another update: Amal El -Mohtar wrote a small article on her blog (https://amalelmohtar.com/i-tried-to-title-this-post-for-twenty-minutes-and-failed/), one which contains the words “[…] and the upshot of it all is that corporate marketing people at Simon & Schuster now know the name Bigolas Dickolas.”
I know it made it up to #6 at one point. Being a pre-existing fan of both Trigun and This is How You Loose the Time War made this especially enjoyable.
LMFAOO YEAH I JUST SAW IT HIT #3 been trying to keep this post updated but didn’t want to spam, and the speed at which these things have been happening is beautifully astounding so:
trigun, following bigolas dickolas, has also become a trending topic in business and finance
Interview with Bun (or Mr. Bigolas)
Crossover art (https://twitter.com/xxrat__punkxx/status/1656446745088278529?s=20)
thread of semi-current placements on the book
memes
and the situation very much escaping online confinement xD
A significant number of hours later (and too much to summarize):
Time War summary: reached #3 on Amazon overall, #1 (and 2, And 3) in science fiction romance, #3 in lit and fiction, social media presence overseas, and-
printing with a bigolas dickolas sleeve and so much more
Bridging the two: so many articles
slate article
techcrunch article
insider article
kotaku article
Gizmodo article
tor.com
polygon
and etc
And then on the bigolas dickolas trigun side-
And then after tweeting @ dark horse for a potential trigun maximum (trimax) reprint due to the eng verison being out of print for several years by this point:
so everything can now basically be summed by by this tweet!
(I don’t know if i’ll keep updating this thread considering how many branches there are and idk how much more this can escalate, but I’m keeping an eye on the situation so we’ll see!!)
For those asking what time war is about, per Mr. Bigolas’s post: DO NOT look up anything about it. Just read it.
For those asking about trigun, it is an amazing manga, anime adaptation, and new reboot anime.
its been over a year since all this first occurred, but felt it was necessary to tack on that bigolas dickolas declined the Hugo that the infamous tweet was nominated for 😂
Thinking about everyone on base being horrified by how secretary!reader talks to price....
How could they not? John price is a man to be respected if not feared. Even higher ranks than him know he's only still a captain because he prefers to get his hands dirty himself. No one wants to mess with a man like that.
Then there's....you. the new secretary.
"John. Your paperwork." You tell him every morning, dropping the files on the table in the mess hall without much thought. The first time you did it, people genuinely flinched.
No one calls captain price john.
You have no care or respect for his rank, treating price as a casual coworker and not the weapon he is. Always a "john. I want my vacation time approved by this weekend." Or "your breath smells like coffee, john. You want some gum?"
People are convinced price is planning to kill you. No other option when you keep blatantly disrespecting him.
Of course the team notices it too. Worse though when they notice you still call ghost "lieutenant" and kyle and soap "sergeant"
"Doesn't it bother you, sir? The blatant disrespect?" Kyle asks one night at the bar, after price had mentioned you again.
"bother me? Why the hell would it bother me?" Price snorts, takes a bite of the crisps from ghosts plate "My wife can call me whatever she wants."
No thoughts just sheep!reader who absolutely lacks any fear when it comes to wolf!141...
The few other prey hybrids on base steer clear of the 141, tackles rising and a bone-deep instinct screaming danger whenever they're around. The subtle way they move with eachother, death curled into every muscle, eyes intense with hunger, it unsettles even the best trained prey hybrids.
Well...except you, for some reason.
A simple sheep hybrid, you're their secretary, got the job from family connections, something simple while looking for better stuff fresh out of uni. You don't seem to fear them at all, blinking at them docile while they circle around you, assessing.
It's....weird, at first. Having a non-wolf happily stand and chat with them, or even seek them out just to be near them. There's no way to initially categorize you in their group...until gaz jokes one day that you're kind of like a helpless pup.
From there it just snowballs, the 141 pack accepting their weird pup into the fold easily enough.
Now when the 141 eat their lunch with plates piled high with meat, a sheep sits between them chewing calmly on fresh clover and greens. When they all gather in the gym to spar and growl and draw blood, occasionally a sheep will join in and they pretend-fight and knock you gently against the mats.
A sheep surrounded by wolves, and yet you're the safest you've ever been. They're protective of their pack, after all. A fact that becomes clear the first time a soldier tries to lay hands on you for a report you mixed up.
After...that. gaz helped you scrub the blood from your wool and you got to sleep in their den! A sheep curled up and snoring with wolves, not an ounce of dread, just warm and cozy.
No thoughts just gaz being the best sparring partner for younger sergeant!reader...
Ghost has yet to learn how to soften his grip, or he prefers not to because in a real fight he'd have killed you by now. Soap is nice, but you can tell he gets frustrated when you spend to long making the same mistake. Price....absolutely not.
But gaz? Gaz is perfect. He doesn't mind running the same moves over and over until you can figure it out, warm body pressing against you for the sixth time just to mutter in your ear "c'mon, runt, you can do better than that."
Maybe you're a bit too comfortable losing, but can anyone blame you when every lose means sweaty biceps caging you in and an exhausted kyle huffing "again– Lets go again, you almost had me." Betweens gasps of air?
When you finally accomplish whatever goal was set that day, gaz cools down with you on the benches. Ice cold water from his bag, followed by tangerines peeled by hand.
"Going in the showers anyways, love." He tells you when you wrinkle your nose at the juice slipping down his wrist. Though recently all you can think about is wondering if he'd let you lick the line up to his fingers.
Of course...gaz doesn't think of you like that. You're his teammate. All these silly moments that mean so much to you are just a part of the job to him, a way to decrease your errors on the field.
The sweet-tang of fruit pressed into your palm means nothing....right?
Do you have anymore of your 141 sketches? I love whenever you draw Simon or the babies 👀
i do!!! heres some stuff with baby hybrids!
(click for better quality ig. tumblr sucks)
hybrid babies are much more inclined to follow their instincts because they dont have practice or the ability to regulate themselves. soap has docked ears (old practice) but he and his son are both bullys. also yes gaz's daughter will have ugly wings for a bit, proper baby feathers growing in around two years old.
No thoughts just gaz being the only one able to handle living weapon!reader...
A transfer that price has had his eye on for months now, watching your acclimation to standard soldiers instead of those from your class. Maybe he was a bit too eager, pulling you onto the team too soon.
You are perhaps more snarling dog than person, easily set off by the strangest things and far too comfortable with violence. Just last week you tried to shoot ghost, and the week before that you almost took out soaps eye.
But with gaz? He somehow sees a machine with clearly labeled instructions on what buttons to press and when. Gaz knows when that anxious feeling is creeping up your spine, still too used to the routine of your training. He redirects it easily by wrapping a firm hand around your wrist and ordering "shooting range, whichever is empty. Improvements only."
He's always got a hand on you, steady and sure. A warm palm pressed to the slope of your neck like a collar, a hand wrapped around your bicep to guide you like a dog. It's just the right side of animal instead of human.
You can relax around sergeant garrick because he doesn't mind you acting like an object. He doesn't expect you to make decisions, just to follow his.
Which is probably why you've earned the...loving title on base of "garrick dog"
You don't mind it. It feels nice, even. You would do anything sergeant garrick wanted without question. Following him around like a silent guardian, only having to be pulled back when someone disrespects him and you get carried away.
Price is more than happy with this development...he just needs so socialize you to the rest of the team somehow.
Now imagine that omega heat cycles can sync up like periods...
Not really an issue for gaz, considering he's the only omega on the team. He's not on suppressants, most omegas this high up aren't, too much risk to make it worth. It's fine, some minor medication at the start of his joining has Gaz's heats perfectly timed and predictable for price to plan around.
That is, until you join the team. A fellow omega.
Gaz nearly rips prices throat out for not properly consulting him before bringing on an entire omega, his respect for the beta and pack leader the only saving grace. He refuses to let some runt mess up his perfect cycle.
Which leads to what can only be described as gaz attempting to bully your cycle into matching his.
He lingers around you all the time, trying to acclimate you to his scent. It's...nice to be around another omega, you understand things the others never will. It's better that you do nothing more than whine when gaz decides to scent you. Scrubbing a wrist into your scent glands whenever he sees you, followed by "sorry, runt. Just gettin' you acclimated. At least you smell like pack now."
When he just barely smells of pre-heat, gaz decides to lay it on thick. Pulling you into vaguely-secluded spots just to press his body against yours with a purr, filling your senses with his pheromones. He even slots a thigh between your legs when his own instincts kick up, muttering "c'mon, runt, have at it. Wanna see what you look like desperate for it."
Kyles heat hits right on schedule, as predicted. Not a day later you come knocking on his door in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat and so confused why your heat is two weeks early, begging for help from the closest packmate you have.
Well...he's already made his nest bigger in preparation. Gaz is more than happy to teach you the wonders of having an omega heat-partner.
Now imagine omega!ghost getting some essential shots he missed in his 20s well into his 40s, right?
Had he gotten the shots when he was supposed to, they would've helped shorten his heat and alleviate the dangers associated with them. Now, though? When he finally gets the shots it gives him what the doctors explained as a "false pregnancy"
Which is to say, ghosts instincts have become absolutely convinced you are his pup.
No amount of logic or rational thinking stops that horrible screaming of instincts in his mind, and it's affecting his job so severely that price orders you to play along with him until it settles.
Turns out, ghost is a very overbearing dad.
"No, no, stay in the nest, pup. Yer too small to leave yet, okay?" He coos at you, gently pushing you back into the nest when you tried to reach out and grab the granola bar not two feet away. Embarrassingly, you do settle when ghost pushes his calming scent. Sue you, but it's been a while since you've had an older omega try to comfort you.
Ghost gives you the real pup treatment. Curling around you and purring all night, warm like and oven and ensuring you'll smell like him all week, muttering "sleep, pup. You need to grow big, just a little runt, hm?" If you stir or try to move.
You know, logically, that this is just his instincts talking. That ghost will go back to being your emotionally distant superior in a week, refusing to even acknowledge this happened. But...you quietly wish he wouldn't, or that he'd stay just a bit soft. It's nice being taken care of. The military is alll bared teeth and survival, stumble and be left behind.
So you burrow into the nest, enjoy all of it while you can. Soap and gaz might laugh at you for it, but you don't care. It's nice to be ghosts pup, just for a week or so.
The concept of toxic!price absolutely seething in rage because younger secretary!reader has no interest in him at all...
No, instead of price, who talks so nice and warm to you and offers you gifts all the time, you'd prefer ghost.
Ghost, the socially stunted guy who price is sure hasn't spoken more than five words to you. Yet you always choose to sit with ghost in the corner of the mess, offering price a small smile as his crooned "wanna sit we me, baby? Catch up on reports?"
No amount of lingering touches or promises of a nice raise can get you to spend time near price. Every trick that tends to work on young things like you just....fails.
Meanwhile, ghost has spent the past two months with you constantly hanging around him and he still doesn't know your name. Figures its rude to ask, just calls you kid and hopes for the best. Not like it matters anyways, you share gummy worms with him and he offers random bits from missions that vaguely relate to whatever you've decided to talk about that day.
No, he's never touched you. Or tried to get you alone with him. Or really shown any interest at all. He's too busy trying to convince you a centipede would be a great pet purely through showing you videos of said centipedes on his phone with all of twelve pixels on it.
...and price wonders why you choose ghost over him.
Warnings: noncon, mdni, cumming inside, unprotected p in v, cervix kissing, yandere, emotional manipulation, coercion, guilt-tripping, dd:dne, if you're uncomfortable with such content, filter the tags or block my blog, stay safe!
Yandere Boyfriend! who would noncon you over and over again, apologizing everytime and promising you that he won't do it again.
Of course, he doesn't mean it.
He feels sorry for hurting you, but he doesn't like it when you push him away, something inside him snaps everytime you deny him, he loses all control.
What do you mean you're not in the mood? Do you not love him?
What do you mean you got your period? It doesn't matter, you're saying it because you hate him right?
It hurts? Well guess what? It hurts him more because you're denying him of the ultimate act of love!
He doesn't like it at all.
So before anything else can leave your mouth, he's already intruding into your hole, burying his cock inch by inch, raw. You could feel the way it uncomfortably stretches you, the burning sensation escalating with every thrust.
Your cunt contracts around his cock as he growls into your ear, small gasps escaping his mouth as he fucks you deeply, his tip slamming against your cervix.
It's painful, it hurts, it burns.
Tears escape your eyes at the sensation, just waiting for him to be done with you. He licks your tears away, dragging his wet tongue across your cheek before pressing a kiss to your mouth.
His other hand dips down between your legs, finding your clit and rubbing circles on it to make it feel good for you too.
One thing about him is that he will always make sure you get to finish too. Is he an extremely selfish person? Yes, but not when it comes to this, he mainly does this because he loves the way your walls contract and flutter around him.
This is also usually the time the anger and everything dissipates, he comes back to his senses and feels guilty when he notices your painful expression, he begins to panic, but his hips don't stop moving, in fact, they speed up.
“i'm sorry— mhm fuck—!” The obscene sound of skin slapping continues to echo in the air. “I'm sorry baby, I dont— I don't like doing this! Please— oh fuck fuck— please forgive me.” He begs, all while his fingers work faster around your clit. He leans down, sucking on your tits.
It doesn't take long for you to finish, especially after he's basically forcing an orgasm out of you by stimulating you.
“I— please forgive me darling, i wont do it again— I lost control, I'm so sorry, I promise, please please please please.” He cries out gasping when he feels your cunt clench and contract around him. His hips piston and drill into your cunt sloppily, a tell-tale sign that he's near, and as if on cue, he cums.
He empties himself deep inside you, ropes of cum directly shooting against your cervix, while he rides his orgasm out and not long after collapses on top of you.
He switches positions, pulling you against him as he cuddles you, arm wrapped around your head and one gently patting your back as he assures you, calming your shaking and crying form.
“I'm sorry baby, it must've been scary right? I don't know what came over me.. it just happened. Please don't hate me. Please. Please.” His voice cracks, genuine emotion coating his words.
“I'm really sorry okay? I try not to, but I just can't—” He sniffs, before reaching down and burying his face into your neck, as if he is the one that needs comfort. “—just can't help myself, I promise I won't do it again. You'll forgive me right? Please.” His voice is muffled, but still clear and you could hear the guilt.
Of course, you forgive him.
You have to, you don't have any other choice, because if you don't— he'll get mad again.
This is the 4th time it happened this week alone, and it's only Wednesday.
You don't have a choice at all, you lost the freedom to have it ever since the day you decided to start dating him.
— yuta okkotsu, izuku midoriya, yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, gojo satoru, choso kamo + your fave, feel free to imagine any chara you want!
Death Note AU where Ryuk discovers he loves apples and railing humans.
God of Death who is weighted by spleen and boredom as he descends from his realm. The monotony is too much to bear. Is there nothing more to a godly life than sitting around and prolonging one's existence every couple of centuries? Perhaps there's entertainment to be found among humans.
God of Death who pretends to drop his ledger just to get away from his fellow immortals. As fate would have it, you happen to find his lost belonging. Oh, the tragedy! He spreads out his wings with a grin and begins his search for you. It is a given rule, you see, that whoever holds his book of death becomes its new owner.
God of Death who couldn't care less what you do with your new toy. Kill other humans, eradicate mankind, or simply throw it at the back of a drawer and forget of its existence; he's here to have fun regardless. The lights, the colors, the flavors - he's overwhelmed with enthusiasm at the novelty of being around mortals.
God of Death who follows you around with childlike curiosity and intrigue. Whatever you find mundane is a vivid experience for someone like him, who's been slowly decaying in barren lands. He wants to know all about your way of living. What you eat, what you do in your free time, where you prefer to go for a walk, how you...mate?
God of Death who feels rather tempted by your sultry brittleness, by your perishable way of being. He lazily drags his claw across your body, entranced by your sheepish squirms and flushed face. What's so enjoyable about being touched like this? What is it about joining bodies with another that humans crave so badly?
God of Death who cannot get enough of you once the act has been consumed. This is it, the real deal. The proper way to live your life. His only regret is not paying the human world an earlier visit, yet he is grateful that all the variables led him to you instead.
God of Death who begins to raise suspicion among his fellow deities. What could be keeping him down there for so long? What kind of human managed to subdue someone of his rank? Uh oh, it seems you've caught the interest of many more godly figures who are equally curious and eager to explore the earthly ways.
Pervroommate!Ushijima, who’s routine is waking up early in the morning to cook breakfast for you, while being rock hard because he couldn’t stop thinking about last night where he overheard you moaning off your vibrator.
PervRoommate!Ushijima who needs to take care of his situation so he decides to add an “extra” ingredient to your drink. He knows it’s a disgusting act, but he can’t help himself.
PervRoommate!Ushijima who brings you the food and watches you drink up the milkshake. “What did you put in here? It tastes different?” You say. Ushijima freezing up, acting quickly to make an excuse.
PervRoommate!Ushijima making a perfect excuse, “It’s my secret ingredient. A good cook never tells his secrets.” With a sheepish smile. You, who believes it, don’t think much of it since he’s perfect and does everything for you.
PervRoommate!Ushijima who freaks out when you ask him to continue adding it, exclaiming that it tastes amazing. Not that he’s complaining or anything, he enjoys watching you slurp up all the cum filled milkshake unknowingly.
PervRoommate!Ushijima who does the laundry everyday, notices a pair of lacy pink lingerie panties with a stain of your own arousal.
PervRoommate!Ushijima who closes the door and locks it, slowly walking over to the pink panties and leaning down to pick it up. As he picks it up, he double checks to see if he locks the door and brings the panties up to his nose to sniff.
PervRoommate!Ushijima who almost cums just from the salty, sweet smell that your panties captured straight from your soft pussy.
PervRoommate!Ushijima who unzips his pants to jerk off with the pink panties, stuffing it at the tip of his hard erected dick, while beads precum leak from the top through the pink panties.
PervRoommate!Ushijima who brings the panties up to his mouth and nose, while jerking off. The sweet smell making him cum immediately.
PervRoommate!Ushijima, starting from this day, steals your used panties and makes more excuses to do the laundry more often.
PervRoommate!Ushijima who does your laundry and jerks off to the smell of your arousal once again and grunts out your name. “F-fuck y/nnn.. I’m gonna cum, i wish it was you I was fucking into..”. You, who overhears this, instantly becomes wet, because how could your serious, strong, dominant roommate be whining out your name like a dog in heat?
PervRoommate!Ushijima who overhears you rubbing your clit in your room and making cute sounds. Ushijima, who is walking over to your room, dick bulging, unzips his pants right outside the door while watching you through the space between the wall and door. He strokes his cock only a few times before cumming all over his hand.
PervRoommate!Ushijima who jumps up from shock as he hears your moans call out for him. You couldn’t possibly be masturbating to Ushijima, your perverted roommate?
PervRoommate!Ushijima who almost dies inside when he looks up and sees you looking straight at him through the door. “Ushi, dont just stand -mphm!- there. W-wanna help me?” You ask whimpering.
PervRoommate!Ushijima who starts freaking out and keeps pinching himself to make sure this isn’t a dream.
PervRoommate!Ushijima who plunges his dick inside you immediately while folding you in half, moaning and grunting into your neck, leaving bite marks too. “F-fuck y/n.. i’ve been dreaming of this for so looong..” he moans out, rubbing your clit. “Ushii, i’ve been wai-hic!-ting for this too.. ive been hump-hic!-ing your pillow while you’ve been gone..! nghh!”
PervRoommate!Ushijima who soon realizes that you too, are a pervert like him.
a/n: kinda rushed, but i love my baby ushijima sooo here you guys go 💕
there was something about rook that felt artificial to you. you were definitely not the first one to say it, either. maybe it was the way he showered praises and compliments, but it just never reached his eyes. maybe it was because when he just stared at you, he often gave you the impression that he saw you as something lesser, whether or not he said so. or maybe it was because whenever he violated your boundaries or straight up annoyed you, he would apologize, but never sounded fully genuine.
to you, it was just like how… a hunter lured in their prey…? using sugary bait till you were vulnerable enough before he revealed whatever ill intent he had. whatever. maybe you were just talking crazy.
but what you were sure you weren't crazy about was the fact that you hated how he looked at you. how dehumanizing it felt. how he didn't see you as some other human being but rather some sick entertainment to observe and toy with in his free time. it was as clear as day, since the first day he met you. you hated it. you always did. you found it creepy. thus, you avoided him.
yet… strangely enough, you found yourself inside his bedroom, lying comfortably on his silky sheets. like how a stupid prey would waltz into the monster's den. but frankly, at this point, you were too tired to care. after having a long day of classes, running errands, and solving shit you did not care about, all you just wanted was to relax. usually, when you were this tired, you would find yourself in the company of savanaclaw's housewarden for a piece of mind.
but it seems as though he was going through his own problems, so much so that he didn't even want you around. which left you with your next best option.
at the very least, rook did have a sense of mind to leave you be. …whenever he felt like it, that is, and most certainly in his own way. maybe he just didn't feel inclined to harass you too much because you were in the place he wanted you the most, anyway. slowly, your eyes darted toward the little corkboard stationed on the wall beside his bed. usually, he'd have a cloth covering it, you noticed from the previous times you'd visit him in his room, but now it was hanging from one side, almost as if he wanted you to see it.
it was practically cluttered with pictures he took. flooded with pictures he took of you. pictures you could understand how he got, when you were out in the open in school, and the others, not so much. your eyes locked onto one photo in particular, more specifically, one of you when you were in the shower, your back turned as fresh water droplets clung to your naked skin.
you can't even begin to process how he even managed to pull that off, sneaking around where you lived without arousing suspicion.
you don't think you wanted to know either.
“colombe blanche seems to be very troubled that she is deep in thought.” you weren't even startled. you had half a mind to just ignore him and close your eyes to rest. would have made sense if you weren't in his fucking bedroom currently. so you turned your head to face him, all while suppressing an eyeroll.
there he was, kneeling close to you, his arms folded on top of the bed near where your head was resting. when your eyes locked with his, you saw how his eyes crinkled with sheer amusement. his eyes, an ever-so pure electric green, lacking that shine of light.
“whose fault is that?” you retorted. in that case, you weren't exactly referring to him, but in general. even the headmaster got on your fucking nerves. you were still bothered by the interaction you had with him during lunch. rook didn't bother to respond to that, but his face completely gave away how amused he felt by your answer.
freak.
you turned your head away from him, this time with the intent to close your eyes and sleep. tomorrow was another set of challenges, to drain your energy in more ways than you could possibly imagine. maybe if you were lucky enough, you could pretend you were sick and just sleep in the infirmary for the whole day, but who knows how long that would go on for.
you felt the mattress lift slightly beside you, and you assumed that rook was going to take his leave and do whatever else. but not even a second later, the mattress dipped further right by your legs underneath someone's weight.
since you had arrived this evening, this was the first time you bothered to react properly. with your body jolting, you quickly propped yourself upright on your elbows, staring at the culprit with widened eyes. “what are you doing?”
rook didn't look bothered by what he was doing in the slightest. he even went so far as to press his lips against your leg, a shiver traveling up your spine, feeling the coolness from his leather gloves as he gripped the fat of your thigh. he peeked at you from under his long eyelashes, his eyes glinting with a look you didn't want to decipher.
“when a gentleman sees a woman in distress, isn’t it natural for him to assist the young lady?” for emphasis, he nipped your flesh lightly, that sickening smile visible on his face.
if he cared that much, then he could have just left the room like you first assumed.
your mind went static as your expression went blank. suddenly, you outstretched a hand, your fingers curling into his hair tightly, tugging his head upward. “...you're moving too boldly,” you muttered, your grip unconsciously getting tighter. your eyebrows furrowed. “i don't even like you.”
rook was silent for a while, not breaking eye contact. then he sighed heavily, feigning hurt. “you wound my poor heart, colombe blanche. you label me as a villain, when all i desire for you is the best.” somehow, you'd rather believe the headmaster found a way home for you than that garbage. just as you were contemplating raising your hand and just slapping him, using his free hand, he pressed his palm flat against your stomach, urging you to lie back down.
“rest, colombe blanche. in my company, there will be no need for you to fight.”
you lie back down with a sign in defeat, covering your face with your hands.
seeing how you finally complied with his wishes, he didn't waste another second. with swift and smooth movements, he hitched up your skirt, sliding your panties off your legs.
in your defense, when you were in such a bad mood, you didn't expect yourself to be so… responsive. so the moment you felt his tongue press flatly against your slit, slowly dragging the wet muscle to your clit, you flinched. of course, rook noticed, to which you could almost feel his amused smile.
it was humiliating, you thought, how quickly aroused you became. just a few licks, and you were already staining the bedsheets with your arousal, the slick seeping out as he moved to lap at it. another wave of embarrassment washed over you, hearing his hum of satisfaction as he savored the taste of you on his tongue.
using his thumbs, he gently parted your folds, keeping his tongue pointed as he slowly pumped it in and out, occasionally moving his tongue in circles.
your breath hitched in your throat, one of your hands coming down from your eyes to your mouth as you lightly bit on your finger. you didn't even realize you were unconsciously lifting your hips to press against his face.
he stared at you for a moment.
then suddenly, leaning his head back slightly, he bit the tip of his glove, dragging it off his right hand slowly. just as you were wondering about the lack of stimulation, cracking open one of your eyes, that you closed to relish in the feeling of bliss, they both blew wide open when a new burst of pleasure washed over you, your back arching off the bed.
reattaching his lips to your clit, suckling, rook had inserted two of his digits into your pussy, slowly pumping them in and out. you felt your jaw slacken, drool trickling down the side of your mouth as your vision slightly blurred.
you don't get it. as far as you could remember, you don't recall sleeping around with rook. so how was it that a man who had never touched you before knew how you preferred to be touched?
suddenly, you let out a sharp cry, your hands shooting downward to grab at his hair. he had curled his fingers, rubbing against that gummy spot that almost had you seeing stars.
you were feeling overwhelmed. with trembling legs, you attempted to close them. but he kept you spread open with his left hand, continuing to abuse your pussy with his tongue and fingers. you shook your head side to side frantically, panting heavily, feeling the heat in your lower stomach grow hotter with each second.
you couldn't take it anymore.
your eyes slightly rolled back, your hands crushing rook's face against your pussy. in response, the latter let out a groan, his fingers pumping at a faster pace, riding out your orgasm as your legs violently twitched.
for a moment, you could have sworn you saw white.
rook groaned loudly, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he lapped up every drop that spilled onto his tongue. once he was satisfied, he pulled back with a sigh, tilting his head back as his tongue darted out to lick his lips slowly.
as your body relaxed, you found yourself staring up at the ceiling in a daze, teary-eyed. you hated to admit it, but you actually felt a little better from today's earlier events. suppressing a sigh, you closed your eyes, ignoring how rook leaned closer to your face to press a kiss near the corner of your mouth.
…he was a hunter luring in his prey… using sugary words of affirmation and praise to lower your defenses. and then when you were at your most vulnerable, with his bow, he'd draw back his silver tipped arrow, going for the kill.
