt so ready to merge with him (or anyone else) and just completely become consumed in the fire of his desires.

Breathless moments of hips grinding as you stretched around his engorged member, were quickly overshadowed when he decided upon a rapid rhythm.

It seemed he was done with the build-up as well, hungrily diving deeper into you. His hand remained steady on your throat and your whole body was becoming overwhelmed by his power, every thrust pushing you into a higher realm of pleasure.

Even though you were placed on top of him, you didn’t waste any time thinking that you had any control. You were merely along for the ride, bucking to the pace that he had set.

It was all so fast, his thrusts coming unbelievably quick - not even a millisecond spent without any stimulation. Your throat clenched and you felt your ability to cope with this speed slipping. Your entire body was spasming as his hips snapped into yours again-and-again.

A violent tremor almost threw you off of his rhythm. You felt how desperately tight your cunt was around him and the effort of keeping back your climax had begun to bring tears to your eyes. You slumped forward, no longer possessing the strength to hold your head up. You laid your head against his chest, ready to collapse altogether.

“Please Master, please. I can’t… I need… Please… I need to come, please let me, please…”

He released your neck and wrapped his arms around you, a comforting moment amongst all of these Earth-destroying sensations. “Come for me baby.”

You cried out, the immense relief breathing new, inspired life into your pleasure. Finally allowed to come together, you allowed it all to overflow. With a gasp, you inched back on his dick, your stomach hollowing for a second. Then it all fell into place and inelegantly you tumbled forward again, experiencing your release with him deep inside of you.

You screamed his name, forgetting of the false formalities of the titles you were usually expected to call him. But he didn’t raise any complaints over this as he was soon being overwhelmed by his own orgasm.

The intense, involuntary clenching of your pussy walls was all that it took to get him spilling himself. He held tightly to you and you could feel aftershocks racing through your body.

With a choked sob, he slumped, making a heavy landing against the couch cushions. You rested against him, perfectly happy as he held you in his strong arms.

After a while you caught your breath, looking up as he stroked your hair. You returned his exhausted smile.

“How do you feel?” He asked, your faces still so close together that he didn’t need to speak in anything louder than a whisper.

“I feel spectacular, thank you Master.” You said. “Is there more wine?” You looked around to the single empty glass on the coffee table. “All that corruption has gotten me very thirsty.”

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🌼Damiano X reader

part3 of ??? [catchup on the 1st 2 installments]

NSFW! 🔥 smuttastic kinky swearing filthy smut

° Damiano David X female reader insert

° anon request: i was wondering if you could do a corruption kink fic with damiano and a female reader. [ask & it shall be given- requests are open]

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"I got you something, you can't wear it now 'cause it doesn't even slightly go with your Kim costume. But…"

You helped Damiano out of his gloves, allowing him the use of his hands after you had spent some time photographing his completed Edward Scissorhands costume. The numerous scissors were crafted from cardboard and silver paint - not dangerous or heavy, but cumbersome all the same. He would be dependent upon your help to allow him any regular functionality while you were at Victoria's Halloween Eve party.

You placed the accessories aside while he left for his bedroom. You put your phone down and went to the mirror, fussing with the fringe of your blonde wig. You weren't seeing yourself as a convincing Winona Ryder, but at the very least - you looked different to the person you usually saw looking back at you from the mirror.

He came back into the room, coming into view behind you in the mirror. You turned around, eyes dropping to the Chanel gift box in his hands. You put your hand over your mouth, unwilling to take it at first. You were daunted just by the thought of this luxury item.

"Are you gonna open it?" He asked. "Or are we gonna stand here and wait 'til Christmas?"

You held your breath as you eased off the lid of the plain white box. Inside was a necklace, gold and shining. There were thick, interlocking bands of gold, the points where the metal overlapped were decorated with diamonds that sparkled in the light.

Instantly you were intimidated, not wanting to touch it - it was so much nicer, worth so much more than any of the plastic chokers you usually decorated your neck with.

"Damiano, this is so… You shouldn't have… I… This is too nice. I've never owned anything designer. This is…"

"Yes, it's designer and it's fancy, but it is also your collar. It's not a necklace or a pretty choker. It's your collar, from your master." He had picked the jewellery up and was moving it about, the shiny gold catching the light. But you were distracted by his eyes, which were watching you closely, making you feel that primal heat in your gut. "It's a gift to thank you for trusting me and also because I love you."

"I love you too."

"You like it?" He put the necklace into your hands. "Do you wanna wear it for me later?"

"Yes Master."

………

You didn't put the necklace on until late in the next afternoon. The two of you had relocated to your apartment, lazing about in bed as you tried to recover from the heavy drinking you had done at the party.

From what you could recall, it had been a great night - you had seen so many unique costumes, you had laughed until your chest hurt. There were photos to help you fill in the blanks in your recollection. But nonetheless, you had woken up feeling positive about your first Halloween as Damiano's girlfriend - everyone had been very complimentary about your costumes and he had taken every opportunity to direct their praise to you, insisting you were solely responsible.

He had drifted off to sleep again, unable to maintain his focus on the cooking show you had been watching. His hair was still an untamed disaster, the effort he had put into removing his character makeup before going to bed hadn't been extended to ridding his head of the birdsnest you had helped create.

You quietly got out of the bed, putting into action the Halloween surprise you had planned behind his back. You liberated the box from its hiding spot in the linen cupboard.

Then you went to the coffee table where the Chanel package had been placed. You couldn't help but smile as you looked upon the jewellery. You still couldn't quite believe it was real, even as you picked it up and felt the weight of the gold in your hands. He thought you were worthy of expensive jewellery - it made you push your shoulders back a bit, it made you want to behave as one worthy of such an exquisite gift.

You placed it around your neck, latching it shut and feeling its snug fit. It didn't directly dig into your skin and you had a feeling that he would probably want to intermittently pull it tighter.

You pushed the decorated headband over the front of your hair and returned to the bedroom. He was still asleep, lying on his back with his limbs stretched out. You licked your lips, letting your eyes explore over his glorious naked form. Your mind raced and you put yourself back onto the bed, sitting down alongside him.

You began by tracing your fingertips across his forehead, your thighs clenched together as your anticipation grew-and-grew. When this failed to wake him, you let your hand travel lower. You brushed your fingers down his neck, feeling the warmth of his chest.

His cheek gave a slight twitch as you reached across his pectoral. But he didn't wake up, not even when you pushed your finger to his nipple. You started playing with the silver horseshoe pierced through his left nipple.

You leant down and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek - perhaps too gentle, as his eyes remained shut. You brushed your nose against his cheek, flicking the ring between two of your fingers.

"Daddy…" You breathed directly into his ear, making no effort to keep the eagerness from your voice. "Daddy, I need you." You rubbed your foot against his leg. "Please play with me."

"What's this?" His voice was thick and groggy as he turned his head to look at you, his eyes were barely open. "What's goin' on, kitten?"

"Play with me."

He kissed you and it was soft at first, as he needed more time to properly wake up.

He paused for air, opening his eyes. Immediately upon looking at you, he frowned. "What are you wearing?"

You smiled as he looked over the pointed cat ears attached to the headband. "Do you like it? I just figured that we could still do some celebrating today, I mean, it is Halloween and I thought it would be cute, being your kitty…"

"No, it is cute. It's definitely cute."

"You don't like it?"

He sighed and sat up. "It's very cute and I appreciate the effort, but this…" He plucked the accessory off of your head. "This is not kinky."

"Oh, well, I didn't, like, go to a specialty website or-..."

"If you want to be kinky, it needs to be something less run of the mill, less some mass produced cutesy thing. It needs to be something that you wouldn't wear in public, something that gives a clear indication of your status as a slutty sub."

You nodded your head, looking down and picking at the pastel blue polish on your nails. "Right, I should've put more thought into-"

"This does not make me wanna fuck your brains out." He said, tossing the headband over his shoulder.

"Okay, I'll do better next time…"

"I sure hope so." He said before tugging on your collar. "This looks good though."

You looked up, biting your bottom lip as you smiled. "Yeah? Does it make you feel like playing with me?"

"What kind of playing?"

Your breath shook as it left your body. "Hard."

"Hard?"

"I wanna be shaking and screaming. I want you to not hold back and just really, really make me feel naughty." You said. "I was dressed as such a good girl last night, right? Like, the perfect little suburbia, clean, goody two shoes girl… and I hated it. Remind me how dirty and filthy and bad I am. Please Master, I won't feel right until you do."

He quickly moved in closer, pulling on the necklace as he spoke directly into your ear. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you are literally never gonna be able to forget what a filthy slut you are.

"Do you have a spot where you keep your toys?"

"Toys? I…"

"Sex toys, baby."

"Oh, I, uhm… I don't have much." You leant across and opened the bottom draw of your bedside table. This was the second place where you kept condoms, but there were a couple of different items buried under the pjs folded up in there. You passed the box to him before moving the clothes to get to the secret items.

You picked out the compact hot pink plastic bullet, handing this to him. You heard it buzz as he immediately turned it on to test. Next, you found the nipple clamps, a set that remained tethered to one another with a delicate chain. Once these were in his hand, you grabbed for the thick vinyl cuffs. You shut the draw and sat up, turning back to him.

He paused, blinking at you. "Is that- there's more, right? This is just what you've got by your bed, right?"

You shifted your weight, tucking some hair behind your ear. "Um, no." You held the cuffs up, just in case he hadn't seen them. "This is it."

He smiled, his face relaxing to a less-critical expression. "Little kitty. You said you didn't wanna be fucked like a good girl. These are the limited supplies of a very good girl. It's gonna take a lot more work to get you good and corrupted."

You felt a rush and you bit into your bottom lip, you wanted to lunge at him, you were practically twitching to do so. "Yes please Master."

He had turned the vibrator off, placing it aside for the moment. But he kept the clamps in his hand, closing his fingers around it as he moved forward. He grabbed you to pull you closer by the necklace.

When his lips met yours again, you could feel the full-force of his passion. He was properly awake now, ready to be aroused, ready to play with you. You parted your lips, letting him deepen the kiss.

Before you could fall into any kind of rhythm, he moved his lips down, pressing a line of kisses down your neck. Your heart fluttered as he put his palms on your back and held you in place.

You were pleased when his mouth made it to your nipple, slipping the hardened nub between his lips. You whined as the sensation of his masterful tongue wiggling across your nipple was carried deep into your body, waves of pleasure gaining power and radiating out from your core.

You hadn't been preparing for the pinch of the clamp on your nipple, and so you moaned louder than before. You laughed shakily and tried to relax, knowing that there was still so much more to come.

"Lie down for me." He said, not needing to speak any louder than a whisper.

Straight away you started moving - repositioning to place your head at the pillow. Your bedding had his scent, an intoxicating combination of his cologne, cigarettes and hairspray.

He attached the second clamp to your bare nipple and you bit into your bottom lip, feeling your thighs quiver.

"Put your wrists up above your head. You can hold onto the headboard if that's more comfortable for you."

You did as instructed and he got to work ripping the velcro cuffs open. It was hard to think about anything else when you could feel your heartbeat in your nipples, so much heat swarming the two peaks. He looped the chain behind a rung of the bedhead, wrapping the soft vinyl strap around one wrist and then the other, securing you. His fingers traced down your arm, light enough to make you shiver.

You watched him, a pained expression on your face as your whole body ached for him. He was looking you over, up-and-down. Even though you had gotten closer to him during this process of corruption - there was still no way for you to predict what he was going to do next. You thought you had only gotten a brief glimpse into the wild urges that ran through his head.

"Daddy…" Your voice was weak. "I love you."

He smiled and smoothed your hair back from your face. "I love you too." He lowered himself down to kiss you, slow and deep, almost lulling in the calmness of his movements.

You didn't hear the vibrator start up again, but you felt it when he pushed it against your skin, just above your pubic mound. You broke away from his kiss with a cry in your delighted surprise.

He chuckled, keeping his face close to yours. "You weren't ready for that, huh?" You swallowed, only able to shake your head in response. "Oh, little kitten, you should get ready for what I'm gonna do to you. I'm gonna take my time, I'm gonna overwhelm you, I'm gonna draw out every last sensation until you're screaming for mercy. I've got all day to fuck you exactly how I want." He pushed the tip of the toy a bit further down, beginning into the area covered by your pubic hair. "And I'm not gonna waste a single second of this."

You thought your heart might burst out of your chest from how excited you were. But you didn't know how to prepare, you were filled with such tension that only he could relieve.

You tried to steady your breath as he sat up, away from you. You shut your eyes, only half-listening to the rustling of the condom box and then the wrapper. You could feel that your nipples were beginning to swell, throbbing just as your cunt was. You could feel the vibrator against your skin, buzzing and making you yearn for more.

You felt a new source of heat coming into contact with your pussy as he placed his knee between your legs. You eased your pelvis upwards, seeking the touch of his thigh to rub yourself against. He didn't stop you, allowing you to press your cunt against his skin, spreading your wetness.

Your throat clenched, strangling your sounds as you began to rock your hips. You were creating a slick stripe up his leg, the friction making you smile.

You had once again lost track of the vibrator, until he pressed it to the underside of your nipple. The shock was instant, making you halt in your movements.

"God, I love your sounds. Listening to you like this… fuck, you don't know what it does to me." He whispered to you.

Your hands were shaking enough to make the chain of the cuffs rattle when he moved the toy over to your other nipple. You started to move your hips again, quicker, a jerky quality to how you moved now.

He took the toy away again and put his hands onto your hips, guiding you through your thrusts. The pressure was incredible, your pussy walls desperately clenching.

"That's it, baby. Show me how fuckin' bad you are."

"Unf, Daddy."

Before you could find the correct, satisfying rhythm he pulled his leg away. You gasped, feeling like the room was spinning around you.

He moved off of you, lying next to you, rolled onto his side as he watched you struggle to find composure in this state of suspended arousal. You felt the frustration bubbling up and you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to keep quiet. You wanted him on top of you, overwhelming you - you wanted every inch of him pressed against you so that you could no longer feel any separation between your bodies.

Then you heard the quiet buzzing of your vibrator. "I wonder how you play with this…" He said, making you twitch when he pressed it to your lower stomach. "I wonder how you get yourself off, how you make that pussy gush when you're all alone." He rolled it against your skin and you began to feel the tremors in your muscles as he massaged it firmly on your stomach. "Do you just put it on your clit and let it rattle away until you're coming? Or do you put it up inside yourself and feel it and let your pussy grab it until you're coming?"

You were relieved when he kept talking, when he went on without awaiting an answer. You didn't think you could possibly answer right now, there were stars behind your eyelids and you felt the pleasure blooming, reaching deeper within you.

"I wonder if you know how good you could have it if you let yourself be naughty, if you let yourself worship your body, if you took your time and did it all…" He was saying, the toy moving lower again. "Do you rush when you use it? Or do you tease yourself and explore all of your erogenous zones?" You could feel the moisture starting to drip as the rhythm tantalized your pussy even more. "You don't have to race, baby, you could have so many orgasms." His tone changed, getting your attention through the fog of lust. "Do you rush yourself, little kitty?"

You gasped for air. "Yes, yes, I do. Sometimes I don't even come." You felt pathetic.

"That's not good enough. A pussy this pretty- deserves to be treated so right, deserves a thorough fucking as often as possible, with the biggest, nastiest orgasms every time."

"Yes please Master."

"Do you remember our first time and you were so needy, acting like you were gonna die if I didn't get you off?" He asked and you thought back to a hotel bed and the smell of his sweat. "And you were so wet. I don't think I'd ever seen anyone so wet and all you wanted was to ride my cock and cover me in that hot cum." He had switched to the next level of the bullet's intensity, pushing it closer to your pubic mound.

"I kept the lights on, and that was a big deal for you. You'd never…" He trailed off with a sigh. "But I wanted to watch all of it. I wanted to see what you would do when I sucked on those rock-hard nipples. And you just kept nodding your head, you remember that? Do you remember how you just kept nodding because you needed me to keep going?"

"Yes…"

"I'll never forget that. I'll never forget those sounds you made when I put your nipples in my mouth." Listening to his words brought your attention back to your nipples, this stimulation wanting to fuse with what was happening beneath your belly button. "I thought you were gonna come right then and there, before I could even get my cock in you. You were so loud."

You made a cry when he pushed the vibrator further down, letting it hit mere inches from your clit. You opened your eyes to where he was watching you, entranced by you.

"Do you think you're just as wet now?" He asked.

"Wetter." You said quickly.

He was smiling as he curled the toy into his palm and finally you felt his fingers on your pussy. Moving slowly, he massaged your flaps open and got to your entrance. You heard your wetness greet him as he briefly experienced this. His fingers were gone too soon. The bullet was nice as he returned it to your mound, but you would have preferred him.

"Open your mouth, you should taste this, taste how it feels to be such a bad, bad girl."

You parted your lips, lolling your tongue out. He placed his moist fingers upon your tongue and you immediately closed your lips around his digits. You barely registered the taste of your cum as you sucked, wishing it was his dick instead.

"Do you know how gorgeous you are?" He asked as you curled your tongue around his fingers. "You're a naughty kitten, but you're also a fuckin' goddess, do you know that?"

"I…" You moaned, unable to think of any ways to finish that sentence.

Your ability to speak was taken from you even further when he pushed the toy down, letting it rest against your clitoral hood. Its vibrations increased your heart rate, making you feel heat all over your body.

"Every wet, warm fold - I love it all, you're just the perfect fuck toy."

Your hips began to move again. "It's all for you, Master. Only you."

He pressed the vibrator down lower, all of the plastic shaft against your clit now. "You're doing really good, baby. You want me to keep going, don't you?"

"Yes, yes please." You were aching as you started to spasm. Your eyes briefly rolled back. "I wanna come for you so bad."

"I know, I know." His tone was so soothing, so encouraging. "Just a little more. Can you handle more?"

"Yes."

He removed the toy and put his hand across your stomach. He placed one of his legs between both of yours, even though yours hardly needed to be spread any further apart. He was back on top of your body and you arched your back up into him.

He kissed you and your focus was secured as you did your best to keep up with him. His hands were all over your body, which could have been soothing in another situation.

Then he was rubbing against you, thoroughly wetting his dick. You whined into his mouth, unable to hide how desperate you were.

You only got louder when you felt his tip, your pussy walls shuddering at the promise of being filled. You bucked and jerked as he entered you, your warmth immediately swallowing him. He was moving with restraint, somehow he still had control over himself. Your legs were splayed completely apart, the muscles contracting as your body tapped into the necessary rhythm. You could let it go into autopilot, your body would know how to get you over that edge.

Soon it was his full length inside of you, touching upon those parts that had already been brought to a state of unbearable sensitivity by his foreplay.

"There's my bad little toy. You're not a good girl when you're taking it just like this." He was deep inside of you while his breath warmed your cheek and he spoke directly into your ear. "Just like that, baby. Just like that…"

He didn't start to thrust, not yet. You were in a moment where the world had paused all around you as you waited for him to begin, to give you all he could.

You felt the vibrator again, immediately on your clitoris. He held this in place by pressing his hips against yours, making his own moans as he enjoyed the vibrations for himself. It was beginning to feel like too much, you didn't know how much more you could take before it overwhelmed your senses.

"You're doing great, baby. Just a bit more. Can you do a bit more for Daddy?"

You were spasming up into him, your hands aching to touch him. "Yes, yes Daddy."

Your body was a live wire, rutting up and teasing all of his length up-and-down to the rhythm that your orgasm demanded. "Please Daddy, please, please."

He tried to kiss you but this barely muffled the sounds of your rising ecstasy. "I like the sounds you make when I'm inside of you." He said, lazily rolling his hips to the pace you had set. "Your moans drive me crazy."

"Ah, oh fuck."

The external stimulation was in perfect harmony with his cock and your pleasure rose up even higher. Every time you noticed the toy, the intensity was all the more difficult to stand. Your whole body was consumed by tremors, every second filled by the noises you could no longer control.

"Please Daddy, oh please, please." You were ready to scream as the friction took you over.

"You don't have to wait, you can come whenever you want." His voice was noticeably quieter, a more strangled quality to his current tone of voice.

Everything was tensed and felt hard as the convulsions began to ruin you - your bound hands shaking, your nipples filled with pulsing nerves, your clit utterly wrecked by the continued stimulation as you greedily clenched around him. You could feel how engorged he was as you threw your head back. His thrusts were faltering but you didn't need them anymore, you were already crying out through your orgasm.

“Fuck, yes, yes, Daddy, aah.” Your throat strained, your cries ridiculously loud.

His strength was starting to leave him and he rested his head down, his sweaty brow pressed into your neck. His hands pawed at your body, unable to decide on one area to hold - he had to grab and experience all of you. The power in these last pumps was enough to bang the bedhead into the wall, his momentum incredible.

He was agreeing too, an uncontrolled slew of affirmations coming from his mouth. There were also profanities and you heard your name falling from his lips more than once.

You wrapped a leg around his waist, foot resting above his ass as you guided him through some deep strokes - encouraging him to fully spill all of his passion into you. Each of his aftershocks played out within you, their own spectacular moment. Even though you were entirely spent, you wanted to feel all of it.

"Ah… fuh-uck…" Your breath came out of you in loud rasps as he moved out of you.

There was still so much blood pumping into your erogenous zones and you feared being wracked by your own aftershocks for hours.

"Can I have my hands back?" You asked.

He lifted his head from the pillow. "Huh? Oh, of course baby."

He ripped the cuffs open and your first action was to move the pink bullet from where it was buzzing against your inner thigh. You pushed it away, not caring where it ended up. Then your trembling hands went to the clamps, releasing your nipples.

"How do you feel?" He asked, breathing heavily as he watched you.

You smiled. "Great." You rolled onto your side to face him. "Filthy again, it's much better."

He stroked your cheek, smiling back at you. He opened his mouth to say something, but paused, his brow falling into a furrow. "What is this…" He reached down and picked up the bullet. "Wow, this is still going? That's a decent battery-life it's got." He twisted the bottom of the toy, putting an end to its vibrations.

"Yeah, it does in a pinch."

"I don't… it's the most harmless looking dildo I've ever seen in my life. I'm gonna be going away more-and-more and I really hate the idea of this being all that you have to satisfy yourself with. Like, I'm gonna wanna tell you to play with yourself and this looks like it came out of a cereal pack, or a fuckin' Happy Meal. How are you gonna have mind blowing orgasms with this plastic shit?"

You laughed a little. "It was cheap and I was too intimidated to buy anything more heavy-duty. I don't think you need to be so offended though…"

"No, you should be offended. Your pussy should be offended that you think this is enough to satisfy her appetite."

You snatched it out of his hand and tossed it across the room. "I'll buy some new stuff, then."

"Too fucking right you will." He said, the look on his face very serious - apparently the giddiness of the afterglow hadn't properly come over him. "In fact, I'm giving you some homework, sexy homework.

"You're gonna go online and look at toys, so many toys. I want you to look through every store you can find. And when you think that you've seen every kind of toy on the market, that's when you're gonna keep looking. And you're gonna bookmark the ones you want to try and then I'll decide what you get to have. Is that clear for you, little kitten?"

You exhaled shakily. "Crystal clear."

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