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yandere-writer-momo · 28 days

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Past the Point of No Return

Yandere Fae Enemy General x Healer Fem Reader

TW: Yandere themes, yearning, delusional behavior, etc.

Corvin Fausto it was never one to believe in fate. He truly believed he’d never find his destined one since he lived a life of war. He was the young general of the fae army and lead them to numerous victories against the invading humans… but their elven brethren that turned their backs on the fae and began to help the humans. Which made this war suddenly shift against the fae. A betrayal the fae could not forgive the once peaceful elves for.

He was able to hold the enemy forces back long enough to escape, but they had damaged his wings beyond immediate repair. He’d likely have to go into hiding for a few months until he’d recover… but how? He was being relentlessly hunted by humans.

Corvin hid himself in a small cave, hopeful he could rest here for a while without getting caught… but his hopes were dashed when he saw the form of a young woman tilt her head at him in curiosity.

“Hello? Is someone there?” Corvin didn’t dare speak when a young elf appeared before him. Her beauty was unparalleled, but her ears were much smaller than most elves… she was a half elf.

(Your name) gasped at his wounds in shock. She quickly reached into her satchel to pull out various salves to put on his wounds.

Corvin made an attempt to try to push her away, but he was so weak from blood loss. The last thing he saw was her smiling face as she reassured him with her soft words, “it’s okay. You’re safe now.”

When Corvin came to, he was shocked to find himself in a warm cabin rather than in the forest. His eyes were wild as he searched around but he quickly winced when he shifted his wings too sharply. Corvin was surprised to be patched up and cleaned… where was his armor?

“Oh! You’re awake!” Corvin whipped his head around to spot (your name) leave her bedroom, a soft smile on her lips. “Are you hungry? I have some soup over the fire-“

“I’m your enemy.” Corvin told her with a glare. “You should have left me to die-“

Corvin was shocked when (your name) shook her head and gave him a smile. “That doesn’t matter. You still needed help and it’s my job as a healer to help the wounded.”

Corvin was surprised when she went over to the hot cauldron to pour him a bowl of soup. The half elf placed the bowl beside him. “You can recuperate here for the time being. I’m helping you simply because I want to.”

“My name is Corvin Fausto. What’s your name?”

“I’m (your name).” She gave him a gentle smile that reminded him of spring. And for the first time in Corbin’s long life, he felt his heart flutter.

Corvin hesitantly drank the soup before he smiled softly to himself. He’s never received such care before… did he truly deserve her kindness?

As the days melted into months, Corvin grew attached to (your name). She was kind yet she was stern. Her care never had ulterior motives yet she also didn’t allow him to disrespect her because of her race. She fascinated him. For the first time in his life, Corvin was enthralled.

Corvin found himself helping her around the humble abode. He’d clean, gather herbs with her, fetch firewood, or help her cook. It was such a domestic life together that Corvin slowly began to wonder if she’d want to continue to live a life like this with him. Would she want an idyllic life?

“It’s been really nice having you around, Corvin.” (Your name) beamed at the fae who blushed. His hands itched to intertwine with hers. “I think you have a week left until you’re fully healed!”

Corvin felt his blood run cold with the words. A week… did she want him to leave? He thought they had a special relationship. No. He wouldn’t let her go! (Your name) was his destined mate. The one he’s waited his whole life for… and he’d be damned if she rejected him.

“If you ever get injured again, my door is always open-“ (your name) is surprised when she’s suddenly pulled into his arms in a tight embrace. “Corvin?”

“Come back with me… no.” Corvin thought for a moment. His people would terrorize her if he brought her back, they could hurt her. He could abandon them right? The fae would understand… a destined one was a rule they all abided by. “Let’s just stay together here, in your cabin.”

(Your name) raised a brow. “What do you mean, Corvin?”

(Your name) felt her blood run cold at the crazed look in Corbin’s eyes. “We can live together here in your cabin, far from everyone… far from the war.”

Corvin glanced around the cabin with eagerness. “I think there’s space for two little ones… we can start our life here!”

(Your name) tried to pull herself away from his grip, but Corvin was latched on like a tick. “Corvin, you’re scaring me.”

“You’re my destined one.” Corvin replied in a breathy whisper. “That’s why you saved me despite me being your enemy… you saved me because you knew we were meant to be.”

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netsue101 · 2 months

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Getting Ready

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tiilore · 6 months

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girl fat mac + s1 macdennis yuri :D

#macdennis #macdennis yuri #fem macdennis #dennis reynolds #mac mcdonald #iasip #iasip fanart #its always sunny in philadelphia #toxic yuri #fat mac #drew girl fat mac before drawing actual fat mac #girls girl feminism woman power #🙏

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saturncodedstarlette · 1 year

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Y/N : I know you hate me, König, but—

König : Wait, what? You think I hate you?

Y/N : You always clam up when I enter the room, you’re always watching me, and you never want to hang out with me, and you get all tense whenever I walk close to you, and you won’t talk to me in full sentences and— oh, yep, I hear it now, König, you have a crush on me?!

#Cod #Call Of Duty #Cod mw2 #cod mw2 incorrect quotes #cod mw2 x reader #cod könig #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare2 #könig x you #König x Reader #könig x male reader #könig x gn!reader #Original : Unknown #König x fem reader #it’s not even 24 hours yet and there already many likes simps are very powerful #my works

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snowfll · 6 months

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Menace; Coriolanus Snow

pairing - young!coriolanus snow x darker!reader summary - you may not be with coriolanus, but that won’t stop you from hurting anyone who tries to get with him words - 1.32k warning - reader is somehow WORSE than coriolanus. both reader and coriolanus get jealous easily. enemies to lovers type deal?? note - if you guys want a part 2 lmk!! requests are open so don't be afraid to request something! This is based off the song Menace by Mazie!!

“Everything I want you know I’m gonna get it,” you warned Coriolanus as he taunted you about the plinth prize.

Dean Highbottom had just announced the last assignment that determines who will be awarded the prize: becoming a mentor for one of the twenty-four tributes. You both had been assigned to District 12, with you being given Jessup Diggs while Coriolanus got Lucy Gray Baird.

Ever since you were children, you and Coriolanus have been rivals; it started the day you had to fight him for food during the war. Every little thing leading up to this day has been a competition. Being as rich as your family is, you technically don’t need the money, but knowing poor Coryo does makes you want it anyway. You are going to win this prize, even if it is the last thing you do.

Making your way to a group of your classmates, you were right by Coriolanus, every stride matching his. For how much you two hate each other, you both are rather close; there is not a day you go without speaking to him.

As you reached them, you heard one of them calling your name, only to be faced with Arachne.

“So, you still coming to the party?” she asked. When you didn’t answer, she continued, “C’mon, don’t let this little setback stop you from partying.”

The group had planned to celebrate the winner of the Plinth Prize, whoever it was. Certain you were going to win the award, you agreed to attend the celebration. Who wouldn’t want to go to a celebration for them? Now, this was before the latest announcement regarding the award, but being the ‘party animal’, as everyone calls you, you were still going.

“Of course she is going, Arachne.” Coryo answered for you, smirking and staring down at you, “Ms. ‘life of the party’ would never pass up a chance to loosen up.” You rolled your eyes at his comment.

He knew damn well; he’s just as wild as you are at these gatherings, but no one ever calls him out on it. He’s too famous at this school for anyone to call him out on anything.

“I can answer for myself, Coriolanus,” you muttered. “And yes, I am going; you can count on it”

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Arriving at the party, you noticed your classmates were already drunk and high off their minds on morphling, this was expected. Most students take whatever chance they can get to stray away from all the stress caused by the Academy. However, you didn’t expect to see two girls hanging onto Coriolanus, who was enjoying it. You caught his eye as you walked into the room. All he did was smirk at you, knowing what you were thinking.

You wouldn’t say you are a jealous person- that is a lie. You are one hundred percent a jealous person. You and Coriolanus weren’t together and never will be, but there is still the silent communication that you two belong together. Everyone in the Capital knows it: Coriolanus Snow and the sweetheart of the Capital- a power couple. Knowing you couldn’t do anything about it at the moment, you let him do his thing and walked to grab a drink.

Throughout the night, Coriolanus stuck by one girl in particular, Persephone Price- the one girl who was not scared of you. Though she might after tonight, you’ll just have to teach her not to mess with what’s yours.

From your spot on the couch, you watched as Coriolanus and Persephone chatted. How she would giggle at everything he said like he was the funniest man in the universe. You could tell he was trying to irritate you as he watched you closely with the blonde girl on his lap. Persephone leaned down to plant a kiss on his lips, his eyes still on you as the kiss turned into something more.

Standing up, you rolled your eyes and made your way to the nearest available man, before dragging him to the dance floor. With your body pressed against the man - whose name you did not know, you couldn’t help but maintain eye contact with Coriolanus, wishing it was he who you were dancing with.

Once you took your eyes away from the lounge area, you allowed yourself to focus on the man behind you. After all your hard work at the academy and the rivalry with Coryo, you deserved to have fun; this man will help with that.

You were quite enjoying yourself before you heard a whisper in your ear, “Your little boyfriend and his girl just walked up the stairs.” Turning your head just in time, you were able to catch a glimpse of Coriolanus being led into a room with Persephone in front of him. “Go ahead, go follow them.” You felt awful knowing he was aware you were just using him, but you thanked him nonetheless before escaping his grasp.

Walking into the room, anger filled your system, seeing clothes scattered around and Persephone on top of Coryo on the bed. The moment he saw you, she was pushed off of him immediately.

“Get out,” You motioned with your head towards the door, your eyes still locked with Coriolanus, only turning your head to face her once she stayed where she stood, “Now.”

Realizing she wasn’t going to leave, you ran up to her and pushed her till her small body hit the wall. “You just don’t know how to listen, do you?” You kept hitting her head on the wall; if she wasn’t going to take her chance to leave, you made sure she wasn’t going to leave at all.

You heard Coriolanus call out for you to stop once you felt her body go limp in your hands. She wasn’t dead- at least you thought she wasn’t, but all you could feel was a sense of pride. You’ve seen Coriolanus do it before, many times, whether it was to someone who tried to get with you or just pissed him off.

“That certainly was exhilarating,” He couldn’t bring himself to feel bad for the girl laying on the floor; she knew what was coming, “and oddly familiar.” Coriolanus suddenly remembered the time he did the same thing to a guy at a previous party.

“Oh Coryo, you may have done it first, but you know I do it better,” you smirked while stepping over the girl’s body. You made your way to the pile of clothes on the side of the bed where he sat.

“Put on your clothes and meet me downstairs,” you told him, throwing him his white undershirt before putting on the sweater he had been wearing at the party. “You’re walking me home.”

“But everyone will see us walking out together.” Was he really worried about being seen walking out of the party with you?

You nodded your head before explaining how that is exactly what you want them to see. They need to know that no matter how hard they try, you have him wrapped around your finger. “As I told you before, Coryo. Everything I want, I’m going to get.” Whether it is his fame or his sweaters, you are going to own him.

“You’re a menace” he uttered, afraid of what you had just done. He wondered how you could do that to Persephone and proceed to simply take the cable knit sweater he was previously wearing.

Smiling, you turned him and made sure he heard your reply, “Don’t you forget it.” He watched you intently as you winked at him and walked out the door, leaving him to sit in the dark room.

He did walk you home that night, and everyone at that party watched as you exited hand in hand. Your peers now know not to mess with you when you want something.

#coriolanus snow #tbosas #the hunger games #coriolanus snow x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tom blyth #coriolanus x you #coriolanus snow x fem!reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow fanfiction #reader is crazy #power couple #enemies to lovers #part two?

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whaliiwatching · 9 months

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a rendezvous beyond

and a halfway closeup just bc im rlly happy with how the bg turned out lol

#spider man: across the spider verse #spider punk #spider noir #hobie brown #noirpunk #SPIDER LESBIANS!!!!!!!!!!#they are both trans by the way #rebluvio also draws lesbian noirpunk go check that out!!!#but ive been wanting to do my own fem designs for a while haha #then. finally. brown-spider gave me the perfect inspiration #FAT BUTCH TRANSFEM NOIR CANON (im lov her)#i wanted to keep hobie’s usual wicks but then she just looked like. regular hobie #she got her hair down for a date but yall better know its in a pineapple most of the time lol #i like the power move of not changing their names for genderswaps so they’re still hobie and peter #maybe short for something longer idk #anyway they are the wlw couple of all time #classy girls who kill fascists… like what more could you even want #theyre still also nerdy dorks tho its intrinsic to their characters #cw alcohol #i guess?? since theyre in a bar?? sure #spiderdykes

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youraverageaemondsimp · 8 months

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“Good girl.” // Professor!Aemond Targaryen x Student!Reader

MDNI, DD:DNE : reader discretion is advised.

block the tag #MAE:DARK!CONTENT to prevent seeing dark content from me.

based on this request.

WARNINGS: forbidden relationship, dubcon due to power imbalance, blackmail, virginity loss, rough sex(?), spanking, cunnilingus, fingering, tiddy sucking, both of them are adults, dark!aemond, professor x student relationship. + not proofread.

WC: 1.7k

“Why do you seem to be failing only in my class?” his voice booms, bouncing off the walls in the comfort of his office, you flinch at his harsh tone, your history professor, Aemond Targaryen seemed to be disappointed.

“Its- it's too difficult to remember.” you mumble, and he raises an eyebrow, “Why'd you take up this course then? You're wasting your time, though you may be good in all others, this subject is your main one and yet here you are, scoring extremely low, barely managing to pass.” he says harshly, eye roaming your figure up and down.

“S-sorry professor, I swear I'll get good grades next ti—”

“And how many times will you repeat the same line? You said that the previous test, and it's previous, and before that too, you are failing miserably Miss Y/N.” he rolls his eyes in annoyance, and you remain silent, eyes downwards in shame.

Aemond takes in your defeated form, the way you looked so submissive, quivering in fear under his gaze, he liked the power he held over you, and his eye darted towards your thighs, the way your knee high socks dug softly into the flesh, and your plaid skirt, he wondered what colour panties you were wearing, weather is his favourite colour or not.

“If you fail again, you'll have to repeat this year.” he says and you lift your eyes in panic, not wanting to do that and you speak up “What can i do?”

“Anything, get a tutor, study harder, ask your friends for help, or…” he trails off, tongue poking the inside of his cheek and you look at him confused, “Or… ?” you ask, “The other method is unethical, but would be quite an easy way for you to pass.” he says calmly, voice void of any disappointment he held earlier, filled with far more sinister.

“Please, I'll do anything.”

There it is.

“Anything?” he asks and you nod eagerly, fidgeting with your hands, he hums.

“Lift your skirt up.” he commands and you look at him shocked, “What-? Sir-” you try to protest but he throws a stern look in your direction, “Do you want me to fail you?” he asks and you shake your head, and try to hold back the tears of humiliation as you reluctantly lift your skirt up, revealing your panties to him.

“My favourite colour indeed.” he comments and you feel ashamed as you feel his gaze burning holes, he motions you come close to him and you do, you stand in front of him while he is sat on his chair, your skirt still held up, he hooks a finger through your panty band and pulls it down, mouth salivating at the sight. He licks his lips.

He forces you to sit on the table in front of him, spreading your legs apart as he slides the chair backward just enough to bend down and reach your cunt, he sniffs, taking in the scent which makes you shiver in disgust as you watch him with tear filled eyes, his mouth then latches on your bud, suckling and flicking it up and down and you throw your head back and moan, thighs clenching around his head, squeezing him tightly until he pulls them apart, hand wrapped around each thigh, holding you in place and he devours your cunt like a mad man.

“S-slow down please!” you beg when you feel his teeth nipping at your clit, slightly causing you pain, your hips move on their own accord grinding against his face and he grunts in satisfaction, “Fuck you taste heavenly, just like I had imagined.” he mutters into your cunt and you stare at him in disbelief, like he always imagined? “What? You were so fucking cute in your short skirts, prancing around the college campus looking like a 5 star meal, I don't think you know but almost every student has a crush on you.” he places kisses on your inner thighs, “Yet unlucky for them cause the one who has your legs spread out, is me.” he pulls your top up, revealing your bra, same color as the panties, “Oh my, matching are we? Maybe I'm wrong, maybe you knew that every guy wanted to fuck you, that's why you're prepared like a slut huh?” he stands up tall, hovering over your laid out form and leans down to your breast in his mouth.

You want to protest, tell him you're just doing for yourself, to feel pretty but you knew he wouldn't believe that. And maybe there was some truth to it, yet it was only for one person, for him.

A dirty secret of yours.

You had a crush on Aemond Targaryen.

Your professor.

Yet what you hadn't expected was to land yourself in this situation. How many nights did you imagine him fucking you? Giving your first time to him because you liked him, your professor.

But it wasn't all fairytales and sparkles like you had expected, you're letting him do this to you in hopes of passing his class, not because you wanted to actually fuck him at this moment. It was humiliating, and the realisation he was the blackmail type felt like ice cold water poured on you.

He bites your nipple causing you to snap out of thoughts. You watch as he lewdly suckles on your breast, his saliva coating it, you rub your thighs together at the sight, for an odd reason it is arousing, he chuckles knowing how you feel and you look away, embarrassed.

His hand travels to your cunt, rubbing small circles on your clit making you gasp, his finger travels and prods at your entrance and you let out a whine when he pushes it inside, curling it upwards causing you to squirm under him, his mouth leaves your breast before he takes your other one, giving it the same attention as he did to your previous one, simultaneously moving his hand in and out of your cunt, causing lewd wet noises to fill up the room.

The sounds of his mouth on your breast, his finger going in and out of your dripping cunt, your gasps and his satisfied grunts at the noises you let out bouncing off the walls and back to your own ears.

You reach your peak you a loud moan, gripping the table so tight, and he groans, hearing that lewd sound, “Fuck, need to be be inside you.” he mutters before withdrawing his hand and pulling himself up, you're caught offguard when he flips you over, making your breast push up against the table while giving full view of your ass to him. He pulls down your panties completely, giving your ass a spank.

“You're gonna do better in my class from today onwards aren't you?” he asks and you're confused, and before you could answer, he slaps your ass one more time, “Answer me.” he growls into your ear and you let out a breath, “Yes Mr Targ!” you yelp when you feel him smack your ass once again, “Call me Aemond.” he says and you obey, “Yes! Aemond.” you yelp “Good girl.” he presses a kiss to your ear, before undoing his pants, pulling his cock out.

He watches as the juices drip down from your cunt, and he lines his cock against your entrance, and pushes in slightly, and you muffle your whimpers of pain with your hand, he is way too big, and it seems like he's barely halfway through.

Aemond lost his patience the moment he felt you clench around him, he shoved inside completely without a care and you bite your lip so hard to prevent a scream from escaping. “Fuck you're so tight, like a virgin.” he breathlessly says and you whimper and that's when he realises, “Gods, don't tell me you are one.” he says in disbelief and your silence answers his question, making him groan, as he draws his hips backwards slowly, before thrusting in again. “Fuck- I'd have to be gentle but fuck, your cunt is making me insane.” he gasps, trying to restrain himself from fucking you like an animal in heat but the moment you let out a moan, he loses all his logical thinking and brutally snaps his hips backward and forward, thrusting into you with a fevrent pace.

It hurts at first, but then the pain subsides slowly as his cock hits that spongy part inside of you repeatedly, causing sparks of pleasure to shoot up your spine. He grabs both your hands and pins them to your back side, holding them together tightly with only just one hand while the other gives your ass a smack.

“You're such a good girl, taking what I'm doing to you without protest.” he grunts.

He let's go of your hands, and pulls you up by your hair, causing you to stand up with your back arched, head resting on his shoulder, before that very same hand grabs your throat, holding you in place and he ruts up into you, his other hand travelling down to your front, grabbing and squeezing your breasts before it travels down to your cunt, rubbing fast paced circles unto your clit.

The band in your stomach begins to tighten as he continues his actions, before it finally snaps, causing you to come undone with a loud moan of his name. His thrusts become sloppy and soon he's reaching his peak too.

He pulls out and flips you around, and lays you on the table on your back before pumping his cock with his hand and soon his cum spurts out, some falling atop your stomach and some on your cunt, dripping down to your hole.

“Seven hells, you look so beautiful like this.” he moans and you lay there, taking deep breaths. The next thing you know is that he's cleaning you up with tissues, wiping off his cum from your body and cleaning himself too.

You get up on wobbly legs, and pull yourself together, fixing your hair as you try to calm your nerves from what just happened.

“You're receiving an A+ for this, but if you want to keep passing, you either study or you can always resort to this.” he tells you as if it's the most casual thing in the world.

“Though, don't let anyone find out, it will only cause trouble for you, because I can easily find a way out of this mess.” he warns you and you nod, he grabs you by your cheeks and pulls you close, placing a kiss to lips.

“Good girl.” he mutters.

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karo-li · 2 months

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just my fem chuuya headcanons! 🫡 fem soukoku is, is something else ehhe

chuuya totally would be a rockstar baby yass

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yandere-writer-momo · 1 month

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The Distance Between

Yandere Ex Bully x Caretaker Fem Reader

TW: Bullying (trauma mentioned), smut, dubcon (convincing you to have sex after breakup), baby trapping, power imbalance, unhealthy relationships, yandere behavior, delusional behavior, gross, obsession, male masturbation (mentioned), etc.

When you were assigned a new patient, you had no idea it would be the Emiliano Villan, your childhood bully. The boy who tormented you from primary school up until your graduation. The boy who relented teased your looks and weight, the one who dumped cold water or bugs on you from the windows above, the one who sabotaged your lunch, and the one who made you cry yourself to sleep every night… yet you never showed him a reaction for all those years.

And now here he was in a wheelchair from getting into a head on collision after a night of partying. Perhaps karma had finally hit him? Emiliano looked so pathetic to you as he remained curled up on his bed. He was even more humiliated that someone like you had to care for him. The one who had gotten away… his dolly.

His temper was still as volatile as it was when you were younger. Emiliano often threw things at you and called you every insult known to man. His green eyes frequently checked your face for tears or anger, yet you never reacted much to him. It only angered him more. Yet there was a part of him that adored the way your eyes stayed on him.

Emiliano got a kick out of you. No matter what he did, you never reacted to his outbursts. You never cursed him out when he knocked over the meal you’d make him or when he dumped his drinks on you. It was just like the good old days of middle and high school!! When it was just you and him… you and your doll like face. Emiliano wanted to break you. Not physically like he was at the moment, but mentally. Taking out his anger on you made him feel better… and he didn’t realize just how awful he was until it was too late

“I don’t even know why you bother, I’m not going to eat any of the slop you make.” Emiliano chuckled as you swept up the meal off the floor. Your hour of cooking completely wasted. “You’re pathetic.”

It was a struggle everyday to wash him up and try to get him to take his medication. Emiliano would use his muscular arms to push against you and flail. It was when he landed a harsh punch to the side of your face that you gave up.

You quickly dropped him on his mattress as you clutched your swollen cheek. He gave you a smirk but it fell quickly when he noticed the tears gathered in your eyes. Why did it upset him to see you cry?

“You’re the same monster you’ve always been…” Hot tears streamed down your cheeks as you rose to stand up. Your eyes filled with hatred. “To think I sympathized with you.”

Emiliano could only watch you walk away and gently shut the door behind you. His hand still outstretched to you while fear sunk into him. You weren’t going to leave him, right?

You didn’t come to work the next day. Emiliano laid in his bed in hopes that you would come but you didn’t… he began to struggle for get himself up and into his wheelchair. The young man cursed when he nearly crashed to the floor, but he was able to pick himself back up to get into his mobility device and roll towards his window in hopes you’d come.

“She called off.” His butler informed him which made Emiliano frown. “You really need to be nicer to her. She’s the only one who accepted being your caretaker since you’re such an ill mannered man.”

Emiliano frowned and glanced at his lap in shame. His butler was right… he didn’t like the way she cried. It upset him to see her like that… she’d look so much prettier with a smile.

The next day you came back to work, except you didn’t try to make him anything to eat. Emiliano felt frustrated that you didn’t initiate any small talk with him or offer him any of your meals. He’d eat them this time! He would be better…

“I’m sorry.” Emiliano apologized to you, his head hung low. “I was cruel and I… I don’t deserve your pity.”

You gave him a nod of acknowledgment but you simply went about your day. It only made Emiliano feel even worse. He missed your voice already…

Emiliano began to study you more as you worked. He’d sit in his wheelchair and watch you clean up his room or prepare his medications. You had always been so pretty, but god you were breathtaking up close.

You noticed a shift in Emiliano, the young man now stared at you whenever he thought you weren’t looking. His eyes studied you like a scientists studied a specimen. Emiliano no longer insulted you, but now he complimented you for the smallest of tasks you’d complete. It was so strange… he even upped your pay .

He seemed enamored with you which only made your job more difficult since it’s been harder and harder to go home at a decent time to your boyfriend.

“Can you please stay a bit later? I have a hard time sleeping.” Emiliano softly asked you, his long lashes fluttered up at you.

“Okay, I can see if you can take anything for sleep.” Emiliano frowned when you began to check your bag for anything to give him. He didn’t want them… he wanted you to lay with him…

“Can’t you just sit beside me until I sleep?” Emiliano softly asked. “I won’t do anything, I promise.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes. You obediently sat beside Emiliano who guided your hand to rest on top of his head. “This is nice… can you call me Milo?”

“Alright… Milo.” You quirked a brow at him. What was with this sudden burst of affection? Emiliano smiled brightly when you ran your fingers through his chocolate hair. Your fingers were like magic…

Once Emiliano was asleep, you left for the day. Unaware that ‘Milo’ dreamt about you for the entire night… of the beautiful life you could have together.

Emiliano took his therapy more seriously when he noticed you in a more chipper mood as of late (you were leaving at a decent time to see your boyfriend). Were you happy to finally be able to call him by his pet name? He remembered someone telling him in middle school that you had a crush on him… he liked you too. He had always liked you, but he didn’t want anyone else to… it’s why he bullied you relentlessly. Why he made sure no one else wanted to have you… so you could be his. So your mind would only ever think of him and your eyes would always look at him, Emiliano hadn’t realized how twisted that way of thinking was until he was older… he had only followed what his father had done for his mother.

“I was thinking we could have dinner together.” Emiliano smiled up at you as he fidgeted with his sleeves. “Won’t that be lovely?”

You tried not to show your distaste, but decided to politely let him down. “I’m sorry Emil- Milo.” You corrected yourself before you continued to speak, “But I have to leave at my usual time, my boyfriend will be worried sick-“

You gasped when Milo threw himself on the floor. You quickly rushed to him to help him up. “Oh my god! Are you okay?”

Emiliano pulled you down to the floor with him in a hug, his arms desperately clutched onto you as his body shook with rage. “Boyfriend? You don’t… you can’t…”

Emiliano felt his breathing become ragged at the thought of you with another man… a man that wasn’t in a wheelchair. A man that was completely functional. This entire ordeal filled him with a new determination. He would walk again… and he’d show you that he was a much more suitable man for you.

Emiliano just holds you close as you helped him back into his wheelchair. His promise rung in his head. He wouldn’t let you be with another man… and he was willing to go to the extreme to make it happen.

Emiliano offered you more money to be his live in caretaker, which you were hesitant to accept but your boyfriend said the money would be good for both of you… a huge mistake on both of your parts.

You were a bit shocked when Emiliano moved you into the room beside him. “I just want you to be close… in case I need you.”

You didn’t have too much of a problem with it until you’d hear the whimpers late in the night. Soft gasps and whispers of your name escaped Emiliano’s lips whenever he thought you were asleep. It made you sick.

It was even worse when you’d have to help him clean up in the morning and his boxers would be covered in remnants of his semen. Emiliano’s cheeks would be flushed whenever you’d give him a bed bath, his well endowed member fully erect and weeping with precum. He never failed to make the experience awful for you… but the money was too damn good to pass up.

It was another month when you received a message from your boyfriend wanting to breakup since you spent too much time away… you were distraught, a fact that Emiliano took advantage of.

Emiliano pulled you into his wheelchair with his as he presses hot kisses up and down your neck as you cry. His hands eagerly grasp at your hips in desperation.

“You can… you can stay in my room. I’ll keep you company.” And you’re whisked into Emiliano’s bed as he locked his wheel chair to climb in with you. His lips all over yours in hungry kisses. “Take off your clothes, I promise I’ll satisfy you.”

And you, not even in your right mind, obey him. Your bare end is practically dragged to his mouth as he suckled on your slit like a starved man. His tongue eagerly wriggled in and out of your hole until you’re a whimpering mess.

“I want to fuck you… please let me fuck you.” Emiliano pulled away from you to lay back in the bed. “I’m still working on my legs, but I can still thrust from below. Please?”

You give in and help him shove his waistband down to his thighs. His cock easily slides in as he gasped and moaned from under you.

“Ah! Fuck!” Emiliano cursed at you tight you were before he gave an experimental thrust. You whine at the feeling. You hated to admit it, but Emiliano was much bigger than your ex-boyfriend ever was.

Emiliano just smiled up at you before he began to slam his hips into yours like a madman. He didn’t care that you were gripping onto his shoulders as if your life depended on it or that your eyes filled with tears from pleasure. You were finally his woman and he’d be damned if he didn’t bruise your cervix up properly.

“Milo! Milo!” You chanted his name like a mantra as his cock bullied your poor, neglected pussy. How long has it been since you’ve been fucked? Months? Nearly a year? It didn’t matter because this was the best sex you’ve had in a long time.

Emiliano pressed his lips against yours in a bruising kiss when he felt your walls flutter around him. Did you like being fucked like a whore? How about he fill you up like one too?

It’s a few more rough thrusts that made you see stars until you felt something molten hot fill you.

You’re a sobbing, soaking wet mess by the time he’s done. Your pussy swollen and your womb filled with Emiliano’s semen, your ex bully holding you close to his body in an inescapable hold.

“You can just stay here with me…” Emiliano kissed away your tears before he scooped his cum back up with two fingers to shove back inside of you. There was no more waste in this house, especially when it came to you.

From now on, there would be no more distance between the two of you. You’d be his, just like you were always meant to be… even if he had to get you pregnant with his child to do that. You were never getting away again.

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⭒The Silent One⭒

#4 Azriel x Fem!OC

⭒Part 1⭒Part 2⭒Part 3⭒Part 4⭒

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary: Cassandra visits Vale. They get the information they need and Cassandra…gets revenge and we see a glimpse of her powers lurking under the surface.

Warnings/Tags: graphic depiction of violence. mentioned/implied rape. mentioned/implied castration. female rage. protective!azriel. protective!bat boys.

Authors Note: All likes, comments and reblogs are welcome, appreciated and encouraged! Let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list! Bold italics are mental communication, regular italics are inner thoughts.

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“What’s going on?” Cassandra asked, looking at Rhysand then Azriel.

“Is everything okay?” Morrigan asks, setting her bags down, Cassandra following suit.

“We tried to question Vale today,” Rhysand responded, straightening out his suit jacket. Glancing at Azriel, who still wore that look of pure death.

“Tried?” Morrigan asks, her own arms folding across her chest.

Rhysand took in a deep breath, looking at Cassandra, a slight frown on his face.

“He said he’ll only answer our questions if you’re in the room—”

“No.” Morrigan cuts him off immediately, straightening her spine.

“Mor,” Rhysand warns.

“You’re actually considering it? You would let her be in a room with that—that monster,” She snarled, stepping closer to her friend’s side.

Cassanda’s eyes met Azriel’s again, less intense as if to comfort her but his shadows still a fury around him.

“He wouldn’t get anywhere near her. It’s not your decision, Morrigan,” Rhysand said, mouth in a tight line.

“It’s not yours either, it’s Cassandra’s,” Azriel said, “He doesn’t have to touch her to cause more trauma. You do not have to see him if you don’t want to.”

“But it would be a great help to easily get the information from him,” Rhysand said, giving his brother a warning look.

Cassandra chewed on her bottom lip. Morrigan was still standing partially in front of her, legs spread apart, arms crossed as if she would fight Rhysand if he tried to step towards her. Rhysand had an expecting look on his face and Cassian looked…awkward? Maybe he didn’t like his friends arguing this way. Cassandra knew she didn’t.

“What would I do, just stand there? Would I—would I have to talk to him?” She asked, and Rhys shook his head.

“No, of course not and yes you would just be there in the room,” Rhysand answers and Azriel hisses.

“That is not the full truth,” He says, siphons surging on the back of his hands, shadows darting in every direction.

“Azriel—”

“Tell me, Rhysand, please. I can handle it. I want to help but I have to know what I’m getting into,” She said, straightening herself out, stepping from behind Morrigan. How could she expect them to believe she could handle things if she stayed cowering behind Morrigan or Azriel? She could do this.

Azriel fixed her with a look, as if he was proud of her actions.

“He initially asked for Neema. She shut that down quickly. He then specifically asked for you because he…wants to look at you,” Rhysand explains and Cassandra felt her stomach flip, nausea overcoming her.

“I can get the answers we need in other ways without traumatizing her further,” Azriel growls at his brother, noticing her distress, “Cassandra, you don’t have to—”

“Look at me,” She repeated breathlessly. Blinking her eyes furiously to fight the images trying to flash before her. “That’s what he used to do. He couldn’t touch me because I would be damaged goods—he’d get less money for me. So he would make me stand there unclothed and look at me while he touched himself or Neema. Just let me look at you is what he would say.”

She heard the harsh breath Rhysand let out, she didn’t look his way.

“Cassandra,” It’s Azriel’s voice in her head but she shakes her head, breathing deeply.

In. Out.

She opens her eyes and looks into those hazel ones, patients and concern swirling there.

“You’ll be there?” She asked, and he nodded instantly.

“Of course, I’ll be there,” He answers. She nods to herself. Thinking.

“What happens to him after he’s questioned?” She ask, would he be let go? Locked away?

“He’ll be killed,” Rhysand answers bluntly.

“Good.” Is her answer. “I’ll do it.”

“You’re sure?” Azriel asks, worry creasing those brows while a relieved look comes over Rhysand’s face.

“Yes,” She answered. “When?”

“The sooner the better,” Rhysand said, and though he still looked relieved that Cassandra agreed she could see the apology in those violet eyes.

“I would like to put my things away first,” She said, Azriel crossing the short distance between them.

“I’ll help you bring your bags up,” He offered, giving her no room to protest before he scooped her bags up easily.

As they entered the house she could hear Mor as she began yelling at Rhysand.

Azriel let her lead the way to her bedroom, she was getting fairly good at navigating the halls. She liked to roam around in the middle of the night when everyone else was sleeping. This house was huge but she was sure she could get to the main areas of the house with little to no help.

When they got to her room she pushed the door open and walked in. She looked over her shoulder to see Azriel standing at the door. She raised an eyebrow in question and the corner of his mouth quirked up slightly.

“I can’t come in, remember,” He says, and she was glad to see some of that light amusement return to his eyes.

“Oh, well, come in,” she said, he looked skeptical for a moment before slowly extending his leg through the doorway before stepping fully in.

“Rhys doesn’t mess around with his wards,” He says when he notices the look on her face. “If you hadn’t invited me in and I tried to just walk in I would have ricochet off it straight into the wall back there.”

Cassandra let out a breathy laugh, gesturing to the bed for Azriel to put the bags down.

“Did you have a good day with Mor?” He asked gently and she turned to him with a small smile and nodded. She was grateful he asked. Talking about the day would distract her from what they were going to do after this.

“It was amazing, Azriel! I've never experienced anything like that. It was a bit overwhelming if I’m honest but Morrigan made it easy to enjoy myself,” She smiled again as he perched himself on the end of the bed, his attention focused fully on her. She grabbed one of the bags pulling it over—the one with all of the pastries in it.

“We went to this lovely little bakery,” she started, pulling out various treats. “Morrigan told me to pick out anything I wanted—everything looked and smelled so good, it was hard to choose.”

“It does smell delicious,” Azriel agreed, eyes scanning over the arrangement of food laid out on the bed, wrapped in papers and boxes.

“These two bags are just some clothes Morrigan helped me pick out, that one is a gown, I’m still not sure what I would need it for but it is very pretty,” She told him, grabbing that bag, unzipping it to show him the gown, the one that perfectly matched his siphons. If he noticed he didn’t comment.

“That is very pretty, you could wear it for Starfall coming up,” He said, a small smile on his face when she looked up at him.

“Do you think it would be possible for me to visit my mothers grave that day?” She asked, as Starfall was one of the few good memories she had with her mother.

“Of course, you never have to ask, we can go visit her any time you’d like,” Azriel promises, “What else did you get?”

Cassandra smiled at him, showing him the rest of her haul from the day. He snickered at the books but just as Morrigan had, said he would be more than happy to help her learn to read. It made her happier than he probably realized.

After she finished showing him everything he stepped out of the room so she could freshen up—change her clothes and mentally prepare herself.

She changed into an outfit that was a bit too big for her. Long sleeves and long pants. She didn’t want him to see her skin, she didn’t want him to see her at all. But what he did to Neema? To so many other girls? To her? She couldn’t sit by and not help get answers, justice.

She knew Azriel noted the outfit she was wearing but chose not to say anything.

“We’re going to winnow there, are you okay with that? We haven’t done it since that first night,” Azriel asked and Cassandra simply nodded, stepping closer to him, tucking her wings close to her back as he wrapped an arm around her.

The place they arrive at was beautiful yet terrifying.

“Where are we?” She asked, looking around. He doesn’t answer out loud as he leads her down a dark avenue.

“This is the Hewn City. The rest of Prythian does not know of the existence of Velaris. They believe Rhysand only rules over this part of the Night Court—the Court of Nightmares.”

“Oh.” Is her answer, she tries not to look at anything or anyone as thet move through the streets of this underground city—no, not underground, inside of a mountain. She wondered if it was the same mountain the House of a wind was on—she would ask later.

The walk was mostly silent. They walked across many bridges and flights of stairs. Going through most of the city. Down and around and down some more. Her legs and feet hurt and just when she was ready to tell Azriel she couldn’t go anymore they halted.

Cassandra looked at him in question. He simply nodded towards the wall, she didn’t see anything.

“He’s behind here,” Azriel explains, his eyes scanning her face.

“Okay,” she nodded slowly, not totally understanding since there was no door.

“Rhys will be there the entire time. Cassian will be there the entire time. I will be with you the entire time. Don't be fearful. Don’t let him scare you. If you find yourself feeling uncomfortable tell me immediately and I’ll get you out of there. He’s chained up, he will not lay a finger on you. If he even tried he would die,” Azriel promised. She looked up at him, unease filling her and took in a deep breath as he added , “Would you feel safer if I gave you this?”

She looked down, in his outstretched hand laid a black hilted dagger with a sharp and shiny blade.

She reached out, taking it gently from his hand.

“I’ve never used one before,” she whispered, looking down at the knife in her hand.

“You won’t need to use it, but if you did Truth Teller wouldn’t let you miss,” Azriel spoke confidently. “You ready?”

She looked up at him and nodded her head.

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Azriel hated this. Hated it. His shadows hissed in ear not to bring her in. To protect her. To grab her and take her back to the House of Wind.

And though he wanted to, he wouldn’t do that to her. She deserved to make her own decisions but this just felt so wrong.

But after he sheathed Truth Teller and tied it around her waist he felt slightly better.

She didn’t know the weight of the dagger, its power or what it meant to him. All that mattered in this moment is it made her feel safe and it gave him some peace of mind that if somehow this piece of shit got through three warriors she had a weapon that could kill.

“Lets go,” he says, offering his hand to her, she places it there gently and much to her surprise they turn to the wall and he led her straight through.

On the other side was a dark hall, no doors, lit only by a few lights and she grasped Azriel’s hand tighter.

“This is where we keep a majority of prisoners that haven’t been sentenced for crimes or are being questioned,” Azriel explained, voice low and quiet.

“Is Kamari here?”

“No, she’s in a cell under the House of Wind. She’s not dangerous—a terrible person yes, but not dangerous to anyone she could potentially interact with. We don’t want this guy anywhere near the females and too many of them live and work at the house. That’s why he’s here. No one can get in here except Rhys, Cassian, myself and anyone we choose to allow in,” Azriel explained, stopping at another seemingly empty stretch of wall. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay,” she said, fingers twisting at her side. “I’m scared to see him.”

“You don’t need to be scared but do you want to leave?” Azriel asks, taking a step closer to her, ready to scoop her up and take her home.

“No, I want to do this,” she shook her head.

“Okay, he’s right on the other side of this wall,” Azriel explained, trying to prepare her. “When we first walk in, his back will be to us so you don’t have to see his face straight away. You’re welcome to stand but there are chairs if you’d like to sit. Rhysand will be in charge of the interrogation if you believe he’s lying about something or leaving details out don’t hesitate to tell one of us. Rhys says he’ll have communications open so you can talk to him or Cassian easily if you need to. You do not have to speak to this guy but he will try to speak to you. He’s going to want to scare, to tell you all of the things he’s done—he knows what his fate is after we get what we want from him. You have the power here. You say stop then we stop and I take you out of there.”

Azriel watches as she takes a shaky break, closing her eyes to calm herself. When she opens them Azriel is still standing there patiently.

“Okay. Okay, I’m good,” She nods her head in a way that’s reassuring to herself, grazing her hand over Truth Teller before dropping her hands to her side.

She watches as Azriel approaches the wall, stepping through easily as they had done before. Another deep breath, wiping her sweaty palms across her pants before she too walks forward, straight through the wall.

The room is a bit brighter than the hallway and it takes her eyes a moment to adjust before they fix on the figure in the middle of the room. His blue skin and the clothes he’s wearing looks dirty, he’s chained to a chair and his head turns slightly as if sensing she entered the room, but not enough to see her yet. She wanted to cling to the wall and beg Azriel to come back to her side.

But she didn’t.

She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of cowering.

She knew the three men in this room wouldn’t allow any harm to come to her. She scanned the room, there were two chairs further away from where the male was sitting while Rhysand sat in one directly in front of the male just a few steps away. Cassian stood with his back to a large stone, giving her a small nod when they made eye contact and Azriel stood there behind the man—in a spot she could see him from wherever she chose to stand, a look on his face she hadn’t quite seen before. She could tell only one thing about that look though, he would enjoy killing Vale.

Cassandra made her way to the opposite wall of where she had entered, choosing not to sit but to stand, using the wall as support, keeping her wings tucked as she leaned back against the wall.

“Come on High Lord, give me my sight back now. You said I would be able to see her,” Vale hissed, the sound of his voice like a shot of ice down her spine, she suppressed the reaction easily enough.

Rhysand looked over his shoulder at Cassandra, silently asking her if she was okay, if she was ready. She simply nodded. He waved his hand and those eyes, the ones she still had dreams about suddenly zeroed in on her. It took everything in her to suppress any reaction that time.

A grin spread across his face as his eyes tracked her body. Up and down, taking in every detail.

“Wow. Look at you,” he said, licking his lips, “you look even better than I remember. I…wish I could see more.”

“Yeah, well you can’t,” Cassian is the one to answer.

“What no hello?” Vale grinned again.

“She’s not required to speak to you, that wasn’t part of the deal,” Rhysand’s voice thundered through the room.

“Not that she could anyway” Vale sniggered, nodding his head, eyes still trained on Cassandra. “Alright come on, ask me the questions.”

He sounded bored but Cassandra wasn’t stupid and neither were any of the males in that room. There was fear in those black eyes. He did indeed know his fate.

“How long have you been in the business of purchasing females and selling them to sex houses?” Rhysand asked.

“I don’t know, a year maybe,” Vale groans at the look Rhysand gives home. “Look, man, I drink and smoke myself out every day I lose a good bit of time.”

“I was at the pleasure house with Kamari for 2 years and with him for almost a year.” Cassandra says, and Rhys nods in acknowledgment.

“Wanna think a little harder about that? It’s definitely been more than a year,” Rhysand said, Vale narrowing his eyes into slits.

“How could you possibly know that? Why ask if you’re just gonna say I’m lying?” Vale bares his teeth at Rhysand.

“Why lie in the first place? You know your fate, lying won’t change that. You know I could enter your mind and destroy it in a second while getting the answers I seek. I’m doing you a courtesy by asking this way.”

Vale is silent for a moment before glancing at Cassandra. “Four years.”

“How many women did you buy and sell during that time? How did you find them?” Rhysand asked, Vale took a deep breath, looking up at the roof as if thinking.

“Probably eighty,” He says, Rhys’ face hardens further at that—Cassian’s mouth falling open slightly.

“Eighty women in four years? Or 80 every year for four years?” Rhys asks through clenched teeth.

“Eighty in all four years,” Vale confirms and while it’s a relief, that’s still a lot of women. “Most of them were sold to me by family members who owed me money, but couldn't pay it back so they sold me a daughter, wife, sister instead.”

“How did you learn of these pleasure houses buying females from people like you?” Rhysand asked.

“Word gets around the streets. There’s only three that will buy the females. The Velvet Pearl, Hidden Desires and Lavender house. Kamari recruits men to find the women and sells them for money—usually addicts looking for a fix. She buys her drugs from me, that's how I got started.” Vale explained.

“How many of them did you keep for yourself?” Rhysand asked, and Vale just laughed.

“Not as many as you might think. It never even crossed my mind to have a little fun with the merchandise before selling to the pleasure houses. Neema—she’s the only one I ever kept seeing as she’s my mate and all,” Vale confessed and Cassandra couldn’t stop the gasp she took in.

“That’s right,” Vale grinned. “The bond snapped into place the night her brother sold her to me.”

“And you thought that was the proper way to treat your mate,” Cassian snarls. Vale simply shrugs his shoulders, looking back at Cassandra.

“If she hadn’t been my mate though, I would have kept you,” Vale said, smiling at Cassandra. “Everything I did to her I would have done to you—including removing those horrid wings. Tell me, which one of these bastards got the pleasure of bending you over and fucking you—”

Vale’s rant is cut off when one of Azriel’s shadows wraps around his throat. The blue skinned male chokes, eyes widening.

“I’d watch your fucking mouth if I were you,” Azriel hisses, only letting up his shadow’s grip when Cassandra nods her head at him.

“At least any one of these males could get a woman into their bed without having to rape her,” Cassandra retorts, Cassian snorting out an amused laugh, relaying the message when Vale looked his way, turning back and snarling at Cassandra like a rabid wolf.

The interrogation went on for what felt like hours. Vale answered the questions Rhysand asked. Cassandra confirmed if he was being truthful or not for certain things. And they all stood there as he described every awful, vile, disgusting thing he did to the women he bought and sold. How he had brutalized and assaulted them before selling them off to be salves for pleasure houses.

He knew none of their names. None except Neema. He didn’t even know Cassandra’s name and she was standing right there in front of him.

He did however know the names of all the ones who sold the females—they now had a list of where to start, of how to find the females that had been sold off to the three pleasure houses.

It’s was when they were getting ready to leave that things started going sideways. Azriel had check in many times with Cassandra to make sure she was okay. And she had been, despite this feeling in her stomach, this thrumming that made her skin feel like it was vibrating.

“So, I guess it would be out of line to ask for a turn with you before I go out?” Vale laughed, leering at Cassandra. And it was Cassian’s fist that landed the blow to his face.

“Fuck! You know,” Vale continued with a laugh, blood dripping from his mouth, “your father almost sold me your sister instead. Pretty little thing she is.”

He just wants to rile you up.

He wants to scare you.

He wants a reaction.

“Only he wouldn’t have got as much for her cause she’d had sex with some male. She was used—but man, if he had I would have kept her, too, I would have taken both of you and kept you just like that little bitch in my basement—“

Cassandra snarled and something inside of her snapped. Before anyone could blink she was across the room Truth Teller gripped in her hand and pressed against Vale’s throat as she crouched over him. Black eyes widened in shock—fear. Good. He wasn’t expecting it.

“Cassandra?” Azriel’s concerned voice sounded muffled and far away. She didn’t take her eyes away from the man cowering beneath her.

“She can shield?!” is Cassian's alarmed shout.

“Cassandra?!” Rhys calls out, feeling whatever shield was around her vibrate as he sent a blast of magic into it.

“I don’t think she can hear us, Rhys!” Azriel calls out.

Cassandra could hear them but the look on Vale’s face was too satisfying to look away from. She pressed the dagger harder against his neck, digging it into the skin there, scenting his blood.

“Are you afraid?” She asked, faces only inches apart. She wasn’t sure how she was talking to him but she didn’t care either. Not when the smell of blood mixed with urine as he pissed on himself.

“Please, p—please,” he begged, trying to pull away from the blade digging into his throat.

“Cassandra, come on, let the shield down, love!”

“I remember begging you like that before you took my tongue. I shouldn’t let them kill you, everything you did to me, to Neema, to all those other girls you deserve to have done to you,” she snarls, Truth Teller thrumming in her hand as if encouraging her to slit his throat and watch him bleed out.

“What the hell is happening, Rhys?” Cassian’s voice rings outside of that shield.

“Fuck!” Azriel hisses as he tries to touch that shield, his hand bouncing off of it immediately.

“I should take your eyes,” she declared. “So that you can never look at anyone again. I should take your tongue the way you took mine. Chop off your cock so you can never fuck again. I should do all that and let you live with it every day of your miserable life!”

He cries out, struggling under her and she laughs. Right there in his face she laughs.

This is the male she had been afraid of?

This is the male that tortured her everyday in that basement? This pathetic excuse of a male.

“Absolutely pathetic,” she spits, snarling at him.

She drops Truth Teller from her hand, falling somewhere between their bodies as she grips his head on either side. “Look at me!” She bellows, forcing his eyes to meet hers. Panicked terror looked back at her and she smiled.

“Kill me, just kill me, please!” He begged, thrashing under her, her wings spreading to keep herself stead where she was crouched over him—drowning out the voices beyond the shield. He’d had no remorse for anyone else, he deserved no remorse. She leans down, close to his ear, changing her grip on his head.

“No,” she mouths against his ear as it echoes in his head. Then her thumbs are pressing into those black soulless eyes, his screams echoing around them with nowhere to go, pressing and pressing until they pop. Turning into a bloody mess under her hands. His screams don’t stop as she speaks.

“You’ll never see again,” she said, grabbing Truth Teller once again sliding it along his exposed skin. “You're lucky I don’t take your hands and tongue. I won’t take your life either. You’ll suffer the way me and so many other girls did.”

She slides off of him, his screams turning into whimpering cries.

“Cassandra?” The voice sounded normal again and she looked up, green eyes meeting violet. “Are you okay?”

“Am I okay?” She asked, glancing at the man she had just maimed without a second thought.

“I’m not worried about him, are you okay?” Rhysand asks again, taking a step closer to her.

“I’m okay,” she nods, slipping Truth Teller back into its sheath, not hiding the angry tears that welled in her eyes. “I want him to have to live with what he’s done. Death will be too kind for the offenses he’s committed—for the way he’s violated so many.”

“If you no longer wish death on this male so be it, we will lock him away to rot for the rest of his days,” Rhysand promises and I nod my head.

“I only have one request,” I tell him, glancing at the man still moaning and whimpering—whispering to himself about his eyes being gone and begging for mercy.

“What is it?” Rhysand asked.

“Take his cock,” I demand, there’s no question or judgement in those eyes. He nods but Azriel is the one to speak up.

“Done.”

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#oh so much happened in this one #there’s a lot to unpack here #Cassian’s ’she can shield?!’ is giving ‘jack jack has powers?!’#Cassandra is quickly becoming one of my favorite OCs I’ve ever written #acotar #azriel #azriel fanfic #acotar fanfiction #Azriel x fem!oc

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officialpenisenvy · 6 months

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"girl yaoi" this "girl yaoi" that. come back when you've read oniisama e by riyoko ikeda. THEN we can talk about girl yaoi

#both rei and kaoru are mascs that have yuri moments with fem characters right.#but they're still the most popular ship for each other. truly the power of yaoi perseveres even when there are no men.#oniisama e #manga

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cod-sins · 11 months

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Hi! :)

Can I request könig w/ a insecure chubby s/o headcanons? (If you're okay with writing that) I read your könig headcanons and this came in my mind

Have a good day!! :33

.ೃ࿐ Format: Hcs.

.ೃ࿐ Reader: Undisclosed. Fat/chubby/plus-sized.

.ೃ࿐ Ratings: SFW. NSFW UNDER CUT.

.ೃ࿐ Word Count: 725.

[A/N: Why not kill two birds with one stone? It's not just big girls he likes, it's big boys too! König likes 'em all. Also if this seems a little repetitive sorry my brain is fried and so is my laptop. P.S. My gay ass really likes cheek cupping so yall gon see a lot of that.]

König understands what it feels like to be insecure about your own body. He was the tallest boy in his class and always felt singled out by his fellow classmates. There were times were he absolutely dreaded going to school knowing he would be ridiculed and teased about how tall he was. To him it was one of the worse things he experienced so he would never want anyone to deal with that ESPECIALLY his partner.

You would stare at yourself in the mirror, constantly comparing yourself to other people you saw. You always felt as if you weren't good enough when it came to everyone else. You tried to ignore it but the feeling always kept crawling back. It would get to the point where you feel like you weren't even good enough for your own boyfriend. You began hiding your shape, wearing clothes that were double your size, and switched out your things for stuff you'd normally wear in the Winter/Fall.

König would start to pick up on this. Noticing that you started skipping meals or wearing clothes that weren't usually your type. He would gently pull you aside to find out what's wrong. Probably waiting until you were both lying in bed to ask, so you couldn't dodge his questions.

"Liebe," he said softly while repeatedly rubbing circles into your back. "is, everything alright with you?" He continued with pauses in his sentence. You mumbled out that you were fine but this answer didn't satisfy König. He pulls you up, rearranging y'alls position so that you were making direct eye contact with him. Even on his lap he still managed to hover over you.

He asks you once again with a more focused look in his eye. “Schatz, what's the matter with you? You have been acting so…different lately. You aren't yourself these past few days.” He says frowning.

Unable to hide it any longer you begin to cry into his arms, confessing that you don't feel worthy about being his partner. You tell him how you don't feel attractive and that you aren't comfortable with your body anymore. König pulls you into a hug, kissing your head while muttering “Oh Liebeling, can't you see how beautiful/handsome you are? You shouldn't hide or change any part of yourself. You are so perfect the way you are, that's why I fell in love with you in the first place.” He says solemnly while cupping your face.

To counter the way you're feeling König would start spoiling you with brand-new clothes, taking photos of you, and giving lots of attention to parts of your body. Don't like your stretch marks? He's tracing them up and down with his fingers smiling. Dislike your stomach/fat rolls, well he doesn't! It's natural and a sign that you're body is alive and you're well taken care of. Think your fat fingers are unappealing? He's already placing them on his face and gently kissing them.

König is going to make it his mission to make sure you feel good about yourself.

Even though his social anxiety is bad he would try and take you out places to flaunt you off. He wants you to know that you can come to him when you feel bad about yourself he's your boyfriend after all.

[A/N: That was the SFW now for me to be a horny degenerate with some once again mild (very self-indulgent) smut. Picking up from the crying part.]

The only time König wants to see you cry is when he's overstimulating you, so after he's done soothing you he starts kissing his favorite parts of your body starting from top to bottom. He kisses your cheek before moving down to your neck, sucking and lightly grazing it. Spending a considerable König continues to go lower and lower until you're on your back and his mouth is on your heat.

He'd spend hours down on you, sucking your dick/clit, eating your ass/pussy making sure you feel loved. He gets so much pleasure from watching your legs shake after giving him your third orgasm. You're vision is hazy and you have your hands buried in his hair. You could feel him slightly humping the bed for some form of relief.

By the time you're done you're covered in sweat and ripped lingerie. Bite marks, hickeys n bruises are speckled all over your body. König would savor this moment forever keeping a polaroid photo safely tucked away just in case he misses you too much on a mission. <3

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myeagleexpert · 3 months

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕻𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕳𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕬𝖜𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗

And if you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?

Howl's Moving Castle x Twisted Wonderland Au

The starry night at NRC was a spectacle of beauty and mystery, with the meteor shower painting the sky in shades of silver and gold. Yuu walked through the dark corridors of the Ramshackle dormitory, lit only by the flickering light of candles and a few points of failed electric light. Grim, the talking cat monster with dancing fire flames, followed beside her silently, his yellow eyes glowing with an unusual intensity and worried for his friend.

Today had been one of those days for the young woman without magic: Waking up late and almost late, she was intercepted by Crowley who had given exhaustive work that he himself had not done, the chemistry test that she and the infamous ADeuce had was a disaster, her crush had given the cold shoulder, Grim got into a totally unnecessary fight with some idiots from the fourth year and as a result they lost their lunch and got some scratches, and the front of his beloved Ramsharckle dorm collapsed, the damp and old wood had given way. The bitter taste in the mouth was not enough to bring a revolt from within Yuu so that she raised a scream of fury and stepped on the floor, her tired body just looked at the mess and walked straight past, the dejected soul took a shower where she hoped for the deep in her fragile heart, the shampoo would clean the dirt she felt and the tears would mix with the hot water.

At least I Tsunotaro will come today.- the only hope she could have that night was to see her dear friend. She put on her less tattered pajamas and sat at the study table waiting for the famous green fireflies to appear.

Unfortunately he didn't show up, the prince didn't answer the call.

The lack of Malleus's gentle presence made schoolwork become heavier and the lump in the throat tightened more and more, the clock was counting down the seconds to….

“Henchman, are you okay? Your eyes are red” with the little self-control he had, Yuu nodded, avoiding his feline friend's gaze and focusing on the blurry letters of school work and just in time the light in the dorm was cut off.

“NYAAH” “It was just what was needed!” Could it be Crowley's irresponsibility? The electricity bill? Was it an attack? A short circuit? Either way, it doesn't matter anymore.

The tired body got up and silently searched for the candles until strange lights passing through the window caught the girl's attention. Ah, the meteor shower. Like a leaf carried by the wind, Yuu's steps, even without hope, led her to the front part of the ramsharckle, the same part of which fell and collapsed. Pushing aside some wood, the girl sat down on the floor and Grim followed her shortly after, not trusting that her friend would be okay alone.

“Henchman, what are we doing here?” "I don't know…"

Will I ever really go home? Will I live forever in this place being this weak? I would do anything to see my family again… I myself will find a way to find my way back, whatever the cost.

Loneliness and anguish weighed on Yuu's heart, like chains that tied her to a distant past, an overwhelming longing for her homeland. She longed for a home, for a place where she could be truly happy. Home….my home….my family….The starry night shone with a unique and mysterious beauty, the shooting stars cutting across the sky like tears of light. Each meteorite that fell seemed to echo the loneliness and anguish that Yuu felt inside her.

As she watched the shooting stars cut across the sky like sharp blades, one of them stood out, shining with a disturbing intensity that seemed to whisper Yuu's name as the golden ball of fire quickly fell towards the ground. Without knowing why the girl just followed her heart and with an irresistible impulse, Yuu ran towards the shooting star, her mind filled with a mixture of despair and hope that she didn't know where it came from.

The powerful ball of fire broke apart and reflected various colors and when the star finally fell into her hands. As she held the star in her trembling hands, Yuu felt a wave of magical power envelop her, making her tremble with emotion and fear. A magical energy enveloped her, and in an instant, the star fell apart, disappearing into her body. A warm feeling filled Yuu, and she felt her heart beat faster than ever. The star, now resident in her being, revealed its mysterious and enigmatic personality, whispering ancient secrets and dark promises in her ears and finally a deal was made between the magicless human and the fallen star.

As Yuu absorbed the star's powers, the old Ramshackle dormitory began to shake and transform in sinister and fascinating ways before his eyes. Walls contorted, furniture came to life, and the abandoned place metamorphosed into a lively castle, with sparkling towers and enchanted gardens. The magic of the falling star had awakened the true essence of the place, revealing its hidden beauty.

The animated castle, now filled with the dark aura of the shooting star, rose majestically from the ground, its dark towers rising like sharp claws against the starry sky. The enchanted garden has turned into a maze of thorns and shadows, where unknown creatures lurk in the shadows, watching with glowing, hungry eyes.

“H-henchman! What is happening??"

With an enigmatic smile on her lips, Yuu looked at Grim, whose gaze reflected a mixture of fear and confusion. "Let's go home," she whispered, her voice echoing like a whisper of unknown magic. The cat nodded silently and ran to the girl's shoulders, saving his questions for later, because maybe later Yuu wouldn't be looking like a crazy woman with a flying Ramsharckle.

The old Ramsharckle dorm floated to where the two were and the door opened waiting for the two to climb up to finally grant the previously magicless girl's heart's desire.

“I'll come back to say goodbye later”

Who knows if she would come back who knows if not

She looked back one last time, remembering her adventures with the troublemaking cat and all the friends she made there. And with a firm step the girl went up in her castle and felt more ready than ever to embark on this adventure.

As the castle floated toward the distant horizon, the lights of shooting stars and meteorites hovered above them, shrouding them in a veil of mystery and intrigue. Yuu felt a shiver run down his spine, but also a sense of determination and courage that had long been forgotten.

And so, enveloped by the darkness of the starry night and the sinister magic of the falling star, Yuu and Grim set out on a journey into the unknown, where ancient secrets and intertwined destinies awaited them in the shadows of their path. Amidst the darkness and starlight, Yuu and Grim's journey was just beginning, with the power of the shooting star guiding their steps towards their final destination.

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jayujus · 4 months

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BANANA - CHAPTER 21

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odi-olio · 5 months

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there's this redraw this in your style trends in twitter and i have to join. lmao

it's based on @_K0TTERl_ comic Veil. the english translation gonna release soon! i can't wait <3

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c-o-t-o · 8 months

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Shower Scene (Denji x reader) PART 2

(Part 1 here) (Alternate Aki arc, Part 1 here)

(Part 3 here)

(Part 4 (end) here)

Author: c-o-t-o

Character: Denji x fem reader

CW: 18+ only, sexual content/smut, character aged up, explicit language, blood, pain play, choking, bdsm (some CWs apply to different parts)

Misc: ~2.3k words, Part 2

About: After your shower with Denji gets cut short, you try to find time to tell him how you feel.

*Do not remove info or credit from posts when reblogging or sharing!*

Denji's face hovers just above yours with his hands on the floor on both sides of your head. The realization fully hits you now that you and Denji are both lying naked on the shower floor together and that he's aware now. Your chest rises and falls quickly as your breath quickens. Actually, Denji is so close to you that you can see your breath moving his hair. You remain frozen in his gaze, unsure of what to do now.

Denji brings his finger up to your chin, gently pulling your face closer to his.

"All those times that you'd say dirty things, thinking I didn't get it…" he drags the back of his fingers across your cheek.

"All those times I'd catch you staring at me…" his fingers glide down along your neck, staring at the bitemarks he left there, almost admiringly.

"Were you thinking of us together all those times? Of us doing things…" his voice trails off as he looks down at your chest. You instinctually move your hands to cover yourself, but in the blink of an eye Denji grabs your wrists and pins them above your head. You look away bashfully because you can't look him in the eyes and admit that he was right.

You see small amounts of blood flowing from your neck down the floor to the shower drain. It makes you wonder if your wetness absolutely pouring out of you would be noticable flowing away from you as well. You want nothing more than to lean up and kiss him, but now that you're in the moment, you freeze. 'Why? Why can I just do it? He's right here, he's so close…'

Denji's mouth slightly drops open at the sight of your boobs, your nipples hard from being out of the water and getting cold. With his free hand he starts moving his hand down towards your chest but stops right above them. He looks back up at you and swallows hard, practically drooling at the prospect of finally getting to squeeze a girl's boobs. You know that Denji's had a few girlfriends, but nothing ever got serious enough for him to cop a feel or sleep with one of them.

Although you still can't bring yourself to look at him, you manage to nod your head up and down. Immediately Denji's face becomes flushed and his mouth opens more in disbelief that you're letting him do this.

He gently cups the side first and lets out a slight gasp at how soft they are. His fingertips seem to melt into them as he tests the suppleness. His thumb slowly drifts over to your nipple which hardened even more at his touch. Not realizing how hard your nipple is, he unintentionally ends up flicking it with his thumb as you let out a moan.

So loud, in fact, that it echoes through the shower.

"---? Denji?" You hear a muffled voice coming from somewhere…

Suddenly the shower door swings open, Aki standing in the doorway. All he sees is Denji pinning your wrists above your head on the shower floor, him grabbing your boob, and blood seeping from your neck.

"Denji, what the fuck??! Get off her! What did you do?!" Aki grabs Denji's arm pulling him off of you. All you see before they're out the door is Denji reaching out to you with the saddest look on his face.

"Aki, wait, she-!" And in an instant they were out the door, Aki slamming the door shut behind them. You lay there on the shower floor, water still running… face beet red and soaking wet between your thighs. You grab your boob that Denji was just touching and sigh.

"I'm not going to last the night." You say to yourself.

Aki hands you a cup of tea while you and Denji sit at the kotatsu. "You have to imagine what was running through my mind when I opened the door, your blood washing away and Denji pinning you down…" Aki clears his throat and sits down with the two of you. "I didn't realize he was weak and you offered him your blood." He takes a sip of his drink and looks away from you, slightly blushing. "I didn't know I was… interrupting something."

You and Denji both wave your hands out as if to assure Aki nothing was happening, or that it was a misunderstanding. He looks at you, glares at Denji, downs the rest of his drink, then leaves for his room. Power and Meowy are passed out on the couch.

You peek at Denji from the corner of your eye and see him blushing intensely, head resting in his hand looking away. You giggle out loud, thinking about how intense Denji was earlier in the shower and him being shy about it now.

"What." He mutters, still looking away.

"Oh, nothing," your heart races. You've made up your mind that by tonight you'll have made your move. When then time is right. "You're just cute." His head whips around to look at you, but you don't falter. You rest your head in your hand as well and smile, red spreading across your cheeks. Denji seems to be searching for something to say when you place your hand on his knee under the kotatsu blanket, feeling the warmth from him and the heater. He jumps and slightly panics, not knowing what to do with all of this happening out of the blue. And with you being so straightforward for once. Usually the two of you flirt through sarcasm and innuendos. But you coming out and stating he's cute… he doesn't know how to react.

"So… have you ever imagined it, too?"

"Imagined what?" Denji asks dumbfoundedly.

"Us being naked together?" Your lip curls into a mischievous smile when he starts to panic to come up with a response.

"Have I… what? Hah, no! Well, umm." He looks down, cocks his head to the side, and looks back up at you, raising his eyebrows pleadingly. As if hoping you'd understand without him saying anything.

"Denji, I just gotta ask… did you actually need my blood or were you able to move the whole time? Was this all some kind of ploy or something…?"

" Of course not!" He sits up on his knees to slam his hands on the kotatsu in protest. "I really put my life on the line back there for us. It was a struggle to even stay conscious! Your blood just helped me really quickly is all. So… thank you. I really needed it this time."

"Shuuuuuttt uuppp!!" Power groans, sliding off the couch upside down. "I'm tryin ta sleep here! What are you all doing in my room?!" Denji rolls his eyes.

"You're in the living room, Powe-"

"WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE?!“

"SHUT UP POWER! Ughh…" Denji stood up, your hand falling off his knee. "I'm gonna go to bed."

"Wait-" you grab Denji's hand as he starts walking away.

"I'm… I'm sorry if I scared ya before. But thanks again for helping me." Denji mutters.

"Denji, please… you didn't…" you plead. His hand slips out of yours as he walks off. "I wanted to!" You manage to say. He stops to listen, cocks his head to the side, and goes to his room without looking back. "Fuck." You sigh and fall back on the floor, legs still under the kotatsu. "Did Aki walking in on us ruin it for him?" You whisper to yourself. Disappointed, you get up and go back to your room as well.

Your room sits back to back with Denji's, and all you can think of is if he's thinking of you as well. Thinking of earlier…

Earlier when he was so delicately licking your neck and caressing your breast. Before you realize, your hand is already down your underwear, fingertips squelching in your wetness. You rub the nipple that Denji had accidentally flicked, pretending it's him doing it again. You sigh out loud.

Suddenly you hear a muffled moan and realize it's coming through the wall. Denji? Is… is he doing the same thing right now? Your mind races and you decide to go over and talk to him. Clearly he's thinking back on it, too.

You shuffle quietly to his door and tap on it with your nail, as to not wake up Aki or Power.

"Denji!" You try to whisper loudly. With no response you crouch down and try whispering his name towards the bottom of the door, but again, no response. The door is unlocked, so you quietly turn the knob and crack the door open. "Denji?" You say a little louder now. You don't hear him respond but hear his blanket moving and him breathing heavily. You feel your face blush, realizing that he's touching himself. You reach down, remembering the wetness you left collecting in your underwear. You slip in through the door and close it behind you, the metal of the lock clicking and startling him.

"Denji! Denji it's me it's okay" you murmur quietly, but louder now that the door has closed.

"What the fuck? Why are you in my room? Why didn't you knock?!" He blurted out, obviously scurrying under his blankets trying to make himself decent.

"I did, I'm sorry… I need to talk to you Denji. It can't wait…" you stand with your back to his door, fiddling your fingers.

Eventually Denji surfaces from his blankets in the darkness and opens the blinds to let the moonlight in. It was just enough to see roughly where you're going.

"Okay… what's so important that you had to come in here while I was jer- why are you here this late?"

You walk over and sit down on his bed next to him." Denji, I'm not upset with you. Or what happened earlier. I thought maybe you got upset with me because you left the living room so suddenly before."

Denji sighs. You can't make out the expression on his face in the dimness, but you feel his hand suddenly on your knee.

"I left because I started thinking about it too much. Then with Power being there after Aki walked in on us… it kept getting frustrating. But not because of you. I just couldn't look at you or I'd… I dunno."

You put your hand on Denji's. "I, umm… earlier in the shower… I liked it." You feel Denji's hand pull away, and there's just silence. You look in his direction but hardly see anything.

The silence goes on longer than you expect, and think that maybe it was a mistake coming in here.

Suddenly you feel Denji's fingers run through the back of your hair, cradling the back of your head, gently pulling you closer to him.

"I liked it more." He says low and seductively. Some of his face comes into the light when it hits you that he's leaning towards you.

This back and forth of uncertainty, feeling each other's breath, your noses touching, not sure if you should move in or wait, makes your heart pound.

Denji finally pulls your head closer to fill the gap and kisses you, hard. So hard, you begin to feel his sharp teeth through the barrage of his lips crashing onto yours desperately. You slide your fingers through his hair when his mouth breaks free from yours to moan.

He pulls you down onto his bed, kissing you again. Your tongues meet at the same time, tasting the recently drunken sweet tea in Denji's mouth. You feel his sharp teeth and shudder as he bites down on your lower lip with them gently, pulling away slowly so that they scrape across it.

His hands move quickly across your back, trying so hard to pull you in as close to him as possible. You feel his hardness against you and nudge your thigh against it. His head falls back as he moans out loud.

"Shhhh!" You clasp your hand over his mouth. "Not so loud, you'll wake them." Denji starts kissing your fingers as they lay over his mouth, kissing up your arm until he reaches your neck.

"Does it hurt?" He breathes onto your bite marks that have scabbed over already.

"No, not anymore." You whisper. He starts kissing and licking your neck, covering your mouth with his hand just as you yourself start moaning without realizing.

"You taste so fucking good" he whispers in your ear, then licks along the shell of it, sending a shiver down through your entire body. Your neck cringes at the sensation.

You haven't even realized that Denji's hands have been softly kneading your boobs over your shirt. You take your shirt off, and he stares at you all mesmerized again. In one swift motion he pulls his shirt off with one hand, throwing his shirt somewhere across the room. You put your hand on his chest, feeling his smooth skin. Hands trailing down, you trace circles around the opening to his chest where the chainsaw pull connects to him. He breathes out harshly, goosebumps popping up all over his skin.

You suddenly feel that Denji has been rocking up against you, rubbing his hard-on against your thigh. It turns you on so much that you swear at this point your wetness has most likely seeped through your underwear and shorts. A wave of desire runs through you as you push Denji onto his back, sitting on top of him. You grab his tie that's hanging nearby and tie his wrists to the frame of the headboard. He looks at you, somewhat shocked.

"Now it's your turn to be the one pinned down." You whisper quietly and seductively. You tighten the knot on his wrists when you say, "You asked me what I've been fantasizing about? Oh, Denji. I'm about to show you."

---------- To be continued ----------

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