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I couldn't decide which part to pick for a snippet for ages so I just picked randomly)
“These are all new ones,” Hagrid said excitedly, pointing at the huge self-made basket filled with grass and hay. “I do what I can for them. Visit them every day and bring them meat, all that thing. But it’s getting colder again and I worry that they might freeze to their death. I thought of getting them blankets but—”
Riddle let out a quiet snort. His face took on a haughty look, and Harry didn’t have to even guess to know what he was thinking. That Hagrid was a pathetic half-breed incapable of doing magic, something that was supposed to be inherent to anyone worthy of life.
Anger stirred in his chest, and he turned away from Riddle, focusing on the cubs.
He couldn’t say he felt much affection towards them. They were small, ugly, and they were writhing in their basket restlessly, trying to push closer to one another.
Hagrid was right, they were cold. And it was a problem Harry could easily fix.
“How did you find them?” he asked, taking out his wand and transforming the basket into something resembling a dog house he’d seen back at the Privet Drive, in the yards of some of the Dursleys’ neighbours. He didn’t know if it would be suitable for little werewolves, but it was better than nothing. Now he had to figure out how to use a warming charm that would stick — he had no desire to venture this deep into the Forbidden Forest again.
Hagrid began to explain something, but Harry only half-listened. He murmured a spell, waited, and then touched one of the cubs carefully, checking if it was getting warmer.
The moment his fingers pressed against the soft coat, the second cub raised its head and tried to bite him. Harry barely managed to snatch his hand away. His still-broken finger collided with his wand by accident, flaring with unpleasant warmth. He cursed, more out of annoyance at his own carelessness than pain, when Riddle suddenly appeared next to him and grabbed him by his collar, dragging him to his feet harshly.
“What kind of an idiot are you?” he hissed. He clenched Harry’s wrist, examining his hand with burning intensity. “Touching this filth! Do you want to be infected?”
“Infected?” Harry repeated in confusion. Belatedly, he realised that Riddle was probably right. The cubs looked like simple wolves, there was nothing human-like in their shape, so the fact that their bite could be dangerous didn’t occur to him.
“They can’t infect yeh!” Hagrid protested. “They come from humans mating in wolf forms. Their bite ain’t dangerous, they’re like real wolves, just very smart.”
“You don’t know that,” Riddle replied stonily. His voice was cold as ice, and he continued to inspect Harry’s hand, twisting and turning it like it was his own limb. Harry tried to pull away, annoyed, but predictably, Riddle didn’t let him.
“What makes you think they can infect humans?” he asked just to say something. Riddle’s insistence on barging into his personal space and manhandling him was starting to grate on his nerves, although in a strange, awkward way he didn’t know how to deal with.
“No one has determined it for certain. It’s extremely rare for two abominations to reproduce under the full moon and then to leave their bastards behind. How Hagrid continues to find them defies all rules of logic and common sense.”
“Sounds like something you might want to research,” Harry muttered. Riddle sent him a deeply sceptical look, as if he was questioning his sanity. “What? Isn’t it something you’re supposed to be interested in? Werewolves are a part of our society and the way they are treated is disgusting. Anyone who offers them better treatment can get them as allies in—”
No. What was he saying? Or rather, to whom was he saying it?
Harry swallowed the rest of his words, but it was too late, the biggest part of them was out. Riddle’s stare turned calculating, an intrigued gleam lighting it from inside. His hold loosened, and Harry finally managed to get himself free.
He really was an idiot. Sure, he didn’t say anything extraordinary, and Riddle would have arrived at this basic conclusion on his own — Voldemort had. But still… this was something he could say to a friend, a person he trusted, not to Riddle. Never to him. They weren’t a team, and helping him to find more allies was the last thing Harry wanted.
Besides, werewolves deserved better than to be used by someone who didn’t give a damn about them and then discarded — or worse, wiped out of existence. Harry had no idea what Voldemort had been planning to do with them once he got everything he wanted.
Frowning, he knelt next to the cubs and raised his wand again. He had to get that warming charm right.
“That’s what I’m saying!” Hagrid exclaimed. His voice rang with passion. “Werewolves are mistreated. They can be good friends, right, Harry? And the cubs are innocent, they’d never hurt no one.”
Riddle stifled a sigh. He continued to stand next to Harry, monitoring his struggle with the spell. Did he want to make certain that Harry wasn’t going to push his fingers into the werewolves’ mouths? Probably this or something as ridiculous.
Okay, the warming charm. Harry learned how to modify simple spells in one of the books he’d been absorbing lately, and though the theory was surprisingly clear, he had no idea how to voice his intent clearly enough for his magic to listen. A spell that would keep this little shelter warm throughout the winter and early spring without having to be reapplied, which would disappear when the weather got naturally warmer, and which would gain power again when the late autumn came. How on earth could he convey all of this in one simple charm? And how could he know if it worked?
“Next time, we can go visit the older cubs,” Hagrid was saying. His words were getting increasingly animated. “And the fire crabs, I know where they’re nesting. And I swear I saw the Occamy one day—”
Harry was glad he had his back turned to Hagrid — his face probably reflected the horror he felt at the thought of coming in here again and again in search of the dangerous creatures he was wary of. He loved and missed Hagrid, but there had to be limits to where they went and what they did.
On the other hand… Hagrid was lonely. Would it be so bad to accompany him from time to time?
Riddle’s disgusted snort broke him out of his thoughts. Harry squinted at him from the corner of his eye — surely Riddle couldn’t know what he was thinking? — but it was too late. Riddle was already walking away from him, holding the edge of his robe like he was concerned about getting it dirty.
“I can see that your love for dangerous creatures hasn’t abated since your expulsion, Hagrid,” he said pleasantly. Every warm syllable sounded so artificial that Harry’s jaw ached from how tightly he clenched it. “Tell me, are you still interacting with that Acromantula that killed Myrtle?”
Harry froze just as Hagrid choked, his excited words dying on his tongue.
“Aragog… Aragog killed no one,” he muttered. It was difficult to understand him, his voice was thick with emotion. “He ain’t guilty.”
“I see.”
That was all Riddle said, but the way he did it left Hagrid with no choice but to reply.
“He didn’t do it!” he insisted, more loudly this time. “He would’ve told me!”
“As a child, have you ever done something bad? Something that you didn’t want your family to know?”
“Riddle,” Harry snapped. He didn’t want to get into it — he just wanted to be done with this stupid spell and go, but he wasn’t going to let Hagrid be brainwashed into believing he killed Myrtle. The audacity of even trying to do it, and to do it here, where Harry could hear them… did Riddle really think he would let this stand?
“I— yeah,” Hagrid threw a lost look at Harry before focusing on Riddle again. “Lots of things.”
“And have you ever lied to cover it up?”
“Riddle,” Harry repeated. He waved his wand at the cubs, directing all his frustration into his spell, but while it clearly worked, it didn’t feel any different from the usual warming charms he’d been using. Maybe it was a little stronger, but it would never hold through the winter, never mind self-regulating its activation and disappearance.
“Sometimes,” Hagrid muttered.
“Then what makes you think Aragog behaved any differently? He killed the girl and he was scared of your reaction.”
“No!”
Despite the protest, an echo of uncertainty touched this one word, and just like that, Harry knew this battle was lost. Hagrid was gullible enough to fall for Riddle’s manipulation, and Riddle was in the mood to put an effort into it.
“Think about it,” he said softly. It was difficult to say whether his voice was naturally this compelling or if he was using compulsions deliberately — whatever it was, for a moment, Harry found himself almost lulled by it. “You kept letting it out for some exercise. From around that point, someone started petrifying the students. Then, the attacks escalated, and the girl was found dead. Do Acromantulas have venom?”
“Yeah… in the fangs.”
“In the fangs,” Riddle agreed. “Exactly so. And the venom gets stronger with age. At first, Aragog was too little to kill someone. But you kept caring for him, so he kept growing, and one day, his venom became strong enough to cause Myrtle’s death.”
Did Riddle need to be punched to shut up? Because this was something Harry was more than willing to do. His anger was bubbling on the surface already — one more word, and it would spill over.
“Acromantulas have a natural appetite for human flesh, Hagrid,” Riddle continued silkily, using dejected silence to fill it with more of his bullshit. “Surely you know that. You have always been the best when it came to studying magical creatures. There is no need to deny it now that Aragog is out of danger — I would never tell where you are hiding it.”
Outrage broke through. Harry lurched to his feet, throwing the last warming charm at the cubs and marching towards Riddle and Hagrid, almost shaking with fury. He had no idea what he was going to say, but letting Riddle fill Hagrid’s head with rubbish, make him feel guilty for something he didn’t do—
Apparently, Harry’s approach was also a part of Riddle’s plan because when he reached them, Riddle wrapped a possessive hand around the back of his neck, pulling him close as if he always intended to do so and effectively rendering him speechless.
“I would never tell where you are hiding Aragog,” he repeated to Hagrid, “but only if you convince me that you’ve learned your lesson. Your unique talents allow you to interact with all these creatures unharmed, but as you can see, the same cannot be said about other students. Your actions have already led to the death of one of them — would you really like to repeat this experience? With Harry, of all people?”
“No,” Hagrid breathed out. His eyes were brimming with tears, and this was enough to break Harry from under whatever spell Riddle had put on him — again.
Using his position, he pressed his wand to Riddle’s wrist and burned it with a stinging jinx. Riddle must have failed to see it coming because he jerked away abruptly, releasing Harry from his hold and sending him an incredulous look.
Very soon, his astonishment gave way to malice. Riddle narrowed his eyes, and Harry’s heart jerked from the cold, calculating stare he received. He glared back, crossing his arms and stepping away at the safer distance.
“Don’t listen to him, Hagrid,” he said. “It’s not—”
“What?” Riddle asked coolly. He rubbed his wrist, not taking his eyes off Harry, maintaining the strangest balance between an innocent expression and a hard, dark look. “Do you believe that all these pets are harmless? Were you not almost bitten by a cub of a werewolf five minutes ago without knowing if their bite was infectious? Are you saying you are ready to get acquainted with them all?”
The urgent need to protect Hagrid and to do something to wipe this expression of distress and heartbreak off his face nearly made Harry blurt out an agreement, but another part, probably a saner one, prevailed for a change.
Even as an adult, Hagrid could never tell the difference between safe and dangerous creatures. Aragog might have been innocent of Myrtle’s murder, but he did eat humans, and he probably would have started doing it at Hogwarts sooner or later if he hadn’t been forced to flee.
Apart from putting the blame for Myrtle’s death on Hagrid, Riddle was right. And Harry had no idea how to convince Hagrid he hadn’t killed anyone without nullifying the sobering impact of this idea.
He could really do without all these dilemmas Riddle had been creating for him recently.
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touch // aventurine
i think he would be like a cat. come to you for affection? not a chance in hell. but ok..... you know maybe lean his head on your shoulder while you're reading on the couch. maybe you shift to accommodate him, drape an arm across his shoulders, pull him in, almost absently. no sudden movements, you'll scare him off. and if you're just gentle enough, he might let you. might remain where he is, head on your shoulder, unmoving but for the rise and fall of his breathing. no searching hands, no reaching — but you can stroke his hair, softly, occasionally. twirl it around your finger idly, no tugging, not too much. it'll make him smile, on a good day, but only when you're not looking.
today, he just sighs. you don't ask how he is — some things can't be put into words, and that's not what his are for — but you can rest your head atop his, breathe along with him, arm around his shoulders firm and gentle. if you're attentive, you'll feel the way he slowly, reluctantly lets go of the tension in his body— the coil in the base of his skull, the taut line drawing his shoulders up imperceptibly. he'll learn to melt in your hands, one day, but you'll have to earn it. for now, this is enough. maybe you melt first, forget what you were paying attention to initially, feel the warm weight of him against your frame, the scent of him, the ebb and flow of his breath, slowing to match yours; his pulse, slowing to match yours. he's let you this close, he might fall asleep on you. if you notice, you'll put what you're looking at away and twine the fingers of your other hand with his. he won't know how to ask for it, but if he hasn't completely drifted off, he'll squeeze your hand, gently. sleep, you'll whisper, i'll be here. and he won't reply, but you'll feel him press closer, soften against the shape of you, drift away. you watch him for a moment, watch the fan of his light lashes against his cheek, and how his eyes flick beneath his lids with unseen dreams. if you fall asleep with him, you might catch him as you're waking, an uncharacteristic softness in his features, before he notices you've noticed. maybe if the time is right, he won't care that you have. but you won't speak of it. you'll both wake, and he'll interrupt the moment, eventually, rise from the couch, put the mask back on, but the sweetness of it will linger, barely perceptible, only to you.
#i'm so embarrassed i haven't written anything like this in 584577 years#i wanted something soft for him but i couldn't figure out with whom so#it can be you i guess#idk this is just MY BRAIN#don't be tooo hard on me; okay?#hsr#honkai star rail#aventurine#reader insert#aventurine x reader#reverse comfort#x reader#aventurine honkai star rail#hsr aventurine#aventurine x you#solacium.scriv
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Okay, so, Hi! Could I request a Vox x reader, where the reader is his assistant, and they're like, really compliant and obedient twords him, and he thinks it's because of his hypnosis or whatever, but it turns out the reader is immune to it, and neither of them knew this.
A/N: I'll admit I really liked writing this one! I was a little worried about writing this request because i didn't know how i wanted to approach it, but this was a interesting one!
Character: Vox
Type: Headcanons (Vox x obedient assistant!reader with a hypnosis immunity, Fluff)
In the beginning, Vox would constantly use his hypnosis on you, just as he did the rest of his employees. It just made things easier. It left him with fewer messes to clean up, especially when an employee was first beginning their employment at Vox Tech. Sure, you acted more competent than a good majority of the lot, but it was still a precaution.
The two of you worked closely together, you were his trusty assistant after all. You even got to meet the other Vee's on occasion, too! Before he knew it you were always by his side... and occupying his mind.
He liked you and he knew it too.
Gradually, he'd stop actively using his hypnosis on you, it made him feel bad. And eventually, he actually stopped using it on you all together. Only you kept on as if he hadn't, as compliant and obedient as ever. It made him wonder if it really was turned off when he was with you.
That is until he and Velvette were having a meeting for some upcoming collaboration. They were airing some fashion show or something along the lines and were hashing out the details and what needed to be done by whom.
You were promptly given a list of tasks to get done by the end of the week and dismissed. With a smile that nearly made Vox buffer and a soft "You got it, boss," you were on it, leaving the video star alone with his younger cohort.
"Damn Vox, you've really got this one wrapped around your finger. Don't even need your Hypno-shit for it, neither."
Wait, what?
Sure enough, after a little bit of digging, he finally figured out that he hadn't been using it. The other Vee's would probably tease him for the better part of a year once they found out he didn't know, but he couldn't care less. But the icing on the cake? After discussing it with you, he finds that this whole time, you've been immune to the effects of all forms of mind control. He was elated! This meant that you would be equals, he wouldn't have that power over you, well, aside from him being your boss and all.
Loyalty, TRUE loyalty, was hard to come by in hell, but it only made him love you more. He probably short-circuited/buffered when you tell him. Of course, that meant that every time he had tried to use his hypnosis on you in the past, you knew
And yet you still smiled at him and carried out orders dutifully like you always did. Because of course, you complied because it was your job, but you smiled and spoke softly because you liked him. Oh, he was so smitten, and honestly, so were you.
While you may have remained his assistant, you also went on to become his partner. With you by his side, Vox knew he could take on whatever hell could throw at him.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin headcanons#hazbin imagine#vox x reader#hazbin hotel vox#vox headcanons#fluff#request
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Little Pet...
Being the king of curses, plaything against your will...
Pairing : Ryomen Sukuna x fem!reader
"Every king needs an heir. You, my pet, are the one worthy to carry mine."
Sukuna's a powerful man with a reputation for being cold and merciless to those around him, striking fear in the hearts of his enemies and loyal followers. You were perhaps the only living creature on this earth to whom he showed a somewhat soft side.
In the beginning, he'd remained unfazed by your constant pleading to go back home to your family. "Should I just slaughter your clan ? Maybe that'll teach you to stop whining." The words sending shivers down your spine. Knowing him, that wasn't a bluff, so you resigned yourself to your fate as his plaything, and that greatly pleased Sukuna, "Good pet, finally submitting to your master." He grinned as you struggled to fit all of his monstrous cock down your throat, not giving you a chance to breathe as he thrust back and forth, only letting you pull away as he cums, ordering you to swallow every last drop.
When you missed your period for the first time, you thought nothing of it, but as another month came and still nothing now something felt off...then came the nausea, you couldn't stand the smell of any type of meat, no matter how well cooked it was. Sukuna seemed to find your squeamish behavior amusing, saying he'd spoiled his favorite pet too much, but then he started to notice how your scent changed somehow; it'd gotten sweeter, if that was even possible, "fuck I could just eat you up." He grunted against your neck, two of his hands on your hips to keep you from moving away as he plowed into your tight cunt, while the other pair groped your tits leaving fresh bruises to replace the fading ones.
The next day, you could barely move. Thankfully, the servants Sukuna had assigned to keep you in check during his absence had been kind enough to help you get dressed. As you sat in front of the mirror, one of the women looked at you teasingly, "You should be careful, miss too much fun could be bad for the baby." Her remark had caused you to freeze "baby" the four letter word echoing in your mind, the sudden realization hit you like bucket of cold water...all the signs had been there, you were just too stupid to realize it.
You'd been determined to keep the news a secret from Sukuna attempting to hide your growing stomach with flowing dresses and loose kimonos, deluding yourself that perhaps this condition was simply a fluke....however, in your heart, you knew the truth you were pregnant, and it didn't take long for Sukuna to figure it out. "Seems I've been feeding you too much, pet." Hands on your barely noticeable bump, "That's not it, though, is it ?" He spoke, a small smirk twisting his lips. "You've finally got my heir in you, pet."
Feeling the air leave your lungs, you look at his smug face eyes widening in shock. He was right, of course... but still, hearing it aloud made it all feel so real. You were going to be a mother, with the king of curses, the most feared man in all the Jujutsu world, as the father of your child, and from the looks of it, he didn't plan on letting you or this baby leave his sights, not now, not ever.
A/N - In my jjk era 💅🏼 English isn't my first language and i haven't written in a while, so please excuse any errors.
Likes, reblogs, and comments are very appreciated <3
My ask box is open for requests or if anyone wants to talk !
#fae.xoxo#sukuna ryoumen smut#sukuna x reader#jjk sukuna#sukuna x you#ryoman sukuna x reader#anime x reader#yandere x reader#anime smut#jujutsu kaisen#x reader#smut#jjk x you#sukuna x you smut
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Virgin No More | 04 Alhaitham
Dom! Reader x Sub! Alhaitham
Part 04 of my “Maid cafe” series! (Requests are open!)
Slut shaming, slight feminization (hole being referred to as cunt), bottom/sub Alhaitham, cock can be seen as a strap!
You were an office worker that's nearing their 30s and yet, you were still a virgin.
And you couldn't handle it anymore.
You weren't interested in sex at first but eversince you encountered the maid cafe, you couldn't help wanting more.
Maybe it was because you craved physical touch?
Or you just wanted your cock get stuffed in between a man's tits.
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.
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“Welcome, dear customer!” A familiar orange haired man in a skimpy maid dress exclaimed as you went inside the dimly lit maid cafe.
Ah, it was Ajax.
You politely smiled at Ajax as you sat down on a nearby table.
It was like the last time you were here—
But you weren't here just to get blowjobs or handjobs.
No,
You wanted to have sex.
With who? Well, that's the problem.
Anyone would do, but you can't help but miss the warm pink lips of a certain violet haired man whom you haven't seen for the past month.
His plump pink lips stretching so much from your thick cock, tears streaming down his face because he couldn't fit your humongous cock—
Gods, you missed him, you really did.
But, it was just a “One Night Stand”— So why do you awfully crave him so much?
...
You didn't know.
You wanted him, but you couldn't find him.
So right now, you just wanted to get laid as fast as possible.
To have experience, of course.
It wasn't as if you were hungry to get your dick wet.
.
You looked around the place, trying to see who could catch your attention the most—
And, no one did.
Well, not yet.
You roamed inside the cafe, looking for someone that would fit your standard.
Suddenly, you bumped into a quite soft “something”.
You looked up to see a taller man with a buffer figure—
You bumped into the man's seemingly soft chest
His chest was literally popping out of his tight maid dress, making it quite an erotic view.
You didn't notice how long you were staring at the man's chest when suddenly, the man coughed.
“At least have some decency not to directly look at a stranger's chest, sir.” The grey haired man said, his voice seemed emotionless.
You finally realized how shameless you were as you immediately stepped back, your cheeks and ears pink.
“I-Im sorry!” You quickly apologized for bumping into the quite handsome man (and for looking directly at his manboobs—) which the man just nodded in response.
“Its fine.” He said before continuing, “Are you here for our service or—”
“Your services.” You quickly responded, your eyes looked up to see a better view of the man—
The taller and more buffer man had pale skin, and light turquoise eyes with yellow pupils.
He looked really pretty.
Well, at least you know who you're going to fuck this night.
“I..I'll order you.”
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.
.
The grey haired man led you to a room, very different from your previous rooms.
It felt more comfortable now, and had a sensual atmosphere to it...
You let out a soft hum as you sat yourself on the now much more comfortable bed as the grey haired man started to take his underwear off.
“My name's Alhaitham, by the way.” He introduced himself, his maid dress was still there but you could see how his panties werent— He seemed to be ready for your cock
You decided to unzip your pants and release your hardened cock from your boxers, which Alhaitham gulped at its size. He was on his knees as he puts his fingers on the base, he gave your tip a small kitten lick before licking the base up and down.
He looked so pretty, his flustered state and how he's looking so lewd, his eyes looking at yours.
The way his hot tongue was dancing on your cock almost made you cum— You couldn't stand it anymore as you thrusted your cock into his small mouth.
His mouth was small and tight as you let out a groan from the tight heat surrounding your cock.
Alhaitham was taken aback as he tried to moan around your cock.
“mffhh~” is all he could release, your thick length was stretching his oh so beautiful mouth.
Your eyes were of a predator's— you looked as if you were going to eat him.
Well, who wouldn't do that?
He looked so beautiful, his mouth stretched around your fat cock, and all you could do is close your eyes from such pleasure that he was giving you.
He starts to move his tongue up and down, cockwarming your length with ease.
He feels so warm, so tight...everything.
You brought a hand down to stroke his soft grey hair as he slightly shifts, but that didn't stop him from licking your cock clean. He looks up at you, his turquoise eyes were looking so submissive— you grabbed a patch of his hair as you fucked his mouth.
All he could do was choke on your cock, tears forming in his eyes as he makes audible noises.
“mffh!!!~”
You eventually came with a loud groan.
Both you and him were panting, as you let go of his hair you realized you accidentally came inside of his mouth. You gulped as you wanted to apologize. “i...hey, I..I'm sorry..” You nervously said as you looked at Alhaitham who was barely even processing your words— He instead looked so...out of it.
The sight was very lewd, his mouth was hanging open as your cum was leaking out.
“H-hey, you okay?” You asked, as you caressed his hair which he came back in response.
“y-yeah..I am. No worries” He immediately got up and spat your cum onto a tissue and threw it in the nearby trashbin.
As you were about to lie down and take a break, you were suddenly met with a hand on your cock— it was Alhaitham putting a condom on you.
Oh, right..
“Did..did you do any preparation?” You asked, worried for his wellbeing which the man just scoffed in response. “Dont worry, it's not like you're that big.” And that made your ego shatter.
As Alhaitham placed his hole on top of your already hardened cock, he dropped—
You both let out loud moans but Alhaitham's was especially loud.
“ANH—” He moans loudly, only your tip was inserted in but he already moaned like a slut.
Oh, how exciting.
He was breathing heavily but he decided to push down further.
“Nhh~ mfff....” All he could do was moan like a pretty slut, he was crying from the stretch in his hole. You weren't even fully in yet and he's already crying from your cock. His hole was as delicious as his mouth, the way his hole was tightening every second and how warm it was made you groan.
“agh... Alhaitham..let me fuck you—” You groaned out, you couldn't handle it anymore, you wanted to abuse his tight pink hole.
But Alhaitham refused to, he instead didn't listen to you as he still tries to get used to your length and thickness.
Which you finally snapped, you were embarrassed that he referred to you as "not that big" and now he's going to pay for it.
You Part his cheeks to spread his hole further which he loudly moaned in response, it was so wet and tight that you forced him down on your cock.
Which he screamed—
“ANHHH~! N-Noo..! P-PLEASS~” You bounced him up and down on your cock, and all he does is moan like a cheap whore, needy and begging to be filled with your cum. His manboobs bounced as you bounced him faster and faster, he was making audible noises as you tried to find his prostate.
“N-noohh~ p-pleash...mffhh—” He cries out, your cock was abusing his tight warm hole, the way his mancunt was desperately clinging onto your cock made you let out yet another moan.
“Nghh...— Fuck, you're like a cheap whore, alhaitham...begging to be filled, aren't ya?” You smirked as you said that, you were also struggling to talk because of how tight he was clenching down on your cock.
All Alhaitham could do to respond is with loud sobs, with "no" 's and "I'm not a whore" 's.
You gave alhaitham a gentle kiss on the cheek before you switched positions, it was doggy style now.
He couldn't look at your wide smirk that was on display now, as you fucked him over and over again— His slutty hole was begging to be filled as you held his hips tightly.
His warm walls were clinging onto your cock, as if it's begging you to ruin his insides.
You fucked him faster and faster, his moans got louder as you degraded him further.
You might be a virgin but you know some knowledge about sex, at least.
Now, you hit a certain spot that made Alhaitham cry out louder than his other moans.
“Oh? What's this, did I hit your prostate, sweetheart?” You smirked as you already knew the answer, you didn't even let him response as you kept moving your hips with his, fucking him in a brutal pace and hitting his prostate with your fat cock over and over again.
If only you could see how slutty his face was, he was indeed a mess.
“P-please~~!!! F-fuck me harder— Nghh~!!” He moans out, drooling saliva like a dumb whore who's thirsty for another man's cock.
“You're so fucking tight right now...it's as if your cunt is begging to be bred by my cock, no?” You leaned in and whispered into his ear, you were panting and nearly out of breath but that didn't stop you from fucking him vigorously.
“Y-yes♡~!!! p-please..make me..your—!!! NGHH P-PLEASE!~~~” He was fucked dumb as you ram up your speed, the sound of skin on skin was heard throughout the room and especially Alhaitham's pretty noises, begging to be filled.
“Please what, my dear?” You asked him, your tone was teasing as you suddenly slowed down your pace which Alhaitham let out a loud whine in response.
“N-noo~ f-fuck me dumb..please..?” He turned to look at you, his face was a mess. His hair and his eyes were puffy from tears, he was a drooling mess and he looked like he had hearts in his eyes.
Oh, how could you ever decline such a sweet request?
Before he knows it, you fucked him like a rabid dog, you were hitting his prostate over and over again as you held a bruising grip on his waist.
“Anh~~ I..I love your cock!!!nhhHHH please..let me..I wanna— NGHH~~!!”
You decided to tease him by pinching his nipples, you were flicking them as you fucked him dumb.
He was a drooling mess, all he could do is moan like a dumb slut.
You finally came with a final thrust, you came... unfortunately not inside of him.
You pulled out with a groan as you took off your condom, Alhaitham's body immediately fell and he seemed to pass out.
Oh, your fun wasn't done just yet.
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𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐒 || 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖
Since I’ve been focusing on my Joey B series for the a couple of weeks now, I decided to change it up a bit and write a one shot for a change,,, enjoy!
This was submitted to me anonymously by one of y’all and I accidentally posted it instead of saving it to drafts, so I ended up deleting it. So whoever, requested for this— I really hope you see this 🤍
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Joe Burrow x Reader
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: On the outside Joe was seen as serious and stoic but what they don’t see behind the scenes is the big baby you call your boyfriend.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluff, more fluff, cursing, teasing, slight tension, flirting, established relationship, pet names, and did I mention fluff?
𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
Joe Burrow is one of the best quarterbacks in the league. His teammates and opponents alike would always share both privately and publicly how Joe was someone they are scared to play against— calling him "silent but deadly". Players that had the opportunity to play against him would either call him "calm" or "poised". He had an attitude and mentality that either shocked or scared people— Joe could handle tackle after tackle, the trash talk he would get in the field would go in an ear and out the other— he'd listen quietly and prove them wrong in so many ways.
Joe is cold as ice.
He is ruthless on the field and outside he was serious. So, it seems amusing to you how your "scary" boyfriend was walking around with a literal pout gracing his face as he trailed behind you while you decorated your house for Halloween.
"You can continue that later. Let's watch the new show I was talking about— come on, baby." Joe whined with his deep gruff voice.
It was a peculiar dynamic you two had, one that both puzzled and amused the people around you. On the surface, he was a towering, imposing figure, someone whom people would describe as intimidating, even scary. But they didn't know the softer side of him, the part he revealed only to you, and it was something truly endearing.
At first, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by his clinginess. He would drop everything he was doing if you asked him to, and he would eagerly help with any request, no matter how trivial or absurd it might be. He was the kind of boyfriend who would move mountains to make you happy, and at times, it was a lot to handle— but you truly wouldn't have it any other way.
"Joe that's the thing— the second we start cuddling on that sofa, we would never leave and I need to finish decorating the house before the party." you explained to your boyfriend who was looking at you like he was about to pick you up and slam you down on the couch.
"The party is not until tomorrow night." You and Joe were hosting a Halloween party with your closest friends tomorrow night and you wanted everything to be perfect.
"How about you help me. This way we can finish faster and then we can watch the show." you proposed to the blonde who seemed to like the idea of fasten the pace of decorating.
"I'm all yours, baby. What do you want me to do?" Joe grabs the pumpkin decoration from your hand.
You smiled at his enthusiasm to help before directing him to place the decoration in the kitchen.
It took you a while to get used to Joe's affection. and once you got to know him better, you began to understand the depth of his affection. He was fiercely loyal and protective, and his commitment to your relationship was unwavering. His willingness to go the extra mile for you was his way of showing how much he cared.
Despite Joe's imposing exterior, he was surprisingly tender and considerate. He would try to cook your favorite meals, leave sweet notes hidden for you to find, and surprise you with small, thoughtful gestures. Joe knows all your favorite songs, your deepest fears, and the little quirks that made you who you are.
Joe's softness was most evident in the way he treated his friends, particularly when they needed help. He was the dependable rock in their lives, the one who would listen to their problems and offer a shoulder to lean on. It was a side of him that they cherished, and one that he didn't feel the need to hide.
Both your friends couldn't quite grasp this side of him. They would tease him mercilessly, calling him whipped, and questioning why he worshipped the ground you walked on. But you knew it wasn't about worship; it was about love. He didn't just love you; he adored you, and he wanted to make you feel cherished and special every single day.
You silently watched as Joe carefully rearranged the different Halloween decorations across the house making sure they looked perfect according to your standards. He patiently moved them around as you directed him over and over again with not a single complain whatsoever— only the compliment every minute or so. "You have an eye for this." he said as he moved back to get a more detailed look, his hands on his hips as he gave you his most beautiful smile, "You are amazing at decorating, baby." Joe said before placing a peck on your lips
You glanced at the clock, realizing that it was much later than you had anticipated. As much as you loved decorating, you knew that spending time with Joe was equally important. He was patient, but you could see the excitement in his eyes as he talked about the show.
"Well, it's late and it's hard to resist your persuasive charms. Alright, let's watch your show, but I might sneak a few glances at the decor every now and then." you smiled up at him. Joe's face lit up with a warm smile, and he gently pulled you into his arms.
"Deal! I promise you won't regret it. And, who knows, maybe taking a break will inspire some new decorating ideas. Plus, we can relax and unwind together. I promise, I'll help you with anything tomorrow." Joe beamed at you before carrying you to the living room.
This is how Joe found himself at a bakery the next day— you asked him to pick up the cakes and desserts for the party and Joe could not say no because of your pretty little eyes staring up at him— plus he promised.
Joe was accompanied by Ja'Marr, Tee, and Sam who were attending the party as well as you busied yourself with the final touches back at home. You were sitting in the living room, trying to figure out what else to add to the area, engrossed in your own world when your phone pinged with an incoming video from Ja'Marr. Curious, you opened it to find your boyfriend's face illuminated on the screen. But what caught your attention was the laughter and teasing from his friends in the background— which were the laughs and voices of Ja'Marr, Tee, and Sam who should be helping Joe pick up the food for tonight.
"Joey B!" Ja'Marr exclaimed, as the camera panned to Joe's phone who simply stood with his phone out and a smirk on his face— shaking his head because of his friends’ behavior.
There, on the screen, was a clear shot of your contact information on Joe's phone. The caller ID photo was a picture of you from one of your early dates, smiling against a stunning sunset backdrop. In the photo, you had the biggest smile on your face that Joe has always found adorable.
The caller ID they were teasing him about was 'Mamas'— the pet name Joe would call you from time to time which was your absolute favorite. There was just something about the way your boyfriend says it that gets you going— however, you didn't know that this was what your contact was saved on his phone.
"Aw, dude, that's so cute!" Sam chortled, pointing at the screen. "You've got her as your caller ID with that sappy picture? Man, you're whipped!"
Amidst the laughter and playful jabs, Joe just chuckled and defended himself, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, guys. I like it, alright."
Your heart melted as you watched the video. Here was your boyfriend, being openly teased and mocked by his friends for his cute caller ID choice, and he didn't mind one bit. Joe was unapologetic about his feelings for you, and his friends couldn't help but admire that fact.
"Alright, man. Say goodbye to Y/N." Ja'Marr pointed to camera back to Joe's face who still had that damn smirk on his face he knew you loved.
"Bye, Mamas." Joe's deep voice resonated almost knocking the air out of your chest, you were now blushing as you stared at your phone— giggling as you laid back on the couch, your thoughts only on Joe, completely forgetting the task that you had in hand.
"Bye, Mamas!" "Mamas! "Bye bye, Mamas!" Tee, Ja'Marr, Sam chorused before a loud yet gruff voice interrupted off screen.
"You don't get to fucking call her that."
The video ended with his friends continuing to tease, but there was an undertone of respect and camaraderie in their laughter. It was clear to you that the love and affection he had for you were transparent in every aspect of his life, even his phone's caller ID.
You felt a warm, glowing pride knowing that Joe wasn't afraid to embrace his love for you, even in the face of good-natured ribbing from his friends. It was a sweet reminder of the affection you two shared, and it made you heart swell with happiness.
In Joe's presence, you felt safe and loved, knowing that you had someone who would stand by your side through thick and thin. You could see past the intimidating facade and into the heart of a man who was simply head over heels in love with you. His clinginess, as others might call it, was a testament to the intensity of his feelings.
Your relationship was a unique blend of toughness and tenderness, a world only the two of you truly understood. As you walked through life hand in hand, you realized that you didn't need the world to see what you saw in him. The softness beneath his exterior was a precious gift he had given you, and you cherished it with all your heart.
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Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen With Dominant Male S/o
My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+
Backstory: Your basically a mysterious male figure that happens to be around the bene gesserit, (whom not even they could control you)
Feyd is obsessed with you, a deep longing inside his soul, his body.
In the dimly lit corridors of the Harkonnen fortress, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen prowled around like a predator his eyes snapping towards the guards whom he gave a lean smile to, showing off his blackened teeth that almost resembled blood stained on his teeth but a dusky nightly color.
Feyd's eyes beam down on one particular figure, "You." Feyd hissed out, his shirtless body walking towards you carefully, his pale skin contrasting nicely with the seemingly smoothness of it.
"You." he once again repeated his voice a low, dangerous whisper that sent shivers down anyone's spine. Your eyes carefully dawned onto him, your stoic face slowly speaking. "Yes?" With a steady voice.
Feyd's eyes seemed to dim even more on your figure taking in your all-black clothing, he looked around you to see if any of those annoying bene gesserit witches were around you, he saw none.
Once his eyes reverted back to you, he finally looked you in the eyes. With a wicked a monstrous smirk on his face he spoke "You intrigue me." His husky voice slowly lulled out in a confession. his eyes gleamed with a mix of fascination and possessiveness.
Not only sensing and seeing the intensity of his gaze you spoke, "And, is there something you desire?" You spoke, your eyes trained on his shirtless body, the skin that you wanted to caress and trail kisses upon, why else would you stay on this morbid looking planet for so long?
Feyd stirred back from your words, he found himself consumed by a relentless obsession that no amount of power or manipulation could quell, he craved to be yours, for you to whisper sweet nothingness into his ear, but he was disgusted with himself, how can something like him, so strong, think of these pathetic little thoughts and desires, that rocked his body like a steaming fire that wouldn't relent.
"I can't seem to get you out of my mind," he uttered preparing his blade as he attacked you. With a quick dodge, and move of your hand you wrapped your arms around Feyd's waist, your tall stature, leaning down slightly to place your lips onto his neck, tasting his skin.
A raspy and heavy breath escaped Feyd, his body tried to submit to your will, Feyds body wanted to, as he couldn't help but let out a groan, as you started to kiss on his neck.
"And why is that?" You asked slowly, responding to what he once said before he attacked you, your other hand slowly made it way to his neck, not to choke harshly but almost in a sensual way.
"Because you challenge me," he admitted, his voice raw with hatred spewing on his tongue. "Because you see through the façade I present to the world, you are caved into my mind, and you won't leave." He growled out, pushing you away, as he smashed his oh so soft lips against yours.
"I see you, Feyd," You said, voice gentle yet firm. "And perhaps... that's why you can't look away." Teasing tone, as Feyd nearly whined, mewled against your touch, he wanted you to break him, ravage him apart.
"Perhaps," he murmured in between another harsh kiss, his voice barely audible over the din of the bustling fortress.
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𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋. + 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 '𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓' 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘
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synopsis. since the moment that Ghost laid eyes on you, he has sworn to be smitten. too bad you are Soap's girl.
pairing. simon “ghost” riley x reader , johnny “soap” mactavish x reader
genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, pwp, porn with plot, smut, hard pinning, semi public sex, sub!ghost, power kink, degradation kink, mommy issues, voice kink, humiliation, i know nothing about COD just here for my masked meow meow | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍
Simon was no saint: sure, he credited himself for being a morally "sometimes" correct person with pretty decent values.
That alone should have been enough to build a platform on top of the truly irrational thoughts that would swirl in his thick skull and had only gotten worse since the day he joined the forces.
He had blamed his rough upbringing for a lot of things since the day he was born, but being as touched deprived as he was now was definitely one of the things he could check at the top of his list as the cause of his crippling mommy issues, and boy was your appearance only adding fuel to the fire.
Being deployed was something he had just gotten used to, the feeling of never really settling down and always being on guard, and being used to having eyes at the back of his head.
But there was one thing Simon could never quite figure out, something that seemed to come naturally to his charming pal Johnny, and that was women.
When Soap had first hinted to Ghost about him being in a two-year relationship so suddenly out of the blue a few months before you even managed to show your face. It was like playing a perplexing game of Where's Waldo to piece together the mystery woman about whom his partner was making risque jokes in their conversations.
At first, Simon just wanted to throw in the towel and was entirely convinced that you were just a figment of the soldier's imagination, not that he would blame him.
Simon understood that the battlefield is a pretty lonely place and wouldn't judge his friend for losing a couple of marbles along the way, but if Johnny was losing some of his rockers, he wouldn’t prefer the delusion to continue on for too long.
Before he could step in and pull the plug, your official appearance had almost knocked the wind from his chest like a brick straight to the heart.
Throughout the period that you were just a pieced-together image from the shitty descriptive words Johnny had used to describe you, Simon almost stumbled the moment he had laid eyes on you.
Perhaps it was because he hadn't had the opportunity to fully look at a woman in the way he was able to look at you, but words couldn't describe how your features had him struggling to tear his gaze away.
Luckily, his broadening and usually quiet demeanor were enough to cover up his pure awkwardness during your first introduction.
Struggling to form a normal question or even his name, Johnny introduces him with a dismissive pat on the shoulder before moving on and rounding up the rest of the team.
Since this, your appearance has been like a plague to him, like an infection burning under his skin, blurring the line between what is wrong and what is right.
If anything, you seemed to want to spread the infection even further from the way you would always try to joke with him, how you were always the only one to get handsy with him when talking, how you would always stand up for him when Soap would do his usual teasing, how your voice would always turn soft when you spoke to him, and despite all of that, you had still been in a loving relationship with Johnny, and yet Simon just couldn't shake you from his head.
You had him so smitten, like a stray puppy just looking for some sort of attention, and your mere existence was the bone of his dreams (literally and figuratively).
You had him staying up late at night with his makeshift mattress and a bundle of blankets to form the most comfortable cot he could build out in the middle of some country he had forgotten the name of.
Night had fallen, and the team decided it would be best to set up camp not far from the target's resting place in a nearby cleared-out lot.
Most people would have been thrilled to get a few extra hours of sleep to unwind after all the violence, but for Simon, those quiet moments were the fucking worst, and his erection, straining against his pants, begging for any ounce of attention as it pulsed against his briefs, only proved his point later on.
As everyone parted ways, not too far but not too close, Simon thought that he had spread out just enough away from everyone, alone in an empty room, to spread out and attempt to find his comfort against the rough hardwood flooring, but the moment he had heard the shuffle next door, his body was as still as a board.
Apparently, Simon wasn’t the only one looking for some alone time for the night.
The noises coming from the other side of the room that you and Johnny had occupied left Simon feeling like he was standing right there next to you as you two went at it.
He could only guess that you were pressed against the wall and being lifted into some sort of position that had you whimpering out Johnny's name and moaning out how big he felt inside of you and whimpering about how good he felt.
Simon would remember how he sat against the wall, listening to every moan and plea of pleasure that came from your mouth.
Simon knew that he was in dangerous territory the moment his fingers crept past the waistband of his pants and dipped into his underwear to relieve the growing problem tenting in his pants.
It was wrong to imagine fucking your best friend's fucking hot girlfriend, but in his defense, you just sounded so sweet, begging for dick.
Simon was just convinced it was like you wanted him to hear those sweet little whines.
His hips bucked in at the brush of his cold fingers wrapping around his hilt.
The sensation, paired with the sound of your hiccuping moans, sent a jolt of pleasure through his senses.
All he could hear was you as his hand fell in the humiliating action of jerking himself off.
His breath caught in his throat as his head slouched against the wall with a small thump, his heart skipping a beat at the noise but quickly ignored it as your sounds didn't seem to stop, reminding him that you were probably too busy getting your brains fucked out to listen to every little sound.
If anything, just the sheer realization sparked Simon to want to be louder—the thought of wanting to push that bar as far as he possibly could to the point where you would catch him in the act of pleasuring himself from the sound of your voice alone.
The thought of you punishing him for doing something so wrong—for touching himself without your permission—is terrifyingly arousing.
At the image, he let out a gasp, his mouth open, his eyes squeezed shut, and his hand quickened as he fisted his hands tighter at the scenarios of you controlling him, leaving him strung onto every command.
As your pleas became less and less audible, the bliss grew stronger and stronger.
Simon wanted to get familiar with the sound, with the noise of your orgasm creeping just around the corner.
As he could only make do with his hand, he imagined the feeling of being inside of you, the warmth of your walls, and as he brought himself closer to his own edge, the thick ribbons of cum shot from him with a grunt that followed just after yours.
The post-nut clarity left him catching his breath, yanking his mess-covered hand out of the front of his pants, and staring at everything that had unfolded with a hard, annoyed grunt.
God how he wished that he could have you.
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Moonlit Confessions 🌙
A Cedric Diggory x Fem!reader fic.
Hey guys! This is my first time ever writing a fic. I've been reading fanfics for almost 5 years now, but was either too lazy or didn't get the courage to post my work. Constructive criticism is appreciated but please don't be mean...it's my first time so it'll likely suck 😅 Do give suggestions on how I can improve<3 A huge thanks to @queer-n-here for helping me out with some of the dialogues and plot suggestions. Go check them out!!!
(The reader is a "Prewitt" which is one of the sacred 28 pureblood families. Much like Weasleys as they too don't care about their pureblood status.)
Warnings: none. This is just pure fluff ^w^
The moon was brighter then ever, as the soft wind blew playing with the locks of your hair. You stood by a large window of the library, waiting for him. But the serenity of the night sky had tranced you in it's beauty, so much so that you didn't even notice Cedric when he entered.
“The moon is beautiful, isn't it?”
You snapped out of your daze as you stepped back, startled.
“How long have you been here?” you asked with a surprised smile.
"Not long."
He replied with a smile, there was a faraway look in his eyes with a hint of excitement?....or was it mischief? but there was something about his expression you couldn't place your finger on.
"By the way, did you figure out the clue yet?" He asked.
"Not yet, that thing screams every time I open it. I'm surprised, it hasn't made me deaf yet." Your said, earning a chuckle from him.
Cedric had asked you for help with the golden egg he had got hold of in the first round of Triwizard tournament. He only trusted you with it. You and Cedric had known each other since you were practically babies. It was because both your parents were childhood friends as well.
"Then do we atleast have a lead?" He asked with an hopeful expression.
"Please don't tell me you owled that note saying, "Come to the library ASAP" just to show me a rock you found by the lake side again that was shaped like a pygmy puff." He teased.
"Oh shush, I did that when I was eleven! And the rock was cute."
"You haven't changed one bit, have you?" He shook his head chuckling.
You simply rolled your eyes with a small smile, "I do have a theory though."
Cedric crossed his arms as leaned against the wall with a curious expression, "Enlighten me, then."
"What if the scream was of the next creature you have to fight against? Just like the dragons?" You said walking towards a table which had two books you had picked out as you handed one to him. "We can try to figure out the possible creature you might have to fight against."
"Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them." Cedric read the title out loud, "I feel like vicious would've been a better way to describe them." He added with an airy chuckle.
"Don't say that in front of someone who wants to be a magizoologist." You said with a playful glare.
"To you even an Erumpent is just as cute as a puppy." He replied with a teasing smile.
Cedric pulled out a chair for you and helped you get seated as he sat in front of you.
"Since when did you become such a gentleman?" You teased.
"Well, I can't help but channel my inner gentleman around you. Just trying to set the bar high, you know?" He replied with his classic smirk.
You raised an eyebrow, "Just around me? Are you sure you're allowed to say that with all your fangirls eavesdropping on our conversation?"
He loved this banter that they had. You were the only one on whom his charms wouldn't work and he took it as a challenge to change that.
"Well, it'll be easier to let them know I'm taken that way." He replied with a flirty smirk.
You rolled your eyes acting like it didn't bother you but your cheeks were dusted with the lightest shade of pink. It was barely visible but didn't go unnoticed by Cedric that was what he needed, a signal that he does affect her.
He rested his head in his arms as he smiled sweetly at you. "You look cute when you blush like that~"
"You're not the first one who said that to me." You replied with a sassy smirk, though internally you had melted in a puddle of blushing mess.
Cedric though smiling, visibly tensed at that reply.
"Haha, I guess I'll have to try harder to come up with compliments that leave you speechless then. Challenge accepted, and I think it'll be an easy win for me as it's hard not to compliment someone as adorable as you, even if it's been said before." He replied with a wink.
"We'll see about that." You replied with a small smile. "But for now, let's focus on the task, shall we?"
Cedric nodded, "So, that scream is well terrifying to say the least...could it be a Banshee?" He said pointing at the text under the image.
"A Banshee is a female spirit in Irish folklore who heralds the death of a family member, usually by screaming, wailing, shrieking, or keening." You read out loud.
"Well I don't think so, I mean, whose death are we talking about here? There aren't any dementors here anymore. But we can't completely rule out the possibility as the Triwizard Tournament which was held in 1792, had one of the tasks involving catching a cockatrice. However, the beast went on a rampage and injured three of the judges, the Head of Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. I read that in Hogwarts, A History." You added.
"Really? But don't you think that after this tragic incident the authorities would be more careful?" Cedric asked curiously.
"Hmm. You do have a point...so perhaps it's a siren?" You thought out loud.
"Maybe? I read somewhere that a sirens scream can deafen a man and transform a woman into one of them." Cedric replied.
The two of you searched the entire Magical Creatures section of the library for an hour, but there wasn't much of a lead. Finally, Cedric suggested to take a break to go get some fresh air.
You both walked towards your usual spot near the lake. The moonlight illuminated the crystal clear waters of the lake, casting shimmering reflections that danced upon the surface with an ethereal grace, as if the night itself had decided to paint upon the canvas of the water.
As you both sat on the shore, you saw a really cute rock. "Ced, look! this looks like a Fwooper"
He simply chuckled, "Are you sure you wanna become a magizoologist? You could become naturalist considering your never-ending pile of rock collection."
"Well I love cute rocks, but I love animals more. All the rocks I have collected look like some sort of animal." You replied.
Cedric nodded, "So we have the next Newt Scamander in making. I see." He replied with a smile.
"Do you have the golden egg with you right now?" He asked randomly.
"Yeah why?"
"I wanna see if there are any marks or symbols carved on it that can give us a clue? Or perhaps help us understand that scream in a way?" He replied.
"That's a good idea." You replied as you opened your side bag, as you rummaged through its contents. But it was a bit hard because of the extending charm you'd used on it. Finally giving up with a frustrated sigh you took out your wand.
"Accio, golden egg." You casted the spell making the egg fly out of your bag and landing on the ground with a thud which opened it.
A ear piercing scream filled up the quite night, as the egg vibrated from the sound and fell into the lake.
You stood their horrified your hands trying to shut your ears.
"Holy Merlin!" Cedric exclaimed as he took his shirt off and jumped into the lake.
Expecting to hear the screams he was surprised to hear a melodious voice instead.
"Come seek us where our voices sound,
We cannot sing above the ground,
And while you're searching ponder this;
We've taken what you'll sorely miss,
An hour long you'll have to look,
And to recover what we took,
But past an hour, the prospect's black,
Too late, it's gone, it won't come back."
As he closed the egg and got out of the lake, he had an excited smile on his face which confused you.
"This things scream changes into a song underwater!" He replied with a grin.
Your eyes sparkled as you smiled, "It's Mermish! That means the next task has Merpeople involved. It's likely gonna be an underwater task!" You replied.
"We finally figured it out!" you said as you hugged him excitedly, but pulled away sheepishly when you realised that he was still drenched and half naked. You looked away embarassed and blushing heavily.
"Like what you see?" He teased.
"Just get dressed for Merlin's sake!" You replied, earning a chuckle from him.
The next few days were spent trying to figure out this what was the most valuable thing that the Merpeople would steal from him.
"What is it that you cherish the most, that you can't live without?" You asked.
"Uh...I don't know." The look that he gave you said otherwise though.
"Oh c'mon Ced! What is it?"
"You're asking the wrong question. Instead of what it should be who." He replied with a soft smile.
"What do you mean?... Who is it?" You asked confused.
"I would let you figure that out." He replied, chuckling at her obliviousness.
"Ced! please!"
"I've got Potions now, better get going before Snape gets all cranky." He replied with a smile. "Good luck with your little quest!" He added winking before he left.
You sighed as you hugged the books closer to your chest.
"Hey Y/N! I was just wondering if you're still up for the study session today?" Cho Chang asked startling you, making you drop your books clumsily.
"Oh shoot, I'm sorry I'm such a klutz." You apologized embarrassed as Cho helped you pick up your books.
"Don't be! I'm sorry I startled you." She replied with a smile.
That's when you noticed a book in her hand that you hadn't seen before. "What's it about?" you asked pointing at it.
"Oh this! It's a Japanese muggle comic, it's called a Manga."
"That explains why I haven't heard of it...so what's the plot for this one?"
"Girl! Have you been residing in a broom cupboard at the top of the Astronomy Tower? It's a period comic and it's literally so famous even the wizarding world knows about it! I've been obsessed with this, there's this really handsome guy who just confessed to his love interest! I'm so happy!!" Cho replied with an excited smile.
“The moon is beautiful, isn't it?” you read out loud. "How is this a love confession?" You asked confused.
"This phrase is a more poetic way of saying I love you. It's meant to express love indirectly, since in Japanese culture earlier it was considered rude to directly state your feelings or needs." Cho explained.
"Anyways I got to go now, don't forget about the study sessions! Also I have quite a collection of mangas if you want, you can borrow them. Muggle writers have really good imagination." She said as she waved you goodbye.
Suddenly everything clicked, as you were reminded of what Cedric said a few days ago. A soft blush formed on your cheeks.
"I guess...I figured it out, Ced." You mumbled to yourself with a smile.
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Only You Can Tie My Hands | K. Nanami
Hear me out: Nanami returns home from work to his loving partner, and you happily welcome him. Taking off his blazer, led him to the bedroom, giving him a "massage," doing all the things to help ease the poor blonde of stress. But what does a "massage" entail, and why does it involve his necktie?
A/n: Although it may seem like I only write for Toji because most of the stuff I put out is about him (bc I'm his one and only domestic wife outside of his late one whom I respect), don't get it twisted!! Some of these JJK men can make me swoon just like him (Choso and Nanami, my darlings~~~), so I'm writing yet another lil something in honor of one of them! This draft was an option for a poll but wasn't picked for a drawing. However, that doesn't mean I can't post it at all sooooo you get a win, Nanami stans :D
Cw: slight dom! reader x Nanami - the reader is androgynous or gn! bc I wrote pretty ambiguously in this piece - slight bondage (you tie up Nanami's wrist with a ribbon cloth) - sex with a blindfold (using Nanami's tie) - sensual touching - kisses on the body - handjob - ball massaging - blowjob - pet names (Nanami calls you beloved, darling, love, sweet pea; you call him "babe" and "honey") - throatfucking kind of (??) bc you go at your own pace.
Wc: 2k
It was a difficult day, but that's usual for Nanami Kento.
Today he had meetings after meetings with many of his sorcerer subordinates, had to go on two missions, and, of course, had to deal with the ever-annoyingly casual Gojo Satoru.
Nothing he couldn't handle, but the poor blonde man would be a fool to say he wasn't exhausted. All he wants to do is be in his space, his home. He can practically feel the soft surface of his bed.
It's all he's thinking about when he opens the door to his apartment and crouches to take off his shoes.
"Kento!"
Okay, that was a lie. There was something else he's been dying to see once he left work. Something more precious than his bed.
Then comes you walking from the corner, and your bright smile was the first thing that captured him. It was filled with such a glow that his fatigue almost vanished there and then.
He offers a small smile and straightens himself to greet you. "Hello, my love."
Your smile beams harder. It was a good thing Nanami wore his goggles before removing them. You rush to kiss him, and he hums into your lips. Then your gleeful glow is substituted with instant worry. "Oh honey, what happened to you? You look as if you didn't eat anything!"
"I didn't," Nanami admits as you unbutton and take his tan blazer. He follows you to the bedroom, where you hang his suit in the closet while he flops onto the bed.
"Kentyyy~" You use his nickname before you lecture him. A smile quirks up on his lips because you're the only one who refers to him with said name, and he prefers to keep it that way. "You're so lucky I cooked up something. You know you have to eat!"
Nanami hums, readjusting to lie on the pillow and headboard. His eyes follow your figure sit beside him, a warm hand coming up to stroke his cheek. "I know, darling. I was just caught up in too much, is all."
And you know he's telling the truth. It's the fourth day in a row that Nanami comes from work looking way more exhausted than he'd allow. But it was worse yesterday when he returned from past daylight hours, surprising even him. His face still looks the same, but you can make out slight depictions of dark circles forming under his eyes and muscles tensing, not from lack of sleep but because of his body being worn out.
Despite your worry, all he asks is for you to stay safe and smile. And you do just that with a willing heart. Thank goodness it's a Friday.
"Well. since the weekend is finally upon us," a brow is drawn upwards from your building excitement. "I cooked your favorite: chicken alfredo. But!" You cheekily stop him from saying something because his mouth opens, yet no words dare leave until you finish your sentence. "With a bread bowl! And yes, the pasta isn't ribbon."
A chuckle is well-received as you smile harder. "Oh, really? Is that what you've been working on all day?"
"Uhh, of course!" You proudly huff as you lightly pinch his cheek. "You've been working too hard this week, so you deserve to be spoiled by me!"
"You spoil me already just by living with me, my love." He leans in to kiss you, which you gladly reciprocate. One kiss leads to two, and two leads to three.
You break the kiss when you feel a hand finds its way behind your head, giggling at his sneaky action. "Aht aht aht, can't go having dessert without a meal."
"Oh, I know," his forehead gently lands on yours, "but wouldn't you be so kind as to let a tired man like me have a little taste?"
The way his mocha brown eyes survey yours, practically begging you for any sign of yielding to his request, it almost has you drop your guard down. But something else comes to your mind, and you can feel your grin go from ear to ear.
"Perhaps I have an idea to relieve you from your stress, Mr. Nanami." You lightly push his back onto the headboard, your eyes silently commanding him not to move from that spot. He indulges as you get up and grab for something in the closet. You come back to the bed with a smooth ribbon fabric. "Please put your hands up above your head."
A brow is raised, yet Nanami continues to oblige your wishes. With grace and patience, you wrap the fabric around his wrists and tie them onto the headboard. Nanami now voices his thoughts. "Something tells me you're going to get more out of this than me."
You only giggle as you untie his necktie from his blue dress shirt. "I wouldn't say that when I haven't even started yet, Kenty." You then tell him to close his eyes and wrap the dotted material around them.
Completely vulnerable in his line of sight, Nanami feels the weight of your body dent the bed as you move from the side of him down to where his legs are. He feels your hands slide down from his chest in tease, fingers delicately tracing his abdomen after you unbutton his shirt to reveal his well-built physique. You sensually kiss his body as your hands roam to his tan pants.
His breathing goes uneven when you spread his dressed legs apart, leaving his clothed groin in your line of vision. He hears you hum in loving anticipation. Oh, you're definitely getting a kick out of this. The sound of the zipper on his trousers alerts him, and he'd be a fool if he denied the titillation brewing inside him.
As for you, the image of his hard cock in his briefs has you swooned. The urge to pounce him beats your head like a drum, but that will have to wait for later. Because right now is meant to be a moment for him to relax and possibly give you something to do after cooking all day. The groans from Nanami when you stroke his member through the underwear are so hot to the ears that your ass sways from side to side to ease the heat growing south.
When his length is set free, your breath hitches at the marvelous sight. Even after all this time being together, you can't control the arousing pulsation of your core that manages to creep up whenever you see his dick. It's good that Nanami's blindfolded because how you liked your bottom lip would've baffled him.
Speaking of him, the blonde isn't used to this. When it comes to intimacies, looking at you is the highlight. Watching you ride him while his rough hands propel you down to his cock, how your body struggles to take his fingers drilling inside your sensitive hole, or the beatific expression on your face as you beckon him to come close for a kiss as he drives himself deep within you.
Just looking at you as he does whatever with your body can drive him crazy. Take that away, and Nanami feels like he's in an uncertain territory where you do what you want with him. It's a rarity and totally out of routine...That doesn't mean he doesn't like it, though.
How can he, when he silently gasps for air when he feels a wet muscle slide along the underside of his shaft? Or when your lips place teasing kisses on the beautiful veins that decorate his dick? And, oh Lord, when your tongue laps around the tip, causing the man to bite down on his lip?
You laugh at his attempt to suppress himself. "It's alright, honey, no need to limit yourself. Let it all out." You coo at him as your hand snakes up to his dick as the other massages his inner thigh. Pretty fingers slide up and down the length, and the pads of your fingertips rub against the sensitive tip, causing the poor blonde to groan through gritted teeth.
"Haaaah, haaah—Hnngh!" You could listen to his whimpers all day. "Aghhh—Y/n, my beloved, you're so..." The way he slightly ruts his groin towards you is telling. You smile at him even when he can't see it, but he knows you are. He knows you're watching and listening to him dissolve into a mess.
"I know, babe. I know just how to make you relax, huh." The hand on his inner thigh moves to his sack as the other strokes the base. Nanami jolts at both your hands, sculpting his dick simultaneously as his mind runs in circles at the pleasurable torture.
When he senses your plump lips faintly kiss the tip of his cock, he knows he's too far in. He curses the restraints on his wrists and eyes because he only wants to see you take his length to the base right now. Now those thoughts are challenged as your lips take in the pink tip of his member and slowly inch downwards.
Your jaw relaxes while you take in all of him at your own pace, his cock sinking further into your mouth until your lips almost brush his pelvis. His penis pulsating inside your mouth and throat has you under a euphoric spell. You slowly bob your head up and down, putting your hands on his thighs to hold him down before he starts thrusting and screwing with your slow tempo.
Nanami does all he can to maintain his composure, but God, the feeling of your throat on his shaft is doing wonders. Not only do the inner walls of your oral cavity feel so warm around him, but the blindfold has him using his imagination of how you look right now. He can just picture your pretty hooded eyes looking up at him, gauging his reactions as your ass rocks to and fro, tolerating the neediness between your legs.
It kills him that he can't physically see and touch you; however, your fleshy touch, paired with his creative fantasy, is doing just as much. That is, until a hand returns to massaging his balls, urging him to hunch further. He's now close.
"Hnngh!! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," If you weren't so full in the mouth, you'd giggle at the blonde's curses. "I'm about to—Mhmm! Oh God..."
You decide to help him in his release, slowly withdrawing his cock from your mouth and going for the head, your tongue lapping and licking in his most sensitive glands. Your hand on his sack kneed presses down harder, and Nanami wastes no time shooting his load to you. You happily take in his cum with your mouth, none going to waste as you're licking in any excess amounts.
Once he's done ejaculating and you're done drinking his essence, a pop leaves the mark as your lips leave his twitching head while you sigh blissfully.
Nanami breathes heavily in euphoria, "I thought you said...dessert shouldn't come before a meal."
"Don't question the methods of a cook, babe." you climb on top of him to undo the ribbon cloth on the headboard, your pants mixed with his. "So, I hope that helped ease some stress of yours."
"No."
No??
And it was at that moment you realized you probably shouldn't have untied his wrists first. Because one moment you're above him, your back sinking deep into the mattress the next. His hands pin you down by the shoulders, and a leg is positioned between yours, a knee rubbing against the aching sensation between your pants.
Nanami takes off his tie to free his eyes, brown orbs now cast with the intoxicating guise of lust and want. Your blood runs cold. Oh, I'm in danger.
"N-Now, Kenty, we shouldn't be doing this now," you try to plead before he does anything rash. "You have to take a shower and freshen up before dinner or else—"
"No, sweet pea. I don't think it's fair you get to have a piece of me, but I'm subjected to wait afterward to do the same." He removes your pants in seconds and sets your legs on his shoulders. Heat spreads around your face when his face draws near your opening, and you already have a hand grab for his hair in anticipation.
"Dinner can wait, darling. Right now, I just want you."
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Ok so no rush, you can answer this whenever you feel like it. I just had a saucy idea and had to share it with you before I forgot. I'd love to hear what you think (*/ω＼*)
So, what if canon Gyutaro was wrecking havoc on a village or something. Literally killing everyone in sight, and devouring people to his heart's content. But then he sees you. The cutest, most frightened human he's ever seen. And he just instantly feels some type of way. Ahem, horny asf. lmao.
And since he's an asshole who really doesn't give a shit. He plans on just taking advantage of you, not caring if you want it or not (which he assumes you won't since everyone is repulsed by him) and just killing you when he's done using your body. But to his surprise, when he approaches you, trying to have sex with you. You don't reject him because you are actually attracted to him.
How do you think he would react and feel in this situation? Would he continue with the act? And how do you think he'd feel afterwards?
"Oɴʟʏ ʏᴏᴜʀs" (Mʀs. Sʜᴀʙᴀɴᴀ's BD Gɪғᴛ)
NSFW content | Insults | Almost abuse (but not) | Blood mention | MINORS DNI!!
He couldn't leave your head, it had already been 2 weeks since you last saw him. The first time, you trembled with fear when you saw how the blood of that body ran from his fingers and from the corners of his mouth. His twisted silhouette made you feel a chill run down your spine. Her vertebrae could be counted as well as his ribs above his sickly thin waist and his sharp hip bones jutting out.
Even though he was unnaturally thin, his arms and legs were strong and muscled. The strange man was outside on the street, submerged in the few shadows of the Entertainment District while you watched him from your bedroom window. That was the first but not the last time you saw him.
A few other nights later you were able to observe that man wandering the streets without fear of anything attacking him because he was he whom everyone feared. But something strange began to happen to you, something that made you doubt your mental faculties. Are you sure everything is ok? Or at least with that you tried to convince yourself when seeing him your heart began to beat faster and you stood outside the balcony of your window so that at some point he would notice your presence.
But he did not. Or that was what you thought.
It was another normal night for him, some streets were on fire and others were almost destroyed due to the fight a while ago. The Demon Slayers in charge of ending the lives of the two siblings were now dead, they had failed their mission and evil had triumphed this time.
Gyutaro gobbled into his mouth the intestines of the people he wanted, he ate his fill after his sister told him that it was all for him while she went elsewhere to satisfy her instinct to hunt something alive.
The young demon was in the midst of the disaster and destruction, full of euphoria and focused on his food. Nothing could make him take his eyes off his victims until whimpers from a soft, feminine voice caught his attention. When he looked up, he noticed a figure rise from some rubble trying to walk to safety.
He knew you, he knew who you were, and do you know how long he waited for this moment? Do you know how long he held back from jumping onto your balcony to take you all to himself?
From the first moment he noticed you that night, you seemed to him the most beautiful and fragile human being he had ever seen. He wanted to dirty your beauty and break your fragility in every way, but whenever he was ready to kill you, the simple fact of thinking that he would no longer have anything interesting stopped him. But now fate had made you two meet, you served him this opportunity on a silver platter and he was not going to waste it for any reason. Gyutaro felt very active and awake, he was almost out of his mind so his body demanded something that wasn't eating, he already had a full stomach.
You saw him, you knew what he was so clumsy and uselessly you tried to get away from him in the opposite direction but he was a thousand times faster than you so when you tried to move for your life he was standing in front of you, with a merciless and sickly evil smile.
He took you by the neck with one hand applying a lot of force, you took his hand with yours to try to stop him from choking you but it was useless. He only had more fun watching you squirm like a little insect until after a few seconds he dropped you back to the ground. You coughed for air, your hair was a little messy as you looked down but knowing that you were about to die forced you to stare at the ground until you heard his voice, shaky but intimidating.
"Do you know how long I've been waiting for this? For you to finally be mine... don't worry, I'll be nice." He sneered, laughing shrilly.
You didn't even notice when your back hit the ground and he was on top of you. His yellow veined eyes rested on yours that threatened to cry. You really didn't want to die but if he was the one who was going to kill you you didn't feel so anguished for some reason.
It was your dark and guilty secret.
You squeezed your eyes shut, expecting a stab in the stomach or chest, maybe he'd rip off one of your limbs, but instead of feeling agonizing pain, you felt his long, wet tongue trace a path from your jaw to your collar bones. His saliva had mixed with the blood from his food so now an almost pink stain covered your skin.
He held both of your hands with one hand to keep you still in your place and began to attack you with rude kisses, hickeys and some bites, painting your soft skin as he wanted. Gyutaro imagined how repulsive and disgusting this would be for you and that prompted him to continue with your shoulders until he reached your breasts, he would not stop until he got what he wanted but when a small moan came from your mouth he almost froze.
Gyutaro looked at your face and he found a blush spreading from your cheeks to your ears, you weren't struggling with him at all and that sound sounded so fucking satisfying to you that it left him very confused.
Gyutaro didn't understand, you were so strange but that didn't stop him. If you liked it, that made Gyutaro feel that he was the owner of you, of your body.
He took the bottom of your kimono and pulled it up above your waist to spread your legs, get rid of your underwear and enter you after he dropped his pants. His touch was strong and unexpected, you wouldn't deny that it was a bit painful but you didn't disagree and he wasn't taking you against your will, Gyutaro thought it would be like that but he discovered that with each of his strong and abrupt thrusts you enjoyed this meeting more and more.
He didn't make sure that you were ready for him to come in, the truth is he doesn't give a shit, he could only move with the little humidity that you felt when he kissed you. Gyutaro was incredulous but blinded by the pleasure you gave him, he didn't take his eyes off your face, watching how each of your expressions changed with his movements. He was as loud as he wanted, his voice made you tremble and you felt like you were about to get to heaven in such a short time. Gyutaro hit your core with force and desire while he passed his tongue and his mouth all over your skin, he undressed your bust and began stamping his teeth on your tits causing red marks on your skin.
This couldn't be better, Gyutaro went crazy when he felt how much you were squeezing and getting wet around him, the sensation that your pussy caused on his dick was fucking unique and incomparable. Honestly, Gyutaro wanted nothing more than just sex with you, he was thinking of killing you after using you but if it meant that he would never be able to feel this beautiful sensation again then he would think twice before making it.
Your hips moved almost by themselves looking for Gyutaro, your moans did not stop and you were in charge of telling him not to stop until an intense pang reached your body, you spread your legs more so that the Upper Moon 6 fucked you with everything he had and after a while you felt how you cum all over him. Gyutaro had never had this feeling before, not with anyone else so it ended up making him too aroused by the sight of you and your cunt in front of him, a strong pressure stuck in Gyutaro and a few minutes after you he also finished cumming inside you, filling your every fold leaving you wet and trembling.
After a few seconds he looked up to look at your face. He made fun of your pathetic red-painted face, your lustful gaze on him, and a bit of drool dripping from your mouth.
"You're pathetic! You're fucking pathetic!!" he scoffed.
Gyutaro left you in one movement causing you to have a strange but arousing sensation between your legs. He took you by the face with one hand and squeezed your cheeks hard so that you would look at him.
"I have what I wanted, should I kill you?" he asked out loud, but to himself.
To be honest, you didn't care if he did. After all, you would die happy. Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt a strong burning sensation on your cheek after Gyutaro slapped you. You looked at him and after he adjusted his pants he stood up.
"I'm not gonna waste you...you're mine now, you little whore." He told you.
You looked at him from below and how he walked through the rubble moving away from you and leaving you alone. This was the first time but not the last time that you and Gyutaro would have a heated encounter like this.
Girl, I just want to wish you a happy and amazing birthday, I hope you enjoy your day a lot!!! 🥳 I wish I could give you more but this little writing is made with a lot of love so I hope you liked it ILY!! 💖
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Apologies to anyone who knows actual plague history and stuff this is inaccurate use of plague doctors
King Lance and his royal "Plauge" DR Keith who never takes off his mask.
Lance starts to fall for him as Keith treats his beloved sister for the illness. Many say Keith is a bit cold, standoffish but he brings Lance a great comfort during it all and the two grow close.
So close in fact that it is not uncommon for his Highness to sneak off to find Dr.Keith often times for small discussions or company when walking to and from the med wing even when his presence is unnecessary.
The Dr enjoys these discussions, the small gestures from his Highness are warm and very friendly. It's become a highlight to Keiths darkest of days treating something so foul alongside his fellow medics.
None of the plague Drs are to take their coverings off around the King for his upmost safety, so Keith hopes his Highness can tell he still smiles for him.
The evening King Lance catches him maskless is when it all falls apart. His beloved Highness comes in the next day feeling strange symptoms and Keith is devastated. He'd never wanted to get him sick with any of the things they work around, and now their King has symptoms as such:
- quick heart palpitations
- a red flush that comes and goes
- clammy to the touch if a bit sweaty
The entire med wing is in an uproar. None of these symptoms aligned with what they'd learn to treat. And worst of all Keith seemed to be the only one genuinely worried (after examination ofc)!
His Highness even requested he be his doctor as if Keith wasn't the one to expose him to this illness to begin with. But he can never say no to his King even if Lance would allow such a thing. So Keith dutifully treats his Highness with all the care he can muster. He is gentle, softer than he is with any other patients.
The symptoms only seem to get worse.
And soon enough Keith himself is starting to show the same ones. They only appear around his Highness, or when bringing him up at all in discussion.
Shiro laughs at him after hearing about it and insist Keith isn't spreading an illness to anyone but he won't hear it. Lance is sick! His highness has even started looking at him as if Keith is his fiance Princess Allura (to whom everyone knows they are close).
Lance has started holding his hands for periods longer than necessary to find comfort. He has started to request Keith take his mask off in bouts of hysteria!
Keith is worried sick about him, he can't loose his highness. Lance....a world without Lance is not one worth surviving.
Then one day, months after the treatment began, the King ask for Keith in his chambers.
He holds Keith's hand gently "I have a request."
And Keith listens as his king request a kiss from him. He cites Keith's gentle care of him. He cites how it would make his time easier to feel such a tender loving caress before he goes.
But Keith isn't Allura, he is not his fiance and he is torn.
"I- I couldn't possibly-"
"Please, Keith it is my dying wish."
"You aren't dying! You can't die!"
Lance just smiles at him so soft and warm "would you deny me this? Would you deny your king?"
Keith is panicking. He's panicking because he finds himself wanting to, not just because it's the King asking but bc it's Lance.
So Keith takes off his mask, allowing his King to get an eyeful of his face for the second time. Keith leans down to kiss his King and it's so very sweet.
He nearly doesn't wish to pull away.
It's lance that does so first, his hands holding Keith's face in place "I know what illness we've befallen."
Keith's heart hammers inside his chest as he looks at Lance in awe "what would that be your highness?"
"It is Love."
The next day the entire castle is relieved both finally figured things out. The kings Fiance even writes to Keith wishing them well and says not to worry about her for she has her own lovely lady in waiting to attend to.
As he looks back on it all he can't believe he was so foolish.
How could one ever ignore the signs of the heart?
Lances hand squeezes his as they walk through the gardens and Keith can't find it in himself to care about his past ignorance.
Because now...now he has his whole life ahead with his beloved, his dearest Lance.
#voltron#lance vld#vld lance#vld#lance mcclain#klance#keith kogane#keith x lance#keith voltron#inaccurate use of plague doctors#dumb ans dumber#they thought love was an illness lol
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dark charles leclerc where the reader is his best friend but he wants so much more than that? and she starts seeing someone so he just kidnaps her and it’s super sad for her because she trusted him!
Omg I absolutely adore this idea. So, here is it.
Destiny
Pairing - Charles Leclerc X reader
Warnings - NONCON. Charles being an absolute asshole. The reader crying a shit ton. Belt spanking. Chocking. Degradation. Drugging.
Something was going on with your best friend, Charles. He and you had been friends forever. You could tell that he was troubled by something, but you didn't know what. And you didn't really even have time to figure it out.
You were in a very new relationship with a man you really liked. You didn't have time to run after Charles, especially when he outright refused to tell you what was wrong.
Charles, on the other hand, was seething. Every time he thought of you with your boyfriend, he saw red. He was more aggressive during the grand prixes, slamming into his opponents without care, yelling over the radio, and winning using every dirty strategy in the book. Everyone noticed his change, but the fans were happy to be winning, and others could only try so much to make him talk.
It was late at night when your phone buzzed. You were cocooned in your boyfriend's arms. You blindly reached for the phone and cracked open your eyes to look at the text.
Charles - Come down and go on a ride with me. I will tell you what is wrong.
You didn't want to lose the warmth of the bed to the chilling night outside, but you weren't going to lose your chance to talk to Charles, especially when he was finally willing to talk.
You quickly dressed yourself and were out of the apartment in mere minutes. You found him leaning against his car under a streetlight, his jacket black and his t-shirt red. His face was set in stone and the shadow of his hair fell over it.
"Hey," you said, rubbing yours arms. You should have put on one more layer. "What's up?"
"Get in the car." He opened the door for you. You frowned at his bland tone but got in nonetheless.
You trusted him blindly.
You shouldn't have.
Men like him, swimming in money, had no boundaries. They got what they wanted, how they wanted it, and from whom they wanted it.
Charles drove, the speed often pushing the speed limit. You gripped your seatbelt, glancing at him again and again, waiting for him to speak. He didn't open his mouth.
"Charles-" you began but he shook his head.
"We're going to my apartment. We will talk there."
You nodded. "Okay." You just hoped you'd be able to solve whatever problem he had.
. . .
Charles settled you in the living room as he went to fetch some wine. You messed with the edge of your dress, looking around. The apartment seemed darker, somehow. More threatening. The curtains hid all the window.
He returned with two glasses filled with red wine. He settled one Infront of you and cradled the other in his hand, his rings making a soft sound against the transparent surface. You took a sip.
"Will you tell me now?" You asked softly, looking up at him. He was a lot taller than you.
He sipped his wine. "It's you, Y/N."
"Me? Did I do something wrong?"
"You let him be with you."
"What....what are you talking about?"
"You let him touch you." You gasped as his hand shot our and wrpped around your neck, pulling you towards him. Your fingers clawed at his hand but his grip was unbreakable. "You let him touch this fucking body, didn't you? I bet he put his filthy fucking hands on that cunt. Cunt that belongs to me."
He threw you onto the couch. Your head felt heavy. The wine. You realized. The wine.
You were whimpering as you tried to get off the couch. He chuckled but didn't try to stop you. Your body felt weak. Your fell onto the floor, the carpet cushioning your body, but you couldn't drag yourself further.
"It's just you and me now, Y/N. I will make you regret making me feel this way."
Tears fell down your eyes. You had trusted him so much and this was who he was.
This was who he had always been.
You were just too blind to see the monster behind the sweet smiles.
. . .
You woke up to felling something holding your legs and hands down and something warm between your thighs. A tongue licked you up and down. You moaned, momentarily forgetting where you were, and then you tensed as you heard a familiar chuckle.
"Good morning, my little slut. We have a very long day of training ahead. I thought we'd start with something simple."
There was something in your mouth, it was forcing your mouth apart. A gag of some kind.
You struggled against the restraints, feeling Charles bite into your clit and then spreading you open with his two fingers. You made urgent noises, trying to get him off.
"Well," he said, pressing a kiss to your clit. "If you want to resist so much, maybe I should not start with something simple."
You begged him through your eyes. He'd been your best friend, your shoulder to cry on, the man you ran to with all your problems, and now he was undoing his belt while looking right into your tears filled eyes with a smirk on his face.
He pulled his belt out of the hoops and folded it in half. He tested it on his hand and smirked. "This will hurt."
It did. He slapped your cunt with the belt. You screamed your clit taking the worst of it. Drool escaped your mouth, your cunt throbbing with pain. He chuckled.
"This is what you get, Y/N. I had planned on always being nice to you, but you had to go date him. You gave this body to him when it belongs to me. It's mine to fuck, mine to defile, mine to hurt, mine to use." He slapped your cunt again, focusing completely on your clit. You let out a scream with each slap.
Soon, your pussy was nothing but a mess of pain. Your head moved from side to side. Charles chuckled every time you tried to beg him, unable to make out any words because of your gag.
He tilted his head down and spat in your open mouth. You smelled his familiar cologne. But it wasn't him. This wasn't your best friend. It couldn't be. You sobbed. It couldn't be Charles.
"Whore," he muttered. "A fucking whore is what you are now, do you understand me?" He slapped your face. "You are a whore. You are nothing but holes, holes you will present to me anytime I want, holes I will use any way I want." He slapped your breasts, pinching the nipples through the thin cloth of your dress. He twisted the nipple, and you screamed again. He chuckled.
"I will make you my fuck toy. I will make you my cumdump. You will live to have my cum in you or on you. You're nothing but a toy now, Y/N. Something to be used, be amused by, and then store away." He slapped your cunt with his hand. You tried to beg him to stop. He shook his head.
"We could have been a normal couple," he whispered in your ear. "Instead, you gave your holes to him, when I've always owned them. You will pay for this for a long time, Y/N. And I will enjoy every fucking second of it."
He pulled out a vibrator from the drawer and shoved it in you, the vibrations rocking through your trembling, weak body. He grabbed three clamps and set them on your clothed nipples and your clit. You screamed violently because of each one. He paid you no mind. Lastly, he wrapped an uncomfortably thick collar around your neck.
His fingers brushed on the front of the collar. "It reads Charles," he said and then he was gone.
. . .
Charles Leclerc Masterlist
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The Last Time He Cried
"You were a Prince?" He, she, maybe it, asked. He couldn't figure out what exactly it was. It seemed to keep shifting every time he blinked. Draped in white. Covered with white itself. Eyes white, hair white, wings white. Only it's skin, which was golden and shimmering in light that surrounded them.
It wasn't like sunlight, but soft light that poured from every direction.
He supposed there was no sun here.
"Yes." He answered. He was tired. So, so tired. He just wanted to lie down and sleep. Though there seemed no place to lie down. They floated in amongst a kind of mist. It felt like if he stepped onto a cloud. Though the creature before him sat behind a desk made of pure, glimmering gold. Writing on long rolls of parchment paper with a long feather pen.
It seemed excited, as it scribbled away, wings fluttering slightly, "You also had a mate?"
At that he felt even more tired. His heart. His stupid heart, it ached and longed and screamed.
"Yes." He croaked.
It tsked, "Shame, shame, do not worry, after you pass through it will feel like no time at all between now and when you see her-"
"She rejected the bond." He managed to say, voice cracking, "She hated me."
It quickly looked back up at him. Eyes wide and full of soft sympathy, "Oh. We don't get many of those."
Fucking pity. He wanted to scream, he had enough of that in his mortal life, "Yeah."
"Well then." It seemed so sorry, "That is awful, do not fret, Fae, once you pass through all pain will be taken."
He wanted to pass out. He wanted it to end so badly.
He thought the rope around his neck had been enough to end it.
"I thought I would end up some where I'd be punished." He murmured.
It's eyes widened, "Why would you end up like that?"
He shrugged, "It seemed the Mother hated me."
He thought it might scream at him. For blasphemy. For daring to make presumptions about the God it served.
It jotted something down. Then it stood, walking around the desk. It's robes floating around it's bare feet. Only decorated by golden rings and bangles.
It then... He thought it might hurt him.
Instead it wrapepd him in warm arms and pulled him close. He stiffened. Suddenly feeling vulnerable. On display. Somewhere his tainted soul didn't belong.
But it stroked his hair with soft fingers, "You are safe now, child. You are where no pain will ever touch you again."
No pain..
Tears glimmered in his eyes, "Really?"
It gently rocked her, "This is whom you call the Mother's lands. You have paid with your life. And now you will be cared for."
"There is no more pain." It hummed.
No more pain.
No more broken bonds.
It was all done.
He cried, he sobbed into it's chest. His body, his soul quivering with the intesity.
"Let it all go, child, this will be the last time you ever cry." It promised.
"Thank you." He sobbed, "Thank you."
"Do not thank me child, you deserve this." It sung into his ear.
He didn't know how long he stood there. How long he cried for. He wept and wept. Until his tears were rivers below him. He may have stood there for centuries, simply crying into the chest of this strange deity.
But finally his breaths slowed, and his crying ceased. The creature pulled back. And he realised it had been braiding his long hair.
When he looked at the braid. He saw that it stretched so far down into the mist below him that he couldn't see the end.
"How?-"
The creature, the angel, cut him off, "You are now in the resting place, time works differently here."
It smiled so brightly, "Now child, it is time for you to truly rest."
It took his hands and began to lead him, but he stopped shaking. It lifted a white eyebrow, cocking its head.
"I'm scared." He revealed.
For a moment there was a silence, then it smiled, gripping his hands a little tighter, "I will hold your hand the whole way."
He didn't know why that consoled him, but it did.
Finally, he walked through with it. Through white light. Into the Mother's resting place.
And when he saw what laid on the other side, he knew the angel had been wrong.
Because he cried again.
But for the first time.
Lucien wept with joy.
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Hello! I hope you are well. I see request are open soon...i dare to suggest an alpha Suguru... who already knows the omega of his destiny but he is simply convinced that the reader -beta- is his true destiny and love. So after simply "taking care" of that omega, the only thing left to do is spend his rut with his darling.
she will simply let him knot her up as many times as necessary... and even though she is a beta, her body receives it very well...(NSFW) because is there a better alpha than Suguru? Even if she is a regular Beta?
maybe a cliché, if you don't liked it's ok uwu I just wanted to get the idea out of my head. 😅 Thanks for reading! Have a nice day.
A/n: I even liked this idea. Besides your idea, I added a bit of myself. Thank you for sending me this request!
Not real omega
Paring: alpha Geto x beta reader (omegaverse)
Warnings: NSFW, rough sex, marking, bites, kind of cheating, pregnancy kink
Cw: 5,6 k
Geto, already having his omega, thought that this person was his destiny. However, he didn't want it to be the way it was. When he met you, the regular beta, he felt that you must be his. Love and destiny. He was not mistaken. Your body is like an omega. But you take it all much better. It doesn't matter if you are omega or not
Looking at the tired girl lying in bed, Geto felt strange. Normally he would have smiled when he saw the tired figure in bed. The tired and trembling body was often visible. And that always made him in a good mood. He laughed at the poor endurance of his partners. The omega were often too gentle on him. Even now. He wanted to laugh. He wanted to get into bed with a smile. Hug his partner and provide some comfort after all. Even calm down a little. Eventually, the tremors of the body may have stopped when the person calms down. He used it. But even so, now he didn't feel like doing it. He just didn't want to. He was not satisfied. He didn't like what he felt. For some time now, he hasn't felt the satisfaction of being with omega. Additionally, with the omega that was supposed to be intended for him.
The smell was almost perfect. Looks good. She was sweet. Nice and sympathetic. Sometimes she trusted people too much. But she was lovely to him. She smelled so soft. Even though it's too sweet for his taste. As an alpha, right after the first meeting, he felt himself begin to tremble. His mere presence was overwhelming.
But that's what the alphas were like. Especially him.
The girl behaved submissively even during conversations and dates. She often trembled even at his touch. Her skin was sometimes too sensitive to even a single touch. That's why she ran away from him to calm down.
She never said his name to him. He wanted to be with omega, whom he decided to bond with, to be like his soul mate for him. To behave like the most loving couple. At least he had hoped for it when he met her.
He wanted someone to finally tell him that they loved him.
And not only hear "Geto-san" and sometimes she just said Geto. Nothing more. Not once did he hear his name from her lips.
Like everyone, he believed that if he found the right person, he would know. This is supposed to be destiny. This cannot be mistaken.
But the longer he was with this omega, the more he missed something. He was not satisfied.
The girl was tiny in comparison to him. She was afraid of many things. In addition, she was afraid of every alpha she encountered. Even if Geto was there with her. She succumbed to every word. She was just terribly naive. This irritated him the most. She was even able not to oppose hitting on other alpha.
Even though the dark-haired man never marked her so much that other could feel it right away. He couldn't do it harder. She asked him to do so. He accommodated her requests and pleas.
He was sick of her softness every time he talked to her. She was so very delicate. When you raise your voice at her, she always seems to be crying. She shrank in front of him. That was the only way he could still describe it. He couldn't see her next to him.
He wanted a stronger omega...
Just to hold on.
Sure he wouldn't want to hurt his omega. If he said now that they were not meant for each other after all, she would have collapsed. However, he would not bear much responsibility for this. He did not connect her completely. He didn't mark her. It hardly bit at all. And even if it is, not in pratner places. He didn't dominate so much to show that her place is just next to him.
He was not satisfied...
He felt that this person was someone who was connected to him. He knew he had to protect her. She was destined for him. However, he only thought if there was someone else. For example, someone who would feel something about his omega. Until they connected. He himself could look further. But he felt he would like well for her. He didn't want to leave her like this. She would break down that the alpha doesn't want her.
She was delicate. Not like him.
She was still afraid. Not like him.
She was afraid of a knot with him.
He was never completely satisfied with it. Whether to knot with him or just an ordinary meeting.
Mainly he was angry about one thing.
He hadn't felt better in a long time.
He was not happy, especially sexually.
No matter how many times his omega gave off pheromones. He couldn't have gone all the way to please himself. He was an understanding alpha. He understood that she had limitations. Which made him sexually frustrated.
He had great endurance. Even several times larger than her. That's why she was fed up most of the time. He hurt her. She was crying to stop.
With her, he did not lose control of himself.
She made him want to scream. He didn't feel the pleasure in life the way he wanted to. It had hit him so hard.
He didn't want to hurt her, but if he wanted to live and function normally, they had to find a solution.
For him, she was giving too little. And he is too much for her. They were not a matched couple.
He had greater needs. He had to have more.
So he had two options.
Find another omega or an additional partner.
He honestly didn't want to hurt her. She would feel hurt if he did this to her. But the best option would be to break up. Even feeling attracted to themselves, they need to fix it somehow. Because if not, he could destroy her like that.
Just as she can destroy him.
He may go mad in the end.
He wanted to look after her. But there was no point in them both getting tired together. There may be another alpha that will definitely have less requirements than him. Certainly not that towering.
He would like someone to be found quickly. That he would show this poor omega that alpha are not scary, and that he doesn't have to be so afraid of them. Besides, they can also be delicate.
Because he already has someone.
A person that others might not have expected the alpha to take. Especially an alpha like him.
After all, you weren't an Omega. You were Beta.
You met him by accident. Literally.
It was just an unexpected meeting.
He sat down on the bench next to you. In the park. It was a warm spring day. Many people were on the walk. Mostly many couples.
Unfortunately, you weren't so lucky.
You are a beta without a partner. And it can be painful when alpha with omega or beta pairs are walking around. Only you alone.
He sat down next to you because only there was an empty seat there.
As the dark-haired man sat down next to you on the bench.
The wind blew his black hair to the sides. The part tied in a bun remained in place.
When he took this place, he immediately bent down, putting his face in his hands. He rested his elbows on his knees.
You were curious who this man is. You never met him before. But you've seen him before. He was dating a girl. Sometimes you saw them walking around town. She was so small compared to him. Likewise, you wondered if they could be a couple. After all, she seemed more scared than happy.
So is he now. At the moment, he himself looked not very happy.
At least you wanted to help him at this point.
"Excuse me." you said slightly leaning towards him.
You only started talking when he looked at you.
His face was so tired. His eyes told himself that he was not in top form right now.
"Are you ok?" you asked looking at him.
He sighed before straightening up. He rested his back against the wooden back of the bench before answering.
"It could be worse." he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Oh... I could help you somehow?"
He was silent for a moment.
You already know it was something private. You thought it might be better not to interfere in his affairs, and you wanted to stop questioning him.
But suddenly he spoke up.
"I would have a question for you." he said, turning his weary gaze at you.
You almost fell in love with this purple. But you shook off that feeling.
"What is it about?" you asked trying to sound serious.
"Do you know any alpha looking for omega?" He asked.
You felt as if your brain had exploded.
You never expected such a question.
You thought he was alpha himself!
He's so tall, so muscular. Without saying anything else. It's just big! Male voice and this behavior. Plus this aura. You literally feel the alpha. And he even smells strong...
"Alpha? You're looking for an alpha?" You got a little confused.
"It's too hard to translate. Especially a stranger..." he muttered looking away.
"No! Can you tell me! I'll try to help!"
"I really don't think so–" suddenly he stopped.
He looked at you again.
Something caught his attention. In you. Suddenly he felt something. He liked it. Nice smell.
But what happened? He didn't feel it a moment ago. You were like a normal person to him. No smell. He immediately knew you were beta. But now... Suddenly it started to smell like a real omega. You started to smell good for him. It was so sudden. He didn't know where it was coming from.
Were you an omega?
If so, it will be in heaven. This first time, he felt a person he really liked. Additionally, you are quite brave. You spoke to him first.
Seeing his intense gaze, you turned your face slightly with a little blush. You didn't know why he was acting like this suddenly.
"What's your name?" he asked suddenly.
"Huh?" You groaned. "Uhm. I am (y/n) (l/n). And you?"
"Suguru Geto." you replied immediately.
His eyes were still focused on your face.
Is it possible that he found an omega? So quickly?
It's fate, isn't it?
He feels you have a lot in common.
"Nice to meet you. Geto." you grunted as you straightened the locks of your hair.
He continued to look at you. You looked away again in embarrassment.
He thought: "So sweet." Before his eyes dropped lower in sudden panic. He looked for bite marks on your neck. If he found them, he would have to let go. Or fight to mark you as his. Now he won't let you go. He knows he has felt drawn to you. You are meant for him. Definitely. Now he can't go wrong with his partner.
It is true that he feels attached to his omega. And he also wants to protect her. But he really think it will be better off finding other partners. After all, she will not endure either physically or mentally with him. Especially during intercourse. In order not to hurt her, he gave himself no pleasure. He never even marked her as his partner. So as not to hurt her.
He didn't see any marks on you. Maybe he made it, and he has a chance to be the first?
"Sorry... But... Why are you looking at me like that?" you asked shyly looking at his face.
It made his body feel warm.
"I'm sorry. Just... You are... Omega, right?" he asked hesitantly.
"Wha–. Omega? Oh, no. I'm beta." you muttered. You already know why he was looking like that.
"Huh?" he groaned softly.
Were you Beta? So how is it possible that it feels like an omega? It does not make sense.
Maybe he's oversensitive to everything... Maybe he was just frustrated for too long...
"And you? You're alpha. Right?"
"Nah..." he muttered, dissatisfied with the fact that he had to answer that question.
Now he was wondering if if he were beta too, you wouldn't have found him a weirdo?
"I'm sorry for this." he said as his face grew sadder again.
Beta isn't the same as omega, is it?
Beta and alpha cannot be in the same relationship as alpha and omega...
However, has feelings for you, as if it felt from you that you are an omega.
Are you really a beta?
He thinks more and more that you are like an omega. Plus, you matched so well with him.
"Sorry to ask, but are you really beta??"
"...Yes." You replied.
"I'm really sorry to say this, but you feels like an omega." he said, correcting himself slightly in his seat.
"Really?" You grunted as you suddenly looked down at your shoulder. "I do not know how it is. It just so happens that I haven't had a partner for a long time. In addition, I am not friends with any Alpha. So I also answered your first question."
"You surely know you are it?"
"Like everyone else, I had research. I am registered as beta."
"...I see..."
"Something is wrong?" you asked when you saw how he grew slightly sad again. "Geto, I've seen you before. You live nearby? just near you were with omega then. This is your partner?"
"...Yes." He said, then quickly corrected himself. "This is– we feel connected somehow, but we are not partners. I don't know if she wants that. I don't know if I want it... Actually... I'd be looking for something else. And when I met you here... Actually, I just felt it now... I thought you were an omega. And don't you think that could also be destiny? You may not feel it, but I do." he said looking you straight in the eyes.
"What am I supposed to feel?" you asked.
"Let me put it differently. How do you feel when you talk to me? Or in general what you feel when I am sitting next to you?"
"I... Um... I feel warmer..." you replied that it was a shame.
"In what sense?"
"Just. I feel warmer..."
"I can?" he asked suddenly as he extended his hand towards your wrist. You swallowed to calm down a little, but gave him your hand.
You've known him for ten minutes. Why is he so brave to come closer?
He moved closer to you so that you would sit closer to his neck. Just like he leaned in to yours.
"How do you feel now?" he asked almost in a whisper. A shiver ran down your spine at his voice.
You felt even warmer. You know he was wearing perfume, you could only feel it. Nothing more.
"A bit the same as before. Just... A little warmer..."
Suddenly he moved his hand, but you didn't feel it afterwards. Neither have you seen.
"And now?" He grunted as he suddenly pressed his fingers to the point on the side of your neck that made your back curl.
"W-What are you–?!" you screamed quickly, shoving his hand away from your skin, and you moved away from him. You put your hand where he touched and hide the fact that your face is so hot and red in your sleeve.
When you looked at him again, he had a smile on his lips and his eyes were a little half-closed
Maybe you were beta. But you certainly were closer to omega than to total beta.
Even as a regular beta, you were like an omega to him.
Otherwise your body wouldn't react like that to his touch.
He was the alpha and you were the beta. However, your body reacted to him as if you were an omega.
You guys met in a strange way. Very strange.
But at least a little bit nice and also not artificial.
After a few such meetings, you have gotten too close.
"Suguru... What about your omega?" you asked. He never really told you her name. He just said it didn't matter.
"She's fine." he replied by kissing your forehead as you lay on his shoulder. You hugged in bed.
"How does she feel when you don't look at her? By me... You know... I feel bad about it."
"Don't worry. She doesn't notice me either. As if she didn't care what I was doing now." He inhaled your scent up his nostrils.
He kept saying he loved him so much. That he likes your smell so much. Even though you don't feel it yourself, he can feel it. Therefore, you cannot tell if it smells good or bad.
"You meet?" you tightened your hands on him at his question. Just like him, who grabbed you harder.
"Sometimes. However, we are still recognized as a couple. I feel that the attachment I felt for her is still there, but weaker. It's not marked as mine. I'm just waiting for her to find another alpha."
"You don't want her? I heard alpha don't care how many partners they have." you said.
"It's not that I don't want her. I still feel that I have to take care of it. Only she doesn't want me." he muttered closing his eyes.
"Really? I'm sorry..."
"That's nothing. I prefer You. I love you."
"I love you too. But still, I think it's a bit unfair. What if she needs you?"
"I also needed her before. She wasn't giving me what I wanted. So I don't understand why I should do the opposite." He said, lowering himself a little to your neck, and stuck his nose in there. He made you tremble. "You don't know how long she's been neglecting me."
You don't understand why he, as alpha, affects your body this way. It should not be like this.
Unless you're some kind of omega-beta hybrid
Beta body but omega sexual behavior. So does the smell on your neck. Suguru feels it.
"By the way, I think she has someone else too."
"How do you know that?" you asked
"Smell. And also her behavior. That's why I don't care anymore. I'd rather spend my time with you."
"Me too, Sugu." you smiled at him and hugged him firmly.
After all, one more thing was missing.
Your relationship developed so much that you were even closer.
You don't know what happened, but Suguru always acted differently when you had your fertile days. He ran away for two months. You didn't meet these few days.
Only this month did you understand why.
He was very sensitive to pheromones. You haven't even seen that you can make them.
It only took a little bit of your scent, which he inhaled, to make him lose his temper.
After he pounced on you and put you on the bed, he didn't take the time to undress you.
"S-Suguru!" you screamed as he tore your clothes to pieces, throwing shreds on the floor.
"Sweetheart... Ha... You're in heat..." he groaned as he stretched your legs out to the sides to settle between them.
"But I– I'm not an omega!" you squeaked as he began to lick your neck.
"The fertile days are the same as the heat, baby..." he groaned, laughing as he suddenly stuck his teeth into the side of your neck. You let out a scream, feeling sharp teeth digging into your neck.
Suddenly Geto felt your scent escape him. It vanished for a moment before biting lightly once more making him feel more of you. Certainly not as much as he felt the omega. But he could smell your scent anyway as he bit you.
Suddenly disappearing from above you, he began to undress. He took off his shirt and pants, staying in the boxer shorts behind which you could already see a large bulge.
You're afraid to see the alpha naked...
You're even afraid to start doing it with him. After all, alpha are brutal and dominant. It's gonna hurt, right?
Your groan mixed with a scream as you felt him bit the inside of your thigh.
You brought your legs together, wedging them between the soft spots of his head.
"How many times do I have to tell you I'm not an omega?! I don't have scent glands or punks to turn me on when you bite me!" you bite, looking away with a huge blush. He's already made you so hot...
"I would like not to disappoint you. But I'm not an omega, but a beta. And it is the omega that is adapted to alpha. Not beta. My body will not respond like the omega body does." You said calmer.
Suddenly, with his strong hands, he released himself from between your thighs to look at you.
His eyes were hazy with desire, but he was able to see your face as clearly for his present condition.
You heard him laugh suddenly.
You thought about asking him what's funny about that, but he got over it faster.
"I was wrong." he said, laughing further.
"Wrong?" You asked suddenly. You were terrified of what he might say right now.
"Yes. I thought your body was like normal beta and your sexual behavior was omega. I was wrong. You actually have omega-like sexual behavior. However, your body reacts just as if I had an omega underneath."
Suddenly he lifted your thighs again, and without warning, he parted your hole with his fingers.
You thought about pain because it didn't prepare you. But for that, you immediately felt the pleasure.
Pleasant shivers ran down your body as he lightly pushed his fingers inside you.
"As I said, beta, with omega sexual behavior and responses. You can't evade anymore." He laughed as he pulled his fingers out of your hole and showed. "Look how wet you are now. And that's all for me. And so fast."
When you saw the amount of your juices dripping from his hand, you just wanted not to look at it.
But you couldn't take your eyes off the way he ran his tongue over his fingers, tasting you.
You saw his breathing quicken even more.
"Damn it... You taste so damn sweet..." he groaned. "Sorry... But I must fucking be in you..."
As he grabbed the fabric, you saw a wet stain on the front of his gray boxer shorts.
He stripped off his underwear and threw it away, as did the torn pieces of your clothes.
When your eyes fell on his dick, you were sure you couldn't hold it. The base is so thick that you certainly won't be able to stretch that much without pain. Wait... All his dick was huge. Not only the base. You are afraid of it. Even though you know how you can take it, it will be insane.
"Aah... Spread your legs a little more..." he groaned as he lazily stroked himself. Feeling the sudden stimulation, he felt very good.
He moved closer to you, still stroking himself. When he grunted silently, a large drop of precum spilled from its tip and ran down its tip and fell straight onto your clitoris. Even now, you could feel the tingling sensation. Only after its liquid just touched your skin.
Separating your legs tightly, he held your knee with one hand while the other grabbed his cock and tip smeared warm fluid over your clitoris before smearing it at your even wetter entrance.
You wanted to reach for his hand, but he caught you himself.
And as soon as his fingers tightened, he thrust himself halfway into you. And then he pushed slower.
Your hips and stomach twitched as it penetrated deeper and deeper. And your trembling sobs fell out of your throat.
It doesn't hurt like you thought. Just a little. The rest is above the norm a pleasant feeling.
It is so big. And the fact that it's close makes more juices leak out of you, which makes it easier for him to go deeper and deeper. Pain is also there. But the mere pleasure of it being Suguru deprives you of the feeling that it tears you up so much.
You don't want to cry out of pain.
When his testicles hit the skin on your wet buttocks, you were very divided. You know this is the flexibility limit of your walls.
But you get wetter and wetter. Thanks to your slipperiness and his.
This is the first time you have an alpha's cock inside you. This is madness. You feel like you might die soon.
If that's what omega's feel when their alpha fucks them, you'd like to be an omega.
"I will move." he said breathlessly. But when he gently pulled it out and then pushed it again, you stopped it by a sudden choking of pain.
He stopped.
He thought he was exaggerating now. Even for a beta, you are as small as omega for him. What if it's going to be as much for you as it was for his previous omega?
"S-Sugu... Please move on... It hurts more when you don't move. Please... Fuck me..." You groaned slightly moving your hips.
When he made a few test thrusts that made you shed tears.
But he started fucking you harder and harder, paying no attention to anything. At such a time, he could finally feel good. And it was as he wanted.
Performing thrusts as he wanted, fast, hard and firm, he felt that your pussy was too tight. That he wouldn't last long. But he didn't care. The important thing is that he is fine and so are you.
It felt like he died as your orgasm followed the shaking of your walls. He saw you start crying. And your moan was a real sob. He felt you tightening on him, even though he thought he was stretching you to the limit. You squeeze inside anyway.
He didn't stop moving even for a moment. Even if he wasn't breathing. He couldn't control himself now. The smell of sex was everywhere. And coupled with your scent, it was even more erotic.
He couldn't believe that he was much more fun to fuck a beta than an omega. You were the most wonderful in the world to him. He already knows that he loves you the most. Nobody else. Only you. You are meant for him.
You don't fall apart the wrong way under it. You're not begging him to stop. You are not crying out of pain or screaming for it. you scream And even if it does, your screams and tears are caused by pleasure.
His muscles twitched. Same as yours.
He felt even more excited as he saw your abs twitching as his skin hit yours. It was in your belly that the outline of his cock appeared. Even though it scares you, you can't help it. This is too good.
With your second orgasm you started squirting on his cock.
He almost laughed like a madman when he saw that you were all wet. Plus, your juices run off he too.
Soon you too will be full of his liquids. He has to tag you. He has to do it.
You must be his.
It must reproduce you.
He is unable to control his nature. If your body is so deceiving its senses, let it take it to the end.
He will knot you. Now and always. He loves it so much.
He will make your body bear his children.
Leaning down to your breasts, he bit into one, causing you to scream, and as his abdomen caressed your clitoris, you began to cry even more from overstimulation..
Just then, at your nipple, he growled and groaned loudly as he released his semen right into your womb.
There was no gap between his cock and your walls for his sperm to leak out. It made your stomach a little bloated. Even though the sheer amount was pushing his penis away from you, he pushed his hips against yours even more, until the point where its spouting white sperm tip did not press hard into the cervix, causing pain. But the heat that made you think you were on fire fixed it. His sperm was still flowing. He experienced his orgasm slowly as he rocked slightly back and forth.
When he stopped moving, he lifted your hips and bent you in two.
Your body was sweaty. A face in tears and saliva. You know that probably also in flavors from crying. But that didn't prevent him from summing up your lips as he slowly stretched out. Still hard. He put it on your belly smearing some of your moisture and his sperm.
When you felt that his large amounts of sperm were starting to drain out very quickly, you just wanted to give up and let gravity do what is about to happen. However, he picked you up so that there was no chance of that will come out. Fluids will not flow upwards.
"(y/n)... I want to... I want to bite you.... Here..." he ran two fingers over the joining of your neck and arm.
The bite will disappear. You are not an omega.
"You can..." You groaned weakly.
"I want to mark you... You have to be mine..."
"I'm not an ome–"
"I will bite you every day. It will never disappear from you..."
"You can bite me..."
He leaned in to lick the spot before digging his teeth very hard. You almost felt them pierce your skin.
But anyway... You felt the pleasure.
"Ah~!"
As soon as you groaned, you felt his cock tremble.
He moved away a bit to see that the tip was soaking on your skin.
When he was busier with your neck, you reached for his cock to stroke it. It was hot, wet and sticky too. And as you ran your fingers over a drop of precum, you brought your fingers to your mouth to taste it.
As he saw it, he laughed and dug two fingers into your stretched pussy. He dipped his fingers in warm semen before bringing them to your mouth. You didn't even hesitate to lick them clean. Humming his taste, you suddenly shouted that his cock was filling you up.
In this position, he was even deeper than before. It hurt more. But that didn't stop you from having a sudden orgasm right away. He let out a very loud groan as he began hitting you sloppily.
This time it will be his quick orgasm. He just wants to come ASAP.
You were doing better than any omega anyway. You were wonderful. You take it so well. You're so good to alpha. You succumb to him. You let him do what you want with himself. Just like you let him even knot with you. He doesn't care what happens next.
Pouring out another orgasm, he stretched out, pouring his cum over your clitoris and stomach, and even your chest as he had more powerful shocks.
He made the most charming sound when you started jerking him around with your hand, letting him finish his orgasm. His hot sperm ran down his collarbones until he finally finished and lay down next to you.
As he slowly lowered your legs, you immediately felt his sperm flowing through your legs and his sheet in waves. You are so dirty...
While you were barely conscious, Suguru leaned over and gave a twin bite on the other side of your neck. As strong as the previous ones.
"Sweetheart. You did so well." He praised.
"Geto-san"
"Oh. Hey. I was about to knock on the door."
"Yes. I'm glad to see you because I have to tell you something." she said.
"I also." he replied looking at the smaller girl. "Listen up... I have to introduce someone to you."
Suddenly he pulled you from behind his back.
"This is (y/n)." he said showing you to her.
"Geto-san, and this is... My boyfriend..." she said when a boy a little taller than her came around the corner.
Geto was surprised to see this, because he felt perfectly well that the guy was an alpha. He had never seen such a small alpha...
"So you had the same feelings as me. Sorry. I thought you took offense at me, but then I saw you smile again. I also started. I thought it was fate, and it may have been, but I can't feel anything anymore. Somehow I never felt love for you... Besides, you didn't mark me anyway." you marked, she said, and touched her neck where a slight bite was visible. Bite of another alpha
"Do not worry. (y/n) is my girlfriend." He said with a smile. Almost proudly.
You saw that they didn't really make love. They were together because as alpha and omega they felt it was destiny you saw. But it turned out differently.
"Goodbye. May you be healthy." the girl said before you left.
This is how Suguru's story with this girl ended. They didn't even care that they both had different partners. There really was no love.
As for you and Suguru...
It makes you feel happy.
Because it's him you love the most. You are his destiny.
You don't know how, but it made you become more of an omega. Your body is more like an omega body. You react more and more to him. Despite still being a beta, your hormones have become almost omega because of his presence.
And additionally...
Bites don't disappearing...
"Suguru? How do you feel when you are with me?"
"I feel happy."
"You know I'm not a real omega."
"Omega or not, you are still for me. I love you."
#jujutsu kaisen#geto suguru#jjk x you#jjk#getou suguru smut#geto x you#geto jujutsu kaisen#geto smut#jjk x y/n#jjk x reader#fanfic#one shot#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk x reader smut#jjk imagines#getou suguru#jjk getou#getou fluff#x reader#female reader#oneshot
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Happy new year!!!
I was wondering about the flip side of the previous “i wish iInever met you” ask: how would the ROs react to MC telling them “I wish I never met you” instead?
Okay so uhhhh a reverse of this one huh
Anyway, it's under the cut if you really want to see it. (yes I know. I'm like. over a month late lmao and yes I am aware it's valentine's but oh well.)
Alonzo:
They weren't supposed to be so surprised.
They weren't supposed to be so speechless, unable to push their words out.
They weren't supposed to feel so hurt. Like their insides have been carved out. Like their world has just been turned upside down.
Like they've just lost something important.
Yet, their gaze is pulled towards the person before them. At those firm, unyielding eyes. So cold. So cruel.
Their hands tremble, wishing to touch the other's.
Their feet grow uneasy, yearning to step closer.
But when they regain their senses, when they feel in control once more, it is only their lips that move, uttering in a soft, grieving voice, "Why would you want that?"
Wesley:
"I know."
It's two simple words, and they don't trust themself to say more. They've been taught how to pretend, sure—look at the other person's eyes, straighten your back, pull the barriers up as you don the mask—but they know.
Wesley knows they can't trust themself. Wesley knows how close they are to the breaking point. That these are the only words they can say, lest they let themself turn back into their weak, pathetic self.
They can't trust themself, so they let their partner make the choice.
Leave. Stay.
They never let their sister make that decision before.
They'd make that mistake no longer.
Owen:
He searches their eyes, their movements, the very air that surrounds them. Looking for a sign. Looking for an answer.
"You don't really mean that, do you?" he asks shakily, a crack in his voice present as he pleads for what he wants to hear. "I know you don't mean it."
But he receives no answer. Only a glare full of hatred yet full of pain—a warning, meant for him and only him. Owen doesn't want to believe it, of course. How could he? After all, the others were meant to be wrong about their partner, weren't they?
"You'd be standing in front of a lynx," they said.
"The Ripper will never be whom you wish them to be," they added.
He never believed any of those, even after everything that has happened to him. To his family. To the life that was once his.
And yet here he is, blinking his tears away, looking at the person he loves, waiting for them to change their mind.
Jade:
It comes along like a cold water poured over her at first, the realization.
Jade prides herself in figuring out the possibilities. The things that could go wrong. The betrayals that could occur. Years of having to walk a thin line between life and death has done that to her, and she's never flinched in front of danger.
Today, she does.
Today, something she did not expect has occurred. Something she once feared but threw away, because why would she think that things would go this way? That the person she loved—loves—would believe that none of it has been worth it?
Was it her family? Was it her past? She can't figure it out, and that scares her.
"Think about it," she says, because there's nothing else she knows she could say. Letting out a deep breath, composing herself as much as she can, she grabs for her partner's clothes, pulling them close. "Think about it before you say that again."
It's almost pleading, the way she says it, a tone that she wishes her partner couldn't hear.
#e alonzo#f wesley#owen russell#jade stein#character scenarios#interactive fiction#hollowed minds series#hollowed minds#interactive novel#cyoa#interactive game#choicescript#dashingdon#if game#if wip#oif#writing#interactive story#wip#ask#a ngel kendra
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