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nanaslutt · 5 months

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nana forgive me for i have sinned :((( ive been thinking about whiny choso getting frustrated because he thinks our moans are so cute but it’s gonna make him cum too fast he wants to tell us to shut up but he just cant bring himself to do it

Contains: fem reader, established relationship, dirty talk, teasing, fantasizing, choking, rough sex, mating press, protected sex (that's a first), multiple orgasms, Choso discovers his breeding kink, talk of pregnancy, lactation kink, cockwarming

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Choso was in quite the predicament. You were underneath him, your legs over his shoulders as he fucked you into a mating press, your knees by your ears, and you were being so loud. So much so that Choso thought that long after you were done fucking he would hear your moans and whines of his name ringing in his ears. That wasn't the problem though, the problem was you sounded so needy and perfect, especially when you tried to call out his name which always ended in more whines and broken syllables of the word on your tongue.

Choso wanted to tell you to shut up so bad because every time a whine left your lips; which was every single time he thrust his cock into you; his cock would twitch and throb, threatening to spill. It had only been a couple minutes and he had already pulled his cock out of you for the 4th time and gripped his cock hard at the base to prevent himself from cumming-- closing his eyes and gritting his teeth as he tried not to focus on how cute you sounded whining at the loss, and how breathless you sounded trying to swallow air into your lungs while he gave himself a break.

"Chosoo~" You wined, grabbing his hips and pulling them back towards yourself in an effort to get him back inside you. "Stop pulling out~ wanna feel you 'smore." You whined, tilting your head against the sheets and pouting out your bottom lip needily as you looked up at him with clouded eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut harder at the sound of your voice begging him, he couldn't take it, even having pulled himself out of your too-wet, too-tight cunt.

"What's wrong? Hmm?" You cooed, rubbing your hands along his waist as you watched him take in deep, steady breaths. Choso thought about spilling the beans and telling you what had him pulling out every ten thrusts, you gave him a perfect opening after all! After a. couple of seconds of contemplation, Choso released the hold he had on the base of his dick and opened his eyes, leaning forward to rub the tip of his cock through your wet folds before he caught the tip in the ring of your cunt and pushed in slowly. "Nothing." He responded, gulping at the feeling of you around him once more before he started up a rough pace again.

Once again your sweet moans and loud slaps and squenchles filled the room as he fucked into you with reckless abandon. He shook his head at the sound of your voice invading his ears, his jaw dropping in a small o when your cunt got tighter around him. He watched your hand slither between your bodies and rub small circles furiously against your little clit, trying to push yourself toward your orgasm.

Choso's breath caught in his throat and came out stuttered when he felt your cunt constrict around his cock as he fucked you through your first orgasm. He had to clench his jaw and bite down on his teeth hard to keep his hips moving and somehow not cum from your rapid twitching and pulsing of your walls. Your jaw dropped open when you felt your orgasm wash over you, your moans going silent for a se cond until you really felt it, then you were a moaning and squirming mess.

Choso couldn't take it anymore, thinking fast he moved one of his large hands that was steadying itself next to your head on the mattress to cover your mouth as your moans increased in volume, and doubled in how desperate you sounded. His eyes rolled back in his head at how your cunt seemed to twitch and pulse around him endlessly through your orgasm. He held his breath throughout the entire thing, the both of you gasping in tandem when you finally came down and were thrown into oversensitivity as the man didn't let up his thrusts inside your cunt.

"C-choso" You tried mumbling agaisnt his hand, your smaller one reaching up to grab at his wrist and dig your nails into it in support as he fucked ruthlessly into you. His breathing and soft moans felt so much louder in your ears now that he had shut you up, the sound going straight to your cunt and making you even wetter somehow. "S-sorry." He moaned, shutting his eyes as he let out a loud groan when you squeezed around him a little too tight as you were worked through the last bit of your overstimulation and were thrown into another spiral of getting fucked towards another orgasm.

"I cant t-take it." He groaned, tipping his head back to groan before he opened his eyes once more and made contact with your glossy ones. "Your moans." He specified, making you scrunch your eyebrows together as you tried to understand what he meant. "'S why I had to keep t-taking it out." He kept talking, panting through his words. "Made me feel like- hahh- like I was gonna cum just l-listening to your voice." He confessed, feeling his own face heat up at his revealing words.

You groaned behind his hand which covered your mouth at the revelation. Your face turned crimson as you thought about how by just your voice alone you could bring a man such as Choso to his knees. You spoke behind his hand, bringing your other hand up to pull his wrist away so you could speak properly as he let you move his hand to your neck and rest it there softly, "So d-o it." you whimpered with a mischievous smile on your face. "C- ahh- cum~" You finished.

He breathed in a shaky breath, his hand squeezing your throat on instinct as he registered your words. Abliet, he was worried about cumming before you and leaving you unsatisfied as his refractory period was a little longer than yours, so the fact that he had already made you cum once made him more susceptible to your words. His hips pulled back slowly, pulling almost all the way out, before he fucked his cock back into you, keeping his eyes glued to yours as he watched them roll back in your head. "Yeah?" He asked, repeating the process of fucking into your slowly but heavily.

"Y-eah" You stuttered through his thrusts, "C-cum inside me Cho~" You begged, biting your lip at him while you smiled at him like he was the only man in the world. Although he had a condom on, he still felt himself throb at your words. "You want me to cum inside?" He asked, picking up his thrusts more steadily as he felt his orgasm creep up on him. "Yes, b-abyy~ F-fill me up with 'ur cum Cho-so!" you whined, your voice coming out strained when his hand squeezed around your throat.

He changed his position slightly, bringing one of his feet up to plant itself next to your torso as he gave himself better leverage to fuck you into the mattress. Your wines somehow made it through your vocal cords even with the tight grip he had on your neck, which made him feel dizzy. Your eyes were rolling back in your head, your jaw was slack as moans freely fell from your lips, and Choso absolutely pounded you into the bed, making your body dip into the matress and bounce up to meet his already rough thrusts.

He couldn't stop your words from echoing in his head, telling him to fill you up. His mind wandered to a scenario if him fucking you without a condom, freely filling you to the brim, and watching his seed spill out of your abused hole as he used two fingers to scoop up the seed and stuff it back into your cunt. He wasn't sure if he could even get you pregnant with him being a curse and all, but damn it if he wasn't going to try.

His thoughts kept traveling, to you getting pregnant, fucking you in celebration, sucking your milk-filled tits because they were sooo sore and who would he be to let the mother of his child suffer like that? He never knew he wasted a child but just a couple words from you sent him in an absolute spiral, and he couldn't argue that a little you running around wouldn't be so bad.

He was thrown back to reality when he felt both of your hands wrap around his that were choking you out. You were nodding dumbly, a fucked out smile on your face as he destroyed your pussy; loud squelching noises echoed through the room, and a nice white ring of your cum had formed around the base of his cock and some was smeared on your thighs form how wet you were. "C-chosooo~" You moaned when his thrusts started losing their rhythm.

"W-wanna fill you up- I- I want to cum inside you." He said, keeping his eyes on your face as his bottom lip started to quiver, he was so sensitive right now. "P-please Choso C-cum for me~" You whined. That's all it took for the dark-haired man's high to wash over him. His thick seed filling up the condom as he fucked his hips into you, each time his hips met your ass he pressed himself as hard as he could agaisnt you, imagining he was trying to get his seed as deep as possible inside your cunt to make sure you got pregnant.

"F-uuckkk~" You wined underneath him, your walls spasming around him as you came together. Your walls milked his balls dry, and the man pressed his hips flush against yours as he relished in the feeling of your walls squeezing him while he groaned loudly as the aftershocks of his orgasm wracked through his body.

Your legs slid off of his shoulders and fell weakly against the sheets as he released your neck in its iron grip and collapsed against your body, breathing shakily as your hands rubbed soothingly agaisnt his back. "That was a big one~" You teased, giggling while he caught his breath with his face cradled in the crook of your neck. You started to wiggle from underneath him, signaling him to pull out of you so the two of you could clean up. "W-wait-" He whispered into your neck.

Your hands came up to run through his hair as you waited for him to finish speaking. "Wanna stay inside you f-for a little longer." He whispered, slightly embarrassed. You nodded, humming in agreement as you continued running your hands through his hair, over his shoulder and back, all while you felt his cock twitching inside you.

"What made you cum so hard Cho?" You giggled, turning your head towards his and pressing a kiss to the side of his head as his hands wrapped underneath you and held you snugly against his body. He paused, gathering his thoughts before he mumbled into your shoulder, "Think I wanna get you pregnant."

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down4denki · 6 months

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Thinking about prohero!Kirishima an unhealthy amount lately 😫 I don’t know who I am anymore… what is this chokehold?

Anyways…

Big fat breeder balls are slapping your clit hard as he fucks his way-to-big dick into your sopping pussy from behind. You aren’t even making intelligible noises anymore. It feels too good and even though you’re in an alleyway off the main road during the quieter hours of the night, you know people can hear you. The unmistakable *shlap shalp* of his nuts on your puffy little pussy echo through the narrow passageway you two had found for a quickie during patrol.

“Quiet down, babe… gunna make the whole neighborhood think you’re being attacked or something…” Kiri pants in your ear but he loves making you loud and dumb like this. He loves that you can’t handle his size no matter how many times you take it. And loves fucking his pretty little slut in alleyways during patrol hours. Makes him feel like a manly hero.

#Kiri make brain go brr #bnha kirishima #kirishima drabble #kirishima eijirou #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima smut

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konigceo · 7 months

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your first time with the colonel♡

lala's notes : when will the day come when i write an actual fic *sigh* MINNA APPROVED™️

cw : könig x afab!reader, smut, edging (kinda), unprotected sex, könig doesn't let u take him all, he doesn't cum :(, mein liebe as a petname, i call him peepaw like one time bc that man is at least in his late 30s!!!!!!, under 13 do not interact, I AM 15 YEARS OLD IF THAT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE PLS DNI!!!!!!!!!!!!

your first time with könig is so cute and soft :( he takes his tiiiiiiime you guys! he checks in so often and takes it sooo slow you might even get frustrated;; he just wants to make sure his love is feeling the best they ever will, that's all. könig would never even dare putting it all in the first time. he spends so long prepping you with his fingers and tongue, making you cum at least 2 times. he needs you to be as relaxed as you can be in order for this to be as smooth as possible after all :(

he makes youㅡnoㅡpractically forces you take only half of him, no matter how much you might beg him. "shh, mein liebe. you know better than to take all of me, do you not?" it doesn't matter if you take half or all of him though, he'll make you cum just as hard on either.

könig would never tell you that he has to edge himself when you're half way on his cock. he puts all his effort into not cumming so fast :( it's been so long since peepaw has had a good fucking and it's soo hard to contain himself when you're a mess for him.

könig works through the slight ache though, and makes sure you cum first. it's not proper for him to get to cum so fast. you couldn't care less, with how good his hips are rolling onto yours, and his fingers toying with your clit.

your orgasm rushes onto you unexpectedly, the pleasure overwhelming your body. the way you squeeze around könig makes his head faint. "mein liebe.. i- mphh..." he lets out a slight whimper. his head is filled with you, and only you. he knows better than to keep going, though. he's worked your body to a limit, and you know that, too.

könig slowly pulls his still hard cock out of your slick hole, admiring the sight in front of him. your pretty pussy all dripping for him, a faint ring of slick on the base of his cock :( he fucked you too good, didn't he? but if that was only half of him, imagine how heavenly taking his full length would be!!

könig lays next to you on your shared bed, trying his best to ignore the ache in his cock. he even thinks of rushing to the bathroom to get a quick release before sleep, but remembers you need a bath first. könig lifts you into his arms and draws a hot bath for you, making sure his love feels truly like his loved one.

könig presses a chaste kiss to your forehead as you melt into his arms, cherishing the lovely moment♡

(he in fact did jerk off in the middle of the night after u fell asleep)

comments & reblogs r always appreciated (๑>؂•̀๑)

#lala speaks ⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖#könig x afab!reader #konig x afab!reader #könig smut #konig smut #könig #konig #könig mw2 #konig mw2 #haha badly translated german go brr #i don't know the word count #this is bleh #peepaw könig haha

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arminsumi · 7 months

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the tall boys, the big boys, the beefy-armed boys, the broad-shouldered boys... with a size kink inspired by their tiny gf

🔞 mdnr/i / smutty / 18+ content

"you're so tiny..." he chuckles, looking down at your body as you sit in his lap. you feel an unmistakable lustful excitement in his breath.

he's so playful about the size difference between the two of you; always pointing out your tiny hands, your tiny shoulders, your tiny neck, your tiny legs, your tiny feet, your tiny everything... it's super cute that he compares his big, beefy, muscular physique to yours, right? he's just doing that because he's a cute, wholesome boyfriend, right?

yeah... well, actually in his mind he's thinking, "i wonder how tiny she'll look when she's bouncing on my dick..."

— aki // eren // gojo // geto

#🗑️ — trash #aki #eren #gojo #geto #smut #idk just thinking abt this rn #size kink go brr

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pyeonghongrie · 11 months

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Size kink go brr

banner by @playmetheclassics!!

Summary: Reader is horny, Mingi is big, size kink go brrr

Characters/Pairing: Boyfriend!Mingi x Reader

Genre: Smut, dirty, self-indulgent, porn without plot. (Crack, yeah, this is a crackfic smut.)

AU/Trope info: Established relationship. No thoughts, head empty, monster cock mingi.

Word Count: 1.2k (Of pure smut??? dang)

Warnings: Female reader, cunnilingus, degradation, and praise at the same time(?), choking, very large emphasis on the fact that the reader is getting split open by what is essentially a third leg, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, creampie, the reader starts crying at one point but mingi isn't into that, biting, reader overstimulated to the point she short-circuits.

A/N: Self-indulgent and impulsive, I wrote this because mingi had no business being so hot in that me too tiktok and also I would much rather do this than that essay I've been staring at for 4 hours now- also I wanted to practice writing smut because I suck at it. Also, this is a reupload from @hwasrie, my old blog. I am reuploading my own work, I did not plagiarize.

“Fuck, Mingi!” You screamed as he gave a particularly harsh suck to your clit, your fingers tugging at the roots of his hair as two of his large fingers scissor you open. The dirty slurping noises come from Mingi as he ate you like a starved man, he groans and almost buries his nose in your pelvis, breathing in your scent, and his eyes roll to the back of his head as if your pussy was the best thing in his mouth after fried chicken.

He bucks into the mattress, dick hard and leaking at the tip in his boxers, if you kept moaning so pornographically and pulling at his hair he might just jizz in his pants. He squeezes the flesh of your thighs hard, pulling your pussy closer to his face, the man was on a mission to make you cream (or better yet, squirt) all over his face; an essential part of his skincare, at least that’s what he said.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck- Mingi! Mingi! I’m cumming- cumming-!” You whine out, clamping your thighs around his head as you push his face closer, Mingi welcomes your orgasm with his whole mouth by messily slurping your cum. He pulls away from your cunt once you started cringing from overstimulation, using his hand to wipe your cum off his chin.

He quickly discards his pants and boxers, “Help me get your legs over my shoulders babe.” He says, you hook your hands under your thighs, spreading out your legs as Mingi slots himself between you, pumping his dick quickly. “Fuck, you should see how hot you look, so tiny and so willing to take everything I give you.” He said while lining his dick to your entrance. You can feel the tip of his dick prodding at your hole, you bit your lip as you brace for the entrance of his gargantuan, monster cock; I’m talking thiccc with three ‘c’s, third leg, can play baseball with the fucking moon kind of big.

You hiss as the tip of his cock breaches your entrance, his large calloused hands guide your hips onto his dick as he pushes in more. You hiss at the delicious sting of his dick, removing your hands from your legs and opting to claw at the bedsheets, Mingi takes one takes a hand that was once guiding your hips to hold onto the headboard, the view from below was great.

You slowly take him inch by inch, even with how wet you are the penetration still seemed to burn, it took a lot more time than you think for Mingi to bottom out, like, when I say MONSTER COCK I MEAN it. Once he does bottom out, his pelvis meeting with your ass, the tip of his angry cock pressing up against your cervix and pushing away some of your organs.

He pulls out slowly, gauging your reaction to every vein and ridge on his cock, as he pushes back in you furrow your eyebrows, biting your lip as you feel his dick rub the entire inside of your pussy. He groans when you clench around him, nails digging into the wood of the headboard as he starts with a gentle pace, moving his hips in and out slowly at first, before speeding up the roll of his hips.

“Holy shit- Mingi! Fuck so big, too big-!” You cry out, you can’t really be sure that’s what you said though, even if he isn’t fucking into you at an animalistic pace he still manages to fuck the braincells out of you, you might just be babbling nonsense right now. He makes a noise between a moan and a groan, biting the inside of his cheek, “You take everything I give you- you understand?” He grunts out, speeding up again and pinning you down more, he was low enough for you to feel his hard breaths on your ear, he bites down on your shoulder in an attempt to quiet down his noises, he wants to hear you.

You grip his arms, moaning in a high pitch and babbling nothing in particular, Mingi was fucking you stupid with his giant cock and you couldn’t be happier, his pace now was brutal, the skin of your ass stinging with how hard his pelvis has smacking into it, you could feel yourself get embarrassingly close already. Your moans turned into high pitched cries as your orgasm was speedily approaching, you clench around his dick to signal to him your incoming orgasm, but it never came, because suddenly Mingi got off and pulled out, denying you your orgasm.

You whine in frustration, making more babbling noises and doing grabby hands at Mingi, he chuckles and bites his lip, looking up and down your naked body, from your hard and perky nipples to your abused and tender hole. He finally enters you again after making sure your climax was nowhere to be seen, this time he starts fucking into you with fervor, holding your hips up to hit the deepest part of you, “Fuuck- that’s it, take my cock like the good fucking cum slut you are-” He says, somehow the combination of his praise and degradation make you whine out, absolutely blissed out, no thoughts, head empty, only big Mingi and his big cock destroying your insides.

You were so, so close again, but Mingi slowed down the aggressive pace of his hips, stopping his thrusts and just grinding down slowly, you started to cry, you wanted to cum so badly but Mingi didn’t let you for the second time already, “Fuck- Mingi, please please please, let me cum! I’ve been so good, please-!!” Mingi, not having the heart to deny you again, finally decides that he was going to let you cum.

He lays down, “Go on and ride me babe, I know how much you love to bounce on my cock.” He says, so naturally, you jump up and immediately and straddle his hips, sinking down onto his cock quickly, he takes a sharp intake of air as you enthusiastically start rolling your hips, grinding down on him. You place your hands on his large and firm chest, then you start bouncing up and down his cock, loving the sting of his giant dick reaching the deepest parts of you. Mingi can feel himself coming closer to his high as you clamp down on his dick like a vice, trying to milk him for his worth, he grips your hips and starts bucking up into you, you whine out and babble expletives, mouth hanging open and drooling, digging your nails into his chest as your orgasm approached you quickly.

You throw your head back and finally cum, your jaw slacking open and your eyes rolling to the back of your head, the spasming of your pussy pushes Mingi over the edge too, sending his load straight into your womb, this action threw you violently into another orgasm, making you choke out a strangled moan as your cringe of oversensitivity.

You both pant out, you’re exhausted and sweaty, muscles sore, pussy raw, and you just want to pass out in a tub full of warm water. Mingi shares the same sentiment, so he runs a bath for both of you to get cleaned up, and once you two are done taking a bath, you sit down on the edge of the tub while Mingi changes the ruined sheets. He tucks you under his arm, kisses your forehead, and you both pass out.

FIN.

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homicidal-slvt · 3 months

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For @deadbranch 50 word challenge

Warning: MDNI | SMUTTY

His mouth makes you want to praise whatever higher power that made him, he peers up from between your thighs. He knows what he does to you.

"Fall apart for me, lastochka... So beautiful like this."

He sends you crashing over the edge, picked apart in his very hands.

|Nikolai Loves Taking You Apart|

@sofasoap my inspiration for this one <3

#50 word fic challenge #vee's random thoughts go brr #vee's cod works #nikolai cod #nikolai x reader #nikolai x you #nikolai smut #cod x reader #cod x you

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catiuskaa · 11 months

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[03:36 am] 🍶

WC: 2.3k

CW: nsfw content ahead! use of pet names: sugar, baby, they’re both drunk but its consensual, and I think that’s all, have fun lol

A/N: hannie brain rot due to exam week, fml but let him do it [and hAVE YOU SEEN THE COMEBACK TRAILERS I AM DROOLING FOR THESE MEN]

[☆☆☆☆☆]

You looked around the club, everyone was either drunk, high, or just plain out stoned. Thanks to the rain outside, you were wearing a now wet shirt, so your black laced bra was very clear to see. You walked up to the bartender, asking for a shot of whiskey. You got your drink and watched the big group of people dancing in the centre of the nightclub while others played it cool sitting on the tables at the sides when your eyes locked with a certain someone at a table a bit far from where you were.

Han’s dark eyes locked onto yours, staring intensely, as if a secret was held in them. Three or four people were on his side attempting to grab his attention, from the distance it looked like they were practically begging for it. Since you had it already, you decided to mess with him. You took a quick sip of the shot glass, licking the rim slowly while keeping your eyes on his. You bit your lip softly, then smiled slightly. At this, you could see a little flare in his eyes, his once earnest face turned into a somewhat cocky devilish smirk.

Putting the glass down, without moving your eyes from his, you slowly unbuttoned your shirt, your skin slightly glowy due to how damp the clothes were. You winked at him, to which he laughed as you took the shirt off, tied it around your waist and got up from your seat, leaving the club, feeling his eyes on your every step.

You’ve entered the same bar, walking down the sidewalk a couple of days later after that exciting meeting with him, although nothing had happened. He never ran after you, although you silently hoped he would’ve.

You've tried the old-fashion, vanilla style, and —not to be offensive towards your exes— but it had been a bit… boring? Plain? You didn’t know, for some reason it didn’t feel just right. You decided to switch it up a bit, and even though it was pushing you out of your comfort zone, what could go wrong with a one-night stand?

You continued walking until you were suddenly grabbed from behind, a hand gripping your waist softly yet in a decisive approach.

“Still want to keep playing, Sugar?” A low, somewhat raspy voice said close to your ear. “I’m up for the next level.”

His hand moved you into his chest, your hands lying on him, as you started not-so-subtly touching and feeling up the toned body you stumbled upon.

“Should I say insert a coin, then?” You joked, chin up close to his face so he could hear you over the music that blasted the place, although it wasn’t too bad where you were.

Han sort of laughed, even though he just breathed slightly harder through his nostrils. “I can think of several things to insert in some places, but still... a coin isn’t on the list, baby."

You both could tell each other's dizzy state (a generous way to put it, actually), but truth be told, there was only one outcome of that encounter that could make both of you forget that small detail.

"So, actually..." you started, hands trailing made-up patterns on his chest and shoulders. "Tell me, pretty boy, how do I politely ask you to pin me up against a wall and make out with me?" you giggled.

"I'd say that's a decent start." He laughed, finally closing that stupid distance between his and your lips.

It wasn't cute nor slow or anything you were used to, and probably that's what made goosebumps trail up and down your body. He kissed you like a starved man as if you were the last water source in a heated desert. Hungrily, tongues fighting for dominance in between the hurricanes you felt running through your body.

You bit his lip as you stepped away, a blush clearly not made with makeup.

“Fuck, no, come back,” he whispered.

He directed one of his hands to your chin and pulled you to him in a sudden action.

Yeah, that could easily make you forget about alcohol levels.

[☆☆☆☆☆]

You didn’t know exactly how the situation changed so fast. You had arrived at his house, where he had picked you up and sat you on the first surface he approached.

“Sugarcube.” He mentioned breathlessly, breaking the kiss. His pupils dilatated, brown almost gone in them, lips red and swollen just because of you.

You sighed, not knowing when you had stopped breathing.

"Mhmm?"

His two fingers started tapping your thighs, in that motion where it looks like they’re walking, closer and closer to the edge of your dress. His other hand held your head up by your cheek.

“Do I have your consent?” Han asked, and he knew he would’ve respected anything you could answer. “Are you sure?”

Your fuzzy brain from all the drinking and kissing thought about it for a second, all that could come out was a sort of chant in your ears.

Yes, yes, yes.

Instead, you smirked. “Am I ever.” His breath hitched when you grabbed his belt and pulled. “For all I care, ruin me, pretty boy,” you murmured on his lips.

His eyes looked black now.

“Fuck.”

He’d kissed you relentlessly as he slowly tempted to take your dress off. You complied, smiling in excitement. He admired your dark-coloured lace, one that made the perfect contrast with your skin tone.

Mine, mine, mine.

That’s what you can acknowledge so that the moment you are now can make sense. You snorted when he started tying up a blindfold on you. You could only hear, smell, and speak, the latter only when you were allowed to.

“Here, Sugar.”

He took your hand and lead your blinded self through his apartment. He started kissing you again, biting, licking, making you feel like Hell’s heat had risen just for your pleasure as he made your entire body feel like you had lava instead of blood.

Hot, hot, hot.

He suddenly pushed you with him, making you fall on him, both making out on his bed now. Pinning you down, leaving you to the edge of begging for something, you felt small fabric pieces being tied up to your ankles. You hear nothing for a bit before hearing footsteps and then the squeal that the bed made when he grabbed your calves and pulled you to the border of the bed.

"You've got a lot of nerves, Sugar, doing what you did at the club the other day. No matter how much I fucked all those other bitches, you kept repeating the same thing in my mind. I could kill you for that." Han said, voice dark and deep traced with lust and raw desire.

"Well, if you killed me, we wouldn't be able to have fun, and you would have a dead girl in your mind," you stated with a smirk.

You heard a chuckle and then felt a hand on your cheek.

"Normally, considering your situation, people would start screaming for their lives. But you said something cocky. I like that." He started stroking your body, playing with the laces of your remaining clothes. "For some reason, you still don’t strike me up as someone who would agree to this.” You feel him bending down, trailing open-mouthed kisses on your thighs, clearly avoiding that one spot where both of you knew you need him the most. You shivered, holding back a needy whine. Fuck, you’ve never felt so turned on in your life, you have to try so ridiculously hard to focus on what he’s saying rather than what he’s doing.

“It’s sexy that you’re letting me do this, but, why are you here?" He whispers above your lips.

You can feel his breath on your skin, practically tasting the flavours of his drink in your mouth already.

"I was bored, and you looked bored," you murmured. “Thought we could change it up a bit for the other one.”

He chuckled. “Damn right, Sugar.” And with that, he kissed you, not gently either. A hard, desperate kiss. You leaned back into the bed.

You couldn’t see it, but in a sudden motion, he pulled from the blindfold and shoved it somewhere else, heartbeat pounding in your ears as you got used to the faint light that came from some other room. His eyes looked into yours as he shoved his tongue into your mouth. His eyes were dark, so dark it was as if they could fuck you themselves.

You feel heat hit you where you're restrained. You tried moving your legs but failed, and he smiled into the kiss, leaning more and more over you. Still, your hands were free, so you wrapped them around his neck, holding him close. He picks you up from your thighs, touching, groping, slapping, shoving you against the bed. You break out of the kiss, lifting your head up, hissing at the amount of sensations hitting you so pleasantly. He takes this opportunity to get your neck. Biting it.

He basically tears off your remaining clothes. You don't pay attention to the accidental scratches he left, in fact, it felt wonderful to you. He smirks at the approving moans you give him when he notices what he did.

You feel like it couldn’t get any better right at the moment when he finds a wonderful place to insert one of his fingers in.

You bit your lip to keep quiet, just like you’re used to. At this, Han suddenly stops and whispers in your ear.

"No, baby. For tonight at least, you're mine. At the end of this night, I want all of the neighbourhood to know that I fucked a woman so hot. We’re home alone, and you know it already, so you can scream my name as loud as you need to, Sugar." And so you do, you let out the largest moan you've ever had in your life.

No one and I mean no one, no boyfriend, no normal working boy and not even yourself has ever made you feel this good.

He doesn’t acknowledge how the fuck he’s taking off his clothes so quickly, before pinning you back down again. He caresses your sides, as you caress his back, and then his abs. He moves closer to your ear, groaning slightly when you get a hold of him.

"I'm going to eat you alive," he growls.

You chuckle at this, whispering back.

"I'm waiting."

[☆☆☆☆☆]

When you wake up, you feel Han holding you close.

You could swear you passed out. You don't remember how many rounds you had, all you know is that you're sore. You lift the blankets, hissing at the marks you have. Jisung opens his eyes looking at you getting out of bed. You get off the bed slowly, one, because you're in pain, and two, because you like it when he watches you.

"Has anyone fucked you that good?" he asks.

"Actually, I think my ex was a bit better than you," You tease, without looking at him, but you know he can see your smirk —and your weak stance that screams your deception—.

He's quiet for a bit. He sits up a bit looking at you while you pick up your broken panties. You curse under your breath slightly.

"You might want to leave some of your clothes here," he mentions roughly.

You look over your shoulder at him. The smirk is still on your face.

"Why?"

He looks at you, eyes as intense as they were last night and also gets out of bed just to grab your arm and make you both fall on the mattress as he, in a sudden motion, pins you down.

"I haven't had enough of you yet."

Fuck one-night stands.

You had thee Han Jisung now.

[☆☆☆☆☆]

P.S. Did you notice it? Lil' something for you, Sugar ;)

~Kats, who wrote 3:36 not because of time, but because Red Lights is exactly 3 minutes and 36 seconds.

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thetypingpup · 1 year

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Like I'm so small and Jongho is so damn wide and size kink go brrrr

size kink you say? 😏

well that's another reason he'd be unforgettable for sure. just imagine the way he'd fucking tower over you in missionary, the strength of his hands on your wrists easily keeping you pin. fuck just imagine him the power of his thrusts to keep you in place, literally pinning you with his cock as he fucks you. imagine his hands taking up so much of your hips, pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust as he fucks you from behind. imagine the way his hands all but circle your waist as you ride him, effortlessly jostling your body on his lap, guiding you up and down on his cock. you'd feel him so fucking deep inside you, feeling your eyes roll back on their own accord everytime he sinks all the way into you. imagine him staying there like that, fully sheathed within you, feeling him fully stretch you open.

"feel that?" he chuckles, making his cock twitch within you just to make you gasp at the size. and fuck he'd praise you too for being able to take you so well, pressing a messy kiss to the corner of your mouth before fucking you again. and he jostles your body with every thrusts, just moving you back and forth as he chases that pleasure, easily bringing you to your orgasm with him.

#fuck this made my size kink go brr 😳#ateez smut #ateez jongho smut #the pup actually types #ateez x reader #ateez x you

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PARTNERS IN CRIME // Grell Sutcliff x Reader

FEMALE READER.

SUMMARY : You had been suffering in the hands of the thing known to be your husband. You had enough. You wanted him dead. And so you began to devise a plan to kill him; when suddenly, you stumbled upon a flirtatious redhead, who, unbeknown to you, was willing to be your partner in crime.

WORD COUNT : 5957 words.

GENRES : angst. very slight fluff if you squint. smut.

WARNINGS : domestic abuse. physical and mental torture. 19th century misogyny. implications of rape. cheating. reader is implied to have serious mental health issues and is on the brink of insanity.

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"You duffer! What do you think you're doing back there?!"

My livid husband -- as much as I didn't want to call that fiend that title, for the sake of continuing my family's legacy, I did, for three unbearable years -- lashed his whip at me, at the same time screaming with such shrillness that all dignity was lost. A new set of wounds overlapped my barely healing ones. I bit back a sob. Being used to being deliberately abused didn't mean that it wouldn't hurt anymore, or that I'd eventually grow numb to it. At the time I had two choices: to answer his rhetorical question or not, but both always led to the same outcome.

Another whip of the lash, which welted my cheeks and smeared blood around the area. The tears which formed on my eyes fueled that manic bloodlust on his abominable face. He laughed and said, "Don't come crying now! Weren't you the one who was so complacent earlier? Disrespecting your husband in public. Have some shame, you harlot! You don't get to talk back to me. I am the man here. You're just a woman who can't even follow the simplest rule."

The following whips were ceaseless and more jarred than the last. The butlers and the maids... they could only watch with empty eyes. No remorse, no guilt about being not able to do anything for the one who had kept them so they could sustain their families.

Those ungrateful rats...

By the end of the night, the sleek, white floor had been tainted with my blood. Its iron smell filled the room, and the fiend had told the servants to clean up the filth. Then, he took me back to the bedroom.

"Surely, you're not dumb enough to think that I'd actually sleep with trash like you tonight. Go and fix yourself. You earned this. And if you let any wounds be left uncovered for the meeting tomorrow, you know what I'm gonna do."

Gritting my teeth, I seized the bedsheet with quivering hands, looking at the door which the fiend had just closed. I couldn't hear his footsteps nor the wind that howled forlornly that night. In fact, the only thing I could hear was my raging heartbeat and the voice in my head which vividly spoke to me. The voice which overwrote any other thoughts and told me what I needed to do.

I had to kill that bastard.

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Several days later.

My plan was fixed. All that was left to do was to put it in action at the right moment. I still had to wait for it to come, and it left me furious, filled with even sicker thoughts, that I could not set it in motion immediately as I had wanted -- needed.

I found myself at a jewelry shop at the time. Perhaps some of the beauts could offer just the tiniest amount of relaxation for me. I stooped and stared at the jade in the selection, when suddenly I sensed an encroachment, a figure looming behind me. Fearing that it might be the bastard, I immediately turned around. But it was only a stranger -- a stranger who possessed possibly the most vibrant shade of red hair and a peculiar pair of chartreuse irides. She seemed too pompous to be in a place like this. I wondered if she had taken interest in the jade I was staring at. I moved to the side, but she began speaking to the confused purveyor.

"Those amethysts suit the lady very well, don't they?"

It took me a while to figure out that she was indeed referring to me. She reeked of no harm, but I did not understand why she was acting so familiar with me, so I put my guard on nonetheless.

"L-Lady Everleigh, would you like to take a look at these amethysts?"

The stranger suddenly smiled at me. I looked at the purveyor and nodded. As he took it out for me to see, the redhead walked closer to me.

"Lady Everleigh, is it?"

I instinctively hissed, a subtle one so she would not notice. How much I loathed being called by that surname.

"I don't think I've ever seen you around here."

She chuckled, almost coyly. "Oh dear, I have been around here for quite a while now."

"Really? Because I'd remember that pompous red hair anywhere. What's your name?"

"I'm Grell Sutcliff, the one and only." The flirtatious nature surrounding her only expanded. "Now now dear, I certainly won't let you go without knowing your full name, so, pray tell."

"I am Lady [Y/N] Everleigh of the House of Everleigh. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Ms. Sutcliff."

The merchant who had just come back looked like he was about to apologize profusely on behalf of Grell's ignorance. Yet I decided to not mind it nonetheless. Strangers are sometimes better than people you know, because the latter often judge harsher than the former.

"So, why did you think that these amethysts suit me, Grell?" I stared at the purple gems glinting before me, then stared at her. I could not help but be mesmerized by the peculiar color of her eyes. They were fascinating. I didn't think that I had seen such pair of vivid eyes like hers. She was also observing me, but I had observed longer. She looked pleased at my astonishment, well-aware of her own beauty and charisma. I averted my eyes back to the gems.

She was, undoubtedly, pulchritudinous.

"Why they suit you? Well, no other reasons than them being so pretty! I would've liked them to myself if it weren't for the fact that purple isn't my usual color. It clashes horribly with my hair color!"

True enough, they were beautiful. Beautiful enough to like, beautiful enough to loath. They were pretty, but they did not suit me, for amethysts were supposed to symbolize one's chastening and purity. It would be horrible, wouldn't it? For such a lovely gem's worth be brought down only because someone so tainted already and filled with nothing but murderous thoughts, someone who couldn't be fixed with purification, had worn it.

I forced a smile. "I'll take it. The lady said it suits me, so it does." The merchant looked delighted, and as I was giving my payment, I accidentally glanced at the ruby placed at the bottom, then at Grell. An idea struck me.

"Grell. Would you like to have dinner with me later? You need only to tell me of your address. I'll send a carriage by 7. How does that sound?"

"Oh let's see -- hmm, Will probably won't mind if I... delay my duties for a bit, won't he? Besides, I deserve a break after all the hard work I've put in this job!" She mumbled on, noisily, the fact that she was in a public place slipping from her mind. Her mind had begun to wander aimlessly at the thoughts of how a certain colleague of hers bothered her to the brim.

I coughed, gaining her attention. Through the pristine glass window behind her I could see the sun starting to drown in the horizon, layers and layers of warm hues overlapping each other, with a promise of a darker sky looming on the back.

"How I would love to go out with you, Madam. However, I shall be the one to escort you to our place of dining. Well, you see, whether I like it or not, I live in such poor conditions -- and I can't bear the thought of Madam's reaction once she finds out how terrible it looks from the lips of her assistants!"

I suppressed a smirk. We all have secrets we don't want anyone to dredge, so I understood the reason behind her lying about her living conditions. It was not my part to be curious, at any rate.

"I understand, yet I'm afraid that cannot be. My... husband is such a baby, you see. He absolutely loathes it whenever friends of mine come for a visit. Rather petty, innit?" I furtively winked at the merchant who was too obvious on listening intently to my conversation with Grell. "How about we meet here by 7pm? We could take a walk to our dining place. It won't be that long. I wouldn't want to tire you out, would I?"

"Oh, but the weariness would be worth it for you." She smirked, and I found myself smiling. She added, "Anyway, I'm fine with it. Do be careful, darling. I shall see you around later."

"Looking forward to it."

With that, we both left the jewelry shop and parted ways.

An unbidden smile found its way to my lips as I recalled our encounter. Amidst all the problems besetting my life, I had made a sudden acquaintance, and found something to look forward to, as if I had been stuck wandering in the woods wherein daytime ceased to exist, and finally I had caught glimpse of flames. A bonfire. The premonition of freedom awaited me... There, in the flames.

I stared at the setting sun in awe and contemplation. The illusion at the sky was that of a dancing flame, vivid red.

Grell. Such charisma. A very charming lady, indeed.

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The remaining hours passed speedily. I had gone out to our meeting spot solely and without consent (as if I needed an utter dingus to tell me what to do), as the abomination had not yet arrived. The butlers and maids did not bother to ask where I was headed, though I saw how their eyes wandered apprehensively on me. If the abomination would have to arrive before I did, he would ask them, yet they had not a clue where I went, which put my heart at ease.

The familiar figure that I was strangely but utterly delighted to see was leaning against the wall, shadows casting over her face. As I walked closer I began to see that flirtatious, smiling countenance once more, and I automatically smiled.

"Shall we, my lady?"

"We shall."

And so we began walking side by side.

"You don't seem to have a lot on your plate these days, now do you, Madam? I was actually surprised that you managed to ask me out on a date."

I coughed. "Pardon?"

"Well of course I meant a friendly date. Just two beautiful ladies hanging out with each other."

"I don't have much to do, you see. One might think that living inside a huge mansion is a privilege -- in which case, it is, as seen from a more incisive perspective -- however, it has been quite... monotonous, these past few... weeks? Months. I have lost track of time. Seeing the same old people, their same old habits and emotions, or lack thereof..."

When I looked down, I saw that our arms had been linked together.

"I reckon you must have been so lonely, Lady Everleigh."

I sighed as I peered into the distance, looking at the signs. "I am. It's rather difficult to maintain a reputation amidst all the turmoils happening in one's life," I paused, then smiled. "Pardon me. I ramble too much."

"Ramble as much as you'd like. After all, it's merely the two of us here. Well, excluding passers-by, of course." She smiled, almost wistfully, as our eyes met, her features illuminated by the pale moonlight. I stopped my tracks, flabbergasted by her beauty. I swallowed the uninvited lump in my throat and then looked around, suddenly interested in the most mundane things around. We continued walking.

What was this? What's up with her, or with me? Why did I feel like opening up to a complete stranger? Why was it that I had the urge to release and lay everything upon her?

Somehow... It was almost like a bone-deep feeling, that she was someone to be trusted.

"But of course, I can ramble for you instead if you don't want to. Nobles do like to be conservative and mysterious after all, don't they?"

"Please, not all. And certainly not when it comes to you," I chuckled, "I would go on and ramble, only if you don't mind the mudslingings about my -- "

"Your husband, I reckon?"

"Yes, that thing."

"Ooh, my, my. Let me guess, you had enough of him, don't you? You want to find someone new -- someone who will give you all the thrills and excitement that he's lacking!"

"Yes, and no. After all the experiences I had with him? I dare not think of engaging in another relationship with anyone, as they could only be far worse than him."

"Oh dearie, you might eat your own words someday."

"And what makes you say that?"

"I have a very strong feeling about it."

"That's not very reliable now, is it?"

"So you're saying my feelings are invalid, huh!" She said in a frivolous manner.

"Now now don't be so belligerent, Grell. I never said anything." I chuckled. "But it must be nice, you know, to have someone who reciprocates your actions for a spouse. Perhaps in another life. This life? I don't suppose." Quietness enveloped us, before I continued. "I do not think it's appropriate, especially for someone of my status, to tell a stranger a secret, but I know for certain at least everyone in this miserable world had shared their secrets to people worse than strangers -- for instance, backstabbers. But, going back, you already know my secret -- but I'm once again saying it for emphasis: I am not happy with my marriage. It is horrible."

The atmosphere began to feel oppressive. Even talking about him was enough to smother me. I felt my heart beat faster. I regretted it, talking about him. It felt as if he was around me again -- lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce on me, afflict my psychological being and feist on it. I was about to separate my arm from hers, but she suddenly said, "My, he must've been so bad in bed for you to be able to say that."

I stared at her blankly as she gave me an inconspicuous, knowing look, pushing me against the nearest brick wall. Then I burst into a fit of giggles, my chest genuinely feeling lighter.

"You are rather bold, aren't you? I wasn't pertaining to the explicit part of a relationship. But, I suppose, you aren't wrong in that regard."

"Absolute incompetence!" There were feigned puking noises, and then, "You know, my dear, if you're looking for an exuberant time, I have a suggestion."

"Exuberant time?" I raised a brow eloquently. She grinned like a chesire cat.

"I know how you feel. Your husband is awful in every aspect. You live a lonely life, I daresay."

Unlinking our arms, she backed me into the nearest brick wall. My breathing hitched, but it wasn't another panic attack about to occur. Blood seared throughout me, painting my cheeks, neck, and ears red, the feeling only intensifying as she slammed her left arm against the wall, right beside my head.

"You know, Lady Everleigh, someone so beautiful like you isn't suited for the life of marital loneliness." I tried valiantly to control my breathing as she leaned her face closer to mine. Her hot breath against my neck sent shivers down my spine. I could feel her eyes piercing through my collarbone, and the feeling was oddly... thrilling. She lifted her head up so that our eyes were meeting. The atmospheric tension grew thick with something akin to sinister longing. I was afraid that I would melt right on the spot with her radical gaze.

Suddenly, she whispered, and I dreaded even more, my legs daring to tremble.

"I can fix that." She was smirking now. "What do you say?"

It was clearly a tempting offer. Though I had a vague feeling of wrongness coating me. But was it wrong? Was it any more wrong than the sick thoughts in my head? I had always envisioned killing my abusive husband in many, many creative ways. Was envisioning myself having fun with this redhair any wrong?

I smirked back. But in the end, I had to shake my head.

"No." She pulled herself back, disappointment on her face. But not until I added, "Though I might consider."

After a few more minutes of walking and idly discussing arbitrary topics, we arrived. Once inside, her explicit remarks were blocked out by the chatters of everyone else. I took us to a table and scanned the menu, then we patiently awaited our dishes to be served.

Grell was looking around, her eyes were full of idleness, yet also longing.

"It's been ages since I've eaten properly in a cafe with someone! Ah, terrible days I don't want to reminisce. Thank heavens the image of you in such cafes is enough to block out those unwanted memories," she mumbled, "Though I daresay the menus sound more promising this time."

"Ages? Work must be real tough for you. If only you could work for me, but it would be a drain for your mental well-being. And imagine having to see Mr. Everleigh everyday for a start. You might age rather quickly because of such." I grinned.

"As long as I get to see you, I don't really mind, -- " she winked " -- ugh, if only Will doesn't mind as well. Life can be so horrible, can't it?"

I assented, then a shadow fell over our table. Expecting our food, I looked up with the friendliest smile on my face, only for it to immediately dissolve into a frown once I saw the face of something I had loathed more than anything in the entire universe.

"[Y/N], my darling. Where have you been? I was worried sick! Why did you leave the house without permission? Who knows what could've happened to you! Ugh.. Never leave the house again, okay? I'm so glad I had Roger tail you when you left."

The dingus took my arm, an act of sincere worry to the public, but a torture for me. His nails were digging my skin. I had to suppress a moan because if I didn't, he would hit me -- but what difference would it make, again? Something worse awaited me that night, I felt it.

He looked at Grell. He seemed to be judging her from head to toe. A small sneer formed on his face. I was compelled to slap him but thought better.

"So sorry to interrupt your little bonding, but my wife and I have matters to attend to. Don't we, [Y/N] darling?"

Hearing the nickname physically pained me. I looked at Grell apologetically. She looked very pissed as she stared at the abomination beside me, who had by then elbowed my stomach.

"You're not even gonna let her finish her meal?"

"You don't have to worry about that. We have far better meals at home than this place could serve. The bills will be taken care of, and you could go eat on your own."

Now Grell looked like she was about to burst. I bit my lip as his nails dugged into my skin harder. He clearly didn't expect Grell to answer back. He was too used to people being submissive to him. Clearly, that was a shock.

"Good sir, you can see that your wife clearly doesn't want to go home! Don't ruin her fun."

That popped a nerve. Now, the abomination wasn't even trying to put up a front, losing inauthentic dignity.

"Listen, you mingler. This is a marital matter, so you better stay out of it. My wife, my rules. She doesn't have to listen to someone like you. Goodness, do you even know whom you're talking to? Come on now, [Y/N]."

He looked at me sharply. I knew what that look meant. I mentally prepared myself for the worse, but I couldn't help my body's intense quivering. The abomination took me by the arm, and we walked out of the cafe as if nothing happened, then I looked back and mouthed "I'm sorry." at Grell. The jolly, frivolous aura had completely left her by then, replaced by an unnatural gravity that looked undoubtedly intimidating to those who would accidentally place their gaze upon her. The insignificant other squeezed my arm and I supressed a yelp.

Hell had awaited me patiently that night in what people of lower status might see as a safe fortress. I would continue not to speak of the disturbing event which took place later that evening in the mansion, for it was too much to bear -- too much to even think about to this day. The only thing I could say was how much I had shamefully wept afterwards, holding the blood-stained clothes I had worn that evening.

The night air nibbled on my skin as streaks of moonlight found its way on the bedroom floor. Almost nude if not for the thin piece of fabric I enclosed myself in, and with limping legs, I traipsed onto the veranda and looked down miserably.

It was compelling to fall to an untimely death; but the latter would only benefit the bastard, and that was not what I wanted.

All those screaming... And yet not a single guard, maid, or butler had given effort to sneak into my room to console me, let alone give just a single glance of sympathy.

Those who had turned blind eyes were just as guilty and filthy as him.

And they would all pay.

I felt eyes on me, the fine hairs on my back standing up. I scanned the area below; there was none looking at me, even when I turned around.

I went to my bed and closed my eyes, trying to sleep. Somehow, I still felt like someone was watching me. But then, it wasn't just a feeling anymore -- I was certain that someone was there, watching me as I struggled to sleep. I could feel their shadow looming over me. My eyes were kept squeezed and shut, afraid that if I opened them, I would meet his sardonic grin, and then his fist hitting my face.

But then the person had caressed me -- had caressed the bruises, the brokenness beyond compare, and their soft touches had almost mended me. If not physicaally, at least mentally. And I knew that the bastard would never do that to me.

My right eye opened to a slit. A brown fabric -- then red hair billowed above it.

Pompous red hair.

I could've just been dreaming, but wished I didn't. I feared that I would never come to a definite answer as I had already fallen asleep. And when I awoke, alone, no evidences were there to support what I believed had happened.

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Two nights after.

That was when I decided to finally put my thoughts into actions. I knew that my husband's mistress would be coming in; I overheard the bastard talking to her the day before. Unfortunately, she would just be an innocent bystander who'd get dragged to the impending accident because of her choice of man. But what did they say? The more, the merrier.

I had dined in the restaurant where I usually spent my lonely evenings before, talking to some other haughty noble ladies. I disliked them fiercely, but they would give me the best alibi, given their lack of sense of time. I had enganged myself in mundane conversations with plenty of them before furtively exiting and going back to the place that was about to become literall hell, choosing an unusual route and making sure that no one else saw me as the usual Lady Everleigh.

I had spread a generous amount of gasoline all across inconspicuous places at the mansion, though particularly at the backyard, leading to the library just right next to the room where the bastard and his mistress would be staying. All that was left to do was to lit the match.

However, when I arrived, something I had never expected greeted me.

There, in the middle, tied up and naked, were the devil himself and his mistress, writhing in agony. They were the only ones conscious. Every guard, butler, and maid, were also tied up, sound asleep and unknowing to the misery that was about to befall them.

A figure emerged from shadows behind the throng of unconscious people, red hair billowing. The abomination widened his eyes and looked at me, having the guts to beg for my mercy.

"I saved the best part for you. They're all yours, partner."

Grell smirked, a flash of sharp, white teeth, feeling just as pleased as I was upon seeing the filths getting what they deserved.

"Oh, I hope you don't mind though. I just couldn't help myself! I had been overthinking -- what if some of those cheap minions escape the fire you had prepared for everyone? That would be a shame, really. Everyone is invited to have fun; why, this is exclusive! They should appreciate your effort, really. Though I admit, walking into imbeciles doing unorthodox things weren't pleasing! Not to mention the lack of passion. Also -- "

I suddenly cut her off by planting my lips against hers, firm and rough, releasing all the built up tension that had formed since the other night. I felt her respond to my kiss, pulling me by the waist closer to her body. She parted her lips for me to enter, my tongue exploring every inch of her wetness. She began to whine as I dominated her mouth, my hands taking and gripping her wrists. Reluctantly, we pulled away for air, panting and gasping, and for a moment I had almost forgotten that I was supposed to kill tonight, if not for an irritating, stifled whimper.

"Sorry, unfinished business. We'll have to continue later..." I panted. Grell stood behind me, her hands on my shoulders. Then, she handed me a matchbox just as I was about to reach for the one in my pocket.

"Grell, I can't help but wonder... How?" I looked around in awe before facing her. I already had an answer in mind, but I wanted a confirmation.

"I've been watching you, darling. I knew that I couldn't leave you on the hands of a bastard. You're too beautiful for that, didn't I tell you? I was planning to kill them all for you, but I figured that you might want to do the latter yourself. This is the least I can do for you, my little amethyst."

"Oh, Grell... So it was really you. I wasn't imagining things, then."

A blush found its way on my cheeks, remembering the night she had cared for me. Then, just like on that night, she began to caress my cheek. Her thumb made its way to my mouth; I gaped slightly, and her thumb began rubbing circles on my lower lip. I stared at her charteuse eyes through my half-lidded ones.

"Go on, sweetie. Kill them. You can do that for me, hm?"

I nodded, half-dazed at her low whisper. I turned around reluctantly -- I was still relishing the feeling. But it would have to wait.

I couldn't help but smile as the thing I once had called my husband writhed uselessly in fear. He was sweating profusely, trying to say something through the duct tape that was stifling his mouth; meanwhile, his mistress wasn't even moving anymore, just staring vacuously at nothing in particular, already accepting her fate due to her own stupidity.

You got yourself in this mess, you courtesan.

"How does it feel now? Regretting everything you did to me? Has your conscience finally started working? Do you feel bad now? Do you feel bad now that you realize what you've done to me? That those actions of yours created a monster inside me? How do you feel now, you peasant, under me? Can you finally feel what I've felt, all throughout the years that we've been together? Oh, but don't worry! Consider yourself lucky because you're only going to experience the immense fear once; while I had to. Every. Single. Day."

Venom coated my words, and I felt my anger raising up. I had to control myself from running towards the kitchen to get the butcher's knife and start cutting him up like the pig he was. There were so many ways he could die in my hands -- death by asphyxiation, by arsenic poisoning, by thrusting a knife in his anus until he bleeds to death -- hah, the list was endless! Butchering him up came second next to fire. I chose the latter in the end because I felt it would give him more time to get bonkers due to the pain. It would be slow, and excruciating -- perfect.

I began laughing maniacally, my eyes twitching as the euphoric feeling enveloped my entirety. No more of that constant fear. I was finally ridding the earth of yet another monster. I was doing the world a favor by removing this unwanted dirt together with its worms. And I knew, deep in my bones, that this was only the beginning of a vast purge.

"See you in hell."

I said, lighting the match. His whimpers grew louder -- more panicked -- and the mistress seemed to have changed her mind, as she began to twist, her eyes filled with tears. I relished the scene before me. It was fun seeing people get what they truly deserve; though a little detail irked me, I couldn't lie. I wished Grell had left the workers conscious so they would know how it felt to have people watch as you suffer and turn a blind eye on it.

The match was now lit, its flames reflected on their eyes as I walked towards them. By then I was about to drop the match, but took a moment to appreciate the look of despair on their faces. I frowned, trying to mimic their expressions, but laughed, realizing that it was futile -- I couldn't even see their full expressions! Their mouths were covered in duct tape! Though it would have to stay that way. Being unable to speak must suck, right?

I smiled as I finally dropped the match. Flames began engulfing their desperately struggling figures. The whimpers were much louder now; stifled screams of agony which only gave me serotonin. I watched them burn for a minute or two. They were beginning to get crazy! My eyes lit in anticipation. They were gonna die with their minds unhinged! It was so fun to watch!

At last, I turned my back as the flames grew bigger. Grell and I had walked a bit further from the inferno that I -- no, we -- created. The flames doubled up in size in no time, successfully encircling the mansion. I could see everyone's burnt, dead figures still being consumed by the tangible fury that they had placed upon me. I laughed. And laughed. And laughed. Served them right!

I turned to look at Grell, who was staring at me with adoration. I had been with the devil -- but now, an angel had saved me. Though, she didn't much radiate the aura of an angelic being. She was an enigma, and the aura of death surrounded her.

Death. It was more apt. Death had saved me.

"Now that that's been taken care of, shall we go back to where we left off?"

Before I could answer, she slammed my back against the nearest post, our lips and bodies meeting in a harsh collision. I closed my eyes as this time, it was her who dominated my mouth, her tongue encircling mine, pushing it back as sloppy, wet sounds emanated from the both of us. The tongue-fucking continued until I was once again half-dazed, intoxicated by her sweet taste.

Thank God, for I wasn't wearing a petticoat that evening. I had chosen to wear a relatively thin, green longsleeved dress which had puffy shoulders on it and ruffles in the front. Grell had easier access to my thighs, slipping her delicate fingers underneath my skirt and squeezing my inner thigh, sending shivers down my spine and causing me to let out an uninvited moan which she giggled at. I felt a bulge hit my heated core as she wrapped my right leg around her waist, and this time the moan that I emitted was louder, needier as she created a friction that had enslaved my mind between our sexes.

Grell whined, just as needy as I was. She had then begun marking my neck, unaware of the right spot at first, which was why she had made every bite fiercely, waiting for my reaction until finally, I let out a growl, throwing my head back in pure bliss, both from the way she rutted her sex against mine, and from how tall the flames were now; the mansion was completely engulfed by it, and for certain by then, someone had already noticed it.

"Oh.." I gasped when she wrapped my left leg around her waist, and now that both my legs were around her, she lifted me up and pushed my back further against the post. Grell took my gasp as an opportunity to enter my mouth once more. Sounds of lust mixed with the sound of burning as the new position gave us both a new wave of pleasure. Gnawing on my lower lip, her right hand trailed from my stomach up to my breast, which she began to squeeze. Not too hard, gentle, but not so. Like a creature in heat, I moaned against her lips and squeezed my eyes. It was beginning to grow too hot, the fire was nearing the distance we'd deemed safe before. She pulled away from the kiss, a sliver of saliva connecting our swollen lips.

"Grell... It's getting hot..."

She looked at me with ravenous, wide eyes, a lecherous look on them as she smiled coyly. "Mmh yeah? Take off your clothes for me, darling. I want to see you. All of you."

I panted. She was making it extremely difficult to focus. "G-Grell you misunderstood. It's getting hot... Literally. The flames."

A digit was suddenly put inside my mouth, and then another. It was her index and middle fingers, which she began to thrust inside. Drool slipped from mouth, down to my jawline, and to my neck. Grell licked it off, slowly, almost teasingly. Goosebumps were all over me, and all I could do was whimper with her fingers still thrusting inside my mouth. I glazed my tongue over them, and feeling the action, Grell stopped thrusting and instead focused on circling her digits around my tongue, her working counterclockwise and my tongue going clockwise. Unexpectedly, she pushed her digits further in my mouth, and in return, more drool came gushing out of it.

"Were you saying anything, darling?" She asked through half-lidded eyes, her voice like velvet. A knot formed in my stomach given how ravishing she looked at me at the moment, with the flames blurry behind her attractive figure. A different flame danced in her eyes, one which I had wanted to indulge in every passing moment.

"We're not even halfway through our exuberant time, right, partner?"

Sighing fondly, I gave into the exhilarating feeling vibrating all over my body, with no heed to the physical heat that conquered the darkness of the night, nearing towards us. We still had ample of time before it got too hot to the point of scorching us; in the mean time, we allowed ourselves to indulge in the luxury of succumbing into our desires.

The monster was gone for good. I was safe now; safe in her embrace.

And I would never let go.

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