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bunny584 · 3 months

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OBSESSED: SHOKO (feat. The Boys)

A/N: This took an entirely different route than I expected when I first started dribbling it. This was a fun one 🤭

C/W: Cuckholding, Mature, 18+

Fact: You are the hottest woman alive.

Fact: Shoko is no better than a man.

Shoko is no better than a man because she has used you — your pictures, your smile, your tight hugs — as her personal spank bank.

Truthfully, she can’t really pinpoint the moment you broke her brain.

All she remembers is that there was an inflection point in time. Before meeting you. And after meeting you.

And the funniest part of it all is that you two have nothing in common.

Shoko is a sorcerer at Jujutsu Tech. You are a normie at University of Tokyo.

Shoko can count on one hand how many people she can tolerate. People flock to you in droves. And you like it.

Shoko is red wine and cigarettes. You are champagne and birthday cake.

So how the hell did a bubble gum, pretty pink, girly girl, princess work her way into Shoko’s life? And take permanent residence in a little (extremely large) part of her brain?

Not to mention the havoc you are wreaking in her heart. Whatever is left of the cold, shriveled plumbing system keeping her alive.

When was it exactly?

Shoko lights another cigarette on her short 2 mile walk home. You have a habit of making her burn through her vices.

Was it the night you went out dancing?

When the dress you wore made Shoko see God?

You grinded every part of your mind-altering curves on her, and Shoko left sopping wet. At home she immediately reached for her vibrator. Unable to look herself in the eye for a full day after that.

Or maybe it was the time you fell asleep curled up in her lap. Wearing one of her old ratty softball shirts, smelling like her shampoo. Small, rhythmic breaths flowing from your lips.

You looked like the missing puzzle piece in Shoko’s life.

No, no.

It’s definitely was the time you came barreling into her apartment with balloons and flowers and cupcakes that were too sweet. All because Shoko had finally mastered her reversed curse technique before the prodigal sons.

You can barely even grasp the concept of curses. And why would you?

A soft, gentle soul like you couldn’t muster enough negativity to form a curse.

You live in the clouds. Among the angels. You can’t see curses and yet — somehow —you’re the most supernatural person in any room.

She’s completely, fully, idiotically smitten with you.

And so is everybody else.

You pretty, unaware little thing. You have the two strongest sorcerers at Jujutsu Tech and their personal medic wrapped around your dainty fingers and you have no idea.

Suguru? He stares. Vision sharper than a hawk. He watches you talk, eat, walk, text, think. Suguru anticipates your next breath and would kiss oxygen into your mouth if he could. Even still, despite how taken he is, Suguru is the best at concealing his puppy love.

Satoru is the absolute worst.

Limitless goes off the second you step into a room. And Satoru rarely clicks off his technique otherwise. Even when it’s just Shoko or Suguru around.

He all but chains you to his body. He’s always lifting you, hugging you, carrying you, holding your hand, holding your hair. Satoru would crawl inside of your body and live there, if he could.

Then there’s Shoko.

Who seethes when anyone looks your way. But also masturbates to the thought of other people touching you.

A fucking mess of a conundrum, right?

The first time it happened was about 8 months ago. Definitely one too many glasses of Cabernet were poured. You two were gabbing on the phone. Exchanging the best and worst sex you’ve had to date.

And you. In that melodic, breathy, gossamer thin voice of yours that belongs in Heaven’s choir started saying the dirtiest things. About how cock-drunk you were. How you begged and pleaded for more. Swallowed cum like it was your only sustenance. And squirted all over your lover, only to kiss it off his face after.

Shoko touched herself until she came right then and there. On the phone. You unknowingly talking her through her one of the most satisfying orgasms of her life.

Since then it’s been a horrible habit she’s given into time and time again.

And who’s to say? Maybe it’s from constantly being in the shadows of Suguru’s Sun and Satoru’s Moon that there’s comfort in watching from the side lines?

Maybe she’s found the sweet pleasure in that pain and it’s manifested as her lust for others having their way with you? And her blind infatuation with you?

No, wait.

Not blind.

With you it’s like she has the Six Eyes. And with you, so does everyone else.

Shoko drags in a long, exasperated breath. Pausing just outside her apartment entrance, stomping out the last of her menthol.

If the time she spent mulling over you in her mind could be converted caloric energy - she’d be a supermodel by now.

Whatever.

Today’s the best day of the week. Friday.

Which means when Shoko opens her door, you’re going to be fussing about the kitchen. Cooking some kind of dessert for Movie Night.

The Boys usually trip over themselves getting to Shoko’s apartment after classes. But there’s always an idyllic 15 minutes where Shoko has you all to herself.

15 minutes in Heaven. Like she’s a damn middle school girl.

Shoko opens her door and nearly flatlines.

You’re evil.

An evil, mean, cruel tease.

You KNOW anyone with eyes would have a stroke at the site of you.

Fully bent over at the waist, rummaging through pots and pans. Not a single blemish on your silky smooth skin. Your lilac boy shorts could not BE any tighter. And of course, they’re just short enough to not cover the plump shelf of your lower ass cheeks.

Shoko’s hands start twitching. Like she’s going through withdrawal.

You pop back up with a triumphant “there it is!” An empty small pot in your hands. And Shoko thinks she’ll have to add a heart attack to her growing list of ailments.

Your matching lilac tank top is egregiously and deliciously small. The sliver of tummy between the hem of the top and waist of your shorts could bring civilizations to collapse.

Not to mention that the apartment is cold. And your nipples are so painfully responsive.

Sin.

You are sin.

Wrapped in the most beautiful frame of a woman.

“Babe!! You’re already home. I let myself in because the icing for these cupcakes takes forever to get right.”

You flash your Colgate smile, ensnaring Shoko in your trap.

“You’re going to give Satoru and Suguru a heart attack.” Her, you’re going to give her a heart attack.

“Hmm? Why do you say that?” So non-chalant. So oblivious.

Shoko gestures to your outfit. Attempting to mirror your nonchalance. But, ironically, she can feel her face tumbling down the descending shades of red.

Genuine confusion weaves though your features and she almost screams.

“Shoko please. You know they don’t see me that way!”

Everyone, gorgeous. EVERYONE. Sees you that way.

Before she could edge another word out, the familiar hum of Limitless buzzing inward splits Shoko’s thoughts in half.

Dammit, they’re early.

“Daddy’s Home!”

Satoru charges straight at you because of course he would.

“Satoru!!!” You’re a plaything in his arms. Legs tightening around his waist.

Shoko would pay an inordinate amount of money to trade places with him.

She watches through an envy-green screen. How easily Satoru spins you and tosses you on the kitchen counter. Situating himself between your soft thighs.

How would your body bounce against his hips thrusting into you?

“You have to taste this, pretty boy.”

Tsk. He’s not THAT pretty.

Both Shoko and Suguru watch through parted lips as you shove half a cupcake into Satoru’s mouth. Neither of you miss how his tongue flicks between your fingers. Or how his hips lean closer to your barely clothed flower.

He lets out an exaggerated groan. “Fucking, perfect. I could eat your cupcake..all night.”

“You perv.”

You laugh and shove Satoru back from between your legs. Then turn in Shoko’s direction.

Silently curving your index finger forward, you beckon. Both Shoko and Suguru start toward you like well-trained, love-struck pets.

“No pouting Suguru, you’re pretty too. And up next.”

And Shoko’s shoulders sink like the child who is picked last for dodge ball teams.

Her eyes trail Suguru’s back - wishing to every God she was born with a technique allowing her to take over a host’s body.

“Me next.” He settles between your legs.

Suguru, the master of subtlety. Everyone but you can pick up on the strain in his baritone.

There’s something so painfully sensual about the way he grips both of your thighs. Your skin is so smooth, so pliant under his large hands. Waiting on your fingers to invade his mouth.

How pretty would your lips look like wrapped around his fingers? Do your cheeks hollow out when you suck on something larger?

Shoko crosses her right foot over the left. As if jamming her thighs together would stop the growing pool of lust between her legs.

“Alright babe, best for last. I have something for you too.”

Suguru takes his time pulling away from the warmth of your core. And Shoko has to strap her mind to her body to keep from sprinting at you.

Eventually, she nestles between your legs and is at eye level with your pert nipples. Immediately caught in a trance. So close to her mouth.

“Blushing so much!” Your thumb pulls Shoko’s focus back to earth.

Blushing so much because she wants to watch her best friends fuck you. Then lick your cunt clean after they’re done.

“I’m not, what’s my surprise?”

“So demanding.” You giggle. Your palm takes away Shoko’s view of your perky, hard nipples.

“Open.”

Shoko’s jaw hangs at your command. Cold glass hits her lips before the full bodied, decadent Cabernet does.

Red wine. Because she hates sweets.

You’re as thoughtful as you are beautiful and everything you do is a turn on.

“Mmmm,” Shoko hums and you gift her vision back.

“Amazing, right?” You take your own sip, maintaining eye contact.

Shoko’s eyes fall to your lips. And how you roll the wine over your tongue. Savoring each drop.

How would your tongue feel rolling around her mouth? Her neck? Her nipple? What kind of sounds would you make if her tongue rolled around your petals? Your clit? What do you taste—

“Movie time?” You break Satoru, Suguru and Shoko’s daze.

All three of them scramble around you. Grabbing your cupcakes, snacks and wine to settle in on Shoko’s huge sectional couch.

You drape your body over Satoru and Suguru’s lap. A little loose limbed kitten. Shoko situates herself on the long arm of her chair.

Far enough to drown into her own spiral. Close enough to register everything you do in the the most permanent part of her mind.

You nuzzle your cheek into Suguru’s thigh. His forearm immediately drops in front of his crotch. Undoubtedly to avoid spearing you with his manhood.

“Play with my hair, Suguru?”

“Yes. Of course.”

His free hand weaves into your hair. The soft, decadent moan you exhale sent visible shudders down their spines.

Shoko’s eyes laser to Satoru’s hands. His eyes haven’t touched the screen since the movie began. His grasp encompasses your entire back thighs. Slowly gliding them up to the delicate mounds of your ass.

“God that feels amazing.”

Satoru’s Adams Apple drags along the column of his throat. “Yeah?”

“So good.”

You deepen the arch in your back and the physical restraint Satoru imposes on himself is visible.

The only person watching the movie is you.

And the room tilts on its axis the moment you melt deeper into the boys’ hands. Their names, quiet praise, seep from your lips.

Satoru and Suguru exchange hooded gazes.

As if to commiserate about how fucking hot you are. And how it’s taking active awareness of every single muscle to not do vulgar things to you.

Not even a backward glance Shoko’s way.

Again.

Leaving Shoko out of the conversation. Again.

She angrily tosses a blanket over her lap. Frustration bubbling up her throat. Her fingers clumsily fumble with her zipper. She’s pissed. Angry. Fucking jealous.

And so turned on she might crawl out of her skin if she doesn’t touch herself this goddamn second.

Shoko’s fingers are ice cold against her warm, wet clit. It’s agonizing. How incredible the pressure feels.

You look delicious. So small between their laps. Far too tiny to handle them both.

But God it would be so hot.

It would be so fucking hot. To watch you choke all over Suguru’s cock. Slobber into his lap. All while Satoru bullies his length into your soft, dewy pussy. Helpless. Overstimulated.

Getting used like the pretty Barbie doll you are.

And the way they touch you, so brazenly, in front of her.

Like Shoko’s presence isn’t even remotely threatening. She isn’t any competition for their big hands and broad shoulders. Masculine frames. That’s why she’s just sitting there. Pathetic. Rubbing herself dumb just watching.

She would be so happy, so fucking eager to lap you clean. Pet your swollen, abused folds when they’re done with you. Hump a pillow while she sucks your nipples. You’d moan and whine and squirm under her touch.

Would you beg? Or laugh at how pitiful she is? Getting off to remnants of you when the Boys have had their way?

Shoko accidentally choking on her own drool draws almost everyone’s attention to her. The hand that was molesting her sensitive bud freezes.

Suguru’s eyes flicker back down to you, sleeping beauty.

Their coordinated touch lulled you to bed. Satoru’s eyes linger on Shoko long enough to make her simmer under his gaze. She blinks back to the movie, credits now scrolling up the screen.

How long was Shoko day dreaming?

“Let’s get her to bed.” Suguru gently pulls you onto his chest. You sleepily drape your arms around his neck.

Satoru follows close behind him into Shoko’s room. Because putting the smallest little kitten to bed is a two person job.

Shoko scrambles to zip up her pants and swipe the last of her arousal on the blanket. She gets to the doorway and watches the Boys dote over you in a way that makes them slightly more endearing.

You wake up long enough to murmur goodnight. Floating your arms in the air so the boys can bring their hugs to you. Both of them place quick pecks on your forehead. Leaving you with the cutest, most content smile on your sleepy face.

At least Suguru can hold it together. He weaves out of Shoko’s room quickly.

Satoru, however, keeps stopping along the 10 foot pace to the doorway to just stare. As if a monster from your nightmares will pop up the second he leaves you alone.

Shoko snorts, arms crossing her chest. “Put it back in your pants, yes?”

“Look who is talking.” Sly grin pulls across Satoru’s perfect, blinding teeth. Shoko could punch him right now.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Ieiri. I have the fucking six eyes. What do you think I’m talking about.”

Satoru wires around Shoko’s stunned body.

He and Suguru are out of her apartment before she can bat her eyelashes 5 times.

Shoko all but sprints to the kitchen. She gulps the rest of her red wine. Something. Anything to burn Satoru’s comment out of her mind. And to put out the desperate flame between her legs.

You’re in her bed.

She’s just been masturbating watching her two best friends touch you.

One of her best friends is FULLY aware of this all.

Her hands shakenly pour another, head sized glass of Cabernet. Which is doing absolutely nothing for how lusty she feels right now. And everything to destroy her self control.

Why does she have to sit on the sidelines?

Why do they get access to you that she doesn’t?

She downs the last few drops of red wine. Storming back to her room. She’s going to confront this once and for all.

You’re strewn over her bed like a silk scarf. Rolling, tender hills of flesh. Valleys of feminine curves. Shoko grips both of your dainty wrists. Tossing you onto your back.

Sleepy groans bubble out of you. Your eyes lazily slide open. Not an ounce of concern on your face. Full of trust. Even though Shoko is glaring down at you like she wants to crawl in your skin.

“Bad dream?”

“No.” Shoko is kurt. Angry. Jealous.

“What is it?”

“I just…” Moonlight is kissing your face in the way Shoko wants to.

“T-The boys,” Your eyes flutter expectantly. Nose crinkling in fuzzy confusion.

“The-the boys always get to touch you. And pick you up. And tuck you in. And kiss you. And-and I-im just…”

“Do you want to kiss me?”

Shoko hears her heart stop beating.

What did you just ask? So casually. As if you didn’t just catapult her into another dimension.

“H-huh? What?” Shoko didn’t hear you right.

There’s no way.

“I asked if you want to kiss me.” Something other than innocence lines your voice. And it pets Shoko’s flame

“I—I uh. M-. Yes.”

“So kiss me.”

Only one second of shocked hesitation passes before Shoko crashes her lips into yours.

Of course your lips taste like this. Marshmallow soft. Cotton candy sweet. Mini explosions of pleasure surge in all directions of her body.

“God,” Shoko groans, bringing the back of your head impossibly closer to her.

Melting into the soft hills and rolls of your sweet tongue. Shoko whines into your mouth like the desperate puppy she is. She’s drunk. Intoxicated. And it has nothing to do with the wine.

Do you know that?

Have you always known?

How does anyone ever make it out of their embrace with you with their wits about them?

“Baby,” you sigh into Shoko’s swollen lips.

Her hands tremble against your waist. Twitching to explore. Dying to map every inch of your body.

She lets out little, staccato moans of protest when you pull away.

“Feel better?”

Your starry eyes sparkle between Shoko’s. Sleepy, pretty smile playing on your puffy lips.

Shoko nods wordlessly. You’ve already stolen her logic and her heart. Might as well add her voice to the list.

You place a chaste kiss on Shoko’s lips before cocooning underneath the sheets.

Like you didn’t just make her fall in love.

“Goodnight, baby.”

PART. II

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lumoverheaven · 10 months

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Creep

Mood board made by my lovey love @iamasaddie tysm 💗💗

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Creep!Joel Miller x Plus size!reader

!!! 18+ content. If you’re a minor go away !!!

A/n: I’m back at it again folks with sum a little longer! Also this is a combination of best friend’s dad!joel as well as dad’s best friend!joel. As always constructive criticism is welcome! Enjoy! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! 🫶🫶💗💗

Also big thank you to @gab-thelamb-onthemoon for proofreading, thanks mama 🫶💗

Warnings: Joel is a massive creep, noncon, cunnilingus, somnophilia, and slight mentions of impregnation

W/c: 1,037

Weirdo (pt. 2) The Hell am I Doing Here? (pt.3)

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You were a bright-faced, cheerful girl. You attended a community college in Austin since you moved in with your dad when you turned 18. You spent your childhood with your mother and barely saw your dad. You decided to cut your old man some slack given how difficult your mom is, so despite her wishes, you moved in with your dad once you graduated high school.

Your dad had been best friends with Joel Miller since he got to Austin some years back, and the summers you would spend over there, you got along just fine with his daughter Sarah. Now that you’re all grown up and in college, you barely see each other, especially since Sarah is studying out of state. Once she gets home, you two plan a sleepover to catch up and do girl things, like the old days. You both decide to have the sleepover at Sarah’s house since she has a pool, and you don’t. You spent the whole afternoon together splashing in the water, playing mermaids like you would when you were little.

Joel was in the house while you both were having your sleepover. He hates to admit it, but you’ve gotten so gorgeous in his eyes. Your curvaceous figure, plump ass and thighs, plush tummy, hell, even your breasts are enticing to him. He never really noticed you till after you moved in with your father. He simply couldn’t take his eyes off of you. If he was being frank with himself, he’s always loved bigger women. He loved the idea of holding onto their hips with a bruising grip as he fucked them from behind. He wanted to see the women beneath him jiggle from the amount of force he’d pound into them with. He wondered how wonderfully you’d shake if he were to have his way with you. Joel returned from his thoughts when you both entered the house, dripping wet. It took everything within Joel not to groan at your damp state. He simply just went upstairs, away from the temptation.

.。･:*♡ ♡*:･。.

After having a shower and eating dinner, you and Sarah change into your PJs and decide to tuck in and watch a movie. 30 minutes into the film, you both fall asleep, exhausted from swimming around all day. You had thrashed around in your sleep, finding a comfortable position as you were in and out of consciousness. The precarious position made your tank top ride up on your tummy, and your sleep shorts that barely covered your ass had exposed the entirety of your thighs.

Joel decided to check in on his girls to ensure they were okay. He quietly opened Sarah’s door and took in their sleeping forms. He mumbled, “Good night, baby girl.” He then turned his attention to you, the blanket on you long forgotten on the floor and exposing you to him. He slowly and quietly made his way over to you, eyeing you down, his breath hitched.

“Look at you. A vision for sore eyes. So fucking pretty.” He whispered as he got down on his knees. He scanned your body from top to bottom, taking in your vulnerable state. Joel moved his hand to caress your tummy. “So plump and soft.. must be a nice pillow.. fuck imagine your pretty little stomach filled with my babies.” He said to himself as his cock strained in his sweatpants; the thought of breeding your little pussy and impregnating you excited him.

He moved on to palm your tits over your tank top. Your nipples had hardened when he began touching you. You were none the wiser, simply asleep. A victim to the perverse man before you. “So fucking soft. Wanna paint your pretty tits with my cum..” As gently as he could, he moved his hand down to your clothed pussy. His eyes darkened as he cupped your clothed sex. He wondered if you were wet right now due to his touch.

He knows he shouldn’t; he knows that this is all wrong; you’re his best friend’s daughter and his daughter's best friend, for Christ's sake! He shouldn’t want you! His desire silenced all rational thought.

He moved your sleeping shorts aside along with your panties and opened your folds. You let out a soft whimper in your sleep, causing Joel to stop his movements. Once you settled down in your sleep, Joel resumed praising your wet cunt. “Fuck. Such a beautiful princess. I want to fuck your tight little hole and ruin you for anyone else. Mark you up, fill you with my cum. Make you mine..” Joel whispered into your cunt, his fingers gently running along the wet seam of your puffy cunt. He couldn’t take it anymore; he just had to have a taste!

Joel leaned forward and began to press soft kisses to your pussy. He gently lapped up your wetness and sucked on your clit. With his free hand, he had moved it down his body to palm his hard cock, trying to alleviate his arousal.

There was no way you didn’t feel what was happening between your legs as your orgasm approached. Your eyes opened, and your hand flew to yank the hair of whoever was eating you out.

“M-Mr. Miller?!” You whispered as you looked down at him in horror. Joel chuckled in a dark tone as if you were catching him doing something naughty. “Hey, princess. Don’t mind me, just tasting the sweetest honey from the sweetest girl.” He purred as he gave one long lick up your pussy, never taking his eyes off yours as he did so. You held back a loud moan by slapping your hand over your mouth. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Sure, you found Mr. Miller attractive, but you never thought he’d be into you as well.

“C’mon, pretty girl, let me finish what I started in my room. I don’t wanna wake Sarah up now.” He smiled at her, standing up, holding his hand out to you. You bit your bottom lip to think for a few seconds before deciding to go. Screw it. He was a hot older man, and you’ve wanted him for a while now. One night couldn’t hurt. Could it?

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#joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel miller x plus size reader #joel miller x female reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader

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jonbernussy · 10 months

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On Patrol

Jack Morrison x Gabriel Reyes

Me and @peachringpunk saw a challenge that said to write a fanfic off one word, my word is patrol and hers is industry. Let’ s see how this goes!!

This is my first time writing something like this so please don’t judge to hard!, I would love to hear what y’all have to say about it tho!

Enjoy !

Tags- Nipple play, Overstimulation, Rimmimg, Cream pie, dom Gabriel, Sub Jack, Begging, Breeding kink?-maybe?

Jack groaned in frustration as he made his third loop around the base on his patrol, as he he was rounding the corner for the fourth time he bumped into Gabriel.

“Oh, Hey Gab-“ before Jack could finish his sentence Gabriel pulled Jack into the broom closet. “Shut up for a second Jackie, I’m try to hide from Ana”. Jack pouted, before he could retaliate Gabe covered his mouth with his hand. In the silence they could hear they click of heels run by “Where the hell did he go?” Ana voice could be heard slowly getting farther and farther.

“See Jackie, was that so hard?” When Gabe turned back to Jack he realized how close they were. Jack’s face was flushed around his hand and his chest was pushed up into his. Gabe quickly removed his hand,

“My bad Jack-“

“Ah~“

“…..”

“IM SORRY”

(Gabriel’s hand brushed Jacks nipple”

Jack’s face and neck quickly turned red, he turned to leave the closet, but before he could he was pushed chest first into the wall. “~Where do you think you’re going Jackie~”

“G-Gabe, please”

Gabriel grind into Jack as he pushed Jacks shirt up,

“Gabe wait, what if someone hears us?”

“Then we will just have to be quiet”

Gabriel pushed Jacks shirt into his mouth.

“Let’s see what other noises these can you get out of you”

Gabriel cupped Jacks chest, “w-wait “ Gabriel started to gently pinch Jacks nipples. “Hmm~”

Jack started to whimper.

Gabriel’s self control stared do snap. He put his head between Jacks neck and shoulder, and left some bites and marks and his pale skin. Gabriel started to twist and pull jacks chest. “Ahhh~” Jack moaned as his arched his back into Gabe and pushed his chest out into Gabe’s hands.

Jack was starting to get a little sensitive. “P-ahh-please Gabe, I need more, I need to cum-ahh~” “How could I deny such a pretty plea”

Gabriel slowly dragged his hand down Jacks body until he reached Jacks belt line and slowly started to pull those down too. “G-Gabe!” “Alright, alright” Gabriel quickly pushed Jacks pants and boxers off.

“Oh Jackie~, look at you, you’re already wet for me” “W-what?” Jack looked down and saw that his tip was soaked with pre-come. “Nngh, Gabe please, f-fuck me, I cant take it anymore!” “Alright Jackie, since you want me so badly~”.

Gabe kicks Jacks feet apart and sinks to his knees, Gabe grips Jacks ass cheeks and pulls them apart. He can see Jacks pretty pick hole, without a second thought he’s pushing his tongue into Jack until his lips close around the rim so he could suck at it gently, earning a bash shiver and barely audible moan, Jack’s biting his lower lip just to keep himself quiet.

Gabriel pulls his tongue out and swirls just the tip of it around the puckered ring of muscle, before plunging back in, holding his lover shamelessly spread open, pushing inside him over and over again until he can fit two spit soaked finger next to his tongue.

Jack slaps a hand over his mouth to keep himself quiet, as Gabe goes deeper into him he feels his knees almost give out, he leans on the wall more for support and pushes his ass out onto Gabriel’s face. “Hurry Gabe please, I’m gonna come,I need you inside !”

Gabriel carefully pulls his fingers out and stands up, “Don’t worry Jackie I got you” Gabriel pulls his cock out and spits in his hand, he rubs himself for a little bit for some relief before tapping his tip against Jack spit-slicked hole. “ Gabe please! Don’t tease me, I can’t take it ah~” “ Come Jackie~, beg for me one more time hmm?” Jack arches his back more and looks behind at Gabriel, he shakes his hips a little with Gabe’s cock nestled in between his cheeks, “Please Gabe, I need you cock inside me please~”

Gabriel’s self control snaps. Gabe pushes into Jack with one strong thrust. “AHH!” Jack screams in pain and pleasure, Jacks eyes roll back as comes onto the wall, Gabe catches Jack as he goes limp. “I’m sorry Jack, but I can’t stop” “w-wait” Gabriel pulls out until his tip is almost out “G-gabe” he slams his whole length back into Jacks quivering hole “Ugghh~” Gabriel repeatedly slams into Jacks g-spot and brings his hands back to jacks chest “G-Gabe no, I-ahh~ I’m gonnaaah~ cum again!”

“Yes!, come on Jackie cum with me, cum for me~”

Jack grabs onto Gabriel’s hands as his eyes roll back and he comes for the second time. “Gabe please cum in me. I’m going crazy”

That brings Gabe to the end. Jack whimpers as his feels himself filled with hot cum. “Thats it baby, take it all,” Gabe continues to grind his cum into Jack overstimulated walls.” Doesn’t that feel nice~””mmh~S-so full”.

Gabriel starts to pull out and steps back a little bit to watch his cum flow out of Jacks pretty gaping hole, he is tempted to lick it all out till Jack comes again and is shaking with overstimulation, but he will save that for a another time. He takes his thumb and pushes his cum back in.”G-Gabe!” “Think you can that in until we reach the bathrooms?” Jack blushed more if that’s even possible.”Y-yeah” “Good”.

Jack and Gabriel fix them selfs up to look presentable enough to make it to the bathrooms, Gabe pulls Jack into a kiss as he opens the door “race ya to the bathroom!” and slaps Jack on the ass. “GABE!!”

Gabe screams are heard through out the whole base 😔.

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Master Detective Archives: RAINCODE - Gumshoe Gab with Lady

Author’s Note: Gumshoe Gab is a free time mechanic in Master Detective Archives: RAINCODE where Yuma Kokohead gets to talk with the other detectives. This won’t contain any spoilers of the game itself, so no need to worry about that! Blue text will be Yuma’s inner thoughts and purple text is Shinigami talking, but only Yuma can hear her. Enjoy!

Gab with Lady Volume #1

Yuma, calling out: Hey, Lady? Lady, where are you? Where did she go…? Lady, behind Yuma: You called? Yuma: Ahh! Lady: Heehee! Yuma: D-Don’t do that to me! Y-You gave me a scare…! Lady: I did? Well in that case, trick or treat! Yuma: It’s not even that time of year… Lady: Oh, speaking of treats, want some of the key lime pie I made? Yuma: Y-You… made a pie? Lady: Sure did! And I’m about to start another too! Yuma: You just finished making one and you’re already making another? Lady: Sure am! Shinigami: Jeez, this girl’s a nonstop baking machine… How the heck does she do it?! Yuma: Hey, Lady… How do you have so much energy to churn out so many sweets for all of us? Have you had experience doing something like this before? Lady: Sure have! Making sweet treats, giving ‘em out to people… Heck, I even helped clean around the place and washed the dishes! Yuma: Wait…you did all of that?! Making desserts, serving them, and cleaning the place… What is she referring to?

Work at a Diner

Yuma: Did you…work at a diner? Lady: Ehehehe, nope! You’re on the right track! Remember, think sweets. Like delicious cheesecakes, amazing tiramisu, stuff along those lines! Yuma: O-Oh, I…guess I was wrong… She would make desserts, serve them, and clean the place… What is Lady referring to when she says this…? Did you…work at a café?

Working at a Café

Yuma: Did you…work at a café? Lady: Sure did! It was amazing! *sigh* The smiles I’d see on everyone’s faces after they ate the treats that I made… That always made me so happy! Yuma: Oh, that’s nice. Lady: And I got to meet so many different kinds of people. It’s amazing how you’d interact with all sorts of people with completely different backgrounds as you, y’know? Yuma: Oh, well…that’s a way to think about it. Lady: And I’d help my grandma clean the place! Two cupcakes are always better than one! Yuma: So, Lady used to work at a café before she became a Master Detective…how sweet. Wait, did you say grandma? Lady: Well, she wasn’t really my grandmother, she was an old lady that found me alone one night and she took me in! And from that point on, I’d help her run the café she owned! Yuma: Took you in? Did you…not have a home before? Lady: Nope! Not until she found me! And at that point, the café became my home! Shinigami: Eek! She was homeless?! Yuma: W-Wait, so when you were a kid, you and your family lived on the streets? Lady: What family? Yuma: H-Huh…? Lady: It was just me! If I had any family members, I certainly couldn’t recall them. Yuma: … Lady: Oh come on now, don’t look so blue! Here, have a slice of the pie. I’ll cut it for ya! Yuma: It’s bewildering to think someone as cheerful as Lady used to be homeless as a child. She seems to have taken that in stride… Lady: And… Ta-da! Here ya go, now you won’t feel so sour anymore! Shinigami: Kyahahaha! Master, you and Lady seem to have gotten closer!

Work at a Bar

Yuma: Did you…work at a bar? Lady: Ahahaha! Oh, Yuma…you’re so silly! Thinking of me as a pretty pink bartender…that’s so cute! Yuma: Oh, so I was wrong…? Whoops… She would make desserts, serve them, and clean the place… What is Lady referring to when she says this…? Did you…work at a café?

Gab with Lady Volume #2

Yuma: Geez…Chief Yakou’s having me do more chores for him again… Lady: Ooh, maybe I could help! Yuma: Huh? Y-You want to help? Lady: Sure do! Two sets of hands is always better than one! Plus, you know me! I’ve already got somethin’ in the oven, I’ve got more than enough time to spare! Yuma: That’s really kind of you, Lady… Shinigami: Hold on, are you sure you want the embodiment of a sugar rush to help out?! She might make everything messier! Yuma: I’m not sure, Shinigami. She did say that she used to clean the café she worked at as a kid… Shinigami: Yeah, fair point. Lady: So, what do you say? Yuma: That’ll be really useful, thank you. Lady: Sure thing! Tell me where to start! Small Time Skip Yuma: Whew…that went by fast. Thanks again, Lady. You really helped a lot. Lady: It’s no trouble! Baking a big gourmet wedding cake is gonna go way quicker with more hands! Yuma: But, we weren’t baking a cake? We were just cleaning… Lady: Well, yeah, but you’re picking up the entrée, right? Yuma: I’m…what? Shinigami: Jeez, why does she keep saying stuff like that?! It’s so confusing and it makes me want candy at the same time! Yuma: When Lady talks about baking a big wedding cake together, she’s referring to something…but what is she referring to?

Teamwork

Yuma: You mean…teamwork? Lady: Ding ding ding! There ya go! It’s all a matter of teamwork! Plus, who’s gonna make sure the cake looks just as good as it tastes? Yuma: I-I guess that makes sense… Hey Lady, how come you wanted to help out? Lady: Huh? What do you mean? Yuma: You didn’t have to offer a hand, but you did anyway… Lady: Oh yeah! I figured you’d want a little help! It’ll make things go quicker! Yuma: It sure did, thank you. Maybe I could help you out sometime? Lady: Ahahaha! Thank you for the offer, but I’m gonna decline. Yuma: Huh?! Lady: It’s really sweet of you, honest! I just prefer doing things alone! I guess I just got really used to it, y’know? Yuma: I guess… You seemed like the type of person to want help every now and then, Lady. Lady: I do? Well, aren’t I a mixed bag of candy then? Hahaha! Yuma: Can I ask why you prefer to work alone? Lady: … Meow? Yuma: H-Huh?! Lady: Meow, meow, meow! Shinigami: Careful, Master! She’s about to knock a glass off the table! Yuma: Lady, don’t! Lady: Meowww! Shinigami: Kyahahaha! Master, you and Lady seemed to have grown even closer!

The Joy of Baking

Yuma: Are you talking about…the joy of baking? Lady: Ehehehe, not this time! Yuma: Wait, really? Wow, that’s a first… What Lady means by having more hands to bake a big wedding cake… You mean…teamwork?

Doing Business

Yuma: Do you mean…doing business? Lady: You think me offering help was transactional? Aw, now you’ve got me feeling sour! Yuma: N-No, I didn’t mean that! Oops… What Lady means by having more hands to bake a big wedding cake… You mean…teamwork?

Gab with Lady Volume #3

Lady: Yuma! How are you doing, sugarcube? Yuma: Huh? S-Sugarcube…? Lady: Yeah, silly! What, you’ve never heard an endearing nickname like that before? Yuma: N-No, it’s not that! Lady: Ehehe, I know! I’m just messing with you a bit! Yuma: Oh… It’s weird, Lady’s surprisingly easy to talk to… She can easily carry a conversation, let alone start one… So, it’s kind of easier to talk to her because of that alone. Lady: Hm? Whatcha thinking of? Having an internal monologue or something? Yuma: H-How did you-?! Lady: Ahahahaha! I was right, wasn’t I? I could tell because of your face! Yuma: Really? You could? Lady: Well, yes and no. It is partially because of that, but to be honest, I was pulling your leg a little. It’s weird… I kind of expected my own guess to be wrong since my answer was so out of nowhere. But, here we are! This usually tends to happen with me. Yuma: Tends to happen…? Lady: Well, yeah! Y’know, it’s kind of like winging a recipe. You’re forgetting what ingredients you need to use and what order to do everything, but you end up getting it all right in the end! You get what I mean, right? Yuma: Do I? Lady: Aw c’mon! Put that big brain of yours to use! What do you think I mean? Yuma: O-Okay, I will…! Um… When Lady talks about how you wing a recipe only to get it all correct in the end…what does she mean?

Good Luck

Yuma: Do you mean…having good luck? Lady: There you go! See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? This just tends to happen for me! I guess they call me “Lady Luck” back at the WDO for a reason! Yuma: Wait, they call you that…? Lady: Sure do! I mean, I usually just guess things as a joke, and then they tend to be right! Yuma: Really? But, what about your detective work? Surely, you don’t do that with investigations…? Lady: I do sometimes! Shinigami: Are you serious?! Lady: Haha! Shocking, right? Honestly, I shock myself with it! Yuma: But, you use your investigative skills and your Forte too…right? Lady: My investigative skills, yes. My Forte, no. Yuma: Huh? Y-You don’t use your Forte? Lady: I like giving myself a challenge. Yuma: A…challenge? Lady: Well, yeah! Rather than actually having to deal with it, I try to just eyeball it! And if I can’t, I use it as a last resort. Yuma: A last resort…? What do you mean by last resort? Lady: … Yuma: Please don’t knock anything over. Lady: Meow! Yuma: Lady, seriously. Lady: Okay, okay. Oh, that reminds me! I just recently made some mille-feuilles! Would you want some? Shinigami: And there she goes, changing the subject back to desserts. Yuma: Oh, um…sure! Thank you! Lady: Yaaay! C’mon, Yuma! To the kitchen! Yuma: Aah! Shinigami: Kyahahaha! Master, you and Lady seemed to have grown even closer!

Intuition

Yuma: Are you talking about intuition…? Lady: Pfft-ahahahahaha! I would say that’s right, but it’s completely wrong! Ahahahahaha! Yuma: O-Oh, ahaha… I guess that was wrong… Um…what does Lady mean when you wing a recipe entirely but get it right? Do you mean…having good luck?

Context Clues

Yuma: You’re using context clues…? Lady: Aw c’mon, Yuma. We just went over this! It’s partially context clues, but that’s not what I’m talking about. Yuma: O-Oops! I guess that was the wrong answer… Um…what does Lady mean when you wing a recipe entirely but get it right? Do you mean…having good luck?

Gab with Lady Volume #4

Yuma: Um, Lady? Lady: Oh, hey Yuma! Yuma: Is it all right if I asked you a question? Lady: Sure can! Ask away, pop the bubblegum! Yuma: Pop the bubblegum…? O-Okay, um…you like sweets a lot, right? And you learned to bake back home… Lady: Sure did! Why? What’s got your licorice tied in a knot? Yuma: Thinking about it now, it has me wondering… Why do you like desserts so much? Is it because of living in a café, or is it something else? Lady: Ohh! That’s what you’re wondering about, huh? Well, the café is part of it, but there’s something else about sweets that always drives me wild. Anything sweet is amazing! It makes me feel like I’m on top of the world, not to mention it overpowers anything bitter or nasty! Yuma: Overpowers anything bitter or nasty…? Lady: That’s exactly what I said! Yuma: Huh… Lady says she means that sweet stuff overpowers anything bitter. What does she mean by that…?

Love For Sweets

Yuma: Are you talking about…your love for sweets? Lady: No! Well, yes, but that’s not what I mean! Yuma: I guess that was wrong… What does Lady mean by sweet stuff overpowering bitter flavors? Are you saying it’s a palette cleanser…?

Bringing Happiness

Yuma: Do you mean that…it brings you happiness? Lady: Ahahaha! Never say that again. Yuma: H-Huh?! I was completely off with that…! What does Lady mean by sweet stuff overpowering bitter flavors? Are you saying it’s a palette cleanser…?

Palette Cleanser

Yuma: Are you saying it’s a palette cleanser…? Lady: Yes! That’s exactly it! It’s such a nice palette cleanser! Any sweet treat I eat will immediately make me forget about anything gross I’ve eaten beforehand! Yuma: A-Anything gross…? Shinigami: What does she mean by that? Lady: Oh right, probably should’ve told you. So, you know how I was homeless as a kid, right? Yuma: Right… Lady: Yeah, um…I kind of had to do some interesting things to survive. Y’know, like digging through trash and eating roadkill… Yuma: H-Huh?! Shinigami: Y-You mean to tell she’s eaten dead things before?! Lady: Yeah, not my proudest moment…but I managed to make it this far in life! Ahaha! Yuma: H-How are you even alive?! Lady: Most of the time, it was pretty fresh. Heck, you only have twelve hours to eat roadkill before it spoils. Shinigami: Jeez! Just when I thought she couldn’t get worse, she gets even crazier! Yuma: Lady…you’re crazy. Lady: Ahahaha! Sure am! Luckily, I don’t have to do that anymore! Yuma: Y-Yeah… Lady sure does know a lot about how to survive on her own. It’s one thing to have to face that, but as a kid who was all alone…it must’ve been even harder. Hey, Lady… Can I ask another question? Lady: Sure can, ask away! Yuma: You seemed to struggle a lot when you were a kid, so…how do you stay so happy all the time? Lady: Well, that’s easy! You’ve just gotta be your own sweetness! Yuma: Huh? Be your own sweetness…? Lady: Sure is! By the way, there’s macarons in the fridge! Go on, take some! Yuma: Really? Thank you! Shinigami: Kyahahaha! Master, you and Lady seemed to have grown even closer!

Gab with Lady Volume #5

Lady: Ah, Yuma! Perfect timing! Yuma: H-Huh? Perfect timing? Lady: Yeah, perfect timing! Y’know, I was thinking about the last time we were hanging out. With the whole “be your own sweetness” thing, right? It’s nice to have sweet things all around you, and we all want to think that life’s gonna be peaches and cream… Shinigami: What is she talking about…? Yuma: Just say it, Lady. Lady: I meant that you have to rely on yourself. Yuma: W-What?! Lady’s always so friendly, so hearing her talk about being alone is so shocking to me… Lady: Yeah. Like I said, not everything’s a cakewalk. Hell, I think I’m a prime example! Yuma: You are? Lady: Well, yeah! Whenever something goes wrong, all you can really do is just pick yourself up and move on with your head held high! It’s like a puzzle! Take all the broken pieces to make a pretty picture! Yuma: Huh… When she puts it like that, I think I’m starting to understand. Taking something that’s broken and repairing it to make a pretty picture means…

Staying Positive

Yuma: Do you mean…staying positive? Lady: Aw c’mon, Yuma! I thought you knew it was more than that! Yuma: I guess that means I’m wrong… Taking something broken and putting it back together to make a pretty picture means… Do you mean…being resilient?

Being Kind

Yuma: Do you mean…being kind? Lady: You’re not making any sense. Yuma: W-What?! Hearing that from Lady… Now I know that I’m wrong…! Taking something broken and putting it back together to make a pretty picture means… Do you mean…being resilient?

Resilience

Yuma: Do you mean…being resilient? Lady: Exactly! You really are on my wavelength! Yuma: So, due to how bad your childhood was, you learned to be resilient? Lady: Sure did! I can’t let small stuff like that get me down! Yuma: That’s a nice way of thinking about it. But wait a minute, you said an old lady took you in and you worked for her at a café…don’t you still have that? Lady: Oh, so you did remember that. Um, how do I put this… Yuma: Put what? Lady: There’s a reason I’m a detective now and don’t work at the café anymore… Shinigami: Don’t tell me she boom-killed someone! Yuma: I don’t think it’s that, but something bad must’ve happened… Lady, are you sure you want to talk about it? Y-You really don’t have to if you don’t want to…! Lady: No, it’s okay! I don’t mind. So, I’m sure you know about the roller skates I have built into my shoes, right? Yuma: Right. Lady: Well, when I was younger, I found an old pair of roller skates and that had me thinking. So, I suggested the idea of a delivery service for the café, and grandma loved it! Since then, I would skate and deliver the snackeroos to happy customers! And one day, I was doing exactly that! I thought the idea would lead to amazing things in the future! But, it wasn’t amazing… Yuma: Huh…? Lady: I had only left for five minutes. Five minutes was all it took for the whole place to… Yuma: The whole place to…? Lady: To burn down. Shinigami: She lost her home?! No wonder this poor girl’s crazy! Lady: I lost everything. My home, my family… It felt like a part of me died that day, Yuma. But, there was one thing I gained. Yuma: There was? Lady: My Forte. Honestly, it’s part of the reason I don’t like using it. It makes me remember… But, that’s all in the past now! I know what it’s like to lose something important, and that’s why I want to help people! They need to know they are not alone. Yuma: … That’s…a lot to take in. Lady lost everything, even her loved ones, and it’s the main reason she even became a detective. She may be crazy, but she certainly does have a heart of gold. Lady: Huh? You alright? That wasn’t too much, was it? Yuma: N-No, it wasn’t! In all honesty, it makes me admire you, Lady. To use your own experiences to help others going through something similar, it’s truly noble of you. Lady: Aww! Yuma, you’re so sweet! Now, come on! Let’s go share some cookies together! Shinigami: Kyahahaha! Master, you and Lady have forged the ultimate bond together! Good for you, Master. I’m happy for you!

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[Gilbert Von Obsidian Story Chapter 4]

WARNING: The following topic contains topics about human trafficking, child labor, and slavery.

----Part 1----

As Prince Chevalier's spy, I wanted to get as much info about Prince Gilbert as possible.

It was this sense of mission that allowed me to still remain calm even after being captured by the beast.

Gilbert: "

Gilbert: "....Fufu. I'm happy. For that, I'll tell you one thing about me."

Prince Gilbert brings me closer and holds me tightly.

I feel my body instantly turned ice cold.

Emma: "W-What?"

Gilbert: "Actually, I..."

Gilbert: "I'm cold."

(..............)

Emma: "......I know."

Gilbert: "Here's the thing."

He hugged me tightly as if I were a stuffed animal and my breathing become labored.

Gilbert: "I'm cold, so I like to feel the warmth of people all the time."

(....I see...)

(This info.....doesn't seem to be of any use)

I think I may have just solved the mystery of Prince Gilbert's unusual distance.

Gilbert: "I like this little bunny because she is so warm."

Emma: "How about putting on your cold weather gear instead of suffocating me....?"

Gilbert: "Will that help?"

Emma: "It's better than anyone misunderstanding us."

If a man and a woman are seen hugging, people around them will assume that they are in a relationship.

This is a problem that should not be tolerated, even if it's done by guests of the state.

I tried to slip out of his arms, but he only held me with such force that my bones creaked.

Gilbert: "I don't mind if anyone misunderstands."

Emma: "I hate it...also it hurts!"

Gilbert: "Oh sorry. It's hard to find the right amount of force."

After releasing me, I sighed in relief.

But soon my hand was gabbed and my shoulders jumped.

----Options-----

....I'm in trouble.

Be patient.

Let go

-------------

Emma: "....I'm in trouble."

Gilbert: "You poor thing."

Emma: "........."

Gilbert: "Hmm...once you get used to it, I bet you won't feel a thing."

Gilbert: "By then it's too late, though right?"

..........

After finishing their business at the Orphanage, Leon and Yves's smiles disappeared as soon as they got into the carriage.

Emma: "What's the matter?"

(It seemed to be running fine as far as I could tell though....)

Every single child I played with seemed happy.

Leon however sitting across from me looks bitter.

Leon: "The children didn't seem to be treated unreasonably. The management there is fine."

Yves: "They will do everything that is required. They're going to take good care of them until they get out of foster care."

(That way of putting it....)

Emma: "After leaving foster care..."

Gilbert: "They're going to be the tools of the trade of a perverted aristocrat with bad hobbies, right?"

Emma: "....What do you mean?"

Prince Gilbert who is sitting next to me, smiles.

But his red eyes weren't smiling at all.

Gilbert: "Orphans are perfect for child labor because they don't have a family register."

Gilbert: "But slavery was abolished in Rhodolite a long time ago, so it takes a bit of work to get people to work for you."

Gilbert: "The fact that this reached the internal affairs faction's ears means that some aristocrat is going to use his power to buy up children and...."

Gilbert: "It means that he's most likely doing this as a business. In other words, human trafficking?"

(!?)

Leon: "....Prince Gilbert has a keen eye, doesn't he?"

Gilbert: "This kind of thing always happens in my home country."

(....unbelievable)

All the children I met at the orphanage had beautiful smiles on their faces.

I don't even want to think about the harsh future that awaits them. That would shatter those smiles.

Leon: "I've looked at the foster care listings for children in the orphanage and most of them are probably fictitious names."

Leon: "The only way to prove the list false is to find the children who were placed in foster care."

Emma: "How?"

Yves: "That's decided, isn't it?"

Yves clenches his fists tightly on his lap and opens his mouth with a stern, even angry look on his face.

Yves: "We're going to meet the root of all evil."

----Part 2----

(...It was bigger problem than we imagined)

The princes from the internal affairs faction joined the knights and arrived at a certain Baron's mansion.

Leon and Yves were so convinced that they sent knights and soldiers to search the mansion, despite the Baron's confusion.

Leon: "Julius, how did it go?"

Julius: "Children who are held captive are found in the basement."

(Finally!)

The report from Julius, one of the soldiers from the internal affairs faction caused the Baron's complexion to turn pale.

Leon: "Make sure it matches the roster."

Julius's eyes widen as Leon hands him a document.

Julius: "Did you steal it from the orphanage?"

Leon: "That sounds bad. I borrowed it."

Julius: "As expected from you, your highness."

Leon: "Thank you. Don't let anyone get away. I want them all."

Julius: "Leave it to me."

As he left, Sir Julius looked at Prince Gilbert, who was standing in the corner of the room.

(....?)

It was only for a moment, but I think I even felt a sense of awe...rather than hostility.

(I wonder what it was just now)

Gilbert: "...What an interesting pet to keep."

Emma: "Your highness?"

Gilbert: "Ah, no nothing."

Gilbert: "The freak show is about to start, so let's watch carefully shall we?"

(....Maybe it's just my imagination. But I'll just keep it in my mind for now)

At some distance from us, Yves confronted the Baron in a resolute manner.

Yves: "Now, Baron. Shall I explain what's going on?"

Yves: "Why is this compound filled with children who have been placed in foster care?"

Baron: "...Nn..."

(But how did they know the Baron was involved in the buying and selling?)

Gilbert: "Must have been a tip-off."

Perhaps the question was on my face, that Prince Gilbert whispered in a hushed voice.

Emma: "You mean to say, someone informed the court of this Baron's wrongdoings?"

Gilbert: "They sent an outside investigation agency and when they found who was behind it, the princes went directly to inspect it."

Gilbert: "They went to get the documents out of the orphanage before they could destroy the evidence, and came here to question the nobility about their wrongdoing.

Gilbert: "If the royal family goes in person, they can't refuse an investigation, so it's a forceful but surefire way to go about it."

(It's a sign that the inner-city princes are listening to their people)

Gilbert: "It's just that aristocrats are creatures that like to play hard to get."

Gilbert: "...Little bunny, if you don't want to die, don't leave okay?"

Emma: "What do you mean---"

But I already got my answer.

The Baron rings a bell on his desk, and armed men rushed into the drawing room, weapons at the ready.

(No way...this is!?)

Leon: "Mercenary...huh?"

Yves: "No I think there are some amateurs in the mix."

Leon: "Yeah. Looking at the fact that they know they're royalty and get into fights, it's an anti-royalist extremist 'group'"

(...Anti-royalist extremist?)

Baron: "It's not that I didn't consider the possibility that you might come to investigate at all."

Baron: "Then, if you will excuse me."

(Are you going to run away?)

As if to protect the Baron, who turned on his heel, armed people blocked our way.

The knights and soldiers have been sent to search the mansion and only Leon, Yves, Prince Gilbert and I were present.

(But these people only see Leon and Yves)

There were no weapons pointed at me or Prince Gilbert as if we weren't a threat at all.

Gilbert: "What do we do, Little bunny?"

Even in the face of a tense situation, Prince Gilbert never fails to crack a smile.

Gilbert: "Then again, there is nothing you can do here."

Emma: "....No! I will chase after the Baron!"

Both Leon and Yves unsheathed their swords and started fighting.

The soldiers and knights must be in a similar situation, as we can hear the sounds of the struggle from outside the room.

(At this rate, we will lose the Baron!)

Before I knew it, my feet started to move.

But suddenly someone grabbed my wrists tightly.

Emma: "Prince Gilbert!?"

Gilbert: "You are an idiot."

-----Part 3-----

I come back to myself with an unrelenting dash of cold water.

Gilbert: 'How could you possibly keep up with a man's legs?"

Emma: "But----"

Gilbert: "I don't like it. Seeing you running in vain like that"

(....I have a feeling that Prince Gilbert is right. We won't catch him if we chase him in the dark)

(But if we sit here and watch the process unfold with bated breath, we will miss the criminal)

Emma: "We'll ambush them ahead of time."

Gilbert: "How?"

Emma: "Hmmm, maybe just if we simply..."

Gilbert: "A thoughtless advance will surely fail."

Emma: "...."

Prince Gilbert smiles briskly out of place and turns away.

It's not like you can just take a leisurely stroll and proceed to the doorway and no one will pay any attention to you.

This was because the armed men were being pushed by Leon and Yves.

Gilbert: "Are you not coming with me?"

Emma: ".....But where are you going?"

Gilbert: "Didn't you say that you wanna ambush him ahead of time?"

Emma: "......So, are you helping me?"

Gilbert: "Mm. Helping you with your job is why I am here."

Gilbert: "Since I've promised, I have to keep my promise."

(Can I believe him?)

(....No, now is not the time to waste thinking that)

I hurriedly chase after the black back that is moving away from me while I am worrying about it.

Leon: "Emma!"

Emma: "Don't worry. I'll buy you some time!"

Leon: "....Got it. Be careful. I'll come for you after I finish this!"

I nodded to reassure Leon and left the room...

.................

(I could really get ahead of myself)

With the precision of a man who seems to know the entire structure of the mansion, Prince Gilbert blocks the narrow corridor.

When the Baron appeared a few minutes later, I felt the same excitement as when I saw the magic trick.

(....Don't tell me you read the Baron's movements with a perfect understanding of the structure of the mansion? That's something incredible for a person who visited this mansion for the first time)

This person's potential was unfathomable and I unconsciously clasped my hand.

Baron: "What the!? Why are you guys here!?"

Gilbert: "Little bunny here wants to talk to you."

(....Yes, I must not stand around aimlessly)

I step in front of Prince Gilbert and faced the Baron who tried to escape.

(Let's have a proper conversation and buy some time)

Emma: "Why are doing such terrible things to those children?"

I wasn't sure if I could get an answer to my question, but fortunately the Baron stopped.

Baron: "....Terrible? I was doing my business."

Baron: "Rather they should be grateful for the food, clothing, and shelter I'm giving to them."

Baron: "I'm giving value to these orphans who have nowhere else to go."

Emma: "........that value and all that doesn't sound like a good thing."

(I can only imagine how they would have handled the children found in the dungeon)

Baron: "What does it matter? A person's value is determined by their birth."

Baron: "They live in the sewers and we will never be on the same stage?"

Baron: "I am, in a way a benevolent being for giving such things a use and purpose for living."

(.....Are you serious?)

Emma: "Have you ever seen those children laugh in this mansion?"

Baron: "If I had a child like that, I'd have to educate them. It is the duty of the nobility to make them understand their place in the world."

(I know everyone has different values, but...... this person's way of thinking fundamentally disagrees)

I can feel a sense of discomfort in my heart.

I didn't feel like I could compromise, and it seemed that no matter how much I argue, the walls of entrenched values would never come crashing down.

Emma: "...A sin is a sin."

Emma: "What you did is against the law of Rhodolite, so don't think you can escape."

Baron: "I don't know who you are young lady, but don't tell me what to do."

Baron: "If you're done, then please excuse me?"

Emma: "...No, I can't let you."

Baron: "Guess, it can't be helped."

The baron draws his sword and closes the distance between us with a hint of violence.

(I don't know.....something that could be used as a weapon)

Gilbert: "Hey, with whose permission are you trying to touch little bunny?"

-----Part 4-----

(...Ah...)

Before the sword can reach me, a jet-black cane slams into the Baron's chest.

The next moment I saw Prince Gilbert stomping on the Baron's chest who was lying on the floor and was laughing beautifully.

The sight sends shivers down my spine.

(....Nn....Why, I wonder? It's not like I'm the one being stepped on...but still...)

The air changes.

The space that belonged to no one is dominated by the Trampling Beast.

Gilbert: "You can't have her, little bunny is my prey."

Gilbert: "I won't allow anyone but me to hurt her."

(......What are you saying..)

Even if I wanted to say something, nothing comes out of my mouth.

Without Prince Gilbert's permission, it's difficult to even move a finger.

Gilbert: "Those with status have the right to do as they please with those below them, hmm."

Gilbert: "That's what you said, right?"

Baron: "Ah...Haa..."

Gilbert: "Hm, What's wrong? You look disgruntled."

Gilbert: "If you can mistreat orphans with no backing, then I can mistreat you as well, right?"

Gilbert: "Me, who is royalty, can crush a third-rated aristocrat like you under my feet, right?"

(Prince Gilbert...looks very angry...)

Something is stuck, but the overwhelming air, with even a hint of blood, disturbs my thoughts.

The Baron, who was under full pressure of the beast, was about to peel off his white eyes.

Gilbert: "What should we do with him, little bunny? Shall we kill him?"

(.....Huh?)

I can't hardly believe my ears at the tone in which he said that. It's like saying 'Hey, let's have sweets together.'

Prince Gilbert's smile did not waver, which made it even more terrifying.

Emma: "...No. Don't do that!"

Gilbert: "Why?"

Emma: "Because....no one has the right to kill people."

Emma: "This man should be brought to justice by the law."

Gilbert: "Why is Rhodolite so troublesome?"

Emma: ".....is it different in Obsidian?"

Gilbert: "Mm. Because I'm the law."

Emma: "Prince Gilbert....is the law?"

Gilbert: "Yes. The royal family's orders are absolute."

Gilbert: "If I say, 'kill him' then killing is justice and that becomes the lawful way to punish."

(....That's absurd!)

I exhaled while still trembling.

Gilbert: "You should be grateful that you're living in Rhodolite."

Gilbert: "If you were in Obsidian, you wouldn't be breathing in front of me right now."

Gilbert: "I don't want wicked nobles who defile innocent children."

The Baron instantly faints.

It is unusual to see a man who has not violently attacked someone to the point of knocking them unconscious, but rather to control the situation with just his killing spirit.

There is no emotion, in those red-eyes.

It's as Prince Gilbert said, it's so cold.

(Not the way I look at people)

Emma: "....I see, Prince Gilbert and the Baron are alike."

Emma: "Both of you think that people with higher status have the right to do as they please with those below them."

Gilbert: "Fufu....that's what royalty is all about."

(I...I never knew)

(Excluding the fact that he is a prince of an enemy country, Prince Gilbert has always struck me with fear, and for that reason...)

Where does this instinctive alertness come from?

The answer is now before us.

Emma: "In your eyes...."

Emma: "There are no 'humans'.."

Gilbert: ".........."

(There are no humans in Prince Gilbert's world)

(That's why he can 'kill' with impunity and in the same vein, be kind to children)

Since he doesn't think that they are 'humans' there is no need to consider them.

Even with me, whether he hates it or is afraid of it Prince Gilbert will push his will through.

(Not like a real beast)

(....But a beast wearing a human skin)

Gilbert: "Fufu, do you despise me?"

Emma: "......."

Gilbert: "I don't care what you think of me, but.."

He takes his cane off of the fainted Baron as if he lost interest.

He then walks towards me and lifts my chin with his cane and stares me in the eye.

Gilbert: "I hate people."

Gilbert: "I don't love anyone. That goes for you too. So you better watch out."

Gilbert: "I'm a beast that can even kill you with a smile, got it?"

Emma: "........."

(.....If I do something wrong...)

The Baron rolling on the floor overlaps with my future.

There was a fear that was not the same as when the Baron tried to attack me.

-----Part 5-----

Emma: "----And that's what happened today."

Chevalier: "........"

As soon as I returned back to Court, I headed to the library where Prince Chevalier is always present.

The case of human trafficking in collusion between the fosters and the Barons has been successfully resolved but,

My heart was covered with stormy weather and it was raining so hard that I felt like I drowning.

Chevalier: "That's a very apt description of the world without people in it."

Sitting back in his chair, without stopping his hand from leafing through the book, Prince Chevalier drops his words.

Chevalier: "Do you know what Obsidian's alias is?"

Emma: "...Is it a military and ore country?"

Chevalier: "No...it's the 'Land of Deceit and Corruption."

Chevalier: "Every country has its share of power-hungry fools, and Obsidian is no exception."

Chevalier: "Corruption and lying are a daily occurrence and when you're the royal family of such a country, it's easy to imagine."

Emma: ".....It's not a very nice country to begin with, huh?"

Chevalier: "It's just a rumor."

Chevalier: "The actual inner workings of the situation are not transparent. Obsidian is also a country where information is strictly controlled.

Emma: "........"

Chevalier: "......Are you dissatisfied?"

Emma: "No..."

(I understand that Prince Gilbert has his own circumstances)

If you are the ruler of a country of deceit and corruption, it may be difficult to see people as humans.

(It's just, I can't accept it)

(....A prince who doesn't love anyone doesn't sound very nice)

Chevalier: "I don't think there's anything wrong with that."

Emma: "How do you know what I was thinking?"

Chevalier: "It's written all over your face."

(Really...?)

When I pulled my cheek, he chuckled at me.

Chevalier: "Sometimes rulers need to cut down on the hearts and minds of the people."

Chevalier: "I think he's just following his ideal of being a champion."

Emma: "So you approve of Prince Gilbert's...way of being?"

Chevalier: "It's not the same as affirmation. It just means I understand."

Chevalier: "If you don't see people as humans, then you're no different, right?"

Emma: "What...?"

Chevalier: "You don't see Eyepatch as a human."

(........Ah)

Chevalier: "Originally, humans are not afraid of other humans."

Chevalier: "To you, he is a beast from the beginning and not a human."

Chevalier: "When you think like that, you are first trying to protect yourself. Now you say that this way of being is wrong?"

(...I cannot say anything)

While I accuse him of not seeing humans as humans, I myself only treat Prince Gilbert that way.

The moment I realized, I felt a pain as if the thorns of a rose were twisting around my heart.

Emma: ".....I have done such a terrible thing."

Chevalier: "You're dealing with an enemy."

Emma: "But still...what must Prince Gilbert be thinking?"

(I know I should be vigilant)

(.....But that's not what this is about)

Even today, Prince Gilbert helped me.

If it weren't for Prince Gilbert, I would have been badly wounded by now.

We might have missed the Baron too.

(And yet, I haven't even thanked him)

(....I'm the worst!)

Chevalier: "No need to feel guilty."

Chevalier: "----I wonder if it would be useless to say that."

Prince Chevalier, having closed the book, stands up and flicked my forehead.

Emma: "...Ouch."

Chevalier: "......."

Chevalier: "You can use the kitchen if you want. I'll include the expenses of the material as an entertainment expense of the external affairs faction."

(.....Jeez, how far does Prince Chevalier reads my mind?)

He snicker once more and put the book he was holding back on the shelf.

Chevalier: "Even so....I don't think 'I hate people' is the word of someone who hates deception."

Emma: "Eh...."

Chevalier: "......"

(....What do you mean?)

Prince Chevalier does not say anymore, meaning that it's the end of the conversation.

I bowed and left him to himself.

..............

Gilbert: "....Little bunny, didn't think you'd come to see me in the middle of the night?"

Gilbert: "Are you perhaps secretly a night crawler?"

Emma: "Wrong!"

Emma: "May I have a little bit of your time?"

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the1975attheirverybest · 17 hours

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Matty is in NYC w Gabs. She featured him in her posts and they were spotted holding hands 🥹

MATTY YOU ARE A 4 HOUR TRAIN RIDE AWAY COME VISIT ME I MISS YOUUUU. You can bring the gf even. We’ll go for ice cream cuz it’s fuckin boiling over here.

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The Fakers First trial

Bored, wanna write, gonna do it, here we go

WARNING: MURDER, DETAILED TORTURE, GORE

A Heavy sense of dredge fell onto the trial grounds, the harsh wind of mount ormand blew past. leaving anyone that dared cross it's path with a cold shiver and a force that either aided or hindred in they movement.

In a run down shed close by that, held some skiing equipment, laid a in one of the corners a long fingure, resting on the floor, the figure suddenly woke up, a loud gasp leaving it's mouth as it kicked and tried to realize where it was, a short bit pases before they calmed down enough to stop and take a breath, having both it's leg bent towards each other and hands up against the wall behind it.

It looked around, still very cleary anxious, a questionable and scared look in it's eyes, it worsen with each passing second, then it looked at it's body, his breathing stopped and began to tremble, rocking itself back and forth before griting it's teeth and shaking it's head.

It got on his knees and stared at it's hands, it's large four finger hands, and slowly and shakely clenched them as he it's forearms onto the ground, doing it a few more times before holding tighly onto it's head, letting out a soft distorted wheep, forcing each part of it's body as close to each other as possible.

??? - " Hello? is anyone there? " - ...that voice...

It stopped shaking as it heard a voice and footsteps aproching it, it quickly backed away, pushing himself as close to the wall as he could before covering it's face with it's hands, it's breathing intensified as he clawed at his own face.

??? - " Hello?- WOAH! Hey!, Are you hurt? Hang on i got a medkit don't worry let me patch you up! " - no no no no please no

They noticed it, hiding away in the coner like it always did, wheeping, it retracted even more towards the wall, it visibly flinched when the voice raised in surprise, the footsteps eachoed in it's hear making him shiver even more.

It felt them grab it bicep, out of reflex he swated them away, swiping it's whole arms at them begging that they would go away, it's clenched eye soon snapped open as he realised what it just did, it opened a small gab in between it's fingers and looked up...

...it was him...

...that grin...

It uncovered it's face, they looked...scared, horrified, and it made them...content, he slowly got up, muscles pooping and snapping as he did so, felt relief with each one, he towered over them, it was tall, it was...strong...

...stronger than them...

Meg POV:

( - " W-Wh-What is that, I-I-I don't get it what, genuienly is that, i-is it human? it...it looks, but-what-the body-the face the-everything what- " - )

As the person rose up from the ground Meg felt a heavy sense of anxiety, a building dropped was being slowly being place on top of her, her jaw shivered in pure terror at what laid in front of her, what she first thought was a new survivor with several and severe burn marks on his legs and arms was actually...what ever the fuck it was.

He stared dagers at her, unmoving, Meg looked back and forth at the door had the god pallet laid and it's eyes, it seemed to inch closer and close to her everytime she looked back, until she decided to make a run for it - ?!?

Meg - " AHHH- " - *SLAM* *THUD*

As she raised the first foot she left something thight wrap around her neck and being flung towards the other end of the shed, she fell face first and quicky got up, looking at the thing slowly aproche it, and bolted out the door, limping as she did so.

She let out another scream of help that was again cut short as she felt something pull her ankel backwards, making her fall and grunt even if she fell on snow.

Cracking sounds could soon be heard as a ever incrising pain began to take over her, she snapped around and as soon as she did she saw the thing twist her forele in two seperate directions, she let out a yell that was quicky muffeled as she had her head slammed onto a parge lump of snow.

Meg was grabbed by the shoulder and tossed to the side forcefully, she stared the thing in the eyes as it lifted his leg up and slammed it down with it's heel directly on her thigh, she felt the muscles and bone snap into bits, another scream left her lips along with tears, she felt her leg get grabbed once more and she felt herself lifted up in the air and slammed onto the floor once more, than the rocks, than the trees, each time harder than the last.

She was slammed on the floor once again, her leg being ripped off soon after that, she only wheeped, it's foot slamed on her back as her arms started to get pulled back, soon, they were ripped off as well.

??? POV:

( - " Why...Won't...You...DIED ?!?" - ) he thought as he huffed and puffed irradicly, his hands shaking with adreniline and swiping the air every one in a while.

The man ahead below him continued to laugh, his grin still strong and wide, reachind ear to ear with no issue , not even the teeth seemed to care what he did to them, they stayed up.

He removed just about everything that would hurt him, his nasty fingers which he would always point at him with, his fists that would hit him, his feet that would stomp on him and make loud noises coming towards him, yet that fucking grin remained strong and firm.

Fine, he'd remove the jaw too...

He forced his mouth open, shoving all his of his "Hand" inside and grabbed onto the lower mandible and quickly and harshly pulled towards him, a quick but loud snap could be heard and it was off, but he wasn't done, he then forced the jaw onto his eye shocked, over and over and over again, the eyes getting impaled and blood ozzing from the inside of the skull.

He paused for a moment as he let go of it, it felt...sick, he'd always, was this not what he wanted...w-wait...oh god...what-...what he he done?!

The thought quickly arrived in his head, he killed someone, and there was no denying the evidence, he had blood everywhere on his body, his disgsuting body that he now had, what had he became? he got on his knees as he held his face with one hand and reached out towards the dead body ahead of him, hoping he was still alive, he-

*BOOM* A loud sound came from the inside of the large building ahead of him, it was only now that he realized he was outside, he trembeled in the cold as he held onto his arms, he sheepishly got up, and slowly made his way towards the main entrance of the building, looking like a lodge of some kind, anything is better than outside in the cold, how did he even get here to begin with?

He slammed his body up against the massive doorway, trembeling with more, he was certain he was wearing clothes, he suddenly got a massive headache as he tried to remember what was the last thing he rememberd and possibly how he ended up up north, no way he'd just forget walking from florida all the way to canada, that's..just....imp..po....si......ble...

W h a t. . .

As he looked up from straching his head, he noticed someone, working on a generator, the same grin, suit, position, e v e r y t h i n g, h o w . w a s . H E . A L I V E !?!

They didn't seem to notice him, he walked back into the cold outside, uncaring about the temperature, being ingolfed by a fog that appeard from nowhere, and his scared deminor seemed to dissapear from his eyes.

Dwight POV: - "Shit- come on!-...fuck thought i head something, alright now uhhh..." -

Dwight worked on the middle gen, he knew the risks it would led him to, but this was the closest gen he found, and he hated going outside, always to cold, the entity was just messing with them at this point, maybe it grew a sense of humor? a crued one at that but still, hoping it would go easier on them...hopefully

He heard Meg's screaming a few minutes ago, but it's been... quiet...too quiet, no hooks, no gen popping, nothing, not even a heartbeat, must be Myers then, maybe scratch mirror? those are always fun, not, he despises them, they way most take plesure in what they do, the way the sneak up and the almost no warning they give, he sighed as he whished of a stealth killer that would give a loud head up that he was coming-

bumpbump

... ... ... ...

BumpBump BumpBump

... ...

BUMPBUMP BUMPBUMP BUMPBUMP

BUMPBUMPBUMPBUMPBUMPBUMPBUMPBUMPBUMPBUMPBUMPBUMP-

*CRASH *SLAPT

Dwight - "AAAAAAAAAAAH-" -

*......THUD

*drip...drip

Dwight flintched as he heard something big being thrown onto one of the arm chairs, the forniture taking another second to fall over so he could finaly look at what was it, his heart dropped as he realize what it was.

He looked up while hyperventilating, they saw a naked...thing! with long light bornw hair slowly aproching them, it's arms and legs seeming to strech, making it tower over him even more.

With a swift motion he grabbed a hold of his head, wrapping his fingers tightly around it, Dwight paniked and began scratched it, punching, pulling, everything, anything to make him free.

He felt his body being lifted up, his legs kicking the air, his head began heating up as this things touch was surprisingly hot, he felt his glasses break and send shard onto his eyes along with the heat of this things hands boiling his eyes.

He felt his grip losen, but he soon was tossed up in the air, nearly reaching the roof, but soon after that he felt something grab his leg and pulling towards the ground, his body slammed onto the hard wooden floor, the boards below him shatered, impaling him slightly.

??? POV:

The sound of something going throught the air at a super speed was heard and a squish sound, and Dwight was dead, the thing pulled it's hands off of inside dwight's head, sending brain matter everywhere, and so did his head.

He walked over to it and picked it up, and looked at it for a few seconds, squinting his eyes and slowly turning it from side to side...and wondered...

Nea POV:

- "The fuck was that ruckus?, never heard Dwight scream like that before, looks like someone just earned themselfs a welcome to the fog present" - Nea said as she leaned behind the doorway, flashlight in hand, gotta be a new killer, something weird is going on and no killer she faced up until now had a match like this, either that or Myers is being a sack of shit and using scratch mirror, one of the other, either way, hope this person is fotogenic, cause they are about to take their pic taken.

- "KILLER, IS THAT A-...a-a--aaa-a w-w-w-w-wwee-e-ee-eed?" - She said as she turned around the corner, her confident tone of voice was replaced with stutering as she saw the blood everywhere, a body laid on a knocked over chair and Dwight standing over it, back turned towars her.

- "DWIGHT! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPEN?!?" - she yelled as him, begging for awnser, Dwight turned around but something was...wrong, he looked like he had an eye infection and-...w-what was....what was in his hands is...that...a head-

David POV:

- "Shit shit shit shit, fuck, what the hell is going on in there, why is everyone screaming" - David ran as his mind exploded with questions, whatever was going on, he needed to put a stop to it, cause it clearly wasn't helping them escape.

He came to a halt, semi drifting on the snow and saw Dwight closing a locker, ugh Dwight dwigh, always with the lockers

- "Oi! Fairfield!" - he said as he jogged towards him, and he turned around, David stopped dead in his tracks and stared at him with a confused look - "...Fairfield?" - he didn't respond...

*Clack*

*Woooooooooooooooooooooooosh*

David's heart sank and his eyes widen as he heard a metalic noise come from behind him, he didn't even turn around, he knew what it ment, hatch was open, question is, how is it open if Dwight is standing right in front of him, it only appears if one survivor is alive, then that means...

that ain't Dwight.

"Dwight" looked behind davis, eyeing the hatch, before looking back at david who had begun making a mad sprint towards it, but as he was about to reach it, he felt something grab a gold of his ankel and twisted it, david screamed as he felt his other ankel get twisted and heard footsetps going from the hard floor to the soft snow.

David crawled towards it and as he placed his hand on the edge of the hole he felt his fingers get crushed as "Dwight" closed the hatch, making David groan in agonny, but it soon turned into chukeling.

- "Well *grunt* guess ya won this round, but don't get too cocky mate, you just got lucky is all, we'll *long groan* be prepared for ya next time, then we'll see who'll have the last laught" - he still didn't responce, only stared at him, he leaned slightly foreward putting more presure on the door and DAvid grunts hard, before he leaned back and continued to stare.

- "Well?, gonna wait till i bleed out?, who shat in your bowl of cereal this morning ya lanky cunt- wha- oi! wut are- " David observed as the killer walked over to his side and began forcing the hatch open, now the hatch getting reopen wasn't hard, if ya had key that is, but this freack was prying it open with it's bare hands.

- "Dunno what your plan is but ya ain't gon-

*METTALIC CLANK*

*Woooooooooooooooooooooosh*

David's eyes widen as the hatch door, the same one that he and many others, survivors and killers alike, tried many times in the best of they're conditions to forcefully open, be opened by this lanky skinwalker fuck, rightfully he was confused with a mix for anger and jealousy.

- "WHAT THE- HOW DID YOU DO THAT!?- HEY WAIT! HEY HEY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!?" - david yelled as the killer grabbed him by his jacket and shoved him towards it, at first he was slightly confused, but if it ment only having pain in his finger for a few hours, he won't mind.

That would be good woun't it?

David felt himself suddenly stop getting pushed, nose mere inches from the fog that lead to freedom, he looked back in an instant hoping that he wasn't planning what he thought he was, but his worst suspitions were true.

Above him stood the killed, hand on the trap door he forced open a while back, he slammed the door with as much force as he cold, the sharp metal bits along with the impact hit david lower part of the neck, he yelled slightly in pain, but the worst had yet to come.

He heard muscles snapping and his grip seemed to tighten, then David heard a something heavy land on top of the hatch followed by a large ammount of pain, he screamed in agony as he heard the slam again, and again, this was one of if not the worst death he had experienced he didn't even go numb from the constant pain, he could still feel every singel inch of skin he lost, every muscle that snapped, every bone that cracked, until-

*SNAP* *CLACK*

??? POV

...it was done, he picked up the body up and threw it away, blood driping from the new hole on the neck and wipped the liquid off his feet on the snow, as he took a deap breath, adreneline slowly decreasing as he finished his "work".

He looked behind his hands as a fog soon ungolfted him, a darker one, filled with mystery and anxiety, yet he did feel anything, he just let it happen.

??? - "Y o u a r e a n i n t e r e s t i n g i n d i v i d u a l" - a voice, a noise, whatever it was, it called it's hime without refereing to him, he turned around and saw it, it was nothing, yet everything, a dark pit of fog, void, emptiness, hairy claws reached out of him, yet he did not flintch.

- "P a r t o f y o u i s m i s s i n g, y e t y o u a r e w h o l e, h o w e v e r, y o u w e r e n o t i n v i t e d h e r e, y o u d i d n o t f o l l o w m y r u l e s" - the claws where mere inches away from his lower jaw.

- "B u t, I a m p l e a s e d, s o, t h i s w i l l b e f o r g i v e n, h o w e v e r, d o n o t r e p e a t t h e s a m e m i s t a k e s t w i c e" - the claws retreacked into the darkness as the area around him grew silent, they felt nothing towards the noise, it was nothing but that, noise, annoying noise trying to be scary.

The area around changed again, he was in a forest, it seemed like it was dusk, it was cold, but not as cold as the last location, it was just a gentle brezze, it felt nice, it feel...relaxing...but it soon went away

In the distance he saw a light, and...voices...several voices...f a m i l i a r v o i c e s, he squinted his eyes and frowns in confusion and interest, so he aproched it, slowly.

Him - "He was so ugly" -

Him - "What did we do to him" -

Him - "What he did to us...it was...it was so uncalled for!" -

Him - "Calm down we'll get him, he'll be punished" -

It was all him, just him, nothing but him, his face, grin, fingers, the voice, everything, they stood around the fire, mocking him, mocking his name, mocking his looks, promissing to hurt him, he grinned, his burnt and disfigured flesh snapping as his grin reached the top of his head...speaking of head...

*THUD*

*drip drip drip*

Everyone - "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" -

While everyone was talking, talking all that crap, the head of that version of him he snaped on the hatch, dropped on top of one of they're heads, they where kncked out cold, dropped to the groud as the rest screamed in fear.

He let out a low and distorted chukel as one of them noticed him as he locked eyes and visibly flintched, recoiling back and poiting in his direction, but by the time everyone looked, he was gone

This will be fun.

I did not expect this to take this long i spend half the day staring into the abyss wtf is wrong with me anyway yaya i finished !!!

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joanofarccoded · 1 year

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jig from twitter gab from twitter and iris from twitter im holding hands w all of u

#i thought we lost gab forever but thankfully they're alive and well on tumblr #zoë.txt

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18 - Newfound Delights

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My dearest Dancel,

I shall not apologize for the absence of news. My life in Edengrove has been quite eventful. Everything is new, but there is a strange sense of familiarity. It is as if I have not left our summerhouse in Somersetshire, and yet strained as our marital circumstances have been, I am content, and found purpose in my duties as duchess and wife.

Gabriel is ever the tender gentleman, and in many ways, he reminds me of you and Ergon. Lady Nightbloom has taken her fair share of liberal expressions of Gabriel's character, but who he truly is is a secret and a privilege only I am able to witness. And what joy it is to be married to such a delightful, chaste character. Of course, his usual stoicism and judgmental attitude are ever present in the business, which he holds quite frequently during the day - but when there is nothing left to judge, he is gentile and passionate, as much as he wishes to hide the latter.

I do so wish to tell you more, but I fear a letter will be too short an opportunity. Which is why I invite you and the Stewart family to visit us post haste, by Friday at the latest. I know it has not been long since I left, but I hope you will come.

Ever your starling,

Daleon Driscol

The entirety of Esther Hall was in a delighted uproar in the anticipation of their guests. All throughout the house, footsteps thundered to and fro, carrying materials, decorations, and construction supplies for the upcoming celebration. It was a much different atmosphere compared to when Daleon first arrived, and her worry for being returned to London after her marriage was well past her then. Daleon wondered why she ever feared it at all. Gab had not pushed her away, and they quickly grew accustomed to sharing the same quarters, and living together in general. In response, she became bolder in her advances. She kissed his cheek every morning upon waking or seeing him if he was awake before her. He was understandably apprehensive of them at first, even in private, but she could see how he slowly began to recoil less, and lean more towards her.

And it was in that gradual acceptance of her affection, and the slow reciprocation of it, that she found herself in an unexpected predicament of simultaneous content and discontent. The content came from being able to express her affection once a day; the discontent stemmed from wanting more.

Heaven forbid she started thinking her marriage was beginning to dull so soon (it was not). But lately, on the occasion she closed her eyes, she pictured Gab - beautiful, stunning, and gentle as he was with his affections, doing more than the minimalist reciprocations of her affections. Where could those lips and hands touch? What wonders of their united souls could be uncovered if they were a little more engaging?

But such vulgar thoughts had no place in the mind of a duchess.

The ball served as a good distraction from her wandering implicit thoughts, and the staff shared the sentiment.

"A ball requested by the king is one thing, but his grace has not allowed visitors since his parents’ passing," said Mrs. Warrick. She and Daleon were in the large banquet hall that was to be used for the evening soiree. The flowers had yet to be delivered, but Daleon wanted a head start on the other decorations and party favors.*

"That is only to be expected, Mrs. Warrick," said Daleon proudly. "If I do not take action, Gabriel will only be brooding in his study for the rest of his days. A man of his youth should be enjoying his time with family and acquaintance." They tied lavender ribbons to small wicker baskets woven by some of the craftsmen. "Did the former duchess not hold gatherings?"

"Only a few, your grace," Mrs. Warrick admitted. "There was only a handful before Lady Emily's condition worsened."

"What was her ailment? If I may ask?"

"A sickness in the lungs. There was no cure. Lord Isaac tried everything he could afford." There was a flash of pained nostalgia on the headmistress' face. "It robbed our mistress of her joyful youth, and it was hard for the young master to watch his mother so sick. It hardened him into adulthood so quickly." She passed a few of the finished baskets to a maid before continuing. "I've told him time and time again in the absence of his parents that they would not wish their bright and clever boy to be cooped up in this place in solitude."

Then she turned to Daleon and smiled. "You remind us very much of our late Lady Emily. And we are only so happy to see the young master cared for."

Daleon could only smile modestly, not uttering a word.

"Oh goodness, look at me. My apologies, your grace. I spoke out of turn."

"Nonsense, Mrs. Warrick. I doubt Gabriel would ever confess to me of his past. I am honored."

Speaking of Gab, he marched in, a scowl on his face. "Daleon, why have you purchased multiple large canopy tents? I believed we were only having the soiree in the evening."

"Dear, do try not to frown so much," she said while smoothing the creases between his brows with her fingers. He relaxed under her touch. "You'll age faster. And why can't we have an outside canopy? We'll never know if our guests will arrive early, and they'd have much more fun outside than in. I've purchased pall mall equipment too. Besides, it will establish your reputation for the better by being a welcoming host."

"You mean our reputation," he picked up a basket and inspected it mindlessly. "Which is all well." He sighed, still reluctant at the idea of having guests.

She hung her head to hide her flushed face. "Our earlier guests should be arriving soon," she said.

"Ah, yes. More people to parade on my quiet recluse."

"They're our family."

"I'm not against them coming,"

"Except for Fauta, I presume."

"He knows no tact and is sure to try and make advances on the maids, if not you. It has happened before."

She tried to play coy. Though in truth, she was elated at Gabriel's words. "Well, in that case, I shall gladly glue myself to your side."

"I do not believe that will improve things, but I would want you to stay close to me as much as possible."

Now, she could no longer hide the smile on her face. It grew on her more and more until she was smiling silly and she wanted to let out a squeal of glee.

"To protect you from Fauta," Gab reasoned against the evident redness of his own face. "Stop smiling."

She pressed the back of her hand to her lips to hide it, but it was too late. She did not think in her lifetime that a man several years her age could be so darling, and her heart swelled at the notion that he was her husband.

"Leave us," he suddenly commanded. Mrs. Warrick clapped her hands, stopping the servants from their decorating, and quickly fled the ballroom, closing the doors on their way out. Gab bit his lip, clearly displeased.

Daleon's smile disappeared. "I'm sorry," she said. "I did not mean to embarrass you."

"Be that as it may. I meant what I said. I don't want him near you." He reached out his hand, brushed his knuckles over her cheek, and held it there.

She swallowed, trying to control her breathing and rapidly beating heart. "I shall be on my guard."

A knock came at the doors. It opened, and in popped the head of a maid. The couple pulled away instantly, discreetly straightening their clothes. "Your grace, there is a carriage outside."

A dark and brooding carriage rolled up on the front steps of Esther Hall. Dancel and Peggy stepped down, and Daleon ran to embrace them both. "Where is Ergon?" she asked.

'"He does not wish to be disturbed," Dancel replied. "He has informed me of where he is, but has instructed me not to tell you or anyone else. He wishes you well."

To think Ergon would ever deny himself the opportunity to see her. "For all our time together as siblings, this may be the first where I am unable to decipher his intentions." She stopped herself from shedding a tear. "Has my marriage to Gabriel truly made him so distraught?"

"He has always hoped that you would stay with him forever."

"I know that," she said, rubbing her hands to keep herself from worrying. "I only wish I could solace him now and make him understand. We don't have to be apart just because I'm married. We are still—"

"I assure you starling, he is safe." Dancel took her hands and held them. "He will return when he is ready to face you. Give him time."

She nodded, squeezed his hands in return, and thought to change the subject. "But what of you now?"

Dancel smiled. "I am not alone. Zaheer has always been great company, as is Peggy when he is not hiding in his home and writing his book. And Roush calls on me almost every day."

Over his shoulder, Daleon saw Roush emerge from the carriage, smiling and tipping his hat. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Peggy frown.

Lord Ainsworth and Fauta arrived a few minutes later, just in time for tea. They arranged for a table under the canopy of one of the newly purchased tents. Sandwiches and biscuits, scones with clotted cream, petit fours and Victoria sponges were stacked neatly on tiered trays accompanied by citrus tea brewing in pots. The scent put everyone at ease as they gathered around. Fall was almost upon them, and the leaves in the trees began to change their hue.

"Never in a million years did I imagine both of our families to share a table," said Ainsworth with a laugh. He began to look worse for wear, and it should have been with the news of Jellie being sent to Lairvania to meet with Prince Lakas, and as much as Ainsworth wished to be with his precious granddaughter, his weary bones would not last the trip, and Mika therefore was absent from their gathering in Ainsworth's place.

"It is all very exciting, isn't it?" he continued. "But surely you did not invite us here simply to have tea.” He shifted in his seat, turning towards Daleon.

“Does the lady of the house have something to say?"

She did not know whether to praise the older gentleman for his keenness, but the looks from the other men at the table were oddly expectant of her. Perhaps because she was the only lady at the table, but she had not an inkling of what they wished to hear from her.

"Well, I suppose I shall tell you," she said, oblivious to their expectations. "The king has requested a ball to be held in his honor. I invited all of you here a little early, to settle in ahead of the other guests we had planned."

She reached her hand out to Gab's. He took it instantly. "And I know it has only been a short window of time, but I wanted Gab and I to see our families again.”

A cacophony of sighs escaped their guests; some relieved, some disappointed. Daleon pretended not to notice.

Fauta raised his cup, gazing at the couple. "In other words, you have not consummated your marriage, have you?"

Gab nearly choked on his tea, spurting some before a fit of violent coughing. Tea spilled from his cup, and Daleon quickly wiped it with a napkin. A maid came to assist.

When things were sorted, Gab sat down and glared at the viscount. "I have only been married a little over a week," he pointed out. Daleon tried to calm him, placing a firm hand on his shoulder.

“Gabriel,”

"And even if we had, did it not once cross your mind that she- we would not be expecting such a thing?"

"A week is too long if you ask me,” said Fauta. “You have the diamond of your season as your wife."

"By circumstance!" Gab glanced at her, eyes flickering as he realized what his words may have implied. "Pleasant circumstance. That does not concern you."

The other guests glared at him with disdain. Dancel and Ainsworth especially. Their icy glares almost matched.

"Indeed, it doesn't." Fauta slunk slightly into his seat, sipping the rest of his tea in silence.

"My married life will remain private, and that is all I will say on the matter." Gab was inconsolable at this stage. He clicked his tongue. "Keith,"

The valet approached the table.

"Have the archery range set up. I need to clear my head."

Gab set his tea down with a loud clack, stood up and marched in the direction of the courtyard, west of Esther Hall.

Daleon glared at Fauta, baffled by his audacity, however she was still rather confused by what had transpired. Their marriage was an imperfect subject to discuss, that much was certain. Had she been wrong to believe that it was? No. Gab was more important. Shaking her head, she thought to go after Gab, but Ainsworth stopped her.

"Your grace, might I ask if you would take me further into the gardens?" he said. "There is someone I wish to see."

She looked at him, puzzled. “Who?”

Ainsworth offered Daleon his arm, and together they ventured a little ways ahead from their party. He picked a few daisies along the many rows of blooms, gathering them into a small bouquet.

“I should assume his grace has shown you around?”

“Not the full extent of the gardens, my lord,” she confessed. “But even from the windows upstairs, I can very well see their splendor.”

“Well, I pray my memory is not too faulty, but there is something of significance just by that willow tree.”

Daleon had seen the tree, but she always found its placement odd. From the higher floors, one could see how it stood askew from the rest of the garden. The garden centered around the tree, and the decorative flora stemmed from it as if it were the core of its beauty. Its massive boughs, ominous yet serene, beckoned them closer. Its long tendrils of leaves were perfectly parted, like an entryway into another world. When they neared, Daleon saw stone piercing through the root - a gravestone, and engraved upon it were the names Emily Stewart Driscol and Isaac Driscol.

Despite his wearying age, Ainsworth knelt, and offered the daisies, simply letting them stand on the moss-covered stone. He offered a quick prayer, crossed himself, and stood.

“You must forgive Gabriel for his outburst, and Fauta too for his…spontaneity.”

Daleon approached the stone, gingerly running her fingers along the curves. She thought to send for a servant to clean it. “On the contrary, I think it shows how close they are.”

“Most of my nieces and nephews bore singletons. We agreed it best to bring them all together so they could view each other as brothers and sisters. But Gabriel always preferred his own company, or rather, he preferred the company of adults.” He smiled fondly in memory. “He always used to say we had more interesting conversations, but Emily always said he never understood a word.”

She thought it sad to hear stories about Gab from other people. It was certainly not a crime or something to find flaw in. However; “I do so wish he would be a little more open with me. I want to know what he thinks of me, if I am making him happy…”

Another thought crossed her mind.

“My lord, I find it incredibly ludicrous to ask you something, despite our very brief connections,”

“My child, you may ask me anything.”

“I suppose these words may not fully be credible considering they’re Fauta’s but, what did he mean by ‘consummating a marriage’?”

Ainsworth did not react, though his gaze showed him pondering how to respond.

“Marriage is the physical and spiritual binding between man and woman,” he said. “When you married in church, that completed the spiritual binding. Consummating the marriage is the physical part of it.” His eyes twitched a little, and Daleon did not know if he was unnerved or mortified.

“It is not as easy as I make it sound. Some consummate their marriage on the night of their wedding, but others take their time. Do not doubt Gabriel’s love for you. It is there. It has only chosen to manifest itself differently.”

She worried her bottom lip. “And what if we do not consummate our marriage?’

“That,” he gave her a knowing smile. “Is something you must ask your husband.”

As Daleon tried to fathom what any of it meant, she wondered: had Fauta presented her with an opportunity or a conundrum that could threaten her marriage?

#heavenlyhelly #fanfic

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grubauer · 3 years

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pls know that if im taking like 2 mins extra to reply im probably eating avocado toast and typing with one hand

#and i cant keysmash w one hand so bear with me for a minute #my face is stuffed with food and i cannot appropriately react so hold on #gab’s bullshit #cw food

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silversatoru · 3 years

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i made this instead of doing my stacks of homework ^

step bro!itadori yuuji x f!reader

synopsis: i don’t think i even have to say this but you get stuck in a dryer and your step-brother yuuji fucks the shit out of you

t/w: 18+!!!, aged-up yuuji, stepcest, noncon/dubcon, manipulation, filming without consent, mild impact play, creampie, mild overstimulation, mild dumbification (but also reader is just dumb), mention of masturbation

w/c: 2.3k

a/n: hey!!! i joined this super fun collab hosted by my new gf @suna-reversed (thank u for letting me be a part of it!!) so if you enjoy this i highly recommend checking out the rest of the talented writers in this collab :) the jujutsuhub masterlist is here !! also,, biggest thank u my lovely friend @brandmeyelena for helping me to plan and perfect this fic throughout the entire process <333

you were a good daughter, certainty not the sharpest or the most intelligent, but you were helpful and compliant and you always did your chores. and you truly didn’t mind helping out around the house either; sweeping the floors and doing the dishes was easy enough, but there was one task that plagued you a bit more than the rest — doing the laundry. the buttons were just so confusing, and there were so many of them! and on top of that, your short stature made it nearly impossible to empty the fresh clothing out of your top-loaded dryer.

you were struggling with that exact issue right now, pushing onto your tip-toes as you tried to reach that last pesky sock stuck at the bottom of the dryer. your finger tips brushed over the warm fabric, just an inch short of being able to snatch it into your hand.

you wiggled your hips a little further, your feet lifting off the floor and your weight shifting so you fell deeper into the dryer. you were finally able to grasp the sock, but you were unable to push yourself back out, feet swinging wildly as you tried to squirm your way out of the machine.

“hey, what are you doing?”

your face flushed at the sound of your step-brother’s voice coming from behind you, your senses becoming suddenly aware of how far your dress was riding up your thighs. a pitiful whimper of embarrassment slid past your lips as you realized you couldn’t even pull your dress down — you needed both hands to hold you up and prevent you from falling into the dryer.

“ah! yuuji! ...i got stuck,” you pouted shamefully, thankful that you couldn’t see his face right now.

“again? isn’t this like... the third time?” he asked it like a genuine question, but you still felt stupid for getting stuck in the same predicament multiple times.

“mhm, can you help? please?” you whined at him, still wiggling your hips in a poor attempt to free yourself.

this only made your dress slide higher, the underside of your ass cheeks becoming prominently visible against the edge of the fabric. yuuji couldn’t help himself, gabbing his phone and snapping a few secret pictures of your exposed back-side. he planned to save those for later, maybe jack off to them if he was bored, but then a different idea flooded his head — you were no position to stop him from doing whatever he wanted right now.

he propped his phone up on top of one of the various laundry baskets, starting a video recording without your knowledge. then he waltzed back over, sliding a single finger under the fabric of your dress and tracing his finger around your round ass cheek. the sensation of touch made you flinch, your mouth gaping open as you fumbled over your next word.

“y-yuuji?” you stammered, trying to move away which only caused your ass to jiggle and shake more than it already was.

“shh, i’m helping,” he murmured, stroking his finger all the way down to your thigh.

he moved his other hand over your pretty cunt, the fabric of your panties hugging perfectly against your folds. he brushed two of his fingers up your clothed slit, causing you to yelp and continue to wriggle around.

“step-brother? what are you doing?” you continued to question him, your voice light and laced with confusion.

“i’ll help you get unstuck, but you have to repay me somehow, little sister,” he clicked his tongue at you, an evil grin that you couldn’t see stretching his lips.

he continued to poke and prod at your soft, clothed pussy, his mouth salivating as he imagined the things he could do to you in this position. every brush of his fingers coaxed gasps and whimpers from your lips, your worries and protests falling on deaf ears.

“y-you’re my brother, yuuji! w-we can’t do this!” you continued to argue, but his gentle fingers were starting to feel really good — small streams of fluid flowing out of your cunt and seeping into your panties.

“it seems like you want me to,” he observed, poking his finger at the small wet spot that was forming now, “and mom and dad won’t be home until later. no one will find out”.

you felt his strong hands weave their way underneath the straps of your undergarments, swiftly pulling them down your thighs and letting them dangle from your ankles. you sucked in a sharp breath at the feeling of your wet cunt being exposed to the cool air, shifting your hips and filling yuuji’s head with more sinful ideas.

you couldn’t see anything (with your head still being stuck in the dryer) but you heard your brother’s own pants fall to the floor, a loud clank of his belt buckle against the tiles confirming your suspicions. everything about this felt so wrong, but at the same time, you’d always been shamefully attracted to yuuji — eyes lingering on his chiseled chest for a little too long when he walked around the house shirtless.

your head was swirling with thoughts like: would it really be that wrong if the two of you indulged in each other while no one was around? it’s not like you were actually blood related or anything.

on the other hand, yuuji had a one-track mind, and he wasn’t having any of the doubts that you were — he had a tendency to listen to his dick instead of his brain. and right now your round, plump ass was staring him in the face and begging to get fucked. how could he not take advantage of this opportunity?

he lifted his hand and gave a firm slap to your right ass check, earning a gasped yelp from you which made his dick twitch and strain. he mumbled under his breath, something along the lines of ‘i’ve always wanted to do that’ but it was kind of hard to hear from the depths of the dryer.

he’d used a reasonable amount of force, a puffy handprint forming on the surface on your skin. he decided that the other cheek should match, delivering another firm strike to the other side and watching you squirm and whimper at the impact.

he grabbed his phone and pulled it over for a few close ups, showing off the swollen skin to the camera. he then placed a finger at the front of your entrance, the puffy, slick walls sucking it in as he delivered a few warm-up strokes with his hand. the camera picked up on all the grotesque squelching noises made by his finger in your cunt, as well as the embarrassed yelps and moans leaving your lips.

now that you had two matching, swollen hand prints, and your pussy had been properly prepped, he decided he was ready for the main course. yuuji returned his phone to its spot on the laundry basket before grabbing a low stool from the corner of the room and setting it in front of the dryer so he could stand on it for easier access. his cock was red and veiny, begging for entrance into your tight cunt as he wrapped one hand around it to position himself.

you’d always imagined your step-brother’s dick to be lengthy, and your assumptions were proven correct when your felt a tight pressure in your core. his girthy size pushed and stretched at your walls, pained mewls leaking from between your teeth as you clawed at the bottom of the dryer.

yuuji let out a groan that was almost animalistic, throwing his head back and placing a firm grip on either side of your hips. the way your pitiful form was positioned on the dryer gave him excellent access, the curve of his dick allowing him to stretch you deep, reaching all the way to the spongy patch of tissue that made you feel so good.

a jumble of grotesque noises filled the room, a chorus your sloppy moans, yuuji’s pleasured grunts, and the steady slap of his hips on your ass. he’d imagined what this would be like more times than he could count — fucking himself into his fleshlight and mumbling your name while he did so. but no matter how many times he’d dreamed of this moment, he never expected your walls to be so tight — so perfectly snug around his cock.

“yuuji!” you repeated his name a few times, head so dazed from the overwhelming bliss that you’d forgotten all about the initial guilt you’d felt.

“see, i knew you’d like this, little sister. your big brother would never steer you wrong, would he?” he knew his words were manipulative, but god, you were much too dumb to understand or grasp the concept of manipulation — you’d just agree with him like you always do.

“no! he would never!” you whined, letting your head dip lower into the dryer so he could fuck you at an even better angle.

your messy cunt squelched and squeezed a small stream of juices down your thigh as he picked up a deeper, faster pace, your moans becoming higher and more unsteady in response. he could feel your sloppy walls fluttering and constricting against him, his fingertips digging deeper into your hips as he let out a few breathy moans.

the tip of his cock slammed into your pleasure spot with every stroke, voiding your brain of any cohesive thoughts you might have had hiding in there. you moaned and whimpered over and over, whining yuuji’s name like a mantra as drool spilled from your lips.

yuuji could almost imagine your perfectly fucked-out face — your eyes rolling into your head and your mouth hanging open lazily. he grunted at the thought, deciding that the next time he fucked you it was gonna be somewhere that he could watch your face and really enjoy the show — because there was definitely going to be a next time.

there was a tight coil forming in your stomach, building up more and more the longer that your step-brother railed himself into you from behind. you hardly even noticed how sore your hips were getting or how numb and tingly your legs were from being bent over the dryer, yuuji’s dick filling you up so well that those things became an afterthought.

after a few more pounds to your oozing cunt that hit deep enough to graze your cervix, you felt a heightened wave of pleasure begin to crash over your body. surges of the most blissful sensation you’d ever felt racked through your systems, your whines becoming borderline screams as yuuji fucked you through your orgasm.

the way your warm, messy walls fluctuated and gripped around his cock pushed him close to his own climax, but he wasn’t quite ready to be done with you yet. he continued to provide heavy, forceful thrusts, abusing your now sensitive cunt and moaning loudly as your juices squelched out around the edges of your entrance. the disgusting sounds of your fluids squeezing out around his cock nearly sent him over the edge again, but he was determined to ride this out for as long as he could.

“it’s too much!” you wailed between heavy breaths, every stroke sending jolts of overstimulation through your clit.

you wiggled and whined, legs clenching together in defense and causing your pussy to wrap even tighter around yuuji’s dick. the added pressure and increased pleasure was something he could no longer surpass, succumbing to his own orgasm just moments later.

“fuck, feels- too- fucking- good- shit,” he grunted a long string of mostly profanity, emptying his hot release into your caverns as you continued to cry out and whimper underneath him.

yuuji had fucked you even stupider than you already were, your head way too dazed for you to even realize he was filling your insides with warm, sticky semen. he milked his orgasm all the way through and then some, his cock aching and twitching by the time he finally pulled it out of your white-stuffed cunt.

he wrapped his toned arms around your waist, finally pulling you out of the dryer and attempting to stand you up. but between the lack of blood flow to your legs from being stuck, and the good fuck yuuji had just given you, your lower extremities were in no shape to hold you up. you sunk right to the floor, your messy pussy spilling everywhere and leaving puddles of fluid and semen.

“thanks for helping me get un-stuck, big brother,” you looked up at him with admiration, blissfully unaware of how he was using your utter stupidity to his advantage.

“of course, you want me to carry you to bed?” he gave you a sympathetic look, squatting down with his back to you.

you hummed happily, wrapping your arms around his neck and climbing onto his muscular back. he carried you down the hall and into your room, laying you down and handing you an old towel for you to clean yourself up with. you were a pitiful site, hazy eyes and an ignorant smile resting on your face as yuuji admired your damaged little cunt for a few more moments before returning to the laundry room.

he grabbed his phone and ended the video, thankful that you were much to oblivious to notice that it was recording the entire time. he was definitely going to hold onto the recording for safe keeping and later use — and shit, maybe he’d even upload it to pornhub and make a quick buck too.

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sweet-pea-channie · 3 years

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Ouch - Stiles Stilinski Imagine (Smut)

Author: @sweet-pea-channie

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Words: 2,2k+ (It’s short, I know)

Warnings: smut, begging, dirty talk, handcuffs, doggy, fluff in-between moments, swearing

Requested by @gabys-gabs: so, if you have accepted requests, I would like one of Stiles in which he is very wild in sex and leaves her with several marks and his father ends up seeing and confronts him thinking he is attacking her, and she ends up telling him that it was in sex. sorry for the bad english, and thanks in advance

AN: Slight warning, it just goes right into smut! I warned you! Also, sorry that this took me so long. I was busy writing my books on Wattpad. :/

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Your wrists kept rubbing on the metal, that was wrapped around them as another moan left your lips. It was hard to resist the urge to touch him while he was pounding into you like there’d be no tomorrow, but the handcuffs kept your hands far away from him.

Feeling the well-known pleasure that came over your body, you knew that you were close. Your toes were curled into the bedsheets and your head was thrown back onto the pillow.

His hand slipped between your naked and sweat covered bodies and rested on your sensitive nub. “Come on, Y/N. I know that you’re close,” he moaned as he slowly rubbed your clit with his thumb. “I can feel you clench around my dick.”

“Faster,” you breathed out. “Please.”

He listened to your plea and quickened up. The sound of his hip, smacking against yours, filled the room. But in one swift moment, he pulled out and grabbed your hips, turning you around. Your arms were now twisted in a weird angle, but the slight pain was nothing compared to what you were feeling down there.

He was pounding into your pussy fully speed with his hands on your waist, so tight that he was probably leaving bruises.

“Oh god,” you moaned and pressed your face into the mattress. You wanted to touch yourself so badly, wanting to release yourself around his cock. “Please, ‘m so close,” you reminded him.

He wasted no time and found your aching nub in a heart beat. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, as he felt you growing closer to the edge.

“You want to milk me dry, Y/N? Huh? You want to do that?”

“Yes, please! I- I’m so close.”

He rubbed faster while you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your knees were getting weak, your eyes shut while you let out the sexiest cry. Your orgasm hit you harder than you could’ve thought, and you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore. Falling down on your stomach, he let go of your clit and, but kept his hands on your hips. His thrusts were getting sloppy, and you knew that he was close as well. He needed a few more, until he loaded his semen into you, his dick filled you completely.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned and laid on top of you, his hands were holding most of his weight off you.

You were both catching your breaths with his naked chest pressed against your back. “You were amazing, Y/N,” he mumbled as he pulled out and turned you back on your back.

You smiled at him and watched him as he got out of bed and grabbed the nearest towel, cleaning you up.

“You know, Stiles. Before you clean me, you could also take these off,” you smiled and wiggled with your wrists.

“Yeah, right,” he laughed and grabbed the keys from his nightstand and opened the handcuffs. “Dad probably needs them back.”

“You stole them?” you asked him in disbelief. Yes, Stiles did a lot of crazy things. It was nothing new for you. But every once in a while, you still couldn’t believe his words.

“I borrowed them. That’s a difference.”

Once the handcuffs were off, Stiles grabbed your hands and stared at the bruises that the handcuffs left. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No,” you said in a soft voice and sat up, placing a sweet kiss on his lips. “It will just burn for a few days.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be. I told you to use them, right?”

He nodded and placed a gentle kiss to your hairline. “Come on, let’s get you out of here before my Dad wakes up to get ready for his night shift.. and before he realizes that his handcuffs are missing.”

“You still haven’t told him?” you asked him and sat up on his bed, fishing for your underwear.

“I want to, I really want to. It’s just… he’s so busy right now with this case and I want to tell him when he’s.. you know, not so stressed out,” he stammered, pulling up his pajama pants in a rush, forgoing his boxer briefs.

“So you think he won’t be happy for us to be together? That makes no sense, Stiles. We’ve known each other since kindergarten,” you reminded him.

“I know! And that’s why it’s probably going to blow his mind! We took bubble baths together!”

“We still do,” you smiled.

“But it’s not the same anymore. We had to take a bath together when we were younger because they forced us to. And now we take them because… well, I like to see you naked,” he said in a rush with his hands all over the place.

“Stiles!” you warned him and grabbed your shirt that he got for you.

“What? It’s true. Have you seen yourself?”

“Multiple times, yes.”

“Of course, you have,” he muttered and rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand. “I’m sorry okay. I will tell him soon. Why don’t we cook him dinner some time? And then we can tell him together.”

“You can’t cook, Stiles,” you reminded him, rolling your eyes. “But what about this? I’m going to cook, while you just stand next to me and help me and take my orders.”

“I will take every order!”

Two days had passed since you told Stiles to arrange a dinner with his dad. Sheriff was a bit confused after his son asked him out for home-made-dinner, but once he said that you were cooking, Sheriff was relieved. He basically raised you as well, next to your parents of course, but he can’t remember a weekend when you weren’t together with Stiles. He had given up, hoping that Stiles and you could be something more than just friends. Too much time had passed and after Stiles dated Malia for a few months, he knew that Stiles would never see something more in you.

So there you were, standing in the kitchen of the Stilinski household with a spatula in your hand, making sure that the steaks wouldn’t burn. Stiles was right next to you, sitting on the counter. He was watching over your shoulder the whole time, sighing from time to time.

You put the spatula away and turned around. You had no idea why he was acting the way he was. His head was cast down, and he didn’t say a word. And a non-talking Stiles was rare.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“I don’t know. I think I’m just scared that my dad will give me the talk about not hurting you,” he replied.

“Why would he?”

“You’re basically the daughter he never had, so he doesn’t want me to hurt you, even though I’m his own son.”

You just rolled your eyes and put your hands on his knees, pushing them apart so you could fit between them. “You’re worrying too much. My mom was so happy after I told her. You know she loves you and so does your dad love me.”

“You told your mom?”

“Of course,” you replied. “I told her right away after we, you know, had sex for the first time.”

“Oh god,” Stiles groaned. “That’s why she’s acting the way she does every time I come over.”

You exhaled loudly, before you grabbed his face and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “Stop worrying and start setting the table.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said and hopped off the counter while you took the pan with the steaks off the stove and put it into the oven next to the potato edges so they could simmer until Noah arrived. Meanwhile, you grabbed the asparagus and prepped everything to put them in another pan. “Hmm, smells delicious,” you heard the voice of Noah. Once you put everything in the pan, you turned around and greeted Stiles father who just got rid of his jacket “Wow, it’s been a while since I came home to something like this.” “Don’t get used to it,” Stiles joked and grabbed the glasses from the cupboard. “Here, sit down, Dad.” “Dinner will be ready in a bit. I just have to sauté the asparagus real quick, and then we’ll be ready,” you smiled at the two men and turned back around. Stiles attitude changed immediately once his father came back home. You couldn’t understand why he’d make such a fuss out of it, but you were happy that he was going to tell his dad anyhow.

Once dinner was ready, you found yourself at the dining table with Stiles and his father. Rolling up your sleeves, you grabbed Noah’s plate and filled it with your cooking. You didn’t see him staring at your wrists, it was not to be overseen. Noah stared at Stiles afterwards, giving him a look. Stiles gasped, thinking that he had been caught using his father’s cuffs, but that was not the look Noah was giving him.

“Y/N, can I ask you a question?” Noah asked out of nowhere. You gave him his plate back and grabbed Stiles’.

“Sure,” you replied and smiled at the Sheriff, not knowing what was coming for you.

“Do you have any trouble at home?”

You looked at Stiles before you looked at his father. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand,” you mumbled and sat down. Your knees were giving in even though you had no clue why.

“Those marks on your wrist,” Noah said and grabbed his own left wrist to show you what he was referring to. “Please tell me your parents are not abusive. You’ve been staying at our house quite often and now there are those marks. I can talk with your parents if you want to.”

You widened your eyes and rolled your sleeves back down. A sign that Noah interpret as an answer in the affirmative.

“You can stay here as long as you want to, and I’ll make sure to put it in order the first thing in the morning.”

“Oh my god, I’m so going to get grounded after this,” Stiles whispered as he shook his head. He couldn’t listen to it anymore, and he knew that he had to do something, since you sat there frozen on your seat.

“Dad, it was me,” Stiles said and looked down on his lap. Noah whipped his head around and stared at his son. His lips parted and he couldn’t believe what he just heard. His son was the one hurting the poor little girl. Noah raised his hand and slapped the back of Stiles’ head with a loud smack.

“Ouch, what was that for?!” Stiles shouted at his father.

“Why would you hurt her? What is wrong with you?!”

“I didn’t mean to. I-”

“You didn’t mean to? What’s that supposed to mean? You just can’t attack someone without knowing and hurt them like that, Stiles!”

“I... I...” Stiles stammered, but you decided to finally tell Noah what really happened to your wrists.

“Noah, I think there’s something else you need to know,” you said and bit on your lower lip. “Stiles didn’t hurt me on purpose. We, um... we are together as in dating.”

Noah had to let that sink in. He was looking at you for quite a while and then at your wrists again. Like he was trying to figure it out himself. It took him another minute before Noah raised his hand again and smacked his son’s head once more.

“What was that for?” Stiles asked again and looked at his father shocked.

“You took my cuffs?!” Noah asked in disbelief once he put it all together.

Your cheeks turn rose, and you had to lower your head to cover the fact you were indeed grinning like shit.

“I... I... Dad I’m not talking about my sex life with you during dinner!” Stiles rambled and kicked you under the table. He knew that you were grinning, and he knew that you were enjoying the fact that his father was going to give him a lecture.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe this,” Noah mumbled and then rubbed his temples with his fingers. You pressed your lips together and looked at Stiles who was giving you the exact same expression.

Your food was getting cold but none of you dared to touch it while Noah was still trying to grasp the fact that his son used his handcuffs during an act of love. The same handcuffs he uses in his daily life.

“Okay, okay, okay,” Noah finally said and opened his eyes, turning his body in your direction. “I’m glad that you’re okay and that you’re not experiencing something like that at home. And I’m happy for you that you finally got the guts to talk about your feelings for one another. I couldn’t watch it for another day... But Stiles, once dinner is over and you took Y/N home, we’re going to have a nice little talk here in the kitchen, you got it?”

“Got it,” Stiles mumbled and grabbed his fork, ready to inhale the food you prepared for them, but his father stopped him once more.

“And don’t think that you can steal anything else from me to use it for your coitus.”

“Can we stop talking about that?” Stiles groaned and dropped the fork back on his plate.”

“No, because I enjoy teasing you with it.”

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