#minors do NOT interact

[barcaatthemoon]

jenni's girl ii || jenni hermoso x alexia putella x reader ||

a night with alexia and jenni.

minors dni, 18+, smut ahead.

jenni and alexia appeared to have a mutual understanding of how the night was to go. alexia had gone on her own to invite jenni over. you had asked her to, absolutely mortified of the idea of having to do it yourself. jenni had an uncanny ability to tease you about absolutely anything, and this wouldn't have been any different. alexia had to be the one to go, plain and simple.

"bebita, go to jenni. sit on her lap, make her comfortable," alexia told you. she placed her hands on your shoulders and gently pushed you towards the other woman. you crossed the short distance of your living room to sit down on the couch next to jenni.

"i do not believe that is where alexia told you to go," jenni teased. there was no malice in her voice at all, just the hope that she could calm you down a little. inviting jenni may have been your idea, but the closer things got to tonight, the more nervous you became.

"i didn't want to overstep," you mumbled as you shifted to sit partially on jenni's lap.

jenni wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you fully onto her lap. once you were comfortable, you felt her lips press a small kiss behind your ear before she lifted her head just enough to whisper to you, "i'm here to fuck you, there's not much you can do to overstep."

there was something about the lightheartedness in jenni's tone that added to the callousness of her statement. you wiggled a little in her lap in a futile attempt to subtly squeeze your thighs together. jenni and alexia shared a look between themselves, one that made another set of butterflies flutter about in your stomach.

"calm cari, we know how to take good care of you," alexia reassured you. she sat down on the couch with the two of you. she reached you and cupped your cheeks, but leaned past you to kiss jenni. the excitement whenever you had thought about them together for the first time bubbled up inside of you at the sight of them kissing.

there had once been a time when it had made your heart ache, but now you had found your soulmate in alexia. jenni had definitely meant a lot to you being your first love, but she had always been destined to be the one who got away. it was because of both of you having been with jenni that the older woman pushed alexia your way in the first place.

"ale," you whined as the moments passed by without either of their attention on you. alexia and jenni both chuckled, muttering the same sentiment in spanish about you and attention. jenni tugged your head back a bit to give you a quick kiss before she pushed you towards alexia.

alexia took her time with you, having remembered your nerves from earlier. each of her kisses was a way to check up on you, whereas the assault of jenni's mouth against your neck was solely to distract you. you knew to expect alexia to be softer than jenni in every aspect.

it was through jenni that you had learned you liked being submissive. jenni wasn't there to boss you around tonight, but you knew not to expect anything soft and slow from her. alexia was very much in control of things, and had reassured you that her first priority was to make sure that you were both comfortable and satisfied.

"do you want to move this to the bedroom yet?" alexia asked you. she watched your features for any sort of discomfort as you gathered your thoughts. at the small nod of your head, alexia began to pull you up onto your feet.

you were a little dressed up. all three of you were. alexia had matched her pants with your little black dress. jenni had gone for a more casual look, pairing a simple black shirt with a pair of darker jeans. it was a look that had once driven you crazy, and you had to admit still looked amazing on her.

the inch of height difference between you and alexia felt like a foot sandwiched in between jenni and alexia. jenni's hands stayed on your ass the whole way, groping it teasingly. you knew what exactly what that meant, what jenni had come in with the intention of doing to you.

"i'm so excited," jenni whispered in your ear. it sent chills down your spine, causing a shiver. alexia turned around to give jenni a warning glare not to move things along too quickly. alexia wanted to take her time with you. this had started as something for you, but it wasn't going to end that way. alexia had ideas of other teammates that she'd like to invite into your room for a night or two. "i've been thinking about you a lot lately."

you didn't know what to say to that, so you just turned around and pressed jenni against the wall. jenni seemed a bit surprised at first, but she melted into the kiss you pressed against her lips. jenni began to push back a bit and ended up quickly taking over the kiss. a part of you wanted to argue and push back, but a bigger part was content with the way that her tongue pushed past your lips.

"vamos." alexia swatted your ass, prompting you to break the kiss with jenni. the three of you were in the doorway of your bedroom, so close to where alexia wanted you, but still much too far away. jenni picked you up into her arms and carried you straight over to the bed. alexia trailed behind the two of you, unbuttoning her shirt as she moved along.

kissing jenni was familiar in a way that you hadn't expected. it was like your relationship was picking right up at where things had been left last. alexia watched with a similar ache in her chest as she watched the two of you together. it was hard, but she had to remind herself that you had asked for this with the promise of letting alexia have a little fun later on.

"do not just stand there and pout. she needs to be touched, and you said i couldn't do that myself," jenni said. she moved off of your body to make room for alexia to come and join the two of you on the bed. alexia dropped her shirt from her shoulders and ran over to join, almost immediately diving between your legs.

your dress was only on for a few seconds longer before alexia and jenni were practically tearing it off. alexia stayed in between your legs, kissing her way up then from your ankles. above her, jenni had easily ripped your lace bra in half to grope at your breasts and take turns teasing your nipples with her mouth.

"jenni, please," you moaned at the feeling of her mouth sucking hickeys all over your breasts. alexia glanced up to see you in pure bliss. she frowned a little at the marks, they looked like they had to have hurt a little. alexia knew that you liked a bit of pain, more than what she was willing to give you, but she hadn't thought it was like that.

"stop pouting and put your mouth to good use," jenni ordered. you were more than shocked when alexia complied without a second thought. that feeling was quickly pushed out of the way when alexia's mouth made contact with your cunt. her tongue ran up and down your folds teasingly. slowly, alexia began to focus the movements of her mouth a little more.

"ale, that feels so good," you moaned. alexia's cheeks flushed at your praise, even if you couldn't see it. you felt a hand squeeze your thigh appreciatively. jenni moved to sit behind you, allowing for her to view alexia's head between your legs as she played with your breasts. "c-can you use your fingers please? i want more, ale, please."

"you ask so nicely, it's adorable. alexia used to ask me for things like that, didn't you ale?" jenni was teasing alexia, riling her up so that she'd have something to prove when their surprise began.

"quiet," alexia ordered. jenni glanced down at the glaring midfielder between your legs as she bit the side of your neck. you guided alexia's mouth back down to your cunt to join her fingers as they fucked you. you were soaking wet, wetter than alexia could ever remember you being. it was obvious that you enjoyed the extra presence in the bedroom. alexia's mind ran wild with all of the other things that you might have also enjoyed that she never thought to ask about.

"kiss me," you told jenni, just barely managing to get the words out before your orgasm overtook your senses. jenni tipped your chin down just enough to keep your mouth open as she licked into your mouth. it wasn't exactly what you wanted, but it saved you a little embarrassment from having your moans echoing off the walls around you.

alexia rose up from between your legs as jenni moved out from behind you. you were given barely a moment to compose yourself before both women stood at the edge of the bed with matching strap-ons jutting out from between their legs. jenni tugged alexia into a kiss, giving you just a couple of moments before you had to ask what they expected of you.

there was no way that you would be taking both of them at the same time, at least you didn't think so. it wasn't until jenni was kneeling behind you that you caught onto what they wanted. that was when you started to notice a few little details. alexia's dildo was bigger, and jenni's was one that you hadn't seen in some time, but you knew it well.

"it's been a long time," you told her. jenni ran her hands up and down your back, rubbing out any tension that she could feel. "i don't know if i can take something like that anymore."

"i believe in you, but if you don't want to do this, i'll find a different spot," jenni told you. "are you up to trying, corazon?"

the term of endearment caused a flood of emotion to wash over you. jenni waited patiently, not moving until you answered her. you were quiet, but it was an affirmative. jenni smiled at that and lowered her hands from the middle of your back down to your ass.

gently, jenni spread your cheeks. her fingers dug into the soft skin and muscle as she trailed kisses down your spine. you pushed your hips back a little as a familiar feeling came over you. jenni chuckled as she finally gave you what you wanted. her tongue ran over your asshole, pulling moans from you that alexia had never heard before.

"have you ever seen her like this before?" jenni asked as she pressed her middle finger against your hole. alexia shook her head, momentarily unable to speak. her throat felt dry, despite her mouth salivating wildly.

"no, never. she looks so good taking your fingers. i bet you've done that a lot, haven't you?" alexia asked.

"yes," you breathed out. alexia smirked as she watched jenni push a second finger inside of you. "more, please. i can take it."

"if you're sure," jenni said. alexia helped to lube up jenni's dildo and guide you back onto it. "i won't move much, you just take what you can handle corazon, vale?"

"vale," you told her. jenni kept her hands on your hips to help steady you as you slowly sank down onto her cock. alexia moved onto the bed now, crawling towards the two of you as jenni scooted back on the bed a bit. alexia wanted to be patient and enjoy the sight in front of her, but she couldn't wait.

"tell me if it is too much," alexia told you. you nodded as you glanced down to see her lining the tip of the dildo up with your entrance. she had already fucked you once tonight with her fingers, but this was an entirely new sensation. you felt the stretch of both women deep inside of you.

you pulled alexia's hips towards you, prompting her to move a bit. alexia dropped her body against yours and began with slow, shallow thrusts. your body fell back against jenni's, moving the toy in your ass just a little. alexia had yet to push herself any further than maybe halfway inside of you, but you already feel so full. the sensation of having both women inside of you has your eyes rolling back in your head, especially once jenni begins to rock her hips back and forth.

"oh my god, please don't stop. i am begging you, i need this. i want it so fucking bad," you told them. jenni and alexia shared a look over your shoulder. you caught the look on alexia's face, and it was almost like pure bliss. she couldn't believe that you were truly enjoying being fucked like this so much.

"don't worry bebe, we won't stop until you ask us to," alexia promised. you cupped her cheeks in your hands and leaned in to kiss her. alexia started to move a little faster, going twice as fast as jenni was behind you. alexia's thrusts began to push a little deeper, stretching you open in the most delicious of ways.

jenni peppered your back and shoulders in soft kisses as she pulled you down to grind against her. alexia shifted her position and began to thrust a bit more forcefully. your mouth fell open in a silent scream as all of the air was forced out of your body with each of their movements. you could feel the heat of your orgasm begin to build, but this time, it burned as it ripped through you almost violently.

you couldn't get a word out or catch your breath until alexia and jenni had completely separated themselves from you. jenni took the toys into the bathroom and returned with two warm washcloths. alexia graciously accepted one and started to clean you up. you whimpered with each pass of the cloth on your oversensitive cunt.

"i'm sorry, but this is important," alexia muttered as she pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh. you grabbed a handful of her hair before you flattened your hand to run your fingers along her scalp. alexia nearly faltered in cleaning you up, but jenni was there to take over for her. you groaned a little, knowing that jenni wasn't going to be as easily distracted.

"you did so well, both of you." jenni pressed a kiss to the side of both your head and alexia's. jenni left alexia to wrap you up in a blanket and hold you while she went to get some food and water to replenish your strength. it had been a while, but you were unsurprised when jenni pulled you up into a sitting position to feed you and make sure that you drank your glass of water.

it felt a little too domestic, even as she did the same for alexia. jenni took care of the both of you in that moment, just like she had whenever she had been both of your respective girlfriend. you tried to turn your attention to jenni, but she was excusing herself from alexia's apartment by the time that you had built up enough strength to do much more than just give her lazy kisses.

"will we see you like this again?" you asked her.

"that is up to you and alexia, really. you know how to get a hold of me, corazon," jenni told you. you pouted at her answer, not liking it very much. you wanted confirmation that jenni wanted this as badly as you did. you wanted to know that she hadn't just done this as some sort of twisted favor for alexia.

"i love you." alexia noticed the way you deflated once jenni had left. she pulled you even tighter into her arms and pressed several kisses to the side of your face. that wasn't something that she usually enjoyed doing, finding the exaggerated displays of pda a tad bit annoying, but she knew that it would make you feel better. to her, that meant it was the best thing in the world for the time being.

"i love you too," you said sweetly. you smiled into the kiss, which kept it from getting too deep, not that you or alexia minded all that much. alexia was just happy to have you in her arms and smiling, which were her favorite things in the world. she would have given up football if it would keep a permanent smile on your face, but she was lucky enough to know that you'd never ever ask that of her.

"let's get some rest," alexia ordered softly. you were sure that it was supposed to sound like a suggestion, but alexia was awful at switching her tone between telling you to do something and simply suggesting it. you didn't mind though, not when you felt so safe and sated in her arms. alexia and jenni had put you through it tonight, and there was no doubt in your mind that you'd be getting a full night's sleep.

[angelofsmalldeaath]

to be alone — a.h.b.

cw: very borderline smut but not really, suggestive, fluff

“shh, go back to sleep.” i feel the bed dip in the wee hours of the morning, his voice a hoarse whisper. it’s a dream, my sleep-addled brain tells me, it’s another dream fueled by loneliness and missing him and being so so cold every night. it’s—

“baby?”

“hmm?”

“you’re not cold, are you?” he slides in behind me, still fully clothed. his soft, worn jeans rubs against my thigh. a second later, he drapes a sweater covered arm over me. “you’ve got goosebumps.”

“you’re a dream,” i mumble, sleep coating each word. his deep laugh resonates all around me, surrounding me like a warm blanket. 

“am i?” he kisses the shell of my ear. “how do you know?”

sleep threatens to take me under once again in the comfort of his arms. his soft sweater is familiar—just the tiniest bit fuzzy, smelling exactly like it always does; of his cologne and fabric softener and him. i smile to myself, this is so far the most realistic dream my brain has produced. 

“hey,” he kisses my shoulder, sending butterflies fluttering in my stomach. 

“you’re a dream…” i repeat, “because i’ve had this dream before.”

“oh yeah?” i feel myself being pulled into a chest—so solid and real and warm. his fingers dance on my arms, from my shoulder to my elbow and back up, tickling just a little—not enough to fully wake me up, but definitely enough to hold me there, suspended in a limbo between sleep and consciousness. “what happens in your dream?”

“you come into my bed…”

“like this?” the smile in his voice is prominent. 

“mm-hmm,” i nod and turn, eyes closed, face burrowed into his chest now. his scent surrounds me stronger than before, with new things added to it—faint smell of coffee and the outdoors in general. 

it’s a dream it’s a dream it’s a dream, i chant in my head over and over again till the words meld into each other and turn gibberish. 

“and then?” his voice cuts through my spiral. 

“and then you hold me.”

“i am holding you…” i feel him nod, and yet his arms tighten, pulling me deeper into his chest. the next time he speaks, i feel the vibrations of his voice running through my chest, passing through my heart. 

“and then?”

instead of answering, i focus on his fingers—up and down, up and down. from my shoulders to my elbow and back up.

“sometimes you touch me,” i breathe into his chest, “other times you hold me until i wake up.”

my voice is muffled, barely audible. it’s alright, though. he’s just a dream, a figment of my imagination, a part of me. how could he ever not understand me?

“i touch you?” he laughs, a little smug, and i nod. “how do i touch you?”

i take his hand in mine, trace the pads of his fingers. then i place his hand under my camisole—rough fingers touching my ribs, tracing them individually. he reaches the bottom of my breasts and i sigh. “you touch me like that. like you do when you’re really here…”

“baby i am really here!” he laughs, kissing my head this time. his thumb moves in circles over my ribs. “open your eyes, ‘m right here.”

“‘s a trick,” i mumble. a moment later my mouth finds the hollow of his throat. his skin is slightly cold to the touch, halfway to warming up. against my lips i feel some stubble, like he hasn’t shaved his neck in a day or two. “you’ll disappear if i open my eyes. and i want you to stay. i miss you…” i say, “i can’t wait two more days till you’re home.”

“you don’t have to,” he laughs, giggles almost—it’s a giddy, breathless sound that makes me smile too. 

“you’re a good dream,” i hold onto him tight, relishing how solid he feels in my arms. “the best dream i’ve ever had.”

his hand slips out of my camisole and cradles my cheek. then i feel him tilting my chin up, feel his lips on mine—just one tiny, soft kiss. he smiles against my mouth, says something too but the words don’t fully register in my mind. 

“i’ll see you soon,” i murmur, properly sleepy now, unable to hold on for much longer. 

“you will,” his voice holds a promise. “go to sleep now, i can’t wait to see you in the morning.”

i chuckle at his words. just before sleep properly drags me under, i place my hand on his cheek, feel the familiar beard under my palm and hear him hum. “and you’ll be here in the morning?” i tease, “will you be here as a daydream?”

he threads his fingers through my hair, playing with it till it’s impossible to hold onto consciousness. just as i’m about to slip under, i hear him exhale. “as anything you want me to be,” he murmurs, and i succumb to sleep.

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🖤🩶Fallen🩶🖤

~Lucifer x Angel!Reader🪽

Part 1 𖦹 Part 2 𖦹 Part 3 𖦹 Part 4 𖦹 Part 4.5 𖦹 Part 5

Summary: Lucifer made you a promise he intends to keep.

Warnings/promises: 18+, smut, first time, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), use of the "C" word, deepthroat, swallowing, praise.

With doe-like eyes, you blush as he picks you up with ease and snaps his fingers, carrying you through the golden portal that appears and into the privacy of his chambers. Lucifer chuckles softly as he feels your arms wrap around his neck, a shy look spreading across your face. With ease, he carries you into his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them. He sets you down on the edge of the far too large bed and crawls over you, looking deeply into your eyes.

"Now," he begins as you look at him expectantly, innocently. His eyes burn with a fiery intensity as he looks down at you, his lips curling upwards into a playful smirk. "Where were we?" He asks, leaning in closer and running his hand through your hair.

“I… I'm not sure…” you admit, smiling shyly.

“Your smile is most... charming." He leans a bit closer, eyes flickering down to your lips before lifting back up to meet your gaze.

You stare, entranced.

Lucifer's heartbeat quickens as he feels the intensity of your stare. He moves even closer, brushing himself against you in a silent invitation. "You know," he whispers, voice low and seductive, "there's something about you that I find…”

"You find....?" You repeat. "find... what?"

Lucifer trails his fingers down your arm, his touch sending shivers through your body. "That I simply cannot resist," he breathes, lips just inches from yours. Lucifer's eyes burn bright with desire as he leans in closer, his warm breath dancing across your lips. "Something I desperately want to explore," he whispers, his voice thick with lust.

You can feel your heart skip a beat. "I... don't understand..." You admit, still not really getting the whole desire but of sex.

"Oh, but I think you do. Even if you don't quite understand why, but you do," Lucifer replies, his voice husky with anticipation. He traces the outline of your jaw with his finger, drawing your gaze back up to meet his. "You feel it too, don't you?"

"I....I feel something..." You admit.

Lucifer smirks, recognizing the truth in your words. "Good." He leans in closer still, until your lips are virtually touching. "Then I want to help you explore that," he whispers, softening his touch until it was merely brushing against your skin.

"Luci...?" You whisper onto his lips. "I feel... nervous and scared, but... I… I don't want to stop...?"

Lucifer's eyes widen slightly in surprise, but he doesn't pull away from your confession and draws back slightly, giving himself some space to process. "I understand," he replies softly. "This kind of intensity can be overwhelming at first. But remember," he traces his thumb over your bottom lip, gently caressing the soft skin. "Nervousness and fear can be quite arousing.”

"Arousing...?" You ask, your breath hitching.

"Yes," Lucifer whispers, leaning in closer again. His lips brush against yours, lightly at first but with increasing pressure as he begins to deepen the kiss. His hand slides down your back, tracing the curve of your spine before resting on your hip.

You feel your body respond without you telling it to, your back arching at his gentle touch, pressing yourself against his chest. A soft sigh escapes you as you feel yourself beginning to melt into his arms.

Lucifer's eyes flash with excitement as he feels your body responding to his touch. He presses onward, his tongue gently tasting your lips before slipping inside to explore the rest of your mouth. One hand slips through your hair, tangling in the strands as he holds you closer to him still.

Your brows furrow and you whimper at the feeling of his tongue against your own. Lucifer smirks against your lips, feeling your body trembling in his arms. He enjoys having this kind of place with you, even if it’s just for a moment. His other hand slides up your body, cupping your breast through the fabric of your dress.

You let out a soft moan, your eyes half lidded as you look into Lucifer's eyes, darkening with desire as he feels you reacting to his touch. He can feel your body moving with him, your hips pressing against him in a silent plea for more. He deepens the kiss once more, caressing your tongue with his own before sucking on it.

The taste of him is dizzying. Lucifer chuckles softly into the kiss, enjoying the effect he has on you. The hand on your breast squeezes gently, earning him another soft moan. He smirks against your lips again before moving to trail kisses down your jaw and neck. "Intoxicating, isn't it?"

"I... I don't understand this..." You sigh.

Lucifer pulls back slightly, his fingertips trailing over your cheek. "What don't you understand, love?" He asks softly, his eyes searching yours. "The way your body responds to mine? Or perhaps the way I make you feel?"

"Both..." You answer breathy. "I know about intercourse, but don't know what this feeling is. I've never felt this before..."

Lucifer smirks, leaning down to kiss you again, keeping the pace slow and steady. "That's because you're an angel, still pure and sweet." He whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "It's called desire, love. did they really not teach you this?"

You shake your head. "No... never... I don't, a-ah, I don't know any of this..." You answer him truthfully. You blush, completely and totally entranced by this man who, your whole life, you'd been warned against. How could anyone think negatively of this charming, sweet man, you wonder.

Lucifer smiles a genuine smile that makes his eyes sparkle. He leans in close and whispers in your ear, "You're captivating, you know that?" His fingers trace the curve of your jawline as he gazes at you with an intensity that feels almost tangible.

You shiver at his touch, your mouth opening slightly. Lucifer could feel you trembling under him once more and can't resist feeling a surge of satisfaction and desire coursing through him. He cups your cheek with his free hand, leaning in closer to your lips, almost touching. "You have no idea the thoughts that are running through my mind right now," he admits, “that run through my head every moment we're together…”

"Thoughts like what...?" You whisper, curious, but unable to look away from his lips.

Lucifer's gaze never leaves yours, even as he answers your question. "Thoughts that regularly make even the King of Hell blush," he says with a suggestive smile. He leans and gently brushes his lips against yours, lingering for just a moment before pulling away.

You blush at the soft touch, leaning forward when he pulls away, disappointed at the lack of him on you. Lucifer can't help but chuckle at your reaction. His own desire growing stronger with each passing moment, but he enjoyes teasing you. It was almost too easy. "Patience, my dear," he says, tracing a finger down your neck and stopping at the top of your chest.

"Lucifer... I... I am at a loss..." You struggle to say, your breath coming more raggedly now.

Lucifer's smirk grows wider at your words. He loves having this kind of effect on you. "Is that so?" he says, his voice low and dripping with sinful temptation. "Because I have never been more certain of anything in my entire existence."

You flush again. The implication of his statement registering. Seeing the color rise on your cheeks only fuels Lucifer's desire. He leans in closer to you, his lips just inches away from your ear as he speaks. "You have no idea what thoughts are running through my mind right now," he murmurs, his hot breath sending chills down your spine.

"Then share them with me and end your secrets. Let me help shoulder the burden..." You say sweetly, but with a voice still full of unfamiliar desire.

Lucifer pauses for a moment, surprised by your sudden boldness. He has to give you credit, it's quite enticing. Slowly, he pulls back to look into your eyes, his own dancing with intrigue and amusement. "Maybe I will," he says, his voice low and seductive.

"What thoughts do you hold secret...? let me share your burden..." You say softly. "thoughts of what... of me?"

Lucifer's lips curl up into a sly smile. "Always thoughts of you, my dear," he admits. "Thoughts of devious plans and fiery passion, temptation and desire. You have awakened something within me that I’d thought long gone." He sees the innocence in you, your desire to have him, while not knowing why or what to do with it.

"Devious... plans..." You repeat softly. "and desire...?"

Lucifer can't help but laugh at your innocent words, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yes, my dear. Devious plans and desires that I never thought I would have again." He leans in closer to you, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I... still don't understand..." You say softly, unconsciously leaning in as well.

Lucifer's eyes twinkle as he sees you dawn in more to him. He lowers his voice even more, making it sound as smooth as silk. "Allow me to enlighten you," he says, before slowly tracing the outline of your ear with his finger, sending shivers down your spine.

"You said you'd teach me?" You ask with a shiver.

"Hmm," Lucifer hums thoughtfully, his lips curling up into a sly smile. "I would consider it a pleasure, my dear." His finger trails down your neck, making you gasp softly at the sudden sensation.

"a-ahhh...." You let out an involuntary sound.

Lucifer's eyes darken with desire as he sees the effect he has on you. "You like that?" he whispers, his voice dripping with sinful intent. His fingers continuing to explore your body, causing you to shiver in response.

"I...I think so it's hard to tell... I've never, a-ah, neen touched like this before..."

"Don't worry, my dear. I'll make sure to make it an unforgettable experience for you."

You find yourself blushing again, despite not really knowing why. Lucifer couldn't help but notice and he chuckles softly, his eyes shining with amusement. "You're adorable," He says, as he leans on even closer, so close that you can feel the warmth of his breath against your lips.

"So... now what..." You ask shyly.

Lucifer's smirk grows wider as he hears your words, his gaze never leaving yours. "Now," He says in a low voice, his fingers gently trailing down the side of your face, "I think your body knows what is next..."

“But… angels don't procreate?” You say to him with a confused expression. It's only now that he's beginning to realize that you really do have no idea. You have no idea what sex for pleasure is or anything about it.

Lucifer's smirk vanishes, replaced by a look of shock. He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours. "Oh," he says softly, understanding dawning in his eyes. "You're *innocent,* innocent."

You tilt your head like a cutely confused puppy.

"Well," Lucifer attempts to explain, his voice softer now. "I know you told me that you didn't know about all this but you know about procreation. So I assumed you'd at least know the basics.” He looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to confirm or deny his suspicion.

"I've... Never seen it done..." You respond quietly.

His smirk returns, this time slightly sheepish. "So... You have no idea at all? Not even the slightest hint?" He speaks slowly to give you time to process his words, fingers still lingering on the side of your face.

"I... I've never..." You blush once more, seeming ashamed. "I don't truly know how to go about this..." You admit. "The older seraphim don't let us learn about human things..."

“Yes, you said that before," he says slowly, trying to process the information. He looks at you with a new understanding, his fingers gently brushing your cheek as he contemplates what to say next.

"Is that... bad?" You ask, looking away, ashamed. "Did I upset you? I'm sorry."

"No, no, my dear," he says quickly, turning your face back to his. "Not at all." His voice is full of sincerity and understanding. "There's nothing wrong with not knowing something." He pauses a moment, considering how to proceed.

You look back up at him from under your lashes, a sad look growing in your eyes. Lucifer can tell you just want him to be pleased with you. Intimately aware of the fear of disappointment that came along with being an angel. His heart clenches at the sight of the sadness in your eyes, and he resolves to make things right.

"You have not upset me, you could never," he says firmly, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You close your eyes, pressing your forehead into the kiss before looking back at Lucifer with a nervous anticipation.

"Okay," he says with a small smile before leaning in again to press another soft kiss to your lips. He pulls back just enough to see your eyes widen in surprise, but he could sense the longing and desire welling up within you. "I want you to feel safe, so speak up if anything makes you even a little bit uncomfortable." he instructs, holding himself above you on his bed.

You nod. "Ok. I can do that." You smile nervously back at him.

"Good," he says, his own smile growing wider as well. He leans in once, this time brushing his lips against your cheek, before moving down to your neck and pressing soft kisses there as well, pulling a whimper from your lips.

He heard it, as well as felt you shiver and couldn't resist letting out a low chuckle. He pulls back slightly, his eyes meeting yours, "Did that make you shiver?" he asks in a husky voice, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip.

You nod. "It... it feels nice..." You say shyly.

"I'm glad." he says, his voice dropping lower as he leans back in to resume his kisses on your neck. He can feel you relaxing beneath him, your body melting into the mattress under his touch. He takes his time with you, savoring every second of this intimate moment, happily hearing your breathing grow heavier as your body responds positively.

"L-lucifer," you whimper. Feeling your body's response, Lucifer couldn't help but smirk against your neck. He looks down at you, his eyes dark and filled with desire. "You enjoying yourself so far?" He whispers, his hand sliding down your body and resting gently between your legs.

You gasp, your cheeks flushing as you feel him touch you in such a sensitive place. "W-what's this," you ask quickly, your voice almost a moan.

A mischievous smirk plays on Lucifer's lips as he feels you respond. "That, my love," He murmurs, "Is what we call anticipation. But this? This is just pleasure." His fingers start to move in slow, gentle circles, his eyes watching as your eyes flutter close and your breath hitches. "Does it feel good?"

"A-ah~!" You moan, your back arching at the sudden dizzying feeling. "Y-yes..."

He smiles sweetly, his breath warm against your neck as he continues to tease you. "You're so beautiful, but now? When you stop trying to be perfect like the other seraphim tell you that you have to be? You're positively irresistible." His fingers move faster, his thumb focusing on your clit.

Your hands grip the sheets as you breathe quicker, squirming at his touch delectably. He moves down, his lips kissing down your body as he moves between your legs, lifting your long skirts, "I can make you feel even better." His voice was a seductive growl that sent shivers down your spine. "As long as you're still comfortable..."

You flush, looking at Lucifer with a blissed out expression. "Y-yes please..." You whimper, "Don't stop..."

He smirks, his eyes twinkling with delight as he moves between your legs. "Do you trust me?" He asked, his voice teasing.

“I… yes I do,” you say and find it to be true.

An intense happiness floods him. He leans in closer, pressing a gentle kiss to your inner thigh. "I'll make sure you don't regret it."

You shiver as his lips touch your skin, no one ever having touched there before. He continues to kiss along your inner thigh, his hands gently hiking up your skirts to reveal more of your pale, shapely legs. His touch is gentle, almost reverent, a stark contrast to the lustful, carnal desire still blazing in his eyes.

You squirm at his touches, whimpering and breath hitching. He chuckles darkly, his breath warm against your skin as he trails his lips higher and higher. "You're so responsive," He purrs, the words vibrating against your skin. "I can't wait to see how you look when I'm making you scream."

"S-scream?" You ask a little scared for a moment, but not pulling away.

He looks up at you, his gaze simmering with desire and mischief. "Yes," He says, his voice low and seductive. "I want to make you scream my name until your throat is hoarse."

"A-are you going to hurt me?" You ask, slightly worried.

He frowns, his teasing demeanor flickering away for a moment. "No," He says firmly. "I would never hurt you, not in the way you're thinking. I want to pleasure you, to make you lose control, to hear you cry out in ecstasy."

You still look at him with such confusion. It makes Lucifer wonder what's going on up in heaven these days, why they're keeping information like this from the younger angels. He studies you for a moment, his gaze softening. "You really are innocent, aren't you?" He asks gently. "I had no idea how little some of you seraphim knew about the pleasures of the flesh." He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "I... I want to make you feel things you've never felt before."

You let out a shiver. "W-what are you going to do...?" You ask, once again reminding him just how little you know about this subject.

"I'm going to show you how it feels to be truly desired." His voice was low and smooth, sending bolts of electricity down your spine. He leans forward, pressing another soft kiss on your inner thigh. He looks up at you, his eyes shining with mischief and anticipation.

You take a deep breath, eyes shutting for a moment before looking back to Lucifer again. "I-I'm ready. I trust you..."

"Good." He smiles and shifts closer, his breath hot against your skin. Slowly, he trails his lips along your thigh, his hands sliding back under your dress to caress your skin. He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire as he moves closer to his goal. Your breath begins to pick up as you are pulled slowly but surely into his desire.

"I can feel your heart racing." He whispers, his voice like velvet against your skin. His hands move higher, gently teasing as he continues to explore your body. He looks up at you with a wicked grin, "You're so responsive."

"I-is that good?" You ask through hitched breaths.

"Oh, it's very good." He purrs, his voice dropping even lower. He can hear the desire in your voice and it only fuels his own. He moves closer, his lips now dangerously close to your most intimate parts. "I want to taste you." He says with a wicked grin, his breath hot against your skin. And with that, he presses his lips to your center, his tongue immediately seeking out your pleasure. His hands grip the tops of your thighs tightly as he feasts on you, determined to make you scream his name.

"T-taste?" You yelp just as you feel his lips on your heat. "W-wait! thats-that's not, a-ah!" You cry out, both from shock and the sudden wave of pleasure coursing through you.

"My dear, you taste like the purest form of sin." He says, his voice echoing with satisfaction at your reaction. His tongue swirls around, teasing you before he suckd gently on your clit. He ignores your protests, knowing that it will only make you taste sweeter.

You moan loudly, your legs squeezing around his head. "A-ah!? ah! Lucifer!?" You groan out, your back arching while your hands take root in Lucifer’s blond hair. "W-what... what's happening!?"

"I'm making you feel good, my darling." He says in between licks and kisses to your womanhood. "You taste so sweet, I can't get enough." He adds, his fingers joining the assault on your senses as he slowly inserts two of them inside of you. "Giving the woman I care for pleasure is my favorite thing to do.”

Your sweet sounds grow in volume and pitch. You grip his hair desperately as an anchor. "C-care for..?" You stutter out embarrassed.

"Of course, my dear." He pauses his actions, raising his gaze to meet yours, his fingers still gently moving inside you. "You may think Hell is all fire and brimstone, but there is more to me than the devil people make me out to be."

"I-I never thought that of you..." You admit through your moans. "I knew the stories couldn't be true... i-its why I volunteered to c-come..."

"Ah, my sweet little angel," He says with a charming smile, his fingers still moving in and out of you. "I knew from the moment I saw you that you were different, that you had a spark that set you apart. I'm glad to see you here, and even more so now."

"Lucifer~!" You moan out. "W-what's happening to me...!?" You ask as you feel a knot forming in your stomach.

"Shh, my darling." He whispers, leaning forward to brush a soft kiss against your lips. "Let go, surrender to the pleasure that I can bring you. You'll find release in my arms." He continues his movement, slowly bringing you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

You feel your core tighten before loudly unraveling around his fingers and tongue. Lucifer groans in pleasure as he feels you tighten around him, tasting and feeling every inch of you. He takes his time, savoring the experience, before finally pulling away with a satisfied smile. "That's it, my sweet little angel. You taste like heaven."

You breathe heavily, exhausted. "W-what was that...?" You ask.

Lucifer chuckles softly, running a hand through his hair. "That, my sweet, was called an orgasm." He winks at you playfully, before reaching out to caress your cheek. "I plan to give you at least a few more before the night is out."

You blush, pushing yourself up to a sitting position. "I want to try." You say suddenly, catching him off guard. “For you.”

His eyes widen in surprise, but he can't help but grin at your words. "Well then, I'm all yours." He leans back against the pillows, watching you intently.

As you crawl towards him, your confidence wanes. You look down at his pants nervously, slowly reaching towards his belt. Lucifer’s breath hitches as he watches you approach, his heart racing with excitement. "You're so beautiful." He whispers, his voice full of desire as he watches your hand reach for his belt.

"Beautiful...?" You ask, blushing.

He chuckles softly, "Yes, beautiful. You have no idea the effect you have on me." He reaches out and gently tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his touch making you shiver. "I can't resist you when you look at me like that."

You stop, stunned. "I... no one's ever..."

His heart clenches at your words, realizing that someone as confident and powerful as you has never been admired for your beauty before. "Well, let me be the first." He says softly, leaning in to press his lips to yours in a gentle, loving kiss. "You are truly breathtaking."

You sigh into the kiss, your nerves seeming to melt away. While keeping eye contact with Lucifer, you make quick work of his belt and pants, unleashing his already fully erect manhood. You blush at the sight and your eyes widen.

Lucifer can't help but let out a low groan as you gently take him in your hands, reveling in the feeling of your touch. He runs his fingers through your hair, pulling you to his face and kissing you again. "You have no idea how much I want you." He whispers against your lips.

Your whole body trembles at his admission. As you break the kiss you look down at his lap. "So... I... I can lick it...?"

The desire in your eyes, the way you trembled beneath his touch, the innocence in your question. It all made Lucifer's heart race with need and desire. "Yes, my dear, you certainly may,” he says, "Among other things."

"Other things...?" You ask as you take him gently in your hand.

"Oh, yes, but we'll get there." Lucifer replies as he leans back on the bed, letting out a low sigh of pleasure as you touch him.

You lean down, pressing your tongue to the base of his cock and lick up the full length. A throaty groan escapes Lucifer's lips at the feeling of your warm tongue against his skin. He reaches down and tangles his fingers in your hair, gently guiding you towards the tip of his member. "Oh, fuck…”

"Was that good...?" You ask.

Lucifer's eyes blaze with lust and his grip on your hair tightened momentarily as he fights for control. "Yes, my dear, that was very good." He managed to say, his voice rough and low. "But I want more.”

You nod, leaning back down. "What else do I do...?" You ask. "I only know what you did to me..."

"Oh, there's so much more we can do." Lucifer murmurs, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he watches you reposition yourself. He places his hand at the back of your head, gently encouraging you to take more of him into your mouth.

Suddenly understanding, and without hesitation, you take his full length into your mouth. You begin taking him deeper and deeper until your lips are flush with his pelvis.

Lucifer throws his head back and lets out a loud moan, hand flying up to cover his mouth as your lips wrap around him. He could feel your throat tighten as you take him in, the sensation making his hips buck involuntarily. "Holy shit!" He cried, running his fingers through your hair. "Fuck, oh my..."

You pull back quickly looking up at Lucifer with a concerned look. "I'm sorry! Did I hurt you? Was that wrong?" You ask quickly.

Lucifer chuckles softly, pulling you back up to his level gently by your face. "No no, you didn't do anything wrong." He assures, smoothing down your hair before cupping your cheek. "In fact, you did something very right. I just didn't expect you to take it fully like that."

"Is that not normal?"

Lucifer raises an eyebrow, a curious smirk playing on his lips. "Normal?" He repeats, "No. Most people can't do that even if they've been doing it forever, let alone their first time." He leans closer to you, "But you..." He trails off, looking at you with an intensity that makes your heart flutter.

"What... about me...?" You ask.

He leans back in, his eyes shining with amusement. "There's something about you, my dear." Lucifer murmurs, tracing his thumb gently along your jawline. "You're... different." he admits with a seductive lilt.

You blush, your eyelids fluttering. "Um... so... do you want me to do it again...?" You ask.

Lucifer chuckles softly, his eyes lighting up with excitement at the prospect. "I would absolutely adore it if you did." He says, his voice dipping down into a deeper, huskier register, the charm almost oozing out of every word.

With a smile, you move back down to his lap, taking him back into your mouth and going down as far as you can get you before moving back again, slowly bobbing your head on his cock.

Lucifer's eyes close as he lets out a deep sigh of pleasure, his head falling back against the cushions. His hands find their way to your hair, fingers playing with the strands absentmindedly, gently tugging at them when you pick up the pace and intensity.

You look up at the man. He was beautiful, eyes half open, blond hair mussed up. The ruler of hell was laid before you, his sounds making your insides do flips.

Lucifer's eyes snap back open, locked onto yours. He can't help but smirk at the way you observe him, taking in his reactions and little moans. "You're enjoying this a bit too much, aren't you?"

"I lig maging yoo fee goo..." You say, trying to speak without pulling back.

Lucifer suppresses a moan, watching as you speak with his cock still in your mouth was incredibly lewd. "You like making me feel good?" he asks to confirm.

You nod, continuing to attempt to deepthroat him, causing Lucifer to let out a low moan as you start up again, his head tilting back in pleasure. He can feel your tongue swirl around him as you try to take him deeper. "That's it... just like that," he encourages, continuing to run his fingers through your hair.

You take Lucifer as deeply as you can, giving a few little deep bounces before going back to full length pumps. His moans grow louder as you take him to the back of your throat and then pull back, only to repeat the process. He could tell you were naturally skilled at this and the thought alone made him throb harder in your mouth. "Oh, you know how to please..."

Thinking on what he did to you, you decide to wet your fingers along his shaft before moving to his ass, slowly pressing one into him.

Lucifer's body tenses as he feels your wet finger press against his entrance. He’s taken aback at first, but the feeling of your finger slowly sinking into him made him let out a low moan of pleasure. He hadn't expected this from you but he found himself craving more.

When he seems to take one well, you press in a second, not slowing your mouth down at all. Lucifer's back arches as he feels the second finger enter him, and his hips buck forward into your mouth. He can hardly contain himself as you continue to suck him off with unwarranted expertise, each movement of your fingers sending waves of pleasure through his body. "Satan, yes!"

You begin to curl your fingers inside him, inadvertently pressing against his prostate with each thrust as you continue to take his cock deep into your throat. The feeling makes Lucifer moan even louder. His cock throbs in your mouth, leaking precum. Hell, he couldn't even remember the last time he had felt this much pleasure.

You hum onto his length in excitement, pumping your fingers faster, desperate to make him feel the same pleasure he made you feel before. The sensation of your humming on his cock sends shivers down Lucifer's spine. It was a feeling he couldn't resist, the vibrations amplifying the pleasure from your fingers inside him. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, "Ah fuck, yes just like that…” he moans.

You speed up, going deeper, sucking harder, moaning onto him. Watching this man fall apart at your touch felt almost as good as what he'd done to you earlier.

Lucifer's moans grow louder and his breath hitches as he feels himself reaching his climax. The way your mouth and fingers work in sync was driving him crazy. He could feel the knot in his stomach tightening as he came closer, "Oh shit, I'm so close...”

Lucifer let out a guttural groan as you pressed in a third finger. He could feel every inch of the invasion, and it was pushing him over the edge. His hips buck beneath your touch as he loses himself in the sensation.

"W-wait Wait!" he cries out as he feels himself about to cum. But you don't stop, instead taking him as deeply as you can and holding him there, your throat tightening around him.

Lucifer lets out a choked cry, his hips bucking upwards as he's taken deeper. His hands grip the sheets beneath him, the feeling of your throat tightening around him overwhelming, and he could feel himself being pushed past the edge. "Fuck...I'm cumming!"

You keep him deep in your throat, his cum shooting thick ropes, what feels like, directly into your stomach. You moan at his reactions, eyes rolling back in your head. Lucifer lets out a choked cry as he cums, his hips still bucking upwards into your mouth. You only pull off back once you're sure he's finished.

Lucifer, still panting heavily, watches as you pull off of him. He admires the sight as your hand raises to touch your lips delicately. "Oh, shit, here!" he stumbles to grab a tissue for you to spit out his semen.

"Here what...?" You ask and it sinks in for him that it's gone.

“Did you swallow it?” Lucifer's eyes widen in surprise as he watches you. He can't help but let out a low chuckle at your boldness. "You're a naughty little thing, aren't you?"

You blush, suddenly embarrassed. "Was I not supposed to do that...?" You ask, worried.

Lucifer's face softens as he sees the concern on your face. He shakes his head and gently brushes a strand of hair away from your face. "No, it's not that. I was just taken aback that you did it so nonchalantly."

You tilt your head again. "I... don't understand..." the juxtaposition of your innocent confused face with his cum still on your lips, all while hovering over his still throbbing cock really seemed to really do something for him.

Lucifer couldn't help but smirk at the sight, his cock still sensitive from your incredible blowjob. "Let's just say I didn't expect it." He leans in, kissing you deeply once again, this time with more urgency as his hands grip your waist tightly.

You gasp at his sudden aggressiveness, but don't fight it, enjoying it in fact. Pressing into the kiss and letting out little yips and moans, you both attack each other's mouths. Lucifer growls at the pleasure in your response, his grip on you tightening as he deepens the kiss even further. He can feel himself losing control as you press into him, letting out those needy little sounds that only drive him more wild.

"Lucifer..." You moan his name out between kisses, crawling up to straddle him, arms around his neck, hands in his hair.

"Ah, there we go." Lucifer purrs, wrapping his arms around your waist as you climb onto his lap. He can't resist but to slip his hands under your clothes, groaning at the feeling of your skin against his fingertips.

"A-ah," you moan as he caresses your bare skin.

Lucifer can't help but smirk at the reaction he gets from you. He runs his fingers up and down your spine, teasingly close to sensitive spots that make you squirm in his lap. "You like that?" He purrs, leaning in to bite at your neck gently.

"Your touch makes me... tingly..." You say shyly.

"Does it now?" Lucifer chuckles, trailing kisses down your neck and over your collarbone, sliding his hands down to cup your ass. He squeezes gently, grinding you against him as he claims more of your lips in a hungry kiss. You gasp loudly as you feel his still hard length grind against your dripping cunt, your neck straightening and giving him more real estate to kiss and bite.

"Mmm, you're so ready for me already." Lucifer groans, feeling your wetness press against him. He quickly begins to pull up your skirt, his desire to take you overpowering any patience he might have had. You make shy little squeaks as Lucifer eagerly attempts to get under the layers of crinoline. You lean back in an attempt to help only to fall onto your back on the bed with an "eep.”

"Cute little thing, aren't you?" Lucifer purrs, smirking as he finally manages to push your skirts up and reveal your bare slit beneath them. He crawls over you on the bed, sliding his fingers through your folds, loving how drenched they are. You shiver in response, taking in a sharp breath as he touches you.

"Do you like that, my dear?" He whispers huskily at you, leaning down to kiss along your throat before sucking on the skin above your pulse. All the while his fingers tease you, rubbing at your clit and threatening to plunge into you, but never letting it happen.

"Why are you teasing me?" You ask, bucking your hips into his hand. "Please..."

"Oh, I like hearing those words from your lips..." He purrs as he finally decides to continue, taking hold of himself and positioning at your opening all while enjoying the way you squirm beneath him. "It pleases me when you do. You beg so sweetly..."

You decide to lean into this. "please," you say in a whine. "Please make me feel good..." You wrap your arms around his neck. "Be my teacher, show me what was so worth the fall from heaven..."

A smirk crosses Lucifer's face, his eyes shining down at you as you wrap yourself around him. "You want to know what made my fall from grace worth it? Are you sure you can handle it?" He says, pressing just the tip of himself in.

You feel him prodding at your aching heat and pull in a quick breath. "L-Luci~!'

The smirk intensifies as he hears your breath hitch, his hand gently caressing your inner thigh. "Yes, my dear?" He slowly begins to push himself inside you, savoring the feeling of your warmth wrapping around him.

You arch your back as he slowly fills you, your head tilting back on the bed. "Luuuuciiii...." You moan his name in a low, sensual tone.

"You like that, don't you?" Lucifer murmurs, his voice low and seductive as he starts to move in a slow, steady rhythm. He can't help but enjoy the way you respond to him, the way you whimper his name like a plea for more.

You let out a high pitched breath, "I-I’ve never felt anything like this, a-ah~ before!"

A chuckle escapes his lips as he feels your walls grip him tighter. He pauses, looking down at you with a soft expression. "Don't worry, my dear. I'll guide you." He reassures you, before resuming his movements with a tender pace.

You look lovingly into his eyes, your hands gently on his cheeks. Lucifer can't help but notice the adoration in your gaze, and it stirs something deep within him. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before pulling back and gazing into your eyes once more. "Do you trust me?"

"I... yes..." You say, a little shocked. "I do."

He smiles, cupping your cheek with his hand. "Good." And with that, the pace picks up, his thrusts becoming more intense as he loses himself in the pleasure that only you can bring him.

"Oh! Oh! Lucifer! A-ahhh~!” You moan as he fills you completely.

"You're so fucking beautiful, my dear." Lucifer groans out, his hips snapping against yours as he loses himself in the sensation of being buried inside you. He can't get enough of your moans, your whimpers, the way your body writhes beneath him.

"I feel like I'll go crazy!" You moan out.

"Yes..." He growls, his hips slamming into yours with a needy urgency, driving you both closer to the edge. "I want to make you lose your mind, to make you scream my name until you can't speak."

"Oh, God, I'm feeling it again! something building up inside me!" You gasp.

"That's it, my dear. Let go. Surrender to the pleasure I'm giving you." Lucifer's hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he drives himself into you with rough, powerful thrusts that make your eyes roll back as an intense orgasm finally crashes over you. Your body trembles as you climax onto his cock. You feel as though you could die right then and be content.

"Lucifer~!" You musically moan his name.

"Damn, but you're perfect." Lucifer groans out as he watches you come apart beneath him. He can't resist the sight, the feeling of your tight walls clenching around him as you climax. "I want to try another position. I want to make you cum as many times as I can before I finish."

You breathe heavily and nod at Lucifer, trusting him to move you into whatever new position he wants.

"Good girl." He says, his lips brushing against your ear as he carefully lifts you up and turns you over onto your hands and knees. Lucifer grips your hips, pulling you against him as he slides back inside you from behind. "Do you like it from this angle?"

You gasp and throw your head back as you feel him enter you once more. "Y-yeeeesss...!" You moan, your tongue hanging out

"Fuck, that's hot." Lucifer growls out as he begins to move inside you, gripping your hips tightly as he fucks you from behind. He can feel every inch of you, the way your walls clench around him with every thrust.

"Oh, God, it's happening again already!" You moan loudly as you begin to tighten around him, cumming for the third time that night.

"Damn, you're insatiable." Lucifer's hands grip your hips even tighter, increasing the force of his thrusts as he chases his own release. He wants to make you cum one final time, to leave you completely spent in his bed. Your arms give out, your face pressing into the mattress with your eyes rolled back in your head as he fucks into you from behind.

"Fuck!" Lucifer growls, chasing his own release as he pounds hard and fast into your dripping wet sex. "Oh, fuck... I'm close." Lucifer groans out, his hips snapping against you as his cock throbs inside. "Come on, little angel. Milk my cock with your tight cunt as I fill you up."

He can feel your walls tightening around him, and knows you're about to cum once more for him. You don't even speak this time, just emitting guttural moans as you cum once more, your cunt clamping down around him.

"That's it, that's a good girl. Cum for me one last time." Lucifer groans out. He can feel himself losing control, his balls drawing up tight against his body as he gets closer and closer.

Your eyes roll back in your head, glazed over, tongue lolling from your mouth as you moan for him. Any concept of self is completely gone and replaced only with the pleasure that his cock is giving you.

"Fuck, you look absolutely beautiful like this." Lucifer groans out, feeling his own orgasm wash over him as he thrusts deep inside of you. He can feel his cock throbbing as he shoots rope after rope of cum deep inside of you, filling you up completely.

You let out a deep moan as you feel his cum inside you, filling you and covering your cervix with his angelic seed.

"That's it, little angel. Take it all deep inside of you." Lucifer groans out, thrusting slowly now as his orgasm comes to a close. He can feel your walls fluttering around him as your body milks him for every last drop.

"Lu...Luci...fer..." You mumble, limp and sexed out.

“Hm?" Lucifer hums out, still buried deep inside of you as he catches his breath. He can feel your walls still pulsing around him, thoroughly satisfied. Lucifer pulls out and flops down beside you. He wraps his arms around your trembling form, snuggling you close as he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Yes, little angel?"

You look up at you with glassy eyes, panting, and looking thoroughly well fucked and cock drunk.

Lucifer grins softly at you, running a finger down your cheek as he stares into your foggy eyes. He can see the pleasure and satisfaction in them, and it fills his own heart with warmth. "You look absolutely beautiful, little angel."

"That... was incredible..." You sigh.

Lucifer grins at you, feeling a flutter in his chest at how deeply satisfied you look. "Incredible, you say?" He purrs, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. He pulls back when he feels your arms wrap around him, pulling him in for a deeper kiss.

You moan into his mouth, your tongue searching for his, greedily. Lucifer groans and leans into it. His tongue reaches for yours as soon as he feels contact with your lips. His strong hands slide down to rest on your hips, pulling you closer against his still naked body. There's not a single inch of distance left between the two of you.

"Lucifer..." You moan pressing yourself against him as well.

"Is there anything that you want, little angel?" Lucifer murmurs against your lips. His hand moves from your hip, slowly working its way upwards to cup a warm, heavy breast in his palm. His fingers tease at your nipple, making it harden to his touch.

"A-ah~..." Your breath hitches at his touch. "I don't know... I... I didn't know it was possible to feel pleasure like that..."

A wicked grin spreads across Lucifer's face as he hears your words. "You liked it then?" He purrs into your ear as though you didn't just fall apart moments ago, all while nipping your earlobe gently.

"Yes..." You groan honestly. "the other seraphim made it sound so unpleasant... made it sound as though you were crazy to have chosen this over your place in heaven... but now..." You glance up at him with a strange look in your eyes. "I don't know if I want to go back..."

Lucifer leans back and tilts your chin up to meet his gaze, pulling you into his side as he wraps his arm around you protectively.

“Do you mean that?” He asks, both terrified and hopeful.

You nod. He can see the way you're struggling and he understands all too well.

"It's hard to go back when you've tasted the forbidden fruit, isn't it, little angel?" He says softly.

You look up at him with a lost look in your eyes. He remembers this feeling. The feeling of being lied to by those you trusted, of the desire to stay with the one who showed you this pleasure, this truth. and the fear of the future no matter what you choose.

"You're not alone, little angel," he says softly, his lips against your forehead. "I know all about the betrayal, the lies, and the corruption that hides behind heaven's pearly gates." He runs his fingers through your hair gently, trying to soothe you.

"How do I go back... knowing I could have this?" I ask, “have… have you?” you look to him for guidance like a lost lamb.

He sighs, pulling you into his chest as he looks down at you. "It's hard, little angel, to go back when you've had a taste of freedom, of truth, of pleasure." He whispers against your lips. "Just remember who you were, and who you are now."

"But... what if I didn't want to...?" You say slowly, giving Lucifer a worried look, concerned he might reject you or chastise you.

He raises his hand to cup your cheek gently, stopping your words and looking into your eyes. "Then you'll stay here with me, little angel." He says softly, his voice gentle and sincere as he wipes away a stray tear from your cheek before he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Your eyes go wide. "Stay..." You repeat in disbelief. "You... you'd let me... stay with you?" You ask.

The confusion and hope in your voice makes him chuckle softly, his lips press against the top of your head. "Did you think I'd let you go so easily after finding someone worth fighting for?" He runs his fingers through your hair as he speaks softly. "Yes. I would gladly keep you by my side. and I'd protect you from any who would try to drag you back above."

Tears begin to well in your eyes. "You... you mean that don't you...?" You ask, seemingly afraid to trust this, it feels too good to be true.

He pulls back and cups your face with both hands as he looks into your eyes. "Yes, little angel. I mean it. I would fight both heaven and hell for you." He says softly, wiping away the tears that had spilled from your eyes. “And I will not break your heart, if you'll trust me with it."

Your eyes light up, tears rolling down your cheeks. "Yes, please, I... I think I want that."

“I love you…” he sighs sweetly.

“I… I love you, too…” you say back.

He smiles at your words, before pressing a kiss to your cheek where he'd wiped a tear away, then another to the opposite cheek. Then one more, this time on your lips. His hands slip into your hair as he holds you close "Then stay, little angel"

"I... I will..." You smile, happy tears still flowing.

He presses his forehead to yours as he smiles softly and holds you close. He runs his hands over your back and down to your hips, pulling you closer. His chin rests on your shoulder, breath fluttering along your neck. He smiles warmly at you before he wipes away the rest of your tears gently. "Then it's settled, little angel." He leans in to press a tender kiss to your lips. When he pulls back he kisses the tip of your nose.

"Oh!" I begin, startled.

His arms tighten around you as he pulls you close, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "What is it?”

"Would you mind terribly if I went back to heaven one last time? To kind of, set my affairs in order?" You ask.

He sighs softly. "You know I'm not going to keep you here if it's important for you to do that, but I will confess that it pains me to even think of you leaving." He kisses your forehead softly, "Not that I don't trust you. It's them I fear. What they might do if they discovered what you were doing."

"Do you think they'd do something to me?" You ask, slightly concerned.

He sighs, "I'm not sure, sweetheart. But I'm going to assume they would at least try to stop you from leaving them." He looks at you seriously before he continues, "And that means they might do anything to keep you with them. I can't imagine that they'd punish an angel who attempted to fall with falling."

You look down at his chest, his beautiful, perfect, marble chest... shaking your head to not become distracted, you notice the feather he placed on you like a bracelet. "Oh!" You cry out, holding it up. "Didn't you say that if anything bad were to happen to me all I'd have to do is take this off and you would come running to my rescue?"

His brows furrow in concern and he frowns as he looks at your bracelet. "Yes, if you have that feather I will be able to sense if you are in danger." He hugs you close before kissing the top of your head. "But I would really rather not rely on that..."

"I know... me neither. But it's better than nothing right?" You ask.

He sighs, his body tensing slightly before he kisses your cheek gently. "You're right, in a desperate situation it could be a life-line..." he looks down into your eyes and he gives you a small, sad smile.

With an overjoyed expression, you throw my arms around him. "Thank you!" You cry out.

He chuckles quietly before wrapping you in his arms and holding you close. "Don't thank me, I'm not giving you permission. You're free to go wherever you please. I just don't want you to think it's a good idea to go back to heaven after this." He says softly. "You belong here now, with me..."

"I know, I know. I wouldn't if I didn't absolutely have to. But I need it to be obvious that I left of my own accord. If I just never return home they will come looking for me. They'll assume you've kidnapped me or something." Lucifer watches as tears well in your eyes at the thought. "They'd hunt you down. I couldn't... I couldn't bear that."

His arms tighten around you and he sighs softly, "I know... I would be able to defend myself, even against the armies of heaven but I couldn't bear to see you torn between your loyalties... or worse, hurt in the cross-fire."

"Then let me do this. Let me go back. I'll make an appearance and take some of my things. Leave a note. Then it will be apparent that I left of my own volition and you had nothing to do with it. Then I'll come straight back down to you.”

After a moment of contemplation and concern, he sighs softly before nodding. "If you're sure, I'll let you go this once... take a few things, write a note and then come back home to me." He gazes into your eyes and leans in to kiss you softly.

"Thank you for trusting me. I promise this isn't an excuse to escape back home. Do you believe that?" You ask.

He looks deep into your eyes and nods, "Yes I do... I trust you not to leave for good. But I still can't stop myself worrying about you." He takes a deep breath before continuing. "Just be safe up there, okay? The higher powers aren't exactly known for their forgiveness or mercy... I would hate for anything to happen to you." He pulls you in for a tight, warming hug as he whispers in your ear.

You nod, tightly hugging him back. "I will."

He holds you a moment longer and then pulls back, gazing into your eyes one last time before you leave. "I'll be waiting for you, with open arms." He gives you a small smile and then watches as you stand, dressing quickly before disappearing into the portal to heaven. Turning back for one last glance and a blown kiss goodbye before it closes.

Was that spicy enough for you!? Was it worth the wait!? Well... Basque while you can because it's always calmest before the storm. And BOI is there a big storm coming.

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One in the Grave | 01

❀ Pairing: Vampire!Vernon x Dhampir!Reader (f) 

❀ Summary: Immortal problems require immortal solutions, but you never expected the unlikely help from a vampire lord and the destruction that might come with it. 

❀ Series Word Count: 8,143

❀ Genre: Supernatural, Dystopian,

❀ Type: Unlikely allies to lovers, slow burn, angst, eventual smut

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging in and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

❀ Chapter Warnings: My baby girl has PTSD!!! Very much forgetting where she is sometimes and thinking she’s back in The Bad Place, mentions of past torture and abuse (recalls someone breaking her bones over and over), mentions of mind control/compulsion, mentions of murder, gross ass vampires being killed grossly and sometimes the word choice is icky like did I need to use the word sinew? No but I did. A lot of references to Trauma and Being Traumatized, Jeonghan is funny but also diabolical about said Trauma, lots of blood because this is a vampire fic, fight scenes that idk if they make sense, mentions of disease, like hints of mentions of there being like DiRtY bLoOd classism what else… reader hates herself and it’s Saur Obvious. Reader sort of has an accidental terminator setting when she gets too into fighting and goes Sicko Mode and punches through a vampires chest to rip its heart out idk thats kind graphic

❀ A/N: This chapter took me forever to write because I re-wrote sections so many times, but I'm finally happy with where I ended up. I deviated from my outline almost immediately, but this beginning to this story feels more natural than the original! I am so excited to be writing this and to take you on a very dramatic journey through this vampiric, dystopian world.

A/N 2: Huge thank you to the best beta team a girlie can ask for in @daechwitatamic and @eoieopda because without them, so much of this would not make sense.

❀ Disclaimer: Disclaimer: All members of Seventeen are faces and name claims for stories. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios. Moreover, none of my works accurately reflect, represent or take a stance on the nuances of Korean culture, cities, people etc. Seventeen members are not Seventeen culturally, intellectually, physically, or representationally in my stories, and should be considered name and face stand-ins for made up characters.

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I need not fear the dark. I need not fear the pain. In the dark, I was made. In pain, I become anew. I am the Grim. 

Darkness seeps from the damp walls next to you. The air is foul and wet, leaving a sour taste on your tongue, nearly cloying the back of your throat. There’s no part of the Undercity that isn’t dripping with rot. It clings to your boots as you slip through the tunnels, settling on your skin as you turn a corner.

Water drips in several of the tunnels. You can hear the soft splash as the drops hit the puddles, the only sound in the deep dark. You frown - you know you’re not alone. The underground paths leading to the heart of the Undercity might seem empty, but they are never what they appear to be.

On instinct, you take a left. Even in the dark, you can see the general lay of the land, a complex network of abandoned, vampire-made passageways under the city of Black Harbor. The tunnels go farther than the city walls, stretching beneath the human districts in the Tombstones and ending at random stop points in the Wilds. 

Another left and you’ll be heading east toward the coast. Even the old vampires would lose their way in the tunnels - everything looks and smells the same. You’re not one of them, though, and you’ve learned these tunnels by heart. Could navigate them even without your sharp vision. 

A wet step catches your attention. You stop and crouch low, looking ahead. Dark shapes blend together. Even with enhanced vision, you can only see so far in the Undercity, the general darkness blending together. 

But you can hear. 

Another wet step catches your ears. You close your eyes and focus on the sounds. The steady drip drip drip of the pipes brackets the sound of a soft hissing - not hissing. Sniffing. Scenting.

Without wind in the Undercity, you don’t have to worry about the breeze carrying your scent. Still, the things lurking in the dark, especially recently, are better at smelling the difference between what’s alive and what’s dead. You straddle the line between, but you’re alive enough. 

Slowly, your hand reaches up behind your back, grasping the leather handle of your blade. The scenting stops and you hear a soft grinding sound, like teeth gnashing, followed by slow steps. You pull your blade out the rest of the way, twisting it in your hand and taking a slow, deep breath. 

The steps stop for a moment - and then something is running, the wet slap deafening in the silence of the tunnels. You poise yourself, leaning a little forward, ready to throw your weight into your strike. You’ll need to be fast.

Out of the darkness, a loping humanoid shape appears. The Rabid looks more or less human from a distance, but as it gets closer, you see everything wrong with it: crimson eyes as a result of broken blood vessels, bulging veins as a result of swelling before the host died, rows of serrated teeth, and twitching, dislocated limbs.

Nothing about a Rabid is human. Nothing about a Rabid is really a vampire, either. Though they’re a vampire species, they lack the fundamental ability for cognitive function, and are thus only driven by the need to feed insatiably. 

Human-shaped but twisted by post-mortem metamorphosis, whatever person they used to be before Red Fever infected them and killed them is gone. In the place of what used to be a person is a genderless cryptid with muscular, half-rotted bodies and nails like talons. They’re more bedtime story monsters than they are anything else, and you’re running around their home in the dark. 

The feral hunger works in your favor. The Rabid misses on its first swing as you duck, throwing your weight into your thrust as you plunge the sword through the creature’s abdomen. It screams, striking at you again but you’re already moving, keeping your momentum going as you pull the weapon with you, the sucking sound of the blade pulling from its stomach sickening. 

It isn’t the worst sound you’ve heard, and you don’t let it stop you as you spin on your heel, slicing wickedly at the Rabid’s head. It ducks, though, sensing the attack as it scrambles away from you, curling inward as it bleeds from the middle. The wound won’t kill it, but making them bleed is key.

Blood is imperative to a Rabid’s strength. The more blood they’ve ingested recently, the stronger they are. Severing limbs and damaging the heart that pumps blood through the system - or removing it entirely - is important. 

The creature turns to face you again. You spin the blade, point it toward the Rabid and take a wide stance, one foot forward and one foot backward with your weight centered on the back foot. Any other foe with a thinking, calculating sense would try to assess. The Rabid does not, driving forward again with a snarl, jaw extending beyond a normal human’s with the intention to bite down wherever it can. 

Spinning to the side, your sword arm follows your momentum, coming down hard on the back of the Rabid’s neck. You hear the crack of bone as it cuts, your sword carving easily. The head separates from the rest of the body, thudding against the wet floor of the tunnel. 

There’s no time to worry about burning the body yet. More hisses slither up the tunnel and the wet slap of feet rushing toward you is warning enough that other Rabids have been alerted. 

That’s fine. You step away from the slain beast and face the source of the noise, taking your stance again, muscles coiled, heart pounding as your blood rushes. You feel the adrenaline mount, hitting your system like a high, pulse throbbing, focus narrowing.  

Kill. Kill. 

The impulse is fleeting, there and gone again. You grimace and swallow down the instinct to fall into a blind rage. Using bloodlust to fuel your fighting is a side effect of how you’ve been conditioned and taught - one you’re trying to get rid of. It might make you fight better, but it’s hard to escape the undercurrent of the frenzy once you let it pull you under. 

They charge, hissing and snarling as they go. There is nothing planned or in sync about their attack. Rabids may sometimes linger near one another or nest together, but there’s no pack mentality, no strategy to the way they move. It makes it easy to take them down, but easy to get overwhelmed if there are too many.

Three isn’t bad. You cut through them with concise, sharp movements. Fighting Rabids isn’t like fighting sentient creatures. It’s not a dance, but there is a chopping rhythm to it, a hack and step that feels like a pattern as you go. 

Step step slash. Step step stab. Step step duck. Step step slash. 

When it’s done, sweat beads at the back of your neck. Silence falls in the damp passageways of the Undercity. You stand, hardly winded with your sword dripping in ichor, looking down both of the hallways that bracket you on either side. 

Nothing else comes. 

You flick your sword hand, freeing it from some of the gore before digging into one of your pockets, fishing out a small bottle and cloth. Carefully you uncap the bottle and tilt your blade point down, pommel near your face. You squeeze liquid out over the metal, hearing the hiss as the antiseptic eats at the foul blood on the weapon before stoppering and putting it back in your pocket. 

With delicacy, you wipe the cloth on the flat of the blade, cleaning it. Sheathing the blade, you reach into another pocket, pulling out a small tablet of firestarter. You snap it in half and toss it onto the pile of bodies, flames catching immediately. 

The sudden light makes your vision flash white for just a moment before it adjusts. The darkness hovers at the edge of the light like a hungry, creeping thing. In the firelight, you see the dispatched bodies of the dead, once victims to the virus that killed them and turned them into the mindless, frenzied creatures that lurk in the Undercity tunnels and the Wilds. 

Not even the rats come down here. At least, the uninfected ones don’t. Even a rat makes a good meal for the feral creatures of the Undercity. 

There was a time when you would have fed on the rats in the Undercity. A time you were so hungry, you gave into your primal instincts. A time when you were so hungry for love and approval from your master that you would do - and did - anything for it. Giving into bloodlust when fighting and becoming a mindless tool was easy, back then. 

Fresh air greets you as you climb the rusty, iron ladder to the surface. It’s cold outside, autumn wind stinging the sweat on the back of your neck when you finally pull yourself out of the hole and flip the heavy, metal lid over one of many entrances to the Undercity. 

An empty quad of an abandoned school surrounds you, crumbling brick buildings empty save for rotted furniture and dust, walls blown in and cracked from some skirmish during The Fall. The schoolyard grass is overgrown, brushing against your hips as you begin your routine, movements down to a science. 

First, you pull the bottle of antiseptic out of your pocket and clean your hands before pulling out cleaning supplies from your pack. Then, you pull off all your clothes, cool air making the hair on your arms stand on end. The cold gets worse when you begin to wipe your skin with sticky antiseptic pads, tossing them into a pile on the ground as you go. 

The routine is robotic. Disinfect. Take off your clothes. Disinfect. Put on new clothes. Disinfect. Put old clothes in a bio-safe bag to clean them later and burn the wipes. 

Getting the virus isn’t likely for you, but you never take the chance, especially living in the human districts on the outskirts of the city. Red Fever hasn’t plagued the mortal population in a few years, but a single outbreak could make the community collapse.

And the vampires in the city wouldn’t help. They never do, even as those living under their jurisdiction get picked off by Rabids, vampires undermining the law, and other things lurking in the ruins just outside of Black Harbor. 

No blood tax, no protection.

The sentiment makes you grit your teeth as you watch the antiseptic wipes turn to flames, then to embers, then to ashes. You can smell the fumes fade with the wind, along with the sound of a soft footfall. 

You wheel around, unsheathing the weapon at your feet as you spin, pointing the tip of your blade at the figure behind you. Jeonghan seems unphased, looking down the sharp edge of the sword with a lopsided grin. 

“Sloppy, little sister.”

“Oh fuck you.” Your muscles unclench and you spin the weapon, sheathing it. Jeonghan’s hands are in his pockets, eyes twinkling as he watches you. “What do you want?” 

“I can’t check up on you?”

“Not usually, no.”

Jeonghan doesn’t check up on you. At least, not in the way you imagine normal siblings might. Jeonghan isn’t a normal sibling, though. He’s hardly a sibling at all - you share a bloodsire, not a biological parent. Blood kin would be a more apt term for the familial bond between you.

Still, when you think back on your life, Jeonghan has always been there. Fills the corners of your memories as a steady hand, a vicious thorn in your side, a confidant, an enemy, a rival.

“You like visiting the Undercity these days. Perhaps I, too, am nostalgic.” 

“I don’t visit for nostalgia,” you snap. You strap the sword belt across your chest, the weight against your back a great comfort. “Don’t goad me.” 

Jeonghan looks the same as he always has in the last hundred or some odd years. He’d stopped aging - as most dhampirs do - sometime in his thirties. His round, youthful face, and gentle eyes hide the demon within. Hundreds have fallen prey to Jeonghan’s saccharine smile and false, gentle disposition. 

Wolf in lamb’s clothing. 

“You’re no fun. Junhui is so much nicer to me when I visit.”

“Jun is nice to everyone.” 

“Maybe you should take notes. Your neighbors might like you more.” You pause, looking at him with narrowed eyes. His grin spreads. “You think I don’t know where you live?” 

“What do you want?” 

“I need your assistance.” 

“Doubt it.”

“Not everyone is a monster-slaying machine like you are. Some of us actually take the time to enjoy our freedom.”

Freedom. 

A word you don’t quite understand. You might have gotten rid of the master holding your leash, but her influence is still heavy enough to control everything you do, even now. Freedom doesn’t exist for someone like you. Not really. You’re shackled by your inability to make your own choices, and the only things you’re good at are the things Lilith made you learn. 

I need not fear the dark. I need not fear the pain. In the dark, I was made. In pain, I become anew. I am the Grim. 

Most of your life has been spent in the service of killing your blood mother’s enemies, helping her carve her empire out in the world left over from the destruction of humankind. You’d also helped defeat her, but the absolution of ridding the world of her is not nearly enough to wipe out the long list of foul deeds to your name.

“You don’t have to help me.” Jeonghan’s voice brings you out of your thoughts. “However, I do not like the idea of going into a Rabid nest alone.”

“You want my help with a Rabid nest? Why?”

“There’s something inside of the building that a client needs. Some Rabids happen to have made it a home.”

You study him. He’s dressed in all-black dress pants and a black button-up, an equally black blazer thrown on over it. Jeonghan looks the part of casual elegance, a fine piece of art that is out of place in the middle of the abandoned bones of what was once a school, you think.

“Why me?”

“I need a weapon.” His mouth quirks. “Plus, I like you.”

“No, you don’t.” 

“I do! You’re my favorite sister.” 

“I’m the only sister you have that’s still alive.”

He holds up a finger to present his counterargument. “I killed our last sister but I haven’t killed you. If that’s not favoritism, what is?” 

You walk past him, heading toward Black Harbor. “I want half of whatever you’re being paid.”

“Thirty percent.” 

“Thirty-five.”

“Deal.”

Jeonghan catches up to you easily, hands still tucked into his pockets in that casual way of his. His hair is a little longer than you remember, tucked behind his ears as he smiles, happy to have you onboard for whatever it is he’s roped you into. 

It isn’t the first time he’s sought you out for assistance - especially for killing - and you know it won’t be the last. Of all your blood kin, Jeonghan is the one who keeps in contact with you the most. Junhui might be sweet and fond of you, as is his way, but you’re too volatile for him, made to be loved at a distance. 

None of your siblings love you, though. You don’t think any of the children of Lilith have the ability to love. It was bred out of you early and punished if it tried to crawl back in. Even loyalty to anyone but your master in the Undercity was punished. 

Neither of you asks how the other is. Jeonghan won’t answer you honestly and you suspect he knows exactly how you’ve been. The not-so-retired spymaster has a network of little spiders in his web, scrambling back and forth to feed him information on any number of people. 

You wonder if this is what freedom means to him. After living his entire life in the service of your shared sire, Jeonghan seems to have mastered his destiny, using the skills he was taught to climb the ranks among the vampires of Black Harbor and sit pretty. Still, in a way, he’s reverted to old habits just like you have, buying and selling secrets to keep himself safe like he did in the old days.

Maybe freedom is an illusion. 

The blasted landscape around you doesn’t change as you walk eastward. Nameless buildings and road structures spread out in either direction. Cracked, broken, and decayed is an apt description for most things outside of the city, especially the closer you get to the Wild. 

You turn northeast, heading toward the bridge that leads into Black Harbor. It’s roughly an hour's walk directly into the city from the abandoned schoolyard where you entered the Undercity. It isn’t the only entrance to the underground network, nor is it the closest, but it’s the most reliable and you don’t have to worry about anyone sneaking up on you.

Unless they’re a former resident themself, which are in rare numbers. 

“Where is this Rabid nest?” you ask as the night deepens. The cool air kisses the back of your neck and lifts strands of Jeonghan’s inky hair. Above, the moon is swollen and momentarily hidden behind thick clouds. 

“The old museum right outside the West End.” 

You glance sideways at him. “That museum was an epicenter of outbreaks. No wonder there’s a nest.” 

“Good thing we’re immune then, hmm?”

“We’re not immune, Jeonghan. Resistant and immune aren’t the same thing.” 

He shrugs his shoulders. “I survived the disease for two hundred years in the Undercity. And you have your nice little disinfectant wipes, don’t you?” Jeonghan pauses and looks you up and down, pointing at the ashes of your burnt pile. “Why do you do that, by the way? To protect that fragile little human community you live in?”

Yes, you want to say. Instead, you say nothing at all. Jeonghan might be half-human like you, but he has little empathy for them in general, unlike you. He tends to align himself with whoever he benefits the most from, and the humans have certainly never been in a position to help him out. 

Not that they would. Most humans don’t assign a difference between vampires and dhampir. Your human neighbors might tolerate your presence, but it’s just that - tolerance. As soon as they feel threatened by you, they’ll hire someone to try and kill you, as is the way in the Tombstones.  

Jeonghan scoffs. “Glad to see you haven’t lost your sentiment.”

“Rather auspicious for you, wouldn’t you say brother?” 

He grins but doesn’t respond, tilting his head up toward the sky. 

Gravel crunches beneath your feet. You keep a sweeping gaze on the quiet world around you. Crickets quiet as you pass, waiting until you’re out of range before taking up their song again. When the clouds move away from the moon, the world turns grey. 

Nothing disturbs the two of you on your walk. You spot a feral pack of cats with sharp eyes watching from the long grass. You can sense them assessing you, deciding if you’re prey or predator. They remain in their clutch of darkness. Predator, then. 

Jeonghan doesn’t strike up a conversation again as you walk. Instead of trying to get him to divulge details, you go through what you know about the old museum near the West End. It was a hot spot for breakouts early on during The Fall, and after Black Harbor became a city-state, it remained an issue under the jurisdiction of the Chwe family for years. 

A center of resources, it had been targeted early on as humans tried to build communities and safeholds in a rapidly apocalyptic world. The museum has the space to house the  resources, and protection that people brought to form a community, turning it into a quarantine zone at the very start of The Fall. Any building large enough to house a community center had people flocking to build safe zones, eager to recommission the square footage and walls into quarantined housing and living centers.

And they fell just as quickly. 

Disease has no consideration for isolation, though. Particularly one as contagious and debilitating as Red Fever. In most cases, people killed themselves once they realized they had the fever. Suffering through the hemorrhaging and the madness wasn’t worth the small chance of turning into a vampire post-death, and carriers were too dangerous to be kept alive anyway. Accusations of sickness were as deadly as catching the virus itself. 

The museum still remained a problem even after the collapse of its original community. Humans like to stick to what they know, rebuilding on old ground and trying to salvage what was left before them. Perhaps the human communities there could have flourished if the guard in the West End did anything to keep the Rabids and the rogue bands of vampires from decimating them, but anything outside of the official city limits of Black Harbor was only under the jurisdiction of the Chwe family, not the protection.

Those who wanted to be saved had to pay the blood tax, and most people weren’t even eligible for the blood tax, as picky as the vampires were with their qualifications and standards for clean, safe blood. 

Salt tinged the air as you approached the official demarcation line of the Tombstones. It wasn’t an official name, but there was no point in giving it a real name - it was expendable ground, as far as Lord Chwe and his family were concerned. 

Old, rusted piles of metal were pushed to the edges of the pavement to make way for the few operational vehicles that dared to travel outside of the city, creating the illusion that the road was lined by dead, decayed beetles. 

Sounds from the city drift over the water and toward you. Lights in the distance glitter over the wall, skyscrapers bright against the dark swath of sky. The dichotomy between visions of human destruction and vampiric ascension always strikes you, the discordant images the perfect depiction of your two worlds.

“Why don’t you visit Jun anymore?” Jeonghan’s question catches you off guard. You tear your eyes away from the shimmering city to look at the dhampir next to you. His hands are still tucked in his pocket, the picture of cool and casual. 

“I don’t think he wants me to.” 

Jeonghan frowns. “That seems unlikely.” 

“I assumed I reminded him too much of ho- of the Undercity.” 

“I still think of it as home too, sometimes.” You don’t answer for a moment, unsure where the conversation is leading. Jeonghan is a storm of unpredictability, his desires changing direction with the wind. “Is it because you feel guilty?” 

“You ask a lot of questions for someone who wants my help.”

“I’m in the business of asking questions, little sister. Consider it the desire to see my siblings happy. One seems dead set on never shedding the victimhood of her past and one is too afraid to tell his siblings he’s lonely out of fear of rejection.” 

You ignore the barb. “Good. Loneliness is temporary. He’s better off without me around.”

He makes a sound of disgust. “You were always such a self-righteous wretch. Spare me the I have done evil and should avoid the world speech.” 

“You asked me!” 

“I thought after fifty years you might be less insufferable!” He shoots back, taking his hands out of his pocket to throw them up. “I should have known better. Now come on, if you’re so hellbent on living your life in permanent apology, you can come kill these Rabids for me.”

“I’m insufferable?” 

Irritation shoots through you as Jeonghan speeds up, ignoring your question. The wind is stronger near the coast, ripping at the end of his blazer and lifting his hair. You scowl behind him, fists clenching and aching to punch him in the back of the head.

Jeonghan thinks everything is so easy. You’ve never known him to feel things as trivial as guilt or empathy, able to rationalize his way out of feeling a modicum of responsibility for anything he does. 

So why do you help him? You always find yourself asking the same question every time he appears with a task or to poke at you. The answer, you think, is simple enough: he’s a constant. He was there when you were born, he was there when you were molded, and he was there when you suffered. 

Suffered together. 

Despite the way Jeonghan trivializes your grief, there are few people left in the world who can relate to you. Junhui shares the same past, but you don’t know how to face him. Don’t know how to look the gentlest of your siblings in the eye without feeling like you’re reminding him of everything he’s suffered.

And Jeonghan’s presence is comforting, in a way. The familiarity makes you feel easy, though dealing with him is anything but. 

You don’t know whether he feels the same sense of attachment to you or not. You’re unsure most days whether he sticks his nose in your business for the brief familiarity of it or because he considers you an asset to his growing power. 

The latter is the most likely. 

Wind scatters leaves across the pavement. Ahead, the museum looms like a skeleton bathed grey in the night. Somewhere, metal groans and creaks as it moves in the breeze. It makes you think of a phantom moaning, a shiver sliding down your spine as Jeonghan walks straight for the doors of the building. 

The doors to the museum are shattered. Glass and gravel crack beneath Jeonghan’s feet as he climbs the steps and stops just beyond the entryway, his hands tucked into his pocket as he cranes his neck upward to assess the full scope of the building. 

You pause next to him. You inhale again. You don’t get much of a scent on anything but the ocean air, but it doesn’t mean there’s not something deep in the guts of the building. 

“Well?” you ask, looking at Jeonghan. “Do you know where in this building you need to look? It’s pretty large.” 

“Hall of Human Life.”

“That’s… ironic.”

His grin is beatific. “Shall we?” 

As someone who frequents a variety of abandoned buildings, you’ve always been of the opinion that all empty buildings have the same dead, empty feel to them. You’ve long thought that none was more or less creepy than the others, but now you know you were decidedly incorrect. 

There is something haunting about the museum. Evidence of human life is everywhere as you pass destroyed exhibits on life and science, but also sections you can tell were made for the communities that tried to set up here. 

Sections of the building had been remade to house living quarters and even what appears to be a botanical section. Untended, the plant life has consumed the west end of the building, mostly weeds and unuseful vines stretching their fingers across cracked tiled and concrete. 

Your swordhand flexes, ready to reach behind your back at a moment’s notice. You don’t hear or smell Rabids, but you come across the evidence of them soon enough - scattered bones and human carcasses, rotted blood stains on the floors and steps as you descend deeper into the darkness of the building. 

It’s hard to discern what any of the exhibits used to be. Time and civilization have erased all but the bones of each, leaving you to guess what they are as you pass. You’re about to ask Jeonghan if he has any idea where the Hall of Human Life is when you smell it.

“Blood,” you murmur, hand going to your blade and pulling it silent from the sheath. “East.” 

He glances at you and sniffs. “I don’t smell anything.” 

“You aren’t a trained bloodhound.” 

You’d trust Jeonghan if he were profiling someone and detailing every part of their life, psychology and desires. His skill has always been of a manipulation and information collecting sort, not the hunting and stick-a-knife-in-someone sort. 

He follows you silently, slipping a deadly throwing star from his sleeve. You raise a brow. “I’m surprised you're armed.”

“I’m always armed, little sister.”

The sound of something snapping catches your attention and you hold out your hand, stopping him. Even he knows to obey you here. You listen and hear the sounds of crunching. Something breaking. Chewing, you realize. It is the sound of bones being snapped and the grind of teeth. 

For a second, you’re not in the museum anymore. You’re in a dark room, the snap of bone sharp and loud against your ears. The sensation is worse than the sound, though. You feel the bolt of sharp, uncontrolled pain shoot through your leg from your thigh to your hip. It is agonizing, stopping you from thinking of anything else but the outrageous pulse of pain. 

Your hand shoots to your thigh, feeling the phantom pressure of the foot as it fractures your femur again, the sneered voice telling you to stop your screaming as it steps down again, broken bone stabbing-

Jeonghan’s voice startles you. “You’re not there.”

Glancing to the side, you see Jeonghan watching you. His expression is unreadable, dark eyes pinning you to the place you stand. You realize your hand is hovering over your leg and you swear you feel the ghost of pain from the break. From the sound of the snap. 

You don’t remember Jeonghan being there for that. Lilith had ordered Silas to break your bones over and over again. To make you used to the pain. To rebreak them when they healed. If you were ever captured and tortured, you needed to know pain. It needed to be an old friend, not something that could break you. 

Then again, you’re sure Jeonghan’s been broken too. All of your siblings have known the torture of Silas, the perfect tool of to train Lilith’s children to develop no fear against pain. 

There’s a flicker of kinship with Jeonghan until he mutters, “Experience trauma on your own time. I need you focused.”

Right. You’re here to help him do a job for money, not because you’re spending time together bonding as blood kin. When you really think about it, little adventures full of violence are the way you two often bond, even when you were under the thumb of Lilith. 

Instead of shooting an insult at him, you creep forward, knees slightly bent and ready to spring. He follows you, a lithe shadow as you slip into the darkness.

Blood permeates the air in the underground level of the museum. At the foot of an unlit staircase, you step into a lobby of sorts. There are multiple metal, double doors leading into a room beyond. Over the doorway is a broken sign with missing letters: all man Li. 

You snort and Jeonghan gives you a questioning look. You point toward the letters with your sword and whisper, “All man lie. All men lie.”

“Poetic. I suppose it was once Hall of Human Life.” You nod. “Rather inconvenient.” 

Here, the sounds of multiple mouths chewing on flesh is louder. Wetter. You grimace and hope that the victims were dead long before they were dragged back to be made a meal of. Most Rabids won’t bring food back to a nest, too hungry and eager to eat right when they kill.

Blood is heavy in the air. Jeonghan’s nose flares and you know he smells it too. The scent is sweet like mulled wine with a hint of underlying fruit. Human. They always smelled sweet to you, something about them fragrant. A flicker of hunger burns through you and then is snuffed out. You don’t need blood and you don’t want it, especially with no way of knowing where it’s been or who it's from. 

Getting infected doesn’t matter to Rabids. They’ve already suffered Red Fever and died, turning into  mindless, feral vampires. To you, making sure you don’t contaminate yourself will be important, no matter how high your tolerance to the disease is. 

Jeonghan taps his wrist as though he’s wearing a watch. You hold out a hand to tell him to be patient. You don’t know how many Rabids are on the other side of the doors, but from the grunting and amount of blood you can smell, you think it’s at least five. Maybe more. 

Freshly fed Rabids will be a bitch to fight. You’ve never been inside the Hall of Human Life, but you don’t like the idea of walking into the nest blind and trying to fight without knowing how much space you have to fight. You also don’t want to fight where they have access to blood when they need it. 

You settle on an idea, though you don’t like it much. 

“Do you know what you’re looking for?” He doesn’t answer, side eyeing you. “I just need to know how long you think it will take once you’re in the room.” 

“I know what I’m looking for.” 

“Great. Go hide in that far corner by the bathrooms.”

He frowns. “Why - what are you doing?” 

Without a second thought, you bring your free hand up to the sword and run your palm across it. You barely feel the sting of the cut, watching as the blood pools in your palm, welling up. 

Silence. 

Jeonghan realizes it too, bolting from the foot of the stairs to the dark corner of the lobby and into the bathrooms just as the sound of hissing rises up behind the doors. You take a step backward, foot on the bottom stair as you watch the door. You need the Rabids to frenzy and hunt you  - you should be able to make it to the main lobby or outside, giving you room to fight and -

They burst through the doors. You turn on your heel and jump, clearing the steps easily. They’re snarling behind you, tripping over themselves as they chase after the scent of live, fresh blood. 

You squeeze your fist as you go, making sure to keep them on your trail while you tear through the museum the way you came. It has the desired effect, working up the monsters into a violent mania as they close in on you. 

Looking over your shoulder to see how many of them isn’t an option. You just keep running, nearing the front of the museum as you take a corner, skidding as you go. The front doors are just ahead, the moonlit world just beyond. You pump your legs harder, tearing over the concrete floor.

Just as you vault over the threshold of the door, something hits you from the side. The force is jarring, your teeth snapping together in an explosion of pain as you hit the ground, sword slipping from your grasp. You barely manage to avoid cracking your head on concrete.

Instinct takes over. You thrust a hand forward, catching the Rabid by the throat as it gnashes its teeth at you. The others are at the door now, screaming and howling like a savage pack of wolves. Even dazed, you find the sense to throw your weight against the creature, rolling over and throwing it off of you.

Your attacker hits the steps but scrambles back toward you. It doesn’t matter. You only need a moment to roll and collect your discarded sword, swiveling on a knee as it lurches at you. Steel connects with flesh and severs the head easily. 

There’s no time to celebrate. You dive from the stairs, careful not to stab yourself in the stomach as another Rabid swings a clawed hand at you. Panting, you get to your feet, turning to face them as you skip backward toward the street. 

Ten Rabids fan out on the steps, but they pause their attack. You grip your sword, waiting for them to keep the feral pursuit. Instead, they seem to be waiting for something, swiveling their heads and looking around. 

You don’t like that. Rabids don’t hunt in packs, despite sometimes sharing a nest, and the image of them all hesitating together in sync is alarming. Worse, you realize they’re starting to make sounds, an intonation deep in their throat that almost reminds you of frogs in the rain during summer. Their heads pivot, looking at you and then looking at one another as they softly call to one another like they’re… talking. 

A chill runs through you. You’ve never seen them talk before, and certainly not before attacking. They should be in a blood frenzy, killing each other to get to you, even. 

One of them lets out the loudest shriek you’ve ever heard, your ears ringing. You nearly drop your sword in surprise. You take several steps back, suddenly unsure of your situation. 

The Rabids begin to slink down the steps. As they do, a figure appears on the roof, its shadow dark against the brightness of the moon. For a split second you think it might be Jeonghan, but then it leaps, flying over the heads of the skulking Rabids to land only a few feet away from you.

“What the fuck are you?” you mutter, pointing your sword at it. 

And it is an it. You have no idea what it is. The creature looks like a Rabid. It has blotchy skin where the fever bursted capillaries and blood red eyes, but it stands straighter than Rabids, eerily still, regarding you - and there’s a crude sword at its hip. 

You’ve never seen them carry weapons before - they shouldn’t know how to use them. They were named Rabids because they lack the function of their frontal and parietal lobes, making them lesser vampires that can only operate on base animal instinct, driven entirely by the vampiric nature to consume. 

Rabids communicating is alien enough, but carrying a sword? You have no idea if it knows how to use the weapon, but when it unsheathes the sword and takes a stance, you can’t help but feel a tiny pulse of doubt. It uses that moment to attack, striking forward stiffly as though to gut you. 

At the same time, the non-intelligent Rabids attack. Cursing, you dodge the stab and run, trying to put distance between you. The leader stalks after you, weapon in hand; its gait smoother than the broken movements typical of the species but not exactly fast. 

One of the non-intelligent ones gives chase to your flight, giving in to bloodlust. You face it and sidestep easily, bring your sword down on the back of its neck as you do. It cleaves cleanly, blood spraying upward. Two more of them lose their grip on logic and follow suit, only to join their slain nestmate on the ground.

The leader snarls angrily - not at you but at the other Rabids. They chatter and skitter back, letting the one with the sword take charge again, flanking it like they’ve been chastised. 

You keep your weapon pointed at the leader. They attack together again. This time, you’re ready for it, meeting your opponent’s blow. The ring of metal echoes and you feel the force of the hit vibrate down your arm. You don’t let it stop your momentum, leaning to plant a hard kick in one of the other’s chests.

A rib cage cracks. You don’t stop. You duck under a claw and parry another attack, always moving, always fluid. You dispose of another Rabid before blocking another sword swing.

With a growl, you push your weight into the block, surging against the lead Rabid. It’s not a good swordsman, and though its reflexes are better than its wild counterparts, you shove the lead Rabid several feet away from you, tripping it up and sending it careening. You can’t take the opportunity to finish it off as the non-intelligent Rabids press in. Thankfully one gets too close and you cut through its neck.

Something zings past your head, hitting one of the remaining creatures in the throat. It cuts through easily, the body and head falling in separate directions. You turn around to see Jeonghan on the stairs, silver shurikens flashing in his hands. 

“Your friend has a sword,” he calls, looking at the intelligent Rabid and pointing. “How did it get a sword?” 

“Let me ask,” you call back. Some of the Rabids slink toward your brother, splitting up to fight both threats. “Hey, where did you get the sword?”

The lead Rabid doesn’t answer. “He didn’t say!” you shout back to Jeonghan over your shoulder. “Should I ask in Lilin or-”

The lead Rabid cuts you off as it attacks, swinging blindingly fast, grunting as it does. It manages to strike your ribcage, sword too dull to pierce skin but you feel the rupture of blinding pain as it breaks your ribs. A wild shriek of rage escapes your throat as you stumble away from it, gasping. 

Breathing hurts, the stabbing ache stunning you for a second. The Rabid seems to be satisfied - if they can feel at all - and it enrages you. Better creatures and fighters have never landed a blow on you, and a thoughtless creature catching you off guard is…

Shameful. 

If this were another time, you’d have been beaten for this kind of embarrassment. Letting a less skilled opponent get the jump on you because you were joking is unacceptable. The shame quickly gives way to anger. Anger gives way to wrath. Your shaking hands still suddenly, and you feel your rage center your focus to a needle-thin point. 

You’re no longer in the middle of the street fighting a nest of Rabids. Now, you’re in the cold undertow of something you try to never let out, that you try to keep buried down deep within you. 

Kill kill kill.

Metal meets metal. You barely remember lifting your sword to attack, slamming your weapon down into the lead Rabid’s sword so hard that the beast makes a sound of surprise, dancing away from you a few feet. You stride toward it, undeterred, a vice grip on your weapon as you stalk forward. 

Kill kill kill.

Another blow sends your opponent's sword flying. You don’t follow through with your weapon. Instead, you punch forward with your free hand, barely feeling the crack of bone against bone. You break through muscle and sinew, feel the scrape of ribs as your fist bursts through the lead Rabid’s chest. 

Its heart only pulses for a moment in your hand, throbbing faster than your own heartbeat. The lead Rabid doesn’t move, body frozen as the source needed to pump its blood is suddenly gone. It dies on your arm, the deadweight pulling your limb down as you slide it off of you. 

Kill kill kill.

You turn and see Jeonghan fighting admirably despite being outnumbered. You prowl toward the Rabids, hissing and drawing the attention of the ones closest to you as you go. 

You hate them. You want to destroy them. You want to win and kill and-

One leaps at you and you cleave downward. It isn’t an elegant swing, but it’s efficient and strong. Blood wets your skin and you swing again, hearing metal meet flesh. A high-pitched whining rings in your ears. You taste ichor in your mouth but you don’t care, sliding to a knee as you cut through the leg of a Rabid. It goes down and you follow through with the neck. 

Kill kill kill. 

You hack through its neck again. And again and again and again.

Suddenly the Rabid isn’t a Rabid. It’s a cherub face with red painted lips and sleepy, green eyes. It’s apple cheekbones and pearly fangs. It’s silky auburn hair and the smell of sugar and vanilla. 

Lilith. 

You hack again and again and again. 

Kill kill kill. 

If you don’t kill her, she’ll own you forever. It has to be permanent, but making it permanent is so hard. Her command to spare her burns through you, liquid hell in your veins as she says your name, over and over and over, trying to grip your thoughts and -

Someone shouts your name. 

The memory fades. You aren’t killing Lilith and you aren’t in the palace of the Undercity. You’re not a scared little dhampir trying to claw her way free from mind control. But you are covered in blood and your thoughts are a little hazy as you look up, dazed. 

Jeonghan stands a few feet away from you. Right. Jeonghan. Jeonghan is here with you and you are helping him retrieve something from a Rabid nest. You’re not there, you are here. Above ground. And Lilith’s dead.

“Get up,” Jeonghan mutters through clenched teeth. For a second, you think he’s disgusted with you. That he’s realized how deep your inability to control your fear and memories goes. Then he flicks his eyes toward the city. “The West End guard is here.” 

When you turn toward the city, shocked, you realize Jeonghan is right. Members of the city guard loyal to the Chwe family step into the ring of carnage, all six of them quiet and poised. The one at the point is tall and broad, dark hair swept neatly out of his tan face, his hand resting on the hilt of his blade. You’d think he was handsome if didn’t look like he was going to kill you. 

“Well,” the guard chuckles. “Looks like this Rabid frenzied and killed the rest of them before we got here. That makes this easy.”

It takes a moment for his words to register. To lock in what he means. Rabid. They think you’re a Rabid.

“I’m-” your voice is raw and broken. You heave in air and then gasp when it feels like a knife has slipped between your ribs, remembering they’re broken. You immediately fall into a triage routine, regulating your breathing to ensure none of your breaths are too deep or too often. “Not Rabid.”

The guard at the front unsheathes his sword. It’s beautifully made, and you see the Chwe family crest glint on the hilt. “I know a Rabid when I see one.” 

“Really, Mingyu?” a new voice asks, deep and soft. “Have you ever heard a Rabid speak? Then again, they’re apparently wielding swords.” 

A man steps around the guard - Mingyu - and looks you up and down. He’s made up of midnight - dark hair, darker eyes, dark presence, though his skin is smooth and pale as the moon. His mouth quirks to the side and he tilts his head, watching you with mild interest. A lock of dark hair falls into his eyes.

He’s beautiful. It’s your first thought and you immediately hate him for it. Vampires that look like him know what they look like, and they use it to their full advantage. The Undercity was swimming with ethereal faces and diabolical desires. 

“Dhampirs,” the pretty one muses. “Huh. How fascinating.” 

“A dhampir?” Mingyu asks again, face scrunched up and unsure.

“Use that big nose of yours,” one of the other guards taunts Mingyu. “You can smell the blood.”

“Shut up, Chan. I can’t smell anything but that fucking awful cologne you wear.” 

“My cologne is not awful!”

The pretty vampire glances at his bickering guards and then back to you. “You’ll have to excuse the manners.” His eyes dart to your chest and he looks puzzled. “Your heart is beating too fast for a dhampir. Perhaps you are infected.”  

“She’s broken a fair few of her ribs and her wrist.” You look up in surprise, almost having forgotten Jeognhan was there. He is stone still, face unreadable as his gaze darts back and forth between them all. “She also just killed about eight of those things - bit of an adrenaline junky, this one. I’d like to take her to a blood bank to assist with her healing process, if I may, My Lord.”

He would? How Not-Jeonghan of him. Your realization of him using my lord is delayed, the word choice hitting you as the pretty vampire waves his hand. “We’ve got blood; we can treat her. If you don’t mind, we’d like to ask some questions about… well, this. The offer for treatment is contingent that neither of you are infected, of course.” 

Jeonghan’s expression is tight but he bows his head, posture stiff. “Your timing is auspicious and your kindness a welcome gift. You have our most eternal gratitude. We would be happy to answer questions, Lord Chwe.” 

“Vernon,” the vampire says, gaze flickering back to you and darkening a little. “You can call me Vernon.” 

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She’s Mine!

★ Yan! Mina Ashido, Ochaco Uraraka, Momo Yaoyorozu, Kyoka Jiro x Fem!Reader

☪︎ Summary: Dorm life has been amazing with your collage class mates. summer roles around and you girls take a trip away, summer vacation to a home in the mountains. But your obsessed friends seem to get more touchy and jealous of each other, and you have no idea why.

☪︎ Smut: Minors DNI, 18+, aged up Characters, slow updates, more warnings will be displayed on each post, sharing and poly.

Chapter 1 - Not released

Chapter 2 - Not released

Chapter 3 - Not released

Chapter 4 - Not released

*More chapters to come*

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[mikhaelchange]

THIS IS A NSFW POST!!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

I just imagined a little scenario in my head with Miguel O'Hara and a stubborn booklover, so.... I just thought I could share it.

- Migueeeel ~ ! Ahn~! Please!...Please ~ Enough ~ Ah! -.

It should have been an evening like any other, one of those where you relaxed on the comfortable sofa, one of your favorite books in your hands and your boyfriend next to you....

Except that said boyfriend demanded far too much attention that you didn't want to give him.

- One more chapter and I'm there, just a moment of patience... -.

Those were your last words, before you found yourself moaning uncontrollably, Miguel pinning you in his powerful arms on the soft pillows, with his delicious and very skilled mouth attached to your skin, devouring your most sensitive parts with kisses, bites and licks aimed at making you moan, dragging you towards an oblivion of pleasure that clouded your senses... denying you however from reaching orgasm, stopping just a few seconds before you could reach the peak.

Then the torture started again~

Your moans and prayers reached his ears in vain, and every time he raised his gaze to stare at you with those rosewood eyes, the sharp canines protruding from his perfect lips curved in a predatory grin, he always repeated the same phrase, his voice warm and subdued whose vibrations against your private parts added further torment and which made you shiver just listening to it.

- You said you preferred to finish the chapter... and now I won't allow you to cum until you have completed the last page of that book, mi amor~ -.

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His hands snaked up her breasts, and he groped them hard, squeezing her nipples until she cried out. "Please, baby…I wanna suck your cock." She flipped onto her back, and her eyes were wild with arousal. "Hold me down. Fuck my mouth."

Grunting slightly, he straddled her chest and ran his thumb across her bottom lip. "I love you."

"I love you."

As he pinned her in place by her shoulder, she opened her mouth, and he tapped his cock against her tongue. He looked up and grinned into the camera, then looked down at her again. "Open wide."

She did, and moaned as he pushed his cock into her mouth, tightening his grip on her shoulder. He shuddered with pleasure as she suctioned him, her mouth greedy and warm. "Holy fuck you're good at sucking cock, baby." Her eyes shone at him, and she made a gurgling noise as he thrust into her face. As her breasts moved up and down, the hard nipples beckoned him. He pinched one and twisted it gently. She trembled, and gripped the sheets underneath her. "Doin' okay?" She nodded and closed her eyes, making happy noises while she sucked him off.

Continuing to fuck her mouth, he moved his hand from her shoulder to her hair, holding it in his fist. He groaned and panted, looking down at his beautiful girlfriend. "Fuck, baby." He pulled out, and she caught her breath before wiping her mouth. She grinned, though her eyes were a little teary. Smiling back at her, he shimmied down so he was between her legs. "You're incredible." He kissed her, and stroked the back of her head. "You wanna ride me facing the camera?"

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hey:D ‼️ slashers x a femme bimbo reader? i would love michael, tommy, vincent+ bo, and jennifer? (whoever else u choose is fine) please and thank you!

Bimbo S/O Headcanons | Multiple Slashers (18+)

thank you for requesting, anon!

reader is assumed as being female and a bimbo

there’s no sex described, but there’s a lot of sexual talk around the reader, hence the smut tag

this includes : billy lenz, brahms heelshire, carrie white, jennifer check, michael myers, the sinclair twins & thomas hewitt

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

billy lenz

billy is a pervert by nature and would have sexualised you irrespective of how you acted or what you wore (when there’s a will, there’s a way and all of that)

but you being a bimbo made it all so much easier and so much more enjoyable for the unknown voyeur

it seemed like everything you did have him an erection as he stared at you through cracks in the ceiling and walls and doors

how your short pink skirt would ride up and show your pretty panties whenever you bent over or sat down

how your tight white shirt did little to hide your breasts or the fact that you’d opted to go braless

the way you frequently stumbled and tripped in those pink heels — exposing your ass to him more often than even he could have wished for

all of that was enough of a dream come true, but the moment you picked up the phone and he got a true exposure to your delightfully ditzy and naively trusting persona this man was a goner

you were his dream-girl through-and-through

his pretty piggy who’s only good at taking billy’s thick cock into her dumb holes

his bimbo that has no chance of escaping him or his lewd calls and comments

of course you were his the moment you stepped foot in his house, but you continuously exposing yourself for him (as he perceived it, anyway) just gave him the go ahead to claim you entirely

and you’d best believe that he’ll want you dressing as sluttily as possible at all times

bo sinclair

although he tends to present himself as the perfect southern gentleman at first glance, bo is a verifiable pervert with pretty much no shame

it would have taken a remarkable amount of self restraint for him to keep up the act in front of your group — especially with you looking and acting like that

tight shirt, mini skirt and a body that he just wanted to lose himself in

god it was like you were made for him, but that could wait until he had splintered your group

but until then, he sated himself by glancing down your top whenever you leaned forwards, lifting up your skirt whenever he got the chance and catching you whenever you tripped (getting away with many less-than-innocent touches due to your obliviousness)

his advances get more and more aggressive and obvious as your group is picked off one by one until you’re the only one left untouched and somehow still oblivious to your situation

and bo finds himself torn between keeping you around as an alibi and a good fuck, or just using and discarding you to vincent as he’d done before

in the end, of course, he ends up deciding to let you live whilst putting on a whole show of wooing you so that you think you’re staying willingly — justifying it by saying you’ll help future “tourists” feel at home

but his brothers can tell that he’s grown more than a little fond of your presence (beyond, even, your sex appeal and naïveté — shockingly to all involved, he actually seems to care)

brahms heelshire

you were not what anyone in the heelshire family were looking for when they sought out a nanny

you were clumsy and naive; not being able to do much in education or housework without inevitably messing something up

you were a veritable slut without the intent; with tiny skirts and translucent shirts that could barely even be considered clothing and that certainly weren’t conducive with the image they wanted to present as a family

but, to brahms, you were perfect

the perfectly dainty damsel in distress for him to leer and gawk at from behind the walls as you went about your day hopelessly attempting to abide by his schedule

and whilst you frequently forgot certain rules, he let you off — equally because he knew you weren’t acting intentionally and because he loved watching you too much to let you go

his favourite times of day were those that necessitated you coming into contact with water or bending over because they gave him the most wonderful views of your body that often appeared in his masturbation fantasies

loves the way you coo over and jokingly scold his doll — actually just loves hearing you say his name and talk to “him”

is much more possessive and protective when it comes to anyone bringing supplies to the house because of, well, everything about you

like it’s all well and good having a pretty little thing with nice tits and ass to stare at all day and night, but issues arise when somebody else gets to look at what’s his

and even if you’re too ditzy and naive to recognise the grocery boy’s intentions, brahms is all too aware of what goes on in a man’s head

and he may just take it upon himself to show everyone, including you, what happens when someone touches what belongs to him

carrie white

carrie was brought up in a highly conservative christian background — so, needless to say, your presence itself would be a significant shock to the poor girl

everything about you is a complete upturning of the values she was raised with, from your personality to the way you dressed

god, the way you dressed was sin personified and every time she caught herself staring she’d mutter a quick prayer for forgiveness

tight white shirts, short pink skirts and high pink heels — a recipe for disaster that she found herself drawn to

those miniskirts would so frequently ride up your thighs and expose your tiny pink panties to anyone who dared to look whenever you stalled in readjusting them (though they were always short enough to expose those thighs of yours)

those shirts that would turn wonderfully transparent whenever you got even slightly damp (be that through rain or spillage) and exposed your otherwise bare chest to prying eyes

those heels that were the cause of so many incidents like those above

and, values be damned, she was more thankful for your obliviousness than anything else as she didn’t know what she’d do if you recognised the way her peers leered at you

how she looked at you with so much lust, with eyes that lingered too long to be innocent on your chest and the apex of your thighs and your ass

how she thought of you whenever she touched herself, one hand balled up in a fist that she bit down on to muffle herself whilst the other crept between her legs to toy with her puffy lips and swollen clit and seeping hole

you, in all of your naïveté and clumsiness, were at the centre of all of her fantasies and she wanted nothing more than to keep you in the dark about it all for as long as possible

jennifer check

you and her will almost inevitably end up sharing clothing and/or accessories because your styles match so well

date nights will consist of you sharing skincare routines and doing each other’s makeup

she uses your nature and appearance to her benefit, ramping up her sexuality with you in public to help lure in men for her to kill and feed on

she repays you with plentiful sex, affection and spoiling with money she gets from her “boyfriends”

will shamelessly ogle you whenever you lean forwards or bend over and gets a kick out of flustering you just as much as when she gets away with being a complete perv

gropes you in public like all of the time and usually plays it off as innocent or accidental — would stop if you asked, though

50/50 whether she lets you in on what she’s doing so you can help or strings you along as an accomplice

loves how oblivious you are and gets off on the power dynamic between you and her as the more experienced, dominant partner

buys you the most transparent, slutty, short clothes that she can find for you both so you can match, she can get food, and she can see as much of you as possible at all times

she will shift targets on a dime if she notices someone getting too close to comfort and taking advantage you in the same way she does — and she makes a point to show everyone that you’re very much so taken

makes you wear underwear that she chooses so anyone else ogling you gets a blatant reminder of who you belong to

michael myers (any)

initially michael found your demeanour more annoying and inconvenient than anything else

you were attractive, of course, but your clumsiness and obliviousness just made him frustrated — made him want to stalk you to force you to notice the word around you

and he did. for well over a month

even going into your home and standing over you as you slept, rearranging things in your house, anything to get you to notice that something was up

but you never did

even when he confronted you on your walk home and started following you, very obviously, you just chatted with him as if nothing was wrong and how much of a coincidence it was you were going the same way

you even complimented his mask — which immediately made you more tolerable

and almost made up for the dozen times he’d watched you trip over thin air or otherwise expose yourself to people unintentionally

after a while he even became somewhat protective, targeting people that were sexually aggressive or otherwise weird towards you to get his frustrations out before returning to his routine of stalking you

at one point he began to masturbate to the sight of you — which he’d never been able to do given his life being spent entirely in an institution with no privacy

he takes full advantage of your naïveté to tease and manipulate you, especially after you realise who he is

he just signs that he won’t hurt you if you let him stay with you and don’t tell anyone he’s there

and you oblige

and he doesn’t hurt you

the only real change is having to deal with him shamelessly staring at you all of the time, but after you get together you don’t really mind so it’s not really that big of a deal

thomas hewitt

everything about you seems perfectly engineered to turn this poor man into a flustered, red-in-the-face, 404-ing mess

you’re not exactly what his mother had raised him to look for in a woman but that made you somehow more attractive? like a forbidden fruit in a sense

your high high heels that you constantly tripped over weren’t exactly made for life in their rural town but your confidence in them made him reluctant to have you change

those teeny-tiny shorts and skirts left nothing to the imagination when it came to those smooth, long legs and those brightly coloured thongs you wore and caused him a lot of trouble whenever he caught a glimpse of you and ended up dropping his tools

your thin white shirts that hoyt always managed to get wet somehow were incredibly form fitting and gave him the perfect view of your chest

but whilst your body and sexuality haunted his mind and left him wanting and guilty when he’d reach between his legs for relief at the end of the day — it was your demeanour that captured his heart and endeared him to you

your naïveté kept you up and out of the way of the family’s dirtier dealings and meant they didn’t have to hide anything too hard as you believed whatever they promised to you

he felt bad for lying but he also knew it was a necessary evil

and your clumsy nature meant that any guests felt more at ease around you, joking around and letting their guard down to flirt with you which made his job a whole lot easier

so, needless to say, you were definitely a good investment for the family even if you kept unintentionally torturing poor thomas with your displays of sexuality and femininity throughout the house

vincent sinclair

you immediately caught vincent’s eye when you entered ambrose because of how different you were from your companions

your clothes were more revealing and feminine: all light colours, cropped edges, frills, pastels and the whole nine yards

definitely a far cry from the muted neutrals and heavy jumpers that he usually saw

more artistically inspiring, barbie like even

it made you attractive, certainly, but it also made him want to preserve you as an art piece even more — he wanted to capture your beauty permanently

but then your personality endeared you to him

you were immediately kind and trusting towards his twin, which painted you as a very naïve person but the genuine way you defended him and scolded your friends for interrupting the “funeral” caught his heart

hell, even bo seemed taken a back by your demeanour (before trying to look down your shirt, of course)

and then there was the clumsiness that gave him the perfect view of each and every angle of your body that those short, tight clothes did little to hide as you stumbled and tripped over your heels in the museum

even gentlemen have their limits and, from what he justified as artistic curiosity, he indulged himself in plenty of looks

you even made him chuckle a few times when you apologised to the figures you fell onto

all of it, to him, made you seem so much better than your companions — someone worth saving and keeping as a living art piece in ambrose

it wouldn’t be hard to convince his brothers, they were always talking about needing some company

and, beside, you didn’t strike him as the sort to be hard to lie to

so if you believed your friends abandoned you, maybe you’d be happy to stay with them — and, maybe, you’d never have to learn about the truth of ambrose and it’s wax museum

and he’d get to ogle you all he liked from behind the safety of his mask (only as an artist, of course! he’d never sexualise you… or at least he tries to claim as much to himself)

[markster666]

ALASTOR X FEM!READER (SMUT/18+) - Good To Be Back on The Air!

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Tags: Humiliation, public, porn without much plot, shameless smut, 18+, Chains, Ownership, Possessive, Pet names, Dom and Sub, etc

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Word Count: 654

A/N: Love the idea of Alastor broadcasting a mf live while pleasuring them. Enjoy. Unedited, so apologies for any spelling mistakes. (Minors please click away)

Alastor has always wanted to show off his prized possession: you. He wanted to make people WISH they could even look in your general direction without possible harm from The Radio Demon. If Alastor had mind reading abilities and could hear somebody even think they had a chance with you, he'd split them in half within seconds.

You were his and he was about to make that abundantly clear to a large audience.

Alastor's voice boomed throughout the hotel as he yelled your name, ushering you to come to him. You quickly got up from your task and rushed up to meet him in his radio tower, opening the door and closing it behind you.

Alastor was reclined in his broadcasting chair, final checking his microphone and equipment for today's broadcast.

"Hello, my Dear!" he said as he swiveled around to face you, his legs crossed and his fingers tapping his knee mischeviously. "Do I have a special treat for you today."

You were about to ask him what he had in mind before the chain that binded you to him appeared around your neck. You fell to the ground from the sudden force and he started pulling the chain towards himself.

"Crawl to me." he commanded.

You nodded and crawled towards him, as he kept tightening the chain. You stopped at his feet and he stopped winding up the chain.

"Such a good girl! Now... open wide and listen to me, Doll."

You opened your mouth and he slipped his thumb inside, caressing the side of your face with the rest of his hand.

"I'm heavily inclined to give my lovely loyal listeners a real treat during today's broadcast. I want them to hear those beautiful noises you make for me. Do you think you can do that for me, Doll?"

You nodded your head, whimpering as you do so.

"Good! Now strip."

You did exactly as you were told and stripped naked.

He undid the zipper on his pants, pulling you up by your chain so that you could straddle his lap. He wouldn't let you sit on his cock yet, so you just grinded against his thigh.

"What a needy little dear you are! Give me one second." He kissed your cheek before he started his broadcast.

"Salutations ladies and gentlemen! What a wonderful night to be with you all, as I have a very special guest with us tonight! Usually I keep this one ALL to myself, but, I'm feeling rather generous! I think you'll find her pretty little noises music to your ears."

At that, he pulled your chain so that you were right over his cock before slamming into you directly to the hilt, making you scream out in pain and pleasure.

Alastor held his microphone staff next to your head to pick up the sounds better. He started thrusting up into you at a very rapid pace, growling and nipping at your throat in the process.

Your moans caused a lot of feedback into the microphone from how loud you were.

The Radio Demon bucked up into you like it was the last time he'd ever feel Heaven again in his entire life. He tugged your chain so your foreheads touched, him forcing you to keep eye contact with him.

"Cum for me princess. Cum for the audience. Show them how I OWN YOU."

At that, you screamed out his name and came all over his cock and he came at the same time. He didn't loosen his grip on the chain as you rode out your high.

He brought the microphone back up to him.

"Thanks for listening folks! Hope that brought a wonderful smile on all of your hellish faces. Ta-Ta!"

He turned off the broadcast and kissed your cheek tenderly.

"That's my good girl."

Also Vox was listening in on the broadcast and now he's crying alone into his Alastor body pillow so yeah

[barcaatthemoon]

i like the way you kiss me || alexia putellas x reader ||

alexia likes things the way they are, so you try your best to do so as well.

minors dni, 18+, smut warning

you swore that alexia was doing it all on purpose. there was never any time for you to get ready whenever she texted you that she was coming over. it wasn't like you were trying to turn your apartment into some intimate love nest, but you would have liked to have a bit more warning than what you were getting. it was almost like alexia was halfway through the parking lot when she finally decided to text you.

tonight was no different. you had just gotten back from a rather boring tinder date when she told you that she was on her way. less than five minutes later, and alexia was knocking on your front door. it was almost funny when you opened it up, alexia dressed up in a black tank top and a pair of grey sweatpants that did nothing but accentuate the dildo between her legs.

"what if i hadn't gotten back in yet?" you teased. alexia didn't say anything as she strolled right past you. you rolled your eyes as you shut the door and followed her back into your bedroom. these visits were getting quicker and quicker. it wasn't necessarily that it irked you, but you wished that alexia showed a bit more effort. however, you'd never be able to tell her that.

alexia always gave you exactly what you wanted whenever things came down to it. she kept you completely satisfied sexually. that was what this arrangement was, anyway. she wasn't there to hold your hand or kiss you in the early hours of the morning. alexia came over to fuck you, and unfortunately for your sanity, she did it perfectly.

"i saw the pictures of that guy, there's nothing he can do that i can't do better," alexia said smugly. you wanted to say something to knock her down a few pegs, but you couldn't. alexia had a point. there was nothing that a past partner had done for you that alexia hadn't done better already. you were fairly certain that there was absolutely nothing this woman couldn't do in the bedroom. she had turned you onto things that you had sworn up and down you'd never do.

you shut alexia up the only way that you could think to, by kissing her. alexia pushed forward abraisively as she backed you up until you hit the mattress. alexia broke the kiss to sit up and pull her tank top off, knowing that any protests you'd have would die right there. it was almost scary sometimes how easily alexia could just take control of you with the simplest of actions.

"that's a pretty dress. why don't you turn around for me?" alexia asked you. it was confusing sometimes how she'd ask you so sweetly to do something for her right after a show of force. you turned onto your stomach and let alexia lift your hips up into the air. you were used to being in this position, alexia loved to see you on your hands and knees.

she lifted the skirt of your dress up as she nudged your legs open. alexia licked her lips at the sight of your barely concealed pussy. she wasn't sure what she wanted to do first, so she practically dove in between your legs face first. alexia's tongue peeked out to taste you as her fingers pulled your underwear to the side.

"fuck, ale," you moaned. alexia only pushed further, this time dipping her tongue inside of you as far as she could get it. you could feel your legs shake a little as she wriggled her tongue inside of you.

"don't cum yet." alexia teased you. you could feel a bit of embarrassment at being called out, but it was quickly overshadowed by a wave of pleasure. alexia worked you up to the brink of an orgasm before she completely withdrew from you.

"alexia," you whined at the loss of contact. alexia smirked as she watched you try and push back against her only to find out that she had moved completely off of the bed. you tried to turn your body around to look at her, but that was when you felt her hands return to your body as she grabbed your hips to keep you in the position she wanted.

"no," she told you sternly. you swallowed at what you would have considered a very sexy version of her "captain" voice. it was very nearly the one that you were used to hearing on the pitch as she ordered you around, but this one had a bit of heaviness to it that came with alexia being aroused. "stay like this. if you move, i'll make sure that you don't cum for the rest of the night. i'll keep you right there on the edge until i'm done, understood?"

"yes, ale. i'm sorry." you ducked your head down in shame. alexia seemed satisfied with your apology and moved back onto the bed. this time, you could feel the head of her strap-on as it pressed against your entrance. alexia ran the tip through your folds a couple of times before she pushed it inside of you. "oh my god, alexia!"

"yeah, that's right. scream out my name while i fuck you. i don't want there to be any confusion for your neighbors. i'm the only one who fucks you this good," alexia said directly into your ear. she was leaning over your body as she said these things to you. alexia's hips moved slowly, never completely exiting you with any of her thrusts.

it wasn't until alexia was back to standing up straight that she finally pulled out completely. you were on the verge of whimpering for her to come back when you felt her slam her hips forward. she kept a strong grip on your hips as she thrust in and out of you repeatedly. each of her thrusts rocked you to your core, pushing moans and all sorts of absolutely filthy noises out of you.

"ale, can i cum? please, i want to cum," you begged. alexia didn't answer as she continued to thrust in and out of you. you tried to wait for her to give you some sort of answer, but it never came. instead, you lost your fight as waves of pleasure overcame your body. your legs gave out, but alexia didn't stop thrusting until you were practically crying for her to get off of you from the sensitivity. "are you leaving?"

"i'll see you at practice tomorrow, okay? maybe i'll come over after," alexia told you. you stared at her sadly as she grabbed her clothes to put back on. she was ready to head back out the door when she finally stopped and acknowledged you again. "don't get pouty, we'll have almost all afternoon tomorrow. you won't be able to sit when i'm done with you later."

that wasn't what you wanted to hear, but you couldn't ignore the excitement her words had coursing through your veins. alexia walked over and captured your lips in a kiss, the lingering taste of you still on her tongue. beneath that, however, was the absolutely addicting taste of alexia. that was what you wanted, to have her kissing you all night long, but like always, alexia dipped as soon as she could.

"get some sleep. i need you well rested for tomorrow," alexia told you. in some twisted way, you were pretty sure that she was trying to look out for you. however, you couldn't read into it too much or else you knew that you'd be sorely disappointed.

[yawnderu]

misogyny, incel!König, anal sex, pussy slapping, slut shaming. MDNI

Incel!Roommate!König is so nasty and mean :( he knows you're nothing but a slut just like your friends, having to live with hearing you getting fucked by other men. It doesn't matter if it's not often or if it's always with the same guy, you're still giving it up to someone you're not dating and that's enough to make you a whore in his eyes :(

He refuses to fuck your pussy, calling you a filthy girl while his cock is plunging deep into your tight ass. Your cunt is too used up and loose for him, don't dare tell him that's not how anatomy works!! he's a much smarter and stronger man, he obviously knows better than you :((

Incel!Roommate!König has no mercy as he fucks into your ass, pulling out only to slap your cunt until it's raw and sensitive. It's the punishment you get for giving it up to other men :(( if you want to be a whore, he has no problem treating you like one.

Maybe he'll even call his friends from the military and get them to come use you like the filthy little mutt you are, making your body count even higher than it already is and leaving you with a cum-filled, loose cunt <3

[forbidden-sunlight]

yandere!holy knight with saintess!reader scenario [part one]

Warnings: obsessive behavior, religious themes, implied manipulation, brief mention of suicidal thoughts/ideation.

There may be possible triggers in this story.

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Hey guys, before we get started, I’d like to address a couple of things.

First, the content here is a bit darker than my previous works, as stated in the warnings above. If you or someone you know is struggling, you aren’t alone. There are many support services that are here to help. I will leave a link to some of these sources in this link here. Tumblr also has their messaging system, Kokobot. I want you guys, my audience to feel safe when reading my stories. If you do not feel comfortable venturing any further, that’s okay. Please prioritize your physical and mental health, above all else.

Second, bullying is not tolerated. If I see any sign of it on here, I will have no choice but to take this story down. Finally, there will be some references in here from The Locked Tomb series by Tamsyn Muir, such as Harrowhark and Palamedes. I claim no ownership over this magnificent series as it belongs to the rightful creator.

With that being said guys, sit back, relax....and perhaps begin to pray for salvation. Because this is past the point of no return :)

Part Two

Part Three

Yandere!Holy Knight had always believed he was meant to serve a greater purpose. Not to accumulate wealth and power like his older brother, only to abuse his authority and hurt people who did not deserve a whipping for a cup of tea that was two degrees too cold to his liking. No. He wanted to help others in his own way, without expecting anything in return. Perhaps…that was why it had been so easy to leave his family and find his place here in the Holy Temple of Aesir. Or it was because he is the second son, the spare heir to the Emery viscounty, that his parents allowed him to leave without so much as a second thought. 

He had given up his name when he was baptized by the high priest, and was reborn as Sir Palamedes. Five years have passed, and he has ascended to becoming the vice commander of the Holy Temple’s paladins.He must protect the Holy Temple, its clergy, and the people of the Helux Empire. This is the oath he took, and is proud to uphold. Yandere!Holy Knight, however, wished the Reverend Sister would take better care of herself. 

The Reverend Sister is a title given to the child chosen by Aesir to deliver His message and protect His children from the wicked monsters who come forth from the swirling, black puddles of miasma. Only the Reverend Sister’s magic can purify the darkness of such an ancient evil. In his mind, there is no one more fitting to being the Reverend Sister than you. Harrowhark. 

God’s Beloved. 

The Possessor of Aesir’ All Seeing Eyes. 

The Holiest Woman in the World.

There are many monikers tied to you. All of them are true, and all of the rumors couldn’t be further from the truth when the bards sang songs of your innocence, your enchanting beauty and ‘swan like neck’. If you had ever heard these lyrics, you would promptly take off your shoe and throw it at them with a low, irritated hiss before stomping away in a huff. 

 Yandere!Holy Knight would probably try very hard to not laugh at seeing, or at least imagining, your annoyance. 

Yes, you were the Reverend Sister  but you were not a naive beauty as everyone believed you to be. You were grumpy, diligent, kind-hearted, and knew the world can be a dark, cruel place. 

The Holy Temple of Aesir had saved you in your darkest hour; instead of throwing yourself into the cold, murky river as a means to escape from the wretched place you had come from, a low-ranking priest had found you. He took you in, taught you everything there is to know about prayer, penitence, and how to embrace the worst part of yourself  even when you wanted to so badly rip it out because it is still part of you. What you had experienced, the hardships, the sorrows…that is life. And to understand that no mortal is perfect, to accept it and use the gifts Aesir had bestowed upon you to help others…that is when you will truly see how beautiful the world is through His Eyes. 

His Eyes that you now possessed. 

No one had dared to look upon them in fear of incurring Aesir’s wrath…yet Yandere!Holy Knight did when he was in the Holy Temple’s care for a year before you arrived, a young man at the age of fifteen. He saw them and thought they looked like a pair of jewels. Sapphires that glowed brightly under the sunlight, and could see everything. Past, present, and future for a brief time. Due to the physical and mental strain that these Eyes have placed on your body even when it was to create illusions or obscure the sight of magical beasts, you weren’t allowed to overuse them. That was why the High Priest insisted that you wore a veil over your face.

You opted to have the seamstress to make adjustments to your mother-of-pearl robes and add a hood to hide yourself from the world. You might have also bribed her to create a matching cloth to wear over your eyes, enchanted so that you could see through it without putting further strain on your vision. 

Rebellious. But you were perfect in Yandere!Holy Knight’s eyes. A Reverend Sister who cared for the congregation, the people, and his men far more than she lets others believe. 

He thought this peaceful life would continue as it had for the last ten years. To watch you from afar and know that you were safe so long as he still held a sword in his hands. But nothing lasts forever. 

One day, the High Priest had cloistered the clergy in the temple’s pews and announced that Aesir had shown him in a vision that the Reverend Sister who had been with them for these past ten years was not the true child of the Creator. It is in fact the young lady standing at his side. A dainty, beautiful lady with pale blue hair that fell past her back, gentle robin’s egg eyes darting from the carpeted floor to the clergy and then to the High Priest. She wore a  strapless white dress with matching gloves that stretched all the way to her elbows. Pear-shaped dangled from her ears, and black lace with a single blue rose attached to the side coiled around her swanlike throat.This stranger, this…noblewoman, is all but ready to accept her duties. From this moment forward, she would be known as Esther. 

“Let it be known, Brothers and Sisters, that the one known as Harrowhark shall be sent into exile for her sins against Aesir. That is the will of the Creator, so let it be so.” 

Yandere!Holy Knight’s heart plummeted into the pit of his stomach at the High Priest’s words. What? He thought. This cannot be true! You are the Reverend Sister, you are God’s Beloved! Why would this man (this fool a nasty voice in the back of his mind growled) deny it now? Ten years. For ten long years, you have been a faithful bride of the Holy Temple. Now, after everything you have down, the recklessness in trying to sacrifice your life for his men on missions, reaching out to the people and listening to them confess their sins in the prayer box because you did not wish to see them suffer and try to offer guidance without overstepping your boundaries….you would just be cast aside as if you were nothing to them? To the Holy Temple, to him?

No. Yandere!Holy Knight cannot and will not accept it. He knows the High Priest. He knows this man would never dare to do something so stupid lest he will incite the anger of the clergy, the people, and the Emperor himself, who is a religious man and knows the Reverend Sister. 

Something is not right. 

He was not the only one who believed it. You did too. You had told him as much later that night, when you found him at the training grounds, trying to relieve his anger by practicing his swings with his two-handed longsword. You were still here. You hadn’t left like the High Priest had ordered you to do so. Thank Aesir. 

If he were a lesser man, he would have scooped you up in his arms and laughed joyously, waking up everyone else in the barracks and gotten smacked across the face for pushing past your five-foot rule. But he didn’t.

You had not been blessed with His Eyes just to pretend that you will unconditionally obey the High Priest’s request to leave and be branded a heretic, a false Reverend Sister, for the rest of your life. No. The woman who will be baptized as Reverend Sister Esther and become God’s Beloved is not who the High Priest believes she is, regardless that this chain of events are happening because of a vision. 

All the sacred texts in the library, all the prayers you have had to learn by heart, not a single one of them contained the words Affection Level. It did not explain why those floated over this stranger’s head, why its dark-pink smoke was encircling the High Priest, a man who possessed just as much holy magic as you did, if not more due to age and experience. You had strained your sight,  vision becoming blurry just to see what was the thing under Affection Level. It was…a bar with lines? Measured in tenth percentiles, from ten to one hundred? What is this sorcery? It isn’t anything you have ever seen before, not even when you have visited monasteries across the Empire for yearly sabbaticals. How did this woman attain it? 

This magic did not possess the gentle warmth of Aesir’s touch, his love towards all creation without expecting anything in return. 

Take. Take. Take. Conquer. Move on. Take. 

That was what you could feel, and you had no doubt in your mind at that very moment, the High Priest’s words going from one ear and out the other. There is an evil presence in the Holy Temple of Aesir. This woman, Esther, is a harbinger. An anchor. She was tied to this evil and she was reveling in it as if she had finally, finally gotten what she desired without lifting a finger. And that terrified you more than anything, the possibility that this sorcery can brainwash the entire congregation and no one would be the wiser. 

Shit. What the fuck is going on? Forgive me, Aesir, for saying such vulgar words in your sacred House, but what the ever-living fuck is going on?

If the sight of seeing this Affection Level  and its abilities did not rattle your bones, it was seeing two tiny names hidden right under the meter. The High Priest…and Sir Palamedes. And inside tiny square boxes right, no, on the left side of their names were the words capture target. 

Yandere!Holy Knight stared at you in disbelief, your confession of what you had seen earlier this afternoon ringing in his ears. “You believe that this woman will bring harm to the Holy Temple, Sister Harrowhark?” He said. “If that is true, then why would the High Priest risk the safety of the congregation? Is it because of the influence of this…Affection Level? And why is my name there?” He was aghast. “How could anyone think of conquering someone if they do not consent to it or do not desire such a thing?”

Like the Brothers and Sisters of the Holy Temple, he had taken a vow of chastity alongside the oaths to protect them and the countrymen. Only clergymen or paladins who were high-ranking would be allowed to marry so long as the union was approved by both the High Priest and the Emperor. 

You blinked at him, jeweled eyes glowing in sympathy as you slowly shook your head. “I do not know, truly. But if Reverend Sister Esther is coming after you, then you must put your safety and well-being above all else. Even my own.” You put your gloved hands in your mother-of-pearls robes, digging around in the pockets before you pulled out a drop-shaped peridot on a silver chain. You placed it in his open palm, and pushed his fingers forward to clench the hand into a loose fist. 

Murky, violet orbs looked at you in confusion, astonishment, and fear. “Lady Harrowhark?” He whispered. 

“Keep this on you, Sir Palamedes. The holy magic stored in here should be able to protect you from whatever this evil is, or at least I hope so. I was able to persuade the High Priest to postpone the announcement of Reverend Sister Esther’s baptism and my exile until after the Festival of the Stars. That will give us one week, while the others are celebrating Aesir’s creation of the world, to find everything we need to know about the Affection Level and how to remove it from Sister Esther before it can corrupt anyone else in the congregation.” You then stepped away from him, turning your back towards Yandere!Holy Knight and throwing the hood of your robe over your head.

 “Recite your prayers, steady your hand, and for Aesir’s sake keep your distance from that woman.”

Then you left the training grounds, disappearing into the night and back towards the Sisters’ sleeping quarters, leaving Yandere! Holy Knight alone in his troubled thoughts. He knelt at his bedside that night, clutching the talisman you had given in his clasped hands as he dutifully murmured the prayers of Fidelity, Honor, and Strength. To protect him from evil’s temptation. 

May Aesir grant him the strength to remain pure of heart and mind before he succumbs to his unholy feelings towards the Reverend Sister Harrowhark, God’s Beloved and the woman he should not have fallen in love with.

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[therealmrsgojo]

Gojo Satoru being drunk-in-love

Your body trembles with pleasure as Gojo Satoru's fingers work on your clit. You're lost in the moment, your words slurred and incoherent as you feel yourself being pushed toward the edge of ecstasy.

Your eyes roll back into your head, and you let out a series of high-pitched moans as he continues to hold you down, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

As he whispers those three words, "I love you," tears glisten in the corners of his eyes. You can barely hear him over the sound of your own ragged breathing, but the words hit you like a ton of bricks.

"I love you," He repeats it again, this time with his chest, and you feel his tears splatter onto your chest as he whimpers. Your heart swells with emotion, and you feel a deep connection to him in this moment.

"I love you so much, Y/N." His thumb increases its speed on your clit, you gasp sharply at his confession, your head spinning with a mix of pleasure and overwhelming emotion.

You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, and you know that he's not far behind you. He finally reaches his own peak, and you feel him pump you full and collapse onto you, his head resting on your collar as you both catch your breaths.

But as he begins to get hard again, his shoulders tensing with anticipation, you know that this is far from over.

"More, 'Toru," you whisper, "I want more."

"I'm going to break you, my sweet girl." and you know he means it in the best way possible.

note: alexa play - slut (taylor swift)

[cherubify]

SERVICE CHARGE / LEON KENNEDY

6.5k words, based on this

cw: waitress f!reader, blackmail, stalker, power abuse, noncon, dubcon, (unprotected) p-in-v, fellatio, spanking, implied cunnilingus, dirty talk, corruption kink, breeding, lack of aftercare, mentions of blood (no bloodplay) / minors dni

a/n: big thanks to @xoxostarlet for beta reading! pls check out her work it's vry yummy! n thanks for 50+ follows!! also i hc this as post re4 leon bcs of my og drabble but it can be di/ vendetta leon too it works even bttr ok bye!!

Leon’s not quite sure why he’s so taken with you– a girl waitering at your family’s restaurant, a dingy place in the outskirts of the city. Maybe it’s because he’s a simple guy- sees a pretty, little thing and can’t help but fantasise about you. You’re younger than he’d like, but old enough to warrant his wandering gaze at the way your oil stained apron wraps around your perfect waist, at the knotted ribbon you always messily tie that rests on the swell of your cheeks. You’re practically an angel in his eyes, your halo the form of a sloppily tied hair bun that sits atop your head with unruly strands sticking out.

Maybe it’s because you’re quite a character- armed with rather polite comebacks and one liners that you dish out to ungrateful, difficult customers. Of course, you��re so well loved by the regulars (him included) that you barely have to lift a finger to kick them out yourself. Everyone here in this tiny family restaurant loved you, their perfect waitress with the perfect smile. You’re enthusiastic about your mundane job too, fast on your feet and even faster with your words when running through demanding orders.

Maybe it’s because you’re still so young that you have this amount of energy. Or maybe it’s because of the lack of hired hands that you had to work with ten times the amount of energy you should normally exert. He remembers caring more about details and the nitty gritty things when he was your age. But he digresses.

Whatever it is, he thinks you’re quite the charmer. You have him wrapped around your little finger, and he’d like to make it known to you. But the trouble lies in your denseness. You’re beyond saving with how each of his flirtatious comments would fly over your head, soar, even. With how clueless you were, it was a safe bet to assume you were a dumb little girl who had yet to have her cherry popped. Just a silly virgin playing the pretence of an adult.

Oh right, that’s another reason why he’s so taken by you. The idea of ruining you was exhilarating– worth the trouble of driving for half an hour after work to this hole in the wall just to see you. He finds himself wondering how you’d look bent over the tiny bathroom sink in the back of the shop, jeans pooling at your ankles as he eats your cute butt. Oh, how he’d love to unravel you with only a thin door separating you and your customers and parents.

He has to thank his superiors for meeting you. If it weren’t for that random party they held that night, he probably would never have touched this decrepit store. (For him, an hour away from home meant one less hour to kiss his bed.) That night you had introduced yourself as their waitress and patiently guided them through the menu with recommendations.

The waitress before him with quite the looker, pretty despite the mess on her apron and the sweat that clung to the nape of her neck. How old were you? In your late teens– or maybe your blossoming twenties? He searched your eyes for answers, while you tucked your loose hair behind your ear and waited patiently for his table to decide. He made small talk because that’s something he’s gotten good at with the ladies.

“Quite the establishment you’ve got running here.” He commented as he gestured at the rowdiness with his eyes. You snapped out of your frozen daze to meet his blue eyes. Was this hottie talking to you? You swallowed nervously and wrung your fingers together.

“Sorry,” you laughed breathlessly. “It’s always like this after eight til closing hours. These guys trod in here after work and take it out with booze.”

“I can see that. Your parents own the place, hun?” He asked.

“For twenty years. Going stronger than ever,” you nodded. He smiled and asked for your name, and you willingly gave it with a demure smile.

Your name fits you, perfect for an angel such as yourself, he thought. His coworkers paid you little attention in their drunken state; this was their second round of restaurant hopping. Leon had to remain sober to chauffeur them home, and he was glad that he was sober enough to see and not forget you. You wouldn’t become a blurred image, a forgotten ghost in his memories as a result of intoxication. He was glad he was the only one who would remember this encounter.

On the way out, he had an arm supporting his fallen coworker. You held the door open, not minding the men who leaned lifelessly against his car like mannequins. You seemed amused, casual about the blacked out group that left the store blacked out drunk. Must have seen it a lot, he assumed.

“Do patronise us again, Mr Kennedy. Preferably when it’s not rush hour,” you had chuckled lightly.

And if such a pretty girl like you asked so sweetly, who was he to deny you? So he came as often as he could. You were always busy with attending to other customers, barely having enough time to sacrifice for idle chatter. He needed idle chatter, enough to grow your curiosity in him to be interested.

To get your attention, he would pull out a lighter (an expired one of his, a convincing prop) and click it a few times, cigarette pursed between his lips. And somehow, miraculously over the sea of rowdy customers you always heard it. The clicking over the cacophony in the restaurant. And like clockwork, you would storm over to warn him not to smoke inside.

“Mr Kennedy!” You placed your hands on your hips, frowning. Your brows were scrunched up in a disapproving frown whilst a pout played on your lips.

“It’s Leon,” he said while pocketing the bud and lighter. The grin on his face of hardened features made him look way younger– but you snapped out of your thoughts to fold your arms across your chest.

“Well, Leon,” he shivered at the sound of his name rolling off your tongue. A buttery sound, gentle but firm like your nature. “I told you we don’t allow smoking in our shop. If you want, there’s a quiet alley beside us for it.”

“I know, I know,” he shrugged, and you’d roll your eyes in feigned annoyance before asking for his order.

You placed his menu before him, and without opening it, he recited his usual. And this cycle occurred over and over again like a broken record. Your reactions were the same, albeit less exasperated each time as you got used to his antics. He could tell– he was starting to grow on you.

He would leave generous tips for you too thanks to his expandable wallet. You know, for the service charge. The first few visits you fought to return the money because even though you were poor and desperate, you weren’t going to accept hundreds like it was nothing!

“Mr Ke- Um, Leon. I really can’t accept this,” you shook your head and pushed the stack of bills to his chest.

“Just take it. For the great service.”

“I really can’t, you always leave me no choice.” You frowned but pocketed it anyway. Couldn’t argue with the man who loomed over you even with a counter separating him from you. It made you nervous, and you lacked the heart to push, unlike with other customers.

“Why can’t you?” The blonde asked as you showed him out. Holding the door with your back, you shook your head.

“My parents already think you’re a mafioso with the amount of money you tip. Anymore and I don’t know what they’ll make of you!”

Aw, you were concerned for him? Little ol’ him? He wanted to swipe a thumb over the pout playing on your plush lips and kiss you. Kiss you and lead you to the alleyway beside your family store and take you then and there. How would you react to that, he wondered? Would you be happy?

He was answered instantly when your eyes lit up at something behind him. He turned to see a beat down Toyota in the driveway, and a skinny guy clambered out with a backpack, books in hand. Your face glowed radiantly. Leon wondered what you saw in that awkward boy. You bid Leon goodbye with a stutter and led the boy in, leaving poor Leon to stand on the porch with a disgruntled expression and stinging in his chest. He knew the answer to his earlier question: probably not, because you already had a thing for someone else.

Leon visited again during one of your quieter shifts. During a weekday, on his time off. You sat in the corner of the store with the same boy while doing homework together. When he said something, your face lit up and you laughed toothily. A genuine, earnest and bright smile. Something he never got to witness, receiving only your customer service smiles when he cracked his best jokes for you.

But he couldn’t bring himself to stay mad at you for long. It couldn’t be helped that you were just a doe-eyed girl who didn’t know how to appreciate him. No matter, he could teach you how. Since you were lacking the brain cells to even try. But first, he had to do something about that boy.

It was easier than stealing candy from a baby. Just a few documents and the boy’s home was evicted. He knew the rest, but as you sat across Leon, face buried in your arms as you shared the story, he listened. It was like playing a video game and being spoiled of its ending. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to leave your side as you sniffled about your new ex-boyfriend. Your first one, too. He really helped you dodge a bullet, and you should be thanking him instead of ruining his dinner table with your tears. It left a sour taste in his mouth, but he swallowed it.

“It’ll be okay,” he whispered, even though there was no one else in the store but you two. (And your parents as they watched from the kitchen. His eyes met theirs, and they whispered not so discreetly to one another and he smirked.) He patted your head, and you flinched at the unexpected weight on your head. He mussed your hair with a (fake) smile.

“It’s all gonna work out, I promise.”

You looked at him incredulously, brows furrowed. But you nodded anyway. Good, as you should. You need not question him; just listen and obey.

Months easily passed as he played this game of cat and mouse with you. You, the unsuspecting mouse, who had grown to trust him. Fondly, maybe. He knew what you saw in him- a reliable, honest regular who gave you good advice and helped you at times in need. And it was true, from the goodness of his heart, he was at your every beck and call. And he would be forevermore, even if you rebuked him to the depths of hell, where he rightfully belonged.

So one day, when you looked worse for wear, he asked if something was up. You shared with a tired smile that you’ve been struggling to focus in class lately due to the influx of new customers. A food critic had written a blog post about the store and business boomed. He had to find out who the culprit was and take down their site, but that was for later.

He perked up when you shared that you wanted to put flyers around the neighbourhood to hire more workers. So he offered to help. He had a car, so he could spread the word further and get the job done faster than on foot, he reasoned.

“Thank you so much. You’re the best, Leon!”

Your eyes shone with relief and you threw your arms around him. He caught you, albeit with surprise. You showered him with gratitude while clinging to him as he sat, shellshocked in his seat.

Your first hug. Your curves were soft against his hardened one, and his hands itched to hug you back, to trail down your smaller body and feel you through your work clothes. But Leon steadied himself- he had to win the game in the long run, he couldn’t afford to drop out of the race so soon. The blonde retreated his hands and cleared his throat, and you practically crawled off him. Your hand bumped into the tent between his pants, but thankfully you were too flustered to notice.

“U-Um, I’ll pay you back,” you had said, and you offered him a shy smile. “Not that I have much but I’ll make sure it’s worth your time.”

“How about a kiss?” He prompted with a lopsided smile. Oops, that was an impulsive move. Like chasing the king’s piece while neglecting the imposing queen a few tiles away. Said queen being your parents, who stared at you disapprovingly like you had shed your angelic wings for those of a demon’s.

Your mouth gaped open for a moment but then you shook your head. “You shouldn’t tease me,” you whispered, hands rubbing your arms awkwardly.

His face fell, but he recovered with a boyish grin.

“Just pulling your leg. ‘S all good!”

It wasn’t good. His plans crumbled because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Now it was awkward between you two. He found the papers you put up yourself and threw them onto the passenger seat, a messy pile with the share you had given him for his part. He clicked his tongue and shredded the flyers that you painstakingly designed, tossing the pieces out the window as he raced down the highway home in his car. He had to push harder, find other ways to corner you so you wouldn't be able to refuse him. Not again.

Once he reached home, he practically inhaled his shirt, where your scent faintly clung. It was intoxicating, the heat of your body pressed against his and the smell of your sweat mixed with your natural scent. God, you knew how to rile him up without even trying. His cock was painfully hard in his fist as he laid on his bed, stroking himself with his jacket to his face.

When he arrived at the establishment the next day he found you in the back– in the kitchen– where you hung your head in shame while scrubbing dishes. He had caused quite the scene in the store; your father had mustered the courage to warn him (albeit politely) not to lay a hand on his precious daughter. It was quite funny, the man shook like a leaf as he weakly poked a finger into Leon’s chest. It was astonishing and hilarious at how his voice choked whilst dishing out empty threats of what he’d do to Leon if he messed with his girl. All the while your back faced him, unwilling to speak for the next few weeks.

Your parents had taken it on themselves to switch shifts with you whenever he appeared. They practically had his visiting hours memorised too, so it wasn’t like he could waltz in whenever he pleased. They were a pain, an overprotective bunch. For a grown up miss like yourself, it was a wonder why they were still so protective. Probably because they could recognise a wolf in sheep's clothing the moment he walked into their restaurant a second time, eyes prowling until they landed on you.

It mattered not because he would have his way whether they approved or not. He needed no consent form, and not from you either.

…

Your family’s restaurant was on the ground floor of a little building you stayed in. Your residency was located on the second floor, off limits to customers by a locked door. Nothing a little lock picking could solve, thankfully.

Nobody but you was home, he made sure of that when he saw your parents leave in their car. He wasn’t quite sure where you were, but when the sound of running water leaked into the empty hallway, a smile creeped onto his face. His eyes fell on one door that was coloured differently from the rest. There you were. The door creaked ajar, and he peered from the thin gap to see you standing in a glass box. It was humid, water vapour swirled around the bathroom whilst condensation fogged the shower, leaving him little but enough to see.

The shower was turned off, and your hands mindlessly trailed down your body as you scrubbed it with a loofa. You bent over, reaching for your toes, and Leon almost burst in to take you there himself. The growing tightness in his pants hurt, and hell your perfect ass was beckoning him like a sailor to a siren’s call. You hummed softly, blissfully unaware of the man ogling your flushed, naked body.

He swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing as he shakily took out his phone. The sound of the camera clicking was muffled by the echoing sound of the shower as you sung your silly song. When he had his fill, he took one last longing glance before closing the door behind him.

Women spend forever in showers. Assuming this, he snuck into your room. It was simple, save for the abnormal mountains of plushies that lined your bed and your shelves. Japanese merchandise everywhere– he recognised a smaller white bear next to a much bigger brown one. Rilakkuma, or something. You had quite the collection. Were you fans of those bears? Should he gift you some? Ah, but your parents would toss them into the fire. As his mind somersaulted from one reckless thought to another, he noticed a laundry basket in the corner of your room.

He sauntered over and peered at its contents with sparkling blue eyes. He lifted your sweaters and produced a white one with a pink bow on the front. Your used panties. His heart hammered in his chest as he held it with trembling fingers. The blonde sniffed the damp patch on the gusset and groaned. His dick was already aching to be freed earlier when he saw you in the shower. Now his balls were clenching and screaming for release.

But it would be a waste to stop now. He didn’t know when you would return. So he pocketed the article of clothing and continued rummaging through your possessions.

He even went through your closet to inspect your collection. What were you into? Did you have a specific brand you frequented? Did you prefer lace or silk? Or cotton, like the one snug and warm in his pocket?

He found a matching set of lace underwear sat in the back of a drawer, a translucent design with roses and ribbons. He inspected it curiously– were you waiting to use them? Were you planning on wearing this for your ex-boyfriend? His lips curled into a snarl. It was a good thing he had gotten the kid off your radar. He couldn’t afford to let anyone see you in such scandalous lingerie. Only he should have the privilege of doing so. His mind raced with thoughts as he traced a finger along the strap of your bra.

Then your door creaked and you swung it open. He turned his head to see you, standing at the doorway wrapped in a fluffy towel that hugged your chest and hung above your knees. Your wet hair clung to your face, rivulets cascaded down your flushed skin. When your eyes met his, you froze. Wide eyes met his.

Uh oh.

Before you could scream, Leon lurched forward and clamped a hand over your mouth. He shushed you softly, mirroring your wide eyed expression.

“I know it looks bad,” he whispered. The force against your mouth prevented you from speaking. You began trembling as his lips inched closer, “But I don’t mean any harm.”

“Mmhmm?!” You mumbled against his palm. He withdrew and you gasped, stepping back while hugging your damp, shivering frame. “Leon, you can’t be here. This- This level is off limits to customers!”

“But I’m not just a customer,” he spread his arms. He slowly approached, footsteps thudding against the carpet, “And c’mon, you like me, right?”

Your eyes were ready to pop out of your skull. “Like you? I mean- Yes but- but not like- Like…” You squeaked as your back thumped against your door. Your hand reached behind and blindly searched for the doorknob. When you finally caught it, the blonde slammed a hand beside your head.

His face inched forward, a frown contorted on his handsome, hardened features. “Like what?” He breathed. You shivered at his warm breath fanning your cold skin. Hesitation paralysed your tongue, and as you struggled to speak, he clasped your jaw with his hand. His questioning, cold gaze was unlike the usual warmth he carried. And it scared you. You swallowed and choked out.

“...Not like lovers.”

A silence ensued between the two of you. The birds outside your window chirped with fervour, as if you weren’t cornered by your customer whom you had grown to trust over the past couple of months. His thick brows knitted tightly against his forehead as he gripped your jaw harshly. You winced, his bruising touch hurt and your hands clawed at his wrist. His nose wrinkled with displeasure as his eyes darkened. He was disappointed, but he couldn’t deny that he saw it coming. Didn’t sting any less.

“So that’s what you think of me,” he spat. Then he smashed his lips against yours and yanked your towel off your body. Your hands flew to his chest as you desperately pushed, a muffled scream on your lips as you resisted. Leon gripped your wrists and slammed them over your head against the door whilst slotting a knee between your trembling legs.

You tried to shout but he shoved his tongue into your mouth and embraced yours in a passionate tango. You couldn’t scream, couldn’t stop him as he shut you up with fervent kisses that sent shocks down your spine. His knee rubbed against your slit, and he bumped into your clit purposefully, eliciting a whine from your saliva stained lips. He pulled away to look at you– and gods, you were so beautiful. So pliant for him, so–

“Help!”

You screamed at the top of your lungs. But your head snapped to the side, and you stared blankly at his shoes. Your cheek stung, pulsating with a dull throb as you placed a hand over where he had slapped you. Tears welled up in your eyes and you refused to look up at him. You tried to run again, but this time he dragged you over to your bed and pushed you down.

Then he flipped open his phone and showed you his photos. You gaped in shock at the hundreds of blurry yet distinct shower pics in his album. The focal point? You.

He met your concerned gaze with a half-lidded one. He spoke quietly and slowly as he held the device over your face.

“You can run, but all it takes is one push and I’ll have this photo publicised everywhere. You wouldn’t want to ruin your parent’s business… right?”

More tears welled in your eyes and your bottom lip trembled with a sob. He hushed you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. Lashes fluttered close as your tears slid down your damp cheeks while the water from your undried hair seeped into your sheets. His voice was a broken record as your vision darkened.

“Shh, it’s alright. It’s gonna be alright…”

The rest was a blur. All you remembered was foggy vision and searing skin. But Leon remembered it all. You put up quite an impressive fight for a little girl like you. You had landed a blow in his temple and sent him reeling into your bed frame. But you were too weak to run, thanks to all the love bites he left around your inner thighs and legs that left you tingly and numb. You tried to crawl away, but even then it was pointless.

For the most part, you were pretty compliant. Like the good girl you were, you spread your legs prettily when asked and even nursed his cock with your lewd tongue, eyes glazed with tears and self-hate whilst he ate your pussy out. Hell, the rumours were true. Virgins gave the best head. You let him cum down your throat too, like the good girl you were. Your mouth pussy was so tight that he swore he saw angels flapping above him. And the cherry on top was when he finally hilted inside you, becoming one at last.

You laid quietly on his chest as he stroked your hair. It was damp, unlike your body which blazed with an ungodly heat that only hell could compete with. Your heart thumped in your chest, a rhythm unmatched with Leon’s. You couldn’t see his face, and it was probably best this way.

He was your first– a fact you had to come to terms with. You sniffled softly. Even though he forced himself on you, he still made sure to make it not hurt too much. It was too easy to give in to his touches– so you failed to put up a decent struggle. A single tear slid down your flushed cheek. You hated that he was so gentle yet so cruel with you.

For Leon, you would be his last, because he swore he’d never let go of you. He would make you his. Physically first, emotionally second, whatever the order mattered little to him. Because you were now bound to him, your souls intertwined in ways your bodies could never attempt to achieve.

He stared up at the ceiling. There was so much to do, and so much time now that you were his. Today felt good. Great. Pride glowed in his chest and he kissed your damp hair tenderly. You were finally his. Finally his to take and to train.

…

“L-Leon!” you squealed, clawing at the sink that he had bent you over. Jeans and panties pooled at your ankles, sitting on your dirty sneakers. Your lips were bleeding because you bit them to stop your screams.

You always had the wildest reactions to whatever he did. Was it because you were a nervous wreck? It’s been barely a month since he started breaking you in. Quite a bit of time to get accustomed to his antics. Looks like you needed more practice, he mentally noted.

“Shut up,” he hissed, rising to his full length to tower over you. His chest pressed against your back, and you whined at the heat pressed between your butt. “Be quiet or they’re gonna find us.”

You held his gaze in the bathroom mirror, and he placed his hands over yours as you still gripped the sink. Your hair had come undone, a mess that framed your flushed face as you panted softly. Goodness, you looked like a wreck. No thanks to the smug bastard behind you.

The blonde took pride in his work and belted out a laugh. A smack on your ass reeled you over the sink again, and you glared at him. Your eyes screamed: aren’t you a hypocrite? But he answered with a boyish grin that gave you butterflies. The damned smile of the devil himself.

His zipper travelled south and he popped himself out of his pants. He stroked it mindlessly before spinning you around so that you faced him. You stared at him incredulously and he gestured with a nod of his chin.

Leon needed no words, you knew what he wanted. Your bare knees hit the sticky bathroom tiles as you knelt, on tiles where its corners were cracked and filled with dirt that religiously lined its crevices. You took his semi-hard on in your little hand, and it twitched to stand at full length. It curved towards his toned abdomen, jumping in your loose hold. The head was flushed, beads of precum dotted the circumference of the tip.

You looked up at him and licked tentatively. He inhaled through his teeth as you gave him puppy licks, teasing the tip with the curve of your tongue while languidly stroking his cock. His hands carded through your hair, pushing back your stray hairs so that he could see you better. So pretty and willing for him, he grinned, and so eager to please.

A broken moan fell from his lips as you suckled on the tip like a baby on a pacifier. He tugged your hair backwards, and you frowned at him but took him in your mouth fully. You swallowed around his length, and it jumped in your throat as he clamped a hand on your head. He held you steady as he thrust his hips, fucking your throat deep and slow like he liked. He was never the kind of guy to rush a process in sex. Not when your mouth pussy was the perfect toy in the world. All for him to monopolise and use.

He chewed on his bottom lip and groaned. “So good. ‘S perfect for me, shit- Good girl. Taking my cock with your mouth so well- fuck…” He babbled mindlessly, drowning in his pleasure as you clutched the back of his ankles. You gripped onto the scratchy fabric with your fingernails and moaned around his length. Suddenly, somebody knocked.

“Hey. Are you there, (y/n)?” Your father called out. You stared up at Leon in terror, but he was too preoccupied with your throat hugging his dick to even care. You gagged when he jabbed his dick against your gummy walls.

You glared at him with teary eyes, and he gestured at your nose- no doubt reminding you to breathe with it. Gently slapping his legs, you tried to free yourself with a warning look. Leon rolled his eyes and called out, “You’ve got the wrong person. It’s just me.”

“Oh-” your dad recognised him, and he hesitated before saying, this time louder. “(y/n)’s missing, I can’t find her anywhere.”

“I’m sure she’s fine. Maybe she’s upstairs,” He grinned as he thrust into your mouth. You gagged again, and he chuckled softly as he stroked the top of your head. “Perhaps she’s taking a shower.”

As if something clicked in you, your eyes widened in fear and you tried to pull away frantically. Not that he’d let you, as he held your head in place from the back, fingers tangled with your hair as he dug his blunt nails into your scalp. A warning to remind you of your place. You complied with a weakened grasp on his pants as you lowered your eyes.

Your father muttered incoherently before stomping away. When a minute passed, Leon finally pulled out and you gasped exaggeratedly, a hand rubbing your sore throat.

“You’re such an asshole sometimes,” you whisper shouted through coughs. The fight in your eyes had returned as you leaned against the wall, pants still pooled around your ankles. The man you mistook for a kind person was truly a wolf in sheep’s clothing all along, a ravenous beast that ravaged you whenever he fancied. You knew that now. If only you had known sooner, then you wouldn’t be stuck in this mess.

“You know you like it,” he said in a sing song voice. You crinkled your forehead as he lowered the toilet seat cover and sat on top of it.

He spread his legs and leaned back. His dick twitched against his stomach. Its length shined with your saliva and blood from your busted lips. Your chest tightened as he coaxed you with the wave of his hand.

“C’mon, finish what you started.”

…

Your parents were on to the two of you faster than he’d expected. There was one time when he almost found Leon and you in the restaurant’s kitchen. If it weren’t for the locked door, he was sure your dad (if he could muster the strength) would chop his balls off and frame them above his bed like a banner. That was how much he had grown to detest the regular, evident in the way he would wordlessly slam his dishes down on his table. Maybe he knew what had transpired in the toilet that day. How he fucked your ass and brains out in the toilet til you were a whimpering, unthinking mess. The store had to close for the day because of the lack of help on the sales floor.

Your dad even refused the fat tips for his wonderful service. Oh, whatever shall Leon do?

Your mother was also a bit of a tough crowd. Eyes sharp with distrust, always keeping her daughter by her side in the kitchen. Her death grip on the butcher knife would’ve been frightening if it weren’t for her trembling knees when he gazed her way. Maybe she also knew of that one time he made you squirt in your parent's room, coating their bedroom mirror with your shared fluids as he pressed you against it. Quite the overprotective parents they were.

And for the other regulars, they continued fantasising about their lovely waitress. Not knowing that she was taken by a traitor among them, a guy that kept to himself in the corners, lighter in hand as he lured your attention as always. Like a moth drawn to a flame, you always found yourself in his arms time and time again.

Your parents were in their room next door as you sat in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist. Two bodies clung desperately together, wrapped in a sweaty embrace as he cupped your plush ass cheeks in his hands, hoisting you up and then dropping you so you’d slam down on his length. His eyes, muddied with desire, were locked with yours as your tongues fought for dominance in each other's mouths. A pile of underwear, his and yours– the lacey one with roses and ribbons (from ages ago)– were tangled on the carpet indiscreetly.

Your hands wandered up and down his scarred back. The tip of his cock jabbed against your cervix, and you whimpered against his lips. Fingernails dug into the scar on his shoulder, an indented wound that caused him to exhale through gritted teeth.

“Leon-” you pulled away and rested your forehead against his. Your nose bumped into his as he bounced you, “-I love you. I love- mhn… love you so much…”

The blonde could barely hear your muffled words over the incessant creaking of your bed. But he nuzzled your nose, a smile playing on his flushed face.

“I love you too,” he whispered, and he pressed a tender kiss to your lips. “Love you so much, baby.”

He slowed down his ministries and embraced your lips with delicate kisses. With his twitching cock buried in the depths of your sticky, pulsing cunt, you moaned his name and angled your head for more. Your arms wrapped around his neck in a loose embrace as you stayed like this, sloppily kissing while basking in the moonlight that seeped from your curtains.

You grinded your softness against his body, chest mushed on his sweaty pectorals. A mewl fell from your swollen lips as you gazed at him longingly. “More, need more.”

“Fuck,” he inhaled shakily. He swiped his thumb under the crease of your eye. “You’re such a needy thing. Drunk on my cock this quick already, hm?”

“Yeah,” you smiled softly, “‘Cause it’s you.”

The man laughed quietly– he swore there were butterflies in his stomach. They fluttered around in his depths as if he wasn’t currently balls deep in you. God, he was so whipped for you. He was such a lucky man– he didn’t deserve your smile.

He carefully flipped you over and placed you on your knees. You rested your head on the sheets, leaned forward to tilt your butt towards him. It rested on your crack, and a giggle bubbled from you when you wriggled against his cock. A playful smack on one cheek echoed in your room. You would shoot him death glares whenever he did that. But today you moaned into the sheets and smooshed your ass against his torso for more.

Fuck, he grimaced. How did you get this lewd? Oh it was thanks to him. With his ego mightily stoked, he chuckled and soothed the hand mark with another.

Leon gripped your waist with one hand, another spreading your cheeks to get a better view as he slid himself into your wetness. You were always a tight fuck, gripping hard enough to snap him in half, but today’s descent into you had him arching his own back in bliss. It was like you were trying to milk his balls worth, like you wanted a bun in the oven tonight.

You gritted your sheets in your teeth, strings of drool snaking down your chin as your body rocked up and down the bed. Muffled moans rose in pitch as he speared your insides, his hipbone smashing into your jiggling ass with the relentless snapping of his hips. Dishevelled threads of blonde hair hung over his tightly lidded eyes, bouncing as he chased his high.

“Fuck fuck fuck. I love you. You’re mine-” he rambled as he slammed into your womb punishingly. “-Gonna breed you with my kids. You want that? Fuck, say you want it!”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you babbled his name brokenly. Garbled ‘yes’s fell from your quivering lips, and he snaked a hand under you to slap your clit with his calloused, scarred palm. You gasped and he shoved your head into the mattress when you cried his name in pleasure. A few more slaps and you were trembling like a leaf, your upper body totally collapsed onto the bed like a used doll. Your walls gripped him tightly, ripping out a deep moan from Leon. Then he pressed his hips flushed to your quivering butt and emptied his seed into you.

The warmth in your belly was comforting, the heat spread to the rest of your body as you hummed softly in approval. You collapsed entirely on the bed, and his dick slipped out with a soft sound. Stained with rings of cream, it hung limply between his toned thighs, and you weakly crawled over to run your tongue along one of its veins.

Leon’s cock twitched on your tongue. Amused, he took his phone and snapped a picture of you. He held the screen beside your face, gazing at the matching blissed out expressions you carried in both. He pushed your hair behind your ear as you nuzzled against his leg. Your eyes began fluttering shut, and he gently adjusted your limp body so that you laid down beside him. He pulled your blanket over the two of you and held you flushed to his chest. Your breathing slowed to a steady pace, and he pecked your forehead with his lips.

You deserved a bigger tip the next time he visited. For your generous customer service. He made a mental note and closed his eyes, too tired to care about the rattling of your doorknob across the room.

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[allfearstofallto]

Diluc x Fem! Reader

TW: 18+ MDNI, oral (f. receiving), face sitting, squirting

You can't tell how well he's doing below you, but you can still feel his lips and tongue against your clit, still feel his hands gripping your ass and thighs, so you know he's alive. He insisted that you sit on his face, despite your protest that you might suffocate him, he told you it'd be a wonderful way to go if you did.

Your cunt was dripping down messily on his face, his breathing sounding labored, but when you went to pull away to give him a breath of air, he'd just pull you back down, shaking his head side to side aggressively. You couldn't deny Diluc's skill, there was nothing he loved more than eating you out, forcing multiple orgasms from your body. The way you trembled and whimpered above him was a good sign, your toes curling and your lips mewling words of praise for the man's mouth.

When you came, you knew you'd squirt for him, when did you not? You worried once again about killing him with your cunt, but his strength was much more than yours and you couldn't lift yourself off if you wanted to. Diluc held you there as you convulsed through an orgasm, pussy dripping all over his face, making the noises his tongue made only sloppier.

He finally allowed you to pull away when he was sure that you'd finished coming for you and even overstimulated you a bit more. Your legs trembled as you flopped onto the bed next to him, where he was gasping, face covered in your slick, some of it even managing to soak his red locks.

"Are you okay?" You questioned a bit fearfully, wondering about his lack of anything to say.

Diluc's red eye were glossed over and big, his chest rising and falling as he breathed, a small smile forming on his face, "I think I just saw God,"