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empyreva · 2 months

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Loser's Spoils

Summary: Luke usually loves treating you like his own little goddess, but after you cost him a game of capture the flag...he wants to change things up.

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Reader

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings: Established relationship, Daughter of Aphrodite!Reader (not that important), Mean!Luke Castellan, smut, P in V, PWP, oral sex (m and f), fingering, dom/sub elements, slight dubcon (always check in with your partners!!), kink exploration, slapping, some degradation (and praising)

A/N: Shameless indulgence. I tried to stick to this audio as best as I could but I think that in teen/ya relationships, holding a more serious dom/sub dynamic is a little harder so Luke is super good at making sure you're ok because it's all new to him too...Minors DNI!!

Other campers were quick to dodge out of your and Luke's paths, sensing that he would not hesitate to body-check them if they didn't. A cloud of wrath (with a tinge of humiliation) seemed to engulf your boyfriend--They knew better than to question it at all, scurrying back to do whatever chores and tasks they had been mildly interrupted from before.

Before you knew it, Luke had dragged you into your cabin, looking around for any of your, as he put it, 'overly pretentious' siblings. Aphrodite's cabin was empty, much to his delight, and he dragged you into the bathroom with a loud SLAM of the door. Once inside, he let go of you with a slight push, seeming to not pay you any mind as he fussed about the area.

"Luke, what the fuck?" You hissed, rubbing your now tender arm as Luke propped one of the vanity chairs beneath the door knob to ensure no one would be able to accidentally wander in. It was a good precaution--Three too many of your sisters now can't even look at him without becoming almost visibly upset. "What's your problem today?"

"Don't act like you don't know, baby," Luke turned around with a dark look in his eyes, causing you to gulp back any further questions. "You've hurt my feelings today, y'know? First by not joining my team...and then by winning because you know I couldn't hurt my pretty little girl--acting all brave and jumping in to protect that twerp of an Apollo kid."

"Baby, it's just a game..." You reached up to caress his tense jaw, his facade faltering for a split second as he took in your soft touch, "I mean, they just needed another player--that kid is literally like 11 so-" Luke cut off your sentence by roughly pushing you against the vanity counter behind you--glass bowls and organizers full of various makeup products rattling from the force. His hands planted at either side of you, hips flushed to yours.

"I. Don't. Care," he growled. A whimper escaped your throat, feeling something hard pressing against you--growing in size with every breath that your boyfriend took. "You were disloyal, you won, you know that drives me crazy."

"'m sorry," you mumbled, trying your best to bat your long lashes at him, fingers brushing against the hem of his shirt. This was a common occurrence between the two of you--You 'defeating' the 'best swordsman' just by distracting him enough to let your teammates finish up the game. How could he even raise his sword at a girl like you, batting your lashes and pouting so cutely as a kid scurried off behind you? Even if he seemed mad about losing, losing to you drove him up the wall with desire—I mean, it always ended in Luke making you scream his name until your throat went hoarse, anyway. "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"Yeah, you will," there was a glint of something sinister in Luke's eyes that unnerved you. It was like you were a piece of meat dangling before a starved wolf, just waiting to be devoured. "I'm not gonna let you off easy this time, baby. No, no...You need to be taught a proper lesson." He glared down at you, but his hand grasped yours gently, thumbing circles against your knuckles. "Ok? Now on your knees."

Obediently, you lowered yourself to the ground, hands in your lap as Luke discarded his belt and cargos quickly. His cock was already dripping with pearls of precum--and you couldn't help yourself as you eagerly took him in your mouth. Your head bobbed unhurriedly as you savored every inch of his hard cock, taking pleasure in the way his hips thrust forward instinctively. He liked it when you took your time, swallowing him whole and gagging. You moaned deeply, feeling his hand brush lightly against the nape of your neck, urging you to slow down.

"Shhh... Look at me," he commanded sternly. His voice was low and gravelly, making your insides quiver. You hesitated briefly before meeting his gaze fully, watching intently as he gazed intently into your soul. There was a fierceness in his expression that sent chills down your spine, and you knew that he meant business. His fingers traced your hollow cheeks, tucking stray strands of hair behind your ears, drinking in this image of you. "You look so cute, so adorable."

That comment flustered you more than the fact his dick was nearly halfway down your throat--and you immediately pulled back, words forming in your throat as the head of his cock brushed against your tongue. A fistful of your hair wrapped around Luke's hand, and he pushed your head until your nose was tickled by the curls of black hair at the base of his dick. "Shut the fuck up and look at me. Let me see my pretty girl."

Nearly, crossed-eyed, you stared up at Luke in a daze, nostrils flaring as you held back your urge to gag around him. He looked so handsome...a certain tortured look marred across his face as he contemplated whether he should cum down your throat while you clawed at his legs or if he should fuck you silly. Tough choice.

"I want to play with you," he finally decided aloud, releasing you from his cock, letting you gasp for air. It didn't last long, though, because Luke was quick to roughly pull you back onto your feet, a strong hand gripping your jaw. You gulped and heaved, daring not to move as Luke pressed up against you, eyes inspecting your flushed and sloppy face. It was just so kissable, his poor little baby.

His tongue slipped into your mouth before you knew it, and your hands reached up to grab at his curls--pulling him deeper. A collection of quiet moans filled the bathroom, bouncing off the marble floors and pristine white walls. After a few minutes, Luke pulled away cheeks red and burning, staring down at you.

"Take your pants off, just the pants," he commanded, giving you just enough room to fumble with the button of your bottoms. After nervously missing the hole a few times, you were able to slide them off, kicking them to the side. You resisted the urge to rub your thighs together, instead choosing to look haphazardly at the floor. "Good girl, now look at me."

You faltered, maybe from shyness or maybe from a sudden spark of rebellion, but your gaze remained pointed down at the space between you. Luke was stunned for a moment, tilting his head to the side before letting out a sarcastic chuckle.

"Look. At. Me."

Slap

Your gaze shot up, eyes wide as you began to register the sting radiating in your cheek before it dissipated. His slap wasn't too hard, more of a forceful pat. Eyes locking with yours, Luke seemed to be gauging your reaction, waiting for you to say the words that would have him begging for your forgiveness in a matter of seconds. They never came.

Slap

"I said look at me when I'm speaking to you."

Slap

Fuck okay, that one hurt a lot more. You let out a pained yelp, lip quivering as you tried to keep yourself steady.

Slap

Luke shushed you when you tried to cry out, frowning when you flinched away from his hand--now he was just trying to caress your cheek. A small wave of regret washed over him, and a tightness in his chest pulled tighter. "Come here, it's ok," he beckoned, drawing you into a hug. You buried your face in his chest, biting back whimpers as he reassured you that you were a good girl and you were so brave and so strong for him.

"Are you ok, baby?" He whispered into your hair, wanting to know before continuing. Nodding slowly, you pulled back to look at him with misty but loving eyes, a small smile stretching across your lips.

"I trust you, you know that." Luke was a man of many curiosities, so you were somewhat acclimated to his sudden changes in wants and needs during sex--even if albeit a bit shocking at first. But deep down, you knew that he would rather stab himself with backbiter a million times rather than force you into anything.

"Love you," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. The two of you stayed quiet for a second, Luke touching you wherever he so pleased as you fell compliant under his touch. His fingers found yours, bringing one hand up to daintily kiss the back of it--a mischievous grin appearing as you met his gaze. In a split second, his hand was in your hair, tugging your head back sharply, earning a hiss in response.

"Shhh...it's ok, it's ok, baby," Luke's lips trailed down your cheek, ghosting over your neck before planting a few rougher kisses. You whimper, feeling his teeth sink into the tense skin, surely leaving a mark as he suckled and nipped. "Shh, we don't want people to hear us. Don't we?" Luke taunted you with his own deep moan, now moving onto his third mark--pulling away to look at you when he was sure your neck was going to be a nasty shade of 'Luke Purple' tomorrow morning.

"Spread your legs," he murmured, watching intently as you complied--shifting your ass and hips so that your soaking wet panties were on full display. You bit your lip shyly as Luke inhaled sharply, studying the way your squished-up belly rose and fell, the way you seemed to tremble just a little more when he took a step closer. "Good girl--You look so cute."

He grabbed your throat, forcing you to look up at him, shushing you softly, "I know, I know, It's ok, I know, shh--" A smirk danced across his face before he leaned in, kissing you deeply, fingers feeling how wet you really were. "You're so fucking wet, aren't you embarrassed, slut?" In a quick movement, his open palm collided with your clothed pussy--sending shockwaves through your body. "Shhh...Put your hand over your mouth. Be quiet, be quiet for me."

You shakily raised your hand to your mouth, chewing on the flesh of your middle as another slap morphed into a gentle stroke. "Are you gonna be quiet for me? Tell me. Tell me."

"Y-Yes, Luke," you mumbled from behind your hand. His nostrils flared as his name bounced off your tongue, such a sweet sound. "I'll be quiet for you."

"Good girl--now shut the fuck up." Luke continued to shush you as he pulled the thin cloth of your panties to the side, thumbing over your clit and dipping between your slickening folds. "Sit up there, back against the wall. Now. Good Girl. Shhh--Spread your legs for me, good girl. Just a little more, good job."

Your sizzling hot skin left behind foggy marks on the mirror behind you as you leaned back--the coolness of the glass doing little to ease the fire inside of you. A slick layer of sweat spread across your body, pooling at the small of your back. Luke continued his teasing touches, evading your pussy and instead stroking the tender flesh beside it until you squirmed. You were breathing too loudly.

"Do you want me to touch you, baby? Then be fucking quiet, ok?" The fake sweetness left an uncomfortable pit in your stomach--but it was quickly forgotten as Luke's deft fingers circled your clit, moving in all the right ways. He knew your body too well, like the back of his hand. "This is all mine. My girl, so cute," he purred, pushing up your shirt and bra in one motion, mouthing at one of your tits as he shifted his forearm. Fingers abandoning your clit, two of them slipped between your folds--teasing and brushing over your hole before abruptly plunging inside with a curl.

"You like this, yeah? Shhh--" The pace was inhuman, the sound of your wet pussy squelching around his fingers growing louder. "You look so pretty."

You threw your head back, trying to swallow back your whimpers and moans, hips rolling into Luke's touch. Gods, you didn't even realize how much stamina he had with how he plunged his fingers inside of you without even a slight change in pace. "Shut the fuck up, let me take care of you, it's ok, I promise. I promise baby," his cooing was mocking, each word dripping with a promise of something even more sinister than the tortured ministrations at hand. "I'm gonna fuck you so fucking hard. Aww, I can see it in your eyes, you want it so badly, yeah?"

"Please," you couldn't stop the words from coming out of you, and Luke was quick to silence you. At this angle, you could see his biceps flexing, the way his shoulders tensed and released--it was like a daydream. His free fist wrapped around your neck, causing you to choke on air as you struggled to swallow and gasp.

"Shh, try to be quiet, shh. Gods you're so fucking wet, you look so pretty." Somehow, he managed to up the speed even more--your toes curling and legs clamping down on his forearm as it flexed and strained to keep pleasuring you. "Do you want me to fuck you? Do you? Say it, say it."

"Y-yes, yesyesyesyes," you cried out, only for Luke to squeeze your neck even tighter. "So close, please--" He shushed you, lips smashing against yours until your teeth clanked together in the frenzy. Tears welled and spilled your eyes from the mounting pressure in your belly, so close but so fucking far--He knew just how to play you. A flicker of concern came and went from Luke's eyes, and he pressed his body closer to yours, the fabric of his old camp shirt tickling your skin.

"Shh, I know, you're freaking out, I know," Luke pressed his lips to your tear-stained cheek, "Calm down, I know, I know. I'm just fingering you, it's ok." You could hear the faintest 'Don't cry' come out with his next breath, but you honestly couldn't be certain. His hand moved up and gripped your jaw tightly, squeezing it until you couldn't help but protest the pain--prompting him to silence you with his mouth. Tongues battling, his fingers slowed their dangerous pace, coming to a gentle stroke against your fluttering walls. A bridge of saliva kept the two of you connected, pulling tight like a tension wire before snapping as Luke took a step back to admire his work. "You're so pretty--Y'want me to pet your pretty clit, yeah?"

You nodded eagerly, trying to form the right words to scream 'Yes please!' but Luke cut you off with a harsh shush as his thumb came in contact with your puffy clit. It felt like a spell was cast over you, the way you couldn't peel your eyes off of Luke's face--his eyebrows furrowed as he worked you closer and closer to your much-needed release. Your gaze was obvious, and Luke gave you a wicked grin, quickening the pace of his deft fingers until you had to choke back your whines with a bite to your knuckle.

"This is my pussy and anyone else who tries to fuck it will never be as good as me. No one will ever measure up to me, understand me?" Luke growled, curling his fingers just right so they brushed and stroked against that special spot deep within you. You couldn't help your reaction, hips bucking and chasing your orgasm that Luke just kept skirting you away from.

"Fuck, ff-fuck, Luke-"

"Shhh, calm down. I know, baby, I'm the only one who can fuck you like this, I know. Say it,” he taunted, a Cheshire grin beaming up at your half-lidded eyes. A dumb nod came naturally, but he tutted and pursed his lips in a sense of disappointment. “I said 'Say it'."

"Y-You're nghhh the o-only w'can fuck m'this way," you whimpered, weepy doe eyes looking up at him for approval. It was wholly pathetic; the tears trailing down your cheeks, the way you could barely even breathe, the way you just had so much love and adoration for the boy in front of you—denying you your release and ruining you. "Please Luke, please fuck me."

"Gods, you're such a good girl, d'y'know that?" Luke groaned, slipping his fingers out of you much to your dismay. He shushed your whiney protests, dry fingers wrapping around your throat, his thumb threatening to press down on your windpipe. “Love how you beg for me.” He was so much stronger than you, so much bigger, so fucking powerful. Two slick-covered fingers made their way up to your mouth, and you eagerly accepted them with a low moan. "That's so good, baby. Keep sucking yourself off my fingers like a little slut, yeah?"

Your pink, wet tongue licked at his two digits like one would a popsicle on a hot summer day. Drool mixed with your juices on his fingers as you gagged around them, low moans threatening to spill over. It was sloppy, your soft moans vibrating his fingers as you made eye contact with your boyfriend, needing his approval. He smiled, releasing your throat so he could knead into the flesh of your thigh, his touch hot and needy. Distracted with the show you were giving Luke, it was too late before you realized just how close his cock was to your pussy—

"Ahh—W-wait, Luke," you cried out as he slammed into you, his dick sliding down to the hilt without warning. Your pussy clenched and spasmed as you tried to adjust to the size of him, hips squirming. He didn't even stop for a second, picking up a fast and dizzying pace, fingers still hooked in your mouth. Gods, he was drilling into you so hard and it just felt so good--

"Shut the fuck up, shut up, I don't care," Luke growled, his voice heavy with need. Despite his cruel words, there was an underlying tenderness in his touch, and you could feel the intensity of him growing more fervent and unhinged with each passing second. His moans filled the room, sounds that you were only ever allowed to hear. Squelches and slaps and the sickest, wettest, most depraved noises intoxicated you--And every time he hit a particularly sensitive spot within you, you couldn't help but let out a choked cry, struggling to remain silent.

"Shut your pretty fucking mouth and be fucking quiet," he demanded, his tone laced with desperation. You gave him a weak nod, but his attention was already drawn away as he changed his angle to have a little more leverage. Moans and whines dripped from Luke's tongue like honey, oozing through the room and straight down to your clenching core. His hips swung and snapped against yours, a steady and rough pace keeping you on the tip of your toes. "I'm trying to be quiet but your pussy just feels so goddamn good,” well that was just a flat-out lie at the sheer volume that he even said it. “Does my cock make you forget all your manners?" You nodded without even thinking, lips parted as you tried to catch your breath.

"Fuck yeah," he muttered roughly, his breath hot against your cheek. You swore you could feel his cock twitching inside of you. "You want me to go faster?" he huffed, his breathing ragged. "Fuck you harder?" His voice was cracking and straining, his teeth clenching as he tried to hold back his whines and whimpers.

Without waiting for a response, he increased his pace, grinding against you with a fierce intensity. His hands dug tightly into your hips as he pulled you closer to him, moving your body for you like all you were was some fucktoy for him to use and abuse. Choking softly on his own breaths, he fucked you harder and deeper, his rhythm becoming increasingly frantic—face buried in the crook of your neck. You couldn't help but wrap an arm around him, the other keeping you stable on the counter as he rutted and bucked into you, pulling him close to you. "Luke," you breathed out, "calm, baby."

"No no no, it’s ok, shh," his voice was trembling, fighting back a moan at just hearing you say his name so sweetly. It seemed like it was more of a reminder for him less than you, to try and keep his composure for just a few minutes more. He never wanted this to end. You guided his face to look up at you, his eyes lost behind his sweaty black curls, but his lips didn't fail to connect with yours. Nipping at his bottom lip, you moaned into him--a gesture he reciprocated eagerly. He couldn't even pull away, letting out a muffled, "'m so fuckin' close, baby. Wan' you t'cum on me--fuck, cum on my cock, baby."

“Mmmm so close,” you moaned in agreement, rolling your hips to meet his. “Please touch me, Luke.” You didn’t have to ask twice, his fingers shooting down to the junction where the two of you were connected. A rough pad dragged across your clit—rubbing almost as frantically as his hips slammed into you, your head dropping back in pure ecstasy. You were so fucking close, so close, just a little more…

He didn't scold you for how loud you were getting, he didn't even falter when your thighs began to shake and your nails dug into the flesh of his shoulders until the skin broke. And he didn't stop—fucking you right through your orgasm, feeling your walls spasming around his cock, how your legs drew him in closer. Stuttered words of encouragement flooded from his mouth, but most were swallowed up and lost amongst his needy moans and grunts. His pace became erratic, shoving you back hard as one hand braced the wall and the other clawed into your hip. You yelped and shuddered, all of the stimulation crashing down on you at that moment as your pussy twitched, weeping for Luke.

“Hah-ah, fffuucckk,” Luke whimpered into your ear, hips stuttering for half a second. "'m g'na mmmm...ahh--" He dropped his facade entirely, no longer trying to hide how his voice went 3 octaves whenever he came, eyebrows pinched together to stop himself from just melting away into the floor. The heat of him coated your walls, struggling to fit inside of you with him still taking up most of the tight space. His lips trembled as he tried his best to regain some composure, rutting his hips into you deeply once more--just to feel all of you. You whined in return, arms wrapped tightly around his neck as he continued to pump into you slowly.

“Look so fucking pretty right now,” he whispered, slowing his hips to a halt after a long, torturous minute. His lips found yours, muffling your groan as he pulled out of you—the sudden emptiness was always a disappointment. You would keep him inside you all the time if it was up to you. To make matters worse, he freed himself of your iron grip, pulling away from your lips with a heavy panting shaking his chest.

It was like seeing a goddess' true form for the first time--the way your soft tummy rose and fell with each of your breaths, your lips parted and covered in drool and saliva, knees bent, toes curled as you posed there; your abused, cum-filled pretty little pussy spread open like the forbidden fruit that Tantalus could only dream of tasting. You looked like a fucking masterpiece.

Silent, Luke sank to his knees, lost in the sight of you for only a second before hooking his arms around your thighs--dragging your ass to the end of the vanity. His flat tongue ran from bottom to top, collecting your mixed releases with a certain gentleness. You whimpered as his tongue pressed and swirled around your clit, the sensations of your last orgasm still not fully settled yet. "You are such a good girl," Luke murmured between licks. "You are so pretty, you look so fucking cute, you're adorable."

His dark eyes looked up to meet yours, locking in as he suckled and lapped at your core. With hesitation, you reached out a hand gingerly, finding a tuft of curls to reside in--earning a purr of approval from your boyfriend.

"I'm so proud of you," he whispered, suddenly pulling his mouth off of you so he could press a gentle kiss to the junction of your thigh and pelvis. His eyes glanced up to peer at you--seeing your gentle smile made his heart flutter and grow three sizes. A soft trail of kisses made its way to your knee, his arms still supporting you, his nose nuzzling against the soft and damp skin. "You did so good today, I'm so fucking proud of you, baby."

"I know, Luke, I know. I'm proud of you too."

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan smut #luke castellan #pjo tv show #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson

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sixstepsaway · 6 months

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so here's the thing

i've seen a bunch of people say on twitter and stuff how... ed's behavior is very abusive and his anger is dangerous and he isn't romantic lead material because of it

and i get where they're coming from

but to me the main issue isn't putting ed in the position of a romantic lead, but not crafting the narrative around his characterization so that it allows for a spicy romantic pirates-in-love narrative instead of...whatever this is.

i'm going to try and explain this. idk if i'll do well but i'll try

the way she show presents stede is as an innocent baby who isn't really equipped for pirate life. he goes into a fugue/disassociative state whenever there's any real violence, apparently, and needs protecting by other characters when things get too rough - for example when ed is telling ned lowe not to take the poker to stede.

that's fine! it's honestly adorable to see a masc character being so soft around the edges and being protected by other characters this way.

(i'm not going to touch on stede's... eh... not great characterization this season rn)

then there's izzy, who is shown as a bit violent, a bit rough around the edges. he's more likely to draw a sword or throw a punch or hit someone with a chair or take a punch like a champ. violence is just part of life for him and that's okay, it just Is, from small things like smacking stede on the ass to bigger things like being wall slammed, it's not all that big or bad for violence to happen around and with him, he tends to give as good as he gets (there's some nuance here but i'm talking the macro themes not the micro of what izzy does vs is done to him)

and finally there's ed

ed is presented as violent (stabbing knives at guys, telling fang to use the snail fork etc) and used to a life of violence, and then in season 2 he's presented as really violent, his anger coming out in dangerous and terrifying ways

and frankly, i'd be super into it if he and izzy were the main ship and that twisted dynamic from the first two episodes of s2 was explored and fleshed out into something deeper

friends to enemies to lovers who fight and fuck. angry pirates who lay hands on each other, who break the whole ship with each other in the heat of passion.

except instead, s2 gives us... abuse. it gives us izzy cringing and lowering his head and trying to protect the kids crew from ed's angry outbursts.

so when stede comes back and he's still soft around the edges and ed headbutts him and it's deliberate, it's... not a great look, and the vibes are a bit skewed

if stede fought back, if when ed struck out at him he struck back, if they fought rather than it being one-sided, if it was friends to enemies to lovers and not presented as healthy, but maybe they can work their way there, who knows, maybe even more like anne bonnie and mary read because hey, they were doing something very similar?

except they were both into it. they were both enjoying the fighting and the fucking and the burning down the house.

stede's not enjoying it.

i cannot describe how much i hate this sequence just because of the way stede flinches

anne and mary don't!! mary jumps at the unexpected bang but she doesnt flinch, she doesn't cover her face like she thinks the vase will be coming for her not the wall and anne? looks so into it

and the thing is that in real life, no, you don't want to date someone who throws shit around, or headbutts you

but in fiction when it's two fucked up people doing this shit together like anne and mary?

that can be fun.

but instead what we've been given is stede flinching and apologizing to ed and then all of ed's...what, semi-redemption???? is done away from the other collection of people he abused, and then he spends some time on a fishing boat wearing a dog collar and everything is fine because he's good now and won't be doing anything bad ever again

and it's just... poor writing. the vibes are rancid.

i spent a really big chunk of time between s1 and s2 defending ed. i kept saying how what he did to izzy by making him eat his toe wasn't abuse, it was a one-off and abuse isn't a one-off thing it's a pattern, and then s2 made it a pattern.

explicitly. explicitly a pattern.

not just one toe but three.

jim saying "you're in an unhealthy relationship with blackbeard"

and all ed offered izzy was a "sorry about your leg" which might've been fine if izzy survived and they could work on this more, but instead that's all the apology and closure izzy will ever get

ed threw a chair and a vase and made stede flinch in fear and stede was right to do that. what part of any of this implies this will never happen again? that stede won't press the wrong button at some point and be on the receiving end? none of it

and if we'd been presented with a s2 stede bonnet who could handle himself and stand up for himself and fight back, then maybe i could imagine that turning into a weird sexy fucked up anne/mary like thing and maybe that could be why they put that episode in, but instead it feels like that episode was going, "look, see, ed's violence is fine because these two are fine with it with each other"

but stede isn't

ed and izzy or ed and stede in an unhealthy battle of a relationship could be such a fun, interesting and downright sexy thing to watch unfold on tv, and could honestly end somewhere far more down the chill end of the spectrum, but that's not what we've been given here

i cannot argue that ed isn't an abuser anymore, and not just of izzy but of the whole crew. he terrified frenchie.

it's not good writing to try and lean into the idea that ed and the pirates are violent and live a life of violence, so it's okay that ed's been violent, while simultaneously presenting his violence as traumatic and abusive, and then less than three episodes later saying oh it's fine now, he's just a little meow meow who can do no wrong, see?

especially considering they had him murdering people at the end of the season. and sure, you can say the english are just cannon fodder and they dont 'count', but they did before. ed explicitly did not kill before, and that included the english, or the spanish, or anyone else. so either they count or they don't, but flipping him on a dime makes no sense.

ALSO

having ed be the son of an abusive man who threw plates at his mother and made her cringe and then having ed kill his father to protect his mother and then a season later having ed become the kind of man who throws chairs and vases and makes his love interest cringe is, again, not bloody optimal

i want to say again i dont CARE about tv always presenting healthy relationships or tv always giving us aspirational goals. i want messy fucked up dynamics and terrible people making terrible choices, and still, to this day, i fucking love ed teach. i would honestly love to have seen them continue with ed's darkness and bring stede into it and see where they went with that, to have stede kill ned lowe and not just bury his feelings in ed but get off on it, enjoy the violence, and see where that led, but no

and so instead all we end up with is a protagonist who is being set up for a lifetime of abuse from an intimate partner, and a romantic lead who abuses his love interests (and yes. izzy is a love interest, he is set up like one and positioned like one and treated like one), frightens his love interests with his violence, is erratic and most of all inconsistently written. he was so sorry about scaring fang as though he hadn't been deliberately terrifying the whole crew for fuck knows how long? what?!

the whole fandom has spent so long saying, "no no, i know stede bonnet irl was a slave owner, but ofmd is using the names and not any real piracy, it's more disney piracy, you know? so that kind of stuff doesnt exist!" and then they flipped around and went "blackbeard is blackbeard and so he is evil and does all these horrible things" and i dont know how to rationalize the two sides of that because it feels so out of place

i'm getting rambly, this isnt a particularly well constructed thought process, i just feel like we were robbed both of a toxic, violent relationship that could be fun to see explored on tv and a soft and sweet love story between two middle aged men exploring their first loves in one fell swoop and there's no way for s3 to bring either of those things back because they got utterly torpedoed by making ed a horrible person

ugh

#ofmd critical #i hate that i'm using this tag now :c #edward teach #ed teach #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #our flag means death #ofmd spoilers #ofmd meta #i guess #izzy hands #stede bonnet

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thedevilspearl · 11 months

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are they a dom or a sub — brothers & dateables

a/n: i’ve seen dom/sub headcanons floating around since the dawn of time and now it’s my turn. these are my headcanons (spoiler alert: most of them are switches) and i want you to know that it’s okay to have differing opinions, and i’m 100% down to discuss your versions with you, just be nice about it loll this is all just for fun <3

tags: all brothers + dateables, no explicit smut but consistent discussion of dom/sub dynamics so minors do not interact!

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 ➛ switch but dom–leaning. as a sub, he is so good and soft. it’s a way for him to accept and nurture his vulnerability with someone he trusts. but as a heavily dominant person, he takes on the dominant role most of the time — though, there are many times he prefers no dynamics of the sort and to just have sex as him and you. but going back to his dom side, he can range from hard to soft and it depends on many factors: his mood, your mood, the time of day, how much energy he has, if you two are alone etc. he does either really well, but he prefers to be a soft dom because he craves soft loving and intimacy over rough and lustful sex. but i will mention, as a hard dom, he loves a challenge so do him a favour and be as bratty as you can be.

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍 ➛ he is exactly in the middle as a switch. he’s neither dom nor sub–leaning, but perfectly balanced. and similar to lucifer, it all depends on his mood and the atmosphere. as a sub, he’s quite bratty. very moany and loves to feel pain (though, not too much). he has his softer subby moments, but he’s mostly a bratty sub and loves to be tamed (and punished). but as a dom, he would mostly act as a soft dom, or somewhere in between soft and hard, never going into full hard dom mode. don’t get me wrong, he loves rough and nasty sex but he can do all that without being a hard dom. he’s also massively into dirty talk and teasing, so even when he’s a soft dom, you’ll get glimpses of his harder, meaner, dirtier side even if it never comes into full fruition.

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 ➛ we’re all convinced levi is sub–leaning, even he is. but i believe his dynamic can change greatly. he starts as a sub because he feels more comfortable with someone else taking the lead while he’s learning what he likes and dislikes, and also what you like and dislike. but his subby–ness can get repetitive and unexciting really quickly. he may be a brat sometimes and would prefer punishments like orgasm denial or no touching over pain–inflicting punishments. but most of the time as a sub, he is so good and sweet, obeying every order like a zealous golden puppy who worships you. later on, he explores his dominant side and he is fully committed to being a soft dom. sex with dom levi is like having sex with your best friend; he’s always praising you and asking if you’re doing okay. he can still be rough (and mean, if you ask for it), but that only makes him eager to be more affectionate.

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍 ➛ is a switch but let’s talk about his dom side since we all love to think about rough, mean dom satan. he can be a soft dom and i do headcanon him as one, but he is better suited in the role of a hard dom, particularly when he needs to release his pent up frustration. he needs someone who can take all of his rough, mean energy whilst also accepting his genuinely caring and affectionate side. what i mean to say is, during sex, you would mostly see hard dom satan, but afterwards, it’s nothing but soft and loving dom satan to take care of you. as a sub, he also also better suited as a hard sub. he wants you to test his limits. make him cry. make him scream. make him beg for more and make him beg you to stop. he wants you to treat him in a way no one else would dare to treat him and he very reluctantly wants to be put in place.

𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐒 ➛ hard dom and hard sub for asmo are a no–no. the hardest he will go is calling you mean names (but they’re somehow always mixed in with praise), maybe spanking and a little bit of hair pulling. oh, and he does love to see you cry. rough sex is fine but with the way he speaks to you so softly and teasingly, it can hardly be considered rough, even when you’re brought to tears. if you want to see dom asmo, be prepared for him to always be a soft dom. as a sub, he may lean towards some harder things, but again, no matter how kinky or experimental sex with asmo is, he has his charming ways and it will turn out soft in the end. he’s kinky but he’s soft mostly all the way. and i would say he is more dom–leaning as a switch. sex is his expertise (sexpertise?) so he prefers to guide the way in the bedroom.

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁 ➛ dom/sub dynamics aren’t that important to beel but when it does play a part in sex, he is most naturally dom–leaning. sub beel has never crossed my mind and it probably never will. even if you are in control, he just can’t find himself in a sub mindset. but if it were the other way around, he could potentially slip into a dom mindset. beel is the demon most in touch with his animalistic nature, and that’s why it’s easier for him to be a dom. i would not categorise him as either hard or soft but rather just someone who likes to be in control sometimes. he can give you a good, hard fucking, but that doesn’t mean he’s a hard dom. he can also be a lot more gentle, and that doesn’t mean he’s a soft dom either. it’s hard to label him specifically, so i’ll leave beel as dom–leaning.

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑 ➛ belphie as a sub is a dream. he is so whiny and bratty, just imagine how he moans....i just know he makes himself sound especially pathetic when he’s in his subby persona. he likes being slapped, he likes being brought to tears. but he’s a switch and as a dom, he loves to do those exact same things to you. he can be quite confusing as a dom because he is soft and slow in his movements, very rarely fucking you fast and hard. but it’s in his words and sadistic behaviour where his hard dom shines. so physically, he’s a soft dom. but mentally, he’s all up in his hard dom space. he’s also the type of dom that will demand sex whenever and wherever he needs it which definitely boosts his hard dom side. he’s so mean with his words but he’s caressing your face and wiping your tears at the same time. dom belphie to you is exactly how he wants you to be with him when he’s a sub.

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐎 ➛ the demon lord is probably the biggest (or second biggest after mammon) switch in the entirety of obey me. he is a flip–flop in the making. he can bounce from one end of the spectrum to the other in an instant. his dom/sub dynamic is literally so dynamic that it gives you whiplash. with most switches, if they begin the session as a sub, they will most likely finish as a sub. but dia can switch during sex, going from dom to sub or vice versa. maybe even switching three or four times, depending on how long you go at it with him. he can go from hard to soft and soft to hard. he knows how to read the room, how to read you and because his mood is so changeable, you need to be able to read him too. sex with dia requires a whole lot of understanding and chemistry. if you don’t have it, the sex can be too confusing that it becomes unenjoyable. but if you do have it, then it will be the best sex you’ll ever have.

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒 ➛ he is another one that i rarely see as a sub, if at all. i don’t think barbatos has any strong sexual preferences or kinks in general. and while they do exist, sex just isn’t a huge ordeal to him. but during those times when he is excited to experiment with sex, he would be a dom. he can be a soft dom but i don’t think he’d be particularly good at it, mediocre at best. he would excel more as a hard dom. he’s the type of person who will have a dark and rough sexual side, but is wholly soft and affectionate outside of the bedroom. he’s a dom but if you wanted to be the dom, he wouldn’t mind acting as a sub — just know he wouldn’t enjoy is as much. but, he also wouldn’t mind having to compete with another dom until one of you submits; that would be fun.

𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍 ➛ now this angel can confuse you at first but first impressions are always deceiving. dom/sub dynamics are not heavily implemented into his simeon’s sexual preferences but i must say, when they do come out, it is absolutely stellar. simeon is a dom, a soft dom most of the time but every now and then, he’ll show himself as a hard dom. it’s very rare but it’s the kind of thing that lingers in your brain for weeks after it happens. even if you beg him to give you that mean and nasty sex, he won’t do it unless he decides to, or when he feels the need to. but as a predominantly soft dom, he is sweet and caring, a little bit of a tease (read: a lot) who loves to test your limits but in a gentle way. he can be subby at times, but he prefers to guide the sex as a soft, gentle dom or have sex with no dom/sub dynamics over being the sub.

𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍 ➛ i think he’s lived long enough to have a very aged libido. it’s hard for him to be excited about sex until you come along and it’s just like having sex for the first time. he’s discovering his sexual preferences, old and new, with you and he is steadily paced with his experimentation. i want to say he’s a switch but i also believe he doesn’t enjoy being a sub much. so he would definitely try being a sub, but will learn that he is more suited to the dominant role. he’s spent so long being powerful and almost uncontrollable, so being out of control upsets his personality. as a dom, he is quite balanced and i think he mostly relies on your preferences and moods. he finds it hard to decide for himself so if you want it hard, he’ll give it to you hard. and if you want it soft, he’ll give you all the love in the world.

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soulofapatrick · 5 months

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Falling Into You - Stiles Stilinski x Female Reader

Summary: you and stiles finally give into your unknown crush on each other

Words: 2.6K

Warning: Heated makeout session; if you squint there's dry humping

Y/N’s POV

Living with Stiles has been far from boring. Ever since my dad was killed and my younger brother - Isaac - went to live with Derek, Sheriff Noah Stilinski graciously opened his home to me. That meant living with Stiles too, and let me tell you, it has been anything but dull. Stiles has this knack for turning even the most mundane day into a storytelling session filled with the antics he and Scott get up to.

I’ve grown to love it here. The Stilinski house is like a second home, and the sheriff is like a second dad to me. He’s been incredibly supportive, especially during the tough times. And then there’s Stiles. He’s… well, he’s Stiles. Quirky, witty and always wearing that mischievous grin.

Lately, though, something’s shifted. I’ve caught myself stealing glances at Stiles when he’s not looking. His passion for solving mysteries, his loyalty to his friends—there’s something undeniably endearing about him. Maybe it’s the way he cares for everyone around him, or the way he throws himself into every insane situation without hesitation. But it's more than that. There's a warmth in his laughter, a genuineness in his concern, that makes my heart flutter a bit faster. And as much as I try to ignore it, I can't deny that a crush has been slowly blossoming.

Living under the same roof, it’s hard to keep these feelings under wraps. I find myself wanting to spend more time around him, hoping for moments where it’s just the two of us, away from the chaotic everyday that is Beacon Hills. Yet, I’m also terrified. What if he doesn’t feel the same way? What if it ruins our friendship or makes things awkward while living with him?

Stiles is currently sat cross legged on my bed, looking so engrossed in whatever supernatural mystery he's delving into. His dedication is admirable, even if it means sacrificing proper posture for the sake of research. I can't help but steal glances at him every now and then, admiring the furrow in his brow as he concentrates.

I wish I could tell him how I feel. But the fear of ruining what we currently have, the fear of changing the dynamic between us, it’s suffocating. So instead, I go back to focusing on my assignment, the words blurring on the page as my thought drift back to him.

The room is quiet except for the clicking of keys and the occasional muttered comment from Stiles. As I sit at my desk, trying to concentrate on the assignment in front of me, my mind wandering again—this time an entirely different scenario and it’s one that feels both exhilarating and terrifying.

I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to set aside the fear and uncertainty, to sit next to Stiles and lean in, closing the distance between us. What would it be like to press my lips against Stiles’? Would they be as soft as they look, as warm as his laugh? My heart races at the mere thought, a flurry of emotions dancing within me.

I picture the moment vividly: closing the space between us, feeling the warmth of his breath mingling with mine, and the anticipation before our lips meet. I imagine his hands, tentative yet steady, finding their place on my skin, maybe on the curve of my cheek or the small of my back. How would it feel to have his touch ignite a thousand sparks, to feel the electricity between us?

There’s a mix of longing and hesitation, the desire to experience that connection, yet the fear of disrupting the comfortable equilibrium we've found in our friendship. But in my mind's eye, it's a beautiful chaos—a leap into the unknown, a chance to explore something deeper, something that might exist beyond our late-night conversations and shared moments.

Before I can continue imagining me and Stiles the said boy breaks my thoughts, “Hey Y/N! Come here,” He speaks, excitement in his voice but his eyes never once leaving the screen.

I force myself out of the reverie, blinking away the vivid daydreams as Stiles called out to me. His excitement is palpable, contagious even, and I push aside the rush of emotions to focus on the present.

I rise from my chair, feeling a strange mix of anticipation and nervousness as I make my way to where Stiles is seated. He’s still hunched over the laptop, his attention entirely captured by the screen. With a careful step, I settle on the bed behind him, leaning over him enough to rest my chin on his shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of what’s got him so intrigued.

His warmth seeps through the fabric of his shirt, radiating against my chest, a sensation I try desperately to ignore. The scent that envelopes me—a blend of old books, faint traces of motor oil and a lingering hint of coffee—should be distracting, but it’s oddly comforting. It’s quintessentially Stiles, a unique combination that feels inexplicably familiar and reassuring.

I glance at the screen, feigning interest in whatever supernatural phenomenon has grabbed his attention. But truthfully, my focus wavers between trying to understand what he’s showing me and the proximity between us. His presence feels magnetic, drawing me in, yet I fight the urge to let my thoughts drift into forbidden territory.

“Look at this,” He exclaims, pointing to a section on the screen. His enthusiasm is infectious, and for a moment, I forget the inner turmoil, getting lost in his excitement.

Stiles is engrossed in explaining something on the screen, his energy palpable. I try my best to keep up, nodding along as he talks, but the proximity between us amplifies every emotion within me.

Suddenly, he turns his head, excitement lighting up his russet eyes as he tries to make a point. His words trail off mid-sentence, and in that suspended moment, our faces are unexpected close. I feel his breath, warm against my skin, a sensation that sends a shiver down my spine.

As if in slow motion, I notice every tiny detail—the freckles scattered across his pale skin, the way his eyes dart down to my lips for the briefest moment before meeting my gaze again. My breath catches in my throat, and I’m sure he can heart the erratic beat of my heart. There's a shift in the air, an unspoken tension that crackles between us. His cheeks flush with colour, a shade of red that matches the intensity of my own emotions. I can't tear my gaze away from him, from the way his eyes flicker between mine and the way his lips part, as if searching for words that elude him.

For a moment, time seems suspended, our silent exchange speaking volumes. I feel a surge of courage and vulnerability intertwine within me, a silent plea for something more, a leap into the unknown.

But just as quickly as the moment arrives, it slips away. Stiles blinks, breaking the trance, and clears his throat, shifting slightly away. "Um, sorry, got carried away there," he stammers, his voice a tad higher than usual.

The air feels charged with an awkward tension, heavy with the weight of unspoken words. I try to ease the discomfort by standing up, intending to head back to my desk and salvage what’s left of our usual camaraderie. But before I can even take a step, Stiles’ hand shoots out, wrapped around my wrist in a swift motion that catches me off guard.

Caught off guard by the sudden proximity, I stumble and practically find myself in Stiles's lap. His warmth envelopes me, and for a moment, our heartbeats synchronise in a chaotic rhythm that seems to echo the unspoken emotions between us.

Stiles’ eyes lock onto mine, a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability swirling within their depths. His tongue darts out to wet his pretty pink lips, a nervous gesture that betrays the intensity of the moment. Before I can fully comprehend what’s happening, his hand finds the back of my neck, drawing me closer.

In that heartbeat before our lips meet, the world around us seems to still. His touch sends a surge of electricity through me, igniting a fire that I didn’t know was simmering within. And then, finally, our lips touch in a kiss that feels both anticipated and inevitable.

As our embrace intensifies, the laptop becomes a mere afterthought, pushed aside to make way for the burgeoning heat between us. Stiles's movements are deliberate, his hands finding my hips with a confident touch, guiding me to straddle his lap as our bodies mold together.

The kiss deepens, the connection between us sparking a newfound intensity. Stiles’ hands, warm against my skin, slip under the fabric of my teeshirt, sending shivers cascading down my spine. His touch is electric, fingers tracing patterns along my hips, a gentle yet possessive hold that ignites a fire within me. I tangle my fingers in his messy hair, feeling the soft strands between my fingertips as I tilt his head back slightly, deepening the kiss. There’s a dominance in his action, a confidence that surprises me but also excites me in ways I hadn’t anticipated.

His lips move with purpose, fervent and seeking, a silent demand for more as our breaths mingle in the shared space between us. Each movement, each touch, feels like an unspoken confession of desires long kept hidden.

My heart races as I lean into him, relishing the sensation of his lips against mine, the way his body responds to my touch. And as I lose myself in the passion of the moment, it becomes clear that Stiles, despite his usual playful demeanour, possesses a commanding presence that takes my breath away.

As the intensity of the moment heightens, Stiles’ touch remains both from and reassuring, his hands guiding me with a tenderness that contrasts his newfound dominance. With a gentle yet firm pressure, his long, nimble fingers press against my back, coaxing me to lower myself onto him. There’s an undeniable pull in his touch, drawing me closer until I’m lying atop him, our chests pressing together in a shared rhythm. Our breaths mingle in the small space between y=us, the heat of the moment making the air around us feel charged.

His chest rises and falls with each breath, syncing with mine, creating an unspoken harmony. The sensation of our bodies pressed together sends jolt through me, an electric current that ignites every nerve ending.

As I rest against him, feeling the steady thud of his heartbeat against mine, a rush of emotions floods over me—desire mingled with a newfound intimacy, vulnerability meshed with a sense of comfort in this uncharted territory.

Stiles's gaze holds a mixture of passion and tenderness, a silent understanding passing between us in the shared silence. His fingers trace gentle patterns along my back, a gesture that speaks volumes, conveying a reassurance amidst the fervour of the moment. His lips part as if to speak but instead, in a very Stiles fashion, a torrent of words spill out in a hurried stream.

“I-I've wanted to do this for so long, and I'm sorry, I should've asked, I mean, I wanted to ask, but then this moment happened, and I just... I didn't want to ruin it, but I should’ve—" He babbles, the words tumbling out faster than I can comprehend. His apology mixes with an admission that he’s wanted this as much as I have, and amidst his rambling, I can’t help but laugh softly, finding the sudden flood of words endearing.

Before his apologies and explanations can continue, I decide to silence him the best way I know how. With a gentle yet decisive motion, I cup his face in both hands, capturing his lips in a kiss that speaks volumes, stealing away his words and replacing them with the silent language of our shared desires.

The kiss is deliberate interruption, a way to convey everything I’ve been feeling in a single moment. It’s a tender yet firm assertion, an assurance that words are unnecessary amidst the eloquence of our connection.

As our lips meet, I feel a shift in the air, the nervous energy dissipating into something more serene. Stiles’ initial surprise melts into a reciprocated warmth, and soon, the kiss becomes a dance of shared affection and unspoken apologies. In that suspended moment, the kiss becomes a story of its own—a narrative of unspoken emotions conveyed through the gentle meeting of our lips. Stiles's initial surprise gives way to a newfound ease, his lips molding against mine with a familiarity that feels surprisingly natural yet exhilaratingly new.

His touch, tender yet assured, ignites a cascade of sensations. His hands explore, tracing the contours of my back, sending tingles racing along my skin. There’s a delicate balance in his touch, a mix of reverence and longing that speaks volumes about the dept of his emotions.

As our kiss deepens, I’m enveloped in a whirlwind of emotions. Stiles’ lips against mine feel like a discovery—a blend of softness and fervour, an unspoken language that surpasses any verbal communication. Each movement of our lips is a revelation, a testament to the unspoken connection between us. His closeness has a gravitational pull, drawing me in and enveloping me in a sense of security and desire. In this moment, I feel cherished, desired, and seen in a way that goes beyond mere words.

The intensity of our kiss, a universe of emotions contained within, is abruptly interrupted by the jarring ring of Stiles’ phone. Startled, we break apart, a shared groan escaping both of us as the moment fractures, replacing by the intrusion of reality. Stiles fumbles for his phone, his expression a mix of frustration and resignation. With a sigh, he answers and puts it on speaker, revealing Scott’s urgent voice on the other end, asking if Stiles had found any leads.

As Stiles responds to Scott’s inquiries, I take the opportunity to sit back up, adjusting my position so that I’m straddling his waist. The shift seems to catch Stiles of guard, his breath hitching slightly, and I can feel the bulge pressing against my ass. I watch as Stiles bites his lip, a subtle attempt to suppress any involuntary sounds, his focus divided between the phone call and me, shifting on his lap. His eyes meet mine for a fleeting moment, and I can see a hint of frustration at the interruption, mixed with a smouldering intensity that sends a thrill through me.

Leaning closer, I offer an apologetic smile, silently acknowledging the disruption but unable to resist teasing him but grinding my hips against his, pretending to get more comfortable on his lap. I notice the way his breath catches again and his hands dart for my hips unsure if they want to stop my hips or help me roll them against that growing bulge.

“Sh-shit,” A moan escapes him and Scott falls silent as Stiles’ cheeks bloom a pretty shade of red, “Fuck, I gotta go, talk later.” And with that Stiles is hanging up, practically throwing his phone on the floor and in one quick moment has us flipped over so I’m laying underneath him.

“Hi.” I breathe quietly, an ache between my legs.

“Don’t you ‘hi’ me you little tease.” He grumbles, leaning on his elbows either side of my head.

“What you gonna do about it?” I challenge, loving the gleam in his eyes.

Stiles chuckles softly, his eyes dancing with mischief as he leans closer, his breath brushing against my lips.

"Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what you've started."

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shawnxstyles · 1 year

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needy girl

DATE: APRIL 27, 2023

summary: harry left you in subspace this morning, leaving you very needy. when you get the courage to walk into his home office and ask for a few things, harry makes sure to give them to you.

request: yesss

words: 4.4k

warnings: SMUT ([f- receiving deep-throating, fingering, finger-sucking], [m- receiving oral], cock-thumping, praise kink, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, unprotected sex, mentions of aftercare), fluff, and language? porn with little to no plot people

note: i LOVE dd/lg, so i’m so glad i got this request. i love daddy!harry, so don’t be afraid to request this more! also, sooo sorry i’ve been so busy!! life just gets like that sometimes. NOT EDITED.

(not famous) dom!harry x sub!reader

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harry was in his office all day.

you wanted to stay out of his way, like he asked you to while he worked, but it was getting harder as the hours passed. he left the bed this morning at eight a.m. sharp, which is early for him since he was staying home today. a couple times a week, he would go into the office and stay there for most of the day, leaving you lonely in his enormous house. but today, he stayed home and did his busy work on his computer.

when he left the bed this morning, he dragged a certain heat with him that left you colder than ever. the night before was luxurious and lovely, but the morning after was the complete opposite. you knew somewhere deep inside of you he didn’t mean for it to be that way, but your desires were overruling.

you needed him.

the needy place in between your thighs ached for the man on your mind, the one who was completely distracted and too engrossed into his work to notice. no matter how much you wanted to, you refused to touch yourself. you knew that was one of his biggest rules, and you only wanted to be a good girl for harry, so you didn’t. as your imagination and wanting for harry consumed you, your sleep shorts became soaked with your arousal because you hadn’t been wearing any underwear since last night.

by the early evening, you were too impatient. you had been a good girl all day, and you felt as though you deserved to talk to harry now. although at this point, he wasn’t harry; the only name on your mind was daddy daddy daddy.

you walked down the staircase in your sleep shorts and harry’s t-shirt with determination. however, when you reached his office door, nerves cascaded throughout your body, overthinking. but like all day, your wants and desires pushed you to pursue.

carefully, you pushed open the cracked door of his office, sneakily peeking inside. you gaze at harry: leaned back in his black leather chair, fingers pinching his bottom lip in deep thought as his eyebrows furrow at his computer screen.

you release a shuddered breath at the sight, thighs clenching unconsciously together to ease the pounding ache of your clit. harry’s head peers to the door at the noise, eyes instantly softening at the sight of his angel. with a wave of his hand, he beckons you to come in and you slowly pad across the wooden floors to get to him.

“waitin’ for you to come down here, darlin’,” he spoke with a soft smile. you blushed as you bit your lip. standing by his desk, your hands instinctively go towards your mouth to gnaw on your nails in anxiety. you wanted him—no needed him—so badly, it hurt. you needed his touch, but you specifically needed to be filled. in more ways than one. “don’t do that, love.”

you’ve always had a fascination with the mouth. when you were a baby, you sucked on your thumb. as you grew up, you began biting your nails because sucking your own thumb was too childish. harry knew that it was a nervous tick and he hated seeing you so anxious, so he always reminded you softly to stop. you appreciated it, even if you never broke the habit.

however, the habit turned into more. the more that your relationship grew with harry, the more you two explored. every time he touched your mouth, it sent a thrilling shock straight down to your clit. you loved the feeling of his cock stuffed down your throat while he fucked your face. you loved when he forced you to taste yourself on his fingers after he just made you come. just the thought of him in your mouth made your thoughts spiral and your desires grow even stronger within you.

“sorry, daddy,” you mumbled, hesitatingly ripping your nails from your mouth. your teeth pulled at the skin of your inner lip. raising an eyebrow, he licks his lips knowingly.

“daddy, huh?” he pushes out his chair, facing his body towards you. you slowly make your way over to him until he’s yanking you into his lap.

usually, he wore a full suit, even when he was home, but today, he was just wearing a white button up with some black slacks. he was delectable as ever, making it harder for you to stay so complacent when the heat radiating off of him was unbelievably close to you.

“what d’you need, babylove?” straddling his lap, harry caressed your head, smoothing gently over your hair. you melted into his touch, closing your eyes for a moment. “look at me.”

you didn’t hesitate to listen, eyes shooting open to stare at his, which were spotted with black in a swirl of green. your heart thumped wildly.

“need you, daddy,” you practically purred when one of his hands drifted down to your waist to keep you steady.

“i see that, baby,” his eyes wander up and down your figure, sending goosebumps up your spine. “but what d’you need from me, darlin’?”

“need to be full,” you whine as his hand cups your cheek, his thumb dangerously close to your mouth. you nearly drool from how close he is.

“ah,” he tsks.

“please, daddy. i’ve been such a good girl. waited all day for you,” pleading, you instinctively ride up on his lap to get closer to him, causing him to inhale sharply. “left me alone this morning.”

harry frowns slightly, recalling back to this morning when he left you for a meeting. no matter how much of his life was work, it didn’t stand a chance to you. yeah, work was his life, but you were his everything. you being in his bed this morning was the reason he was able to get out of it and get through the day. and the fact that he left you, especially when you were so vulnerable and he didn’t know, makes him feel awful.

“that’s right, isn’t it? you waited all day, so you didn’t disturb me. daddy’s been a bit of a twat, hasn’t he?” you can’t help the little giggle that escapes you, which causes a small smile to appear on harry’s face that he saves for you and only you.

his thumb trails down to your bottom lip, flipping it back and seeing the teeth marks along the inside. he rubs over the scars before tucking his thumb pass your teeth. you look at harry for permission before doing anything.

“go ahead, doll. suck,” your lips don’t hesitate to close around it, eyes fluttering closed as you suck. your tongue laps and licks around, and you even bob your head a bit in satisfaction. harry sighs from the receiving end, struggling to breathe with you sucking the life out of his thumb.

“what else d’you want, angel? know you didn’t come all the way down here for jus’ that.”

like you said, you truly just wanted to be filled. no matter how he was filling you; with his cock or his fingers, you just needed something of his to keep you…full. you feel so empty.

your teeth scrape across his knuckle as the tip of his finger hits your throat. you whimper, loving the feeling. he always knows when and how to move so you can feel the most pleasure as possible. your tummy tingles at the rough texture rubbing against your tongue.

but he pulls away all too fast.

before you can whine, he speaks, “answer me. you know i don’t like to repeat myself, baby.”

“i w-want you inside of me,” you stutter. you’ve always had trouble asking for what you want, but with harry, you’re getting better. with harry, you were a better person—the best version of yourself.

“want what? my fingers? my tongue? my cock?” another whine elicits from your throat at his explicitness. you clench your slick thighs that he can definitely feel through his slacks. “ah, so you want m’cock?”

“y-yes, daddy,” you’ll never not want his cock.

he smirks. “since you’re such a good girl, i think i’ll jus’ have to give it to you.”

gently, he pushes you to the edge of his lap and zips down his slacks. you watch him with stars in your eyes, biting your lip in anticipation. his boxers appear in view and your hands shoot to them. without asking, you pull them down and watch harry’s hard-on spring out. he sighs when your chilled thumb rubs along his drippy tip.

“where do you want me, darlin’?” his voice is raspy with lust, eyes pitch black. the depth of his tone never ceases to turn you on. you notice his fists clenching on the armrests of his chair, knuckles white.

your mouth aches for something, feeling nothing but empty since his finger left. “mouth, daddy.”

when he nods once, you slip down his lap and onto the wooden floor. your knees are going to hate you later tonight, but right now you don’t care. one of his thick hands laces within your hair and guides your head down to his cock.

“breathe,” he instructs as your mouth consumes his tip.

your tongue swirls along his veins, exploring every inch that you’ve memorized at this point. every vein and ridge is etched in your memory so well that you can see it with your eyes closed. you feel yourself grow impossibly damper as you lower yourself more.

his tip nudges the back of your throat and he groans deeply above you. your stomach flutters, knowing that you’re satisfying him. when he’s pleasured, you’re pleasured, and vice versa.

harry’s grip on your hair tightens, spurring your muscle movements to quicken. you try to bob your head, but his hold restricts you. he holds you still, completely at his mercy. his hips buck ever so slightly into your mouth to tease himself.

every time you say you want him in your mouth, harry’s dick springs upward and is instantly hard as a rock. the feeling of your tongue licking and tracing along his shaft makes him fucking crazy. and then, when he thinks he might have his body under control, he’ll peek down at you; on your knees with tear-stained cheeks and a face full of his cock. the sight alone is what makes him come undone. even if he’s the dominant one, you’re secretly the one with all the control. but he’ll never say that.

his low groans alert you that he’s getting close. and you want nothing more than his cum on your tongue.

your hands lift from his thighs and trail up the ridges of his abdomen under his shirt. you trace every pec, imagining the tattoos lining his skin beautifully. god, just the image of the etched art could send you into oblivion.

“fuck, angel. doing so good for daddy. gonna make me come down your throat. d’want that? hmm?” harry husks, head hitting the leather chair in ecstasy. you moan in response, causing vibrations to shoot through harry’s body. he grunts while his cock shakes in your mouth.

“please come for me, daddy,” you pop off of him to say gravely, teasing him a bit. you kiss his tip. “need it so bad.”

rolling his eyes irritatingly, he forces your head back onto his cock desperately. you whimper at his dominance, clit throbbing at his roughness. the tears that brimmed your eyes now slowly cascade down your cheeks in pleasure and fullness. your tongue rubs alongside his shaft as his slit tickles your throat again.

harry’s hips begin to thrust toward your mouth, using you for his pleasure. your nails clawed at his abdomen, silently urging him to come. finally, his orgasm spurts down your throat, leaving white remnants on your chin. he gives you a knowing look, so you widen your mouth, showing him all of his juices before swallowing every drop like a good girl.

he smiles smugly while you stare up at him with glossy eyes, proud of yourself. he tucks himself back into his pants while you watch in a daze.

“such a good angel, making her daddy come because she wants to. how’d i get so lucky?” he caresses your puffy cheek, pushing into his touch. you smile as you wobbly try to stand up, knees aching.

every time he touches you, you feel safe, comforted. god, you wanted to spend every waking (and sleeping) second in his arms.

“think daddy’s done with work for today. how ‘bout i carry you upstairs and take care of ya?” you simply nod as harry sweeps you away, bridal style. you giggle as your feet swing and harry’s grip on your waist gets stronger. you feel his fingers digging into your sides, and you can’t help but wish they were inside of you.

“can i have your fingers, daddy? please, i need something…anything…” harry pushes open the bedroom door and tosses you onto the mattress. giggles echo around the room as you rest on your elbows impatiently.

“‘course you can, baby. after you strip f’me.”

obeying him, you discard his t-shirt and throw it somewhere along the floor. your silk shorts slide down your legs, slick with your arousal. harry stares at your naked body like it’s a work of art. because it is. every curve and every inch of you is alluring and perfect. he could gaze at you all day in pure euphoria.

he swears you get more irresistible every damn day.

“daddy…” blushing, you hide your face with your hands. harry immediately comes over to you, hovering and removes your delicate hands.

“don’t hide yourself from me. c’mon now,” you nibble on your bottom lip, still feeling empty. noticing this, harry untucks your lip and sticks two fingers inside. “always need somethin’ in your mouth, huh?”

“mhm,” you moan around his digits, rolling your tongue against them. you feel your shyness and insecurity release from you, feeling immense comfort from his touch.

his free hand trails down and caresses your bare breast. his rough fingertips tweak your nipples until they’re peaked like mountains and you’re craving for more. every touch is teasing, but it’s always teasing when it comes to harry. he loves inching you to the finish line with constant edging and too delicate touching, but by the end, you love it too. every orgasm with harry just gets better and better. you both learn something new every day.

trailing his hand farther, he widens your legs before leaning down a bit to get situated. his fingers go straight to your clit, rubbing small circles over the bud. you try to remain focused on his fingers, but you moan needily around his thick digits, nearly biting into his skin. the sound of your arousal can be heard with each motion of his hand.

harry thrusts his fingers in and out of your mouth, making you work. your legs spread wider in desire while your hips roll against the mattress, begging for anything. your mind was swirling with yearn and lust. you were so down under that you couldn’t take the teasing anymore. no matter how much you like it.

your hand curls around harry’s wrist and you slowly pull him out of your mouth. out of concern, harry stops all of his movements immediately.

“what’s wrong, baby?”

“just need you…no more teasing, daddy. please,” your eyes were getting glossy from how much your cunt ached for him, leaking with your arousal until it soaked the sheets beneath you. harry’s worried expression morphed into a nonchalant smirk that had his hand resuming its torture on your clit. harry knows that if you were seriously uncomfortable, you would have used your safe word. so if or when that happens, you’ll both know it’s for real. but for now, harry knows that you’re just being a needy, little girl.

“oh, but you know how much i love teasing, darlin’,” harry says condescendingly, the pace of his fingers speeding up. a sigh wavers out of you and transforms into a moan, melting completely at his movements. “i thought you liked teasing, no?”

harry pinches your bud, which causes you to shriek and jump. the second your body relaxes again, harry slides two of his digits easily into your soaked cunt. you inhale strongly, finally being filled in the spot that aches the most.

his fingers curl dangerously while shifting and twisting. his movements are so cruelly good, it should be illegal to make someone this high purely off of euphoria. when your eyes screw closed and your neck tenses above the pillow, you almost miss harry’s words being whispered right below your ear.

“see? you like m’teasing,” his breath fans over your skin before he kisses it softly. his fingers continue to curl inside of you, causing you to whimper underneath him as he subtly bites your neck.

you felt yourself clench around him, desperate for the release you’ve been craving all morning. after a certain stroke of your clit and a harsh love bite on your neck, your muscles tense. spasming, your legs shut over harry’s skillful hand. but of course, he’s not having that.

“nuh uh, baby. open, now,” he demanded huskily. with an awfully loud whine, you obey slowly, widening your legs before his torture on your cunt becomes ruthless.

harry pumps in and out of you faster, digits twisting deliciously. your needy cries and slushy arousal are the only noises in the room. harry breathes deeply against your chest, praising you to come, but you’re too dazed to hear him. his teeth graze your painfully erect nipple, which causes your body to shake overbearingly.

“daddy, please!” you cried, and he grunted against your chest in response.

your core clenches so tightly, you thought you might explode. and in a way, you did. your orgasm floods over you incredibly hard, making your vision a bit spotty. you screw your eyes, letting your body tense and then eventually relax. while you were breathing heavy, harry lowered himself and licked you clean, causing you to squirm from overstimulation.

“did so good f’me, love,” harry praised, kissing you gently on the lips. you could taste yourself on him, which made your insides tingle all over again. “how are you? still feelin’ floaty?”

you nod. “still want you inside of me, daddy.”

“i did say i would take care of ya, didn’t i?” you hummed in response. “well, let daddy get undressed first.”

so, like earlier, you watched him get undressed like it was the most fascinating show in the world. each button he plucked undone made you squirm a little more, and as he noticed this, he took his sweet time. it was torture. sweet, loving torture. but you still wanted him to hurry up, so he can bury himself inside of you forever.

after watching him seduce you for what felt like hours, he’s hovering over your impatient body. your pussy got soaked and sore just looking at him, but are you surprised? not one bit. he’s the most attractive man you’ve ever set your eyes on, and the fact that he’s yours drives you a little more crazy every day.

speaking of attractive, his voice is breathy and rough right below your ear. as his body slots in between yours, you feel his cock rub up against your tensed thigh. you withhold a whimper, but you’re desperate for him. the painful throbbing of your clit gets more threatening every minute he’s not inside of you. your whole body shivers at what’s to come.

“tell me how bad ya want it,” he rasps, rough fingers kneading your sore nipples. you release the whimper, head filling up with overwhelming lust.

“daddy, please! i want you…need your cock inside of me, please,” you moaned as his length rubbed over your soaking folds. he massages himself back and forth, really torturing you now. your eyes roll back in impatience and neediness.

harry lifts his cock barely over your clit and thumps it down. you gasp as a shock shoots through your body. he repeats the action a few more times, loving the reaction he seems to pull from you.

“so responsive. you’re a needy, little girl tonight. guess you do need it bad,” harry condescends before thumping his tip over your clit again. your legs spasm from the stimulation, wetness constantly leaking from your neglected hole. “just makin’ sure you’re ready for me.”

“i’m more than ready, daddy,” you bite your lip, chewing on it in anticipation. he doesn’t hesitate to pull your lip away from your teeth and stuff his fingers inside to replace them. you hum joyfully as you such on his digits for the third time just tonight, cunt clutching from the feeling.

with your reassuring words, harry finally urges his tip through your hole and tucks his length inside of you. both of your groans intertwine before harry begins to move, causing your groans to transform into broken gasps.

for a few moments, his pace was slow and you thought it was going to be that type of night. the type of night where harry is slow, sensual, and loving because you were so deep in your headspace. but that wasn’t what you wanted right now. what you wanted was for harry to sink as far as he could inside of you until he reached places no man ever could, but him. although the torture was, well, torturous, it’s what you wanted. and harry knew that.

“harder, daddy. need more!” you cried at his lacking pace, when you knew he was just holding himself back.

he was well aware of the fact that you were in subspace, so he knew you were sensitive and vulnerable. he didn’t want to take advantage of you but take care of you. however, he also trusted that if you wanted it harder, you wanted it harder. if you wanted more, you wanted more. sometimes, it was hard for you to express how you feel and what you wanted, like you said, but being in subspace kind of helped with that.

your pleading words spurred harry’s movements to quicken. his thick cock stretches your walls out as if he’s never been inside before. your heavy arousal makes it easy for him to slide back and forth, increasing his pace even faster. harry ruts his hips and you scream out his title around his digits, begging him to let you come.

your teeth nearly bite off his fingers, but you have enough restraint (somehow) to not. your head feels like it’s flying off of your body and you’re seeing yourself from above. it was beyond euphoric; harry rocking barbarically into you while praising dirty things underneath your cries.

“i need to hear you scream f’me,” harry grunts before ripping his fingers from your mouth. you whine at the loss, but it’s quickly covered by a moan when his saliva-coated hand circles your clit.

harry’s having a hard time keeping it together. he almost came the second he entered you, so watching you practically wither underneath him and scream daddy until the entire neighborhood could hear was about to send him into shock. but at the same time, that’s exactly what he wanted; he wanted everyone to know that you were his and only his.

“who do you belong to? hmm?” harry asked, voice soaking in lust. as his thrusts become harder, your hips buck towards him, causing his cock to sink even deeper inside of you. groaning loudly, you both melt in the proximity of each other.

“you, daddy! only you, always you!” you respond with your head thrown back against the pillow, eyes screwed shut. your cunt squeezes his length, never wanting to let go of him. never wanting him to leave.

“that’s right, angel. i want the whole neighborhood to know,” his pink lips kiss your chest, cherishing it. his voice was hitting the lowest octaves, ones you didn’t even know existed. similarly, his cock was so deep within you, you didn’t know it could go that far.

your mind was beyond hazy, blurring what was real and what was in your head. he continues to kiss your chest, abuse your clit, and ram his length into your pussy. again, you didn’t know such things were possible. how can one man do so much at once? it was a mystery that you didn’t have too much time to dwell on because before you knew it, you were coming.

the blissful high always hits you unexpectedly. one second, you’re higher than the clouds and screaming until your voice is gone, and then the next, your body is as tight as an angered fist and you’re coming. your second orgasm spills out of you impatiently, just like you had been all night long. white liquid surrounds his cock and overflows out of your cunt, seeping your folds. watching and waiting for you to come undone was the only thing harry needed to join you. he shoots his load into your velvety cunt, painting your walls white. the feeling of harry coming inside of you was indescribably comforting. it made you feel full, and that’s all you’ve been wanting the whole night.

after tucking his seed inside to make sure none leaks out, he does his pre-aftercare ritual. harry kisses practically every inch of your body until you’re a mushy mess in the bed. while he does this, you feel yourself shift from one mental state to another. you may have been vulnerable all day, but now, you finally feel like yourself again. he waits until you’re squirming in overstimulation and pulling him by his hair to stop before finally kissing your lips.

your erratic heart softens at the kiss, lips molding passionately together. you wish you would stay forever in his bed, in his arms. but things needed to be done.

“how are you, love?” harry rests himself on his elbows, brushing some wild hair out of your face. with a dopey smile, you yawn before any words get out. “tired?”

“i’m good. thank you, harry,” you crane your neck upwards to peck his lips again. his wide smile is contagious, causing you to reflect it back at him.

“now, i know you’re tired, baby, but you gotta get in the bath.”

“ugh,” you dramatically groan. “but it’s so far away.”

“good thing i can carry you,” he winks, “just maybe not that attitude.”

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The Quest for a Second Life - Part 5 - 50 Shades of Audacity (1)

KAKASHI X ALPHA!READER

Summary: If suddenly waking up in an uncanny office had been bad, this time was worse, because you had a job interview, and the guy before you had just stormed out in tears. Why did you pick this world again? And why is your boss an asshole? And sexy? And with a nice voice? Fuck, this wasn't going to be good. GN!Dom!Alpha!Reader x Multiple

Word Count: 10.8k

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, sex while both parties are a little tipsy, workplace violations, questions about someone not eating lunch due to being a workaholic, and overuse of the world asshole as an adjective. All alphas have dicks, fyi.

A/N: Happy Holidays everyone! And a special happy holidays to those who guessed that our next omega was going to be Kakashi!!! December is well underway and I'm working hard to get all these chapters finished in time for the epilogue to be released on Christmas! The dynamic is different with this one, but I hope everyone enjoys nonetheless <333 I hope you enjoy the choice for the second character, @omeganronpa I'm honoured to call you my friend <333

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Epilogue

In the span of one blink, you went from standing in the library with James, to sitting on an uncomfortable chair in some kind of office waiting room. No matter how many times you jumped between realities, you swore you would never get used to the complete sensory change that happened in milliseconds. You had changed positions, clothes, company and scenery just like that.

Trying to gain your bearings, you tried to take in your new surroundings. Your first thought was that you had some serious déjà vu, as James’ uncanny valley of an office sprung to mind. Seriously, how many times were you going to suddenly gain consciousness in a soulless office?

At least this one was a lot less creepy, you admitted. It had doors and windows for starters, but the cavernous size of the room also helped diminish the claustrophobic feeling. Rather than beige, the room was decorated in a tasteful, modern, monochrome, boring but inoffensive, and better than too much beige in your opinion.

The copious amounts of soulless corporate art on every surface were the final touches that convinced you this was a real office and not set dressing for purgatory.

The waiting room was full of people though. You hadn’t seen this many people in one place since Itachi took you into town, and the general air of anxiety coming off them all was putting you on edge.

You fidgeted, uncomfortable at suddenly wearing formal business wear. The blue folder that was sitting on your lap shifted slightly, but you paid it no mind as you straightened everything out and readjusted yourself into a more comfortable position. To your left, what you could only describe as the combination of a modern water feature and grandfather clock chimed, signalling it as 09:00 AM.

‘James? Can you hear me?’

‘I can, human alpha.’

‘Great. Can you give me a run down of this pocket dimension please? It’s been like, two weeks since I read the blurb.’

‘Of course. ’50 Shades of Audacity’ follows MC, an alpha graduate student who lands the role of personal assistant to one of the most famous CEOs of the time, omega, Kakashi Hatake. MC discovers that Kakashi is hiding a submissive streak, and together, they explore their relationship while preparing for the yearly Autumn Company Party.’

You nodded idly as James explained it, vague memories coming back to you. The man next to you shot you a weird look, and you realised you were nodding at seemingly nothing. You cleared your throat and shifted awkwardly. Whoops.

Regardless, the blurb put your current situation into perspective. When you had chosen the book, you had expected to enter the world already working as a personal assistant, but you had a sneaking suspicion that this was the job interview and all the people sat with you were competition.

To confirm your suspicion, you opened the folder on your lap, and yep, it was filled with important documents, including your CV, degree certificate, and several references. Damn, for someone decently young, you seemed to be the perfect candidate. That did relieve some of the tension. The world was literally set up to push you into the role, and you were the perfect candidate, surely there was nothing to worry about. For now, you decided to try and relax. Job interviews were a pain in the ass, but this one hopefully wouldn’t be too bad. And you could always talk to James to pass the time.

‘James, I know you must be thinking something along the lines of, ‘what kind of human picks a life where they have a job, when they could choose to not have a job?’’

‘I have never had such a thought.’

‘But I’m playing the long game, James,’ you continued, ignoring her response. ‘This Hatake guy must be rolling in it, and so once we’re serious, there would be no reason for me to work anymore! And it’s not like we’d get divorced in an erotica novel, that wouldn’t make sense, so I just need this job to meet him, make him fall in love with me, and then, if I stay here, I’ll have a fancy CEO husband, and everything will work out great.’

‘I see. I believe humans term that strategy, ‘gold digging’.’

You were planning to argue back, but your outrage died on your lips when you realised that she was kind of right. You were only going to choose this omega if you actually loved him, of course, but you couldn’t deny that the main reason you had chosen this book in the first place was the money and possibility of a cushy life. And being able to retain access to the internet which was something you’d have to give up for a life with Itachi.

‘What backstory elements are set in stone here?’ you asked, realising that the amnesia trick wasn’t going to work a second time.

‘Primarily your qualifications and educational history. You also own both a flat and a car, although how you obtained those is up to you.’

Nice, that gave you a lot of freedom to work with. Also… was your flat nice? And what about your car? You hoped so, but even if they weren’t, you could get Hatake to pay for a nice upgrade.

A man with a clipboard walked out of the office door to your left and everyone in your vicinity snapped to attention. He had brown hair and intense, dark eyes that were a little unnerving. “The interviews for the personal assistant job have now begun. You will be called up one at a time. Ren Shimomura.”

The man who had given you a strange look earlier got up and walked into the office with a confident smile, his briefcase swinging gently by his side. When the door closed behind him, everyone relaxed a little and went back to their pointless busy tasks.

‘So, James, what can I expect from this job interview?’ you asked. You figured it wouldn’t hurt to be prepared, even if the universe was going to intervene for your success.

‘That question is more difficult to answer than you might think, human. Despite this pocket dimension being one of the most popular in the erotica category, no one has ever successfully passed the interview and obtained the personal assistant job.’

Your stomach dropped. What? That couldn’t be right, could it?

You laughed nervously, sure that you had misheard. ‘What? Surely the universe needs the person to get the job.’

‘Yes, it has been causing quite the issue. This world has been scheduled for removal for being too difficult to follow. You will be the last person from your realm to ever enter this one, whether you decide to stay or not.’

‘Thanks for warning me before I picked it,’ you ‘said’, your mental voice taking on a tinge of bitterness. So, you were pretty much doomed to failure here? Great.

‘I didn’t warn you, human.’

‘I know.’

Your mental conversation ended as the door to the office opened and the man, Ren, stormed out, looking like he was holding back angry tears. He exited the room swiftly, without so much of a glance back.

That certainly didn’t make you feel any better about your chances.

Neither did your name being called seconds later.

The man with the clipboard smiled at you as you stood, folder in hand. “Just in there, Mr. Hatake is waiting for you.”

You nodded and approached the door. Right, this was fine. You took a deep breath and reminded yourself of your situation. You didn’t need this job. You wouldn’t run out of money without it, you wouldn’t get blacklisted or arrested if something went wrong, you couldn’t die if something went very wrong. The very worst-case scenario was that you bungled this, spent the next two weeks enjoying some alone time in this world, and then returned to your beautiful witch.

So, really, what reason did you have to be nervous?

With that in mind, you took a fortifying breath and walked into the office with your head held high. This CEO couldn’t scare you.

The design of the office was much the same as the waiting room, with a monochrome colour scheme and minimal furniture. The entire back wall was glass, which bathed the office in natural light, but cast shadows around the impressive desk in the middle of the room. Behind the desk was an imposing desk chair that was currently faced away from you. The back of the chair was so high that you couldn’t technically tell if Hatake was sitting in it or not. In front of the desk was a much less impressive desk chair; presumably that chair was for you.

You walked towards your chair, marvelling at how cliché the whole ‘tall chair spin reveal’ thing was. What was he, a Bond villain? The main question though, was if he’d also be accidentally flashing his nipples at you. You stifled a laugh imagining a scary CEO turning around in his chair only for the buttons on his shirt to come flying off.

“Did I say that you could sit down?” The voice came from the highbacked chair, which was still facing away from you.

The CEO’s voice was hot, you couldn’t deny that, but his attitude was already ugly. What kind of high and mighty asshole spoke to people like that? Were you supposed to just stay standing until he offered the seat when he couldn’t even be bothered to face you? Fuck that.

Suddenly, what was remaining of your nervousness bled out of you, replaced by annoyance. Honestly, you had already accepted that you weren’t going to get this job or this omega as soon as James had explained the situation, but maybe you could still get something out of this. Like catharsis. You could berate Hatake on behalf of every shitty boss you couldn’t berate in the past and then this world would still be worth it.

“Unless you’re suffering from short term memory loss, there’s no need for me to answer that question.”

Finally, that seems to goad him into turning around. The chair swivelled, revealing Kakashi Hatake in all his glory. He was dressed in the exact kind of suit you expected for someone like him, expertly tailored, incredibly expensive, and in a tasteful blue colour. Just peeking out from his collar you noticed some clear scent patches, and you imagined you’d find the same ones on his wrists. He had grey-silver hair styled in a way that must have required a significant amount of hair wax, and equally grey eyes, one of which had a vertical scar running through it. He even had a frankly adorable beauty mark, what the fuck.

Fine. He was hot. That didn’t mean he wasn’t an asshole.

The look he was giving you was somehow both disparaging and uninterested, like he was looking at a badly painted wall.

“Why do you want this job?” he asked, voice bored and condescending. “You don’t seem like you’d be particularly good at it.”

You grit your teeth at his blatant disrespect, “Jobs provide the money which can be exchanged for goods and services required to facilitate survival, you see. Perhaps the silver spoon in your mouth prevented you from learning that dichotomy.” You missed your witch.

Kakashi raised an eyebrow. He held out a hand, and you wordlessly passed him your folder of documents. You were honestly surprised that he hadn’t just kicked you out already. His motivations became clear however, when he picked out your CV, ripped it in half, and then tossed it in the bin.

This asshole! You were furious.

Hatake pressed a button on a raised box on his desk and began to speak into it, presumably to dismiss you and ask for the next person to be sent in.

You didn’t need this job, you couldn’t get into any meaningful trouble, and this man was royally pissing you off. Something in you just snapped.

“Tenzou, send—”

You grabbed him by his boring, blue tie and stood, pulling him partially over the desk and towards you. He gasped in surprise, letting go of the button as both hands flew up to grab your wrist. You expected him to immediately pull you off him, but he didn’t. He was still, staring at you with wide eyes. For the first time since you’d walked into his office, it felt like he was properly looking at you.

“I am the best fucking personal assistant out of any of those people out there, and I will not have some bratty CEO talk down to me, understood?”

“I’ll call security,” he said quietly, voice strangely hoarse.

“Don’t bother.” You let him go and he fell back heavily into his ridiculous chair.

“Senpai?” The clipboard man’s voice floated through the speaker on the black box. “Is everything okay? You cut out.”

The man didn’t reply to the message, he only stared at you. His face was blank, but you had the feeling that there was a lot going on inside his head.

‘Remember the story, human.’

For a moment, you thought James was encouraging you to play nice for the sake of the story, but then you realised that she meant. Fuck, that’s right, Kakashi Hatake was a secret submissive. He was probably very turned on and very confused right now. You sent him a cocky grin.

“The job starts Monday, yes?” He nodded, dumbly. “I’ll see you then, 08:00 sharp. All my documents are in the folder.” You walked to the door confidently, and just as you reached it, you turned. “Have a good day, sir.”

You opened the door just as the clipboard man tried to do the same on the other side. You paid neither him nor any of the other candidates any mind, you just strode towards the exit, adrenaline rushing through your veins.

The fresh air and sun hit you as you stepped outside into the office’s car park.

‘James, oh my god, I grabbed him by his tie.’

‘I saw, human, it was very unexpected. No other human has attempted such a method.’

‘I would so be blacklisted if this were real, James. Did… Did I do a good job? It felt like I did at the time, playing up to his submissive side, but now I just feel like I was crazy and there’s no way he’d give me the job.’

‘Only time will tell, human, I do not have the answers.’

‘Time… I can do that.’ You gazed out over the sea of cars, all shimmering in the sun. ‘Now, James, which car is mine?’

…

Once you had successfully found your nicer than expected car, you headed to your mysterious flat. It took longer than you thought, but at least you’d learnt some more about James; she was terrible at giving directions and did not know what a roundabout was.

Your flat, much like your car, was nicer than you expected for a recent graduate that worked as a personal assistant. It was stylish and cosy, with lots of wood tones and warm, textured fabrics. It could have fallen out of an interior design magazine, right down to the perfectly placed bowls of fruit. The flat even had a guest room and a home office.

You were going to put this one down to porn logic again and figure out some sort of explanation for why you had the money for this in your backstory.

After doing some snooping around the flat, you flopped down on your bed, feeling strangely exhausted. You pulled out your phone (and how strange it was to have modern technology back!) and checked the date. It was Friday lunch time, and you didn’t have to go to the job, presuming you even got it, until Monday. That meant you had an entire weekend to do what you wanted. That was the best news you’d heard all day.

‘James, is the entire world, I guess, loaded, for want of a better word? Like, theoretically, if I travelled across the world to a random village, would the people there be real? Does the world function outside of the story?’

‘Once you choose to remain in a world, it functions exactly like the one you came from, yes, complete with up to billions of people who each have their own lives. Not everything is ah, loaded, in this demo though. I would recommend staying firmly within this city for the time being.”

‘Amazing! That’s so exciting, James!’

‘If you say so.’

Alongside modern technology, staying in this world would also give you more chance to travel. With Itachi, you would be mostly going on foot, perhaps on a horse if you were lucky, but here you could be on the other side of the world in a day.

That was for future you to weigh up though, right now you needed to find a bank statement of some kind, because you wanted to spend this weekend pampering yourself and you needed to know your budget. You could think about Kakashi Hatake and this world later, once you had your thoughts in order.

The weekend passed in a blur of bubble baths, food delivery apps, and films. You’d even gone for a dip in your complex’s pool. It had been nice to recharge. You had enjoyed spending time with Itachi immensely, but you’d had almost no proper alone time for over half a month, and it was sorely needed.

The only other thing of note happened on Saturday, when you received an email from Hatake’s company, which contained your new company account and login details.

…

Walking into work on Monday was a surreal feeling that you couldn’t put into words. No one acted like anything strange had happened. You were treated like a normal new hire, which you suspected meant Hatake had kept the details of your interview to himself.

Speaking of Hatake, he was apparently in meetings all morning and so you wouldn’t see him for a few hours. You didn’t know if you were irritated or relieved that your likely awkward reunion would be postponed.

“So, here is Kakashi’s calendar, which kind of functions like the core of your job,” Iruka, the man who was training you, said. “You’ll be in charge of organising his appointments and commitments and reminding him to attend them.” The last part was added with a tone that suggested Hatake had not always been the best at either being on time or showing up at all.

“Got it. No double bookings, and smack Hatake with a ruler if he tries to escape.”

Iruka snorted, but quickly smothered the laugh with a hand. “Pretty much. For today, I’ve gone through your inbox and marked the emails that require appointments as urgent. You just need to schedule them and add them to his calendar. It’s pretty busy at the moment because of the Autumn Company Party at the end of the month, so don’t worry if everything’s a bit much. My desk is over there, so you can ask for help at any time, okay?”

“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver.” You grinned at him, and he smiled back.

“Good luck!” With that he was gone. That wasn’t the first time the Autumn Company Party had come up, but you still weren’t sure what that had to do with the plot of his pocket dimension. It certainly wasn’t as straight forward as ‘collect the potion ingredients’.

‘James, what’s the deal with this party? What’s going to happen at it?’

‘There are many, many ways the event can play out, human. Seeing that you are the first to make it past the interview, I cannot even tell you which outcomes are most likely.’

‘Damn. Well, thanks anyway.’

You ended up whizzing through your work. It was incredibly simple, which could have been because they were taking it easy on you for your first day, or because work in general was easier in porn universes. You finished before Hatake was freed from his morning meetings, so you decided to do a little googling on your new boss. As such a high-profile CEO, you were sure you could find some information on him.

You put his name into the search bar and scrolled through the top results.

There were mostly news articles and links to the company websites, but eventually his Wikipedia page popped up and you clicked on it, skimming down the paragraphs immediately. Your eyebrows kept rising up as you read. His father, the original founder of the company had committed suicide when Kakashi was four years old, leaving him an orphan. He had been immediately added to the company’s board of directors (at four years old?!), and when he’d turned eighteen and those overseeing the company didn’t seem keen to pass it back to him, Kakashi had staged a business coup and seized control by force.

Jeez, what a life story.

Closing the Wikipedia page, you opened a couple of articles instead. One was a gossip magazine speculating on his famous bachelorhood and why he hadn’t settled down yet. Another was talking about the large donations he had made to several dog and animal welfare charities. The third was just a listicle of pictures of him from various point throughout his life. Ha. He looked like he was such a cute, grumpy kid.

You had to admit that his character was perfectly set up to redeem him for being an asshole at your first meeting. Dead parents, a tragic backstory, betrayal from those supposed to look after him, an animal lover… You bet that he had been forced to supress his emotions to avoid being manipulated as a child, too. That was about as stereotypical as you could get. Were he a fictional character, his fans would easily excuse any rudeness and ruthlessly defend him online. And that was fine, but they weren’t the ones who had to be on the receiving end of his rudeness.

Ugh, you didn’t know what to do with him. On one hand, you were happy ignoring him for being mean to you in your interview, but on the other, you kind of wanted to get to know him to see what the story was about. Maybe you’d put in a bit of effort as a show of good faith, but if he insisted on rebuffing you, you’d give up and find some other way to enjoy yourself. Yeah, that sounded like a good plan.

Dog lovers were your weakness, so you couldn’t give up on him completely, not just yet.

You closed the tabs and, checking the time, you realised you still had some leeway before Hatake was free. You needed to come up with your backstory sharpish, because you didn’t have amnesia this time, and people would likely start asking questions about you once lunch hit. Best get your story straight first.

You grabbed a post-it note and jotted down your favourite acronym, MLHH (Money, Love, Health, Happiness), to keep you on target.

Loving parents, you definitely wanted those. Were they the ones you wanted funding your lifestyle? Hmm, no, how about a rich, eccentric aunt that sent money all the time? Yes, you’d always wanted a fun, rich uncle or aunt to spoil you. Perhaps she had been the one to buy you the house and car. You jotted it all down. You also crafted yourself two best friends and a couple of hobbies, just to enrich your life. As per James’ instructions, you left the academic stuff alone.

“Am I paying you to write details about your own life on post it notes?” A sudden voice from behind made you jump, smacking your knees on the underside of the desk with a bang.

You laughed awkwardly as you came face to face with the man of the hour, Kakashi Hatake, who had chosen a charcoal grey suit for today, giving him an overall monochrome vibe that matched the office building. He was staring at your post it note, unimpressed.

You snatched the note and put it in your pocket. Quick, find some way to change the subject!

“I’ve updated your calendar with more meetings and commitments. This afternoon you only have a phone call with a representative from a company that sells… custom dog bandanas?” You decided not to question it. “The rest of the afternoon is business as usual.”

He watched you for a moment before he nodded, and turned to enter his office door, which was only a few feet from your desk.

“Just so you know,” he said, turning to look at you over his shoulder, “more work is periodically added to your task list, you just need to refresh the page.”

The door slammed shut behind him. You made a frustrated noise. He was so rude, with his annoyingly hot face and perfect voice. God, he got on your nerves like no one else. Ugh, you already regretted deciding to give him a chance.

You refreshed the task list and watched it fill up with new tasks.

Why did you pick a world where you had a job again? Oh yeah, you were playing the long game. The long game sucked.

You spent the rest of the workday completing tasks and flip flopping on whether it was worth trying to chase the plot and romance Hatake. Instinctually you led towards no, but when you remembered how he’d responded to you in the interview, you wavered. Ultimately, your curiosity was too much to resist, so you hatched a plan to spend some time with him.

…

“Did you have someone sneak you lunch through the window, or have you not eaten yet today?” you asked, waltzing into Hatake’s office at exactly 17:05, coat and bag ready to leave.

Hatake finished whatever he was writing before putting down the pen and giving you a flat look. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business, and I’m certain I told you to knock before coming in.”

“Firstly, the workday ended five minutes ago so you’re not the boss of me anymore. Secondly, that was the clearest no I’ve ever heard. You should make time to eat lunch, you know, it’s good for you.”

“If you don’t have anything of use to say, then leave.” Ugh, why were you dealing with this asshole again?

“Actually, I do.” He raised an eyebrow at you, like he was already dismissing your message. “Get dinner with me.”

That actually seemed to catch him off guard, if only for a moment. You had honestly been wondering if the side of him you glimpsed in your interview was some kind of hallucination, but there was a flicker of that same man now. Unfortunately, although you could see that, you could also see the moment he shut down the reaction and returned to his flat, impassive stare.

“I’m busy this evening—”

“I already moved your appointment to tomorrow morning.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. You didn’t know if it was irritation at your messing with his schedule or at interrupting him, but you did know that you were getting on his nerves. Good.

“And I suppose, if you’re inviting me, then you’re paying?” he challenged. “Fair warning, I have expensive taste.”

‘James, quick, what’s the best restaurant in the area?’

‘Kakashi Hatake often visits a restaurant about two miles from here, called La Liaison. It’s French, and incredibly pricy.’

Right, you tried to remember what you’d seen you your bank details. You could definitely afford one fancy meal; it was affording everything else after that that was the problem.

Hatake’s smug face at your hesitation spurred you on. You wracked your brain for some kind of solution.

‘James, if I decide that my rich aunt sends me large lump sums of money every month, will my bank account automatically replenish by the end of this demo?’

‘Technically, yes, although it will only happen if you choose this dimension permanently, as your rich aunt does not yet exist. You must also remember to speak or write any information you want to be true for it to take effect.’

Perfect. You could wipe that smug look off Hatake’s face, live a bit more frugally for the rest of the demo, and if for some unknown reason you chose to stay here, you’d have your money automatically replenished. You just had to remember to write the details down after dinner tonight.

“Of course, it’ll be my treat,” you smiled, tips tight. “Do you like French food? I heard La Liaison is lovely.”

Kakashi studied you for a moment, like he was trying to figure out what game you were playing. Just as you thought you’d won the little verbal exchange, Hatake sent you a mocking eye smile. “And how are you planning on gaining a reservation at such short notice? The next available evening bookings are for two months from now.”

You tensed up like you’d been dealt a physical blow. Fuck, you forgot about bookings. There was no way you could allow him to win just like that, though. You took a deep breath, porn logic, I believe in you, please help me out, I’m trying to woo him, just as you wanted. Kind of.

“I’m sure it will all work out!” You voice was artificially chipper, and you could tell that Hatake was picking up on your anxiety. “Come on, what’s the harm? Let’s go!”

He watched you evenly. That was one thing you’d noticed about Hatake; he always thought before he spoke, choosing each action and word carefully. It made sense once you considered his childhood and was equal parts sad and irritating.

Just when you thought he was about to refuse and dismiss you, Hatake chuckled and stood, closing his computer and grabbing his suit jacket from the back of his ridiculously dramatic desk chair.

“I’ll have my chauffeur drop us off,” he said, walking to the door. You followed, kind of stunned that he had agreed at all. He locked the office door behind him. “There’s no parking available at this time of day in the town centre.”

You walked through the office side by side, watching your coworkers pack up or work late.

Everyone noticed you two, armed with bags and coats that made it obvious you were leaving together. There were gasps, there was gossiping, there were whispers. The man with the clipboard, who had introduced himself to you as Yamato, looked like he had seen a ghost. Was it really that strange to see this CEO leave work on time, or was it because he was with you?

Hatake paid them no mind, and you tried to do the same.

It was strange that he agreed to join you, but you didn’t get your hopes up that this meant he suddenly liked you. It was more likely that he was coming in order to force your hand. If you were humiliated by there being no tables, or not being able to afford the food you said you could, it would likely stop you from bothering him outside of work again.

You just really, really hoped there would somehow be a table.

Once you arrived at the car park, there was a sleek, black car waiting for you. You weren’t sure if Hatake had somehow called ahead without you noticing, or if his car was already ready for him, but it was very convenient. If the chauffeur was surprised that Hatake had a guest, he didn’t mention it.

The car was so obviously expensive that you felt a little uncomfortable sitting in it. You had never been so conscious of your hand placement in your life. The brat of a CEO didn’t seem to have the same problem, relaxing easily against the leather, looking right at home. He gave the driver the name of the restaurant, and you were off.

You took a moment to beg the pocket dimension that somehow you would be able to get a seat. ‘Porn logic, I’ve always loved and respected you, please pull through for me, just this once! I won’t be able to handle Hatake’s smug grin without punching him in the face.’

‘My name is James, human, and I cannot control these pocket dimensions.’

You snorted, ‘I wasn’t speaking to you James, sorry.’

“What’s so funny?” Hatake asked, breaking the silence. Oh, you had laughed out loud; you had to stop doing that. Were you also doing it when you were with Itachi, but there were just fewer people around to comment on it? Itachi seemed like the sort who would take a lot of weirdness in stride.

“Your face.”

Hatake let out an amused breath, “Are you always so childish?”

“What can I say? You bring out the worst in me.”

“Approximately five minutes until arrival, sir,” the chauffeur said, speaking through a speaker that connected the front and back sections of the car.

“Just Kakashi is fine,” he sighed. “I’ve told you that a hundred times.”

“If you say so, sir.” Hatake rolled his eyes but dropped the issue.

The final five minutes passed it silence.

…

La Liaison was a small modern building nestled at the very end of the high street, decorated in pastel blue and covered in artificial ivy. The whole building exuded a timeless elegance that made you glad your work dress code was formal. Stepping through the doors, you were welcomed by warm lighting, live piano music, and an impeccably dressed host. This was the exact kind of place you could see Hatake fitting right in.

“Good afternoon, and welcome to La Liaison. Can I take the name on your reservation, please?”

You could practically feel the amusement radiating off the smug asshole behind you as you were faced with the exact situation he had predicted. You just had to go for it. You believed in the porn logic!

(And if it didn’t work you were going to return to your flat with your tail between your legs, make James pull you out of this dimension early, and then ask Itachi for a potion that could remove memories instead of bringing them back.)

“Ah, well, we don’t technically have a reservation, but an acquaintance of mine mentioned that they just had to cancel theirs, so we were hoping there’d be a free table.”

Please work, please work, please work.

The two seconds between your request and the host’s response felt like an agonising eternity. Failure wasn’t an option; you couldn’t lose to your awful boss.

The relief you felt when the host’s face melted into a smile almost knocked you to your knees.

“Is that so? Yes, I just got off the phone with them, you’re lucky no one else has claimed the table yet. If you’ll pass my college your coats, I’ll take you to your table.”

Yes, yes, yes!! You loved porn logic so much. It seemed like anything was fair game as long as it pushed you and Mr. Smug together. Speaking of Mr. Smug, you mouthed ‘I told you so’, as you walked to your table. He did not respond.

The table was, unsurprisingly, very romantic. It was secluded away in the corner, pressed up against a window and yet sectioned from the rest of the restaurant by a divider. The table sat two people, and its white tablecloth was covered in candles and rose petals. Of course, the cancelled reservation was for a romantic date. You weren’t going to complain though; a table was a table.

You both sat down. You briefly debated pulling out the chair for Hatake, but you decided against it at the last minute. You were both handed menus and informed of the soup of the day before the waiter left you in peace. The illusion of privacy helped you relax, despite the stuffy atmosphere.

“An acquaintance, huh?” Kakashi asked, unfolding his napkin and laying it over his lap. He obviously didn’t believe your lie.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re incredibly annoying?” you said, instead of answering his question.

“Once or twice.”

“Well then,” you shot him a sarcastic smile, “I’m glad you have such honest people in your life.”

“As am I.” The eye smile he sent you this time seemed more genuine, and you had to hold back your laugh.

The conversation faded for a moment as the background chatter from the rest of the restaurant filled the space. It was weird to be here with him, and maybe you were still riding the high of getting a table, but you were already enjoying yourself.

“So… you come here often?” you asked, picking up the menu. You supressed a wince at the prices. “It seems like you’re right at home.”

“It makes for a convenient location to dazzle those who demand such treatment before they’ll sign anything.”

“Ugh, so this is where you take people to schmooze them? Gross.” You flipped over the menu to find the drinks section, only to belatedly realise that the drinks had their own menu already on the table. “I can’t imagine you doing that successfully; you’re so rude.”

“Maybe you just bring out the worst in me.”

The way he reused your words from earlier reluctantly brought a smile to your face. Okay fine. Fine! You’d admit that he was witty, and you had some good chemistry. And he was hot. But that was it! That didn’t mean you were going to fall in love with someone so annoying!

‘I believe you were also interested in his love for dogs, human alpha.’

‘James, I’m trying to live in denial here, and you’re ruining it.’

‘My apologies. Does that mean that I should also refrain from mentioning your obvious obsession with his beauty mark?’

Sometimes, you weren’t sure that James wasn’t an elaborate troll.

Scanning the menu, you decided the vegetarian pasta looked nice. And if it was also the cheapest thing on the menu, well that was just a coincidence. This better be one of the best meals of your life.

Kakashi left his menu completely untouched. Right, he’d been here countless of times to charm people into signing away their money. He was probably treating this dinner as something similar, but with you wanting something from him instead. You doubted he’d believe you if you said you were doing this out of curiosity. But the questioned remained, how could you make this feel different for him?

Suddenly, it hit you; he liked when other people took control. You had an idea.

‘James, can you tell me what Kakashi normally orders from here?’

‘He always orders one of the seafood dishes, accompanied by a white wine.’

Right. Perfect. What you were about to do would be so out of order in real life, but you had plot armour, and honestly you wanted to see what would happen.

When the waiter returned, he directed his, “Are you ready to order?”, towards Kakashi. He probably recognised him if he was a regular, and figured he was schmoozing another hapless soul.

That didn’t fit what you had in mind though.

“Yes, we are,” you said confidently, before Kakashi could speak. “We’ll have a bottle of the Chateau Sixtine Blanc and some still water for the table. For food, I’ll have the vegetarian pasta, and he’ll have the Coquilles Saint-Jacques.”

Kakashi’s stare was intense, but he didn’t intervene. The waiter seemed taken aback that you were ordering for the table, but when Kakashi made no move to dispute what you’d said, he nodded, collected your menus, and left. You expected to be admonished in some way, but Kakashi remained silent.

Drinks arrived quickly. The waiter poured you both a glass of the wine and some water before he was gone again. Kakashi picked up the wine glasses and swirled it dramatically before taking a sip.

When he spoke, you had expected a question about how you found out his usual order, or perhaps a comment on the wine, but no, instead, he was his usual blunt self.

“I wonder what it is you’re hoping to gain from this.”

“That’s fine, you can wonder all you like.”

He sent you a measured look, “Has anyone ever told you you’re incredibly annoying?”

You grinned, “Nope!”

“I see. Well, I hope you’ll be blessed with some honest people in your life soon, I’ve found having them around to be extraordinarily helpful.”

You snorted mid sip of wine, which probably didn’t look attractive. Coughing, you looked up, expecting a judgemental look for behaving such a way in a fancy restaurant, but Kakashi just looked amused.

“Can I ask you a question?” You dabbed your lips with your napkin to soak up any stray wine drops. “What was the deal with that interview? It didn’t seem like you even wanted any applicants there. Was it just some weird form of employment hazing?”

“Simple. I didn’t want an assistant; I work better alone.”

“Then why hold the interview at all?”

“The board of directors were very… persistent. I knew they’d only shut up if I scared off every personal assistant in the city.”

You sent him a searching look, “But you hired me.”

“I did.”

“Why?”

He shrugged, “You had comedy value.”

Comedy value!? This dick.

“Liar,” you shot back. “You just think I’m hot, admit it.”

You got another one of his infuriating eye smiles. “If you say so.” God, you wanted to punch him, and maybe kiss him. Fuck.

“Whatever, just know that it’s your turn to pay for dinner next time, an I’m ordering the most expensive thing I can find.”

“If we go out for dinner too often, people will talk.”

“As if they aren’t already,” you said, referencing the sate of the office you’d left behind. You’d bet that they’d all stayed late to swap theories. “Yamato looked at us like a child who’d just walked in on his parents having sex.”

Kakashi seemed amused, “He would not appreciate that description.”

“That doesn’t make it any less true.”

As the conversation flowed, so did the wine. You were surprised by how much fun you were having. Hatake was a great conversationalist and the rapid-fire banter had you laughing out loud more than once. The food was just as good as you’d hoped as well.

To your utter delight, Hatake’s face turned pink as he drank. So cute. You couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out to feel the warm skin. Kakashi leaned into the hand in an almost nuzzle. You did not expect him to reciprocate. Shocked, you froze, hand still on his cheek.

Hatake seemed surprised too because he suddenly wrenched himself away from you. You pulled your hand back like it’d been burnt.

You’d bet anything that he was touch starved.

“Sorry, Hatake, I don’t know why I—”

“Kakashi,” he muttered, “you can call me Kakashi. Everyone does.”

“Kakashi,” you repeated, sending him a small smile. Maybe he wasn’t so bad. You kind of wanted to lick his face.

Kakashi’s phone buzzed in his pocket, shattering the moment. Disappointingly, he immediately slipped it out of his pocket and checked the message. You weren’t exactly surprised that he put checking his phone over your conversation, but it was still rude, whether you expected it or not.

Kakashi made an amused noise as he saw the expression on your face. “I only have audible notifications on for important people; I’m just checking to make sure nothing is wrong, there’s no need to look so offended.”

You sputtered, face heating up, “I’m not offended! I was just thinking it was rude to check your phone at dinner.”

“Ruder than ordering for someone else without their permission?”

“Whatever,” you mumbled, crossing your arms. “You liked it.”

Kakashi didn’t acknowledge you as he checked his messaged. You watched his eyes move from side to side as he read, before he eventually barked out a laugh and put the phone away.

“What’s funny?”

“One of my friends evidently found out that I was out to dinner. He has wished us luck on our youthful endeavours.”

You pulled a face at the weird phrasing. “He sounds… interesting.”

“You have no idea,” Kakashi said before emptying his wine glass.

“People seem so surprised about this. You don’t get out much then?”

Kakashi barked a laugh that sounded surprisingly bitter, and then didn’t elaborate. In true erotica love interest fashion, there was something brewing below the surface. Touch starved, orphaned, rich, but lonely, he was about as stereotypical as it got. You wondered if he’d also killed someone like Itachi? Hmm, probably not. This was a modern universe, and there were normally more severe consequences for things like that. It would have at least been mentioned on his wiki page.

By the time you had finished eating, the city outside the window had lit up in the darkness. The traffic had died down once rush hour ended, but the occasional car still passed by. You checked your phone and realised you’d been having dinner with Kakashi for almost two hours.

Your pride didn’t stop you from admitting that the time was flying because you were having fun.

Still, it was getting late, so you waved down a waiter and requested the bill. You were hoping that, seeing as you’d taken charge with ordering, that he would… yes! The waiter put the bill down in front of you instead of Kakashi.

You grinned at him smugly; you’d been assigned dom by wait staff.

He rolled his eyes at you, but you could see the smile on his face.

The bill wasn’t great, but it could have been worse. Clearly you hadn’t managed to keep your grimace supressed completely though because Kakashi noticed.

“Having second thoughts?” He was annoyingly observant.

You had never pulled out your card faster, grateful that you’d found your pin number written down in some old documents in your flat. Kakashi watched you pay, a strange glint in his eyes.

Did he assume you were going to dine and dash and make him pay or something? No… that wasn’t it. His ears had gone red too, and not from the alcohol.

He liked it, you realised gleefully. He liked that you ordered for him. He liked that you paid for him. He liked that you had decided on the place and time and dragged him along. It fit his reaction and it fit his character.

You were certain that most of his acquaintances either saw Kakashi as some kind of aloof, ‘didn’t believe in love’ character, or as a hard dom. And on the surface, sure, you could understand why they thought that, but how could anyone continue to think so once they spoke to him properly, when he was practically crying out for someone to take care of him?

Exhilaration ran through you. Maybe you were in this for more than just curiosity now.

“Come on,” you said, standing. “It’s getting late, and I still need to get my car—Shoot, I’m probably over the limit. I guess it’s a taxi for me then.”

“I can drop you home.” Kakashi stood as well, and you both walked to collect your coats. “It won’t be a problem.”

“Thanks,” you said relieved. You needed to at least try to budget after the amount you just spent on dinner.

Just as you were putting on your coats, Kakashi’s phone ran in his pocket. Remembering what he said about only having important people on vibrate, you remained silent as he took the call. You couldn’t quite make out the murmurs on the other side of the call, but Kakashi didn’t look pleased.

“Right… Okay… And there’s no alternate route? Of course… It can’t be helped, just meet me at the office.”

Did he have a last-minute work obligation perhaps?

“Yes, okay, I’ll see you soon.” He hung up the phone and slipped it into his pocket. “Bad news, there’s been a minor accident on the road and my driver can’t get to us. We can get through on the pedestrian pathways just fine, so we’ll have to go back to the office on foot.”

“Oh, that’s not a big deal, it’s only about twenty minutes, right?” You didn’t understand why he seemed so serious about a minor hold up. Did he think you were going to be mad at him or something? Kakashi relaxed imperceptibly as it became clear that you didn’t mind.

It only occurred to you later, once you were well into the walk, that Kakashi was used to schmoozing a bunch of hoity toity rich people at La Liaison who probably would throw a fit at such a minor inconvenience. Those kinds of people were the worst.

“Why did you ask me to dinner tonight?” Kakashi asked. He spoke casually, but in a way that suggested the casualness was being used to disguise a more serious question.

You knew that he wouldn’t stop until he got an answer that satisfied him, and you didn’t want your relationship to be stained by doubts as to your intentions, so you decided to give him an answer as close to the truth as possible. If you started talking about erotic fiction, he’d probably call some kind of doctor.

“Because you seemed miserable, and I was curious about you. Figured this would kill two birds with one stone. Also, you piss me off, I won’t lie.”

“You took me to dinner because I piss you off?” Kakashi asked, a ghost of a smile on his face. “Is that some kind of fetish or is it a psychological defect?”

You squawked indignantly and tried to hit him on the arm. He dodged it, laughing.

“You’re one to talk! You hired me after I grabbed you by the tie in a job interview. That’s got to be a fetish and a psychological defect!” You shoved him on the shoulder, and he immediately shoved you back, and before you knew it, you were having a children’s battle on the street.

A random woman from across the street gave you a dirty look, you stuck your tongue out at her. Kakashi giggled, like, actually giggled, and that sent you into hysterics.

Maybe you’d had more to drink than you thought.

“You know,” you said, throwing your arm over his shoulder, “next time I take you out, we’re going to McDonald’s. It’s cheaper, and I think it’ll be funny to watch you sit there in your suit. Wait, have you ever been to a McDonald’s before?”

“I’m wealthy, I’m not an alien.” He rolled his eyes at you. He seemed to do that a lot. You couldn’t imagine him sitting in a McDonald’s. “I go every other week because my dogs like the carrot sticks from there.”

“You feed your dogs carrot sticks from McDonald’s?”

“Yep.”

“Have you ever considered, I don’t know, buying a pack of carrots?”

“No, because they like the ones from McDonald’s.”

You shook your head in disbelief. Rich people were crazy. “How many dogs do you have anyway?”

“Eight.”

“EIGHT?!”

…

Car parks at night, familiar or not, were unnerving in the way that liminal spaces always were. At least you were almost at the office doors, where Kakashi’s chauffeur was going to pick you both up. You were glad to finally get there, because as fun as the walk had been, the Autumn night was surprisingly chilly, and it was taking genuine effort to remember all of Kakashi’s dogs’ names. You were honestly surprised that the porn logic didn’t add any strange occurrences on the walk.

Naturally, the second that thought formed in your head, something happened.

As you passed round the side of a tall fence, your shirt got caught on a stray piece of metal. What would have been a minor inconvenience, barely a rip, in your old reality, was a complete pornographic disaster in this one, as every button on your shirt somehow ripped off, leaving your shirt hanging open.

The cold air hit your skin and goosebumps erupted all over your chest. Yelping, you dragged the pieces of shirt back together and held them firmly closed. Obviously, you weren’t fast enough to stop Kakashi from getting a look. The way he was pointedly looking away from you, rosy cheeked, said it all.

“Stupid fence,” you grumbled, giving it a dirty look. This wasn’t exactly the first time, or even the coldest time, that porn logic had decided to spontaneously strip someone, but it always managed to catch you off guard. Did the people who lived in erotica worlds always carry spare changes of clothes just in case?

“Are you hurt?” Kakashi asked. He sounded a little awkward, but ultimately sincere. It was nice that he’d decided to go for genuine concern over sarcasm, and you decided to do the same.

“I’m fine, it just caught me by surprise. At least it’s dark so no one caught an eye full.”

Kakashi coughed. Okay, no one apart from him.

“I’ll send a message to maintenance in the morning, but for now, I have a spare shirt in my office that you’re welcome to borrow for the evening.”

Huh, what do you know, people did keep spare clothes around. You were about to decline, citing the late hour and the fact that you were wearing a coat that you could do up, when you realised what was happening. You’d bet anything that something sexy would happen if you followed him up to his office.

“That would be great, thanks.” You weren’t going to let this slide from your grip when he was so pretty. And honestly, he was starting to seem like less of an asshole in general. He was fun, traumatised, and had eight dogs, if that wasn’t your type, you didn’t know what was.

…

Flickering the lights on in his office, Kakashi went into one of the cupboards to look for the shirt while you snooped at the ornaments he had on his shelves. Notably, there were no pictures. You picked up a weird ceramic circle statue and turned it over to see if it did anything cool.

You had passed a security guard on the way up to Kakashi’s office, that looked very intrigued as to why you two were together so late, and why your shirt was ripped open, so you resigned yourself to the rumour mill only getting worse by tomorrow.

“Are you nosy by nature or just interested in my office in particular?”

“Shut up.” You put back the ornament and turned to face him. He was holding the spare shirt in his hand. “You want to fuck me so bad, don’t deny it.”

You expected another eye roll.

“Oh, you have no idea,” he growled, watching you intensely. Oh, that wasn’t an eye roll.

One moment you were staring at him, unsure of what to say, and the next, you were crashing together, lips, tongue, and teeth, in a horny and aggressive kiss. You didn’t know which one of you moved first, you didn’t really care, you only knew that Kakashi was hot and infuriating, and you wanted to kiss him until he couldn’t make that smug face anymore.

Kissing Kakashi was giving you whiplash. He was different to Itachi in every way you could think of. He was confident, aggressive, he fought with you, clashed with you, and he seemed to determined to kiss you twice as hard as you kissed him.

It was obvious that Kakashi’s submission wouldn’t be freely given like Itachi’s, no, you would have to earn it. The challenge scratched at your instincts, and suddenly you wanted to prove to this omega that he could trust you. A good orgasm should lay the groundwork for that.

Both coats were quickly discarded as you kissed, and your ruined shirt fell off moments later.

You had been consciously avoiding his hair in fear of the amount of wax you figured he used to keep that hair style, but one weak moment, as Kakashi’s hips jolted forwards towards yours, you forgot, and ran you fingers through it.

To your surprise, your fingers glided through the soft strands easily. You were so shocked that you broke the kiss. You furrowed your eyebrows as you examined his hair.

“What are you doing?” he panted, confused.

“How the fuck does your hair stay up like that without any hairspray or wax?”

“What?” He sounded baffled. “This is just what my hair looks like. Does it matter?”

“I guess not.”

The kiss resumed, somehow more desperate and aggressive than before. Kakashi grabbed your waist so hard that you could feel the pin pricks from his nails digging into your skin. In return, you made use of your new found knowledge and grabbed a handful of Kakashi’s hair.

You pushed him backwards, never once breaking the rhythm of your kiss, until his upper thighs made contact with the front of his desk. His pot of pens fell as the desk jolted, scattering the expensive pens all over the ground. Neither of you paid it any mind.

When you finally pulled away for air, Kakashi wasted no time, immediately latching onto your neck with reckless abandon. There was something feral about him that was making you hot. He didn’t hold back. You could tell that he was experienced, and he was using every drop of that experience to his advantage.

While he was distracted, you worked on undoing his buttons. It was harder than it looked to remain focused while Kakashi was doing his best impression of a vampire on your neck.

“You have way too many fucking buttons on this shirt.”

“It’s a normal number of buttons,” he murmured against your skin.

“There is literally nothing normal about you.”

“And you say I’m the rude one.”

“That’s because you fucking are.”

Eventually, you managed to undo the last button. Your noise of triumph morphed into a moan as Kakashi nipped around your collar bone. You used his hair to tug him back before loosening his tie and pushing the shirt off his shoulders.

The way his torso looked, bare but with a loose tie hanging over it, unlocked a kink you didn’t know you had. In fact, everything about him was hot. As you dragged the shirt down his arms, you could feel his muscles flexing. Kakashi was strong and broad, and he wore it so well.

You didn’t bother pulling the shirt off all the way, instead letting it bunch at his wrists, acting as a semi-restraint. He tugged at it experimentally, and when he found it restricting his movement, his pupils dilated.

You cooed as you ran your hands all over his naked torse. That’s right, he was a forceful person, certainly, but any shows of dominance were likely performative or learnt behaviours, because this man was a giant sub at heart.

You grabbed his bottom lip between your teeth and pulled it lightly. Kakashi growled at you, but you knew what he was doing; he wasn’t telling you to stop, he was challenging you. You growled back, stronger, louder, and just as you thought, his growling stopped, and his scent took on a delicious hint of submission.

“God, you really are annoyingly hot,” you growled, biting along his jaw. “Emphasis on annoying.”

“Takes one to know one,” he fired back, squeezing your waits.

“Mutual handjob?” you whispered against his skin, already undoing his trousers, before doing the same with yours.

“That the first intelligent thing you’ve said all night.”

“Fuck you.”

You grabbed Kakashi’s muscular thighs and lifted him slightly until he was perched on his desk. A stack of papers tipped over and fluttered to the ground, but that wasn’t a problem for present you, so you happily ignored the chaos in favour of the panting omega in front of you.

You took your dick out from your pants and did the same for Kakashi. They bumped up against each other, searingly hot and unflinchingly hard. You let out a whistle of appreciation at his cock. It was big, bigger than most alphas you’d met, and certainly bigger than any omega’s cock you’d ever seen. In fact, just eyeballing it, he was roughly the same size as you. His shaft was as pale as the rest of him, but the head was an angry red. It was girthy too, and it felt hot and solid in your palm.

Purposefully, you thrust your hips forward, guiding your cock against his with both of your hands. Kakashi moaned, thrusting up to meet you. He could only watch, his hands restrained as they were.

You kept your hands around the dicks, keeping them aligned as you both started to rut against each other. Beads of pre cum quickly made their appearance, which only made everything else feel that much better.

There was something deeply satisfying about what you were doing, especially because you were both still half-dressed. It made it feel desperate, like you couldn’t wait long enough to get your clothes off, too desperately attracted to each other, and had instead chosen to rub off on each other like horny teenagers.

You made out messily while you grinded against each other. Maintaining a consistent pace was a little difficult, especially as things got wetter and wetter, but you managed. There was something sexy about the chaos. The increased sensitivity from being in the erotica world didn’t hurt either.

Your moans and groans increased in frequency as you got closer. If felt like every nerve ending you had was on fire, and Kakashi looked much like you felt, covered in a thin sheen of sweat that was obvious under the hard corporate lighting.

Technically, with it being so bright inside and so dark outside, anyone who happened to glance up would have got a glimpse of you, but you were both too far gone to care.

“You love having someone take control of you, don’t you Kakashi,” you moaned, pressing your lips against his. “You’re tired of always being in control, aren’t you? The big CEO, everyone’s relying on you, but who do you get to rely on? Who looks after you? You want someone to do that, don’t you? You’re a walking, talking CEO stereotype.”

“Who says I’m going to give control to you?” he panted, licking his lips. “Aren’t you getting ahead of yourself?”

“Hmm, nope, I think I’m right on track,” you teased. Already picking up on his proclivity for biting, you gave a bite in return, just shy of where a mating mark might theoretically go. Kakashi gasped, his hands straining at the shirt that restrained them. “I’ll get you to submit to me properly, one day.”

“We’ll see.”

The alcohol and the increased sensitivity were mixing together to make this tryst shorter than expected, but Kakashi seemed to be in the same boat, so you couldn’t bring yourself to care. The banter ceased as the final stretch towards your orgasms started.

As your ending approached, you bent down and sealed your lips with Kakashi’s once more. Suddenly, everything crested, and pleasure flowed over you in waves. Your thrusts got sloppy, but neither of you cared. Kakashi came with a guttural moan. His stomach muscles flexing in a hypnotic dance.

The extra cum afforded by the porn logic soaked both your dicks and your hands, staining both pairs of trousers too. It dripped onto the carpet, and if the security guard didn’t spread a rumour about you and Kakashi hooking up, one of the cleaners probably would.

Some of Kakashi’s cum had even landed on the spare shirt, so you now had a choice between a torn shirt, or one covered in cum to match your stained trousers. Great. Why did horny you always make such bad decisions?

You and Kakashi remained leaning against each other for a while, just catching your breaths and marvelling at how fast your relationship had move. You wouldn’t have believed it if someone had told you during your interview that you’d end up grinding on that asshole’s desk a few days later.

‘I would have believed it.’

‘Thanks, James.’

Kakashi opened his mouth to speak, but the door to his office suddenly opened, cutting him off. You both stiffened, snapping up to face the intruder like a pair of deer in headlights.

There, standing in the doorway with the expression of a man who was entirely done with life, was Kakashi’s chauffeur. Instead of an apology of any kind, the man just sighed.

“The car is downstairs when you are ready. Please try and clean up before getting in, the leather won’t forget these kinds of smells easily.” With that, he left, shutting the door firmly behind him.

You and Kakashi looked at each other, then to the door, and then to each other, before you both burst out laughing.

What a way to end the night.

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mrsriddlenott · 6 months

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Could u pls do a pt 2 to patience? 😭🧎🏼‍♀️

Yessss Yes I can🥰 I think I got a bit carried away not gonna lie but this may be my favorite thing I’ve written on here so I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Patience Pt2

[masterlist][Pt1]

Bf!Mattheo Riddle x fem!Reader

Warnings:Smut,OrgasmDenial,D/S Dynamics, Exhibitionism/PublicSex,Teasing, Dacryphilia(kinda), Unprotected PinV.

It didn’t take Mattheo long to begin exploring his newly found kink, and it soon became his utmost favorite thing to do. He’d innocently smile across from you at dinner as you stumble over your words, his voice filling your mind with promises of what he’d do to you later. He’d sit beside you in class, dutifully taking notes for you both as he distracted you with images of him taking you on that very desk.

“Do you like that Princess? Do you want me to fuck you in front of everyone?” Thankfully you’d grown rather good at hiding moans and gasps from his surprises, much to his dismay. So he just found new ways to earn those pretty noises. Some days he’d tease you relentlessly without ever allowing you to touch him outside of your thoughts until you were too needy to care about the noises you’d make. On other days he’d discreetly bring his hand down to run his fingertips along the top of your thigh while he told you how much he needed you in your mind. All the while never intending to give you anything, just to make you act like a needy little brat so he’d get to treat you accordingly.

Today Mattheo had decided to try a new mix of the two, he figured if he put enough thought into it he could make you feel anything he wanted you to, anywhere he wanted you to. Just the thought of you coming in your seat at merely imagining his touch had Mattheo struggling to fit his dick behind his zipper that morning. At breakfast he did his best to act as calm as possible as he took his usual seat across from you with a smile, “Good morning Gorgeous, did you sleep well?”

As soon as he watched your lips go to form your sentence, he concentrated on your beautiful mind and how amazing it would feel to please you from under the table, forcing a rush of warmth to run directly up your inner thigh as though Mattheo had just gotten on his knees and licked his way below your skirt. He took the light gasp and widened eyes as evidence enough of his plan working, the human mind was after all, more or less, a mass of cords he could rewire at his will.

The corners of Mattheo’s mouth rising into a wicked grin told you all you needed to know, whimpering slightly as the sensation of his teeth marking your thigh flooded your nerve endings. “You like that Baby? New little trick of mine. Are you okay with it?” The way he nonchalantly ate scrambled eggs and watched your face as though he wasn’t giving you phantom kisses across your naval had you squirming in your seat and falling into a submissive state.

You knew he wouldn’t use any of his mind tricks to hurt or control you. Or do anything you said not to for that matter, but knowing he could, knowing that he was in fact taught to use magic for mental manipulation to do just that to enemies of his father, had a rush of heat shooting to your core that dampened your panties as you nodded your head quickly. Mattheo arched his eyebrows at you while he smiled into his juice after having read your thoughts, he knew you loved the sense of control he had over you in moments like these and he absolutely adored when you were his good girl.

But today, he wanted the bratty, attitude filled y/n that had him tightened against his jeans from the day he met you. And he was hell bent on bringing her out to play.

He was painfully hard and growing more so while he watched you try not to move as his nonexistent fingers ghosted over your clit. He was teasing himself just as much as he was you, wishing he could feel and taste your wetness he was positive was accumulating between your thighs. Mattheo wanted to punish you, he wanted you to be looking up at him with glossy eyes and begging in that adorably whiny little voice of yours by the end of the day. And being the fair boyfriend he was, he’d never punish you without reason…….so he’d make a reason.

“Words Darling.” You huffed at him, scrunching your eyebrows together from across the table. Mattheo could tell you weren’t going to last very long, but he had a lot planned for you nevertheless. He waved his hand out, urging you to speak as he kept eating his breakfast.

“Y-yea,” You managed, gripping the table with a gasp as Mattheo’s imaginary tongue slid between your folds without warning. “What was that Baby? Sorry I couldn’t hear you.” He teased, eyes watching you like a hawk as you steadied yourself against the table. He bit back a grin as he reveled in the fact that not a single soul but you and him knew what he was making you feel right now.

“Yes,” You said louder, in a breathy voice as he made you feel his tongue repeatedly flicking at your clit below your underwear at an unrelenting pace, before abruptly ending his assault on your nerves with an innocent smile.

“You didn’t think I’d give it to you all at once did you?” He chuckled at your desperation, looking forward to the day ahead of him even more so now with your shiny eyes looking to him as a pout formed on your lips.

“Eat, I know you’re hungry,” Mattheo spoke calmly and sweetly, but with the edge of dominance that let you know he was planning on continuing this game until you couldn’t think properly. You huffed and scowled at him as you grabbed for his muffin, stealing it from him as he watched how you were growing frustrated with a content smile.

~~~~

He started off slowly in your first class of the day. He knew you weren’t great at Potions and knew you’d absolutely Crucio him if you failed this pop quiz. So he’d opted for relaxing you with the feeling of kisses along your neck and making it feel as though he was squeezing your shoulders comfortingly while correcting your mistakes from the back of your thoughts before you wrote them. He’d ever so slightly drag his imaginary teeth across your sweet spot every once in a while, teasing you as you jumped slightly before continuing on with his sweet pecks. Leaving you soaked and wanting more as you began to wiggle in your seat and huff in annoyance, something Mattheo found oh so pleasing.

~~~~

History of Magic, however, was a different story. As soon as Professor Binns began speaking, you felt Mattheo’s large calloused hands running up the fronts of your thighs as though he was knelt before you. For a second your eyes fell below the desk, watching the empty air thinking for sure you’d find a second Mattheo as his phantom fingers slipped beneath the hem of your underwear. Mattheo bit at his knuckle with a smile as he watched you looking for his nonexistent hands, squirming in your seat less than a foot away from him. “I wish I could feel you for real Princess,”

The sudden feeling of bites, and kisses, and licks almost made you forget not to speak, catching yourself just in time to thinking clearly for him to hear, “Hypothetically you could.” Mattheo giggled at you, shaking his head mockingly as he leant on his arms, smiling at you like a sweetheart who wasn’t planning on relentlessly teasing you all day.

“Wake me up before the bell Princess.” Mattheo sighed with a fake yawn and a wink before closing his eyes and focusing solely on your pleasure. Mattheo saw himself in the room, as though he was a ghost out of his own body, kneeling before you under the desk like worship. He wasted no time in delving into you, sucking at your clit and making you jolt forward in your seat next to him. A boyish grin grew on his real face beside you as he smiled into your legs in your mind.

His tongue maintained a brutal pace as you wiggled in your seat, going back and forth from sucking and flicking with his tongue, making out with your pussy until he was certain you were going to explode. Removing the sensation before quickly shoving two of his imaginary fingers into you, forcing you to audibly gasp as Mattheo hummed approvingly beside you. It felt like you were actually being stretched around air below the lace of your underwear as a shiver ran down your spine. Mattheo slowly stimulated your g-spot from the back of your mind, making it increasingly difficult to remain quiet and still as your walls clenched around nothing. Your thighs instinctively came together to rub against each other but the feeling of his nonexistent fingers remained, not quite enough to push you over the edge on their own.

“Oh, are you tired of me already Princess? I guess I can give you a break then.” And with that, the sensation stopped. A desperate whine of a “No” almost falling from your lips as your mind spoke it to it’s invader, huffing and taking shallow breaths. Mattheo cracked an eye to watch you as you leant back in your chair, brows furrowed and arms crossed with a pout on your face, he was close.

~~~~

In Transfiguration he didn’t even warn you. As you were sat beside Mattheo like always, almost forgetting the game at play, suddenly Mattheo found his way into your mind again, making you feel filled with his phantom fingers once more. Mattheo remained focused ahead, showing no signs of remorse as you let out a frustrated hmph that made his dick twitch in his pants while you eyed his side profile angrily.

“Patience Gorgeous…” He spoke in a slow, dominant voice in your thoughts as he side eyed you, writing something down you’d entirely missed. “How about this Baby,” He started in a soothing voice, slowly drawing his imaginary fingers in and out of you, “If you can get through the rest of class without coming, I’ll get you out of here and give you a proper fuck. What d’ya say?”

You were nodding your head eagerly before he was even finished, “tsk tsk, I know you know the rules Baby,” You narrowed your eyes at him defiantly as Mattheo halted his actions on your notes paper, eyeing you with raised eyebrows like a challenge, just waiting for you to disobey him. The feeling of his other hand gripping at your thigh distracted you as your eyes shot to where it should have been before giving in, biting your lip to hold back a moan at his tightening phantom grip.

“I can, yes,” You whispered in a voice you weren’t quite sure he even heard at first. “You can what?” He whispered back in a cockily smooth, silky voice that sent shivers down your spine and directly to your core. You gave him pleading eyes as you brought your bottom lip between your teeth, silently begging him to just take your answer as your eyes began to water.

He swore he was about to cum in his pants at the sight of you all needy over him manipulating your mind in just the right way. Mattheo gave you a mocking little laugh before giving in to you as he always would. He loved to think he was in control but even Mattheo knew he’d give you absolutely anything you wanted if you gave him those eyes. Before you had time to react, he was diving into your mind again with no warning.

“Gods, you’re such a pathetic little girl aren’t you?” You almost screamed in pleasure as you felt the fingers of his other hand suddenly rubbing fast circles on your sensitive clit while the other pounded into you at a brutal pace. “You wish these were my real fingers don’t you Princess? Wish everyone could hear the mess I’m making of you?” You nodded weakly as you rested your head on the desk in front of you, his unrelenting attack of your nerves making it difficult to concentrate on being discreet.

“Don’t worry, I wish it was too. Do you want my cock next Gorgeous?” You couldn’t respond to him, any and all thoughts too jumbled to not accidentally slip past your lips. “I know you do, because you’re a needy little thing, but you’re getting the real deal, not some day dream Darling, so you’ll just have to wait.”

You whimpered into the wood of the desk as you rubbed your thighs together, throbbing and clenching around nothing before looking up to see Mattheo watching you with a hand beneath the desk. You were desperate for a real touch and wanted his hand on you and not him and he knew it. He knew you wouldn’t risk reaching for him and getting him caught also, so he reveled in your teary eyes watching him palm his leaking dick over his jeans.

Suddenly, just as the bell rang, the assault of your senses stopped as Mattheo jumped to gather yours and his things, messily shoving it in both of your bags at random before grabbing for your wrist and tugging you out the door behind him. Your legs were weak and wobbling as you clung to his hand and let him pull you into a classroom only three corridors away from the packed hallway of students transitioning into their next class.

He shoved you through as he slammed the door with a muttered locking and silencing charm before roughly grabbing at your waist. Mattheo yanked you up to him as you subconsciously wrapped your legs around him, meeting his eyes before he practically threw you onto the closest desk. His lips attacked your neck forcing out a pornographic moan from you, grateful to finally be touched.

He wasted no time in roughly ripping at your underwear, tearing them in the middle as his other hand worked to remove his belt and free himself from his boxers. He haphazardly shoved his pants and boxers halfway down his thighs as his dick bounced out against his stomach making him hiss. Mattheo grabbed at the back if your neck, tangling his fingers in your hair, pulling your lips to his in a passionate kiss.

You both were breathing heavily into eachothers mouths as his tongue forced itself against yours, immediately claiming dominance and sighing in satisfaction. Without warning Mattheo’s hands moved to grip your hips, and jolted you forward onto his red, leaking dick. Forcing breathy moans from the both of you as your lips ghosted against each others. “Fucking hell you’re fucking dripping for me.”

“Please fuck me Matty,” You begged, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling yourself off the desk as his arms immediately snaked around your waist to hold you on his dick. You were tired of his teasing and tired of his games, you wanted control of it and whether he realized it or not, he’d handed it to you.

“Anything for you my Princess,” he whispered, placing a delicate kiss to your lips which quickly turned heated as he began to ram into you. Your fingers got lost in his curls as you mindlessly bucked against him with his pace, arching over the table against him. Mattheo chased your lips with his as they left him making you giggle and tug at his hair forcing a groan from the back if his throat.

In a flash he’d forced your back flat against the table, hovering over you with dark eyes and his signature smile. “I want a kiss Baby” He said slowly and sweetly, in direct contrast of the way he was driving into your g-spot over and over. He smashed his lips into yours, nipping at your bottom lip as your nails dug into his back through his shirt. You clenched around him as your legs shook with the table, your vision going slightly blurry with euphoria as you came undone below him.

You let your head fall back as Mattheo lead a trail of kisses and bites up and down your neck as his movements became sloppy and his moans grew louder. You rode out your high as he stuttered above you, clutching at the edge of the desk that bounced against the floor, biting at your neck to quiet himself as he filled you with his cum.

“Fuck Matty,” You sighed as he chuckled and looked up to meet your eyes, his hair was damp with sweat and his curls hung over his eyes as he looked at you with a shockingly innocent smile.

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I honestly love this so much🫣

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narcissistshandler · 7 months

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hello! Can I request a Taehun Seong x Top Male Reader x Yeonu Ji? Where the two compete on who can make the reader cum first? Like they are blowing the reader off in Yeonu bedroom, and the reader is desperately trying to cum but the two makes it hard since they keep unintentionally edging him because they keep arguing.

And then the reader has enough then just force his dick into their mouth and cums (you can pick on who's mouth the reader cums into), and basically ends with the reader fucking them until they can't think anymore, if it's alright with you

𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘

✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 male reader x ji yeonwoo x seong taehoon

✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 amab!reader, blowjob (reader receiving), top!reader, bottom!yeonwoo, bottom&top!taehoon, light sub/dom dynamic, unintentional edging

✧ 𝖠/𝖭 I think this was lighter than you wanted, but I hope you like it anyway. Just three more requests, hang in there with me.

Your eyes fell closed, pure darkness filling your vision and a deep moan rising in the throat as you felt soft lips closing around the tip of your cock just above where the calloused fingers gripped the length. Your head was thrown back in pleasure, the sucking gentle and enthusiastic as Yeonwoo did his best to take you all the way into his mouth. His every movement was careful and experimental, as if he had studied up on how to give someone a blowjob and knowing your boyfriend well, you knew this could very well be the case.

As much as you wanted to thrust yourself deep into his soft mouth, to have more of that heat and wetness and those fingers tentatively pulling your cock while licking and sucking you, you didn't. You let him explore, watch your reactions and learn little by little even if the heat growing under your skin demanded otherwise.

After a long twenty minutes of being graced with Yeonwoo's enthusiastic touches and licks, you could no longer contain the urgency bubbling in your stomach. Your breathing quickened and your mouth opened, about to give warning as you felt the tremor start your his legs.

But apparently there was a person there more impatient with Yeonwoo's study than you.

"You're doing this wrong. Breathe through your nose." Came Taehoon's voice, his tone full of amusement despite the twinge of judgment. "Hold it tighter," he said, despite the instructions he seemed to mock your boyfriend. "Open your mouth wider."

And you could tell that even though Yeonwoo might be giving Taehoon an annoyed look, he still promptly followed the instructions, believing the tips given. His fingers tightened around you and your hips threatened to move when just the tip of your cock slid too close to his throat, the need building in your stomach, ready to snap...

Yeonwoo immediately backed away, coughing.

You opened your eyes, ready to make sure he was okay even though that construction had been brutally interrupted and all you wanted was to pull Yeonwoo back to you and push your dick back into his mouth, until you came deep down his throat.

“You don’t need to follow everything Taehoon says,” you reassured him, your voice deep and your breathing slowly slowing down from its labored pace. Your dick twitching in Yeonwoo's hand when you saw his flushed face, the glasses crooked on his nose and the saliva running down the lips.

Yeonwoo and Taehoon were kneeling at your feet. Yeonwoo naked, his own red and hard dick dangling between his legs, Taehoon on the other hand was just shirtless, his firm, well-worked muscles exposed and his tight black pants low on his hips, an obvious erection pressing against the fabric.

"You can do whatever you prefer, don't be in a rush."

Yeonwoo wiped the saliva running down his chin and a sweet smile curved his full lips. "Right."

“And it’s okay to choke,” Taehoon continued as if you hadn’t said anything. "[name] likes it when we choke on his dick."

Yeonwoo looked at you as if he was waiting for confirmation or denial, but Taehoon wasn't wrong, so you diverted the subject so that Yeonwoo wouldn't feel obligated to give you a deep throat. “I like whatever you two do,” you said and looked at your cock twitching between Yeonwoo’s fingers. "Do you want to continue?"

Taehoon smiled, half mocking your response and pressed Yeonwoo to the side with his shoulder. "Move on, my turn."

Yeonwoo rolled his eyes, but moved to the side and let Taehoon take his previous position. The hand that held you was gone, the heat and tightness denying you the pleasure, but Taehoon's larger, more experienced hand soon covered you, thumb pressing against the sensitive head as he pulled you in familiar slow thrusts, so firm, it almost became painful. Oh.

You moaned, Taehoon's warm, amused eyes watching your reactions as he leaned in and licked at the leaking slit.

“Fuck,” you cursed, one hand shooting out to grab a fistful of his brown hair.

Taehoon's pride-filled laugh sent a beam of heat through your stomach, his hot breath hitting your length wet with the mixture of his and Yeonwoo's saliva. Without breaking eye contact, he opened his mouth and took more of your length into his mouth, his outstretched tongue trailing along the bottom in a damn erotic display.

Taehoon was good at this, so good at everything he did, it was almost unfair.

Yeonwoo watched Taehoon's movements, seeming to make mental notes as he was unable to stop doing even at a time like these.

He leaned against your hips, kissing wherever he could reach while focusing his attention on how Taehoon swallowed your cock without much difficulty. Your other hand ran through his dark hair, a gentler reflection contrary to your fingers gripping Taehoon's hair.

"Let me try again," Yeonwoo said, there was a tone in his voice that indicated it wasn't a request at all, his hand shooting out to grab the part of his dick that was exposed when Taehoon pulled away. You inhaled deeply as you tried to push Taehoon back down. You needed this, badly.

Taehoon however, pulled away easily, despite the painful tug on his hair. The muscle in your leg twitched at the lost heat of Taehoon's mouth and you sighed deeply, leaving your boyfriends to argue and negotiate amongst themselves about sucking your cock, even though the urgency and need grew by the second, now having release denied for the second time.

"Wait your turn." Taehoon licked his lower lip, collecting the drop of saliva there, trying to displace Yeonwoo's grip with his free hand.

Yeonwoo didn't pull back, fingers closing tighter around you in response to Taehoon's movement, his short nails dug into your skin and you grunted in response, feeling like you could cum like this, with the pain and the pleasure and Taehoon and Yeonwoo arguing on your feet. They fought for power over your cock like a tug of war, neither of them backing down.

“You’re going to rip my dick off like this,” you growled, pulling both of their hair as a small form of punishment. What you really wanted was to bend them over the bed and spank their asses until they couldn't walk straight.

"Rock, paper and scissors?" Yeonwoo tried.

"Taehoon. Yeonwoo."

"Don't be stupid," was Taehoon's response, both of them ignoring the bite of scolding in your voice.

"So how do you want to do this?" asked Yeonwoo, as he took his hand away with a roll of his eyes. Taehoon also let go of you and seemed to consider a response. "Do you want to take tunes and whoever makes him cum first wins?"

Fuck this, you thought as you grabbed your dick and began to masturbate in quick, urgent jerks. You moaned loudly and their attention immediately turned to you, seeming irritated by your initiative to touch yourself. The displeasure on both their faces dissolved within seconds though, and they both leaned forward with their mouths open, tongues lolling out, and eyes shining expectantly. There was a little personal dispute there, you could say.

The muscle in your thigh pulled, shock traveling down your spine. Your free hand tugged at Yeonwoo's hair, bringing his face closer to Taehoon's, just seconds before your balls tightened and your dick pulsed, shooting thick ropes of cum that landed on Taehoon and Yeonwoo's touching tongues in an erotic scene, on the lenses of Yeonwoo's glasses and on one of Taehoon's sharp cheeks.

Curses left your mouth, feeling beads of sweat roll down your stomach as you continued to masturbate through the orgasm.

"Precocious," Taehoon teased as he swallowed, fingers catching what splashed on his face and bringing it into his mouth.

Yeonwoo just moaned, leaning down to lick the tip of your dick, and then suck, wanting to extract every drop from you. You continued to pull your cock through the hot sensitivity, feeling yourself spill even more into Yeonwoo's soft mouth.

"You two are a tease, you know that?" You grunted between your teeth and pulled Yeonwoo back to take him off your dick, then leaned down and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips. "Get into bed, boy, my turn to play."

Yeonwoo was eager, getting on all fours in the middle of the bed and shaking his butt in the air. You stood up and gently slapped one of his small ass cheeks, which earned you a moan. Despite the sensitivity, you wanted nothing more than to fuck them into the mattress until your dick could no longer get hard.

“You too, Taehoon,” you ordered then, your voice breathless.

"What should I do?" he questioned, unbuttoning and pushing his pants and underwear down his legs, leaving him completely naked in the middle of the room. His dick was dripping wet, the tip an angry red. And he walked slowly to the bed, letting you drink in his nakedness.

Taehoon climbed onto the bed on his knees, the smile never falling from his lips. It was a little funny how Taehoon always seemed in control, even when asking for instructions and you knew he loved taking orders.

“I want you to enter Yeonwoo.” The reaction to the words were instantaneous, both of your boyfriends groaning at the mere thought of it.

Taehoon was more eager than usual, sticking his slender fingers into Yeonwoo's already stretched and lubricated hole to make sure he was stretched enough, before lining up his cock and pushing inside. The sounds they both made filled the room, overlapping. Taehoon grunted with his fingers squeezing Yeonwoo's slim hips, who promptly rocked back, taking Taehoon as deep as possible.

You had to squeeze your own cock to keep yourself from cumming once again as you watched the sight your boyfriends made together. Taehoon stopped moving once he sank completely into Yeonwoo's heat, panting as he waited for your permission.

Reaching for the bottle of lube, you moved even closer to the bed, standing behind Taehoon's tall, muscular figure. After wetting your fingers, you pulled one of his skinny ass cheeks away and touched his tight, dry hole. A sigh fell from Taehoon's mouth.

Unlike Yeonwoo who used to prepare alone, Taehoon was a little shy when it came to playing with that place and so he always let you or Yeonwoo stretch him.

“Fuck him,” you said, as you slid the first finger inside Taehoon, who clenched tightly around the intrusion. His hips shot out in one thrust, firm and urgent. Yeonwoo shouted. “Slowly,” you scolded him, using your free hand to pull his hips back and against you, letting your finger sink deeper. "Don't be in a rush, we still have plenty of time." And if Yeonwoo's father decided to arrive early from work, then well, he would have a not-so-fun surprise when he entered his son's room.

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Sell Me My Nightmare

Pairing: Male!Sleep Paralysis Demon x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, dub-con (because Reader is still mostly unable to move) fear play, biting, dirty talk, blowjob, size kink, possessive sex, he is more friendly this time, Reader allowed to move a little

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: Next part of my Sleep Paralysis Demon fic. The Reader can move a bit here cause I wanna get to an eventual chase scene that can really lean into the whole predator/prey dynamic. But this is bit more wholesome too since she knows him now.

It happened again, for the second time now you were rendered immobile on your own bed, kept warm by the covers and the surrounding walls. A dim light shone through, right to the foot of the bed where he hid.

Blue eyes locked onto yours sending a shiver down your spine, fear and arousal mixing as one. His head turned to an inhuman angle, then back again.

"I told you we would meet again, my sweet dreamer." Unable to greet him in your current state you blinked at him, a little out if still, adjusting to this in-between state of being.

Moonlight illuminated him as he crawled on top of you, pulling the blanket down in the process, leaving it a pile on the floor and your body free for him to explore again. His weight shifted on top of you, heavy but not crushing, his light blue tongue licking his mouth in anticipation of the delicious meal he was about to have.

"Have you missed me? I missed you." A deep rumble reverberated from his chest when he leaned down to nuzzle your neck and inhale your scent, "Certainly smells like you missed me too." He moved to the other side, examining the faint but still visible bite mark on your neck, "No other has had you while I was away. Good."

Sharp fangs nibbled on your neck, each press of the warm tongue and cold fangs sending shockwaves through you, "Y- Pl- Ne-" You choked on your words over and over, struggling to speak in your current state. "Want it." You spoke suddenly, by his will alone. "Why di-" Your breath hitched again. He was toying with you, letting you speak only when he wanted you to.

"Apologies my dear, you're all too fun to tease." Sharp claws dragged up your front, taking your shirt with them, a warm hand cupping your breast, the other joining soon after to play with you, roll the sharp ends of his claws around your nipples. Your body responded in the only way it could, with jerky movements and faint whimpers, and a quickly beating heart, "Still scared of me? If I wanted to devour you I would have done so already. No, I have much better plans for you, for us."

For us. That statement, for whatever reason, sounded right to you. There being an "us" between the two of you. Being his, having him be yours.

Even though you were underneath him, unable to move, pinned and helpless there was something you were feeling more than fear. Horny. He was making so incredibly horny, and with just a few touches and honied, whispered words too.

"I want you as well, my sweet. I was unable to forget about you since that night. How wonderful it felt to be one with you. How beautiful you were in the thorns of your release. How you begged and squeezed your hole around my length. I am positively aching to have you again." His growl send a flood directly between your legs and thankfully you were able to spread them just a little.

Perhaps you were to preoccupied with his hands and mouth on you to notice it before but now when he moved forward you felt his naked cock rubbing against you. Once you noticed it there was no denying it, you wanted him. This... demon who visited and ravished you, had his way with you and make you come on his cock like a bitch in heat. You wanted him again.

"Oh that's right." He chuckled and pulled away, his eyes roaming your body, "I've a taste of you before but you still haven't tasted me properly have you? We really should make it even." His flaws tore into your clothes like a wild animal, his predatory dangerous smirk spreading across his face. No blood was drawn from you, not a single drop even in his frenzied attack. "How beautiful you are, and all mine."

"Yo- yes." A single word of agreement was all that was needed from you. An admission in a voice so unlike your own, laced with nothing but pure lust.

"There's something I've been curious about since out last encounter." He kissed your cheek slowly, his fingers reaching down to part your folds, the others pressing against your lips, "Does your mouth feel as good as your cunt?" Your eyes widened at the question, pussy tightening around his intruding fingers. "Both should be claimed by me don't you think? Can't let another demon get any ideas here, I'm not the sharing sort."

As you opened your mouth to speak he was already on you, his hard cock right in front of your face, his large hands holding your head. Right. He wasn't human. With the way he talks and acts it's easy to forget. But those eyes, those teeth, that smile, they're unmistakably not human.

Your mouth was pushed open by his cock, fitting around it perfectly yet unable to take all of him down your throat without choking. He payed no mind to it, even when you showed visible struggle, "Breathe through your nose, slowly in and out, in and out. Like this." His hips started to roll back and forth, setting a snails pace, allowing you to relax, to follow his lead. He pulls back, you inhale, he pushes in, you exhale. "Good girl, you're doing great. I'll speed up a little, you keep breathing for me like that and I'll take care of the rest."

The taste was strong on your tongue but not unpleasant, rather it drove you wild, it made you want to move your head up and down his cock, to lick and kiss use your mouth for him. Why? Why won't he let you move? Does he think you would run? Would it matter if you did? Based on what you've seen he could catch you easily, pin your smaller body to the ground and take you any way he likes, in any position he likes.

"Is that what you dream about when I don't visit?" Your eyes panned up to his face. He was growling, clenching his teeth, drooling, "My dreamer has been so very needy. Shame we only have such limited time with each other. If I could see you in your world as well I would never get enough of you. How could I? You fit me so well, suck me so well. I would make you mine in both worlds. Would you like that?" He pulled back, letting his cock slap against your lips, smearing his thick cum over them with glee. "Talk."

"I..." Would you? You know nothing about him other then he's a demon and his cock is the best you've ever had. "Don't know. But I want you. Now, I want you now." His body shifted back down, his hands eyes never leaving yours while he lined himself up. He bent his head to the side again, then slowly to the other, observing how you struggled to move, to buck into him, anything. "You're wasting time."

To your surprise you found yourself able to wrap your legs around him, eliciting a loud rumbling sound from him as his cock pushed past your entrance. Unlike the first time he slid inside you with no pausing, as eager to be inside you as you were to have him there again. His hand took your wrist, his thumb easily bigger then your palm, his fingers long and thick but so gentle as they interlocked with yours.

The smallest jolts were enough to make your legs shake around him, to try to pull him closer. Your words were far and few in between among the moans and the whimpers, a mixture of, "Yes. Right there. It's so deep. So good." All of it served to make his cock pulse inside you every time your hips slapped against each other, every time his cock hit your that sensitive spot inside your pussy, that drove you wild, wild just like he was, that make you scream your orgasm out to him as your body continued to be moved back and forth by the sheer force of him pounding his cock into your pussyhole.

"Such a good feeling, having my cock squeezed by you like this." He dove forward and pinned your hands to the bed, his claws digging and tearing through the mattress. Sharp teeth sought out to renew the mark he made before, the pain making your pussy even tighter, "This one too, I'll have this hole too. All of you, soon my sweet, I'll will claim all of you." If possible his thrusts grew faster, rougher, his cock filling your tight hole with his creamy cum, marking you, just as he promised.

Every second of it was heaven, his lips kissing your neck, his body covering yours, his knees bent so he could get the best angle, his large hands covering yours, his growls of pleasure next to your ear, his cock still hot and throbbing inside your pussy. "Stay." You found yourself wanting.

"Want more of me already?" He laughed against your shoulder and nibbled on it.

"No. Well... I do but... stay like this until I wake up." You wished your hands were free so you could embrace him close. Heh, falling for a monster you only met twice, and both those times he fucked your pussy raw. How unromantic.

"My little dreamer, I assure you I'd keep you right here for eternity if I were able to." A slightly dangerous declaration, but tempting nonetheless. "I feed on no other you know. I could not bring myself to, after that night with you. They all tasted... foul. So fear not, we'll meet again soon. I'll be there to take all your troubles away. So please..." He rolled his hips against yours again, making your toes curl from how sensitive you were, "Be patient. And I, Xol, will reward you thoroughly."

Xol. He had a name.

"Xol." You whispered as the morning light hit your eyes. He wasn't there but just like before, you could still feel his lingering touch, his warmth and the promise of more.

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gogh-with-the-flow · 2 months

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Another Kind of Pleasure (Gaz x Ghost)

I caved. Here's Ghost sounding Gaz.

Warnings: sounding (duh), BDSM themes, dom/sub dynamics, sadism/masichism, bondage

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"Will it hurt?" Kyle asked, a slight tremble in his voice. His chest rose and fell with heavy, steady breaths. His arms were spread out on either side of him tied to the bedposts as he reclined against the headboard, pillows behind his back to add support. Ghost glanced up at him through his mask where he knelt on the bed between Kyle's spread legs.

"That's the whole point, Kyle." He had forgone his skull mask and donned a plain black balaclava with a slit over the mouth. No need to scare the poor boy more than necessary with a death-mask, he was already nervous enough. He slowly pumped Kyle's length, hand and cock both heavily smothered in lube. It wasn't enough stimulation to get Kyle off, just enough to keep him nice and hard for his Lieutenant. "But it'll feel good, too." Ghost's eyes flicked back down to the cock in his hand.

Gaz's dick was as pretty as the rest of him. Dark tan, long, and pleasantly thick; uncut, but when he grew to full hardness, the foreskin pulled itself back to reveal a plump, dark red cockhead. Ghost rubbed his thumb over it, admiring the slit in the center of it, pushing the tip of his lubricated finger just slightly into it, making the man below him grunt. The corner of his lip twitched upward at the sound.

"You trust me, Kyle?" Ghost asked

"Yes, sir," Kyle answered with out even a second of hesitation. He trusted his lieutenant with his very life, of course he trusted him with his pleasure as well. Kyle's eyes dropped to Ghost's cock, then, each man studying the other.

If Gaz was big, then Ghost was huge. Ghost's cock was hard as a rock, but it couldn't stand straight up due to the sheer weight of the thing, instead drooping slightly between hs thighs. The girth alone was enough to make Gaz dizzy, and he was sure the length would reach his stomach once he was inside. The skin of the shaft was mildly darker than the rest of Ghost's pale skin, and the head was a lovely bright pink, almost magenta, partly hidden by the uncut skin. And, best of all, it was pierced. Nine lovely silver rungs of a Jacob's Laddar lined the underside, and at the crown was a Prince Albert hoop.

It was clear that Ghost was no stranger to pain-as-pleasure, but Gaz was still new to the concept of masochism, at least to this degree. He was a fan of nails scratching down his back and deep bite marks on his shoulder, he'd even been slapped a handful of times and was surprised at his own enjoyment.

But when he'd seen his Liutenant's pierced cock in the showers one day, his curiosity peaked. Ghost caught him staring, and the conversation started. Gaz had all sorts of questions, and Ghost had as many answers and more. When Ghost, under his breath, lest anyone else overhear, asked Kyle if he'd like his help with exploring this side of him, Kyle had to hold himself back from cumming in his pants.

The two of them arranged for a weekend together and Ghost met Kyle at his flat with a suitcase full of wonderful toys and instruments. The first day they had started easy, a bit of impact play with paddles and floggers that left Kyle's ass and thighs raw. Now on day two, each time Kyle's hips shifted from Ghost's touches, his tender skin chafed against the sheets below him, and Gaz found that the sensation only excited him more.

"You've done this before, right?" Kyle asked. His voice was low and gravelly, thick with restraint as his breath hitched from Ghost prodding at his cock slit again.

"Yes, several times. On myself and someone else." Ghost looked up at Gaz again and, upon seeing the trepidation on his face, leaned over him and kissed him through the horizontal slit in the mask. "If you don't like it, then we'll stop and try something else. Just say the word. Alright?" Gaz took a deep, quivering breath to steady himself.

"Alright," he answered. And with that, Ghost pulled back and picked up the silver instrument beside him, rubbing his lubricated hand over it, coating it thoroughly in the slippery substance.

The sounding rod was long and narrow, as long as Gaz's cock and then a little more. It was ridged, resembling a string of beads, but it was all one piece, straight and rigid. It was only a few millimeters in diameter and very smooth. Ghost held it up to Gaz's face for him to observe. At the very end was the shape of a skull.

"How fitting," Gaz joked with a shiver, trying to lighten his own mood. Ghost huffed lightly through his nose.

"Are you ready?" Ghost asked, rubbing circles around Gaz's tight cock hole.

Gaz's eyes were fixated on his own dick, and with one last deep, calming breath, he swallowed and said, "Yes, Sir." Ghost moved slowly, positioning the blunt tip of the rod at Gaz's opening, and then pushed. Gaz let out a loud, shuddering moan at the new sensation. It truly was like nothing he'd ever felt. It stung, it burned, it stretched him out, but it was so delicious he knew right away he'd become addicted to this feeling. The soft, squishy flesh of his head popped back up from the tension of the sounding rod as his dick swallowed up the first bead.

Neither Gaz nor Ghost could tear their eyes away from the way each little bead popped into Gaz's cock. About halfway inside him, it became too much for Gaz and he threw his head back, chest heaving with short, sharp breaths.

"Hey," Ghost interrupted gently but firmly, stopping his penetration of Gaz's cock. "Don't hold your breath. Come on, look at me, Kyle." The younger man opened his eyes wide and stared down at him.

"Hurts," was all he could say.

"I know. Just breath through it. Come on." Ghost took a deep breath and Kyle followed. "There you go. Again." They repeated twice more, and on the last exhale, Ghost resumed pushing the rod inside, making Gaz moan loudly, the sound barreling out of his chest. "Almost there, just a couple inches to go."

"It's- it's too- it's too much-"

"You can take it, Kyle. This is the hardest part. You can take it just breathe." And finally, the last couple beads disappeared inside Gaz as he let out a shout. He stared down at his throbbing, twitching dick, the little metal skull bobbing in the center of it.

For a moment they both stared at the rod perfectly inside. Fuck, Kyle could feel it going all the way down to his balls. It was a stretch like no other. The burn made his thighs shake, and he came to the realization that he loved it. He met Ghost's eyes and his lips twitched.

"Fuck," he moaned.

"You like that, Kyle?"

"Fuck... yes sir..." Kyle's throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. Then, Ghost tapped the end of the rod, and the sound Kyle made sounded more like he'd been punched in the gut. The muscles of his arms bulged as he pulled on the restraints. "Lieutenant!" He cried. Ghost only smiled and did it again, then held it in place with one hand as the other started stoking up and down. His thumb pressed against the underside of Kyle's cock, feeling through the skin each bump and divot of the rod inside.

"You feel that, Kyle?" He asked, but Kyle could only moan in response, already out of his mind at the feelings his Lieutenant gave him. Ghost moved his hand tightly, painfully up and down the length, and Kyle writhed and yanked on the ropes around his wrists. But not once did he ever ask to stop.

Ghost started to move the rod in and out of Kyle's cock hole, and was pleased at the tears that began to roll down Kyle's pretty cheeks. His plush lips were parted, his jaw dropped in a mix of pain and mindless pleasure, his misty eyes focused on how Ghost's hands worked the rod in and out, fucking his urethra with it. He did this for some time, until Kyle was just about to cum, and then he pushed the rod all the way in again, and removed his hands completely.

"Please, please, lieutenant, please let me cum, please," Kyle bumbled out, begging, pleading for release.

"Shut the fuck up, Kyle, you'll take what I give you," Ghost said, not quite snapping, but not quite gentle either.

"Yes sir, sorry sir," Kyle quickly responded to his Commanding Officer.

Ghost left Kyle's cock untouched for a moment, letting him stew in the pain and discomfort, and he finally touched his own cock. He had neglected himself the whole night, letting himself hang hard and throbbing in anticipation. Now, though, he stroked himself with his lubed-up hand, adding a few more drops for extra measure. Kyle moaned at the sight and sound of his Lieutenant touching himself.

When he found himself thoroughly lubricated, he reached down to spread Gaz's ass cheeks, grabbing a handful of the plush fat, and then pushing his slippery fingers inside. Gaz moaned loudly at the intrusion, at being penetrated at both ends. Ghost fingered him open quickly, but still left his hole fairly tight. He wanted it to burn when he finally shoved his girth inside the man below him.

Ghost shuffled forward on his knees and brought Kyle's ass onto his lap. He lined the tip of his cock up with Kyle's other hole and made sure to lock eyes with him.

"You ready for this?" He asked him.

"Yes, fuck, yes sir- ruin me, sir!" And then Ghost pushed in. Gaz's eyes rolled back in his head with every pop-pop-pop of Ghosts piercings catching on the rim of his ass. Ghost set a hard rhythm, and the angle had his pierced tip hitting Gaz's prostate each time. The poor man's whole body was shaking in pleasure.

Ghost grabbed hold of Kyle's dick when he noticed the rod rising out of it, and shoved it back in to a scream from Kyle's lips. The man below him babbled nonsense, please for release, for more, to slow down, none of it making any sense. Kyle was completely out of his mind on pleasure.

And then he felt the wave about to crash. He looked up at the Ghost who hammered into him with wild, terrified eyes, and then looked down at his own dick. And when it hit, he could only watch as his cock swelled with the cum trapped inside. His ears rang, he couldn't even hear his own strangled yell. Finally, Ghost pulled the rod out and let Gaz's cum escape. The sticky white fluid erupted from his stretched hole, coating both their abdomens.

Ghost shuddered as his own orgasm approached, watching as Gaz convulsed and then went limp. With a few more rough thrusts, he emptied himself into Gaz's asshole. Both holes were thoroughly abused at the end. Ghost caught his breath as he softened inside Kyle.

"Sergeant, how copy?" He asked from above. Slowly, Kyle opened his pretty brown eyes, and when he answered, his voice sounded thin and exhausted.

"Solid, sir."

"Are you sure about that?" Ghost asked, picking up Kyle's soft dick, making him flinch.

"Very funny, sir," he mumbled.

Finally, Ghost pulled out and got to work untying Gaz from the bed. He had warm, damp towels ready and waiting to wipe them both off while they waited for the tub to fill.

"Need me to carry you, or do you think you can make it?"

"Huh?" Kyle wondered, laying boneless and brainless on the bed. Ghost decided to carry him. He let Gaz lay in the hot bath as he changed the sheets and got him water to drink. He finally removed the mask as he settled into the water behind him.

After they were washed and dried, they lay in the clean bed, Kyle's head resting on Simon's shoulder.

"So..." Kyle said, sleep heavy in his voice, "What do you have planned for tomorrow?"

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This was very much inspired but @/HotSatans sounding art on Twitter, but I changed the ship from Ghoap to Ghaz to make my own story. I definitely totally did not have a sounding kink already...

@greatstormcat enjoy pookie

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siriussslut · 4 months

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I’m back with more pandora shit (I have a whole ass Google doc I’m not even kidding)

Anyways..

Pandora making you sit under the table while she reads (eats or anything) like that and makes you suck her cunt with your hands tied behind your back, because in her words “Sluts are only here to please not be pleased”😋‼️‼️ when your done she notices how desperate you are and shove a bullet vibe in your 😸 putting it on the highest setting and going to sleep

(I love mean pandora🤭)

need more reqs from that google doc hello??? that is iconic

warnings: oral, degradation, sub/dom dynamics, mommy kink, crying

masterlist

you hungrily lap at pandora’s cunt, her glittering folds leaving trails of slick on your face. her engorged clit is pulsating against your nose as your tongue explores the inside of her pussy. she hums happily, flipping to the next page of her book above you.

you feel the movement through the table above your head. your knees press against the rug on floor of her dining room, and you can feel fresh bruises blooming.

she slides a hand above your scalp, digging her fingernails into your hair.

“faster, slut.” her cruel words contradict the happy tone she was singing with just moments before and resumes immediately.

you obey, quickening the pace of your tongue. silently, you grind against the floor like a bitch in heat. you’re so wet it’s dripping down your bare body and onto the rug.

“mommy,” you say between her pussy lips. “please can you play with me too? need you,” you say petulantly, pouting into her cunt.

she goes still as a statue, the only movement the throb of her clit on the tip of your nose. after what feels like an eternity, she peeks her head under the table. her eyes are glowing with rage, but her gaze rakes over your needy body before scolding you. she takes in the sight of you like it’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen.

“sluts are to please, not to be pleased,” she sneers, an air of arrogance fluffing her words.

you whimper, but that’s her final say. she makes it clear by leaning back up into her seat and pushing your face deeper into her cunt. “eat, you stupid whore.”

a tear slides down your cheek. you doubt she can feel it as it mingles with the glimmering sheen of desire coating her plush thighs. you sob into her pubic hairs as you obey, tongue curling up inside her.

she moans, thrusting into your face. flipping another page, she bounces slightly, creating more friction between your mouth and her pussy. you hear the moment she gives up on reading, head thudding to the table.

a creamy liquid surrounds your tongue, flooding her hole. her cum spills down your mouth, sliding down your neck onto your tits. you swirl the hot liquid around your nipples, feeling the points harden at your touch.

after a moment of fucked-out thrusting and coming, pandora pokes her head back under the table. she takes in the sight of you, dripping with sweat and desire, playing with her cum and grinding into the rug.

“aw, fuck, baby,” she laughs.

she gets off her chair, and you watch her feet from the floor as she walks to her drawers. she pulls something out and walks back, sitting on the floor beside you.

“open your dirty little legs for me,” she orders, something hidden in her hand.

you comply immediately, spreading your thighs wide.

she shoves the object into your hole and you realize it’s a vibrator. she pulls the remote out of her other hand, presses the quickest setting and stands back up.

you try to call her name, but the vibrator is attacking your pussy at an insane speed, cutting off the connection to your brain.

“m-mommy!” you manage to squeak, voice two octaves too high.

she turns back, glancing at you like a dirty spot on the rug.

“what’re y’doing?”

“going to bed. since you’re such a needy fucking bitch, you can stay there until i wake up. goodnight, slut.”

you try to reply, but a whimper comes out instead. she sneers at you and walks away, climbing into the bed.

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st1llwthyou · 5 months

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POPPIN’ CHERRY.

fandom ꕀ bts

pairing ꕀ jungkook x f!reader

applicable aus & genre ꕀ roommate au, smut

synopsis ꕀ those were the last words he ever expected to come out of your mouth. but heck, jungkook would be lying if he said that he didn’t fucking love it.

word count ꕀ 2,322

warnings & tags ꕀ language, inexperienced reader, dom/sub dynamics, biting, pet names (fem! – baby, angel etc.), nipple play, dacryphilia, corruption kink (implied), dirty talk, cunnilingus, pussy drunk!jk, fingering — RATED E for explicit content.

notes ꕀ hello! i’m a newbie lskjdikdj and this is my tumblr debut 🫣! i’m so, very nervous and scared, but i hope you enjoy <3!

“You want me to… what?!” Jungkook looks at you wide-eyed, clearly flabbergasted by your proposition. You swallow nervously, hoping with all your might that your little plan works out.

“Make me orgasm… can you not?” You whisper with bated breath. It’s uncertain where your boldness is coming from, but you’ve come a bit too far to back out now.

He shakes his head a few times, getting up from his bed to approach you. “It’s not about if I can or not, ____. Do you not understand how fucking abrupt this is? I’m sort of weirded out, where is this coming from, huh?”

You lean against the door frame to his room, heaving out a sigh. Of course, you know how out of the blue this is, to him. It almost makes you sad that he’s never picked up on any of the hints you’ve dropped before. That you like him.

“I… um, heard you.” You murmur. It won’t hurt to tell a bit of truth.

“... Heard what exactly?” Jungkook quirks an eyebrow at you, skeptical.

“You… and the girls you bring back sometimes.” That sentence stings to even utter, but you manage somehow.

A sigh escapes his pretty lips. “Fuck… I thought you’d be sleeping. And the walls seem pretty darn thick so I assumed not a lot of noise will travel.”

“I was sleeping, I just… woke up again to the sounds of, y’know…”

A heavy silence falls between you two. You wait for him to say something, anything, but he doesn’t. Jungkook just regards you silently, those magnetic pools of honey trailing over your figure with no prominent emotions visible.

“Hey… you can decline, by the way. If it wasn’t clear. I’ll go back and we can just, um, pretend that nothing happened and go back to being normal roommates.” Tears burn in the back of your eyes, but you still try to appear brave and strong in front him.

“I know I can decline. But I’m not sure if I want to.” Jungkook takes a few more steps forward, reaching for you. As his warm, big hand finds your jaw, you lean into the comforting touch instinctively. “You’re so sweet and adorable, I never thought I’d hear those words out of your mouth.”

“Can you just—”

“But I liked it. Say it again.” He disrupts your complaint even before you could start. It takes you a few moments to properly register what he said. But once you do, your whole body thrums from excitement, heartbeat going crazy.

“Mm–make me come, Jungkook.” Your voice is barely audible, but just enough for his blood to rush south. His strong arms wrap around your smaller frame to hoist you up, carrying you to his bed.

“I might just not survive this, fuck.” Jungkook hisses under his breath, gently dropping you on his mattress. He’s over aware of every little thing about you now, from the outline of your pebbled nipples on your pajama, to your glossy eyes that are locked on him.

“Can I call you ‘baby’? And other nicknames?” He enquires hopefully, his hands eagerly exploring your curves. You tremble under his touch, vigorously shaking your head in an assertive manner. Jungkook chuckles.

“Aww, you’re so cute and eager, baby.” He hovers over you, his eyes searching for yours. “You want me to make you come, hm?”

Even though your heart feels like it’ll burst out of your chest, you lock your eyes with him. “Yea… I– I’ve never orgasmed in my life.” Your voice is small, heat rising to your cheeks as you confess, embarrassed. Jungkook leans down to nuzzle your face, dropping a butterfly kiss right beneath your eye.

“Is that so? Not even by yourself?” One of his hands slips beneath your pajama, gently stroking your tummy. He smiles when you nod, his other hand cupping your face. “It’s okay, we can try it out today and see what happens.”

Jungkook is so close, studying you and everything you do — almost enamored by your nuances. “May I kiss you?” He rests his forehead against yours, waiting for your confirmation.

“Yes please.” He doesn’t waste a second, soft lips finding yours in a sweet kiss. The simple touch alone gets you exhilarated, hands gripping onto his t-shirt. He lets his tongue run over your lower lip, making you twitch under him.

That snaps something in Jungkook, his hand firmly grasping your jaw while he coaxes your mouth open to him. You gasp when he teases your tongue with his, taking control of the kiss from the get go. The way he moves his tongue against yours makes you dizzy, strange sensations flooding your body. It feels like he’s unraveling you.

Your little moans and whimpers egg him on, his teeth nibbling at your lower lip. Jungkook is feeling partially intoxicated by you, his mind hazy from lust. Although, he pulls away from the mind-numbing kiss a while later to give you some space to breathe. “Fuck,” he curses, enticed by your teary eyes and swollen lips.

It takes you a while to gather yourself, but you soon realize how much effect that single kiss had on you. Your underwear has soaked through with your arousal, uncomfortably sticking to your skin. Your nipples are also rock hard, aching to be touched.

“Jungkook,” you whine weakly, thrashing a bit to show your distress. His mouth returns to yours, right hand swifty unbuttoning your pajama. Jungkook trails down wet kisses down your neck, suckling on the soft skin in places. A moan escapes you when he tweaks your clothed nipple between his fingers.

“I haven’t started anything yet, princess.” His whisper is hot against your cleavage, right hand slipping beneath your back to unhook your bra. “So pretty,” he coos, throwing it away somewhere in the room. A sudden wave of embarrassment hits you as you realize that this is the most bare you’ve ever been to anyone. So, you try to cover yourself, but he’s faster to stop you, narrowing his eyes. “Don’t. Did I not mention how fucking pretty you are?”

Face flushed, you avoid eye contact. “Sorry… it’s just– um, the first time someone saw me like this.”

Jungkook lets go of your wrists, the weight of your words sinking in. “Good fucking lord, ____.” His eyes darken, breathing uneven. “Let me take care of you, angel.” He captures your lips in a searing kiss, strong, calloused hand massaging your breast. His other hand is at the small of your back, supporting both of you.

Eventually, he trails downward, pressing open-mouthed kisses until he reaches your unoccupied breast. With his eyes locked on you, Jungkook licks at your stiffened bud, earning a whimper from you. “Look at me, princess.” He encourages, almost losing it when your droopy eyes fixate on his face.

With his cock throbbing inside his boxer-briefs, he wraps his lips around your nipple, earning him a lewd whine. You place your arm over your mouth quickly, head falling back as he runs his teeth and tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves. It feels unbelievably good, you had no idea having your nipples sucked would be like this.

“Oh my god,” you cry out, overwhelmed by the sensation when Jungkook also starts tweaking and teasing your other nipple with his finger. More arousal has leaked from your sopping hole, a tight feeling inside your lower belly coiling. The pleasure is almost blinding, making you twitch and tremble under him.

Soon, he impatiently moves to ravish the unattended breast, adding more to your devastation. You’re just barely hanging in there, extremely unsure of what’s happening with your body, feeling like you might explode any minute. Jungkook, on the other hand, bites and suckles on your tits like his life depends on it, frenzied by your sweet taste and reactions.

But he stops short when he notices your hips bucking up, eyes teary, ready to spill the diamond drops. “My baby,” he murmurs, letting his right hand slip inside your pajama bottoms. You moan out of relief when he presses down on your clit, inner walls clenching around nothing. Jungkook is almost surprised when he finally feels the damp cloth of your cotton panties. “Fuck, can’t believe you.”

He quickly gets rid of your bottoms, eyes falling upon the massive wet patch on your panties. “No– it’s embarrassing—” You try to cross your legs shut. Quite genuinely, you had no idea that it’s possible to produce that much liquid down there. Unfortunately, he’s way too strong, spreading your legs apart with bare-minimum effort.

“Shh, nothing is embarrassing, angel. You’re a fucking goddess, out of the world, even.” Jungkook sounds so sincere that your heart skips a beat. “I’ll make you feel so good, baby.” He pulls at the waistband of your panties, slowly taking the offending material off. An expletive rumbles in his throat when he sees the strings of your arousal attaching you to your underwear.

“You’re gonna drive me crazy.” He hisses, struggling to keep his urges on check. Blindly throwing away the panties somewhere, Jungkook eagerly settles down between your legs, already feeling his cock twitch at the sight of your drenched pussy. “Goddamn…” He gingerly parts your nether lips, exposing your dripping hole to his hungry gaze.

“Don’t stare at it like that,” your voice is small, heart doing backflips in your chest. It makes you feel so shy, the way his eyes are trained on your lady bits. His short laugh makes you wanna rub your thighs together.

“Awe, is my princess feeling embarrassed? Don’t be, you have the prettiest pussy, all swollen and wet for me~” Jungkook rubs his middle finger along your slit, letting it coat into your nectar. New to the feeling of his thick, calloused finger, you whimper out of sensitivity. Oh, the way he’s absolutely adored by you.

He tilts his head as if he’s contemplating something. Then all of a sudden, he starts lowering himself until he is face to face with your core. “Wan’ a taste of your cute, little pussy.” Goosebumps spread over your skin as you clench at the thought. Jungkook lazily thumbs your swollen clit, enamored by your responses. “You’re so fucking responsive, makes me wanna play with you forever.”

“Nngh— Jungkook!” you squeal as he licks a fat stroke along your pussy, covering the whole area with his saliva. It’s weird — the way it feels, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it. He moans at the initial taste, putting your legs on his shoulder to really get in there.

Jungkook laps at your cunt hungrily, his thumb diligently rubbing your clit. His tongue teasingly rims around your entrance, before plunging into the depths of your core. You jolt, crying out of despair, hypersensitive to his ministrations. The flexible muscle strokes at your gummy walls, increasing the weird feeling inside your stomach. Now, you feel certain that you will burst at any moment, clenching on his tongue helplessly.

But he doesn’t stop, his little groans going straight through your core. Jungkook is in a frenzy, his whole mouth buried in your pussy as he greedily devours every single drop of your nectar. With his movements getting quicker and rougher, the knots in your lower stomach start to feel like they’ll snap. “Oh my god,” you cry out loud, “Jungkook, it– ugh, feels so weird— wait— Aah!”

Your body goes rigid as soon as he pinches your clit between his fingers, a flooding sensation spreading throughout you. White spots appear in your vision while your body breaks out in exhilarating shivers, a string of incoherent words leaving you. Jungkook, on the other hand, slurps at your juices, his heart swelling in his chest. This is the first time you experienced a release. And he’s the first person to taste your sweet cherry pop.

Your body loosens up soon after, leaving you all mushy. He holds you close, slowly retracting his tongue from your pussy, making you whine weakly. It makes an embarrassingly loud popping sound when he finally pulls away, his whole mouth covered with your slick, glistening under the dim lighting of his bedroom.

“Baby,” Jungkook coos at you, noticing the tear streaks on your temples. He never thought he’d be seeing you like this, but he’s loving every second of it. You look messed up in the best way possible, all for him. “Did I make you feel good, hm? You came all over my face, look at me, c’mon~”

His voice is cocky, eyes twinkling with mischief. When you finally meet his eyes, Jungkook reaches for your with his left hand, wiping away the stray tears. You’re unsure what to say, still processing everything that just happened. But still, you clear your throat, starting, “Um… Thank you…”

“Oh? For what?” He can’t help his chuckle. You’re just so freaking cute.

“For… for making me come, like I asked, Jungkook.” you whisper, nuzzling his hand affectionately.

“Trust me, it was my pleasure. But you’re welcome! Care to receive my other services regarding this?”

You flush at his words, immediately realizing what he means exactly.

“Well…?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow, quite impatient.

“Mmm… I’d love to.” He doesn’t waste a single second upon your confirmation, his tattooed right hand cupping your pussy in a rough manner.

“God—” you moan as he pushes his middle finger inside, overwhelmed by how thick and long it is compared to your own, familiar one. Jungkook leans down to press a sweet kiss on your lips.

“I’m really sorry, but I don’t think you’ll be getting any sleep tonight.” His big, brown eyes look into yours, full of lust and something softer that you can’t really place.

“I don’t mind.” Your smile turns into a broken moan when he hits a specific spot deep inside you, your gummy walls squeezing his finger appreciatively.

Being stupidly bold isn’t so bad all the time, maybe.

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mellowumbra · 1 year

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-Good morning princess <3

~Abby Anderson smut~

pairing(s)! Abby anderson! x fem!reader

SMUT

warnings! porn with barely ANY plot, cursing, vulgar words, strap on! (r-receiving), sub!dom! dynamic, power and strength kink, dom!Abby w/slight rough, sub!reader, somnophilia (if you squint) vulgar description of s*x, oral! (r-receiving)

proofread?? yes? no? kinda?

word count?? 2,790

a/n! hi, so a quick lil side note. i definitely started over with my writing (not happy with my first one) . really wanted to take my time n write something with abby cuz i luvvv her!! based on a a scenario i know would happen after abby was stressed out ><

PLEASE lemme know how this is!!! is my first one imma actually keep hehehe

summary! after a busy morning, abby comes home to find you curled up in her bed, and she simply can't resist

Smut under da cut ;)

Abby wasn’t one to complain. She kept it tough, kept it together. But when it came to you, Abby felt weak. Abby felt weak in the best way. Walking into her apartment after a stressful morning of patrol and running into Scars, Abby was overjoyed to see you curled up in her bed, a blanket tossed over your sleeping figure. Nightmares had been plaguing you for days now, losing so much sleep every night. The bags under your eyes when you two saw each other for inventory meetings and patrol had worried Abby sick. She often was woken up in the middle of the night to meager knocks on her door, opening it to see your disheveled figure shaking with tears painting your cheeks. Abby never asked much, just swept you into her arms, shushed your sobs and wiped the tears away from your puffy eyes. You ended up sleeping in her bed most of the time now, grateful for a warm strong body curled up next to you.

Abby softly dropped her bag, unlacing her boots by the door. She scanned your body, checking for even breathing, making sure you weren’t in the middle of a nightmare. Since you had lost so much sleep, Abby refused to let you join her on patrols so early in the morning, shushing you back to sleep with soft kisses. You felt extremely guilty, letting that guilt get the better of you whenever Abby got back particularly pissed off. She never blamed you, even when you got angry. You had never seen such a vulnerable side of your girlfriend, where she comforted you that you were still incredibly important and vital to the WLF, even with nightly terrors.

Quickly donning a more clean outfit, the edge of the bed dipped as her weight fell onto the soft mattress. Gingerly scooting closer to you, Abby laid down on her side, softly capturing you in her embrace. She slowly pulled her body flush against yours, chest meeting your back, your backside resting against her pelvis. Abby loved how small you looked compared to her, her chin resting on your head, dwarfing you in size. Her soft fingers reached onto your exposed side, running them along the length of your ribcage. Softly moving them down, Abby traced her fingers along the smooth and warm plane of your stomach. She could never get enough of your warm and soft skin, supple to the touch. Her other arm moved to scoot under your pillow, settling between your neck and jaw. Her lips came forward and ghosted a kiss over the shell of your ear, moving them to place feather light kisses on the back of your head. She smelled your hair, so soft and clean. Abby could kiss and touch your skin forever. Tracing her fingers along your belly with soft scratches on your abdomen, Abby moved them up under the sleep shirt you wore, a stretched out tank top she usually wore to work out in.

“It smellsss like you,” you would say, for any chance to wear it.

Exploring the soft warmth of your skin, Abby sucked in a breath when she realized you didn't have a bra on. Ghosting over the skin of your breasts, Abby’s desire to touch you grew tenfold. Realizing the need for your sleep, she resigned herself to tracing her fingers along your skin. She groaned internally when her fingers traced below your naval, gently cupping your clothed cunt, incredibly warm to the touch. If you were canvas, Abby’s hands would paint you a masterpiece.

Feeling the memory of soft warm fingers on your skin, you slowly blinked, still half asleep in your dream-like state. You smelled a familiar scent and let out a content sigh as Abby realized you woke up. Her fingers could mold you into clay, keep you as soft as putty.

“Good morning Princess,” she whispered softly, placing a delicate kiss on your ear. Even though it was 3pm in the afternoon.

You hummed, scooting your ass higher into Abby’s front. She nipped at your ear, fingers cupping your waist, scooting you as close as possible to her.

“Cruel beautiful thing,” she rasped, to which you softly smiled and hummed again.

She kissed down your ear onto your jaw and neck, relishing in the amount of exposed skin you gave her as you opened your neck to her assault of kisses and licks. Placing soft and wet kisses on your neck, softly biting down onto your sweet spot, she dragged a low moan from out your parted lips.

“Can I touch you princess?” Abby cooed, almost like she was begging.

You hum, slowly nodding your head, not entirely awake yet.

“I need words, pretty girl,” she whispered once again, nipping at your earlobe, making sure you were lucid enough to say yes.

Breathy sighs fell from your lips as she held your ear in her teeth,

“yes baby,” you sighed. “p-please touch me.”

You had never ached for something so strong.

Snaking her hand up your shirt to cup your breast, she smiled to feel your pert nipples push against the fabric. She gathered the sensitive pink bud between her fingers, rolling it with painful slowness. Your eyelids fluttered, a breathy gasp leaving your lips. Abby got you right where she wanted, moldable and malleable. Her lips continued kissing, biting and licking your neck, eventually settling on placing a warm hickey.

“Oooh… Ab-Abs baby,” you moaned, electricity and warmth zinging down to your clothed mound. As she rolled your nipple, pulled it and stroked it, a pulsing heartbeat began to build deep in your belly. You were sure the blush on your cheeks was wild.

“Yeah princess? You like it when I play with you? Playing with these delicious tits of yours?”

“yes yesyes yes,” you breathed out, another moan falling from your mouth.

“Yes, what baby? What's my name beautiful?” Abby whispered, voice soft and low, laced thick with desire. She was sure her eyes had shifted, almost cobalt in their lust.

“Yes da-daddy,” you ground out, hungry for more. Your ass ground into Abby’s waist, earning a low chuckle from the blonde behind you.

“Atta girl,” Abby cooed again, taking the other breast in her hand, rolling the nipple between her strong fingers. You looked to see the muscles in her arm, taut and tight, heartbeat in your pussy growing by the second, aching to be filled. You clenched around nothing, soft shame burning your cheeks and turning your ears red.

“Ba-.. daddy… please please, i-i want,” you managed to babble, feeling warmth pool in your sleep shorts. You were sure they were soaked.

“Hmmm.. princess? What do you want? Gotta speak up for daddy,” Abby toyed with you, pausing her to pull off your chest, whining at the loss of contact.

“Touch me, oh please touch me,” you pleaded, breath turning shallow and fast.

“Touch you baby? Isn’t that what I’m doing now?” Abby chided playfully. The immense power trip she got from teasing you, displaying her obvious strength over you made your mouth water. Your outright begging to be touched was enough to snap Abby’s self control leash like a twig, delighting in the pleasure in riling you up until you practically screamed to be fucked.

“Or do you want me to touch that sopping cunt of yours?” She hissed, reaching her hand to roughly grip your clothed mound. You moaned loud at the feeling, dominance pouring through her words. Her vulgarity was striking against the formality she usually spoke at.

“You jus need daddy to fuck you, stuff you so full with daddy’s cock you can’t think? Is that it doll? Fuck you back to sleep?” Biting your ear as she said these vulgar things, you moaned, rutting your ass against her front one last desperate attempt to feel something.

“Pleasebaby i need–i need it i need your cock please ill take it good i swear…. I swear!” you plead, Abby easily grabbing your body and tossing herself over you, locking you in a cage of her arms. Her lips attacked yours feverishly, her honey hair cascading over you. Your hands immediately snapped up into her locks, interlocking your fingers, whilst wrapping your legs around her waist. The sounds of your kisses were filthy, coupled with spit and teeth. She swiped her tongue over your bottom lip, biting down and pulling your lip out. You groaned into her mouth, as she groaned low and loud from her throat.

“Shirt off,” she said, an air of power in her voice. Obeying soundlessly, tossing your shirt somewhere on the floor. Her approving smile warmed your insides.

“Pants off too angel,” she said, kneeling in between your legs as you kicked off your sleep shorts. She licked her lips at your obedience. As you leaned your head back on the pillows, Abby took your shut legs and wrenched them open, exposing your warm wetness to the cool air. It made you gasp while Abby stared, downright leered at your cunt. Her eyes grew hungry, mouth slightly opening, swiping her tongue over her lips. She took your body in, naked and spread only for her, and it fueled her.

“You’re fucking soaked angel, so wet from just me playing with you,” she chuckled. She took her thumb and led a slow languid drag down your slit. Your pussy was on fire, the simplest touch making your back arch and a moan split out of your mouth.

“You’re fucking pathetic baby, just a needy slut who needs daddy’s fuckin, is that right?” Abby questioned, almost laughing.

When you just whimpered, she took you by the neck, fingers wrapping around your throat. Her near animalistic stare locked with yours, pure hunger and admiration in her eyes.

“Answer me when I’m talking to you angel,” she emphasized the angel part, squeezing just a bit tighter. Your pussy pounded for relief at the feeling, cries falling on deaf ears as you said, “yesyes yes yes daddy i need your cock please!” you cried out, near tears.

“Then I gotta get you ready, don't I baby?” Abby mocked, moving her body down and locking your legs around her strong arms. She attacked your thighs with tongue and teeth, sure to leave her marks on you. She left a chaste kiss on your most sensitive bundle, then licked a clean and slow stripe from your needy hole all the way up to your clit. You nearly came to that feeling alone. Strangling your fingers in her hair you let your head fall back, drunk in the feeling of her mouth on your cunt. Abby was messy and she had no shame in it. Sucking and licking your clit in circles, moving down to fuck your hole with tongue, reaching up as far as her tongue could go. Loud sucks could be heard in the room, near pornographic moans accompanied. Abby hummed against, vibrations making you gasp.

“Ab-Abs abs abs oh-oh fuck daddy!” your legs shake, on the brink of the most delicious release. Suddenly, she stopped, earning another loud whine from your lips. Sitting up fast to stare at you, she gripped your neck again.

“Whiny whores don’t get dick now do they?” She softly threatened you, eyes dark and wide. Your puffy lips, fucked out eyes and pink cheeks made Abby’s pussy pound. The outright control had you in a puddle. Abby needed to make you feel good, needed to make sure you knew exactly who you belonged to. You shook your head in compliance.

“N-no daddy,” you blubbered, looking up at her with your wide doe eyes and pout. Abby couldn’t help but mock your pout, moving to kiss you slow and tenderly.

“Good girl- ass up and out princess,” she whispered, using her strength to easily flip you on your belly. Abby kneeled on the bed, lazily palming your ass, spreading your cheeks to see your soaking wet, throbbing cunt. You moaned loud at the feeling. You were making a mess on the bed, slick dripping down your thighs. Abby could feel that heartbeat, practically see it, and lavished in its thrum. You shook your ass slightly, earning a chuckle from the blonde as she pushed her hand down your spine, pressing your head into the pillow. Hearing the sound of clothes being discarded, your pussy grew hotter, swelling in anticipation. As 8 inches of silicone traced down your wet cunt, you pushed your hips toward her, greedy.

“daddyplease daddy please fuckme ive been so-soso so good,” you moaned low. Abby just hummed and filled you in one fell swoop without warning, gripping your hips so hard against her body bound to leave bruises. You groaned, something akin to a moan, or a scream. She picked up a steady rhythm of plunging deep inside your pussy and pulling out just far enough to suddenly pound farther in.

“Abs AbbyAbs oh fuck oh fuck!” you gasped and heard the wet slap of your pussy being stuffed rut against Abby’s skin. You gripped anything, knuckles white on the bed sheets. You’ll feel sore tomorrow, prey to Abby’s relentless teasing.

“Say,” thrust. “You.” thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “All.” Thrust. “Mine.” she ground out, the filthy sounds of your pussy filling her ears, moaning at the feeling of your ass against her. You squealed as she pulled your hair rough, back pressed against her now bare chest.

“Im- oh fuck daddy! im -im a-all yours, jus yours Abs” you shook out, nearly passed out at the speed and energy of her thrusts. You were fucked dumb, completely at her mercy. Short cries and mewls into the air left your parted lips drooling. She pushed your head into bed, hand still in your hair.

“Yeah baby? Only m’cock- fuck- c’make you feel this good hmm?” Abby cooed, unable to keep her own moans quiet anymore.

And you felt it, felt that orgasm from before growing in your belly; Abby could feel it too. She picked up your waist and lifted your bottom half off the bed like you weighed nothing. You gasped at her brute display of strength, loving the feeling of your pussy being used for Abby's pleasure, like means to an end. A white sticky layer of your come coated the strap, dripping down your thighs. “Yes daddy m’love your cock s’much on-on-only you,” moaning and blubbering your words as spit rolled off your tongue.

She pounded recklessly into you now, sweat lined her brow as your moans grew higher, laced with profanities. You were hers and Abby loved seeing you like this. Completely under her power, experiencing the greatest pleasure you could ever know. The only woman to ever make you feel this loved, this fucked out.

“Gotta give you one angel-fuck hmm oh fuck- gotta make it good baby yeah? You‘been so good princess- so so so good for me,” Abby rushed out, unable to keep her own orgasm from stopping.

She became sloppy, the squelch of your pussy taking her strap felt like music to her ears. She unlatched one hand n’began to stroke your clit with her pointer finger. The pressure deep in your belly grew.

“Oh fuck-fuc-abs- daddy m’please don’t stop donstop, mma’come Abs imgonnacome oh my god!” you cried, voice growing in pitch. The pressure in your pussy swelled, and your orgasm swelled over you like a wave, mouth dropping out in a silent O as your her name left your mouth strangled and loud.

Abby felt your cunt squeeze around her strap, clenching and unclenching, liquid gushing out of your swollen hole, falling onto the bed below. Seeing that sight ended Abby, tipping her over the edge, the pressure on her clit euphoric. She tipped her head back, moaning.

As you came down from your high, your legs shook and Abby slowly lowered your legs back to the bed. Abby took hands off your hips and kissed up your spine, making sure to end every kiss with “i love you,” “you did so good baby,” “my perfect girl,” “my best girl.” She sang your praises, occupying your mind as the strap slowly pulled out. You cried short of the feeling, suddenly empty. You collapsed, body sweaty against the bed.

“Princess?” Abby cooed, quiet and tender now. She tucked hair behind your ear, kissing your forehead, once, twice. She had moved off her knees onto the floor to see you open your beautiful eyes.

“I’m gonna clean ya up m’kay baby hm? Get you all clean. Can you roll for me sweetie? Good girl thank you,” as you rolled over, thankful for the cool air.

She examined your fucked out face as you rolled. Your chest rose and fell in slowing breaths. Abby looked at the hickeys littered on your body, smiling. Kissing her sweet and tender, you hummed, closing your eyes. Returning quickly with a warm rag, Abby cleaned you then climbed into bed next to you, wrapping her arms around your body as you clung to her, head nuzzled into her neck. Her bare legs against yours was heaven.

“I love you s’much Abs,” you looked up at her, smiling, kissing her chin delicately. “That was the best way to wake up from a nap,” you giggled, as Abby laughed and kissed your head.

“I love you s’much princess,” she soothed. "Go back to bed, I got you baby."

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