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[everlastingserenitys]

VIDEO GAME FUCKER!

summ. in which, you fuck your gaming rival so he wouldn't win the championships!

pairing. caleb x f!reader cw. gamer!caleb, gamer!reader, caleb uses emoticons, flirting, fingering, hand jobs, p in v, rivals with benefits (again? lol), dirty talk, he has another stupid username, kind of mean Caleb, semi public, kissing, wall sex, zayne mentioned again lol wc. 3.9k a/n. we should :D :3 ^_^ with each other!!! fixing mistakes later, my apologies if there are any

“Ugh! Zayne! This person keeps winning every round and I literally got moved to second place!” Caleb angrily threw his controller across his desk and slumped down on his ragged gaming chair.

Zayne sighed, a tired sigh left his lips and he placed his hand on Caleb's trembling shoulder, he patted him a few times before strutting to Caleb’s bed and plopped on the soft mattress. “Well maybe if you don't angrily smash your fingers on your controller, then you could win.”

Caleb only rolled his eyes in response and slid back up on his chair, grabbing onto the controller and angrily clicked a few buttons to get the next round going.

Then a ding alerted him from his angry state and Caleb glanced at the bottom corner and noticed a red dot hovering over the chat bubble. Curious, he brought his cursor to the button and clicked it just to be met with no new reaction at all, just anger building up on anger.

Caleb skimmed at the message you sent, it wasn’t anything serious – matter of a fact, it wasn't even anything horrible. Just a little teasing with a little wink emoticon that totally distracted him and even forgot he was playing a serious game.

“Championships are soon and this idiot is annoying me…” Caleb muttered, thinking of a response, something flirty that might throw you off. But before he could even bring his fingers to his keyboard a sound effect of defeat blared through his computer.

“Shit!”

Caleb slammed his head against his desk, his fingers clutching on the keyboard as he panted heavily, trying to control his anger. Zayne sighed again, Caleb heard him lift off from his bed and head towards the door.

“Rather you be quiet and deal with the losses, or stop playing for a while to… calm yourself down.”

Caleb stared at Zayne's suggestion with a confused look and before he could strike back, the door closed shut. Caleb averted his gaze back to his screen which displayed several more messages from you.

“So annoying.”

calebexplodes: 1v1, in the practice room?

Caleb eagerly stared at the text bubbles appearing and disappearing as he anticipated your response. After an excruciating two minutes–yes he counted, exactly 120 seconds of the bubbles disappearing and reappearing, a response finally came in.

“okay?”

Caleb stared at the little ‘ok’ in disbelief, he scoffed and left the server to make a private one and invited you in. He patiently waited at the lobby and when your character finally loaded up he pulled out the chat and already started acting like he was better than you.

calebexplodes: get ready to lose!! :D

annoying idiot: whatever you say… vc?

Yes, he had already changed your nickname before he even found out your actual name–But Caleb stared at the screen with widened eyes, he hesitantly dragged his mouse to the mic in the top corner and in a click he was in. He awkwardly shifted around his seat before he heard another ding appear in the voice chat room, and noticed your profile right above his.

“Hello?” Caleb took the initiative to talk first, if he was going to be cocky on text he had to at least have some confidence when you were voice chatting, but the second your beautiful voice surged through Caleb’s headset he almost fell down his chair.

“Wha–”

Caleb shut his mouth and gulped the lump forming in his throat, he knew he was playing with a girl – I mean, it was obvious from the start. But the way your voice sounded was just too distracting if his goal was to win, right?

With the clear of his throat, he went back to his poker face – as if you could see him – he still wanted to try to act tough.

Caleb started the round and swiftly moved his fingers around his controller, his eyes only focusing on the game nothing el–

“So, you’re going to the championships?” you asked, a hint of seduction laced your voice and Caleb shut his eyes in embarrassment.

Shit.

---

You move your mouse around your desk as your other fingers work quick movements on your keyboard, the awkward silence before the round started was just as worse as not getting a response from ‘calebexplodes’, or Caleb perhaps.

“Caleb?” you ask, shooting several shots at him which caused him to die immediately. An annoyed sigh was heard from the other side of your headset and you chuckled in response. It was obvious he was angry, probably because you took his number one spot, but you also felt like there was more than that.

“Yeah?” his voice comes out in a groggy tone and you only scoff in response. But before you could ask your question again, Caleb interrupted you.

“And yes, I am going to the championships, once I get first place again.” The last few words came out in a mumble and you could just hear the challenge in his voice.

“Oh really? Join me in a real match then.” you say, flicking your cursor to the exit button, hovering your finger over your padded mouse, “Not sure what we needed a private room for, hmm?”

“Is that how you want to play, pipsqueak? Fine then.” Caleb shot a few shots at your character and soon left the room momentarily, waiting for you in the lobby at the supposedly ‘real match’.

“That isn't even my name..” you mumble and leave the practice room, heading over to the lobby where Caleb was patiently waiting.

calebexplodes: took u long enough ;) let's play now.

You sent a little ‘ok’ and joined the game.

The countdown flashed on your screen, the bright numbers illuminated your dark room and you sat up, getting ready for a real game. A game that will hopefully not bring Caleb back to number one.

But, shit. You thought he was just as bad as he was in the practice room, and the previous rounds you played before you reached number one. But now that Caleb’s number 1 spot was gone, he was actually dedicated to going back.

“This is crazy…” you mutter, countering a few more shots at him, and just before the last bullet could go through, he headshot you and a sound of defeat alarmed through your computer. You scoff in disbelief and check the leaderboard to notice Caleb was back at number 1?!

calebexplodes: told u i would get it back ;3

You don’t reply. Instead, you request to start another match, hoping to get your number one spot back.

But game after game, it felt like the two of you were playing for hours, and hours. You were too engraved in trying to win, you didn't even notice you went down on the leaderboard.

“Fucking idiot.” you seethe, requesting one more round, but Caleb declined the request and made up some lame excuse in the chat, saying he was tired, yada yada. You didn't care about anything except trying to get back to number one.

So when he left the lobby, sending a ‘see you later pips! <3’ you risked your sleep schedule to try to at least get back to second place.

And hours later, you finally were back in second place.

--

“Zayne, Wake up.” Caleb shook Zayne’s sleeping figure lying on his bed and patiently waited for him to wake up.

Zayne stirred in his place and in a groan he winked his eyes open, staring at Caleb’s impatient look plastered all over his face, “what is it?” he whispered, draping his blanket over his face as his breathing steadied to a rhythmic pace.

“When's the championship?”

“Shouldn’t you know this…ugh anyway, i’m pretty sure in a week or so.”

Caleb nodded, “Perfect, drop me off there, alright?”

Zayne only hummed in response and Caleb left the room eventually.

He grabbed a small snack and headed straight to his bedroom to play his game all day.

Caleb checked the leaderboard and still noticed he was number one and you were number two just made him chuckle. He joined matched with random people, all of them he was beating in seconds, it just wasn't as fun as it was with you.

Out of curiosity after his most recent match–which he of course won–he checked out your profile, and fuck, it was the wrong–no, perfect time because you were online. Caleb instinctively brought his cursor to the chat bubble under your profile and clicked it.

calebexplodes: few rounds? i've been good today :p

annoying idiot: sure, vc me tho i don't feel like typing.

Caleb rolled his eyes and immediately joined the voice chat room, when a ding was heard seconds later, indicating you were in the room, Caleb immediately put on his nonchalant persona and started playing as if you were any other player.

“I checked out the rules and stuff for the championship and noticed it's only the top six people playing with each other.” Caleb mentioned, his shaky fingers sliding along his controller, clicking every button as he started to miss every shot.

God, why was he so nervous playing with you? Especially with voice chat?

“Yeah I heard, imagine we verse each other.” you chuckle, and Caleb swore that was the only thing he heard slip out of your lips. He nodded and grinned to himself, verse with you? As if he wasn’t doing that right now, but the thought of doing it in person sounded even better.

“Of course I'd win though, the cash prize looks really good too.” Caleb teased.

“Don't get too cocky now, watch, I'll win, jus’ like riiightt now!”

Before Caleb could even comprehend what you meant by that, his screen flickered to the big letters of ‘defeat’ written all over it. He moaned in agony and hit the corner of his controller on his forehead.

“That was just one game, pipsqueak. We still have a bunch more to go.”

“And I'll win all those other games!” you cheer, the only thing filled in your voice was confidence, and challenge. Caleb only let out a cold, mocking laugh and shook his head.

“Best to ten gets what the other person wants, alright?”

“Oh now we're going for rewards? Watch out.” you chuckle and snipe him in the head. Caleb’s mouth opened to an ‘o’ shape and he angrily clicked the buttons on his controller, his breath getting ragged by the second and as rounds kept going and going he eventually lost.

2-10.

Only two points. He only got two points.

If you two weren't playing with voice chat and he wasn’t hearing the sweet teases coming out of your mouth he could've been the one who got ten points.

“What do you want?”

“Actually, I'll give it to you on competition day.”

Caleb raised an eyebrow and hummed in response, then he definitely had to dress up nice if it's something you wanted to give, especially in person.

“See you next week, Caleb.”

Caleb muttered a quick goodbye and left the game. He sunk his face between his palms and groaned in annoyance.

Oh, he was so not ready for next week.

--

It felt like the week had gone by so fast, just a second ago you were playing several rounds with Caleb, but no. After that one game with him, both you and him avoided each other's paths and practiced alone.

Now, you were dolled up in a cute outfit, and sat in your car as you drove to the place where the championship would be taken. A wave of nervousness filled your body as you were already in the parking lot finding a spot.

You eventually parked at the corner of the lot and hopped out your car, walking inside the building. The first thing you were met with was people giving you a sticker and marker so you could write your own name tag.

“Watching or playing?” one of the guards asked, you told them you were playing and they let you through.

Now all you needed to do was find Caleb.

As you searched through the scatters of people all over the building, your gaze just stayed stuck on everyone's name tags stuck to their chest, and just as you were about to give up and ask people where Caleb was, you finally noticed a nametag from afar.

Which read ‘caleb’ with a little apple drawing next to it.

Now that had to be him.

And god, he was beautiful.

You push past the swarm of people and reach Caleb who was sitting on a chair on his phone, his bored eyes were glued on his screen and he didn't notice a presence near him. You tapped on his shoulder and Caleb finally glanced away from his phone and looked up at you.

“I..”

Caleb shakily put his phone in his pocket and crossed his arms in a mocking manner as he tried to compose himself near you.

“Ready to lose?” he mocked, lifting himself off his seat, glancing at the clock at the far end of the wall and back at you. You shook your head and leaned in closer, eyes darting at his violet iris before snaking down to his outfit.

“I’m going to win. Watch.”

“Oh? Now that's a confident pipsqueak.” Caleb chuckled and wrapped his fingers around your wrist, pulling you away from the large crowd and brought you to a secluded hallway, pinning you against the wall.

His fingers danced around the straps of your dress as he stared into your eyes, seeking for something you promised to give him. But a mocking scoff escaped your lips and you lightly shove Caleb away from you.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Well you..” Caleb glanced around the hall before leaning closer to your ear, “you had something to give me on this day, and I think I got an idea what it is…” he taunts, not moving an inch, and instead just lingers by your ear.

You could feel his breathing get heavier, ghosting intricate patterns along your warm skin which made your whole body shudder in fear. A menacing grin formed on your lips and before Caleb could ask you another question, you crashed your lips on his.

His rough padded lips, graze against your soft slightly parted ones, he slid his tongue through the opened entrance and collided his hot, wet tongue with yours. He was practically eating you alive, his mouth opened wider as he sunk himself deeper inside you, tasting every inch of you.

A low, broken moan left Caleb's lips, leaving a spark of vibration radiating through your body. Caleb pulled away to catch his breath, panting heavily at you with flushed rosy cheeks. A glint of something different appeared in his eyes and Caleb leaned in again.

“So this is what you were going to give me?” Caleb breathed, pressing his forehead against yours. You nod in response but there was–well, is moreyou could give. I mean, your game isn't even until an hour or so later so there is a bunch of time.

Which also means extra time to distract Caleb from winning the championships!

“There’s more I could give…” you whisper, sliding your hand down his outfit, toying with the tie dangling off his outfit.

“And a suit for a gaming competition?” you chuckle, tugging on his tie which caused Caleb to whimper in response.

“Thought I'd impress you and the audience when I win.” Caleb grinned and planted small kisses along your face as his fingers started drifting lower on your dress.

“Seriously think you’re going to win?” Your fingers slide to the bulge denting through his tight dress pants, you grabbed onto his boner and rubbed rhythmic movements on it.

“I-I will.. m-more please..” he whimpered, gripping onto the seams of your dress, practically threatening to rip it off if you continued to tease him further.

And so, you give him more. You slid your fingers under the rough, seamless fabric, slicking your thumb across his already wet boxers. You soon slid them down and his length sprung out with dribbles of pre sliding down.

Oh.

Without wasting another second you wrapped your fingers around his length, and pumped your wrist in quick, deliberate movements.

The rhythm started getting lost at every stroke, both you and him were too much in a daze to even comprehend the situation going on.

The man you were competing with every single day was now desperately clutching onto you as you had your hand wrapped around his cock.

“N-ngh stop.. enough, I-I’m gonna…” Caleb’s speech started to get broken, more ragged, he was practically in heat by the touch of your fingers.

“Can’t even hold it in? Is this your first time?” You tease, but the statement must’ve caused a different reaction to Caleb and spurs of his pellucid mixture coated your fingers.

“Your…” he panted, sliding his fingers under your dress and ghosted his fingers against your goosebumped skin. His rough fingers gripped on your thigh and he averted his glistening violet gaze at you.

“Your turn.” he mumbled.

“Huh? My turn?–ungh!” Before you could even process what was going on, Caleb had already flipped you over against the wall and lifted your dress, tugging at your panties before sliding them off.

“Caleb..” you whimper, turning your head to his direction to look at his state, and fuck.

His eyes gleamed with pleasure all over it, he kept his teary gaze locked on your bare, exposed skin beneath him. His fingers glide down to your soaking cunt and without wasting a second, he slid a finger in you.

And then another, he already had two fingers deep inside your drooling cunt and fucked it like it was the hunderth time he did this, but no. This was probably the first time he's touched a woman.

His fingers slide in and out of you, making you have to stuff the ends of your dress in your mouth to muffle your sounds. Now that he was the one practically pleasuring you there was no way he’s going to get distracted.

“Mmph m–”

“What was that?”

“Fuck.. fuck me” you breathed, hoping it was the slightest bit convincing and well, from the looks of it, he looked like he was about to crumble to pieces after hearing that.

Caleb listened to your request immediately, slicking his fingers out of you and pressed the tip of his leaking cock against your entrance. The feeling of him slowly sliidingg into you almost made you come on the spot.

You slowly rode your hips back, hitting a smooth rhythm against his hips and Caleb only moaned in response, following the same movements as you. One of his hands grabbed onto your hips as the other was placed on your lower back, slowly pushing you down so you could feel every inch of him.

“‘S it good? hngh” Caleb was the one who couldnt control his noises every time he tries asking you something, and fuck, you couldnt do the same either. You felt his cock slowly slide in and out of you before you could catch a break, he rammed his full length inside you.

“Hah.. Caught ya off guard didn't i?” Caleb taunted, nibbling on your earlobe as he slowly slid himself out of you, continuing that same slow rhythm on you again. But you only let out a shaky moan in response and started to grind yourself against him again.

“You think tha-that’ll catch me off guard? How p-pathetic..” you chuckle, tightening yourself around him and riding yourself even quicker and quicker. Caleb let out a surprised gasp, his breath hitching at the sight.

“Idiot..” he mumbled, grabbing onto your moving hips as he stopped you in place and continued to move himself against you, his tip kissing your cervix at every powerful thrust he gave you, and God, it felt like you were in heaven.

“Gonna…mmgh” he shakily slid his fingers lower and pressed against your pussy and spread it open to watch his mess pool out of you. You grit your teeth and turn your head to look at Caleb's eyes, pupils spiraling like it was the first time seeing something he loved.

“So pretty.” he muttered, slicking his tip out of you, a tiny pop sound echoed through the halls when he stared at the mixture dribbling on the ground and sliding down your legs. You shakily plop on your knees and continue to stare at Caleb with teary eyes.

“Went a little overboard, dontcha think?” you laugh, pressing your forehead against the wall as you catched your breath. But Caleb did not respond at all, he just continued to stare at your tired messed up figure on the ground.

“sorry..”

“It's fine, Caleb. Now, what's the time? we have a game to go to, yeah?”

--

Your plan should have worked by now, right? I mean as long as he was distracted from what happened in the hallway, you should be totally fine, just not think anything of it while you play. That's it.

And since Caleb went a little overboard, it would be normal for him to get severely messed up mid game when he thinks about it, so you were fine.

Literally.

“Now starring the top two players of the game versus each other!” The host introduced you and Caleb to the audience and glanced at the two of you before imitating a beep sound to indicate that the games were starting.

You stare at Caleb's half focused face on his screen, his hands working quick movements on his controller as he was getting almost every shot. You, on the other hand, focused as if this was the final game before you die.

And that's what it felt like.

You noticed Caleb sneaking small glances at you, and every time you tried to look he’d just look away and continue playing.

But there was one instance where you caught him, a light smile crept on your lips as you stared at his shocked face from afar. You take this as an advantage to shoot several shots at him and yes! he was head in an instant.

“Woo! Give it up for ‘er! Last few rounds left before we determine the winner!” The host dramatically announced your win and you glanced at Caleb who didn’t look back at you but instead just stared at his screen with clenched teeth and impatiently hit his fist against the desk.

And after a few rounds happened Caleb was winning, then losing, then winning and the pattern repeats.

And finally in the last game both you and him were competing like you were rivals again, he smashed his fingers against his controller, hard. Stood up from his seat and played like he was dedicated to this win.

And you did the exact same, slightly raising from your chair when the final hits went through and after the final countdown and shot…

You won!

You grin at your screen and stare at Caleb who just stood in the same spot and didn't move an inch.

“Give it up for the winner!”

As the award ceremony finished up Caleb walked towards you and dragged you to the hallway again.

“Congrats on your win, pipsqueak.”

“Told you I'd win.” you laugh, playfully hitting his chest and stare at his mockingly surprised expression staring down at you.

“Wanna 1v1 again? Let's see who wins this time.”

“Sure.. and you know i’m going to win” you proudly say, waving your gold medal across his face.

Caleb chuckled, “i didnt mean in the game.”

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

part 4 of fly into your heart | caleb -> next work

[nyoomerr]

Luo Binghe Shimeji (Extended Version!)

a couple years ago, riladoo created an adorable binghe shime! he could be picked up and tossed around your computer screens, climb around on all your windows, multiply, and all the other cute things that come in the standard base shimeji set.

more recently, i reached out to riladoo with a commission request - more action sets for binghe! over the past couple months, riladoo has worked hard to make some adorable binghe art, and i've updated all the source code and config files to accommodate the new actions! 🎉

the extended action set includes: - a 'sit and eat' idle action - two 'head patting' actions when the mouse hovers over him - a 'fall and cry' action for when he falls from tall heights - a 'land nicely' action for when you place him down gently

the original binghe shime listing on riladoo's gumroad has been updated to have all these new actions, so go grab him now!! he's free / pay what you want! 🥰

i've put more details about the new action sets + general shimeji setup tips below the cut, but otherwise -- LET THE BINGHE COMPUTER INFECTION COMMENCE !!

**these extended actions only work on windows, not mac. sorry ;w; the original shime set has a mac version, though!

Extended Action Set Details

when you download the files from riladoo, you're looking for the .zip file labeled "Updated Shime code" !

sit and eat this is an idle action that will trigger randomly the same as any other idle action. if you want to trigger it manually, you can right click the shime -> 'set behavior' -> 'sit and eat'

head pats these are 'stay' actions that will trigger automatically when you hover your mouse over the shime. i recommend hovering your mouse over his head for maximum head-pat-effectiveness! unfortunately, this action won't play if the shime is actively climbing a wall/ceiling - maybe in the future this can be extended further, but for now there are only head patting actions for sitting and standing poses :>

falling variations (crying / default / land nicely) there are now a total of 3 'falling' actions. to see the 'fall and cry' action, allow binghe to fall from the top half of your monitor. to see the standard/original 'fall and trip' action, allow binghe to fall from the low-mid range portion of your monitor. to see the 'land nicely' action, gently place binghe down at the bottom of your monitor. this means you're rewarded for catching binghe when he falls off a window - if you catch him and set him down, he lands nicely, but if you let him fall normally, he'll start crying!! 🥰

Shimeji Installation Tips

if you've never had a shimeji before - don't worry, they're super easy to install! i recommend following this video tutorial created by the person who originally created the source code for shimeji. you can skip the parts about downloading the shimeji itself - you'll get that from riladoo's website :>

if you install everything but opening the shimeji executable does nothing, download jarfix to resolve this issue.

if you follow the tutorial and update the 'interactive windows' but the shime still doesn't stand/climb on the specified windows, restart your computer to resolve this issue. alternatively, make sure you don't have any 'unexpected' monitors plugged in - a friend of mine had their shime constantly falling down through their monitor onto their screen drawpad, which was confusing until it got figured out!

if you are on mac instead of windows.... i am so sorry i actually have no idea how to help 🙇‍♂️ the original/default binghe shimeji set DOES have a mac os folder in with the downloads, but i've never tested it (don't use mac), and even if it works, it won't include the extended actions (i didn't build an executable for mac with the new code).

More Questions???

feel free to hit me up! in the replies of this post / through DMs / send an ask - whatever is best for you. i'll tag any asks i get about the shime with #binghe shime chronicles so they get archived nicely. i got very familiar with all the source code / config files to get this lil guy set up with his extended actions, so hopefully i can answer any questions you have! 💪😤

that's all!! i am so happy w how the new actions turned out - the art riladoo did for them is SO cute! - and i hope y'all will be, too!

[tayraedoll]

My Compliments to the Chef

The smutty and soft finale of the series. MDNI 18+ only

Part 1

Part 2

TW: Smut, P in V intercourse, fingering, oral-female receiving with mentions of male receiving, sensory deprivation, self-consciousness, reader is uncomfortable in her own skin, body scars, body worship, hurt/comfort, fluff

Alastor advanced on you slowly, the famished look never leaving his eyes, he reminded you of a cat that finally cornered the mouse it was hunting. For every one of his steps forward you had to take two back to keep the distance between you even. You eventually ran out of floorspace when the backs of your knees hit his bed, with you effectively trapped the demon was quick to close the distance completely.

He grabbed you by your jaw, holding your face up so he could press his lips to yours again. You moaned into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself into him. His free hand wrapped around your waist in a vice grip like he was afraid you'd run away if he let you go. He released your lips with a 'pop' to trail his lips down the your exposed throat, nipping the skin to leave little love marks. When the hand on your waist started to dip under your shirt you violently jumped to the side to put space between you once more.

For a moment Alastor stood stock still, the position making it look like he was holding an invisible person. He blinked a couple of times before straightening up and looking at you quizzically, wondering if he had read you wrong. His head cocked to the side, carefully scrutinizing your body language.

Your heart hammered away in your chest, you bit the inside of your lip as you tried taking deep breaths to calm yourself. Being with Alastor in this way was thrilling, but even the excitement of the moment wasn't enough to quell the insecurities that were screaming at you.

When you finally composed yourself you gave him an apologetic look, "I am so sorry. I-It's just that...", you trailed of as you looked down, trying to find the right words to explain yourself.

Long fingers hooked under your chin again to make you look up at his face, "My Dear, my sincerest apologies if I overstepped-"

"No! No, it's not that. Um.. it's my scars. They don't end at at my arms, they are kind of all over. I...I'm not exactly pretty to look at", your voice trailed off, becoming a whisper at the end. You looked over at the fireplace to avoid his eyes staring down at you as tears welled up in your own.

Alastor let go of you and backed away. You had to suppress a sob; here it was, the rejection you were so terrified of.

The rustle of fabric caught your attention, Alastor was laying his coat across the his bed; he then stared right at you as he pulled at his bow tie and threw it on top of his jacket. Nimble fingers slowly started to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Al...what are you doing?", you asked completely bewildered. Part of you wanted to look away- the intense look in his eyes, how his chest fluff slowly came into view in such a sensual manner- it was almost too much, but you couldn't bring yourself to look away from him.

After releasing the final button of his shirt, Alastor painstakingly slowly pushed it off his shoulders and revealed his bare torso to you. You gasped, a hand flying up to your mouth as you took the sight of him in. His black arms and tawny body were littered in scars; unlike yours, his scars disfigured the skin where it ripped apart and sewn itself back together. One long gash made its way from his right hip to left shoulder- the wound Adam gave him in the battle at the hotel. Your feet carried you over to him before you were conscious of the movement, hand raised in front of you as it hovered above his chest seeking permission to touch.

His hand grasped yours before you could make contact, vulnerability flashed briefly across his face before it hardened into a more determined expression. He slowly brought your hand to the space where his heart was enclosed in his sternum, resting your palm on the mended skin of the axe wound. "We all have our insecurities Dear, not a single one of us is immune to the judgements our minds cast upon us." His eyes stared intently into yours, watching as tears formed and slowly fell down your cheeks. This wound must have been excruciating; it looked so large and deep, it was a miracle he survived it.

You finally ripped your eyes from the scar to look back up at him, his expression was a mixture of uncertainty, desperation, and primal hunger. A new determination settled in your mind, your dried your tears with your hand that was not touching him and stepped fully into his space leaving just an inch between you two. Your fingers ghosted over his skin, feather-light caresses applied to each of the scars you could see. Some were raised and rough to the touch, while others were smooth and shiny; the muscles underneath would twitch with each new blemish you stroked.

One finger remained on his body as you lazily walked around him to his back. You were met with the same myriad of cicatrices forming constellations across his dorsum. You felt braver without his eyes being able to stare you down from here, after each stroke of your finger you planted a chaste kiss to the marking.

You heard the gasp he made the first time you pressed your lips to his body, a small smile gracing your face at being able to elicit such a response from The Radio Demon with your gentle affections. After revering every scar across his being you finally came back to face him, your heart skipping a beat when he immediately close his arms around you and pulling you into a needy kiss.

Alastor's fingers grabbed your hips and he slowly spun you around so your back was to him. Opening your eyes, you were met with a mirror that had magically appeared out of nowhere. You met Alastor's eyes in the reflection as he leaned in to whisper in your ear "Allow me to show you just how transcendent you truly are."

He snapped his fingers, but your vision didn't go black as you expected it would. Instead, you were ushered into a world of total silence. Your wide eyes locked onto crimson orbs as his red claws slowly lifted your shirt over your head, his eyes never left yours even as he unclasped your bra. You struggled to resist the urge to cover your breasts, swallowing hard as every imperfection was revealed to the mirror.

His hand collected yours and raised it to his lips, tender kisses were pressed to your knuckles before he flipped your hand over to gently nip at the pulse point of your wrist. A gasp ripped out of your throat at the sensation, your eyes flying shut. His lips stilled completely, all sensation coming to an abrupt halt. You peaked an eye open, Alastor was watching you with a patient yet disapproving gaze. Once your eyes met his he slid his lips up your forearm, nipping and kissing along the borders of your reddened skin. Anytime you averted your gaze from his ministrations he would completely stop until your eyes found his again.

When he finished pecking and nipping your arm he moved across your shoulders, meeting your neck where he used his cheek to push your head to the side to grant him access. By now heat was pooling in your belly; your thighs rubbed together as subtly as you could as your abdomen clenched with every graze of his teeth on your skin. By the time he reached your other wrist you were certain your panties were ruined.

Looking in the mirror now you could barely recognize yourself; your lips parted in an "O" as soft whimpers and pants left your throat, eyes glazed over and half-lidded. You had never seen yourself look so fucked out and he hadn't even touched you in a sexual way yet.

His fingers ran down your ribs and across your abdomen, meeting right below your navel to unbutton your jeans. He pulled both your pants and panties down your legs slowly until you could step out of them. Your cheeks heated up as you stood naked in front of the mirror, the predatory eyes of the demon behind you raked over your form greedily.

One of his hands came around you again, a curious finger dipping into your folds. Your body jolted, back arching and hips pushing into his touch. You let out a mewl you could not hear as your head flew back and hit the demon's chest, your eyes closing on instinct. Just like before, Alastor's movements stilled as soon as your eyes left the mirror.

His other hand crept up the back of your head, tangling into your hair and forcing your head back up but you kept your eyes closed. Displeased, Alastor leaned forward and bit your ear just hard enough for it to sting. It elicited his desired affect as your eyes flew open once again. He subtly shook his head at you as his hand tightened in your hair- you would not be turning away from the mirror again. Just as you resigned to your fate the claw in your folds reminded you of its presence as it circled around your clit.

You bit your lip, using all your willpower to keep your attention on yourself in the mirror. The claw circled your bundle of nerves faster and faster, your wines silent to your own ears as your hips started to buck into his hand. Your eyes were now glued to the way his dexterous digits played with your nub.

A finger slipped inside of you quickly followed by a second, his thumb still applying delicious pressure to your clit. His pace picked up, fingers curling inside you to hit that spongy spot that nearly had your knees buckling under you. In the mirror you could see that your face was flushed, beads of sweat broke out across your forehead, your chest heaved with every breath. Your vision went white as you clamped down on his fingers, lips parted in a scream as Alastor watched you unravel at his hands.

A low chuckle alerted you that your hearing had been restored. When your vision re-focused the mirror was gone and you were laying in bed with Alastor hovering over you. You took the chance to allow your eyes to roam over his body- lean muscle, chiseled abdomen, a deep v-line at his hips, and a fucking monster of a cock ready to impale you. Your eyes blew wide open as he lowered himself down on you to leave love nips down the column of your throat; his member sliding through your folds and collecting your slick.

"Al-Alastor," your body trembled, "I haven't slept with anyone since I died and there is no way I will fit all of you inside me!"

"Hmm," Alastor hummed completely unconcerned, "you can, and you will My Dear." His arms reached down and hooked your knees with the crook his of elbows, effectively spreading you wide open for him and leaving no way for you to push him away from your core as he slowly sunk into you inch by inch.

You choked as the intrusion stole the air from your lungs, your nails digging into his shoulders as you instinctively tried to push him back to no avail. It stung slightly as your walls struggled to accommodate him, the full feeling overwhelming at first. He stilled once he was buried to the hilt, giving you time to get accustomed to the sensation. Your breath came in short gasps as your legs shook vigourously in his hold; it felt like he was buried in your guts, his tip pushed flush against your cervix. "Relax Mon Cher, I won't push you beyond what you can take," he peppered chaste kisses across your cheekbones as your breathing evened out, the full feeling becoming more pleasant than intrusive.

Once your walls relaxed around him the buck started to slowly rock his hips in shallow thrusts. Pain quickly gave way to pleasure and a lewd moan fell from your lips as your walls fluttered, his pelvis grinding into your nub perfectly with each thrust.

"That's it Dear, such a good girl- taking me so well. See? I knew you were an expert at handling meat", Alastor growled at you, biting down on your neck just below your ear. You whimpered, his cock catching your entrance with every thrust forward and bullying that spongy spot. His arms lifted your legs higher towards your chest, you couldn't be spread open any further. Your Overlord lover licked the bruise he gave you, it would be impossible for you to hide without a scarf.

The coil in your core tightened, your legs quivering uncontrollably as your toes curled. Your nails raked down his back desperate to ground yourself amongst the pleasure; you idly wondered if you could leave scars of your own along his spine.

His pace turned absolutely bruising as he chased your collective releases. "Tu es parfait, si délicieux, mon petit chef."

His cockhead rammed into your cervix like he was trying to bust through it. A scream of intense pleasure ripped out your throat as the coil finally snapped, sending a flood of arousal out of your cunt. Alastor watched your face contort with your orgasm and committed the stunning sight to his memory. His own release surged into your fluttering cunt with a groan, his forehead falling onto yours, your breaths mixing together as you both basked in post-coital bliss.

"La mesure de l'amour, c'est d'aimer sans mesure", he whispered before giving you one more deep and sensual kiss.

"You know I don't speak French right? I have no idea what you've been saying", you giggled when he pulled away.

"Hmm, I will teach you some day My Dear. For now, let's just enjoy this moment shall we?", he rolled over and draped you across his chest. You snuggled into his chest fluff, inhaling the smell of sex and Alastor's musky scent as you drifted off. Right before you fell into unconsciousness you heard "Je t'aime".

You smiled- you knew that one, "I love you too."

Alastor awakened with a start-something was wrong. He reached out for you only for the space you had occupied to be vacant and cold. He shot up, looking around the room but saw no sign of you. The clock on the wall read 4:30 AM, Alastor got out of bed to search for you- had you gone back to your own room? If so, why?

He snapped his fingers to quickly dress himself, only for his chest to remain bare. His shirt was not with his other clothes...your clothes were still littered across his floor however. Alastor hummed at this clue, he'd either find you in his shirt or you'd be roaming the hotel naked.

He felt secure enough to shadow travel without covering his upper body, it was so early in the morning no one would be roaming the halls at this time except the two of you. He checked your room first but quickly moved on when he found no sign you'd been there for hours- probably since you woke up the previous morning.

The next most obvious room to investigate was the kitchen. The demon cursed himself for not preparing his room for your activities, surely you woke up thirsty and had to trudge all the way to the kitchen for water if you didn't wake him up. He would correct that egregious oversight on his part promptly.

The demon stopped dead in his tracks as he manifested at the kitchen door. The radio was playing a modern "pop" song he was unfamiliar with and your sweet voice was singing along to it. Slowly, he approached the kitchen and leaned a shoulder against the door frame as he took in the scene before him.

You were practically dancing around the kitchen in nothing but his shirt (which comically came down to your knees), singing your heart out to a song about two lovers whose passion burned so intensely it was like fire on fire. You flitted between the hot stove and the various spices on the counter, so absorbed in your task you hadn't noticed the 7-foot-tall deer demon in the doorway.

Alastor watched you with a soft smile on his face, his heart swelling in his chest. He recognized the spices you had out- all the staples of a traditional cajun seasoning. When you added them to your dish he noticed that you never measured any of them, letting your sense of smell guide the spice profile of the food. A bottle of his favorite bourbon also sat on the counter, no doubt if he checked the hotel bar he'd find that Husk was missing that bottle of whiskey.

You mixed the alcohol into a pan, causing a small flame to rise that you expertly handled while spinning the bottle in your free hand like he would his cane. Alastor chuckled at your theatrics, you hadn't noticed him yet so he knew you were showing off for yourself. Soon enough, the mouth-watering aroma of cayenne, garlic, and pork wafted into the air. The Overlord's heart soared when you brought the dish together- cajun pork chops with a bourbon glaze and a vegetable medley of brussel sprouts, zucchini, and peppers. He was approaching you before was aware he was moving.

You startled at his sudden appearance, hand clutching the buttons at your chest, "Sweet Satan Al, please give me some kind of warning before you just waltz on in like that!"

"Apologies My Dear, I did not mean to scare you. However, I am curious, what brings you to the kitchen at this hour?", he stood just inches from you, heart about to beat out of his chest if his suspicions proved to be correct.

"Well-uhh," your face turned beet red and you looked down at the food bashfully, "I guess I was just feeling inspired and couldn't get this creation out of my head. So I needed to find out if I could pull it off."

"The pork chops, that's your signature dish is it not?"

You nodded your head, shyly looking back up at him, "I added a twist to it though."

He reached a hand out to cup your cheek, moving so his chest pressed to yours, "You changed your signature dish...for me? You fused our cooking together." It was not a question, the declaration sat there on a plate in front of him.

"Yes", your answering whisper was just barely audible but it was all the confirmation he needed. You squealed when his hands hooked around your thighs and sat you down on the countertop, his shirt riding up your thighs. He immediately pressed his lips to yours and demanded entry into your mouth with his tongue.

After several minutes of making out like lovesick teenagers, Alastor pulled away to inspect the plate, "It would be a shame to let this all go to waste."

He ran a claw through the glaze, but instead of bringing it to his mouth as you expected he painted it over your neck. Before you had the chance to object to having the sticky sauce on your skin he licked a wide stripe up your throat, cleaning it of all the dressing. He had to admit you did a phenomenal job of balancing the bitter bourbon with sweet brown sugar...and it complimented the taste of your skin incredibly well.

You moaned as you threw your head back, elongating your throat for him. His hands gripped onto each side of your (his) shirt and tore it apart sending buttons flying in every direction. "Alastor! Someone can come in and catch us!", you shrieked as you scrambled to cover yourself again.

Alastor was having none of it and promptly caught your wrists and pinned them against the cabinets above you. "Poppycock Darling, no one will be awake for hours yet. Now, lets enjoy this meal you so artfully crafted shall we?"

He used the glaze to paint more trails across your body- starting at your throat and going down through the valley between your breasts, down your navel, and multiple strokes on your inner thighs. "My, my Mon Cher. You are the most delectable meal I have ever laid eyes on. Care if I have a little nibble?" He didn't wait for your answer as he dove down, licking up every drop of sauce and leaving bites along the way. You bit down on your hand to stop from screaming out a moan when he bit down on your breast just hard enough to leave teeth marks.

He pushed your thighs apart to make room for himself as he settled on his knees before you. His tongue ran up each thigh as slowly as he could restrain himself to. "Your glaze was perfect my dear, but I am looking forward to tasting a different coulis from you."

He pressed the flat of his tongue to your thigh and licked all the way up to your core. The second his tongue made contact with your folds you jolted, crying out in sheer ecstasy as your legs clamped shut on his head. He tutted at you disapprovingly and summoned his shadows to hold your knees as far apart as they'd go. Satisfied with your position, he dove back in, leaving kitten licks on your clit before sucking on it harshly.

You fought to hold in a high-pitched keen, fisting one hand in his hair and using the other to hold one the top cabinets for balance. Alastor’s hands locked around your hips in a bruising grip and slid you forward so your ass was just barely on the counter anymore, the only reason you were still precariously perched there was his tight hold and his shadows holding your legs.

Alastor let go of your clit to plunge his tongue deep into your drenched hole. One hand let go of your hip to begin making tight circles around your nub as his tongue searched for that special spot that made your vision spotty. His efforts were rewarded when your body convulsed, back arching and pushing your pelvis into his face when he found it.

He didn't let up for a second, he doubled-down on his efforts- tongue bullying your spongy walls repeatedly while his thumb pressed harder and harder circles to your clit. The pressure built up quickly, tears forming in your eyes as you struggled to hold back your moans as to not wake anyone. You bit your bottom lip a little too harshly, a droplet of blood trailing down your chin.

The sight made Alastor go feral, with a guttural growl he removed his tongue from you pushed three fingers inside to take it's place, instantly setting a brutal pace. His mouth turned back to your pearl, sucking it harshly and using his upper fangs to pinch it ever so lightly.

The pleasure, the pain, the sheer ferocity sent you catapulting over the edge; you couldn't help but to let out a blood-curdling scream that a shadow quickly muffled by clamping over your mouth. Your walls squeezed his fingers like a vice, trapping him within you while his tongue soothed your bundle of nerves and helped you ride out your orgasm.

Once your body released his fingers, he brought his thumb up to capture the blood on your jaw. Keeping his eyes on yours, he made a lewd show of licking his fingers clean of your slick and blood.

"My compliments to the chef My Dear!", he chuckled to himself as you caught your breath. He gingerly set you back down on the floor, allowing you to use him for balance as your legs wobbled.

You took a look at the plate, only the glaze eaten,"Well, since you said this shouldn't go to waste I suppose I will finish it." You picked up the plate and a fork, wrapped Alastor's shirt back around yourself, and began trekking towards the staircase.

"And where do you think you are going Mon Cher?"

"Back to your room. I heard you call me an expert meat handler yesterday, figured I should show you just how well I can truly handle my meat", you made a show of pushing your fork into your mouth suggestively, giving him a wink before turning on your heal and taking off.

Alastor stood there dumbfounded for just a second before a smug smirk split his face. With a snap he melted into the shadows to chase after you; a paper fluttering to the countertop to let Charlie know that both chefs would be preoccupied for the day. All he planned to devour this day was you.

Thanks for reading! This was such as fun piece to write, I hope you enjoyed it!

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[skylumen]

no promises. (18+)

pairing : iso x fem!reader

notes : jealous sex, established relationship, possessive!iso, p in v, mostly iso’s pov, not proofread

You promised him.

Or, at least, that was what Iso liked to think.

Usually, both of you would hang out together every night in either your room or his. It was a comforting routine, one that had become almost sacred for Iso.

But tonight, you weren’t coming. Iso went to check your room, just in case you were waiting for him. But it was empty.

He texted you, but there was no response.

Frustration gnawed at him until he decided to search for you himself. Eventually, he found you in the lounge, everyone happy and laughing over stupid jokes with each other. Then there you were, the sweet you, sitting quietly on the couch with that shy smile on your face.

Without him.

To say he was hurt was an understatement. But Iso wouldn’t admit it. He slowly approached, a mask of calm on his face.

“Yo, Iso! Come hang out with us!” Raze called out, raising a can of soda toward him with a cheeky grin.

“Thanks, but I have other plans. With Y/N.” he replied, forcing a soft and friendly smile.

Friendly, huh…

You looked up at him, somewhat confused. Did you forget something?

“Plus, don’t you guys have a briefing with Brimstone? You should hurry before he… explodes in the group chat.”

Jett chimed in, “Shit, you’re right… Ugh, let’s just go, guys.”

The rest immediately left, leaving you and Iso in the lounge room. Jett lingered a bit, glancing at the both of you discreetly before joining the others.

Those two are always together… Can’t even tear them away from each other, she thought.

You were about to ask him what was up, until—

Your eyes widened in surprise, and you stumbled to try and keep up. His grip was hard, almost bruising as he dragged you out of the lounge.

“It hurts—”

“Shut up before I make you.”

You flinched at his harsh tone. His usual calm demeanour was replaced by barely contained anger. He pulled you into his room, only shutting the door behind the two of you before pinning you against the wall.

“Didn’t even bother to check on me, hm? You promised me you’d spend the night with me.”

“I- I was about to go to your room—”

Your sentence was cut off when you saw him roll his eyes, clearly pissed off.

“Was I just supposed to wait around like an idiot? While you were hanging out with everyone else?” Iso said, turning away as his emotions flared.

You shook your head, “N-no, it’s Jett, she suddenly pulled me to the lounge–”

“Aww,” Iso let out a chuckle before continuing.

“That’s bullshit, babe. You could’ve said no.” His voice lowered to a whisper, almost dangerous.

“Always the helpful little mouse, hm?”

You stayed quiet, looking down at your feet, clearly defeated by his words.

He smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. His lips hovered millimetres from your ear as he spoke, his words sending shivers down your spine.

“What should I do to make it clear that you’re mine and mine alone?”

And god, you taste so ethereal.

A glob of warm saliva unexpectedly lands on your wet cunt, making you involuntarily clenched. You arched your back when Iso wrapped his lips around your cunt, his tongue lapping up any juices that flowed out of you as if his life depends on it.

Reduced to a whimpering wreck, tears of rapturous delight cascade over your flushed cheeks.

“Stay still, baby.” his voice muffled on your slit, both of his thumbs currently spreading your dripping lips apart for his selfish indulgence.

“Yuyu… wanna cum…”

Iso gripped on your thighs harder, not letting go as you moaned out his name and grip the mop of hair at the top of his head. Your legs trembled uncontrollably from pleasure, with drool dripping down on the side of your lips.

He admired the way your pussy glistened under the dim light. His thumb lightly played with the sensitive nub, making you whimper under his touch while you were overstimulated.

What a beauty, Iso thought.

He started to undress himself, his eyes were still glued onto your naked body, as if he was memorising every curve of you.

Then, his calloused hands wandered all over your body, greedily fondling your boobs.

“My pretty princess…”

He leaned down, his mouth latched onto a specific spot on your neck, the spot he knew will elicit the most beautiful sound from you.

“Oh ~”

Iso smirked, “You like that, hm?”

He pulled away, sitting on his knees on the bed. His eyes never stray away from your figure, while stroking his cock smothered with pre-cum.

Your eyes locked with his cock, when the realisation hit you. He’s big. You tried to hide your flushed face with a plushie, but Iso snatched it away before you knew it.

“Nuh-uh. Where’s my pretty girl? Gotta keep your eyes on me all night, bao bei.” he said, leaning towards you to give a soft forehead kiss.

You nodded instead, unable to utter coherent words. You reached for his free hand, as if yearning his touch to comfort yourself. Iso intertwined his fingers with yours, whilst settling himself between your spread legs.

Iso felt your gummy walls clenched when he sank into you slowly, careful to not hurt you in the process.

“Fuck…” Iso muttered, the way you were still tight even after he prepared you.

He continued to bury himself deeper, which made you arched your back. Iso pushed you into the bed as his hand settled on your bare stomach, at the same time trying to feel the slight bulge of his cock inside you.

Iso smirked, “Do you feel it, sweetheart? I’m gonna fill you up… full of me.”

Before you could answer, he pushed your knees further to sheath himself deeper into your cunt, which elicited a soft moan from you.

“Yuyu ~!”

Your feet dangled above you as his hard thrusts moved your body back and forth, as if Iso was chasing something.

“Hold on for me, bao bei….”

The sound of skins slapping against each other filled Iso’s room, mixed with moans and whimpers.

Mouth hung open because the only words you could mutter coherently were unintelligible moans and soft whispers of his name.

You could feel it coming.

“Just let it go, bao bei,” Iso muttered, trying to resist his moans that could escape from his own mouth. “I got you.”

He had a soft smile on his face, his hand caressing your blushed cheek. He knew you’re about to cum for the second time, the way your gummy walls gripped around his cock, the way your hazy eyes looked at him, the soft mutterings of his special nickname, Yuyu. He knew.

Your back arched almost painfully when you came undone, your cunt clenching with gushing slick as you squirted all over his bed sheet.

Iso didn’t stop his thrusts, your flailing limbs held down by his stronger body as he brutally fucked you back and forth throughout your orgasm, chasing his own release.

Because your man isn’t finished with you, yet.

(A/N) : yepppp iso has a huge dick its canon riot showed me a picture of it :3

masterlist.

[argumate]

something that is very clear (ha) in historical screenshots is how the '90s consensus on UI design has eroded over the past twenty years, particularly once Steve Jobs was no longer there to hold the line on texture.

for some reason a clear distinction between controls and content is just unappealing to designers, user interface clarity and efficiency be damned, and it's progressively watered down at every turn.

the strange thing is touch screen interfaces if anything need even more clarity due to the lack of "touch" feedback like hover effects and highlighting that mouse interaction can provide, and without this we're left tapping at random bits of glass unsure of whether they're even interactive controls or not.

[obscuretobyfox]

The recent UNDERTALE/DELTARUNE Newsletter revealed a ton of concept art for enemies, done by Splendidland! There's way too much to make individual posts on, so I'll just post all the art with notes here!

"My friend Samanthuel (aka Splendidland) did a ton of concept art for Chapter 2! Sadly I couldn't use all of it because many of the concepts didn't end up aligning with my final vision for the game, but the designs themselves are super amazing! I'm thankful I got to use any of them.

Specifically I really wanted to use the paint enemy as a miniboss, since I thought it would be really fun mechanic.

Below were her notes on all of them! She also provided ideas on how she thought they could be used." - Toby Fox

"I was given the broad theme of "cyber world" and told to pretty much just design whatever I wanted, expecting only a handful to actually make it in. I made all of these within a couple days, just making whatever came to my mind." - Splendidland

(From here on out, all quotes are from Splendidland.)

"01: Hacker Guy (idk what their name is), wants to discover the secrets of the world and has special abilities, though they aren't aware of them. "Hacks" by randomly smashing keys and even swinging their mouse around in the air, could keep escalating in silly ways.

02: Handsome Face...

03: When they stand over a spot that can be "hacked into", their cursor shaped head turns into a pointing finger. They don't notice this change, so it's up to you, the player, to help them."

"04: heheh....

05: Funny Egg, their body contains a virtual pet. Can the fate of this pet be altered? Maybe not... Has an existential crisis if the pet dies, as their body is a battleground of life and death.

06 :Broken Image, their life is in ruins

07: Recycle Bin

08: Trash Fly, represents uncollected "garbage data"

09: Kiss-kiss"

"10: Painter, would basically be like Adeleine but with crude ms paint effects, especially the airbrush."

"11: Diskette, spins in place until talked to. "despite my looks, i am totally unable to save your progress"

"12: some kind of "internet" thing idk

13: "Data", little icon like creatures who march onwards with unknown purpose. they take part in the festival."

"14: Popup. hides underneath a tile and springs upwards annoyingly. touching its forehead makes it return underground temporarily. a pest."

"15: Virus, its head sways back and forth as it tries to hover in the air."

"16:Anti Virus, is it a cop or a doctor? maybe they see you as an enemy as you're an "outsider"?

17:Corrupted data or something"

"18:"Cyber World", a rough vision of what a world inside a computer could look like

19:Cyber House"

"20: Masked Dancers, they participate in the festival, each colour has a different movement pattern and dance style. very rough concept" Which one is your favorite? Mine is probably the tiny data creatures!

[lmaonade]

i hate you online website automatic drastic hover effects. i hate you hiding my mouse in the margins of things so that things aren't flashing like crazy as i scroll. i hate you fullscreen hard to navigate web design

[jasontoddscrowbars]

Bones: I can feel it, you know. How bad it hurts. How lonely you feel inside.

Spock: I would recommend, Doctor, that you stay out of my head. It could lead to unwanted situations for you. Dangerous ones.

Bones pressed his palm against Spock’s cheek as they hid away in the medbay late at night. It was some point between Spock having regained his memories and Bones refusing to let them go. As Bones desperately searched into those brown eyes for any hint of what that mind was really thinking he only found emptiness.

Disappointed, he lowered his head setting it against Spock’s chin nuzzling it down. Spock rested his hand on his back knowing enough customs to give solace on the form of a hug.

Bones laughed in sort of hysterical way then.

Bones: dangerous, you say? Would it be the lingering side effects from the mindmeld that’d do me in? Or you being connected to me, and the haunting memories you have suppressed deep down that you don’t want to share?

As Spock didn’t answer, Bones only burrowed deeper into him. Used his collar as a snot rag for his dripping nose. Spock knew it but he didn’t mind. There’s something interesting to him about this moment, no, interesting wasn’t the right word.

He felt something, felt unusual, weird. Warmth, from Bones as it radiated from his body into his own. His heart was fluttering, pounding, he considered he was having some sort of cardiac attack but he some reason couldn’t put any two and two together because all he could do was think about the smallness between his arms.

How fragile the man was who was crying for him.

Bones: you know, I didn’t mean I could feel how bad you felt being lonely.

Bones licked his lips.

Bones: I meant I know how it feels. I was being empathetic… because I feel lonely too. It’s why I hate space so much. Being so lonely. All of these people you don’t know on these planets that you’ll never see again. I’ve just got Jim…

Bones let his head fall back. His eyes were red, so puffy and swollen. Spock felt that twinge in his heart but this time it dropped. Bones looked like a cute little mouse as he sniffled. Spock couldn’t help but near and check in on him. Make sure he was breathing properly, he wasn’t straining himself or anything worse.

Bones: and you.

Spock froze. He was hovered a breaths width from Bones lips. What was he doing?

Why wasn’t he kissing him?

Spock aggressively met Bones’s lips. Was rewarded with a moan from the man and tilted him back with a more eager motion as he moved in for another while catching his waist. Bones accepted it back all too willingly. Eventually they had to part for air.

Spock stared down at the smaller man who was rosy as he panted in a daze. It might be the first time he was quiet.

Spock: and I, Doctor, had been warning you that it was dangerous, not for your health. But because I’d become possessive.

Bones, sneering: well it’s a good thing I like you.

Spock, raising a brow: oh?

Bones took his face kissing him again but in a more soft and gentle manner.

Bones: shut up or I’ll take it all back.

[days-until-burnout]

Brian and Impulse playing Minecraft with each other but can't focus on the game because GAY 💅

📧 Day 112 -

Characters - Impulse/Grian ft. Joel, Jimmy, and background Words - 706 Time - 45 mins Content - Modern AU

impulseSV joined the game

Grian stares at the chat, hands frozen, hovering over his keyboard and mouse. The voices coming from his headphones become white noise, his vision tunneling to the words; more specifically, the name.

<Smallishbeans> o/ <impulseSV> o/ <SolidarityGaming> hi :D <SolidarityGaming> do you need us to find you? <Tango> nope! <Tango> he’s ours! <Etho> yep yep <Smallishbeans> i am going to kick you out! <Etho> can you not ^_^ <Smallishbeans> >:p

Grian watches the messages fill up the corner of his screen, suddenly having an out of body experience. Then his heart is pounding, then his ears are ringing with the laughter of Joel and Jimmy, and his hands begin to shake where they are. He goes lightheaded when he stops breathing.

“G, you’ve gone quiet,” Jimmy laughs, too giddy to be mocking. 

Joel, on the other hand, cackles maliciously; that is Grian’s answer to why this is happening. Still, Grian has never wanted to strangle him more than when he speaks again. 

“Come on, Grian. Let’s go say hi. I need to kill Etho too.”

Jimmy laughs. 

Skizzleman blew up by creeper <GeminiTay> SKIZZ!!!! <Smallishbeans> lol <GeminiTay> don’t laugh!!! <Skizzleman> stupid creeper!!! <Smallishbeans> do you have your spawn <Smallishbeans> nvm <Smallishbeans> walk <GeminiTay> rude <Etho> rude <Etho> jinx <GeminiTay> shut up etho!!!

Grian blinks, startled, when his screen flashes. He finds himself in the middle of the forest, Joel and Jimmy walking circles around him, still laughing right into his head. Jimmy crouches in front of him, and other times, he would have punched him out of the way, but he is still frozen on the spot. In response, Joel punches him along, whining about him not moving. 

He stutters, the bare minimum sound making both of them shut up, “Wh– Why… When? How…? Why?”

“Well,” Joel starts, giggling. Grian sees Joel’s character running ahead, his own jumping to him in flashes. “I invited Etho way back when, because you know. And then Tango, because I felt bad because Etho is a nerd. And then Gem, so we can kill Etho twice as effectively. Then—”

“You wanted to spend time with him,” Jimmy cuts in, punching Joel to shut him up. He screeches when Joel gets his axe, critting him once. “Stop! Joel, stop! I’m almost dead! Joel—So we– So Joel brought him over!”

“Say sorry,” Joel demands, critting Jimmy again with his fist. 

“Get away!” 

Grian cringes when Jimmy starts screaming, not even getting relief when he runs away. Joel chases, of course, but their voices stay on his ears. 

His screen flashes a couple more times, until they find an opening. 

<Smallishbeans> eefo <Smallishbean> where are you <Etho> don’t :< <Smallishbeans> community service! Etho was doomed to fall TangoTek was doomed to fall SolidarityGaming was doomed to fall <Smallishbeans> where are you gem Skizzleman was doomed to fall <Smallishbeans> hi gem :D <GeminiTay> hi :D

Gem appears on screen for a brief moment, then she vanishes. Joel follows after, and Grian’s vision blurs where he stands. He drags his hands from his table, just staring at the screen until a figure sneaks into his field of vision. 

impulseSV whispers to you: hi grian :) 

This cannot be happening. 

He stares, then stares some more as Impulse's character sneaks closer, that simple face getting closer and closer until it nearly fills his screen. Very relevant, actually, because Impulse very much takes up plenty of space in his head. 

impulseSV whispers to you: are you okay? impulseSV whispers to you: can you show me around? if you are not doing anything, but if you are, can we schedule for another time? :) Smallishbeans whispers to you: you are such a loser GeminiTay whispers to you: don’t just stand there!!!

He can still hear Joel’s cackles, and he can visually see Gem shaking her head. In between deaths and teleporting, Jimmy and Joel must have jumped to another voice channel. Though he cannot tab out to check, he does not need the confirmation either way; so he focuses on what is in front of him. 

With shaky hands, he finally manages a message.

You whispers to impulseSV: i have time now 

And his heart nearly leaps out of his chest. 

impulseSV whispers to you: thank you :)

_____

fgyfsyghua i was going to write more, but i spent half a day laying down staring at the ceiling. so now, just going for something safe, aka a request

[click for a random day]

[thru-the-grapevine]

[3:12 AM] The bed feels more spacious than it ought to.

You crack open an eye and glance at the other side of the bed. Empty. Your mostly-asleep gaze wanders to the clock on the far nightstand; after 3 in the morning. You let your eye close again, drifting comfortably for a while in the fog of half-consciousness. And then you roll over and sit up, stumbling slowly to your feet.

A faint bluish glow emanates from the other end of the hall. When you pad into the living room, you see Chris exactly where you’d left him hours ago. Hunched at his desk, headphones on, clicking every now and then, staring at Cubase and several instrument mixers.

He startles momentarily when you drape your arms over his shoulders. He relaxes and pulls the headphones down, tapping the spacebar to pause the music.

You kiss the top of his head. “How’s it looking?”

“Better,” Chris hums, lifting his free hand and rubbing your arm. “Fixed that annoying buzzing sound.”

You hum, resting your cheek against his hair, looking at the dual monitors. “Can I hear?”

“’Course,” he says, and you can hear the pleased grin in his voice. That’s his favorite request you can make of him.

He unplugs the headphones and fiddles with the knobs on his volume box, clicks around and then taps the spacebar again.

He’s right; the buzzing noise that had hovered persistently in the corners of the track is gone. He’s nuanced the vocal effects, as well, softened the pitch corrector, and you smile, fond of how sincere his voice sounds.

“’S pretty,” you murmur, humming at a new instrument that hadn’t been there before.

“It’s closer,” he admits, not fully accepting the compliment.

You’re too sleepy to push back, make him accept the praise, so you merely bury your face in his hair.

“You should get some sleep, like I said,” Chris tells you, voice tinged with concern.

He had told you to do that…four hours ago.

You snort. “Love. Check the time.”

“Hm?” You feel his head tilt, watch his mouse slide to the bottom corner of the screen to the clock. “…Oh.”

“Was sleeping,” you say, watching his mouse trail back up over Cubase, deliberating. “’N then I woke up with too much space ‘n not enough warm.”

He hums in acknowledgment, the noise tinged with guilt.

You kiss the top of his head again. “…Please?”

He sighs, leaning his head back against your shoulder.

“You at a good stopping point?” You ask, knowing too well what his next argument will be.

He sighs again quietly, a sound of concession. “I never am…but this will do.”

You grin and give him an encouraging squeeze as he presses save three times on each software.

“Bet you’ll knock it out of the park once your brain is fresh,” you tell him as he shuts the computer down.

“And once the headache passes,” he says, pressing the heel of one hand to his eye and rubbing as he rolls the chair back.

You frown, leaning back to let him stand and stretch. “You’ve been working with a headache?”

“Just hints of one,” he insists, waving it away as he relaxes out of the stretch. “Probably eye strain.”

You give him a look. “You know, that might not happen if you’d just wear your glasses.”

It’s a lost cause and you both know it. He snorts, then gets a better look at you and smiles.

“Your hair’s cute,” he says, lifting a hand to your head and ruffling.

You scrunch your face up in protest. “’S bedhead, Chris.”

“And it’s cute,” he insists, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Bedtime?”

“Past bedtime,” you say, giving him a stern look when he leans back. “Long, long past.”

“Hmm,” he says, studying your face and smiling in that goopy-eyed way that you know means he’s barely listening. You roll your eyes.

He lets you take his hand and guide him back down the hall, lets you procure pajamas for him while he talks through what else he wants to do in the song, lets you help him change as he explains.

“Just want the feeling of the song to be right when you hear it, even without lyrics,” he says as you help pull on the pajama shirt.

“People will know,” you tell him, patting his shoulder and taking his hand again, guiding him to bed. “I can feel it when I hear it.”

“But what if that’s just you?” He frets, lying back and getting comfortable, drawing up the covers. “What if you just know me?”

You burrow under the covers and lay your head on his chest, wrapping an arm around him. “I do know you. But that’s not why I felt it.”

“But how do you know for sure?” He asks, his hand back in your hair, stroking softly.

You prop your chin up on his chest and look at him. “Babe. You’re not capable of making dishonest or disingenuous music. Your heart’s all the way out there in every little detail.”

He looks at you for a long moment, fingers slow and gentle in your hair. Eventually he lifts his hand and rests the pad of his forefinger on the tip of your nose.

“I like you so much,” he murmurs.

An embarrassed grin sweeps over your face. You nestle your face into his chest vigorously, and he laughs.

“Like you too,” you hum, sandwiching one of his legs between yours and snuggling in. “I’m also right.”

“Hope so,” he murmurs, and then his arm curls comfortably around you. “Go back to sleep.”

“You sleep, you need it more,” you mumble, and he chuckles.

“I’ll sleep well with my weighted blanket,” he teases you, hand squeezing your side reassuringly.

You grin and press a kiss to his chest. “Not as well as I’ll sleep with my body pillow.”

“You’re on,” he whispers, and you’re out like a light before a full minute passes.

Admin Ellie’s Masterlist

[techno-rat]

wildly oscillating between This Is So Fucking Stupid (negative) and This Is So Fucking Stupid (positive)

still winning btw

[pinkofatom]

An irresistible offer

Cassandra put her glasses down on the wooden desk. She tried to alleviate a headache by pinching her nose. Again this insistent company sent an offer. HEXBIM. The name elicited a huff of annoyance. Red hair fell freely as Cassandra rolled her neck. The constant pressure of non-stop messages built up uncomfortable tension.

How dare these corporate drones thought she needed their help. Cassandra became a successful therapist on her own merits. Yes her methods were unconventional — and light on prescriptions. But every single person that reached out for help, left only satisfied.

Bing! Another offer filled her mailbox. Bleary-eyed the therapist read the topic. Letters swam in front of her eyes. Rubbing her eyes Cassandra put on her glasses. With a sigh she opened the cursed message. Maybe if she gave a scathing answer they would finally cease.

Dear Cassandra,

We are HEXBIM, a company specializing in cutting edge technologies, dedicated to helping people reach their full potential.

We recently became aware of your exceptional therapeutic practice. After much consideration, we have decided to adjust our sponsorship proposal to suit your unique requirements and ensure it meets your needs.

The font made the letters dance. Cassandra had to reread it a few times. It did not help her headache. But — she had to admit — it sounded good. Shaking her head the redhead continued.

We are proud of the exceptional success rates our sponsored therapists have achieved, with 100% client satisfaction guaranteed.

By accepting this proposal, you'll receive top-of-the-line technology and cutting-edge therapeutic techniques, ensuring your clients experience transformative results like never before.

Cassandra's eyebrow rose. This sounded far too good. And tailored to her. A twinge of worry curled inside her. However the redhead couldn't stop.

To prove our expertise we have included a simple sample in form of a program.

Please inform us of its effectiveness and of your agreement.

Best regards,

Annika, HEXBIM Connect

Cassandra let out an undignified snort. Did they think she was stupid enough to fall for such bait. Her long fingers moved over the touch pad. Cassandra was going to write them an answer they wouldn't forget. Her mouse pointer hovered over the file. This headache killed her.

Cassandra clicked it. And a new program popped open.

Soothing music filled the office. It made the redhead relax. Her eyes grew heavy and Cassandra's head nodded forward.

A flash of light made her flinch. A simple image of concentric circles appeared on the screen. The colors moved in waves.

Relaxation spread through the redhead's body. Her mouth grew slack and drool collected on her tongue. A single drop escaped Cassandra's lips and landed on her blouse.

Another wave of sounds assaulted the redhead. They mixed with the pain. She felt a strange, unbidden need to keep staring. Her mind tumbled towards it, her focus narrowing as all other thoughts fell away.

Cassandra tried to tear her gaze from it. She tried to move her hands. To close her eyes. But all she managed to do was let out a soft whimper. It felt like something had a hold of her mind. She sagged into her chair.

The redhead felt helpless, her mind trapped within an inescapable web. With each futile effort to free herself, her willpower waned. The music, the light... they seeped into her mind. Every note, every flicker of the colors seemed designed to chip away at her resolve, ensnaring her in their hypnotic grip. Panic surged within Cassandra as she realized the true extent of her peril.

And then a voice came through. It cut through her thoughts like a hot knife, making the therapist whimper.

"I know it feels bad." Cassandra whined.

"Your head is a mess of worries. You feel powerless, unable to help." Her hands clenched the desk. Her knuckles grew white. Cassandra's face contorted.

"But that ends here." A soft gasp escaped the therapist's lips. It was true! All those thoughts that swirled through her head, all that stress. She couldn't stop herself. Tears fell down Cassandra's cheeks and the redhead sobbed in relief.

"HEXBIM has the solution." Cassandra felt the tension and worry drain. "All you have to do is accept." Her face lit up.

"And that's all." She sagged back in her seat. Cassandra felt... relaxed, almost. The redhead felt so light, like she could fly. A soft moan of bliss fell from her parted lips.

"Your clients will become happier, better. They will transform into perfect versions of themselves." Cassandra smiled. "Drones owned by HEXBIM." Her smile became an expression of utter happiness. "And all you have to do is guide them." She felt such an urge to help.

"Open your mind." Her thoughts slowed to a crawl. Cassandra couldn't form a cohesive thought if her life depended on it.

"Listen." She did, listening to the soft music and the dulcet tone. "Watch." The redhead stared into the shifting colors, her eyes growing wide.

"And learn."

🌀🌀🌀

Cassandra let out a long moan. She was in the back of her clinic. Strapped into reclining chairs rested her receptionist and assistant. VR-headsets obscured their faces. The redhead remembered the instructions from that message. Cassandra was going to guide them to become better versions of themselves. To transform into drones for HEXBIM.

Another shiver ran down the redhead's back. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips. It felt right, she knew that this was the correct way to help — the only way to help. In response to her thoughts the tight latex uniform buzzed. Vibrations danced over her sensitive skin. A gasp of delight and lust escaped the redhead. Her head nodded forward as she enjoyed her obedience.

Cassandra had to make sure her assistants would be transformed properly. That they would reach their full potential and become the best versions of themselves — perfect, happy drones for HEXBIM.

Her long fingers flew over the controls and a soft moan of pleasure escaped her lips. The two bound women followed suit. It made Cassandra's nipples harden as a shiver ran down her spine. Her clit throbbed in time with her heartbeat.

The redhead bit down on her lips, a faint moan escaped anyway. She had to focus on the task. Cassandra was going to transform them into HEXBIM drones.

The redhead's fingers flew across the keyboard as she made the necessary adjustments. The buzzing and humming of machinery filled the air, adding to the already electrifying atmosphere. She still remembered the delicious drones that installed them. Encased completely in glossy latex. Cassandra imagined her future patients inside such uniforms. The redhead licked her lips at the mental image.

A sting returned the therapist's focus back to her employees. Cassandra felt a wave of bliss and obedience crash into her. It was a reminder of how much easier life was now. How she didn't have to think for herself. The redhead just had to do what HEXBIM wanted. And in return the redhead experienced this amazing pleasure and bliss.

Cassandra concentrated on the task. Her hands danced over the keyboard. She could see their minds being rewired, transformed. Their previous lives erased. All of their wants, dreams and aspirations. The therapist had no doubt that her assistants were experiencing the same euphoric sensations she had.

A warm hug that caressed their minds, slowly replacing their individuality with uniformity. They would lose all of that pesky, annoying willpower. In their place Cassandra knew that they would gain the drive to become the best version of themselves. The willpower to become perfect HEXBIM drones.

And once finished all of them would continue with bringing the freedom of thought to all patients.

[sadcambion]

They'll be all you remember.

Raphaël x f!Tav (reader) x Haarlep

TW: Questionable consent (The reader is under substance), rough sex

You were in a large luxurious red four-poster bed. Your mind was fuzzy, you remembered nothing. Your pussy was hot, sore, a warm, creamy substance flowed between your legs.

The little mouse, wanting to outsmart the cat, went to the fox. But the fox was not what he claimed to be.

And whatever you wanted to do when you came here, you seemed to have failed miserably.

You were nothing but a sex-hungry thing, seeking to be defiled. Haarlep’s voice spoke triumphantly, a smirk on the face. He was lying on the bed next to your amorphous form on the bed.

"Well, I wonder what face Raphael will make when he sees his little mouse here, so desperate…"

You don’t know who you are. You don’t know what this place is. You don’t know anything. Haarlep has poisoned your mind, his saliva has a phenomenal effect on you. Your misty eyes faintly rise towards his. You’ve been used so much in the last few hours...

"Raphael? Who is he?"

The smile of the incubus grows. He seems to delight to see you in this pitiful state.

"You know him pretty well, little mouse."

This nickname awakens something in you, but your mind in limbo is not able to remember … A shiver runs through your spine.

"I do not remember…"

Your body, still trembly , is trying softly to get closer to the incubus. It seems that he was not dead-handed with his aphrodisiac… He stops you, his claws gently sticking into the soft skin of your wrist.

"He’ll be here any second, sweetie, you better keep some for him… he’s very possessive with you, you know."

Another chill runs through your body, you’re so exposed and vulnerable, oozing from Haarlep’s seed. Obviously, you are not aware of the danger, the risks. You’re just a cock-thirsty thing and your body is hot with desire despite your exhaustion. You don’t protest when Haarlep stops you.

Somewhere in your mind you try to remember your name, you also try to remember who Raphael is. But nothing, your head is like an empty shell.

A man arrives, his complexion is tanned, his eyes brown, brown hair, he is dressed richly. He looks at you raising an eyebrow, the rest of his expression was indecipherable when seeing you in this bed, naked with his incubus, completely ravaged. He approaches, his calm steps betrayed no emotions. He looks at Haarlep, his eyes fixed on you.

"What’s she doing here?"

He was looking at you, his eyes slightly surprised masked by his neutral expression. This thing… It wasn’t Tav, it wasn’t you.

Haarlep is smirking as you look at the two men, you are lost in the wave in your spirit.

"Our little thief seems to have failed..."

He frowns. Of course, what else would you do here? You had nothing to do here. He is both mad with rage when hearing that you had come to him to steal his hammer and also mad with rage that you fell into the claws of Haarlep. Nevertheless, he will use this to his advantage. He looks at you, you perceive a mad anger in his eyes but also regret. You do not understand. Who is this man? Why is he looking at you like this? Raphael speaks slowly, calmly, despite the rage that is boiling in him.

"I never thought you’d fall so low, Tav."

"I don’t understand, what have I done?"

You look up at the man, seemingly indifferent to being naked in front of him, full of incubus sperm. Haarlep observes in silence, contemplating your rather wide hips and your bouncy buttocks. 

You don’t remember anything, but something in your mind, something far away screams to you that this situation is not normal, that you shouldn’t like it. Raphael look hardly Haarlep.

"Why did you drug her?"

Haarlep smiles, it’s a bit provocative considering the sharp look of Raphael. The incubus sigh before leaning towards you, his lips hovering over yours.

"Master... isn’t it better when she’s totally malleable? So eager..."

He speaks softly, his voice being lewd. He crushes his lips on yours, all in front of his master. It makes its tongue penetrate into your mouth, its saliva sending you again tingling in the lower abdomen. You kiss him greedily, lost in the throes of pleasure. He drugs you a little more every second of the kiss... His tongue plays with yours.

He finally retreats, before looking at Raphael.

"See? Isn’t that better? She wants more..."

Raphael looks at the contemptuous creature who has just kissed his little mouse while undressing gently. It is clear that his intentions are just as sinful as those of Haarlep. You feel like you’re going crazy wet when you see that man you can’t remember, naked. The devil smiles wickedly looking at your quivering body of desir. You have nothing of that woman he respected. You just looked like a whore.

It takes its shape of cambion before your misty eyes, empty of all emotion, except excitement. He climbs on the bed, his hands touching your throat and breasts. Your red nipples have been hard for so long. Raphael seems to think at something.

"Mh.. When she is fully conscious, she will face her actions. But while waiting..."

He smiled ominously, his two hands pressing your breasts as you begin to moan, they were sensitive and painful because of the many solicitations of Haarlep.

"While waiting why not enjoy what I have at hand... That’s the least you can do, isn’t it, little mouse?"

Again this nickname... But you are too in the mist to raise the threat of his words. You don’t remember him, but he seems less fun than Haarlep. He seems more sneaky, more sinister. More... Diabolical.

Once again, your mind is screaming that nothing like this is normal.

"I did nothing. No?"

He laughs insidiously before turning you on your stomach, your soft body can do nothing to prevent it, and anyway you don’t want it, you want it, you want to be soiled by his demonic sperm, you want to feel his cock spread yours walls to their limits. He raises your hips, your ass in the air, fully exposed. Your pussy drips on the sheets.

"Oh, trust me, when I’m done having fun with you, you’ll remember..."

At the same time Haarlep who obviously hasn’t had enough of you is kneeling in front of your face, his length again hard, proudly erect.

Raphael positions himself behind you, the tip of his sex against your hole already mistreated and degoulinant of your juice and that of the incubus. You moan weakly at the sensation, Words try to come out of your mouth but Haarlep does not wait and pushes his cock in, making you silent.

You tighten the sheets under you, on your knees. Raphael also seems to be tired of being patient and he enters you in a hard and deep push by seizing your hips. Most of your screams are muffled against the cock of the incubus and unlike Raphael’s sloppy and angry blows, Haarlep is sweeter, at least, as much as he can be.

You feel the hard length of the devil entering deep within you. Your walls already dirty and already irritated because of the previous assaults tighten as a protest but given your muffled moaning and your buttocks which rise even more to allow him to take you deeply, it is clear that you want that. Your empty, drugged mind wants this. 

It violently hits your cervix and you almost bite Haarlep, the sensation makes you crazy. You can hear the cambion giggling behind you as the incubus grabs your hair hard, pumping his cock further down your throat. Haarlep speaks softly, between some moaning.

"Don’t bite, keep being a good girl for me..."

At the same time, the devil whose wings cast a sinister shadow on your naked and mistreated body plunders you relentlessly, hitting your collar to hurt you. It’s too deep, too strong, and you can smell it despite Haarlep’s aphrodisiac saliva.

The incubus holds your hair firmly and a trickle of saliva flows down your chin.

In the midst of the two evil creatures, you look like a wreck.

Your body trembles and almost begins to convulse, you can no longer, your body is hot. You are overstimulated on all sides and struggling.. And yet you still want it. Your hand slips between your legs to start rubbing your clitoris. Raphael firmly grasps your wrist, stopping you as you feel his cock throbbing in your warm walls, it is still against your cervix...

"You are really insatiable..."

He forcefully tightens your wrist with one hand and you feel that it will leave you bruises. At the sight of Haarlep’s soft moaning he also seems close, the tip of her sex rubbing your throat. Your throat hurts you. Your pussy too. You hear Raphael panting from time to time.

You feel them filling you simultaneously. Raphael’s burning seed was landing directly in your womb already so full because of Haarlep. Your orgasm strikes at the same time, imprisoning his cock in you, tears of pleasure bead at the corner of your eyes and Haarlep firmly holds your head, forcing you to swallow his precious seed while he ends up grunting.

Haarlep retreats, his body still quivering slightly while Raphael remains anchored deep inside you. His clawed hand goes through your messy hair, almost affectionately despite the circumstances and his hoarse voice is full of dark promises, you will not get away with it.

"Enjoy my dear, the rest will not be as pleasant..."

No, you shouldn’t like it, it’s wrong, so wrong, and yet... you find yourself wanting to be the whore of the devil and Haarlep.

[taintandviolent]

Hide & Seek - jpm x reader!

summary: You check into the Hotel Cortez for a little R&R, only to have nightmares. Some of which, are real. Run, little mouse.

warnings & word count: 3.4K! James being James, hide and seek elements, chasing, hunting, implications of murder/death.

a/n: this was a quick drabble that got longer. sorry that there’s no smut, I’m unwell enough that James chasing me is arousing enough. idea/requested by @garykingz

full fic under cut! ↓ / ao3 link here! /

On an impromptu vacation, you were going to be in Los Angeles for a week - visiting a friend for a few days. In truth, you'd taken the opportunity to get away from the humdrum of work for a little longer, wanting a relaxing escape from the drab nine to five lifestyle that you lived day in and day out. Initially, you'd picked the Hotel Cortez for its lower than usual rates, but were also charmed by its lavish interiors and intriguing history.

You'd checked in when it was sunny - a delicate, warm breeze floated through the Los Angeles streets, which was a stark difference once you got inside the doors; there was a damp chill that made your skin prickle. You chalked it up to bad air conditioning and made small talk about the weather with the lady who kindly took one of your bags. The rooms were outdated, but still possessed some charm. The lady, her name was Iris, had informed you that some of the rooms had been remodeled; this wasn't one of them.

You'd spent most of the night lazily unpacking, nursing a bottle of cheap champagne that you called up from room service. You'd called your friend, excitedly discussing the details of tomorrow's brunch at around 8 PM. When you'd finally fallen asleep, it was half past midnight and you weren't sure how long you'd slept before the horrible dreams started.

First, a haggard looking woman sat at the edge of your bed, her head in her hands as she sobbed hysterically. Though you tried desperately to comfort her, she shoved you off, muttering something about never getting out. After that, you tossed and turned, jostling that nightmare into something else. A man sewed into a mattress, gurgling and screaming for help as his body decayed, his slippery, slimy limbs clawing at the fibers, and women stood at the edge of your bed, covered in blood and laughing, angrily hissing words you didn't understand, judging you in their native tongue. The final dream was the worst, despite the unsettling nature of the last few, it was the most vivid, and the one that made your heart rate skyrocket.

Someone else was in your room with malicious intentions, watching you silently as you slept. Their inviting, persuasive energy drew you closer to them, scooting towards the edge of the bed. Your face contorted painfully in your sleep, head swishing back and forth on the pillow, sweat dotting your exposed skin.

James stood above you, watching you as frightening, troublesome visions plagued your subconscious and tormented your physical form. The Cortez effect still reigned supreme - good . Nobody slept well in these rooms unless he permitted it. And you... you, with all of your beauty, were thrashing about like a child. You were delightful, exquisite... everything he wanted in a victim. Skin flushed with fear, hair splayed out on the pillow in delicate locks. Your features, though you weren't, were vintage and reminded him of some of his favourite past kills. He leaned forward, hands reaching out your perfect, slender neck.

Cold, unsettling fingertips ghosted along the nape of your neck and you flinched away, throwing your leg from underneath the covers. When a hand came down on your mouth, your heavy lids snapped open. It wasn't a dream. A man - a very well-dressed man - hovered above you, his cool hand pressing against your lips, prepped for and successfully muffling the oncoming scream. Now realizing that you were awake, lightning fast, both arms wrapped around you, coiling around you like a snake and pulling you from your warm sheets. You let out a boisterous shriek and, surprising even yourself, wrestled free, throwing yourself back against the mattress. You climbed atop of it, standing higher than he was.

His hands slipped along the satin of your nightgown as you wrenched yourself from his arms; what a sly little thing you were . Your sudden departure from his grip surprised James, and unbeknownst to you, the element of surprise was deeply arousing to him. Ah, he’d picked a good one, yet again…. 

You let out a desperate yelp, tucking yourself into the corner where the walls met. “Get away from me! What the FUCK are you doing in my room?!”

“Ah, what a rarity you are! So lively!” His stance was challenging, anticipating your next move.

Your eyes peeled away from him for a split second, just to judge the distance between you and the door. It wasn’t far, not at all. Certainly, close enough that you could make it… with enough speed…. 

You decided to go for it; with a final breath and a desperate exertion of muscle, you leapt off the bed and charged towards the door, nearly collapsing against it. With fingers trembling, you threw the chain from its casing and unlatched the deadbolt before throwing the door open - running out so quickly that you almost stumbled into the barren hallway. Adrenaline coursing through your veins, you opened your mouth to let out a shrill scream, in hopes that someone, anyone, would hear you.

“Run, run, run!” From behind you, came his elated tone as he watched you bolt out the door, barefoot and clad in your silky, lacy nightgown. His joviality was disconcerting, to say the least.

It had been so long since he'd gotten his jollies with a good old fashioned chase. Nowadays, people were dull, heavy buffoons whose logic had diminished like their will to live, they possessed no natural instincts to hide, only scream and fall to the floor, flopping about like a dead fish. Naturally, he could’ve ended the game quickly, materializing in front of you and taking you into his arms at once. But there was hardly any sport, any fun in that idea…. 

So, he let you run. He let you run down the long hallway, shrieking for help. The door clicked shut, and through it, he heard your voice crack as you yelled, beating futilely on the door of some unsuspecting guest. Of course, no one would come to your aid. Everyone minded their own business in this hotel, and naturally no one would open the door to a screaming madwoman.

You tried the handle of a door. Locked. Fuck . You tried the one next to it, only to find it locked too. Shit. You took off down the hallway again, your bare feet padding against the ornately woven carpets. You hadn’t heard the door open, but didn’t want to waste any more time trying locked doors, so instead, you rounded the corner, finding that it looked just like the hallway from where you’d just come. The doors lined each side of you, seeming to go on forever. How people didn’t get lost in these god-forsaken hallways was beyond you; you nearly had when you checked in. Where was everybody? Was the hotel empty? Full?

You looked both ways and took off again, your muscles begging for relief as you ran to the left; the few moments of standing weren’t enough to soothe your aching legs. The fire burned your muscles as you ran, terror building in your stomach. You thought you heard the echo of his voice behind you…. But when you turned, there was nothing – nothing but doors. 

“Jesus christ,” you whimpered, tears welling up. No. Now’s not the time to cry, suck it up.

You sniffed hard, silencing the sobs. You looked at the neverending doors, and still trembling, you tried the handle of the one nearest you. To your surprise, it turned freely. You snuck in, making sure to shut the door quietly behind you -- no more than a click of the latch.

The armoire seemed too obvious and easy of a hiding place, so you opted to crawl underneath one of the beds, albeit also obvious. The carpet smelled old, and there was a sliver of viewing space underneath the bedskirt. Watching the door with terrified eyes, you pressed your fingers into your mouth hard, silencing any breaths. The door opened moments later, and his polished shoes could be seen.

James knew you'd gone in here. He'd heard you. But where you went remained to be seen. He'd check the usual places; in hopes of finding his little escapist. His shoes moved around the bed, and you held your breath, closing your eyes. Perhaps this had been a stupid decision...

“Come out, come out wherever you are! There's nowhere to run where I won't find you!" His voice reverberated in the bathroom and your eyes snapped open, in relief. He whipped away the shower curtain, the shower rings clattering loudly on the metal pole. He peered inside. Empty. Drat.  

Knowing he was momentarily occupied, you took that opportunity to crawl out from underneath the bed and run to the door, opening it as silently as possible. There was no doubt that he'd heard you again, as his footsteps clicked quickly on the tile. Directly opposite from you, there was a door without a placard, without a number. You raced across the small hallway, your breath coming from your mouth in delicate little pants. A few seconds passed as you stared at it, as though you were trying to view what was behind it. A potential option…

Nervously, you swallowed and leaned forward, trying the handle. To your delight; it gave way. Tentatively, you stuck your head inside; It was an unwelcoming empty room, nothing but cold, bare bricks inside. A strange, square shaped room that was too long to be a broom closet, but not wide enough to be a guest’s room. It looked like it ran parallel to the rest of the rooms, it too went on forever. A terrifying, bleak, unfinished hallway.

“Ahh, my little buttercup! Where have you run off to? I know this hotel like the back of my hand!. Afterall, I built it!”

Though slightly muffled, his syrupy, crooning voice was loud enough that it still bounced off the walls, seeming to come from all directions. Watching old films ardently, the Transatlantic accent was one that you found attractive usually, with its refined over-pronunciation, but this… you never pictured this scenario. Never pictured it to be…

Your head snapped in the direction from whence you’d come. The handle turned, which prompted you to shimmy inside, quietly shutting the door behind you. You were submerged in darkness and an odd moistness that made your nose itch. Wherever you were hadn't been utilized by anyone in a long time. A long, long time.

“...fuck…!” you hissed through clenched teeth. “...fuck, what do I do now ?” 

If you weren’t going to die at the hands of that man, you were going to die in this bizarre, desolate hallway, starved to death, sealed away to decay like some forgotten wax figure. Pinpricks of darkness took over your vision, and you could do nothing but blindly feel your way down the hall, stepping carefully as you did, arms out in front of you to protect against any obstacles.

The floor was dusty, you could feel your warm skin picking up particles as you walked. You didn't hear him though, so he'd chosen another direction. At least, you hoped.

Your hands flattened against a surface that differed from the walls. It didn't feel like brick, it felt like another type of wood; there was bevelling on the sides. Your hands bumped into a handle, which you twisted, pushing forward. It gave with a little push and you came face first with a hotel room - one that looked similarly to your own.

It wasn't empty; a stout woman in a modest maid outfit was bent over the bed, meticulously smoothing every crease from the top sheet. She paid you no mind, though she'd surely had to have heard you open the door; the hinges desperately needed oiled.

You took a step forward. Hesitantly. "E-excuse me? Ma'am?" 

No response from her. What the fuck was going on in this hotel? People dressed like they were from another time, ignoring desperate screams of peril...

“Please,” you panted, frustrated. “You have to help me. Hide me. There’s… there’s a man after me. He’s –” 

Acting almost startled, she straightened up from the bed, and turned to you, waving her hands as though you were speaking too loudly. “Shhhush, shush, it’s alright, dear. Do stop breathing in such a way, you’re going to hyperventilate!” 

You swallowed, wetting your dry mouth. “I’m… I’m sorry. I just, he’s… there’s a man… he tried to- to....” You scrambled. A phone. There was a phone on the table behind her. To call the police. Yes. That. Perfect. “Just let me use the phone and I'll -"

In a fluid, determinate motion, she stepped in front of the small table, blocking you from the phone. Your eyes narrowed, brows furrowing. She was too calm. Something was off about her demeanor as she dutifully approached you, hands clasped together, wringing them, and it made your teeth chatter. A small, but devious smile curled around her rouged lips.

“N-no, what're you doing....?” 

The door to your left opened abruptly. The man exhaled as he burst through it, tying an apron behind his back. He first made eye contact with the maid, then with you, his dark, inky pupils widening.

“Ahhhh. Look at that, my dear.” 

“No… no, no, no, no, no, no! NO! PLEASE!” You stumbled back around, falling against the door - the one you had just come from, which had swung shut. Although you'd just pushed it open moments ago, it seemed heavier than before. You put all your weight into pulling at it again, tugging with everything you had. From behind you, his dubose voice continued.

“It seems as though I’ve won this little game of yours!” 

Finally, it released and the hinges let out a painful wail as you yanked it open. Although it had already begun to swing shut, you gripped the handle hard, pulling it until the lock clicked into place. You weren't sure if they were coming; you couldn't hear them talking from behind the heavy wood. You imagined they would be. Eventually.

The cool, looming darkness was all that surrounded you, but at present, it was less terrifying than what was on the other side of the door. Squaring your shoulders, you bravely took long strides back into the pitch-blackness, hoping to feel a sense of familiarity. After a few moments, you began running again, wanting to put as much distance between you and him as you could.

You only got a few yards before a searing hot pain shot up through your calf muscle as something sharp and jagged tore through your soft flesh, causing you to yelp and clumsily stumble to a stop. Though you couldn't see anything, out of habit, you gazed down in the general direction, breathing shallowly. Deprived of sight, your other senses kicked in, and you felt the warmth that oozed from the bottom of your foot and smelled the hot, irony scent of blood as it seeped through the gash in your toughest skin. Though the pain was crippling, you had to keep going.

Now hobbling hurriedly down the dark corridor, you thought you were nearing the door. With both hands out in front of you, you waited to feel something. A harrowing thought settled into your psyche, but you shooed it away, promising yourself that it wouldn't happen. Your fingertips finally felt the smoothness of wood and you pressed both hands against the door, gasping in relief. In trepidation, you tried the handle, desperately yanking it down. You wiggled it furiously, panicking. Just as you'd worried. It was locked.

The hinges howled at the other end of the hallway and you froze, holding your breath. Stupid. Where else would you have gone? He knew you were in there. Like he'd said, he knew this hotel like the back of his hand and likely knew that the door would lock. He'd probably designed it that way. Slowly, you turned your head, staring pointedly behind you.

Lights flickered on; though covered in dust, the same wall sconces that were on the outside hallways were also on the inside. You winced, as your eyes adjusted to the change in light. You spotted him, fast approaching. He held something in his hand, though you couldn't make out what it was. His crunching footsteps neared closer and closer. You spun around, pressing your back against the door. You were cornered. This was it. 

“Now, now. There’s no need for that!” His voice echoed down the corridor. “Well,” he added. “Perhaps fear is... apropos. I've no intention of being quick with you.”

He was terrifying with his eloquence and debonair demeanour, albeit handsome. In a different setting, you might've accepted a drink from him, or perhaps an offer to dance. But now... with your hands in front of your chest, shaking like a cornered animal, you were anything but wooed.

He was mere inches away now, and all you could do was tremble like a fool. With a long, drawn out vocalisation, he closed in the distance, sandwiching your body between himself and the door. His fingers ghost over the curve of your thighs and hips, up to your waist, and finally, just beneath your breast. He pressed his hand underneath the weight of it, nestling it underneath the flesh. He could feel the sweat that had settled into the fabric of your nightgown, the heat that radiated off your body and most of all, he could feel your thumping heartbeat beneath your skin. It hammered away, pumping your blood through its arteries, keeping you living, breathing, panting.... quivering. Aroused, he nipped at the air, hissing through his teeth.

"Oh, don't look so surprised, my dear. Did you really think you'd be the one that got away from me? You gave me a good run, indeed. But deep down, you knew I'd find you."  

No... he was wrong. You really had thought that you'd get away. You'd always considered yourself to be... smart, quick. As it seemed, that was a foolish misconception. You weren't quick enough.

He leaned down, placing his lips against your flushed cheek. His moustache tickled your flesh, his breath was cool against your ear like the first warning breeze before a storm.

“Now,” he whispered into your skin. "Where are those screams you so boldly let free before? Why, you're as quiet as a mouse now."

"Please, please don't kill me..." You murmured, pulling your face away from his. James immediately caught your cheek with his hand, pulling it back to its starting position. He stroked the skin softly, tenderly, and whispered: "Oh, but I must... you're going to make it sound so good."

With tears streaming down your face, you let out a pleading moan, transitioning into a blood-curdling scream.

"Yes! Scream for me, my darling! Scream to your heart's content!" James said, slipping his hand round your waist. "Miss Evers!" He called over his shoulder. "Ready my tools!"

You heard her call back: "Yes, Mr. March!"

Mr. March , you thought. That's his name. Mr. March is going to kill me.

You had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. The only place you could go was into his arms - his cool, strong arms with their enrapturing steadfastness, their chilly persuasiveness. They gripped you so lovingly, though the threat of death loomed over you like a cloud. He hoisted you up into his arms and over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You were light, alive and easy to manipulate.

"P-please. I was here to see my fr-friend..." you whimpered into his back, though you doubt he cared. Seeing your friend seemed like such a trivial thing now when your life was at stake. He carried you back down the hallway with ease, avoiding whatever obstacles laid on the floor.

By the time your back hit the table, your vision was so clouded with tears that you could no longer see him, but you felt the way he caressed you, and heard the way he spoke about your body, monologued discomforting facts about the human body, and how good yours was going to look once it was splayed open for the world to see. 

The last thing you saw was the deep, crimson gash on his neck. Passively, you focused on it as he spoke, watching the gore as it glistened and moved with his words. You'd never thought about what your insides would look like until then. You wondered if yours looked like that, too. You supposed you'd find out soon enough. 

"Please..." you whispered. "Please... don't..." 

[sketchfanda]

Kirishima’s Mystique Party

Manaworld Pictures Presents:Lisa on the Riot Sexpress!!

We come to find another anonymous set of female hands working away on a little private personal browsing on their computer, their monitor displaying the Mana-World Pictures website in all its sensual glory as they accessed the video library to see if there was any new uploads worth checking out. Their search bar filtering and narrowing down results in relation to Mr.R when they came across a playlist of interest entitled the Riot Sexpress. According to the synopsis on summary, this was a selection of videos involving picking up random eye catching hotties and ambushing them with a little fun time on board with Mr.R (aka Eijiro Kirishima, the sturdy hero Red Riot) akin to those old pornos like bang bus and bang taxi. And the playlist was displaying a nice steady growing collection nearing a baker's dozen in terms of content.

Hovering the mouse cursor to click on the first video, simply titled "Lisa's Riot Ride Sexpress" which started off seemingly harmless enough as vehicle mounted camera pulled up along a busy city street. Stopping to pick up a blonde bimbo looking canine gaijin girl who stepped on board when offered a lift as the camera shifted to the interior of what was no doubt the bus, prepared and modified for its intended purpose with the only company the girl, no doubt Lisa, found herself with being were the driver and some guy which was of course Mr.R himself. Kirishima just seeming casual even as you could tell his eyes were wandering and checking Lisa out from head to toe. Really who could blame him as her body was smoking hot, a total 10 that was highlighted by a simple effective ensemble combo of baggy, ripped up denim jeans and a black shirt which really hugged her figure well. The hidden cameras on board made sure to get some good angles and close ups of her swaying hips and booty and the bounce of juicy looking tits which the black t-shirt struggled to contain as she took a seat next to the sturdy himbo, no doubt seeming relieved to have found a ride as the city was hectic at the time too much for her liking,

Veronika Red was of course the bus driver, who was keeping her one good split between on the road and ensuring this s-express ride went as intended. Lisa for the time being simply sitting beside Kirishima, idly humming as she watched the view passed by whereas most on the outside would see only tinted windows, intended for privacy of of course, naturally. The blonde tourist babe unaware still for the time being just she'd wind up becoming involved while Kirishima, ever the gentleman, did his best not to ogle and stare too much at the stunning figure she had. Toned bimbo body type girls were among the sort of babes that really got him going when it came to revving up his engine.....

The anonymous viewer was feeling their anticipation build up in such a way they couldn't help but skip the video a few seconds ahead along to see if any action was coming up. Sometimes one really just couldn't help but want to skip past the plot or foreplay and get right down to the action. Their brief impulse rewarded as they came upon Lisa now sitting in straddling Kirishima's lap, kissing him as she had clearly initiated a make -out session. Whatever made the girl want to up and get intimate and personal with him when she'd only just happened to meet him would be checked out on a proper rewatch later as the viewer observed her practically pressing herself up against the sturdy himbo. Encouraging him to get very personal with her body, sensual moans escaping her sexy lips as he more than obliged her by squeezing her denim clad booty or snaking a hand under her shirt to grope and squeeze her tits.

Said shirt was soon discarded off to the side, exposing those juicy melons of hers which Kirishima wasted no time in assaulting with licks and kisses. The warmth and wetness of his mouth and those sharp pointy teeth of his grazing the skin making the blonde bombshell moan as she got his own shirt off of him licking her lips sensually at that gym quality body of his. Kissing and licking her way down along his firm pecs and those washboard abs as her denim clad ass now sat on the surface of the bus floor, her face level with his crotch as she wasted no time in undoing his belt buckle and jeans fly. A look of erotic awe on her face as she had that length and girth of his exposed before her, his manly scent hitting her like the crash of a tidal wave to the shore.

It was no small wonder then that she wasted no time once more as she was soon sucking and blowing on that big, meaty cock with a drive akin to a man dying of thirst having finally found an oasis. The raw lust in her eyes evident as she licked and kissed that cock, it was clear she was no inexperienced virgin but experienced enough to know that this was a cock that put any other prior partners to shame. One of her hands fishing down the front of her jeans as she was plunging her fingers knuckle deep into her snatch, soaking her denim and her wrist. All the while she seemed motivated by Kirishima's groans which indicated she was doing a good enough job to make him feel pretty damn great.

Naturally it made Lisa just want to up the ante as she was now conducting a titfuck, sandwiching and stroking off that hot length and girth as she kissed and licked the exposed, thrusting tip. Our impatient viewer could only stay so patient before they skipped ahead again a few secods into the video once again. Rewarded with seeing the blonde gaijin girl and Mr.R now fully naked as she sat in his lap, bouncing on his cock. Deep lusty moans as the camera got good shots of her clapping asscheeks jiggling, arms draped around the sturdy himbo's shoulders as she held on for dear life.

From there on the anonymous viewer was enraptured as Lisa was taken to the brink of the peak of ecstasy over and over in a veritable montage sequence of wanton rutting. From being bent over the seat or pressed up against the window as Kirishima took her from behind, his pumping pelvis pounding against her bubble butt as his rod jackhammered into her eager, sloppy pussy. Moaning and gasping as he grabbed and pulled on her hair in an assertion of dominance that really seemed to get her going. More so especially when the chivalrous stud really started to get going in his fucking.

Which really got her howling with passionate lust as she found herself being bent and folded in a mating press or holding on for dear life as he held her up in the air for a standing fuck. Those powerful arms of his wrapped around her legs as he made her bounce and ride on his jackhammering pelvis. Those heavy balls smacking her jiggling booty cheeks as Lisa could be heard uttering words like Daddy, that is when she wasn't busy kissing and making out with him of course. How Red could keep her eyes on the road with all this going on was a clear demonstration of dedication to her craft.

The sturdy himbo stud kept at it of course, from having Lisa ride him cowgirl style to pounding her flat on her front as he had her pinned down prone bone. To her credit, she was taking him like an absolute pro and her dirty talk as she hollered sexily made it clear how much bigger and better he was than the guys she'd been with before even calling them mostly a bunch of eunuchs and baby dicked limpdicks. The blonde's amateur performance efforts seeing her rewarded with a nice heavy load in each hole and finished off with a nice shower of his seed sprayed onto her skin. Her face and tits becoming marked like he was staking his claim on her body as his territory.

The video had concluded with Lisa having a shower which was available on board the bang bus, which took a while longer as Kirishima couldn't help but have a quickie with her inside it. Much to her sheer enjoyment of course before she was dressed back up, freshly cleaned and fucked and departing the bus but not before sharing a little kiss and exchange of contact details with the Manaworld rookie star. The final scene being her sending a little wave and blowing him a kiss as the bus drove and rode on. Set to find and pick up its next target for some Rated Mr.R fun.

The anonymous browser gave a quick thumbs up for the video, saving it to their playlist for later as they had a read up on the details in the upload information. Which stated that Lisa's performance after her participation later saw her extended an offer to sign a legit professional contract with Manaworld Pictures as one of their stars. Which she eagerly accepted on the condition that Mr.R got to be one of her regular, if not main scene partner for shoots which they gladly obliged understanding her reasons all too well. He was a very in-demand and reliable, humble guy.

The viewer opted to save Mr.R as a favourite bookmarked result, knowing that if this amateur style shoot was anything to go by then they'd in for a good time. Bringing the curson along to browse MWP's merchandise section for the time being to see if they had any Mr.R items available or pending. After all if they were going to start a fan club, first thing they needed was to show their financial support of their new favourite porn star. Loyalty and dedication was a lovely thing, really.....

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Halloween Riot

Honestly Peg knew that divorce couldn't come soon enough but of course leave it to the bureaucrats to take their sweet time as always when it came to getting the paperwork. So here she was still having to put up with that blowhard of a husband who still hadn't picked up the hint about her sexual frustration, damnit she had needs and an itch screaming to be scratched!! But here she was on a Halloween night at Spoonerville, home alone with Pistol out with her friends and where was Pete? Out playing poker and likely going to be out all damn night!!

And he hadn't eevn paid any notice or attention to the costume she'd picked out to boot, something she'd picked out just to give him ideas but did he really not even realize how hard it was to find an actually decent Elvira costume?!! Ah well at least the obvious lust from some of the younger guys and quite a few pretty young things who saw her outfit was a nice little ego boost. But damnit she was horny and wouldn't you know it, Goofy and Sylvia were out for a Halloween party. At this rate she was either looking at flicking her bean off with her stash of toys to a Manaworld skinflick or dare she think it, pounce on the next hunk who came at her door like those cliche pornos with the horny housewives and the...generic working class dude who was hung like a horse, meh!!

As the hours ticked by until it was likely the smaller, younger trick or treaters would call it night, Peg was starting to think her night was going to end with her binging on some left over candy and jilling off to a little porn while cursing out that lazy inconsiderate slob of sure-to-be-divorced in the near future jackass husband. Until as if fate suddenly heard her unspoken prayers, she heard the doorbell ring which was puzzling as she figured it was late enough for there to be no more kids this late out. Answering it as she opened to find quite the surprise before her, which made her look up to the sky and mouth a thank you to God. Now what had the Elvira cosplaying MILF in such a good mood all of a sudden you might be wondering?

Well she had herself a real Adonis of a man at the door, none other than Kirishima in a zombie cosplay with a torn-up shirt baring the Manaworld Pictures logo on it. Yes our sturdy himbo happened to be in the neighbourhood as part of a little stunt Syx's porn studio loved to pull around this time of the year. Going to local small towns and neighbourhoods to surprise some lucky guys or gals with a little "Trick & Treat" as it were. It was a popular event among their fanbase many of whom prayed for the day when theirs would be the lucky location selected every year.

Peg of course was among those regular viewers of the series of videos from the event over the years, so naturally before Kirishima could utter a word, the hidden camera crew got quite the shot as the horny MILF up and pounced!! Jumping into Kirishima's arms as she locked lips with him, kissing him deeply and passionately as her tongue invaded its way to that shark teeth filled mouth of his. The stealth film crew of course keeping their lens trained on the sudden make out as they carefully snuck in just as Peg took to pulling the stunned, sturdy himbo back inside her house. Her eyes burning with lust, sensually panting as her pent up sexual frustration had started to come out like water through a cracking dam that was about to burst, it was quite a sight especially helped by that Elvira costume so yeah...Kirishima was feeling so scaroused right now, he just had to get a real livewire....

Peg of course was wasting no time in unleashing her lust and desire upon this hunk of of a man who graced her doorstep with his presence, squatting down on the floor as she whipped his cock out from its confinement. Grasping it in her hands as she latched her mouth around it and commenced with an intense powersuck blowjob, slobbering over that length and girth as her desire enabled her to deepthroat him, lips kissing the base of his abs and balls. All those lonely nights with her dildos really seemed to pay off the training it gave her mouth and tongue especially. The cameras getting some good shots of her lewd fellatio face and her fat milf booty as it strained against the black skirt material of her costume.

The next thing either they or she expected, Kirishima had proceeded to turn the tables on the Elvira cosplaying MILF by suddenly ambushing her with a powerful, forceful facefucking. Soon coming to find herself draped backflat on the couch as he had her in a mating press, his corpse painted up body naked as those powerful muscles of his flexed and rippled in tune to his jackhammering motions. Peg howling with lusty delight at such asseetion of dominance as her hair became undone and her make-up messed up with sweat and tears. Her tits bouncing out of their confinement from her silky black dress as they pressed and rubbed up against his firm pecs, tongue dancing with his in the air in a sloppy dance to deepen their growing bond of primal lust.

It wasn't long before that living room became host to more intense lewdness as Peg's costume and wig were soon discarded, left in just her black heels and a few accessories. Naked and moaning with wanton erotic abandon as Kirishima pounded her doggy style, pelvis smacking her juicy jiggling MILF booty as those cheeks clapped and those heavy balls smacked her clit. Unable to keep strength in her arms and legs as she fell front flat on the smooth carpet floor, pinned down by him prone bone as he continued to pump his hips. Which she absolute loved, feeling akin to those lucky bitches in those nature documentaries when a proper alpha male claimed them.

But of course Peg didn't want him to stop there as she absolutely insisted Kirishima take her in just about any and every room in the hosue. The stealth camera crew finding themselves veritable voyeurs as they collected a goldmine of material from this ongoing erotic encounter before them following the rookie porn star and the quite gifted amateur hot mama around. It was a veritable marathon of tricks and treats which made for a feast for the eyes as Peg got herself some hot, erotic Halloween fun. Making sure to be loud enough that she didn't care if the whole neighbourhood could hear her, let them know what a real man was like and how could he could give it to a woman!!

From laying atop the kitchen counter as Kirishima fucked her spread eagle to shamelessly bouncing and riding him cowgirl style in her bedroom. Staining the bedsheets with sweat and juices as if to spite that inconsiderate jackass husband because this was what he gets for not tending to her carnal needs!! The pair of course concluding with a nice little simultaneous orgasm shared together in the shower, making out with abandon under the hot steamy water spray. Peg's palm springs running down along the fogged up glass as she basked in the afterglow with her spontaneous gentleman caller.

After drying up followed by a small make out session, Kirishima got his costume back on as Peg, clad in a bathrobe sent back out on his way. That is after she slipped him a card with her phone number and e-mail, making it clear she'd be more than happy to stay in touch. Soon as the sturdy himbo along with the stealth film crew were gone, she returned to her bedroom and fell onto the comfy mattress, breahing in the scent of sex ingrained into it. Sleep taking her as she dreamt sexy dreams of a chivalrous stud rocking her world for a very Happy Halloween night.

As soon as it was uploaded, the series of Trick & Treat videos from Manaworld pictures would go on to be considered its best run to date. The one of Peg and Kirishima, aka Mr.R proved to the most popular in terms of views with many giving props and praise to the hot mama's excellent performance giving even the pros a run for their money. Some commenters amazed she wasn't a signed talent and wondered if this meant maybe she might be in the near future. When it came to Manaworld Pictures of course, never say never....

Peg of course never forgot that Halloween night especially as she herself would checkout that video in secret. Only to be surprised one day as Syx herself sent her an e-mail with the subject header stating it was an offer she couldn't refuse. And upon opening and reading it, the gears in the sexy mama's brain began to turn, she had always considered a hobby to vent the stress of her real estate job. And those nice comments had felt she did have potential......and she might get to see her boy toy again....

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Northwest Riot

Pacifica Northwest knew she was many things to a lot of people, be it terms like Princess, Valley Girl, Bimbo, you name it chances were she'd consider it a compliment or an insult. But she damn well knew for certain she was sexy as all hell and it validated her to know the effect she had on men and women alike. So it was small wonder some of her subscription based social media accounts had a sizeable amount of followers who paid major bucks for sexy pictures and videos of her showing off that stunning body of hers. Which was all natural, thank you very much and not a result of plastic surgery, she wasn't her vapid botox bloated mother!!

She would admit, she loved her fans especially and particularly the ones who were sincere and heartfelt in their comments which really motivated her when it came to her shoot sets and streams. Plus she was in a sense becoming a self-made woman with how much she was making each week and month, enough to cut herself loose of her parents, her father Preston naturally had issues in regards to what amounted to whoring herself out but what'd that lying two faced son of a bitch know about making money without being a prick? She could say in her own right she was the first Northwest to make herself an honest buck without screwing someone over, no longer a link in the twisted family chain. But Christ was he getting annoying as the constant phone calls and e-mails trying, keyword trying, to convince her to come back home and be a proper Northwest...really made her want to stick it to the jackass...

So imagine her surprise when she got an e-mail from Manaworld Pictures of all places, seems Ms.Syx was quite a fan of her work and felt she had potential. Now certainly Paz was somewhat hesitant to reply because wasn't this implying the violet elf-like woman wanted her to work in porn of all things? That'd just prove Preston right BUT on the other hand, she did get a thrill with some of her nude shoots and those JOI videos, if anything she was already a natural and the thought of her parents losing their minds and having conniptions was a sweet bonus. So before she knew it herself, she was typing and sending a reply back to Syx to see what she had to offer if she was being truthful about that aforementioned potential.

That was a few days after that series of correspondences, the Northwest social media hottie found herself flying first class to the studio's main branch grounds in Japan. Reminding herself to indulge in a little respectful sightseeing of course (The nation's tourism industry managed to adjust once they sorted out issues with rowdy gaijin visitors being unbearable monkeys who couldn't help but make asses of themselves back in the early late 2010s to mid 2020s), she enjoyed a relaxing limo ride which brought her then and there as she soon found herself in the presence of the one and only Syx herself. Who gestured for Pacifica to have a seat as the pair talked it out in her office to what the snow haired knife eared hottie had to say. Suffice to say, it was an offer Paz knew she'd have to be crazy to refuse.

She, Pacifica Northwest, was being offered the chance to sign on as a performer with Manaworld Pictures, with her body of work on her personal portfolio platforms having been more than acceptable audition material. It would mean infamy as an adult film star, sure but hey she had it and flaunted it so this seemed like a natural step in career evolution, to say nothing of the contract!! All she had to do before she signed on that dotted line was show how capable she could be performing in camera in a more professional adult film scale and it just so happened Syx had a few scenarioslined up scripted with her in mind and just the stud ideal to be Paz's scene partner. Who the exotic violet skinned porn magnate promised would be more than up for the job AND rock the platinum blonde's world.....

Pacifica of course thought it over for all of about 10 goddamn seconds before she decided to accept the terms and conditions of Syx's challenge. Leaving her in the elf hottie's capable hands as she found herself taken along to the studio's make-up and wardobe department where they got her nice and prettied up for the camers pending to capture her in all her sexy glory. Starting things off simple with a little poolside scenario shoot as she rocked a simple but hot two piece violet bikini, her sunkissed tanned skin glistening thanks to the generous amounts of lotion put on her. Soon as she laid eyes on her selected co-star of course, she was so thankful that her arousal was invisbile on her thighs because she was feeling so damn wet right now.....

The role of the pool cleaner for this short shoot was none other than Mr.R, aka Kirishima who, ever the gentleman, did his best to not ogle Paz too much. Though she pretty much encouraged him to do so, sending a wink and a smile his way before the shoot was in action as the lair played out a classic little porn scenario. Pacifica naturally proved the camera just loved her as she posed in all her glistening, sexy tanned glory playing the sexy country club girl courting the pool boy who caught her attention. Soon as he came over her way of course, the blonde wasted no time in getting his cock out of the confines of his baggy pants though to say she was stunned at the sight of that length and girth now rest on her face was an understatement.

To say nothing of course of the lusty enthusiasm she displayed as she stroked and sucked off Kirishima, slobbering all over his shaft as her sapphire blue eyes twinkled with raw passionate fire. Rubbing her sticky, soaked thighs together as her love nectar flowed in response to feeling him pump and thrust his hips, causing her to deepthroat him as those heavy bas smacked her dribbling chin. The number of men the Northwest had ever been with sexually could be counted on one hand with enough fingers left over and right now Kirishima was making her top 3 list. If he was this good when it came to receiving oral, she coild only imagine how amazing the sex itself was about to be…..

Oh she could certainly say it was fan-fucking-tastic as she currently found herself held up in the air by the sturdy himbo, his strong arm hooked around her lovely legs as her now naked, oiled up body rode and bounced on his cock. Her tits bouncing snd her phat tanned white ass jiggling with the momentum and rhythm of his jackhammering body as she made out with him with sloppy thirst and desire. Their tongues dancing together as the camera really picked up the growing chemistry forming between the lair, there was no doubt Paz wasn’t faking any orgasms she had was having here. Syx watching on with pride and sinister, sensual glee as she knew she was only getting started….

Pacifica welcomed the trial she was out through as she enacted and played out a few short scenes with Kirishima, showing off quite a bit of range beyond the obvious you could get with a bleach blonde valley girl like herself. Like a fun little short in which she was made to rock a full body paint Verosika Mayday cosplay, now you could call her a narcissist but Paz thought she wore it well. It just so happened she was a Fan of the pop star but ooh wow did Kirishima really go wild on her soon as Syx called action, folding and plowing the heiress in a powerful mating. It made all that time in make up and wardrobe totally worth it just to see the himbo so horny, seems exotic coloured babes were a turn-on for him.

It had been quite a marathon session to say the least ranging from getting prone boned as a maid servicing her horny master to taking it soggy style in black cat cosplay by a deviant cop. Syx hasn’t been kidding when she said she had a couple of scenes and scripts lined up for her so she really gave it her all. It was no wonder she found that she passed her test with flying colours and found herself finding her name on the dotted one of that contract, shaking the elf woman’s hand. She knew this would be a very bright, sexy future for her from onward and especially hoped she got to work plenty more with Kirishima, her body was already missing the sensation of his powerful, earnest fucking skills….

The series of shorts involving Pacifica and Mr.R racked up record views soon as they were uploaded, commenters praising the blonde’s talent and dedication for being able to handle the himbo so well. Looking forward to her full professional debut if this was just they hype vignette series and of course Pacifica saw a major increase in her subscriber count and fanbase when she announced her pending career in the field of adult entertainment. Making special care and attention to point out that no, her parents wouldn’t approve and quite frankly she didn’t give a damn what they thought. Speaking of Preston Northwest, it seemed the man had suffered a stroke so severe that he went into a coma and had to hospitalised whole the missus went in to rehab when her plastic surgery broke down out of shock and horror.

But of course that was neither here or there for the Northwest girl to be worth her notice as she was in the midst of setting up her move to her new place in Japan. Syx had provided her a luxury apartment that was lose to the studio and it afforded her more closer proximity to her sure to be favourite regular co-star. Already looking forward to the next shoot as she read over the script for her debut project. A little full on extension follow up one of her audition shorts, as the horny country club debutant who had herself an illicit affair with her blue collar himbo boy toy……..

[adarkandmagicalforest]

Good Mouse

she was new to the red keep

and the white worm had advised that she keep her head down and just listen

however, the queen's master of whisperers had other plans for her

Larys Strong/Reader

Keep your head down, the White Worm had told her. 

Keep your head down and listen, keep your head down and wait, keep your head down and learn.

So she did. She did all the Lady Mysaria asked of her. She tidied rooms, she cleaned floors, she brought meals up from the kitchens and the dishes back down to be washed. The other serving girls told her the best ladies to serve, the old men to avoid and where the most handsome knights liked to do their practice. Talia was the most severe of the older ladies-in-waiting, who gave the rest of them quick orders and expected them done before any other, as hers were usually directly for the Queen. Dyana was quite soft and kind, and occasionally needed a reminder of what she was doing, but her lady was the Princess Helaena, so her needs were always taken care of next now that the Princess Rhaenyra was away from the Red Keep.

And after the royal family, it was the members of the council whose needs were tended to after that. 

The King's Hand and Lord of Harrenhal, Lyonel Strong, was an gruff but polite man who accepted the meals she chose for him with good-natured complaints at the plain porridge or herbed fish she brought for him, citing the orders from the Grand Maester that he should avoid pink and red meats during this stage in his life. 

But the Hand's son, Lord Larys Strong, was a very different man than his Father entirely. 

The first time the new serving girl attended to the Master of Whisperers was when she brought him his supper one autumn evening. His rooms were in a far off part of the Red Keep, one that she had to walk for a full ten minutes to get to after retrieving his supper of pigeon pie and vegetable stew. 

The only lights that had been on in his rooms were on the walls, which she had taken as a sign that the Lord in question was not present. 

And so, she had taken a moment to relax within the unfamiliar chambers which were so different than her own, where she had to share with nine other girls. These rooms were nothing like those cramped quarters. These were larger, with big windows by the wall which were covered with thick velvet curtains to shelter out the glow of the moon outside. The rest of the room was well spaced, with well-made wooden furniture nothing like the rickety end table and squeaky collection of cupboards where all of her little possessions existed inside one of the small spaces. 

Lord Larys' meal was placed neatly onto the dining table. His plate of pie was set down on a woven mat, his container of stew set onto the metal cage that hovered above the trio of fat candles that would keep it well heated. 

His wine, a Dornish blend, had only just finished being decanted before the Lord in question nearly scared her out of her wits with the sound of his cane.

"Oh!" she'd gasped, hurrying to pick up her tray and make herself scarce. "My lord, I'm sorry, I was just on my way - " 

Lord Larys Strong's nickname was Larys Clubfoot. An unkind if true one, the man was born with a foot that was formed wrong in the womb. As a side effect of such a deformity, the man was forced to use a heavy walnut cane and wear a thick leather boot on his foot. Which typically was not what made a particularly sneaky man, and yet somehow it wasn't until the nobleman's cane clacked down against the stone rather than the carpet did she become alerted to his presence. 

"No no, please." Lord Larys immediately said, holding out his hand to stop her escape. She could have still left of course. Even with a hand on his cane, he looked unsteady standing upright. But he was also a lord. Her superior. And Lady Mysaria told her to listen, wait, learn. 

"My apologies, my lord, I've brought your supper for you and I was just on my way." She explained, staying put as his square-shaped hand was still held out to her. Even when it lowered to rest on top of his cane, relieving the weight off his leg and giving the man a slightly taller stature. 

"Why, thank you." Larys said, approaching the dinner she had just set out for him. Then, he reached out and lightly touched the lid of the small stewpot, where it sat still hot thanks to the candles that burned beneath it. "How thoughtful," He then mused, lifting up that lid and observing the flow of steam that floated out of the little pot. "And clever of you." 

The serving girl looked to the little iron cage he gestured to. It seemed rather unremarkable to her, just something that her Mother had always used to keep dinner hot on the table. The one on Lord Larys' table was actually crafted from a scrap piece of iron that she'd found in the kitchens that was just large enough to set the pot on top of. 

"I thank you, my Lord." She said, looking up at him, resisting the urge to flinch when she saw that he was now within mere feet of her, all without her noticing. 

Perhaps without his deformity, he might have grown into his height or bone structure - but as he was, he looked thin and strange, with dark brown hair and rather beady eyes that seemed to peer into her with a disturbing lack of shame. But then, he was a Lord. If he wished to stare at her like that, he had every right to. 

listen, wait, learn sweet girl

"Hmm. Not enough for two, however." Lord Larys noted then, his eyes finally separating from hers to look upon his supper again with a disappointed shake of his head.

"Oh - I did not know you would be having company, my Lord. I could leave for the kitchens now and come back - ?" She attempted.

"No no, this is fine." The noblemen dismissed easily, resting his cane against the back of the chair as he lowered himself into it. "Tomorrow evening, you will bring enough for two."

"As you wish it, my Lord." 

"And you will be dining with me." He said, just as at ease, as if this was a perfectly normal command to his ears, even as he pulled his perfectly heated stew forward and dipped his spoon inside it. Larys was a very delicate eater, careful with his utensils and making sure that no drop of broth nor any food dripped onto his lap nor dribbled down his chin. Where his foot was rotten, his hands were extremely steady. Seated, he was as confident as any other lord. 

So she repeated herself. "As you wish it, my Lord." She said. 

But this was all the man seemed to want from her for now, as he smiled at her in a way that did not reach his eyes and dismissed her with a playful wave of his spoon.

She told the White Worm of this development as quickly and covertly as she could. 

Attend the dinner, my girl, the Valyrian woman had written back. Do as the rat commands, whatever he commands. Learn.

So she had obeyed. 

Supper on that second night was glazed duck, roasted onion rice porridge and plenty of cooked breads and cheese. The wine that night was a rosy one from Highgarden and even smelt a bit like rosewater as she was decanting it. She had never smelled anything like it and the pitcher was radiating the fragrance even after she put the wineskin away. Soon, it was even smelling like peaches and apples, and as she set out the dishes of duck, she found herself wishing she could try it even before Lord Larys arrived. 

Thankfully, there was too much to be done to become too distracted by the temptation of wine, including the lighting of the many candles in the room and setting out the two place settings at the table - of which, she'd already changed twice, as she hadn't known where the Master of Whisperers wanted her to sit. She'd settled for on his left. 

"Ah, how dutiful of you." Larys commented when he'd arrived, immediately coming forward, leaning on his cane as he limped to his seat. His hardened boot bumped slightly against his chair, the odd turn of it making it a nuisance. She didn't comment on it nor offer to assist him. Lords did not like to be helped without prompting. "Sit, won't you?" He then added once he was settled, now in his element, his slightly greasy hair pulled back out of his face and his posture slightly less hunched as he reached for the wine that had been so tempting her.

She obeyed his request, sitting down comfortably on his left as she watched with anticipation as Larys filled his wine goblet and then hers. 

"Drink." He commanded gently, the sound accompanying a slight smile. He was freshly shaved that day. 

He needn't have to tell her twice. She reached for the goblet eagerly while Larys watched. The smell was even more lovely up close, and she took the moment to take it in before she sipped it.

"A connoisseur?" The lord inquired with amusement as he started to serve her from the dishes. 

"No, my Lord." She said with some embarrassment, putting the goblet down. 

"Now now, lying is a sin, my Lady. You can tell me." Larys scolded her good-heartedly, but she heard the warning within it regardless and it made the wine taste suddenly not as sweet on her tongue. Sin indeed.

"I enjoy categorizing them, my Lord. Just from the scent mostly... I think this one is one of my favorites." She explained, feeling unnerved yet again by how directly he looked at her. It made her feel like she was naked rather than dressed in plain cotton. 

"Is it?" He leaned forward, interested. He did not reach for his own goblet yet. "Tell me what you smell." 

The girl swallowed lightly and smiled nervously before reaching for her goblet again. She shut her eyes and tried to obey. "Well - this is a blush wine. It's pink, sweet. But it also smells of roses, fruit... I can even smell the wood of the barrel they aged it in - apple." 

"My, all of that you can catch from a mere smell. What a clever nose you have there, little mouse." Larys said bemusedly, like she was exactly that, an entertaining little mouse in a maze of his own design. It made her wonder exactly why he had commanded she dine with him that evening. The other girls had never reported that he was that sort of man, and they were never shy about that sort of thing, not with Prince Aegon and his proclivities being an open secret. If the Master of Whisperers preferred to have servants in his bed, she would have been told. But her Mistress had told her to obey, whatever he wished. 

He was not too repulsive looking. He looked rather like his Father, but far thinner, and had only shared the coloring and a few cursory features of his more handsome brother Ser Harwin Breakbones, like the shape of their noses and the ridge of their brows. She would not need to pretend too badly, it was not as if he were the ancient Maester with his hound dog face or Lord Beesbury who preferred young girls with yellow hair to strike at him when he least expected them. 

"Thank you, my Lord." She said, picking up her utensils at his silent gesture. "It is from years of practice is all. You learn to recognize the best wines from what you can, especially when serving those who drink so much of it." 

This made Lord Larys chuckle and finally pick up his own goblet, waving it under his nose in a bit of a show before sipping it himself. "Hmm... I'm catching - grapes?" 

The serving girl giggled. "That is the jist of it, Lord Larys." 

The nobleman speared a piece of duck on his plate. "Mm. I rather enjoy the sound of that from you, little mouse. Though 'rat' was unkind I found it very inspirational. Rats are everywhere, as I am." The enjoyment she had dried like ashes in her mouth, even while Larys hummed with pleasure at the taste of the meat in his mouth, cutting the flesh neatly with his knife, the threat almost too much for her to bear, even with how calm a disposition he held. 

"Ser - " 

"I'm not a ser." Larys corrected immediately, lifting a piece of meat up and inspecting it. "And you're not eating. Are you frightened of me now?" 

She wasn't sure how to answer that. She wasn't even sure what she should do. She could have run, but his implication of 'rats' had left her unable to move. Her supper was getting cold there without any candles for her plate to rest above. 

The lord sighed gently then, putting his own utensils down. "There's no need to be frightened. I could not possibly harm you, could I? You could stand up and leave, right now, and I could do nothing to stop you." 

Oh certainly she could leave that room without being stopped, that much she did not doubt. It was a matter of what happened afterwards that she feared. No matter how she exited that room, death would be waiting for her. Now the only question was by whose will her life would end. By the rat or by the worm. And so her pale hand reached out and picked up her wine again. She drank from it deeply, and the sweet nectar of roses, peaches and apple swirled within her mouth. If she was to die, she would at least enjoy her last cup of wine. Neither Master nor Mistress could take that away. 

"Oh now... That is a decision I respect." Larys commented, his dark, imploring eyes lit with approval as he watched her savor her wine. 

"If this is to be my final action, I would like to enjoy it fully, Lord Larys." She explained shortly, pleased that her voice did not shake. 

"'Final action?'" The Lord echoed. He picked up the pitcher and refilled her cup. "Oh no, little mouse, this won't be your final action at all. Far from it." 

Startled, she put her goblet back down. But he did not wait for her to question him before continuing with his line of thought. "Tomorrow evening, bring another wine you enjoy. Something complicated, from the Arbor perhaps. And dessert as well. Whatever your favorite it, I imagine with your taste in wine, you'll have fine taste in sweets as well." The rat said with a wry grin, the compliment nearly lush even while she looked at him bewildered. 

"I don't understand, my Lord." 

"Larys." He corrected her.

"Larys." She repeated agreeably, seeing this perhaps as a way out, a way forward, a way that she could still use to listen, wait, learn. 

"I think you do understand me, mouse." Larys then said. It was then that the lord revealed his true wants to her, something that honestly relieved her more than she thought. Because this - this drifting of his dark loom-y eyes over her body, from down her pale neck and over the curve of her breast within her dark cotton dress. This made sense, this was something she could do. "But I understand that you need more from me than just a mere insinuation, little mouse. I'd like you to continue to keep faith with your... confidant. I'll allow you do to as you will, continue working as you wish for whomever aging lords and rude ladies wish it from you... Or, you can join my own service, permanently - and be allowed a few more liberties." 

He wanted her to serve both of them. Serve both and live. Serve both and survive. 

She would not assume that his second suggestion was a mere suggestion at all. Her only choice was to join his own service - and from his look, she knew what such a thing would entail. But this did not worry her, not when she could imagine far worse under more violent hands. Though the darkness she saw in Larys Strong's face was one that she could not take lightly. But what could he possibly desire from her other than a warm cunt and a pretty face? 

"What would your service entail, Larys?" The mouse inquired nervously, looking at him as if she could discover his proclivities through his face. Anticipation was written there, but satisfaction too. He knew she had nowhere else to go. 

"Undress, if you please." He said softly, his eyes moving over her body.

Despite expecting something along these lines, she could not help the way her heart jumped with horror at the order. But she would not disobey - she stood, lifted up her skirts and pulled them over her head. Her shift, plain stays and her small clothes followed, surprisingly the easiest thing to remove - as once her clothing and her shoes were kicked away, the noblemen seemed to become shy himself, as he was now staring down at her feet. 

Then, he was staring to such a degree that she had to follow. She still wore her stockings, plain ivory ones. They were tight and slightly sweaty from where they clung to her feet from the long day's work. 

She reached down to them.

"No." He commanded, finally looking upon the rest of her, his gaze roaming her small, pale breasts, down her soft stomach and down her thighs where the cinched ribbon kept her stockings in place. "You've been working since dawn, haven't you? Your legs must be sore." 

"I - yes, they are." The mouse eventually said, when she realized that his question was one he expected to be answered. 

And once she had, he seemed quite pleased with her. As then, he was pushing his supper out of the way, making a space there. This was quite a strange action to her, especially as she was standing there quite naked, a little cold, frightened and very confused. 

His wide, square hand then laid itself onto the fresh space he made. "Come, sit here... I'll rub them for you."

This was not an offer. It too, was another command masked in a polite tone.

"Don't be afraid. Come now, let me help you." Larys the Clubfoot urged warmly, lightly patting the wooden table.

So the naked girl drifted in and obeyed, lifting herself up onto the table so she was seated in front of him. Even with the slight height she now had over him though, she did not feel secure, even as she silently waited for him to spread her legs and do as he would to her.

Except he didn't. Instead, he reached for her left ankle, wrapping his warm hands around the delicate bones there. His fingers smoothed slowly over the cotton, slipping up and down while his eyes devoured the sight with a hunger that was bewildering. 

The rat tutted then once his hands reached her foot, the imprint of his thumb against the soreness there willing some of the ache awake. "Poor thing. These are worn so thin... Look at how dirty they are here - and here." He said, pressing his fingers in and rubbing where the most throbbing existed. The bottom of her stocking was a bit dirty thanks to her shoes, which she would need to replace and soon. 

The lord rubbed his thumb in a circle into the arch of her foot then, making her sigh lightly at the relief it gave.

Which ultimately seemed to be what Larys Clubfoot desired from her.

"Now let's remove these, hm? You'll feel much better once they're off." He said easily, eagerly. Larys' hands reached up to her thighs, pulling the ties before pealing the cotton away from her. It relieved the pressure on her legs for a moment before the lords burning hands clasped at her again.

That was when she noticed the tent in his trousers.

She'd guessed as much. And yet, she was stiffening up, all too aware of herself now.

"Now now, none of that." He whispered, his voice hoarse and heady. "No fear here, little mouse. Come now, I can show you." He moved himself closer within his chair, bending her knees up and placing them on the arms of the chair. This new position left her cunt quite open and spread to the cool air and it took a reminder to herself to not flinch nor squirm to cover herself shyly.

"What a pretty pussy for a mouse to have." The lord said playfully. "Now let's see here." He mused, taking her leg and folding it, trapped, between her thigh and his chest as he leaned in to inspect her. "Shy pink petals, just like a little rosebud, if you pardon the analogy." He said with an amused smile before turning his head to kiss briefly at her ankle. His lips were warm and dry. Then, his wide hand went between her open thighs and laid itself upon her cunt, encompassing it completely with a comforting wave of heat that made her gasp lightly.

Larys rubbed his hand over her at the sound, the friction moving over her sensitive center until pleasure started to build within her, that familiar bud above her core giving her the urge to roll her hips boldly against his hand for more of that delicious friction.

"That feels good hmm?" He said, slowing his movements. Then, he ran his thumb between her petals, swiping down and briefly slipping it inside her, swirling it around and thrusting inside until he had gathered some of the slick moisture there, spreading it. "That's good. I want you to feel good. Come here, now. That's right, on my lap." 

She hadn't needed to move very far. Just to move a few inches down to sit on top of his knees, but she kept her elbows on the table behind her for balance  something that Larys appreciated as it gave him the ability to bend her legs back, as if she was an open dinner plate for his eyes to devour. 

Already, his kisses had returned to her legs, always kissing from her calves down to her ankles and then finally to the bottom of her feet, which was when his cock became most noticeable beneath her and when his hand started to rub insistently at her cunt again, making her moan and tremble at the sudden rush of pleasure. 

Soon, the lord did as all lords did eventually, and took out his cock.

It seemed a fairly regular cock, though it was particularly veiny from where she saw it before Larys sank her on top of it, his left hand digging into her hip while the right continued to swipe over her, his rapid fingers making her voice grow breathier and breathier while her peak built up within her until she was close, so so so close.

"Oh my little mouse, look at you. Look at you, look at you, oh how could I not keep you?" He murmured ecstatically, his hand never stopping, even as she began to grind herself back, back against his cock which was now well inside her. "And people always said I was too difficult to buy for... Oh my mouse, yes, you can cum for me, that's right, just like that. Such a good little mouse." His praise made her cunt clench desperately around the cock inside of her, her mind dizzy from confusion and arousal and then the peak that overcame her, making her shake and moan quite loudly while her arms and legs shook and her head fell back against the wood. 

It was then that he began pulling on her hips in earnest, fucking her with what strength he had in his arms, but he didn't appear to require more than a few thrusts before she felt his release shoot inside her, joining her own dripping arousal slipping out onto the lord's clubfoot and the stone floor when his cock softened and slickly slipped out of her wet cunt.

"Very good." Larys praised again, looking delighted as he took her by both ankles, kissing the tops of her feet, before spreading them wide again and kissing her directly on her cunt, making her breath hitch unexpectedly. "Yes, very good... Run along now, mouse. Get dressed and inform your Mistress that you've made the lord rat fall hopelessly in love with you. If she asks for details, I'll hope you be discreet." He punctuated this ominous order with another kiss to her cunt, a lingering one that she rather liked, which made her sigh and want to squirm against his mouth.

But he parted from her regardless, wiping their mixed spend from his mouth, it not appearing to bother him at all as he smiled.

"I will see you tomorrow evening." He promised as she left. The door shut behind her heavily, and when she looked down to check if she was presentable enough to sneak back to her crowded chambers, she realized too late that she had forgotten her stockings.