#top right.... OF COURSE he was the only one who threw it perfectly in the middle meanwhile everyone else had it horribly off-center......

[themultifanshipper]

As much love as the fans showed Yuki, one little-known fact about him was that no one would ever love him quite as much as his wife did. And they expressed it a bit too loudly for everyone else’s liking.

Warnings: I almost vomited from the fluff, nasty sex to counterbalance tho, putting food in places it should not be, physical injury (burn), then more disgusting fluff. Cringe dialogue. Tried something new writing in the 3rd person so tell me if it’s okay

They were still very much in the honeymoon phase, only having been married for a year, but they were truly, madly, deeply, disgustingly in love. Emphasis on the disgusting. Because they fucked anywhere and everywhere, all the damn time.

It was becoming a problem, in particular for Daniel, who had asked that the walls separating their driver rooms be soundproofed, and to never be on the same hotel floor as Yuki.

Because Yuki was insatiable and so was his wife.

There they were, in Yuki’s massive kitchen, while she made dinner and Yuki watched her, glass of wine (not his first) in his hand. How lucky that he married a woman whose father was a world famous chef. She’d insisted on making him something special for their 1 year anniversary, so he just sat on the other side of the kitchen Island while she worked away at her pots and pans.

“You know I love you, right?” He asked.

She looked at him with an amused twinkle in her eye. “I would hope so baby, otherwise why did you marry me?”

“For your amazing smile, of course! And your father’s money” he smirked at her.

“Well then thank god I made you sign a prenup then!”

They both giggled and sighed like lovesick fools, and sent each other flying kisses from across the island. If anyone else had been there, they would probably have been sick, especially Daniel, who knew way too much about their sex habits to be fooled by all the lovey-dovey PDA they always shared around everyone.

She’d finished all the prep and had just turned the stove on when she climbed onto a chair to open the top cabinet which contained more bottles of expensive wine.

That’s when Yuki noticed. She was wearing one of his shirts, which was slightly big on her given his build, that part he already knew, but as she lifted her arms, he noticed she was wearing nothing underneath. Literally nothing.

She was cooking for him (that on it’s own enough to get him in the mood) straight up shirt-cocking it (shirt-pussying it?), Winnie the pooh style. In a shirt with his name on it.

It was all too much for little Yuki Tsunoda as he slinked off his chair and made his way towards her. He made it halfway around the island before she noticed and scolded him.

“Nuh-huh, get out of my space baby. This is my kitchen tonight!”

He didn’t listen as he ran the rest of the way and kissed her, arms weaving around her waist. The advantage of being almost the same height was that neither had to bend their head awkwardly, their bodies just slotted together perfectly. He grabbed at the back of her thighs and she wrapped them around his waist, enjoying how much strength he possessed as he didn’t even flinch.

He plopped her on the counter between the stove and the fridge, the cold marble against her heated flesh making her gasp against his lips. Without looking and without breaking the kiss, one of Yuki’s hands trailed down between her legs, the other going into the meticulously organised fridge.

She pulled away, needing oxygen, and saw what he’d taken out: a can of whipped cream. Uh oh. He grinned at her, shaking the can, and she raised an eyebrow at him.

“And what, pray tell, are you going to do with that?”

He smirked “I am going to decorate my entrée.”

She rolled her eyes as he pushed on her chest to lay her down before pulling up her shirt over her tits. He then proceeded to squirt whipped cream over them, making her gasp. Finally, he produced a jar of sprinkles from god knows where and threw a generous amount over the cream.

“cakes” he said simply, making her wheeze because what the fuck Yuki, but she didn’t laugh for long as he wasted no time diving in, tongue first, liking up the quickly melting cream.

The coldness of the cream had made her nipples hard, and he took the opportunity to suck on them harshly, making her whine and grab his hair while he licked up every last drop of his handywork. Then he spent a few minutes worshipping, licking and nibbling every bit of bare skin he could get his mouth on.

Once he was done and she was panting, he lifted her legs and ordered her to hold them open, exposing her to him completely. And as he suspected, she had already made a puddle on the counter, making him groan and cup himself through his joggers, that were well tented by now.

“Naughty, not wearing anything underneath. Is this what you expected to happen?”

She nodded quickly “Yes! Please Yuki, touch me.”

His fingers tapped around her thighs, never getting anywhere near where she needed them most.

“And who made you wet like this, hmmm?”

She huffed impatiently “You did Yuki, been thinking about tonight all week!”

He raised his eyebrows as he shook the can again. “Really? I must savour it then.”

He squirted a healthy amount all over her pussy, not wasting any time with sprinkles. The heat from her skin melted it almost immediately, drops rolling down her flesh, across her ass and onto the counter. He trailed his finger through the mess, slipping it into his mouth as he moaned, the taste of the cream mixing with her slick made an absolute banger mix.

The madman didn’t waste any more time, he buried his face into the mess between her thighs, lapping up as much of it as he could and using his very skilled tongue to bring her to the edge in minutes.

She came with a loud cry and her hips bucked into his mouth, spreading a mix of cum and leftover cream over his face as he let her ride the wave, her hands firmly tangled in his hair.

When her body finally stopped thrumming with aftershocks, she pushed herself up to kiss him, but before their lips could meet, she shrieked.

She had left the stove on, and in her haste, put her hand straight on the scorching surface.

Yuki immediately picked her up and brought her to the sink to run her hand under the cold water.

“Are you okay baby?”

She nodded, whimpering as the feeling slowly faded from her hand from the cold and he kissed her cheek, arms around her squeezing tight.

“Why don’t I finish dinner while you go put some aloe on it?

She nodded again, and when she felt like her hand was going to survive the trip, she shuffled off to the bathroom.

After dinner, they lay in bed snuggling, while Yuki kissed each knuckle carefully over and over.

“I’m sorry” He whispered.

She giggled “You’ve got nothing to be sorry about, baby. It was entirely my stupidity that led us here.”

He buried his head in the crook of her neck, kissing her skin softly “I love you”

“I love you too, Yuki”

He smiled and tightened his hold around her waist and they both fell asleep like that, wrapped in each other’s arms.

The fact that Yuki is looking at pierre in that pic keeps me awake at night.

Hope you enjoyed this, will probably write more things like this (that is a threat)

[rpfisfine]

alex in qtcinderella's pottery stream

[nottsangel]

the red means i love you — r.c.

pairing: dark!rafe cameron x dark!reader

warnings: 18+ smut, murder, vaginal sex, extreme violence, stabbing, blood, knifeplay (carving), bloodplay, possessive and obsessive behaviour (reader and rafe), fingering, hair pulling, slight spanking, toxic relationship, reader and rafe are both fucked in the head

word count: 5k

summary: in a relationship fueled by hidden obsession and jealousy, you and your boyfriend are more alike than you initially thought.

moodboard // m.list // blurbs m.list // taglist

You hummed along to the song blasting from your speakers, stretched out on your stomach while absentmindedly scrolling through TikTok, your long nails tapping against the screen. With your boyfriend away on their annual family vacation, you were left restless and bored. Since you started dating him a year ago, you've spent practically every moment together, causing your hobbies and personal interests to gradually fade, along with your sense of individuality. He was the centre of your world, everything in your life revolved around him— you were willing to go to any lengths for him, and you knew he would do the same for you. What you both didn’t know, was how far you would be willing to go for each other.

Yawning while watching the nth slime scoopability video on your TikTok for you page, a notification popped up on your phone— rafe_cameron posted a new picture! You instantly tapped on it, having notifications turned on for a reason only to find a photo of your boyfriend on a yacht, clad in nothing but his blue swimsuit. Fuck. His defined abs, the tight shorts showing his bulge through the fabric, his hair messy and slightly wet— you instantly felt an ache between your legs, prompting you to rub your thighs together.

Though it had only been a few days since you had last seen him, his absence weighed heavy and the picture didn’t help. You found yourself analysing every single detail of the picture, but your focus kept going back to his bulge as you could practically feel his cock filling you up so perfectly like he does every night again, except for tonight. You were desperately craving his touch, and just as you were about to reach your hand into your shorts to relieve the achy feeling, your mood was ruined when you checked the comment section.

oliviaprentiss4: looking good Cameron! 😍

Bang. You threw your phone aggressively at the wall while letting out a piercing scream as your breaths grew shallow and fast, anger coursing through your veins. Fucking bitch. Of course it’s Olivia, who goes after your man every chance she gets. Despite Rafe's constant assurances that she's just a friend and nothing more, as a girl yourself, you can't help but notice the subtle flirtations — the way she twirls her blonde locks while gazing up at him with fuck-me eyes whenever they talk. You're not stupid.

You fixed your gaze intently on the wall, attempting to collect your thoughts and calm your breathing as a plan dawned upon you. Swiftly grabbing the lip gloss from the bedside table next to you, you hastily reapplied it before gathering your phone from the ground and switching to the camera app. You raised your phone in the air, pushing your tits up and pulling your top down just a tad bit, leaving nearly nothing to the imagination as you snapped a few pictures while switching poses.

Brandon is gonna fucking love these, you thought to yourself while scrolling through your camera roll, referring to a fratboy you met at a party before you started dating Rafe. You hooked up with him once, seeing him as nothing more than just a one-night stand, but he became obsessed with you after that— replying to your Instagram stories daily and asking you to hang out at least once a week. You knew he would comment if you posted a few sexy pics, and you were right.

brandontheman: cute top, but im more interested in whats under it ;)

You bit your lip as an amused but sinister smile spread across your face, knowing it would infuriate Rafe. Clicking back on his profile to check the new picture once more, you noticed new comments had been added. Your smile abruptly vanished as you glanced at Rafe's comments section again, feeling the anger that had started to subside returning with force.

rafe_cameron: @ oliviaprentiss4 Thanks liv.

Liv. He fucking calls her Liv. Fucking asshole. You muttered curses under your breath, fists clenching as your breathing quickened and your jaw tightened again. He could've simply ignored her. Or deleted her comment. Or blocked her when you started complaining about the bitch four months ago. But no— the fucking idiot calls her Liv, for everyone to see, including you.

With hands trembling from sheer rage, you redirected your attention to your phone before switching profiles. rafe_cameron. Now, you wouldn't exactly label yourself as toxic for having his profile logged in on your phone. You're just, you know, keeping an eye on him, with the best intentions after all. Even though he was unaware that you peeked into his phone to get his password when he was showering. Hmm. Okay, maybe you were a little toxic, you can admit that much. But being toxic means being smart so you went to settings and disabled notifications, ensuring Rafe wouldn’t suspect a thing before tapping on his chat with Olivia.

As you scrolled through the chat, nothing new caught your eye, which didn't come as a surprise given that you checked his profile on a daily basis. It was the usual— Olivia showering him with compliments whenever he posted a picture of himself, and him graciously thanking her. You shook your head in disbelief, your jaw tensing with anger at his consistent responses to her. She was a big problem— a serious threat to your relationship, and you desperately needed to get rid of her. You took a deep breath, hoping your plan would succeed, before typing out a message.

rafe_cameron: hey liv.

oliviaprentiss4: hey rafey!

Rafey. Oh, this bitch really wants to die.

rafe_cameron: my girlfriend is out of town tonight. wanna come over?

oliviaprentiss4: sounds good! I’ll be there at 9!! 🤍

Not a girl’s girl, huh? You scoffed at how easily she agreed to a man cheating on his girlfriend, yet a small smile tugged at your lips as it seemed that your plan was starting to take work. Now you just had to figure out how to get inside Tannyhill, but let’s be real— breaking in is the easiest part of it all.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting eerie shadows across the Cameron’s estate except for a few lights that you hastily switched on when you arrived five minutes before nine. It was quiet; the only sounds in the eerie mansion were the ticking of a clock and a few birds chirping outside.

You were impatiently sitting on the couch, waiting for Olivia, with your knee bouncing up and down— not from nerves though, but rather, excitement. A wicked grin spread across your face as you heard the doorknob turn, followed by cautious footsteps on the wooden floor. Olivia gasped audibly when she spotted you, her face flushing bright red as she stumbled over her words, too stunned to articulate a coherent sentence.

“I- Sorry, Rafe said- I mean. I thought you wouldn’t-“ “You thought what, exactly? That you could fuck my boyfriend without me knowing? God, you really are such a stupid, fucking bitch.”

Your words hit her hard, causing her to freeze in place as she fiddled with her fingers nervously. She realized she fucked up bad when she caught the insane, psychotic glare in your narrowed eyes, which was filled with unmistakable hatred directed at her. It sent shivers down her spine— she came to the stark realization that you were more than simply a jealous girlfriend; she was fearing for her life.

You rose from the couch and marched towards her, causing her to take steps back in panic, her eyes widening in terror. But you were quicker, consumed by rage. She cried out in agony as you seized a handful of her blonde hair, and violently hauled her towards the ground until she smashed into the floor with a loud thud.

“Tsk, so many men, and still, you had to choose mine. Dumbest decision you could make, Liv. And you’re gonna fucking regret it.” You hissed as you straddled her. She slowly opened her eyes, feeling disoriented from her head hitting the floor as she confusedly gazed up at you. It was over for her. You knew it, she knew it. The poor girl gulped when you took a knife out of your back pocket— the pocket knife that Rafe bought you to defend yourself from men. Oh, if only he knew. Thank you baby, best present ever.

“Here’s what I’m gonna do. I will use this cute little knife to stab you, okay? Not just once though, no, there’s no fun in that.” Now, this was the moment where she broke down in tears, pleading for you to let her go. You revelled in the sense of power, devoid of any trace of empathy, as you observed the girl's panicked state with streaks of mascara running down her face. What the fuck did she expect? It’s the consequences of her own actions.

You gripped her face tightly, sharp nails pressing into her skin as you forced her to meet your gaze, her eyes wide with fear and brimming with tears as they met yours. She was frozen in place, paralyzed by an overwhelming sense of dread. “Hey, hey, just shut up for a moment and let me do my thing, okay? This is my moment and I can’t have you fucking it up. I’ve been looking forward to this.”

You paused and slowly closed your eyes, savouring the momentary bliss until Olivia interrupted you, prompting an irritated exhale and forcing your eyes to reopen. “Let me go, please! I wasn’t even gonna do anything with him! I promise!” she attempted and pleaded for one last time, despite knowing deep down that it wouldn't change anything. Your hatred was too strong, as evidenced by your eyes— the psychotic look on your face caused goosebumps to form all over her body.

“You think…” you started, breath quickening in growing anger as your jaw tensed, shaking your head and snickering in disbelief, “…you can fucking LIE TO ME?” you screamed before raising the knife in the air, not wasting any more time as she only fuelled your rage further, followed by bringing it back down, right into her chest next to her silver necklace with the letter ‘O’ attached to it. She let out a piercing scream out of agony before you quickly pulled the knife out, blood spurting in every direction possible just like in slasher movies, making you forget for a moment that this was real life. You were so caught up in the moment— it felt therapeutic in a way to finally release all of your pent-up rage.

“Don’t” stab. “touch” stab. “my” stab. “man, Liv.” stab, stab, stab.

Your heart raced as you witnessed the life drain from her ocean-blue eyes, a rush of power and exhilaration consuming you as you smiled down at her with a manic glint in your eyes. You experienced a strange sense of peace along with a wave of relief washing over you. Problem solved.

Standing up again, you had to steady yourself as you felt slightly lightheaded with adrenaline rushing through your body. You wiped the remaining blood from your face with your shirt before hearing a faint scream coming from upstairs, making you gasp as your heart beat out of your chest. What the fuck? You were convinced that no one was home, the entire Cameron family on their yearly vacation far, far away.

The screams came to an abrupt halt followed by a loud thud before hearing a person grunt, as if they were struggling while carrying something heavy. Fuck fuck fuck. This was when you started to panic. Whoever it was coming down the stairs right now was about to witness you fully covered in blood with a fucking dead body lying next to you on the floor. It was over.

“Shit man… why’s it never the skinny, short guys she fuckin’ falls for?” you heard a familiar voice complain, making you blink your eyes a few times as you saw your boyfriend descend the stairs while dragging a lifeless body behind him. “…Rafe?” you uttered, making him snap his head to the side, startled by your sweet-laced voice calling out his name.

First, his gaze fell on you, locking his blue eyes with yours, both widening in shock while staring at each other. Oh, he really fucked up, he thought, until he noticed the corpse next to you with the knife in your right hand, fresh blood dripping from it onto the floor. He then turned to face the body he was dragging down the stairs, blinking several times as he attempted to process the bizarre situation.

“Oh shit. We’re like that one Spiderman meme, babe.” you chuckled, cocking your head to the side as you watched the body comically fall down each step with a thud, leaving a trail of fresh blood behind. Rafe looked at you in astonishment, before his face quickly turned into one of absolute fury with nostrils flaring and his eyes narrowing. You knew that look on your boyfriend’s face— he was about to freak the fuck out. “ooohh my god, oh my god… what— what the FUCK are you doing?!”

Your face instantly dropped as you scoffed at the hypocrisy, “What the fuck am I doing? What the fuck are YOU doing?” you hurriedly marched towards him, casually stepping over the girl’s lifeless body with the bloody knife still in your right hand. With your faces merely inches away, you stared into his enraged, narrowed blue eyes before turning your attention to the body resting against the stairs. Brandon. The poor boy has been beaten to death with what you assume Rafe’s baseball bat, which has been sitting in the corner of his room untouched for quite some time, always leaving you wondering why he still had that thing. Well, that question was answered now. Brandon’s face was nearly unrecognisable, it was not a nice sight. He was covered in blood from head to toe, and it was clear Rafe used Brandon’s body to get all his aggression out.  

Your attention was then drawn to the once-white carpet he was standing on, which was now ruined and completely covered in blood. “Oh, and real smart, Rafe. Letting a body bleed all over your fucking carpet. What are you gonna tell your family, huh?” You snorted, taking in the mess that Rafe had made all over the house.

“That’s… that’s what you’re fuckin’ worried about here!? Just… I—  I don’t know, say you were on your period or some shit, jesus.” he rolled his eyes and shook his head, obviously not thinking about the fucking carpet right now as his mind raced with a thousand thoughts while squinting his eyes, still trying to figure out who the body was on the other end of the room.

“Is that— is that Oliv-“ “ON MY PERIOD, RAFE?! I’D BE FUCKING DEAD ALREADY IF THAT’S HOW MUCH I BLEED EACH MONTH, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!”

Rafe briefly closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, attempting to block out your exasperating voice but failing miserably as it was the only thing he could hear at that moment. His breathing accelerated and his eyes narrowed as his frustration reached its boiling point, his vision blurred with a red haze of anger before punching a hole in the wall, the impact echoing throughout the room, sending shockwaves of sound outward. “FUCK! Why do you— why you always gotta fuck things up for us, huh? Can’t you just be a normal fucking girlfriend for once? Jesus fucking christ.”

A normal girlfriend? Your heart shattered into a thousand pieces at his words. Each syllable fell like a knife to the heart, leaving you more vulnerable and hurt. In that moment, you realized with a sense of sorrow that no matter how much you loved him, it would never be enough. Tears from sheer rage and heartache began to well up in your eyes as your grip on the knife tightened. You felt so misunderstood— why couldn’t he just see that no girl could ever love him the way you do? That everything you do is for him?

“I— I did this for you, Rafe, for us. Can’t you fucking see that? She was gonna— fuck—  she was gonna ruin what we have!” you spoke in a trembling but urgent voice, swaying the knife in front of his face as blood splattered all over the walls, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. “I’d do anything for you, you hear me? ANYTHING! Nothing is ever gonna get between us, Rafe. And no one— no one will ever love you more than I do.” His eyes were eerily still, devoid of any trace of humanity, as he stood frozen, listening to your ramblings. It only fuelled your rage more, as you so desperately tried to get it through his head that you did it for him, with the best intentions, but Rafe gave no reaction.

“I just—  I just don’t get it… How the FUCK is this my-“ you continued with tears streaming down your face but gasped when you were abruptly interrupted by Rafe grabbing your face, leaving a red blood imprint on your cheek before pushing you against the cold wall followed by his lips meeting yours in a fervent urgency. His body was pressed against yours with his hand gripping the back of your head, pushing you deeper into him to intensify the kiss as your tongues danced together. At that moment, all your surroundings melted away as you were lost in the overwhelming need for each other.

Because oddly, it turned him on— your insanity turned him on. It stirred a sensation of warmth, a tingling feeling, and a deep sense of gratitude within him. Knowing someone loved him to the point of being willing to do anything for him, even if that meant killing— that was all Rafe needed in his lonely existence, longing for someone to love him with the same intensity he felt for them. Rafe Cameron just needed to be loved.

“You’re— you’re… fuckin’ perfect.” Rafe whispered, his voice laced with an unfamiliar sweetness as his blue eyes intensely gazed into yours. Perfect? You blinked a few times as you shook your head, unable to process the sudden change in demeanour. “W-what?” you stared at him before he cupped your face with both hands, a look of solace and devotion on his blood-stained face. “Listen to me, yeah? ‘m never gonna let you go, I fuckin’ promise that. I’d do anything for you— anything, you hear me? Gonna take good fuckin’ care of my girl, a’ight?”

A relieved smile graced your lips, a chuckle escaping as you found comfort before you leaned in to kiss him once more, the embrace deeper and more intense than before, filled with longing and desire. He pushed you towards the couch, making you stumble backwards while feeling more aroused with each step you took. It was a bizarre scene— both of you covered in fresh blood, hungrily touching every part of each other’s bodies, with two corpses on the floor next to you, still bleeding all over. But that wasn’t any of your concern at that moment. All you cared about was how his skilled hands moved over your skin, making you crave him even more.

Rafe, on the other hand, felt he still had something to prove— as if murdering a man wasn’t enough. He needed you to know how good he could make you feel. He needed you to understand that no man on this planet could treat you better than him. You could see it in his lustful eyes as he pushed you back on the couch, followed by him crawling on top of you and attacking your still blood-covered neck with hungry kisses. The ticklish feeling of Rafe’s mouth made you giggle as the metallic tang of blood flooded his senses, coating his tongue with an iron bitterness that lingered long. He didn’t know whose blood it even was, maybe both of theirs together mixed with yours, by the way he was so aggressively biting and sucking on your skin.

“Mine. All fuckin’ mine. Got it?” he snarled as he withdrew and grasped your face tightly, forcing you to look him into his intense eyes. You agreed with a nod, flashing a naughty smile as you gazed up at him coyly through your lashes. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Don’t wanna go around killin’ the entire neighbourhood.” He growled, before trailing his lips to your earlobe, gently sucking on it as his expensive cologne filled your nostrils. “But I will if I have to.” His voice raspy as he spoke, making you become wetter with each passing second.

“Hm, i don’t doubt that.” You remarked before a moan escaped your lips caused by Rafe’s hand groping your tits under your shirt, massaging them over the laced bra that he bought for you. “But know that I would kill the entire female population of the Outer Banks.” He couldn't help but let out an amused chuckle, still wrapping his head around just how insane his girlfriend truly was. “You’re so fucked in the head, shit.“ he whispered, pulling your bra down and toying with your nipples, making you bite your lip, “Just how I like it.”

Rafe then grabbed the knife from where you had dropped it next to the couch, skilfully twirling it a few times. You observed him with a rush of anticipation, uncertain of his intentions. He slid the knife beneath your top, eliciting a gasp as he swiftly sliced through the fabric, ruining your clothes, before repeating the action with your shorts.

“Rafe, what the fuck!” You hissed in annoyance as he destroyed your clothes. “Those were my favourites! Oh, don’t you fucking dare do the same with my underwear” It was evident he wasn't taking you seriously, the smug smile on his face only grew bigger before he slipped the knife under your bra and cut it open as well in one swift motion.

“Don’t be fuckin’ stupid. You know I can buy you anything you want, yeah?” Your lace underwear was next, leaving you inwardly agitated as he cut the fabric and flung it across the room. Seeing your dejected expression, he released an exasperated sigh. “Stop with the whining. I’ll take you shopping tomorrow, a’ight?”

He seized you by the hips and quickly turned you around, pressing your face into the cushion before you could comprehend what was happening as in an instant, you found yourself face down with your ass up, angled towards him. “Fuckin’ soaked already, huh?” He suddenly grabbed a handful of your hair and raised your head, then stuck his blood-covered fingers into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around his digits with a mixture of blood and drool running down your chin while feeling his clothed boner press against your bare ass. “Yeah— that’s right baby. Lick my fingers clean like a good fuckin’ girl.” You could feel yourself dripping down your inner thighs before Rafe scooped it up with his now clean fingers and slipped them into you from behind, making you let out a hitched breath at the sudden sensation as you moaned his name.

It didn’t take long for his digits to find your g-spot as he skilfully rubbed against it, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your pornographic moans combined with the wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of you made it difficult for him to control himself any longer, so he abruptly pulled out, causing you to whine at the sudden loss of contact. “You bitch! I was so fucking close!” Rafe’s hand reeled back before you felt a stinging pain on your ass, making you jolt forward on the couch. “Watch that fuckin’ mouth if you wanna cum.”

You heard the unbuckling of a belt behind you followed by feeling Rafe’s erection teasing your folds, dragging the tip up and down as his precum mixed with your wetness. Growing increasingly impatient, you tried to push yourself back onto his cock, to no avail as he held your hips firmly. “Aww, poor girl wants it bad, huh?” his voice laced with faux sympathy. “Then beg for it.”

“Rafe just fucking do-“ your words were quickly interrupted by him grasping your hair and leaning down to your eye level. “I said fuckin’ beg for it.”

“Fuck. Please, okay! I need to feel you! Just, please, fuck me” Rafe pushed himself into you in one quick thrust, swallowed by your warmth as he watched his cock disappear into your body. He gave you no time to adjust as he stretched you out completely, causing a brief sensation of pain that was quickly replaced by pleasure. He let out a sigh at the feeling, one hand on your lower back and the other on your hip as he quickly set a brutal pace— deep, erratic thrusts hitting your sweet spots so perfectly. Your nails scraped against the leather of the couch, nearly tearing it apart as you pushed yourself back onto Rafe’s cock, making him grunt at the sight. He massaged your inner walls so perfectly, making you moan his name loudly over and over again.

Rafe suddenly stopped in his tracks, cautioning, “Stay still or this will hurt, like bad, a’ight?”, causing you to furrow your brows in confusion before hearing him reach for the knife once again from next to him, sending a gulp down your throat. You tensed, anticipating the sensation, well aware of what was about to happen, just as you felt the sharp edge of the blade against your delicate skin while he was still balls deep inside of you. “So fuckin’ pretty all covered in blood, shit.” You could feel the letters he was etching into your skin— R.C., his initials. Once he was done, he tossed the knife on the floor before quickly pulling out, causing you to whine at the sudden empty feeling as he leaned down, licking up your blood that was dripping from the fresh wounds, mingling with Olivia's still-stained blood on your skin. “Forever mine.”

Rafe slapped your ass once again, causing you to cry out from the stinging pain of his hand making contact with the fresh carvings on your skin. “Now, where were we?” He slipped into you again as he mercilessly continued his thrusts, strangled noises leaving your mouth at the sudden feeling. He noticed your moans were muffled by the pillow so he grabbed a handful of your hair and tugged it firmly, pulling you back to meet his thrusts.

“Shit, look at ya now. Not so tough anymore, huh?” Rafe groaned as he pounded into you, his brutal thrusts making your eyes roll to the back of your head as your vision started to blur. “Shut— up.” You muttered in between his thrusts, your mind all fuzzy as his tip repeatedly hit your cervix. You clenched around him when he kept hitting that one spot inside you, the pleasure building as you could feel his cock twitching inside you.

You arched your back with your eyes fluttering shut as felt your orgasm approaching. “I’m— I’m so fucking close, oh my god” You moaned out with your mouth agape, nails digging deep into the skin of his arm that was wrapped around your body as the sensation became too much for you.

“Come f’me, doll. Gonna fill you up so fuckin’ good” Rafe’s hand snaked around your body to rub fast circles on your sensitive clit, making you moan loudly as your orgasm abruptly struck you, causing you to clench hard around his cock with buckling knees. All your muscles tensed as you saw stars, a wave of pleasure fully overtaking you with Rafe still pounding into you, chasing his own orgasm. He came not too long after you, slow and drawn-out curses spilling from his lips with his head thrown back as you could feel the familiar pool of warmth fill you up to the brim, completely emptying himself inside of you as his orgasm hit him.

He rode out his high before he carefully pulled out as your chest rose and fell in a frantic rhythm, each breath a struggle to fill your lungs with air while trying to regain your breath. “My pretty, pretty girl.” Rafe praised, staring at your cum-dripping cunt with a grin on his face.

As you opened your eyes, the harsh reality crashed over you like a wave, sending a shiver down your spine at the sight of the lifeless bodies lying across the floor. Panic laced your voice as you turned to face Rafe, desperation evident in your words. "Rafe? What the fuck are we going to do with the bodies?"

His response was surprisingly calm, his tone carrying an unsettling assurance. "Don't worry ‘bout that. I'll take care of it, a’ight?"

The eerie composure in his voice sent a chill down your spine, hinting at a familiarity with murdering that made your stomach churn. "What? How— how do you know how to clean up bodies?"

A sinister smirk crept onto his handsome features, causing you to furrow your brows in confusion and disbelief before his blue eyes stared deep into yours, holding you in their gaze with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. “Princess, what do you think happened to poor Jake last month? And Dylan before that?”

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[leviathism]

gender neutral reader

“Goodnight!” You shouted down the hallway before you shut your door, unable to not smile after you heard the muffled replies of the brothers shouting back to you.

Climbing into bed had never been a difficult task and today it was no different. With you safe under your covers and your phone to distract you, you were perfectly content.

But, then, of course,  Mammon came marching in as he had always done since your first week here. However, you had grown so used to this that it no longer disrupted the peace anymore.

So, you ignored him and simply lifted up the covers for him to slide into.

After a few minutes of DevilTok, you threw your phone onto your nightstand and covered yourself up with your blanket. You were finally ready to sleep.

Mammon curled closer, his face hidden in the blanket over your stomach. You smoothed his hair down, smiling at how he only pressed closer at the touch.

Your door creaked open. You raised your head but you were unable to tell who it was. They settled on the side opposite of where Mammon had gotten in and rubbed your shoulder gently instead of saying anything.

The lamp turned on. It was Satan. You rolled onto your stomach, trying to shield your eyes from the light. Mammon grumbled, annoyed that he could no longer hide his face in your body comfortably.

Your door once again creaked open. You groaned.

Another weight to the bed. Someone had decided to lay on your back. Four people in your bed was too unusual. You peeked an eye open.

Mammon was baring his teeth like a feral animal at whoever was on top of you. You would bet a thousand Grimm that it was Belphie.

You looked to your right. Satan wasn’t even reading his book and was instead looking at you.

You rolled your eyes. You knew what was happening. Your demons had once again came to the conclusion that you were human with a human lifespan.

You decided to just let them angst this one out.

The door opened and this time, two pairs of footsteps wondered to your bed. “Sorry, hun,” Asmo whispered as he crawled over you and Mammon. “Wanted to see you.”

“Uh huh…” Levi took his spot on the outside of your legs, your left calf acting as a cushion for his head. You prayed that you wouldn’t accidentally kick him in your sleep.

Then you heard the crunching of chips and a crinkle of a bag. You hadn’t even noticed him walk in.

You moaned into your pillow, exhausted beyond belief. “Beel, please stop eating. I know it sucks to be told that, but go outside if you’re going to crunch.”

There was an incoherent reply and then silence. The edge of the mattress dipped down. Satan turned his lamp off.

You worked on ignoring all of them, closing your eyes tightly and hoping for the best. Asmo dragged his manicured nails up and down your arm and it pulled you into a sleepy haze. You hummed out your appreciation and Asmo giggled tiredly in response.

You felt yourself rocking in and out of sleep, even drooling with how at peace you were. Maybe it wasn’t so bad having six demons in bed with you. Maybe it was worth it for this amount of comfort.

And then your door slammed open.

“Get out of their room, now.” A deadly aura made you choke on air, shivering violently. Lucifer was in his demon form and livid.

Belphie jolted awake on your back, making you gasp in pain as his elbows and knees dug into you. Mammon reacted, scrambling to pull you out from under him.

“Mammon,” Belphie growled, easing his weight back down onto you. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“What do ya think YOU’RE doing?!” Mammon huffed, irritated. “You’re hurtin’ ‘em!”

“They’re fine. They can handle it.” He patted you on the head. How were they ignoring Lucifer? You shifted warily under his weight, unable to see anything happening.

Lucifer started stomping over. You shrunk under Belphie, trying to hide.

“Who do you two think you are, ignoring me?” Lucifer loomed over you three, Levi rolling away to avoid confrontation. “You will all go to your own rooms immediately. The rest of you as well.”

“Lucifer!” Asmodeus whined, leaning into a dozing Beelzebub’s side. “Why can’t we stay? What’s the harm?”

“They were just about to sleep but someone decided to wake them back up,” Satan glowered up at Lucifer. “I think you should be the one to leave.”

“Oh my god, Lucifer just let them stay.” You took matters into your own hands, rubbing at your face tiredly. You wanted no more arguing tonight. “Thanks, but if I didn’t want them here I would’ve gotten rid of them long ago myself. Stay or leave, I don’t care just please turn off the lights.”

He walked away and flipped the switch, darkness fortunately covering the entire room once again. You relaxed and felt Belphie nuzzle into the nape of your neck.

You heard a chair being dragged on your wooden floor and then Lucifer sitting down. You rolled your eyes. Of course he would choose to stay but not be in the bed.

Now, with everything and everyone finally settled in for the night, you got to thinking.

How could all of them be upset over the same thing at once? You think quietly as you can in your bed filled with eight people and come to a damning conclusion. One that makes your stomach twist painfully.

“You had a family movie night without me, didn’t you? And it had someone dying long before someone else, didn’t it?” The sound of breathing stops, seven pairs of eyes stare at you, all conveying different degrees of guilt. “What the hell?”

[badbtssmut]

When your boyfriend Seokjin is allowed to have a day off from the military, he wants to spend the day with his girlfriend, of course he wouldn’t head back to the military base without fucking you first.

“You’re so strong, Jinnie, must’ve been working so hard in the military…” You cooed, admiring his toned body as he stripped.

You were already completely naked, sprawled on the bed and waiting for him, you couldn’t wait for his cock any longer and had started playing with yourself a while before he arrived.

“Getting strong for my princess so I can protect her better.” Seokjin crawled on the bed and got on top of you, before pressing his lips against yours.

His arms snaked around your waist, lifting your hips up and aligning his cock to your entrance. He was rock hard and aching for your tight cunt. Seokjin held his cock with one hand while he held one arm wrapped around your waist, letting his cock slide into you.

He pushed into you slowly, stretching your pussy open and letting you adjust to his size. He always made sure you were comfortable first before starting to pound into you. He let out a low groan when he felt your pussy squeeze around his cock, you were always so tight.

He moved his hips slowly at first, sliding his cock in and out of your wet pussy.

“Missed my cock? Didn’t fuck anyone else while I was gone? Just waited for me to come back and beat that pussy, hm? That's a good girl. You know this pussy is mine, nobody else can make you feel good like I can, hm? Only my cock can make you feel this good, baby girl. Only mine, right? Say it, baby. Who does this pussy belong to? Say it and I'll fuck you harder."

His words drove you crazy. He was the only man you had ever been with, the only man that could satisfy you and the only man you loved.

"You, Jin. My pussy belongs to you. Only you can fuck me like this." You moaned, your fingers digging into his biceps, trying to pull him closer, you needed more of him.

Seokjin picked up the pace. “Fuck, I missed you, y/n, needed you so bad.” He whispered, his voice laced with desperation and desire.

“Mmm…” You moaned, spreading your legs further and letting his cock fill you completely.

Your pussy was already clenching around him, his cock stretching your walls so perfectly, it was as if your pussy was made just for him. You threw your head back, eyes shut as you took him deep. His cock hitting all the right places, making your body tingle with pleasure.

He was close, but he wouldn’t let go until you were cumming first. He wanted to see you fall apart, hear your sweet moans and whimpers and feel your cunt throb around him.

“My pretty baby, missed you so much, missed fucking you so bad, love you, baby girl.” He whispered.

“Ah! Ah, right there, Jinnie.” You whimpered.

“Right here?” He teased, slamming his cock right into your g-spot, hitting it repeatedly, causing you to moan loudly.

A shiver ran down your spine. You were close.

His thrusts became erratic, he was also near his release, the sound of your pussy, the way it throbbed around his cock was sending him over the edge.

“O-oh!” You whimpered before your body tensed and you felt a wave of pleasure wash over your entire body.

You were cumming, your walls tightening around his cock, squeezing him, bringing him closer to his orgasm.

It was too much, he couldn't hold back any longer. His body went rigid and he buried his cock deep inside of you. His hot cum spilling into you, his moans mixed with your name and curses.

When his body relaxed, he carefully pulled out, and looked down at you, a content sigh coming from him.

“Do you have to go back tomorrow? Can you stay a bit longer, Jinnie? Missed you too much. Don’t want to say goodbye again."

Seokjin laid beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. He didn’t want to leave either, it was hard saying goodbye, but he didn't have a choice, he had a job to do.

"I'll stay the night, princess. Get some rest now, I'll still be here when you wake up."

[hypnoneghoul]

Hey, Pretty

WC: 2,3K

Relationship: Swiss/Mountain

Tags: Lingerie, Possessive Sex, Degradation, Breeding

Swiss knew how to push Mountain's buttons too well and that thing he bought would be like slamming all those buttons at once. Or, Swiss gets himself lingerie.

Notes: It was waiting for a while, enjoy

Read under the cut or on AO3.

Swiss is nothing, if not a tease.

He revels in having the power to make his chosen victim—or victims—break a sweat, make them all hot and bothered, lose control over themselves. Causing his packmates to cum their brains out after hours of teasing specifically makes something near pride bloom in his chest, he loves it. They all know it too, and even though Swiss always brings them to feeling need and arousal so intense it hurts, they’d never complain, at the end of the day.

Now, when Swiss saw that one ad online, he knew he had to get it and he knew who would be the first—because definitely not the only—victim of his purchase. Mountain didn't have to be teased all day to be brought to insanity. Swiss knew how to push all his buttons too well and that thing he bought would be like slamming all those buttons at once.

It didn’t take long for it to arrive, just a few days, but over those few days Swiss has had to excuse himself every time he thought about it, starting to chub up in his pants.

Oh, it was going to be so good.

Finally, the mail came. The multi ghoul snatched it and immediately ran to his room to try it on and prepare everything.

It was going to be so fucking good.

Swiss locked his door and all but ripped the package apart, cock filling out and kicking the moment his calloused fingers touched the delicate fabric. He put it all on with more care and he’d never been so glad for good online size charts. It all fit perfectly, and when he stood before a full body mirror his eyes lit up. He threw himself onto his bed and kicked off the panties, not wanting to get them dirty just yet. Swiss grabbed a bottle of lube from his nightstand and got to work.

He somehow managed to not cum in the process of getting himself ready to be fucked into oblivion, and around half an hour later he was shooting Mountain a quick text and slipping out of his room and into the commons. Thankfully, Swiss hadn’t come across anyone in there, or on his way. Not that he wouldn’t enjoy that, of course he would, but right now he was a neatly wrapped gift just for Mountain.

The multi ghoul didn’t have to wait much, the message he sent was suggestive enough for Mountain to not want to waste any time. Swiss heard the thump of his heavy footsteps on the other side of the den soon enough and got into position—leaning against the dining table with his legs outstretched.

“Swiss, love? What did you–” Mountain started, but froze as his eyes landed on Swiss. A quiet noise escaped his lips, his jaw dropped and his mouth went dry. The multi ghoul smirked.

He was wearing a bralette, pecs squeezed together by red lace in a way that gave him real cleavage, and an image of a cock sliding in and out from between Swiss’ boobs flashed through Mountain’s mind. Next time, he thought.

There was more, though. So much more. If he looked close enough he’d see gold around the multi ghoul’s nipples shining through the lace, something he really liked to play with.

There were soft chiffon cuffs pulled taught over Swiss’ muscled biceps—ready to snap at any moment—similarly to the delicate, lace gloves that looked movement-restictringly tight. Mountain wondered how they’d feel on his dick, if Swiss would even manage to wrap his hand around it.

The earth ghoul’s eyes stopped at Swiss’ soft tummy, a corset-like bottom of the bra made it lightly spill out at the bottom and the sight made Mountain salivate, rehydrating his dried mouth. Swiss’ belly hid the top of his panties and the garter belt just a tiny bit, and from there his cock caught his mate’s attention. It was half-hard, pressing against the tiny triangle of the panties’ front piece. Mountain wanted to rip the lace to shreds with his fangs. 

Noticing where the earth ghoul’s gaze lingered for longer, Swiss spinned, teasing Mountain with just a quick view of his not especially big, but full and round, asscheeks. The giant let out a growl, barely in control of himself anymore. His cock got so hard in mere seconds it hurt.

Last, but not least, his eyes skimmed over Swiss’ legs, covered in stockings, the same red lace as he rest of the set, up to just over his knees and held up by thin straps of the garter belt digging into his meaty thighs. The earth ghoul silently thanked Satan Swiss didn’t get an idea of getting rid of his body hair. It made it all so much better, his muscled arms and thighs and soft chest and tummy covered in thick, dark hair. Not to speak of the bush peeking out from all around the panties.

Mountain was feral.

“Well?” Swiss asked. “What do you th– ah, shit!”

He didn’t manage to finish, being interrupted by the earth ghoul pouncing at him with a growl. Before Swiss could even notice what was happening, he was already bent over the table with the side of his face pressed into the wood and fingers in his ass.

“Jesus Christ, Mountain…” he broke off into a moan when two of Mountain’s long fingers immediately found his prostate. He didn’t need any prep and his mate would notice soon enough that he was already slick and loose. Swiss knew perfectly well what would happen, of course he prepared.

“Get your dick out,” the multi ghoul whined, arching his back into Mountain’s touch. The giant only rumbled in his chest again and ripped one of his hands away from Swiss to follow his humble request. He heard the click of a belt buckle and noise of a roughly pulled down zipper and the next thing he knew the wide head of the earth ghoul’s cock was being pushed into him.

“Make me yours,” Swiss moaned and Mountain absolutely lost it. He shoved himself all the way in with a howl, nailing Swiss’ sweet spot dead on so hard it hurt, and all he could do was whine and babble and drool onto the wood under his cheek. He was already ruined, and they’ve just begun. The earth ghoul kept snarling over him, Swiss could feel drops of spit hitting his back as Mountain picked up a painfully fast and hard and precise pace that sent the multi ghoul to somewhere near the orbit.

“Mine,” Mountain growled, leaning down over the expanse of his mate’s body to scrape his fangs over the—already covered in sweat—skin of his neck.

“Y– yours,” Swiss wheezed out, being rocked back and forth with the force of Mountain’s forceful thrusts. He felt tears pooling in his eyes as his cock, still trapped behind the pretty lace, now wet with precum, was repeatedly shoved into the edge of the table. It hurt, but it felt so good. 

For a few moments the room was silent apart from the slapping sound of skin on skin, slick noise of Mountain’s cock fucking into Swiss, animalistic grunts of the earth ghoul and the high pitched whines of the multi ghoul. Both of them were too lost in it to think clearly enough to utter something coherent.

Mountain had his nose pressed into Swiss’ neck, his claws digging into his mate’s waist, pinpricks of blood escaping from under them. He desperately tried to hold himself up with the other hand, firmly planted next to Swiss’ head, tangled in his locs and adding that little bit more pain to all the maddening pleasure.

The earth ghoul slowed and reduced his thrusts to a series of deep grinds that made Swiss feel him in his throat. “Mounty… can I– I wanna see you…”

“Fuck… yeah,” he grunted and pulled away, even though there was reluctance. Swiss whimpered at the sudden emptiness and lack of pressure all over him, but Mountain was quick to turn him over so they’d be face to face. The multi ghoul grinned seeing his mate’s equally blissed out expression. He didn’t wait any more, hooking his legs around the other’s waist and pulling him in.

“Come on,” Swiss muttered and Mountain slammed back into him all at once, arms gripping him tightly. The multi ghoul whined loudly and all whorish, tears now streaming down his face and mixing with the spit that was already pooled on the table.

“You like that, don’t you?” Mountain growled, licking over Swiss’ racing pulse and moaning at the taste. “Being just a whore to be fucked and filled and claimed?”

“Yes, fuck, just for you.” The earth ghoul all but roared at that, returning to fucking him hard and fast, somehow even harder than before. Every thrust was abusing Swiss’ prostate and tugging at his rim and he feared he’d come before his mate. He could already feel the more and more pronounced swell of Mountain’s knot bumping against his ass and wanting to slip in, though. He didn’t expect either of them to be able to last especially long.

“Fucking– getting all dressed up,” he spat. “Like a slut.”

“Just for you.”

Mountain made a pained sound as if he would start crying, too, and Swiss felt him throb inside him. It must’ve been painful at this point, ready to burst, needing that wet, warm pressure all around, squeezing his knot and milking him dry.

“Swiss– shit, I– ‘m gonna–” Mountain’s voice suddenly got softer and finally something other than a growl broke its way free. He hid his face in Swiss’ chest and moaned prettily and if the multi ghoul knew anything at the moment, he knew it meant the giant really was about to cum.

“Come on,” he arched his back. As much as he could, at least, still being so tightly gripped and held in place by his near feral mate. “Gimme your knot, stuff me full. Breed me like the whore I am.”

Mountain made the sweetest noise as he shoved his knot all the way in, sinking his fangs into Swiss’ shoulder at the same time. The multi ghoul’s body went rigid and he might have blacked out for a moment when an earth shattering orgasm crashed into him, just as his mate’s cum started truly filling him all the way up.

One moment Swiss was shaking and crying through it and the next there was a heavy, sweaty body laying limply over him and pressing his own torso into the table.

“You alive up there, big guy?” he breathed out. He tried to chuckle, but the weight made it impossible, so all that left him was a wheeze.

“Mhm…” Mountain rumbled, his chest—and by extension Swiss’—vibrating with a beginning of a purr.

“Good to know, but I’m not gonna lie, it’s not too comfortable down here,” the multi ghoul grumbled with no real venom. Post-nut Mountain was too cute for him to actually complain about anything, especially after the little stunt he pulled.

“Thought you like it when I squeeze you.”

“I absolutely do,” Swiss giggled, “but not on our dining table, maybe. There’s a couch right there.”

“Oh… right,” Mountain said, but he was still slow to move. There was also the fact that his knot, locked in Swiss, was nowhere near deflating. The giant wrapped his arms around the multi ghoul—the process took him way longer than necessary, he got a bit lost in running his fingers over the lace that Swiss was still wrapped in—and hoisted the both of them up, Swiss hooking his legs around Mountain’s waist. The aforementioned couch was close enough so that if Mountain just flopped back onto it, he’d end up with Swiss in his lap. It was as awkward as ever, but it worked, and they landed with a huff and tiny moans at the pull of the earth ghoul’s cock. But they settled, Swiss taking off the gloves and nuzzling under Mountain’s jaw as the other wrapped a blanket that was nearby around him and kept him close. He himself was still clothed, after all, and Swiss—who had a tendency to go cold after coming down from his high—was all but.

“You are a menace, you know that?” the earth ghoul chuckled after a moment of relative silence, filled with just their purrs.

“Of course I do, sweetheart. And you love me for it.”

“I really do, don’t I?” Mountain sighed, rubbing his cheek against Swiss’.

“You’re completely enamored.”

“You’re no better,” he scoffed.

“Oh, I know. How could I not?” Swiss caught Mountain’s lips in a kiss. “You’re so beautiful, strong, smart and your dick is so good. Love your dick.”

“Ah, yes, of course. My dick. I love you, too.”

“Nothing about my dick? Or my ass?”

“Fine. I love your dick, too. And your ass.”

“Knew it.” With that, and another sweet kiss, the discussion ended, and they continued on purring happily, as close together as it can be. Some time later, probably unnecessarily long after Mountain’s knot would deflate, Swiss would get up. The earth ghoul’s dick would kick and slowly fill out again when he’d take in the image of his mate bloodied, bruised and well and truly marked, with cum leaking out of him and running down his thighs. Most importantly, he’d still be wearing this Satan damned lingerie.

Mountain would throw him over his shoulder this time and take him back to their bedroom. He had a few ideas earlier, didn’t he?

[connorsbonez]

DC/DP Crossover Idea #44

Somehow Skulker is the one to acquire a de-aged Phantom and decides to just…take him along in his hunts?? Just strap him to one of those baby carriers and they’re good to go.

Like sure, he could just drop the welp somewhere in his haunt back in the Human Realm and wait till the kid is back to his normal form but that would require Skulker having to drop by the Human Realm often to check in on the welps status so it was just easier to carry him around till the boy changes back and they can go back to hunting him down. (He’ll change back, right?)

Of course, nothing is that simple when it comes to the Phantom boy, because due to him getting suddenly shrunk down his powers have decided ‘hey, you can no longer reasonably control me’. And it’s not usually a problem because Phantom is usually hanging out in a good old baby carrier that’s close enough to Skulker so his core kind of…helps stabilize the powers a bit??? Like sure, more often than not there’s a thin sheet of frost covering his body from where Phantom was, and every so often the boys limbs would randomly disappear or shoot out ectoplasm but that only really happened in the times that Skulker had to remove Phantom from his person and leave him alone to his own devices.

Skulker had quickly learned that he couldn’t just leave Phantom because 1. The welp was a natural wanderer and only being able to either crawl or barely float didn’t stop him, at all. 2. He was a trouble magnet and 3. All these got worse when the boy got bored, causing him to wander off and attract trouble

There totally wasn’t a 4th reason, nope, not at all.

To fix this problem, he put the welp into one of his cages (it got changed into a more child-friendly version, imagine a play pen with a top on it and there you go), perfectly baby Phantom proof so he couldn’t get out, and he even threw some baby ghost toys in there so he can entertain himself while Skulker went after his prey.

Eventually Skulker + Phantom find themselves in the DC universe for a reason of your choosing, maybe a group heard of the Infinite Realms Greatest Hunter and they needed his help to take a creature down.

Well, he goes and the group is greeted by a large robotic-looking man with solid green eyes and firey hair, and the white haired baby boy with glowing green eyes that sat happily in a baby carrier as he chewed on…ice that was formed in a doughnut shape and had a green tint to it? It wasn’t hard to see the sharp teeth dig into the ice that seemed to refuse to crack even a little.

They weren’t really given the chance to question the child, from both the lack of interest that the hunter had in answering and also the very reason they even tried to contact Skulker in the first place.

Some side-glanced the cage that suddenly appeared and now contained the small child who didn’t react to this like it was something normal for them. Some even tried to touch the cage, only to be quickly greeted by a shock of electricity, a clear sign to not touch the cage.

It’s only till after Skulker was able to deal with the creature that they needed him too, does he answer.

The problem is that Skulker forgot that these mortals weren’t from the Infinite Realms, they weren’t ghosts, and they also didn’t know how Skulker and Phantoms dynamic worked, as he wasn’t used to interacting with those who didn’t know all of those at least vaguely.

So maybe answering with “I’m waiting for him to grow up so I can have his pelt hung amongst the rest of my trophies.” And then immediately disappearing afterwards with Phantom wasn’t the smartest idea but hey, it’s not like Skulker knew.

[handmade-witch]

Be Mine - Happy Valentine's Day 💝

Pairing: Lorenzo Berkshire × Reader

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When you opened the door to your room, your eyes landed on a bouquet of red roses resting on top of your sheets. A folded piece of pink paper sat propped against them. Your fingers brushed over the front of the card where your name was written in handwriting you immediately recognized as Enzo's. You folded open the paper to read what was written inside:

Roses are red, Violets are blue.

I can't wait for Valentine's day with you!

Follow the clues and you will see,

A perfect date for you and me!

The cute rhyme brought a smile to your face as giggled softly. Of course, you thought to yourself, shaking your head affectionately. A Valentine's day scavenger hunt summed up the nature of yours and Enzo's relationship perfectly. It was playful and fun but full of a passion and tenderness that made it so special. Your eyes flicked down to the bottom of the page, where Enzo had written a clue:

Clue 1: Smile! You're not going there to study. You'll find your next clue with a buddy!

You couldn't keep the cheesy grin off of your face as you left your room and headed to the library.

•••

"So how much did you get bribed to sit here and wait for me?" You teased as you approached Blaise who sat at the typical "Slytherin" study table.

He smirked at you, pushing a plate with a cupcake and another pink card towards you. "Are you assuming that I needed a bribe to do a good deed for my dear friend?"

You just gave him a look as you sat in the chair opposite him, unwrapping the cupcake.

"Fine." He rolled his eyes playfully. "I was paid in cupcakes- which are delicious by the way."

You took a bite. Blaise was right, it was incredible. You picked up the pink card. It read:

Clue 2: I didn't drink Amorentia when I fell for you, but go to the spot where we make its brew

The potions classroom. You smile again, bidding your friend goodbye as you head to the basement.

You peek into the classroom, finding it empty. Another pink card rests on the potion station where you and Enzo typically sit. With it is a small heart shaped box of candies. You were getting giddy with anticipation. The scavenger hunt was fun but you were also ready to spend time with your sweet boyfriend. You read the clue written on the card:

Clue 3: The next place is one you won't want to miss, go to where we had our first kiss.

You smiled softly at the memory. Everyone in the whole school had been anticipating the upcoming Slytherin versus Gryffindor quidditch match. Slytherin had lost the previous two contests. While you would never say it in front of Draco, it was no secret that Harry Potter was an excellent seeker, and it was the primary reason for the team's success. The Slytherin team had to approach this game with a whole new strategy to prevent another loss. In theory, it was simple: if they scored enough points offensively, it didn't matter whether Potter caught the snitch or not– they would win the game.

It had been an exhausting week for everyone, with practices running overtime every day. Drill after drill after drill to perfect their strategy. The day of the match had been so beautiful it was almost taunting. The hard work had paid off, though. And when the announcer called out, 'Slytherin Wins!' you met Enzo in the center of the pitch, where you threw your arms around him in a bone-crushing hug. He had grabbed your face and kissed you and it was like the entire school around you had disappeared. All that you could focus on in that moment was his lips on yours. It was only after you broke apart that the wolf whistling of your friends and teammates registered and had you blushing madly. But with the thrill of the victory and the way Enzo held you, you felt as if you could've faced anything in that moment. [[

The hike to the pitch had your legs feeling angry at you. Maybe you could convince Enzo to add a massage to your date to make up for having you hike around the entire castle. You walked across the grass to where you saw a box set in the middle of the field. You opened it up to reveal a dark green hoodie. The back read 'Berkshire' in large letters. The material was soft and you quickly swapped it with the sweater you were wearing to ward of the February chill. In the bottom of the box was another pink card. It read:

Clue 4: You've searched high, and you've searched low. Head to where you can touch the sky, it's the last place to go.

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You reached the top of the stairs to the astronomy tower with a huff, feeling slightly out of breath. If climbing the stairs wasn't enough to take your breath away the view at the top sure was.

Twinkling fairy lights wrapped around the edges of the room, casting it in a soft, warm glow. A variety of pillows and blankets (most looking like they had been stolen from the Slytherin common room) were laid out of the floor. And there was Enzo sitting on the floor in the middle of the room with the biggest grin on his face. When he saw you he bounded over to yoi, wrapping you in his arms and pressing a kiss to you cheek.

"Hi love, how was your day?" His soft brown eyes were full of love and affection as they looked into yours.

"Exhausting." You tease with a huff as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. "But fun."

Enzo breaks away from your hold for just a moment to gesture to what he's wearing. You notice that his sweatshirt is the same color you were wearing. "Check it out," he says, spinning around to show off your last name printed in big letters on the back of his hoodie. He grins, pulling you back into his arms. "Now everyone knows that I'm yours and you're mine." He hums, swaying you slightly as he rests his forehead against yours. "Do you like it?" His eyes sparkle as he asks.

"Yes." You press a soft kiss to his lips. "And the cupcake, and the candies, and the flowers, and the scavemger hunt." You giggle. "It was all perfect, just like you."

The tips of Enzo's ears burn red at your compliment of him and he kisses you again before turning your attention to the room. "I got a couple more suprises." He smile is contagious as he leads you to the cozy pile he's made on the floor of the tower. He produces a tray with two heart shaped pizzas on them: one topped with his favorites and the other topped with yours.

"Did you make these?" You gushed. "They smell delicious."

"Well I'll admit I had some assistance from our favorite Italian wizard, but yes, I take full credit so feel free to pay me in kisses." He smirks, leaning towards you and you kiss him. You feel your cheeks start to ache from smiling so much. Enzo tends to have that effect on you.

"I have one more gift." He produces a small box as you groan exasperatedly at him. "It's the last one I swear! I couldn't help myself."

Untying the ribbon, you open the box to reveal a dainty chain bracelet. In the center of the chain is a small metal heart with an "L" engraved into. Enzo takes the bracelet and your hand, fastening it around your wrist. He presses a kiss to the back of your hand, looking up at you with adoring eyes.

"Thank you Enzo."

"Thank you." He leans in once again, kissing you and whispering against your lips, "For being the best thing that has ever happened to me." He leans back, his signature smile on his face. "Pizza?" He asks.

"Yes please." You hum, settling in to enjoy the rest of your evening with your favorite boy.

[engie-ivy]

(I don't write from Sirius' perspective often, mostly prefer writing Remus being smitten with Sirius😋, but I couldn't resist some Padfoot & Prongs friendship! Of course Sirius and Remus are still smitten with each other😉)

1675 words.

Sirius hates waking up early. Sirius definitely hates being woken up early to talk about Remus' bloody ex. But the tea James brings might just be worth getting up early for...

Morning Tea

Sirius is still half asleep when he opens the door, wearing the old sweater he threw on when he heard the knocking, bleary eyed and his hair sticking up in all directions.

“Morning!” James says cheerfully, wearing a crisp button-down and big sunglasses, carrying two paper cups with steam coming from them. He looks fresh and awake, and much, much too cheerful, because of course James Potter is a Morning Person.

“Wha-?” Sirius says groggily.

James is already walking past him into Sirius’ apartment, shoving one of the cups in Sirius’ hand in the process. “I’ve got some tea for you that needs to be served while it’s hot!”

Sirius sniffs the cup. “This is coffee.”

James turns back around in the hallway and looks at Sirius from over the top of his sunglasses. “Metaphorical tea, Padfoot, metaphorical tea.”

When Sirius steps into his kitchen, James is already sitting at the table.

“So,” James begins the moment Sirius sits down. “Lily came over for dinner yesterday-”

“Right. How was she? Has she-”

“Not important right now,” James cuts him off. “Come on, Padfoot, focus!”

Deciding that staying silent is probably the best approach, Sirius takes a careful sip from his coffee.

“So, Lily came over, and she told me she had spent the day at Marlene’s,” James continues. “And as she was there, Mary dropped by to return some shirt she had borrowed from Marlene, and Lily said that Mary then had quite the story to tell them!”

James’ eyes sparkle with excitement, and Sirius begins to feel something approaching curiosity through the fog of sleepiness.

“Mary had a Pilates class the other day, and afterwards, she and Amelia- you know that Mary takes Pilates classes with Amelia, right?- well, she and Amelia went to get coffee afterwards.”

Sirius does his best to keep track of it all. Lily, who was at Marlene’s with Mary, who had Pilates class, and then coffee, with Amelia, and- who the hell even is Amelia? The name sounds vaguely familiar, but as James does not seem to appreciate questions interrupting his story, Sirius decides to just wait to see where he’s going with it.

“Now Amelia was meeting her brother later, so while Mary was having coffee with her, at some point Edgar actually joined them.”

Edgar.

Of course, that’s how they know Amelia. She’s Edgar’s sister. And Sirius definitely remembers Edgar. Remus’ ex.

“Edgar,” Sirius says in a slightly-trying-too-hard-to-be-casual voice. “How is he?”

The look James gives him lets Sirius know he’s not fooled. James doesn’t comment on it, though. “He’s good,” he replies. “Mary mentioned to him that she actually hadn’t talked to him since the break-up.”

That seems obvious to Sirius. And perfectly fine. Remus was their only connection to Edgar. The last thing he needs is Edgar coming back into their lives. Coming back into Remus’ life.

“So Mary asked him why they broke up, you know, because we’ve never heard his side of the story.”

“Who cares about his side of the story?” Sirius snaps. “We’re Remus’ friends, not Edgar’s. Remus’ side is our side.”

“Of course, of course,” James says, holding up a hand placatingly. “But Remus hasn’t been telling us much, now has he? He doesn’t really talk about the break-up.”

“He said they wanted different things,” Sirius replies curtly. Good enough an explanation for him. He’s fine with not talking about it further. He’s fine with pretending the whole Edgar-saga didn’t happen.

“That can mean a lot of things,” James says, and then he seems to suddenly remember something. “And do you know what Marlene said Dorcas told her? The other week, the Art History group organised some beginning-of-the-semester drinks that she and Remus both went to, and you know what Dorcas is like when she gets tipsy, the girl has no filter. She kept pestering Remus about what exactly had happened between him and Edgar, wouldn’t let it go, and eventually, Remus told her to drop it, because it was something he did not want to talk about!”

James looks at Sirius expectantly, like he’s supposed to be baffled by this revelation.

Sirius just blinks at him.

James sighs. “Don’t you see, Padfoot? That proves there’s more to the story than what Remus has been telling us!”

“Fine,” Sirius says, rolling his eyes. “Let’s hear it then. What did Edgar have to say?”

“Well, having heard this story from Dorcas, Mary wanted-”

“I thought she heard the story from Marlene?”

“Lily told me that Marlene told her about the party while Mary was there, yes,” James says, sounding like a parent explaining something to their child for the tenth time and trying, unsuccessfully, to hide their exasperation. “But Mary had already heard about it before from Dorcas, so she already knew about Remus’ evasiveness while she was talking to Edgar, while Lily didn’t hear about Dorcas’ chat with Remus until Marlene told the story, which she only did because Mary was telling her story about her chat with Edgar.”

Sirius isn’t even gonna try. It’s too damn early for this, especially before he’s even finished his first cup of coffee.

“So like I said,” James continues. “Mary knew there’s something about the break-up Remus has been keeping from us, and she wanted to know what Edgar had to say,” James leans forward over the kitchen table with a big smile on his face. “And guess what Edgar said about why he broke up with Remus?”

“He finally realized Remus is much too good for him and he doesn’t deserve him?” Sirius offers.

James’ smile just grows. “Even better. He said they broke up because... Remus was clearly already in love with his friend!” James sits back on his chair crossing his arms over his chest and looking at Sirius with a triumphant grin.

Sirius tries his best to keep his face neutral and ignore the somersaults his stomach is making. “Remus has a lot of friends,” he says, in what he hopes is a calm voice, not meeting James’ gaze, choosing instead to focus on pulling at a loose thread at the sleeve of his sweater.

James rolls his eyes. “Okay, okay. I’ll play along and I’ll give you that one. Remus does have a lot of friends. But lucky for us, Mary is like a dog with a bone, and she wasn’t just going to drop it. So she asked Edgar what made him think that, to which Edgar replied, and I quote,” James thinks about it for a moment, and then corrects “Well, I quote Lily, who quoted Mary, who quoted Edgar, but still, I quote ‘when we went to his friend’s piano recital, Remus was looking at him with so much fondness, he never looked at me like that, and at Remus’ dissertation, Remus met his gaze every time he got nervous and he was the first person Remus ran up to and hugged after he got his doctorate, and at Lily’s party, from the moment he got there, it was like Remus didn’t notice anyone else in the room anymore’. So,” James says smugly. “Tell me, how many friends does Remus have who play piano recitals, were the first one to hug Dr Lupin, and arrived a bit late at Lily’s party?”

“One,” Sirius mumbles, still focused on the loose thread hanging from his sleeve, feeling his cheeks heat up.

“And that is...”

“Me,” Sirius replies, then he lifts his head to look at James. “But still Prongs! That’s just Edgar’s perception! Maybe he’s overly jealous, or completely paranoid, and seeing things that aren’t there. Those things don’t have to be true!”

“But they are true!” James counters. He shakes his head. “I never really thought about it before, maybe because I’m used to it, but you are the only one Remus looks at like you’re the centre of the bloody universe, you are the face Remus always searches in the crowd, and you are the only person Remus sees whenever you enter a room!”

Sirius bites his lip. “None of that stopped him from dating Edgar in the first place.” Because Sirius hasn’t forgotten how he once before allowed himself to believe that maybe Remus felt the same way about him as he feels about Remus, and how it lead to him being completely blind-sighted when Remus started dating Edgar.

James sighs. “Maybe Remus didn’t realise his feelings before.”

“Before?”

The grin returns on James’ face. “Yes, after Edgar told Mary his story, Mary said she was sorry,-”

Sirius can understand that. He can’t think of anything worse ever happening to anyone than losing Remus.

“-but Edgar told her it’s fine,” James says eagerly. “He said they had a good break-up. He confronted Remus with his suspicions, and then Remus opened up to him, they had a good talk, and parted as friends.”

As Sirius stays silent, James exclaims “Remus opened up to him, Padfoot! Not Remus denied it, not Remus said he was being ridiculous, no, Remus opened up to him! That’s basically Remus admitting it’s true!”

The smile on James’ face is contagious and Sirius can feel one beginning to spread over his own face. He covers his face with his hands, but can’t hide the smile. “Prongs...”

“I know, Padfoot, I know!”

Sirius lowers his hands, grinning like an idiot. “What do I do, Prongs?”

James leans forward over the table and strokes his chin in thought. “Well, I’ve thought about it long and hard, and I’ve come up with an ingenious plan that, if executed correctly, might prove successful...”

“What’s that?” Sirius asks.

James smacks him on the head. “Ask him out, you plonker!”

“Sirius Black awake before ten?” Remus gasps in pretend-shock the moment he answers the phone. “Should I be worried?”

Sirius just loves hearing the laughter in Remus’ voice. A warm feeling spreads across his chest simply upon hearing that voice. God, he’s really got it bad, doesn’t he?

“Well, Rem,” Sirius says. “As it turns out, some things are worth waking up early for.”

[red-airhead]

𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 ℙ𝕦𝕡 | 𝕂𝕚𝕞 𝕊𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕞𝕚𝕟 |

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technically requested by @jonespicy / @j-onedrabbles

Word Count - 3,723

Genre - Smut (MINORS DNI!!!)

Warnings - best friends with benefits, mutual pining, roleplay, best friends to something more, pup!hybrid! reader, seungmin has some hybrid relatives but they aren't mentioned, breeding kink, seungmin with slight animal like instincts, tail pulling, mentions of heat, grinding, hickeys, love bites, begging, mentions of pregnancy (implied reader is on birth control), nipple play, fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, oral (m recieving), unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), big dick syndrome! seungmin, pussy slap (1), cum eating, slightly mean!dom seungmin, light throat fucking (a little more than light actually), degration (slut), pet names (pup), dirty talk, crying (from pleasure of course), lmk if I missed anything.

Being a dog hybrid wasn’t easy, everyone knew that. But what made it harder was when you have hybrid descent in your family.

You were a hybrid, best friends with someone who had hybrid descent in your family. It wasn’t super hard being friends.. Besides the fact that Seungmin could perfectly depict your scent compared to others, or the fact that he has a breeding kink..

Anyway! Truthfully it wasn’t entirely hard, there was just the difficulty of a question very specific left and right. “Why don’t you two date if you’re so similar? Hybrid wise”

Well, for you very disappointing information, most people frown upon a hybrid dating someone who’s so human. While it isn’t entirely bad, and isn’t banned, most people just find it difficult to have children when being with a human.. But he wasn’t entirely human..

Life with Seungmin, in your opinion, was one of your favorites. Deciding to move in together to make life much easier was both of your best ideas. Spending every evening laughing about the events that happen through the day, or watching your favorite shows together was a life you could never get over.

It wasn't until Seungmin started to act a little suspicious. It was nothing out of the ordinary of course, he was still talking to you like a normal person,, but anytime you’d touch him he’d get flustered or immediately try to stop you. 

At first you shrugged it off, you thought maybe he was just dealing with something physically that went along with another person touching him. But when it became more consistent and everyday that’s when you started to worry.

Later on you learned that it was because he was having fantasies of you, and that your scent became addicting to the point anytime you touched him he got nervous.

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“How about we work out a system, yeah? If it’s so bad how about we just— help each other out?” 

“What?! Are you crazy? You know that stuff is frowned upon!”

“Yeah but it’s not even like you’re human! You have hybrid in your blood, you just got lucky enough to not be fully hybrid!”

“I don’t know.. It seems risky..” He began to fidget with his own fingers as he looked at you.

“We could make it easier for you.. You know roleplay? How about we do that? Make up scenarios and plan it out.” You suggested, gently resting your hand on top of his.

“That could work..”

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One very unfortunate morning, your heat came along. It surprised you more than anything. As soon as you woke up it hit hard. Your core was aching and the way everything felt so clammy and stuffy just made it all worse. With a whine, you got out of bed and walked to your bathroom, slumped over and rubbing your eyes. Once walking in you saw how disheveled you looked, but it didn’t bother you. 

You opened your mirror cabinet, grabbing the box that held your heat suppressants, and opening it only to find that you were out.

“Shit!” You threw the box into the trash and quickly began to look around every single cabinet in case you had an extra, and just your luck, there was none.

“No.. Nono— SEUNGMIN!!” You shouted, walking out of your bathroom and quickly running to your bedroom to look through all of your drawers. You were so frantic you didn’t even hear the sound of his feet thumping on the ground and your door slamming open.

“What? What happened?” He looked just as disheveled as you did, he probably just woke up as well. 

This was already well planned out. Just about a week ago you threw out your suppressants, one of Seungmin’s genius ideas.

It wasn’t entirely a bad idea. You wanted to have your first heat with him. While sex with him was great without heat, it just didn’t hit the same.

You knew he had a breeding kink, you learned that the first time you did it with him. God you could remember it like it was yesterday..

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“Such a cute little pup..” He groaned into your ear, hips hitting against yours as he rammed you into the wall. Your back was up against the wall, gripping at the hair in the nape of his neck. 

His forehead was pressed up against yours, staring deeply into your eyes before you tilted your head back and let out a guttural moan. He pushed so deeply into your cunt you could’ve sworn that you could see stars.

“Oh? You like that? You like how deep I am?” He hummed out, gripping your hips tightly as your legs shook around his waist.

“Fuck— Yes Min I love it so much–” You whine, nails digging into his shoulders. You were sure marks would be left and they’d be there tomorrow, but it seemed like he didn’t care

“You were such a good little pup today too.. Sitting so obediently for me at the bar,, every guy who came up to you to flirt with you, you rejected.. Such a good pup..” You moaned at the name, clenching hard around him.

“ ‘m a good pup– fer you– only you..” You whimpered out, arching your sweaty back off of the wall and closer to his chest.

“Want it? You want me to give you my cum?” He knew he was close, he could feel it. Twitching inside of you with the way your walls contracted.

“Want it Min, give it to me please–” You gasped, hips shaking with the way he started to rub your clit in figure eights.

“Want it inside? Want me to fill you up with my cum? Give you my litter of pups yeah?” 

“Fuck– Yes please–”  

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You looked back at him, swallowing thickly as you played along, “All my suppressants– I’m out of them–” You whimpered, quickly scrambling to your bed as you hid away underneath the covers.

Seungmin could already feel it in him, the way your scent was so sweet against his nostrils. He just wanted to eat you alive, well not literally..

“Y/N.. Do you want me to go out and get some for you?” He asked, walking to your bed side and lifting the covers to look at you. Fuck you look so good..

Staring back at him you shook your head, trying to hide yourself even more, “It’s okay.. I can last a few days without it..” 

“Your heat goes for almost three weeks, you can’t put yourself through that torture..” He frowned gently, scooting into the bed with you, hands gently grazing up against your waist. You flinched from the touch, thighs squeezing together.

“I jus’ don’t want you to worry about it is all, I’ll be okay..” You shakily nuzzled into his chest, taking in his scent. He smelled like chocolate and strawberries.. So sweet..

He hummed in response, pulling you closer and just letting you get comfortable. He began to relax into your scent, trying to resist the urge of just fucking you right then and there. He wasn’t sure when, but you started to shift. He hummed once more, just before being startled from the way you started to lick at his neck.

Of course, you started off with licking, but soon, you began to kiss. Wet, open mouthed, and sloppy kisses onto the skin. Quickly, he tried to stop you.

“Don’t– you’re in heat and I don't want you to regret anything..” He whispered, and you pouted, legs wrapping around his thigh as you began to grind against it, letting out a whimper.

“But Minnie,, it hurts so bad..” You whined out, trying to relieve some of the pressure, “what would I regret?”

“You have more of a chance of getting pregnant, that's what you’d regret..” He muttered, hand going to your hips to try and stop you, but the way your scent started to overpower his thoughts made him weak.

“What if I want it?” You huff, going back to kiss at his neck and all he could do was throw his head back with a sigh. 

Kissing soon turned into sucking and nibbling, leaving hickeys and love bites all over his neck.

“Fuck—” He moaned, pulling you ontop of him, hands resting at your hips as you lifted your head from his neck. You smiled cheekily at him, leaning closer to his face, inches away from his lips.

You purposefully grinded down on his hard on, causing him to gasp and groan, “You’re so hard..” You hummed out, leaning to his side to press a kiss to his jawline.

“Because your scent is so strong– Your kissing and grinding doesn’t help..” He huffed out, gazing into your lust filled eyes. Hesitating for a moment, he pulled you into a very much needed kiss. 

It was messy, the way both of your lips dragged against each other, spit escaping and trickling down your chin just made it hotter when you pulled away.

“You’re so hot..”

"What happened to not getting me pregnant?”

“I’ll get you plan b in the morning– fuck–” He quickly sat up, resting against the headboard and pulling you closer. You giggled at his little remark, just before grinding down on him hard, a moan releasing from the way it grazed your clit. 

“You have no clue how badly I wanted to fuck you in your heat..” He muttered, lips connecting to your neck and sucking hickeys left and right.

“Yeah? I bet you fantasized about it..” You hummed out, biting your lip and tilting your head back. Ears twitching with the way his hands traveled up your back from underneath your shirt. 

“I did,, I wanted to make you see stars..” He huffed, hands now sliding down your back and lifting your shirt off.

You lightly shake your shoulders, which makes your tits jiggle. It made him grunt before grabbing one and leaning down to suck on your nipples. Moaning you laced your fingers into his hair, eyes fluttering closed as his tongue flicked your hardened nipple back and forth.

“Min— that feels so good..” You huffed out, watching as he switched to the other one, giving the same treatment as he pinched the other.

“Hm? Feels good?” He muttered against your skin, causing you to nod quickly and roll your hips. His free hand went down to your shorts, slipping into them and rubbing your clit in circles through your panties. This caused you to gasp and roll your hips again.

“So good— fuck min so good–” You whined, hands gripping at his hair as he pulled away from your nipple and going up to kiss you again. He pulled away just to take off his shirt and switch positions. 

You back up against the plush blankets just made you even more majestic to him. Leaning down he began to kiss down your body, sucking hickeys in any spot he deemed perfect. Your scent just got stronger the lower he got. 

Hands hooking onto the waistband of your shorts and panties, he slid them down your legs, tossing them off somewhere. He looked at the way you glistened for him, almost tempted to lick you clean,, but he wanted to make you feel good rather than taste him. It was your first time in heat after all.

His fingers rubbed up and down your folds, lightly grazing against your clit, causing you to whimper. Seungmin looked back up at you with a smirk. He moved up and brought his middle and ring finger to your mouth, making you suck on them. 

You didn’t mind, sucking on them like there was no tomorrow, locking eyes with him just like you would went sucking him off. He grunted at the thought, pulling his fingers away from your mouth and positioning them at your entrance, just before pushing them in without any warning, and the way they immediately curled into your squishy walls made you clench.

“Ah– Fuuuck–” You moaned out, tossing your head back and biting down on your lip.

He didn’t even give you time to process before he started to finger fuck you rough. It felt so good you couldn’t help but start to squirm and grind against his fingers.

“Min! Augh– Holy shit— Yes right there!” There wasn’t even any time to process before he forced you into submission, eyes rolling back as you came prematurely. For the first time, this was the fastest you came, and he wasn’t even done. 

Taking in your scent even more and ramming his fingers into you, he couldn’t help but watch you convulse and grip at his wrist, “N-No! No more please!” You whined out.

He unwillingly obliged, just before slapping your clit, making you jolt, “You came so fast, how cute is that huh?” He teased, pressing a kiss to your cheek just before licking his fingers off. You just stared at him, doe eyed and lustful.

“You must be sensitive now that your heat is in full effect, yeah? Wonder how many times you can cum..” He huffed, quickly ridding of his shorts and boxers. If there was one thing you couldn’t get over it was the sight of his dick.

You liked to call it ‘big cock syndrome’. It was probably the biggest you’ve ever taken, or even fit inside of you. He was definitely above average, within length and girth. Sometimes you’ve even questioned how you’ve fit it in your mouth.

You watched him as he relaxed back into the bed, you quickly climbed over and sat between his legs. You watched as it twitched against his abdomen.

You wanted nothing more than to suck him dry, hands on his thighs as you scoot back, ass now up in the air with your tail swaying side to side. Taking this chance you look up at him, a small smirk on your face.

Seungmin’s cheeks all red and puffed out as he watches you, hand going to your head, gently rubbing the space in between your ears, making them flatten and you nuzzle into his hand. He thought it was cute.

Once his hand left your head, you kissed at the underside of his cock, just before licking a long strip to the tip, feeling him twitch and watching as his breathing became uneven. You let out a breathy giggle.

If it weren’t for his patience, he would’ve forced your head down on him immediately. Just his luck though because you quickly wrapped your lips around his tip, suckling gently before swirling your tongue. 

You listened to him groan, knowing that it felt good for him. While sucking on just the tip, you let spit form in your mouth before opening it and letting it drip down his length. Hand coming up to rub it all over just made him moan. The way you wrapped your pretty fingers around his length, ready to take him in. 

With a very deep breath, you soon started taking him further, locking eyes with him for a quick moment before closing them and taking in even more. At this point, only half of him was in your mouth. 

Shortly after a bit of bobbing your head up and down, you started to inch him down your throat, slightly gagging before your nose reached his pelvis. Trying your best, your breathed through your noise as you heard him curse over and over again.

‘Shit— Pup that feels- oh—” A hand coming to your head once more, gently petting your hair back and rubbing your ears, causing you to hum in response. 

It was the perfect signal for you to let him throat fuck you. Holding your head in place he began to move his hips, moaning as he watched you gag against him over and over. Tears swelled up in your eyes before they started falling. You looked so fucked out and all he was doing was fucking your throat. 

You couldn’t handle the throbbing in your cunt again, hand going to rub at your clit, moaning almost immediately, and at the instant he forced your head down all the way before continuing to fuck the hell out of your throat. You knew for a fact that he was enjoying this with the way his grunts turned into growls.

“Such a good little pup, taking me down your throat so easily.. You must love this huh? I see you touching yourself.” He teased, pulling your head forcefully off his cock.

You coughed almost immediately, letting all the spit that collected drip onto his dick, just before nodding and humming in response.

“Love it when you fuck my throat, so good Minnie..” You whined out, rubbing your clit faster, wanting to cum once more. He didn’t even have to touch you and you were falling apart. 

“Want your cum down my throat, pretty please,” You quickly went to take him in your mouth again, and almost immediately went for deep throating him. He moaned almost immediately, throwing his head back as you sucked him almost dry.

You wanted it so bad, you wanted his cum down his throat and that thought alone made it harder not to cum. Looking down at you was the moment he broke, the way you looked so desperate for it. 

Hips jolting and thrusting into your mouth before hands went to force you down to his pelvis, making your nose uncomfortably press against it. You didn’t care, moaning against his cock as his seed released down your throat. When you pulled away and showed him your tongue, he smirked.

“Good.. swallowed it all up like a good little slut..” He patted your head again before pulling you up to kiss him.

It was short and simple but it made you more eager than before. Quickly, you got onto your hands and knees. One of his favorite positions was doggystyle, so why not give it to him?

He grunted as he watched your pussy drip with wetness, just waiting for him to put it in. The way you shook your hips just made it even harder to resist.

“So needy.. Why don’t I give you what you want, yeah?” He hummed, quickly lining himself up with your core, thrusting his spit covered cock forwards and watching it glide up and between your ass cheeks. 

You whined, wiggling your hips once more before pulling back, hands going underneath yourself to spread your folds open, “Here minnie, want it here..” 

He chucked, humming as he lined himself up, “I won’t give you a chance to adjust, you know that right?”

“Fuck adjusting, I need you so bad.” You huffed, feeling his tip prodding at your hole. Without hesitation he pushed in and immediately bottomed out.

He huffed and groaned at the way you clenched around him, and like he said, he didn’t give you a chance to adjust. 

He practically rammed into you, every single thrust being fast and rough. He knew you liked it though, with the way your whines and moans slipped past with every thrust. You just knew how deep he was hitting from the way your hand was resting against your abdomen and the way you could feel him though it. 

Your arms gave out, one hand gripping onto the bed sheets while the other went to rub your clit. Eyes rolling in the back of your head, you let out a scream of pleasure, one of many to come along. 

Maybe it was your heat, but you felt so sensitive today, and he was more than excited. 

“Awh, poor pup is screaming huh? That must feel so good huh?” He chuckled, pushing into you deep as you let out a groan, tears forming in your eyes again.

“S-so good Min! Fuck— harder please!” You rubbed your clit faster, hips rolling forward before he grabbed your tail, causing you to gasp. The way he forced you back on to his dick had you seeing stars. You came once again, this time on his cock. He definitely didn’t stop there.

His thrusts only got harder and faster, deeper even. The way you clenched on him had him on edge, but he wasn’t gonna give in so easily. “AH– Ohmygodmin! Shit–Shit!” You couldn’t even for a sentence to tell him how overstimulated you felt.

Soon enough, those words became incoherent ones as he drilled into you mercilessly. You had tears streaming down your face, fingerprints on your hips as he gripped tighter and tighter. Your moans become hoarse and desperate. Scratchy and uneven. 

The moment he started growling, you knew it was happening.

“Fuck– Min gimmie it” You moaned out, hand running to your clit again, rubbing to catch up to his orgasm as quick as possible.

“Want me to fill your little pussy up? I’ll give you my pups. Take it for me and have it.” He groaned out, leaning over to start nibbling on your ears. It didn’t even take you a moment to process before you started releasing all over his cock again. 

That sent him over the edge however, cock twitching as his hips stilled, releasing long white streaks of cum to cover your walls. His groans became growls, practically sounding feral as he released. His grip on your hips just tightened even more with the way that you fucked back onto him.

You were out of breath, and felt so fucked out that at one point you blanked. The next, you were cleaned up, in what was seungmin’s shirt, and snuggled up to him in the covers. 

When he realized you were awake, he smiled and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, “You blanked out as soon as we finished, and I didn’t want to wake you so I cleaned you up..” He told you, causing you to hum in response and snuggle into him.

“Thanks..” You muttered, feeling him squeeze you gently before speaking up.

“I wanted to ask,, what exactly are we?” 

“Whatever you want to be? I mean, I’m not opposed to dating it’s just–”

“Frowned upon I know” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Well, who cares what they say? How about you just be my little pup and we can forget about those shitheads, yeah?” He said in one of the sweetest tones you’ve heard from him.

“I’d like that..”

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The latest installment of "literally nobody is happy about Bill being the Mystery Shack's prisoner," chapter 8: Bill attempts to manipulate the humans with the only weapon he still has at his disposal: grossing them out. Also featuring: dramatic arguments with Ford, a surprise bath, and me trying my level best to convince you all that hair is the most disgusting substance in the universe, let me know how I do at that. Chapters one, two, three, four, five, six, and seven if you missed them.

A few days into summer vacation, just before dawn, Dipper and Mabel were woken by a series of thunderous crashes and pained screams, followed by Bill's piercing, maniacal laughter. They were armed and out the bedroom door in seconds.

Mabel said, "Who did he kill?!"

"I think he blew up a wall to escape—"

They skidded to a stop at the top of the attic stairs. Bill had tumbled halfway down, crashed into the wall where the stairs made a ninety degree turn, and was now sprawled upside-down on the steps, giggling.

Dipper lowered his weapon. "What."

"I ff—" Bill was interrupted by a wheeze of laughter. "I forgot how stairs work."

He spotted the kids—Dipper holding a metal claw hammer, Mabel holding a kitchen knife longer than her forearm—and abruptly stopped laughing. "Wow, you kids came ready to commit murder! Just waiting for the first excuse, huh?"

"Shut up." Dipper looked at Mabel. "Wanna go back to bed?"

"I think my blood is all adrenaline now."

Dipper sighed. "Yeah. Let's get breakfast, I guess."

They trudged down the stairs, shoulders pressed to the wall to stay as far from Bill as possible. As they passed Bill, Dipper muttered, "You could at least get out of the way."

Bill—who'd been about to gingerly sit up—lay back down and spread out across the landing. "Think I'd rather mildly inconvenience you!"

Mabel threw in, "And take a shower! You smell like an outhouse."

"That's my human-repellant forcefield."

The twins headed for the kitchen for a snack they could take out of the shack—and were blocked by Stan in the doorway. "Hold on. Don't go in there. You smell that?"

Dipper and Mabel sniffed the air, and grimaced. Mabel stuck out her tongue. Dipper said, "Ugh. We thought that was Bill, but it's worse down here."

"One of two things happened here," Stan said. "Either a squirrel and a raccoon fought to death under the fridge and started rotting; or the space demon cast some kind of stink curse. Personally, I'm hoping for dead wildlife. But until I find out, you two stay out of the kitchen."

There were several more crashes as Bill tumbled down the second half of the stairs, a groan, and a muttered, "What am I getting wrong?"

Stan rounded on Bill. "Hey! Demon. Don't suppose you happen to know why the kitchen smells..." He gestured vaguely, "like that."

Seated on the floor, Bill had been absorbed in prodding his limp left arm; but at the question, he looked up with a worryingly bright smile. "It just so happens I do!"

"Explain."

He twisted his left arm with his right, jammed it back into its proper position with a pop, and straightened himself up. "Funny thing—you know how I can't open doors? Because of the curse your brother put on me? Of course you do. Well—darnedest little quirk of human architecture—I don't know if you noticed, but it just so happens that all of the toilets in this house are behind doors!"

Stan's face blanched. "Oh no."

"At any given time, this body I'm in is freely secreting about half a dozen different bodily fluids—snot, spit, sweat, I could go on—and you humans are perfectly comfortable with that. But you think one bodily fluid is special and can only go in the special white bowl. Me, on the other hand—I'm an energy being that doesn't leak all day! Your fluids are all equal to me! I don't care about your special white bowls!"

Hotly, Stan said, "You're in my house—"

Immediately twice as angry and twice as loud as Stan, Bill said, "So if you think I'm going to lower myself to asking three times a day for permission to use a STUPID TOILET for YOUR COMFORT—"

And that was when they started screaming.

Dipper looked at Mabel. "Let's eat out."

Mabel nodded. "You know that burger place where Wendy gets breakfast—?"

"If we hurry, we can probably meet her there."

By the time they'd changed and come back downstairs, Ford had joined in the argument, Abuelita had set up a folding chair to watch it like a wrestling match, and the volume had doubled. (Bill: "BE GRATEFUL I USED THE SINK INSTEAD OF YOUR CEREAL BOXES! NEXT TIME I WON'T BE SO MERCIFUL!" Stan: "I'M GONNA INSTALL A DOOR KNOB ON THE KITCHEN FAUCET AND THEN YOU'LL NEED MY PERMISSION TO DRINK, YOU LITTLE—") Dipper and Mabel squeezed around the crowd, slid out the door, and biked into town.

They decided they'd just stay out the rest of the day.

They'd been doing that a lot lately.

####

When they made it home that evening, the first person they ran into was Soos, relocating a detached door. "Oh, hey dudes! Okay so, update on the Bill situation." Soos leaned the door against the wall. "We removed the door on the downstairs half bath and nailed up a curtain instead, so, now it's curse-accessible, but Bill can't lock himself in and do—" he wiggled his fingers, "secret Bill things. So. If you wanna use a bathroom with a real door, you've gotta go upstairs now."

Mabel considered that. "The bathroom with the tub still has a real door, right?"

"Yeah dudes, it's fine!"

Dipper said, "So... do we have a way to get him to shower...?"

Mabel said, "Yeah, whatever Bill's been doing in the kitchen sink—"

(Soos said, "And the trash can, it turns out.")

"—it hasn't included sponge baths, and it's getting obvious."

"And I'm not really comforted by his 'human-repellant forcefield' comment," Dipper added.

Mabel nodded. "I'd kinda like Bill to clean up before he gets as bad as Dipper last July."

"Hey."

Soos pointed toward the attic. "Ford's working on that right now." He whispered, "He's got a theory that Bill's just just too proud to ask for permission to use the facilities? So maybe if we ask him to take a shower, he'll go, 'oh, okay, I'm doing you guys a favor,' and then he'll agree to be let in and out of the bathroom."

Dipper grimaced. "I don't like the idea of begging him to shower."

"Uh... I'm fine with it." Soos shrugged. "Better smug than smelly."

####

"All right, Cipher."

Every time Ford came upstairs, Bill was curled up in the window seat, one side pressed against the glass. If it weren't for the crumpled jerky and granola bags and the empty energy drinks scattered beneath Bill's window seat—or the occasional downstairs argument—Ford would have suspected Bill hasn't budged in days. It made him nervous. There was an ice pack on Bill's left shoulder that had sat there so long it was completely melted.

"You got the bathroom you wanted. Now, would you take a shower?" Ford mustered up all his willpower as he prepared to mortify himself, and added, "Please."

It was important to note that Ford had spent his youth as the golden child; Stan had been disowned before his desire to please his parents had a chance to wilt and die; and Ford had barely seen Shermie's teen years. He'd spent his own adolescence isolated from his peers, and hadn't gotten to know any youths except Dipper and Mabel since then.

All of which was to say, the look Bill Cipher gave Ford, shocking in its ferocity, was utterly alien to him; but would have been familiar to millions of humans around the world.

It was the same look received by authoritarian parents whose tyranny had squeezed a little too tight, and whose offspring had realized they were grounded so severely they no longer had anything left to lose. It was the wrath of the defiant teenager. 

And then the most pleasant smile snapped on Bill's face, quick as flicking a light switch. "What's in it for me?"

Ford blinked in disbelief. What needed to be in it for Bill? It was a shower. "Being... clean?"

"Eh."

Ford's shoulders sagged. "At least use deodorant?" he pled. "Change clothes? Brush your hair? Something?"

"No, no, absolutely not, aaand no. What's the matter, Stanford? I've been staying out of your way! You don't even see me up here. The stench can't be getting to you that much, so what do you care what I do to this body?" Bill's grin widened. "Guilt starting to set in? Must be hard to pretend you're a hospitable host rather than a kidnapper when your 'guest' is living in squalor—"

"Enough," Ford snapped. "So this is what, your way of protesting your own captivity? You have to realize how stupid this is."

"Buuut it's wooork-iiing," Bill said, a singsong lilt to his voice. "It's getting on your neee-eeerves."

"You're going to cause yourself problems in the long run! Diseases, infections—don't tell me I have to explain germ theory to you, you're smarter than that."

Bill scoffed. "I'm flattered you're so concerned about my health, but you can relax. I've been washing my hands and brushing my teeth like a good little potential disease vector. But you humans are so safe inside your modern fortresses with minimal carnivorous bugs and flesh-eating fungi—most of your hygiene expectations are cosmetic! I'm more willing to put up with itchy dandruff than you are to put up with the smell."

"Are you listening to yourself? This is—" Ford paused. "You've been brushing your teeth? Where did you get a toothbrush?"

"I've been using the dish brush and liquid dish soap in the kitchen." Bill laughed. "Wow, look at you—lecturing your prisoner on poor hygiene when you didn't give him any way to clean up! That's not a good look, pal."

Ford made a mental note to find a spare toothbrush for Bill. He flung his hands out in exasperation. "But—why put up with itchy dandruff at all? Why refuse to shower, of all things? And don't say to be annoying—you're cutting off your nose to spite your face!"

"Because cutting off my nose is the only bargaining chip I've got, and you know it."

Seeing expressions on Bill's face—smiles and scowls and smirks and sneers, mouth and tongue and cheeks and eyebrows—still felt wrong. No matter what expression Bill put on, it always felt to Ford like he was using his face to tell some sort of lie. But his eyes—Ford was familiar with Bill's eye, and doubling them didn't banish that familiarity. He knew this heavy, hard, emotionless look. It was the same look he'd seen just before Bill had shown him, through his own eye, the sight of his home dimension burning. Of all the looks he'd seen in Bill's eye—curved crescent with sadistic glee, literally red with fury—something about this heavy look chilled Ford the most. It was, somehow, the cruelest he'd ever seen Bill.

Bill got to his feet, wincing as he uncurled his hunched back. He stretched, spine cracking, as he sauntered lazily toward Ford. "Can I speak frankly with you, Sixer? I can't do a lot of tricks in this body. Heck, I'd try to tell you I don't have any tricks right now—but I'm sure you'd just say I'm lying to get your guard down, blah blah; so let's agree that, at least, I don't have the power to escape or kill you all, or I would have by now! This body—" he gestured grandly down at himself, "—as far as I'm concerned, is a dirty sticker stuck on the bottom of my shoe. It's trash. It's disposable. It's worth less than nothing to me. But it's all I've got at my disposal. So I'm going to be disgusting, until you start doing me favors to make me stop."

"Favors," Ford said. "And if we don't?"

Bill shrugged, hands raised. "Then I guess I'll keep being gross! But I cannot overemphasize just how little I care about your species's ideas about minimum hygiene standards, or how far I'm willing to go to irritate you all. This morning's hazmat crisis in the kitchen was just a warning shot. You will cave first."

As unnerving as that heavy look in Bill's eyes was, simply seeing it wasn't what rattled Ford. It was knowing that Bill could wear that cruel look while talking about committing quiet, passive violence on himself.

Bill stared Ford down for a moment; then apparently took Ford's silence for a small victory. "I want a drink strong enough to rot a bootlegger's guts, a hot meal that hasn't been cooked by Grandma Guilia Tofana down there, or—" Bill pointed toward the attic window that his curse prevented him from opening, "a breeze and some fresh air. I'm flexible. Let me know when you're ready to negotiate." He returned to his seat in the window. "I won't be far."

Giving Bill "a breeze" would obviously give him an escape route, and Bill was no doubt angling to accumulate tiny, "harmless" favors until he tricked the humans into doing something that would let him escape; but... Ford eyed the empty junk food bags on the floor. He tried to remember whether he'd seen Bill eat anything except for unrefrigerated factory-sealed snacks he could forage from the open kitchen shelves—or if the last fresh food Bill had tasted had been Abuelita's cyanide cooking.

Bill wanted Ford to pity him. That was what this whole charade was about. Ford hated that it was working. Not because of Bill's performative filthiness—but because Ford knew, too well, what it was like to be trapped, powerless, and hungry in an alien dimension; and because even when Bill was all but confessing he was trying to exploit Ford's pity, he was still trying so hard to pretend he wasn't afraid. 

"I'll let you know what Stanley says."

Bill didn't turn away quite fast enough to hide his smile of triumph. "I'll be waiting." He settled back down into the same position he'd held for half a day and stared out at the night sky.

####

After several days in this body, Bill could definitively conclude that sleep was the worst part of being human.

Repeatedly blacking out and coming to, only to realize he couldn't remember anything for the past several hours. Usually he didn't even remember dreaming, even though he knew he must have dreamt for at least a couple hours. He hated not knowing what had been happening around his physical body for all that time, and he hated not knowing what he'd been doing in his dreams. Anything could have happened to him during those missing hours in the mindscape.

The few dreams he remembered were little comfort. Nightmares about dying, about faces and places he was galled to find out had been lodged in this human brain's subconscious—but the subject matter wasn't the important part. What mattered was that, while he was dreaming, he didn't know he was dreaming.

He didn't know how that was possible. He couldn't remember how the dreams started, what trick they must have pulled to persuade him that this was reality even though he couldn't remember what had happened five minutes earlier, or how they hypnotized him into unquestioningly playing along with their bizarre impossible Wonderland plot lines. Waking up was more terrifying than his nightmares, as he reoriented himself to reality and he had to grapple with how helplessly delusional he'd just been—and the knowledge that it would happen again, and again, and again.

Bill knew how human minds worked. He knew how humans dreamed. He'd been swimming through their dreams for millennia. This was normal for humans, and the knowledge that it was normal was the only thing keeping him from going mad with terror.

But the fact that it was normal for humans didn't mean it was normal for him. Because he was not human, and he hated blacking out for hours at a time, and he hated being so foggy-minded and vulnerable in the mindscape.

Most of his diet of the past few days consisted of energy drinks. His throat constantly blazed with heartburn. He needed a better solution—and maybe he could think of one once he got a decent meal or a drink that could help him sleep without dreaming.

He was hungry, he was tired, and he was weak.

####

But in spite of the caffeine, at some point Bill must have fallen asleep—because he woke up. 

For once, he didn't wake from the searing heat of psychic fires.

He woke from the deadly chill of ice cold bath water.

"HELP!" Bill flailed, bashed both elbows and a heel against porcelain, and went under. He came up spluttering. "Mayday! Charybdis! Carpathia!"

The bathroom door slammed shut. From the other side, Stan shouted, "We considered your terms, and uh—we decided we're rejecting your demands, you get nothing, aaand you've gotta bathe."

Bill heaved himself out of the tub, flopped on the floor, and lay there wetly. Like a fish out of water, if the fish had given up the will to live. "Texq exmmbkba?"

"We dropped you in the tub," Ford said. "And we're going to do that every time your stench becomes intolerable, unless you bathe voluntarily. Is that clear?"

("What the heck language is he speaking now?" "Not a language. Caesar cipher." "You're tellin' me Cipher was Caesar, too?")

Bill coughed out a mouthful of water. "I'll drown myself."

"No you won't."

"I'd enjoy it. It'll be fun."

Ford hesitated. "Knowing you, you probably would. But you could only do it once."

"I'll slaughter you both."

Stan laughed. "Sure, if you ever reach us!" He jiggled the doorknob tauntingly.

Bill dragged himself across the floor and pounded on the door. He hollered, "I'll make meat linguine out of your skins with an orange peeler! I'll cook it in bone broth made by boiling your teeth!"

There was an awkward pause. Stan said, "I don't have teeth."

"You two are a loser who was only ever likable when you were pretending to be your brother and a puffed-up self-pitying nerd who never learned that no one's impressed by a child prodigy after age twenty-two! The biggest impact you'll ever have on each other is derailing each other's life dreams, and all your friends are worse off for knowing you! Your father died ashamed of you both and if he knew the truth about your lives he'd have been even more ashamed! Sherman has no positive memories of you, your obituaries will spell both your names wrong, and I'm going to feed your souls to an ouroboros that will repeatedly digest and defecate you for ten thousand years!"

After a couple more minutes of threats and insults, when Bill had to slow down to catch his breath, Ford calmly said, "Have you got that out of your system?"

A pause. "Think I'm good now." Bill slumped back to the floor, his cheek pressed to the cool, damp floorboards. "Okay. You win. Name your terms."

"You're not coming out of there until you've bathed," Ford said. "We'll let you out when you tell us you're clean. If you're not clean, we close the door again. If you want to sit there and sulk, then we'll leave, and once you're clean you'll have to wait until somebody feels like checking on you. Is that clear."

"Clear as crystal."

"Good. On the cabinet by the tub, you'll find a towel, washcloth, brush, comb, bar of soap, and shampoo. Are you familiar with how to use all of them."

"Sure! Course I am." Bill picked up the bar of soap, dipped it in the water, and experimentally rubbed it on his forearm. He pursed his lips dubiously at the results of this experiment. In a flash of brilliant inspiration, he peeled the cardboard box off of the soap bar. "How hard can it be?"

"Fine. There's a clean change of clothes next to the supplies. If you can get this over with in a timely manner, without wrecking the bathroom or wasting all the toiletries, we can talk about letting you choose a shampoo brand for next time."

Bill considered pointing out that that was a pretty stupid bribe to offer a creature who didn't have the slightest emotional attachment to organic toiletries; but then he remembered one of the cults he was affiliated with in New England made a shampoo line using its traumatized worshippers' tears, and he grudgingly decided he'd like to support them if he could. "You're enjoying this, aren't you."

"No." Ford was enjoying this.

"Gimme an hour. I've never done this start to finish before."

"Fine. We'll be back in sixty minutes."

Bill could hear the creak of the floorboards as the Pines left, and the fading sound of Stan's voice as he quietly asked, "Do you think what he said about Shermie..."

Yeah, Bill hoped that haunted him. He reached for the towel, and then jerked back his hand, startled, at the sight of another person in the bathroom.

"Oh." Bill experimentally waved a hand at the human, confirming that the strange alien staring at him was a mirror. "Hey, there." He stared glumly at the face he was trapped inside.

He'd never seen it before.

He was sure there used to be more mirrors in Ford's shack, but they must have been among the "potential weapons" the Pines had hidden away. Up until now, he'd kept imagining himself as a triangle. Some half-dead shape fraying golden curls around the edges, fused atop the rib cage of a humanoid puppet. Seeing the reality felt wrong, disorienting, like staring at an optical illusion but not being able to pick out how it worked.

He searched for any sign of himself in the face staring back at him. It was like trying to find something reminiscent of Chopin's piano Nocturnes in the shape of a lawnmower: a task so impossible it was unintelligible. 

The only thing at all familiar was the color of the hair; not quite as bright as the dazzling electric gold of his true form, but still achingly similar.

Gold formed into lines—gold lines that bent and curled with acrobatic, contortionist flexibility.

"Well, whaddaya know," Bill sighed. "It only took a few dozen eons—but you finally grew up to look like your mother. Ha. Ha ha." The joke left a bitter taste behind his eye. (Eyes.) "Ekoj kcis a fo aedi ruoy siht si, Ltoloxa?"

The Axolotl didn't answer. Bill didn't expect him to.

He tossed the clean shirt over the mirror, discovered the bathroom had a second mirror, and took off the shirt he'd been wearing for almost a week to cover that one, too. He unpeeled the rest of his clothes, trying to avoid looking too close at the human body as he did—it seemed worse now than it had when he'd first gotten this body, with the image of that alien face seared into his memory, knowing he wasn't on this body but dissolved inside it.

Once he'd cleaned this body to the humans' satisfaction and gotten out of here, he could handle future hygiene issues by scrubbing off in the sink in his curtained bathroom downstairs. He'd only have to go through this indignity once.

So just get it over with. And use the time to think up new ways to irritate the humans into doing what he wanted.

####

He tried first bathing in the filled tub, until the cold water had him shivering so hard he couldn't properly coordinate his hands; then drained it and tried showering; and then filled it with warm water and attempted bathing again.

Most of him, he supposed, was clean enough for a human's tastes—any signs of peeling dead skin scrubbed off, no visible dirt, no noticeable smell but the smell of soap—but he doubted the hair would pass muster. It still had asphalt dust in it from almost a week ago, not to mention whatever his scalp had been shedding since then.

But, unfortunately, the hair was the worst part. He could scrub skin with no trouble; but when he was bathing, sunk down to his chin, trying to feel weightless again, the hair floated around him like a grotesque ghost, closing in. When he was showering, it dangled on his face, clinging to his skin, like it was trying to creep under his eyelid and down his throat and choke him. Just knowing it was there made his stomach turn; touching it made his throat burn as energy drink bile tried to escape his stomach. 

Maybe if Bill brushed the tangles out first. That would knock out some of the dirt without him having to touch it himself. He sat on the edge of the tub, letting the growing tingling pain in his legs as his circulation was cut off distract him from the feeling of hair sticking to his cheeks and shoulders.

He tried to brush it out with his eyes shut, and his knuckles accidentally dragged across the filaments, wet, clammy, clingy. He yanked the brush free and felt hundreds of hairs jerking against their follicles. He forced himself to try again with his eyes open, holding the brush by the very tip of the handle. The bristles sank into the lumpen tangled mass of dead curling skin, and, as he tugged it down, slowly peeled the soggy strands of flesh apart—

His stomach hurt with the force of his retch. He clapped a hand over his mouth, dropped to his knees, and barely managed to get his dinner on the floor instead of on himself.

Voice a shaky, plaintive whine, he said, "Stop doing that to me." He shut his eyes, pressing his sweaty forehead to the cool rim of the bath tub. (Should he have aimed for the tub? Maybe the toilet? Were the humans going to get on his case for getting sick?) "It doesn't help," he hissed. "If I'm already neauseous, purging a load of bile does not help. It makes—it—worse. Why are humans built like this."

The Pines were tyrants. If he begged to be let out with his hair still grimy, the best he could hope for was mockery. Any pleas for mercy would cost him dearly. He wasn't getting out of here until he'd dealt with the hair.

He pulled the makeshift curtain aside on one of the mirrors. His vision was bleary from soap; the soggy hair draped in a loose, disheveled triangle shape around his head, like a mangled corpse. He shuddered and let the fabric drop. 

A knock on the door. "It's been an hour, Cipher."

Ford. Bill rubbed his throat and hoped he didn't sound like he'd just been sick. "Gimme another hour."

"That's ridiculous. It takes less than ten minutes to shower, how could you possibly need two hours?"

"So I haven't had the practice at scrubbing skin folds that you have! Give me a break! How many hundreds of showers do you take a year? Do you know how hard it is to hold a bar of soap for more than half a second, or are you so used to it that you've forgotten these things are slippery?"

There was a pause. "You can't hold soap."

"My hands are small, Stanford."

"Fine. One more hour, but that's all you get."

"Fine, I don't care! If I'm not done in an hour, kick down the door and call the hygiene police on me." Bill was pretty sure you couldn't even get a call through to the hygiene police from this dimension. "Go away. I'm focusing."

Why had the Axolotl given him hair. Why hadn't he dumped Bill on Earth bald and balloon-smooth, let the patchy human fur patterns grow in over time? Why hadn't he at least given Bill less hair—why did it need to be so long—

But his hair didn't need to be long, did it? Bill didn't need to have hair at all. Hair was the easiest human body part to self-amputate, easier even than fingernails or ears. Inspired, Bill started searching the bathroom cabinet drawers—et voila. The Pines had no doubt removed any razors or scissors before leaving Bill in this bathroom, but he managed to find a bottle of hair removal cream. Probably courtesy of Question Mark's girlfriend. Cosmetic acid: one of humanity's many endearing little quirks. This would liquefy the roots of the hair, and Bill could get out of here.

It was easier to touch the hair when he was powered by rage, sliding his cream-coated fingers through the clingy filaments in service of burning it all away. The tingle on his scalp was a welcome distraction from the feeling of the hair itself, and feeling the tingle gradually blossom into a full blaze was a relief. Chemical burn. That was a luxurious pain—it tightened his lungs and squeezed rapturous tears from his eyes, so good he almost forgot there was another goal to this pain.

Maybe it would damage some of his follicles enough to prevent the hair from regrowing. Maybe he could wring some pity out of his captors—see this damage, isn't it hideous, look what you made me do—how long could he milk that? A few weeks?

He tolerated the burn as long as he thought he could get away with it without requiring hospitalization, then turned the shower on again. The ice cold water didn't wash the dead hair off fast enough. Some of it stuck to his skin; some was brittle, but not quite fully dissolved.

And that one, last, tiny inconvenience was more than he could stand. 

The hair stuck to his chest, his arms, his hands as he ripped it off. Dead flesh, peeling apart and rotting, dead flesh all over him. He ran his hands over his head, fingers trembling with disgust, and tore out clumps of hair to fling to the ground. His eardrums boomed with his heartbeat. If there had been anyone else in the room he would have murdered them with his bare hands just to purge some rage. Over and over, desperate, obsessed, get it off get it off—

Until his head was so smooth that the pain of the chemical burns masked what few fibers were left. Until the icy shower left his skin so cold it hurt. He stepped out of the shower, triumphantly tore the shirt down from the mirror to see the results—and froze in horror.

When a cloud of gold hair had dangled down from his scalp, he'd looked like a triangle rotting apart—the corpse of Bill Cipher.

Now, he looked at his face, and he didn't see Bill Cipher at all. He'd destroyed the last of himself.

At his feet was a murder scene, all mangled golden gore.

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[thevelria]

A bit broken, a bit psycho, but all yours

Pairing: Yandere!Gojox Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+ only!!! heavy smut, oral (recieving both way), shower sex, toxic actions, angst

wordcount:3073

Author's note: Gojo being yandere has a thing on me lol Enjoy~

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It’s been years now that you got together with Satoru. He was oh so sweet and charming, being a complete fluff every single time he’s been around you. Compliments and sweet lies dripping from his perfect mouth. Of course you fell for the trick. Probably after the first year you started to feel that something was off. The always all-smile guy became a green eyed monster, who wanted to control every single step of yours. 

But instead of you running away, you stayed, because you truly did think he was the one for you. A bit broken, a bit psycho, but all yours. 

-What are you doing?- Gojo clicked his tongue irritated.

You’ve been scrolling through TikTok and you simply didn’t pay attention to him.

-I asked you a fucking question,Y/N! -his raised voice snapped you back.

-Huh? -you looked up from your phone.

-I asked -he pinched the bridge of his nose- what are you doing?

-Oh -you giggled, ignoring his tantrum.

-So? Are you texting your men who fuck you, when I’m not around?

-Satoru, please… -you rolled your eyes- Not this shit again.

Gojo was jealous, but not in a cute way. In a choking, toxic, annoying way. And the fact that after all these years he simply didn’t trust you made you feel angry and sad at the same time. His nonstop tantrum really got on your nerves. He could have been so much more, a perfect partner, a perfect lover, a perfect husband with time. But instead he stuck in the mud of jealousy, which was slowly eating him and yourself up. 

He couldn't help his behavior, the single thought of you being with someone else, touched by someone else made his blood boil. You were his special one, only his. The way he loved you was abnormal, sick to a level, where there was no way back from. 

The evening training started around 5pm as usual. All the sorcerers gathered together in the room and paired up. Most of the time you were paired with Gojo, but sometimes you got someone else. When you saw your name next to Nanami’s you already knew it was going to be fucked up. 

-I’ll try not to kick your ass too hard-Nanami walked up to you, wearing sweatpants and a kinda loose shirt.

-Oh, you wish -you laughed in an instant- You have no chance against me -placing yourself in your fighting stance. You’ve been wearing your usual training suit, tight black shorts and a baby-blue tight tank top, which followed the curve of your body perfectly. Gojo argued about these clothes like a billion times, because he found it too revealing. You just waved at his words. 

The first punch you received from Nanami felt like the air left your body. You bent down, hands on your stomach, while fighting with the unbearable pain. 

-Fuck -you hissed, straightening yourself up, standing in the stance once again- Come -you waved your fingers at Nanami. He smirked and attacked again and again and again. You dodged most of the hits and threw some proper punches as well. 

After a few minutes of intensive fist fighting for a brief second you let your guard down and he mercilessly took advantage of it. The punch hit you right on the jaw. The next you remember feeling a leg kicking yours out under you and you landed on the mattress with Nanami on top of you.

-Sorry, princess -he leaned in, whispering in your ear, making you chuckle.

Gojo heard Nanami’s husky voice even if he tried to whisper as low as possible. He froze in his action, slowly grabbing the blindfold between his long fingers and pulling it down, turning his face in the direction of you. His beautiful eyes widened and he felt as the rage rushed through his body. In an instant he appeared next to you, grabbing the shoulder of Nanami and tossing him away like he weighed nothing.

-How dare you flirt with my woman? -he clenched his jaw, taking off the blindfold completely.

-Satoru -you stood up, reaching for his hand- Please don’t make a scene, please -you begged.

But he didn’t listen to you and attacked the man in front of him. Even if Nanami was a strong one, he wasn’t a match to Gojo. The last thing you saw was Nanami’s ripped up lips and eyebrows, blood running down his face. Gojo punched him so many times so hard that his knuckles were sliced open.

As you took a deep breath you grabbed your stuff and simply left the room, heading home without saying a single word to anyone. On your way to your shared home thoughts were running through your mind. You wanted this madness to be ended and felt like you were not able to do this anymore. Tears building up in your eyes from frustration made you even angrier. You loved Gojo with all your heart, but the way he acted towards you and everyone else around you was just not acceptable anymore. 

-This is it -you sighed, wiping your eyes with the back of your bandaged hand. 

You parked down your car, entering your home and walking straight to the bedroom. Standing in front of the wardrobe you took a deep breath.

-It’s gonna be the best for both of us -you kept persuading yourself, while grabbing a luggage and stuffing your clothes into it. 

Your body clenched to the noise, when Gojo closed the front door, hearing his footsteps towards the room made you feel nauseous. You were afraid, but determined at the same time.

-Baby -he leaned against the door frame- what are you doing?

You kept silent, packing without a break.

-Love, please -he took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose- How many more times will we go through this?

-Stop it, Satoru. We’re done. I’m not doing this any longer -your cold voice terrified him. Mostly you yelled at him, threw random things towards him. But not this time. You seemed way too calm and it made him feel uneasy.

-Y/N -he walked behind you, placing his huge palms on your waist. His touch caused your body to shiver.

-I don’t want to hear it -you shook your head- I cannot live like this! 

Gojo panicked, felt desperate and hopeless. Were you bluffing? Or were you seriously about to leave him? The emotional spiral he found himself in squeezed him from the inside. He felt a knot building up in his chest, his breath became heavy and uneven. 

His hands grabbed you hard, turning you around to face him. His Adam’s apple bobbed the second he looked you in the eyes. Seeing the pure coldness in them destroyed him in an instant.

-Baby, please don’t leave me -he whispered- I’m sorry, okay? I’m really really sorry -he kept bubbling. But your expression didn’t change a bit, you’ve witnessed this way too many times. Empty promises, sweet lies, nothing else.

-Just leave me alone -you sighed, rolling your eyes. But he wasn’t able to let you go, his hand stood still on your body.

-Y/N, I mean it -he frowned- I…I don’t even know what’s gotten into me. Seeing that dick atop of you -he clenched his jaw.

-That’s the problem, Satoru -you placed your palm on his chest- That you never think before you act. What could have possibly happened? Hm? You thought he was about to fuck me right then, right there? You are ridiculous -you laughed with so much pain in your voice.

-No, no of course not -he mumbled- Fuck, I don’t know -he collapsed on his knees, burying his face into his palms. Hearing him sobbing made your eyes wide. Was he…was he truly crying? 

-Hey…hey -you sat on your heels as well, placing your hand on his. You have never seen him like this before. He was always so arrogant, so prideful, not showing his true feelings. And now he was here…crying in front of you shamelessly.

-Please stay, you know how fucking much I love you -his voice cracked and it melted your heart right away.

-Oh ‘Ru -you dropped your hands around his neck, pulling him in a tight hug- You can be such a freaking asshole -you chuckled, fighting with your own tears. 

He buried his face into your neck, hugging you so tight you wondered if he was about to break your ribs. The second his lips pressed against your shoulder your body shivered.

-I love you -he planted featherlight kisses on your skin- More than anything in this goddamn life -he murmured. 

You took a deep breath, while caressing the back of his neck, running your finger through his silky, white hair. Feeling his tongue licking your collarbone sent tensions between your legs. 

Breaking the hug you pushed him a bit back, looking right into his eyes and witnessing the pure lust burning in them. 

Gojo didn’t waste any more time and crashed his lips roughly against yours, kissing you with so much passion your body felt like jello. His tongue entered your mouth, eager to find yours, tasting every part of you. 

The next thing you remember is him laying you down on the floor, spreading your legs with his knees, taking his shirt above his head and tossing it aside. Seeing his perfectly muscled torso made you wild. You bit your lower lip as you touched his flexed abs, lowering your palm down, following the shape of his V line with your index finger. 

A low growl escaped his mouth as he grabbed your shorts, freeing you from them with ease.

-Wait -you pressed your hand against his chest.

-What? Why? -he frowned.

-I’m covered in sweat -you sat up-Come, let’s take a shower -you peaked a quick kiss on his cheek.

The devilish smirk on his face looked scary and hot at the same time. 

As you entered the bathroom he hugged you from behind, pressing your back against his chest.

-Look how beautiful you are -he growled, while looking at you in the mirror on the wall.

-’Ru… -you blushed. He was an expert in compliments.

-Shh..- he hushed you- Just look at your beautiful face -he caressed your cheek, lower your neck, shoulder until your hip. Grabbing the bottom of your tanktop and pulling it off above your head, leaving you standing only in your underwear. -Damn, Y/N -he took a deep breath- Your breast are so fucking perfect -he palmed them hard, squeezing them gently. 

-Do you see it? -he smirked, while staring at your body in the mirror once again.

-See what?

-Your perfect, beautiful body…Damn it girl -he clenched his jaw- You drive me crazy -he grabbed your panties, ripping them off with one move. Slowly moving his hand higher, unbuttoning your bra, letting your breast free. -I love every inch of you, Y/N -he bit your earlobe, making you moan -I love the way you moan, darling… -he whispered, lowering his palm on the side of your body until he reached your thigh.

-As much I hate your jealousy as much I love when you are dominant, ‘Toru -you grabbed his hand.

-Do you? -he smirked, sliding one of his fingers into your pussy.

-Oh the hell I am -you threw your head back, resting it on his chest.

He slowly moved the tip of his index finger on your clit, making small circles, which made your whole body shiver. You were about to lose yourself, when with his other hand he grabbed your hand and guided it down on your body.

-Let me see you pleasure yourself for me -he growled in your ear. You obeyed right away and slid your finger into your already wet pussy. Your finger moved in sync with his and the tension was mesmerizing. You moaned harder and harder as you felt the pleasure building up in your stomach second by second.

-Good girl -he licked his bottom lip, while staring at you in the mirror.

-’Ru- you moaned his name- I’m so close -you threw your free hand behind his neck, grabbing the back of his head.

-Then come for me, baby -he bit your neck.

His words sent the tension through your body and your orgasm bursted out immediately. You kept moaning and whining loudly as you rode your climax under your fingers.

-Damn -you breathed heavily- You are so bad… -you smiled, turning around and grabbing his bulge through his sweatpants.

Gojo freed himself from his clothes in an instant, standing in front of you completely naked. Your eyes were already fucking him and he noticed that. He loved seeing the lust in your eyes, it made him feel stronger, better…special.

-Do you like what you see, darling? -he tilted his head slightly.

-Oh shut up -you laughed, grabbing his hand, pulling him into the shower. 

A deep sigh escaped your mouth the second you felt the hot water running down your body. Facing Gojo, pressing your lips against his roughly, passionately. He grinned in the kiss, when he noticed how eager you were to find his tongue. 

Long minutes passed with kissing, when you finally broke it, gasping for some air. You put some shower gel on your palm, rubbing it over his body. Washing his strong chest, caressing his abs and lowering on his thighs and legs. Gently rubbing his dick, making him moan.  After washing the gel off you went down on your knees in front of him. Looking into his impossibly blue eyes as you licked the tip of his hardened shaft.

-Fuck -he threw his head back, resting it on the tile covered wall. 

A slight smirk crawled upon your face as you stroked him gently, moving your palm up and down, enjoying the husky voice of him moaning under your touch. You let your tongue dance around his tip, licking his whole length until the base and reverse. 

-Y/N -he growled-please take me -he begged, holding your head in still, forcing you to obey no matter what. As you started to bob him, all his muscles flexed in his body. You weren’t gentle, you went really hard on him. A bit of revenge, letting out your anger on that beast in your mouth. You deepthroated him out of the blue and he let out the most animalistic moan you’ve ever heard. 

-I’m so close -he roared. You didn’t even have time to react, before you felt him twitching and his hot semen hit the back of your throat. Squeezing him twice more then pulling him out and licking him clean with a satisfied smile on your face.

Gojo grabbed your shoulder and made you stand up in a blink of an eye, pressing his lips against yours, kissing you deep, tasting himself on your tongue. A loud moan escaped your mouth the moment his huge palm wandered down on your stomach, rubbing your already needy part between your legs. He kneeled down, softly grabbing one of your legs, throwing it on his shoulder.

-’Ru -you hissed as his tongue entered your pussy. His arrogant smirk was undeniable, because he knew…he knew you forgot his mistake once again. The way he was eating you sent you to another universe. His tongue danced on your clit, gently tapping and sucking on it. You rushed your fingers through his wet, crystal white hair, grabbing it harder, when he added one of his long fingers to make the tension deeper. You became a moaning mess as he kept pleasuring you in a way only he was capable of. Heavy breaths, louder moans rushed through the room as you felt your climax was about to burst out once again. It was his thing, he felt it was his duty to make you cum as many times as possible.

-I’m about to…-your sentence died midway into a lustful scream.

-Cum, baby…come for me -he held you still.

His husky voice sent shivers down your spine and you couldn’t hold it back anymore, riding your orgasm out right on his face. After you were down from your highs he stood up with a devilish smirk on his face. And you loved it, you loved how arrogant, how satisfied, how proud he looked.

Finishing the shower as quickly as possible, because you both knew it wasn’t going to be the end. No. You wanted to fuck him as much as he wanted to fuck you. Drying yourself with a fluffy towel you expected to bring this to the bedroom. Oh but how wrong you were. Gojo stepped behind you, gripping into the flash of your hips, pushing you down on the sink. You tiptoed, raising your ass a bit higher to make it easier for him to slide in. 

-Fucking hell -you screamed as he pushed his whole length in, all of his 10 inches rushed through your pussy, clenching your walls around him in an instant.

-Baby -he breathed heavily- you feel so goddamn good. I love your tight pussy around my cock -he mumbled.

He pounded you without mercy, with lust, with anger. Biting down your neck, your back, anywhere he could have reached your bare skin, leaving marks behind. 

-Tell me how much you love my dick! -he commanded, speeding up his pace.

-I love it a lot, ‘Ru! 

-Good girl! -he smirked cockily- I will never let anyone else fuck this tight pussy. It’s mine! -he gritted his teeth, feeling really close to his climax once again.

Unholy sounds echoed through the bathroom, they way his balls were slapping against your pussy, the noise of the skin to skin contact pushed you close to your high as well.

A few more thrusts and you felt him pulsing, twitching inside of you, you clenched your walls around him harder than ever as you reached your high, making him moan in delusion. 

-Y/N -he breathed heavily, staring into your eyes in the mirror with his dick still inside of you- I was serious. I’m not going to let anyone else to fuck you anymore. You are mine for eternity!

-I’m yours, baby -you closed your eyes, feeling the stupid love spreading in your body.

The ugly truth was that you were so deeply in love with this man that you didn’t see the toxicity slowly choking you to death.

[fieldofdaisiies]

Hey , loved all your writings...Can u please write something about Azriel and reader planning about starting their own little family and the night when they conceive their child ( something smutty ) and the reader finally got pregnant , Azriel taking care and being overprotective and being there for her during birth...ik this is going to take a long but if you're comfortable you can divide this in parts .... plzzzz do consider this one 🥺❤

Of course, thank you so much for requesting. I hope it is fine that I put everything into one story which is a longer one <33

Azriel x Reader | Shadowsinger Baby

type: smut and fluff  warnings: baby making word count: 2773

*all rights reserved*

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"Gods, you’re so beautiful," Azriel groaned against the shell of your ear, breath hot against your skin, lips wet. "My beautiful mate." Your legs curled behind his hips, forcing him deeper inside of you. Gods, he filled you so perfectly—stretched you out but the slight sting was nothing but welcome. 

You moaned loudly, heels pressing into his ass while your nails dig into his broad shoulders. The bed groaned under Azriel’s ministration. 

It was all so good, so wonderful. He was the best male you could have every hoped for and one thing had become clear to you in the past days. You wanted to start a family with him. You knew it was one of his greatest wishes—both his brothers now having children of their own. 

"I love you so much and I think I am ready," you said, voice barely above a whisper. 

Azriel stilled—both inside and outside of you. He held himself up, lips parting slightly, strands of hair toppling over his forehead. The spymaster’s gaze searched yours, eyes starting to glow and his lower lip trembling. "For us to be parents?"

You moved your hips up, urging him to move again. "Yes, I want us to become parents. I want us to start a family.” You grinned at him when your mate finally got back to his senses and pushed into you again—his pace now slow, thrusts long and deep. “But you take the contraceptive tea?” “Stopped yesterday morning,” you breathed, hand twisting into your mate’s hair while pulling his head down yours. You gave him an open-mouthed kiss, moaning into his mouth when Azriel’s hand slid up to knead your right breast. 

“You are perfect.” Azriel smiled and you had hardly ever seen him so terribly happy. Yes, it had been the right decision. 

“I cannot wait to fill you up, watch you belly swell and grow and finally hold our child in my arms. Gods, you will be so beautiful, all round and pregnant,” Azriel drawled and licked from your cleavage up to your neck. You giggled and threw your head back, gasping loudly.

Both of you came with each other’s name on your lips, moaning, growling and groaning. When Azriel finally eased out of you, he made sure to scoop everything back inside—just to be super save it would work out. You had laughed at him, which quickly was cut off by a moan when your mate decided to clean up the very rest of his doing with his tongue and buried his face between your thighs for another twenty minutes. You came undone once again. 

~~~4 months later~~~

Conceiving for fae was difficult. And it would take a long time. Azriel and you both knew that and so you as often as possible tried you very best. 

Azriel suckled on your right nipple, his thumb toying with the bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs as he took you for the fourth time that night. “A little bit louder, my mate. Want the whole city of Velaris to know who makes you feel that way.” 

You chuckled at your mate’s request, but complied, screaming his name from the top of you lungs. There were only a few things you liked to do with Azriel as much as sleeping with him and with the prospect of creating life it became something even more special and sacred between the two of you. 

Your mate’s thrusts were long and deep, gentle and slow, making you feel every glorious inch of his proud length. It was true what they said—wing span said a lot about other body parts. You kissed Azriel deeply, pouring every ounce of love you felt for him into this moment. 

The spymaster came with a shout, spilling into you and staying inside you for a bit longer. He collapsed on top of you, pampering your skin with soft and damp kisses, chuckling against your skin while his index finger circled your belly button. “Maybe soon we are parents,” he hummed when easing out of your wet heat. 

~~~8 months later~~~

Alright, conceiving was terribly and agonizingly difficult. But you wouldn’t give up, obviously. 

“Maybe it works better —fuck— that way!” Azriel groaned against the skin of your neck, letting you ride him. You bounced on his lap, the tip of his proud length touching that one terribly pleasurable spot inside of you over and over again. That night was different. Things were different, your body felt different. You knew that that night it would happen. You knew that that night you would get pregnant. 

You clawed at his strong shoulders, pelvises meeting with every thrust. You could feel him pulse inside of you, twitch and you knew he was close. 

“Say my name!” Azriel commanded. You bit down on his neck and moaned your mate’s name against his skin. Skin slapped against skin, forgotten were the soft and tender nights were you slowly made love hoping it would get you pregnant. There was nothing soft or gentle that night, you had once again been desperate for each other. You had wanted nothing more than for the other person to claim you. You had barely managed to strip out of all your clothes before Azriel had sheathed himself inside of you. He had been gone for a week, on a mission to the continent— you had to make up for the missed time that night. 

“Fill me up, my mate. Make me pregnant. Put a baby in me!” you said which pushed your mate over the edge. He pulled you with you, pure satisfaction and pleasure crashing into you like a tidal wave. It washed over you, made you feel all numb and tingly. You felt like falling, his hot come filling you to the brim. That night it had worked. That night you would get pregnant, you knew that. You felt it. Slowly you climbed of your mate, falling back to the mattress while blowing out air through your mouth. You wiped your hand over your face, collecting the sweat when Azriel rolled over as well and brushed his hand over your belly. 

“You think it worked?” You dipped your chin, smiling while biting down on your lip. “Yes. Yes, I think so. I think we are soon going to be parents.”

Azriel sat up, eyes trailing over your whole body. And then he smiled, grinned actually. “I can't even tell you how happy you make me. How happy the thought of you being a mother makes me. Or of us being parents.”

You smoothed your hand over his, squeezing tightly and pulling Azriel down to your chest where he stayed for the rest of the night. HIs hand smoothing over your belly, while he softly hummed until you both fell asleep.

The happy message came two weeks later. You had gone to Madja for a routine check and she had told you the happy message. You had actually planned on keeping it a secret from Azriel for a bit and then surprising him with some special announcement, but you were just too excited so you blurted it out the moment you stepped into your shared place.

“It happened! We are going to be parents. I am with child!” You had barely finished your sentence when Azriel came running towards you and scooped you up in his arms. You swirled you around, a sob left him and he pressed you against his chest. 

“Yes?”

His body trembled, the feeling of pride and pure bliss reaching you through the bond. It made you feel warm in every fiber of your body. You couldn’t contain your happiness, tears spilling out of your eyes while you held your mate tightly.

“Yes! We are going to be parents.”

You hugged for another ten minutes before Azriel softly carried you over to the couch and placed you on top of it. He braced your legs on the couch, nestling in between them and shoving your shirt up to your breasts. His fingertips dance over your still flat belly. There was no baby bump yet, but it soon would be here. 

“Our baby is in there. I hope his wings won’t cause you much trouble.”

You furrowed your brows for a moment and then had to chuckle. “I am not worried about wings, Madja assured me it will be fine, but what makes you so sure it will be a body?”

Azriel lifted his gaze from your belly and looked at you with a grin on his lips. “I just have a feeling. It will be a boy, I know that.”

Rolling your eyes you had to laugh again and placed a hand over your mate’s. He kept on stroking your belly, kissing your skin, softly nibbling on it and rambling on about the future. You had hardly ever heard your mate talk that much. He also talked about names that he would like to call the little one. Callum, Adan, Vance and so on. You threw in that it could be a girl as well. Ella, Josie, Frea would names that you would like. You came to the conclusion that it would not at all matter what gender your baby had as long as it was going to be healthy and happy. 

In the weeks and months that followed Azriel hardly ever left your side and when he had to go on a mission he made sure someone was always by your side, keeping you safe and keeping you company. Cassian and Nesta were over, Nesta chatting with you about your pregnancy while the two of you watched your mates build up the baby bed. Gods, Azriel looked more than hot and delicious while building something. His sleeves were rolled up, sweat coating his forehead, his expression so focused and—

“Don’t worry, a few weeks after the baby is here you can go back to your bedroom activities,” Nesta chuckled next to you. She lifted her cup of tea and brought it to her lips. Grinning at you with wicked delight she took a sip. Snorting, you shook your head at your friend. “How the hell did you know what I was thinking about?”

“The scent of your arousal was drowning out the scent of your pregnancy which told me someone was very horny.” You laughed loudly which drew the males attention to you, but when they asked you what it had been about both Nesta and you just laughed again and told them that it wasn’t too important. Once the bed was built up, Cassian and Nesta stayed for dinner and only left later that night. You thanked them for the nice day and the help and waved them goodbye until the disappeared behind the clouds in the sky. 

You quickly decided to throw the trash out before calling it a night. When returning to the kitchen you had actually expected to find your mate there, but Azriel was no where in sight. You went looking for him and found a small light burning in the room that would soon belong to your baby. The door was only a slit open and you peeked inside, seeing your mate lean agains the baby bed. HIs hands were braced on the frame, his lips forming a content smile while a single tears rolled down his cheek. You stepped inside, approaching your mate. Careful of his wings your curled your arms around him from behind, you belly making it a bit difficult for you to be close to him. So Azriel pulled your forward, your back against his chest, his arms sneaking around your body. His shadows danced over your skin, brushing up and down in soothing circles. “You think I deserve this?” Azriel whispered into the dead silence of the room. Your breathing halted for a moment before you brought his hand up to kiss his palm. “There is nothing you deserve more than that, my love. I cannot wait for us to hold our little baby in our arms. For you to be a father.” You felt your mate’s chest rumble behind you, his breath warming the back of your neck and your shoulders. “I love you so much, my mate!”

~~~two months later~~~~

“Come on. One more. Push again. My love, one more push,” Azriel breathed against your damp hair. Azriel had crouched down beside you, being their for the whole labour. Madja examined your centre, telling you she could already see the head and that you had to push a bit harder. Everyone was telling you to push harder, but that was what you were already trying to do. It was more than painful and the part where you had to push out the wings was still about to come. 

"Push!" Madja commanded and you did as told. There yet was another contraction, everything squeezed and everything hurt and ached, but you pushed and screamed. The cry hollowed through the room, leaving your throat burning. Azriel held your hand tightly, his head dropping to your shoulder. He inhaled your scent, a single tear of his falling onto your arm. 

"You can do this, my love. You are so strong. A few more, the head is already out."

Your answer was a mumbled curse, that escaped you through gritted teeth. You squeezed Azriel’s hand so tightly that for second it drained of blood and colour.

With the help of forceps and some assistance and after cutting you open a tiny bit, there was nothing holding back the baby. 

“That’s it, push. Come one, one more. The baby is nearly out,” Azriel cried against your shoulder. Wiping over your head with a wet cloth while pampering your skin with kisses. 

Madja once again inserted the forceps, somehow pushing the wings in. With a loud scream, that tore through bones your head dropped back to the bed. You loudly exhaled and Azriel felt like throwing up. His stomach churned, panic settling into his gut when your chest was heaving rapidly. 

Seeing you in so much pain was the worst kind of torture the spymaster could have imagined. Your feet were braced on the bed and everything between your hips and the tips of your toes was covered in blood. It was beyond Azriel how someone could lose so much blood and still be alive. 

“Get the damn baby out!” you shouted which drew Azriel’s attention back to your face. He leaned over you and kissed your nose. “It is nearly done, my love. Just one more push, come on.”

Once again you did as told. 

You throat burned, your hands fisted the sheets and you cried out. Never had you ever been in so much pain. You knew it was worth it, but still—

You screamed again and the shadowsinger placed his head against your forehead.

“I love you so, so much, my love,” he whispered and brushed his fingers through your damp hair. "Stay with me." 

Tears streamed down his face when he kissed your temple and suddenly there was this shrill and loud noise. 

A baby cried. Azriel lifted his head, looking to Madja who held up a tiny crying bundle. A shout-y sob left Azriel and he kissed your cheek again. 

Madja cradled the tiny baby to her chest and cut through the umbilical cord.

Another shout of happiness ripped itself free from Azriel’s throat. He couldn’t contain his bliss.

“I was right,” Azriel whispered when he sat down on the bed beside you, leaning against you and showing you your child for the first time. You had lost a lot of blood, passed out momentarily and then slept for a time. Azriel had not once left the baby’s side, cradling it to his chest and talking to it about its mother. 

“About what?” you breathed, trying to sit up to finally look at your baby.

Gods!

“It is a boy!” Azriel grinned. Tears fell out of your eyes onto the tiny baby boy. “He is beautiful,” you exclaimed and reached your weak hand forward to brush over the baby’s chubby cheek. Azriel carefully handed over the baby and placed him on your chest. He lay down beside you, pulling the two of you close to his warm chest. “We are complete now. A family,” Azriel mumbled and kissed the top of your head. “I can't tell you how happy I am.”

The tiny baby boy mewled, lips bubbling before burying his cheek in your chest. 

“A family,” you sobbed and cradling your baby tightly and nestling against your mate. This was the start of something new. The start of your family. 

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Hello i loved your luna story can i request for the smut asks Top towards their sub number 3 for him ( if you are not comfortable writing about him could it be aiku instead)? Thank you in advance😊

Yeah I'd rather take Aiku because since Luna is like--more like a side character and stuff... I think I'll make a list who I don't want to write for...

Also lemme turn Blue Lock into a brothel real quick yeah?

There's also something I've wanted to say about this fic. I have never had intercourse and I'm still a proud virgin. So this fic will be based solely on what I imagine would happen, and I hope you guys will llike it because I've spent a lot of thought and time into this.

Warnings: Oliver Aiku x reader, Smut., Vanilla sex because first times should be sweet as fuck, also Oliver is the biggest dork in here but tries to be hot and attractive, also Oliver will cry at some point, strangers to lovers I guess?

I will proofread that on another day. please ignore the possible writing mistakes.

taglist: @wishiknewwhatiwasdoingwithmylife, @hsxhype, @shirayuki-ayumi, @luysim, @mayincharacter

Word count: 5,924 wtf 😭✌💀

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"Lemme quit my job for ya..."

It was embarrassing. Pretty much so, with you being a virgin, your friends having thought it would be a great idea to bring you to the freakiest place in town, and that on your birthday.

Yeah, you were in for something.

...

"For the last time,", you seethed angrily at your best friend, "I am perfectly fine being a virgin!"

"Yeah, sure you are. But your browser history and your dildos say otherwise~", she mused as you blushed.

"It's called loving myself, and putting myself first. I enjoy doing things alone, and that includes pleasing myself.", you grumbled as you defended your dignity.

She sighed. "____, you're twenty-one today. It's time you get the feeling of a man's touch on you.", cue you giving her a disgusted look. "I'd rather die than let a man touch me, and where are we going exactly??"

"Oh, you'll see soon enough."

...

"What the...?!"

"Welcome to Blue Lock, where the boys here are specialised for pleasing lonely women like us!", she cheered before she dragged you inside, who tried running away.

"Please, let me go!", you yelled in fear, but her grip was relentless as she led you to the counter. "Hello, could we have Aiku and Otoya please, Anri?", she asked, and the woman on the counter smiled.

"Of course, please enjoy yourselves!", she exclaimed and she and your best friend laughed as if this was a joke. Which it was...but you didn't find it funny.

And in the next moment, you found yourself in front of a room, where your friend was in the other storey. You took a deep, exhausted breath before you softly knocked.

"Hello..?", you asked politely before you opened the door, and it was dark. You sighed before you went further into the chamber. You closed the door softly, and only after the click did you hear something.

It sounded like somebody stood up from the bed which was right in front of the door, and before you knew it, you were laying on it, and a man on top of you.

"Damn, what a pretty thing you are..", he rasped, looking into your wide eyes. Heterochromia, two different sets of eye colours on each eye.

They were truly mesmerizing, but you couldn't really focus on that when you felt something hard poking you, and the man above you biting his lip at your pretty face.

"Huh..?", you only said, still a little bamboozled that a stranger threw himself on top of you.

"So, what's it gonna be today, sweetie? Bondage...butt plugs...roleplay?", he breathed, wetting his lips when he thought about ravaging you.

"I-I'm a virgin..?", you only answered and hoped you wouldn't regret this. You had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.

And sure, the guy who was hovering over you was hot and all, and the LED light did a great job casting him into a red light, making him look all the more attractive, but you didn't really want to get your world rocked at your first time.

Fortunately, the guy had the dignity to quickly turn away from you and sit upright as he stared ahead of him as he scratched his neck. "Damn, sorry baby...But really? Are you really a virgin?", he asked as he looked down at you.

You were still laying there in your coat and boots as you looked at him. You turned to the side to face him better. You blushed at his question as you played with the scarf around your neck.

"yes...and please don't tease me for it..", you grumbled when you thought about how your friend bullied you on your entire ride there.

You heard faint slapping and moaning noises and you curled in yourself as you squeezed your eyes shut and you put your hands on your ears. Yeah, you were jealous at the other girls who got laid here.

The guy sitting next to you looked up at the ceiling, thinking about his boner and how pretty you looked.

'There's no way a woman this pretty is still a virgin..right?', he thought as he looked down at you again, only to grow concerned when he saw how you've turned into a ball.

"Shit, are you okay?! Hey, you hear me?", he asked in a worried tone as he scooched closer to you. You looked at him.

"Yeah, it's just...the noises.", you said, and the guy understood.

"How about..we kiss? Have you ever kissed anybody?"

"I've never even had a crush.."

"Damn.", the guy said and you whined in protest. But, he didn't mean it like that. He was surprised that you were a hard-core virgin who had yet to smile at a boy.

He huffed in amusement. "Would you like to do something? Or do you not wanna kiss me?", he asked.

Normally, he would've told a girl off when she didn't want to do anything, but it was different with you. If you didn't want to do anything then he'd be ready to cuddle you, and if you also didn't want that, then he'd just lay there with you on the bed, either talking, looking at the ceiling and just chilling.

"mh...well...I k-kinda do...but i dunno...", you murmured as you closed your eyes again.

"Can you...tell me a bit about yourself?", you asked, and hoped that you didn't break a rule. 'Maybe he just likes to fuck strangers and get paid? Can I even ask that?', you thought as you awaited his answer.

"The name's Oliver Aiku. I work here as a people pleaser in Blue Lock and I hope I can please you too, sweetheart."

you giggled. "That was a nice introduction. I can't believe my best friend brought me to a brothel on my birthday though.."

At that, Oliver laughed. "What?! She really did that? Damn...she must've been desperate to have you get railed, huh?"

You groaned in embarrassment. "Being a virgin is not so bad.."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-one?"

"Happy birthday, virgin."

"Please don't call me that."

Oliver chuckled again before he laid down next to you as he looked at you. "Sorry...it's just...I can't believe a pretty gem like you has been untouched for over twenty years- ouch!"

Yeah, you pinched his shoulder hard. He rubbed the sore place with a grin, still having a hard dick as he grinned at you. "But it's true. But how could you last this long without a dick?"

"...dildos?"

"Hehe.."

"What's so funny?", you asked. You slowly got irritated by his teasing, but then he just looked at you fondly.

"Sooo...you're a virgin, who got dragged by her best friend into a brothel, and that on your birthday, just to get laid?"

"It's not like I wanted to be here, you know..?"

Oliver sighed. 'poor thing..', then he went on top of you again. "what if we do what your best friend says then? hm?", he asked softly before he moved a strand of hair out of your face.

Your face heated up at the gentle touch Oliver gave you as you looked at his two-tones eyes. You gulped. "Promise to be gentle with me?"

Oliver huffed in amusement. "I'll try my best, sweetie.", and he was still above you, looking down on you. you looked at him for a moment, before you decided.

"Then...let's do it."

And just like that, Oliver sat up, pulled you up by your collar, held the back of your head with one, then the other hand on the small of your back as he leaned down to your level (your body was smaller than his) and softly brought his lips to yours, and you only felt a slight brush.

Then he leaned back. "How was that?"

"... What was that?", you retorted, a confused expression on your face, but still, you had a slight blush as well on it.

Oliver scoffed. "I-it was a kiss, y'know?! You wanted me to be gentle with you, and I am!"

"Y-you can be a tiny bit rougher with me...", you grumbled under your breath, and Oliver smirked.

"Well, if that's so...", he breathed before he pressed his lips down on yours in a much more passionate kiss.

Oliver flinched. You flinched as well, after he did. "wh-what?"

"Your lipstick...it tastes amazing!", he exclaimed before licking at your lips. "mmh...", he whimpered before he kissed you again.

You had to surpress giggles when you felt him eating away your cherry lipstick more than kissing you, but you let him. It felt nice...whatever he was doing.

'Gosh, why does this taste so good!? Why can't I stop!?...it's so addicting...!'

He then suddenly stopped himself. "S-sorry...", he mumbled, holding a crouched finger in front of his lips as he looked to the side with a blush. He only said sorry because he couldn't taste the lipstick anymore and he only realized then that he's been lapping at your mouth like a thirsty dog.

"It's okay.", you said with a smile. 'he's so cute..!'

and then, you scooched closer to him as you pulled away the finger from his lips as you slowly kissed him again.

Oliver didn't know why he felt like that. He felt shy, but good. He felt so...different with you than with all the other girls he's been spending time with.

Maybe it's also because of the fact that you were a virgin and Oliver didn't really know what to do. Experienced girls knew the drill. you didn't.

But, he knew that he'd let you do anything you liked, since it was your first time, so all he had to do was to relax, no?

Easer done than said. Oliver wanted you on his lap as he slowly took off your coat, shawl and beanie. He took a moment to snicker at your dishelved hair and you giggled as well before you tried to brush it neat a little.

And then, Oliver sat you on lis lap, where he rested against the headbord, and looked at you. Your heartbeat quickened when you felt something poking your clit and you forrowed your brows.

"wh-what's that?"

"An erection. Guys get hard when pretty girls like you sit on 'em.", he spoke as he tired to subtly grind up in order to get some friction. You gasped.

"i...are erections always so...big?", you asked as you shifted around to feel it some more, but you flinched when it gave you a sweet sensation.

Oliver hissed before he smirked at you through his bangs. "well...my dick's big, ...don't know about the other guys though."

You huffed in amusement. But, you turned serious again. "um...could you take these off?", you asked with a slight blush as you pulled at his pants.

Now, Oliver didn't know why he blushed, but he did. Maybe he liked the feeling of you on top of him, maybe he liked it when you grinded down on him a bit just a few moments ago...and maybe he liked getting ordered around?

He nodded. "Aynthing ya want, pretty-"

you startet to take your clothes of too, and his breath got caught in his throat. What he saw must've been the prettiest woman he's ever seen, stripping herself off of the clothes she's been wearing, becoming almost more naked than the day she was born, and Oliver never sprung out of bed just to rip off his pants so fast as well.

He panted when he whipped his head to your figure again, who just sat there in nothing but cute stockings, and a sweet lingerie set. All pastel coloured.

Oliver gulped nervously.

"So...what now?", you asked as you looked to the side. Oliver chuckled as he sat by the headbord again, and beckoned you closer. You were glad that he didn't take off his boxers...yet.

"Sit here, pretty...", he instructed to you, motioning for you to sit between his legs, with your back facing him. He grunted when you 'corrected' your seat before his dick, intentionally rubbing your ass against his hard groin as he took in a sharp breath.

"S-slowly, baby...", he gasped before you finally settled down.

You looked back to him. "Are you okay?"

He nodded quickly before he kissed your cheek and whispered for you to spread your legs. As you widened them, Oliver kissed you along your neck, and his warm fingers ghosting over your cold skin, brushing against your knees, thighs and belly softly, sending shivers around your body and you flinched a little.

"Are you okay, doll?", Oliver asked this time as he nibbled at your ear a little, his hands moving up to grope at your tits a bit. You took a deep breath.

It all felt foreign. You being here, nearly stripped off of all your clothes, with a man in his briefs sitting behind you with his boner pressing agains your rear, and letting him grope you.

You sighed dreamily.

It could be that your first time wasn't really what you expected-

"Ah!", you yelped, closing your thighs reflexively when you felt Oliver's right pointy and index finger prod and rub your clit through the fabric slowly. He stopped.

"Sorry..!", he said, and tried to take his hand away from yours, but you held it in place. "wait..d-do it again..I was just thinking of something else for a moment..", you mumbled as you gently pushed his fingers against your bud, enjoying the feeling of a man's touch for the first time.

Oliver blushed a little when he felt your tiny hand grab his and push his digits against your pussy. He realized now that he was falling for you. He looked up at the ceiling as he closed his eyes.

'dammit...falling for a customer..?!', he thought as he slowly circled his middle finger around your bud, applying pressure here and there, feeling you writhe under his touch as you press your back towards him and your breathing quickened as it also got heavier.

It felt good. Very good. Not even half as fast as your cheap vibrator, but still good. His fingers felt nice against your bundle of nerves and you gently rocked your hips against his palms as he massaged your sensitive area.

"mmh...feels good...", you moaned slightly, accompanied by a soft sigh, and Oliver kissed you again. He somehow loved kissing you more than wanting to fuck you.

Was it because he was falling for you? Even though he didn't even know your name? Was it because of your sweet vanilla scent? Your smaller frame against his as your butt which got harrassed by his hips as he humped you subtly? Or was it because he could take things easy for once?

Where he could do as he pleased, and not being bossed around so much. I mean, sure, you ordered his hand to stay where it was and for him to rub your clit, but he didn't mind it. He found it cute how you caught his hand between your thighs to keep it where it rested. He found it cute how your hand held his thigh, right above his knee as your other hand was above Oliver's hand which was pressed against your pussy, wanting to feel some more friction.

He found your sweet moans and sighs cute, where he could kiss you however he wanted. Where he could hug you tightly to him, and where you didn't mind.

He loved having the freedom to take your virginity, but he loved the idea of acting as your lover even more. He loved the idea of acting as your boyfriend, hell, he'd even become your husband if you'd say yes.

He didn't know why, but he wanted to please you in other ways and not just sex. He wanted to make you pancakes, take you out on sweet dates, and make you smile.

Damn, he fell for you, even though you guys only knew each other for an hour.

"yeah? want me to take it a step...deeper?", he whispered as he kissed your temple, and you nodded with a smile.

you heard the slapping noises again, but you didn't pay them any mind as Oliver pushed a finger into your vagina, and you whimpered. Meanwhile, Oliver's mouth stood agape as he struggled pushing his middle finger deeper into your core, and he didn't even put in half of it.

He couldn't even imagine fow his dick was supposed to fit inside that sweet pussy of yours. He groaned.

"S-sorry..", you started, wanting to apologize in embarrassment upon him feeling your tight entrance, but you only felt and heard a breathy chuckle.

"Don't you dare apologize, doll,", he said, one hand grabbing from under your thigh and pushing it up as he pushed his finger deeper inside upon the new angle, and you arched your back in response.

"mmnnh!"

Oliver giggled. Yes, he fucking giggled. "Gosh, you're too cute...and innocent...fuck...!"

And he then pulled out his slick-coated finger before he pushed it back in. The feeling was weird, having something warm go in and outside of you, and it even curling around.

None of your dildos worked like that.

____.exe has stopped working.

You moaned when he did it a few times, growing accustomed to the feeling of his finger in your core, and Oliver smiled. "Feels good?"

"Yes..", you breathed heartily. Oliver blushed, and sped up a little more, making your breath hitch. He slowly added a second finger, and you let your head fall back.

'This feels so good..I feel so full...!', you thought as you closed your eyes in bliss. Oliver used the moment to lean down and lick a stripe up your neck, making you shiver.

"damn...yer making me wanna quit..", he mumbled, but you still heard it.

"h-huh?", you asked as you tried to pay more attention to him and not his nice fingers, who were pumping into you at this point.

"Lemme quit my job for ya...", he said a little more loudly as his thumb caressed your clit again, but this time a little more with aggression, and applying more pressure as he sped up.

You moaned loudly. "Ah...O-oliver..!"

you felt flattered, even in the midst of this type of affection. You felt flattered that his words were sounding so sincere.

But you had your worries and concerns. Your best friend told you about all the guys she'd encountered as she had been in countless relationships. And she told you that boys would tell you anything as long as you stayed together with them.

Oliver just kept going faster and faster, circling around your bud as his hand nearly made slapping noises against your pussy, and your face got hot as you listened to the sound.

"Wanna make you mine...wanna...make you smile...", he muttered as he sped up more and more, listening to your voice which raised octave for octave, and he laid his head on your shoulder.

"I think i fell in love with you, even though I don't know your name."

Shit, you could have just come from that.

He suddenly stopped and took out his hand from your core, leaving you panting, and stolen off of your high. He took the fingers which were inside of you into his mouth, motioning for you to look down to him as he licked and sucked at his fingers in bliss, moaning at the sweet taste and fluttering eyes closing shut as he blushed.

But, you flushed in embarrassment. "wh-why did you do that? You could've just wiped them on the sheets, you know?", you said softly as you kept stealing glances at his blissed out face as he still licked at his lips, wanting to take whatever was left from your fluid from his palms.

When he only tasted his own saliva and not your sweetness anymore, he took out his fingers. "Why do that? You just became my favourite meal. And one shouldn't throw away a meal like that.", he answered with a pout as he stood up to take off his boxers.

"you know? there's a saying. My coach told me this by the way when he taught me how to eat out a lady..."eating out a woman is the same as eating something oily or juicy. For example you're eating a hamburger, and you still have some crumbs, or salad or cheese or something on your palms. You wouldn't take the napkin first, would you? It would be a waste. Just how the hamburger was a blessing, food to be cherished, what is left and still visible on the fingers is a blessing too. This is why you should always lick it away before using a napkin." And that's why I always lick away the essence, and not wipe them.", Oliver explained as he took of his boxers.

"Did your coach...always compare women to food?", you asked, half curious and half jealous of the realization that you were in a brothel with a man who had most likely gone down on countless women.

"Well, food tastes good, and women do too, so I don't really see the difference. But you...", he trailed off, smirking proudly as you ogled at his schlong with wide eyes, and thus boosting his ego, as he sat down again.

"you taste sweeter than honey, doll."

"_-____."

There was a moment of silence as he registered your answer. ____. Heh, what a pretty name. However, his heartbeat pounded against his ripcage so hard that he feared it might burst.

Normally, he wouldn't ask for a stranger's name. And if they told them, he still would call them petnames.

Normally, he couldn't even give two shits about his customers, he just wanted a nice fucking session and gain some money.

Normally, his heart wouldn't act out like that.

Normally.

It seemed like you were an exception.

It seemed like his heart found a new reason to work.

It seemed like he didn't wanna do this filthy job anymore.

It seemed like you were comfortable with him, trusting him as you gave your name price.

And oh, what a price it was.

Oliver would be packing his things tonight and just follow you home, because the brothel's been his home for the longest time.

Sure, he'd miss Blue Lock, mostly because of his friends and the money, but that was about it.

Yeah, Oliver would ask to move in to your apartment.

...if you had other feelings than lust for him.

...he hoped you did.

"____...", he breathed out. If came so naturally off his tongue, and he fell in love with the name as he looked at you with a smile.

A genuine smile. Not the one he'd show anyone else.

He had a sweet smile.

You averted your eyes as your cheeks burned. 'ahh he's so pretty! And I love how my name sounds from his voice!!!'

Then, he took a condom out of his drawer and gave you a show of putting it on his dick. Your eyes widened in lust and wonder as you watched him pull the gummy down his dick, and he just had to do it very slowly as he watched you stare.

He felt shy and nervous all of a sudden.

Oliver quickly leaned forward to take your hand as he gently pulled you towards him, making you walk on your knees until his dick rested under your pussy.

"Are..you sure that... this ...will fit?", you asked with a nervous smile as you looked at the size of his dick.

He was certainly bigger than any dildo you've ever had.

"hm...there's only one way to find out.", he answered as he looked up at you with a closed eyed smile, and if the tension wouldn't be so damn sexual, you would've slapped him.

But you felt like caressing his cheek now. You still held his hand as you gulped. "Well...y-you were fingering me before, right?", you asked with a stutter, but Oliver didn't pay it any mind as he started kissing your chest and collarbone.

"Yes, I did. We can also not do anything at all, ____."

You looked at him for a moment. Then your hand came in contact with his cheek. His eyes widened. He then pressed the side of his face into your hand and nuzzled himself against it.

It felt like you two knew each other for a long time, like you weren't strangers. Oliver had never experienced a touch like...that.

He never got touched so softly, and when you looked at him with such a gentle smile, and treated him like he was the most expensive thing in the world...

"Oh, Oliver, my love!", you exclaimed as you hugged him. You embraced him the moment you saw his right eye suddenly collecting more water, and you grew panicked.

"Did I do something wrong? Am I not allowed to touch workers? Please my love, answer me...!", you said in a hushed whisper as Oliver slowly brought his arms to your back and hugged you as well.

His shoulders were shaking as he sniffed and sobbed. "N-no...I just..I love you!", he cried and you just hugged him tighter.

It took him a few seconds to collect his thoughts, to let loose, to calm down. Oliver felt...safe, in your arms. He was surprised when you suddenly embraced him, as if you were protecting him, and maybe that was what he needed.

Maybe he just needed to breathe a bit. Yeah. That was it. Catch a break from this place.

He hugged you a little tighter and you reciprocated the gesture. Oliver sighed contently. That sweet moment however, got ruined when your knees couldn't support the weight of Oliver -who was laying on your chest with his whole upper body- anymore, and you had to sit down.

It was a wonder, truly.

Your pussy sucked his dick inside in one go, without any difficulties as you gasped sharply and Oliver moaned shamelessly. Oliver cursed under his breath as he massaged your sides, trying to tell you sweet nothings as he tried to refrain from thrusting up his dick.

your breath was ragged as you tried to process how in the world you could've taken such a huge cock like Oliver's in, let alone so...easily.

But, you also felt more full than you ever did, none of your dildos were that good. Gosh, Oliver might get you addicted to his own dick if you didn't hop off anytime soon.

"mmh...c-can I move?", you asked after a few minutes, and Oliver looked at you in confused amazement. He was underneath you, panting as he tried to get accustomed to the tightest cunt he's ever had the pleasure of getting inside, and here you were, all ready to ride him.

Oliver nodded as he closed his eyes. "Lift your hips- s-slow--ah~!", he instructed, but you lifted them too fast and Oliver's shaft was robbed from your warm walls as you raised yourself, sucking him a little up and he shivered when he felt the cool night air from the slightly opened window hit against his wet cock.

You hissed in frustration when you didn't feel his thick dick fill you up and you let yourself down again, but this time much slower, and you moaned out in bliss. Oliver did as well, and he looked at the place where your entrance took in more and more of him.

His heart started hurting. "Yes..j-just like that..!", he breathed as he felt you rise again. your eyes were closed in concentration of Oliver's breathing, his twitching dick, his hands holding your hips to guide you around on his cock and the lewd noises both of your genitals did.

Gosh, it felt so right to ride him. It felt good. His hands felt good. His cologne was the only air you've wanted to breathe ever again. His face and body and dick were the only things you ever wanted to see again. His voice was the only sound you ever wanted to hear again.

Was it possible...that you fell for Oliver too?

...Was it possible to kidnap him?

I mean, you could disguise your doings as a form of wanting to get to know him better, and later on use him as your personal dildo or plaything, but we'll see about that.

Right now, you went down again, and Oliver's legs trembled a little. You noticed of course and stopped your ministrations. "What's wrong?", you asked with an innocent face, your brows frowning in concern and your wide eyes searching for any discomfort in his face.

The fucking audacity you had.

Oliver was seconds away from cumming!

He just wanted to kiss you in order to shut you up -french-kiss you, to be precise- and force his tongue down your throat until you couldn't think anymore and fuck you senseless.

But he just shook his head. "No, it's just... I'm close...", he sighed, dissappointed in himself. But could you blame him? He's had a painful boner the moment you stepped into this room.

You giggled. "So...I'm making you cum? Does it feel good? want me to change the pace?", you asked in an excited tone, and Oliver was left in amazement at your behavior for the nth time tonight.

what were you, exactly?

"Do you like the idea of me cumming so bad, ____?", he mused, wanting to see you blush, but his eyes widened when you nodded happily.

"I can finally brag about my friend that i made a man and myself cum! Then she'll for sure leave me alone!", you cheered, and Oliver grew depressed.

"Oh...is this...like, the only reason you're here? Just because of your friend?", he asked, making you stop altogether.

You grabbed his cheeks and gave him a big smooch. "Listen, Oliver. I came here with the intention to just get fucked around a little and then leave, but you make me want to stay by your side and love you.

And you know...about what you said earlier...

...I think I fell for you too.", you chuckled as you smiled at him fondly.

Oliver's eyes stared at yours for a moment before he pulled you to him and kissed you a hundred times. You giggled when he peppered your face in sloppy kisses, pecks, and kitten licks, but you wouldn't want to have it any other way.

You let him do as he pleased, letting him trail down your body with kisses, biting your neck gently, nibbling your collarbone, and his thumbs rounding your nipples as if they were these joints from a playstation controller, making you whimper a bit.

You sighed happily as he pushed you down, making him go on top of you again, and you laying on the sheets, his dick still inside you and you gently rocked your hips against his to gain some friction.

"Really?", he asked as he tried catching his breath. You nodded with a smile. "Really."

Oliver smiled back. "Good...now, let me make love to you, ____."

You giggled and Oliver kissed your nose with a grin before he held one of your hands and kissed it gently. You looked up at him with heart eyes.

Oliver blushed furiously as he kissed your lips and thrusted into you at the same time. You moaned against his lips as you felt your stomach forming a knot, with Oliver repeatedly hitting a certain spot inside you which made your eyes roll back and your toes curl.

You arched your back at the feeling, your clit pulsing in a strong rythm and Oliver kissed you again and again as he kept thrusting into you.

"mm...nngh~...y're s'good t'this...", you mumbled, already losing yourself in the feeling of his dick filling you up and massaging your walls with his veins and girth as you tried meeting his snaps.

Oliver gritted his teeth as he tried not to cum at the moment. He didn't know what was more hot; being inside of you, or seeing your blissed out face, with your body moving upwards a bit at every of his hips' movements.

He groaned before he buried his head into your shoulder and adjusted his legs for a moment, where you caressed the back of his hand with your thumb as you waited patiently and combed through his hair in a comforting manner with your other one.

Then, Oliver snapped his hips into yours, his dick drilling into you at a fast pace as you gasped at the sudden change and reflexively pulled at his hair, making him hiss in pain and pleasure.

"Does, ah..does this also feel good..!?", he grunted as he felt tears stream down his face at the feeling of pleasure and pain, because he tried not to cum, and it hurt, a lot.

"Yes...but please, Oliver. Cum."

Oliver's breath got caught in his throat as his cock just started to let out the pent up and held back white spurts of semen inside the condom, but it felt like he was cumming inside of you, which made him scared.

So, he quickly pulled his dick out, relieved as he realized he was still wearing a condom and sighed.

He still had to overcome the fact that his body reacted upon your request, cumming when you told him to. He felt like he could've held it in for five more minutes, but you proved him otherwise.

"How...how did you know I wanted to cum?", he asked in bewilderment when he hugged you close to him. You caressed his torso after you pulled the condom out of his now-soft penis.

"I read a lot of books."

"Oh...b-but you didn't cum...!"

"There's always a next time, Oliver."

And Oliver looked at you with a surprised face. Why was he so forgetful today?

You had a smile on your face when you held one of his hands and kissed it. "It was a perfect first time."

"But you didn't cum.."

"I didn't want to in the first place. I just...wanted to know what it feels like, being touched by a man, making love to a man...and, well, experiencing something like that. I'm glad I went with my friend."

"hm, me too. But was it a...good first time?", he asked as he played with a few strands of your hair. You huffed in amusement.

"I couldn't imagine a better first time, Oliver.", you confessed, and Oliver had a precious smile on his face as he looked at you.

...

"So...I was thinking...maybe...just maybe! I could...move into your apartment?", he asked, already having packed his things as he followed you.

Your best friend stared at you with an open mouth, who looked at him with a smile. "I'd love to! But, I must warn you, I don't really cook or clean around the house, so I might need a-"

"Maid? Cook? I can totally do that.", he answered quickly and with a determined expression on his face.

"Hey...are we maybe skipping a few steps here?", your best friend chimed in as she raised her eyebrow.

"Huh? Uh, no? I love him. He's just my type, and he also took my virginity. And apparently, he says he can do house chores and cook meals. So why not live together?", you answered as you looked at her.

She scratched her head. "Damn. Once I bring you out, and bam, now you have a husband. Jeez, ya need to teach me your ways, ____!!!", she yelled, and you giggled at her desperation.

Then you bid her goodbye as your Uber came and you stepped in with Oliver. The ride was silent as you snuggled up against him and he kissed the top of your head.

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hellyu, how was that?!

If it wasn't what you wanted then I'm sorry, but I don't wanna rewrite it again. However, please write feedback in the comments, alright?

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Simeon with a Medusa like!Mc

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Simeon never would have thought that he would ever mutter the phrase “I feel in love with a creature that can turn everybody to stone but at least they can control it to some extent” but it´s a weird but pleasant surprise that he encountered them but if there is one thing that bothers him about them is that they have a habit of turning everybody to stone, not even because they were a danger or threatened them but most of the times they do it just for fun and the problem is they are the only one who can turn them back and if they take to long the person will just slowly waste away until death

for somebody that loves to do this for fun or because someone bothered them that´s a pretty bad thing, doesn´t help that they are really petty and stubborn most of the time, he doesn´t know who gave them this power but they made a big mistake or they just wanted to torture every other living being with them

at least they learned to behave when he and Luke are around, most importantly Luke he doesn´t want the poor Child traumatized, but it isn´t a 100% guarantee they only way nothing ever happens when Luke sees them if it´s only him and them…

well they would be in a situation like they are now a Demon thought they would be easy picking and alone for the fact that they have a pact with all 7 Brothers and are quiet the capable Sorcerer for only using magic for such a short span of time the Demon would have been horribly wrong but instead of showing of all they decided to do is lift their sunglasses and turn the Demon to a stone statue and knowing them they will never undo it… well maybe when it´s far to late and they already long passed away

Simeon saw them turn around and walk away “shouldn´t we call somebody? or at least move them somewhere people could see them? I know you don´t really care for such things but I would feel better knowing that they wouldn´t experience all of that with nothing distracting them” they looked at him, they still had their sunglasses pulled up to the top of their head, he could see their face perfectly and he can´t remember ever seeing anybody who could have cared less than them at this moment

“if you want me to turn them back to normal no, maybe being stuck like this for a while makes them learn to not pick on somebody the deem weaker than them” he gave them a disappointed look and they seemed a bit embarrassed by this “I didn´t ask you to turn them back I just want them placed somewhere were they can be seen more easily, what do you think would happen if somebody would knock them over?”

“Death”

“please be serious” he could see them grin, this can´t be good… “oh don´t worry I´m DEATHly serious about this” of course they would take every chance they can get to make fun of a situation no matter how serious or dire it is

“can you just please move them, if you do this I´ll leave you alone” they looked at nothing in particular for a while, hopefully they were thinking about what he said and not getting distracted by any more stupid ideas

“I want Ice cream” this caught him off guard for a moment, from all the things he could have expected from a temper tantrum to just an annoyed No this wasn´t one of the things “you want Ice cream, in exchange… for not directly killing somebody?” he saw them nod their head “and I want some of these really cool Celestial Realm cookies”

“I told you as long as you don´t behave I won´t make anything for you”

“yeah but I am behaving right now, I mean if I move that dick outside I did kinda do something nice” he could just shakes his head at their leaps of logic but he supposes they have a point “alright if you move the Demon and with that I mean properly not throwing them somewhere and calling it a day I´ll get us Ice cream and I see what I can do about the cookies” they threw up their arms in a silly way and cheered a quiet “yay” they used magic to lift up the Demon with their free hand they put their sunglasses back onto their face and grabbed his hand “let´s go then I wanted something sweet the entire day” Simeon could just chuckle at their antics for how horrible they can be they are just the sweetest creature he ever had the fortune of meeting

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Jealous Sex: Dom! Kaeya x Sub! GN! Reader

~Diluc allows you two to stay the night at the Dawn Winery after treating you to a lovely dinner. As nice as that is, he’s been getting a little too close to you and Kaeya decides to stake his claim~

(Based on the recent 3.1 event)

Contains: Degradation AND praise (contain your excitement), spanking, hair pulling, overstimulation

- Enjoy and feel free to leave a Genshin request! 🧊 💙

Diluc had generously offered you guys a place to stay at the Dawn Winery since dinner went later than he had thought. With Weinlesefest being tomorrow, Kaeya needed all the sleep he could get before his long shift the day of. To Kaeya, however, while the offer was generous he couldn’t help but notice that Diluc stared at you the entire time he offered. He seemed a little too excited. The bastard even offered you the spare bedroom to which Kaeya responded, “What are we, children? You’re okay to share a room with me right Y/N?” He flashed you a smile.

“Yes, I’m perfectly fine with that. I do appreciate the offer Master Diluc, but I would feel impolite sleeping in your late fathers room. Surely you understand?” Diluc replied with a soft smile, Kaeya’s eye twitched. “I see why one would feel that way and I appreciate your consideration. If you change your mind the offer still stands. Sir Kaeya moves around a lot in his sleep.”

Kaeya’s jaw clenched, “I’m sure they’ll be fine, after all, it wouldn’t be the first time we shared a bed together.” You blushed at his words, lightly hitting him on the arm as he threw a smug look to his brother who rolled his eyes. “I don’t need the details Sir Kaeya. If that’s all I’ll be retiring for the night, I look forward to accompanying you at the Weinlesefest,” Diluc turned and made his way upstairs.

That’s how you ended up bent over Kaeyas lap, completely naked and writhing on top of him. “You can be louder than that. Don’t be embarrassed darling,” another slap to your behind had you whining out and grabbing onto his ankle. “I-I don’t want… mmph~” another smack. “Oh? Do you not want Master Diluc to hear you? Is that it?” He asked in a mocking tone. You knew that Diluc is was drove him to punish you in the first place, “No no! I don’t want anybody to hear! There’s maids all over the place!”

You panted after getting those words out as fast as you did. Kaeya hummed to himself, “Hmmm, I see. Do you want me to feel sympathy for you? Take it easy perhaps?” No. Of course not. You loved when he took control of you like this. However, you found it difficult to enjoy it to the full extent when anybody could walk in or hear you. “J-just this once please. There’s other people-,” he smacked your ass again, making you wail out louder than you had previously. You quickly clamped a hand over your mouth, worried that someone had heard you.

Kaeyas tone of voice changed to something darker, making you shiver. “I don’t care about other people. Diluc is the one who needs to know his fucking place and he’s right next door, probably thinking of you in ways that only I’ve had you before. I’d like to keep it that way.” He smacked you again, catching you off guard which caused you to let out your second loud moan in shock. “Good…” he said, taking his hands from you completely. “One more good one for me and then we’ll move on to something different.”

That’s why he removed his touch from you completely, to make the next one unexpected, sure to shock you and make you let out a loud noise in fear. Your eyes stayed trained on the floor, wide open. You refused to blink out of nervousness. “You know…” he started, “… I’ve been thinking that maybe I should start using a paddle or something. My hands are starting to sting a bit. Wouldn’t that be nice? It’d probably hurt more too, I bet by now we’d be on to phase two of your punishment.” You remained silent until his voice rang out again, making you jump. “Aren’t you going to answer me? I’d hate to have to start all over again.” You gulped, “Y-yes I agree. That would sting a bit more.” His eyes narrowed, “You think so?” You gulped, “Yes. I think that- AAhh~” there it was. You covered your mouth again, but it was already too late, you had given him what he wanted.

Kaeya then began to stand up, you stumbled off of his lap as he began to take off his clothes. “You should be getting on the bed right now, you know better than to just sit there.” You quickly scrambled to your feet and got on the bed. You faced the headboard on your knees and sitting back on your heels. Kaeya was finally ready, he climbed onto the bed and pulled your legs out from underneath you. You landed on your stomach and he got on top of you who was now lying flat on the mattress, reaching out for a pillow to bite into. He ripped the pillow from your grasp, throwing it elsewhere. “What-,” you interrupted yourself with a small yelp as he pulled your head back by your hair, putting his mouth right next to your ear before saying, “Have forgotten what I want from you? You don’t get to cheat at this darling, whether you be loud or not is up to you, but just know that I won’t stop until I get what I want,” he let your hair go and you fell back down into the bed, twisting the sheets in your grip to ground yourself.

His hands planted themselves right beside your head, his larger body hovering over you. While he was lean he was also very strong and had broad shoulders that covered you almost entirely. “Remember, I’m only stopping on my terms.” He then sheathed himself into you. He was the perfect girth for you to take, what he definitely wasn’t lacking in, however, was length. He pummeled that sweet spot that you could never reach yourself into oblivion, not holding back. You let out cute little high pitched noises with every thrust he made, whining at the contact his plush tip made with the sensitive nerves.

You tried to stop making noise, embarrassment flooding you at the thought of other people in the house hearing you whimper under their Master, but he seemed to be repeatedly pushing a button inside of you that made you respond to him. You planted your face into the mattress and borderline screamed into it, nearly crying from pleasure. He was too good.

He slowed down, his thrusts turning into grinding motions as he pulled your head up by your hair. Not enough to cramp your neck but just enough for you to stop muffling your moaning and whining. “Why don’t you scream like that out loud for me darling…” he said, still grinding his hips against yours, “…I’m sure Master Diluc is tired of being alone with his thoughts of you. Why don’t you make it easier for him.” Something about that turned you on immensely, perhaps the fact that Diluc would never be able to have you and he had to live with the fact that you were in love with and getting fucked by the Calvary Captain so good that you were being driven to tears. You couldn’t imagine someone else treating you the way Kaeya did, but the teasing was just too much fun.

You decided to egg Kaeya on, make him lose it. You’d swallow your pride for him and not hold back, only if he did the same. You went ahead and poked the bear, “Since you haven’t made me cum yet and you so badly want Diluc to get the memo, how about you stop talking so much?” Kaeya let out a sadistic laugh in response, he knew what you were trying to do. Fine, he’d humor you. He halted his movements and let go of your hair, fear settled in at his sudden calmness. “Well then…” he started. “… since you want to cum so badly, I’ll be sure to make you do it plenty of times before we stop.” He was taking your words too literally on purpose, that’s not what you meant and he knew it! “Wait-,”

You were cut off as he lifted your hips up off the bed, moving a pillow under your stomach to elevate your lower body. He then intertwined his fingers with yours against the mattress, hovering over you once more. “Try and keep up darling, maybe we’ll finally get the message across to Master Diluc hm?”

After that it was over for you, the adjusted angle and the way he roughly handled you made you come undone in under a minute. Your mind went numb at the intense tingling that broke out in your lower half, but just as Kaeya had promised, he didn’t stop.

By now the whole mansion must have heard your moaning and crying of pleasure, but you didn’t care. You wondered if Diluc was desperately chasing his own release just next door, trying his hardest to imagine himself instead of Kaeya driving you to tears and overwhelming you with orgasms that seemed to numb your brain. The thought of that made you cum again. Kaeya started to let out a few lewd noises himself.

He had deep and sexy moans that never failed to arouse you. “G-god fuck! Just like that please~” you whined out, making Kaeya twitch inside of you. He was about to come for his second time too, the sounds of you begging making him bite his lip to suppress a loud noise that ended up coming out as a muffled whimper as he filled you up again with his own release.

By now Kaeya had collapsed on top of you, moaning right into your ear and using his elbows to hold himself up as he ground his cock into you, still never missing the soft spot deep inside. “One more darling, do it for me… fuck~” he could feel the head of his cock applying pressure to that familiar, squishy spot inside of you. He did a couple more rough thrusts into you and finally you both came for the last time. He bottomed out and held himself against you for a couple seconds, making you gasp and let out a small cry as he let out a deep, almost pornographic moan.

He finally pulled out and flipped you over, pulling you into a loving kiss. You two finally separated and cleaned yourselves up, getting ready for bed. After a final kiss and saying goodnight to each other, you fell asleep with his arm under your head and your arms around his waist.

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The next morning, you woke up early to get Kaeya ready for his shift. Breakfast had been prepared and Diluc was sat at the table, asking Adelinde for two more cups of coffee for you and Kaeya.

You both sat down next to each other, in front of Diluc who looked grumpier than usual, and was only half dressed with his black dress shirt on and black pants. Kaeya decided to tease him right off the bat, “What’s got you in a bunch this morning Master Diluc? It appears your wrinkles have gotten worse.” Diluc stared his brother in the eyes with a deadpan look on his face, “I think you know.” His eyes then flicked over to you and back to Kaeya.

You held your head in your hands with a flushed face as the smug bastard next to you couldn’t help but laugh.

It appears he got his point across.