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24hlevi · 1 year

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— 𝐍𝐨 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞

Bachira Meguru (Blue Lock) X Male!Reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Smut

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Bachira has no shame about you, that's why during your first with him, he makes sure you know how much he loves you

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: NSFW, Language, Praise Kink, First Times, Soft sex, Hair Pulling, Marking (scratching)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k

“you're so cute, baby, you know that?”

meguru said as he kissed down your neck, straddling your hips on top of you with that same playful smirk on his face, occasionally biting down on your skin just to hear you.

you weren't even able to respond, face flushed, hair sticking to your forehead, and shallow breaths, how could you when you absolutely knew where this was going?

“you wanna try something, baby?”

“you just tell me when you want me to stop, okay?”

you nodded slightly, looking up at meguru who was peering down at you with a small smile on his face.

“alrighty then.”

you could hardly process how fast this was going. one second you were watching a boring movie with your boyfriend, and the next he had you pinned down to the bed with a look on his face you'd never seen before. now, here you were, arms wrapped around meguru’s neck with your face in his shoulder as he slowly eased himself into you.

he was moving so slow you almost couldn't feel the pain, almost. there was still a little bit of pain while trying to adjust, but meguru took his time with his movements until he was sheathed all the way inside.

“are you okay?” meguru asked, pushing some of your hair out of your eyes to see him more clearly.

“mhm,” was all you were able to get out, trying to calm your heart down but it was sadly to no avail. you never thought this day would come, to be fair. you also didn't think meguru could act like this. guess you were wrong on both.

“do you want me to move?” he asked next, his one free hand holding him up so he was hovering above you.

you were only able to nod, eyes screwing shut the moment you felt him slowly move and a low whimper left your mouth, your hand immediately covering your mouth after hearing it.

“don't be quiet, baby,” meguru told you as he moved in and out slowly, “how will i know if i’m doing it right if i can't hear you?” he whispered in your ear.

moving your hand off your mouth, you felt a chill go down your spine at the words.

“i’m gonna go faster now, okay?”

you nodded again, eyes opening to look up at meguru who was still smiling down at you. “great,” he said, one of his hands pinching your cheek lightly before placing it back on the bed next to you to hold himself up.

just like he said, he started to speed up his pace but not by much, just enough for you to get easier adjusted which appeared to be working with the sounds that were falling from your lips.

“good boy, such a good boy,” meguru said with a smile while he thrusted into you, “just for me.”

you could feel your face grow hot at what he was saying, and you put your face back into the crook of his neck, moans and whimpers being your only response.

“don't tell me you have a thing for me saying that kinda stuff,” he spoke quietly while continuing his movements. “you do, don't you?”

“sh-shut up,” you were hardly able to get out in between moans.

“you do, then, great,” meguru’s smile grew bigger and he started to thrust faster without telling you, leaving a louder moan to come from you at the sudden change.

a light chuckle fell from his lips at your reaction, one of his hands moving to your hips and gripping it tightly with his nails, meguru continued, “that's it, baby, you really are a good boy, aren't you? just for me, right?”

“mhm,” you hummed, your hands moving to grab ahold of his hair and tug on it. “j-just for y-you.”

“look at me,” meguru grabbed your hair and made you look at him, “i wanna see how you look when i talk to you like this.”

you whined when he made you look at him, not even being able to open your eyes. you could only feel your face getting hotter the more meguru spoke, and you could tell he knew judging by what he said next.

“aw, you're so cute. looking all flustered just by me talking, you really are something special, ain’t ya?” he teased, his nails digging into your skin more, “tell me how it feels, baby.”

“g-good,” you mumbled out incoherently, “really g-good.”

meguru chuckled again, “yeah? i’m sure it does. i’ll make you feel really good, baby. you know that i love you, so, so much.” he said while continuing to thrust, “i love you.”

“i love you too,” you were somehow able to get out.

he grinned down at you, leaning forward and kissing you while starting to go faster, making you moan into the kiss as he did so. “so good for me,” he mumbled into the kiss, “all for me.”

pulling away to breathe, you felt yourself slowly reaching the edge, with more louder moans spilling from your mouth without much care anymore, you tugged on his hair harder, “i-i’m close,” you whined.

“yeah? you’re gonna cum for me, my pretty boy?” he said teasingly, picking up his pace more to go even faster, “i’ll make you feel really good, baby.”

“p-please,” you whimpered, “wanna feel good, please.”

“i gotcha, baby. don’t you worry your pretty little head,” meguru told you before kissing you again.

moaning into his mouth more, you moved your hands from his hair to his back, scratching at it which made him hiss slightly. more whines spilled from your mouth into the kiss, breathing heavily and out of order, you pulled away from the kiss and your back arched, another loud moan coming from you as you came.

“good boy. that's my good boy,” meguru said, petting your hair lightly and slowly easing out of you. “you did so good for me, baby.”

you weren't able to respond, too busy trying to calm down and steady your breathing that you couldn't even hear what he said. he chuckled again, patting your head and laying down next to you. “you're so cute, y’know,” he added shortly after, “i love you.”

“i love you too,” you responded finally, looking over at him.

smiling brightly at you, meguru leaned over and pecked your lips. “i’m glad you do, cause i love you more.”

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 4 months

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@katkitkats messaged me an idea about Hanma being a punk ass and denying you an orgasm.

MDNI UNDER THE CUT, PLEASE.

"Ohh-hoh-hoh! Yeah? Baby likes that, huh? Don't you? Tell me. Tell me how much you like that, princess. I needa hear the words."

Hanma had been fucking with you in some way or another since you woke up this morning. There was nothing particularly special about the day. It wasn't an anniversary or a birthday. No, he just got a bug up his ass and wanted to pester you until you reached your breaking point. And that was his specialty if you ever saw a person have one.

But it was how he was pestering you that really got under your skin. He would get you on the precipice of your orgasm and stop everything he was doing to go smoke a cigarette or have a bite of a leftover sandwich with the dumpster cats.

"Shu-Shuji ... wh-wher-why are you doing this to me? Huh? Did I piss you off or somethin'? Did you have a dream where I cheated on you and this is your revenge? Baby, I would never. I swear. You know this. Jus- please. You gotta lemme finish. Fuck, Shuji! Can I finish mys-" you knew it was a stupid question. A stupid, stupid, stupid question.

"DON'T!! You know better than to ask me if you can finish what I start. Keep your hands where I can see them at all times. You understand?" He took one last drag of his cigarette and put it out in the glass ashtray on the rickety bannister and walked through the screen back into the living room, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch from you.

"Shuji ...?" You glared at him. "Ar-what are you doing?"

He looked at you blankly. "What do you think I'm doing? I'm watching TV."

You let out a frustrated whine and grabbed one of the throw pillows, smacking him with it. "No. No no no no. You don't get to just stop when you're right there and just ... just watch TV! Shuji, I swear to God, you're going to kill me."

He raised an eyebrow and turned off the TV, turning his attention towards you. "And why, pray tell, would I kill you?"

"YOU'RE going to be the dead one soon if you don't help your sweet, ridiculously wet girlfriend out." You sat the pillow down on the couch and walked slowly to you and Hanma's bedroom. You knew he was looking at you. Taking in the curve of your hips. The jiggle of your ass in those thin pajama shorts. For a second before disappearing into the room, you stopped and looked at him. Expressionless. But he saw it, he always saw what wasn't there.

He let out a chuckle and got up, following you to the bedroom.

As soon as you heard his footsteps, you crawled onto the bed. You could hear him shuffling around in the doorway. "Please, Shuji. I need you."

Hanma came over to you on the bed. "Oh yeah, baby? You need me? Why you so needy today? Hm? 'S like all you think about is my cock." He ran his middle finger from your leg to your clothed clit and pressed down. "Such a hot little thing, isn't it? Maybe I should cool it off? Would you like that, princess?"

He pulled your shorts down, leaving your panties on you.

"Shuji ... baby, please."

"What's that, baby? What do you need?"

"I need you. Please. I need you."

"Oh, you want me to fuck you, huh? Is that it? Want me to fuck you so hard you can't even walk tomorrow?"

You grabbed his shoulder and pulled him closer to you, pressing your lips to his. "Fuck me, Shuji."

He smirked against your lips and pushed your panties to the side and his fingers inside you slowly, listening to you moan into his mouth. "Fuck, baby. You're so wet for me, aren't you? You've been wet all day, haven't you? I bet you were ready for me as soon as you woke up."

Hanma pumped his fingers inside of you so fast and hit everything so right that you were about to cum. The noise alone got you there much quicker than his touch, you think. Your pussy was so desperate for him, so wet, so squelchy.

"Princessss ... you're in such a rush right now."

You huffed out in absolute frustration. "What do you mean 'right now'. I've been like this since you woke me up with your hand between my thighs? Yeah, yeah. Pretty much soaking since then, Shu."

He laughed.

"Please, baby. Fuck."

"Are you telling me what to do? I don't think I like your tone." Hanma backed off of you and walked his long fingers up the length of your left leg and back over to your pussy.

"The fuck is your problem? You're being unnecessarily assho-ohh fffuckkkk, Shu!" He plunged his fingers into your cunt and did what he did best - that is, aside from his mouth and cock. But he was on one today and was pushing the envelope with you for some fuck of a reason. He hooked his fingers inside you and rubbed the rough pad of his thumb over your clit.

"Don't. Fucking. Move." He growled in your ear through gritted teeth as he worked his fingers. "I wanna see you cum with just my fingers. And I wanna see it soon." He pressed down harder and faster, watching as you gripped the sheets and bucked your hips towards him.

"Oh my god. Fuck. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Shuji, I'm gonna-"

"Cum. Right ... fucking ... now!" He pushed his fingers down harder and curled them, hitting your g-spot with such precision you wondered if he had been taking night classes or something.

You let out a loud moan and squirted onto his hand, soaking the bed sheets and his arm.

"Oh, fuck. That's my princess." He pulled his fingers out and licked them clean. Walking to the doorway, he left you in a literal puddle on the bed. "You fuckin' happy now or you gonna keep whinin' about how bad you need me?" He smirked, kissed you on the forehead and said he'd be out back feeding the cats again.

@southside-otaku @kazutora-kurokawa @arlerts-angel @viburnt @darkstarlight82 (You out there? Haven't talked to you in a while =(

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aestheticpluto · 8 months

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For You~ [Yandere Marinette/LadyBug]

Summery: After realizing her new obsession she is dedicated not give up on this one because this time it's true love.

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''Mari are you okay? you've been staring at Y/n for far too long'' Her best friend asked ''They are so perfect'' Marinette mumble to herself ''Huh?'' ''Nothing'' Marinette quickly covered it up and looked back in her textbook pretending like nothing happened.

''Y/n!'' You turned around and saw Marinette running up to you ''Are you free this-'' she paused ''This weekend'' she breathe out ''I- mean it's completely fine if you can't...'' she kept mumbling to herself. you let out soft chuckle and nodded ''Yes, Marinette I'm free'' you replied she looked up in shock but that was soon covered by a brightest smile she was overjoyed by the butterflies ''So we'll meet in my cafe'' she stated. The smile never leaving her face ''Alright'' you replied with small smile.

''So what would you like to eat?'' she asked sitting infront of you ''Some [F/n] perhaps?'' you suggested ''Okay, My parents aren't home so feel comfortable'' she said heading inside ''Uh-Okay'' you said giving a small but spurious smile

While she was making you the food you couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed by her behavior but then again you can't just leave since you don't wanna seem like a villain ''Here~" she hummed bring the food and placing it infront of you ''Thank you'' you said and took a small bite it was delicious you can't help but felt a little dizzy ''Aren't you eating anything?'' you asked looking at Marinette who was staring at you ''Oh no I'm already full'' she shook her head ''Okay'' you began to feel lightheaded, your vision going blurry ''Ugh'' you grunted holding your head ''Mari-Marine-Marinette?'' you manage to muttered ''Yes? My love?'' She asked standing next to you.

You felt impossible to focus but still managed to asked ''Wh..Ugh...Why?'' you felt yourself losing the control of your body ''Well darling'' she said coming near your ears ''I love you and to prove that I'll do anything for you~''

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dreadsuitsamus · 2 months

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Daddy's Little Secret, Part Two | Isshin Kurosaki x Reader |

part one

author's note: i'm here with the next edition of this! i quite love this concept and currently have a lot of inspiration for it 🩷

pairing: isshin kurosaki x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, explicit smut, lots of flirting and teasing between isshin and reader, fingering, handjobs, cum swallowing, age gap relationship, isshin is a pervert and rubbed reader's ass while she was sleeping

The glow from the tv has Isshin's brow rising as he comes downstairs with a rumbly tummy. It's two in the morning, surely his little (teenage) girls aren't up this late on a school night?? He's a failure of a father—

Well, that much is true, but not for the reasons he'd initially imagined.

Peering over the edge of the couch, Isshin smirks softly at what he finds. You, snoozing in a skimpy little pair of pajamas, your breasts snug in the little tank top and your ass looking particularly phenomenal in those itty bitty short shorts. Sneaking a hand down to pull the blanket back over you, Isshin shamelessly runs his hand along the curve of your hip and to your ass before doing the good deed he'd set out to do, the soft flesh so pliable under his fingers. He longs to take a bite— or rather, several— but his stomach reminds him of the box of cereal on top of the fridge that he's been thinking about for an hour now.

Leaving for the kitchen, Isshin quickly whips up his midnight snack. Honey Bunches of Oats and some freshly-opened whole milk despite the open carton right beside it (Yuzu’s going to kill him for it, and he's not so sure blaming Ichigo will work, but he'll try it anyway!) and an added spoonful of sugar has Isshin’s mouth watering. Just as he's taken in a big spoonful, he hears the floorboard creak as you tiptoe in from the couch.

Stretching tall, a beautiful sounding moan squeaks past your lips as your joints and muscles refresh from that awful nap on the couch. You have no idea how Isshin does it! He seems to sleep better on the couch than when he's in his own bed, judging by how he's always up in the middle of the night when he does go upstairs for bed. “You're such an old man.” You grumble softly, wiping at your eyes. “If I see a box of Raisin Bran in the cart next time we go grocery shopping I'm increasing the font size on your phone.”

Isshin narrows his eyes, idly hoping you do that anyway— why are the default words so small?? “So you woke up on the wrong side of the bed and chose violence against me?”

Laughing, you pluck a banana from the bunch on the counter, slowly peeling it open. “Of course. You let me fall asleep on the couch and now I have a crick in my neck!”

Isshin rolls his eyes and shoves another spoonful of cereal in his mouth. “Howzit m’ faul’??”

“Big, strong man of the house didn't carry me up to bed! Shame on you.” You bite the tip of the banana, resting your hip against the counter as you face the handsome father before you.

Swirling some of his cereal in the bowl, Isshin gazes at you through his lashes as you take another slow bite of your banana. “Silly me.”

He watches as you rub at your neck, and with the way you were curled up it doesn't surprise him that you're sore. Shifting over to stand beside you, Isshin brings his hand to rub at your neck, his strong and experienced fingers helping soothe the spot that's tight and unforgiving of your nap. Your shoulders relax, eyelids fluttering as you pause the next bite of your banana, the fruit resting at your lips as Isshin massages you. “Ohhh… Mmmmmm, that's nice.”

“You're pretty tight.” Isshin frowns as his fingers travel to different parts of your neck and shoulders, finding all of your muscles to be quite tense. He supposes it makes sense; you've been through a lot of stressful things lately.

“Y’know, I always thought I'd hear you say that to me, but under… Different circumstances.”

Grumbling, Isshin pulls his hand away and has another big bite of cereal while you giggle at his expense. Touching your ass while you sleep is one thing, but he can't entertain the flirting. His relationship with Ichigo is too important to cross that line, even as badly as he wants to. And as another bite of that banana passes your soft-looking lips, he really does want it now more than ever. “Go to a spa.”

“Fine. I'm sure there's a man there that would love to have me naked and oiled up and get paid to touch me.”

“You didn't mention money, now.” Isshin’s joke falls flat as your eyes lock with his, his warm brown eyes then zeroing in on your pretty lips around that banana as you push more than necessary into your mouth.

I'm really getting turned on by a woman half my age deep-throating a banana. Where did it all go wrong.

Admittedly, even if he was your age he'd be turned on by the action.

“I’m low on cash, but… Maybe we could work out some other sort of give…” You close the gap between your bodies, pressing yourself to Isshin as your hand slowly trails down his abdomen.”... and take.” Your fingers stop right at the waistband of his pajama pants, the tip of your pinky threatening to break that seal. “Your hands for my hands.”

Isshin's brain short-circuits at the prospect of your offer, his mind only able to chant out a meek “Touch my wee-wee, touch my fucking wee-wee!” as that mischievous pinky finger teases him. His cock jolts and the bowl of cereal slips from his hand to shatter all over the floor, milk splattering your ankles in the process.

“Shit!” Now his wee-wee will be touchless! Grabbing you by your hips and lifting you to sit on the countertop, Isshin carefully steps around the broken glass to procure the broom and dustpan as you wipe your ankles with a paper towel.

Isshin quickly sweeps up the mess, kneeling down to wipe away the milk after the bulk of the mess is gone. Mischief strikes, just a tad, and your pretty painted toes brush against Isshin’s shoulder to remind him of your presence. Gazing up through his lashes, he's met with a pretty sight. You in your skimpy pajamas, one strap of your tank top having slipped off of your shoulder while your gorgeous leg that rests against him practically invites him in for a taste.

His strong, thick fingers wrap around your ankles and he turns his head to place a small, promising kiss to your calf as you rest your other heel against his opposite shoulder to receive another hot kiss from Isshin's lips. Alternating between each of your legs, he slowly adjusts himself closer to you as you move closer to the edge of the counter and watch as the man on his knees before you traverses the length of your legs with hot kisses and nips with an occasional peek up at you.

Goosebumps cascade down with a hefty shiver of your spine as those strong fingers massage your calves, that warm mouth pressing against your inner thigh, suckling and biting the sensitive flesh for a small, claiming mark that won't be easily seen. Threading your fingers into his dark hair, Isshin stands with your not-so-gentle tugging and stands tall above you once more. Your free hand trails down the front of his shirt, his relishing in several squeezes of your thighs.

Resting his lips at your ear, he speaks lowly as his fingers move up to your hips. “Deal.”

There's a giddy thrum in your heart as you push his shirt up a tad, revealing a rather toned stomach and dark hair trailing down beneath the cut of his pajama pants. Holding his shirt for you, Isshin allows you to reach into his briefs and feel his cock in your hand. He swallows thickly, groaning softly in your ear as he feels a woman's touch for the first time in too long.

Your fingers in his hair gently scritch at his scalp as you slowly pump his cock, Isshin's stubble lightly scratching your skin as his mouth hangs slightly open. He's thick in your palm, twitching in excitement and oozing plenty of precum. Isshin doesn't let you have all the fun for long, however, and nips at your earlobe as his free hand slips into your panties and glides two thick fingers along the length of your wet, hungry slit.

“Mmmm…” Your coo is hidden behind your closed, pretty lips as the pads of his fingers brush your folds, and he forces a squeal of you once he's uncovered the little hiding spot of your clit.

“Shhhh…” Isshin presses his mouth to yours, pressing his fingertips against that spot again and rubbing small, counterclockwise circles as you push his pants down to below his ass. Pumping his cock with one hand as the other fondles his balls, your lips and tongues tangle in an increasingly heated embrace.

A slew of precum dribbles from Isshin's tip and you smear it between your fingers and his shaft, flicking your wrist each time you reach that red, mushroom-shaped cockhead. He's absolutely delicious. He tests the waters with a prodding index finger to your searing hole, and goodness you're tight. He's definitely proud of his manhood, especially as your smaller hands make it look even bigger, and he feels nearly lightheaded at the idea of making it fit inside of your cute little pussy.

“Mmmm… Isshin.” You breathe into his waiting mouth, your top swiftly tugged down and a nipple quickly taken between his thumb and forefinger to be rolled and pinched. Your hips grind, chasing that friction against Isshin's palm as he dips a second finger into your cunt.

“C’mon, baby…” He croons, hooking his fingers and prodding further into you and moving faster as he does. “Gimme what I want.”

“F-uck, fuck…” Your eyes roll back and your hands slip from his cock to grab at his shirt, lifting your hips as you grind. “Mmm… ‘m so close, god I'm so close!” Your whimper is muffled into the skin of his neck, your teeth scraping against his sweat-damp skin. You're too lost in the pleasure to ensure there won't be a lasting mark, but he doesn't seem to care about that at the moment as he redirects all of his efforts to your clit.

A guttural groan is torn from your throat, rumbling in your chest as you see white and cum, legs shaking and tears brimming as the father of three works you through it. His ego is more than satisfied and he doesn't even care that his own pleasure’s been left behind; he's just made a sexy woman that's far too young for him cum this harshly, and all he had to use was his fingers! He's still got it.

Chest heaving, you slip to the floor grasp his shaft once again, spitting on it and pumping him once more. Taking the hem of his shirt into his mouth in an attempt to muzzle himself, Isshin groans. You're so sweet down there, eyes bright and that smile so languid�� because of him. And you're waiting between his legs, your tongue out and expecting a treat from him, damn near begging for the thing you both want.

“Give me what I want.” You coo, brushing your wet tongue a single time against his tip.

Isshin's jaw tenses and he screws his eyes shut. He's so close, he's right at that edge and he doesn't even know where the hell to go with it until you're licking him again. His eyes flying open, he grips your jaw and shoves his entire length into your mouth, cumming buckets down your throat as your eyes roll back. He huffs and puffs above you, slipping out as carefully as he can as the haze wears away and he covers himself up again.

“Shit, I'm… I'm sorry, babe, I dunno what…” Isshin quickly helps you to your feet and to the sink, though he's still seeing some stars as he reels from that powerful orgasm. “Here, spit it out, I'm sor-” You stick your tongue out, a happy glint in your eye as you prove he's got nothing to worry about; in your eyes, drinking his cum was the best case scenario! No cleanup required.

Grinning, Isshin carries you upstairs to your room. “Let's make a deal again soon.”

At the breakfast table, you hide a smirk into your cup of coffee as Yuzu asks her father why he's wearing a turtleneck on such a warm day.

#isshin kurosaki x reader #isshin kurosaki x you #isshin x you #isshin x reader #isshin kurosaki imagine #bleach imagine #bleach x reader #bleach x you #x reader #reader insert #fic

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l1tw1ck · 2 years

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Bad Boy Ajax

FTM!Ajax x Top!Male Reader

Series: Higher Education | Kinktober

Contains: Non-Con, Teasing, Virginity Kink, Desk Sex, Degrading, Spanking, Non-Con Creampie

Words: 817 | Reader Discretion is Advised

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Ajax was your typical bad student. He shows up to class late, disrupts learning, picks fights, and just in general acts like an entitled asshole.

He even has the nerve to flirt with you. You were often the one watching him during detention, subjecting you to experience the brunt of his flirtatious antics.

"It's just you and me, teach." Ajax grins.

"As usual." You reply dryly.

"I noticed there aren't any cameras in here. No windows either. It's like a prison without surveillance."

"That's why I'm here. To be the warden."

"Can the warden grant me a get out of jail free card? In exchange for my body?" Ajax jokes.

You've had enough of his stupidity. "Come on up then."

Ajax looks at you in shock. "What?"

"Did you not hear me? Come." You snap your fingers.

He nervously walks up to your desk, standing in front of it with clear confusion painted on his face.

"Stay there." You order, walking behind him. You bend him over on the desk and move his hands behind his back, preventing him from getting up.

"Wait- I was joking!"

"So once someone reciprocates your flirting, you tuck your tail in between your legs and pretend it was a joke?"

"I'm sorry! Okay? I won't do it again just- just please don't touch me." Ajax squirms in your hold.

"You're tempting me."

"I'm a virgin, please!"

"You're making me even hornier." You smirk. "I eat virgins alive." You rub your bulge against his ass.

Ajax shivers. "Please, sir, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"I think a proper punishment is overdue." You pull his pants down, revealing his ocean themed boxers. "How cute."

"No! I'll stop being bad! I promise!"

"Your personality did quite the 180." You laugh. "I'm not going to stop, Ajax, you deserve this." You spank him.

Ajax gasps, giving up. "I'm sorry.."

"'I'm sorry' seems to come out of your mouth easily when you're in trouble." You grope his ass, admiring the softness. "I don't think I've ever heard you apologize, at least not genuinely."

Ajax sniffs, shivering and shaking in fear.

"Gods...I'm so tempted to fuck that little hole of yours." You move his legs apart, not missing the dark wet spot in his underwear. "Ah? Don't tell me you're turned on by this."

He whimpers, not responding.

Chuckling, you pull his underwear down and look at his dripping cunt, basically begging to be filled. "Mm, you must love the idea of getting your virginity taken by your teacher." You spank his sex, making Ajax mewl. You pull your pants off and let your hard cock free, you press it against his entrance before pushing your length in with no remorse.

Ajax screams, his eyes widening as you stretch his cunt and push in until your tip kisses his cervix, eliciting another scream but this time of both shock and pleasure.

"Shut up you dumb whore," You spank his ass. "Or do you want the janitor to see what a slut you are?"

He bites his lip, looking down and trying not to be loud.

"Me and him are friends, he might actually want to join in." You smirk, fucking into him slowly. "What do you think? Getting fucked in the throat while I destroy your tight little cunt?"

"No~! Please~! I'll be quiet!"

"Aw, you only want me fucking you? How cute." You pick up the pace, fucking him mercilessly and cruelly. "I took you for more of a whore, the type to participate in gangbangs."

"Nno~! Not a wh- whore~!"

"Yes you are, you're a whore and a cockslut." You spank him, his ass getting red. "Say it."

"Aah~!" He moans, squeezing your cock tightly. "M' a who- whore~ 'n a co- cockslut~! Fo- for y- you~ sir~!"

"Fuck. That's right, only for me." You growl, now planning on keeping Ajax as your little toy for the rest of the year.

"Gh- gonna come~!" He warns before reaching his peak, pussy fluttering around your length.

"You're gonna be a good boy from now on, right, Ajax?" You fuck him through his orgasm.

"Ye- yes! Gon- gonna be good~! Wh- whatev- uh~ you want~!" He nods rapidly.

"That's what I like to hear. All good boys deserve a reward, want my cum, baby?" You fuck him harder.

Ajax gasps. "Wa- wait~! Nn- no~! Don- don't wah~ wanna ge- get preg- pregnant~!" He kicks his legs around.

"You should take everything I give you, Ajax," You slam into his cervix, keeping still and coming inside him, your seed breaching the entrance of his womb. "Even if you don't want it."

His eyes roll to the back of his head, legs twitching as he processes what's just occurred.

"Don't expect any support if you get pregnant." You pull out slowly, your cum dribbling out from his pulsing cunt and onto the floor. "Maybe take the after pill."

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lady-charinette · 1 year

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10 years later and Ladybug and Chat Noir are still fighting against Hawkmoth every day.

Akumatizations happen every other day, the citizens of Paris have grown weary.

They are angry.

"10 years of this stupid nonsense and you still couldn't defeat that freak?!"

"My baby has been akumatized so many times since he was a toddler! I can't stand it anymore."

"My wife left me after I got akumatized..."

"Hawkmoth ruined my life!"

"Ladybug and Chat Noir are no heroes, they're useless!"

Ladybug shared a concerned glance with Chat Noir next to her and she speaks into the microphone:"People of Paris, please! We understand your concern, we know Hawkmoth ruined and hurt many people, that's why we fight every day in order to stop him! We will stop him!"

Another man shouted, "Oh, yeah? And when's that? When I'm old and gray?!"

"Ladybug, you have magic and technology on your side, can't you just track him down? Or follow his akumas back to his lair? What about installing cameras everywhere in the city?"

Officer Rodger immediately stepped up. "Ma'am, that is a violation of privacy for the citizens of Paris!"

"I don't care anymore! It's a violation for Hawkmoth to be running rampant for as long as he did! Do something!"

"You don't deserve to call yourselves superheroes if you can't defeat villains!"

A smoothie cup was thrown in Ladybug's direction but Chat Noir's staff quickly deflected it. "Hey!" Ladybug held a hand out to pacify her partner, but the crowd only grew angrier.

"You're no heroes! You're just kids in costumes with magic jewelry playing them!"

"Defeat Hawkmoth or go home!"

"Stop Hawkmoth's tyranny and Ladybug and Chat Noir's incompetence!"

The crowd threw expletives at the duo, Ladybug's shoulders set and her hands clenched into fists.

Her legs began to tremble.

Chat Noir acted quickly and grabbed his partner, using his staff to propel them off the stage and into the safety of the rooftops, away from prying eyes and offending mouths.

"Are you okay, m'lady?" Chat rubbed her back gently, biting his lips when he felt the weak tremors still wreaking over her body.

Ladybug's whisper sounded like a defeated confession. "...They are right, kitty... if we are heroes, then we should've defeated Hawkmoth a long time ago..."

Chat Noir grabbed her hands in his, tenderly caressing over her black spotted knuckles. "Hey, we're doing the best we can with what we have, LB. Hawkmoth is more experienced, he most likely has the resources to keep himself hidden. We can't just track him down with magic, if he could we would've already tried that. Don't listen to them, they're wrong."

Ladybug shook her head. "No...they aren't. Did we try everything? Maybe Alya should've disguised herself as Mayura and waited for Hawkmoth to contact her. Maybe if I had studied the miracle box and found a way to sense Nooroo and trace his presence back to Hawkmoth then-"

"Ladybug!"

The spotted heroine froze, it was very rare for her beloved partner to raise his voice at her. By the narrowed pupils in his eyes, she knew he was furious. "We. Are. Doing. Our. Best. They don't know how we work, they don't know how many other responsibilities and problems we have aside from being heroes! I would wanna see any of them try and be us for a single day!"

Chat Noir crossed his arms, pacing back and forth, the telltale click clack of his clawed feet hitting the concrete of the roof they sought refuge on.

And suddenly, Ladybug had an idea.

"...Maybe you're right."

Chat shook his shoulders. "Of course I am- uh, m'lady?" Spotting the familiar light, Chat Noir automatically turned around and kept his gaze to the sky to avoid spotting his partner's identity. "Mind telling me why it's a good idea to transform back on top of a roof?"

He heard Ladybug walk closer towards him. "Maybe you're right Chat Noir, maybe Paris deserves a chance at being better heroes than us."

Chat stopped himself midway from turning his entire body towards his partner in shock. "Wh- what?! Hey, wait, don't hissunderstand meow!" Chat Noir failed with his hands helplessly. "I was just joking! Do you know how dangerous our miraculous could be if they get into a random person's hands?! Master Fu tested us! But what if a bad person gets their hands on our miraculous."

His partner chuckled. "Remember the fail saves we programmed into our miraculous? In case we ever use our powers for evil, they transform us back into civilians and Tikki and Plagg would hide somewhere safe with the miraculous. It's to prevent Hawkmoth from ever getting them should he mind control us again."

Chat huffed, thinking of incidents where he got brainwashed under Hawkmoth's control. "Yeah, we could've used those a while back." He shook his head, inclined his head in his lady's direction without fully turning. "But... still, I don't know. It's dangerous. Our miraculous in the wrong hands could really mess things up."

Ladybug smirked. "Since the people of Paris think we mess things up, it would be a good opportunity to see them try better."

Slowly, the idea began to warm up to her partner, because he transformed back in the next second.

Marinette and Adrien kept their backs turned, staring down at their worried-looking kwamis.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Don't worry, Tikki, you know what to do if something goes wrong. We still have the other miraculous in case things go south."

"Ugh, why not just give them a different miraculous? How am I supposed to fund my camembert cravings?"

"I'll pack you an emergency bag, Plagg. And please don't destroy the city while I'm not with you."

"No promises, kid."

Marinette smiled, glancing down cautiously at the still rowdy crowd of dissatisfied people. "If the citizens of Paris think being a hero is so easy, why don't we sit back and watch them do it better?"

Adrien moved towards the other side, watching a different crowd slowly disperse. "Maybe we could learn a thing or two."

TLDR: What if Paris isn't satisfied with Ladybug and Chat Noir as their heroes so they get an opportunity to be heroes themselves?

#miraculous ladybug #ml #adrien agreste #chat noir #marinette dupaincheng #ladybug #ml au #miraculous #miraculous au #ml idea #my fic #my fics #my idea

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sillyvisioncorner · 1 year

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More Heather's Incorrect Quotes

Ram: You're smiling. What happened? Kurt: What? Can't I smile just because I feel like it? Chandler: Jd tripped and fell down the stairs today.

Jd: *sneaking in through their window* Duke: *turning in their chair and flicking the light one* You want to tell me where you've been all night? Jd: I was with Veronica? Veronica: *turning in their chair* Wanna try again?

Veronica: You're violent. McNamara: Yeah but I'm also short and that's adorable.

Jd: Welcome to my very first vlog, in which I try different hair products! Jd: *sprays hairspray in their mouth* Jd: Well, right off the bat I can tell you this one is not very good.

*In a group chat* Veronica: A pegan just flew into my window. Jd: Pegan? McNamara: A what? Chandler: Ah yes, my favourite bird, Pegan. Duke: I thought you said penguin for a second, LMAO! Chandler: Just a normal day with flying penguins crashing into my window. Duke: You have pigeons flying into your window? Can't relate, I have penguins flying into my window. Veronica: I literally just made a typo-

Duke: Not gonna lie, I'm kind of afraid of Chandler... Veronica: As you should be. Duke: No, for real, they're kind of- Veronica: As. You. Should. Be.

McNamara: I just wanna be called cute 21/7. Chandler: Why no 24/7? McNamara: Snack breaks.

Duke: I wanna die. Chandler: We all do, you aren't special!

Veronica, cowering in fear: What do you want from me?! Chandler, standing in front of Veronica: *bites into the whole KitKat bar like a heathen* Veronica, crying: Please...stop...

McNamara: As your best friend— Duke: Veronica is my best friend. McNamara, holding a knife: As your best friend—

Jd: You’re from Ohio, right? Chandler: Okay, first of all, my parents live in Ohio. Chandler: I live in the moment.

Veronica: Jd, is that legal? Jd: When there's no cops around, anything's legal!

Duke: Do you have any idea what you’re doing? Kurt: Why start now?

Jd: Veronica is playing hard to get. Jd: Little do they know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

Chandler: I’m having salad for dinner! Duke: Chandler: Well, fruit salad. Chandler: Actually, it’s mostly grapes. Duke: Chandler: Okay, it’s all grapes. Chandler: Fermented grapes. Duke: Chandler: Duke: Chandler: It’s wine. Chandler: I’m having wine for dinner.

Duke, texting McNamara: Text me when you’re home safely. McNamara: I’m home dangerously. Duke: Stop it. McNamara: I’m home lethally.

Chandler: The shadow realm? No, I’m sending you to Ohio!

Veronica: Are you reading fan fiction? Duke, reading an article about extremely rare diseases: Wh- No. Veronica: Oh, is it on AO3? Duke: This is CNN.

Duke: Why would anyone want to harm Ram? McNamara: Maybe because they met them?

McNamara: How long do you think it'll take? Chandler: I don’t know, three or four. McNamara: Three or four what? Days? Weeks? Months? Chandler: Yeah, maybe five. McNamara: Five what?!

Duke: I did it! I memorized everything in the book! I'm gonna ace this test! Jd: Ok, Duke, I'll give you one more question before you go. What ended in 1918? Duke: 1917. Jd: ...You're ready.

Duke: Aww, what's your dog's name? Jd: Spartacus. Duke, yelling to McNamara: TRY SPARTACUS! McNamara, on the computer: DIDN'T WORK! Jd: Duke: What's your favorite number?

Veronica, after watching Chandler get shot by someone: You’re dead. You are very dead. When you are a corpse I will hack away at your flesh and eat you raw. Chandler: Veronica, I’m not dead yet. Veronica: Let me have my moment of rage to avenge you. Chandler: I’d prefer it if you didn’t let me die.

Duke: Stressed. Veronica: Depressed. Jd: Possessed. Chandler: Obsessed. McNamara: Impressed. Ram: Chicken breast. Everyone: ...What? Ram: I just wanted to join in.

Chandler: While I'm gone, you're in charge Duke. Duke: Yes! Chandler, whispering to Veronica: You're secretly in charge, but I don't want them to feel bad. Veronica: Obviously.

#heathers the musical #heathers #heathers 1989 #veronica sawyer #jason dean #heathers incorrect quotes #jd heathers #heather duke #heather chandler #heather mcnamara #kurt kelly #ram sweeney #sillyvisioncorner

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bitchyvoidland · 3 months

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~OFFICE~

(Park Jay x Fem Reader)

(.🎀~🎀~🎀~🎀~🎀~🎀~🎀~🎀.)

(Warning: 18+‼️, unprotected sex, Jay as your perverted boss)

(Authornim<3: I made this from 11 to 12 am. So I'm probably sorry for this work. It really sucked tbh. But anyways, have fun reading it...🎀😭)

Jay is your boss and you are his assistant.

One time, you woke up late and you prepared yourself for work as fast as you can. After that, you ran to the bus stop to take the bus you even forgot things to bring for work. When you arrived at the building, you ran towards the closing elevator but you took it on time. You started to worry about Mr. Park.

'Can't this elevator go any faster?' you thought as you shake your hands to cool off and relax.

When you arrived in the office's floor, you ran towards his office. You quickly opened the door and bowed politely. You started to cool down as you took a look on the clock and you were just 5 minutes late. You sighed as you hope that he will forget and forgive you about this little mistake.

You heard him sighed and got up from his seat. You could feel that he was looking at you, when you looked at him. He was inspecting you head to toe. His face formed a smirked as he sat back down to his seat.

"Come here" he wiggled his two fingers, signing you to come closer to him so you did. As you came near him you saw him patting down on his lap. You aren't really sure what to do so you asked him.

"Wh-what is it sir?" You asked him curiously.

"Isn't obvious?" He looked dead in your eyes as he smirked.

"I-i'm sorry sir. But I can't do that" You told him nervously as your hands are shaking cold.

"Sit down on my lap. Fucking now." He pulled your waist on to his. You sat on his lap. You were flustered by his sudden action. You tried to pull away but he held your hands tightly. You can't get out from his grip.

"M-Mr. Park? Why a-are you doing this?" You tried to pull away but his grip got tighter on your hands. You tried to resist but you can't. He is too strong for you to handle.

"Don't you dare disobey my orders. Also keep your fucking slut mouth you cunt" He smirked as he started to kiss your neck. The shivers in your body made you pull away from him fast and strong.

"What the hell are you doing?" You shouted at him as he pulled you again to sit on his lap. His grip was tight as if he won't let you go forever.

"Did you just talk back? You are 2 hours late" He whispered in your ears as he covered your mouth. You couldn't really breathe. You tried to bite his hand but you couldn't. Your mouth was completely shut and you couldn't move from Jay's grip. He whispered in your ear.

"Just let me do it again. I have noticed that I wasn't really rough last time. Now let me make it up to you" He smirked and bit the tip of your ear. All you did was nod and now he is looking at you full with lust in his eyes.

He started to lower down the strap on your shoulder that is connected to your dress. You let him do whatever he want. You closed your eyes as he began to mark kisses on your neck. Your back was rested well on his chest.

"Turn around and spread your legs for me" He said and you obeyed him. You stood up from his lap and you turned around to spread and sit on his lap. You wrapped your hands around his neck as you looked in his eyes. Your eyes were telling him to do more.

"I didn't tell you to do this" He smirked and pecked a kiss on your lips. He was amazed by you. And added "You're being a good girl today. You are hungry for my touch, aren't you little cunt?" He smirked and started to kiss you aggressively. You let your tongue in him and he also did too. You started to grind and you moaned under your kisses.

"Jay? Please do more" You grind against his harding cock. You could feel the cock rising up and touched your wet pussy. It even turned you on even more. You took one of his hands and you put it on your neck making him choke you.

"There's really something with you today" He pulled his hand away from your neck and started to take off his belt and pants. He released his cock making you gasp how it stood hard. You couldn't help it anymore. You pulled your dress away from your body, finding yourself just in your black bra and thongs. You untie your hair. After that, he started choking your neck. He starts to throb his cock and told you "Fuck~Mmphh~you little slut." He threw is head back as he let in his cock without your permission but you don't mind it at all.

He started to thrust as his other hand was on your waist making you thrust up and down faster. You two moaned not really minding the people outside the office walking in the hallways. "Ugh. I'm close" He moaned and threw his head back opening his mouth while he moans.

"I'm not close yet" you moaned still thrusting in and out from him.

"Then let's make it close" he pulled away from you and pushed you to the desk. You are now facing the desk with your two hands holding the plain desk for support. Jay let his huge cock inside you again as he thrusts more faster, roughly and aggressively. You moaned as tears formed in your eyes. He released a hot liquid inside you but he kept going until you're on your climax.

You began to rub circles around your clit while he thrusts more. "That's very pretty" He said as he smirked and rolled his eyes and moaned. The more he thrusts, the more cum he is releasing. He kept moaning and moaning as he held your waist. You look so dirty in him, you were a total mess. He pulled his hands away from your hips and began to hold your boobs for support. He squeezes your boobs aggressively.

"Jay? I'm close" a tear fell down from your eyes. Too much pleasure was felt inside you. Your toes began to curl as he keeps grabbing your boobs.

"I'm not-satisfied yet" He said as he breathes more air. "Ugh this pussy- fuckfuckfuck-Mmphh-you're so tight" you could feel him smirk and he did.

"Jay?? I'm-" you released a cum from your pussy as while he keeps thrusting. "Jay? Stop it please. I already came-" you tried to stay up your shaky legs while he keeps on thrusting in you even though you both released your cums already.

"Ugh. This pussy making me feels so good" He screamed in pleasure. He released a cum all over your back. You felt a shiver in your spine. You cried, you felt tortured even though you also like it. After that, he pushed his cock inside you again. He kept pounding hard and rough.

He didn't stop even just for a second.

Cum keeps releasing from both of you. You moaned and screamed telling Jay to stop. You were too weak to push him away. The room was warm and hot. You could only hear your moans and the wetness from both of you, sounds of Jay pounding and whimpers. You kept crying and crying begging Jay to stop as you kept releasing hot liquids. "Ugh~Mmmphh~Don't you feel that?" The way he squeezes both of your boobs. You felt so desperate right now.

"Ugh~Jay? Please-stop-" you closed your eyes trying to take all the pleasure. He kept pounding even though you came already 2 minutes ago. "Good girl. You took my cock so well" He said as he kept on pumping and pumping in and out from your beautiful pussy as you kept cumming. Your legs were full of heated cum from both of you. Wetness were tickling your legs as it flows down. You couldn't take it anymore, you squirted to his huge thick cock. He smirked and said "Keep cumming. I want you to not come to work tomorrow. Then I would be able to-do this again.” He whispered in your ear. You nodded and said "Yes sir" (SIR? HE IS NOW FUCKING YOU AND YOU KEPT CALLING HIM SIR?!)

"Next time, when it's just the two of us just call me daddy okay?" He said with a soft tone. You just nodded. He didn't stop pounding in to you. You cried and cried until he stopped but his cock is inside you. He slowly pulled out making you whimper. "Very good of you" He smirked and pecked a kiss on your neck.

You're wobbly legs made you fell to the ground. You're legs were swollen and wet. "Jay? C-can I go home?" You asked him as you were on the wet ground. You're legs did not stop shaking. You took too much pleasure today.

"Sure. Go home safely" He placed a soft peck on your cheek. "Just don't be late again tomorrow, okay?" He smiled as he kneeled down and added "Take care. I'll meet you in your house. What food do you want me to bring you?"

(Authornim<3: this was bad. 🎀)

#enhypen jay smut #wildlife #code #nonprofits #park jongseong #smut #enhypen #enhypen smut #kpop smut #kpop au #enhypen au #18+ only #18+ content #18+ blog #au thoughts #red thoughts #unprotected sex

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littlelesbinonny · 5 months

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The Devil's Den

Chapter 42: In Which The Daylight Is Dawning Pt. 3

You can read this also on Ao3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

::!TW!:: Depiction of self harm, but not in an unaliving way.

The concrete was still wet but it was setting quickly.

Without thinking twice you rushed past everyone in your way and dug your fingers into the mixture, prying and pulling and digging with all your might, but it was so thick and cold it was freezing your fingers. The bite of that icy cold was rendering your efforts to stall.

A large hand grabbed your forearm gently and pulled you back.

"It's ok, just relax," Karl assured you, a crooked smile meeting your visage full of panic, "I brought my favorite toys!" He exclaimed, dropping the huge bag off his shoulder, "explosives! Never know when you need 'em, right hot shot?"

Somehow his lack of, or refusal to show worry and concern helped calm your nerves for the most bizarre unknown reason. He seemed so sure of himself and it was comforting. At least someone was.

You were about to respond to Karl but Angie came flying down the stairs like a bat out of hell, which shocked you because you don't remember her disappearing at all.

"We gotta blow the fuckin' door NOW!!" She yelled, nearly slamming into Donna to stop herself, "I just came from the control room - " she paused and flashed her hands covered in blood, "mutants - the sun is already entering the silo! They have 10 minutes tops!"

Everything around you became unintelligible as they all began to speak at once. You sank into yourself as something else grabbed control of the wheel. A sudden flood of warmth ensnared you and your eyes shot up.

"The setup takes time and care! These bombs aren't ready-made - this isn't fuckin' McDonalds!!" Karl shouted, "If I blow this willy nilly the whole motherfuckin' tower might collapse!

"Are the tops of the silos accessible above ground?" you inserted quickly, "I can try to block out the sun from up there, buy us all some time."

There was really only a split second everyone was silently looking at you, then Karl sprung a giant grin on his face.

"She's a fuckin' genius, I know why Alcina likes her - c'mon fairy wings, let's go!"

Karl shoved everything he was holding in Dmitri's arms and patted him roughly on the shoulder, "you 'member the schematics, right? Lefty-loosey, righty-tighty, all that jazz, just don't push the splodey button until the amp light goes blue!"

You had no idea what the fuck he was talking about but you sure hoped Dmitri did, because Karl offered no more explanation or clarification and was grabbing your arm and hauling you through more of the underworld maze before you could blink.

Everything was in utter disarray as the two of you scrambled through the tunnels and corridors and passageways galore. There was plenty of carnage along the way too; dead bodies (mainly mutants to your relief) were splayed about here and there, the evident battle a chilling reminder that you were a very mortal being in a very deadly environment. Still, your mind was occupied with Alcina more than anything. The haste to squeeze every last drop out of every second to make them count giving you unwavering focus now.

Would there be anything to actually cover the silo opening?

Would you be too late?

The thoughts had to come to a screeching halt as a very rickety metal ladder now faced you and Karl to the top of the particular part of this run down old building.

"Up ya go, sugar. That door to the left of the platform takes us right to the roof of the building."

You didn't need to be told twice.

Without further delay you took to the ladder and climbed, not bothering to wait for Karl, though he was right behind you. You ran down the even wobblier metal mesh platform and shoved your way through the almost rusted shut door, falling out into the bright sunlight. It was blinding and you covered your eyes as you eagerly searched for the silo top, finding it not too far off to the right of where you'd entered.

Karl was already on his way there and you followed, finding there to be a thick metal grate welded to the top of the wide silo opening. While this would make it easier to place things on to seal out the sun from below, you needed to find something to put there.

Your eyes couldn't help to gaze down the long dark tunnel below. You so wanted to be able to take time to see if you could see Alcina but this was the last time and place to doddle.

Karl was already running about on the roof, looking for anything that he might be able to use for a shield against the sun, but there was barely anything worth having.

Displaced 2x4's, scrap metal not larger than a few feet wide or long, and the flooring to the roof was too secure to rip up either.

The sun was progressing. You were not.

As you were about to splay yourself over the grate, which really was far too large for just your body to make a difference, you heard and felt a familiarity come swooping in.

Your crows came cawing and flapping, landing next to you on the broad edge of the silo.

You almost cried.

Ebony was the first to hop to you and eye you curiously as if waiting for instruction.

"C-can you - can you all cover this and stop the sunlight from getting through down below?"

Without so much as a pause, Ebony and the other five crows hopped onto a piece of rebar that made up the grate, spread their wings meticulously and created the most perfect make-shift wing umbrella you'd ever seen, completely blocking out all sunlight from below.

Several tears of relief went strolling down your freezing cheeks and you smiled, "thank you, thank you!" you whimpered, reaching out without thinking to stroke each of their heads with love and appreciation. In turn, to your surprise, you received tiny coos and purrs.

"I'll yell up to you from below when you can leave - thank you! I owe you all the croissants!"

A clatter pushed you back to the present and you looked behind you. Karl was standing there with the most 'what the literal fuck is happening' look on his face. The clattering seemed to be the large bit of scrap metal he had found somewhere along the line falling to the roof from his grasp. He just stood there, cock-eyed and slack-jawed.

There was little time for gawking. You rushed back over to him, wrapping your arms over your chest as the awareness of how damn cold it was up there smacked you across the face.

"The fuck was that?!" he blurted as the silent agreement to head back to the underground was put to action.

"Uh, well, they're my friends?"

Yeah it sounded weird but you were literally talking to a lycan so, this was the farthest from the strangest thing that's ever happened in your life.

Karl chuckled loudly as he slammed the door behind him and the scaling of the ladder began once more. He grabbed the comm at his hip and radioed Dmitri, "you're clear to blow the son of a bitch, we, er fae-bae here got the top covered!"

"Copy. Charge still setting."

"I'm gunna really look forward to getting to know you, bird-whispering fairy child - you are interesting as fuck," Karl mused as he led you back through the labyrinth of the underground.

You couldn't help but give him a look as he gave you a glance of his own, "fae-bae?" you inquired with a raised eyebrow.

He cackled, "get used to it; nicknames are my specialty. You outta hear some of the ones I have for your woman."

Your woman.

Yes, she was your woman and you were hers. Even in this dire circumstance that gave you a blanketing warmth. And so many flooding emotions came from this and the enveloping of it was giving you more strength to carry on. This tidal wave of memories and feelings weaved through you and sewed you together for whatever lie ahead; you were ready; you were ready.

"Somehow I'm sure she has plenty for you as well; I may or may not have heard a few," you tested playfully.

"Oh yeah?" he asked just as the two of you were turning down another corridor, unfortunately being met with a rogue mutant far from the herd.

Karl's reflexes kicked in immediately and he shoved you out of the way into the neighboring wall, drew his gun as he kicked the mutant in the chest and began to blast. But it didn't go down as fast as the others had. It rose and charged Karl again. This time it was met by Karl's large fist to the face, the butt of the gun to the top of its head, and as soon as he put more distance between them, shot at it again and again. It only snarled and shrieked with rage and lunged once more.

You took this moment to test your magick, just to be sure you had the grip on it like you felt you did.

While Karl was almost getting bested in this fight, you hunkered down on the floor against the wall and held out your palms, focusing on the mutant with the need to protect, like you had with Malka. And you'll be damned if it didn't start to slow down, sputter, and stall as the sensation of prickly stinging numbness flowed through you.

As Karl went to make his final blow with a gun barrel between the eyes, you saw the blood swelling in the mutant's eyelids before the bang went off.

It dropped like a bag of rocks and you smirked wickedly.

Yes, you were very much in control. Good. Because you wholeheartedly planned on killing Mother Miranda as soon as you had the chance.

You were slowly uncrouching from your spot when you realized Karl was yet again looking at you like you had become a tiny green alien in the last five seconds.

"Wh - what - the fuck? D-did you help me, did you do that??? Is that what you did to Mother Miranda? Do you just like - fry bodily circuitry or some shit?!"

You shrugged, feeling a little self-conscious, "I'm not entirely sure? I don't know what my magick does exactly. My friend calls it 'mind EMP'."

Karl burst out laughing and holstered his gun, offering his arm to you as you both stepped over the dead body, "Hoooly heyseuss kreestoose! We need a couple hundred of you to keep around; you're useful in a fight. Keep your bag of tricks handy, just don't mind EMP any of my bombs or electronics, ok?"

Your surroundings were becoming more familiar as the disjunct conversation was becoming quieter, and as the two of you made it down the same set of stairs you came in, you heard Dmitri's voice holler; "Charge is hot - cover!".

A loud pop echoed followed by a sharp bang that stung your ears, followed by a reverberating miniature shock wave that knocked you into the wall.

The view was a relief to your whole system.

Through the small puff of rising smoke and settling dust, the archway that had been sealed up was open and the entry inside was dark.

Donna was the first to climb over and through the rubble to get inside, Dmitri second, Angie remained outside the debris grinning like a mad-woman as she saw the two of you approach. You were set to head in as well but Karl grabbed you and held you steady.

"Hold on, let them bring her out."

He said as if he could read your damn mind.

From inside the hollow dark silo you could hear muffled, raspy female voices barely conversing with Donna. Several clangs and what seemed to be chains dropping to the stone floor echoed through, and then shuffling as Alcina's three girls were brought out first.

You'd heard Alcina talk about them at length, and even as defeated and worn as they looked, they were even more beautiful still than Alcina had described to you. Several bickering emotions decided to show their faces, but being overtaken by fear, uncertainty, and like the weird boyfriend mom brings home after divorcing dad and trying to make nice with the kids was not something you could deal with. This was not your place at all.

They were too tired to notice you anyway, and Donna had immediately dug through her bag and handed each of them what you deduced to be bags of blood to drink.

Everyone's attention now lie at the mouth of the silo once more, bated breaths waiting for Alcina's arrival.

Your heart was pounding so hard in your chest and through you whole body you felt like you were actually pulsing. Time felt so stupidly slow as you waited, as everyone waited, until Dmitri emerged with a limp, bloodied, grey-skinned Alcina in his arms.

Your feet molded to the ground. You couldn't force your muscles to move. She looked in a way you never ever wanted to see; dead.

Her once cream colored blouse was shredded and stained with crimson. Her skin slashed and gouged from each whip lashing. Dried blood covered her upper body, down her arms, splattered haphazardly around her neck, and some of her very sunken face.

Everything fell to the pit of your stomach. You couldn't breathe, you couldn't think. The shock of what you were looking at immobilized you.

Dmitri carefully laid her down on the ground. You realized then how quiet it was as every little sound of the shuffling of fabric against skin and stone was almost violently loud in your ears.

The state of Alcina's shirt gave her barely a hint of modesty in its tatters, the very stark contrast of her black bra glaring against the cream, grey and red. And you could see then a very deep, ugly wound just below her sternum. A stab wound. One that gave you an ill remembrance of a story she once told you, and a scar you can recall all too vividly on her side. You don't know how you knew, but you knew.

Donna was immediately retrieving another bag of blood, hooking a tube to the opening at the top, hunkering down at Alcina's side and carefully placing the article to her dry, thin parted lips. She began to squeeze the liquid from the bag as her daughters gathered around their mother as the blood was administered.

Cassandra and Daniela held tightly to Alcina's hands as Bela propped her head and upper body up to help the blood flow down her throat.

You were frozen in your place. Still barely breathing. Making deals with unknown deities for your lover's recovery.

Karl sensed your disconcerted demeanor and carefully wrapped his arm around your mid back and pushed you forward so you could see.

Still, you could hardly move or force a reaction as the painful suspense dug its claws into your heart.

If she died, or was already gone, you could not fathom what the future would even look like.

You could not fathom a world... your world... without her in it.

Through the deep concentration of draining bag after bag of blood into their Matriarch, Donna thoroughly checked Alcina's forehead, throat, cheeks, and chest for something you couldn't understand. Warmth, maybe? Any sign of life? And the more this went on the worse the lines became in Donna's lovely face.

"It's not... it's not changing her state," she blurted, quite upset, tossing another empty bag with contempt across the hall, "her blood loss is too great, I don't have enough reserves with us to help her the way she needs - we need to get her to a medical bay immediately."

"The city is far too overrun and we have no idea where Mother Miranda is, the risk is not in our favor."

"She will die if we don't!" Donna barked at Dmitri's warning, "our options are none as it stands right now; it is either the risk or her death - what's it going to be?"

Donna, Dmitri, the three girls and Karl had a duel of exchanged silent looks until you couldn't stand the feeling of uncomfortable electricity sparking in your nervous system.

"Does anybody have a knife?" you asked, splitting the quiet, gaining everyone's attention, "My blood might help."

Donna blinked rapidly, "I've already given her six packs - she needs intravenous blood administration - "

"That blood isn't my blood. I'm not human, remember?"

Before another word could be exchanged, the sound of a switchblade flinging open could be heard and Angie stepped closer to the group, brandishing a sharp, shiny blade.

"Hi! Middle name's shiv, or shank," she grinned wildly, "er, should be anyway."

"Everybody move back," Cassandra chimed in, nodding at you briskly, "please, try."

The tension could not have been any tighter as you stepped forward and grabbed the knife from Angie, swiftly and precisely kneeling down next to Alcina as you rolled your sleeve up as far as it would go over your elbow. The sight of her this close made her condition all the more dire and you quickly placed the blade to the vein in the crook of your elbow and punctured it. Bela propped Alcina as close to you as she could; you placed the spilling blood to her lips, and grasped her freezing cold shoulder for more support; Donna held to the other side of your arm to alleviate stress to the blood flow, and you all knelt there in great anticipation as the seconds ticked on. You so wanted to wrap her up in your arms and care for her like you would in your apartment, but you didn't dare in front of everyone, especially her daughters. You had to put on a strong, distant front.

Your arm began to ache as you were starting to feel a coolness set in, but you closed your eyes and held fast. You could smell the thick metallic of her dried blood all over her and it made you wince, thinking about the pain she must have endured, and how badly you wanted to make them all pay for this. It was consuming how violent you felt inside.

After at least a minute, which felt more like fifteen, you felt a warmth engulf the crook of your elbow; Alcina's tongue.

Looking over almost dizzyingly quick, you could see her eyelids fluttering and a smile burst across your face. You let go of your breath and held even tighter to Alcina as you felt her begin to drink voluntarily, her shoulder was no longer freezing cold and something even warmer than her tongue sprung loose inside you.

"It's working." You said softly, hearing the rest of the collective sighs of relief echo through the area.

Where Alcina had been in the dark, bleak confines of her mind before she felt life tingling inside her again was a place she didn't wish to return to. While everything was still in slow motion, she could comprehend the beautiful sensation of the hot, rich, satisfying blood that was coursing through her mouth and down her throat as yours. What a way to come back from the brink of nothingness. Her strength was slowly waxing and her senses began to creep up, but the wounds she had endured were becoming more and more fitful in the fight to heal. Your blood was vigorous and relentless and Alcina knew when the dam burst, the pain and brutal retaking of her body would be unpleasant at best.

And that moment was now.

Like an army breaking through battle lines, Alcina's body, at the mercy and aid of your blood, began to heal and reanimate itself with ferocity. Yanking her head back from wherever she had been feeding off you, Alcina cried out as the excruciating sensation of being reborn pummeled every sense in her body. It burned. It itched. It spasmed. It cracked and broke and then spilled out and over into a soothing warmth and numbness as some normalcy seeped back in.

With fluttering lids, she opened her eyes to see every face that was near and dear to her heart.

You. Her daughters. Donna. Dmitri. Angie. And, yes, even Heisenberg.

Bela, with the help of her sisters, scooted Alcina back towards the wall and sat her upright there. The three of them fawned over her through quiet whimpering relief as they clung to her with secure embraces.

"Shhh, Sunt aici. Sunt aici," she cooed, "iubitele mele, suntem cu toții aici."

(Shhh... I'm here. I'm here - my loves, we are all here.)

As you were being aided by Donna quickly wrapping your arm with a tight bandage, Alcina's slate colored eyes found yours and she offered you the most endearing smile you think you had ever seen in your life. It was a knowing smile. A proud smile. A smile that wordlessly said thank you in a way no language on the planet could express.

"Looong live The Real HBIC!" Angie shouted, accompanied by a short celebratory dance, "Woooooo yeah! That's what I'm talkin' 'bout! Now when the fuck can we go kick the rest of the smelly ass down here?!"

Well, the tender moment was short lived.

"Ang, please," Donna huffed, trying her best to stifle her smile, "Alcina still needs more nourishment and we need the rest of a plan."

"I'm with Angie," Karl butted in, giving Alcina a tip of his hat, "we got hot shot mind melter and our Matriarch back, let's go whoop some ass."

It wasn't so much bickering as it was very energetic clashing of ideas, but as they all spoke above you animatedly, you and Alcina once more stole calm, loving glances at the other through Donna shoving more blood bags in her face to drink and her daughters clinging to her for dear life, until a clobbering sound from the other stairwell shot everything into a halt.

Unceremoniously came a plump, sheepishly hunched figure from the shadows.

Salvatore Moreau slowly slipped into the light and the sound that followed had everyone rattled to the bone.

The throaty, shrill shriek had come from none other than Donna herself.

The tiny brunette had sprung from the floor and charged the vampire in question, pinning him to the wall as she bore her teeth in utter fury; "TRAITOR!" She screamed, her hand around his throat with nails threatening to pierce his flesh, "YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS WITH YOUR LIFE! I KNOW YOU AIDED MIRANDA - I KNOW YOUR FILTHY LITTLE HANDS HAVE BEEN ALL OVER THIS TREACHERY AND I PROMISE TO MAKE YOU PAY FOR EVERY DISCRETION UNDER THE SUN!"

During Donna's rage, Angie had donned perhaps the most psychotic look of glee any of them had ever seen. Even Karl was a little unnerved as he watched the whole thing unfold. Alcina had risen from the floor, and she too had now a look of murder on her stoic face. Dmitri had joined her side and you were watching quite unsure what to do with yourself next to the wall.

"Please!" He squeaked, holding up his hands shakily, "Please, just wait! I have information! Information about Miranda! The mutants! I come in truce!! I have information you need if you want to win this war!"

Donna snarled even louder as she sunk her claws into his neck, "Why should I believe you?!"

"Because! Because! I - I realize - I realize I made a huge mistake! I chose the wrong side! PLEASE you must trust me!"

Karl carefully and hesitantly nudged the deranged looking Angie, "you uh... wanna do something about your sister?"

Angie's big eyes glanced at Karl momentarily, "oh... oh yeah!"

And she was off like a bolt, knife in hand accompanied by a cackle.

"No, n-not like that!" he huffed, dropping his head to rub at at exasperatedly, "I meant to stooop her from killing him, not help - oh Jesus fucking Christ what's the use." he muttered to himself.

Now Salvatore was at the mercy of two very deadly Beneviento sisters. His face showed every ounce of his dread as his big beady eyes shot from one sister's face to the next, knees quivering as he swallowed with struggle.

"P-please, please, listen... I want to help," he swallowed once more through Donna's claws and Angie's knife pressed to his jugular.

Donna was still seething but paused, taking time to calculate and reason with her own rage before clicking her tongue loudly, "Alcina? Your call."

You blinked hastily as you watched with eagerness, noticing the very elegant and nonchalant movements of Alcina as she folded her arms over her chest.

"Bring him to me."

She commanded with a dominance that made you weak in the knees.

He was yanked from the wall, drug to Alcina and thrown at her feet. He showed no signs of struggle or the urge to flee for his life, which in your humble opinion, would have been a smart move.

Alcina glowered down at him and pursed her lips, looking more and more like herself as the minutes passed.

She placed her hands on her hips swiftly which made him jerk in fear, but she remained unmoved, "it's a little late in the game to be switching sides, don't you think?" she snapped.

"My Lady," he quivered, bowing his head sharply, "please, My Lady, I am a coward and I will not deny it. Mother Miranda offered me falsity. Her lies I thought were truths became apparent the moment she made her move. It is never too late to redeem oneself from the side of tyranny. Please, let me tell you what I know, you will not defeat her otherwise."

"You seem awfully sure of this," Alcina bit.

"That is because, as Donna has said, I have been part of this from the beginning."

Silence permeated the area once more as all focus went to Alcina. Her eyes never left the sniveling man at her feet.

"Then speak."

The next several minutes was a verbal vomit of information that had everyone pretty fucking shocked.

Mother Miranda, in her psychotic search for perfection, had begun breeding and mutating parasites nearly ten years ago to infect fledglings to whatever end to make them into the mindless, deadly, stealth machines that had invaded their city. Salvatore explained her brutal trial and errors and the horrific mutations that had gone wrong and how simply she discarded vampire after vampire like a broken toy. How that when she had perfected the mutation to her liking as it stood now, she infected herself with the queen parasite DNA that gave her the complete control over the hive-mind of the vampires she controlled. When she is at her peak strength and ability, they are the deadliest creatures known to any vampire or lycan imaginable. But therein lies the Achilles heel to this creation.

"I had hypothesized it well enough in my own mind, but it wasn't until I realized you," he stated, nodding to you in the midst of everyone else, "had escaped and in the attempt wounded Mother Miranda, that the so-called hive mind did in fact falter. If Mother Miranda is vanquished, they become unarmed. They will have had their tie to their very reason for existence severed, hence, they will have no direction and they will quite literally be living statues. So, in order to win this fight, you must keep Miranda's strength at a bare minimum. You must keep her down. Otherwise, at full strength, there will be none left alive in the underground."

Once more, Salvatore's eyes returned to you, "whatever you have done to her, she is still recovering. In all my many years of serving Mother, I have never seen any foe deal such damage the way you have," his focus went back to Alcina, "but she is recovering, that is the part that is the most important. If you want to win this you need to act quickly and hastily. Your lycans and vampires have done much damage to many mutants, but at their best, ten of your men cannot best even one of them."

Not even fifteen seconds had passed before Karl was clapping and rubbing his hands together eagerly, "Aight, so, lessss go?" he gestured shamelessly towards the staircase.

"Not without more of a plan," Dmitri growled, "if Miranda is getting stronger we can't run out there guns blazing the way you like it, we'll start losing too many too fast."

Alcina sucked the last drop of blood from the last pack and threw it aside with a sharp sigh, "We haven't the time for planning. I need to find Miranda and bring her down."

"You can't do that alone," Donna added, "please let Angie and I help you."

"No, I need you both in the field - Angie I need your stealthy expertise to be the eyes and ears for the troops, can you do that?"

Angie nodded, "fuck yeah."

"Heisenberg, I need you, your men, and your explosives rigged in the best and most efficient way possible when that bitch begins to falter. Can you do that?"

"Roger!"

"Dmitri, I need you and your men ready to back up the lycans in their wave of attacks and whatever tricks lie in that brilliant military brain of yours, can I count on you?"

"Always, My Lady."

Alcina's eyes skimmed over you with a wink and settled on Donna and her girls, "and you three... I want Ethan and Mia captured. Alive. Make that happen."

Her daughters beamed with a wicked glint in their eyes, "yes mother," they all replied.

"Karl, arm them to the teeth."

Grabbing his chest in the most dramatic way possible, Karl staggered back and looked up at Alcina with a silent gasp, "y-you called me Karl! Oh my god, did y'all hear that? She called me Karl. See that? Near death experiences change a person. It's like she likes me or something."

Alcina narrowed her eyes, "keep it up and I won't like you again."

Karl beamed and straightened his hat.

Donna was still less than sold.

"I don't want you facing her by yourself."

"You'll be doing something much more important for me," Alcina smiled warmly, "you'll be protecting her," she motioned over to you.

You almost did a double take, "uh, sorry, not to be disrespectful but no, I'm coming with you."

"Like hell you are," Alcina retorted furrowing her brows, "this vampire in question is hellaciously unpredictable and deadly -"

"And off her rocker - yeah I know," you interrupted, "we've met personally and I escaped her."

Her face dropped cold, "you what?"

"Yeah, you haven't been brought up to speed!" Karl waltzed over, shouldering you playfully, "your fae-bae here escaped Miranda's sticky lil fingers after mind blasting her ass - pretty impressive if I do say so myself. I got first hand experience with her magick when she helped me fight off a mutant before we came and saved you. I uh, I'd reconsider taking the nuclear bombshell with ya," he winked at you, "two hell cats are better than one, baby! AND she's got a legion of crows at her command or some shit, that's how we blacked out the silo."

"Oh shit!" you exclaimed, remembering you'd not released your crows from their post, "and technically, they're called a murder."

Smirking at Karl you jutted to your right, hopped your way over the rubble of the blown blockade and peered up into the silo. It was still completely dark and you smiled, "you all did wonderful!" you shouted up to them, your voice carrying loud and clear, "thank you Ebony, Ash, Onyx, Noir, Sidda, and Shade! Please get home safely and be warm!"

Their caws echoed down to you and one by one they took to the sky, leaving a remaining brightness from the clear sky now that the sun had passed.

When you returned to the hall, Karl was shaking his head with his arms folded over his chest.

"Named every one of 'em, did ya?"

You returned his grin, "and?"

Alcina's eyes went from Karl to you, back to him and then you again before she was able to really collect herself. There was a lot to digest right at this moment. She had to choose wisely as to what she was ready to take a bite of. The crow issue was last on her list, you and your powers were at the top of it, screaming.

The two of you had only briefly spoken about the changes you were going through before Donna showed up and everything promptly fell apart. She didn't want to believe you had grown so much and she'd missed it all, but she more less wanted to believe you weren't strong enough to go with her, risking your safety if it wasn't necessary.

"Draga..." she stated softly, "this is... this is not a danger I want you anywhere near ever again."

You watched as her hands carefully rested on your shoulders, eying you in that beautifully desperate way.

"Uhm... Mother?"

Came a voice you'd not heard before.

"Poate nu ar trebui să te îndoiești de ea. Cum ai încredere în noi acum, poate că ar trebui să-i dai la fel." Cassandra stated with a knowing smile.

(Maybe you should not doubt her. As you trust us now, perhaps you should give her the same.)

Man, you needed to learn Romanian.

Whatever her daughter had said gave Alcina great pause. The smile she gave Cassandra made you smile by proxy, it was so genuine and soft.

Taking one last look at you, Alcina dropped her hands and turned to gather everyone's attention.

"I have faith in all of you. Go, quickly. Make this a battle that will be painted in remembrance for whatever outcome lies ahead of us. Let our valiance and spite be known. Violently."

She turned back to Donna and took a deep breath, "I would like you to make use of Moreau. If he makes one move you don't like, kill him. But if he is truly set to redeem himself, use whatever knowledge he has and exploit it to our every advantage."

Donna nodded somberly, "and... you are off to find Miranda?"

"Yes," Alcina smiled, "and I won't be going alone."

Two sets of beautiful eyes from two beautiful women now rested on you.

#alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu/female reader #alcina dimitrescu/original female character #alcina dimitrescu/reader #lesbian #f/f #fanfic #wlw #fic #donna beneviento #karl heisenberg #salvatore moreau #cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #tw self harm

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mysteryshoptls · 1 year

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SR Jamil Viper Masquerade Dress Personal Story: Part 2

"With a little ingenuity"

(Part 1) Part 2

[City of Flowers]

―Topsy Turvy Festival, free-roam time

Jamil: Fascinating, there's still a lot to see here at the festival venue. I'm glad to have this free time to myself.

Jamil: I still have some time before the big show… Now, what should I do first?

???: Sh-Shoot… It feels like I'm about to drop everything.

Jamil: Hm? Oh that’s…

Jamil: Deuce… What are you doing, trying to balance all those little boxes in your arms?

Deuce: Ah, Viper-senpai! …Ack, oops, that was close! Oh, these? I bought a ton of gifts for everyone back in my dorm.

Jamil: Well, I see that, but… Why are you carrying them all by hand? You said you prepared a bag for them, right?

Deuce: Uhhh… Yeah, I did bring one but, I got it caught on a corner of one of the buildings and it ripped...

Jamil: Sigh… As a fellow representative of the same school, seeing you look so ungainly like that is pretty embarrassing. Here, I'll let you borrow this.

Deuce: This… is a scarf, though. What do I need it for?

Jamil: Just put a few of your gifts in the middle of the scarf.

Deuce: O-Okay. Here's a box of cookies and caramels, and a jam jar. Oh, and the pencil I received from Ashengrotto-senpai!

Deuce: And then I also have this shirt I bought for myself… But it looks like it won't fit. I'll hold on to this for now.

Jamil: If this is all you have, it should all fit. Then, you take the four corners of the scarf and twist and tie them like this…

Deuce: Oh, the tied-up ends of the scarf around the boxes became like a handle… Oh wow, it's like a bag!!

Jamil: If you carry it like this, you'll have your hands free, and you shouldn't have to worry about dropping anything.

Deuce: Thank you very much… This is a huge life-saver! Please let me buy you some juice as thanks.

Jamil: Don't worry about it. I don't need you to treat me for something like this.

Deuce: No, no, it'd be my pleasure… Uh, huh? The zipper on my wallet's stuck… Hrrrrnghh!

Jamil: If you try to pull it by force, you'll break it. I don't want to watch all your coins go everywhere when that happens. Give it to me.

Jamil: Guess I could use the cotton swabs and the paper soap here. I'll rub them together and transfer the grease from the soap onto the cotton swab.

Jamil: Then, I just have to rub the cotton swab against the part of the zipper that's catching…

Deuce: Woah, it opened… Thank you very much!

Deuce: I can't believe you could use that paper soap and cotton swabs like this. And I definitely didn't think that a scarf could be used for a bag.

Deuce: It's just like you said at the Mystery Shop about just needing a little bit of ingenuity.

???: Heeey, Jamil! Deuce!

Jamil: Hm? That voice…

Grim: Look, I got 5 scoops of ice cream! Ain't it cool!?

[trips]

Grim: Ah! Oh no, it's falling…! Fnyaaaaaaaa!!

[ice cream goes flying]

Deuce: Aaah! The ice cream is coming this way!!

Deuce: Huh? My clothes aren't dirty?

Deuce: Did you protect us from the ice cream with magic, Viper-senpai? Wh-Whew.

Deuce: Hey, Grim, that was really close!

Grim: My… My ice cream～ I didn't even get to have a single bite… Nyaaaa～～!

Grim: Then… I just gotta go an eat [Yuu]'s, then!

Deuce: Man, he's not listening at all… Huh? Ack!

Deuce: A drop of chocolate ice cream got on the shirt I was holding, and now there's a brown stain… What should I do?

Jamil: Let me see… Hm, something as small as this, I should be able to do something about it.

Deuce: Really!?

Jamil: Yeah. This time, I'll use a scarf, the paper soap, the cotton swabs… Pretty much everything I brought.

Jamil: I'll place the scarf under the shirt, and lather up the stained part of the shirt with a wet paper soap.

Jamil: Then, I'll gently dab it with the cotton swab…

Deuce: ! Woah, the stain is disappearing!!

Jamil: By dabbing the cotton swab into the stain, I'm able to transfer it to the scarf. That should be enough of a temporary fix.

Deuce: Wow. You just used normal everyday objects to fix problem after problem…

Deuce: You just keep saving my hide, Viper-senpai. I'll treat you to not just one bottle of juice, but a whole case!

Jamil: I'm not going to be able to drink that much juice at once, you know…

Jamil: Don't worry about it, really. In fact, I'd rather you just stay out of trouble when you're around me.

Jamil: Also, compared to usual… This sort of thing's pretty trivial.

Jamil: This event is really nice and calming. I'm looking forward to whatever comes next, too.

Deuce: As long as you're here, Viper-senpai, no matter what happens, I bet we'll all be able to enjoy both the festival and the masquerade

Jamil: Sure, but it'd be best if nothing troublesome actually happens.

(Part 1) Part 2

#twisted wonderland #twst #jamil viper #deuce spade #twst jamil #twst deuce #twst grim #twst translation #twst glorious masquerade #mention: azul #mention: yuu

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liviavanrouge · 7 months

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Friendly Brawl

Trey: *Chuckles then flinches in shock as the ground started to shake*

Student A: WH-WHAT'S GOING ON??!

Student B: WHY IS THE GROUND SHAKING??!

Lilia: *Turns and laughs* BE CAREFUL YOU TWO!!

Trey: *Turns and freezes, his eyes widening* Huh!!?

Livia and Malleus: *Brawling not too far from them, throwing hands with each other*

Trey: PIPSQUEAK!

Lilia: She's fine Trey, Malleus trained her to fight himself so her punches can hit hard when she does eventually end up fighting others

Trey: But-

Lilia: Relax, relax, these usually end with her winning or a draw

Trey: SHE CAN WIN AGAINST HIM?!

Malleus: *Dodges Livias punch, punching her in the stomach*

Livia: *Hits the ground then bounces up and lands on her feet, rushing Malleus with her body low to the ground*

Trey: THEY'RE ACTUALLY FIGHTING!

Lilia: Yes, I know.

Trey: ...Livia fights differently

Lilia: She's half jaguar, she's gonna fight like one, it's instinct for them

Livia: *Dodges a punch to her shoulder, weaving around Malleus then slashing his cheek then arm*

Lilia: Livias in her Beast Mode, so she needs physical fist to claw training.....or else she'll loose control of that side

Trey: This is normal then?

Lilia: Yep! Very! Don't worry I scold them after this!

Malleus and Livia: *Grapples across the ground, their eyes narrowed at the other*

Malleus: Aren't you too young to be hurting your elders?

Livia: Aren't you too old to be fighting a child, Mister so called future king?

Malleus: *Laughs and slams Livia down, putting her into a chokehold*

Livia: *Kicks her feet then sharpens her fangs, sinking them into Malleus' arm and forcing him to release her*

Malleus: *Shakes his arm off, looking unbothered by the bite* Gonna come at me?

Livia: *Leaps at a tree and pushes off, slamming into his shoulder and knocking him over, the two tumbling across the ground in a mess of fist and claws*

Trey: This is.....crazy!

Lilia: But needed for Livia to survive, Malleus himself knows that as well...

Lilia: But they have a lot of fun!

Livia and Malleus: *Laughs, grinning at each other, clashing again in a mess of claws and fists*

Trey: When does this end?

Lilia: At sunset, these two can go on for hours

Trey: WHAT??!

---

Livia: *Lay's asleep in Malleus' arms, her chest gently rising in falling*

Malleus: *Carries her, a proud smile on his face* Ah, you've gotten better Beastie...

Lilia: Malleus!

Trey: That...was crazy...

Malleus: Apologies, I knew she wanted a training brawl because she took a swipe at my neck

Lilia: That's fine, but you know what happens next right?

Malleus: *Sighs* Yes...

Trey: *Blinks, wondering how scary Lilia's scolding could be*

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eldritch-spouse · 2 years

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Hello darling Pinnie

Remember that really lovely thing you wrote about Breg calling you ✨️ just to hear your voice ✨️? How would that go reversed? Like he's out doing something and gets a surprise phone call from his horny roommate who's clearly touching herself?

[In his wet dreams, hah. Sorry it's short.]

He didn't expect the call at all.

Usually, when Breg's not home, you don't really make a fuss about it. If anything, you might even want more time apart from the breeder. Which saddens Breg to think about, truly, but he supposes he understands. He can be a bit clingy.

Nonetheless, the hand-me-down phone you got him rings in the pocket of a pair of sweatpants he basically forced himself to slip on just to go outside. It's an old phone, but the breeder loves it anyway, because it was yours once, and it's a gift from his mate!

He knows it's you calling him because the monster only has a handful of contacts in it, and yours has a special ringtone.

To say he fishes it out of his pocket in a blur is an understatement. He's so excited to talk to you that he nearly crushes the poor thing. The stranger next to him in the hygiene isle gives him a judgmental stare when he makes a noise like a chirped squeal.

" Angel! " Breg happily greets, maybe a bit too loudly.

What could you be calling him for anyway? Oh who is he kidding, he's too happy to care.

" Hey Breg... " Comes your much more low-energy reply.

His tail swats around happily while he slips the toothpaste into his cart. " Is everything alright? How was your day? Do you want me to make dinner tonight? "

There's a sound like a quiet snort from your end. " No. No, I got dinner for us already. " You assure. " I'm... Doing okay. " Doesn't sound like it to him.

" Are you sure? You sound a bit down right now. " He voices as much, wandering into another isle, more than a bit distracted.

" I'm... Breg, why aren't you home? "

Why isn't he home? He likes the sound of that. It's as if it makes you sad that he's not around. That makes Breg very happy.

" O-Oh, about that... " The breeder fumbles. " I- I had nothing to do, and I saw the shopping list you put up on the fridge... It's a little hard to read, but- But I thought I'd do something nice and get that done. "

He can hear movement from your side, like you're shifting things around, cleaning around maybe.

" Oh sweetie, you didn't have to! "

Sweetie... Sweetie! Breg's tail sways so hard he accidentally whacks someone with it, quickly turning around and murmuring a fast apology.

" I just want you to relax a bit more, you always look so tired when you come home. " The monster sighs.

" That's very nice of you. You're always so sweet to me, Breg. Honestly, I think you deserve a reward. " The shifting gets louder, only now does he pick up on a slightly more pronounced breathing pattern. Odd, but he's far from bothered by it right now.

" Ahah, don't mention it... " He cranes his neck, holding the phone between his shoulder and head as he reaches for the egg carton on the top shelf.

" You're a good boy, aren't you Breg? "

Breg tenses so hard he nearly drops the fragile package, standing frozen in the middle of the isle as a cerulean tint spreads on his face. Where's this coming from?

" Wh- What? "

" I said, you're a good boy, aren't you? " He bites his lip, hearing you gasp. " You're my good boy, right? "

Oh fuck.

No way. No fucking way. You're actually touching yourself.

" A-Angel... " Breg's pants suddenly feel a lot more bothersome. He parks the cart somewhere.

" Answer me, where are your manners? " You chastise, every word a taunting purr.

" Yes- Yes, I am! " That's part of what he wants to be for you, out of a lot of things. Part of his brain is still catching up with the situation, beyond delighted that you'd do something so gross out of your own volition.

You make a subtle moan and Breg gulps, choking back his own noise of want.

" Angel- " He tries again, looking around to make sure he's not being watched. " Are you... Are you touching yourself? "

Silence reigns. In that moment, nothing exists in Breg's world aside from your voice.

" What if I am, Breg? " There's a pause. " What if I'm laying on your bed right now, fingering myself and soaking your sheets? "

That just about has the breeder steaming. He whimpers out loud like a dog that can't reach its favorite treat. " I... " He doesn't have words.

" Do you mind that? I just think your bed is so comfortable and I- " Another inhale. " Thought I'd help myself to it. It'd be better if I had one of your fat cocks in me. "

Breg's grip on the handle of his cart is so tight that the material creaks beneath his hold. The sound jolts the breeder into looking down, spotting himself already rocking a noticeable tent to his pants. Fuck, he has to go somewhere, he can't just stand here like an idiot and make a scene. Abandoning the shopping cart entirely, the large monster starts sprinting past confused bystanders and basically slams himself into a random bathroom stall, uncaring of who else might be in the others.

" What was that all about? " There's a hint of humor in your tone.

" N-Nothing. " The monster quickly excuses. " Be louder, I want to hear everything. "

" Ahahn, pervert. " You hum, to which Breg almost retorts. " You went somewhere so you can beat off, didn't you? "

Drat, is he really that obvious? Nonetheless, the pale monster's pants are already down to his knees as a hand wraps around one of his lengths with little fanfare. His filter is gone.

" Can- Can you hump my pillow? " He pants.

There's a moment of silence from your end, perhaps shock. " ... You'll wash it later, right? "

" O-Of course I will! " Lies, he's going to shove his face in it and get high. "I just think it'd be really- Please, do it. "

" Such manners. " There's shifting, and he practically glows with joy knowing that you're ruining his bed. He wishes he was there to catch you in the act.

Lust has him spiraling, hand furiously pumping himself, head tossing back as the sheer arousal of knowing what you're up to makes waves of heat eat him alive. " Gh fuck- You're so hot. You're so fucking hot, I want to bury my face in your cunt, please tell me when you're close. "

The tone in his voice must be doing wonders for you, because you make high-pitched whimpers whenever he so much as growls a word out. " Ahn- You sound mad. " His mate jokes.

" That's because I am. " Breg nearly chokes in his own drool. " I'm furious you haven't done this sooner, I'm fucking livid you haven't dragged me away to fuck the brains out of you yet. That's all I want, I just- I just want to be yours. Why haven't you let me breed you yet and then you do this? It's like... "

It's like you enjoy denying him.

" What if I did let you? Huh? "

Breg cums abruptly, hard enough to rip a thunderous snarl out of him. Something someone definitely heard. The breeder's hips tense and slam upwards while he rides out his sudden orgasm, tongue lolling.

" Wha-? No fair, you should have waited for me! " He hears you pant faintly.

" I'm coming home. " He croaks, clumsily wiping himself clean and leaving the stall in a horribly depraved state. If anyone gives him weird stares, the breeder's beyond caring.

" B-But the shopping- "

" No. I'm coming home. "

The way you stutter and breathe faster has a nasty little smirk curling his lips up.

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