#is it a mercy? to let it consume her slowly give them more time together or would it have been better if death wouldve came instantly | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

loki-laufeyson223 · 6 months

Text

A New Heir: Part 2

I'm finally posting the second piece to Loki and Persephone's new beginning! I'm so excited for yalls reactions!

Warnings: Labor, some cussing (idk lol), Loki being the absolute most and best, and tooth-rotting fluff!

Word Count: 1.5k+

“AHHHH!”, I scream in pain. “Darling? Are you alright? Where are you?”, my husband yells from the door, he had just arrived home when the contractions began. “In the bedroom.”, the words barely form from my breathlessness. Loki runs in, worry etched in his face. He picks me up and calls Heimdal and the bright lights of the Bifrost consume us.

When we land in Asgard, Thor is already at the entrance to the Rainbow Bridge with Loki’s horse, Sleipnir, so he could be the one to bring me to the palace because at the moment he trusted no one, not even his own brother. “Loki, it hurts so bad.” “I know dearest. We’re almost to the palace, from there the healers and I will do everything in our power to take all of your pain away.”, his voice was coated with worry.

We arrived at the palace and the very moment that Loki dismounts Sleipnir a sharp, searing pain jolts through my body. I fall to the ground before Loki can react. Thor arrives behind us and sees what's happening. “Brother, let me help.”. Thor grabs the things we brought from Midgard necessary for the birth and afterwards, while Loki picks me up and examines my body for any injuries. After he concludes I’m not hurt, we head inside.

Loki walks at a steady yet hurried pace, determined to make it to his chambers so he can relieve me of any pain. It hurts him to see me like this. “My son, is it time already?”, Frigga calls, meeting us at Loki’s chambers. “Yes mother. We need the healers immediately.” “Are you really going to let her give birth on your bed?” “Yes of course! She’s my wife and we have already decided on it because she wanted to have our child in a place more comfortable for her, not some random room that is cold and sterile.”

“Yes of course my son, I’m sorry for overstepping.” “No mother, I’m sorry. This is all quite stressful and it’s getting hard to handle. I’m just trying my best to keep it together for Persephone’s sake.” “It’s alright son, I understand.” “Thank you mother.”, Loki gives his mother a thankful smile and she returns his action with a hug given by all mothers to children in times of need. “LOKI!”, Thor calls to his brother from inside the room in front of the bed I’m lying on.

“It’s Persephone, she needs you and the healers. NOW!” Loki runs in to find me writhing on the bed gripping the sheets in pain. “Mother-” “I’ve already called the healers, Loki.” “Well where are they?” “Right here son. They’ve just arrived.” The healers rush in and take their places around the bed. They call Loki over to help with the pain lifting magic. Loki’s hand conjures a warm green glow and he spreads the glow over to the healer’s hands for them to add their own measure of power. A sheet of green is held above me and placed on my body. Loki and the healers leave the room to discuss what needs to happen next.

The healers say that Loki cannot be in the room due to the risks of what could happen and they don’t want him to be present. Loki protests and the healers brazenly stand their ground against him. “You will let me in that room with my wife and unborn child or so help me. I will kill you all slowly, intimately in every way you fear. Better yet, if you don’t let me in that room and anything happens to either of them you will never live it down. I will not grant you something as merciful as death, you will live with it for all eternity. You will be reminded that you let the prince’s wife and child die without him seeing them ever again. That will be your reputation for the rest of time until Ragnarok. Now, may I enter the room with my wife?” “Yes of course my liege.”, the healer said quietly and opened the door for him to enter.

Loki hurriedly made his way over to the bed and placed his hand on mine on top of my belly. “Hello my dear, are you alright? Has the pain subsided at all? Did the spell work?” “No, not really. I’ll be alright though. It's nothing I can’t handle.” “Oh those damn healers. Can’t do anything right. You know that they tried to keep me out of the room?” “The spell wasn’t the healers fault, it wasn’t anyone's fault. I think that it didn’t work because of the Frost Giant blood honestly or just the simple fact that the baby inherited some of your abilities.” “Yes, well that does make sense, doesn't it?”, he thinks about it staring off until his attention is turned back towards me when I say his name with a pain laced voice.

“What’s the matter my love?” “The baby.” “What?” “Get the healers. NOW!”, I yelled in frustration and pain, our son couldn’t wait any longer. Loki called the healers in the room and the one in command took her place to deliver our son. “Alright my lady you need to push on the count of three. One, two, three.” I push as hard as I can with all the strength I can muster due to the weakened state I’m in. I was pushing for less than ten minutes when the head nurse let me know that I only needed to push one more time until the baby was fully out. I closed my eyes as I pushed once more, feeling Loki tense up at my side. “You did great my lady.”, I hear the healer say and our baby’s cries fill the room and it’s music to our ears. It’s not long after I’m cradling him in my arms Loki and I are sobbing along with him. The healers give us a moment alone with our son before they return asking for a name. “Nafri Adrian Lokison”, my husband and I both answer in unison. “He’s perfect.”, Loki whispers in my ear from his place beside me on his bed. I nuzzle my head into his chest looking down at our son, who is a shade of cobalt blue. His beautiful ruby red eyes stare up into his fathers and mine. I’m thrilled he took after his father so much. The silence is broken when he begins to wail and I can’t get him to calm down. “Let me try something.”, Loki says calmly, taking Narfi into his arms gently as if he’ll break him. I look over and my husband is the same shade of blue as our son with the same ruby red eyes. The cool blue skin is etched with white marks that trail up his arms and neck following up to his face. In his Jotun form Loki holds our son and immediately calms him down. After a while, Loki returns to his pale, velvety skin and so does our son. Narfi begins to cry again and this time Loki hands him over to me. “I think he’s hungry now.”, he says, chuckling a little. I take our son into my arms and reach into the bag beside the bed where I already had bottles prepared, with some extra formula too just in case we were here in Asgard longer then we were already expecting. “Darling.” “Yes honey?” “I don’t think you can comprehend just how much I love you and our Narfi. You two are my world and I would do anything for you two.” “Oh Loki, honey. I don’t mean to steal your thunder but, you two, my dearest husband and son, I love you two so much and I don’t think I could continue living if anything happened to either of you.”, tears are running down my face at this point but they’re not tears of sadness but happiness. “Darling are you alright.”, he said through a cracked and rough voice. I could see tears slowly making their way down his cheeks. “Yes honey. I’m just fine.”, I look down to see that Narfi is no longer eating and is asleep so I pull him away gently and get up and walk across our room to the very extravagant crib, thanks to Frigga’s excitement over his arrival. I lay him down and slowly lay a blanket over his small body. I go to sit back down on the bed when Loki comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. He buries his nose into the nape of my neck and inhales deeply. My husband kisses my neck and whispers in my ear, “I love you so much darling. You are truly the strongest, most amazing, and incredible woman I know.” “I love you too, Loki and I can’t wait to continue living out this life with you.” “Well I’m glad to hear it. Since Narfi’s finally asleep, what do you think about getting some rest my dear?”, he suggests with a sweet and loving smile. “That sounds wonderful my darling husband.” We lay down together in the bed, Loki pulling me into his embrace and kissing the top of my head before resting his chin on it. “Goodnight my dove.” “Goodnight my prince.”

Taglist: @holdmytesseract @asher-england69 @glitterylokislut

#loki x reader #loki fluff #loki laufeyson #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #loki odinson

18 notes · View notes

hellsdogs · 7 months

Text

The sound of the camera, clicking, capturing, it echoes together with this hammer banging, wrecking inside his chest, inside his mind, under his skin, through his guts. Fever, Madness, Desire - it feeds his art the same way it feeds his damaged soul, igniting every single one of his senses. His eyes, they never blink, never look away, intense, dark, captiivated as his breath keeps on getting short, shorter, his lungs filled with nothing but her perfume, her scent, Her. ( @wellfell ) More. More of Her. This edible blood is cascading down her neck, a neck he watches through his lens - it is made of the purest, the rawest porcelain he just dreams to seize, devour, own, crush. He moves like a sculptor, devoted to the statue of her, to every single frame he takes of her : on that screen, she is his creation, his masterpiece. One knee down the bed, he is bent over her as she lays down, like immortalized on the canvas of these tainted, wrinkled, messy and ruined sheets, a ruby of erotic violence, she becomes the allegory of his darkest and deepest desires. The palm of his hand lands down the mattress, close to her head, careful. He is oh so careful not to touch her, not to damage her, his precious little fantasy. His breath is irregular when she does that : touching him, grabbing his arm to get him closer and she's moaning, arching her back for him to admire, to contemplate as if she visited every single one of these obsene dreams he has about her, only to give them to him, right here, right now. The camera clicks and clicks as he moves, hover over her to capture every single moment, every single moan. Fuck. Her moans, the only music he wishes to listen to for the rest of his pathetic littles days. He can feel the warmth emanating from her body, like a magnet, like a trap as the camera clicking closer and closer, his face now pressed against her temple. He closes his eyes, focusing on his own respiration, inhaling, exhaling as the frustration is so insufferable it almost hurts. He would kill, to be allowed to touch her, to ruin her, to take her whole, to be inside of her, for the blood to spread from her skin to his, for his mouth to taste her core, for his hunger to consume her in all the disgusting ways he wishes to. She knows, Oh she knows, this forbidden crave he only allows his dirty little camera to see.

"You're the prettiest thing I"ve ever seen." His voice is low, deep, his lips against her ear, he is Mad for her. Her hand seizing his electrifies him again. His eyes never leave her and she does just that : this time, it' his name she is moaning. Dear fucking God. Every single drop of saliva he swallows feels like blades, his fingers frozen on the button. She pushes him then, swattng his hand away, he actually looses balance and falls, on the low of his back out of bed, while she stands up above him. Pathetic little dog on the carpet he now is, well that's what he wants to be, that's what he makes of himself. It is Art, she Is Art, the Art that puts you down your knees, that makes you beg like you would to God. The balcony is just a few meters away, it only takes a few steps for them to reach the spot just like she demands. There is an unspoken rule between them, he never touches her, never unless she allows him to, asks him to. The cold of the balcony railing is pressed against her loins, the wind playing with the light fabric of her dress, revealing pieces of her. The night is dark and the city lights seem far away, and she is here, at his mercy, 10 floors above the ground. His fingers travel up her collarbones, slowly, like every single centimeter of skin they gain must be worshipped. Is he tainting her? By shivering when he's touching her like this, aroused. His long fingers reach her neck, steady, firm, the type of grip that does not pressure on her veins just yet, but the type of possessive grip that says he never ever wants to let her go. A step is made, closer, their bodies one against the other against that railing in a perfect silence only the wind fills, cold. His eyes are melting when he looks at her right here, right now, completely enamored of this vision of her. It's Adoration. He. Adores. Her. The camera is forgotten , hanging on his shoulder but not in his other hand no as this one crawls up her neck as well. A slow smile is now on his lips, matching these eyes of a deranged man who would kill himself for the object of desire she is. "You are my masterpiece. The epitome of my Art, the Beauty I want to dive in and die for." He rests his forehead against hers, closing his eyes like a prayer while his fingers tightens his grip around her neck, a pressure against her carotids, the type that can make one suffocate. "Akina, Akina... Oh God, Akina. Is this the only way I could ever have you all for myself? Tell me. Tell me I'm a pathetic piece of shit that disgusts you. Tell me you will never be mine, tell me I will never get to taste you, tell me you will never allow me to own you." His eyes are linked with hers now. There are hells in his dilated pupils, the ones she feeds, the she ones she exists in, both of their hair wipping in the breeze, the goosebumps rising on his skin, his demons awakening. "Tell me the only way you could be mine is... if I kill you."

#変 : 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐧. / interactions.#MMMMMM.#FUCK.#She is so hot I'm actually losing my mind and HE IS LOSING HIS TOO.#No but like #Like Dear God AKINA? Oof don't DO THIS THE MAN IS SICK.#Also yes as a reminder he's an erotomaniac HAHA BYE #変 : 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐧. / the artist.

2 notes · View notes

opalesense · 4 years

Text

you asked for it

kaeya & f!reader [NSFW]

4.2k words • ~30 min. read

summary: after a frustrating and touch starved week, kaeya catches you playing with yourself despite promising you wouldn’t while he was gone. needless to say, he is not happy.

warnings: sadist kaeya, lots of degradation, choking, bondage, spanking, belt whipping, facefucking

notes: i’m so embarrassed to post this because i’ve never written a full nsfw thing before hahahhddhdhd anyway i’m going to hell... also if you can spot canon voice lines i’ll give you a smooch

"I’M HOME, PRINCESS!"

Kaeya's alluring voice marked his distant presence outside the bedroom door. The sound of the front door closing behind him made me jump and snapped me out of my daydreaming state. I could hear him taking off his shoes and putting his bags down on the dining table, the sounds of his coat shuffling off his body and onto the coat rack making my thoughts race even faster.

He's home already? I thought he was coming home tomorrow!

"Our new recruits did so well in training that Jean let me off a day early. They don't need anything else from me for now," he said, as if he were reading the questions that bubbled in my head. "Can you believe it? I hardly ever get a break. I guess today is truly my lucky day."

Panic began to bubble in my stomach now as I heard his footsteps quickly advancing towards me, giving me no time to cover up the sticky situation I put myself in.

Literally, a sticky situation.

I had been spending the last half hour curing my loneliness in bed, using my hands to replace the pleasure I was missing so badly from Kaeya. His sudden return home made me curse under my breath. I was so close to a release too.

I quickly pulled my fingers away and sprung up from the bed, rushing to the dresser to find some clothes to throw on. But as soon as I pulled the nearest shirt over my head, the bedroom door creaked open, revealing the handsome figure standing and immediately pinning his eyes at me.

"Hi, Kaeya!" I turned and took a few steps towards him, immediately wrapping my arms around his torso and burying my head in his chest. He smelled like sweat and hard work. "Welcome home, sweetheart!"

"[Y/N]," Kaeya placed cold hands on my lower back to return the hug and gave me a sweet smile, "what were you doing just now, cutie?"

"I was just about to take a bath," I quickly lied and cupped his face with my dry hand to give him a peck on the cheek. "Care to join me?"

His expression suddenly changed from gentle and loving to unimpressed. He could see through my lie – I could tell. He was always so good at spotting my lies. His blank eyes pierced through mine, sending a shiver down my spine. Or maybe that was his hands slowly freezing up my skin with his vision, the annoyance easily seeping through his sharp stare.

"Are you sure, princess?" he reached to grab my other hand and lifted it up to his face, licking my wet fingers without breaking eye contact. He let out a deep growl at the taste, his eyes turning more dangerous by the second. Any hopes of me escaping this lie were completely gone now. "It doesn't seem like you were... 'just about to take a bath.'"

"Kaeya..." my body quivered at his strong grip on my hand, "Listen, I’m so sorry, I was just so lonely without you–"

His face inched closer to mine as he slowly walked both of us to the edge of the bed. "You couldn't wait for a week?" his sharp voice tickled my ears, "I specifically told you to wait for me, didn't I? You even promised me you would."

"Y-yes, I did promise," we stood at the foot of the bed, my naked hips desperately pressed into his. "I’m so sorry–"

"Yeah, you’re 'so sorry,'" he mocked me and rolled his eyes with a smirk. "You better be sorry, sweetheart. I missed you too, but at least I kept up my end of the promise and didn't touch myself while I was gone, unlike some slut I know," he hissed.

Suddenly, he wrapped his other hand around my neck and began applying pressure, pinning me down into the mattress. His clothed knee spread my legs open and pressed against my sensitive clit, driving more shivers up my spine and triggering a moan from my throat that only came out as a weak whimper. His face leaned down to mine to give me slow, gentle kisses. "My slut," he whispered between kisses, squeezing my throat harder, "I can’t believe I’m in love with a stupid disobedient bitch."

The insults only made my core light up with satisfaction. I closed my eyes and relaxed into his touch, forgetting about all the consequences I knew he would lay out for me in a few moments. I could tell he missed me just as much as I missed him with how gentle and loving his kisses were in contrast to his hand suffocating me. We kissed as if this was our last time ever seeing each other, as if the world was going to end in one minute. My heart thumped with excitement as the realization that he was finally back home began to settle in.

He released my poor throat and instead ran his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp and deepening the kiss. His lips began moving with a purpose, groans escaping and movements getting more and more desperate. "[Y/N]," he muttered into my own lips, "I missed you so much, princess. You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this."

He slowly separated his face from mine and nuzzled his head into my neck, biting and suckling my already bruised skin from all the other love marks he had given me last week as a memento before he left. "I’m not going easy on you after this, sweetheart. Savor my mercy while it lasts."

I grew restless after a few minutes of him licking and nibbling at my neck and started to grind my hips on his knee, wanting some kind of advancement in this hazy evening. He took notice of this and paused his kisses, lifting his eyes to meet mine. I pleaded for more action with a pout, to which he replied by removing his knee and instead tucking his thighs below mine with my legs pinned at his sides. I let out a shaky exhale at the realization that his bulge was mere inches away from my holes.

"What's the hurry, princess?" he leaned down to run his hands up my sides, dragging my loosely fitted shirt along with him. "Is there something you're waiting for?"

He pulled the shirt up enough to expose my anticipating breasts, perked with excitement at his chilled fingers. I gasped at the bite of the cold air he was manifesting. "Kaeya, please..."

“Please what?" he traced a finger on the underside of my breasts and planted more kisses across my collarbone, "Use your words, baby.”

"Stop teasing me, please," I begged with shame, "You know I want you... I need you inside of me..."

He hummed as if he were processing my answer. Instead of using his own words, he responded by completely pulling the shirt off of me and twisting it into a long strip. He grabbed both of my hands and pinned them above my head, purposefully pressing his bulge against my aching hole. He hesitated to look down at me, his eyes becoming consumed with pure lust.

"Final warning, [Y/N]. Do you want to do this now?" Any remaining gentleness seemed to slowly spill out of his voice as he made it apparent he was asking for my consent. My core lit up once more knowing we were just getting started.

I trembled with a mixture of excitement and fear, not knowing what he had under his sleeve tonight after the touch deprived days that broke our usually consistent sex streak. We were two lovers in desperate need of pleasure. "I need to be fucked senseless," my voice shakily begged, "I need to be covered in your cum by sunrise, sir."

He raised his eyebrows at the vulgar language that spewed out of my mouth, knowing how uncharacteristic it was for me to beg before we've begun. Judging by the evil smirk that formed on his face, those two simple sentences were enough to send him over the edge and into complete darkness. An evil chuckle escaped his lips. The glint in his eyes that was once loving and sweet became borderline malicious within seconds.

"Safeword?" he breathily muttered with a grin.

"Diluc," I sarcastically sneered at him, knowing how much he hated when I used his brother's name as a safeword, even if it was just a joke. His hand quickly struck me across the face, catching me by surprise. The sting made my eyes swell with small tears.

"Fucking brat, always messing around with me," he chuckled. "But you know, I could always arrange something for the three of us–"

"Kaeya!" I interrupted him and he laughed at my flustered face. We had been joking about a threesome for quite some time now. At least... I was joking about it. Maybe he seriously meant it.

He guided his hands to make me sit up then pinned my arms behind my back. "It’s just a suggestion," he grinned at the thought while tying my wrists together with my own shirt. "Oh, to see my little princess squirm with both her holes pounded crying with pleasure and pain... That would be quite the sight indeed, don't you think?"

“Please shut up,” I giggled, bucking my hips into his for an ounce of stimulation. He tightened the fabric around my wrists and tugged at it a few times to make sure it stayed in place. He gently laid me down again, enjoying the sight of my naked body fully exposed to him.

"Now for the fun part," he smiled.

He sat up to take his own shirt off and set it aside. My eyes widened at the sight of his toned torso, my mouth practically drooling as my gaze traced his muscular abdomen. His delectable skin glistened in the light of the fading sunset and I couldn't help but stare at his beautiful body. To my dismay, my staring was interrupted by his shirt being placed over my eyes as he blindfolded me, pausing the fantasies in my head that came with that delicious sight.

I felt Kaeya’s hands turn my vulnerable body so my chest pressed against the bed, my back arching to greet his face with my holes. He snickered at the sight of me being drenched as a result of him teasing me for the past ten or so minutes with kisses and cold fingers. All I could feel was his chilled breath tormenting my wetness and a hand caressing my inner thigh. "Seems like you're so eager to be touched despite ruining yourself with your own fingers.”

"Y-yes," I whimpered as one finger outlined my entrance, making me gasp. "More..."

He suddenly slapped my ass with his other hand, earning a yelp from my throat. "I’ll think about it after I punish you, cunt. Don't think I have forgotten about that."

He got off the bed to stand up and pulled my body closer to the edge of the mattress. "Now, count to fifty."

I hesitated. "Fifty? What do you mean–"

"Do I seriously need to repeat myself for your dumb whore brain?" he responded slowly and sternly as if he were spelling it out for me. "Count to fifty now before I leave you here and drink at the tavern tonight instead. You wouldn’t want to waste an opportunity to get fucked stupid by my fat cock tonight, would you?"

I paused again thinking about why he'd want me to count in this situation before shyly starting. "One–"

SLAP!

"Fuck!" I instinctively buried my face into the sheets as his hand stung my ass. That hurt way more than it should. That's why he wants me to count?

"If I hear anything out of that mouth other than numbers I will not hesitate to leave you here. No cursing, no gasping, no moaning. Do you understand? Now pull yourself together and count. Start from one again."

I quivered at the thought of him leaving me here after already being separated for a week. I suppose the pain I’ll soon endure is my punishment, after all. So with no hesitation, I obeyed what he told me to do.

"One..."

SLAP!

“T-two...!"

SLAP!

It hurt so bad and it had barely begun. “Three..."

SLAP!

“Pick up the pace, my little painslut. You can handle it."

"Four..."

SLAP!

“Five..."

SLAP!

"You're doing so well, princess."

Soon enough, we were nearing the end. I truly underestimated Kaeya's strength with each smack. Sometimes I forget that he's a Knight of Favonius, that he has a vision, and that he trains nearly every day to maintain his strength. His blows were hellish now in comparison to the first few counts, which were extremely gentle in hindsight. And he never hesitated with each slap, as if he wanted to do this to me for a long time.

“Forty eight..." I was a teary eyed mess at this point, trembling at the pain that stung like a million needles.

SLAP!

“Forty nine..." I whimpered, thinking about how i got myself into this situation, never being punished by him like this before.

SLAP!

“F-Fifty!"

SLAP!

I sobbed at the aching pain while he simply chuckled. He sat next to me and sighed contently. "How do you feel, princess?"

"P-please stop... no more..." I muttered incoherently as the pain didn't seem to fizz away.

"You have a safeword you know. But it would be a shame to stop now when we’ve only just begun," he caressed my bruised skin with care, making me flinch instinctively. I gulped.

No. I'm not going to stop here.

"Tell me how you feel, my love. Don't be shy."

I paused, struggling to come up with the right words when all my brain could focus on was the excruciating soreness. "I-it hurts s-so much..."

"I know, baby. But that's what you get for disobeying me. You’ve learned your lesson, I hope?"

"Yes, I-I've learned my lesson, sir," I breathily cried, "I w-won't ever do it again..."

Suddenly I felt his thumb caress my wetness, eliciting a gasp from my throat. "Oh? But it seems like you actually really enjoyed that," he played with my aching folds as I stifled my moans, not sure if I was allowed to make noise. "Well, princess... that's not what a punishment is for, don't you think?"

He pulled away his hand as he stood up which made me whine at the loss of touch. I heard him undo his belt, but once it was off, I didn't hear him unzip his pants like I had hoped for. Instead, I felt a leather strip gently trail down my thigh.

"Your skin isn't that pretty shade of purple I was hoping for either. In fact, if I had to take a guess, I would say it's red from pleasure instead of pain."

"Wait, Kaeya! No, please, it really does hurt...!" I weakly muttered as the realization settled in when he gently tapped my skin with the looped leather.

"I don't think you realize how long I've waited for a moment like this, baby," his gravely whisper struck a genuine fear into my stomach, "A moment when you'd slip up so I'd have an excuse to make you quiver in pain. You've been such a good girl for so long that I've never had a moment where I can make you beg for my forgiveness. Which, as a matter of fact, there hasn't been a single moment so far where you've begged. I assume you haven't actually learned your lesson yet."

He brought his hand up to prepare for a blow. "I'm going to brand you. I'm going to make your skin raw until I feel tired. And I can last all night and all day, baby. You know that."

He whipped the belt down to meet my thigh, creating a new kind of pain that made me cry out in desperation. This was a new side of Kaeya that I have never seen before. A new darkness had consumed him so suddenly that I sat on the fence of being terrified and being turned on at the same time.

And this was still only the beginning.

"Convince me to forgive you or bleed. Your choice."

He immediately whipped me at a quick, consistent rhythm, paying more attention to my thighs in addition to my already bruised ass. At times the belt would land on my holes, which made me twitch with excitement and agony at the same time. This isn’t like him. Why is he doing this to me?

"K-Kaeya, please stop!" I moaned out after a few hits, "P-please stop, I'm begging you!"

“Try again, slut."

More hits landed with sharp hisses sizzling off of my skin. "K-Kaeya, I'm so sorry! P-please forgive me–"

“I don't even know what you're apologizing for," he interrupted with that damned teasing tone of his, "Could you remind me again?"

The blows got stronger, more urgent and unforgiving, hitting any inch of exposed skin even if it was already raw. "I-I'm so sorry for disobeying you... I'm sorry for t-touching myself without your permission...! P-please stop, I just want you inside of me–"

He paused the hits to emphasize his words, which were muttered through gritted teeth. "I don't give a single fuck about what you want, whore. You’re just a toy for my amusement and somehow you still managed to fuck up."

He quickly resumed the stings. "I'll be a g-good girl from now on! P-please... Please just forgive me! K-Kaeya!" my voice slowly raised in volume in cries for the pain to stop.

"Dumb whore. It’s funny that you think I believe you."

“Y-yes, I’m a dumb whore!" I scrambled for words and just copied his. There was no use in begging anymore. A part of me hoped I would be beat to unconsciousness under him just to relieve myself of this pain momentarily.

He let out a groan and a low maniacal laughter, "Seeing your veins under my belt makes my cock twitch, princess. I'm not sure if I want to stop, even if you kept asking me to."

I couldn't take it anymore. The pain hurt so bad but as fucked up as it was, I was still so unbelievably aroused by him. The thought of him getting so aroused by me pulled out some kind of satisfaction within, despite the borderline torture I was experiencing. Maybe he was so comfortable with hitting me because he saw my body as just another criminal to interrogate and punish. Maybe he was releasing pent up frustration on me. Why is all of this so arousing?

I felt my core light up as my thighs squeezed together. For a moment, I forgot about the pain and a wave of pleasure washed over my body, sending twitches through the nerves in my legs. "K-Kaeya, actually p-please stop, I think I'm gonna c-cum...!"

He disappointedly cursed under his breath and let me feel one last blow for good measure before letting go of his grip on the belt and tossing it onto the bed. “Fine. That’s enough for now.”

He climbed over my curled up body so his bulge pressed against my tied hands near my tailbone, my head trapped between his hands on the mattress. He stayed hovering over me, slowly panting.

"I don't have enough words to describe how much you're turning me on right now," Kaeya began to slowly whisper. I could feel how hard he was by how he nestled himself into my tied hands. "Your body shaking under mine, shaking in pain and pleasure... And to think you were going to cum by my belt alone... You really are a slut, [Y/N]."

"K-Kaeya, I'm your slut... and I need your cock in me now," I weakly interrupted him, "I n-need to be fucked... right now, please, I'm begging you..."

He stayed there for a moment, taking in the sight of my helplessness before standing up at the edge of the bed again. He guided my shaking torso up to finally flip me on my back, pulling me closer so my head hung over the edge. My lower half felt so relieved to finally make contact with the soft sheets, which were slightly damp from sweat and possibly my own wetness. I felt him wrap the belt around my neck, letting the loop gently tighten around my throat as he tugged. I couldn't help but be reminded that he could kill me here if he really wanted to. I was completely surrendered to him.

I heard him finally take off his pants with the other leg, the scent of his sweaty skin tickling my nose. I have never longed to get this stupid blindfold off and lay my eyes on his figure already. It had been so long since we’ve seen each other and now that he’s here I couldn’t even fully appreciate the sight of him. Nevertheless, I felt the shadow of his cock drape over my face and let out an exhale before he tugged the belt to catch my attention.

“Don't make me tell you what to do."

I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out eagerly which earned a chuckle from him. He slowly pressed the tip of his cock into my awaiting throat, groaning loudly in the process. he was surprisingly gentle about making sure I wouldn't choke immediately. "F-fuck yes, [Y/N]... taking all of it in like a good slut..."

As soon as his long member hit the back of my throat, he tugged the belt tightly and groaned deeper. My throat spasmed at the suffocating sensation which he responded to by pulling tighter. I tried my best to relax. "Behave," he reminded me.

He began fucking my throat with no mercy, gradually quickening his pace but never pulling out or pausing to let me catch my breath. He had trained my throat over the past few months for this, but the belt added a whole other level of difficulty and torment. The muscles of my throat tightening around him more than usual made him breathlessly curse and praise me. "Such a good slut... My whore is doing so well taking my big cock...”

He eventually let go of the belt to place both of his hands on either side of my face and fuck my mouth senselessly, ignoring my sputtering and cries for help at the suffocation. It felt like I was drowning, but all I could think about was how good it felt to pleasure him, to hear his grunts and sighs of relief. His praises were consistent, a stark contrast to the way he degraded and pummeled me into the ground like a prisoner. Before I nearly passed out at the cut off oxygen, all his pent up frustration over the past week suddenly flooded my throat as his warm fluid was dumped into my mouth, deep groans and heavy breaths filling up the room. His breath stuttered as I swallowed each pump of cum he fed me with hazy eyes, somehow enjoying this moment despite suffocating as he used his thumb to caress my face. Kaeya placed a hand on the bed and pulled his hips away from my hanging head, leaning over my body and keeping only the tip of his cock inside my mouth. I coughed and sputtered for a moment before pulling myself together to swirl my tongue over his tip, inciting a few twitches and extra drops of cum as a reward. Tears and saliva painted my face, but at last, I finally caught a moment to breathe.

"Keep licking and I might immediately cum again," Kaeya chuckled, cooling down from the heat of the moment.

"I wouldn't complain," I playfully responded, letting out small coughs to clear my throat.

"I suppose that's enough punishment for today," he gently lifted my head back up on the bed to provide better airflow. He untied the blindfold off of my face so I could finally see him again.

"Hi, handsome," I grinned, saliva dripping down my cheeks and into my hair. He ran his fingers through my hair and began massaging my scalp.

"God... you are so inexplicably beautiful right now," he whispered desperately. He began slowly stroking his cock in front of my face and deepened the massage, a proud yet cunning grin stretching across his face. "But you'd look even more beautiful with my cum dripping out of your cunt, don’t you agree?"

I moaned out his name and slowly lifted my knees up to my chest, teasingly using my hands to pull my thighs apart as an invitation. My eyes stayed locked with his. "Punishment's over, right?"

He silently agreed, releasing his cock from his grip and taking another moment to catch his breath. I watched him with pure lust in my eyes as he positioned himself at the crevice of the pillows in front of me then pulled my body forward to sit in his lap. His sensitive cock twitched as the tip of his shaft kissed my dripping hole, aching to rearrange my insides. He used one hand to pull himself down and shower my shoulder with bites and kisses, the other hand reaching down to massage my wet cunt, preparing for the night ahead.

"My beautiful, stunning slut..." he growled into my ear between kisses, "I can't wait to see you completely destroyed by sunrise. You asked for it, after all."

#kaeya #kaeya x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact smut #mine #bang #genshin impact x reader

1K notes · View notes

nastybuckybarnes · 3 years

Text

Hoist The Colours - 3/3

Pairing: Pirate!Bucky X SeaGoddess!Reader

Summary: An encounter with the man you used to love lands you and your new crew in peril, stuck on a ship with the people responsible for binding you. And what they have planned for you is far worse than what you’d first imagined.

Warnings: Language, Angst, Fluff, Violence, Injuries, Death,

Word Count: 2.2K

A/n: Oof another thing is finished. I’m gonna start actually finishing stuff but Idk what to write I’m sad that my stuff is ending :( But I hope you enjoy this!

~*~

The door to your cell gets wrenched open, pulling you from your light sleep.

“You!” Rumlow snarls, grabbing you by the throat and lifting you to your feet.

“Where have they taken my prisoners?” You furrow your brows, yanking out of his grip.

“How am I supposed to know? I was left behind.” He grinds his teeth together and grabs your bicep, dragging you out of your cell and onto the main deck.

The clouds are dark and gloomy, the waters wild and violent, but not by your doing.

“You must’ve helped them, that other witch too! So tell me, how did you do it?” He shoves you and you gasp, tumbling onto the wet wood of the deck.

“How could I have helped them? You have me chained up like a dog!” You spit, glaring up at him. He stoops down to your level, grabbing your face harshly.

“You will watch your tongue or you will lose it. You do not need your voice to do my bidding.” He shoves you back down and you bite back a yelp of pain.

The sky darkens further, thunder booming and clouds rolling in.

“I will never do your bidding!” You snarl, a flash of lightning punctuating your words.

Rumlow’s eyes widen for a moment, and then he’s got his sword pointed at you, the tip just brushing your throat.

“On your feet, witch!” You obey, standing up with your chin held high.

“You will do my bidding, or you will join all those who you have sent to the depths. It is your choice.” You follow his gaze over your shoulder to where the plank is being extended over the raging ocean.

You look back at him, jaw set, and he knows you’ve made your decision.

The wind whips around your hair as he walks you to the plank, his sword digging into your back just hard enough to cause discomfort, but not pain, not yet.

You carefully step onto the plank, taking deep breaths of the salty air as the water rages beneath you.

“I will give you one last chance, wench. I will spare your life, all you need do is swear your powers to me. You’ll have the sea back in your grasp, the power to do what you please. You need only do so at my side.”

Raindrops splatter against your face, just gently at first, until you’re consumed in an intense storm, the water pelting down against you.

“You’ve forgotten, Captain, that you are not sending me to the depths,” you look over your shoulder at him with a small smile, “you are sending me home.”

You look down at the water, preparing yourself for the cool embrace, when a particularly harsh wave rocks against the ship, sending you stumbling back a step.

A wave rises up over the ship, a spiral of green swirling inside of it and for a moment you think that you’ve already died.

The wave crashes against the ship, sending the men falling and scrambling, submerging the deck for a moment.

But you stay rooted in place, the familiar green hue just touching your fingertips, the ends of your hair, then slowly becoming part of you once more.

You hear the men shouting and coughing, feel Rumlow’s sword pressed against your back once again, but you only turn around to face him.

The storm continues, the waves fighting the ship, and you cock your head to the side, sending a gust of wind towards the man threatening you. He stumbles back, eyes wide with fear.

“H-how do you...” You take slow steps towards him, waving your hand behind you as his crew-mates try to run at you. The wind pushes them back, keeping them a safe distance from you and the captain.

“You will give me answers and you will give them to me now!” You hiss, glaring daggers at him.

“Whatever it is that you wish to know, I will tell you. Just please, spare my life.”

You watch him for a long moment, fighting tears as the question bubbles out of you.

“Why? Why did he do it?”

Rumlow only shakes his head, on his knees and ready to beg for mercy.

“’twas me... I caused him to do it. With the help of a siren for the price of his left arm, I got the binding spell from him. He knew not what he was doing, though he gave the information.” You let out a shaky breath, a weight lifted off of your shoulders.

“All this time I had thought it was he who betrayed me... but it wasn’t.” You turn your gaze to him, eyes glowing green with the influx of power.

“It was you. You and your greed.” He shakes his head and scrambles back desperately.

You step aside as a sword comes down right where you were standing, and Rumlow uses your momentary distraction to sprint away.

“Kill her! Kill the Witch!” He shouts, grabbing his own sword.

You shake your head, the wind whipping strong enough to keep them away.

A nagging in your mind stops you for a moment, and a smile tugs at the corner of your lips.

“The King and his men stole the queen from her bed... and bound her in her bones.” Your voice travels on the wind.

“The seas be ours, and by the powers, where we will, we’ll roam.”

“Captain! We’ve got a ship coming up starboard!” A man shouts, pointing his sword at the familiar ship.

“They’re upon us! Battle stations!” The men scramble to their stations, trying to get prepared as the ship approaches.

“Yo ho, all hands, hoist the colours high. Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die.” The voices ring out to you clear as day, responding to the call.

It’s only a matter of moments before canons start firing and men start boarding the ship, swords clashing and guns firing.

Your eyes scan the crowd, freezing on a man approaching you. You simply look at him and he crumples to the ground, grabbing at his throat.

“Rumlow!” You shout, following your instincts up to the foredeck and finding the captain cowering, exactly how you thought he would.

“You want to throw me overboard, captain?” You sneer his title, taking another step towards him. He stumbles back, slipping on the wet wood and scrambling away from you and towards the main deck.

“You forget that I am the sea and all things in it.”

The rain pelts down on you and the wind whips your hair around your face wildly, your eyes glowing green with the force of your power.

At that moment, you look every bit the sea goddess that the stories described. And today, you’re planning on being just as cruel.

“You stripped me of my purpose, my power. Bound me to my form and took away my reason for existence! You sacrificed the man I love for your own greedy gain. What do you have to say for yourself?” Your powers protect you from the fighting around you, the man before you protected as well.

No one will take your vengeance from you.

“I’m sorry!” He cries, slipping back further.

You shake your head and grab him by the front of his tunic, tossing his sword aside and glaring into his eyes.

“No, you’re not. Not yet. But you will be, that I promise you.”

You cock your head to the side, your free hand coming up, fingers flexed.

The water on the deck swirls around your ankles, clawing up the man before you.

“You’ve never had your purpose taken from you because a man like you has no purpose.” You twist your wrist, controlling the water around you and watch in satisfaction as his eyes widen, the water rising up over his face.

“So what else can I take, but your life?” You ask rhetorically, watching as the water trickles into his mouth and nose, slowly at first, then picking up speed.

He tries to claw at you, but his hands can’t reach you. His struggles are futile, though that doesn’t stop him.

You steal the life away from him, exactly the way he did to you.

He collapses on the ground, his body convulsing for a moment before falling still, death embracing him.

You take a deep breath, embracing your freedom, then slowly turn around.

You’re instantly meet with piercing blue eyes staring at you from across the ship. His chest is heaving and he’s squinting through the downpour, but his eyes are on you.

You walk over to him, the rain lessening with each step you take until you’re right in front of him.

The wind dies down and the ocean becomes calm. The fighting around you draws to a sombre end, victory on the tip of your tongue.

His sword clatters to the ground, his hands finding yours ever so gently, his eyes filled with so many emotions.

“Gentlemen, the ship is ours!” Steve shouts, a smile on his face. You turn around, pulling Bucky’s arms around your waist as you watch the crew celebrate their success.

Your eyes find Wanda’s and Tony’s through the crowd, both of them smiling brightly up at you.

The two crews celebrate, Pirates and Kingsmen, and you can’t help but smile at them.

“Back to the ship! We’ve gotten what we came for. The King can enjoy plundering Rumlow’s ship. I trust that will keep him off of our back for a while, yes?” Steve looks at Tony pointedly and the brunet nods.

You step out of your lover’s arms and walk down to the two men, one hand gently finding Tony’s forearm.

“I owe you a debt, Tony. One I fear I may never be able to repay.” He shakes his head, taking your hands gently in his and smiling at you.

“You’ve no debt to be paid. But if you feel so inclined, could you maybe hold back any storms for the next day or so? I’d like a chance to dry my clothes.” You giggle and nod, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you, for all that you’ve done for myself and Wanda.” He gives you a tender smile and nods.

“It’s what I wish had been done for my mother.” He sniffles then straightens up.

“Now come on, men. It’s time we return to the King!” His crew-mates start busying themselves quickly.

“Alright lads, back to the ship!” Steve calls, leading his own crew members to their ship.

You watch as everyone eagerly crosses, smiling encouragingly at Wanda. She crosses swiftly, her eyes drawing to the helmsman for a moment.

“Are you ready?” A soft voice asks from behind you. You take a breath then nod, looking over at him.

“Yes.”

The two of you cross back to his ship, the ship almost cooing at you as soon as your feet hit the deck. You can’t fight the smile the spreads on your face at being back, and you don’t try to.

“It’s good to have you back,” Steve says, giving you a nod. You do the same, sighing happily.

“It’s good to be back, Steve.” Bucky takes your hand then and tugs you gently towards his quarters.

The door closes softly behind you and you take a moment to reacquaint yourself with the room.

You can feel his eyes on you, the tension palpable but not unpleasant.

Without looking at him, you speak.

“Could you help me out of my gown? It’s far too heavy.” He walks towards you, untying the back and watching as the fabric slides down your body, leaving you only in your white slip.

His hands hesitantly trail over your skin, one cold and one hot and the contrast is so delicious.

You close your eyes and lean into his touch, head falling to the side as he presses soft kisses to your neck.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you, my love,” he whispers against your skin, spinning you around to face him.

You gaze up at him lovingly, one hand coming up to cup his jaw.

“Show me,” you whisper, leaning up to gently brush your lips over his.

“Show me how much you missed me. Give me a reason to clear the skies and calm the seas. Make me give us good wind and easy sail. Prove to me that you’re still worthy of my mercy.”

He brings your hand to his mouth, kissing each one of your fingers then smiling.

“I’ll never truly be worthy of your mercy. But I am more than willing to both swear and prove my loyalty to you. I will give myself over to you; body, heart, mind, and soul.”

You look up at him tenderly, cupping his cheek gently.

“I will sail to the ends of the Earth for you, fight the gods if I need to. Anything to keep you in my arms.”

“My heart belongs to you, James. And never will it belong to anyone else.”

#pirate #pirate AU #pirate!bucky #pirate!bucky x reader #Pirate!bucky x sea goddess!reader #bucky x sea!goddess!reader #pirate!bucky x goddess!reader #bucky x goddess!reader #pirate!bucky x seagoddess!reader

215 notes · View notes

imaslutforremusandsirius · 4 years

Note

please please please really rough mean dom george smut please like put in all the kinks you like writing im begging pls 😁😁🤘🏼

His little masterpiece

Since when do I have so many kinks like miss girl-😭🤚🏽 made the warning extra big

I love you for this request, now I can be hardcore without feeling weird

Warning: 18+

---

George is a quiet and watchful person, even if many think he’s the copy of his loud and comedic twin Fred. You first noticed that side of him when he asked for your permission to tie you up in bed. From then on he had more requests, he’s mean, spits on you, hits you and fucks you until you can’t cum anymore. But George doesn’t do that because he wants to punish you, no, he just can’t help the sick and twisted urges when he’s in your presence. The moment he sees your pretty face he just wants to consume you, corrupt you.

„Look at you, so helpless“ George chuckles lowly „I could let anyone in to fuck you and you can‘t do shit. You like that? Is that why you’re clenching your slutty cunt?“

You were tied up, the rough rope digging into the skin of your wrists. George separated your legs with a spreader bar, so you were completely at his mercy. He was sitting on your belly, keeping the weight on his knees as he shoved his wand in and out of you, the long wood hitting your sweet spot with full force.

“Oh right, you can’t talk. Here” he took the gag out of your mouth “now speak, whore.”

“Anything you want” you gasped “I’d do anything for you!”

George smirked, cooeing at you. “I know and even if you resisted, I wouldn’t care.” He leaned in until your lips rubbed together with every word. “I’d still tie you up and fuck you without asking.”

You cried out when the wand started to vibrate against your sweet spot and bucked under him.

„Take it whore.“

You trembled. “George, gonna cum gonna-”

He ripped the wand out, slapping you hard. Once. Twice. You sobbed with the pain and he released you from the restrains to push you on the floor. Holding you down with his foot on your chest, he sneered.

„You should know by now that I don‘t fucking care about your tears!“

He sat down on your chest, pinning your hands above your hand with one of his and shoved his cock in your mouth.

“Since you wanna act like a baby I’ll make you suck my cock. You stupid baby, only here to do as I say. Do you hear me?”

You whimpered and tried to answer, your words coming out muffled as spit escaped the side of your mouth.

„Use your words don’t just fucking whine“

“Yes George, m’your stupid baby.”

He smiled happily. “That’s right, you’re my stupid slut.”

He shoved his cock back inside of your mouth, moaning loudly when you sucked him. He moved his hips, the way your face flushed with the lack of air made him go faster. His cock was so far down your throat that you gagged, your nails digging into his hands.

„Shut up and suck.“

You screamed when you couldn’t breathe and he leaned back, pulling out enough for you to take a deep breath before he fucked your face, his balls slapping against your chin with every thrust.

„Ah ah fuck yes“ George threw his head back as he came with a shout, moaning when you choked as you tried to swallow everything. „Drink my cum, there we go..“

He stood up after and you caughed, spilling some of his cum on the floor.

„Filthy slut, you‘re dripping all over the floor.“

He forced your head down and you stuck your tongue out, licking the cum off the floor.

„Good slut, clean up your mess.“

He tugged your head back. „Keep your mouth open.“

Scooping up the cum from your chin he pushed it into your mouth, fingers going far down your throat and you choked, eyes watering. He smiled, biting his slip as he watched you cry but keep your mouth open to please him.

„Good slut, you like my cum?“

You nodded, mouth closing around his fingers as you blinked up at him, sucking them lightly. He groaned taking them out and licked at his own fingers and you nearly came at the filthy sight. His eyes twinkled with lust and mirth.

“You look so pretty on the ground baby, just where you belong, but I have something else planned.”

You sat silently in a trance like state as you waited for further instructions. He straightened up again, pulling a chair infront of the mirror.

„Sit with your legs spread. Let me show you what I see when I make my slut cum.“

You sat down, spreading your legs and truly saw yourself for the first time. God, the sight was so lewd it would make even the kinkiest of the bunch blush and shy away. Your cunt was glistening with your slick, clit swollen and your hole stretched with him fucking you with his wand. Your tits had bite marks all over, lipstick and mascara smeared on your face. You could see Georges dry cum on your throat and chin.

He must have seen you check yourself out and grinned at your dazed expression.

„So pretty aren‘t you“ he murmured „so fucked out. And yet I‘m not done with you.“

He put his wand in your hand. „Put it in as deep as you can.“

Your hands trembled as you pushed the wood in, toes curling when it hit your spot and you took your hands away. The moment you looked up your cheeks flushed and you turned away. Georges brows furrowed and he let out a displeased tut, grabbing your hair tight and forced you to look at yourself.

„Look at yourself baby. See, this is why I‘m so obsessed with you.“ he grinned „Your pretty pussy with my wand? It‘s perfect. You‘re my little masterpiece.“ He was talking about you like your were his greatest creation.

George snapped his fingers and the wand came to life with full force, vibrating against your sweet spot and clit at the same time. You held the sides if the seat, completely blissed out by the reflection in the mirror. George was standing on your left, one hand still in your hair and the other tugged at his cock lazily as he watched you get fucked.

„George“ you gasped, feeling your first orgasm of the night approaching „I‘m gonna cum, please let me!“

He made a thoughtful sound and crouched next to you, hand in your hair forcing you to look into his eyes.

„Did you think I‘d let you cum? Aw, baby.“

You sobbed, one hand gripping his cheek as your pleaded.

„Please“ you cried „please! Anything ah-“

He started to move the wand inside of you without touching it, eyes still trained on yours as he watched your face with utter fascination. A breathless smile adorned his pink lips, pupils dilated.

„Beg louder.“

„Please“ you begged louder, voice breaking.

„What? I can‘t fucking hear you!“ George mocked you, his own voice raising.

„Please George, please!“

„Louder, whore!“

„Ah“ you wailed „Please! Pleaseplease-“

He kissed you deeply and leaned his head on yours, watching you both in the mirror.

„Yeah you gonna cum? Is my baby gonna cum? Yeah? Cum then.“

Your mouth fell open in a silent scream and you convulsed on the chair, wand still deep inside of your cunt.

„Too much! Out, please ah!“

He chuckled taking the wand out and threw it on the floor, kissing the side of your face, not tenderly but possessively.

His hand trailed down your belly towards your pussy, spreading it open to show you your release.

„This is what you look like after I fuck you babygirl.“ he murmured against the skin of your shoulder. „A perfect fucking masterpiece.“

You turned your head to him and he stared at you, taking in your face. An obssessive glint was in his eyes and you knew then and there that George would never let you go. He was in too deep.

„Want your cum in my cunt“ you whispered, giving him a coy smile.

He let out a quiet chuckle. „Insatiable huh? Just like her master.“ You let out a shaky breath at his words, slipping into subspace.

„Present yourself.“

You stood up and knelt on the bed, spreading your knees wide apart. One side of your face was pressed against the matress and you arched your back as low as you could.

He came up behind you, nibbling at the flesh of your thighs, moving his face to your cunt. Flattening his tongue he licked a broad stripe and your legs shook with oversenitivity.

Gathering saliva in his mouth he spit on your hole, for the sole purpose of humiliating you.

„You even let me spit on you. How pathetic.“

Dragging his cock up and down he pushed in slowly, letting you stretch around him. Once he was fully inside he pulled out only to pound you so hard you lost your balance and he had to keep you pressed against him by your shoulders.

„Can‘t even take my cock after begging for my cum? Fucking slut.“

You screamed out when another orgasm approached and pushed back against him. You were clenching so hard that he had trouble moving, groaning with his deep voice.

„Fuck yes take my cum-“ George hissed before he interrupted himself with a loud moan, burrying himself inside of you. You came as well when you felt his hot cum leak out of your cunt and your legs collapsed under your body.

Moments later he pulled out slowly and groaned with satisfaction as he spread your legs to look at you.

„So beautiful.“ he moaned, dipping a finger in and you whimpered. „So fucked out. Your sloppy pussy is full of my cum, just as it always should be.“

He turned you around to smear the cum on your lips and kissed you hard, licking it off. Pulling away his eyes watched you lick your lips.

He smiled possessively. „My little masterpiece.“

#george weasley smut #dark!fic #dark!george #dark!george weasley

521 notes · View notes

bloodycassian · 3 years

Text

SHADOW V SHADOW - reader x Azriel PROMPT - I have a request. Can you make one where azriel's partner is kidnapped and tortured by people from the court of nightmares? then he gets desperate, but finally manages to find her, he arrives pissed off at the place and at the end of everything is right please?.

Rhys knew Azriel would never forgive him if he denied this request. His brother was practically vibrating with rage when he returned from Rask. His search for you took him to any whisper of a lead he could find. Without another option, he requested - more of a demand but Rhys could see why- to pay Kier a visit. Rhys gave Kier the courtesy of a day of preparation. Azriel dressed in his darkest armor, and didn't hide the way his siphons glowed bright in the throne room. Rhys quieted the gathering with a hand, and Az let his shadows do the work. He scanned the crowd for anyone who looked to be nervous. Well, more nervous than usual in the presence of their high lord. "I think you all know that we have been busy of late." Rhys drawled. He scanned the crowd as well, his mind flicking from one person to the next. "Back left, take him and leave. There may be more that notice you." Azriel walked off the platform, and turned to mist. + The first male to meet his end was the one who spat in his face and promised him that you were already dead. The next was smarter. He saw what was done to his friend and begged Azriel for mercy. "Your mate is locked far below." He quivered in his seat where Azriel had tied him. "But he watches her. He watched over us all." "Who?" Azriel ground out, the tip of his dagger carving a crescent into the high cheekbone of the noble Fae. "Riker, he's below. He's far below, where Kier's magic does not touch." "You've been useful." Azriel nodded, then jutted his dagger into the male's stomach. His hands did not shake. He wiped them on the male's tunic and left the body where it was tied. He had more digging to do, apparently. And Kier was the first person he would ask. + "Who's Riker?" Rhys asked casually, holding Kier's mind in the now empty throne room. Kier's body twitched in defiance of Rhy's control. "I dont-" Kier gasped. Azriel stepped closer to the male, menacing. The shadows crept up Kier's legs. Azriel did not flinch when Rhys' power squeezed the breath from him. "Dont be shy. Tell us all about it." Rhys coaxed. Finally, Kier gave the slightest nod. And Rhys let him drop to the floor, gasping for air. Azriel kept his shadows around the male, just in case. "Riker was a story. A legend from when I was a child. No one has heard of him since the Final Battle of the Prison." He gasped, and sputtered on the floor. When he looked up, his eyes were bloodshot. They still narrowed at Rhysand. "What were the legends of?" Azriel demanded, ready to let his tendrils of darkness assert themselves over the male. Kier managed a laugh, then looked to both of them quizzically. "You're serious." He sighed, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Rhys was not amused. His claws danced along the edge of his consciousness. "He was a horror to all. Not a Fae.. not really. He possessed the bodies of fae to do his bidding. Like a poison, he takes control and forces you to do as he wishes. If its killing, or stealing, or fucking. Anything. You have no control." Azriel's stomach dropped to the floor. He and his brother glanced at each other, and Rhys nodded a curt dismissal to Kier. "Dont look for him. He will use your magic to destroy anything." He warned, giving Rhys a long look before limping from the throne room. + "The shadow will bring freedom to us. We will leave this hole and be free." The priestess said, as if reading from a book. See recited the words like they were Holy. You cringed in disgust. It wasnt the first time you'd heard one of the eyeless creatures say it, but it was one of the scariest encounters since you'd been taken. The dead eyes of the withering priestess were haunting. Perhaps taken was the wrong word. You seemed to just wake up and decide to start walking. Your mind screamed against what you were doing, but you couldn't stop. Your bare feet led you from your bed and Azriel, down the ten thousand steps, and through rocky terrain of the mountainside. You walked and walked, feet bleeding until you came to the small rock crevice in the side of the mountain. You fought yourself, your mind panicked. Your body squeezed between the crack though, and you tried to reach down your bond to Azriel again. A dark shadow that was not him clamped down on your mind. Your panicked thoughts dissipated, and you couldn't remember why you were fighting anymore. You walked expertly down the worn path through the rocks, as if you'd walked it a million times before. The dripping walls let in a minimal cold whisk of air. And without thinking, you walked yourself into a cell at the end of the long hall. And sat in the center of it. The priestess that locked the door behind you was withering. Her cheekbones sunk in, and the opal atop her head was gray, dull. "Welcome." She said, voice otherworldly. + Azriel circled the mountain at least fifty times before he landed. Cassian was waiting for him at the small entrance they had found. "All clear, let's go." Azriel placed a hand on the pale rock and ducked his head inside. Cassian grabbed his wrist. "We need to be careful. Rhys cant help us once we go in there." He gave his brother a stern look. Azriel brushed off the concern, but nodded. The path was well worn into the stone. And there was where Azriel picked up the first hint of your presence since you had been taken. His heart painfully kicked up speed. The blood on the floor was minimal, but it was there. Cassian noted it too, and set a pace too slow going forward. Azriel wished he could let his muscles be free to run straight down the long hall and find you. He listened to his brother though, trusting him more than his instincts. The sight of you was the biggest relief he'd ever had. Then, the biggest fear. Your eyes were dull, hollow. He tried reaching for your bond, but it was gray and limp. Like there was nothing at the other end of it. He called for you, then he was screaming down the tendril that once was light and happiness. And nothing called back. Cassian's breath caught in his throat, Azriel turned to his brother. Shock was there in his eyes, and gut wrenching terror.

A dark spindling shadow was curling around him, seeping the hazel from his eyes and replacing it with the same dull gray that stained yours. He was frozen. As hard as he tried, Cassian couldn't fight the tinging fog that possessed him. It crept into his mind "Hello, lord of bloodshed...." They whispered to him.

Azriel threw himself at his brother, knocking the shadows away with his siphons. His own dark mist fought the fog that slowly filled the room. The fight was intense between them, Az's darkness was losing. They sputtered to life and kept them at bay while Cassian recovered from the shadowsinger's blow. "Go. Take my mate and run." Azriel growled at him. Cassian's eyes went wide, and he glanced to the cell where you sat. He and Azriel went into action at the same time, Azriel striking the dark figure that seeped down from the ceiling. Human in shape, but it revelaed nothing beyond that. It was a ghost, a large demon waiting to strike. It hovered over the Illyrians, and they began a fight against a shadow itself.

It was a trap. Idiot. His mind screamed at him. Cassian blasted his shield out, knocking your cell door out of the way. You didn't move. Az's stomach flipped, his eyes piercing you. But you did not feel it. You didn't feel a damned thing, even as your mind thrashed against the control the demon had. "Shadows will free you...." The dark tendrils whispered into your mind. Then, the room went totally dark. Ravik's power coursed through the ancient stone walls. Cassian barreled into the fight with his brother, shoving the dark figure back. The black clouds swirled around their fighting forms. It grew and grew until Az couldn't see his own siphons anymore.

He gave a final scream down your bond, latching on to that link and pulling. Then he saw the fog there. The layer that overtook your thoughts. "Spread this sickness. Spread the knowledge. Love the Master." They chanted. It made his stomach coil. He went deeper into your mind and pushed, pushed out and kept that shadow away long enough for you to do the rest yourself. You shoved and fought and kicked it away. Your mind was exhausted, but you held onto Az's cool grip like it was a tether to reality. Then, you saw everything clearly again. The darkness that encapsulated the two Illyrians avoided you. Like a bubble, they spared you from the blindness that kept Az and Cas from killing their target. You saw the golden sword strapped to Az's back instead of Truth Teller. And the reason they freed you instead of fighting first became clear. You took the sword from its sheath and shoved it into the figure between the brothers. Morrigan's sword sputtered light through the dark folds of the shadows. It hissed and popped, then.. it was gone. The shadows consumed it, then the golden light started seeping from every corner of the room. The light was blinding, then it was ringing. The piercing sound rattled the floor, then the walls. The sound of rock cracking and reforming was loud only for a second. Az felt the blood running down his jaw from his ears. His shadows turned him into wind itself. He took you and Cassian with him, and led him winnowed out of the crumbling mountainside. His wings flared, keeping you from plummeting to the ground together on the exit. Cas was right beside him, used to the strange feeling of Azriel's form of winnowing. The ground shook where you landed on the coast line. The morning light shone through the dust that erupted from the top and side of the mountain. The house of wind on the diagonal side remained intact. But the opposing side collapsed, rolling boulders and trees and dirt all the way down to the ocean. The waves could not stand against such a force. Cassian kept a shield up just in case. Cries of terror sounded from Velaris. Az fell to his knees in the wet sand, and hid his face in his palms. "Az... It's okay." You breathed, falling to his side with him. "Where's-" "He's gone. I can feel it. You killed him." You said with a hysterical laugh. The memories of being locked in the cell seemed dim now. Azriel stared at the trees and dirt falling, revealing the inside of the mountain that bordered Velaris. He tugged on the bond and you smiled, pulling him close to you. He rested his head on your shoulder as you observed the destruction together. "I'll check for any injured..." Cassian took off, flying high above the ruins once they settled. Winged pets of the Hewn city began flying out of the mountain. Rhys was landing beside you and Az in an instant. "This is coming out of your paychecks." He said with a smile. Az couldn't spare one back. The terror of what he had released into Prythian dampened the mood. "We killed it. We did this." You spoke softly to him. Trying to ease the guilt he felt. He brushed you off. "As if you had a choice. It was a trap for Cass and I. One that I fell into so easily that-" You shook him through the bond, jarring him out of his despair. "Dont be so self centered." You thought, the tingle of a wink flowing through you. His feelings were a mask to you. "Dont do that." You were getting more and more frustrated with him by the second. You caught him by the hand and wrapped around him in the sand, not caring if you got dirty. The ocean behind you roared and crashed, fighting against the new land that had spilled into it. "He already owes Mor another sword, take it easy on him." Cassian joked with the high lord. He landed with a softness that left the sand dry where his wings swooped down. The sheer power of him was waiting for its turn to be let loose. You could tell by those siphons flaring repeatedly. Az's were dull. You clamped down on your frustration. Cassian began his report. "Some of the.. darker monsters wont live. But the smarter ones are already tunneling down. The court of Nightmares seems to be waiting it out." He spoke with expertise, staring as the dust settled on the mountainside. The four of you stared at the ruined hillside for a long while. There were no injuries. No deaths. the cave in was so far from the borders of the Hewn city that the worst damage done was a few broken sculptures inside the throne room. The dust finally settled and you still watched, even as night fell. Rhys left to deal with the repercussions of the madness, but Azriel stayed wrapped around you, peeking at the ruin every now and then. He tried to hold back the waves of fear and shame that threatened to overtake him. You felt them there, and didn't push him. Cassian's breath caught. Then, a few brave souls ventured out of the tunnel systems that had been exposed. You watched tensely, observing how the group behind them reacted. They marveled at the twilight sun setting over the ocean. Rhys flew high above them, circling. Ready to destroy if they threatened the city. After a few moments of staring at the ocean and outside world, they turned back inside. The high lord landed besides you again, his power blooming from him. Waiting to be released. Rhys sighed, and folded his wings in. "The court of nightmares just may be the new twin city of Velaris."

#ACOTAR FIC #AZRIEL X READER

107 notes · View notes

narumi-gens · 3 years

Text

A Last First Kiss

Miya Atsumu x Reader Headcanons

notes: I felt really bad about leaving you guys with so much Atsumu angst in those fake wedding date hcs that I decided to write some proper, fluffy New Girl inspired hcs. warnings: mentions of past infidelity but otherwise happiness guaranteed

💋 It all started when you walked in on your boyfriend of four years cheating on you. With literally nowhere else to go (considering you had moved in with him and it was his name on the lease), you had shown up on Atsumu’s doorstep in a daze, asking if you could stay in his spare room for a few days while you tried to come to terms with your new reality, which is that you were now single and homeless.

💋 You and Atsumu had always been friendly, even if you had never exactly been friends. He was always the guy that you could have a laugh with in a group setting, but you never knew him well enough to actually hang out just the two of you. In fact, the only reason you even ended up at his place was because you had dropped your purse (which contained your phone, wallet, cash, and credit cards) on the living room floor in pure shock when you saw some woman who wasn’t you with her mouth around your boyfriend’s dick, and Atsumu was the only person you knew who lived within walking distance.

💋 A few days ends up turning into six months. This means that Atsumu is there when you cry so much that it feels like the tears will never end. He’s there when you monopolize the living room TV, sitting through the romcom marathons without complaint. He’s there when you fill the freezer with so much ice cream that you have to move everything else in it into the fridge. It also means that he’s there when you decide that it’s time to stop moping and get back into the dating pool -- and it doesn’t go well.

💋 It’s the first date you’ve gone on since the break-up. You spend all day freaking out because this is the first first date you’ve had in over four years. Atsumu looks at you like you’re crazy when you demand he tell you what young people do on first dates these days.

💋 You’re so worried and incapable of doing anything that Atsumu’s the one who has to pick out your outfit, assuring you, “Look, this guy’s the lucky one, not you. He’s the one who needs to impress ya, not the other way ’round, got it? Now go get lucky!” before he sends you off on your date with a cheesy but encouraging thumbs up.

💋 But it all ends up being for naught because four hours later, you trudge through the front door, face buried in your hands, embarrassment so great that you’re trying to will yourself to just disappear into nothingness. Atsumu watches in confusion as you shuffle into the living room, grab the blanket off the back of the couch, wrap it around yourself until you’ve bundled yourself up in a blanket burrito, and collapse next to him pathetically.

💋 “How was yer date?” he asks and you just let out a whine that’s so high-pitched, Atsumu worries it might actually damage his hearing. He tries to console you, assuring you that it was just a first date and there are plenty of other fish in the sea and that the hardest part is over now because at least you’re now back out there. He continues to feed you well-meaning platitude after well-meaning platitude until finally you can’t take it anymore.

💋 You peek your eyes out at him from the end of your blanket burrito just enough to give him a glare that shuts him up. “So, what happened? Was he a jerk? Was he boring? Was he ugly?” You sigh heavily and fully pop your head out of your cocoon, your hair now sticking up at odd angles.

💋 “No, he was great and we had so much fun together,” you tell him, but the tone of your voice says otherwise. Atsumu tosses you a confused, “Then what’s the problem?” that makes your face scrunch up in embarrassment as you let out another whine as you replay how the date ended in your mind.

💋 “He was such a gentleman and he was so nice. We were downstairs in front of the building and I could tell he wanted to kiss me and he started to slowly lean in and I freaked out and screamed then I gave him a punch to the shoulder, bowed, shook his hand, and called him ‘buddy’ before I literally ran inside,” you blurt out, all in one breath. You open an eye to look at Atsumu, who’s staring back at you with pure horror written on his face.

💋 “Why? Why would ya do that?” he finally manages to ask once he’s over his shock and you groan, wiggling in your burrito until you can pull your arms free so that you can hide your face in your hands for the umpteenth time. “If ya don’t want to kiss him, then don’t kiss him!”

💋 “But I thought I did wanna kiss him! I thought I was ready!” you groan. “But when he was leaning in, I just...” you trail off and when Atsumu prompts you to continue, you just sigh wearily before dropping your head back to look up at the ceiling tiredly. “You wouldn’t get it.”

💋 “Try me,” he offers and although you refuse to look at him out of embarrassment, you can hear his sincerity. You let out another, quieter sigh. “I thought I was gonna spend the rest of my life with Shinji. I wanted to it all with him -- get married, have babies, grow old together.” You glance over at Atsumu and see how his expression has softened. “And when I saw Taichi coming closer, all I could think about was how I couldn’t see myself doing any of those things with him.”

💋 He’s quiet as he takes in what you’ve just said, thinking over your words before he gives you a kind smile that puts you at ease. “Don’t ya think yer worrying too much over this? It’s just a first date. If ya wanna kiss him, then just kiss him. Maybe you’ll feel that magic when ya do. Live in the moment a little.”

💋 "Look, promise you won’t think I’m being stupid?” you ask softly and you wait for him to nod before continuing. “I want the next first kiss I have with someone to be the last first kiss I ever have. Even if it’s not actually the case and even if things don’t end up working out. In the moment when it’s happening, I want it to feel like it could be my last first kiss. And I just...didn’t feel that with Taichi. It just felt like any other first kiss.”

💋 You wait for him to laugh or tell you that you’re overthinking things. You wait for him to say that all the romcoms you’ve been watching have distorted your sense of reality. You wait for him to tell you that you just need to get laid. But in the six months that you’ve been living with Atsumu, you’ve learned that he never does what's expected.

💋 “I don’t think that’s stupid,” he says simply after a few moments and now it’s your turn to be shocked. The look he’s giving you is just so kind that it makes your heart flutter happily in your chest, the disastrous end to your date slipping further and further into the recesses of your mind.

💋 “Y’know, we’ve known each other awhile now, but it’s only since ya moved in that I’ve realized how soft ya are.” Soft. He says it thoughtfully. He’s not teasing you or pointing out some sort of perceived flaw. The word sounds almost...fond. “Yer heart’s soft.”

💋 The statement hangs over the living room, but it doesn’t feel heavy or oppressive. It feels warm and comforting. It feels like someone finally understands you. He then drops his hand on top of your head and smooths down your messy hair affectionately. “Don’t feel stupid for wanting to be soft, okay?”

💋 The sudden lump in your throat keeps you from being able to say anything in response, so you beam back at him and nod your head, furiously blinking away the tears that you can feel threatening creeping up on you. He smiles back in return and brushes your hair behind your ear before he stands up. “I gotta get up early tomorrow for practice,” he says. “Ya gonna be alright?”

💋 “Yeah, I will,” you assure him, meaning it wholeheartedly. But then you smile at him sheepishly and hold out your hands. “Can you help me out of this blanket though? I think I’m stuck.” He rolls his eyes dramatically, but makes no other complaint as he takes your hands in his and helps you stand.

💋 He then lets go of one of your hands to grab onto the end of the blanket, using the hand holding yours to slowly twirl you around twice until the blanket comes fully loose and he can drop it onto the couch. Slightly dizzy, you clutch his forearm with your free hand and take a moment to reorient yourself with a soft giggle.

💋 When you look up at him, you see the same softness in his eyes that he seems to see in you and it catches you by surprise. Your heart starts to beat a little more quickly in your chest, but you don’t know why. All of a sudden, you realize how little space there is between the two of you -- only a couple of inches at most.

💋 And then his lips are on yours -- needy, hungry, desperate, soft. The kiss feels like a flash fire. Where only moments ago, you were feeling warm and content and fuzzy, you’re now at the mercy of a white-hot heat that starts in the pit of your stomach and spreads out so rapidly that it’s consumed your entire being in a millisecond.

💋 His arms are wrapped around your waist, pulling you close before one slides up your back and he buries his fingers in your hair, quickly running them through your stands. Then both hands are running down your sides before they’re both on your back once again, his touch warm through the fabric of the dress he picked out. It’s like he’s so eager to feel every inch of you that he can’t keep his hands in one spot -- he needs to feel all of you.

💋 It’s not even that deep of a kiss, his tongue only briefly darts out to run over your bottom lip before it returns back to his mouth. Instead it’s really just his lips moving against yours, hinting at what more might feel like but never going far enough to actually let you have it. And it just makes you more desperate as you return the kiss.

💋 But just like a flash fire, it’s over almost as quickly as it began. He gives you one, two, three more kisses before he’s pulling away, your foreheads resting against each other, his breath hot on your face where it mingles with yours as you both pant for air. Then, he leans in and gives you one final, chaste, soft kiss before he meets your glazed eyes.

💋 “A last first kiss, huh?” he murmurs, his voice rough and low and threatening to ignite the fire all over again. His hands slowly slip from you down to his sides and you miss the warmth of his touch already. You can only dumbly nod in return, your breathing still shaky as you try to catch it. The corners of his lips twitch upwards, something fun and mischievous and affectionate and...happy written plain across his face.

💋 “Goodnight,” he says gently and once again, all you can do is nod, still too dazed to do anything else. He seems to understand your plight because you can see how his eyes are shining with mirth. But his flushed face is a clear giveaway that he’s just as affected as you are.

💋 You’re still frozen in place as you watch him walk away until his broad shoulders disappear from sight and you hear the door to his bedroom close. Slowly, you raise a trembling hand up to your face and brush your fingers against your still-tingling lips, where you can still feel the ghost of Atsumu’s.

💋 Your mind is racing, but there’s only one thought that you’re able to fully grasp onto, desperate not to let it go as a small, soft smile appears on your face. You want more than anything for that to be the last first kiss you ever have.

#miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu miya #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #hq hc

297 notes · View notes

waywardsummoner46 · 3 years

Text

Victorian Vexation

Sam Winchester x sister!reader, Dean Winchester x sister!reader

@spnaubingo square filled: Victorian!AU

Summary: Waking up, you find yourself in a room you don’t recognise and with people trying to force feed some amber “medicine” down your throat. Who are these people? Where are you? And why do these Sam and Dean lookalikes keep saying the just want their sister back?

A/N: Lesson learnt - I suck at summaries but I promise that the fic is more interesting than the summary... maybe even another series idea oops. Anyway, enjoy :)

________________________________________________________

Waking up, you instantly had a headache. A very obnoxious one at that. Reminds you of when Dean started to mock Sam in a really high-pitched voice not noticing that it was pissing you off as well (but it’s okay, because he had what was coming to him).

Caught in a memory, with your eyes still clothed, you didn’t notice that a small, slender woman had slipped through your door. Still replaying the memory repeatedly in your head, you exhaled slowly. When a stuttered voice spoke up, you nearly jumped out of your bed.

“Oh I’m so sorry my lady, I didn’t mean to wake you! I just came to deliver your clothes for the day… and to wait to help you get changed, and to administer your medicine” the lady practically blabbered whilst silently shaking and dropping into a bow.

You were going to respond with an angry and confused tone but then you took notice of your surroundings. This is not your room. It seemed to be double the size of your old room, the furniture was mahogany but looked quite old-fashioned and specifically designed to make the room appear bigger than it seemed.

A mere fireplace was placed to your left, it was quite tall and wide, but lacked the modern feel and the carpet was a disgustingly flowery-patterned one to which you abruptly looked away from. Doing so laned your focus on your bed. It was huge! The headboard itself was about a metre tall with an intricate and flowy pattern but the bedding nearly made you gag. Take a stereotypical grandmother’s nightgown right? Yeah that’s the only connection you could make.

Realizing the woman, probably mid-twenties, was still hunched over in a shaky bow, you finally addressed someone who was capable of having an intelligent conversation. You propped yourself up against the head-board searching for the gun you kept under your pillow but coming up empty handed.

“Who are you? Where am I?” You demand. She straightens up and glances at you confusedly, before understanding seems to fall like a curtain over her face. Trying to be discreet, she reaches slowly behind her back for a table you only just noticed for something that looked like a glass jar of amber liquid.

Calmly she explained, “Miss Winchester, you haven’t had your meds yet, I forgot the spoon for it, stay where you are please miss.” Which obviously prompted more confusion on your part, so watching her leave the room and closing the door behind her, you sat silently with your mouth agape.

Once you were sure she was out of earshot, you jumped out of bed and went about trying to sneak your way through whatever captivity you were in. Arriving at the door, you tried the handle to find the crazy lady had locked the door! You let out a groan but remembering she reached for that vial of “medicine”. So you went over to investigate it, it read:

(Y/N) Winchester’s medicine.

To be given twice a day, one before getting out of bed and another before going to sleep.

Do not forget a dose!

Caution: Only to be consumed by her. No one else is to consume the substance.

Now even more confused, you hid the vial in your pyjama pocket (thanking whoever had mercy on you that let you keep them at least) for later because something was definitely giving you a witch’s vibe about this.

All of a sudden, you heard multiple pairs of footsteps seemingly approaching your room. You hid behind the door and grasped the candlestick that was also on the table to use as a weapon. They came to a stop just outside the door and you heard faint mumbling, “Thank you for coming to get us, Lilith. It was a good decision but you’re dismissed now. My brother and I will give our sister her medicine.” You made out a light pair of footsteps get more distant as they left after a few seconds but all you could think of was Sam and Dean? What the hell?

Unprepared for the door opening, you were temporarily stunned out of shock before coming back to your senses and deciding ‘Well hey, they’re most likely not my brothers so what the hell? Might as well whack ‘em’ but that motivation was short lived as two poshly dressed Winchesters barged through the door and immediately pinpointed your location.

Dean went to grab you, so you swung the candlestick at him but he evaded it with inhuman speed and grabbed your hand and brought it behind your back. He reached out for your other hand and grasped with ease no matter how hard you struggled.

With both hands behind your back, you decided aiming for his crotch with your heel might be a good idea but Sam still exists so that plan was foiled. Just as you lifted your left leg to bring back on Dean, Sam hefted both legs up by your ankles and, working as a team, they carried you over to the bed.

Nevertheless and with stubborn determination, you twist and turn in every possible direction but they appear undeterred. Letting out a scream you seethed, “Get off of me. Where are my brothers, you sick monsters?”

Both faces, tight with focus, softened slightly at your words that you took note of and paused you ministrations for a second. A mistake, as this gave Sam the opportunity to sit on your hips and for Dean to restrain your hands above your head.

Sam looked over at the table, before sighing and looking at you. “Where is the medicine, (Y/N)?”

Scoffing, you replied “I chucked it out the window, asshole. Now tell me what you’ve done with my brothers? And where the hell even am I anyway?”

Having had enough of your questions, Sam inserted his hand in your pocket and fished the glass bottle out. Grasping on to common sense for the time, you tightened your lips as much as you could because whatever that potion was it couldn’t be good.

“Open up, sweetheart. It’s for your own good,” Dean piped in and you gave him the best I-may-be-scared-but-I-will-still-smite-your-ass-look you could muster. He sighed deeply, before coming to a silent decision. Releasing one of his hands from yours, he brought the other to try and wedge them between your lips.

He’s persistent and slowly but surely, the tightness lessened and you became mildly more terrified. Once they were too sore to press together any longer, you opened them but kept your teeth clenched.

Sam tutted this time, and reached for the spoon. He un-capped the lid and poured a massive glob of the shitty looking liquid onto it before turning back to focus on you. “You may not want it, but we want our sister, not theirs, so we’ll do this the hard way.”

You silently screamed at him as he literally began trickling the medicine between the crevices of your teeth. You barely registered how at least the liquid tasted good before feeling drowsy.

“There we go, good girl. Now we'll chase away all those nasty thoughts of that unsafe life and monster hunting you had, hm?” Sam.

“Well done, (Y/N). Go to sleep, we’ll see you when you wake up. Love you, darling,” Dean.

They both pressed light kisses to your forehead before maneuvering you under the covers and into a more comfortable position.

“This can’t happen again, Sam. One more time and she’s irredeemable.”

“I know, Dean. Only a few more doses and Crowley said we could have our sister back.”

Dean hummed then they both left the room, but not without another “love you” each. Before everything faded into black, you managed a “what the fuck?” Then you were out.

#sam winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader #supernatural x reader #victorian!au #spn x reader #dean x reader #sam x reader #omg I need to stop making things with the idea for a series #but I can't write short fics #I need help #welp #heh that rhymed

60 notes · View notes

latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years

Text

𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓓𝓾𝓽𝔂 (𝓓𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷! 𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰)

𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: 𝓓𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷! 𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰 (𝓐𝓽𝓮𝓮𝔃) × 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 (𝓕𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮)

𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻��: 𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓽, 𝓢𝓶𝓾𝓽, 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓓𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷 𝓐𝓤

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 4.7𝓚

𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: 𝓘𝓷 𝓮𝔁𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵, 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪𝓼 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓾𝓵𝓯𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓭𝓾𝓽𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼....𝓷𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓰𝓻𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮, 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓲𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓫𝓮.

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: 𝓥𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮, 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭, 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱, 𝓫𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓰𝓮, 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂, 𝔀𝓪𝔁 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂, 𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂, 𝓾𝓷𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓮𝔁 (𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷), 𝓼𝓸𝓯𝓽 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮.

𝓣𝓪𝓰 𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽: @yunhoiseyecandy @multidreams-and-desires @hanatiny @galaxteez

࿇ ══━━━━✥◈✥━━━━══ ࿇

A blank expression was plastered on the immortal's red tinted lips that matched the hue of the liquid that he was swirling around in the glass cup between his fingers, as usual. His deep and husky voice was humming an eerie and macabre tune as his eyes pierced down at the city below him. To the naked eye it would seem as though he was staring into nothing, the only thing visible was the monumental skyscraper that overlooked the apartment complex he currently cohabited in. But his eyes were very much focused, watching over the tiny figure that was currently walking just a few blocks away from where his building was. They walked around so casually, not looking anywhere behind them or with any sense of alert. It is a rather dangerous area even if it was one of the more luxurious places in the city, and yet the figure continued their trail back home without giving any cares in the world.......not seeing the hooded figures that had been meticulously trailing right behind them, waiting for their opportunity to strike, which came mere moments after they had turned into a dark and abandoned alley.

The being's lips curled into an amused smirk as he felt and watched the pentagram mark on his wrist, usually hidden away under the long sleeved of his dress shirts, light up in a bright scarlet color, the Y in the middle shining the brightest. Unrolling his sleeves, he carefully adjusted his vest and re-did the silk tie that was around his neck, as if he had all the time in the world......

Which he probably did.

"Off to fulfill my duties I guess."

In a mere blink of his eyes, he was instantly in that dark alley, still unseen by the ruffians who were currently apprehending the damsel who even in her distress was putting up a rather good resistance. Deducing it was now his cue to enter, he stepped out of the shadows and came into their vicinity.

"My, my, quite a rather scandalous and rowdy lot of you, causing such an improper and shocking scene in this time of night. Shame, shame." He spoke out in a calm demeanor.

While the group of bandits looked at him in surprise and anger at being witnessed in their crime, the woman had both an unamused and annoyed look on her features.

"You're late." She directed at the sharply dressed male.

"My apologies Lady Y/N, I promise it won't happen again." He bowed to her, fighting back the urge to snicker as he knew very well it would not be the last time.

The thugs held up their knives closer to the woman's neck and even pointed one at him.

"I suggest you walk away now while you still have a chance you overly dressed penguin boy. Don't try to play the hero or you'll get that pretty little throat of yours slit open." One of them warned.

The blonde haired male let out an offended scoff, hand going up to his chest to show his indignation.

"Why my kind sir, believe me I had absolutely no intention of playing the hero. That is absolutely beneath me!...."

Putting his hands behind him, he looked at them with a deadpanned expression.

"Now talk to me about being the villain.....then we're speaking my language."

In an instant, without knowing how, the male charged at an inhuman speed towards them, knocking them out before going back to his previous place, this time his arms carrying the woman in a bridal style motion. He looked down at her, awaiting the next instructions.

"Home. Now." She demanded.

"Of course My Lady."

He began turning around to make way home, but halted when he felt and heard the men behind him load up and point guns at him. He let out a deep sigh.

"All I wanted was to fulfill my duty as the trusted servant of my Mistress but you guys seemed hell bent on making that impossible....."

Shrugging, he gently placed the girl down for a moment on the pavement.

"So be it."

When he heard the shots fired, he stuck his left hand out, trapping all of the bullets in between his fingers, shocking the ones who had fired them and making them marvel at the spectacle. The male turned around and inspected the bullets he currently held.

"Truly interesting, I must compliment your choice of weapons my criminal comrades. You could have certainly sent even the strongest of men straight to their death with just one of these aimed at the proper body part....."

As he looked back at them, they shivered when his eyes changed color.

"Allow me to demonstrate."

Flinging the bullets back at them, they all resonated like a thunder strike as they pierced through the thugs' chest, into their hearts, hitting accurately on a vital vein that had them dead before their bodies even hit the ground. The inhuman creature's nose crinkled in disgust at the mess that was left behind.

"What a filthy scene. As if the world didn't already have hoards of rubbish and filth to clean up on the daily." He shook his head.

"Ahem!"

The light yet impatient tapping of a foot reminded him that he was not alone and that he still had one task left.

"Ahh yes. Home now I suppose. Would my Lady prefer to be transported or would she wish to soar high above in the air?" He offered.

"I'm not in the mood to be out here in society anymore." She huffed out.

He smiled enthusiastically at that, hands rubbing together.

"Excellent choice my Lady. Please don't fret. I'll see to it immediately."

He stepped forward to her, about to take her hand when she stopped him.

"And Yeosang? I had a bad day.........you know what to do."

He couldn't help the spark that always ran down his spine when she said those words. Using one arm to pull her body against his, he looked at her intensely, eyes already ravishing her body.

"Yes my Lady."

࿇ ══━━━━✥◈✥━━━━══ ࿇

The demon's hands carefully worked to finish tying the rather intricate and aesthetic knots on the red rope that kept the woman in front of him from moving. Taking a step back, he began to admire her body fully displayed for him, arms and legs tied to each of the corners of the bed. Although she was as naked as the day she was born, save a large black lace choker decorating her neck, he still donned his fancy uniform, except his charcoal vest and tie, that signified his devotion and commitment to her. Even if it wasn't necessary to wear it, Yeosang loved the classy and elegant vibe that it gave him, and besides.....

He knew his Mistress went crazy for him in a suit and tie, especially on occasions like these.

Rolling up his sleeves, he crept closer to her, noticing how she was paying careful attention to any sound she heard since her eyes were covered by the satin black blindfold Yeosang loved using. His fingers gripped her jaw as he bent down and kissed her passionately, mouth enclosing over hers, tongue swiping over her lips. When she felt his wet muscle, she could not resist the urge to pull it into her mouth. He let out an aroused hum as she sucked on it and began to take control of the kiss, slipping her tongue in his mouth so it could roam around in it. She whined softly when he pulled back mid makeout session.

"My dear lady, although you've certainly become an independent and dominant woman, need I remind you you're at my mercy at the moment, so any ideas of taking over should be scraped immediately."

Catching her bottom lip between his front teeth, he bit down on it and gave it a harsh suck as he pulled off her completely.

"Don't worry my beautiful Mistress. I'll make sure my depraved actions leave you in a utmost pleasure any human can imagine. Just remember the safe word if it gets too intense."

But he knew as well as she did that there'd be no need for that. He was a master at what he did, always careful not to cause any unnecessary pain. Not that she minded, she was a little masochist at times.

His hand opened the black treasure chest that was currently on top of the dresser. Already having prepped what he had in mind for their playtime in the little red room, his hand picked up the vanilla lavender scented body oil. He purposefully popped off the lid with a loud sound, letting it fall onto the floor to make as much noise as possible. As expected, Y/N's neck stretched out towards the direction of the noise, trying to figure out what exactly was happening. She could smell the faint scent of the oil but still could not point out where it came from. Her chest shook and her breath hitched when she felt something being poured over breasts, the liquid traveling down her sternum with some of it falling into her belly button. Yeosang didn't stop there as he then poured a bit more onto her inner thighs and on the mound of her womanhood. When she felt some of it roll off her body and onto the sheets underneath her, she slightly cringed.

"I'll clean them up as usual my lady. Don't worry about that. Right now, please just relax and leave all of you to me."

His fingers delicately caressed her chin before gliding down her neck, tugging at the choker around her. He took her by surprise when his hands cupped her breasts so suddenly. Slowly, he began to squeeze and knead at them, thumbs circling all over her erect nipples. He couldn't keep his away, entirely consumed in spreading the oil all over them.

"So pretty....so beautiful...."

Y/N smiled at his praises. Her demon boy toy had made it more than obvious that he was a huge admirer of breasts and hers were his all time favorite. More than once when he opted to be the little devil he was, he'd randomly brush his hand across them or come up behind her and start groping them, sometimes surprisingly in a non sexual way.

He'd giggle and say "They're just so cute and perfect for my hands."

But right now there was absolutely nothing innocent in a way he was cupping and playing around with them. He was getting a thrill out of pressing them against each other, rubbing them together for a few seconds before releasing them to watch them fall back into their original place. His fingers tugged, pulled and even pinched at her sensitive buds to trigger moans to come out of her pretty and plump lips. Yeosang didn't forget to spread the oil all over the rest of her torso, making sure it was completely glistening in that sweet smelling substance he administered on it.

Gliding his hands further south, now her legs and thighs began to receive the same treatment, getting oiled up nicely for the new play he wanted to try out in a few minutes. His hands massaged her inner thighs, lingering them close to her pussy that was waiting to be touched by his gentle fingers. He grazed all around it but never actually touched it, making her get frustrated, hips slightly rising to try and feel something, anything where she needed it most.

"Yeosang...." She called out to him.

"Please just trust me on this Mistress. I'm only thinking about giving you the utmost pleasure you deserve."

Deciding it was no use fighting or commanding the demon, she just relaxed her hips and placed them back onto the mattress. Her mind instead focused on Yeosang's hands that were drawing circles across her thighs, fingers digging in at certain areas that helped release some tension after her long and arduous day. She let out a soft sigh, enjoying her lover's caresses so much she began closing her eyes and almost dozing off to sleep....

Until she felt a finger slid up her slit and press down on her clit. If she could, she would have shot her eyes wide open, and her legs would have instinctively closed at his touch, but she could not do that right now. Yeosang smirked, happy that he thought about binding her up so he could play and experiment with her body as he pleased. Using all his fingers, he rubbed at her folds making sure to pay close attention to her tiny little nub. It always fascinated him to know such a tiny organ could cause such big reactions. Prying her folds open with one of his hand, the other moved to slip a finger inside her hole, shortly followed by another one.

"So wet and it's not even because of the oil." Even without seeing him, Y/N knew he had the biggest shit eating grin plastered on that unholy handsome face of his.

"Yeosang don't tease me or I'll use the chains and whips on you." She warned him, emitting a low growl.

He chuckled at her as he digged his fingers deeper inside her, curling them so they grazed on that special place of hers.

"Very kinky my lady. Perhaps I should take you up on that offer again someday. You're not the only one who enjoys pain every now and then."

He wiggled his fingers inside of her before thrusting them in and out of her. Already being wet and being even more lubricated due to the oil he poured on her, sticky and sloppy sounds were the only things heard besides Y/N's pants that would soon turn to choked out moans if Yeosang continued his pace.

"So responsive for me, that you are Mistress."

Feeling somewhat bad at working her so close to a blissful high and having to take it away, he nonetheless slipped his hands out when he felt her walls tighten around his fingers, a string of slick coming out when he did. If her hands hadn't been tied up she would have surely slapped him across the face for denying her such pleasure.

"Yeosang!" She cried out, whining like a little child throwing a tantrum.

"Hush now my Lady. Just trust me and be patient."

Licking his fingers clean of her arousal, he went back to black box to take out the next items for their little field night: a pure white candle and a black lighter, the latter which he played around with and inspected in his fingers.

"Marvelous invention really. I remember there was a time I had to light a match almost every 5 minutes. Times have changed for the better."

Y/N tensed up when she heard match.

What on earth was her hell boy up to?

Hearing the soft clink of the lighter, she braced herself for whatever was going to come. For a moment nothing happened, but as soon as she let her guard down, Yeosang commenced his plan and let some of the hot wax drop onto her chest, landing right in between her breasts. Y/N jolted up at the intense and searing sensation.

"Yeo-Yeosang!" She gasped out in a high pitched tone.

He didn't respond but simply let two more drops of wax fall across her breathtaking chest, making her mouth fall open in shock.

"Mistress? How are you feeling?" He made sure to inquire before proceeding.

"I'm.......good....please....keep going."

He was beyond satisfied with her answer and decided to continue. Letting out the artistic side of him come out, he held the lighter closer to the candle to make it melt faster. Droplets of wax began to cover her chest and abdomen, forming a variety of designs that were leaving her breathless each time the hot substance made contact with her oiled skin. She never would have guessed that a messy and scorching object could inflict such an addicting pain that made her pool even more between her legs. Yeosang even dropped some of it down in her inner thighs, careful not to drop anything directly on her lady parts. That was strictly off limits. He focused on hitting points that would serve to stimulate her senses even further and it seemed to be working. Of course it would. He knew and understood her body more than anyone else, each time her chest rose, her toes curled or a change in her breathing, he knew what it all meant, having studied her body language for so long.

He took a step back and admired his artwork, a proud smile on his face as he saw the hardening wax all across her body.

"Mesmerizing." He complimented.

Tugging at the ropes binding her wrists, she grunted in desperation.

"Yes my lady I'm quite aware of how needy you are to have something inside of you, but let me remind you that you gave me free leave to do as I pleased..."

Once more, he dug into the blach chest, eyes gleaming when he took out one of his all time favorite play pieces: a rubber black and red flogger. He slowly fanned the tresses out, hovering it over his Mistress's face and dragging the material down her body, letting her get a hint of what was going to come next.

"And I intend to make the best of it."

As soon as he finished saying those words, his wrist skillfully twisted the device back and let it fall against her skin. Y/N wheezed sharply when she felt the slight sting. Swallowing a non-existent lump down her throat, she took a deep breath which had Yeosang laughing darkly.

"Too much?" He challenged her.

Not wanting to let the demon have the satisfaction, she let out a dry laugh, her head falling back.

"More like not enough. I thought you demons could do better than that.....perhaps I should have enlisted the help of a true incubus. I bet they deliver and never disappoint. That cute one that visited you once, San, do you think his offer is still on the table?"

Her words were deliberately filled with venom and malice, all for the intention of rousing the demon next to her. If her blindfold wasn't on, she would have been able to see his eyes change into the fiery blood orange color they turned to whenever he lost control and was no longer composed. He especially hated being compared to an incubus and more hear his mistress mention going to one of them. Wanting to silence that cackle of hers, he abruptly struck the flogger down on her lower stomach with even more force than the last one, effectively shutting her laughs up.

"The day you actually permit one of those degenerated, sick and perverted bastards taint your body, is the day I'm breaking hell loose and unleashing all its fury.....

And I'll fucking drag you down there to spend eternity with me."

Without giving her a chance to respond, he raised the object once again, flinging it down across her chest, stomach, even her inner thighs repeatedly. He paused for a few seconds between strokes, making her think it would over before starting over again. Y/N was releasing very loud yells, legs and hands writhing in place as they could not move much due to the restraints that kept her down. Yeosang knew she was already spilling a few tears.

"What? I thought you wanted this my lady? Don't you loved being tortured like this? I know you do."

Stopping momentarily, he feathered some of the tresses over her clit, causing her to become anxious about his next target.

"Such a dirty and sinful girl. I bet you're dying to have me flog this wet cunt of yours until the folds become red and swollen........"

Flipping the toy around, he pressed the round head of the handle against her clit and slid it down her folds until it reached farther down towards her anal opening.

"Or perhaps I should stuff the shaft right into your ass and fuck it til you're begging me to stop, and even then I'll keep going."

Removing the toy, he brought it back up and struck it against her genitals, causing it to instantly throb.

"Oh fuck!" She jerked what little movement she could muster of her hips, not expecting him to actually follow through on his threats.

"I like the first option a lot better actually."

With a sadistic smile on his face, he struck at her pretty little folds a few more times until it was a bright pink color, pussy lips puffed up and tender to the touch. Bending down, he blew air into her dripping hole, which had her shivering from how sensitive it had become.

"Just how I like it."

Y/N already had beads of sweat all over her body, giving her a subtle glow. The hair near her scalp was moist from how much she was sweating. Yeosang hadn't even entered her yet and she was already clenching around nothing as she felt the bed shift next to her. Using her sense of hearing to help her out, she could hear something light make a small thud on the ground, which she guessed was Yeosang's white dress shirt. Her theory was proved true as she then heard a zipper being undone and a belt buckle been loosened. She moaned out when she felt her demon's heated body right on top of hers. She wanted to reach her hands out and run them across his blonde hair, also craved to see his ridiculously handsome face as he fucked her into the sheets. That face that when she first saw she swore it could only belong in an angel, but soon learned she was deceived as it belonged to a hellish being.

Her lips happily welcomed Yeosang's when they sought them out, this time being a little more tender and intimate. His hands rested on her hips as he aligned himself to her entrance. She winced when his thick head slapped against her swollen clit, which he shushed immediately.

"There there my beautiful lady. I promise the sting will only last a little bit, but then you'll enjoy it."

With one swift move of his hips, he pierced through her entrance, his length that on more than one occasion had her mouth watering stretched her out so nicely. Combined with the red hot pain that was spread across her folds, Y/N's throat let out a strangled sound mixed with pleasure at him intruding so suddenly. Not wasting time, the demon expertly moved his hips, angling them so his pelvis would rub against her seering red clit, which further added to the otherworldly sensation he was forcing her to enjoy.

"Oh my- shit! Yeosang! Please!" She begged him, hands shaking violently in desperation at wanting to hold him closer to her.

"I'm afraid I must refuse this request my sweet mistress. You're not the only one allowed to have fun." He released that peculiar evil giggle of his that had her body heating up even more.

Yeosang's raspy grunts mixed with her own whimpering cries, the loud thudding of the bed underneath them was the only other sound accompanying their lustful orchestrations. He was making sure it was nothing less than intense, hips snapping violently, nails digging into her skin, if they were sharper they would probably be drawing blood. One of them came up to rip the choker off her neck, wanting to see the mark that matched the one on his wrist, the mark which was forever embedded on her skin and his after their contract was signed and sealed permanently. He watched with fascination and delight as it began to emit a faint glow, his doing the same.

"Mine...all mine. You'll always be mine. I'll never let anyone else have you."

He growled those words along the skin of her neck, kissing at her glowing mark and occasionally biting down on it. He began snarling as he heard her pant, chest rising up and down at a fast pace as she began nearing her climax.

"Yeosang....please! At least let me see you!" She pleaded. If she couldn't at least hold him, she definitely wanted to see his ethereal face as he spilled his wicked seed inside her.

He let out a hum before obliging her request, wanting to see her pretty face as well. Her vision needed a few seconds to adjust from the overwhelming pleasure she was getting, mixed with the tears in her eyes that couldn't let her clearly see her diabolical lover that was grinning down at her in an impurely manner.

"Release yourself mistress. Give yourself to me, all of it. I want to feel the end of your sins. Join me in this blazing fire...."

Reaching up, his hand grasped at her neck, cutting off enough oxygen to have her feeling dazed.

"Cum for me." He ordered her, eyes lighting up once more.

Unable to resist his wicked charms, she screamed out his name over and over as she convulsed underneath him, the fire pooling at her lower abdomen breaking loose as she came all over him. Her mind shut down and could not focus on anything other than the immense pleasure he was putting her through. Gripping her waist harshly, Yeosang incoherently sputtered out curses and swears in such a demonic tone as he spilled his fiery cum inside of her, not stopping until he had made sure to give her all of him.

"Holy shit!" He ironically declared, panting fiercely, a small choking gasp escaping slightly from his throat.

"Oh my god...." Y/N couldn't help but say as she felt her head still spin from that extreme high she was in.

"I don't think the big guy is willing to allow himself to be claimed after such a spectacle." He snorted as he pulled out of her and began untying the ropes that bound her.

Her arms and legs fell flat on the bed, completely worn out. She groaned even when Yeosang picked her up and began carrying her into the bedroom, where he had already previously prepared a warm, bubbly, fruity scented bath for her since he knew things were going to get messy and harsh. He tenderly placed her inside, fingers brushing away the hair sticking to her forehead.

"Please just relax in there a few minutes my lady. The residue of the wax will slip off quite easily." He assured her.

When he attempted to leave, her numb arm reached out and clasped his wrist.

"Join me..."

When she saw the hesitation on his face, she looked at him determinedly.

"That's an order."

He couldn't help the proud smile on his face at her taking charge. When he met her, after she summoned him, she was such a naive and pitiful girl, always being pushed around by others and never taking a stand for herself much less assert herself or that dominance that he knew resided in her. But that changed after he came into her life, she learned to make herself known, she no longer responded to no one and had become a lot more confident in herself and her decisions. And he was extraordinarily proud of his little flower for blooming so much.

Which is why he was now stepping into the luxurious bathtub, moving himself to sit behind her, his hands wrapping themselves around her waist. Y/N rested her head on his shoulder, eyes closing and enjoying the low soft voice of the demon behind her singing a song in a language she didn't understand, probably Latin or some other demonic language. She was so lost in his gentle and soothing caresses, a smile tugged on her lips.....until she felt those hands travel north.

"Yeosang!" She exclaimed when he cupped her breasts and kneaded them in his hands.

Turning her head, her offended face was met with his shameless one.

"What? They're just so soft and squishy and, and- it's like they were made for me." It still shocked her to see him break out of his corrupted, formal character and suddenly turn into a blushy, soft and cuddly boy.

"You're a pervert." She accused him yet made no move to remove his hands off her or order him to stop.

Chuckling, he began kissing the back of her neck.

"Don't blame me my lovely Y/N, after all.....

This is my sinful duty."

࿇ ══━━━━✥◈✥━━━━══ ࿇

323 notes · View notes

themaribatpit · 3 years

Text

Saturday Challenge: Continue a Fic You Wrote for Jasonette July

Written by: The Maribat Pit @jasonette-july-event Prompt: Continue a fic you wrote for Jasonette July Rated: M (for violence and strong language)

Then Perish : Part 2

Marinette tossed the helmet aside, she glanced over at the desk and grabbed a letter opener. She tried to take several swipes at him, all of which he evaded with ease before grabbing her by the wrist. Marinette tried to drop the letter opener into her other hand but he caught it before she did. “Nice try, mind telling me why you’re so desperate to kill me?” he asked, Marinette could just about hear him smirking under the mask. Up close, she noticed that, in addition to his dark hair, there was a white streak of hair framing his face. His eyes were still covered by the domino mask as they looked down at her. “You killed my parents,” she growled. “So is that what this is all about…tell me, what makes you so sure that I did it?” he asked. “I saw you, I saw people begging for their lives just before you killed them.” she recalled, “I saw you standing over their dead bodies.” He pushed her back with very little effort, but before she could charge at him again, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun. He tossed it to her and she caught it, the cold metal felt heavy in her small hands. “If you are so certain that I’m the one who did it,” he said, “then let the punishment fit the crime.” Marinette looked down at the gun in her hands, she knew exactly what he was asking her to do. She took aim with the gun, her hands shook as she pointed it at the Red Hood. Her eyes were wide, her hands were shaking, she tried to steel herself. She tried to ignore the voice in her head telling her that something wasn’t right. It couldn’t be this easy, there had to be a catch, a struggle, something. She brought her other hand to the gun, trying to hold it steady. She hoped he couldn’t hear her heart hammering in her chest, she tried not to think about how frightened or nervous she was at that moment. Meanwhile the Red Hood remained calm, beckoning her to shoot him. “Come on I’m right, here, need me to draw a bullseye?” he taunted. Marinette squeezed her eyes shut and pulled the trigger, she heard a loud BANG, followed by silence. She slowly cracked open an eye to see her target. “You missed.” Red Hood remarked. Marinette tried to make another shot, but the gun went CLICK, it was empty. She looked down at the empty gun in her hand, before glaring up at the Red Hood.

“Look kid, you’re after the wrong guy. I’m not the one who killed your parents.” he explained.

Marinette eyed him suspiciously “More lies.” she scoffed as she glared at him.

“Fine, but the camera doesn't lie,” he walked over to the laptop on his desk and pushed a button. A projector screen appeared and began playing footage from a camera during that fateful shootout. Red Hood continued typing away, until he found the right camera to see the events unfold. “There, camera 5.” he finished typing and turned to watch the footage with her.

Marinette stared at the footage, her eyes widening in shock. She saw their final moments and it made her heart ache. She watched them go looking for her while she was helping other people as Ladybug. She wondered if she had left those people to die in Park Row, would her parents still be alive and well? She watched her parents run into some mobster with a gun, he tried to mug them. Her father tried using his large size to threaten the mobster, but he had a gun and her father didn't. Tom Dupain was then shot in the head, Sabine held his dead body begging for the mobster to spare her.

Upon hearing her mother’s cries of mercy, Marinette dropped the gun and fell to her knees. Her hands were balled into fists, trying to latch onto the carpeted floor beneath her. There were tears dripping down to her cheeks and clouding her vision. Even so, she could not bring herself to look away, she had to know who this man was. The man then shot Sabine in the head. He ran away, just as the Red Hood showed up on camera to inspect the unfortunate couple who walked past Park Row.

Marinette wailed as the video footage ended, “No more, please no more,” she cried. “<Mom, Dad, I’m so sorry.>” she cried to herself in French.

Jason watched the girl cry her heart out after watching her parents get murdered. He couldn’t blame her, no one could. He sat on his desk, as she continued crying. He brought up zoomed camera footage and a mugshot up on screen. Once he was done he stepped in front of her.

The Red Hood standing right in front of Marinette was enough to stop her from crying, she looked up. “You want the man who killed your parents?” he asked. Marinette could only nod. “Luca Angelo, known associate of the Falcone Crime Family.” he stepped aside and pointed to the mugshot. “Last spotted in the Falcone Slaughterhouse.”

“You want him? We’ll go together at sunrise.” he told her. Marinette stood up and nodded, wiping her tears on her sleeve. “All right Suzie’ll bring you back to your room, they’ll pick you up again later.” Marinette then left the room, escorted by Suzie Su.

Jason looked over at his window viewing the Gotham Skyline. “I know you’re there Batman, come on in, it's unlocked.” Batman emerged from the shadows.

"Isn't she the French girl that was in GCPD a few weeks ago?" Asked Batman, staring straight at Jason.

"Yup" said Red Hood, "Sent back to Paris, if I remember correctly. Came back to Gotham thinking I was the one to kill her parents." Red Hood shrugged and sat on his chair, feet resting on his desk.

“She could have killed you.” Batman pointed out. “It’s nice to know you care, Bruce.” Jason said sarcastically, “You saw what happened there, she couldn’t even get a scratch on me.” he explained. “Not without her powers anyway,” he thought. “She could have killed me...just like how I could have killed the Penguin.” Jason told him. Batman sighed, remembering how Jason explained that the Penguin didn’t really die the night that he shot him. One of these days, Jason was going to give him a heart attack with all the elaborate stunts that he pulled.

"Why are you two going to the Falcone Slaughterhouse?" Batman asked, as Jason poured himself a drink.

"Closure." Jason told him, "You and Dick should know how important closure is when you lose your parents."

"Luca Angelo is dead." Batman stated, "That gang war was unsanctioned by the Falcones, they killed him to appease you and the Maronis."

"You're right, but she'll need to learn that herself.” Jason nodded in agreement, taking a sip of his drink. “At that moment she’ll have to make a choice, whether or not she wants to find peace or let her vengeance spiral out of control?” “That’s quite a risk to take,” Batman pointed out, “what makes you so sure she won’t choose the latter?” His eyes fell on the helmet that lay discarded on the floor. “Call it a calculated risk,” he said “sometimes you just have to give people a chance.” Batman narrowed his eyes, Jason looked back at him over the rim of his glass as he took another sip.

"Fine," Batman relented. "but I'll be there to watch you two." “Say hi to Yo-Yo Girl for me, next time you see her.” Jason said nonchalantly, “She was a huge help getting people to safety that night.” “Yo-Yo Girl?” Batman asked, Jason looked up and cocked an eyebrow. “Sorry, thought she was one of yours,” he said, before finishing the last of his drink. Batman decided not to ask anything more about it, before he crept back into the shadows and vanished. That morning, Marinette opened the Miracle box and took out Tikki’s earrings. Tikki gave her a sad look, “Are you sure about this, Marinette?” she asked in a soft voice. “I saw the man who really killed my parents,” Marinette told her, “if I let him walk free, all this would have been for nothing.” Tikki sighed but had no choice but to comply. “Spots on” she said, she transformed into Ladybug, ready to face the real culprit. When she stepped out onto the rooftop, Red Hood was waiting for her. He turned to see the Yo-Yo Girl who was getting civilians to safety that night, it explained how she managed to avoid meeting her parents’ fate that night. Still, this should be interesting. “So you got a name or is it really just ‘Yo-Yo Girl’?” he asked. “Ladybug,” she told him, “let's get this over with.” she said. Red Hood grappled away and Ladybug followed with a very creative use of her yo-yo.

Later, Red Hood and Ladybug snuck into Falcone Slaughterhouse. The pungent smell of blood gave Ladybug the sinking feeling that livestock wasn’t the only meat that was cut up here. They quietly knocked out the guards as they made their way in. Red Hood pointed to the door with a sign above the said "Foreman". He then kicked the door down, and they quickly subdued the two guards in the room.

"What the fuck?!" cried the foreman as Ladybug ran up and bashed his head with an ashtray.

She wrapped the string of her yo-yo around the foreman's neck. "Where is Luca Angelo?!" she yelled.

"Rat-faced Luca? Motherfucker's already minced meat by now!" the foreman laughed.

"W-what?" Ladybug stuttered, “No, you’re lying!” she yelled. This had to be a trick, he was probably hiding somewhere, relishing in the memory of making her parents feel helpless. She would not be so easily defeated.

"Are ya deaf? He's dead." The foreman drew a gun from his pocket and pointed it at Ladybug. A shuriken then hit the gun, knocking it away from his hand.

Ladybug tightened her grip on the wire. As she was strangling the man her hands shook as rage consumed her. The man gasped and struggled for air, but she held it tight. “Please” he croaked, “have mercy.”

“Why should I show you any? My parents were shown none!” Ladybug growled, baring her teeth. She pulled the string tighter, as if she was garroting the man. She pictured how her parents had suffered, her mother’s cries for mercy echoed in her mind.

“Please...I..have..a..daughter.” The foreman barely managed to speak, he tried to paw at the wire with his hands but it wouldn’t budge. Ladybug paused, she looked at her reflection in the window. She had seen what she had become.

Shame and guilt filled her as the man became limp. She let go of her yo-yo, and released the man. She brought her hands to her mouth as she stumbled back in fear and guilt. What would Tikki, Alya and her parents feel if they knew she had blood on her hands? Her breathing became more rapid as panic set in.

Red Hood calmly walked over, placed two fingers on his neck. “He ain’t dead.” he commented. Ladybug ran, tears streaking down her cheeks. Red Hood didn’t follow, he knew she needed time alone to think. He hoped what she saw was enough to give her closure. He tried to be optimistic that Ladybug would not walk the path of vengeance, but he wasn’t known for his optimism. Roy would have known what to say to her, but thinking of Roy at all made his heart sink.

Ladybug ran, she had no clue where she was or where she was going, she just needed to be alone. She didn’t know how long or how far she had traveled, she just found a secluded rooftop. “Spots off” she muttered, Tikki didn’t say a word as she looked up at her. They sat on the edge of the roof, watching Gotham at night. They both sat in absolute silence, as Marinette came to terms with the tempest of thoughts, guilt and anger that stirred in her mind. She wondered if she could bring herself to use the Ladybug Miraculous again? If she could trust herself not to lash out at innocent people? A part of her began to question if she was even fit to be Guardian of the Miraculous?

“I almost killed an innocent man,” Marinette croaked, tears welled up in her eyes. “I don't know what to do Tikki, the man who killed Maman and Papa is already dead. It still hurts.” she cried harder.

Tikkie floated in front of Marinette’s face. Marinette didn’t even try to look at her through the sheen of tears in her eyes, “Marinette, I know, everyone needs time to grieve and move on.” Tikki told her, trying her best to comfort her.

“How, how can I move on? What should I do now? Go to Shanghai and live there?” Marinette asked.

“Maybe I can help,” came a voice from behind. Tikki zoomed straight to Marinette’s pocket and hid in there. The figure walked up to her and took a seat beside her on the edge of the roof.

The man wore a leather jacket, looked like he was a few years older than her, and he held a takeaway bag with him. She was about to ask who he was until she recognised that distinctive white streak of hair. Her eyes widened as he handed her the bag.

“Go on, dig in,” he said, pushing the bag towards her. She apprehensively took the bag from him until the scent of freshly baked bread hit her nose. “I had a friend make those for you, he’s an amazing chef and baker.” he told her, “Don’t eat his waffles though, they taste like paste.”

Marinette gave a small chuckle at his joke, “Thank you” she quietly said. She opened and tearfully ate the baked goods. They were just as good as her father’s baking.

“There’s not much left for you in Paris, and I know you don’t want to go to Shanghai. Why don’t you stay here in Gotham?” He asked.

Marinette paused to think, she had no plans on what to do after she had her revenge. She had just spiraled into obsession. He was right, she had nothing left in Paris, and Shanghai would be a struggle to start all over.

“I know you’re underage, why don’t I be your Guardian until you’re 18?” He suggested, “Then you can swing away and do whatever you want.” Jason thought she could do a lot worse for a Guardian, besides, Batman and Catwoman weren’t the only ones who were allowed to take orphans under their wing.

Marinette stayed quiet, thinking of her options. It was either Shanghai or Gotham. After a few minutes of contemplation, she nodded her head.

“Name’s Jason, Jason Todd.” He held out his hand.

Marinette shook his hand, “Marinette Dupain-Cheng, but I guess you already knew that.”

“You don't have to call me ‘Daddy’ unless you want to,” Jason Joked. Marinette wrinkled her nose and playfully shoved him away. For the first time since her parents died, she actually smiled. “I’m already a Guardian myself” she said, “but I always wanted an older brother.” “I have one, trust me it’s not all it’s cracked up to be,” he said. They sat in silence for a long moment, “so what’s the story with you and Ladybug?” he asked. “I helped one old guy across the street, and he decided that was a good enough reason to make me a superhero.” she explained, “I had to fight against a villain who was using people’s negative emotions to control them.” “Well, good thing he hasn’t found his way here, plenty of those going around in a city like this.” he said, trying to make her feel better. “How about you?” she asked, “Were you always this big bad crime lord?” She said the last part as if it was merely a facade or the stuff of legend. “My dad was sent to jail when I was a kid, my mom didn’t last that long after that,” he told her, “so I spent a few years living on the streets of Gotham.” “Was it always like this?” she asked, her childhood in Paris was already looking rosier by comparison. “Gotham? Almost certainly.” Jason told her, “When I was 13, I thought I’d be joining my old man in prison sooner or later, before I met the Bat himself.” Marinette’s eyes widened, she remembered hearing Alya gush about Batman and his various sidekicks over the years. “I thought he’d just beat me up for trying to steal the wheels off of the Batmobile, instead he gave me a hot meal and a place to call home.” he told her. “You’re looking at the second Robin,” he said. Judging by the sad smile he had on his face, Marinette could tell this story didn’t have a happy ending. “So, what happened?” she asked cautiously, he took a deep breath as he tried to find the words. On the one hand, the last thing he wanted, the last thing anyone needed, was this girl making the same stupid mistakes that he did. On the other hand, she had been through enough, it would have to be a story for another time. “That’s a story for another day,” he decided “but I promise you, one day I’ll tell it.” Marinette looked down at the city streets before her, it was a far cry from Paris, but maybe one day she would come to see it as home. Batman watched the two of them from a distance and smiled slightly. Maybe this girl would keep Jason from going too far down the treacherous path he was on, much like Tim had done all those years ago after he lost Jason. Only time will tell if that proved to be true, but for now he was pleased to see the two of them getting along. He grappled away, leaving the two of them to talk, laugh and joke with each other.

#jasonettejuly2021 #jasonette #ml x dc #maribat

66 notes · View notes

ella-writess · 3 years

Text

Her Bratty Doll

⚠️ 18+

⛔️ MDLG Relationship – Do your research and Be safe

Synopsis: Mummy Jannet and Little Annaya try out new toys in the playroom, ~surprise handcuffs~ and Mommy's infamous rabbit vibrator. Annaya is pleasured to the brink, but is denied release multiple times.

Tags: @princess-kiki-mwah @shylittleprincess666 @xoxo-bxbydoll @little-princcess @little-bbyg @studish-kitten @sweettoyhana @xstrawberrylolix hope you don’t mind the tag, I think you’ll enjoy 😁💖

Mummy and me have gone out to the grocery store to get some food for our empty fridge, more importantly I needed more snacks for my hungry butt. I had eaten the last of the snacks we had left last night during our movie snuggle date in our cozy tent. The pretty white tent I had begged for and she gleefully bought for our movie nights.

Mummy had strapped me in securely in the cart, my frilly pink dress fluffed out around me. She pushes the cart slowly, scanning the shelves for whatever it is we need. I pout and rest my chin on my hand, utterly bored with the bland food around us.

"Mummy, can we Pwease go to the colorful isle, I want Hunnie nut Chewios." I huff and reach for the sleeve of her coat. My lip juts out in a pout as she chuckles and caresses my cheek.

"Soon, my sweet, Annie." She kisses my forehead before pushing the cart ahead and turning into another bland and boring isle full of yucky veggies and greens. "Can you be a patient good girl for Mommy?"

"Mummy, I want my chewios, you promised." I whine, bouncing impatiently in my seat. Mommy crosses her arms as I grab my bottle and start flailing it around. "I want chewios."

I huff and bang my bottle against the handle of the cart, the loud bang causing Mummy to raise a single bemused eyebrow. I hiccup as she comes down to my level and grips my chin between her fingers.

"Is that a tantrum I'm seeing? My little girl isn't being bratty now, is she?" Her eyes sparkle with a certain glint, the stern tone of her voice shutting me up. I shake my head against her and curl away, not wanting to disappoint my Mummy by being a bad girl.

"I'm sorry, Mama. No tantrums here." I pull my eyebrows up and together, gazing at her through my eyelashes with my rounded eyes. She clicks her tongue at me, two times, signifying I'm on my last straw. "I'll be a good girl from now and be a patient baby, promise."

She pulls back after that, releasing me from her grip as she takes me in for a moment. She crosses her arms over her chest, her intense gaze on me waiting for me to crack. I fidget under her scrutiny before her sweet voice caresses me. "Give Mama a sweet kiss, and I'll forgive you." Her gorgeous smile brightens up her face and brings a giggle out of me.

I press my strawberry lips against hers, giggling and squealing as she plants multiple kisses on my face.

"Mummy!" I squeal as her fingers reach up to graze my sides in an attack. "Momma, stop! That tickles!" I laugh and push at her hands as she pecks myself jaw and neck.

"You're gonna be a good girl for the rest of the day, Do you understand me?" I gasp at the darkened tone playing around and mixing in with the playfulness. Her hot breath tickling my ear and sending shivers down my back.

"Can we please go now?" I plead as I bounce and swing my legs in my seat. "Get me ceweal."

Mama slams me against the wall harshly, her hand coming up to cover my mouth. I whimper beneath her as her nose rubs up and down my jaw to my neck, quivering at the sensitive touch.

“Do you think I’m playing games, Little One?”

I shake my head.

“Excuse? I didn’t hear you.” She nips my neck and my knees buckle.

“N-no, Mama.”

“You’ve tested my patience for far too long, Little Girl.” She grumbled lowly, my aching kitty already throbbing and heated up. “Do you understand me?”

I release a shaken breath, pressing my head against the wall behind me as her hand slithers up my thigh and disappears beneath the frilly skirt. Her kisses pepper all over my neck and collar bone, teasing my sensitivity before her fingers press against my heat. I spread for her, submitting to her at a simple touch.

“To the room.” I whine as she releases me from her torturous yet delicious hold. “In your pretty panties and that special bra you’re wearing. If I don’t see you bent over, blindfold on. Well, you already know the consequences, my Dear.”

She chuckles, her hand coming around to grip my tender rump. I hold in a yelp and flinch as her hand comes down hard in a spank.

“Yes, Mama.”

I gaze at her luscious lips, plump and inviting. I want to feel them in places, feel her hot muscle lapping me up for every last drop of nectar. “Mama, can I kiss you?”

She chuckles, shaking her head before her fingers come up to caress my face and she presses her lips to me. I moan into her mouth as her tenderness engulfs me, her tongue sweeping over my bottom lip seductively — teasing me with her touch. She pushes me against the wall momentarily before flipping up around, leading us backwards as she dominates me.

Her fingers wraps delectably around my neck, her tongue slipping past my lips and filling me with her taste. I attempt to wrap an arm around her, a displeased sound emanating from her chest as she grips my wrist tightly. We fall back into a room, the room, just before she lets me go once more.

“You have five minutes.” She pants against me, stepping back as her gaze lingers on my lips before slipping down and taking in my flustered look.

She closes the door behind her, leaving me a panting and flustered mess to get ready for her. I pushy my hair out of my face before walking to the familiar drawers. The bright pink one, labeled specifically for me, and being the only ones I’m allowed to touch and have ever looked into.

I pull out one of the blindfolds, making sure to match the color to my bright pink undies. I strip of my dress in the corner, folding my dress neatly afterwards. I walk over to the pleasure table, groaning at how high up it’s inclined. I tie a pretty bow knot at the back of my head with the blindfold, whimpering at how exposed the position I’m placed in makes me feel.

With my hands behind my back and my toes stretching as far as they can to hoist me up and over the table in a bent over position, I wait for her. Legs spread, aching core, and squirming legs as my nub begs to feel a touch. My body aches to feel mama on it.

I feel myself slipping back into headspace, small whimpers slipping past my lips just before my hearing picks up on the doorknob jumbling.

“Mama?” I whimper in a soft voice, my tone small and weak. I’m baby, mama. Pwease go easy on me.

I squirm in my position, wanting to be let free so I can find my stuffie and Paci to suckle and snuggle.

“I’ve tried being patient with you, Babygirl. But you’ve been testing me for far too long.” Her controlled voice calls out behind me, the sound of her rummaging through one of the drawers. I hold my breath, my legs quivering as they struggle to keep my small body over the stupid table.

Mama, please hurry. I whine in my head, my kitty aching for her touch. I gasp as I feel the soft velvety on my leg, Mama skimming the toy against my skin. I whimper as the touch leaves, a chuckle emanating from Mama at how pathetic I am for her.

“These hands,” she grips my wrists and something cold and metallic grazes them. “They’ve been far too grabby, thinking they can get ahold of anything they’d like.”

The metal wraps around my wrists with a click, the handcuffs pinning my hands behind my back and leaving me immobile and to her mercy.

“I-I’m sorry, Mommy.” I whimper, tears brimming in my eyes behind the blindfold. “I didn’t mean to—”

I yelp as her hand comes down harshly over my bum, my sensitive skin stinging over where her hand struck me. I press myself against the table, taking in a sharp breath as my heart clenches. I didn’t mean to disrespect mama, I love my mama.

The vibrating from the velvety object starts up my thigh, the small ‘brr’ along with my pleasurable moans being the only sound in the room. I feel the small tips skimming up my leg before it pressed against my heated core, the pleasurable groan leaving me.

“Oh yes, Mama.”

The tips rub and press against my swollen clit, mama working slow and delectably, just the way I like it. I push and rub my bum up against the vibrating toy between my thighs, my dripping wetness soaking up my panties. I ache for her to remove them, to take me completely as hers.

Just as I finish the thought, she pushes my panties aside with the bunny vibrator, pressing it against my vulnerable nub. I hold in a scream as I see white behind my eyes, my body consumed with pleasure and Mama’s presence.

“Look at my Little Girl, is she about to cum for me? “ Mommy’s seductive voice sends shivers down my spine as she whispers into my ear, her tongue brushing up against the tip. “Are you going to cum for me, Bunny? You better not, not without my permission.”

I tug against the cold handcuffs and hold in my pleasurable screams, groaning in defeat as I’m at her mercy. I hear the press of a button before the vibrating against my swollen nub intensifies. Falling against the table, my body heated up and my thighs quivering at the intense pleasure.

“Oh, Mama. Please, let me cum.” I gasp as I feel her fingers brushing up against my dripping core, teasing the hold with the tip of a finger. My body aches for release, to feel her fingers fill and curl inside me. “Please.”

“You’re going to have a long night, Bratty Doll.” She slips her fingers inside me, my knees giving out on me and the pleasurable scream slipping past my lips. The white flash takes over just before I’m about to be pushed over the edge.

“Don’t you dare cum, you haven’t earned the right.”

Find The Entire Collection: Here

102 notes · View notes

everlarkficexchange · 3 years

Text

The Soul Within the Star

Written by: @nightlock-1989

Prompt 133: The victory tour is live-streamed and mandatory viewing for each district. What no one expected however, was for Snow to know Peeta was the words behind Katniss - the one he couldn’t control. When peeta starts talking about rue and thresh in D11, snow issues the command, and everyone is shocked when a bang rings out and a red spot starts rapidly spreading on Peeta’s chest. Reactions and the aftermath! [submitted by anonymous]

I wish I knew who submitted this but whoever it was, I hope you enjoy. I kept glossing over this prompt and then one day I read it again and the story came to me.

Rated T and no beta

The Soul Within the Star

“He can be dealt with,” Plutarch Heavensbee says to President Snow. “As soon as the opportunity arises, we will take it. Knowing him, I think he’ll make a mistake publicly.”

President Snow slowly smiles, twirling a perfect white rose between his fingers. “I’ll issue the order to have them armed and ready. As soon as he speaks a word out of line, he will be eliminated.”

*****

Katniss is having difficulty speaking, so Peeta begins for her. He begins talking about how Thresh showed Katniss mercy and how Rue reminded Katniss of her sister.

Katniss is invested in what he is saying before being startled by a loud bang. She’s looking around to see what the possible source is when she hears a thud next to her. Peeta is laying on the ground. A small red spot on his chest begins to rapidly spread. She is on her knees by his side in an instant, one hand applying pressure, the other caressing his cheek.

“Peeta, look at me. You’re going to be okay,” Katniss assures him, although not quite believing her own words.

“Katniss?” he gasps. One hand covers the one on his chest while the other hand, coated in blood, caresses her cheek.

“Where the hell is the medic?” their mentor yells.

Peeta’s eyes begin closing and Katniss shakes him hard. “Stay awake, Peeta.”

“I’m so tired, Katniss.”

“No, don’t even think about it. You stay with me,” she cries.

He pulls the hand that’s on his chest away and brings it to his lips.

“Always,” he whispers before he succumbs to the darkness.

“NOOOOO!” she screams while thrashing at the Peacekeepers who are pulling her away. She feels a poke in her shoulder and then darkness follows her, too.

*****

When she comes to, she is on a soft bed on the train. She looks to her right and sees Haymitch, sitting in a chair with a bottle to his lips. He senses she’s awake and moves towards the bed, sitting in the empty space.

Haymitch barely moves when he shakes his head.

“Where is he?” she whispers.

“A hovercraft took his body.”

They tell her it was a rebel who shot and killed one half of the star-crossed lovers.

*****

It does nothing to soothe the districts and when the Quarter Quell announcement is made that the tributes will be reaped among the existing pool of victors, Katniss can do nothing but burst into laughter. She has gone mental and is unpredictable since Peeta was taken from her. Hopefully, the President won’t fault her family if someone else kills her, instead of her doing it herself.

Her plan is hindered, however, when Plutarch informs her that if she doesn’t actually try, the President has ordered her mother and sister to be killed. This is entertainment to the Capital citizens after all.

*****

In the arena, Katniss is lured by a beautiful voice, Peeta’s voice, away from the other victors. She leaves them behind, seeking only what she desires most. Finnick races past her when there is a terrifying scream. Peeta’s tortured scream soon follows and the two of them are trapped for one agonizing hour.

“Who was that voice?” she asks Finnick.

Finnick, leans into her ear and whispers, “My Annie.”

While she has no fight left for herself, she is willing to fight so that he can go home and be with his beloved.

*****

She focuses on a star as she’s being lifted by the claw. Her father told her that long ago, before the Dark Days, people spoke of souls going to a place called Heaven, that was up in the sky and where you reunited with loved ones after death and that there was a soul within each star. Maybe she is looking at Peeta’s.

*****

She comes to in the hovercraft but before she can grab the empty syringe, she is poked and feels as if she is being consumed by fire. As her eyes drift shut, she smiles, eagerly welcoming death.

*****

She hears mumbled voices, something about someone needing to rest. The voice offers to stay with her. Fingertips caress her cheek, and she feels lips on the crown of her head. Katniss finally feels whole again, and the feeling is directly linked to whoever this person is. She inhales deeply before reaching for the hand on her cheek.

Katniss hears a sharp intake of breath. “Katniss,” the voice whispers.

She smiles. This is the voice she was hoping would welcome her.

“Katniss,” the voice says louder.

She opens her eyes, her grey one’s looking straight into the most hypnotic blue. Growing up, she thought Prim’s eyes were the nicest shade of blue; however, they could not hold a candle to Peeta’s.

Katniss leans her cheek in closer to his hand. He even smells like cinnamon and maybe dill? She really is finally with him. Peeta takes a moment to wipe the tears from his own eyes.

“You’re really here?” she whispers.

He nods running his hand over the top of her head, smoothing her hair.

“Yeah,” he lets out shakily.

“And we get to stay together forever now?” she asks with a smile knowing that she is finally where she is meant to be.

He leans his forehead against hers. “I will never, EVER, leave you. I promise.”

“Always?” she raises her head slightly, her nose touching his.

“Always,” he assures her.

“I’ve waited so long,” she begins.

“I know sweetheart. I’m so sorry.” Peeta’s hand cup her jaw.

“I can finally tell you,” Katniss says dreamily.

“Tell me what?” he asks, gently rubbing his thumb along her cheekbone.

“I love you, Peeta,” she proclaims, closing the short distance from her lips to his in a light kiss. She pulls back to look at him, noting nothing but adoration. He only offers seconds of respite before he leans down, claiming her mouth with his. Katniss gives in, elated to finally be with her boy with the bread once more.

The kiss turns frantic, each exhibiting possessiveness that can only be quenched by the other. Katniss raises her hand to curl her fingers into his hair while Peeta cradles her jaw. At a slight tug of his hair, Peeta lets out a moan before using his tongue to beg for entrance. Katniss grants entry, their tongues now engaged in a sensual dance.

There’s a beeping in the background that causes Peeta to pull away. He moves to stand but Katniss grips the front of his…jumpsuit?

“No,” she says, terror in her voice. “I’m not letting you leave me.”

“I just have to- “

“No, I love you….so much, Peeta.” The beeping is getting faster. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t say it when you were alive.”

“Alive?” A dawning of realization crosses Peeta’s face but before he can assure her, a team of medical staff rush in barking out orders and pushing Peeta back.

Katniss screams and resists every effort before she is restrained, her heart rate climbing to 180 beats per minute. Peeta is forcibly removed, fighting with everything he has to get back to the woman he loves…. who has finally told him that she feels the same way.

Outside, Peeta collapses to the ground and begins to sob while the brief light in Katniss’s heart goes out.

*****

Eventually Katniss awakes, and there to greet her is someone Katniss is assuming is a doctor.

“How are you feeling, Katniss?”

“Please kill me,” she begs.

“Katniss, I assure you, it is better to be alive.”

She shakes her head, “No…. Peeta is not here.”

“Peeta IS here, Katniss. He’s been here—”

“NO, HE IS NOT. HE BLED TO DEATH IN FRONT OF ME.”

The doctor injects something in her IV. Katniss is sure sleep will come…. but this time it doesn’t. She is just calmer.

“Peeta is alive Katniss. We’re in District 13.”

Katniss opens her mouth to argue, when her sister walks in, smothering her in a hug.

“Prim,” she gasps. Her mother walks in soon after followed by her mentor.

“But I died in the Games,” Katniss says.

“You blew out the forcefield,” Haymitch explains.

“It was all a part of the plan to get the victors out,” Plutarch explains as he casually strolls in.

“I’m alive?” Katniss asks.

Haymitch pinches her hard causing her to yelp and Prim to kick him in the shin.

Katniss breaks down in tears, realizing that while she is indeed alive and safe with her family, the exchange with Peeta had to have been some kind of dream.

“He really is gone,” she gasps.

“Katniss, the boy’s alive,” her mentor says.

She begins shaking her head when someone comes running into the room. She looks up and there is Peeta who crosses the room with purpose before cupping her jaw, a little roughly, and smashes his lips to hers. Katniss grips his wrists tightly, willing him to hold her there forever. The kiss is so intense and full of love and passion that Katniss doesn’t register any of their surroundings. When they pull apart, Peeta once again has tears in his eyes. Some have fallen from his face to mix with Katniss’s own. The only people remaining in the room with them are Plutarch, Haymitch, and the doctor.

“None of this was real?” she questions.

“Peeta getting shot in the chest was real,” Plutarch confirms.

“I can attest to that with how bad it hurt,” Peeta says, unzipping his jumpsuit and pulling up his undershirt. Katniss can see where he was shot, touching the raised and discolored skin with a whisper of her fingertips. Peeta pulls her hand away allowing his shirt to drop before he kisses her fingertips.

“We made sure when we shot him to just miss his heart,” Plutarch adds.

Katniss reels back and is scrambling to attack Plutarch while Peeta holds her firmly back.

“We had the hovercraft standing by to treat him. Snow was going to do something one way or the other and it was better to get him out when we did. He knew that Peeta was a more dangerous threat with his words than you could ever be.”

Katniss relaxes and breathes in Peeta’s scent to calm down. The calmness only lasts briefly before she turns to Haymitch. “Did you know?”

“Sweetheart—”

“DID YOU KNOW?”

Haymitch hangs his head in shame before nodding slightly. Katniss possesses a strength no one knew possible and breaks free from Peeta’s grasp, raking her fingers along Haymitch’s cheek, blood coating her fingertips.

A medical team swarms in but Peeta shields her.

“NO. No drugs. Everyone out.” The room gapes at him. “I SAID OUT, DAMN IT!”

Katniss sobs in Peeta’s arms, collapsing to the floor and dragging Peeta down with her. He lets her cry into his chest while he cradles her body and rocks her back and forth all while keeping an eye on the monitor which is measuring her heartbeat.

Katniss falls asleep, the rocking motion soothing her. Peeta places her back in bed where she sleeps for hours.

When she comes to again, her face is buried in Peeta’s neck, his arm draped across her stomach. She grazes his jaw with her fingers causing him to stir awake.

“You’re alive and here with me. Real or not real?”

“Real,” Peeta says with a kiss to her forehead. “You love me. Real or not real?”

“Real,” she answers before her lips touch his again.

#nightlock-1989 #prompt 133 #springtime edition 2021 #submission

80 notes · View notes

chemist-ana · 3 years

Text

Book: The Nanny Affair

Series: The Red Room

Title: Mercy

Characters: Sam, Ana Schuyler (MC)

Pairing: Sam Dalton (male) x Ana Schuyler (MC)

Rating: 18+

Content/Series Warning: NSFW, Adult Language, Trigger Warning- BDSM

Word Count: 1600

All characters belong to Pixelberry except for my OCs.

A/N: I was listening to Sickick this morning and I came across one of my favorite songs of his and BOOM this scene started playing in my mind. I guess these two were dying to get back into the red room. If you really want the whole experience, listening to this song on repeat while you read this makes it REAL and so fire. Have fun. A huge thank you for the original fic request from @txemrn for inspiring this series. Without her, the sex would be vanilla.

Listen: GOMD by Sickick

“Red room?” I whisper against his lips as we exit the elevator into the empty penthouse.

“You read my mind.” He takes a step back, bending down to pull the silk dress up and over my head. “You aren’t wearing any panties?” He lifts a brow at me.

I give him a cunning smile and his eyes darken. He steps up to me, expertly unhooking my bra and dropping it to the floor before he grabs my thighs and lifts me up into his arms. I smile against his lips as he effortlessly carries me down the hallway.

He pushes my naked back against the door, pinning me between his body and the solid wood. Our heated and impassioned kisses continue as one of his hands leaves my ass and I hear him pull the key out of his pocket. He quickly and efficiently unlocks the door without our lips breaking.

He puts his hand on my ass again, giving it a hard squeeze as I feel the atmosphere around me change. My arms are wrapped around his neck, my hands running through his thick brown curls as an involuntary moan escapes my lips. I was so incredibly turned on that I could feel the moisture pooling in between my legs.

Suddenly, I feel myself falling and I call out in surprise as my back hits the satin of the bed. My eyes open in surprise and he is standing over me. My eyes trail up his body, lingering at the bulge of his desire evident in his jeans. I bring my lower lip in between my teeth as I clench my thighs together.

“How should we play tonight?” His husky voice breaks my fantasy and my eyes fly up to his. His chocolate brown gaze has darkened to the color of obsidian, hooded and heated as he trails over my naked and exposed body. The intensity of his gaze causes all the air to leave my lungs. “Mmmm, I have an idea. Don’t move. Do you understand?”

I nod, still chewing on my lip.

“Answer me, Anastasia.” He growls.

I take a sharp breath. “Yes, sir.”

A devilish grin spreads across his face and need coils in my body.

He pulls his white t-shirt up and over his head, and I whimper at the sight of his chiseled chest and stomach. He turns around and I watch the sway of his hips and the ripple of the muscles of his back as he walks to the chest of drawers.

“Let’s try something different.” He murmurs as he walks back towards me. My eyes are focused on the intensity of his face and I gulp. “Sit up.”

I instantly comply as he removes a silk blindfold from his pocket and promptly ties it around my eyes, removing one of my senses. “Lie back.” Again, I comply, the sensation of the cool satin sheets heightened by my arousal.

I feel the bed shift under his weight and then he gently takes each of my wrists, buckling them into the leather cuffs that are on each corner of the headboard. I pull at them lightly.

“Now, Ana, I want to do something different. Do you trust me?” He takes my ear lobe between his teeth, biting softly, making my breath hitch.

“Yes.” I whisper breathlessly.

“Good girl. Now if this gets too intense, what is your safeword?”

“Red.” I whisper.

Suddenly the room goes quiet as he places a pair of headphones over my ears, removing another sense.

Not only can I not see him, but now I can’t hear him, I can barely hear the sound of my own erratic breath. I have no doubt that the moisture pooling in between my legs is leaving a mark on the sheets.

The sound of Gomd by Sickick starts playing in my ears, loud. The intense opening chant and beat makes a moan escape my lips. Holy shit. I arch my back as I sense his lips at my navel as he presses a soft kiss to my belly button. His hot breath sent goosebumps shooting across my skin. His fingertips trace across my lips and I moan again.

He trails teasing touches down my body, tracing my nipple then continuing further south. He avoids the apex of my thighs, instead sending his fingertips down the outside of my hips and along the length of my legs. My heart is beating so damn hard as my body threatens to shoot over the edge. I writhe under his delicate touch. I feel his fingers wrap around my ankle, and he buckles a cuff around one, then the other.

Then the beat drops on the song and I feel my legs suddenly spread, wide. The spreader bar. He grabs what I think is the bar and pulls me down, my arms straining above my head at the cuffs. I am completely spread-eagle and at his mercy.

I feel more whimpers escape my lips and his presence on the bed is suddenly gone.

I let my mind get consumed by the music as I anticipate what is next.

Then as if in perfect time with the song, I feel the flogger trail up my leg, across my belly, and up one of my outstretched arms. I instinctively try to close my legs as I desperately try to alleviate the building pulses in between my legs, but the bar prevents me from moving, even a little. Then as quickly as it came, it was gone. The heady combination of the music with my senses being blinded are sending me to a place I have never imagined.

He trails the flogger up the length of my body again, this time he stops and teases at my breasts. My skin tickles at the touch and I arch my back. The flogger is suddenly gone, and as the song reaches a climax, he cracks it down hard across my belly.

I cry out. The sensation of sweet agony sending a fresh wave of desire through my entire body.

He must be listening to the same song.

He does it again, but this time across my breasts. He continues to rain down blows that make me moan and cry out with each beat of the song. My body surrenders to the darkness, as a mixture of pain and pleasure take me to a place of erotic heaven.

The song slows to an end and so does the beat of the leather frondes from the flogger.

I can faintly hear my erratic and wild breathing. The yearning I have is filling every fiber of my being.

The song starts again, and I feel the bed shift next to me. Again with the perfect rhythm of the song, I feel his tongue at my hardened nipple, licking and swirling around one while his fingers tease the other one. I groan as again, the combination of the song and his erotic touches bring me closer and closer to an escape.

I am lost, lost to him, lost to the music.

Completely at your mercy.

The chants continue in my ear as he makes his way lower, kissing and licking his way down my stomach, halting briefly at my navel. I arch my back into his touch and I feel his lips turn up in a smile. Then his mouth is finally where I need it the most. I throw my head back as his tongue finds my clit, he bites it softly, eliciting a deep, throaty, moan. My orgasm is within reach as he laps at my wetness. Then he stops.

I let out a breath.

And the song ends and starts, again.

The bed shifts and I feel his breath against my lips and I feel his rock hard cock teasing at my entrance. In perfect tune with the song I am suddenly filled with him, his cock slamming into me, hard. I cry out. But he doesn’t move.

“God, Sam!” I plead.

He starts to move, slowly. So fucking slow. In perfect time with the song, in and out. I feel his labored breath against my lips and I throw my head back as moan after moan escapes my lips.

As the song climaxes so does the thrust of his hips. He starts moving faster and his lips capture mine. His kisses are heated as our tongues dance together, I can taste my arousal. I cry out as my body falls into the most earth shattering orgasm I have ever experienced. Every single one of my nerve endings are on fire as I feel my release in every single part of my body. I cry out as he continues to pump in and out of me, his unrelenting thrusts only extending the blinding pleasure that is filling me. I feel his release as his warmth spreads into me and he stills.

I feel him collapse on the bed next to me and he gently removes the headphones from my ears and the mask from my eyes. I blink in the dim light into his stormy brown eyes.

“Holy shit.” I whisper and his pure and satisfied smile spreads across his handsome face.

“That’s putting it mildly.” His voice husky as he lets out a small chuckle. He stretches to undo my wrists from the cuffs, and he rubs up and down my arms as he lowers them down to the bed. I watch as he takes such gentle care of my body, removing the spreader bar from my ankles.

My breathing slowly comes back to normal. He spreads his body next to mine and I crawl towards him, resting my cheek on the strong planes of his chest. I listen to the strong and fast beat of his heart.

“That was incredible, Sam.”

“You are incredible, Ana.” He runs his hand through my loose hair.

I close my eyes.

Heaven.

Please let me know if you want to be taken off any NSFW fics in the future- I am just using my fic tag list!

Fic Tag list: @txemrn @secretaryunpaid @pixie88 @thefrenchiemama @sfb123 @mainstreetreader @shewillreadyou @khoicesbyk @lady-calypso @choicesficwriterscreations @somersetmummy @melalicious8383 @chrissythadon @shannonwrote @jerzwriter @kat-tia801 @thefirstcourtesan @shanzay44 @queenrileyrose @forallthatitsworth

#the nanny affair #tna sam dalton #tnansfw #choices fanfic writers creations #choices stories we play #choices tna #choicestna #choices sam dalton #m!sam dalton #m!sam x mc

40 notes · View notes

bellafarella · 4 years

Text

Please have mercy on me

This is a short one shot following 11x08 so if you didn't watch it yet then avoid this until you do since there are spoilers in it!

Summary: Mickey can’t believe his eyes. Terry’s dead.

Notes: Hey everyone!

Just thought I'd write a short one shot to fill in a missing scene between when Ian and Mickey find Terry's dead body and then Ian going to the hospital, and what happened when they both were home at the end of it all.

I hope you like this 💖

*********************************

Mickey can’t believe his eyes. Terry’s dead. His eyes instantly fill with tears as he looks at his father - a man who has abused him his entire life, a man who couldn’t put his own bigotry aside to love and accept him for who he is, a man who constantly tried to kill him for being who he is - with a plastic bag over his head, his eyes lifeless, his tongue sticking out slightly from his mouth. Mickey feels Ian’s hand touch his shoulder from behind him and the tears just fall from his eyes, sliding down his cheeks. He sniffles and Ian turns him around and wraps him into his arms. Mickey lets himself be embraced by the strong and comforting arms of his husband, letting the tears fall as he cries silently in the crook of Ian’s neck.

Ian’s hand moves up and down his back, soothing him as he holds him tight, whispering into his ear, “I’m here. I love you. We’ll get through this together,” over and over in the softest voice.

A ringing blares through the silence of the moment and Mickey tries to pull away. Ian doesn’t let him so Mickey says, “Ian, answer your phone.”

Ian lets Mickey go so that he can grab his phone from his pocket. “It’s Carl,” he says looking at the screen.

“Answer it,” Mickey nods, wiping away a tear from his eye as he turns back around to look at his lifeless father. He can barely register anything Ian’s saying on the phone to his brother after he answers the call with, “This isn’t a good time.” Mickey’s too caught up in his own mind as he continues to look at Terry. He’s wanted his father dead for - God, he can’t even remember how long. The first time he ever thought about his father dying was when he was only four and Terry beat the shit out of his mom. He wasn’t in the room but he could hear her wails and cries, her pleads for him to stop. He curled up in Mandy’s bed with her, holding her close as she cried in his arms. She was only two, and he was only four, and all he could think was please God, kill dad. From them on, everything just got worse. His mother died and Terry focused his abuse on him and Mandy instead. Mickey thought every day how he wished something would land on his head and kill him, or a deal would go bad and he’d get shot, or he’d get put away in prison for the rest of his life. Those thoughts intensified when Mickey realized he’s gay. He knew he could never let Terry find out or he would murder him. He lived years of his life afraid that his father would kill him. He pushed Ian away because of that fear. In the last few years, Terry has tried to make him miserable every step of the way and now that he finally got what was coming to him, Mickey has no idea what to feel. He feels relieved but he also feels devastated. He worked so hard to make sure Terry was being taken care of in his state even though he didn’t deserve it. Mickey vowed that he would be better than his father. He wanted to be a better man, a better husband, a better father one day. Hearing Terry tell him just hours ago that if Mickey wasn’t gay - that he wasn’t who he is - he would have been a decent son. Those words tore Mickey’s heart in half because all he’s ever wanted was to be loved and accepted, and he knew he would never get that, even if he wasn’t gay. Terry was a hateful, spiteful, evil man, and Mickey knows deep down that that would never have changed.

“Mick?” he hears Ian say before he touches his shoulder. Mickey turns around to look at his husband's face, his soft green eyes looking at him with so much love and compassion. “There was an incident at Liam’s school with Frank. Carl brought him to the hospital, everyone’s headed there now.”

“You should go,” Mickey says instantly.

“No, I’m going to stay with you-”

Mickey shakes his head, “No, you should go, be with your family.”

“You’re my family,” Ian tells him, his hand coming up to caress Mickey’s cheek, wiping away some more tears with his thumb.

Mickey smiles at him softly. “I know, but your siblings need you.”

“But-”

“I need to handle this,” he says, nodding his head back towards his fathers dead body behind them. “I’ll be okay, Gallagher. I’ll see you at home later.”

“Are you sure?” Ian asks, his eyes searching Mickey’s.

Mickey shrugs his shoulder, “Not really but we both have responsibilities to our fuckhead fathers so I’ll be fine.”

Ian nods, letting out a deep breath. He leans forward and kisses Mickey’s forehead softly before pressing his forehead against his, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Mickey whispers back.

Ian pulls back to look at him, his hand still holding his face. “I’ll see you at home. Call me if you need anything. I’ll be quick, promise.”

“Okay.” And with that Ian rushes out the door to head to the hospital. Mickey takes a deep breath before turning back around to see Terry.

Sister Mary-Luke comes back into the house and she explains what happened. Terry was rude, vile, and just plain evil. He also begged her to be taken out of this life. “He was an evil man and did not deserve the patience and love you were giving him,” she tells him. “He begged for mercy and - well, this isn’t a life worth living, my child. It had to be done.”

Mickey nods, his eyes filling with tears again. He doesn’t blame her. Terry has been begging to die since his shooting. Mickey just never expected it to happen like this and definitely not today.

Mickey’s glad Ian took the ambulance so it makes it easier for him to call 911. Mickey removes the bag from Terry’s head and closes his eyes and mouth, propping him back up. The EMTs come and Mickey explains how he just arrived back to check in on his father and found him like this. He sent the nun home before they arrived, and he said that he thought his cousins were here watching him. They declared him dead and Mickey bit his tongue from saying no shit. They explained that they would bring his body to the mortuary and that Mickey can go by tomorrow to deal with his body and any plans he has for his funeral.

Mickey thanks them when they leave with his father’s dead body before walking back home. For the first time in a very long time, the house is empty. There’s no life, no sound, nothing that makes this house a home. Mickey trudges up the stairs and makes his way into his room. He strips down before going to take a hot shower. Thankfully there is still hot water and he uses it up as he lets himself cry and cry, letting the water wash away his tears.

He crawls into bed in his boxers and a black tank top, with his phone. He texts his idiot cousin who abandoned him today to tell him Terry’s dead. He also tries calling Mandy. She doesn’t pick up so he leaves her a quick voicemail, “Hey, it’s - uh, it’s Mick. Listen, Terry’s dead. Call me when you can.” He tosses his phone on the bedside table before pulling the covers over his head and praying he can fall asleep and forget this day happened.

Mickey wakes up to the feeling of someone curling up behind him. The covers are no longer consuming him so he turns around to see Ian in bed beside him, he’s in his boxers and a t-shirt too, his eyes so soft as he looks at him. “Hey,” he says, his voice horse.

“Hi,” Ian whispers back. “You okay?”

Mickey shrugs. “They took his body to the mortuary. I can go there to deal with it tomorrow.”

“We will go there to deal with it. I’m sorry, I didn’t stay with you,” Ian tells him.

Mickey reaches for his face, pulling him closer. “Don’t be,” he says before kissing Ian softly on the lips. Ian kisses him, his hand pulling him in by the waist. That’s as far as it goes before they just rest their foreheads together. “How’s Frank?”

“He has dementia from being a drunk,” Ian tells him with a sigh.

“Shit.”

“Yeah…”

After a few silent moments, Mickey asks, “Is Liam okay we missed his thing?”

Ian smiles softly which makes Mickey feel a bit better. “He understands. He won the iPad.”

“No shit,” Mickey chuckles. “Good for him.” Ian nods, his smile faltering slightly. “Hey,” Mickey says softly, his hand hooking under Ian’s chin so he looks at him, he has his own tears in his eyes. “Today has been a shitty fucking day,” he says. Ian snorts out a wet laugh before Mickey continues, “But we’ll get through it, together.”

“I should be telling you this,” Ian says, sadly.

“You did, now it’s my turn,” Mickey says softly, caressing his cheek. Even though Frank isn’t Ian’s biological father, he’s been the only father he’s ever had. Frank was a neglectful, alcoholic, junkie, asshole of a father but now that he’s slowly losing his mind, it’s going to be a lot for the Gallaghers to handle, especially his husband, and Mickey is going to be there for him just like he knows Ian will be there for him as he goes through all his feelings and all the planning of his father’s passing.

“I love you,” Ian says softly.

“I love you,” Mickey says back before curling up against Ian’s chest, feeling his arms wrapped around him again. The two of them both silently cry in each other’s arms, letting all the misery they’ve felt for years growing up with abusive fathers and all the sadness they feel over what has and is happening to them, just wash away as they comfort each other, knowing that even through all this pain, there will be light and happiness again, because they have each other, always.

#my fic #shameless 11x08 #shameless s11 #shameless spoilers #ian x mickey #gallavich #gallavich fanfiction #gallavich fic #gallavich fan fic #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #also on ao3 #read on ao3 #ao3 fanfic #shameless us #gallavich spoilers #tw death

64 notes · View notes