#TW:choking

[semisgroupie]

HOTWIFE ADVENTURES

nanami kento x fem. reader x higuruma hiromi

wc: 3.9k

warnings: nanami and reader are married and pick up higuruma at a bar, threesome, unprotected sex, double penetration, creampies (vaginal and anal), oral sex (f! and m!receiving), alcohol consumption, dubcon (slightly for higuruma bc he had a few drinks before meeting reader and nanami but there are consent checks), praise, some mxm action, fingering (f!receiving), light choking, anal (f!receiving), a photo is taken of reader

synopsis: your husband loves sharing you with others

a/n: for those who don’t know what a hotwife is, a hotwife is a married woman who has sexual relationships outside of her marriage, with the full knowledge and consent of her husband. here nanami and reader are married and he pushes for reader to explore with other partners (and honestly this is how is see my poly relationship with kento and hiromi starting)

You and your husband Kento loved to spice up your sex life in many ways but inviting a partner or multiple partners to the bedroom was the number one option.

He suggested the idea when you two were engaged and at first you were hesitant. Then after the first time, you two were addicted to it. You both had your favorite partners that you invited for multiple tastes, his colleagues Satoru and Suguru, your old college roommate Shoko, his assistant Takuma, and your former neighbor Toji. It was fun to explore and experiment but due to your busy work schedules, you weren’t able to indulge in your desires just yet.

After two hectic weeks of work, you both were able to have some freedom. Kento even decided to use a few of his sick days so you two could spend more time together and finally have the fun you both so desperately needed.

He walked behind you as you sat at your vanity and touched up your makeup. He placed his hands on your shoulders and leaned down to kiss your temple. “You look absolutely stunning, darling.” You lifted a hand to caress his cheek and turned your head to kiss him before pulling back. “And you look handsome as always.” He pecked your lips once more and stood behind you as you applied your lipstick. After making sure your makeup was perfect you stood and smoothed out the dress you were wearing. It was your favorite little black dress and you had the perfect heels to go with it.

“Let me put your heels on you, come sit.” He took your hand and led you to the edge of the bed then dropped down on one knee. He placed one of your legs on his propped up knee and slipped the heel on, adjusting the strap just the way you liked it and then he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your knee. He then repeated the action with your other leg before he stood then helped you to your feet. “My god, you just look divine. Do a little spin for me.” He held one of your hands up and watched as you did a 360 for him. A wide smile grew on your lips as you moved closer to him and pulled him in for a kiss. You held him close then pulled back after a few moments and swiped your thumb across his lips to clean off some of the lipstick you left behind.

“Are you ready, Kento? If you want, we can cancel our reservation at that hotel and have a lazy night in.” You moved your hands to fix the collar of his shirt as he shook his head, “I’m ready, my love. My stunning wife needs a reward for working so hard and you know how much I love these nights.” He was an active participant whenever you two had an extra partner, always making sure to get involved so you would have the best time possible. He removed his hands from your hips and you walked over to grab your purse before grabbing his hand and walking out the door.

Kento drove you to a bar that had just opened across town and you were excited. The last time you two went to this part of town, you met Choso, a local musician that was very eager to please both of you. You hoped that you would see him again or meet someone who would be just as exciting in the bedroom. He held onto your hand as you two approached the entrance of the bar and he leaned down to kiss you. “Remember our signal?” You pecked his lips and nodded, “mhm I’ll swirl the toothpick with the olives around the rim of my glass, then you come over and we tell the lucky person about what we want.” He smiled and opened the door for you, bringing a hand down to pat your ass, “good girl, I’ll wait on the other end of the bar, go work your magic.”

You walked in and you felt some eyes follow you around as you walked to the counter. Your eyes moved around to look at all the patrons and no one really caught your eye. That was until you saw one man sitting at the bar, his dark hair was disheveled and he had a tired expression on his face that reminded you of your husband. You watched as the dark haired male brought the glass of dark liquid to his lips and downed its contents before bringing the glass back to the counter.

You ran your hands down your dress and made your way over to the empty chair next to him. He glanced over as you sat down and he sat up a little straighter. You leaned on the counter and smiled at the bartender, “can I get a martini, extra dirty? And can you get him another drink of whatever he was having?” The bartender nodded and pulled away and you looked over at the dark haired male next to you.

“Hi, I hope you don’t mind that I ordered you a drink. You just finished your other one so quickly, I thought you might have needed another. I’m Y/N.” His dark eyes skimmed your body, taking in all of the curves that were hugged by your dress before meeting your eyes. “Thank you, I appreciate it. I’m Hiromi.”

Your drinks came and the conversation started. After ten minutes you were hanging on to his every word and he was doing the same to you. Each time you spoke or adjusted your position, his eyes traveled to your lips and your body. Especially whenever you crossed your legs, the action alone made your dress ride up ever so slightly and he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Now, that meant you could go for the kill. You leaned in a little closer and moved your finger along his loosened tie. “Hiromi, I’ve noticed how you’ve been eyeing me this entire conversation. So, I was wondering if you’d like to go somewhere private.” He watched your manicured fingers and licked his dry lips, “I would love to but I noticed something that decorates your left ring finger. Do I have to worry about your husband chasing me down? I already have enough problems with my line of work, I don’t need an extra one.” You smiled and swirled your toothpick around the rim of your martini glass. “I’ll have him answer that question for you.”

Nanami got up from his seat at the bar and made his way over to you. He stood next to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “Hi, I’m Kento, this beautiful lady’s husband. You look a little confused so I’ll explain, we’ve had a little arrangement for a few years now and we like to invite people over to have sex. I can tell by that look in your eyes that you really want to fuck my wife and I have no problem with it, I mean look at her, she’s fucking stunning. If you’re okay with it, we have a hotel room nearby and we can all head there right now.” Your husband eyed Hiromi and noticed some striking similarities between him and the dark haired male. Hiromi downed the rest of his drink and shrugged, “let’s do it, I need to relieve the stress anyway.”

You perked up and Kento held your hand in his as you stood and you led him and Hiromi out of the bar. The hotel was about a 10-minute drive away and it would give Kento enough time to learn about your new playmate. “So baby, do you want to sit in the back with our new friend?” You nodded as you all approached the car and Kento opened the door for you. You took Hiromi’s hand and pulled him inside with you then Kento got in the driver's seat. He started the car and watched you through the rear view mirror, “tell me what you learned about him.”

You moved closer to Hiromi and loosened his tie more before responding to your husband. “This is Hiromi and he is a defense attorney. He had a really difficult day at work today so he’ll need extra attention.” Kento chuckled as you kept your description brief and watched as you pulled Hiromi closer to start kissing him. “Little minx.”

You were just about to straddle Hiromi when Kento parked the car in the hotel’s parking lot. Your husband turned back and smiled at you, “we’re here. You two should go to the elevator and I’ll grab the key card and check us in.” He got out of the car and opened the door for you and Hiromi then you both did as he said. You wrapped your arms around Hiromi and watched Kento as he checked in then quickly pressed the elevator button when he started walking to you both.

The elevator ride went quickly but it wasn’t quick enough for you, you just wanted to get started already. Once the elevator stopped you took the key card from your husband and led the way to the hotel room. Hiromi watched you and looked over at Kento, “is she like this often?” Your husband chuckled and shook his head, “it’s been a while since we’ve done this so she’s a bit more excited than usual.” Hiromi nodded and both men walked into the hotel room. Kento grabbed the do not disturb placard and placed it on the doorknob before locking it and you made your way over to both men, grabbing each of their hands in one of yours and you led them to the large bed. You gently pushed Hiromi to sit and moved to your husband before turning your back to him.

“Can you take my dress off please?” You looked at him over your shoulder and smiled at him before turning to Hiromi, “and please get comfortable Hiromi, I want to make you feel really good.” Hiromi started to take off his clothes as Kento pulled down the zipper of your dress. He leaned in and started peppering gentle kisses along each inch of exposed skin until your dress hit the ground and Hiromi sat back against the headboard in just his briefs. You were left in just the panties you picked out for the night, the black lace looked sinful against your skin and the fact that they were crotchless just made you look even more delectable to the two men in the room.

You turned to kiss your husband then turned to face Hiromi, you got on all fours and crawled over to the male on the bed. “Do you like what you see Hiromi?” You purred as you got closer to him and sat between his legs. “Fuck, of course I do. I can see why your husband can’t keep you all to himself, I’d want to show you off to everyone too.” He groaned and lifted his hands to your breasts, gently cupping and massaging them before he started to toy with your nipples. Kento watched as the other man toyed with you and started shedding his clothes.

You took one of Hiromi’s hands and brought it up to your mouth. You then opened your mouth and took two of his slim fingers inside, swirling your tongue around the digits before releasing them with a wet pop. Hiromi’s cock twitched as he watched you and he felt like he was going to burst out of his briefs any second. “I want to make you feel good, I’ll make you forget about everything bad that happened today.” He took his bottom lip between his teeth as you got on all fours again and leaned down more to start kissing along his thighs. Smeared lipstick was left behind in your wake as you reached for the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down. Your eyes widened a little seeing Hiromi’s cock, it was a little loner than Kento’s just not as thick.

You leaned down more and started to pepper kisses up the length of his cock before taking the tip into your mouth. His dark eyes were focused on you as you started bobbing your head. Kento watched you two and reached down to start stroking his own cock, the sight of you pleasuring Hiromi was setting him off in the right way. He gave his cock a few pumps before moving closer to Hiromi, his mouth right by the other man’s ear, “feels good when she does that doesn’t it? Sometimes I think she was born just to have a cock in her mouth.”

Hiromi nodded and his cock twitched in your mouth as Kento continued to speak. He turned his head to look at Kento and leaned in closer, “it’s not fair that she gets to have all the fun with me, don’t you think?” That was all he said before closing the rest of the distance and pressing his lips to your husbands. You watched as they kissed, a clash of teeth and tongue and you snaked a hand between your thighs to start rubbing your clit. There were only a few times where complete strangers you picked up wanted to do anything with Kento and you were glad that Hiromi was one of the ones that were open to keeping your husband completely involved.

They broke the kiss and Kento pecked his lips once more before getting up and moving behind you. “Oh look at this needy pussy, she’s drooling for attention.” He cooed as he moved his hands up your thighs and used his thumbs to spread your lips. He wasn’t wrong, you were extremely needy. He leaned in as he kept your lips spread and flattened his tongue against your slit. He moved it from your clit to your drooling entrance then back to your clit. The action made you moan and whine around Hiromi’s cock adding more pleasure to the dark haired male. He reached down to place his hand in your hair and helped guide your movements, not wanting to rush you just yet.

Kento loudly groaned and slurped against your pussy, he dipped his tongue into your entrance and collected more of your juices on his tongue. He moved one of his hands along your ass and spanked you as he continued to fuck you with his tongue. He moved one hand down to his cock and started pumping it to relieve the throbbing but it wasn’t enough, he needed to be buried inside of you. Ever since his schedule with work changed he wasn’t even able to fuck you, he hated it and now he was going to take advantage this moment.

Hiromi gripped your hair a little tighter as he started thrusting up into your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly making you choke and gag. Tears brimmed your eyes as you looked at Hiromi and that just spurred him on more. “Fuck, you look so pretty looking at me like that. A mouthful of cock, tears in those beautiful eyes, fuck.” He threw his head back as he kept thrusting then pulled you off of his cock. Your mouth fell open as you panted, greedily sucking in air. Your eyebrows slightly furrowed as you looked at him and even Kento pulled away, your juices dripping down his chiseled chin.

“Sorry, I just felt like I was going to cum. I just didn’t want to cum inside your mouth, I’d prefer to do it inside you if that’s okay.” Kento smirked as he looked at Hiromi and patted your hips. “You know, my little minx has always had this fantasy of being stuffed with two cocks, one in her pussy and one in her ass. We could fulfill it for her tonight, what do you say darling?” You perked up a little at the idea then looked back at your husband. “We have done prep for it but we don’t have any lube.” You pouted but your expression changed when your husband stood.

“Good thing I was able to have some things already sent to the room when I came by to double check our reservation.” He smiled and held up a small bottle of lube then walked over to you and Hiromi. “Now, all you have to do is decide who you want where.” You looked at both men and the gears in your head started working overtime. You never thought that your fantasy would be fulfilled any time soon so you never put the thought into who you’d want where. You chewed on your bottom lip and looked at your husband, “I want you to fuck my pussy,” then you turned your head to look at Hiromi, “and I want you to fuck my ass.”

Both men nodded and you sat in the middle of the bed while they got into position. Kento handed the lube off to Hiromi then laid on the bed, patting his thighs when he was comfortable. You watched as his cock throbbed and twitched, awaiting your warm pussy and you didn’t want to make him wait any longer. You crawled over to your husband and straddled him, you reached a hand down to grip the base of his cock and slowly started to sink down. Even after all these years of being with him, it still took you some time to adjust to Kento’s size. His gentle hands gripped your hips and he helped you sink down, “just take your time my love. Go as slow or as fast as you want, I’m right here.” You nodded and continued to sink down with his help and once he was fully inside you, you placed your hands on his chest to start bouncing a little.

You heard the slick sounds of Hiromi’s lubed hand stroking his cock in the background. You continued bouncing, trying not to get too carried away but that fear was proving to be difficult. Especially with the way Kento’s cock hit your g spot each time you sank down on his cock.

That was until Kento gripped your hips tighter to keep you in place. “Hey, I don’t want you to be too sensitive when Hiromi fucks your ass. Are you sure you still want this? It’s completely fine if you change your mind. I just want you to be comfortable.” He moved his hands up and down your sides and you nodded, “I still want this. I just got a little carried away.” You smiled and started to lean down until your chest was pressed against his completely.

Kento’s hands moved along your back and sides as Hiromi made his way over, the lube still in hand while he positioned himself behind you. Kento’s hands moved down to your ass and spread your cheeks, revealing the tight puckered hole. Hiromi poured a generous amount of lube on it and you hissed at the sensation. “Sorry, it’s cold. Just take a deep breath.” Hiromi took his bottom lip between his teeth as he tossed the lube aside then lined his cock up with your hole and slowly started to push in.

You gasped and held onto your husband tighter as the other male continued to work himself in. The sensation was overwhelming, Hiromi wasn’t even completely inside and you were overwhelmingly full. When he was halfway inside he leaned down and peppered kisses along your shoulder blades, “you’re doing amazing. Just taking two cocks inside, we’re so proud of you.” Hiromi’s praise was mumbled against your skin as he thrusted slowly, getting you used to the feeling of two cocks inside you.

When your whines and whimpers turned into moans, Hiromi started to thrust a little faster. You moaned and held onto your husband tighter still wanted more stimulation. “Ken—Kento, please fuck me. I need it.” You looked at him with half lidded eyes as you moaned his name so sweetly, it drove him insane. He planted his feet on the bed and started to thrust up into you. They took turns bottoming out and pulling out and that made your mind all fuzzy. You dug your nails into your husband’s shoulders as they continued thrusting, feeling full on one end then getting stuffed on the other.

“I’ve never fucked someone this tight before, you just feel so good wrapped around my cock. Can’t wait to fuck you full of cum.” Hiromi spoke and moved one hand around your throat and pulled you from the security of your husband's neck, allowing both men to see the ruined expression on your face.

Then they both started to thrust in sync, ripping a cry from your throat. You clenched around them tighter, feeling the knot at the pit of your stomach tighten and threaten to snap. You were tipping right over the edge, ready to fall at any second. Kento lifted his head and peppered kisses along your chest, nipping and sucking at the skin. “Cum, I know you’re gonna cum. Be a good girl and just let go.” Your body tensed as your orgasm ripped through you, your juices spraying and making a mess of both men and the sheets.

Hiromi let go of your throat and gripped the sheets by Kento’s head as his orgasm followed. A guttural groan left his lips as he started pumping you full of cum. Kento followed soon after, emptying his balls into your cunt as his thrusts slowed down. Hiromi slowly pulled out and his eyes widened as he saw cum leak out of you. Your husband lifted you a little and pulled out of you leading to more cum spilling out of your spent holes and onto the sheets beneath you. He laid you on the bed and stood to grab some things to clean you up.

Hiromi moved to grab some water for you and brought it to your mouth to help you drink from it. Kento returned with a wet washcloth and his eyes widened as he saw the cum leaking out of you. He couldn’t stop himself from reaching into his discarded pants and taking out his phone. He turned on the camera and moved closer to snap a few photos of both of your messy holes then set it down to start cleaning you off. Hiromi laid by your side and held you while your husband cleaned you off. Once Kento was done he laid down beside you both and pressed a kiss to your temple then Hiromi’s cheek before laying back. “Did you have fun, sweetheart?” You nodded and smiled at him then looked at Hiromi for a response.

“I never thought my night would end like this, I just thought I’d drink and wallow in pity once I got home. But, I’d definitely like to do this again.” A smile broke out on your face and Kento’s. “Well once we’re all well rested we can exchange information and see if we can make this a regular thing whenever you’re having a bad day. And I have some photos to share with you to remind you of us, Hiromi.” He winked and you felt heat rise to your cheeks as you looked at your husband.

“Did you take another photo of cum leaking out of my pussy?” You lightly hit your husband’s chest making him laugh, “this time it’s your pussy and ass.” “Same thing Kento!”

taglist: @blackfire2013 @tojjist @suyacho @watyousayin @benkeibear @satmitsuplanet @punkgibsons @delirieum @enchantedforest-network

#jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #nanami smut #higuruma smut #hiromi higuruma smut #nanami kento smut #tw:dubcon #tw:alcohol #tw:unprotected sex #tw:creampie #tw:anal #tw:choking

[eclipsewarrior101]

Magalor and Friends Au oneshot

It’s a oneshot idea I had. It’s not canon. Just Marx angst hehe

The characters and au belongs to @magolandandfriends

Hiding the Monster Inside

(Warning: this story contains, mention of blood, body horror, mention of self harm. choking and mental issues as well as manipulation and verbal, physical and psychological abuse .)

Marx ran as fast as his feet could take him. He had no ida where to go or where to hide. Crap crap crap, why now, why why why.

Marx could hear his friends in the distance calling to him, but he kept running. He couldn't face them…not now. He ran into the hall of mirrors and just curled up yelling in frustration. He looked up to see those eyes, those horrible black cold crazy eyes and that horrible smirk. He growled and slammed his hands on the glass and cried trying to make it go away. HE wasn’t supposed to gain control again…he was supposed to hurt anyone. He remembered what happened it played in his head like a movie.

Susie and Taranza were working on a performance and i was supposed to go next. I was trying to keep calm, my anxiety was high. But i refused to tell them. I went next and i did okay…bu unfortunately they came up to me to see what as wrong. I just tried to brush them off but susie wouldn't let it go. I could feel HIM talking in my head, telling me things…bad things. Susie grabbed me and when she wouldn't let me go…suddenly everything went blank. I remember…the blood…her scream. Taranza and Magalors yells. I opened my eyes and….oh god. I saw her eyes they were afraid of me, they looked scared. I saw her arm bleeding and then i took off running.

I just growled and slammed my hands on the mirror walls in frustrations “WHY, WHY WHY WHY. why did YOU have to ruin everything…..they…they will never forgive me”

As he cries he hears an eerie familiar voice.It was his voice…but more…darker voice as the tone is laced with malicious and false kindness “ aww. Poor little Marxy. Once again alone. Hehe. i told you soooo”

Marx growled as he looked up. He sees a different version of him in the mirrors. The darker figure had long fangs big wings like Marx’s but with a more demonic form. Big black soulless eyes and his hat was dark purple and blue with different patterns on it. The clone smirked as Marx growled and said “ …s-shut up….go away”

The darker clone curled around the mirrors around him like a shadow, marx hated this guy. He tried to ignore him but Soul Marx smirks “ You cant keep me away Marxy boy. We both know that. I’m apart of you…thanks to your silly wish to take over Popstar, Reeeemebber” he says in a teasing tone

Marx growled and faced the Soul Marx with tears as he said “ A wish I REGRET. you were never supposed to be alive or gain your own conscious. Your nothing but a shadow….you…you wont win this”

Soul Marx laughs with a hint of sadism as he to Marx’s horror comes out of the mirrors as a shadow. He looms over Marx with a toothy smile as he circled him and poked him with his claws on his hands “Oh REALLLY. Cause how i see it. I already did. I warned you of what would happen if you didn't just let me take control. And look what happened…YOU hurt one of your “friends”

Marx growls and tris to act brave but this guy unnerved him “t-that…that WAS NOT my fault….YOU-”

Soul Marx grabs him by the neck and starts to squeeze his throat. Marx’s eyes went wide as he struggled. Soul marx growls “ I DID NOTHING. Susie saw YOU hurt her. Taranza saw YOU hurt susie….this is all on YOU. and who will believe you. What will Magalor think of you”

Marx’s eyes widened as he started to tear up and shake. The memories of the blood, the fear in his friends eyes…they flashed before his eyes as he started to tear up again. He looked to the ground.

Soul Marx smirked and chuckled “that's what i thought. Your pathetic” he throws Marx in to the mirror and Marx says nothing. Soul Marx then went up and whispered in Marx’s ear “You will NEVER belong…YOU will always be a monster. So, be a GOOD BOY and listen to me this time or ELSE. do i make myself clear Marxy”

Marx whimpered and nodded, his body hurting. Soul marx soon slinks into the shadows or the mirror again with a toothy grin. Leaving Marx alone. He gets up, clenches his fists and immediately begins to slam his fists on the mirrors multiple times. He doesn't care if he bleeds…he just, he justs wants to feel pain. Cause right now…he feels numb inside.

#kirby #Kirby au #Kirby magalor land au #Magoland and Friends! au #marx kirby #Severe Marx angst #magalor #kirby susie #kirby taranza #kirby magolor #Kirby soul Marx #tw: mental health #tw: self destruction #TW: blood #TW: self harm #TW:choking #this is a very dark oneshot #Marx needs a hug #Magalor and Friends! AU #kirby marx

[the-sidekick-club]

Enemy of my Enemy is my Kid!

Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 4 : Epilogue

@heroes-villains-side-blog★​​@tratieisdabest★@just-a-space-rabbit​​  

TW:Choking, Physical abuse, Toxic relationship, Emotional manipulation, Emotional abuse

❘〣❘〣❘★ Enemy of my enemy: Epilogue ★❘〣❘〣❘

“Did you get it?” was the first thing Kim heard as they entered the dark office. 

‘Shit, he's already angry…’ they thought as they noticed Vulcan’s tall silhouette waiting for them by the window. Kim did not answer as they closed the door behind them, bracing themself for the meeting ahead. 

It was a cold office, and everything just felt… sharp. All the items felt calculated down to the inch of their placement and nothing was allowed to be without purpose. 

There were several objects of notoriety, mostly stolen art or older relics, some of which Kim themself had stolen in Vulcan’s name. But there were other relics of importance too; some inspiration for Vulcan, who was always drawn to the power that ancient empires once had. It took someone with real skill or power to steal things of this caliber. 

The whole room was a mix of cold metal and royal purple, a shade chosen after spending far too many hours comparing fabrics and paint samples. Normally, it would have been a stark contrast to Kim’s green and earthly colored clothing, but not today; Vulcan had demanded they wear their suit for this mission, making them almost match the room, and Vulcan himself.

Kim silently walked up to the long desk in the middle of the office, before placing the secured case on it and finally answering, “I was able to get the E.G.G., but—” 

“But what?” Vulcan interrupted coldly, yet calmly. 

As he began moving closer, his two-tailed cape began to flick dangerously behind him. Kim knew, just by the way he was controlling his cape, that they were treading into dangerous territory. But there was no going back, so they held their ground. 

“But I was unsuccessful in gaining the notebook and all the needed blueprints—”

Before Kim could finish their sentence, Vulcan's cape had moved faster than Kim could react. It wrapped itself tightly around them and pinned them hard to the wall. 

“Dragonfly hid most of the blueprints!” Kim began to yell out in panic. “He would only show one or two pages at a time!” 

Vulcan did not loosen his grip. “Kim! I gave you ONE task! How could you fail me like that!”

“I’m sorry!” Kim said desperately. 

“Sorry?” His voice was fairly calm, but filled with more rage than Kim had ever seen before. “Kim, without those notes and blueprints YOU have set us back years!” 

“He was suspecting us. All of us!” Kim answered in a panting voice as Vulcan’s grip kept tightening, “I never got more than one chance to look at—'' everything was starting to go black as Kim continued “I… g.. ot… so-s… me pi… c… tu… rs.'' They gasped as Vulcan finally let them go, and they fell to the floor with a thud.

“Pictures? Pictures of what?”

Kim was still gasping for air, as Vulcan kneeled down in front of them, their eyes still filled with danger. “Of Andaka's notebook…” they answered him, “where he talked about the theory of the E.G.G.’s activation process.”

“Show me,” he said, calmer than before, but Kim knew as they took out their phone that his anger might come back. Vulcan snatched the phone out of Kim’s hand and began looking through the borderline blurry photos. 

Although it seemed the photos had been taken in a hurry, there was no doubt about it: these were photos of Andaka’s notebook. 

Kim continued talking as Vulcan transferred the photos over to his computer, and began looking into them further. “I tried to search for the notebook after getting the E.G.G., but it was all destroyed when I got back to it, and then the agency was closing in on me—I had to leave!” The sorry tone was still within their voice, but it seemed no longer necessary. 

“Enough…” Vulcan said calmly and Kim immediately stopped talking, not that they wanted to talk more, as they still felt the phantom pain from the tight grip. Their eyes wandered to the floor, and they hoped that they would get the order to leave soon. 

However, looking up in response to the sound of the blinds coming down, which left the room almost totally dark, their hope for escape dwindled, as the images were projected onto the holo screen. Clearly, Vulcan wanted to study every photo closer first, so Kim had to wait. 

The pages were filled with scribbles and notes, seeming to have built up over the years. From what they could tell, it seemed Andaka kept returning to a few specific pages more than the others. 

Two of the pages seemed to be showcasing the activation process, which seemed to have been the task taking the most of Andaka's time to figure out. 

The other two were even harder to decipher, being more blurry than the rest. But Vulcan could make out that the two pages were detailing the E.G.G. in use. “Looks like old Andaka cracked the code,” he said, his voice laced in something akin to awe, “so he figured out the theory on how to separate Aura, and how to lower the E.G.G.’s power levels. But he was unable to stabilize it at a safe extraction level... ” 

The last of the pages had a sketch of what seemed to be the power-repressing gem Desolite, there were scribbles around it, one in an older black, and another in red; clearly this was important if the professor had decided to come back to it. Unfortunately, or fortunately, Vulcan was unable to read the blurry photograph. “Now, why did Andaka write about Desolite?” he asked himself, before turning to Kim for an answer. 

“That was what I was trying to find out,” Kim said in a weak voice, “but then Dragonfly almost caught me and I never got a chance to take a second look…”

“Well, then…at least these pictures are more than enough!” Vulcan said, his demeanor a sharp contrast to the Vulcan who had berated Kim just minutes earlier. “With this, we can start everything. I knew you were the right person for this mission, good job, kid.” He walked over and lifted Kim up into his arms. “I’ll take you down to the med bay. After that, you can take the rest of the day off—you deserve it.” He spoke in a kind and soft voice. “Then, tomorrow, you're going to tell me all about the things you did not get photos of."    

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Part 4 : Master List

Master List : Character list

#heroes and villains #villain x villain #henchman #supervillain #bad villain #young villain #the sidekick club #enemy of my enemy is my kid #Kim #Vulcan #villain whumpee #supervillain whumper #villain whumper #tw choking #tw physical abuse #tw toxic relationship #tw emotional manipulation #tw emotional abuse #e.g.g.

[akutashi]

Calm After The Storm {Ryunosuke Akutagawa}

Tags: 18+ MDNI, (some hard) choking, degradation, name calling (slut), praise, neck/shoulder biting, unprotected sex/creampie.

WC: 477

This feral man consumes my mind 24/7 and I strongly believe he loves degrading you but needs you to praise him pls don’t be mean to him :((. change my mind

To say that you and Akutagawa were polar opposites was probably a severe understatement. While you built him up he teared you down.

He grunted as you bounced on his lap, his fingers wrapped firmly around your neck as your mouth hung open. You let out a moan, feeling the vibration of it get stuck in your throat due to Akutagawa’s choking.

“Such a dirty little slut, trust me too easily to do anything to you huh? What if I just-“Cold, sharp and callused, his fingertips dug into the side of your neck, the feeling in your throat tightening up the base of your neck. Catching you by surprise, your hands shot up to grab at his wrist, tongue hanging out of your mouth in an attempt to allow any amount of air into your lungs. He thrusted up into you, your body shaking on top of him. “So easy for me, how pathetic,” sweat beginning to drip from his forehead. Your moan was low and weak as you clenched around him, remnants of your pleasure slowly beginning to wet Akutagawa’s thighs underneath you.

The two of you both took a breath, chests heaving. Placing a soft kiss to Akutagawa's lips you steadied yourself and began to move again. You were a different lover than Akutagawa was, you were softer, sure of yourself but softer—the calm after the storm. You shuddered as you moved up and down on his length. You tightened around him every time you came down on him, his length filling you up as much as it could. "Feels s'good Ryu.... S'good,' Your voice soft as you stared into his eyes, pupils wide and shimmering, he twitched inside of you, letting the weight of your words and gaze sink in as some of the tension left his body. Close—he was painfully aware of how close the two of you were now, skin touching skin, your chest pressed against his as you rode him, the light breath you let out as you moaned tickled his face. His face buried in the crook of your neck, lightly nipping at your shoulder, his fingers gripped your hips as you moved.

It wasn’t the same grip he had around your neck just moments ago, no it was softer than that. A sign that Akutagawa let his guard down, something he would never do. “Filling me up so good Ryu.” His breath hitched, luckily his face was still hidden from occupying himself with the kisses and bites that now littered your neck or else you would have seen his current flustered state. You came down on him again with a harsh slap of skin hitting skin, his grip tightened as you hit his thighs, holding you still as he softly cursed, releasing inside of you. You moaned in surprise, smiling as you pulled him in for another kiss.

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[dearbraus]

Starring;  Eren Jäger as the incubus & Y/n as the Curious New Tenant.

Featuring; 18+ only content minors dni + Afab reader + Monsterfucking + manipulation/coercion + consent given + face sitting + choking (Eren gets choked) + floor sex + unprotected sex + tail fucking + slight relationship with Armin.

Stream Length; 6.5k

User.Angel Eden; Thank you to Kitty and Wren for betaing! This was a fun one to write so I hope you enjoy. Feedback and reblog always appreciated!! <3

❝Family secrets come to light when you move into your Great Aunt’s home in Shiganshina. That’s when you learn never to go searching again❞

Every summer since the tender age of five, you’d visit your great aunt.

She lived on an island called Paradis, it was just off the coast of Marley, a day's ride by ferry and so secluded that most outside of the coastal town you lived in were completely unaware of its existence. You were grateful that you were, Shiganshina the town she resided in became your solace, the one place in the whole entire world where you felt home. The Tudor house that had been in your family for five generations; the stuff of dreams for a young girl whose head lived amongst the clouds. The moss-covered walls, faded wallpaper, and old brick fireplace you’re favourite things despite their wear and tear. 

As a child, you would have given anything to live there but as the summer months faded away and the Autumn chill settled into the air, you had no choice but to pack your things and say goodbye to your little slice of heaven until summer break rolled around again. 

Though as you age your time on Paradis grows shorter and shorter. Festivals, concerts, plans with friends, and summer readings cut into your time and so spending your summer vacation anywhere but home seemed silly. Your love for summers spent in Shiganshina never dwindled, just slipped your mind as you were distracted by the shiny new and exciting prospects your teenage years had to offer. Now as an adult, you longed for the simplicity of your youth, days spent under the balmy sun amongst the trees and foliage as you explored every inch of your beloved island. Pounding the pavement in search of work was not at all a part of the glamorous life you’d envisioned for yourself, and it was after the restless days when you’d fall into bed with a pit in your stomach, your eyes teary as you wallowed in self-pity.

That was until you got the call.

Your great aunt had passed away. It was sudden but not unexpected for a woman well into her eighties. She lived a long and fruitful life, for her to pass in her sleep was all that you and your family could have wanted. There was just the one lingering regret of not making an effort to visit her one last time, the trip wasn’t too long and yet she spent her last few days completely alone in the house she spent her entire life in. 

What no one could have anticipated was that the family home was left to you.

Her children resented you for packing your bags without a second thought, leaving your shoebox of a studio apartment just days after the funeral. Everything that remained in the estate at the time of her death was yours for the taking as stipulated in her last will and testament. You were expected to give the house to someone else, someone who needed it more than you, told you must go through her things and give all your aunt’s gold, china, and other treasures away to her children. Go against her last wishes because you were so young, you had so many years to inherit family heirlooms but for now, it was selfish of you to dare think of keeping any of what was given to you.

But you did it anyway.

You needed the fresh start, to get away from the bustling streets of Liberio and take respite in the quiet village. It had nothing to do with the sweet boy who lived three houses down with his grandfather; Armin Arlert. That’s what you’d tell yourself when the guilt began to creep in late at night when you were left alone with your thoughts. Selfish is what you were. You had caught wind that he was working on his thesis back home and thought maybe there’d be something there. Sparks of a lost first love, the cure-all for a wandering soul who felt they’d run straight onto the edge of a cliff. One wrong move and you’d go toppling over, straight to your demise.  It might not have been completely innocent and maybe you were selfish for fueling childish desires but you could not remain in the life you were living. 

Change was needed.

You wouldn’t allow yourself to be consumed by the ever-raging sea threatening that you’d been struggling to keep your head above for so long. So you’d chased after the man with the spun from the finest of gold and attempt to recapture the freedom you hadn’t felt since the blithe days of your tender youth. And hope that one day you could build yourself the life you’ve always wanted. That was the one hope you clung to, it kept you going day in and day out. Something good would come out of your move, you were sure of it.

It had to.

                                                                     ʚ♡ɞ

“How has the cleaning been going?” Armin asks you over a cup of coffee, the sky behind him grey and miserable with a drizzle of rain. Fabric softener clings to the soft blue sweater he dons, the white collar of his shirt messily poking out from all the times he adjusted it. “My grandfather says you were in and out, hauling all sorts of boxes until the late hours of the night.”

You hardly hear his soft-spoken words over the bustling streets which surround you, the quaint coffee shop sat squarely in the middle of Shiganshina’s only market, just inches away from the harbour. Venders hollered and beckoned their neighbours to spare one moment of their time, children laughed as they rushed through the cobblestoned streets, brightening up the dull atmosphere. You lean forward, the weight of your elbows on the table making it wobble.

“Sorry,” you mutter, holding the tabletop steady. Armin waves you off with a smile, the wind ruffling his hair. It makes him look younger, that and the rosy flush laying across his freckled cheeks like a warm bright blanket. Offering him an awkward smile back you huff, “The cleaning is going alright, just a bit tedious,” you sigh, your finger circling the lid of your cup, “There are mountains upon mountains of memories, entire lifetimes sprinkled across every inch of that house.”

Your steely eyes catch his soft ones. The faraway look you were so used to gazing upon was gone. All that was left was Armin and his pretty blue eyes, staring back at you as he listened intently, craning his neck ever so slightly so as to not miss what comes next. 

“It’s difficult to decide what to let go of.”

His fingers twitch, slowly inching towards yours, recoiling for a moment only to quickly wrap around yours before any doubt or insecurities could creep up. It starts at the tips of your ears, the flush that burns so hot it might just spark a flame. Travelling down your neck and dancing across your wind-bitten cheeks. It fills you up, a much better remedy for a rainy day than the tepid drink in front of you. Ducking his head down, Armin bit his lip silently searching for the perfect words. There isn’t much he could say to you that would be comforting but the small gesture was enough to send your heart reeling.

“If you need help, you know where to find me.”

Armin grins, chuckling to himself.

“I’ll even get some friends too but be warned, I think Sasha and Connie believe your house is haunted.”

“Haunted?” you echo, blinking blankly back at him, “Why would they think that?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “Because of the vibe?” he says, using his hands to make quotation marks, “That’s what they said when I told them you were moving back home.”

The loss of his touch stings, your mind racing as the wet cold seeps back into your fingers. You crave the feeling of his skin on yours but he tucks his hands in his lap, his spine stuck straight when it hits him. The proximity, how he was close enough to feel your breath on his cheeks. He’s suddenly too aware, picking up on a million little things he hadn’t thought to notice until now. You smell nice, beyond the fragrant detergent smell that clings to your sweater is something delicate and he finds himself wanting to lean back in to become better acquainted with it until he could pick it out in a crowded room. And your lips, they’re shiny and tinted from the chapstick you spent five minutes searching for in your bag. He wonders what they taste like; if the flavour of your drink will linger on your tongue.

But you look like a deer caught in a pair of blinding headlights, shoulders tense and rigid. He keeps his hands to himself too caught up in his own sea of misery to notice how you deflate, a longing look filling your irises.

“Don’t listen to them, they once agreed a ceramic lion they saw at a thrift store was sentient,” he shakes his head, nearly rolling his eyes at the memory, “I think Connie dropped it five minutes after they bought it,” you chuckle, the image of the two of them crystal clear, “So don’t worry about any inane theories the two cook up, they’re glad you’re home but I suppose they just need a little something more to spice up the good news.”

There it was again, that word; home.

“I know I am.”

Home.

Shiganshina could become your home, you could build yourself a life. You hadn’t dared to plan ahead, obsessing over the future had done you wrong time and time again. But you could stay here, settle in the mundane way of living this tiny island was known for, maybe open up a shop or spend your days up in Ragako tending to a garden only passing through the vibrant city of Trost when you wanted to set up a stall at the local farmers market. Some may have seen a life like that as a waste of a degree but you’d be content.

You could be content.

“I’m glad too,” biting your lip you clap your hands together before popping out of your seat. Extending your hand to his you thread your fingers with his the moment he accepts, “And I’m really glad we to catch up,” his elbows awkwardly knock against yours but that doesn’t stop him from pressing his body against yours, the warmth radiating off him seeping through to your chilled core, “An old friend makes uprooting your entire life a lot easier.”

Something flashed behind his eyes, you can see the cogs churning in his mind just before he decides to plant a quick kiss on your cheek, a boyish smile threatening to overtake the neutral expression he dons. And it does, your heart swelling twice its size the larger his smile grows. Resting his head on your shoulder, Armin sighs softly, taking a quick swig of his drink.

“There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”

It knocks the wind straight out of you, the admission, and you wonder if you’re hearing things. If you fell asleep waiting for him to arrive and this was all some sort of dream. But you feel the wind on your face, can taste your drink, and you can smell the murky canal water that sloshes over the harbour. It was real, not a figment of your imagination running amuck in a daydream gone too far.

“Does that mean you’ll clear out my creepy attic for me?”

You joke, attempting the quell the uncomfortable twinge of excitement coursing through you.

“I said anything,” he remarks, his brows rising slightly, “That would fall under anything, wouldn’t it?”

Nodding your head you purse your lips, “I suppose so,” it’s difficult, to pluck up the courage for the words dying to come out, “Next Saturday, it’s a date then?” you swallow thickly, squeezing your cup so tightly the lid threatens to pop off, “If they’re free and you’re free we can uhm invite your friends over too.”

They eat away at you, the nerves.

No amount of courage would allow you to stand firm in your decision because you’ve stepped too far. The affection he’s shown you is platonic, that’s what you tell yourself when it feels like you’re barreling straight ahead, a hundred and ten kilometres over the limit and your brakes don’t work. There’s no reason to get yourself all worked up.

“Maybe find a place that does takeout?”

“It’s a date,” he says, firmly with a nod. His Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows back the nervous laughter, “Just let me know what time you want us to come over,” glancing at his watch, Armin sends you a forlorn smile, “Ah, gotta go now if I wanna catch the train to class, the campus is all the way in Stohess.”

His nose smushes against your cheekbone when he quickly leans in to plant another kiss on your face. It’s right by the corner of your mouth if he moved just an inch closer he’d have kissed you. Giving your hand one last squeeze he parts from you, the sunshiney warmth that swaths you going with him. Casting a glance over his shoulder he waves at you, his eyes all over you until the very last second when he has no choice but to turn his head and carry on, pushing through the throngs of people until he disappears from your line of vision. Pressing your hand against your chest you sigh, your heart pounding so roughly against your rib cage you can hear the rush of your blood in your eardrums. You find yourself planted, your feet like two lead weights stuck in the cobbled stone ground, watching the world pass by, just for a moment. That was until other busybodies rushing past you began to bump into you. Quick and empty apologies were sent your way but they were unneeded. You were the lovestruck idiot standing smack-dab in the street, mooning over the feel of a man’s soft lips so closely pressed to yours. 

So you picked yourself up, mindlessly walking through the streets until you found yourself back home. 

The sun poked through the dewy grey clouds, warming up your frigid digits until your skin grew pleasantly balmy. Light filters through the large rounded window at the top of your house, through the stained glass you can see through it, into the attic. It’s been untouched as far as you could tell, boxes piled so high you could practically see the thick layer of dust gathering on them.

You wondered just what was in them, how important such things could be if they lasted generations upon generations.

That was your first mistake; wondering. It let you up into the attic that day, curiosity swirling amongst your idle mind. There wasn’t much for you to do today, there was no reason you couldn’t get started on rifling through your family’s things it’d make for less work tomorrow. So you stumbled through the front door, entranced by the idea of all the trinkets and goodies you’d find. Maybe there’d be boxfuls of memories, polaroids untouched by time that captured the youthful glow of childhood, or relics of someone else’s past that would tell you all their deepest desires.

You found none of that.

Beyond the half-rotted wooden stairs and uneven floorboards laid a pair of piercing emerald eyes, they cut through the darkness with an eerie glow, unwavering even as you ventured forward; that was your second mistake. Carefully toeing further into the attic, sure that whatever you were seeing was a mirage, a simple figment of your imagination, or perhaps the bright sunlight bouncing through the window. But the window was nearly overshadowed with crumbling boxes that would fall apart at the touch. 

“Is someone there?”

That was your third mistake.

Doe-eyed and innocent, the perfect first victim in a horror movie— foolishly calling out into the abyss as though that would bring you peace of mind.

“Pretty,” a voice rasped, scutting forward. Chains rattling following the moment of the creature swathed in darkness, “You’re pretty, oh my, come closer would you?”

The floorboard creaked beneath your weight as you veered backwards, shocked that a person responded. It had to have been something like fatal attraction, pulling you closer and closer until you came face to face with the thing speaking to you. With those two emerald eyes came a face, tanned and covered in freckles. He was scraggly looking, dishevelled hair, and odd red streaks running down the tops of his cheeks. They laid atop of his otherwise unblemished skin, tainting it just as the two protruding horns resting on the crown of his head tainted the rest of his delicate, boyish features.

You would have thought him to be pretty, had it not been for those unsettling peculiarities. 

The moisture in your mouth seemed to be sucked out in an instant, leaving your mouth dry, and you for a loss for words. You laughed, from shock and from disbelief. You pressed your eyes shut, squeezing them until it hurt. When you opened them, he was still there, blinking up at you. A hungry, lust-filled expression marring his face. The floorboards beneath him were covered in scratches, reeking of desperation, and a fight not yet given up.

“Just step into the light for me?”

He begs, his eyes growing round and watery as he claws at the collar clasped around his neck. The leather is worn and frail, merely inches away from snapping yet so tightly wound against the taunt neck of his skin. It kept him trapped, just behind a pile of rubbish and attached to the wall at the far end of the attic. 

“Please?”

His voice breaks and you swear tears of desperation fill his lashline.

You can’t help but step forward, the golden rays of sunlight filtering through the window hitting you. It had to have been the pitiful lilt in his voice, ebbing the creeping questions away from the forefront of your mind. Curiosity flowing through your veins, an overwhelming sense of wonder. 

Why?

The creature surges forward, clawing at your feet as it glances up at you. A purr-like sound floats up to his throat, but it’s scratchy and clogged like the sound is foreign and startling to him just as it is to you. His lips crack open into a smile, revealing a set of dangerously sharp teeth, as gangly and unsightly as he is. When you don’t recoil he presses closer, uncomfortably hot hands creeping underneath your pant legs. They’re calloused, rough around the edges and hot, not sticky but still unpleasant against your supple skin. 

“Pretty,” he all but moans, pressing his face against your shins, “So pretty, oh how lucky am I.” Nuzzling against your legs, he tightens his hold on you.

You nearly topple over, his frail image a farce as his strength all but crushes you. “Are you alright?” You muster up the courage to ask, your hands floundering by your sides, “Why are you … What are you doing here?” Your heart grows heavy as you utter those words, horrible thoughts filling your head, “Did my aunt…”

Your words trail off, your lips pressing together with a shake of your head. She just passed away, it’d be terribly cruel to even suggest such a thing; keeping a man captive in her home. But he wasn’t a man, was he? He couldn’t have been, not with all the strange oddities covering his body. As a child, you’d often fall prey to the stories shared in the dead of the night, blasted across a blindingly white computer screen, unavoidable because humans were creatures of habit. And they always loved to terrify one another wrapped under the thoughtful guise of a cautionary tale. 

Misshapen humanoid figures who ached to gobble up innocent bystanders until they were forced to spill their guts up haunting your dreams.

The thing before you was nothing like the creatures roaming amongst your nightmares but you weren’t so naive as to think this was all some sort of prank, that beneath the ragged clothing, gnarly teeth and horns was just a man. Perhaps a neighbour looking for a thrill or even one of Armin’s friends who thought he could take advantage of such a ripe opportunity. But there was no makeup smudged as he rubbed his face against the leg of your pants, the horns didn’t wobble, and his teeth didn’t dare slip out of his mouth.

You heard the rumours.

Of your Aunt, of the practices and beliefs she held; of her penchant for all things mystical.

This must have been a repercussion of sorts. An experiment gone wrong or something similar. Or this was all just a hallucination from a gas leak or even mould, the house was awfully old, a sloppy job of brick and mortar could cause all sorts of issues. 

He nods his head, perking up at the mention of your aunt, “My master,” he says, the daring curl of his lips hidden from your sight, “Oh she was cruel, chaining me up and leaving me here to die,” he whimpers, holding you closer, “After draining me of all my powers, won’t you help me, pretty one?”

Your knees buckle, bringing you to the ground with him. A fine layer of dust billows into the air as a cardboard box topples over, the floorboards groaning as it lands with a thud. His face is uncomfortably close, his arms caging you against his firm chest. 

“I’m sorry she did that,” you whisper, swallowing thickly, “But she’s gone, you’re free now…”

You trail off, waiting for him to grant you his name.

“Eren.”

He grins at you, resting his chin on your chest. He looks like a cat licking its chops, preparing to devour its next meal. Only rather than a plate of food splayed before, it was you. Offering him a crooked smile you give him your name your head growing groggy the longer you gaze into his jewel-toned eyes. 

“And I’m not free,” he mutters, his bottom lip wobbling, “Not yet at least …”

Eren spoke to himself, his thick brown brows stitching together in annoyance. Turning his focus back to you, he cocks his head to the side, shyly batting his lashes at you. “Would you help set me free?”

You want to peel yourself away from him, the heat he emits clinging to your body. Sweat drips down your temple, your clothing growing damp and uncomfortable. But you nod your head, your chest swirling with sorrow for the poor creature. And you don’t think twice to question just what exactly he was and how your Aunt managed to do the things he claimed. It was all too bizarre for rational thought.

“Of course I’ll help you,” cupping his cheek you give him a sympathetic smile, “Just tell me what you need me to do,” you’re earnest and kind, just the person Eren needed, “No one should live out their days in a musty old place like this.”

The two of you share a laugh. Your heart calms, falling into a slow but steady rhythm in your chest. But it wouldn’t have had you caught the look of malice flashing across Eren’s face. Leaning into your touch, strands of his hair slip over his shoulder. The expression he wears is akin to that of a lovesick man, longingly observing his lover. It was strange for someone to look at you in such a manner, no one had ever looked at you like that.

Not even Armin.

“What do I have to do?” You ask, hoping to break the trance of adoration Eren seemed to be in.

For a moment he silently pondered his options before grinning wolfishly at you. You could practically see the lightbulb going off inside his head, “You have to give yourself to me,” he states, his breath growing heavy, “That’s the price of my freedom.” 

The leather around his neck snaps, allowing Eren to break free from his confines but he doesn’t run. Instead, he pushes you onto your back, pinning you to the floor, his taut body flush against you, his long black tail curling around your arm. It’s smooth, oddly unfitting amongst his rough edges and jaded exterior. The smile he wears is wicked, his breath growing heavy as he surveys your body.

“Won’t you help a poor man out?”

Licking your lips you let out a nervous chuckle, “You can’t-” you shudder, shaking your head, “Would you explain, I … I don’t understand, why?”

“I’m an incubus!”

He says it as though it were the most obvious thing in the world, chirping with a saccharine smile.

Incubus.

That was a sex demon, that was all you could recall; the stars of countless otome games and featuring in horribly obnoxious hentai films. Wracking your brain for anything beyond surface-level knowledge proved fruitless. They were the stuff of fantasy and sometimes the stuff of nightmares but for you, they left a hole in the middle of your mind. Less a mystery and more of a haze that left your skin covered in bumps. You didn’t like this limbo of unknown or the helplessness that grew from ignorance. But what you despised was that part deep inside of you where all the good things lived, it screamed at you to just say yes, to grant the pitiful demon before you freedom, and be the good samaritan you were raised to be. Help him, chalk this night up to a lust-fueled fever dream, and forget it ever happened. 

If only it were that easy.

“And that’s it?”

He nods, lovingly nuzzling his face into your cheek, “Simple as that!” The musk which clings to his skin invades your nostrils, he smells of sweat and a vaguely floral scent similar to the one your Aunt wore, and something you couldn’t quite place. It was pleasant, you couldn’t help but grow intoxicated by it- by him, “So will you do it?”

“Yes.”

Your fingers press into the floorboards, a flash of heat blossoming across your chest, seeping deep into your belly. 

“No, no!” he cries, “You have to say it, you have to say you’ll give yourself to me!” Eren grows tense, “I can’t … not if you don’t!”

Licking your lips you cast him a look, “I give myself to you,” it feels forced coming from your lips but Eren’s expression grows more and more excited as he silently goads you on, “Mind, body, and soul it’s all yours, Eren,” you say, the words flying out of your mouth. You don’t consider the weight of your words, oddly compelled to promise everything under the sun to him, to devote yourself to giving him all that your earthly power could muster up, “I’m yours.”

His plump lips are on your neck in an instant, his body curling around yours with insatiable desperation filling him to the brim. It sloshed over onto you, creating a pit within you that could only be filled by him. They’re smooth, his lips, and balmy, his teeth and tongue darting out to lick and nip the supple skin of your neck. Your skin grows tender with each bite, the shape of his teeth marring your skin, bruises left in their wake. Pinpricks of pleasure and need zip up your spine, you want more. You need more, it’s not enough, nor is the feel of his hands smoothing up your sides, groping at the slivers of exposed flesh he can find. His hips press into yours, his cock hardening against your thigh. It’s discreet, almost timid, the way he ruts his dick against the fat of your thigh, soft sighs muddled between the sloppy kisses.

Your name leaves his lips over and over again, his cold and nimble fingers tugging your jumper up to give him more access to your body. His tail unravels from your arm, slithering down your body to probe at the waistband of your pants, the pointed tip slipping beneath it. It smooths over your underwear, rubbing at your slit through the material. Your hips jerk up to grind into it, your breath growing heavy when it circles over your clit, pressing deeper to rouse a moan from you. 

“Please,” you pant, your teeth clamping down on your bottom lip, “Eren, will you give me more?”

You can feel him smile into your neck, greedily soaking in the need dripping off of your voice. Your body growing oddly sluggish, head foggy and stuffed with cotton. Pushing your jumper further up, he tugs it off your body, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets as he ogles your chest. Eren lets out an unabashed moan, his claws slicing through the wool. There’s unbridled lust, flickering across his eyes as he scopes out your skin, a certain urge to mark up your chest and belly. 

To claim you as his.

 The white-hot flame of desire danced across your skin, burning you from the inside out.

It wasn’t enough, the feather-light touch of his tail, sloppy and uncoordinated. Only serving to leave you desperate and wet. Pushing your bottoms off with a huff you cast your gaze to Eren, the horns and dangerously sharp teeth all the more intimidating when they were inches away from your face. His tail slithers up your body, damp against your skin, flickering between the two of you before it flies between Eren’s soft pink lips. A look of pure ecstasy crosses his face, his knuckles growing white as he tightly balls his hands into a fist to contain himself.

The taste of you.

Oh, how it delighted it him, igniting the flames of a beast long gone quiet. It’s voice blasted against his eardrums, roaring and rumbling around in his chest. A certain vitality, previously lost amongst the years flooding through his veins as he savoured the taste of you.

More. He could give you more.

“Take them off,” he coos, laying back against the floor, “And come have a seat, I’ll give you more.”

It thrums through the two of you like livewire— anticipation. 

Your legs feel too close to jello for your comfort, heavy and wobbled as you hoist yourself off the ground, tugging down your underwear without as much as a second thought. The throbbing need between your legs operates your body, turning your brain off so you could run on pure primal instinct. You didn’t think of the semantics, that maybe you should have come up for air, grabbed a condom, and probed him further. 

What did this even entail?

But you didn’t, too focused on how Eren looked between your plush thighs. His emerald eyes are starry and bright as he comes face to face with your glistening cunt. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, calloused hands smoothing over your thighs, his gangly nails pressing into them as he lowers you onto his mouth. It’s warm and surprisingly wet against your dripping folds, his pointed nose bumping against your hardened clit. You steady yourself by way of his horns, your fingers wrapping around the jagged appendages, the pointed tips painful in the palms of your hands but the feeling is lost amongst the bliss you feel. It’s depraved, the way he slurps up every last bit of your essence, only to tongue fuck your clenching hole until it dribbled even more into his waiting mouth. The toes of your boot-clad feet drag against the floor, your muscles tensing for a moment as that familiar feeling grew near. 

“You’re so good at this,” you say, it’s mindless chatter. He knows he’s good, it’s written within his DNA, it’s what he was born to do. But you say it anyway because you feel sluggish, your hips moving on their own accord, erratically grinding against his face, and the words just spill out. “Oh fuck me, why are you so-”

A hiccupy breath cuts into your speech, forcing you to swallow back desperate gulps of air.

Using his thumbs to spread your labia apart, Eren sets his sight on your clit, in his own mind palace as he relishes the taste of you. His lips, pink and glossy wrap around the bud, suckling on it. You fall apart so quickly on his tongue, your body jolting with each zap of pleasure that dances up the tender slope of your spine. 

Ardent and pliant all for him.

It fills Eren up; rejuvenating him. He can feel the strength thrumming through his veins, growing larger and larger with each sweet sound you graciously gift him. Something is mumbled against you but you don’t catch it. Eren’s hair catches beneath your knees as you hunch forward, but he pays no mind, his focus solely pouring into carrying you through your orgasm. Your throat is strained by the moans ravaging it and the dust permeating the air. But what drives you up the wall is how swirls his tongue around your clit, the sensitivity unbearable. You have no choice but to fall forward, ridding yourself of the devilishly intoxicating rapture.

Crumpling forward, your chest grows heavy as you sneeze, your eyes rimmed red from the dingy attic air.

“God,” you whisper, your nose crinkling in disgust as your eye catches a large water stain seeping in the wood, “I haven’t … Not like that, never in my life.”

Giving your calf a squeeze he chuckles, “Not quite my sweet,” looming over your figure, he preens, “Just a creature at your service.”

You giggle, breathless against the cold wood. Goosebumps raise along your skin but you’re too weak to move.

“Was that enough?”

You ask, lashes batting against the tops of your cheekbones.

“Are you free? The spell, is it broken?”

“No,” Eren frowns, reaching down to pet your cheek, “Don’t you remember? You offered up your entire being to me,” he states, a sympathetic look adorning his face, “That’s the price of freedom.”

He speaks as though he’s convincing himself, but the moment passes and he wears a cheery look once more. So ready to pounce on you, to claim you as his. You can’t even begin to fathom what thoughts may be lurking in the dark corners of his mind but behind the smile, you tell he’s hungry for more. And that’s when you notice it, his cock, red and weeping between his legs, nestled beneath a curl patch of dark brown hair. You swallow thickly, your mouth feeling strangely dry as you wait for him to make his move. Your eyes sweeping across his figure, that’s when you notice it; right below his navel is a tattoo, swirling dark purple ink intricately crafted but the meaning is lost to you. 

And though, the more he utters that word, “freedom”, the more it ceases to hold the meaning it once did. You wish he’d stop prattling on about it and you wish you could let go of it too. But it’s easier to play games than admit the truth, succumb to the hidden desires because then it’d mean accepting the implications of this evening.

So you nodded your head, laying flat on your back and timidly spread your legs wide for him. Not willing to give yourself a moment to think. If you did, you may have felt guilt. Guilt for allowing your naive sense of morality that led you here. Guilt for chasing Armin for so long yet unwilling to allow yourself to admit the feelings you held for him. Guilt because this felt like some sort of betrayal the longer the two of you lay in wait.

“For your freedom,” you whisper, your breath catching, “I’ll dedicate my heart.”

You want to laugh but your prowess is the final straw. The damn breaks and Eren is upon you, his thumbs pressing into your hips as he slots himself between your legs. His cock heavy on your pelvis, he can’t stop himself from pressing his face into your hair and inhaling, “Oh you’re so sweet,” he moans, the leaky tip slipping between your folds, “You’re so kind, oh how blessed am I?” His shoulders tremble and his teeth bite into his lips as he presses his cock into you, “How fated it is we met like this— if only you could be my new master.”

You’re forever ruined by the feel of his cock.

The way it splits you apart, filling you to the brim so deliciously you think you must be dreaming. His cocks bulbous head pressed snuggly against that spot deep inside of you. But that wasn’t the thing that made you swim in and out of mind, it’s this heat that wafts off of him, and it hits you that he smells good. He didn’t smell good, he couldn’t possibly smell good, he smelt terrible but your senses are filled with something so sweet, floral. And it leaves your head heavy and something feels wrong but the pleasure is mind-numbing. You can ignore it, so you do.

“You like the sound of that?” he hums, his jaw falling slack as he moans, “I do, oh I so do!” Eren chuckles, pressing his nails into the wood, they sink into it with ease, “Let me be your pet huh, we could have so much fun, just like now!”

Eren snarls, the feel of your walls clenching around him driving him up a wall. It had been too long.

Your fingers slip between his lips as you try to smack your hand over his mouth, “Just shut up,” you whimper, eyes squeezing shut. You couldn’t think, not like this, not that you’d want to but he prattles on, begging for you to just say yes, “Eren, for god’s sake please shut the hell up!”

He preens so prettily, but you cannot take it.

Your hand slips down to his neck, you don’t realize you’re doing it until your thumb presses down on the column of his neck.

“Stop talking … please!”

And he does, choking on air with tears in his eyes. 

They’re fake but you don’t know that, too busy with the wave of ecstasy washing over you. It’s euphoric, your brow furrowed and sweaty. As the quiet settles and your mind clears you’re hit with a thought, it’s fleeting, and just passes your consciousness for a moment but you catch it. Incubi live off sex, they feed off it, they drink their partner dry and then move on to the next. A literal man-eater.

You laid right between his claws.

He’s still hard, rutting into your cunt with reckless abandon. But he doesn’t bat a lash, nuzzling his face into yours as he mewls, “Every night can be spent just like this.”

Eren’s eyes glow a dangerous sort of green and it makes you feel sick, but there is nowhere for you to run. You had chosen this path, you agreed to be his meal ticket. 

“Mine,” he mutters, kissing your cheek, “All mine, we’ll be so good together.”

You let out a tearful moan, the ability to speak lost to you.

“And we’ll have so much fun!”

Your cunt squelches obscenely loud, the swell of your ass wet with your slick. His tale snakes up your torso, wrapping around your waist in a snug hold. Keeping you pliant in his hold, humming to himself, enjoying how you creamed around him. The sounds you made the most beautiful music he’d ever heard.

“Just you wait and see, my love.”

tags: @novvabeam @the-princess-button

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[janshu]

Inu!Bakugo...for @ultimate-astridwriting's Hybrid collab!

Summary: My part of the hybrid collab. I had so much fun writing an angry Pomeranian Bakugo. 10/10 would do again. I'm not completely happy with it but who ever is? I'm still proud of myself!

Word count: 2.2k.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Bakugo being an ass, sexual content, somnophilia, collars, choking, humping, creampie, name calling (bitch, slut, whore etc.), use of the word cunt.

You sigh as you rummage around in your pocket to produce the key to your home. After a long day's work all you want to do is get some dinner, take a bath and go to bed but none of those things would be possible would they?

No, not after the spur of the moment decision to adopt a hybrid of all things. The week earlier was one of torrential downpours and near freezing temperatures, the roads making a slushy substance of half-melted ice and salt to prevent the very thing it was being mixed in with. People stayed indoors the best they could when they weren't at work but life had to shit on you and make your car breakdown in the parking garage. Umbrella rested on your shoulder, rain boots on your feet with your spare in your bag and you trudged through cold, mushy hell back home. The streets were barren as a Walmart on a weekday at 4am, no life passing by you until you crossed an alley between two businesses. A pathetic whimper had caught your attention and your gaze drifted down to a soaked cardboard box. What was in that box you weren't sure if you should curse or love. A hybrid.

Narrow red eyes stared at you in suspicion, fangs bared at you but the creature didn't make any attempts to nip at your fingers when they neared to ruffle the spikey head of hair. The hybrid had leaned into your touch before recoiling away as if you had smacked him. The black and orange collar had seen better days, the charm that dangled on the hollow of his neck read "Dynamite" but he didn't give any indication that was his name when you repeated it outloud. He was barely dressed in anything, a thin t-shirt, shorts with ragged Converse that had more holes than Swiss cheese. Truthfully he looked a few days away from starvation and how could you keep that on your conscience if you left him there? After laying your warm coat over his shoulders you somehow, someway, managed to get him back to your place. Everything went downhill from there in the blink of an eye.

The weak puppy persona was gone the moment warm food settled in his belly and within the hour he acted as if you had crowned him king of the house. Beginning his rambles of curses, demands and biting at your fingers. The worst of it happened when you tried to take his collar off for a new one, one that wasn't frayed and barely hanging on. "Katsuki" as he spat out his name with enough venom to put a Black Mamba to shame had flipped over a coffee table, ripped up every couch cushion and went so far to chew on the linoleum on the kitchen floor.

No doubt you'd be greeted with the same sight as always. Messy, dirty, unknown stains everywhere and dishes still in the sink waiting to be moved to the washer. Maybe if he wasn't such a loud ass you could train him but your frazzled nerves were at their wits end. You didn't know what to do, you were about to throw in the towel and put him up for adoption. Yep, you were disappointed to be proven right. Katsuki reclining on the couch lengthwise, remote in his hand with the most bored expression on his face while idly flipping through channels.

"Fucking finally, you're home! I've been waitin' for fucking hours for your ass to get back! I'm hungry, get your shitty ass in the kitchen and make dinner." He barked. Barely giving you any time to hang up your coat and slip off your shoes before his orders began.

"Katsuki...I can't, not tonight." Could your voice portray anymore pleading? Apparently not because he didn't seem to notice, or care.

The fluffy ear at the top of his head only flicked in response, the top lip curling into his signature snarl. "Then what the fuck are you good for? Get your fucking ass in that god damn kitchen and fucking make dinner already."

All that you were good for? All that you were good for? How dare he! He's been freeloading off you for a week now without so much as a thanks for saving him from the streets, feeding him, clothing him, keeping him warm and dealing with his bullshit and this is how he repays you?

"I've fucking had it with you!" Your voice rose higher than you meant to but at this point you didn't care, a line had been crossed. "You fucking sit there and ruin my shit and yet I'm the useless one? I have half a mind to kick you out! You can make your own fucking dinner, I've had it! I'm done! I can't take this anymore!"

Despite not having any clunky shoes on your feet still managed to resonate in the small living room while you stormed past the couch. You had expected anything, anything at all. A slap, a punch, a groan, literally anything but you were met with only silence and that somehow pissed out off even more. How could silence be so infuriating?! You didn't even notice the terror that washed over his face as you screamed at him or the way his chest heaved with the sob or how he trembled underneath your wrathful gaze as you walked away. The bedroom door slamming made short work of that.

"Fuck I'm such an ass.." You mused to yourself already regretting blowing up at him but what would an apology do that wasn't already broken? So better yet why not send yourself to bed without dinner as some kind of punishment? He'd linger at the doorway to the kitchen, staring at you with those intense eyes if you made dinner anyways so why let him win? He could his own shit for fucks sake!

After a quick shower to dethaw your bones and warm up what was left of your dead soul the softness of your pajamas helped ease the guilt gnawing away like a puppy on its first bone. Laying in bed until sleep eventually overcame you and when he knew it was safe to slip in and sneak over towards your bedside.

Rustling was what woke you. The rustling of clothes and the jingle of something metallic in the darkness of the bedroom. Whatever grogginess you normally suffered when waking up was vanishing the more details were dissected and understood by your half-asleep brain, a process that took an embarrassingly long time. Clothes rustling, the bedsheets moving, heavy pants and something incredibly warm nudging up against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Naturally your brain assumed the worst and your eyelids flew open to show nothing; at first. As your eyes adjusted to the pitch black room they found the blazing stare of those vermillion eyes, the bared fangs that belonged to your hybrid.

What the hell was Katsuki doing on top of you?

Noticing that you were awake the snarl turned into a smirk as he huffed, his large chest expanding with each desperate pant. Why did your folds feel so good just as you were waking up?

"Feel that?" How could you not? The feel of a scorching cock bumping up your folds and sensitive clit, wet from the pre leaking from the tip. There was so much of it from what you could feel, too sticky to be your own. His hips had yet to cease moving, no word from your shocked form to still his rutting hips.

"W-what the hell are you doing?" Was the most logical question your brain could come up with in the moment.

"Humping...fucking dumbass." His warm breath created goosebumps on your cool skin, his head must've been so close to yours by the hair tickling your forehead. "Tryin'ta...help ya. Shitty woman.."

"Help? How the fuck is this helping?"

"You've been working so hard so I thought maybe...a good fuck would calm ya down, relax ya." Katsuki's voice was so desperate, so needy, the humping of his cock on your labia increasing.

He was trying to help? He was going to fuck the frustration out of you? Is that was he was offering? Having sex with a hybrid was common enough to not be considered taboo but you couldn't help but feel he was trying to worm his way into your good graces. Unless your words had struck some kind of cord with him. "Okay, alright, I'll let you help."

"Fuck yeah!"

With that the head of his cock nudged against your cunt, already spread and waiting for him. How long had he been doing this for? The burn of the stretch was delicious, he was just big enough to fill you up but not hurt. Settling right up to kiss the tip of your cervix when he bottomed out. His hands grip at your thigh and hip, pulling his back to slam his cock right back into you. Over and over, over and over, over and over. Practically using you as a fleshlight to get himself off but damn if it didn't feel good, him bouncing you on his cock so roughly each thrust was sending the headboard against the wall.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck, Katsuki!" Your hands pat around and eventually find his biceps and you cling on for dear life, your nails digging crescent shaped markings into his skin.

"Yeah, yeah...you like this form of stress relief, don'tcha you dirty slut?" Undoing the collar around his neck the frayed cloth of the strap is tied around your neck, the buckle clamping down tightly to constrict your airflow while two fingers slip under it to pull and tug. "You're my dirty fucking slut! Mine...mine...mine...mine, fucking mine!"

Your fingers trailed down the tiny amount of space between your bodies down to the precious, neglected nub between your legs. Barely able to wiggle your index and middle finger down there from the rabid fucking you were receiving to circle the bundle of nerves and send yourself over the edge. Each clap of your thighs smacking against each other forcing your hate for his behavior ebbing away. If he was going to act like this all the time how could you kick him out?

"F-fuck! Gonna cum...fucking cum..cum for me. Cum with me!" Katsuki snarled as the pressure around your throat increased. Your hand was smacked away from your clit and was replaced with the large pad of his thumb, frantic circles sending your body into a writhing mess of flails and kicks.

The orgasm that had been steadily building from your ministrations had been ripped away and replaced with one quickly approaching to push you over the edge. The white hot pleasure-coil that formed underneath your belly button snapped and all of it coursed through your system in one go. Paralyzing your body for a split second as you squirted all over the hybrids cock, his still rubbing hand sending the liquid everywhere. Coating his thighs, your thighs and the bed underneath you.

"Fucking fuck! Such a whore, such a dirty girl for me! Oh my fucking g-god!" One last slam of his hips and his own body stilled, burying his cock deep inside your cunt to shoot his cum deep in your womb. He stuttered before his body collapsed on top of you, suffocating you in his sweaty muscles.

Bathing in the afterglow, coming down from your high you could've sworn you heard something. Mumbling, soft mumbling too indistinct to understand. Katsuki's head laying on your shoulder, his nose brushing along your collarbone and was he laying kisses here and there? No, you must've been seeing things. Still buried to the hilt he turned his head to speak, his fluffy ears perked and his tail gently swishing behind him. The sudden light from your phone illuminated the room, casting light on Katsuki's face and the sight made your breath hitch in your throat. Clearly he had been crying. Tear stains streaked down his cheeks, brows knitted together and the same lost look he had plastered on his face appeared again.

"Please, please don't kick me out. I'll do anything, please...please don't abandon me. Not again." His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as he hid his face in your neck. Voice breaking, shoulders trembling, the verge of crying all over again quickly approaching.

Your heart broke and you returned the favor by hugging him around the shoulders, a hand carding through his hair to soothe him. Had he been abandoned? Did his previous owners not like him? Was all his aggressiveness some kind of defense mechanism? Was he giving you a reason to kick him out to keep himself from experiencing that kind of pain again? Oh, poor baby. "Never again...just don't destroy things anymore, okay? Help me around the place a little more will ya?"

"Yes." Katsuki snuggled on top of you. Finally believing he had a real home with you, a place where he could belong. "....Master."

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #katsuki bakugo #inu bakugo #hybrid bakugo #hybrid au #bakugo katsuki x reader #x reader #tw:nsfw #tw:hybrid #tw:humping #tw:creampie #tw:collar #tw:choking #tw:naughty words #tw:name calling #tw:somnophilia

[ghoultramp]

study buddies [sukuna x reader] {req}

▷       jjk

↳ pairing: sukuna x f!reader

↳ content: { request fic } - dom!sukuna, subby!reader, curvy&soft!reader, college!au, dubcon, choking, spitting, marking (biting, scratching), dacryphilia, degradation (?), breath play (?),  a sprinkle of praise (as a treat), nicknames for reader (princess, babygirl)

↳ words: 4.7k

⇢ summary: sukuna’s a little fed up of yuji having you all the fun with you, so when yuji suggests you should take a break from studying, sukuna decides it’s the perfect opportunity to have a taste of yuji’s little princess.

also available on ao3

⇢ note: request for nemi; i’m so sorry it took so long to get around to this but i hope this makes up for the wait! a huge thank you for being my partner in crime on this and for some of the fantastic ideas you shared.

Yuji had been grumbling at his textbook for the better part of ten minutes before you peered over the top of yours. While he lay chest down on the floor, your legs were lazily propped over the small of his back. Your own back was supported by a pillow against your bed frame, comfortable enough, but you were starting to ache. Yuji wittered beneath his breath, he looked sweet when he tried to concentrate; his eyebrows furrowed and his nose wrinkled, but it was the way his tongue poked over his top lip that made you giggle.

“Stop,” he groaned, “this is hard.”

You cleared your throat as you closed your book, placing it on your lap.

“Which question is it now?” you asked, lifting your legs off him.

He grumbled incoherently, flipping the same page back and forth. You shook your head and shuffled next to him, straightening out your skirt as you brought your knees together to retain some modicum of decency. You leaned your weight against your left hand and softly patted Yuji’s head with the other.

“Uhm,” he mumbled, “still on the first one…?”

“Yuji-Kun,” you sighed, “have you been listening to a word I’ve said?”

He looked at you through his peripheral vision while his mouth fought against a nervous smirk. You playfully tapped him against the side of the head. Yuji feigned injury, holding his head and rolling onto his back; you were trying so hard not to laugh as he rolled about, wailing dramatically.

“You’re such a baby,” you told him, throwing the textbook to the side.

You watched as he stopped and spread his limbs out like a starfish, he turned his head in your direction.

“Says the little Princess,” he retorted, he flashed a grin when your cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink.

He loved rendering your speechless with the utterance of a single word. To everyone on the outside, you and Yuji were this cute, Hallmark-movie, high-school sweetheart-type couple, barely even kissed, blushing at the sweet whispers you exchanged; how wrong they were.

Those sweet whispers that made you blush wildly were due to Yuji sharing with you his demands for you that evening—because you would always be his good Babygirl, his good little Princess. They would never see him grope you beneath the lecture hall desks, purposefully dragging you to the back. He’d ignore you as you cried into the sleeve of your sweater while his fingers fiddled with your sensitive little bud behind your underwear.

He rolled onto his side to prop his head up with his hand, you brought your hands up to cover your flushed cheeks.

“Hey,” he was trying not to laugh, finding your bashfulness absurdly loveable, “why don’t we take a break?”

A squeak escaped through the fingers of the hand that covered your mouth. Yuji awkwardly shifted onto his hands and knees, crawling toward you. When he sat up next to you, he swung his legs around to place them on either side of you; trapping you between him and the bed frame.

“Now who’s the baby?” he cooed, teasing you more by poking your hands playfully.

He laughed at your attempt to look annoyed, it was wasted. You resigned, watching as he began to lean into you, his hand pressed against the back of your head and his lips brushed against your ear.

“Or should I say,” his whisper was a low growl, “Babygirl?”

 “Yuuuuuji,” you were whining as you squirmed between his legs, “you’re doing this on purpose.”

The warm breath expelled by his chuckle brushed against your neck. You felt the grip he held on the back of your head fall to your wrists, you didn’t fight him as he pulled your hands from your face. You knew he got off on how bashful you always were, and maybe you played into that a little, he felt the hot flush of your cheeks radiate against him.

He could devour you so easily.

You felt a thumb press hard against your chin, pushing your head right back. A pitiful laboured noise escaped your mouth, now pushing his palm against your throat. It wasn’t quite enough pressure to stop you from breathing, but enough to cause you discomfort. Enough to satisfy him. For the moment, at least.

“…ji,” you were fortunate enough to be able to squeeze the last syllable of his name.

Using his free hand, he kneaded at the delicious pudge of skin that poked out above your slightly-too-tight thigh-high socks. They were just a part of one of your many little uniforms reserved only for Yuji, and today was one of his favourites; a just-tight-enough shirt opened enough for your delicate, frilly lingerie—of his choosing, of course—to peek out, paired with a simple, pleated skirt.

You were ever so grateful when he lightened the pressure on your larynx, allowing you to urgently drag in a deep breath. But it was mere seconds before you were gasping and panting, succumbing to his will as his fingers pressed gently against the damp cotton of your panties.

“Finally,” you heard him say, the lowered tone of his voice triggered your flight response.

“Yu-Yuji?” you whimpered.

“Yuji’s not home right now, Princess,” he declared, “it’s not fair that he gets to have all the fun anyway.”

“Su-Sukuna, please,” you whined, tilting your pelvis back in an attempt to escape his roaming fingers, he only pressed against you harder.

“Why don’t you let me take you for a ride, babygirl,” as he said it, he dragged his finger downward, following your sweet, little slit beneath your underwear.

“You p-promised you wouldn’t,” if it wasn’t for the fact that Sukuna was so close to you, he never would have heard your feeble pleas.

“We all promise things we don’t really mean,” he groaned, removing his hand on your throat.

Sukuna smirked all the while you gasped for air—once again—and then whimpered, the focus in your sight made everything soft, your head felt full of cotton wool. Sukuna sniggered, the dumb, heavy-lidded look on your pretty, little face was nothing less than perfection. He pressed his fingers a slightly bit harder against your clit, inhaling sharply when he pulled strangled little mewls from behind your slightly parted lips.

Sukuna was more than a little fond of Yuji’s choice of mate, he’d been waiting far too long for this opportunity and he wasn’t going to squander it.

He was going to savour every moment.

“Let’s see,” Sukuna contemplated, relieving your clit of his fingers. He’d want you to beg for it, prove just how much of a needy little whore you really were; he’d have you screaming his name soon enough.

You whined at him as his hands crept along the outsides of your thighs, under your skirt, grabbing hold of your shapely hips. He ignored your cries while he pulled you toward him, your skirt now ruched above your waist.

“C’mere,” he grunted, jostling you with some force when you didn’t move quick enough for him.

From your position—your head now propped where your back had been, Sukuna suspending your arse with his large hands—you could almost pretend that it was still Yuji. It was still his body after all, right? Your eyes passed over the dark lines that only Sukuna had—you always thought they looked like tattoos—and the closed, second set of eyes. Those eyes unnerved you, scared you. You dropped your gaze.

You didn’t ever think you’d have to face this situation, Yuji had reassured you time and time again that he had control of Sukuna, that he wouldn’t be able to take over when things got hot and heavy between the both of you. Now, you supposed Sukuna had lied about being compliant the entire time.

Sukuna continued, “I demand a taste of this—“ he yanked your underwear down your thighs, pulling a little too hard on the waistband, “—sweet fucking cunny.”

Dumbfounded, you were only able to watch him with curious, wide eyes as he moved your legs to benefit him while he struggled to remove your underwear. He was clearly getting impatient, throwing your soaked underwear over his head and across the other side of the room.

Sukuna let out a long, deep moan, as he shuffled himself back. He brought your legs down, pressing his muscular upper-arms against the back of your thighs; this was his way of stabilising you while having both of his hands free.

With his biceps pushing into your thighs, you yelped as your neck was forced into an uncomfortable position. The top of your head pressed against the base of the bed while your ear squashed into your shoulder; you scrambled to hoist yourself up, pushing your palms against the floor.

“Ah-ah,” he growled, yanking you down by the hips.

Sukuna mumbled something, you may not have been able to hear it, but your widely spread cunt certainly felt him say something. He brought the index finger of his right hand up to hover just out of reach of your presenting hole; raising his gaze to catch you looking at him--your chest heaving with your gulping breaths, your eyes almost entirely closed, with your tongue gently lolled out over your bottom lip--he certainly hadn’t expected you to submit to him like this so easily.

“I can see why Yuji likes you,” Sukuna mused, you gasped loudly when his thick finger penetrated you for the first time, “a needy little bitch in heat, like you?”

He let out a satisfied groan as you convulsed against him, nowhere for you to go as he twisted his finger, left to right and back again, fucking you with little care as his thrusts became almost violent. You cried out when he began to hit his palm quite forcefully against your clit with each thrust of his finger; Sukuna’s dark eyes glared up at you, his thick brows pulling together in the middle of his brow while he snarled at you.

You really were trapped.

“I happen to know you like it rough,” he was smirking, the loud, wet sound that came from between your legs as he removed his finger with a yank make you shrink beneath him.

“But, let’s get one thing straight,” he continued, moaning while he sucked at your sweet juices that soaked his finger, “your little Yuji-Kun won’t ever compare to a demon,” Sukuna watched the panic set in your eyes, felt your thighs shaking against his arms as he angled you up.

“It’ll be so delightful and easy, making you teeter on that edge,” he snarled, “between pain and pleasure until I see fit.”

You yelped uncomfortably when the pad of his heavy thumb pressed into your clit; you heard him chuckle above your cries, pressing against it harder. Sukuna pursed his lips against your inner thigh. You felt his smirk against your skin when his thumb quickly shifted from your clit to your hole; it was without warning, your slick allowing him to pull in and out with ease. But the intrusion made you shudder, followed closely by an uncontainable wail.

“Oh, Princess,” he cooed, talking into your thigh, “you’re going to make over-stimming you so much fucking fun.”

“Wh-what do you mean?” it was a pitiful attempt at finding your voice.

Sukuna either couldn’t hear you or at the very least, he didn’t want to hear you. He dragged his tongue along your delicate skin, playfully nipping at you every few inches.

Oh, how it amused him when you squirmed, afraid of his real bite, perhaps? The thought excited him.

You continued to whimper while Sukuna roamed your thighs, but when he flicked the tip of his tongue across your clit—fucking you with his thumb, his fingernails digging into the flesh of your arsecheeks—you brought your hand to your face, biting down on the flesh of your wrist.

Sukuna ignored you, giving attention to your throbbing clit, using his free hand to spread your lips just a bit more, enough for him to sink his lips down and around you. He loved when you made those whiny, little bleats—so pathetic, so fucking easy.

But, no, this wasn’t enough for Sukuna. He jerked his thumb out—your walls quivered around the empty space—and replaced it with his tongue; he groaned loudly as he sloppily lapped at your dripping, wet cunt.

Crying into your hand, still biting down on your already raw flesh, you felt the pull of your hips, ready to spasm with the release that was building up within your core. Sukuna masterfully worked his way around your insides, tensing the tip of his tongue to satisfy that sweet spot within you.

“Cum for me, Princess,” his deep voice was cast even lower as he growled as he spoke those words, commanding you; you felt a pressure within your pelvis vibrate and coil.

A pretty, choked sob found its way behind your lips as you relaxed your head to the side. The arm you had been using to silence yourself came down on Sukuna’s head so hard he scratched at your outer thigh; that would surely leave a mark. Whether you were willing to admit it or not, the thought excited you, you wanted him to hurt you.

Sukuna seemed frustrated when you didn’t obey his demand.

“I said fucking cum for me, Princess,” he snarled, firmly placing his hands on either side of your arse. You gasped, feeling the sting of him driving the points of his nails into your flesh. “I won’t hesitate to hurt you, y’know,” he continued in between tending to your soft, little cunt, “but I get the feeling you’d—“ he huffed, driving his nails into you, eliciting a strangled, wailing moan from your lips, “—like it.”

A whimpering, twitching mess was all you were beneath Sukuna’s grip. You heard the sloppy, wet noises combining with his hungry moans, tasting as much of you as he possibly could. Leaning back onto his knees, Sukuna noticed the bright flush in your cheeks.

“Sweet, little thing,” he laughed, “look, she’s embarrassed.”

Sukuna delighted in having you as his play-thing, but he wasn’t quite done with you yet. While he stared at you with his impossibly dark eyes, you heard the distinct jostling of a belt being undone; you heard it land with a thud when he discarded it to the side, triggering your body to shudder once more.

He wasn’t impressed with you when you lowered your gaze away.

“No, no, no,” he chuckled, “you will return the favour, Babygirl.”

Your heart beat wildly against your chest, your breathing was nothing but desperate, clamouring gasps as he hoisted you by your hair. Your protesting cries meant nothing to him as he effortlessly pulled you to your knees and the sight of your eyes brimming with tears amused him all the more.

“You’d do it for him, wouldn’t you?” he gave an inflection to his voice, trying to mimic Yuji’s, “It’s still his body, right?”

Sukuna’s grip on your hair tightened while he fiddled with the zip of his trousers, you felt helpless, watching as he relieved his thick, hard cock from its clothed prison. It was Yuji’s body, but like this—when Sukuna felt the need to barge his way in—it was his, not Yuji’s.

“Isn’t it?” he spat, pushing you down toward his crotch, cock in hand.

You may have been too shocked to form words, disjoined syllables tumbling from your lips, but not shocked enough to resist him. You didn’t recoil when your lips pressed against the swollen, wet head of his cock, as he brushed his pre-cum across your lips. In fact, you were eager, Sukuna laughed when you parted your lips, ready to receive him.

“See, it’s not that bad, is it?” he mused as he tugged your head back to look up at him.

You heard him stifle a low growl, looking up at him with your pretty, glassy eyes and your puffy, pink lips.

Whining at him as you placed your hands on either side of his muscular thighs, you were a desperate little pet eager for master’s attention. You didn’t care that he held your weight by your hair, it didn’t matter that it hurt. You didn’t care how aggressive he was; it didn’t matter when it felt this good.

“That’s it,” his smile was devilish, allowing you to lower your head into his lap on your own terms.

When you moved Sukuna’s hand away from his cock, he let out a chortle that made your heart flutter. He was gentle while you teased the aching head of his cock. You were ever so pleased with yourself when you pulled guttural, feral moans from his lips; it was your turn to tease Sukuna. For however long he might allow it, that was.

Which wasn’t long at all, it would seem.

Sukuna was impatient and you were taking far too long, he wanted his dick rammed as far down your throat as he could, and he would. He wasn’t being gentle now, not when he pushed your head down onto him. When you let out a surprised yelp, he took the opportunity to take advantage.

“Fuck,” he hissed while you gagged on the intrusion of his length.

Your throat felt raw, there was no niceness about him now as he held you down. You were sure he would be smirking as you convulsed within his grip, feebly attempting to push against his tensed thighs with very little effect. Yuji might be rough with you, but Sukuna was on a different level, and you quickly understood just how utterly useless any and all attempts to save yourself would be.

It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt, and you knew—for certain—that someone was going to be you.

You closed your eyes and held onto his thighs so tight your knuckles turned white; it was the only thing you could do to distract yourself at that moment. The tears he’d forced from your eyes dripped onto your chest with your clumsy movements. You let out a wail of relief when he pulled you away, even just for a moment, it was welcomed.

"There's a good girl," he grunted, admiring the spit that dribbled down your chin, "there's my good little Princess."

Your moan at his words was cut off by a cruel shove of his hand; you gagged under the duress of him ramming into the back of your throat. He didn't care that you choked and spluttered beneath him, in fact, you knew it excited him; the way his cock twitched with each uncomfortable noise you made told you everything.

Every bone in your body screamed at you to submit to him, you would hope it would be less humiliating than this. Sukuna was surprised when you fell limp within his grasp and jerked you back once more.

“I wasn’t sure I’d break you so easily,” he chuckled, raising his free hand to your tear-stricken face.

You shuddered when his thumb stroked away at your wet cheek. You kept your eyes closed as his hand snaked its way across your face and down to your mouth. He tightened his grip on your hair as he held down hard with his other hand.

Your eyes darted open, Sukuna was a God looking down upon a mere mortal.

He hissed, you felt a heavy pressure against your lips as he used his hand to push you back against the pillow still propped against the bed. He was quick, untangling his hand from your hair to rest it on your inner thigh. He was laughing as his fingers tightened around your thigh, claws pinching at your flesh.

“Open wide, Babygirl,” baring his teeth at you, he looked maniacal, his hulking shape looming over you.

You sobbed helplessly as the mouth on his palm opened up, summoning a tongue that successfully infiltrated your mouth with very little effort. He laughed as your pretty, flushed face twisted, breathing frantically through your nose.

You were unable to make out the words he growled while he dragged his claws along the tender flesh of your inner thigh. The games he’d played with your throat, and consequently your oxygen, had dulled your senses—all except the ones that mattered, of course.

The bottom of his palm hit hard against your abused clit and your eyes widened with realisation. Sukuna smirked, both hands pressing so impossibly hard against both sets of your lips as he leaned into you.

“Just a little more,” he growled, “and then you’ll be ready for me.”

There was no time to think before the hand at your mouth pushed your head back, the finger and thumb on either side of your nostrils were dangerously close to completely restricting your airflow. Another tongue infiltrated your aching hole, he laughed at you as you convulsed beneath him. He allowed you to shake your head from side to side but nothing more, he found your efforts at yet another struggle tempting.

Your hips bucked defiantly beneath his hand as he bore against you. You whimpered against the tongue at your mouth as the one inside your twitching hole tickled against your most sensitive spot. Sukuna brought his face down impossibly close to yours, now gently grinding his palm against your clit; the only thing you felt were tight shocks that battered away within your core.

Sukuna gripped your face with his fingers, careless as his claws almost scratched at your face. When your head was brought up to meet him, your noses touched. It was unnerving.

You felt Sukuna’s tongues retreat. You were conflicted when you felt the gnawing ache of emptiness that was left behind. Formulating thoughts seemed impossible, coherency was nowhere to be found. With heavy-lidded eyes, you lazily watched as Sukuna knelt back.

It was cute, the way you opened your legs even wider for him. It wasn’t enough for Sukuna, nothing ever seemed enough for Sukuna. You felt his clawed hands grip the underside of your tender thighs; your breath shuddered, feeling the wet head of his cock bump against your widened hole.

“Good girl,” he breathed, “open wide.”

There was no other warning than his words as he shunted his hips forward, you moaned low in your throat—a strangled, feral noise—as your dripping wet cunt enveloped his throbbing length with very little ease.

“See,” he grunted, tightening his grip on your thighs, “I can be kind—“ he pulled his entire length, your hole quivered at the empty space, “—when I want to be.”

You wailed as he bottomed out against you, digging his claws into your flesh hard enough to draw blood as he frantically thrust. He’d been patient long enough but, while you’d been a good girl and indulged him, playtime was over.

Your head whirled and your limbs were numb. The only nerves that you felt any connection to were the ones in your pussy, the ones that made it possible to feel every protruding vein of his achingly hard cock The nerves that made it possible to feel every twitch it made as Sukuna put all his weight into you. He grunted, pushing back on your thighs, you yelped when he folded them against your stomach.

Sukuna delighted in hearing the moan you gave him after yet another deep, unrelenting thrust, his pelvis grinding roughly against your clit. You found yourself unraveling beneath him, you no longer felt within your own body.

“Yuji,” you mewled.

It was an easy mistake to make, a mistake that Sukuna did not appreciate. He laughed down at you as he picked up his pace. An unrelenting pace that shunted your body with each and every thrust. A pace that made you see stars.

“Silly little bitch,” he growled, spitting on your cheek, he was surprised when you let out a gasp of arousal, “say my name.”

He watched you convulse beneath him, felt you writhe and twist in his arms. It was delicious. The way your cunt clamped on his cock, tighter and tighter, and harder and harder until your cervix felt bruised.

“You’re mine right now, Princess,” he told you breathlessly, “Say it.”

You felt his spit hit your face again and your pelvis tightened. Things like that were supposed to feel this good, and for a brief moment, an internal struggle between arousal and embarrassment took place. Your arousal when Sukuna spoke.

“Say my fucking name,” was his final demand, but you could only cry out nonsense, “Say it!”

“Su-Sukuna!” you cried, obliged to obey him.

You were rewarded with the relief of Sukuna removing one of his hands from your thighs, too fucked-out to move—or care—your leg still rested against your stomach. He bared his teeth and brought his hand back; you were astonished that he never lost his momentum. 

He grunted as he breathed.

“That’s right,” his voice began to waver, close to his own climax, “good girl.”

You could almost believe you weren’t just a piece of meat to him, the way his tongue wrapped around the words he used could make anyone feel special. But you were rudely reminded this was Sukuna, not Yuji, when his swung-back hand collided with your thigh.

The Earth itself could have shattered at that very moment, and all you’d feel would be him; you thought yourself lucky enough to remember your name.

“Good—“ he grunted against your arching hips, begging for more you couldn’t possibly take, “—girl.”

Sukuna juddered on top of you, within you, while his claws made their final assault on your skin, while he buried himself as deep within you as possible. You writhed and mewled beneath him, your hands grasped at the carpet, desperate to hold onto something while the pressure of his hot cum filling your battered cunt overwhelmed you.

There was a faint sting that broke through the pleasure as he continued to roll his hips against you, gently for the time being, now that he was spent.

It astonished you how quickly his breathing returned to normal while you struggled to draw any breaths that felt satisfying, still recoiling and twitching. You could speak only broken gibberish.

Sukuna lowered your legs, you wished he’d more gentle; you winced as your hip joints creaked having been forced into such an uncompromising position. You felt the weight of his chest press against yours and his nose nuzzled gently against the crook of your neck.

There was a tense moment as you lay under him as your senses regained consciousness.

“Yu-Yuji?” you whimpered, tears threatened the edges of your eyes.

The pretty pink man who lay on top of you let out an angered growl, the hands that tightened around your wrists no longer had claws; there was care in the grip.

“I’ll kill him,” you heard him growl, his grip tightening.

“Yuji I’m—“ he didn’t leave you room to finish as he lifted his head, gazing down at you with furrowed eyebrows and bold, dark eyes.

“But first,” he told you, looking down at the mess between where your bodies connected, “it looks like I have to punish you first.”

He looked back to you—was he enjoying this?—and cast a dirty smirk at you.

“Because despite what Sukuna may think or say,” he continued, looming closer to you, his cock twitching with every word, “you haven’t been a good girl, have you, Princess?”

Your lips may have been moving but your voice was inaudible.

“You can thank Sukuna for one thing though, Princess,” he growled, nipping at your neck.

His voice broke when he deliberately moaned in your ear, a sound that made you squirm with delight.

“There’s no more holding back,” was the last thing he said before raising your arms above your head and locking his teeth to your neck.

#fanfic #jjk fanfic #sukuna fanfic #jjk smut #sukuna smut #yuji itadori #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader smut #jjk x reader #jjk x reader smut #tw:domsub #tw:dubcon #tw:choking #tw:shpitting #tw:marking #tw:biting #tw:scratching #tw:dacryphilia #tw:degradation #tw:breath play #reader has petnames

[seraphdreams]

uh hi queen i’m a little shy 😳👉👈

but if you insist on requests hehe

i’m literally begging for a DROP of sukuna nsfw, literally ANYTHING

maybe some degradation? 😳

ugh anyways i love your work so much and ALSO you are absolutely gorgeous and i was gonna say that last night but got too nervous bahahaha ❤️

cw - choking, blowjob, degradation

a/n - awww don’t be shyy. and thank youu🥺 don’t ever be nervous to talk to me, i’ll be glad to listen (or you can be nervous i’m not trying to gaslight you or anything)

ryoumen wants to hear you whimper and whine. continuously mewling to him about how you’d be a good girl. it’s hard to think when insults are hitting you left and right.

“you slutty whore. you thought you’d get away with this?”. you look up at him through thick lashes, bobbing your head on his cock. he tangles his fingers in your hair, pulling your head off him.

another sad whimper tremors from your lips. “bad girls don’t get my cum”. tears swell in the inner corners of your orbs as he repositions himself to choke you. “and you’re not any bit close to getting it, either”

#sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader smut #ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryomen #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #tw: degradation #tw:choking

[saigoat]

The lights dancing...dancing behind his eyelids were mesmerizing, a hypnotizing jumble of bright colors. His breath had long ago bated, air refusing to fill his weak lungs. His Master bore down on him, his fingers lacing his nose and mouth closed tight. Ice pupils drinking in his suffering. At first he fought, clawing feebly at his Lord, begging with his eyes to be released from this painful grip. Whimpers and cries unanswered, Reek began drifting into the dark sea of unconsciousness.

Heat poured from his master's body, Ramsay was a beacon of sunshine in the depth of agony. Even while he struggled to breath, the awe reserved for the bastard of Bolton remained, his whole body doused in a weird version of love. A perverse feeling the boy pushed to the back of his strangled mind. Chest burning with a persistent fire, desperate for a speck of oxygen, every inhale was met with a rough press of hands as if it were defiant to suck in air. The fury embedded in those cold irises sent his heart aflutter, Reek was truly grateful for his master's attentions. Ramsay's thighs pressing down around his torso as he sat atop him, fewling his heart beat through the hard on pressing against his hips. Tension clouded the atmosphere, an unspoken rage unquelled by a simple whipping.

Finally, as the corners of his visons blackened and wavered, he grew moitionless. The scrambling faded to limpness. The dark called his name.

Reek.

When the stillness lasted longer than expected the solid touch came away. Softly caressing the side of the poor creatures skin. Growing cold. Colder.

#thramsay #ramsay bolton #reek #tw: violence #tw:choking #i hope this os a satisfactory dying one shot #i can scrath the itch if you want something more specific 😉 #fan fiction

[semisgroupie]

KUNIGAMI + MATING PRESS

kunigami rensuke x fem. reader

wc: 1.4k

warnings: jealous kunigami, possessive kunigami, rough sex, breeding, unprotected sex, creampie, biting, clothes ripping (he’s an impatient man, what can I say?), size kink (kinda), mating press, hints at babytrapping, light choking, hint at multiple rounds

synopsis: he just wants everyone to know you’re his

a/n: part of the bllk boys and their favorite position anthology (will make a masterlist soon)

Kunigami would never refer to himself as the jealous type. No, not jealous at all.

He just hates the way other people eye you whenever you two are out. He hates the way people want what’s his. It’s as if the necklace adorning your neck with his initials never really existed or if people couldn’t see how his arm was always around you. It’s not like he could always pull you in to have an intense makeout session (even though he had done it plenty of times). There was just something more that he needed to do, he needed the coup de grâce.

As he sat to really think it over, it finally struck him.

Breeding.

If he fucked you full of his cum and bred you then he wouldn’t have to worry about the lingering eyes, the stupid muttered comments, everything that pissed him off. But after some more thought he had to think of something more.

He had to think of the perfect position where he could breed you. Every time you two had sex, he would fill you with cum but it wasn’t enough. In every position he tried, his cum would just end up on the bed sheets as it leaked out. So he just had to find the perfect position. He looked through all the positions that could be good, missionary was perfect but you leaked out so much cum. Riding him was really good too but by the time you both woke up, there was a puddle of all the cum that ended up leaking out on the sheets. Doggy was one of his go-tos but it posed the same problems as all the other positions.

Then he stumbled upon a position that caught his eye. “Mating press?” He thought it was just a position popularized by all those hentai clips he caught Raichi watching when they used to live together. That would be a great position. He could keep you up and make sure all of his potent seed filled you up. Fuck, he could feel himself getting hard at the thought of it.

You two had just come back from a skillfully planned date night. He decided to wine and dine you and while you two were out he could feel the pit of his stomach churn whenever someone stared at you for too long. It just made him want to ravage you right then and there, make everyone watch as he fucked you full of cum and bred you like you deserved. But he had to wait, just wait until you were in the privacy of your bedroom.

Once you two were inside he pulled you into your shared bedroom and his hands were all over you, almost ripping off the dress you wore for date night. “Ren baby, the zipper is in the back. This is my favorite dress, you don’t want to ruin it do you?” You brought his hand to your back where the zipper was and he quickly brought it down so your dress could pool at your ankles.

He quickly took your bra off and pushed you onto the bed, “takin’ too long.” He mumbled as his hands went to undo his belt and he dropped his slacks so they looked at his ankles then turned his attention to you. He forced your legs open and his hands went straight to your panties, tearing the flimsy fabric in one swift movement. Just as you opened your mouth to protest the air was taken right out of your lungs.

He forced your knees to your chest and lined his cock with your entrance, he dropped his head and spit on it then pushed it inside you. “Fuck!” That was all that could leave you at the moment, not the complaint you quickly pushed to the darkest corners of your mind. He leaned down and kept a bruising grip on the backs of your knees as he bottomed out. “I don’t need you to say a fucking thing besides my name and how good you feel. I want my name to be imprinted in your brain, you don’t need to think of a single thing but that. Hell, I don’t even think you’ll be able to form a coherent thought by the time I’m done with you but you can try.”

He tightened his grip just a little more as he put more of his weight on you, then he started thrusting. His thrusts felt so heavy, his hips snapped into yours and you felt like you could feel the tip of his cock in your throat. You could barely gather your thoughts as he pounded you with animalistic thrusts. He dropped his head and his mouth explored your chest, licking, sucking and biting whatever piece of flesh he could get his mouth on.

The wet and loud smacks of his hips against yours filled your ears, practically animalistic growls and groans left your boyfriend’s mouth. “You’re all mine got that? I’m gonna breed you to prove it. You don’t even understand what builds in my chest whenever I see someone eyeing what’s mine. Once you’re round and full with my seed, no one will question if you’re mine, there will be no second doubts or second guesses. They’ll know I’m the one who fucked you full of cum and if it doesn’t work this time, then I’ll put you right into this position every single day and fuck you full of my cum over and over again. I won’t fucking stop until you’re all round and swollen with my child, whether you like it or not. Got that?”

He moved one hand from the back of your knee to grip your face and forced you to make eye contact with him when he didn’t get the response he wanted. “Answer me.” He snapped his hips into yours harder, the faint jingling of your anklet could be heard with the wet sounds of his cock filling your pussy. You tried to gather your thoughts, trying to understand what he wanted to hear from you so you just did what you thought would be the right thing and nodded. “Good girl.” He loosened his grip on your face and moved his hand down to rub your clit while he thrusted.

“I’ll make sure you’ll never forget who you belong to, you’ll never forget that you’re mine. You’re mine, all fucking mine.” He continued thrusting and soon he felt all the telltale signs that your orgasm was nearing, you gripped his cock in a vice grip and your legs twitched and trembled. “Cmon my love, tell me who you belong to and you can cum. You can make a mess all over my cock and I’ll breed this fertile cunt. Just say who you belong to.”

Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears as the coil in your stomach tightened and tightened, getting closer and closer to the point where it was going to snap. “I’m yours Rensuke! I’m all yours! Please breed me!” He rubbed your clit faster which finally let the coil snap inside your belly. You cried out his name and your hands flew to his shoulders, digging your nails into the flesh and leaving your mark on him. He thrusted a few more times but your words were just enough to send him over that blissful edge. He bit down on the plush flesh of your tit and his hot cum flooded your pussy.

He kept his hips pressed against yours as he kept pumping more and more cum into you. His hands moved to under your hips to hold them up as his cock stopped twitching. He slowly pulled out and was very satisfied with the sight in front of him. As his eyes moved to your pussy, he saw how most of his cum stayed inside you while your pussy clenched around nothing, like your body wanted this just as much as he did.

“Fuck baby, you look perfect like this. You’ll need to get used to staying in this position because this is the only way I’ll be fucking you from here on out but for now, catch your breath. I haven’t emptied my balls in you yet and I don’t plan on stopping until I’m 100% sure you’ll be bred.”

Kunigami just reassured himself that he wasn’t a possessive or jealous guy, he just needed to make sure that no one would eye what’s his.

taglist: @litepowee @satmitsuplanet @benkeibear

#blue lock smut #kunigami smut #kunigami rensuke smut #bllk smut #tw:unprotected sex #tw:creampie #tw:possessiveness #tw:jealousy #tw:choking #tw:breeding

[floweypacifistweed]

"Oh, how scary...I'm shaking." They rolled their eyes, crossing their arms. It was clear they were anything but scared. "How many times have you given the speech? Please. You're just like a ki--Plant. Just a plant who thinks h-it's something it's not." - From Chara

For the hot take of a moment, Flowey just stared at them in silence, not moving or saying anything and then something inside of him began to contract in hatred.

It took all but the blink of an eye to lash out with a knotted up thick vine that would yank tightly close around Chara’s throat and slap right over their mouth, shoving them against the next wall or tree, what difference did it really make anymore. And now he was the one watching them struggle for him, legs yanking beneath them to get out of his grip, nails digging into the plant material that held them pinned.

He didn’t even feel the pain.

“For once, Chara... I think you have said enough! Let me, your BEST FRIEND tell you one or two things this time.” Flowey felt the change in himself before it even showed on his face, eyes black and soulless, pulled widely into a demonic expression that almost looked able to suck up their soul with a mere thought.

“I’m so SICK and TIRED of your ridicule, the killing... do you even realize how very pathetic you have become?!” He didn’t care that their face slowly became red, he yanked ever tighter around their throat. “YOU. You who HATES humanity the most, have become JUST LIKE THEM! I was small, I knew NOTHING about the world and all you wanted them to do was fight me, fight me until I’d slaughter them, because you deemed yourself too fucking frail in your own body to do it! You went down this mountain to DIE. I went out there to give you the fucking last wish you LIED into my face to USE me for your own agenda!!” He let out a high pitched laughter, eyes just growing blacker and wider, absolutely enjoying the terror on their face.

“Now... that I haven’t been the perfect little tool you wanted, you hate me, hate me and killed me and killed me and hated me all this time...” He giggled in a deranged manner. “Is THIS what you wanted? I AM NOT A THING, I MAY NOT HAVE A SOUL ANYMORE, BUT YOU DON’T EITHER. In fact, I have more of your soul inside of me than even you do! DON’T YOU JUST FUCKING DESPISE ME FOR THAT??!” He finally threw them aside, letting go of them for now as their face had slowly turned violet with the strain to get in some breath.

“The most fucking hilarious thing about this is... that I still can’t kill you, however horrible you are to me. If anybody of us has become a soulless thing, it’s you... a soulless human stupid toy of their own making. You have nobody to blame BUT YOURSELF.”

#universalundernet #ask #ic #rp #tw:violence #tw:choking #it's my mood now

[voidselfshipp]

Golden Leaves

Ok to rb

Choking mention(in self defense)

--jer...jer wake up babe come on--hellboy says softly moving his girlfriend.

Jerico groans grabbing his hand--five more minutes...

He sits besides her leaving the breakfast besides him,red picks jerico up and presses her against his chest,kissing her neck.

--Fine fine fine! Ya me levanto! --(fine fine fine ill get up!) She said grabbing the cup of tea.

He chuckles kissing her cheek--they are going to send you to catch nuada the royal assness of the elf empire huh?

Jeri almost chokes on her drink--royal assness?

--Yeah hes an asshole--he said--but nothing my brave hot girlfriend cant take

She rolls her eyes and nuzzled his neck.

Oh how she wished shed could stay like this a bit longer.

She had to go eventually, its still dark outside,the stench of the sewers clung to her clothes --not even clorox Will take this horrid smell off of this...

Hearing faint talking and the noise of someone moving she hides, there he was Prince nuada training with his spear.

She gasps softly, he was quite handsome.

"Reds gonna kill me" she thinks as her eyes scan him, in case of any threats...of course...

However the elf seem to notice her somehow-- you can come out now..

Nothing.

He walks towards her looking behind the pipe she was hiding behind.

Nothing again?

--hey!,looking for me?!-- Jers clawy hands wrap around his neck--now heres whats going to happend asshole you come with me back to the B.P.R.D and nobody gets hurt

--Youre an excelent fighter-- he said dropping his weapon putting his hands up-- and very pretty

That did catch her off guard but she shakes her head--compliments wont save you Pal,think of something better

Nuada is about to say something when they hear people coming towards them.

--There they are! Catch them!

Jerico looks at the elf-- you know these guys?!

She lets him go and he picks up his weapon--they have been after me for months, id advice you to run--he grabbed her hand running with her--lets go!

They ran through the sewers to a final exit out of a manhole, quickly running through the busy streets as the sun appears on the Sky.

They seem to loose them as they take a breather on a alleyway.

--carefull!--nuada cages jerico hiding her behind his body, slightly hovering over her.

Their noses touch as their lips are ghosting over the others.

the hunters walk right past them.

He backs off and sheathes his spear-- lets call it a truce-- he looks away hiding the slight blush on his pale skin.

--Yeah...I think we should...--jer walks outside seeing the hotel around them-- the golden leaf hotel?

Nuada is behind her, his chest meeting her back.

--would be a good cover...

Jeri sighed--i know the owner of hotel chain, lets go

As they enter the reception a woman walks towards them

--sorry but we are all booked.

Jerico sighs showing the Mark on her clavicle, an a with horns-- scarlett red,a hellhound howls,but family remains the same...

The woman nodds--follow me..

As they walk nuada puts a hand on her shoulder--what does that mean?

She shakes her head--ill tell ya later...

Its the last room at the top floor,they enter and its huge.

She falls on the couch and the elf prince just stands there-- what are you doing?

--resting?

--resting?, you should be securing the place!

--okay you royal assness-- she said sitting up-- I know this place is secure

He crossed his arms walking away towards one of the rooms , waving her off.

--Jamils gonna kill me

She grabbed the phone on the small table dialing her sisters number.

Nuada can help but listen to her conversation.

--hey Jamil, yeah its me, no no,im okay, just on the job you know,I met a very cute elf Prince-- nuada smiles looking away with his arms crossed--no no, I dont think hes into me anyway..., hey could you bring Us some food up here?, the one mom always made whenever we have family dinner,yeah that one!, hey and jamil...I miss you so much, yeah...I love you too sis, okay...ill see you later,bye

She hangs up, the elf stands there looking at her-- who were you talking to?

Jer stands up walking towards the bathroom-- my sister, shes owns this whole hotel, I asked her for some food, why?

--its just...that I have a sister too--he said--you said you miss her?

-- yeah I do,since I left home ive havent been able to see them, but anyway were you listening?!

He shrugged and Walked away.

Through gritted teeth she said--Asshole...

After informing the B.R.P.D she was alright she took a hot shower and Ate.

However she picked up a Plate Serving some food for the Prince who had locked himself in one of the rooms

She put the Plate and a drink at the entrance of his bedroom and knocked the door.

Nobody answered.

The elf sat there in silence--hey uh nuada? Heres your food--he doesnt answer-- look we are in truce and I shouldnt push it, but you have to eat, tomorrow we'll leave to the B.R.P.D or fight eachother whatever you want, ill sleep by the couch though if you need anything

He heard her walk away.

And after eating he sat there, trying to figure out these feelings in his chest.

Why did he save her?

Why did he tell her about his sister?

Why did he even cared for her.

Maybe because of the truce, yeah thats It, mutual help and all of that.

Or was it?

He sat there on the bed deep in thought for a good hour.

He let out a soft "oh" as he realized.

He had Fallen for her...and hard in less than a day.

He opened the door of his room and Walked towards the couch.

He chuckled picking her up--lets get you somewhere comfortable...shall we?--as he Walked back to his room he looked at her, so peacefully asleep--after all,the future elven queen should be spoiled

He thanked god she was still asleep because hed never say those things aloud.

He left her on the bed laying with his back against hers.

Nuada sighed with a smile-- good night,my queen

#nuada tag pending #f/o fic #tw//choking #tw:choking

[thecursedson]

“I-... Dont hate me, which I know you already do... but I think Wil likes Harry... As more than a friend.”

p a n:

“……” He was quick to ball up his fist and the other would be quick to feel a tightness around his throat that nearly cut off his air. Peter didn’t even look at the Lost Boy as he stared ahead with a calm.. though all of the land around him seemed to shudder into silence.. as if preparing for a storm that would destroy the land.

“… What?” He asked, grip tightening. Wil didn’t… he couldn’t. Teeth bared finally, showing he was angry.. if that could even be the right word to use. “That disgusting pirate runt.. he dares to think.. to even imagine he could use Wil… my own son?” He let Baelfire go to at least make sure he didn’t suffocate. “If you’re lying, you will pay dearly.” His voice was calm… almost if not just like Kheelan’s had been before harming someone. “That damned vermin dares to use him.. he… he can’t! He can’t!” Peter yelled. “I’m going to kill that lowly pirate!” And he was off, full of only ideas of how Harry was pretending to return feelings to Wil, to use his son.. to use and destroy his heart when he was done… a broken heart.. Peter was gone and on a hunt for the Hook boy.

If this was what Bae intended would happen, he just got his wish… Peter was going to shred the boy into such small pieces that not even insects could get the pieces!

     The stunned silence that followed the words that had slipped from Baelfire’s mouth was scary enough. The next singular syllable word paired with a sudden tight grip around his neck added another layer to that fear. Gasping for dear life as the hand around his neck began to imprint a bruise with every passing, Baelfire’s small hands wrapped around Pan’s wrist in a hopes to pull himself free. “I-I. . . P-P-pa~!” His eyes squeezed shut as he prayed that it would all be over soon. 

     His wish was granted, but only slightly. Air flooded Baelfire’s lungs with the sudden release of his throat forcing him to sharply swallow oxygen like a fish. He collapsed to his knees coughing upon being freed. One hand gripped at the soil below as the other rubbed his newly marked neck. “I-I wouldn’t l-lie about feelings. . . B-But I accept my fate. . .” If he were to die for speaking the truth that Wil had told him then so be it. He hadn’t lied. He rarely lied. He wasn’t scared of Pan’s wrath. He lived through it once, he could do it again. What truly terrified the chipped teacup of a boy was. . . 

     “W-Wil!” Without a second to lose, Baelfire scrambled to his feet before darting off through the dense Neverland forest. He had to find Wil before Pan got to Harry or it could be too late for his brother and his ex-boyf-person.  As he ran, he knew what trouble he was running into. He was running toward Wil who would more than likely hate him for going to Pan to confess something that he had intended to get advice about.  In reality, he had no choice. He couldn’t go to Wil’s birth father because his knowing things seemed to make Wil even angrier. He just kept messing up and causing things to happen without meaning for them too.  He had to prepare for Wil to yell at him. Call him a traitor, a jerk, and any other mean thing he could think of. . .  He was ready for the consequences of his actions, even if they would tear him to pieces.

     Nearly completely out of breath, Baelfire ran through camp to find Wil. Panic was in his eyes as he rounded a tree and crashed into the Prince of Neverland. “W-Wil! Thank goodness! It’s Harry, h-he’s in danger! I-It’s -- It’s your dad! He’s going to kill him!” 

/ / @tinypaintedthings​

#pueraeternuspan #tinypaintedthings #tw:choking #c:wil #c:peter2 #{para} #v:a different kind of danger #{ask continuation}

[ask-the-jester-buds]

you don't really sound that in love to me. i say kill him tbh

HOW DARE YOU!!!!!???? I LOVE HIM WITH ALL MY HEART!!! 

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I FORGIVE HIS FUCKING INFIDELITIES, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I LEFT MY LUXURIOUS LIFE AS A STUPID PURPLE TO LIVE ON HIS SMALL HIVE!!! I QUIT USING MAKEUP FOR HIM!!! I HID MY BLOOD FOR HIM!!

I ENDURE IT WHEN HE CHOKE ME UNTIL I LOSE CONSCIOUSNESS WHEN WE PAIL!! I DO EVERYTHING FOR HIM BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT TRUE LOVE IS ABOUT!!AND YOU PIECE OF SHIT COME HERE TELLING ME I DON’T LOVE HIM!?!!!??

I SHOULD KILL YOU INSTEAD!!

#2 sweeps event #koresh #tw:abuse #tw:choking #tw:violence #tw:toxcitiy #Anonymous

[fangirl-lilith]

Since tumblr decided to delete my previous attempt at this I’m trying again \( ;w;)/

So here are my precious boys, cropped this time :c

(Link to the full piece in the comments ;))

#hiiragi kureto #ichinose guren #kureto hiiragi #guren ichinose #my art #owari no seraph #seraph of the end #ons #sote #kureto hiragi #tw:choking #tw: choking #kuregure #kureto/guren #krgr

[carlatsukinamistolemyhamsandwich]

Amaryllis - Chapter 1

Summary: Set in an AU created by @dixbolik-lovers, in which the boys are ordinary humans sent to live with the sadistic daughter of the vampire king.

 Extract: “And finally, perhaps the most damning of all,” she said casually, as though she hadn’t been choking the life out of him only moments before. “I have very very sharp fangs,” a grin revealed her teeth and even through his swimming vision, Shin could see that they looked deadly. “And now, Tsukinami Shin, you’re about to find out what I use them for.”

A/N: As mentioned in the summary, this AU belongs to @dixbolik-lovers. Please check out their blog, their writing is simply amazing. I cannot thank them enough for letting me post this and giving me the inspiration to write it in the first place. Expect the boys to be a little softer than their canon selves as they’re no longer the ones with the power. Also, warning: this story is going to contain dark themes, depictions of violence and a lot of other things associated with the darker side of DL.

Chapter 1: Blood and Peaches

“Is this really the right place?” Shin asked, eyeing up the imposing mansion that stood before him and his brother. There was nothing wrong with the building per say, aside perhaps from a large and vaguely unkempt wisteria plant curling up one side of it. The odd thing, however, was that not a single light was visible from the outside, even though the sky had long since turned dark.

“It should be,” Carla muttered, his own suspicion at the place clear.

It seemed surreal, only two days earlier they’d been seated around their small dining room table, when a knock at the door revealed a man  Carla could vaguely remember from a couple of family and business gatherings in the distant past. He’d introduced himself as Karlheinz, a prominent businessman and the husband of their late cousin, before making them an offer they could ill afford to refuse. And now, Carla was beginning to feel the weight of that decision.

 “Damn, there’s not even any signal here.” Shin shoved his phone back into his pocket, attempting to balance their luggage using his other arm as he did so.

Carla glanced back down the gravel path, looking for the sleek black car that had transported them here but the only thing visible in the distance was an empty road. All they were left with was the entrance to the place that was supposed to be their new home.

There was no knocker on the dark wooden door and so Carla settled for rapping his knuckles against it. The sound was loud and clear but it seemed to draw no response. He knocked again, flickering through their options should no one answer. Unfortunately they were severely limited. For a moment nothing happened and Carla began to contemplate the very real possibility that they would have to walk along the side of the road until they could find the closest town.

Suddenly, the door to the mansion swung open and Carla peered at it for a minute, waiting for someone to step forward and usher them into building but no one appeared. Stepping inside, he searched for any signs of life and found none. While the entrance hall was decorated in a grand fashion, not too dissimilar to the one from their old home, there was no one in sight.

Shin came after him, dumping their luggage on the ground as soon as he was over the threshold.

“Oi, is anyone there?” He called before muttering, “don’t tell me the door just opened on its own.”

“Hmm…” The lack of a reception was rude but the vibe surrounding the mansion made the situation downright unsettling. It felt too much like a set up. Were he still a wealthy heir, Carla might have had cause for concern, but as matters stood, there was little anyone could gain from him. “We should see if -“ Carla broke off abruptly, hunching over as coughs racked his body.

“Shit!” Shin was at his side in an instant, guiding him to one of the plush seats by the wall. “Where’s your medication?” He said, his tone alarmed, but Carla only shook his head in response. He’d already taken enough medication for today, far more than he was supposed to and it was ultimately of little use. For all the pills they could prescribe him, no doctor, in the two years since the symptoms had first appeared, had actually been able give him a proper diagnosis.

Shin was just as much at his wits’ end as Carla himself, perhaps more so given that he was the only one left to take care of him when the flare-ups were at their worst.

They sat there for a few moments, Carla’s coughs the only sound audible in the large empty mansion. Shin curled his fists in frustration, he couldn’t take just sitting there, being unable to do anything. As soon as the fit had seemed to reach something of an end, he shot to his feet.

“The hell with this, I’m going to go and find someone.”

Carla thought for moment, before nodding. They would get nowhere if they stayed in the entrance hall all night, and as much as he knew it would be faster for them to split up and search for the house’s occupant separately, a tremble lurked in his limbs and he hated his younger brother seeing him so unsteady on his feet.

Just as Shin started to walk further into the house, Carla called out to him.

“Shin, don’t cause any unnecessary trouble.”

“Fine, I’ll be quick.” And with that he disappeared into the mansion’s dark halls.

***

Growing increasingly frustrated, Shin scowled as he came upon another dead end. Not only did this place seem to be devoid of any sort of inhabitants, but its corridors formed some twisted sort of maze as well. Turning back the way he came, the male shivered slightly as he walked through the unfamiliar halls, his light summer clothes doing nothing against the chill that hung in the air of the mansion.

This was beyond weird. He and Carla had agreed that Karl’s offer seemed suspicious but they were behind on rent for their cramped city apartment and it seemed that they had little left to lose. It’d been well over a year since they’d fallen into ruin, their father vanishing with what small amount of wealth remained and their mother passing soon after. With Carla’s illness, it hadn’t seemed their luck could get much worse, however now, in a strange mansion full of mostly poorly lit hallways, the crumby apartment didn’t seem so bad.

Something cold brushed against his hand and Shin flinched away from it, turning to find the perpetrator. All that greeted him was an empty corridor. A shiver ran down his spine. Shin was not easily scared, but there was something deeply wrong here. He should have spat in Karl’s face the moment he’d turned up on their doorstep. That man was a snake, he should have known that nothing good could come out of he and his brother involving themselves with him.

Just as he’d convinced himself to return to the entrance hall and get himself and his brother out of the creepy old mansion, a cold breath fanned over his ear and Shin felt his heart stop dead. Daring to look out of the corner of his eye, he couldn’t decide whether he was relieved or horrified that he couldn’t see anyone there. A dark chuckle echoed from his other side and Shin felt his nerves fraying. He needed to get out of this creepy as hell corridor. Now.

A door slammed shut at the end of the hall, the sound making him jump. Shin turned to go back the way he’d come and halted in his tracks. The hallway leading back to the entrance hall was cloaked in darkness. While the lighting in this place had thus far been dim at best, he didn’t remember having to walk through a pitch black corridor to reach this part of the house. His heart hammered like a drum inside his chest, this was like something out of an overly clichéd horror film.

Another bang sounded from the other end of the corridor and Shin whipped his head around to find yet more empty space. Someone was fucking with him, but even as he told himself that, it didn’t stop the tremor from entering his legs.

Just when he decided to venture through the darkness back to his brother, the lights in the corridor went out, plunging him into blackness.

He yelped in surprise and blindly grabbed the handle of the nearest door. Shin swung it open in a panic, barrelling into the room and slamming the door shut behind him. He even turned the lock for good measure. It was pathetic to be jumping at shadows but he couldn’t shake the hideous feeling curling in his gut.

As his heartbeat slowed, Shin examined the contents of the room, he’d entered. It was well lit compared to the dim corridors and a fire roared in the hearth, keeping the chill that seemed to permeate the rest of the mansion at bay. The bed was quite possible the grandest he’d ever seen, including from the time before his family had lost their fortune. Fine quality, dusty pink sheets patterned with black roses were draped over the king-sized mattress, a matching canopy hanging over it.  A plate of freshly sliced white peaches lay on a bedside table, along with a steaming cup of tea and a half read book that been casually left open to the side. This room was lived in, he realised, the question was, where was its occupant?

“Do you make a habit of entering young women’s bedrooms while they’re in the middle of bathing?” A feminine voice tinged with amusement spoke from the other side of the room.

Shin looked towards the source and found a woman standing in the doorway of what must have been an adjoining bathroom. She was tall and slender, the white fluffy robe she wore reaching just above the knee. Wisps of dark brown hair framed a pale face, with the rest being pinned up in a messy bun. Stunning, he thought absently, she was utterly stunning. And then he remembered who and where he was and shut off that particular train of thought immediately.

“Who are you?” He demanded, slightly furious that he and his brother had been left to linger in the entrance hall, while the mansion’s inhabitant had apparently been lounging in her bedroom eating peaches.

The female blinked at him. “Given that you appear to have locked yourself in my bedroom, I’d think it more fitting that you introduce yourself first.”

He didn’t want to admit that she had a point but he was all too aware of the bathrobe slowly slipping down her shoulder, revealing some of her chest. It was an effort not to stare and so he focused on his anger instead.

“I’m Tsukinami Shin. My brother and I were sent here by a man named Karlheinz,” he practically spat the name out. “Now who the hell are you?”

“Kuronagi Seiren,” the girl replied, slowly walking towards him. Something about the way she moved set his nerves on edge. It reminded him of the way a predator would stalk towards its prey. “Tsukinami, huh? Ah, my father did mention that some boys were coming to live here but he failed to inform me that you would be arriving today. My apologies, I’ll have someone get the rooms ready.” She extended a hand. “If you’re going to live here then I suppose we’d best get acquainted, unusual introduction aside.” A smile flashed across her face and for a moment Shin could have sworn he got a glance of too sharp teeth. He took her hand and nearly flinched the moment he touched her skin. It was ice cold in spite of the warmth of the bedroom. That awful feeling he’d had in the corridor came back full force and he felt the sudden urge to rush out the room, in spite of the questions he still wanted answered.

Slender fingers gripped his hand with a surprising strength and pulled him so that he was standing right in front of her. She was only an inch or so shorter than him and it meant her lips were in distractingly close proximity to his.

“Is something wrong, Tsukinami Shin? You look a little troubled,” she asked in a low voice, cold breath fanning over him.

“It’s nothing,” he replied hastily, trying to step away. Pretty as she may be, he didn’t want to touch her. Some gut instinct screamed at him that there was something horribly wrong with the beautiful girl who had freezing cold skin and too bright grey eyes.

Her grip on his arm remained strong however, and no matter how hard he pulled, she didn’t let go.

“Interesting,” she muttered, expression changing from one of false concern to curiosity. “Most humans aren’t quite this aware but you’re in a real hurry to get away from me, aren’t you? A lot of men would be falling over themselves to be in your position right now.”

Shin didn’t want to diagnose everything that was wrong with that statement.

“Let go,” he barked, curling his other hand into a fist. He was not above hitting a woman if he needed to, even though it was already a dent to his pride that he couldn’t simply wrench himself free.

She ignored his remark completely and continued to examine him with those big grey eyes. “I don’t think it’s because you’re prudish, not with the way your eyes keep glancing towards my chest. No, you can sense something, can’t you? Interesting, very interesting.”

“I told you to let go!” He swung his fist towards her gut and, at the same time, yanked his arm back with as much strength as he could muster. Before Shin could process what had happened, he was on the floor, his arm being wrenched behind his back.

“My, my, how feisty,” she breathed into his ear, her weight pressing down on him. “Don’t you know it’s generally frowned upon to hit a poor, defenceless woman.” Her voice dragged on the last few words.

“Get off of me!” Shin twisted fiercely underneath her, panic truly starting to set in. Every part of him was screaming that he needed to get away. Now, now, now.

“Oh no, let’s not have any of that,” Seiren said as though scolding a small child. She twisted his arm until he cried out from the pain. How could she be so strong?

“You!” He spat, only stilling to spare any further agony from lancing through his shoulder. “Just what the hell are you?”

“Do you feel like having a guess? Perhaps I’ll let you go if you get it right.” Frigid fingers trailed over the back of his neck, sending a shudder down his spine.

“Quit trying to play games with me! Just let go of me already, you damn bitch!” But the angry words were just to cover up his fear. This had to be a dream. There was no way he was being pinned to the ground by a slight woman who was so cold she might as well be dead.

“Now that,” Seiren twisted his arm further and a sickening pop rang out as she did. Shin howled in response to the pain. “Just won’t do. I won’t tolerate that sort of language towards me.” Her voice had changed from being full of amusement to something cold and hard. “Remember this pain, the next time you think it’s a good idea to address me in such a way. Now as for what I am…”

Her weight vanished from him for a moment before Shin was lifted from the floor and tossed onto the bed as though he weighed barely anything at all. Pained lanced through his shoulder at the impact and he hissed out a curse through his teeth.

“Really it shouldn’t be that hard to work out, so let’s sort through the clues, shall we? Firstly, I live in a big, dark mansion and I’m awake even though it’s the dead of night. Secondly-” she wrapped her hand lightly around his throat “-my skin is as cold as death itself. And then, there’s my physical strength, which is far far greater than yours.” Her hand tightened around his throat and Shin immediately began scrabbling at her hands. He couldn’t breathe. Although his fingernails scrapped against her skin, she didn’t let go and if anything she only squeezed harder. Just when he thought he might pass out, she released him and he took deep gasping breaths.

“And finally, perhaps the most damning of all,” she said casually, as though she hadn’t been choking the life out of him only moments before. “I have very very sharp fangs,” a grin revealed her teeth and even through his swimming vision, Shin could see that they looked deadly. “And now, Tsukinami Shin, you’re about to find out what I use them for.” Seiren leaned down over him he felt her mouth against his neck. Too weak from oxygen deprivation to try to struggle, Shin could only lie there as she slid her fangs into his skin. Pain sliced through his neck, hot and heavy. And then she was sucking on the wound, eagerly lapping up the blood that welled up from his flesh.

Seiren pulled her fangs from him, running her tongue, warmed by his blood, over the puncture wounds she’d left behind.

“Not bad, not bad at all.” He desperately tried to push her off with his good arm as she leaned in for another bite but he might as well have been pushing against a brick wall. He couldn’t decide whether he wanted to cry out in pain or frustration at being so utterly helpless. And then her fangs were piercing him once again and he couldn’t think of anything at all. Shin wasn’t sure how long he lay there for, being fed from by some ungodly monster dressed in the skin of a pretty girl. Long enough that his vision began to swim and a soft ringing could be heard in his ears.

Panic surged at the thought that she might have robbed him of enough blood to kill him. But it remained trapped inside his chest as his limbs lay motionless at his sides. They felt so unbearably heavy, more like they were made of stone than flesh. When he was almost sure she’d gorged herself so much that there couldn’t be any more blood left in his veins, Seiren finally moved away from his neck.

“Well,” she whispered conspiratorially into his ear, “have you worked out what I am yet, human?”

“Vampire…” He wheezed as darkness claimed his vision. The last thing he saw was Seiren’s answering smile, revealing fangs still red from his blood. And then there was nothing at all.

***

Seiren rose from her bed and walked over to her bedside table. It was unlike her father to fail to give her exact dates, and she’d been rather caught off guard to find a rogue human wandering the halls. Still, she’d certainly been able to have some fun with him. Unfortunately however, she thought as she glanced at the still full teacup, it meant her tea had gone cold. Glancing back to her bed, a smirk formed on her lips. As lovely as it was to start the day with tea, it was far nicer to start it with blood. It’d been a while since she’d fed too, and the remaining blood on her lips tasted all the sweeter for it.

Reaching for a slice of peach, she mused over what to do with her new guest. He’d mentioned a single brother, which meant there must be one more human lurking in some other part of the house. If she remembered correctly, the letter from her father had mentioned thirteen boys, so it appeared they would be arriving separately.

However, Seiren was in a good mood and dealing with that could wait.

“Ah, is there anything better than starting the day with blood and peaches?” She asked, popping the sliver of fruit into her mouth.

A cold gaze swept over the unconscious boy on her bed. “You know, I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together, Shin.”

***

Chapter 2

#my writing #Amaryllis #AU #tw:choking #my OC #if anyone needs me to add any other trigger warnings you'll have to let me know #I edited this at almost 2am while running on 5 hours of sleep which was a really questionable decision