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"Don't believe the narcissism

When everyone projects and expects you to listen to 'em.

Make no mistake, I live in a prison

That I built myself, it is my religion.

And they say that I am the sick boy;

Easy to say, when you don't take the risk, boy.

Welcome to the narcissism

Where we're united under our indifference."

~

-Sick Boy, Chainsmokers

Whumptober No.2

Not even the one with the most walls built was immune to the enemy's will.

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"I'm gonna build me an empire,

And it's lonely at the top.

But madness and greatness

Can both share a face

And nobody will ever convince me to stop!

It's my destiny;

I was born to play this game.

So fear me or love me,

It's all the same."

~

-Empire, Beth Crowley

Whumpter No. 5

She never wanted to be the one feared, but she would do it if it meant peace could come.

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I do indeed second this

but like amp up the manhandling

PLEASE MORE POLY MARAUDERS + LILY PLEASEEEEEEEE (no pressure btw and i love all ur works sm :3)

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i love love your sunoo fics and it's my first time sending you an anon req but anyways

The recent sunoo pic on twt was so good i just want to be manhandled by him😮‍💨😮‍💨 like the eyeliner, the lips and the sleeveless top???? omfg I can't choose between wanting to be him or wanting to be with him

───〃★ ❝Switch it up❞ ┆ K.SN ⭑.ᐟ

「Synopsis」 Your Boyfriend just looked way too good for his own well being , especially when he wore things he rarely wore — the sleeveless top he wore for their new comeback being an example.

「Contains」 Nsfw (mdni), Dom!Sunoo, Sub!Reader, Manhandling, headlock, pet names, a hint of crack, small fingering action, unprotected sex, praise and degradation, vulgar language, rough sex, squirting, creampie, pure filth

「Wordcount」 2.6k

「Vampies Note」 Anon, you're so real for this one, lemme kiss your brain꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱... this turned out longer than I planned, i have officially lost my mind. Reminder that this is all Fiction and no true representation of the member !

You didn't know for how long you had been staring at your phone screen , swiping back and forth as you looked at the selfies your lovely boyfriend sent you — but you had been staring for so long that your eyes had gotten dry. Was he insane? Was he aware that you , his lovely girlfriend, were insane? Especially over him?? Was he crazy? Saliva was starting to collect in your mouth so much to a point you almost drooled , swallowing thickly as you tried to collect your thoughts — but it was all head empty, just boyfriend in sleeveless top. His collarbones just begged to get marked , to have you sucking on the pale skin that's so easy to bruise. Your eyes drifted over the pictures he sent you along with some his members took of him and god bless Riki for taking that one picture that had you practically drooling — it was a picture of Sunoo getting his make up retouched , his jacket slipping off his shoulder and giving you a good view of the slightly defined muscles he had. Sunoo wasn't exactly buff or muscular , but he could gain muscles quickly so the last visits to the gym really paid off.

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn't even hear the front door opening nor the footsteps coming towards your room. "You know , blinking is still a thing", a hand appeared in front of your face , blocking your view from the pictures you were staring at , your eyes glancing up to see your boyfriend standing in front of you — how dare he smile so innocently at you while still wearing that god damn sleeveless top. "Do you know that I'm insane?? Sunoo , what the fuck? How can you smile and act so innocently?? You know exactly what you were doing with that!", he couldn't help but laugh softly at your reaction as he sat down next to you on the edge of your bed , the mattress dipping slightly as he put his hand flat on it — his other hand resting on your shoulder as he gently pushed you down to lay flat on your back. He trailed his hand from your shoulder down to your arm , grabbing your phone out of your hand and placing it on the bed as he slightly leaned over you — the sleeveless top so loose on his body that you could see his chest through the opening.

"Or maybe I just like your reactions? You're always going so crazy over me , it boosts my ego , Princess", Sunoo muttered as he moved himself to hover above you , his thighs straddling your hips and effectively keeping you pinned down beneath him, his blond bangs falling over his eyes as he glanced down at you. "Such a pretty baby...", he murmured , his hand moving to caress the side of your face down to your chin, his thumb gliding over the surface of your bottom lip before he leaned down — his free hand resting beside your head to hold himself up as he brushed his lips against yours, his eyes gazing deeply into yours. You didn't want to be teased , puckering your lips up to capture his lips, his lip balm smearing all over your lips as he kissed you back — taking the initiative as he moved his lips against yours , slowly and gently. Your hands were shameless as you rested them on his hips just to trail them up underneath the fabric of his sleeveless top , a shiver running down his spine as he felt your hands trailing across his abdomen to his sides before they moved to his back — his sleeveless top riding up his back and pooling at your wrists as your hands glided up his back.

"Just say you want it off Princess, you can always tell me what you want..", Sunoo murmured against your lips with a faint chuckle before he leaned back to straddle your hips again , grabbing the hem of the sleeveless top before lifting it over his head. "I need you to manhandle me and fuck the shit out of me", you would've laughed at his reaction if you weren't so god damn needy and desperate for him — his eyes wide as he stared at you like a deer caught in the headlights before his lips curled in a small smirk. "Naughty Princess , why didn't you just say so from the beginning?", and before you knew it , he got down from you and flipped your body to lay on your stomach — his hands grabbing your hips to move them up , putting your back into an arch while his left hand moved from your hips to your ass, caressing the soft flesh over the fabric of your shorts. "Is that what you want ,baby? To get used by me and flip you in any position I want , hm? Such a naughty little doll", his lips were right next to your ear as he whispered those words , giving your ass a firm slap before groping the soft fat through your shorts , eliciting a quiet yelp from you.

"Sunoo please, I really need you to fuck me , right now", it was almost pathetic how you begged for him to fuck you , begged for his cock inside you and to get used for solely his pleasure. "Patience, it's fun to see you squirm around... all needy and worked up , like a desperate little slut. Isn't that what you are ? My desperate ,pretty little slut?", his words were almost taunting you for getting so worked up over a mere piece of fabric he wore , his usual bedroom sweet talk having turned into something else — your thighs pressed together , rubbing slightly to gain some friction and got some sort of relief. Sunoo clicked his tongue disapprovingly , sliding his hand from your ass down your thigh , pinching the underside of it gently yet firmly. "Keep your legs apart if you still want me to fuck you ,Doll", you couldn't stop the small whine from escaping your mouth , huffing slightly as you moved your knees apart in their original position to keep your legs spread apart.

"Now don't be a brat , pretty girl", his hand moved from the underside of your thigh back up to your shorts, dragging his fingers along your crotch — fingertips pressing against the fabric of your shorts as he dragged his fingers to the front of your shorts, the thin fabric of your panties now stuck to your sticky folds. The tips of his fingers trailed along the waistband of your shorts before slipping underneath , slowly and teasingly pulling your shorts down — stopping for a second whenever you wiggled your hips to get him to take them off faster. Sunoo himself doesn't know what had gotten into him , he was never like that whenever the two of you got intimate — but something about seeing you be so needy and desperate for him made something in his mind switch on , he enjoyed the way you were just getting more and more desperate , just for him and his cock.

After what felt like an eternity , your shorts were finally off , leaving you in your soiled panties — a visible damp spot on your soft blue colored panties ,a pair Sunoo bought for you once. He couldn't help but chuckle when he saw the way the thin fabric was clinging onto your folds, outlining them perfectly and the way you shivered as he slowly and lightly dragged a finger over your folds. "So wet for me... such a needy pretty Doll, so fucking desperate to get her hole filled...", his choice of words made all the blood in your body rush to your cheeks , making them grow hotter and hotter — this wasn't like Sunoo at all , but you weren't complaining. "Is that what you want pretty baby? To get your hole stuffed and filled by my cock? Tell me what you want", Sunoo murmured , tauntingly dragging his finger lightly back and forth on top of your folds, the tip of his finger nudging against your covered , aching clit. "Yes Sunoo! I want you to fuck me and fill me up, please!", you would be embarrassed with the way you were begging , but you were far too needy to care.

"Good little Slut", Sunoo moved himself behind you , getting on his knees as he leaned in — leaving wet , hot kisses on the surface of your ass making a shiver run down your spine. You were so distracted by his kisses , that you didn't notice the way he moved his finger to hook your panties to the side and keeping it in place while his other hand moved between your legs — a surprised moan leaving your lips as he slipped his middle finger inside your drooling hole, a small moan leaving his own lips as your greedy little hole sucked his finger in. You were so wet and needy that he slipped his ring finger in as well, slowly thrusting the two thick digits inside you , creating quiet squelching noises. "Do you hear how fucking wet you are? And all because of a sleeveless top and seeing some skin", his words were once again taunting you , amusement laced his voice as you could only moan in response.

"Sunoo please , just need your cock", you whined out , another whine following at the sudden loss as he pulled his fingers out. "So impatient..", Sunoo huffed , the sound of his belt unbuckling ringing in your ears followed by the sound of his pants getting dropped on the bedroom floor. You tried to look back at him to see what he was doing but were refrained from doing so , his left hand pushing your head into the pillow , squishing your cheek against it. "No", was all he said , a small sigh falling from you lips as you felt the head of his cock gliding between your folds — coating it in your slick.

He teased the head of his cock between your wet folds , dipping the tip inside your hole slightly before pulling away again and opting to glide his length between your folds, the tip of his cock nudging against your aching clit — providing you with so little friction that it left your hole clenching around nothing. "Such an eager Princess..", Sunoo cooed , watching the way your hole clenched around nothing , just waiting and begging to get filled — your lips parting as a breathy moan slipped past them , your warm velvet walls stretching around the girth of his cock as your drooling hole practically sucked him in. Sunoo may not have the longest or biggest cock , but he certainly was thick. "God....fuck, you're so wet..", Sunoo cursed under his breath , inhaling a sharp breath as he bottomed out — he didn't give you time to adjust , he knew you didn't need to , especially with the way you tried to thrust your hips back to get him to move.

His fingers dug into the fat of your hips , keeping you in place before his left hand slid from your hips to your back , flipping the fabric of your shirt a bit up so he could press the palm of his hand firmly on the small off your back — making you arch your back more with your tummy flat on the mattress. He didn't miss a beat as he pulled his hips back , slamming them back against your ass and watching the two lumps of fat recoil from the sheer force of his thrust — bullying his cock into your poor little cunt. "You wanna beg for my cock like some needy little slut, I'm going to fuck you like one , you're okay with that right?", despite how degrading his words were , he made sure to check in with you if this is really what you wanted — chuckling under his breath when he saw you eagerly nodding your head , small hisses and curses leaving his lips as he continued to bully his cock into your weeping cunt.

Your moans were embarrassingly loud , thankfully muffled by the pillow as he shoved your head back against it , his fingers tucking at your hair — god this was new , you never knew that he could be so rough , guess it's true what they've said about cute guys , the cuter the freakier. A surprised moan got strangled in your throat as he suddenly wrapped his arm around your neck from behind , your back arched as he pulled you up to him — putting you in a headlock, making your eyes roll back from the restricted breathing. "Tap my arm if you can't breath anymore", Sunoo whispered , pressing a sweet kiss against your ear as you hummed , your hum coming out as a moan. "Good girl..", he praised , continuously bullying his cock into your clenching cunt.

The pleasure was dizzying , quite literally making you see stars as the head of his cock kissed your cervix due to the position — drool starting to run down the corner of your lips as you kept moaning breathlessly , your mind turning into mush as he slipped his free had to the front of your cunt , drawing patterns on your little clit with the tips of his fingers. You could feel it , you could feel the heat starting to spread through your abdomen ,moans turning shakier and shakier — your abdomen tensing up as he brought your closer and closer to your orgasm. "You close baby? You really like to get fucked like a slut hm? I'll keep that in mind , my pretty little slut..", he murmured , brushing his lips against the side of your neck before he sucked on the soft skin — biting gently but his biting got a bit stronger as you had gotten so tight around his cock that it was almost suffocating , muffling his own moans as his cock continuously brushed against your g spot while his fingers worked magic on your clit.

"Ah- Fuck , Sunoo!", You cried out , your head lolling to the side as he removed his arm from around your neck, your upper body tumbling forward as you trembled — waves of pleasure crashing down on you. "Oh Fuck!", Sunoo cursed loudly , his moan almost a whine as he felt his abdomen getting wet — some liquid plashing on your ass as you squirted all over the bed and his cock. Seeing you squirt like that made him absolutely lose his mind , his teeth sinking into the side of your neck to muffle his loud moan as his hips stuttered — his cock deeply pressing into your cunt as white ropes spurted out of the slit on the tip , filling you to the brim as he came way more than usual. "God fuck...", Sunoo let out a faint whimper , thrusting his cock slowly a couple more time to ride both of your orgasms out before he slowly pulled his cock out of you — heat rushing to his cheeks as he saw the mess the two of you created. His cum was already oozing out of your fucked little hole , the bedsheets were drenched and you were completely fucked out — your body just giving up on you as you limply laid flat on the bed.

"Don't tap out on me , Princess", Sunoo muttered , reaching his hand to caress the side of your face as your head resting sideways on the pillow. "Just..give me a minute. I'll clean you up and prepare a bath for you , change the bedsheets before joining you and we can order take out and watch your favorite show. How does that sound? Sounds good?", Sunoo talked softly , his voice a bit breathless as he panted , a smile growing on his face as he saw you tiredly nodding. "You did so well for me.., my good little Doll".

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Manhandle,Mansplain and Manspread.

Those are my fav three Things, it gets me horny,it gets me all stupid in the head and just ahhhh

Sometimes i put up a fight with a guy at a Club/Party because i like it tehe

i just wish that guy would drag me outside in his car and make me beg that im so sorry,make me whimper when he fucks me Doggy and moan in pain when he spanks my poor lil ass.

I wanna get chained on the bed while i get eaten out until i cant take it anymore. Then i get fcked by him and his friends. They all cum in me so my pussy is Dripping with cum ♡♡♡♡♡

Having a crush on a violant,tall,mean and hot guy is the worst and best.

Like i wanna be his lil princess that he treats like a puppy that needs his care.

On the other Hand i want him to be even meaner to me than his other victims. I want him to beat me up and choke me,he makes fun of my small size and that i was stupid enouhg to trust him.

I want him to tie me up and play with my pussy,he spankes me and Fingers my tight cunt.

When hes done playing he starts brutally fucking me. He trust in me so deep that there apears a bulge on my Tummy.

After fcking me Raw he frees me and drags me in his car,cleans me and brings me home,has a nice lil talk to my mom and leaves.

I wanna be his victim tehe

Be mean to me, Real bullying,tell me all the mean and angry toughts. Take Ur Frustration out on me PLEASEEEEEEE

Manhandle me Till my pussy's soaked and my clit is swollen Red PLSSSSS

♥︎♥︎♥︎

Still 4.11 searching for a tall mean men ♥︎

Part 1 here

My legs were still shaking from my last orgasm but i was refused time to catch my breath. I lay completely naked on the back seat, the hand of the biggest man reaches under my narrow back, he lifts me up a bit, opens the door of the car and drags me outside. The cold wind blows over my body and leaves me freezing.

The man walks around the car and places me on the carhood. He Towers over me while i lay on my back on the car with my legs wide open for him. Hes right between my shaking tighs."Ready for a round stupid little girl?" His voice Was thick, full of lust. My doe eyes looking up to him must have been telling him the answer because he immediately got his dick out. His size was incredible, i swolled with a bit of fear. So Thick and long it must rip me open i tought. It matched his Appearance , it looked mean and hard. His dark eyes had a nasty sparkle in them. He loved seeing me in fear.

he slowly pressed his hard member against my drenched foldes and slid it thru my wetness. he pushed against my swollen clit, a moan escaped my reddened mouth. the door of the car closed loud, the other men came to us. "ya think its gonna be too big sir?" his question made me wish I would have come across a few lower and weaker soldiers that werent as huge and domant like those two.

"pff shes gonna take it" the big men grabbed my face to get me closer to him, our face nearly touched when he spoke "you dont want to be trhrown out here,naked and vulnerable?" the expression of him was dangoures "n-no.. ill be good, daddy" a grunt came out of both men, the men next to grabbbed my hair and pulled me down to the carhood "fuck, say that again you little b1tch" i wanted to say something but right at that moment the tip entered my tight pssy. "Da..aagh daddy pls dont be mean" at first he didnt move but a few seconds of getting used to his size was apparently enough because he pushed deeper.. and deeper. i arched my back, moand out loud and took a hold on the younger soldiers arm. The men that was ripping me open grabbed my hips with his paws and lifted me up slightly. he moved slowly, the wet noises coming from my cunt made the whole scene even more embarissing.

"Dirty lil girl likes to be fucked by older mean men huh?" My eyes rolled into the back of my head while he continued the insult " i bet your pussy has been drenched since you sat next to us" i moand out a weak "yes"

I looked down on my tummy, a bulge formed on it everytime the big men pushed his hard member in me. The younger and smaler soldier kissed my neck, he had his own dick in Hand.

With every thrusts my orgasm came closer. I couldnt hold in my moans just like he couldnt control his filhty mouth.

"I will cum in you, ill make you a baby, baby" his face was blused and sweaty. He had closed eyes and seemed to be in trance. Pussydrunk is what you could call it.

The men kissing my body was now focused on my clit, and it showed. A few rubs on my swollen clit was all it too for me to cum with loud highpitched moans.

The overstimulation hit me so painful when the movement of the soldier was still rapid and rough. He didnt care that i was whimpering, he grunted at every thrust. My hands wandered to his hands. I took one and layed it on my perky titts, he grabbed them hard and began pinching my nipples, his focus was now on my pretty titts and not my sore cunt anymore. But just then when he looked at me and how wrecked i looked, his dick twitched inside me and The big soldier over me couldnt hold on anymore and came. His breath was heavy. He slowly pulled out and His cum dipped out of me. His face changed into a amused expression when he saw his cum leaking outa me.

"Man i Gotta take a picture of that.. wait yea Show me that fucked out cunt" i was too weak to protest against him.

okay attempt two at posting this

ways of making a whumpee scared of non-con without outright nc or threats

carewhumper vibes. the obvious tws apply

manhandling. throw them onto the bed and straddle their hips, keeping their hands pinned on either side of their head. alternatively, bend them over a table or a bed, keeping them there with a hand tangled in their hair or on the back of their neck.

alternatively, keeping them pressed against your chest or guiding them with fingers tangled in their hair or digging into their hip, just slightly under their waistband

classic shows of submission. tie them up and have them kneel - especially if it's between your whumpers spread legs. give their hair a pet every once in a while if they're good.

pet names: baby, pet, pretty boy, pup, princess. etc.

strip them. personally i prefer keeping my whumpees in their underwear and maybe a carewhumpers tshirt, but even so the act of stripping them is a great place for some physical and psychological whump - ESPECIALLY when the whumpee has only just been kidnapped/captured and does not yet know what to expect

have them undress in front of you for the first time before making them bend over the bed. watch their hands shake and their eyes fill with tears, feel them tense underneath you, frozen with fear. and then you simply just handcuff them or even just walk out of the room, leaving them to question when the n/c will start - only it won't. their fear is all you wanted, after all

gruff/significantly larger or older caretaker bathing a younger whumpee who doesn't feel safe around them yet - whumpee flinching away but too weak to fight as they are gently stripped and placed in the bath, being cleaned /everywhere/ in a way that makes them flush with shame even if there's no intention behind the touches

whumpee being gently but firmly forced into a humiliating position, maybe forced to stand still for an /inspection/ filled with clinical yet invasive touches

using objects w sexual connotations (ball gags, blindfolds, certain whips and types of restraints) in non-sexual situations

this works especially well for a newer whumpee - strip them, blindfold and ball gag them before thing them to a mattress, legs spread. then let them wake up on their own, slowly, watch the fear kick in as they come to their own conclusions about what's going to happen to them

some more explicit stuff below the cut

those dildo gags or maybe an anal plug or vibe - just, you know. keep it in

shoving fingers into whumpees mouth until tears come to their eyes

be handsy with them

taking photos of them in intimate or humiliating posistions

whumper jerking off onto whumpees face where they're tied up and kneeling

buying whumpee lingerie - if they wear it, they might get some food or even first aid

No. 5: SUNBURN

Healing Salve | Heatstroke | “If my pain will stretch that far.” (Lottery Winners, Burning House)

OC Whump

Hi, here is my contribution no.5 for Whumptober !

A bit of context : Those two OC are siblings with a less than happy childhood. To put some perspective, the Ensorceleur was 16 when he broke his promise. Donovan was 9. Lucien, Donovan’s son, was in the care of his paternal grandfather for most of his childhood (the grandfather is doing much better with him than with his sons).

If you have any questions, I'd obviously be more than happy to answer! Also, English isn't my first language, so i apologize for any mistake. Check the tags for TW and enjoy !

The two brothers look equally surprised. They stare at each other in silence on the porch for long seconds.

Donovan is the first to catch himself.

-What are you doing here ? he growls, tense and aggressive. His posture has straightened and his grip on the doorknob is deadly.

-Ah. Um, stammers the Ensorceleur, and Donovan doesn't know him well enough to know how rare it is to catch him off guard. I've...come to drop some things off.

He raises the backpack he's holding at arm's length as proof. Donovan squints.

-These are Lucien's things, clarifies the mercenary. He left them at Silver and Lea's place and I came to bring them back...as I was passing by...

The mention of his son only creates more tension for Donovan, but he simply reaches for the backpack.

-I'll take them.

-Oh, yes, of course, says L’Ensorceleur. He makes no move to hand the bag to his brother.

-Just like that, what brings you here ?

-What's it to you ? snaps the other man instantly.

-Wow, calm down, I'm just curious !

L’Ensorceleur steps back, the bag dangling from his arm.

-Just give me the bag !

-Answer my question ! Come on, it's not like it's going to rip your throat out... !

Donovan closes the gap between them by stepping forward, and the other man immediately steps back to maintain the distance. The younger freezes, his features twisted with anger, then takes a deep breath and forces himself to regain some composure.

-I came to say hello, but they're downtown. I'm waiting for them.

The Ensorceleur’s face relaxes a little, a softer expression taking its place.

-I see. Did the old man leave you a spare key ?

-He's been hiding them in the same place for ten years. Now give me the bag and go.

-I need to use the bathroom.

-There's a public toilet...

-God, it'll take me 5 minutes, just let me in !

Donovan clenches his jaw and steps aside.

-You'd better hurry.

In his defense, it takes the Ensorceleur considerably less than 5 minutes. He comes back down quickly, and Donovan hates the nonchalant way the other man takes the opportunity to examine the decor and look at the remains of a disparate snack on the kitchen table. The room is small, tiled in yellow and orange to give it a warm feel. The large window lets in the fading afternoon light. The fridge is adorned with a handful of photos of a little then not so little boy. It's intimate and homey. The killer has no place here. Not that Donovan has one either.

-If you're done, you can go, hisses the translator.

The Ensorceleur hesitates. His brother's whole attitude is screaming at him to go, but...

-Actually, I was thinking maybe we should have a little chat. Why don't you...

-Talk ? repeats Donovan, his voice laced with sarcasm.

He pretends to gather the plates, to keep his hands busy and avoid meeting the other's gaze. There are words heavy with meaning on his tongue, but he refrains from adding anything.

-Yeah, says the Ensorceleur finally. About everything. I mean...I know you're mad at me, and I wanted...I wanted to talk about it.

Donovan refuses to answer, his chest constricted by a growing fury. He sweeps away the crumbs with the palm of his hand, giving himself a few seconds to try and gather his scattered thoughts.

-Don, please. I just want to talk to you.

The younger man remains focused on his task. The repetitive motion almost makes him forget the looming presence behind him. Donovan has never been able to do more than a few magic tricks, basic manipulations of the weak aura he possesses. Georges was always more powerful than he was.

-Don. Come on, Don. Come on. Please.

Smarter. Stronger.

-I'm sorry, Don.

More insolent, more selfish, more immature and inconsistent.

-You're sorry ? Sorry for what, exactly ? Donovan chokes, turning to face the monster in the house.

Georges-L'Ensorceleur takes a step back, apparently surprised by what he finds on Donovan's face.

-I don't care about what you want to tell me. There's nothing to discuss. You've made your choices. You took what you wanted and left everything else behind.

-Donovan...

-Shut up ! Barks his brother, eyes flashing with rage. Shut up !

The man takes a shaky breath. There's hesitation on the older man's face, as his brother’s emotions unleashs.

-You abandoned me, Donovan finally says. The words spill out between them, full of sharp edges.

The rage fades away as quickly as it appeared.

-It's been over 25 years. There's nothing left to say. I don't need apologies or explanations. Just stay as far away from me as possible. And, the translator quickly adds, I may not be able to protect Lucien from your lies, but I'll be there when you betray him the way you betrayed me. To bear the consequences of your actions for you.

The Ensorceleur turns pale and he straightens up :

-I would never hurt Lucien !

-You promised him the same way you promised never to leave me ?

-You think that's what I wanted ? I didn't know how to go back, Don ! I just didn't !

-But you found out a way, eventually. And you chose to never come back. You chose to leave in the first place.

The mercenary clenches his fists, struggling to maintain his composure as his brother turns away again.

-Get the hell out.

-You think this was easy for me ?  You think I didn't suffer while I was out there ?

Donovan pauses, stunned for a second. Stunned that the Ensorceleur, or Georges, or whatever name seemed most appropriate, would allow himself such a reflection.

-You think this was easy ? You think I wanted to leave you behind ? You think I wanted to leave you behind, in that fucking house with...with him ? continues the Ensorceleur. A violent anger surges through him, and he sweats in a way that's completely excessive for September.

-You think...

-You promised me just one thing ! shouts Donovan. One damn thing ! The only thing you were ever going to do for me ! Fuck you !

-Fuck you ! What, you think she never hit me ? You think I had it easier than you ?

-You've never been home enough to make it hard ! Always outside whenever you didn't like something, telling me you'd be home soon and pretending not to see my bruises, apologizing and doing it all over again the next day ! Even after she was dead ! Am I supposed to feel sorry for you and  pity you ?  

The dam breaks and the Ensorceleur lunges forward.

Donovan has no time to do anything but flinch. The Guardian grabs him by the collar and slams him against the wall, eliciting a muffled scream. The Ensorceleur shakes him, panting heavily inches from his face, closer to losing control than he'd been for months.

-Shut up ! Shut up !

Donovan remains silent, breathless and shoulders aching. And if this silence is due more to years of learning than to violent shock, no one can tell the difference. Or almost nobody.

The Ensorceleur's blind rage subsides a little, enough to look at his little brother's fear-twisted face, held in the hands of someone who was supposed to protect him and who had already broken the most precious promise between them. Ordinary terror, so similar to that of so many before him.

No. Not him. He can't...he can't...Donovan...

-You're just like her.

The Ensorceleur widened his eyes and hurriedly released Donovan. He takes a faltering step backwards, horrified by his own inability to control himself, the weight of his actions made even heavier by his younger brother savage gaze.

The latter straightens a little and pulls at his shirt collar with one hand. His neutral, composed face holds firm, but his trembling hands bear witness to his shock and fear.

-You think I don't know what you've been doing all these years ? All those people you killed like dogs ? he spits.

The Ensorceleur stares at him, his stomach turning. How informed was he ? Who had informed him ?

He almost missed his brother's final verdict.

-Whatever happened to you, you deserve it. You deserve every bit of it.

It's strange, this need for recognition you feel from your family. This need for love, forgiveness, understanding. It's been a long time since he and Donovan shared anything. Today, the only thing forcing them together is a child who should never have learned anything about his paternal family and about whom they know almost nothing. Not much. Hardly more than the little they had all those years ago.

The Ensorceleur feels as if his chest is being crushed.

His brother looks straight into his eyes. It's empty and dull, the anger and pain purged by the passage of time.

For days, he'd been trying to find the courage to talk to Donovan. The courage to reopen the old wound and drain the pus. He'd never thought he'd find anything but a scar. Testimony to a past suffering, erased and now almost painless.

- It's been over 25 years. There's nothing left to say. I don't need excuses or explanations. We don’t share anything anymore, if we’ve already did so. I just want you to stay as far away from my life as possible. I'm tired of always being the one to suffer for others. I'm tired of having to sympathize with others, of having to be understanding, of having to be grateful for my easy life. I don't have what it takes anymore.

The Ensorceleur manages to take a strangled breath. The air passing through his lungs is pungent and irritating. He forces himself to relax his arms, a reflex movement. A fighter needs to take it easy in preparation for combat. An assassin needs to keep his flexibility.

-I'm tired of having to be the forgiving one.

A monster must abandon the idea of forgiveness.

Two strangers face each other in silence.

Shove your tongue down my throat while you manhandle me~

wanna make out while your dick is plowing deep into me? <3

Beating the heat

Pairing: San (dom) x reader (sub)

WC: 642

Warnings: smut, language, teasing, manhandling, San is dom AF

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“Why is it so hot in here? wasn’t it freezing only just this morning?” you asked as you fanned yourself with a napkin.

San chuckled at your question and got up to turn the AC on. only to find that it wouldn’t turn on. San frowned at this and turned to you glumly.

“It won’t turn on” San stated bluntly, making himself a mental note to get it fixed soon.

“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me!” You shot out of your seat and chose to stand next to San by the AC, taking the remote from him to try and turn it on. It still would not turn on.

“Maybe this is a sign that says to make the most of it?” San turns to you and smirks, and before you can ask him what he means he explains it by pressing his lips against yours in a sweet manner.

“Oh yeah, that sounds nice” you answered when you found yourself growing hot for another reason entirely :P. “Lets take this to the bedroom yeah?”

San took hold of your hand and led the way, a little too excited to be doing this during the middle of the day.

When you got to the bedroom and after you both had stripped yourselves of your clothes he was quick to pick you up and throw you on the bed, you yelped in surprise but in the end you were ok. You knew San had a rough side to him and you honestly loved it, loved a little manhandling.

“This is ok yeah?” San asked as he hovered above you and gently caressed your face, a strong contrast from his earlier actions.

“Totally ok, you know I love it when you play rough” You brought him in for a kiss to seal the deal and get back into the mood.

“Alright then, get on all fours now!” San demanded and when you took too long to respond he grabbed you by your waist and forcefully moved you into the position he wanted.

“When I say all fours I expect you to get on all fours baby” San commented and shook his head in disapproval.

“Maybe you should do something about it then?” You retorted and smiled when you felt San tighten his grip.

“Are you talking back to me now? are you being a bad girl?” San had started to tease your clit, only rubbing in small slow circles, determined to get you riled up.

You whined when that was all he did, it wasn’t enough stimulation for your liking. You went to lie down but San noticed this and pulled you back up.

“No baby hold yourself up, thats it thats a good girl” San praised when you did as told and as a reward he started rubbing faster.

You cried out and gripped the bed sheets, the fire burned deep within you and you needed him NOW.

“Please, no more teasing!” You begged and tried to wriggle.

“Why would I stop though when teasing you is so much fun hmm?” He smirked, his plan was working. When you felt a vibrator replace your hands thats when you lost it.

“no no no please I can’t its too much!” the need to have San inside you overtook your entire being and anything less then that had you crying in frustration.

“Yes you can gorgeous. You can and you will” San's voice dripped with dominance as he smacked your ass in warning.

“Oh god” you had no choice but to take it, San manhandling you by teasing you and holding you in place, there was no out of this. So you took a deep breath and tried your best to suffer through his teasing.

“Were only just starting baby. Now be a good girl for me and wait for my command.”

Sammy, I get all tingly when you take control like that.

*whispers* 
He’s so pretty when he’s on his knees.