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[itsdappleagain]

greetings carmen sandiego angst/whump lovers. carmen art be upon ye

[befuddled-calico-whump]

The Soiree (part four)

@whumptober No. 4: “You in there?”

cw: manhandling, adult language

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"Hellooo?"

Alexei forced his eyes open at the word, spoken close enough that it made his eardrum buzz. It didn't stick. The world around him wouldn't hold still, and he couldn't stand to look at it, couldn't stand to be aware.

His eyes slipped closed.

"Hey!"

A hand tightened in his hair, forcing his head up. "I'm talking to you. You in there?" A disgusted sigh, and he was dropped again. "Ugh, show a little respect."

(Decked, resurrect, reflect.) It was hard to make sense of anything that was going on. What happened?

He'd passed out, somehow; he was drunk and in pain, but when wasn't he? He was indoors. The man from before was crouched beside him, trying to rouse him—

The man from before.

The party. Fuck, he was still at the party.

The man beside him flicked his cheekbone. Lex hardly flinched, wondering if Uriah would punish him if he reacted in self-defense. He wouldn't even attack, just let his body become too hot to touch, just push the guests away so he could rest.

But no, Uriah's shoes were a few feet behind the man, tapping impatiently, as if he were also expecting Lex to stand up and walk it off.

Stand up and let them have another go.

His chest tightened at the notion. What had he done to deserve this? ...Enough. But what had he done to deserve this from these people?

He'd understand if it was coming from a victim's loved one, from a hero who thought it was their duty, from a civilian who looked at him and saw a monster.

Here, it was without reason. A demonstration of power for those who already held so much; puppetmasters tugging greedily at a marionette.

"Uriah," the man whined above him. "He's not—"

"He's awake," Fox cut him off. "You just need to give him more motivation." Lex could hear the smile in Fox's voice as he continued.

"Why not try the shock baton again?"

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[tharatorns]

Back in the day, the ancestors of Emmalians were very fond of social gatherings and dancing. One of their long-standing traditions is switching partners while they dance. Switching partners? That's correct. All attendees would continuously change dance partners. It's a tradition that you ought to be familiar with.

THE NEXT PRINCE | EPISODE 4

[missbunnybunny]

『𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘.』

𝕿𝖜: somno, yandere, stalking, breaking and entering, fem-reader,non-con, manhandling, dubcon, overstim, Pervert!choso.«🛑𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸🛑» I think that's all.

NOTE: I don't know what I wrote. Not edited. Let me know if I missed anything.

You're desperate for a roommate. Entering your first year of college, you decided to find an off-campus apartment.

Thus, the reason why you're so desperate, you can't pay the bills yourself!

A friend recommended posting an advertisement online. So you did just that, asking for a roommate close your age.

Choso answered your ad, and after some questions, you decided that he was perfect. He was majoring in forensic.

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊!𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔: Who convinced you to get cameras for the apartment. " It's to make sure nothing happens. I wouldn't twant you getting hurt." He assured you.

But he doesn't tell you that he set up a few small ones in your room. He didn't want a random man with you in there.

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊!𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔: who has a collection of videos of you changing. His favorites are when you try and fail to muffle your moans when you pleasure yourself.

He strokes his length at the same pace your fingers pound your hole. Whimpering your name with a fucked out face.

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊!𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔: Gets brave and enters your room when you're deep a sleep. Removing the covers and taking pictures of your figure.

Your sleeping choices are an oversized t-shit and shorts. The shirt scrunched up, making you look delicious.

Fuch his getting hard just thinking about it.

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊!𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔: Who for nights on end just takes pictures of your clothed figure. Until it's not enough, he lifts your shirt and moans softly when he sees your perked up nipples.

Taking pictures of his hands squeezing your soft mount, his cock in between them. An electric pleasures shot throughout his body, at the feeling.

He takes pictures of his mouth around your cute lil nipples.

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊!𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔: Who slides your shorts just enough to see your clothed flower. He runs his finger against your slit, feeling a sticky pool form.

Who can't take it and uncovers your cunt, taking up close pictures. Some spreading your folds, some with his tip kissing your entrance.

He takes videos of how he ate you out like you were a 5 star meal.

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊!𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔: Who takes a video of his length rubbing against your fold, your honey coating his member as his hips buckle.

"Y/n-Ah- s-so good." He mumbles in a trance. His self-control slipped with every movement.

He knows it's wrong. But you feel so good to stop.

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊!𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔: Who takes his length and slowly begins to slit you open, sleepy moan and whimpers left your lips. Choso records the action, a perfect view of where you both connect.

He slowly fucks you, until he feels your walls flutter and constrict around him. He had to bite his shirt to stop himself from waking you up.

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊!𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔: Who has you coming on his cock, he want to desperately cum inside you but he pulls out before he spills his seed on your stomach.

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊!𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔: who cleans you and puts your clothes back. He exists your room, and he turned to his so he could masterbate to the video over again.

God, your face was so devine, drooling, and with your back arched. He wished he could fuck you silly, and have you past out around his length.

He secretly made your pleasured filled face his wallpaper.

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊!𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔: Who pretends he didn't fuck your sleeping body and carries on like normal. He continues to fuck you in your sleep, he feels a sense of pride when you complain about being soar the next morning.

You were doing homework in your room when your computer died. "Choso, can I use your computer?" You asked as you exited your room.

Choso called out in the affirmative from the living room. Entering choso's room, you quickly found his computer.

It was a large desktop with two screens. Signing into your Google docs, you continued your writing.

While typing your hand accidentally moved the mouse, opening a tab. Quickly going on to close it, not wanting to invade choso's privacy.

You froze, staring back at you was a video. One that had a setting that looked like your room, with shaking hand, you pressed play.

It was a view of someone entering your room before your sleeping figure came into view. You watched as choso began to touch your body.

The door to choso's room opened, and in walked the man himself.

Choso looked froze in his spot while you looked at him horrified. The video plays in the background.

Everything becomes a blur. Your body springs out of the chair. As choso moves closer to you, you make a room for the door.

But he catches you. His hand covers your mouth, and the other holds your waist, intrapping your arm.

Choso threw you both onto the bed, your body displayed on top of his. He kept you caged so you couldn’t run from him.

" shh, shh. It's okay, you know I wouldn't hurt you."He whispers seductively into your ear.

You try and struggle your way out of his grip, tears treating to fall. Your ass rubbed against his crotch and onto his growing bulge.

His hips thrust involuntary, in search of any pressure he could get. He whimpers in your ear, making you flush.

His hand that was wrapped around your waist slipped to your shorts. He tugged them down, gaining a startled yelp from you.

His fingers danced over your slit before plunging into your gummy walls. His pace was rough, making your back arch and muffle moans.

He can feel as your greedy hole clamps on his fingers. His palm rubs over your peal. It was over stimulating, and your eyes began to cross.

Your mind is going blank, stars behind your eyes. So much was happening at once, choso was finger fucking you while he humpped you like he was a dog in heat.

Trying to seek any pleasure he could from you.

He whispered, moaning your name, calling his good girl. The coil in your tummy snapped, and you twitched and convolced around his fingers.

Choso freed his hard on. Without warning, his tip began to kiss your entrance before he thrusted into you.

Your body twitched forwards, trying to escape the stimution, but choso's hand over your mouth was firm. Keeping you in place.

Your moans were like angelic calls to him, begging him to continue.

His shaft assaulted your G spot as he plunged roughly into your warmth. His hand snaked around your waist again, giving him a stable hold.

The new grip made it easier for him to abuse your womb. With every thrust, his length and girth made you stuffed.

His movements became uncoordinated as he reached his high. Your tummy tightened as the coil started to tighten.

Your mind was becoming mush, too cock drunk to think right. Choso rubbed your clit before giving it a pull.

The action broke you, pleasure electrocuted your brain, snapping your coil, and you came undone top of choso.

Choso removed his hand from your mouth, gripping your waist tightly as he pounded into you before stuttering and painting your warn walls white.

Unfiltered moans and whines left your over pleasuered body. Choso turned your face towards him and kissed you.

It was a hungry kiss, and he pumped more of his warm seed into you. Giving you a few more thrusts to make sure you didn't spill a single drop.

"Ah-G-good girl. So good f-for me." He says out of breath, almost slured before he pulled out.

His seed and your honey mixed into a puddle into the sheets. By now, you had passed out.

"Next time, let's do a sex tape." He chuckles at your sleeping face.

[cimarronshero]

i just want to be manhandled please. pin me down with your bodyweight. hold my hips to set the pace while i grind against you. take my wrists and put them over my head. rut into me as you keep me in a mating press. grab me and flip me over my stomach. don't let me think. just make me take it like your good boy.

[grenadehearts]

i thank god every fucking day for timeskip kiri bc do y'all see this???

HIS ARMS. HES SO FUCKING HUSKY BRO OH MY GODDDDD. fuck he's so huge he could strangle me with his biceps.

[rinhaler]

Thinking about plug! Sukuna saying "tell me you want this princess" and "say you fucking need me bitch" desperately when you don't respond :/

I can't write him anymore in this AU bc every time they fuck I want to tell him we love him but we CAN'TTTTTTT

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, dubcon, smoking weed (implied), cheating, manhandling, size difference, slight pining, spanking, degradation, dry humping, vaginal sex, pet names (princess), hair pulling, he slaps u 🫶🏽 ++ squirting !

words: 1.5k

“What are you doing here?” you ask, attempting to close the door before he can come in. He smirks, managing to stick his foot between the door and the frame before you can shut it. “You can’t be here, Sukuna.”

He rolls his eyes, pushing his way inside and making himself at home. You lock the door quickly after him, standing with your arms folded as you watch him investigate your apartment. You can’t tell if he’s amused or disgusted, and it makes you wonder why he’s here at all.

“You really are a trust fund baby. Aren’t ya?” he smirks. “Here.”

Your eyes never leave him as he approaches your kitchen table, tossing a bag of weed down onto it. You stare, long enough for him to scoff as if insulted. And then you look at him, looking right back at you. There’s an expression of his face that you can’t quite read, and the silence between you builds and builds.

“What is this?” you ask.

“Weed. I thought you’d know that by now, you smoke enough of mine.” he says, it’s casual but not quite playful enough to be sincere. So you huff, folding your arms across your chest as you consider what to say next. “Don’t worry,” he starts.

“Well I am worried because you always want something from me when you give me weed.” you sigh. “Like a kiss or—”

“Heard you and Yuuji were arguing.” he interrupts you. “Thought you might need something to relax. I don’t have a motive… just trying to—”

“Trying to get your dick wet again, I’m not stupid.” you interrupt him right back. He looks at you, and this time you can read his expression clearly. There’s annoyance across his features plain as day, but you see traces of hurt, too.

Is it possible? Is it really possible for him to extend a kindness to you with no ulterior motive? It’s hard to believe. It’s hard to take seriously when you know the type of person he is. You don’t even really like each other. You’ve gone from hating each other to tolerating each other for Yuuji’s sake.

And still, you feel sorry for him.

He came all of this way, and you’ve hardly been a good host thus far. You sigh, sitting at the kitchen table. The weed must be his idea of a peace offering, so you shrug. He moves from leaning against the table to sitting on the seat opposite to you, watching you carefully as you decide what your next move is.

“I— I don’t even know how to roll.” you confess.

“… I can do it for you.”

Your laughter is infectious enough to make Sukuna laugh too. You’ve been watching old episodes of SpongeBob for an hour, and you can’t believe how long it’s been since you watched it. You always thought it was funny as a kid. But you hadn’t expected it to be even funnier as an adult.

But maybe you’re just high.

“Sukuna?” you say, it’s quiet in comparison to your laugh. But he hears it clear enough, looking down to where your head is rested in his lap. He nods to tell you to continue, but looking up at his harsh red eyes and chiselled jaw makes you nervous. “Why did you really come over?”

He clears his throat, taking a final drag of his blunt before stubbing it out in the nearby ashtray. His eyes can barely meet yours as he searches for the confidence to tell you the truth.

“I just wanted to see you.” he confesses.

You turn off the TV and sit upright. You’re sitting beside him, and now, he can’t take his eyes off you. A squeak leaves you as he dares to pull you closer to him, so close that you’re straddling him.

You hate yourself.

You want to kiss him.

He smirks at the little internal conflict that’s plastering itself across your face. His hands smooth up your sides, one travelling further to take a firm grasp of the back of your neck. His hold is strong, but not forceful. Just enough to keep you in place and maybe bring you closer to him and he leans in to kiss you.

And you let him.

Your lips lock and you moan as he helps you grind down onto his growing bulge. He smiles against your lips as your mouth opens just enough for him to slip you some tongue. A primal growl rips through him as he feels your warm, clothed cunt rub against him just right.

“Tell me you want this, princess.” he says quietly before kissing you again.

You don’t respond, focusing on kissing him back and getting yourself off like a horny teenager. Your hands cup his face, and you continue to roll your hips against him pathetically. Heavy breaths and wanton moans leave you as you proceed to chase the feeling and carry on giving Sukuna what he wants just as desperately.

You do want this.

Your pitiful display can attest to that.

His hands wander again to squeeze your ass, Sukuna’s own moaning at the mere feeling of your pussy soaking his sweats should be enough to make him feel ashamed. He doesn’t care, though. Not when your lips are on his and your entrance is just two layers of fabric away.

He rests his head on the back of the couch, allowing you the time to tell him. Really tell him how much you crave him.

But you don’t.

Not a single word.

His eyes grow darker, more impatient. Could he be wrong? The way you’re using him tells him otherwise, but he wants you to tell him. He needs you to. A hand spanks hard against your ass cheek before he moves it to slap you across the face.

And it shocks you.

His other hand wraps around your hair and forces you closer to him again. Noses almost touch as he looks at you like a meal to be devoured by an animal in the wild.

“Say you fucking need me, bitch.” he demands.

You can’t tell if you’re nodding on your own or if he’s doing it himself with your hair. But you crumble, for him. Spilling your desire and crumbling under his stare, admitting your deepest shame.

“I n-need you, Sukuna,” you bite your lip. “Please.”

He reaches under your skirt to move your panties aside. His patience is thin, he just wants to feel you. He quickly pulls his cock out from beneath his sweats, lining his thick tip up with your dripping hole.

“Fuck.” you gasp, eyes watering as he repeatedly dips in and out of you.

You screech as he forces you down on his length, and he grunts at the sensation of your cunt forcing itself to accommodate his girth. He’s loud, and he doesn’t care in the slightest. This is what he wanted all along.

This is always what he wants.

He helps you ride him, even fucking up into you shallowly to help hit the spongy spot deep inside that always makes you delirious. The spot only he can hit. Not some random guy. Not his little brother. Just him.

“That’s it, princess,” he praises you, noting by your pretty face and spasming cunt that you’re nearing your demise. He’s not much better, either, ready to coat your insides at any given second. He’s holding off, though. He needs you to cum first. “Let go, make a mess for daddy. Go on.”

“C-Can’t—” you tell him. The stretch is glorious and the feeling of his pretty tip battering your g-spot is perfection personified. But it’s too much. It’s too much to focus on and ground yourself to really enjoy and let yourself go. You’re struggling to take him. You can’t give him what he wants and—

He forces your little crop top up to rest beneath your collarbones, quickly sucking and kissing your nipples between his soft lips. His tongue laps at them. And God he’s wasted being a fucking drug dealer.

He should be a porn star.

He pulls away as you clamp around him, throwing your head back from the blissful feeling as your cunt soaks him. Your squirt all over him, turning light grey sweats dark as you almost scream through the feeling of your release.

The sight is more than enough to make him finish. His balls tighten and cum coats your insides as he finishes with you fully seated on his cock. Sukuna’s arms hug tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he empties himself in your womb.

He slowly continues to make out with your tits when it’s over. His energy spent but still desperate to feel you, please you, hear you in any capacity. The overstimulation drives you wild, you do all you can do wriggle away but it’s hopeless.

Sukuna is stronger than you’ll ever be, and you’ve given him full control of your body.

© 2024 rinhaler

[autocrats-in-love]

Prompt (505)

“Where are they?” The villain demanded.

There was a dark look in their eyes as they scanned the room for the hero. The villain’s henchman smiled, pleased with themselves.

“I’m holding them in a cell deep below ground level,” the sidekick said. “There’s no way they’re getting out.”

The villain crossed the room and grabbed the henchman’s collar. The villain’s tone was dangerous as they spoke. The henchman gulped.

“Let. Them. Go. Or you won’t live to regret it. Got it?” The villain said dangerously.

“Y. . .you got it boss,” the henchman stuttered.

[spanishsenpai]

Whumptober 2023 - Day 5

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

This chapter isn't my favorite but I hope y'all enjoy anyway.

Read it on AO3 if you'd rather! :D

There wasn’t a window in Aitor’s room/cell. There wasn’t a clock either. He was pretty sure he was getting three meals a day though so it had likely been only a week since he’d been brought here. 

It took Waltz another day of starving him and giving him an injection to determine that he wasn’t about to keel over and die. After that, he got a new room, the one he was currently in. There was a mattress with a few blankets and his very own bathroom. 

Such luxury. It pissed him off. 

Apparently he was doing better than Waltz had hoped for though since he’d attached a heart monitor to him, the kind that he’d been forced to wear like a necklace. If it dipped too low or high Waltz would come in to make sure he wasn’t trying to kill himself. 

He’d tried to take it off once, sick of being treated like a child. Waltz had nearly broken his hand and withheld his next few meals. For some reason, he felt it was related to whatever these injections were, he could hardly stand being hungry for as long as he knew he could handle. A day without food felt like triple the time. Not to mention the random headaches he would get now. Waltz never answered any questions about it when Aitor tried to ask. 

The marks on his arm were growing in number turning his forearm into an ugly sight of what he assumed was the infection. Even worse, it was all over his rank tattoo. If he got out of here there would be no hiding it. It was all so frustrating and if he thought about it too long, his heart would race and Waltz would barge in to make sure he was alive. 

His other arm wasn’t spared either. A couple days ago, Waltz had begun drawing blood from him. Lots of it. Multiple times a day. He could hardly pace around his room before he felt lightheaded and had to sit down which further aggravated the headaches. The food he was given wasn’t really the right kind to replenish the lost blood, not that there was much beef or orange juice left in the apocalypse. 

He sighed, trying not to get worked up about it. There was nothing to do but think though. He was so used to being active: patrolling, training, making repairs. There was so much restless energy in him now. Even being forced to lie down lest he pass out, he was tapping his foot on the cold ground. 

Hopefully his boredom would be relieved soon. There should be some food coming around this time, if Aitor’s stomach could be trusted with that sort of thing. Maybe he’d stop feeling woozy enough to do some sit ups or squats. He was avoiding arm workouts since the injections on his left arm made the muscles incredibly sore. 

Aitor sat up as the doorknob clicked. He made sure to have a glare set on his face as Waltz came into the room. The glare deepened when the man lacked a plate of food in his hand. 

“What’s this then?” He snapped, standing up on his mattress. “You’ll take all this blood and then starve me?”

Aitor hated that Waltz seemed pleased when he argued with him. “It’s time to get ready for your next dose. Luck for you, I’ll be lessening the time you need to go without food for it. You’re finally adjusting. Soon enough, your body will be able to fight off the added infection without needing to be starved.”

Aitor scoffed. He didn’t want to be here that long. 

“You should be pleased. Most of my subjects don’t make it this long, especially not with as much functionality as you.”

“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

As usual, Waltz didn’t answer. Aitor threw his hands up, frustrated. “So what? You came all the way here to tell me that?”

“We’ll be making repairs to the generators, so you will stay outside until the repairs are done.”

Outside? Aitor’s eyes widened. He hadn’t imagined being able to see it again so soon. He wasn’t about to complain though. 

“Well? Let’s go,” Waltz called.

Aitor was too eager to see the sun to be annoyed. The fresh air would hopefully help curb his jittery nerves. As he approached the door, Waltz grabbed the back of his shirt before leading him away. Aitor bit down the insults he wanted to bark, not wanting to lose this opportunity, besides Waltz wouldn’t be affected by any attempt he made to get away. 

He was led down several flights of stairs. All the hallways were empty which surprised him a bit. Where were all the Renegades he’d heard outside his room?

The thought was wiped from his mind as they approached a set of double doors with sunlight shining through them. As he stepped outside, he had to cover his eyes as he was blinded for a minute. It didn’t take long for him to recover and take a deep breath of fresh air. There was a slight sour smell he didn’t recognize but it didn’t matter. 

They could fix that generator forever in his opinion. 

His earlier question about the Renegades was answered now though. Quite a few of them were out here, patrolling and talking around a fire. It was then he realized this was a bandit camp. He looked at the surroundings, finding he didn’t recognize these buildings. Where the hell had they taken him?

Waltz was still pulling him along. Aitor, to his endless frustration, was getting tired. He was still recovering from the latest blood drawing. He kept questions to himself though. There would be time to curse Waltz out later and he’d walk as far as he needed to to stay out here longer. 

Where they ended up almost made him want to turn around and go back to his cell. He’d been led down a set of stairs to a garden rooftop that was about 5 meters shorter than the surrounding ones. It wasn’t very big and the top was covered in chicken wire. The only entrance or exit was the set of stairs they’d taken to get down here, which was blockaded by metal doors they had installed. 

It was a glorified cage. He bristled as he looked up and saw some Renegades had already gathered to stare down at him from above. 

“You will stay here. Try to escape and they,” Waltz gestured above them, “will tranquilize you.”

“I’m not a fucking zoo animal!” He finally snarled.

Waltz stared down at him. “We can always skip this part and go right to the tranquilizers.”

Aitor choked down the reply he wanted to give. This was fucking demeaning but at least he was able to experience being outside. He scoffed, crossing his arms, and glared at Waltz. 

The man had the audacity to look pleased. “Thought so. I’ll collect you before dark.”

He left then, locking the metal doors behind him. This was ridiculous. With all these Renegades around, where would he go? Did Waltz really think he was capable of escaping after struggling down the stairs?

Whatever. He was here now. He set to exploring this little garden. The ground was mostly dry dirt and weeds but there were occasional patches of flowers and a bench to sit on. The surrounding buildings were also tall enough to see from here so he was able to watch the small amounts of movement from the infected in them. There was more to entertain him here than his room at the least. 

He sat down next to a patch of long grass and plucked pieces of it to tie together. He was too shaky to run laps around this area but he’d seen some of the Bazaar folk weaving grass and thought he could remember enough to make something.

His stomach growled after sitting there long enough to have made a small grass square. He rolled his eyes. He shouldn’t feel this hungry yet. 

In reality, being hungry wasn’t what was really bothering him. Not when he was faced with having to take another injection. The hours leading up to it, he was tired and weak and after, his body was so sore and every vein seemed to feel like hot lava racing through him. He glanced at the marks on his arm again before tugging both of his sleeves down. He didn’t have to look at it. Maybe the less he did so, the better he’d feel. 

When he’d made a grass pad barely big enough to sit on, one that was a little ugly and bumpy, he set it on some dirt and laid back on the ground to use it as a sort of pillow. His arms rested behind his head so he could see the few tall buildings around and clouds passing by. 

Aitor sighed. This was almost peaceful. If he could block out the Renegades’ noise he could pretend he was somewhere else taking a quiet moment for himself. He should probably count himself lucky since they seemed to not be interested in him at the moment. 

He’d started to zone out while staring at the sky, the occasional bird or one of the Renegades above would have his eyes darting to the movement but it didn’t last. The thing that caught his attention this time though was something much larger than a bird. It almost looked like a human gliding on one of those paragliders the people at the Fish Eye sometimes had. Peacekeeper armor was too heavy to consider trying to adapt to the mode of transportation. 

His eyebrows rose as the figure landed on a building and began running on the outside scaffolding. They would glide and climb and run until Aitor realized their destination must be the camp. They jumped to a building right next to the bandit camp and crouched, clearly trying not to be spotted. Aitor wasn’t surprised the Renegades hadn’t seen the figure. They didn’t look up a lot and sounded like they were busy having some kind of brawl. 

Aitor squinted up at the person, trying to make out if he knew them. He bolted upright, eyes wide as he began to recognize features. Was that… was that Aiden?

He’d thought Aiden had died with the rest of his squad, an event he had done his best not to think about. That was definitely the Pilgrim up there though. He had his binoculars out and was scouting the camp’s surface. 

Surely he wasn't thinking about raiding it? Not by himself?

A small part of Aitor hoped that, yes, he was. He’d seen Aiden do impossible things. He hated Waltz as well so surely there would be an opportunity to escape. 

Jesus Christ, Aitor thought, anxious with the potential of freedom being so close. Look here Pilgrim. 

He almost stood up, but didn’t want to draw attention to Aiden’s position. He should probably stop staring at him like a kid who’d just seen his first mall Santa. It physically pained him to tear his gaze away though. If he wasn’t watching Aiden then how could he be sure the other was still there?

He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply as he brought his knees under his elbows. He needed to calm down. His heart was racing so fast Waltz might-

“What are you doing?” A Renegade screeched, slamming the door closed behind him. 

Aitor tensed but didn’t turn around, feigning aloofness. “What the hell does it look like I’m doing?” He snapped. 

Multiple footsteps came closer to him until a hand was suddenly snatching his upper arm and pulling him up to his feet. Aitor would forever deny that it made him dizzy to stand so quickly. 

“What the hell?” He shouted instead. 

“Boss said to make sure you weren’t killing yourself.” The Renegade who’d grabbed him shoved him back to the ground, snickering out how easily Aitor went down. 

A growl escaped his throat. As the Renegade reached for him again, Aitor kicked out, catching him in the side of the knee. Quickly he got to his feet as the other yelped and fell. 

“Bastard,” Aitor grumbled, dusting off his pants. 

The Renegade recovered quickly, standing and pulling out his weapon, his buddy doing the same. Aitor could practically hear them steaming behind their masks. 

“I’ll fucking show you,” he screamed, lunging at Aitor with a bat covered in barbed wire. 

Eyes widening, Aitor threw himself to the side, just barely dodging as he hit the ground. The Renegade whirled on him again as Aitor scrambled to get to his feet. Fuck, his head. The world spun as he moved. 

“Get back here!”

Aitor cried out as the bat made contact with his back, shoving him forward enough that he fell again. The barbed wire tore at his shirt, nicking the skin underneath. There was warmth seeping into his shirt and he was already breathing harder. He couldn’t keep dodging. 

Weight appeared on his back before he could form a full thought, shoving his chest into the dirt. He wheezed out a breath, feet kicking against the dirt ground in a sad attempt to get back up. He could tell there was a pair of boots on his back keeping him down. Damn it, he was at the mercy of the two Renegades. 

He tried to twist around to get on his back but another boot from the other Renegade landed on the back of his knee, keeping him pinned. Aitor snarled, panic starting to settle in his chest. Even with the soreness in his arms, he tried to lift his torso up, even with the Renegade on him. The needle marks stung as his aching muscles screamed. It didn’t last long though as the Renegade only had to do a small jump to get him to collapse again. Aitor coughed, choking on the dry dust now floating around his face.

“Are you a couple of idiots? Waltz will kill you!” Aitor seethed, finding a little difficulty in getting the words out with the full weight of a grown man on his chest.. 

Raspy chuckling was his reply. “Fucker thinks he’s untouchable!” 

The one not standing on his back slammed his weapon hard into his side. Aitor tensed but bit his tongue to keep any cry from escaping other than a grunt. “Peacekeepers don’t make the rules around here fucker..”

Shit, he should be able to get up! His body was so shaky from Waltz’s fucked up experiments though that Aitor felt as helpless as a lone private in the middle of a hoard. There was no one to help him. No squad. No back up. 

He looked at the mask of the Renegade above him from the corner of his eye. Immediately, he clenched it shut to brace as he saw the bat swinging up, ready to come down on him. 

The door slammed open. 

“Idiots!” Another Renegade shouted. “The boss’ll rip you apart if you break his science project!”

The Renegade above him paused, staring at the one at the door. “The fucker tripped me!”

“And Waltz will take off your legs. Leave him!”

There was a scoff but after a minute, the Renegades climbed off him. Aitor immediately set to getting up, pushing himself away from the group as fast as he could. His arms were trembling from exertion, infuriating him but he knew there was nothing he could win here by attacking. 

He coughed as the one he’d kicked pushed him back against the wall, arm pressed against his throat. “Next time i won’t be so easy to get rid of fucker,” he hissed before heading for the exit. 

Aitor waited until they’d left to rub his throat, wincing when curling his left hand caused pain to pulse all around the injection sites. He slid to the ground, as the world began to spin, breathing heavily through his nose to try and keep from passing out. 

He got off lucky with the appearance of the only smart Renegade. He was so fucking helpless here. He needed to get out. 

His eyebrows rose, head snapping up to look at where Aiden had been but the spot was empty now. 

Aitor sighed, placing his head back between his knees. 

[sanakimohara]

have you seen the way minho grabbed changbin?

[ Oh I saw it alright ;)… ]

[ MEAN DOM ] L. M.

pairing: minho x fem! reader

summary: minho manhandling you and just being a little toxic..

playlist:

type: headcannon / no plot

warnings: MDNI + SMUT + NSFW + IMPLIED DOM/SUB DYNAMIC + MEAN MINHO + SLAPPING + SLIGHT DEGRADATION + ORAL

a/n: Idk what this is honestly. I just wrote it right after seeing the inbox message. Let’s hope some of you little heathens like it.

Mean Dom Minho always being a little mean and direct when manhandling anyone, and everyone is so naturally fitting for him. And don't we all love to see him do it?

Mean Dom Minho unconsciously reaching a hand out for your waist, even if you’re merely six inches away from him, to dig his fingertips into your hip to pull you closer to him is a constant habit of his. He doesn't need any reason to touch or guide you. He wants to—all the time. No matter if it hurts you a little bit. There’s no point in squirming or wriggling away. It's a losing game for you the moment you're in his line of sight.

Mean Dom Minho bends you over any surface at any given moment in private. A hand tangled through your hair or clasped around the nape of your neck as he kicks your feet apart and angles your body into whatever position he feels like fucking you senseless in.

Mean Dom Minho, whose handprints are clear on your skin. Red and deep maroon imprints scatter the soft expanse of your body. He’s addicted to marking up your ass until your sob for him to stop, to give you a chance to quit shaking and allow yourself time to adjust to the excitement vibrating through you every time his open palm collides with your tingling skin. But he won't stop. He never does until he's satisfied. He hits you until those tears running down your cheeks can’t compare to the creamy slick trailing from your folds.

You can’t sit comfortably anywhere for days on end. You feel too embarrassed to explain why sitting in his lap is your only choice when the other members notice your aversion to empty seats.

Shame and guilt eat away at you under their passing glances of worry, but you're too flustered by the whisper of a smile on Minho’s lips as he kisses your neck in a twisted gesture of comfort to reassure them nothing is bothering you.

He’s humiliating you without even trying.

It's unfair.

Unforiging even.

And he’ll never stop doing it.

Mean Dom Minho is easily annoyed when he’s focused on a task, able to ignore you for ten minutes before he snaps and grabs you by the neck. You wince in shock and slight pain as he twists you around to lean in on him, pulling and tugging his hold on you until your whines simmer down into an apology. “M’ sorry, m sorry m sorry-“

“No you aren’t.”

He pulls again, forcing your head backward and steadying your back against his chest. His glare is direct, calculated, and increasingly suggestive.

Your lips tremble, and you suddenly fear what he might do with you. You weren't at all comforted by the realization of being put into a vulnerable position with little effort on his part. “Min…I-I really…am-“

“Sorry?” he scoffs, lips curling into a smile, barely easing his stern gaze. “All that persisting and whining and crying while I was working, but now you’re sorry?”

You swallow hard, heat rushing to your cheeks, coloring them a rose red as he roughly releases you from his grip.

Mean Dom Minho doesn’t let you revel in the split seconds of freedom, shoving you into a wall with one hand while the other drops his phone on the nearest surface. The smile begging to show on your face morphs into a sly smirk, seeing his head tilt at you. “This what you wanted right, sweetheart?” He purrs quietly, inching closer to you until you breathe in every breath he lets out.

“To piss me off when I'm working?”

It’s hard to form a thought or force a sound out of your mouth when he stares straight into your wandering eyes, raising a steady hand to your chin, so you have no choice but to look him in the face.

“I’m sorr-“

“And I’m not convinced you really are sorry …” he seethes.

Your lips press shut, guilty tears in your eyes as he lands a fleeting slap across your face. “You’re gonna have to do better than that…”

It’s a threat.

A dare to see if you can dig a deeper hole for yourself...

And you take him up on it with little regard for keeping your dignity intact because there's no better way to get under his skin.

“I’m s-“

Another slap, harder, quicker.

“Not good enough …try again…” he mutters, expression unchanging and eyes darkening, hearing you whimper.

You take another breath, “I’m-“

And another, sharper than the first few strikes across your reddening cheeks. He lowers the same hand, beginning to leave its mark on your flushed cheeks to secure a bruising grip on your jaw.

“You can do so much better than that, sweetheart…”

You hesitate, knowing what he wants but still clinging to your dormant pride.

Mean Dom Minho, who breaks down your stubbornness with ease. He’s mean to you. Rough with you. Pushing your wanin ego until you can’t stand being talked down to any longer and giving in to what he wants.

“Much better,” he sighs, watching through half-lidded eyes as you lower to your knees in front of him, mouth slipping open to suck on his thumb as he cups your chin. His erection stares you right in the face, poking through his sweats and twitching the second your hands rise to rest on his toned thighs.

Your mouth waters as he backs your head into the wall, his free hand being a guard between the hard surface and your soft scalp.

You suck on his fingers sloppily, letting him guide your head at a slow pace, whining in disappointment when he pulls them out of your warm mouth to smear the spit and gloss across your parted lips.

Mean Dom Minho allows a smile to cross his face, hands running through your hair, beckoning you towards his cock as your hands ease the throbbing muscle out from thin layers of fabric.

Mean Dom Minho is content with fucking your face just as rough as he handles you. Using its warmth until your jaw falls slack and your drool, mixed with his precum, streams down your chin. You don’t fight him, staring up at him through long lashes that flutter with pride each time he moans your name and curses under his breath, feeling the passion you put into sucking him off.

“This s’ exactly what you deserve, baby…the only thing an attention whore like you needs.…” he groans loudly, laughing wryly, hearing and feeling you gag around his cock.

You’re offered no warning when his cum seeps down your throat and coats your tongue, and you don’t expect one because you know he’s right.

You needed him to treat you this way.

To handle you however and whenever he wanted to.

a/n: the moment in question for those who are wondering.. 🖤

other links: n/a

[ BONUS CONTENT + ]

He's so fucking...ugh, I can't even begin to explain my visceral need for him to do this to me…

[rinhaler]

I know you have a bunch of requests even if your requests are closed BUT BUTTTTT what about playing fighting with plug! sukuna, i love him and he's evil i just knoww it would lead into super hot sex

if you are ever willing to elaborate i would love to read it, but don't feel pressure and take your time, thank you🥺

ohhhhhh i really got carried away ive missed his toxic ass i love plug!sukuna so much and he loves US 🥹

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, cheating, manhandling, size difference, biting, slight pining, ass eating (fem!receiving), spanking, degradation, fingering, vaginal sex, pet names (princess, sweetheart), calls your pussy 'she/her', pull out method, slight cock-sucking, hair pulling, he slaps u 🫶🏽

words: 1.4k

Sukuna lives to torment you.

It’s the only thing that makes any semblance of sense when he emerges from his own bedroom to skulk into the living room. You’re watching YouTube videos in there while you wait for Yuuji to come home from work. It’s not like you’ve really been watching them, it’s more background noise while you play on your phone.

It’s a little odd how the videos are auto-playing reviews of different movies you’ve watched recently.

You jump when you feel his presence behind you. A disgusting, burly clearing of his throat as he reaches over you enough for you to feel skin to skin contact and snatch the remote. He jumps over the back of the couch, legs spreading wide as he backs out of the video you had playing.

“I was watching that.” you tell him.

“No, you weren’t.” he objects. “You’re on your phone.”

“I’m multi-tasking.” you lean closer to him to take the remote back, but you’re left at a loss for words as he holds it out of your reach. “Give it to me.”

“No.” he smirks. “You just sit there and carry on playing…” he squints his eyes as he peers over at your phone to see what’s on the screen, laughing immediately after. “Project Makeover? Really?”

You lunge across couch in a bid to grab the remote from him again, having no interest in listening to whatever he considers entertainment while you’re waiting patiently for Yuuji. He retaliates when you get a little too close for comfort.

A yelp escapes as he grabs your waist, moving you with ease until you’re sat on the sofa properly again. His cheek touches yours as he whispers in your ear.

“Enough.”

Your brows furrow and you attack again, a little surprised to see him throw the remote across the room once he picks a channel to watch. You try to run after it, but he quickly brings you onto his lap, holding your wrists in the small of his back as he looks up at you.

“I said, enough. Are you going to behave?” he asks, and you nod.

He lets go, but he knew there was a defiant expression in your eyes as you nodded. You leap up from his lap and attempt to run over to the remote, only to hear him hot on your heels. You bend over to grab it, laughing when you’re thwarted as he grabs your wrist.

“Sukuna,” you laugh loudly as you try to wriggle free from his grip. “Go in your own room and watch your shit.”

“I wanna watch it in here.” he tells, grabbing your other wrist when you try to pry his fingers away. He smiles as he watches you struggle to gain freedom, doing nothing more than moving your arms back and forth in hopes that he’ll free you. “Why don’t you go to Yuuji’s room?”

“I was here first!” you remind him, “And I’m waiting for him to come home.”

You continue to fight him, spinning around until your wrists slip from his palms. He watches you scramble towards the remote once again, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you back towards the centre of the room.

“Stop it or I’m gonna make you scream.” he warns you.

“You’re so full of yourself. I’m not fucking y— aah!” you scream as his fingers tickle into your sides. He didn’t realise how well it would actually work, but you’re shrieking like you’re being murdered.

He lets up when he worries about the neighbours reporting the attempt on your life to the police, still poking and prodding at your hips until you’re a giggling mess. His breath is heavy on your neck as you kick back at him and writhe against his hold.

You hunch over when your stomach begins to hurt, and his body grows tired of fighting you, too. Your strength weakens until you’re both kneeling on the ground with him behind you.

Immediately your lips are on his as you look over your shoulder. You moan into his mouth as he gropes your chest.

“Fuck.” you sigh, breathily, before he shoves you onto all fours, kissing along the column of your spine. You gasp as his fingers hook into your beach shorts, slowly peeling them down to reveal your bare cunt, glittery and pulsating with a desperation to be filled.

“Thought you weren’t gonna fuck me?” he growls, teeth nipping against your ass as he bites softly before he licks over the shallow indentations. You inhale sharply as he kisses further and further towards your ass. You know what he’s about to do and you don’t want him to. He’s such a fucking tease. You’ve never done this with anyone before, but he wraps his arm around your waist to keep you still as his tongue licks over your ass.

He truly lives to torment you.

“Squirming for me, pretending you don’t like it,” he mutters, continuing to swipe over your puckered hole. He surprises you with the occasional attentiveness of a kiss against it, almost like he’s forgetting who you belong to. “Dirty girl.”

You don’t care enough to cover your mouth, knowing Sukuna would pin your arms in place regardless. He likes to hear you. He loves to run the risk of you getting caught. The thought of Yuuji wandering in and seeing him play with his girlfriend is enough to make his cock ache. But it’s very possible, now.

Your eyes roll over white as he slips two fingers into your squelching cunt, still laving over your ass until your body convulses.

“Did you just fucking cum?” he teases you, spanking your ass and smearing your slick all over your cheek. “You really are a nasty little slut, aren’t you? Just for me, though.”

“S-Shut up and fuck me already.” you tell him. You yelp when he slaps your ass once again, but he doesn’t respond. He knows all he needs to do to shut you up is fill you with his length.

You wince as his thick length splits you open, and he moans almost pathetically at the sight of your soft pussy lips swallowing him up.

“I love this cunt, princess.” he reminds you. He presses the side of your face against the floor roughly to keep you in place. You see him out of the corner of your eye, sweating and panting like a wild animal. “Does Yuuji even make you cum anymore? Trained her to be perfect for me.”

“H-He makes me c-um.” you argue. “I l-love him!”

“Uh-huh.” he snarls, fucking you with more fervour than before. “Sweetheart… you can’t love him that much if you’re on my cock again.”

“Shut up,” you bite back, reaching behind you to slap him or punch him or something. But you know him well enough, now. Your arm is pressed firmly into the small of your back, used for more leverage as her fucking ruins you. “There! Su-Sukuna, right there!” you cry.

“Unnfff—” he growls, his hips bruising against your thighs. “Can I cum inside?” he asks, tone a little softer he asks. There’s a level of desperation that’s almost pathetic in it, but you don’t notice. Not when you’re already choking his cock.

“N-No!” you warn him.

It’s almost too late, he begins to spurt inside but pulls out quick enough to shoot sticky globs of white directly on your pussy lips. You shudder as the warm load hits you, hole body twitching and clenching as you desperately long to be filled with his cock and his seed.

“W-Wait!” you object as he pulls up your shorts. The material clings to your body as the cum melds into the fibres. “Ew…” you sigh.

He pulls you up by your wrist onto your knees, roughly tugging your jaw until your mouth widens for him.

“Clean my cock off, bitch.” he commands you. Red eyes leer at you as you do as you’re told. You suck and spit over his cock as you clean up the mess your pussy made of him. The slurping is obscene. It’s nearly enough to resurrect his softening length.

His mouth opens to speak, eyes looking down at you gently. He must see the same look in your eye, clearing his throat before his look becomes stern once again. He yanks you away from his cock by your hair, pulling at the roots before slapping you across the face.

“Clean yourself up.” he scowls, looking over his shoulder as he hears the front door open. He smirks, tucking himself back in his sweats before leaving the scene. “Until next time, princess.”

© 2024 rinhaler

[spanishsenpai]

Whumptober 2023 - Day 7

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

Skipping around the prompts a little bit! I'm not sure if I'll do Day 6 yet just because its hard to write for other fandoms when I'm obsessed with one like this.

Read it on AO3 if you'd rather! :D

When Jack Matt had told him to go scout out a bandit camp near the edge of the city, Aiden had been expecting a normal mission. The trip over had even been fun with plenty of air vents to use with his new paraglider. He couldn’t imagine traveling without one now!

When he’d found a spot to hide and spy on the bandits, he found himself staring at a big group of Renegades instead. They were all over the place and yet they hadn’t changed the building to match with their faction. They were trying to hide in plain sight. Aiden rolled his eyes; what a stupid idea. 

He’d been ready to leave with the information he’d gathered when a commotion near the center of the buildings carried over to him on the wind. Aiden pulled out his binoculars back out and looked around for the source. 

Three Renegades were in a box made by the surrounding rooftops. Two looked to be beating the other one to a pulp. Nothing too strange there. A cry from the third Renegade kept him from moving on though. He focused closer, realizing with surprise the Renegade on the ground had no armor, no weapons, and even no shoes. 

Was… Was that a prisoner? Aiden hadn’t thought the Renegades were interested in hostages. 

He looked closer, willing the Renegade near the guy’s head to move so he could see his face. He winced internally as a bat was brought up, almost ready to swing down but the action was interrupted by, yet another, Renegade. They argued before the two got off the captive. 

As soon as they were off, the captive bolted upright but even from here Aiden could see the way the man stumbled as he fell against the wall. It was a defensive position that showed the man was probably already hurt. 

Aiden fiddled with the settings on his binoculars, trying to focus just a little more so he could see the guy’s face. Something seemed familiar about him…

He nearly dropped the binoculars all together when the image focused enough for him to make out facial features. 

There was no mistaking it; that was Aitor. 

Everyone had thought Aitor had been turned into a zombie when his body hadn’t been found among the rest of the Peacekeepers in that tunnel. Aiden had felt sorry he’d gone out like that. Aitor was a good man who’d done his best to help Aiden get to the Central Loop. He was fair and doing what he could to stop a war. In the apocalypse, finding someone in charge who wanted less violence was surprisingly rare. 

He watched Aitor slide to the ground, now noticing the weird device around his neck. 

What the hell was going on? Why had Renegades taken Aitor prisoner?

Well really that was stupid question. The two factions hated each other but Aiden thought they’d rather make a show of killing Aitor rather than keeping him locked up. 

He shook his head. There was nothing he could do right now. All his weapons needed repairs and it seemed like there was a Renegade at every possible entrance. He’d tell Jack Matt and they could hash out a rescue plan. 

Aiden gave Aitor one last look before ducking into the building he was on and heading for the metro. 

Waltz didn’t take long to collect him after the incident with the Renegades. Maybe he’d been watching Aitor’s heart monitor or maybe he just knew everything. The guy was a freak in Aitor’s opinion. 

To make his situation worse though, Waltz hadn’t come back for a while. Aitor had been locked in this room by himself, running through every scenario where he managed to get Aiden’s attention. If the Pilgrim had seen him, Aitor was sure he’d have done something.

The silence was driving him a little crazy too. He hated Waltz sure, but goddamn it, he was starving and locked up with no distractions. He’d even thrown the heart monitor off and yet no one had come.

The pounding in his head was almost nonstop now. He tried to drink enough water to make him sick and lay down with his arms over his eyes, but the ache wouldn’t go away. If he closed his eyes too long he started to see blue around the edges. Opening them just made the UV light assault them instead. 

Aitor sat up, rubbing furiously at his eyes, trying to force the blue away. He’d been sure it had just been a trick of the mind before but it was still there even when his eyes were open. His stomach growled loudly then, forcing his face into a snarl. 

Surely Waltz was trying to kill him now. There was no other reason to be alone this long after Waltz had seemed so excited to give him that injection. Aitor sure as hell didn't want it but the sooner he got it, the sooner he’d get to eat again. 

For the hundredth time, Aitor stood and paced around the room, ending up back in front of the door. He shook the handle furiously but like every other time he’d tried it, it didn’t budge. Even that small amount of activity made him dizzy though. His anger, his hunger, whatever was wrong with his head, was all coming down on him at once. He stumbled back to bed where the blankets had been tossed aside and dragged back into a pile too many times to count. It was almost looking like a nest at this point as Aitor desperately tried to find anything that was comfortable.

As he went to crouch down a sharp gasp escaped him as his body seized. He collapsed on his side as his muscles contracted and pulsed at random. The blue was everywhere and if he could open his eyes, Aitor would have seen faint orange outlines just outside the walls of the room. As it was, he grasped wildly at his chest, trying to do anything just to get his lungs working again. 

Finally, he gasped a full breath, the blue fading away entirely. Aitor wheezed, falling limp in the blankets as his limbs shook. That was a seizure. Why had he had a seizure? What the hell was happening to his body?

Laying there was all he could do for a solid half hour, just waiting for his limbs to stop shaking and his breaths to feel full again. Jesus.

His eyes were slipping shut. He was exhausted. God, everything ached. 

He’d nearly passed out when his door banged open. Aitor jolted awake, bolting upright to see what the hell was happening. There in the door stood Waltz. The man looked more unkempt than usual while a snarl across his face showed he wasn’t happy. 

“What the-?” Aitor was cut off from asking his questions as Waltz suddenly appeared in front of him, snatching him up by his arm. 

He didn’t say anything to Aitor as he forced him out of the room where dozens of Renegades were running around like the second apocalypse had come. Under his breath though, Aitor could hear him mumbling about “stress” and “too long”. 

“Waltz! What the hell is going on?” Aitor snapped, shaking himself out of his stunned state. He tried to pull out of Waltz’s grip but Waltz only grabbed him tighter. As it was, Aitor’s feet were stumbling over the ground, hardly able to keep up with Waltz’s quick strides. 

He heard a scream from behind them. Aitor tried to turn and see what the source was but Waltz was already rounding a corner. The sound of metal against metal finally hit Aitor’s ears. His eyes widened as he realized the camp was under attack. This was probably his only chance to escape. 

Waltz’s grip was too tight to break away and he was too strong for Aitor to just go limp and tear away like that. Aitor cursed under his breath. Waltz turned another corner, making Aitor’s vision go fuzzy around the edges. He stumbled, falling to his knees. He was going to be sick. 

“Get up!” Waltz growled, jerking Aitor’s arm up to get him to his feet again. 

Aitor tried, remembering how it was to be dragged by Waltz, but his legs were so heavy. He put a hand on the ground and tried to push himself up, now desperate to be able to walk or stand at all, but his knee shook, sending him back down. He couldn’t get away! 

Waltz cursed, stooping down to grab Aitor around his middle and pulling him up on his shoulder. A growl escaped him as he tried to push away from Waltz. 

“Waltz!” 

Aitor’s head shot up, heart pounding in his chest. He knew that voice. 

Aiden came barreling through a door. There was fresh blood still shining on his weapon and his eyes were wild with his target in sight.

“Leave here or you and your Peacekeepers will die!” 

“Put him down Waltz!” Aiden snapped back. He didn’t give Waltz a moment to think as he charged. 

Waltz tightened his grip on Aitor and bolted for the nearest door out of the building. If he could get outside, Aiden would have no chance of keeping up. His eyes narrowed; he was not losing such a promising test subject. 

Being on Waltz’s shoulder wasn’t helping Aitor reorient himself. He didn’t have to walk though, he just had to fall. There would be no time for Waltz to grab him again before Aiden was on him. 

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Aitor shoved himself away from Waltz as hard as he could. Waltz snarled as Aitor’s weight threw him off balance and forced him to stop lest he lose his grip on the man. 

Aiden was already there, swinging his giant hammer down on Waltz. Waltz grunted, barely managing to duck out of the blow’s path and nearly losing Aitor anyway. The hand not around Aitor deposited something in his coat pocket before he roared, meeting Aiden’s next blow by grabbing the handle of the hammer and throwing it to the side. 

Aiden’s eyes widened before narrowing again as he pulled out a machete, but Waltz was already on the move again. He burst out of a double door leading outside into the night air. The lieutenant was squirming on his shoulder, cursing and snarling, but Waltz wasn’t dropping him. 

Outside was not what Waltz had wanted to see though. His Renegades’ bodies were all over the ground with Peacekeepers rounding up the last few. There wasn’t time to react before a hoard of them were surrounding Waltz. 

Fuck, he wasn’t getting out of here with Aitor’s dead weight on his shoulder. In a split second, his hand plunged back into his pocket, pulling out a syringe filled with something Aitor was familiar with. It was night time, so maybe Aitor would survive and Waltz could collect him later. 

“You want him so bad? Fine! You can have him,” Waltz chuckled, throwing Aitor off his shoulder but keeping a hold of his arm. Before anyone could stop him, Waltz plunged the syringe through Aitor’s shirt and into his upper arm, injecting him with the serum. 

“Fuck!” Aitor shouted, grasping his arm tightly as Waltz let him go. 

There was a commotion as some Peacekeepers ran after him, but Aitor could only focus on the sudden reappearance of the blue in his vision. Pain pulsed through his head as the fire returned to his veins. 

An animal-like sound escaped him as his fingers tore at his shirt where the entry wound burned and throbbed. Something beeped before turning to a high pitched scream.

“He’s fucking turning! Kill him!”

He snarled, eyes snapping open to reveal blown pupils, as he lunged at the speaker. As he tackled them, ready to rip apart the bright orange thing under him, something slammed against his side throwing him off his prey.

He scrambled up, facing the many orange, alive, things. He was so hungry. His mouth opened, lips pulled back to reveal sharpened teeth, and he shrieked, high pitched enough to make some cover their ears. 

He sprinted for the closest orange thing, ready to eat, ready to get rid of the terrible pain gnawing at his insides. 

Again, he was cut short as something sharp embedded itself into his upper arm, thrown with enough force to make him stumble to the side. He screeched, tearing it out of his shoulder, enraged and looking for the source of the attack. 

An orange thing was flying at him before he could though. Heavy feet collided with his chest, sending him stumbling back. He hit a wall and suddenly felt like his world was on fire. 

He shrieked louder than before as he thrashed to get out of the purple light that was burning him. Something forced him back to it though. He tried to fight against the thing but the hunger was making him weak and the light had him nearly paralyzed. 

He was going to die. He clenched his eyes shut and panted as he fell limp on the ground. 

His body was seizing again, every muscle pulled taute as he tried to remember how to breathe. He curled up on his side, fingers trying to grasp at his head but his arms were too stiff to move. 

“-you there? Can you hear me?” A voice was calling. 

A hand was on the back of his head while another was pulling his eye open. He couldn’t see past the blue but the voice… He knew that voice didn’t he? He croaked out a groan, the only response he could manage. 

Aitor fell limp other than the shaking across his limbs. He was so sore and tired. 

He strained to open his eyes again, finding that though his vision was blurry, the blue was gone. 

“Aitor? Hey, hey it’s okay. You’re back. You didn’t turn.”

Aiden. That was Aiden speaking to him. 

He wanted to say something but doing anything other than blinking and swallowing was asking too much of him. Pain pulsed in the arm that was trapped under him. The injection site continued to throb as the muscle ached. 

Why was he awake? He was too tired to remember. 

Aiden’s hands frantically pressed to Aitor’s throat, checking if he was still breathing as his body went limp. He sighed in relief when he felt breath on the back of his hand from Aitor’s parted lips. The relief was short lived as footsteps appeared behind him. 

“Step aside Aiden. Aitor… well I don’t really know what the fuck that was but he turned. He can’t be left alive,” a Peacekeeper he didn’t know said, readying a machete. 

Aiden was on his feet in an instant, pulling out his own weapon. “His biomarker’s green again. He’s fine!”

“He nearly killed Clark! He was an animal, Aiden. He’s not safe. This is Peacekeeper business so back off.” A few other Peacekeepers came to back him up, readying themselves to fight Aiden. More hung back though. Aitor was a good leader and a good man. His biomarker was green now too. 

“That’s insane! He’s put years of hard work into the Peacekeepers and this is how you want to repay him? There’s nothing wrong with him!”

“You call that nothing wrong with him? He turned. There should be no way to come back from that. For all we know Waltz put a sleeper virus in him that the biomarker can’t detect. If we bring him back to the Fortress and he turns, everyone’s dead!”

Aiden paused, going over solutions in his head. God he couldn’t believe he was doing this. “Then let me take him. If anyone can deal with it if he turns it’s me. If he stays unturned for a while maybe you’ll see he’s fine!”

The Peacekeepers began to murmur and mumble at the idea. They didn’t want to see Aitor dead but they couldn’t bring him with them. The one across from Aiden turned around from discussing it with the ones behind him. 

He sighed, putting his weapon away. “Fine, for now, you take him. Major Matt gets the final say though.”

Aiden scoffed. Jack Matt could try to make Aiden do anything he wanted but he surely wouldn’t succeed. 

“Alright, but I can’t move him until he wakes up. We’ll be here until morning so don’t fucking touch him,” Aiden snapped. This was a rocky agreement at best but hopefully the Peacekeepers wouldn’t decide to just kill off Aitor anyway. 

They dispersed finally, going into the building to search for more Renegades or supplies. Aiden waited until most of them were gone before putting his weapon away again and crouching down next to Aitor. 

He had… faint memories of that tunnel Waltz had trapped them in. He knew he’d done something no human was capable of doing. Aitor’s transformation had looked just like what he’d felt though. 

He hoped he’d get some answers when Aitor woke up. 

For now he should call Lawan.

[just-whump-and-suffering]

Out There Ep 05

[khaoala]

bring it on if you're tough, i'll play along, love me if you dare, you're what's wrong

Destroy Love - Khaotung Thanawat

[dreamofjoys]

DAY 5 — Man handling

Characters: Danfeng (HSR), Chevalier (IKEPRI)

C/W: afab/fem reader, manhandling

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♡ Danfeng (HSR) ♡

"You are always so easy to please, my dear." Danfeng's hand trailed down from your breast, to your stomach and lower to your womanhood. His skilled fingers rubbing circles on your small bud, stimulating and edging you at the same time - as he denies you of giving what you want to you. "Please put it inside me already..." You begged your lover, lifting your hips up to grind yourself on his hand. "Since you asked so nicely, I shall give you a treat." In an instant, you found yourself being flipped over on your stomach as Danfeng's cock enters your pussy from behind. You let out a loud moan as his cock hits on your g-spot with dead accuracy, making your whole body shutter in delight. "Hmm... if I remember correctly, you were able to moan louder in this position." You were flipped back to your previous position again, baring your naked body to your lover. Danfeng maneuver your legs, pushing your knees up to touch your breast as he resumes back to his relentless fucking. The rest of the night was spent with Danfeng manhandling your body to his liking just so that you can scream his name the loudest.

♡ Chevalier (IKEPRI) ♡

“I recall that you prefer something that is harder and more intense.” Chevalier smirks, pulling your body down by your waist as his cock enters and hits your pussy like a truck. Your legs shook at the sudden pleasure, a scandalous moan escapes from your lips as Chevalier lifts up both of your legs to rest them on his shoulders, opening your insides bigger so that he can drill his cock further into your pussy. A tear escapes from your eye as you let out a choked sob, your body instinctively turns away from the overwhelming pleasure but Chevalier was quick to pin you down by your waist to prevent you from escaping.

“O-oh Chevalier, I-it’s too much-“

“I know, Simpleton.”

Chevalier was quick to pull out. His hands that were gripping on your waist lifts you up so that you were no longer lying on the bed. He removed your legs that were on his shoulders and positioned you in a way that you were wrapping your legs on his waist with his hands on your back supporting you. Feeling dazed and confused, you tilt your head slightly, beckoning your lover to tell you what’s on his mind. Chevalier however makes no respond to your queries. He simply slides his shaft back inside you, fucking you in an upright position. “Oh my god!” You screamed at the new position that you were fucked at. Chevalier smirks and lean forward to capture your lips in his, drowning out your moans and screams. He loves it when you make noises like this.