#sin (pi-x)

[claremont-psychiatric-hospital]

Prodigal Son + Rembrandt (part 2) (part 1)

Isaac and Rebecca (c. 1665) The Return of the Prodigal Son (1642) The Return of the Prodigal Son (c. 1669) Slaughtered Ox (1655) Belshazzar's Feast (c. 1635)

[k-hotchoisan]

body language

<yunho x fem!reader>

well, pining after your brother’s fucking attractive best friend isn’t a sin if he doesn’t know right? nobody has to know.

nobody has to know that you're lodged in his fantasies when the nights deepen.

nobody has to know what happens when you're forced to share a room with Yunho.

Genre/Warnings: smut, big dick! X Perverted! Yunho, unprotected sex, low key corruption kink, mutual pining, cream pies, fingering, orgasms, overstimulation, oh no they are forced to share a room!, sexual tension, dirty talk

Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @voicesinmyhead-rc @pre1ttyies @hwallazia @songmingisthighs @yeosangiess @sanhwajjong @interweab @mylovelymito @softwsan @yourlocaljonghoe @itza-meee

🩷 back to staying perverted

A/N: send me to jail for being so inactive TT I know life happens and I shouldn't apologise for going mia for a bit but I still feel so bad! Nonetheless, please continue giving my works as much love as you all always do, and that ya'll are my source of motivation. Thank you for waiting ❤️

Undoubtedly, it’s either your brother has good taste in making friends, or you just have interesting taste in men, because out of all men you had a crush on, it had to be the one closest to your brother—Jeong Yunho. Something about him made your heart flutter uncontrollably. Maybe it was the way he would lean in towards you when he wanted to whisper something in your ear, keeping your brother an arm’s length while his voice tickled perfectly as it reverberates in your brain. Maybe it was the way he would hold your stare for a couple of seconds before his pretty smiles spreads across his lips, as if he was keeping a secret that he wants to tell you. Maybe it was the way he would bump his arm against yours when he wants to ally with you to piss your brother off. 

Whatever it was, you couldn’t deny that the feelings you had for him were growing exponentially. How you managed to keep said feelings in bay was a mystery. You could attribute it to knowing Yunho for as long as you did. Maybe he treated everyone nice and politely like that. It was hard not to keep your hopes up sometimes and it really made you frustrated. 

“A chalet?” You repeat. “What’s the occasion?” 

“Just a weekend out”, your brother replies. “A couple of friends will be coming. You know them, including Yunho.”

“Are you going?” Yunho suddenly asks. 

You break eye contact with Yunho, going back to your phone. “No. I’m going on a date.”

Yunho’s eyes widen. There is a flash of panic that flickers in his eyes. His words spill out of him before he realises it. 

“With who? How come I didn’t know?” 

You cast a confused glance at him. “Why would you need to know?”

That was when Yunho realises, and he simmers down, going back to hiding behind his phone screen. He bites his tongue, hoping you nor your brother ha caught on. But thankfully, no one else questions him. In fact, your brother doubles down.

“Yeah, you didn’t tell me?” Your brother echos. 

“As if you’re interested in my love life”, you playfully retort, rolling your eyes before you disappear into your room, before Yunho starts to hear your heartbeat right in your ears again. 

Yunho stares blankly at his phone, still processing that you’ll be going on a date. Something sits uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach. He’s running his brain, thinking of a million ways to make you cancel the date, half of it under the pretence of your brother. How could he do it without making it obvious? 

“And why would I cancel my date, Jeong Yunho?” You ask, your arms crossed. For some reason, your brother and Yunho were suddenly way too interested in your date. Especially Yunho. He would not get off your back about it. 

“It’s dangerous? Who knows he might be a serial killer!” He was really dramatic about too, might you add. 

You scoff, and an amused smile tugs the corner of your lips, as your hand reaches out to pat his cheek. “I’ll be fine, Yun. You’re on my speed dial if anything happens okay?” 

For a moment, you feel his gaze piercing right into you, as if time didn’t exist—the both of you caught in between each other’s gazes, Yunho looking like he wants to say something, but he stops himself. You quickly break the eye contact, remembering that he’s your brother’s best friend, and that Yunho is just being as worried as your brother. Nothing more than that. Yunho wants to hold the gaze longer. He almost wants to break the imaginary boundaries then both of you set, but he snaps into to reality when he watches you leave, his voice trapped in his throat. 

Fuck. Looks like he’s the one losing now. 

It doesn’t help that during that night, you slip into his dreams, and instead of you leaving, he has your face in his hands, and your lips are on his. He feels you in your entirety, and you feel so fucking good pressed against him. Yunho wants so badly to mark every part of you, to remind you he could do so much better than whoever you’re supposedly going out with. He could kiss you better, fuck you better. Then it switches—to you in front of him, your ass bouncing off his cock, loud smacks echoing from the walls as he sinks into your pussy with a broken sigh.

That’s when he fucking jolts awake, warm fluids streaming down his thighs, as he swallows an imaginary mass in his throat because what the fuck just happened? He stares blankly at the white ceiling of his room, mind as blank. 

How fucked is he?

Yunho reaches to the doorstep of the chalet, almost close to midnight. Dance practice had bleed past the time, later than he thought. He greets his friends at the barbecue pit, still grilling chicken and seafood, stealing a stick and getting playfully hit before he enters the chalet itself. 

Your brother sat there, comfortable with his girlfriend’s legs crossed over his lap as they had joycons in their hands, playing some kind of co-op game together. His friend turns to him, before his eye dart back to the screen once he acknowledges Yunho, much too engrossed with the level he and his girlfriend was at. 

“Your room’s to the left of the stairs. I hung your lanyard there”, your brother says, before his attention goes right back to the game. For a spilt second, he suddenly remembers that he wanted to tell Yunho something, something important, but when his girlfriend squeals at clearing the level, the thought is completely erased from his memory.

Yunho climbs up the stairs, pushes the door open, and completely stops in his tracks as his gaze locks with yours. You’re seated on the bed, relaxed and on your phone until the door suddenly pushes open, and Yunho stands there, looking as bewildered as you. 

There is a long moment of silence between the both of you. 

“Can I help you, Yunho?” You break it. 

“No…isn’t this my room?” Yunho clarifies. You glance around and shrug. 

Yunho drops his bag, his heart beating loudly in his chest. 

His eyebrows furrow, confusion sprawled across his face. 

“Hold on. Weren’t you suppose to be on a date?” 

You shrug again. “Yeah. It ended early. I thought of finding my brother and he asked me to use this room since it was vacant. I supposed he forgot to tell you? I could leave if-“

“N-no. You can stay, since you’re already here”, Yunho cuts you off. No fucking way is he wasting this chance. Somehow the thought of you within the same, close proximity is making his head dizzy. “You’re okay with sharing the bed? I can sleep downstairs.”

Your face starts to heat up. As much as it was the elephant in the room, for Yunho to bring up so straightforwardly like that was making your mind wander a little too close to the sun. 

You force a small smile. “It’s fine. It’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before.” Well, not a lie, the only thing was that the both of you were blacked out drunk when it happened that one time. 

Yunho’s signature smile appears. He looks comforted, at least. “Right. Then I’ll use the bathroom to wash up.” He grabs a spare towel on the rack, then walks back to dig for his clothes in his duffle before he disappears into the bathroom, leaving you with your messy thoughts. Your hand is over your heart, and you feel it beating a little too wildly. 

Nothing’s gonna happen. Two people of the opposite sex can share a bed just fine, is what you tell yourself. Yeah, that would have been the case, if the opposite gender wasn’t Jeon Yunho. 

Fifteen minutes felt like fifteen years in all honesty. The anxiety wouldn’t simmer down, so you end up burying yourself underneath the cold sheets, hoping that you’d end up falling asleep. 

And by some miracle, you did. That is, until you feel the mattress weigh down, and shuffling on the sheets, then something bumping against your leg. You stir slightly from the disruption.

“Sorry. The bed’s a little…cramped”, you hear Yunho’s voice tickling your ears as his legs press against yours. 

You stay silent, the only things that you hear are the whirling of the air conditioning and the sound of your heart about to fucking burst from your rib cage. 

“It’s fine”, you finally reply, your body completely still, unsure how actually close the male is against you, only his legs pressed up against the back of your knees and his arms are barely touching your back as a gauge. Well, you weren’t in the mood to find out. The myriad amount of assurances you repeat to yourself that he’s just a friend, that he’s just Jeon Yunho, does nothing to comfort you to say the least. 

You hear his voice ring a little to close to your ears again. “How was your date?”

You don’t want to answer, your eyes are focused onto the darkness of the door in front of you. You fear that he might hear your thoughts if you speak, even though that’s literally impossible. 

“It was fine”, you curtly reply, squeezing the spare pillow in your arms. 

“What did you think of him?” 

“I think he’s okay. He’s quite a decent guy. Then again, it’s just the first date”.

The mattress shifts suddenly and you freeze when you feel him inch even closer to you. You have no clue what expression he’s making but from the way he suddenly shifts rather dramatically, you would assume that he seemed shocked? 

Oh, you were definitely about to find out. 

“You’re planning to see him again?” He’s closer now. You feel his chest almost pressing against your spine. You feel his gaze piercing daggers into the back of your head. You feel his agitation. But over what?

“I haven’t decided on that yet”, you reply. But you cut him before he says anything, “but what’s it to you? You usually don’t care about the things I do. Let alone my dates.”

This time, it’s Yunho’s turn to fall silent. The weight of the mattress beneath you shifts once more it stills. For a moment, you assume that he’d shifted away from you, and maybe he’d let the matter die off.

“Who said I didn’t?”

Now he’s completely pressing his body against you—you feel his lips just a hair’s length from the back of your neck, his chest completely flat against your back. 

His crotch right against your ass. 

“Yunho-“, you try turning to face him before the both of your start making any mistakes, but his hand presses your waist down, halting any movements you were about to make. Heat is flushing your cheeks.

“I’ll stop if you don’t want to, and I’ll turn away, and sleep downstairs. I won’t force you if you don’t want to.”

Shit, shit, shit. The more words Yunho speak, the more they aren’t registering in your damn head. His voice is melting in your ears, low and dangerous. The consequences that once rang like alarm bells in your head slowly grow muted, and now it’s just your carnal desire to let Yunho do whatever he wanted to you.

“I’m not doing this without your consent, my dear”, he reminds , and his hand is slowly trailing off your body. 

All the repercussions, completely wiped off when your feelings that you once tried to fucking hard to suppress behind to bubble up to the surface, and for Yunho to just summon them so easily when he says it so gently and with such  temptation.

But you should still probably stop this-

From the way you’re staying quiet, Yunho is ready to just cut his advances. After all, he’s not interested in making you feel uncomfortable, as much as he wants to just ruin you all for himself. He keeps his breathing light, but his heart is still beating loudly in his chest, bracing himself for the rejection, his hand gradually lifting from your waist, very much reluctantly-

Until he feels your hand cup his. 

“I wanna feel you, Yunho”, you answer him, loud enough for him to hear, even though it was only the two of you within the confines of the room. 

Yunho feels like he’s not close enough to you, even though the both of you are squeezed together, and his erection is evident—pressing shamelessly against the curve of your ass. It’s driving up the wall. 

Another thing he doesn’t expect is the way your fingers curl around his wrist, and you bring him to your braless tits, and he short-circuits when his fingers press against your hard nipples. You curse softly when he rolls them gently against his fingertips, and you lean back against his chest. Yunho takes the chance to kiss your neck down to your shoulders, making you melt all over again. 

But he doesn’t want to stay there for long. His cock is just throbbing and it’s overtaking his rationale. 

You always offhandedly complimented that Yunho had such long, slender and pretty fingers, and that he made mundane actions—writing, typing—look so attractive.

And now, his fingers are prying your legs to spread open for him.

His fingers dip into the wetness of your soaked folds, and his mind almost completely blanks out for the second time at the way you’re drenched for him. 

“Fuck. All of this for me?” He asks rhetorically, as he easily sinks two fingers in, hearing you choke from how his fingers are filling you up so well. The tip of his fingertips press against a spongy spot, and your head tilts back, face so flushed from the pleasure when he begins curl his fingers while in you and while he fucks your wet cunt. 

He’s not letting you form any coherent thoughts in your head, not while he’s finger fucking the thoughts right out your poor brain.

“You’re so fucking soft. Shit. I really want to fuck you so fucking bad”, he grunts in your ear, his hips grinding against your ass like a natural instinct to. 

“Your cock”, you mutter, struggling to keep your eyes open and mind clear. “Fuck. Need you to fuck me so good.”

Yunho inhales the scent of your hair wash as he peppers bites and kisses down the nape of your neck, smiling when he feels goosebumps spread across your skin.

He’s so tempted. But not yet. He desperate—desperate to see you fucking fall apart just with his fingers.

So he pulls his soaked fingers out, and for a moment, you whine at how empty your cunt feels, just ready to fucking beg him to fuck you with his fingers, his cock, whatever. 

He sits up, pushing the thick and heavy blankets aside, tugging your wet bottoms and panties off, giving himself a mental reminder to pocket your panties when he’s done with you. 

You’re spread open and perfectly wide for him to admire and drool over. By now, his eyes are pretty much adjusted the darkness, and the both of you are lazy to switch on the nightlight, so he’s definitely able to see your pussy in full view.

“Y-yu-“, your words completely cut off when he plunges two fingers right into your pussy again, filling you up completely. And this time, his other hand is on your clit, fingers rubbing, sending sparks flying beneath your eyelids. 

The pleasure makes you buck your hips, and it builds so dangerously quick in your abdomen. The sounds of your pussy growing so fucking wet only encourages Yunho to pick up the pace, catching a rhythm of fucking and rubbing your clit so perfectly that you realise the feeling is growing way too funny. 

“Y-Yunho-“ you try again. “Oh god. Feels weird.” Nonetheless, you don’t say it without your eyes rolling back and your abdomen flexing. 

“That’s it. Let it go for me, baby. It’ll feel so fucking good.”

Oh fuck. You don’t even register it before it happens—it totally washes over you, and you’re just helplessly submitting to how fucking good this feels as you squirt all over Yunho, your mind swimming in the depths of ecstasy, your moans drowned when Yunho seals your lips shut with his, greedy to just keep them all to himself, and well, also not trying to wake the whole chalet up. 

When Yunho pulls back and sees how flushed spent your face looks, he can’t help but sink deeper into his feelings for you. He goes in for another kiss, this time with your mind slowly clearing from the mind-blowing orgasm. Your arms wrap around his neck instantly, pulling him as close as you could, soft moans in between kisses only making him impossibly harder than he already was. 

He shifts to lie down on the bed with you again, this time the both of you facing each other. He tugs the hem of your shirt and lugs it over your head, before lowering himself slightly to face your chest. You don’t know how but his pants are somehow kicked off, somewhere on the bed, and he’s bare and so fucking hard when he presses his cock on your pussy. 

“Lift your leg for me, babe”, he says, palm sliding on the underside of your thigh as he feels you spread your legs open for him once more. 

Yunho rubs his cockhead along your wet fucking folds, before he pushes himself in, a whimper leaving his lips as he bites on your shoulder to stop any loud noises from slipping past his lips. 

He pushes himself in even more, and your arms are around his neck once more, light red imprints from your fingernails dig into his skin.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Feels like fucking heaven. So fucking tight and soft”, he mutters, eyes so glazed, and arms so tight around you when he finally buries himself into the hilt. 

Your mind is complete mush by then—combined with Yunho’s cock that’s stuffed in you and the scent of his hair wash, you swear you were gonna cum for the second time. You knew he probably packed something, but holy fucking shit, you just never thought it would fill you up this fucking good. The rest of your senses slowly start to dull, the feeling of Yunho’s cock almost taking them  all away. 

“Shit. You’re fucking squeezing me-fuck!-here,” Yunho says, but it comes off as a broken moan. His head is buried into the crook of your neck, and you hear him trying to steady his breath through a slew of curses. 

“You wanna move now?” You ask, your fingers combing through his messy locks. Yunho thinks he might have some sort of hair combing fetish with you now. 

“Fuck, yes, please,” is all he replies before he pulls out slightly, then thrusting right back in, projecting fucking stars into your eyelids when he fills you up again and again. 

You press your head against the pillow, eyes shut from the pleasure. When you find the strength to open them, Yunho’s glazed out expression is what comes into view. He’s looking at you like you’re his fucking treasure. 

“Does it feel good? You feel so fucking amazing, y/n.”

“You can’t be asking me that when you’re fucking the thoughts right out of me”, and you squeal when he thrusts into you once more, filling you up to the brim.

“Even better. So my cock will be only the cock you know, right?” He smiles, fighting the urge to roll his eyes when your walls clench around him again.

And when you don’t answer, his hand slithers to your neck, and he squeezes, making you gasp. 

“Answer me, pretty.”

“Yes, fuck yes. Don’t need anyone else’s when you’re fucking me so good”, you cry, relishing in the way he’s gradually cutting off your oxygen supply. 

His thrusts grow harder and faster, his hands slowly letting go of your throat.

“That’s my good girl.”

And that makes your cunt flutter and pulsate uncontrollably for the second time, only now it’s on his cock this time. 

“F-fuck. Oh, that’s it. That’s a good fucking girl, cumming all over my cock like that”, his voice ups a pitch when you fall apart again. “I’m gonna cum. Make sure you’re full and dripping when I’m fucking done with you.”

And when he does, he leaves a whole garden of bites on your chest and shoulders on top of filling your pussy up with his thick and warm cum. You never thought his face would get anymore attractive, but when he cums? You could get addicted to pulling that expression out of him, that’s for sure. 

The both of you are panting as your highs wear off, hands still not off each other despite the shared warmth. He’s the first to let go, and you’re about to say something until he turns you around, and it’s then when his cock starts to harden in you. Your heart is beating rapidly again when his cock is filling you up once more, as it slowly displaces his cum that leaks past your sopping hole.

Your hand grabs onto his arm that’s snaking around your waist. 

“W-wait. We need to talk about my broth-“, and he hears you whimper when he pushes himself deeper into you, throbbing in you. The way he’s littering kisses down your neck is sending you into a spiral, and now you’re nothing but weak against him, and his fat cock.

“That can wait to tomorrow, babe. I promised that I’ll make sure you’re full and dripping once I’m fucking done with you right? Well, I’m not done fucking you yet.”

[seattlesellie]

c o n c e p t : towns squeaky clean sweetheart bunny reader x broody borderline creepy and completely shunned from the community preachers daughter ellie, who reader bakes for and chases after because of her yearning to fix broken things and her absolute filled with sin and not-nice-things fascination with the sullen girls darkness and tattood arm and cigarettes and things she only saw in movies she was never allowed to watch as a kid but still did, reader who leaves ellie's shed with tears in her eyes and panties filled with unfamiliar dampness simply because ellie brushed her behind with her crotch for the tiniest second as she told her about the absolute fucked up things she did, the things that made her father kick her out of the house and deny she was ever born. she tells stories with her raspy voice and those sad and angry eyes that made god, who is filled with nothing but love hate her. you think, you know nothing could ever save the girl, she was going to hell or to purgatory at least, but you can't help but pray for her, pray when you're holding your rosary in your right hand with shut eyes, pray on sunday, on monday, when you're confessing, undressing, pray for her when you eat, before you knock on her door, before she undresses you with violence and firm hands and desperation, and before you know it you're praying for yourself too.

and u can bake all the pies u want but the only pie she gives you is a creampie 🎀😔

[todays-xkcd]

Calligraphy exam: Write down the number 37, spelled out, nicely.

Exam Numbers [Explained]

Transcript Under the Cut

[6 different math test questions.] [The first panel:] Kindergarten math final exam Q. Write down the biggest number you can think of A. [empty box]

[The second panel:] Pre-algebra final exam Q. Write down the value of x if x=3x-8 A. [empty box]

[The third panel:] Calculus final exam Q. Write down the value of [integral sign, from 0 to pi] x sin^2 x dx A. [empty box]

[The fourth panel:] PhD cosmology final exam Q. Write down the Hubble constant to within 1% A. [empty box]

[The fifth panel:] Game theory final exam Q. Write down 10 more than the average of the class's answers A. [empty box]

[The sixth panel:] Postgraduate math final exam Q. Write down the biggest number you can think of A. [empty box]

[junmsli]

so it goes

pairing. enzo vogrincic x virgin!reader

cw/tw. smut, praise, oral sex (reader y enzo reciben), enzo un poco posesivo, virgin!reader, piv sex, established relationship, unprotected sex, edades no especificadas, afab!reader/pronombres femeninos.

word count. 4.4k+

rating. +18

no es un secreto para nadie que la virginidad es solo un constructo inventado desde el machismo. las mujeres no sufren de ningún tipo de cambio después de tener relaciones sexuales por primera vez. a pesar de saber que el concepto de la virgnidad no tiene ni pies ni cabeza, siempre pensaste que tu primera vez sería con alguien que de verdad significase algo para ti.

con un novio como enzo, sabías que la comodidad y el respeto son cosas con las que puedes contar, ya sea en este tema en específico o en cualquier otro aspecto, el peli negro encaja en tu definición de confianza.

enzo va a ser paciente y amable contigo, te dices a ti misma y sacudes tu cabeza buscando desaparecer de tu mente todo lo que piensas podría salir mal, ¿por qué llenar tu mente de todos los posibles escenarios negativos? todo irá bien y tendrás otro recuerdo precioso con tu novio que llevarás contigo con mucho cariño.

prefieres no darle más vueltas al asunto y buscas en tu armario un outfit para la cita de hoy. el plan era ir al nuevo restaurante frente a la playa, irían un poquito antes de las 7pm para apreciar la puesta del sol en la arena, la ida al restaurante y la cena, por último, volverían hacia el departamento del mayor.

habían hablado del tema la tercera noche que habías pasado en su departamento, discutiendo todo lo que pasaba por tu mente sobre tu falta de experiencia.

“¿te molesta esperar?”

“¿por qué me molestaría esperar?” enzo te había contestado, haciendo latir más rápido tu corazón. ambos acostados en la cama de él, viendo hacia el techo y tomándose de la mano después de una sesión de besos más que intensa.

luego de lo que parecieron horas, decidiste ponerte tu vestido favorito, de color negro, bastante cómodo y ligero. escuchaste la puerta ser tocada y miraste hacia tu reloj, notando que el mayor había llegado un minuto antes de lo acordado.

 “ya voy” dices en voz alta y te pones en marcha para abrirle, encarando al pelinegro, que como tu, tenía una cálida sonrisa en su rostro “hola, linda” dice enzo, elimina la distancia entre ambos y pone sus manos tu cintura, miradas encontrándose y diciendo en aquel lenguaje único cuanto se extrañaron y cuánto aman estar en la presencia del otro. 

“¿soy linda?” tú dices con una sonrisa llena de diversión.

“tan linda que sos lo único en lo que puedo pensar, sos muy preciosa” contesta, lo que hace calentar tus mejillas. se aleja de ti solo para tomar una de tus manos con una de la suyas. caminan de la mano hacia la salida del edificio, en busca de un taxi.

después de algunos minutos se suben al auto que los conducirá hasta la playa, apoyas tu cabeza en el hombro de enzo, sin soltar su mano en ningún momento, cierras los ojos y hueles el perfume de enzo con una pequeña sonrisa. dos cuerpos apoyados en los asientos del taxi, calentándose y latiendo el uno por el otro.

el tiempo parece volar y pronto llegan a su destino. enzo se aparta de tu lado con gentileza para abrirte la puerta, ocuparse del pago y agradecer al conductor. puedes decir que no está dispuesto a tener las manos lejos de ti por mucho tiempo, ya que te ofrece una vez más su mano, rápidamente volviendo a tener contacto contigo.

caminan hacia la playa mientras tarareas tu canción favorita. “son las 6:40, tiempo perfecto para ver la puesta del sol si me lo preguntas.” dices y jalas de su mano para avanzar más rápido con él hacía la arena. ambos sueltan un pequeño suspiro una vez que están ahí, contemplando la hermosa vista, escuchando las voces de las personas a su alrededor, el mar y las olas contra la arena.

comparten minutos llenos de silencio, llenos de tranquilidad hasta que enzo decide romper el vacío de diálogo;

"viviría feliz en montevideo contigo, en pequeños y grandes roles. sería el hombre más afortunado por toda mi vida", dice, dejando escapar sus pensamientos con la misma franqueza de siempre, sin filtro ni reservas.

"¿qué? ¿estás bromeando?" respondes con evidente confusión, arqueando una ceja mientras lo observas en busca de alguna señal que aclare sus palabras.

"no estoy de joda con vos, nunca lo estoy", responde él, encogiéndose de hombros con sinceridad.

"no te lo permitiría", piensas en cruzar los brazos para reforzar tu punto, pero decides mantener el contacto físico con tu novio, prefiriendo esa conexión.

"¿por qué no?" enzo finge sorpresa, consciente de que esa sería tu reacción.

"¿qué clase de novia sería si te dijera 'sí, enzo, quédate aquí conmigo, no te aventures fuera del país para explorar tu potencial. podríamos ser felices, pero siempre viviríamos con la incertidumbre de lo que podría haber sido'?"

"esperaba ese comentario de vos", responde enzo con calma.

"gracias por esperar lo mínimo de mí. me reconforta saberlo", dices con sarcasmo pero con una sonrisa cómplice. estás en un breve silencio, contemplando el atardecer antes de volver la mirada hacia enzo. "no deberías esperar que sea egoísta contigo y todo lo que puedes lograr. ya te ha ido bien más de una vez, y eso me llevó a conocerte en primer lugar", añades con una tranquilidad reflexiva. "y, aunque me hagas sentir... dios, no sé cómo explicarlo, este sentimiento de ser amada por ti, tú debes ser siempre tu primera prioridad. si estás dispuesto a esperarme, yo también lo estaré", admites, evocando el recuerdo de esa noche y la conversación que marcó un punto de inflexión en su relación.

"son dos cosas distintas", comenta enzo, también recordando claramente aquel diálogo

“¿mi primera vez y tu carrera de actuación? la verdad sí, no es el mejor ejemplo pero se entiende.” ahora es tu turno para encogerte de hombros.

se quitan los zapatos y deciden sentarse en la arena, tú con las piernas estiradas, quizás no fue tu mejor elección el vestido para esta ocasión, pero no importa cuando estás con él.

el silencio los envuelve por unos minutos mientras contemplan la puesta del sol, como si el tiempo se detuviera para permitirles disfrutar de ese momento juntos. enzo acaricia tu mano con delicadeza, voltea para encontrarse con tu rostro y procede a dar inicio a la reunión de sus labios, un beso lleno de ternura y pasión. toma tus mejillas con suavidad, intensificando el contacto, y se sumerge en la profundidad del beso, compartiendo un instante de intimidad que les pertenece solo a ustedes. duran unos preciosos minutos disfrutando del ya no tan delicado roce entre sus bocas, perdidos en el éxtasis del amor compartido.

"me haces muy feliz, siempre", él murmura al romper el toque entre sus labios, su voz cargada de sinceridad y emoción. "más de lo que te podes imaginar."

sus palabras llenan el aire con un sentimiento cálido y reconfortante, confirmando lo que ya sabías en lo más profundo de tu corazón: que este amor es real y todo tuyo. las olas continúan su danza rítmica, chocando contra la arena, mientras la oscuridad de la noche se adueña del entorno, acompañada del inconfundible aroma marino. reposas tu cabeza en el hombro de enzo una vez más, dejando escapar un suave suspiro. 

“gracias por amarme tanto.” expresas con gratitud.

“no tenés que agradecer ser amada, gorda, nunca.” responde enzo, manteniendo su mirada en ti. mientras tú sonríes con serenidad, él muestra una sonrisa que refleja comodidad y un toque de diversión, creando un momento impregnado de afecto y complicidad en la brisa nocturna.

"sé que no es necesario, pero aún así, gracias", respondes con una suave risa. tus pies juguetean en la arena, moviendo los dedos mientras te zambulles completamente en el momento. observas cómo los pies de enzo también comienzan a moverse y ríes bajito.

hubo momentos en los que creíste que ser amada era una tarea ardua, que lo mejor de ti se veía eclipsado por tus propias inseguridades. pero entonces, el peli negro irrumpió en tu vida, haciendo que amarte pareciera tan fácil. 

se ponen de pie, sacudiendo la arena en su ropa, continúan poniéndose de vuelta el calzado y caminan hacia el restaurante, en pocos minutos están sentados en la mesa, deliberando sobre qué elegir para la cena. decides optar por el mismo plato vegano que el de enzo.

“¿qué querés ver hoy en casa, amor?” pregunta él en el momento en el que el mesero recoge sus pedidos.

“¿ver?” dices, parecía que ya tenías una idea muy clara sobre cómo ibas a pasar la noche con enzo y eso no incluía ver tele. “lo hablamos mientras vamos para allá.” 

“dale, igual tengo un par de ideas si no tenés nada pendiente por ver.” asientes ante lo que menciona y no le das mucha importancia por ahora. “hay varias cosas que tengo apuntadas, de hecho.”

los platos de ambos llegan, le dan las gracias al mesero y la cena entre pequeños diálogos da inicio.

“tuve un lindo día en el trabajo, los niños son fenomenales… hicimos algo que vi en internet sobre escribir una reseña de una película al estilo de letterboxd. primero aprendieron sobre las partes de una reseña, sus funciones y bastante de cine, había impreso unas plantillas con el logo de la app. vimos elementos, yo tampoco la había visto así que también escribí mi propia reseña.” hay mucha alegría en tu rostro mientras le cuentas a tu novio tus recuerdos de unas horas antes de ese mismo día. “fue una interesante didáctica, bastante desarrollo de pensamiento analítico y crítico, a parte que se la pasaron muy bien mientras veíamos la película y cuando compartieron sus reseñas con toda la clase. dibujaron y todo para explicar sus puntos.” comentas muy amenamente y das otro bocado a tu plato.

“sos la mejor.” dice enzo, bastante fascinado por tu amor por lo que haces. “ahora yo también quiero conocer las partes de una reseña.”

asientes y con una sonrisa divertida le dices. “aprendes muy rápido, yo te enseño sin problema.”

durante la cena, en medio de una atmósfera serena, comparten entre sí los detalles de lo que hicieron durante el tiempo en que estuvieron separados. enzo relata con entusiasmo las sesiones fotográficas que llevó a cabo antes de la próxima rueda de prensa de su nueva película, mientras que tú detallas cada día como profesora, siempre con una nueva anécdota que contar. 

al terminar los platos, pagan la cuenta y emprenden el camino de regreso a casa.mientras caminan en busca del transporte que los lleve a casa tu cabeza está inundada de distintos pensamientos, más que nada sobre lo que pueda suceder en el departamento con tu pareja. 

al llegar a la casa del actor, te diriges a la cocina en busca de un vaso. “gracias por la cita, en, la pasé más que bien.” le dedicas una dulce mirada y luego procedes a servirte un poco de agua.

“no sé qué sería de mí si no es así.” dice él, devolviéndote la mirada con mucho cariño. aunque estás enfocada en tu agua. "sobre la peli… ¿vos pensaste en algo o preferís que decida yo?", pregunta, buscando captar tu atención. 

giras en su dirección y respondes con voz apenas audible, consciente de que es hora de abordar el tema pero indecisa sobre cómo hacerlo. "um, más o menos." tratando de encontrar la manera correcta de decirlo, pero tu respuesta sólo logra confundir al morocho.

"¿estás bien, gorda?", preguntó él, preocupado por tu actitud. 

“¿por qué no lo estaría?” llevas una vez más el vaso a tu boca, tu mente maquina como decírselo, no quieres darle tanta vuelta al asunto que se resumía en algo tan simple como tener sexo.

“conozco esa cara tuya de ‘mi mente está yendo a mil por hora’, amor.” expresa enzo y te observa fijamente.

tomas toda el agua restante en el vaso, lo lavas y lo dejas en su lugar. suspiras, sabes que no hay manera de decirlo con mucho tacto, por lo que terminas soltando “quiero… quiero que tengamos sexo.” dice lo último de manera apresurada, si el uruguayo no estuviera acostumbrado a tu rápido hablar aseguraría que no te hubiera entendido.

enzo no muestra sorpresa en su rostro; en cambio, sólo se percibe preocupación por ti y tu inesperada solicitud. "¿estás segura? amor, ya te dije que no tengo problema con esperar. no tenés que hacerlo si sentís presión", expresa mientras apoya sus manos en uno de los muebles de la cocina.

"lo sé, sé que no te importa, pero realmente es lo que quiero", respondes. enzo simplemente asiente con una sonrisa leve; si estabas segura de tu elección, él está más que encantado. 

te diriges hacia él, tomas su mano y lo conduces hacia el sillón. una vez allí, lo haces sentar y luego te acomodas en su regazo, tus piernas chocando suavemente contra los cojines. "considero que tengo experiencia en el juego previo", comentas, gozando de molestarlo y entrando en calor.

“¿quién te enseñó? debería darle las gracias.” enzo acaricia tus piernas, moviendo su atención a tus muslos ya descubiertos por tu vestido algo subido debido a la posición en la que te encontrabas.

“lo conoces muy bien, es un gran tipo, el mejor de todos.”

“¿ah, sí? su novia debe ser muy afortunada.” él respondió, esbozando otra sonrisa, pero esta vez llena de picardía.

asientes con la cabeza, luciendo una sonrisa ingeniosa. "lo es.” el roce de tus manos se desliza suavemente hacia las mejillas de enzo, sosteniéndolas con una delicadeza que parece sostener el tiempo. sus ojos se encuentran, creando un vínculo intenso que se prolonga durante varios segundos, como si el universo entero se detuviera para dar espacio a ese momento. y entonces, en ese instante cargado de anticipación, comienza el encuentro entre sus labios, sellando un pacto silencioso de amor que trasciende las palabras.

el beso inicialmente inocente, se torna en uno completamente intenso. desesperados por sentirse el uno contra el otro. sus boca se mueven con frenesí, enzo no duda en introducir su lengua dentro de tu boca, empezando a jugar con la tuya, sin ninguna preocupación por lo que pueda estar pasando a su alrededor pues ahora todo lo que les importa se reduce a ustedes dos.

rompes el beso recibiendo una mirada juzgadora de enzo, hasta lo que sabe, ya se la está pasando muy bien. te ríes y dices “quiero hacer algo.” te bajas de su regazo, poniéndote de rodillas en el piso frente al sillón y acercándote a las cinturas de su bermuda beige, para empezar a bajarlo ante su intensa mirada, enzo sacude su cabeza intentando volver en sí.

“amor, esta noche se trata de vos.” con suma delicadeza, enzo toma tu mentón con una de sus manos, sosteniéndolo con ternura. en la cara de enzo, se refleja un cálido torrente de cariño y aprecio. un silencioso intercambio de emociones se despliega entre sus miradas.

“pero de verdad quiero hacerlo.” haces un pequeño puchero con la intención, otra vez, de molestarlo.

enzo resopla y culmina cediendo con una pequeña sonrisa cómplice “dale.” sonríes al lograr tu cometido, no es que te haya costado mucho. terminas de sacarle la bermuda, acaricias juguetona y lentamente sus muslos con la yema de tus dedos por un par de segundos, hasta que tus manos llegan a su bóxer, bajándolo de una vez para contar con toda su parte inferior desnuda y a tu disposición. prácticamente babeas al verlo en todo su esplendor y a su pene ya bastante duro, lo único que pasa por tu mente es tenerlo dentro de tu boca.

“estoy empezando a creer que vos tenías todo esto calculado.” dice enzo inquisitivamente, lleva una mano a tu cabello y lo jala sin mucha fuerza “empezá ya que me estás matando, princesa.” 

le das una mirada divertida antes de introducir la cabeza de su polla en tu boca. das lamidas pausadas y lentas, sintiendo cada rasgo de su deliciosa punta y disfrutando de su líquido preseminal que comienza a formarse.  “vamos amor, no estoy para jodas.” enzo musita y jala una vez más de tu cabello. “vos podés más que eso.” sus ojos ahora te ruegan que dejes los juegos. das una larga lamida en toda su prolongación y esta vez puedes sentir cada vena en su miembro, lo que sólo logra excitarte y mojarte más, tratas de apretar tus muslos en busca de algún tipo de alivio. enzo se da cuenta y ríe con un poco de malicia. 

no lo molestas más e introduces su polla en tu boca, o al menos todo lo que esta alcanza abarcar, tus manos van a los centímetros restantes que acaricias gentilmente. con tus labios y lenguas y empiezas el vaivén de su polla dentro de ti, aguantando el reflejo nauseoso y poniendo todas tus habilidades en acción. “sí mi amor, así me gusta, sos tan buena, la mejor, mierda.”

el solo verlo así logra causar un mar entre tus piernas, alcanzas a crear una rica fricción entre tus muslos y jadeas aún con su polla en tu garganta. te separas unos segundos para poder respirar. “dale princesa, sé que podes.” dice enzo que sonríe mientras te observa. suelta lindos jadeos a los que le siguen gemidos de tu nombre en voz alta. “así, carajo, sigue así.”

chupas su polla de manera impaciente, mientras una de tus manos baja a tu coño, al que tocas melosamente encima de tus bragas, gimes en su miembro causando que las vibraciones lo vuelvan loco, trabajando en él de manera profesional. enzo sabe que no durará mucho contigo chupando su pene de ese modo, trata de ordenar sus pensamientos teniendo claro que hoy sólo debe correrse en lo profundo de tu coño. “princesa…”

“qui-quiero que te corras en mi boca.” alcanzas a pronunciar. enzo puede ver tus labios algo hinchados, tu pelo desordenado y tu mano debajo de tu vestido, al ver tu imagen tan descompuesta casi lo hace soltar un jadeo.

“mañana, mañana temprano… hoy quiero venir dentro de ti, ¿sí?” asientes algo decepcionada, te dedica una dulce sonrisa mientras separa su miembro de ti, contempla el hilo de saliva entre tu boca y su duro miembro. y carajo, como deseo hundirse y follarte la boca en ese segundo, le costó toda su voluntad poder pararse, te ayuda en la misma tarea y van a su habitación procede a acostarte en su cama. 

comienza quitándote los zapatos los que tira al piso sin mucha importancia, conserva su atención en tu rostro y te preguntas a ti misma cómo es que hace que algo tan simple como quitarte los zapatos se vea lujurioso. 

sube la falda de tu vestido hasta la altura de tu pecho, acaricia y deja suaves besos en tus muslos, sus dedos forman círculos y más figuras no identificables en ellos. “¿me permitis tocarte, amor?” pregunta con dulzura. 

“sí, en por fa, tócame.” musitas y mueves tu parte inferior buscando su toque.

él asiente “como ordene mi princesa.” empieza a jugar con tu montículo cubierto, sus ojos se abren con un poco de diversión y sorpresa al sentir tu gran humedad. “estás mojadita, ¿tanto te calentó chuparme la pija en el sillón?” susurra para ti y no pasa mucho tiempo hasta que te baja las bragas lentamente “te haré sentir bien.”

“siempre lo haces.” dices de forma perezosa, en este momento dirías lo que fuese para que el peli negro calme tu excitación.

enzo ingresa dolorosamente lento dos de sus dedos en ti, los mete y saca una y otra vez. vuelves a soltar grandes gemidos con el nombre del uruguayo. retira sus dígitos empapados para pasearlos por el contorno de tu clítoris, cierras los ojos rendida ante el placer, no puedes formular ningún tipo de oración, agarras la sábana a tus costados con tus manos, cerrando tus puños contra la tela. 

las ansias por finalmente saborearte son demasiadas, no puede soportar ni un minuto más, por lo que acaba deslizando su larga y cálida lengua en tu coño. “deliciosa, mierda… toda hecha para mí.” extensas lamidas son depositadas en ti. conserva los movimientos de sus dedos jugando en tu clítoris. 

“tan exquisita y solo mía para probar.” tus ojos se abren para encontrarte con la hermosa vista de enzo comiéndote como si se tratase de su última cena. busca darte el subidón de placer más satisfactorio que jamás hayas tenido y pone en uso todo lo que ha aprendido que sabe te vuelve masilla en sus manos. 

gritas su nombre al percibir su cambio de planes ya que sus largos dedos se introducen nuevamente y perfectamente dentro de ti. ahora son tres de sus dígitos en lo profundo de ti, moviéndose a la par de su boca chupando tu clítoris con la gran destreza que lo caracteriza. “sos mi dulce virgen, ¿mmh?”

asientes tontamente, estás tan cerca y el peli negro lo sabe de inmediato, sonríe con picardía y agiliza todos sus esfuerzos por hacerte llegar. “en, estoy tan cerca…” consigues decir.

“lo sé, princesa, déjame saborearte.” envuelves tus muslos con fuerza alrededor de enzo, como si lo instaras a no ir a ninguna parte, como si le suplicaras, por favor, sigue comiéndome hasta que muramos. 

es cuestión de segundos para que finalmente te corras gentilmente en sus dedos, los cuales enzo procede a probar. “la más deliciosa.” finaliza ingresando el tercero de sus dedos mojados en tu boca.

por tu mente pasa que si esta no era la noche en la que dejabas de ser virgen, juras que podrías morir.

el uruguayo finalmente te desnuda completamente, pasa el vestido por tus brazos, lo arroja al piso y nota que no llevabas sostén, sonríe hacia sus adentros, confirmando su teoría de que tenías todo planeado pero a quién le importa si luces tan bien toda desnuda debajo suyo. “sos preciosa, la más linda de todas.”

sus labios ahora bajan a tus pechos, los cuales llena de húmedos besos, comienza a chupar y lamer tu pezón izquierdo, se mueve al otro para darle el mismo trato, juega otros pocos minutos en tus muy erectos pezones. “en...”

“decime qué querés y es tuyo.” levanta su cabeza de entre tus pechos para mirarte y espera tu respuesta.

“sabes que quiero” pronuncias, enzo está a punto de llevarse tu virginidad y el solo pensamiento de aquello te da una sensación similar a tu reciente orgasmo.

“esa no es una respuesta, linda, tenés que usar tus palabras.” vuelve a tomar uno de tus senos en su boca. no puedes esperar más, lo necesitas dentro tuyo, tu coño palpita en necesidad 

“quiero que me folles.” sueltas de una vez por todas.

él asiente “sos tan hermosa, ¿cómo me podría negar cuándo me lo pedís así?” lleva sus labios a los tuyos, compartiendo un beso lujurioso y muy cargado de amor a la vez, como solo él sabe hacer.

“si duele, decimelo” decide mantener el contacto visual contigo en todo momento, en alerta por si halla cualquier indicio de incomodidad en tu rostro. "pellízcame si es demasiado, ¿entendido?" se hace un recordatorio mental para más tarde sobre acordar una palabra segura. murmuras un rápido sí y enzo deja un beso en tu cuello mientras bombea lentamente dentro de ti, sus piernas sobre el colchón, las tuyas alrededor de sus caderas.

sueltas un suave jadeo ante la nueva sensación, que duele ligeramente. “tan linda y toda para mí, no sabés cuánto deseaba tenerte así.” los recuerdos de las noches en las que enzo usó su mano, pensando que era tu coño lo que lo apretaba, llegaron esporádicamente a su mente.

primero mantiene un ritmo lento, buscando que te adaptes a la nueva sensación, sí bien ya has tenido sus dedos en ti en varias ocasiones, era completamente distinto tener toda su polla hundida en ti. pone sus manos alrededor de tu cintura y sientes pequeños besos en tu cuello mientras tus ojos se cierran con fuerza, el calor del cuerpo de enzo contra el tuyo.

“puedes moverte, en, más rápido.” pides, él asiente ante tus palabras y agarra tu cintura, tu cabeza se echa hacia atrás sobre la almohada, formando un delicioso arco. dejas atrás ese leve ardor y gimes con fuerza, temes que los vecinos de enzo escuchen claramente los ruidos causados por ti y la cama. "por favor, por favor, en" suplicas, él sigue follándote con las rodillas en la cama. cuando mira hacia abajo y ve su polla entrando y saliendo tu coño, brillando con tu humedad, no puede evitar gemir, elevándote al puto espacio mientras muele su polla contra tu entrada.

luces tan hermosa siendo follada contra el colchón y más sudorosa de lo que jamás la haya visto. el sonido del chasquido de tu coño es música literal para los oídos de enzo, vuelve a mirar hacia abajo para ver su polla entrando y saliendo, entrando y saliendo de ti. “carajo, sos tan divina, nadie más te podrá tener así,” dice, más como una afirmación que un simple comentario. “esta vista me pertenece solo a mí.” dice, su lado más posesivo saliendo a la luz.

“m-más, en.” roza su polla entre los labios de tu coño, mojándola con tus jugos. se introduce una vez más en tu profundidad, con un ritmo más duro y rápido.

“sos toda mía.” asientes contra la almohada mientras él repite tu nombre incontables veces. “mierda, te sentis tan bien” tus caderas moviéndose en busca del choque entre ambos cuerpos. “vení conmigo, mi princesa.” bajo una de sus manos que se encontraban en tus caderas hacia tu clítoris, sus dedos se mueven rápidamente en él, busca tu liberación y está a punto por lograrlo. te preguntas sí así es como se siente estar en el cielo.

menos de un minuto después te corres y enzo no necesita de mucho más tiempo para seguir el mismo camino. se viene dentro de ti, pensando que eso ya será una preocupación para mañana. se retira gentilmente y observa tu pecho agitado, todo en tu cara grita que acaban de darte duro.

“¿estás bien, mi amor? enzo arranca con las preguntas para cerciorarse de tu bienestar. solo asientes, tomándote tu tiempo para ordenar tus pensamientos y procesar todo lo que acaba de suceder.

“debimos hacerlo hace mucho.” dices, enzo niega con una sonrisa floreciendo en su rostro. 

“todo a su tiempo.” dice con diversión y acaricia tus piernas. “sos la mejor, tenés que saberlo.” tapas tu rostro con tus manos con las mejillas calientes. “¿ahora te hacés la tímida?” te molesta y planta un corto beso en tus labios. “que tal si vamos a darte un baño, hablamos de cómo te sentís y nos acostamos juntitos.”

“suena como un plan que me gustaría.”

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w/n. soy un asco para los finales

casi una semana sin subir nada y me moría por alimentarlas, espero que haya valido la pena la espera 😭 gracias a la hermosa anon que mandó la request, perdón por la demora, realmente espero que te guste 🤍

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝: 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍

Character Choice: Leviathan x Fem! Reader

Stats: nsfw/ minors dni, jealous/ possessive! levi, cream pies, monster/tail fucking, mean dom! levi, levi with two cocks, degradation/ name calling, marking, double penetration, unprotected sex (stay safe everyone!), hint of/ alllusion to exhibitionism towards the end

Profile: It’s not fair! Why do his stupid brothers get to hog your attention all the time? He’ll make sure you’ll pay attention to him and only him. You’re not leaving his room for quite a while; there’s lots of fun stuff Levi wants to try with you. And when you do limp out of his room, his brothers will certainly get the message.

this is a repost because i'm moving my nsfw works onto this blog!!

obey me masterlist || sfw version

You had been playing video games with Levi for a while now, comfortably sitting in his lap with his chin resting on your head. And so far, everything had been super relaxed. That was until the credits rolled and Levi’s focus started to drift from the screen to you, inhaling the comforting scent of your hair products.

Just for the stench of his brothers to fill his nostrils, clinging to you just as stubbornly as the actual demons. It made him livid, imagining Asmo hanging off your arm, Satan holding you close as he read to you or Belphie using your lap as his personal napping spot. You should be spending time with him! 

Before he knew it, pure jealousy was coursing through his veins and his form shifted. Coral-like horns perched on his head like a crown as a scaled tail wrapped around your ankle, slowly winding upwards. His hands, which had held the controller up until now, gripped your hips tightly as he tried to control his breathing.

You’d felt Levi’s envy often enough through the pact linking you two together. Whether it was losing the bid on a figurine he wanted or seeing someone else with the character he tried to get, the feeling wasn’t new to you. But this time, the sensation was overwhelming, his pact mark on your body searing with his jealousy. Normally, you could console him easily enough but right now you weren’t so sure. 

“Levi? Levi are you alright? What’s wrong?” you questioned, one hand coming up to thread into his purple locks as you tried to shift so you could face him. Only to be stopped by his iron grip. You could, however, get a glimpse of his orange-flashing eyes, pupils merely slits. “Levi, I’m worried-”

“Oh, now you care?” His tone was cold and sent shivers down your spine, rare determination falling from every word. “What’s wrong, you ask? Maybe it’s the fact that you’re always so busy cosying up to all my brothers. Even that scumbag gets more of your attention than I do.”

Levi knew deep inside that wasn’t true. You always spent plenty of time with him. Then, Lucifer’s cologne tickled his nose and he lost all sense of rationality, thoughts only fueled by his sin. When he spoke again, his words were like pure venom dripping from his fangs. “Did you have fun? Letting them get their grimey hands all over you?”

“No, Levi, I-” You interrupted yourself with a sudden gasp as sharp teeth sank into the column of your neck, not deep enough to draw blood but enough to leave a nasty, very visible mark. Still, you couldn’t help but grind yourself back on him, feeling his prominent bulge against your ass. You almost drooled at the inhuman size of him, mind wandering to how good he’d stretch you open on that.

“Enjoying yourself?” He hissed while pressing you down harder, rubbing himself against your clothed pussy. Searching for something to ground yourself with, you reached back and dug your fingers into his hair as you rolled your head back to give Levi more access to your neck. “Look at you, you’re actually getting off to this. You’re so easy, no wonder demons like you so much.”

Much to your embarrassment, you could feel the arousal staining your panties at his harsh words. There was no use denying it, this side of your usually timid Levi was heavily turning you on, so much so that you could feel yourself pulsing against the straining material of his sweats. Somehow, that realisation just made you squirm against him more, searching desperately for any sort of friction.

It came in the form of his tail flicking forcefully against your core, not enough to seriously hurt you but definitely hard enough to mix pain with pleasure. Levi took advantage of your moan to tip your head back and shove his forked tongue down your throat. At the same time, his clawed hands roughly groped your breasts over your RAD dress shirt, certainly leaving red marks for you to find later. Apparently that wasn’t enough for the demon though, carelessly ripping the material apart and making buttons roll over the floor of his room.

Your bra was next. Although he didn’t destroy it, he merely pulled it down enough to where your breasts could spill over the cups, further driving home the point that this wasn’t about you. This was only for him and his pleasure.

As his fingers meanly pulled at your nipples, tweaking the little buds and rolling them between his digits, his tail had stopped prodding at your slit and instead slithered under the waistband of your bottoms. With it pressed against your body like that, it really had no option but to rub over your clit as it reached for your undergarments.

Just when you thought Levi would really have you ruin your clothes, he pushed them off your legs to give his tail free reign to work. As the appendage curled around the seat of your panties to pull them off as well, it grazed your folds and you lightly jerked in your demon’s hold. 

Said demon had gone back to biting and licking at your neck, his eyes following the string of arousal sticking to your underwear with rapt attention. The fact that he could reduce you to this state so easily was definitely an ego boost but he was nowhere near satiated with just this.

“I think it’s time I remind you who you really belong to,” he snarled, voice bitter as he could still smell them on you. “Once I’m done with you, nobody will ever forget it again.”

Without so much as a warning, Levi plunged the end of his tail into your soaked core, earning something between a shriek and a moan from you. The initial clamp down of your walls around his scales drew a shaky groan from him in return, squeezing your tits harder in his palms.

His tail was curling and uncurling inside of you in unreadable patterns as he stretched you out gradually. The texture of his cold scales was something you never grew used to as they scraped against your warm walls, the tip effortlessly hitting spots you never knew you had.

In record time, Levi had you writhing and squirming in his lap and he chose to make it worse by slipping one hand down your front to ruthlessly tap your pulsing clit. The noises you made drove him nearly insane with lust but he willed himself to patience, as far as that was still possible.

“That’s it, you’re gonna cum,” he all but ordered, fingers and tail pressing down on the same spot on opposite sides of your walls. “And your orgasm is gonna be all mine, you got that?”

“Yes, Levi,” you whined, eyes screwed shut and fingers tightening around his wrist and his purple locks.

“Then do it,” he spoke directly against your ear. 

You straightened in his hold as lightning shot up your spine, the thicker part of his tail keeping your legs nicely spread while he flicked his fingers harsher against your clit. 

Then, your bones turned to pudding as you weightlessly leaned back against Levi’s clothed chest, feeling your release leak around his tail. You tried to control your breathing with little success. A hand swept sweat matted hair out of your eyes while a second one ran up and down your side to provide a familiar comfort.

But soon, your world shifted as you fell forward, your fall only cushioned by a hand on your chest before your cheek met one of Levi’s many pillows, which had previously not laid there. Behind you, the demon rose to his knees as well, his thighs colliding with your ass. 

You whined as the movements of his tail started again, much slower than before though. He shushed you almost gently, yet when you pushed yourself up on weak arms to look back at him, one hand firmly pressed your upper back onto the floor again.

“Be good and behave.” Levi’s cold voice made you shiver in the best way possible and this time he could feel the way you clamped down on him at his command. “Seriously, I thought between us I was the perv but seeing you let me use you like this without any resistance makes me question that.”

There was rustling of clothes to be heard and you almost protested the withdrawal of his tail but the pressure of his pre cum leaking cocks against you shut you right up. No matter how often you two got frisky, you wondered every time how they were supposed to fit.

As much as Levi wanted to see you choke on his cock while attempting to wrap your hand around the other, he was far too impatient. He needed to stretch you open now.

Aligning the head of his upper dick, he heaved a sigh before pushing in. Just feeling your heat around the tip made him lightheaded but before he could get carried away, he remembered why you two were in this position in the first place. 

In one single thrust, the demon filled you to the brim, knocking all air from your lungs as you were shoved into the pillow. Despite having two members to work with, taking just one was still quite the challenge. It hurt but at the same time it felt so good.

With his demeanour that night, you thought he’d set a ruthless pace from the start but he surprised you with tempered and measured thrusts, aiming for depth rather than speed. Your shoulders tensed up when you felt his tail return, this time however circling your other hole.

“Levi-“ 

“Don’t tell me you don’t want this, I can feel that messy cunt of yours gripping me even tighter.” And he was right. Just the imagination of Levi using his tail, which was still coated in your previous release, to prepare you for what was inevitably to come had you bounce your hips back on him. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You’re supposed to be my master, yet you’re acting more like a bitch in heat, already going dumb on my cock.”

Apparently now it was time for your bra to leave the scene completely as Levi fumbled with the clasp for a second before carelessly throwing it somewhere into his room. 

The fact that he was still fully clothed whereas you were completely nude made you feel excitingly exposed, fire burning through your body at the thought of Levi just having your way with you like this.

It should have been embarrassing how your pussy squelched with his cock inside, how fast you were approaching another orgasm, but with Levi leaning more of his weight onto you as he seemed to reach deeper in both your cunt and ass, you were more concerned with trying to sustain your lungs with enough air.

Well, it wasn’t like you had to tell him you were close anyway. The way it got harder to move in and out or the way your legs started trembling gave you away. With his cocks hitting your g-spot and clit on every forward motion as your walls were sandwiched on both sides between him, it was clear you’d reach your peak sooner rather than later.

Your high pitched moans echoed around the room and Levi’s guttoral groans soon joined as he starved off his own release to fuck you through yours. At this point, your vision turned hazy but you couldn’t help but want more. And more you should get.

Through the fog of your mind, you barely registered the moment of emptiness and Levi’s biting words were drowned out by your own heartbeat pulsing in your ears. What you did notice was the sensation of two cocks stuffing you to your limit, both heads throbbing with a desperate need to just stuff you full of his cum.

The view of you on your elbows and knees, back arched and fingers a death grip on his pillow rushed directly to his head and to his dicks. He was the one who had reduced to such a pathetically fucked out state, unable to speak any coherent sentences. Not his brothers.

“Do you just whore yourself out to everyone?” Sharp claws were dancing up your spine, the layer of sweat reflecting the blue light of his room. The thought of his brothers getting just a glimpse of you like this made his earlier rage flare up again.

“N-No,” you whimpered meekly.

“No? Just the demons you know?” His still clothed chest met your back as his hands held your hips in an iron grip, no doubt leaving bruises in their wake. His fangs were grazing your skin again, searching for a new spot to leave his mark on. “If Mammon were here, would you let him fuck this messy cunt of yours, hm? Would you gag on Belphie’s cock like a slut, yeah? Let him push your head down as he pleases?”

You didn’t answer this time, not that he really expected you to. Normally, Levi might have intertwined your fingers or pressed a sweet kiss to your temple. But not on this day. 

“C’mon, you can be louder than that, slut.” Purple coloured nails tangled in your hair and pulled your head up. “Let everyone in this house who’s fucking you this good.”

Nothing he had to tell you twice. You felt so full, every sensitive spot you could think of and all those you didn’t know you had were being abused over and over again. 

What had you screaming and scrambling for purchase was the pain of his fangs piercing the skin of your shoulder as his tail wrapped around your middle, the tip resting dangerously close to your sensitive clit after dragging through the slick mess staining your thighs.

“You’re close again, right?” That was when his tail started circling your pulsing nub and your eyes flew open as the knot in your stomach started pulling you into opposite directions once more. “That’s right, you're just a little toy for me to use, aren’t you? Just an obedient cocksleeve waiting to get stuffed.”

To emphasise his point, your expression was reflected back to you on one of his shiny consoles, eyes fluttering open and shut as your tongue lolled out and drool dripped from your lips, head still pulled back.

“Fuck, you look so good like this,” Levi cursed out of breath, cocks twitching against your walls as the slapping of skin picked up in speed. Letting your head fall forward again, both hands gripped your hips tightly, nails nicking your skin.

“I’m so close, please I can’t—“ You couldn’t decide if you were begging to cum or to rest.

Your demon made the choice for you. He drew quicker circles on your abused clit, pressing his scales down harsher, which had your toes curling and your hips trying to wind away from the assault. 

“Stop squirming!” Pulling your hips back to meet his strokes, you weren’t sure if Levi was trying to make you cum again or if he was just selfishly chasing his own release with all means possible. “I’m gonna fill you up and you’ll be a good human and not waste a drop. Once we’re done, you’ll only smell like me!”

Mindlessly nodding your head, you fell over the edge with a scream of his name, shuddering and jerking as his pace didn’t slow at all. Maybe it was because you were so out of it but you could swear you could feel his cocks swell before his hips stuttered and he painted your walls white with a throaty groan.

There was no chance you could ever keep all of his cum inside, no matter how deep he shot it. You were pretty sure no human could ever cum this much. 

For a few minutes there was nothing but panting to be heard before he finally pulled out, the bite marks on your shoulders pulsing as the adrenaline wore off. Levi stared as his cum leaked out of you and ran down your trembling thighs, collecting the drops with the tip of his tail before pushing them back into you. You moaned weakly at the clench of your overstimulated walls around the appendage but just as you were wondering whether you could handle another round, the chime of your phones echoed through Levi’s room.

Satan @ House of Lamentation (New): Dinner in 5, get down here

Just as you were about to push yourself up on shaky arms, Levi’s hand on your upper back kept your chest on the floor.

“What are you doing? We don’t have time, we need to get cleaned up,” you protested.

Without a word, Levi wrangled your ankles into your panties again and slid them back up your thighs. Snapping the waistband, he gave your clothed cunt a final slap and innerly gloated at the way your combined release was soaking the already ruined fabric.

With widened eyes, you looked back over your shoulder to see if he was serious only to find him staring at you with a fierce look in his eyes, daring you to challenge him.

“I told you, I’ll make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”

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Sweeter Than Cherry Pie

Eddie munson x Fem Reader (smut)

wordcount- 590

warnings// name calling, older Eddie, dick piercing mentioned, oral ((male receiving)), Eddie is a perv, slight gagging, minors do not read thank you, if I missed any warnings just let me know! I thought of this in a few minutes so if there are errors I apologize in advance, not proofread, feedback is welcome!

“That’s it baby, keep those pretty eyes on me.” You bite your lip in anticipation as you kneel in front of your older neighbor. You’d waited for this moment for months, ever since you moved to the neighborhood you’d been enamored with Eddie, the thoughts that flashed through your mind about him were nothing short of pornographic. You squirm impatiently, opening your mouth to say something, anything but no words escape you as he laughs down at you. He grins down at you, as he reaches down to grab your hand. “So soft baby, it’s gonna feel real good wrapped around my cock.” You bite back a moan as he drags your hand across his thigh, guiding it to the straining bulge pressing uncomfortably against his zipper. “Tell me what you need, baby.” Your face is pinched between his pointer finger and thumb, causing your lips to push out uncomfortably, before he’s moving his ringed hand to grab at your hair instead. “Please, Mr. Munson, want your cock.” You whine out desperately, butterflies overtaking your stomach at how pathetic you sound. You’re at his mercy and it’s the most delicious feeling you’ve ever felt. The older man laughs at you, he thinks you’re adorable begging for his cock like you’ll die without it, he’d also watched you ever since you came into town. He felt like a perv from how he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, but at some point all the cares he had went out the window after you strutted over to his house, looking like sin. You’d come to bring him over a pie you’d made, striking up a conversation that quickly led to him inviting you inside. “Do you deserve it sweetheart? It’s not very neighborly of you to come over and beg for me to fuck you princess, in fact it’s pretty fucking pathetic. Are you pathetic baby?” He whispers out, leaning down as he pulls your head back hard, forcing you to make eye contact with his brown orbs. You try to nod, wincing at the harsh sting of Eddie’s fingers pulling your hair tight. “I-I’m pathetic for you sir, please.” Eddie grins, letting go of you before fumbling with his belt, watching as drool practically runs out of your mouth. He hooks his calloused fingers inside of his pants before pushing them down, his boxers following right along with them. Your eyes almost cross at the sight before you, his cock is hard and leaking, a piercing right at the tip, the sunlight from his bedroom window making it almost sparkle. He wraps a hand around himself, stroking it a few times in front of your face as you thank whatever being allowed you to have this. He wraps his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you forward, before he’s slapping the head against your mouth a few times, silently telling you to open up. You obey immediately, opening your mouth as far as you can, your jaw aching. The strange sensation of his piercing rubbing against the top of your mouth is all you can think about but it’s quickly forgotten as he pushes himself completely down your throat, causing you to gag around him. “Oh fuck, baby, that little mouth is sweeter than the cherry pie you brought me.” Your eyes roll back at his words, an aching feeling working its way through your body and down to your core. You’d make Eddie all the pies in the world if it meant you’d be rewarded like this.

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A chair of a different sort

Rating: 18+ minors DNI

Pairing: Mammon X F!Reader

CW: Riding, P in V, smut, feeling overpowered, feeling drugged, chair sex, hand jobs, cream pies, roleplay

Word count: Roughly 2.3K

A/N: You had a plan when you first walked into the room that Mammon had claimed as his own while playing the part of the leader of the Grimm Ghouls. You just found your mind wandering at the sight you walked in on.

So I had this silly little thought about Mammon trying to distract you and decided why not share and make it a little more spicy.

Images belong to Solmare.

“That’s my girl” A rasp in his voice as Mammon nips at the low part of your jaw. “Keep movin, just like that.” His hands on your hips, controlling the pace with his eyes narrowed watching his length disappear inside your tight heat. 

A pained whine when his teeth drag along the sensitive skin of your throat. “Mammon!” A desperate cry as your pussy clenches around him. You’ve been on edge for a while now, but the avatar of greed has been denying you your orgasm. Dragging his own release out, craving more of your time and the sensation of your walls massaging his length as you slide up and down seated in his lap. 

A shushing noise from his lips before he lets his voice turn to honey. “You can hold out a little more can’t you? I thought you were tryin’ to distract me, so you could get the script back?” Another low whine from you drowning his voice out when his tip catches on your walls and spasms against a bundle of nerves. A flood of liquid poured from your core around his thick cock and wetting the patch of white hairs around his base. 

Had that been your plan? 

When you pushed the heavy door of his hideout open your steps had slowed when your eyes landed on him perched on his throne like chair. The low light highlighted the golden trim of his villainous outfit, the gleam of the gems embedded in the fur lined collar as his arm shifted leisurely. His gloveless fingers slid from his base to the tip, shining from the liquid seeping from his balls, using the fluid as a lubricant as he moved it back down at an agonizingly slow pace. “So ya showed up.” His voice dropped an octave and the low rumble made your core clench as his eyes locked with yours, his pupils narrowed and his gaze heated. Betraying his look of nonchalance with his fist planted into his cheek to lean against it as if bored.

Even from this distance, you can see the lust swimming in those blue, golden twinged eyes and your body reacts to it, your heart starts to pound inside your chest and your stomach is doing some twists and turns. Biting your bottom lip when the sound of wet skin reaches your ears, you watch a bead of clear liquid form on the head of his cock. “I asked ya a question.” 

Shit. Your body is warming up, your sex throbbing painfully and your focus on trying to keep your composure has made you miss him speaking until the end. “Ummm.” Your mind is whirling, you feel like you’re in a fog trying to process what’s going. 

“I asked ya, if ya came to get a certain script from me?” A brief flash of white in his grin, before he makes a noise that reminds you of sin and the promise of your body being used to the point of being boneless after a night with the white haired demon. 

“Maybe.” Your chest is expanding rapidly, trying to get more oxygen to your brain that keeps going back to the length in his hand. “I need it back.” Swallowing back the drool in your mouth when his hand stops moving near his base, pulling the skin taunt and you see his shaft twitch in response. “Please Mammon.” 

“Maybe if ya come a bit closer, I might think about it.” You swallow again, balling your hands into fists before taping your first step as you stride towards him. Humming echos around the room, a brief peak of his tongue at the corner of his lips but he’s back to stroking himself. “Such a good girl. I betcha thought ya could come in here, try n distract me to get the script back.” 

“I did.” It’s a whisper as if speaking any louder would have made you miss the sound of him pumping his cock. “Will you give it back? Please?” Pleading, but you aren’t sure if it’s just to get the script back to fix the mess his tampering had made of the Devildom, or because part of you wants something else a lot more. 

“I dunno” swirling his fingers around his tip as he raises his head from his fist. “It’s not in my nature to give up somethin’, I am rather greedy.” Licking his lips and breaking eye contact with you to look at his dick in his hand, a verbal cue of what he wants. 

“Can I offer an exchange? Replace my hand with yours for the script?” Reaching to place your hand over his only for his free hand to circle your wrist. 

“Ya gotta do better than that. How about you sit in my lap for a little bit?” Releasing your wrist and patting his fabric clad thigh. Sliding your hand along his jaw before you position your legs on the outside of his crawling to his lap to face him. Raising one of his white eyebrows you get the hint, he wants you to actually sit and not just hover over his thighs. With both of your hands on his shoulders to brace your body you lower yourself down close enough that his cock brushes against the material of your outfit. 

“Is this worth a trade?” Leaning closer and ghosting your lips along his cheek, peppering his nose and chin in quick kisses but avoiding his lips. 

“This script is pretty valuable, this is better.” Trying to chase your mouth while his hands grip and massage at your inner thighs, his fingers pushing his length against your clothed core. All in an attempt to get you to give in to his desires more. “But it’s not quite equal.” Grasping part of the fabric near your inner thigh and giving it a tug. “You need to lose these.” 

Taking a sharp inhale through your nose as he slides his fingers over your sex, sliding his fingers between your opening the material of your underwear sticking to your damp skin and making the throbbing deep in your core burn a little more. Your embarrassment is starting to rise as you lift your body again, shimming the fabric encasing your thighs down to your knees with your underwear. Shivering as the cool air hits your sensitive skin, the slight trembling of your body is something the avatar of greed doesn’t miss. 

“Poor thing. Let the great Mammon warm ya up alright” With a hand on your thigh he guides you downward, sliding his cock along your folds and smearing the fluid weeping from your slit along his length. Holding you in place to keep toying with your sex, his eyes fixed on the space with his tongue sticking out as he keeps teasing you. A soft mewl escapes as you try to ignore simply giving in to the handsome demon and letting him do what he wanted with you. “Ya just gotta beg, and I’ll give ya what ya want.” 

It turns into a battle of wills, you trying to keep yourself from saying anything. Biting your lip, hooking your fingers into the black band around his throat, thinking of Solomon’s cooking. Anything to keep you from asking him to let you ride him. Mammon, using his fingers and cock to keep teasing you, tapping his dick to your clit and sliding his tip between your folds but never pushing into your slick walls. 

Eventually one of you needs to break. “I thought ya wanted that script?” Pinching your clit as he asks the question and you cave. 

Sliding one of your hands up the back of his neck and into his white hair. “Mammon. Please.” Bending your back just enough to make it curve so you can press your lips to his, sliding your tongue along hit bottom lip before working the flesh between your teeth to nibble on it. “If I ride you, is that a worthy trade?” Lapping at the bruised skin you wait for him to answer.

“It sounds like it’s valuable enough, I’ll let you know after we finish if it is.” It’s his turn to nip at your lip before going for a deeper kiss, sliding his tongue into the wet cavern of your mouth as he lets you lower yourself onto his length. Gasping as the tip of his cock breaches your slick entrance, a momentary distraction he takes advantage of to twirl the wet muscle around your tongue and hums in pleasure. 

He doesn’t break the kiss once your hips are flush against him, his length buried deep inside your moist heat warming you up just like he promised earlier. Sliding his hands along your inner thighs and kneading them as he waits for your cunt to adjust to him while he keeps you engaged with his tongue. You can feel and hear the beating of your heart as your hand tangles more in his hair, gripping some of the strands as if to ground yourself from the haze at the edge of your vision. 

Except, the haze is your brain needing oxygen as your lungs begin to burn with the exertion of needing to breathe. Sensing your building discomfort Mammon pulls his head back, a slow movement that has your lips still connected by thin strands of salvia that stretch and break as you try to suck in much needed air. “Now that I’ve had a taste, you can do the rest.” Licking the side of your neck before trailing his palms to your hips, waiting for you to start to move. 

“You really are a greedy bastard.” Whispered with no malice, but you feel his teeth graze over your pulse point you start to move. Slowly raising your hips before lowering them again, sighing as his length rubs against all the right places along your inner walls. 

“And one that knows what he wants.” Squeezing his fingers into your thighs before starting to suck at the junction of your neck and shoulder. The only sound for a while is both of your laboured breathing wet skin on skin, the occasional pant or moan breaking the wet squelching as you work both of you near the edge. 

As the fire inside of you starts to burn hotter and hotter you find your hips moving faster, starting to chase your release as you clench around his cock. “Mammon~” Panting as your walls start to spasm and you feel the muscles of your body growing taunt as you hover right at the edge. 

“Not” Reversing his grip on your thighs and sliding your body upward until just his tip was still inside your pussy, breathing through clenched teeth with his eyes narrowed. “Yet.” A simple loud noise of frustration echos around you, and it’s belatedly you realize it came from your own throat. Denied your orgasm that was just out of reach. 

“Mammon! Please! Let me cum!” Screaming at him as you try to force your hips back down, except his strength is far more than any human could ever overcome. Your hands claw at his shoulders and neck, only to tangle in the fabric instead of helping you get what you want. 

“Not yet” Licking his lips and you notice a flash of lust in his eyes that makes your heart stammer in your chest. “Like you said, I’m a greedy bastard and I’m far from being satified with you.” 

It goes like that for several more rounds, Mammon pulling more and more fluid from your body as you keep riding him. Throwing in praise about how good you are, how your tight pussy was made just for him to use. How you drive him wild and he wants nothing more than to spend his days with you painting the Devildom black. No more schemes, no more plots to make money. Just you and him. Together. 

Almost at the edge of your orgasm again you let out a pained cry fully expecting Mammon to stop you again, tears pricking your eyes at the force of your walls clamping around his length. “That’s it’s, cum on my cock.” A wave of relief washes through you, sighing as his hands help you ram your body down onto this dick at a breakneck speed.

Your hands grabbing the sides of his face and tilting his head back with your thumbs brushing his cheekbones before your lips connect with his with enough force that your teeth clash together. A messy hard kiss as you both chase that high, screaming into his mouth when the tension in you finally snaps and your walls clench around his cock like a vice. Moments later a burning feels your core as Mammon joins you, his seed flooding your body as you milk him for all he’s worth. 

Breaking from the kiss and letting your head drop against his shoulder and you try to breath deeply as the fire in you starts to cool at last. Slipping a hand inside his jacket to tug out a single piece of paper folded over a few times to make it thicker than it is.

“Ya know. I should have tried that with the real script, writin’ that in.” You laugh, the sound muffled in the fur lining his jacket. His palm ghosting along your back before he joins you, his laughter cheery as it moves around the enchanted space. 

“I think” You start laughing again before you sit back a little to watch his expression. “Us just roleplaying it is a far better alternative than you ruling the Devildom.” A hurt look on his handsome face and you laugh a little more, brushing your thumb against the apple of his cheek. “Besides, you wouldn’t have time to fuck me for hours on end if you were.” A wink and his expression turns to one of embarrassment as he blushes at the thought. 

Sometimes, you just have to let loose with what could have been a terrible ending. Or at least. Would have if he had written something like that in the script and everyone you loved in the Devildom walked in on your fucking your brains out on Mammon’s cock. 

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blitzø x fem!afab!reader. during a lazy day on the couch, the imp decides to distract you from your work in a way he just knows will work. and despite your protests, how could you possibly resist when he's just so good at what he does?

featuring: imp reader, tail play, sex, orgasm denial, cream pies, dom!blitzø, I use the word 'fuck' too much, and degradation because calling you a whore is just how blitzø's broken ass shows affection.

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Hell might suck in large amounts, but times like this weren’t so bad.

You were curled up on the couch, some terribly cliché action movie playing on the TV in front of you. Blitzø was stretched out at the other end of it, legs kicked up over the arm the couch and his head propped up on pillows. Honestly, you had no idea how it could possibly be comfortable for him to lay there with his neck twisted towards the screen like that, but he seemed content. And honestly, it was nice to see him so relaxed.

Your tablet pings on the coffee table and you sigh, straightening reluctantly in your seat. Its yet another alert from the other organizers of the Lust Ring’s annual Fertility Festival, and you scoot to the edge of the couch cushion to swipe the device up off the table and check the latest in the long list of requests they’ve had for you to handle. Apparently, a day off doesn’t exist when you’re running errands for one of the Seven Deadly Sins.

Scrolling through the new list of potential vendors you need to go through for approval, you glance up as you hear Blitzø shift beside you, reaching for the remote.

“You don’t have to stop it,” you assure him apologetically, but he does anyway. He groans quietly as he sits up, and you smile softly as you feel him crawl across the couch and slot himself behind you, thighs on either side of yours. Your body warms as he wraps his arms around your middle, hooking his chin over your shoulder. “I promise I’ll be quick.”

“Eh, I’ve seen this one before,” you feel him shrug, the heat of his body pressed against your back. “Helpin’ you pick out porny-ass stalls for this slut fest?” he presses a quick kiss to the side of your neck. “More fun.”

“Fertility Festival,” you correct him patiently, rolling your eyes good-naturedly. “And I don’t know if whatever you’re gonna suggest is exactly the vibe we’re going for.”

He snickers, breath tickling your collarbone. You feel his tail slide up to curl over your thigh, the spade of it tapping slowly against the side of your opposite knee.

“Oh, yeah?” he challenges, pointing at the screen in your hands. “Tell me what exactly the fuck is wrong with ‘Aunty Annie’s Aphrodisiac Ass-Pops’?”

“Aside for the godawful name?” you reply with a wrinkle of your nose. You tap their file, scanning the information provided. “How about the fact that the main ingredient in this shit seems to be ‘Auntie Annie’s’… ewww.”

He cackles, arms tightening around you. One hand plays with the hem of your shirt, claws just grazing your bare stomach as he lifts it slightly.

“I don’t even want to know why they think that would help turn anyone on,” you continue, quickly marking the stall as a no-go for all future Asmodeus-sanctioned events. You lean over to grab the remote, pressing ‘play’ again, before you continue scrolling through the list of vendors, checking each one as either a potential ‘yes’ or a firm ‘no’.

Blitzø watches the movie from over your shoulder for a while before you feel his lips return to the side of your throat, dusting soft, teasing kisses over the sensitive flesh. You raise your shoulder to ward him off, laughing despite yourself as he simply switches to the other side of your neck. His teeth graze over your pulse point, tongue following the mark he leaves behind. Heat trickles through you to settle between your thighs, your eyes closing for a moment as you feel his hands play with the waistband of your pants.

“Dude.”

“Hmm?” Blitzø hums the question against your skin, and your breath catches as he gently sinks his teeth into your collarbone. A shiver runs through you as he presses a lingering, teasing kiss to each individual mark his teeth have left in your skin. His tail edges up along the inside of your thigh.

“…Dude.”

“Fuck do you want?” he asks, the words at odds with his innocent tone. Still, you can hear the mischief at the edge of his voice, feel it in his smirk against your skin as his tongue slides up the side of your neck to the corner of your jaw. “I’m tryin’ to watch something here.”

“I know what you’re doing, B.”

He snickers against the nape of your neck, claws dipping beneath the waistband of your pants. “And I knooooow you like it…”

“I’m working, Blitzø.”

“And you’re makin’ this into fuckin’ work,” he retorts. “Are you gonna take your pants off or am I wreckin’ these ones too?”

“Satan, you’re an asshole.” you eye-roll and Blitzø reaches up to take hold of your chin. He turns your head towards him roughly, claiming your mouth in a hungry, heated kiss. He slides his tongue into your mouth, his hand moving from your chin to encircle your throat.

“And you’re a fuckin’ tease,” he replies against your mouth, the last word almost lost as he kisses you again. He squeezes your throat reflexively, and you whimper into the kiss. You can feel him hardening against the curve of your ass, his other hand moving down to clutch at your upper thigh, fingers dipping between your legs to tease over your denim-covered cunt. “Bein’ all sexy and professional like a slutty little— fuuuuck…”

You’d wrapped his tail around your fingers, and squeezed, pulling it firmly enough to make him groan, loud and drawn out. His head fell back against the back of the couch, hands taking hold of your hips. He pushed his own hips up against your ass, grinding into you.

“Bitch…”

“Oh, c’mon, Blitz-baby,” you taunt, turning around to kneel between his thighs. You slide your fingers up along his tail, stroking the length of it with your fingertips, and squeeze again. He whines through grinding teeth. “I know you like it.”

He lets out a noise that’s somewhere between a chuckle and a growl. “Oh, you filthy fuckin’ whore.”

“Sweet-talker,” you laugh, the sound cut off as he grabs ahold of you and kisses you fiercely again. Blitzø manages to keep kissing you as he manhandles you across the couch, fumbling with the fastenings of your jeans. He manages to undo them and have the pants and your underwear shoved halfway down your thighs before he turns you around to face the other end of the couch, baring your ass to him.

“Oh, now you’re gonna get it,” he warns you, his body pressing against your back. You hear the rustling of his own pants, feel him slide his erection up between your thighs. You whimper, bracing your hands against the arm of the couch and arching your back so your ass is pushed back against him. He growls again, low in the back of his throat, his cock throbbing and so fucking hard. “Shit, you’re a needy little slut…”

“I’m sorry,” you say, the way you feign casual ruined by the breathless anticipation in your voice. You shift your hips, and the two of you moan quietly as the head of his cock presses into you slightly. “Were you planning on just insulting me all day, or are you actually going to fuck me? I’ve got work to do.”

Your dismissiveness has the exact effect on him that you want it to, and Blitzø thrusts hard into you with a snarl, bottoming out in one brutal, toe-curling thrust.

You moan throatily and he agrees with one of his own, his tail curling around your middle. His claws clutch at your hips, digging into the flesh.

“Christ on a titty-fuckin’ stick, always so fuckin’ tight…” he groans, withdrawing almost entirely before slamming his hips back into your ass. Your fingers tighten on the arm of the couch, your own claws digging into the fabric. “Feels fuckin’ good, doesn’t it, slut? How’s my cock feel in your tight little cunt?”

There’s that thread of affection under his harsh words that you know he’d deny, but it still makes your eyes roll back. “Blitzø…”

You move to reach between your thighs and he catches hold of your wrist, pulling your arm up behind your back. His tail unwinds from your waist to instead wrap around your wrist and hold it against the small of your back. He scrapes his nails down over waist, dark lines forming under his touch, squeezes the curves of your ass.

“No fuckin’ way, princess. You wanna cum? You’re gonna milk every drop of cum outta my dick first like a good little cock-sleeve.” he sneers, and you bite back a needy whine, unwilling to admit just how much it’s turning you on. “Now answer the fuckin’ question: how’s my cock feel?”

“So good…” you whimper, your own tail entangling with his around your wrist. “Sooo fucking good, Blitzø…”

“Damn fuckin’ right it does,” he replies, smugness torn with his own arousal. He’s thrusting into you so hard that your whole body bounces forward each time his hips meet yours, and he grinds deliciously against you on each stroke. It’s enough to bring you to the precipice and keep you there, an infuriating tease of almost enough. You push your hips back to meet his, forehead pressed to the arm of the couch. “Take it so fuckin’ good…”

“Thank you, baby,” you moan, eyes rolling back. Blitzø curses, hands tightening on your ass. You know damn well the effect praise and gratitude can have on him during sex, and the sincerity burning through your breathless voice is enough to make his hips stutter against yours. There’s an ache in the way he’s stretching you, filling you, and your thighs are quivering. “Shit…”

“You want me to cum, slut?” he taunts, his voice betraying just how close he is. It’s reedy and gruff, and he groans as you flex around him on the pull back. He rewards you with an even harder thrust back in, the sound of his flesh meeting yours well and truly drowning out the sounds of the TV. “Wanna feel me fill you up? You gonna get all quivery and moan like a good little whore when you feel my cum dripping out of your cunt?”

“Please, Blitzø,” it almost comes out as a sob, your whole body tight with your need to feel that release. “Please, I want you to cum…”

“Where?” you can hear the smirk in his voice, and he laughs brokenly as he sees the hand he still has behind your back shift to give him the finger. He rolls his hips into yours the way he knows makes you keen in retaliation. “Say it, slut.”

“Fucking… shit, Blitzø, cum inside me.” you beg, eyes squeezed closed. “Please, baby… I need you to… fuck…”

Blitzø snickers, and you feel him lean over your body to press an open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder blade, his teeth grazing over your skin as he tells you, “Good girl.”

Between the husky cadence of the praise and the way his fingers finally find your clit, you can’t help but curse, collapsing forward on the couch. Blitzø’s grip on your hips keeps you on your knees in front of him, and he thrusts into you in one final, hard slam of his hips to cum deep inside your quivering, swollen cunt.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” he groans, a growl sounding under the words, and he keeps himself buried fully inside you as he quickens his fingers over your clit. Each flex of your pussy around him milks him further, and you can barely register the sound of the string of curses it elicits from him over your own moaning.

Your thighs do shake as your orgasm finally crests, your voice catching slightly as Blitzø grasps a fistful of your hair and jerks your head back so you can’t muffle it in the cushions. Your moan is rough, too-loud for the apartment, and Blitzø laughs, cum-drunk as he releases your hips and you collapse, boneless onto the couch in front of him.

You hum a breath deliriously, rolling onto your back with some difficulty as your legs tangle with his. Blitzø straddles your hips, running his hand up over your hip and up, over your waist and your ribs and to your breast. He squeezes it teasingly, flicking his claw over your nipple, and he smirks as you jerk under his touch.

“Asshole,” you mutter breathlessly into the cushions, feeling his hand smooth up over the swell of your ass.

He squeezes, kneads the flesh, and you hear him exhale admiringly as he watches his cum slowly drip out of you. “So fuckin’ pretty…”

“So... can I get back to work now?”

Blitzø laughs at your attempt to sound impatient, pinching your nipple and leaning down over you to catch the resulting gasp with his own lips. He kisses you languidly, hand grazing up over your chest and the side of your throat to cup your cheek. The… tenderness of the gesture surprises you, but you let yourself relax into the embrace.

“Depends…” he says against your lips, kissing you again before pulling back to meet your eye. That infuriating smirk is playing on his lips again, an eyebrow arched challengingly. “You gonna sit there and do your work like a good little girl while my cum drips outta you? Or are you gonna come and get your freak on in the shower like I know you want to?”

[archive-of-alexandria]

Mind Your Manners (Sanji X Reader)

A/N: ITS KINKTOBER! I have it in my head that head-over-heels, perverted Sanji would absolutely give the Reader snacks or food that are just a little bit too messy as an excuse to watch them clean up after themself and I just had to write it out. Kinda feels yandere? Smutty Food Play, because I haven't seen enough kinky Sanji action on here. xx

Sanji knows better than to play with his food. However, the way you're sitting at the dining table - pretty legs tucked up underneath you and breasts pressed together as you lean on your elbows - makes him think that he may have to make an exception.

Sanji's rule about manners doesn't extend to you, however.

No.

Sanji goes out of his way to ensure that you'll make a mess in his kitchen.

Back during the summer months, the Going Merry had made a pitstop at an island known for their enormous strawberries. Sanji had been eager to try his hand at pastries for a change - tarts, pies, the works - and the gargantuan summertime fruits seemed the perfect challenge.

A challenge the cook didn't anticipate, however, was finding you elbow-deep in the barrel of harvested berries that same evening, caught literally red-handed from the saccharine juices that dripped from your fingertips to the floor with a heavy tap tap tap.

The sight was enough to make his heart nearly stop.

Your eyes had been wide and your flushed cheeks were even wider, stuffed with sweet fruit as juice covered your face and hands...and every bit of you was dripping. Sanji had been unsure of where to look and his eyes darted between your slick fingers, your shy expression, and your perfectly tinted, glossy lips. He had never seen a more heavenly sight.

In his mind, nothing could ever compare...until your tongue ran along the back of your hand in a feeble attempt to clean yourself.

In the darkness of his room, Sanji thought about that tease of a tongue for weeks afterward.

Ever since then, he has taken extra care to make sure that you're given the messiest meals he can make. They're not gross, of course - Sanji is a chef first and a lover second. No, they're not gross. They are delectable. Every hum of enjoyment, every slurp, every squish...Sanji would lie awake in bed and dream of the different foods he wished to cover you in, if only just to watch you lick it up.

You had offered to help him make cinnamon buns one morning - though not without taking a generous helping of frosting on your finger and sucking it clean. "Labor tax", you joked with a wink. The image of your tongue licking the sinful-looking sweetness from your finger, mingled with your contented sigh, was seared into Sanji's brain from that moment forward.

Sanji became obsessed with watching you eat.

Food has always been an extension of Sanji's love for his crew and an expression of devotion. The act of cooking is artistic, and the act of eating is intimate. Hell, the kitchen itself is a lesson in foreplay: the preparation, the getting hands dirty, the building heat, the waiting game...all leading to a very satisfying end.

If only Sanji's cooking prowess had an excuse to leave the kitchen and move into the bedroom.

Sanji has yet to make his cake and eat it too in the ways of romance, though it would seem that you have recently taken a keen interest in his particular set of skills. The cook has noticed an increasing frequency of your kitchen visits, observing the way your eyes seem to latch to his hands and arms as he works. You've grown bolder, assisting him in his preparations and letting your elbows brush up against one another.

Sanji relishes the days you ask for his help and he nestles you between his body and the table, guiding your hands in his much larger ones.

The cook has grown bolder too, sometimes pressing too tightly against your back to allow his front to press up against your firm bottom as he huskily mumbles praises in your ear. He swears, sometimes, he can feel you lean into him.

The kitchen is the way to Sanji's heart, and he hopes that it may be the way into your bed.

And here you were, seated at his table awaiting the meal he had promised to cook for you once the Going Merry restocked at port.

As Sanji wipes down his cooking station, he lets his eyes drink you in without shame. Your breasts are practically falling from your tattered blouse, soft pillows highlighted by the dim candlelight of the galley. You're playing with your fingers, unaware of Sanji's gaze. He smirks.

"Sanji," You sigh, flushing pink as you look up to meet his gaze already set upon you,

"Is it almost ready?"

He chuckles, crossing his arms.

"My sweet girl is hungry, hm?" He muses, tossing his dishrag over his shoulder,

"Just a few more minutes, love."

"Wha-? But-!"

"You can't rush perfection now, can you?"

"Sanji," You whine, wiggling in your seat. His eyes once again meet your chest.

"If I had known it was going to take this long I would have taken up Zoro's offer to go to the pub."

Sanji stiffens.

The chef stands to his full height, a cigarette appearing between his tight-pressed lips as he turns from you to check on the pot simmering on the stove.

You, however, hold your ground.

It's silent.

"I didn't know you and mosshead had plans."

Sanji's voice is low. Much too low, and empty. It unsettles you.

"San-"

"-It's ready."

In a manner much too abrupt for the usually smitten Sanji, a steaming bowl is placed before you with an alarming thud. The spoon rattles in reaction to his aggressive delivery.

The enticing smell of the ramen can't mask the uneasy way Sanji stands perfectly still in front of you, face shrouded in shadow except for the blazing butt of his cigarette.

You're unsure of where to look, splitting your attention between the meal before you and the man hovering above the table. Sanji makes the decision for you.

"You were so hungry just a moment ago," he quips,

"So eat up."

You swallow, heat pooling in your cheeks and between your legs. This was nothing but the "Zoro effect" on Sanji, as you and Nami call it. Gingerly, you take hold of the spoon. Peering into the bowl, the meal looks heavenly - though you're soon aware of the way your hair keeps falling into your eyes, threatening to become part of the soup.

Your hair had grown long during the months at sea, and you had unwillingly lent Usopp your last bauble for slingshot practice. Your frustration doesn't go unnoticed.

“Here, my darling,” Sanji hummed, circling the table until he was behind you, “Let me help.”

At this moment, Sanji feels dangerous.

Your body erupts with heat as the cook looms behind you, your eyes glued to the steaming bowl of soup displayed before you. The galley feels all too warm, and the meal before you begins to feel more like a test - a challenge - rather than a token of whatever unspoken feelings float between you and Sanji.

Without another word, Sanji’s cold fingers glide along your feverish neck, scooping up your hair in their wake. He gives his wrist a well-practiced twist, eliciting a gasp from your lips at the feeling of your hair pulled taught in his grasp. Sanji feels his ego swell, giving your hair a sharp tug. Your head is thrown back as he lowers himself to your ear.

"Go on," His scruff grazes you, and your skin is suddenly on fire.

"Eat."

Heat floods through Sanji as he watches the way your neck moves as you swallow, nodding at his command. He eases up on his grip and observes the timid way you scoop the broth into your mouth.

He catches the way your eyelids flutter closed at the taste of his meal. You liked it. You always liked his food.

Tonight, simply liking wasn't enough.

"Eating so silently? Don't you know it's rude to the chef?"

Sanji's eyes darken as your fingers twitch on the tabletop. So, he muses to himself, you think you would get away that easily?

"Don't you like it?"

"S-Sanji-"

"Don't use your words, pet. Just enjoy."

From above, he watches as the plush peaks of your breasts begin to heave quicker. You allow yourself to fully dive into the meal, this time taking noodles and broth quickly between your lips. For a moment, you seem to forget that Sanji is there. You hum, in something akin to ecstasy - Sanji had made this meal just for you, just the way you liked it.

The obscenely wet squelches of your lips slurping up his creation elicit a deep groan from the chef, fingers tightening their grip on your hair. He can't help but chuckle at the idea of Zoro sitting alone in some corner booth and nursing a drink, all while you're here sucking up and savoring Sanji's affection.

You lift your head, lips puffy from the spice and heat of the meal. Sanji presses himself into your back, as his free thumb comes around and wipes your bottom lip. Your gazes meet, and Sanji brings his thumb to his mouth - tasting remnants of your meal.

A low chuckle escapes his lips.

"What, my love? Finished already?"

You understand his insinuation, whipping your head back to your meal and bringing the ladle back to your mouth.

Eat it all up, love. Made just for you.

In a moment of weakness, Sanji gently pushes your head down.

You gag on the spoon.

Sanji moans.

His hips buck forward, desperate for friction, meeting the soft dip of your arched back. His throbbing cock digs into your back, your buttocks...Unable to compose himself, Sanji begins to rut himself against you – and you don’t protest.

Sanji knows how fowl this display looks, and yet he can’t help himself. He has wanted you - really wanted you - for so long...the idea that Zoro could possibly take you away from him was enough to drive him over the edge.

When Sanji hears your voice rumble from your chest - "nnnugh-! Sanji...!" - he swears by the heavens that he'll do anything to make you his.

His hand moves from your hair and wraps around your throat, slick with the broth that dribbles from your lips. He wishes to lick every part of your sticky, salty skin, gently squeezing your throat as you gasp out his name.

Your head lolls onto his shoulder, hand gripping the table as it shakes under the weight of Sanji's wild bucking.

Sanji is everywhere, mumbling streams of thought between hot kisses along your forehead:

"I fucking love you, you know that? Would Zoro treat you so well?"

"That pretty mouth, always teasing me - you think that's fair?"

"Just wanna fill you up with all of me, darling...Want those gorgeous lips around my cock..."

For all his talk, he fumbles and lurches forward. His hand unceremoniously lands in the bowl, soaking him up to the cuff in warm broth. You're both breathing heavily, the high beginning to wind down. However, you see your moment to gain leverage.

You grab hold of his wrist before he can think, turning your face ever so slightly to meet his.

With a twinkle in your eye, you guide his hand to your lips. Sanji's mind is a fluffy haze, unable to anticipate your next move.

"We don't waste food, right?" You purr.

You take Sanji's fingers into your velvety mouth and he practically sees stars. He has been dreaming of this exact pleasure for months, straining to keep from collapsing on top of you as your tongue swirls between his fingers.

As your cheeks hollow out around his digits, your hooded gaze keeps his in a near mocking way.

So, you had known his game all along.

Sanji's chest heaves against your back, his hot breath fanning across your face with a stutter. His inexperience shows in this moment, numb and capable of doing nothing but watching the expert way your mouth moves around his fingers.

A faint pop of your cheeks accompanies the release, a ghostly string of spit connecting his fingers to your lips. The faint moonlight catches hold of his soaked digits. Sanji inhales sharply.

His hand, frozen in your hold, is easily guided down...

down...

down...

"I've already had my meal," you murmur.

A shiver.

His eager fingers meet your soaking, pulsing warmth.

"It's time you eat yours."

[the-travelling-bitch]

𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝: 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍

Character Choice: Leviathan x Fem! Reader

Stats: jealous/ possessive! levi, cream pies, monster/tail fucking, mean dom! levi, levi with two cocks, degradation/ name calling, marking, double penetration, unprotected sex (stay safe everyone!), hint of/ alllusion to exhibitionism towards the end

Profile: It’s not fair! Why do his stupid brothers get to hog your attention all the time? He’ll make sure you’ll pay attention to him and only him. You’re not leaving his room for quite a while; there’s lots of fun stuff Levi wants to try with you. And when you do limp out of his room, his brothers will certainly get the message.

[sfw version]

You had been playing video games with Levi for a while now, comfortably sitting in his lap with his chin resting on your head. And so far, everything had been super relaxed. That was until the credits rolled and Levi’s focus started to drift from the screen to you, inhaling the comforting scent of your hair products.

Just for the stench of his brothers to fill his nostrils, clinging to you just as stubbornly as the actual demons. It made him livid, imagining Asmo hanging off your arm, Satan holding you close as he read to you or Belphie using your lap as his personal napping spot. You should be spending time with him! 

Before he knew it, pure jealousy was coursing through his veins and his form shifted. Coral-like horns perched on his head like a crown as a scaled tail wrapped around your ankle, slowly winding upwards. His hands, which had held the controller up until now, gripped your hips tightly as he tried to control his breathing.

You’d felt Levi’s envy often enough through the pact linking you two together. Whether it was losing the bid on a figurine he wanted or seeing someone else with the character he tried to get, the feeling wasn’t new to you. But this time, the sensation was overwhelming, his pact mark on your body searing with his jealousy. Normally, you could console him easily enough but right now you weren’t so sure. 

“Levi? Levi are you alright? What’s wrong?” you questioned, one hand coming up to thread into his purple locks as you tried to shift so you could face him. Only to be stopped by his iron grip. You could, however, get a glimpse of his orange-flashing eyes, pupils merely slits. “Levi, I’m worried-”

“Oh, now you care?” His tone was cold and sent shivers down your spine, rare determination falling from every word. “What’s wrong, you ask? Maybe it’s the fact that you’re always so busy cosying up to all my brothers. Even that scumbag gets more of your attention than I do.”

Levi knew deep inside that wasn’t true. You always spent plenty of time with him. Then, Lucifer’s cologne tickled his nose and he lost all sense of rationality, thoughts only fueled by his sin. When he spoke again, his words were like pure venom dripping from his fangs. “Did you have fun? Letting them get their grimey hands all over you?”

“No, Levi, I-” You interrupted yourself with a sudden gasp as sharp teeth sank into the column of your neck, not deep enough to draw blood but enough to leave a nasty, very visible mark. Still, you couldn’t help but grind yourself back on him, feeling his prominent bulge against your ass. You almost drooled at the inhuman size of him, mind wandering to how good he’d stretch you open on that.

“Enjoying yourself?” He hissed while pressing you down harder, rubbing himself against your clothed pussy. Searching for something to ground yourself with, you reached back and dug your fingers into his hair as you rolled your head back to give Levi more access to your neck. “Look at you, you’re actually getting off to this. You’re so easy, no wonder demons like you so much.”

Much to your embarrassment, you could feel the arousal staining your panties at his harsh words. There was no use denying it, this side of your usually timid Levi was heavily turning you on, so much so that you could feel yourself pulsing against the straining material of his sweats. Somehow, that realisation just made you squirm against him more, searching desperately for any sort of friction.

It came in the form of his tail flicking forcefully against your core, not enough to seriously hurt you but definitely hard enough to mix pain with pleasure. Levi took advantage of your moan to tip your head back and shove his forked tongue down your throat. At the same time, his clawed hands roughly groped your breasts over your RAD dress shirt, certainly leaving red marks for you to find later. Apparently that wasn’t enough for the demon though, carelessly ripping the material apart and making buttons roll over the floor of his room.

Your bra was next. Although he didn’t destroy it, he merely pulled it down enough to where your breasts could spill over the cups, further driving home the point that this wasn’t about you. This was only for him and his pleasure.

As his fingers meanly pulled at your nipples, tweaking the little buds and rolling them between his digits, his tail had stopped prodding at your slit and instead slithered under the waistband of your bottoms. With it pressed against your body like that, it really had no option but to rub over your clit as it reached for your undergarments.

Just when you thought Levi would really have you ruin your clothes, he pushed them off your legs to give his tail free reign to work. As the appendage curled around the seat of your panties to pull them off as well, it grazed your folds and you lightly jerked in your demon’s hold. 

Said demon had gone back to biting and licking at your neck, his eyes following the string of arousal sticking to your underwear with rapt attention. The fact that he could reduce you to this state so easily was definitely an ego boost but he was nowhere near satiated with just this.

“I think it’s time I remind you who you really belong to,” he snarled, voice bitter as he could still smell them on you. “Once I’m done with you, nobody will ever forget it again.”

Without so much as a warning, Levi plunged the end of his tail into your soaked core, earning something between a shriek and a moan from you. The initial clamp down of your walls around his scales drew a shaky groan from him in return, squeezing your tits harder in his palms.

His tail was curling and uncurling inside of you in unreadable patterns as he stretched you out gradually. The texture of his cold scales was something you never grew used to as they scraped against your warm walls, the tip effortlessly hitting spots you never knew you had.

In record time, Levi had you writhing and squirming in his lap and he chose to make it worse by slipping one hand down your front to ruthlessly tap your pulsing clit. The noises you made drove him nearly insane with lust but he willed himself to patience, as far as that was still possible.

“That’s it, you’re gonna cum,” he all but ordered, fingers and tail pressing down on the same spot on opposite sides of your walls. “And your orgasm is gonna be all mine, you got that?”

“Yes, Levi,” you whined, eyes screwed shut and fingers tightening around his wrist and his purple locks.

“Then do it,” he spoke directly against your ear. 

You straightened in his hold as lightning shot up your spine, the thicker part of his tail keeping your legs nicely spread while he flicked his fingers harsher against your clit. 

Then, your bones turned to pudding as you weightlessly leaned back against Levi’s clothed chest, feeling your release leak around his tail. You tried to control your breathing with little success. A hand swept sweat matted hair out of your eyes while a second one ran up and down your side to provide a familiar comfort.

But soon, your world shifted as you fell forward, your fall only cushioned by a hand on your chest before your cheek met one of Levi’s many pillows, which had previously not laid there. Behind you, the demon rose to his knees as well, his thighs colliding with your ass. 

You whined as the movements of his tail started again, much slower than before though. He shushed you almost gently, yet when you pushed yourself up on weak arms to look back at him, one hand firmly pressed your upper back onto the floor again.

“Be good and behave.” Levi’s cold voice made you shiver in the best way possible and this time he could feel the way you clamped down on him at his command. “Seriously, I thought between us I was the perv but seeing you let me use you like this without any resistance makes me question that.”

There was rustling of clothes to be heard and you almost protested the withdrawal of his tail but the pressure of his pre cum leaking cocks against you shut you right up. No matter how often you two got frisky, you wondered every time how they were supposed to fit.

As much as Levi wanted to see you choke on his cock while attempting to wrap your hand around the other, he was far too impatient. He needed to stretch you open now.

Aligning the head of his upper dick, he heaved a sigh before pushing in. Just feeling your heat around the tip made him lightheaded but before he could get carried away, he remembered why you two were in this position in the first place. 

In one single thrust, the demon filled you to the brim, knocking all air from your lungs as you were shoved into the pillow. Despite having two members to work with, taking just one was still quite the challenge. It hurt but at the same time it felt so good.

With his demeanour that night, you thought he’d set a ruthless pace from the start but he surprised you with tempered and measured thrusts, aiming for depth rather than speed. Your shoulders tensed up when you felt his tail return, this time however circling your other hole.

“Levi-“ 

“Don’t tell me you don’t want this, I can feel that messy cunt of yours gripping me even tighter.” And he was right. Just the imagination of Levi using his tail, which was still coated in your previous release, to prepare you for what was inevitably to come had you bounce your hips back on him. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You’re supposed to be my master, yet you’re acting more like a bitch in heat, already going dumb on my cock.”

Apparently now it was time for your bra to leave the scene completely as Levi fumbled with the clasp for a second before carelessly throwing it somewhere into his room. 

The fact that he was still fully clothed whereas you were completely nude made you feel excitingly exposed, fire burning through your body at the thought of Levi just having your way with you like this.

It should have been embarrassing how your pussy squelched with his cock inside, how fast you were approaching another orgasm, but with Levi leaning more of his weight onto you as he seemed to reach deeper in both your cunt and ass, you were more concerned with trying to sustain your lungs with enough air.

Well, it wasn’t like you had to tell him you were close anyway. The way it got harder to move in and out or the way your legs started trembling gave you away. With his cocks hitting your g-spot and clit on every forward motion as your walls were sandwiched on both sides between him, it was clear you’d reach your peak sooner rather than later.

Your high pitched moans echoed around the room and Levi’s guttoral groans soon joined as he starved off his own release to fuck you through yours. At this point, your vision turned hazy but you couldn’t help but want more. And more you should get.

Through the fog of your mind, you barely registered the moment of emptiness and Levi’s biting words were drowned out by your own heartbeat pulsing in your ears. What you did notice was the sensation of two cocks stuffing you to your limit, both heads throbbing with a desperate need to just stuff you full of his cum.

The view of you on your elbows and knees, back arched and fingers a death grip on his pillow rushed directly to his head and to his dicks. He was the one who had reduced to such a pathetically fucked out state, unable to speak any coherent sentences. Not his brothers.

“Do you just whore yourself out to everyone?” Sharp claws were dancing up your spine, the layer of sweat reflecting the blue light of his room. The thought of his brothers getting just a glimpse of you like this made his earlier rage flare up again.

“N-No,” you whimpered meekly.

“No? Just the demons you know?” His still clothed chest met your back as his hands held your hips in an iron grip, no doubt leaving bruises in their wake. His fangs were grazing your skin again, searching for a new spot to leave his mark on. “If Mammon were here, would you let him fuck this messy cunt of yours, hm? Would you gag on Belphie’s cock like a slut, yeah? Let him push your head down as he pleases?”

You didn’t answer this time, not that he really expected you to. Normally, Levi might have intertwined your fingers or pressed a sweet kiss to your temple. But not on this day. 

“C’mon, you can be louder than that, slut.” Purple coloured nails tangled in your hair and pulled your head up. “Let everyone in this house who’s fucking you this good.”

Nothing he had to tell you twice. You felt so full, every sensitive spot you could think of and all those you didn’t know you had were being abused over and over again. 

What had you screaming and scrambling for purchase was the pain of his fangs piercing the skin of your shoulder as his tail wrapped around your middle, the tip resting dangerously close to your sensitive clit after dragging through the slick mess staining your thighs.

“You’re close again, right?” That was when his tail started circling your pulsing nub and your eyes flew open as the knot in your stomach started pulling you into opposite directions once more. “That’s right, you're just a little toy for me to use, aren’t you? Just an obedient cocksleeve waiting to get stuffed.”

To emphasise his point, your expression was reflected back to you on one of his shiny consoles, eyes fluttering open and shut as your tongue lolled out and drool dripped from your lips, head still pulled back.

“Fuck, you look so good like this,” Levi cursed out of breath, cocks twitching against your walls as the slapping of skin picked up in speed. Letting your head fall forward again, both hands gripped your hips tightly, nails nicking your skin.

“I’m so close, please I can’t—“ You couldn’t decide if you were begging to cum or to rest.

Your demon made the choice for you. He drew quicker circles on your abused clit, pressing his scales down harsher, which had your toes curling and your hips trying to wind away from the assault. 

“Stop squirming!” Pulling your hips back to meet his strokes, you weren’t sure if Levi was trying to make you cum again or if he was just selfishly chasing his own release with all means possible. “I’m gonna fill you up and you’ll be a good human and not waste a drop. Once we’re done, you’ll only smell like me!”

Mindlessly nodding your head, you fell over the edge with a scream of his name, shuddering and jerking as his pace didn’t slow at all. Maybe it was because you were so out of it but you could swear you could feel his cocks swell before his hips stuttered and he painted your walls white with a throaty groan.

There was no chance you could ever keep all of his cum inside, no matter how deep he shot it. You were pretty sure no human could ever cum this much. 

For a few minutes there was nothing but panting to be heard before he finally pulled out, the bite marks on your shoulders pulsing as the adrenaline wore off. Levi stared as his cum leaked out of you and ran down your trembling thighs, collecting the drops with the tip of his tail before pushing them back into you. You moaned weakly at the clench of your overstimulated walls around the appendage but just as you were wondering whether you could handle another round, the chime of your phones echoed through Levi’s room.

Satan @ House of Lamentation (New): Dinner in 5, get down here

Just as you were about to push yourself up on shaky arms, Levi’s hand on your upper back kept your chest on the floor.

“What are you doing? We don’t have time, we need to get cleaned up,” you protested.

Without a word, Levi wrangled your ankles into your panties again and slid them back up your thighs. Snapping the waistband, he gave your clothed cunt a final slap and innerly gloated at the way your combined release was soaking the already ruined fabric.

With widened eyes, you looked back over your shoulder to see if he was serious only to find him staring at you with a fierce look in his eyes, daring you to challenge him.

“I told you, I’ll make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”

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sinful reunion

masterlist | ko-fi (help me survive college :/)

pairing: engaged!joel miller x f!reader

summary: frustrated with how things were, you left joel and jackson for a whole year. today, you decide to give him a little visit and figure out that he's indeed engaged! joel trapped you in his bathroom to make you feel better

word count: 5k

warnings: explicit (18+), extreme dubcon, mean joel miller, fingering, infidelity, again.. joel miller is a mean, mean man.

note: do COMMENT and REBLOG if you enjoyed this :) i'm so exhausted from college i'm literally gonna pass out after i post this

Spring flew swiftly by, and summer came; and if the quaint city had been beautiful at first, it was now in the full glow and luxuriance of its richness. The great trees, which you remembered looking shrunken and bare when you left, had now burst into strong life and health. Branches doubled in length and girth, mantle of bright green draped over deep browns. Masses of white flowers brought memories of the late winter. A bubbling cloud of hot steam evaporated off your exposed forearm. The rolled sleeves settling right above your elbow was damp with sweat, same thing goes for below your arms and between your thighs. You sighed. The folded porno magazine you’ve been using as a shield above your forehead didn’t help much after all.

If it’s not for that old, obscene, grouch of a man, you wouldn’t have returned in the height of summer.

Things hadn’t changed much.

People are still as hopeful as ever. Their eyes shone with a renewed brightness, as if a full stomach and a roof over their head was simply enough to keep them satiated. They still bake apple pies, shovel their walkways, go to work (even if it's not to the infamous Wall Street), return home and share a familiar tequila with a friend or fiend. People are still people. And the pretend normalcy drove you insane. It’s confining and overall suffocating. 

Being safe ailed you. You couldn’t be that lady in old commercials. Plaid apron over her chest, sandwiches on the table, husband and kid smiling at her happily. You couldn’t kiss your husband goodbye or craft lunch boxes for your kid. You couldn’t live if it wasn’t on the edge of death.

You tried. For Joel, you swore you’d try.

It’s been a full year since you fled. Maxine, your dear horse being the only witness to your escape. That and the night guard you threatened with a shotgun, an unloaded one you’d argue, but it’d still have you in big trouble if it was reported. With a few old friends or two, you managed to slip back in discreetly. You disguised yourself as a patrol unit. Practical jeans, some stitches torn apart from prolonged use, and a khaki button up. Boots that’s dipped in dust and dirt tight around your calves, a bold contrast to the neat wooden boards underneath. Your eyes landed on the welcome mat in front of his door. A shrilling memory invaded your head‒ how you picked it out for him, all smiles and giggles at the corny line printed atop.

You stepped on the mat, mocking it by grinding your dirty heel atop.

Then you knocked. Precisely three times.

Maybe you shouldn’t have come. It was shameless of you to return. Cruel, even.. disgusting for you to abandon someone who’s clearly dependent on you. 

He lived for you. Every morning he made sure to wake you up with a gentle kiss on your lips, or your clit if he’s being kind. Every night he’d always tell you how much you meant to him, never an I love you, but always in the lines of dangerous situations and how he’d save you from it. You made a promise to stay. A promise to accept a ring around your pretty fingers when the time comes; doesn’t have to be shiny, you said, anything will do. But then you left. While he was out, keeping the city safe from any potential threats, you buckled up and tugged on your horse’s reins. Maybe you shouldn’t have come. Maybe you should just-

You jolted, even stumbled backwards when the large door swung open in one grand movement.

In panic, your eyes oscillated. His eyes were the same shade of brown you remembered him by, though this time it was much rounder, as if he’s truly surprised. Then it came to meet his hooked nose, the one you’d poke everytime you’re laid side by side post-coitus,. And his cracked lips, oh how you remembered kissing them better. 

Joel Miller hadn’t changed one bit. It freaked you out, how he looked the same as he did when he practically proposed to you or when you promised to still love him even when he’s no longer young and strong. Your breath quickened. Your heart froze, cold sweat dribbled down your temple even when the air’s hot and balmy. You clutched onto the rolled magazine. The salacious pages of nude girls in cowboy hats creased at the strength of your bare hands. Is he going to say something? Anything? You’d rather have him furious than silent.

“Who is it, honey?”

The air thinned.

“The turkey’s cooked, but it’s kinda burnt.” The voice giggled. “Oh, who is this?”

You counted to ten to ground yourself.

One.. Two..

“Just.. just an old friend,” he muttered.

There was a girl. A pretty one at that, standing on her tippy toes as she attempted to look past Joel’s broad frame to observe you. Her tanned skin glowed like a newly polished silverware under the summer sun. A cascade of glossy, ebony hair framed her round face, falling in gentle waves which closely resembled swaying palm trees in coastal beaches. You noticed that it was adorned with delicate, ornate hairpins as well. One of flowers and the other of a classic shape. Was it from him? He used to do that for you, picking up small items to gift like a bird in need of mating. The thin gold strap around your neck was from him, a gift from when the two of you were still operating high-risk jobs around Boston. A proof that you’re mine, he spoke that time.

Joel made the conscious decision to move to the side. Now you could see her more. How she’s cladded in a loose shirt with short sleeves rolled to her shoulders, how her shorts fit perfectly around her smooth thighs, how her supple breasts spilled out of the neckline. In any way you’d think of it, she was the better option. A masterpiece in the Louvre museum, a best-selling New York Times book. She’d be a model if the world wasn’t infested with flesh-eating nuisance. Your head lowered (you’re staring too much!), opting to scrutinize the details of your boots’ mud yellow strings. 

This was a bad decision. You shouldn’t have come. If only you weren’t curious of whether he’d get on his knees and beg for you to stay. If only you weren’t curious of whether he’d embrace you back in his large arms. If he’d fuck you ‘til your little brain stop working.

“Well then, what are you waiting for?” The feminine voice spoke up. “Invite your friend in, Joel.”

“No- haha, no it’s alright,” you panicked.

“No,” she reached for your hand. The free one, not the one with the porn magazine. “Com’on. I cooked a big dinner tonight! The more, the merrier.”

“I really shouldn’t,” you tried to convince her.

Her soft, greasy hands ‒ probably from stuffing the turkey she’s claimed to make ‒ led you through the entrance despite your many reasons. You found it a little funny that you still memorized the layout of Joel’s house like the back of your hand, like an old corny song you couldn’t quite get out of your head. The dining room was to the left, you remembered. It was just as you left it. An old, dull rectangular table sat in the middle. It used to be only filled with bread and fruits you pick up from the market. Sometimes you’re diligent enough to create a sweet jam, but there was never a fresh meal on the table. There’s no time for that. He would often times heat up a can of Chef Boyardee when you’re sick, or when he’s ruined your little hole so much that you’re pretty much bedridden, but that’s about it/

“Your name is?” you questioned, eyes still roaming around the room.

“Summer and yours?”

You mentioned your name half-mindedly as you sat down on one of the creaky chairs. You opted for the one on the left, your favorite one as it always gave you a five-star view of the lovely trees beyond. The room was much cleaner, curtains drawn and ceilings dusted. You’d even bet money that ‘Summer’ had also dusted all the compartments of the chandelier, wiped each and every window panel, and vacuumed the rotten patterned carpet underneath. The rounds of your pupils settled back on the sight unfolding ahead of you; how the Joel Miller, the same person who needed an entire year or two to be comfortable in expressing his feelings to you, led his new lover by the waist. He then proceeded to pull her chair back to aid her, a gentle smile on his face at all times.

He changed.

He looked exactly the same, but there was just.. something off about him. Was he a doppelganger by chance? Joel Miller is never warm. He’s naturally a tough lover. Reluctant, even mean at times, but right now he’s acting like the picture-perfect husband. A righteous man, which you knew he ain’t.

“So where’d y’all know each other from?” 

Her lovely, cheery voice pulled you out of your dazed state. You raised your head slightly to flash a small smile her way. The chair creaked once more at Joel’s weight as he settled on your right, heavy frame and all extremely obvious from the corner of your eyes. A man, his lover, and his sort-of-ex having dinner in the late afternoon of a warm summer day‒ how ironic! You couldn’t even look at him, because sparing him a glance meant that you had to look at those manipulative eyes of his. Those browns that could impose a certain feeling deep in your chest, whether hatred, fear, or something close to love.

“Work,” he spoke up, “used to deliver packets.”

Half the truth. Packets? Sure, but not ordinary ones.

“Mhm. We arrived at Jackson together.”

As lovers, you’d like to add.

“Long time friends then?” Summer beamed a sweet smile your way. 

Guilt pooled in your stomach almost instantly.

“Yup.”

“Oh well, me and Joel met last Winter. He’s fond of the horses and I work at the stables so things worked out,” she mentioned dreamily, “the winter festival’s our first date.”

An eerie tension stood between you and him. It was thick, as thick as blood and as nasty as pus on a wound left unattended. 

He stood up after a moment or two to help slice open the thick turkey and only then did you dare to look at him. To ogle at his large forearms that’s tightly gift-wrapped in a thin breathable shirt, to dig deep into where his veins start and where it ends, to finally relish in the sight of his thick, bushy hair. It’s been awhile. A long time actually since you get to properly look at a man. You continued to watch as he sliced a chunk and placed it right on top of your empty plate, the knife he’s holding reflecting his tight-lipped smile your way. The winter festival’s supposed to be your thing. The two of you’s thing, where you’d gift each other a surprise and smoke a blunt or two and maybe fuck, but you left.

“That’s nice,” you replied, albeit a little dry.

“He’s a nice man,” Summer chimed in. “Kind, caring, a true Southern gentleman that is.”

You could argue on that.

“Is he now?”

“True thing that is. Swear on my life,” she continued. “Must be nice having him as a friend.”

“Well, don’t toot my horn too much, darlin’.”

There it was. That masculine drawl. That voice that’d have you begging on your knees if he asked you to. You’d commit the greatest crime‒ no, you’ve commit notable crimes just to have him stay right by your side. Just to have him acknowledge what you’re capable of, so he’d take you under his wings in the depth of Boston’s trenches, because protection from him meant a good life. Maybe that’s all you’ll ever be to him, a little bird to protect. And maybe that’s all he’ll ever be to you, a protector in times of need.

“It’s a little warm here in Jackson,” you chuckled. “A cold beer might help a lot.”

“Oh sorry, honey, we don’t drink alcohol ‘round here.” She sounded apologetic, but you swore her almond eyes were judging you for a second.

“You don’t?”

“Nope,” Summer leaned her head to the side. “Been going to church these days. Pastor said it’s better to pray than indulge in past addictions. Ain’t that right, Joel?”

“That’s right, honey,”

Joel Miller is a church-goer now? For the first time in forever, you had the courage to look him in the eye. He was looking right back at you when you looked, though he had one of those expressions you couldn’t quite decipher. His tired eyes were hooded, enough that the top and bottom curve of his dark pupils are nowhere to be seen, along with a much obvious glint of mischief. It was either morbid curiosity, rooted hatred, or desires of past addictions as Summer puts it. The strands on your brow bone twitched ever so slightly, as if in pure disbelief that a man like him would kneel for a God. It’s not that sinners couldn’t repent. It’s him that you knew could never change. You took a bite out of the supple meat, never leaving his eyes as you do so. Maybe.. just maybe he’d crack under pressure.

“You go to church too?” Summer questioned, mouth full of boiled asparagus.

“No, not really.” You chuckled awkwardly. “There’s not a lot of churches out in the wild.”

“Ah, that’s right,” she hummed. “Why don’t you go to church with us this Sunday? A lot of fun y'know.”

You plastered on a smile, before briefly scooping some of the stringy meat up your mouth.

“I’ll consider it.”

Joel was the first one to snip the ungodly attraction‒ his eyes torn away to meet Summer’s much brighter gaze. Your gut tightened, gag reflex emphasized even more at the sight. Joel Miller was yours, that’s all you could remember despite the extent you took to avoid him, and having him give his precious attention to someone other than you brought a sense of disdain. He shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn't land his eyes on anyone other than you, weren’t you the best thing he ever had? It took awhile to school your expression to a level of believable nonchalance. You found the vintage canvas hung atop of the fireplace a great help in distracting yourself. It’s easy to get lost in every stroke, every clash of colors, instead of the green man squeezing himself between your heart chambers.

“Oh, when did you-” you paused mid sentence.

A ring. 

“Ah.”

Your vision blurred, splotches of red and blue tearing at the edges.

“Engaged, huh?”

A solitary engagement ring encircled her long finger, miraculously preserved by time’s embrace. A relic at times like these. You watched as it glimmered under the orange hues, jaw propped up on your palm to stop it from gaping. A small, radiant stone set in tarnished silver‒ the object mocked you silently, a red flag in front of an agitated bull, it’s purposefully making you reel into the depth of your hatred. Where the you one year ago rested in peace, where the you you’ve been trying to erase off the planet’s surface hibernated, and everything’s starting to resurface all at once. The need. The desperation. The desire to be wanted by something.. someone you couldn’t acquire entirely. You laughed. A dry one at that. Might even sound condescending if it were a tad bit shorter.

He fucking proposed to her. 

Of course he did.

Of course he had to change his ways after you.

You don’t deserve being treated right. She does.

“Oh, you noticed,” she giggled, the noise shrill in your ears. “Just last month actually. We were having dinner and I-”

“Sorry, I..”

You were suffocating, chest inflated twice the size.

“Feel a little sick. Gonna go to..” you held your hand over your lips, genuinely feeling like emptying your entire stomach. “To the bathroom.”

You stared at your own reflection, pitiful, glazed with a layer of disappointment and grief. The vision you had for this visit slowly crumbled. Every unfulfilled dream, every missed opportunity, and every question left unanswered converged into a heartache‒ dull yet throbbing, coursing through every inch of your skin and crawling much deeper. The laughter and conversations you had with him seemed so.. distant, as if they were mere echoes of what once existed a million lightyears ago. You held yourself, worn down fingers clinging on your forearms, nails digging down onto the warm skin underneath. What were you expecting? For him to mourn your exit for the rest of his life? Perhaps. Joel Miller was great at making you feel like shit, but today takes the cake.

Leaving was the only thing on your mind and so you gripped the rusty door handle. A quick exit, you knew you were good at that. Though instead of a brightly lighted hallway, your chest collided with a tough chest wrapped in a flannel shirt. A sandalwood, musky flannel shirt you might add and all those plans you had in mind dwindled down like a damp paper airplane. Plan A, B, and C were quickly crossed out on the chalkboard. Frozen, your lips trembled in fear. You stumbled backwards. Boots thudding against the old tiles, you’re afraid. Chest inflated with fear, you’re terrified!

“Move, Joel.”

Silence.

“Fucking move. Get out of my way.”

You threw quick, meaningless punches on the broad of his chest. It did nothing but made him get bolder with his actions. He took a step back, which you’re grateful for, but not when you realize that it was to lean back against the bathroom’s door. You’ve come a long way from how meek and helpless you were in the QZ, managing to survive the scary outside world for a whole year and keeping all your limbs attached, but you knew that you’d never manage to budge his weight. He was heavy. Used to be a massive ball of muscles, though now slightly worn down by his age. Joel threw you a look. A dirty, demeaning one that’s always been reserved for you. Only you.

“Fuckin' hell are you deaf?”

You bubbled up.

“Fuck you and your little play house. Going to church? Should repent the many souls you took yourself,” you seethed. “You’re just a big asshole on legs y’know that? Now fuck off. It’s a fucking mistake coming to see you.”

You stormed his way. Big mistake. He took you by the shoulder. Rough fingers dug deep into where your bone sits, his knee quick to slot itself between your legs. He was quick to switch the dynamic, to be the offensive one instead as he had you pinned on the wall. The frail wooden bathroom door creaked at the contact, its hinges banging against one another. You looked like one of those dead butterfly displays, spread out forcefully to show your entire potential. Was he going to murder you? Was he going to bang your head against the mirror and leave you there to bleed? He looked like it. With those blown out pupils, you're not even sure if he’s going to keep you alive or dead. If he's going to finally end your misery at last.

“You’re gonna kill me?” You tried to shove his chest back, but it’s no use. “Gonna choke me to death?”

“No!” The grip he had on your shoulder never once loosened, even at your viscous accusations. “You really think I’d kill you?”

“I don’t know.” Your eyebrows sunken in sorrow.

“You don’t know?””

“You’re not the man I once knew, Joel.”

“I’m-”

“I don’t know you anymore! You’re not the same.” Your feet tried to tackle his legs, a move he taught, but he stayed unbudged. “You’re kind, attentive.. you’re there, Joel. You’re present in time. You’re never present with me.”

“That’s not true.”

“Oh fuck off, Joel. You’re not gonna gaslight me.”

That had him briefly loosening the grip around your shoulders. You were quickly met with his cold finger tips, grazing the soft skin of your cheeks, only to settle on your cracked, bloody bottom lip. In a haze, you’re unprepared for the hand slithering its way onto your throat. It squeezed tight enough to impede your airway for a brief second or two, only to loosened when your eyes grew teary. You gasped for air immediately.

“You left!”

“You proposed to her!”

His expression toughened. The Joel Miller you knew was back. The cruel one with tendencies to abandon, to be hollow of true meaningful feelings, and he was inching closer. His soft scruff brushed against the tip of your ears. Warm puffs of air made you turn your head to the side, avoiding his serpent-like hold. He's quick to guide you by your jaw when you start straying off.

“Didn’t know if you’re alive or dead.”

“Oh I bet you’d be enthralled if I were dead,” you chuckled humorlessly. “You hated me, Joel.”

“I was worried,” he continued, ignoring your comments entirely. 

He placed a gentle kiss on your temple, slow and steady as if you’d vanish into dust once more if he was too rough, and proceeded to smother sloppy kisses down your cheek and onto your neck. It glided like warm butter or sunscreen on a beach day. Joel never forgot the way in which you enjoyed getting those sweet spots below your jaw sucked, a mark to show his claim over you, to show his ownership even if you had to drape a shawl over it every time you had to shop for groceries or go on patrols. You weren’t as pretty and prim today though. You were untamed, always attempting to pull yourself away from him, to avoid his rough fingers and needle-like beard.

“Went on a search team every day for a whole month,” he hummed. “What if my sweetheart’s bleeding out in the midst of winter? Low visibility and endless snowstorms. What if you’re shot dead or worse, turned into one of those creatures?”

“But you’re a smart little minx, ain’t ya?” he huffed, his fingers gentle as it slowly popped the buttons to your shirt. His musky scent infiltrated your head. You’re drunk on him. “Threw a tantrum so big you disappeared on me.”

“No, Joel, we- we can’t,” you forced those words out, even when your soft breasts were spilled out of your chest. Those sensitive peaks were already stiff, you’d lie and say it’s simply because of the cold, but there’s no such thing. “Can’t- you’re en- engaged..”

He toyed with your nipples, squeezing and tugging on the right one before giving the same attention to the left. His eyes were dark, pupils dilated as he swirled around the sensitive skin with his coarse fingers. Your breath hitched and your chest spasmed. Every inch of morality left your headspace at the twinge of pleasure, your knees grew weak and he had to prop you up against his strong shoulders to aid you.

“You’re cheatin- oh fuck..”

“I am, huh?” he chuckled lowly. “You don’t want this then? Want me to leave?”

“No! No, please please,” you begged as his fingers carefully began to undo the stiff belt around your waist. He tugged on your zippers, tortuously, slowly unraveling the pretty skin he’s been missing so goddamn much. “I need you..”

“Needy minx,” he insulted teasingly. “Shameless, aren’t ya? Didn’t ya just say ya hate me?”

You whimpered. This shouldn’t be happening. This wasn’t in any of the plans you’ve concocted, it was just pure desire. He felt sinfully good. So warm and firm against your body, so strong and dependable. His shoulder proved to be the perfect place to bury your head into, muffling out the noises you’re prone to make when he shoved his entire palm down your panties. Joel Miller didn’t tolerate the misdemeanor. The hand he had around your neck tightened ever so slightly, before he abruptly pushed you back onto the wooden door. The hard material thudded against your back, resulting in a soft, breathless whine for more. He might be a mean, mean man for afflicting such things, but you’re even more insane for tolerating it.

“Ah, look at you,” he hummed, fingers tapping slow beats onto the hood of your clitoris. “No one fucked you good enough out there.”

You shook your head no. Annoyed, Joel slid his index and middle finger down onto your slit. He cumulated the slickness gathered around your pathetic little hole, before he slid it back up to tease. Up and down. Up and down. Then a full circle. The motion left you breathless, thighs bucking up against his hand, but he’d give you a light slap on the thigh if that happens.

“Oh.. you haven’t fucked anyone else out there?” he cocked his head arrogantly. “Dunno if I can believe a pretty girl like you. After all..”

He had the audacity to slip his finger in. A whole knuckle down your entrance, which is much more than you anticipated. Almost instantly, a sticky clear substance started dribbling out, gushing all around the foreign object infiltrating your cunt. It’s been so long, far too long that you kept yourself untouched. You could basically be categorized as a virgin again at this point. It wasn’t a deliberate decision, it’s just that no one turned you on this much. No one could shove their fingers inside you without getting their head blown off. No one but him.

“You’re not the girl I once knew.”

He turned your little insults right back at you. A single tear dribbled down your warm cheeks, hot and invasive, your fragile heart torn into two and stomped on the ground. Joel retaliated by pressing his lips right onto yours. Starting out soft and smooth, gentle and reverent, as if it was his way of apologizing and professing his undying love for you, but then it grew rougher and unrecognizable. A clash of teeth, a vicious fight for dominance. You had to put up a little fight, show him the kind of girl you’ve turned into, but when he eased a second finger down the tight rings of your cunt, it’s all over. You squirmed, desperately grinding down against his rough palm.

“Fuck me!”

“What was that?”

“Fuck me, Jo-”

A knock.

Your eyes blew wide open. The soft fluorescent lights flickered above, casting an eerie shadow that danced across Joel’s expression. You let out a soft whimper, eyes pressed into a crescent shape as you felt the need to cry out of fear and guilt, a sobering shot that made you realize how wrong this was. How disgusting this is. Immoral. Even when he was still three knuckles deep inside your pussy, even when you knew you couldn’t push him away. Your knuckles grew white as it clung onto the fabric of his flannel. He didn’t pay any mind to the interruption, instead, he continued to thrust his dripping fingers in, reaching around to find that squishy spot of yours. The one that’d send stars onto your vision.

“Are you okay in there? I didn’t know why you got sick..”

The muffled voice strengthened the guess you had in your head. It’s Summer, the girl with the engagement band around her fingers, the girl who’s supposed to have his two fingers deep inside her cunt. Your heart raced like a wild stallion, thunderous beats resonating in your ears. A small moan barged its way out your lips when he pressed on your clit once more with his thumb, he quickly guided your jaw back to face him with his free hand. Joel’s expression hardened, brows furrowed and lips pressed into a tight-line, then his mouth contorted into shapes. A wordless order to stay quiet and respond accordingly. You nodded, bottom lip slotted between your teeths.

“Was it the turkey I cooked? Oh god.. it’s my first time cookin’ in. I didn’t know that it’d be terrible. I’m so sorry, do you need some help in there? I can-”

“No.. oh! No.. no.. I’m fi- aaagh- fine.”

Your eyes darted around the small space, looking for any means to escape, but the solitary window was far too small to be of any use. Panic had seized you, but Joel’s fingers brought you back where he needed you to be. On the edge of an orgasm that you knew was going to melt your brain and make you go dumb.

“Really? You don’t sound too good.. I could maybe cook you up a remedy.. Oh, or we can go to the infirmary together? Just I don’t-”

“No.. ooh. Summer, I’m- shit- Summer, I’m fine.”

“Oh.. okay then. I’ll be waiting outside. Um, do you maybe know where Joel is? Kinda wanna see if he has some meds for you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you tried to navigate your way to release. The thumb he had on your clitoris started rubbing faster, tighter circles, leaving you on the very edge of a dangerous cliff.

“Dunno- oh fuck.”

He’s in there with you for fucks sake. Her fiancé’s here fingerfucking you!

“Gonna cum,” you muttered out a little too loud.

“What was that?”

“Gonna.. mmph.. Gonna come out so- sooghn.”

Your knees buckled, for once he allowed it, and you buried your face onto the crook of his neck. His fingers continued to thrust in the perfect rhythm, fucking back in the arousal that’s slowly dripping down. You weren’t shy in grinding back down onto his palm, neither were you shy when you came all over his fingers, the remnants left in an embarrassing pool down your trousers. His thumb tickled your clitoris, making sure the sensitive nub deserved all the pleasure it could get as he watched you crumble. Everything was just how you remembered it. Sinful, warm, and helpless.

“Okay.. I’ll go look for Joel in the backyard shed!”

[florinaranja]

Holaaaa, primero que nada escribes INCREÍBLE, me encanta tu redacción, cuando encontré tu blog mori por qué quería leer más trabajos tuyos y no encontré, ánimo.

Y segundo quería pedirte algo con pipeeee, es un golden tiernon, no sé, se me ocurre algo como una fiesta post partido de fut y que Pipe sea medio reservado, pero por estar tan feliz, no pueda esconder el PDA y se la pase buscando contacto físico inocente y al final no le importe nada estar sobre, mostrando afecto frente a sus amigos.

Espero con ansias leer todos los trabajos a futuro que escribas. 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

afición de enamorados ; felipe otaño

pairing: felipe otaño x fem!r

summary: ¿qué hay mejor que pasar un día muy futbolístico y amoroso con tu novio pipe? exacto, nada. 1.6k.

warnings: none!! puro fluff como debe ser

n/a: muchas gracias por el request! siento la tardanza, los exámenes me consumen viva. espero que te guste muchísimo y de verdad muchas gracias por el apoyo y tu mensaje😢 me ha hecho super feliz y motivado un montón!! love u!!! also esto creo que es obvio, pero soy española así que siento que no tengan el habla argentina🙏 i'm trying

nunca hubiera pensado que se emocionaría viendo un partido de fútbol, pero ahí estaba ella: gritando a puro pulmón cada vez que la pelota recaía en los pies de su novio. ahora entendía la euforia que sentía felipe cada vez que veía un partido de river, equipo del que era hincha hasta la raíz, y este ganaba. 

alegrarse por su novio no cambiaría el hecho de su poca afición futbolística, pero de vez en cuando era divertido pasar la tarde gritando como una loca apoyándolo. es un tipo de orgullo explosivo, eso era indiscutible. 

no era más que un partido entre amigos, una forma más de pasar el tiempo. pero felipe estaba corriendo decidido hacia la portería contraria, esquivando con agilidad a los contrincantes y con el sudor de un ganador corriéndole por la frente; y maría, desde su posición de espectadora, tenía los puños apretados y se iba levantando poco a poco de la grada hasta que felipe marcó gol. la chica pegó un salto emocionada, aclamando el último punto que le daba la victoria al equipo de su novio. 

bajó corriendo las escaleras hasta llegar a las vallas que la separaban del césped, esperando a que todos los amigos de felipe acabaran de felicitarlo. en cuanto terminaron, el joven se escabulló y dirigió directo hacia su novia, como un perrito que regresa a traerle la pelota a su amo. maría lo recibió con una amplia sonrisa. acunó su cara entre sus manos y comenzó a llenarlo de besos sonoros por toda la cara, casi pareciendo una madre orgullosa. 

—¡has estado increíble, cariño! eres bueno en todo lo que haces, que lo sepas —pipe rio acalorado, bien por el cansancio y el calor del verano o por las palabras cariñosas de la joven—. además me hace tan feliz verte disfrutar así, como un niño pequeño… 

maría se encontró con sus ojos azules, melosos. jugaba con los piquitos ondulados que se formaban en la nuca de su chico con una sonrisa tonta y felipe no pudo aguantar más sin sentir sus labios contra los suyos. se inclinó por encima de la valla y cogió firmemente una de las mejillas de la chica, entremezclándose en un beso de simple amor. 

los silbidos de los amigos de pipe no tardaron en llegar, como era lo normal. pipe cortó el beso y se giró hacia ellos, sacándoles el dedo. —no se cansan de joder ustedes. 

volvió a dirigirse a su novia. —esta noche los chicos y yo pensamos en celebrar la victoria y ya de paso ver el partido de river. ¿qué decís?

ella entrelazó sus manos. —si dijera que no a pasar tiempo contigo estaría loca. 

llegó la noche y la pareja estaba lista para la larga celebración que les esperaba en casa de uno de los amigos de felipe. lo primero que hizo su novio al entrar en la casa fue tirarse en el sofá, ansioso y con los colores rojo y blanco de su camiseta vibrando más que de costumbre. no era lo mismo que verlo en el estadio donde el ambiente estaba cargado de los gritos de los aficionados, pero si estaba con su chica cualquier cosa era extraordinaria. se giró por encima del sofá a mirarla, estaba charlando con otra chica y, cómo no, estaba radiante. cada vez que la veía, le era imposible no pensar que era todo lo que necesitaba con él, la chica de sus sueños. se acomodó bien, de nuevo enfrentando la televisión, mientras se mordía el labio intentando reprimir las ganas que tenía de besarla allí mismo. 

nunca habían sido del tipo de parejas que están pegadas todo el rato, uno encima del otro, sino que guardaban los momentos más íntimos y cargados de emoción para la mera presencia del otro. no es que no se mostraran cariñosos en público, siempre paseaban con las manos entrelazadas y se robaban besos cada vez que podían, pero el verdadero sentimiento que se tenían se daba en la soledad de su hogar.

el partido comenzó a las nueve en punto. fue acompañado por pizzas y fernet, las risas de los amigos (entre las que maría siempre destacaba la de felipe) y la pura afición que solo el fútbol conlleva. cuando su equipo marcó el primer gol, los bramidos se escucharon por todo el vecindario. felipe no cabía en su felicidad. buscó con la mirada a su novia, quien ya se encontraba mirándolo y le hizo una seña con el brazo mientras gesticulaba “vamos”. con ese simple acto, se le llenó el pecho de una alegría abrumadora. incluso llegaron a subírsele los colores y a cosquillearle la barriga, como si fuera la primera vez que hablaba con la chica que tanto le gustaba. 

le recorrió la necesidad de cogerla, apretujarla y dejar el partido de lado para susurrarle al oído y oír sus risitas en respuesta. pero lo único que hizo fue darle una sonrisa en respuesta y volver a sentarse en el sofá cuando el ambiente ya se había calmado. 

hasta que marcaron el segundo gol a favor de su equipo, el chico echó en falta algo, o mejor dicho alguien. de vez en cuando se le colaba por el rabillo de ojo la imagen de su novia charlando con uno de sus amigos —desde el primer momento se llevó bien con todos ellos y es que, ¿quién podría no hacerlo?— y en su mente solo podía pensar en tenerla cerca. así que, aprovechando la nueva emoción, felipe pegó un salto del sofá y se acercó a la chica. le tendió la mano y esta la aceptó gustosa aunque extrañada. la condujo hasta el sofá y miró a los dos chicos que lo ocupaban.

—échate para allá, dale. 

su amigo lo hizo, no sin antes lanzarle algún que otro insulto cariñoso y burlarse de él. ahora, con maría a su lado la noche de felipe solo había mejorado. no quería hacer tan obvio que estaba anhelando el tacto de la piel suave de su novia pero falló irremediablemente. mantuvo sus manos entrelazadas y acercó su rostro al cuello de ella, descansando en su aroma a lavanda. 

la joven rio por lo bajo por las cosquillas que su pelo le hacía y llevó su mano libre a su cabeza, acariciando cada mechón de pelo castaño.

—¿y este repentino cambio tan amoroso? —el chico suspiró.

—siempre puedes volver a irte si quieres, amor —siseó juguetón felipe, para luego dejar un casto beso en su cuello. 

por nada del mundo la chica se iría de ahí. se acurrucó contra él, intentando tener el mayor contacto que podía. estaba disfrutando esta muestra pública de cariño como la que más, era un hecho. 

sin embargo, las cosas comenzaron a complicarse para los rojiblancos. el equipo contrario había remontado acabando en empate, teniendo solo quince minutos de prórroga para ganar. el ambiente en el pequeño salón se notaba preocupado. felipe apretaba la mano de su novia con fuerza cada vez que veía un gol cerca aunque terminara en nada. cuando ya quedaban cinco minutos y todo los chicos habían aceptado la derrota, un jugador de river marcó, dándoles la victoria. 

todos los amigos que se habían reunido aquella noche saltaron exaltados, incluso maría se alegró por los vencedores. los chicos comenzaron a corear mientras saltaban, con unas enormes sonrisas plasmadas en sus caras y la joven esperó que felipe se les uniera. en cambio, fue sorprendida por un agarre brusco que la hizo girar para encontrarse con sus labios estampados contra los de su chico. correspondió a su beso, brusco y desaliñado por la emoción del momento, con su agarre fuerte en sus caderas derritiéndola por completo. 

al separarse, maría cogió una bocanada de aire jadeando. tampoco le dio tiempo a mucho más, porque pipe la tomó levántandola del suelo y girándola por el aire. la sala se inundó de sus risas.

—¡pipe, bájame! voy a vomitar la pizza.

el joven obedeció sin mucha resistencia y le plantó otro beso y otro y otro y así hasta que un carraspeo los interrumpió. —no bueno, si queréis nos vamos y os dejamos solos.

felipe reaccionó como hacía apenas unas horas: le mostró el dedo del medio. nadie le dio mucha importancia y la celebración continuó. maría alcanzó la mano de su novio y le sonrió. 

—quiero pasar toda mi vida contigo, cariño. acompañarte a todos los partidos de fútbol solo para verte así de feliz, a todos los castings que quieras… no sé, no puedo imaginar no estar a tu lado. es algo raro para decirte justo ahora, pero es que me lleva rondando la mente por un tiempo, quiero que sepas lo mucho que significas para mí. 

—nena, algún día de estos vas a matarme —le regaló un beso en la mejilla—,  no puedes ser más perfecta. no puedo esperar para que pasemos juntos toda la vida. 

la joven se colgó de su cuello y esta vez fue ella quien inició el beso: lento, saboreado, rosado. 

y así continuaron el resto de la madrugada, más melosos que unos recién enamorados, siempre a menos de cinco centímetros el uno del otro. al final, ni siquiera ellos podían escapar de la necesidad de sentirse cerca, no importaba el público o la situación. y qué decir que después de esa noche, maría comenzó a ver los partidos de fútbol con más cariño.

[fearlesstigerquotev]

Ensnared

Yandere M!Pied Piper X F!Reader

Warnings: Mild body horror, possessive + yandere behavior masterlist

Once upon a time, in the land cradled between the winding waters of the river Weser, there lay two towns, Hamelin and Weidehohl, each a curiosity of its own. To the west, Weidehohl nestled amidst the towering, age-old trees, where the pagans roamed, their shadows falling on creatures of the forest, and their deeds shrouded in darkness. They committed crimes that troubled the very heavens, where cats were denied their lives, and dogs met a mournful fate.

On the opposite bank, to the east, stood Hamelin, a settlement graced by the protective embrace of four mighty forts, where no soul could pass unseen or unnoticed. It was a city crafted from the warm, welcoming wood of time, its heart radiating with peace and prosperity. In Hamelin, the gentle hand of Christ blessed the land with abundance.

And in the blessed town of Hamelin lived a widow named Y/N. Her heart was as pure as the morning dew, yet heavy with the sorrow of a love lost. Her beloved had embarked on a sacred missionary journey, and for seven long days and seven nights, he had vanished from her sight. It was on the seventh night that his lifeless form was returned to her humble dwelling, a pitiful sight to behold. His body resembled a mangled corpse, the limbs poking out in odd angles, the silver cross ripped from his neck. Even the cherished keepsake, a timepiece adorned with a lovingly-crafted portrait of his beloved wife on their wedding day, had vanished into the shadows.

With tearful eyes and a contrite heart, the widow sought solace in the confessional, where she bared her soul to the priest and questioned the sins that had led to her husband's gruesome fate at the hands of the pagans. But the priest, hidden behind the confessional booth, offered words of comfort and guidance.

"Nay, dear child, the burden of blame lies not upon your shoulders," he whispered gently. "The pagans of Weidehohl are the architects of this sorrow, and their lives shall remain fraught with wretchedness unless they turn to the benevolent embrace of Christ."

"Father," Y/N confessed, "in my despair, I confess to having missed Sunday Mass twice in succession. What penance must I undertake to cleanse my soul of sin and ensure the reunion of my husband and me in the heavenly kingdom of our Lord?"

"My dear child," came the priest's soothing reply, "perform acts of charity, extend your hand to the needy, and become a sponsor to the orphan. Through these acts of benevolence, your soul shall find its path to redemption, and in the divine grace of our Lord, you shall one day be reunited with your beloved in the heavenly realm."

And so, the widow poured the essence of her very being into the sacred act of spreading the love of the Savior. She became the guardian of the forsaken, running a humble orphanage for the downtrodden street urchins. Beneath the sheltering eaves of her makeshift home, she provided not only a sanctuary from the cold, unforgiving world but also warm soups that chased away the hunger that gnawed at their fragile bellies.

To those who approached her with intentions other than those of the divine, she responded with an unshakable steadfastness. Her words, like a sermon from the heavens, would gently rebuke them, reminding them of the plight of the orphans and how humanity had often forsaken those less fortunate. In her wisdom, there was a grain of truth: Why should the Church entrust a humble widow with the monumental task of caring for orphans, while it basked in the wealth derived from indulgences?

Yet, Y/N knew better than to arouse the ire of the Church, for as a widow, a solitary soul, she teetered on the precipice of society's margins. A single misstep could condemn her to the mercy of the clergy, leaving her precarious existence hanging by a slender thread.

But despite her pure intentions, the Devil would test her belief in God once again. This time, He unleashed upon her beloved Hamelin a deluge of rats and mice, a horde of vermin with ravenous appetites. They descended upon the city like the overflowing waters of the river Weser, devouring the meager stores of grain, defiling the once-pure waters of the public well with their loathsome droppings, and spreading pestilence and death throughout the land.

In the face of this vile pestilence, the people of Hamelin turned to their faith with fervor, seeking solace and redemption in daily worship. Their voices echoed with praises to the Lord, sung until they grew hoarse from their devotion. Yet, amidst their piety, the plight of the orphaned souls remained unseen, their suffering ignored. Hearts once kind were now veiled by self-righteousness, their pride preventing even a morsel of bread from being offered to those in need. And so, Y/N toiled away once more, her body growing weaker and more fragile as the weeks passed by.

One day, a curious traveler, bedecked in a garb of vivid hues, sauntered into the fortified realm of Hamelin. Bemused and bedazzled, the city's folk kept a wary distance from this stranger, their wariness ignited by his flamboyant cloak and hair ablaze like Hell's own fire. At his neck, he wore not the sacred cross but a flute, intricately carved from bone.

"Citizens of Hamelin," rang out his voice like a melodious tune, "I bear, through secret charms unknown to most, the power to summon forth all creatures dwelling beneath the sun—those that crawl, swim, fly, or race across the land. These are the creatures that oft bring harm upon you—the mole, the toad, the newt, and the serpent. People call me the Pied Piper. If I but free your town from its rat-borne scourge, shall you grant me a thousand guilders?"

"A thousand guilders? Secret charm?" laughed the crowd. "We'd sooner drink cow's urine than entertain the whims of a charlatan like thee! Why, you are clothed like the pagans of Weidehohl! We good Christians would never associate ourselves with infidels like thee!"

And so, the Pied Piper found himself slumbering upon the city's cobblestone streets, right before the doorstep of the humble orphanage. Unable to turn a blind eye, she fed him with the crusts of bread the children could not eat, and soup made of vegetable scraps.

He looked up at her, bewildered that one of the citizens who had rejected him would dare nourish him. "Dost thou not fear condemnation? To aid a stranger such as I?"

"Nonsense," came her swift reply, "before me, I see neither stranger, nor maverick, nor even one hailing from Weidehohl. In this moment, I behold but a fellow soul, a man who may succumb to the bitter cold if aid is not given."

Bringing the broth to his lips, the Pied Piper relished in its salty aroma. How could a denizen of Hamelin, known for their stern devotion to God's path, radiate such tender warmth? In what felt like but a heartbeat, the soup disappeared from his bowl. "Is... Is this the doctrine of thy Lord?"

She smiled as she took the bowl from him, "Indeed, it is the teaching of our Lord, who bids us to love one another as He loves us."

The Pied Piper could only chuckle and rake his fingers through his red hair, which twirled upwards in delicate curls at the base of his collarbone. "Throughout my long years upon this Earth, they have regarded me as but an exterminator, a mere tool to rid their towns of the earthly vermin. Never have I been graced by the presence of Mother Mary herself."

"Mother Mary? How does a pagan such as yourself know of her?" curiosity laced Y/N's voice as she sat down next to him. Inside the orphanage, the children, intrigued by the unusual encounter, giggled and vied for a view between their surrogate mother and the curious visitor.

The Piper bestowed upon her a subtle, enigmatic grin, and with a deft movement of his fingers, he began to play a soft, mesmerizing tune on his flute—a melody so enchanting that it seemed as if the very stars had descended to dance in the moonlit night.

The children, drawn by the enchanting music, abandoned their timid hideaways and gathered around the pair. Their eyes, wide with innocent wonder, bore witness to the magic of the Piper's tune—a melody that had never before graced their ears. For indeed, the orphans had never heard of the wonderous music before. It was unlike the solemn hymns of the church, rigid and controlled. Instead, it was a music that spoke of freedom, of joy, and liberation from the chains of the mundane.

Y/N couldn't help but feel that it danced on the edge of sin, but she could not deny the children their delight. She allowed them to dance and frolic, their laughter rising like the joyful laughter of forest spirits.

In the end, she never received an answer to her question.

With the passage of time, Y/N perceived a waning in the rat population, witnessed the orphans suffer less from the grip of disease, and felt her own health flourish in the absence of the rodents.

"Perhaps the Lord has graced me for extending sustenance to the Pied Piper?" she pondered, conversing with her fellow women during Sunday Mass.

"Hush, dear," came their swift rejoinder, "you were simply a fortunate soul. Our homes still teem with the pestilence of mice!"

"But consider this," Y/N beseeched, her voice laden with earnestness, "What if God sent this plague as a trial? A test of our kindness and charity, a challenge to alleviate the traveler's suffering, even if he be unconventional? If each working man were to bestow but one guilder upon the Piper, he would amass a bounty sufficient to lead the rats away from Hamelin!"

Her words did not go unheard by the mayor. Share his own coffers of wealth would he not. But pluck a thousand guilders from the working class to please the Piper—a fine deal indeed. After Mass, he called the Pied Piper to his office and told him of the proposal.

In response, the Piper laughed and shook his head, "Gentleman, the thousand guilders were but a jest. All I seek is a fine wife in exchange for my services."

The mayor's eyes lit up in delight. Now, he would not even need to part ways with his beloved coin! "Go forth, and choose an unmarried woman of your liking! Do anything that you must in order to kill the rats of Hamelin!"

On the morrow, the good folk of Hamelin awoke to a sight most peculiar. The Pied Piper, with his mop of hair burning red, led an army of rats away from the town, all the while playing a merry tune on his bone-carved flute. His garments billowed like swallows riding the breath of the wind, whilst the rats scurried at his feet, dancing with mania. They squeaked and chirped, running and tumbling in circles, over cobblestone roads, through the gates of Hamelin, over hills and meadows, until they reached the winding river Weser.

"Little rodents! Ye must be parched from your toil! Go, partake of the waters that the Lord Christ hath graciously provided!" sang the Piper, twirling around his own axis as he played the hypnotizing tune.

As if by some mystical command, the rats leaped into the river, one by one, and there, they met their watery fate.

"My, 'tis sorcery!" screeched the resident priest, clutching his cross in the palm of his gnarled hand. 

The mayor interjected, "But Reverend, thou must admit, the young lad hath cured us of this plight! And in return, all he seeks is a companion—a wife!"

The Pied Piper turned toward the crowd and bowed with theatrical elegance. The colors of his cloak simmered and contorted—one moment, a vibrant lemon yellow. The next—deep cerulean blue. Loud gasps of wonder and awe erupted from the crowd, who had formed a small comune along the river bank.

With a dazzling smile, the Pied Piper got down on one knee and raised his arms to the heavens, "Fair maiden, protector of the orphans, a soul akin to the benevolent Mary herself! Amongst the Christians of Hamelin, you alone treated me with the grace of human kindness. Would you do me the honor of becoming my cherished bride, despite the unfavorable reputation that taints my name among your townsfolk?"

Y/N froze and averted her gaze to the ground. Using the sleeve of her dress to conceal her face, she replied, "An outcast for an outcast, it seems. Piper, you have placed me in a most wretched predicament. I have dedicated my life in service to God and find myself an unwedded widow, a spinster by the world's judgment."

His expression darkened but was soon replaced by a charming smile. "Fair lady, I take it as a no?"

Unable to speak another word, the widow nodded, unable to reciprocate his smile. What use was there in accepting the hand of a man whose name remained a mystery to her? Besides, the priest would never officiate a marriage between a believing woman and an infidel. Even an infidel who saved Hamelin from certain ruin.

"Fear not. I had a lingering suspicion that such would be thy response."

Once more, he brought the bone-carved flute to his lips. But this time, the melody that poured forth carried an almost otherworldly quality, a tune that seemed to teeter on the brink of the supernatural.

The children, both orphans and those with families of their own, emerged from their homes, their gleeful laughter and exuberant cries resonating through the air like the unholy revelry of a wicked tarantella. Yet, as the music wove its spell, a sinister transformation overtook them. Their limbs elongated and stretched, contorting to grotesque proportions, as if every ounce of their humanity was being pulled apart by unseen hands.

The adults could not move a single muscle, it was as if their feet were planted firmly in the ground. Y/N herself was no exception, and she screamed and begged the Piper to stop this madness. But whenever she tried to take a step toward him, her legs were met with a gripping pain, searing through her body, mind, and soul. 

There was no doubt: The Piper wanted to see the Hamelians suffer. More specifically, Y/N.

Their movements grew wild and untamed, limbs flailing and twisting with a grotesque grace that defied the laws of nature. It was as though their bodies had become marionettes, but marionettes manipulated by a malevolent puppeteer, their movements driven by a dark and unholy force. They twirled and spun, their movements growing increasingly frenzied, entrapped in a wicked ritual that defied the doctrine of the Lord itself.

Laughter mixed with the cracking of bones as the children frolicked and pranced, following the Piper as he led them away from Hamelin. Together, they crossed the shimmering waters of the river Weser, traversed rolling hills, until they disappeared into the foreboding depths of the woods that led to Weidehohl. 

Y/N was the first to break out of the trance. With lightning-fast reflexes and a heart heavy with dread, she sprinted toward the looming woods that led to Weidehohl, her voice raised in a desperate cry. "Children! Come back! This is not the path ordained by the Lord!"

But her pleas fell upon deaf ears as the possessed children, their eyes vacant and their limbs contorted, followed the Piper deeper into the shadowy woods. Deeper into the woods she ran, the gnarled branches of ancient trees clawing at her as if trying to hold her back. She followed the trail of broken branches and twisted footprints, breadcrumbs of waning hope that stretched endlessly into the heart of the forest.

Finally, at the heart of the sinister forest, she stumbled upon the lame boy, his eyes wide with terror and confusion. His frail form quivered, unable to join in the manic dance of his peers. Y/N knelt beside him, murmuring prayers of protection and strength. "Where have they gone, dear child?"

"There..." the lame boy whispered, pointing to a clearing in the midst of the woods.

The widow told the boy to stay put and approached the clearing. To her surprise, the clearing appeared utterly ordinary, as if untouched by the dark enchantment that had gripped the children. Bewildered, she turned back to check on the lame boy, only to have her heart plummet to her very shoes. He had vanished without a trace.

Heart hammering in her chest, she ran through the woods, between the ancient trees, leaping over quaint forest streams. But the lame boy was nowhere to be found. Not even the wretched Piper or the remaining children.

A gloved hand grabbed hers. Y/N shrieked and begged to be released, but it only caused the grip to tighten. She blinked and the next thing she knew, she was in a forest village, surrounded by the children she had come to love oh-so-dearly. 

Overcome with relief, she ran forward and embraced the children, sobbing and wailing just like at her deceased husband's funeral. Through tear-filled eyes, she beheld a wondrous transformation of the world around her. Waters gushed and sparkled, fruit trees burst into bloom with an otherworldly splendor, and flowers unfurled in hues that defied earthly comparison. Sparrows radiated a brilliance surpassing that of peacocks, their plumage resplendent. Horses bore wings akin to eagles, and even the honeybees had shed their stingers.

"Welcome to Weidehohl!" announced the Piper, taking her hand once more. Ignoring her pleas for release, he dipped and twirled the maiden with practiced ease, his steps sure and confident. Whispering sweet nothings, he drew her close for a kiss, and his gloved fingers brushed away the tears that streamed down her face. They danced in graceful circles, surrounded by the mesmerizing melody of the birds and the bees, who serenaded them with joyful chirps and buzzing.

It was then that she noticed the transformed children, each playing a flute similar to the one that dangled from the Piper's neck. The tune that flowed from their instruments was all too familiar—a cherished church hymn reserved for weddings. Dread seized her heart as the realization settled in, and all she could do was weep as the Pied Piper kissed away her tears,

As she danced, a small piece of metal fell from within the man's garments and onto the forest floor.

A timepiece, engraved with a lovingly-crafted portrait of herself on their wedding day. But in place of her late husband now stood the Pied Piper.

[josivalblog]

Las perlas del efebo.

The pearls of the ephebe.

Foto: @JosivalFotos (en X)

Modelo: #Felipe No. 11 @boy_vuitton (en X)

Siempre en el proyecto fotográfico #JosivalFotos #hombres naturales, sin tapujos, diversos. #male #jóvenes, sus hermosos #pies y, a veces, algo más.

[deepinsideyourbeing]

Vi un TikTok de una mamá diciendo que nadie te prepara para la manera en la que te explota el corazón al momento de darle el primer bañito a tu bebe y bueno yo soy solo humana... Enzo x reader?❤️

Fluff ♡

-Dejame a mí- insistís.

-No, no tenés que hacer fuerza.

No podés enojarte, ¿no? Durante toda la relación y especialmente en el embarazo Enzo siempre te cuidó, pero desde que regresaron del hospital se volvió todavía más atento y está presente hasta en los detalles más microscópicos, probablemente mimándote más que a la bebé.

Sumergís tus dedos en el agua de la pequeña bañera para comprobar que la temperatura sea ideal, asegurándote también de tener a mano el resto de los productos necesarios, y hacés un gesto para que Enzo se aproxime. Toma a la bebé con cuidado y se acerca con pasos lentos hasta la ducha, aceptando tu ayuda cuando necesita arrodillarse.

-No llores, no llores, no llores- suplican ambos cuando los pies de la pequeña rozan el agua. No llora y tampoco se queja, para alivio de ambos, porque está concentrada en el rostro de Enzo –y las muecas ridículas que hace- e ignora lo que sucede en la habitación.

Recogés con tus manos pequeñas cantidades de agua para bañar delicadamente el cuerpo de tu hija, acariciando en un principio la suave piel de sus pies y sus pequeñas piernas. Ella te dedica dos o tres miradas que parecen ser de confusión y emite algún que otro sonido que endulza tus oídos y los de Enzo, que es puro sonrisas y orgullo.

-¿Le ponemos el conjuntito blanco de ositos? Y le sacamos fotos con el jazmín.

Asentís aún concentrada en humedecer el cabello oscuro de la pequeña, sin lugar a dudas heredado de su padre, y luego mojás tus manos para poder lavar su dulce rostro. Jurás que te está sonriendo, independientemente de si es posible o no, y no podés evitar acariciar su nariz y las comisuras de sus labios mientras mordés los tuyos para contener la emoción.

-A veces tenés buenas ideas.

-¿Esta no fue una buena idea?- señala a la bebé y le arrojás unas gotas de agua en el rostro para borrar su mueca burlona.

-¿Los Vogrincic siempre hacen chistes tan malos?

-Vos también sos Vogrincic.

-No de nacimiento, así que tengo mejor sentido del humor- negás-. Y ella fue mi idea.

 -Entonces el próximo puede ser idea mía.

-¡Enzo!

Suelta una carcajada estrepitosa, sólo porque sabe que el sonido no molestará a la pequeña, y esquiva el golpe que dirigís a su brazo. La bebé se queja en sus manos, como si reclamara los segundos de atención que no le brindan, por lo que ambos vuelven a la tarea del baño y se apresuran para evitar que sienta frío.

Sólo cuando la envuelven en una toalla y te sentás en la cama para vestirla Enzo te permite sostenerla unos segundos, confiando en que gracias a la posición tu cuerpo no se encontrará tan exigido y que el esfuerzo no será demasiado agotador.

.A vos también te quiero sacar fotos- besa tu mejilla-. ¿Querés?

-Estoy hecha un desastre.

-Nada que ver- se arrodilla entre tus piernas-. Estás más hermosa que nunca.

¿Qué pasa que hoy estoy escribiendo sobre bebés y embarazos? *mira el calendario* Ah, sí, cierto. Es la fecha y también las ganas que tengo de regalarle un par de hijos a Enzo 😔

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