#feast your eyes upon the bitch of a man

[rockybloo]

does lord vile have a design?

Yep

granted I've only drawn him once and it was for the sake of one panel of the comic

[goddess-venuz]

═ஓ๑ SIMP CHP 022 SMUT

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ:Love is a Bitch| Two Feet

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═ஓ๑A LONGING GASP ROLLED PAST YOUR TONGUE-...

"Y-Yuri-"

"I'm not stopping... I can't... I won't."

Crimson irises bore into yours; Yuri's lips planted fevered kisses past your stomach to your inner thighs- thumbs rising his oversized shirt further up your torso; seizing the fabric against your hardened nipples.

His irises stayed fixated on yours- lust glazed over; the man he gawked at you was foreign... You were used to the warmth shyness- happiness Yuri wield but now...

Your husband gawked at you as if you were his prey... And a predator must feast...

Teeth grasping the hems of your laced underneath that sheathed your quivering core; your stomach flinched ever so slightly- a butterfly sensation sprouting across your stomach.

As Yuri began to drag your laced underneath further down your thighs by his teeth; you attempted to close your legs resulting in a sudden pressure to apply to your thighs-

"Don't fucking close your legs."

Goosebumps littered your limbs- eyes widened at the unexpectedly low husk tone within Yuri's vocals; the male didn't pay your surprise any mind as he continued to drag your underwear until it had reached your knee.

Finally moving his fingers from your thighs to rip the underwear from your legs; tossing it to the side, Yuri hooked his arms underneath your thighs- lifting your ass inches from the sheets;

Unable to prepare yourself; another sharp gasp-like moan escapes your lips, your stomach sinking in the amount of pleasure of your swollen clit being sucked against.

Inhaling sharply; Yuri's mind was unable to unravel what was happening, his drunken lustful state merely increasing- for months he had merely dreamt of this moment but now that it is happening...

He wasn't going to let you go until you were overstimulated...

Back arching; your fingers dug into the mattress underneath you- legs forcibly pried opened, lips encircling around your swollen clit, tongue prodding the sensitive bud- attempting to contain your moans; it wasn't until you felt an exotic sensation filling your swollen cunt.

Walls becoming slightly stretched; your fingers itched to grasp Yuri's strains until you retracted your hand and buried it once more against the mattress until Yuri's husky voice brushed against your eardrums.

"Pull my hair."

Not needing to say it twice; your fingers roughly grasp the male's strains, curling your fingers through his locks- a sharp tug given to him earning a low groan to vibrate against your swollen core from Yuri's lips.

Hairs standing on the back of his neck; Yuri's fingertips burying into your flesh, the male's legs shifting against the mattress as another rough tug was given to his scalp-

Pleasure struck through his veins each tuck given; each moan that reached his ear... It drove him nearly to the brink of insanity.

Pumping his fingers through your swollen core; your walls squeezing around his curling fingers- Yuri's hips bucked mindlessly against the mattress, the male parting his lips from your clit upon feeling the slight compulsive motion against his fingers.

Selfishly pulling his fingers out; Yuri dipped his tongue into your soaked core, the secret officer made sure to take his time...

Yet as soon as your juices coated his tastebuds-

"Hah~"

Swallowing thickly; lips agape as your stomach flinched lightly as your cum glazed over Yuri's tongue, the male's eyebrows knitting almost a bit surprised by the sweetest of your fluids.

Once coming down from the small high; your eyes widened slightly- fever bursting across your lips, "Sorry!- I didn't mean-"

"It's fine."

Moving from your thighs; Yuri sat up, the male's digging his fingertips into your thighs- his crimson hues boring at your soaked entrance, dragging his tongue across his lips; a low chuckle fell past his lips.

You felt goosebumps prickling your flesh once his irises snapped to meet your gaze; chin tilted down slightly only adding further tingling across your flesh.

"That just means I'm going to fuck the shit outta you... So be a good girl... And take your husband's cock."

Everything had happened within a blink of an eye; you weren't sure how it happened, yet here you were...

"Yuri-..."

Face down; underneath Yuri- face buried into the pillow, ass in the air as one hand pressed firmly against your lower abdomen; a finger slowly circling your clit as another grasped the headboard above your heads.

"Oh, G-God..."

Walls stretched to their full extent; Each longing stroke of Yuri's cock earned a gasped moan from your lips, Yuri's irises bore into the back of your skull- the male's knuckles whitening as he desperately grasped the headboard that lightly tapped against the wall is pressed against.

"That's my girl... Keep moaning out who you belong to."

His husk vocals brushed against your ears; the feeling of his strains tickling your shoulder as Yuri planted a fevered kiss against the nape of your neck- your head tilted to the side only allowing him to latch his lips against your flesh;

Teeth combine across your heated nape; lips attaching to your flesh as his hips bucked selfishly against yours at a rough rhythmic pace.

Breasts bouncing in sync; Inhaling sharply through his nostrils as his cock plowed mercilessly through your swollen cunt- your eyelids forced to shut as a sharp cry erupted from you.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yuri!"

Once feeling yourself becoming lost inside the rough thrusts of Yuri; with one final buck- the male groaned against your flesh as he began to slow his hips painfully slow.

Moving his lips from the nape of your neck; dropping his hand from the headboard- pearly white fingers grasped your throat firmly.

Thumb rubbing against the noticeable love bite; your head was raised from the pillow- back arching to allow the position to be a bit more comfortable; you forced your heavy eyelids apart only to be met with Crimson hues-

"I want to hear you say it... Say what I want to hear."

Fingers squeezing your throat resulting in your lips falling further agape; your heart rammed against your rib cage as you blindly gazed into Yuri's eyes.

"I-I'm yours-..."

"And?"

"Your mine- Hah!~"

Throat suddenly realized- a sharp cough escapes your lips as the air that was being taken from you rushed into your lungs once more; he's falling forward until fingers curled themselves into your strains- roughly tugging your hair by the scalp;

Yuri grunted lowly as his hips snapped forward; once more rapidly thrusting his pelvis against your ass- his cock stretching- demolishing your cunt that greeted the male's length with ease;

Eyebrows knitting in pleasure; Yuri's finger continued to tend to your swollen clit as he gave a sharp tug to your loosened strains with the other.

"It's taking everything I have not to explode inside you", gruffly, mid-thrust, Yuri grunted; "I wanna cum inside you so bad..." whispering the shameful desire underneath his breath; his fingers releasing your strains allowing your face to become buried into the pillow once more.

"Four months... Four... Fucking... Months...It took everything in me not to just press you up against the nearest wall... Fucking this sweet cunt of yours raw, filling it to the brim with my cum... The thought of you begging for more of my touch drove me insane... And now look at you... Can't even speak until it's moaning out my name."

Your instantaneous agreeing mewl earned yet another low chuckle to brush past his lips; his irises bore into your swollen cunt that took in his cock, The mere sight invokes a moan,the sound vibrates more past his lips as he grinds his length further down your cunt.

Shocks of pleasure ricocheted through you as your hips fight back to increase the simulation, fingers digging further into the pillow until the sensation of Yuri's slapping his palm against your ass earned a hitched cry as result-

For a split second; his cock departed from your cunt, palms gripping your hips to flip you onto your back-hazed irises snapping to gaze up at Yuri who merely kept his hues fixated on yours-

"You have always been so fucking perfect..." he rasps. "So fucking good to me." quick circles while he continues teasing your slit. "Every morning- every night- You flash that pretty smile that would be enough to make my knees go weak..."

Cock twitching against your warmth; Yuri guided his length through your cunt slow and torturous as inch by inch, he stretches your cunt once more-

Your walls squeeze around him as if he hadn't been plowing through your cunt prior; His arms slip around your waist snugly, keeping you still as you instinctively buck and writhe in search of relentless stimulation. He keeps you there, sheathed to the hilt, pubic bone flush against your clit.

A moan finally escaped his lips; Yuri pressed his chest against your breast, burying his face into the nape of your neck; grinding himself further, you could feel the male shudder against you as he rolled his hips.

"God, I love you... I can't get enough of you... Of your sweet pussy..."

Lust breaking his mentality; emotions bubbling- boiling over his surface as soon after, nothing but pure greediness burst across his flesh.

Overwhelming strength; speed that matched with force released against the shattering snapping of his hips against your pelvis- skillfully hitting the aching spot within your bundling nerves over and over resulted in a pleasurable cry erupting from your swollen lips.

Vision blurring; fingertips burying into his shoulders; Yuri's arms secured firmly around your waist, the male's husk moans filling your eardrums.

Thighs clamped around his waist; legs closed around the male, his relentless- merciless- thrusts shook you to the core.

You were able to withstand any longer within Yuri's arms; becoming undone by his maneuver, becoming consumes by your bundle of sensitive nerves- your mind becoming blank; unable to comprehend your surroundings;

Burning pleasure rippled through your flesh; goosebumps soared through your limbs, basking every mere second Yuri had rendered you into such a submissive- mind-boggling state,

You did not regret it one bit.

When you thought the male couldn't make you quiver with pure pleasure; his husk vocals merely added fire to the flame, "Fuck...can feel you squeezing—tight and warm... Go ahead, Cum for me Baby~"

Nails digging into his flesh; earning scratches among from his shoulder blades to his spine- the hint of pain merely enhancing his pleasure,

Yuri's larger hands clasped around your wrists; pinning them above your skull, moving his face from the crook of your neck- Yuri tauntingly rested his lips inches from your agape once,

Breathing heavily; nose resting against yours-

Squirming underneath his pelvis, just as Yuri bucked his pelvis against yours; "Your pussy fits around my cock so well... You know... This is only the beginning... you're going to take everything I have all night... Slow... Rough... Understood, Wife?"

"Y-Yes!"

Back arching upon feeling his hand roughly grasping your ass; such a small change in position allowed the man to stroke the bundle of nerves deeply within you-

Oh how desperately you wanted to grasp Yuri; fingertips buried into his flesh... Running down his shoulder blades and back...

Yuri pounded into you, with no remorse, Every second, Minute, Hour, and Month of pent-up sexual frustration was being released all in one night... UnForgivingly he would make sure to burn his name into your brain... The way his cock stretched you out will forever be left behind...

"Yuri! I'm Cumming!-"

"Go ahead, who's stopping you?"

Body freezing as your eyelids glued shut; hitched moan rolled past your lips in longing spurts as your walls unforgivingly squeezed around his cock, creaming on his length- Yuri continued to roll his hips as he came shortly after;

Lips parted; a moan escapes his lips, shoulders shuddering- the male felt his heart fluttering with pure ecstasy.

"Yuri-"

Vocals seized by the male hungrily capturing your lips with his; Yuri's hands that grasped your wrist gradually released them- digging his fingertips into the mattress beside your head;

Lips gradually parted; heaving breathing shared between the two of you, Yuri lifted himself barely inches from you- crimson hues boring into yours;

The man finally had you in his arms, his alone, you were his, and he wasn't going to stop until every inch of your flesh is covered with his memorizing love bites; until your thighs, cunt, ass was slick with his cum; Yuri wasn't going to stop until you understand the true definition of being A Wife to a Briar...

"You better pray you have makeup to cover up my marks."

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[lovelykhaleesiii]

hi, other half, I've came to beg you to write some smutty thing for me. You once posted sth about riding Aegon's belly and yOU BITCH, I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO STOP THINKING ABOUT IT SINCE THEN. So I'm begging you, queen of chubby!aegon, to write something about getting off on Aegon's fat belly (and u know the details, i know u do bc we share the same mind).

i love u, please and thank u🤍🥺

I LOVE YOU! and whoopsie, I can't help it if my thotty thots overtake your mind <3 lord have mercy, I really took my time with this one boo, like I actually lost myself AHAHA you know what they say, great minds think alike :))) hope you enjoy lovely x

Satisfied, Yet?

PAIRING: chubby!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader.

WORDS: 2,464.

WARNINGS: NSFW, slight mention of fatphobic comment, thigh/stomach riding, p in v sex, swearing.

Since being anointed as King, Aegon's life had altered drastically. Most of these changes not only seeped into his political stance in the realm, or in his dutiful role of upholding social responsibilities, although in his physicality, too. Since, having been betrothed to Aegon from his long, before days as Prince till now, you'd been front row and center to all these unfolding changes...

Nonetheless, at the very least you were quite absorbed in all the theatrics, particularly relishing in your husband's growing figure.

Aegon had always been an envoy to gluttony since his youth, his habits had only recently begun to swell from a boy's meager appetite into a man's. Since his coronation, Aegon, with you loyally by his side, had been invited and exposed to plentiful feasts, tourneys, banquets and celebrations in honor of his succession, with copious amounts of succulent roasts, pastries, sweets, treats and wine, that could fulfillingly feed the entire realm thrice. It was inevitable that such a habit of glutton would overtake…

Although you modestly dined in moderation, Aegon often found himself feasting, ravishing through the delectable flavours each region of the realm had to offer to their newly appointed King, eagerly hoping to appease his Grace.  As time went on, you found that his table manners had become wilted, as he’d often lost focus, disengaging in conversations, too enraptured by gorging himself on the delicacies offered to him by his meek subjects. You’d even occasionally witness him satisfyingly licking the tasteful grease off of his now thick, pudgy fingers, savoring the sacred moment, as his other free hand massaged his full, distended belly. 

In doing so, and unknowing to Aegon’s own naked eye, his appetite grew just as rapid as his waistline. His grandsire, the Hand, Otto Hightower, often eyed the King with disgust although, so long as Aegon showed up to such meaningful events, he did not protest. Nor did the Dowager Queen, Alicent, for she grew weary and apprehensive to provoke Aegon, now that he was King. Thus, no one dared to fuss. 

If you were being frank with yourself, you intently observed Aegon’s newly found habits, not in a parallel way to his grandsire, although with lust. Aegon’s appetite was what you’d believed, fit for a King. The repercussions of this, you reaped bashfully, as you gradually watched your beloved husband's figure swell. He maintained muscle, through occasional combat training and flights with Sunfyre, although now a visible layer of fat had grown all over, padding the muscle beneath. His legs, once modestly average sized, had now grown to be as thick as tree trunks, along with his bulky biceps and forearms to match. Although the centerpiece of attraction was his abdominal region, now protruding over his hidden waistline, the soft flesh hung, resting over his stocky thighs whenever you found him lounging. 

Gods be good, was it a mission to remain incessantly composed for hours when you were present to spoil your longing eyes upon your dear husband sprawled comfortably upon the Iron Throne… He’d grown into the seat, the fat of his thighs digging into the edge, subtly hanging over its edge, as he just managed to fit in. The image was stupendously ingrained into your brain, and the only thoughts that you could muster were sinful. 

Nonetheless, Aegon remained oblivious to the venereal effect his appearance was having on you…

****

“Fuck-” Aegon frusturatingly huffed.

“What is it, my love?” You concerningly question. Slowly closing the pages of your novel that rested against your lap, as you turned to face your husband, you had been greeted with an exasperated Aegon, his plump cheeks reddened from all the bustling noises you’d mindlessly heard in the background whilst reading. 

“It seems I am in need of a new fitting. I have been struggling to button these trousers on, dearest, not to mention how uncomfortably tight they now feel,” Aegon sulkingly protested. You carefully watched on, as you witnessed Aegon curiously pondering over his reflection in the mirror of your shared compartment. The pantaloons he’d been whining about, he’d just managed to dress, although remained loose and unsecured where it should have been buttoned and fitted. Instead, his portly belly hung low, his flesh engulfing over the opening and seams of the pants. 

“Be honest before the Gods dearest, have I grown?” Aegon uttered, as he turned to face you sharply, his hands gliding over his swollen belly, as the one squeezed the mold of fat over where his ribs lay protected beneath.

“I-uh, I do not know what you mean, dearest. Y-You look fine,” You meekly respond, unable to maintain direct eye contact, once Aegon was done sizing himself down, returning his gaze unto you. A stern look had brewed across his face, as you lowered your head to the book on your lap, fiddling with its torn edges.

“Do not toy with me, Y/N. Be honest, at the very least, I command that you speak the truth before your King. Have I grown…fat?” A distaste apparent in his stern voice, Aegon looked upon you with fretful eyes. 

Your reluctant gaze had softened with adoration. You did not wish for Aegon to feel even the slightest tinge of shame for his change, nor did you want him to think it possible, that you were revolted by the very sight of your husband.

“Y-You may have grown somewhat in size, but Aeg, that does not mean I love you any less. No lesser, than the day my maiden eyes had laid upon you.” 

Although you spoke warmly of the truth, Aegon refused to believe. Disapprovingly shaking his head in protest, he tore his attention away from you, avoiding eye contact as his glistening, lilac eyes had now wandered to the ground beneath his feet. His hands nervously gliding up and down the sides of his thick thighs, as he slowly seated himself down over the edge of the bed, an audible creak of the wooden frame fracturing the silence. 

“People must look upon us, and feel pity unto you, my wife. For look at the ‘hog’ she has now binded herself to-”

“Aegon, please-” You firmly interjected, racing over towards your husband, as you gracefully knelt before him, your hands now appearing tiny, sprawled against his large thighs, gripping the flesh for stability. 

“Aeg, look at me-” Your hand reached over, tugging at his fatty chin to redirect his attention solely onto you. 

“They-” Your fleeting eyes darting towards the shut door and back towards him, indicating to the world beyond.

“-should not matter. I would never say such vile things, nor could I ever think of you like that.” 

Aegon remained chillingly quiet, although you’d faintly glimpsed a sudden glint in his eyes, as his fixed attention lingered over your soft lips. 

“Prove it.” 

His sudden words took a solid few seconds to register in your mind, before you’d fathomed its meaning. Prove so, how? 

You knew exactly what was required of you. Your readiness for this moment had been stirring amid the quiet moments against the bustle and haste, of the banquets and festivities you’d both attended, that you often found yourself reservedly pondering in your own lustful thoughts, envisioning many things… 

“Sit properly on the bed,” You boldly uttered, as you stood yourself up, pushing yourself up from Aegon’s knees, leaning yourself ever so slightly forward that the evident cleavage in your tightly fitted gown were brazenly displayed to Aegon, as you stood swiftly. It made you innocently chuckle seeing Aegon smacking his juicy lips in response, as he strugglingly shuffled himself atop the bed, right towards the center of the wooden headboard. His large, rough hands steadily rubbed against the tight fabric of his thighs in anticipation for what was to come, as he intently observed you from afar. 

Both your undivided attention remained mutually onto each other: a faint, tender smile appearing on your face, as you noticed the hunger in Aegon’s eyes [mildly similar to how he gushed over the plated feasts], a smirk beaming across his face. 

Slowly walking over towards him, you’d managed to hike the front of your dress up sensually, before crawling atop the bed, only to find yourself straddling your beloved husband. Your legs had been stretched out broadly, accommodating for his wider frame, as his stomach pushed against the sensitive region of your lower abdomen and entrance. Gods, did his thighs feel so tender and soft beneath your ass, as you comfortably lowered yourself down, readjusting your position. Your arms instinctively stretch over towards his neck line, as your fingers begin to tangle and pull on the platinum, short strands from behind. 

It seemed the warm, tense friction of your body against Aegon’s was already beginning to stir the new King, pleasantly.

Closing in the distance between your faces, as your moist lips teasingly hovered over his plump ones. 

“You want me to prove it, baby… So be it,” You softly whispered, the warmth of your breath Aegon had inhaled, unable to remain patient, the young King pushed his mouth against yours, his tongue shoving its way through in exchange for a long, passionate kiss. Somehow, his pudgy hands had managed to find their way towards your backside, roughly squeezing the flesh of each cheek, you were certain his fingerprints would remain evident. 

Almost in tune to a rhythm, you began to pace yourself in a loop, slowly rocking forwards and back against the thin fabric of Aegon’s strained pants, your body shoving in deeper towards his distended belly, before leaning back to give him some momentary relief. 

“Mhmm,” Aegon lowly moaned, as one hand remained glued to your tender ass cheek, whilst the other snaked its way firmly behind your back, his rough hand gripping your neck, his thick fingers entangled in your hair, as he massaged the base of your head. 

“You have no idea what you’ve done to me, seeing you become this-” You breathlessly whimpered, as you tore apart your lips from his to speak. 

Aegon sensed the sincerity in your tone, and the soft, pleasing look in your eyes, as you ached for him. You could’ve sworn he could physically feel the throbbing sensation pulsating from your moist cunt, against the soft flesh of his full gut. 

“And what is it that I have done? What is it that you wish to do to me, my sweet, sweet angel?” 

Your pace had subtly quicked, briefly feeling Aegon trying to align your cunt to his cock, he undoubtedly was not expecting your next move. 

Insisting Aegon to recline himself further back into a semi-fowler position, the plentiful, fluffed cushions supporting his heavy mass in conjunction to the solid headboard hidden beneath. You swiftly shuffled yourself further up his body, thrusting yourself forward with enough momentum that you now sat atop, straddling his doughy, bloated stomach beneath. Your hands now gripping dearly onto his broad, dense shoulders, nails digging into the cloth-like fabric of his white shirt, as you further continued to thrust against him, riding his flesh beneath deeply and vigorously. 

“Fuck, Y/N-” He growled, as his grip remained strained onto your hips, as they rhythmically bucked forwards and back, desperately riding in deeper into his mass. 

“See-uh-See, what you’ve done to me, this, all of this-” You squeeze a little more into the flesh of his skin, pulling at the fat that embodied your husband, signifying his tremendous growth. Your moistened cunt began to coat his pale, soft skin stripped with reddened marks and stripes all along his sides and below, with your sweetness, as his shirt hiked up against your movements. 

“L-Look, my King, look at exactly what you’ve done to m-me-” You bashfully utter, as your spine instinctively arches, the collision and smacking of your skin against his continued to be heard in such close proximity, only muffled by either of your mindless moans and grunts. Nestled between your lower cunt and backside, you could feel something poking through, Aegon’s thick cock beginning to swell, feeling its pulsating urge beneath the strained fabric, the incessant need to shove itself inside of you grew with each movement. 

“Hmmf-” Aegon’s heavy, volatile breathing grew rapidly: as he ate himself to swell, his efforts became strained, often catching him huffing and puffing after hiking up a dense flight of stairs. 

“Come on, Aegon- I-I’m so close already-” You stutteringly whimper, sensual moans mindlessly interrupting your words. Now your wetness began to lubricate his succulent, fleshy skin entirely, as your cum pooled beneath, making your movements easier, gliding over his portly stomach. Where his lean pecs had once been, now a thick layer of adipose mounted over: one hand remained gripped to his shoulder, desperate for the stable support, whilst the other firmly cupped and squeezed at his enlarged, swollen pec. The roughness of your touch against the sensitive site, scored a loud plea for your name from his lips, that momentarily left your lifted breasts, before resuming to suckle on your soft skin. 

“Prove me wrong, baby. Prove me so fucking wrong-” Aegon groaned and moaned desperately, his grip remained firm as he tried desperately to shove you down deeper into his body. 

Instantly, you felt your pulsating cunt drench his swollen, soft belly as you pleasantly cried out, moaning Aegon’s name like a banshee in the night. His cock beneath you twitched in response, some moistness had brewed and seeped beneath its place, for it seemed Aegon was just as close to pumping, making a mess of himself. Although, as surprisingly swift as he could be for his size, Aegon thoroughly knew his way around your body, despite the changes to his own. His pants already undone from before, he could easily lift you up momentarily, pulling it down further enough for his bare cock to protrude through, aggressively shoving himself into you as you now remained atop. His thick cum coating your inner walls, as his veiny, fat cock grazed over your sweet spot, whilst your walls clenched on his thick cock. 

“Fuck, baby-” He subtly mouthed,  as he prompted himself further up, although his belly innately blocking his way, as he tried to lean over towards your own feeble body. The pace of your breathing now in sync with his, as your heated bodies lunged over towards one another for support, he held your weak self in his bulky arms, Aegon’s dense cock still remained inside of you, its strong pulse echoing from within your walls. 

“Satisfied, yet?” You helplessly pant, as you reluctantly pull yourself out of Aegon, repositioning yourself laying, nestled by his side. 

“I guess I should hold back on training for a little while longer, I wouldn't want to lose this figure, if that’s what I’ll be expecting, dear wife.”

[xxnghtclls]

Permission

Chapter 4

(Chapter 3; Chapter 5)

True Form Sukuna x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warning: Graphic Depiction Of Violence

Please see Chapter 1 for tags!

The Sounds Of Sex

Tapping on the cold stone floor, you slowly you make your way through the halls of the shrine you call your home for the past month.

After visiting the kitchen you had to bare the presence of the mean bitch, who was ordered to prepare the food for Master Sukuna.

“Don’t trip and spill it.” she remarked in a mocking tone. You ignored her and watched her putting a covered plate on a cart.

Pushing the cart before you, you peek at the covered plate.

It’s heavy and smells raw. Bloody. You wonder if it’s human, female.

After all you saw, him feasting on a woman, him supposedly feeding an old man to crows, you concluded his favourite meat must be that of a woman. Pictures of your first encounter with him still linger on your mind like it was yesterday. You’ve become a grown woman since your eyes first met and the question if you or one of the other maidens working there will be his next meal did cross your mind not just once and yet you’re about to walk into his chambers.

Alone. Brave.

You can’t deny that you are nervous, in a negative but also in a positive way. He’s the reason you came here after all and after one long month you finally have the chance to meet him. Well. Kind of.

I will not look at him until he said so, I will not speak to him, until he said so. I will bow to him as the King he is, your mind recites countless times.

Your way leads past the sliding door that is your room. Uraume instructed you to walk past your door and turn right on the next corner. Doing exactly that, you see another sliding door. A fancy one. Pretty, expensive wood. Another thing you notice is, there isn’t another room except this one.

Have I been sleeping in the room right next to him the whole time?

Your face heats up a little at that thought.

Uraume instructed you to softly knock three times before entering. You race your knuckles, ready to knock.

There it is, the energy. You almost waited for it to crawl back to your throat. Blood is pumping, heart starts racing again. You breathe deeply and

Knock

Knock

Knock

You wait a moment to hear if he’s answering. Nothing. Going down on your knees, you grab the door and slowly push it open, keeping your head lowered at all times. His energy becoming more heavy in the moment the door opens. Sliding in with your knees, you stand up to pull the tray in.

You turn around, on your knees again, to slide the door back into its closed position. Heart is still pumping fast. You almost can hear the blood rush through your ears. After standing up again you go to the tray to push it further into his room.

It’s dark in here.

On the floor you can see the moonlight painting blue shapes on the ground. It smells like smoke, a pipe. Slowly walking in, your body decides to move for you. You peek and there he is.

He’s standing at an opened sliding door that leads to the garden you worked a whole month in. You didn’t notice that there was another door. He was there all along and you didn’t notice. You let your eyes wander from his feet up to his hair. Bare feet on the wooden floor. Tattooed ankles, you remember them. Eyes wander up further. He wears a white kimono, with dark blue edges. His back is facing you, broad shoulders painting a dark shadow on the floor. His left hand holding a kiseru, his remaining hands, as far as you could see, rest cross armed inside of his kimono. Pink hair being illuminated in a blue tint as the moonlight falls upon it.

He’s so tall.

Your eyes jump back to your hands pushing the cart and slow down. Uraume told you to just push the cart five steps into his room and leave. You notice this incredible silence in the room, only hearing some crickets from the garden and the soft dabble from the pond. It’s peaceful. You didn’t feel this much piece in a long time. Well, actually never. His energy, as much intimidating as it is, it also wraps itself onto you like a warm blanket. It’s confusing. You wouldn’t expect that from a creature that you witnessed murder from. Taking another breath you turn around silently to go back to the door you came into.

“You’re new.” A voice.

His voice. Calm.

Your heart jumps a beat. Your feet stop moving. A warm feeling inside you.

He didn’t even see me. How can he know?

The sound of his mouth taking a puff from the pipe reaches your ears.

I will not look at him until he said so, I will not speak to him, until he said so.

You decide to move on quietly until you reach the door, kneeling again to push it open, eyes fixated on your hands as you crawl through the opened space to push it shut again.

Standing up, you start to run in tiny steps until you reach the door to your room and enter it. Breathing heavily you lean against the door you just closed shut. You try to comprehend what just happened. His voice was so calm and deep. It didn’t sound at all like the laugh you’ve heard so many times. It was just so peaceful and yet people always said he was the devil himself.

How can his voice be such a soothing sound?

Bringing him his dinner was your last task for today so you slowly make your way to your bed and lay down. His voice still replaying in your head countless times. Just like the pictures in your head from a woman being eaten would not leave your eyes, his voice would not leave your ears. The only thing bothering you is, that it just doesn’t add up. You softly tug at the sheets of your bed, completely lost in thought. Lost in thought about him.

I need to hear him again.

With this as the last thought on your mind, you consciousness wanders into the realms of shadows and dreams.

You’re new.

His voice being replayed by your mind wakes you up in the morning. You stay in your bed a few minutes more than you normally would, thinking of what happened last night.

Hopefully Uraume will order me to bring him his dinner tonight too.

Getting up, you notice you didn’t change your clothes last night, you slept in your kimono. Completely lost in thought about him. Giving yourself an eye-roll, you walk out of your room. Eyes shooting to your left. On the opposite corner of your room, that’s where he stays. You grow excited and rush into the hallway you clean day after day since you came here.

Uraume did not ask you to bring him his dinner this day. You spent another two days of just cleaning and gardening. Gardening was much more of an exciting task now that you knew he could be there, watching you maybe. You caught yourself peeking into the direction of where his door must be a lot of times. It wasn’t really visible but it must be there.

The days went on without much happening. The other maidens going on with their tasks like usual. Once you heard the mean bitch mocking another girl in the hallway. She made you angry. She remembered you of the people you had to endure while you were living in the village you grew up in. What she said to you on your first day implied that she already met Master Sukuna. You asked yourself what he could’ve said to her, when they first met. Was it as peaceful as your last encounter with him? Did they talk at all?

Three days passed. You mindlessly cut some dead ends off a plant in the garden, still sometimes thinking of him, as Uraume approaches you.

“Master Sukuna was pleased with your service three days ago. You will bring him his dinner tonight as well.” they said in their usual monotone voice.

Hearing their words let excitement grow in your stomach once again, catching yourself to peek at his door again.

“If you do well tonight, you will be allowed to bring him his dinner more frequently.” they added and left.

You noticed once again, that Uraume isn’t much of the talking type, very strict and motivated to keep everything in order.

It was around noon so you had to go on with your tasks until the night approached. Apparently that’s the time he usually eats. After cleaning the hallway, you made sure to eat a few fruits and vegetables before you were on your way to the kitchen to get the tray with his food. No mean bitch this time.

Thank god.

It was another young woman, she was nice to you, even giving you a piece of fresh onigiri she just made. It was filled with salmon. You devoured it hastily, not wanting to be too late and soon you were on your way to his chambers once again.

Walking along the halls, your heart started to get nervous again. I wonder if he’s gonna say something this time.

Passing the corner that leads into the hallway your room was located in, you catch yourself smiling.

What if he isn’t so bad?, you think to yourself, your mind rejecting every bad thing you witnessed so far.

Passing the door that leads to your room you listen to the sound of the soft squeaking of the cart rolling onto the stone floor, waiting for his energy to embrace you again. Then you notice another sound. It’s getting louder the more you reach the corner you have to pass to get to his chambers. It sounds like heavy breathing. Almost like someone is in pain. Approaching his door, your feet slow down. Down on your knees, curious ears reach his door.

Moans. Grunts. Skin clapping.

Fucking.

You heart jumps, your blood rushes to your face. Ears as red as a rose. You have to suppress a squeal, your hand rushing to cover your mouth.

A slap followed by a loud moan stings into your ear.

It sounds erotic, but aggressive. His energy creeping from under the door right into your lap. You feel your heartbeat start to throb between your legs. It’s not like you never touched yourself, you just have never experienced this kind of intimacy with someone. Your imagination starts to grow, remembering that you often heard people in your village having sex, fucking, sometimes in corners of the streets.

A low groan.

That’s him. His voice.

Wetness forms between your legs, making you press your thighs together.

The sound of slapping skin increases. Faster. Her moans become louder. His groans deeper.

How am I supposed to walk in there? Should I walk in there at all?

“Fucking slut, louder!” he growls, followed by a loud squeal from her.

Your face starts to burn.

Did he just call her that?

Your kimono sits tight. Thankfully. If not your hand would’ve decided to touch your cunt here and then. In the hallway. Sitting in front of the door of his chambers.

Your clit is throbbing. Hearing sex, hearing him fucking. It turns you on. So much. But what about your task? You decide to wait a bit.

Maybe they will stop soon.

After waiting for another 30 minutes you figured they wouldn’t.

With wetness between your thighs, you brace yourself. Rising your knuckles once again to knock. Heart racing, pussy throbbing. The nervousness is way worse than last time.

Knock Knock Knock

Your hand is shaking. The sounds continue. They either ignored you or didn’t hear it, which wouldn’t be a surprise. Carefully and as silent as possible you slide the door open, the smell of sex and sweat reaching your nose. Sounds turning louder as soon as you open the door. It doesn’t help your composure, your arousal increases.

Carefully sliding in, you stand up to pull the cart in. Kneeling down again to shut the door, your mind focuses on the sounds again. Raw sounds of lust behind your back. You feel as if you could fry an egg on your face. You slide the door shut silently, eyes fixated on your shaking hands. You stand up and it feels like your juices are already smeared on your thigh. Suddenly you feel eyes piercing into you. So intense. Like a weight on your back. This time however, you don’t dare to take a peek.

A hard thrust, a loud squeal.

You even close your eyes.

I will not look at him until he said so.

Five steps. The squeaking of the cart seems to be unbearably loud. The sounds of sex however, even louder.

One.

Two.

“M-Master.. ugh” she moans desperately.

Three.

Four.

A deep growl.

Five.

“Cum!” he commands.

Hearing it, you feel like it goes right into your already dripping cunt. She cums. Hard. Screaming. You feel like you almost do, too.

The five steps back to the door felt like walking a mile. You rush to your knees, slide out and shut the door behind you. Happy to have this situation survived until now, you run back to your room.

In the desperate need to take care of the feeling between your legs you hurry out of your kimono and let your naked self fall onto your futon. Feeling your ridiculous wet core, while remembering his voice and grunts and commands, your fingers don’t take long to make you cum.

Hard.

[heirbane]

“they're dead because of you!” // from arye. have fun ❤️

Gaius had nothing to say. He was a man of many words, tongue as gilded as the halls of the Emperor's quarters - and, just like his Radiance's sprawling grounds and towering columns, it had been ripped from existence, sinew by sinew. Where alabaster and granite cracked and the gilding melted as blood from open wounds, he, too, felt as if he were falling apart.

The palace had eaten itself alive, hadn't it? The Empire was so starved to see Solus's wish complete that it turned to its own tail and feasted. Solus wanted nothing more than the star to crumble under his heel.

Like soldier figurines on a strategy map, the entirety of Garlemald fell, one after one after one. Solus "died"; Varis was slaughtered by his own kin, a heir Gaius should have suffocated at birth. One by one, the legions devoured themselves alive.

The whelps followed after their bitch, didn't they? The Empire's legions watched as their mother ate herself alive, and they followed suit. So few questioned. So few remained.

Solus would have believed them aberrations. Ill-trained, ill-bred. The fact they lived showed they weren't worthy of the Empire: after all, weren't they raised to die for it? There was, somehow, more honor in death than in living; than meeting the sea and not seeing the dawn. Gaius didn't understand.

Maybe he was an aberration. Maybe he had simply been born to be a killer, as he had lead dozens upon dozens of soldiers, children and man alike. Once, it had been a gift to die for Garlemald.

(How many had it taken for him to change his mind?)

He had been cursed from the moment Midas gifted him his gunblade, the heirloom having killed and killed and killed before it had ever come to be in his palm. Their ghosts had followed him, condemned him.

The path you've chosen is paved with the dead, the little scholar had spoken. Walk it with your eyes open, or not at all.

He needn't see, Gaius wanted to say. He heard death throes; the rattle of a soldier's last breath, the begging to live that came no matter how fervently the soldier had once pleaded allegiance. Bones snapped and crunched underfoot. His throat tasted of soot and ash, of bile and burning oil.

He needn't see. He was always walking it. He had walked it for nigh forty summers, and their deaths would weigh his shoulders until he, too, crumpled and died.

"They are."

They always were. They always would be, their hands shackled around his ankles, pulling his shoulders and peering into his dreams.

Gaius wasn't a praying sort - very few from Garlemald were. But if the Sea the Eorzeans spoke of was true, he wished to meet his children there, if only so he could say the same.

You are dead because of me, and I'm sorry.

It was not a nicety he deserved. Even She had to know that - ... but, in his fifty and more summers, Gaius had learned how to beg, and he had learned he was not too proud to do so.

He would beg - today, come morrow, come summers and more, past death and unto what came after. He would beg to a God he condemned. He would. He would. He would.

He gathered up what remained of his tongue, raising his ducked head. He felt the fingers of the dead grasp at his collar and his throat, bones tired and weary with every addition to the pile.

"And so they will continue to be - today, tomorrow, and the next. The sins of who I used to be continue to beckon forth death. Is it not the same for you, Champion?" He asked. "To do what you believe is right - ... and bury them anyway. That is the way of things."

@daizure

[obito76]

Chapter 45 : Is this heaven?

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Foursome between Dick, Raven, Bumblebee and Jinx. 🥵🔥

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Raven started to stroke Dick's chest and abs. She leaned in and have a long and passionate kiss to Dick, one which he eagerly and readily returned. He didn't resist reaching around and grabbing Raven's perfect ass. Raven moaned against his lips and kissed him again. She stroked his body and then moved down all the way down, licking Dick's neck, chest, and abs.

“Sorry, I couldn't resist,” Raven said. “Those just look so yummy. And so does this.”

She jerked down Dick's cock open with one push.

“Fuck Raven, you are so hot…”

The thanks had been said with Raven pushing her impatient mouth down onto his rigid cock. Dick groaned as her mouth wrapped around him like it was made for his cock. Raven's beautiful eyes gazed up into Dick's. Never once missing a beat, when she edged his cock into her perfect mouth. The hotness and tightness was perfect, Raven knew how to please her man. Dick grabbed the back of her head and helped his cock inside of her.

“Don't forget my balls,” Dick grunted.

And Raven did not. She switched to Dick's delicious balls and sucked them gently like she was making out with then. Her eyes burned with passion when she pleasured him. Raven took him out, his thick cock was throbbing, she smiled before wrapping her delicate hand around his cock and started stroking. And then, his cock was back into her mouth again. Raven took him whole and sucked him hard. This was great.

He was in heaven. On his right side was, the dark beauty Bumblebee working on his nipples licking, sucking then gently. On his left side was the pink haired beauty with her lips busy on his neck. And then there was his purple haired sex goddess in front of him, working on his balls.

“Raven!” Dick groaned. “Fuck,.. Shit..”

Bumblebee smirked and leaned down. Raven momentarily left his cock to kiss her dark friend. “Raven, you are one nasty bitch you know that,” Bee said as she sucked on Raven's bottom lip.

Raven moaned, breaking the heated kiss she smirked. “I know, and i also know that you’re a slut for his cock, and his cum.” Bumblebee smirked. “You know me well,”

“Come here,” Raven said and dipped her finger into Bumblebee’s dripping wet pussy, toying with the woman. Bumblebee gasped, moaned and breathed in pleasure as Raven nibbled the side of her neck with a smile and spread her friend's legs.

“Not that I'm not hungry for his cock,” Raven said. “Oooh, yes, that’s the spot.” Bumblebee moaned as Raven curled her fingers inside her.

Dick got behind Raven and buried his cock into the purple haired beauty, who was busy feasting the hell out of Bumblebee’s wet pussy. Bumblebee grabbed onto the table and was shaking like mad. The loud slap of flesh upon flesh echoed as Dick plunged himself into Raven and slammed his hips on her body.

“It feels so full and good down there,” Raven gasped and smiled as she felt him filling her.

“Fuck!”

Bumblebee threw her head back. Now Raven’s tongue was inside of her and working brilliantly. The wetness which Dick left inside her during earlier forplay had been eaten out. The fact Dick was fucking another woman directly in front her only intensified the lust going through her. The force of his big cock plowed inside of her, sent a tremor through Bumblebee. And another, and another one.

Dick groaned with each thrust as Raven tightened her pussy around him, for him. He felt like cumming already. He slowed down just enough to savor the feeling.

“Your pussy feels so good Raven,” Dick breathed.

Raven inhaled Bumblebee’s pussy and squeezed Dick’s cock as if telling him to go forward it. Dick went for it. He started to fuck her beautiful grey ass. One more thrust emptied Dick’s balls, deep inside of Raven’s goddess like body. Dick plunged deep into Raven and filled her completely like she wanted. She cried out for more as she felt rope after rope of his warm cum inside of her womb.

The moment Dick finished emptying himself inside of her, Bumblebee and Raven turned around. The two of them worshipped every inch of his body. His cock stood tall for some attention and they were more than happy to give some. Jinx captured his lip in a heated kiss. Tongues wrestling as Bumblebee and Raven took turns to suck his cock and balls, Dick kept groaning into Jinx's mouth as they pleasured him. Raven looked up and a smirked formed on her face, she moistened her fingers before sliding them into Bumblebee’s delicious asshole.

“You have to have a piece of this Dick.”

Bumblebee sprung up. The thought of having his cock inside of her ass, made her pussy ache and her body shiver in pleasure. Bumblebee cupped Raven's cheek and pecked on her lips before climbing into Dick’s lap and started to grind herself against him. The intensity swam over Dick as his cock throbbed against her butthole. She went closer, sliding against him. Dick groped the underside of her tits and squeezed tightly, making her moan his name. Her ass kept teasing him, edging him closer.

“So close,” Bumblebee managed. “So close to getting it inside my ass. How would you like to give it honey?”

“Hard,” Dick groaned. “And fast.”

Bumblebee’s dark cheeks hot dogged Dick’s thick cock. The contrast of colors was making him throb. He couldn't wait anymore, he gave a sharp slap on her ass and slipped his cock inside her hot and tight asshole. Her body felt like it was on fire, he was hurting her so good. Her tits swung as Dick fucked her in a steady phase. He groped Bumblebee’s lucious tits and traced his hands down her body as he continued to work into her.

“So fucking good,” Bumblebee gasped and moaned.

“She’s a squirter Babe,” Raven commented as she cupped Jinx's tits and pulled her nipple in her mouth. “And I have to taste those balls again before I taste her.”

Bumblebee tilted her head back and moaned. Dick kissed, sucked and licked her neck and drove her beyond wild with pleasure. Dick kept thrusting, each thrust felt deeper than before until anal core rubbed against his cock. Dick smirked and went deeper, stretching her out with a hard thrust.

“Oh, Fuck!”

Bumblebee's ass bounced on Dick’s cock as Raven returned to eat Bumblebee out. Jinx smirked and joined in, spreading Raven's legs she kissed her delicious pussy. Dick’s grabbed Bumblebee's hand and she turned her body so Dick could suck on her dark nipples. Dick kept drilling her ass, Bumblebee let out a loud moan as Dick gave a sharp thrust and stopped. She actually felt how big and thick his impressive cock was at that time.

“D-Dick, honey!” Bumblebee moaned.

“How does it feel?,.. Does it feels good, you fucking bitch?” Dick asked.

Bumblebee's eyes rolled back with pleasure. She absolutely loved this feeling.

“Yes…Dick, fuck my ass!” Bumblebee moaned. “Pound it like you own me. Like you own my ass. Oh, God, you’re spiltting me in half. You're so much better than my boyfriend and-mmmph!”

Raven groped Bumblebee’s pussy and kissed her deeply .Their tongues dancing together, with Bumblebee lustfully sucking on Raven’s tongue. Dick completed the circle by zipping his fingers against Jinx’s clit, playing with her as she kept her assualt on Raven's pussy. The three women moaned at the same time. Bumblebee reached between her legs and grabbed Dick’s balls, moaning at how warm they were she cupped them tightly.

The wrecking of Bumblebee’s beautiful ass wrapped around his cock drove him completely wild. It was really hot and amazing. Dick kept moving deep inside her, making her moan his name. She had a vice like grip on his cock and her hand kept fondling his balls. Dick nibbled on her neck, making her cry out in pleasure. He smirked and grabbed Jinx by her hand, pulling her towards him, he immediately took her nipple in his mouth. Jinx moaned as she cradled his face.

“Fuck, Dick hun,” Bumblebee moaned. “C-Cum... cum inside my ass!, Please, I need it.”

“Cum Dick,” Raven said. “Her ass is perfect as a cum dump.”

“Fuck!” The Dick grunted.

This feeling was amazing, the thought of cumming inside her perfect, succulent ass. Dick sped up and could feel her hand on his balls, like she was encouraging them and then with a final push, he came inside her. Bumblebee’s ass clamped down onto him as felt her own anal orgasm crashed down on her.

It felt like hot heaven for him to cum deep into of her ass. She was squeezing him with her each heartbeat, her whole body sensitive and was glowing with the afterglow. Dick squeezed her tits and it took just a brush of his finger on her clit to set her off with another intense orgasm.

The thick cum spilled down the back of Bumblebee’s legs as Dick pulled out of her, panting hard.

“I want to taste!” Bumblebee moaned, her mind completely blank with pleasure. “ Dick, honey I want to taste your cock!” She turned around and took his cum covered cock in her mouth, moaning with pleasure as she choked on his cock.

“Mmm!”

Raven buried her face into Bumblebee’s ass and rimmed her out as Bumblebee kept swallowing Dick’s cock, which had just been in her ass. Dick grabbed her face, and made her gag on his cock. Grunting and groaning with pleasure. After this, he was sure things would change between him and Starfire, sex will never be same again.

Dick knew he could fuck Bumblebee’s beautiful face all day, she knew her job. She hummed loudly around his cock and kept her mouth busy on him.

Thing will definitely change between him and Starfire.

But Dick didn't care, all he cared about the pink haired girl beside him waiting for her turn. “Go, suck my cock.”

Jinx smirked and replied, “Gladly.”

Raven slipped in and joined Jinx in worshipping Dick’s chest, abs, and his cock, which throbbed closer towards their mouths. Raven leaned down and wrapped her lips around his cock, sucking lovingly as Jinx went to suck his balls. This was a paradise, two beautiful girls were working on his cock.

“Were you waiting?” Dick asked..

Raven bobbed her head up and down on her favourite cock.

“Long enough to want to ride this beautiful hot cock.”

Fair enough, Dick thought as Raven serviced his cock and Jinx serviced his balls. The two lovely ladies working their magic on him, until Raven moved back towards him.

“But, first, I want to see you fuck her.”

“I want to eat your pussy too.” Jinx said as she popped his balls out of her mouth. “Sit on my face,”

Raven smirked and grabbed Jinx, hurling her onto the bed. She kissed the woman’s neck, making her gasp. Jinx’s hips bucked rapidly as Raven wiggled her finger into her wet snatch, driving her completely wild. After some time she climbed up and mounted herself onto Jinx’s face.

Dick grabbed and spread Jinx’s legs and a loud gasped escaped her. He slammed his cock inside her wet pussy and made her moan as he teased her clit with his thumb. Her next moan was stifled when Raven sat down onto Jinx’s face.

“Fuck, Dick,” Raven moaned. “Watching you fuck her making me so wet,.. and her as well.”

“Damn right!,”

Jinx devoured Raven’s pussy. Fuck, she was hot as fuck and Jinx could hardly hold back as she sucked those pussy juices down into her mouth. Jinx gave her all and slurped Raven’s hungry center. A loud slurping echoed throughout the room.

“Fuck, She is,” Dick said. “She’s so tight and wet. Her pussy is begging to get fucked.”

“Stretch her!” Raven moaned. “Get deeper, i want you to fuck her really hard..”

Dick slammed himself on Jinx and her mind went blank. Raven’s eager eyes followed the progress. Dick hit all of the right spots inside Jinx's pussy, ramming himself inside her. Jinx rocked her hips up, meeting with his each thrust. Her body felt hot and overjoyed.

Dick groaned as he felt her squeezing him. Raven moaned and started to grind herself on Jinx, her legs quivered as she came on her face. Jinx tightened her walls around Dick, her body shivered and twitched as her own orgasm crashed down onto her. Raven fell back and Dick captured Jinx’s lips in a deep kiss. He licked the juices off of the side of her face as he released himself inside her. Dick's fingers travelled down and pinched her nipple, making her cry his name. Dick slammed inside Jinx one final time before she tightened and released Dick’s hot cock allowing him to pull out.

“Come here, Raven.”

Raven licked her lips and edged a bit closer to Dick. She took Dick’s cock into her hand and started to stroke him, making his cock throb again. Raven’s fingers danced all the way down towards his balls, moving her face closer she breathed on his cock before putting her lips around him. Sucking him passionately, enjoying the man she is lusting after.

“Dick, baby,” Raven breathed. “I really can’t take it anymore, i want to ride you.”

“Well, let’s get to it then,” Dick said while pulling Raven over on his lap.

Raven dropped herself down on Dick’s throbbing hard cock and started to bounce on his lap. She looked down and her fingers stretched her burning hot pussy down onto her favourite cock. Jinx was mesmerised with the sight in front of her, mouth open and watering. Her own finger dipped into her slit and she moaned.

Dick left Raven's pussy in a mid-orgasm. Pulling Jinx by her hair he drove his cock inside of her mouth and started to thrust. Dick moaned and rapidly fucked her throat, turning her on even more as she choked on his dick. She made a few gagging sounds, which only served to arouse him more. He held her hair and kept thrusting for a while, before allowing her to come off him for air.

Then slammed his cock into Raven's pussy again, she had been sprawled out in front of Jinx, devouring her pussy. Dick grabbed her neck and pushed her head down. Raven understood what he wanted, she lifted her ass in air as Dick grabbed her hips and started to pound her pulsing hot pussy. Raven cried out his name in pleasure.

“Such a good, tight pussy, Raven,” Dick said. “Are you going to cum for me? Fucking cum for me.”

“Fuck, just like that baby!” Raven moaned loudly.

Jinx’s eyes rolled into back of her head, as Raven’s wicked tongue danced rapidity against her clit. Raven pushed her tongue deep inside her, making her pale friend moan her name. Dick absolutely of worshipped Raven's pussy with his cock, his fingers worked over her bosy. His balls slapped down against her hips.

“Fuck Dick, tell me I'm better than Starfire,” Raven moaned loudly, “Tell me, my cunt is better than that bitch!,”

“You are way better than Starfire, Raven. I love your tight little cunt more, you fucking whore,” He replied.

Dick gave a final thrust and Raven's mind went blank, her eyes rolled back and she screamed as she came. Her legs started to shiver uncontrollably and Dick squeezed her tits, making her body quiver.

“Both of you, side by side.” He pulled out.

Jinx and Raven obliged their man and exchanged a very passionate kiss with each other. Their mouths latched together in a very intense makeout session. Their tongues dancing together, with pleasure coursing through every inch of their bodies. Dick smirked and wiggled his fingers deep into both beautiful ladies. They craved his cock and Dick gave into their cravings, wiggling his finger deep inside of them. The heat of their bodies, the desires in their eyes Dick knew this was the best day of his life.

Dick pulled Jinx and reentered her from behind. Jinx tightened her walls around him. She was beyond words, she just laid back and enjoyed the ride Dick gave her and soon creamed herself for the glorious man before her.

“Baby!” Raven said. “Finish her up and fuck me.”

“Fuck yes!.”

Dick hit one more grand tour of all Jinx’s body before making her drop down. Her knees buckled and Dick pounded her prone body into the bed. The feeling of her ass in his hands made him want to try it more but he pulled out.

“Baby…please..” Raven whined out as she felt him enter again, and continued to pound her pussy with his cock. Dick reached down and began to rub her clit slightly with his fingers, increasing her pleasure.

“YES! Fuck!! That's it, Dick please.. keep doing that…” Raven squeaked out, picking up her pace. Before long the short purple haired girl was coming, fluids running down on the bed sheets. He continued to pound her however, she moaned. “Come inside me, please!,”

Dick moaned loudly not caring about his girlfriend waiting for him in the common room, as his cock began to twitch inside her and his orgasm came. Raven moaned as she felt him cumming inside her again, he slowed down his pace to a stop.

They all panted, exhausted from the activities and plopped down on bed. They just laid there for a moment, before all of them came up to cuddle with him. Dick couldn't believe, Raven was on his right, Jinx was on his left, Bumblebee cuddle into Raven's body and he just had sex with these three goddesses.

This definitely was the best day of his life.

[leftsh-e]

"Ruthlessness"

"Ruthlessness" A pit in your stomach, the gaping hole in your heart. The ever-living shadow that follows us all to the grave. One may think of their life, or someone else’s. Perhaps you reminisce on those times when you smiled with pure joy. The bliss that comes with these things, so trivial yet so important, we take for granted. We think with the mind of immortals, drinking the nectar from our goblets and feasting on the ambrosia of life. Yet, the ichor that pumps through us, that breathes us life, is only a dream.

We can all feel it. The impending doom of the end, the warning signs. Yet feigning ignorance is the only way to keep ourselves sane. We can lie and deceive ourselves, to our own, but we cannot outrun Death. She stalks us like prey, watching us with a calm. Any moment could be the last. The Fates of life who spin our threads, silk woven like the Mother Spider, sliced by Her blades.

We cannot run.

We cannot hide.

Everything will end, 

And everything will die.

We swallow our pride, sucking in our bellies and puffing out our chests. What a facade bravery is, when a man is faced with death. To weep tears enough for an Arch, to plead at the feet of the Universe and curse out the mighty gods and cry,

“It is not my fault, for you have cursed me. You made me and fed me and now look what you've done to me! For years I have served you, you savage beast! For my life is dedicated to your eternal feast! You laugh at the damned, you scoff at the weak! I am a servant in your allegiance, I am your priest!”

A man once grateful, bound to a god by his moral, now turned to rage and hatred. To see the light before him die. To watch the world he once loved, reduced to shrub. To his god, he cries and screams. Several nights and days, pleading and cursing. He blames for all that has been done. It is no surprise when the god responds, pride wounded and lust gone,

“You, who curse me and blame me for war, do not know all I have done for. I have plenished your lands, blessed your fruit. I took your hands, I led you anew. I gave you this life, you better thank me, too! Without me, you are nothing. A petty soul, lost and blundering. You are my priest, the highest of my council. Look around you, pitied fool, and remember who started this ill counsel; you, your people, your thirst for blood. I am not to blame, you are!”

With his silver tongue, the god scowled in disdain. He spoke his truth, he told his proclamation. His servant, the follower of his schemes, see his words as shallow. This god turns it on the people, yet has nothing to offer. With an anger more bitter than the ripest melon, he turns to his savior once more with venom,

“You have wounded our children, you have made them cry! Their tear soaked faces aimed up at the sky, praying to you for the life you promised them, and yet you say goodbye! For years I have followed you, you son of a bitch, for years I have loved you and deemed you rich. And now, you spit in my face, when I call upon you with lost faith! You take my words and twist them like a snake. What more can you offer, what more can you take? From me, from my people. We are not saints, most certainly not, and you were the one who gave us this thought! You told us we could lie and cheat, that if we begged on our knees we would be complete! We have worshipped you, criminal and all, so where is our reward? Where is your promise, oh great thrall!”

He spat his words in great contempt, his eyes ablaze with suffer and anguish. A battle of wit, one yet won, neither foe to give in and neither to flee. They aimed their words to each other, like a mighty sabre, blow after blow and yet no fall. The god turned to his enemy with a glower and scowl, the coldest stare only an immortal could grow.

“You foolish man, you idiot priest! I could not care, not in the least! Your wars, your famine, they are not even things a god would imagine! I have no care for what you do. Your stories, your death. To an immortal like me, they are only a breath! You make your wars, you murder your children. It is you who should be cursed, not I!”

The priest was shocked, this was new. In all his life, not once had he thought his god to not care. He prayed and received signs, but were they just tricks? Were they just lies? The god before him was not who he claimed. He was disgusting, a foul beast. He marveled in horror at the putrid stench. The fetor of his words, rising through his bones. He did not care, he never would. It was his people, the priest did see, but he rejected the idea. He lashed again, this time harder. This god would not lie to him henceforth.

“Then what of your promises, what of your keep? Do you lie so easily, your tongue a snake? You damned man, you deserve the hate! Your oaths and laws, all a mirage. I cannot believe I trusted you, I cannot believe I lost! So much, you have taken, so much is your fault. You cannot blame me when you gave us the hope! I followed your every word, built myself in your image. Never once did I take your words for fibbage!”

The holiest of men, the best of them all. He looked at his immortal with great dismay. He continued to fight on and on, though it was futile. You see, they blamed each other. Neither wanted to admit their faults. And yet, Death watched, her blade in hand. The life of the priest, she waited for her prey. One way or another, these lies would end.

We are not immortal, neither are our words. Man or god, we all are powerless to Death’s law. She will take what is yours when she deems fit. She is the end of all things, ruthless yet kind. She makes room for more. Without her, Life would take over. Growing until the world was full. Ceaseless wars and endless pollution.

Each day we wake, we feel the doubt. “Today will be the last time”. We slip on our shoes, put on our hats. We push away Death and move on with our lives. They say it is fear that keeps us going, and that is quite true. If we did not fear Her, we needn’t lie. 

[keybladeselkie]

Balder’s Gate 3/DND

Cornered Animal.

Writer’s note: A long time ago my boyfriend and I were playing DnD 5th Edition with friends and we played a pair of feral half elven blooded shifters. He was a warlock while I was a gloomstalker Ranger. They were really fun to play before some issues were had. Moments where I self destructed but that’s a bit personal to explain right now. For now, I wish to tell the tale of mainly my play through of Balder’s Gate 3 inbetween Act 1 and currently charging through Act 2. This is a Tav/Astarion read, just this Tav is very difficult to open up at first.

Enjoy.

Trigger Warning: Violence and cursing.

*Astarion felt his lips curled as he lurked into the shadows as the party slumbered after making camp. The hunger inside burning made his mouth ache for a meal as he stares down at his target. A strange redhead half elf with odd ears with tuffs of auburn hairs around them. He never met a woman like her before and it definitely made their first introduction memorable.*

*He tried to catch her off guard with a dagger to her throat, trying to convince her to cooperate. Unfortunately she was no easy target as the half elf reels her head back and lunges her forehead forward with a headbutt. Stunning the vampire briefly enough to give her enough time to roll to her feet to escape. It was until that point the tadpoles intervene. The woman who referred herself as Tasara huffed as she agreed to let him tag along since strength in numbers at least where she was taught growing up.*

*Astarion on the other side found this as a challenge as he silently shifts his footing to sneak over to lean down at the redhead’s neck. Ready to feast before his breathing betrayed him as he noticed out of the corner of his eyes the fluffy ears twitched. A warning sign before disaster as the shifter’s eyes snap open and stares sharply at the vampire.*

*”Oh shit.” The pale elf cursed as he leaned back, startled and stunned that he was caught while Tasara glared daggers at him with her piercing emerald eyes. “I can explain.” He tries to explain as he lowers his hands as a motion for Tasara to calm down.*

“I’ll give you ten seconds.” The shifter growls with venom in her words as she raises from her sleeping bag. “That boar was your kill was it?” She snarls, baring her teeth. “Leaving the meat dried up afterwards.”*

“You knew?” The vampire blinks, his walls falling for a brief moment before a scoff. “Look, as much as feasting upon the local fauna is it doesn’t satisfy me.”*

*”And yet you decided without asking to feed on one of your pack mates?” Tasara questioned with her arms folded.

*”Well if that’s how you put it, yes.” There was no shame in Astarion’s voice with a shrug. “Look, I would try the others but Karlach would burn my tongue and lips off. So if I ask politely, may I drink from you would you let me?”*

*The shifter pauses for a moment as she stares once more through the pale elf’s soul. Sharp as a dagger though lovely to gaze upon. How could something so deadly have such beautiful eyes? After a moment she just huffs and hops to her feet before walking over to Astarion.*

*…Right before swinging her arm back and punching him straight in the groin. The man groans in pain as he collapses to his knees and curses with a hiss. “The fuck? Ugh…crazy bitch…” He hisses before crawling backwards into the shadows. Well that was a failed attempt.*

*”Tsk…serves him right, trying to attack something that can bite back.” Tasara grumbles to herself before crawling back into her sleeping bag with a sigh. The image of her twin brother flashing before her eyes as she lulls back to sleep. “I’ll find you Sabrin, I promise…Just hope you’re okay..”*

*To be continued.*

[serpentblccd]

“but did you do it?” / serpent duo

Some Meme | @coophunts

▌♔ ▌❝ I've never backed down in the past, why start now ? I think you know when it comes to hunting, I take it personally. ❞ VOICE TAINTED WITH DARKENSS, the blues in his hues glazed with horror, the silver knife in his hands stained with ruby as he playfully twirls it around his fingers. Humming to himself as he beckons his blonde lover to follow along, the echo of their footsteps as they make their way across the streets of SERPENT TERRITORY, abandoned building built a garage door built from steel. Tossing a smirk over his shoulder as he reaches down to unlock the chain, lifting the garage door just enough for the two serpents to squeeze through, then shuts it behind him. Lights flickering, he takes note to fix that later, but right now he has something much more important to attend to. In the middle of the room he has someone-- ( no, not someone ) but a GHOULIE chained up to a chair, his body hunched over. He's still alive, mind you the bloody mess is from the broken nose and the cut Jughead did on his face, but he didn't dare lay another finger on him. Not till he and Betty got some answers. THE PRINCE and his future queen went rogue on this, cause of course, they fucking had to when his old man is in charge, and when his old man is having the serpents crumble underneath the Ghoulies, of all fucking gangs. Jughead's father wanted to create peace within the two gangs.... yet time after time the ghoulies would steal from the serpents, would feast upon whatever they please, and FP wouldn't even bat his eyelashes or say shit, he would wave it off as nothing damaging, nothing important. But in Jughead's eyes he knew, and he knew everyone else knew, because it's like prison fucking knowledge.... you don't become the bitch, you make them your bitch. And if you become the bitch you are royalty fucking fucked. Jughead confided in Betty about the little situation, how the Serpents are being stepped on, and looked at as a kiddy gang. Born and raise southside serpents, it's all they know, it's all they have. He knew his old man was a drunk... but stupid? It's fucking embarrassing to even be associated with that man. THE DARK HAIRED RAVEN comes closer to the Ghoulies. Whistling a tune before kicking at the enemies leg, a light tap but he knows that the beating from early left the Ghoulie feeling quite sensitive to touch. ❝ Wakey, wakey. I think you've slept quite a bit. ❞ A groan escapes past the Ghoulies lips, slowly he comes out of it, spitting some blood, lifting his head with as much strength as he could. Wincing at the pain--- it's all coming back to him and then HITS HIM, gasping for a second, he tries to escape, but the chains won't allow him to move, not even a nudge. Jughead smirks as he rounds the Ghoulie with interest, glancing over at Betty. ❝ I think it's time we sent the Ghoulies a message. You guys think we're a fuckin' joke... tsk, tsk. You messed with the wrong fuckin' gang. ❞

[goddess-venuz]

═ஓ๑ SIMP CHP 10 SMUT

═ஓ๑A LONGING GASP ROLLED PAST YOUR TONGUE-...

"Y-Yuri-"

"I'm not stopping... I can't... I won't."

Crimson irises bore into yours; Yuri's lips planted fevered kisses past your stomach to your inner thighs- thumbs rising his oversized shirt further up your torso; seizing the fabric against your hardened nipples.

His irises stayed fixated on yours- lust glazed over; the man he gawked at you was foreign... You were used to the warmth shyness- happiness Yuri wield but now...

Your husband gawked at you as if you were his prey... And a predator must feast...

Teeth grasping the hems of your laced underneath that sheathed your quivering core; your stomach flinched ever so slightly- a butterfly sensation sprouting across your stomach.

As Yuri began to drag your laced underneath further down your thighs by his teeth; you attempted to close your legs resulting in a sudden pressure to apply to your thighs-

"Don't fucking close your legs."

Goosebumps littered your limbs- eyes widened at the unexpectedly low husk tone within Yuri's vocals; the male didn't pay your surprise any mind as he continued to drag your underwear until it had reached your knee.

Finally moving his fingers from your thighs to rip the underwear from your legs; tossing it to the side, Yuri hooked his arms underneath your thighs- lifting your ass inches from the sheets;

Unable to prepare yourself; another sharp gasp-like moan escapes your lips, your stomach sinking in the amount of pleasure of your swollen clit being sucked against.

Inhaling sharply; Yuri's mind was unable to unravel what was happening, his drunken lustful state merely increasing- for months he had merely dreamt of this moment but now that it is happening...

He wasn't going to let you go until you were overstimulated...

Back arching; your fingers dug into the mattress underneath you- legs forcibly pried opened, lips encircling around your swollen clit, tongue prodding the sensitive bud- attempting to contain your moans; it wasn't until you felt an exotic sensation filling your swollen cunt.

Walls becoming slightly stretched; your fingers itched to grasp Yuri's strains until you retracted your hand and buried it once more against the mattress until Yuri's husky voice brushed against your eardrums.

"Pull my hair."  

Not needing to say it twice; your fingers roughly grasp the male's strains, curling your fingers through his locks- a sharp tug given to him earning a low groan to vibrate against your swollen core from Yuri's lips.

Hairs standing on the back of his neck; Yuri's fingertips burying into your flesh, the male's legs shifting against the mattress as another rough tug was given to his scalp-

Pleasure struck through his veins each tuck given; each moan that reached his ear... It drove him nearly to the brink of insanity.

Pumping his fingers through your swollen core; your walls squeezing around his curling fingers- Yuri's hips bucked mindlessly against the mattress, the male parting his lips from your clit upon feeling the slight compulsive motion against his fingers.

Selfishly pulling his fingers out; Yuri dipped his tongue into your soaked core, the secret officer made sure to take his time...

Yet as soon as your juices coated his tastebuds-

"Hah~"

Swallowing thickly; lips agape as your stomach flinched lightly as your cum glazed over Yuri's tongue, the male's eyebrows knitting almost a bit surprised by the sweetest of your fluids.

Once coming down from the small high; your eyes widened slightly- fever bursting across your lips, "Sorry!- I didn't mean-"

"It's fine."

Moving from your thighs; Yuri sat up, the male's digging his fingertips into your thighs- his crimson hues boring at your soaked entrance, dragging his tongue across his lips; a low chuckle fell past his lips.

You felt goosebumps prickling your flesh once his irises snapped to meet your gaze; chin tilted down slightly only adding further tingling across your flesh.

"That just means I'm going to fuck the shit outta you... So be a good girl... And take your husband's cock."

Everything had happened within a blink of an eye; you weren't sure how it happened, yet here you were...

"Yuri-..."

Face down; underneath Yuri- face buried into the pillow, ass in the air as one hand pressed firmly against your lower abdomen; a finger slowly circling your clit as another grasped the headboard above your heads.

"Oh, G-God..."

Walls stretched to their full extent; Each longing stroke of Yuri's cock earned a gasped moan from your lips, Yuri's irises bore into the back of your skull- the male's knuckles whitening as he desperately grasped the headboard that lightly tapped against the wall is pressed against.

"That's my girl... Keep moaning out who you belong to."

His husk vocals brushed against your ears; the feeling of his strains tickling your shoulder as Yuri planted a fevered kiss against the nape of your neck- your head tilted to the side only allowing him to latch his lips against your flesh;

Teeth combine across your heated nape; lips attaching to your flesh as his hips bucked selfishly against yours at a rough rhythmic pace.

Breasts bouncing in sync; Inhaling sharply through his nostrils as his cock plowed mercilessly through your swollen cunt- your eyelids forced to shut as a sharp cry erupted from you.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yuri!"

Once feeling yourself becoming lost inside the rough thrusts of Yuri; with one final buck- the male groaned against your flesh as he began to slow his hips painfully slow.

Moving his lips from the nape of your neck; dropping his hand from the headboard- pearly white fingers grasped your throat firmly.

Thumb rubbing against the noticeable love bite; your head was raised from the pillow- back arching to allow the position to be a bit more comfortable; you forced your heavy eyelids apart only to be met with Crimson hues-

"I want to hear you say it... Say what I want to hear."

Fingers squeezing your throat resulting in your lips falling further agape; your heart rammed against your rib cage as you blindly gazed into Yuri's eyes.

"I-I'm yours-..."

"And?"

"You're mine- Hah!~"

Throat suddenly realized- a sharp cough escapes your lips as the air that was being taken from you rushed into your lungs once more; he's falling forward until fingers curled themselves into your strains- roughly tugging your hair by the scalp;

Yuri grunted lowly as his hips snapped forward; once more rapidly thrusting his pelvis against your ass- his cock stretching- demolishing your cunt that greeted the male's length with ease;

Eyebrows knitting in pleasure; Yuri's finger continued to tend to your swollen clit as he gave a sharp tug to your loosened strains with the other.

"It's taking everything I have not to explode inside you", gruffly, mid-thrust, Yuri grunted; "I wanna cum inside you so bad..." whispering the shameful desire underneath his breath; his fingers releasing your strains allowing your face to become buried into the pillow once more.

"Four months... Four... Fucking... Months...It took everything in me not to just press you up against the nearest wall... Fucking this sweet cunt of yours raw, filling it to the brim with my cum... The thought of you begging for more of my touch drove me insane... And now look at you... Can't even speak until it's moaning out my name."

Your instantaneous agreeing mewl earned yet another low chuckle to brush past his lips; his irises bore into your swollen cunt that took in his cock, The mere sight invokes a moan, the sound vibrates more past his lips as he grinds his length further down your cunt.

Shocks of pleasure ricocheted through you as your hips fight back to increase the simulation, fingers digging further into the pillow until the sensation of Yuri's slapping his palm against your ass earned a hitched cry as result-

For a split second; his cock departed from your cunt, palms gripping your hips to flip you onto your back-hazed irises snapping to gaze up at Yuri who merely kept his hues fixated on yours-

"You have always been so fucking perfect..." he rasps. "So fucking good to me." quick circles while he continues teasing your slit. "Every morning- every night- You flash that pretty smile that would be enough to make my knees go weak..."

Cock twitching against your warmth; Yuri guided his length through your cunt slow and torturous as inch by inch, he stretches your cunt once more-

Your walls squeeze around him as if he hadn't been plowing through your cunt prior; His arms slip around your waist snugly, keeping you still as you instinctively buck and writhe in search of relentless stimulation. He keeps you there, sheathed to the hilt, pubic bone flush against your clit.

A moan finally escaped his lips; Yuri pressed his chest against your breast, burying his face into the nape of your neck; grinding himself further, you could feel the male shudder against you as he rolled his hips.

"God, I love you... I can't get enough of you... Of your sweet pussy..."

Lust breaking his mentality; emotions bubbling- boiling over his surface as soon after, nothing but pure greediness burst across his flesh.

Overwhelming strength; speed that matched with force released against the shattering snapping of his hips against your pelvis- skillfully hitting the aching spot within your bundling nerves over and over resulted in a pleasurable cry erupting from your swollen lips.

Vision blurring; fingertips burying into his shoulders; Yuri's arms secured firmly around your waist, the male's husk moans filling your eardrums.

Thighs clamped around his waist; legs closed around the male, his relentless- merciless- thrusts shook you to the core.

You were able to withstand any longer within Yuri's arms; becoming undone by his maneuver, becoming consumes by your bundle of sensitive nerves- your mind becoming blank; unable to comprehend your surroundings;

Burning pleasure rippled through your flesh; goosebumps soared through your limbs, basking every mere second Yuri had rendered you into such a submissive- mind-boggling state,

You did not regret it one bit.

When you thought the male couldn't make you quiver with pure pleasure; his husk vocals merely added fire to the flame, "Fuck...can feel you squeezing—tight and warm... Go ahead, Cum for me Baby~"

Nails digging into his flesh; earning scratches among from his shoulder blades to his spine- the hint of pain merely enhancing his pleasure,

Yuri's larger hands clasped around your wrists; pinning them above your skull, moving his face from the crook of your neck- Yuri tauntingly rested his lips inches from your agape once,

Breathing heavily; nose resting against yours-

Squirming underneath his pelvis, just as Yuri bucked his pelvis against yours; "Your pussy fits around my cock so well... You know... This is only the beginning... you're going to take everything I have all night... Slow... Rough... Understood, Wife?"

"Y-Yes!"

Back arching upon feeling his hand roughly grasping your ass; such a small change in position allowed the man to stroke the bundle of nerves deeply within you-

Oh how desperately you wanted to grasp Yuri; fingertips buried into his flesh... Running down his shoulder blades and back...

Yuri pounded into you, with no remorse, Every second, Minute, Hour, and Month of pent-up sexual frustration was being released all in one night... Unforgivingly he would make sure to burn his name into your brain... The way his cock stretched you out will forever be left behind...

"Yuri! I'm Cumming!-"

"Go ahead, who's stopping you?"

Body freezing as your eyelids glued shut; hitched moan rolled past your lips in longing spurts as your walls unforgivingly squeezed around his cock, creaming on his length- Yuri continued to roll his hips as he came shortly after;

Lips parted; a moan escapes his lips, shoulders shuddering- the male felt his heart fluttering with pure ecstasy.

"Yuri-"

Vocals seized by the male hungrily capturing your lips with his; Yuri's hands that grasped your wrist gradually released them- digging his fingertips into the mattress beside your head;

Lips gradually parted; heaving breathing shared between the two of you, Yuri lifted himself barely inches from you- crimson hues boring into yours;

The man finally had you in his arms, his alone, you were his, and he wasn't going to stop until every inch of your flesh is covered with his memorizing love bites; until your thighs, cunt, ass was slick with his cum; Yuri wasn't going to stop until you understand the true definition of being A Wife to a Briar...

"You better pray you have makeup to cover up my marks."

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[giorno-plays-piano]

Okay but what about Orc!bucky and Goddess!reader ..😳🤭 Shes an Aphrodite, I can imagine her looking down and seeing orc!bucky and just craving him. They be a great power couple ...

Hi hun! I'm sorry it took me so much time to write this fic, and, well, since most of us already have some depiction of Aphrodite in mind, I decided to make the reader her daughter. Guess the story turned out something very different from what you wanted, but I still hope you will enjoy it!

Somebody to Die For

Pairing: orc!Bucky x goddess!Reader

Warnings: violence, injuries, angst, hurt/comfort.

Words: 2385.

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"I will fight for you till they cut off my arms, my legs, and my head."

You looked at the warrior in front of you, his heavy body clad in armor, his arms holding a spear and a shield you brought to him yourself, earning a slap from your mother, the goddess of beauty who forbid you to help humans so shamelessly, and yet, you always did.

The man standing in front of you was neither orc nor human but the descendant of the both of them, the only hero who could possibly defeat the evil forces when every other man had failed. He's rough; he's rude; he knew little of honor, but he's the one who still fought when the ones before him had long given up. Despite the prejudice against orcs, now even humans understood he was their only salvation.

You hoped he would survive the last battle. Not just because you needed the human kind to have a savior, a leader, the one who would aid them when nobody else would, but because you had grown found of him, the man you had been guiding for years, helping him to protect those who detested him, bringing him hope when he was ready to give up, embracing him when he no longer had the power to hold his spear. A daughter of the goddess of beauty, you were to bring this beauty to the parts of the world where your tired mother could not, but you brought hope instead.

"Fight for me, and if you win, I will fulfill your wish, soldier." You whispered through your golden mask that covered your face entirely, only your eyes visible to the orc standing on his knees.

Your mother never approved of it, but you had seen people going mad from having just one glance at you, your immense beauty blinding them, driving them insane, making them forgot who they were. It was a curse, not a blessing. It was the reason you wore your mask at all times, only showing your face to those your deemed worthy, strong enough to withstand the charms you had no control over.

You knew your hero wanted to see your face more than anything else in the world.

"I will bring you the demon's head on a golden plate, my goddess."

You'd chuckle at his attempt to please you, but you were scared, you feared he would fail, fall, die in the hands of evil forces feasting upon human kind and threatening to destroy all the gods had created. You could not fight along him, possessing no skills to win that battle; moreover, your mother would most certainly kill you if you intervened, breaking the oath you had given to her. You could only help the hero you had chosen while staying in the shadow.

"Stay alive, Bucky." Those were your last words when you pressed the cold lips of your mask to the orc's forehead, giving him your blessing and hiding the tears behind the cold metal.

If only you could fight, but your hands grew cold every time you touched the hero's spear, unable to wield a sword or a mace. The war was not your domain, all the gods kept telling you when you plead them to gift you enough strength and courage to engage in battle. No, your fate was to shine like a golden statue, blinding all those who dared to look at you, bending them to your will like you mother had always done. They couldn't understand your ardent desire to watch over the humankind and all those who needed your help, spending your time healing soldiers, aiding orphans and the elderly, bringing food and water to all those in need. The gods cared little for mortals. Even when the Great Evil appeared out of nowhere, wreaking havoc on the lands belonging to people constantly praying for gods mercy, the immortals were too busy with their own affairs, realizing how serious the matter was when it had been too late.

When the orc you clad in charmed armor stood in front of the army of the undead, the diabolical creatures with horns and gaunt wings growling behind them, ready to strike, you prayed for him to come out of the battle alive. It was his fate to be the last hero standing between the chaos and all what was dear to the living, yet he bore no responsibility for it - he didn't ask to be the hero, to fight when his spear was long broken, go forward while the undead broke his bones and demons feasted upon his flesh, ripping pieces of meat before the orc could crush their heads with his mere hands. You kept casting spells to aid him, knowing your mother would whip you, but you didn't care, healing your hero's wounds so he could fight until he would cut off the head of the Demon King with his own sword.

Your hero was laying on top of demon's dead body, still holding the head even while unconscious as you sneaked into the field full of corpses, bodies of demons and bones of the undead rotting under the blazing sun. Your hero was dying from his wounds, bleeding so much his skin was loosing its color, and now it was your time to bring him back to the living before it was too late.

Oh, you knew your mother could kill you for stealing the salve meant only for gods to heal their wounds, but you no longer cared. What did it matter if the one who saved you all was to pay with his life for everything he had done to protect the living? No, it was unfair. The orc stood to gain nothing from his heroic deeds, gods being too arrogant to acknowledge him properly, but he had the right to keep his life.

And so you carried his heavy body to the springs, washing his wounds, applying the salve generously and casting as much healing spells as you did in your entire life to keep him alive, praying and hoping the gods would take mercy on him. Yes, he was three quarters an orc; he was barbaric, savage, ferocious, but he had kindness in his heart like no other, agreeing to fight for humans who had always utterly despised him. Despite being a brute, he was kind to children, women and elderly people. He had never lay his hand on those weaker than him, except when they attacked him on their own. In the end, he was the only hero who answered your call when all those you had asked for help died on the battlefield, unable to fight the demons and their army of corpses.

It had been three days and three nights you spent tending to his wounds until his heart started beating like of a living being. You cried your eyes out when you heard it. The salve had finally worked, and the open wounds closed, leaving his body scarred but healed; his breath steadied, and soon your hero would come back to you, you knew. Gods had answered your prayers for the first time.

"Am I dead?" Bucky asked you when he opened his eyes on the fourth day as he saw you tired face, your mask long abandoned the moment you brought him to the springs.

You smiled at him and held him close, his head laying on your lap while you witnessed his awakening, his body covered in salve, making his skin shine like pure gold.

"You are alive and well." leaning to him, you left a kiss on his forehead, brushing his dark disheveled hair out of his face, and the orc made an odd sound as if he were purring like a giant cat. "You will live a long life, cherished and honored by those you protected, I promise you."

"Will you keep that one promise you gave me, my goddess?"

He's impatient, he had always been, and you laughed at his eagerness, knowing his body still hurt, but the orc didn't seem to mind it. Was he unhappy with seeing your face? You didn't think so, and yet, apparently, he wanted something else. Gold? Women? Immortality? The last one would be quite hard, that is if gods wouldn't struck you with a lightning or something just to teach you a lesson to be more pliant and respectful.

"What it is that you want, my warrior? I will do whatever you ask me to if it is within my powers, just like I promised."

"It's within your powers, I'm sure." He grumbled, making you laugh even harder at his unusual grumpiness, touching the tips of his tusks, and the orc laughed at you, too.

"What is it, then? Don't keep me waiting, mortal, for even I grew tired of tending to you over four days." Winking at him in the most frivolous manner just like your mother had taught you, you giggled then, and the hero's face lightened up.

"This is not how I imagined it to be, but who cares, anyway." he muttered to himself and sat up, turning to you and hurriedly searching the pockets of his torn pants, obviously empty after his long, intense battle. "Shit! I've brought you golden rings and necklaces and bracelets, but those flying bitches made holes in my clothes. I should have hidden my gifts under some rock before the battle."

"Oh, you should have!"

He's impossible, you thought as you both snickered, his huge, calloused hands touching gentle yours. He brought you gold? What for?

"Well, whatever, I'll find more for you later if you don't mind, goddess. Will you give me the honor of becoming my wife even if I didn't bring you the gifts?" The orc tilted his head to the side, looking at you as if it were just a mere matter of something minor, unimportant, but soon, as he watched you openly gape at him for his audacity, he quickly bowed his head, kneeling in front of you.

You were speechless. For once, you had never for once suspected of the hero having these feelings for you. Surely, he prayed to you, he respected you as a mortal should respect their deity, he was intrigued by your true appearance you had concealed from him, but his spoke of marriage seemed preposterous. Was it your face again, your mother's charms? No, no, it couldn’t have been it for the hero intended to bring you gifts, wedding gifts, that is. He had come prepared.

Unbelievable. Did his feelings grow while he didn't even know how you looked?

"Forgive me my insolence, goddess." he mumbled, realizing his offer could be a grave offense to you, a being standing way higher than him. "But I can serve you till the end of my days, do whatever you tell me to. If I have survived the last battle and brought people salvation they wanted, I must be good enough, right?"

"Will you serve me even if I am not your wife?" You asked him quietly, looking at your hands covered in the balm you stole from the gods just to heal his wounds, knowing you were attracted to him despite your feelings never being voiced.

For a couple of seconds the orc grew silent, watching the carpet you put him on to tend to his wounds: it had been soaked in his blood that now dried out.

"I will serve you even then." He uttered grimly, refusing to look you in the eyes, his gaze on your hands as he kept sitting in front of you.

Afraid to speak, you fell silent too, wishing to touch him, brush your hand against his disheveled hair. Oh, didn't you want him? Didn't you wish to be embraced by the very hero you spent years guiding and healing so he would continue his journey? Didn't you deserve to be loved, the daughter of the goddess of that very same love you'd been craving for so long?

But your hero was a mortal. You were frightened to even think what gods would do to him for his impertinence.

Oh, evil gods. You spent years to teach and guide the mortal hero they despised who brought the salvation to the lands they were so afraid to lose, and yet neither him nor you were given anything in return. Instead, they were granting you a torture of refusing advances of the only one dear to you.

Please, darling.

Your mother's irritated voice cut through the silence like a knife, and you froze, knowing she was rolling her eyes at you, watching you secretly like she often did.

You have a heart of stone if you reject the man who is standing on his knees in front of you. I grant you my permission if you so need it.

As her mighty voice rang in the complete silence of a cave, Bucky shivered, immediately getting on his feet. Of course, he knew nothing of your mother except that she was a goddess, and he had never heard her voice. It didn't matter to you, though, as you stared at him, dumbfounded.

Permission. She granted you her permission to marry him. You were free to act as you like, knowing the gods wouldn't bring their wrath upon your hero.

"I will have you if you promise to love and cherish me like no other, protect me, and be loyal to me until your last breath." You whispered, your eyes full of tears as you watched him from below while he towered above you, and the next second he was on his knees again, taking your arms in his and kissing your tears away.

"Even if my face will be disfigured, my tongue cut off, and my body dismembered, I will love you till my last breath." his voice was so quiet, yet you heard him as if he were screaming at the top of his voice. "I promise to worship you and come to you aid whenever you need me."

Hurriedly ripping a piece of his ragged, soaked in blood clothes, he wrapped it around your finger like it was a ring he had lost.

"My soul, my heart, and my sword - everything I possess I give to you."

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[suicidalslasher]

𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 ➤ 𝑱𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑫.

Nothing but porn w/o a plot. There actually is a plot and if anybody is confused on the ending, I can explain but it’s more porn than anything.... so, here you go, you filthy animals. 

WARNINGS: choking, degradation, use of a gun (brief), a lot of dirty talk... of course. Oral, m on f / f on m. Fingering. Squirting. (brief.)

!! Female reader. Readers pronouns are she/her. !!

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“You don’t know me, but something terrible is going to happen. That boy you call your boyfriend isn't a man at all, in fact, he's a monster and he's only using you to kill you, for your blood to be on his hands, for him to be the cause of your death. He's twisted, that way.  He's not as nice as he portrays himself to be. If  I were you  — and once upon a time ago, I was in your shoes, I was you —  I'd get the hell out of that relationship and quickly."          Jason looked up from the letter his girlfriend,  (Y/N), had received in her locker. His lips are pressed together tightly into a white slash, his jaw clenched and in a sharp tone, he asks, "So.... what? You're going to break up with me over a  letter that a complete stranger put in your locker?" He sneered, grinding his teeth together before he stood up, moving the chair back as he does so. 

The piece of furniture loudly squeaks against the floor, making (Y/N) grimace and flinch at the obnoxious  noise. It's not the only thing in the room being annoying, though.    "No." (Y/N) answers,  giving an eyeroll in return to his question as she folds her arms across her chest.  "I want to see the monster you supposedly are, that's all." She adds.  "This isn't the first or even the second letter that says those words. There's been an endless amount and quite frankly, my beloved J.D, I'm suspicious  on what it exactly means."  "You believe the notes, do you?" He questions,  stepping closer to his girlfriend, eyebrow arched as he waits for her response.  "I do..... or I don't. That's up to you to decide for me. So, enlighten me, Jason, are you a monster in disguise or are you not and someone's simply playing a trick on not only me but the both of us?"  "What is it you're trying to do to me, (Y/N)?"  "Oh my God, fuck me like you hate me, fuck me like the monster that you supposedly are, according to the pieces of paper I receive every day.. I want to see whether or not it's true."  Jason is silent, as if he had gone mute. He was standing inches away from her face, doing - saying - nothing. Only... staring, like he was a starved predator and she was his only prey, his first feast of the day.  

Though, she knows the air conditioner isn't on, and neither are the windows open, (Y/N) shivers as if it were cold. But it was his eyes  that were frosty. His eyes were two lifeless pools of abyss-black, an ice-cold stare he was giving. Finally, he speaks for what feels like ages since he last talked, although it had only been a minute or two since he did, "I hate you. Despise you, actually.  Don't even know why we continue to have this fucking conversation. You're seriously so fucking annoying," He spat.  (Y/N) wasn't sure if he meant the words or not, either way, it did feel like a stab in the chest.  She purses her lips together and she goes to say something but before she could, his hand is wrapped around her throat and her back is pushed up against the wall.  "I should strangle you."  "Is that a promise?" She gasped out.  "Once I start, I might not be able to stop." He informs, clicking his tongue against the root of his mouth.  His grip, however, gets tighter and as fucked up as it may sound, (Y/N) grows wetter, she squeezes  her thighs tighter together and has to bite back a moan at the feeling of his hand around her throat. "I don't care what you do," (Y/N) replied truthfully, voice low and groggy, as if she had just woken up. "Just fuck me."  "My pleasure."  To her disappointment, Jason  drops his hand down at his side before gesturing to the floor with a motion of his finger.  "Get on your knees, this cock isn't going to suck itself."  (Y/N) is more than happy to oblige as she crashed to her knees,  quickly, undoing  his belt buckle and unbuttoning  his jeans.  In only a matter of seconds, he's got his pants and boxer briefs off, hanging down his ankles and his dick is being swallowed by his favorite cock-slut.  

Her eyes are fluttered shut as she tries to concentrate  on pleasing him. And as always, she's doing a great job at doing so. Then he remembers — this was a punishment and she deserved to be punished.  She wanted for him to unleash the beast, after all, right? So, he would be doing that.  Jason growls and grabs the back of her neck, fingers finding their way up to her hair as he then forces  her further down onto her cock, making her sputter and choke, a few drops of spit soaking his shaft as he face-fucks (Y/N)'s throat.   "Take it, slut. You wanted this, remember? Wanted to see the man behind the mask, well, here I am, baby, standing proudly right in front of you. Take my cock, choke on it like the filthy, little bitch you are. That's all you are, isn't it, sweetheart? You aren't important enough for me to keep around, according to the letters you get. Only keep you around so I can fuck you like the desperate whore you are. Is that what you want to hear? Huh?"  (Y/N)'s eyes are full of tears and she knows, without even looking in the mirror, her cheeks are stained with mascara and her lipstick is smudged, as her throat is getting pounded by the man above her, his grip on her hair is too tight, it's too much and yet not enough. 

She wants more — no, scratch that —  needs more.   "Desperate cock-hungry bitch, aren't you, baby? Starving for me to feed you my cock, to feed you my cum. You'll just open your legs to anyone, everyone, too, huh?  Especially me, even when you know exactly what I've done.... letters or no letters, you know the kind of person I am.. and yet, I'm the monster? You're no saint, either, miss (L/N).You're as crazy and as fucked up as I am."  (Y/N) nearly  (key-word there) makes a mess in her panties. And she hasn't touched herself at all yet, neither has Jason placed a finger yet on her.   

 Jason, on the other end, notices how her fingernails are digging themselves into his bare, naked thighs rougher than they had been previously. There's also more sweat pooling at the top of her forehead, too. He was making a complete mess out of her and was loving every single second of it.  "What is it, baby girl? You want to cum for me? Going to cum for me, untouched? Oh, so naughty, filthy little thing," He cooed, slowing down his movements as he continues to push his dick further down her throat, feeling more saliva spill out of her mouth and wetting his cock as he does so. 

 "Go on then, baby. Make a mess all in your panties. I know you can do it." And, well, yeah, just like that (Y/N) is coming, untouched, all while Jason does the same, feeding her his cum with a grunt of her name escaping his lips.   (Y/N) hums happily as she pulls back, wiping what remains on her cheeks onto her fingers, coating her digits with his  ejeculation and slips the juices into her mouth, making sure to poke her tongue out and give Jason a show — she wanted to prove how much of a slut she really was, and how desperate she was to have him bury his cock in her pussy. She needed the pain, wanted to feel it. She wanted it rough.   "So... what else do you have in plan?"  (Y/N) wonders, looking up at him with a smirk.   That little grin placed on her lips is quick to fall down into a worried frown when Jason pulls a gun out at her, pressing it against her skull.   "I could kill you since I got what  I needed." His voice was as devoid of life as an ossuary and his eyes were still soul-penetrating.  Not even a hint of a smile, not even a sign of amusement in the tone of voice. Surely, he wasn't being serious.... was he?  He presses the end of the gun to her mouth, making her lips part open as he presses  the gun inside.  "Could blow your brains out, right here, right now.... since that's all I'm going to do to you, anyways, right? I'll kill you eventually, why not now?"  Jason pulls the trigger.   

It's a blank.  Of fucking course it is.  "I'm only kidding," He said, chuckling lowly as he places the gun back into the pocket of his trench coat.    "You're a fucking dick." (Y/N) hisses, getting up on her feet and raising her hand up, slapping him on the cheek. "Don't scare me like that,"   "You're the one who was sucking my dick, first of all.... and you are also the one who wanted me to show you just how awful I could be... so, it's your fault." Jason said.   "Oh, shut up and kiss me already. 'm tired of this roleplay. Just want you inside me. Now."  "As you wish, your majesty." Jason laughs, bending forward as he picks his girlfriend up, throwing her over his shoulder and carries  her to his bedroom, kicking the door open with his foot. 

He then falls down onto the bed, letting his girlfriend fall on the mattress as well, (Y/N) squealing loudly as she tries to get comfortable and find a cozy spot along the mountain of pillows that rest against the headboard of the bed.  "Can I at least see if you're as sweet as you look?"  Jason asks,  licking his lips.   For obvious reasons, (Y/N) doesn't argue.  All she does is nod her head and lets a breathless pant out, answering with a, 'yes, please'.  She shimmies out of her pants, pulling her panties down as she strips out of both. Once they're off, she throws them elsewhere, not worried where they end up nor does she have time to worry about such things because the moment she's naked, Jason is pulling her legs apart and is quick to bury his face in her thighs.

 "Oh, God, fuck. Should've given me a warning, baby." She whines, fingers brushing through his hair as she tugs his black locks, pulling him closer, dragging his face closer to her cunt. "Need you so badly...." She murmurs, feeling the smile of her boyfriend's face against her heat. His tongue dances against her clit, flicking this way and that. He was always phenomenal with his mouth, more so his tongue than anything else. (Other than his dick, of course.)  (Okay, everything about J.D, other than his temper, was amazing.)  There were no words to describe it other than perfection and magical.  "Jason, baby..."  Hearing her pleas and knowing he's doing an excellent job, he continues, this time adding a finger and pushing it deep inside, earning a loud gasp to spill from (Y/N)'s lips. "Jason, fuck!"   She's wet, this much is obvious, but she's leaving a puddle not only on his face but beneath her. She'll have to wash the comforter later, she hopes she isn't leaving any stains behind either and can wash it out in time before it does leave an imprint.  

 These thoughts are replaced when Jason adds another finger, and she isn't so sure if he has two inside or three, all (Y/N) knows is it feels so fucking good and if he doesn't stop, she's going to cum soon. "S-Stop, Jason, please.... want to cum by your cock, wanna cum with you."   Jason doesn't stop, despite her cries. He's pushing her thighs down, holding her still as he continues to pump his fingers in and out, his tongue is everywhere and she feels so hot, feels as if every part of her body is on fire.  "Jason, Jason,"  (Y/N)'s moans come out like a broken record; only able to play the bit of his name on repeat, only able to speak his name and nothing else. "Jason, baby, oh.... I'm.... I'm going to cum!" And within a matter of seconds, that familiar sensation she had been feeling for the last few minutes in the pit of her stomach finally explodes and she's shooting her orgasm all over his fingers and on his face and... wait, did she- "You squirted, holy shit..." Jason pulls back, laughing as he wipes his face off of with his shirt. "That's a first. Just by my fingers too, fuck, baby girl.... can't even begin to imagine what you can do when I stuff my cock deep inside your cunt."  "Well, don't imagine then and just do it. Fuck me." Jason chuckles as he takes off the rest of his clothes.  Which wasn't much other than his coat and the shirt. (Y/N) giggles, not realizing that was all he had on. Nothing but his trenchcoat and a shirt underneath, his lower half being completely bare.  "What?" He asks, dropping the jacket and his shirt at the end of the bed before he's crawling up and over on (Y/N), wrapping her legs around him as he presses the tip of his cock at her entrance, teasing her for  a second or two.  "Nothing. Just waiting for you."  "Anything for my darling." With this, he presses his cock steadily at her entrance before he's leaning forward, pressing his chest on top of hers, Jason slides his cock deep within her walls at a slow pace before he's fully inside her, his own mouth parting open at the tightness that clenches around him. "Always so tight, (Y/N), fuck." "I'm not going to last long," She answers honestly.   Jason agreed, nodding his head rapidly as he moves, little by little, bit by bit. "Me, either, baby. You feel so good, always fucking so good."   "Jason...." (Y/N) mewls, feeling that sensation clouding over her once more, every thrust he gave sent a wave of electricity to shock her. Her orgasm would be stronger than the one she had a few seconds ago, this much she knew. 

 "Jason, baby, fuck.... you feel so good. Love feeling you inside me," She gasps, her feet were pointed like a dancer's, her toes curling and uncurling. Her pelvis rose from the bed as if seeking something in the air, Jason had to hold her down against the mattress, placing her hands above her head so she could remain still.  "Jason, please, I'm so close, I'm-" He cuts her off by pressing his lips onto hers. "Tell me you love me." He whispers, slowing the movements of his hips.  She laughs, pulling back and presses her face in the crook of his neck, playfully giving him a bite. "You're the one who lit the match and burned me earlier, telling me you hate me.... why should I say it first?" "Cause you and I  damn well know I don't hate you, I could never hate you, darling, so tell me you love me, please."  "I love you, Jason Dean, now cum inside me and fill me up like the desperate, cum slut I am. I wanna feel you."  Jason groans as he presses (Y/N) back against the pillows, leaving one hand off of her arm as he now cups her face, crashing his lips back against hers hungrily. "Cum with me, baby girl, cum with me."  (Y/N) musters a few curse words, letting them fall into Jason's open mouth as they kiss wildly and crazily, the type of kiss you'd only see in pornagraphic movies.   (What they were doing too, obviously, could be in a film as well.)  "I love you, I love you, I love you."  Jason groans and spills his seed, filling  (Y/N) up as he shoots his load deep inside her walls, moaning the same words she just said into the kiss. "Fuckin, goddamn..." He groans, pulling back as he falls next to her. "Never realized you were so naughty."  "Yes you do. That's why you started dating me, why you fell in love with me... shall I continue?"  "Correction: Didn't realize death was such a turn on for you."  "That's fair." (Y/N) answered with a giggle, grabbing Jason and cuddling up into his side, pressing a kiss to his chest.   "I've still got to thank Veronica for being part of this, giving me the roleplay idea and everything."  "Still don't understand why you're best friends with my ex," "She introduced us. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't be here; We wouldn't be together." "That's fair." He mocks her words, chuckling as he kisses the top of her head.  "Still, I'd never hurt you. You know this, right?" (Y/N) nods and hums, drawing tiny figures on Jason's chest with the tip of her finger.  "I know. Unless I ask for it." She jokes but she and Jason knew there were truth in her words.  "Filthy thing, you are (Y/N) (L/N)." "Yes.... but you love me, though, Jason Dean." "That I do." "And I love you."  "I love you too... although you fit the label; 'geek in the streets, freak in the sheets'  perfectly." He jokes. 

"Can't believe you squirted still and love being degraded as much as you do,  love being talked like your feelings aren't valuable... never expected this from you, missy."  "Says the one who killed others... you crazed bastard.  I knew what I was getting myself into when I got together with you, J.D. I'm not stupid."   "And see, that's why I love you. You love me and the monsters in my closet."  "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Shut up and kiss me, killer."  "Keep that attitude up and I'm gonna have to kill that pussy of yours." "Do it. I'm ready for a round two." (Y/N) replied with a smirk.  "Just can't get enough of this  cock, can you?" "Nope." "Truly are a cock slut." Jason replied with a 'tsk'  before he grabs (Y/N), placing her on top of him. "Ride me, baby girl. You already know what Daddy likes." "Don't have to tell me twice."

[allthingsarmin]

please hear me out , student council president bully!armin x hot goth girl!reader?

Thank you for your request! This prompt made me really thirsty hehehe, but I hope you didn’t have to wait too long. I’ve been getting quite a few goth girl requests, so to all the goth girls who have found my blog, WELCOME!

Warnings: bullying, harassment, mentions of depressive topics, noncon, and then some sexy stuff bc i know yall are horn - ee. Also, sorry this isn’t proofread :(

Fem!Reader, FemBodied!Reader

Minors DNI!

How many times have you been in this position? Submissive under Armin Arlert’s malicious smirk and feeling measly under the bouts of laughter and mockery from your insolent classmates who encourage his harsh words?

How many times have you found yourself running to your dorm after class, crying, loathing the fact that you were different, feeling insufficient because you have never been graciously accepted by others, becoming disgusted with yourself as a failure as your insecurities painfully spill past your eyelids.

How many times have you found yourself hopeless? Hopeless because no matter how many times you go to teachers and counselors for help, they dismiss you with a cackle. “Armin Arlert? The student council president? He is such a gentleman - so responsible and well-mannered. He would never do those things.” Hopeless because of course no one would ever believe the girl who is quiet, strange, and unconventionally a freak who wears nothing but black clothes with edgy designs, chains, and tall boots that match the intimidating aura of your black nails and many piercings. Hopeless because even though you hate the humiliation, hate the demeaning of your very existence, hate Armin Arlert, you can’t deny that you have pathetically fallen like a beggar for his degradation.

Too many times have you found yourself crumbling under the merciless grip of Armin, being thrown around like a puppet to appease his twisted fantasies and inflated ego, his handsome face creepily contorting with a grin each time his cruel insults are aimed at your weak self. Though, soon enough, the school year will end as you are pushed into the warmth of summer, and then you will make your escape from his abominable cage - your escape from the monster that hides behind the intelligent man with the expensive blazers and sweater vests, seemingly gentle smile, and clean face - the monster that hides behind the beautiful, horrible student council president, Armin Arlert.

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On the precipice of escape, the last day of classes before your final exams - that were supposed to be easy and meant for reviewing material - became total hell as you were summoned to the student council office for some ‘unprecedented reason’ or at least that’s what your professor told you.

The walk to the office was a petrifying one. Never before have your boots felt heavy and your knees weak with your heart pounding out of your ears, scared that out of the eight people in the student council you would be faced with the one-and-only Armin Arlert and his mischief.

As soon as you entered the office, you were met with the pain of a shockingly cold, hard floor. Your left thumb nail and pinky broken, your black fishnet stockings torn, and your black eyeliner trailing down your face in waves due to the impact. Armin was waiting behind the door and barbarically pushed you onto the floor right as you entered the room. Upon his sinister eyes, you were so pitifully sprawled in front of him in a confused, fearful haze - such a wonderful sight to see your dark makeup smeared, cheeks red, bruises forming on your knees where your fishnets tore, and the chain bracelet you wore on your frail wrist broken and lying on the floor.

Upon your confusion and fright, Armin quickly steps over your feeble figure as a way of keeping you in place, like a predator fatally cornering his prey. He crouches down on top of you, getting close to your face, his minty breath hitting you in warm swells as his clean-scented cologne invades your nose. In the worse possible position, lying so vulnerable under the man who has tormented you at school all year, you hate to admit how irresistible he actually is - his mesmerizing blue eyes pulling you in like the tides, his beautifully groomed hair contrasting with his menacing smile, his muscles tightening up in his dark blue blazer. How disgusted you are with yourself that just for a second you were willing to take all of his degradation if it meant you got to lay your eyes upon his being.

Armin, feasting upon your beautiful figure, was tearing you apart in his mind. Unbeknownst to you, your dark clothes complimented your skin beautifully, the gruesome designs on your shirts appealingly contrasting with the rare sight of your soft, kind smile, and the black makeup you always wore was never with a fault as it was done perfectly, your black nails leaving Armin with vulgar thoughts about how they would look leaving scratch marks on his back as he roughly fucks you into subspace, what your black and blood-red skirts paired with fishnet stockings would look like while he sneakily tears into you in a public place. How his hand would look around your neck in place of your black chokers. All Armin needed was some hot goth bitch who he could selfishly abuse and degrade while looking cute in her chain necklaces and fitted black tops, and all year had he fantasized about this moment - taking in the sight of your pity allowing the stress from council responsibilities - like speeches and useless complaints from students - to simply just disappear.

“Finally have you all to myself, huh?” he groans, hurriedly taking off his blazer, and unbuttoning his dress shirt, disheveling his collar in the process. Looking around at the empty desks and chairs, you noticed that you two were in fact the only ones in the office and that Armin had slyly locked the door after pushing you to the floor. Your head was burning, and your heart suddenly picked up its pace as you saw Armin begin to unbuckle his belt and fiddle with his zipper.

“W-what are you doing?” you worriedly exclaimed as you moved your messy hair out of your face and scrambled to hold down your skirt.

Armin paused, his grin eerily wide and the glint in his eyes made of pure malice. “Something I should have done a long time ago.”

He, on top of your timid body, shoved his girthy cock into your mouth, his red tip teasingly poking at the back of your throat as tears assault your eye makeup and your face reddens with embarrassment. Armin pulls your hair and forces your wet mouth off of his aching cock, admiring the sight of your wide eyes and blotches of black lipstick painting his thick shaft. He rubs your cheek with his thumb. “Such a pretty goth bitch,” he coos, nearly laughing at the fact his weak, long-time victim was finally exposed below him.

You were stunned, completely numb, so shocked because the man who was always so vile to you was losing himself every time your reluctant tongue slipped past his sensitive tip. So shocked that you couldn’t do anything but comply when he told you to take him deeper.

Armin, with such eagerness, forced your sloppy mouth off of him - after gagging you for what seemed like forever - and sat down on the floor, leaning against the locked door, and firmly grabbing your wrist as a beckon to straddle his lap. Sitting upon his muscular thighs, you begin to realize just how ruined you are, wanting with every inch of your heart to run away from the person who has caused you so much distress yet feeling such a heavy desperation in your throbbing cunt as you gaze upon Armin’s gorgeous figure, his collared shirt slightly unbuttoned and wrinkled, warm red blush thrashed upon his face in contrast with cool blue eyes.

In the midst of it all, you can’t recall how quickly he jerked you onto his lap, rudely pulled your panties to the side, and forcefully thrusted his cock into your messy cunt. Though taking you by an uncomfortable surprise, you hate - hate - to admit how good it felt riding the student council president, Armin Arlert’s, cock, hate to admit how the mixture of abusive slander and your bully’s member inside you made your body shiver with euphoria.

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[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Bound By Blood - Geralt of Rivia x (f)reader - Part 2

Summary: Geralt has learned of a mysterious witch and her supposed vicious familiar, now he must hunt to bring them down for their crimes.

Warning: blood & gore, angst, bit o fluff, things getting chaotic

Masterlist if yall are interested - you’ll find part 1 there

After an admittedly pleasant couple hours of greatly appreciated morning sex, the two of you are finally up and dressed for the days new adventure into the closest village which is about four miles southeast. Luckily for you, your man has a horse which is very fortunate when trekking through snow.

It only takes an hour or so to finally reach the small village of Thurn that’s located just below huge towering mountains that practically touch the sky. Snow covers the land just as expected though the market place is mussed up with mud and dirt from busy travelers and townsfolk alike.

Considering this place is surrounded by a great thick forest and there’s only one trail leading into it, and it’s not part of the main road, you can’t help but still feel apprehensive about who you may meet even with your Witcher by your side. No one knows who or what you are, and it appears that no one seems to care either, although you do notice how some glare in your direction. It’s not you, calm down, you try and convince yourself.

Geralt reassures you it’s only him that they’re keeping a wary eye on, and by the way he gives you a warm smile you believe him and do your best to forget the strange looks here and there. You’re safe with him, this place is away from the main road and there’s no way a single soldier would be here.

Standing on a building corner while facing the marketplace, you watch as Geralt pays for some dried fish and a fluffy loaf of warm bread. So far your nerves have calmed, though you keep a keen gaze on every opening into the great marketplace in case something or someone was to try and harm him or even you for that matter. You have killed many soldiers after all, not to mention the bear.

Suddenly a hand lays itself onto your shoulder when you’re not paying attention causing you to jump back and just about knock Geralt out with your fist. He barely manages to dodge it when you quickly reel back in shock, not expecting it to be him.

He chuckles lightly, “Just me.”

Rolling your eyes you smile fondly up at him, “Sorry...um, reflexes eh.” You mutter with a breathy laugh.

“Guess you were right about being dangerous after all.” He muses, making light of your slight embarrassment.

Taking the bread from his hand you playfully scoff, “Well then again, maybe not touch a woman before she knows who you are? Next time I might accidentally rip your throat out and you’d never see it coming.” You add while tearing off a piece of bread and popping it into your mouth.

Taking a small chunk himself, Geralt hums, “Wise words, I’ll keep that in mind next time.” Before biting into the bread, as you study his face you can’t help but notice how he appears to be fully enjoying your little makeshift breakfast. 

Suddenly a flash of sunlight rickashays off of something metal catching your sight in the morning light, just about blinding you for a small moment. You blink, eyes darting to a market stall that’s filled with meats. Where two soldiers dressed in black are speaking with the butcher, you freeze, taking Geralt off guard with your new fearful state.

“Y/N what is it?” He whispers as you begin to breath heavily, eyes wide as you watch the Nilfgaardians every move. His grey brows furrow in puzzlement before he turns around to follow your line of sight, only to be met with the backs of two soldiers minding their business.

He can hear how loud your heartbeat has become as it thunders in your chest with rage and building adrenaline, he knows exactly what you want to do next but this is not the place for it. Turing back towards you he sets a cautious hand upon your shoulder, “Not here.” He warns softly.

You keep unflinching, nostrils flared as your fists clench in anger, his hand presses firmer now, “Y/N, not here.” He warns again, with more gumption this time, really meaning it.

Breaking out of your self inflicted trance your eyes shift back up to his golden ones, “It’s too late.” You whisper regretfully, “He’s coming for them.”

“Who is?” Inquires Geralt, unsure of what that could possibly mean.

Letting out a frustrated sigh you look to the slushy hard ground almost in shame, “My companion.......my bear.” You mumble, “I didn’t mean to but he can sense when I need him and now...I can’t...I can’t stop him Geralt.”

The Witcher’s eyes widen in realization, “What will the bear do?”

Bringing your worrisome gaze back up to him you shake your head nervously, “Whatever he wants.”

“Gods, Y/N.”

You cringe, this isn’t going to play out very well for you and Geralt knows it, “I know, fuck I should never have come here! We should have just stayed in bed and starved, let’s just hope he only goes for the soldiers and is satisfied with them.” You exclaim in a hushed tone, pulling Geralt behind a corner and away from any unwanted attention, “No one here will die unless they try and hurt him or me, you understand. We have to lure those fuckers away from the village. Now!”

“Alright then, do you have a plan?” He wonders, not so sure if you’ll be able to get these men away from the village in time.

“Yes.” You sigh begrudgingly, “Though it’s not to late to leave me and ride off into the sunset.”

He gives you a small smile at your attempt to make light of the situation, “I’m not leaving you, though it’s tempting.” He teases before turning serious again.

“My plan is for you to do nothing and I’ll harass those bastards into following me out of here and into the woods before my companion has a chance to find them in town.”

“I’m not just doing nothing.” He protests.

“Yes, yes I know. You’ll be my back up, okay? Now we don’t have time for this just keep close but not too close.” Before he’s able to argue back you’re already gone and halfway across the muddy street with a new fire in your heart that he’s willing to protect with his very life.

Fists clenched in anger you grab a frozen tomato from the stall next to you and without a second thought chuck it right into the back of one of the soldiers helmets with a loud thud. He grunts, whipping around with eyes full of confused aggression, “Now wha?”

Smack! 

Another tomato right into his big ugly face causing him to choke on his words as he stumbles into the guy next to him. Dazed and frustrated he gets to his feet, unsheathing his jagged sword while his friend does the same. “You bitch! I’ll have your head for that you fuckin’ slut!” He cries angrily much to your sick satisfaction.

“Ma’m you have to pay for those.” Mutters the vegetable farmer fearfully, interrupting your sweet moment of anger.

“Shut up.” You snap, turning to glare daggers at the two soldiers. “Call me a slut again and I’ll shove his innards down your throat.”

Glancing at one another they smirk wickedly before charging at you, darting to the right, you sprint for the village entrance and out the giant overhang as they chase you towards the forest where a small group of tired travelers are coming from on a small wagon.

Fuck! Not these people now!

Your feet carry you almost to the safety of the thick evergreens before a thunderous roar is heard huffing and puffing from out of the pines. You fall to the snow just as the great brown bear blunders into the opening, immediately mauling down the closest soldier who gets pummeled into the wet cold earth. He screams in agony as his innards are indeed ripped out, though his cries are muffled when the bear clamps down onto his face, ending anymore unpleasant sounds coming from him.

The family next to you freezes in terror, their horse kicking and rearing at the wagon desperately trying to vacate the situation as her owner tugs on her reigns for dear life. The bear growls at the horse from across the clearing, face dripping crimson as the other soldier slashes the beast across the face with all that he can, still it does little but make a small scar of red on its furry cheek.

You gasp in pain at a stinging sensation on your cheek, however your mind doesn’t have time to weigh on it as the bear tears the man’s throat out with teeth the size of butter knives, claws digging into the soldier’s black armor as he feasts. Soon your companions furry head raises to meet eye to eye with Geralt who’s found his way onto the messy scene.

Your heart beats rapidly as you shake with adrenaline as your Witcher’s golden eyes dance from the large beast in front of him to you who’s behind both of them. Suddenly the bear takes a step forward causing Geralt to step backwards cautiously. Shit!

You move quickly to the creatures side, “Don’t.” You warn firmly, “He’s mine.” The enchanting ember eyes of the familiar meets your stern gaze as he snorts, giving a distinctive nod in understanding just as an arrow thrusts itself into the beasts shoulder.

“No!” You scream in unison with the bears roar of pain as a sharp stinging races it’s way up your arm when he knocks you to the ground, now standing protectively in front of you like a shield of steel. Geralt quickly turns around to find half a dozen more Nilfgaardian soldiers racing out from the village, one drawing another arrow as they ready a charge.

From behind the bears legs you can see what terror awaits, “Geralt!” You cry desperately as his eyes find yours, “Don’t let them hurt him!”

Heeding to your command, your brave Witcher jumps into action, taking out two soldiers before launching himself at the bowman who’s ready to fire. Your companion moves just as a last arrow plunges into the snowy blood spattered earth right in front of your face. You gasp in shock, staggering to your feet as the men that Geralt couldn’t stop attempt to take down your bear with their swords and shields.

Failing miserably they fall to the beasts paw one by one as you watch in relief, then to your great annoyance and admittedly slight fear does a lone man charge for you. One who’s been able to slip past the defenses, you reach down and take a fistful of snow before throwing it into his face, taking him off guard as you race for the wagon.

“Hand me a weapon!” You shout, “Quickly now if you want your children to live!” The terrified father keeps stiff and silent as his wife throws you a shovel of all things. Turning around you clash wood with steel, the soldier grunts as you kick his feet from out under him. Falling to the earth you quickly swing the rusted shovel around before harshly cutting right through his exposed neck in one clean motion.

His eyes gloss over as you pull the makeshift weapon from his bleeding neck, grimacing in disgust as you drop the shovel to the ground. Not feeling keen on witnessing the reactions of the family from behind you, instead your head stays forward as you walk away towards Geralt.

“Y/N! Are you hurt.” Rushes Geralt worriedly as he jogs over to your disheveled side, eyes all over you in case you really are wounded.

You nod, waving him off, “I’m fine, fine...I promise.”

He smiles, grateful to know you’re alright and uninjured, “Good. We need to leave.”

“I know, come on let’s find your hors..arh ahh fuck...” You scream in pain falling to your knees in the wet snow, Geralt catches you as your eyes darken in anger, two black pupils glaring furiously away from him. “No!” You shout, “Don’t hurt him!”

Turning his head to follow your pained gaze, he’s surprised to find some idiotic villagers as they throw rocks and other shitty weaponry at the roaring beast, “Stop it he’ll kill you!” You shout even louder now as he holds you back. Your familiar grunts and growls in protest as the men push him back farther into the woods, though they don’t stop, idiotically they follow. 

“Let me go!” You snap at Geralt angrily as he holds you tight, “Geralt!”

“Y/N he’s a bear what are we supposed to do now, he cut through those trained soldiers like they were nothing, I’m not having you get anymore roughed up then you already are.” Pleads Geralt. No you idiot they cannot kill him!

Eyes darkening in rage you break from his tight grasp and shove him to the ground before grabbing his fallen sword and racing towards the stupid villagers who are disappearing into the forest, the roars of your companion sounding painfully throughout the woods.

“Y/N!” He shouts after you, still you ignore him, to focused on tearing into the woods with determination clear in your heart. Soon enough you find the men in a snowy meadow among the great timber, makeshift weapons pointing dangerously at the bear who’s now standing his ground. 

“Get back!” You shout as they shove their sticks into the bears face that’s not even ten feet from them. “Don’t!”

The bear growls a fearsome roar of protest and pain as it backs up closer to the tree line while the villagers press closer and closer with their steel and wood, shouting insults as they go.

“Stop it he could rip your throats out you fools! Stop-ah..ouch fuck.” You seethe through clenched teeth as one of them knocks you to the ground with his garden hoe. He chuckles maliciously, eyeing you grossly as he holds up the tool readying for another hit.

“This your beasty, huh?” Taunts the dirty man with a smug grin just as your fearsome bear races to your aid with a new found purpose. He throws men that stand in his way before slashing open the mans stomach, entrails slipping out right before your vary eyes.

“Fuck.” You mutter before all hell breaks loose, more of the village men try and take down the bear but it’s no use, he slashes and tears at them, causing most to flee in terror back through the woods and eventually into the village.

“Stop! You’ve done enough for me! It’s time to go now, leave!” Is lost on the wind as the beast mauls down another man. Soon warm arms pull you from the ground and into a strong chest as your Witcher pleads for you to fall back. “Geralt no! I have to make him leave this place, he’ll kill all who try and harm him!”

“Y/N your bear is murdering innocents, this has to end now!” He exclaims while holding you close though he’s just making you more frustrated. No one is innocent.

“What are you implying?” You snap at him, dreading what he’s about to say next as you hold his arms against your chest.

“Y/N.” He whispers almost regretfully, face pressed against your cheek, “We have to kill him, it’s the only way to stop this slaughter from continuing.”

Elbowing him in the stomach you shove him from your side, face a mask of anguish and fear, “I can’t Geralt!” You exclaim loudly, “Fuck, there are just some things you don’t know about me yet! Dammit this is all wrong!”

He gives you a deep frown as he studies your face, confusion clear on his handsome features, “Y/N we have no choice.”

“There is always a choice!” Your voice is strong as you shout at him, he huffs in frustration at your outburst, clearly he doesn’t know why the bear cannot die. Y/N just tell him, he trusts you. Eyes softening you swallow thickly while touching your sore shoulder, “You don’t understand.”

Staring at you desperately, his face and hair undoubtedly a mess of dirt and blood, he looks to you now with deep confusion, “What do you mean?”

Breathing a heavy sigh you look down at the palm of your hand that’s still covered in bandages, “You can’t kill it, that creature is bound to me by an unbreakable link..”

“What?” He wonders, grey brows furrowing in puzzlement at your strange half explanation, “What does that mean Y/N?”

Your gaze falls to the snow covered earth then over to the beast that’s now decided to head for the woods, leaving a trail of bloody paw prints in the snow, no men left alive in it’s wake.

You frown deeply, your features conflicted and almost lost as you find his lingering gaze once more, “It’s complicated.” You begrudgingly mutter, Y/N he trusts you. “Let’s get out of here and I’ll explain everything.”

“Fine, come on.” Urges Geralt as the two of you make haste for the woods where Roach is waiting patiently.

The ride back is deathly silent, a new tension filling the small atmosphere around the two of you as you sit quietly in front of him. He doesn’t further press you for anything until he’s made it back to the secluded old cabin where he clicks his tongue to stop Roach. Boots hit the snow as Geralt looks up to you now, you nod lowly and let him help you down though you don’t truly need it, he ties off Roach before following you into the warmth of the small house.

As soon as you stand in front of the dying fire do your eyes fill with unshed tears while you bite your lip anxiously. Geralt’s gentle gaze falls onto your form as he steps closely in front of you, reaching his hands up to carefully clasp his hands with yours, “Tell me why this bear is so special to you, please Y/N?” He quietly asks.

Blinking the tears away you rest a hand onto your wounded shoulder that’s left a red mark through your shirt, though still letting him hold the other one. “That beast is my twin brother Geralt.” His brows raise in surprise still he keeps silent as you continue, “I don’t understand it myself, and neither does he. But ever since we came into this world something has linked our very souls and vessels together so that if one of us is hurt, the other feels it too.”

Blinking hard, the Witcher’s brows furrow even deeper now, “That’s your brother.” He repeats, trying to wrap his head around the whole thing as he starts to connect the dots, “Is this why your hand is hurt and your shoulder is wounded?”

You sigh, tilting your head up to fully look at him, “Yes. When you cut his paw it cut me too, then earlier when that damn archer shot him in the shoulder I felt everything.”

“I could tell you looked in pain, and your cheek.” He brings a hand up to gently caress your cheek, “A fresh scar. I did wonder how that happened.”

“It’s a quick pain, still hurts of course. But it’s something I have always lived with, and it’s something mages would be very inclined to study so you mustn’t tell a soul.” You affirmed through pleading eyes as you suddenly pull apart from his grasp when a jolting pain hits you on the temple unexpectedly. “Fuck, what the hell?”

Geralt’s at your side in an instant, “Y/N you’re bleeding.” Worries your Witcher as he grabs a spare cloth and applies it to your head. “Will you be okay?”

“Yes, it’s a simple cut. My brothers thick skull is to thank for that. Dammit if I could only find him.”

“Couldn’t you through some twin bond like you said, maybe that would work?” He suggests.

“Ah shit, fuck...okay yes there is another way...but please don’t look at me differently when I tell you. This is the last secret I promise.”

“Nothing is stranger then this twin link, tell me Y/N I trust you.”

Giving him a kind apprehensive smile do you nod, “My brother isn’t the only one who can change form, I can too. Difference is....I’m a wolf.”

Your heart beats with fear as Geralt begins to chuckle much to your confusion, “A wolf huh? Of course you’re a wolf, I’ve heard this could be destiny of some kind. Do you believe in that horseshit?”

You let out a humorous breath, “Well, I’m a skin-changer and if my twin gets hurt so do I. So...uh....I’m not exactly one to not question what weird shit destiny has in store for me, I mean look, I’m with a Witcher and he hasn’t killed me yet.”

Geralt’s hums, golden eyes shinning bright down at you, “And I don’t ever plan on it.” Oh, Geralt.

He smiles fondly at you though you begin to frown, “Well that’s just it huh, my brother has taken bear form for a while now, he won’t want to come back. And those villagers saw me with him, they’ll know...they’ll hunt for us. Geralt I can’t have him hurt anyone else...but what can I do? There’s only one way to truly reason with him....but I’m afraid.”

“Why? What would happen?” Worries your Witcher.

Your eyes briefly drop to the floor before they shift back up to Geralt, “I must take my beast form to speak with him, he understands me as I am now...it’s just, well I can’t really understand him as a bear.”

“Then we’ll find him.” Mutters Geralt reassuringly, causing a tiny smile to appear on your face, “Together.”

[autisticzukka]

what is this hakoda zuko arranged marriage you speak of? i am intrigued

okay so the long story short is that it’s a slight rebuttal of a popular post that is very fun but i find like... unrealistic in a really intriguing way like, how would this ACTUALLY play out. I’ve talked about it at length in my server a few times, and it’s one of those AU’s -- like the genderbend zukka ATLA rewrite or the zukki fic that starts with sokka failing to assassinate zuko -- that lives rent free in my head and I’ve written a couple thousand words for.

tw for like VERY unrequited zuko in love with hakoda and the inherent comedy of sokka being in love with his fire nation stepmom.

so here’s hakoda, chief of the southern water tribe, happily not-married to Bato. and here is a more balanced war, where the north and the south are actually  allies, rather than whatever the fuck they were in ATLA. Yue already has a fiance and the Northern chief refuses to remarry. that leaves hakoda responsible for biting the bullet and doing a political marriage even though, as he points out at length, he is an elected official and if he stops being elected it’s no longer a marriage with the chief of the south pole. intelligently but mostly selfishly motivated (yue’s fiance is his nephew, after all) pakku points out that its not like the fire nation knows... that. the fire nation is dumb. ozai’s stupid.

faced with such inarguable points hakoda stiffens his upper lip, pre-emptively ends things with bato on the understanding that if this is another kya situation they’ll get back together and that he’s still the most important person to him but the tribe comes first yada yada, and deals with katara throwing the mother of all tantrums. it is slightly softened by the fact that in return for him marrying the fire nation noble, a thing everyone can agree isn’t traditional, the north has finally agreed to train katara. she heads out before the wedding, in protest but also so as to not cause an international incident.

(on her way, she’ll find aang. with the war less dire, katara will be sympathetic towards his desire to live without committing violence, even if she deeply can’t relate. they’ll have a hot girl romcom summer of self discovery and coming to terms with the dichotomy between duty and love as they become master benders. at some point they pick up toph. they ARE a throuple.)

sokka meanwhile is like.. not cool with it.. but ? kind of relieved? like. he’s the eldest kid. he’s 18, and he’s been a man of the tribe as far as legalities for several years. it would have been entirely understandable if his dad had asked HIM to do it. he had his emotionally crushing romance with yue, and as much as he was like ‘im kind of a prince’, he finds he doesn’t actually want some of the responsibilities and demands that would bring. yue’s life sucks.

back in the fire nation, zuko never demanded a quest and never went on it. he’s spent years hardening into something that, while brittle, can survive the pressures of the court around him. he still has his scar. he still wants his father to love him, but he knows by now that it’s not something he’s capable of earning. he watches his sister, never the most stable person, start to have complete breakdowns of sanity once she hits puberty, and helps her cover for it and receive medical treatment on the down low. he’s the heir, but he lives knowing that if he was ever in a position to inherit his choices are to abdicate or have the baby sister who he raised kill him and destroy herself and the country in the process.

when he realizes the plan is to marry azula off rather than someone more reasonable-- mai is RIGHT there, for fucks sake-- he doesn’t realize ozai’s true intent is to fuck this up through malicious compliance and false shows of good faith. he panics, and does the zuko thing: he blurts out that this is unacceptable and immoral and she’s only 16 and Ozai sees the true opportunity for two birds with one stone. send zuko, let him piss someone off so badly he gets killed or divorced, and he gets rid of zuko from the line of succession permanently. there are those who are incredibly attached to teh idea of a firstborn for firelord, and it’s been a constant thorn in unpopular ozai’s side to nto be able to name azula his heir apparent without costly rebellion. but if he can taint him in the mind of the fire nation so much that birthright is easy to supercede-- yeah. this’ll work PERFECTLY.

so zuko is sent to marry hakoda, chief of the water tribe.

literally NO ONE was expecting it to be a member of Ozai’s immediate family. besides the fact that his oldest child is half hakoda’s age and his brother has 20 years on hakoda, it would have been sus as fuck - the treaty is not favorable enough to grant that kind of secession of interests. it becomes quickly apparent that this young man -- hakoda reminds himself of that repeatedly. not kid. not kid. young man. don’t think of him like a kid, it’s hard enough on both of us already. -- is not a horrible threat. he’s scared shitless and shakes with what he thinks is bravado. he’s desperate to make the marriage work. he’s desperate to not go home. he’s got a giant fucking scar on his face from where the fire lord punished him for some grievous but unstated offense.

zuko “daddy issues” fire nation sees his husband to be and, despite being scared shitless, immediately begins to soften a little. like... he’s not nearly as scary as he thought he’d be. his face can be stern, but it just as easily breaks into huge smiles, and his eyes are crinkled with laughter. he’s incredibly handsome. and his biceps are. his biceps. are. his hands are...

like. zuko thinks. okay. maybe. maybe his marriage duties. won’t be so horrible as he thought. maybe he’s ready for this. and he knows what to expect, Uncle had discreetly provided him the means and the contacts to acquire an intimate education in the whirlwind of activity that was the two months before leaving. and like, once he’d gotten past the nerves, it was often even... good? or at least... not bad? he thinks that even if hakoda isn’t a professional expert, he has a certain.... je ne sais quoi, if you will.

((DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF))

sokka sees his new stepfather and immediately falls in love because he’s that kind of dumb bitch. (the core of this au is that i cant breathe thinking about sokka falling in love with his hot young stepmom his age who his dad doesnt even want to fuck. like. i CANT. sokka masturbates to ‘hand caught in the washing tub’ fantasies which are even more absurd for requiring zuko to be DOING LAUNDRY. i find it so funny.)

bato watches them at the wedding feast while hakoda is very clearly trying to treat zuko as an Equal Adult Partner and mostly managing to seem like someone having a serious conversation with a seven year old about the game they’ve made up. zuko is clearly enamored with it, soaking up the attention, blushing and doing his best to Bravely Flirt, which at one point includes awkwardly attempting to feed Hakoda by hand. bato has to excuse himself to have a teary eyed giggle, hoping that Kya is in the spirit world looking down and laughing with him. he can’t resent the kid even a little bit, when hakoda is sitting there looking so incredibly fucking befuddled as to what he’s supposed to do with this star struck infant he’s legally wed to

anyways all of this... is very funny. their wedding night... is less so. zuko does not take the rejection from hakoda very well, especially because he’d been caught wanting. HE’S the one who should be rejecting hakoda. and he catastrophizes almost immediately about his potential value to the water tribe, his future treatment, that endless inescapable freezing cold loneliness is the good ending for him here... hakoda, meanwhile, drops zuko off at his home, reassuringly informs him that there’s NOTHING else expected of him and he will be well taken care of, and books it to bato’s. bato refuses to let him in on grounds of ‘you can’t sleep under the same shelter as me on your wedding night to that kid, have a fucking brain’, and he ends up crashing at sokka’s.

sokka, who had KNOWN that his dad wouldnt, but also upon seeing zuko and zuko’s awkward flirting was like... but how COULDNT he???? sokka is relieved.

the core of this fic is that i find it endlessly hilarious for zuko to try and seduce his husband while sokka simps around zuko and bato tries to be heartbroken or betrayed but mostly ends up with a giant case of hysterical schadenfreude. but the thing that CLINCHED it for me, like THE scene. several years after being married, settled into their life. they’re partners and they see each other as people. and zuko just fucking snaps one night

he just kisses him, desperate and clawing and climbing and maybe a little drunk. he knows hakoda is going to push him away, maybe even hit him, but he doesn’t care anymore, he doesn’t care. he can do anything he wants to him as long as he just-- finally does something. zuko is 21 and married to the surface of the sun and the surface of the sun jr is his best friend and clearly in love with him-- so clearly not even zuko can miss it-- and like. listen. listen. zuko is not a patient person. but he’s been patient for this. he waited and he matured and he is a fucking amazing husband and he wants this, he wants him. he wants to be wanted.

but hakoda doesn’t push him away. hakoda doesnt yell at him, or hit him. hakoda gentles the kiss into something soft and closed lipped. he pulls away slowly, and his eyes are so sad for zuko, so pitying. he strokes his cheek with the back of his hand so gently. he says, I’m sorry. I don’t want you.

and zuko daddy issues fire nation swallows

and he nods

and he leaves, even though its his own fucking house

and he knows he’s never going to be good enough

like FUUUCK i am OBSESSED WITH THAT

[hyuniebaby]

Dangerous Woman

Pairings: Jongin x Y/N x Baekhyun

Genre: SMUT

Warnings: daddy kink, oral, threesome, spanking, voyeurism

AU: mafia!au

Song reference: Dangerous Woman by SuperM

tw: slight mention of harassment. please read at your own risk.

A/N: I can’t believe I wrote this. I’m ascending JBFUHGFUEE. I hope you enjoy reading this filth 🥵

Black boots, short black leather skirt, a choker, and a fitted crop top with a low neckline showcasing your cleavage, that was your ensemble this Friday night. You had your reddest lipstick on and a winged eyeliner. The clothes you wore accentuate your curves and showed a lot of skin. It was perfect for seduction. You feel so sexy.

As you entered the club, you could feel a lot of eyes on you. You see men glancing at you up and down, basically feasting their eyes with your looks. You smirk. You loved this feeling. You felt like you had so much power, like you had these men wrapped around your finger. But there was only one man who you wanted. And you were walking straight to him.

He was wearing a satin shirt, almost unbuttoned except for one. He had chains on his neck and gold rings on his fingers. You can clearly see his toned body from what he was wearing. You lick your lips at the sight of him. He looked delicious.

The club was a dangerous place. Too dangerous for a woman to come alone, especially when you were surrounded by men with predatory eyes that could pounce on you at any second. You don’t let them deter you though. Besides, you loved danger. You loved how thrilling these situations are.

The walk took longer than expected, since men who were new to the place kept trying to get your attention. You had been stopped a couple of times by them asking for your name. You gave them a dazzling smile as you said, “Trouble.”

You didn’t have to look at your boyfriend to know that he was glaring at you. You enjoyed making him mad for attracting attention from other men.

Men can easily be deceived by a simple smile. It was amusing for you to watch them underestimate you and think that you were approachable, attainable. But you were cold, ruthless, and wild. The only person who could tame you was the man staring daggers at your direction.

You pass by a few more tables when a male gropes your ass. You stop in your tracks, turning around and giving the male an icy look. Before he could react, you grabbed the bottle of beer he had on his table and smacked it to his head with so much force. It was such a normal occurrence for you in this club that the waiters didn’t even bat an eye when you did it.

“Bitch!” The male growls but before he can attack you, guns were pointed at him by your boyfriend’s subordinates. He holds his hands up in surrender, shocked. You smirk. No one messes with you. No one messes with Kim Jongin’s girl.

Jongin had always told you to leave when trouble ensues, but here you were. Instead of leaving the man be, you walk towards him. “Stop harassing women, you piece of shit.” You scowl. You lean in and whisper to his ear, “If you don’t, then watch your back. I won’t stop until I have your head.” The man visibly shivers at your threat. With a flick of your wrist, the assailant was escorted out of the club.

When the commotion was over, you continued to walk towards your man. If he was mad when a few men were flirting with you, he was livid now upon watching you get assaulted. Again. You could feel his anger radiating off of him even when you were still a couple of steps away from him. Some of his subordinates were eyeing him warily. They knew not to come close to him when he was in this mood. Jongin could easily kill anyone without remorse when he was this angry. He was dangerous. But you were a daredevil.

You stop in front of him. “Hi, Jongi-”

“Kai. It’s Kai.” He cuts you off.

Right, it was Jongin when he’s alone with you and Kai when he’s in front of his subordinates.

Before you could even correct yourself, he snaps at you, “What do you think you’re doing here?”

You frown. You weren’t really expecting this hostile welcome. “Well, I wanted to see y--”

He doesn’t let you finish your sentence, again. “I clearly told you not to come here.” He says coldly. “It’s too dangerous for you.”

You roll your eyes at him. “I don’t need protecting.” You snap. You were already irritated with the harassment, you don’t need Kai telling you what else to do and how to act. You see his eye twitch at your sudden outburst, but you didn’t care.

“You should’ve just gone to that illegal street racing event you love. There’s way less trouble there than here.”

You cross your arms which somehow emphasizes your breasts more. You watch as he shifts his eyes to your chest. “Min won’t let me drive! What fun would that be?”

“Of course he won’t, you don’t know how to race.” He says simply.

“Oh but I do know!” You grin. “Someone taught me.” You say in a singsong voice.

His head snaps to his right-hand man, Baekhyun, who is the only racer in their group. Baekhyun coughs loudly, Kai was glaring at the man. It was scary. Baekhyun doesn’t know how you don’t even cower when Kai looks at you like this.

Kai charges towards Baekhyun and grabs his collar, “You taught her?! You know how dangerous it is!”

“Listen, man. I tried to refuse. I told her you’d kill me if you found out. But of course she doesn’t care about that.” He gives you a pointed look to which you respond with a roll in your eyes. “But then she says she’d go to Mark for help instead, and I knew you’d actually kill me if she went there.”

Mark was from the rival gang. He was no match for Baekhyun but you were desperate to learn. And desperate times calls for desperate measures, right?

Kai releases his grip on Baekhyun and grabs you by your arm. He motions for Baekhyun to come with. You, on the other hand, protest, clearly not wanting to go home just yet. Sure, you wanted to get Jongin’s attention, but you also wanted a drink, maybe a smoke too but Jongin wasn’t going to let you.

He drags you to his car, Baekhyun following behind. He drives you back to his place in silence. He was brooding. The atmosphere in the car was tense. The fact that Baekhyun was there didn’t calm your nerves.

When you reach his apartment, he orders, “Go to our room.”

You roll your eyes again but comply nevertheless. You can hear muffled voices over the door but you can’t really understand what Jongin was telling Baekhyun. For a moment you feel like he’s going to make the him guard you so you don’t do anything stupid. The thought pisses you off. You were looking for some thrill in your life and there was absolutely no thrill in being stuck at home while he lived a dangerous life that you wanted for yourself.

After realizing it was fruitless to try and listen in to their conversation, you decide to change into your nightgown.

The door to your shared bedroom with Jongin opens suddenly, just as you were removing your crop top. Jongin enters with Baekhyun trailing behind. Jongin eyes darken. You were wearing the lacy bra he liked on you. Baekhyun shamelessly looks over your body.

Within three strides, Jongin reaches you and roughly kisses you. He grabs your boobs. You arch your back and moan loudly as he did so. His lips trail to your neck and you tilt your head to give him access. You open your eyes and find Baekhyun still in the room, watching you submit to your boyfriend. He bites his lips and trails his hands towards his boner. The sight turned you on.

Jongin leaves a mark on your sweet spot and detaches himself away from you. With his voice dropping an octave he says, “Remember who you belong to.”

You weren’t sure what he meant by that but then he nods his head at Baekhyun.

Baekhyun walks over to you, eyes filled with lust. He grabs you by your waist and presses himself to you. You can feel his hard-on. You gulp.

He kisses you next. It starts slowly at first but gets more urgent within minutes. He slips his hands under your skirt and grabs your ass. You whimper at the sudden action. He growls at the cute little sounds you make. He then dips his hand into your panties, feeling the wet patch on it. He smirks, “Someone’s a little eager.”

He moves your panties aside and rubs your wet cunt. He then looks over at Kai and says, “Can I eat her out?”

You momentarily forgot Kai was still in the room, watching the two of you. You notice his bulge on his tight pants. He nods wordlessly in response to Baekhyun’s question.

“Remove your panties and get on the bed, baby. Keep your skirt on.” Baekhyun orders.

You were quick to oblige. You were so horny, you didn’t want to waste any second. You spread your legs as you wait for Baekhyun’s next move. He takes a few seconds to admire your body while he touches his cock through his pants. You can see how big he is. It makes you even wetter.

He takes quick steps towards you and lifts your legs over his shoulders. He tentatively licks your core and you can help but whimper. He pushes a finger in and watches your face contort with pleasure. He removes his finger and sucks on it while maintaining eye contact. He hums in approval. He dives back into your cunt and starts eating you out. Your hands immediately fly to his hair. He licks and sucks and pushes his tongue in and out of you and you moan uncontrollably loud. At your peripheral, you can see Kai unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. He releases his cock out of the offensive garment. You turn your head to him and beg, “Let me please suck you off.”

Kai smirks, “Oh you’re begging now? What happened to the bad girl a while ago?”

“I’m sorry for being naughty.” You suddenly know what to say to let him do what you want. “Daddy,” you purr. His eyes darken at that. Even Baekhyun pauses mid-lick as he hears you say Daddy so sexily.

Kai walks over to the side of the bed while pumping his shaft. When you are face to face with his cock, you lick its sides before fully taking him in your mouth. You hollow your cheeks and start sucking him off. Baekhyun takes this time to insert two fingers in your cunt without stopping his ministrations. You moan again, the vibrations you released made Kai shiver. Kai then grabs your hair and starts thrusting into your mouth. You choke on his cock multiple times but he doesn’t stop. You can feel tears threatening to fall in your eyes from his rough treatment, but you didn’t care. It made you even hornier.

You feel a familiar knot tightening when Baekhyun inserts one more finger into you. He feels your cunt tightening on his fingers and starts rubbing your clit. Without warning, you cum. Baekhyun licks the juices coming out of you. “Fuck, man. She tastes so good.”

Baekhyun starts stripping while Kai continues to assault your mouth. Without warning, he pushes himself into you. He doesn’t give you time to adjust. He slams into you.

Kai removes his cock out of your mouth when he was near, not wanting to cum just yet. He composes himself while watching Baekhyun roughly fuck you. You claw into his back, you couldn’t help yourself. You moan Baekhyun’s name so loudly which prompts him to go faster. When Kai notices you were making the face you made when you were about to come, he tells Baekhyun to stop. Baekhyun understands and removes himself out of you. You groan in frustration. You were so close!

“On all fours, kitten.” Kai orders.

You do as he says, afraid that he might not let you cum at all if you disobeyed him.

Kai spanks you on your bum. “You’ve been such a bad girl today, kitten. Don’t you think you need to be punished?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

“Count for me.”

He spanks you for fifteen times until he stops. You weren’t able to gather your bearings yet when he sheaths his cock into you. If Baekhyun was rough, Kai was brutal. Not to mention he was bigger and reached parts of you that Baekhyun didn’t. You feel yourself getting lost into this new sensation.

Baekhyun takes this time to shove his shaft into your mouth. You gladly accept. Both men were thrusting into you so quickly, desperate for their release. Baekhyun was the first to cum. He releases his load into your face. “Fuck.” He sighs. Both you and Kai released at the same time, moaning each other’s name as you came to a high.

You were tired from the activity that you collapsed into the bed as soon as you were finished. You couldn’t even find energy to wipe off Baekhyun’s cum on your face.

Kai abruptly stands to get a wet towel to clean you up. You smile at the sweet gesture. You doze off as soon as he finishes cleaning you up.

Baekhyun waits for Kai outside the room, dressed up already. When Kai exits the room half dressed, Baekhyun says, “That was fun. Let’s do that again.” He grins.

“No way. She’s mine. Find your own girl.” Kai glares.

“What’s up with you?” Baekhyun asks.

“What do you mean?”

“I can see you’re in love.” Baekhyun smirks.

“Me?”

“Yes, you dude.” He gives the younger male a knowing look before he turns around to walk out of Kai’s apartment.

Maybe I am, Kai thinks to himself.