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hoshigray · 8 days

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This is my first time requesting something but HEAR ME OUT, "Slow Cuddle-fucking with og Sukuna while he is holding (and caressing) Reader (His wife) tightly and praising her (with him having size(difference) and breeding kink) oneshot please please please PLEASESSS😭

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: NAH CUZ I SEE THE VISION, HOLD ON–

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: true form! Sukuna x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - size difference - monster-fucking (he got 2 dicks, y'all) - double penetration; anal and vaginal - spooning dp position - breast fondling + nipple play - breeding kink - clitoral play (pinching and swiping) - dacryphilia - pet names ([little]dove, good girl, my wife, woman) - soft! kuna, but not too OOC - mention of drool/spit and tears.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.5k

“Stay still, woman…Mmnnn, good girl, nice and easy…”

It’s not a rarity for Sukuna to have his hands on you as you two slept through the night. After all, he is the King of Curses; asking permission to touch his is beneath him. You were made for him to hold – sculpted for his cursed hands to touch – everyone else was far behind or had no standing compared to your demonic husband. And with you both sharing a futon every night, who’s supposed to tell him to keep his hands to himself?

You, his little spouse, knew of this. Marrying the King of Curses was something you never imagined would happen — let alone falling in love with the giant man! You’ve always had dreams of becoming a sweet little partner to someone; for that to be fulfilled by the cursed man who could kill thousands in the blink of an eye is astounding.

And, of course, being a wife entails all the duties accompanying the package. Especially now, as you two lie together on the floor, nude bodies nestled close on the futon above the tatami floor, and your naked figure trembling from the insertion of one of Sukuna’s paired cock. And your heart drops at the second one brushing up against the crevice of your ass when he pushes the one inside your throbbing, velvety channel.

“Mmmph…! Sukuna, no,” you whined, your butt inching away from the second member. “I can’t handle both—“

“Don’t lie; you’ve done it before and did it well,” a hand brings your waist to him. “Or maybe I should just have one of the concubines take care of me, seeing as though my own wife is neglecting their duties.”

He wouldn’t do that; Sukuna’s interest in his insignificant mistresses had long been diminished once he took you up as his bride, practically collecting dust as he hadn’t visited them since you shared a bed with him. Now, he uses them as tools to probe you. And he has to hold back the mischievous snicker when your eyes widen with anxiousness, wrapping your arms around his neck in desperation.

“N–No, please!” You pleaded; it was the only sufficient approach. “I’ll be good to you, I promise!”

The four-eyed curse scoffs. “Then do what you’re supposed to,” Each crimson orb takes in information about your bashful expression, “And attend to your husband like a wife should.”

Further complaints cease at his command, so you quiet down and arch your behind to him submissively. Sukuna takes your initiation with his hungry bottom hand on your ass, squeezing the flesh as you guide his other dick to your lubed asshole. With a hum, he pushes himself and forces you to take his cocks with your bottom, needing a few seconds to breathe when your holes reach the base of his members.

“Good girl,” he says to your ear to make you shudder, and he lifts your leg with the hand that finished groping your asscheek. “Obeying me so well like always…”

He begins to move without a signal, slowly pulling himself in and out of your warm wetness that coats his length with your slick. You can’t help but grip the girth limbs that massage your insides, involuntarily throbbing on them with shaky breaths.

“Mmmaah, ohhhmyG—Mmm!” Speech isn’t easy, even with his upper left hand cupping your cheeks. And your brows furrow as the upper right sneaks to grope a breast. “Faaahh, Suk..una, I’m too full already…”

“Mmm? Is that so?” Sukuna asks with a patronizing tone, licking the helix of your ear to hear you gasp. “But we’ve barely started yet, my wife. Don’t bore me before I can enjoy you yet.”

His hips go at a gradual cadence that has you keening a mess, the sensation of the veins of his cocks felt by the walls of your holes. You howl silently, not wanting to make too much noise.

But that doesn’t fly with your husband, speaking to your ear with that hoarse voice. Almost has you melting as he squishes with your cheeks, “Let it out, princess,” he commands. “I want to hear that voice; don’t you dare hide that from me.”

Fuck, the way you felt on his dicks was so fucking good, having the cursed behemoth burrow his face into the cubby of your neck. Slow kisses on your skin segway to sucks that should mark for later. He could never get enough of how small you were up against him. His giant palm swallowed your tit, your ass bouncing with every thrust, and how damn tight you were as you accommodated the two members making your entrances busy.

Goddamn it, he bites his lip, dialing up the speed of his ruts a bit. Scratching your inner walls has you squeaking louder, unable to stop yourself when he grinds his hips after a sudden grim pound. So warm and snug for him as if you were meant for him. He knew you were meant for him — taking his huge, fat shafts with no objections, just arching your back further so the sensation could be more pleasurable like the loyal, little pet you are. “Hmngh…! Yeah, just like that, little dove; keep clenching around me like that…”

Restraint was gone long ago, letting your voice and shrieks fly out and fill the quiet bedroom. The sound of his skin shaking against your ass, the heat of your cheeks making it hard to think, and the shivers crawling your spine with every graze to your sweet spots. Everything feels like a haze, your brain too clouded to think outside this moment.

And then you sense the hand on your breast let go, slithering down to your unattended clitoris, which has your eyes shoot wide as your demon husband presses down. “—Khhff! Nooo, ‘Kunaa, you mustn’t…!”

He lifts a brow with a grin; you dare question him? “And why shouldn’t I?” He pinches the delicate bud, resulting in a scream sneaking past your lips. “Hmm? Plead for yourself.”

“Becau—Ahhh! Mmmm, I’ll cum. I’m gonna cumm…”

“Then don’t,” Sukuna doesn’t remove his digits playing with your clit, and the hand on your chin pulls your face to look at him. “Cum without my permission, and I’ll make sure to not be so kind next time...” His words carry a warning filling your bones with apprehension, yet his soft lips greet yours and he hums into your mouth. The kiss serves as a distraction from his thick digits gently swiping on the pearl.

The rhythm of his hips, however, increases in speed and prompts more moans to be taken by Sukuna. Drool trickles down your lips, same with tears that welled up earlier from the insertion of his girth inside your ass. Your eyes roll at the jab to your silky walls, breaking the sweet yet passionate kiss to cry out as your husband’s fat balls smack your ass.

“—Ooooo, fuuuck, I can’t,” your eyelids shield your vision, using the rest of your senses to indulge in this euphoric pleasure. “‘Kuna, I’m so close, so—Ooohh!”

“Me too…Ghhh! Shit, me too…” Sukuna presses his hot face to yours when you throw it back, licking the tears off your sweaty skin. You looked so stunning like this, all disheveled and immodest because of him. “Gonna take my load, huh?” He licks the sweat off your shoulder and bites when you don’t respond. “Answer me, Y/n.”

“—Ahhh, yes!”

That’s not enough. “I said,” he pinches your clit again as he gives slow yet rough ruts to your holes. And he can tell by your twitching that you’re doing everything in our power not to come. “Answer me.”

Holy shit, this was borderline torture. “Mmmph! OhhhLord, ‘Kunaaa, I want you to fill me up. Pleasee, pleasepleaseee, I wanna be full; wanna be all ‘round and fat with your child…!”

“Keh, dumb pet; who said I wanted a brat, huh?” He scoffs, yet you can hear the groan as he licks and sucks on your neck while squishing your hot, tear-stricken cheeks. “Fine then; go on and cum with me. So damn needy for my seed…”

Sukuna brings your chin for another steamy kiss, his lower left hand holding yours as his pelvis goes at an irregular pace. Your muffled shrills are taken by feisty lips, teeth clashing with his fangs before sucking on his tongue, and the upper left hand releases your chin to caress your chest once more, tweezing the nipple along with swipes to your clit.

Release gradually creeps up your shaky frame, crying to his mouth when your chasm and anus pucker around the lengths that graze your walls with the tips. Sukuna is not too far behind you, pumping his load into you with a few harsh plunges, making your contracting cunt and rear full of his hot and thick semen. The lower right hand propping your leg up leaves soft kneads on your inner thigh, hoisting it up further so his shafts are deep enough until his pulsing balls meet your ass.

You withdrew from his lips to breathe, your figure quivering through the aftershocks, and your slit and asshole still flutter around his girths. And you mewl when he kisses your cheek and temple.

“Mmm, that’s my princess,” he purrs while placing your leg down to massage your waist. “Such a good dove…”

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satoruhour · 10 months

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SEVEN DAYS A WEEK !

a/n: if u saw my post b4 — no u didnt. n*sfw under the cut

wc: 3.1k

✶ MONDAY

(somnophilia, oral / cunnilingus, pussy slapping, fingering, clit stimuation, implied overstim)

“start of the work week, huh?” gojo’s hands are slow on your sleeping form, trailing from your chest to your thighs, kneading at it as he pulls away from your embrace gently. he can’t help but place small kisses along your skin, manoeuvring you onto your back. it’s cute how you naturally spread your legs for him. “need to show my darlin’ how much i’ll miss her tomorrow.”

he’s mumbling to no one, admiring your peaceful form in the early morning that hasn’t even bared the sun yet, getting a whiff of your scent before he’s tracing a finger over your thighs. he brings his finger closer to your cunt, a wet spot already formed on the fabric; satoru slyly smiles — you always get wet easily in the morning.

peeling away your underwear, his breath fans over your needy pussy and gojo doesn’t miss the way you twitch. he blows a little at your core, smiling when you whine and shift in your sleep, and it’s reason enough for him to dig in. he licks a slow stripe from bottom to top, collecting your slick on his tongue, your legs opening to get more of him.

slowly, gojo sucks at your clit, breathing through his nose while he takes his rightful place between your legs, eyes occasionally flicking up to catch the moment you’re waking up. but when you do, it’s with soft whimpers and languid pleas, words slurring as you come to find satoru slobbering over your pussy. your hands unconsciously fly to his hair, moaning loudly when he hums into your sex.

“feel good?” gojo murmurs, a hand teasing the skin beside your sensitive areas before he’s plunging a finger into you. he groans at how your walls wrap around his lone finger, increasing his ministrations by the second when you whimper out s’good that it’s got him mindlessly eating you out, letting out moans now and then from how you tug on his hair.

he’s got you cumming easily when he inserts a second, back arching with whispers of satoru on your lips, and you think he’s going to have some mercy unlike other mondays, but your head sinks deeper into the pillow when gojo starts to lap at your dripping cunt again, sensitivity at its peak when he laughs into your core.

“it’s the start of a new week,” satoru chuckles when he lands a few wet smacks on your pussy and your body shakes with the impact, “gotta be sure my baby knows how much she’s loved.”

✶ TUESDAY

(phone sex, m masturbation, gojo has the hots for your voice, dirty talk)

it was a day-long mission for gojo, sent to hokkaido in the late morning that within an hour of him leaving, you’re already texting him and making jokes that remain unanswered and you’re left to your own devices until the evening comes around that you get a call.

“didn’t they say the curse would come out at night?” you mumble, mindlessly stirring the soup in the pot while satoru on the line just sighs. you think it’s fatigue, but it’s entirely different on gojo’s end. he explains how the curse never attacked at night in the first place — the ability to create a mini veil was all it took for you to understand. the villagers think it’s night, while they’re left vulnerable in the daytime that they think they’re safe in.

you huff, wanting to ask more but you’re cut off by satoru who asks about your day and who seems… strangely winded. “ well, if you really wanna know…” your voice trails off when you’re telling him what went on today, hearing the other get progressively breathy on the other end.

“’toru? you okay?” maybe he was in the mission right now, fighting with you on the line, but that’s out of the picture when a soft moan leaves his mouth.

you see, satoru was a filthy guy, obsessed with the way you spoke that he just had to pull out his cock that’s half-hard when you talked on about that annoying neighbour who hung his laundry in your side of the flat, or even how you put too much sugar in the soup despite gojo not being there. the cadence of your voice, paired with your sweet words.

“yeah? and then what happened?” he’s shamelessly asks you with a breathy whimper, hands squeezing around his cock so warmly he wishes it was yours. you didn’t even hear the zip of his pants but you’re switching off the stove instantly, listening at the edge of your seat to the slick wet noises that increase in frequency.

“and then i’ll talk until my cute boyfriend cums like a little virgin,” you giggle when he groans into the receiver at having been found out, fist moving faster around his cock until it’s the only thing you can hear. it’s so attractive, having gojo satoru fucking his hand in some hokkaido hotel, beads of sweat probably dripping down his head at not having you there.

“wish this was your mouth, baby…” gojo whines out, a mixture of “fuck’s” and your name flooding the line and you’re just telling him what else you’d do to him, maybe i’ll swirl my tongue ’round your tip, ’toru, take your cock all the way down my throat, hm?

you grin when all you can hear is the still of his fist and a loud, sultry moan on the other end. ah, you loved it.

✶ WEDNESDAY

(69-ing, oral (m and f receiving), clit stimulation, calls u ‘slut’ and ‘whore’, fingering, deepthroating, cumming down throat)

“filthy slut, hm?” you’re rolling your eyes, tugging on the dick in your hand while gojo just yelps, laughing in surrender. “okay, okay, i’ll shut up and eat my girl’s pussy like she deserves it.” even when you go back to stroking his still hardening cock, your lover is admiring the leak of your juices from your cunt, dripping so viscously onto his chest.

“satoru, it’s not going to eat i—” gojo always liked to pull you in, and then make you speechless instantly after. he spreads your cheeks, tugging your pelvis towards his mouth, “ooh, shit…” all you can hear are the muffled chuckles of the other, moans cutting past his messy eating habits when your fist start to pump his cock again. you thumb his tip, collecting the pre-cum.

you do exactly as you told him last night, circling your tongue around his weeping tip and his hands tighten on your ass, tongue moving from your clit to your gaping hole. you clench around nothing when gojo’s cock jolts in your mouth before your mouth descends on him and you’re bobbing your head, moaning around his length when you feel two fingers prod at your entrance.

“suckin’ me off so well, it’d be a shame if i don’t give my princess the same treatment,” gojo sighs when his fingers disappears in you, knowing you like it when you go slack around his dick and your tongue stops, struggling to keep a right mind when he’s got his thick, long fingers in you. “yeah… i know a little whore like you loves this.”

he starts to thrust his fingers into you, holding down your hips that start to move. he tuts, “ah. keep it movin’, baby.”

you grunt at his incessant teasing, mouth getting to work again as you start to inch him into your mouth, breathing through your nose when you’re up to his hilt and his pubes are all up in your face. you’re coming off to whimper when he angles his fingers downwards and his tongue is back on you, not stopping the squeeze of your hand on his shaft as you drool from the corners of your mouth, eyes rolling back when you feel his hips thrust lightly into you.

“that’s it, sweetness…” gojo moans around your pussy, blissed out from how warm and wet your mouth is, along with the way your pussy looks right in front of him, surprising you with a squeal when his hips impatiently snap into your mouth, cumming with a fervour and loud moans against your slick skin, pumping your throat full of his cum. you hum around him, letting his thick load warm your insides before you’re pulling off of him with a sigh, smiling at the way his tip still manages to push out its last drops.

your small triumph is interrupted by gojo who adds a third finger and he hisses when your hand tightens around his cock, “your turn, b-baby.”

✶ THURSDAY

(riding, sorta sub!gojo, implied multiple rounds, overstim, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink)

“baby—” gojo whines out, fatigued from the week of missions and classes that he feels like his body could collapse, but you’re energetic as always, having cummed two times yet your hips still continue to grind onto his pelvis like a minx. there’s already a translucent ring of cum around the base of his cock, and while you love the cum he’s pumped into you, you’re just sooo needy tonight — the pure pleasure on satoru’s face and his shivering hands are just the cherry on top.

“g-god, shit,” satoru moans out, even when he’s grabbing at your thighs to stop, there’s the unmistakable humps of his hips because his cum sticks to your skin and dribbles out of your pussy so sweetly he can’t help but fixate on it.

“’toru— feel so fucking good—!” the way your ass bounces against his pelvis sends him reeling, the ability for words lost to the way your cunt wraps around him like a cocksleeve; all he can manage are guttural groans leaving his mouth while he lets you use him to the brink.

“g’nna cum, satoru?” you mumble, body dripping with sweat as your hips start to falter, “gimme all your cum, baby boy.”

satoru whimpers at that, roaming hands feeling around your body that settle for your tits, squeezing while yours tug on his hair. your cunt just feels too good that he thrusts up to meet you too, reaching so deep into you that you’re cumming.

the clench around his length has gojo shooting his hot cum inside you, whining out your name while he pumps your pussy full of a third load and you’re trembling from the feeling. you can only giggle drunkenly, leaving a whimpering satoru to hold down your hips that continues to grind on his sensitive cock.

✶ FRIDAY

gojo likes paybacks, especially now when he’s got your face shoved into the kitchen sink of a private showroom, checking out just the right height to fuck you on and eat you out from. his cursed energy easily messes with the security cameras, and he’s locked out the staff with convincing words and a sweet smile, all so he could shut you up with his cock.

“s-satoru— what if they see—” despite your words (gojo likes to fuck the voice of reasoning out of you) you’re moaning while you’re moving back onto him, a hand clutching onto his forearm with pussy clenching around him.

“like you give a shit,” gojo breathlessly says, relishing in the line down the middle of your back, your arch, how your ass bounces with each thrust. “think we should go with a quartz countertop?”

of course he’d ask stupid questions while balls deep in you, “it’s expensive— oh, fuck! stop spending your money so—”

you slouch against the counter on a deep thrust, a loud mewl leaving your lips, nails digging into his forearm and he has the audacity to hiss while he’s the one who’s fucking you in a goddamn showroom.

“quartz, it is,” satoru only laughs and you’re ashamed to admit that it turns you on, having so much control over you that you clamp down on his length again and gojo groans softly, reaching around your front to rub your clit, pressing the nub into you like he knows the buttons that just make you twitch. the way the sorcerer rams into you is too much and you need both hands to support you, cringing a little when your nails scratch the finishing on the countertop.

“haaah… gonna fill you up, baby—” gojo mumbles out to no one, the circles on your clit turning erratic and your legs spread to take more of him, feeling the wave of your orgasm crash down on you the same time gojo cums in you, cum so thick and much that when he pulls himself out it drips out your cunt and onto the floor.

you two look to the floor and back at each other, stifling a laugh before you’re cleaning up, yelping when gojo lands a hard smack! to your ass and wraps an arm around your waist.

he doesn’t miss the way you pick at your nails filled with flakes of the cheap counter, “let’s go find a real quartz countertop.”

✶ SATURDAY

(geto is not evil here, sharing, clit stimulation, oral / cunnilingus, slight nipple play, gojo’s a little jealous aw :(, protected sex w/ geto, praise)

“was this what you had in mind?” your lover asks, cooing at your cries and nods as he stays fully clothed, littering kisses along your neck and jaw. your back was against his chest, causing you to brush up against the uncomfortable tent in his pants, but he’s able to hold himself back for now when he’s enjoying the way his best friend eats you out.

“she tastes good, doesn’t she?” gojo calls out from behind you, helping the other by spreading your legs while the other goes around your waist, a possessive hand around you to tell the dark-haired sorcerer that you’re his. geto only could hum into your pussy, and you note it’s a little different from how satoru eats you out. you weren’t entirely a stranger to your boyfriend’s best friend, but this was the first time you’ve been spread apart so filthily in front of him.

you’re nodding after two orgasms later when they both ask you if you’re okay, geto’s tip waiting at your entrance before he pushes himself slowly into you, tensing against the sheer girth of the other. where gojo was slimmer and longer, geto was a little thicker, and gojo feels just a little pull on his heart when he sees your jaw drop.

“you’re doing so good, sweetheart,” he softly praises, locking eyes with his best friend when he sinks into your warmth. it’s not long before he’s swallowing your pleas as geto starts to move, the kiss lewd as gojo slips his tongue into your mouth, mumbling praises when the other sets a comfortable pace.

“she takes a cock so well,” the dark-haired man says breathlessly while gojo focuses on the way his best friend fucks into you, the pussy he knows like the back of his hand sucking the other in so nicely that it’s even a blessing geto gets to see it. he can feel your juices seep past his pants, hearing a soft pant of satoru when his hands come to rest at your tits, pinching your nipples lightly. suguru grunts at the way you clamp down on him, too lost in the tightness of your cunt to notice how you’re mainly focused on gojo and your love for him.

“good girl,” satoru only mutters into your skin, locking eyes with you when his hand finds your clit. he knows you know you belong to him when he watches your eyes flutter close, “that’s a good girl f’r me.”

✶ SUNDAY

(spitting, morning sex, praise, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, implied multiple rounds, finger sucking, gojo loves u a lot!)

“hey, satoru,” you hum, waking up with a familiar ache in your core that you knew only gojo could quell. his best friend was gone by the morning, leaving just the both of you on his king-sized. “are you awake?”

gojo stirs and softly whispers an i’m awake now, cracking his eyes open, not before needing to take a minute to just admire your morning stare and words. they’re always hooded and slurred, the hunger for you and jealousy from the previous night taking over him. his hands are wandering, pulling you atop him easily.

it’s not long before gojo’s slipping into you from above you, cock an angry red just from kissing you, “so tight, baby. no matter how much your pussy’s molded to fit my cock— f-fuck— you’ll still be tight as shit.”

you smile. you’ve caught wind of satoru’s feelings of green last night, confirmed when you bid goodbye to his best friend with a laugh from the other how you should treat him well this morning. wrapping your legs around his middle, you’re whining a little from how bit by bit, gojo’s bottoming out in you before he finds a slow pace, succumbing to his body weight on yours.

“satoru…s’full,” gojo’s eyes stay fixated on yours, hot breath sending your skin tingling with goosebumps while your pussy drips pure nectar, lewd sounds amplified by the slap of his hips against yours. even if he wants to go slow, gojo is insanely drunk on your gummy walls and the way they wrap snugly around his dick, ears blessed with the way you call out for him.

with a thumb, he yanks at your mouth and he softly moans at how fast you stick your tongue out. it’s an unspoken gesture, hips never stopping even as a ball of spit leaves your lover’s mouth with a gradual drag and lands on your tongue, still connected by the web of saliva that stretches until it’s all in your mouth, an attagirl lingering on his lips.

you bring his forehead to yours after, hands grasping at his hair and neck while there’s fire exchanged between his striking blue ones and yours while you’re babbling that you’ve reached your high and gojo almost tears at the way you cry out for him as you cum, at the way you try your best to hold your ground but his cock is just splitting you open so well and the intensity of your orgasm is making you tremble, at the way you’re like this for only him.

but the one sentence that sets him off, “wan’ you to cum in me, ’toru,” you’re whimpering out, arms going around him and legs closing around his hips just to get him closer to you even after you’ve cummed. you ignore the overstimulation of your climax, “breed me, baby.”

and satoru has no choice but to listen to his girl, capturing your lips right as his thrusts start to stutter and he’s cumming deep in you, moans escaping from the kiss and mewls leaving you at the gush of his cum in you, white and hot and so much of it. gojo cries into your skin as you milk him dry, clenching down around him like you don’t want to let him go.

“so much cum just f’you, princess,” satoru chokes out, feeling himself getting hard again from your pleasure-filled face, especially when he sees your juices mixing below him. he takes a hand, smearing them around your clit and he can feel his breath hitching when you grab the hand and stuff his fingers into your mouth.

you’re swirling your tongue around his fingers, voice hoarse.

“use me, satoru,” your other hand dance along his cheek and he thinks he might be blessed with a goddess’ touch, “use me until i’m full of your cum.”

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holylulusworld · 5 months

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BFG (1)

Summary: He’s new to town and just your type…

Pairing: Reacher x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: size kink, flirty reader, objectification of Reacher, language

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“Fuck me, that guy could break me into two halves,” you sigh dreamily as the new face in town steps into the diner. “What a man.”

You lick your lips. He’s tall, and you mean tall when you say it. If anyone wants you to guess, you’d say he’s at least 6’5.

“Y/N, what was the price of the peach pie again?” The new waitress asks. She’s pretty and friendly but her memory is not the best.

Maybe she just smokes too much weed. You don’t blame her. This sleepy little town does this to you. If you don’t take drugs or drink, you spend the time dreaming of a different life.

You sigh again, this time out of frustration because you must take your eye off the thick hottie and turn your attention toward Sally Ann, the new waitress.

“It’s…” You tell her the price while dipping your head to glance at the newbie's ass when he passes the counter by. “Damn him, he’s thick too. What do you weigh, baby? Two hundred and fifty pounds?”

“Miss,” Sally Ann almost whimpers when this mountain of a man asks her about the peach pie. She looks a little lost, and you gladly jump in to turn his attention toward you.

“You can come over here,” you tap the counter. “This spot looks like you’ll fit in.” You grin as he chuckles at your bad joke about his size. “The seat is extra-large. One of our regulars needed a little extra space and cushion.”

“I guess he was tall too,” He asks while plopping down on the larger seat. The seat creaks under his weight and you hope he didn’t break it. Even though, you wouldn’t mind if he tries to break you.

“In size, not height,” you shrug. “That’s what I heard. This was before my time, and he died some years ago. This means, the seat is all yours now, sweetie.”

“Sweetie,” his laughter is deep and rich as he tries to not blush at your flirty banter. “No one ever called me sweet.”

“What a shame,” you pat his hand. Fuck. It looks like his hand is as big as one of your plates. “So, tell me,” you lean closer to whisper, “are you a BFG or are you a bad guy.”

“BFG?” He cocks his head. “Oh…” He chuckles again. “I’m friendly, don’t worry. I only get mad if you want to…”

“Fuck with you?” You cockily reply and mirror his smirk. “Hmm…I don’t think you could handle me, sweetie. I’m too much of a woman for most of the guys in town.”

His eyes scan your body at your words. He hums and drops his eyes to your ass. “I can handle any situation.” His face remains stoic, but his eyes give his dirty thoughts away. “Can I have a slice of the peach pie, ma’am?”

“Only if you never call me ma’am again,” you point a manicured finger at the giant. “People called my granny ma’am.”

“You don’t look like a granny to me,” he waves his huge hand to brush your concern off. “More like you are stranded in a place you don’t belong.” Ah, he tries to analyze you while checking your ass and tits out. “You’re not here for long.”

“Just like you,” you wink at him. “I’ll get you your pie now, and you better eat it up. It’s the best in town.”

“I bet he can break a bone only by grabbing you too hard,” Sally Ann watches the newbie eat his pie. “I wouldn’t want him to touch me. He looks like a brute.”

“No, sweetie,” you let your eyes wander from his broad shoulders, down to his wide back and further to his perfect ass, “he’s the kind of guy knowing how to handle a woman. I don’t think he underestimates his strength. The only problem is, he’s too big for my bed.”

“What?” Sally Ann squeaks. “Don’t tell me you want to take him home.”

“I’d take him anywhere he wants to go,” you nonchalantly admit. “It’s been ages since a real man tried to put his hands on me. This man over there has hands as big as our plates. He knows how to touch a woman.”

You bite your lower lip when he dips his head to look at you. He smirks and lifts the now empty plate. “Can I have another one?”

God, how you love a man who can eat. “Sure, sweetie,” you make your way toward him, swaying your hips on purpose. He glances at Sally Ann who looks a little scared. “How do you like your pie? Do you want some whipped cream too?”

He shrugs. “I’m not picky.”

“You can be picky,” you wink at him. “I won’t let you leave this town hungry and unsatisfied.”

His eyes darken at your words. “What can you recommend? What’s your specialty?”

“I asked you first,” you hold out your hand. “I’m Y/N, what’s your name?”

“Reacher,” he gruffly replies, but his hand takes yours. It’s huge in contrast to your hand, but warm and surprisingly gentle. “I’m here for…”

“You don’t have to tell me.” You hastily say. “I know you are not the kind of man answering questions. If you promise me to not cause trouble at the diner, you are always welcome here.”

“I can’t promise to not cause trouble but,” he squeezes your hand, “I promise that I’ll try not to cause trouble at your diner.”

“You know that this is my diner? How?”

“Sally Ann over there and the other waitresses always look at you for confirmation. The guests show more respect to you, and you don’t keep the tips. You put the money into the tip jar the waitresses share at the end of their shift.”

“You’re quite observant, Reacher.”

“I assume you took over the diner from your,” he searches your face. “Grandmother not so long ago. You still try to figure things out, but your pie tastes great.”

“She died six months ago. Granny left me her house, and the diner,” you sigh, and drop your gaze. “I left my well-paid job, and life behind. She was always good to me, and I didn’t bring it over me to sell the diner.”

“What was your job?” You’ve got the feeling the conversation turned out to be an interrogation.

“Aw, sweetie,” you wink at him, “if you want to know more about me, buy me dinner first.”

He watches you walk away, wondering if you have anything to do with the crime he investigates. Reacher shakes his head. No. You don’t look like a killer. And he doesn’t think for one second that you can break a guy’s neck.

“Hi, what can I do for you?” Sally Ann asks. She’s still intimidated by Reacher’s size or rather his cheer presence at the diner.

“Where’s Y/N?” He cocks his head to look for you.

“I don’t know. She looked pissed and went to the back entrance.”

“I-“ he gets his wallet out to throw money onto the counter. Reacher follows you out of the back entrace, searching for you.

“Whoa, watch your step,” you push your hands against his firm chest to stop him from running the poor dog over. “Hey, that’s his spot. You are not allowed to leave through this entrance.”

“I’m sorry,” he sighs. He's relieved that you are not on the run, because you are the killer. “I was looking for you. I didn’t want to piss you off asking about your job.”

“Huh? I didn’t leave because you asked me about my job,” you point out. “I saw that bastard from across the street chase this poor guy away. He was only looking for food.”

“Someone tried to hurt the dog?” He squares his jaw. “Who? What did they do?”

You crouch down to add water to the feeding bowl. “The owner of the fancy new restaurant across the street. He always shoos away the kids and pets. I don’t like that man.”

“Restaurant across the street. Got it,” he looks like he makes a mental note. “Is that little boy your dog?”

“He only comes around to get free food,” you smile as the stray feasts on the food you bought for him. “I wanted to take him home, but I guess he likes his freedom. He checks in once in a while to let me know he’s still alive.”

“A stray,” Reacher watches you pat the dog. “Maybe he’s scared of settling down. Someone must’ve chased him away before.”

“Hmm…” You nod thoughtfully and pat the dog’s head. “I only want to protect him. If he runs around town the guy from across the street will hurt him.”

“He won’t.” You feel his hand squeeze your shoulder. “I got a few things to take care of in town. Do you know a cheap motel?”

“I got a spare room I rent out,” you hastily say. “I mean, you could have it. It has got a bathroom too. You can use the kitchen if you clean it afterward. If you help me repair the sink, you can have it for free.”

He nods and holds out his hand to help you up. “I can’t tell you when I’ll be around.”

“Don’t worry,” you grab his hand to write your address on his hand. “You can come around anytime.” His eyes widen when you put a key in his hand next.

“You trust me enough to hand me a key to your home?” He looks surprised. “You’re a little careless.”

“Believe me,” you pat his chest, “I’m not careless, nor dumb. I know exactly who I let inside my house.”

Reacher quirks a brow at your words but doesn’t ask what you mean. You turn your attention back toward the dog, and he’s got work to do.

He will start with the restaurant owner across the street.

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arsheyee · 4 months

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Sukuna x Y/N: Your first blowjob

SMUT AHEAD KIDS BELOW 18 STAY OUT

I saw this Sukuna fanart and I was inspired to write a new smut 🫣🫣🫣🫣

Sukuna is hot 🥵 I am sorry he is toxic but hot 🥵😍

Hope you enjoy this smut 😅😅😅

I tried my best to write it ❤️🥹

TW: maybe a bit of Somnophilia

Sukuna the jujustu sorcerer , the king of curses. He is well aware of his superiority complex which is why he is conflicted about you.

Those red eyes glowed in the dark and stared down at your sleeping posture. Your ass up and you looked so defenceless and soft. What has gotten in to him a mere human like you has changed him completely. Sleeping with his robe wrapped around your body. You fell asleep inhaling his scent from the robe. It’s smelled like everything you dreamed of.

You lied deep in slumber.

He watched you everyday. You sweet innocent face. You were the perfect form of what they call a people pleaser. The meekest of the flowers.

Despite being your boyfriend he couldn’t get enough of you. The toxic nature of your relationship excited him. To defy the rules and standards . The king of curses head over heels in love with you.

You turn over on your back and your shirt rides up revealing your boobs. Your soft hums in your sleep made his cock harden. At this sight he starts palming his cock through his pants .

Fisting his dick he pumped in steady but quick pulls, tugging himself closer to the brink of ecstasy as he imagined you kneeling batting those innocent doe eyes as if you didn’t know how fucking pretty you were.

Would you blush when your lips wrapped around his swollen red tip, would you grimace at the salty taste of his arousal on your tongue.

He comes closer to the bed and started with little touches; his big palms and long fingers gently roaming your exposed thighs, the curves of you waist and your chest, earning a moan from you that aroused him even more, giving him sinful ideas on how to fuck you in your sleep.

He looks up to see you still sleeping and continues to remove your shorts feeling your wetness.

“I see you are soaking already. Even in your sleep you little slut” he smirks

“Seems like it is a good dream you’ll be having. I’ll be your living dream babygirl” he whispers in your ears.

You can hear him but you are trapped in your dream that it is to good to feel real.

Without a warning, he slipped two fingers inside you, making you jolt in your sleep. He checked to see that your eye lids remained closed, but your face scrunching up. His smirk grew wider, seeing how innocent and helpless you were under his control.

“So fucking warm” His fingers curled inside you as his long nails digged deep.

The overwhelming pleasure got you tossing, closing your legs still deep in your sleep but his large hand forced them open.

You realise that this feels too real to be a dream and you shot your eyes open.

“Su-Sukuna what are you.. ahh~” you moaned as he added a third finger in you his fingers worked faster and faster. Your hands tugged on your bed sheets, as your moans became loud. You were about to come but he pressed his hand on your stomach and pulled his fingers out.

“ Wh- Whyyy give it to me I was so close” you whined for him to continue.

“Nah, not yet, not yet..”

He stripped himself of the flimsy robe. The cool air kissed his cockhead, the relief of freeing himself from of his clothes was intense and he gave one lazy pump of his length whilst he waited for your reaction.

The precum was dripping down making your drool. Your eyes widened are were, transfixed by his cock and that only boosted his ego even further.

He sat on the edge of bed and told you to get up and come to the spot on the floor between his thighs, spreading himself wider and rolling his hips forward.

You were kneeling before you even realised you were complying with the silent order, every inch of you shivered in anticipation of what he was going to do next.

This was your first ever blowjob. That only made you more excited and wet.

Fixed by his grin and the calculating eyes that held your gaze on him, you hadn’t noticed that he was wrapping your fingers around his erection.

Heat, heavy and decadent seared your palm. You gasped at how his skin felt under your touch, how prominent the veins were against your fingers and how he twitched in your grasp as you tightened your grip.

“You'll taste it, won't you?” he grunted with a smirk on his lips, daring you to even consider disobeying his wish.

You grimaced at the bitter taste, two fingers pressed down on your tongue and sampled the precum that continued to leak from him.

The longer you savoured his unique flavour, the more you grew accustomed to it. Certainly, it wasn’t some delicious taste but saliva pooled in your mouth, ropes of it connected your lips and fingers.

“Open your mouth more slut.” You forced himself into your innocent and inexperienced mouth until you gagged.

Big doe eyes were his reward, your entire posture straightened as if you were lit up from his words, lewd though they may be. His hand stroked at the back of your head, brain running a mile a minute as he changed tack and fixed you with another slight pout.

“You’ll take all of me, won’t you, little one? My good girl is always so willing to make me happy. That’s it. Just… like… that. Fuck.”

He was guiding your head down as he spoke, bending you to his will with ease. Your mouth parted much like he knew your thighs would do soon enough and he groaned in delight as his aching tip grazed against tongue.

Mere minutes into your first-ever blowjob and your jaw was aching. Saliva escaped the sides of your mouth, slurping noises making you blush as your watery eyes went up to meet his.

His gaze was hooded, lips parted with pants of air passing through them every few seconds. When he locked eyes with you, he licked those devilish lips with a smile offered along with a soft groan.

“Oh, little one, you’re a natural. Don’t fight it, relax baby. Let me feel your throat,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

You fought down the instinct to reject the intrusion as it neared your throat, the muscles working furiously and causing you to gag around him.

Shifting on your knees in discomfort, you blinked, letting the tears fall from your eyes. Gripping the base of his cock, you squeezed roughly and heard him curse under his breath from the pressure. The nails from your free hand found purchase in the material covering his thigh and bunched it in your frantic grip.

“Fuck fuck fuck” cursing out he came in your mouth.

“Swallow little one. Don’t waste even a drop. It’s tasty isn’t it”.

Yes it was musky and salty but regardless it tasted delicious to you. You swallowed all of it.

“Now your turn baby” he smirked pushing you down on the bed harshly.

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baki-tiene-un-simp · 1 year

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Hey,I have another request for you :)

Could you please kame baki, katsumi, musashi, retsu and mumon with an S/O being harassed by someone (it could be in any way, shape and form, you decid wich one you are confortable wiht) and then being comforted by them, if not, could you do with the same character a scenario where they were catcalled in public because of their curves like for example some dude saying "good ass gatito ;)" in a amusement park.

Take your time with this and do it olny if you want

Have a good day/evening/afternoon/night :)

I’ve already written several things about "S/O being harassed", so I’ll go for the other option

Situation: Strangers catcalled to their S/O / un extraño le grita cosas en la calle a su S/O.

Characters: Baki Hanma, Katsumi Orochi, Mumon Katsuragi, Musashi Miyamoto and Retsu Kaioh.

Baki Hanma.

Baki turns to face the strange person who addressed his S/O, his face calm, but with a strange look.

He approaches the subject with his hands in his pockets, facing him when they were face to face with each other. His S/O came after Baki to prevent something very serious from happening.

"That was rude, don't you think?"

His gaze is the warning at this moment, although his words were calm, the image left by the Hanma was intimidating.

His S/O got an apology and the other person a nightmare picture just for a comment.

Katsumi Orochi.

Katsumi listens to what his S/O was told with a grimace, his face making it clear how that comment annoyed him.

He turns to look at his S/O just to make sure they're not too affected by it, he holds his hand as a silent comforter to soothe their annoyance/discomfort.

He will get an apology for his partner, he tries to take it easy when he talks to the person so they know he is waiting for them to understand what they have done.

However, he doesn't care about the person getting difficult, if he has to bring the person in front of his S/O and make them bow down, well he'll do it.

They will go on their way with Katsumi grumbling that they were so rude to the his dear S/O and how they don't deserve something like that.

Mumon Katsuragi.

"People can be so rude," he mentions to his S/O when he hears the person laugh at his own comment.

According to how his S/O reacts, so will he react. If they let them through, Mumon will make them forget about it; If, on the contrary, his S/O gets angry, then Mumon will go to stand up for his partner.

If he feels merciful, he will just annoy the other person with silly comments just like that person did with his S/O. Bonus points if he gets an S/O laugh out of him in the process.

If he wants to deal with it faster and nonchalantly, Mumon could "put" that rude person to sleep. You know what I mean.

He returns with his S/O so they can continue their ride together.

Musashi Miyamoto.

The person who yelled at his S/O could recoil just from Musashi's gaze, and really, Musashi doesn't need to have an angry expression, it's just that his eyes are… Intriguing.

He will be intimidating them without trying, "what did you say to them?" Those words sound normal, however, the swordsman's big eyes and social awkwardness make it seem like a threat.

He cocks his head when the person hastily apologizes to his S/O, he doesn't fully understand but stands by and just lets it happen.

He'll probably ask his S/O as soon as they're left alone.

He is now attentive to the comments of others towards his S/O, he can misjudge some occasions when someone tries to be nice to his partner, but at least he prevents nasty comments from going unpunished. I do not promise that it will be peaceful.

Retsu Kaioh.

He pouts, does anyone really think that saying that kind of thing will get anything done?

He thinks they are extremely rude and if his S/O complains he will make the person apologize to them. He would actually force them to bow down and apologize for making his mate uncomfortable.

He might also scold you with something like "you should think before you speak, much more before you blurt out a comment like that."

He asks his S/O if they're okay, if the comment made them feel bad or offended.

He believes that kind of behavior is repulsive directed towards anyone, but especially if it's directed towards his S/O.

Versión en español.

Baki Hanma.

Baki se voltea para encarar a la persona extraña que se dirigió a su S/O, su rostro calmado, pero con una mirada extraña.

Se acerca al sujeto con las manos en los bolsillos, encarándolo cuando estuvieron frente a frente el uno del otro. Su S/O vino detrás de Baki para evitar que algo muy grave pase.

"Eso fue grosero, ¿no crees?"

Su mirada es la advertencia en este momento aunque sus palabras fueran calmadas, la imagen que dejaba el Hanma era intimidante.

Su S/O consiguió una disculpa y la otra persona una imagen de pesadilla solo por un comentario.

Katsumi Orochi.

Katsumi escucha lo que le dijeron a su S/O con una mueca, su rostro deja en evidencia como ese comentario le molesto.

Se voltea a ver a su S/O solo para asegurarse que no esté demasiado afectado por ello, sostiene su mano como un consuelo silencioso para consolar su molestia/incomodidad.

Conseguirá una disculpa para su pareja, trata de tomarlo con calma cuando habla con la persona para que sepa que está esperando que entienda lo que ha hecho.

Sin embargo, no le preocupa que la persona se ponga difícil, si tiene que traer a la persona frente a su S/O y hacer que se inclinen, pues lo hará.

Seguirán su camino con Katsumi refunfuñando porque fueron tan groseros con su querido S/O y como no se merecen algo como eso.

Mumon Katsuragi.

"Las personas pueden ser tan groseras" menciona para su S/O cuando escucha a la persona reírse de su propio comentario.

De acuerdo a como su S/O reacciona, igualmente él reaccionara. Si lo dejan pasar, Mumon hará que se olvide de ello; si por el contrario, su S/O se enoja, entonces Mumon ira a dar la cara por su pareja.

Si se siente misericordioso solo molestara a la otra persona con comentarios tontos al igual que lo hizo esa persona con su S/O. Puntos extras si le saca una risa a su S/O en el proceso.

Si quiere lidiar con ello más rápido y despreocupadamente, Mumon podría "poner a dormir" a esa grosera persona. Saben lo que quiero decir.

Regresa con su S/O para que puedan continuar con su paseo juntos.

Musashi Miyamoto.

La persona que le grito a su S/O podría retroceder solo con la mirada de Musashi, y realmente, Musashi no necesita tener una expresión de enojo, es solo que sus ojos son… Intrigantes.

Los estará intimidando sin intentarlo, "¿qué le has dicho?" esas palabras suena normales, sin embargo, los ojos tan grandes del espadachín y su torpeza social hacen que parezca una amenaza.

Ladea la cabeza cuando la persona se disculpa apresurada ante su S/O, no comprende completamente, pero se queda al margen y solo deja que pase.

Probablemente le pregunte a su S/O tan pronto se queden solos.

Está atento ahora ante los comentarios de los demás hacia su S/O, puede juzgar mal algunas ocasiones cuando alguien trata de ser amable con su pareja, pero al menos impide que los comentarios desagradables se queden impunes. No prometo que sea pacíficamente.

Retsu Kaioh.

Él hace mala cara, ¿realmente alguien cree que con decir esa clase de cosas conseguirá algo?

Cree que es extremadamente grosero y si su S/O se queja hará que la persona se disculpe con ellos. Realmente lo obligaría a inclinarse y pedir una disculpas por hacer sentir incómodo a su pareja.

También podría regañarlo con algo como "deberías pensar antes de hablar, mucho más antes de soltar un comentario como ese".

Le pregunta a su S/O si está bien, si el comentario les hizo sentir mal u ofendidos.

Cree que ese tipo de comportamiento es repulsivo dirigido hacia cualquiera, pero especialmente si es dirigido hacia su S/O.

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ushiwhacka · 2 years

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time skip! bokuto kōtarō + fem! reader | mdni | 1,026 words | established relationship, nipple play, fingering, bokuto cums in his pants <3

“just give me one kiss and i’ll go away”

“it’s never just one kiss.”

“but this time it will be just one, i promise”

“you always promise.”

nose rubbing gently against yours, bokuto whispers, his breath tickling across your lips “then i pinky promise. i’ll behave.” so you surrender. and he kisses you so tenderly, warm lips slotting against yours, his hands cradling your face, that you almost believe him.

but he doesn’t pull away, pecking the side of your lips, trailing kisses along your jaw. “i knew you’d do this”, you try to sound annoyed but your breath catches in your lungs when he swipes his tongue at the column of your neck, then sucks the wet spot between his teeth.

“it’s still one kiss if i don’t move away” he argues, lips moving against your skin.

“that’s not how it works”, but your complaints are soon replaced by little gasps and moans as he continues nibbling at your soft skin and leaving needy, open-mouthed kisses on your collarbone.

any remaining resolve you might have had crumbles further with each touch. because he’s so attentive and so focused on making you feel good and dotes on you in all the right ways. because he mumbles a myriad of praises between kisses. i missed you so much (he’s only been gone for a few hours). you’re so beautiful (but you’re stressed out and a bit of a mess). and a devastating i’ve been thinking about you all day said so breathlessly and so earnestly that it makes you squeeze your thighs together. and you both know your common sense is lost.

so impatient, how he wrangles you out of your shirt and buries his face in the valley of your chest, breathing you in. it used to embarrass you. when he would kiss you in front of all his friends and teammates. when he would talk about you in interviews, always addressing you as my beautiful girlfriend. when he would strip you bare and touch you in a way that you can’t even explain. like your body is the most fascinating puzzle. something to explore and learn. watching for every reaction. when you’d try to hide your burning face and he’d take your hands in his, choking out a please let me see you, you’re so pretty when you cum for me.

and it still flusters you now, to be so desired, so wanted. so worshipped by this man who is very nearly perfect in every way. to be loved by him so openly and completely. a love that is not a hushed whisper, but loud and bright and as warm as the biggest, bluest star.

the flimsy bralette sits around your waist as bokuto cups your breasts, squeezing them between strong fingers. there are stars in his eyes as you arch your back at his touch, nipples so sensitive as he circles his thumb around them. you cannot stop the lewd moan that forms in your throat at the way his lips close around your tits, one after the other, trying to get as much of your soft flesh into his mouth as he can. low, needy moans vibrating against your skin. and he looks so lost in you. his cock throbbing and covered with precum in his boxers, straining so painfully against the material. rutting his hips against the base of the couch as he continues to devour you.

fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at his roots to pull him even closer. your pussy just aches with need, slick pooling in your panties. and the way his eyes are squeezed shut and his eyebrows furrow in concentration makes it all worse, makes you crave his touch even more.

all you have to do is mewl out a little please and he already knows what you want. rushing as he slides your shorts and panties down your legs and throws them somewhere behind him. and he can’t help but smile as he sees the state of his favourite little pussy, glistening and swollen with arousal. of course, he has to give your clit a kiss hello before he slides his fingers through your folds. teasing as he runs a middle finger down your slit, dips it into your hole and then sucks it into his mouth, licking the juices off of it. then he kisses you roughly, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he pulls away, panting “my baby is so sweet for me” and you feel like you could die on the spot.

he watches your face so intently as he slides two fingers inside you. so long and thick and rough and stretching you so perfectly. he’s addicted to your every little movement. to the way your eyes flutter. the way your lips part in a little gasp. the way your tits bounce. it’s hypnotising. his lips latch onto your nipple again, sucking and nipping with so much dedication, grabbing and squeezing at every bit of skin he can reach with his free hand. thumb circling your clit as he works his fingers in your pussy, pressing up to reach that spot that he knows will have you screaming and writhing.

all of his senses are overtaken by the sweet sound of you moaning his name. it is so crude how it makes him drool, spit dribbling down your tits. how it makes him run his teeth over your delicate skin, just to hear more of it. to make your little fingers pull at his hair harder. “gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” his voice hoarse. the absolute image of heaven as your head rolls back, your twitching cunt drooling as you come around his fingers.

bo knows he’s done for then, rutting his hips faster against the sofa, until his cock is twitching and leaking in his pants. “fuck baby, look at what you're doing to me” panting and breathless as he leans back, thighs spread apart and proudly showing you the dark wet spot on the crotch of his sweatpants, sticky with his cum. “can i fuck your pretty tits now?”

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stevenose · 10 months

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thinking of mean steve and a reader who likes to hump his thigh…

contains: gender unspecified reader; reader with a vagina; mean!steve but more so cocky!steve i think; condescension; crying

“you’re just so needy, aren’t you?”

you glide back and forth on his thick, hairy thigh. you feel so empty, but the friction on your sweet spot feels so god damn good. he knows just when to clench and bump his thigh upwards to make you really feel it.

“mhm,” you hum, brows furrowed. “needy for you, steve.”

“yeah, i know,” he says, leaning back slightly. his big hands sturdy on your hips. “can see how wet you’re makin’ my thigh. glad you like this, baby, since it’s the only thing you’re gonna get.”

you whimper and grind yourself against him even harder. you want to be so good for him. good enough that he might decide to give you his fingers or, if you’re really good, his cock. “i’m - i love every p-part of you.”

“oh, yeah?” he chuckles, bouncing his leg, watching your eyes clench shut. “i think you just like getting off. has nothin’ to do with me, peach.”

“it does,” you insist. “no one’s ever made me feel so good.”

“that’s right,” he sighs, leaning forward again. he presses his nose to yours but makes no attempts to kiss you. “that’s because you’re mine and i know exactly what you need. don’t i?”

“yeah, yes, always.”

“y’really do look good like this,” he says thoughtfully. “or maybe i just like needy, pretty little things that cry for my cock. would you do that for me? hm? would you cry for my cock?”

as if on cue, your eyes water, more so out of desperation and - well, you’ll do whatever he asks. “please let me feel it,” you mewl. “i - i just - however you want to give it to me. i’ll su-suck it, or use my hand… my pussy….”

he whistles low, smiles. “you’re really good at that, huh? you learn how to beg all by yourself?”

you shake your head, clit catching on his leg and making you shiver. “you taught me.”

“oh, that’s right. i did.” he looks at you thoughtfully, deciding what he wants to do with you, before continuing. “well, baby, you could always learn more. can’t you? and you really seem to like riding that needy cunt on my leg. how about you beg some more, huh? and maybe if you’re good at it i’ll let you taste me and the mess you’re leavin’ on my thigh.”

“thank you,” you moan, even though at this moment you hate him. you hate his bullshit teasing and his cocky grin and the power he has over you. but you’ll still try to be good for him so you can get what you want. it requires a lot of patience, but on the skin of his thigh, you can find it.

#stevenose posts #ns/fw #steve x reader #mean!steve #mean steve making you hump his shoes or feet too. anyway

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iboatedhere · 7 months

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Thank you for the tag @lemonlyman-dotcom and @cha-melodius

From tomorrow's prompt.

“All the staff is gone?”

Henry nods.

“Even Shaan?”

“He was the first one out the door.”

“So I could, theoretically, go downstairs naked.”

Henry snorts. “If you wish.”

Alex hums. “Could be kind of freeing. Walking around butt-naked in a palace…..how many people can say that?”

“I can't begin to imagine."

“Dare me.”

Henry frowns. “Excuse me?”

“Dare me. It’s more fun on a dare.”

“You just want to shift responsibility if it goes wrong.”

“How could it go wrong if no one is here?”

“Point,” Henry concedes as he sits up. “I dare you to go get us a snack, stark naked, while I wait here and think of all the things I want to do to you when you come back.”

“Dare accepted. I’ll be back in five minutes.” He stops and looks Henry over—miles of bare, warm skin, all his. “Three minutes.”

“I can think a lot in three minutes.”

“Counting on it!” Alex calls before he’s out the door and in the hall.

Alex has spent a good amount of time at Kensington over the last few years. A long weekend here, a week vacation there. He knows the layout of the palace as if it were the residence at the White House but completely naked and in the dark, things are a little disorienting.

It’s only himself and Henry in the building (even David has been sent to stay with Bea for the night) Alex knows that, but for some reason he can shake the feeling of being watched.

Maybe it’s because he has his dick out in a nationally recognized historical landmark and the paintings of Henry’s ancestors that hang on the wall seem to follow him wherever he goes.

He stops to shake his ass in front of a faded portrait of some long-dead king then continues on to the kitchen.

Alex knows Henry has been spending more time here lately. He seems determined to learn how to cook for himself and sends Alex photos of whatever it is he’s attempting to make at all hours of the night, the counters covered with flour or bits of diced vegetables that didn’t make it into the final dish.

Alex, always the supportive boyfriend, texts back and tells him it looks great with a dozen exclamations points before he asks what it is.

Tonight the kitchen is quiet and clean and he moves quickly, eager to get back upstairs.

He grabs two bottles of Gatorade from the fridge, wincing as the cold air hits his body, then finds a box of Jaffa Cakes in the pantry.

Arms full, he turns toward the door as a maid crosses in front of him and rounds the table.

He screams in shock and drops the bottles so he can hold the Jaffa Cake box against his crotch, trying to save what’s left of his dignity.

“Fuck, shit,” he exclaims, heart pounding. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t think anyone was in there I….” He trails off as the woman walks calmly out the door and into the hall without even acknowledging him.

Slowly, he tiptoes after, the box of cookies still pressed to his junk and peeks down the hall. She’s gone, with no retreating footsteps or the sound of a door opening or closing to lend a clue as to which direction she went in.

Confused, Alex ducks back into the kitchen to retrieve the bottles, one of which had rolled beneath the dishwasher, then makes his way toward the stairs.

Halfway up, a chill shoots down his spine accompanied by the nagging feeling of being watched returns and he loses all cool and sprints the rest of the way, slamming into Henry’s closed door, fumbling with the knob before he gets inside and locks it behind him.

“We have a problem,” Alex says as Henry lifts his head off the pillow, the hand wrapped around his cock still stroking slowly.

“Indeed. You’re entirely too far away.”

“No, I’m being serious,” Alex says as he crosses the space between them and stands at the foot of the bed. “We have a I might be sued for sexual harassment kind of problem.”

Henry sits up. “You were gone for four minutes, how in the world could something like that have happened?”

#firstprince fic #firstprince #rwrb #rwrb fic #wip wednesday

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hydesjackiespuddinpop · 7 months

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No-vember 7: I guess you've never heard the word "no" before.

Summary: Jackie tries to get Hyde to go to the historic ball with her.

November 7, 2023; 7:56 PM

"So how's the baby?" Hyde asks. He is on FaceTime with Mia and Reggie.

Reggie looks at his wife, putting a hand over hers before looking back at the camera. "Things couldn't be any better." Mia smiled, "We just came back from the doctor. We're having a boy."

Jackie squealed, making everyone cover their ears. The door swung open, revealing Kelso coming in. He was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. "Damn Jackie, lower the volume. I'm trying to sleep! Oh hey kids."

Mia gagged, "I don't know whether I want to throw up because of morning sickness or the fact that I can see uncle Kelso's cock from here." She turned to Reggie, who just hugged her. "We've gotta go, but we'll talk to you later."

Hyde nodded as Mia and Reggie hung up. He sighed, “In three months, we’re gonna be grandparents grasshopper. Can you believe it? Jackie?”

Jackie wiped her tears, “They just…my baby boy.” She sobbed into her husband’s arms. Hyde stroked the brunette’s hair. “I know. I know.” He knew that Reggie becoming a father was a lot for Jackie to take. Hell it was a lot for him to take.

Hyde kissed his wife’s hair, “You wanna go out for a bit.” That immediately got Jackie to perk up and smile. “Oh my god, yes! Retirement has been so boring! We can go the historical ball together! I got you the cutest su—“

Hyde shook his head, “I guess you've never heard the word "no" before. I’ll go to the ball, but I’m not wearing that damn suit.” Jackie pouted, letting her lower lip pop out. “Pweeeseee.” The curly haired man sighed, “Fine.” The brunette jumped, “‘Kay!” She pecked his lips before leaving.

#that 70s show #that 90s show #my fanfiction #t7s fanfiction #t9s fanfiction #no-vember #otp: anything for you doll #zenmasters #mia x reggie #oc: mia forman #oc: reggie hyde #het ships #day 7

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touchmycoat · 2 years

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Oooh kinktober prompts!! How about public sex with Tianliu? Maybe demon weddings, esp for the emperor, require public consummation. Or it's during the war and LQG gets captured and TLJ has to fuck him to show that they dominate their enemies (if he doesn't do it then his general gets to, and that guy is brutal).

FLSKJDF I WROTE UP TO HERE BUT NOW MUST GO TO THE GYM, SHALL FINISH LATER

tianliu/tiansuliu, Rated M (for now), 1.8k (CW: vaguely dubious consent?)

“Oh totally, yes, I took over,” Tianlang-jun lied. “I took over the human realm completely. Spilled blood, death everywhere, so on. It’s all mine now.”

“Finally,” the Head Demonic Elder sighed in relief, resting her second forehead on her palm. “We’ve kept the Grand Chaos waiting long enough. You’ll have an appropriate representative from the human realm ready for consummation and sacrifice then?”

“Right, right of course. What time is the Council available for that again?”

“Our agreement was for one shichen from now, I believe.”

“Brilliant. How masterfully efficient of the Council. And certainly, my human will be ready. In one shichen. And just to confirm, our agreement is that all realms under demonic dominion will be spared by the Grand Chaos That Swallows Everything, correct?”

“Spared?!” a Council Elder spat. “The Grand Chaos does no sparing, no realm will be spared—”

“Pardon my misspeak!” Tianlang-jun laughed very loudly. “Look at that, I’ve been mercilessly slaughtering so many humans that I’ve picked up their speaking habits, spare me spare me, ha! Haha! What I mean to say is, the Grand Chaos has accepted that the demonic dominions are our farmlands and pastures, so will not devour them in its wake, yes?”

“That is correct, yes,” the Head Demonic Elder confirmed, sounding about a thousand years older than her millennia.

“Farmlands and pastures and brothels,” another Council Elder leered to the hoots and nasty chortling of the rest.

“Yes, with the sex slaves,” Tianlang-jun said agreeably, pouring that Council Elder a fresh drink. “We sure love our sex slaves.”

“Great.” Standing up, the Head Demonic Elder snapped all of her knees straight in clear eagerness to get out of the tedious meeting. “Council adjourned then. Tianlang-jun, your personal claim to the human realm has been accepted pending clearance after the Assertions ritual. Council will reconvene in one shichen to oversee said ritual and bloodwork.”

“This Lord humbly thanks the Council for all your hard work! See you all very soon.”

“Bring your wife!”

“She’s pregnant,” Tianglang-jun gasped, affronted.

“I’m pregnant,” Su Xiyan confirmed, soothing a hand over her very flat stomach. “My doctor said that getting railed and bled on an altar isn’t good for the baby.”

“Come on Peak Lord Liu,” Tianlang-jun cajoled. “You’re the first human I thought of besides my wife.”

“And you’re the one most likely to survive,” Su Xiyan pointed out.

“I said no!”

“Fine,” Shen Qingqiu sighed, voice tight and exhausted. “I’ll do it.”

“Bro—”

“Do not—” He jabbed his fan into Shang Qinghua’s chest with a flash of teeth. “—talk to me right now, this is your fault.”

“He who understands me is Peak Lord Shen,” Tianlang-jun proclaimed with a serious hand over his heart. “For the sake of not only humanity but all its great works of literature, you can sacrifice your virginity to demonic cock in front of a group of perverted—”

The moment Cheng Luan’s edge bit into his neck, Tianlang-jun bit back a smile.

“Peak Lord Liu has something to say?” Su Xiyan murmured in the mild way she did whenever she was about to unleash her most creative hells upon people. If she weren’t really truly pregnant, Tianlang-jun would already be making love to her over the sacrificial altar right now.

“I,” Liu Qingge bit out, all gleaming glares and venom practically dripping off his chin, “will do it.”

Though Peak Lord Liu wasn’t a bad substitute at all.

“Hero,” Tianlang-jun nodded with feeling, “among humankind.”

“Peak Lord Liu, I know you have no reason to trust me but I would just like to say—”

“Save it,” Liu Qingge growled. He was shedding all the outer layers of his attire and leaving them in neat, martial piles. Tianlang-jun had the portal to the demon realm ready on the other side of the room whenever. “I already agreed. I’m not going to back out now.”

“Yes, Peak Lord Liu’s integrity is indisputable. Yet I would still like to assure—”

“Are you,” Liu Qingge demanded, “going to go back on your word, let the whatever Chaos thing come, and destroy the home of your wife and future child?”

The blunt question battered its way through Tianlang-jun’s amicable manners and hit upon something a lot more tender and urgent underneath. The polite smile disappeared from his face.

“Of course not.”

“Then we are in agreement.” That tone was probably the closest Liu Qingge got to petty sarcasm. Tianlang-jun examined him, pride a little pricked and interest more than a little piqued by his response.

“I can seriously hurt you once the ritual begins. I can ruin and destroy you.”

Liu Qingge grinned, fierce and lusting for battle, an expression which very many of Tianlang-jun’s organs responded viscerally to.

“You can damn well try.”

“I,” Tianlang-jun murmured faintly, turning to the door, “need to speak with my wife before we leave. Do pardon me, Peak Lord Liu, I’ll just be a moment.”

Su Xiyan’s expression was one of cold fury, and for the first time since this whole debacle began, Tianlang-jun felt wrong-footed.

“Furen?”

It was a beat before Su Xiyan could make herself open her mouth to speak, and by then, Tianlang-jun had already lined his tongue with apologies and promises to take her and their future child away to the demon realm, let the Grand Chaos swallow this one, what did he care?

“The sheer lack of consideration langjun has,” Su Xiyan said icily, “telling me this mere moments before leaving. Shall I lie alone in our cold marriage bed and wait for you to be done fucking?”

“No,” Tianlang-jun began, “no of course not, I won’t—”

Then Su Xiyan was shoving him behind a tree and pressing their mouths together. She kissed the same way she took over her sect, consummate, greedy, and sure—and clever with her resources. Tianlang-jun felt her take one of his hands to slip between her robes and when she press it up hard between her thighs he heard—

“Will you play the tyrant then?” The husk of her voice washed into his ear and drowned him instantly, it felt like. She was so turned on and he in turn wanted— “Wrestle the uppity human into submission the way he wants you to?”

He crooked his fingers and worked at her hard. She inhaled on a sharp smile and bit his neck until she drew blood.

“You,” she hissed as she ground down on his hand, “will tell me everything.”

“And bring him back to share,” Tianlang-jun promised in a gasp, because that was his wife’s heat around his fingers, his wife climaxing on his palm. What was the Grand Chaos when everything was so beautifully, lovingly in order here? The Demonic Council and its bunch of buffoons (except the Head Demon Elder, Tianlang-jun was alright with her) could go stick its head even further up its own ass after the ritual; Tianlang-jun would bring Liu Qingge and give them the show of the century.

They would not be touching his humans, not while he was on watch.

“Think of me,” Su Xiyan told him. “The three of us together. How we can have him.”

“How can I say no,” Tianlang-jun murmured, “to an order like that?”

“Peak Lord Liu. A word, if you please.”

Su Xiyan blinked back tears demurely, with dignity.

“My husband’s heart is larger than mine,” she announced. “He wants all of humanity saved while I just want my family. Cang Qiong does not need to worry about Huan Hua’s priorities, though surely you won’t deny me my resentment for taking this liberty of my husband.”

“I don’t—” Reeling, Liu Qingge unconsciously closed the collar of his inner robe tighter as he glared at Su Xiyan. “I’m not taking liberties, there are no other options.”

“There are no other options,” Su Xiyan glared right back, anguish swimming in her eyes, “for my husband either.”

Liu Qingge looked briefly stricken, like he hadn’t thought of that possibility.

“You will treat him right, and you will not abandon my husband to the Demonic Council.”

“Of course not!”

“And upon your return, we will talk.”

“Cang Qiong,” Shang Qinghua spoke up with a nervous look at the setting sun, “can prepare compensation.”

“We can,” Shen Qingqiu agreed once Shang Qinghua elbowed him in the side, shooting the increasingly bewildered Liu Qingge a solemn look. “Liu-shidi will personally see to it that Su-zhangmen’s wifely sacrifice is repaid in kind.”

“So will the two of you please kindly go save the world now?”

Liu Qingge was arguing but he wasn’t about to say no, not against all that. And Su Xiyan, in her infinite glory, got to slap Tianlang-jun’s ass on their way out.

“You don’t want this.”

They were waiting in the antechamber behind closed doors as the Demonic Council gathered, and Liu Qingge was squinting. Tianlang-jun almost asked how poor his vision was if he couldn’t even tell how eager Tianlang-jun was, but thought about it. On some level, he supposed it was true, that this wasn’t something he sought out. Had he had his way, he and Su Xiyan would be seducing the mean and handsome Cang Qiong Peak Lord together.

“Can we kill the Council?” Liu Qingge wanted to know, and Tianlang-jun laughed.

“As unsavory as their practices are, they are the only thing standing between humans and merciless entropy.”

“And you would truly do this much,” Liu Qingge said flatly, gaze boring into Tianlang-jun over tightly crossed arms, “for all the humans. You could just steal Su Xiyan away.”

“Then who will write and perform all your neat little dramas?” Tianlang-jun replied with a light smile.

Liu Qingge was quiet for a little while. A demonic minion scampered past into the Council Chamber with a cart full of leather and metal restraints, whips and crops and the like. Tianlang-jun held the door open for her.

Then:

“This can be a drama.”

Tianlang-jun stared at Liu Qingge, uncomprehending.

“I’m angry, and I’m no good at acting.” Liu Qingge’s fearsome growling was belied by an uncomfortable squirm as he, Tianlang-jun was realizing, tried to comfort Tianlang-jun about the whole situation. “So you will have to overpower me, but I…won’t make things too difficult for you.”

You can damn well try, Tianlang-jun wanted to badly to say. Instead, he had a warning.

“The Assertions ritual will require you climaxing.” Several times, he did not say. No need to frighten the human off for real.

“Then I’ll do my best to cooperate.” Liu Qingge looked like he wanted to chew the words up and spit them out in pieces rather than speak them, but speak them he did. And if Tianlang-jun knew anything about the Baizhan War God it was that he was a man of his word. “Do what you need to make that happen. And do what you need to finish yourself off as well.”

Though he hadn’t agreed at the time, Liu Qingge seemed to have taken Su Xiyan’s instruction to treat Tianlang-jun right to heart. Tianlang-jun had to stop himself from smiling like a flattered sap.

“I believe we,” Tianlang-jun murmured, holding out a hand just as the Council Chamber opened, “are in agreement.”

#tianliu #kinktober 2022 #prompt fill #asks #anon #I think this has to go in the death and a lover boy series #it's too referential to that verse's SXY

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bibaybe · 1 year

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sweater

ha-ri gives her a look over, eyes lingering on wu-jin’s sweater as her eyes flick from sun-hi to wu-jin and back. sun-hi flushes under the attention, at the probable assumptions being made. “you must be sun-hi.”

wait, how-? she glances questioningly at wu-jin, who glares at his sister. “uh, yeah. how’d you know?”

she shrugs lazily, leaning back. “just a guess.” she raises an eyebrow at her. “you’re wearing my brother’s sweater.”

dae-su snickers and sun-hi glowers at him. fuck, she can feel the heat sinking into her skin, moving to her ears. she plays with her hair, her thigh suddenly burning where it presses against wu-jin’s. “i was cold last night. he was being noble for once in his life.”

she smirks as he presses a hand to his chest, gasping. “for once? i’ve been noble before!”

“certainly not to me,” she quips, shooting a dry smile at him. he just grins, throwing an arm around her. she stiffens slightly at the act, but he doesn’t react, just says, “ah, sun-hi, you know i’m a noble man.”

she rolls her eyes. “men don’t walk into walls before science like you did last week.”

he blushes before cocking his head at her, grin widening. “you noticed?”

“you walked into a wall. in what world does no one notice?”

“i didn’t notice,” on-jo says, shooting a teasing grin her way.

“it’s a wall! how do you not notice that? blind as a bat, you must be,” she mutters, sticking her tongue out at on-jo, who just smiles back sweetly. “both of you, obviously.”

dae-su smirks at wu-jin. “ah, he’s not blind, just easily distracted.”

“fuck off, you asshole,” he mutters, kicking his leg. sun-hi can’t help but laugh as dae-su yelps, “hey!”, rubbing his shin. wu-jin grins at her, pride lighting up his face, and something in her stomach swoops.

“ah!” mi-jin cuts her eyes at wu-jin. “have you no respect, flirting in front of your sister like a barbarian?”

wu-jin stiffens against her as sun-hi scoffs, rolling her eyes. “ew, we’re not flirting.” ha-ri’s lips quirk into a disbelieving smile as she watches them. “we’re not!” she raises an eyebrow at wu-jin pointedly. “are you flirting?”

he tenses against her, cheeks filling with color at the question. “uh- of course not!” oh god. oh god oh god oh god he was!

she scoots away from him, cutting her eyes at him. “oh my god, you were! don’t flirt with me!”

“i wasn’t! why would i flirt with you?” she stiffens, eyes darkening at the words. wu-jin seems to regret the words immediately as he stumbles out, “that- that came out wrong-“

“oh, go fuck yourself,” she snaps, getting to her feet and stomping over to su-hyeong and collapsing beside him.

“sun-hi, i didn’t mean it that way-“

“if you say another word to me, i swear i’ll hit you in the face with a volleyball.”

“this is better than tv,” cheong-san whispers to on-jo and, credit to him, she probably wouldn’t have heard without her newly improved hearing, but she does and snaps in response, “hey, anyone want to hear about me and cheong-san’s first date?”

he stiffens, eyes widening as mi-jin raises an eyebrow. “you promised never to tell!”

“then don’t say stupid shit thinking i can’t hear it!”

“great, now she’ll be mean to everyone. thanks, wu-jin,” cheong-san mutters, throwing a reproachful look at wu-jin. sun-hi’s cheeks flush as she stares at her hands, clasping them together firmly and pushing her nails into her skin. its one thing to know her temper is a ticking time bomb, but it’s another for someone to acknowledge the damage she causes. especially someone she used to care about so deeply.

su-hyeon must notice because he puts an arm around her as wu-jin protests, “jesus, it’s not like i try to upset her!”

“guys, quit it already,” su-hyeong snaps, squeezing her shoulders gently. “we’ve got enough to worry about, let’s not fight too.”

“but she-!” wu-jin cuts off suddenly. she glances up, curious to see who kicked him, but instead their eyes meet, his eyebrows furrowed as he looks at her. she looks back down, trying to burn a hole into the crescent shaped marks in her skin. “fine.”

taglist: @veetlegeuse @ocappreciationtag @foxesandmagic

#ocappreciation #ocapp #ochub #allaboutocs #oc: park sunhi #otp: sunhi/wujin #fandom: all of us are dead #type: drabble #pls i love them so much #also sunhi has the quickest temper of any oc i've written #and i love writing it #actually i just love her

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moxleys-darlin · 1 year

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3: For One So Small, You Seem So Strong

Summary: Grace gets to El Paso, makes new friends, and feels safe for the first time.

TW: discussions of child abuse and food as a punishment

Disclaimer: This story is gonna have abuse in the beginning. I used a lot of my own experiences for this story so a lot of what Grace's stepfather, mother, and siblings do is my personal story that I exaggerated a little (but not much). THERE IS NO SA; it's all physical, emotional, and mental. I was very lucky to be saved.

This story has Eddie Guerrero, Chris Benoit, and Nancy Benoit. If this bothers you bow out now because they're here to stay. Nancy and Chris have never been together in this story, Chris is with Eddie and Nancy is with Taz (thank you for the idea @sinderellanightwolf) and the mother of Tyler (HOOK).

Flashbacks in italics.

I only claim Grace and her family; everyone else I'm borrowing.

(Pictures aren't mine)

She jerks violently at the hand on her shoulder and the driver smiles apologetically when she wipes the sleep from her eyes. “I’m sorry ma’am but we’ve made it to El Paso.” She rubs her ribs and nods tiredly. “Do you have someone picking you up or do you know where you’re going?”

“I’ll manage, sir, thank you for waking me up and for bringing me here.” She smiles at the confused look on his face. “Have a great day!” She waves and heads off the bus before sitting on the bench.

“Apologies, mija, are you Grace?” She freezes at the masculine voice and hesitates to answer. “My name is Eddie Guerrero and José Lothario told me that he was sending a girl named Grace to me. Is that you?”

She whips her head to the side in shock before shaking her head and reminding herself that he’s just a person. “Y-yes sir, I’m Grace. It’s really nice to meet you.” She gives him a smile and holds out her hand.

He grins and chuckles before shaking her hand. “He told me you were sweet and polite.” He looks at his watch and seems to make a decision. “Why don’t we get you something to eat before I subject you to Joanie and Nancy’s mothering, huh?” She cocks her head to the side in confusion before shrugging and agreeing.

“You don’t have to ya know… I’m sorry you have to take care of me at all, but I had nowhere to go.” She says as they start to walk down the street.

“Hey, I volunteered to take you and I know my husband will love you. He’s a quiet man but he’s a very good man. We also have two girls that you’ll meet, Shaul and Sherilyn; Shauly is going to be fifteen in October and Sheri will be ten very soon.” She smiles at the mention of an October birthday.

“My birthday is in October too.” She states quietly.

“What’s that?” They make it to a diner, and he holds the door open for her. “Booth or table?”

She looks around and points to a booth in the less crowded part of the diner. “Oh, I said that my birthday is in October too, like your daughter.”

He smiles brightly at her. “What day?”

“Halloween.” She mutters and waits for him to call her a devil like Marcus did.

“Hey guys! Eddie! New friend?” A waitress comes over and greets them enthusiastically while dropping off the menus.

“Hey Amanda! Yeah, this is Grace! She’s gonna be staying with us for a bit hopefully. Grace, this is Amanda, she’s our favorite waitress.”

Amanda scoffs. “He says that about all of the waitresses.” She stage whispers to Grace and it makes her giggle. “It’s nice to meet you! What can I get y’all to drink?”

“It’s nice to meet you too. Can I just get a water?”

“Of course, sweetie! And a tea for you, Eddie?” She sends a smile to the older man.

“You know it, bonita.” He waits for her to walk away before turning back to Grace. “Nancy’s going to love you, kid; her favorite holiday is Halloween.” Her heart flutters and she blushes softly. “What did I say?” He asks confused.

“Oh, um, i-it’s nothing.” She covers her mouth and drops her eyes when the stutter shows up. “S-sorry I su-stutter when I’m nervous. I-It’ll stop soon.” She utters quietly, hoping he won’t be annoyed.

“Hey, look at me.” She looks up at him hesitantly. “José didn’t tell me a lot, but he said enough; no one’s going to hurt you here and you can stay as long as you want. ¿Entiendes?”

She nods and looks away. “Intentaré creerlo, eventualmente.” She mutters and is thankful when Amanda comes with their drinks.

“Here you go, lovelies. Now, y’all know what you want?”

She looks at the side options and smiles. “Can I just have some fries please? With a side of ranch?” She closes the menu and hands it to Amanda.

“That all you want? You can order whatever.” Eddie declares.

“That’s all, I’m not that hungry.” She grins, hoping he’ll drop it.

“Alright, I just want my usual, please.” He hands her the menu too and laughs at her eyeroll.

“One day I’ll get you to pick something else mister. I’ll get those put in and get it out soon.” She turns but stops for a moment and faces Grace again. “If you want to order anything else, you let me know.” She turns and walks away before Grace can answer.

She interrupts Eddie before he can ask. “I don’t eat a lot. I know José told you enough about Marcus for you to get an idea, so I’ll tell you a bit more. He used food as a punishment, and I didn’t eat a lot, so I guess my stomach adjusted and shrunk.” She shrugs. “I don’t really know but I do know that if I try to eat big meals, I’ll be sick.”

He nods and she’s thankful that he doesn’t push the envelope. “Okay, I’m sure there’s a way to work on that but for now, but for now just make sure you eat when you’re hungry okay?”

She chokes on her sip of water. “You’re talking like you’re gonna keep me awhile.” He sends her a sad smile.

“I hope you’ll let us; you seem like a good kid from what José told me. He wouldn’t have sent you to me if you were a bad kid, not with my girls or Nancy’s son, Tyler. So, you can stay the week and if you decide you want it to be permanent, we’ll work on getting you free from your mom and stepdad, sí mija?”

She feels tears start to run down and she quickly wipes them away. Eddie hands her a napkin and she sends him a smile.

They talk about any and everything and Eddie is kind enough to not make her elaborate on anything she doesn’t want to; he just moves on to the next subject easily. Grace tells him how much she loves him as a wrestler and how Woman is her favorite, to which he gives her an amused look that she can’t decipher. She loved the stories of his husband and girls and how they decided to use a surrogate to start their family.

“Why did you decide to retire?”

He gets a far off look on his face and smiles sadly. “I was having some health issues, chest pains and such, so Nancy and Chris made me go to the doctor. Long story short, my heart was worse than we thought, and I got it checked out just in time to save my life. So, I decided to retire and open the gym, then Joanie came to help out.”

She shakes herself out of her thoughts when they reach the gym, and her eyes go wide. “Oh my gosh! I love it!” She looks around and spots a familiar face. “That’s Chyna.” She mutters and Eddie laughs.

“Yeah mija, that’s Chyna but her name is Joanie, and she works with me while Chris is gone.” He points to someone to the side of them and waves them over. “And this is Nancy.” He smirks. “Nancy this is Grace, she’s a big fan.”

Grace turns and freezes. “Hey sweetie! I’m Nancy!” She holds her hand out and Grace blinks for a moment before reaching taking her hand and shaking it. “Aren’t you the cutest?”

She shakes herself again and tells herself to get ahold of herself before she looks like a fool. “I’m sorry about that. Hi, I’m Grace Parker. It’s really nice to meet you.” She drops her head slightly and blushes.

She feels Nancy’s hand gently cup her chin and it feels safe, nothing like the fear she felt from her mother’s hand. “There is nothing to be sorry for. When Eddie called me and told me he would be having a new guest something told me I should be here.” She tilts Grace’s face up to look her in the face. “I can tell it was the right decision.” She drops her hand from her face and smiles. As she watches Eddie talk to Joanie about him and Nancy taking her to the house to get settled she can’t help but feel that small sense of dread about Marcus and her mom. Have they realized she’s gone? Do they actually care?

According to the alarm clock on the nightstand it’s two in the morning and she’s wide awake. If someone were to ask why, Grace wouldn’t have a good answer. She’s not scared of these people (surprisingly), and she actually has a bed, not just a mattress on the floor. She likes the daughters, and she thinks they like her too; they didn’t seem to hate her for being in their house, so that’s a win. So why is she crying?

“Come on in, Grace.” He opens the door and lets her and Nancy in first before following them and setting her bags on the floor. “Mis hijas! Come here please!” Grace looks around the beautiful home in wonder.

“Papa! You’re home early, oh hi.” Grace focuses in when Nancy places a gentle hand on her back and waves at the two girls in front of them.

“Hi, I’m Grace.” She smiles nervously.

“Come on girls, why don’t I make some food while Papa shows Grace around, okay?” Nancy leads them off to the kitchen and mutters something to them that makes her nervous.

She taps at her collarbone as she watches the three walk off. “I hope they or you don’t think I’m taking up space. I just-.”

Eddie slowly puts a hand on her shoulder so she can watch him and smiles. “Nonsense mija, Nancy’s just better at explaining things sometimes depending on the situation. Now come on and let’s get you set up in your bedroom and you can call José too.”

He leads her up the stairs and to a beautiful bedroom with a huge bed and its own bathroom. She can feel tears start to well in her eyes and she hopes they won’t fall. Eddie turns to her and grins softly at her.

“It’s beautiful sir, really, thank you so much. It’s too much though, I can sleep on the couch or something.” Eddie shakes his head and sets her things on the bed. “No cariña, Chris and I want you comfortable for as long as you stay. It’s a bit bare right now because Chris wanted you to pick your own things out, should you choose to stay with us.”

She is busy looking around the room and whips her head to him. “Choose my own things? W-why?”

He looks confused. “Because this would be your home and you deserve to decorate how you want. We let the girls decorate their rooms when we moved here officially too.”

“I-I’ve never even had a bed, sir, just a mattress on the floor and Mom only bought me what I needed so people wouldn’t question her. I-I’m just confused not ungrateful, I promise.”

“You are absolutely allowed to say no Grace, but may I hug you?” She thinks for a moment before allowing a short hug that she pulls away from when her ribs start to scream. “Let’s get you fixed back up and then I’ll leave you alone for a bit to freshen up and call José, okay?”

A knock on the door scares her and she lets out a shaky come in. She lets out a sigh of relief when one of the girls opens the door.

“H-hey, Sherilyn, right?” She smiles at the slow nod and gets a smile back. “What’s up? Are you okay?” She discreetly wipes the tears from her eyes and sits up.

“It’s your first night and Tía Nancy said that that can be scary, so I brought you one of my friends.” She whispers excitedly before coming

over to the bed. “This is Ghost and he’s a good protector so I thought he could sleep with you tonight. If you want that is.” She shrugs and hugs the white bear to her chest and Grace spills more tears.

“Thank you Sherilyn, he seems like the perfect protector, I’ll be sure to give him back in the morning, okay? But let’s get you back to bed.” Sherilyn holds her hand out and Grace gently grabs it before letting her lead them to the hallway where Shaul is sleepily waiting.

“I thought she may go to your room; did she bother you?”

“Not at all and either of you are welcome any time.” She hands Sherilyn off to her sister and Shaul pauses for a moment.

“Aunt Nancy says you didn’t have nice brothers.”

Grace stiffens. “They followed after their daddy… I can’t fault them for that.” She skirts the question.

“Nosotros no hacemos eso aquí.” Shaul mutters before walking away.

“Así que estoy aprendiendo.”

Grace wakes up early the next morning and she’s confused before the next two days flash before her eyes. She lays there for a moment and hopes sleep will take her under again, but it never comes so she decides to get up and get ready for the day. After a shower, she softly goes down to the kitchen with Ghost in her arms and is surprised by Nancy sitting at the island.

“Good morning sweetheart; how did you sleep?”

“It was rough at first, but Sherilyn let me borrow Ghost to sleep with and it got better.” She smiles to herself at the memory.

“Sheri’s a sweetheart and easy to love; she loves just as easy too. Not like my Tyler for sure.” She points to the couch using her coffee mug where Grace can see a sleeping boy with wild hair. “He’s gonna blame me for that hair one day.”

“He looks adorable.” She makes a cup of coffee for herself and silently asks if Nancy wants more. “I thought I would make breakfast.”

“You don’t have to; Eddie and I usually make something when I’m in town.” She stares at Grace for a moment before continuing. “You don’t ever have to live the way you did before Grace and we’re going to help you away from them whether you stay here or not.”

“Why? Why are you and Eddie so ready and willing to help someone you just met yesterday? I don’t mean to sound ungrateful but w-why?” She turns to face the sink as her breathing picks up slightly and she focuses on her breathing. “I just don’t understand, and I want to.” She says slowly.

“And that’s a valid thing, it does seem strange from your point of view; to go from what you did to overly helpful people? Your brain must be screaming at you to run and run far, right? You don’t have to believe this but we’re doing it because we can, and we want to. No strings attached for you Grace; you can walk away at any time.” Nancy makes her steps loud so that Grace can hear her coming.

“No strings? Just help?” She’s crying again and she hates it.

“No strings sweet girl.” Grace sighs softly and nods. “Now why don’t you and I cook together?”

Grace smiles. “I’d like that.”

They make a big breakfast to feed everyone in the house and Grace makes herself two scrambled eggs and a bowl of fruit. She asks Nancy questions and learns that El Paso is her family’s second home, and she stays here when Taz is away for business. Eddie seems surprised when he sees Grace is still there that morning and Sherilyn seems happy as well.

“Good morning.” She gives them a small wave. “I helped Ms. Nancy make breakfast; I hope that’s okay.”

“Sí absolutely, whatever makes you comfortable, but you don’t have to ever.” Nancy nods while he talks.

“I told her that Eddie.” She smiles at Grace, and it warms her like the sunlight.

She feels a soft tug on her shirt, and she looks to see Sherilyn. “Hey good morning! Here’s Ghost back; thanks for letting me borrow him last night.” She grins at the younger girl.

“You should keep him; he seems to like you a lot.”

“A-are you sure? Won’t you miss him?”

“You’ll be here so so will he.” She shrugs and walks off to join the sleepy Tyler and Shaul as if it’s the easiest solution in the world.

Grace can feel Eddie and Nancy’s eyes on her, but she can’t stop petting her new friend and protector.

Bonita: pretty ¿Entiendes?: You understand? Intentaré creerlo, eventualmente: I’ll try to believe it, eventually Mis hijas: my daughters cariña: honey Tía: Aunt Nosotros no hacemos eso aquí: We don’t do that here Así que estoy aprendiendo: So I’m learning

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In Another Life (Ch. 9)

“Let me get this straight…” Other Ryou inhaled and pointed to the battlefield where Kek and Bakura’s cards lay. “You guys… have this children’s card game… that has literally been used to determine the fate of the world and take lives. That’s… insane.”

Bakura grinned and set a trap card behind his monsters. “Sanity is a slippery slope in this world, my friend.”

Touzoku-Ou, lying on his side behind Bakura, exaggerated a yawn. “You think this is crazy? Back in my day, we used our souls to summon monsters. If they were destroyed, you bet your ass you were the one feeling it.”

“Listen, old-timer,” Kek grunted, rearranging the cards in his hands. “I tried to recreate that shit with shadow magic, and everyone was like, ‘Kek, no! Kek, stop torturing people! Kek, you can’t use card games to invoke suffering!’ I was all for fighting as one with your monsters. The pain hurts so good.”

“You freak,” Bakura snickered. “I remember your fight with Mai. Got your head chopped clean off.”

Kek licked his lips, winking at a paling Ryou. “That was a fun fight.”

Malik feigned dragging a knife across his darker half’s throat. “If that’s what you’re into, I’ll do it, but I’m gonna be pissed if you die on me.”

The group, including Ryou, laughed. From within the protective circle, Other Bakura and Other Touzoku-Ou snorted, rolled their eyes, and physically displayed as much displeasure over the tedium as they could. Ryou, noticing how completely bored and antsy the two men were, was happy to enjoy their misery from the safety of the group surrounding him. It brought him a sense of victory to be so free while they sat in a cage.

“We should invite Mai to hang out more often,” Kek said while dealing a devastating blow to Bakura’s life points. “She’s probably lonely with so much of the friendship squad preoccupied with relationships and careers.” He nudged Malik in the stomach. “We could set her up, I bet. Opposites attract, right? Think Sister wants a girlfriend with a big ol’ pair of tits to su—”

“Nope, nope, nope!” Malik shoved his pointer fingers into his ear canals. “I don’t want to think about my sister’s love life, much less her sex life.”

Touzoku-Ou sneered at the blonde. “You’re such a priss, Malik. Wouldn’t bother you if he tried to set some other chick up with what’s her face.”

“Mai,” Bakura supplied. “You haven’t had a chance to meet her, have you? She’s not too bad. Fiery and independent. Great set of tits, if you’re into that. Think Dog-Boy had a thing for her for a while before he decided he wanted to suck the CEO’s cock more.”

“Talk about opposites attract,” Malik muttered, shaking his head. “I’m surprised he decided to give Kaiba a chance after some of the shit they’ve fought over. Kinda always thought Jonouchi would end up with Yugi, at least before Atem showed back up.”

“They talked about dating a long time ago. Like… before Battle City.” Bakura wiped Kek’s monsters from the field with a spell-trap combo. “Decided their love for each other was platonic or some shit. Personally, I would have at least gotten a blowjob before shutting away my ‘love’ for someone. But whatever floats the Mini Pharaoh’s boat.”

Kek’s points dropped below one thousand, and he narrowed his eyes at Bakura. “That was cheap. And how do you even know some of this shit?”

“That was perfectly legal, loser. As for your question… Yugi confided a lot more in Ryou than you realize, especially when it was about things that involved his other friends.”

“You eavesdropped?” Malik scoffed. “Ryou’s right. You are a pervert.”

“Call me what you want, Ishtar.” Bakura waited for his turn, a smug smirk curling his lips. “When you’re trapped in an accessory for three thousand years, you learn to take your fun where you can get it.”

His counterpart chuckled. “He told me once he used to fill Ryou’s dreams with erotic images just to watch him beat off.”

The Ishtar duo cackled as Bakura’s face turned beet red, and Malik teased, “I didn’t know you had a thing for him aaaaaallllll the way back then. Damn, things are starting to make sense.”

Bakura countered by flipping up his middle finger and taking the last chunk of Kek’s life points out. “It wasn’t about having a thing for him, it was for the sake of amusing myself. Fuck both of you. And you.” He glared at his tattletale lover.

“Hey, I would have done the same. And it would have been for perverted reasons. Aaaaand I would have owned it, because unlike you, I knew I wanted Ryou the moment I saw him.”

Kek cleared the field, handing his cards to Malik to shuffle and neaten back up. “To be fair, Bakura did have a demon goading him towards vengeance for the first however many years he knew Ryou. Hard to think about sex when you’re hearing ‘KILL THE PHARAOH’ on repeat.”

“You know that from experience, do you?” Touzoku-Ou asked, switching places with Bakura.

“Kinda. Mine was more like ‘KILL EVERYONE ESPECIALLY THE PHARAOH’. No need to dive into the specifics, though.”

Malik perched in Kek’s lap, turning his darker half’s body into a personal recliner. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you two. I managed to multitask just fine, mantra be damned.”

“You had the power of teenage hormones, Ishtar,” Bakura jeered and shuffled the deck he and Touzoku-Ou built. He offered it over to the ashen-haired man, who thanked him with a peck on the back of his hand.

“Yeah, well… Fuck you.”

“Excellent comeback, Albi. Remind me to write some down for you later.”

“Fuck you, too, Kek.”

“Eh, it’s almost our turn to be primary caretakers for the bastards over yonder. We’ll talk about that later, though. Worry not, my lovely light, your interest is accruing.”

***

After wandering around the circus grounds, efforts to find his alternate self’s boyfriends completely futile, Ryou stumbled upon someone he at least recognized inside a mostly empty tent. Relieved, he waved them down, exclaiming, “Malik! Can I borrow you, please?”

The Egyptian spun around, flaxen hair swishing over his shoulders, and Ryou froze mid-step. His Malik always sported heavily-lined eyes, usually with his favorite black kohl. Sometimes he dabbed a highlighter over his cheekbones, maybe rubbed on a smear of maroon lip color if he felt like leaving marks on Kek’s face and neck. The Malik in front of him, however, leveled up his makeup game.

Metallic gold and bronze shimmered atop his eyelids, outlined by a smoky warm brown and artistically smudged black eyeliner. His whole face showed depths of contouring and highlighting, bringing out his naturally stunning and exotic bone structure. His lips, overdrawn by a smidge to sharpen their shape, reflected the same gold as his eyelids.

“Hey, Ry! Actually, since you’re here, can I borrow you? Yugi borrowed my mirror, and I want to finish up this look so I can get fitted for tomorrow’s show outfit.”

“I-I… I would love to help…?” Ryou snapped his jaw closed, breathing through his nose. “You already look great, though. What else do you need?”

Tugging his hair back into a tight ponytail, Malik beamed and winked. “You’re sweet, Ry. I want to add more pizazz. Maybe rhinestones or beads? I’ve got some spirit gum for tomorrow, but let’s just use eyelash glue for now.”

Blankly nodding, Ryou sat beside Malik on a plastic stool. “Why not do this in a bathroom or something?”

“Bleh, we’ve been on the road for so long, I needed the fresh air. It was working fine until Yugi ran off with my mirror. Think he’s sick of being cooped up, too.”

Brushing one speck of glue at a time, Ryou applied the gold and bronze beads per Malik’s instructions, dotting them along the outer edges of his cheeks and hairline. “Have you seen Bakura and Touzoku-Ou, by chance?”

“Lost your loverboys?” Malik batted his eyelashes, smirking when Ryou blushed. “I’ve been paying more attention to my makeup, sorry. I know Bakura was with Kek at the tomb maze, but I think they should be done by now. Maybe they’re with Mai, going over outfits and makeup plans? Think Bakura is going with a darker, more demony theme for his act this time around. Bet it will look rad.”

Unable to contribute to the conversation, Ryou fell silent and finished the last bead, firmly holding it to Malik’s forehead with tweezers. The blonde hummed, his eyelashes fluttering closed, and carried on, “Has Touzoku-Ou told you what he’s doing for his look this time around? I know Kek is sticking with his classic black and gold. He worries changing it up too much might get in the way of his performance.”

“I don’t… think we’ve talked about it. I'm not sure.”

“Well, I'm sure he’ll look good whatever he wears. Hard not to with a body like that.”

“Yeah, that’s true…”

When the pressure on his forehead disappeared, Malik glanced up at Ryou. “What about you? What are you going to do?”

‘Hopefully go home, since otherwise my act will be a flop…’

Shrugging, Ryou set down the tweezers among the rest of Malik’s kit. “I’m still deciding. Guess I need to figure it out. Maybe I’ll ask around for some opinions.”

“I think you’d look good in somber black, like Bakura, but with a few flashes of red and gold, like how Touzoku-Ou usually wears. Maybe some body painting, like swirls along your curves, a paw print on your chest. Ooh, a snake on your bicep to reference Diabound? Touzoku-Ou would eat that up.”

“Um, yeah, that might be…”

Malik rose to his feet, pulling Ryou in for a hug. “I know you’re shy and prefer sticking to more plain looks so the animals keep all the attention, but going all out once in a while is fun.”

‘I’m shy…? I mean, I probably wouldn’t want to perform in a circus, but I don’t think I’m shy. Guess this version of me is a bit different. Funny that he performs, though, if he is normally so withdrawn.’

“I’ll consider it, Malik. Thanks,” Ryou sighed into the blonde hair, scrunching his face as it tickled his nose. “I should probably get back to my search.”

“Wanna walk with me to Mai? I’m sure that’s where they are. Pretty much everything is done being set up.”

Since he had absolutely no idea where Mai was, Ryou agreed and let Malik lead him out of the tent. The sun sat lower in the sky, lighting the clouds with splotches of purple tucked inside the red and orange glow. The pair walked among the stands to a large trailer — larger than the RV his alternate self resided in — decked out with fairy lights and ‘MK’ painted boldly across the door.

Malik knocked and promptly let himself in, Ryou at his heel with a bit more pause. Mai Kujaku, a vision of the usual loveliness as Ryou expected, analyzed Kek, recognizable from the back by his infamous hair. She skirted around him, viewing his face and body from every angle, oblivious to the newcomers.

“What’s cookin’, good lookin’? That what you’re going to be rocking for the show?”

Ryou couldn’t see around the door, but he sensed the finger guns accompanying Touzoku-Ou’s flirtatious tone. Malik shot back a cheeky grin.

“You know it. And what a perfect coincidence that the two handsome dorks I was looking for are here together.”

“Why?” Suspicion dripped from Bakura’s words. “What do you want?”

Waving off the question, Malik pulled Ryou from behind the safety of the door, ignoring or oblivious to Ryou’s spooked eyes and slack jaw. “I don’t want anything. Just delivering a present.”

The men jumped to their feet at the sight of Ryou. Bakura, being closest, lunged forward and wrapped the slighter male in a bone-crushing hug. Heat blushed Ryou’s cheeks while the breath on his ear shivered down his spine.

“There you are…! We were getting worried you weren’t going to come out,” Bakura whispered, low to keep the words private. He planted a kiss on Ryou’s temple and pulled back to let Touzoku-Ou squirm into the hug.

“Ryou.” He nuzzled into his neck, trailing kisses from shoulder to ear. “My precious gem… Can we step outside to talk?”

Mai called over Kek’s head, “If you’re leaving, don’t take too long. I’ve still got to work on you three, Malik, Yugi, Atem… And then I have to get everything approved by Seto. You know how picky he is about his visions.”

Malik laughed and swung his arms behind his head. “Hey, I’m easy. Slap on some black shorts, add some tulle or silk accents, send me on my way.”

“You’ll need something for the top, or we will have to brainstorm body paint designs.”

Bakura growled and pushed Touzoku-Ou and, by extension, Ryou towards the door. “Yeah, yeah. Jabber on. We’ll be back.” The door slammed shut behind them, and he jerked his chin to a tree a few meters off. “Over there, away from nosy gossipmongers.”

Ryou dragged his feet behind the two, staring hard into their backs. They weren’t angry, from what he could tell, but he wasn’t used to resolving conflict he himself caused. Of all the fights the trio experienced over the past three years, most of it came from Bakura and Touzoku-Ou. Once or twice, when their actions affected Yugi or his close-knit group, Ryou took the offensive. And, consequently, Bakura or Touzoku-Ou would apologize. They hated upsetting him, and they never got angry with him unless he put himself in harm’s way.

His lower face painfully rammed into the skull of Touzoku-Ou, which brought him back to the present immediately. The man whirled around and steadied him, eyes squinted with concern. “Are you okay?”

“S-Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

Bakura circled around and used his fingertip to massage Ryou’s sore points. “Gotta be more careful, Babe. Touzoku-Ou’s head is like a brick wall. You could have busted your lip right open.”

Kicking Bakura’s shin, more joking than spiteful, Touzoku-Ou mumbled under his breath, “You’re the hardheaded one, dipshit.” He grasped Ryou’s hands and kissed each. “Seriously, are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Really.” Ryou found the patches of grass by his feet very interesting, an excellent distraction from the heat bubbling up in his body and the two attentive, strikingly handsome men in front of him. “I should be asking you. It was my fault.”

“Nonsense. This idiot could take a jackhammer to the skull and be fine,” Bakura snorted, bursting into a full laugh when Touzoku-Ou kicked him significantly harder than before. “Now, onto more important matters… Ryou, I—”

“We,” Touzoku-Ou corrected while shouldering Bakura.

The latter rolled his eyes, but nonetheless adjusted his words. “We wanted to apologize for earlier.”

Ryou’s mouth dropped into an ‘O’-shape. ‘...What?’

Touzoku-Ou scratched at his head, eyes flickering between Bakura and Ryou. “You weren’t feeling good, but I kept messing with you… And then Baku was messing with you… And we weren’t respecting your feelings.”

“We should have backed off,” Bakura agreed, and his hand reached to stroke Ryou’s cheek. “We made you feel pressured… And we made you cry.”

“We also heard you… in the bathroom.” Touzoku-Ou laid his cheek on Ryou’s shoulder. “I didn’t realize you were getting so homesick. We can go talk to Kaiba, if you want to sit this show out. I can handle your section with Diabound. And then once this part of the tour is done, the three of us can take a vacation, go back to your hometown, whatever you want.”

‘This… is really sweet. But I don’t know how to tell them they have it all wrong.’

Bakura’s gaze drove deep into Ryou’s. “Ryou… Please say something. We are sorry. So sorry.”

“Extremely sorry,” Touzoku-Ou muttered and nuzzled closer. “Please, my gem, forgive us. My heart couldn’t handle you hating us.”

“I-I could never… I don’t hate you…! You’re misunderstanding!” Ryou stammered, swallowing the nerves knotting up his throat. “I was never angry at either of you…! It’s… Um, it’s complicated…?”

They stepped back, their eyes searching his. Bakura spoke, “Then, Ryou… Please tell us what’s wrong. We love you. We’d do anything to make you feel better.”

Before Ryou could formulate a believable excuse, an unidentifiable voice rasped, “Massssterssss.”

His eyes snapped to their widest as Diabound slithered towards the trio, her colossal body flattening the grass beneath. Her silver eyes tracked him like prey while she serpentined around both Bakura and Touzoku-Ou’s legs, forcing him to stumble backwards.

“Diabound…!” Touzoku-Ou snapped quietly, throwing glances over his shoulders. “You know you aren’t supposed to leave the pen when volunteers are around.”

“Much less speak, you damnable creature,” Bakura growled and pushed her head away from his face. “Are you trying to be turned into some science experiment? What if someone heard you?”

Ryou felt his knees wobble as the snake’s mouth inched open and the gravelly, sexless voice declared, “Not my masssster. Ryou gone.”

“What are you hissing about?” Touzoku-Ou gently repositioned the snake’s head, directing her to look at Ryou. “He’s right there, you silly serpent.”

“Not my masssster,” She repeated, and the voice carried a more assertive hiss to it. “Not my Ryou. He ssssaid sssso. Give back Masssster. Want Masssster.”

Baffled by the creature’s strange behavior, Bakura and Touzoku-Ou shifted their eyes between Ryou and Diabound. Their eyes lingered on Ryou’s unsettled stance, his disquieted, doe-eyed gaze. Something clicked in their brains, and their eyebrows slanted down, narrowing their incredulous eyes.

As the two stepped around the massive snake and approached him, all Ryou could think was: ‘You friggin’ blabbermouth.’

***

“Victory!” Malik grinned and flipped his fingers into a ‘V’-shape. “Suck my dick, Mr. King of Thieves.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Touzoku-Ou grumbled. “This modern ripoff is stupid. It used to be about spiritual strength, but now you rely on trap and magic cards to save your ass. And half the stuff you pull off is bullshit.”

Bakura chuckled and kissed Touzoku-Ou’s shoulder. “Pouting over a loss is beneath you. Do what I do when Malik wins: kick his ass.”

Jokingly, Kek growled, “Watch it, tomb-robbers. I’ll kick your ass if you touch Malik.” He proceeded to pinch Malik’s exposed midriff, snickering when his other half slapped his hands away.

Other Ryou, interest piqued by Kek’s words, poked Touzoku-Ou’s shoulder for both his and Bakura’s attention. “What’s it like, robbing tombs? Isn’t it dangerous because of the traps?”

“Not if you know how to dismantle them,” Touzoku-Ou boasted and crossed his arms, lips reverting into his cocky smirk. “Which I did. I also avoided them entirely thanks to Diabound. Hard to get caught in a trap if you go right through it.”

“What’s Diabound?”

The pair of thieves considered him for a moment before Touzoku-Ou lifted himself off the ground. Malik frowned, opening his mouth to protest something beyond Ryou’s knowledge, but Bakura flicked the coin from his deck carrier directly into the center of his forehead.

“Summoning Diabound doesn’t use that much magic, Ishtar. Besides, we’re getting the gods to help, right?”

“You’re assuming they will. They might not be able to.”

Kek nosed Malik’s cheek, his tongue darting out to lick the corner of Malik’s mouth. While the other screeched in disgust, Kek leered, “Let him show off, Albi. And stop being dramatic.”

Under the assumption Malik was too distracted to argue his point further, Touzoku-Ou summoned his heka, diving deep into his soul to call forth his ka. Ryou and his fellow other-realmers watched, him awestruck and them morbidly curious.

Through lights ranging from heavenly white to scarlet and sparkling with flecks of gold, the body of a divine serpent sprung forth, coiling around Touzoku-Ou protectively. Above its snake half, Diabound’s humanoid upper body materialized. The feathered wings both at its hips and shoulder blades shimmered like diamonds.

“W-Whoa…” Ryou breathed, and he gasped when the giant beast turned to him, reaching its massive hand towards him. “Um… G-Guys?”

“It’s okay,” Touzoku-Ou chuckled. “Diabound might recognize you aren’t our Ryou, but he won’t harm you.”

Bakura also laughed, a gentle sound as opposed to his more iconic howling. “Diabound acts on Touzoku-Ou’s will, so he guards Ryou like a mother bear.”

Comforted by their assurance, Ryou touched the giant creature’s extended palm, unable to hold back breathy sounds of astonishment. The snake portion of the creature slinked over and flicked it’s arm-sized tongue along Ryou’s leg. He giggled.

“That tickles!”

Malik grumbled, “Sure, licks Ryou, tries to eat me and Kek. I see how it is.”

Kek snorted. “You would think it would be opposite, considering I know Touzoku-Ou likes to —”

“Hey!” Touzoku-Ou snapped, cheeks reddening despite his complexion. “Asshole! It was an experiment that you shouldn’t have even walked in on!”

With the outcry, Diabound faded, but Ryou couldn’t even be disappointed; apparently there was juicy drama and sexy talk afoot.

Falling to the ground, Bakura rolled with laughter. “Hypocrite! I thought you wore your pervert badge with pride?”

“It’s not perverted to explore my sexual desires and try new things! The modern world has a lot of novelty, and Ryou was perfectly happy to help!”

“Of course he was.” Bakura cured his cackling with wistful eyes and a swipe of the tongue. “Ryou loves a good experiment. Don’t you remember how we ended up with a couple of dumb blondes in our bed?”

Grimacing, Malik glared at the white-haired yami. “We agreed never to speak of that again! I do not need to remember the events of that night… And now I can’t help it. Kek!” He shook his darker half’s shoulder. “Do that thing! Repress my memories!”

“Nah, Albi,” Kek drawled, face ever so slightly flushed. “That was a good night. You’re just pissed cause you got stuck with Bakura instead of Ryou since a certain self-proclaimed king was hogging him.”

“I’m a thief. Selfishness runs in my blood.” Touzoku-Ou gave Malik a finger-gun and winked. “Maybe next time you can get to him first.”

“Oh, no! We’re not doing that again! It was a one time thing because you, Bakura, and Kek thought it’d be funny.”

Bakura smirked. “It was funny. And hot. Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it, because I don’t recall a single objection while Kek and I—”

“Shut up, Ra dammit! You know what? Fuck watching these bastards. They’re your lookalikes, so you two can take a double-shift. Kek, we’re leaving!”

Excitement tangible, Kek’s tongue lolled out his mouth. “Are we going to start working off that interest? ‘Cause with all this remembering, I could use a little one-on-one time with you.”

“I don’t fucking care what we do, as long as they,” Malik motioned to the sniggering Bakura and Touzoku-Ou, “are not present.”

Lapping at his lips, Kek swooped down and scooped Malik into his arms. “Sweet. See you guys later! Hope you don’t get blue balls.”

Ryou watched Kek rush out of the room wearing a manic grin. He expected it would be a while before he saw them again. Not that he could blame them. The image got his blood pumping, too, and he wasn’t even around for the supposed fivesome.

Touzoku-Ou stretched and helped Bakura back to his feet. “How shall we pass the time now? We know each other’s decks inside and out, so dueling will be boring.”

“I was already bored of dueling.” Bakura shrugged and cracked his back, wincing at the sensation. “Sitting hunched over on the floor is uncomfortable. We should have dragged over a table and chairs.”

“You’re getting soft,” His boyfriend teased, poking at his belly. “Maybe we should make a trip Kaiba’s gym once we get Rohi back.”

At the term he recognized to mean their Ryou, Other Ryou peered over at the still form. A part of him ached, knowing the taunts his Bakura and Touzoku-Ou threw at him earlier were true: he was only a temporary guest, a substitute for their chaste affections and flirtations. The one they really loved was trapped somewhere outside his own body. Once he returned, Ryou would be cast back into his own realm along with his murderous pair of ‘boyfriends.’

His eyes wanted to water, but he wouldn’t give the killers the satisfaction. Instead, he yawned and announced, “If you two are sticking around here, I’m gonna go take a nap. I need to take advantage of my time away from them.” He didn’t bother gesturing, knowing both pairs of men knew who he was referring to.

“Go for it,” Bakura acknowledged with a grin. “You probably need a break after everything you’ve experienced today anyway.”

“Sleep well, little one.” Touzoku-Ou winked and blew a kiss. “Sweet dreams, as they say.”

Ryou tried to hide the longing in his eyes and bit his tongue to resist the temptation of inviting the men to accompany him.

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They dragged him away from the trailers, tents, and RVs. Every time he started to speak, they shushed him or squeezed his wrist to the point of drawing a whimper. Behind them, slithering proudly, Diabound kept her eyes on Ryou.

When they were far enough from the circus grounds, Touzoku-Ou shoved Ryou ahead of them. He managed to catch himself, but Diabound struck soon after, coiling her body around him until his knees buckled. She seemed proud of herself for subduing the imposter on behalf of her masters.

They loomed over him, blazing eyes ready to burn him to cinders. Bakura nudged him through a gap in Diabound’s hold.

“This is starting to make way too much sense. Did you enjoy listening to us prattle on about our love for the boy whose face you stole?”

Touzoku-Ou bared his teeth. “Who the fuck are you? What have you done with him, shapeshifter? So help me, if he’s hurt, I’ll strangle you myself.”

Through coughs and gasps, Ryou actually laughed. “Here I was thinking this world was normal, no magic to be seen. Now there’s a talking snake and shapeshifters apparently?” He winced as Diabound hissed by his ear. “Could you call her off? She’s heavy, I can’t breathe… How can I tell you anything?”

“Give us one reason not to let her squeeze the last ounce of air from your lungs,” Bakura sneered, crouching so they could look in each other’s eyes. Touzoku-Ou followed suit, squatting by Ryou’s head.

“How — ow! — about the fact that this is very much his actual body that you're hurting right now?” Their eyes, distrustful, full of loathing, buried into him. “Seriously? Ask your — fuck… — snake! I told her as much.” Ryou managed a weak glare at Diabound. “If you were gonna blab on me, couldn’t you at least tell them the whole story?”

“Diabound?” Touzoku-Ou nodded towards the beast. “What did he tell you exactly?”

She tilted her head, reaching into her recollection. “Not Ryou you know… Another universssse… Am ka … Egypt… Pharaoh and demon god.”

Ryou groaned, wiggling in the coils of muscle, frantically trying to remove the pressure on his spine and groin. “That’s a very — ouch! — abridged version. Kinda skipped a lot of detail.”

“Give her a minute,” Bakura snapped, and Ryou flinched, sincerely nervous the man might strike him. “She might be a magical creature, but she’s still a snake. They’re not built for memory recall.”

Diabound, ignoring their vehement argument, continued to rasp, “Not the Ryou ussssed to. Hissss body, different ssssoul. No blab.”

The two men, eyeing him, stood. Touzoku-Ou snapped his fingers. On cue, Diabound released her hold and slithered off Ryou’s body. He couldn’t resist, through inhales and exhales, grumbling, “Yet here… we are… Blabbermouth.”

“What does all that mean? Not the Ryou you know or are used to?” Bakura, rather than allow Ryou to catch his breath, demanded.

While opening his mouth, sarcastic response on his tongue, Ryou noticed the switchblade his doppelganger held. Instinct overtook him, driving him to crawl backwards, away from potential harm. They recognized his fear, and Bakura appeared to falter, lowering the blade back into his pocket. Regardless whether they felt bad for frightening him or simply disliked seeing their boyfriend’s face twisted in terror, Ryou appreciated the gesture.

Fighting through his air-starved lungs, Ryou shuddered and whispered, “I… I’m not the Ryou you know… But I am Ryou. I don’t understand all the details, and I definitely don’t know why this is happening… But I am Bakura Ryou.”

“Bakura?” Bakura echoed dubiously. “I don’t get it. Are you me or are you Ryou?”

Ryou frowned. “My full name is Bakura Ryou. Bakura’s my surname. Why? What’s your Ryou’s last name?”

“Imamura,” Touzoku-Ou answered. “Imamura Ryou. Weird that you share a name with your boyfriend. Or does your Bakura go by a different — why are you laughing?"

“So-sorry. It’s—” Giggle. “It’s a long story, but you calling it weird was just very funny. Ah, Gods above, I needed that laugh.”

His laughter eased what remained of their tension, their body postures relaxing significantly. Touzoku-Ou stepped closer, offering his hand to Ryou and helping the shaken male stagger upright.

“So, for clarification,” Bakura mused, holding his chin. “You’re saying you are Ryou, just from some weird alternate plane of existence? Where apparently you share my name?” He cocked an eyebrow as Ryou devolved into laughter again. “Am I wrong?”

Ryou waved one hand, holding his belly with the other. “Hehe, close enough. You have the right idea.”

The two men, not understanding the apparently hilarious statements they had made, waited for him to catch his breath. Diabound, gazing between her masters and master’s imposter, released a hiss-like sigh. “Boring now. Am hungry. Want foodssss.”

Much to her masters’ chagrin, her declaration restarted Ryou’s fit of hilarity.

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CAFCASS - HUGE COCK UP’S AS CHILDREN ARE RIPPED FROM LOVING PARENTS

We have all heard reports and reviews of distain for CAFCASS, they’re hardly the UK’s favourite organisation because even when they do their job correctly, they will usually leave one parent disappointed. However, today we are going to look at not only when they do their job badly, but when they behave in such a disgraceful manner which so far has gone unpunished. I will break the rules of writing by using the same word repeatedly but let me explain why; The word ‘allegedly’ is designed to avoid me being sued by CAFCASS, but I can assure you that I have been reading reams of evidence to back up what I have to say.

CAFCASS are an agency designed to protect children, they are a key component of in every case that enters Family Court where there are children involved, such as child arrangement orders etc. They are supposed to be impartial and therefore should be trusted to behave in such a manner that is expected of people in such an important role. They aren’t there for mum and dad, they’re there for the children. What they do is not and should not be gender specific, they’re supposed to be neutral.

I will today be lifting the lid on CAFCASS and the secret world of Family Law. A world in which we are supposed to keep quiet about, but I asked you to open up about CAFCASS, as the stories I was hearing shocked me to the core, and you did on-mass. A warning, if you are easily shocked and it has a negative effect on your mental health then please stop reading here.

So let’s start by describing one incident that shocked me more than any other. A mum who was fighting to keep her children in court was met with a male CAFCASS officer who seemed to have taken a shine to mum, this happens I hear you say, but it really shouldn’t given the role the officer was having in the case, the man who was to recommend to the court whether the mum should keep her four children or not. So what did this CAFCASS officer allegedly decide to do about it? The answer to this question should be ‘He did nothing, resisting the fact he fancied her and got on with his job.’, no that’s not the route he took. He decided the best thing he could do is send her a photo of what was obviously his penis. This led to the mother getting angry and reporting him to CAFCASS. Whilst the investigation went on, this CAFCASS officer stayed in place and subsequently made recommendations that this mum would lose her four children. Not only should this officer have been removed from this, but he should also have been taken off any other case he was working on whilst investigations were ongoing. What happened was almost as shocking as the action itself, he was left on this case and we can only assume others whilst CAFCASS investigated. They had evidence of WhatsApp screenshots, so there could be no doubt. The conclusion CAFCASS came to was that because it couldn’t be proven that it was his own penis, the investigation was closed. These are people working for the protection of our children, surely the point is that he should not have sent a picture of anyone’s penis. This CAFCASS officer still works for them as far as we are aware. I put this accusation to CAFCASS separately to the rest of the allegations you’ll read about today, their response to this allegation was complete radio silence, whereas I got a reply about everything else.

Next up we look at the other allegations (with evidence) that I have been informed about, unfortunately I cannot give names, dates etc as Family Court is a closed court where anything can happen, almost without reprisals. Many parents gagged, but despite that, despite the fear of getting caught, lots of people came forward, I only wish I had more space to go on and on, I’ve only described one case and I’m already way past the normal length of an article, I’m not going to let that stop me though. I’ll begin with the CAFCASS officer who on the telephone call told mum that they’d do a Section 7 report, that’s where they take the children’s feeling into consideration, the officer went on to explain how they’d do that through play, thus understanding the child’s feelings, The child was only 4, the dad had paid no attention to the child for 4 years, so you can almost guess what the child would’ve said. When it came to court the CAFCASS officer said there was no need for a section 7, that’s despite there being allegations of domestic abuse towards mother and child (however the mum still encouraged contact, which was subsequently used against the mum). This child was taken from the only home life she knew, and 50/50 shared care was ordered. Now the child is displaying behavioral issues and saying she doesn’t want to go; she’s claimed that she’s requested to call her mummy when she’s upset and is being told ‘no’ she can’t. The other way round mum always allows the child to call dad if she requests it. So, by not doing a section 7 report the poor child’s wishes were not taken into consideration and for 7 days mum and daughter are completely cut off from each other. That to you the reader may seem like a small mistake, but it’s a mistake that puts the child in direct harm.

I want to talk now about a subject that has come up again and again, CAFCASS appointing experts that suit their agenda, especially when it comes to parental alienation, the favourite defense for abusers to use in court. Now don’t get me wrong, I know parental alienation does go on, but for some reason CAFCASS don’t employ experts like child psychologists, instead they allegedly employ unqualified parental alienation experts to make decisions on whether this is really happening. This is important because in one case in a contact centre, a CAFCASS officer allegedly overheard the mother telling her children to “Go and have a good time with daddy, don’t worry as I’ll be close by.” This was after the child had been crying hysterically, not wanting to go, this is normal surely, as it happens it wasn’t normal and was classed as parental alienation. This father had been a regular user of drugs and had never met the youngest child, but as the father allegedly knew the CAFCASS officer (The father had already said to the mother that as he worked for social services, he would be able to sway the case in his favour through the CAFCASS officer.), this case may well take a nasty turn. So prior to the final hearing taking place there were things missing from the CAFCASS report, instead they used what she’d said to reassure the children in the contact centre and they decided to recommend that the children be taken from mother and be placed in full time care of the father, giving the mother one hour a week contact to start with. Don’t forget that one of these children had never met the father. All based around one sentence described as parental alienation. Prior to the court case the father and the CAFCASS officer were seen and heard laughing and joking together, regardless of everything else, that was unprofessional.

edit — Parental Alienation does occur and when it does occur it’s quite frankly a disgrace. Sometimes, sadly, there are parents out there using this to gain an unfair advantage, forgetting about how damaging this is to the children. I believe CAFCASS should be trained along with judges & magistrates in how to spot a fake Parental Alienation allegation.

There have been several allegations that CAFCASS are funnelling money to solicitors with whom they have a personal friendship with. This allegation is hard to prove in isolation, but when reports of the same thing are coming from round the country with the results of Freedom of Information requests backing them up, then this allegation needs to be taken seriously. How is this important to the welfare of our children? The solicitors appointed are those who act as a guardian for the children, they’re supposed to be random from an approved list, but instead huge percentages of cases are going to a small percentage of the solicitors on the approved list. The allegation here is that the CAFCASS officers could potentially sway some cases in favour of what CAFCASS wants. This has backed up several cases I’ve been made aware of, cases where the CAFCASS officer has befriended one side of the case then the solicitor has reported back a different story than that which the child has been saying for months prior the case. I can’t reveal sources, however I have seen the spreadsheet showing the majority of legal aid payments made to a small percentage of the approved solicitors. In most cases huge chunks of the £25,000 legal aid allowance have been taken.

I’m aware this article is longer than normal but it’s such an important article that I feel the need to take up more of your valuable time.

One story which really struck me was the sickening case of a CAFCASS officer who used a child’s allergies to get at mum, but it doesn’t start there. First, the CAFCASS officer assigned to this case was socialising with the father outside of court. She told the mum to drop everything, because if she continued in court then she would lose her child forever. However, how could she drop the case when the abusive father had a criminal record as long as your arm (and I mean that literally as I’ve seen it), he was a dangerous man allegedly involved with criminal gangs. The criminal checks were supposed to be in the bundle, but they weren’t, this was excused as an error but the court never got to see them as CAFCASS had never requested them. It is the responsibility of CAFCASS to do these checks as part of the safeguarding letter, why did they miss this out? Who knows, but could the fact that the CAFCASS officer was socialising with the ex made her deliberately leave them out, knowing that it would be damning evidence for her new friend. It doesn’t end there, the mother informed CAFCASS of the child’s allergies but in a voicemail CAFCASS said not to bring the child’s bag of medication to school, later on down the line CAFCASS allegedly said that the mother had failed to take the child’s medication into school despite the allergies reported on the doctors notes, the mother spoke to the surgery and no third party had ever requested the medical records, something she has in writing. This meant that CAFCASS had no right to make recommendations on the child’s health whatsoever. That day that the mother followed the CAFCASS officers voicemail (which she still has) could’ve been the day the child has an allergic reaction that could’ve killed the child. The final nail in the coffin of this CAFCASS case is that they reported the child was happy and settled with the father, but the child was anything but happy. Old enough now to speak for themselves, they could describe how truly unhappy they really were.

One of the most common complaints was doctored or missing documents in the bundle when guardian’s have been appointed. Police records disappearing, doctors letters going missing. Psychological assessments appearing when no psychological assessment has been carried out. It almost feels like it is more of the same when it comes to guardians. There seems to be a favourite list of solicitors in each area, both soaking up legal aid in the thousands of pounds when in reality they’ve done next to no work. Allegedly they are doing what the CAFCASS officers want them to do which is very little apart from provide a statement that is in the favour of what the CAFCASS officer requests.

As a McKenzie Friend I have witnessed a lot myself, things I can’t report on because in family court you are gagged from saying anything. My experiences have made me question what I am doing, made me question if I am comfortable not speaking out about these things. I was only able to write this article due to the bravery of some people willing to tell their story.

I wrote to CAFCASS putting all my allegations to them, to give them a fair right to reply, however I was met with a bog-standard response, telling me that they take every complaint seriously, they can’t discuss individual cases with me, but they will take on board my concerns and urge anyone with a complaint to direct it to CAFCASS direct so they can deal with it. This is all well and good but what about the cases that have already gone through court? If we prove all these allegations (and most of you who responded to my call for CAFCASS complaints had evidence to back up what you told me). My question to the Ministry of Justice is that if allegations of corruption at CAFCASS could be proven, should all the cases that have relied on CAFCASS recommendations be reopened? Trust me, I will be making the Ministry of Justice aware of this article, but I’ll also be telling the Ministry of Justice that change needs to happen in family court fast, before any more children are harmed or killed.

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Sebastian x Demon! reader pt 2 (part one here)

Empty nest

Cw: slight dubcon, possessive behavior, slight yandere Sebastian, slight breeding kink on readers behalf, Sebby sorta has a breeding kink too, restraints, fear play, abandonment issues (you pretend like you’re going to leave him during se/x and Seb panics, that’s all)

You undressed Sebastian, noticing how he was trying to get out of the handcuffs. “Calm down, Sebastian. There’s no need to be ashamed.” You said with a grin. You honestly were having fun with teasing him like this, he’s out of his element and is submitting to you without a second thought.

You managed to undress him completely, Sebastian was squirming under you. His cock throbbed when you looked down at it. “Do you have lube?” You ask, giving his cock a few strokes.

“U-uncuff me, I’ll get it, it would be easier tha-“ You silence him with a kiss.

“I’m not uncuffing you, I know you Sebastian, you’re gonna try to turn the tables on me, aren’t you?” You see him try to get out of the handcuffs. You notice his face is pink now, you know he won’t break free since he doesn’t want to risk waking anyone up. “So, where is it?”

Sebastian hissed when you gave his cock a light squeeze. “The post, the one closer to your left side, twist the top of it and it’ll open.” He muttered out, you can hear him the embarrassment in his tone.

You give him a grin. “Sebastian, you have a hidden compartment in your bed frame for lube?” He bites his lips and nods. His hips twitch forward as soon as you let go of his cock. You grab the post, twist it and sure enough, the top part comes off and there’s a small bottle of lube. Though, you notice the bottle is half empty. You grab it and turn to him with a grin. “Do you use this often?”

He glared at you, shifting uncomfortably. “I don’t use it often, just when I need it.” He quickly turned away from you. You gave a quiet laugh, noticing his face turning red. You grab ahold of his cock again, pouring some lube onto the tip. Sebastian hissed the second it came in contact with his arousal. He huffed and wiggled under you. “You could have at least warmed it up first.”

You squeezed his cock as a warning. “Watch your tone, if you think I’ll tolerate bratty behavior, you’re wrong.” You moved your hand slowly to spread the lube. Your attention was back on his cock. “How sensitive are you? You’re not gonna cum from just a handjob, right?”

Sebastian gave a light laugh, though it quickly devolved into a moan when your thumb brushed against the tip of his cock. “And if I do? How are you going to punish me?”

You met his eyes, seeing them glazed over. You could see the smirk on his face widen. You adjust so that you’re leaning over Sebastian, your face close to his.“Maybe…I’ll leave you like this.” You say voice completely monotone.

Sebastian whimpered, thrusting into your hand. “You’re not going to-“ He cut himself off with a frustrated sigh when you let go of his cock. He paused, giving you a confused look.

“It wouldn’t be hard,” You continue. “If I just get up right now, I’d be long gone by the time you break out of those cuffs and get dressed.” You leaned back, feeling your heart flutter when he visibly tensed up.

He shook under you, giving a soft whine. “There’s no need to tease, Love. Please, can we continue?” He tries to grind against you, but you move away everytime he gets close to you. A wave of heat spreads through you when you hear his breathing pick up.

He’s genuinely worried you’ll leave.

You drag out the moment, watching him squirm in place, and listening to his pleas, you weren’t actually going to leave him like this, but he didn’t need to know that. You leaned back, close to the edge of the bed and to your surprise he jerks under you and yanks on the cuffs making the bed make a clear creaking sound, you freeze and to your surprise he freezes too.

You look him in the eye, expecting him to be glaring at you for ‘almost leaving’, you just wanted to fuck with him after all, but to your surprise he looked genuinely worried. His eyes were wide, he’s panting slightly and looking down you realize he’s shaking a little bit.

You were surprised to say the least, you feared for a moment he was actually going to break free. You slowly moved closer to him again, being careful as to not make any sudden movements. He eases back down as soon as brush against him, though it’s clear he’s still eyeing you wearily.

You rest a hand on his chest, leaning down to give him a kiss. He quickly presses into it, licking your lips to try and get you to open your mouth. Well at least he was calming down. You pulled back from the kiss only to hear rueful whine escape him. You glanced down and chuckled a bit.

You reached down and stroked his cock, to your surprise he was only half hard, he must have gone a little soft when you were about to ‘leave’ him. With just a few strokes you were able to get him fully erect again. You used your free hand and started to undress yourself.

You threw your clothes to the side, not really caring where they land. Sebastian eyed you, looking over your body and giving a light whine you were naked. “(Y/n),” He murmured out quietly to get your attention. “Can you remove the cuffs? I want to touch you…”

He’s throbbing in your grip, so you let go of his cock. You adjust yourself to give him a good view of your sex. You use some of the leftover lube on your hand to help you stretch yourself. You slipped three fingers into yourself, stretching yourself gently and making sure to give him the best view. Your other hand worked your clit, rubbing small circles over it.

“You look good like this, why would I let you go?” You purr out, noticing his eyes weren’t focused on you, but they were focused on your core. You could hear him squirming in his binds, you grin and lean back, letting out an exaggerated moan.

Sebastian thrusted against nothing, cock flexing against his stomach. “Please, touch me?” You hum and shake your head, earning a pathetic whine from the demon beneath you. “Please, please touch me or at least let me touch myself.”

You laugh quietly and mount Sebastian, slipping your fingers out of yourself and grinding your aching core against his cock, teasing it with your heat. “So needy, you’re close aren’t you? You don’t get touched often, do you?”

Sebastian’s face turned red, he looked away, rolling his hips against yours. “N-no, I don’t. Please, I want to be inside you, I want to fill you up with my seed.” He whined out the last part. You grinned, grinding back against him, making him keen at the sudden pleasure.

You feel him throbbing under you, your heat agonizingly close to where he needs you, but just avoiding it enough to stop him from getting any real pleasure. “You know, maybe I’ll just let you cum and find another demon to mate with.” Sebastian’s eyes widened at that and he growled, yanking on the chains, you felt the room noticeably get colder. “Oh? Did that upset you?” You teased, leaning down to rest your head against his.

You slid a hand down, grabbing his cock and holding it steady as you lowered yourself down on it. You could feel Sebastian calm down, his breathing getting shaky. “Y-you said yourself, you couldn’t find a suitable mate, that’s why you came to me, right? I’ll be your mate, please, I want to be with you….” He groaned, lightly thrusting up into you to sheathe his cock. “Please, let me cum inside you.” He has a soft whine in his voice, making him lose any intimidating factors he had previously in his tone.

He’s not struggling much anymore, willingly letting you set the speed, even though you decided to move at a snails pace (mainly to get a rise out of him,) he didn’t try to speed up. You click your tongue and lift up his chin. Your face was close to his, grinning when he licked your lips as a way to ask if he could kiss you. You laughed a bit before pulling back, leaving him whining. “You’re fun to mess with,” You adjust yourself before slamming down on his cock and bouncing back up. “I’m going to milk your sensitive little cock until I get what I want, understood?”

Sebastian’s face was a light pink, his eyes now dilated and his gaze unfocused. He quickly nodded, panting under you, squirming as your body squeezed his arousal. “Y-yes, use me!” He lets out a fairly loud mewl and he’s rolling his hips to meet your thrust. “C-close, gonna fill you up,” He purred out, crimson eyes focused on where your bodies meet. “May I cum please?”

You laughed, with a quick adjustment you were ridding him quickly and roughly. You give him a nod, feeling him throbbing inside of you before you felt him a warm heat spill inside of you. You slowed down, letting him ride it out before stopping.

It takes him a few minutes to catch his breath, though he gives you a confused look. “W-why did you stop?” He pulled against the restraints. “You didn’t finish, right? K-keep going until you’ve had your fun.”

You gave him an amused look. “You want me to use you like a toy?” Sebastian nodded. You shrugged and started moving again, feeling Sebastian tense up underneath you. “Fine then, sounds like fun!”

Sebastian moans, shaking a bit as you sink down on his length again. “W-wait, first can you remove the cuffs? So I can touch you?” You shrug nod, grabbing the key before sitting back on his stomach.

“If I let you out of your restraints, will promise to be a good boy?” You say with a clear smile on your face. Sebastian blushed but nodded. “Hmm…no, say it.”

Sebastian whined, shaking his head. You didn’t budge, instead waiting patiently for him to speak. With a few more gentle words, he gave in.

“I’ll…be a good boy…I’ll do as you ask.”

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