#mmmmmm this man smells good and you know it!!!!!

[nomaru666]

Hahahah I would do this

#def too much unless you're planning to you know kill a man dressed in a bat costume #here's some life advice of what to do when someone asks. is this too much makeup? be real with them #I mean I will never actually take my own advice on this #but here's something #funny you can say #the tags keep doing a dumb thing #mmmmmm im cooking brots it smells good im hngry #hungy* #spelling me bad at #funny memes #meme #best memes

[sensivs]

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : ryomen sukuna x m! reader x mahoraga

꒰ঌ ໒꒱ : mmmmmm yummy yummy mahoraga cock yummy in my tummy

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ - dead dove do not eat: dub - con , mahoragas big juicy meaty cock , megkuna testing out divine general smth smth mahoraga before his and gojos fight , mentions of the reader being similar to sukuna (not being able to die unless his vessel dies) , MAJOR BELLY DISTORTION , mentions of blood and guts , gore basically but in written form , pushy sukuna , sukuna ‘s a cuck lmao , mindbreak

— this fic is mainly for my male audience, but fem readers r free to read as well <3

“yuck , your new host makes you look emo” y/n spat out, cocking his hip to the side with his arms crossed along his chest. Such a comment made sukuna stop mid bite on his food, his eyes carefully scanned y/n’s body up and down, “and who might you be?”.

“quit the act sukuna you know it’s me” once again, sukuna eyed the man closely, trying to see any familiar features, but nothing clicked in his head. “I don’t know you, now run along brat I’ve got important business to take care of” sukuna scowled, he turned his attention back to his final finger, consuming it in one bite.

y/n gritted his teeth, “quit acting like you’re so high and mighty! you do remember me! so stop acting like you don’t!” Sukuna began to grow pissed, the whining coming from the mouth of this random started to press on all of sukuna’s buttons.

“look here brat, if another word comes out of your mouth im going to fucking—” the imaginary dots inside sukuna’s head slowly began to connect to one another, whiny.. rude.. insufferable.. could this possibly be..? “y/n?”

y/n smirked, “finally! some of your fried brain cells seem to be working” sukuna let out a chuckle, “oh my god, it’s been so long!” sukuna stood up from where he was previously sitting.

sukuna made his way towards y/n, his eyes solely focused upon his face. “my goodness, look at your glow up!” ryomen exclaimed “happily”, y/n’s eye twitched, “woww thanks a lot sukuna”. Ryomen saw how much his comment irked the man, which made the cocky smirk on his lips grow even larger.

“what’s new hm? i saw your wife cooking for you in the kitchen, her cooking smells really good” ryomen perked up, “wife? I don’t have a wife?” y/n giggled, “that’s what I thought! you’re not husband material at all, so how’d you get her hm?” sukuna grumbled, “well, she’s not my wife, she’s my chef.. or servant.. whatever she wants to call herself”

“ohh? the great sukuna letting a mere human choose what they are? the times are really changing aren’t they?” with that, y/n snickered at his own words. “not funny” sukuna said as he crossed his arms across his chest.

“so, you got any new.. hm.. techniques with this new body of yours?” Y/n ran his finger through the middle crevice of sukuna’s pecs while resting his other hand on sukuna’s shoulder. “matter of a fact, I did. ever since I took over megumi’s body, i’ve been able to gain the ten shadows technique”

sukuna gloated on the fact that he was smart enough to obtain such a cursed technique, “sounds fun, want to tell me what the ten shadows have to offer?” y/n traced over ryomen’s tattoos, taking in how soft they felt against such youthful skin.

sukuna hesitated, not because he didn’t wanted to talk about the ten shadows technique, but more because he thought he would look like a dork by talking about it. “Well.. there’s nue..”

y/n hummed as he listened to sukuna’s rambles, who knew such a malevolent and violent being such as ryomen sukuna would be such a nerd about a random cursed technique?

sukuna ended his ramble with mahoraga’s abilities, telling y/n about how mahoraga could adapt to 9 different attacks. but the man didn’t care, his focus was only on sukuna’s supple skin and how defined his body had become the last time he saw him.

“i’ve only really seen mahoraga’s abilities once, during shibuya, he surely was.. something” once sukuna had laid eyes on the divine general, he knew he had to have him. And gaining the power of mahoraga became his first mission.

“now that i have him, and since you’re here, i want to show him off to you” y/n gasped dramatically, “oh my! my dearest sukuna is showing off his precious mahoraga to me? what an honor!”

instead of being pissy at y/n’s sarcasm, sukuna just rolled his eyes and chuckled. ryomen ordered y/n to stand back a bit and to “feast his eyes on a once in a lifetime chance to see such a creature”.

“with this treasure i summon..” and just like that, a massive hand reached out from the hole summoned from the ground, then its ring appeared, along with its head and the rest of its torso. After his torso reveal, was its bottom half, two big pair of muscular legs made their way out of the large, dark ditch.

“holy shit.. he’s huge” y/n gawked at the size of mahoraga, he topped over him over a dozen times! “i know right? an absolute unit” sukuna walked over beside y/n, admiring such a sight, “you don’t say..”.

“do you really want to see how much of a unit he is?” sukuna’s lips curled up into a sinister grin, “how?! i can already tell how much of a tank this guy is!” y/n expressed great shock towards mahoraga, pointing out how muscular the being was.

“well, you haven’t seen all of him, yknow?” sukuna snaked his arms across y/n’s shoulders, bringing him closer, y/n turned his gaze to ryomen, “I don’t get what you’re hinting..” sukuna cocked a brow, “you suree?”

y/n shrugged his shoulders with a confused expression on his face, sukuna chuckled as he retrieved his arm back and began to walk towards mahoraga. sukuna pulled mahoraga’s cloth away from his crotch, revealing an inhumanly large cock, it was white down to the base but the tip was colored a pretty pink color.

y/n jumped, a pink flush covering his cheeks, “sukuna! how.. how big exactly is that thing?!” ryomen shrugged, “about a couple inches” y/n was at a lost for words, as the sheer size of the cock in front of him was astronomical. Sukuna pulled on y/n’s arm, dragging him close enough to where he was standing right in front of mahoraga’s cock.

“go on, touch it” sukuna purred into y/n’s ear, “what?! I-I—!” sukuna placed a finger on the man’s lips, “go ahead, I know you want to do it”. ryomen got y/n there, but it wasn’t his fault! with a cock that big, how could you not try to aspect it more precisely?

y/n gulped down his fear and reached out towards the shaft in front of him, the tips of his fingers graced along the base of mahoraga’s cock. It was surprisingly soft, a couple ridges caused by its pulsing veins littered here and there. “move down more would you?”

y/n followed sukuna’s command, almost as if he was under a spell, his fingers dragged along down towards the pretty pink tip mahoraga had. even with such a small touch, mahoraga’s cock twitched ever so slightly.

y/n caressed the tip, taking in how heavy it felt in his hand. If it was possible, the blush on y/n’s deepened, making his face a deeper shade of red. mahoraga’s tip leaked pre-cum, pearls of it dripped from its slit down to the ground.

“he seems to be getting excited, how about you help him with that?” sukuna’s steamy voice slithered into y/n’s ear canal, plaguing his thoughts. ryomen placed both of his hands on either side of y/n’s forearms, guiding him to put both of his hands on the base of mahoraga’s cock.

slowly, y/n jerked off the shaft in front of him with the help of sukuna. “good, you’re doing so well y/n” y/n shivered, ryomen’s praise always got him hot and bothered. “i’ll leave you to it, alright?” y/n let out a shakey and small hum as he felt the warmth of sukuna’s hands leave his forearms.

but, y/n still did what he was asked of, and that was to keep stroking mahoraga, who was now letting out animalistic breathes. As y/n continued to stroke mahoraga, he realized how big he had already gotten. The size of its cock was now way bigger than it was before and was glistening with smeared pre-cum.

“how about you take a taste as well?” sukuna laid his head on the shoulder of y/n, taking in the sweet musk that vaguely stuck onto his neck and collarbone. ryomen placed his hands over y/n’s, guiding them to cup the bottom of mahoraga’s tip and to lift it up enough to where the slit aligned perfectly with his mouth.

y/n hesitated, looking at the tip in front of him and then at sukuna’s shit-eating grin. “I don’t—” “think it’ll fit? don’t worry, you don’t have to take all of it inside” ryomen provided false hope to y/n, knowing he’d always take his word.

ryomen grew impatient with seconds passing by, “just take it in already” y/n whimpered, “but it’s gonna hur—!” sukuna scoffed, “since when has that ever mattered? I know hundreds of curses you’ve taken in, but it seems their size doesn’t matter now?”

y/n pouted, “but this is different!! this thing isn’t a curse! it’s a shikgami!! and there’s no way in taking him inside me in any way!” the man then tried to take a step back, but was stopped when he realized sukuna was not budging. “sukuna.. there’s no way im willingly going to take him inside me…”

ryomen’s frown deepened, “whatever” he took a step back from y/n. giving him enough space to not be uncomfortably pressed against mahoraga’s cock, “since your not willingly going to take him in, i guess im going to have to make you do it the hard way.”

as y/n’s mind was processing sukuna’s words, ryomen had already gave mahoraga the ‘go ahead’ to pick y/n up from where he stood. He squirmed and struggled against the shikgami’s large hands but it seemed nothing fazed it. “sukuna! tell your shikgami to let go of me!!”

puffy tears threatened to spill from y/n’s bottom eyelids as he watched for any possible expression other than smugness on sukuna’s face, but there was nothing. the tears began to flow as y/n realized what was next to come, and with a snap of a finger. y/n felt as if he was being split into two.

mahoraga’s tip probed at the entrance y/n’s puckered hole, “his tip seems a bit cold don’t you think? why don’t you let him inside so that he can warm up, hm?” sukuna snickered, finding himself humorous. “t-this isn’t funny ryomen!! please! tell him to—!” a sudden moan shoved its way out of y/n’s throat and into the air.

such a tip could easily rip a normal human into two, but y/n wasn’t no human, he had “borrowed” his vessel from a random high-school. his vessel was just some plain boy that was stupid enough to release y/n from the binding he had been cursed to.

y/n felt mahoraga’s tip force it’s way into his tight walls, begs and pleads of being released poured out of y/n’s mouth like a waterfall. but it seemed that sukuna was purposely ignoring his pleads just to get a rise out out of him.

y/n’s begs were then plagued by both loud and strained moans, drowning out the pleads that had no effect whatsoever. he wanted to hate how easily mahoraga’s tip touched his prostate, but he couldn’t bring himself to, as the feeling of pleasure was too overwhelming.

mahoraga continued to force himself inside, but y/n’s gummy walls were clamped shut around his tip. making mahoraga resort into one trick up his sleeve.

he pulled out the entirety of his tip from y/n’s hole, making him let out a submissive whimper. y/n thought that this was the end of his punishment, but he was far from right.. as mahoraga shoved his way back inside.

y/n felt both his stomach and liver touch each other, as if to give one another a kiss. his head flew back as he let out a gut wrenching scream, he sobbed out for sukuna, who was now rubbing himself to such a sight in front of him.

“p-pull out! nghh— pull out you monster!!” y/n screamed at the top of his lungs, trying to get the shikgami to react in any way, but there was nothing. none of y/n’s attempts had worked, could this possibly be the rest of his life?

y/n sobbed at the thought of being skewered on mahorgaga’s cock for the rest of his life like a shish kebab, “p-please.. let me go.. i can’t.. take—“ and once again, y/n was interrupted mid-sentence.

mahoraga had no time for y/n’s pleads, he was summoned only to breed and fuck and there was no way he would pass up such an opportunity for another hundred years of inactivity. his thrusts were harsh and brutal, mahoraga’s thighs slapped against the supple skin of y/n, there was no doubt that y/n would wake up the next day with bruises on his arms and thighs.

y/n felt as mahoraga’s cock painfully slid in and out of his hole, against his own thoughts, y/n looked down to see how much damage was being inflicted to his once untouched and youthful skin.

his eye twitched as he watched the outline of the massive cock thrust in and out of him, and for some reason, he found it extremely hot. what was happening to him? these weren’t his thoughts! this isn’t something he’d say in a million years!

could it be? that his mind was finally turning into nothing mush? could this be the punishment he deserved for being a slut? no, he didn’t want to become dependent on some shikgami’s cock just for pleasure!!

y/n felt as his brain melted into the walls of his skull, infusing with the hard bone that protected his once intelligent mind. “i-i.. I can’t.. no.. I don’t wanna.. I don’t wanna stay on this cock for any longer!”

it felt as if he was on a carousel that wouldn’t stop even if he begged the conductor to stop, his eyesight began to fuzz and he began to become dizzy. but through all of this, all his mind could think about was the cock thrusting inside him, and the fact that sukuna was watching him become a cock-sleeve to his shikgami.

y/n was then ripped out of his daze as he heard the disgusting sound of two wet items rubbing against one another, and then his torso became cold and numb. he looked down once again to see his insides outside of his body.

he let out a bloodcurdling scream as he watched his stomach smushed up against his liver, “oh, whoopsies! guess he went a little bit too hard, huh?” even though his friend’s intestines were out in the open, sukuna couldn’t help but chuckle.

“sukuna! i-it hurts! tell your shikgami to stop! please!” even though y/n knew his plead would be ignored once again, it wouldn’t hurt but try to get sukuna to help, right? “you’re doing fine! you’re still talking to me right? you can survive a couple more hours”.

y/n was about to yell at sukuna again, but he felt mahoraga begin to move again, mixing up his organs and misplacing them. his larger intestine was wrapped around mahoraga’s cock like a scarf and his smaller one was uncomfortably smushed against his stomach.

y/n hated the sight, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of mahoraga’s cock, who was still plowing through his insides even through the blood and pre-cum. he tried hanging onto consciousness for as long as he could, but he began to slip, and soon everything went black.

#𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 — *+:｡.｡ #male reader #jjk x male reader #bottom male reader #daddy sukuna #i need him #i need his cock #male reader smut #sukuna x reader #sukuna x male reader #sukuna ryomen smut #jjk x reader

[joenotexotic99]

Cooking for easy company pt 2

Masterlist

Joe toye

-Joe would let you take the lead when it comes to the cooking part. However with the taste testing... that man is taste testing everything you make. I feel like once or twice he would make a dramatic 'mmmmmm' to make you smile. He might even grab some ingredients that he thinks would make it better. He called it 'the toye touch'

"Doll this is one step away from heaven you know that?"

"Shut up toye"

"No seriously you are an amazing cook"

Lewis nixon

- You could make the most awful meal and this man will gulf it down. You could make cereal for dinner every day and he would not complain. He. Eats. Everything. You would just make a healthy serving of whatever you like and he would be along for the ride. Appreciating whatever food was served.

"this is delicious sweetheart thank you"

"Lew, this is microwave spaghetti"

Carwood lipton

-He trusts you fully. He would let you take the lead in the kitchen while he takes a step back. He might read his book or talk with you as you do your thing. With Lipton I feel like he's kinda like nixon. Will eat whenever served. But in this case it's just how he was raised.

"You like it right?"

"Anything you make is delicious don't worry"

Eugene roe

-I feel like Eugene has a sweet tooth. And his favorite dessert is the different cookies you make. Always wondering what sweet treat you might make next. He loves seeing the proud smile on your face when you finish doing some complicated design with frosting.

"What smells so good in here?"

"white chocolate chip cookies"

Bill Guarnere

- I so see you guys pulling an all nighter. You would make snacks and meals that satisfy any craving you two might have. You would run to the kitchen to make something. You would be whipping something up as you yelled at Bill to grab whatever you needed. I would say that it would be done surgical style.

"Whipped cream Stat"

"On it boss"

#band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers headcanon #joe toye #joe toye x reader #lewis nixon #lewis nixon x reader #carwood lipton #carwood lipton x reader #eugene roe #Eugene roe x reader #bill guarnere #bill Guarnere x reader

[ceilingfan5]

'BEEF BUTTON' AND 'THE FEAR' PLEASE (I'm yelling because I'm excited) with Taakitz.

Thank you so much (both for the list and all the fabulous writing you give us to devour!)

Kravitz can do this. He can. It’s easy, probably. Normal people would find it easy, and he’s normal enough, ergo, fucking, do it, coward. He squeezes the pinback button a little too tight in his hands and inhales when the stupid thing pokes him, because it’s sharp, because it’s a button. Stupid. Normal, though, so normal, and regular? Categorically. 

Hey, you dropped this. Easy. He can use that smoldery voice he practices in the shower. Hey, you dropped this? Minor edit, more inviting. Maybe? Is this yours? I found it on the floor. Very sexy. Tenouttaten, layable. Bangtastic. His fuckable nature and awkward swag are legendarical. He’s gonna floor this whole fucking cafeteria with just how awesome this interaction goes. 

God, he is sweating. If it was some rando, it would be easy enough. Well, not like, Easy easy. He’d take it to lost and found. Or? Honestly? Keep it. It’s not like some show or a dumb thing. This button is bright red and just says BEEF. That rules, what the fuck? Kravitz needs to understand. So he has to interact. It’s math. Probably. He graduated and never looked back, honestly. 

Why the BEEF? Why? What could possibly necessitate such a strong statement?? But this guy isn’t just some rando, he’s Dreamy…. Like, legitimately. Like, magazineworthy, like, commercially, like Kravitz has run into him four and a Half times and thinks of him OFTEN, you  know, #normally, and is categorically regular about imagining what that long pink hair looks like out of that thick braid that could be a weapon, and that charming gap in his teeth, and the bootyshorts that say CONSTANTLY ALIVE, or that skirt that left glitter all over the floor, or the platform shoes that rattled full of actual aquarium gravel and gummy sharks,  or- or- or- or-

Beef. It’s what’s for winners. Winners who best social anxiety and return the cool button to the hot guy. Winners who can talk words good and do tasks and complete objectives. 

He’s rooted to the fucking spot with The Fear ™. But he can do this. He’s gonna do it right now.

Aaaaand go.

Nope. This time.  AAAAAAAaaand go. Shoot, one more. Third time’s the charm. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand- 

“Oi-” he says, wincing internally at the sound that comes out of his face, but somehow he has…already committed to the bad accent. “Did you drop this?”

“Huh?” he gets in return. Taako looks up at him from his book and wrinkles his nose, and his freckles dance, and he is the sun, and Kravitz should have worn sunscreen today. “What?”

“This button, the BEEF button, it’s yours? Seems like something you’d have. On your person. Or objects you possess. Is it?” He is sweating. Why did he wear all black today? Well, he always wears all black, but why?

“Oh, yeah! Thanks, man.” Taako holds out his hand to take it. Kravitz is pretty sure his name is Taako. When he orders his iced coffee drinks he half-sings T-double A- K- O. And Kravitz has NOT been writing it in his journal like a lovesick middle schooler. That would be sad. And he doesn’t even own a gel pen. So there.  

“No problem,” Kravitz’s accent warbles and changes, and Taako kind of tilts his head at him. “What’s it for? What- what’s the BEEF?”

Taako laughs. 

“It’s vintage,” he says. “God knows. This ancient beef rose before me and will fall after I am gone. The BEEF is eternal, you know? What’s your handle, scented candle?”

“Kravitz,” Kravitz manages. “And…cinnamon sugar, maybe.”

Taako blinks. 

“F-, uh, for the candle? Did you not-”

“Ohh,” Taako says. “Taako.” He jabs a thumb at his chest. “Mmmmmm…Spice rack.”

“Spice rack?” Kravitz is so taken aback he drops the accent entirely. “Like…oregano and garlic powder?”

“Absolutely,” Taako says. “Everybody is like, what smells so good, what are you cooking? And you hit ‘em with the fact that they wanna eat wax. Hilarious.” 

“Avant garde, even.” Kravitz shakes his head. “I, uh,” and nothing else comes out of his mouth. Taako lets him hang there for an uncomfortable amount of time, and then snorts. 

“You busy later, homeboy? I’ve been meaning to go to that new restaurant, but I thought it would be weird to go alone?”

“Burrito Boyfriend? I, hadn’t, plans- yes? I would love to get a boyfriend- I mean- I would love to get a burrito with you. Taako. Yes.”

Taako laughs hard enough that he makes a beautiful noise, and he covers his mouth, but too late. Kravitz is in love with him. 

Fuck. And all because of a little ground beef.  

#taakitz #tazb #the adventure zone balance #fan5fics #taz balance #taakitz fic #the adventure zone #taz #thank you!!

[siremasterlawrence]

Power Hungry

Jon Hammel arrives at his business parking the car in the lot he sighs a sign of relief I can see him from his office taking to his assistant.

He slides out of the car slamming the door his hands hit the top of the car jiggling his car keys and placing it back in to his deep pockets.

He turns to face his assistant lifting his cute finger to point at him giving him instructions to him how to do it exactly without any more issues.

“Why is that creep in my office?” He ask his assistant staring upward he spots me through his window and points at me in horror.

“Go find that bastard immediately and bring him to me.” He howls as the assistant races into the building he kick the trash can to the side.

He picks up the trash can placing it back at the same spot finally regaining his selfish composure once more and pushes past us to the side.

“Excuse me! How did you get in here?”

“The same way you are about to leave.”

“Excuse me!”

“Take a whiff of this “

“STOP!”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Enjoy the pixie dust bitch”

“Quit your job and go home”

“Yes! I quit”

“Where are you going ?”

“Where is he going?”

“Who are ….”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Zip it and sit down”

“I am your everything now”

“Focus on my eyes “

“Spiral in to my my eyes “

“Succumb to my will”

“I fall before your feet”

“I am your God”

“You worship me”

“Bow at my feet”

“Kiss my shoes”

“I have never surrendered to a man”

“I can’t “

“I will”

“I shall do it “

“How will you ?”

“My love”

“If you do I’ll pat you “

“Kiss you and “

“And?”

“FUCK!”

“You know you want to”

“Can’t deny it?”

“Unzipped my pants “

“Nnnnnnoooooooo”

“Fucking get to it”

“The expression on your face?”

“What?”

“Perfection “

“Your tongue is watering “

“Locking your lips “

“Your eyes keep darting”

“You need it “

“It’s a itch you can’t scratch”

“Imagine me standing up “

“Undressing you “

“Rip them off”

“Undo belt”

“Slip in your ass”

“Fuck you “

“Hard and strong “

“That was delicious “

“Fucking juicy “

“Damn good”

“I want more”

“Give me more “

“Dumb down”

“You are a…”

“A pussy “

“A cunt”

“Touch me slave “

“You smell good”

“Inhale my scent “

“Fucking good”

“Lick me up “

“Lick me till I cum”

“Swallow my whole wad”

“You love my squirts”

“Tasty isn’t it?”

“Fine! I admit “

“Mmmmmm”

“I won’t you so bad”

“Clear your desk “

“Teach me a lesson daddy “

“Welcome to class bitch”

“Yyyyyeeesssss”

“Yyyyeeesss”

“Ooooohhhh ggggooodddd”

“Yyyyyyyyyeeeesssss”

“Beat me”

“Take me”

“Thank you daddy!”

“For what?”

“Claiming me”

“You are a big man “

“After all”

“I am your boi”

“I love being here”

“On my knees”

“Suck me off “

“The cum goes down”

“Down your throat?”

“Watch it explode “

“Swallow”

“Mmmmnnnnhhhhffff”

“Quiet”

“Don’t make any noise”

“But sir”

“Master Lawrence”

“That is my rightful name”

“Of course”

“You are my God”

“My lover”

“My everything “

“Hug me”

“Wrap your arms over me”

“Grab my ass”

“Play with it “

“How can anybody ignore you?”

“I can’t believe that “

“Too perfect”

The end

#jon bernthal #corporate takeover #hypnosis #mind control #mind hive #transformation #personality change #reprogramming #hypno slave

[thetistaboveall]

The Coven Of Giants

In a weird sweep of dust flowing through the dank, miserable and busy suburbs of Hollow Coves overtake the neighborhood.

The neighborhood flows through sifting in to the air passing it come hitting hard by way of open windows.

It’s a holiday weekend for the men as their wives pack away for a weekly event of free times and fun.

The air so cool overflowing the room it filters to the top as the window shuts close quietly it tickles his skin.

The first man Tom plays with his senses as the nerves go into over drive sending his fiery vessels.

The synapses electrifyingly his mind fell in to a deep coma like state staying in a stasis as his body froze.

The air swirls above his head does his right and left cheeks sending it in to both of his nostrils.

His body cools blowing up his entirety of his body causing him to shake, shiver and total rock him.

His body breaks out in a feverish pitch in to a reverberating of his body he slips to the floor.

“You can hear the whispers in the wind for a strong call of his name.”

“Thomas! Thomas”

“What? What the fuck?”

“Who is there?”

“Ssssshhhhhhh”

“Nnnnnnnooooo! Ssssssttttttoooooppppp!”

“You can’t move”

“Can you?”

“Oh Relax”

Tom eyes pop open slowly stirring fully till he is awake rolling on to his eyes he pushes his body upward.

His eyes turn very dark black pacing a bit forward at a time he rips his closet door open.

Inside his walking closet he begins to undo his shirts, removing his pants and redresses himself.

He flows from the closet through the front door slamming it close he strolls next door to the house across the street.

His neighbor Alan tired as ever wiping his eyes with anger in his eyes he rages a bit making a fist.

He slam it in to the wall Alan grabs him by his shirt collar pulling him in to the building and slams his back to the wall.

“Who the hell are you to the knock on my door at eight in the morning?”

“Then why are you staring in my eyes.”

“Fuck you!”

“Fuck me indeed, you need to so bad w at to crave me.”

“Ravish me”

“No! Zip it! Stuff it”

“Overwhelming! Need to love me”

“Kiss me! Feel my lips on yours consuming you.”

“Yyyyeeeesssss! Mmmm Babe ! I am at your will possessed.”

“Good boi!”

“Sir Yes Sir”

“Kiss me again”

Tom sees his friend Andrew in the next door apartment next to his home with a bright bit of smile.

Andrew is about to be in for a shock rolling his eyes he shook his head and knowing it’s off.

Truth Andrew can’t believe that Tom tries to speak with him, Tom knows how odd and off he is.

“Andrew pal! Over here”

“What’s up Tom?”

“What’s up Andrew?”

“Pass me over”

“Give me a kiss”

“What the fuck?”

“Give me a strong kiss like a real man”

“Get the fuck off of me”

“What is that blowing in to my nose? Get off of me.”

“Sir my love Sir”

“He is prepped”

“Mmmmmm”

“Alan attends his best friends concert”

“Hey Guys!”

“Sing for me”

“My love”

“How about you guys dance for me?”

“Clap your hands for me”

“What’s that smell?”

“Me bro”

“Stay back”

“Smell me”

“Nnnnooooo”

“Shit Face”

“It’s so good”

“Sssoooo ggggoooodddd”

“Mmmmm…my love”

“Hey babe”

“Where is Master Lawrence?”

The end

#magic #Hypnosis #straight to gay #warlock #possession #alien #tom hardy #andrew garfield #grant gustin #alan ritchson

[tomboyjessie13]

What if Medea King becomes a Vampire? Part 2

Medea's room DIO's Mansion

Medea: *Laying in her bed on her side, depressed* .........

DIO: *Enters the room*

Medea: *Not looking at him* ...I don't want to talk to you.

DIO: I'm not here to talk, I'm here to give you something.

Medea: Unless it's a way to undo this curse, I don't want to hear it...

DIO: Unfortunately, no, but it will keep you alive a bit longer.

Medea: .........

Victim: Mmmm! Mmmm!

Medea: Hm? *Turns around* What the hell!?

DIO: *Holding up an older man by his shirt collar, gagged and tied up* Here. *Tosses the victim to the ground*

Victim: Mmm!

Medea: Who's he!?

DIO: Food.

Medea: .........*Shocked* WHAT!?

DIO: *Irritated* Are you deaf, woman? He's your meal!

Victim: *Horrified* MMM!? *Starts struggling*

Medea: I'm not killing anyone!

DIO: Well, you got to eat something, you've been a vampire for three days and you've yet to consume blood!

Medea: I'd sooner starve to death than take an innocent life! *Feels her stomach growling*

DIO: You sound hungry.

Medea: So what?

DIO: So, you need to eat or else you'll die...

Medea: *Looks away* No way!

DIO: *Irritated* Mmmm.... *He walks to her and leans next to her ear* Just so you know: not all people I take in for substance are good people.

Medea: ....... What do you mean?

DIO: This man right in front of you isn't an innocent victim like you think he is, he was an abuser who was arrested for domestic violence against his wife, but avoided prison due to bribery... *Smirks* Would it make you feel better if the person you'll feast on was human garbage instead?

Medea: ........... I don't believe you.

Victim: *Phews through gag*

DIO: Oh? You don't believe me? *He reaches under his yellow jacket* I've got evidence and everything. *Takes out spirit photos and court documents*

Victim: MMM!?

Medea: Hm? *Takes the evidence and reads over them* ..............

Victim: *Sweating profusely, not knowing how Medea would react* Mmmm....

Medea: .........*Her hands started shaking as if in rage, she slowly turns to the gagged man behind her, glaring at him with glowing red eyes like a cockroach for the crimes he committed* ゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴ

Victim: *Panicking* MMMMMM!!!

DIO: *Sits down on her bed* Well then, what are we going to do about this criminal?

Victim: *Starts struggling in fear as he tries crawling away from the Vampires* MMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!

Medea: ........ *Stomps on the man's back with her Stand, breaking his spine*

Victim: *In pain* MMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!! *Her Stand then smashes his face to the ground, breaking his nose* MMMMMMMM!!!!

Medea: *She smells his blood* Hah... *It somehow smells a lot more appetizing than when she was a human, which causes her stomach to growl more* Hah...hah...hah... *She straddles herself on his back and moves his head*

Victim: *Crying in fear and pain under his gag* Mmmm!!!

Medea: ....*Licks his bloodied face, tasting his blood* Ahhh~ *It was surprisingly delicious, so much so that she bares her fangs* Wryyyyyyyy......

DIO: *Smirks evilly*

Medea: *Bites his neck, sucking his blood*

Victim: MMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!! *Struggles under her weight, trying in vain to fight her off* Mmmmmm.... *Slowly dies as he's sucked dry* ....Mmmm................................................ *Dies*

Medea: *Let's go and sits up* Kuaaa....hah...hah...hah...*Comes back to her sense* !?...*Looks down on herself and sees the corpse she's sitting on and that she's covered in blood* ...... *Horrified* Oh my god... what have I done?

DIO: *Sat up and walks to her* You satisfied your hunger and gave the bastard what he deserves. *Kneels next to her*

Medea: *Fearful and sad* B-b-but I killed someone... I'm a monster... I'm going to go to jail...

DIO: *Hugs her* Shuuuuuuu... *wiping her tears with his hands* you're going to be fine... *kisses her forehead* you did what you have to do...

Medea: *Hiccup*

DIO: ......*Using his thumb to wipe the blood on her face* What a mess, lacking in table manners is unbecoming of a lady. *Licks the blood*

Medea: .... I got carried away...

- Vampire!Medea kills a convicted criminal to satisfy her hunger, takes place in a bad/alternate timeline

#jojo's bizarre adventure #dio brando #jojo oc #oc #incorrect quotes #vampire #alternate timeline #bad ending #tw: murder #tw: blood #tw: abuse mention

[chicknstripz]

∘₊✧ [[ Bake me a cake ]] ✧₊∘

Pairing|| GN!Reader X Corr Word Count|| 863 Tags|| Self-Deprecation, Self-esteem & Confidence issues, Disabilities, Fluff & Angst, Domestic Fluff, Slice of life, Suggestive theming, NSFWish. Synopsis|| Corr attempts to make you a cake, but his intrusive thoughts get the better of him 'Don't eat that' prompt for @clonexreaderbingo

The counter is an absolute mess! Flour covers every inch of space, egg is (somehow) splattered on the ceiling, and don’t even get him started on the sink! He despairs every time he looks at the pile of dishes, the shame and guilt eating him from the inside out, but he’s determined to perfect this maker damned recipe! Determined to show he can provide just as well as any other man!

But kriff, are the prosthetics making life difficult! The synth-flesh does not give the same kind of feedback as normal flesh.

He can’t tell if he’s applying the correct amount of pressure to the eggs, the splatter on the ceiling a testament to his struggle. Can’t grip the slick surface of your knives, the cheap synth-flesh not having the correct depth to either the skin or fingerprints to let him grip it properly. The kaminoans only cared that he could hold a gun, he was a soldier not a civilian, so what if he couldn’t cook for himself? He grumbled to himself as he narrowed his eyes, concentrating the whole time as he transferred the pan to the oven.

The consistency of the batter looks right this time, the surface rising in the heat of the oven, and the smell? It’s less eggy and more sweet - his nose flaring as the familiar scent of Uj fills the air. He won’t tell the sergeant that it took him five attempts, can’t even think of the latest failed attempt that still sits behind him on the counter. It’s flat - he knows it - the dense slab making his stomach churn as he starts to clean up his mess. Perhaps if he’s quick he can go to the bakery down the street and beg a worker to tell him what he’s doing wrong?

Alas fortune didn’t favor him.

You walked in the door with a sing-song ‘I’m home’, the sound of which filled him with dread rather than comfort. Not even your smile could appease his worried heart, his eyes watching you close the space between you. In his heart he knows he shouldn’t worry. You’ve never treated him any differently, never seen him as ‘less than’, but as he stands there watching your eyes light up at the sight of the cake? He’d never felt so useless in all his life. All he can think of is some Kaminoan slapping ‘defective’ on his file.

“Smell’s amazing in here, watch’a cooking?”

You speak around your key fob as you relieve yourself of your work satchel, the little quirk making his heart flutter despite his concern.

“Uj cake .... wait ... no! Don’t eat that!”

You’ve broken off a corner before he can stop you, the shameful product slipped between eager lips and chewed on in short order.

“Mmmmmm, that’s so good. The vanilla really adds to it.”

Wait! You liked it? But it was flat and horrible! He looked at the cake, to you, then back to the cake with the distinct feeling that you might be lying to him

“You don’t need to lie to me mesh’la, I’m a grown man - I can handle constructive criticism.”

You give him an odd look, brows furrowed as you lean your hip on the table.

“But I’m not lying. That’s the best cake I’ve had in weeks, like seriously.”

He watches you slip your fingers between your lips, enraptured by the way you clean the sticky coating from your skin. If he thinks hard enough he can remember what that felt like, his jumbled thoughts drifting between aroused and melancholic.

“Really?”

“Yeah really.”

The sensation of your damp fingers touching his face, palms cradling his head as you lean across the table to reassure him, is electrifying. He doesn’t like to use the words ‘touch starved’, hates the implication that he’s missed out on formative experiences, but sometimes? Just sometimes. He feels no better words describe the feelings in his body as he leans into your touch.

“I know you don’t always believe me cyare, but you’re kriffing amazing. The things you do for me? They mean so very much - especially on days like this.”

“Bad shift?”

You shrugged casually, as if what you’d faced was meaningless.

“I wouldn’t say bad, just busy.”

He knows what that’s like, or at least had. It had always been one thing after before he’d started special ops, the number of IEDs outstripping the hours he had to deal with them. Not that special ops was quiet either, but it was a very different beast to front line work and he at least got down time now. He’d had to thank Skirata for that. He’d have never met you if the wiry little chakaar hadn’t hand picked him to be Fi’s replacement.

“Then it’s a good thing there’s plenty more where that came from.”

Corr nods back toward the oven, earning a laugh from you that makes his heart sing with delight.

“There's more? Corr I could kiss you right now!”

“What’s stopping you?”

You continue to laugh as you throw yourself into his arms, the feel of your lips on his the only medicine he needed to cure the ills that plagued him. 

#Corr X Reader #republic commando #star wars #star wars fanfiction #fanfic #one shot #drabble #bingo prompt #cfb2023 #I'm SOFT for him #I love one thoughtful bean #fertilising the 'obscure clones' field #it needs some lovin' #This man deserves it! #I'M YEARNIN' YA'LL

[ultralightpoe]

Mistaken - Steve Rogers

Description: Steve is sure he knows you, you are sure he doesn’t. It’s an awkward day for both

Warnings: MINORS BEWARE SMUT AHEAD. This one is saucy.

Authors Note: Yeah.....this one got away from me a bit. I hope you guys like it. Written as gn! reader. Feel free to send in some requests and enjoy!

Word Count:1,903

MAIN Master List - - Marvel Master List

            There are many things one might want to hear while they are completely hungover, looking like a dementor from Harry Potter, smelling like a sewer rat. One being “free donuts.” or maybe even “Free coffee.”

           “Don’t look now but Captain frickin America is hardcore staring your way.” Was sure as hell not one of the things you’d want to hear.

             Your friends had dragged you out last night for your birthday, taken to some random night club dressed to the nines wearing a sash that said ‘buy me a birthday drink.’ The sash obviously worked because 2 hours later you and your friends were so blacked out that you barely remembered anything, but there was a video of you giving some Steve Rogers look alike a lap dance at 1 am. 

            But it was no longer 1 am, in fact it was 8 am and you needed to get your act together for work at 10, so your friend took you to the store for some emergency Pedialyte, looking like death and wishing to whatever gods there were that the floor would just swallow you whole. 

           The gods did not answer your plea, too busy giving pleas of their own that someone would save them from a cranky hungover Steve Rogers.  

            The Avengers had gone out last night, all set to celebrate a mission gone well, and in an attempt to ease Steve’s normal stick in the mud, Thor kept giving him Asgardian mead.  It seemed like a great idea that night but when Steve woke up the next morning the soldier was extremely agitated and Thor was being scolded every second. (His headache was going to crack his head open until another Athena jumped out)

          Steve, not ready to let it go, forced Thor to the store with him and buy some stuff for the team to help the days hangover before their event that night.

          Which is where he saw you. 

            The man couldn’t figure out where he had seen you before but he knew you from somewhere, he was sure of it. You were standing with your friend, smiling like an absolute blessing, and Steve is sure he knows that smile. 

           “Thor, who is that?” Steve whispers as your friend leans in to tell you something that has your eyes widening. 

            “I have no clue, freedom man.” Thor shrugs before disappearing into the pop tart aisle, leaving Steve to himself. Your friend seemed to notice, winking in his direction before disappearing as well. 

             You took a risk and looked at him for a second, eyes widening even further while you turned back around and pretended you were extremely interested in the child electrolytes. 

             Steve took a deep breath, thinking screw it, while he walked up. 

            “Excuse me? Do…Do I know you?” He asks, standing beside you. 

            “Me? Oh good gosh no. I have never met an avenger.” You rush out.

             “Do I know you?” The birthday girl/guy asks, smiling widely as a very well known Avenger sits next to them at the bar. “You seem familiar.”

           “Yeah? How so?” He smiles back, chest tightening at the beauty before him. 

            “Mmmmmm. Maybe my dreams?” You offer, hand moving to his shoulder. “Wait. I’m actually sure of it. You are from my dreams.”

            “What kind of dreams?”

              “Why don’t you guess blondie?”

                “What do I get if I guess right?” He is whispering now, leaning in close while their friends party without them in the background. 

                 “What do you want?” You match his tone, fingers traveling up from his shoulder to his cheek very slowly. 

               “From you? Everything.”

            “Oh.” Steve states lamely, still staring at you. “Would you like to?”

             A laugh escapes you as you look over to the man nodding, holding out a hand to shake in a friendly manner. “Absolutely”

         “Well then, I’m Steve Rogers.” He smiles, shaking your hand softly. 

            “Y/n L/n.”

           “I’m assuming that the Pedialyte isn’t actually for a kid?” He teases, not really wanting to let go of your hand just yet. I swear I know that face. 

          “Is it that easy to tell I’m hungover?” You grimace, grabbing a grape flavored bottle. 

              “It’s easy to recognize one whom shares the same pain.” Steve responds with a faux british accent. You laugh again, looking to his cart and seeing the three boxes of donuts. “For the rest of the group? Or super soldier appetite? I won’t judge either way.”

           “You here with friends?” He asks, standing from his stool and moving between your legs. 

            “The group over there.” You answer, kissing his cheek while pointing. He doesn’t look, in truth he had been watching you all night, slowly getting the courage to come up to you, 

           “You want to go to a more private booth? Maybe dance a little?” He offers, the dazed look in your eye making him feel even drunker, leaning in to attach your lips. 

           He doesn’t pull back though, desperate to pull all your being into his own through the kiss, which has you reeling back to breathe. “Y’know you have to let me answer if you want that lap dance right?”

             “Good point.” He teases, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth. 

             “You don’t even know my name, you savage.”

              “What’s your name, pretty one?”

               “Tonight? You can call me angel.” You smile, tightening your legs around his waist. “How bout you?”

             “Cap. You can call me cap.”

           “Okay Cap, let’s move to the booth.”

          “For the team, although there are times where donuts are my main meal.” Steve laughs, pulling his cart up to look at the contents. “I’m supposed to be getting fruit too.” 

           “Perfect, I was going to head that way.” You smile, moving to walk beside him. “I wouldn’t think the avengers would be a partying bunch.”

           “Normally not, but we were celebrating last night.”

          “Yeah? Why’s that?”

             “We had a tough mission and we managed to get through it decently enough. I did get my arm nicked with a bullet though.” He answers, lifting the arm covered in a long sleeve. Your face flashes with something that looks like recognition for a moment before you look away in a hurry.

           “That’s…. Ouch.” You mumble, not looking near him

             The booth was dim and slightly hidden, not as much as they wanted but a little better than before.  Before you knew it the lap dance was long forgotten.

            Lips molded together, hips moving as one while your hands touched every spot they could. Pulling back slightly when your bracelet snags on a heavy bandage. 

           “What happened here?” It comes out a whisper, you don’t think you can manage more as the stranger kisses and licks up your neck, strong hands squeeze your torso.

           “Got shot, nothing to worry yourself about.” He whispers back, looking up at you with a heavy expression. “Are you from heaven? Cause you sure look it.”

             “What if I was from hell?” You giggle, beginning the rhythm of moving again. “Pretending to be an angel and seducing you?”

           “Oh is that what you were doin’?” He pants out, a new york accent begging to break through. “You wanna move this to the bathroom, Angel?”

Shit.

Shit shit shit.

           You’re panicking now as you begin flashing back to the lap dance. The copious amounts of tequila and the dim lights had you thinking it was some impersonator, but you recognized the bandage, torn slightly in the corner…Didn’t you? 

         “You okay?” He asks softly. Watching your skin flare up in embarrassment.

         “M-me? Yeah I’m fine. But I actually have a lot to get before work- can’t be late for a paid fate.” You laugh nervously which has his eyes widening as you try to walk away. 

               The angel had the prettiest fucking moans in the world. 

              Their cheek pressed against the bathroom stall door as they moaned for him to move faster, which he happily obliged. The pure bliss he felt with every move was addicting, he wanted to stay like this forever. 

              Kissing up your shoulder to your neck as he moved, he couldn’t help but think that angel was a perfectly good nickname, because this was fucking heaven. 

             “Just like that angelface. Come on.” He grunted, hips moving a bit faster, both chasing the release that followed. “Aw fuck.”

               “Oh my gosh…..” you breathe out, letting him hold you up since your legs were too shaky to do much else. “What are you? A god?”

        “I wish darlin’” He mumbles, kissing the back of your neck softly now that the wave had crashed.

                      “Wait a minute…..” Steve mumbles, watching you rush off. “Can’t be late…. Where have I heard that before?”

           His feet begin moving on their own accord, moving to find where you ran off to. When he passes Thor he all but shoves the basket in the gods hands, murmuring a “take this” before you fall into his sight again. This time leaving the store with bags. 

           Steve rushes after you, groaning a bit when the sunlight hits him. “Wait! Wait! I know you.”

            He hears you whine out to your friend to hurry, telling them to shut up when they ask “wasn’t an impersonator huh?”

           Clothes were put back on, with some awkward shuffling about and you both were getting ready to leave the stall. But Steve wasn’t ready. 

          “How about some breakfast?” He asks, heart beating out of his chest as you look up at him, hands rubbing his torso as if you knew it would help with the anxiety.

             “Can’t, I got work. Can’t be late for a paid fate.” You laugh, kissing his chin.

         “That’s an odd saying.”

          “Read it in an obituary and thought it matched work pretty well.” This has Steve laughing now too, grabbing your head and pulling you in for a kiss. “I wanna see you again.”

         “Yeah?” You whisper, pulling out a pen. 

         “No. Actually I need you see you again.” He flirts, refusing to break eye contact as you slip his arm bandage up a bit, writing your number down. 

         “If you remember this is there before it fades away then it’s fate.” You explain, kissing above your number which is just below the wound, before rewrapping his arm.  “You know, you actually kinda look like Captain America, the likeness is uncanny.”

           He catches you right before you get into the passenger seat, holding the door as his heart beats right out of his chest. 

           “We have a fundraising gala tonight. I want you to come with me.” He blurts, attempting a nervous smile.

           “I’m sorry?” You’re laughing nervously, looking between your friend and him like you couldn’t believe this was real.

         “No. I’m sorry, that wasn’t the way to ask.” He sighs before leaning in until your noses practically touched, hands moving to scoop your face. “Will you be my date to the fundraising ball tonight, angel? Can’t ignore fate when it clearly wants you to date.”

          His chest explodes when you laugh loudly, your skin hot as you nod. “O-okay. Yeah.”

          “Perfect, I’ll call you.” He kisses your lips before stepping back. 

       “Don’t you need my number?” You laugh, moving to grab a pen. 

         He shakes his head, pushing the bandage up a bit to reveal it’s still there. “Nope. I remembered before it faded.”

That he did.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #captain america #captain america imagine #captain america x reader #mcu #mcu imagine #marvel #marvel imagines #marvel imagine

[ramp-it-up]

Cuddle Buddies

Pairing: Roommate! Rafael Casal x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Minors DNI, RPF, angst, cursing, pining, jealousy, suggestive language, butt slapping, fluff! No smut!  All errors my own. I apologize if you like the smell of patchouli, lol.

A/N: This is an answer to the following ask from @teatro-dira :

Okay so I don't know if this is kinda weird but like an Rafael x reader were they are like really cuddly(like a lot of hugs, cuddling and stuff) friends and roommates and everyone teases them asking them if they're dating. Then Rafael gets a girlfriend which makes y/n lowkey feel betrayed and jealous, but he doesn't realize that. Y/n accidentally ruins their relationship(you chose how). They get into a fight, but it ends in fluff. Hope you understand what I mean:)

Here it goes! I hope you like it!

———-

A series of unfortunate events led you to this situation six months ago.

You were subletting Rafael’s apartment in Santa Monica when production wrapped a month early on his project in Vancouver. He had nowhere to go, and neither did you, so you agreed to share the space.

You vibed, almost as much as he and Daveed did. Folks began to call you the fourth Muskateer, for as much as you, Rafa, Daveed and his girl were always together. 

You all talked, smoked, and created together. You and Rafa especially were always all over each other, keeping each other warm under blankets on the couch, watching movies while you ran your fingers through his hair, in one or another’s bed watching videos, or writing in tandem. 

It was all good, cause Rafa was being a man-whore at the moment with several ladies, and you were just chilling. It was dope. 

Almost.

It would have been all the way dope, except...

Except for the fact that you were in love with Rafa.

You loved sharing the same space with him, because you could smell him when he just got out of the shower, play in his silky hair, and feel his strong arms around you. And when he wore grey sweats…. Damn.  You and your little bullet celebrated every time that happened.

Everyone could tell, except for Rafael.  People ragged on you two so hard, that you vehemently denied it every time, to the point of getting heated.

One night, you side eyed the teaser through a cloud of smoke after catching Rafa’s grimace when they said you two should get together.  Your mood sank at what you perceived was rejection.

“I would NEVER get with Rafa, that’s the homie.  He’s like a brother to me. Ugh. Getting with my brother? No way. We’re just Cuddle Buddies.”

Rafa blinked and then took a toke.

“Exactly, we the homies. Platonic Ride or Dies.  It’ll never happen.”  He passed what he was holding and then stood up. “Cuddle Buddies till the end.”  He sounded disgusted.

“I’m going to go get some food. I’m hungry. What does everyone want?”  After everyone yelled out their orders, you offered to come with.

“Nah, sis.  I’m good.  Gonna clear my head. I’ll be back soon.  Rafa peaced out and you sat back down with the crew.

-------

Ever since that night, Rafa seemed a little distant.  He was always busy, and never had time to sit and kick it with you the last couple of weeks.  You all never seemed to link.

One night, he was home when you came in with groceries.

“Oh shit, I didn’t know that you’d be here!” You put the groceries down on the counter while Rafa was at the stove, cooking up some pasta with marina.

“Mmmmmm. Smells good!” You went and stood very close to him, expecting him to give you a side hug, at least.

He just turned and glanced at you, a smirk lifting one side of his face.

“Will you never learn to keep an umbrella in the car? You always come in soaking wet from the rain.”

Here he was, shaking his head that you didn’t have enough sense to come in out of the rain.  How could this talented genius ever want to be with you?

You just played it off, as usual. “I’m starving. I didn’t think I would make it through cooking, but you’re always clutch, Rafa!” 

Rafa stood there and gaped at you.

“Uhhhhh… I thought you said you were driving down to the Vista to see your mom… I have someone coming over for dinner....”

“No.  She’s decided to go on a cruise to Cabo with her bestie… she just called and told me as she was boarding the ship this afternoon.  The hussy. Tryna be fast with her little friends.”  You laughed.

“So, who’s coming over?  UTK? Wayne? Jimmy?”

You jumped up on the counter and watched as Rafa put some french bread with butter and garlic in the oven.  Smelled like heaven.  Those guys would definitely invite you to stay.

Rafa wiped his hands on the towel that was hanging on the stove. And turned around to face you.

“Her name is Aurora.”

It was like he’d punched you in the gut. He’d NEVER brought one of his heauxes around. You fought the urge to double over, even though you felt nauseous.  When you looked at him, he looked concerned.

“Hey, you okay?”

You jumped down from the counter and quickly nodded your head, laughing weakly.  

“I...uh.. Yeah.  Like I said, I haven’t eaten since breakfast, expecting to be at dinner with my moms by now.”

You grabbed your groceries, putting them up quickly and grabbed an apple, taking it to your room.

“I’m going to get out of your way in a minute, I’ll go over to Carla’s and hang with her tonight. We’ll probably go out and do what we do, you know?”

Rafa still looked worried.

“Are you sure you’re ok? You need more than an apple. Look, stay…”

“NO!”  Your voice was raised and it startled you.  “I mean, I’m not one to be a cock blocker.  I’ll just get my stuff and get ready to go.”

Rafa just watched as you scurried into your room. Why did you feel like crying?  Why did you feel as if you would never breathe properly again?  You got out your phone and called Carla.

20 minutes later, you exited your room dressed for the club with your overnight bag.  There was a strange smell in the room, and it wasn’t pasta.  It was patchouli.  You HATED patchouli.

You didn’t realize you were giving the gas face until Rafa came out of the kitchen followed by a short, but cute woman, with a body like, whoa. 

Of course.

Rafa glared at you and you fixed your face.  That bestie telepathy was on point. Then he looked up and down, as if he were judging your freakum dress.  Well, fuck him.

“Oh, hey!  Y/N, this is Aurora.  Aurora, Y/N.”

Aurora ignored your outstretched hand and went in for a hug. 

“Y/N!  I’ve heard so much about you that I feel like I know you intimately, just like Rafael.”  

You tried to keep your face straight in reaction to her scent, then gave her a sideye. 

Was it the inept way she rolled the ‘R’ in Rafael, or the thinly veiled shot at your relationship? Either way, you felt like slapping the shit out of her. You looked at Rafa, but then just cleared your throat.

“And I’ve heard so much about you as well.  You’re all Rafa talks about.” He shook his head behind her.  “Nice to meet you, but I’m headed out for the night.”

It was then that Aurora saw your bag and brightened up.  

“Oh!  You do look nice. Are you leaving, you sure you don’t want to stay?”  

You could smell insincerity a mile away. Even patchouli couldn’t cover that up. You just smiled at her.  

“No ma’am.  I’ve got places to see and people to do.”  You winked at them as you walked out of the door, holding up your umbrella.  “Stay dry y’all.”

You made it out the door without crying of jack slapping that little bitch or Rafa.  You were winning.  

But why did it feel like you’d lost everything?

-----

You and Rafa successfully avoided one another for days.  He was either over Aurora’s or you were with Carla, your mom, or just stayed in your room.

One time you passed Rafa and Aurora on the couch watching a movie on your way to the kitchen to get something to eat.  Rafa’s head was in her lap.

You stopped dead in your tracks when you heard Rafa’s slightly raised voice say: “Don't’ mess with the swoop, Babe.”

‘Babe.’ He called her Babe. That’s it. It was time for you to go. 

You were cramping Rafa’s style.  You just tiptoed back in your room, making little to no noise so that they could watch the movie in peace. You didn’t see Rafa looking at your door after you went in.

----

A week later, you let Rafa know your move out date.

“Wait. What?”

Rafa’s mouth was open. You repeated yourself.

“Well, I’m going to move in with Carla. She’s going to let me ride her couch until this other place comes open in three weeks. It’s a sweet deal, near the studio….”

Rafa’s mind was racing, you could see the gears turning.

“Well… why don’t you just stay here until then, we got a good thing going.” He looked upset. What was up with him?

“Rafa… I’m just in the way.  You’ve got Aurora…”

“Hold up, wait.  We aren’t even that serious.  I mean, I just stopped seeing Bev and Chrissy. He looked at his watch. Last week.”

You laughed at Rafa’s fuckboi ways.  “Well, what about me? I might want to date someone and bring them over…”

Rafa’s face changed.

“Bring someone over here…”

But it didn’t sound like an invitation, it sounded like a threat.  

It was your turn to stare at Rafa.  “What the hell…?”

He straightened up.  “I mean, any of your guests are welcome here.”

You sighed and shook your head. 

“See what I mean? Things are getting tense, I want us to stay friends, not be tight with each other all the time.”

Rafa grinned.  “You said ‘tight.’”  He dodged a couch pillow thrown at his head.

“What are you, a 12 year old?”  You were rolling.  He really was one of your best friends.  But you needed space to get over yourself.  And him.

“Okay.  You grown.  But just know that you don’t have to go.  And know that I will miss the hell out of you.”  

Rafa came over to hug you, and he held you longer than normal, and then kissed the top of your head.  You looked up at him, still in his arms and it was like…

You cleared your throat.  “Well, I guess I better go start to pack.”

Rafa stepped back.  “Ok.”

Both of you hurried to your perspective rooms.

-----

One night, a couple of days later, Rafael came into your room without knocking.

“What did you say to Aurora?”

You were laying on your stomach on your phone, in just your t-shirt an panties.  You rolled over and looked at him. 

“What are you talking about?”

Rafa wasn’t yelling, but he was keyed up.

“What did you tell her the last time you talked?”

You put your head down to think, then brought it back up. 

“I just said that I was going to miss playing in your hair when we watched movies, that I knew it was your favorite thing.”

Rafa nodded, then shook his head.  

“Y/N, you’re the only one I let touch my hair.  Aurora has barely been allowed near it.”

“That’s…. New.”  You were perplexed.

“No it isn’t. Everyone knows I don’t like people messing with my hair.  Aurora accused me of having feelings for you.”

You were sitting up now, crossing your arms and standing before Rafa.

“That’s ridiculous.”

Rafa looked like he was about to explode. He threw his hands up in the air and walked out of your room.

“OF COURSE IT IS! RIDICULOUS!”  He was really agitated.

“Yeah, I know all too well that you think it's ridiculous for me to want to be with you.  I don’t know what makes you think I’m not good enough for you?”

“Good enough for ME?  You’re the one running around with all the model/actress types, you’re the one who thinks I’m beneath you.  You said so that one night when you said we were ‘Platonic Ride or Dies.’”

“Here we go! Total distortion! Did you hear what you said before I said that?  You said I was like your brother.  Your brother.  You think it’s that disgusting to be with me.”

“I just said that because you made a face when what’s her face said we should be together.”

“I made that face because I was imagining fucking your brains out.  It was probably my cum face.”

You stopped and stared at him, mouth hinged open.

“The fuck?”  You burst out laughing.  “You are mad outta pocket Rafa.” Rafa was rolling too.  “But you ain’t gotta lie.”

Rafa stopped laughing.  

“Why do you think I’m lying?”

He was moving closer to you. This felt… dangerous. He looked up and down your body, and it was the first time you felt uncomfortable being comfortable around Rafa.

“Because you told me that you wanted to just be Cuddle Buddies a month after you came back from Canada. You drew a line in the sand.”

Rafa shook his head at you and smiled, green-blue eyes twinkling. 

“I knew you were too zooted.  I shouldn’t have tried to shoot my shot.”

“Run that back for me?”  You couldn’t believe what he was saying right now.

“What I said was..I wanted to be Cuddie buddies. Cuddie is… you know…”  

He pointed to your crotch.

You looked down, and then up at him again. “I can’t with you Rafa….” 

Rafa tilted his head in that sexy way at you. 

“Can you really not?” 

You were stunned.  Rafa continued.

“But I’m serious. When you came back with ‘Cuddle Buddies,’ I thought you were blowing me off and just wanted to be friends. So, I just settled into the friend zone.”

“Do you mean you’re attracted to me? Rafa, that’s funny as hell. You want me for my body?”

Rafa raised his eyebrows at you. “Hell yeah. C’mon girl. You know you’re fine.” 

Your cheeks heated up. You stared at him for what must have been a solid minute.  The possibilities of this alternate reality where Rafa liked you like you liked him opened up.

“But, Rafa... I don’t wanna be just cuddie buddies.”

“Oh. Ok, Cool….” Rafa cleared his throat and looked everywhere but at you.

“I want your heart.” 

Rafa paused when he heard that and his face fell as he moved toward you.  He took your arms in his hands.

“Y/N I'm sorry, I can't give you my heart.”

It was your turn to pick up your face.

“’Cause you already have it.” 

His mischievous grin made your stomach flip.  But you were mad.

“Fuck you, Rafa.” You were laughing with happiness, despite him playing too much.

“Oh, you don’t have to tell me twice.” Rafa swooped down and threw you over his shoulder. “I’ve been waiting six months for that invitation.”  

You were trying to kick and scream. 

Raa swatted you on the ass, then smoothed his hand over the cheek that stung.

“The more you struggle, the more you’ll be begging me to stop in a few.”

You struggled some more, but he made it to your bedroom and deposited you on the bed.  He glared down at you, all sexy green-eyed god.

“Try me, Y/N.”

You reached for the drawstring on his sweats.

“If you insist, Rafael.”

-----

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Steamy Neighbor II - Kakashi Hatake

Thanks to the amazing @feelingsandemotionsnotexplored for requesting a second part to Steamy Neighbor. Find the first part here. And thanks for reading❤️

Kakashi x reader

I shut my eyes open as I hear a strange noise, only to find myself in a bedroom that’s not mine. A cold drop of sweat runs through my spine as I manage to sit in the bed. The room’s decorated in a minimalistic way with neutral tones and wooden furniture. Somehow it feels soothing.

Shit. I’m at Kakashi’s.

I press my eyelids harshly, trying to remember the events of last night. We came home from the mission and drank some sake to celebrate the good news. We had been camping in the forest near our village, keeping an eye on the east lurkers while Gai and Iruka stayed close to the ones in the west. In the end, they turned out to be a group of adventurers who had gotten lost on their way to the Mist Village, they even asked us for directions and advice regarding the terrain. Meaning they were completely harmless.

Slowly I get out of the bed and take a glance outside, looking for the source of the strange noise. I sense movement in the kitchen. The silver haired ninja is on his knees scouting the inside of a cabinet, with a soft groan he pulls out a rice cooker and leaves it on the surface near the stove, where he is cooking something in a pan.

“That smells good” I say with a husky sleepy tone. Kakashi turns to me and presumably he is smiling, as the corners of his visible eye crease faintly.

“I know you usually just drink juice in the morning, so I thought you could use a decent breakfast for a change.”

“That’s not true, I pick up snacks on the way or cry at Iruka’s door until he feeds me” I poorly try to defend myself as I walk and lean on the countertop near him.

“The last two weeks before our mission you only drank juice, I know for sure.”

My jaw drops wide open at his statement.

“Were you spying on me all this time? What a stalker!” I pretend to sound offended as I raise the back of my hand to my forehead. Kakashi chuckles and his cheekbones turn slightly reddish. He looks adorable and I wish I could see that blush in his bare cheeks.

“You talk to yourself very loudly, so it is hard not to peek at your morning routine when you’re basically narrating everything and growling at the oranges while squeezing them.”

Now it’s my turn to blush. I do tend to talk to myself a lot, saying what I’m thinking without any filter helps me clear my head. I try to fight the heat in my cheeks as I think of a sharp response.

Eureka.

“So, Kakashi, do you have a specific schedule for cooking naked? You should really let me know, I could come give you a hand those days” I tease with a naughty smile.

Kakashi closes his eyes as his full face turns bright red.

“It depends. I only do it if my nosy neighbor happens to be in her kitchen” he says cheekily.

“Oh” I mumble a little surprised but ready for another round. “Should I go to my kitchen this morning?”

“You can mock me all you want, in the end my plan worked out well, didn’t it?” a wide smile forms in his lips beneath the dark cloth and he raises an eyebrow suggestively. He seems to have the blush under control now.

“It worked? I’m not sure it did, you haven’t even asked me out” I keep teasing, in response he chuckles stridently.

“You can’t give me that argument when you just woke up in my bed.”

He has a point.

“Did we -uhm- sleep together?”

“We just slept,” he smiles reassuringly. “You literally passed out on the couch after asking me to bring your pajamas.”

Oh no.

“Did you…?” my voice breaks before I finish my question.

“You changed on your own. But don’t worry, next time I’ll do it myself.”

“KAKASHI HATAKE!” I scream embarrassed, this time unable to fight the intense flush in my face, my thoughts running wild.

He giggles playfully, resembling a child whose mischief was a complete success.

“So what are your plans for today?”

“Mmmmm, we still have to hand in the mission report. And I’m really craving some ramen, so I’ll probably try to persuade Iruka into coming to Ichiraku with me.”

“I could go with you,” Kakashi says with a subtle undertone.

Is he shy all of a sudden after giving me an intentional naked show less than a week ago? This man is unbelievable.

“Oh. I’d really like that and Iruka probably can’t wait to get back to his kids.”

He nods and without a word, he takes out two bowls and serves a generous portion of rice on each. Then he sprinkles some furikake on top and adds a dried egg and sesame seeds. With a warm expression he points to the chair and puts the bowls next to each other.

“Thank you, Kakashi,” I utter while sitting next to him. He stares at me expectantly until I shove the first bite in my mouth. “Mmmmmm this tastes delicious, your seasoning is amazing.”

“Better than Iruka’s?” he asks with a light hue of possessiveness, I nod cheerfully. “Then, next time you’re hungry you should cry at my door.”

Involuntarily, a strangled laugh slips from my throat.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

———————

My eyebrows pin together when I feel someone poking my back. I turn around to find a pair of curious blue eyes.

"Y/n-sensei” Naruto greets me. “What are you doing with Kakashi-sensei?” he asks nosily.

“Naruto! Don’t be rude” the pink haired girl scolds.

“We’re just heading to Ichiraku,” I reply, unsure of what to say.

“Can I tag along?”

“Naruto!” Sakura calls impatiently.

“Didn’t you hear that Iruka-sensei is back? He’s probably looking for you” Kakashi suddenly draws Naruto’s attention.

“Iruka-sensei is back? He owes me a bowl of ramen!” the blonde boy exclaims as he starts walking away. Sakura smiles gently and waves goodbye.

“He’s a handful, huh?” I point at the direction in which Naruto disappeared.

“Sometimes, but he will be a great shinobi one day” Kakashi smiles fondly.

“That’s for sure, he has the best sensei” once again, Kakashi indulges me by blushing under his mask.

 The rest of the way to Ichiraku is silent but not in the slightest awkward.

“Kakashi-sensei, Y/n-sensei! What can I offer you?” Teuchi greets us as we take a seat next to each other.

“Two orders of traditional ramen, please.” Teuchi nods and disappears in the kitchen.

“So…” Kakashi mumbles near my ear. “Is this a date?”

“You tell me.”

“I think it is. The first of many, if things go according to my masterplan” he smirks playfully.

All flustered, I shyly take initiative and lean towards him. In the blink of an eye, Kakashi tugs his mask down and gently presses his plump lips against mine. “And this is the very first kiss of many,” he promises softly. And I certainly find myself hoping it is.

 Finally, it’s here! This took me a long time, sorry but hope you enjoyed it. This is definitely not the ending, please keep an eye out for the third and last part (which will probably be smut xD).

Also, I have an announcement *drums, please* we’ve reached 100 followers!!!!! And as a thank you gift, we’ll be having a week of daily fics 03/22-28 (not only about Kakashi, but also other Naruto boys). I’ve already planned some of the fics, but I’m open to any specific requests.

I deeply want to thank you for all the support you’ve given me. Thank you, thank you, thank you ❤️

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[thefanbasewhore]

“Are you drunk?”

Summary: [Number 50 from the prompt list: “Are you drunk?” “Not nearly enough.”] Contains season 2 spoilers. Din is having a hard time letting go of Grogu but reader is always there to help him. Din realizes just how much he needs a hug.

Warning/Content: Alcohol consumption, fluff, angst, drunk Din. Din is uncharacteristic and soft in this. Unestablished relationship but there are feelings there.

It’s been days since the child had been returned to the Jedi and Din has been gone for close to the same amount of time. While he vowed he’d be back, that he would never be able to part with you as well.. it was doubtful, every minute felt like an hour, with no communication it’s amazing you lasted this long already. It’s hard to blame the man for wanting to be alone, the first person he’s cared about in years is gone, and it weighs heavy but then again before you and Grogu all he knew was the lingering silence that came with it, so being alone wasn’t that bad.

Just the way he walked that day was different, feet move heavily not steady and silent, the helmet never goes back on, he feels restricted enough, Boba’s ship was filled with a silence that made everyone tense, no one dared speak. 

It hurts though, the Mandalorian has always been at your finger tips, so close but so far. It’s back and forth, while he would love nothing more then to admit he can’t live without you. Grogu has always been the first priority, there was never time to fully act on such feelings. There were shaky moments of meaningful touches, almost kisses but something seemed to always get in the way and now it seemed like your biggest regret. Fearing the worst that something had happened, you’d never feel those lips against your own or worse..

Your eyes never seem to leave the beskar staff as it still leans against the unused chair of the kitchen table… He wouldn’t leave it right? Like forever and leave you here without a word? 

His blaster which was thrown almost as simultaneously as he walked through the door mumbling he would be back still in the same spot. That was almost three days ago and now you felt your lip quiver, seriously doubting his return. But then again the Mandalorian has no promise to you, while he had admitted the harboring admiration he holds, it was never talked about, it’s too touchy, there’s always more important things to do. The Mandalorian didn’t do feelings, actually avoided them at all costs. 

The planet Boba had brought you to per Din’s request is peaceful, it’s beautiful and filled with deep forest and clear waters but it’s loud, parties parade the streets every night, drinking, laughing, bright lights that make it almost impossible to sleep as they move to the beat of the music. It’s the total opposite of what Din is, he’s quiet, calculating, hates big crowds but maybe it’s the change he was looking for, somewhere in all this chaos would hold the answers to all his questions. Somehow he felt safe enough here to keep you in the Inn by yourself for days, leaving more than enough credits for food and pretty much anything your heart would desire.

During the first day of his disappearance you decided to go shopping, there’s a small marketplace during the day when the town is peaceful, so lovely it’s almost impossible to believe that it turns into one giant rave at night. The beautiful satin dresses that lined with varies of shapes and lines, and bright strange colors that match the planet so well.

You’re wearing one now, it’s a little uncharacteristic of you. Not typically a fan of them mostly because they’re not very practical when it comes from hiding a baby from the empire especially with all the running and blaster fights but this one fits well. It’s dips into your chest, the tops of breast swells pressed against the tight fabric, thin straps across your collar bones reveal the smooth, sun-kissed skin (the beautiful land irritates your skin just a little but it’s a good sting), it shapes your curves in all the right ways, the dress ends mid thigh but the right leg has a small slit that just goes a little more further giving the illusion of beautiful, endless legs. Truthfully, you probably were never going to wear it but found yourself running out of clothes, everything you ever owned was destroyed along with the crest. 

The ending of the dress is nice though, just enough fabric for your fingers to reach and fiddle nervously while you try and read the pages of the book in front of you but you just can’t seem to concentrate, looking from words to the door with hopes today will be the day he finally makes his return. The chair is uncomfortable, unforgiving as it digs into the center of your back but it gives the perfect sight of the door, you can’t find it in your heart to move.. just in case. 

It seems as if the Maker himself has heard you as the clicking of the door lock makes you stiffen, fingers tightening around the binding of the book as you hear pounds inside your ears. The Mandalorian stumbles through the door way, movements slow and shaky as his fingers yank the helmet from his head to release his untamed, greasy hair, eye blotched with dark circles clearly exhausted but it’s the lost look as he looks at the floor confused as he really, really concentrates on walking straight, one foot in front of the other flat hands reach out to steady himself but still manages to still trip but then there’s a giggle, a small, joyful sound that makes your jaw almost drop. Never in all the months spend in the closed, tight quarters have you heard that sound.

“Are you drunk?” The words leave your lips immediately, shock written all over your features. While you never heard a giggle, there were moments close to it but never, ever did you think the Mandalorian would drink… It’s normal for anyone else but him. The small divests that form at the end of his smile, sinking in his cheeks makes it hard to breath, so handsome and he doesn’t even know it.

“Not nearly enough.” The dimpled smile points towards the floor trying to concentrate on his next step as you can’t help but think how he managed to come back to you like this. He’s distracted, hasn’t even had a few extra moments to steal a glance in your direction but when he does he almost doesn’t notice at first, looking back down but his head almost snaps back at you, eyes soften almost immediately.

He stands only a few feet away now, not hiding the way eyes shift from the softness of your thighs, up the fabric that just fits so nicely against unrevealed skin as the skirt of the dress hikes higher and higher up soft skin until it reaches the perkiness of breasts. The imagine alone is now going to be forever stained to his brain, mouth drying as you blush under his lingering gaze. “Mesh'la.”

Even through his own drunk haze he can see the confusion against the soft curve of your face as fingers reach out to your flexed knee, limp against the chair as fingers grasp it. His fingers tingle with the feeling of the smooth skin up until they reach to cup the outside of your thigh right where the dress ends, fiddling the silk of the fabric with gentle tugs.  The messy curls are now inches from your face, swollen lips from being wrapped around the rim of an open bottle for days, you try to hide the way the close proximity makes your nose wrinkle from smell of booze. Eyes lower as you mutter, “Are you alright Din?”

He chooses to ignore the words only now sinking to his knees in front of you, using his body weight to spread legs for he can fit inside them, rest his head against your lap, unsure eyes meet your own, nerves coat his throat. Lips move under your knee, a small kiss that makes your chest stop momentarily breathing, he’s never done that before.. kiss you. “It means beautiful.. I love this dress, you look pretty.”

It catches you off guard, freezes any movements except rubbing his chin against the fat of your inner thigh. It’s not sexual, anything but he’s looking for comfort,  seeking it in the warmth of your skin that molds so perfectly against his own. “Pretty girl, you always look so, so  pretty.”

The words send your skin into an absolute fit of heat but you don’t get much time to think about it before he’s turning from you, still between the warmth of your legs but now his back touches the chair as fingers nimbly pull at the chest plate of beskar letting it fall to the ground with a clatter but he doesn’t seem to care to much as he’s pulling at the laces of his boots but failing with an audible groan of annoyance. “Do you need help Din?”

“Yes pretty girl.” The nickname sticks, makes it almost impossible to meet his eyes due to the shyness that hazes over you. Standing up to move sends him back into the chair with small thump but grumbles as he sits up to watch you sit in front of him, pulling the string of the laces loosely. Skin feels hot under his gaze, never leaving the soft curve of your nose, frustration that wrinkles your forehead, the corner of his lips turning expanding across his cheeks at how cute you are?

Even though It’s been almost a week since he’s broke the creed and a long ride to take in the hard brown eyes, the cute bump on the bridge of his nose that slightly wrinkles when he smiles, like the one that touches his cheeks now. “You need to sober up Din.” 

“Mmmmmm.” He presses a finger against his temple like his brain is working extra hard to think as a goofy grin meets your gaze. “No.”

You can’t help but feel the small grin tug at your lips, eyes peering up to meet his. It hangs in the air, the lingering unspoken situation that has your own chest feeling heavy, the only reason he’s so intoxicated. Yours is heavy but his feels absolutely crushing, makes it hard to breath, to feel anything but deep numbing pain that makes his lips quiver, eyes welt with tears. Emotions were..difficult for Din, almost every day was a fighting battle to keep them at fingertips length but the quiet moments in between soft glances from you throughout the whole ride to this planet filled the gaps, snapping something inside him, suddenly he felt everything.

The loss of his son had hit him like a ton of bricks but only opened how he felt for you, it all hit him so suddenly he could barely breath, think straight, he had to get away to clear his head but his heart just hurt too much. 

“You know you can talk to me? I’m always here for you.” The words stop him for a second as he takes in the sights of you, pulling at his boots to free his aching feet. He didn’t want to talk about it, didn’t want to remember the pain the alcohol numbs, he just wanted you. Despite how much his finger twitch to touch your cheeks, pull you close against his body he’s confused, frustrated maybe? 

It makes him embarrassed, cheeks tingle pink at the thought of touching you but his hands were stained red it would taint your innocence to press them to the soft skin of your collarbones, run them over the smooth bony prominence, touch your cheeks no matter how much he wanted to. 

Sighing you lean forward, closer to his face at his silence. The internal fight is not hidden from his features, his brows creasing with thought, lip tucking into his bottom lip while unsure eyes meet his trembling hands. It’s instant, not giving yourself a second to think about it as you lean over, warmth spreads throughout his whole body as you sit on his lap, arms wrapping around his trunk until they lace together against his back, forehead resting against his neck with a sigh. “I’m here Din.”

With those three words he feels his eyes sting, chest moving faster and faster as nerves pinch his face but there’s a sudden warmth that fills his chest, makes his heart thump extra loud against ears. The crushing feeling temporarily lifted as finds himself leaning closer and closer to you until his cheek presses against your hair. Long arms closing any distance between the pair, trapping you between strong arms. It’s a soft cry one that makes you want look up to tell him everything is going to be okay but decide it’s probably best to press a small kiss against the thick tunic, right over his heart. Din Djarin has never hugged another person since he was a child but with you, all his problems seems to disappear, your smell calming nerves, your hair against his face reminding him that you’ve always been here, will never leave no matter how hard he tries to push you away. Din never realized how much he missed hugs until now. 

Soft tears drip off pink cheeks, forming in the small dips of where your clavicle and shoulder meet, the chest underneath you stutters and heaves but you can’t miss the words as they move so freely past his lips. “I haven’t hugged someone since I was a child, I’m glad it’s you pretty girl. Thank you..”

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[siremasterlawrence]

29 days to my 37th Bday Series

Birthday Harem Series: Transforming Henry

Commencing A Harem

It’s been a complicating process for me in all of my years finding my place in out of the total craziness spinning in my head.

I cannot believe my illness, bad luck and all of the negative depressive feedback coming in so I felt that I deserve to take what I want.

Instead I get this I laugh a bit letting a gold key slide from my sleeve of my jacket in to my hand.

The light shines on glowing brightly I think to myself flipping in in to the air landing back on my palm.

I see a strange inscription something in real ancient Egyptian a glint goes in to my eyes in fiery passion.

Walking up to the wall I slip the key into a hole appearing magically in the door it slid open.

I push the key in turning the key deep inside of room the light washes over us it shines on to me.

“The one who reads this translation is the one true man if power and virtue to take up the mantle of Pharoh.”

The room vanishes in flash of black covering every crevice of the room I am standing in a state of pitch black.

The light return’s singling on me I can see a second one reigning in no one in particular a very empty space.

My mind felt quite odd like it was something Is about to spark an idea shaking me to the core.

My eyes blow up in an aura of heavy blue with many images of random guys I have met over the years are showcase to me.

There is this one guy so massively built the size of a tank stuck in some tight clothes made to show off.

His cockiness knows no bounds desiring to be what everyone wants to hate, manipulate and use others.

Complete abusive asshole who lives to truly make others suffer mentally, emotionally and physically.

“Stop!”

“Henry! Is that his name? He is so fucking hot.”

“Would you like him?”

“Yes”

“He is mine”

“Take ownership of him”

“Beginning interface “

“Choose the avatar”

“Creative his ideal version “

“Build a man in process”

“100 percent”

“He will be ready in ten minutes “

“Pharoh Lawrence “

“My name is Henry Cavill”

“How may be of service to you ?”

“Kneel and shut up “

“Yes Pharoh”

“I said shut the fuck up “

“Mmmmmm”

“Spread your legs”

“Undo your belt and drop it “

“Hands behind your back “

“Good boi! Don’t move I am copping a feel”

“Good firm property”

“Mmmmmm”

“You love that I can see”

“Yes Pharoh”

“Zip it bitch “

“Yes Pharoh”

It’s about time I think to myself remember all that horrible things people have said and done to me.

I stand behind him smack him hard across the face then grab his chin upward in to the sky.

Pressing it hard on my con I sends his body go limp with great expectations as it grows super thick.

Using my arms I slid down to his hips pulling his shirt over his head I take a whiff of his scent.

It’s so strong permeating my nose it dives super deep regaining control I shove his neck to face my shirt.

Before he can think his nose in drop deep in to my arm pits forcing my scent in to tone nostrils.

“How do you like my scent?”

“Oh Pharoh! You smell so damn wonderful “

“Kiss it, lick it, suck it and taste it”

“Mmmmm….fuck”

“FUCK PHAROH!”

“Taste the rainbow bitch”

The end

Harem Series: Chris Hotel Perchance

nry and I board the elevator of the hotel resort with the most stars and notoriety to boot.

The door swings to the main floor as we exit on to the carpet the door is at the end of the lengthy hall.

Poor Henry putting his body on display full

frontal and backward easily his shirts lifts up under the weight of the bags.

His pants pulls down a bit the crease no longer covering his ass in all its splendorous glory.

We stop at the door my hand reaching to my pocket and swipe the door to allow us in to the room.

I am in amazement at the magnificent man who so currently standing by the window in a rage.

He is a screaming at a whatever poor man, or woman who is in the other end of the cell phone.

His booms loudly ricocheting from one end of the wall to the other hitting me head on as I watch in lust.

He stops hanging up the phone he throws it across the room in fiery passion he turns it face the window.

He can’t believe the reality of it all his hands are bouncing on the glass angrily I could see the pain his eyes,

I want to assume control him it’s sending a chill down spine and pricking my cock up its is so hot.

I am more turned in then ever my loins are being pulled in a thousand different types of directions s

.

“Excuse me! Who are you ?”

“Hello! I am Lawrence”

“This is”

“Henry his slave “

“What the shit”

“Get out of here”

“Sorry can’t do that “

“This is my room”

“Impossible “

“They over booked”

“I am about to call and yell at their asses “

“Or what?”

“Listen you …”

“I suggest you listen to me in fact that is all you can do.”

“Follow my hand…SNAP!”

“Uuugggghhhhhhh”

“Doesn’t that make you much happier”

“Docile and agreeable”

“Oh yes! My Pharoh”

“This is my room now “

“I could not disagree “

“SNAP!”

“I am so sorry for my behavior earlier “

“Are you certain?”

“Naturally”

“My life is in your hand “

“Do as you wish “

“Good boi “

“Sir Pharoh Sir”

“Express your love with me by making love to me.”

“With pleasure”

“Master please don’t “

“Back off Henry boi, Master is taking me for a ride tonight not you.

The end

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Blue Eyes

This fic was inspired by the song Emerald Eyes by Anson Seabra

Word Count: 1,527

It was a boring Saturday, you were in between bad guys and the rest was unusual but welcome. The Salvatore house was the ideal place to relax and hang out, it was much more spacious and some how more like home than your actual home. You had been listening to music through your earbuds on the couch, bouncing your foot to the beat. Kai sat across the living room, diving into one of the old books from Stefan's collection on the wall. After listening to Emerald Eyes you decided exactly what you wanted to do that night. Putting your earbuds away, you cross over to Kai and drum a little pattern on his knees. "Hey, Parker. I want to show you something cool tonight." Putting his book down slightly he looked up with a curious smile, his blue eyes gleaming in the sun beam streaming from the tall window. "What is it?" "I want to show you the state park, we'll have a picnic up in my favorite spot and look at the stars." You flashed him a cheesy smile and wiggled your eyebrows. Ugh, I am so bad at this flirting thing. "Sounds fun. It's about damn time we got out of the house. I'll get the picnic basket ready." Half an hour later and you were both packed up and ready to head out. Kai pulled his favorite blue car up to the front so you could both hop in. With a creak and a thud, you closed the passenger door and slid in close enough to where you could rest your head on his shoulder if you wanted.  "Which way is the state park?" Kai asked, putting the car in gear as you started to roll onward. "Just follow the highway and you'll go straight to it." you tried to give a confident smile but you felt so nervous inside. Tonight is the night. The car ride was a blast, you found the rock and roll station and Kai turned the volume up. With windows rolled down, your hair blew wildly as the both of you sang along to the blaring music. Rolling hills turned into pine tree covered mountains, rocky cliffs started to appear here and there. The fresh forest air filled the cabin and you knew you were close to the entrance. “Right there.” you motioned and Kai slowed down to turn into the park. You turned the music down to hear him ask,“Which way now?” “Go left, the scenic view starts there.” you squirmed playfully, excited for the nights events about to unfold. Kai responded in turn by bumping his elbow against you with a smirk. The drive on the scenic view was surreal, not much needed to be said as you stared out the windows in wonder of nature’s artwork. Wildflowers were scattered here and there, the tall trees making a scene just for the two of you, showing off the fluttering leaves and the sound of the birds chirping away. About 10 minutes into the drive you reached the top of the mountains. There were wide, open spacious views of the surrounding mountains and hills. A green valley spread below while to the right it turned into a beautiful rocky canyon. Kai pulled the car to a stop in the mini parking space by the covered picnic area. He reached back to pull out the large picnic basket which looked to be filled to the brim with food. “Is here good?” Kai motioned to one of the large picnic tables. “Nope!” you shouted, still getting the blankets out of the backseat, “Go out to the big grassy area and find us a nice spot!” You bit your lip in excitement and Kai walked around in the grass trying to find just the right spot. He wanted this night to be perfect. He had never really gone on trips with just Y/N before and it was exciting, he was new to emotions but he always felt a different kind when he was with her. There was some emotion that he couldn’t describe, he tried to talk to Damon about how his stomach did flips like he was going to puke, his heart raced and he felt warm, he wanted to know what it meant but Damon just laughed and walked away. Maybe tonight he would find out. At last he found the perfect spot and just in time as Y/N came over with the thick blanket to lay down. “Mmmmmm I’m hungry! What did you pack?” your hand bumped into Kai’s as you both tried to open the basket.

 “Ha..Let me get it out.” Kai winked at you. 

You playfully rolled your eyes, used to Kai’s pretentious flirting. Did his cheeks turn pink? No. No way, you’re just imagining. You scoot back, giving him room to spread out the assortment of food he had packed.

“Damn- I didn’t know you could fit that much food in there. This looks amazing!” 

Kai gave you a proud smile, “I’ve had time to practice my cooking.” 

Digging into the food, your stomach had a taste of heaven. Kai closed his eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the sun on his skin. You allowed your eyes to wander over him as he sat back on his arms peacefully. He opened his eyes and you cleared your throat, looking away quickly to avoid his suspicion. Once you were both full, Kai packed up the basket and set it off to the side. The sun had almost finished setting, the orange, pink and purple streaks quickly fading. Kai and you both laid down onto your backs with a content sigh. A chill started to kick in as the temperature dropped and out of instinct you both moved closer together. Kai’s put his arms up above his head to relax, for some reason it was so attractive even though he didn’t mean for it to be. His muscles flexed through his shirts created butterflies in your stomach. You could only imagine what it would feel like to be held in his arms. Kai looked up to the night sky, he couldn’t help himself from looking over at you. The way you gazed up in wonder, and how your eyes sparkled from the reflection of the stars. Humming, he allowed one of his arms to droop around your shoulder. You pretended not to notice, not wanting to make a bigger deal out of it than you should. Your heart said otherwise. 

“Look. Look right there at the colors changing!” you pointed, trying to show Kai the discovery you had made. 

“I don’t see what you’re pointing to.” he furrowed his eyebrows. 

You moved in closer trying again but he hummed a no in response. You made a risky decision but decided it would be worth it. You rolled on top of him, his chest pressed flush against your back and you held one if his arms against your stomach while pointing up to the sky with your other hand.

 “Look,” you giggled, “do you see it now?” You leaned your head back so you could look at  him. 

“I see it- what is it?”

“I have no idea- but it’s beautiful.” you leaned your cheek against his to look back up. 

Your smell was intoxicating to him, the rose aroma flooding his senses until all he could think about was you on top of him. He loved the feel of your body rising and falling against him.

 Kai breathed into your ear, “Just like you.” 

Your breath hitched, unsure if you really heard what you thought you did. Suddenly Kai’s hands moved to your waist to turn you over. He moved one hand to the middle of your back and drew lazy circles. The light breeze floated her hair into a halo, his breath caught at the sight and he moved his fingers through your hair. You loved the feel of his hand against you and felt a slight chill when the cold from his rings made contact with your bare skin. Even with the temperatures dropping, you didn’t feel the cold. You decided this was the moment. 

“I love you.” you said softly, looking at the man who was your all and everything.

“You- love me?” his hand froze on your back and he rubbed your cheek with his thumb.

“More than life itself.” you responded without hesitating.

“I- um- sorry, I get nervous around such a pretty girl. You make my heart race, and the smell of you absolutely drives me wild.”

You looked down and blushed. Kai gently brought his fingers beneath your chin and lifted your eyes to meet his. “I love you too.” 

Mind racing, his hand slid down to your throat. The cold of his silver rings gave you goosebumps and just like that- he pulled you towards him, lips colliding into a sweet and tender kiss. A kiss of passion that starry-eyed dreamers wait their whole lives for. The kiss between two people who have at long last found their soul mate. Time stood still, the universe paused to watch the epic moment of the beginning of a love story like no other. 

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[sugarakis-p2]

High stakes and blood ch2

The Index is a complicated place only the desperate end up at, and Rebel has been there most of her life. Rebel makes it to the Index and has to deal with the Count. Naughty Count.

No Shiggy in this one but he will be in the next one I promise.

Warning: Blood, smut, and bad words

Chapter 1

Chapter 2: New Deal

Her lungs burned, her legs burned. She can see the Index. Something nasty is chasing her, and all she must do is get past the gate. The vampires had already seen her.

Lungs are burning, something crashing through trees behind her, she can hear branches snapping dirt being kicked up in the air. A screech echoes in her ears, she knows that sound, it is a fucking griffin. She can understand why they would be pissed.

She smells like a Mothman, one that has been ripping apart any griffin that goes near the hive or sphinx territory. She's not worried. She can outrun griffins. She sees the Count and runs past him, her legs giving, knees turned to sap, and she crumples to the ground. Her lungs on fire, the whole world too bright and hazy around the edges. The Count is cutting his wrist, his blood arching, then the griffin is a burst of feathers and gore. Buckets of water are being poured over her. The Count is casually walking to her, amused. The Count was always amused by Rebel. She sees his grinning face as she blacks out, several hands groping and pulling as vampires shout above her.

The Count is watching her sleep. She was used to creepy things like this. As she stirs, he was right there, a bemused smile on his face. "Good morning Mabel May SmithHammer. My dear, have some tea." He hands her a cup. Things like this, things the Count remember being human but not quite right. This is him trying, so she sips the tea and gives him a smile. He always put her in the next best suite. The bed hurt compared to the nest she shares with Shiggy. The Count leans on his cane, watching Rebels throat as she swallows. He looks like a very handsome young man in his twenties, with long wavy locks and a jawline that has sliced the heart of thousands of creatures, males and females. He's just another monster to Rebel. The Count showed her his ugly side long ago, and she has never forgotten.

"You know, ever since your Daddy dragged you in here, I always knew you would come back to us. The House always wins. I hope you don't mind. I had the ladies give you the normal scrub and put you in your pretty dress. Destiny Rebel, the House always wins." "Thank you." She says. He laughs. Rebel hates his laugh it's misleading in how pretty it is. "You hate it, I can tell, but I do insist. My dear, you are so full of surprises. You survived and had a little grub." He touches his nose. "I can smell the milk, dear. What do you want? What has that little brain plotted?" He pretends excitement. "Or has sweet Rebel finally come home?" "I want to see Master Kai." The Count laughs, not amused. "I got the tea from an intere…." "Tomura is coming. He's coming, and I'm running out of time. I don't have time for your games." "Mmmmmm, poor Jenny. Sold to the Lycanthropes for half of your value to the Mothmen. But to be fair, she didn't have half your talent." "You know you should be the Master." "Then there is your Uncle Zee, heard he has two more years." "I can save all my family." "Your poor Daddy doesn't have the skills he used you, and big brother is struggling." She sighs at him. His little mind games go on and on if she lets him. "What's the price?" "Very high. You know he's completely mad? I don't think your mate will like the cost." "Shiggy is not here right now, is he, and I wouldn't have to pay this cost had he listened to me."

"Oh my. Trouble in paradise? You know you're not that sweet-smelling virgin anymore; it will be difficult for me. Even with the carrot, he is still pissed at how defiant you've been, and I was tasked with winning you back. When you sold yourself to the Mothman, it did not help our relationship. He is livid, mostly at my failure. I'm the one taking all the risk; it's on me." "For fucks sakes Cain, what's the price?" The Count bristled at hearing his name. Not many know his actual name, but not many have known The Count all their life as Rebel has. For the first time in a long time, The Count did not look amused. His grin dropping. "You are always so rebellious. Rebel suits you much better than Mabel May. You know better than to call me that. Your mate is quite an impressive creature. "Turned me down. Just how deadly is he?" "I'm scared of him. I'm not scared of you." "You think he can get rid of Master Kai?" "He could, but I don't see why." "Oh? He's that scary?" "Yes," she says matter of fact. He eyes her suspiciously, then he breaks out in a grin, amused. "I know he can, but what if we can get him out of your way?" she asks.

"My nose can smell everything. It can smell opportunities in the air. It can smell the past and the future." His hand his snaking up her dress. His long fingers are playing with her garter belt. "For instance, you have two males at the same time, very naughty of you. Then there is the time we met; I smelled the future on you. At some point, you would give in, beg me for my help. Do it, Rebel." "What about the payment being getting rid of Master Kai, that should be enough?"

"Master Kai went from dead to out of your way, Count. We both know that's not a guarantee, your blood, your body for just one night. That's a guarantee." She hikes up the frumpy dress the Count loves seeing her in. She grabs him by his long hair and shoves his mouth against her inner thigh. Right where her carotid artery is. He sighs, and his whole body eases in satisfaction. Vampires are easy to seduce. "Cain," He nips at her for that. "I need your help; I need to see Master Kai. I will pay with my blood and body. I want you to take them. Pretty please, make the meeting happen. No turning or draining me to death," His lips are trembling the tip of his tongue runs along her pulse.

"I'm sure I'll regret it. You have that much faith in your primitive Mothman." He closes his eyes and inhales her scent. "Fine, I really shouldn't want you this badly. I practically raised you." She snaps, pushes him away, and slaps him hard, a crack that reverberated off the walls. Her rage is overflowing. "You never raised me! I have a family that loves me! They raised me, you fucking monster!" He's on top of her tearing her dress apart. "Oh, yes! I want your blood boiling! How about you call me Daddy while I'm in you!" "I hate you, Cain! Small dicked parasite!" She's hitting and trying to claw his eyes out. His hand is painfully over her mouth as she bites him. He laughs and squeezes his blood on her face.

"Here! Have a taste, little baby girl!" she goes limp. He growls and shakes her. ""Fuck! It is never the fun way with you. Gods damn it! Why do you do this anytime I'm having fun? This isn't going to stop me. I know you are still awake and pissed. You know I sold your stupid fucking sister. I arranged it all. She was a stupid bitch, so I threw her to the dogs. You didn't bother to train her well, wasn't even worth the effort I put in," She can't help panting with rage. But the harder she fought, the worse it would be for her. Only The Count can get her to Master Kai. He rips off the rest of her clothes. She is ragdoll as he teases her about. She doesn't move or look at him as he is undresses and is completely naked in front of her. She doesn't react when he slaps her or when he says foul things. Not, as he rubs his cock between her thighs and breasts.

"I trained you too well. I still won't stop; it doesn't matter to me if you like it. If this is the best I can get, I will take it." She knows he's dragging this out on purpose. He says he doesn't care but she can see his frustration.

"Price went up to participate." She tells him. She reaches up and grabs his hair and yanks his head down to look at her. "Master Kai and one million gold minimum for Tomura. Give Tomura a thousand gold. You be gentle with me, and we never talk about this. It has to be sworn in blood." He laughs at her request which turns into a lustful moan as she yanks harder. The Count is a real talker before ravishing his prey. He made her watch once. Rebel used to be scared. Mothmen broke her of the fear of sex and violence. Now she just wishes to get it over with. She hates to admit he is attractive, and his cock doesn't painfully knot. This may not be as horrible as it has been with Shiggy.

"Awwww, Does our Rebel love her barbarian rapist? You don't want him to know about our little fun? Oh, my dear. Had I known, I would have killed him at the door." He breathed in her ear. She is getting heated. Not because she loves Shiggy. No, not that. Memories flash of the times he has been kind to her and she pushes it violently to the back of her mind. She doesn't want to think about him at this time.

"Should have. You know it's about family; also, I don't want him to kill me." She sneers at him. "Oh dear, who are you trying to convince?" She gives him a dirty look and goes limp again. He moves to place himself between her legs. Grabbing her ankle and placing it on his shoulder. "Fine, I am nothing if not a good host. I will give into your demands, my baby girl. Gentle, like the gentleman I am, it is." He tenderly pushes two of his fingers in her mouth. She sucks them, wetting them with her spit, her smooth tongue rolls under his touch.

"He's trained you so well. Remember to participate like a good little girl. Do you have any idea what you smell like to us?" He pops his fingers out of her mouth and rubs her clit.

"You told me once when I was little." This conversation disgusts her. He shoves his fingers knuckle deep, making her squirm. Gliding and gently pressing her sweet spots; he is talented. "Most humans smell like walking pork chops. Your scent sets our senses on fire. I remember when I first saw you. Your heart pumped like a scared rabbit, your blood the sizzling smell of flesh boiling cloves and blackberries. Encased in savory innocence. As you got older, your scent aged like a fine wine. It now carries a tang of rosemary and buttery cream. The heat of your skin is finer than any perfume. Our dicks grow hard while our mouths water." To emphasize, he slurps his drool from his fangs.

"I don't understand why vampires have sex. Sound like you rather eat me. Can't you just suck me and get this over with?" The Count gives her a throaty chuckle. His fangs are growing longer, gleaming in the candlelight, as the tips threaten to sink in her flesh. As he glides closer to her middle, his fingers working like magic in her, his thumb rubs her clit.

"I was once human. Vampire's evolution is macro; if we don't use it, we lose it. I always enjoyed carnal pleasures, it's the spice of life past. It also has other benefits that suit our preys' taste. It feels good to warm up our meal, heart pumping faster, blood heating. It intensifies the scent, the look of heaven trapped in their eyes, as they squeeze and coax hell from us. Then when we bite into the tender flesh, the burst of flavor pouring hot blood down our gullet is the most erotic experience." He pulls his digits out and licks Rebel off them.

"All those heightened senses, we know when our little prey is about to cum before they do. Again, call me Daddy when you do cum all over this cock. I know it's not the size you are used to, but we can make do, my dear." He orders. "That's revolting and disturbing." Rebel mumbles. She misses his fingers. He nestles her leg between the crook of his neck. "Or Tomura. I don't mind if you imagine me as someone you actually want to be with. Participation, remember." "I'll remember that." She hisses at him. He grins at her, amused as he hugs her leg, sinking himself slowly between her wet folds. Groaning as he plants himself deep. She grips the sheets and closes her eyes as he begins to roll his hips. He laughs. "Which one is the rumor, dear, do pussies get wrecked or that Mothmen have dicks like bulls because you are still tight, baby girl." These mind games are the worst, and they never stop around The Count.

"I don't call him Tomura. The pussy being wrecked, Cain." He runs his hand down to her ass, squeezing and kneading her lovingly before smacking her hard. She grits her teeth and growls at him. “Un-uh, Daddy or Tomura. For this game if you want to call me anything it's one of those two. Don't break our deal. Here I'll help. I will spell it inside you. Although you did get a little tighter. If you like it rougher, I can be harsher, my little Rebel." She stares at him with seething hate. He does as promised, slowly spelling out each letter against her sensitive walls. She closes her eyes. He is experienced, but she misses the words of encouragement with chirps and coos. Laws can't be broken in The Index; he can never talk about this.

"Tomura, harder." She breathes. Her blood is heating in rage with herself, shame, and arousal. The Count laughs and gives her what she wants. He's grinding deep in her, slicking against her walls. He rubs her clit. Both are panting and moaning. Her blood is starting to boil, her skin is hot, her heart matching the pace of his new relentless stride. He grabbed her other leg and put it on his other shoulder, enfolding her into a mating press. His hot breath is on her neck, her pulsing beating in his ears, traveling through his aching prick. It's hard for Rebel to breathe as he presses down to pound her deeper. She's gasping as he licks her nipple, taking a small taste of her leaking breasts. It makes her wet nipples pucker in the cold air as he moves back to her neck.

"Harder," She gasps. The lack of oxygen is causing a buzzing in her mind. Her orgasm is snowballing. Building until it crashes into The Count. He releases the press, burning pain shoots through her neck. It's lighting of pain that ebbs with his sucking. She inhales but struggles to free the air. Her mouth surges with the coppery taste of death. Her heart is pounding against her chest like a frightened bird. White stars are bursting in her vision as darkness floods around the edges.

She can feel everything slow and get colder. She's getting to weak to struggle as she loses consciousness.

Chapter 3

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